For sure you can combine! Sorry this took me a
while and that’s it’s kind of short but I hope you like it!
Taiga Kagami – Kisses #15 and #16 – #15: licks their
lips and says “please” & #16: following the kiss with a series of kisses up
to suckle an earlobe
When you hear the latch unlock, your heart rate
increases; he’s finally home! You’d wanted to be waiting for him at the airport
but work kept you too late so the next best option was surprising him at home.
The door opens revealing a tired looking Kagami, but
when his eyes land on you his whole face lights up.
Rushing forward, your arms swing around his neck,
your height making it possible to reach his cheek easily which you pepper with
kisses as you express your joy that he’s back.
Eager hands grip your waist, his own lips kissing
the side of your neck from where he’s buried his face. When he suckles your earlobe,
you draw in a sharp breath, longing erupting from your heart; you’ve missed him
so much.
Pulling back to look into his red eyes you lick your
lips, a “Please” falling out before he’s kissing you breathless.
Despite being close to the same height, Kagami easily picks you up, kicking the
door shut before marching to his bedroom never breaking the kiss.
You land heavily on your back, air rushing out of
your lungs while he ravishes any flesh he can get his lips on.
“Taiga,” you breathe, hands carding
through his hair making him moan.
Just as things are heating up a voice from the
doorway startles you. “What a welcome home!”
“Alex, get the hell out of here!”
“But why?” the blonde whines, “the
show’s just getting started!”
With cheeks blazing redder than his hair Taiga gets
off you, slamming the door and muttering, “Damn pervert.” Looking down at you, your
lips plump from his kisses and cheeks flushed he grins. “Now, where were
we?”
I hope you enjoy this! It’s a bit of a troupe, I know but I was struggling with a good scenario so I hope you like it! Also, thank you for the well wishes of a nice day, I hope yours is and was good. 😀
Tooru Oikawa – Kissing Prompt #12 – Accidently being forced
inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before
they kiss someone pulls them back apart.
“Oh, _____-chan, yoohooo!” Oikawa calls your name. You
pretend not to hear him, intent on having a good time without interference from
him. What is he even doing here? He
hates these types of parties which is the only reason you agreed to come in the
first place; you were sure he’d never show up. How he can act so nonchalant
grates on your nerves.
The setter can see you’ve heard him, the wince of your
shoulders a dead giveaway which sends a tremor of sadness to his own heart. Apparently,
you’re serious about the whole “not talking to him ever again” thing. He
understands, mostly, but he’s determined to try again, determined to show you
he can be better.
Reaching you, he touches your shoulder. Turning you fix him
with an annoyed look. “What Oikawa?” you ask unkindly.
Keeping a faux smile on his face he asks gently, “Can I talk
to you for a minute?” When you don’t move away from your group he adds,
“Alone?”
“And if I say no?” you ask sipping your drink.
“Then I’ll just hang around you all night until you give
in,” he half jokes shrugging his shoulders.
You glare at him; he’s stubborn enough to do it too. You’re
sure if you really wanted to, you could get rid of him, but he’ll just try
again another time so it’s best to nip this in the bud now. Casting a look at
your friends, you huff dramatically and go up the stairs, Tooru
following in your wake.
Once you’re out of the main room, the noise dies down
considerably, once loud voices becoming a dull murmur mixed with the thumping
beat of whatever dance craze music is playing. Rounding another corner, you
stop next to a window, looking out of it.
Oikawa observes you, taking in your body language, the
expression on your face (at least what he can see of it) letting him know you
are in no way going to make this easy. Taking a deep breath, he says,
“______-chan, I never meant to hurt you. You should know me better than that.”
Unable to keep yourself from speaking, you whip around, eyes
blazing. “And you should know better than to continuously flirt with everything
that has an XX chromosome when you have, or rather had, a girlfriend! I mean, come on, Tooru!”
Seized with his own irritation, Oikawa loses his polite
façade, eyes narrowing and a slight scowl erupting over his face. “Well it
would have helped if you’d let me know how you were feeling instead of bottling
everything up and then just erupting one day in the middle of the quad! Do you
know how embarrassed I was? How much crap I took for that?”
“No less than you deserve,” you say heatedly, “and don’t act
like you didn’t know! How could you not see what that was doing to me?”
“Because I’m not a mind reader!” he shouts. “I can’t be
expected to pick up on every little nuance you throw out! If you were upset, you
should have told me!”
“I never should have been put into the position to need to tell you Tooru!”
Fed up with his arrogance and the loop de loop this
conversation is headed towards, you move to go around him but a misstep on the
carpet has you cannoning into him instead, the impact jolting both you from
your equilibrium. Reacting quickly, Tooru wraps his arm
around your waist, rotating on the ball of his foot to spin you back around. He
hits the wall harder than he meant to but it’s better him than you; plus,
counteracting gravity is no easy feat.
Pressed together, both of you look into each other’s eyes,
breaths mingling in panting exhales. Tooru’s eyes flick to
your lips, remaining there. You smell like cinnamon and he wants nothing more
than to kiss you senseless. You’re watching his lips too, unclear how you went
from raging mad to on the cusp of kissing your ex-boyfriend.
Tooru’s heart is racing. Maybe if he just
kisses you, he could remind you through actions how much he cares about you
since words obviously aren’t working.
He leans forward, lips about to brush against yours, when you’re
wrenched backwards out of his arms.
He looks up and sees your best friend glaring daggers at
him, her hand firmly clutching the back of your jacket. “I knew it was a bad
idea to let you go off alone together,” she says with irritation. Pulling you
along she continues, “Come on, we’re leaving. The company here is nauseating.”
Behind you, a frustrated sound between a whine and a groan
leaves Tooru’s lips; lips that still ache to taste yours. Because
for as much as you drive him crazy, you drive him wild too and he wants you
back. With a determined look, he rights himself. This isn’t over yet.
@volleygifs you inspired me to show off my Haikyuu swag. Made this through Vista Print because I couldn’t find a design I liked so I grabbed this image online and had it made. LOOK HOW BAD ASS MY (OUR) BOYS ARE!!! Ahem…pardon my shouting but I get really excited when it comes to this show.
You’re welcome! I’m so glad you liked them, I always get a bit nervous when I do head canons because on the one hand they’re supposed to be made up but on the other I want them to feel true to the character, you know? So thank you so much for letting me know you enjoyed them! I look forward to your next request(s) as well!
Hi luv! I’m so glad you enjoyed the Hanamiya scenario and that
it helped you feel better during such a stressful time. Hope you did well on
those finals! So, so sorry this took me so long to get done! I hope it’s worth
the wait and that you enjoy it. I do so love this sweet, hyper active owl boy!
Kotaro Bokuto – Will You Be My Manga-tine?
While sitting in your homeroom waiting for class to begin you
quietly read the latest manga of your favorite series. It’s just getting to a
really intense part when a loud voice says near your ear, “Hey! Hey! Hey! You
like ______ too? It’s my favorite!”
Turning your head, you start violently when you find intense
gold eyes peering into yours; Bokuto.
Smiling weakly, you nod, turning your head back to continue
reading. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything else, just takes his seat as the
bell rings which prompts you to put your book away. Focusing on the teacher,
you fail to notice Bokuto’s eyes remaining on you.
From his seat, he has a perfect vantage point of you, the
girl he’s had a crush on since the beginning of the year. Akaashi can’t
understand his fascination with you.
“She’s the complete
opposite of you in every way, Bokuto, what could possibly draw your interest to
her?” the setter asked as they walked home from school and the ace finally
confessed he wanted to ask you out but didn’t know how.
“I know! That’s what’s
so crazy but I can’t help it! I really, really like her Akaashi!”
That was a week ago and he still hasn’t gone through with
asking you on a date. For all his brazen, outgoing persona, the thought of confessing
to you makes his jaw lock up and words get jumbled in his throat. Sighing, he
rests his head in his hand, racking his brain on what to do.
Needing to run an errand that day for his mom, he deviates
from his normal route into the shopping district. Coming upon the shop where he
buys his own mangas, he sees an advertisement that the creator and author of
the series you and he both like will be coming to the store on Saturday to meet
fans and sign autographs.
“That’s perfect!” he shouts to no one rushing home and
completely forgetting the reason he came to this area at all. His mom is not
pleased, but he promises to make it up to her because he’s going back on
Saturday.
The next morning at school, he bounds across the courtyard,
his eyes shining even brighter than usual.
“What’s got you so excited?” Akaashi asks.
For answer, Bokuto flashes up a flyer of the shop event. “I’m
going to ask ______-chan to go with me to this! It’s perfect because she likes
the same manga as me so we’ll have something to talk about!”
“If you can get her to talk, if you haven’t noticed, she’s pretty
shy and mostly quiet Bokuto. I suggest not getting your hopes up too high.”
Momentarily deterred, Bokuto’s expression drops slightly but
it’s back the next second when he decides he isn’t going to give up. “I really
like her, Akaashi so I’m going to try.”
This morning is a repeat of yesterday; you reading and Bokuto
startling you out of the story but this time it’s because he thrusts the flyer
between the pages of your book and your face. When your eyes come into focus,
they widen slightly.
As you turn your gaze to his face, Bokuto can see you’re
wearing a small smile. “I’m planning on going, do you want to come with me?” he
asks simply and you nod. He holds in his hoot of jubilation, remembering
Akaashi’s advice to simmer down a bit around you but his smile is wide and
beaming. “Great! Um, here, let me get your number so we can figure out details,”
he goes on taking out his phone. You hesitate for a moment but then figure
there’s no harm; Bokuto may be loud and obnoxious sometimes but he’s actually
quite nice. He just makes you nervous because he’s so…so Bokuto. That and he’s
rather attractive which just adds to your feeling of inadequacy.
The end of the week cannot come fast enough for Bokuto and
when Saturday morning dawns he’s already up, running to the train station to
meet you. You both decided it best to get there before the doors open in case
there’s a long line. As he rushes around the corner, he sees you standing on
the platform.
“______-chan! Good morning!” he shouts.
You wince, still waking up and drinking your tea but send a
shy wave to him. As you wait for the train, Bokuto bounces on the balls of his
feet. How does he have so much energy? And this early in the morning? Finally,
your train pulls in and you board but before you can grab hold of a handle it
starts with a jerk, sending you flying forward. However, your downward trajectory
is halted by a strong arm around your waist. With a firm tug, Bokuto sets you
upright, though now your back is pressed to his chest.
Behind you, Bokuto hopes and prays you can’t feel his heart
racing. You’re in his arms…you’re in his arms and he’s internally screaming!
Never mind it’s because he was helping to make sure you don’t get hurt, never
mind the fact you have no clue he likes you as much as he does; you’re in his
arms and he knows more than ever now how much he wants to keep you there.
“Th…thanks, Bokuto-san,” you stammer out. You can feel his
breath on the back of your neck, the warmth of his body entirely too inviting.
If you don’t move now he’s going to think you’re a freak! But when you make a
move to extract yourself he tightens his grip ever so slightly.
Just as you’re about to question him, he lets go, saying, “Sorry,
just wanted to make sure you had your footing.” Of course, why else would he have
hung on? Because he wanted to? Ridiculous.
As you slip free of his grasp Bokuto already misses the feel
of your body next to his. You’re soft and feminine and pretty and gosh darn it
he wants to hold you again but properly this time! Should he…should he confess
now? But no, he just said something incredibly stupid; you probably think…well,
he actually has no clue what you think.
When you arrive to your stop, both of you are rather quiet,
retreated into your own thoughts. It’s a new side to Bokuto you’ve never seen
before and all your self-doubt crops up again; does he regret bringing you
because your clumsiness made things awkward? Should you make an excuse to leave
so he can enjoy the signing?
Before you decide one way or the other, Bokuto does it for
you. “Come on, ______-chan, let’s hurry!” Unthinkingly, he grabs your hand,
tugging you along at a hurried pace. When you round the corner and see the shop
you find there is already a rather long line. Stepping into it, you stand side
by side, the silence from before returning.
It’s doesn’t last long, however, when Bokuto looks at you
and asks, “So, what did you think of that last chapter?”
The next three hours fly by in a whirl of conversation, you
and Bokuto talking about your favorite characters, story lines, how much you
wish the next season of the anime would come out!
“We should watch it together,” he says enthusiastically
making you almost stop breathing. He…he wants to spend more time with you?
“Yeah, that would be fun,” you respond taking another step
forward as the line moves.
Eventually, you reach the signing table, meeting the creator
(who is very nice) and getting your books autographed. After a quick picture,
you thank them and peruse the shop, Bokuto sneaking away to buy you a keychain
he saw you eyeing. When you went back to get it, you were disappointed it was
gone and he had to stifle his laughter. He wasn’t ready to give it to you yet.
“Do you mind if we make a quick stop a couple blocks over?”
he asks as you walk out of a café having just finished lunch. “I promised my
mom I’d pick up some stuff for her.”
You smile; it’s sweet that he’s so helpful. “That’s really
nice of you Bokuto-san,” you say falling into stride with him. You’re much more
comfortable with him now, surprised he was able to get you to open up so much.
Usually you stay mum about your passion for manga and anime but with Bokuto it
just felt natural to talk; he actually seems interested in what you have to
say.
He shrugs. “Yeah, well, since I was so excited about asking you
to go to this today I kinda forgot to get the stuff for her earlier in the week.”
His words make you stop in your tracks and when he realizes
what he just said Bokuto’s eyes widen even more. Turning around, he decides now
is as good a time as any to tell you how he feels. Stepping closer to you, he
reaches out and takes your hand. When you don’t pull away, he sighs inwardly in
relief.
“______-chan, I…I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell
you…but…I…I really like you…a lot and I would love it, if you’d go out with me,”
he confesses.
You’re stunned to silence, mouth hanging open slightly.
“______-chan?” he asks and you blink.
“Yes?” you reply.
“Yes?! You mean you’ll go out with me?” he asks excitedly
squeezing both your hands.
You’d meant it as an indication for him to continue speaking
but then realize he’s been silent waiting for your answer. And though you’re a
nervous (but excited) wreck about the prospect of dating him, you actually appreciate
his enthusiasm.
“Yes,” you say more confidently, “I’ll go out with you.”
Throughout the rest of the day filled with errands, an impromptu
movie date (“Two dates in one day! This is awesome!” Bokuto shouts making you
laugh) and an early dinner, he doesn’t let go of your hand. At the end of the
day, he insists on walking you home. When you arrive, he hugs you tightly. “See
you on Monday,” he says, kissing your hand then turning it over to place in
your palm the keychain you’d wanted.
You surprise him and yourself when you fling your arms back
around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thanks for the great day,” you whisper
before pulling back and heading in your house. Outside, Bokuto is on cloud
nine, running the entire way back to the station to try to expend some of his
energy.
Hi there and thank you for the request! I hope these are to your liking
#14: Physical abnormalities (both visible and not, including
injuries/disabilities, long-term illness, food-intolerances, etc)
Were Hinata to answer this, he would say Kageyama is emotionally
disabled but we all know he’s making large strides in overcoming that issue.
However, when he was in elementary school he suffered a bad ankle break after
landing wrong while practicing in his backyard, which made him terrified that
he wouldn’t be strong enough to play volleyball. While at the doctor’s office
our young blueberry quite desperately clutched his coat and asked, “How do I
make my bones stronger?!” Startled, the doctor stammered out that he’d need to
make sure to consume a proper amount of calcium. Hence, Kageyama’s love of milk
(and really any dairy products) was born. When Karasuno makes it to Nationals,
he sends a thank you note to the doctor’s office for his advice.
#19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
This boy eats, drinks, breathes and lives volleyball, so there’s
no doubt it’s the first thing he thinks about before falling asleep, while
dreaming and the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up. His mind is always
going on it, running setting scenarios in his head, obsessing over timing, how
can he get better? If anything else makes it into his brain it’s quickly
consumed by all his thoughts of volleyball. No wonder the boy poor struggles in
school!
#49: Is this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their
fighting style like?
Unfortunately we’ve witness Kageyama’s fighting with Hinata, but that was
more of shouting/shoving match. If someone were to really come at him, I think he would hesitate to hit them due to
concern of hurting his hands. His hands are very important and while, yes, he
has other talent on the court, he’s the primary setter. He knows Suga can
handle stepping in but he “won’t lose” to him and damaging his hands in one
step in that direction. So I think he would dodge, maybe try to subdue them
another way or (secretly) hope that one of the second or third years happen by
(since they’re pretty much always together in some capacity) to give him a
literal hand; preferably Noya because the boy may be short but he knows how to
fight.
I 100% agree with you! Like I said before, if something you’re creating is getting 0 feedback it’s going to be hard to want to continue with it. Writers need feedback in order to feel motivated. And like you said, they are in no way obligated to put out one chapter a week and I see so many rude people asking fic writers for new chapters or telling them to hurry up. Just… N O.
Fic writers/fan artists don’t get paid, so pay them in feedback. We are consuming their works, give them something back. It’s the least we can do.
26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans
if things don’t work out?
Ushiwaka
1: I imagine him living in on campus dorms so that he’s always
close to the gym for practice. It’s sparely decorated, if at all, most likely
consisting of school issued furniture. His bedding would probably be black,
clean and simple but a really expensive “help you sleep amazingly”
pillow. Closet is well organized with his uniforms (school and volleyball) and
practice clothes taking up the most real estate. He doesn’t go out much so
having “street clothes” isn’t a priority. Really, the only outside
decoration come in the form of gag gifts given to him by Tendo just to see if
he’ll keep them. A faux potted plant, Sailor Moon lamp and tiger striped rug
are evidence he does. He’s barely there anyway, so why would silly gifts bother
him?
21: Turn-on: a girl who understands his devotion to volleyball
and supports him. You’d probably manage to catch his attention if you gave him
a care package for an away game and a simple note not telling him to do his
best but telling him he is the best. Hey, he may have mocked Oikawa for his
useless pride but that doesn’t mean he isn’t prideful himself.
Turn-off: anyone who considers themselves higher than they
should. We know this to be true for his volleyball opponents so it stands to
reason he’d think the same thing about a girl who talks big but has nothing to
show for it.
26: playing volleyball professionally. He has no doubt he will
but should the unthinkable happen and it doesn’t come to pass, he’ll probably
be a coach, never mind the fact he doesn’t talk much.
Aomine
1: Messy. There are clothes strewn about, wrappers from fast
food or candy overflowing from the trash can, a few basketballs in odd places.
He has blackout curtains since this boy loves his sleep. There’s naughty
magazines shoved under the mattress and idol memorabilia on one of his mostly
empty bookshelves. His room is fully his domain and he uses it to quite
literally get away from it all.
21: Turn-on: a girl with body confidence. Small, big, doesn’t
matter, if she has the proper confidence he’ll take notice. Sure, he’s
dominantly one who appreciates a more well-endowed figure but he isn’t set on
one type.
Turn-off: being bitchy to Momoi. Sure, he gives her shit all the
time but she’s like his sister, it comes with the territory. And yeah, she can
be a little annoying but he cares about her and if you’re rude or say a serious
insult to or about her, you can bet he’ll be walking in the opposite direction
and not looking back.
26: Same as Ushiwaka, he plans to go pro in his sport but now
that Kagami has beaten him he’s added fight training to his regiment. Can’t be
a professional basketball player? He’ll be the first from Japan to win the
Ultimate Fighter and join the UFC.
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