tensuga and either situations 6 or sentences 8 or 12 :)

Prompt #6: In bed at 2am, blissfully drowsy

Sentence #8: “You’re lucky you’re cute because your taste in music is awful”

Tendou falls on his face on the bed, letting out a long satisfied sigh. It’s 2:00 AM, his ears are ringing and he should have taken off his clothes before succumbing to the temptation of lying down for “just a minute”.

“You get eyeliner on that comforter and I’ll kill you.”

Tendou snorts but forces himself to roll to his back, head dipping over the edge of the bed turning the whole world—and Suga—upsidedown; which is fitting, seeing as the silver-haired male has turned his world topsy-turvy ever since the day they toppled into each other on the ice rink.

What a way to meet your boyfriend.

Suga’s trying to scowl but it’s hard when Tendou has that dopey smile on his face. He rolls his eyes instead, huffing, “You’re lucky you’re cute because your taste in music is awful.”

Tendou merely sticks out his tongue, blood still rushing to his head; “Don’t give me that, I saw those sexy hips shaking to the beat.”

Suga doesn’t protest further, telling himself he’s too tired to bother. “Come on!” He claps his hands, then tugs on Tendou’s wrist; “Shower before bed, you stink.”

“Sugaaaa,” Tendou whines, “I’m too tired.”

Suga cocks an eyebrow; “You plan on sleeping in those skin-tight leather pants? Be my guest, but don’t come crying to me when you have a rash on your junk and can’t fuck.”

“So mean,” Tendou whines again, softer this time, as he forces himself off the mattress.

“Less protest, more… just get ready for bed ya nutcase.”

“Is that your way of saying I drive you crazy?” Tendou teases, wincing as he rolls his pants off; they really do stick something fierce.

“Only in days ending in “Y,” Suga calls over the sound of the shower, “now get in here and pay me back for subjecting my ears to that nonsense!”

KageHina prompt 28 sentence 15

Prompt #28: Love confession

Sentence #15: “If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought.”

“Ne, Kageyama, you know what I wish?”

Kageyama didn’t bother with a verbal reply, merely grunted to indicate he heard Hinata’s question.

“I wish I’d get confessed to. Tanaka-senpai and Nishinoya-senpai do all the time. I’ve yet to get even one.”

Kageyama turned his fierce dark blue eyes in him; “What the hell are you talking about, baka?”

Hinata frowned; “What? It would be nice to have someone feel something for me—“

“If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought!”

Kageyama’s interruption left them both slack jawed and blushing for nearly a full minute before Hinata stammered, “Bu…But I thought you didn’t even like me!”

“Huh?!” Kageyama took two steps closer. “How could you possibly think that, you idiot!”

“That’s how!” Hinata shouted back. “You’re always insulting me, calling me names, acting like I annoy you.”

“You do!” Kageyama grabbed him by the shirt, tugging him closer. A bit more quietly he said, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t also have feelings for you.”

Hinata met the fierce glare head on as he always did; “Prove it, then.”

When Kageyama kissed him, it left no more room for doubt.

Tsukishima x Hinata. Prompt 29 -rubs hands together- sentence number 9

Prompt #29: Breaking up

Sentence #9 “I wish I never met you.”

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep wondering if something’s wrong. I can’t keep wringing my hands and pulling my hair out and questioning whether you want me! ” Hinata’s flushed face looks up at him, his eyes blazing as much as they are tear drowned. “I love you so much but I can’t tell if you care Kei and it’s killing me!” He takes a deep breath, saying more quietly, defeated, “I… I can’t be with you anymore.”

Tsukishima swallows the lump in his throat. He could fight back, try to persuade; fuck, a part of him feels compelled to beg Hinata to take back his words.

But his pride burns those words to ash and what comes out is vitriol; “You can’t tell I care? All I’ve ever done since you blundered your way into my life is fucking care! Volleyball, our friends, our family, you. Just because I don’t fawn, just because I don’t swoon, just because I don’t say a lot doesn’t mean I don’t care! How could you have been with me this long and not understood me at all!”

He’s crying now, can feel the wetness on his cheeks and Hinata’s stunned expression makes him wonder if he’s actually never done so in front of him before. Probably not.

Well, it’s too little too late on both their parts.

He grabs his jacket, pulling it on hard enough to strain a seam or two. The keys in his pocket jangle and he extracts them, wrenching lose the key of their shared apartment and flings it against the wall. “I wish I never met you,” he sneers then storms out the door and out of Hinata’s life forever.

Hi there :D How about this for the drabble game? Kuroo Tetsurou x Yaku Morisuke. Situation #27 Seeing each other for the first time in a while. Sentence #28 “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

This is not happening. It absolutely, positively is not happening. How could anyone ever think that he would be the “perfect date” for him? Yaku considers bolting but those golden eyes are too quick and catch sight of him, wearing this stupid red collared shirt so that he would stand out in the crowd.

“Well this is a surprise,” Kuroo purrs–actually fucking purrs.

“Uh huh, remind me to write in a complaint to the developers of that asinine software,” Yaku snaps.

“Morisuke, you wound me! At least we’re matched with someone we have some things in common with!”

“We never agree on anything!”

Kuroo flashes that irritating smirk and it makes Yaku want to smack him. “Look, we’re already here, why don’t we just… hang out? We don’t even have to call it a date if you want.”

Yaku is about to tell Kuroo to shove it when he catches just the faintest hint of…worry? Well, they are both new to town, and it’s kind of lonely when you’ve left everything and everyone you’ve known for years behind.

“Fine, but no funny business!”

Kuroo snorts, “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.”

And so they “hang out”, going to a movie (it takes them nearly an hour to decide which one) and get food (they end up flipping a coin because they can’t reach a mutual decision).

But despite all that, Yaku has to admit at the end of the evening that he’s had a good time. Despite all his maddening annoyances, Kuroo is actually a good date… non-date… whatever. And Yaku finds he doesn’t mind so much that they don’t see eye to eye on everything (anything) because even if he doesn’t agree with Kuroo, the man’s at least intelligent enough to present a convincing argument.

And then Kuroo breaks his ability to think when he says, “Morisuke… if I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

Yaku whips his head up, stopping dead in his tracks and stares at him. But he’s not teasing. He’s completely and utterly serious.

He blurts out a firm “why” and gets the satisfaction of seeing Kuroo ‘Thinks he’s so cool but is really a dork’ Tetsurou blush.

“Wha… No fair! Answering a question with a question!” he whines.

Yaku smirks, rising up on his toes (damn the man for being so tall) and whispers, “Ask me out on a proper date… then we’ll see.” He walks away, leaving a spluttering, cursing Kuroo behind him.

He doesn’t make it home before his phone is ringing, Kuroo’s stupid, handsome face illuminating his screen.

Iwaizumi – Baby Talk

20. “I’m pregnant.”

58. "You look cute with a baby bump!”

For my dear Madame Iwa-chan! @mme-hajime I love you and hope you enjoy this and that you’re feeling lots, lots better!

From this prompt list

Iwaizumi loves watching her with kids. Her face lights up, her giggle is music and his heart swells a little more with love, his vision turning to the future; one he hopes isn’t too far away.

She’ll make a great mom someday.

Their first few years of marriage fly by–they were some of the first among their friends to take the plunge–but when the time comes to start building their family, time becomes the enemy and responses to other people’s joyful announcements are tinged in their souls with envy.

Why can’t we have a baby?

Elation is a word used too often incorrectly, Iwaizumi thinks. But it’s the only word that comes to mind when she speaks the words they’ve both been longing to hear.

I’m pregnant.

Having a co-ed baby shower was one of her best ideas to date, because of course they want every person who’ve been with them through the toil and pain of trying, trying, trying to be there when trying becomes success.

He scowls a little at Oikawa’s over enthusiastic “You look cute with a baby bump” but restrains himself from thumping the man on the back of the head; no need to teach his former setter’s children bad habits, that would just invoke poor parent karma.

So he smiles and kisses her temple and they laugh and talk and plan, take some advice (dismissing most) and bask in the glow of their impending sleeplessness.

Iwaizumi can’t wait.

could i get a kuroo x fem reader in their last year and they liked each other from the beginning but were “just friends” and she thinks he doesnt like her but confesses and they get a happy ending? i realy need one, i lost mine

kuroast:

i’m so sorry to hear that, and trust me i’ve been there and ofc it’s going to hurt but you’ll fall again and hopefully it’ll be requited 😘💕 stay strong! i’m here if you need to talk~

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You twirled the alcoholic drink in your glass as you absentmindedly watched how the moon reflected upon it. In all fairness, while the fact that this field trip was the last one you were going to have with the volleyball team, a part of you was still shaken up after suspecting Kuroo fell for another. He didn’t admit to it himself, but doubt inflicts more damage than certainty ever could.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned into the chair that was positioned, in your ever so humble opinion, rather perfectly on the balcony; it allowed you an astounding view of the starry sky yet kept you hidden from the wind. With a single glance at what was going on back in the livingroom, you could barely suppress a smile at the sight of Kuroo massaging his temples in despair over the nonsense Lev was spewing.

It was the perfect picture; one you were certainly going to miss once you leave.

Mere seconds after, Kuroo’s eyes locked with yours, resulting in him breaking out in a smile. With a single eye roll at the first year, he got up and made his way towards you.

“I feel like a failing parent,” he commented, closing the balcony door behind himself before placing the beverage that he tried his best not to spill, on the table.

“Next time, use protection,” you winked before raising your glass towards him in a sarcastic manner. He matched your pace and took a sip himself, a smug grin gracing his lips at your taunting.

Comfortable silence followed in; truth be told, atfter the entire day with the team, not even Kuroo would complain about finally getting some peace and quiet.

“Do you realise this is goodbye?” he suddenly blurted out as he awaited your reaction— was he the only one dreading it?

“I prefer to think of it as an opportunity to think of all the good memories we’ve had— it might be a goodbye, but not forever. It’s just that this chapter of our life is over.”

The male quirked his brow quizzicaly, rotating so that he was turned towards you properly, “Deep conversations under the stars with accompanying alcohol? Sign me in.”

Through a stiffled laugh you shook your head at him and found yourself regretting it afterwards. Perhaps you had a sip too many and dizziness overcame you.

“That’s what I’m talking about; every trip we go on, we end up like this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to drink on a balcony without a part of me hoping you’re going to follow suit.”

“One day, I might,” he added, trailing off. As he opened his mouth to continue, you beat him to it. Nine chances out of ten you were going to regret it— at that point, the alcohol was talking and you had nothing to do with it.

“Don’t get my hopes up like that. You always do that,” your tone changed and you could no longer maintain eye contact. Puzzled by the change in the atmosphere, the raven leaned in, prepared to offer you a shoulder for whatever you might need.

“I like you,” you blurted out, “And I know you don’t like me. And I’m trying so hard to get over you. I kept letting go, I kept convincing myself that I was ready to do so. At times I was. It’s you, though. I blame you. You’re the one who won’t leave no matter how many chances I give you. In a crowd you look for me, you never leave my side— you don’t even give me five minutes with my other friends. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you aren’t supposed to chase a girl through the field, blowing dandelions at her unless you like h—“

“I do.”

“W-what?” your voice cracked; at that very given moment, your heart was racing so lound that you could hear it, and most likely he could as well.

“Have you ever once thought that I was always by your side because I like you? Because I need you? Because I want you? Because I would choose your company over anyone else’s?” he continued, getting up from his seat so that he could face you properly, “Every time you brushed me off as just a friend, it hurt, but I was prepared for it if it meant staying by your side.”

“What about—“

“(Name), you said it yourself. A guy doesn’t chase a girl through a field, blowing dandelions at her unless he likes her.”

A moment of silence followed suit; you spent it staring at one another, whether in amazement or disbelief— perhaps even in wonder, as you marveled at the fact that you were blind despite your perfect sight.

So all it took, after countless nights of empty “what ifs” and daydreams, was a mere confession. Oh, the trouble you could have saved yourself from.

“Kuroo, you absolute idiot, kiss h-nhmp!” Lev was cut off by the hand of an exhasperated Kenma as he drew the curtains with the other, swiftly apologizing for the intrusion.

Previously unaware of their presence, the male’s cheeks burnt bright red as he took a step back, prepared to turn into a stuttering mess at any moment, only to have you pull him in for a kiss in the brief moment of drunken courage.

It was a short peck, for the height difference didn’t allow much else without the additional help of the flustered raven, but you beamed with happiness nonetheless.

“Say, what you want, but for once, he’s right,” you commented cheekily. Having the doubt and fear of rejection lifted from your shoulders, you found it in you to smile brightly with no regrets.

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And there it was, a short, happy ending for all of those who didn’t get theirs.

Awwww!!! I’ve missed your stuff! It’s always so good! I love that you call Kuroo a raven because as much as he’s a cat, a raven is a good description too and I love it!