#but like. when i say yachi is one of the best driving forces of the show

[goatedgreen]

id like to say a special thank you to yachi hitoka's gayness for allowing her brain to switch off long enough in the presence of a pretty girl that she agreed to join the volleyball club and changed the trajectory of the show forever

[karasunology]

❝WHAT ARE THEIR LOVE LANGUAGES?❞

◯ how they show their love to you | featuring . . . karasuno team.

➤ KARASUNO.

#DAICHI → the type of boyfriend that'll never let you walk closer to the busier side of the street ― he'll always be the one next to the busy street, walking side by side with you in the sidewalk while his arms are around you, keeping you close by so he won't lose you especially whenever there's a large crowd.

#SUGAWARA → never hesitates to take care and dote on you. whenever you're sick, he's always there by your side and never leaves you ― makes you hot porraige, constantly reminds you about the specific time you need to drink your medicine EVEN THOUGH he already has a reminder set on his phone for it ( ― just in case, he thinks. ) never wants to make you feel worse than you already are so he just lets you rests for the rest of the day and if you have class? he'll write notes for you so you wouldn't miss a thing.

#ASAHI → NEVER i mean NEVER raises his voice at you even if both of you guys are angry or fighting at each other ― he cares a lot about you and he if he needs to correct you on something, he knows that if he wants to drive a point, he doeesn't need to raise his voice to do so. what a softie.

#KIYOKO → she's a bit shy with showing her affections, but she tries her utmost best to convey her love to you ― one of them being if you ever needed her support with ANYTHING honestly, she'll always make it known to you that you have her full support and that she's always right beside you through everything.

#TANAKA → YOUR PERSONAL HYPEMAN !!! very vocal with his praises ― if he thinks you look absolutely smoking HOT right now with your outfit, he'll gladly always make sure you are aware of that and what you are doing to him. if you play a sport? you BET that he's your personal cheerleader, fuck gender roles <33

#NOYA → he's your pillar in life. not saying that you're dependent to him to the extent that it's unhealthy and you can't live without him ― but in a way that he'll never leave you in your most hardest times, the rock you could always hold onto in the midst of the raging ocean's waves crashing down at you at an incredible force. he's a dependable person in and out of the court and it shows through little ways he supports you and lifts you up in real life because he's your personal guardian diety.

#ENNOSHITA → fights with him never lasts long, that's just how it is ― even with the bigger fights it'll never lasts long, and he would NEVER even think of doing the silent treatment with you, he just can't. whenever he comes into terms with the problem and why it haopened, he'll come back to you and talk it out with you then cuddle you because he feels GOD AWFUL whenever fights occure.

#KINOSHITA → words of affirmations is his best friend. and not just with you but with the both of you, he likes cheering you on and give you support and will always be by your side. never pokes fun at your insecurities and rather eases them and does his best to make you feel anything but insecure.

#HINATA → buys you small gifts and souvenirs especially when he's out of the country for volleyball matches etc. and his reasons would be that when he looks at them, they reminded him of you ― so that's why you have tons of cute gifts and souvenirs when he comes back that you prolly don't know where to put but you don't care because he took the time to buy them for you which you find so adorable.

#KAGEYAMA → bought you milk everyday ever since y'all became an item, sometimes dropping them in your bag ( especially when you had a bad day, which makes it a bit better. ) or in your locker and bonus if he adds a scribbled note with just a cute yet somehow KINDA stiff happy face ― which oddly enough, reminds you of him; stiff yet cute, and no other context in it ― just a happy face but it conveys everything that he wanted to say to you. and probably adds a "have a good day." when he knows practice will be a bit more later than usual and may or may not be able to walk home from school with you.

#YAMAGUCHI → remembers the little things; your favourite food, your favourite sweaters and hoodies you like to borrow from him so he could purposesly bring them for you to use ― and not just your favourite things but every little fact about you that he sometimes just randomly brings up, shoking you because wow, he still remembers that? so whenever you guys go on a date to a cafe y'all have already been to, he doesn't need to know what you wanna order since, he already memorized your order from before. it's just the intimacy of knowing you know?

#TSUKISHIMA → has a playlist of the songs you love that he sometimes like to listen to, especially when he misses you and you're away from him. makes you a playlist of song recommendations and songs that he likes that he thinks you might also vibe with. and one time he casually hums one of your favourite songs, making you look at him eyes kinda wide just for him to look at you in a deadpan express and ask you if anything was wrong. bonus !! he bought earphones so that both of you could listen at one of your guys' playlist together <33

#YACHI → i feel like she loves photography as it is a branch of art, so she loves taking stolen cute picures of you and making it her wallpaper ― she also loves sketching you, like her sketchbook and artbook is full of sketches of your face ― you're her muse. and whenever she's having an art block? she'll look at her best sketches of you and recreates them ― lines all full of both her passion for art and you.

[ ♡ ] a lot of people requested for some hq boys' love language so why not make one for the whole team? wrote this all yesterday and in no way or form was edited, because that's just me, i never edit my works smh. it's been a few days since i didn't post a content, so have some fluff with the karasuno team !! <3 this is also a very late thank you for 1.1k AHAHAHA i love you guys.

[tobiosmilktea]

hello there. my bday is around the corner and i was wondering how would random haikyuu boys celebrate it with u 💓

how the haikyuu boys will celebrate your birthday with you

a/n: my birthday is just around the corner too so this was really fun to write 🥺 i decided to do it by team bc i couldn’t pick who boys to do lmao

— karasuno

i think they’ll definitely pull some intricate plan that will go wrong one way or another

like a surprise party maybe

it was fs nishinoya and tanaka’s idea to set one up after school in the gym where they tell everyone to pretend to forget your birthday just to add that special element of surprise

but then again, guys like tsukishima and kageyama don’t need to pretend they didn’t know your birthday because they truly didn’t until hinata brought it up to them (don’t take it too personally tho lmao)

speaking of which, hinata almost spoiled the surprise for you if yachi wasn’t there to distract you 💀

despite being the second year’s idea to throw this surprise party for you, it’s primarily the third years doing all the work since tanaka and nishinoya don’t know how to organize a party for shit

poor kiyoko is actually doing all the work while daichi and asahi are putting up decorations with the help of the first years (tsukishima had to be forced tho smh)

yamaguchi and yachi seem like the types to overthink what to get you for a birthday present, probably going all out while kageyama would just buy you your favorite drink and snack from the vending machine near the gym literally five minutes before the surprise

it’s the thought that counts ig

sugawara made your cake as well with the usual message, ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N !!’

and since the surprise party was being held in the gym after practice, everyone had to hurry and clean up before setting out all the decorations. and can i just say, it’s chaotic™️

yachi had to distract you for a good ten minutes by asking you to walk all the way towards the other end of campus to ‘get something’ that didn’t exist in the first place

meanwhile in the gym, the second years were in charge of taking down the volleyball net to replace it with a badly homemade painting with tanaka’s messy ass handwriting wishing you a happy birthday

the third years and first years as mentioned before were setting up decorations, hanging up streamers, setting out balloons, and handing out party poppers

with kiyoko, takeda-sensei, and ukai set out a table for sugawara to place the cake he made for you (which it almost fell cause ennoshita bumped into him)

hinata was also on the lookout if you and yachi were nearby

and when you were, he shout so loudly that even you heard down the hall

finishing up any last minute details, the team sets out their presents for you with their party poppers in hand before shouting, “SURPRISE!!”

it’s all fun and games until nishinoya accidentally released confetti at your face by accident

he made up for it with his present though lmao

— aoba johsai

saying that seijoh probably won’t do anything as big as a surprise party is a complete lie

knowing oikawa and the moment he found out it was going to be your birthday soon, he’ll plan something more extravagant than some lame surprise party (albeit, badly planned without the help of iwa)

he’d probably rent out a party bus to drive around the city before stopping by at some random karaoke place downtown

he’ll only invite the third years and your close friends so it isn’t too big of a celebration that it doesn’t feel like it’s your own party

the best part of the night was mattsun absolutely outshining oikawa in literally everything

there was even a stripper pole in the party bus and he just started fucking around with you to pretending to make it rain on him,, it was hilarious

you love rewatching the videos you took of that night

your favorite (besides stripper matsukawa) was iwa singing a ballad for you and when i say that man has vocals i mean it

at the end of the night, all your friends got up to sing happy birthday to you on the karaoke machine

the second years would probably feel bad celebrating your birthday with you, so instead they take you out to get udon after school and just vibe

you were honestly just surprised that it was kyotani’s idea to take you out like this, not to mention the cute gift he gave you that he put a lot of thought into

meanwhile i think the first years are just too intimidated by you minus kunimi

like kindaichi knew of your birthday but he was just too scared to go up to you and wish you a happy birthday before handing you your favorite convenient store snack as a little gift

— nekoma

unlike karasuno and seijoh, the way the nekoma boys celebrate with you is definitely on the more laidback side, yet they still put effort in wishing you a happy birthday

kenma, kuroo, and yaku would definitely stay up with you the night before your birthday playing video games just to be the first ones to wish you a happy birthday the moment the clock strikes midnight

they’ll even set up a minecraft server that kenma spent hours setting up and building everything that you like with a gigantic banner made out of your favorite colors of wool saying ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’

the rest of the night staying up playing party games on hypixel despite having school the next day

in the morning, you’d find kenma and kuroo waiting outside your house so they can walk the birthday celebrant to school, plus they had bags in their hands to which you assume were presents for you

it was then did you realize that you were going to get more throughout the day after kuroo mentioned how he told the team that it was your birthday

there was something embarrassing and a bit cringey being showered with attention for your birthday, especially at school, but you still appreciated the team’s efforts

throughout the day, people would notice the gifts in your hands and would wish you a happy birthday, definitely causing a stir in the school when yaku, lev, and yamamoto burst into your classroom to shout happy birthday

while yamamoto is literally showering you with birthday wishes and presents, lev would give you a cute plushie of your favorite animal along with a little cake

he’d probably ask to eat it with you during lunch lmao

by the end of the day, kuroo and kenma would help you carry all the presents you received as you guys end the day off getting ramen

— fukurodani

i don’t think they’ll make a big deal out of it knowing you don’t like making a big deal out of your birthday either

the only reason why they even found out that your birthday was around the corner is because bokuto couldn’t keep his mouth shut

it played out somewhere along the lines like this: akaashi would ask you if you were free this weekend so you two could study for the upcoming math exam

bokuto was there as well when you had to ask for a raincheck on studying as your parents were forcing you to go out on a celebratory birthday dinner (as by their words, “it’s the least you could do.”)

to which bokuto literally gasps and shouts, “IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY THIS WEEKEND?” his words echoing throughout the gym and definitely catching the attention of the rest of the volleyball team

if that’s his reaction to finding out it’s your birthday soon, just imagine how shocked he would be when you tell him that you don’t really like celebrating it

akaashi would definitely understand and opted to buy you a little something for his appreciation and give it to you the following day, but bokuto wants to full on throw a party for you

“come on! it’ll just be a little get-together at the park!” he would beg

“thank you, bo, but i’m honestly fine just going out to dinner with my family.”

he would huff, planning to throw one as a surprise party instead, but akaashi immediately shoots down his idea out of respect for you

instead, bokuto would channel all that energy to giving “the best birthday gift of your life!” (end quote)

even konoha would challenge him on that just to tease him, but would still give you a well thought out gift

and yeah, it’s honestly kind of embarrassing seeing him walk into school with a box full of things you’re into including a giant owl plushie (school spirit ig??)

poor bo was outshined by yukie and kaori when they made a birthday cake for you

— shiratorizawa

lowkey i feel like shiratorizawa is definitely one of those private schools that would announce when their student’s birthdays are when they come close

like no one of the vb team would’ve found out your birthday was in a couple days if it wasn’t for that overhead announcement made by the vice principal

however, i wouldn’t think they’d make a huge deal out of it besides tendou maybe

the moment you would walk into the gymnasium, he’ll immediately wish you a happy birthday loudly before nudging ushijima to do the same

instead of one big party, you celebrated with them almost individually

tendou and ushijima both took you to the aquarium and bought you a gift that you specifically chose out cause they’d probably wouldn’t be bothered to do so without you

and then you’d go out with semi and reon to which you three just get sushi after school

lowkey i feel like they would buy literally anything you show even the tiniest amount of interest in and they’ll buy it within a snap

you literally had to stop semi from buying you anything else as he’ll end up spending all his pocket change when the sushi was enough

and unlike their upperclassman, shirabu and goshiki would probably just celebrate with you by just hanging out at your house--watching netflix, playing video games, maybe ordering some pizza

it’s pretty simple, but they’ll be there all day cause the time spent together is just really nice

— inarizaki

the twins literally cannot keep their mouths shut

the team was already pretty aware of your birthday, but they have been keeping the surprise party for you on the downlow ever since the twins proposed their idea of doing a little picnic for you

but go figure that it would be atsumu and osamu exposing their entire plan in front of you after nagging their team not to say jackshit in front of you

they’d still follow through with their plans, however, despite not being a surprise anymore

the little celebration would be held at the park, suna being in charge of the picnic blanket, kita being in charge of bringing drinks, osamu being in charge of bringing the food, and atsumu being in charge of... well,, bringing you ig

aran would arrive late only because he had to get his bday gift for you (which btw was the best one fs) as well as picking up your birthday cake with the words ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH <3′ 

it’s so obvious that suna was the one who ordered the cake, but it’s literally the best you have every received

overall, it’s pretty chill but you couldn’t ask for anything more knowing their efforts and how you’ve been laughing your ass off the entire time

you guys would even watch the sunset as yall sat atop a hill, taking photos to put on your stories and to post on social media

out of the hundreds of photos taken of you with your cake or aran force feeding suna food, the group photo taken exactly at golden hour was your absolute favorite

[sophiashortcake]

— 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 🍰

“I GUESS I’M JUST A PLAY DATE TO YOU.”

previous ❀ series masterlist

𝟐𝟕. epilogue

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: kicked out of her home with no place to go, y/n is forced to move into her family friend’s home, who coincidentally is also the family of tsukishima kei, the boy who denied her confession.

𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑...

“Okay, so I believe you screw this piece and that piece together and- BOKUTO-SAN NO!”

Everyone collectively groaned as Bokuto sheepishly held the now broken piece of what was going to be your headboard. Akaashi sighed and put down the Ikea furniture manual to rub his temples. Now the headboard was added to the list of furniture casualties along with the coffee table and nightstand (also broken by Bokuto).

“I thought it would be faster if I just tried popping it into place!” He whined, defending his terrible handyman skills and all too clumsy strength.

Your friends had volunteered to help you and Kei build the furniture for your new apartment, which turned out to be a harder task than you once thought. You all had spent the last few hours sitting on the floor of your new apartment surrounded by the clutter of move-in boxes and stray Ikea furniture parts.

“I think we’re gonna have to sleep on a bed with no headboard,” you sighed.

“It’s not like we weren’t gonna break it ourselves anyway,” Kei muttered, flipping through the instruction manual he had snatched away from Akaashi. Kei realized his comment wasn’t as quiet as he thought as everybody snapped their heads to his. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment.

“Get a room!” Yamaguchi screeched, feigning disgust.

“Uh, you’re sitting in it,” Kuroo replied.

Before the teasing got relentless, a loud bang was heard out in the living room along with the sounds of harsh drags across the floor, and groans.

“For the love of god, can somebody help me and Oikawa out here?!” Iwaizumi called, “I think this couch weighs more than Y/N!”

You sighed in relief, thankful the subject changed. Everybody got up and flooded into the living room to help Iwaizumi and Oikawa get the couch into the living room (where Bokuto’s strength actually helped for once).

Though you couldn’t afford much on a college student’s salary, a home was starting to take form inside the apartment. You grinned at the sight, giddy excitement bubbling in your stomach. You truly couldn’t be happier.

“I think it’s coming along very nicely Y/N,” Kiyoko grinned, “but don’t you two think it’s a little soon to be moving in which each other?”

“Yoko, it’s not like we haven’t lived with each other before,” you deadpanned, “and plus, it saves us money since we’re still in school.”

“Ah, that’s true,” she chuckled, remembering the living together ordeal that brought you and Kei together in high school.

It was crazy to think that a few years ago, you and Kei had been quarrelling in the same house, wanting nothing more for you to move out. But now, you both were moving in with each other. Even when you lived separately, you came to realize that Kei was your home.

“I can’t wait until we start decorating!” Yachi squealed, clapping her hands together in excitement imagining all the possible decorations.

“You two decorating is my nightmare,” Kei sighed. You whacked his shoulder lightly, pouting.

“Y/N-chan, if you ever get annoyed by Tsukki, my door is always open!” Oikawa sang, receiving an eye roll from Iwaizumi.

“Get in line,” Kuroo retorted. “Y/N would rather live with me! My apartment is way better.”

Kuroo had also purchased an apartment recently, at an eerily cheap price. With such a small price tag, you would assume that the apartment was going to be barely a closet, but in reality, it was even nicer than your own (and you and Kei had saved up a hefty amount from your own jobs). Kei had warned him that apartments that nice didn’t come cheap without a reason, but Kuroo had shrugged it off under the premise that he was a broke college student who didn’t have many options.

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t we remember that I offered Y/N to live with me first back in high school?!” Bokuto protested.

“Can you all please back off on my girlfriend?” Kei grumbled.

“Aww, Kei loves me!” You teased, clinging to his arm trying to peck his cheek. He dodged your kiss, his cheeks tinged red.

“Still a tsundere,” Akaashi sighed.

“He always will be,” Yamaguchi chuckled. “It’s Tsukki we’re talking about here.”

The next few hours you finished up building the furniture, or at least attempted to. As it turns out, none of your friends were exactly handymen.

“Finally!” You groaned, as the last piece was screwed in for your shelf.

With the finishing touches on the apartment, the night was drawing to a close. Kiyoko and Yachi wrapped you into a hug and pecked your cheek before they left. Iwaizumi ruffled your hair, telling you and Kei not to act up too much while you were alone. Bokuto and Yamaguchi excitedly discussed the possibilities of a group sleepover (which Kei wasn’t exactly excited for, but knew he wasn’t getting out of). Akaashi gave you both a hefty lecture on proper behavior for living alone without “parental supervision”. (Both of you were adults with jobs!)

Slowly the apartment grew empty besides for you, Oikawa, and Kuroo and Kei who were having a discussion about Kuroo’s suspicious new apartment. While you were sorting through the move in boxes, Oikawa pulled you aside.

“Y/N, I just wanted to say I’m happy for you,” he grinned.

Over the course of time, Oikawa learned to get over you, and owned up to his mistakes. Slowly but surely, he regained your trust, and even Kei’s as they grew a strange frenemy relationship. Now there was nothing but platonic love and trust between you two, the past behind you both.

“Thank you, Tooru,” you smiled, pulling him inside a hug.

“But if Tsukishima ever acts up-”

“Shut it Shittykawa!” Kei called from across the apartment.

“He and Iwaizumi have been spending too much time together,” you sighed.

Oikawa laughed, and pulled out of the hug. You smiled, knowing Oikawa truly was happy for you both.

Before he walked out the door, he clapped Kei on the back.

“Don’t forget your promise,” he warned, wagging a finger at him.

“I won’t,” Kei replied, rolling his eyes.

Kuroo was the next to leave, finishing his conversation with Kei.

“You two better help me move in next week!” Kuroo exclaimed, before leaving the apartment. You both chuckled and agreed as you finished bidding your goodbyes.

Now the apartment finally was empty, besides for you and Kei.

“What promise did you and Oikawa make?” You asked curiously.

“Something back in high school, don’t worry about it.”

You raised an eyebrow, those two were definitely hiding something.

“Speaking of high school, wait here, I have something for you,” he said, before running off to the bedroom to dig out something from the move in boxes. He pulled out a worn piece of paper. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as he handed it to you. You studied it carefully before realizing it was the confession letter you had written in high school.

“I thought I lost this!” You gasped. While you lived with Kei, you kept it stashed in your desk drawer, but you assumed you had lost it somehow while you were moving out of Kei’s house.

“You left it in your desk at my house, I kept it,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Even after all these years?” You giggled.

“Yeah, I felt like it was too important to throw out.”

You scanned over your letter, the nostalgia washing over you as you softly smiled at the memories. However, you noticed over the bright red D minus sprawled over the corner was crossed out, now replaced by an A plus.

“Why is the grade different?” you questioned, confused.

“I regraded it, A plus for effort,” he said.

“Kei,” you whined, your heart swelling. He really has grown over the years, hasn’t he?

“But don’t get me wrong, your spelling and grammar still suck.”

But obviously, it wouldn’t be your Tsukishima Kei if he didn’t throw in one of his comments too.

“Jerk!” You hollered, smacking his head as he cackled. You pouted as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Welcome home, Y/N.”

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭: the letter is now framed in the apartment next to the framed pictures of y/n and tsukki throughout the years.

𝐚/𝐧:

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚:

• the idea came from itazura na kiss, i based mine specifically off the kdrama.

• miyagitea was originally supposed to be either an oc, suga, or yamaguchi. @/wisteriarain talked me out of it and suggested oikawa.

• the original idea was for this to be a manager!reader x tsukki smau with no letter, living together, etc. they were originally just supposed to hate eachother right out the gate and have a fuck buddy relationship.

• the next idea was based off good morning call and that tsukki and y/n were both college students who got scammed by their new apartment complex and ended up having to live together.

• y/n mother’s (hayami) and akane’s relationship was based off my mom and her best friend.

• y/n’s mother’s contact name, mama bear, is my mom’s best friend’s nickname.

• i considered having a female antagonist/oc to play y/n’s rival for tsukki.

• i didn’t write y/n having a father figure and barely wrote about tsukishima’s (even though he was in the picture) because i find it uncomfortable to write about father figures.

• this was only ever mentioned in an ask, but y/n’s mother is a lawyer!

• i came up with the idea driving home from the orthodonist and i passed a building that said, “asian volleyball association”.

• miyagitea almost didn’t make it into the story, it was a last minute addition.

• the title came before the plot, it was based off the melanie martinez song.

• there is bonus material on the masterlist! the dress from chapter 21 inspiration and official playlist can be found there!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!): @sinistersith @moronsuke @yougivemebutterfliess @saturnfarie @peachiikichu @what-happens-inside-the-box @nonoszrk @cece-lives-here @belli-jelly @cvlliesstuff @ack-aashi @mindofess @virgoamajiki @natsukitakama @shimy-deko @irenevyas @virgoamajiki @toaster-stick @little-dark-empress @h0ngh0ngh0ng @freyafolkvangr @winunk @estmagnifique @thechaosoflonging @ilovesupersoldiers @simpletype @burntcilantro @starrydaisy @animatedrapture @intothatbluebluesky @resetrestartandreplay @lostmarimoismyhubby @witcherydotcom @kukiisan @not-venice @grapesauze @amberisnotcrazy @tarasaoristark @ammemuts @cloudymotel @loving-unicorns106 @strawberryssel @kakaokenma @cadelinha-de-haikyuu @wowie-issa-me-amario @pruemania @vitalthot @kageyamasgirl @abswrites @kac-chowsballs

[mystic-wolf]

nsfw meme // shoyo hinata

Slowly working on all the boys 🥰

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Hinata isn't the best at aftercare, and it's not like he doesn't want to help you clean up (it is his fault after all) he just gets so tired after sex. He puts his all into fucking you so hes ready for bed as soon after tbh.

He's really good at cuddling and will order takeaway for you though.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite part of himself is his hair. He loves how you tug and pull on his hair when he fucks you or eats you out.

His favourite part of you are your lips. He's obsessed with kissing you, even just tiny pecks before a game gets him super giddy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Hinata loves to cum on your ass when you're bend over the sofa or on your hands and knees for him. He pulls out before his orgasm and covers the plump skin in his cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not so much a secret but he loves role playing. Super into being your big brother and loves it when you call him oniichan.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hinata has barely any experience before you. He kissed Yachi once and gave Tobio a drunk handjob which they never talk about.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He's down for anything but his favourite is missionary just with your feet on his shoulders so he can fuck you super deep.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's quite giggly the first few times he has sex but after that he's pretty serious and gets into dirty talking.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Yeah they're ginger we know.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's super intimate, loves to hold your hands and cover you in kisses. Says he loves you so many times too.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He loves to wank over your nudes. Hes slightly ashamed of it though and goes super red and embarrassed when you tease him about it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Hes into role play especially when you wear short skirts and matching stockings.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He's too shy to do it anywhere besides either yours or his bedroom. Wouldn't even do it when you was away on summer camp.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do turns him on tbh. He gets horny when you show off your thighs because all he can think about is how much he wants to be between them.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anal is a no no.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves both. He loves getting between your legs and eating you out and feeling your plush thighs squeezing his head. And he loves it when you drop to your knees and take him into your mouth and play with his balls.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He's very rarely rough, he's a sensitive guy so is a little scared of hurting you. He holds your hands when he fucks you and presses kisses to your neck.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Never does a quickie he's too scared of getting scared and doesn't feel comfortable.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's into trying most things as long as you're both okay with it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He puts his all into it so Hinata barely goes for a second round because he's always so tired. He can last pretty long though and rarely cums before you do.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own anything himself but he's happy using it on you when you beg him to fuck you with your dildo.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hinata isn't the one that teases, it's you. You love to touch him just a little away from where he's dying to be touched. And sometimes he'll just grab your hand and force it to grab his dick.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's super whiney and pretty loud. Sometimes so much you have to cover his mouth with your hand or kiss him yo keep him quiet.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The first time you guys had sex was his first time. He tried to be confident and act like he knew what he was doing but when he completely missed your clit and just...rubbed the skin you had to calm him down and show him the ropes.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's pretty average really. Has more thickness than length.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Its not super high when he's in public but when it's just the two of you he can't stop thinking about it. Especially when you walk around in one of his shirts.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep fairly quickly afterwards. If he doesn't though he'll cuddle you until you both do.

[lostcoves]

ft. hinata shoyo x fem!reader (minor bokuto koutarou x fem!reader)

genre: angst

wc & warnings: 1.3k | timeskip spoilers, suggestive themes, cheater!hinata 

premise: you worry that your fiancé is hiding something from you.

note: a belated happy 200 followers! i hope you all enjoy this piece!

life with hinata shoyo was nothing less than magic. a professional volleyball player, a compassionate man, and a sex god all wrapped into one would best describe your fiancé. 

but lately, something felt off.

hinata was acting aloof, unfocused and distant. staying out late and coming home at odd hours in the night to your condo, you had a feeling that hinata was hiding something. it was something big, something earth-shattering. 

“hey honey,” you purred into hinata’s ear, massaging his shoulders seductively. you were nothing but a silk robe and some orange lingerie underneath. you wanted to feel sexy and make love with your fiancé, nipping at his neck cheekily.

“oh, hey (y/n).”

his words and tone made you frown. hinata was too fixated on his phone, texting away. you sighed and pulled away, crossing your arms over your chest. this was the– not once, not twice, but– third time this month you failed to have sex with your fiancé. all because he was absorbed in that damn phone.

“oh babe, i got to go!” hinata leapt over the couch and made a beeline to the froyer. you ran after him and shouted with annoyance to hinata, “where are you going, sho!”

“emergency msby meeting!”

and with that, hinata was gone. 

letting out a frustrated scream, you went upstairs to your shared bedroom and collapsed on the bed, burying your face in the pillows. this sucked, this sucked so fucking much.

“sho..” you sniffled a little, “what happened to us..”

stripping yourself of your robe and lingerie, you got into something more comfortable and climbed back into bed. maybe tonight would be a sad movie and mint chocolate chip ice cream kind of night.

“maybe bo can come over,” you mumbled to yourself, getting your phone out to text your best friend bokuto koutarou. you sent him a short message and waited for a response.

(y/n): hey bo! wanna have a movie night?

“oh wait, msby meeting!” you remembered before sending another text.

(y/n): oh! nvm! hinata told me that msby is having an emergency meeting.

your phone dinged with a new message.

owl boy: emergency meeting? we’re not having one.

your heart sank in your chest and you dialed bokuto’s number.

“hello?” he answered the call after the third ring. 

“bo, i think sho–” you paused, “..shoyo is cheating on me.”

“what?!” you pulled your phone away from your ear at the sudden volume increase. bokuto cleared his throat and continued, “what makes you think he’s cheating?”

“well..” you thought back on the moments that made you suspicious. there were the times hinata came home at weird times, of course. but then you remembered the perfume and the lipstick stains that didn’t belong to you. you told bokuto all about it, tears forming in your (e/c) eyes when you rehashed the memories.

“oh jeez..” bokuto exhaled, “i’m so sorry, (y/n).”

“you think i’m right, don’t you?” you asked.

a pause from bokuto.

“i don’t want to admit it but from the looks of it.. it sounds like he’s cheating.”

your heart broke.

“i have to find him,” you stood up, “bo, give him a call. ask him where he is. see what he says.”

“okay..” bokuto answered, “i’ll text you the details shortly.”

you hung up and tossed the phone aside, grabbing your purse and keys. your phone buzzed with a new message only a few moments later. you picked the phone up and checked the message.

owl boy: says he’s at ichimuan with you :/

you exhaled, time to bust a cheater.

a short drive later, you found yourself standing outside the entrance to ichimuan, a high end sushi restuarant. you made sure to dress nice to avoid getting stopped at the door, a low cut black dress and matching heels. you were dressed for a funeral.

hinata shoyo’s funeral, to be exact.

“hi there, i have a reservation. under hinata,” you flashed the host a smile when you entered the restaurant. a part of you wanted hinata not to be there, for all of this to be one stupid mistake. 

“i wasn’t aware the hinata reservation was expecting a third guest.”

third guest. that meant two people were there under the name hinata.

“i’m a surprise,” you giggled sheepishly. the host nodded, “understood. follow me, miss.”

you trailed behind the host and followed him into the main area of the restaurant, couples alike dining and chitchatting with one another. it made you sick, knowing that hinata was here in such a romantic place with someone who wasn’t you.

“hinata-san, your third guest has arrived.”

you stared at hinata. he stared back.

“sho? who’s this?” the blonde haired girl holding hinata’s hands asked.

“she’s– i’m his fiancé,” you cut hinata off.

the girl immediately retracted her hands from hinata, “your fiancé?!”

“hitoka, it’s not what it looks like!” hinata exclaimed. you placed your hands on your hips and shook your head, “it’s exactly what it looks like. you’re cheating on me, hinata shoyo.”

the girl– hitoka– stood up and dumped her glass of wine on hinata’s head, “you liar! you told me you broke things off with your fiancé!”

“mind handing me a glass too, hitoka-chan?” you gestured to hinata’s wine glass. hitoka smiled and handed it to you, “of course not,” watching you dump another glass of wine over hinata’s head.

by now, all eyes were on the three of you, some guests taking their phones out to record the scene. you turned to hitoka and grinned, “hitoka, was it?”

“yachi, yachi hitoka. and your name?”

“(l/n), (l/n) (y/n). let’s get out of here, hitoka-chan.”

“after you,” she stepped aside. you turned on your heel to leave before stopping. you faced hinata and smiled, “here,” before taking off your engagement ring and dropping it in hinata’s hand, “the wedding’s off.”

speakless, hinata watched helplessly as you and yachi left the restaurant. the two of you went to your car and hopped inside, driving off after you offered yachi a ride home.

“i’m so sorry, (y/n)-chan. i thought he was single.. he told me that you two had broken things off,” yachi explained the situation. you gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder and told her, “you were tricked. just like me. i have no bad blood with you.”

yachi sighed out in relief, “thank god.. i hope we can be friends after this. you seem really nice, (y/n)-chan. you didn’t deserve this.”

you grinned, “i’d love to be friends with you.”

arriving at yachi’s apartment, the two of you exchanged numbers and hugs. at least, you got a new friend out of this mess. you drove back to your condo and headed back inside, the reality of the situation hitting you full force.

“god..” you wiped away your tears hastily, “why wasn’t i enough for him?”

“(y/n)?”

you whipped your head around and gasped. it was bokuto.

“i came as soon as i could. i saw the video,” your best friend embraced you tightly. you furrowed your brow at the mention of a video, “video? what video?”

“this,” he pulled out his phone and went on youtube, selecting a video labeled msby player caught cheating - fiancé and girlfriend get revenge. in the video, you rewatched you and yachi dump wine over hinata’s head.

“it has already hit a million views,” bokuto cupped your cheeks and his expression softened at the sight of your tears, “oh, (y/n).. i’m so sorry.”

“w- why did he do this?” you whimpered, “why wasn’t i enough?”

“oh, you’re more than enough!” bokuto protested, “hinata is an idiot.”

you laid your head against bokuto’s chest, “i don’t know what i would do without you, bo.”

“i’m glad to be here for you,” he pressed a kiss to your head.

at least, you had bokuto koutarou by your side.

[kono-rohan-da]

Captain and Coach

Some time ago, @blueboltkatana requested this to be written: Hey uh, I'm embarrassed to be writing this cuz I feel like I'm telling you what to write, but I've had this prompt in my mind for so long. I was thinking how Daichi wasn't just captain for the crows he had to act like a coach as well for quite a while and so he is used to giving advice and helping his teammates but didn't have someone to do that for him and Ukai of course notices and tells him he can leave the team to him now it's ok, and Daichi breaks down because he didn't even realize how much that responsibility weighed on him all this time. I mean Dadchi deserves a dad sometimes too! If u don't like if u don't have to write it it's ok I don't want to seem like I'm telling u what to do!!

Now it's written 😉 On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32628205Or, read below ----

When Ukai Keishin became Karasuno high school’s coach, he thought he would be expecting a chaotic team that doesn’t know how to behave with a coach in the room. Turns out, he was wrong.

Sure, the kids could be rowdy as hell and would screw around but they had drive. They put in the effort. They expected a result and in order to get that result they put in as much work they could as possible.

One thing Ukai regrets, though, is the amount of time it took him to realize why the kids are always so much of a team without his interference.

The realization comes after his first Interhigh with the team. The clue came when he was watching his team return to the sidelines after losing, getting ready to line up and thank Aoba Johsai for the game. In his head, Ukai was planning to say words of comfort and a good job. Calm them down a bet, maybe offer a few hugs.

He had to do exactly none of that.

Sawamura already had an arm around Nishinoya, his free arm raised so he could rub Tanaka’s head. He moved around so quickly from one player to the other, patting the heads of the first-years, hugging the second and third years, pulling Yachi and Shimizu into a small group hug. It’d be only a week later when Ukai would realize that even though Sawamura had dealt out comfort and kind words he hadn’t gotten any in return.

It’s not long until exam day comes. Practice continues but only every other day in the afternoon. Ukai decided to test a little theory out.

During practice after his little revelation, he gave a few commands for drills but left the rest to Sawamura. By some stroke of luck, Takeda wasn’t here to ask Ukai what he’s doing and why he’s staring at Sawamura so intently. Just like Ukai expected Sawamura easily steps into a position of command and support, telling his teammates what to do, suggestions of improvements, and words of motivation that make even Tsukishima move a bit faster.

Sawamura is always moving around. Most people don’t notice this with Hinata and Nishinoya constantly running around but even they stop. Not Sawamura. Always looking around to see if his teammates are good, briefly checking if shoelaces are tied, tracking movement, provided perfectly timed words. At times Ukai wonders if there’s something otherworldly inside of Sawamura. No, he’s just a kid who cares a lot more than most.

“Sawamura-kun!” Ukai calls at the end of practice. “Can you stay behind for a few minutes? I want to talk to you about something.”

“Okay,” Sawamura replies, a smile of agreement on his face with no hint of the annoyance or slight fear of having done something wrong that would have been on Ukai’s own face if his grandpa had asked the same of him back when he was still in school. Maybe there was once a time Ukai would have thought of Sawamura as too trusting of a kid with his response but now he knows better. In his own way that doesn’t have to do with education Sawamura is the smartest kid he knows.

Twenty minutes later the volleyballs are back in their cart and hidden in the storage room. The net has been taken down and it’s too quiet. Ukai and Sawamura are the only two left now, the boy’s jacket zipped all the way out with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“You wanted to talk to me, coach?”

This already feels weird. He’s used to having to pull Tsukishima or Tanaka aside, sometimes Asahi to remind him to be confident, and all three of them have Ukai tilting his head up just a bit. He has to move his gaze below eye level to make eye contact with Sawamura.

“Don’t think you’re in trouble, kid.” He knows that Sawamura doesn’t think that. “I just wanted to give you a tip like you give your friends.” Sawamura’s eyes widen with interest. Ukai clears his throat. He hopes this doesn’t come out awkward. “You’re an amazing captain, the best I’ve ever seen. And even though you’re captain it doesn’t mean you have to pick up everyone’s slack and carry all the responsibility.” That sounds too much like an attack, gods help him.

“What I mean,” he tries again, running a hand through his hair while closing his eyes “is that I’m here to help, kid. I’m not going to steal your spot or anything. Just...you work so hard and I don’t want you stressing too much. So it’s fine if you want to take a step back every once in a while, sit on the side and just take a few sips of water or something. And if-” his rambling is cut off by a wet sniffle and a shaky breath.

Oh hell no.

Suddenly he’s panicking. He never expected this, never in a million years.

“Hey, are you okay?” Sawamura’s head is bowed, a steady hand out of his pocket which struggles to stay steady as it wipes at tears. Ukai quickly moves closer, placing his hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Hey hey, shh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything bad by that.”

“N-no, I’m fine.” The kid contradicts himself by sniffling again. His voice is wet and forced, too small. Ukai already knows that after this he’s going to open a new pack of sigs with how bad he feels. He made Sawamura cry. “It’s just that, just...thank you.”

Ukai freezes.

“I...no one’s ever tried to take some of the responsible,” Sawamura explains. His voice sounds so small, shoulders hunched forward and arms wrapped around himself like a hug. “I don’t want to complain. I don’t want to sound too lazy.”

“Kid, have you ever cried before now?” Ukai can’t help but say. Sawamura’s laugh is humorless and cuts into Ukai. The sniffles are louder and little sobs can’t be muffled anymore. Sawamura shakes his head. A burden, by definition, is something heavy. Generally too heavy to carry on one’s own. And here’s Sawamura not just carrying his own but those of others, making sure that the rest of his team doesn’t feel the pain and hurt and disappointment that can come at any moment.

Gently, Ukai unfolds Sawamura’s arms so that he can properly hug the kid, bringing him close with a hand wrapped around his back and the other on the back of his head, lightly rubbing circles along his spine. Sawamura’s hands, so small, grip the front of Ukai’s shirt, tears quickly soaking into his shoulder.

“You’re a wonderful captain,” Keishin says, choosing to do for Daichi what he does for his team. He’s going to make sure the kid hears these words, understands, and accepts that they’re facts. “You are an amazing defensive and offensive player. You’re willing to dive for the ball at any moment, to try new plays without the fear of failure. Or even if you do have that fear you don’t let it control you. From what I’ve heard from sensei you’re also a really good student.”

He doesn’t know how much time has passed. His throat is starting to feel a bit sore and his eyes had prickled with heat at some time but the words of positivity and support never stopped flowing.

“Thank you,” Daichi mutters at long last sounding utterly exhausted. Keishin ruffles his hair and pulls him back in for a tighter hug.

The next day, Daichi is one of the last people to arrive at practice, his walk leisurely. The hoops are still down from the basketball team’s morning practice. The gym isn’t chaotic at the moment, with most of the players talking to each other or bumping a ball to each other.

Keishin watches as Daichi ignores Sugawara’s greeting. This pikes his interest. He leans forward on the bench and watches as Daichi heads to the ball cart, grabs a volleyball, and walks to where the basketball court’s half-court line is. The boy draws his arm back and launches the ball at the hoop on the other side of the gym. By some miracle, it falls through the hoop.

The gym is silent.

Hinata, Kageyama, and Nishinoya openly gape.

Tsukishima and Ennoshita look like they’re about to go into shock.

Without looking away from the hoop, Daichi points at Tanaka, who is standing by the cart.

“Give me another,” he says, finally looking over his shoulder with an expression of childish glee on his face. Nishinoya beats Daichi to getting a ball and completely fails at getting the ball even close to the hoop. The rest of the team may be confused but Keishin is happy.

This is one of Daichi’s visibly happiest moments. How can he not be happy about that?

[nomazee]

Komorebi (3)

komorebi, p.3

synopsis: Tsukishima dislikes the amount of parallels there are with you and Hinata. He dislikes the way you're so energetic and exuberant when you want to be, and the way you can get along so well with people. He dislikes the way that people are naturally drawn to you, and the way you're so willing to put time into your dumb gifts and snacks and treats for a team of boys you barely know. 

But Tsukishima does not dislike you. And he supposes that's part of the problem.

series content: developing relationship, (sort of) ooc tsukishima, strangers to (sort of) friends to lovers, angst, fluff, slow burn

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six (final)

(hi!!! heres the third chapter! school has been a bit crazy, i’m still trying to get into the swing of things, so sorry that this chapter took so long!! i’m hoping that once i start getting used to the rhythm of things i’ll figure out a more consistent writing schedule :)

for now, i hope you enjoy this chapter!! <3

also!!! i’m posting this from my ohone so sorry if the formatting is messed up and for not being able to add a cut! once i get back to my laptop i’ll fix it :))

☾.:°∗★.:☆:.★∗°:.☽

With how often you and Hinata chat around him, Tsukishima starts to find the name “Hinata” sounding more and more foreign.

You don’t call your ginger friend “Hinata.” You call him “Shouyo,” the syllables slipping so smoothly and ethereally off your tongue that Tsukishima momentarily remains content with the sound of that name before reverting back to mildly annoyed apathy.

He pauses at that thought. Since when did he start using “ethereal” in anything other than his writing class? Tsukishima clears his throat habitually, adjusts his glasses, and drowns out his inner conflicts with the music blaring through his headphones.

He’s been doing that a lot, and is painfully aware that when it happens, it’s usually because of you.

Tsukishima argues that it’s because you’re just that pesky—that loud in terms of volume and personality and style and habits, but there’s a distance pressure in his lungs that argue otherwise.

He occupies himself with volleyball to run from these things. He never thought much about using the sport as a safe haven, but desperate times call for desperate measures, with “desperate” equaling coming to practice ten minutes late, just when you leave the gym, and ignoring the look of concern that Yamaguchi and his upperclassmen send him.

It’s a worthwhile tactic until you make the executive decision to walk to the konbini with all the first years. A terrible decision, really, Tsukishima thinks.

The sky is a mix of colors by the time he and his teammates leave the gym, spreading like a pastel oil slick over the landscape of Miyagi. The silhouette of a sprinting girl appears, contrasting boldly against the airy hues and bringing with her a laugh that sounds like a bow being dragged against untuned cello strings.

Tsukishima flinches. Hinata’s— Shouyo’s face brightens with a grin. Tsukishima grimaces.

“Hey—! Shouyo, Tadashi, Tobio, Tsukishima, Hitoka—you guys are all here! That’s great!”

He thinks your repetition of everyone’s name is redundant, but his mind can’t help but cling onto how strange his family name sounds against everyone else’s given names. He thinks “Kei” would be much easier to say, and sound more like tuned strings on your voice. Tsu-ki-shi-ma—that’s four entire syllables, and are clumsy to fit into a sentence smoothly. It’s not like “To-bi-o” or “Shou-yo” or “Ta-da-shi” or “Hi-to-ka.” He’s just Tsu-ki-shi-ma to you.

Tsukishima Kei wonders if he’ll always just be Tsukishima for you.

His bone marrow feels cold at that thought. He doesn’t want a label for this feeling, and forces himself to tune into whatever you and Shouyo are talking about.

“Can I go with you guys? I wanted to pick up a few things anyway. I ran out of snacks at home.”

The first-years agree amiably, save for Tobio who nods wordlessly and, of course, Tsukishima, whose eyes find interest in the worn soles of his shoes.

Everyone else’s feet start moving. He follows suit, listening to Yamaguchi chatter until you fall back in step with them, coming loud with glittery eyes and warm cheeks and painted fingernails.

“Hey!” You greet. Tsukishima doesn’t miss the prolonged glance you send to him when Yamaguchi’s the only one responding, but he maintains his facade as you speak.

“What’re you guys going to buy when we get there?”

That’s a stupid question, Tsukishima thinks. A really stupid question, because who plans in detail what they’re going to get at a convenience store?

Yamaguchi, complacent with your redundant question, responds with an enthusiastic list of things he could afford with what leftover cash he has on him. Tsukishima clenches his jaw, molars grinding roughly against each other and causing a dull pain to rise in his temples. He doesn’t particularly know why a rising feeling of anger is coming up his throat, but he thinks it has something to do with the ring of your laugh and the way you close your eyes when you smile at Yamaguchi.

The word “ethereal” returns to him, and he clears his throat as if it would do anything to clear the persistent descriptor.

“What about you, Tsukishima?”

It’d be so much easier if you just called him Kei.

“Don’t know.” Though the curt response isn’t inherently uncharacteristic of him, Yamaguchi quirks an eyebrow at the lack of instigation in the blonde’s tone. There’s no sarcasm, no bite, no hostile lilt of his voice that’s usually present when he talks to anyone (minus his upperclassmen––he at least has some sense of respect when it comes to them).

You exhale deeply through your nose, and a swift glance at your expression lets Tsukishima know of your returning dejection at his monotone answers. You seem to find a new drive, though, spontaneously jerking back up and smiling at him with as much enthusiasm as you could muster.

“By the way, about the scarf––” He’s nauseous now. He hopes you can take the hint and stop talking about the scarf. He doesn’t want to think about how it's been folded neatly on your chair for the past week and how every time he looks at it he thinks of you and it’s getting on his nerves.

“––You have to handwash it. In a basin with cold or lukewarm water and detergent. If you put it in the washing machine, it’ll probably fall apart. And you have to let it lay out and dry by itself.”

Tsukishima thinks that if he tries opening his mouth and retorting some how, he’ll puke all over your lace-knit cardigan (which he thinks you knitted yourself judging by the awkwardly spaced stitches along the sleeves and the way the cuffs lay unevenly on your wrists) and he’d rather not face that public humiliation.

He settles for a curt nod and a flit of his eyes towards his laces, once again, and he tries to ignore how your eyes seem to trail on the way his hands grip his backpack strap just a little bit tighter.

You turn to Yamaguchi, give a light smile and a nod, and speed up your steps to fall in line with Kageyama, Hinata, and Yachi again.

Yamaguchi’s eyes linger on his best friend, which Tsukishima pointedly ignores. A heavy sigh escapes the shorter boy's lips as he gives off an exhausted smile and a shake of his head.

“Oh, Tsukishima.”

“Shut up.”

“Gotcha.”

Tsukishima is embarrassed. Humiliated, even. He didn’t even need to puke on your cardigan to feel this way. You just needed to exist, and he needed to keep being his stupid, apathetic, sarcastic self and hurt your feelings in order to make his stomach swirl and lungs tighten.

Tsukishima Kei is in deep. He knows that. He doesn’t want to say it out loud for everyone to hear, but by the knowing look that Yamaguchi keeps sending him, he’s been obvious enough about it to get someone as close as him to notice.

[haikyuuvbc]

Do You Comma Here Often? Chapter 2: Thinking About Your Homework Again?

Taglist:  @elianetsantana @ anejuuuuoy @chaichai-the-weeb @animeflower26​ @navymacaroons​ @faithfulferns

     After dinner, Tobio and Hajime directed you where to sit for the game after arguing where the best position was to sit and see everyone well. You got to your seat a little bit early, but Tsukishima kept you company as he was sitting next to you. He explained that he went to high school with Tobio and the fiery redhead, Hinata, that you had met at dinner. He gives you a brief breakdown of the team members that he knows, Tobio, Hinata, Bokuto, Ushijima, Atsumu, and Sakusa, the ones that he met in high school through various games. He asked how you knew Hajime and Tobio and you explained that you went to middle school with them and managed the Kitagawa volleyball team, so you knew the boys. You’re a year younger than Iwaizumi and Oikawa, making you a year older than Kageyama, Tsukishima, and Hinata. A few more of Tsukishima’s friends joined the two of you right before the game. 

     It was strange. During the dinner you had mentioned that you hadn’t had much time for socializing that wasn’t required for school, so it was always a struggle to make friends. After Bokuto and Hinata announced that they would happily be your friends, which you were grateful, you noticed that Tsukishima became a bit more inclusive with his jabs and jokes towards the group. If you had known any better, you would assume that he was attempting to be nice to you. Tsukishima’s other friends, Yachi and Yamaguchi, were also really nice and went to school with Tobio and Hinata as well. Overwhelmed, you were trying to keep up with all the names of the people being introduced and mentioned to you when the game started. It was nice to focus on a game instead of all the other people.

     The game was good. It had been a couple of years since you’ve been able to go to a game, being busy and all, so it was nice to see your old friends and new friends in action. It was also really fun to see Tobio so invested in a game. The game seemed to draw out forever, but the energy and emotion ran high the entire time. Bokuto’s team, the MSBY Jackals, ended up winning 2 out of 3 sets. Tsukishima signaled that your group should take their time going to meet up with the others, which you were fine with. There wasn’t any reason to rush, especially since the players will be doing post-game interviews and need to shower anyway. This gave you time to meet up with another friend of Bokuto who is not actually an athlete.

     At first glance, the tall man with slightly unruly hair and glasses, introduced as Akaashi, was attractive to you. He seemed intelligent and he had to be a good person if he was friends with Bokuto. He shook your hand, said it was nice to meet you, and then introduced the person who was with him to the group. Silently thanking whatever forces were out there that you weren’t the only semi-newcomer to the group, you soon learn that Tenma, Akaashi’s acquaintance also played volleyball in Miyagi, but graduated before any of you made it to high school. Akaashi’s gaze was on you for the majority of the conversation, a little intense, but you tried not to judge it. 

     “Bokuto mentioned that you’re a grad student, Y/N?” Akaashi asks, breaking some of the ice that had formed around his being.

     “Yeah,” you answer, cheerfully. “I’m in my last semester. I study composition and I just so happen to be the top of my class.” Normally when you drop this fact, people look impressed like Yachi, Yamaguchi, or even Tenma. However, Akaashi looked pensive. He nods.

     “Tenma-san here is a mangaka.”

     “Oh really?” You reply, eyes going wide. “I have to admit, I’ve never really read manga myself, but I always admire the hard work that goes into it,” this bit is directed towards Tenma. “What series are you working on now?”

     “Zombie Knight Zomb’ish,” the man with long hair answers. 

     “My cousins love the series,” is honestly all you can comment about. It was easy at this point to say that Akaashi was looking down at you for not knowing anything about manga, despite being a Literature Major. Throwing your intentions of not judging him out the window, you grimace mentally. You weren’t quite sure why he was acting this way, but before you could consider it more, you hear an enthusiastic and loud “hey, hey, hey!” coming from behind you, signalling Bokuto’s arrival. The owl-ish man came bounding up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around in the process.

     “Y/N, Y/N, did you see me out there!?” You snap out of your thoughts and put your attention on your new friend.

     “Yeah, Bokuto, you were awesome! You all were,” you direct to the entirety of the players. With a chorus of thanks, you also notice Iwaizumi walking up in your direction, giving you a wave, which you returned, grateful for a friend who knows how to socialize normally. Tobio is, of course, a great friend, but when it comes to reading your awkwardness in a situation? Forget it. Iwaizumi could tell that something was bothering you, so it was no surprise that he came directly to you, looking at you directly to figure out if you were okay. He could tell that you were no longer having fun. Even if you weren't sure what, something about Akaashi was rubbing you the wrong way, and what’s worse is that he could clearly tell that he was having that effect on you and he wasn't attempting to ease the feeling or clear the air. Akaashi’s piercing eyes didn’t let up on their gaze on you, and his face stayed in the same stoic resting phase as it had the entire conversation. Iwaizumi could sense this. He states to you in a plain tone, 

     “Thinking about your homework again?” This was always your excuse when you had to leave something or couldn’t join an activity, even if it wasn’t true. Tobio perked up when Iwaizumi asked this, finally picking up that you were uncomfortable. You swallow and nod, adding,

     “There’s just so much I have to do before starting my internship next week.” Bokuto exclaims,

     “Internship? Are you going to be interning at a publishing firm?” His ability to learn so much about a person in such a short time made you smile as you answer.

     “Yeah, I start next week, although I don’t know what assignment I’ll get. They’re going to tell us Monday morning.”

     “That’s amazing, Y/N! Do you know which company?”

     “Vie Publishing,” you answer.

     “That’s where Akaashi works!” Your voice catches in your throat and you try not to look as uncomfortable as you feel.

     “Oh, really?”

     “How cool is that? Running into you was fate for this whole friend group!” You laugh nervously and retort,

     “Running into me was you not paying attention to where you were going, Bokuto.” Bokuto laughs boisterously when Iwaizumi nudges you again, reminding you of your excuse.

     “Well,” you begin your exit. “It was really nice meeting everyone, but I really need to get started on my homework as soon as I can.” 

     “I’ll drive you home,” Iwaizumi offers, which you accept. You wave at everyone and start to walk off with your friend, who offers you his arm for support once you reach the stairs. To an outsider, it could look romantic. To the outsiders in the group, it did.

Chapter 1    Series Masterlist    Chapter 3

[sylphid187]

Coming Home, Taking Flight ‐ Chapter 1: Touchdown, Japan

A look into Hinata's return to Japan, his interactions with his friends, and how he makes it into the MSBY Black Jackals.

Reposting Chap 1 in text format.

His plane lands on an early morning, the sun just about to rise, as if it's rays were greeting him and welcoming him back.

Hinata Shouyou steps into Sendai Airport with a big smile and a feeling of euphoria. After two years navigating through the sands of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Shouyou was finally home. Two grueling years of trying his best to master the sands, to stand on his own two feet, for the chance to compete with the monsters that were waiting for him here. He was finally confident enough to say that he knew how to stand on his own on the court. He no longer needed to be branded as anyone's accessory, and he's finally found a way to fight his own battles.

He was ready to show the world that Ninja Shouyou was finally home where he belongs, and the first thing he has to do to make that happen...is to head to baggage claim.

Hinata navigates the airport with ease, as he successfully locates his things, and makes sure to double check that nothing is missing. He didn't want a repeat of when his money got stolen in Rio, so he takes ample time to check that he has everything, before making his way to the arrivals bay.

It feels odd to Shouyou. The sensation of finally being home, but also the feeling of starting something new once again. Here he is back in familiar territory, and after two years of making a name for himself on the beach, he is once again a complete stranger to those in the world of professional indoor volleyball. But that's okay. Shouyou's used to not being in the spotlight, being the decoy, the odd one out. He'd just have to find a way to make sure he makes an impression on the court.

He's just exited through the arrivals gate, baggage in tow, and about to grab his phone from his pocket to send a message to his mom regarding his arrival. Suddenly, another body barrels into him and envelopes him into a big, tight hug.

"Nii-chan! Welcome Home!" Shouyou doesn't even need to look to know who it is, and he immediately hugs back. For two years he's missed this. Two years of missing his little sister's birthday, her entrance to Niiyama Girl's High School, her volleyball tryouts and her overall presence. It feels like ages since Hinata has seen Natsu, feeling as if he's already missed so much in the short two years he's been gone. The thought of missing all of her newest milestones, and of not being able to see her whenever he came home at the end of the day, just makes Shouyou tighten his hold on her.

"Natsu. I missed you." He tells her, while eagerly lifting her up with ease. She's gotten much taller, her smile still bright and her eyes still sparkling like they used to.

"I missed you too Nii-chan." Natsu pushes away a bit, still being held up by her brother, and smiles wide. "Nii-chan you got a tan!"

Shouyou grins and lets out a laugh. "And you got taller! Unfair! You're probably going to end up taller than me!" He puts her back down, waits for her feet to properly touch the floor, and ruffles her hair with his other hand, full of affection. He notes in relief that Natsu still loved the attention from her big brother. He won't mention it out loud, but he's happy that, at least, hasn't changed.

He breaks their little moment together, when he notices that Natsu is alone. "Wait, I thought mom said she couldn't come to pick me up today? Because of work?" he asks her confused, he was already ready to book a taxi to make his way home. Shouyou didn't want to burden his family knowing that his flight would arrive extremely early.

"She couldn't." Natsu says with the grin never leaving her face. "Someone else is here to pick you up Nii-chan, I just got mom's permission to tag along."

As if on cue, not one, but multiple footsteps could be heard rushing towards them. "Hinata!!" Shouyou looks up and can't help his smile from widening even more.

"Yamaguchi! Yachi! Saltyshima!" He hears Natsu laugh at this.

"Seriously? I show up here for you and that's the first thing you say to me? I should have stayed home. Tsk." Tsukishima crosses his arms but a smirk is definitely etched on his face.

"Aw don't say that Tsukki!" Shouyou grins back. How he's missed this, bantering with Tsukishima.

"Don't call me that."

"Saltyshima it is then!"

The other two Karasuno alumni then immediately rush in between the them to give Hinata each big hugs. Yachi hugs him first, complete with the tears of joy in her eyes as she revels in seeing her friend again after two years. Yamaguchi hugs him next, laughing and joking at his height and new tanned look. "I can't believe how tall you've gotten Hinata! You're not so small anymore!"

"Yama-yama! I missed you! I hope you kept Slatyshima in line while I was away." Shouyou sees Tsukishima's eyebrows raise, and he just grins. Yachi and Natsu are chatting in the sidelines, while noting how Shouyou has changed so much in two years.

"Where do you even get these nicknames." Tsukishima sighs.

"Don't worry Saltyshima! I made sure to buy a special souvenir just for you." Shouyou grins.

"Oh god." Tsukishima sighs.

He hears Yamaguchi laugh again at their playful exchange, before they each begin to help him carry some of his belongings. "Now come on you two, I know you missed each other" Yachi starts "but we have to get going now, we have to drive the Hinatas' back home!"

"Awww you guys are driving me?" Shouyou exclaims, and then his smile softens. "You guys didn't have to. I didn't want anyone to go through the trouble, really."

"We wanted to." Yachi assures him softly. "Did you really think we would let you travel all the way back home by yourself?"

"Well..."

"Besides, we had to fight Kenma-san for this chance so..." she says with a grin.

"Wait what?" Shouyou asks, confused. He looks over at Natsu to ask for answers, but she shakes her head and replies. "Don't worry about it too much Nii-chan. They were able to reach a pretty good compromise."

"Compromise for what?" he asks again, but no one seems to want to answer him.

"Don't worry about it." Yachi tells him again with a wink. "That's something for you to look forward to."

Yamaguchi grins and chooses now to butt in. "Think about it this way, Tsukki loves you enough to drive for you, Hinata."

Shouyou looks over to the side and he's pretty sure he sees Tsukishima twitch. "Awwwwww Saltyshima!! I knew you loved me!" Yachi and Natsu giggle in the background as Tsukishima lets out a huff.

"First off, Yamaguchi shut up." a small, practiced 'sorry Tsukki' could be heard in the background. "Second, I only agreed to do this because everyone else was worried you'd get lost somewhere if we left you to find your way home on your own."

"Alright Tsukki, whatever you say. Whatever gets you to sleep better at night." Shouyou grins. 

"Let's just go before I leave you here, you shrimp."

Yachi laughs as she pats Tsukishima on the back, and tells him in a singsong voice. "He's not a shrimp anymore."

Soon enough, they eventually get to moving and continue to walk and talk. Once they make it to the car, with Tsukishima driving, Yamaguchi in the passengers seat and the two females and himself at the back, Shouyou can't help but look around the scenery outside. It's finally hitting him that he's back in Japan for real.

Japan's scenery passes by them in a blur as they drive past, and Shouyou begins to ask his sister about how she's been in school. Natsu is ecstatic to tell her brother all about her volleyball games in Niiyama. "You should have seen me Nii-chan! We're going to make our way to Nationals just like you guys did!"

"We should play together some time Natsu! I can toss for you!" He exclaims in excitement. The idea of playing the sport he loved with the sister he loved made Shouyou extremely happy. Getting to share his love of the sport with Natsu was something he was very much looking forward to. 

"I can't wait to see that. Think you can toss better than the king now?" And even when he's driving, Tsukishima could still look smug through the rearview mirror.

Shouyou laughs. "I don't think so, but I've been getting some practice in, these past two years. That, and the Grand King taught me." The thrill of playing with Oikawa-san in the beaches of Brazil will never truly wear off. And Shouyou will happily boast about that fact that Argentina's very own Oikawa Tooru had been one of the people who'd taught him the basics of setting. That, and Oikawa-san's image of his face hitting the sands mid-dive, will also be forever imbedded in Shouyou's memory. 

The conversation eventually drifts away from volleyball and Shouyou begins to ask his friends how other members of their old Karasuno team have been. He briefly wonders if he'd have the time to properly visit everyone during his short stay in Miyagi before his tryouts, but knows this might be best postponed at a latter time, when he is better settled in. The last thing he would want is to rush a reunion just because he had no time available at the moment.  

"Suga-senpai is a teacher now, and Daichi-san works for the Miyagi Police Force. They're living together now, I think?." starts Yamaguchi. It's no surprise to all of them that their captain and vice-captain eventually ended up together. Even during high school, the two were already considered as the pseudo parents of the team. 

Yachi then claps her hands together before continuing "Asahi-san's new line is supposed to be out soon too! And Nishinoya-san is still travelling I think. I've seen most of his photos on social media!"

"Am I the only one surprised about Tanaka-san and Kiyoko-san?" Tsukishima states. "Is no one going to mention that?"

Shouyou can't help but laugh at that "Now you're just being mean."

"So are you telling me that it didn't surprise you when you found out?" Tsukishima looks at him from the mirror and raises an eyebrow.

"Well...." It's true that the mentioned couple was definitely one of the most surprising, but Shouyou likes to think that Kiyoko-san would definitely balance out Tanaka-senpai pretty well. 

"It definitely surprised me! Can't believe he actually did it." says Yamaguchi with a grin. 

"I can't believe she said yes."

"Tsukki!"

"Again, weren't you guys just as surprised?"

"Oh yeah, definitely." agrees Yachi with a small laugh of her own.

"I rest my case."

The drive home continues as they laugh and reminisce, and soon enough Shouyou feels himself drifting off. The tiredness suddenly overcoming him as he slowly begins to fall into slumber, and let out a yawn. He faintly hears teasing coming from Tsukishima, while Yachi and Yamaguchi are telling the latter to let him get his rest. As he continues to lose consciousness and let sleep overtake him, he feels a head rest on his shoulder and forces his eyes open for a few more minutes, only to see Natsu looking up at him.

"Welcome home Nii-chan." she tells him softly.

"Glad to be home Natsu. I missed you tons." He tells her, as he slowly reaches up, with his other arm, and pats her head. "I'm proud of you, and I hope you're ready to have me back. Because I have two years worth of memories to make up for."

Natsu smiles wide. "Of course Nii-chan. I missed you tons too. Things weren't the same without you." she leans into his side a little more before speaking again. "I can't wait to watch you play in the league." she tells him softly. Seems like Natsu was also starting to drift to sleep. Shouyou is unsure if any of the others are still talking at this point, but he figures they're probably also giving the siblings some time to catch up on their own, even if it was just for a little while. 

Shouyou chuckles. "I have to show up to tryouts and make it into a team first Natsu."

"You will. You'll make it, I know you will." Natsu says with certainty.

"If I do, you'll be the first to know, I promise." He tells her. His eyes are beginning to close now. It's feels like it's been ages since he's had a moment like this with Natsu. Shouyou wants to revel in it, just a little longer.

"You mean WHEN you do."  Natsu tells him again, firmly. "Believe in yourself more Nii-chan. You're Hinata Shouyou, and people are about to see just what you're made of."

Shouyou already knows the team he wants to be in, knows the capabilities of the players in the Black Jackal's roster, and knows the names and faces to some of those greats. Shouyou knows within himself that he is good enough, he just has to find a way to get others to see how high he can fly.

He smiles as he lets Natsu's words of encouragement and comfort wash over him. How lucky he is, Shouyou thinks, to have the best people surrounding him in this life. Natsu is right. He's trained hard to compete with the monsters of today, the last thing he has room for is self-doubt.

As Shouyou fully lets his thoughts drift, and his body give in to the lull of sleep, he feels his sister already drifting beside him with her head still on his shoulders. In the background, he thinks he hears what sounds like a camera clicking, and is sure that either Yachi or Yamaguchi has taken a photo of himself and Natsu while drifting. 'I should ask to see that photo later'

This warmth and comfort he surrounds himself with, and the excitement of the days to come are Shouyou's continuous reminders that:

It really was great, to be back home.

[spidermandni]

𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 — 𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑘𝑒𝑖

note — this is a fem!reader oneshot but if i do actually write more of these, they’ll just be gender neutral. this is also really messy because it’s the first time i’ve done something like this.. anyway, i hope you enjoy it! WAIT I FORGOT TO ADD THAT THIS IS BASED OFF OF WISH YOU WERE SOBER BY CONAN GRAY!! okay bye <3

pt two

word count — 1958 words

tsukishima kei has a crush on you, one of his best friends

it’s sort of obvious to everyone except for you, which is really cliché but hey !!!

he can’t ignore his feelings and you’re very oblivious to the point where it’s ridiculous

an example? tsukishima will literally stare at you for like 10 whole minutes during class and you’ll finally look up from your desk but when you catch him

all you do is give him the biggest grin before going back to work which makes him wanna slam his head into his desk repeatedly

he’ll even compliment you and buy little snacks for you during breaks at school

“[last name], here. i got you that dumb chocolate snack you like...”

and you would turn from yamaguchi and look at tsukki like he was the one who put all the stars in the sky

“you... you got my favorite snack for me?” here you go tearing up and him refusing to make eye contact while holding his hand out

you immediately stand up give him a giant hug and stuff your face into his chest, he grunts and rolls his eyes before shaking you off and dropping the snack on your lunch box

a tiny bit of blush is visible on his face and yamaguchi snickers on the side

“hey, [last name]. your, uh, your hair looks cute today.” he stares at his feet as the three of you are walking to school together

“woooow, so i don’t look cute every day, tsukki?” you turn to him with a slight smirk on his face. he shoves you and scoffs, “shut up before i take it back, dummy.”

you’re just purely oblivious to every attempt he made to get farther with you,

this was the farthest he was gonna be able to get anyway seeing as he was a very awkward person when it came to dating and things like that.

tsukishima isn’t that type of person to socialize with a lot of people but you were. you’re that type of friend that would see one of your friends in the hallway while walking with tsukki and strike up a random conversation while he’s standing there awkwardly

but you refused to let tsukki continue to be that person 😡

which is why you were now begging him to go with you to one of the pre-summer parties!!!

“c’mon, tsukki, pleeeeeease! pretty please with a cherry on top!” you tug at his shirt and give him a puppy dog eye expression while he was dragging the both of you to the cafeteria

“no.” your jaw drops and you scoff, “why noooooot? you never go to parties with yamaguchi and i.” you give him the look again as soon as he looks down at you which causes him to whip his head back up

a noticeable blush on his face while he grumbles under his breath. “what?” you quirk your eyebrow at him

“because i don’t know anybody you know!” he stops walking and stuffs his hands into his pockets

you gasp and pout once again (it’s your thing), “yes you do! it’s kuroo’s party!!” he rolls his eyes (and that’s his thing hehe) before walking off again with you falling behind

“please, please! i won’t ask for anything else ever again! i promise, i really do like i’m serious this time!” you were now pleading in the middle of the hallway which had several people staring at you like you were out of your mind

“you said that last time when you begged me last minute to help you study for our math exam.”

“well-” he cuts you off, “and when you wanted to go get milkshakes at 1am.” you wince and try to argue against him

“but-” you groan as he lists another example, “also that one time when you begged me to watch that new horror movie with you because you were scared to go alone.”

“okay! okay! that was not my fault! there were a lot of jumpscares so i needed you! but this is different, i really do promise. pleeease, i won’t ask for anything e-”

“fuck! fine, i’ll go. just stop talking about it.” you squeal and throw your arms around him. “thank you, thank you, thank you, tha-” he flicks you in the forehead and you jump back but the grin was still visible on your face

“hurry up, yamaguchi is waiting.” he stares at the ceiling while walking but you just kept rambling on about the party

a few days later when it was finally friday night, you face timed tsukishima and as soon as he answered you shrieked

“ooooooo, tsukki! who you lookin’ cute for?” you give him a smile paired with a wink.

“when are we supposed to be there?” he ignores your question and gives you an annoyed look.

“in like thirty minutes! yama is catchin' a ride with suga, daichi, hinata, and kags. they told me to just go with you, i guess they don’t enjoy my company.” you let out an artificial weep while clutching your invisible pearls.

he chuckles while staring at your expression, “well you saying that sounds like you don’t enjoy my company, so maybe i’ll just go alone-”

“nope, see you in a few, love you!”

tsukishima heard the familiar sounds that play after a facetime call ends and he sighs

after a few minutes of preparing to go get you and what to say, he finally heads out. when he finally arrives outside your home, tsukishima rests his head on the steering wheel.

what the fuck is he gonna do at this party?

he can’t just stay by your side the whole time... or can he? NO! he can’t, you probably wouldn’t allow it and force him to socialize.

tsukishima huffs and eventually decides to pull himself out of his car to retrieve you. as soon as he knocks, somebody screams “i’m coming!” and stomping is heard.

the door is swung open and you’re stood there in all your glory. the blonde boy can feel his heart stop and it feels as if he literally stopped breathing. you look really pretty, like really, really pretty.

you’re wearing baggy ripped jeans that sort of clings to your waist with a rainbow crop top and it’s paired with boots that are barely visible because of the jeans. an accidental “wow.” flows from the tall boy’s lips

“what? do i look cute?” a wide grin appears on your face as you spin to show off your look

he covers the bottom half of his face and it’s barely audible when he says “you look pretty.” you giggle and push at his shoulder, “better be careful, tsukki! you might fall in love with me!”

when you finish your sentence, you throw a kiss his way and he just walks back to his car before you catch him looking like a tomato. “wait! wait, wait!”

you quickly close and lock your front door to chase after him. he opens the passenger seat door and waits for you to get inside before closing it. “woooooah! tsukki is becoming a gentleman now!”

“shut up.” and the drive begins to kuroo’s house. it doesn’t take long because you both just begin talking about anything that comes to mind and when you finally get there, a bunch of greetings is said.

immediately, you’re both separated and talking to different people. there were moments when you crossed paths but you were on the other side of the room, downing drinks with your other friends

and whenever he tried to make his way towards you, yamaguchi would drag him to do some random activity like play beer pong or whatever

time had passed and though tsukishima didn’t know how much, he was already tired. he felt somebody’s hand latch onto his arm and begin pulling him towards a room

“tsukishima, c’mon! we’re playing spin the bottle!” your hand clutches harder as you turn to look at him and you have a soft flush on your face along with a small smile

there was a large group in the living room playing childish games in a circle as you pulled him down and he plops with you. “let’s go! tsukishima is finally livin' a little.” bokuto screams and throws his hands

“only because [last name] is forcing him.” hinata says and gets nudged by yachi with a light glare. the game begins and a bunch of random kisses are shared. kuroo and bokuto, shimizu and akaashi, and sawamura with a girl he didn’t know

finally someone had spun the bottle and it landed on tsukishima, but you squealed out of anger. “absolutely not!”

kuroo cackles, “why not, [last name]?” everyone starts giggling while some are waiting to see what you argue with

“tsukki can’t kiss anyone but me!” you cross your arms across your chest and turn to stare tsukishima down with intimidation which, clearly, wasn’t working as few started bursting into laughter

yachi is looking at you with wide eyes, sugawara has his head in his hands, and kageyama is wheezing at tsukishima’s flustered expression.

“hey! tsukishima, seems like [last name] has a big crush on you!” nishinoya snickers while tanaka is sitting beside him losing his mind.

tsukki scoffs and stands the both of you up, “i’m going to take her home before she embarrasses herself. good night, don’t do anything stupid.”

“we won’t!” “we’ll try!” and with that, he was off while dragging you to his car with him

“awe... tsukki, does that mean you don’t wanna kiss me?” he can actually hear the pout in your voice. “that’s not it, [last name]. j-just be quiet.”

he began playing music to keep you occupied during the car ride back to your home as he thought about what the literal fuck just happened.

when he finally pulled up at your house, he went to your side to let you out but you started making grabby hands at him which obviously meant: you weren’t getting out this car unless he carried you.

a few minutes later and after a bit of arguing, the tall boy was now holding an already asleep girl in his arms like you were a toddler. you had given him your house key before just incase so it was easy for him to get you inside.

he helped you change into your pajamas and prepared headache pills and water for you in the morning when you would wake up with a hard hitting headache along with a tiny note on the side. he gave a light kiss to your forehead before leaving.

as soon as he reached his home, tsukishima cleaned himself up before laying down to rest.

he sighs as he lays there because fuck. he’s really in love with the cutest idiot on earth.

now he regrets leaving that note, and he’s stressing over the fact that he had too much confidence in that moment.

tsukishima eventually, after 30 minutes of overthinking, falls asleep.

when you rise in the morning, you look an absolute mess. you groan with a grumble of annoyance and turn on your side to see what tsukishima left.

immediately, flashbacks of last night come to your brain. you stuff your face into your pillow as you let out an embarrassed scream.

you completely embarrassed yourself in front of your best friend.

after wallowing in self pity for a few minutes, you reach for the pills and the water and finish them off.

when you’re done and turn back over to see if he left anything else, you see the note and grab it with swiftness.

What you said was really sweet but I wish you were sober when you said it. - Tsukishima Kei

[volleydorkscentral]

ANSWER ALL OF THE QUESTIONS IN THE UNUSUAL ASK GAME, YOU COWARD.

First of all: 

Second, questions under the cut: 

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? - Spotify! all the way. i hoarse my bf’s account so he can never listen but i don’t care it’s mine now it’s full of my music and my playlists and whenever i’m listening to it and it suddenly changes cause he tries to use it on his phone I call him, “are you using spotify?” “oh. i mean i can listen to something else?” “cool, thanks!” and i get my music back. :D

is your room messy or clean? - it’s somewhere in between. my actual ROOM (bed room, i assume) is pretty clean, except i never make the bed. but the house is .. a work in progress. it’s not dirty but it’s cluttered so my bf and I are having to work together to clear that and build shelves and stuff for more storage space.

what color are your eyes? - dark brown! (with little green flecks when I cry)

do you like your name? why? - Not really? i don’t hate it. My mom wanted to name me Savannah but they had her sign the certificate while she was still drugged from her c-section so it ended up as Crystal?? Idk. She named her dolls Crystal when she was a kid.

what is your relationship status? - dating for almost six years. 

how many times a week do you shower? uhhh idk. I don’t shower every day (unless i get gross). AT LEAST four times… but I don’t wash my hair every time cause that’s bad for my hair. I SHOWER WHEN I AM DIRTY.

favorite tv show? does Haikyuu!! count? that’s probably a given. HM. Well, we don’t have cable so I don’t watch a lot of NEW shows? …. OH. Duh. Fuckin me I’m a dumbass. Bob’s Burgers. I literally have it on ALL THE TIME. I don’t like silence so it’s ALWAYS on in the background if i’m not listening to music. I’ve seen every episode a zillion times. I can usually pinpoint every scene and the major lines/jokes.

shoe size? most brands it’s 5 1/2 

how tall are you? SHORTER THAN NISHINOYA BUT TALLER THAN YACHI. I’m like… 5ft-5’1 depending on how much my back hurts. (i used that earlier and someone said it was funny and i’m trash so i’ll repeat it here!)

sandals or sneakers? i wear Bobs LOL. (knock off toms) and i’ve got one pair of sneakers and sometimes I wear my ballet flats around even though my bf says they look dumb fuck u they’re comfy.

do you go to the gym? No. I used to, but where I live now it’d be like a 45 min drive. I don’t really LIKE gyms though? working out is boring to me. No matter how hard I try. I’d love to start dancing again for real.

describe your dream date - April 25th because it’s not too cold and not too hot. Okay but jk that’s a lie where I live it’s balls hot in april. Idk. I’d like to go hiking when it’s not very hot? Take my dog, let her run around. Take a picnic. Sit in a grassy field and talk about dumb shit cause we know each other’s dreams and hopes by now.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? UHM. fuck like…. $27? i know there’s a twenty and a handful of ones. And a handful of change.

what color socks are you wearing? - NONE. MY FEET ARE COLD. FOREVER COLD.

how many pillows do you sleep with? - pft like 6.

do you have a job? what do you do? - No; I quit after being over worked, under appreciated, cheated out of my paychecks a few times, and no job still due to lingering health issues.

how many friends do you have? answered this already!

whats the worst thing you have ever done? - UHM. Idk i haven’t murdered anyone. I don’t like this question cause if i really try to answer it i’ll spiral into a frustrated, furious depression and self-hatred so… NOPE.

whats your favorite candle scent? i’ve got this candle i got from etsy that’s like… Scottish Highlands? It’s grassy and kinda MAGICY.

3 favorite boy names - i don’t really have favorite names?

3 favorite girl names - answered already

favorite actor? god idk. i’m so bad with names and celebrities. uhm. I really like don’t have a favorite. I LIKE a bunch. Benedict Cumberbatch; Freddie Highmore… uhm. uh. Hugh Laurie? 

favorite actress? IDK OKAY?? I LIKE a bunch but i don’t favorite?? I really like Gwendoline Christie. Uhm. Anne Hathaway makes me laugh. MAGGIE SMITH. how could i forget!??!

who is your celebrity crush? I LEGIT don’t have one.

favorite movie? CLUE takes the top spot most days.

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I used to read a lot more. The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

money or brains?  personality, bitch.

do you have a nickname? what is it? not *really* but people online used to call me Chrys. My bf calls me ‘sweetie’ sometimes but he also calls the dog that so… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

how many times have you been to the hospital? - uhm. like the er? Once when I broke my arm. Doc in the box? Not since 2017.

top 10 favorite songs - PFT. Uhm. Jesus just let me die a little. Excluding all Disney; Not in any order:

No One - Biometrix

Danser - Lisandro Cuxi

A Single Moment of Sincerity (E) - Asking Alexandria (the band I was listening to when I designed my rockstar MC that I love so much)

The Annabel Trilogy (a series of 3 albums) - Alesana. Can’t pick a single song because they’re all a part of a huge story. Listen to them.

Chucky vs. The Giant Tortoise - Dance Gavin Dance

Anticoagulant - Sianvar

Ohioisonfire - Of Mice & Men

Coincidance - Handsome Dancer (Watch the Video for the love of god. THANKS ASH FOR THIS GEM)

Devil’s Backbone - The Civil Wars

Still Here - Digital Daggers (i’ve been listening it to a lot for inspiration for a new AU so… yup. That’s gonna be fun and painful)

do you take any medications daily? - yup

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) - i got dry ass skin it sucks

what is your biggest fear? - uhm… physical fear? idk. Heights is a big one that I developed? I used to not care but a while ago I was walking on a bridge and I just… looked over and got FUCKING DIZZZY with nausea and fear that I was gonna fall and almost fainted. 

how many kids do you want? - HONESTLY… one or two.

whats your go to hair style? - tried to brush but gave up so just threw it in a claw clip

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) - moderate? one story, four bedrooms. big ass yard though for the dog

who is your role model? - I don’t really have one.

what was the last compliment you received? - answered already

what was the last text you sent? - actual TEXT message? ‘as long as there’s someone with her overnight she’ll be okay during the day cause of the dog door and stuff. just play with her before you go to work and maybe hide some treats around the house for her to hunt for’ - texting my friend that’s gonna house sit while we go on a family vacation soon.

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? - UH idk the age? i know I saw my mom writing scavenger cards though. My fam has never had a lot of money so to make Christmas more interesting my mom/grandparents (we lived with them till I was in 3rd grade) would make these elaborate scavenger hunts for me and my cousins to do to find our presents around the house or out in the barn or, on one memorable occasion, at the bottom of our pool! Good memories. 

what is your dream car? - one that RUNS and has badass AC and speakers

opinion on smoking? - hate it. please don’t do it around me. my bf’s family alllllll smoke all the time and i get so sick when i have to go on vacation with them and be around it for a long time. 

do you go to college? - i DID. I went to Culinary school and majored in Baking & Pastry

what is your dream job? - Author or Dog Trainer

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? - rural as all hell. give me trees, cows, and horses. 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? Not usually? but usually the people i’m with do. 

do you have freckles? Not on my face (except one) but i’ve got more like… on my arms and just randomly all over but i dont think ‘freckles’ would be what anyone thinks of when they think of me

do you smile for pictures? - only if i’m forced to be in them

how many pictures do you have on your phone?  - HAHAHAHAHAHA. Well. Before I got my new phone it was over 10k. Now though its only about 2k. 

have you ever peed in the woods? - Only when I was camping. 

do you still watch cartoons? - ALL THE GODDAMN TIME

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? - neither. but i HATE WENDYS and can tolerate McD’s fries and they’ve got ballin’ sweet tea so I guess McD.

Favorite dipping sauce? this honey dijon creamy thing at my favorite French restaurant but idk what is is.

what do you wear to bed? - t-shirt 

have you ever won a spelling bee? - YUP. 2nd grade.  

what are your hobbies? - writing, crocheting, photography, reading, uh… i forget what else

can you draw? when i was doing it all the time i did ok? but i’m WAY TOO IMPATIENT now a days to do it. 

do you play an instrument? - no but i wish i did :(

what was the last concert you saw? - i’ve never been to a concert. crowds are icky

tea or coffee? - tea!

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? - already answered this

do you want to get married? - Yes pls

what is your crush’s first and last initial? - (bf, but I suppose i still have a crush on him? is love considered a crush?) J. Y. 

are you going to change your last name when you get married? god yes. my current last name is my shitbag of a sperm doner and i hate it. my mom kept it after they divorced only cause she thought her maiden name would be too hard for me to spell but i would give anything to have that name instead

what color looks best on you? - idk. i prefer black but i’ve been told green and certain shades of pink/yellow. 

do you miss anyone right now? - not until i thought about it, thanks

do you sleep with your door open or closed? open so my pupper can go in and out

do you believe in ghosts? not until i’m faced with darkness and creepy things 

what is your biggest pet peeve? people chewing their food loud. people not picking up after themselves. people interrupting me (but not in the excited, OMG way. that we can work though) but in the ‘i don’t care what you’re saying i’m going to talk now’ way

last person you called` - my bf to discuss plans for his brother’s bday

favorite ice cream flavor? cookies n’ cream!

regular oreos or golden oreos? DOUBLE STUFF OF EITHER

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? FUCK SPRINKLES

what shirt are you wearing? a shirt that has my dog’s face on it :D

what is your phone background? - the art that Ash drew of Bokuto from my fic Just a Taste!!

are you outgoing or shy? - i hate talking to strangers but with my friends i’m pretty fucking loud and chatty

do you like it when people play with your hair? only people i know

do you like your neighbors? nope. he’s an asshole who neglected his dog and i wanna skin him alive

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? i do my best to remember to do it at night but i always do it when i shower

have you ever been high? yup. 

have you ever been drunk? yup

last thing you ate? BIRTHDAY CAKE

favorite lyrics right now - idk? i guess the first lyrics that came to mind, even though they’re not my favorite, just ones that i like and were stuck in my head for a while: “All of the handsome fiction / will melt away / and when the flame burns brighter / Evaporate” Evaporate - Dance Gavin Dance

summer or winter?  WINTER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. IT’S SO FUCKING HOT IN SUMMER I DIE EVERY DAY

day or night? both have their merits

dark, milk, or white chocolate? - all chocolate but i prefer white to just EAT. 

favorite month? uhm. uhh. November maybe? for NaNoWriMo. 

what is your zodiac sign - pftt.. i think i used to be a Gemini? i don’t believe in all that stuff 

who was the last person you cried in front of? - ….. my dog? but probably my mom and Grandmother when my GM basically said my bf didn’t love me and was a shit human being and i was a shit granddaughter for loving him. i was both upset and furious and i walked away from them. (my mom called and apologized, but i haven’t spoken to my GM since)

THERE ASH ARE YOU GODDAMN HAPPY. that took so long LOL (I hope the formatting came through I had to redo it on this tumblr page UGH)

[its-love-u-asshole]

Ceaseless [fic]

Pairing: Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka 

Summary: The life of an assassin isn't an easy one. Devoid of morals and full of the criminal underworld's grime, it's a job Kiyoko has always been weirdly perfect at. She's long stopped thinking about why, but just because she kills without remorse, doesn't mean she doesn't have her own attachments.

Rating: E

Tags: assassin au, established relationship, cunnilingus, kinktober 2017, super minor mentions of violence bc of Shimizu’s job 

Note: I’ve hardly ever written wlw  pairs before and that’s a crime tbh, so I really wanted to try to write some kiyoyachi this month ^^ Big thanks to @emeraldwaves for beta-ing! Enjoy! 

AO3

"Am I dead?" The words are a choked whisper, a noise far too vulnerable to ever come out of her mouth, but she allows it. She allows it because of how subtly the last rays of the day are filtering through the blinds, allows it because of how silent the room is, how soft the sheets are beneath her.

There’s no weapons to be prepped, no assignments she’s supposed to be on. Even assassins need some down time she thinks, and she can’t be more grateful for hers. Kiyoko is weightless right now, and it's almost terrifying, how the usual yoke of terror and obligation isn't pressing on her shoulder blades, digging in until blood is drawn.

It's her "day off", so maybe it makes some sense.

The fingers threading through Kiyoko's hair halt, and she almost wishes she hadn't said anything. The ministrations had been a peaceful constant in the last hour, and Kiyoko doesn't have many of those in her life.

Constants.

Continuous happenings over long periods of time.

She can count her constants on one hand.

Her job. Bloodshed, which can technically be filed under her job. Basic human needs like food and water, and even those can be debated.

And then there's this.

The one constant Kiyoko would kill for, regardless of if it meant removing herself from the equation. She'd protect this with her life, until death came for her.

Kiyoko's nose scrunches up at the thought. She's stubborn enough to think she can will herself past even that barrier, the ultimate one. As if she'd somehow find a way to fight and defend long past her dying day.

For this, she just might. For Hitoka, she would.

The breathing above her stills, and Kiyoko can feel her wife freeze. Hitoka only tenses like that when she's panicked, Kiyoko knows, and she's about to ease her lover's worries when her muscles relax again. The gentle brushing of her hair continues, and Kiyoko sighs in contentment, her head cradled in Hitoka’s laugh. If she were a cat, she'd purr, but given how accustomed she's gotten to hiding her emotions, she doubts it'll happen.

This, this is the closest to heaven she'll ever come, she's convinced. Hitoka, with her in this bed, is a dangerous constant to have.

Because it can be taken away from her so easily.

Kiyoko fists the fabric of Hitoka's shirt, like she'd slip away right then from the thought alone. As if. As if Kiyoko will ever let that happen.

She hears her wife hum sweetly above her, still considering the question, and it makes Kiyoko’s lips turn up slightly. So cute.

Kiyoko used to think Hitoka didn't deserve this, becoming the wife of an assassin, but here they are. She'd long past gotten over those insecurities, mostly because of how often Hitoka berated her for them. Hitoka could be surprisingly headstrong when she wanted to be.

"I'll love you forever, no matter what. Don't you trust me?"

Yes. Irrevocably. You're the only one I've ever trusted.

Kiyoko smiles as Hitoka finally speaks above her, and the movement of Hitoka's dainty, unscarred fingers gradually slows. "Are you dead? What’s that about?” She chastises playfully, and there’s a warm smile lighting up her face.  “No, unless we're both dead. I'm not really sure how that works, but if we were, it’s not so bad huh?" The blonde says with a giggle, and Kiyoko nearly jumps on her to smother her in kisses.

She suppresses it.

For now.

Hitoka is too adorable for Kiyoko to hold back for long.

"I wouldn't complain as long as I was with you," Kiyoko responds, pinching Hitoka's thigh. She's swatted away, but Kiyoko doesn't give up, grabbing at Hitoka's hand until their fingers are interlocked. Hitoka's skin is still an anomaly to her. It's so damn soft and unblemished, as it should be. Kiyoko never wants her wife to lift a finger.

"Why did you ask?" Hitoka questions, and Kiyoko finally turns over in the blonde's lap to look up at her. Hitoka's head is tilted in curiosity, her eyes shining and waiting, and Kiyoko can't stand it. She hides her smile in the blonde's stomach as she wraps her arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

Hitoka lets out a loud 'oof,' but it hardly masks Kiyoko's words.

"Because you're like an angel," she whispers, and it's less a cheesy pick up line and more of a statement. A disbelieving one at that. Kiyoko's voice is packed so full of raw emotion it scares her, so she squeezes Hitoka tighter.

A million and one thoughts race through her mind, overwhelming her, and she's pretty sure she says a few out loud on accident.

"You're perfect."

"Don't ever leave me."

"I love you."

"You're my everything."

She's pretty sure Hitoka gets overcome with emotion too, because before Kiyoko knows it, her wife is cradling her head in an awkward hug. She can feel her warm breathing against her face, and Kiyoko tilts her head to catch those plump lips in a gentle kiss.

It's familiar, but no less intoxicating than the first time.

Hitoka pulls away, and Kiyoko chases her, but she still has just enough time to whisper breathlessly against Kiyoko's lips. "I think you've got things mixed up there, angel."

They laugh as their lips meet again, the kiss deeper this time, and Kiyoko hums into it as Hitoka's lips part. Their tongues glide together, and Kiyoko's breath quickens when Hitoka moans.

Kiyoko takes advantage of the distraction, surging up until she's no longer lying down, and dominates the kiss. She grabs the back of Hitoka's neck, tangling her fingers in the soft blonde hair. Hitoka is a little wet from her earlier shower, her body cold and dripping as Kiyoko's hands glide down her shoulders. Hitoka smells strongly of soap and a honey like scent, a body wash Kiyoko had bought her simply because it created a lot of bubbles, and she knows Hitoka loves that.

Something so innocent to begin with, but now, it's driving Kiyoko mad.

She glides her tongue along the roof of Hitoka's mouth, smirking when her wife giggles from the sensation, and soon they're lost in it.

Things escalate quickly into desperation, quick flicks of the tongue mixed with sloppy smacks of the lips. Kiyoko's favorite kind of kissing. Hitoka's lips are soft, and her moans are sweet, filling the room as Kiyoko nips softly at the blonde's bottom lip. Their panting is loud in the small space of their home, quickly heating up the marginal bit of room between them. It only makes Kiyoko pull her wife closer. The atmosphere is heady now, and they're not showing any signs of stopping.

Drool drips down Kiyoko's chin from the messiness of it, but she doesn't care enough to wipe it away. If anything, it's remarkably satisfying, and she swipes her tongue against Hitoka's once more. It causes her wife to surge up into the kiss like a puppet with strings, and Kiyoko grabs her waist accordingly, privy to this dance of theirs.

She pulls back just for a moment, because sometimes she just has the need to see the emotions sparkling in Hitoka's eyes.

That's the thing about the blonde. She's downright vibrant, and Kiyoko can barely take her eyes off her when she's home. But like this...like this Hitoka might as well be the only star in a pitch black sky.

A desire spikes inside Kiyoko's chest, seeing Hitoka lounging so comfortably in their shared bed, uncaring of the danger she's put herself in. Kiyoko has killed more men than she can count, has scars from events she can hardly remember, is a master with any weapon. And yet, Hitoka sits and sleeps soundly beside her, just as in love as Kiyoko. She lets Kiyoko hold her so close, like she's never felt safer.

They protect each other, they nurse each other's wounds, even though Kiyoko's are far greater. In the end, no matter how messed up Kiyoko is, Hitoka smiles at her. Loves her.

They're an odd pair, but Kiyoko wouldn't trade what they have for the world.

The force of that affection manifests itself in her chest, screaming for an outlet, and Kiyoko knows just where to focus that energy.

In the blink of an eye, she hooks her hand under Hitoka's thigh, pulling her body down until Hitoka is lying on the bed completely, her legs spread ever so slightly. Her hair is unkempt, half of it falling out of her bun and framing her face, strands sticking up as flyaways. Her white tank top clings to her petite frame, slightly damp because Hitoka has gotten into the habit of not drying off with a towel after showering, and Kiyoko couldn't be more grateful. The tank's neckline rides too low, exposing the tops of Hitoka's breasts, her nipples showing through the fabric. Kiyoko is shameless, grabbing her wife's hips and pushing her lightly, watching her breasts bounce.

"Hey!" Hitoka says, but it's filled with laughter, and she has to bite her lip to keep her grin concealed. Can't have that.

The force of a second bounce is enough to expose Hitoka's nipples just a little, and Kiyoko reaches forward, tweaking them as she pleases. It gets the desired reaction. Hitoka's back arches beautifully, her strangled gasps filling the room as her body lifts towards the touch, begging for more.

Hitoka has always enjoyed this best, Kiyoko knows. Having her nipples played with until they're raw, teased and sucked on until she's outright screaming in pleasure. Kiyoko's eyes darken from the thought alone, because she knows she can get Hitoka close to coming like this. It gets the blonde so wet, and to confirm her suspicions, Kiyoko sets her sights elsewhere.

Droplets are still rolling down Hitoka's bare thighs, and her simple pink, lacy underwear is all too inviting. Kiyoko pulls them down roughly with one hand, not caring if they stretch, and swipes her hand along Hitoka's light curls, where she's already slick. The sound it makes as Kiyoko dips a finger inside her is loud enough to have the blonde covering her face in embarrassment, but Kiyoko refuses to let up.

The wet, squelching noises fill the room, blending with Hitoka's deep moans and cute gasps. Kiyoko could listen forever.

"You're so ready, all for me..." Kiyoko whispers in awe, massaging Hitoka's clit while her left hand still teases one of the blonde's erect nipples.

Hitoka licks her lips, her body still twisting toward the touch. She looks absolutely sinful, her underwear hanging off one leg while her top rests on her waist after she pulled it down completely. Hitoka spreads her legs more, and one of her hands is busy playing with her own nipple, pulling at it none too gently to mimic Kiyoko's touch.

"Yeah I am, always," Hitoka breaths out, her eyes lidded from the attention Kiyoko is giving her. But well, Hitoka is generous as usual, and never stops thinking of her. "But, you too. I want you to feel good."

I always feel good with you.

Kiyoko can't help but smile. Hitoka is too good for this world, and Kiyoko knows this more than anyone. A world full of creeps and criminals, corruption and death, and Hitoka is nothing short of extraordinary. "No love, tonight it's all about you."

Not wanting to give her wife a chance to insist, Kiyoko hooks her hands underneath the blonde's knees, pulling them to the side completely.

It's almost too much to resist, the sight of Hitoka all spread open and drenched with her own desire. But well, Kiyoko can ogle all she wants another day. Today, she has a goal, and it's to pamper Hitoka as much as possible. Kiyoko smirks, shifting until she's on her stomach, her face smack dab in between Hitoka's thighs.

Her favorite spot.

Her tongue swipes teasingly against Hitoka's clit, almost like a joke, but Hitoka still mewls beautifully. Kiyoko doesn't waste time after that. She digs in, burying her mouth between the soft folds as she sucks on Hitoka's clit in the way she likes, her tongue dipping inside her every now and again.

Hitoka jolts each time, and soon enough the blonde is sitting up halfway, supported by her elbow as one hand reaches to grab the back of Kiyoko's head, pushing her forward. She's crazed at this point, a far cry from the sweet, innocent girl Kiyoko had just been talking to, but it's amazing.

Kiyoko takes the silent command to heart, and doubles her efforts. Her tongue glides along every sensitive spot, circling Hitoka's clit. So help her, Kiyoko will wring an orgasm out of her wife that's so incredible she won't be able to stand.

And since when has Kiyoko failed an important mission?

She smirks as she makes purposeful humming and slurping noises, sending delicious vibrations coursing through Hitoka. It's a treat really, having her wife use her mouth like a sex toy, moving her head however she wants.

Kiyoko can't get enough.

Evidence of Hitoka's pleasure drips down Kiyoko's chin, dirtying her cheeks. Not like it matters. The messier the better. Hitoka moans loudly now, not holding back as her hips move with Kiyoko's tongue.

The moans are short, hurried and building in volume, and it only makes Kiyoko go to town more. It gets to the point where Kiyoko can even let her tongue rest, lying it flat for Hitoka to grind against. The blonde does so happily.

As the blonde's movements become more hurried, Kiyoko dips two fingers inside her, careful not to startle her wife. They sink in smoothly, and a shiver runs up her spine. Hitoka whines immediately, pushing down to chase the pressure.

"Yes, there, more," she cries out, and Kiyoko is there to please. She curls her fingers, rubbing against the spot which has Hitoka clamping down on her fingers, her chest heaving from how amazing it feels. Hitoka is warm and pliant, begging for more, and Kiyoko wouldn't trade it for anything.

She can feel the heat building for both of them as her own hips grind on the bed, unable to help herself. Everything in Kiyoko's body wants her to come, because Hitoka looks so damn sexy like this, and it takes all her willpower to resist.

She wants to take care of Hitoka first, it's always been her first priority. And it seems her efforts are paying off.

The hand in Kiyoko's hair tightens, and it's all the warning she gets.

When Hitoka comes it's an experience. Her body twists to the side, almost like she's convulsing, and Kiyoko has to pin her hips to the bed as she rides it out. Her scream is silent, but to Kiyoko it's deafening. Hitoka's legs keep twitching erratically from the strength of the orgasm, her mouth hanging open as her eyes practically roll back.

And yeah, Kiyoko feels an immense surge of pride from the whole thing. She's still rubbing herself against the bed, and as Hitoka begins to come down from her high, looking blissed out of her mind as her hands come down to idly play with her clit, ringing out any aftershocks, Kiyoko snaps.

She tugs off her shorts, flopping down beside her wife as she finishes herself off. It doesn't take long, she's been dripping for ages. She goes fast, chasing after her orgasm like it's the only thing she wants in life, and soon she's coming, the stars exploding behind her eyes, and she whines into the dimness of their bedroom.

Her hands fall to the sides as her chest heaves, a love drunk smile on her face, and Hitoka turns to her easily. They just fit together so naturally, it's like instinct. Hitoka wraps her thin body around Kiyoko like a koala, and Kiyoko's arms go up instantly.

They shelter each other this way, each time, like nothing, not even the gods above could shatter the moment. If only that were true.

Kiyoko sighs into her wife's embrace, gently smoothly the hair away from the blonde's sweat drenched forehead.

She's going to miss this. It's pathetic really, because she won't be gone long, but she's never ready for it. She's familiar with the feeling of leaving Hitoka to go on missions, sometimes for days at a time. It's why Kiyoko is one of the top rated assassins. She likes to get things done quickly, and people respect her for it. If only they knew, she didn't do it because of any sort of principle, she did it to come home to her wife just a little sooner.

"I love you so much," Hitoka whispers, her voice sleepy and undeniably happy.

Kiyoko's emotions bubble up all at once, and she fears she might cry. It's rare, but it still happens every now and again. So, she pulls Hitoka close, kissing her forehead. She doesn't trust herself to speak. Not yet.

But she knows Hitoka doesn't need her to. She knows.

Yes, constants are unwise. But Kiyoko will make sure to keep this one.

Work will resume the next day, some dangerous task or other, and the world will seem a little dimmer. But as long as Kiyoko knows that Hitoka is waiting for her, she won't dream of ever giving up.

[goshiyachi]

Like almost straight out of a romance movie

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairing: Ennoshita Chikara/ Tanaka Ryuunosuke Summary: Ennoshita thought he knew how his last year in Karasuno would play out; turns out he forgot to factor in Tanaka. Prompts Used: Third Year, Confession, Domestic, Affection @ennotana-week A/N: Inspired by @starlity’s art.

Or read on Ao3. 

Becoming a third year didn’t exactly shifting everything into hyper overdrive. But he was painfully aware of the changes into his team and the outside factors of life that were trying to rampant his mind. He couldn't say he was left unscratched because then that would have been lie. No, instead what any sensible teen did Ennoshita decided to ignore most of his bigger problems and work on the smaller practical ones. It was working so far. He worked on more scripts, looked up colleges (but not too deep) and worked side by side Yachi when it concerned volleyball. So did he have his whole life figured out already?

Not exactly.

More like he was just living off the basics and trying his best to put sleep on his schedule. Spoiler alert: he still hasn’t achieved more than four hours of sleep. He was trying though; being a captain wasn’t all that easy after all and it felt like the role was only fueling Ennoshita to see the reality of what adults had to face every day. All that stress that was building up wouldn’t compare to the troubles he was avoiding when he glanced at his calendar. Either way he stumbled into a routine of caffeine and his brain frying at the rate of an old computer.

“Ennoshita don’t tell me that you barely fell asleep two hours ago before morning practice?” Yachi’s voice didn’t bother to shy away from her worry the way he felt one of her hands touching his shoulder.

He didn't know how exactly he looked like but from the way her eyebrows knitted together at the same time as her lips turned upside down he had a hunch that she would begin their usual lecture of the importance of sleep.

“All for a good cause I promise you. Don’t worry I’ll sleep in early today.” He gestured for them to continue walking towards the gym, “I promise.”

The rest of the day swirled into the same pattern, he ate with his friends, listened to all his lectures and felt the same soreness of his body falling apart as the hours clicked on. By the time it was after school Ennoshita felt Yachi giving him a long look before talking to the first years. Whereas, Kinoshita and Narita weren’t surprised by his lack of energy. Yamaguchi gave him a sympathetic when he passed him. It was almost too predictable the way he trudged on with practice…almost too easy to go on autopilot. His ears picked up the squeaky shoes running through the volley court, having loud voices screeching into the spaces between him making Ennoshita swell in pride of the faces he saw.

Smiling to himself Ennoshita didn’t notice the way his smile caught someone else’s throat. He was too oblivious of his own thoughts to catch the snickers starting to fumble in between the yelling and a face heating up in embracement for getting caught by the rest. The next couple of days were same. Ennoshita tried his best to sleep longer in futile efforts meanwhile a wave of amusement crashed surface for another individual as he continued on tumbling when Ennoshita peered by his vision. It was like something out of a cheesy romance movie. Ennoshita, the obvious and Tanaka the shy confused one. Nishinoya was more than happy to snap the tension with his chipper attitude but all he could do was wait for his best friend to ask for his help.

It probably didn’t click until mid-summer. Where the days were longer and Ennoshita spend more time with his team to feel that same sensation of someone watching him. He never drew attention to himself when he felt it rather, he pointedly pretended like nothing was amiss. He was a patient guy. Unlike most of his peers he had an eye that made him catch the smaller things when he was focused. Hence him crashing mentally when he felt the same eyes watching his back and seeing from his clear water bottle reflection’s of the one person he’d never expect.

The seconds dragged on, the voices of others barely made him move an inch. Ennoshita barely had thirty seconds of pulling himself together before gathering enough strength to turn around and wave at his teammates. Hitting drills that morning was a welcome as the heat climbed up. The longer the summer heats hauled on Ennoshita became self- conscious. Did Tanaka secretly hate him? Did he think his laugh was stupid? Did he had a complain about Ennoshita’s leadership skills but felt like he couldn’t outright say it without hurting his feelings?

He didn’t know, and it was bugging the shit of him of him the way Tanaka barely showed signs of displeasure when he talked to him. If anything it almost looked like Tanaka…had… a crush…... on……. him.

Oh.

Ooh.

Shit.

Ennoshita Chikara, third year and Karasuno’s current volleyball captain was an idiot. And he couldn’t help but sigh. Slap his forehead hard, sigh some more, feel sorry for Tanaka for taking so long to notice and sigh some more because that was a better alternative of screaming until his parents told him to quiet down and not disrupt his neighbors.  The rest of the night he kissed his chance of sleeping the way his mind was rewinding and replaying every interaction he had with Tanaka since they’ve meet. As if trying to find a mere spark of evidence of Tanaka liking him was preposterous.  Because there was no way that someone remotely like Tanaka would ever like him more than a friend.

It just wasn’t something that Ennoshita thought would have ever happened to him. To live out scenes from movies he watched when he was younger. It was practically too much to bear the way the night relentlessly stayed as his background. He still had school to think about, a volleyball team to watch over and a future that was looming over him. Love was never a part of the equation; or a chapter for him to write about. It was scarier with the uncertainty clamming his body. The fact that he knew what was causing the commotion within the team Ennoshita was conscious that he couldn’t pretend any more than Kageyama going cold turkey with his milk intake.

He had to talk to Tanaka.

Ennoshita wanted to throw up; he wanted to grab a random dump of clothes, his laptop with charger at close hand and call a cab. He wished that the sun wasn’t rising and his clock was blinking bright signaling that he needed to get up. But that wasn’t how life worked, he could hear distant cars driving, his mother’s feet walking on the hallways before they stopped and were replaced by a soft muffled voice calling for him to get up. His own body still far too alert and aching was forced to listen to the instructions and get ready for school. It was a dreadful experience; the way the world looked exactly the same as before the revelation. The only difference was the way his own heart thumped irregularly and irresponsibly.

The wind wasn’t any cooler, the water from his water bottle was just as tasteless as he drank it yesterday and the volleyball hitting his face was just as painful as the first time it happened to him when he first played the sport. The nosebleed wasn’t what he needed, not with the way he noticed Yachi cleaning his face and understood right away that something was bothering him. She didn’t make him talk, it was actually Yamaguchi and Kinoshita when they were discussing about the summer training camp with Nekoma.

“I’m an idiot.”

Simultaneously, Yamaguchi and Kinoshita answered with amused smiles and two different replies.

“What gave that away?”

“You don’t say.”

Ennoshita didn’t bother with feeling offended. What he did instead was scratch the back of his head as he looked down at the schedules of the training camp in deep thought. “So what do you think I should do?”

Riding out the next days that turned into two weeks Ennoshita knew that most of inner circle was annoyed at the pace Ennoshita placed on dealing with Tanaka. It wasn’t like Tanaka was doing anything either, he still casted this wall when he talked to Ennoshita. It was their third year and that usually meant that they had to be models for the rest of the team, they couldn’t be irresponsible. The pressure to maintain their status on the court was enough for Tanaka to steel his impulses (but just barely).

Ennoshita may have barely came to the conclusion of Tanaka liking him but that was just the tip of the iceberg. There was more than just the cheesy pickup lines and embarrassing daydreams.

Tanaka was the type that wanted the whole domestic lovesick shit. He wanted to be okay to melt when Ennoshita fell asleep against him after long practices, to lunge at Ennoshita and linger as their bodies support one another, to have the stupidly cute screensavers of them forming a heart when you placed their phones next to each other. Hell, he wanted to have the right to openly raise his voice and proclaim why Ennoshita was breathtaking and someone that everyone should appreciate. Or even to spend hours in his home and stare at Ennoshita as he tried hopelessly teach Tanaka of their lessons. He was well aware that he spent too many hours of creating the perfect atmospheres to confess underneath the sunset and kiss Ennoshita, to spend as much of his free time laughing with him or helping in any way with Ennoshita’s movies. The domestic lifestyle was all he dreamed about.

And it was making it harder for Tanaka to confess especially the way Ennoshita’s eyes said that he knew what Tanaka was thinking. Neither of them knew when it happened; them snapping and confronting each other. It was one of those rare days that they were free. Ennoshita was done buying snacks for himself when he bumped into Tanaka. They shared a few side comments before Ennnoshita blurted out that he knew that Tanaka liked him. Tanaka was animated the way his face colored instantly and said if it was bothering Ennoshita.

Ennoshita was mirroring him the way he clumsy said that he wouldn’t mind if Tanaka kissed him. Or held his hand now and then. They both just kept bluntly stating what they wouldn’t mind doing when Ennoshita out of nowhere grabbed a handful of Tanaka’s shirt and promptly surprisingly the both of them by kissing Tanaka roughly. It lasted for only a couple of ten seconds, but it was more than enough for Ennoshita to explode his heart and Tanaka feeling like his soul departed prematurely. When they pulled away there was an awkward silence that stretched between them. But just as quickly it came, Ennoshita was thankful of all of the hours he watched movies to know the signs of satisfaction he saw swept into his soul and Tanaka’s.

By the next day the whole team gave Ennoshita and Tanaka a brief look before switching back to their usual runs. Ennoshita didn’t miss the way Nishinoya high-fived Tanaka or how Yachi and Yamaguchi gave them the thumbs up when he looked at their direction. Instead Ennoshita kept his head high when he felt his own cheeks color when Narita and Kinoshita cheekily grinned when Tanaka quickly slung an arm around Ennoshita’s while pecking his cheek before running off to watch over the first years.

“What are you looking at? Get started with your warm ups.”

Narita snorted as Kinoshita sassed Ennoshita back; and just like that he sighed long feeling his brain work on a new movie idea as he glanced at Tanaka.

Romance? He could work with that.

[02blessings]

chapters: 1 out of 4

words: 4.8 k

rating: G

pairing: reonkai

additional tags: atla au, firebender!oohira, waterbender!kai, firebender!semi eita is there too, earthbender!matsukawa, completely normal!hanamaki, waterbenders!kiyoko and yachi, humor (ALLEGEDLY), no warnings but there will be Eventual Cabbage Guy

“I heard yelling, so I brought pastries.” Kai says with a soft smile, lifting up the plate he was carrying. Reon briefly imagines what Kai’s reaction would look like if he were to collapse against the wall, clutching his chest like he wants to.

Or, architect Oohira Reon and politician Kai Nobuyuki build something new together in a city that’s all about unity. Also, an actual building is constructed along the way.

Check it out on AO3 or below the cut!

Oohira Reon is not nervous.

Oohira Reon is a professional. He had done this a hundred times before. His palms were not sweaty. His hands were not shaking. There were no butterflies in his stomach.

Oohira Reon decides he could now confirm that the stereotype about firebenders being cunning tricksters was unequivocally false, as he was unable to convince even himself of a white lie.

His hands were not shaking right now.

“Your hands are shaking right now,” Semi Eita hisses from his seat to Reon’s right on the stiff, uncomfortable wooden bench in the cavernous hallway outside the council room. They both had identical straight-back postures, caused partly by nerves but mostly by terrible interior design. Wooden benches are highly flammable, Reon thinks idly. I could say it was an accident. No one would be mad.

“I don’t recall your skin being that pale before, Eita. We only left the Fire Nation a few days ago and you’ve already lost your tan. I hope you’re feeling alright,” Reon replies jovially, a serene smile on his face. Years of preparing for presentations like this one had ingrained in him the habit of concentrating all signs of nervousness into his hands, where he could later hide them by gesturing while he spoke. His expression would remain open and warm, his tone comforting and trustworthy, and no one would know that he was absolutely terrified.

“If you’re implying that I’m nervous, I’d remind you how perfect your designs, and more importantly, my calculations are,” Semi says in a low tone. His voice softens as he glances at Reon and says, “Seriously, we’ve done good work. People are going to come all the way from Ba Sing Se to see this building. Your building.”

“Our building,” Reon corrects, tone matching Semi’s as he began to relax. They both immediately stiffen again as the door to the council room opens, and the two women who had just completed their pitch to the Republic City Council step out, their designs in hand. Reon nods at the pair as they head towards the exit. The small one looks to be on the verge of fainting, while her partner simply nods back with a neutral expression on her face. They’re dressed in Water Tribe blue, and Reon briefly wonders what it’s like transitioning from designing with ice to working with more forgiving materials like stone and wood and metal.

Reon and Semi sit in silence for a few more moments, the only interruptions coming from harried politicians whispering to their assistants as they pass from one end of City Hall to the next. He closes his eyes for a moment, unable to stop himself from comparing the quiet of the building to the unending noise and bustle of the Fire Nation city he had grown up in. He thinks he prefers the noise.

The creak of the wooden door opening again makes Reon jump as a man also dressed in blue peers out at them. There’s an awkward pause as wide golden eyes alternate between looking at the floor and casually staring into Reon’s soul before the man says in a low voice, “The Council is ready for you.”

With a trepidatious glance at Semi, Reon stands and follows what must be one of the Council member’s assistants down the center aisle to the curved table where the five representatives sit. The assistant comes to an abrupt halt before the table and Reon barely stops himself from crashing into him. He plays it off by pretending to be closely examining the vaulted ceilings, because architecture is his thing anyways. Semi’s muttered “Are you for real right now?” makes him think he wasn’t as convincing as he could have been.

Reon reaffirms his vow to strongly reprimand anyone he hears accusing firebenders of being tricksters.

He lets his eyes wander over each Council member as he goes over his talking points one last time in his head, just to be safe. Even though he could describe every detail of every centimeter of their skyscraper, down to the name of the manager of the quarry from which he wants to extract the stones he’ll use in the steps of the lobby. Even though their building is the only thing he sees whenever he closes his eyes.

Reon continues to smile politely at each Council member, waiting for them to get settled so he and Semi can begin, until he reaches the fourth Council member and does a double take. His attention is actually stolen by one of the Water Tribe representatives, who is alternating between studying the papers in front of him and listening to what the other Council member in blue is saying. Reon’s breath hitches as he finds himself being dragged into his grey-eyed gaze and serene smile, like a ship being pulled towards shore by the tide.

Oohira Reon is suddenly very nervous.

Kai Nobuyuki is having a bad day.

First, he had been forced to wake up early to get to work on time, which, granted, happened every day of the week except weekends, but still. Then he had spilled his coffee on his shirt and had to change because while being a waterbender was useful for a lot of things, stain removal wasn't one of them. If that wasn't enough, his persistent nervousness while driving a Satomobile (he had just gotten his license and the cars were so new they were basically untested, which made him the test driver) had caused him to grip the wheel unflinchingly instead of swerving to avoid an earthbender-created pothole like every other reasonable driver had, giving him a flat tire and a slightly less calm expression than usual. All of this culminated in him being late to the Council meeting anyways and left him wondering why he even bothered waking up early, ever.

The only highlight of his day so far had been when he waterbent as much of the still-boiling coffee out of his shirt as he could and had been able to call himself Kai Nobuyuki, Coffeebender for a brief moment.

After arriving at work late, he had been unable to receive his usual morning update from Kousuke and was distracted for the first half of the meeting, worrying about what could have happened in Republic City or the Southern Water Tribe within the 24 hours since his last update. He was still unable to focus throughout the two presentations given by the architects and engineers selected to represent their nations in designing the city's most ambitious construction project yet. From what he caught, it seemed like the Earth Kingdom representatives, Hanamaki Takahiro and Matsukawa Issei, had pitched a sturdy, thick-walled dome that they hoped would be the United Republic’s biggest sports arena. The Water Tribe team consisting of Yachi Hitoka from the South and Shimizu Kiyoko from the North had proposed a more traditional, sleek apartment building that would appear to be made entirely out of glass, but was actually supported by a complicated metal structure. Its resemblance to the walls of ice back home made his heart twinge.

The criteria for the new construction project had essentially been “design the best building ever,” and while Nobuyuki understood that that had been challenging for the architects, it was also really hard for the people who had to pick the best design.

It was with this mentality that Nobuyuki entered the final presentation, given by the Fire Nation team. He glances down at his notes, checking the names of the presenters. Semi Eita, engineer. Oohira Reon, architect. Nobuyuki had seen pictures from old newspapers of some of the buildings they had designed in the Fire Nation capital. They tended to be...tall.

The creak of the door signalled that Kenma was returning with Oohira and Semi. Nobuyuki glances up from his papers to watch their approach. He was always interested in how people handled the long walk up to the Council’s table. Most avoided eye contact by pretending to be interested in the architecture of the room, but for a pair that designed buildings for a living, Semi and Oohira seemed extremely focused on the Council. Nobuyuki was impressed - up until Oohira stumbled into Kenma and reacted by pretending to be suddenly engrossed in the ceiling.

Nobuyuki hides his laugh behind his notes.

“These are the Fire Nation representatives,” Kenma states with little inflection before turning to slouch in the rows of seats facing the Council’s table.

“You’re doing so good, Kenma,” Kuroo Tetsurou, the representative for the Northern Water Tribe, stage-whispers across the room. Kenma scowls in response.

“Ah, it’s the best presenters of the day! Make the Fire Nation proud with your superior building designs!” Oikawa Tooru smiles and waves his fingers at Oohira and Semi, who turn from setting up posters with their designs printed on them to look at him, confusion clear on their faces.

“Before you ask, no, that was not allowed, and Councilman Oikawa is very close to being excluded from voting,” says Misaki Hana, Earth Kingdom representative and Chairwoman of the Council, the seriousness of her warning evident in her tone. Oikawa sighs and leans back in his chair, looking like he had an eyelash caught in his eye as he attempts to wink at the Fire Nation team without Misaki seeing. Judging from the long-suffering expression on her face, she had seen but chose to pretend she hadn’t.

“You can start whenever you’re ready,” she tells the team.

Clearing his throat, Oohira begins to walk the Council through his plans for the office building that looks like it will tower over Republic City. Nobuyuki’s eyes widen as he examines the breathtaking design. The building is capped by a gold roof that contrasts with the silver of the metal structure. He can see some of the Fire Nation’s traditional pagoda-style eaves reinterpreted to match Republic City’s more modern aesthetic. Oohira and Semi had done their research.

Semi takes over the latter half of the presentation, reassuring the council that the building will stand strong despite its dizzying height, and arguing that the office space created by the building will invite more business into the city. Kuroo nods along in agreement, hair flopping in front of his eyes while Misaki maintains an unmoving expression.

“Are there any questions?” Oohira asks once Semi finishes, pride evident in his smile. Oikawa’s hand shoots up immediately.

“This is the tallest building that’s been pitched today. In fact, if I’m not mistaken, this would be taller than any building in Republic City. Taller than any building, anywhere. It seems like an unnecessarily dangerous - and not to mention expensive - undertaking. Wouldn’t it be safer and easier to do what we already know works? Why does it need to be so tall?” Oikawa tilts his head in feigned curiosity, but Nobuyuki recognizes the trap set by the leading question and shakes his head exasperatedly.

Semi opens his mouth to retort, but he was cut off by Oohira’s response. “Why not?”

There was no answer from the Council, so he continues, brow furrowed in genuine confusion at why they would question the height of the building. “The technology is finally there for us to use. It’s true that we’ve never been able to build anything this tall before today, but that’s not an excuse to not try. It’s the complete opposite, actually. If we’re capable of reaching the sky, why not go for it?”

Nobuyuki felt his heartbeat stutter as Oohira rubs the back of his head and smiles abashedly at the quiet aftermath of his impassioned speech. His dark skin flushes as he takes a step back to stand next to Semi, who could barely hide his proud grin.

Oohira’s eyes exude a warmth that Nobuyuki had never felt in the South Pole. Oh no.

Oikawa grins, all sharp teeth and sharper gaze. “That’s the only thing I wanted to know. If there are no other questions, I think we can wrap this up.”

Oohira and Semi shake the hands of each of the Council members, Oohira’s gaze not quite meeting Nobuyuki’s. It’s too bad. Nobuyuki was hoping he could find out if his brown eyes were warmer up close. It’s only after Oohira and Semi turn to leave that he realizes they had technically held hands, and he feels his cheeks warm up at the thought. Oh, no. Nope. Nooooope.

As the pair disappears into the hallway, Nobuyuki catches the small fist bump passed between them and smiles, resting his chin on his hand. Misaki sighs and stretches in her seat, bringing his attention back to the meeting. “We certainly have a lot to talk about.”

Oikawa laughs and waves his hand in the air, as if trying to block Misaki’s exhaustion from reaching him. “Let’s just vote now and go home. My mind's already made up.”

“Your mind was made up before you walked into the room,” Kenma scoffs from his seat, tilting his head down to hide the small grin on his face that suggests too much time spent in meetings listening to Oikawa. Kuroo guffaws unattractively while Oikawa gasps in fake offense.

“You can’t- you can’t talk to me like that! Kuroo, tell him to stop!” Oikawa points a shaking finger at Kenma, who puts up two fingers in an imitation of Oikawa’s signature pose without looking up from his notes. Kuroo only laughs harder, causing Oikawa to start shrieking, “Assistant fight! I’m going to make my assistant fight your assistant! Stop laughing, you sound like a drowning lion turtle-”

“They were all reaaaaally good presentations, and the designs were so different from each other! I need to hear what you all think before I vote,” Komori Motoya, Air Nation representative, leans his chair back from the table while kicking his legs up, showing off the impeccable balance his air acolyte training had given him. Kai and Misaki nod in agreement, the three Council member’s disregard for Kuroo and Oikawa’s antics almost instinctual at this point.

Oikawa stops pretending to lightning bend at Kuroo and sighs dramatically, “Well, it depends on what we think Republic City needs right now. Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s plans for a sports arena will bring a lot of revenue to the city, while Shimizu and Yachi’s apartment building can be advertised as a place for rich investors and socialites to live-” Misaki raises one eyebrow ���-or anyone, really, who knows how much rent will cost by the time it’s finished!”

“The Fire Nation team’s building seemed almost...symbolic,” Kai says, thinking back to Oohira’s defense of its height.

Komori brings his chair legs back down to the ground in a crash. “Yeah! It sends a message. But, I don’t know if a message will bring profits to the city?”

“Given...the current situation, I want to point out that the success of this project means more than just increased tourism or revenue for the city,” Kuroo speaks slowly and quietly, considering the weight of his words before he said them. The mood in the room turns serious as Kenma pauses in his note-taking to peer up at Kuroo through his hair before glancing back down.

Komori was nodding vigorously in agreement. “We don’t know when the next Avatar will be found, and the Fire Lord is stepping down. There’s very few people left to speak on behalf of what they’ve built here. If the two most prominent voices for unity are now silent, will people still believe that this- this experiment is worthwhile?”

The Council falls silent, the only sound being Kenma’s pen scratching at his paper.

“What do you think, Kai?” Misaki turns her gaze on him.

Considering that the only thing he had been thinking when Oohira was presenting was “that firebender is really...hot” and he was still shocked that his brain was capable of betraying him like that, he felt unprepared to offer an opinion on who should get the right to design the building. He was also pretty sure he had suddenly developed a strong bias towards the Fire Nation team.

“I think Kai is on my side this time,” Oikawa said mischievously, his intensely focused stare not matching the tone of his words.

Nobuyuki ignores him (as usual) and considers Kuroo and Komori’s words instead. He thinks back to the day he left the South Pole for Republic City, how the village elders had given him the advice to go sightseeing, try new foods, and always be on guard with any Fire Nation citizens he encountered. He remembers how his friends had been torn between the Tribe’s official message of harmony with other nations and their parents’ stories of stolen waterbenders and a lost culture. He remembers the day he had arrived in Republic City and met his first earthbender, then his first firebender, at the age of 26, and how uneventful it was each time.

“We’ve been going about this all wrong,” Nobuyuki says finally. Most of the Council looks confused at his sudden reversal, but Komori catches on with a gasp. He continues, “Pitting the three teams against each other in an unnecessary competition. That’s not what this city is about.”

“So you’re saying, they should-” Kuroo says slowly, starting to understand.

“-work together?” Oikawa finishes, looking unsure at the idea. Komori is almost vibrating out of his chair with how furiously he’s nodding his head. “I don’t know if that will work. Not that I don’t believe they can overcome their differences, and all that,” Oikawa adds on hastily. “But they all proposed completely different designs.”

“If they can’t work together to do something they love, then this city is doomed,” Kuroo replies, his tone still serious.

Misaki places her hands on the table and the Council goes silent to hear what she has to say. She was the best leader for the group, able to quietly listen for the pauses in conversation that meant a disagreement was approaching and avoid it by proposing her own views at the right moment.

“Kai is right. Now that the Avatar is gone, people need something to gather around. A symbol,” she says with a smile at Nobuyuki. “My vote is for all three teams. Who agrees?”

Komori’s hand shoots up instantly, while Nobuyuki and Kuroo join him after. Oikawa is slower, still frowning, but eventually he raises his hand in agreement.

“That’s settled then. I’ll send a letter letting the teams know our decision, and Runa will prepare a statement for the press,” Misaki stands from the table. “Make sure you let the nations know what we decided as well.”

“I think Komori should be an advisor on this project, since we didn’t hear from any Air Nation teams,” Kuroo says, rising from his seat and strolling over to Kenma.

“Well, the architects will be using an office in City Hall, and as Council members you’ll all be responsible for conveying the interests of your constituents. But I agree, Komori’s views should have more weight,” Misaki says as she follows Kuroo and Kenma to the exit, Komori nearly floating in glee alongside them. Nobuyuki’s heart speeds up as he gathers his notes, thinking about all the ways he can accidentally bump into Oohira while he’s working.

“Don’t visit the architects too much, Kai!” Oikawa slings an arm around his shoulders as they leave the council room. Flustered, Nobuyuki stumbles over his denial as Oikawa laughs. “I know you’ve very recently developed an interest in architecture, but we can’t have the Water Tribe’s views overrepresented. Before we know it, the building will be a melting heap of ice in the middle of the city!”

“If you had your way, the building wouldn’t even be a building, it would be a giant statue of yourself,” Nobuyuki grumbles. Oikawa giggles and doesn’t deny anything as he turns towards his office. Nobuyuki heads in the opposite direction, wondering if he would be able to get any work done before the day ends while he was still feeling this distractingly warm.

If asked about their opinions of Reon, his friends back in the Fire Nation capital would all have similar things to say. He was responsible and trustworthy. Levelheaded and cool in multiple situations where actual fire was involved. Most of all, he was patient. No one had ever witnessed him being pushed him over the edge, and people assumed he never would if he was capable of spending that much time with Semi Eita without snapping. Reon would chuckle good-naturedly and agree that while everyone has their boiling point, his was just a little higher than everyone else’s.

One week of living in Republic City and Reon has maybe, possibly, finally found his limit.

“It’s easy for you guys! You just wave your hands and the building appears!” Semi shouts at the Earth Kingdom team as he demonstrates what Reon assumes is his interpretation of earthbending movements, or perhaps a rendition of a particularly moving scene from the play they watched together before leaving the Fire Nation in which the main character dies.

“Wave our hands? Makki, you should have told me that was all it took, I would have built myself a nice mansion-”

“Oh, so just because we’re from the Earth Kingdom you assumed we’re earthbenders! How do you know I’m not a- an- an airbender!”

“You’re not a bender at all, Makki.”

“Yes, Mattsun, you keep reminding me, but premature graying over here doesn’t know that-”

“There’s also only one airbender. Like, in the entire world. He’s bald and alone on Air Temple Island. Really, your example was flawed from the beginning.”

“You’re right, you’re right, let me start over - oh, so just because we’re from the Earth Kingdom you assumed-”

“My point is Reon and I have the most experience working with outside construction teams and we should take the lead on this! I’m sure even Shimizu and Yachi spent more time building things by waterbending than interpreting their designs for a team,” Semi scowls at everyone in the room, including Reon. Reon is unsure what he did wrong.

“I’m- I’m just sitting here,” Yachi says, terrified. Shimizu glances up swiftly from her designs.

“I understand that you’re not mature enough to apologize for that, so I’ll just pretend you did. I accept your gracious apology, Semi,” Shimizu says, watching Yachi carefully before refocusing on her sketches.

“What’s this? Did a waterbender just roast a firebender?” Hanamaki leans into Semi’s personal space, grinning and jabbing his ribs. Matsukawa prepares to leap over the table instead of going around it like a normal person to elbow Semi’s other side, while Semi mutters “Oh, I’ll show you roasted.” Reon decides it’s a good time to intervene.

“Okay, that’s it. Time for a break,” Reon stands from the table, trying to casually step away from Semi and the smoke trailing from his mouth.

“Oohira, it’s been twenty minutes,” Shimizu says, her voice muffled as she rests her forehead on the table.

Reon pretends not to hear her and exits the office.

He sighs at the fact that it had been three days since the separate teams had started working together, and they had only succeeded in scorching a table (somehow Hanamaki’s fault) and accidentally soaking what little notes they had in water until they were illegible. That incident had technically been Semi’s fault since he scared Yachi and she had pulled water from the fish tank in the room to defend herself. Hanamaki and Matsukawa had then wasted more time holding a funeral for the sole fish that hadn’t survived, which they named Princess Yue Junior, or Yuenior for short.

Oohira had been genuinely excited at the prospect of learning more about different nations’ approaches to architecture when he and Semi had received a letter from the Chairwoman informing them of the Council’s decision. Semi had grumbled (“why can’t politicians ever make up their minds”), but ultimately agreed, and Oohira had woken up optimistic on his first day of work. However, that optimism had started to dim from the moment he walked into their office in City Hall and heard Matsukawa ask Shimizu, “But where in this apartment building are we going to put the pro-bending stadium?”

He turns down another hallway, intending to find his way out of City Hall and get some fresh air - only to walk right into Kai.

“I heard yelling, so I brought pastries.” Kai says with a soft smile, lifting up the plate he was carrying. Reon briefly imagines what Kai’s reaction would look like if he were to collapse against the wall, clutching his chest like he wants to.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Reon chuckles, tugging at his hair. He glances back hesitantly towards the office, almost afraid he’ll see smoke coming out of it. “It doesn’t seem like we have that much in common.”

“What? You mean not all architects are the same?” Kai teases with exaggerated surprise, his grey eyes crinkling in laughter. Again, Reon resists the urge to use the wall as support.

"Um, we haven't officially met yet. I mean, we did meet, and it was really super official- but what I'm trying to say is- hi," Reon finishes awkwardly, seriously considering turning right around and facing Semi and the Earth Kingdom team instead of continuing to embarrass himself.

"Hi."

"I'm Oohira Reon."

"Kai Nobuyuki. Nice to meet you, Oohira."

"Nice to meet you, Kai."

They grin at each other for another beat before Kai's smile turns to an expression of concern. “Is there anything in particular that’s preventing the team from working together? Maybe I could help.”

Reon hesitates before answering, “It’s going to take more than a few days to get comfortable with each other, I guess. It’s just that it’s difficult to visualize a concrete representation of harmony between the four nations while being unable to demonstrate it within the team. Not that I’m complaining,” he adds on hastily, “But we all really believe in what the city stands for, and I think we’re scared of letting you down. I mean, letting the Council and the city down. As a whole. All of them, not one specific...entity.” Reon rubs the back of his head embarrassedly before admitting, “We don’t even know what type of building it’s going to be yet.”

“Don’t worry about falling behind. You can have all the time you need. It’s more important to have a design that stands as a message of harmony than it is to have just another apartment building,” Kai says earnestly, before adding on, “I can’t emphasize enough how there’s no need to rush. Unless you have to get back to the Fire Nation soon?”

Reon takes in what seems to be an almost hopeful expression. “No,” he says. “There’s no rush.”

Reon is sure Kai’s answering smile could serve as the inspiration for a city’s worth of buildings. An entire country’s worth of buildings.

“So...what about you? What are you working on?” Reon clasps his hands behind his back, then swings them to the front, then plants them on his hips before his brain catches up with them and he freezes.

“Oh, the usual. Right now, the Council is working on a policy that will strengthen the safety regulations on pro-bending. There’s also reports of anti-unity unrest in the downtown area that we have to address, and I have to send a letter to the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe about the plans for his visit next month...” He trails off, sighing deeply but revealing his excitement for his work in his eyes. “Well, that’s all boring political stuff you probably don’t want to hear about.”

“No,” Reon assures him hurriedly. “No, I want to hear about it.”

Kai blinks in surprise, so Reon tacks on, “You obviously care a lot. It’s not boring when you’re talking about it.”

“Oh. That’s, uh. That’s really good. Nice. Um, I’m going to. Office? But I’ll see you around,” Kai says, his face flushing as he backed away while shoving the pastries at Reon. He laughs in response and Kai almost stumbles before aggressively speed walking down the hallway.

Reon allows himself to lean against the wall briefly, only clutching at his chest a little bit, before heading in the opposite direction. He returns to the office with a faint smile on his face, stopping in the doorway as he takes in the nightmare come to life that is Semi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki all smirking at him.

Reon is not okay with being the cause of this sudden alliance.

“Who would win in a fight between an earthbender and a firebender?” he asks, and exits the office again as chaos takes over, bringing two pastries with him.

We can stand to take this slow, Reon thinks as he munches on his bread. I wouldn’t mind sticking around Republic City for a while longer.

[hq-au]

Go to school, take extracurriculars. Go to college, get decent grades. Get an office job. It pays alright. It’s fine. Try dating. It’s fine. Spend weekends watching tv or finishing your workload. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. It's— “Fuck it,” Bokuto and Kuroo decide one day. “Fuck it all”. They fish around. They start saving up. They find a big old house in the north country, dilapidated and cheap, on a drive to nowhere, and save up. Save up.

They quit their jobs and leave the city. They take out a loan and start fixing the house up. They’ll turn it into a bed & breakfast, they think. They get to know the locals. About a mile down the road lives a farmer, a youngish man named Ushijima. He knows some people and recommends them. They help with the plumbing. And the wiring. And the carpentry. And everything that this great lumbering beast of a house needs. Bokuto and Kuroo camp in the living room while the rest of the house is made habitable, using an actual tent against any leaks, and use a portable camping stove for the first few days before the gas and oven are working. “This is crazy,” they think laughingly, as they grill hot dogs and marshmallows over their dinky little stove, mocking themselves and this ridiculous idea of theirs.

They meet a guy in town named Terushima. He’s from the city too, like them (and his style of fashion certainly shows it, with his bleached hair, undercut, and tongue piercing), but he’s lived out here in the boondocks for the past five years. He teaches snowboarding and skiing to tourists at a lodge, up in the nearby, looming mountains, in the wintertime, having taken a lifelong passion and made a job out of it. He’s a little uncouth, but easy-going and has a good sense of humor, and they become quick friends. They tell him they’re opening a bed and breakfast. He laughs; he says he wouldn’t have pegged them for the type, they reply they didn’t either. He’s intrigued, and seems to nearly whoop with excitement when they invite him to come around once they’re open, and thanks them with vigor.

They post flyers around town and take an ad out in the paper to recruit employees. They chat up the local librarians hoping to get to know the town better, as well as maybe get the word out if it wouldn’t be too much trouble? The librarians tell them soliciting is frowned upon but they do have some brochure maps for the town if they’re interested, and then ask them to move out of the way for the people behind them in line. They don’t expect much, but when they’re in again a week later, one librarian, a calm, authoritative yet kindly woman in her fifties, tells them they have a potential candidate if they’d like to meet with her? They agree, and she leaves them and comes back a minute later with a small young woman who nervously, timidly introduces herself as Yachi Hitoka. She volunteers at the library after school but would like to try working as a maid, or a server, or whatever they need, and they tell her with a smile they’ll keep her in mind. The librarian tells them knowingly before they leave, after Yachi has gone back to work, that despite her timidity she’s a hard worker, and very good at what she does, and they’d honestly be lucky to have her as an employee. “We understand,” they say politely, and thank her.

They don’t have enough money to fix up the house, they realize, or at least not all of it. They make the painful decision to make sure everything needed is done for structural integrity, and then to leave several of the rooms untouched cosmetically. They’ll only have a handful of rooms for guests, but with hope and luck they’ll have the rest of the house fixed up with revenue within a year or two. On the bright side, the limit for capacity prevents them from taking on more customers than they might be able to handle; it’ll almost be like a trial period for them, a training run, and they’ll get sorely-needed practice in.

They hire Yachi. They open in time, and they get customers, though not many. Bokuto takes a day job at a restaurant to help pay the bills, and Kuroo translates some English literature into Japanese and vice versa for hire in his nights. Bokuto, the better cook, should be the one cooking for the guests, but he’s the only one who’d been able to find a job among the limited options the town holds for them, so he helps Kuroo improve his own culinary ability in the mornings and evenings before and after his shifts. “God bless his endless energy,” Kuroo thinks, his heart brimming with love as the other explains the finer points of a more complicated recipe.

Their first winter in the town they head up, at Terushima’s invitation, to the lodge he works at, and get to see him in action. He’s wearing a sleek winter sport suit that looks expensive as hell, and he swaggers a little as he moves around, until they get his attention, and then he comes bounding up to them, almost a bit like an excited dog, with a whoop and a holler. He shows them around the lodge and buys them lunch on his break, and then insists to try teaching them how to snowboard, or ski, their choice. Bokuto chooses snowboarding, Kuroo skiing (Terushima seems put out at that, and Kuroo supposes with amusement he chose wrongly), and Terushima does his best to teach them the basics. His efforts fruitless after one hour, he goes back to teach his afternoon class, and they decide to loiter and watch him teach. He’s calmer than they expected from a rebel punk, and more authoritative, and he’s surprisingly good with the children in the group.

They put out ads every once in a while, and they slowly build up local knowledge of their existence. They work hard, and it’s slow going, but eventually they get more customers. They finally manage to fix up the last few rooms, and their capacity expands. Yachi is a hardworking little champion, and in the evenings, on the days she can stay late, Kuroo helps tutor her in preparation for her entrance exams (she’s brilliant, clever, and innovative, and Kuroo laughs at the idea of her getting anything less than a scholarship to even a good school, but her mother is overbearing and Hitoka, sweet, and likely anxious even by nature, is riddled with insecurity, so Kuroo is happy to help assuage her fears any way he can). Bokuto sometimes sits in while they study and watches, leaning in, and his frequent gasps and exclamations of incredulity and praise earn laughs and blushes from her, and snickers, eye-rolls, and rebuttals of “Shut up, go do something useful” from Kuroo as he shoves him away by the face.

They’re studying one night when Yachi thanks Kuroo again for his help. “What’s this?” he asks, gasping in an exaggerated manner. “I told you to stop thanking me.” The first thirty times were more than enough, and he’s told her so. “I know,” she says, “It’s just that—” “What?” he asks, goading. She pauses, working up her courage. “I think you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met,” Yachi says. “Well,” he replies, regrowing his grin once his shock’s worn off, “that’s flattering, because you are definitely the smartest person I’ve ever met.” He manages to reply with his usual lazy smirk and drawl, but, unused to being complimented so straightforwardly,  he can’t quite help the blush spreading slightly across his cheeks. Yachi, for her part, combusts and stammers out Thank Yous and Oh Noes with a crimson face, too shocked to notice how touched her tutor is. Kuroo waits for her to calm down, and then they continue as if nothing happened.

All the while, Kuroo and Bokuto are forced to examine their feelings, which slowly, imperceptibly, have been changing over time. “When did this start?” They ask themselves, ask each other, but neither has the answer; maybe when they hatched this scheme, probably long beforehand. Maybe in high school, even, when they were young and things were simple enough to categorize as deep friendship. Maybe there wasn’t a single point where they crossed the line; there couldn’t have been, they’re sure, with how gradual it all happened. How natural it feels, they realize. They start having a talk one quiet night, but neither can finish it, and words die on their lips as they go back to watching tv. It takes a few days to find the courage to finish.

It’s three years (well, three years and five and a half months, but who’s counting) after it first opened that all the invited guests gather on the house’s front lawn. Officially it's an engagement-cum-life pledge celebration, and legalized gay marriage is still years away for Japan, but they all know what it’s supposed to be. Yachi's there, along with the greying librarian her mentor; Terushima is there, filming the reception with a very expensive-looking video camera and a wide, ecstatic grin (when he's not looking impish and smug, claiming he saw them coming years beforehand); Ushijima too, who, earthen and straightforward but believing in a take-life-as-it-comes philosophy, had become good friends with them and had never bat an eye (surprising them) when they themselves had become something more; along with the many other friends they’ve made in the town, including even a few former guests.