#oikawa internally screaming

[afterthelambs]

Imagine Oikawa giving Ushijima the silent treatment when he's upset with him except Ushijima is totally comfortable in silence and thinks theyre just having nice quiet time meanwhile Oikawa is the one suffering because he's dying to yap about something he saw on his phone

[realcube]

SUMMER SUNSHINE ༊*·˚

summer hcs + drabble w/ hq men

characters ☀ bokuto, nishinoya, ushijima, kageyama & oikawa

tws/tags ☀ ts! all, gn! reader, water gun violence, slightly suggestive, mentions of drowning, swearing & parent!kageyama. overall sfw.

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

☀ lives for the pool !!

☀ once he gets msby money , he defo buys a house with a big ass pool

☀ as soon as it slightly exceeds 20℃ he will be BEGGING you to swim with him and have a pool day

☀ and remind him that since it's a pool in your own garden, he can swim in it whenever he wants on his own and you don't have to be there with him

☀ but he protests by saying he just wants to spend time with you and it's 'no fun' without you

☀ PLS just go with him

☀ he will so make it worth your while

☀ he spends most of his time swimming and doing tricks in the water and cool dives

☀ and he'd want you to get in with him so y'all can swim about together, little mermaid style

☀ but even if you don't want to do that, and would rather chill on the grass/ on a floatie with a good book or tanning

☀ he will find a way to involve you by getting you to take pictures or videos of his water backflips and handstands and stuff 😭

☀ firstly so he can send the tapes to his friends and secondly so he can show off to you

☀ bc clearly your boyfriend is gifted not only in the volleyball department but he's also a diver????

☀ and if you do swim about with him, he'd be so pleased by that and y'all would have so much fun together

☀ but he has so much stamina that you'd end up tired out way before he is

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you trudge out of the water, making your way back towards the pool lounger. it takes bokuto a couple minutes to notice you are gone because he is busy checking how long he can hold his breath underwater, but eventually he does, then he rushes over to you. "(y/n)! what are you doing?"

"i'm going to rest, bo. i'm so tired." you pant, flopping face-first down onto your towel and nuzzling into the soft fabric. bokuto quickly lays down next to you and turns his head so he is making eye-contact, partially pushing you off because the lounger is big but definitely not spacious enough for two people, let alone one as muscular as bokuto.

"but you didn't even get to see how long i can hold my breath for!" he whines, doing a poor job at sounding frustrated as he gently moves a wet strand of hair out of your face.

you sigh covertly, heavy eyes drooping shut, "why don't you show me now?"

"but we're not under water."

"that doesn't make a difference, sweetie." you reassure him, and he nods thoughtfully, as that did make sense. wow, he has such an intelligent, s/o! he beamed a this own internal monologue, before promptly inhaling sharply so his cheeks were full with air, then squeezing his nostrils shut.

and that is how you got peace and quiet for around two minutes and nine seconds. (he almost passed out)

NISHINOYA YŪ

☀ y'all are always travelling all over the place

☀ swimming with dolphins, hiking through forests, skydiving, lounging at some of the most gorgeous beaches in the world

☀ it's almost like eternal summer for you two

☀ you've basically seen and lived it all so one of the most novelty ways you could spend your summer, is just at home

☀ enjoying the little things; like sitting in front of the fan in searing heat, or barbequing, or water balloon/water gun fights

☀ oh noya loves water gun/balloon fights !! and he gets into it too!!

☀ v competitive, even with you , whom he loves the most in the entire world, but he's still gonna kick your ass lol

☀ it can get a little childish but it's essential to channel you're inner feral kid to stand a chance at winning a water gun fight 😌

☀ he loves chasing you around, getting you soaking wet, and hearing your little laughs and yelps

☀ but he also likes when you're equally as competitive as him

☀ and try to hide and sneak up on him

☀ or if you use an ice bucket 😭 he'd scream and have to get you back for that one

☀ don't let him anywhere near you with that ice bucket though.. especially in a light-colored shirt.. his intentions are not pure

☀ omg he uses psychological warfare too

☀ like if you're beating him and spraying him he's like 'alright alright you got me!!' and drops his water gun/balloon and puts his hands up in surrender

☀ so when you stop, he throws his arm around you and pulls you in for a drenched hug and kisses over your cheeks and face

☀ then , as you both close your eyes and you lean in for a proper kiss, he pulls out a tiny water pistol he had hidden in his shorts and squirts you in the face and laughsss

☀ and it's only a tiny amount of water so it doesn't do any real harm but it's the TREACHERY that got you

☀ smh you had to give that man a taste of dirt after that

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you have him cornered, he frantically pulls the trigger of the water gun but nothing comes out; he's got no ammunition left. a sinister smile inches across your lips as you creep towards him, "final words?" you say dramatically, thinking about where you should spray him first.

his expression contorts into one of dismay and fear when he realises there is no way out, and his breathing falters. eyes drifting closed, he is about to accept his fate...

...until he hears a familiar chime in the distance.

"wait, (y/n)!" he calls, just as you are about to aim your water gun.

"ugh, what?" you groan.

"do you hear that?" he pauses, the silence allowing you to also hear the tune ring from afar.

"the ice-cream van?" you cock an eyebrow, you're face exhibiting all fifty shades of unimpressed, "do you really think i'm going to pass up revenge for ice-cream?"

"i'll buy you an ice-cream sandwich!" he bargains.

you narrow eyes at him, threatening stance unwavering.

"and a slushie!" he adds.

your eyes-widen, and you instantly drop the gun, pivoting on your heels towards the front door, "hurry up, then!" you urge, and noya is hot on your tail, brimming with laughter.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

☀ with some more time-off during the summer, you suggested ushijima find a new hobby to keep him occupied while you were at work

☀ when he asked you for suggestion, you told him just to do whatever he felt like, but you did also mention that there was a flower bed in your garden that looked awfully bleak and unkempt

☀ it was a mere recommendation though, and if he didn't want to do it, that was more than alright

☀ after all, with the amount he makes, y'all have more than enough to hire a gardener to fix it for you. or just a landscaper who will fill it in and build a gazebo on top or something

☀ but ushijima takes your words as command and if you, his favourite person in the world, wants to see flowers in that bed. then he will put flowers in that bed!!! it's just that simple

☀ although he doesn't know where to start, but after some time browsing blogs and online articles, he comes to the conclusion that he best place to begin was to buy some flower seeds and starters

☀ and toshi , being the man he is, has somewhat of a natural green-thumb

☀ and these flowers and thriving in no time

☀ while he is outside, you mostly just stand by the window with a tea/coffee in your hand, watching him work in his cute little straw sun hat you bought him, occasionally calling out to him and saying he's doing such a good job, to which he will look at you and flash a small smile

☀ because you don't pay very much mind to him and his gardening antics bc you assume it's a phase that is going to pass as soon as another game season starts

☀ but no , his gardening hobby is here to stay

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you come home after a long day of work, utterly tired and sore. you hobble into the kitchen with the intention of tossing your bag on a chair before you head upstairs, but are pleasantly surprised when you're met with a romantic sight.

ushijima has set the dining the table with the finest cutlery and cloth, upon which there was three candles that illuminated the area. the aroma of your favourite meal also wafted through the air, so your gaze darted around the room, until you noticed it two plates of it on the kitchen counter, which ushijima carefully transfers to the table.

once he sees you enter, he stands up straight and makes his way over to you, with his hands hidden behind his back, planting a firm kiss on your cheek.

you smile, and lean into him, gazing up with a foolishly wide grin, "what's all this?"

"dinner." he states plainly, then reveals what was behind his back. a large bouquet, filled with all kinda of different and colourful flowers. you gasp at the sight, hesitant to hold such a beautiful masterpiece.

"this is stunning, toshi." your voice shakes with emotion, as you sniff the flowers to soak in their sweet smells, "where did you get this from?"

"i grew them."

your eyes widen, as you look between the bouquet in your arms and your stoic boyfriend, who appears dead-serious. "you did? but there are so many." you can hardly hold them all.

"the garden was fruitful."

the tears that previously welled in your eyes spilled over your cheeks, and you push yourself into him to bury yourself in his strong chest. "thank you so much, wakatoshi. this means so much to me." you sob, your tears dampening the fabric of his shirt.

ushijima is rather taken back by your reaction. he expected you to be apprecitive but he didn't understand how some flowers had moved you to tears, though he rubbed your back comfortingly, none the less.

what he decided in that moment was that he would be gardening for the forseeable future. regardless of how many hours squat in the blistering heat or chilling winters it would take, he would grow a bouquet filled with all your favourite flowers for every season. because your smile alone makes every single arduous hour worth it.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

☀ during summer he has less hours training with the adlers so he wants to spend every free moment he has with you + the kids

☀ just doing random domestic stuff

☀ he's the type of dad who wants to spoil them rotten and take them to all sorts of fun places

☀ like monday it's the fair, tuesday it's the waterpark, wednesday it's the zoo, thursday it's the softplay.. and so on

☀ if it wasn't for the fact he has a terrible history in booking his own flights, he would have flew the kids to disneyland by now

☀ but he's so high intensity in such a short amount of time bc he feels like he needs to spend as much time with them as he can right now otherwise when he goes back to work they are gonna forget all about him

☀ but you're like they don't have the energy for two days out in a row 😭 so kags needs to find something he can do in the house with them

☀ so he buys one of those massive jungle gyms for the back garden to keep them entertained

☀ but the two things he didn't account for:

☀ 1) he would need to build it himself

☀ which he fails at so bad but he CAN'T ask you for help otherwise you'll think of him as a useless husband (you won't but that's his thought process)

☀ so it takes him like ten days to build it properly

☀ but even when he finishes it looks unstable so you're like 'kags.. test it out'

☀ and he gets mad defensive and is like 'do you not trust my abilities?!?!'

☀ and you're like 'ok if you're not going to test it out, i will'

☀ and when you start walking towardshis construction he is literally sweating bc he knows it's fucked up

☀ so he's like 'fine!! i'll test it' and lo and behold it collaspes over him and y'all need to hire a professional to fix it

☀ 2) the other thing he didn't take into consideration is that the kids want him to play on it with them .. meanwhile he is 6'2" and quite frankly cba

☀ he tries to play with them from outside the jungle gym but your kids are menaces and won't let up until their dad goes down the slide with him

☀ and that's the story of how your husband got caught in a tube slide 😞

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your kids got bored of the jungle gym quickly and were now asking for something else to play with in the backyard. however, after the construction incidient, your confidence in kageyama's handiness has plummeted enough that you do not trust him to build a trampoline, so instead you buy some chalk and tell him to draw some games on the concrete like snakes and latter or hopscotch.

it's simple enough, but it's been taking him quite a while. so, you whip up some fresh lemonade and bring it out to check upon him, "how's the drawing going, tobio?"

he looks up at you, wipes the sweat off his forehead, and happily takes a drink off your tray, then takes a large gulp. "thanks, babe. and it's going fine. 'm almost done."

he says, and stands up to show you the whole game. he chose hopscotch, and draw all the numbers in cute little hearts. admittedly, some were a little wonky but the effort is so sweet. you smile brightly, and place a kiss on his cheek, to which he can't help but smirk. "looks grea—"

just as you are about to utter a compliment, something out of the corner of your eye that causes your heart to plummet. you stare at the error for a moment, and blink a couple times to ensure you aren't imagining it. once you establish for certain what you're seeing is correct, you sigh and say, "kags. draw a three for me."

he raises his eyebrows but doesn't question it. he gets on his knees and draw a three seperately from the hopscotch grid, and to your dismay, it looks like "Ɛ", just as it appears inside the heart.

you look between his sweet, innocent face, and the messed up three he had just written. your children were in their formative years so you didn't want them to learn their numbers from this faulty hopscotch grid, but you also couldn't bring yourself to correct kageyama and watch his ego crash again. so, you bite your tongue and force a smile, "good job." you pat his back and press another kiss on his cheek, "i'm gonna head inside. maybe later we can talk about sending our kids to private school."

internally he is rather jarred by the sudden change in conversation, but he brushes it off and gives you a final squeeze before you walk away.

OIKAWA TŌRU

☀ takes you to the beach ofc !!!!

☀ would love to see you dress up in a swim suit or sun dress in theory bc you look so hot

☀ but in practise, when y'all actually go to the beach and he realises other people can see how hot you look as well, that puts him off and makes him a lil jealous

☀ but!!! thank the lord he is sexy and he knows it bc as soon as a guy merely looks in your direction, he will have his arm wrapped around you in seconds

☀ or start applying sunscreen to your back or chest , and if you're like 'tōru , i've already got my spf on' , he'd just go 'well you can never be too safe! 😇 don't want you to burn, sweetheart!!'

☀ meanwhile he is covertly death-glaring the ppl checking you out

☀ so yeah pls don't get insecure bc no one hits on you while you're at the beach , it's all oikawa's doing

☀ might play beach volleyball or make a tiny sand castle with you if you ask nicely but mostly wants to chill and tan and soak up the sun

☀ and take pics :p

☀ ok you might think he is an ego maniac for this but he so wants you to take candids of him and all sorts of other pics while he is posing

☀ him laying on the towel , looking up at the camera with his sunglasses lowered , winking

☀ ARGH

☀ he's so photogenic it makes you mad actually

☀ but you still take pics of him bc it's kinda fun telling him what poses to do and stuff 😔 you're like 'you need to give me photo creds...'

☀ bc if the artistic vision is left down to him, he's gonna want you to take photos of him jogging across the beach, with his hand running through his hair like in baywatch smh

☀ you upgrade his instagram game sm

☀ omg his follower probably know when he got a s/o / which photos are taken by you vs him bc his feed goes from looking very bland and thrist-trappy to being a literal pinterest wet dream

☀ like even if y'all are in a down-low type of relationship, it's just SO obvious when he gets a partner

☀ also his fans/followers LOVE you even if they don't know who you even are bc he hasn't hard-lauched yet / you want to stay private and they have to give you some silly fandom mystery person name like "gfkawa"/"bfkawa" or "towsnbp" (the one who shall not be photographed)

☀ they are STILL obsessed

☀ and dw he takes pics for you too

☀ and he takes that shit seriously too , like he will lay on the ground, balance on one hand or literally do an aerial if that is what it takes to get your best angles

☀ you're naturally gorge though so he doesn't need to try that hard, but he's willing to !!

☀ he's pretty good at taking pics too and you always come out looking stunning but that always drives him CRAZY

☀ oh and he's always taking candids of you (especially at the beach) without having to be asked and he obliges when you ask him to show you but if you want him to send you the photos so you can post them, he's gonna be like , 'erm no these are mine thank you 😗'

☀ he's not sharing!!!

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you're laying down on your towel, enjoying the sun and although your eyes are closed, you notice when the warmth is suddenly blocked by a tall body in the way. you open your eyes to see oikawa standing over you, smiling, "you look beautiful, (y/n). lemme take a picture."

you nod, blushing, and hand him your phone. he snaps a couple shots of you, for which you pose. he grins once he done, scrolling through them.

you frown, sitting up and making a grabbing motion at him, "let me see!"

he kneels down besides you and tilts the phone over so you can scroll through the pictures he took, and as usual, they are quite nice, in your opinion. though oikawa gazes at them with eyes sickeningly sweet and sappy. you watch as his thumb moves to send the photos to himself, and you pressed your cheek against his arm and purr, "awh, thank you, sweetie. you did su— oi, what're you doing?!"

you bark, watching him delete the photos off your phone after they're finished sending, and you snatch the device out of his hand too late as they are already gone. you glare and him and he simply shrugs, with an innocent aura, "you looked too good. i didn't want you posting those anywhere."

he explains, and you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. you should've expected his behaviour from him. "now the only photos i've ever looked nice in are gone. thanks, loserkawa."

"they're not gone. i still have them." he commented, squishing your cheeks, amused and enamoured by your little sulk, "and we both know those aren' the only photos you've ever looked good in. you're beautiful in every single one."

you pout, shaking your head out of his grip and flopping back onto the towel. he laughs and taps your nose, planting a kiss on your cheek too, "wow, and you call me a drama queen."

[causenessus]

love notes

part 0.4. THE "I'M DISAPPOINTED" CARD

"i've been right here from the start just keep on dancing in the dark i'll be right here when you part."

from wasted affairs by mind's eye, left at the kansai international airport, osaka

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extras <3

technically msby probably would've just taken a bus to kyoto since it's so close to osaka but for some reason i chose kyoto and mentioned it in chapter 3?? so i couldn't go back on my word SO THIS WAS MY BAD I'M SORRY

kansai is an international airport but according to my research 🤓☝ it's also somewhere for charter/private planes to board

that whole security process is so confusing i tried my best but this is literally a fanfiction forgive me if idk how charter jets work 🙏

omi was obviously the first one to the airport and checked in as early as possible to make sure he'd be on time

suna and oikawa arrived around the same time and then the three of them waited like an hour and they were supposed to board in 30 minutes and no one else had shown up yet

they found out bokuto got lost and oikawa was sent to find him while atsumu wouldn't respond to their texts which led to sakusa calling them all out in the gc

omi was upset because they COULD'VE boarded earlier if everyone was there but they were waiting on atsumu

so everyone was sitting in the lobby twiddling their thumbs in silence as they waited for him to arrive

atsumu tried to pretend like everything was normal and fine when he showed up and sat next to oikawa but then omi immediately stood up and was like "get your ass up. we're leaving now."

osamu was asked to be a vendor at the msby game like three hours before it started and had to leave y/n managing the shop by herself for the night </3

atsumu was literally shaking when he saw suna turn his phone off and get out of bed after osamu ratted him out about y/n

he couldn't see where suna was in the dark and screamed when suna threw a pillow at him

then he slept like a baby <3 while suna was tucked in bed with a goofy smile texting y/n

he took his leap of faith saying that he'd give her flowers and then immediately tried to distract her from it by sending another picture of something else he saw (but he's def the one that put up the flower box then pretended it was just something he found in kyoto when he texted y/n if that makes sense <3 this will come into play next chapter)

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[lizardboiii]

XOXO, UR DUFF♡

꒰ ft. Kuroo Tetsurō x reader x Bokuto Kōtarō, slight Oikawa Tōru x reader

synopsis: finding out Aoba Johsai High School's volleyball team refers to you as the school's duff sends you into a teenaged panic. your two childhood friends take it upon themselves to help you out. the opposite of a duff? a slut.

cw: NSFW, 18+, hurt/comfort, threesome, dom/sub undertones, dumbification, slut shaming, non-con coercion, double pentration, all characters are represented as 18/19 yrs old

wc: 2.7k

"Like any unloved thing, I don't know if I'm real when I'm not being touched." - Natalie Wee

Maybe you soared too high - beared your teeth too wide. The fall from grace was longer than the climb, allowing scotching shame to burn away any feelings you still carried. Oikawa Tōru had played you for a fool. 

Otherwise, after a week of walking you to class and buttering up your fragile heart. He wouldn't have asked you if your best friend, Emi, was single. 

Propping himself up on your desk, Oikawa’s thick hands supported the bulk of his weight. His form seemingly dripped with unease. If you listened closely enough, you could hear the sound of his sneakers shifting beneath him. 

You hated every moment of it.

The star volleyball captain had just made it clear he never had any intentions of courting you. All he saw was a gateway to Emi. An easy in.

You paused for just a moment. Thoughts of confronting the man above you ate at your skin. You wanted to scream. Rage at him. Ask him why he led you on. He could have easily asked out Emi without your assistance. Was there a reason to ask you other than to be cruel?

But you didn't. 

Instead you smiled warmly, swallowing your pride, “Ya, Emi’s single.”

Oikawa’s grin brightened, “You can put in a good word for me right? Since we're friends n’ all?”

The corner of your mouth twitched.

“Of course.”

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A kick to the front leg of your desk rattled the metal. You flinched at the noise. Body tensing, you refused to greet the offender. Finding it easier to stay hidden in your arms on top of your desk.

“What’s up with you?”

Teary eyed, you finally looked up from your crossed arms to the deep voice above you, Iwaizumi Hajime. You internally groaned at the sight of him. Iwaizumi was the last person you wanted to see right now, aside from his flamboyant captain.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “I think Oikawa likes Emi.”

Iwaizumi huffed, “I ​​could've guessed that.”

“What?” You searched his eyes for an answer, “You knew?”

“Ya,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Whole team does.”

Clenching your teeth, you balled your hands in frustration, “Then why did he even bother talking to me? He should've just went straight to her!”

Iwaizumi shrugged, “It's probably because you're her Duff.”

You felt the pit in your stomach drop, “Her what?”

“Ya know, her Duff. Designated Ugly Fat Friend,” he said it as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

The information hit you like a truck, “Excuse me!? I am not her “Duff”!”

Iwaizumi shifted uncomfortably, “Hate to break it to you, but…I think everyone is aware you’re Emi’s Duff other than yourself.” 

You fake laughed, “I think I'd know if people were calling me that.”

“It's not that big a deal. Just means you're more approachable,” he searched for his next words, “I mean it's easier to ask you if Emi’s single rather than face the embarrassment if not.”

Iwaizumi’s statement left you breathless, “Face the embarrassment? What about me!? Oikawa led me on for a week just to ask if Emi was single!”

He brushed you off, “It’s not like you're the only one. Girls come up to the team all the time to ask about Oikawa.”

Seething, you stood up from your chair haphazardly, “You know what? Screw you!” The screech of your chair echoed across the room, “I’m not just some thoughtless NCP you guys can use to help get laid!”

Iwaizumi frowned, “You know I didn't mean it like that.”

You didn't bother to respond, favoring to storm out of the mostly empty classroom. You’d prove to them all you could be more than just Emi’s Duff. You just needed to figure out how to first.

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“Can you believe he said that to me?!” Sitting on top of Bokuto’s bed, you straddled the pillow you were holding in anger, “I am not a Duff!”

Bokuto hummed below you, focusing more on the controller in his hand rather than what you were saying, “Didn’tcha only go on one date?”

Cackling, Kuroo bumped shoulders with Bokuto, “There wasn’t even a date. He just walked her tah’ class.”

Your face burned, “He carried my books! Who does that other than someone who cares!?”

Kuroo tilted his face back at you, resting his head on the bed, “Yer’ joking, right?”

Frowning, you swiped at Kuroo’s face with the pillow in your hands. The comb head merely caught the pancaked pillow with his dominant hand, ripping the fabric away from you. Then, he shot the pillow at your head, hard. You reacted quickly, lifting your hands up in defense. The pillow thumped pathetically against your forearms. 

Flipping him off, you tossed the pillow back at the headboard, “You always play too rough!”

A wild grin plastered itself on his face, “What? I thought girls liked it rough?”

You threw him a disgusted look, “Don’t be a freak.”

Chuckling, Kuroo’s already large smile grew impossibly wider. Clearly satisfied at your obvious discomfort.

Groaning at Kuroo’s smug smirk, you flopped backward on the bed, “It’s not fair! Emi always has a boyfriend and I’ve yet to have even one.” You emphasized the number with your finger.

Passing off the controller, Bokuto stretched his hands above his head, “Who cares? Ya don’t need a boyfriend anyways,” He pointed a thumb at himself, “You got us!”

“Says you! Both you and Ku have had girlfriends,” You flipped onto your stomach, “I feel like I'm missing out.”

Lip curled, Bokuto threw himself on top of the bed and grabbed your smaller form, “Aww, our poor sweet (y/n)!”

You wrestled against his tight bear hug, “Lemme’ go, Airhead!”

Bokuto smiled, “Never!”

Your legs intertwined as you tried to slither free from Bokuto’s relentless hold. However, the older male easily subdued you. Pushing and pulling you every which way. Eventually, Bokuto relented and slid you into his lab, wrapping his arms around your midriff. 

You huffed at his antics. It wasn't the first time Bokuto forced you into his lab - and you were sure it wasn't the last. Yet, that didn't stop the way your heart squeezed when his chest pressed up against your back. Or the way you shivered when he slotted his head into the crook of your neck.

It certainly didn't stop the way you secretly liked how Kuroo watched.

Face burning, you chewed on your lip. You were sick. Friends shouldn't be thinking this way about each other. Especially not when you have known eachother since diapers. You internally sighed. It's not like they'd be interested in you anyways. Who’d want to be with a designated Duff?

“Sometimes I wish I was more like Emi...”

The thought slipped out of your mouth without your brain's approval. Meek and mild. Your quiet voice sent the room into an abrupt silence. You had little time to curse at yourself before Kuroo’s uncontrollable laughter broke through the stillness. 

Dropping the gaming controller, Kuroo moved calculatedly. His toned body slowly crawling its way on top of the bed, joining you and Bokuto. Your breath hitched at the sight. If you didn't know any better, you thought you might be eaten alive.

Kuroo reached you at an agonizing pace. His hands moved to rest on your knees while Bokuto’s stayed on your waist, “Ya wanna’ be like Emi, huh?”

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you ignored the close proximity, “She always gets so much attention. I just wanna know what that feels like. Just once.”

Sulking, you missed the subtle glance Kuroo and Bokuto exchanged. Sly and cunning. The grip of their calloused hands tightened ever so slightly.

“Ya know why Emi keeps gettin’ so much attention?” 

Sinking back into Bokuto, you swallowed, “Because she's pretty?”

“Nope,” Kuroo’s grin widened as he slotted himself between your legs, “It’s ‘cause she’s a slut.”

Slut.

The word made your heart pang, “E-Emi’s not like that!”

Kuroo let out a scoff, “Course’ she is. You wanna be like that? A slut?”

Squirming, you tried to remove Kuroo from in between your legs. An action proving to be difficult very quickly, “No! I just don’t wanna be the school’s Duff anymore!”

Unimpressed, Kuroo’s large hands hooked under your knees and wrapped your legs around his waist. You only struggled harder. The thought of being trapped between the two large men was starting to make your head spin. 

Writhing in Bokuto’s hold, you halted when he groaned softly in your ear, “...Bo?”

“Look at that, Kitten,” Kuroo kneaded the fat of your thigh, “Already practicing.”

Bokuto buried his face deeper into your neck, nipping at the skin, “Ya wanna practice that bad, sweetheart?”

“I think she does, Bo,” Kuroo laughed cruelly, “Just look at her. Gettin’ ya hard already.”

Bokuto whined, “Can’t help it. She keeps rubbin’ that plump ass against my dick.”

On que, Bokuto’s hands shifted from your waist to your hips. His thick digits dug into your skin as he began to move your hips for you. Grinding his half hard cock into your clothed ass.

Your face was a molten red at the action, “Stop!”

“Please, sweetheart. Feels so good,” Bokuto’s words slurred as he grinded your bodies together.

You mewled, “We can’t!”

Kuroo snatched you chin, forcing your attention back on him, “Thought you were tired of bein’ the Duff?”

You could feel the beginnings of tears brimming your eyes, “I am!”

He smiled sickly sweet, “How are you gonna prove um’ wrong if ya can’t even do this?”

Swallowing thickly, your lips quivered, “I’m scared.”

Kuroo bore a mocking expression, “Sluts don’t get scared.”

Your whimper was cut off by Kuroo’s plump lips. The kiss was sloppy, desperate even. Kuroo’s tongue exploring your mouth like he owned it. Immediately, his hand found its way into your hair, tugging you further into the kiss. You cried against his mouth. Clutching at his wrist, you held on as he devoured you. 

Below you Bokuto shifted. His hand plunged its way into his sweats, pulling out his weeping cock, “Ku, lemme’ lift her up.”

Kuroo pulled away from your mouth, a string of saliva following in suit, “So impatient you owl bastard.”

You had little time to gasp for air as Bokuto’s hands replaced Kuroo’s. His hands wrapped under the pits of your knees swifty. Lifting up your legs, you gasped when his exposed cock made contact with your thin shorts. 

“Bo, wait!”

Bokuto ignored your small pleas. Sliding his cock against the fabric, he traced the shape of your pussy, “Sweetheart, you’ll lemme’ put it in, right?”

You squeaked when he tried to push up, the fabric of your shorts keeping him out, “You can’t go in raw!”

Bokuto groaned when Kuroo clutched his length, rubbing him harder against your slowly dampening shorts. You whined at the attention. Your hole clenching everytime Kuroo massaged your clit with the head of Bokuto’s cock.

Kuroo purred, “Ya feel that, Kitten? See how good yer makin’ Bo feel?

A sobbed rocked through your chest, “No.”

Clicking his tongue, Kuroo pulled at the hem of your shorts, “Still playin’ difficult, slut?”

You suddenly regretted wearing such short shorts. Kuroo managed to pull them off you in record time, only readjusting Bokuto’s hold on you once. As quickly as the shorts were off - Bokuto was on you.

The head of his cock slid against your folds with an obscene sound, “Please lemme’ put it in, sweetheart. Please, please.” You could feel his hips snap against your ass every time he slid up and down your pussy.

The cord in your stomach slowly began to pull. The feeling of his cock rubbing against your clit was almost enough to send you over the edge. You wanted more. No. You needed more.

Whimpering, your breath hitched as his cock prodded your entrance, “Bo, please!”

“Ya hear that, Bo?” You could hear the smirk on Kuroo’s face, “Slut needs a fat cock to fill ‘er up.”

Growling, Bokuto wasted no time before shoving his cock into your entrance. You cried out at the intrusion. Unprepared, your tight hole stretched painfully around his cock. It felt as if he had split you in two.

Kuroo hushed your cries, “Poor, Kitten. I’ll make it better.” His fingers made their way to your dripping pussy, circling your neglected clit.

“Ku!” You moaned at the touch. The burning sensation in your torn hole was slowly replaced by dull pleasure.

“So tight for me, Sweetheart,” Bokuto slowly pulled out before slamming back in, “So fuckin’ perfect.”

You shuddered at his words, “Too much!”

Sucking on your neck, Bokuto groaned, “Just gettin’ started.”

You flinched when Kuroo’s fingers traced down from your clit to your entrance. His caloused pointer nudged at your puffy hole.

“Look how much yer’ stretchin’ her, Bo,” He slowly added a finger to your already stuffed entrance, “Bet we can stretch it further.”

You sobbed at the invasion, “It won’t fit!”

Kuroo’s darkened eyes made you squirm, “We’ll make it fit.”

One finger soon turned into three as Kuroo worked your already sore pussy open. You wailed loudly. Finally, the feeling of fingers leaving your hole made you sign in relief. The full feeling in your stomach slightly dissipating. 

Until you felt something much larger.

Kuroo placed his hand on your waist as he lined the head of his cock against your hole. You tensed at the sight. Bokuto hissed in your ear, surprised by the sudden clench of your pussy.

“Loosen up, Sweetheart,” Bokuto kissed the crown of your head

A small mewl escaped your lips, “There's no way!”

The men above you rubbed small circles into your skin, attempting to relax your tensed muscles. You moaned at the affection. Body loosening, you shoved your face into Kuroo’s chest as he pushed in.

“There we go, Sweetheart. So good fer' us,” Bokuto hummed against the back of your neck.

The initial stretch of your walls burned intensely. Even with prep, you still felt like you’d tear up the middle.

 “So full,” you mumbled incoherently. Unable to focus on anything other than the cocks filling your already bullied hole.

“Gonna start movin’, kay?” Kuroo’s cock bottomed out before you could even respond. 

They moved opposite of eachother. Bokuto’s cock slamming deep into your pussy while Kuroo’s dragged out of your weeping hole painfully slow. It was enough to drive you insane. You moaned shamelessly, far too drunk on cock to care how slutty you looked.

“Yer’ takin’ us so well, kitten,” Kuroo bit into your neck, leaving a trail of marks, “Like you were made for this.”

You quivered under his touch, “Want more, please.”

Bokuto’s hands slithered under your shirt, “Ya already want more?” His hands moved to unclasp your bra, “Such a slut.”

You bit your lip as Bokuto found his way to your sensitive buds, “Yes, sir.”

“Sir?” Bokuto licked up your neck, “Ya hear that, Ku? She really was meant tah’ be a slut.”

You could barely comprehend Kuroo’s response. Your ears felt like they were filled with cotton as the pressure in your stomach increased. Instinctively, your hips jerked against their movements. You were so close.

“Need tah’ cum, Kitten?” Kuroo fisted your hair, “Ya gotta ask nicely.”

Hot tears streamed down your face at the unreleased pressure in your abdomen, “Please let me cum, sir. Please, I wanna cum so bad.”

Kuroo traced his tongue up your cheek, savoring the salty taste, “Whaddya’ think, Bo? Should the slut be allowed to cum?”

Bokuto traced his fingers from your breast to your clit, “Maybe just this once.”

The chord in your stomach snapped as soon as you were granted permission. Head thrown back, a porn star moan fell from your lips. Your vision went white with pleasure. Long and intense, you trembled in Bokuto’s hold. 

Your chest heaved as your legs gave out, yet Kuroo and Bokuto remained relentless. Continuing their abuse on your sloppy pussy, they pushed you further over the edge.

You whined in overstimulation, “No more.”

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Bokuto ran his fingers through your hair, “We ain't done yet.”

Your eyes widened, “W-what?”

Kuroo smirked, “We haven't cum yet, Slut.”

・❥・

[kats-fic-recs]

The Best Haikyuu fics I read in 2022

Iwaoi

Lost in Translation

Because misfortune come in threes, Iwaizumi Hajime starts his Thursday having a screaming fight with Shittykawa, spends his lunch break listening to the UCI women's volleyball team gossiping about how Ushijima Wakatoshi had gone public about his longtime love affair with Oikawa Tooru, and closes out the day by drunkenly dropping his phone into a sewer grate.

just hear me out

To stimulate Japan's low birthrates and take most of the guesswork out of dating, a beeper system was biologically developed in people's wrists, an audible confirmation to show romantic compatibility.

Iwaizumi's beeper has been going off for Oikawa since they've been kids. Oikawa's has only ever been silent.

In Defense of Reptiles (and Other Gross Things)

In their seventh year, Oikawa is chosen to be the Hogwarts champion in the Triwizard Tournament, and Iwaizumi suffers.

to be first, to be best

Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

evergreen

It’s exhausting to realize that he still knows Oikawa. He has no idea what stores Oikawa shops at anymore, which bands he’s been listening to lately, whether he still keeps plants in his apartment and whether they’re dying without Iwaizumi around to remind him to water them. But he knows how rain tastes on Oikawa’s lips in the summer and the drumbeat baseline of Oikawa’s heart under his palm, and there are some people you never really grow out of no matter how many other things change.

“When you left,” Iwaizumi says, swallowing against a scratchy throat, “I tried hard, for a long time, not to need you. You can’t blame me for being angry that it was easier for you to leave than it was for me to let you go.”

Ten years after he rejected Iwaizumi's marriage proposal, Oikawa is back in Sendai.

no love like your love

It happens when Daniel is rushing from the food court to the CS building, juggling his phone and a water bottle and a Panda Express takeout container. His lunch date with the cute girl from French class had gone longer than it should have, and he’s too worried about being late to pay any mind to the incoming call that flashes across his screen. Beyond noting that the number is international, he thinks nothing of it, declines, and moves on.

The person calls again, though, in the middle of the lecture, and he has to scramble to silence his phone before his professor can single him out.

By the time the period is over, he has five more missed calls and a text.

From: +81-XXX-XXX-XXXX

is this daniel? iwa-chan’s roommate? call me back when you’re available!!

Sometimes a love is so bright that those outside it can't help but bear witness.

Or: Iwaizumi and Oikawa from 5 + 1 points of view through the years.

heaven is a place in my head

For Iwaizumi, it’s a relief to be able to linger in the cocoon of this intermediate summer, blanketed from the buffeting winds of adulthood and responsibility and real decisionmaking. He would love nothing more than for it to stretch out and out and out, like a bubblegum bubble that spreads itself thin around the air trapped inside it until it pops.

But Oikawa has never liked having nothing to do. He gets restless if he’s bored for too long, starts feeling like he’s running out of time or something dumb like that. So Iwaizumi is almost expecting it when Oikawa barges into his room the afternoon of a heavy summer shower, overgrown bangs dripping rainwater into his eyes, a waterlogged piece of paper crumpled in his fist and a familiar hopeful gleam in his eyes.

When Oikawa convinces Iwaizumi to spend their last summer in Japan as camp counselors, Iwaizumi is prepared for bug bites, sunburns, and rowdy children.

He’s not prepared to spend two weeks kissing his best friend in what might just be the worst thought-out summer fling in existence.

— with melting wax and loosened strings

"If Oikawa is Hajime’s home — is Japan — then this room is his shrine. And Oikawa stands in the centre of it, eyes wide and mouth agape."

Hajime is a visual artist. He's been in love with Oikawa for such a long time that his hands know every curve and bend to Oikawa's figure. But now, with thousands of kilometres and hours between them, Iwaizumi is starting to forget Oikawa's features. It's enough to send him spiralling.

Or, 'Devotion, (2020, colourised)'.

Look For Him

She laughs gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so heartbroken before, Hajime.”

Iwaizumi sighs and prods at the mackerel with a chopstick. “Sorry. I can’t help it. It’s just different, you know? Like Oikawa pissed me off so much that now he’s not here I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“But you weren’t always annoyed with him, were you?” his grandmother smiles serenely and takes a sip of her tea. “My, my, Hajime, old women see everything. I saw you out there with my finches, when you were kissing Tooru’s nose. Your mother and father used to do the very same thing, you know, when they were younger. And look how long they’ve lasted. I hope you and Tooru last, Hajime. He’s very good for you.”

-

Oikawa has kissed Iwaizumi more times than either of them can count; it’s a constant thing, their lips never really leaving the other’s skin. There are, however, times when they’ve kissed that are burned into their memories. Eight of them, to be precise.

Cup of sugar

After about a month of his time in Irvine, the first package arrives. It’s standing there, on the table, big and heavy and exuding a familiarity that nearly brings tears to Hajime’s eyes.

“That’s really sweet,” Kevin says, eyeing Hajime’s valiant attempts to cut into the cardboard with a knife, “from your family?”

“My boyfriend,” Hajime clarifies, eyes not even straying to the return address. “That idiot’s the only one who would send me something after one month of being apart.”

Tooru and Hajime go long-distance, and Hajime contemplates whether he's accidentally become a sugar baby.

iwaizumi hajime has a ring

Iwaizumi Hajime has a ring on his finger.

A simple gold band with modest silver trimming resting snuggly on the fourth finger of his left hand.

Hajime is only 23 years old, is only in the midst of the second year of his post-graduate degree, and to Charlie’s apparently outdated knowledge, has been single at the very least since his move to America a little over a year ago.

Imagine his surprise when the dude came waltzing back after a month-long break, with a wedding ring on his finger, legally wed, and not speaking a word about it.

In which Hajime gets married and his friends in California have no idea who the lucky woman is.

KuroKen

And if you leave, will you promise you'll find your way back to me?

“Then it’s settled,” Kuroo says. “I’m going to call you every day, until you get sick of me.”

I could never get sick of you, Kenma thinks but doesn’t say. I think it’s going to be the other way around.

Or: the one where Kuroo goes to university and Kenma tries to deal with missing him, perhaps more than one should miss their best friend.

Show A Little Faith

“Why are you sending me a singing Valentine telegram?" Kenma asks, mouth flattened. "It’s six months until Valentine’s Day.”

“I bought a dwarf over the summer to use as cupid.” Kuroo says. “I figured he could use some practice.”

-

Presenting Kenma as the Boy-Who-Lived, whose living becomes a lot more interesting when Ravenclaw Prince Kuroo Tetsurou starts sending him singing telegrams about defeating the Dark Lord.

you're the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway)

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

the book of love is long and boring

“Since when did you become the all-knowing authority on love,” Kuroo teases as he rests his chin on Kenma’s bed, and Kenma bristles before a frown mars his face.

Because it’s not like Kuroo’s wrong.

-

Kenma's never really thought much about love, until an assignment from class forces him to. And then suddenly, it's the only thing that's on his mind.

teach me the way home

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

My Nameless World (I’ll Let You In)

It’s a modest two-bedroom in the western suburbs, far enough from the bustling crowds to be affordable but still counting, technically, as Tokyo. They’re noisy before they sleep but quiet when they rise, shuffling mutedly out of the door for joint morning runs before bursting back into the apartment for joint morning showers. Shouyou cooks breakfast while Kageyama packs their lunch and gym bags, and they never share a goodbye kiss because they always leave together.

It’s warm and cozy and disgustingly domestic, and it’s probably everything Shouyou’s ever dreamed of.

Except, Kenma thinks irately, Kageyama doesn’t actually live here.

===

Shouyou moves in with Kenma when he ends up in Tokyo for college. Kenma subsequently realizes that half the things in Shouyou’s boxes are actually Kageyama’s because he should have fucking known.

Kagehina

well, maybe i'm a crook

The thing is-- Hinata is in love with Kageyama and everyone knows it, including Kageyama.

by this time next year

"I got offers from two universities," Kageyama announces, pointing at his chest with his thumb. "I'm going to play volleyball at Keio this spring."

"You still have to pass an exam, even if it's an easy one," Takeda-sensei hurries to add, although he is beaming and bursting with pride at his fluffy little crow chick taking off to play volleyball at a university level.

"I'll pass," Kageyama says with the same kind of confidence he uses when he tells Hinata he'll get the toss to him. He looks straight at Hinata, and Hinata jerks and turns red, wondering if maybe Kageyama knew he was daydreaming about something as stupid as the way Kageyama talks to him during a game. But then Kageyama just points at him and says, "You'd better get in, too."

Hinata, stupid, naive, idiot that he is, grins wide and nods and says, "Yeah!"

He doesn't know what he's in for.

Bokuaka

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you)

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

paper rings

Akaashi Keiji knows his relationship with Bokuto Koutarou has an expiration date. It was inevitable. Even the best things must end. Especially with Bokuto's dreams of volleyball stardom on the line, they don't have any other choice. Akaashi has made his peace with that.

Bokuto has other ideas.

surfacing

Keiji’s boyfriend has been cheating on him. During their public confrontation, he ends up walking out with the other man - Bokuto Koutarou. They strike up an unlikely friendship born from the bond of heartbreak, and, eventually, help one another to heal parts of themselves they perhaps hadn't even known were broken.

Alternatively: Bokuto tries to set Akaashi up with a rebound to make up for being “the other man.” It both does and does not go according to plan.

notice me kouhai

This was definitely, somehow, Bokuto's fault.

the strange music of your heart

"Hey," Konoha says, tone hushed, one day after practice when he and Bokuto end up staying behind together. "Akaashi likes you, you know?"

Bokuto is in the process of putting on a clean shirt. "Of course he does," he says, voice too close to his ears under the fabric. "We're friends!" He pulls the shirt down, freeing his head. "What," he says, suddenly self-conscious, "does someone not like me?"

in which akaashi falls for bokuto first.

Miscellaneous

Experimental Probability

Atsumu stares blankly back at him. "So, let me get this straight. Ya want me to kiss ya so you can tell whether or not yer in love with my brother?"

Rin winces at his word choice. "Not exactly how I would have phrased it, but yeah, pretty much."

Or: Suna Rintarou is not in love with his best friend. Scientific evidence would suggest otherwise.

Close to the Chest

It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

seam-ripper

Asahi’s life is prone to falling apart at the very seams, something he has been aware of since his unfortunate birth approximately sixteen long, hard years ago. Due to the infallible accuracy of this fact, Asahi begins his second year of high school by getting involved in his very first physical altercation; he is subsequently subjected to what might be considered the most embarrassing social situation of the decade. And to top it all off with the perfect catastrophe cherry on the disaster sundae that is Asahi’s miserable existence, Suga is laughing at him.

Or, the story of Asahi and Nishinoya’s near-disastrous get-together.

hair smell

“Actually,” Takahiro starts, uncharacteristically serious. “You… Your hair smells nice.”

“My hair?” Issei blinks.

Takahiro nods. “Yeah.” He reaches a hand up, but doesn’t run his fingers through the curls—instead, he pushes them in at his scalp and scratches. He’s clearly very careful not to ruin the frizzy tangles on Issei’s head that are only achievable by means of product, air drying, and then sleeping-but-not-really on rough cotton pillowcases. The gesture is personal; it worms its way into Issei’s heart and takes root there, squeezing tight, pulsing in time with each of his heartbeats.

“I don’t know what it is,” Takahiro confesses. His face is still serious, but the line of his brow is definitely easing. “Your product? Conditioner?”

Issei shrugs. He didn’t even know about his hair smell until just now.

“But, anyway,” Takahiro continues, and he maintains steady eye contact, although his voice is suddenly small. “Sometimes I’ll smell it on someone else, and it makes me think of you.”

“Oh,” Issei says.

the inherent romance of classical conditioning (or, the fine art of emotional recognition)

It's stupid. Atsumu isn't a romantic, no matter how many times he's imagined laying Sakusa out and finally really touching him.

So there's no explanation for why Atsumu is constantly stuck thinking about brushing his fingertips against the meat of Sakusa's palms or the prominent tendons in his freaky wrists.

There's no explanation for why doing dishes sets off a warm burn in his ribcage, or why when he smells disinfectant he inhales like he's walking past a bakery.

Yer doin' this to me, he thinks furiously, as Sakusa derails his thoughts with kisses that come more and more frequently now. Yer conditionin' me, and I can't stop it.

Tending to a Wounded Heart

“Now, Iwaizumi-san, while I am flattered by your interest and must admit you’re very attractive, I must inform you my heart belongs to another, and I’m not sure your dear captain Oikaw-“ Satori wasn’t even able to finish his jest, as a fuming Iwaizumi interrupted him. A blush blooming from his hairline down to his neck.

“I’M NOT HITTING ON YOU, DUMBASS!”

...

After being discovered in the midst of breakdown in the bathroom of Seijoh, Tendou Satori strikes up an unusual friendship with Iwaizumi who seems keen on helping Tendou navigate his own unrequited feelings, despite ignoring his own.

All the while Tendou's teammates are becoming more and more concerned with their blocker's new behavior and mysterious texting buddy.

No more time to waste

Tsukishima Kei has a theory: crushes were originally conceived as a cosmic torture device. Now, he doesn’t exactly have a broad sample size to study, being completely unwilling to engage with either Hinata or Kuroo’s pining for their resolutely-stoic best friends, but it’s true from his experience. He has it worse than them, at any rate. His best friend is the furthest thing imaginable from stoic.

Tsukishima suffers through training camp in a heatwave. His infuriatingly attractive best friend does absolutely nothing to help.

my heart beats for contract law

"You had an emotional breakdown in a McDonalds drive-through."

"Mmm."

"And proposed to me."

"Shhh."

"In a McDonalds drive-through, Hiro."

Takahiro huffs out a nervous laugh, keeping his eyes closed. "You love it," he repeats, nuzzling closer.

Mint and Pine

Yahaba yanks at Kyoutani’s uniform in the club room and ties his tie so tight after morning practice that sometimes Kyoutani thinks he’s trying to fucking strangle him.

don't bother checking my work (i've never cared for math anyway)

It isn’t until Shirabu’s back at LOCCENT that it really sinks in. Forty-eight wins? An impressive number, true, and a definite sign of Ushijima’s strength, especially compared to Tendou. But in anyone else, an unbalanced score like that would indicate a depressingly low chance of drift compatibility.

Drifting with Ushijima was simple statistically, but potentially deadly realistically. And drifting with Tendou? A veritable nightmare. If not for Washijou’s insistence, Shirabu would have dropped him long ago.

Still, something is calling to him. Something beyond numbers and data projections.

Because Ushijima may have knocked Tendou down forty-eight times. But that means there were forty-nine times he got back up.

Overflow

He laid his palm flat over Asahi’s jaw, almost shivering when the sparks fluttered up his arm and settled in his chest. His thumb came to rest in the little dip below Asahi’s lower lip, the skin there quivering with the tremble of Asahi’s mouth.

Glancing away from where he’d been intently watching the path of his fingers, Yuu found Asahi’s eyes wide open, with terror or awe it was hard to tell. And it hit him then what he’d just been doing.

Well, not really hit him. It sank into him, slow and staticky and warm and anxious—the realization that he’d never touched anybody like this before.

[stellar-haikyuu]

haikyuu characters as messages i've sent/received in group chats (pt. 3)

Oikawa (internally, as he aims his serves): sometimes it seems so easy to snap his arm in half

Hanamaki: why did god make bugs that bite us Matsukawa: don’t lose to them, bite them back!

Iwaizumi: LORD I AM NOT YOUR NICEST SOLDIER

Watari: sanity check, how are you guys?

Yahaba (screaming at Kyoutani): THIS WAS YOUR SECOND CHANCE HOW CAN YOU FUCK THIS UP

Kyoutani: "organizer of the group" bitch who assigned you

Kindaichi: this is so CRAZY I DESERVE AN EXPLANATION! i can't let kageyama's pathetic ass be

Kunimi: ughhhh can’t i just say that im at home but cant leave for some important reason

Ushijima: i literally live in a jungle jungle. he lives in a concrete jungle. why is he making my life HARDER?

Goshiki: i’m going to cry coach asked me to give him the paper i was holding so he held his hands out Reon: and? Goshiki: I MISUNDERSTOOD SO I GAVE HIM A HIGH FIVE  Reon: oh, that's fine Goshiki: I WANT TO FALL INTO A HOLE I FEEL SO STUPID

Shirabu: who’s gonna tell goshiki that he’s not the main character Shirabu, again: if he still bothers me when i’m in med school, i’m gonna turn him into a cadaver

Tendou: i once bit a barbie's fingers off when i was a kid Semi: what the fuck

Washijo (ranting about Karasuno, particularly Hinata and Kageyama): why are they always doing things together, have some independence

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[wheredoipunch]

iwaizumi x oikawa

Iwaizumi was feeling jealous.

Usually, none of Oikawa's fangirls bothered him this much. But lately, they had been driving him insane. Actually, it wasn't just the way they licked their lips when Oikawa talked to them, or the way they caressed his shoulder, or even the way they went red when he so much as glimpsed in their direction driving Iwazumi crazy. 

It was the way Oikawa would dazzle them with his most award winning smile when he overheard them gossiping about him, and how he flirtily bit his pink lips (that Iwaizumi had been kissing) and he was scarily good at acting like he was single and–

God, Iwaizumi was so mad.

"Iwa-chan~!" Iwaizumi heard Oikawa yell from across the courtyard. He ran up to Iwaizumi. "Hi, Iwa-chan~" Oikawa grinned. "Wanna sleep over at my place after school?" 

Of course Iwa said yes. He was weak in the knees for Shittykawa, no matter how much of an oblivious ass he was sometimes. He sent his mom a quick text to let her know about the sleepover, and then fell into step next to Oikawa as they headed to his house. As Oikawa rambled on animatedly (he always did), Iwa examined his face. His beautiful face. "No, idiot, you're mad at him, remember?" he scolded himself. 

"Iwa-chan, are you feeling okay?" Oikawa asked, finally stopping his rant about the physics teacher who apparently didn't know how to grade tests properly or something of the sort. Iwa wasn't exactly paying attention. They stopped walking. "Yeah, I'm fine," he muttered. "Just tired." "Of how bad I want you and it feels like you'd rather be with your fans." he added internally. 

"Hajime, look me in the eyes and tell me everything's okay." Oikawa said, gently pulling up the shorter man's chin and looking into his eyes. "It's not." Iwaizumi tears his gaze away from Oikawa's. "What's wrong? You can tell me anything, you know that, Iwa-chan." Oikawa whispered, searching Iwa's eyes for any emotion, anything at all. 

"It's alright, shittykawa. I'll deal with it." Iwaizumi said. 

"No, it's not alright. Tell me, please. I can help." Oikawa breathed.

"I'm jealous." 

"What?"

"I SAID I'M FUCKING JEALOUS, SHITTYKAWA. YOU SPEND EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY FLIRTING WITH GIRLS WHO AREN'T ME, SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AND WHAT NOT. I KNOW WE AGREED ON KEEPING THIS, US, SECRET, BUT IF THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS, I DON'T WANT IT. I DON'T WANT SNEAKY KISSES AND LOCKER ROOM MAKE OUTS AND NOT BEING ABLE TO DO SO MUCH AS HOLD YOUR HAND IN PUBLIC. I DON'T WANT THAT. I WANT YOU SO MUCH, BUT NOT LIKE THIS." Iwaizumi yelled, tears streaming down his face now. "God, I just want you and you just want fame. It's fucking pathetic. Do you love me, Oikawa?"

Oikawa looked at the ground, crying too now.

"I SAID DO YOU LOVE ME, TOORU?" Iwaizumi screamed, voice raw and cracking with emotion. 

"YES! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, HAJIME. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD." Oikawa shouted. "I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!"

"Then how come the world can't know that?" Iwaizumi whispered defeatedly, crying harder. 

Oikawa stared into Iwaizumi's chocolate brown eyes and moved closer. All of a sudden, his lips were on Iwa's. Iwaizumi's eyes widened in surprise, but after a few seconds, he melted into his lover's arms. Oikawa tasted like tears and sweetness and something entirely him. 

"I love you so much, Hajime," Oikawa muttered between kisses. "Please don't doubt that ever. I love you more than volleyball." 

Iwaizumi snorted. "That's my competitor? Volleyball?" 

"Yes, Iwa-chan."

"You're a weirdo."

"I'm your weirdo."

"That you are." Iwaizumi chuckled.

"I LOVE IWAIZUMI HAJIME!" Oikawa climbed a nearby bench and yelled. "SHHH! SHITTYKAWA! WE'RE IN PUBLIC! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" Iwa screamed, blushing a bright red. "I DON'T CARE. I'M BI, AND I'M IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND!" Oikawa shouted. Iwa grabbed him by his waist and pulled him down.

"Shut up, trashykawa," he mumbled. "I love you too."

"Who doesn't?" Oikawa said, his usual air of cockiness surrounding him once more.

"Shut up."

"Make me, Iwa-chan~"

And so Iwa did. 

[yatsurinamikaze]

Deja Vu

Oikawa Tooru x Reader (angst, fluff)

Chapter 6

Another year slips by, and your internship is drawing to a close. Soon, you’ll begin your residency at a prestigious hospital. This past year has been a relentless roller-coaster for both of you. The internship has pushed you to the edge, leaving you exhausted and frayed, while Tooru’s schedule is more demanding than ever. The moments you share are rare and fleeting. By the time he gets home, you’re already lost in a deep, exhausted sleep. When he wakes up, you’re already preparing for your shift, arriving early to secure the best cases.

One night, you return to an apartment that feels emptier than usual. It’s been a particularly harrowing day. During your OB-GYN rotation, you assisted in delivering a baby after 14 grueling hours of labor. The moment you usually cherish—the baby’s first cry, a sound that signifies life and relief—never came.

You waited, gently patting the baby, desperate for that reassuring cry. But silence hung heavy in the room, transforming the mother’s agonizing screams into heart-wrenching cries of shock and loss. You had followed every protocol perfectly. What did I do wrong? You backed away, shaking your head, and fled to your locker, your scrubs stained with blood. After a shower, you went home, feeling trapped in your mind, thoughts spiraling uncontrollably.

You needed him. You needed Tooru, but he was in Italy for an international tournament. The following days didn’t get any easier. You struggled with even the simplest tasks at work—finding a vein for a drip, inserting a central line, intubating. Every time you tried to focus, the mother’s devastated face haunted you. Your mind was clouded with fear and doubt. Your resident noticed and, understanding that this happens to the best doctors, advised you to take some time off.

You spent days in bed, moving only for the barest necessities. The apartment felt colder, the silence deafening. You questioned everything—your life, your decisions, your relationship with Tooru. How long had it been since you last spoke? A month? Three? You couldn’t even remember.

One night, you lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, fighting back tears. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the ticking of a clock, each second amplifying your loneliness. You sighed and curled up, hugging a pillow. A tear slid down your cheek as you thought about all the lonely dinners, the late nights after exhausting shifts with no one to greet you. Where did it all go wrong? You always made time for each other. You were there. You took in a shaky breath. Of course, it’s nobody’s fault. You’re both young, still learning to juggle your busy lives, trying to live it all. It’s nobody’s fault.

Tooru came home a few days later, the excitement of seeing you evident in his hurried steps. But the moment he stepped inside, the sight of half-empty rooms greeted him. The smile on his face vanished when he saw your slouched, defeated figure on the couch. He rushed to you, his hands trembling as he gently cupped your face, tilting your head up. “What is it, Y/N?” His voice was soft, filled with worry, as he searched your empty eyes for answers.

“You don’t see me anymore, Tooru,” you whispered, placing your hands over his. “I’m sorry.” Tears welled up in his eyes, his heart breaking. “Don’t say that. It’s just you and me. I know things have been busy, but it’s you and me.”

You took a shaky breath, your voice trembling with emotion. “We’re not there for each other, Tooru. There’s no companionship.” He sighed deeply, the weight of the world pressing down on him. He dropped his hands and sat on the table in front of you. “Is there nothing we can do to fix this?”

Tears streaming down your face, you shook your head. “I need to work on myself, Tooru. I’m not doing well. I just... I need to, I can’t…” Your breathing became erratic, panic rising within you. Tooru grabbed your hands, his touch grounding you. “Hey, look at me. Breathe, okay? In, out.” You followed his lead, your breaths slowly steadying, but the pain remained.

After an hour of silence, broken only by the sound of your breathing, Tooru tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He looked at you, seeing how fragile you had become, the light in your eyes dimmed by exhaustion and sorrow. You looked defeated, a shadow of the vibrant person he fell in love with. He wanted to help you through this, to be there for you, but he knew you needed to do it alone, even if it cost him his happiness. As long as you were happy, so was he. “You’ve made up your mind?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded weakly, the weight of your decision pressing down on you. Tooru mirrored your nod, accepting the inevitable, though it tore him apart.

And so, in the dim light of your once-shared home, with the silence deafening around you, you broke up.

Masterlist | Chapter 7

[cerisesakurainspring]

Iwaizumi's Route #trois

Graduation Day: Iwa's POV

I tried to think of things unrelated to the turbulent of complicated emotions swirling wildly in me, but the anchors of misery kept me chained at the bottom of the sea of melancholia.

In frustration, I kicked at a snowball and watched it fall on the frozen water.

"Everyone's looking for you."

I lifted my head in surprise at Celeste's voice. She had an uneasy smile as she paused beside me. "They said they'll wait for us at the okonomiyaki place."

"I see." I felt my heart scream fervently at her closeness, and I had to turn away. "Then let's go."

I was stopped by her delicate hand clutching my uniform sleeve. "Are you okay?" She asked, concern evident in her voice.

I hummed and forced a smile. "After you." I gestured at the open space with my left arm.

"You look sad." She ignored my attempt to escape.

"I'm just feeling sentimental for the end of an era. Who would have thought graduation would make one feel nostalgic?" The fake smile on my face was getting difficult to maintain.

She lightly nodded in understanding, "Is it about Too-chi?"

"I guess." I chuckled lightly. Nothing escapes her attentive eyes. "I guess I can't believe one of my best friend is moving to another country so soon, when you have just returned too."

"Do you want to cry?" Her innocent question was devoid of judgement but rather an invitation for me to be vulnerable and honest with my emotions.

I shook my head and watched the edge of the frozen river crack from the pressure of the current underneath its thinning layer of ice.

"It does make me feel quite melancholy. He's always expressed his interest in going international with volleyball. I just hoped it wouldn't be too soon." I let out.

"It hits differently, right?" she lightly dusted something off my uniform, and I looked at her inquiringly, but she kept staring at my grad pin quite pensively. "The three of us may be childhood best friends, but you two grew up alongside each other."

A slight envy crossed her eyes momentarily, but she continued, "I would admit, I'm a bit jealous because I've missed out on so many years with you two. If I hadn't moved to Australia, we would have made many more memories before we parted ways again."

I couldn't help but feel sad at her forlorn look.

"Fate doesn't care for what the heart desires," I said bitterly, "It does as it pleases."

"That's why you must be the maker of your own destiny." She countered.

I wish it'd be that easy, I thought internally. "What if fate prevents you from your destiny?"

"Then you fight it with all your might." She looked at the sky and continued, "If it doesn't change anything, then that is it. At least you've fought well for what your heart desired."

Her blue orbs returned their attention to me, pulling me into the abyss of yearning.

A sense of ambivalence settled around me like a heavy fog, making the road ahead more uncertain than before.

The silence dragged on, and I was grateful for the quietude until she suddenly brought up a topic I wanted to avoid. "Why did you run away after kissing me?"

The question brought upon an image of her wrapped in Tooru's embrace, a scene I have desperately tried to forget.

"I'm sorry, Ce-chi, but I'm not in the right headspace right now. Can we talk about it next time?"

"Next time?" Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "Why are you like this?! Are you playing me?!" She pounded both her arms at my chest.

Her sudden anger sent a spiral of emotions to rage within me.

"You think you are being selfless, but you're really hurting the people around you."

I frowned at her statement.

I'm selfish?

"Do you think it's easy for me?!" I grabbed both of her hands to still them. "You have no idea how much torment gnaws at me every day."

"Seeing you so close with Tooru. I shouldn't care, you know. He's also your best friend, after all, but every day part of me just dies. I wish I could numb it. I hope I can be happy for you two. I wish I could give you my full support, but all I truly want is for you to choose me. You don't know how much my heart aches for you, how much it breaks when the two of you.." I paused at her smiling face and couldn't help but feel my temper boil. "Why are you smiling?"

Her eyes glazed with what looked like relief and joy. Before I could make sense of why her mood suddenly changed, she pulled on the collars of my uniform and intertwined her lips with mine.

My eyes widened at the abrupt gesture, and the embers I had despairingly tried to smother fanned themselves to life. Those flames of longing burned through every inch of me.

I ached to kiss her back, but my conscience held me by the neck. Instead, I closed my eyes tightly and relished the softness of her lips.

I didn't pull away. I waited for her to.

"Do you not like my kisses?" she breathed out.

"I do." I didn't care for the tremor in my voice as I loosened her grasp on my collar. "I just can't."

I wasn't sure if she heard the last part because of how small my voice was.

"Ce-chi, I'm sorry, but Tooru.."

"Does not like me that way." she interrupted and sighed frustratingly. "Wow, you're quite dense, aren't you."

My frown deepened, "I'm certain he does."

"Then you are mistaken."

"You know he does. You've been much closer lately, no?" The memories of them filled my heart with ache.

"We were vexing you into confession!"

"What about when he was hugging you there?" I said at the same time and pointed at the edge of the river bank.

"He was trying to comfort me because you ran away after kissing me, you idiot!!" she screamed in exasperation.

Slowly, the cogs in my brain started to put two and two together. My eyebrows knitted at the overwhelming realization. Tooru isn't in love with her?

My heart raced madly like it was ready to escape from my chest.

Celeste's eyes became watery, and she bit her lips to prevent a sob. The look tugged at my heart, and I internally berated myself for the unnecessary pain I made her go through.

She looked down, and strands of her hair fell, covering a part of her angelic face.

I grasped her hair with shaking hands and brushed it past her shoulders as my hand found its way behind her neck.

Without giving her time to react, I crashed my craving lips into hers, hunger expressed with every kiss.

I poured all my unspoken emotions into it, and she responded with the same eagerness as she wrapped her arm around my head and clasped my hair with the other, while I snaked my left arm around her waist, bringing her closer.

The warm feeling enveloped me with euphoria, and I deepened the kiss.

Her wet lashes brushed on my cheeks, and my thumb caressed the tears of joy away.

I didn't want to disconnect my lips from her, but sadly, we were both running out of breath.

We separated briefly, and she put a finger on it before I could reconnect my lips with hers.

"Are you going to run away again?" She asked in hiccups.

I struggled to find the right words to say and instead kissed her lips once more. It was less intense but more passionate this time before wrapping her in a warm hug. I buried my face on top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent that felt like home.

A sense of relief washed over me, and I felt my shoulders relax in her embrace.

At that moment, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

~~Excerpt from Courting Victory

[miyamorana]

Tagged by @galauvant!

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

1) The call comes about a week after the Olympics’ closing ceremony. (Hurry Back to You, Haikyuu!!, AtsuHina)

2) Arthur slowly comes back to himself. (Once and Future, Merlin, Merthur)

3) Derek wakes up with his heart racing, a strangled scream in his throat. (The Memory of Fire, Teen Wolf, Sterek)

4) “Stop moping, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says, wrapping his arm around Hajime’s shoulders and steering him towards the dancefloor. (Graduation, Haikyuu!!, IwaOi)

5) Kenma grumbles internally as the boss fight goes into its second stage. (Crowd Control, Haikyuu!!, KuroKen)

6) “Hob Gadling.” (White Horse, The Sandman, Dreamling)

7) Kuroo helps him move into the new house. (Moving Day, Haikyuu!!, KuroKen)

8) Atsumu had heard a lot about Shouyou’s beloved baby sister Natsu and how passionate she was about volleyball (she had made it onto Niiyama’s starting roster as a first year, which was pretty impressive) so he wasn’t expecting the first thing she’d demand from him as they eventually met to be an overly- excited “tell me your star sign!” (Destined, Haikyuu!!, AtsuHina)

9) “Mom says we’re not allowed to go into the tall grass.” (Your Own Path, Haikyuu!!, AtsuHina)

10) The key turned in the lock. (The Lady, Original)

Number 8 if from a 3-sentence fic, I don’t usually write long, ramble-y things like that. XD

A lot of my writing friends have been tagged/done this already and I’m too lazy to check who hasn’t, so. IF YOU’RE A FANFIC WRITER and you haven’t been tagged yet, I’m tagging you. Yes, all of you.

[voidcat]

WE WENT TO CAFES TGT BC "THEY GOT GREAT DEALS IF U GO AS A COUPLE AHAHAH WE R JUST PLAYING PRETEND" SO MANY TIMES IT MAKES THEM SICK

tsukki is SICK of our bs. kuroo finds it adorable (and enjoys seeing others suffer) bokuto is absolutely delighted to see you happy but every time i touch the corner of ur mouth or ur cheek bc "u got smt there" he feels like he will combust. he wants to be in my place so well he is screaming internally. oikawa is just mad jealous he's throwing a fit at iwa nonstop (iwa will scold me for stirring shit up later...)

LET USPLS DO HAIKYUU SELF INSERTS N B V SO GOOD SO CLOSE FRIENDS THAT UR HQ S/OS SOMETIMES SUSPECT IF OUR SELF INSERTS WERE OR ARE SECRETLY A THING KLTJDTFGNKLSDHNLKBSÇ

PLEASE????? I WANT THIS SO BAD?????

literally getting the fucking side eye. theyre like "hold awn. are they gonna fucking leave us." JHKADSBFJHASD

[kteabug]

I commissioned this piece from @/xutirix on instagram. Check our their work, it is all so amazing!

I am just in love! This is a little glimpse of Oikawa (and his new hairstyle) in the upcoming chapter (resfeber) of just out of reach.

Also, he’s in his high school uniform because I say so lol 

[hello-mr-turtle]

Oh, look, a doodle page. Again.

[byunbqbes]

WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON THEIR DESKMATE

ft. kageyama, atsumu, iwaizumi

Kageyama

the little milk packets start appearing on an unsuspecting tuesday afternoon, after school

you've been nodding off the whole day in school so you went to the toilet to rinse your face and freshen up

but when you return, a packet of milk sits at the corner of your desk

you're even more confused when a packet of milk appears again the day after, and the day after that, AND all the days after that

one day, you decide to confide in your (cute) deskmate kageyama and ask him if he has seen anybody entering your classroom to secretly give you milk these days

kageyama is IMMEDIATELY blushing and spluttering, "err, m-maybe you have a secret admirer?"

he's internally screaming - is he giving away too much? what if you find out? he's definitely not ready -

turns out he has nothing to worry about. you have hired him for your brand new mission: CATCHING YOUR SECRET ADMIRER !!

not your brightest moment 😭😭

not that kageyama has anything against that! he gets to spend significantly more time with you and he's slowly learning about your favourite snacks

so instead of one packet of milk, you're starting to receive one pack of milk AND your favourite bar of chocolate

the bar of chocolate is coincidentally the brand that you mentioned to kageyama before

now you have growing suspicions of kageyama tobio, your fellow detective in mission

your suspicions are confirmed on an unsuspecting tuesday afternoon, after school

you're returning from the toilet quickly, rushing off for extracurriculars, then you're seeing this familiar figure with a mop of black hair outside your classroom

this boy is gripping onto homemade cookies a little too hard and breathing a bit too hard

you narrow your eyes and rush up to him, "kageyama? don't you have volleyball right now?"

kageyama quickly hides the cookies behind his back and stutters out, "i - practice hasn't started..."

you're about to leave it at that but something made you wink at him, teasing, "oh, and by the way, did i mention that i like cookies? especially homemade chocolate chip ones"

then he's blurting out, "ilikeyoualot"

you: "what did you say?"

Atsumu

when Atsumu has a crush on you, the WHOLE world AND their mothers will know

well,,, the whole world,,,except you apparently

he can literally ask, "go out with me?" while leaning into you and tucking stray pieces of your hair behind your ear

and you'd just be scoffing, "ha. that's funny, atsumu."

does the thing where he ignores all his fangirls - he ONLY has eyes for you

he's literally ALWAYS staring openly at you

on one of the days, he notices you scrambling around for your history book

he immediately puts his textbook on your table

Atsumu gets scolded by your teacher for you

he definitely nudges you in the middle of class and make you play tic tac toe with him

or draws the worst renditions of your teachers and makes you snicker in class

you're so used to his presence and the smell of his laundry when he leans in too close that on days he's absent from volleyball competitions, you feel...weirdly sad.

and then he's suddenly back and begging you to tutor him

Atsumu gets to be tutored by the smartest girl in class while he takes this opportunity to stare at you - it's a win for him

when he sees the way you furrow your brows and stick your tongue out in concentration, reality is suddenly hitting him HARD

he really has to ask you out properly some time very soon.

can't risk losing you to some other mf lol

Iwaizumi

your shy little desk neighbour

has the cutest blush on his cheeks when you steal his stationery

the 3rd years know about his little crush on you

"SO WHEN IS OUR IWA-CHAN GOING TO ASK HIS DESKIE OUT --" Oikawa hollers while he gives you a wink

let's just say Oikawa got put in an immediate headlock

you're sick and absent from school one day

Iwaizumi needs to bring your homework to your house

he swears he's going to throw up from all the nerves

just imagining you in your cute teddy pjs makes his heart stutter

he literally bounces around the front of your house and takes dramatic deep breaths before he rings the doorbell

when you answer the door, Iwa is blinking helplessly at your oversized shirt and shorts

you need to clear your throat multiple times before he snaps out and stutters, "I-I'm here to pass you your work"

you give him the most breathtaking smile and ask him about his day at school

he elaborates about how boring school was and eventually holds up some vitamin gummies, saying, "these aren't much...i just saw these on the way here and -"

and your mom is interrupting Iwaizumi as her gaze jumps from you to him, "Y/N! How dare you hide your boyfriend from your family! C'mon in!"

as she beckons him over, you and Iwaizumi are left blinking at each other

🌷 reblogs are very appreciated!!

[julia-1901]

when you take their hand in yours for the first time.

feat: haikyuu characters

genre: fluff

they look like they don't care. like it isn't the first time you had done that, but they can feel their cheeks heat up and their chest feeling warmer than usually. they don't mind tho. they like the way your hand fits in theirs. tilting their head to your direction they send you a soft smile, assuring you that they're fine with you, holding their hand.

↳ kita, akaashi, kenma, daichi, ushijima, aone, daichi, kageyama, osamu, iwaizumi, meian, asahi, aran.

might let out some comment, but they actually very much like it. if you let go of their hand, thinking that it bothers them if you hold it, they'll say something like ''who said you should let go?'' and take it back. they'll probably start taking your hand more often and act as if they didin't do anything. (might slide your hands into his pockets whenever it's cold.)

↳ tsukishima, mattsun, oikawa, kageyama.

internally screaming. will look at your hands a lot. he's smiling like a lovesick idiot, being extremely proud to hold your hand. and if they think your other hand is getting cold, they'll simply change position and warm up your other hand in his. from that moment on, he'll never miss an opportunity to take your hand.

↳ bokuto, kuroo, nishinoya, tanaka, koganegawa, goshiki, sugawara, hinata, tendou.

♡ reblogs are appreciated!

masterlist

[semifilms]

they catch you staring, gender neutral reader, reblogs appreciated! not proofread.

characters, kiyoomi sakusa, eita semi, atsumu miya, tooru oikawa, kei tsukishima

sakusa felt your eyes on him from the other side of the room. his first instinct was to look and see who it was. i mean h read studying in the library and feeling a part of eyes on him was not helping. glancing up through his thick eyelashes he looked around the silent room until his eyes stopped onto you. it took you a moment to realize he was staring back at you. when you did realize you grew embarrassed and looked away immediately. if it wasn’t for the mask on his face and you already looking away you could’ve seen the small smirk on his face shortly followed by a low chuckle. it was entertaining to him nonetheless.

it wasn’t unusual for people to come in and watch practices to see ushijima but when semi was getting a drink from his water bottle and felt eyes on him he was surely mistaken. right? wrong. looking around the gym he saw in the stands a group of people giggling and pointing in ushijimas direction which was on the other side of the gym. but then there was you, in the front of the group facing up in that direction but looking back to catch a glimpse of the pinch setter. semi. when he realized this he was shocked. someone as attractive as you looking at him?? he mustered up enough courage to send you a small smile and nod before getting back on the court. you smiled back ofc. (and screamed internally)

atsumu had of course caught plenty of people staring at him. sometimes he was cocky about it other times he was irritated. for some reason though when he caught you—one of the very few people who didn’t want to be bothered with his presence staring at him. oh he was not going to let this go. he doesn’t say anything to you that moment but the first chance he does get he’s messing with you about it. “were ya checkin’ me out the other day?” he’d ask with a smirk. “fuck off miya,” you’d respond in a deadpan. no, he did not fuck off.

oikawa was a flirt, it’s a very known fact. he thinks it’s fun and or funny, especially seeing the person in the receiving end's reaction. in this case, the two of you were in class and you sat on the complete opposite side of the room from him and just one row ahead. everyone had been taking notes but you kept glancing back to look at oikawa. i mean could you blame yourself? he was attractive. now denying it. so what if you wanna reward yourself a glance after taking boring notes on god knows what. the next time you went to look back though he’d already been staring back at you. a smirk on his face before he sent you a wink and went back to writing. yeah. you didn’t look back after that. you could barely finish taking notes.

tsukishima like anyone else is used to people staring at him. whether it be his height or the fact that he’s extremely attractive. he was used to it. it wasn’t an all-the-time thing though where people just stared at him and swooned like for oikawa or atsumu. but when he caught you talking with your friends and glancing in his direction mid-conversation he had no idea what to do. messing with you was always an option but he immediately looked away and avoided looking back in your direction. did you…fluster him? but why you? did he…like you? 100%. but you assumed he wasn’t going to mess with you about the incident and you were great full u til after school when he and yamaguchi walked with you home. endless. teasing.

©semifilms do not copyright or plagiarize my work.