You do Free! Now???!!! I’m livingG!!! Kay, sorry bout that. How about a Run scenario, he’s visiting Australia and his crush is there to meet him, but he was a douche in the past and now he wants to make a move but doesn’t know how?? Fluffy if you please.

Yes and I so glad people are excited about it!

Rin, as you know from my announcement post, is my fave swim bae with Makato a close second (maybe tied for first because Coach Makato is my new drug as much as Captain Rin is).

So I’m switching this if you don’t mind because the scene I had pop in my head worked a bit better if the s/o is visiting him in Japan. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the ask and the enthusiasm!

Starts out melancholy but ends fluffy!

“Nitori! Don’t spread your legs too far, you’ll get fatigued faster!”

“Hai, Rin-senpai!”

“Momo! Stop flailing around! I thought you could swim?!”

“Sorry captain, I thought I saw Gou!”

Rin rubbed his forehead. At this rate he’d look like an old man before he graduated! Twirling the chain of the whistle held loosely in his hand, he continued observing and giving guidance to his swimmers. Thank goodness he’d done his work out already, he was going to be here a while whipping these little sharks into shape. But despite his irritation, he felt his lips tilting up a bit as he saw Nitori do a flawless turn and Momo finally swim a perfectly straight and fast line; maybe there was hope for them yet.

A dull murmur from behind vied for his attention but he ignored it until an unmistakable voice came to his ear. “Good to see you smiling again, I thought maybe you’d forgotten how.”

Rin slowly turned around, chest tight and palms suddenly sweaty. He stared, blinking rapidly. Did he have too much chlorine in his eyes? No, not with wearing goggles. So the only other explain there could be was you were actually there.

“What are you doing here?” he blurted out.

You rolled your eyes, hands resting on your hips. “Is that anyway to greet a foreign guest?” you teased, eyes lighted with mirth.

“Rin-senpai, did you see- oh, hello!” Nitori scrambled into a bow, saying to the floor, “Welcome to Samezuka! I’m Nitori Aiichiro, please to meet you-” he paused as he stood straight.

“________,” you supplied, returning the bow with a slight bend of your waist. Your eyes met Rin’s once more. “That’s how you do it,” you laughed. Turning on your heel you called over your shoulder, “Catch you later, captain!”

For some reason, Rin’s cheeks flushed pink.

“Captain, are you ok? Who was that?!” Momo asked bounding next to Nitori.

But Rin was already moving to follow you, calling over his shoulder, “Take five, I’ll be back!”

You took a deep breath of chemical free air, letting the breeze cool your face. It was odd seeing Rin again after so long. After you’d parted on not the greatest of terms.

Watching him work with his team, it was like you were looking at a completely different person; maybe you were. Because the Rin you knew wouldn’t have been caught dead instructing, much less encouraging others; especially younger teammates.

He seemed bigger somehow, which you couldn’t really understand since it had only been a year since you last saw him. Still, a lot can happen in that time and you wondered what it was that took the snot nosed, high and mighty Mastuoka Rin down a few notches; while somehow elevating him at the same time.

You were about to head off campus back to your hotel when Rin called out, “Wait up!”

You stopped, turning to watch as he ran up to you. He halted, slightly out of breath which you found funny considering how much he probably trained. Red eyes met yours and you almost gasped at the wealth of emotion playing in them. It’d been so long since you’d seen him look so alive, so present, so…on fire.

“Looks like Japan’s been good to you,” you said with a soft smile. You’d planned on giving him a harder time, maybe pull a little “turn about’s fair play” crap but it all felt so childish. What would throwing his past poor behavior into his face accomplish? Nothing.

“Yeah, I…a lot happened.” He looked up to the sky and took a deep breath. “My friends helped me a lot,” he admitted looking back down to you.

“I could have helped you too, if you’d have let me.”

Damn it.

Rin’s expression said it all, regret plainly painted on his handsome features and you wanted to kick yourself. So before you could make matters worse, you followed up that lovely drop kick with, “Well, gotta run, it was good seeing you Rin. Good luck with practice!”

Then you turned tail and ran.

Rin watched your ever diminishing figure with a tightness in his chest he’d forgotten existed. Why didn’t he stop you? Call out, say something to get you to turn around.

Because I have no idea what to say.

He didn’t even know why you were here. He’d like to think it was solely to see him but that was wishful thinking at its best. Before he left Australia, he’d been an absolute ass to everyone – including you. You, who’d welcomed him his first day of classes with a smile instead of mocking laughter. You, who’d helped him with his homework as best you could given the language barrier you both had. You who he’d fallen so completely in love with but refused to acknowledge that fact because how could he accomplish his dream of standing on the international stage if you were there distracting him?

So he’d pushed you away – hard.

Now, here you were again, only you were the one running away. And he knew that’s what you were doing because he recognized the look you held in your eyes. It was the same one he’d let show only in his reflection at home.

“Better get moving.”

Souske’s voice had Rin’s head whipping around so fast he felt dizzy; or maybe it was left over nerves from seeing you up close again looking more amazing than he remembered.

“But I-”

“No buts! Second chances don’t always turn into thirds. Go! Now!”

Clenching his fist and jaw, Rin nodded once, turned on his heel and sprinted in the direction you’d headed. He could only hope his longer limbs would carry him farther faster before he lost any hope of finding you.

Your chest hurt and legs burned and why were you still running?

Stopping to catch your breath, you leaned heavily against a light post. What the hell was wrong with you? It’s not as though Rin even knew how you felt! You’d never made it known, never had the guts to open your mouth and shout, “Stop being an asshole because I can’t be in love with an asshole!”

What a confession that would have made!

But it was no use. Rin’s first – and really if you were honest – only love was swimming. He lived and breathed it like the shark he was and you refused to place the burden of your feelings on him. Why ruin what you had?

But he’d done that on his own. Pushing you away, making you feel like you were worthless and a waste of time to even be friends with let alone anything more. The memories stirred pain in your heart drawing tears to your eyes. Why? Why after all this time did it still hurt this much to even look at him?

The call of your name made you inhale sharply. Your head rose, eyes widening as Rin barreled towards you at a frantic pace.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as he – now for good reason – stopped breathless before you.

Despite his exertion, he managed a smirk. “Is that anyway to greet the man who loves you?”

“Listen here, Rin, you-”

Wait.

“What did you say?” you asked, voice quiet and small.

Rin flashed a bright smile, drawing closer. One hand landed upon your shoulder, the other gently on the side of your face. “I love you. I have for years. I just-,” he sighed, closing his eyes. Opening them once more he leaned forward, drawing his face closer to your own. “I have no excuse other than I was young and stupid. Please…can you forgive me for treating you so terribly?”

You stared, mouth parted slightly as you tried to gobble in air. Was this really happening? Dumbly, you nodded and he moved again, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet soft kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, his own sliding to encircle your waist hugging you close.

Sniffling you said, “Just so we’re clear, you’re still young and still stupid.” His laugh rumbled against your chest and you smiled. “But then again,” you went on pulling back to look into his eyes, “so am I.”

“No,” he insisted, nuzzling his nose against yours. “You’re brilliant and beautiful and bright and sweet and caring and…and…there aren’t enough words in the world to describe what you are.”

“There’s only one I care about to describe me,” you said leaning up on tiptoes to brush your lips against his. “Yours.”

so i’m new to your blog but so far i just love your writing omg! so i was wondering if i could request hc for a kurooxfem! s/o who’s a little thicc but like shy about it? if that makes sense?

Welcome and thank you so much! It totally makes sense, I hope you like these!

Kuroo first laid eyes on you when you came to talk to Kenma during practice about a project in your mutual class. He stared so hard (your curves are amazing) you thought Kenma was in trouble and hightailed it out of there.
A few weeks later when he approached you in the hall you almost ran; he was a lot more intimidating up close. But his easy smile somehow both calmed and increased your heart rate. Which promptly stopped beating when he said, “So…are you free Saturday night?”
You thought he was joking, almost started crying because was he always this cruel? He saw your face fall and swiftly smooth captain Kuroo becomes a bumbling dork. “Eh? I…hey…if you don’t want to all you gotta say is no!”
Despite both your embarrassment, the date does happen. Which leads to many more all to culminate in Kuroo asking you to be his girlfriend.
You still don’t understand why and he doesn’t understand how you don’t understand.
Eventually, because he is clever and pays super close attention to things (especially people) who mean a lot to him, he figures out your insecurities.
Picks them apart in the best ways possible.

“Babe, wear that red dress tonight, the one with the sparkly belt.”
“It’s too tight, Kuroo!”
“It shows off your sexy curves. And who’s birthday is it, anyway?”

Snuggles close while watching movies, kissing your cheek or the top of your head over and over.

“I wanna kiss you all over,” he admits.
“Um, maybe with the lights off?”
His dark eyes met yours. “There’s no reason to hide from me,” he says crawling over you. “I love every single inch of you.”

Eventually he cracks through that wall of built up defense and shyness, showing you that a “perfect body” is just an illusion and you’re beautiful both inside and out.

I recently lost all my hair. And I’m feeling like I’m a whole different person without it (not in a good way). Is it possible to get some fluff with Noya? Just some comfort or something like that. Idk I’m just feeling badly right now and was hoping this would help cheer me up. Thanks!

Oh anon, I’m so so sorry this happened. I can’t even imagine what that would be like and I hope you know that no matter what you are a beautiful, wonderful person! I know this is a small offering but I hope it makes you smile. I’m always here to chat too. I won’t pretend to know how you feel but I can definitely listen and do my small part to make you feel better through imagines.

Noya was worried. You’d been absent from school and barely, if at all, responding to his texting. Requests to see you face to face were rejected and finally in his straightforward manner, he asked the question most pressing on his mind.

Are we breaking up, ______?

No, no! At least…I don’t want to.

You think I do?

You might but this isn’t the time to talk about this. I’m just dealing with some stuff. I…I’ll talk to you later.

That had been three days ago and you’d stopped responding all together. Over lunch with Tanaka and Asahi, Noya said, “I’m just so worried about _____! They said we weren’t breaking up but what else am I supposed to think when they won’t see me and now won’t talk to me?”

Asahi let out a uncomfortable hum, unsure how to help his friend but Tanaka said quickly, “Just go over there! If something’s really that bad you need to be there for them no matter what!”

“But they said-”

“Sometimes you have to help people even when they think they don’t need it! Look at Asahi! Without Hinata and Kageyama badgering him, he’d never had rejoined the team all those years ago!”

“I might have,” grumbled the former ace but his eyes spoke the truth; without friends he wouldn’t have gone back.

“That’s different, Ryu, this…I don’t want to make things worse!” Noya exclaimed smacking the table.

“They need you, you need them. It’s simple. Come on Noya, just go!” Tanaka insisted.

Noya glanced to Asahi who merely nodded his head. Standing, Noya raced out of the restaurant, calling back a thank you and “I owe you”.

Standing in front of their door, Noya swallowed his nerves and knocked. No answer. He tried the doorbell, it’s peal sounding through the house. He knocked again, calling out, “______? It’s me! Please, come to the door! I know you said to stay away but I can’t anymore! I care about you too much and whatever it is we can work through it!”

He held his breath, pouring all his will into you opening the door. The sound of the lock finally clicking back made his heart beat race but when you opened the door it almost stopped and he couldn’t help his jaw from dropping.

Your face was so sad, eyes with bags and cheeks blotched from crying he was sure day and night. A red nose and chapped lips told the story of many tissues being used to try to clean the mess of your grief. But what startled him was the complete and utter absence of all your hair.

“Wha…what happened?” he managed to whisper.

“It…it’s gone!” you wailed, collapsing in his arms.

Quickly he took you inside where the two of you collapsed on the couch. He held you as you cried telling him the details of why you were suddenly bald, working but failing to keep back his own tears. “Why didn’t you tell me right away?” he asked quietly rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“I…I was just so…afraid and angry and scared and worried that you’d think I was ugly and I just don’t feel like me anymore!”

Carefully Noya pulled back and looked into your eyes. “You are you because of what’s in here,” he said holding a gentle hand against your chest over your heart. “I fell in love with the person, not the body.” He leaned up, pressing a light kiss to the top of your hairless head. “And you’re still ridiculously hot, so don’t be silly.”

You snorted, reaching for a tissue to blow your nose. “It’s not that simple, Noya,” you insisted but he was pleased to hear what sounded like a smile hidden behind the Kleenex.

“It is to me, but I don’t mind if you have days you need to be upset. Just,” he sighed, taking one hand in his own, “don’t shut me out again.”

You nodded. “Sorry, I just couldn’t-”

“No more apologies. It’s done. Over. Old news.” The rest of the night you spent curled up to his side watching funny movies.

The next morning, Saeko was surprised to find Nishinoya on the front stoop of their house, a serious look on his face. “Nee-san,” he said, voice a bit rough, “I need your help.”

When he voiced his request, her eyes widened. “Noya, are…are you sure that’s what you want?” she asked.

He nodded vigorously. “Yes, I’m sure.”

The following Monday, you were back at school, thanking your professors for their understanding of your situation and patience during your absence. You were a little sad you hadn’t seen Yuu yet but figured he was busy with his own routine.

“________! Good morning!” Speak of the devil!

You turned, smile on your face but it fell away to a look of shock when you saw your boyfriend – with a shaved head – rushing towards you. He didn’t stop, throwing his arms about your waist and hefting you into a super huge hug. As he dropped you to your feet you exclaimed, “Yuu! What happened to your hair?”

He rubbed the top of his head, nerves building up. “I…I didn’t want you to be alone, so I had Nee-san help me out.”

You stood staring, tears building in your eyes. “But you didn’t….I mean….you…”

He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you down to kiss your lips, heedless of the eyes that stared around you. “Do you love me any less without hair?” he asked when he pulled back.

“Of course not!” you exclaimed.

He grinned. “Then you know first hand how I feel about you.” He took your hand in his, tugging you through the halls towards the exit. “Now, we’re going shopping for beanies and scarves!”

You couldn’t help laughing as the two of you made your way to the train station to head to the shops.

Oikawa tooru, 9?

“Turn ons? So lewd, anon-chan,” Oikawa teases. He narrows his eyes, leaning in close to your face. “I always appreciate a good make out session. We can see where things go from there,” he breathes against your ear, pressing a delicate kiss to the underside of your jaw.

Is it too late to request a Valentine’s Day treat with Izuki? Thanks ✨

Izuki takes a deep breath walking back from the gym to his locker. Of course he would forget his homework! As he passes other lockers, stuffed and covered with Valentine’s paraphernalia left to surprise their recipients the next morning, he can’t help but sigh.

Why oh why did he have to fall for someone so unattainable?

You’re everything he’s ever wanted, ever needed he believes, but there’s just no way you’d ever see anything in him, not when he’s surrounded by the likes of Kagami and Kiyoshi with their imposing presence or Hyuuga with his intensity or Kuroko…well, he was at least more noticeable than him.

“I need to get uglier friends,” he mutters finally reaching the row where his locker lies. Only to almost fall on the floor when he sees you retracting your hand from leaving what appears to be a box and card next to it. That is his locker you’re standing in front of, right? His eyes aren’t playing tricks on him?

His sneakers squeak against the tile floor drawing your attention to his position and the blush on your cheeks is so lovely he could cry.

“Izuki-kun,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “I…that is…I wasn’t…”

He hurries forward, taking your hands in his. “Tell me I’m not dreaming,” he begs.

You blink up at him. “You…you’re not dreaming.”

He smiles, trailing the backs of his fingers over your cheek. “Such a shame,” he says, smiling wider at your confusion, “because if I were dreaming, I’d have the courage to kiss you.”

You smile, tilting up on the tips of your toes, bringing your lips within a hair’s breadth from his own. “Then why not make my dream come true and do it anyway?” you ask.

He grins, leans down and does just that.

Blind date!

There were few things that could make Nebuya nervous, but being set up on a date was one of them. Still, he supposes it can’t be all that bad considering it’s Akashi who’s setting him up.

He is the absolute authority in, well, everything so he should know what he’s talking about when it comes to stuff like this.

Right?

Nebuya fingers the tie around his neck, consternation playing across his face. He’s never really felt comfortable in formal clothing but still, this is a gala and everyone is dressed to the nines. The suit is yet another thing he owes gratitude to Akashi for.

“Nebuya-san?”

He turns at the address and he knows he’s been unable to hide the surprise on his face.

“I’ll take that look to mean you’re pleased?” you tease and he blushes. You giggle, extending one hand. “______, pleased to meet you. Akashi’s description was spot on, though I much prefer the real deal.”

Remembering he should speak, Nebuya manages to grunt out, “I, um, it’s nice to meet you as well, ______.” Then, remembering the training Akashi drilled into him, he offers his arm, working to ease his smile. “Shall we?”

You nod, taking the offered arm and the two of you make way into the Valentine’s charity event, where later in the evening Nebuya makes use of one more thing Akashi insisted upon: dancing lessons.

ooh mini valentine’s day drabbles!! could i please have one with akashi seijuro? where “i” (or the reader) sneaks into his dorm (college au kind of!) to surprise him and stays the night and showers him with hugs and kisses because this over achiever deserves lots of love and cuddles!

You’ve been planning this all week. For the majority of your relationship, it’s been Seijuro who comes up with the plans, the ideas, the surprises. And while that’s all well and good and definitely part of who he is, not even the great emperor can do it all (much as he tries).

Which is why tonight, you’re implementing Operation: Get Boyfriend to Relax.

Said operation starts the moment his bewildered self opens the door to your knock.

“_____-chan,” he says, eyeing the massive cellophane covered basket in your hands. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Yourself, because I love you and I’m going to take care of you,” you say with a bright smile as you pass him to enter his dorm room. You’re still surprised he opted to stay on campus but knowing his father the opportunity to get away was probably too good to pass up.

He chuckles shutting the door. “I have to give you credit,” he says walking to where you stand by his desk, “you actually managed to surprise me.”

Giggling, you quickly unwrap the basket. “I have all of your favorite snacks, a few romance and action movies and my jammies because I’m staying with you all night.”

He smiles warmly, drawing you into his arms. “What did I do to deserve you?” he whispers into your hair.

You pull back just enough to reach his lips, against which you mutter, “You demand the best, right? Well…” you shrug and he laughs, mirth vibrating his body against yours, and no matter how many times you’ve heard it, it’s still one of the most beautiful sounds your ears have been blessed to hear.

Ennoshita for valentines ❤️❤️ this boy needs more love 😘😘

I agree, I love him!

A content sigh leaves your lips, breath ghosting over the neck hairs of your now husband as the two of you sway to and fro in an easy circle, eyes of friends and family watching you dance but they’re lost to you as the man in your arms becomes the center of your world, your universe.

Ennoshita places a kiss to your temple, murmuring, “Still glad you married me?”

Somehow the snort you let loose is elegant. “The night’s still young, Chikara, but I think it’s safe to say I’m happy with my choice. You?”

He draws back, cupping your face with one hand, eyes shining. “I’ve never been more happy or sure of anything in my life.”

You smile, leaning up to touch your lips to his. “Good, cause you’re stuck with me for life, baby.”

He grins. “Though, I think we can both agree it was a tad cliche getting married on Valentine’s day.”

You shrug. “Day of love seemed appropriate to me.”

And he just laughs again, sweeping you of your feet in a dip earning claps, hoots and whistles from your audience.

Oikawa for valentines 💕

I went a bit of a different direction with this one, I hope you like it!

Everything was planned, outlined even, so that this evening, one he’d waited upon for so long, would be perfect.

Which is why Oikawa is cursing at himself for running late. Literally running as he pumps his legs to go faster but it’s difficult sprinting in a suit with a bunch of flowers and a box of chocolates in his hands. Damn his boss holding him back when he knew he needed to leave on time today.

But he makes it to the train just before the doors shut; right on the flowers he was trying to keep from getting crushed between himself and his fellow sardines.

Clutching a now useless mass of stems he sighs, willing his blood pressure to lower. He needs to calm down. At least he still has the box of chocolate.

Which now, as the doors open, is ripped from his hands by some two bit punks exiting the train.

“Hey!” he shouts, trying to push through the sea of humanity but it’s no use; they’re gone, along with your treat.

“Damn, damn, damn!” he hisses, smacking his fist against the wall. He takes a deep breath. Fine, he’ll just order you the entire dessert platter at the restaurant to make up for it.

“I’m sorry sir, but I don’t see your name on the reservations list. As you can see, we’re very busy and it’s doubtful a table will free up any time soon.”

Oikawa stands fuming, fists clenched and you swear steam is going to pour out of his ears soon. You knew something was off when he met you at work this evening, but now it really looks like Tooru is going to deck the poor man who’s just doing his job.

Taking his hand, you tug on him. “Tooru, let’s go,” you whisper.

“Tch, who wants to eat in this dump anyway!” he snaps over his shoulder. It’s a petty shot but you allow it since clearly this is not the first thing to go wrong today.

“Ok, spill, what’s going on?” you ask when you’re safely outside.

“Oh nothing much,” he chuckles mirthlessly. “Only the flowers I got you were decapitated by the subway.” Your eyes widen. “Stupid dumb-ass punks fucking stole your chocolate!” You cover your mouth in an attempt to hide your smile. “Now we can’t eat at the one place you told me you’d like to go that I know I made reservations at!” he exclaims whipping his hand backwards.

A flash of lightning coupled with the snap of thunder sends a deluge of water upon you. Oikawa tilts his head back, shouting to the heavens, “AND NOW IT’S FUCKING RAINING!!”

Dropping his chin to his chest, shoulders visibly trembling, Oikawa can’t bring himself to look you in the eyes following that outburst. But they spring open at the feel of your lips against his, your fingers carding through thick soaked hair. He closes them a moment later, allowing himself to get lost in your kiss.

When you part, breaths fanning out in steam, you smile up at him. “Sometimes, it really is the thought that counts Tooru.” You take his hand again, leading him towards the station. “Let’s go home, gets jammies on and eat junk food while watching sappy romances.” He wrinkles his nose at this last but beams a smile when you amend, “Ok, fine, cheesy sci-fi.”