#now on to continue drawing haikyuu characters

[petricorah]

hello~~~ i'm opening comms again! Please see below the cut for more info.

From left to right on the headshot page, OCs belong to: @faelianthemighty, @brisktheaardwolf, @narrativefoiltrope, @glitcheemisc, @silentspectres, and @crispywisp (and Lae'zel for @baldhergate :)) Thank you all so much for trusting me with your characters!

dm or email me at petricorah@gmail.com if you’re interested or have questions!!

will draw: ocs, tavs, fanart

won’t draw: nsfw, mechs

PLEASE NOTE: Extremely complicated/intricate bg3 outfits will be simplified or subject to an additional fee.

-payment through venmo (preferably) or paypal. 

-payment is 50% upfront and 50% after. 

-There will be chances for revision at the sketch stage. Any major changes in the later stages of the commission may be subject to an additional fee. 

-clarification on prices: two full body characters are 70+60=130 USD

-visual references are appreciated! Design work from scratch (i.e. no descriptions or pictures at all) will be subject to an additional fee. 

-commissions can take 1-6 weeks to finish depending on the complexity and your order in the queue.

I have the right to refuse any commission.

[chaikajpeg]

hinata shōyō | haikyuu

reference photo: link to the original post on twitter. shot by oremiya14

i don't know the name of the team and the player yet but i'll add them later (i'm in a bit of a hurry so i have to go... sorry!!)

[lcvemiyuki]

“when they get jealous” | hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: haikyuu boys x reader, when they get jealous over someone else

warnings: disgustingly cute, ushijima x reader + oikawa x reader are established relationships, fem!reader

characters: kageyama, oikawa, ushijima

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Tobio Kageyama

'his pettiness would slip out unintentionally'

You and Kageyama often helped each other with studying, so it wasn’t surprising to find the two of you in a coffee shop with notebooks laid out on the wooden table. Kageyama was focused on his work, his brows furrowed in concentration as he scribbled notes in his notebook. You had given him your neat and organized notes to copy down since the ones he took were the complete opposite.

He was having a good time until this guy, claiming to know you, approached the table. While Kageyama isn't the most socially astute, he couldn't miss the way this guy’s hand occasionally grazed yours or the overly familiar tone in his voice. Every laugh and lingering touch made Kageyama's jaw tighter, his pen digging harder into the paper.

You clearly looked uncomfortable with his pursuits, attempting to let the guy down nicely with an awkward laugh here and there.

“So, I was thinking we should hang out sometime—” The man’s flirtatious invitation was abruptly cut off by a loud, deliberate slurping noise coming from across the table.

You turned to see Kageyama, still focused on his work, but now obnoxiously trying to suck up the last remnants of his coffee from the glass cup. The sound was grating, loud enough to draw annoyed glances from nearby customers.

Each time the guy tried to speak again, the slurping noise grew louder and more exaggerated, making the man visibly frustrated.

“Do you have a problem, man?” he angrily spat, now glaring at the nonchalant guy across from you.

Kageyama took his time to calmly put down his empty glass, his fingers lingering on the rim momentarily before he shifted his gaze to the intruder. His eyes, usually so focused and intense, now burned with an unmistakable, cold irritation.

“I don’t know, do you?” Kageyama’s voice was flat and unyielding, his stare piercing through the man.

You could feel the tension in the air, the intensity of his harsh and cold eyes making the man shift uncomfortably.

“Because she hasn’t said yes to a single thing you’ve said since you got here,” Kageyama continued, his tone blunt and unforgiving. “So I suggest you leave.”

The man hesitated, clearly taken aback by Kageyama’s directness and the unspoken threat in his eyes. Without another word, he turned and walked away, mumbling something under his breath.

Once the guy was out of earshot, you turned back to Kageyama, who was already picking up his pen and resuming his work as if nothing had happened. A small, amused smile tugged at your lips.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you said softly, a hint of gratitude in your voice.

Kageyama glanced up, his expression softening slightly as he looked at you. “I didn’t like how he was talking to you. It made me uncomfortable.”

You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. “Thanks, Tobio. I seriously mean it.”

A faint blush tinted his cheeks as he nodded in response, trying to focus back on his notes.

But, he simply couldn't as his attention kept drifting back to you.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Tooru Oikawa

'he'd try to one-up the person with blatant rudeness'

Oikawa loves spending time with you. When a festival was happening in your hometown, it was a given that he’d go with you. The vibrant atmosphere, the colorful stalls, and the joyful crowd made it a perfect date. He left you alone for a split second to buy some takoyaki.

When he returned, he saw you stopped in the middle of the crowd, awkwardly laughing with some other guy. His smile faltered slightly, a hint of annoyance flickering in his eyes. He playfully nudged your shoulder, interjecting himself into the conversation and cutting off whatever unfunny joke the guy was telling you.

“Hey, sorry for the wait,” Oikawa said, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. His smile was charming as always, but his eyes held a sharp glint as he did a quick look up and down at the guy.

“Wow! Y/N, I didn’t know you snagged a boyfriend while you were away!” the guy laughed with a strain.

Oikawa didn’t miss the way this guy’s gaze shifted slightly, revealing a brief flicker of distaste towards him. His own smile turned to a sneer at the sight of it.

‘Huh, this little prick,’ Oikawa thought, recognizing him as the classmate who had a crush on you in high school. That memory only fueled his irritation, making him want to pull you away from this conversation even more.

As each second passed, the more Oikawa showed how much he didn't like this guy. “Wow, it sounds like you had a great time in high school. But I’m sure nothing beats the fun we have now, right, love?” He directed an innocent smile at you, but you could feel the air thickening with intensity.

Turning back to the guy, Oikawa continued, “It’s so cute how you still remember those high school days. I guess some people never move on from their glory years.”

Your eyes widen at the jab and side-eye your smiley, 'I didn't do anything wrong' boyfriend next to you. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or pinch him for making this even more awkward than it is.

You curtly said goodbye to your classmate, not wanting to drag this out any longer. Without waiting for a response, you grabbed Oikawa’s hand and dragged him away.

Oikawa's disdain towards your friend was clear, his expression contorted with thinly veiled annoyance. He stuck out his tongue in a childish display of disapproval, causing the classmate to stand there, taken aback, and scoff in response.

As you both silently walked beside each other, Oikawa’s demeanor softened, realizing he might've overdone it a tad with this one. “Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said, his voice gentle and sincere. He squeezed your hand, looking at you with an apologetic look.

“No, I'm sorry,” you sighed, glancing up at him. “I should've told him I had to go right when he approached me and look for you. Instead, we were put into an awkward situation."

Oikawa frowned slightly. "You don’t have to apologize. I just—I didn’t like the way he was looking at you."

You stopped and turned to face him, placing your hands on your hips. "Tooru, you need to stop being so childish. Sticking your tongue out? Really?"

His eyes widened in surprise. "You saw that?"

You raised an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and exasperation on your face. "Of course I saw that. You think I wouldn't notice?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Okay, okay, I admit that might've been a bit much."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "A bit much? Try a lot. You can’t keep doing that."

His pout returned. "But he was—"

"No buts," you interrupted, playfully poking his chest. "I can handle myself, alright? And you definitely don't have to worry about any other guy. You're the only one I want."

His eyes sparkled at your reassurance, his smile widening. "You know, there's no one else I'd rather have but you~" he playfully coos back, earning a soft slap to the chest from you.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Wakatoshi Ushijima

'he barely gets jealous, but when he does, his reserved demeanor slips with subtle signals'

You frequently showed up to Ushijima’s practices to support him, admiring his dedication and skill. Today was no different, but what you didn’t know was that there was a new player on the team. He was quite charming and flirtatious, so when he saw you, he couldn’t help but make a move.

“Hey sweetheart, are you lost?” the new player approached you, his hair matted with sweat and a cocky grin on his face.

“Oh no. I’m Y/N, Ushijima’s—” you started to explain, but he cut you off.

“Fan?” he guessed, leaning closer.

“Um, no—” you tried again.

“Sister?” he interrupted, his eyes scanning you with obvious interest.

Before you could speak again, a deep, familiar voice cut through the conversation, “She’s my girlfriend.”

Ushijima’s imposing presence seemed to cast a shadow over the new player as he gently placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch light yet protective. You felt a slightly sweaty chest lightly press against your back, sending a shiver up your spine. His olive eyes, usually calm and composed, held a steely intensity as he assessed the situation.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Ushijima asked, his voice steady but carrying an underlying edge.

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and warmth at his presence. “Yes, everything’s fine.”

The new player, clearly taken aback, tried to recover his composure. “I didn’t know, man. Just thought she was lost or something.”

Ushijima’s gaze didn’t waver, and his grip on your shoulder tightened ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. “She’s here to support me, as always. I’d appreciate it if you respected that.”

The new player nodded, mumbling a quick apology before retreating to the court. As he walked away, you could feel the tension slowly dissipate from Ushijima’s body, but his eyes remained on the player for a moment longer, his gaze eyeing him like a hawk. Ushijima never shows his emotions normally, but seeing you flustered and a bit uncomfortable by someone else had his jaw set tighter than usual.

Turning back to you, Ushijima’s expression turned non-rigid once more. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” The lines of tension in his face smoothed once he met your gaze.

You smiled up at him, the warmth of your hand over his on your shoulder conveying a silent understanding. You plant a light peck on his hand, a gentle affirmation of your gratitude. “It’s okay, Toshi," you whispered softly, your voice carrying a soothing tone. "You should go back to practice."

He nodded, his lips curling into a rare, small smile. “Just let me know if anyone bothers you.”

You leaned into him, feeling the solid reassurance of his presence. “I will. Thank you.”

As the practice continued, he kept a close eye on the new player, making sure there were no further incidents.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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Look At Me!! (≧□≦)

Haikyuu boys x Artist!Reader

[part 1] – [part 2]

— Summary: You're from the art club, and for a project involving the volleyball club, you need to draw someone on the team, but that someone isn't him, and he definitely doesn't like it.

— Characters: Kita, Osamu.

— Warning/Notes: Jealous crush, misunderstanding.

— Fluff

— Gn!Reader

You are part of your school's art club, and since the president of your club has several connections around the school as he was the former president of the student council , they agreed to a collaboration between the two clubs with the aim of making a special project.

Each member of the art club would be tasked with drawing a picture of a volleyball team player, and at the end, the drawings would be displayed throughout the school; One of the main objectives of doing this was that this project could attract more people to want to participate in the clubs involved.

And to avoid conflicts between several people wanting to draw the same person, the president of your club decided that he would choose who each person would draw.

But this unfortunately meant that you were unable to make an art of the one that remained in your thoughts for a while. That's right, your crush was part of the volleyball club, but you never had the courage to reveal your feelings to him, because you thought he wouldn't feel the same way about you. But little do you know that he would be bothered by the fact that you "chose" to draw someone other than him... (he doesn't know that you actually wanted to do the project with him)

Shinsuke Kita

Even though the project was ongoing now, it did not stop him from continuing his peaceful routine, which is considered his "sacred ritual". But something seemed to be taking away his concentration at the moment, and that something was you and Aran doing the project together.

He really didn't understand why when he saw you together, he stared at you more than usual. He really doesn't understand this unpleasant feeling that is growing inside him. That certainly wasn't good.

No matter what he tried to do, Kita couldn't get the image of you laughing with Aran out of his mind; most of the time he didn't understand the jokes his team told him, but what would his friend have told you for you to give him such a bright smile?

He really wanted your smile to be directed at him.

Kita tried to be discreet about it, but his intense stares directed at you already gave everything away. And everyone on the team realized this, of course, but it was only the twins who had the courage to confront him about it.

"Hey Shinsuke, you’re starin' too much…why don't ya go talk to them?” says Atsumu, giving his signature smile. "Why are ya speakin' as if ya are an expert on this?" Osamu says to his brother, laughing in his face. "Gimme a break Samu!"

As the twins begin their daily argument, Kita thinks about Atsumu's words. There's no harm in him trying to talk to you, right? And with that thought, he walks towards you, who is alone now since Aran needed to go to the bathroom.

When you see him, you wave to the boy, giving him a smile that makes his heart flutter slightly. "Hi Kita! I'm sorry I didn't talk to you sooner, I was talking to Aran about the project!" "Ya don't need to worry about that." he says in a polite manner, then directing his gaze to the court, watching his teammates doing the project and training.

You stand side by side in an awkward silence, not knowing what to say to each other, but the silence soon dissipates as you begin to speak. "You know... it's really cool to draw Aran, but I think it would be even cooler to draw you." with those words, Kita looks at you with a surprised expression, but soon composes himself.

"The seriousness you radiate is always fun to see, you really were made to be the captain of your team." you look at him and gives him a smile, which makes the boy blush slightly. He soon gives a small smile too, and looks at the ground, feeling a little shy all of a sudden.

"I say the same. You're certainly a great artist, if it were me, I'd be flattered for being drawn by ya."

You laugh lightly at his words, feeling embarrassed by the compliment Kita returned to you. Everyone noticed the light flirtations you directed at each other, thinking about how you two were made for each other.

Osamu Miya

One thing that people close to Osamu notice is that when he gets stressed about something, it seems like his hunger becomes greater than normal. But now it looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

And as if it wasn't enough that you chose his idiot brother over him, Atsumu wasted no time in sending him a face, with the purpose of irritating him even more. Why did you choose that fool over him anyway?

Did you even know that Atsumu often picks boogers out of his nose and wipes his finger under the table when no one is looking? If you knew that, he's sure you wouldn't waste any time choosing the best twin (which is definitely Osamu).

'Oh but that's not even the worst thing he does, if you knew everything...' Osamu thinks looking at the two of you, while he eat a pack of potato chips from a completely unknown brand that was on sale.

"Osamu, ya can't eat this here, Kita will come and teach ya a moral lesson sayin' that 'this isn't healthy at all'." says Suna approaching his friend, while engrossed in his cell phone.

Too busy cursing his brother in his thoughts, Osamu doesn't respond to the boy who now sits next to him, furrowing his eyebrows in disgust to the fake blonde who is purposely talking too close to you.

"I'm goin' to go over there and kick this shameless guy in the face." Osamu grumbles as he eat the chips, looking away from you. "I don't think ya'll need to go there." Suna lightly pokes his shoulder, and then pointing at Atsumu, who is walking towards the two of them, holding a... bento box?

"What are ya doin' here? Aren't ya supposed to be doin' the project?" "[Name] had to go back to their club room to get some paintin' supplies." After Atsumu speaks, a strange atmosphere remains in the air, clearly showing Osamu's irritation with his brother at the moment.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, it's not like they's excited to do the project with me anyway." With those words, Osamu turns to face his twin, with an expression of doubt on his face. "What do ya mean by that?"

"Well...It may or may not be that they did this for you two thinkin' that they would participate in the project with ya, but it seems that the universe had other plans." Atsumu says as he hands the bento box to his brother, who instantly opens it to see what's inside.

Onigiris.

Made with all the love in the world by you, they were organized in rows, and it was possible to see that each one of them was made with exceptional care. In the same second, Osamu blushed to think that you did they thinking about him.

Maybe he will now take back all the insults he directed at his brother.

— A/N: I'M FINALLY ON VACATION🙌🙌🙌🙌

It will last about 3 weeks, so I will have plenty of time to write things here, and that means I can respond to all your requests and take less time to post!! I'm really relieved that I'm not burdened with so much schoolwork, this break will be really good for me.😢

[sassycheesecake]

All of the Seven Sins as Haikyuu!! characters in a single post <3

Warning: nsfw, cursing

PRIDE: Wakatoshi Ushijima

It‘s his strong arrogant pride that made you draw to him in the first place. His confidence on the court is overpowering and his intense eyes find yours in the crowd at a Schweiden Adlers game. His gaze is burning into you, you see him give you a slight nod. Feeling your face flush, your focus is on him and his strong figure the entire game. After the game is over, you wait in line to get a signature on your jersey. With timid steps, you get up to the table, looking straight into his olive green eyes that have a hint of a golden shine to it.

"G-Good Game, you were amazing out there."

"Thank you.“ His deep-rich voice is giving you chills but in a very good way.

Signing your jersey, he hands it back to you, quietly telling you to look at it when you are alone.

Once you are in your car, you see a little side note under his signed name.

"Come to my next game, you will be in for a surprise. You will see I am not only good in volleyball.“

GREED: SHŌYŌ HINATA

You’ve been watching him for a while now. He is here every day, same time, same place. The local beach of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. And every time he is playing beach volleyball with the local residents of Rio, his smile is just as bright as the hot sun that shines almost each day.

Watching him behind your sunglasses whenever he plays, you can't help but watch from a close spot as the sweat drips down on his shirtless hot body and it's not just his body that is smoking hot, it's his cheery and extroverted personality that has you weak for him. But just on another usual Saturday morning, you are tanning in the hazardous heat, when a shadow all of sudden takes away the light from your upper body.

When you take your sunglasses down, you see a very familiar ginger head staring down at you with the biggest grin while his hands rest on his hips. He shamelessly ogles you up and down with his sunglasses, almost greedily, like he wants to eat you up like a delicious scoop of his favourite ice cream. ''Hey, my name is Hinata Shōyō, I know you have been watching me during my games. I must say, I haven't seen anyone as gorgeous as you around here before.'' When he leans his face down a little bit, you see a bright pearl mandarin orange shine brightly at you, along with sharp canines that make his smile dangerous. ''Want to play some beach volleyball with me and we can... get to know each other a little bit more? I can show you how to do a proper serve.''

LUST: ATSUMU MIYA

He has your back pressed against a bathroom club door of the men‘s room, his intoxicating scent blinding the rest of yours. His hot tongue is clashing against yours in a ferocious manner, you’re whimpering and moaning against his mouth. He gives you a moment to breathe, a string of saliva connected by your lips. The both of you are panting, gasping for air while staring deeply into each others eyes. His honey brown orbs are barely visible by his dilated pupils. Grasping your chin in his hand, he leans closer again and you see his irises turning into a dangerous ruby red glow, his canines getting a bit sharp.

"Say babygirl, whaddya say we take this to ma place, I‘ll show ya the secret talents of the Demon of Lust himself.“ He says while almost purring like a cat, you can’t help but fall into his spell of seduction.

ENVY: TŌRU OIKAWA

Watching you talk to his best friend at a party is making his blood boil with rage and jealousy, his grip on his red drinking cup is making the plastic slightly crunching with noise.

Laughing at something Iwaizumi said, you gently push him, giggling like a little school girl in love. Oikawa has been keeping his eye on you for a couple months now, but you’re not the slightest bit interested in him. And it pisses him the fuck off.

The brunette continues to watch the two of you, until he can’t take it anymore. He dumps his drink in the nearby trash and makes his way over to you with quick steps.

"Iwa, mind if I borrow (Y/N)?" Before Iwaizumi can even reply, Oikawa drags you off by grabbing your arm, ignoring your protest and tries of pulling yourself free.

Entering an unoccupied room, he forces you in and closes the door and then locks it.

"Oikawa what the fuck was that?!"

"I am not letting Iwaizumi take away what’s rightfully mine.” He growls and takes predator-like steps towards you, looking like a lion ready to devour its meal.

The room is really dark, the moonlight the only light source in the room. All of sudden, you see a dangerous glow of lime-green eyes looking at you. The usual chocolate brown eyes gone completely from his irises. The glowing green literally screaming lethal poison.

His changed appearance is striking a little bit of fear into your bones and yet, you feel excited for what’s coming next.

"Now, my sweet little thing, we are gonna play a game called 'Cat and Mouse', so be sure to be loud and squeaky enough for the whole party to hear you."

GLUTTONY: OSAMU MIYA

You and your husband have been overdue for a much needed vacation, which is why he put his manager in charge of his shop to take you to Okinawa. He booked a beach house for about 10 days and you could not be more excited to spend some much needed alone time with him.

After an exciting day at the beach and a delightful dinner together, you feel Osamu’s bare strong back as he fills you over and over again with his cum.

You don’t know how many rounds it’s been but the both of you keep wanting more. Thankfully as a supernatural being, he is an incredible amount of energy to spare.

Hiding his face in your neck, he switches between heavy pants and groans, his thrusts still as hard and powerful as they were over an hour ago.

"Say Samu…?" You manage to breathe out.

Humming in question, the ravenette pauses his thrusts and when he looks into your eyes, it seems like his now changed violet eyes stare right into your soul.

"What do you say about a little snack break? Aren’t you starting to run out of energy?"

He smirks at your request, propping himself up on his arms, still staying inside of you.

"Does the lady have any wishes?"

You purse your lips and think for a few moments, saying the first dessert that comes into your mind.

"Hmmm… banana cream pie?" You give him your best puppy eyes.

"As you wish." He grins and holds out his hand.

All of sudden, a whole damn banana cream pie is resting in his left hand, gently setting it down into the side before dipping his finger in the whipped cream, spreading it over your naked chest.



"H-Hey I was gonna eat that!" You pout.

Licking the whipped cream off of your chest, he gently sucks your boobs, biting and licking them.

Even though Osamu can’t get enough of food, his hunger for your body is insane. He can’t get enough of you.

His hands produce more whipped cream, as he spreads it across your stomach and more on your chest.

Leaning back into the pillow, you let the demon of gluttony devour you whole.

WRATH: TOBIO KAGEYAMA

You know this is just a one-time thing, that he’s only using you for his own pleasure. He snaps his hips into yours with a punishing pace, the force of his thrusts making the headboard bang into the wall constantly.

His raven-black hair is matted with sweat on his forehead, his head is thrown back, mouth open to let out loud moans.

All of sudden, he stops and when he opens his eyes to look at you, a shiny silver glows in his irises, making you believe that you’re looking into the brightest star tail across a night sky.

"T-Tobio…" You sigh out his name in pleasure.

He chuckles darkly, pulling out and flipping you over with ease.

Now laying on your stomach, Kageyama wastes no time in pushing back into you without a warning.

He caught his girlfriend cheating on him at the bar at a night out with one of his teammates and you as her best friend were the first person in his vision to have revenge sex with as payback.

‘It’s only for one time. I need to show that bitch that she can’t do as she pleases.’ You remember his words clearly.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a harsh bite against your shoulder and you tell him to be a little bit more gentle.

"Can’t handle a little roughness? I have to show your bestie that she can’t go around being a whore. And you’re the perfect fit for telling her later on that I fucked her best friend’s brain out.”

SLOTH: RINTARŌ SUNA

The first warm early sun rays peek through the blinds into your room, waking you up in the process. EJP Raijin had a game of victory last night against the Tachibana Red Falcons, you and Suna celebrated the whole night, drunk kisses and passionate thrusts into you were exchanged last night. The first thing you notice is a heavy arm wrapped tightly around your naked waist. As you try to turn around to face your lover, Suna tightens his grip on you, mumbling something incoherently into your neck. Pressing light kisses along your throat, the Middle Blocker moves his kisses to your awaiting lips. As soon as his soft lips come in contact with yours, Suna lets out a blissful sigh. Keeping your lips locked with each other, the brunette turns, so now you’re sitting on top of him. While having a solid grip on your waist, he eagerly pushes you back to his erection. You’re already wet enough from his intoxicating kisses and he slides into your slick walls very quick. Breaking the sloppy kiss with sinful moans, you both open your eyes and you see your boyfriend’s usual green eyes replaced by a beautiful shade of tropical teal.

Grinning at his eyes’ changed color, Suna smirks back at you, his canines sharpening in the process.

Moving up and down in a quick pattern, you rest your hands on his muscular abdomen, whimpers and deep moans leaving your boyfriend’s mouth.

"I… I know -ahhh- you… you said that you’re the demon of sloth w-when we first -argh- met… but I feel like -ohhh- you’re putting too much work into t-this."

Chuckling darkly, Suna sits up, wrapping one of his arms around your lower back while the other one gathers your hair, pulling on it, making you hiss and he leans closer to your ear.

"That may be true my love but -ah- when it comes to you, I like to show you what I can do. I almost fucked you into oblivion last night. -Shit- now let’s do round four shall we?" He bites into your ear and flips you over, to give you a fucking of a life time.

[bokutos-last-brain-cell]

Randomly Generated Haikyuu Character #1: Bokuto Koutarou

Date drawn: May 1, 2023

Hey hey hey everyone, I have finally worked up the courage to post the doodles that I've been making for a little while now! I have a lot to get through (and I mean a lot) so I will be posting one each day until we're caught up, after which it'll mainly be whenever I feel up to drawing some!

There's a little bit of a story about these so if anyone is interested, I'll be putting it under the cut so that this post doesn't get too long!

Alrighty, so I started doing these almost a year and a half ago when my college roommate went home for the weekend and I was feeling more keyed up than usual. Having combination-type ADHD, I'm no stranger to restlessness both physically and mentally but for some reason, it was much more prevalent this evening and so I decided to try and draw random Haikyuu characters until I felt better

My original list consisted of 70 characters so I figured that given the probability, it would be a good chance to draw someone I've never drawn before! I went into it with that thought at least and then I legitimately kid you not, the very first character it landed on was Bokuto, my favorite character and the one that I have drawn the most. Since it was still random though, I decided I wouldn’t question it because hey, if the universe wants me to draw Bokuto, I'll draw Bokuto!

The first day I was able to finish 2 of them and luckily it did help me get out some energy, but I had so much fun with it that I decided I wanted to keep going, either until I had gotten through my entire list or I got bored, whichever comes first! I also added an additional 70 characters to the initial list, so we (for the moment) have a total of 140 characters to get through! Despite the original reason for starting this, it's developed into a way to help myself work through my perfectionism obsessions and be ok with making art that wasn't perfect, as well as a way of getting some practice drawing different angles and expressions I don't usually do as I started making some of them screenshot redraws

To me at least, it's really interesting to see how the drawings have evolved over time and the different things I started to incorporate that I think really helped improve my art overall, as well as how much faster I've gotten, all of which I'll be talking about here and there as we go through these

Inevitably there are some that I wind up liking more than others, but I can at the very least appreciate the amount of noticeable growth as I continue to make my way through all of the characters. I'm excited to share the rest of them with you guys in the weeks to come!

[allthefujoshiunite]

Have you ever thought about red flag uke? Sure, it's easy to find red flag seme, but the uke.... Do you have any BL recs about red flag uke?

Also, can I ask BL recs that kinda remind you of Bokuto x Akashi from Haikyuu? Where one is oblivious, loveable, straight forward person and the other is quite, serious but always looking after the other?

Sorry for this random ask, thanks if you want to answer.....

Hi! It really is easier to find red flag seme (makes sense since the word means “to attack” or “to be on the offence”) but the way authors/ artists depict uke characters have been changing as well ~ I currently don’t have access to my computer, so I’ll just list the titles I have in mind and update if I have any additions next week (ish). Enjoy!

Research is serious business, you guys.

What people consider a “red flag” differs to be honest, some people draw the line at cheating while others may or may not excuse murder depending on the situation. Some want the character to be sweet to their partner but be toxic otherwise, while others want the relationship itself to be toxic. I don’t know which case you feel drawn to, so I’ll be going with my gut (again) lol

Checkmate (Tan): He’s manipulative! He’s petty! Everything you need in a toxic uke, Soohyun has it. And interestingly, Eunsung is not exactly put off by it. I was asked whether I know another title like Checkmate and I honestly don’t. I have reviewed it in the past (now the main story is completed and side stories are being released) so if you want more info, I suggest you check it out.

Wonna Do It? (Cho Sangduck): Another title I mentioned in the answe I linked above. Can be found in Lezhin’s library. This is a very short, unhinged story that I need continuation of immediately!

Liveta (muzi): I have briefly read this one and liked it, you might want to check it out on Lezhin.

Mad Place (Junah): Tbh I was very enthusiastic going into this series and read 30+ chapters but my interest fizzled out. The uke in this title is scheming something (I didn’t stick around long enough to find out) and you can consider him a tad manipulative. There’s crime and investigation and you might find it more intriguing than me! On Lezhin.

Pornographer + Pornographer Playback + Mood Indigo (Maki Marukido): All three are in Manga Planet’s (Futekiya) library. The main character Kijima is an author, and while Pornographer (Playback is the continuation) focuses on him and Haruhiko, Mood Indigo is Kijima becoming an author and his relationship with his editor. I suggest you read Pornographer first and then read Mood Indigo for better context! Kijima will frustrate you to the max skcjdnjc.

A Lotus Flower In the Mud (Tamekou): This is not just a red flag uke but a red flag all over fkfnfj. Be mindful of the tags before you go in!

The King of Home Cooking (Lee Hyun-joo): The uke in this is one of the most frustrating characters I’ve ever read, he’s so unlikable and remains that way until the very end and that’s kinda why I like this series xD It has a very interesting theme as well, highly suggested! Can be read on Tappytoon.

A s for titles similar to BokuAka. I have a previous list that would kind of fit what you’re looking for (except the first and the last one). Here’s another list with puppy seme x cool(-ish) uke types.

That’s all I have for now! Hope you like the recommendations.

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Seven~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“Hey…” You softly say. “We’re going to kick his ass tomorrow!” You exclaim with extreme determination.

“Yeah!!” Hinata yells as Kageyama just walks away.

-Saturday-

You walk into the gym to see everyone already there. ‘Am I late?’ you ponder.

“(Y/N)!” Hinata screeches when he notices you. Upon hearing your name, everyone's attention goes to you. They see you standing by the entrance in loose black pants and a/an (F/C) jacket holding a gym bag. You find the short energetic boy in the crowd and wave before walking to him.

“Hey, Hinata!” You say as you stop in front of him. “Are you ready for today?”

“Of course I am! Are you?” You giggle at how excited he is before answering.

“Definitely. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces.” With a slight smirk, you glance toward your opponents for today. 

“Woah!” Hinata exclaims, which draws your attention back to him. “She’s so pretty! Do you think she’s our manager?” He says as the two of you watch a girl with shoulder-length, black, silky hair walks into the gym. Watching as Tanaka seems to be drooling over her, you begin to talk to Hinata.

“She is pretty. Do you like~ her?” You tease. This catches him off guard. He immediately turns bright red and starts stuttering. This causes you to laugh. “I’m just teasing you!” You manage to say through your laughter. After calming down you continue. “I’m going to go introduce myself.” You walk to the girl who is by the bench.

“Hi,” you begin shyly. “My name is (L/N) (Y/N), a first year.” The girl looks up from her paper to meet your gaze. ‘Cute’ she thinks before speaking.

“Shimizu Kiyoko, third year.”  You both bow slightly to each other. 

“Are you the manager Shimizu-senpai?”

“I am. Are you the one who applied to be a manager?”

“Y-Yes, but if you’re already able to handle things I don’t mind finding a different club!” You say frantically. A small chuckle stops you from talking.

“It’s okay (L/N)-chan, I was hoping someone would join so I could teach them since I won’t be here next year,” Kiyoko explains. You stand there stunned for a second before responding. 

“I’d love to learn from you senpai!” You say with a closed-eyed smile. “Oh, and please call me (Y/N).”

“Okay, you can call me Kiyoko then.”

“Alright.” As you two are talking you fail to notice the many pairs of eyes on you. Out of nowhere, you both hear a scream.

“OUR ANGEL AND GODDESS ARE TALKING!!” IS THIS HEAVEN?!” You look at Kiyoko with a questioning face.

“Is he okay?”

“Just ignore him.” She says. You look back at the second year who is on his knees, with a look of pity before refocusing on the girl in front of you.

“Okay…” Before you can continue Daichi speaks up.

“Alright, let us get this game started! I’ll join Tsukishima and Yamaguchi’s team.”

“Captain?! You’re going to play?!” Hinata shouts in surprise.

“Haha. Relax. You’ll be okay.” Daichi says while stealing a glance in your direction. His eyebrows furrow when he sees the unreadable expression on your face. ‘I thought she would be shocked.’

“Excuse me…” Yamaguchi speaks up. “Who will be the third person on their team? No one looks like they are ready to play.”

“Maybe they chose not to play because they don’t want to play with the King,” Tsukishima says smugly. Hinata is about to say something but is interrupted.

“I don’t think that’s the case.” Everyone stops and turns to where the voice came from. They are all met with you standing outside the court. You’re now dressed in black spandex shorts and a/an (F/C) tank top. “What?” You ask while styling your hair for the game. Everyone looks shocked.

“When did you change?” Hinata asks.

“Boke! You can’t ask that!” Kageyama yells before you can respond.

“Why not?!”

“Because you just can’t!”

“Guys calm down!” You say before this can get further out of hand. “Thank you for defending me Kageyama but it’s okay!” The said boy blushes as he looks away. “And Hinata, I was wearing this under my other clothes so I just took them off when you guys were talking.” They all deadpan, ‘So brave… and stupid.’ Tsukishima is the first one to snap back to reality.

“What makes you so confident?” He asks.

“Hmm…” you fake thinking. “Probably because I know their teammate wouldn’t do that.”

“And how is that?” He looks at you with an unamused expression. 

“Well…” You say as you walk up to Hinata and Kageyama. You stop and stand between them. “It’s because I’m their teammate.” You exclaim with a smirk on your face while your arms are crossed over your chest. Tsukishima’s face is shocked before quickly changing to a smirk.

“Oh yeah? So I guess you are his majesty’s queen.” At the sound of this all the boys except Kageyama, Hinata, and Yamaguchi, begin to worry. ‘Did you like Kageyama? Were the two of you already together?’ They’re all pulled from their spiral when you speak.

“And I guess you’re still jealous.” ‘Still jealous?’ they think. “I told you already, it doesn’t matter. You’re just jealous I’m not hanging out with you.”

“Yeah right. I wouldn’t want a pipsqueak like you hanging out around me anyway,” 

“Oh sure, whatever you say.” As you and Tsukishima continue to bicker the eyes of the volleyball boys land on Kageyama. He shivers at the intensity. He locks eyes with Tanaka.

“Is what Tsukishima said true?” The second-year asks uncharacteristically calmly. Kageyama rapidly shakes his head to say no. The intensity subsides a bit. Daichi then breaks up your bickering with Tsukishima. As each team goes on their side of the net, Tsukishima starts ‘whispering’ to Daichi.

“Hey captain, who should we obliterate, I mean contain first, the shrimp or the pipsqueak? I also can’t wait for the King to lose his cool.”

“Shh! Tsuki! They can hear you!” Yamaguchi says panicky.

“That’s the point. I want them to lose their focus.”

“You sure have a warped personality Tsukishima.” Daichi says while sweat dropping.

“I especially want to see how the lonely King will do now that his subjects have left him.” Tsukishima says, completely ignoring Daichi.

“Hey, Kageyama…” You say getting his attention. “Don’t worry he’s only saying that because he’s jealous of how good you are.” This makes the setter blush. “Plus he’s trying to make us lose our cool 'cause he’s scared he’ll be beaten by a team with two short people, and one of them is a girl.” You continue with a smirk. 

“So bada$$!” Tanaka swoons. 

“Yeah totally.” Tsukishima says with sarcasm. ‘When did she get this bold? She’s always quiet in class’ he ponders to himself.

“Then why don’t we start this so I can kick your tall a$$.” You say seriously.

“I agree.” Daichi says as you all get into positions.

“She’s really serious about this game isn’t she?” Suga asks Kiyoko, who is standing next to him.

“Mhm.” She hums.

*FWEEP*

Your team is serving first. You stand behind the line as you are getting ready to serve. Holding the ball close to your face, you close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm your nerves. ‘Okay, you got this (Y/N). Just calm down and focus.’

“You know what I just realized?” Tanaka asks the two upperclassmen near him.

“What?” Suga responds.

“We’ve never even seen (Y/N) play. During the practices, she would always help Hinata or Kageyama.”

“True. I just hope everything will be okay.” Kiyoko nods showing she agrees with Suga.

You open your eyes. There is an intense aura around you as you walk backward to get ready to serve. You throw the ball up and start running toward the court. You jump, swing your arm back, and hit the ball. It speeds over the net and hits the ground with a *BAM*. Everyone is frozen and silent. The only sound is coming from the bouncing of the ball. The silence is broken when you start cheering.

“Woohoo! I still got it!” All eyes land on you. Noticing their shocked faces you tilt your head in confusion. “What?” Hinata is the first to speak.

“That was amazing (Y/N)! I didn’t know you could do a jump serve!”

“O-Oh? Um sorry about that…”

“It's okay (Y/N). We were just surprised.” Daichi begins now that he's out of his shocked state.

“Yeah. We just haven’t seen you play before.” Suga clarifies.

“It’s been a while since I’ve played so I might have gotten a bit excited.” You explain embarrassingly.

 “It’s good to be excited! I get the same way! I just love volleyball so much!” Hinata exclaims. His actions cause you to giggle.

“Thanks, Hinata.” You say with a close-eyed smile. The said boy blushes and murmurs a ‘Welcome.’

While this conversation is going on three boys are just staring at you. The two first years on the opposite side of the court are probably the most shaken. They didn’t even know that you played volleyball, let alone that you were good. Yamaguchi is watching you with admiration until he looks at his friend. The shock on Tsukishima’s face turns into one of annoyance.

“So annoying.” He huffs.

“That was a really good serve, right Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asks with excitement.

“Tch. It was probably a fluke. Plus she’s our opponent don’t praise her.”

“I don’t think it was a fluke.” Daichi interjects. The boys look at their captain waiting for him to explain. Getting the hint, Daichi continues.

“Before she served she closed her eyes to concentrate, and when she jumped she moved her arm and body to hit the ball where she knew none of us could get it.” The younger two moved their gaze back over to you who was talking to Hinata. Tsukishima then noticed that someone else was watching you, Kageyama. He walks up to him and begins teasing him.

“Awe, did the King just fall in love~?” Surprised by the question, Kageyama jumps slightly.

“W-What?! O-Of course not!” He defends with a blush.

“It’s okay, every King needs a Queen.”

“I-It’s not like that!”

“Whatever you say, your Majesty.” Before Kageyama can speak, the whistle is blown. As everyone gets back into their places, and you get ready to serve again, Kageyama has a thought racing in his head. ‘How am I going to ask her to give me serving tips?’

~To Be Continued~

[shade-without-color]

I wish that I knew what I know now (Haikyuu Short fic)

A/N: So lately for this short story, I am inspired by @mheerdraws Papa Miya drawing and my own experience on moving on to a different path, to some extent Osamu Miya is my comfort character and to write his voice on doubt of choosing a different path is a good way to let this out.

Osamu came back after school, feet dragging from practice, it is not that he hated volleyball, his mind is writhed by the ever-so-hungry second year volleyball player- the mystical No. 10 that blew away the finals in the Spring High school, and this year- Inarizaki High- the crafty foxes now have that real bite from the foxes, under the leadership of Atsumu, his hungry brother to pass through the finals.

Osamu cannot help but to stare at no 10’s anger- he still remains so hungry- like he wanted to pass through that round, but they are formidable in that round.

So is Atsumu.

Osamu excused himself early from practice, as his heart slowly drift away from doing endless tosses and spikes with the ravenous monsters, and he lack that ‘hunger’ that Atsumu and the rest of his team mates held. Perhaps his fangs are slowly blunted by that reality that he never possessed that love.

“I’m…home…”

A taller man-Kashiwawake glanced at Osamu’s glum expression. “Welcome back…” He still held the same thick eyebrows as them, and at meetings in a small izakaya which he knew another friend Isohiro-ojii-san that they complimented his father, for his sons to possess his handsome looks and joked that Atsumu will soon be a lady-killer in his older years.

His son’s amateurish grey is slowly blending out with his black roots, unlike his brother who insist continuously bleaching his hair over and over again. “Dad….you are back home early….”, noticing how he slowly peel the potatoes in the sink, and how the rice cooker slowly erupt bubbles of water “I thought you have…”

“Yeah….” Kashiwawake gave a small grin. “Got myself lucky, because the boss is impressed with my reports, Samu-kun, why not you take a shower and help me make dinner….”

“Yes….”

Osamu lingered his eyes over the neatly framed pictures of their family life, when his father with baggy eyes- smiling sheepishly with their mother holding the twins proudly in his arms, a graduation picture of Atsumu in kindergarten holding his scroll and scholar’s gown, with tears welling in his eyes and himself, the opposite looking at the camera with deadpan eyes, another at summer holiday which they caught a fish in their hands, and that last picture that reached to his and Atsumu’s room, is a younger version of his father standing firmly, holding his high school diploma.

Osamu cracked a small smile.

These memories though insignificant, proves to be the foundation to the siblings. ///// After being refreshed from the shower, and changed in to his loose cotton t-shirts and shorts, Osamu slowly ran down the stairs to see Kashiwawake humming an old Japanese tune in his head. “Samu-kun, do you feel better after that shower….” He spoke in a gentle timbre which eased Osamu’s easing muscles, observing him cleaning his ears with a worn-out towel which he now draped it around his neck

“Mhmm….”

He somehow remind him of his friend- Suzaku wearing it to absorb the sweat at smoky izakayas.

Kashiwawake cracked a cheeky grin. “Samu-kun, lighten a little- can you help me get the curry packets….” Osamu nodded a little, searching over the larder for it. “You know what, Samu-kun, you are a good baby, unlike your rambunctious brother Atsu-kun who keep screaming his head off because I cannot hold him- but you cried when your mum brings your friends, which weirdly I can soothe you by bringing you to the kitchen…..”, grinning at Osamu as he managed to find that said item.

“Dad….”

A pregnant pause filled the air.

“How should I tell Atsumu that my heart no longer hunger for volleyball…” Osamu took small breaths to calm himself. “Well I stick him through and through, and yet, it is not my calling…..”, distracting himself to sneak some ice from the freezer, sucking the ice cubes back and forth in his mouth to calm his nerves. Kashiwawake gave a small laugh. “Samu-kun….”, whilst peeling off the plastic layer from the curry roux, dropping them on the cutting board which he gave a rhythmic chopping back and forth. “It is not the end, that we change paths Samu- I am proud that you tried, and yes you are more capable than Atsu…” Kashiwawake gave a whisper in his ear. “I believe that, you jumped way much higher than him….”

“However, stepping out can be a good thing….like when you tried to cook a recipe many times, and yet you still falter, remember you are begging me to make that pudding Samu-kun, maybe you are 6 years old…”

Shit my dad remembers the most embarrassing things ever, Osamu thought to himself, forcing himself to busy himself, by taking the peeled carrots and potatoes, listening to that anecdote of him trying to make that pudding to see his smile brighten, and taking a pot to put in the carrots and peeled potatoes, to parboil them.

“Paths and methods can be different, I did not force you to stick to that path of ‘volleyball’ Samu-kun, you enjoyed it while it last….maybe after you graduate… you have plans for college, you have plans for university….you may like it, you may hate it, but listen Samu-kun, in the end….” Kashiwawake quickly take out the discounted packet of meat, slowly slicing the pieces of chicken meditatively. “You will find that piece that fits you nicely, like the layer of caramel sticking to the custard…..”

Osamu quickly take over the cutting duties, when hearing the screams of Atsumu- grinning from joy from practice. “OSAMU WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST LEFT PRACTICE, NOW I HAVE….” Osamu gave a mischievous grin, noticing Atsumu walking over the step with his sports shoes on. “Welcome home Atsu-kun….please do not stomp the house without taking off your shoes…”

“Sorry dad…” Atsumu pouted as he haphazardly toss the smelly socks at the side of the floor. Osamu gave a cold stare at Atsumu. “Hey…put them at the laundry, otherwise mum would kill you, remember she screamed that you throw your smelly uniform at the bed…..”

Atsumu gave a gulp, which resulted in the laugh between father and son. “While your brother clear his dirty laundry, just as I am saying, you will be fine Samu- and I think you did the kitchen than I do…..”

Somehow Osamu smiled at him. “Anything I can do, old man….”, looking over the fridge like a treasure trove of food. Kashiwawake frowned a little. “Hmmm, do you want to make some Negi-tama, perhaps you will do a better job than Atsu-kun burning the kitchen previously when I was not well…”

“Yes dad….” Osamu’s heart somehow feel lighter at that talk. “Thanks…I need it….”

Someday, like his father’s advice- he will soon find a path that would fit him.

[sleepydrabbles]

Things I Have Been Obsessed With:

Wings

Scars

Injury

Pain

Loneliness

Description of Emotion

Manga (as a specific art form)

Anime (as a specific art form)

Bakugan

D Gray Man

Pokemon

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Horses

Japanese (the language, yes.)

Describing personal experience

Money (not in the fun get-rich-quick way, no)

Drawing

Writing Original Stories

Writing Fanfiction (yes, that’s a different art form entirely)

Photography (of small things)

Organization (konmari’d the fuck out of my room three times)

Social Connection (I’ve elaborated on this too many times to explain here)

Astrology (Babylonian, Chinese, Personality Typing, etc.)

Random Generators (using them)

The floor (my RA has a photo of me lying on the dorm floor because I still find it nice and grounding)

Religion (mostly Ancient Greek, Ancient Roman, some Ancient Egyptian. Never got around to the Catholic Saints but it was a desire)

Piano (quit because brother stole my piano book and hid it for ‘being annoying’)

Fairy Idol Kanon (it’s a real series I swear)

Happy Happy Clover (manga)

Pandora Hearts

My Hero Academia

Genshin Impact

Books (Book Hoarding, Dragon Style)

Dragons

How to Train Your Dragon

Rise of the Guardians

BTS (Bangtan Sonyeondan, Beyond the Scene, etc.)

SEVENTEEN (kpop group)

Fashion (continues to baffle me)

Stretching (Inherited super stiff, tense muscles and wanted to be able to touch my toes)

Pilates

Haikyuu

Aikatsu (anime)

Nest Building (as in bedding, comfy clothes, etc.)

Food experimentation (not anything wild. Grapes and yogurt wrapped up in a tortilla was pretty good)

the details TM (apparently. I get told frequently that I notice the little things. I do not think they are little things. I continue to miss things my mother finds obvious.)

Tragedy (why the fuck did I read so many books about people suffering and getting hurt as a teenager. I can’t stand true crime, but I did read “Reviving Ophelia” by Mary Pipher and it did some serious damage)

Music (as a listener. I was looking for a vibe that I have now found successfully many times over but still can’t describe to people, lmao)

Eragon by Christopher Paolini

Circle of Magic series by Tamora Pierce

Harry Potter (spare me. I was eleven.)

The Fire Within Series by Chris D’Lacey (just checked to make sure I didn’t hallucinate it)

Mistborne Series by Brandon Sanderson

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho (my copy is a wreck of notes and underlined parts)

Studio Ghibli Movies (My Neighbor Totoro, Spirited Away, Kiki’s Delivery Service, Howl’s Moving Castle, Ponyo, Song of the Heart)

Avatar the Last Airbender

Tourist Spots in Japan (I’ve since discovered through personal experience that the normal city streets are my favorite)

“Aesthetics”, as in the practice of throwing together a bunch of photos with similar color schemes and themes and calling it a summary of a vibe

Eve’s Music (JPOP)

Yoasobi’s Music (JPOP)

Kenshi Yonezu’s Music (JPOP)

Aimer’s Music (JPOP)

Teddy Bears and stuffed animals

Stickers

Swimming

My Little Pony

Littlest Petshop

Barbie

American Girl Doll

Vague Endings to Stories

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Found Family

LGBTQ+ Labels and Groupings

Gender Presentation

Yaoi

Throwback Lists of 2000s Dance Songs

Character Playlists (That spotify thing where you name a playlist ‘[character] vibes’ and fill it with songs you think could be their theme)

Fairies (specifically that one book of flower fairies that’s really old and cute and seasonal)

Elves

being a Good Student TM (grades looked great! Other stuff not so much)

Human Biology

Drawing Manga Style

The Concept of Art

[yomifuda]

volume one

hello! years ago at the beginning of my friendship with k., i recommend he watch chihayafuru. many years later, in august 2022 without either of us realizing it, the manga finally ended. so we decided to re/read it from the beginning. what follows is an exchange diary/fake correspondence/book club experience. each week we'll read one volume of chihayafuru and write a paragraph or two on the experience, without seeing the other person's entry. i hope you'll enjoy, and maybe even follow along!

-c.

C.

I started watching the Chihayafuru anime almost exactly ten years ago, in the winter of 2012. Lonely, stressed, and studying for law school exams, I was an easy mark for the opening childhood friends arc. I remember watching it curled up on the floor of my Chicago apartment, crying so hard I made myself sick. In retrospect, as I reread the first volume, I think it's because Chihaya's origin story with karuta, rather than being about sportsmanship or mastery over the game, is very much about building friendships. Chihaya played karuta to connect with Arata, and what draws her to keep playing is not love of the sport, necessarily, but what her soon-to-be friend teaches her about the point of living and striving in this world. What she takes for granted and what she is afraid of losing is not karuta, but the tenuous connection she realizes she has with Taichi and Arata. This is what separates Chihayafuru from other shounen stories like, say, Haikyuu, which usually center a solitary genius who makes friends in the course of excelling at a sport.

At this point you probably expect me to bring up Hikaru no Go, which is famously (1) about a game that crosses the line into sport and (2) begins with a protagonist who has to be drawn into the competitive world by a fated encounter with another young player. But in 2022 I'll say instead that volume one of Chihayafuru reminds me of the Korean webtoon No Home, by Wanan -- not just because it's about three main characters who come together in unexpected circumstances, but rather because like Chihayafuru, each character you're introduced to has their own story and motivations, and your relationship to them and their dynamics with each other continue to evolve. It would have been easy for Suetsugu Yuki to write in Taichi a popular boy character who bullies the geeky new kid whom the object of his affections wants to befriend. Instead, Taichi is complicated by his interactions with his mother and the demands of his family and given his own reluctant friendship/rivalry with Arata, themes that will (luckily!) continue throughout the series. This is a series that centers on Chihaya, of course, but whose weight is carried by many characters.

K.

At 32, I am biologically an entirely different human being from the boy I was at 12. The cells die and then they are reborn and like this we are a recycled version of ourselves, or at least that is my understanding of the science of our bodies. Mentally, of course, I am also a different person -- I have made friends and loved and lost friends and unloved and then some. This is a winded way to say that I don’t retain much from my youth, and in reading the first volume of Chihayafuru I wish I could say my memory has been jostled, but it’s more akin to a feeling of yearning for something I don’t even remember. Like when you’re going to the airport and you’re not sure if you forgot to pack something. Having watched the anime, I already know what is about to happen. I know the time skip to come, and I know that even this volume becomes a fleeting memory to them -- even in these chapters we’ve seen a whole year pass by in the span of a few panels. And, eventually, we’ll arrive at young adulthood where they finish off high school. But I am older now, and like many people, there is not much of high school that sticks with you.

I think we spend a lot of our youth accumulating things and people and then losing them, and sometimes that happens simultaneously, and then as we get older that cycle continues. But, I think, maybe the losing starts to happen a little bit more. And then a little bit more after that. And I guess this is a weird place to start at for what is meant to be a happy and cherished memory in Chihayafuru, but because it is so precious, I am left thinking more about how it is not permanent. Harada-sensei tells Chihaya to think of the cards as friends, and the poems on those cards, I think, are a form of permanence. Your relationship to the card might change as you change, but the cards themselves do not. It is reassuring to have a physical anchor that is unchanging. I am someone who keeps a jar of old trinkets, which includes things like my cufflinks from high school prom or some hair pins an ex did not take with her after we broke up. It becomes more and more difficult each year to trust my memory, but these objects help, just as reading manga helps in that they invoke a feeling that is true, even if the memory is a blur. And when I read Chihayafuru, which is both a physical object and not in the way all stories are, I am reminded of my friend C, who told me to watch it. Maybe one day she’ll also be a blur, but I think this feeling won’t change too much. Or even if it does, who would even be able to tell me that I am wrong. 

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday

Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain

Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)

Word count: 4,818

(A/N): I’ve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so I’m not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs should’ve split this into two parts, but eh.

“(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, it’s literally so fucking ugly.”

“Haha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasn’t really trying today.”

Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. “Today? You don’t try at all. You always look like trash.”

“More than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.” Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.

Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didn’t really find it funny, but you didn’t want to draw more attention towards yourself. 

“Seriously, (y/n), I really don’t know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.”

“Yeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.”

“Really not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.”

You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didn’t try looking good anymore, you couldn’t wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win. 

“Awe,” Adrien poked your cheeks, “stop looking so sad. We’re just trying to give you advice. You really need it.”

“Yeah, (y/n). You’re so sensitive, get a grip.”

“Guys look, I think she’s gonna cry!” 

You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m not. I just got allergies.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think that’d be so cool. Like, Clint’s party won’t be ready for us.”

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

“I was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I won’t be able to go with you guys, I’m sorry.”

The group groaned loudly. “C’mon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.”

“Oh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? We’re juniors.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captain’s really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.”

“No matter how much studying you do, you’re gonna fail. You’re stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.”

“Yeah (y/n),” Adrien looked at you suspiciously, “you’ve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?”

You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. “I do! I-I just have so much going on right now. It’s starting to get hard to juggle everything.”

“We’re starting to think that you don’t like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!” Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, there’ll be other years you could take them. 

“I guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. They’d just have to go without me this year.”

They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when they’d give you compliments. They didn’t do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.

You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class you’ve been struggling in lately. You didn’t know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacher’s seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that you’re siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points. 

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didn’t understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasn’t in the mood to berate you today. You didn’t need any more stress piled onto your shoulders. 

The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. “Ms. Minecraft.” Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.

Your head perked up and you looked at him. “Yes sir?”

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and that’s not saying much. You still didn’t understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed. 

“That’s wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.”

You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldn’t focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldn’t happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough. 

The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

“Technoblade. I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation I’ve gotta prepare for.”

Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once. 

You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. “Oops, sorry love.”

It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured “it’s ok.”

“Are you ready for this presentation, I know I am.”

You smiled a little. “Actually, I think I’m going to ace this. English is my best subject.”

“Yeah (y/n), I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, you’re probably going to fail this.” Adrian scoffed. 

“Thank you for asking, Adrian,” Annie shot a pointed look at you, “at least someone cares.”

The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmate’s presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.

You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmate’s part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation. 

When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didn’t want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out. 

You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didn’t hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history. 

You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didn’t care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldn’t be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test. 

You couldn’t focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldn’t comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldn’t concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didn’t study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test. 

You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe you’d calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them. 

You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didn’t have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain. 

By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonight’s match. 

The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump. 

You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down. 

Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. “I’m sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You should’ve seen your face.”

She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did. 

Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. “(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?” Wilbur asked worriedly. 

“Yea-”

“Oh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I don’t think she closed the door before she leaned on it.” Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.

Techno hastily made his way to the driver’s side door. “Well, if she’s hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?”

“Yes! We better get going, please excuse us.” He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annie’s desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them. 

Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly. 

After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “You ok (y/n)?”

“Yeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.”

“Well, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesn’t have to know,” Wilbur asked you.

You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. “Sorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I can’t have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.”

Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. “Did you actually fall out of the car?”

Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

Techno snorted. “Well, that was stupid,” he jokingly said. “Next time you’re gonna get run over by a parked car.”

You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldn’t have let your guard down if you weren’t at home. 

You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarm’s setting to its loudest volume and passed out. 

You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot. 

He turned to look at you with an excited smile. “You ready for your match tonight? You’re gonna kill it!” 

You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. You’d bounce back eventually. 

“Wilbur told me that you fell out of the car? How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. “Dunno, must’ve not closed the door.”

Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.”

“My back and the back of my head.”

“Can I move your shirt so I could look?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? “Good god (y/n),” he breathed out.

“What, is it bad?”

“Don’t you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think there’s some blood too.”

“Damn.”

“First, language. Second, that’s all you have to say? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.”

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

“(Y/n),” oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. “It’s not a good idea to play tonight. You’re hurt, I’m sure they’ll understand if you sit this one out.”

You felt frustration rise up in you. “We’re in the semifinals. They need me, I’m the main setter. They’d lose without me playing.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious. You’re not playing today.”

“Dad, I am playing today. Look, I’ll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know she’d let me.”

He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. “...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear I’ll drag you off the court myself.”

You smiled a little at the small victory. “Thank you! I promise I’ll sit out if needed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “If needed?”

You sighed, “when needed.”

He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. “That’s better. Dinner’s almost ready, I made some pasta.”

“It smells good, but I think I’m skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more I’ll probably hurl on the court.”

He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, “fine, but you’re eating something when we get home tonight.”

He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. “Careful boys, don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

“Sure, sorry bout that,” Tubbo beamed at you.

You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldn’t wear longer ones, they’d just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.

When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp. 

You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dad’s keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philza’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/n), coat.”

You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. “(Y/n), you’re gonna kick their butts!”

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered 

Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your team’s personal cheerleaders. 

Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gym’s floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations. 

The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the team’s main spiker after all. 

The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldn’t move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better. 

The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on it’s last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the referee’s whistle, signifying the end of the game and your team’s victory.

You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you must’ve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you. 

“(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.” Haley’s soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest. 

“Yeah Hales, I’m fine. I just pulled a few muscles.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, “are you sure? As your team captain and your friend, I’m worried about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. “I’m sure, worrywart.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. “Sorry for asking, grump.” Her laugh sounded like music to your ears. 

Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, “sorry Hales, I gotta go. Dad’s getting impatient.” 

She gave you a small smile. “Oh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldn’t ask for a different setter.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient. 

You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dad’s car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. “(Y/n),” Tommy’s tired voice slurred. “That. Was. Pog…”

You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that must’ve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back. 

“(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.”

You hummed tiredly, “thanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. We’re going to finals!” You quietly sang. 

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“I actually don’t know, but I think I might’ve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.”

“...I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.”

You sighed, too tired to argue, “mmk.”

He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway. 

You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.

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Heyy🦙 I'm writing fanfiction for Hinata (form Haikyuu) and I'm gonna post it once I'm done but that's besides the point..

actually request: Any of the MHA/BNHA boys catch you writing/reading/drawing fanfiction/fan art

the characters are your pick

um- I never tell you this but dont stress yourself either🥰😚

BNHA GUYS CATCHING YOU WITH FANFICTION/FANART

w/ Bakugou, Iida, Kirishima, Denki, Shoto

warnings: suggestive themes

a/n: i'm having trouble falling asleep these days and it's taking a toll on my daily activities but i'm sure i'll manage, thank you :")

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

catches you reading fanfiction

blond bb knows you love to read, as a matter of fact, he's aware you read more than you spend time with him. and he's alright with that cause he'd rather chill with you in silence than listen to you talk his ear out lol

just because he doesn't mind you with your hobby doesn't mean he isn't curious about it

what kind of books are you reading that have your eyes glued to your screen the whole day every day?

he never does this and really doesn't want to do it but curiosity killed the cat. as you bake cookies with Mina downstairs, you left your phone in your room to charge

Katsuki takes this as his chance to snoop. He won't go to any other app, he'll head straight to your reading apps and sites.

Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader?

Haikyuu x Reader?

Naruto x Reader?

and what the fuck is 'lemon' and 'smut'?

he puts your phone back, discreetly leaving your room to do some research in his room

ah, so you've been reading 2k-10k worth of words of fanfiction about Jujustu Kaisen, Haikyuu and Naruto characters pleasing you...

he shall now delete his search history and pretend he never found out about this part of you

TENYA IIDA

catches you drawing fanart

everyone in 1A knows you draw and that you're amazing at it

Class press never forgets/fails to compliment your drawings, even if you the pieces are half down

but that's the thing. you always let him see and sometimes you even let him watch as you draw, so why are you hiding this particular piece from him?

he guesses it's a surprise for him- but hold on, he doesn't have tattoos or pink hair. so who is it?

while you're in the bathroom, he sneakily takes a peak at your work and thinks he should regret it but honestly, the art is so good he can't even find it anything remotely negative

it's a fanart of who he remembers is Sukuna, the kind of curses from the TV show Jujutsu Kaisen. he's on a throne with a mountain of skulls underneath it, a corner of his lips tugged up into a smile as a woman's head rests in between his thighs

he probably should regret ever taking a peek but the details, holy shit. the shading, the hand- everything just sends shivers down his spine

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

catches you writing fan fiction

red boi always loves listening to you type as you study or do your homework, he uses it as a sleeping aid. as you work diligently on your desk, he lays on your bed, slowly drifting to sleep land

today, however, your typing sounds different. it's much faster, more rushed and he can't help his curiosity from growing at how you're biting on your lip, smiling as you typed

from what he knows, you absolutely hate typing essays so why do you look so excited right now?

he lets it slide, sleeping to the sound of your rushed typing.

the next day, you ask Eijiro to bring your laptop with him cause you're about to watch a movie with the whole class and the files are in your comouter

it's not even his fault, your laptop was left open and on and when he moved to turn it off, he catches a glimpse of "Tsukishima runs a hand down your thigh, his hot breath rising goosebumps all over your body." and suddenly he's reading the whole chapter

you barge in your room, yelling and asking what took him so long only to catch him glued to your computer screen, mouth left ajar.

you quickly snatch the PC from him, earning a whine. "Give it back! I need to know if Tsukki likes me back!" He pouts.

"This isn't for you to read, Eij! Leave it alone!"

"Oh sure, so your ten thousand followers in tumblr can read it but I, your boyfriend, can't. Okay, yeah. I see just how Eijirophobic you are."

he's pouting the whole day until you finally give in and let him read your drafts. allowing him to correct your grammar and spelling errors along the way

SHOTO TODOROKI

catches you reading fan fiction

this man is utterly confused why you're suddenly reading so much and how your vocabulary is slowly expanding but he's happy for you

as the both of you are in his room, silent as the both of you read your own books, Shoto can't help but get curious

so as you fall asleep with your phone still turned on, he takes his chance to get a peek

he also wants to read the books you're reading, he wants to learn more and improve himself. if your english grades had risen up from reading what you read, surely he'll also learn from how "Toji places your leg on his shoulder as he continues to pound in"-

as a matter of fact maybe he is okay with what he knows now. sometimes ignorance is bliss after all

DENKI KAMINARI

catches you watching fanart

you've forgotten about the wall of mirrors behind you and you're scrolling down your current favorite artist's twitter page, flood liking their posts

mind you their fanarts are 18+ so you thought it'd be best to face your boyfriend so he won't be able to see what you're looking at.

no, yeah you're a complete idiot.

Denki presses his lips together, trying to contain his laughter as he videotapes your reflection. you're zooming into the intricate details of a Gojo fanart with his blue polo shirt completely unbuttoned and sweat glistens over his sculpted abs

"Babe what are you doing?" Denki asks, now zooming into your face after showing to the camera what you're zooming in to

"There's a mirror behind me, is there?" You ask, now feeling like a complete idiot as your boyfriend laughs, absolutely no sound coming out of his mouth as his mouth stretches widely

You face your phone screen at him, showing the fanart. "I'd cheat on you with Gojo."

Denki continues laughing, now out of breath. "And of course I'd be pissed cause why the hell did Gojo pick you and not me?"

[lostinthewiind]

Not So Big and Scary After All

Ushijima Wakatoshi - Haikyuu

Synopsis: college parties with your volleyball friends were always wild, but when the alcohol starts flowing and someone pulls out a pair of sex dice, things go from wild to hectic—and to make matters worse, you end up getting paired with a man who has a death glare that you're almost positive could actually kill

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: sex dice, erotic foreplay-type actions, slight handjob, female!reader, female anatomy, male anatomy, m/m, m/f, alcohol, drunk shenanigans, exhibitionism-ish, aged-up characters

Read part 2 here →Not So Big and Scary After All Part 2

You weren't sure what time it was, exactly, but it was late and almost everyone at the party was somewhere on the scale of tipsy to plastered drunk.

If asked, nobody would be able to pinpoint who it was that had actually brought out the sex dice and suggested some 'adult fun', but with the inebriated states of you all and the usual habit of getting a little too comfortable with each other at parties, it wasn't surprising that there was a circle of people ready to participate minutes after the game had been mentioned.

"Okay, so how is this going to actually work?" Kuroo questioned. "Since there's like a group of us and sex dice are meant for couples."

A few heads swivelled as people looked to one another for an answer.

"We could make it like a competition," Hinata suggested. "Split off into couples and whichever couple is last to forfeit wins."

Everyone nodded, agreeing that Hinata's plan seemed to make the most sense. Plus, with these competitive men, making it so there was a winner and losers would guarantee a heightened sense of urgency to be the victor, thus creating more chaotic fun in the long run.

Looking around at the gathered group, you chuckled. "As long as everyone is okay with the possibility of pairing up with someone of the same sex because there is not an even number of men and women here."

Of course, that didn't faze anyone in the slightest. In fact, some of the guys had even started planning with their closest friend about how they would win as if this game could be won with some sort of strategy.

"Speaking of even numbers, there are only fifteen of us. We need one more person," Tendou pointed out before looking over his shoulder and spotting the perfect target. "Ushi, come join us!"

Ushijima, who had been sitting on the couch with his phone in one hand and a drink in the other, glanced up at his friend quizzically. "Join for what?"

Picking up the dice, Tendou shook them teasingly in his hands and grinned wide. "Some good ol' inappropriate touching."

"No, thank you."

"Why did you word it like that?!" Tanaka grimaced. "Now he definitely won't want to play."

While the rest of the group worked together to try and convince Ushijima to join the game, you watched him from afar, half hoping he would hold out and continue to refuse purely based on the fact that you didn't want to have to face the possibility of being partnered up with him.

Out of everyone in attendance, Ushijima was the only person who you were sure you had never spoken a word to before. You had only met him once or twice while in high school and still, years later, he was just as scary and intimidating as you had thought he was back then. With dark eyes and a face that was set into a permanent scowl, you were unsure if the man even knew what fun was—leaving you wondering why he even showed up to parties at all in the first place.

You were pulled from your inner thoughts when Ushijima sighed heavily, pushed off of the couch, and came to find a spot in the circle to sit. Apparently, he had finally caved.

"Great!" Tendou clapped his friend on the back happily before grabbing an empty red solo cup, a sheet of paper, and a pen. He then scribbled everyone's name down on a shred of paper, folded them up, and mixed them up inside of the cup. "Okay, pass the cup around and draw a name," he instructed. "If you pull your own name, draw again, obviously."

As the cup made its way around to you, you drew in a deep breath and stuck your hand in. When you pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it, you felt your gut twist nervously.

"Ushijima," you announced, trying your best not to sound too disappointed as you flashed a quick smile at the large man sitting across from you.

If there was a great being above, they were not on your side tonight.

Once the eight teams had been decided and everyone had moved to sit beside their partners, you began to dread the start of this game. Maybe, if you were lucky, Ushijima would refuse right off of the bat and you two could take your loss and not have to interact with each other at all.

The teams were you and Ushijima, Kuroo and Bokuto (who seemed a little too excited to been paired up), Tendou and one of the many college girls Oikawa had invited, Hinata and Oikawa, Tanaka and another college girl (because Kiyoko absolutely refused to play), Yamaguchi and Yachi, Nishinoya and Amanai, and Daichi and Michimiya.

"Okay, who's first?" Hinata was practically vibrating with excitement—starkly contrasted by Kageyama who was vibrating with rage behind him, sitting on the couch and staring daggers into the back of Oikawa's head.

Kageyama hadn't wanted to play, but this outcome suddenly seemed much worse.

"Us!" Bokuto lunged forward for the dice, two of three which were currently in use since the third die was for actual sex positions and despite how drunk everyone was, no one was that drunk.

"Little too eager there, Bud," Oikawa joked, earning a few nervous laughs. Now that the game was actually starting, the reality of the situation had begun to sober a few people up a little.

"You're just upset because you're gonna lose." Bokuto smirked before rolling the dice for everyone to see. The results were 'lick' and 'lips', all in all, a pretty tame first round. "Child's play," Bokuto scoffed before grabbing Kuroo's head harshly, catching him off guard, and running his tongue along his friend's bottom lip.

"Jesus!" Kuroo pushed Bokuto off of him. "You don't have to be so rough about it. If this is how you treat women, no wonder you're single."

The rest of the group broke out into laughter at the bickering. Slowly, as each team took their turn, you started to feel less self-conscious about when it would eventually be your turn.

Right before your turn was Hinata and Oikawa. Grabbing the dice, Hinata tossed them into the middle of the circle. "Bite, navel." Oikawa read out loud before turning to Hinata. "Do you want to be bitten or do you want to do the biting?"

Without a second of hesitation, Hinata pushed Oikawa onto his back before pushing his shirt up. Then, slowly and oddly seductively, he leaned over the larger man and bit the skin adjacent to his belly button, just hard enough to leave marks.

"Woohoo!" Yamaguchi and Yachi cheered, everyone else joining in soon after.

Seemingly egged on by the enthusiasm, Hinata decided to put on a little show—maybe to make Kageyama jealous, maybe not—and as he began to pull away, he ran his tongue over the marks he had just left.

Oikawa shuddered slightly before grabbing Hinata by his orange locks and pulling him away. "Down boy." He smiled. "Save some for the other rounds."

Once the excitement had died down, all eyes turned to you and Ushijima, waiting for one of you to take the initiative and start your turn.

"Okay, let's hope the dice are nice to us," you giggled slightly, trying to diffuse the tension as you took the dice from the middle of the circle and tossed them.

'Suck' and 'thigh'. You closed your eyes briefly and tried not to turn bright red.

Tendou let out a low wolf whistle and a few of the others let out shouts of encouragement as well.

Swallowing hard, you turned to look at Ushijima, who, surprisingly enough, looked completely unfazed. You stared into his dark eyes, waiting for him to draw the line and quit, giving you a perfectly good reason to drop out of the game.

However, the tall, quiet man still had a few surprises up his sleeve.

Adjusting his body so he was facing you, he set down his drink before meeting your gaze and giving a subtle nod.

Unsure how to respond, you nodded back, unsure what it was you were silently agreeing to.

Then, still without uttering a single word, Ushijima grabbed your leg and gently lifted it, placing your ankle on his shoulder. Since he was so much larger than you were, the position forced you into leaning back in order to tolerate the intense stretch of your leg.

The room went dead silent, all eyes glued to the two of you as Ushijima leaned in toward your leg. Unable to tear your gaze away from him, you felt hypnotized by the sight of his mouth inching closer to your inner thigh—the dice said nothing about which part of the thigh, but this man had just decided that the top wasn't good enough for him, apparently.

When you felt his warm breath on your skin, you felt a shiver run up your spine and you dug your fingertips into the floor, praying that no one could tell just how on-edge you were.

With his eyes never leaving yours, he parted his lips—lips that you were just now realizing looked deliciously soft and plump—and placed his mouth onto the skin just below your shorts. When you felt him flick the tip of his tongue against you, you inhaled sharply, and when he softly sucked your skin into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing against the sensitive flesh, your head fell back ever-so-slightly.

"Is it just me or is this really hot?" Nishinoya airily whispered, earning a few slack-jawed nods in response.

When Ushijima finally released your thigh from his mouth, you saw the red, saliva-covered mark he had created. Using the pad of his thumb, he wiped away the spit he had left there before lifting his head to be even with yours.

He watched your trembling bottom lip and noted the slight flush to your cheeks. "I don't lose," were the first words he had spoken to you in your entire life, his voice low and sending a spark of thrill through your body.

Then, as if nothing had happened at all, he lifted your leg off of his shoulder and turned to the next team with an expecting glare.

"Well then," you breathed out, trying your best to seem as calm and collected as your partner. "Beat that, suckers."

"Gladly." Michimiya reached for the dice next, directing the attention to her and Daichi and giving you a minute to collect yourself. However, when the dice came up 'bite' and 'ass', both partners politely bowed out and thus, were the first team to be eliminated.

"Pathetic!" Sugawara called from where he had been watching, shaming Daichi thoroughly before the next team took their turn.

As the dice made their way around the circle again—Tanaka and his partner being the second pair eliminated when he refused to lick her breast with Kiyoko watching—it was your turn again before you knew it.

"This should be good!" Oikawa grinned, wrapped his arm around Hinata's shoulders after just spanking his ass. At that point, Kageyama was silently fuming behind the two, probably two seconds away from kicking Oikawa in the back of the head.

This time, Ushijima decided to roll the dice. "Bite, lips," he read, shrugging nonchalantly as he looked to you. "Easy."

You nodded in agreement even though you had no idea how he was staying so relaxed during all of this. Taking a swig of your drink for some liquid courage, you shuffled closer to Ushijima on your knees, placed your hands on either side of his head, and leaned in.

With the way he was watching you so intensly, you almost sucumbed to the moment and straight-up kissed him. At the last second, though, you remembered the task at hand and carefully took his bottom lip between your teeth.

"Harder," you heard him mutter.

Your eyes widened as you stared directly into his dark pools for eyes, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Bite me harder," he spoke directly into your mouth, for only you to hear.

A surge of arousal flooded your body as you obliged his request and bit down harder on his lip. What you weren't ready for, however, was for him to let out a barely audible groan and let his eyes flutter closed for a fraction of a second.

Clenching your thighs together insticitevly, you immediately released his lip and backed away. Undeniably turned on, you tried to hide your tell-tale expression by immediately taking a large gulp of your drink, hoping the cup covered your face long enough for you to compose yourself once again.

This game was quickly becoming much more than you had bargained for.

The game continued on after that, Kuroo ending up sinking his teeth into Bokuto's ass, the duo determined to come out on top, and Oikawa and Hinata being eliminated when Kageyama full-on threw Hinata over his shoulder and stormed out of the room right when Oikawa was about to kiss him on the lips.

"Awh, you're such a wet blanket, King!" Oikawa called after the two, using the raven-haired setter's least favourite nickname to taunt him in the process. "Well, boo, I guess I'm out . . . at least it was fun while it lasted."

Somehow, the game lasted much longer than anyone had originally expected. Everyone nearly lost it when Yamaguchi licked the top of Yachi's breast and from there, things just kept getting more and more chaotic. Tendou narrowly avoided a beating after getting a little too handsy with his partner, who, unbeknownst to everyone else, actually had a boyfriend who had just so happened to walk into the room right as he was licking her neck.

With only four teams remaining, the circle got smaller while those who had gotten eliminated stuck around to watch the rest of the game and heckle when and where they felt necessary.

"You can bite harder than that!" Tanaka encouraged Amanai as she bit down on the crook of Nishinoya's neck.

"No!" Nishinoya shouted. "That's hard enough."

Ushijima cracked the faintest smirk at that as he took a sip of his drink. Shaking his head slightly, it was almost like he was disappointed in the smaller guy for not wanting to be bit harder—but with what he had said to you earlier, you were inclined to believe he was.

Somehow, this was not how you imagined your evening going—finding out that a man you had never spoken to before this day was into some pain with his pleasure. But, then again, you supposed it could have been a lot worse.

When it was your turn again, Ushijima ended up having to kiss your naval, which he, of course, did without a second thought. He simply leaned over, pulled up your shirt just enough to expose your belly button, and pressed a simple kiss to your stomach.

Having ingested more alcohol than you probably should have by that point, you chuckled lightly when he kissed you and it tickled. "Good boy." You patted his head affectionately and low and behold, he actually smiled at you as he straightened back up again.

As night turned to early morning, people were growing restless, just wanting the game to be over. Yachi ended up falling asleep, eliminating her and Yamaguchi, and Nishinoya and Amanai bowed out of their own accord so the damn game could end already.

You were starting to think along the same lines due to the fact that you were starting to get a little tired, but Ushijima had other plans—especially when Kuroo and Bokuto kept telling him that they were going to win.

"Oh, faceoff!" Nishinoya announced, gaining his second wind. "Winner takes all."

"Well, we have to make this interesting then," Tendou said. "No more dice. I say . . . viewer's choice!"

Despite the protests from you, Ushijima, Kuroo, and Bokuto—the four of you knowing that leaving your fates in the hands of these drunk idiots would be a major disaster—you were outvoted and before you knew it, the group of spectators were deciding among themselves the first dare for Kuroo and Bokuto.

"Okay," Tanaka clapped his hands together. "Bokuto, suck Kuroo's neck."

"I . . . was expecting you to be much meaner than that," Bokuto admitted as he scooted closer to Kuroo.

Placing a hand on Bokuto's shoulder, Kuroo tilted his head to the side, making plenty of room for his friend and his spiky hair. Wasting no time, Bokuto planted his lips harshly on Kuroo's neck and began to suck like a vampire—like his life depended on it. Kuroo actually let out a subtle moan and moved his hand from Bokuto's shoulder to wrap his arm around his neck, pulling him in closer.

"Goddamn, you don't get extra points for putting on a show!" You pushed them, toppling the duo and putting an end to their erotic performance.

"You just wish you had the pure, raw chemistry that we had." Kuroo nuzzled Bokuto's cheek, making a display of the whole thing.

"Are you guys sure you're just friends?" Oikawa cocked a brow.

Kuroo and Bokuto just ignored him as the viewers began deciding your dare—which, at that point, was probably closer to a punishment.

"We have decided," Yamaguchi grinned wide. "Y/N, please lick Ushijima's nipple."

Your jaw dropped. "Nipple isn't even on the dice," you retorted.

"To hell with the dice," Tendou reminded you. "It's viewer's choice. Be happy we stuck with something so PG. If it were up to me, it'd be a lot worse."

"There is something wrong with you," Ushijima told his friend, but despite what he was saying with his mouth, he was lifting his shirt over his head at the same time and doing something completely different with his actions.

As soon as you caught sight of Ushijima's toned abs and swelling muscles, you swore that if you were a dog, you'd be drooling. "Well, anything to win, right?" You tried to play off your eagerness as the same thirst for victory as the guys.

As you brought your head down to chest level with Ushijima, he planted his large hand onto the back of your head and guided you toward his pink, perked nipple, staring down Kuroo and Bokuto the whole time.

"I don't lose," he told them the same thing he had told you.

Sticking the tip of your tongue out of your mouth, you breathed in through your nose before flicking the tip over the bud of his nipple, trying to copy the same action that he had used on your thigh. The last thing you had been expecting from a man as big and intimidating as Ushijima was for him to be so sensitive, but as soon as your tongue made contact with his skin, he drew in a shuddering breath and his grip on your head tightened.

The reaction he gave you had you practically shaking from adrenaline and arousal, and without being able to help yourself, you licked his nipple again—but this time you didn't just use the tip, instead circling the sensitive bud with the entirety of your warm, wet tongue.

"Fuck," he gasped, looking down at you and tugging your hair so you looked up at him too. "Good girl," he growled, mimicking the praise you had given him earlier.

At that moment, you had completely forgotten about the audience surrounding the two of you. All you wanted to do was kiss him hard and rip his clothes off, but before you could, someone clearing their throat pulled you out of your daze.

"Holy shit . . . if we don't end this thing soon I'm going to explode." Tendou shifted uncomfortably, trying his best to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

"I can't tell if I'm too drunk for this or not drunk enough." Daichi sunk into the couch cushions and sighed.

"So, how the hell do we settle this thing?" Bokuto asked.

Tanaka huffed, rubbing his temples with his fingers. "Can't we just call it a tie?"

You were about to agree to that suggestion, but before you could, Ushijima, Kuroo, and Bokuto were quick to voice their displeasure with that solutution.

"I sunk my teeth into his ass and you're telling me all I get out of it is a tie?" Kuroo jabbed an accusing finger in Bokuto's direction. "No fucking way."

"Well, we can't take it much further without actually entering oral sex and intercourse territory," Oikawa said. "And I don't think any of us wants to wake up to remember that shit tomorrow morning."

While the men argued among themselves, you quicky found yourself growing irritated. Rolling your eyes, you cleared your throat harshly before taking drastic measures. Without warning, you placed your hand on Ushijima's pants, directly over his dick. You felt for the bulge and gripped lightly, essentially palming him over his clothes.

Ushijima, completely taken by surprise, threw his head back at the sudden contact and cursed under his breath. Meanwhile, everyone was staring at you with wide eyes as you glared at Kuroo and Bokuto, silently daring one of them to take it as far as you had.

"What is happening right now?" Daichi asked rhetorically, completely shocked by what he was witnessing.

"I have no idea, but I'm so turned on right now." Tendou shifted again.

Kuroo and Bokuto looked to one another, a miriad of conversations taking place between their glances without a single word leaving their mouths. While they silently debated between themselves whether they were willing to keep playing, you decided to step it up once again and put an end to the game once and for all.

"No?" you questioned, removing your hand from the top of Ushijima's crotch before slipping it underneath his waistband and underwear, fully gripping his quickly hardening erection with your small hand. "What about now?"

In a matter of seconds, the scary, intimidating man before you had been reduced to a puddle of moans and gutteral groans. Ushijima was losing his mind in front of everyone, but yet, he was the last thing anyone cared about. Everyone was watching your icy glare and waiting to see if Kuroo and Bokuto would continue to compete.

Eventually, the male duo shook their heads, defeated. As much as they fooled around with each other sometimes, they weren't willing to go that far with so many people watching.

"That's what I thought." You ran your finger over the tip of Ushijima's cock, spreading some of his pre-cum around the head and eliciting what could be described as a whimper from his trembling lips. "We don't lose," you copied your partners words.

Once you and Ushijima had been declared the winners, you promplty removed your hand from his pants. Drawing in a deep inhale, as if he had been holding his breath the entire time you had been touching him, Ushijima collapsed onto his back in the middle of the floor.

You chuckled to yourself, unable to believe that you had once thought he was scary and unapproachable.

As the gathered group began to disperse, you leaned over your partner and watched as he inhaled and exhaled rhythmically and blinked rapidly, thoroughly aghast by what had just taken place.

"You doing okay?" you checked on him and handed him his shirt.

Swallowing hard, he nodded. "Yeah, just . . . you know . . ."

"Well, it was really good to officially meet you, by the way." You stuck your hand out to shake his.

He let out a dry laugh before reciprocating the gesture. "Yeah . . . good to meet you too."

"I'm gonna grab a drink," you told him before your eyes trailed down to the erection he was sporting, the bulge painfully obvious through his pants. "If you want some help with your problem, come find me."

He just blinked up at you, wide-eyed, before nodding slowly.

With that, you turned on your heel and walked off, thoroughly pleased that you had not only won the game, but maybe made a new friend along the way.

[pearlsephoni]

Kagehina Celebration Week 2022, Day 5: Promises | Hurt/Comfort

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: M

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama

Word Count: 2,769

Summary: What was supposed to be a relaxing night at a local bar turns sour as ugly insecurities become forces to be reckoned with.

A/N: Author’s notes can be read on AO3.

Tobio knew, objectively, that his boyfriend was hot. With his sunburst hair, kind eyes, bright smile, and that body, god, that body, it seemed impossible for someone to not fall just a little in love with Hinata.

Tobio also knew, objectively, that Hinata loved him, and only him. They were devoted to each other in a way that was only ever challenged by their love for volleyball, and absolutely nobody could come between them. Hinata especially wouldn’t stand for it — he was the most loyal person Tobio had ever met, another reason for him to love him so fiercely.

And yet.

He was kicking himself for not offering to get them more drinks. Hinata had beat him to it, and now he was sitting alone, in their booth, fiddling with his empty beer glass as he watched his vibrant boyfriend wait by the bar and— there it was.

Hinata had accidentally jostled someone as he wove his way to the bar, and he flashed an apologetic smile as he caught them — her, Tobio realized with some dismay — by the shoulders and steadied her. Tobio couldn’t hear what he said, and he couldn’t even see the woman’s face, but he could see Hinata laugh at her response before he got the bartender’s attention.

Tobio wasn’t surprised, nor was he worried — this always happened to Hinata. With how open and friendly he could be to strangers, Tobio couldn’t really blame them for being drawn in and interested in more. Lord knows he wasn’t immune to it, even after all these years. But it did still feel kind of…shitty, watching his boyfriend get chatted up while he sat alone in a booth without even a beer to sip at.

It would’ve been fine if that had been it, if Hinata had just ordered the beers and continued a friendly conversation. But instead, when Hinata turned back to the woman, his smile faltered, and his eyes shot down to where she was running one long, immaculately-manicured nail along his bare forearm. He pulled away with another apologetic smile, this time much more subdued, as he shook his head, and thankfully, that was when the bartender returned with the beers and gave Hinata an excuse to slide away.

Tobio couldn’t go and shoo the lady off, because then they would lose the booth and Hinata would get all upset about that, especially when “I had it handled, Tobi! And now we don’t have a booth!”

So he just…sat there and watched as Hinata hurried over to their table with a bright smile, looking like he hadn’t spent the last few minutes turning someone down. “Here we go!” he chirped, setting the beers down as carefully as he could while a little buzzed. “Do you want me to order us any food?”

Tobio mutely shook his head, not reaching for his new glass. A worried frown flickered over Hinata’s face, only to be replaced by surprise when Tobio took hold of his wrist and tugged him into his side of the booth. “Woah, hey!” he laughed, catching himself before he crashed into Tobio’s side. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Tobio mumbled, tucking Hinata close with an arm around his shoulders and resting his forehead in that bright hair.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing.” A gentle hand fell on Tobio’s thigh and a thumb started drawing soothing circles, but for some reason, that just made Tobio feel worse. Why? For what? Because he saw Hinata get flirted with? Why did that matter, when he hadn’t flirted back? Why did that matter, when he knew, he knew Hinata would never break his trust like that?

Was it insecurity? Did he just not like the thought of other people lusting after his boyfriend? Was he worried he wouldn’t compare to some of the people who approached Hinata?

But that was stupid, too. Weird fans and strangers crushing on them was just part of being professional athletes. And even if there hadn’t been a weird amount of articles calling Tobio a “sexy setter” (how were they still not tired of that?), the desperation of Hinata’s kisses every night that they got to spend together always told him that he was still more than “sexy” enough for his boyfriend.

So why? Why did he still feel a little shitty? Why were his stupid heart and his stupid brain making him feel so stupid?

“Tobi?”

The murmur of his name brought Tobio out of his head, and he realized, with horror, that his eyes were stinging with the threat of tears. “It’s nothing,” he repeated, this time around a tightened throat. “M’just…tired, I guess.”

The ginger mop slid out from under Tobio’s forehead, forcing him to lift his head and meet Hinata’s gaze. Those warm eyes stared hard at him, as though Hinata was looking for something, before he asked, “Do you want to finish the beers, or should we go home?”

No affirmative, no “okay” or “alright.” Just a question. That’s how Tobio knew he’d been caught.

He also knew, like Hinata did, that an Irish bar was not the place for the conversation they needed to have. So he just shook his head, and said, “Let’s finish the beers. No need to waste them.”

“It’s not a waste if you’d rather go home.”

He reached out and gently pinched a cheek, a small smile curving his mouth despite himself. “Drink your beer, dumbass. We don’t waste.”

He was rewarded with a wrinkled nose and stuck-out tongue, and for a moment, he thought things were fine. But as they sipped at their beers, he noticed that Hinata was much more subdued than usual, no doubt still trying to puzzle out what had made him upset earlier. “Sho,” he murmured when Hinata had spent a full minute frowning into his beer, “stop thinking so hard. It’s seriously nothing to worry about.”

“Yes it is,” Hinata grumbled, “I don’t get it, did I do something?”

Tobio sighed, exasperation and fondness prickling through him. “No, you didn’t do anything. I would’ve told you if you did.”

Hinata nodded, his frown replaced by relief for a breath before it returned. “Then…”

“We can talk about it at home, if it’s really bothering you that much.”

Tobio thought he’d be able to catch a break for a few minutes after Hinata nodded again. But then that stupid tangerine grabbed his glass and chugged the beer like it was a bottle of water after a full five-set match. “What the hell?”

“Done!” Hinata grinned at him, unaware of the foam mustache sitting on his lip. “What about you?”

“You are…the dumbest person I’ve ever met.” He swiped the foam off Hinata’s lip and licked it from his thumb, biting back a smile at the flush that colored his cheeks.

“Yeah, I’ve heard. Are you done? With your beer?”

Tobio couldn’t stop a soft, bewildered laugh from bubbling out. He was just so stubborn and bullheaded. Tobio loved him so much. “Yeah,” he finally sighed, pushing away his half-full glass, “let’s go.”

Hinata’s smile was so sweet, so relieved, that Tobio almost forgot to dread the conversation that awaited them.

But then they left the bar, and the dread returned and worsened with every step towards his apartment. When they’d decided to come to this bar, it was mostly because it was so close to his place. Now he wished it was further away, if only so he could stall a little longer before revealing how irrational he’d been.

As soon as they stepped into his genkan, Hinata was toeing off his shoes and hanging up his jacket in what felt like record time.

“Wow, are you that excited to interrogate me?” Tobio scoffed, taking his time to untie his shoes and find a hanger for his jacket.

“I’m not interro— intro— I’m not a cop, Tobi, don’t be dramatic.”

“Oh, I’m dramatic?!”

Hinata had the grace to look a little abashed, but it didn’t last long. “Can you just…tell me what was wrong?”

“Christ, Sho, it’s not…it really isn’t a big deal,” Tobio said, a single pleading note underlining his words. “I’m fine now.”

A scowl creased Hinata’s face, an expression that looked so foreign on his bright features that Tobio was surprised into silence. “I saw your face when I came back to the booth. I heard your breath shaking when you pulled me next to you. Something was wrong, and I don’t know why you won’t just tell me!”

“Because it’s stupid! I was just…it was stupid, and it doesn’t matter!”

“Yes, it does!” Somehow, without either of them realizing, their voices were growing louder and louder as they argued. “You said I didn’t do anything, but you were fine when we got to the bar, which means something happened there, but we were in the booth all night, except—” Tobio could see the realization dawn on Hinata, and his heart sank as those eyes widened. “The lady at the bar. You saw her flirt with me.”

“Yeah,” Tobio huffed, “congrats, you got it. A two-minute interaction bothered me, there you go. Can we drop it now?”

He tried to move past Hinata, only to be stopped by him stepping back in his way. “What? No! We haven’t even talked about it!”

“Sho, please—”

“Why did it upset you?”

“It doesn’t matter—”

“You never run away like this, I don’t—”

“What do you want me to say?” Tobio burst out. “What, you want me to say that yeah, even though we’re together and I trust you, it still fucking sucks to see other people flirt with you? That it's frustrating and even hurts a little, even though I know, I know it’s not your fault? Is that what you want me to say?”

“Yes!” Hinata cried. “Yes, you idiot, yes I want you to say that! If that’s how you feel, then tell me!”

“Why? It’s not going to change anything.”

“Oh my god.” Hinata pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes as he stalked away from Tobio, making him feel strangely like a child arguing with a teacher as he trailed after him down the hallway. “Oh my god, are you trying to be stupid?”

“Of course I’m fucking not!”

“Well, you’re doing a great job acting like it!” Hinata snapped, whirling back around with a glare. Tobio felt something in his gut twist at the tears shining from those brown eyes. “It’s not going to change anything? Are you kidding?”

“This shit isn’t like forgetting chores or needing space from each other! We can’t just fix this problem between the two of us and make it go away! It’s going to keep happening, people are going to keep flirting with you, and it’ll keep making me feel like shit, even when I know it shouldn’t.” His shoulders fell from around his ears — he hadn’t even noticed how tense they’d been — as he felt something dangerously close to defeat begin to weigh on them. “The only way it’ll ever actually stop is if you…stop being yourself. Your perfect, magnetic self. And I would never, never ask you to do that.”

He didn’t know what expression he expected to see on Hinata’s face in response to him, but it wasn’t anger, and it certainly wasn’t tears falling to his cheeks. “Fuck off, Tobio,” Hinata bit out. “You don’t get to get out of this by putting me on some pedestal. I’m not asking you to control other people, I’m asking you to talk to me.”

Shit, fuck, this was exactly why Tobio hadn’t wanted to say anything. It was stupid, it was all stupid, he was being stupid. “Sho, I wasn’t—”

“Maybe it won’t keep people from flirting with me, and it won’t keep you from feeling bad about it. But next time I’ll know, and I’ll understand, and I can tell you what you need to hear instead of us having this argument all over again!”

Tobio blinked. Spelled out like that, it made sense. But for some reason, that just made him want to dig his heels in even more. “It’s just…I was just…It wasn’t worth—”

He couldn’t finish. Suddenly there were lips on his, parting hungrily and licking into his mouth, and hands wrapping into his collar to back him into the wall. He fell against it with a thud, but he didn’t care about the dull pain. He was more focused on the teeth biting into his lips, his hands grabbing at Hinata’s hips and flexing against the thick muscle there.

“Your feelings are always,” Hinata hissed between furious kisses, “always worth it.” He pulled away with a tug at Tobio’s bottom lip, and glared at him with a ferocity that was intensified by the tears still trailing down his cheeks. “Stop saying they’re not.”

Tobio cupped one cheek, brushing away the lingering tears with a gentle thumb. “They’re not worth making you cry.” He ducked his head to kiss away the drying tear tracks. Hinata’s damp eyelashes fluttered against Tobio’s skin like butterfly kisses — so light, he almost couldn’t feel them.

“I’m not crying because of your feelings,” Hinata huffed, “I’m crying because you won’t tell me about them. It sucks when you’re upset, and it sucks even more when you don’t think you can talk to me about it.”

“I know,” Tobio whispered against Hinata’s soft, damp cheeks, “I know, I’m sorry.” He pressed his lips back to Hinata’s, kissing him with a hunger that was slow, relished, making arousal spread tendrils through Tobio’s veins as he worked more whimpers and moans from Hinata. He could feel Hinata melting against him with every bite and lick, until he couldn’t keep pushing Tobio against the wall.

Good. His hands dropped back down to Hinata’s hips, giving him enough leverage to push Hinata across the hallway and against the other wall before he could resist. It worked — he felt Hinata gasp against his lips, before his kisses became hungrier and he started arching into him. He was on his toes and clawing at Tobio’s shoulders, like a cat trying to climb up a tree, but it wasn’t until he felt a leg hook around his hips that Tobio realized that was exactly what Hinata was trying to do. He held onto the leg that was already around him, and wrapped his other arm around Hinata’s waist, before pushing him up the wall. Hinata understood immediately, lifting his other leg and wrapping it tight around Tobio’s waist.

“I’m yours, Tobio,” Hinata murmured, his words breaking into a moan from Tobio pressing lips and teeth down his neck. “Nothing, no one, is gonna change that.”

“Mine,” Tobio echoed, “all mine.” He sucked at Hinata’s collarbone, exactly in the spot where his jersey collar would fall. Who knew if the mark would stay covered? The thrill and risk was half the fun.

There was a high whine at his work, before hands cupped his jaw and firmly tilted his head up. A shudder slid through Tobio at the look in Hinata’s eyes — desire, stubbornness, and command all swirled in that warm gaze, reminding Tobio of the hard focus Hinata would get before games. “And you,” Hinata murmured, stroking a hand through Tobio’s hair, “are mine.”

“All yours.” He was rewarded with a slow, deep kiss, and Hinata’s hips rocking down against his. He instinctively rocked back as he slid a hand under Hinata’s shirt to circle a nipple, and soon the hallway was filled with their gasps and moans.

The sound of another dull thud made Tobio pull back just enough to see Hinata lean his head against the wall, baring the smooth, tempting expanse of his neck. Sweat glistened over a pretty flush, and Hinata’s lips were bitten red and slick and swollen as they hung open on soft moans. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Tobio breathed with wonder.

That flush deepened as Hinata met his gaze with heavily-hooded eyes. He scratched through Tobio’s hair again, pulling a quiet, content growl from deep in his chest. “You, too,” Hinata crooned, leaning forward to steal another kiss. “I love you. Don’t hide anything from me again. Let me—mmh, let me take care of you.”

“Okay.” Tobio licked up a droplet of sweat beginning to slide down Hinata’s neck, flicking his tongue off his jaw and landing a light bite there. “Love you so much.”

“Show me.” Tobio met his eyes, and caught sight of the familiar glint of challenge that had sent Tobio tumbling head over heels in love with him all those years ago. “Show me, Tobio.”

He didn’t have to ask twice.

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Falling Asleep on Him | Tsukishima, Akaashi, Iwaizumi

Pairings: Tsukishima X Reader (gender neutral), Akaashi X Reader (gender neutral), and Iwaizumi X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: sleepy fluff 🥰 

Author’s Note: time to bring back more group hcs tehe

Falling Asleep on Them | Kenma, Kuroo // Falling Asleep on Them | Oikawa, Atsumu // Falling Asleep on Them | Yamaguchi, Ushijima, Osamu 

Tsukishima: 

The bus swayed ever so slightly on the road as Karasuno returned back home to Miyagi from Tokyo

The dimming sun glistened over the bay as Takeda drove over it

Out of the corner of his eye, with an elbow propped on the window sill, he could see your head bobbing as you struggled to stay awake

He could feel it too with the earbuds the two of you shared

“You know you can sleep, right?” his voice broke the silence and still atmosphere on the bus amongst the snores from the team as they slept after playing two full games back to back,

He peered down to your figure in the seat beside his, seeing you struggle to hard to stay awake for some reason

You wanted so badly to curl up in a ball to conceal yourself from the cold air of the air con

You simply nodded to his words and leaned your head back into your seat, finally giving up trying to fight your need to sleep and let your body relax

It didn’t take long at all with the music playing, the sway of the bus

You melted into sleep, letting your body go, letting your burning eyes rest

Tsukishima kept his own eyes on the horizon, his cheek pressed into his fist resting on the window

His legs were finally able to relax after today’s strenuous day, the games lasting longer than anyone else in the gymnasium could expect

With his eyes finally closing under their own weight, he could remember vividly looking up into the stands, hearing your voice cheering out for him after blocking a ball with Kageyama and Asahi beside him

The block that tipped the game into Karasuno’s favor after what felt like a year long rally

The light in your eyes, excitement bubbling in your voice when he heard you

Even though you were so far away before but you were there

You were here

He could feel his own strength regaining when you threw up a peace sign, a thing the two of you shared-

His eyes opened feeling the sudden bump on his arm, turning to find your head resting on him

He thought nothing of it and let you be, watching you at ease, thinking about how many bus rides and how long it took for you to reach the gymnasium today

But before he could sleep himself, he didn’t miss the goosebumps on your arms, the way your body jolted ever so slightly to the cold air whereas he was unaffected with his club jacket on

He unzipped his bag sitting on his lap and pulled out his beige sweatshirt, draping it over your body without moving too much to bother you

You subconsciously grabbed onto the soft fabric that filled your nose with Tsukishima’s homely smell, making you sigh in your sleep

He felt his ears growing hot, turning his eyes back outside as he slowly returned to his memories that lulled him to sleep for the rest of the bus ride back home

Akaashi: 

Soft rain trickled down the sides of the house as it tapped off the roof, bouncing off the leaves and windows, all surfaces outside

The rainy breeze blew through the screens of the windows that were pulled open, making the sheer white curtains in the bedroom float briskly, the ambiance in the room so peaceful

And the best part was being beside Keiji

His fingers danced with yours as he laid on his back, head propped on his pillows with his glasses on, legs propped up with a book in his other hand

You laid on your back, his body acting as your pillow for you as you held your own book

Your mind let you flit through the flowery fields in a different world on the edge of your comprehension, imagining Keiji beside you, the two of you without any worries in life, nothing being a bother

As you took the words in of the story of the two main characters, you imagined yourself and Keiji as them

He spun you around in the sunny field, pulling your bodies close together so he could dance

Your hand holding the top of your book to your stomach wavered, the book wobbly, your breathing slowing down

He smiled to himself seeing the way your chest was rising and falling slowly, your eyelashes struggling to hold open your eyes

The feeling of taps on your wrist pulled your mind from the world you were in, pulling you bask to reality

“Tired?” He brought your hand to your forehead, rubbing it back so he cleared the hair from your face

“Just dreaming with my eyes open,” you spoke, turning your body to the side to meet his sea green eyes as they looked down to you as you nuzzled your face in his hand, his thumb rubbing your cheek just below your eye

“What about?” You closed your eyes against his touch

“Us,” you kissed his palm

The way you did this so easily always made his heart flutter, bis body welling up with a warmth like no other

“What’re you reading?” You asked, repositioning yourself as you closed your book and set it to the side, laying beside him, your arm and leg draped over his

“I’ll read it to you, hm?” He asked, shifting his head to look at you as you nodded

Keiji’s voice was soft as the words rolled off his tongue, painting vivid images in your mind, yet again bringing you to an entirely new place

He read on, finishing the chapter, smiling to himself already knowing you were fast asleep with the way your body stilled against his

Your breaths slowed and deep, cheek squished into his shoulder

“Cute…” he leaned and pressed a kiss to your forehead before continuing his reading

All the books he could possibly read could bring him thousands of miles away to an entirely different universe but he didn’t need to let his imagination take him anywhere else, keeping him grounded here where he was with you

You were his world and able to take him on an adventure just being with you

Iwaizumi: 

You jumped harshly to the sudden booming sound of an explosion that sounded all around the basement theater of Hajime’s house, sending your heart racing in your chest

His theater was one that was adjusted perfect to his preferences so he could watch all the movies he wanted in the comfort of his home

The two of you were on a mission that started after dinner to kick off the start of summer- a movie marathon of all of Hajime’s favorite movies that you had never seen before, starting with his all time favorite, Godzilla

So far, the two of you were two-thirds of the way through and it was already almost 2am

It wasn’t too long, about an hour after the usual time you slept but you had been all over the city today to run some errands, ending the day with Hajime

You leaned on a pillow rested on his propped up legs on the couch, your jolt going very noticeable by Hajime

“Are you scared?” He laughed, his hand rubbing your thigh

“No,” you smiled tiredly in the dark, leaning your head back to look up to him, the light of the tv illuminating his face. “I’m just tired,” you yawned

“Do you want to go upstairs and sleep then?”

“Mm-mm,” you shook your head. “If you want to finish the movie, then let’s go up after it’s done.” You took his hand in yours and rested it on your chest, your body naturally cuddling it, fingers trailing up and down his forearm, taking in his warmth

“Sleep here, then.” He moved your pillow and lowered his leg slightly, making room for you in his lap

The thunderous booms went off again, making you jump that just made Hajime smile at you as the heroes in the movie continued to fight against the villains

You laid across his lap, laying down at an inclined angle

Your back rested on his thighs, feet still propped up on the couch

His arm became your personal pillow, the other resting on the side over your body, his hand drawing shapes on your back

“I got you,” he smirked to himself peering down to your sleepy self, your breathing already slowed

He turned the volume down a bit for the rest of the movie

Hajime found himself glancing down to you every now and then, readjusting his arm that was your pillow so it wasn’t uncomfortable for you

He shifted his legs, bringing your body even closer to his, not minding the weight or how hot his body was getting with yours on top

You breathed gently, your nose filling with the scent of Hajime holding you lovingly

He savored this feeling, knowing he was going to be going hundreds and thousands of miles away by the time this summer would be ending

He only had this last summer with you, with his friends and he wanted to make all the memories he could before he would be in an entirely different country, halfway across the world from you

“I’ll always got you,” he said these simple words you didn’t even hear but meant it with his soul as he leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple, his attention drifting away from the movie and more onto you instead

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