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yaomomvs · 4 years ago

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— BEING INARIZAKI’S TEAM MANAGER AND A SECRET VOLLEYBALL PLAYER

inarizaki x f!manager

this is part of a hcs series, let me now what team you want next <3

okay so actually you ended being the manager because the girls volleyball team had already closed the application time

so you you were really looking forward to it and omg you were so sad about it

after being rejected, you were just peacefully going through the gym and you heard laughter from a bunch of guys

you recognized kosaku since he was in your class and waved at him.

and so, they were talking about getting a manager since this team is pretty much a lot to handle

and so since kosaku knew you were hard working and that the first idea that popped out oh his head was that if you wanted to try out.

kita respectfully introduced himself and asked if you were willingly try out 🥺🥺🥺 like what a man 🥺🥺

and mostly because the twins having fangirls always made this process kind of difficult, so instead kita and aran wanted to make sure it was someone who at least was trusted by one of them

and not to brag but bestie you are gorgeous

so it was a win win

atsumu refused to this because as the jerk he usually is, he said that he didn’t need any help

that son of a bitch

he was being soooo petty mainly after you said “oh don’t worry kita, idiots are not my type”

osamu fell in love with you ❗️

and aran

and suna

and well the team.

and so, looking at the other court where the girl vbc was training you said that it was something.

every! single! practice! is! chaotic!

but somehow you managed them so well

atsumu is still trying to prove that he doesn’t but oh boy he is the first one to requiere your help

you better believe this guys are your simps and are constantly competing over someone who a year ago could never imagine they had

your attention? the best way to prove each other they were superior

in away games, god bless the idiot that wants to even dares to try to do a move on you

they are lowkey intimidating

not but seriously

specially and surprisingly kita and aran

son como esos niños mamones fresas que de cierto modo les tienes miedo

besides

this team? over the moon for you

and tbh, they were so grateful for you, you did a lot for them that they started to feel some kind of embarrassing how before they wouldn’t know how to do basic stuff like cooking for camps, labeling they jerseys correctly, searching for new equipment like they love you

anyways that however was kinda sus to them

it all started when somehow you learned so quickly, and the technical stuff was not hard to understand as to others

surprisingly the first one to notice was suna

you could have said something but tbh

you still look forward to play volleyball like more seriously even as a hobby

BUT

you’d rather be dead than telling your team that’s what you wanted because

a) they could think you only joined to learn volleyball and not help them

b) you had your pride, you want to be recognized by your own merits rather than “of course, they are inarizaki’s manager if they weren’t they could have never been this good”

so you still played volleyball but hid from them

there was a gym nearby where constant tournaments were held

you were a ghost because knowing damn well your boys could go there at any moment you decided to take some precautions

like nickname and position was everything they knew about you

your teammates loved you, so they respected your private life, and it was kind of cool

but what you were not expecting is that for some reason, omimi had followed you one day bc you forgot something after practice.

being a friday it meant for some weird reason you always rushed out

“sus” suna says everytime

so he catches you going out to the gym and maybe, he thought, you were just going to workout or see someone

BUT THIS GUYS EYEBALLS ALMOST FALL WHEN HE SEES TOY RUSH AND TAKE OFF YOUR SCHOOL UNIFORM SHIRT AND TIE TO FUCKING REVEAL A JERSEY WUTH A #3 on it

bye you broke him

and so he tries to process it normally

key word: tries

and here we are him being interrogated by the team incredulous to his words.

ay first they interrogated him being overprotective by the fact that he was spending more time with you but when he tells them what he saw god dammit

they loose it when they find out.

and so, tsumu says something that everyone agrees with him for the first time

“let’s go and spy”

“i swear to god if y/n finds out...”

“shut up aran, unless you want to make it obvious and reveal our identity dumbass!”

“tsumu, the disguises are awful”

“come on kita not you too!”

“what if”

“akagi shut up all of you agreed with the idea”

“osamu you suck”

and so there they go. trying to find you in the sea of people at the entrance, not having a clear view yet, they only search for the navy blue and white uniform that omimi described to them when he saw you.

and then almost as if it was the gods plan, they started hearing whispers of people around mentioning the arrival of one of the most popular teams out there.

“come on what the big deal-” suna started saying, however your figure appeared and he instantly turned into a babbling mess.

as well as the rest of inarizaki vbc.

osamu had to double check to assure himself that it indeed was you, beautiful as ever, walking alongside your hot and apparently talented team.

minutes later, they were standing in the bleachers as quiet as they could. they spotted you.

“A SETTER” atsumu jumped of his seat and had to be scolded by aran who was also surprised by the position you were going to be playing.

“wasn’t expecting that” ginjima talks saying what everyone was currently thinking.

behind them was a couple of guys, who apparently did not know how lower their comments.

“the setter is kinda cute” “wow look at that” oml please even aran who was the voice of reason had the urge to punch them in the face.

still they decided to just focus on your game who has now been started. and even tho they wanted to not do it, they couldn’t help analyzing you and your moves in the court. it was natural, well because they were players and very good ones it’s inevitable for them to compare and to study the way you played more than anything.

they were not expecting you to be this good. almost everything in your technique was polished, your tema work was remarkable and god bless your ability to read the blockers.

but there was a moment when they just saw the panoramic view of your skills. atsumu could see your tired expression, the sweat on your body, he just knew you were feeling now the adrenaline of the last moments of the set.

still you yelled a “we will take it” and then, with the others team hope hanging on a thread, the ball came to your libero, which perfectly passed the ball to you.

there was greed in your eyes, so scary that kita for a moment feared for the other team.

and it was when you did the setter dump that your whole team stood up in pure shock.

who were you and why were you hiding?

sadly the boys screamed way too loud which lead to you, after you made the last point and give the history to your tema, lifted up your gaze and saw a bunch of idiots wearing hats and everything in between.

suna and tsumu ran the fastest in the team directly to the gate, and the with a bunch of losers behind them,

because after everything you were there arms crossed and a murderous look in your eyes.

“IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE Y/N” “osamu shut up!”

they, once you made sure to pinch each and everyone’s ears, starred bombarding questions on how did you managed to learned that and why you did ikr tell them

“come on guys, in school i’m already looked down at just because it’s you! so could you imagine me being a inarizaki student trying to move without your name?”

kita forced them to shut up and aran felt a a kind of guilt

as week as everyone else

“don’t worry y/n, we know now what it’s like to not being your own author.”

and so, they just told you how proud they were.

“maybe we are jerks but y/n we are your jerks, and over there or respect to you has just grown up”

suna the says “you’ve been there all of the time for a while now, i guess it out time to return the favor”

and so ever since then they alwaaaaays try to be at your games

like pls once the referee said one of your serves was out and from the bleachers he screaaaaaaamed, he claims that it was definitely in

kita always gives you some food after a game or practice

talking about practice

even if you are there for being a manager they always try to, at least half an hour before ending practice, they have a quick game with you playing alongside them or just including you in their repeats etc

and goooood bless once again anyone who tried to look down at you.

because after being constantly on you games ofc people started recognizing them as the inarizaki power house

if they heard someone relying your talent on them pls make sure they five them the coldest look ever

like ‘nah bro i dare you to say that one more time’

*knive eyes*

and

even some girls attend your games trying to flirt with them

you know what they do?

they brush them off and say “sorry, my type is y/n” suna says and the are 😳

pretty much everyone does this

come on even aran

inarizaki best boys 🥺🥺🥺

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clubatsumu · 3 years ago

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Dance, Baby!

kuroo tetsurou x reader

5.4k, 1/4 (pomegranate seed)

A one night thing with a handsome stranger turns into a pregnancy thing with an actual baby in your uterus turns into a shotgun marriage thing with aforementioned stranger.

ao3

“What were you thinking?”

Listen.

You weren’t exactly thinking.

You open your mouth to answer but find all the possible replies unadviasable to say to your hysterical roommate. Like one would parry with a wild animal, you put your hands up in hopes that it would abate her.

“You know what this means, right?”

You do. You’ve gone through all the possibilities already. You’ve also gone through all the possibilities you’ll inevitably lose. You’ve gone through the all the scenarios and all the decisions and all the options and all the probabilities of the possibilities, and it still leads to the same conclusion, the same inescapable destination. It’s in front of you now, sitting innocently, idly on the bathroom sink.

It’s funny.

There are two lines instead of one.

Two — a bright, shining positive.

You breathe. You blink. You stare at the stick. “I’m going to have a baby.”

The father… The father is a touchy subject.

You touched the father of the baby, and the father of the baby touched you — rather skillfully, if you’re being honest.

The father is a touchy subject.

“You mean you don’t know him?” Akira shrieks.

You rub your ear.

“I do,” you lie. You know his name, and his allergies, and that he’s scared of clowns. You know that he blushes easily, and that he has a sensitive spot just below his jaw. “I just don’t know where he lives. And what he does.”

“Where — wow. Do you know where you met, at least?”

You make a face. “Funny.” You rub your hands, glancing again at the pregnancy test. And the other one you took just in case the first one was a fluke. And the third one just for proper sampling etiquette, since you were already there, you might as well do it properly. “We met at Rei’s wedding.”

“Her wedding to the hot volleyball player?”

Backup. Rewind.

The hot volleyball player in question was Bokuto Kotarou, and your cousin Rei — beautiful, bright Rei — did, in fact, get married to him a few weeks prior.

In order to understand the predicament, one must understand the lore.

The beginning of the lore presented itself as a predicament, oddly enough.

The objective that night was finding out if the hot man sitting at the table near the speakers was related to you in any way.

He was extremely tall, his suit fit him too well, and he was nursing something burgundy in a stout glass. He was watching the festivities with a reserved kind of amusement: not really partaking, but not really immune to it either. Everytime someone said anything funny, both at the microphone and beside him, he grinned genuinely, showing a bit of gum with every smile.

He was the most handsome man you had ever seen.

The way he was unconsciously drumming his fingers on the table while looking around helped you make that decision.

You should have been praying for the couple’s long and happy marriage. You would have, had you not believed in Rei and Koutarou-san, but you did, so you knew they could make it work without divine interference. They weren’t in need of your prayers, so instead, you redirected them to the hope that the man wasn’t an unintroduced third cousin twice removed because that… that would just be foul.

Not only would he be far enough along the family tree that you could get married legally, but he was also close enough that if ever you got married, your great-grandfather would have trouble picking which side he would sit at. It’s a bad place to be in, generally.

You made a quick speech when it was your turn, wishing the both of them luck and talking your little cousin up to the skies. She grinned so hugely you were sure her cheeks hurt. And instead of returning to your table after, you made a quick detour to the bar, gulping down a shot before making a beeline to the empty chair right beside the man.

He seemed startled to see a stranger sit down next to him, but he recovered quickly enough and sent you a perfunctory smile as you smoothed down your skirt. You shot him a grin in return and went back to pretending to listen to your aunt who was telling everyone how precious Rei is.

“So, uh, do you know the bride?” you decided to ask when the speech went down a particularly boring route. You already knew Rei ate sand as a kid. You were the one who tricked her into doing it.

“Hm?” the man reaverted his attention to you. Oh , you blinked, he really was listening. His eyebrows disappeared into his bangs. “Oh, um, a little. We met a few times.”

“So you know the groom.”

He nodded, looking oddly innocent. “We were friends back in school.”

You tilted your head. “Fukurodani?”

“No,” he replied, laughing a bit. “We didn’t go to the same school. You?”

“Bride,” you said. “Cousin. As you can see by our striking family resemblance.” You and Rei looked nothing alike. There she was, sitting at the dais, twinkling like a plucked star. “Come to think of it, none of us look alike. Which is okay most of the time, but you don’t really know in places like this who’s related to who.”

He nodded slowly as if going through what he was about to say next. You were just glad he wasn’t a cousin. “It’s not that hard to tell that both of you are related.”

“How so?”

“Both of you are pretty.”

He flashed a smile -- innocent, lips hiding his teeth.

You blinked.

Ah.

Okay. Okay, okay . A laugh escaped your throat. Then you looked away. You bit your tongue and tilted your face towards him. You mulled over his words in your head, dissecting them. Still laughing, half-embarrassed and half-pleased, you reached out to the centerpiece, plucking a little flower from the arrangement.

You slid it over to him. “Thank you.”

It was... cute, how he complimented her while trying to compliment you. You got what he meant to say well enough, rough delivery aside. You didn't expect him to flirt back. When you looked at him earlier, he didn't seem to be the type to blush right after he gave a compliment. He looked composed, and smooth, and sure of himself, but now all you can see are the tips of his ears turning pink.

He snorted softly and took the flower, tucking it into his suit.

“What did you talk about? I mean, does he even know your name?”

You cringe openly.

“ What .”

“He does! He does, he does. I told him my name. He told me he liked my name. That’s all.”

“How do you know Bokuto-san?” you asked sometime at the afterparty when your path crossed again. It was at his prerogative this time. You stood by the buffet table, and there he was beside you all of a sudden.

You noticed how his hair was getting messier as the night went on. What was valiantly gelled and styled earlier was now tousled, like he was left out on a windy mountain for too long. You wondered what magic the event cast on you that you had difficulty finding a flaw in him, hair askew and all. He cleared his throat. “We played volleyball together.”

“Oh,” you said, interest piqued even more, “Are you a professional player too?”

“No, no,” he laughed. “Nothing like that.”

You nodded solemnly, taking another sip of your drink. “That’s why you’re really tall.”

“Am I?”

“Don’t you know?”

“I like to be told.”

In front of you, the bride re-entered the room, hand in hand with her new husband, wearing a new dress. Baby pink this time, hugging her body and flowing as he twirled her around. The people were busy cheering, and you giggled alongside them.

“Would you like me to tell you again?”

“No,” he said at first. Then he changed his mind, “Yes.” He laughed too. He leaned down for the sake of leaning down, inching his head closer to yours in a teasing way.

You cleared your throat as he looked at you. Prodded by the raise of his brows and the tilt of his smile, you leaned closer. “Kuroo-san,” you whispered, voice crooning like a bad infomercial dub, “Your height is above average. Congratulations.”

He chuckled. You waved at a passing acquaintance. You turned to him. “Now my turn.”

He complied, whispering your name right back, tone mimicking yours. His voice was deep, rumbling, running through you and making the hairs on your arms raise. He stopped.

You raised your brows, waiting for the continuation. “Did you forget what you were supposed to say?”

“No,” he laughed. He took a sip of his drink and tried again. He cleared his throat. “What was I supposed to say?”

“Something true.”

He shuffled his feet. “Ah. Okay.”

“Go on.”

He called your name again. A pause.

“You like saying my name, don’t you?”

He blushed, the pink of his cheeks mixing with the warm glow of the reception room. “Among other things. Don’t laugh.”

You schooled your face into neutrality, tampering down your grin and finding it hard. It was like it was being pulled by an upward gravity. He put a finger to his lips, as if to signal seriousness. You cleared your throat and nodded, forcing your face to follow his.

“Something true, Kuroo-san.”

“You’re,” he started, but the tone was gone. It wasn’t teasing anymore, “the prettiest person in this room.”

“Condoms exist,” Akira hisses.

“We used a condom,” you hiss back.

He pulled a condom out of his wallet. Your hotel room was situated in a lucky spot, sharing the floor with only two of your old aunts, both of whom were sound asleep at the end of the hallway, as was what happened to people over 80 when the clock passed nine in the evening. He was on you before you even managed to close the door, pinning you between the hard wall and his hard body.

Midway ripping it, you paused. “I don’t usually do this.”

You stared at his face. The smallest mole on his chin. The dark of his irises. The crests of his cheekbones. The way the darkness of the room laced the edges of the shadows playing on his skin.

“Me neither,” he admitted.

You nodded, and something passed between the two of you. You held his wrist, inching his hand higher, hiking your dress up along the way, and you pulled down your underwear.

“Shit.” Akira starts pacing, biting her finger. A bad tick of hers whenever she’s anxious. “What will you do?”

You fold your hands on your lap. You list it off, somewhat detachedly, like a machine that’s been asked to calculate -- sort range, chronological. “Schedule a doctor’s appointment to confirm. Track down the father. Inform him. Then tell my family.”

“What if the father flakes?”

He probably will, you don’t say.

You liked him enough to spend the night with him, but it’s too idealistic to hope he’ll own up to something as big as this, not when he can easily walk away.

It was one night, and maybe you did hit off, but it doesn’t erase the fact that there were no strings attached. If he doesn’t want to tangle himself into this situation you’ve found yourself in, you won’t be surprised. The truth is, one night isn’t enough to get to know a person, and even if you’d like to believe you were with a good man, that goodness doesn’t stretch outside the six hours you were in and out of each other’s company.

“Then I’ll take care of the baby alone.”

Akira paces some more. You go and make her some tea to calm her down.

A quick search of Kuroo Tetsurou on the internet reveals a few facebook profiles, one of which is undoubtedly his. As you scroll through his — minimal, sadly — pictures, you manage to find out where he works and that he’s some sort of semi-high ranking executive at some government agency.

You hover too long on a tagged picture of him shaking someone’s hand, a smile on his face, suit unwrinkled, an easy air around him. He looks different. You wonder if it’s because you’ve never seen him during the day.

You schedule an appointment with an ob-gyn, heading over after work to sit in a waiting room full of pregnant women. You sit there with your flat belly, trying not to stare at the woman in front of you who looks like she’s about to burst. She catches your eye. A person passes between the two of you. When she sees you again, stares readjusting, she shoots you an encouraging smile.

It’s a sunny Tuesday when the doctor confirms that you’re six weeks along.

She does so with cheer, handing you pamphlets and a prescription for supplements. The whole time, your gaze keeps jumping to the poster of the woman with a photoshopped transparent belly, wondering how it’s possible that there’ll be something as big as that inside you soon. Another human inside of you. There are plenty of posters at her back. One of them, curiously, is filled with fruits.

You leave the hospital with a world a little more different than when you entered.

That night, Rei asks you if you want to have dinner at her house. You accept, thankful for the distraction. You don’t know how many times you’ve messed up at work today, and it’s lucky that Akira was there, cleaning away your mistakes before anyone else noticed.

Only it isn’t a distraction: it’s the problem wrapped and delivered right in front of you because there he is, standing on the doorway, back facing you.

His facebook profile is still open in your phone, stuck between a weird status and a tagged post in 2016, you remember faintly.

Rei waves from inside. She peeks her head from under Kuroo’s extended arm that’s holding the door frame. Kuroo, in turn, spins around. Before the two of you can do anything, Rei barrels straight into your arms. You catch her with a rough oof.

“How are you?” she asks. She squeezes your torso and tries to lift you. “You got thinner.”

“Really?” you ask, standing on the balls of your feet as she grunts in effort. “I didn’t notice. How’s being married?”

“Feels good. Lotsa sex.”

You pull her earlobe sharply.

“Ow, ow, ow.” She ducks back into her apartment, shrieking. She shouts, waving you in, "Come inside."

You follow slowly, fixing your shirt and tucking the fallen strap of your handbag back on your shoulder. You halt when you’re standing beside him.

“Hi,” he says.

You give a little wave. You remind yourself not to open your phone when he’s around. “Hello.”

“How have you been?”

“Well. You?”

“Good.”

Bokuto’s eyes jump between the two of you. Behind him, Rei is fluttering around, no doubt cleaning up at the last minute.

“We met at your wedding,” you explain. Wanting desperately to find a way out, “Where I forgot my shoes. I’ll go get them from Rei before I forget again.”

You push past the two of them and disappear into the house. Koutarou chatters nonstop at dinner, Rei interjects at some point. Her husband dotes on her endlessly in that absent, spirited way of his. Kuroo doesn’t go home, or make any plans on leaving. You bite the inside of your cheek when he purposely sits beside you at the table. Your feet warm happily inside the fluffy house slippers Rei gave you earlier while the ends of your fingers turn cold.

Kuroo is sneaking glances at you. At some point, he even got you a glass of water when he noticed you weren’t drinking the beer laid out on the table.

You find out more about him, like how he’s funny when he wants to be, he likes to tease people, and that he likes you enough to help you pick up your spoon when you dropped it.

There he sits, oblivious, while inside your belly is his kid.

The four of you work through the food. You ask them questions when you feel the need to, you answer the ones they have for you in return.

“I need to go.” You say once the dinner’s ended fully. You shoot them all apologetic glances as you wave goodbye. “I need to check on my samples.”

Kuroo stands, taking his suit from where he hung it by the chair. “I need to go too.”

Rei’s brows furrow, but she waves you off by the door with a kiss on the cheek and a long hug.

“You seem really close,” Kuroo starts, walking down the steps. He's talking about Rei, you realize belatedly.

You blink, turning to face him. “Um. I guess. She’s like my little sister.”

“I never thought Bokuto would get married.”

You hum. “He’s good for her. Makes her more responsible.”

In a way, Rei’s always been coddled growing up. You always thought she’d be with someone calmer, older. Though he is older, both of them are wired the same way, with the same frantic, fluttering energy. They cancel each other out, to your utter surprise. Like two negatives that make a positive. Maybe it’s an unspoken understanding, or maybe it’s true what they say about split souls that have a habit of finding themselves back together.

Kuroo laughs. “It’s like watching two toddlers hold hands.”

You scrunch your nose. “Two toddlers living together.”

He tucks his hands in his pockets, suit held in the curve of his elbow. “Listen,” he says. He clears his throat. “I’m… You’re very -- Would you like to —”

“You knocked me up.”

He stops. You stop. The street suddenly feels all too loud.

He would have asked you out on a date, you think. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look up at him. He would have asked you out. You were talking to him like you didn’t receive world-altering news earlier, like you weren't rewriting and rewiring all your plans since you realized that your period was late. You ate dinner with him like nothing was happening. “I haven’t been with anyone else. That night, when we… the condom must have broken."

He doesn't say anything. He just stares at you.

"I’m pregnant. I checked with a doctor earlier, and, uh, I was going to tell you tomorrow.”

Your hands are clammy inside your coat pocket. There’s a pamphlet in your bag that reads Getting Ready for A Baby: Pregnancy, Childbirth and Beyond . On his face is pure shock. His eyes turn round, mouth half open.

You pulled the rug from underneath him.

He was going to ask you out on a date, and then you told him you were pregnant with his child.

“I won’t hold it against you if you disappear.” Your eyes flicker down, and you stare at his shoes for a moment before catching your breath and looking him in the eyes again. “If you don’t want to be a part of the baby’s life, I can handle it on my own. There’s no pressure.”

A car whirs past you, its wind catching your hair and sending a few strands into your face. You brush it away heedlessly.

He keeps staring.

“But, um, if you want to talk, I’ll give you my number and we can meet up.”

It seems to slap him out of his stupor, because he quickly reaches into his pocket. “Yes. Please. Are you okay? What else did the doctor say?”

You input your number slowly, handing it back to him and letting him decide what your contact name will be.

“I’m okay.” You slap a smile on your face. “I’m about six weeks along. It’s--” you pause, wondering if you should tell him. The doctor taught you this earlier when she caught you looking at the chart. Exciting, isn’t it? she asked. You nodded before you could think, answer quick and genuine, warmth flooding your chest. Now, you laugh a bit, embarrassed. You hold up your hand, pinching your index finger and thumb close together. “It’s about as big as a pomegranate seed now.”

He swallows. He doesn’t stop looking at you. His eyes jump, taking account of your face, your hair, your jaw. You feel him want to move his eyes down to your stomach, but he resists. His gaze is caught in the middle of your neck instead, the expanse of skin where your clavicle juts out. You give him a few seconds to process his shock. You must have looked like that too, staring at the pregnancy test before Akira barged into the room.

“Well,” you start, slapping your hands on your sides when the silence gets too long and the people are starting to stare at the two lunatics who stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “In any case, I really need to go. So. Bye.”

“It’s just gonna be me,” you tell Akira as you prop your feet up the couch armrest.

“Why?”

“He seemed terrified. His face went white. He couldn’t speak.” You sigh. “This kid’s gonna grow up without a father ‘cause its mother was reckless.” You poke your still-flat belly as if you’re prodding a person to listen. “‘M sorry. I’ll make it up to you, ‘kay?”

“Why are you here?” Grandmother asks him, opening the door.

“Can’t I visit you?” Kuroo retorts, suit slung across his back with a finger, hair sticking in all different directions.

“No, I’m very busy.”

She patters back to the sitting room where the television is. It’s playing another one of her hard to follow soaps. She’s been restless lately, saying it's insomnia. To kill time at night, she began watching year-long soap operas. She says it's bad for the nerves, but good for the soul. Tetsurou laughs, trailing behind her. “Don’t you have time for your favorite grandchild?”

Here, it’s quiet. Just a couple of miles away from the metropolis, but not too far that it’s easy for him to drop by frequently. Her walls are painted the warmest shade of cream and her tables are full of picture frames. Kuroo occupies most of them. She pours him a cup of tea, sliding him a mug as big as a dipper. She sighs, watching him with irritation.

“What?” Kuroo croaks at the accusing glare he’s sure he hasn’t done anything to deserve.

“When are you going to give me great-grandchildren?”

Kuroo chokes on his green tea, and some of it dribbles down his nose. He coughs gracelessly, loudly.

She continues. “The lady across the street has two new ones.”

“Why do you talk about them like they’re cars --”

She glares at him even more and he shuts up.

“She won’t stop showing them off. Ten months old and can already recite the alphabet,” she mimics, fingers dancing up. “I’ll shove a cabbage up that old woman’s nose. She says at seven months, they could already walk. She should be thankful I’d bargained a good price for cabbage at the market. If I didn’t, I’d have already called her out for being a lying wretch.”

Kuroo imagines a seven month old child trying to walk. Your face pops up vividly. The way your bottom lip was red from chewing, the way you hollowed your cheeks when you thought about something to say to him, the way you waited for the reply he was too dumbstruck to give you. He rubs a finger across his eyelids.

“They can’t do that.” Can they? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything about children. He doesn’t know anything about you. “Do you want me to buy you a car?”

“No,” she says petulantly. “I want you to give me great-grandchildren.”

He sighs and stands up. He must be the butt of some cosmic joke tonight. Maybe you were one of his grandmother’s old students, and in exchange for a passing grade you agreed to be the suspect in his grandmother’s twisted form of hazing. But no -- he thinks, he thinks of you and -- and you probably never had a fear of having a low grade in your life.

He wonders if there’s a feeling stonger than the I’m okay you offered him earlier. He wants to ask for specifics: how okay is your version okay, how -- are you having morning sickness now? That doesn’t seem okay at all. The soap opera has taken a turn for the worst, and the woman brandishes a gun as she limps towards her enemy.

“Need to go.” He says quickly. He kisses her cheek to smooth the confusion from her face.

Kenma opens the door.

Kenma’s left cheek is marred a deep red, with lines running across. He must have already been asleep. Kuroo’s aware he looks like a house hopping insect. It’s past midnight, and Kenma lives on the opposite side of the city from where grandmother lives.

“What’s up with you?” Kenma asks.

Kuroo flings himself onto the mattress, wiggling his feet to warm under the kotatsu.

“Are you dirty?” Kenma asks again.

“Depends,” Kuroo mutters.

Kuroo, in a guilty spike of conscience, moves to lie down on the hard floor, spinning like a clock hand with his feet still anchored to the heat of the table. Kenma yawns and sits on his chair, clicking his mouse quickly to turn his computer on. They stay like that.

Kuroo stares at the ceiling while the cheers of Double kill! ring through the speakers. When he gets bored, he takes the wire from the headset and starts untangling it.

When he was seventeen, grandmother saw a box of chocolates in his school bag. It was bright red and stood out like an angry pimple among his notebooks. She caught a glimpse of it and promptly pulled him aside before he could leave for the train station. “Tetsurou,” she said. “If you ever get a girl pregnant, the very least you could do is marry her.”

“Pregnant?” he exclaimed unintelligibly, bread shoved in his mouth.

She cast a wary glance at the chocolates. He shut his bag fully and nodded absently, too embarrassed to say anything else.

He’d never thought he’d get anyone pregnant, and until a few weeks ago he was fairly successful.

Kuroo sighs and tells Kenma he’s finally going home.

He doesn’t text you.

He probably won’t, you realize as the clock on the wall of the laboratory ticks 3 p.m. and your notifications stay woefully empty.

Music is playing easily across the room. It's another one of your workmate’s new discoveries -- a playlist full of old radio songs. You’ve heard them a million times before already, played on the actual radio in your house while mother was cooking dinner and father had just entered through the front door. It’s been like that. A series of afternoons when they thought you weren’t around, when they giggled like children and danced gracelessly. Sometimes quick, twisting their bodies in something they call a boogie, or a jive, or some other name you can’t remember. Sometimes slow, with her arms on his shoulders and his hands on her waist.

You’ll have to go home tomorrow to tell them that you’re pregnant. You don’t want to imagine how their faces will fall from disappointment, or how they’ll ask who’s the father, and you’ll come up short.

It’s not like you don’t want the baby. You do. You’ve surprised yourself at how much even, at how fear can be easily flipped to excitement. Regardless of whether or not Kuroo stays in the picture, you want the baby.

It’s not a problem of wanting. It’s a problem of erroneous timing. You’re juggling two papers, along with your own, and a defense at the end of it. You planned on finishing your dissertation this year. Now, it’ll probably have to wait, shoved into the back burner until a better time.

You sigh. People are filtering out, the day coming to an end.

You and Akira make your way out too. You walk blindly, head bent and resetting your notification bar every 2 seconds. She pokes your shoulder.

“Hmm?” you ask distractedly.

“Is that him?”

You blink. “Is that who?”

She raises her chin in the general direction in front of you. You follow her, eyes landing on Kuroo. He’s standing, one hand raised in a wave. In another, he’s holding a brown paper bag. You swallow thickly. Relief floods your entire body. You’re not sure why. He’s essentially a stranger but you feel safe around him. It’s an odd instinct, and pretty stupid, and it’s probably the reason why you landed yourself in this situation in the first place.

“That’s him.”

Akira gives a knowing Ah, squinting at him. “No wonder. I’ll head home first. Call me if anything goes wrong.”

She pats your shoulder as she makes her way past him. He greets her, and she gives him a confused look as she walks away. You can’t help but laugh at the exchange.

“That’s my friend,” you tell him when you come near each other. “Don’t mind her. How did you know I work here?”

“I looked you up. I read your papers.” He pauses. “Is that a bad thing to say?”

“You read academic papers for fun?”

“When you write them, sure.” You keep staring, unimpressed. He clears his throat, offering you the brown paper bag. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I…”

You open it to be greeted by the smell of sandwiches. The good, expensive kind, with fresh lettuce and everything. You point him to a bench. “We can sit here.”

You cross your legs comfortably, but your back stays straight. He looks as on edge as you feel. His fingers are fidgeting, fiddling with his cuff sleeves at first, then rubbing his palms on his knees. He catches himself and ends up clasping his hands together instead, fingers intertwining as if to lock themselves in place.

“I went here too,” he says, “but across campus.”

You work in one of the university labs where the security is pretty tight. But the guards are old and they remember everyone's faces. That must have been how he managed to get in.

“Business?” you guess. He nods. “You’re five years older than me. So I was a freshman here a year after you graduated." You try to imagine him in college, wearing jeans and lugging a bag around. You think you would have had a crush on him back then too. "We missed each other.” You offer him a sandwich. The other half of your first one. He bought you three. “Do you want one?”

“Can’t. My stomach’s all tied up in knots,” he admits, laughing nervously.

You chew silently. You wait, hyper analyzing the people passing by. Anything to distract yourself. You look at the leaves for far too long. You pick at the wrapper with your thumb. The sandwich is undoubtedly good, but it tastes like ash in your mouth.

A gust of wind blows, rustling the trees.

“Would you like to get married?” he asks.

You bite your tongue on accident, which makes you release a strangled noise, closing your eyes as you swallow painfully.

“Are you okay—”

You brush him off, telling him you’re fine. You rub your tongue on the hood of your mouth to soothe the dull pain.

He stares resolutely at the dirt sidewalk. “Or not. Whatever you want. But if you want to get married, then we can.”

You scrunch your brows, putting the sandwich back into its bag. You’ve taken a total of three bites. “We don’t even know each other that well.”

“Then let’s get to know each other.” He says decisively, “Let’s date.”

You stare at your hands. “The other night, were you going to ask me out?”

He nods slowly. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I like you.”

“Are you asking me to get married because of that?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“Because it’s my responsibility too.” He looks at your belly. You can tell he’s been wanting to do that for a long time. A pomegranate seed inside. It's yours undoubtedly, but now he's making you realize that half of it is his as well. “I can’t just leave you alone.”

“I told you that you can.”

He stretches his legs, then looks away. You stare at the upwards tilt of his nose, the corner of his eyes, the curve of his ear. “I won’t. We don't know each other well, so, uh, I should let you know now that I’m not the kind of guy who does that.”

“Okay.” You nod.

He asks, confused, "Okay?"

“Okay. Let’s date.”

Another gust of wind whips by. Silently, you note how his hair is consistently askew.

He smiles. He smiles the same way he did that night — big, the pink of his gums peeking like they’re saying a happy hello, his upper teeth slightly crooked. His smile is full of uneven lines. It veers more to the left than it does to the right. You like it even more in the daylight.

He stands up suddenly. You follow suit. Kuroo picks the paper bag from the bench, offering it to you. You dig your hand in again and take the sandwich you discarded earlier.

“You like tomatoes?” he asks, seeing the edge of one peek from between the bread.

“I hate them,” you say between a bite. “But I’m supposed to eat healthier.”

He nods once in understanding. “I won’t buy you tomatoes again.”

You grin, cheeks full, heart lighter, the back of your hand brushing against the back of his.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #fic: dance baby

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu kinks setter eddition <33

here is the ace eddition

here is the Middle blocker version

Includes: Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koshi, Atsumu Miya, Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjiro, Kanji Koganegawa, Akaashi Keji, Kenma Kozume, Yahaba Shigeru and Keishin Ukai

Cw: pet play, degradation, humiliation, cock warming, cuckolding, bare baking, public sex, photography, (those are the more serious one, every thing else should be fine <3)

and here we go!

oh he is so pretty

Kageyama Tobio

Oral

It goes both ways too

He could append the rest of his life in between your thighs and that’s that

But that would mean missing the slice of heaven you give him when you go down on him

And he doesn't think he could live without that, you're just that good

Little secret for you : he will literally be putty in your hands if you suck his balls, it will literally send him into outer space

Vanilla sex

NOT IN THE BAD WAY

HE LIKES IT FOR A GOOD REASON

DON’T KILL ME

He just likes to be in love with you

It's his awkward version of love making, but he’ll burn up if you call it that

Just looking you in the eyes and softly thrusting in you

Holding your hand

Soft kisses and whispers of love

AWWW he’s so soft for you.

Cockwarming

This is really only foe when he wants to have sex

But also wants to watch old tapes of volleyball games

Normally tricks you into it, he’ll say he wants to fuck on the couch, y’all start to do it and he just stops gets you on his lap and watches

You don't like that too much

But when he harshly thrusts up everytime you whine telling you he won't let you cu for a week

Then you start to behave

But no worries he’ll eventually let you grind on him like whore, and he’ll play with your nipples until you've came

Your still not moving tho

Sensory deprivation

This is a control tactic

He goes all you for this

When he wants control he gets it

The most common thing when this side of Kags comes out is having you kneel on the floor

Well kneeling with your legs tied in the position, your arms tied behind your back

with earmuffs and a blindfold

With a vibrator torturing your poor hole.

Oh! And either a spider gag or a ball gag!

It's just you and never ending pleasure until he wants to indulge <3

(look at him walking, he does it so well)

Oikawa Tooru

Public sex & Humiliation

Specifically riding

Sitting you on his lap and pretending nothing is going on, while he’s really 8 inches deep

He’ll make you reach down and folder his ball to help HIM get off, for you? Well i guess you’ll just have to bounce a bit now wont you!

Knowing that to everyone else you two just look like a regular couple enjoying a bowl of ramen makes him love defiling you in public even more.

Aw. Are you embarrassed? You can’t be that ashamed if your fucking yourself on me

You never know how far he will take it either

One time when you were at dinner with Tooru and some of his friends, he had sat you in his lap and spread your legs for them to see

You were so embarrassed, even more when he started cooing in your ear about how much of a show whore you were

You couldn't look his friends in theirs eyes for a few hours

Gangbangs/ Cuckolding

You already know he believes in sharing is caring!

And he sure knows how to share!

You're just too perfect to not share with Makki, Mattsun, and Iwa!

And have you seen his friends, you’d like to give it a try

And he practically begged you to do it, and you can't deny a pretty boys puppy dog eyes

No one can deny the puppy dog eyes

He never thought anything could beat the feeling of being on the court, but seeing you trying to fit Mattun in your weeping hole and deepthroating iwa may just do the trick

Watching his friends fuck you may just be his favorite pass time

Cum eating

H e i s a w h o r e

He tries to tell you it's to make you “clean”

Yup, he sucks all of his friends cum out of you to make sure you're all his.

Oh! Sometimes Iwa will cum in your mouth and make Tooru make out with you until all the cum is gone between the two of you!

Praise

This is practically in all aspects of life

But when hes fucking you he wants to hear how amazing he’s making you feel

Yeah, his dick hits that perfect spot doesn't it?

He wants to hear it

He wants to hear EVERYTHING

His hips feel good against your thighs? Say it and loudly too!

Sugawara Koshi

Slight pet play

He really just wants someone to take care of

And what better way to do that then have his puppy by his side.

And it keeps him grounded

He’ll be all frustrated then he just looks at you

On your knees looking back up at him

And all of a sudden everything is ok again.

Body worship

Mostly from him to you

He just thinks you are so perfect

Sometimes he just wants you to stirp so he can spend hours just exploring your body

He’ll lay you down and just tell you how beautiful you are over and over

When he’s in a caring mood everything he does will be accompanied with a sweet compliment

Just let him do his thing <3

Caregiver

We saw this coming

Suga-momma will do anything for you

Had a bad day, ok he’ll let you use his cock to get off

You’ll feel better.

But, this is everyday life too

He sometimes helps dress you up.

He packs your lunch for work, always with a little note expressing his love for you

He just loves to know that you are comfortable and that you feel loved by him all the time.

Slight medical / doctor

I just feel like he wants you to be “healthy”

He’ll have a whole set up too

He’ll strap your legs up and “examine” his baby

And once he is sure all is well,

He’ll just fuck you then and there

if only he were real

Atsumu Miya

Dirty talk / Degradation

This is literally cannon-

He calls you all the names in to book

The favorite? He can't bring himself to choose

They all have different tones!

He does like to use “Cocksleve” more than often!

If you didnt know any better you would truly believe that he only thinks of you as a hole to fuck.

“ yes, clench just like that Cum-rag, you're too good at this”

“God, you’re hole loves my cock, i should just keep you here and fuck you or the rest of your life, leave you dripping in my cum all day and night”

He just LOVES doing this act

"Are you my slut?"

"Yes"

"Tell me you're my slut"

"I'm your slut"

"Say it again"

"I'm your slut"

He could live just hearing that everyday (not really but he says it to show how happy he is-)

Overstimulation

A built in ego boost

He loves seeing you messy and begging

He doesn't even listen to what you're begging. More? Stop?

Yeah well he doesn't listen anyway, he’ll do it until he wants to stop

Just hold your legs up, let him see your slutty hole and let him work

He’ll make you feel good, he always does :)

Dacryphilia

You just look so goddamn pretty

He literally makes you cry to get to comfort you

As in comfort i mean fuck you to sleep

He doesn't do it that often but he always makes it worth it when he does

Is it bad that he likes to have you sob on his dick?

He’s not a monster tho!

Your consent is key!

(we stan a king)

Pet play

Puppy

He has a full leash for you

But when he feel especially cold he makes you eat on the floor

And out of a bowl :(

But only when he’s in a seriously bad mood, but just having you listen to him so weak makes him feel so much better!

Just let him indulge in this, it makes him feel better that he’s in control

Extra little thing for tsumu

He records you two

He doesn't even bother to put them in a hidden folder either

They are just in between all the regular pictures

AND he screenshots your your nudes, prints some of them out and tapes them to his wall

Samu thinks you look very nice :)

he his the meaning of pretty

Akaashi Keji

Toys

He loves to have you rides dildo in front of him

Or he’ll have a bullet vibrator in you while grocery shopping.

He plugs you up anytime he’s not in you.

You can bet that if he’s not fucking you you're either fucking yourself, or being fucked by a little machine

And there is a method to his madness

But he will never tell you

He does all of this to see you, he likes to watch you and all your faces

You just look so adorable clenching your eyes shut and blabbering about nothing

He just like basking in your beauty

Oh he is so precious (and so are you)

Light bondage

He really only does this to show control

He can't let you get too full of yourself now

You’re still all his.

And he’ll put you in your place any second

He gives you control, and you need to play by the rules

If not. He’ll just tie you up and not look at you for as long as he see fits

You should’ve just listened to him

Cockwarming

Akaashi is constantly working!

Sometimes he just wants you near him when he gets his work done

You’re also a calming factor to him

Sometimes he get so stressed and can only respond to it by thrusting into you a few times and kissing hickeys into your neck

But after the first time, he fell in love with it!

Watching a movie?

He wants to be in you

But he’ll hug you close and press you against him, and he’ll cuddle into you

You guys have even fallen asleep while doing it

(oh to fall asleep while cockwarming Akaashi)

Cuckolding

Again, he works so much

And sometimes he just doesn’t have the energy to fuck you :(

Well thankfully, he has a best friend who is always very pent up and ready to fuck!

He could tell you weren't sure at first but after him reassuring it was fine and being non-stop fucked for 3 hours by a professional volleyball player

He could tell you liked it.

So, when he feels like he won't make you feel as good as he can, Bokuto is already on the phone walking out of his apartment!

like a little potted plant

Kenma Kozume

Cockwarming

Gamer boy wants you as close to you for as long as possible.

Sometimes he resents that he streams because he can't have you on his dick

You also help to manage his game ginger

When you're there he doesn't yell as much or throw is controller

Instead he places the remote down, he takes a deep breath and hugs you

He’s like a cat when he gets like this

He’ll be nestled in your neck- practically purring

Before continuing his game..

Cuckolding

In simple terms

He likes watching Kuroo fuck you

Like he REALLY likes seeing Kuroo dick you down

We all know he’s not the confrontational type, so when you’re being bad, his only opinion is to call his best friend

He cat tell you like it too because you take any chance you can to act up

But he always makes sure they you know your all his before the end of the night.

Photography

Being someone whose life revolves around social media

It is absolutely no surprise that he likes to have visal pieces of you to take with him wherever he goes.

He specifically likes mirror nudes, with those cat ear thigh highs that he got you.

You remember one time he went on a trip to another city and asked you to send him some stuff

And in return he sent a little video of him jacking off, and thus it became a tradition every time you were away from the other.

Slight Pet play

Mostly leashes collars and pet names.

he does not take it that far,but he likes to know his kitten listens to him.

The worst it got was when he put a dog leash on you and walked you around the apartment when Kuroo was over

You did receive the teasing of your life but good kittens don't speak

And you oh so desperately wanted to be a good Kitten for Kenma.

tounge

Semi Eita

Under the influence

You and I both know this man smokes-

And smoking just happens to make him horny

Like really horny

And if you're there next to him he’s not gonna jack off??

You guys have sex almost every time he smoke

And when you smoke?

Oh he just cant help himself, you look so pretty eyes glazed over

He’ll make you say so so much better.

Recording

He has a folder on his computer

And another on his phone

And all saved to his cloud

Of what?

Videos of you fucking

And a select few of sucking his dick

And what does he do with all of these?

He watches them, sometimes with you in the room

Like you too are hanging out and suddenly he’s on his computer watching you bounce on his dick.

Nudes

Clearly he likes to have you naked on a screen somewhere

And when he’s in public he can't exactly start watching homemade porn

so , he has a solution!

Make you send as many nudes as you can before he has to go out!

He has no shame for it either

One of your more “artistic” photos became his lockscreen

Which you begged him to remove considering his bandmates had begun to make comments about it.

Hair pulling

He does it all the time

And he does it so hard too

Every time he hits from behind

His hand is on your head and already pulling

Or when you suck him off

I'll pull your hair up, then push your whole head back down

And repeat.

oh my god i am in love with him

Shirabu Kenjiro

Degradation

This man has a mouth

And a mean one

AND a killer attitude

And he spares you none of that.

He ridicules and demands, dehumanizes, and you love it

“Admit you’re just a whore, getting off on being a hole. Disgusting”

Over the weekends, why you have nothing to do, he makes you stay around the house completely naked

“You're flaunting all you have like a prostitute, that's what you want right? O be used like a street whore?”

He’s just a mean guy :p

Humiliation

It just makes sense at this point

He really likes to makes you take off your panties when you wear skirts in public

Then he likes to have you bend down and grab things for him

He’ll have you sit, man spreading, but the catch is there is a huge hole in your pants, so anyone at the right angle can see everything.

Of course none of this goes without witty comments and insults from bang boy.

Bondage

He loves having you weak in front of him

It’s a total power trip for him

Like everything the two of you do, it consist of you being a good whore and him being a big ole meanie

He’ll leave you tied up for hours with a fuck machine pounding your poor hole

Or hell have you with a spider gag in and he’ll make you grind into the floor

He’ll laugh at you

Record you and he’s even sent videos of youtube some of his old teammates

This one time, he had you tied up to your bedpost and just left, he walked out of the room and you didn't even know how long it was until he came back.

Pet play

You were mouthing off to him? Oh no they won't do

He pretty much uses it as leverage against you

Good pets so mouth off do they?

No? What I thought.

Its a form of punishment mostly

Keeping you kneeling on the floor below him for hours while he studies

He makes you eat down there

And he’ll pet your head, but if you even think about leaning into it, he’ll stop

He’s so mean :(

bird boiiiii

Kanji Koganegawa

Pegging

He’s a baby

A pretty baby, that anyone would like a chance to ruin.

He probably didn't even know what is was and still agreed, but no he begs for it

And who are you to deny your baby?

It was kinda hard at first considering he was so big, but you managed, and are very good at making him cum, like really really good.

Hand kink

He really just likes to see how much bigger his hands are

He’ll grab your handd and thread your fingers together, your hands are just so soft, opposite of his

He also likes to stick his fingers in your mouth and likes when he gets to suck on yours.

Ddlb / Dmlb

There is no explanation other then he’s baby

And he needs to be taken care of, before he dose something stupid

And you love taking care of your overgrown baby :)

He’s all smiley and cute when you do!

How could you resist?

his grandpa is hotter but whatever

you didnt see that.

Keishin Ukai

Public sex

In his store

On the counter

Five Minutes before closing time

It cannon

It's the risk factor for him, anyone can just walk in and see you fall apart on his cock

It's actually happened before, Shin wanted to do it and you agreed but didn't expect Takeda to waltz in and look directly at you.

Yeah he immediately came then shoved you onto the floor to hide you from Ittetsu’s prying eyes

Daichi has also heard the two of you fucking in the gym storage closet, but chose not to say anything.

Barebacking

It's like a primal urge to him

Condoms are annoying ang time consuming, you guys are gonna be together anyways might as well let him fill you like a good fuck toy

When he cums in you he also doesn't let you clean it out

He makes you stand there, face three inches away from your core, and watches his cum drip from you

Condoms won't let him do that, will they?

Humiliation

I mean he’s into fucking you in public, so this is pretty much a must at this point

He puts you in these positions so you have no choice but to be embarrassed

I mean what kind of slut like getting fucked in plain sight?

When you go out with him he makes you wear all these ridiculous outfits that practically show everything

And he makes fun of you when they look!

Pornography

Yes as in homemade porn

Why would he keep you all to himself?

Everyone deserves to experience that

And people love you!

If the thousands of comments and requests say anything about it!

oh to do that to Maddog

Yahaba Shigeru

Choking

We all saw the scene with Maddog

Come on, he’ll do that to anyone

I feel like he just likes seeing his hands around your neck.

He likes how fail you are and how is ands just wrap around your neck

He knows where to squeeze too

He’ll hold your pressure point to the pint you think your gonna pass out

Light BDSM

Nothing to crazy, he likes having you tied up and ready that's all

Maybe eagle spread on the bed?

Or hell have you kneeling next to him, arms tied behind your back mouth ready and opened

The possibilities are endless

Fingering

He likes his hands-

But it's mostly about you

Seeing your hole up close

It sucking his fingers, like a good hole should

Plus he has better control with his fingers, so he hits all the good spots over and over until yout crying <3

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yhwhsdaughter · 4 years ago

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HQ!! Manager being protective when people insult their player

(ft. oikawa, hinata, tanaka, yachi, osamu, kuroo)

Warnings: threats, physical altercations, bullying, public humiliation

I usually don’t condone the usage of violence, but I woke up mad today lmao

OIKAWA

the pretty setter was getting ready to serve, his fangirls screaming in support while the rest of the team took a break.

to the side were a couple of guys staring in jealousy, “heh, his weak ass gets a big ego just because—”

they continued their insults and while they didn’t reach oikawa, his team members certainly heard it all

teasing oikawa was different when it came from them because they genuinely cared about him,, but for someone else to continuously bully the setter without reason?? it was infuriating

before any of them could kick their asses, their manager approached them.

(name) was perhaps the most polite individual they’d met; always patient and kind despite their antics

“ah, i can see the misunderstanding that oikawa is a weakling. he’s got a broken knee and constantly pushes himself despite the excruciating pain.”

the aura surrounding them suddenly turned dark and cold as (name) clutched the shoulder of the main bully with an iron grip

“what about you? shall i break your knee so we can find out if you’re stronger than him?”

at that moment, their gentle mannered manager had the eyes of a beast, unyielding as the guy tried to escape their grip

when they left, the players approached (name) who still glared in that direction. “woah we didn’t know you could be so scary (name)”

now calmer, they replied, “you’re my team, i would kill anyone that tries harm you.”

it was such a matter-of-fact that the males couldn’t help but laugh “haha you’re funny too”

“am i laughing?”

that day they learned their precious manager would deadass commit murder for them

extra: when oikawa found you defended him, he ran with open arms, “(name)-channnnn marry me!” squeezing the life out of you

HINATA

competition hadn’t even started and people were already shit talking karasuno

“flightless crows” blah blah blah

as their third manager, you would be in the benches with yachi, supporting the team

however, hinata had gone to the bathroom and he wasn’t back. daichi had sent you to get him since the game was about to start

you found the team’s sunshine nearly corned by a tall player “aah you’re so short and you’re a middle blocker?? i’ll be looking down on you little shrimp!”

he didn’t get to say more because your leg swiftly hit the back of his knees, falling to the ground harshly.

no one and i mean no one messes with hinata without you getting a few hits in, regardless height

“oh look. you’re below him now”

mans was lucky y’all were in a competition, otherwise he wouldn’t have left unscathed

with that, you steered your baby hinata away from that asshole, throwing him a dirty look in case he wanted to try anything

if he did, you would not hold back. literally on sight

fyi hinata was totally not blushing the entire way back. everytime you approach him now he gets all flustered

everyone else is like ???

TANAKA

the ladies man, tanaka had encountered a group of attractive girls at the arcade so he decided to shoot his shot

when they declined, tanaka was prepared to leave them alone, respectful of a woman’s boundaries, but they decided to verbally attack him

“who’d wanna go out with you?” “yeah you’re so ugly, stupid baldie”

wrong move

unfortunately for them, you were also at the arcade, having heard how the entire conversation went down

you knew tanaka would never use violence against a girl, even if they were rude, but you would.

equal rights equal fights bitch

those girls never saw it coming, you grabbing the leader’s hair roughly and yanking it back, “you’re right, longer hair is much better”

you went feral; simultaneously slapping the others away when they tried to pull you off, your tight grip never faltering.

only when tanaka placed a gentle hand on your arm that you released her

“insult him again and you’ll be the baldie next time”

in short, tanaka now sees you as his personal deity. boy will adore you

YACHI

the third years were gone now

kiyoko had left the team in your and yachi’s hands, with you mainly taking charge as the now-third year manager

the team all sat together for lunch (yes, tsukki too), they were waiting for you since you’d been talking with a teacher

a girl in front of you side-eyed yachi, watching with envy as the blonde sweetheart spoke with the handsome volleyball players

plan brewing in that toxic mind of hers, the girl pretended to trip, spilling her lunch all over yachi. the team didn’t have time to react, watching in shock as food splatted on her lap

sis even had the audacity to say “oh sorry didn’t see you there” as if she didn’t just purposefully throw her food on someone else

worry not, because you returned the favor.

as soon as she gave her faux apology, your food was already making its way down her head to her shoes

there wasn’t a part of her left uncovered

“my bad, i thought you were the trash” you did not look sorry at all

half of the cafeteria watched this unfold—tsukki even making some snide remarks. you grabbed yachi’s hand, guiding her to the restroom to help her clean off

from that moment on, people got the message to never mess with the volleyball team lest they face the wrath of their manager

OSAMU

osamu was your best friend, the reason why you joined inarizaki as their manager

currently, you were in home ed, making the assigned dish but it wasn’t difficult so your movements were lax so much that you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation going on in front of your table

at the mention of osamu, your ears perked up

“he was SUCH a jerk. i kept asking hoping he would grow tired and say yes, but nooooo. apparently osamu thinks he’s better than me”

some of her friends looks uneasy at her inability to take ‘no’ for an answer but the girl continued on her rant

the teacher stepped out for a moment. “HAHAHAHHAHA” the class turned to look at you, laughing like a maniac while you chopped vegetables with scary precision and inhuman strength

“you sure got some nerve, harassing someone like that.. especially my best friend”

that was the moment the grew knew she’d fucked up. she couldn’t even answer back because the teacher was back.

you made a point to ask the teacher if you could be partners with that girl for the next lesson, making her gulp in fear as you ran a finger across your throat

to say the least, she stopped talking for the remainder of the class

KUROO

chemistry?? you and kuroo?? friends?? together in class???

a fucking chaos

just kidding. the two of you were actually really good students. the best, if you had to brag

despite being the teacher’s favorite, you were lowkey about it while kuroo liked to insert as many chem jokes as he could in presentations

it was kinda embarrassing and you subtly teased him, but never with malicious intent

during a lab, you got partnered with a bully. you tried to ignore him and continue working, but it kept getting worse.

the breaking point was dragging in kuroo to all of this. you’d rejected his offers of going on a date and when kuroo made a motion to ask if you were ok, the dude took it as a sign to talk shit

“seriously? him? he’s a fucking nerd. his jokes are lame and has shitty hair—”

your eye twitched. “oi you better stop if you don’t want me to burn your face off”

clueless in class, he didn’t know how to handle the material so you were doing all the work. he didn’t believe you

bringing in the acidic substance near his face is when he finally backed away, at which point you had already called the teacher and told them that he was playing around with dangerous chemicals

although it was the other way around, who do you think the teacher believed, their star student or the school bully??

lmao, bitch could ask his detention buddies out on a date now

kuroo: ??

#haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq x you #hq x reader #kuroo testuro #hinata shouyou #osamu miya #tanaka ryuunosuke #haikyuu yachi #oikawa torū #kuroo x reader #hinata x reader #osamu x reader #tanaka x reader #oikawa x reader #yachi x reader

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bokubear · 3 years ago

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shopping with hq boys

feat. oikawa torū, atsumu miya, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi, ushijima wakatoshi

warnings ; none, hq boys spoiling their s/o

a/n ; i wanna go to costco with suna :(

°— oikawa is the one that believes he is the king of fashion. aware of all the trends and things. i bet he followed that croc trend too. it was horrendous. he acts like a prissy brat in certain stores like gucci or louis vuitton. of course, he ends up buying something for you everytime.

°— atsumu thinks shopping is boring. with you no, but generally it’s just not interesting in the least. he likes the food stores. mainly because they smell heavenly but also because he gets the chance to randomly spawn next to you with a cinnamon roll out of nowhere. it’s entertaining to see your shocked and amazed face. hilarious.

°— suna doesn’t mind shopping, it’s not spectacular, but it’s not bad. he likes big and random stores. those that are like costco with absolutely everything. he thinks it’s funny that one aisle has food and the next has entire couch sets. he loves to freak you out by disappearing behind you and scaring you between aisles when you don’t notice. a tease through and through.

°— sakusa likes going to little boutiques with you. the best part is that when you walk in, you see this massive volleyball player among all these girly clothes ( with you ). it’s out of the ordinary, but to sakusa it’s better than being in popular stores with lots of people. germs are carried in the crowds anyways. he picks out really cute outfits. he has a good sense of style.

°— ushijima is practical to a fault. he likes shopping with you don’t get me wrong, yet he just never knows what to pick out. always saying “i have clothes at home.” which leads to you teaching him that it’s alright to get what you want even if you have some things at home. although he’s not very good at treating himself, he is good at treating you. he picks out really cute outfits.

-maak

plagiarism, repost, and editing is prohibited

#hqxreader #haikyuuxreader #hq #maakwrites.#atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #oikawa torū #oikawa x reader

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6sakusa · 4 years ago

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‘last’ sakusa kiyoomi.

a/n: so this was a request for and i quote ‘angst that will cause extreme pain.” i hope this lives up to it.

warnings: angst, death & mentione of it, self-blaming, relationship issues.

“you just don’t stop don’t you? is it that hard to be less irritating?” sakusa huffed. the two of you had been engaging in an argument over the pettiest matter once again, and at this point you weren’t even near surprised. it had kicked off with you asking your boyfriend if he had eaten out of concern and then him proceeding to label you as ‘clingy’.

recently things were just different, he wasn’t treating you the same anymore and he barely made time for you. most people would say this was a common occurrence once any relationship had come out of the honeymoon phase, the only problem was you and sakusa were long out of that fairytale whirlwind. but through it all, he still showed immense love towards you, considering you had been together for years you were honestly expecting a proposal soon. but that all changed recently, and to make matters worse you couldn’t for the life of you pinpoint why.

maybe, just maybe.. was there someone else?

“i just care about you that’s it, why are you so adamant on turning things into an argument?” you sighed recalling at the way he snapped at you. his reaction would have shocked anyone but at this point in time, as much as you hated to admit it, you were almost getting used to it now.

but that didn’t mean it hurt any less, no, definitely not. it was just as painful each and everytime you saw the blank expression on his face, the way he went out of his way to avoid you and the growing irritation on his features everytime he was made to face you.

“because you’re annoying.” he blurted out seemingly without thinking, in all truth sakusa definitely did not think you were annoying, actually, he quite loved when you made an effort with him. but lately, he just doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. he loved you with all his heart and he wants to propose to you more than anything but the concept scares him, the fact that the two of you being married would mean you’re practically stuck with him. and he doesn’t want that for you, you deserve better. you deserve someone who is comfortable parading you around to the world, someone who is okay with going out on dates in crowded places, someone who will give you affection whenever you need it, someone who is good with words.

sakusa is not that person.

it would break his heart to see that one day you were regretting your decision of saying yes to him because he couldn’t provide what you needed. so his last resort? push you away. not far enough so that the two of you are no longer together because he couldn’t bare the thought of no longer being able to call you his, but far enough for him to have time to get his shit together, so he could come to you better and improved.

“so you don’t want me to talk to you is that it? God what has gotten into you? do you not want to be together anymore?” your voice faltered towards the end as you broke eye-contact with your boyfriend, tears were threatening to spill any moment and your heart was breaking in your chest. you were a bad person, you were a bad person because you were practically forcing him to stay with you even though it was so clear that he didn’t love you anymore.

well, that’s what you thought.

he stayed quiet at your question.. no, he doesn’t want to break up, that would be catastrophic for the both of you and besides he couldn’t ever love anyone the way he loved you. but if he responded saying he wanted to stay together that would prompt you to spark a conversation about why he was acting the way he was, and if there was one thing sakusa hated it was vulnerability.

“i just need some time to think.” that was a good response, he thought. he wasn’t ending things but you wouldn’t push further after that and he knew that, it was .. perfect.

“i’ll give you some time then.” tears were already staining your new top, you were excited to show it to sakusa because it was one of your favourite purchases you had ever made, but instead you had decided not to, you were weary of bothering him.

of course your tears didn’t go unnoticed by him, he watched as you put your shoes on and grabbed your coat from the hanger. he made a mental note to beat the shit out of himself for making you cry the moment you had stepped foot out of the door, and that’s exactly what he did.

he turned to the counter slamming his hands against his head, he needed to get his shit together and he needed to now.

it had been years and you had never expressed any distaste in sakusa’s personality or his methods of affections, would you really start now? maybe this was all stupid, it wasn’t like he would be forcing you to marry him so if you ended up getting tired of him in the future there wasn’t much he could do about it.

if anything, he knew he would regret not getting to put a ring on your finger at all and never knowing what could have been.

so that’s it, that’s decided. he was going to marry you and he would get it together the second you walked back through the door, he would give you the most loving embrace he could possibly muster up, and he would spend the next few months apologising for his behaviour. he would sit and listen to you babble all about the new top you bought because he did notice how much you had adored it when you had brought it home a week ago. and tomorrow he would go out and buy you a few gifts, there was that necklace that you loved from the quaint jewellery store down the road. that’s where he would be heading to first. because sakusa kiyoomi would do anything for you.

meanwhile you were imagining every possibility that could occur the moment you stepped back in. he would break up with you, it was inevitable. he practically hated you, you were acting like such a burden, an irritating and annoying burden. but you wished more than anything that things could be different because you loved sakusa with your entire being, there was no way you would move on once he discarded you. you had imagined your entire future with him and no one else, there was no way that you could change things now.

you sighed pulling out a polaroid of you and sakusa, the cold air that hit your hands just made you feel that much more alone. but you ignored it as you ran your hands over the picture, it was the two of you during the first christmas you had spent together. he had spoiled you so much that day with gifts that you had cried numerous times and begged him to return atleast half of it because it was way too expensive and you felt bad. you were cheery eyed with a wide smile and a small tear adorned your cheek, one of joy as sakusa hung off your arm. his smile was small but it was there, he was just happy that you were happy, he had loved you so much and you couldn’t help but wonder where it had all gone wrong.

why didn’t he love you anymore?

sakusa bumped his leg up and down on the livingroom couch, he couldn’t stop glancing at the clock. it had been three hours which was far too long for you to be gone without a word, to make things even worse you had left your phone in your shared bedroom meaning he had no direct method of contacting you.

a buzz resounded in the room and your boyfriend had never moved so fast so pick up the phone in his life, admittedly he was getting severely worried. he didn’t want you walking out of his life, but thankfully by tomorrow he would wake up next to your beautiful smile and everything would go back to normal.

“hello? is this uhh — sakusa kiyoomi?” there was a feminine voice on the other side of the line who sounded cautious about the pronouncation of his name, additionally, her voice sounded unsteady, it was almost as if she was scared.

“yes.” he responded bluntly wondering who this wench thought she was to be wasting his time, she had even called on no caller id. he had half the mind to hang up on her now, if anything you could be calling him this very moment and it was sending you to voicemail because he was occupied with this girl.

“sorry to impose but you are listed as l/n y/n’s emergency contact, are you aware of this?” his back pricked up at the mention of your name, emergency contact? now he was beyond worried.

“yes i am.”

“i’m sorry to say but— l/n was hit by a vehicle moving at almost fifty miles per hour and — she didn’t make it.” in that moment sakusa had never felt more dread in his life, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. was she saying that you were.. dead? but you couldn’t be dead, no you couldn’t be because he never even got to apologise to you, and you never got to accept his apology. he never got to buy you that necklace, things never got to go back to normal, he wouldn’t be able to live out the rest of his days with you.

he never got to propose. so no, you couldn’t be dead.

then why was he crying? this is the first time sakusa remembers crying as an adult, if it wasn’t true why was it feeling like his soul was being sucked out of him? why did it feel like even though he was a well renowned volleyball player loved by millions he meant nothing anymore? why did it feel like life had no meaning?

he didn’t even realise the phone call was still going on until he heard the woman clear her throat on the other line. “she wanted to tell you.. she’s sorry and she loves— loved you.” she corrected her mistake almost immediately but this didn’t do anything but make him feel worse.

“the hospital will contact you with more details soon, sorry for your loss.” and with that, the line went dead.

sorry? she was saying sorry too? and you.. why were you apologising? in your last moments did you really spend that time asking the paramedics to tell him that you were sorry? you hadn’t done anything wrong, you had never done anything wrong, it was all him, he was the problem, he was a fool.

he threw his phone against the wall and watched as it clattered against the floor with tear-filled eyes. this was his fault, if it wasn’t for him you would never have gone out, maybe if it was just one second later, maybe if hadn’t acted this way, maybe if he had stopped you from leaving, maybe—

so that was it.. even if he thought he was doing everything he could to protect you he had hurt you anyway, in the worst way possible. and how could he forgive himself? he never would.. he never could. because that day he lost everything, because you were his everything, the most precious thing to enter his life, his pride and joy, his entire life.

you were too distracted by the picture of the two of you together, now it laid discarded on the side of the road with a streak of blood staining the bottom half. thankfully the picture was still recognisable, because you made sure it was in your last moments, kiyoomi would be mad if you got it dirty.

regret was an understatement.

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215-luv · 4 years ago

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heyy i have a request :))) can u do one for tsukki, asahi, suna,bokuto where “y/n” is a really talented ace in the girls volleyball team, and like how they’d react to seeing them play for the first time. I play as ace in my team and i haven’t really seen anyone do one where the reader is also a player :/ anyways that would be lovely:)) have a good one 😁😁

TSUKKI, ASAHI, SUNA & BOKUTO WITH A S/O WHO’S A TALENTED ACE

tsukishima kei

this tsundere ugh

forget about cheering for you, tsukki has been watching your every move eversince the game started

that’s because he’s thinking about blocking you someday

all that just to piss you off 😒

completely flips the whole arena when he sees you go for a perfect block

now he’s pouting + eyebrows furrowed

tsukki doesn’t admit it but he’s very impressed

he’s been hearing you brag about your plays and he doesn’t believe you

your performance in the court says otherwise

tsukki be punching the wall rn

“can you like,, make a mistake atleast for once?”

azumane asahi

he’s so scared of you LMFAOO

doesn’t even know he’s also scary in court *sigh*

asahi’s support for you is on HIGH LEVEL

he’s been having major mood swings when watching you for the first time

excited because he loves seeing you play omg you’re literally slaying every spike

scared because why are your attacks so clever and strong

worried because you might sprain your ankle anytime :((

we love a diligent boyfriend

asahi would be clapping everytime you score points omg imagine the mini claps he does

“*shivers* that’s.. terrifying..”

suna rintaro

this mf has the heart to smirk while he’s watching you play

safe to say he’s proud of you!! he’s very focused on how you move

has his eyes glued to you ALL the time just because (like tsukki) he’s planning to block you someday lol

deadass chill

he can’t wait to bring you down

he’s also grinning everytime you score a point

suna thinks you’re hot when you go competitive mode

tbh he thinks you’re hot in anything anyways 😒😒😒

“oh damn, you can do that too? too bad the other team has to suffer a tragic loss today..”

bokuto kotaro

HE LOVES IT SO MUCH OMG

hears your title as ‘ace’ and he thinks it’s destiny

✨ c o u p l e g o a l s ✨

you bet he’s the LOUDEST among the crowd

whenever you score them points he’s gonna be so happy and excited omfg

he GASPS everytime you do straights and perfect blocks

thinks you’re the best at anything

but ofc your boyfriend wouldn’t want to lose!! he would be practicing his gameplay too!!

100% he’d definitely have mini practice sessions with you

“Y/NNNNNNNN!!! YOU’RE SO FREAKING COOL!!”

#haikyuu!!#haikyu #haikyuu #inarizaki #karasuno #fukurodani #suna x reader #tsukishima x reader #asahi x reader #bokuto x reader

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kuroosweakness · 4 years ago

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pouring rain | miya atsumu | pt. 1

summary: timeskip!atsumu: in which atsumu meets you for the first time

word count: about 1,900

a/n: my first mini fic without an established relationship :) i’d love love love to what you think of it!!

atsumu scoffs and skids his shoe across the sidewalk. small rocks fly up in the air and tumbles down back on the concrete. is he really off his game today? no, it just seems like his teammates couldn’t do their job and just score. oh no, he’s going back to the same toxic mindset he had in high school. only this time, osamu isn’t here to kick him back to his senses.

with a heavy sigh and hands deep in his pockets, atsumu reluctantly turns back towards the gym. his head hangs low as he feels people’s eyes staring at him in judgement. atsumu lifts his head to glare at them, only to find no one’s looking at him. he sighs again and slowly turns the door knob to the gym entrance. a wave of warm air hits him. he forgot how warm it is inside the gym compared to outside.

“tsum-tsum, you’re back!” bokuto exclaims, jogging over to him and giving atsumu a big pat on the back. atsumu narrows his eyes at him, trying to find some snarky remark to say but decides against it.

“yeah, i am,” he quietly says. his eyes dart around the almost empty gym. “where’d everyone go?”

“home. it’s said to rain soon and since the practice game’s over, they headed home early. it’s just hinata and i.”

right on cue, atsumu’s eyes find hinata waving at them while drinking water.

“we need a setter to practice with us-”

atsumu waves him off mid-sentence. “not today. i’m gonna head home.”

hinata dashes over and atsumu quickly puts on an even grumpier face to resist hinata’s cheery eyes.

“you usually always stay after practice,” hinata points out and starts doing high-knees in place, then arm circles.

“well, today’s different.” atsumu reaches down for his bag and slings it over his shoulder. he needs to get out of the stuffy gym as soon as possible. “see ya guys later,” he calls and pushes the gym doors open.

“see ya!” he hears bokuto and hinata call.

oh he can’t wait until he gets home. when he gets home? and then what? by ‘home,’ he means the little apartment he recently moved into that’s always cold and dark when he goes back. not a very welcoming place, especially not with today’s grey, cloudy weather.

atsumu trudges across the sidewalk and waits for the walking signal before crossing the street. a crowd of people walks towards him so he walks to the very right to avoid any contact. just four more blocks until he gets home.

the near distance is the main reason atsumu chose the apartment. the short walking distance between home and the gym is nice, especially after tedious hours of practice. what’s even better is the fact that ‘samu’s restaurant is only a couple blocks away.

oh, ‘samu! atsumu’s eyes widens as he straightens his posture. the thought of biting into a warm, delicious onigiri is enough to make his stomach growl and his mouth drool. only three more turns, he thinks, pacing his steps to avoid stepping on the sidewalk cracks. he suddenly remembers the way he’d laugh at osamu when they were children everytime osamu stepped on a sidewalk crack.

“step on a crack and break your momma’s back~” atsumu would say as he held his stomach in laughter. his laughter quickly died down when osamu calmly reminded atsumu that they have the same mom.

the skies are darkening. the clouds appears to be getting thicker. it’s only a matter of time before rain starts to pour down. good thing i beat the rain here, atsumu smiles and opens to the door to osamu’s restaurant.

as usual, he walks over to the very end of the store and settles himself on a stool. good thing no one has taken his spot. he places his bag on the empty stool next to his right gives it a small pat before hollering out for his twin’s name.

“‘samu! your favorite sibling is here~”

osamu’s figure appears behind the counters. he’s wearing a black shirt and black pants with an apron covered in flour placed over them. on top of his head is his usual black cap.

“and my least favorite sibling,” the cook chuckles before frowning at atsumu’s face. “why do you look so stupid?”

atsumu pulls back and huffs. “stupid? is this how you greet me after a long day?”

osamu’s lips slowly tugs upwards. he reaches down and dries a bowl with a grey towel. “care to tell me what happened?”

“let me have some food first.”

osamu rolls his eyes and places a plate with three beautifully wrapped onigiris on top in front of atsumu. atsumu’s eyes immediately glows as he snatches an onigiri and chomps down.

“you didn’t even wash your hands.” osamu sighs and reaches for another bowl.

“my sets weren’t so good today,” atsumu mumbles, setting his onigiri down and looking into the distance. “and so i got mad at my teammates for not scoring. they got mad at me and said that it wasn’t them, it was because of my sets. i don’t know why i’m not on top of my game like every day.”

osamu goes silent. his drying pace slows down. “...’tsumu, you haven’t taken any breaks since you joined msby. maybe you ought to slow down and take care of your health.”

to osamu’s surprise, atsumu doesn’t defend back. he just heavily sighs and takes another bite. “i guess so.”

“oh look,” osamu nods towards the nearest window. “it’s already sprinkling.”

“good thing i never remember to unpack my bag so my umbrella’s on me. gotta work smarter, not harder~ ” atsumu smirks and slowly steps out of his seat. “better get going before it rains even harder. bye ‘samu, thanks for the food.”

osamu nods. “i’ll see you later.”

atsumu slings his bag over his shoulder and heads toward the front door, only to see you also head for the door. who goes first...? atsumu awkwardly gestures toward the door. “you first.”

you take in the sight before you. a tall, muscular, blonde guy who looks ... well, a little weird. handsome? yes. also really dumb. it’s so cold today, yet he’s wearing a sleeveless top. you scoff, it’s probably because he wants to show off those arms, isn’t it?

from his frown, you realize your scoff was a little too loud. before embarrassing yourself any further, you give him a small nod and opens the door. as you step out, you leave a hand on the door to keep it open for him. he gives you a small nod as a thanks and steps out under the roof a few feet away from you.

the sound of pitter-pattering is all you hear. water droplets skids down the brown roof and plop, onto your shoes. at least it’s not pouring, you think as you pull your hood over your head, ready to dash into the rain all the way home.

as if right on cue, the swaying of the tree speeds up. the pit-pattering turns violent.

“i um, have an umbrella if you want to ... share.”

you turn to look at him in surprise. he unzips his bag and pulls out a small black foldable umbrella. with a press of a button, the umbrella opens.

“if your home is in walking distance, i can drop you off,” he says with a shrug. he places the umbrella over your head and gives you an awkward smile.

trusting a stranger to walk me home, what can possibly go wrong? you sarcastically thought. “you’re osamu’s twin, aren’t you?”

“so you’ve heard about me,” he says with a smug smile, possibly one of the most annoying smiles you’ve ever seen. annoying, because they’re hard to resist.

it’s hard not to when there are billboards with your face on them all around here. “yeah, i have. you’re... miya atsumu?”

“that’s right. and you’re ...?”

“y/n... maybe you can drop me off at a convenience store so I can buy an umbrella there and walk the rest of the way home. where i live is pretty far away...” it’s not that you believe he’ll murder you, but that he’ll have to walk all that distance and back just to drop you off. you can’t have a stranger go all that way for you.

“are ya sure? the umbrellas in convenience stores are always expensive. i’m not looking forward to heading home anyways so don’t worry about me.”

... “well, okay. my apartment’s across from ‘hug a mug’ cafe, if you know where that is.”

to your surprise, atsumu chuckles. “yeah i know where that is. i can’t but laugh everytime i hear their name.”

“it’s cute,” you defend. “you know, like getting a warm, toasty hug along with a cup of coffee.”

atsumu blinks at you and appears to what you said into thought. “i guess i should go to ‘hug a mug’ more often then, shouldn’t i?” he steps out into the rain and waits until you step under the umbrella to start walking.

“yeah, you should. business has been slow for them lately. every time i go, there are barely any customers.” you look at to avoid stepping in puddles, and to avoid walking too close to him. every time you inch a bit further from him, he just seems to center the umbrella with wherever your head is.

“i should recommend ‘hug a mug’ to my teammates then. i’ll have to go try it out first, of course, just to make sure i’m not recommending anything bad,” he chuckles along his last lines.

“...atsumu, your shoulder.”

“my what?” he whips his head in your direction.

“you’re not covering your shoulder,” you point out. water’s running down his right arm.

“it’s fine,” he replies, and leans back to peek at your shoulder to make sure it’s not like his. “osamu and i used jump in puddles and compete with each other to see who could make the biggest splash. whenever i made a big splash, osamu would pretend he didn’t see it.”

you softly laugh under your breath. the puddles ahead of you are quite tempting. but you know better not to jump in, for the possibility of splashing on his shoes and pants. who knows how much his shoes might cost? he’s a professional volleyball player, afterall.

“just one more turn, right?” atsumu asks. “oh look, the rain has slowed down.”

little droplets of water slides off the black umbrella in front of you. “yeah, you can drop me off here, i’ll walk the rest of way since it’s barely raining anymore-”

he huffs. “drop you off at a random corner? and what happens if it starts pouring again?”

... with a few more steps, you spot hug a mug across from the street and points it out to him. “see? we’re here. my apartment is just on the second floor. i’ll get going now, thanks for sharing your umbrella...” you give him a small wave before speed-walking up the stairs to your apartment.

halting in mid-step, you turn to see if he’s still there, only to see a bare sidewalk with water running down the drains. he must’ve left already.

as you unlock the door to your home, atsumu’s walking back home with a stupid grin spread across his face, finally letting out the breath he’s been holding in since he left his brother’s restaurant. if only if he had walked slower, then maybe the conversation with you would’ve lasted longer.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu x gender neutral reader

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kagedaddy · 4 years ago

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confession - haikyuu!

Warnings: none

boyfriend scenarios [4] [masterlist]

valetines is coming up! stay tuned for a surprise hehe!

miya atsumu

You were in a pickle, it was meant to be fake but you’ve found yourself catching real feelings for the faux blonde setter, your heart fluttered every time you hangout and good butterflies fill your stomach whenever he calls you pet names. Even though you knew it was all an act.

Why did you fall for the obnoxious and arrogant but charming twin?

So you had decide to avoid the male until you could sort out these stupid feelings, everytjme you saw him you would run to the other direction and every time he invited you, you were quick to make an excuse.

You have been avoiding Atsumu for two days now and you’re pretty sure he’s caught on. He’s been trying to get you alone but you had managed to escape him everytime except right now.

“You can’t avoid me forever (last name)-chan. What’s going on, did I do something wrong?”he had a genuinely troubled look on his handsome face and you almost felt guilty but you couldn’t cave in.

He corners you in the halls, your back pressed against the cold concrete effectively trapping you. “I’m not avoiding you.”the male looks at you doubtfully, you look away from his piercing gaze, he takes your chin angling you up, so you’re staring right into his chocolate orbs.

“But you are though, what’s wrong?”his voice was gentle and you melt into his hold,“Miya we should stop this fake dating thing.”tears prick on the corner of your eyes but you refuse to let them fall, as much as you didn’t want it to end you needed it to.

“Why?”

“Because. As much as I hate to admit it, I caught feelings for you. I actually like you and I can’t handle this fake dating anymore.”you spin on your heel cheeks flaming from frustration and embarrassment, you didn't know if he was going to tease you.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who caught feelings.”his arms find themselves around, capturing you in a warm embrace. Your face is even more red and you in turn wrap your arms around him, his lips press to your forehead, giving you a bubbly feeling inside.

“Let’s end this fake dating thing. So we can date for real.”

miya osamu

A group of girls were gathered by where your locker was located, you huff in annoyance as you try to push through towards your locker but they weren’t having it. “Can you get out of my way, this is my locker!”you cross your arms, narrowing your eyes to glare at them.

They thankfully move out of the way, giving way for you to pass but instead of your locker you’re met with the large build of Miya Osamu. “Miya-san?”you wondered why he was at your lockers when his was at the opposite end.

“I practiced making (favourite dish) and made too much, so I made a spare bento for you to taste.”he hands you over a bento, you can’t help the small smile grace your face as you the take neatly wrapped bunny print furoshiki.

You could feel the jealousy from the crowd and you feel embarrassed taking the bento, he flashes you a smile before heading off. The girls stay crowded and you quickly take your things and leave.

“Nee (last name) why are you so close to Osamu?”One of your classmates eye the bento on your table, leaning over your shoulder as you open the bento. You start to feel slightly uncomfortable, she was practically breathing down you shoulder.

A folded note was placed on top of the chopsticks your classmate stares at it with curiosity hand reaching over to grab but you thankfully take it before she does.

“If you’ll excuse me I’ll be having lunch.”you politely dismiss her, she throws you an ugly glare before leaving. You unfold the note and you’re amazed by his neat handwriting but your face becomes flushed from reading the words.

‘I made this cause I know yah like it but also because I like you.’

Miya Osamu likes you? You read the note over and over, eyes not believing but it was actually there. You think about it the whole day, head flooded with the thought of Osamu, did you like him back? You’ll just talk to him later.

You just got out of your club, quickly bidding your club mates goodbye you dash for the volleyball gym in hopes to catch the grey haired twin. Sighing in relief to see the volleyball club just about to end, you sit yourself on one of the benches outside.

The players pile out of the gym,”Oi Samu isn’t that the girl who came to our house?”his blonde counterpart points at your figure and the grey haired outside hitter jogs to your direction until he stood infront of you.

His tall build towering over you making you feel tiny,“Miya Osamu I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”you looked up to the male and a teasing smile plays on your lips, his hair covers his eyes but his cheeks glow a bright shade of red before he huffs a reply.

“So what do yah say?”

“Well since you made my favourite food, how can I not like you back?”you take the male by surprise throwing you arms around him in a hug, whispering into his chest,”I like you too.” You can hear his teammates holler and tease the poor outside hitter before he turns to them sticking out his tongue.

“Tsumu I got a girl before you!”

hiiya! i’m better today, starting a journal but i’m not really sure what i’m meant to put in it, if yah guys have any advice shoot me a message. anyways i liked writing today’s update i hope you did too, if you did please leave a like and comment. drop by my twitch and give me a follow, have a great day guys. jaa mata!

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rocorambles · 5 years ago

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The Time Godzilla Was a Wingman

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Female Reader

Genre: NSFW, Fluff, Smut

Summary: A shared love for Godzilla brings the two of you together, but neither of you realize just how close you’ll end up being OR two nerds fall in love

Warnings: Attempted Rape/Non-Con

Your body is vibrating with excitement despite it being 10am on a Sunday morning. Usually you would be still dead to the world at this time on any other weekend, but today isn’t any ordinary day. The nearby movie theater is playing a rerun of an old Godzilla movie and the nerd in you immediately bought tickets when they were released. Unfortunately, none of your friends were interested in waking up before noon to see an old monster film, so you make the trek by yourself. Once you arrive at the theater, you step in line for food and drinks. You’re debating what beverage you want to get with your popcorn when you see a familiar spiky head in front of you. “Iwaizumi-san?” The taller figure turns around at his name and, although surprised to see you, he politely greets you.

There’s an awkward pause after that. Both of you are in the same class and you’ve seen each other around school, but you haven’t ever really spoken to each other. You’re thinking of how to continue the small talk when you notice Iwaizumi is looking down at your hoodie and you blush. Like a true dork, you’d decided to wear your favorite pale pink Godzilla hoodie and you want to sink into the ground. This is not how you wanted one of the most attractive guys in your class to see you outside of school. You quickly drop your gaze down to hide the red decorating your cheeks when you see similar Godzilla graphics on the black long sleeved shirt Iwaizumi is wearing.

All of a sudden any nervousness dissipates and your eyes sparkle as you grin at the ace. “Are you here to see the Godzilla movie too?” Iwaizumi is slightly taken aback by your sudden change in attitude, but at the mention of his favorite character and the sight of your animated face, he also grins and nods. You both start exchanging favorite Godzilla movies, favorite enemies, favorite parts of each movie...the conversation is continuing at a rapid pace when both of you reach the front of the line. Iwaizumi asks if you want to share a popcorn and you agree as you split the cost and rush over to get good seats for the movie. The theater is relatively empty and you both settle down next to each other, still continuing your monster-filled conversation until the movie begins.

The credits roll and if it’s possible, the two of you are even more impassioned than when the movie first began as you make your way out of the theater, breaking down the details of the film piece by piece. There’s a slight lull in your conversation as you two stand outside the theater. You don’t want to stop discussing the film with Iwaizumi, but you also don’t want to keep him for too long. You’re about to bid farewell when Iwaizumi breaks the silence first. “If you’re not busy, do you want to continue this conversation at the cafe around the corner?” You beam as you enthusiastically agree and the both of you continue to chatter over cups of coffee and sandwiches. The topics widen from just the film and you begin to learn more about each other, enjoying the company of the other. Time flies by and your hangout comes to an end as Iwaizumi realizes what time it is and tells you he needs to go to practice. You continue your dialogue as he walks you home and when he drops you off in front of your house, Iwaizumi asks if you’d want to watch other monster or Godzilla movies together in the future and you gleefully accept the offer.

Just like that, a surprising but close friendship begins. It starts off with just movie hangouts, but soon enough the two of you are studying together, eating lunch together, and walking to school together. Being around Iwaizumi so much means that you also get to know Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa and as you become closer with the group, you internally chide yourself for ever being intimidated by the group of silly boys. Little do you know that when you’re not around and it’s just the four of them in the locker room, Oikawa and the Makki Mattsun duo are relentlessly teasing, but also scolding Iwaizumi for not making a move on you yet.

“Iwa-chan! It’s so obvious you like her and you’re not going to find another girl that likes Godzilla as much as you. You better lock her down before someone else snatches her away.”

“Shut up, Shittykawa!”

“He’s right, Iwaizumi. Y/N is really attractive. I’m pretty sure I saw her get confessed to today. If you’re too slow, she really will be taken and who else is going to put up with your gorilla like attitude?”

Iwaizumi spikes a volleyball at Mattsun’s head. “We’re just good friends,” says the sharp-eyed ace. He glares at Makki as the chestnut-haired boy scoffs at his words, but the teasing comes to a halt as their coach shouts at them to get back on the court.

A few weeks later, you go to cheer on Iwaizumi at his volleyball match. You had seen a few of the Aoba Johsai volleyball matches before you became friends with Iwaizumi. Which girl in your school hadn’t? You’d gone with your girl friends and you can’t deny that you had enjoyed watching the athletic toned figures move on the court. But after getting closer to Iwaizumi, you find your eyes drawn only to the ace and you can’t seem to look away from his toned arms, the passion in his eyes, and the sweat that drips down his neck past his collarbone....You shake your head clear of the increasingly indecent thoughts as you focus on the game and you cheer loudly with the rest of your classmates when the boys take home another win. You happily hum to yourself as you make your way to the locker room where you’d already agreed to meet Iwaizumi after the match, but your movements are forcefully stopped by a firm grip on your wrist.

Confused, you turn expecting to see one of your friends when an unfamiliar face greets you instead. It’s a much taller boy wearing the jersey of the team that Aoba Johsai had just beat and your heart begins to race. You try to jerk your hand away from him, but his grip only tightens and you wince at the vice-like hold. “Get off me, asshole!” You glower at him as you quickly scan the area to see if anyone’s around, but the stadium has pretty much cleared out aside from the players who are still washing up in their locker rooms. Panic spreads within you and you begin to desperately fight back to escape the aggressive stranger, but he uses his much stronger frame to slam you against the wall and you are momentarily stunned by the impact. Your head is throbbing and you begin to cough as he begins to squeeze your throat with one of his hands. “I heard you’re dating Seijoh’s ace. It pisses me off that he won the match and gets to go home to his pretty little girlfriend. I’m going to show him what losing feels like.” Black spots are beginning to cloud your vision as you fight to breathe, but you feel disgustingly wet lips slobbering down your face and tears leak out of your eyes at the feel of a rough hand sneaking under your shirt, brushing the bottom of your breasts. With the little air that you do have, you instinctively call for Iwaizumi, but it comes out little louder than a whisper and your assaulter cruelly laughs. “Your boyfriend isn’t coming for you, bitch. So just try to enjoy this or it’s going to be really unpleasant for you.”

Just as his hand begins to fully grope one of your breasts, his body is thrown off of you and you gasp for breath. Still a little dazed, you frantically try to figure out what is happening and relief rushes through you when you see a familiar tanned figure standing protectively in front of you. You reach out to him, but pause at the rage you can almost feel rolling off of him. You’ve seen him irritated, especially when Oikawa is involved, but this is a different level of pure unadulterated anger that makes you shiver. He starts storming over to the body of your assaulter and it’s the raising of his arms that spurs you into action as you fling yourself around his back. “No, Iwaizumi! You’ll get in trouble or even suspended. They might not let you play volleyball anymore if you hit him.” A few seconds pass before the tension leaves Iwaizumi and he’s gathering you into his arms. He gives one last look at your attacker and tells him he better not get anywhere near you again, before he carries you away to the now empty Aoba Johsai locker room.

He seats you on a metal bench and kneels on the floor in front of you as he examines the bruises around your neck and quickly checks the rest of your body to make sure nothing else is injured. Satisfied that you’re otherwise fine, he wraps his arms around your waist and lays his spiky head in your lap as he begins to sniffle. Alarmed, you stroke your hand in his hair, coaxing his head up to look at you and you try to comfort him as you see tears begin to well in his eyes. “Hey, I’m the one who should be crying! Please don’t cry. You saved me, Iwaizumi. I’m safe because of you.” “But you almost weren’t.” “What almost happened doesn’t matter. It’s what actually happened that counts and I believe I owe you a thank you. You want to come over and marathon some Godzilla movies?” Iwaizumi smiles up at you and you both spend the rest of that night in front of your TV, laughing and talking while Iwaizumi presses an ice pack to your injured neck.

Both of you are just as close after the incident, but the dynamic has shifted. You find yourself stammering and blushing everytime Iwaizumi’s body accidentally brushes against yours and you remember how when you were being touched intimately by your attacker, all you could think about was how you wished the person performing the actions was Iwaizumi instead. Iwaizumi can feel his heart fluttering when he feels the warmth of your body near him and he remembers how a possessive rage had filled him at the sight of another boy touching you and how he wanted to be the only one to hold you like that. But your feelings for each other remain hidden until one day Iwaizumi is asking you to go to another movie with him and you agree as you always do. However this time Iwaizumi pauses and says, “I want to go to the movie on an official date with you. Not just as two friends.” Your smile threatens to break your face with how wide it is as you lean in to kiss him on the cheek and that’s how the two of you begin dating.

This is the first relationship for both of you and you both approach it tentatively. Emotionally and mentally, nothing has really changed, but it’s the physical aspect that leaves both of you a little hesitant. Months pass and you never go pass a slightly heated make out session. You begin to feel a little self-conscious and wonder if Iwaizumi doesn’t find you attractive enough to take it further. Iwaizumi on the other hand is smitten with you, but he knows how special sex can be for girls, especially if it’s their first time, and he doesn’t want to push you past your comfort zone. The two of you dance around the topic and never directly address it as you continue to hold hands and sweetly kiss each other. But a long conversation with your girl friends and their encouragement for you to take the initiative if you’re ready emboldens you. Iwaizumi is supposed to come over to your place this weekend to hang out and you’d timed it perfectly with your parent’s business trip, leaving the two of you alone in the house. You slip on the black long sleeved Godzilla shirt Iwaizumi had worn the first time you guys had ever hung out and take a deep breath before mustering the courage to slide your panties off, leaving you completely bare underneath your boyfriend’s shirt. Satisfied with the way you look, you wait.

Iwaizumi knocks on your door, holding a bag of snacks which he promptly drops on the floor as he stares slack jawed at you. You quickly grab his wrist and drag him inside, locking the door behind him before shyly playing with your hair, unsure of what Iwaizumi thinks about your outfit. Iwaizumi drinks in the sight of you in his shirt. His eyes take in how the neck opening is far too large for you and reveals your collarbone and a sliver of your shoulder. They trail down to the way your hands swim in sleeves made for much longer arms than yours. And finally they land on the way your legs are fully on display for him as you clutch the hem of his shirt to keep your most intimate part covered. He can already begin to feel arousal flickering inside of him, but he gently grasps your jaw, tilting your head to look at him. “Babe, I need you to tell me exactly what you want. I want to make sure you’re completely sure about this.” He sees a hint of nervousness in your gaze, but it’s mixed with determination as you move forward until you’re chest to chest with Iwaizumi. He bites back a groan at the feel of pebbled nipples rubbing against his torso. “I want you to take my virginity and then after that I want you to keep on making love to me and fucking me, Iwaizumi.” Reassured by your confirmation, he leans down to lovingly kiss you before holding out his arms and growling, “jump”. You leap into his arms and with your arms interlocked behind his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist, you continue locking lips with him as he brings you both to your bedroom.

Iwaizumi gently lays you down on your bed and hovers over you. Your breath catches at the hungry look in his eyes as he stares at you like he wants to devour you. He roughly catches your lips with his, nipping at your bottom lip until your mouth opens and his tongue is tangling with yours. You squirm in his hold. You’ve made out before, but the intensity of this is new and your heart races as your nails dig into strong shoulders to anchor yourself. He pulls away, a thin trail of saliva connecting the two of you before he continues his attack on your neck leaving a trail of mottled purple down the column of your neck. You cry out from the intensity and the slight pain, but you can feel a burning desire building within you at the thought of Iwaizumi painting you like a canvas and marking you for everyone to know who you belong to.

As he continues sucking and biting your sensitive neck, his hands begin to lift up the shirt you’re wearing, but his brows furrow when he feels nothing underneath. He stops his ministrations to look down and growls at the sight of you completely naked, no bra or panties, and his cock twitches at how vulnerable you look sprawled before him, while he’s still completely clothed. He practically rips the shirt off of you in his haste to have your body completely on show for him and sits back on his heels, drinking in the view of you. No one has ever seen you naked before and your self-consciousness has you attempting to cover your breasts and pussy as much as you can with your hands, but strong hands stop you from moving. “Don’t hide from me, baby. You’re beautiful.” You nervously look into Iwaizumi’s eyes and your heart soars at the love you see shining in his eyes.

He worships your body and you writhe underneath him as he leaves no inch of your skin untouched. Fingers graze you, his tongue, lips, and teeth trace across every inch of skin they reach and a fire is raging inside of you. Iwaizumi takes one of your hardened nipples into his mouth and sucks while fingers fondle the other nipple and you moan. “Fuck, baby, you sound so good. Keep on making sounds for me. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” The room fills with your incessant moans and the wet sounds of Iwaizumi lathering all his attention on your fleshy mounds. You’re so distracted by what’s happening that you don’t notice a rough hand beginning to descend further down your body until you keen as a long digit slides into your dripping hole and begins to gently thrust in and out of you. You’ve never had anything inside of you before and you lose yourself in the foreign pleasure. Broken pleas for more spill from your lips and Iwaizumi slips another finger into you, curling his fingers as he continues his in and out motions. When he enters a third finger, your eyes shoot open and your mouth falls open when he brushes against something inside of you. Iwaizumi smirks as he relentlessly teases that spot over and over again until you see stars and your walls quiver around him, clutching his fingers so tightly as if they want to forever be filled by them. He gently continues toying with your now sopping cunt until you shiver and softly push his arms away. Completely removing his hand from you, he hovers over you again to affectionately kiss you before finally stripping off his own clothes.

You’ve seen Iwaizumi shirtless before and you appreciatively eye the veins running down your boyfriend’s toned arms as he removes his shirt and you subconsciously lick your lips at the sight of his tanned torso, but your mouth goes dry and your pussy clenches at the sight of his pre-cum glazed cock that’s revealed when he removes his boxers. Your lower mouth throbs with a desire to be stuffed full, but you nervously bite your lips wondering if something so big can really fit inside you. Sensing the slight change in your mood, Iwaizumi hovers over you, stroking your face. “I’m going to take it slow. But I need you to let me know if you want me to take it even slower or completely stop, okay?” You nod and he moves to slide on a condom before repositioning himself until you feel the tip of his hard length prodding where you want it most. He slowly pushes in, stopping every inch or so while attentively rubbing your pulsing clit and flicking one of your nipples with his tongue to distract you from the discomfort. It’s a tight fit and you feel more stretched than you ever have, but with Iwaizumi’s steady pace and his pleasurable distractions, you’re soon letting out broken whines as you tighten around his cock, milking him for more. He finally bottoms out inside of you and you both groan at how perfectly you fit together. It’s like you were made to take him and only him. “Can I move, Y/N?” You frantically nod your head and let out a high-pitched scream as he almost fully pulls out before ramming himself all the way back into you. You hardly recognize your own voice as you claw at Iwaizumi’s back as he pounds into you. A lewd symphony fills your room as his balls slap against you, your pussy squelches with every movement of Iwaizumi’s hips, he grunts and heavily pants, and you let out a beautiful vocal scale of “more, harder, faster”. But the performance is nearing an end and you finish first, your back bending into a curve you didn’t know was possible before you slump back down to the bed, exhausted. Iwaizumi isn’t far behind and with just a few more desperate thrusts, he harshly grips your hips and buries himself as deep as he can go into your spasming heat and cums.

You both lay there for a bit. Iwaizumi has rolled you both onto your sides so he can cradle you in his arms and stroke your back and hair as he softly praises you. You nuzzle into his comforting warmth and smile fondly into green eyes. “Hajime, I’m glad you were my first. Thank you for taking care of me.” Flustered by your use of his first name, Iwaizumi stills for a second before he’s pulling you even tighter into him, a toothy grin overtaking his face and you both continue to lay there, feeling whole in each other’s arms.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu fic #haikyuu writing #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #aoba johsai #haikyuu x reader

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stargaze-issei · 4 years ago

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ᴅᴀʏ 𝟼; ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ

-> tsukishima kei.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; same tattoo, shared dreams, soulmates!au.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; none.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1.8k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; fluff.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; the way i want to make a series out of everything in this challenge sigh.

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"what does it mean, tsukki?" yamaguchi asked by his side, looking with curiosity the needle leaving marks on his friend's skin.

tsukishima wanted to get a tattoo through his complete adolescence, his parents never allowed it, not until he could pay it by himself, at least. and there he was, eighteen years old, watching in amazement how one of his few dreams became true. being honest, he wasn't sure what it meant, but he had dreamed about those numbers a lot. since he was thirteen, the same number appeared not only in his dreams, but was everywhere else too, everytime he checked the hour, the number of his locker, even his volleyball shirt. of course it took him a while to figure it out, but once he saw it, he couldn't stop. it became his luck number.

"are you sure you just want that?" the artist wondered for the third time.

"yeah, it's important to me" the smile on tsukishima's face was completely different to all the others yamaguchi had seen since they knew each other.

*.✧☆ﾟ.*･｡✧*⊰⊹ฺ

"please, come see me play, you're always busy!" your friend, koganegawa, could be a pain in the ass if he wanted to. he could be one withouth wanting too. your job as an assistant teacher kept you occupied half of the day, add the hours at college and how much you had to study, to say it was hard to make room in your life was an understatement. which was why you never went to kogane's games after highschool.

"i told you i can't! i have... work"

"you don't work at nights, idiot! come see me play" he was so annoyingly persistent, that you had to accept, earning a excited hug from him.

after he left your appartment, only because you made him, you let yourself drop onto the couch, sighing. in fact, you were tired, but going to see kogane, one of your only friends, was something you could do. he was always so supportive, in his own unique way, it was the least you could do for him. you scratched your collarbone, unconciously going over your tattoo with your fingers, like checking if it was still there. somehow, that piece of inked skin gave you strengths when you felt like you were at your limit. the memory of a well known dream came to your mind, making you giggle.

*.✧☆ﾟ.*･｡✧*⊰⊹ฺ

you knew koganegawa's team was a professional team, but you never expected them to have a cheering squad, and local tv cameras and periodists focusing on them. it was your first time at the gym where they were playing, a little anxiety growing in your chest not knowing where to go. you tried calling him to help you, but all you got was a text saying he had sent somebody to your rescue.

"hi, are you kogane-kun's friend?" said a short blonde girl, touching your shoulder. she seemed really kind, making you feel more comfortable instantly.

you mumbled a positive respond, and she quickly grabbed your hand to take you to the bleachers like she knew the place by hand. she introduced herself as yachi hitoka, and said the game was about to start. she was also a friend of one of the players, but met some others, like koga, in highschool.

in the exact moment that you and yachi sat, the starting whistle blowed, starting with the power serve of a bleached haired guy.

yachi guide you through the game, explaining the basics to you, but you couldn't take your eyes off of the blond man with glasses, he looked so familiar, though you were sure it was the first time you saw him. he intrigued you, a lot. you were too shy to ask yachi for his name, hoping to catch it on through the speakers at some point, or trying to remember if kogane had said something about him. the game went on, points were made by everyone, and every single one the setter did, he looked at you, searching for a reassurance smile.

when it finished, a crushing victory from the frogs, you and your new friend went to wait for them outside of the compound, yachi felt the need to warn you before you met everyone.

"see, kyoutani can be a little... intense, some times, but he's really nice, and tsuk-"

"y/n! did you see me!? did you see my points!? we were so great!" she was interrupted by an overly excited koganegawa walking towards you, along with two ther blondes. your cheeks burned at the sight of whom you had glared so hard just minutes ago, wondering if he had noticed. his face was buried on his phone, too busy to look up, disappointing you a little.

"i saw you, dumbface, that's what i came to do" he pouted at your fake insult, proceeding to shout to kyoutani by his side how awesome you were for going to his game. you introduced yourself, one of they boys said to be kyoutani kentaro, the one of your interest didnt't even reply.

tsukishima had heard your voice many times before, but for the first time, he was awake. his eyes opened wide, a soft hum of confusion left his mout. it couldn't be you, you were just a made up person from his dreams, someone who he had never seen, less say heard talking, to recognize that fast. although it was you. those eyes, that voice, that hair, it was you. he had dreamed about you for so long, in his mind, at the beginning you were his same age, growing up as he did. you were exactly like that woman.

"...tsukki!" he came back to earth thanks to kogane, who was frenetically moving him from his shoulders trying to get his attention.

"get off" was all tsukishima answered.

"where's yamaguchi?" asked yachi. you didn't know what they were talking about, but you had witnessed the glasses boy, whom's name appears to be tsukki, go through a complete life crisis in the last minute.

"he's joining us at the restaurant" he said, starting to walk away by his own, followed by kyoutani and yachi, later by kogane pulling you from your arm to walk.

yachi and koga talked enough to fill the uncomfortable aire in the table once everybody ordered. a man named yamaguchi arrived a few minutes earlier, still in office clothes. he congratulated the guys on their victory and greeted you nicely, presenting himself as "tsukki's friend".

the minutes became hours, everyone, except you and tsukki, was drunk, even kyoutani had that red color on his cheeks because of the alcohol. yachi, who had stated that she was just a little tipsy, sober up when she saw how late it was.

"i have to work tomorrow! we all have to! oh go, i can't believe i let kogane- tsukishima, could you please take y/n home while i get these three an uber?" despite being so small, the girl seemed to be completely in charge of everything, probably because of her years as manager in highschool, you thought.

"are you sure you don't need help with them?" you asked, a bit curious about how was she going to handle two giants and a man with rabies by herself.

"don't worry, i've been doing this since highschool, i'm more worried about you arriving safe"

"i'll take her, you stay at yamaguchi's and text me when you're there" intervined tsukishima, he had been quiet most of the night, even though he couldn't look less interested in being there, he still refused to leave. sometimes, he would stare at you when you weren't paying attention, without knowing that you actually felt his look on you. the girl agreed to his proposal, kissing your cheek goodbye and giving her friend a small hug before you took your things and got out of the place, followed by the tall man.

the walk was silence after you told him you lived near enough to walk, him just nodding to your words. you didn't feel uncomfortable, though, and you wanted to believe neither did he. both of you were at a really short distance, and he didn't seem to care, but you smell of strawberry shortcake coming out of him. you giggled, thinking how funny it was that such an intimidating guy smelled like cake. tsukishima glared at you, disconcerted by your sudden laugh at no apparent reason.

"i used to go to this coffee house in highschool, they had the best strawberry cake i have ever eaten" your random fact caught tsukishima off guard, because he went to a coffee house with a really good strawberry cake since highschool too. he stayed silence, affraid to keep finding more shared details betweent the two of you. "i mean, don't think i talk about cake when- you smell like- i'm sorry" had you just made the situation hundred times worse? yes, you had.

the rest of the walk was as silent as the first half, now, tsukishima was uncomfortable, so much that you could tell, but still, he choose to stay close to you instead of making distance. despite being a autumn night, you felt hot, your multiples layers of clothing were now making you sweat. without giving it much thought, you took off your jacket and sweater, leaving at sight you tattoo in you collarbone. tsukki tried, he really did, to not look at you, stripping like it was nothing, so when he did, and saw his exact same tattoo in your body, he stopped walking. his jaw barely hit the floor, you could swear he saw a ghost.

"are you okay? d-do you...? what are you doing?" he got over his shocked, and in a light of boldness, he started to take off his coat and sweater, not only that, but lifting his shirt until you could see his nipple and ribs. it was then when you saw it too, your tatto, the exact same details, were on his skin, like it was printed of the same printer. you hadn't chose a design from an artist, you drew one on your own, wanting to be the only of its kind, yet, there you were.

like someone had opened a door in your mind, memories of lost dreams came back, you remembered from where tsukishima seemed so familiar. that damned dream you had for years, of him, who you thought was a creation from your subconscious, was now standing right in front of you, in flesh and bones. not you nor tsukishima knew how to react, maybe, fearing that the other would run away. a strange urge to cry invaded you, and for some reason, a intense desire to feel the blonde closer.

"i want to take you on a date, if that's okay with you"

"yes" you said not a second late, almost begging him to be with you from that day to your last.

"and i wanna kiss you right now" he didn't even let you answered before jumping to your lips, leaning a bit. you sighed in the middle of the kiss, relieved to feel him and his warm arms around you, your lips moving at synch.

his lips tasted like strawberry too.

⌙ 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🥳

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somethinginthethunder · 4 years ago

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walks in the rain [tsukishima kei x reader]

Author’s Note: Yes, it is me. I was formerly known as lookuptotheskiesandsee, but decided to have a do-over since I wasn’t really that into the classic rock fandom anymore. Anyway, here’s my very first Haikyuu fic. If I have anything wrong in here, whether it be with grammar or anything else, please tell me! I’m super new to this :’)

Also, this is totally going to flop anyway, but shares and feedback are appreciated! I know this isn’t a totally amazing fic or something that really gets the heart beating. It’s more lowkey and has a more slice-of-life feeling, but I promise this isn’t the best I have hfhihiwqhdowejd.

Word Count: 1,818

Summary: you’ve forgotten your umbrella, so tsukishima offers to walk with you with his own. along the way home, you reminisce about before.

Warnings?: my trash writing, but none other than that!

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The squeaking of shoes and hitting of volleyballs filled the court. You waited patiently beside Yachi and Kiyoko, with the former watching starry-eyed at the group of boys. Smiling fondly, you looked back into the court.

The team had just finished the last practice set, all of them who participated panting heavily as they celebrated their win (well, half of them, at least).

Ukai clapped his hands together, getting the attention of the players.

“Right! Next practice, same thing. Now,” he continued, “I’ll be taking my leave. I’ve got a shift to cover. Besides, it’s getting late. Clean up quick, yeah?”

“Yes, Coach!” some shouted in response, adrenaline still pumping through their veins.

With some last goodbyes, Ukai left the gym. And with that, the cleanup started.

It had started out normally, all as usual. That was, until the rainclouds pulled in. This wasn’t unusual or anything, but it was inconvenient, of course, since most students walked home from school, including the Kasasuno team. Two volleyballs were in your arms when you stopped to look outside. Turning your head to the rest of the gym, you looked to see just about everything finished up.

“Ah, I can finish up around here this time, guys. You can all get home before the rain starts pouring too hard,” you offered kindly. Sure, you don’t do this everytime, but every once in a while it would be nice to do something for them, since they already work so hard on playing.

Daichi stopped in his tracks for a moment, seemingly surprised at your offer.

“There’s not much more to do, you really don’t have to,” he said, offering a smile in response.

“I know, but it’ll start raining real soon, and it’s best if you guys get a head start, right?” you explained. “Besides, I know where everything goes, I’ll be fine.”

“Y/n-”

“It’s fine, Daichi-san. Really, all of you,” you reassured him.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes, but your sure look made him give in. Sighing, with a smile on his face. “Alright. Everyone finish what you’re doing and we’ll go.”

A few minutes later, it seemed everyone had gone home.

That was until you finished closing.

Once you locked the doors you turned your head only to see Tsukishima standing there, his headphones on and leaning against the wall.

“Tsukki, what are you doing? The rain’s already started,” you murmured, slinging your bag across your shoulder.

He took off his headphonse and tilted his head toward you. “You think I haven’t noticed? Knowing you, you probably forgot your umbrella today.”

“I-” your cheeks flushed at the statement. He was right, actually.

Of course he was.

At this he began to chuckle, with that goddamn smirk on his face. It was embarrassing, really, and Tsukishima knew that. Turning his gaze away from you, he opened his umbrella and started to walk off. For a moment, you stared after him, your cheeks hot and chest tightening.

When he realized you weren’t following, he looked back at you with an expectant look on his face.

“Well? Are you coming? Or would you rather walk in the rain to get home? ‘Cause I’ll leave you here,” he questioned teasingly.

You perked at his statement. “H-Hey! That wouldn’t be very nice, now would it?” you objected, running after him.

“And you take me as the nice guy?”

“Not the point!” you pouted, standing by his side as the rain hit the umbrella. The height difference was nice, especially since it was an excuse to have someone else hold the umbrella instead of you. Especially if it was Tsukki.

Besides Yamaguchi, you were probably the only one who he’d consider a close friend (though he’d never admit it). You were neighbors, but only became friends in middleschool. At first, you had thought of the blonde as just a mean kid, but as you got to know him, you realized that he was actually… really cool.

In fact, you even began to develop feelings for him.

Though, you had never said it out loud. That would’ve made it too real. You didn’t want that. He was your friend, nothing else. There was no way he could feel the same, right? He treated you just like everyone else.

Except he didn’t. And everyone but you seemed to see that. By this time, the whole team saw how you pined for each other (though it took Hinata and Kageyama a little longer to notice). And it was frustrating to the whole team.

“Oi, why’re you so quiet all of a sudden?”

His voice snapped you out of your trance. You blinked up at him.

“No reason. Why?” you questioned, stopping at the crosswalk to wait for the cars to finish passing.

“You usually talk too much for your own good. What, are you finally using that brain of yours to think?” he said, his gaze flickering to you for just a fraction of a second before he started walking across the street.

Considering he took long strides because of his taller stature, you had to jog to get back next to him while answering.

“Hey, maybe I’m not as smart as you, but at least I’m smarter than Hinata and Kageyama!” you whined.

He scoffed at your reasoning. “That’s not saying much. Even if they were combined.”

You paused for a moment before bursting into a laugh, patting his back. “You’re so mean, Tsukki! They’re just too enticed with volleyball, is all.”

Your words seemed to make him grimace a little. As your laughs died down you finally answered him properly.

“Just thinking about us when we were in middleschool,” you murmured, watching your breath show up in the air.

“Middleschool?” he questioned, shoving his other hand in his pocket at the mention of it.

“Mm!” you confirmed. “I used to think you were just this salty, mean guy. I mean, you still are,” you laughed. “But there’s way more to you now, I know.”

“Oh?” Tsukki said, trying to hide the real curiosity in his voice.

“Yeah,” you nodded. Looking up at what parts you could see of the sky, you continued. “When we were just neighbors and classmates, I found you really intimidating. Not just because of your height, but how you handled things. You were smart, yeah, a little snarky, but also a bit rude. I never thought I’d be friends with you, or that you’d want to… be friends with me.’

This didn’t change his pace or his face. The both of you kept walking.

“But when I saw you making fun of Yamaguchi’s bullies, it completely crushed the idea of you that I thought was right. And when we started hanging out, I finally saw you.”

You had missed it, but his face began to change.

“You’re real. You’re really intelligent, really nice, though I know you won’t believe, and really talented, too. I know you’re afraid to show passion for something that might crush you in the end, but I think you’ve got great potential. You’ve just changed so much from the first time I’ve seen you, but I know that’s only on the outside. I know, though, that the boy from before is still in there.” A pause. “But if I were to describe you with one word, it would be…”

You turned to face him, finally making eye contact with the tall blonde.

“Cool.”

His eyes widened at your words. You hadn’t expected him to react in any way, so his surprise made you think back on your words.

“Ah, sorry, sorry!” you apologized, bringing your hands up. “I know you don’t like that kind of thing, but… I just thought you should know.”

Again, the heat began to rise in your cheeks. Way to go, Y/n.

He didn’t respond, just staring you down with his cold eyes. Yet, they didn’t seem to hold the same emotion as they usually did. Perhaps you were just imagining it.

“Tch,” was all he said before he continued walking, facing forward once more.

There wasn’t any conversation after that. When you both arrived at your home, you turned and thanked him.

“Thanks for walking me, Tsukki. You didn’t have to,” you acknowledged gratefully.

“I know,” he nodded back.

There was a tense moment of silence before you turned, coughing awkwardly as you walked up the steps to your door.

“Oi, Y/n.”

Surprised, you turned your head to look at your friend.

His mouth was parted, as if he were hesitating.

“...yes?” you asked curiously, hand resting on the doorframe.

“Let’s go somewhere after school tomorrow,” he managed nonchalantly.

“Like- Like a hangout?” you murmured, wondering if this was what you hoped it would be.

“No,” he answered. “Like a date.”

It felt like your heart leaped out of your chest. All you could feel in that moment was shock. Him? Tsukishima Kei? Wanted to go on a date with you? Even after that whole awkward walk? And the past, like, five or four years you’ve known him?

“Are you sure?” you asked, dumbstruck.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” he said, supposedly annoyed. “I happen to like you, and you happen to like me. That is, unless I’ve been wrong this whole time?”

Oh.

OH.

OH?

He knew this entire time?!

Confusion passed through your mind momentarily before you hastily answered, “No, no! You’re right! I just-- I wasn’t expecting this, so,” you stopped yourself from saying anything that could ruin this moment. “Yeah. Let’s go somewhere.”

“Good. Wait for me when school ends. I already have a place picked out,” he stated. If you listened closely, you could hear how nervous he actually was and how fast his heart was beating. He hadn’t been this nervous before in a long time.

“O-Okay,” you stuttered, unsure of what to say.

It seemed as though he didn’t either, because he left soon after with just a nod as a goodbye. In reality, he probably would’ve talked to you more if he weren’t so nervous. Could you imagine that? Tsukishima nervous because of you?

Staring at his form walking away from your house, you stood there, stunned. A date. With him. Tomorrow. It seemed almost impossible that this was real.

Once he turned the corner and left your neighborhood, you rushed inside, suddenly remembering how cold it was out there.

“Oh, Y/n,” your mother called from the kitchen. “Can you pick up some groceries on your way back from school for me since it’s already on your way back?”

You were about to accept when you remembered what you had just agreed on.

“I can’t,” you answered.

“Huh?” she called. “And why is that?”

A grin broke out on your face, your fists clenching as the reality of the situation took hold. Honestly, you felt like screaming your excitement into a pillow.

“I have a date!”

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karamfilmare · 4 years ago

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Why I Dislike Fanon Oikawa

Ok, soooooooo

I have only been in the Haikyuu fandom since...late July, after the manga ended. I’m a bit of a late bloomer. Anyways...

Ever since Oikawa crosses my screen, I was ENAMORED with him. Like, what a beautiful boy!! And his dub voice just does things to me. And his attitude is spectacular. How could anyone hate him? And as the show went on, I love him even more. He was a pretty boy with a lot of baggage, and who doesn’t love that?

I never understood the hate about him, because come on, I’m pretty sure most of us have been worse than him, and honestly, people need to grow up, but THAT’S FOR ANOTHER TIME.

So, after watching Haikyuu, I did the typical fan things: rewatched the show, rewatched the show, made other people watch and love the show, got others into the Yagami Yato because of the show, although for me it was the other way around oops.

I managed to reach Haikyuu Tok, which was fantastic! The edits, the funny skits, the fanart, everything was MWAH CHEF’S KISS.

And at first I thought a few of the Oikawa jokes were funny -- the flat ass (which now he’s thicc so shut up about that lol, fucking Tendou’s ass caves in, I don’t want to hear it), the “Iwa-chan” obsession (which I mean, yeah, but hold this thought).

Then I got slightly annoyed by other things that were attached to Oikawa. And then my friends kind of hopped on to these, because they don’t like Oikawa, even though I have tried oh so hard to convince them that he’s not that bad of a person, like his personality and words are OBVIOUSLY -- no, no, that’s for another time. @oikawa-obvs also has a great analysis on why you should grow up and not hate Oikawa so there.

No, what really bothered me is what the fandom did to Oikawa. Fanon Oikawa started to bug me, for several reasons. And I will list and explain some of the things that bug me that people seem to take seriously about fanon Oikawa and apply it to canon Oikawa.

1. Oikawa the Crybaby

So like, the fandom makes Oikawa out to be a big whiny crybaby who can’t do anything without Iwaizumi. I’ll be addressing the first half here, because I want to save my Iwaizumi topic for a little later.

So, we see Oikawa cry several times in the show, and we see him have his most heartbreaking cry in the 3rd movie, one that makes me cry everytime.

But I don’t see why this makes him a crybaby. Like, other characters have cried, yet we don’t think of them as crybabies.

His emotions were too much for him, as it can be for a lot of us. I wish people would realize that him expressing his emotions in a physical way is not a bad thing.

And this leads to my next point...

2. Oikawa’s Weak (kind of hard to explain, keep reading)

I don’t mean physically weak (I mean his fucking serves are so hot--I MEAN HARD *cough*).

This is also kind of hard to explain. People pick on his character for his personality.

When we first meet Oikawa, his personality is loud, smug, a bit childish, etc. (Honestly, I kind of liked that, for some reason it was super interesting to me)

But I just want to draw your attention to the fact that a weak person would not:

- be able to lead a team so cohesively as he does

- be a strong presence on the team

- take responsibility for the team

- stay true to his goals

- be able to be loyal to his friends

I could go on.

3. Oikawa is clingy (to Iwaizumi)

Iwaizumi and Oikawa are really close best friends, and have been since elementary school. Naturally, the two are pretty much in sync and know each other really well.

However, Oikawa is not solely dependent on Iwaizumi. I have seen posts where people would joke and say “Oh, Oikawa would have gone to Shiratorizawa if Iwaizumi went.” One of my friends sent me a meme like that and said “SO TRUE” and I was like “MMMMMM BUT NO YOU’RE WRONG.”

I don’t know if it is just me and my absolute need to be independent being projected onto my favorite characters, but Oikawa is not tied to Iwaizumi. Oikawa is definitely loyal, and so is Iwaizumi. They do see each other as partners, but even they realize that their paths are not meant to be joined forever.

I am really close with my best friend/s, and they mean the world to me. We joke and talk and we have each others’ backs, even when separated doing our own thing. We will be pretend clingy, but that’s just what friends do.

I guess this is a subset to the Oikawa is weak, but I feel like this needed its own explanation and analysis (sorry, it kind of sucks so far).

4. Oikawa is a playboy

Ok, so my main source for Oikawa’s character is the anime. I haven’t gotten far in the manga to know more.

But honestly, from my multiple viewings of the anime, Oikawa is very kind and considerate to his fangirls, but he doesn’t seem flirty.

Oikawa had a girlfriend (who somehow broke up with him because of volleyball. I sympathize and don’t at the same time, but that’s for a different topic?).

I know that there is a story where he kind of tries to flirt with some girls when he gets his glasses, but he kind of goofed on that. And yes, he knows he’s good looking, but he hasn’t really used his good looks to take advantage of people, especially his fangirls.

I also find it hard to believe that Oikawa, who has a much older sister, would dare to toy with women’s hearts without getting his shit rocked by said older sister. Also, I feel like Oikawa cares about setting a good example to his nephew Takeru, and being a playboy isn’t what Oikawa would want to project on his nephew.

I think Oikawa gets judged to be a playboy because he is attractive (which how can anyone not find him attractive. Furudate made a powerful character when even the Oikawa haters find him attractive.)

I just want people to recognize that canon Oikawa is actually a deeply loyal, nuanced character, and he’s not what fanon Oikawa appears to be. He is one of, if not, the most hard-working individuals. He is driven, ambitious, independent, focused, and extremely insightful.

He was a kid who loved volleyball, then became absolutely in love with the sport when he sees his idol, Jose Blanco, and decided that he wanted to be the best setter. That comes with an immense pressure from within, which can cause a lot of stress on a young individual. He practiced and perfected the craft, doing what he can to measure up to the talented and the genius players of his age. He just happened to be given “The Curse of the Ordinary.”

It’s amazing that he has managed to become one of the best players that is feared and revered by peers. He is special, not due to his talent, but due to his perseverance and dedication.

And I don’t think people should lose that in the fanon. I get it as a joke, but some people seem to confused the fanon with the canon.

Thanks for reading this crappy analysis, I’m so sorry I subjected you all to this. I really love and appreciate you all. <3

Credit to @volleygifs for the gifs

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