headcanon idea! Whichever you prefer! If you decide scenario you can take out takao if it’s too much I understand! ^~^ xo love your work!

This is super cute! Thank you for sending it in, I’m sorry I took so long to get to it but I hope you like it! And thank you for your sweet words about my work!

Hanamiya

“So, I have a question,” Hara asks, raising his hand like they’re in a damn classroom.

“What is it?” Hanamiya snaps, not bothering to look up from his book.

There’s a long enough pause that perhaps the bubbling popping idiot has thought better of asking whatever asinine question he has.

“How the hell did you and _____-chan even end up together?”

Or not.

Hanamiya does look up then, fixing a glare that anyone with a half a brain would scramble from but Hara never has seen–literally or figuratively–when it’s just smarter to keep his mouth shut; which in Hanamiya’s opinion would be all the time.

The point is further proven by his next words, “I mean, she’s sweet and cute and, I don’t know, fucking fluffy and you’re,” he pauses, pops a bubble then smacks out, “well you’re you.”

Hanamiya stands, smacking the back of his head. “It’s because I’m me that she’s mine! No one else is good enough for her and if I catch you trying to move in on her–”

“Dude, I won’t! I’m just saying–”

“I’d recommend you not and just shut the fuck up.”

Akashi

“Akashicchi!! Your girlfriend is so cute! She’s like a doll! You have to let me take her to the studio some day, Margie will absolutely flip!”

Akashi smiles, though it’s not entirely mirth filled; Kise’s exuberance is maddening, more so when the object of his affection–or perhaps the better word would be obsession–is his delicate flower.

“She’s not just a figure to play dress up with, Ryouta, she has other good qualities as well,” Akashi says evenly.

“I know that! How else could she hold your attention! I’m just saying I love looking at her because she’s so, so, so cute!”

Akashi’s smile dims, his eyes growing a shade darker; “Just be sure to keep to looking and not touching and we won’t have a problem Ryouta.”

Murasakibara

“So I hear you finally landed a girlfriend, Murasakibara,” Okamura says around a bite of hamburger.

Murasakibara shrugs, his lips pursed to suck up the remnants of his second milkshake.

“What’s with that reaction? You should be proud!” his former captain chastises.

“Atsushi doesn’t have big reactions, you know that,” Himuro puts in.

“Yes but-” Okamura cuts himself off, jaw falling open as one of the cutest girls he’s ever seen walks into the restaurant. Covered in frills and pastels, she looks like a magical girl stepped fresh out of an anime.

His jaw almost hits the floor when she spies their table, waves wildly and runs up, letting out a giggle of, “Tushi-kun! There you are!”

She lands heavily in the purple haired giant’s lap but he barely seems to notice the impact, she’s so tiny; “Oh, _____-chin, you made it,” he mumbles, fries in mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full silly, you could choke!” she says, taking a fry from his plate and popping it in her mouth. It’s then she notices the stares of the others around the table, save for Himuro who she knows well. “Oh! I’m sorry, I’m ______, pleased to meet you!”

Himuro handles the formal introductions, Murasakibara being too absorbed with his eating.

“Awww! You drank it all, already! I’ll get another,” she says, taking the empty milkshake cup with her to the trash.

To everyone’s shock, Murasakibara gets up and follows her, muttering something about making sure she gets his order right but everyone can see him flashing daggers at anyone who even looks like they’re thinking about approaching her.

Okamura looks back at Himuro, his face still an open expression of shock; “She… they… he… HOW?!”

Takao

“Go Kazunari-kun! You can do it!”

Takao smiles, tossing a flawless set up to Midorima who lands yet another perfect shot. They high five, moving back into defense as the game continues.

During half time, he’s in the locker room when a knock at its door draws the team’s attention. He opens in, anticipating seeing his frill-frocked girlfriend and isn’t disappointed.

“You’re doing so good Kazunari-kun! I know you’re busy, so I won’t keep you long but I wanted to give you these!” She shoves a rather large box into his hands. He opens it, mouth watering as the sweet smell of homebaked goods fills his nostrils. “They’re for you all,” she hollers around him, giving a wave and bright smile to the team at large, “good luck!”

“Hmmmm, she made chocolate chip and chocolate is today’s lucky item,” Midorima says, taking one of the treats.

The whole team scarfs them down, listening as coach gives the next play rundown, his own mouth full of cookie.

“You’re so lucky, Takao! Not only is your girlfriend cute but she’s super sweet and can bake!” Miyaji exclaims.

He expects some quip or smart ass remark only to be caught off guard by the soft smile Takao gives; “I know, I love her a lot.”

“Miyaji-san, it’s time to go to the court,” Midorima says bringing him back to himself.

Ooooooooooooooo! How about late night cuddles with Ennoshita???? The fluffier the better!

I am so sorry this took soooooooo long! I’m still struggling with writing especially since I just got over being sick but I’m hoping this will be to your liking and I hope you’re doing well! This is quite self-indulgent since because of said sickness I couldn’t get MY snuggles in with my hubby until recently. lol

Ennoshita wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into the nape of your neck and takes a long deep inhale through his nose; it’s been too long since he held you last.

“Chikara-kun, I just got back my ability to breathe,” you complain, but he’s not fooled, he can hear the smile.

“Deal with it,” he mumbles, adding another bit of pressure to make his point, “you’ve been out of my arms for too many nights.”

“Blame my lazy Killer-T cells.”

He chuckles, the deep rumble in his chest vibrating against your back pleasantly; “Look who thinks they’re an expert just because you watch Cells at Work.”

“Hey! It’s a highly educational show!” After a pause you sigh, “I can’t wait for White and Red to fall in love.”

Ennoshita laughs again, trailing his fingers through your freshly washed and dried hair; it felt so good to take a shower and feel clean again.

Silence falls between you save for the blessed sound of you breathing normally, his own breath caught up on your skin, warming it. After a few minutes, he says quietly, nuzzling between your shoulder blades, “I really did miss holding you. I missed your warmth, I missed the feeling of you in my arms. You’re like my own special security blanket, or body pillow I guess.”

He rolls you to your back, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, your jaw and finally, your lips, against which he murmurs, “I missed kissing you, so, so much.”

“Chikara-kun,” you whisper, overwhelmed with the wealth of affection swimming in his eyes; “It was only three nights.”

He kisses you again, a bit longer, a bit harder, one hand holding the side of your face, his half his body covering yours; “It felt like forever.” He keeps kissing you, but doesn’t go beyond that, still mindful of your depleted energy and need to fully rest.

Eventually you both settle back down, him on his back with your head on his chest, his arm around you and your hand settled on his neck, your fingertips tracing idle patterns on his skin. Just before you fall asleep you hear him whisper, “I love you,” against the crown of your head.

Follower Appreciation Post #4

Here it is the final appreciation post for my top four followers for the month of July. Thank you again so much for all your support and your sweet words! This dear follower asked for a fluff piece for Kagami just enjoying the simple things in life. I really hope you like this!

It’s early when Kagami rises from bed, stretching tight, taught muscles. It’s always a bit awkward sleeping in a new bed, even one with a mattress as comfortable as this, but he knows it isn’t lack of comfort keeping him from snuggling back to your side; he’s excited–and nervous.

It’s been a long time coming but you and he finally managed to make it to Japan for a joint vacation with his former team from Seirin. The logistics were a nightmare, mostly due to varying schedules, but the time has finally arrived and he can’t wait for them to meet you; not even Kuroko has.

Truthfully, none of this would have ever happened if it hadn’t been for you. Kagami is no stranger to odd and abnormal abilities in people but still shook his head in bewilderment when you outlined the plan and showed him where you’d all be staying. Finding two bungalows big enough to house the whole former Seirin High basketball team was impressive enough but to be neighboring one another and this close to the beach, elevated his impression of you to a higher level than it already was.

The rumble from his stomach echoes from the bed in a lower cadence and he chuckles as you roll over, your lips moaning out something that sounds like “breakfast”. He can’t tell if you’re putting in a request or dreaming but either way it fits with his plans for the morning and so he heads to the kitchen (fully stocked prior to your arrival because of course you would have found people to get it taken care of) and begins preparations of the meal.

“Taiga?”

Your sleepy voice draws his attention momentarily from the sizzling bacon and despite his best effort he feels a blush creeping over his cheeks at the sight of you rubbing your eyes clad in one of his shirts. You’re positively swimming in it, highlighting the vast differences in your sizes and it wakes something primal and possessive in his chest; but he can’t leave the bacon or it will burn.

Forcing his attention away from you, he says, “G’morning sleepyhead, hope you’re hungry.”

You move to one of the barstools at the counter, taking a deep long breath through your nose; “Everything smells so good, Taiga, you really are an amazing cook.”

He grins at your praise; “And you haven’t even tasted it yet.”

“My nose tells me all I need to nose.”

Kagami groans and rolls his eyes. “Please don’t say anything like that around Izuki-san, they’ll be no stopping him,” he complains.

Your light airy giggle gains another smile from him. The bacon finally finishes cooking and he sets it on paper towels to dry, allowing him to do what he’s wanted to since you entered the room; take you in his arms and kiss you.

Which he does, slow and gentle, but insistent, his large hands trailing through your hair before sliding down your back to settle on your hips, holding you close, pressing the soft of your chest to the firmness of his. You let loose a little whimper and he feels his blood start to race but there’s not enough time to do what he wants to and so reluctantly he breaks the kiss though stays close to you.

“What was that for?” you ask a bit breathless.

“I can’t just kiss my girlfriend?” he asks through a laugh. He’s pleased at the flush of your cheeks, the glaze of your eyes, happy in the knowledge he can melt you like this.

“Of course you can, you just… don’t usually, not like that,” you explain haltingly. After a seconds pause, you continue hastily, “I’m not complaining! Just… it caught me off guard, but it was nice and I–”

He cuts off your cute rambling with another kiss then nuzzles your nose; “Let’s eat while the food’s still hot.”

It’s mid-afternoon when the gang arrives and Kagami opens the door as they make their way up the path.

“Kagami!” Koganei shouts, waving like a fool.

“Hey guys,” Kagami returns, trying to keep his cool but vibrating with emotion fighting to spill out; it really has been too long since he’s seen these guys.

“Wow, guess being a big superstar on the court’s worked out well for you,” Hyuga comments, eyeing the establishments. He winces under a smack from Riko; “What the hell was that for?”

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, Hyuga Junpei,” she huffs.

“I’m not jealous,” he mumbles, slinging his back over his shoulder.

Kagami shakes his head.

Some things never change.

“Kagami-kun.”

Like the fact Kuroko still can sneak up on people without even trying; “Shit Kuroko, I’ve gotten rusty.”

The blue hair male smiles; “What’d you mean rusty? You weren’t that perceptive to begin with.”

“Shut up,” Kagami snaps but there’s little malice in his tone. After a second, he sticks out his hand which Kuroko takes; “Good to see you.”

The group head inside, all jabbering to and over each other, excitement mounting at being back together again after so many years apart. Sure, there’ve been clusters who stuck close, such as Mitobe (who still doesn’t say much if anything) and Koganei and Furihata, Kawahara, and Fukuda who all live together in a way too small and way too expensive apartment but there hasn’t until now been a time formed to get everyone together.

And it’s all thanks to you, who make your appearance as they all settle in the living room.

Kagami’s face lights up at your entry; “Ah, everyone, this is ________ and she’s pretty much the reason we’re all here this weekend.”

You’re blushing, stammering out, “It… it’s no big deal, Taiga, I mean, I didn’t really–”

“Don’t be so modest, _______-chan, we really appreciate all you’ve done to make this happen,” Riko says with a smile, extending her hand which you take.

She calms you and Kagami is thankful she’s there, otherwise this weekend may have ended up a bit more of a challenge since he’s doubtful he could reign in the craziness that is and always will be Seirin.

It takes a little time for everyone to get settled into their rooms–arguments about who’s sharing with who, who gets the bed, the floors, the couch, whatever–but finally everyone is changed and ready to hit the beach.

Kagami tries not to be possessive, but the sight of you in your bathing suit fills his chest with a rush of pride knowing all that loveliness is his and his alone.

The plan is to go surfing, but it ends up that you and he have to teach these knuckleheads first because it becomes apparent that none of them can, save for Mitobe who just stands with that soft smile on his face watching as person after person wipes out.

Not that Kagami is much better of a teacher; “No, no, idiot! Too far forward, you’re gonna–”

“Aiiieeee!!” Koganei shrieks before the wave takes him.

“Tip the board,” Kagami finishes palming his face.

“Patience, sweetie,” you coo but can’t hide your chuckle at their misfortunes.

Most give up after repeated fails, opting instead to sit on the sand or play in the waves while

you, Kagami, and Mitobe wow them with your “hang ten” skills.

Evening falls and everyone is starving, a natural result of staying in the sun and water all day.

“Ugh, I’m so beat, but I’m the only one who can cook,” Kagami complains, his arm slung heavily over your shoulders.

He quirks an eyebrow up at your responding giggle; “Oh ye of little faith, do you really think I don’t have a plan?”

“What do you–” Kagami’s words cut off as he opens the door and the flood of a very familiar and missed scent hits his nostrils.

Every eye goes wide at the sight of an unfathomable amount of somehow, fresh and positively mouthwatering Majin burgers and fries laid out on the table and counter.

“Dig in,” you offer, extending a hand and it’s like the starting pistol for a feeding frenzy.

Everyone gathers mounds of food and drink, moving to various seats to enjoy the salty, grease filled fair.

Kagami takes a large bit of his third or fourth burger and looks around. He swallows then smiles, happier than he’s been in years. He looks at you, laughing with Riko, about what he doesn’t know, but he doesn’t need to.

It may not have been simple getting here, but it is the simple things that make him most happy.

Things like food, friends, family and–most importantly–you.

What more could he ever ask for?

You Have Something on Your Face (Daichi x Reader Birthday Fic for Jade)

imagine-that-haikyuu:

A day belated, but most definitely not forgotten! Happy birthday to our dear friend Jade from @vball-baes-bball-babes! I hope you had a great day and enjoy some domestic Daichi fluff!

– Admin Rachel Lauren

Ko-Fi

“I’m home!”

Daichi enters the apartment, greeted by the sound of your “Welcome home!” from another room. In the distance, he also hears the sound of water rushing from a faucet, followed shortly by a clank of glasses and a string of curses from you. Then a sigh of relief.

“Dishes, huh?” he calls before entering the kitchen. You’ve both broken glasses and plates while washing them before, no thanks to them slipping from your hands and crashing back into the sink. Your sigh convinces him that your kitchenware survived the fall this time. “Need any help?”

“Nope, almost done,” you call over your shoulder. There’s something about the sunlight streaming from the window over the sink that always makes you look picture perfect from this angle. He could sit and stare for a while if you’d allow it.

“I can hand dry what’s on the rack.”

“The towels are all wet, and uh, on the floor.”

Daichi now catches sight of the hand towels laid out on the floor. He can’t see the front of your shirt, but he doesn’t really need to in order to figure it out. The large pan on the drying rack clues him in; the dishes aren’t the only thing that were sprayed.

“Let me guess: the floor needs to be washed too anyway?” he teases before joining you at the sink. He always liked that you’re not particularly bothered by minor inconveniences.

“How did you know?” you ask with a wide, cheesy grin. It’s so small, but he loves when the two of you have these playful moments. There’s no explanation as to why his heart swells with joy and love at times like these. Maybe the only explanation is love.

You place the last glass on the drying rack and turn to him. “And done.” You peel off the rubber gloves off and drape them over the faucet. Daichi observes for a moment as you bring your hands to your face and sniff. “Ugh, it’s gonna take forever to get the rubber smell off.”

You pull them back and grimace at them for a second.

“You have something on your face,” Daichi says.

“Soap maybe?” you say, confused as cups your face and examines your features. He doesn’t answer. Instead he presses his lips to yours. It only catches you off-guard for a moment; Daichi pulls moves like this often enough that you’re used to it. You hum in delight regardless because it’s still just as sweet as all the other times.

He pulls away, smiling. Thumbs caress your cheeks as you bring your own hands up to meet his. “Nope, it was me.”

“Well, thank goodness for that.” You let him bask in your presence a little more. He’s caught up in taking you in, only noticing peripherally but not registering that you’ve opened a nearby drawer and removed a fresh hand towel. You press it to his chest. “Now, get drying.”

And he does, but not without stealing another kiss.

Rachel Lauren I love this!!! It’s so sweet and cute and honestly my husband would totally do something like this so it was extra special to me.

Thank you so very much for taking time (especially when you weren’t feeling well) to write me such a wonderful present.

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.

Kuroo – Sentence Prompt #78

ASK: Can i request 78. “Excuse me, do you need help getting that?” With Kuroo or Tsukki (you can pick!) with a tiny spitfire fem. s/o who’s determined to get things from tall places by herself? And he constantly finds her climbing things to reach stuff and he’s determined she’s trying to get hurt or something lol. Oh! And could you maybe end it all cute with like 94. “Stop putting the mugs on the top shelf.” As like a sassy comment back to said boy? Hope this makes sense! TYSM ❤️Happy March Madness!!

A muffled curse and the sound of banging brought Kuroo around the corner towards the kitchen. He stopped at the threshold, lips curling into his signature grin as he watched his petite girlfriend clamoring up the counter, short arm reaching and tiny fingers stretched taut in an attempt to gather something from the top shelf.

Sauntering up behind her, he cooed, “Excuse me, miss? Do you need help getting that?”

She huffed, “I can do it myself, thank you,” not bothering to turn around. Her finger grazed the edge of the coveted item – a mug he could see now – resulting in its being pushed farther from the edge. With a sigh, she worked her feet under her legs forgetting her sock clad feet. Putting pressure into rising, her foot slipped against the slick granite.

“Oh shi-” she cried but Kuroo’s arms wrapped around her waist holding her steady.

“Stop before you kill yourself,” he chastised, heart beating faster than he would admit at just the thought of what could have happened had he not been there. “I swear, it’s like you look for trouble,” he teased, simultaneously setting her to the floor as he grasped the mug handle.

“I wouldn’t if you’d stop putting the mugs on the top shelf!” she snapped, reaching for the cup but he held it aloft, smirk returning to his face.

“Gotta tip your waiter,” he grinned, leaning down and tapping his cheek with the index finger of his other hand.

Instead she tickled his sides resulting in him dropping the mug but she was ready, easily catching it before turning to the coffee maker.

“So rude,” he complained, procuring his own mug from the same high shelf but he couldn’t help grinning when she sighed as she enjoyed the fruits of his “labor”.

Nishinoya – Cross Your “T”s and Please Date Me

Ask: Heyaaaa Jade, I would love for Noya to find a love letter addressed to him – Someone is crushing on him, because Noya is just too damn cool, so she writes this letter, calling him senpai because she is a year younger, telling him how cool is receives are and that to her, he is the biggest hero on court. I would love to read his reaction and see how much effort he would put in to find the author of the letter. It’s not signed, but the handwriting seems familiar.

I changed this up a bit but I hope you still like it! FINALLY, I got something written!

“Today is the most awesome day in the history of the world!” Nishinoya exclaimed bounding into the gym.

“Why’s that Nishinoya-senpai?” Hinata asked, eyes wide.

The libero grinned, flinging his thumb into his chest. “Because today I received something even better than a spike!” He held out a piece of paper partially crumpled thanks to his exuberance. “Today I got a love letter!”

The first year’s eyes got even wider but it was Tanaka’s booming voice that replied, “Way to go Noya! Who’s the lucky lady?!”

Nishinoya’s smile faltered momentarily. “Well, that’s the thing. She didn’t sign it.”

“Let me see,” Tanaka said snapping the parchment from between his fingers, reading out, “Dear Nishinoya-senpai, I hope this letter doesn’t bother or embarrass you-”

“As you if you could, calling him “senpai”, the simpleton,” Daichi chuckled.

“Hey!” Noya exclaimed but Tanaka rose his voice above further protest continuing to read.

“But I had to let you know how much I admire you. Your receives are the best I’ve ever seen and even though I know you’ll get them I can’t help but hold my breath until you do. Your eyes, so focused and determined, give me chills. You may not be the biggest player on the court,” – this earned snickers from Tsukishima and Yamaguchi – “but you’re my biggest hero. I wish you all the luck in the world for nationals and I’ll be cheering every game I can make.”

Tanaka sighed as he handed the prize possession back to his friend. “You lucky bastard. I wish some cute girl would send me a letter!”

“How do you know she’s cute?” Tsukishima questioned.

“I can just tell!” snapped the wing spiker.

“Ok guys, time to get busy!” Sugawara proclaimed, ushering the bickering teammates into warm ups as Nishinoya secured the letter in his bag.

Later on the walk home, he thought over the words again and again, not needing to pull out the letter since they were burned into his memory. Her hero?! He was her hero! “I’m definitely getting all of my receives tomorrow!” he vowed to the empty street.

And though he was so happy to have gotten such a sweet and encouraging message, he couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed that the author hadn’t made herself known. Most likely it was because she was nervous of his reaction. Of course, who wouldn’t be? But curiosity was growing and he wanted to thank her properly. How could he find her? Were there any clues he missed in the letter because of his overwhelming pleasure at receiving it at all?

Arriving home, he rushed upstairs, flicked on his desk lamp and poured over the letter once more, this time looking for any distinguishing marks. He wasn’t even sure what he meant by that, but there had to be something that gave a clue, right? He pulled out the envelope looking it over as well but could find nothing. It was as he stood up, paper in hand, that he saw something. Tilting it against the light revealed a faint hibiscus flower not able to been seen when looking at the paper straight on.

He let out a whoop of triumph. Here was something to go on at last! It was small, but he would look for as long as it took.

A few weeks later, he was no closer to finding his secret admirer despite his asking for spare pieces of paper from every girl in his class. He tried again with other classes during lunch but continually came up empty, either being rejected out right (so they couldn’t possibly be the author since any crush of his would be helpful, especially to the object of her affection) or not finding a match. He did gather an impressive collection of stationary though which he promptly passed to Yachi who stammered and blushed her thanks for the appreciated if rather random assortment of parchment.

“What am I’m going to do?” he groaned during a water break.

“Um, maybe just give up? You’re starting to look even creepier than usual,” Asahi commented.

“This from the guy who scares girls just by looking at them,” Noya retorted.

Asahi frowned but before he could defend himself Noya caught sight of something that made his heart stop; Kageyama holding a piece of paper with a hibiscus watermark; he’d found out what it was called from Ennoshita.

“Oi! Kageyama! Where’d you get that?” he thundered, rushing toward the now wide eyed setter.

“Get what?” he asked but Noya had snapped the coveted paper from his hand, shaking it back and forth in his face.

“This! This, this this! Where did you get this paper?”

Taking a step back, Kageyama stammered, “Um, from ______-chan. I forgot my notebook at home and she let me borrow a few sheets to take notes.”

“Is she cute?” Tanaka broke in.

Kageyama shrugged and both second years sighed.

“Come on, show me who she is,” Nishinoya insisted, grabbing Kageyama’s wrist and tugging him towards the gym door.

“Hey! Noya! We’ve got practice! Ennoshita, stop him!” Daichi shouted.

“Come on Noya, you can stalk your prey tomorrow, it’ll be easier to find her during classes anyway,” Ennoshita advised.

“Fine,” huffed Noya, releasing Kageyama’s wrist.

“Um, can I have my notes back, Nishinoya-senpai?”

The next day, Nishinoya was stalking the halls of Kageyama’s classroom, rushing up to the sullen faced setter the moment he stepped into view.

“There you are! Sheesh! You’re gonna make me late!”

“Sorry, I-”

“Nevermind, nevermind. Come on, show me ______-chan so I can get to class already!”

He walked briskly down the hall towards Kageyama’s classroom, stopping just before the threshold of the door. “Is she there yet?” Kageyama looked inside, nodding his head once. “Great, what seat is she in?”

“Third row from the door, fourth seat,” Kageyama replied.

Nishinoya took a deep breath. This was it! The moment he’d been waiting for! Slowly he peeked one eye through the crack in the door hinge and his breath caught in his throat. She was so cute! Her smile was soft but sincere as she chatted with her girlfriends, waiting for class to start. Before he could think more clearly, Nishinoya rushed into the room, Kageyama squawking behind him at the sudden movement.

“______-chan!” Nishinoya exclaimed, bowing low. “Thank you for your support. I’d be very happy if you’d go out on a date with me!”

Her face was almost purple as she stared at her crush bowing before her. How had he found out it was her who’d left that letter? Then her eyes landed on a slack-jawed Kageyama and it all made sense; her stationary! Why hadn’t she used regular old boring white paper?

“_____-chan?”

She snapped her eyes back down to Nishinoysa-senpai, still mostly prone at the waist, his brows furrowing more the longer she remained silent. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go but it was happening and he was asking her out but she couldn’t find her voice and-

She grabbed a piece of stationary, scribbling upon its surface. Just as she handed it to him, the bell rang and the first period teacher entered calling for attention before advising Nishinoya it would be in his best interest to get to his own class.

The libero rushed out of the room but paused long enough to read the paper she’d given him.

“Yes, Nishinoya-senpai, I’ll go on a date with you.”

He whooped, earning a reprimand from another teacher but he didn’t care. He had a date with the cute girl who admired him and that was all that mattered!

Aomine Daiki: Double Trouble

Ask: Aomine scenario when he visits his parents during christmas with his wife and give them gifts, when his mom opens the gift, it’s a pair of tiny socks and a cute onesie. you know what I mean.. thanks 😉

I’m so sorry this is so, so, so late! I really hope you still enjoy it!

“Daiki! _______! It’s so good to see you!” Aomine’s mother hugs you tightly, then turns to her son smacking his chest. “Why did it take you so long to get out here?”

Aomine scowls though the look is less fearsome than usual. “It’s like I told you mom, I had training and _______’s work was being a bitch and-”

“Daiki! Language! Now, let’s get you inside and warmed up. It’s still so cold!”

Fluttering and twittering away, she leads the two of you into the house which smells of gingerbread and something stewed. You feel terrible that three holidays have passed without your presence to help celebrate but it’s as Daiki said and sometimes obligations just can’t be moved.

“Welcome home son,” his dad says extending a hand to shake after he pecks your cheek.

“Thanks pop,” Daiki sighs flopping onto the couch. As you sit next to him, he draws you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. The overt affection is not lost on Aomine senior but before he can question it, Daiki’s mother re-enters the room with cups of hot coffee.

It smells heavenly and you savor the scent before setting down the cup.

“Aren’t you going to have a drink?” she asks.

“Oh, it’s…still a tad too hot,” you supply quickly.

Across from you, you see Daiki’s father quirk up an eyebrow, a sly smile beginning to play over his lips but he hides it behind his own sip of coffee.

“So, how have you been – other than busy?”

Your attention returns to Daiki’s mother whose taken up residence on your right side. “Um, Daiki got the promotion he was working towards,” you reply.

“That’s wonderful! So does that mean I’ll finally get those grandchildren I’ve been begging for?” she asks excitedly.

“Funny you should mention that-” Daiki mutters but your elbow in his stomach stops him from going on.

“What was that?” His mother never misses anything.

You go to stand but Daiki’s hand on your thigh stops you. “I’ll get it,” he says, standing to move to the foyer where you left your bags. When he returns he has a wrapped box which he hands to his mother. “Merry Christmas, Mom, sorry it’s so late.”

She smiles up at him, patting the couch and he sits before she tears open her present. Pulling away the tissue paper she squeals in delight at the sight of two sets of onesies and tiny socks. On her other side, you watch Daiki’s eyes widen before looking up at you.

His mother sees the expression gasping out, “Don’t tell me you didn’t tell him until now, too?”

You shake your head but as your lips part to answer Daiki’s already speaking. “She didn’t tell me there’s two.”

Kageyama: Me + You = Happiness Times 2

Ask: Hi there!! I’d like to request a scenario with Kageyama and a female reader where they both have crushes on each other but are equally awkward and adorable about trying to confess that they like the other and they fail a few times before they both finally muster up the courage to confess to each other and it’s cute and fluffy and awkwardly adorable because they had no reason to worry at all. I’m just really in the mood for awkward and adorable Kags so i hope this makes the list! TYSM!!

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!!! I hope you’re still in the mood for awkward, adorable Kags (and I hope this is actually adorable). Thank you for your patience!

One day after practice, Kageyama approached Yachi asking, “I’m having trouble with that new chapter in math, would you be able to help me?”

Yachi bit her bottom lip, an apology written on her face. “Sorry, Kageyama-kun,” she said scratching her chin, “I have a lot to work on with the new posters and my English homework.” After a moment, she brightened, extending one finger up in a gesture of inspiration. “But ______ is really good at math, I’m sure she’d help you.”

At the mention of ______’s name, Kageyama couldn’t stop his cheeks from flushing a bright red. The last thing he wanted was help from her. Not because he didn’t like her, oh no, it was the complete opposite. He didn’t want her to know how hard math, and other subjects, were for him to grasp. But with the threat of missing out on summer training camp because of make-up tests looming over him, he begrudgingly nodded. “Ok, um, will you-?

“I’ll talk to her, no worries, Kageyama-kun!” Yachi exclaimed, giving him a salute.

He thanked her before running back to the court where Hinata was shouting at him to give him one more toss.

“I never pegged you for the devious sort,” Ennoshita teased, a knowing look in his eyes.

Now it was Yachi blushing as she shook her head. “No..no, I really couldn’t help-”

He patted her on the shoulder. “You’re a good friend, Yacchan. Sometimes people need a little extra push, right?”

Smiling, the tiny blonde nodded, hurrying to her bag to send ______ a text.

Later that night she giggled at the reply.

You did WHAT?!!!

I told Kageyama-kun you’d help him with his math. What, you don’t want to?

It’s not that! But….him and me….alone…? ヾ(ﾟдﾟ)ﾉ

You’re welcome! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

YACHI!!!

Seriously, you will help, right? ಥ_ಥ

…….fine

YEAH!!! (•◡•) /

Kageyama laid on his bed, volleyball tossing up and down though his mind was, for once, not solely focused on the sport he so adored. Instead, he was thinking of his “study date” as Yachi had called it in her text to him that evening. Just the idea of him and ______ on a date had his heart pounding and he really wished she hadn’t called it that because now he wasn’t sure what to think or do.

Had _______ called it a date, or was that Yachi just using a figure of speech? Had she figured out he had a crush on _____? Probably. Yachi was surprisingly astute about more things than just school.

The smack of the ball against his face made him groan. Just what he needed, a red mark on his forehead! Standing quickly, he looked in the mirror sighing when he saw there was no mark and deciding he should just try to get some sleep.

The next day was a Saturday but as usual Kageyama was up at the break of dawn, running. Huffing and puffing through the cold air he hoped a thorough workout would calm his jittery nerves so that he had some hope of focusing while ______ was tutoring him.

Those hopes were promptly dashed the moment he stepped into the cafe they’d agreed to meet at. There she sat, pencil in hand and books already on the table. Her focus was on the papers in front of her so Kageyama had an opportunity to take her in unobserved. He’d thought her pretty enough in their uniform but here, in the real world, she was something else entirely, wearing a soft looking dress of a color he wasn’t sure the name of along with white knee high socks and ankle boots, a plush white scarf around her neck. Not an overly affectionate person, Kageyama was startled by the overwhelming want to wrap his arms around her and squeeze.

That was until her head whipped up and she caught him staring. His shoulders went rigid, the clutch of his hand on the strap of his bag tightening. Oh god, how long had he been looking? Was he creeping her out?

He relaxed slightly when she smiled and waved him over.

“Good morning Kageyama-kun,” she said sweetly as he approached.

“Good morning, ______-san,” he returned, thankful his voice hadn’t cracked.

They stared at each other for a few seconds before she spoke once more. “Yachi mentioned you were having trouble-”

‘Yes!” he said a bit too abruptly, rifling through his bag to offset the sudden awkward tension. “Um, this chapter,” he offered, pointing to the appropriate page in his book.

She leaned forward, eyes darting over the figures he’d written down. “Oh, I see where you went wrong. Here let me show…”

But Kageyama was already lost and it wasn’t because he didn’t understand the math, though that definitely played a part. From this distance, he could smell her perfume, a sweet floral scent that wasn’t overly strong. The fan of her breath hit his hand and he almost shuddered. How was he going to do this? Looking up was a mistake because now he was aware of how close their faces were, prompting him to jerk back suddenly.

He moved so violently that his chair leg caught on a loose tile, sending it toppling to the side and subsequently spilling him onto the floor. ______, of course, was so startled she jumped up which knocked the table, spilling her coffee all over their papers and her hand.

She hissed in pain drawing Kageyama’s attention to her and away from his own embarrassment.

“Damn it,” he groaned standing quickly, trying to ignore the stares and snickers of their fellow patrons. “Are you ok? I’m so sorry!”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said quietly but the redness of her hand said otherwise.

“Here, let’s get that under some cold water,” Kageyama insisted and without thought grasped her non-injured hand to drag her towards the back of the restaurant.

Whipping open the bathroom door, he ushered her inside. “Run cold water on that, I’ll be right back.”

Bewildered, she did as told, jumping slightly when he returned a few minutes later saying through the closed door, “When you’re done, come back to the table.”

She finished up, drying her hand and wincing when it continued to sting. Walking swiftly, she reached their table to find Kageyama had procured a first aid kit from the staff and taken the time to clean up the mess as best he could. He gestured for her to sit and after she did so, silently asked for her hand. Blushing furiously, she extended it, unable to look at his face as he deftly put burn ointment on the affected area and then with a tenderness she never would have expected from someone normally so brusque, wrapped gaze and a bandage around it.

When he was done, Kageyama nodded once then stood, making his way to return the kit.

He returned quickly, falling back into his chair and sighing out, “Leave it to me to not only ruin our study date but injure you in the process.”

Her eyes whipped up. “This was a date?”

Kageyama felt his cheeks flame, the red hue he was sure to be brighter than the burn on her hand. “Um, well, that is…Yachi mentioned…I mean, I thought-”

“Did you want it to be a date?” The question left her mouth before she’d given proper thought to it and a second later she clamped her hand over her mouth.

Kageyama looked at her a moment, then figuring he might as well go for broke, nodded. “Yeah, I, um, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now, just…never….did.”

“Yeah, that’s the way to win her over,” he thought bitterly, clenching his fist upon the table and looking towards the ground.

His head snapped up at the feel of her hand on his. “I…I’d like it…if you did,” she confessed.

Swallowing his nerves, present still despite the complete certainty she’d say yes, Kageyama asked, “______, would you like to go on a date with me? A proper one?”

She smiled. “Yes, Kageyama-kun, I’d like that very much.”

“And next time I won’t fall over and spill coffee on you,” he muttered, much enjoying the feel of her fingers toying with his own.

Giggling, she finally grasped his hand completely and gave it a squeeze. “Technically,” she said, drawing out the word, “you didn’t spill the coffee on me. I did that all on my own.”

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.

“So, shall we get back to work?” she asked.

Staring at the coffee logged papers, Kageyama shrugged. “Might as well,” he agreed and scooted his chair right next to hers, no longer worried about being too close.