#kageyama fluf

[knmaskitten]

Love me back ⊹ ♡

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/ afab!reader.

Summary: inspired by love me back by fromis_9. You moved to your new house thanks to college, and one day, as you were preparing to deliver a gift to your neighbour, you encountered said person, Kageyama Tobio. After that, you keep longing to bump into him and slowly get him to correspond to your feelings. But when that does not happen, you plan a scheme with your best friend as the ultimate test to see if Tobio likes you or not.

warnings/tags: afab!fem reader. No use of y/n. Neighbours to lovers. Kageyama really is bad at expressing love. Reader is head over heels. A little bit of physical descriptions but nothing specific like hair color, length, etc. You use Oikawa Tooru to make Kageyama jealous. Oikawa is your best friend.

notes: I wanted to write this since so long ago, Kageyama is one of my favorite boys. As always, this was not proof read so I apologize for any bad grammar. Not necessary but english is my second language so have that in mind while reading. As always my AO3 is here (I post there first).

wc: 2,500

It was so utterly frustrating having to look at him all day long, knowing how your heart wanted to escape your ribcage every time you exchanged glances with his dark ocean eyes. You longed to see him every day, whether the sun was at its highest or lowest. You wanted to see him. For him to notice you and to exchange more than just “Hi” or “How are you?”. You’re sure you would have a stroke if he ever said something related to your outfits, which you carefully picked whenever you were going to “accidentally” bump into him.

Being neighbours with Kageyama was going to be the death of you. Your anxiety went through the roof when you thought about him, which was no bueno. Your cortisol levels were so high that your therapist advised you to finally blurt out a confession to him so you could be let out of this misery. But no, you were not that kind of girl anymore. All your life, you were the one who always had to confess to everybody, and you hated not being the one being confessed to. This had a huge impact on your self-esteem and made you doubt if you were loveable enough to be even considered a lover.

You were a nice lover, you thought. It isn’t like you haven’t dated anyone before this crush. Your first boyfriend, Marco, was a nice guy™ and you two had a very nice relationship. The thing is, your first relationship was just nice—not passionate, not vehement, not ardent, not fervent—nothing. Just nice. And it was rare to feel what you felt towards Kageyama; you were sure it wasn’t just infatuation; you could already feel what it really was and what it really meant. 

You were Kageyama’s right-side neighbour. You moved by yourself, next to where he lived, a few years ago because of college. You met him on your second day in your new home. He was returning from practise; he looked sweaty and tired. He had a jacket that said “Japan” on it, a volleyball ball on his right hand, and his sports bag on his shoulder. His hair was dark and messy, giving him a certain kind of freshness. You were casually walking towards his house, a friendly gift on your hands, hoping to form good bonds with your neighbours.

He observed you carefully and analyzed you, as if he were searching for something else behind your clear intentions. He did not smile at you, but he did stop walking to face you fully, silently questioning you. So you nervously replied:

“I’m…I’m your new neighbour!” You tried not to yell, but your words came out a lot louder than you intended to. This made you feel wobbly, with the tray in your hands threatening to fall to the ground. “I made some strawberry shortcake for you.” You pointed with your head towards the tray; it was a cute, soft pink platter with a ribbon design. It was trembling slightly thanks to your jitters.

“Thank you.” He bowed towards you, his hair moving with its movements. You paid attention to how his muscles flexed and then relaxed, creating wrinkles in his jacket and sports shorts. “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s not necessary; this was just a small gesture. You dont have to give me anything, really.” You blurted your verbiage out without thinking. What was going on? You usually weren’t this awkward with people. You had confidence, which you slowly but surely cultivated through the years, and it was really hard for your ego to accept that a mere boy could have this impact on you.

He was a handsome boy with knowing eyes; his eyes were hungry to analyze the world around him, and the profound, dark blue ocean that his eyes were had you wanting to explore every nook and cranny in them. He was taller than you—almost 20 centimeters taller, giving him a certain kind of power over you. He had a toned and muscular figure, which coincided with the fact that he was a volleyball player, which you admired. You guessed he played in the Japanese volleyball league, making him a professional at what he did. And that was so interesting.

It just occurred to you that he perfectly could have rejected your dessert, given the fact that he needs to eat well and your shortcake was considered junk food. This fact struck your heart like lightning, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to pass him the tray. It seems you were in awe for too long because he gave you a frown.

“Right, sorry, here you go.” 

"Later.” He said while walking towards his house, leaving you perplexed.

That was the first time you two had any interaction. You took every opportunity you had to talk to him: sometimes you needed sugar, other times you needed a kitchen supply he had, and one time you needed help grabbing something from the top of your kitchen cabinets that you couldn’t reach. Other times you nonchalantly waited outside your home, seemingly sweeping your entrance, while you knew he would return from practise around this hour.

One particular time, he looked strangely dazed and out of tune, which you knew (by observing him so much) was weird. You had your broom on your hand, and the leaves in the cement were in a little pile right to your feet. You kept looking at him without a care in the world, scrutinizing him. This did not go unnoticed by him.

“Do I have something in my face?” He straightforwardly said, making eye contact with you. His back was ever so slightly arched and his hair was sticking to his forehead. His blue eyes were lit up with annoyance.

“Kageyama-kun, are you alright? You look out of it.” Worry seeped out of your words, a tender breeze brushing your hair.

“N—no! I mean, yes! I’m fine” He replied a little bit flustered, like he didn’t expect you to read him so well.

You left your broom on the side of your fence and you started walking towards him until you faced him. Face to face, he had to arch his back a little bit more to look at your eyes, which were full of a weird determination.

“Kageyama-kun I know I’m not your friend, but I can help you if you desire; I’m right next to you, and I swear I will do my best.” You stated that you were dead set on helping him out; even if he rejected your offer, you wanted to let him know you were worried about him. The sun shone on the right side of his face, highlighting his skin in a dance of light and shadows. This made time slow down around you, leaving just the two of you in this odd bubble you created.

“I…” He pouted, averting his gaze from yours as he frowned. “I just had a bad practise, that’s all.” He reluctantly said it in a mumble.

With all the will and courage you could possibly muster up, you walked even closer to him and gave him a big, tight hug, mumbling in a low and serene tone, “You’re still an amazing player.”

He trembled and then squished out of your hug, flustered. “I know!” he yelled, pointing to you with his index finger. ”I won’t lose!”

Kageyama was never socially good, and he was even less good with friends. So he did what he knew best: yell and challenge. You stood still, thinking you fucked up, your feelings bubbling in the pit of your stomach as anxiety started to gain a strong presence in you.

“S—sorry.” You muttered before walking rapidly towards your home, obviously not before taking your broom with you. You stopped on your heels, turned towards him and gave him a bow “Excuse me!” You yelled, leaving him there.

And after that, you both exchanged conversations that tacitly had something behind them. You sometimes thought Kageyama hated you and other times that he merely had to stand your presence, but once you thought he saw you as something else. You wanted him to look at you the way you looked at him, to long for your presence like you did his, to analyze your figure and eyes like you did his. To invite you on a damn date! If he didn’t hurry, you were going to finally accept the advances of a guy at your college.

In the battle of egos, you were not going to lose; you had a strong resolve, and that was: Kageyama had to confess to you. And it is not like you didn’t do anything to achieve this; you kept giving him gifts and kept advising him when he looked troubled. You secretly loved when he gave you attention, even if it was just crumbs. You had the opportunity to know a little bit more about him in every exchange you guys had, craving every chance you had of getting his attention. The feeling of his eyes on you, looking at only you with a certain kind of intent.

This went on for about six months—six long months of crumbs. And you were so not having it that you managed to get Kageyama’s phone number and his socials (you always waited for him to text or call you, but he never did, so you reluctantly had to be the one to initiate the conversation), but even then, you were not certain as to what he felt for you. Did he love you as well? Did he hate you? You were so nervous, uncertainty filling your body to the brim.

So, you decided to do a scheme with your best friend, Oikawa Tooru. This was evil in many ways, as you knew the rivalry Tobio had with your best friend. You met Tooru on a trip to your aunt’s house in Miyagi, and after a weirdly funny encounter, you two hit it off as best friends. You rarely met, but this was no excuse for how close you two grew together. It really was a coincidence that the “stupid setter from Karasuno” that Oikawa often talked about turned out to be Kageyama, which was stupidly funny.

You definitely were not the type to do these type of schemes, but you were desperate. You needed at least a glance that said I love you—a lovingly full of attention glance. And this fact also ashamed you; a guy had you craving attention; he had you in the palm of his hand, and he was so oblivious to it. This simply made you furious; you were not one to give into a guy this easily, and it made you angry that he didn’t show any signs.

So, you decided to carry out your plan. You called Oikawa and discussed with him:

“Tooru-chan, accept, please.” You pleaded.

“Using me! Huh! And to make Tobio-chan jealous! Him, of all people!” He said, frustrated and a little bit offended. “Why him, dear? Why him?”

“Please, Tooru, he means a lot to me.”

“But he is an idiot if you have to go to these lengths to get his attention.” He scolded you.

“But, Tooru, I love him!” You cried over the phone.

There was a brief silence on the other line; you could only hear the faint sound of static.

“You are lucky I’m in Japan right now.” He said, resigning to your plan.

“I love you, Tooru! You’re amazing!” 

Happily, you hung up the phone. The plan was as follows: he was going to pick you up for a “date” at the time Tobio arrived home from practise, and then you two were actually going to go out because Oikawa asked to at least have some real time with his best friend. So you texted him with the date and time he had to be at your front door. You insisted on him looking extra handsome that day and reacted with, “I’m always extra handsome! >:c” .

When the day came, you decided to pamper yourself. You wore makeup today; you wore a light pink eyeshadow that highlighted your eyes, applying a little bit of glitter at the center of your lid. You carefully placed your blush to make you look naturally flushed. You did your winged liner and used mascara. You successfully enhanced your natural beauty. You left your hair down, as it was what you were most comfortable with. You wanted to look cute, so you picked a white, flowy dress that made you shine. You paired it with black Mary Jane shoes and white socks, as well as a pearly necklace with a purple gem. 

At six thirty, your door bell rang and a text bubble appeared on the screen of your phone: “Open the door, dummy.” . And so you hurried up. You put your phone in your black purse and grabbed a black jacket to pair your dress with. You ran downstairs towards the door and opened it very happily.

“Tooru!” you exclaimed, excited. As you hugged your friend tightly, you peeked over his shoulder and saw Kageyama’s figure approaching. You whispered, "Ok, Tooru, let’s do it. Kageyama’s coming”

You knew you were going to get a reaction from him, but not this one. He stopped, looking between you and Oikawa; he got the clue instantly as he saw you both well dressed. You could swear you saw fire coming out of him.

“Oikawa.” He said it in a low tone, angrily.

“Tobio-chan!” He cheerfully replied.

“What are you doing with her? How do you know her?” He blurted out, arching his brow, walking closer to you.

“Going on a date. Not that its any of your business.” Oikawa gave him an annoyed smile.

“No, you’re not.” You swear you and Oikawa are still in your places, surprised by this. Your heart started to race. 

“You’re not fair!” You yelled at him, feeling overwhelmed. “You ignore me, then forbid me from going on a date?”

“I…its just…I." He started.

“You what?”

He then walked towards you fully, and taking you by the shoulders, he kissed you passionately. His hands were not moving, and you were so stunned that it took you a second to correspond with him. Oikawa stood still, a little awkward. He decided to slowly walk towards your door and leave you two to it. He was still going to have his time with you nonetheless.

“Oikawa is not the right guy for you. I am. I think I love you. I want you.”

You didn’t say anything, as those words were the one thing you wanted to hear the most, for the longest of times. And you had it now, and it felt amazingly odd; it was a new feeling that meant your love was reciprocated. 

“Oikawa is my best friend. I love you, idiot.”

And then you hugged him, and this time he hugged you back.

Thank you for reading <3

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[r1elle]

thinking about how 3rd year kageyama most definitely DID NOT go to the barber to get his haircut… so why not make a drabble abt it >_<

“stop it…” the (newly choppy bangs) boy said, giving you a little scowl as you played with his new abomination creation, that is his hair.

but how could you not tease him? it was so cute! he looked like a sonny angels baby… if it was in a hair growth process.

“my baby looks so handsome, how could I not?” you coo, pinching his cheeks and fluffing up his hair. his scowl grows even further, and a pout emerges.

you decide that teasing him probably isn’t the best way to cope with the amount of cuteness aggression you had at the moment, so you stop.

“is it really that bad..?” he says, hiding his face away. oh, and there goes the blush on his ears subtly making its way to his cheeks.

you sigh, cupping his face. he returns his head to look at you, however his pout remains. you highly doubt he even realizes it’s there.

“it’s a little.. choppy,” you start off slowly, trying to revive the setters fallen self esteem,—“but I mean it when I say you still look really adorable!”

yikes, the pout still isn’t gone. “you said handsome, not adorable.” he responds back, in a mutter. since when could he get so sassy? “I should’ve just waited for miwa to come back.” the boy groans yet again, this time with a more obvious defeat in his tone.

you can’t help but chuckle as you kiss the little knit forming on his forehead, due to his eyebrows furrowing with one another. “handsome or adorable, you’re still all of it.” you reassure, evening out his now messy bangs.

“and who knows, this might just be your new look.” you say, and now brows are raised at your response; kageyama with the look of “what are you talking about? this is awful.” and you with the “ehh? sooo?? what’cha think??”

the exchange of raised brows are then halted by kageyama scoffing, putting his hood up just enough to cover his hair. “tch. im never touching those stupid scissors again..”

—•—

the memory of that particular day then replays in your head as you watch him sweating himself off at the olympics; now 19 years old, now older, now more mature…

and yet, still the same haircut.

you can’t help but chuckle to yourself midway into the intense game at the irony of his actions, gaining a few stares from people. but oh well. let them think all they want, because all that matters to you now, is that later on after this match, you’ll be back in his arms with a new thing to tease him with. (well, maybe right after you spoil him and coddle him for reaching his dreams at such a young and admirable age.)

‘never say never, tobio.’

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shamelessly hitting that post button despite being in nature rn #camping🙂…

[lowpressurefucker]

Intimacy (IM BACK)

Okay, crazy few months is a weird way to put it but the point is i wanna start writing again, im aware this isnt good but i have to restart somewhere. 

Content warning: swearing and mentions of lack of sobriety

Person A putting an arm over person B’s shoulder when talking in a group

Person A being embarrassed about doing something so person B does it with them so they won't feel alone (for example, wearing swim caps together

Person A giving person B the better headphone 

Person B letting person A squeeze their hand when they're scared or about to feel pain

Person A putting their hat on person B so they don't get sunburnt

One person doing the other’s hair when they can't do it themselves for whatever reason

Person A being taller and holding the umbrella covering person B

Crying together

Person A not being sober and person B taking care of them and reassuring them that they'll be fine

Picking up little habits from one another

Person A having no idea how to dance and person B trying to teach them while failing to hold in their laughter

Being very much not sober and trying to draw each other while cracking up

The whole picking the other person up by the waist and spinning them around (it's so fucking cute omfg ksjhdkjahs)

When one person is scared of doing something (like jumping into the pool or riding a bike) and the other one is encouraging them to do it, especially when they're holding their hand

The taller person putting on a bigass jacket and then like  grabbing the smaller one when they're cold and then zipping up the jacket so they'll warm up together

Winter naps in the sun 

Being in a really crowded place so the taller person gets behind the smaller one and holds on to their shoulders to guide them

[kitakitsune]

with you always

kageyama.t

genre: kageyamaxreader { angst, fluf end }

warnings: foul language, accident but nothing serious tho

requested by: @NACHOTRASH Hi! I would like to request an angst fic where the reader gets into a fight with any of the karasuno boys and ends up in an accident after running away. You can choose anyone who you like! Thanks

You and Kageyama were best friends since you could remember. You know everything about him, from his favourite food to his habit, and his love for volleyball. You watched him whenever he plays and always support him in every game. For you, he's an important person you hold very dearly, and you can't bring yourself to be far away from him.

You do realise he was not the kind of person who can show their affection openly. Sometimes he seems harsh on his words and action, but you know he doesn't mean it. Or that's what you wanted to believe. Ever since he plays for his volleyball team in junior high, he seems different. He turns colder and distances himself from everyone, including you.

But being the most loyal friend you are, you never leave him. You continue to support him, and it is also you who suggest him to enter Karasuno High. He disagrees and chooses Shiratorizawa instead, but luck was on your side. He didn't pass the entrance test, which forces him to sign up for Karasuno.

"it's okay, Tobio-kun. Don't you know Karasuno used to have a strong team before? The Little Giant is the former Ace of Karasuno volleyball team! Isn't that cool!?" you try to boost his spirit, and it works. After you both enter Karasuno, he immediately applies for the volleyball team.

You are glad that despite the bad memories in Junior High, he still wants to play volleyball. But it seems like he can't get along well with the other first years, especially Hinata and Tsukishima. You notice and try to help him, just like what you used to do, hoping you could calm him and makes him be friends with the other. Sadly, it didn't go as you've planned.

"Shut up (y/n)!! You wouldn't understand. You should try and get a new friend and stop nagging me. You're too clingy." He glares at you. You are startled by this and didn't expect him to react this way.

"I-I'm just-" before you can continue he cut you off harshly, "What?, You're just trying to help me? It's not even your problem. Get lost (y/n) you can't help me." He continues his practice and ignores you.

Being startled by his behaviour, you decide to leave him alone. "I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone." The next morning he came to you to apologise. You forgive him, but you can't forget about yesterday's event. Gladly, Kageyama and Hinata find a way to get along with each other and surprisingly, they make great teamwork.

Seeing them together makes you think about what Kageyama has said to you before, you need new friends. You were always hiding behind Kageyama, always tagging close to him. Maybe that's why he finds you annoying. But you were never the type to socialise.

You sit alone when Kageyama is practicing or when he's with his volleyball team, just like today. You sat at the bench near the gym building, waiting for Kageyama to finish his practice. You see Tsukishima and Yamaguchi walking out of the gym, they saw you and approach you. Yamaguchi, the sweetest one of the two, greets you.

"Hi (y/n)! What are you doing here?" you are surprised as to how did he know your name. Without your permission, Tsukishima answer for you. "Can't you see Yamaguchi? she's waiting for the King!" you smile at them, "How do you know Tsukishima-san?" He looks at you and pushes his glasses up to his nose. "You are always sticking with him, like a baby duck following its mother."

"Tsukki, you don't need to be that blunt towards her." Yamaguchi tries to defend you. Instead of being offended, you laugh at him. "It's kinda true. Maybe I should try to find new friends." Tsukishima scoffed at you. "You can be our friends (y/n), right Tsuki?" Yamaguchi asks his salty friend. "Sure, whatever."

Since then, the three of you have been hanging around quite often. Now you have friends to sit together at lunch.  When Kageyama take extra time to practice with Hinata, you went home together with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima. Everyone seems to notice this, including Kageyama.

At first, he didn't mind it at all. He was glad that you have other people to hang around with beside him. That way, you won't be nagging him too much. But then he realizes, you both never talk to each other that much anymore, and it makes him quite annoyed.

Today you decide to watch the team practicing. When the coach told them to take a break, you gave Tsukishima and Yamaguchi their water and forgot about Kageyama. Kageyama seems to notice this and looks at you. Tsukishima mocks him "Are? Did the King get forgotten once again?" You didn't mean to forget him and try to explain it to him, but he wouldn't listen.

"What are you even doing in here? Can't you see we're practicing? Didn't I tell you to stop being annoying?" You don't understand what makes him so worked up like this, but you have had enough. You can't stand him being like this.

"I wouldn't forget you if you cared about me. All you ever did was ignore me or didn't take me seriously. I can't stand you anymore! It's always you who got mad easily and apologize the next day like it was nothing. I can't forgive you all the time, you know?"

You can't hold your tears anymore and runs out of the gym. Seeing this, Yamaguchi quickly following you behind wanting to calm you down. Tsukishima walked towards Kageyama and pulled his collar "What the fuck did you do you asshole!?!!"

"What are you doing? Get off me!" Kageyama said, getting ready to punch him. "What's wrong with you?? Do you even realise you always leave her alone? And now you have the nerves to snap at her like that?" The two continue to argue when Yamaguchi suddenly came with an anxious expression. "Guys!! (y/n)! she got into a car accident!!" Everyone went out instantly and hurriedly take you to the hospital.

You open your eyes and stay still. You feel dizzy, and your back is hurting. "You're awake (y/n)." A gentle voice greets you. You look to your left and find Kageyama standing close to you. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please forgive me." he lowers his head and cries silently. You wave your hand to him, telling him to get closer.

He bends down, and you hug him. "It's okay, Tobio-kun. I already forgave you." you hug him tighter and pats his back. Your action only makes him cries harder until he stops and wipes his tears. "I'm so sorry, (y/n)." he keeps apologizing, you find it cute how he resembles the child version of himself. "You can stop apologizing Tobio-kun. "

Ever since then, he always stays close to you. He walked you to school and went home together with you. Eating lunch with you, and never let you wait for him when he has extra practice. He promises to himself never leave you again because he can't stand the thought of him losing you, wanting to be with you always.

-end-

notes: Another request!! took me too long to write this but finnaly i can finnished it! Hope you like it :)

[raynui]

The most shocking reveal was that his hair could get even fluffier

[shokopan]

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬

pairings: kageyama x gn!reader, tsukishima x gn!reader, matsukawa x gn!reader, and kuroo x gn!reader

note: still reposts, but they’ve all been modified a bit :)

kageyama likes you, but doesn’t know how to approach you, so he begrudgingly asks for help from his volleyball team. luckily, he has yachi ask you to tutor him, which is honestly a win-win situation for him to get close to you while boosting his subpar grades. he does his best to listen to you explain the today’s lesson from math that he just could not for the life of him grasp, he really does. though thankfully, his natural clumsiness and earnestness are absolutely endearing, and the precious smile on his face whenever you tell him that you’re proud of him never goes overlooked. maybe there’s something appealing to kageyama about the fact that you’ve stuck by him for a while despite seeing how utterly hopeless he is at academics, because he now has a newfound motivation to do well in his studies: to impress you and let you know that all of your hard work has not gone to waste. (and because you promised to treat him to a parfait if he got above a 70 on an exam).

tsukishima is the boy you were partnered up for a group project with and unfortunately intimidates the hell out of you with his permanently irritated resting face. though when you talk to him, he’s surprisingly cooperative and genuinely takes your ideas into account. he really listens to what you have to say and builds onto the ideas you bring up while also asking questions to indicate that he wants to understand more about your methodology. things truly take a turn when the two of you spend an afternoon in his room for the project and each time your knees touch, he strangely doesn’t recoil with a sharp glare. instead, he keeps his knee where it’s at with red ears and a heated face as he profusely refuses to glance at your amused expression. unbeknownst to you, tsukishima’s trying to focus on the project without being distracted by thoughts of how to ask you out or the fact that his crush is literally sitting in his room.

matsukawa is the boy sitting besides you that makes you laugh so much in class that you fear your teacher kicking the two of you out. you really try to be a good student, but matsukawa’s hilariously witty quips that he whispers into your ear during lectures prohibit you from concentrating. unfortunately, the two of you spend a great deal of time in detention because of his wit. though you guess that the punishment really wasn’t all that bad when you find yourself doubling over in laughter while cleaning up the classroom with him after school and later going to a cafe where matsukawa insists on paying as an apology for getting you in trouble, and maybe walking you home as well, even if your house is in the opposite direction to his.

kuroo is the boy that you naturally partner up with for projects. whenever your teacher notifies the class of an opportunity to work with someone, you instinctively turn to kuroo, who is already glancing over at you, wordlessly asking you to do the assignment with him. the two of you work in flawless synchronicity and he’s the ideal project partner. communication between the two of you is impeccable and you both yield exceptional work together. plus, it’s a great excuse to spend extra time with him after class at the cafes nearby nekoma where the two of you somehow maintain a good balance of joking around and being productive. you’re his first and only choice, and vice versa.

[milktyama]

— ☕︎ JUST US AGAINST THE WORLD

synopsis: the professional world against you two.

a/n: um yea more kageyama content ☝😁

pairing: kageyama tobio x reader

genre: angst to fluff, established (married) relationship

wc: 674

HQHANGOUT x HQCAFÉ COLLAB!!

thank you @kohi-zeri @sugawaaras for beta-ing <3

❥︎ mild manga spoilers, one (1) mention of soup (does this count a warning)

Sometimes being with a world renowned professional volleyball player can get quite lonely.

Kageyama Tobio often had a packed schedule. Even though there were many home games, there were just as many — if not, more — away games. And when they were home games, they would take place in the next region. Aside from games, the practice schedule was also quite rigorous.

Practices began in the morning as early as dawn, and practices ran in the night as late as midnight. Days off would often be spent resting, the majority of the day being in bed or bathing in a hot epsom salt bath. Sometimes, those days off are spent at the physiotherapist, making sure that his body was at 100%. 

During the peaks of the sport season, only a few meals were shared together during the weekends, very few words being spoken at the moment of the supper. There were maybe a few questions asked, replies simply being a few hums or one-worded responses. 

There were times that promises were made for a shared meal, though they would end up with a cold bowl of soup on the table. Other times, the time spent at the table was so short that before you could even take a seat, he was already scurrying towards the door. 

Important dates were also forgotten, even if they were circled with a bright red marker and displayed on the fridge door, which could be easily seen from anywhere in the apartment. Texts went from paragraphs to single messages, and video calls went from hours to minutes. 

Sometimes being with a world renowned professional volleyball player can get quite lonely.

But other times it can be quite fulfilling. 

The feeling of standing by the door right before an important game, smoothing out the wrinkles on his shirt with a determined smile on both of your faces. Standing in the stadium, hand in hand with him, giving it a little squeeze when you noticed that his breathing had halted. 

Giving him a reassuring look and a small peck on his cheek, the electrifying sensation spread through his body. The moment in the locker room, he took a long look at his wallpaper, a picture of you and him displayed on his lock screen.

You stood in the stands, sporting his spare jersey. Though it has been washed many times, you could still smell the freshness of it as if it were just made, with a lingering scent of his cologne he sprayed purposefully for you. Your face was painted with the colours of the Japan flag, the initials “K.T.” and the number 09 written with black eyeliner on the apples of your cheekbones. 

The feeling upon seeing his figure walk onto the court of the stadium, cheers drowning the loud beating of your hearts. Gripping onto the railings so hard that your knuckles turned white. A small bead of cold sweat dripped from both of your foreheads.

The moment of the loud whistle rang through your ears, every player taking their respective place on the court. The smell of leather enhanced as the bright ball was placed in his hands, the feeling of every small dent on it also being amplified. 

Taking a deep breath, the loud cheers were suddenly silenced, only one distinct voice was audible to his ears. His right hand went straight towards the base of his neck, grasping onto the silver band that was dangled around his neck. He brought the cold metal up to his lips, giving it a small kiss before smiling confidently towards the opposite side of the court, eyes glimmering as adrenaline rushed through his veins. 

Sometimes being with a world renowned professional volleyball player can get quite lonely, but the recurring rush you get being by his side time after time, would never amount to anything else. 

Being able to kiss his lips and call him yours, even when it felt like the world was against the two of you, it was truly an experience that was one of a kind.

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[heich0e]

thinking about kageyama, who's not necessarily inexperienced when it comes to sex and intimacy but is definitely a little bit obtuse about it. who's had a few partners in his adult life but they were all relatively long term, kind of boring affairs, and who suddenly finds himself single and a little tipsy and stumbling into your apartment with you after an event where the two of you met and felt a spark.

and you step out of your bathroom after cleaning yourself up once all is said and done, a satisfying little romp if ever you'd had one, ready to get some much needed rest. but much to your surprise, you find tobio fluffing up the pillow on your side of the bed, preparing to snuggle down and go to sleep.

"what are you doing?" you ask him, mildly alarmed and genuinely confused. you'd taken your time in the washroom, adding an entire extra step to your skincare routine and everything, assuming that the man who'd just spent the past few hours in that very bed with you would have used that as his opportunity to quietly see himself out–not make himself comfortable.

"your pillows are too fluffy," tobio complains a little, smushing the feathers down a bit more as he settles down atop it, wiggling his big big body under the blankets.

and you just... stare at him.

and with his head resting against your too fluffy pillow, kageyama blinks back.

"why are you looking at me like that?" he asks bluntly, and you don't even know how to reply to his question without making it sound like you're the weird one.

so, rather unbelievably, you just pad towards your bed slowly, slipping underneath the blankets that tobio holds up for you. you settle into bed next to him, even though it's the wrong side, and let him pull the comforter up to your chin. let him wiggle and squirm until he's comfortable, though you lay stiff as a board in contrast. let him throw an arm around your waist, and huff a little sound of relief like he's finally found a position that suits his particular needs, all while you stare up at your ceiling and wonder how the hell you got to this place.

and tobio falls asleep so quickly. his breathing slow and even. his arm still holding tight.

you risk a peek at his face only when you're certain he's no longer conscious. you contemplate how soft his features look in slumber. how peaceful he seems on your side of the bed. and for the first time you realize that maybe he's a little less used to things like this than you are. who might not have even realized he was supposed to take your lengthy trip to the washroom as his cue to leave. and you find something almost... cute in that. boyish maybe. sweet. in his sleep, tobio's grip tightens, tugging you a little bit closer to him. his cheek finding a place to rest against the top of your head.

your eyes flutter shut as a quiet laugh escapes you, you feel tobio's warm breath against your temple, and you fall asleep sharing your side of the bed.

[hai-nakyuu]

demure (adj); sugawara x reader

reserved, modest, and shy

tw: 18+, corruption kink, cocky but sweet sugawara, virgin!reader, praise, dumbification, a lil overstim, dacryphilia

koushi sugawara never understood the concept of corruption.

he never really got how it amused his fellow third-years every time someone- say, yachi, or yamaguchi- would furrow their eyebrows in confusion at a not-so child-friendly joke tanaka or nishinoya cracked.

he never really minded how tsukishima howled in laughter as hinata and kageyama unkowingly shared an “indirect kiss” through a water bottle.

he never really cared about if someone was a virgin, because to him, whether you’ve had a dick inside you or not doesn’t change who you are.

that is, until he met the quiet, innocent, and pure little angel called you.

“do i... look okay?”

“”okay?” princess,” he laughs softly. “you’d bring venus and aphrodite to their knees.”

he says it to calm your rushing pulse, but, to his slight amusement, it just makes you even more flustered.

you’ve never done this before: dress up in lingerie for a boy.

but this wasn’t just any other boy.

this was koushi, the boy you trusted with all your heart to cherish you in every way.

“this is the most beautiful two piece i’ve ever seen,” his eyes trail up and down your body, “though.... i suppose it’s because you’re wearing it.”

your eyes avert from his piercing gaze as you blush at his words. “i kind of missed one ribbon at the back, though,” you scratch the back of your neck nervously. “could you...”

“do the honors?” he grins. “thought you’d never ask.”

you smile back up at him, but you can see a tiny shimmer in his eyes that says he wants you, needs you.

he moves to sit behind you on the bed, and runs his hands down your shoulder blades. you can feel his slow, steady breath on your back as his hands trail down the lace, his thumb brushing each thread, until his fingers reach the last untied ribbon of the corset.

his breath hitches. his heart skips a beat.

it feels like he’s wrapping his own present.

your eyes flutter shut as he slowly ties the string into a neat ribbon. it’s as if to confrm that this is real: you’re about to give yourself to him. you know koushi feels this finality too, that he’s the first to see you like this.

what you don’t know is how hard it is for him to hold back.

he’s never felt this urge to protect you for anyone else. sure, he’s been an older brother figure to his kouhais, and he’s always been the one to take initiative during dates and other intimate activities, but there’s something about being the one to teach you about pleasure that sends blood rushing to his cock.

once you feel his hands leave your back, you slowly turn around to meet his gaze. his irises have darkened, his eyes almost completely black with desire.

it ignites something warm in the pit of your stomach.

there’s a long, quiet moment, the air silent besides both your heavy breathing.

koushi doesn’t move just yet. he literally can’t. something about seeing you this vulnerable, something about seeing the love in your eyes, makes him realize just how much trust you’re giving to him, and how much he wants to drive you mad with his touch.

and then you smile softly, let your eyes flutter shut, and slowly snake your arms around his neck, pulling him in- almost hesitantly- for a kiss.

gosh, every time your lips touch his he just falls harder.

his hands find home in your hair as he tilts his head a little to the side, deepening the kiss, teasing your lower lip with his tongue. you gasp and he chuckles against your mouth, pressing his lips- and the rest of his body- harder on you as his patience slowly trickles away like sand in an hourglass.

whatever he’s trying to hold back, he doesn’t think he can for long.

you lay back down on the bed, pulling koushi to hover on top of you. god, this boy was a sight, hair tousled, his lips a little pinkish with your lipstick, and- fuuuuuck, the sexy grin as he dips his head into your neck and experimentally plants kisses on your skin. you giggle a bit and blush because you’re ticklish, and he swears if this moment were any more innocent he could just swoop you up and ruffle your hair as you giggle in his arms.

what you don’t expect is how he suddenly sucks on a certain spot and before you can stop yourself-

“h-hah! god, koushi-”

koushi’s cock strains hard in his pants at the pathetic adorable whine you let out. he masks an aroused groan with a chuckle as he repeats the action.

again.

and again.

and a few times too many, actually, because he can feel your chest rising and falling against his, your much smaller hands gripping onto his shoulders.

delighted by your sensitivity, he keeps this up for another minute before he breaks away, adorning a cocky smirk as his tongue darts out to drag across his lips.

“your-your lips are pink,” you inform him, and he chuckles sweetly as he tastes your strawberry lipstick on his tongue.

“tasty,” he jokes, and you laugh and shake your head. even at such an intimate moment koushi can be so goofy.

“you’re such a dork,” you tease, and he smirks a little as his hands drag down your waist, squeezing a little at your hips.

“i’m a dork, huh, angel?” he drawls against your ear as his fingers toy with the ribbons of the last piece of cloth covering your mound. “let’s see if you still think i’m a dork when you’re soaking my fingers later.”

he pulls your panties off, watching as a pale, white string of wetness connects from the cloth to your already dripping folds.

“you got off on a bit of kissing, darling?” he smirks up at you, and you thrash away from him, embarrassed that he has to see you wet.

“i’m sorry- i didn’t mean to pee- i already went to the bathroom before-”

“don’t sweat, it, angel, it’s normal,” koushi chuckles. it’s funny how he has to remind himself that this is your first time. he takes your hands, and places them on the headboard above you, before fluffing up the pillow your hear is on, sneaking a quick kiss to your lips before sinking back down between your legs.

“it is?” you ask, curiosity halting your flustered movements.

“of course, it means you’re liking it,” he says, hands on your thighs slowly pushing your legs apart, “do you like it, hmm, angel?”

“i-i think i do,” you stutter, nodding. he smiles, but it’s a little mocking as he regards your innocent confusion.

“you have no idea what i’m going to do to you,” he drawls. “but don’t worry, you won’t have to think about aaaaaanything. just lay there and be my good angel while i fuck you so good, hmm?”

“okay,” you whimper, already shaking in anticipation.

“good, that’s a good girl,” he praises you. he slowly licks up and down your folds, dipping his tongue into your cavern and curling it at the tip before slipping out. he laps up all your arousal, humming at the taste of untainted purity as his tongue swirls around your bud before his lips latch around it and suck, eliciting a choked up whine of his name.

fuck,he thinks. how is he going to take this slow if you’re laying there so willingly, making the sweetest, lewdest noises he’s ever heard?

he knows the answer: he won’t.

you don’t even notice his right hand nearing your folds, too immensed in the feeling of being so stimulated until you feel the pads of his fingers prod at your entrance, freezing up in anticipation.

“hey, hey, don’t tense up, princess,” he coos. he kitten licks at your clit to get you to relax, while two of his digits slowly enter your cunt.

he curls his fingers slowly, knowing that if he tries hard enough he’ll find a spot that’ll make you see stars-

“f- ah! koushiiii-”

“there it is,” he grins. “does it feel good now, angel?”

“mhm,” you whine.

“so responsive,” he chuckles. “i’m gonna start moving them, alright?”

it’s kind of a rhetorical question, because once he gets to thrusting his fingers in and out of your folds, curling and prodding at the most sensitive parts inside you.

fuck, none of his fantasies can ever compare to this moment, seeing all your reactions, feeling you clench down on him so desperately, and hearing you mewl and whimper his name. up to just earlier today, he had to control himself not to think of such sinful things around you, because surely you must think him weird, perverted, or even disgusting; you’re the most preciousgirl in his eyes, why would he evertell you that he thinks about your bashful smile every time he fists his cock at night?

but one glance at your face, seeing how your back arches off the bed, desperate to cum even if you probably don’t know what that means, tells him that maybe he could keep you innocent. he could keep this beautiful expression of pleasure to himself, let everyone else think you’re so sweet and uncorrupted when in reality, behind closed doors you’re on your way to becoming his lovely, obedient prey.

his prey that he cherishes and loves.

everything is a blur to him when he quickens the pace of his fingers and tongue, guiding you to your first orgasm (of many) as you tug hard on his hair, giving up on trying to hide your noises when the pleasure takes over the sanest part of your mind and body.

it washes over you like perfectly warm water; a shock trickling up your toes all the way to your spine, your back arching as koushi removes his mouth from you.

“there you go,” he lets you down from your high gently. your head falls back on the pillow, your breaths heavy, but you can still feel when his fingers slip out of you, quick, but you’re so sensitive it makes you clench down on nothing a few times.

“aww, you want more?” koushi teases. “greedy little thing.”

you whine softly, but he clicks his tongue, not taking that for an answer.

“what’s that, angel? i can’t understand you, darling, you gotta use your words,” he smirks down at you.

you open your mouth to reply when he taps a few times on your clit, effectively reducing you to choked-up whimpers.

it almost makes him forget how he’s painfully rock hard in his jeans.

discarding the rest of his clothes, koushi pulls down his underwear, and his cock springs out, and your eyes widen at the sight.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he kisses you on the lips quickly. “i’ll go slowly.”

he moves to trail his tongue along the helix of your ear, reducing his voice to a dark, breathy drawl.

“for now.”

he lines up his cock with your folds, pressing in gently, taking note of every change in your expression.

but god, it felt so good. koushi could feel you squeezing him so hard. he balls up his fists, keeping them away from you so you don’t get scared.

“d-does it hurt, angel?” he asks breathily, fighting the urge to sink in completely.

“n-nuh,” you grit out. “f-feels weird.”

“it’s alright, don’t worry, i’m almost- f-f-fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans into your ear.

his breath hitches as he feels you shiver at those words.

oh.

well if that isn’t fucking adorable.

“how ‘bout i give my angel a reward?” he praises you, his other hand slipping between your folds, rubbing circles into your clit.

neither of you are prepared for how it feels; you’re immediately mewling into his shoulder, your nerves on fire as your legs start twitching uncontrollably, your hands helplessly clawing at his back, as your cunt clenches down on him so good it makes koushi’s eyes go wide and feral.

“p-please move, k-koushi” you whine into his ear, and that makes him fucking snap.

he’s in a daze he grabs your legs and lifts them over his shoulders, thrusting all the way in with one swift move, making you let out a high-pitched moan into your hand.

he’d be more gentle if he could, he swears, but something takes control- or rather, loses it inside of him as he grabs both your wrists in one hand, slamming them above you as he thrusts in and out of you, knocking the wind out of you as you squeeze down on him sporadically.

“don’t you fucking dare hide from me,” he groans, watching as your back arches so sexily as he fucks you the way he’s always wanted to.

“i’ve wanted to see you like this for so long, angel, and now i can finally tell you how much i’ve dreamed of fucking that pretty little smile and making you cry. so i wanna see every bit of you, understand?”

he rips off the lace top with one hand, and you moan brazenly at his show of strength. he licks a stripe up the valley of your breasts before latching onto one of your perked nipples and sucking hard, making you squeal and sob fom the pleasure.

“f-f-fuck, please koushi-” your moans get louder and louder and louder, your legs shaking as you feel something crashing over you so hard it makes you see white-

just as koushi’s about to reach his peak as well, a memory flashes through his head from what seems so long ago.

“i... like you too, sugawara-san,” you smiled up at him shyly, holding the second button of his school shirt in your hand which he had offered you so sweetly.

“you do?” he laughs, half in joy, half in slight disbelief.

“well, why wouldn’t i?” you beam up at him. “you’re so sweet to everyone, and i really feel at home with you, you’re very attractive-”you chuckle in a fluster at this- “and you’ve always been so...”

“what?” he tilts his head curiously.

“...so nurturing to me, if that’s the word,” you avert your eyes to your feet bashfully. “you could teach me a lot of things too!”

“yeah,” he holds his arms out, and you gingerly slip into his embrace, melting into his chest. “maybe i could.”

- the end

[mp100ficrec]

Winter and Warmth by wrendigo

Fic can be read HERE.

Trans Teru, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship. Completed. Rated: G. Word Count: 2472

Pairings: Hanazawa Teruki/Kageyama ‘Mob’ Shigeo

Trigger Warnings: None

“The black haired boy carefully steps around their mess on the floor to grab his futon and roll it out methodically, fluffing the corners and straightening to turn back to Teru. “Want me to massage it for you?”

Teru blanches. Heat rises to burn his cheeks a deep red. “Huh?” He sputters.

“I can massage it for you, if you want.” Shigeo repeats, cocking his head a little. “I’ve seen Shishou do plenty of them at the office. I don’t think I’ll be very good but I can give it a try. We don’t have to, though.” He looks a little unsure of himself then, looking down at his hands as he rings them together.

--

aka Terus back hurt and Mob tries one of reigens skills :)”

[uwurakax]

another day ♡

pairing: oikawa x f!reader ♡

genre: angsty // exes // mutual pining ♡

summary: after the constant fighting and bubbling insecurities, you and oikawa both decide that breaking up is probably for the best. too bad that it wasn’t what either if you had wanted ♡

♡ read part one ‘save your tears’ here ♡

word count: 2k ♡

author’s note: super tired, i should be packing but im not lol, 4am gang ayyy. as always not proofread because i cannot stomach the idea of rereading what i wrote. this was what originally ‘save your tears’ was going to be, but part one got too long so haha. spoils of part one, so if you haven’t read it go ahead, or don’t lolol it could be read alone ig hurr hurr ♡

♡ (inspired by save your tears - the weeknd/ariana grande) ♡

At one point in time, you would’ve enjoyed an atmosphere like this; the blaring lights, pounding music, and even the heat radiating off warm bodies in a cramped space. It was much more enjoyable when you had the familiar, comforting presence of him.

Yes him: Oikawa Tōru. Also known as the the guy who broke your heart less than two months ago. You hadn’t seen him since the week after, finally being able to pick up everything and go. It was scary how silent it was between you two. The unit the both of you had made a home, your first home with him, just a little more barren. Just a little more bare.

Just a little more empty.

Once homely rooms were now plain. To anyone else, it could be called minimalistic or modern. Sleek if you were to exaggerate it. To the both of you however, it was just stone cold. A lifeless corpse. One poor imitation of what it once was.

And seeing it like this was almost enough to have your heart break for a second time. It was a physical representation of your relationship. The feelings of warmth, comfort, admiration, any and every word any literary body could ever akin to love was once found here. It was sad to see it gone, almost like it was never there. However if you looked past the surface you’d see all the small details of things that once occupied the room. The once full drawers now easily fitting clothes with plenty of room to spare. A countertop with products only to one half of the sink. The minuscule dust imprints left behind on the shelves that once housed your books.

The lingering smell of your perfume that was once so prominent.

You couldn’t tell, but Oikawa could. In the week you were gone, it slowly started to fade. The first night Oikawa was drowning in it. It clung to, what once was, your pillow and on the blanket. Choking and suffocating him with the sweet smell. He couldn’t bear to see the bed without you in it, and hated the God awful smell. Opening the window and facing away, he had a dreamless sleep that night.

And as the week passed, so did the scent of you.

He couldn’t explain why, but the moment he opened the door, his body felt at ease. His eyes blessed, even if you had those dark circles and slightly red eyes with unkempt hair. It was as if it was instinct to feel relief at being near you.

It was the longest few hours of Oikawa’s life that day, and somehow it was still just too short. Helping you gather your things, putting them into boxes and loading them into a tiny hired truck until eventually there was nothing left.

You were gone from the apartment, and now Oikawa’s life.

It was awkward the second time, saying goodbye. The finality of it all dawning on the both of you. You at least had this excuse to see each other once more. After this, there was nothing. No more reasons to come back, to call, message or even see each other again.

This was officially the last time you’d ever get to see Oikawa Tōru.

You’d both stood there for a few moments, only the wind against leaves and the occasional car offering any sort of background noise. Neither of you wanting or willing for this moment to end. Despite it all, it wasn’t hard to see that you both yearned for each other. Just how cruel it was that you couldn’t see it.

Oikawa kept your pillow close that night. The smell of you was so faint, he was sure that it wouldn’t be too long before it completely faded. As he held the plush item near his chest he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of life he could’ve had with you if he wasn’t so prideful? All the fantasies and white picket fences surged in his mind, and so he finally drifted off to sleep, thinking of you.

⋅��⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

“Here”

You turned to see your best friend handing you a glass of, well you weren’t sure exactly but anything to dull your senses at this point was okay in your book. Yes, almost two months since your breakup and you were still so torn. It was what he wanted right? Your lives are better this way. You’re sure his is. He wouldn’t have to hear you “nag” as he so put it, and you didn’t have to feel the exhaustion resulting because of it.

It was better this way. You knew it. Oikawa knew it. Your friends and family knew it. Heck even the old ladies down the damn street knew it.

So why did it feel so shitty.

You downed the drink quickly, not wanting to go through the spiral of emotions you were sure you were going to experience. You’d deal with the pain and hangover tomorrow like the adult you were. For now you just wanted to dance till your feet hurt, and then drink until they stopped hurting. A quick descent into self destruction that you’re sure you’d regret.

Or maybe you wouldn’t.

The moment you turned your head to get back to the dance floor you locked eyed with him.

For a moment you stopped breathing. The music faded out quickly and the patrons of the club disappeared. Suddenly it was just you and him.

He looked good this time around, nothing like the last time you saw him. His perfectly fluffed and styled hair that was just so effortlessly Oikawa had become messy bed head. His bright chocolate eyes that twinkled just a little with mischief when he smirked had become sunken. His whole demeanour had completely drooped into a depressive state. It hurt to see.

He wasn’t like that now. He looked like how he had been before. No longer were the remnants of a heartbroken man. Oikawa Tōru had gone back to his charming self once again.

A cute girl with silky, long black hair approached him and just as quick as they went, everything came flooding back; the music, people and you found yourself being able to breathe again.

She touched his arm and laughed. The look in her eyes filled with the glimmer coyness. Her body language oozed with flirty persona. It was all too familial.

You should’ve guessed that he’d date again. It wasn’t like he couldn’t. The moment you both severed the relationship he had every right to do what he wanted. You did too. Sure you were seeing someone, but it wasn’t like that.

All too, touchy-feely.

It hurt to see, you weren’t going to lie. Seeing the way he touched her, held her, danced with her. For a good portion of the night you saw it. Seeing him be with her, the way he used to with you. No longer being the main character in his story; you were in the audience, watching.

You didn’t want to stay until the ending.

Without a word, you briskly brushed passed sweaty bodies, being bumped a few times before you finally made it to the door and opened it.

You walked a couple paces to the middle of the footpath, deeply inhaling the fresh air. It wasn’t suffocating anymore. You fumbled with your purse, reaching inside to pull out your phone. With the glow of neon lights emanating behind you, you saw a stray tear on the blackness of your screen.

Fuck, when did that happen?

You wiped it with the palm of your hand, and went to unlock your phone. As you prepared to send a text you heard the call of your voice.

“Tōr-Oikawa?”

He mentally winced at this, the formal tone of using his surname struck something inside. He didn’t like it, not at all. It wasn’t right, it felt strange.

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here? You followed me”

“Right... I guess I just wanted to see how you were, that’s all” he looked away, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. You softened at this. It just took you back to why you fell for him in the first place. The little things like this, that made you feel cared for and loved. Perhaps for a few minutes you could be delusional and pretend that Oikawa still cared for you.

“I’m fine, what about you? How is everything going?” Yikes. You cringed at how awkward you were being. You supposed that that’s how it was, not exactly friends and not complete strangers either.

“Yeah fine too...” he trailed off, and just like that you were brought back to that time before you left. Before the official goodbye. Not ready to end things just yet, but neither knowing what more to say.

Just for a little while, let me remember every trace, curve and detail.

You didn’t know what came over you, but soon enough you found yourself drawing closer to Oikawa. He looked at you with half lidded eyes, not daring to move a step, almost afraid if he did it would ruin this moment with you. Yes, it was selfish but...

You lifted your hand to cup his cheek, just like a memory from before. Using the pad of your thumb, you gently brushed over the soft skin. Ever so delicately, you traced down his jaw. The intimacy of your movements crossed a boundary between you. You knew it and he did too. You’d let yourselves be greedy though.

Oikawa raised his own hands to touch your face, perfectly ingraining it into his mind and body. His fingers slowly going over your features. He wouldn’t allow himself to forget any part of you.

It wasn’t long until you both wanted to overstep more.

The longing between you too great to try and stop. Eventually you both moved closer, faces and soul alike reaching for the other. Just a bit closer.

“Y/N?”

“Oikawa?”

You both frantically pulled away, heart racing now.

“Kageyama..”

“Tobio”

Oikawa tried to hide the venom in his voice, he really did, but when he saw Kageyama make his way beside you he couldn’t help but see red.

It didn’t seem like life was playing a very fair game.

“Oikawa are you alright?” He looked down at the petite girl beside him, now clinging to his arm. He threw on one of his brilliant smiles and told her it was okay.

“Are you cold? Here” Oikawa couldn’t keep up that smile for too long, not when he saw him putting his jacket around you. How you snuggled into the warmth. How it showed Oikawa that you were no longer his, and that you now found solace in another.

He couldn’t blame you, he knew that deep inside. He did the same, why shouldn’t you? It didn’t stop the burning hatred and envy he felt. The overwhelming sadness that enveloped him. All a heavy dump of emotions thrown on him within a few seconds.

You felt it too though. That girl hanging off his arm. Getting to parade around that Oikawa was hers. It was totally unreasonable to feel this way. You both ended things. It was mutual right? You would’ve told him and he would’ve told you if this breakup was a mistake right?

Right?

“Wanna go?” Kageyama whispered in your ear. You nodded.

“It was nice seeing you again T-Oikawa” you smiled sadly.

“You too Y/N...bye” you both turned away, walking in opposite directions. With every step, your heartache grew just a little more. Almost like your body needed to be near his, the memories it held being more truthful than your head could ever be.

Your heart, body and soul wanted Oikawa.

Your mind told you to let him go for his sake.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Hey Oikawa?”

“Yes Kageyama?”

“Hmm?”

“He was your ex right? Oikawa?”

“That girl back there, is she her? The ex?

“Yeah he was”

“Yeah, she was”

“Do you still love him?”

“Do you still love her?”

There was a pause and you both stopped, mulling the question over.

Did you still love each other? It wasn’t hard to tell, everyone knew the answer. Ask any stranger but...

“No”

..

...

..

You both lied.

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Intimacy (again)

part 2, electric boogaloo 

squeezing the other person’s hand once or twice but not addressing it verbally

trying to match your breathing with theirs

helping or being helped to put on earrings and/or a necklace or bracelet

tracing features of their body, ex. knuckles, veins, scars, acne, moles, etc

wiping stuff off their face with your thumb

booping the tips of your tongues in a non-sexual way

carrying something for them without them asking, ex. going for a cup of water and bringing one back for them too

doing something you know nothing about just to please them, ex. playing videogames, playing cards, going ice-skating, etc

randomly starting stare battles

making them food they like on special occasions, doesn't matter if you're good at it or not

knowing how the other person likes their drink(s) and preparing/ordering it like that

cupping their cheeks and looking into their eyes before kissing them or telling them reassuring things

sharing clothes

playfully pushing your palms against the other persons and relying on the weight of each other to hold you up

piggyback rides when one person is too tired to walk or in pain

goofy dancing, not wanting to impress or anything, just having fun

massaging the other person's shoulders while talking to other people and no one addressing it

making a weird sound and them mimicking you, or the other way around

jumping on the other person’s back randomly and holding on for dear life

randomly biting the other person but not in a sexual or painful way

dancing but one person has their feet on top of the other’s

touching foreheads

pushing hair out of their face

applying sunscreen on their face and body very calmly

smooshing your cheeks together

purposely putting on music you know they'll like

rubbing their earlobe in a comforting way

brushing or getting your hair brushed

plucking their eyebrows and them letting you even though it hurts

carrying chapstick for their dry lips

helping them or getting help doing your hair and taking care of it

painting their nails very carefully or vice versa

[kitakitsune]

Hello,

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This account will mainly be a fanficton blog and focused on Haikyuu. It is my first time writing a story, so please bare with me and my crappy stories.

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☁️would love to make a new friends☁

☀️open for new ideas☀️

[tooruluv]

Kei Tsukishima x F!Reader ( part 7 ) [ final ]

❝ they were the sun and moon, destined to be together but only ever totally meeting once every hundred years or so. ❞

description: in a world where you only see color when you're in love, you've grown frustrated of the greyscale. but falling in love with someone you barely know was never something you planned. and, him not returning the feelings definitely wasn’t planned.

genre: soulmate au... except not quite. everyone is born colorblind. you can only see color once you fall in love (and it grows brighter until you see full color as the love grows). however, that doesn't ensure a lasting connection. it simply means that love exists in that moment, until it doesn't.

word count: 1,879

warnings/notes: that’s all folks!! thank you all for reading and leaving feedback on this one <3 it was my first time writing a soulmate au so i hope it was okay for the most part fsjklhalfkh anyway! enjoy and please leave feedback <3

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“ if you could only see how blue her eyes could be..  ” - if you could only see, tonic

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You decided to keep your distance. You couldn’t be his friend when your heart continued to be shattered at a measly “no”. 

As he walked you home in silence that night, you considered a thousand different ways to get rid of the colors. To get rid of the love you had for him.

It was incredibly toxic, you thought, to continue to be friends with a boy your heart pined for.

You still volunteered with the Karasuno team. It was a bit strange, though, because you would do your best to either stay behind with Hinata and Kageyama, or you would leave with Ukai. Anything to get you out of walking with Tsukki and Yamaguchi.

Hinata was the first one to notice that things weren’t the same (always the observant one). 

“Did something happen with you and Tsukki?” He asked you after practice as the both of you cleaned up the last of the volleyballs.

“I can see color, and he can’t.” You confided.

“We knew that.” 

You chuckled, considering if you should tell him. In the end, you figured “what’s the harm?”, so you said, “We kissed. And even after that, he still couldn’t see color.”

He audibly gasped. “Oh. I’m so sorry.”

“It is not your place to be sorry.” You fluffed his hair. “Are you all done for the night?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Staying away from Tsukishima was harder than you anticipated. 

He was in your class, he had lunch the same time, he was on the team you voluntarily helped with. Everywhere you went, he seemed to be there.

“Do you really think the colors will finally go away?” Haru asked you.

You three were sitting at a picnic table at lunch. It had been almost a week of avoiding the boy and the colors were still as vibrant as ever. You figured falling out of love would be harder than falling into it.

“I hope so.”

At the same time, Tsukki and Yamaguchi walked by. They both looked your direction, and you only exchanged a small look with Yamaguchi.

“They miss you.”

“I know.” You returned to your food, no longer hungry. “I miss them, too.”

One day at Blu, Tsukishima had come in with only sweatpants and a hoodie on. He seemingly just woke up and rushed out without thinking much of it.

You thought he looked handsome no matter his attire.

“What can I get for you today, Kei?” You asked in your usual customer service voice. 

He didn’t glance at you as he ordered his usual black coffee.

You were about to punch it into the register when he added, “And a blueberry muffin.”

“I heard that blueberry muffins are actually purple.” You offered as conversation. Not that you knew what either of the colors looked like.

“That’s stupid.” was his reply.

After a month of avoiding the boy, you were growing frustrated. The colors hadn’t even dimmed, let alone left. They were still bright and loud.

It was like a taunt every time you woke up.

You shoved an (obnoxious) bright yellow shirt on as you cleaned your room. It was an old softball practice shirt that you found in the bottom of your drawer. You had no idea back then how incredibly bright a lot of your clothes were. Why did your mother let you leave the house? 

It was a weekend, and you figured that cleaning your space would also help in clearing your mind. Putting on the shirt was your way of saying “fuck you” to the colors.

As you blasted music, a knock on your door interrupted. 

“What did you do to her?” Yamaguchi asked Tsukishima the day after the kiss.

“What do you mean?”

“You did something to her.” He crossed his arms. “What did you do? She won’t talk to either of us, like I have some part of whatever fucked up shit you did.”

“I…” Tsukishima pushed up his glasses. “I kissed her. Well. We kissed.”

Yamaguchi nodded, thoughts processing. “Then you rejected her again right after, didn’t you?”

“Am I supposed to lie?”

“Yes.” He shrugged. “But you’ve been doing that a lot, huh?”

The knocking on your door persisted, and you eventually gave in and answered.

With a hard swing of the door, you sighed, very irritated, “What?”

Kei Tsukishima stood in front of you, hand still above your head in an attempt to knock again. His eyes made contact with yours. Those golden fucking eyes.

“You’re avoiding me.”

“No shit.”

“Why?”

“Why?” You scoffed incredulously. “You’re kidding, right? Why am I avoiding you?”

“Yeah.” Tsukki seemed sincerely confused as he shoved his hands back into his pockets. “What did I do?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You shook your head, looking away from his eyes. 

He said, “It isn’t like I’ve lied to you.”

“That’s true. You’ve been brutally honest.”

“Then.. why are you avoiding me?” Tsukki tried to catch your eyes again. 

“Because every second with you hurts, Tsukki.” Your frustration echoed in your voice. “Every second that I spend with you is a painful reminder that you don’t and won’t feel the same way about me that I feel for you. And you constantly remind me of that little detail.”

Without a moment of hesitation he said, “Telling you that I don’t love you back should help you. I don’t see what your issue is.”

“You don’t see what my issue is?” You put your hand back on the doorknob. “How’s this: my issue is you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m done, Tsukki.” You met his gaze. “I’m done. I tried to be your friend, I tried to get rid of the stupid colors. But everything I do only makes them worse. And you consistently telling me that you don’t see the same that I do and always being an avid reminder that you don’t love me back… it sucks. And I can’t do it anymore. It’s draining.”

“So you’re going to… what exactly?” His voice got louder. Angrier. “Just forget that I exist and never talk to me, or Yamaguchi, or the team again?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, clearly still pissed off. “That’s the plan.”

You were pissed that he came to your house a month after you stopped talking to him. You were pissed that all of this started with your stupid part time job. You were pissed that he was standing in front of you looking fine as hell. You were pissed that you still saw colors with every waking moment. 

You were pissed that you fell into an unrequited love.

“You can’t just…”

“But I can.”

“No, you can’t!” His voice got louder. You could raise your voice, too.

“Yes, I fucking can, Kei.” You told him. “You don’t know how many times that I’ve tried to get rid of these stupid fucking colors. I’m so over looking like an idiot because of the one person who…”

“Can you shut the fuck up for just a second, I can’t even pay attention to what you’re saying with that bright ass yellow shirt you have on.” Tsukki interrupted, grimacing as he looked away.

The entire world froze around you. He seemed to figure out what he said far too late, closing his eyes. Your heart seized in your chest and you felt as though you just got the wind knocked out of you.

“Wh.. what did you just say?” Your eye twitched. 

“Hm?” Tsukki turned to you, pretending to be oblivious. 

“What did you just say, Tsukki?” You felt tears arriving, but you were forcing yourself to stare at him. “How long have you… How long have you been able to see color?”

“Since I ordered my first black coffee.” He stated. As if it was nothing.

As if it didn’t matter.

“You…” You let the tears free fall down your cheeks. But you laughed. “You could see color this entire time?”

“Just listen…”

“No! No.” You took a step back, putting distance between you and the cause of your heartache. “You just claimed to have never lied to me, yet you’ve been lying to me this entire fucking time.”

He started to say something, perhaps explain himself. But you could barely breathe.

If your heart hadn’t been damaged enough by his constant rejections and painful “no”s, it was completely shattered now.

“You let me believe this entire time that you didn’t feel the same way about me.” You could taste your tears, but ignored it. “For nearly a fucking year, you watched me go through hell. You let me ruin my own heart and let me become frustrated with my own fucking life. You kissed me and then told me that you didn’t love me. You…”

“I love you.” He interrupted, trying to get you to stop yelling.

It was the first time he had said it, and it had slipped past his tongue as if he had been meaning to say it for months.

“I guess it’s a bit late for that.” 

You watched as the colors drained from the world. Your focus turned back to the greyscale as if a vacuum sucked every single color that had existed. 

The last color you watched dissipate was the gold in his eyes.

fin.

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[iheartkuroorin]

Drunken Night

Fuck you Atsumu

a/n: you (y/n Kageyama, yes youre related to tobio) and Iwaizumi go out for drinks one night and you run off. Where to? To get railed in a car :) Come to find out your friends know your mystery man.

-Fun Facts-

Kuroo didn’t stay with kags and everyone he went to a bar and met a pretty lady ;)

Suna dropped you off at home close to midnight

You kept playing with Sunas fingers in the car

Suna took you to a movie drive though to eat and watch Kong vs Godzilla (you picked the movie lol)

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Apologies for this being short i have major cramps and my head hurt so fluffing bad

[strawberry-pockystick]

domestic Kagehina headcanons

- Kageyama and Hinata suck at kissing. It usually looks too aggressive and messy, and they’re always so eager to kiss they end up slamming into each other. They’ve probably accidentally given each other a bloody lip. That being said, both are extremely talented at cuddles

- Contrary to popular belief, Hinata is an amazing cook, after taking care of Natsu for years he can make almost anything with some instructions. Kageyama is secretly grateful for this, as he burns everything- even water. Once, he tried to make toast and the smoke alarm went off; Hinata has banned him from the stove (and every flammable device, for that matter)

- Hinata makes Kageyama blueberry pancakes every Saturday morning 

- PILLOWFORTS. They love making massive pillow forts in their living room- it starts as a competition but eventually they give up, making hot chocolate and curling up under their redoubt of pillows and blankets  

- as soon as winter rolls around, everything snow related is game- including Kageyama dropping snowballs down Hinata’s shirt and Hinata dumping snow on Kageyama to wake him up 

- they both hate coffee, but they drink tea together every morning 

- daily runs together? Yes. Is that even a question?? They never miss a good chance to work out, especially if it’s together. One of their favorite parts of the day (that neither of them will admit) is going on a light jog/race with each other 

- they aren’t big fans of fancy dates- they prefer going out to casual places and having fun- but their favorite places to go are carnivals and trampoline parks 

- they don’t kill bugs. Depending on the type, Hinata will either be scared shitless or fascinated, and Kageyama doesn’t mind them. They always set the insect outside (Hinata sometimes waves goodbye to it as it crawls/flies away) 

- Kageyama wonders where an outfit went for who knows how long, before finally discovering Hinata wearing the missing articles 

- they love doing each others hair, wether that consists of brushing it, styling it, or just playing with it. Kageyama especially loves fluffing Hinata’s hair 

- Kageyama loves watching Hinata sleep. It mildly terrifies Hinata to wake up to Kageyama staring at him, but he deals with it