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!

Consume Me!

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ASK: How about… omegaverse au featuring omega(s)! Hinata, Furihata, Sakurai, and Kenma experiencing their first heat since after getting together with their alpha!gf. Maybe a progression story for them getting to their gf to eventually actually mating with them? @3@ or however you see fit after reading my jumbled message.

I understand perfectly, I just hope I got this AU right and that you enjoy! Sorry it took so long!

It’s hot, plain and simple.

Kenma feels an annoying trickle of sweat snaking down the back of his neck. It’s distracting, which is bad since this level is really hard and he’s already died five times. Frowning, teeth grit, he endures, blessing the video game gods for an unexpected save point that allows him time to shuck his sweatshirt and socks. Did his roommate turn up the heater?

Downing the bottle of water next to him as though he’s just found an oasis in the desert, Kenma resumes his play, steadfastly ignoring the increasing temperature in favor of defeating the second form of the final boss on this level.

That is until Kuroo almost tears the hinges off his door. Startled the console falls from Kenma’s hands just as he was about to deal the finishing blow.

And he dies. Again.

But before he can reprimand Kuroo for his piss poor timing and completely unnecessary dramatics his former captain all but shouts, “What the fuck are you doing and why isn’t ______ here?”

Kenma stands, argument sharp on his tongue until he notices Kuroo is shivering slightly.

“Why are you cold? It’s like a furnace in here,” he says quietly.

When Hyuuga fixes him with that look, Furihata shrinks back. “How many times have you been told to make sure you’re with your alpha during your heat!” he snaps.

“Heat? Is…is that what’s happening?” Furihata asks voice shaky.

Hyuuga blinks rapidly. “You didn’t know? You…you’ve never had-”

Furihata shakes his head back and forth fast enough that Hyuuga’s afraid he’ll make himself pass out.

“Ok, ok, calm down,” he offers, stepping forward to attempt at comfort but the closer he gets the more his alpha calls to Furihata’s omega and that is not an experience he wants either of them to have. That and ______-chan will fucking murder him if he touches what’s hers. “Look,” he grits out, forcing himself to step back, “you need to get to her or get her here, which is it gonna be?”

“She’s not too far, I’ll run,” Furihata almost squeaks, tearing past Hyuuga who in the absence of the overwrought omega breathes a sigh of relief.

Maybe he can convince Riko to let him actually be the alpha tonight.

Sakurai pumps his legs but as his heat grows stronger so does the attention he’s garnering from other alphas. It’s embarrassing to say the least but he forces himself to focus only on getting to ______.

But in his haste and blind panic, he makes a wrong turn, ending up face to face with a group of women who positively radiate alpha.

“Oooooo, you’re a cutie,” one of them, a blonde, coos.

“And you smell so good,” another, this one with glasses, practically purrs.

“I…I’m sorry…” Sakurai whimpers, bottom lip trembling.

“No need to be sorry, love,” a previously unnoticed redhead assures, “but it does look like you could use some help. Feel like cooling off?”

The touch of a finger to his neck has Sakurai practicing salivating. He needs release but he doesn’t’ want it with just any alpha; he wants his alpha.

He shakes his head, back pedaling as fast as his shaking legs can take him. “So….sorry! I…I have to…I have a….”

“He has an alpha, bitches. Go get your own.”

Hinata whirls around, a mixture of relief and utter need playing across his face.

“What a shame, he’s a doll,” blondie supplies but backs off, they all do, when they see ______ will fuck them up if they touch what’s hers again.

“Come on Shoyou. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me but I’ll take care of you,” she says, grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of her house.

“Gwah! I…I need…it hurts…it…burns,” Hinata pants.

“I know baby, but I’m not mating you in the street. It’d be like dumping blood in shark infested waters. We’re almost there, hang on.”

They run faster and the moment the door shuts Hinata is writhing and humping against her, eager for any friction or stimulation he can get. She grabs the back of his hair, tugging back to expose his neck and latches on making him cry out. Forgoing the bedroom, ______ shoves Hinata onto the couch, whips off his pants and hers then crawls on top of him.

Normally she’d like to take her time but Hinata looks fevered and she’s afraid he’s going to pass out. As she sinks onto him, taking his weeping and blood rushed cock, Hinata sobs her name, fingernails tearing at the cushions.

She stills, stroking his face and kissing him gently, allowing his breathing to come back down a bit. “It’s ok, you’re ok now,” she whispers, rocking her hips experimentally. When the groan Hinata lets out isn’t laced with pain, she smiles. “I’m going to ride you now, baby. I’m going to make it all better, ok?”

He nods, leaning up to kiss her, trailing his hands through her hair. She grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head. Drawing up she slams back down, making Hinata’s mouth fall open in a perfect “o”, his breathing increasing once more.

“Keep your eyes on me, Shoyou, let me watch you,” she insists.

He obeys, the standing tears in his eyes rolling down still flushed cheeks.

“I love you,” he gasps.

“I love you too, Shoyou. Now, be a good boy and come for me.” She rides harder, grinding down, pumping him for all he’s worth. “Come on, Shoyou. That’s it, that’s it, good boy. You’re such…a…good…boy.”

Hinata’s whole body tenses, the release of his seed erupting into her eager body.

When he goes slack, she gets up to gather a towel and some water. By the time she returns, Hinata is curled up on his side, fast asleep.

Smiling, she sits side legged on the floor, trailing a delicate touch over his cheek. She still needs release of her own but for now she’ll let her little omega rest.

It is his first heat after all.

Consume Me!

ASK: How about… omegaverse au featuring omega(s)! Hinata, Furihata, Sakurai, and Kenma experiencing their first heat since after getting together with their alpha!gf. Maybe a progression story for them getting to their gf to eventually actually mating with them? @3@ or however you see fit after reading my jumbled message.

I understand perfectly, I just hope I got this AU right and that you enjoy! Sorry it took so long!

It’s hot, plain and simple.

Kenma feels an annoying trickle of sweat snaking down the back of his neck. It’s distracting, which is bad since this level is really hard and he’s already died five times. Frowning, teeth grit, he endures, blessing the video game gods for an unexpected save point that allows him time to shuck his sweatshirt and socks. Did his roommate turn up the heater?

Downing the bottle of water next to him as though he’s just found an oasis in the desert, Kenma resumes his play, steadfastly ignoring the increasing temperature in favor of defeating the second form of the final boss on this level.

That is until Kuroo almost tears the hinges off his door. Startled the console falls from Kenma’s hands just as he was about to deal the finishing blow.

And he dies. Again.

But before he can reprimand Kuroo for his piss poor timing and completely unnecessary dramatics his former captain all but shouts, “What the fuck are you doing and why isn’t ______ here?”

Kenma stands, argument sharp on his tongue until he notices Kuroo is shivering slightly.

“Why are you cold? It’s like a furnace in here,” he says quietly.

When Hyuuga fixes him with that look, Furihata shrinks back. “How many times have you been told to make sure you’re with your alpha during your heat!” he snaps.

“Heat? Is…is that what’s happening?” Furihata asks voice shaky.

Hyuuga blinks rapidly. “You didn’t know? You…you’ve never had-”

Furihata shakes his head back and forth fast enough that Hyuuga’s afraid he’ll make himself pass out.

“Ok, ok, calm down,” he offers, stepping forward to attempt at comfort but the closer he gets the more his alpha calls to Furihata’s omega and that is not an experience he wants either of them to have. That and ______-chan will fucking murder him if he touches what’s hers. “Look,” he grits out, forcing himself to step back, “you need to get to her or get her here, which is it gonna be?”

“She’s not too far, I’ll run,” Furihata almost squeaks, tearing past Hyuuga who in the absence of the overwrought omega breathes a sigh of relief.

Maybe he can convince Riko to let him actually be the alpha tonight.

Sakurai pumps his legs but as his heat grows stronger so does the attention he’s garnering from other alphas. It’s embarrassing to say the least but he forces himself to focus only on getting to ______.

But in his haste and blind panic, he makes a wrong turn, ending up face to face with a group of women who positively radiate alpha.

“Oooooo, you’re a cutie,” one of them, a blonde, coos.

“And you smell so good,” another, this one with glasses, practically purrs.

“I…I’m sorry…” Sakurai whimpers, bottom lip trembling.

“No need to be sorry, love,” a previously unnoticed redhead assures, “but it does look like you could use some help. Feel like cooling off?”

The touch of a finger to his neck has Sakurai practicing salivating. He needs release but he doesn’t’ want it with just any alpha; he wants his alpha.

He shakes his head, back pedaling as fast as his shaking legs can take him. “So….sorry! I…I have to…I have a….”

“He has an alpha, bitches. Go get your own.”

Hinata whirls around, a mixture of relief and utter need playing across his face.

“What a shame, he’s a doll,” blondie supplies but backs off, they all do, when they see ______ will fuck them up if they touch what’s hers again.

“Come on Shoyou. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me but I’ll take care of you,” she says, grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of her house.

“Gwah! I…I need…it hurts…it…burns,” Hinata pants.

“I know baby, but I’m not mating you in the street. It’d be like dumping blood in shark infested waters. We’re almost there, hang on.”

They run faster and the moment the door shuts Hinata is writhing and humping against her, eager for any friction or stimulation he can get. She grabs the back of his hair, tugging back to expose his neck and latches on making him cry out. Forgoing the bedroom, ______ shoves Hinata onto the couch, whips off his pants and hers then crawls on top of him.

Normally she’d like to take her time but Hinata looks fevered and she’s afraid he’s going to pass out. As she sinks onto him, taking his weeping and blood rushed cock, Hinata sobs her name, fingernails tearing at the cushions.

She stills, stroking his face and kissing him gently, allowing his breathing to come back down a bit. “It’s ok, you’re ok now,” she whispers, rocking her hips experimentally. When the groan Hinata lets out isn’t laced with pain, she smiles. “I’m going to ride you now, baby. I’m going to make it all better, ok?”

He nods, leaning up to kiss her, trailing his hands through her hair. She grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head. Drawing up she slams back down, making Hinata’s mouth fall open in a perfect “o”, his breathing increasing once more.

“Keep your eyes on me, Shoyou, let me watch you,” she insists.

He obeys, the standing tears in his eyes rolling down still flushed cheeks.

“I love you,” he gasps.

“I love you too, Shoyou. Now, be a good boy and come for me.” She rides harder, grinding down, pumping him for all he’s worth. “Come on, Shoyou. That’s it, that’s it, good boy. You’re such…a…good…boy.”

Hinata’s whole body tenses, the release of his seed erupting into her eager body.

When he goes slack, she gets up to gather a towel and some water. By the time she returns, Hinata is curled up on his side, fast asleep.

Smiling, she sits side legged on the floor, trailing a delicate touch over his cheek. She still needs release of her own but for now she’ll let her little omega rest.

It is his first heat after all.

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.

Dominance: Part 4

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~Admin Emma

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The ride home had been absolutely torturous. Asahi refused to respond to your hand on his thigh, passively staring out the window and holding your hand in his. A ghost of a smirk played on the corner of his lips, and every time the private car took a turn, he used the opportunity to press further into your hip. You scowled–bastard was doing it on purpose. You’d never been happier to see his apartment complex as the driver pulled into the resident drop off area. It took all your self control not to scramble out of the car and haul Asahi conspicuously into the elevator. You knew him–if he would barely touch you in the car, there was a solid chance he wouldn’t ravish you in the elevator.

You were right.

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Amazing Emma!! I reblogged part 4 cause it has links to the rest of the story. Make sure to start with part 1 of course!

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.”

To Nishinoya-senpai: “I really admire you. You work really hard and never give up and that’s inspired me to work hard too! I made you this charm for good luck at all your games. Here’s a home made bento as well. I know you’ve been wanting one so I made it specially for you! Happy Valentine’s Day, Yuu. I love you very much! 💕”

Nishinoya is so excited and happy he can’t even speak. All that comes out is a garble mass that sounds suspiciously like “thank you”, “you’re the best”, and “oh my god, I think I’m in love”.

Forgoing further attempts to speak, he opts instead to gather you in a huge hug, planting a long kiss on your lips to show his appreciation.

Ahh I hope I made the cut! I’ve spent the holiday running between classes and now doing homework, sigh 😔 But could I please get a cute valentine’s from Akaashi ^^ Just a cute chocolate nomming cuddle session in bed to end off the day with relaxation~~

You did make it on time sweetie! I’m sorry this is two days late (especially since it sounds like you had a stressful day on Valentine’s) but hopefully you can still enjoy this!

Not usually one to get his feathers in a ruffle, Akaashi’s face betrays his wary irritation. Not only has he managed to miss Valentine’s day with you, but it was now two days past and he’d yet to even talk to you!

Granted, both of you had been busy and he’s so thankful you aren’t the type to lay all the blame on his shoulders. Now, despite the exhaustion he feels at the end of a long day filled with school and practice, he’s hurrying to your house as fast as his legs will carry his sore body.

Before he can even knock, the door to your house is open and you’re flying into his arms; you must have been watching for him from the window. A soft smile plays across his lips as he inhales through his nose, breathing in your scent and letting it wash over him like a soothing balm.

“Happy belated Valentine’s day,” you say, breath teasing the small hairs of his neck.

He hums appreciation of your affection, pecking soft kisses to your cheek.

“I brought you something,” he announces. “But I’ll have to let you go to get it.” You shake your head, increasing the firmness of your hold and he chuckles. “I promise you’ll be back in my arms in no time, but I’d really like to give it to you.”

Sighing, you pull away to give him room to reach into his bag. As he withdraws the gift, your eyes widen; it’s the biggest chocolate box you’ve ever seen.

“One upside to being late for Valentine’s day,” Akaashi says with a coy smile, “is that all the holiday specific chocolate is on sale. So I figured, what the heck, go big or go home right?”

Your laughter makes his heart sing. “Let’s watch a movie and gorge ourselves on half priced chocolate,” you encourage, pulling on his hand.

He smiles wider, following you to the den where you proceed to flip on Netflix as he settles on the couch. Nestling between his legs, you open the box, pick up a piece and hold it expectantly before his lips but he skirts around it to kiss you instead.

“Couldn’t wait to have the sweetest piece,” he whispers and you giggle.

Who knew your normally stoic boyfriend could be so sweet and corny?

Omg haikyuu blind date plz

Matsukawa Issei sits bouncing his leg, twisting the napkin on his lap. Why did he ever agree to a blind date? He must be crazy. Knowing Hanamaki he probably arranged for Oikawa to show up with a bunch of fanfare to annoy and embarrass both of them.

But his fears fall away as you step into view, the hostess pointing to his table, He stands quickly, smoothing out his jacket and wishing he’d taken the time to get it dry cleaned.

“Matsukawa-san?” you ask and he nods. You smile, extending your hand. “I’m _____, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Your voice is pleasant, like your face.

He pulls out your chair, settling you in before returning to his seat. “Sorry for the boring setting,” he says scratching his cheek. “To be honest, I thought Hanamaki was pulling a fast one on me.”

You giggle and he definitely likes the sound of it.

“That makes two of us,” you reply, mirth glowing in your eyes.

“Well, guess we owe him an apology,” Matsukawa chuckles.

“Oh? So sure this is going to end well?” you tease.

“Yeah. He didn’t tell you? I’m psychic.” He nods sagely and you snort.

“Interesting proclamation, given you couldn’t see this wasn’t a ruse to a bad joke.”

He shrugs. “I’m rusty. But you’ll see I’m right.”

And when you go out again a week later, you’re forced to admit he was “right”.