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Series of fortunate events

pairing: oikawa tooru x fem!reader

summary: the three times that oikawa tried get your attention, and the one time you noticed.

Question of the day: who’s ur fav haikyuu character? (Comment down below hehe)

a/n: self indulgent as frick and didnt check spelling soooo; reblogs r appreciated!!

Oikawa thought he was smooth with the ladies.

Hell, he even had a fan club that would occasionally bake him his precious milk bread.

He got girls wanting to be with him, and guys wanting to be him.

Oh, but alas, he had his eyes on one girl. Specifically, the girl in his econ class.

And, of course, she didn't give him the time of day.

It's not that you actively ignored Oikawa, you just were preoccupied with other things in your life.

And Oikawa loved that about you. You were so driven and a hard worker yet you made it look easy.

You did things so gracefully, that Oikawa started suspecting you're some kind of angel or something.

And don't get him started on how pretty you were. Iwaizumi has had enough of Oikawa gushing about how beautiful you looked during lunch.

"If you don't confess to her already, I'm so beating your ass, Shittykawa"

"That's not the greatest motivator, you know!"

It's easier said than done, Oikawa thinks.

First attempt.

He would get your coffee order, present it to you, you take notice of his thoughtfulness, and fall in love with him.

Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

Oikawa noticed that you always had a hazelnut latte when you studied in the library on Mondays.

Don't ask why he knew your routine, he is just in-tune towards his crush that's all.

Definitely not occasionally following you around like a love-sick puppy. Of course not. That would be ridiculously ridiculous.

Oikawa was now walking to the library with two cups of joe in both of his hands.

He was nervous. He felt he might crush the paper cups with how hard he was gripping it.

His heart was beating so damn loud that he couldn't even hear his footsteps and tuned out all the people around him.

He was second-guessing, was this your coffee order? Did he just imagine it? What if you had a change of heart and hated lattes?

He eventually reached the library in the time of overthinking.

The doors to the library were closed, so he was peering in through the small windows to see where you were.

Knowing where you were would make his entrance seem more casual and cool when he eventually would walk up to you.

Boy was planning his whole speech, even a choreographed hair flip.

And, he was mentally preparing himself to look at your pretty face.

Gosh, you were so pretty.

While looking through, he didn't see you at any of the tables. He frowned.

Were you not there? Did you leave early today? If you did, his plans were foiled.

Oikawa felt a pang in his chest at the thought of failing. His shoulders visibly lowered at the depressing thought.

Then, it all happened all at once.

The library's door swung open, revealing you. If Oikawa took a step closer, he would have been hit by the sudden door opening. Simultaneously, a student had bumped into Oikawa's back, pushing him forward.

Your sudden appearance and the bump startled him, loosing his footing, but he was able to not fall on his face.

But, your favorite coffee beverage that was meant for you was now on your white blouse.

Y/n squeaked at the impact, knowing she couldn't really make more noise as she was partially still in the library.

The silence was loud, if that makes sense. Some people nearby were staring at the incident.

Oikawa fixated on the sound of the dripping of the caffeinated beverage.

Oh god, how can you mess up that badly. She probably thinks that you are the biggest dork to ever live.

Oikawa felt sick, like he was going to hurl.

The embarrassment made him look down, not being able to look you in your eyes.

Oikawa was caught up in his head and tuned out your concerned voice.

As much you were the one that coffee dripping from your shirt, you were asking if he was okay as his ears were turning red.

"S-sorry!" and with that, Oikawa sped walk away.

"Ooh, yeah, that's pretty bad" Matsukawa chimed in.

Oikawa blew out air in frustration.

"Have you tried talking to her since?"

"And say what? Hey, I know I spilled coffee on you, but I am practically in love with you so would you mind going on a date with me?" Oikawa indulges the idea.

"Well, at least you're being forward." Iwaizumi adds in.

Oikawa pouts and crossed his arms.

"What about you invite her to one of our practices? Hate to admit it, but girls tend to swoon over you when they watch you play." Iwaizumi offers with a shrug.

Oikawa gasp a the realization as if a light bulb appeared on top of his brown haired head.

"You're right! After watching my clever plays, it would be a piece of cake to sweep her off her feet. As if anyone can resist my charm." Oikawa puts his hands on his hips, chest swelling up with pride.

"Don't make me throw this volleyball at your face."

Attempt 2

Oikawa sat behind you in econ class. He decided to do the classic note passing to ask you to attend one of his practices.

"Hi! I'm sorry about the coffee incident! Would you mind me making up to you by inviting you to one of my volleyball practices?" was written on a piece torn from oikawa's notebook with a small winky face.

Aoba Johsai's volleyball typically didn't have observers/visitors. Other than other schools coming in for skirmages, but for the most part, no one else out of that social circle would be in a practice.

Y/n smiled down at the note as the feeling of warmth spread throughout her chest and face. She quickly jotted down her answer as an easy "yes! I would love to. Thx for the invite!"

The bell rang and Y/n got out of her seat, sending a smile and a wave to Oikawa, "Can't wait!" as she left the class.

To say Oikawa was happy was an understatement.

Overjoyed? Ecstatic? Thrilled? That, times 10.

As soon as you were out of the classroom, he pumped his fist in the air in victory, earning some weird glances from other students.

Oh boy, but he did not care.

He just scored some swooning time from you.

The day of practice arrived.

Oikawa kept making glances at the gym doors every couple minutes.

“She’ll be here, stop worrying or you’ll get gray hair”

Oikawa pouts.

Why weren’t you here yet? Given, it’s only been a couple minutes since school ended, but your last class wasn’t too far from the gym. So, naturally Oikawa worried.

But then, the steel door slides open and your head pops in and looks around, scanning.

Your eyes land on him and he can feel himself immediately standing straighter.

With recognition, you offer a small wave and a cheesy grin.

Oikawa feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. Gosh, you were adorable.

Oikawa jogs over to your entrance, “Hey! I’m glad you are able to make it!” He admits with a hand behind his head.

“Yeah, definitely. I wouldn’t want to miss a practice of THE seijoh volleyball club, of course” you giggled at your exaggeration.

Oh my god. Your giggle. Oikawa notes to look up some cheesy jokes later, he wants to hear that giggle of yours more.

“Well, well, well look what we have here.”

A voice chimes, approaching the pair. Hanamaki makes his way over.

He pats, or well, slaps, Oikawa's back, making him lurch a bit forward at the impact.

Way to make me look cool, Makki. Oikawa thinks.

“Is this THE y/n that I’ve heard so much about?”

Y/n tilts her head in confusion.

Oh my god, Oikawa feels his heart squeeze. You are too cute.

However Oikawa finally registers what Makki said.

Y/n wasn’t really popular so she was confused, “Who was talking about me?-"

She gets cut off but a tomato Oikawa.

“You are at the top for most of your classes so it makes sense that he’s heard of you. I-I mean there’s not a lot of people who go here so it’s a small world really. ” Oikawa rambles and frantically waves his hand around to change the subject quickly.

As much as Y/n is smart, she is equally dumb in understanding affection.

“Right yeah, that makes sense, I guess.” She shrugs it off, “You guys should probably head over and do your stretches.” Y/n notices that the coach has entered the gym.

The two volleyball looks over and nods their heads in agreement and make their way over. However, there definitely was a slight shove from the brown haired boy to his teammate.

As practice continued, it consisted of a lot of Oikawa showing off and making quick glances at Y/n to make sure she was watching.

Surely enough, she was watching and, of course, she was impressed. At some point Oikawa pulled the cliché of dedicating one of his excellent serves to Y/n, but the cheesiness wasn't enough to not make Y/n blush.

Then, the coach called to do some scrimmages between the team as they could form two whole teams.

Oikawa looked over at Y/n, her eyes cast down at her lap as she was on her phone, texting someone probably.

Cue WorryOikawa. Is she bored? Did I bore her? Does she want to leave? No, that would mess up my plan on walking her home and asking her out. Oikawa pouted that would probably cause him wrinkles in the future.

However, a clever idea popped up in his love-struck head. Oikawa jogged his way over his crush.

Y/n looked up expectantly and put down her phone and smiled. Oikawa could melt into a puddle, for real. His mind goes blank for a hot second.

"What's up?"

Oikawa almost got distracted and forgot about his mission, "Uh, we are going to start a match and I was wondering if you would want to be a line judge?"

"Oh, yeah sure! Sounds like fun."

Oikawa smiled and guided to Y/n where typical line judges stand, explaining her role in the most clear way possible.

Y/n had a simple understanding of volleyball, so she felt like watching where the ball goes won't be too hard. What can go wrong?

Oh, if she only knew.

The match began and both teams were giving it their all. Each time didn't pull forward a lot as the points were always near each other. With every spike, there was a block, then a counter, and repeated.

Then, during a long rally that felt like it was never going to end, Y/n was on the opposite side of where Oikawa's team played, watching the sidelines.

Oikawa sticks to his tried and true by sending a quick toss to Iwaizumi. It was a bit low, but he could make it work.

The opposing team, who was trying to narrow the course of his spikes for the majority of the match finally decided to commit to a three person block, providing immense pressure on the ace.

Y/n looked in awe at how it seemed like Iwaizumi stopped in mid-air.

It happened quite quickly, to be honest. One second, Y/n was staring at the line, but now she was staring at the ceiling of the gymnasium with a stinging feeling on her forehead and the bridge of her nose.

Feeling the pressure of the three person block, Iwaizumi was hoping a nice, sharp line shot, but his aiming was a bit flawed as it hit Y/n straight in her pretty face.

The impact sounded hard.

Y/n felt tears begin as her nose and forehead stung.

Oikawa watched in horror as his blood ran cold. As much as he wasn't the one spiking, it was a ball that he tossed and so he still felt extremely guilty.

He snapped back in reality, when he heard you say an audible "Ow" as you put your hand over where the ball made impact and sat up from the ground.

He ran towards you and noticed your tears.

He felt awful. Making your crush cry isn't something that anyone aims for.

"Are you okay, Y/n? Here, let me take you to the nurse's office."

However, coach was quick to shut down that idea as Oikawa was the setter and one of the important cogs in this well oiled machine.

Instead, coach offered to have one of the second years who were sitting on the sidelines to take Y/n to the nurse.

"But-" Oikawa starts to protest, but finds that refuting will only lead to unnecessary punishment.

The coach ends up calling one of the second years that were on the side lines to bring Y/n to the nurse. Oikawa pouts at the constriction in his chest that makes it hard to breathe.

He was pulled out of his pity party by a slap on his back, which shocked him, but he already knew who it was.

"It's going to be fine. Third times the charm", Iwaizumi reassures his childhood friend.

It's touching, really.

Oikawa has sought girl after girl in the past.

Iwaizumi knows this. He has to deal with the yapping of Oikawa every time he thinks he has found the "love of his life".

Weirdly enough, Oikawa's track record of significant others isn't the greatest. As much as he has many fangirls swarming around him, he tends to fixates on volleyball and disregards time with his partner, resulting in the end of the romantic relationship.

So, you can imagine the confusion on Iwaizumi's face as he watched Oikawa ponder what coffee order he should get to appear "cool" to you.

The amount of effort and time Oikawa is putting in his little profession of love is telling in of itself.

Not to mention, Oikawa doesn't know this, but Iwaizumi shares a class with Y/n and thinks they are really sweet and hardworking. So, he may not look it, but he is rooting for Oikawa and Y/n to get together.

Third attempt.

Flowers and chocolates. What could possibly go wrong? Stripping away all of the fluffy fluff and getting down to the basics.

At least, that's what Oikawa is telling himself.

He awaits for the period before lunch to end, that way, when he professes his love, he is able to either run away to his usual spot or spend a nice, relaxing lunch with his crush.

To ensure productivity, Oikawa practiced running to his locker, grabbing the flowers and chocolates, and calculating the fastest route to your class, so he wouldn't miss you by too much.

Oh, Oikawa. You didn't think about the lunch rush? And, of course, his fan club.

He is breaking a bit of sweat, clutching the flowers like his life depended on it and if he held onto the box of chocolates any tighter, the chocolates would be either crushed or melted.

Nonetheless, he makes it your class and takes a breathe, taking a peek inside. There you were in all your oblivious glory, packing your school bag. Oikawa sighed, you had a half of your hair up with a white bow holding it. Gosh, you were cute.

Oikawa blinked back into reality. He didn't realize the amount of students around him as they were going to their lockers or making their way to the lunchroom.

Oikawa takes a breathe and hyped himself up to talk to you, but he gets interrupted when a small girl with a bento box approaches him. He recognizes her as one of the girls who tends to cheer Seijoh's away matches.

He flashes a smile and says thank you. His eyes keep darting to the girl and Y/n's classroom door, making sure he doesn't miss his chance. He tries to keep the conversation short and simple because he is on the verge of professing his love to his crush.

Much to his dismay, other girls who have also openly claimed to be a part of Oikawa's fan club, makes their way over to him, as they thought this was a perfect opportunity for them to show their support by giving small baked gifts and other such things.

Oh, Oikawa was practically dying inside.

But, the moment he saw your white bow walk outside the classroom, his eyes widened. This is it. He drowned out the others and let out a "Y/n!" in an attempt to get your attention.

Oh, curse the lunch rush because Y/n does not end up turning around to see him, but looks around to see who called her.

Oikawa quickly tries to raise one hand, but the fangirls have formed a circle around him and the array of people walking up and down the halls are not in his favor.

Y/n, however, makes eye contact with Oikawa eventually, and Oikawa feels as if the air has been knocked out of him.

This is it. Y/n smiles at the familiarity, but then she casts her attention to the girls swarming him, and then back to Oikawa.

There's something behind her eyes, but Oikawa can't put his finger on it. But, god, did he just want to make his way towards you.

Y/n sends a tight-lipped smile his way and sends a small wave. She turns away and continues walking down the hall.

Oikawa feels his heart drop to his stomach.

That's it? You were probably already in line for lunch, chatting to one of your friends.

And there was Oikawa, in the hallway, clutching a box of chocolates and flowers that he bought along the way to school, so they were as fresh as possible for Y/n.

The crowd dissipates and Oikawa feels defeated. Maybe the universe just didn't want the two of you together.

Oikawa frowns at the thought. That's just rude, Oikawa curses any superior being above.

So, here is Oikawa, sitting with his almost deflated flowers and more deflated ego with a box of chocolates at a bench, waiting for Iwaizumi to be done in the locker room so they can walk home together.

Oikawa has planned a long rant for his beloved friend.

"You're thinking so hard, I think you might hurt yourself." A voice pipes in that makes Oikawa jump from his angry mental speech.

However, what shocks him more, is the familiarity of the voice.

He daydreams about it too much to not know who it is.

He whips his head to see Y/n there. She turned her head to the side in curiosity to what got the brown haired boy so worked up.

"What's got you thinking so hard?" Y/n plops down next to him.

Oikawa saw this ironic opportunity and ran with it.

He took a deep breathe, "So, there was this girl..." and told his whole ordeal with all his attempts.

You listened to all of it with care and attention.

"Well, if you just tell her all the trouble you went through, I'm sure she would understand and give you a chance" Y/n reasons.

How ironic.

"You know, you're right. Will you go out with me?" What has he got to lose?

Now, Y/n has officially short circuited.

"Wait, what?!"

"Will you do me the honor of taking you out?"

"Me?! I'm the girl?"

"Yeah, you were." Oikawa shys away a bit.

"So, those flowers and chocolates are", a short pause, "mine?"

"Yeah, they are" he answers.

Y/n looks at him with a look of sincerity and a smidge of disbelief at how sweet the boy in front of her.

She looks at his eyes, then down at his lips and thinks, why not?

Y/n kisses the boy she has been crushing on since forever.

"So, is that a yes?" Oikawa presumes.

"Hmm, I'll think about it." She answers with a cheeky smile.

care less more

-> his visits are short and are punctuated by the hectic and taciturn. the only thing the budding musician can associate about you is a rebound and the cold, disheveled sheets, and he plans to keep it exactly that way.

pairing: semi x reader

themes and warnings: smut, angst-ish woohoo, cheating, mentions of rough sex, dacryphilia, fingering if u squint

wc: 1.5k

notes: another wip posted woot woot so this piece is my submission for the church of meian’s songfic-themed tune june collab! this song is heavily inspired by olivia o’ brien’s song entitled ‘care less more’ and I HIGHLY suggest that you play it while reading mwehehe. also, thank you so much to @chibi-chanforever, @latrombone​, @oneblonded​​, and @spacesevyn​ for beta-ing this baby! also, take note that the ones in quoted bold italic are some of the lyrics in the song!

chant: care less more by olivia o’ brien

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DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. . .ᐟ — s. rintaro

—✩ content: established relationship, timeskip! suna, reader is female (she/her pronouns), tooth-rotting fluff.

—✩ author’s note: first post and it’s for none other than suna. its been a while since i write so forgive me if this is rusty heh...

Dating a famous volleyball player means you have to deal with unnecessary fans. Fans who are desperate to do anything to get their attention, even if it means putting themselves in embarrassing situations. You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be in a romantic relationship with Suna Rintarou. You had known one another since high school and you were by his side through thick and thin. 

After graduating from high school and entering the corporate industry, you managed to secure a stable job for yourself. With the combined salaries from both of you, you were living a rather decent life. Currently, you were in the VIP seats as you watched the rather intense match unfolding itself before your very eyes. You tuned out your surroundings, focusing on your lover as he moved across the court with years of experience. 

You dug your nails into the fabric of your high-waisted pants, chewing on your bottom lip as you mentally prayed that they would win the final round. And to no one’s surprise, they won. The entire place was engulfed with outstanding applause and cheering noises, as the audience rose to their feet to clap enthusiastically. You wasted no time in leaving your seat, heading down so you could greet and congratulate your lover. 

You nodded in acknowledgement to the manager, waving at Suna’s teammates as they made way for you to approach the middle-blocker. You could never get enough with how his eyes lit up, how the smile stretched across his face when they landed on your approaching figure. Knowing he was all sweaty, you merely stopped before him and gave him a smile. 

“Well done, Rin. I’m proud of you,” you spoke up, voice crystal clear despite all the commotion occurring in the background. 

The middle blocker’s features softened, eyes now filled with nothing but pure love and adoration. “Thanks, love.” 

“Mm, I always knew you could win,” you teased him, playfully nudging your elbow against his and your action elicited an amused chuckle from him. 

“Of course I-”

“Excuse me, Suna. Is it alright for me to interview you for a short while?” 

A professional female voice interrupted your conversation, rudely cutting in and even went as far as to shove you to the side. You would have fallen flat to the ground if Osamu was not quick enough to catch you. Nodding your thanks to him, you turned to your lover and sniggered at the evident annoyance on his face. You knew how much he disliked being asked to do interviews as according to him, the industry is filled with nothing but nosy people who kept poking their noses into his private life. 

He wanted to reject the woman but a warning glare from his manager made him reluctantly accept it. Not wanting to distract Suna, you moved away from him and mingled amongst his teammates, chatting and laughing with them. You did all of that while remaining blissfully oblivious to how your lover was staring at you, flames of jealousy burning in the depths of his stomach. 

“..na? Um, Suna?” 

“Huh?”

He blinked, snapping back to reality and turned his attention to the interviewer, who had a mild annoyed look on her face but it vanished in a blink of an eye. She plastered a fake and professional smile, pushing the mic closer to his mouth so it could clearly pick up his voice. 

“I was actually asking if you have a girlfriend or not?” 

“...What?” He owlishly blinked his eyes, rather taken aback at the bold and daring move she pulled off in front of the camera. 

“Did you not hear me the first time? I said-”

“No, I heard you loud and clear. I am so glad to answer your question, just give me a minute,” he flashed her a closed-eye smile before heading over to where you were. 

“...then poor Rintarou nearly fell from the- What the!” 

You were in the middle of telling an embarrassing moment about your beloved lover when you were abruptly dragged away from his teammates. Suna turned a deaf ear to your protests and struggles; his strength completely overpower yours. He eventually stopped before the interviewer and without warning, pulled you in for a searing kiss. You went as stiff as a statue, limbs and mind frozen. 

A part of you was well-aware of how he had revealed your relationship to the entire world and another part of you was starting to panic over how his career might be at stake, now that everyone knows about the two of you. The kiss ended as fast as it started. Suna pulled away with a smug look on his face, right hand resting on your waist as he made direct eye contact with the camera. 

“I hope that answers your question. Thanks for the interview, see you never.”

MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE THIS

imagining love

description: iwaizumi finally gives into his desires and allows himself to imagine love

pairing: iwaizumi x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

a/n: to the anon that requested this, thank you! ALSO this can be read as a stand alone as well <3

pt 1

Iwaizumi never thought he was cut out for love. Not in a cynical, self-loathing way– he just couldn’t imagine it.

He couldn’t imagine himself being vulnerable and raw with anyone. The thought of having to put himself on display made him want to immediately hide and never speak to anyone again.

Maybe that was why Iwaizumi was so drawn to you. You had known each other for years, walls had already been torn down and boundaries have been set in stone for ages. Conflicts were easily solved and rarely even arose, but even though things were simple, they were never boring.

You challenged him in a way that never pushed too far. You liked to tip-toe on the edge, teasing him, but you never overstepped. Emotions weren’t easy for Iwaizumi. They made him second guess himself and shy away, but you never charged ahead to leave him behind; rather you kept your speed gradual so he could catch up when he was ready.

But on that day when he visited you while you were sick, Iwaizumi had been the one to act first. It had felt so natural, he hadn’t even realized your hands were in his until he saw your wide-eyed expression.

It was almost comical. You were always the one to reduce him into a blushing mess that he couldn’t help but be amused by your nervous smile and sweaty palms.

The idea that maybe you just might reciprocate his feelings made his chest warm.

But what was the next step? Oikawa told him to “follow his heart” which seemed like good enough advice, until he had remarked how Iwaizumi was a “heartless brute” who “picked on his best friend for no good reason.” Therefore all advice from Oikawa was immediately scrapped, and now Iwaizumi had to start again from the beginning.

Which is what brought him standing outside your classroom, holding the same tote bag packed with an extra lunch that he had made last night for you.

If food worked last time, it had to work again– right?

He waited anxiously off to the side, searching for your familiar bobbing head in a sea of students.

Would you think it was weird of him to be waiting for you? It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to meet you outside your class, but Oikawa was usually there with him.

Iwaizumi didn’t have much time to overthink it before you met his gaze and shuffled over to him.

“I’m loving the tote, Iwa,” you smirked teasingly, “it’s very trendy.”

“It’s my mom’s, dumbass, and for that comment you’re not getting any of the food that’s in it,” he grumbled, gripping the handles of the bag impossibly tighter.

“Okay relax, relax,” you tugged on his elbow, which sent shockwaves coursing through his whole body. “What I meant to say was: ‘very nice man-satchel, Iwaizumi-san, it’s so very manly and the flowers complement your biceps perf-’”

“Alright enough,” Iwaizumi didn’t think his face could get any redder, “let’s just go eat.”

You straightened. “No Oikawa today?”

Iwaizumi shook his head. Did you prefer it when Oikawa was there? He was starting to feel very awkward about the 5,000 yen he had paid Oikawa to eat lunch with someone else today.

“Good,” you said softly with a slight nod, and his heart did cartwheels.

—-

You usually ate lunch on the steps outside the volleyball gym; however since the winter had been so cold lately, you and Iwaizumi ate inside the gym, sprawled across the floor.

You looked pretty today. You always looked pretty, but today especially so. Something about the way your hair was framing your face, and lashes brushing against your cheeks every time you blinked, made his stomach twist and turn.

How did you see him? Iwaizumi knew that he wasn’t unattractive, and you liked to tease him with flirtatious jokes. But did you mean them? He always brushed your words off as trivial, trying to not get his hopes up, but the possibility of the smallest amount of genuineness plagued his thoughts.

“What ’cha thinkin’ ‘bout?” You asked with a mouthful of rice.

“About how I’m going to have to tell you that you have soy sauce all over your face.”

Your brows wrinkled as you wiped your face, and Iwaizumi wanted to reach out and smooth the furrow with his fingertips.

“Did I get it all?” You asked him, and your eyes looked so clear and bright that he longed to stare into them forever.

He could feel his face starting to heat up again. “Hold on there’s just a little left…” Iwaizumi trailed off while brushing his thumb against the corner of your mouth.

Shit, shit, shit.

You were so close– only a breath or two away, and wow did your hair always smell that good?

This was so ridiculously cliché, practically out of a movie, and yet Iwaizumi couldn’t help but feel giddy, despite his whole body nearing volcanic temperatures and his heartbeat echoing loudly in his ears.

Your own expression mirrored his, except you looked expectant– like you were waiting for something.

Him, he realized, you were waiting for him.

In any other situation, you would just plow ahead, trusting that Iwaizumi would easily catch up. However, whenever the conditions became nuanced with emotion, you always let him make the first move. You never pressured him into anything and left the situation entirely in his control.

Which he needed. When everything got too overwhelming, Iwaizumi was desperate to grasp onto every ounce of control possible. 

And you let him too. You didn’t have to be this patient with him, but you were. All of this was uncharted territory for Iwaizumi: the vulnerability, the emotions, and the desire.

So he gave into everything, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours.

It was a gentle kiss, just a brushing of lips, and he was about to pull back before you leaned in further and deepened the kiss. You were both left breathless when you pulled away from each other, and Iwaizumi couldn’t fight the grin that reached his face.

“Got it,” he mumbled against your lips.

You stared at him wide-eyed and speechless before throwing your head back and laughing at his remark.

“My hero,” you teased. 

He flushed deeper, getting impossibly redder. He wanted to do it again, and again. 

It still scared him. This added layer of emotions would leave him more exposed, but he knew that you would never push him past his limits, and for this he was forever grateful.

So no, Iwaizumi couldn’t imagine himself in love,

with anyone but you.

Imagine this.

Tendou committed arson(or any other crime[mischief]), accidentally, is what he said, and then, Ushijima bailed him. Cuz that dumbass will surely believe him.

I'm in love with this; please read it

your name

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, insecurity, cursing

characters: Tanaka x gn!reader, Saeko

date: 04/11/21

word count: 1.6k+

It was Friday and you were heading to the convenience store to buy snacks for your weekly movie night with Tanaka. It was something you looked forward to all week considering he was the one you liked and these movie nights gave you hope that maybe he liked you back. After all, he never invited anyone else to them and they always led to you falling asleep in his arms, which he never protested to. 

It had been going on for a long time now since the two of you were childhood friends but over the years your feelings developed and now, you held onto the hope that the hours the two of you spent together meant something more. 

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I can really imagine Daichi dying (again) from the laugh from see the drunk state we have-

Can u do a part 2 to the not recognizing them when ur drunk with kenma plzz

'i can't go home with you i have a boyfriend' with them pt 2

featuring : kenma, sakusa, sugawara

genre : fluff, humor

warnings : reader is drunk

note : why didn't i think of that title :< anyway thanks for requesting, hope you don't mind me adding other two characters | not proof read. !

— kenma

tbh he really didn't expect you to be this drunk. see, kenma is a patient man. so he starts with, "babe let's go h—" only for you to cut him off by shouting, "babe? who are you calling babe— who even are you, mister?" with the most passive aggressive stance ever. "i'm your boyfriend?" — "you're not?!" now he won't step back because he needs to get you home and for that, you need to be convinced. literally tried everything from your pictures, videos, text messages and even the few streams you've joined, only for you to say that he stole your boyfriend's phone and threaten him by saying that you'll call the security. seems like it's going to be a long night.

— sakusa

he simply doesn't have the energy to deal with your shit at midnight. he's a little taken aback by it but stays unfazed, holding your hand to lead you to his car but you pull away outside the bar, mumbling something like, "you're pretty but my boyfriend's hotter," he's not sure if that's a compliment. then you proceed to show him pictures of your boyfriend on your phone — which is him but you're way too drunk to recognize him immediately — and he just nods while begging you to come home because it's getting colder outside. finally, after minutes of you swooning over your boyfriend, you recognize him before passing out on his shoulders. kinda moved by how you're loyal even when you're drunk but is also concerned because you literally just walked out with him even when you didn't recognize him.

— sugawara

quite literally suffering because you've been calling him all sorts of things as you refuse to go with him. also somehow you managed to make friends with some other people at the bar and now they're all coming at him for pestering you. had to explain that he's your boyfriend. "please try to understand, i am your boyfriend," — "you're not, my boyfriend is at work." now why in the world would he be at work at 3 am? you sure do end up calling cops but plot twist, it's daichi. now they're both trying to get you recognize suga while daichi drops you home.

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Defending S/O From Jealous Girls (Kuroo, Kageyama, and Tsukishima )

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warning(s):bullying!!!(tw) , boys who bite at anything that touches you<3

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I just pictured Omi dressed up as Loki for halloween

That’s it, that’s the post

She’s a ice cold B**ch

It took you a while to warm up to your new team. As the new and youngest manager of the MSBY Jackals, you had to prove yourself. You had to show the other managers and the coach that you were a serious candidate and the best pick for the team. You also had to juggle with getting along with the players. Being an introvert, it was hard at first but they weren’t too pushy and they were mostly down with keeping the relationship professional. Sure you were sometimes jealous of the team dinners you wouldn’t allow yourself to go to in fear of not belonging. Always giving out excuses to miss team building exercises. Polite answers to their questions on your private life. If you had to be honest you didn’t want to get attached or come out as needy. You were told throughout all your whole life that you were a cold bitch but hey you never got humiliated by anyone for showing too much interest and that’s what truly mattered to you. Dignity. And keeping it intact. That was until hurricane Miya hit you. Three blissful months of keeping your walls up and no one paying too much attention to you but the piss blond setter started forcing conversations with you more and more. You were a pro when it came to avoiding deep or personal conversations but Atsumu Miya had a knack for taking people by surprise. One minute you’re politely laughing at the pleasantries exchanged on the weather next he tells you he feels a responsibility to be successful at volleyball since his brother stopped playing and right after he’ll ask you who you think is hotter between him and Oikawa. At first it was funny. You’d just humor him by listening and giving back small answers. Until one day he actually got a genuine laugh out of you after a joke at the expense of Bokuto. It wasn’t even that funny. But it cheered you up after you had been yelled at by the coach for messing up paperwork. The problem is that you let out your realest ugliest laugh. And not only did it catch you off guard but Atsumu too. As you put your hand on your mouth apologizing his eyes widened “that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard in my whole life” he said with a smile. You quickly excused yourself after that. Later that night as you were in your bed, thinking back, it dawned you: you were developing the most cliche of crushes on Atsumu. You had to nip this in the bud immediately. You just had to figure out how.

Very self indulgent. Part 2 this week.💕

She’s a ice cold b**ch (Pt2)

CW: Angst, confusion, suggestive but no NSFW.

But that would have to wait. As you were tossing to finally rest, you received a call and it wasn’t any call. The ID said Nekuroo. Very bad word play but you loved it and it made you giggle so hard when you found it. Kuroo and you had been messing around for a while now. You met in college where you first started as academic rivals and it slowly morphed into a “rivals with benefits”kind of situations? He was the only one who knew about your little tricks to keep people at arm length and saw right through what it was: bullshit. But he liked what y’all had and didn’t feel like rocking the boat. The phone rung twice before you get up and started rushing to the bathroom. The call was a heads up he was a few blocks away from your apartment. You took off your bonnet and your hydrating mask, heart breaking a little because that shit was too expensive to be wasted. As you you were brushing your hair and taking off your night guard you thought about how good Kuroo had been rocking your world and you couldn’t help but wonder why it had been happening less and less. Maybe was he here to end things with you? Maybe he had found someone who actually wants something other than REALLY GOOD sex and dinners on the days you weren’t too tired? The bell ringing brought you back to reality and you made your way to the door. When you opened you found the same smirk and knowing look on his oh so handsome face. “Hey pretty” “Hello stranger”. He closed the door behind him and what followed left you just as confused as you were after the Atsumu situation.

It had been a 3 days after your little slip up and you had been avoiding your favorite himbo like the plague. Obviously it’s not the most mature way to go about with things but you had no idea what those were so you stuck with your usual protocol. On the 4th day, as you got there earlier, you decided to lay out the equipment for everyone and arrange the training session of the day. As you were finishing the guys started to arrive closely followed by the coach. As you were taking a seat in the office overlooking the court, you got cornered by Atsumu who closed the door behind him. He stood there looking pretty annoyed and sad? “ I dont think you’re weak because you showed me you could be vulnerable.” You furrowed your eye brows.  HOW was he doing that?! Knowing exactly how you felt and how you were wired? So you just stood there. Looking at him with a stunned face. A few seconds later you were miraculously saved by Iwaizumi barging in the office to ask you about an important contract you had to sign and drag Atsumu out of your office to train. Exactly what you needed, a fucking breather after all these things…

As promised, part 2. I have to finish this in under 5 parts cause I can feel the quality of those just 📉. Please let me know in the comment if you enjoy these.

I’m still alive!!

School’s been taking a toll on me but I hope to get back to writing in the next week or so...

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Haikyuu boys when you get injured while playing your sport

Kuroo, Bokuto, Sakusa, Akaashi, Suga

Summary: What some of my fav boys would be like if you hurt yourself playing your sport! 

A/N: This was kind of rushed so please forgive me if this sucks. And the Sakusa one was longer than the rest because I’m biased 

Kuroo:

He’s so supportive of your successfulness playing tennis

He tries his very best to understand but always gets hype during your games

You were competing in doubles with a partner you never liked playing with

They always blamed you for everything and never called to say if it was their ball whenever it was in the centre

You were in the final set and the other players were about to win the match 

Kuroo was there on the sidelines, noticing how you were slowly losing your patience bit by bit

He called out to you when the other players scored another point against you once again

You found his eyes for a moment

“Just go for it, baby! You’ll get it this time!”

You forced a smile back at him, trying your best to mask your worry and hopelessness 

He saw straight through you

The other player served, perfectly placing it towards the box belonging to your partner’s half of the court

The ball bounced in the corner closest to you

Your partner showed no sign of running towards the ball and you fought the urge to go hit it for them

They had to learn to run for the ball

But if you didn’t hit this ball, you’d lose the match

Letting out an exclamation of anger, you ran forwards and swung your racket

However, the top half of your body had moved forward a lot faster than your legs

A burning tug, more maybe even a tear, flared up your hamstring

Pain shot up your leg, but you kept going, successfully hitting the ball back over the net

You went to step back onto your side of the court as you glared at the other player on your side of the net when the shocking pain came back

It caused your leg to buckle and you fell to the ground

The pain was unbearable, you dropped your racket and clutched the back of your leg

You hissed just as the ball that was still in game was hit back over the net and bounced by your head

Damn it

“Y/N!” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting back the tears caused by both the pain and the humiliating loss

“Y/N”

Kuroo knelt down next to you, rubbing your back

He had jumped the fence and run onto the court, ignoring the strict rules in place about spectating

“Tetsuro, you’re gonna get in trouble for that”

He hushed you, picking up your racket and holding it under his arm

“Come here”

Threading an arm around your upper back, Kuroo slowly began to lift you to your feet

“Pulled a hamstring?”

You kind of chuckled, still trying to hide the fact that you had let a couple tears fall down your cheeks

“Maybe even a tear”

“My sweetheart doesn’t deserve this, do you? After playing so brilliantly? Can you try standing”

Rising to your feet, you lifted your weight off your injured leg

Kuroo kissed the top of your head, leading you off the court

He had taken you to get a scan straight away, immediately finding out that you had indeed torn your hamstring

You were disappointed that you couldn’t play tennis until it was healed

Your boyfriend certainly made up for it, tending to your every need

He even wanted to carry you around the school instead of you having to use those painful crutches

He may have been calm and teasing on the outside during your recovery period

But on the inside he was incredibly worried for you

Despite this, this boy took great care of you and you recovered in no time 

Bokuto:

Extremely excited and supportive of you playing sport!

Especially because it was volleyball and he could help you practice

You were a middle blocker, and a fairly good one at that

Your team had a reputation similar to Date Tech’s because of your blocks

One day, you were training with your hyperactive boyfriend, Akaashi, and Konoha

The rest of the team had left and you had stayed behind for some extra practice with Bokuto

Akaashi and Konoha were only there because Bokuto had practically begged them

You were playing 2v2, you on a team with Konoha

Normally, you would have argued that the teams were unfair, but Bokuto hadn’t completely sprung back from his most recent mood swing and you feared making it worse

It wasn’t too competitive, the four of you trying to get some long rallies in

That was until Akaashi set a perfect ball for Bokuto

He’d become really fired up due to the fun nature of the practice game

He was so proud whenever you did a good play and it put him in a good mood

You smiled, seeing the massive goofy grin on his face as he ran and jumped to meet Akaashi’s elegant and precise set

Sensing that Bokuto was about to hit a straight shot, you jumped up to the net

Bokuto’s hand smacked against the ball in a powerful spike

You were in perfect position, but you had forgotten just how strong your boyfriend could hit those poor balls

The ball bent one of your finger back painfully far, and you winced

It spun off to the side, giving Bokuto and Akaashi the point

You landed on your feet clutching your aching finger and rested your hand on your chest

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Y/n! Did you see that?”

Your boyfriend exclaimed, pumping his fists in the air

However, his hair immediately drooped down and his grin was wiped off his face when he saw how your teeth were gritted

You examined your fingers, noticing the purple swelling of you ring finger 

“Y/N, are you okay? Y/N? Baby? Honey? You look hurt”

Hissing, you nodded

“Yeah, my finger hurts a lot”

Bokuto immediately ducked under the net, running to you

You carefully lifted your hand to display your puffy purple finger to your boyfriend

“Did I do that?”

He asked, grabbing you by the shoulders to urge you to look at him

“The ball did, Bo. Don’t freak out”

“ARGH AKAASHI, I BROKE Y/N’S FINGER”

“No, Bokuto-san. It’s not broken”

“BUT I STILL DID IT!!! I’M SO SORRY, HONEY. FORGIVE ME!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly

“Konoha, could you please fetch me some ice while I tape my fingers up?”

Konoha nodded, immediately leaving the gym to find some ice

You hurried over to your bag and pulled out the tape you always keep with you for emergencies

Sitting on the floor, you slowly and delicately began to tape your fingers together

“THEY WON’T EVEN LET ME HELP THEM, AKAASHI! THEY HATE ME! I GOT TOO EXCITED AND I HURT THEM!”

“Bokuto-san, they don’t hate you”

You smiled to yourself

“Of course, I don’t hate you, Bo. I love you and your amazing ability”

“Really?”

“Really”

After that, Bokuto wouldn’t stop hugging you all the way home

You didn’t bother getting it checked because it was only your finger, but mainly so your overdramatic boyfriend wouldn't freak out if it was any worse than just a sprain

He carried everything for you, even if you could just hold it with your other hand

Don’t bother trying to tell him it’s not a big deal because he will cry while getting into an argument about how he did this to you

Constantly reassure this big baby throughout your recovery period and he’ll feel less guilty with time

It’s a different story if someone else injures you during a real game

Akaashi has to hold him back before he could inflict any damage on the culprit 

Bokuto only wants to protect you

Sakusa:

You played soccer as the goalkeeper, and Sakusa has no idea what is happening the entire time

But that doesn’t mean he can’t tell when you made an incredible save

Playing in a fairly large league meant that you play in a small stadium with a mini grandstand 

He’d sit right up the back in the furthest corner away from anyone

People who didn’t know he was your boyfriend probably thought he was some creep, hiding behind his face mask and dressed in all black with those piercings

Your team was really good, but you were the backbone 

The attackers were certainly swift and flashy when they scored goal after goal

But you were the one to stop the other team from catching up

As much as Sakusa thought you looked really cool whenever you saved a goal, he’d never show it

It takes you a quick glance up to his spot in the stands and see how his eyebrows would soften ever so slightly for you to know that he was secretly praising you

The way his expression shifted never failed to put a smile on your face

When you turned back to the game, you could sight of an attacker on the other team dribbling the ball straight down the centre

You stood poised, trusting the defenders to make the first advancement

But they didn’t

Instead, they stood there, blocking your view of the ball

“Guys!” 

You shouted to get their attention, and a few heads turned your way

“Move out of the way or make an approach!”

Before they could do either of the things you ordered, the opposing player shot at the goal

You recognised the player as the one you had been marking all game for having a powerful kick

The defenders still stood in the way, so you couldn’t see how the ball how curved

Taken aback, you tried your hardest to run and at least punch it away

But the ball continued to curve... right towards your face

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the full force of the shot on your nose

Your hands flew up to your face as your head fell back due to the force

The crowd whined as you fell to the ground and held your face in your gloved hands

You could tell almost immediately that the bridge of your nose was not in the right place

Hesitantly taking your hands off your face, you found a pool of blood staining you goalie gloves

The referee’s whistle blew and the game paused as your teammates gathered around you

After your team and worriedly asked questions and the player who had taken the shot apologised to you, your coach escorted you off the field

You sat on the bench, a medic pressing a wet cloth to your nose to catch the blood

“Hey, Y/N”

Recognising the voice, you took the cloth from the medic and searched for Sakusa

You found him leaning over the fence, eyebrows slanted slightly

You stood up, the pain rushing up your face as you met him by the fence

“Did you break it?”

“Definitely, it hurts really bad. But I think I can play the rest of the match with it taped”

“No, you’re not”

“Yes, I am”

“I’m taking you to the hospital, right now”

“No, you’re not”

“Yes, I am”

“No, you’re not”

“You’re almost as annoying as Atsumu”

You chuckled, hesitantly lifting the cloth off your nose to take a look at how much blood had soaked into it, and to give Sakusa a look

Almost the entire cloth was dyed scarlet 

Sakusa flinched slightly at the sight, and even though he wanted to cup your face in his hands, he didn’t want to touch the blood

“Does it look gross?”

You asked, poking your face closer to your boyfriend

At the way he shrunk back, you took the answer to be a yes

“Am I still cute?”

Sakusa rolled his eyes, brushing your mattered hair off your forehead and quickly retracting his hand

“Don’t ask such a stupid question”

That was all it took for you to let him take you from the game early to the hospital where you got an x-ray and your nose taped

Sakusa wouldn’t admit it, but there was something about the cute little bandage on the bridge of your nose that make you even more adorable to him

He’d get repulsed again soon enough, if your nose ever started to bleed 

During your recovery, he made sure you never overdid it and gave yourself a headache

He always helped you clean yourself, afraid you might “smack your nose or something ridiculous”

Sakusa had always thought you were amazing at what you did for a sport, but he became a bit more reluctant to let you train or play after you had fully healed

You convinced him that it wouldn't happen again, but never promised

You were also guilty of liking how openly worried he was for you, not minding if you were to be put into that situation again

Akaashi:

Out of all of them, Akaashi was the quickest to understand the points and rules of your sport

He got really into it, keeping a close eye of the table to see how your team was compared to others

Both of you were well aware that waterpolo could be a dangerous sport

You could get kicked, punched, scratched, probably even knocked out, and even dragged under the water

He always reminded you of this before every game

This week you were playing against the team that had a reputation of being rough and dirty players

Akaashi had heard of them, explaining to you to be prepared for anything

You kind of shrugged him off, confident in your abilities as to not drown

The game was going well so far, but the other team had been given multiple fouls which was to be expected

You hadn’t encountered too many rough players, only having to shake off people who held onto your swimmers 

That wasn’t to say that many others on your team hadn’t been kicked on purpose or the like

Akaashi liked watching your games from afar

But still close enough that he could call out to you if he wished 

Also, he’d proceed to pass away if you knew this, but he likes being at the perfect angle to see you in those swimmers

Don’t tell no one though

You were currently marking a player, desperately trying to swim in front of them in order to prohibit them from receiving the ball

The other player’s arm wrapped around your front

Normally, you would simply push them off, but what they did next took you by surprise

They dug their fingernails into your chest, clawing at your skin in order to push you out of the way

You pushed away, only for their nails to scratch you right across the chest

The messy red lines stung in the chlorine, but the adrenaline from the game urged you to keep going

Akaashi certainly noticed the player’s dirty move

As far as he knew, it was encouraged to cut your nails before you played a game 

What did he expect from the dirtiest team?

The game finished shortly after, you clambering out of the pool and grabbing your towel

Dabbing the towel over the scratches hurt, but you ignored it, wanting to go to Akaashi to celebrate your win

Hurrying up to his seat, you waved at him

“I think I played well! What do you think, Keiji?”

He didn’t answer your question, instead, he made his way over to you and pulled a clean tissue out of his pocket

“What’s wrong?”

“I saw how that other team played”

He took the tissue and carefully dabbed the small drops of blood that began to trickle from the edges of the scratches

The contact stung, causing you to pull away slightly, to which Akaashi gently held your nape to keep you in place

“Sorry if that stings”

“It could be a lot worse”

You owned up, allowing Akaashi to stop the blood

When he had finished, he pulled the towel that you had loosely wrapped around your waist up over your shoulders

“Don’t get cold”

The two of you headed home, treating the scratches with antiseptic

The deepest cuts were covered delicately with bandaids, as you insisted that there was nothing else wrong

Akaashi was smart enough to realise they were only minor injuries, he never stopped kissing them and making sure your clothes didn’t rub against them until you were fully healed

Suga:

Suga was chaotic and honest enough to say that he didn’t really understand the appeal of basketball

He certainly understood how the points worked and all the rules, but he was confused as to why you loved it so much

You’d playfully argue back with him, but your height did not help your case

He’d say things like “Why do you play when you’re so short? It’s like volleyball in that right, right?”

You’d snap back with an argument about Hinata and his passion

In reality, it is all harmless teasing

Suga loves that you have something you are passionate about, and he relates to it

He’s certainly supportive, comes to every single game, and regularly picks you up from practice

Is also known to have shown up earlier to pick you up than necessary just to watch you practice with your teammates and shout encouragement from the sideline

At this point, your entire team knows who he is

He’s just so friendly and charismatic like that

His permanent smile was wiped off Suga’s face when you got hurt during practice, but he wasn’t serious for long

You were playing a practice game, coming up against the tallest player in your team

They were a lovely person, certainly, but they had no coordination with their long limbs

You had the ball, desperately trying to outstep them

When they attempted to swipe the ball, you stepped back and passed it over to someone on your team on the other side of the court

“Great job, Sugar!”

You smiled over to Suga 

The tall player turned around, trying to sneak around behind you

However, you were trying to walk backwards, not expecting their leg to still be right behind you due to where the rest of their body was

You tripped over them, falling directly onto your tailbone 

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry!”

Your teammate called out to you

“It’s okay!”

You replied, ignoring the enormous amount of pain in your tailbone

Suga’s laughter could be heard from the sidelines, causing you to feel slightly humiliated too

Surely, you laughed it off with him, but when you stood up, your tailbone felt incredibly numb

It hurt to walk, each step you winced at the pain

Not only that, but you felt stupid

This had to be the lamest thing that had ever happened, you couldn’t believe you were tearing up over falling onto your ass

But, maybe that meant that there was something wrong

You called out to your coach, telling them that you wanted to sub off for the rest of the practise match

You immediately headed over to your boyfriend, aching with each step

Suga’s laughter had seized, in fact, he could tell better than anyone that something wasn’t right

“Suga, I think I broke my tailbone or something because it really hurts”

You whined 

“Aww, baby. Come here”

Suga pulled you into a hug, helping you strip off your bib to give to the coach

“Should we get a scan? I’ll take you to the hospital right now”

You nodded, Suga running over to gather your things before helping you to his car

Turns out, you had fractured your tailbone

You had to be careful with how you sat for ages, either having to sit on a special pillow or not sit at all

It was so inconvenient, especially when it came to school

You didn’t go, Suga sending you the notes and visiting every afternoon to study with you to make sure you didn’t fall behind while lying on the floor on your stomachs

It was a slow and painful recovery, and of course Suga was the biggest help

But, once you began to get a bit better, the teasing ensued

This was the perfect time for many inside jokes to be made, and when you made your recovery, you both enjoyed confusing Daichi and Asahi about them

They both found it weird, as they all had something to do with your ass

All in all, this angel brings the light out of everything, even when it’s when you can’t even sit in peace

Not gonna lie this long piece I'm writing is not working out at the moment...

For now I'll just post a bunch of short drabbles for both bnha and hq, so please request if you've got any ideas!!

Drabble: Kuroo x reader

Prompt: “I’d like to think we are more than ‘just friends’”

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Drabbles are hard because I have to resist the urge to go overboard argh... also stan nerd Kuroo... also this kinda sucks

The patter of rain on the umbrella above the two of you caused for you to shrink further into him. Your laughter filled the air, erupting from your stomach because of his antics. It was his pickup line he had used on you that had led to you doubling over hysterically.

You always walked home with your friend Kuroo. Today, you had forgotten your umbrella, making you eager to reach your home. Kuroo offered to share his own; he insisted you could both fit. His pestering made you give in, so you let him lead you down the street.

“How many chemistry pickup lines is that? Twenty?” You laughed at him.

You loved poking fun at how much of a nerd he was.

“Not nearly enough, Chibi-chan,” Kuroo nudged you.

For a moment, you stumbled out from the shelter of the umbrella. A few drops of rain dampened your hair, before you slithered back into the warmth of Kuroo’s body.

“If you keep using them, I’ll start to think we’re more than just friends, Tetsuro,” you teased, giving him a slight push back.

Kuroo let out his hyena laugh, one that you originally thought was obnoxious but now love dearly. In fact, you had began to love everything about him a bit too much.

“I’d like to think we are more than ‘just friends’.” he struggled to make eye contact, but finally found your eyes. “After all, not just anyone can made my oxytocin levels rise so much when I’m around them. Especially no friend.”

“Oh...” you mumbled, ignoring the way your face had grown incredibly hot.

You didn’t know if Kuroo could tell that your heart rate had risen, but the thump of his own heart through his chest was clearly tripling as you shyly leaned back onto him.

A tiny smile of triumph slipped onto your lips. If there was one thing that was strong in whatever relationship the two of you had, was that you always provoked him back.

“Must be my dashing good looks and charisma that activates the love drug, hey?”

“Must be.”

Drabble: Tsukishima x Reader

Prompt: “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

Genre: Super fluffy for a salty boi

A/N: When I saw the prompt, I immediately thought of Tsukki... You can’t tell me that beanpole doesn’t have cold feet

The study date had stretched out way longer than you had anticipated. You never planned to be staying so late, but the tiredness in your eyes had him slipping down to see his mother. When he had returned, he told you that you were staying the night, in the kind of way that left no questions to ask.

Tsukishima’s sweatshirt hung loose on your shoulders. No matter how big you were, he was bigger. In a strange way, it made you feel secure. The large piece of clothing was given to you to sleep in, Tsukishima inviting you to share his bed.

Really, what he said was, “Get in here. Where else are you supposed to sleep?”

Of course you agreed, giving him a cheery smile as you slipped onto his bed. His tall frame almost dangled off the bed, but there was plenty of room for you to wiggle under his blanket.

The chilliness of the weather really brought out the warmth of the fresh linen, a tiny hint of Tsukki in its scent. He smelt like fresh linen as it is, making the comfort that much tender. 

He reached over and placed his glasses carefully on the bedside table. While he was there, he turned off his lamp, plunging the two of you into darkness. 

You immediately caught for his figure, wrapping your fingers around the fabric of his t-shirt. Sliding down onto your back, you rested your head on his spare pillow. The fingers that were curled into his shirt tightened as you turned to your side and pressed into Tsukishima’s.

Tsukishima slipped an arm under you, ever so gently resting his hand on your upper back. His hand almost hovered over you, a ghost of the affection he desperately wanted to give you but were too stubborn to initiate. 

The two of you were still quite new to this relationship. It was still so innocent and delicate to Tsukishima, and he would do anything to protect it.

The silence was almost killing you, so you spoke up in a whisper.

“Tsukki?”

“What,” he huffed, more of a statement than a question. Most of his replies sounded like that, something you simply laughed out.

So, you did just that. A tiny, hushed giggle bubbled from your lips.

“Goodnight, Tsukki.”

“Hmph.”

You shook him slightly, kneeing his thigh as you groaned. Man, he was so tall. Your knees met the corner of his thighs while your face could fit in the crook of his neck.

“Say it back,” you ordered playfully.

He exhaled through his nose, in a way you knew meant that he was too tired to argue with you. Now that you thought about it, the thrill of sharing a bed had distracted you from how tired you were.

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you,” Tsukishima’s voice was soft, whispering in a monotone way. 

You rolled your eyes, “Close enough.”

And just like that, you were out like a light. Your breathing steadied, lulled by the scent of your boyfriend and the rise and fall of his chest. The hold you had on his shirt weakened, bringing Tsukishima’s attention to your silent and immobile form.

When he was absolutely certain you weren’t going to hear him, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

He then whispered into your hair, “Goodnight, Y/N,” before drifting off into his own slumber.

Haikyuu boys when you get injured playing your sport pt.2

Oikawa, Tsukishima, Tendo, Asahi, Kageyama

Summary: The first one was really fun to write, so here is part 2! This is some others and how I think they’d react when you get hurt during sport!

Warnings: Explicit mention of blood and open wounds

A/N: I’d like to thank everyone for over 100 followers! Yes, I know that doesn’t seem like many but it’s a big deal to me, so thank you!! I also appreciate the patience with my messed up writing schedule <3 ...Tendo’s got really long and Kageyama’s got a little angsty whoops 

Oikawa:

As one who suffers from a sport injury himself, Oikawa is constantly aware of the possibility

Reminds you before every game of hockey to stay safe

His tone may be lighthearted when he says it, but he’s very serious

He knows the ins and outs of stretching and the recovery process for injuries

Usually, he doesn’t come to your games, mostly because he’s busy or he's afraid of getting recognised

When you get home or see him next, he’d ask out the game and listen with excitement and interest

He definitely does research on the game too

This time, he was so glad he went

To avoid being recognised, he wore a cap and sunglasses, standing at the back of the spectators

His height allowed him to easily watch you from the crowd

You were really hyped for the game, knowing your opponents were going to be tough

Unfortunately, your team was struggling with the game

The other team was scoring goal after goal, and you couldn’t keep up

You ran back to defend the goal, in the way for an approaching player

They were ready to score, and you were ready to dive in

The urgency and pressure of the situation got to your head, and you ran towards them with anger

You let out a cry, charging towards the hockey ball

In the back of your mind, you knew Oikawa wouldn’t be impressed with how you lost your patience

And you were right

He treaded closer to the game, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed

“Y/N... Don’t get ahead of yourself”

He whispered, wishing you could hear him

Your opponent placed the ball in position to swing for goal

But you had gotten too far ahead of yourself

They swung their hockey stick

Your ankle was in the way

Usually, you wouldn’t be too bothered, bruises littering your ankle for a week after

This time, the stick was made of aluminium

The impact and pain that shot through your ankle brought you to the ground

Pain unbearable, you dropped your own stick and held your food

“Ow, ow, ow”

You mumbled sloppily, tears, saliva, and snot dribbling over your lips

You wanted to stand up and keep playing but the pain continued like an unforgiving clamp tightening on your ankle

Suddenly aware of how you look, you wiped your mouth from the fluids

You heard a whistle blow, but the pain caused for stars to dance in your vision

“Y/N-chan, eyes up here”

The stars from your eyes cleared, the sight of your boyfriend crouching next to you on the field shining through

You couldn’t form words, not that they would have helped

He immediately moved to take your shoe off, seeing how it had already started to swell 

It blew up like a balloon before your very eyes

“I’ll carry you”

Oikawa whispered, sliding an arm around your back and the other securely under your knees

Lifting you up, he escorted you off the field

He didn’t let you ride in the ambulance your coach called by yourself, holding your hand the whole way

It was definitely a bad break, being a pain through the recovery process as you could hardly apply any pressure on the foot

You were in a cast, and Oikawa wrote a lovey-dovey message on it that took up half the space

Once you were out of it Oikawa knew all the right physiological stretches in order to get you back on your feet to play again

He did a great job taking care of you, and you couldn't thank him more

Tsukishima:

Doesn’t effect your relationship that you were into swimming as that was not why he loved you

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like how you are training so hard for it

It’s the passion and love for swimming that he wishes he had for volleyball

To be honest, Tsukishima wouldn’t be worried about you getting hurt

He thinks swimming is not a very hazardous sport

Which is fairly true, so you don’t get injured during a specific race or anything

Your injury shows up slowly over time

Originally you shook it off, expecting that the soreness in your shoulders was just your muscles tired after a long two hours of lap after lap

However, it started getting worse, and you began to tell Tsukishima your concerns

He’d say something like, “Then just take your time at training. I can’t do anything about it. What did you expect me to say?”

Let’s be real, he’s kind of worried

Especially as he began to notice how you would wince after taking your bag off your shoulders, or if you reached up to the top shelf

The day he realised that you needed to get them checked out was when you had walked to his place after training

The whole walk there the straps of your bag felt a lot heavier

Your shoulders hurt, but the left was the worst one by fair

Shifting the weight of your bag to your right shoulder, you gave the left a rest

Soon enough you knocked on Tsukishima’s door and he opened quickly after

You dropped your bag inside the door and rubbed your shoulder

“Oi, Y/N, are you okay?”

Tsukishima asked, the way your sighed making his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly

“Yeah, but my shoulder is pretty bad”

You tell him, hoping that he’ll show some sympathy

He scooped up your bag and called for you to follow him to the couch

He left you there, leaving momentarily to drop your bag with your wet swimmers into the laundry

Soon, he plopped down on the couch beside you and turned on the tv

Carefully, he pulled you onto his lap and you instinctively dropped your head onto his shoulder

Instead of huffing slightly like he usually did, you pushed you forward 

“No, sit towards my knees”

You obeyed him, and he hovered his fingers over your shoulders

Smiling once you realised what he was going to do, you let him work his nibble fingers into your shoulders

He stopped if you whined, asking where to go from there

It really helped, you never realised how good Tsukishima was with his fingers (no... not like that)

You were putty in his hands, completely relaxed as you watched the tv 

Once you felt the tension was mostly gone, Tsukishima scooted out from underneath you to book a scan

When you had it, you discovered you had Bursitis 

(A/N: I have this in my shoulder and it sucks)

This required for lots of rest, icing, and careful exercise

You were off swimming for almost three months before Tsukishima was convinced that you could handle tending to it afterwards

When you got back to swimming, you wore a sling on the worst days and Tsukishima carried your bag for you

He raised his hand in class if you needed to ask a question, and made sure you never had to overexert your left arm

His favourite thing to do was tease you even more about having to get him to get stuff off the top shelves

You were shorter than him, but now you need him even more

When you use your condition as a counterargument he always says “aww, poor baby Y/N”

No doubt, he does certainly cared for you, but get ready for a long road ahead for the both of you

Tendo:

You’re a figure skater! And how he loves to watch you skate!

He gets so excited, you have no idea

Whether you are in a competition, or if you are just practicing, he gets so giddy and proud while watching you glide across the ice

Thinks you look so good in the costumes, no matter your body type 

If you were to have to travel internationally for a competition, you bet he’d be coming with you

Tendo does get into trouble when he disturbs your practise at the rink

But you always invite him to watch any time, not caring what your coach thought

Super supportive of you, it’s not funny

However, what is funny is that he has no idea all the technical terms or how the point system works

So, when he watches you during a comp, he’ll greet you off the ice with:

“BABE, THAT FANCY THING YOU DID WITH YOUR ARMS AFTER YOU LANDED FROM THE SPINNING-TOP-JUMPY-THING YOU DID WAS SO SEXY! YOU’VE GOT TO WIN! YOU LOOKED SO GOOD, MY PARADISE”

You double over in laughter every time he says something like that

You only just manage out a “Thank you, Tori” before you’re ushered off to get your score

The score you were appointed is half decent, placing you in third place

When you go to find Tendo so you can sit with him while watching the rest of the skaters, he appalled

“PARADISE, YOU DESERVED MUCH BETTER THAN THAT! I’D HAVE GIVEN YOU A 634.53!!”

“Satori, that’s basically impossible for a short program”

“I DON’T CARE BECAUSE IT IS WHAT YOU DESERVE”

It’s kind of embarrassing, in a large rink of people, for him to be yelling like that

But... it’s all because he thinks you are incredibly talented

Which is very sweet

Anyways, you injure yourself at practice 

Tendo had just got of his volleyball practice at Shiratorizawa and decided to swing by the rink

You were staying in late, your coach and the rest of the skaters had gone home, so it was just you and a few workers at the rink

Tendo burst in, the goofy grin on his face that cases his eyes to be forced shut by the adorable purity of it

You were focusing on a quadruple axel that you hadn’t perfected when he arrived

“Good evening, paradise! How are you-”

You had been halfway through the jump when you peeled your eyes open

Immediately happy to see him, you smiled brightly

But, your excitement cost you the landing

You slipped, landing harshly onto the ice on your hip with a thud, the water soaking into your tights

“Y/N!”

Tendo dropped his bags, running and sliding his lanky body across the ice on his knees to where you had sprawled out

There was certainly going to be really bad bruise there, you could tell

But the coolness of the ice made your hip numb to the pain

“Are you okay? I scared you, didn’t I?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Tendo was leaning over you, now having soaked knees too

“Yeah, you did”

“Let’s take you home and have a nice warm shower, hey?”

You agreed, leading him off the ice with both of your hands in his, because the psycho had run onto the ice with no skates on

The two of you walked home, the whole time you noticing the numbness leaving your hip

While having your shower, you checked your hip to find a dark purple bruise the size of your hand, raw to the touch

You took a shower, afterwards putting on some underwear and one of your boyfriend’s large shirts

Leaving your room, you enter the living room find Tendo sprawled on the couch

He made a comment about how good you look, leaving you giggling

You grabbed an icepack from the freezer and a tea towel to wrap it in

Laying on top of Tendo, you rolled on your side to have your bruised hip facing the ceiling

“Whatcha got there?”

Tendo asked

You flashed the icepack in front of his face, before quickly wrapping it up

Pulling the oversized shirt over your hip, you exposed the bruise to your boyfriend

“This is what you did to me, you scary man”

You joke, poking him in the cheek

The colour drained from his face in a split second, and he let out a cry of agony

“No! I’m so sorry! How can I make you feel better?”

He leaned over you, pressing scattered kisses over the bruise and mumbling sorry between each one

You knew he was trying to be feathery with his kisses, but the slightest pressure hurt

So, you pushed his head away

“Ow, Tori, that hurts. You can hold the ice for me”

He does as he’s told and you thank him, kindly

He has eagle eyes on you constantly after that, acting like your personal bodyguard

Makes sure he’s always on the side that is bruised at school, so that no one can bump it

Lines your bed with pillows, as to not accidentally bump it on the wall

Stops you from walking if you don’t have to, in which you tell him he’s fine

You try reassuring him by saying that it could have been worse, but that makes him even more wary when you skate knowing that worse could happen to you

Asahi:

He’s adorable, constantly being supportive during your games of netball

Out of everyone, he’s the most likely to be worried about possible injury

Even though it’s a fairly safer sport, Asahi makes sure that you are reminded of every possible scenario that he had made up in his head before a game

You’d shut him up with a kiss to the lips, but he’ll be trembling when you walk away

Understands the game, not needing much help with keeping up with points or rules

He’ll calm down eventually while watching you play, focusing on silently praising you

Secretly a fan of the uniform, don’t tell anyone - he’d be so embarrassed

Doesn’t come to practice often because of the clashes with his volleyball training

When you got injured during a game, thank goodness Nishinoya had joined him to cheer you on

The energy Nishinoya brought to the sidelines motivated Asahi to cheer more too

Usually, you’d wave to him after getting a point and he’d wave back

But you could actually hear him because of Noya

You had in the back of your head to thank him for bringing him out of his shell

Have of the reason he never went to your practice because he was scared the other players would have thought he was some creepy middle-aged man there to stare at them in their uniforms

That’s why he always came to your games without fail, to make up for it and because he felt safer from a distance

However, Nishinoya had dragged him to the front, which he was hesitant about at first

But when he saw how excited you were to see him so close made him smile 

You were in perfect position to receive the ball in order to shoot

Your teammates passed back and forth, approaching you slowly

“I’m free! Guys!”

You gained their attention, and they sent the ball your way

You caught it and immediately shot for the goal while the opponents were distracted

“Come on, Y/N!” 

Both Nishinoya and Asahi shouted, Noya obviously the loudest

The first shot missed, but you quickly caught it and shot again

This time, the ball landed through the hoop and the whistle blown to confirm that it was a point 

You could hear Asahi and Nishinoya celebrating on the sidelines

Pumping your fists in the air, you brushed your forearm against the goal post

A nail had been sticking out of it, slicing through your skin

You immediately hissed, the pain stinging dramatically

You grab your arm, searching to find a massive gash down the length of your forearm

Blood poured from the wound and you called your coach

They immediately brought you off once they saw the red liquid

Asahi was worried, slipping around to where you were holding a towel to your arm

Hissing in pain, you found Asahi approaching

“Y-Y/N, what happened?”

He could see the pain laced into your face, shaking nervously

You wanted to hide it, afraid of how he would react

Carefully, you removed the damp cloth from the wound with a hiss as the air hit the tenderness

“I’m gonna need stitches”

You hissed through your teeth, turning to show Asahi

By then Nishinoya had arrived by Asahi, and at the perfect time

One look at the way your arm had been split open with blood gushing from the open wound...

And Asahi had fainted

Luckily Nishinoya was there to catch him and lower him to the ground

Now you were more worried for Asahi than yourself, to be honest

With Asahi out of commission, your coach had to take you to get you almost twenty stitches

Nishinoya stayed back to make sure Asahi woke up safely, and when he did, he was anxiously asking where you were and how you were

Asahi dropped into your place after finding out you were out of hospital, pulling you into a hug

Of course you made sure he was okay after his episode too

Constant tender touches while you healed, and soft kisses over the patch on your arm

He treated you like an absolute princess, especially after Nishinoya had scared him again by saying “I think she’ll need to get it amputated” right after he woke up

Fainted again when he went with you to get the stitches removed

Kageyama:

This boy does not get rugby at all

He tries, because he’s smart enough to pick it up if he wanted to

But, he’s more impressed with sports that involve more ‘thinking and skill’

What is impressive to him, however, is how fit and strong you are

Even though he is still taller than you, he almost feels like you are the bigger person in the relationship with the muscle you have

Likes being small spoon with your figure

Silently admires your athletic ability, and thinks you are really cool whenever you make a massive run down the field

Kageyama likes to watch when you win

He gets so blushy and excited when you bound into his arms after a good game 

Unfortunately, he’s very busy with volleyball, unable to make many training sessions or games

He tries his hardest to be at your training grounds in time to walk home with you

He tries to keep his Saturday’s free to be with you or at your games

Recently, he had been even more busy, and this week he couldn’t make it too 

This team had been tough, with a lot of bigger players 

You were sort of struggling to break past them, unable to score any tries

All you remember was receiving the ball, trying to break through the wall they had created

You had run headfirst into the players, and the next thing you knew...

You woke up in hospital

Your head was wrapped up, and it thumped painfully

Trying to sit up hurt your head, so you laid back down

With how fuzzy your head was, you failed to notice Kageyama sitting in the corner with a carton of milk

He had been anxiously twiddling his thumbs while emptying carton after carton

When your eyes opened, he shot up, hurrying to your bedside

You finally noticed him, smiling softly at the pout on his lips and the shine of glossiness in his eyes

“Tobio...”

Even speaking hurt your head

“Don’t speak if it hurts”

Kageyama basically read your mind, taking your hand in his and placing your open palm on his cheek

“You’re such a dumbass, scaring me like that”

He rested his head on the bed next to you on the bed

You glided your thumb over his cheek, watching as the pout on his lips began to tremble slightly

Whining slightly in order to awe at him, you whispered

“I’m sorry...”

“Why did it happen the one game I can’t make it... damn it... I should have been there”

You shifted your head, ignoring the pain, in order to get a better view of him

His dark blue eyed were sparkling with tears, and you mumbled

“No... baby...”

Kageyama ignored you, turning to press his face into the white sheet on your thighs, blinking back his tears

“I was scared...”

He mumbled in a cracked voice into your thigh

You took his face in your hands and carefully pulled him towards your face

Giving him a kiss to his nose, you let him lay his head on your chest

“Don’t cry... I’m here”

You croaked, threading your fingers through his raven hair

The recovery process was long and hard, having received severe head trauma

You were in hospital for another day after you woke up for tests and to make sure you could stand without fainting

Kageyama stayed with you the entire time, only leaving when your parents insisted he get some sleep

After this, your parents were certain you could marry him, not kidding

He treated you like glass whenever he saw you, especially when you took the time off school

He would accidentally yell at you if he saw you up and about, but immediately took it back and apologised 

Poor Hinata got all of Kageyama’s pent up anger about everything, being unable to yell at you

When you return to school, he’s like your shadow, following you around and making sure you’re drinking enough water

Reassure him that it wasn’t his fault and that you’re not going anywhere

Drabble: Tsukishima x Reader

Prompt: thanks to @freyafolkvangr for the idea!

Genre: Fluff, I guess a bit of comfort?

A/N: I couldn’t resist this adorable idea! These drabbles keep getting longer and longer... Here you go!

Sneaking down to the court was your favourite thing to do, but your boyfriend never enjoyed it to begin with. He insisted you would distract him before the game. Of course, you ignored him and went to wish him luck before running off to the stands.

It had become a habit of sorts to meet Tsukishima before his game. He grew accustomed to it, mainly because the rest of the Karasuno team would be mad if he told you to go away. After all, they were all your friends too.

This game was sure to be big, and Tsukishima seemed unfazed by the intensity of the weighing atmosphere. He never seemed bothered by games, but you could tell that he masked his nerves. Once the two of you had gotten comfortable enough around one another, he opened up about this too.

Hiding around the doorway, you peaked over to find Tsukishima standing a fair distance away from the team. His lanky figure stood above the rest of the team as he fiddled with the tape in order to wrap his fingers.

You could see he struggled, more and more of his fingers taking damage from the intense blocks he stopped so well. The height of his injuries resulted in it being awkward to use his remaining fingers to wrap them. It didn’t take you long to suggest to help him, but it took him even longer to accept the offer initially.

“Kei, over here,” you whisper-shouted, Tsukishima’s eyes darting over to you through his sports glasses.

You wiggled your fingers to indicate you wanted him to approach you, waiting patiently as he strutted to your hiding place.

When he came to stand in front of you, you smiled up at him. To which he scoffed.

“You seem more excited for the game than I am,” he admitted, smirking at you as he handed over his tape.

Gently, you look his hand in yours, turning over his slender fingers. Feeling for the edge of the tape, you shook your head.

“You don’t have to hide that you enjoy volleyball.” You took one of his injured fingers, having memorised which ones required wrapping, and began to wind the white tape around it starting from the base. “Besides, can’t I be proud of you? Or are you too embarrassed?”

Ripping the end of the tape, you sealed the end against his finger, carefully lifting up the second one.

“I don’t care what you do,” Tsukishima kept a keen eyes on your every movement to ensure you weren’t going to hurt him, “as long as you’re happy.”

You let out a large laugh, “As if. You never say anything that sweet unless you think I’m asleep.”

In response, he scoffed as averted his eyes, allowing for you to finish the hand you held.

Once you had finished, you raised his hands to your lips and pressed a delicate kiss to each one. This was a little habit you had gotten into as a simple good luck charm. You enjoyed it so much because of the way Tsukishima’s ears would slightly tint pink.

Releasing it, you took his other hand and readied his fingers by seperating them. The finger you began with was his most recently impaired one and you could tell by the purplish swelling by the base.

Tsukishima flinched as you handled it, causing you to immediately slow your movements.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” you mumbled, beginning to wrap the tape around it and the one beside it to immobilise it.

Calling Tsukishima “sweetheart” always made his heart swell, as it contradicted the “saltyshima” nickname he had also earned for himself.

Finishing quickly, you pressed soft kisses to the newly wrapped fingers. You pulled him down by his neck to place a kiss to the bridge of his glasses, a tiny good luck to prevent a ball to the face. The last thing you wanted was for his nose or face to be harmed after his glasses were hit with a ball.

“I know you like to pretend you aren’t nervous,” you began, handing him back his tape, “but make sure you take deep breaths and pace yourself. You’ll do brilliantly no matter what, okay?”

“Pfff,” Tsukishima laughed at the seriousness in your voice.

“Hey, I’m serious.”

“I know, that’s what’s funny.”

You pouted, flicking him in the forehead, “Let me be sentimental and good s/o once in a while.”

“You already are,” Tsukishima corrected you.

The way he shifted his eyes away led you to believe he was being genuine. Feeling a tiny bit proud, you smiled.

“What is with you being all soft today?”

“I don’t know, but take it while you get because I’ll probably be grumpy after the game thanks to that “king.””

“Stop it...” You hushed him, giving him a slight shove in the chest. “Now, go do your best, Kei.”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, quickly kissing the top of his head before leaving you and joining the team.

You were excited to watch the game, nervous, but excited. Mainly, because you were proud.

After all, when you had such a talented and perservering boyfriend, what more could you ask for?

Haikyuu boys with a moody s/o

Requested by a lovely anon: hey hey hey :)) can you do hc’s for Bokuto, Sugawara and Tendō with a S/O who’s pretty moody(and how they handle it), the mood swings can vary from being pissed off over the littlest thing to a few minutes later to being a soft big baby. hehe~ I hope you get what I’m trying to say, English isn’t my fist language 🥺❤️

A/N: Hi lovely! Thank you so much for requesting! This was fun to do and don’t worry, your English was great <3 Sorry this is a little late…

Bokuto:

Oh boy

You two give Akaashi so much trouble

Being just as unstable as your boyfriend, you two were one big mess

He can switch between angry, sad, and a big softie just as fast as you can

Bokuto’s mood swings usually occur when he’s playing volleyball, but yours happen in any situation

His have to be provoked more than yours, which causes all sorts of problems

If you start crying randomly, he will

The two of you will cry together on your couch over who knows what

Bokuto would be crying about a different reason, however

“Y/N, don’t cryyyyy”

He’d sound like a hypocrite as he’s sobbing even more than you

You always perk up eventually, ending up having to consult him instead

“Kotaro, I’m okay now”

“Yeah, but I don’t like seeing you cry…”

When you get angry, Bokuto would encourage you, honestly

If you’re angry at someone, he’ll definitely get up in their face

You bet if you stub your toe or something and are mad at the table, Bokuto would beat it up

If it really hurt you, he’ll literally take it outside

That’s when you snap out of it and start crying, freaking out about destroying the table

Bokuto could rip a coffee table in half if it hurt his precious s/o

He loves your soft side, and relishes in it

The cuddles you give him when you’re in the softest of softest moods

Lives for when you use the baby voice and awes at you

“Baby, give me cuddles…”

Bokuto will break down into tears if you’re too cute and then you will because he’s crying

It’s a cycle

That’s behind closed doors

If you are ever out with Akaashi and Bokuto and you both had an episode of “emo mode”

He’ll have his work cut out for him

Even more so if you are both in the troublemaking mood

You are his leash children

Sugawara:

He can handle it, 100%

After all, he’s the wine aunt of Karasuno, definitely not the mum

He has to deal with all types of personalities, from Tanaka and Nishinoya, to Asahi and Yamaguchi

Some mood swings are nothing, especially when he cares so much about you

He tries his hardest to be patient, and he is naturally so

I bet he has a notebook keeping track of your mood swings and how to handle them

That makes him the best whenever you have a break down over the tiniest thing

Maybe you were trying to pick up a ladybug and it flew away

You’ll cry, and Suga will whip out the ice cream or whatever he knows helps you when you’re sad

Cuddling is so soft with him, it’d be so giggly

You’d be cheering up in seconds if you were in the mood that required cuddling to fix it

If you get angry, he often forgets that he takes responsibility for you

Let’s say a seagull steals your food while you were on a date with him at the beach and you go absolutely rabid

You’re running around the beach with a shoe in hand trying to hit it

You’re cussing and yelling that you’ll, quote, “beat the wings off of the pigeon dork”

Yeah, you know it’s not a pigeon, but that’s not important

Suga will be standing on his chair, clapping and laughing

“Yeah! Get your burger, baby!”

He doesn’t notice the people staring in horror as you angrily storm across the beach

When he does, he quickly realised that he should probably stop you

Then you’ll cry because now you don’t have food

So Suga shares with you

Much like Bokuto, if you’re ever in your cuddly mode, he’s thrilled

Relishes in the time, so he locks you in so you can’t get away

If you cry because he won’t let you go, I bet he’ll blow raspberries on you or tickle you

He looks like the kind of guy who would

When you’re in your bouncy and happy mode, sometimes he struggles to keep up with you

Suga encourages you from the sidelines if you’re doing something probably illegal or dangerous

If he thinks you’re gonna hurt yourself, he’ll stop you

You bet he rewards you if you have a day when you don’t cry once

He’s like one of those primary school teachers who give you a star sticker when you do something good

You better love him, because I will if you don’t

Tendo:

He doesn’t know what he’s doing, really

He’s like a mix between Bokuto and Suga

Sometimes, he freaks out and doesn’t know what to do with you, or he’s joining in

It’s mainly when you cry that he freaks out

He can hardly handle his own emotions, let alone his s/o’s

He’ll try to ask you what’s wrong, then you’ll only cry harder because he doesn’t get why you would cry over not being able to pull the price sticker off a book

That’s when he freaks out, full on running circles

Slowly he begins to guess what kind of mood you’re gonna be in

Much like his blocking technique, he gets scarily accurate at it

Not that it helps him deal with it, it just makes it less of a surprise for him

Tendo isn’t fragile, so he won’t cry when you cry

However, he’ll laugh when you get angry

That only aggravates you, causing you to turn your anger on him

It turns into a game, where he runs around the house cackling while you throw various objects at him

It’s all fun and games until you begin to get upset over trying to harm him

You apologise profusely to him while crying, and he pulls you into a hug

“Aww, paradise, I started it”

“No… b-but… but, I tried to throw the… the kettle at you”

He’ll only laugh at you more and have to awkwardly stand with you in the middle of the hallway while you cry

Tendo will notice a few things that like when you’re in each mood to calm you down

He begins to make it his priority to be prepared for the mood swing he has predicted for exactly 10:43pm

Absolutely thrives when you have the sudden urge to do something spontaneous

His favourite thing to do with you is push each other around in trolleys in carparks

If you get all soft, he teases you to no end

He loves wrapping all his limbs around you and keeping you in place for hours

Predicts right when the mood will end, and can’t handle it

Just because it interrupted your cuddles

Super sweet and fun, but he’s freaking out on the inside

Don’t rely on him too much, or he’ll start to crumble

Oikawa x Reader: Support

Summary: When Oikawa’s knee plays up during the final set, it costs his team the game. He’s distraught, but you come down from the stands to put him at ease. You try your best to comfort him, being both his physical and emotional support.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff, angst, comfortttt (my fav)

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is the second thing I’ve written for Oikawa to do with injuries... He’s had free rent in my brain for the last couple of days. Warning: this is unedited, sorry 

Echoing cheers filled your ears, the large gatherings of supporters filling the stadium. Everyone’s hearts were in their ears, thumping like the drums many teams’ supporters had brought. 

The game had been tight, Seijoh having been pushed into a tight spot. It was the final set, having lost the first and catching up in the second. Both sets had slipped into a Duce, this set one point away. 

You were there to support Seijoh, or more specifically, your boyfriend. He’d given you his spare jersey to wear to cheer him on, the large number 1 attracting attention from many of his fangirls. It was situations like these you wished Oikawa wasn’t as flashy, not having to plaster that you were his right across your chest. However, you quickly forgot that you were wearing it, and so did his fans, completely sucked into the game.

Even though you sat so far away, you could see how exhausted both teams seemed. Both of them were so determined to win that you were almost concerned that they would push themselves over the edge. 

More specifically, you were worried about Oikawa.

Recently, he had been expressing concern for his knee. You’d try telling him to take it easy once in a while if it was causing him that much trouble, but you knew he wouldn’t listen.

Now, watching him run backwards and forwards across the court begged for you to stare at his knee, as if the eye contact would miraculously heal it. The white knee brace stood out among the black pads, only an inescapable reminder that wouldn’t let you forget. But, you feared Oikawa had; too caught up in the moment.

Biting your bottom lip, you watched and waited as he set the ball to Iwaizumi for their quick. The blockers were inaccurate, resulting in the ball blasting through to the other side. A sloppy receive caused the ball to shoot off to the side, Seijoh receiving the point. It placed them in Duce. 

You began to grow impatient, wondering how long it would go on for. The slight wobble in Oikawa’s run made you think that it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if the next two points ended the game, Seijoh’s or not Seijoh’s.

Mattsun served, hoping to keep the momentum going. His serve was received, the opposing libero placing the ball in the perfect place for the setter. After the ball spun into the air, their ace spiked it. Oikawa and Iwaizumi leaped up to block, the ball passing through. Makki received it, putting it in place for Oikawa.

Your heart clenched as he moved to set. His jaggered movements twisted his knee and you could see the wince on Oikawa’s face as the shock of the knee pain kicking in.

He staggered, falling to the ground. Iwaizumi turned to him when he heard a sharp inhale from his setter. The ball bounced on their side of the court, and the whistle blew.

Springing to your feet, you ran to the rail and leaned over it. Oikawa sat on the ground, Iwaizumi kneeling next to him. You watched as Iwaizumi wrapped one of Oikawa’s arms around his neck and led him off the court. Your boyfriend shot a tiny glance in your direction, before turning to watch where his feet were going. The glisten of regret in his eyes made your lip quiver.

The hobble in his walk over to the bench caused you to take off down the stairs closest to the Seijoh cheer squad. Breathing heavily, you sprinted around the gymnasium, hoping that you’d be allowed onto the court. Instead, you didn’t care. You needed to get to Oikawa.

When you reached the place where he stood, shaking his head at his coach. Iwaizumi argued too, his voice loud enough to hear. They wanted him to go to the medical wing, but Oikawa was refusing. 

You sighed, walking hurriedly to stand next to Oikawa. He saw you coming, forcing on a fake smile.

“Ah, Y/N-chan!” 

Before he could continue, you frowned at him and he closed his mouth. You looked his coach dead in the eyes.

“He can’t go to the medical wing; he can barely walk,” you said sternly, taking Oikawa’s hand in your own, “He’ll sit here with ice.”

You immediately regretted your tone, especially with the way coach judged you. His eyebrows were raised halfway up his forehead, obviously surprised with your assertiveness. 

“Y/N-chan’s right, coach,” Oikawa laughed awkwardly, “They take good care of me.”

His coach laughed, “Good to see that he has you and Iwaizumi to keep him in check. Sit him down.”

Iwaizumi scoffed, slipping out from under Oikawa’s arm to let you take him place. The entire time it took you to take him over to the bench, he was smiling and chatting your ear off.

“I think we were playing well, Y/N-chan, don’t ya think? Man, it’s been a tough game. Shame this got in the way.”

You let him spew words, well aware that this was the way that he was covering up his hurt. Both physical and mental pain lingered over him, the tiny tears welling in his eyes the give away to you. 

Having him around your shoulder allowed for you to easily manoeuvre him over to the bench. The limp in his step slowed you down slightly. Once you reached the bench, you carefully moved around to let him sit down. Kneeling before him, you let him raise his leg up so that his foot rested on your knee to elevate it slightly. You knew that the manager hurried to collected a bag of ice to place on his knee, so you stayed put.

Oikawa was far enough away from the team to suddenly let his guard down. The smile from his face dropped, as he took the damp towel his coach handed him. He placed it over his head, staring down at his lap. Avoiding your eyes, he clenched his fists and let his tears fall.

“Hey, Toru,” reached up to grab his hand, “Look at me, please.”

You wished you could get closer to him, but his foot resting on your knee prohibited you from moving. 

He ignored you, and you sighed. Instead of pressuring him, you detached your hand from his hold. His fingers reached out with the absence of your warmth, but you continued with what you wanted to do. 

Delicately, you pulled down his knee brace, shifting it down to his ankle. Air hitting his knee, Oikawa flinched slightly. You felt a little guilty, so you brought your hand back up to grab his. The soft skimming of your thumb over his knuckles soothed him, his small sniffles ceasing slightly.

Right as you were about to talk to him once again, his manager approached you. In his hands were a bag of ice and a fluffy towel. You thanked him and took the objects from him with your free hand. 

After wrapping the ice in the towel and balancing it on Oikawa’s knee, you began to speak to him again. 

“Hey, pretty boy,” you whispered, almost in an attempt of humour.

The use of his favourite nickname - that usually went to his head - received a little bit of attention. The towel over his head shifted as he looked up at you. His eyes were puffy and red, tear tracks staining his cheeks.

Your heart shattered, so you gestured for him to lean down to you. He did as he was told, the towel shielding his face. You reached out to wipe the tears from his cheeks with your knuckle, cooing at him softly.

“Look at you... you’re so handsome,” you tried to lift his mood in the best way you knew how, “Your tears and this towel are stopping me from seeing your face. I know you’re embarrassed, baby, I know.”

Oikawa shook his head, “I cost us the game because I didn’t listen to you telling me to take it easy. It hurts, Y/N-chan...”

“No, don’t “Y/N-chan” me, Toru,” you knew that being stern is the only way to get through to him, but to take attention away from your tone you held his face in your hands, “I know fully well that whatever I say to you when you step onto the court flies out the window. I only try because I care about you and I know that volleyball means the world to you. Don’t go blaming the game’s outcome on yourself either. Look, they’re still playing.”

You tilted his head so that he could see Yahaba set the ball and Kyotani spike it through the blockers. They scored the point, celebrating how they’re catching up. 

Kunimi was the first to notice Oikawa watching, and he narrowed his eyes at him. Soon, Watari looked over, smiling and waving to his captain. Mattsun noticed too, both of them smirking knowingly. Yahaba scoffed, and Iwaizumi flipped Oikawa off. 

To this, you narrowed your eyes, and Iwa rose his arms defensively. Nonetheless, your point was made, turning back to Oikawa. His eyes were wide, surprised.

“See, they’re not completely useless without you,” you stroked his cheek, “And they really do love you, no matter what they just did. It sucks, it really does suck that you have to play with an injury. I thought you say that you trust them.”

“I do...” Oikawa included guiltily.

“Good...” you sigh, recollecting your thoughts, “Toru, you’ve proven that you can trust them, but please trust me. I want you to sit out the next game if they win, okay? Your safety is so important to me and no doubtably the rest of the team agrees.”

Oikawa leaned into your touch, nodding and smiling, “Thank you, baby...”

“You are so welcome,” you lifted up the ice to look at his knee, “I hope the only thing you are crying at now is how much your knee hurts, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he laughed slightly, the shakiness of his leg concerning you.

However, the light laughter that left his lips made you smile. The towel slipped off his head, its shadow disappearing off his face. You caught it, placing it on the ground next to you.

“There you are, pretty boy,” you smiled at him, the twinkle returning to his eyes.

Once again, the shaking of his leg concerned you, “I’ll be careful, but I want to elevate your leg more.”

He simply nodded, trusting you as you took hold of his foot. One hand holding the ice and towel, you lifted his leg and spun him so that it rested along the bench. You placed the ice back on his knee, folding the towel that had been on his head tightly. Resting his foot on the towel, you gave him a peck on the forehead. Sitting behind him on the bench you allowed him to rest on you.

Oikawa placed his head on your shoulder, pouting up at you, “Hey, you missed my lips, Y/N-chan~”

Huffing you craned your neck to aim your lips for his own, but they couldn't reach. Instead you landed them on the tip of his nose.

“You missed again...” he whined, and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s not my fault I can’t reach,” you grumbled, his head slipping off your shoulder.

This forced you to catch his sweaty head, so you took the opportunity to kiss him properly. However, your lips only brushed his top lip, leaving him unsatisfied.

“Hey, that wasn’t a proper kiss, princess,” he retorted. 

“Well, that’s what you get for scaring me,” you smiled, “Now, sit up, you big baby.”

“Aww, did I scare you~” Oikawa teased, sitting up and resting against your side again.

“Shut up.”

The two of you spent the rest of the game watching closely, commenting on each play. Your arm rested over his shoulder the majority of the time, letting him play with your fingers. Sadly, Aoba Johsai lost the game, but you made sure to remind Oikawa that it wasn’t his fault and he believed you. 

When you returned home, he thanked you. The way you supported him really put him at ease. He wasn't always comfortable to admit to weakness and needing help, so it meant the world to the both of you when he said it.