Hi! Can I request some headcannons for Wild Card Wednesday? What would Kuroko and Oikawa do for their fem!S/O’s birthday? It’s actually my birthday today and when I saw this I freaked. I’m also sorry in advance if this doesn’t follow your rules, I tried to read them but it wouldn’t let me. SFW and NSFW if it’s okay.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday
dear anon, happy birthday to you!

I’m sorry this took me all day to get to but I have a job
and adulting responsibilities that take up ALL MY TIME!!! Anyway, I hope you
had a most splendid day and YES you followed my rules perfectly.

Enjoy!


Oikawa

SFW

  • Lots of spoiling from this boy. He’s sure to tell EVERYONE
    it’s your birthday and to make sure wish you a happy one.
  • Gets you the perfect gift because he’s very observant and
    notices when you look at something with longing in your eyes.
  • Makes sure his fangirls leave you the hell alone or there will be hell to pay!
  • Cuts his practice time in half because he can’t wait to take
    you out to celebrate (and take you home to continue).

NSFW

  • Usually a teasing brat with an orgasm denial kink, he
    forgoes that part of his personality in favor of giving you exactly what you ask for.
  • But you have to ask for it. 
    • “Come on, ____-chan, I can’t give you
      what you don’t ask for”. OK, so maybe he’s still a tease.
  • However, when you do he aims to please and please he does. Kissing, massage, oral, rough fucking? Whatever you
    want, it’s all on the menu tonight till midnight. When the clock strikes twelve
    he’s back to himself; not that you’re complaining.
    • “I don’t think you’ve come so many times in one night, I
      hope you liked all my birthday presents,” he murmurs against your flushed,
      sweat soaked skin.
  • Leaves you boneless and breathless, his aftercare also top
    notch.
    • “Just lie there and relax,” he commands, going to get water
      and whatever else you need to replenish your energy 

Kuroko

SFW

  • He’s the perfect person to throw you a surprise party
    because he gives away nothing.
  • Taiga offers his place but you’re still unsuspicious because
    Kuroko is an alarming convincing liar.
    • “I just need to pick up a book,” he explains as you enter
      the building.
  • Upon entry, you’re flabbergasted by not only the entire
    Seirin basketball team being there but also the GOM and a few of your friends.
    • “Surprise!!!” they all shout and you almost fall over,
      Tetsuya being there to catch you.
    • “You little liar,” you murmur against his hair but he just
      smiles.
    • “You should have picked up on it when I said I needed a book from Kagami-kun.” 

NSFW

  • Slow, sensual and thorough sex is the agenda, Tetsuya taking
    his sweet time with you, giving gentle, barely there kisses until you’re
    tugging him roughly by the hair. 
    • “Patience, ____-chan.” 
    • “It’s my birthday,
      Tetsuya-kun, time for me to unwrap my favorite package.”
  • Upon reminder that it would be best to give you what you
    want on your special day, he complies, though he’s not a rough sex kinda guy;
    he just ups the pace a bit to your level.
  • When you’ve been satiated, he draws a bath for the two of
    you, settling you between his legs and massaging your shoulder all while
    placing delicate kisses to your skin.
  • You end the night back in bed, both sans sleep clothes, and
    fall asleep in one another’s arms.
    • “Happy birthday, _____-chan,” Tetsuya whispers, kissing your
      cheek before succumbing to slumber himself.

Hanamiya sending a reluctant Hara to distract/seduce the student council secretary (reader) from investigating the activities of the basketball club, by any means necessary for two weeks. Without knowing it, it becomes more than a facade between Hara and reader. But when reader finds out about his original intentions, what happens?

darkanddirtyknb:

Word count: 7,000
Requested by: Xaki

You’ve
spent seventeen years living like an average person, the outline of
your existence shifting through times both good and bad. Yet, it
feels as if you’ve lived your life on fast forward, like you’ve done
too much in too little time, and now you’re supposed to know all the
things that come with being an established adult—like you’re
supposed to know what you want to do with the rest of your life.

It
starts when you stare at the wall opposite you, heart pounding as
awareness creeps into your conscience; the only thing that breeds
certainty, like the static in your veins, is that you want him.

You
spend two weeks getting to know him, and two weeks trying to forget
him.

It
takes a month of self-persuasion to believe that you’ve given up on
him.

And
only seconds to realize that you’re lying to yourself.


You’re
sitting behind a desk when he comes in, eyes concealed by a mop of
hair and a grin on his lips. It disappears behind the sticky
transparency of bubblegum, snapping between the edges of his teeth as
he makes his way over to you.

There’s
arrogance in each step he takes, his stature carrying the promise of
arguable egotism. You busy yourself with a stack of papers,
disinterested in whatever he has to say, because nothing good ever
comes from boys who wear iniquity likes it’s the season’s latest
fashion trend.

He
ignores you in favor of plucking through the contents on your desk,
humming quietly to himself. The fact that you can’t see his eyes
makes you uneasy for a reason you can’t entirely explain. Then he’s
looking at you, muttering a pitiful pickup line that you try to
forget the minute it spills past his lips—but then he’s telling you
that you’re pretty, and for the first time in your life you feel
desirable. The spark of excitement lasts only a minute, but the
memory remains, sticks with you like the sugary sweet candy clinging
to the shape of his mouth.

When
he leaves you tell yourself it holds no real meaning, that he’s
probably toying with you—but you’re knocked sideways when he turns
around and flashes you a bright smile, one you didn’t know he was
capable of producing.

You
don’t know it then, but a part of you falls a little in love with him
right there.


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Wow!! This is amazing! The pacing is perfect, everything is painted clearly and the emotions are evident without feeling over done! So good!

College AU with Tendou and this girl he’s really into. Just a lot of deep conversations, millenials doing millennial things and low-key angst. Do whatever the hell you want with this, I’m sure it’ll be great ♡

theguessmonsta:

Okay at this point y’all should know letting me go to town with a Tendou promt is gonna end up… special. Thank you so much for this ask by the way. I owe you my life 


This was his worst nightmare. He didn’t know how he could possibly wind up late to a one o’clock class on a friday, but somehow, he found a way to do it.

Nobody gave him any odd stares as he slinked through the open doors at 1:27, much to his luck. That didn’t stop his nervous system from roiling, though. He couldn’t help but wonder why today, out of all the days of the year, (although the school year had only being going on for a week and a half) everyone in his literature class decided to show up. There wasn’t an empty seat open, at least, nowhere in the safe zone. The only open area he could see was front and center, and he would rather die than be placed in a situation like that. At this point, he figured if nobody saw him, he could just turn around and head home.

Although, that wasn’t the case.

Through his clunky reading glasses, the professor stared him down. He didn’t say a word but judging by the malice painted on his face, Tendou knew he was going to be in deep shit if he didn’t take a seat. He bowed, and as quick as possible hurried into the open seat in the front. The professor payed him no mind after that, he was one more irrelevant student out of 200. Although, the student next to him seemed to mind him very much. She had her chin rested in the palm of her hand, blowing small gum bubbles whenever the professor had turned his back. She kept sending Tendou a coy side gaze, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t put him on edge. His options were to either confront her about it and have the ordeal be over with, or stare her down right back. He went with the first option. Clearing his throat lightly, he leaned his cheek against his wrist and shifted himself in front of her line of vision. When she made eye contact with him, it was almost like her entire demeanor vanished. Tendou smirked.

“Any reason you’re staring at me, hm?” He expected her to shake her head and look away, maybe even scoot down the bench a little bit. He wanted her to be afraid of him, it’s what people who gave him dirty looks deserved. He expected fear, but there wasn’t any. Instead she kept a steady gaze and smiled bashfully, the apples of her cheeks flushing generously.

“I’m sorry if I was looking at you funny, uh, you can’t help a r.b.f.” She giggled nervously, her gaze shifting away, “I was looking at your hair, I… I really like it.”

Tendou had not expected this at all. Really, he was almost at a loss for words. He had gotten a set of passive aggressive insults ready and everything, but they were in no case needed. She complimented him. He must’ve made an odd expression, because her eyebrows turned up in confusion.

“Well, uh, thank you.” Is what he managed to splutter out, nodding his head and slowly turning back to the front of the room. The professor was rambling but Tendou hadn’t paid attention to a word he said. The only thing he could think of was the girl sitting next to him. Who was she? She had been the only person to send him a positive vibe on campus, and even if it hadn’t been such a tremendous compliment, it was a lot better than a backhanded “monster” remark. Much better.

Tendou made sure he’d never wind up late for a lit class again. That Tuesday he huddled through the doors at 12:55 with the rest of the class. For some reason, he had been looking out for her, even though he knew he shouldn’t. She was just a person trying to be nice, trying not to make a situation more awkward. She could hurt him, and he didn’t need that. But the moment he saw her already sitting down in the front of the room, blowing the same pink bubbles as she did last time, he made a beeline towards her direction.

“Hey.” He said, placing one hand upon the open desk to her right. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Not at all!” She peeped, moving her bag closer to her side, allowing him more space to sit.

“Thank you.” He nodded, throwing his bag onto the floor next to him.

“My name is __, by the way. It’s nice to meet you again.”

“__, huh? The name’s Tendou.” He hadn’t been making eye contact with her but he could see her staring at him from the corner of his eye. He liked her, but he didn’t. He refused to believe that she was being nice to him, truly. There had to be some sort of strings attached, some ploy she was scheming, he solely believed she was all but nice. He hated his trust issues.

Class resumed per usual, mostly spent on discussing a popular book everyone had read in high school. He spent the majority of his time on Reddit, not like anyone really noticed, though. Just as fast as it had come, it was now over. He rushed to pick his bag up off the floor before he felt a pat on his shoulder. He turned back around and cocked his head, stank eyes meeting those of a doe.

“Do you have any other classes today?” She inquired, shuffling with her own bag as he did with his.

“No, why?”

“You… wanna go grab a coffee with me or something after this?”

This definitely caught Tendou by surprize. He blinked a few times, then chuckled. He couldn’t help but shake his head.

“And why in the world would you want to do that?” His words dripped with malice, and she seemed confused by his statement. She gaped for a moment before she came up with something to say.

“To get my daily caffeine fix and keep my social life intact? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, it was just a suggestion, I mean-”

“Sure, __, I’d love to.” He smiled, slinging his bag over his shoulder and waiting for her to slide out after him. Internally, he was screaming. Although this situation was so simple, it was so hard for him to wrap his mind around. Somebody who barely knew him wanting to get to know more about him. Never, ever in his life had a situation come up like this. It had to be a setup.

While walking next to her, Tendou had noticed a lot of things. She was significantly shorter than him, much shorter than any girl he had been involved with in the past. She had a spring in her step that made her seem more lively than most, but when he looked in her eyes, she had the same lethargic vigor as any other college student. He reckoned that he liked her eyes, though.

“So.” She said, the chilly air around them billowing her breath. “ What made you decide to come here?” Tendou shrugged.

“To get as far away from home as possible, to be honest.” At this she laughed, not because what he said was funny, though.

“I can relate. I think by the middle of senior year I was pretty much just throwing darts at a map and going with the farthest place away from there.”

“Ah, don’t tell me you really did that, now? You must have an aspiration in mind, right?” __ looked up at Tendou and shrugged, then sighed.

“I mean, I’ve always wanted to become a neurosurgeon, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen. What about you?” She looked up at him, but didn’t receive a response. This girl had to be kidding, Tendou thought.

“Clearly you’re smart enough to even think about being a neurosurgeon. Don’t give me that ‘I can’t do it’ bullshit.” He stuck his tongue out at her, to which she snorted in response. “I’m here for law, doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Like a lawyer? What made you want to be a lawyer?”

“Well, what made you decide you want to cut into people’s skulls for a living?”

“My sadistic streak.”

Tendou shot her a look out of the corner of his eye. He sucked his lips in and shook his head, holding back a smirk.

“I was so-o joking ple-ease don’t take that seriously.” She covered her mouth with her hands. She shook her head apologetically and Tendou couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

“Why should I listen to you? It might just be another one of your sadistic thoughts, hm?”

“Oh, this is a horrible first impression. I’m so sorry.”

“Sadists don’t say sorry, __.” She gaped, then popped her lips.

“On the topic of sadism, what kind of things are you into?” She inquired.

“Are you asking me about my kinks or what I do for fun?”

“The second one!”

“Well, uh, the first one could apply to both.” He smirked, only for her to wiggle her eyebrows. “But uh, to sum me up, I’m basically just a taller than average nerd.”

“Well, I’m a shorter than average nerd, it’s nice to meet my kin.”

They arrived at the coffee shop near his dorm room a quick minute later. He didn’t know what to think of __, not one bit. For now, he decided that he liked her. She got him. At least, she got the person he presented himself as. She listened to everything he had to say and more, and judging by her demeanor she liked talking to him. He found out she liked anime and could name all 196 countries on earth. He found out she was a dancer in high school but quit because she had to, not because she wanted to. He told her all about Shiratorizawa, the good parts, at least. He brushed the thin skin above the hard flesh and decided that, if they were to stay friends, he’d let her in on the cruelty later on. Her coffee order was just as odd as she was, it took her longer to explain than it actually took them to make. She was different, Tendou could sense it, and he could sense something else creeping up on him too.

At the end of it all she had given him her phone number. He warned her that he may just send an onslaught of memes to her at three in the morning, but that made her want to give him her number even more. “I’d rather get unsolicited memes than unsolicited nudes”, is what she said. He had dropped her off at her dorm at six and on his entire walk home he felt dizzy. He was overthinking again, but it couldn’t be helped. Although in the front of his mind, all was positive. She liked him, she wasn’t afraid of him. She complimented his hair and his freckles and his sense of humor. She was flirting with him, she liked him. There was nobody she was using him for, she said it herself that she barely knew anybody. But why couldn’t he bring himself to believe her? Maybe one day, he’d bring it up to her. For now, he just wanted to pass out.


“You wanna get deep, Satori?”

It was a question she had asked at two in the morning on the friday night before spring break. A question that made his heart race out of his chest. They were alone in his dorm room along with dozens of empty soda cans, all the lights off besides the cheap lamp on his nightstand. They sat on his bed, legs crossed, facing each other. For the longest time none of them said a word, before Tendou let out a sigh.

“You really wanna get deep with me, __?”

“I’ve wanted to get deep with you since the day we met.” She shrugged, taking a subconscious sip of her coffee. “Is that weird?”

“Kinda… not judging though.” Tendou shrugged. He cracked his neck and placed his half empty can of coke on the nightstand. “I trust you well enough to tell you my tragic anime villain backstory. You cool with that?”

“Lay it on me.”

Tendou sat silent for a moment, contemplating the situation he was wedged into. It was way too late and he was already high on the feeling of sleep deprivation, and there was nothing left for him to lose.

“I was kind of a weird child. Hell, I’m still a weird child depending on who you ask. Ah, weird elementary schooler, we’ll go with that. I’ve always loved volleyball ‘cause its so fast paced without getting physical. I was addicted to that… rush. You prolly don’t get what I mean by that.”

“I feel what you mean.”

“Good. I started playing when I was six or seven-ish. Loved it. Didn’t love me though. The other kids… the other kids would bully me. A lot. I was called a… a monster. They didn’t like my hair or my eyes or my freckles or the way I moved…. I was just a human version of road bump. In their way. They’d beat me up but I never fought back. I always went home with a split lip or a black eye… tons of scrapes. It was really hard… insanely. I ended up beating one of them in a volleyball match with this block, which pretty much became my signature. I told you ‘bout the Guess Block, right? I wasn’t bullied as much after that, at least, not physically. Middle school sucked. I mean, middle school sucked for everyone, right? My teammates talked so much shit, so did my coach. I was included but damn, I was never included. Nobody liked me but I kinda just had to deal with that. I didn’t even like myself. Until high school came. Damn, when I say high school was the best three years of my life, I mean it. Best team ever, awesome group of guys. The type of people who would kick someone’s teeth in if they looked at you funny. It was acceptance, I… I loved it. Sometimes I even forgot that people ever hated me ‘cause these guys made up for every shitty moment of my life up until then. I wanna say those were the only friends I’ve ever had. The only people who didn’t see me as… a monster. Graduation sucked, it was like leaving the only paradise I had ever known. I’m proud to say I cried for three days straight in my bedroom afterwards. You can quote me on that if you ever need blackmail, by the way, __. When I met you here I think I was sceptical about you for two months straight. I’ve never met somebody who was nice to me outside of that volleyball team and you were just… weird. Like, what’s this pretty girl talking to me for? She’s using me, she’s so using me. I dated two girls in the past, one I dated for a week before she cheated on me with another guy in my class, horrible, right? And another dated me for a day and broke it off ‘cause she told me the only reason she got with me was to get closer to the volleyball captain. The volleyball captain was my actual best friend, just to let you know. Then uh, I met you and you were nice to me. You were genuinely the first person out of the team to not think I’m a monster and… and I dunno. That’s my fucked up life, beat that.”

She didn’t say a word as he finished up his rant. His face was red and he refused to look her in the eye. She knew it now. She knew the roots of his trust issues and his depression, the thoughts he’s never told anyone. She was silent as she reached over and pulled him into her arms, holding him tight as he shook. His arms found their way around her middle and he pulled her closer towards him, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. Tendou decided that this was nice, he could live like this.

“I’m so sorry, Satori.”

“It’s alright.”

“You know, the first time I saw you I thought you were crazy attractive?”

“Really?”

“That’s why I was staring at you. I could’ve screamed.”

“You’re lying.”

She said nothing after that, compensating to running her fingers through his matted hair.

“Satori?” She peeped after a moment of brief silence. He sniffled, lifting his head out of the crook of her neck.

“Hm?”

“You know those two girls you dated?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Have you ever been kissed?”

Satori gawked at her with wide eyes. If his heart hadn’t been hammering before it sure was now. He sighed, and shook his head.

“Will I be the biggest loser on earth if I say no, I haven’t?”

“No…” she shook her head. She blinked slowly then sighed. “Satori, can I kiss you?”

His mind went blank for a moment. It was now three in the morning and nothing else mattered to him besides her, sitting in his arms and looking at him like he meant the world to her.

“Yes.”

So she did.

She cradled his head in the palm of her hand and wasted no time in pressing her lips against his. He had short circuited, his mind even more scrambled than it had been before. He didn’t know what to do so he just went with whatever he could. His nose bumped against hers, same goes for teeth, but she was soft. She pulled away for a split second and let out a puff of air, then went back to delicately kissing him.

She pulled away after a moment, looking into his eyes and brushing the pad of her thumbs across his cheeks. She was flushed up to the core, and it made Satori smile.

“You deserve to be loved, Satori. You deserve everything. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met and I’m insanely proud of you. I love you.” She whispered, thumbs still brushing circles across his freckled cheeks. Her words made him tear up, but she didn’t notice. Maybe she did, but payed no mind to it. She loved him. That’s all he ever wanted to hear.

“I love you too, __. Thank you.”


He didn’t quite remember what happened next, it all being just a sleep induced blur. What he did know is that the next morning he woke up with her cradled in his arms, under the covers with her hands in his hair. For the first time in ages, he had woken up happy. He didn’t want to move, hell, he didn’t even want to think. He wanted her to kiss him again, he wanted to tell her he loved her again. He wanted her to be his.

For the first time in his life, Tendou Satori had felt loved.

Internally screaming, this is amazing!!! @haikyuulovercompany got another awesome Tendou you gotta read!

Kiyoko and Kiyoshi first meet, date, kiss headcanons? Pretty pleasee. Congrats on your 500 bby, you deserve it!! More followers come your way 😍😍😍

Thank you for the congratulations, I can’t believe since you requested I’ve gained over 400 more followers so you were definitely right in your prediction, lol! I know you asked to change your request and that’s cool but
I got SO EXCITED at the thought of this pairing that I had to do this one as
well. Sorry it’s so damn late!


First Meeting: Kiyoko was visiting her cousin in the district
near Seirin High School. While on her way back to the station she was bothered
by some hoodlums. Kiyoshi happened to be in the area and though he was (as
always) acting kind his imposing size made them think twice about trying
anything. When they’d left, he asked if she was ok and if she’d like for him to
escort her the rest of the way and wait with her which she accepted. As they
were waiting they talked and found her cousin to be a classmate of Kiyoshi’s.
As the train arrived he wished her safe travels. The whole way home Kiyoko
couldn’t stop thinking about the handsome boy who’d helped her and hadn’t
treated her like just a pretty face.

Second Connection: After their meeting, Kiyoko couldn’t get
him out of her head and the same was true of Kiyoshi, the later cursing himself
for not at least trying to get her number but he didn’t want to spook her after
her unpleasant encounter. It’s Kiyoko who makes the first move to reconnect,
asking her cousin to ask Kiyoshi if it is ok for her to give Kiyoko his contact
information which he readily agrees to. They begin texting and before long
Kiyoshi asked her out to dinner, offering to come to Sendai. But she insists it
would be easier if they met in his area, knowing the boys on her team would
somehow catch wind of her on a date and she didn’t want it spoiled.

First Date: When the day of their date arrives, Kiyoshi is
waiting for Kiyoko at the station, a soft smile on his face as she exits and
walks towards him. He takes her to a quaint mom and pop restaurant known in the
neighborhood for their homemade dorayaki. As they eat, Kiyoko expresses her
appreciation of the food (which happens to be Kiyoshi’s favorite) and advises
that next time she’ll have to take him to her favorite place to get tenmusu.
She blushes furiously when she realizes she assumed he’d want to go out with
her again but he assures her she’s not wrong with a gentle laugh.

First Hand Holding: The two of them take things slowly which
is a little easier to do considering they live in different cities. It’s on
their fourth official date at a garden walk that Kiyoshi reaches out and takes
her hand, his eyes meeting hers in a silent question of whether she’s ok with
the contact. She responds by squeezing his hand before looking back at the scenery.

Meeting the teams: Since both Karasuno and Seirin are like
their unofficial families the time to meet them arrives fairly soon after they
make the decision to date one another exclusively. Needless to say, the meeting
with Seirin went considerably easier than the one with Karasuno. Tanaka and
Noya had mixed feelings about the whole thing, being both devastated and awed
when they meet Kiyoshi. But he is able to win them over fairly quickly, along
with the rest of the team. All the Seirin boys were a bit flabbergasted by
Kiyoko’s appearance, Hyuga wondering aloud how a doofus like Kiyoshi could land
such a beautiful girl.

First Kiss: Their first kiss occurred on New Year’s Eve, six
months into their dating life. They were at a festival with both their teams in
Tokyo and at the stroke of midnight Kiyoshi asked if he could kiss her. When
she agreed he leant down, kissing her lips very gently before wishing her a happy
new year. She returned the sentiment then grabbed his shirt to tug him down
into a more heated kiss, both their cheeks blazing.

Actions vs Words – Mitobe Rinnosuke

You thought you could handle the silence. But over time it
became heavy instead of peaceful, you felt awkward instead of comfortable and
ignored rather than heard.

“You love me, right?”

His eyes go wide, head nodding furiously in affirmative
response to your question.

“Then why don’t you say it?”

When Koga opens his mouth, you hold up your hand. “He’s
a grown man, let him speak for himself.”

Mitobe stares at you for a moment then reaches and touches
your face. His thumb ghosts over your cheek back and forth but he still doesn’t say
anything. A raise of his eyebrows has yours furrowing in frustration as a sigh
escapes your lips.

Pulling away, you shake your head. “That’s not enough
anymore Rinnosuke. I’m sorry.”

Weeks go by and the silence is still there but now there’s
no accompanying steadfast presence to go with it. You figure someday you’ll be
ready to try again with someone new but for now, even though it was you who
pushed him away, you miss Mitobe so much.

After two months, Koga can’t take it anymore, storming up to
you and saying without preamble, “Do you know why he accepted your
chocolate and reciprocated on white day? It wasn’t just because he thought you
were cute. It wasn’t because he felt obligated. It’s because he could tell you
actually liked him and weren’t just playing a game! Weren’t betting to see if
you could get him to talk!”

You feel your breath get caught in your throat, tears stinging
the edges of your eyes.

“You were the one girl in this whole damn school who
cared about him as he is with no ulterior motive. And he’s suffering now! He
loves you so damn much and he’s withering away without you! Whatever happened
to ‘actions speak louder than words’?! How can you not have seen how much he
cares?” He points to a door. “Go on the roof! See for yourself if you
can’t tell he loves you!”

You don’t know why you go but you do and the sight you find
breaks your heart. He looks up, sad eyes meeting yours. Before you can blink, you
rush forward, propelling yourself into his lap.

A startled inhale of breath is all you hear before you kiss
him, hands raking through his hair. His hands clasp your waist, trailing to
your back and pulling you flush against him. When you pull away he’s breathing
hard, you both are. Cupping his face, you look in his eyes, silently letting
him know, I’m sorry.

He swallows once, twice then opens his mouth. But before he
can say anything you put your hand over it, whispering, “It’s ok. I know.
I love you too.”

You feel him smile against your skin and return it before
kissing him again.

Mayuzumi please for number 73 dates fic meme ;)

I’m sorry this is so short, but I hope you like it!


Mayuzumi – Date #73 – Ice
skating/roller skating

“I don’t know how you talked me into this,”
Mayuzumi complains rubbing his hands together, his breath coming out like
steam.

“Because you love me,” you quip back lacing up
your skates

Stepping out onto the ice, you effortlessly glide across its
surface, spinning once before taking off swiftly, the bite of the cold air invigorating
against your skin.

Your hair whips around and you feel free, you always feel
most free here. Turning around you see your boyfriend still on the snow. “Aren’t
you coming?” you shout, your voice carrying far in the silence of the
surrounding woods.

Mayuzumi blinks, coming out of his haze from watching you.
You look positively ethereal in your blue and white winter clothing, the bright
full moon shining down on the secluded pond behind your parents’ home.

Skating out, he’s still cold and uncomfortable but he has to
admit the vision of you doing what you love is worth the sacrifice.

Hello! I was going through your blog again (I adore it and you, btw!) and I just realized that I forgot to ask for a Japanese name on my match-up. Would you be willing to hook me up with one based on my personality from my match-up and possibly another scenario with my husband, Daichi? Maybe something like him getting protective and defending me, since I don’t do that, myself, if you don’t mind? Thanks so much, love!! <3 <3 <3

haikyuulovercompany:

Don’t worry! Since you sent it with your blog name, and not as an anonymous friend, I could find your request with no problem at all!! You got it, love!! Good to see another request from you in my box!! 

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It had been an unbelievable experience for Karasuno to win against
Shiratorizawa. Everyone around them kept repeating the slim possibilities they
had, some even told them they got zero chances of making it through the final.

But they did. 

Of course they did.

And if that had been one memorable moment, it was almost crazy to think
nationals were already taking place.

Your presence at nationals was a complete, but pleasant surprise for
Daichi. He had taken you out two days before heading to Tokyo in order of
celebration, and so he could tell his proper goodbyes. He wasn’t going to be
gone for long, and if they lose, well, then his time away from Torono was going
to be even shorter. 

At the middle of the dinner he had timidly asked if you were going to be
able to be there, at least for a day. You had said that you wouldn’t be able to
be there since your mother wouldn’t let you miss school, and you had seen his
eyes dropped in disappointment. You assured him you would be cheering for him
from home, and he had given you a smile you knew it wasn’t genuine. That had
turned you on fire. 

As soon as you got home, you discussed with your mother the possibility
of going to Tokyo at least for one match. You begged her to let you be at least
in the first match Karasuno was having. You took out all of your cards, all of
your tricks, until your mother agreed. You were going to nationals only for a
day. It was enough.

You kept it a secret. It had been one of the most difficult things you’d
had to do in such a long time. You wanted to call him and scream to him you
were going to be there. You retained yourself successfully. 

So by the time Karasuno had won their first national’s match, you
couldn’t help to scream his name as you hang on the railing as if your life depended
on it. You were perfectly able to see how his expression changed when he heard
your voice, and the smile plastered on his face once he verified it was true,
you were there. 

You left the bleachers so you could find your way to him. The place was
big, but the guides were clear enough for you to easily find your way to him.
Or so you thought.

You were going in the right way, but you were there at the wrong time. As
you approached the zone where Daichi was supposed to be, someone crashed
against you almost making you lose your balance.

A hand gripped one of your forearms keeping you on your feet. They were
only two guys who looked like they were a couple of years older than you.
College guys at most, but not older than that.

The one that had you by the arm let you go, and you were about to say a
polite ‘thank you’ and go on, but his friend joined the two of you, and
suddenly they were looking at you with casual smiles that only sent shivers
down your spine.

“Hey, so tell me,” started to say the one who had kept you from falling,
“what’s your pretty face doing around here?”

“I’m going to miss the match, so I need to go now,” you quickly said. You
didn’t want to give those guys any personal information, nothing to help them
identify you in the future. You only wanted to be out of there. 

You turned around ready to leave, but they got a hold on you again. “Oh,
come on, which match?” he pulled you up to them again. They were still smiling
at you as if they hadn’t got the hint you didn’t feel like staying with them.
“There’s a lot of them going on by now. Maybe we can watch it together,” he
insisted. 

“No, thank you. I just really need to go. Please let go of my arm,” you
managed to say somehow. Your heart was through the roof. People surrounded you,
so you were sure they weren’t stupid enough to try to do anything to you in
front of such a crowd. It still made you uncomfortable. 

“Oh, what’s the deal? You think you’re too good for us?” said the
friend. He had a frowned on his face making it clear your rejection was pissing
him off. 

“N-no. I just want to joint my boyfriend, please.” 

You thought that declaration was going to be enough for them to leave
you alone. It wasn’t. They kept the same faces as they kept holding your arm.

“It’s more fun with us,” said one of them again.

“I thought I heard she said she didn’t want to,” a familiar voice spoke
behind you. You turned your face so fast you swear your neck could’ve snapped. 

Daichi was standing there with a neutral face. He was already wearing the
black Karasuno pants and jacket, and he didn’t look sweaty anymore. 

“Is that your boyfriend, sweetheart?” asked the guy again. You only
nodded. Wouldn’t they just let you go?

Daichi walked to where you were, his expression was unreadable. “Why
don’t you go, and we can be done here?” 

“Seriously?” asked the guy’s friend with a snort. “We’re college guys.
You should know who you’re talking to, kid.”

Daichi grabbed the guy by the collar of his jacket and aggressively
pulled him closer to him. His expression had finally changed into the scary one
every single one of his teammates feared.

“I don’t care who I’m talking to. Leave my girlfriend alone, or I will
make you do it.” 

They guy sneered, and you swear the veins in Daichi’s neck and arms were
going to explode; they were intensely palpitating against his skin. You feared
the worst. Your boyfriend was at the verge of throwing the first punch. For one
unique second you regretted being there. You should have stayed home, or at you
should’ve run from them when you could. 

“Daichi stop right now,” another voice interrupted him. Ukai appeared
from nowhere, and broke the two of them apart with one strong push. “If you get
into a fight right now you could cause Karasuno’s disqualification. I know you
don’t want that to happen.”

Daichi took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He was trying to recover
his usual composer, but his hands still were two shaking fists. He was still
mad.

“Let her go before I report you from harassing a minor,” said Ukai again
to the guy holding your arm. He immediately released you throwing his hands on
the air. 

“Okay. We’re leaving. I’m sorry,” said the guy as the two of them backed
up a little, before turning around to leave.

You looked around noticing how everyone’s eyes were on you. You also
noticed that practically the whole volleyball team was there as well. Asahi was
holding a furious Tanaka who was ready to take on those guys, and Sugawara was
doing the same with Nishinoya.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Daichi.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you answered. “At least now I am.”

“I’m glad.” 

“Sorry for the trouble I almost
got you in,” you said with a soft blush on your face. You never thought you
would find yourself in that kind of situation. And the only thought of Karasuno
being disqualified terrified you.

You smiled at him trying to ease him. He gave a small smile back, and
pulled you into your arms. 

“It wasn’t your fault. You’re now with me, so everything’s fine.” 

“Yes. Everything’s more than fine,” you whispered against his chest.
There was no better feeling than being there, feeling save in his arms.

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Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it! 

I LOVE protective Daichi!! This was great!

Character drabble number 3 with takao pretty please :))

Kazunari Takao Prompt #3: “I’m not jealous”

Walking through the arcade, Takao’s smile is wide and
bright, his hand clenching yours tightly. You shoot a sidelong glance at him,
giggling at his eager disposition.

Spying a basketball shooting game, he tugs you towards it, ignoring
your groaned protests.

“No fair! You can’t pick something you have such an
advantage in!” you whine when he steps up to the line.

“All’s fair in love and arcade wars babe,” he
replies cheekily, inserting both his and your player cards.

The machine clamors to life as you both pick up a ball.
“Loser gives the winner a hand massage,” he announces and you roll
your eyes but then focus on the challenge ahead.

Two minutes later, it’s over score 20 to 30.

“I can’t believe I won!” you exclaim happily.

Takao grumbles something about it being harder because the
basketball is weighted differently and the hoop distance isn’t the same.

“Ah, don’t be jealous that I’m a better shot than
you.”

I’m not jealous!
I’m just stating the facts.”

You laugh, pecking your lips against his pout which melts it
away into his normal grin.

“Guess it’s not all bad,” he admits.
“Besides, now I can tell everyone my girlfriend is a damn good shot!”

Can you also do the date fic meme no. 4 for Himuro. Pretty please ^^

As always thank you for your patience!


Tatsuya Himuro – Date #4 – Dance class

“It’s hopeless! I’m a hopeless, two left footed
loser!”

Slumping to the ground, you clutch your arms around your
knees, head falling forward to hide your tears.

“Give us five minutes,” Himuro says to the
instructor and she nods, walking out of the studio.

Silence fills the room as Himuro keeps his eyes on your
crumpled form; he hates how much pressure you’re putting on yourself about
this.After giving you a few moments to compose yourself, he
crouches next to you, hand on your head.

“Sweet love, we don’t have to have a fancy first dance.
We don’t have to have one at all if you don’t want, I’m just happy to be
marrying you.”

Your head lifts, tears still standing in your eyes.
“But I wanted everything to be perfect.”

“That’s not possible,” he replies gently and you
nod, biting your lip to try to stem more tears.

Standing, Himuro tugs you to your feet and into his arms.
He, of course, has had no problem learning the moves of this dance. He may not
believe perfection is possible but you disagree because he’s perfect.
Everything he does ends the way he wants it.

“That’s not true,” he says when you express these
thoughts. “I’ve failed plenty of times, in something I love too.” He
tilts your head up, looking in your eyes. “But I kept going and didn’t give
up. Come on, lets try again.”

Slowly he leads you, swaying side to side, one hand on your
waist and the other grasping gently but firm to yours.

And so you dance, the thrum of your hearts all the rhythm
you need.