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Did the air just get hotter?

It’s the way his warm, strong hands come to rest on your shoulders, bending down, giving you all his attention. It’s the way he is in your personal space, leaning in just to hear you. It’s the way the scent of his cologne fills the air. It’s the way his mop of hair is close to you—so close that you could almost reach out and touch it. It’s the way he crouches down, yet you still feel small in front of his athletic build. It’s the way, in this moment, you can only see him—nothing else.

"You were saying something?"

What? What were you saying? What just happened?

The warm air around you suddenly feels ten times hotter as you realise he’s been waiting—bending down like this for an entire minute.

"Umm— I was—I was…"

You stutter, scrambling to remember what you were going to say only for your brain to short-circuit the moment you feel a large, warm palm settle against the small of your back as he straightens to his full height.

"Take your time. I’ll wait for you."

He says, completely unaware of the damage he has caused in these past 10 minutes

-Kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, kita shinsuke, osamu miya, kuroo??, akaashi keiji, daichi? asahi azumane, aone takanobu, shugo meian, maybee tsukishima

inspo

YOU CATCH SOMEONE STARE AT THEM!

featuring. miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō

✩ atsumu jogs up to you, a soft smile on his face as his bag swung in his hand. “sorry a took so long, bokuto lost his deodorant in the locker room” he apologizes, his free hand rubbing the nape of his neck. “don’t worry, i didn’t wait too long,” you smile before furrowing your eyebrows slightly, feeling multiple pairs of eyes bore into your back. you shift your body around, making eye contact with a glaring fan girl of atsumu’s. “ignore ‘em, angel” atsumu mumbles into your ear, pulling you close to him as he makes his way through the crowd that was getting bigger by the moment. you felt a shiver go down your spine as more stares and glares burnt into your skin when atsumu had stopped, being face to face with multiple reporters. atsumu lets out a scoff, eyeing every reporter before standing up straight. “atsumu miya, how does it feel to win? who is this person beside you?” one of the reporters asked as girls yelled that you didn’t deserve the male. atsumu poked the inside of his cheek, glaring where the girls were yelling. the faux male turned you and him to every camera that was pointed at you both, a scheming smile appearing on his face before he pressed his lips against yours. gasps and camera shutters started to fade out as the both of you kissed, tuning out the yells of his fangirls. eventually pulling away, atsumu grins and wraps his arm around your waist, looking at everyone that surrounds you both. “this is my significant other and we’re happily engaged,” he announces, pressing a kiss against your cheek and beginning to walk with you to the exit doors while everyone starts to trail behind while blurting out millions of questions.

✩ kuroo softly hummed as he walked beside you, fingers intertwined with yours while his free hand pushed the cart in front of him. the male lets you do the shopping while he pushed the cart, sneaking in a couple of snacks as you walked down aisles. both of you eventually finished your rounds, making your way to the cashier before kuroo placed everything on the conveyor belt and walked towards the card machine. he gave the cashier a small smile before looking at the items, the cashier blushing and slowly scanning the groceries, stealing glances at kuroo. you raise your eyebrow while crossing your arms, watching everything unfold in front of you. kuroo turned to look at you, seeing your expression and following your gaze, realizing it was at the cashier who was practically gushing over him, in front of him. he scratched his head and cleared his throat, reaching to insert his card into the machine before he looked at the gold band around his finger. “hey darling, i think my ring has gotten a bit too loose. don’t you think?” the male raises an eyebrow and extends his arm out in the air, showing off the wedding ring to you and the cashier. your attention fixed on him, tilting your head and looking at his hand. “it seems fi-” “i think we should get it fixed after this, i don’t want to lose our wedding ring.” kuroo cuts you off and emphasizes the word “wedding,” watching the cashier pale and rush to get all the groceries in the bags. he smiles in satisfaction and finishes paying, grabbing the bags before leaving the store with your hand holding his. “did you see how pale she got?” he snickers, causing you to roll your eyes in response.

✩ there was comfortable silence between you and suna, hand in hand as you both walked around the park. he kept you close to him while you admired the nature surrounding you, failing to notice how he admired you. a smile appeared on your face when you suddenly yank the male towards an ice cream cart a few feet away from you. suna widened his eyes as he let you drag him, softly mumbling to go slow. you order a couples ice cream cone, picking the flavours as suna watches the worker scoop the ice cream. the both of you move away from the cart, the brown haired male stealing a couple of licks as you walk to a nearby bench. as you both shared the cold treat, you looked around while suna took his turn to take apart the ice cream. you furrow your eyebrows, catching a group of girls giggling while staring at suna. a scoff escapes your lips, causing suna to look up with a confused expression on his face. he looks over, getting taken aback when he sees the girls grow shy while their hands aggressively wave at him. he licks his lips, pursuing them before turning to you, moving his hand under your chin. suna turns your head, making you face him before capturing his lips into yours. the kiss was slow and sweet, his hand slowly making its way down to your neck as he softly held it in his grasp. the male pulls you in closer before slowly pulling away, a grin on his face as he looks you in the eyes. “you know i’m yours, right pretty?” he mumbles against your skin, kissing your jawline as he glanced at the group of girls that were frowning and walking away.

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atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

Promise - Tsukishima

this is my first post on here, and it’s a comfort self-indulge thing cause i was sad this week

character: time skip! tsukishima kei

word count: 845

warnings: might be ooc for comfort reasons (also the fact that i haven’t wrote anything in years so probably poorly written)

it just felt like too much, trying to balance school, work, and a barely existing social life. and maybe this was the last straw to it, as i shake looking down at my phone.

honestly, don’t bother messaging me again

had i done something wrong? i thought our relationship was fine, decent even. even with the lack of communication between us, i thought we were still in a good place. i had assumed she still saw me as a friend; however it seems that only I felt that way.

a tear trickles down my cheek, then another and another. it’s almost like my eyes had become a broken dam, the way I’m unable to stop crying over this. over her, someone i had considered a close friend. and yet, she didn’t care anymore.

should have told you sooner, but i don’t really care.. you’re kinda tiring...

when did this all start? how did we even get here? was i in the wrong? perhaps i should have hung out with her rather than stayed home. maybe i should have cared less about school, loosen-up for her. would that have changed anything?

“hey. are you crying?” i look up from the bench i sit on to see tsukishima, his head slightly tilted and his eyebrow raised. quickly i turn away as if i’m guilty by being caught crying. i hastily rubbed at my eyes, though my tears seem to have a mind of their own as they continue to fall.

“ah no. I’m fin—“

“i can see that you’re not.”

a sigh escapes my lips and i look back at him, attempting a smile but it’s too strain to feel normal on my lips. he frowns at it before sighing at me.

“you don’t really have to tell me what happened,” he says, placing his school bag down beside me as he sits down as well, “just don’t lie.”

and he doesn’t ask, rather he sits besides me and attempts to make small talk. no matter how awkward it feels in the situation, it’s comforting. with dried up tears and a slightly better demeanor, i look down at my shoes and take a breath.

“it’s my friend. though i suppose we aren’t exactly friends anymore.” i sneak a small glance towards tsukishima, knowing that i have his attention and he doesn’t plan to make any remarks till i’m done.

“she got upset that i wasn’t spending more time with her, saying that i wasn’t trying hard enough to be her friend. but it was always her not trying, i did nothing but reach out to her and she’d give me little to nothing no matter what.”

i lean back, my head touching the wall behind me and i laugh at the thought. at the irony of being accused of doing nothing when i did everything.

“ah i’m rambling aren’t i? i must thank you for sitting here, although i’m sure you’d rather be somewhere else rather than dealing with my emotions.” a small, sad smile comes across my face as he huffs in response.

“you make it sound like i’m heartless or something. i can be nice you know?” he lightly shoves his elbow in my side and i return the favor with a small laugh.

“it’s not your fault, you need to know that,” he says looking at me directly, “you did your best, and yeah it does suck that you lost a friend. but you have other people who care for you.”

i’m shocked by the gentleness his voice holds. this 6 feet tall middle blocker who has done nothing but tease me about my height or my grades, was now attempting to comfort me.

“you talk down about yourself, but i don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit,” he says, tilting his head back a bit looking up as if trying to find the right words, “you’re honestly a great person who got screwed over. i don’t even know how you were able to keep this all bottled up for so long. but it’s good to let it out before it becomes too suffocating.”

i smiled at him, poking at him in a teasing manner, “aw aren’t you being sweet. so you do care about me.”

“nevermind, forget i said anything.”

he swats my hand away halfheartedly, a smile tugging on his face too as he looks at me.

“so what now? do i just keep moving forward now?”

“yeah, she isn’t worth mulling over or crying about. besides you have a whole team of volleyball guys who are here for you.”

i laugh at the thought of the sendai frogs team, a bunch of energy filled boys who always leave a smile on my face. “and what about you? do I have you on my side?”

he looks at me with a light smirk on his face. taking his hand, he ruffles my hair against my protest. finally resting it on my head, he laughs at my pouting face, “course you do tiny. you’re stuck with me at this point.”

“promise?”

“yeah, promise.”

GON' BE OK, BABY

↳ Fandom: Haikyuu!! [Anime]

↳ Genre: angsty to comfort

↳ Pairings: Karasuno x gn!reader

↳ Characters included: Azumane Asahi, Sawamura Daichi, Tsukishima Kai

↳ Synopsis: you found out you have a fatal infection in your body and need a surgery to get it removed. When your boyfriend finds out he does everything he can to comfort you.

↳ Warnings: none...not really 😶 (other then it is reallyyyyyyy long-)

↳ A/N: helloooo!! This is my first post, so I hope u like it! Don't forget to follow and like~

#AZUMANE ASAHI:

You came home and closed the door behind you, and dumped your school bag in some corner. Honestly you couldn't care less about everything else. Not in that moment.

You sat on your bed, and encircled your stomach with your arms, pulled your knees up to your chest and planted your face between them.

And that was when the tears fell. At first slowly and then as if they tried to imitate the rain.

You had just been back from the doctors appointment and it has been decided: in a month you were going to do a surgery.

Sure, sometimes people ended up being better then before. But sometimes people closed their eyes and never opened them again. You were afraid that exactly that was going to happen to you.

---

The next day you went to school, the eye bags under your (e/c) eyes virtually concerning.

You walked around like a zombie, the day passing by with everything just passing by you. Your vision was unfocused, not really listening to anything or anybody around you. You just ignored everybody, which made you look all the more like some zombie that hasn't been fed any brains lately.

"Y/n! Hold up for a sec!" You heard a voice. The voice. The voice everytime you heard, your eyes would light up in both excitement and love.

But this time it only caused you pain. Because the most frequent thought that you always tried to push away; what if you'll never see him again?

"Hey...w-what's wrong?" Asahi asked you his soft brown eyes gazing at you with worry, as he saw how dull your eyes were.

"Nothing 'sahil...I just needa go home real quick so-"

"No." He interrupted you, his arm reaching out to hold your wrist. Firmly but at the same time gentle. That was how he always treated you.

One of the many things you were maybe gonna lose in a month.

The whole day he hadn't seen you. At all. And it bugged him, because usually you'd be walking to school together, and then when the day ended he'd walk you home.

Today you didn't wait for him, instead he had waited for you before he thought that you called in sick and weren't coming to school today. You'd usually text him saying that you loved him and wished him luck, but he blamed it on your illness, whatever it could've been.

Then, in school, he found out that you had in fact come here. He spent every break searching for you, but to no avail.

He even bailed on training too.

Asahi wanted answers. "Sweetness, you've been gone the whole day, and I-I'm worried about you. You even look like you've been crying for endless hours", that you did, "And I just wanna know what's going on."

Then a thought occured to him. "Are you crying because of me?! Did I do something?! I swear I di-"

"No no!" You were quick to reassure him, grasping his arm gently. "It's jot because of you, baby. It's..." you averted your eyes from his, feeling the tears well up again, a sob forcing it's way up and out of your throat.

"Hun, what is it?" He almost whispered as he cradled you in his arms, and you told him, his eyes eventually welling up with tears as well.

"When...when is it gonna happen?"

"...in a month."

The spiker sighed, and closed his eyes to gather his thoughts, before he opened them and put both his large calloused hands on your shoulders, (we all know your smaller then him, stop arguing), and gazed at you with determination.

"Y/N, baby, sweetness, you should've told me from the beginning, so I could put those stupid thoughts somewhere far far away from your precious mind." He said with a nervous chuckle.

You looked up at him with doe-eyed surprised that he was so confident in what he was going to say to you.

"You're gonna go through this. Wanna know why?" You nodded. Yes! Yes you needed some, any kind of reassurance! Any words that told you, you were just being silly and dramatic and there was nothing to fear.

"Coz you're you. Because you're that amazing person I love very very much, and I know that as long as you can put up with me, you can put up with anything." Before you could scold him about talking himself down like that, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I love you." You told him breathlessly with tears falling down your cheeks.

Your boyfriend chuckled delighted that you were slowly but surely becoming your old self again.

"I love you too." He told you, with the most smitten look ever, before his eyes widen. "W-Wait, I-I-I didn't mean to force you to be happy! L-like if you still feel bad or something, you can totally still cry, I don't m-mind-"

And then a laugh, the sound he loved most when you were the one making it, riplled out from your body causing him to smile too.

#SAWAMURA DAICHI:

If Daichi hadn't noticed your absoloutly miserable mood when he offered you your favourite treat in lunch break, he defenitly noticed it now, when you didn't cheer him on in training, yelling out his name and doing your silly dance for him, which made him think that there was no more adorable human being then you.

You had been like that for a while now, and it started to piss the team captain off.

Not because he didn't know what the reason of your suffering was.

Not because you barely talked to him the last week or so.

But more because you didn't trust him enough to share something that bothered you with him. At least that was what he thought.

And while he wasn't exactly wrong it wasn't for the reasons he thought you had.

Frankly you just didn't want to make it harder. For whom? Probably for you both.

"All right guys! See you tomorrow!" Came the sound of your boyfriends voice, as he waved at his teammates while they got out of the gym.

And then he turned to you, all friendliness melting away as a look of pure displeasure replaced it.

A pit formed in your stomach hoping that it wasn't because of you. Hoping for that miracle that he somehow, it didn't matter how, picked up on your horrible state, both physically and mentally.

"Y/N! We need to talk." And there was his resting dad-lecture-face.

Yeah you were in trouble. "N-no I don't think we do, Dai. Let's just go home."

"Y/N...please. What's going on? You've been so distant lately, and I'm pretty sure, af least I hope so that I'm not the reason for that." He voiced his thoughts, his tone much softer this time.

Damn it, you cursed I'm your head. He knew just how to make you cave in. "No, you're right..." and so you told him about your surgery and your fear of losing everything you currently have.

You wait for his response for a long time, before two strong arms pull you into a firm chest, and you could hear your boyfriends heart.

"You're going to nail this, sugar. I'll even bail on school for you." And you both laughed.

He did do that.

#TSUKISHIMA KEI

"If you keep frowning like that, you'll look like some granny when you're only twenty, ya know?" The teasing voice of your boyfriend told you, as you two were seated at his desk doing the math homework.

If. He used the word that has been stuck I'm your sleep-deprived mind for days now. If you were going to get twenty.

If you were going to have a future.

If you were going to have a future with Kei.

The one in question turned to you curiously upon your lack of snarky comments, and looked at tour side profile, how deep in thought you looked to be in.

"Y/N."

"H-huh? What is it, Tsukki?" You asked the endless hours of staying awake in bed taking it's toll on you.

He eyed you once again, the suspicion growing by every second that passed. "What's gotten into you? You're acting weird." He commented.

And then you bursted into tears. Sobs violently shook your body, and Tsukishima was left staring at you for a good few seconds.

While you had been in a relationship for a long time now, and had your up and downs he had never seen you in such a devastated state.

It hurt him to see you like this.

And while he wasn't good at showing his love to you, often not even bothering with the effort, he hugged you bringing you from your chair to his lap and putting your head in between his shoulder and neck.

"You big baby. Watcha crying about?" He asked you, instead of a smirk, a smile resting on his face.

With a muffled voice you told him about your situation, and he understood the fear that was possesing you right now. It was about to posses him too, but then he remembered that you needed him.

"And you're crying over something as preposterous as this? C'mon we're in the 21st century. Ya ain't gonna die with the technology we have nowadays. Now sleep." He told you, when he noticed how your eyes were dropping.

"Love you, Kei."

"Yeah yeah. Love you too, I guess..."

Oikawa Tooru felt a bit dizzy behind his eyes. Maybe the gymnasium lights were too bright.

Or maybe it was her—standing there, just here for your brother Yahaba’s match—lingering by the bleachers after the game, fingers curled around his water bottle like you had every right to be there [you did], and no right to make his pulse stutter [you absolutely did].

Oikawa noticed the exact moment you walked in. Of course he did; he had a sixth sense for these things—he could read the shift in air pressure before a serve, the angle of Iwaizumi’s exasperated scowls, and especially, the gaze of a pretty spectator watching him with quiet intensity that made his skin prickle.

And now, despite his legendary focus, his brain short-circuited like bad Wi-Fi.

Badum.

His heartbeat was obnoxiously loud, the kind of dramatic thud that belonged in a shoujo manga, not in his stupid chest. He tightened his grip on the volleyball, knuckles whitening.

Focus. Serve. Ace. Repeat.

But then—then—you looked up. And smiled. At him? No. No, definitely at Iwaizumi, who was stretching behind him like some muscle-bound shoujo rival. Not that Oikawa noticed. Or cared. Obviously.

“Oikawa!” Coach barked. “You’re up.”

Right. Serve. He could do this. He’d done it a thousand times.

He tossed the ball, leapt—

—and his knee almost buckled when your voice cut clean through his focus.

“Nice form, Oikawa.”

The ball sailed straight into the net. thwap.

Silence.

“Wow,” Iwaizumi deadpanned. “That was embarrassing even for you.”

Oikawa’s cheeks burned. “A fluke!” he declared, flipping his hair. “The air was... wrong. And my shoelaces were—”

“You’re staring at [Name] again,” Hanamaki stage whispered.

“I’m not—!” But his traitorous pulse was already sprinting ahead without him. And it only took one sentence from you to prove him wrong.

“Oikawa.” Your voice, closer now. Too close. He turned—and there you were, tilting your head, a little frown on your face that flipped his stomach inside out.

He couldn’t say when you started affecting him. You were just supposed to help him with notes, as class president, catching him up after missed lectures. So why did your voice shake him more than a punch from Iwaizumi?

maybe it was because he was a keen observer..? He noticed how your pen would hover over the edge of his messy notes, then burst into doodles—bunnies in jerseys, a stick-figure Yahaba mid-sneeze—but you’d freeze when given a blank page.

How you empathized with everyone—the teacher, rivals, even the cranky lunch lady—but turned into a flustered mess when he thanked you. Left ink-smudges on your cheek he ached to wipe away.

And the way you bit your lip trying not to laugh at his dumb jokes, turning your lower lip a soft, tempting pink.

Oikawa Tooru knew exactly why he liked you. He was doomed.

“Are you okay? You look tiptop—just like you do on TV.”

The gym air turned to concrete in his lungs. His brain screeched to a halt like a buffering video.

TV.

TV.

TV.

“…TV?” he croaked, voice cracking like an old vinyl record.

You spun Yahaba’s water bottle cap between your fingers. “Yeah, I caught your match while flipping channels.” A pause. “Right when you said that thing about—”

Oikawa’s entire life flashed before his eyes.

Please no.

“‘If you’re gonna hit it,’” you quoted, eyes crinkling, “‘hit it until it breaks.’”

Nuclear silence. Iwaizumi looked like chrismtmas came early“She knows your catchphrase,” he grinned.

“IT’S NOT A—” Oikawa clutched his hair, executing The Exact Flip mid-panic. “I WAS FIFTEEN! IT WAS METAPHORICAL!”

“Sounded pretty literal before the Shiratorizawa match,” Matsukawa said casually.

“With tears in your eyes,” Hanamaki added.

You blinked. “Wait, really?”

“NO!” Oikawa shrieked, voice hitting frequencies only dogs could hear. “THEY’RE LYING—YOU GUYS I SWEAR TO—”

Through the chaos, you smiled. Soft. Infuriating. “I thought it was cute. Kinda cool, too.”

Oikawa’s brain blue-screened.

Because that was the worst part. You liked it. You remembered him. And now his heart was pounding loud enough to echo across the entire prefecture. He likes you. Oikawa tooru likes you.

“Aw,” Hanamaki cooed. “Captain’s blushing.”

“I’M NOT—!”

“Wait, wait,” Matsukawa cut in, eyes gleaming.

“[Name], you do know our captain has this weird habit of staring at the bleachers during timeouts, right?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

"Like he's looking for someone" Hanamaki singsonged.

Oikawa made a sound like a deflating balloon. “You all just lost your bestfriend priveledges.”

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi said solemnly, “just admit you like that she watched—”

“NO!” Oikawa lunged, spectacularly missing as Iwaizumi dodged.

“HE DOES THAT,” Hanamaki told you brightly, “when he’s—”

Oikawa’s shoe connected with his shin.

LOSER MEN ON TOP UGHHHHH.

Kuroo x fem reader (for the upcoming parts reader x oikawa)

Synopsis : After years spent by a certain setter along with a small toddler mending you heart, your life was a just like a blissful movie with a happy ending. But little did you know the person who gave you not only the worst years of your life but also the small ball of sunshine, decided to suddenly make a appearance in your fairytale when fate played a wild card.

READ THE NOTE : this chapter is to let you all know how kuroo and y/n's relationship was. They were absolutely one of the couple in university everyone envied as well as loved because they seemed like they just came out of a superhit rom-com movie. #people'sfavoriteduo. Also read chapter one first to get to know the story better.

Part 1 : meeting you again ¦ Part 2 : wouldn't you? ¦ Part 3 : broken promises

“No don't come any closer to me” kuroo stopped you, putting a hand too close to your face. He was trying to cover the wardrobe to not let you take out your clothes. muscles gripping on the corner of the wooden piece which was shorter than him, God they were flexing in the process and you would have simped over them if it weren't for this situation.

“and what is the reason? ” You sighed for the ninth time that evening, placing your hands over your hips while the matching pajama you bought together with kuroo hung loose over your body.

“my heart is made up of gallium it melts when you are close to me” the said rooster grinned at his own pick up line, kind of proud of himself that he made one on spot. He is gonna brag about it to shoku later in his math class. Poor boy was tired of hearing the chemistry pick up lines being practiced on him.

You massaged your temple. You really loved kuroo and his dorky stupid smile along with his cheesy pickup lines but Jesus Christ he atleast used twenty nine of cheesy remarks related to chemistry along with the kisses to not let you pack in peace. “if you don't want to get your cock blocked for a month move from there” you threatened, feeling certain he will let you be in peace.

“m' fine with it ” his grinned stretched bigger on his face “might as well win no nut November this year” now he was smirking with a smug look on his face.

Kuroo was like the mixture of Godzilla and thirteen years old in a twenty two year old man's body. Too stubborn and built like a beast which scares you sometimes a bit too much. No not the part where his body is built like Godzilla due to years of playing volleyball, it doesn't scares you even a bit and if you are being honest seeing him all jacked up makes you weak in the knees

but when his personality is like a thirteen year old, a little to stubborn and a little too troublesome that he can go to the extent of stealing someone's cat, yeah that scares you a bit.

“tetsurou I swear to god” you smacked his arms, frowning as you glared at him. Now you are going to get pussy blocked for a month due to him, geez. “just let me take out my clothes in peace” you walked forward towards the gap between him and the desk, tugging at his shorts a little but he just looked at you with a amusing glint in his eyes and a smirk on his fucking stupid handsome face.

“but I just came back” the rooster head whined this time, as you try to shove him away with your weak arms. “yes but you can live in a apartment alone for a few days by yourself” you spat back moving him from his place a little, the squeeze on his ass did help you to distract him. “hey that's foul play oww—” he shrieked as a cold metal spanked his butt, where the fuck did you get that pan.

“everything is fair in love and war” now you are the one with a smug look, finally shoving him away from his place, he was wincing and rubbing his ass with his hands, his face contouring a defeated look. You just gave him a small smile that he loved to see before opening your wardrobe after 30 minutes of trying, since a certain huge anaconda decided to guard it. Oh and the favorite pan of kuroo's whose handle you successfully bended and hid behind your desk did come in handy after all.

He was frowning now, thinking about how to make you stay with him until his gaze stopped on your phone. “hey I will text Emily and tell her you are sick” he snatched your phone from the charging point before swaying it on your face. “NO!” you yelled back, pouncing on him as he stretched his hand higher, enough to make you jump to grab it.

“why not babe— I missed you so much on the trip and now you have to leave the same day I get back just— Just to look after the house of your stupid friend ” he sounded annoyed as he huffed and pulled you into a hug. Kuroo was surely a big baby. But he was your big baby as much as you try to push him away he always comes back like you are his magnet and he will always move towards you.

“well you clearly didn't look like you were missing me in the selfies with kizumi” you pouted, your hands wrapping around his back as he nuzzled your face into his chest. You missed him too, you were jealous even. He was gone for two weeks but you have to leave, you have to even if that means you have to lie bout your friend traveling to states.

Because you weren't dumb, you could see all the symptoms— it wasn't as complex as rocket science that you couldn't understand the morning sickness, the mood swings, your period being late. It was not like you didn't want him to know about this, but if you knew a thing or two about kuroo, you were certain he didn't want kids any at the moment especially when he thought the kids are spawn of devils and you were both still broke kids in college.

Even you didn't know totally if your assumption was true and you certainly still weren't sure about this too. So you needed time, to convince yourself first- then convince him. Because you knew you couldn't do this alone, not while the love of your life wasn't by your side atleast.

“is this about you being jealous of her?” he pushed you a little, to see your face better, your eyes better, he could read your eyes like a chemistry book. You looked exhausted, tired but still to him you looked like the most prettiest girl to him. You always did and certainly always will. Wouldn't you?

You didn't say anything, even if you wanted to shake your head and say 'as if', you didn't because you felt insecure by the way they both talked about things they loved so passionately. You weren't like kuroo, not into the things he loves that much, you just supported him always, back when he was still in high school and and till now' till now when you both are trying to adapt to the adult life.

You always supported him but when Kizumi came into frame. Things started to change even if the dork was head over heels for you. He and Kizumi would talk for hours being in the same major, you had to share his free time with her. Her who was also a volleyball lover since she played in high school and co-incedently her loving chemistry as much as he did. They were like soul mates. So often it did make you wonder, if you were the right one who should be with him? were you the second female lead in the story who was holding back the main leads to complete their love story. his feeble voice interrupted your thoughts.

“y/n” he cupped your face, leaning down to meet your gaze, his pair of golden eyes looking softer than ever, filled with love and tenderness. “you know I love you and only you right” he said, flipping you against him, pulling you more closer to him, as he pecked the shell of your ears. “as long as you are by my side no one- no one can ever be compared to you” he assured you peppering kisses down your jaw, taking in your sweet scent.

“and if I am not by your side” you questioned back closing your eyes, feeling the soft lips on your skin falter for a moment. “no matter what” he breathed out, sucking on the spot he knew you loved as a small mewl escaped from your mouth. “you will always be by my side” wouldn't you?

Three am at the clock, two naked bodies under a thin bed sheet seeking for more warmth as they clinged into each other. “tetsurou” you mumbled against his chest, a small hum followed as you felt his heartbeat softly by the pressed ear against him.

“what do you think about having kids” a silence, you were meet with silence hanging in the room. Maybe you shouldn't have been so forward with this. You shifted a little away from him to look at his face but he was just staring past you. “I asked you something” you whispered, anxiety feeling your skin due to the lack of response.

“I don't want them” he answered straightforwardly, using his thumb to draw circles on your back. You furrowed your brows, your heart dropping to the stomach. “not now atleast” he continued.

“honestly I never wanted kids, kind of a burden if you think thoroughly and not only for the parents but also for the kids” he said, not meeting your eyes as a little hurt lashed over his orbs. The room was dark and only the breathing of the both of you in the small apartment could be heard. “what if they have the same fate as you or me” he murmured “also they kind of slow us down too, from achieving our dreams I don't think I will ever want kids”

“you think we will divorce each other?” you asked, now moving totally away from him, as you raised your head to meet his eyes, removing his hand from your back “you think we will neglect our kid?” you sounded irritated, maybe it was due to your hormones but the room felt suffocating all of a sudden. He did not just compare you both to his parents or your parents. You were nothing like them and will never be.

“why are you getting all worked up” kuroo shifted, he lifted his head, hands pressing against the mattress to support himself. “no— just just forget about it” you muttered out, shifting to the other side as your back faced kuroo.

“what? now you are not even looking at me just cause of a stupid conversations” his gruffy tired voice asked, his hands moving to grab you closer to his body. The room was cold he wanted your warmth but you slapped his hand away.

“God y/n you are so overdramatic and annoying at times” he muttered in annoyance, getting back on his side as his hand massaged his temples. He instantly regretted when you replied a small sorry as your voice cracked.

“m' sorry love” he sighed pulling your back closer to his body. He didn't say anything as you didn't react negatively to his touch. He will make you a apology breakfast tomorrow and pamper you with kisses, while muttering I love you's and sorry's against your skin as he always does when he feels guilty so you will forgive him like you do everytime. wouldn't you?

A/n : was actually planning to drop a chapter where y/n met oikawa after the whole thing with kuroo but since I wanted to make a special chapter for the precious boi due to his birthday here we go. Happy belated birthday kuroo!!! I wasn't actually planning to make this a series neither tag list but since you all liked it here you go mamas. Okay byee.

Tagging people who asked me to _(:з」∠)_ : @fushigum @amarinthe @glxar

[3:21 am — sparks]

the quiet whirring of the air conditioner mixed with your quiets snores as you slept peacefully beside Sakusa Kiyoomi.

He studies the slope of your nose that scrunches up when you tell him you're too full for the final bite of dinner. He brushes his thumb over the softness of your cheeks that puff up a bit more when you wake up in the morning. Your lips form a pout, even in your sleep, and he almost smiles to himself because it mirrored the pout you'd put on when you wanted him to indulge you — and he always did because it was you.

It's the middle of the night, and Sakusa knows he should have been asleep hours ago but his mind kept him awake.

People always told him that sparks never die when you're in love. But over time, he knew that wasn't possible nor logical. Over time, the sparks dwindled down, and things that were new to him became routine. It scared him at first.

What if he was falling out of love?

But he still wanted you to cradle his face after training, and he still felt the need to hold your hand in empty cafe's on Sunday nights because it just felt right.

Maybe he knew it all along, maybe he needed a late night to realize it, but those people? They were absolutely wrong. Sparks die down, but that doesn't mean the loves fizzles out too.

Kiyoomi still felt love in the way you wake up early to send him off to training, knowing damn well you were anything but a morning person. Love came in quiet Saturday nights, the both of you doing your own thing but still having your limbs touching just because.

The sparks were gone, but Kiyoomi still felt warmth in his heart when you snuggled up to his side because you always loved cuddling him, even if he hated it (he loved it).

The sparks were gone but your love still felt like a warm drink on a cold night that felt a little less lonely with you by his side. Your sleeping figure beside him felt warmer than any spark or flame their is.

The sparks were gone but your warmth made him know that this was love, it was true, and it was home.

reblog if u love kiyoomi ♡

this was so self indulgent im sorry

tagging: @tetsunormous @f4riytales @crapimahuman @st4rgirlsheh @toji-dabi-wife

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

summary: your boyfriend, who you live with, wants your attention, but you're too busy playing with your new cat to notice him.

warning: none

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

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You weren't the one who wanted a cat. In fact, you were against the idea when Atsumu originally suggested it to you one Friday night while he laid on your lap, watching you use your phone with heavy-lidded eyes as you played with his hair when suddenly, he blurted out:

"I'm getting a cat."

You moved your phone aside to give your boyfriend an incredulous stare. "And have you make me take care of it all by myself after you realize that pets require high maintenance? No thanks."

Atsumu jutted his bottom lip out, displeased. "Please?" His eyes sparkle, lips downturned into a pout as he attempted to coax you into give in to his suggestion with his infamous puppy-dog eyes.

You boop his nose. "Nice try babe, but my answer's still no."

Three days after that, he shows up in your shared apartment with a kitten in his arms without warning, smiling unabashedly at you and leaving you no other choice but to welcome the pet to your home otherwise, and you quote Atsumu, he's never going to talk to you again. Petty bastard.

But one month passes, and Atsumu's beginning to regret adopting that damn cat which you named Tsum-Tsum (he still can't believe you named the cat after him). He feels kind of honored that you did, but he's too busy sulking and brimming in jealousy to celebrate this because, in spite of you being completely against owning a cat a month ago, now you look at Tsum-Tsum with stars in your eyes; the same look that you usually reserve for Atsumu and Atsumu alone.

See, you never wanted a cat. And yet, now he finds himself fighting against that very same cat he brought home, for your attention.

Atsumu arrives from practice later than usual. He's beat. His arms are aching from throwing balls all day and he's starving. As soon as he enters the apartment, he discards his bag somewhere in the hallway, too enraptured in his eagerness to find you that he couldn't be bothered to glance at where it lands; after a long day of practice, all he wants right now is you tucked in his arms and some food.

He finds you in the living room. Your head is resting on the headrest of the couch and you're too busy watching whatever's playing on the flatscreen that you don't notice him until he calls out your name.

Your lips are quick to stretch into a smile as you sit up at the sound, and his heart practically melts at the sight. God, he sighs dreamily, you're so fucking beautiful.

"How was your day?" You ask.

"Bad," Atsumu mumbles as he walks towards you.

Your smile drops, worry taking over your pretty face. "Why? What happened?"

He leans down when he's close enough to you, pressing his lips on your own for a brief moment. "You weren't with me all day," He answers, pouting.

You rolled your eyes, smiling fondly at your boyfriend.

Noticing a small lump on your lap from the corner of his eyes, he looks down and scowls. Atsumu shoots the kitten sitting comfortably on your lap a glare, and he swears Tsum-Tsum shoots him one back.

His scowl deepened.

You see this and chuckle, moving your feet on the ground so Atsumu can sit next to you. "Stop bullying the cat, Tsumu," You mutter, amused.

"He started it," He plops down on your side, glum. Immediately, Atsumu takes the kitten from your lap and puts him down on the floor so he can lay his head on you. Tsum-Tsum hisses at Atsumu.

You gape at him. "Atsumu!"

Atsumu grins at you, feigning innocence. "What?" But his grin quickly fades into a frown when Tsum-Tsum jumps back to your lap not even a second later.

You coo at Tsum-Tsum, running your hands through his fur while he purrs in delight.

Atsumu's blood boils.

He's the one who's supposed to be laying on your lap dammit, and your hands should be playing with his hair because you're his girlfriend.

"Such a cute little kitten," You continue to coo. Facing Atsumu, you flash him a grin. "Right, Tsumu?"

Atsumu huffs, stubbornly turning his head the other way with his arms crossed over his chest. He really shouldn't have adopted that cat.

An hour later and your attention is still fixed on the kitten on your lap, barely even sparing your own boyfriend who's pouting beside you like a child and is desperate for the comfort your hugs bring to him, a glance.

"Y/N," He starts, patience wearing thin.

"Hm?" You don't take your eyes away from Tsum-Tsum.

Atsumu sighed in annoyance. "Y/N," He repeats again, trying to get your eyes to look at him.

This time, you don't even respond to him, too caught up in watching your show and petting your purring cat.

"That's it," Atsumu snaps. He plucks the kitten from your lap again and puts it down on the ground. Before Tsum-Tsum can even think about returning to your lap, Atsumu has swept you into his arms.

You blink in surprise. "What are you doing?" You look at him with accusatory eyes. "Put me down."

"No," Atsumu says firmly. He stands up without warning and strolls to your shared bedroom, carrying you in his arms: bridal style.

The both of you enter the room, and Atsumu kicks the door behind him shut so the cat can't come in and steal you from him again. Atsumu gently places you on the bed after, ignoring the perplexed look you're giving him as he dives into the bed and snuggles up to your side, one arm wrapped around your waist possessively.

Despite yourself, your cheeks flush. "What's this about?" You mumble, moving slightly to your side so you can lay more comfortably. You reach up to draw random shapes on his back, humming.

"Mhm," He sighed in content. Finally. "Missed you."

Your laugh echoes around the room and his chest warms at the lovely sound. He never gets tired of hearing your laugh. Even just hearing it puts him in a good mood. If Atsumu had his way, he'd have you by his side everytime of the day. He loves you that much.

"Kiss me?" He tilts his head up, eyes closed and lips puckered up expectantly in your direction.

Smiling so wide that your cheeks start to hurt, you oblige, because who are you to say no to your adorable boyfriend?