G K for Ushijima?

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

It doesn’t matter what type of sex you’ve had (slow, fast, gentle, rough) one of Ushijima’s favorite things to do mid or post coitus is cradle your head in his large hands and stare into your eyes for a moment before he asks, “Do you know how much I love you?” It’s what he always asks and he doesn’t care if you nod, speak or hum as long as he can see your eyes because those never lie.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

The smell of coffee wafts through the air, but Ushijima is thirsty for something else. She just had to wear his t-shirt, the garment positively swimming on her making his mouth water. It’s about time he quenches his thirst.

“Wakatoshi.” Her moan is like music to his ears, muffled as it is since his head is between her thighs. Dexterously his tongue works her over making her clasp the sink until her fingers are almost cramping.

“Can…can we move this somewhere a little more comfortable?” she asks through panting breaths.

“No,” he answers simply, opening wider to push his tongue further into her core.

“Th…then at least fuck me properly, I want to feel you in me,” she requests.

“Not done yet,” comes the simple reply and a redoubling of his efforts has her coming not too long after.

He releases her, standing as she tries to maintain balance on wobbly legs. After quickly washing his face, he gathers her up in his arms, heading back to their bedroom. He can always go jogging later, but right now he’s in favor of a much more pleasurable form of cardio vascular activity.

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Aone – #15 Warming each other up

The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.

It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.

He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.

“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”

He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.

A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.

As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.

He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.

“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”

Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.

Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.

Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.

Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.

“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”

He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.

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C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

A low hum of appreciation sends your toes curling as Bokuto strokes his tongue languidly against the apex of your legs. He’s learned to slow down and take his time, more conscious of your need to be built up in stages.

“You taste so good,” he mumbles against the wet slick of your plumped lips, unwilling to part further than absolutely necessary to form words. “I could eat you out all night if you’d let me.”

You moan encouragement, emphasizing it with a tug against his hair to put him back flush against you. He obliges, groaning as your grip gets tighter when he hits that one spot.

“Kou,” you whine, hips canting up slightly seeking more pressure, more contact, more of his talented tongue driving you to the edge of completion and over it.

“That’s it baby, let me hear that pretty voice saying my name.” His voice is low, words caught in his throat making them come out guttural and sex infused.

“Please, Kou, more.” You can do little else but gasp the request, crying out sharply as his lips seal over your clit and he sucks hard. Orgasmic pleasure rips through your body sending your limbs flailing but he holds you down, sucking longer than you think he has breath to do until you’re practically sobbing.

When he pulls away you look down, bright golden eyes meeting yours and a smug smile covered in your essence.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, wiping the evidence of your satisfaction away before crawling over you to lay delicate kisses across your face as you catch your breath.

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

As much as Bokuto loves giving compliments, he also loves receiving them. Tell him not only how good he makes you feel but what you love about him. He’ll get a huge boost of confidence when you say how safe you feel in his arms. Tell him how much you love his eyes and seeing all he feels for you. Compliment his strength.

Bokuto is vocal and he enjoys it when you are too, not only when he’s doing things to you but when you’re reciprocating. Moaning around his cock will have his head kicking hard back against the pillows (or chair or wall or lockers or wherever you decide to hit your knees for him).

Loves when you run your fingers through his hair, especially after it’s freshly washed and still slightly damp.

Grip his biceps, boy works hard on those and feeling you appreciate them makes him happy.

In the afterglow, trail your fingers lightly over his back if he’s face down or on his chest if he’s face up. He relishes in contact.

Let him spoon you as you fall asleep together.

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Can i have headcanons about Iwaizumi and Akaashi? They are childhood friends with reader, who had feelings for them since then. But boys didnt notice them at all and dated other girls whereas reader was burning out of jealousy and has become self conscious. But suddenly when they were in uni all grown up they finally admitted their crush for them and they are so worked up like,how am i supposed to make reader like me back? Lysm and thanx❤🌸

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This is gonna be a long one (I might have gone overboard with it), so strap in for the ride and maybe prepare your heart as well. This may or may not be based on real life experiences.

Well, I just realized after writing Iwaizumi’s part that I had read the request wrong. Sooo, I guess enjoy the kinda reverse request for his part even if it’s not exactly what you asked for.

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Iwaizumi Hajime

From as far back as you can remember you, Iwaizumi, and
Oikawa had always been friends. From elementary, to middle school, and even
into high school, the three of you were always seen together apart from being
in class or the boys having volleyball practice.

You were very close to both males, however you did favor
Iwaizumi a bit more because of your crush on him. You had always admired the
dark haired male, but it wasn’t until your second year of high school when you
realized your admiration had transformed into a full blown crush.

Your crush didn’t affect your interactions with Iwaizumi too
much other than your heart beating faster whenever he smiled at you. And
luckily, or unluckily for you, it seemed he was completely oblivious to
anything out of the ordinary that you were doing.

However, Oikawa being the “Oh-so observant bastard” as you
liked to call him much to his dismay, noticed the shift in behavior. But boy
was he excited. He essentially made himself your personal cheerleader as you “go
seduce your beloved Iwa-chan!” You promptly whacked the brunet with your handy
textbook then hugged him right after. Having Oikawa supporting you through this
entire endeavor was probably the best help you could have ever asked for.

Since Valentine’s Day was just around the corner, Oikawa
suggested that you confess to Iwaizumi around that time to be romantic. You
laughed at the cheesiness of the idea, but after giving it a bit of thought you
decided that the cliché really wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

After much encouragement and some strong urging from a
certain annoying yet lovable brunet, you finally built up the courage to pour
out your feelings into a letter and brought it to school on Valentine’s Day
intending to finally tell Iwaizumi how you truly felt about him.

The romantic holiday soon comes and you’re feeling pretty
nervous about the whole thing you and Oikawa so painstakingly planned out, but
you had made up your mind that you were going to accept his answer whether it
was going to be good or not.

You don’t get the chance to give him your letter first thing
in the morning since he has early practice and the two of you don’t share the
same homeroom. But you are in the same class as Oikawa and he’s just as excited
as you are nervous. He’s practically beaming at you and completely ignoring any
of his fangirls, which earns you a couple dirty looks from some of them. But
there are a few who think the two of you are actually together and you can hear
them whispering about how great a couple you two make.

You take their words as a complement and it boosts your
confidence just a little bit. Throughout the entirety of the class, you’re
clearly distracted and unconsciously run your finger over the edge of the
simple white envelope you decided for your letter.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of class, you
mustered enough courage to go give Iwaizumi your letter during lunch, however
it’s the very guy that you want to confess to that throws a wrench into your
plans. When you and Oikawa get to the usual spot for lunch, the dark haired
male is nowhere to be found.

Oikawa, of course, offers to help you look for him, but
while you appreciate the help, you know his fangirls are going to swarm him way
before he can even get the chance to start looking. You go off on your own, promising
to go back to find him immediately afterwards and tell him all the details.

Now, full of hope and nerves, you set off to go find
Iwaizumi and after a while of searching, you find him near his homeroom. You’re
about to call out to him, but your voice is caught in your throat and your
chest tightens to the point of physical pain when you see another girl, someone
far more beautiful and deserving of Iwaizumi, confess to him.

You let out shuddery breath while clutching the letter to
your heaving chest, trying to keep in the building sobs from escaping and silently
leave. Walking away from the scene, you try to save yourself from anymore
heartbreak, but you don’t leave fast enough and hear Iwaizumi accept the other
girl’s confession.

Just like that, you feel your heart sink to your stomach and
clasp your hands over your mouth. You bite your lower lip to resist the urge to
cry, but a few stray tears still manage to fall. Refusing to let yourself cry
over such a trivial thing, you rub your arm over your eyes to wipe away the
tears. The paper of the letter crinkles under your tightening grip and you
stare at it with distain. You grip the now wrinkled envelope with both hands,
intending on ripping it into shreds and throwing them away, but you stop
yourself just as a small tear appears.

Screw boys and screw everything. You weren’t about to
destroy something you poured all your heart and feelings into. You run your
hand over the parchment to smooth it out then return to homeroom without even
going back to Oikawa or for your lunch.

When the brunet does come back, with you untouched lunch box
in hand and a slew of fangirls in tow, he notices your dead expression almost immediately.
But you just stay silent thought his barrage of questions and give nothing
away. He’s finally forced to stop when the teacher walks into the room, but he
just can’t stop fretting over you. Even after being your friend for as long as
he can remember, Oikawa has never seen you look like this before.

The rest of the day passes as a daze and you manage to
escape from Oikawa after class before he could start worrying over you like a
mother hen. You leave school as fast as you can and you finally break down once
you inside the safety of your room. All the emotions you had walled away
finally overflow.

Tears stream down your cheeks and this time you don’t try to
wipe them away. And that’s how Oikawa finds you, huddled in a dark corner of
your room with tears dampening your clothes and as silent as you had been at
school.

He had ditched practice, something completely unheard of
from the volleyball obsessed idiot, and ran all the way to you house in order
to check on you. His heart is essentially shattered when he sees you in such a
destroyed state and he just wraps his arms around you.

Just having Oikawa there was too much. All the love and care
he was showing you was too much. Everything hurt too much. Finally, in the arms
of your best friend, you break down sobbing. And the two of you stay like that,
with Oikawa holding you tight and you clinging to the brunet as you sobbed your
heart out.

It takes a while, but eventually your teas stop falling.
However, it doesn’t stop the ache in your heart. You don’t want to say it, but
you tell Oikawa about what you saw earlier. It wasn’t Iwaizumi’s fault. You
were simply too late.

And so, your days of high school went on. You couldn’t just cut
Iwaizumi out of your life. He was still your best friend, but every time you
saw them together you slowly began convincing yourself that he wouldn’t have
even chosen you in the first place if there was someone as smart, beautiful,
and caring as the girl who confessed to him.

You continued supporting him and even so, your crush on him,
who was now the ace, never died. But when he broke up with her, you weren’t
even happy. You had fully convinced yourself that you had no chance at all. So
you slowly began distancing yourself in order to stop the aching in your heart
whenever you saw him.

Your third year passed in the blink of an eye and soon
enough, you found yourself among so many new faces in a university lecture
hall. However, you never expected to see Iwaizumi himself sit right next to
you. The two of you saved the greetings until after class, but
you weren’t prepared when he asked you why you had avoided him. He even pointed
out that you didn’t realize the two of you had gotten accepted into the same
university. You struggled to find the words to explain, but luckily your senpai,
who had been looking for you, pointed out that the next lecture was starting
soon.

That, however, wasn’t the last time you saw or even heard
from Iwaizumi. He started texting you daily and slowly but surely, the two of
you built back the friendship you once shared. But one day when you gave
Iwaizumi your notes, you accidentally gave him you years old confession letter
by accident. You had had kept that old thing for years, but now that old
feelings were starting to resurface you wanted to have a chance to confess.

You didn’t even realize that it was tucked in between all
the other papers, but Iwaizumi does when he looks through them. He inspects the
old letter and seeing that it was addressed to him, he opens it. And by the
time he finishes, he’s shoving all of his materials into his backpack and takes
off looking for you.

He shoots you a text as quickly as he can and finds out that
you’re heading back to your apartment. Right now Iwaizumi is desperate to get
to you. He has to tell you that he felt the same way, but he never had the
courage to tell you. And he finds you in the hall to your apartment while your
senpai confesses to you. But he’s not about to let you go without telling you
first.

You hear Iwaizumi calling your name, and the poor guy is
completely winded and completely hunched over from running all the way to your
place. You essentially ignore you senpai’s confession and rush over to help
Iwaizumi when he confesses to you out of the blue. Of course you’re shocked
until he pulls the letter out of his backpack and you realize that he read it.
Your senpai realizes that Iwaizumi is the guy that you told him about and he’s
happy for you and takes your answer in stride, leaving the two of you to have
your moment.

After he catches his breath, Iwaizumi tells you everything
and you nearly break down in tears. He wraps his arms around you and says that
you have every right to not chose him, but you just shake your head and return
the embrace.

“It has always been you and it always will be you.”

Akaashi Keiji

You and Akaashi had been friends ever since birth. Your
mothers were good friends and just so happened to live right next to each other,
so the two of you obviously became good friends too. The two of you almost did
everything together and most likely if one of you was out, the other wasn’t too
far behind.

Akaashi was always loved by everyone around him because of
his gentle mannerisms and brilliant mind, but he only ever had eyes for you. While
you on the other hand only gained the attention of teachers due to your hard
work and academic diligence, but you never had any guy ever come up to you
besides Akaashi.

You always looked around and saw guys with other girls, and
you wondered why no one ever came and talked to you. Was it was because you
never talked to anyone unless they talked to you first? Or maybe it was because
you were just not pretty enough.

You never though your own beauty standards were a problem.
It wasn’t like you didn’t make an effort to make yourself look presentable, it
was because you thought spending you money on makeup and the time and skill it
took to apply it wasn’t worth it. But after seeing all the pretty girls with
faces all done up getting all the guys, maybe you had to give it a try.

So for one day, you wore makeup to school. And nothing
changed. No one still noticed you. No one still talked to you. Nothing out of
the ordinary happened. It was like any other normal day at school. But there
was one person who noticed your new look and complemented you immediately.
Akaashi.

He saw you when you first left the house and a faint pink
dusted his cheeks when how the simple makeup you had put on brought out your
eyes and accented your cheeks perfectly. But you just brushed it off as something
he would normally say. He would always say that he liked you or he would always
stay by your side, but you only ever though he was saying that because he was
your best friend

On the outside, the setter looked the same as he always did,
but on the inside his heart was doing flips. You were so beautiful. His mind
was working overdrive, going through all the scenarios that were possible if he
confessed to you right now. But by the time he had gotten through every possible
option, the two of you had already arrived at school. And that little smile you
shot him as you were leaving did nothing to stop his heart from pounding even
harder.

Every moment of that day he spent thinking of nothing but you.
However, the next day when he came to pick you up for school you seemed…off. Your
smile was strained and you seemed to always be deep in thought or spaced out.
But you just brushed off his concerns, leaving Akaashi even more worried about
you.

He loved you, he really did. And not in the platonic way. He
wanted to be in a relationship with you. He wanted to take you out on dates and
do things that couples would do. But most of all, he wanted to make you feel
loved for the person that you were. You on the other hand, had other things in
mind. That was the last morning he walked to school with you.

You no longer came to his early morning practices and you
were no longer there after practice was over either. Akaashi chalked the first
few times as just accidents or due to sickness, but he started to get worried
after the first week and came over to see you. Like usual, you brushed off his
concerns for you and just made up some lame excuse about upcoming exams and
university.

Akaashi didn’t buy it for a second, but it seemed like this
was all you were going to give him. So for the rest of his third year, he spent
more time with you and found out your dream college. Why? In order to go with
you so you would never be alone. And so he could work up the courage to
actually confess to you in a way that would make you understand that there was
someone who truly loved you.

Luckily, he got into the same university as you and he began
planning the perfect way to confess his feelings to you. He knew you wouldn’t listen
to just his words alone and even if you did he had to do it in a way that would
make you like him back as well. Poor Akaashi spent weeks coming up with all
kind of scenarios and stressing over which one would be perfect for you, when
he realized that White Day was coming up. You hadn’t done anything on Valentine’s
Day, but that didn’t matter to him. That day would be just for you.

You were once again alone watching guys give girls return
presents and you heart ached. You wanted to feel the same way they did. Just
when you were about to walk past all the happy couples and sadly make you way home,
you heard Akaashi calling you name from behind you. And to your surprise, he
was holding a beautifully put together bouquet of lilies, daisies, and red
roses which he handed to you. You wanted to say something, anything, but he
stopped you before you did.

“I want you to listen to me, __________, and I just want you
to listen until I finish. For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved you with
all my heart. I remember telling you time and time again, but you though I was
saying it as a friend. But I meant it every time. Those people in high school
who didn’t pay you any attention were all fools. I watched you grow up into the
beautiful woman that you are today, and I finally mustered up the courage to
tell you this. I love you, ________. I want to make you feel loved. I want to
always be by your side and give you the happiness you deserved for all these
years. Would you be my girlfriend?”

You had ended up crying near the end of Akaashi’s speech and
you essentially flung yourself into his arms when he finished.

“I love you, _________. Since
then, to now, and forever.”

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C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

A low hum of appreciation sends your toes curling as Bokuto strokes his tongue languidly against the apex of your legs. He’s learned to slow down and take his time, more conscious of your need to be built up in stages.

“You taste so good,” he mumbles against the wet slick of your plumped lips, unwilling to part further than absolutely necessary to form words. “I could eat you out all night if you’d let me.”

You moan encouragement, emphasizing it with a tug against his hair to put him back flush against you. He obliges, groaning as your grip gets tighter when he hits that one spot.

“Kou,” you whine, hips canting up slightly seeking more pressure, more contact, more of his talented tongue driving you to the edge of completion and over it.

“That’s it baby, let me hear that pretty voice saying my name.” His voice is low, words caught in his throat making them come out guttural and sex infused.

“Please, Kou, more.” You can do little else but gasp the request, crying out sharply as his lips seal over your clit and he sucks hard. Orgasmic pleasure rips through your body sending your limbs flailing but he holds you down, sucking longer than you think he has breath to do until you’re practically sobbing.

When he pulls away you look down, bright golden eyes meeting yours and a smug smile covered in your essence.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, wiping the evidence of your satisfaction away before crawling over you to lay delicate kisses across your face as you catch your breath.

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

As much as Bokuto loves giving compliments, he also loves receiving them. Tell him not only how good he makes you feel but what you love about him. He’ll get a huge boost of confidence when you say how safe you feel in his arms. Tell him how much you love his eyes and seeing all he feels for you. Compliment his strength.
Bokuto is vocal and he enjoys it when you are too, not only when he’s doing things to you but when you’re reciprocating. Moaning around his cock will have his head kicking hard back against the pillows (or chair or wall or lockers or wherever you decide to hit your knees for him).
Loves when you run your fingers through his hair, especially after it’s freshly washed and still slightly damp.
Grip his biceps, boy works hard on those and feeling you appreciate them makes him happy.
In the afterglow, trail your fingers lightly over his back if he’s face down or on his chest if he’s face up. He relishes in contact.
Let him spoon you as you fall asleep together.

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Aone – #15 Warming each other up

The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.

It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.

He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.

“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”

He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.

A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.

As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.

He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.

“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”

Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.

Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.

Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.

Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.

“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”

He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.

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Aone – #15 Warming each other up

The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.

It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.

He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.

“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”

He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.

A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.

As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.

He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.

“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”

Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.

Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.

Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.

Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.

“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”

He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.

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Who would Seijoh Fall For?

A/N: I wasn’t originally going to do the First and Second years but I did them anyway? Hopefully I pegged them right 🙂 enjoy!

Oikawa: He finds himself attracted to level-headed, down-to-Earth people who have a fun-loving side to them as well. He doesn’t really have a preference for introverts or extroverts, but it’d be best for whoever he dates to be accustomed to meeting other people and going to games or parties. Oikawa gets stressed easily because he overworks himself and bottles up this side of him/negative emotions in general in order to not distract from his cheery, popular side. Someone who’d be there for him at his worst and won’t judge him and also get him to vent would be great. They need to be sympathetic towards his issues, but strong-minded and won’t let him keep up with behaviors that hurt him or others around him. They also need to understand how important volleyball is to him and can work with his schedule. He’s a pretty affectionate guy too, so anyone receptive to that would be ideal.

Iwaizumi: He prefers people with personality traits similar to his (responsible, rational, mature) but are more animated and childlike (idealistic and inspiring, not immature and overly emotional) than he is. He would enjoy someone with an optimistic view on life and is loyal to the people they associate with. He also likes people who are strong-willed and take charge of situations instead of being a follower or pitying themself. A calm, caring spirit would suit him well, too.

Matsukawa: A chill person with a mischievous side is the perfect match for him. Mattsun just wants someone who’s low maintenance and can have deep conversations with, but can also pal around with him and crack dumb jokes with. He can also be a a tease, so he needs someone who won’t get offended at his comments easily.

Hanamaki: Similar to Matsukawa, Makki wants someone he can easily make jokes with and will tolerate his occasional teasing, however, he prefers more outgoing/louder people to calm people. He also likes people with loud or odd laughter, he really enjoys hearing it and it makes him crack up as well. Also he’s pretty keen on pranks, so someone good at them would be a huge plus in his book.

Kyoutani: Mad Dog-chan gravitates towards people quite unlike him. People who are helpful, kind, and sympathetic towards others catch his eye. His general awkwardness and “tsundere” personality requires whoever he falls for to be outspoken and understanding so they can catch on to the true feelings underlying his intimidating exterior and let him know how they feel.

Yahaba: Definitely more of an introvert man. He likes people who are more on the academic side but can appreciate his love for sports, and respects others. Straight-forward, mature people with a little fire to their personality really strike his fancy. Also someone willing to put him in his place and is unafraid to give others reality checks (without sounding patronizing) is fantastic to him.

Kindaichi: He is a fan of more reserved people who are direct and in control of themselves and their emotions. They must be independent and self-reliant, people who are overly needy or attempt to boss him around in a relationship will drive him away. He prefers those with knowledge of experience with volleyball or play other sports, but book smart people are not entirely unlikable in his eyes.

Another amazing assessment! These feel very true to these characters! Great job!!

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Who would Karasuno fall for?

A/N: Here is something I made on a whim lmao. I hope it can help you guys with how I do matchups, and it can help you do them as well. Also, these are just my HC and they are pretty broad. I’m sure any of these boys can make it work w/ anyone as long as there is love.

Lemme know if you want another one for a different school!

Daichi: Someone driven, ambitious, and/or focused. He likes people who are passionate and know what they’re about, but are humble and caring towards others. He doesn’t really mind whether they are outgoing or not, but overly shy people wouldn’t work out well with him (he’s just very social due to being a captain and his partner will most likely have to meet a lot of people through him) Also, someone with sass or spunk is a huge plus in his book.

Suga: Like Daichi, he is drawn towards people who have a sass to them but are caring. Suga tends to go for shyer, “bookwormish” people who have a more extroverted side to them when you get to know them. Suga tends to be a nurturer too, so anyone he can take care of (and will also take care of him in return) would be great.

Asahi: He can go two ways. Someone loud, proud, and basically the total opposite of him (yet is kind and can encourage him) is pretty much a perfect match for Asahi. They would keep him on his toes and prevent him from succumbing to his own anxiety at times. However, someone who seems meek and sweet but doesn’t take shit of any caliber would work just as fine.

Hinata: He really doesn’t need much from a partner? Just someone to engage in his hype for volleyball and just be supportive of him. However, he does need someone who is mature(ish) and can “keep him in check”. He’s more of a beneficial person to date, though. His enthusiasm and optimism is infectious.

Kageyama: Kags isn’t a very needy person and he’s focused on his sport. So someone who can support him and either plays or has knowledge about volleyball would be best for him. He can be awkward and cold at times, so someone who can take charge of conversations and PDA and make him see the brighter sides of things would be great too. He’d feel more comfortable around them and unafraid to share his true feelings instead of closing them off.

Tanaka: Tanaka has a innate attraction to shyer girls, like Suga. Although, that aspect doesn’t really matter. Anyone who’s willing to have a “best-friend” type of relationship with him and engage in his antics will do him well. Also, someone who isn’t easily intimidated and can see past his rough exterior would make him SO HAPPY. He also really likes stereotypically “cute” people (but who isn’t cute in Tanaka’s eyes lmao). He also wants someone he can care for/protect? He just wants to feel like a necessity in a relationship.

Nishinoya: Like Tanaka, Noya tends to fall for cute people and prefers a “best friend” type of relationship. He can also go two ways with a partner as well. Shyer people can benefit from him since he’s so loving and encouraging, and he’ll enjoy the quiet moments and conversation they give him. And they can easily be attracted to him since he can be pretty introspective and observant too. But on the other hand, Noya can do just as well with someone similar to him. Yeah he’d be pretty loud/outgoing with this person, but all around it’s an adorable, supportive relationship.

Tsukishima: Idk if this is an unpopular opinion or not, but I don’t see Tsukki falling for anyone very outgoing, unless they were more on the quiet side. Tsukishima would quickly find himself falling for someone with a strong mind (not necessarily smart? Just isn’t easily manipulated and has good common sense) and quick wit, who genuinely cares about whatever they do and is honest. Someone materialistic or superficial would instantly make him dislike the person. Also someone with thick skin who doesn’t mind some teasing coming their way from time to time would suit him.

Yamaguchi: This boy…I’m sure he could fall for pretty much anyone on the introvert/extrovert spectrum as long as they weren’t overly extroverted or overly introverted (like “i wanna stay in the house all day” type of introvert). Someone with a sweet disposition would attract him immediately and could be tender towards him. Like Tsukishima, superficial people would drive him away. He’s insecure about people liking him (since usually people want his friend’s number) so someone who would encourage him and give him validation would be great. Yamaguchi is a great inspiration as well, so someone dating him can expect to be encouraged by him too in their low moments.

I loved all of these and I think you nailed them perfectly!

Ask box open? So excited! Can you add Ukai to your ballroom/latin dance AU? I’m thinking Rachel will want to write it because he’s her husband? I wasn’t sure what to ask for in relation to the AU since I’m sure you have an idea of what you want to write (and I’m clueless when it comes to dance) but if you want more details I can try to come up with something?

imagine-that-haikyuu:

a little known fact is that 75% of the reason i started this blog was that somewhere along the way, someone would ask me for this ballroom/latin!au. when i brought may on and we started talking to get to know each other, i found out she also loves dancing with the stars as much as i do. we knew we had to write this au or else we’d only screech to each other about it with no other outlet

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– admin rachel lauren

Heather Morris’s rumba with Maks Chmerkovskiy is my inspiration for Ukai’s and your dancing so definitely check it out. It’s, like, pitch perfect, the chemistry is all there, I could go on. I’d like to think that good songs for a rumba with him are Amy Winehouse’s slow-downed BBC Live Lounge version of “Valerie” or “Crystallized” by Young the Giant

The two of you have been partnered up since you were kids, and it shows. There’s just something so effortless in your dancing and your partnership. It makes even the most serious of dance styles look like fun.

Needless to say, it took a lot of work (and a little falling in love) to make that happen. Your personalities clashed a lot in the beginning, but something clicked after a particularly bad day in competition and things took a turn for the better from there.

Since he buzzed his hair in his youth, he never had to slick back his hair for competition. The headband he wears all the time now to push his hair back is a sort of middle ground for that when he’s instructing.

The boys love it when Ukai calls you into help with classes. Partially because, hey, a pretty lady is coming to see them, but also because you can give their partners insight that they’re more receptive to since you’re in their position

Plus, the demos from you two are either really ~~hot~~ helpful or lead to some hilarious bickering after

Has a soft spot for the Viennese waltz and foxtrot, even though he’s a latin guy himself. You often joke about him liking those standard dances–as opposed to the tango–because of his delinquent-like appearance.

(This is where I direct you to another dance from Maks Chmerkovskiy, but this time it’s his Viennese waltz with Meryl Davis because I have not shut up to May for days already about this being the perfect VWaltz for Ukai and his partner. I get really emotional about it)

His favorite outside of the ten dance styles in competition is the Argentine tango. Dancing in close embrace with you is just so romantic for him.

So cool! Thanks for a new obsession!