#haikyu fanfic

[bookskeepers]

i like me better - tsukishima kei

pairing: timeskip ! tsukishima kei x gn ! reader

word count: 932

content warning: fluff? maybe?, established relationship, i headcanon tsukki as the softest man on earth when he's in luuuuuv, yada yada ya

a/n: another writing piece. hopefully people like this one too and people like my characterization of tsukki! ahahah

totally wasn't thinking of the song with the same name while writing this too

Laughter echoes through the air as you, Tsukishima, and his volleyball friends play the board game. You're sitting next to the tall middle blocker, with Kageyama, Hinata, and Yamaguchi on the other side of the table. There's an open spot at the table for Sugawara too, but he's vanished momentarily to retrieve drinks for everyone.

"Who knew Tsukki sucked at monopoly?" Yamaguchi jokes after the blonde in question lands on one of the green-haired man's properties.

The glare Yamaguchi receives would've killed if Tsukishima had laserbeams coming out of his eyes. "It's a matter of luck, not a matter of skill," he snaps.

His hand, hidden by the table's edge, inches closer to yours. He's not one for big showy displays of affection when he's around his friends from high school, but he takes the time to make sure you know that he's aware of your presence, that he hasn't forgotten you when his friends are around.

You're grateful for the small show of affection that's hidden from his friends' nosy gazes. Tsukishima hands the rest of his fake-money to Yamaguchi, grumbling under his breath about how Monopoly was a stupid game choice.

"Don't go hating us now," Sugawara chimes in as he returns, his arms laden with various bottles. He begins handing them out, smiling kindly at you as he gives you your favorite drink. "Besides, if you grumble too much, you're going to put a damper on the mood." The silver-haired man nudges Tsukishima with his elbow, receiving the blonde's icy glare in return.

The game continues and, ever so slowly, Tsukishima scoots closer and closer to you on your shared side of the table. It's barely perceptible -- every few minutes, he'll shift his position in such a way that takes away a few millimeters from the distance between you two. By the time Kageyama and Hinata have been bankrupted, which was not long after Tsukishima's unfortunate end, your thigh grazes against his.

Within a few minutes, the game ends with you as the winner. Yamaguchi looks absolutely flabbergasted, since he had the most properties -- Sugawara seems less shocked, since he barely landed on anything other than the railroads and the "go straight to jail" options. Tsukishima, you notice, is glowing with pride at your win. He chuckles, shaking his head at Yamaguchi's yapping.

"There's no way you could've won, I had almost all of the properties!" Yamaguchi complains. He crosses his arms and pouts as the rest of you work on cleaning up the table.

Kageyama looks deep in thought, finally speaking up: "Tsukishima hasn't been nearly as mean as I thought he'd be when he lost."

The statement has you covering your mouth with one hand as you struggle to hold back laughter, while Yamaguchi and Hinata both give Kageyama a look of pure amazement. Sugawara, meanwhile, has managed to sneak up on the blonde and give him a good ol' fashioned Sugawara-style bop on the head. "Hey!" Tsukishima exclaims, rubbing the back of his head.

"He's gotten soft since, y'know," Hinata finally says after a few more moments of strangled laughter (from you) and awed silence (from him and Yamaguchi).

Tsukishima aims his glare at Hinata, his frown deepening into a scowl. "I have not gotten soft," he retorts. As if to prove his statement, he stands up. Towering over Hinata, his scowl is replaced with a smirk. "You, on the other hand, haven't gotten any taller."

Hinata turns bright red and begins stuttering about genetics and his height before you get off the floor and grasp Tsukishima's hand, pulling him away from the shorter man. "We should get going," you say in a soft voice, smiling at everyone else.

He nods at you before heading towards the door while you say your goodbyes, shaking Kageyama's hand and giving Hinata, Sugawara, and Yamaguchi a brief hug. "Thank you for having us," you tell them. "We'll see you guys soon!"

You turn on your heel and head over to your boyfriend, who simply waves his hand at the other four before opening the door for you. As the two of you exit the apartment and head for the elevator, Tsukishima entwines his fingers with yours once more. He looks deep in thought, and it takes you calling his name a few times to snap him out of his reverie.

"Kei? Kei. Kei!"

"Huh?" he asks as he looks at you, a small frown playing on his lips. "What?"

"What are you thinking about?"

His thoughts dissipate as he gazes at you, affection in his eyes. His frown softens into a slight smile, shaking his head. A faint pink dusts his cheeks out of embarrassment. "Just wondering if I've really gone soft."

"I think you have," you tease, poking his side with your free hand as you both enter the elevator that's finally arrived. "So soft, all because of me!"

He grabs your hand with his other one and pulls you close to him, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'm okay with that," he says simply, nuzzling his nose into your hair. "After all, I like me better when I'm with you."

You smile against him, enjoying the brief peace before the elevator opens and the two of you exit.

You're greeted by the cool, wintry air as you exit the building and, with Tsukishima's hand in yours, you smile at him. He notices your look and tilts his head like a puppy, asking a question with his eyes.

"I like me better when I'm with you, too," you say at last, giving his hand a squeeze.

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Could u do Haikyuu setters getting mad at their s/o because they missed their game because they were busy? Thank u 💕

A/n: I’m so bad at writing angst but why is this such a good ideafjdkla;jfdskl TY FOR THE REQ!! I’ll do a pt. 2 with more setters/characters if you guys req.! Please req. more characters for me to do <3

Genres: angst | comfort 

Characters: Kageyama Tobio | Kenma Kozume | Akaashi Keiji | Oikawa Toru 

Kageyama Tobio - Please don’t leave me!

wc: 321

You were sitting at your desk, getting some work done as you heard the door close. “Tobio?” You call out.

No response.

You found him sitting on your shared bed looking angry. “How’d you do, darling?” you ask tenderly.

“We won,” he mumbled with a scowl on his face.

“You don’t look like you’re too happy about it. What happened?” you sat down next to him on the bed.

He looked at you with a hurt expression on his face. “Why didn’t you come..?”

Your eyes immediately widened in shock. Guilt poured over you. “Tobio-”

“That was a really important game to me,” he whispered, voice trembling.

“I’m so sorry, I was busy with work-”

“You’re always busy with work!” he shouted out, tears welling up in his eyes. “You’re never there!”

“Tobio…” you whisper, tears of guilt and shame streaming down your cheeks. 

Kageyama stood up, and walked out of the room. “Tobio..? Where are you going?”

“Tobio?” You ran after him, desperation rising in your chest. How could lose this? How would you live without him?

“TOBIO!” You cried out, bowing down on your knees.

Hearing the absolute anguish and distress in your voice, Kageyama turned around.

“Please don’t break up with me! I’m so so sorry! I’ll never miss a game of yours again! I love you with my whole heart so please don’t leave me!” You sobbed with misery, feeling the end drawing close.

Kageyama took a step towards you and kneeled down. The sound of misery and desperation in your voice hurt his heart too much to leave you. He tapped you on the head with his finger.

Looking up, you saw a broken version of Kageyama. His expression was calm, but his eyes full of hurt, his face wet from tears.

He stared into your eyes for just a second and pulled you into the tightest hug you had ever received.

“I love you too.”

Kenma Kozume - I forgive you

wc: 251

Kenma: we won. omw to your house

Y/n: congrats! ily &lt;3

Read at 8:23 p.m.

Kenma unlocked your front door with the spare key you gave him. After greeting your mom, he headed to your room. 

“Kenma! Congrats!” you wrapped him up in a bear hug. “Kenma?” You tilted your head to the side, confused as to why Kenma looked so disappointed.

“What’s wrong, Ken?” you asked him.

“Nothing,” he whispered, looking at his feet.

“Kenma. Was it me?”

He turned his head towards you slowly, meeting your eyes. “I guess I’m just… mad at you.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m so sorry, what did I do?”

“It’s more like what you didn’t do…” he trailed off. “I wish you would’ve come to my game.” 

He looked away from you, tears in his eyes. It wasn’t apparent, but Kenma actually cared about volleyball. He cared about a lot of things other than video games. He searched through the crowd to find you, hoping that you could find time to come, but he realized that you weren’t going to show up.

“Kenma…” you watched as he wept silently. “I’m so so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No. It’s not!” you yelled, fighting back tears. “I wasn’t there for you when it really mattered!” You wrapped him up into a hug, holding on tight. You couldn’t lose him. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me; I’ll come to all of your games from now on!” 

“Y/n…” Kenma mumbled through tears. “I forgive you.”

Akaashi Keiji - Paradise

wc: 435

“Akaashi?” You looked up from your laptop, hearing the door open. You’re eyebrows creased when you saw the angry expression on his face. “Is everything alright, darling? I thought you won.”

“We did win,” Akaashi mumbled bitterly. “You would’ve known that if you came, though.”

He tore off his coat and shook off his shoes before heading to your shared room. “Akaashi?” You followed him to your room, seeing him pacing back and forth.

“I’m sorry I was busy-”

“You’re always busy! You’re never there! You’ve come to one of my games in the two years that we’ve dated each other! This is something I care about! HOW COULD YOU NOT CARE!?” He shouted at you as tears fell down his face.

You stood in the doorway in shock, tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t bare to see the one you loved so much with so much pain and hurt in his eyes, but yet again, you were the one who had caused it. 

You stood in silence as you watched him storm off and down the stairs. Suddenly, a thought appeared in your mind. I’m about to lose him.

Instantaneously, your feet started moving. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you yelled after Akaashi. “Please don’t leave! Let me fix this! Akaashi I love you!”

The front door slammed shut. It’s over. You’re paradise is leaving you.

You crumpled up into a ball, sobbing, mumbling to yourself, “Please don’t leave. I love you. I love you. I love you…”

-

Akaashi went on a walk. He needed to clear his mind. He was so angry at you, but the way you looked so broken when he left made him feel so guilty. Suddenly, a thought appeared in his head. 

That’s it. She’s going to leave you.

His eyes widened at the sudden thought. Almost as fast as the thought came to him, he turned around and started sprinted towards home.

He opened the door, breathing heavily, to find you curled up into a ball on the ground, sleeping. He noticed that your eyes were puffy and your face was wet. Seeing you like that made him feel absolutely terrible.

He dried your face with his thumbs and scooped you up into his arms. He carried you to your bedroom and tucked you in. After he took a shower, he laid in bed next to you.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly. Please forgive me…” he said, voice shaking.

Your sleeping body wrapped your arms around Akaashi and pulled him closer. “I’m sorry,” you whispered into his chest.

Oikawa Toru - Addicted

wc: 223

“Y/n, how could you miss that game! How could you miss so many games! You’re always too busy! Why can’t you just show up for once!” Oikawa shouted at you. 

“I-I’m sorry Toru.” Your voice shook as you saw tears racing down his face. 

He looked at you, the agony in his eyes stinging you. 

“I’m sorry! You’re right! I’m never there when I should be! But please…” you trailed off, hot tears staining your face. “Don’t leave me. Please forgive me! I’ll show up to every ga-”

“I forgive you…” He looked to the side. “How could I not… When I love you so much? I love you so much it hurts. I get butterflies every time I see you! My stomach does flips when I hear your name! Y/n, your love is like a drug and I’m addicted. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!”

You stood in front of him, eyes wide with shock.

“I’ll always forgive you Y/n. No matter what you do, I’ll always love you too much. No matter how painful, I’ll forgive you! No matter how-”

You wrapped your arms around Oikawa’s torso, holding him so tight you thought you might break his ribs.

“I forgive you, Y/n,” he whispered, holding you close. “I love you too much not to.”

A/n: OMG WHY IS ANGST SO HARD TO WRITE? My heart hurts. I hope yours does too. That’s how I’ll know I did my job 🫡. Have a nice day cutie <33

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➤ y/n definitely has a soft spot for shoyo. she'll say yes to what he says 90% of the time ➤ sooo the "hyogo accent" is actually referring to the kansai dialect, which is supposedly meant to be the equivalent to the american country accent. LMAO } ➤ y/n spoke with the "hyogo accent" for most of her life, but learnt how to switch between a tokyo/standard accent due to spending most of her summers there. ➤ she's gotten so used to talking with a standard accent that her natural accent rarely slips when speaking. ➤ the only people who have heard her natural accent (besides the hyogo boys) would have to be akaashi since they're roommates. ➤ bokuto hasn't heard the accent because y/n and him simply don't hang out enough! surprisingly, bokuto's probably the busiest guy in their apartment. due to bokuto's busy schedule, y/n and him haven't had enough time to bond outside of home. ➤ sakusa has made a personal note to never ever touch suna's phone

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𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞 - 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢

chapter one: oi with the poodles already.

notes: i'm only posting chapter one here on tumblr, if you would like to read the rest of the story/chapters you'll have to read it on my wattpad, ao3, or quotev. if anyone understands the reference we're instantly best friends, i don't make the rules. also, for lore, y/n is not orignally from japan. she was an exchange student in high school at inarizaki (that's how she met and befriended suna & the miyas) she ends up staying after graduation bcuz she loves it sm. :3 

warnings: mature language/swearing,

(if you would like to be tagged in my future hq x reader work, feel free to let me know and i'll tag you!)

─── °∘🍎∘° ───

"Oi with the poodles already." 

Suna slowly turned his gaze over towards the girl sitting across from him, glancing up from his phone to stare at her. "What?" 

She looks up from her ipad in confusion, "What?" 

"What the hell did you just say?" 

She hums in understanding, looking back down at her ipad. "Oi with the poodles already. It's a saying." 

Suna's eyebrows furrowed. "It is not a saying." 

"Yes, it is. I just said it, therefore it is a saying." 

He lets out an amused snort. "I swear this is why I don't spend time with you anymore." 

Y/n pouts, "Rude. I'll have you know I am excellent company." 

"I don't have the time or the energy to deal with your moronic behavior today." He teases, reaching for his drink and going to take a sip. He frowns when he realizes it's empty. He reaches for Y/n's drink and takes a sip of that instead. 

"Hey! You can't just insult me and then drink my drink!" 

Suna shrugs nonchalantly. "Suck it up, buttercup." 

Y/n scowls over at him but doesn't bother to grab her drink back as she returns her attention to the drawing on her ipad. She nibbles on the end of her apple pencil, eyebrows furrowed in thought. 

"Okay, pyscho." Sunarin huffs and Y/n glares up at him. "What'd I do this time?" 

"What kind of lunatic bites their apple pencil?" He sets her drink down and leans back in his seat. 

"It's a habit!" She slumps down, "Stop bullying me!" 

Suna tilts his head back and laughs. "It's not my fault you're deranged." 

Y/n purses her lips in a pout and sinks down further in her seat. "Meanie." 

Sunarin chuckles and shakes his head to himself. He turns his attention back onto his phone. 

───

friday, sep 18th. 

memers & schemers 🤡 😏

(suna rintarou, miya osamu, miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, hinata shoyo, kiyoomi sakusa, reed junia) 

3:47 pm

tsummie 

guys i'm bored, wya? 

rinnie 

i'm at sip & savor  w/ stinky. 

omiomi

who's stinky? 

bo 

@.samu ? 🤔

samu

rude !! 

rinnie 

nah lol 

y/n 

tsummie 

ohhh 

that makes sense

samu 

i'm telling her you said that 

bo 

who's y/n? 

samu 

a girl we know from hs 

bo 

do i smell romance?? 👁👃👁 

omiomi 

you've been hanging with junia too much.  tsummie 

that's his literal gf??? 

rinnie 

no romance lol we're just buds

juny

i've been summoned. 

👁👄👁

samu 

the SPEED in which she sent that is scary 

tsummie 

omi's in trouuuuuble 

omiomi

shut the fuck up tsumu. 

bo 

LMFAO

tsummie 

exuse me??? 

BRO YOU WANNA GO

juny 

tsumu omi would WHOOP your ass 

rinnie 

LMAO 

FACTS DUDE 

TSUMU STANDS NO CHANCE 

tsummie 

WHAT THE FUCK 

WHY AM I GETTING ATTACKED

WHERE IS THE FAITH

omiomi 

they speak the truth. 

hina

LOL 

WHATD I MISS?!?! 

tsummie 

HINATA TELL THEM I WOULD BEAT OMIS ASS 

hina

IN WHAT? 

tsummie 

JUST IN GENERAL 

MAN TO MAN

hina

... 

omiomi 

lmfao- 

even hinata knows the truth. 

tsummie 

HINATA YOU TRAITOR!!! 😡😡

hina

I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING

juny 

silence speaks louder than words. 

hina 

ID STILL CHEER YOU ON TSUMU

JUNIAA??!! 

GIMME A BREAK 😫😫😫

tsummie 

fuck you guys

ALSO NO ONE ELSE SAID WHERE THEY WERE WTFF

juny

i'm w/ bo. 

bo 

i'm w/ junia. 

samu 

the way they sent that at  the EXACT same time-- 

im dead

rinnie 

LMAOOO 

COUPLE GOALS 

juny

"couple goals" ... 

bro that's so gay- 

bo 

LMFAO

IM WHEEXING 

rinnie 

LET ME LIVE

BUT ALSO-

💅 

juny 

also @.tsummie bo and i  are at my place. 

and no you cannot come. 😃

tsummie 

YOURE SO MEAN 😭😭😭 

hina 

IM OMW HOME 

WHY IS THERE A PLAN TO HANG OUT?? 

juny 

kiss my ass. 

also no- tsumu's just a troll. 

tsummie 

WHATS WITH THE BULLYING 😭

i just wanted to know cuz i'm BORED

@.bo control your woman!!! 

samu 

i'm studying w/ omi. 

but we're almost done. 

bo 

LOL 

i'd much rather enjoy  the show

juny 

🥰😘

rinnie 

brb gagging 

juny 

🤡🔪

tsummie 

rin are you still out w/ y/n?

rinnie 

yeah, we're still at sip & savor.  we've just been chilling here the past half hour or so. 

we were studying but ofc  she gave up. 

tsummie 

ofc- 

can i come? 🥺👉👈

hina 

ME TOO 🥺👉👈

rinnie 

lmao ig 

i don't think y/n would mind 

samu 

tsumu can you bring me back something? 

tsummie 

no. 😋

you want something you're  gonna have to come. 

samu 

eat shit and die. 

i literally can't come i've got  work in fifteen

please 🥺

rinnie 

i can bring you back smth pooks

samu 

thank you pooks 

tsummie 

now i'm the one gagging 

hina 

LOL 

rinnie 

just text me what you  want and i'll get it for you

also atsumu stfu 

you literally cuddled with bo on monday i don't wanna hear it

tsummie 

THATS DIFFERENT

juny 

i'll fight you 🔫

rinnie 

LMFAOOO 

PLEASE DO

samu 

IM TEAM JUNY 

juny 

bruh i'd kick his ass 

tsummie 

UMMM?? 

I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT 

BUT ALSO SHARING IS CARING 

juny 

can't share with you  when you're six feet under ☺️

tsummie 

BRO RELAX 

samu 

i love how she teleports here the second she or bo is mentioned lmao 

rinnie 

top tier entertainment fr 

omiomi 

can i come too? 

tsummie 

HUH?? 

samu 

lol he literally spawns outta  nowhere 

juny

omi will do anything for his coffee 💕

(honestly same-)

bo 

bros obsessed 

omiomi 

to sip & savor, dumbass. 

rinnie 

IM CRYING 

tsummie 

well SORRY its not like we were in the middle of a convo or smth- 

rinnie 

yeah sure omi you can come too. 

omiomi 

cool. hinata can you come  pick me up on your way? 

tsummie 

WHY AM I BEING IGNORED 

omiomi 

maybe because no one  wants to talk to you. 

hina 

YEAH SURE OMI 

WHERE ARE YOU?? 

tsummie 

KIYO THATS SO MEAN 😭😭

STOP HATING ON ME 

omiomi

i'm at the library. 

and no. 

hina 

MKAY I'LL BE BY IN LIKE 10

ATSUMU YOU'RE COMING WITH US RIGHT?? 

tsummie 

well i was planning to 

hina 

KK I'LL PICK YOU UP FIRST

tsummie 

thanks 🍊! 

hina 

YOURE WELCOME 

rinnie 

wait is this the 1st time  hinata and kiyo are meeting y/n? 

omiomi 

i've never met her before. 

but i've heard you guys talk  about her. 

hina 

I MET HER VERY BRIEFLY 

SO KINDA 

juny 

hinata don't text and drive. 

hina 

SORRY SORRY 

tsummie 

LMAOOO 

SOMEONE GOT IN TROUBLE 

rinnie 

she really does just teleport- 💀

okay well ig you guys can meet her properly now! i'll ttyl- samu text me what you want!! 

samu

mkay! 

───

Rintarou looks up from his phone screen towards the girl sitting across from him. "The guys are stopping by in a bit. I hope that's okay." 

Y/n - who was still drawing on her ipad - hums softly. "Yeah. That's fine. Which guys?" 

"Hinata, Atsumu and Sakusa." 

She glances up from her ipad. Y/n had known Atsumu since high school and she had met Hinata briefly. But she has never met Sakusa before. She has heard about him and seen him at a distance. 

Meeting new people made her anxious, however, she was very curious. 

Plus, the dude was fine. 

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TEXT ME: SHOYO x Y/N (part 4)

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(cw: ballet!reader, reader is in college studying ballet, Shoyo is back from Brazil, kissing, tit play, romantic sex)

(a/n: like my status if u caught my waiting for godot reference. also this is so romantic i loved this)

words: 831

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Your college apartment is scattered with clothes and dirty dishes. (You’re swamped with homework, okay?)

It’s comfy and cozy, with a rose pink couch and scuffed-up coffee table.

Shoyo lies on top of you, kissing you into oblivion. He hums against your lips, pressing his hips into yours.

“Miss me, pretty girl?”

Shoyo had been away for two years, playing in Brazil. You’d started studying ballet at college: learning history, techniques, everything. Your life is saturated in dance, and your body is usually sore. But your skills are improving, and auditions for the school’s next production are coming. They doing the classic: Swan Lake. You want a solo. You want Odette.

But that’s another story.

Now, Shoyo is on top of you, asking if you missed him.

“Of course!” You say, whining as you arch up into him. Shoyo smiles, wicked sparkle in his amber eyes.

“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, “You better.”

You giggle as he nuzzles your nose.

His voice is raspy, cheeks red in hazy pleasure. Your greedy hands find their way beneath his t-shirt; this is the first makeout sesh you both have has since Shoyo returned. You squeeze his abs, lips parted as a gasp escapes you.

He is sculpted.

Shoyo smiled deviously as he lets you grope his muscles.

“Like that, sweetheart?”

“Mhmm!” You nod happily as you move to squeezing his biceps.

Shoyo snickers.

He ruts his hips into yours. Impatient.

“Want ya,” he says, raspy. His skin is rosy and his smile is syrupy. He demonstrates his want again, pressing his clothed erection against your core. “Missed ya so bad, baby.”

“Missed you too,” you gasp. You grab his face, bringing your mouths together for a hot, messy kiss. “Want you,” you say.

Shoyo’s eyes darken, and his own greedy hands work their way below your shirt. He fondles at your tits, calloused hands strong and warm. “So sexy f’me…,” his whispers, lifting your shirt over your breasts. You’re not wearing a bra: your chest is exposed to his hungry gaze.

He leans down, starting to kiss your skin. His lips are perfect.

He teases you.

Shoyo’s body fits against yours like a warm, weighted blanket. He’s familiar: solid, heavy, warm. Tethering.

He snickers at the sounds you make.

“Sho!” You gasp impatiently, arching up against him, “Want you, now!”

Shoyo lets out a groan, lifting off of you to tug his own shirt off over his head. You lick your lips, and reach out to touch. Shoyo undoes the strings of his sweatpants.

His body is godlike.

It’s sculpted, rosy, and amber-freckled. Shoyo is strong and warm, and when he circles his arms around your waist, making love to you, he is Safe. Home. Harbor.

Him.

“Shoyo,” you whine, arms around his neck, “Love you so much~!”

He nips at your jawline, then moves to smooching down your neck. His cock is safely inside you, deep at your core, as he shows you just how much he missed you.

“Love ya too, baby. Always have—,” he cuts himself off with a heady groan, before hiding his face in your neck. His arms are around you, holding you to him in missionary.

Shoyo thrusts into you slowly, steadily. He’s making love to you in every sense of the word. His time away had grown you into a needy mess: keening and writhing and arching into his grasp.

He’s not much better, whining and gasping in your ear. Your bodies are fit perfectly, soulfully together. Sexting and video calls these past two years were nothing, nothing compared to this. This

rhythm.

That’s the word to describe it: rhythm. Your heartbeats are intertwined: synced and aligned. Ah, how sweetly he loves you, and—

Shoyo.

He cums with a sound an angel might make: heady and heavenly and all, all yours. Fuck.

You’re cumming,

too.

“Shoyo!” You moan, face hidden in his shoulder. He steers you through another orgasm, sex incarnate, as he gasps and moans right along with you. Love, love, love…

“That’s it, that’s it, pretty girl~” He smooches below your ear. Slowly, you both come down.

Air leaves you both in a satisfied sigh. Shoyo pulls out of you, and scoops you up as he stands. You smile, eyes closed, as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter, and smooches your cheek before turning on the hot water.

“Hm, pretty girl? Didja like that?” He asks, cheeks all flushed with a sleepy smile. You nod, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your fingers in his soft, orange hair. You kiss him, slowly.

“Mm, loved it,” you murmur against his soft lips. He circles his arms around your waist. His kisses are long and languid.

“Love you,” he whispers, voice cracking. His lips brush your cheeks, your jaw, your eyelids. He is murmuring sweet little praises into your skin. He smells like summer.

Like sunshine,

like summer.

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[your-local-baguette]

Sorry this took kinda long

This turned into very quick made because i again accidentally deleted the original that looked like just relationship hc. im sorry if this wasn't what you were looking for

Suna rintarou

Curled up in tons of blanket, a four pm nap at his place, most definitely skipping pratice. but he usually grabs your waist when you get out of class dragging you to an empty classroom. You both would sit down and you sitting in between his legs snuggling into him, his arms around your hips and his head snuggling in your neck. You would either rest your head on his or pet his head while just snuggling into him. Once kita walked in you both in that exact position, you gave him a shush sign and he he nodded before walking out. He was nice enough to let you both like this and just walked back to the gym.

Kita Shinsuke

It would be in a comfortable silence, your usually sleeping using his shoulder as your pillow. He would be reading a book but actually just checking out your sleeping face,

To him its the most adorable thing ever, he looks like he is reading but he actually is just looking at you. He cant do anything else while your there just looking good, he'd drop his book and lay down while huggin you on his chest, just amazing.

When your not sleeping you'd be sitting on his lap while he just enjoy your presence, he adores your scent and usually just sniff your neck while your catching up with your family who's in [ county ]. He would sometime kiss your ear or temple, legit he leaves the most tender kisses ever.

Osamu miya

Chill guy you got there, this man actually simps more for you than his fangirls simps for him. He loves snuggling his face close to yours, him laying on you is more common than you laying on him. He would rest his head in the crook of your neck seeking warmth from it. You'd be massaging his back after a harsh pratice, when you would press on a tense area he'd arch his back snuggle in your shoulder, in reality Osamu is a big softie for you. His arms would go around your neck, he would sigh and smile against your skin.

Atsumu miya

Teasy and pervy but cuddling, yes absolutely. He would definitely lay on your cherries, he is shameless but he awfully good at cuddling. Apart from laying on your chest he would also lay on your ass while massaging your back. But he really like seeing you laying on his chest, sound asleep while he enjoying the feeling of him being spoiled by your sound asleep face.

Atsumu really like cuddles dates like you sitting next to him while laying on his shoulder, watching an anime or something. Its just a great relaxing method after practices.

If i do make one, the character will be a surprise!

[starglossie]

CHAPTER TWO IS NOW LIVE! 

[inkface-fahz]

The Orchard, Fraternal 

T for discussion of alcohol abuse and anxiety |3.9k | Birthday Fic |  Ukatake | Takeda Sisters/Cousins Universe

When one reaches adulthood, there are certain habits and routines one must learn as your relationships change to family. Once one leaves behind their smallest years, one perhaps stops running to their older sibling, clinging to their pants. Perhaps by junior high, you are decisively moving in a direction unlike them. And once you are both adults, with your separate lives, you need to consider what meaning you imbue in the moments of connection, and the objects you use as a proxy for the honesty and earnestness left in childhood.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45158251

[mentalitywasteland]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Yachi Hitoka/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Yachi Hitoka & Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Yachi Hitoka, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Various Karasuno Character(s), Tsukishima Kei Additional Tags: Puppy Love, Actually Platonic Love, Fluff and Humor, Gay Awakening, Romance, Pining, Loser Leading the Loser, Self-Indulgent, YACHI MANAGER LORE RRAHHHH Summary:

Yamaguchi and Yachi think they like each other, but they actually don't 'like' each other that way.

[c1nnam00n]

me tweaking out trying to find that one good fanfic

[makkir0ll]

private chef! osamu x ceo!reader.

you hired him because you had little to no time to make healthy meals, living off of microwave ramen most of the time. incredibly unhealthy so you hired a private chef. you didn't see him often, only in the morning for a couple of minutes as you ate your breakfast and occasionally he would stand across the counter preparing your lunch.

you can't deny that he's cute, brown hair and big biceps that are constricted from his black compression shirt, the way his muscles are flexed every time he moves. his cooking skills are an added plus. you thank whatever angel is watching over you to give you such a hot man who can cook your meals. but obviously, you had to keep it professional but that doesn't stop you from ogling at him and he doesn't notice either so there’s no harm. (he has noticed.)

and he's not one to complain either. he particularly likes it when you come home late. hair in a messy bun, the first couple of buttons from your work shirt unbuttoned a little bit and at certain angles he can get a peek of the lacy black bra you decided to wear that day.

but his top favorite is when you come out of the shower on those late nights, dressed in your victoria secret silk pajama set, hair wet, and cheeks red from the heat of the shower. you smile softly at him as you take a bit of the dinner he cooked that night and he always falls to his knees weak at the sight of your smile rather than the usual scowl on your face due to the annoying people you have to deal with at work.

and when you fall asleep on the couch as he cleans up the dishes he freezes, he's never seen you so peaceful. would it be breaking boundaries to carry you to your bed? no he thinks, i mean you back would hurt if you slept here all night he justifies as he slowly picks you up and places you softly on your bed.

one day he will get to do that and sleep with you in his arms. but right now he had to plan out your breakfast for tommorow.

@cottonlemonade bc it’s infesting my brain

[bookskeepers]

surprise surprise - bokuto kōtarō

pairing: timeskip ! bokuto kōtarō x gn ! reader

word count: 1,392

content warning: sad bokuto (but only for a bit i promise), fluff, surprises, lovie as a pet name, hopefully cute, established relationship, kōtarō is, in fact, emotionally immature but we love him for it (he is my husband)

a/n: this idea came to me in a dream (oops) so i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did (p.s. who knew writing self insert fics on tumblr was so self indulgent (me. i did))

A FEW WEEKS AGO

The two of you were seated on your shared bed, a position you often found yourself in whenever Bokuto was down in the dumps. He, of course, was unhappy with the news that he'd have to go abroad for his next set of matches with Japan's national volleyball team. When he was telling you about it, there were tears in his eyes and his hair seemed to droop to reflect his downtrodden mood. His large hands had clasped yours, holding them against his chest, and you felt his heartbeat through the material of his shirt.

"Kō," you had said, freeing one of your hands to gently caress his cheek. "It's only a few weeks, lovie. It's not that long."

He let out a whine at your words, clearly in much more distress than you were. "But a few weeks without you feels like forever!" he complains, taking the chance to scoot closer to you and rest his head on your shoulder. "And... and you're my good luck charm, so what if we do badly? And the last match will be on my birthday and it'll be my first birthday without you in a while!"

You gave him a soft smile, rubbing your thumb across his cheekbone (at least, you hoped it was his cheek -- you couldn't quite see what you were rubbing since his head was on your shoulder). "I'll watch from the TV and send you texts! I'll be there in spirit," you promised. "And you'll get to come back to a birthday present, isn't that awesome?"

This seemed to alleviate his mood somewhat, as he lifted his head off your shoulder and looked into your eyes. Hope gleamed in those beautiful golden eyes of his. "You promise?" he asked, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

"Pinkie promise," you replied, removing your hand from his face to hold out your pinkie. He twisted his own pinkie with yours, nodding resolutely.

He departed the next day, and, while you weren't as expressive as he was, you could feel your heart sting a bit as his large frame left your apartment. Every temporary goodbye was the same with him, but that's how it was when you were used to sharing the same bed every night.

A FEW DAYS AGO

An idea popped into your head while you're at your job. You could feel the exhaustion weighing on your limbs as you go through the motions, doing the tasks that were expected of you. Every time Bokuto had to leave for some form of volleyball-related activity, you found yourself sleeping less -- and this time was no different.

However, what was different from previous trips was the idea forming in your mind. Bokuto loves surprises in any form, and the lightbulb going off in your head would be the biggest surprise of all. When you're finally free from your occupation, you rushed home, willing the metro to run faster. It doesn't, but being in a hurry makes it feel like it was crawling at a snail's pace.

Upon your arrival, you barely managed to kick off your shoes before you're sitting in front of your computer, opening a new tab to start planning your surprise in detail.

PRESENT

Another miss is all that runs through Bokuto's head as he spikes the ball on the opposing court, only for it to hit out of bounds. It feels like every shot that Atsumu set for him's a waste, since he can't seem to land any points. Every single blocked spike and out-of-bounds fail is met with a resounding, "Don't mind!" from the rest of the team. It's even worse when Atsumu switches out with Kageyama, because the black-haired setter fixates a glare on him whenever he doesn't succeed.

It's only halfway through the first set, with the Japan national team being ahead despite Bokuto's fumbles. Anyone could see that the #4 outside hitter is off his game, but only his teammates actually knew why -- it was his birthday, and he isn't spending it with you.

After several more failures on his end, he starts getting into his own head. His mood drops to the point where the coach swaps him out with Hoshiumi, and that's when Bokuto really feels his spirits vanish. He slumps on the bench, ignoring the attempts of the coach and the manager to cheer him up. Insults aimed at himself run rampant through his mind, and he can't seem to make them stop. The missed shots, compounded with not seeing you on his birthday, create a volatile mixture that resulted in his depressed state.

He wishes he could check his phone to see if you texted, to see what unique commentary you always send him whenever you're watching him play on the television. But, alas, he's stuck on the volleyball court, glued to the bench, eyes on the floor.

So deep in negative thoughts that he doesn't quite notice when your familiar figure stands at the sidelines, nor does he notice it when you call his name several times. It takes the national team's coach giving Bokuto a rather harsh shove on the shoulder to snap him out of his spiraling.

It looks like it's taking him every ounce of his strength to lift his head up to look at the couch, who then gestures in your direction. A soft smile etches itself onto your face as he slowly turns his head to look at you, and you can see the gears working behind his eyes when the two of you make eye contact. His posture slowly straightens, and a furrow appears in his brows.

"Is... is that really you or am I hallucinating?" he asks, half to you and half to himself. You can't really hear him from where you're standing, but you've been with Bokuto long enough to guess what he was saying.

In response, you hold your hands out, your smile widening as he jumps up and runs over to you. "You're here, you're really here!" he exclaims as he easily hops the divider and hugs you tightly, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. He plants a big kiss on your lips, and you have to prevent yourself from melting into it before he separates. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to surprise you, Kō," you reply, watching as his smile grows even wider. "Happy birthday, lovie."

He gives you another big hug before a shrill whistle pierces the air, in which he whips around to look at the court. "Okay, okay, don't go anywhere! I'll be back to shower you in hugs and kisses when the game's over!" he calls over his shoulder as he hops the divider, beaming as the coach puts him back in the game.

Your appearance seems to reinvigorate him, as he's suddenly slamming spike after spike within bounds, either via insane line shot or even crazier cross shot. Within no time, the Japan national team beats its opponent in both the first and second set, leading to its victory. Bokuto cheers the loudest out of his entire team, exchanging high fives with Atsumu and Hinata before running back over to you. You're still standing in the same spot you chose after your arrival, but your grin is as wide as his.

He holds his hands up for a high five and you enthusiastically give him two. "You did amazing, Kō!" you exclaim, dropping your hands from high-five position to his shoulders.

He turns bright pink, as if that's the first compliment you've ever given him (it was not). He mumbles something under his breath, and you have to somehow get closer to hear him, despite your proximity.

"What was that?"

"I said, you're my good luck charm, of course I did amazing!" he replies -- a little too loudly -- before wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close. "Did you book a hotel room?" he murmurs into your hair, and you have to strain your ears to hear him over the din of the crowd going crazy.

"No, I kind of assumed we'd be staying in the same room?" you respond, your pitch increasing at the end to indicate your hopefulness.

"Of course we're staying in the same room," he responds. "After all, I can't spend my birthday without you!"

[sleepyxxhead]

༉‧₊˚. 09/27/23!!

SYNOPSIS: it’s tsukishima’s birthday!

WORD COUNT: 0.3k

CONTENT: no warnings!

GENRES: fluff

CHARACTERS: tsukishima kei x gn!reader

NOTES: yayyy my fav dino lover :) he’s 27 today! here’s a small drabble for his bday!!

Tsukishima woke up to the sweet scent of strawberries tickling his nose.

As well as an unfamiliar feeling. His side of the bed sunk just a little bit more than usual; he was just a little bit colder. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, trying to sort through sleepy thoughts in order to figure out what was wrong.

As he opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them, he realized that you weren’t in your usual spot tucked in his arms.

He slowly came to sit up, reaching for his glasses on the bedside table. “Y/N?” he rasped.

Tsukishima heard a small rustle. A few moments later, you stuck your head through the doorframe. “Kei! You’re awake!” You strode to his side of the bed, cupping your hands around his cheeks. “Happy birthday!”

You leaned down to kiss him, rubbing his cheek with your finger. “I made you some cake!” you grinned, grabbing his hand.

After leading him to the kitchen, Tsukishima found the room adorned with dinosaur-themed decor. On the kitchen table, there was a small cake with white frosting and a pink border lined with strawberries. As he stepped closer, he could make out a small T-rex frosted on top with a pink party hat as well as neat, pink letters that read “Happy Birthday Kei! 27!”

“Ta-da! Strawberry shortcake, your favorite!” you beamed.

He looked at you, eyes softening. “Thank you, Love.”

You only smiled in response before grabbing a kitchen knife to cut the cake. “Would you do the honors?” 

Tsukishima took the knife in his hands, wrapping his long, slender fingers around the handle. He cut the cake into 6 slices, plating 2 of them to eat for breakfast. As the two of you sat down at the table, you told him about the lunch plans you had made with his old volleyball teammates. He only nodded in response, mouth stuffed full of the sweet cake you had made for him.

NOTES: fdksajf;ldks I ALWAYS DO BDAYS SO LATE AND I’M ALWAYS MISSING BDAYS I HONESTLY JUST HAVE TO SET REMINDERS AND SHIT

ANYWAYS IT’S NOT TSUKKI’S BIRTHDAY IN JAPAN ANYMORE FDSJKA literally crying

have a nice day cutie <33

dividers: @cafekitsune

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[renardiererin]

rintarou suna with his intensely green eyes who likes to stare into your soul until he’s got you squirming and breathing heavy, and then he’ll smile slowly and say, “yeah? you must just love me sooo much if i’ve got you all riled up from an innocent little staring contest, baby,” knowing damn well it wasn’t innocent.

rintarou suna who will have you folded with your legs over his shoulders and your back arching off the bed as he mercilessly pounds into your tiny little hole, toying with your clit and pinching and pulling at the fat of your thighs & breasts. he’ll have you crying and whining out his name as you reach your arms up for a handful of his hair to grab onto as he angles his hips just enough to get his leaky tip slamming against your gummy spots. “you’re always so wet in this position, darlin’, i’m startin’ to think my eyes turn you on.”

[kemistre]

εïз┊𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 — feat. bokuto kotarou, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou

synopsis. seeing your other half shirtless is a normal part of a relationship, but how do they react when it’s your first time seeing him without his shirt on?

— content warnings. suggestive, shirtless 2D men, pet names (baby, darling, angel, pretty baby), kiyoomi is shirtless & pantless ;) — word count. 890

εïз┊author's note. posting this gem again for funsies and i literally cannot stop thinking about every single one of these men :3

εïз┊b. kotarou

he couldn’t help but text you as he opened the door to his apartment. after sakusa’s spike to his stomach, he needed to tell you not only how cool it was, but how much it hurt. it wasn’t long after his last text that you were at his doorstep, gladly being invited in by his voice echoing throughout the small apartment. “ko?” “baby!” he popped out from the doorway of the bathroom, a giant smile on his lips. his legs moved on their own as he approached you, his instinct to kiss you upon seeing your beautiful face. he cupped your cheeks, his lips grazing over your own before he pulled back, your cheeks hotter than they usually are. his head tilted in confusion as he stood there half-clothed, his chest—his abs—put on display just for you. “baby? are you still in there..?” he knocked lightly on your head, completely clueless of the effect he had on you.

εïз┊ m. atsumu 

a sigh fell from his lips as he threw his jersey to the side, practice had been tough on him recently. though, he couldn’t figure out why that was. he was just so stiff, and his sets were lacking, it had stressed him out. of course you knew that, he couldn’t not tell you what was going through his mind. he huffed as stretch his back, putting his arms above his head. his eyes found the mirror above his dresser, a small smirk appearing on his lips as he looked at the body he’d made for himself. “h-hey ‘tsumu, i brought food..” his attention was now on you who stood in the doorway of his bedroom with food in hand, it was evident by your face you were flustered, and he knew why. he smiled, stepping towards you with dark eyes. “well thanks angel.” he took the food from your hands, quickly giving you a kiss on the cheek. he smirked, his lips grazed your own before he let out a breathy chuckle. “like what ya see? first time if i remember correctly.”

εïз┊ i. hajime

he let the water slide down his throat, quickly wiping the sweat from his forehead after his morning run. he sighed, setting the bottle onto the kitchen counter as he pulled his tank top over his head before throwing it over his shoulder. you said you were going to stop by earlier in the morning, though he figured he’d have time to shower, make the two of you lunch, and be able to hang out the rest of his day off. thoughts of what to make you filled his head as he opened the fridge. “you look a little sweaty, haji.” you giggled, making him turn to you as you eyed him. he grew flustered at your sudden appearance. “i thought you were coming over later..” “i told you i was on my way.” now that you mentioned it, he did feel his phone buzz in his pocket, though he never got around to checking it. after that moment, after your little smirks towards him the rest of the night there was no way he was going to live down your teasing. he just hoped you wouldn’t tell oikawa.

εïз┊s. kiyoomi

his wet hair dripped water onto the bathroom floor, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror. his curly hair covered his face, his towel loosely wrapped around his waist as water droplets slid down his chest. the steam from the hot shower dispersing through the crack in the bathroom door. with a little shake of his head, he pushed himself up from his hunched over position at the sink, and pulled open the door, the cold air hitting him suddenly. goosebumps appeared on his skin as he threw his towel over his hair, hoping to not get the floors of his bedroom soaked. he paused as he looked through his drawers, hearing a small creak of the floorboards. his eyes flickered towards his door, where — to his shock — you stood. “darling? what-” “sorry omi!” you yelled, your voice cracking as you slammed the door. he flinched at the loud noise, you reaction confusing him until he realized where his towel wasn’t. he slammed his head against the edge of his dresser, his face turning bright pink as his eyes grew wide.

εïз┊s. rintarou

he laid on his bed, spread out on his back as a hand was set gently on his bare stomach, another holding his phone as he scrolled through tiktoks, trying to waste the time away so you’d get there sooner. and it worked, you finally strolling your way through the doorway. his eyes flickered towards you for a moment, then back to his phone as he scrolled to the next video. “what are you watching, rin?” he let out a small hum, glancing up at you from where he laid. your face grew hot, this being the first time you’d seen your boyfriend without a shirt on. a smirk made its way to his lips, he knew, and you knew he knew your body was heating up. he dropped his phone next to his head, quickly pulling you onto the bed with him, making you fall onto of him as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of you neck. “y’know you like seeing me half naked, pretty baby.”

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[sun4r1nnity]

miya osamu x reader drabble

osamu hates it when someone else is in the kitchen with him.

he personally thinks its a hassle and slows down the work when there are more than one person in the kitchen. whenever someone offers help, he immediately declines, insisting that he can do it on his own. one time he got super grumpy because atsumu is too stubborn to leave him alone in the kitchen and fucking up the chopped vegetables. thats why he prefers to cook alone.

you, however, he doesnt mind. not that he lets you help him though, but he needs to feel your presence in the kitchen, " 's moral support," he said. he lets you yap while hes cooking, and will give comments and reactions to your conversation. 'oh d'you know about that old lady two houses across?' , 'i think im actually good at cooking, 'm just lazy,' , 'can we go to the ramen diner some time? heard it was good,' , ''m getting fat if you keep feeding me with your cookings,' . you may be quite the conversationalist, but osamu enjoys listening to you.

miya osamu may not enjoy others in his kitchen space, but for you, he would make an exception. even if you poorly chop the ingredients or botch the sautéing by overheating, he'll let it slide.