Awww!! Thank you sweetness! I know it’s dorky but I trip out on the fact that something I wrote comes up on a google search 😂. Thanks for sharing and always being so nice and participating in my games and sending requests. You are very nice to chat with as well!
Every writer on Tumblr: “I would combust out of love if someone ever drew fanart of my fic!!”
Me: “oh man I wanna draw this scene BUT THEY WOULD PROBABLY HATE IT AND HATE ME FOR THE NERVE”Dear artists.
We, the writers, will accept any of your fan arts.
We don’t care if it looks like shit to you, or you think your art skills are not good enough.
We will love any fan art, because it’s the most beautiful way to say “I love what you write”.
Hey. This.
Agreed!!!
A Takeda scenario please~~! With s/o who is was angry at him for forgetting their anniversary due to much work and that he is also planning to propose to her. can the whole team help him in doing the proposal?
This came out really long but I hope you enjoy it! LOTS of fluff!
Takeda inhales a sharp breath. The moment he sees you his
memory finally kicks in to realize he’s committed one of the worst dating sins;
he forgot your anniversary. You don’t say a word, you don’t have to. The weight
of your stare from across the polished floors breeds tension in the room that
even the most oblivious of the volleyball idiots can sense.
“______,” begins Takeda.
“Don’t,” you say putting up your hand.
“Just…don’t.” Turning on your heel, you exit before the first of many
tears to be cried tonight falls. Takeda moves forward but stops in his tracks
when you shout over your shoulder, “And don’t follow me!”
There’s silence in your wake, none of those left behind sure
what to say to their dear sensei. They don’t know what happened but it’s clear
he made a mistake and a grave one at that. But he’s amazing; shouldn’t all his
good outweigh one bad move?
“My apologies,” Takeda says turning back around,
“um, let’s get back to work I suppose.” The team tries to regroup but
are distracted with concern for their advisor.
“Sensei, are you ok?” Hinata can’t help asking.
“Tch, it’s obvious he’s not,” sneers Tsukishima.
“Alright guys, take a lap to warm back up. Daichi, get
their heads back on straight,” Ukai orders.
“Hai!” responds the captain, ushering the team
outside.
Now alone with his friend, Ukai scratches the back of his
head and shifts his feet. “You, uh, wanna talk about it?”
Takeda smile is dull, a deep sigh pushing out the words of
his mistake.
“Welp, not surprised she’s upset but I mean, everyone’s
allowed one royal screw up, right?”
“I think this is heavier than that, Ukai-kun.”
The coach shrugs, thrusting his hands in his pockets. A beat
of silence passes then Takeda is speaking again. “I don’t mean to put her
on the back burner, I just get so focused with work and the team! She’s really
the most important person in my life. I… I want to ask her to marry me.”
Ukai’s jaw drops slightly; he’d no idea things had gotten
this serious between the two of you.
“You should sensei!” shouts Noya startling them
both. As the group surrounds them he adds, “We’ll help you!”
“Noya, you really shouldn’t-” begins Asahi.
“No, I think it’s a great idea. She really loves all
of you,” Takeda says smiling a bit wider. “And I’ll take all the help I
can get.”
The next morning you’re at home, eyes red rimmed and puffy.
You know Ittsetu would never do anything to hurt you intentionally, but it’s
hard not to feel a bit heartbroken to have been forgotten so easily. No, not
forgotten, more like overlooked but it stings all the same. A knock at your
door brings you out of your haze, hand rubbing your eyes in attempts to gain
clear vision again. When you open it, you’re surprised to see Yachi and Shimizu
on your porch.
“Good morning, _____-san,” Shimizu says politely while Yachi
just waves, her body quivering a bit but you can’t tell if it’s trepidation or
excitement; with this girl, it could be anything.
You offer a watery smile. “Good morning girls, is there
something I can help you with?” Then, your face bears concern as you ask
hurriedly, “Is something wrong? Did something happen to Takeda-sensei?”
“No, no,” Shimizu assures quickly shaking her head, “That’s
kind of why we’re here. We just wanted to make sure you were ok.”
“Oh, you two are very sweet,” you reply with a sigh. “I…I’m
sure he and I will work it out. You didn’t have to come all this way just for
that!”
“We…we were hoping maybe…maybe we could do that girls’ day
thing you mentioned!” Yachi says. “You know? To help cheer you up?”
“Oh, I don’t know…” you begin trailing off when you see her
expression drop. Perking yourself back up, you force a smile. These girls took
time out of their day off to try to help you feel better and you’re not going
to let their efforts be wasted. “You know what? You’re right! It’s the perfect
day for girl time!” Yachi lets out a yelp of encouragement while Shimizu smiles
softly. “Come in,” you continue drawing back from the threshold to allow them
entrance, “I just need to take a quick shower and get dressed, then we can go.
Did you have anything in mind?”
“We have a few ideas,” Shimizu says kindly as she takes a
seat on your couch.
“Ok then, you girls figure out the details and I’ll be back
in a jiffy.”
Fifteen minutes later, you’re dressed in one of your favorite
dresses, hair up and light makeup in anticipation of the heat of the day.
“Ohhhh, you look so pretty!” exclaims Yachi covering her
mouth.
“Thank you, Yachi-san,” you reply picking up your purse. The
next minute the three of you are outside headed to the train station. “So,
where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” the girls say together making you laugh.
The train ride is pleasant, filled with gossip about the
boys and you and Shimizu gently prodding Yachi to make a confession to Hinata.
It’s plainly obvious the two of them like each other and even though they’re so
young, you can’t help but be swept up in the memory of high school love. The
thought brings your own man to your
mind and you consider what to do about your current situation. You love Ittsetu
with all your heart and were of the mindset that he felt the same way, but now
you’re not so sure.
The train arrives to your stop and the three of you exit.
You get a few feet ahead of the girls before you realize they’re no longer
right behind you. Turning around, they’re standing next to one of the platform
pillars, smiles on their faces. Walking up to them, you ask, “What’s the hold
up?”
“We owe you an apology,” Shimizu says handing you an
envelope. “This was never about spending time with us, but we hope you’ll
forgive us the small deception.”
Confused, you open the envelope and find a note inside:
My dearest, ______, by
now you should be standing if not exactly at least near to the place you were
the first time I ever laid eyes on you. Your beauty took away my breath but
when you looked at me I couldn’t meet your eyes. It would take me months to finally
work up the nerve to even speak to you. But I’m so glad that I did. You are so
much more than just a pretty face, but yours is the only one I want to look at.
–
Ever your
captive, Ittsetu
When you look up, there are already tears brimming in your
eyes as you search for your beloved. “He’s not here, but this is your next
stop,” Yachi says handing you another ticket. The girls wave as you get back on
the train.
The next stop is one you know well since it leads to the
first place Ittsetu took you on a date. As you round the corner of the little
side street, you’re surprised to find Narita and Kinoshita seated at one of the
outside tables of the bistro.
“Good morning boys,” you say kindly, “you’re out early.”
“Good morning, _____-san,” they say together, both of their
voices a little shaky.
There’s a beat of silence before Narita is reaching under
the table and pulling out a bouquet of the same flowers Ittsetu gave you on
your first date while Kinoshita hands you another envelope and offers you his
seat to read it. You sit down, setting the flowers upon the table so you can
properly hold the paper.
Darling ______, the
stop was probably enough to give away where you’d end up next. This place will
always be ours, much as I hope you’ll always be mine. Whenever I catch wind of
these flowers, I’m reminded of you but their scent pales in comparison to the
natural sweetness that is your essence. When I breathe you in, you give me
life.
–
Intoxicated
by you, Ittsetu
Your smile is bigger now, letter clutched to your chest.
Silently, Narita hands you another ticket for which you thank him before
heading back to the station.
Again, the train whisks you away and again you smile widely
as it pulls to a stop. Exiting, you know right where to go, the park a quick five minute walk away. Looking at the top of the hill, you see four figures in
the distance but you don’t have to get close to know who they are.
Hinata is bouncing on the balls of his feet while Kageyama
and Tsukishima argue about you don’t know what. Yamaguchi has a sweet blush on
his cheeks as he hands you a box. Opening it, you find a tube of lipstick which
surprises you until you read the accompanying letter.
My star, you’re now at
the spot we shared our first kiss. I think the only other time I have been that
nervous was when I got my first kiss ever in junior high. But kissing you was
one of the most significant things to happen in my life, even if I did get
teased relentlessly by my fellow coaches and advisors for having a smear of
your lipstick on me. This will forever be my favorite color because it always
reminds me of that first kiss.
–
Willingly
marked, Ittsetu
“Here you go, ______-san!” Hinata exclaims loudly, shoving a
ticket into your hand.
You giggle, patting his head in thanks, before giving a wave
to the rest of the boys and taking your leave. Upon the train, you sigh softly;
Ittsetu may have made one of the biggest errors ever, but he’s definitely making
up for it now.
Another stop, another memory, this time in the form of the
place where you first told each other “I love you.” Now expecting to see
familiar faces, you grin widely at the sight of your two favorite misfits; Nishinoya
and Tanaka. The left winger spiker and libero rush over to you, eager to get
their gift and letter into your hands.
“Open it!” Tanaka says excitedly while Noya nods
enthusiastically.
Chuckling, you do as bidden, revealing a beautiful sterling
silver locket but instead of heart shaped, it’s fashioned to look like a book.
Opening it reveals a picture of you and Ittsetu at a faculty Christmas party,
both you dressed to the nines.
Every day a new
chapter of our lives is written and I cannot express the joy I have in my
heart that our stories are now intermingled. You enrich my life with color and
substance but ground me to the things that are most important. I never want to
part from you.
“This is your last stop,” Noya says giving you another
ticket. You kiss both their heads bringing furious blushes to their cheeks.
Exiting the train at your final destination brings you face
to face with the third years, each of them smiling warmly as you approach.
“Good evening, ______-san,” Sawamura says.
“Hello boys,” you reply. “I have to admit, I’m stumped on
this one, must be a new thing Takeda-sensei has in mind.”
“Always so perceptive,” Sugawara comments with a grin.
“Co…could you come with us, please?” Azumane asks quietly.
You nod, beginning to walk forward but Suga puts up his
hand. “Ah, ah, you have to put this on first,” he says handing you a blindfold.
You frown and pout playfully but tie it around your head obediently. The three
boys usher you slowly and carefully to wherever it is Ittsetu wants them to
take you.
“Ok, _____-san, here’s a seat for you,” Sawamura says
helping you to sit down. “Just wait here,” he adds then steps away.
It isn’t long before you feel movement near you and you just
know it’s Ittsetu.
“Ittsetu, can I remove this now?” you ask fingering the
blindfold.
“Yes,” he answers, voice a little rough with emotion.
Pulling away the fabric, you blink to gain your vision back
then gasp as you take in the sight of a huge oak tree lit from base to almost
its top with fairy lights. You’re seated at a table for two but Ittsetsu is
kneeling on one knee…oh god…
“______,” he begins taking your hand, “today you went on a
journey of our firsts. And now, I hope to make one more first,” he opens a
small box, ring gleaming inside, “and a last. I want you and only you by my
side until I leave this world. Will you…will you marry me?”
“Oh Ittsetsu, of course I will!” you cry, flinging yourself
into his arms. He holds you tightly, face buried in the crook of your neck
which he peppers with kisses.
“I’m so sorry for hurting you. I promise, I won’t ever do
anything so stupid again,” he breathes against your ear.
“It’s ok, I forgive you,” you reply hastily, pulling back
before moving forward again to plant a long kiss on his lips.
“I’ll take that as a sign she said yes.” Ukai’s voice snaps
your attention to the base of the tree where all the team begin to emerge with
tables, chairs and food; all the makings of an engagement celebration.
“Wait, where’s Ennoshita? He’s the only one I didn’t see
today,” you ask looking around.
“I’m here,” he says stepping out from his hiding spot. “I’ve
been following you the whole day documenting your trip. I’ll have the video put
together by the end of next week. Only,” he looks at Takeda, “Sensei, could I
have your permission to use it for my art school submission when I graduate
high school? I have a feeling it will be my best work yet.”
“Of course,” he answers quickly then looks at you, “Only,
that is, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind as long as we’re the first to see it,” you
reply and the second-year nods.
“Alright, then, let’s get on with the celebrating!” Ukai
calls.
“Whoohoo! I’ve got the sake!” Saeko cries making herself
known as she sets up drinks and food.
The rest of the evening is spent surrounded by the team
who’ve in the past year become like a makeshift family to you and Ittetsu and
as you watch them all interact with one another, you just know these bonds,
like the one you will make with your fiancé, will go on forever.
Hello! How are you today? I want to request a scenario with Kuroo, Bokuto and Tendo (Spiky hair trio xD) when they are at christmas (on the boyfriend side family) and his familys just, loves they s.o ? Like, they are a good girl to marry or, somethings cute teasing ? It can be a little cousin jaelous too xD I hope it’s okay D: amazing blog by the way <3
thank you! i realized that i know so little about christmas
traditions in general… forgive me (i’m one of the “people of the tribe”, as they say)ヽ（´ー｀）┌
some ended up being more about winter than christmas. i also got worried
about being too repetitive with the jealous little cousin, so they’re not in
tendou’s. i hope that’s cool.
Kuroo
“So, what’s the
general consensus?” you whispered to Kuroo. “I’m I in?”The two of you were seated on the couch of his parents’
house, the same place he had grown up. On the floor, sat his much younger cousins
who anxiously waited to unwrap the gifts in their laps. Kuroo flashed you a
signature grin before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.“I told you that they were going to love you before we even
got here,” he said. “My aunt said that if we weren’t still in high school that
she would be pressuring me to pop the question already.”You let out a quiet laugh at that and rested your head upon
his shoulder. Kuroo planted a kiss on top of your head. This was the kind of soft
act of affection that you usually relished in, but in that moment, you felt an unfriendly
glare upon you.“I don’t think I’ve gotten quite everyone’s love yet,” you sighed.
LOVE!!!!!
[4] Still Waters [Bokuto]
Genre: Soulmate AU!; Bokuto/Reader
Warnings: NSFW
Notes: I typed up most of this before the summer and managed to finish it before school gets really busy for me. Thanks for dealing with me and my slow updates. This chapter contains NSFW content under the cut.
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)
Ever since the rejection, Bokuto had always wondered exactly what type of person you were attracted to. It was clear that it wasn’t him. Why would it be? The two of you were as different as night and day, yet you didn’t give any indication that you had a “type.” All questions for Kuroo about the matter usually ended into a snarky grin that Bokuto wanted to slap off his friend’s face. He knew Kuroo was just busting his balls, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting sometimes.
This story is amazing…just wow!
Tendou, Asahi, Bokuto, Lev and Kuroo while they are with their wife in labor? And the wives very angry, bc “hey, you put this child/these children into me, you jerk” (I love so much this situation. *_* x)) Pretty please? *little kitten eyes*
So I changed this up a little bit for variety and realism’s sake; I just had a class all about coping with labor and the stages of it, so a lot of this is from that. Also, every woman is different. This came out a touch softer than the anon anticipated, I think, so sorry about that??? Hope you enjoy regardless!!!
~Admin Emma
Tendou
He remembered the suggestion in your labor class to walk, so he took you on a short lap around the maternity ward. You clung to his arm, and even if it hurt, he didn’t care. He couldn’t even imagine the pain you were in. You’d been extremely quiet so far, focused entirely on your labor. He wanted to try and distract you, maybe make you focus on something other than the pain, make you smile or laugh or just roll your eyes at him, but he couldn’t think of anything.
“____? Are you alright?”
Your grip tightened on his sleeve; your eyes squeezed closed, and you were drawing slow, careful breaths through pursed lips. He checked his watch–the contractions were getting closer together.
“Easy, babe,” he murmured, pulling you to a stop. “Come here. Just breathe… I’m here.”
He held you in what the nurse called the Slow Dance pose. He pressed in tightly on your hips, trying to match the intensity of your contractions, like the nurse told him. You put your hands around his shoulders and leaned heavily on him while he encouraged you to rock your hips. He would have to remind you later that you were a literal fucking rock star for taking a stab at natural childbirth. If it had been him, he’d have accepted all manner of experimental drugs if it meant he didn’t have to go through it.
“Satori,” you whimpered, your voice painfully small and broken. “It hurts so much, Satori. I can’t…”
“You can,” he assured. He couldn’t even try and joke, as much as he wanted to, if only to distract you. It broke his heart to hear you like this. “I know you can, ____. It won’t be much longer.”
Asahi
“Easy, ____,” he said softly, carefully helping you onto the birthing ball. He tapped on his phone a few times, setting an alarm for twenty minutes. “Alright, how’s this?”
“Better,” you groaned, carefully balancing on the ball. He watched you carefully, but you seemed fine as you gently rocked your hips. He put his hands on your shoulders, trying to be the support you so clearly needed but were too afraid to ask for, for some reason. Nearly a decade together and you were still so hesitant sometimes. “I’m sorry, Asahi.”
“What’re you sorry for, doll?” Asahi asked, digging his thumbs into that part of your neck that always made you melt.
“I’m being such a pain right now,” you said. “I feel useless.”
If it hadn’t been for the sincere regret in your eyes, he’d have laughed until he cried. Clearly, labor was making you a little insane; “Sweetheart, you’re having my baby. I couldn’t be happier right now!”
“But–”
“No buts,” he interjected. “You are doing amazing, and if anyone in this room is useless, it’s me. You’re doing all the hard work, and I will be here to support you, no matter what.”
You opened your mouth to respond, a small smile playing at the corner of your lips, before he felt the tension in your shoulders. All the air escaped your body in a hiss of pain and your hands curled into fists so tight, your knuckles turned white.
“Contraction?” he asked. You could only nod as you squeezed your eyes tight. “Alright, doll, easy. Breathe. Try and relax. Remember what the doctor said.”
You nodded as he pressed his hand against your coccyx, trying to apply counter pressure. He rested his forehead against the back of your neck, trying not to let his heart break at the soft sounds of pain you made. He wanted to fall apart–he was ready for the anxiety to overtake him any minute, but he couldn’t. He had to be your rock–your pillar–because you were doing to hard part.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity (though it probably felt longer to you) he felt you relax. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, and whispering what a good job you were doing. It may have been nonsense and gibberish, but it seemed to comfort you a little.
“You can do it, ____. I have faith in you.”
Bokuto
You were having what the doctors called “precipitous labor.” He wasn’t 100% sure what all the technical jargon meant, but you’d come in for a labor evaluation less than an hour before and you were almost ready to push. The nurses said that fast labors like this were extremely uncomfortable and could be incredibly intense, and Bokuto hated that you had to go through it, even if it meant it would be over faster.
You were on constant monitoring, so you couldn’t wander too far from the labor and delivery room. At the moment, you were balanced on a birthing ball with your face buried into the bed. He sat behind you, pressing the spiky plastic ball they’d given you into the small of your back. It seemed to be helping a bit, but he’d never felt more useless than when you let out a tiny sob of pain into your pillow. You’d been crying softly since your contractions became regular, and he wished he knew what to do.
“Kou,” you whimpered, raising your tear-stained face from the sheets.
“What is it, babe?” he asked, ready to spring into action. “What do you need? You need to switch positions? Should I stop what I’m doing?”
“No, just…” You bit your lip, your eyes squeezed tight in intense pain. He hated this–the doctor couldn’t even give you anything for the pain. You were too far along in your labor. “Can I have a hug, please?”
He had to grin at that; “Sure thing, babe. Whatever you need.”
He wrapped his arms around you, careful to avoid touching your belly–you’d told him that any pressure on it was too uncomfortable. He held you as tight as he could while maintaining pressure on your lower back. He could feel the moment you were racked with another contraction, and he tried to encourage you to relax a little bit, otherwise he knew it would be worse.
“I hate this,” you cried, holding your pillow to your face again. “Why does it hurt so much?”
“It’ll be all over soon, babe,” he tried to reassure you. “Then we’ll be parents. We’ll get to hold little Akio soon. Just a little bit longer.”
Lev
You’d had a plan, damn it. Every book, every anecdote, every class had said that walking, changing position, and moving around were best for expedient labor. So you’d planned on waiting to go into labor naturally, putter around your house until the last possible second, and go into the hospital.
Sadly, babies tended to ruin any and all plans, and unforeseen complications came up which meant you had to be induced early. The procedure had left you bedridden on constant, internal monitoring (which was just the pits, and you could confirm that). So now there was nothing to do but wait out the inevitably long, painful labor.
Bless your husband. He was trying, but you were cranky and in pain and there was nothing you could do.
“Fuck you, Lev! This is your fault!”
“How is this my fault!?” Lev asked helplessly, trying (and mostly failing) to dodge the pillow you threw at his head.
“You put your mutant spawn in me!” you exclaimed. “You just had to be freakishly huge! You just had to laugh when your mother proudly proclaimed you weighed 5 kilograms when you came out! We just had to do this naturally!”
“You’re allergic to pain meds, babe,” Lev said. You scowled when you saw his eyebrow cocked at you.
“You’re a jerk, Lev,” you sniffled, burying your face in your pillow. The nurses had already told you in no uncertain terms that you shouldn’t be screaming.
“Hey,” he whispered, suddenly near your ear. You shrank away from him as you felt another contraction coming on. “I know this sucks, but it’s not going to last forever.”
“Yes it is,” you whimpered. “I’m going to be in labor for the rest of my life. I’m going to die in this fucking uncomfortable bed.”
“Hey, where’d your big pillow go? I thought we packed it.”
“It’s in my bag, Lev, where the fuck else would it be?”
With some effort, he got you rolled on your side with your big maternity pillow supporting your legs and your huge stomach. It was getting so late and you were so tired, and you still had such a long way to go. You wanted to hit him, but his long fingers in your hair stopped you. You hated him at the moment, but he was being so sweet.
“I’ll see if I can’t score you some ice chips or something,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Try and get some sleep, babe. You’re a bit cranky.”
“A bit cranky?” you snapped. “If I was able to get out of this fucking bed, I’d knock you on your ass for that!”
You figured he realized his error, because even as fast as he was, you’d never seen him scurry like you did in that moment.
Kuroo
You’d learned early in the whole laboring process that the best way to go forward was to just stay calm. During your earliest contractions, you’d been ready to have a panic, because nothing was ready and you felt so grossly unprepared. But then, you’d sat on the couch, and Kuroo’s colossally fat and incredibly sweet geriatric black cat, Gumball, curled in your lap for a little nap, and something about it had calmed you. It had been the middle of the night, and you didn’t even feel the need to wake Kuroo up.
About six hours later, you’d decided to go to the hospital, you still had this odd serenity about you. Your doctor and nurses asked you if you needed anything for pain, and you just shrugged. You were fine, at the moment. You parked on the birthing ball, rocking back and forth, casually reading your book.
Kuroo, on the other hand, was a mess.
When he’d woken up to find you in labor, he had that panic you’d managed to not have earlier. He’d been ready to whisk you off to the hospital at that exact moment despite the fact that you were still very early and he was still wearing the bright pink Tokyo Disney pajamas you’d gotten him as a joke for his last birthday. Every contraction had him fluttering around you like a fussy mother hen, and his bed hair was even worse for the number of times he’d raked his hand through it.
You were dragged back to your present situation but a particularly intense contraction. You curled around yourself, whimpering quietly. The doctors said you’d passed pretty much passed straight through active labor and were heading into transition labor, so it would be more intense.
Poor Kuroo’s heart couldn’t take it anymore, it seemed.
“Babe!? You ok?!? You need anything? What can I do!?!”
“Tetsurou, please, it’s just a contraction,” you said once it passed. He rubbed soothing circles on your lower back, pressing his heel on your tailbone like he’d been taught. “Oh please never move your hand from my back, though. That feels amazing.”
“Whatever you need,” he replied. He was clearly exhausted and anxious–he looked like a stiff breeze might knock him over.
“What I need is my husband to survive long enough to meet his son,” you said sardonically, gently running your fingers over the back of his head. He practically purred as he leaned into your touch, leaning heavily on your shoulders. “You should sit and have a little rest, doll.”
“You’re the one in labor,” he sighed. “When did you get to be the supportive one, here?”
“You don’t have to sleep,” you said, ignoring his question. “I know you won’t be able to.”
“I just feel pretty useless.” He dropped his chin to rest on top of your head, gently caressing your rounded belly. You winced, but didn’t say anything. “I’m not used to being helpless in crises. I sort of thrive on action, you know.”
“Oh yes, my hero,” you shot back with a roll of your eyes. “Alright, action boy, if you want to make yourself useful, see if you can’t get the nurses to score me some ice chips or a drink of water, yeah? And fish my chapstick out of my bag for me.”
He smirked, shot you a mock salute, and returned to his full height; “You got it, babe.”
Melt my heart these are so CUTE! Also, I was so pleased to see you guys pop up on my dash!
I assume requests aren’t open right now?
You’re correct, at least for requests. If you want to send me any questions or chit chat it’s open for that. I’m SO CLOSE to finishing everything in my ask box in preparation for September’s AU event. If you haven’t yet, please go vote! The link is on my page. Thanks for reaching out.
Hey I think I’m still in time for a song fic request?^^’ Could I please get the song “first day of my life” by Bright eyes for Kuroo. I don’t mind what the story is but I had a scenario incase you were stuck. Maybe a foreign exchange student comes to Nekoma High and they slowly and shyly fall for eachother? Like they have to cope with the language barrier and she’s shy but they feel comfortable around eachother and he realised he doesn’t want her to leave? Thank you so much, have a good night:)
Thank you for the request! I’m sorry this isn’t exactly as you
requested but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
“First Day of my Life” by Bright Eyes – Kuroo
Kuroo doesn’t know why today feels different but there’s a
buzzing in his head that just won’t go away. It’s like all the world is tense
and waiting, waiting for something to happen. He rubs his eyes, ready to
believe he just didn’t sleep well last night. Flopping into his seat, he takes
out his notebook filled with volleyball formations to give a quick review
before class starts.
Your musical laughter sounds from the front of the room and
he looks up. His breath catches in the hollow of his throat. It’s like he’s
seeing you for the first time.
Yours was the first
face that I saw
I think I was blind
before I met you
The room and people around him fade away leaving only your
beauty caught in his gaze. How can it have taken him this long to notice how mesmerizing you are? And what changed? Did
you cut your hair, dye it? You wear the same uniform as all the other girls in
school but somehow, today, it hugs you just right, showing off your feminine
figure more acutely than ever before. His mouth goes from dry to wet, a quick
gulp of his throat taking down the extra saliva that has suddenly pooled there.
Is he seriously almost drooling over
you?
He notices too late that you’ve caught him staring and he
can only imagine the look that’s on his face when he sees your reaction to it.
Kuroo stands up, moving swiftly to your position by the
door. Without a word, he grabs your hand and tugs and you follow him without a
second thought. He’s your friend, you trust him and clearly something is wrong
if his expression is anything to go by. Soon enough you’re in a semi-secluded
spot near the lockers, away from the eyes of hall monitors, at least for now.
Kuroo turns around, towering over you as he looks down into
your eyes. You can’t read his expression, are unsure of what is happening or
where this is going but you stay silent waiting for his words.
I don’t know where I
am, I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I
want to go
A wave of nerves shakes Kuroo to his core; he finally
realizes what’s happened. It’s like he’s waking up from a haze. It isn’t that
his life has been bad before, but he knows, he just knows, that having you in it in a more permanent capacity will make
it so much better. So he swallows his fear, takes your hands in his and opens
his mouth.
“I don’t know why I never saw it properly before, _____-chan,
but…you’re amazing.” His words send your pulse into overdrive, the threat of
fainting real when he squeezes your hands and continues, “I know this is out of
the blue and I could have probably chosen a better time and place to do it, but…this
couldn’t wait.”
And so I’d thought I’d
let you know
That these things take
forever, I especially am slow
But I realized that I
need you
And I wondered if I
could come home
“Kuroo-san,” you whisper but he shakes his head and you fall
silent.
“______-chan, I…I really, really like you,” he confesses,
hands sweating as the words roll off his tongue. “Would you…would you consider
going out with me?”
Your eyes open wider in surprise but a second later you’re
smiling. Giving his hands a squeeze you nod your head slowly. Kuroo grins,
swooping down to gather you in a large hug around your waist. You let loose a
giggle as your arms wrap around his neck.
The impulsivity of his confession and your acceptance will
no doubt create waves in both your lives, especially since you’re a foreign
exchange student set to return to your home country at the end of the year. But
as you look in Kuroo’s eyes you know this is right and somehow, despite time
and distance in the future, you’ll make it work.
This is the first day
of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die
before I met you
But now I don’t care,
I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be
happy
Hello dear~ Aone is a minor character right?? May I request a scenario where he tries to comfort his gf who is agitated/upset that people keep telling her to smile and to not look so cranky, when in fact she basically just has resting bitch face? (She actually hates when people tell her to smile) *also this is totally not based on real life events, nope nope~* please make extra fluffy :)
Oh my dear, I love this gentle
souled giant SO MUCH! Thank you for requesting and I hope this makes you smile!
“_____-chan, why don’t you smile more? You know you’d look so much
prettier if you do.” You knew your best friend was just trying to help, but how
could that not be taken as a backhanded compliment?
“Really, ______, you have so much to be happy about, why do you always
look so glum?” If your mother was trying to encourage you, she failed miserably
only adding to your feelings of frustration.
“Geez, bad day?” a random classmate asks as you take your seat.
That was it. “No! It’s not a bad day, or a bad life, or a bad
anything!” you shout before you can think better of it. “Maybe I just have a
bad face!” There’s stunned silence around you but before anyone can say anything
else you run out of the room, Aone looking after you with a concerned frown. He
gets up, trailing behind you quickly and easily covering the distance thanks to
his long limbs.
He takes your hand, tugging you down a flight of stairs and under
it. You’re trying not to cry but failing miserably and he knows you’re embarrassed
so he sits on the ground and tugs you into his lap, allowing your arms to wrap
around him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.
“Why can’t people just leave me alone?” you mumble. “It’s
not like I’m doing it on purpose! This is just…my face!”
As you cry harder, his
embrace tightens, a deep rumble of disapproval at your predicament emanating
from his chest. Aone has never been one to speak a lot of words and can only
hope you understand how he feels through his actions.
After a few minutes, you quiet down with the only evidence of your emotional outburst being tear streaks on
your cheeks and the damp spots on his shirt.
“Why are people so judgmental?” you mutter.
Aone shrugs. He’s no stranger to people’s misplaced perceptions.
Truthfully, he’d been a little intimated by you himself when you first met but
he’d quickly learned how kind and compassionate a person you are, especially
when you were willing to sit next to him when no one else word. Over time, you’d
coaxed him out of his shell, never pushing him but rather waiting for him to open
up on his own. It’s one of the many things he loves and admires about you.
You inhale a deep breath, finally looking up at him, lips curling
into a soft smile at the look of concern on his face. “Sorry,” you whisper, “I
guess I’m just being a big baby.”
“Don’t apologize for how you feel,” he replies, large hand cupping
your cheek. “Just remember that you’re beautiful in every way, no matter what
anyone else says.”
You always bottle up Aone’s words like gifted treasure and these
sparkle like so many diamonds and rubies. A wider smile erupts on your face and
you lean up, kissing him gently. Locking lips with you never fails to bring a
blush to Aone’s cheeks but he bears the weight of possible embarrassment for
the privilege of your intimacy.
“I love you,” you say softly and he offers a small smile of his
own before he’s the one kissing a blush onto your cheeks.
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