I LOVE Bungo Stray Dogs! Just watched it this year! So how about a crossover ask? Head canons for Hinata, Yamaguchi and Yachi being in the armed detective agency. What are their abilities , how did they join, etc? Thank you!

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Yamaguchi Tadashi

I think it would be control over a lesser-used element, such as ink, glass, blood, dust, paper, etc. Something that doesn’t have a versatile amount of functions, but he’s practiced it so often that it’s great when he can use it.

I think he would join with Tsukishima, purely because Tsukishima joined. He wouldn’t want his close friend to be alone and he also likes the idea of using his powers for good.

Most of the time, he stays back in the agency and doesn’t go on missions. He’s more of a record-keeper/secretary, but he’s also good at getting information from targets purely because of how harmless he appears. He also does investigation work.

Hinata Shouyou

His ability would be enhanced physicality. At its base level, he’d be able to jump higher than the average person, and he would also have an incredible amount of speed. His ability is enhanced whenever he has allies around, giving him enhanced strength and stamina. The more allies at his side during combat, the strong he gets.

The drawback to this ability is that it’s hard to control his strength. He can misjudge his leaps or underestimate how much damage he’s going to do with a punch.

He’d likely be a frontline fighter, deployed whenever violence is expected to happen. He’s definitely not a detective or anything like that.

Yachi Hitoka

The ability to bring life into her drawings. She can use her drawings to help her get to higher places or create minions to fight for her/assist her allies.

However, she’s not that strong herself. So she’s usually more of a supporting role. She uses her abilities to make back up for her allies.

Purely a secretary, only deployed in combat when necessary. Hinata and Kageyama have taught her self-defense, and how to use the size of her enemies against them. However, she doesn’t really have the stomach for hardcore detective work.

OMG THESE ARE PERFECT! And now I want a HaikyuuxBSD crossover so bad it hurts! Thank you so much!

Guys, make sure you head over to drop as ask to these guys, this was amazing! Maybe even help me out by indulging in my need of more if this crossover!

“Please, don’t leave.” – pairing of your choice / something with Kuroo?

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I know I don’t do the ships much, but if you guys want KuroKen, BokuAka, or ships like that, I don’t mind. Just letting you guys know. But for this one, in case you’re not comfortable with that Anon-chan, I will do Kuroo with Yachi. I know, super rare, but some people have shipped it. Pictures! Fics, not sure. And since Yachi is pure love and a baby that must be protected (totally not because she was in the last request either) I believe Kuroo could fancy her just so much. Enjoy!

“K-Kuroo-san, we need to go, it’s already-”

“Stop calling me that, we’re not at training camp, Hitoka,” Kuroo murmured as he continued to pepper kisses along Yachi’s neck. Kuroo began to snicker as he felt Yachi flinch at the sound purring out of Kuroo’s mouth. “Just five more minutes.”

“N-No, Kuroo-san!” Yachi squealed, launching herself out of Kuroo’s arms and bed.

Yachi always had to use all of her will to defy Kuroo. He never believed her whenever she admitted it, since she could deny him plenty of times. But it was the truth. Yachi always got weak in the knees whenever Kuroo just looked at her. Whenever he said her name, all deity’s forbid he whisper it in her ear, there’s no telling what she would do for him. All he had to do was ask right after and she would oblige obediently.

“Hitoka, wait!” Kuroo called out just as he grabbed Yachi’s hand before she could escape. Her head slowly turned to Kuroo, a look of hesitation meeting him.

“Y-yes, Kuroo-san?” Yachi’s will was withering, she could feel it in her twitching smile.

Yachi watched as Kuroo sat up, that handsome crooked smile a few inches away from her faces. She could feel her knees buckling just from those golden brown eyes looking into hers. Thank goodness her knees were leaning against the edge of the bed.

“Please, don’t leave,” Kuroo beamed, his face moving in closer into hers. If Yachi’s heart could explode, now would be the time she would expect it too. Along with the other times Kuroo got to her. Kuroo moved passed her face, bringing his lips close to her ear. Yachi could feel Kuroo’s warm breath as he quietly breathed. “Hi-to-ka.”

An awkward squeal left Yachi’s mouth as she froze. Her heart exploded, she knew it was going to happen. Her body fell against Kuroo’s, her head leaning into the crook of his neck, her body fitting perfect against his broad shoulders and chest. Kuroo smiled, hearing Yachi hum from her lips, distressed.

“Okay… Tetsurou,” Yachi whispered quietly. Just as his name left her lips, Kuroo brought Yachi’s body into his arms and rolled her over his body, laying her on the other side of the bed into his arms, continuing to pepper kisses all over her again. Just this time with laughs and no attempt to go to the training camp that was supposed to happen in twenty minutes.

I love this pairing so much!!!

Head canons of the karasuno boys for make-out sessions? :0

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I meant to post this yesterday, considering I had it written out then, but I got distracted with other things. So, I’m sorry for that, Anon! But I hope this is what you were looking for!

Enjoy!

Sawamura Daichi: kisses like he has a point to make. Every tongue touch and lip bite definitely has something behind it. And he absolutely has to use his hands when he’s kissing; they’re in their hair, at their neck, or pulling their hips tighter against his. And it starts deep and intense, there’s no buildup, it’s already there.

Sugawara Koushi: omg, I’m sticking with my headcanons of this boy being a little shit and can totally see him purposely keeping it slow. Like, he knows they’re itching to deepen and heat things up, but he slows them down and draws everything out until they’re burning! They’ll absolutely feel him smiling as he hums against their mouth.

Azumane Asahi: his kisses totally start out sweet, just small pecks and giggles. But with each touch of their mouths it gets a little bit more and more heated. His hands remain at their hips which he massages his thumbs into and he definitely takes small breaks between intense kisses just to stare into their eyes. And you better bet Eskimo kisses are mixed in there as well.

Ennoshita Chikara: oh, I can totally see this boy being into sucking? Like, in the middle of having their tongue in his mouth, he just pulls away in the slightest to give it a gentle suck. Or their lip sucked in between his teeth! And he smiles each time he does it. They should return the gesture, because it absolutely pulls the greatest groan from him!

Tanaka Ryuunosuke: aw, I can see him asking for permission the very first time they decide to make out! And he’s so freaking sweet about everything! It starts with gentle kisses at the tip of their nose or the edge of their mouth and it doesn’t take too long before he’s absolutely losing himself in them. He completely melts against them too, he’d do anything for them!

Nishinoya Yuu: he’s a wanderer, for sure! Once things get really heated he just can’t help himself anymore, he needs more of them. His head dips and he’s kissing at their jaw, their neck, and sucking at their earlobe! All they need to do is tell him where they want to be kissed and he won’t hesitate to give it to them. And he totally gets this determined look on his face that slowly takes over; he’s always serious when it comes to them.

Hinata Shouyou: again, I’m picturing the first time he experiences a makeout and I just picture this bright ray of sunshine just so determined to do everything right. He starts out too stiff and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he feels like he’s putting them in the wrong place and everything! Just be patient and let the sweet thing figure it out and he’ll just make your night!

Kageyama Tobio: lol, I love thinking about this boy going in all confident in what he’s doing and they end up bumping foreheads or he knocks his teeth against their lip. It totally throws him off and he gets all red, but he slowly eases back into it. Starting out with soft kisses instead and quickly working his way into a more heated situation. And he’s a complete tongue guy, so get ready for that!

Yamaguchi Tadashi: this sweet boy is totally one hundred percent confident in his kissing. I don’t know where he learned it from, but he definitely knows how to do it all. He’s got the right amount of tongue, lips nibbling, and pace to get them melting against him. Which is just his favorite thing, because he loves to wrap his arms around them and just hold them as close to him as he can!

Tsukishima Kei: okay, so imagine this kid just acting as though it’s no big deal, right? And he starts the kiss by teasing them about how excited or worked up they are. But then, maybe not even halfway through, he’s the one that is completely losing himself. His breath hitches when they move their tongue that way or he shivers when they bite at his lower lip. This baby is putty in their hands!

Can this be NSFW? Noya, Iwazumi and Tendou realize thier s/o have a biting kink? And thier s/o is super embarassed about it.

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This is a GOOD ASK, nonny. I had fun with this one! Hope you enjoy 🙂

~Admin Alyx

Noya:

Noya pounded into you, soft grunts escaping him with each thrust. He was always a tiger in bed, but after a win he was downright primal, insatiable, and you loved it. He gripped your hand, pressing it into the sheets. His face contorted in pleasure, his mouth hanging open.

“Shit, ____. So good,” he moaned.

You could tell he was close as his rhythm began to stutter, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close. He dropped his head to your shoulder with a low groan.

“Fuck, babe. Not gonna last. Can’t–”

You rolled your hips in tandem with his, letting him sink deeper with each staccato thrust. He turned his face into your neck, sinking his teeth into your neck to keep himself quiet.

The sudden, sharp pain shocked a gasp from your lips, trailing into a high-pitched whimper; the sensation shooting through you combined with Noya’s brutal rhythm was enough to drive you over the edge, your legs clamping around his hips, back arching off the bed as you came so hard you saw stars.

It took only a few more rough thrusts before Noya found his release as well, biting down hard as he spilled himself into the condom.

It took several moments for both of you to catch your breath, but then Noya was lifting his head with a grin, tracing the bruise blossoming on your neck with a gentle touch.

“You liked that,” he said. “Kinky, ____.”

You spluttered, your cheeks flushing red as you remembered the sounds that had come from your mouth.

“I–I mean–” you stammered, scrambling for excuses but coming up empty. Noya silenced you with a kiss, hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

“Shh,” he said with a bright grin. “It’s hot. Don’t be embarrassed, ‘kay?”

You nodded, reassured by his words, even though your blush refused to recede.

Iwaizumi:

You smiled when you heard the keys in the door signalling that Iwaizumi was home. You called out a “Welcome home” once you heard the door open, but he was unusually quiet. You heard him trudge over, and then he slumped over the back of the sofa where you were sitting, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“Aww, babe,” you said, your hand reaching up to stroke through his hair. “Rough day?”

He let out a noncommittal grunt, nuzzling against your neck. His breath tickled against your skin as he let out a deep sigh. Then, with a low hum almost like a growl, the energy surrounding him changed, and he switched from soft nuzzles to open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

“Need you,” he said, his voice low and rough. The urge to lean into his touch and let him take what he needed was overwhelming, but–your computer still sat in your lap, a reminder of the amount of work you had to do.

“Hajime, I’m working,” you protested.

“Please,” he said, breath hot against your neck. He took your earlobe between his teeth, giving it a sharp tug.

You froze, your breath hitching in your chest. Iwaizumi picked up on your reaction like a dog on the scent. You could feel his grin against your neck as he nosed at the tender skin there, letting out a slow breath that made you shiver.

“What was that, _____?”

“Nothing,” you said, a touch too quickly.

“Clearly,” Iwaizumi said, sounding far too smug. You could still feel his breath hot on your skin as he hovered just above your neck. The anticipation was heady, waiting for what he’d do next.

The first slow drag of his teeth against your neck made you gasp.

“You want me to, don’t you?” Iwaizumi said. “You want me to leave bruises on that pretty skin. You want me to mark you.”

You couldn’t help it. You whimpered. Your face flamed red, and part of you wanted to hide in your hands, but you didn’t dare move.

“You wanna put that computer away now, _____?”

You nodded hastily, desire winning out over your embarrassment. Besides, you knew Iwaizumi would never hold it against you.

Tendou:

You loved Tendou. You really did.

But right now, you kind of hated him.

He was working his way up your legs at a glacial pace, as if determined to kiss every mole and freckle you had. He left kitten licks against the inside of your knee, nuzzled against that ticklish spot on your inner thigh, and generally laved attention everywhere except where you wanted it.

“Satori,” you groaned, and you could feel him grin in response against the inside of your thigh.

“What is it, ____?”

“You know exactly what it is, you fucking tease.”

“Rude, ____-kun. You should at least ask nicely!”

“C’mon, babe. Get on with it,” you said. He had you so worked up you were practically aching for it, and your patience was wearing thin.

“Tsk, tsk,” Tendou chided. “Didn’t say please!”

“Satori–”

“Bad children who don’t say please should be punished, don’t you think?” Tendou crooned, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Satori, I swear to god, if you don’t–”

You were cut off as he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of your inner thigh and bit down, hard.

The noise that escaped you barely sounded human, and it was in an octave you hadn’t even known you were capable of. Heat rushed to your face as the realization set in, and you hesitantly looked down to see Tendou’s reaction.

He was staring at you wide-eyed, something akin to glee spreading across his features. “Ohh?” he said with a grin. “What’s this?”

“Sacchan, please,” you whined, practically writhing against the sheets.

“Very interesting indeed,” Tendou said with a smirk, moving to your other thigh and dragging his lips across your skin. Your breath hitched at the first brush of teeth, and Tendou grinned. “What to do with this discovery?”

“Please, Satori,” you said, past caring that you were begging. “Gods, please.”

Tendou chuckled.

“Well, you did say please.”

These were great!

Stumbling Blocks (Iwaizumi/Reader – Commission)

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Without further delay, here’s the first of the commission requests I’ve received. They asked for a reader who played volleyball for Nekoma’s girls’ team up until a recent shoulder injury, and now serves as a manager for the boys’ team. At some away training camps, Iwaizumi takes quite a liking to her–and her to him–but have to find the best way to get close with some meddling teammates.

– Admin Rachel Lauren

Commissions | Ko-Fi

“Iwaizumi-san, right? Sorry to bother you, but do you think you could reach that for me?”

Iwaizumi flinches at the sound of your voice. He was hoping he’d be able to get in and out of this store without you noticing him. It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk to you–it’s the opposite, actually. Why wouldn’t he want to talk to a pretty girl as seemingly nice as you? If you’re any bit as kind outside the training camp as you are there, he’d be honored that you want to talk to him.

It’s that he has no idea what to say. That and the Nekoma players are weird about guys from other teams chatting you up.

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Adorable!! I think that’s exactly how Oikawa and Kuroo would be with each other! And Iwazumi is just too cute! Great first commission Rachel Lauren!

Can I request Asahi Azumane and Kuroo Tetsurou scenarios (separate) in which they get to know their s/o through the internet chat? After a loooong time they decided to meet and see how their relationship would develop irl. They didn’t send a single pic to each other so this first meeting… Can be interesting. (Bonus: S/o is vv shy and a little bit scared of touch but didn’t told them about it.)

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I used Recovery of an MMO Junkie as a huge influence on these. I loved writing them, though! They were super fun!! Enjoy
~Admin Emma

Asahi

Breaking his leg was by far the dumbest thing Asahi had ever done. He would regret getting that damn motorcycle until the day he died, especially where a mild crash with it resulted in him being totally hung up in bed for at least six weeks, possibly more. He spent a solid day and a half after getting out of the hospital pouting. He was bored, damn it, and he could only handle so much of Daichi and Suga’s company before they either had to leave or he was ready to bodily throw them out, broken bones be damned. If Suga made one more Evel Knievel reference, Asahi might have to forget he was a nice person.

After he pouted, he got to work on his homework and his studies. His time in the hospital put him a bit behind schedule, and this way he could get caught up and then some. Maybe even get ahead, or do some extra credit. It really seemed to work out perfectly; he was a slow studier, and his mild attention issues often got the better of him, so it could be a great way to kill a lot of time.

Except that he lasted about four days before his brain felt fried and he just couldn’t take it anymore.

After getting caught up on his reading, watching as many trashy dramas on Netflix that he could handle (it wasn’t many), checking out that anime Suga’s… person kept recommending (he made it to episode three), and killing a few pages in his sketchbook, he hadn’t managed to make time go any faster. He was still hung up in bed. He could get up to go to the bathroom and that was about it. He was ready to climb the walls, or maybe just crawl out of his own skin.

About two weeks into his sentence, Daichi recommended an MMO he’d been playing with his girlfriend. It had really appealing character designs and a high skill floor, so it seemed the perfect solution. He made his character as pretty and bishonen-esque as he could just for shits and giggles… the farthest thing from himself that he could. He named his character Vaughn because he’d watched most of Vision of Escaflowne while he’d waited for the game to install and he was obsessed. He took up the starting quest and started exploring.

Within an hour, he had a chat notification pop up.

Nina: Hi there! Are you trying the Devil Dungeon Event?

Asahi was skeptical at first, because he didn’t see which avatar had pinged him, but then he saw someone doing some sort of pre-animated wave emote. He waved back before responding.

Vaughn: Yeah, I was thinking about it. Still have to grind, though.

Nina: Actually, our tank sort of bailed on us. My group could run you to 20 really fast and then we could do it together.

Asahi was still skeptical–he’d heard about scams like these–but he really did want to try the event, and on his own it would definitely end before he could even attempt it. He figured he’d just bail as soon as they started asking for personal information or money or something.

Needless to say, things went a lot quicker with three higher-level characters helping him out and outfitting him. He was invited into their group chat and he learned they were especially funny, but Nina-san was very nice. She seemed to just keep the group together, seeing as the two DPS players were ridiculous humans. They played and grinded through levels and chatted until Asahi looked up and he’d been playing for eight hours. They’d done the dungeon twice and walked away with several loot boxes he couldn’t wait to open.

Nina: Goodness, I didn’t realize it was so late. Thanks for helping us out, Vaughn-san.

Vaughn: Don’t mention it. It was fun.

Nina: Would you like to game with us again sometime? You’re really good. Is this your first character?

Vaughn: In this game, yeah.

Nina: That’s surprising! But the guild is taking part in a raid tomorrow night after we all get off work and school and stuff. What time’s good for you?

Asahi scowled, though not at Nina. He’d just started to forget that he was literally stuck in bed.

Vaughn: Aahh… I’m sort of free whenever. I can’t get out of bed for another month or so.

Nina: OMG are you sick!?

Vaughn: Broken leg. Crashed my motorcycle.

There was such a long pause–so long, Asahi was afraid Nina had disconnected–but she came back eventually.

Nina: That’s so cool! Well, the motorcycle thing… not the broken leg thing.

Vaughn: I appreciate that.

Nina: Anyway, we’re hoping to get started no later than 7:00 or so, so DM me whenever you log on, kay?

With that, she was gone. Asahi should have been tired, given how late it was, but he was strangely exhilarated. Despite the fact he’d just spoken to her in snippets about the game and they’d each given perfunctory details about their lives, he felt connected to Nina in a way. Maybe it was the barrier of the screen… that he could talk to her. He’d never been able to talk to girls like this in real life.

Assuming Nina is a girl. She could be anyone. She could be Daichi for all you know!

Asahi shook his head to banish his intrusive (if sensible) thoughts. He snapped his laptop closed, not bothering to shut it down. He couldn’t get to sleep–he was too giddy–and he had trouble pinning down why.

Over the course of the next few weeks–between doctor’s’ appointments, PT and slowly-but-surely returning to classes and eventually, practices–he kept logging on every day to play at least a quest or two with his guild, but mostly to talk to Nina. She (and he was convinced she was a she) seemed to like talking to him. Sometimes, after the entire guild logged out and it was late and they didn’t have any more quests to do, they’d just go to a private area and talk about nothing. He learned all about her, and she learned all about him. She was ecstatic when she found out they lived close enough to each other.

After a long time, he finally figured out why it was so hard to say goodnight every night; he was in love. It wasn’t long after he made this realization that Nina and him had… the conversation.

Nina: So, you’ve been logging on a lot less lately. I take it your doctors are letting you back out there?

Vaughn: Yeah, I’m mostly free. Doctor Nishimi isn’t thrilled that I’m back at practice, but I don’t have much of a choice. I’m on scholarship and my leave of absence has already been extended.

Nina: You can’t overdo it! If you hurt yourself even worse, you won’t be able to play at all!

Vaughn: Don’t worry, one of my teammates had a friend with a bad knee back in high school. He’s making sure I take it easy.

Nina: Look, I know we’re both busy and all, but… Vaughn I think I might… could we meet sometime? Soon?

Asahi froze. Hadn’t he wanted this to happen? Wasn’t this end game? Or… well, would it be weird? There was a distinct possibility–the only thing he knew for sure about Nina was her love of this game (and any loot box that guaranteed something extra pink and extra adorable). But that wasn’t it… and he knew it.

He knew that if he met her, she’d have to see him. In all his 188 cm glory, with his fucking man-bun (which he still hadn’t gotten rid of, for some reason) and goatee and too-wide shoulders and his scary face… and she’d reject him. And he didn’t want Nina–his Nina–to reject him. Not when it was so good.

Despite all his fears and trepidations, though, he did want to meet her. He wanted to see Nina for real. And go on a date and buy her coffee and call her by her real name. So he agreed to meet on their next day off.

Which was the next day.

~~~

He was looking for a pink cardigan, which sounded just… too cute. He shouldn’t have been surprised, given Nina’s enthusiasm for all things cute and pink in the game. He swallowed hard, debating if he should get decaf today so as to not act completely spastic when he finally met her. He tugged on his wine-colored sweater, trying to not put too much pressure on his left leg, and waited. He didn’t want to be too overt scanning the crowd, in case Nina was there and thought he was a molester or something. Then he’d go to jail and Nina would think he stood her up, which just… wouldn’t be good.

“Um.. excuse me.”

Your small voice at his elbow nearly made him jump, but it was worth the fright, because you were wearing a pink cardigan. His eyes widened at the bright smile. You were so cute!

“N-nina?”

You grinned even wider, a precious pink blush across the tops of your cheeks; “Actually, my name is ____. You must be Vaughn, then.”

“Asahi,” he corrected. “Azumane Asahi.”

“Well, then, Azumane Asahi, should we get a table? This place has amazing crepes, and their coffee is actually really good given the price.”

He smiled, a bubble of pressure releasing from his chest. He followed you to a shaded table under the kitschy awning, ready to get to know you for real.

Kuroo

Kuroo had a dilemma. A quandary, if you would. A predicament. It was the shittiest predicament ever, and he was pretty sure that if he brought up his predicament to Yaku he’d get his balls ripped off for being “ungrateful” but it really wasn’t that simple. See, his dilemma was just this; he liked two people.

Now, to people who’ve never gone through such a trial, it wouldn’t be so bad. Liking two people and all. And some people could take advantage of the fact, especially given how young he was and how prevalent casual dating was. But people weren’t Kuroo. People weren’t the serial monogamist who looked like some sort of casual-sex God (apparently… Kuroo still found that high school reputation highly unsettling) but was in reality a giant cuddle spoon full of shmoop and love.

The other problem was he didn’t exactly know the other person he knew. He gamed with them from time to time, when he got a free hour or so, but they communicated mostly via Skype’s chat function. He’d never even seen their picture. He didn’t even know their real name. But they were an awesome person–they put up with his sense of humor, they could keep up with him, they didn’t seem to mind listening to him pour his anxieties all over them at 2:30 in the morning when school was hard and grad school applications were piling up and what the fuck even is a statement of purpose? And they just… listened. And it felt so nice to just be heard.

And then… well, and then there was you. He didn’t have quite as intimate of a relationship with you as he did with his online friend, but he still liked you. You and him had similar classes, similar taste in music and movies, even similar senses of humor. There were times when he’d tell his online friend a joke only for you to nearly parrot it at him the very next time you saw each other. Most of all, though, you were sweet and caring and beautiful… and for that matter real. Like, he knew you were real. And that was the problem.

His online friend had never seen him, so they got to know him separately of his reputation and his appearance. He could really be himself, whereas sometimes with others–even you–he always felt like he was putting up a front. It wasn’t any fault of yours, it was just an old habit that was hard to break. It was hard showing everything to someone and having them reject it… he knew from experience.

He didn’t know what to do about any of this, but he knew that if it was keeping him up at night he should probably solve it soon. The problem was that there were three people he typically went to when it came to this sort of thing, except Bokuto was at this hyper-intense training camp with the rest of the National team hopefuls, Kenma was caught between research for his undergrad thesis and applications to grad school, and, well… the other person was Nao-chan…

He huffed under his breath, opening his laptop and tapping it impatiently to get it to load faster. He pulled up Skype; Nao-chan’s icon had the little yellow bubble next to their name that showed they were away. Kuroo decided to message them anyway and hope they’d get back to him when they got back.

Kuro-kun: I have a conundrum. Can you talk?

Kuroo smirked at his own name. It was his handle in the game he played with Nao-chan. It wasn’t exactly creative, but too much of his mental energy went to school and maintaining his volleyball scholarship to come up with fancy names for his MMO characters. He went to get his bag to maybe work on some studies, thinking that Nao-chan probably wouldn’t be at their computer for a long time.

Instead, the little indicator lit up with a new message.

Nao-chan: Sure thing, Kuro-kun. The doctor is in. Tell me about your mother.

Kuroo laughed; Nao-chan could always get him to laugh. They were a lot like you that way.

Kuro-kun: Very funny, Doctor. It’s stupid, but… well, it’s kind of serious.

Nao-chan: Are you dying?

Kuro-kun: Not any more than most people. No, it’s more of a moral quandary.

Nao-chan: Oya oya? Now this I have to hear.

Kuro-kun: I know it’s weird hearing this from me, but could you be serious for a second?

Nao-chan: Sorry, sorry. Bad habit. Seriously, Kuro-kun, you know you can tell me anything. Talk to me ❤

The little heart emoji made this so much harder, but he didn’t want to tell Nao-chan that.

Kuro-kun: See, it’s like this. There’s this girl in like… half my classes. And she’s smart and pretty and she’s really nice. She likes the same music and books and stuff as me, and we have a lot in common and she likes my friends…

Nao-chan: She sounds perfect

Kuro-kun: That’s sort of the problem. I mean, it would be easy to just… pretend that she was the only one. But the problem is I like someone else.

Nao-chan: More than her?

Kuro-kun: Not more or less… just different. See, I can be honest with this person. I’ve told them things I don’t tell anyone. I’ve let them see a side of me I don’t let anyone else see. But I’ve never even seen their face. Maybe if I knew what they looked like… if we talked face to face, it would be easier. Then this other person would be confirmed real and… I sound like a raving lunatic, don’t I?

Nao-chan: Kuro-kun…

Kuro-kun: It’s you, Nao-chan. I like you. I like you a lot. I don’t.. I don’t want this to end. I want to get to know you better and see you and… all that other gross coupley stuff that couples do. Like get coffee and talk about our day without euphemisms. I want to see your smile and hear your laugh and I want to talk to a person when I talk instead of just typing it out. I totally understand if you’re not comfortable. Those are just my feelings.

There was a long pause. A heartbreakingly long pause. Nao-chan went horrifically silent. It was long enough that Kuroo sat and questioned every decision in his life that had lead this moment. He paced around his apartment twice, fed his cat, got a snack, boiled water for tea, and had a very minor panic attack in the time it took for them to respond.

Their response wasn’t something he could have ever anticipated.

Nao-chan: Do you have your webcam set up? If so, don’t respond. Just… start a video call with me.

Kuroo didn’t question it. He immediately hit the little video button, not caring that his laptop was probably in a place where he looked like shit on camera, and his apartment was a mess, and he was pretty sure he was wearing Bokuto’s Spyair sweatshirt, which sent so many wrong messages…

Then, his screen filled with a face. Your face. Your… your perfect, beautiful smiling face. You looked just as surprised as he was, but that gorgeous look of shock and awe was something he wanted to see over and over and over again.

“Hey there, Kuro-kun,” you said, somehow sounding so much better now that he knew who you were. “Nice name, by the way. Did you spend a whole ten seconds thinking about it?”

He couldn’t even defend himself from your teasing. He was too busy trying to not embarrass himself by breaking down into the most ridiculous tears any grown ass man had ever produced. He didn’t have to choose… he could have it all.

When did he get so lucky?

Absolutely amazing!!!! First, I LOVE, like really, really love MMO Junkie so you hooked me there right away (that and your writing is kick ass). Two, both of these are so perfect and made me smile so big! I love these dorks and can totally picture them doing all of this.

Also it’s so fun for college AU scenes of the third years.

So good Emma!

Can I ask for a scenario with Bokuto ? Where where he’s in college and living with a roommate, and she’s p cute but chubby. After a stressful day he comes home and feels oddly and asks her to go to the grocery store to buy snacks. Afterwards they watch horror movies together and cuddle, and they kinda end up kissing ? I’m sorry I can’t get enough of College AU Bo, there’s just not enough out there ;-; and fluff is always nice 😽 Thank you!!!

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

Awww I love this idea! SO cute! Hmmmmm~ I wonder which of the Chubby Anon this is~ Thanks for requesting!!! – Admin Satori ❤

Bokuto Koutarou:

You were in the middle of your homework when your roommate barged into the apartment, and jumped about 5 feet in the air when you heard him slam the door closed.

“Kou-?” You didn’t have the chance to finish asking him what was going on before he was stomping his way into the living room and tossing himself onto the couch, hiding his face in his arms under his head. What had happened that made him completely ignore your call? Granted, the two of you had only been roommates for a semester, but you’d known the vibrant ace in high school. You’d been someone he’d go to with things he couldn’t make sense of.

But lately… he’d been avoiding you completely. As if you were a disgusting disease. And it hurt. It broke your heart that he was pulling away from you. Your little piece of heaven slipping through your fingers no matter how hard you held on.

You stood from the dining room table, closing your books before making your way into the living room. “Koutarou?” Your voice was soft, and Bokuto couldn’t explain away the way your presence, your voice saying his name, made his heart flutter in his chest. But he refused to answer you. Not you. Not with how confused he was over everything going on. Reaching down, you placed your hand on his broad shoulder, your fingertips trailing the span of muscle from his spine to his where his shoulder curved into his tricep. His insides clenched excitedly from your gentle touch – and he hushed the feeling away. “What’s wrong, Kou? Bad day?”

What was he accomplishing? By ignoring you…. Absolutely nothing. So he let out a huge sigh, his shoulders relaxing from their tensed up position, but now straining his triceps with the odd angle. “Yeah…. Bad day.” You smiled sadly, watching him brush off your touch on his shoulder so he could sit up properly. He crossed his arms over his chest, a forlorn look on his face, a cute pout on his lips.

Taking a seat next to him, you leaned closer, bumping your shoulder with his arm playfully, “You wanna talk about it?” He had your full attention, he always had. How could he not? You were smitten from day one. The only thing stopping you from asking him…. Was your self-conscious…. The evil little voice inside your head asking ‘why would someone as amazing like him like someone like you?’ And you knew it was wrong. You knew you were an amazing person – not a mean bone in your body – loving all your fiends and family for who they were…. So why were you always hesitating on that question, on that confession, whenever he was near?

Bokuto turned his head so he was staring down at you, butterflies tickling your insides at the way his golden eyes seemed to trap you in their gaze, his eyebrows furrowed in though, and you wondered what it was he was so focused on. Was it you? Or the bad day he’d had? He was silent for a long time, staring down at you with the most concentrated look you’d ever seen on his face – even more intense than his expression during the most tense of tournaments.

Inside, Bokuto was trying to figure out what it was he was doing. What he was feeling. What was this feeling? This aching in his heart, this pain whenever he was out of the apartment, the longing he felt in his very soul whenever he’d catch you snoozing on the couch or hunched over your assignments. He’d never felt something like this before. Ever. All his life, he’d focus on volleyball, getting stronger and faster, making as many friends and connections as he could – because life was short, too short to focus on the bad things for too long. But he did focus on the bad things – because that’s how he was wired. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking that way….

But whenever you were around…. It’s almost as if all those bad things disappeared. Dulled until the moment you were gone, then rearing their ugly heads to remind him what he’d been down about before you came along. Before you brought your light into the shadows of his mind. “Nah… I’ll be okay… Just a little stressed out.”

The smile that lit your face made his heart skip a beat, and he wondered if that was normal for a friend to experience. Were you feeling the same thing? He’d have to ask you later…. When he figured it out himself. “Aren’t we all, Kou? It’s college, not coloring class.” Bokuto snorted at your lame attempt to tease him.

“Wanna go to the store with me? Load up on junk food?”

“And then have a movie marathon? Before finals?” Your eyes sparkled excitedly, your smile blinding him and making him feel… He didn’t know what he was feeling – but it sure was making his heart go crazy. “Oh, Koutarou… You’re a boy after my own heart~!” Then you were up and getting your shoes on, “Come on! We gotta get a move on if we’re going to get the best stuff!”

A rush of excitement shot down Bokuto’s spine, pushing him off the couch and follow after your example, pulling on the shoes he’d just taken off. ‘After my own heart’, your voice rang in his head, sending chills across his skin and filling his head with images of the two of you. He couldn’t make sense of the imaginings themselves, but a warmth made itself known in his chest, spreading throughout his entire body, from the tips of his hair to his toes. You did that. Your words. “Well then let’s goooooo!”

Junk food all around you, wrappers littering the living room floor, the TV showing the climax of Pacific Rim. Your eyes were focused on the TV ahead of you, watching the action scene, the fighting, the detail of the monsters, of the scenes; Resting your head on Bokuto’s shoulder and enjoying the warmth his body emitted, reveling in the way his right arm had wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you to rest against his chest. Bokuto had been watching the movie just as intensely – up until the main characters had connected over one of their pasts. Then he’d turned his eyes to you, staring down at you intensely, feeling as if he were about to burst. Why? Why did he feel like this? He’d never thought of it before, but maybe he’d felt like that for a long time now – and it was coming to its own climax much like the movie you were giving your attention to.

But he wanted your attention on him. He wanted you talking to him. Cheering for him. Hugging him… Being there for him… Whenever he needed it.

And you had. You’d been there for him. Ever since high school. You’d been right there for him to talk to – to sort things out with – to make sense of the feeling he couldn’t understand. Bokuto blinked as he inhaled slowly, his eyebrows still furrowed as his left hand reached up from his lap and took hold of your chin.

“Kouta-“ You didn’t have the chance to finish your quiet whining, his hand turning your head to face him directly before his lips were pressed against yours. The desire to watch the rest of the movie was thrown from your mind at the pressing of his lips, feeling the slightly chapped texture, the warmth that spread throughout your body. You could be happy, you decided. With him. With Bokuto.

Bokuto continued to kiss you softly, finally finding the answers he’d been searching for. You. You were the answer. How had he been so dumb to not see it before? When you kissed him back, a smile curled his lips against yours, his arm around your shoulder pulling you so much closer. Your hand traveled up and cupped his face, feeling as if your heart were about to burst from how fast it was beating; ‘Please…. Let this be real.’ You couldn’t help but think as he broke the kiss, staring up at him with wide eyes, his own golden eyes having an unrecognizable emotion swimming in them – ‘Please.’

hahahahahaha how about some fluff/angst >:)

I loved this! The inner turmoil, the doubt, the realization and in a very Bokuto way, the action.

angsty scenario with oikawa and his fem s/o with the prompt “I could have spent all this time practicing instead of wasting it by being with you.” ending with fluff ? or like a happy ending

dothewrite:

I’m not sure if this turned out a happy ending or not, but I tried to make it as close to a hopeful sort of ending as I could. Sorry for the wait, and I hope you like it.

How was one
supposed to feel, after hearing something like that?

Nobody had
ever prepared you for this; not a single script in a thousand novels that
drifted through time or slices of everyday lives in a tiny apartment could pull
out the excruciating sense of deflation in places where it shouldn’t be deflating
at all. Your parents, no matter how unhappy, had never bothered to share with
you the details of ‘commitment’. ‘Romance’ isn’t a syllabus they provide at
school. Vicarious learning can only be poor imitation when poets write of wilted
roses, lost sunsets and the chill winter breeze.

There’s a
meter-long needle, thin as wire, its tip worthy of Achilles, that nudges
through the small puncture through your chest. Each breath nudges it out of place,
and re-lodges itself somewhere deeper.

Oikawa’s
face is stoic, the firm lines across his brows forced together in an expression
unfamiliar with pity and second chances.

It still
takes you too long to ask the right question; his fighting face directed point
blank at your eyes, and your chest begins to writhe, incapable of inuring itself
to a suffering unknown.

You ask a
stupid question. You know it’s stupid from how Oikawa’s mouth twists, a
nonverbal spit at your feet.

“How am I
supposed to feel when you say that?”

You regret it before you even ask it, but
you think you’d regret it more if you wrote it down instead and burned it
later.

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Whoa…just…whoa. So, so good!

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can i please ask for oikawa trying to win back his ex? angst. i need me some angst.

hq-cuties-pls:

Holy crap this ask inspired me so much!! I don’t normally write a lot of Oikawa (I leave that to Admin Alyx) but he just spoke to me this time. Please enjoy!
~Admin Emma

Oikawa fussed with his sweater and jeans, smoothing them over his chest and adjusting them until they laid just right. He picked at imaginary lint and pills, played with his hair until he was satisfied, and shifted from one foot to the other. He was nervous. He didn’t want to screw up again. He knew in his heart that if his sweater was a little wrinkled or a hair was slightly out of place, it wouldn’t matter, but at the moment it was something he could control. He needed that control right now.

He was lucky you’d even agreed to meet him. Your break up was… messy was putting it lightly. He’d considered flowers, or sweets from that bakery you liked, or expensive gifts he couldn’t really afford in the off season… but he knew you. You’d see right through that. You always did see right through him. It’s what made you so understanding about his love of volleyball, about his fan club that he honestly couldn’t really control. It’s what made you trust him even if he was mildly flirtatious with other girls, even if you did get adorable and pouty afterwards (he always liked that), and it’s what made everything about you set him at ease. It’s what made you perfect for him.

But he fucked it up. His stupid anxiety and his stupid brain drove you away. You hated him now. But maybe… just maybe… he could fix it.

He finally stopped pacing and stepped into the bar where you’d agreed to meet. Honestly, he was so braced to not see you–to have been stood up–that it was a genuine shock to see you. You were dressed simply–the dark blue cardigan he loved, the jeans that hugged your curves… to anyone else, it was a cute, casual outfit, but to him… were you sending a message? And if so, what did it say?

He shook himself, plastering on that fake smile of his that he always wore. He knew you’d see right through it, but it made him feel more confident than he was. He tapped you on the shoulder, and thrilled a bit when your chilled expression softened when you saw him.

“____-chan,” he began.

You held up a hand to interrupt him; “Don’t call me that, Oikawa.”

He rubbed at a spot in the middle of his chest; after two years of teasing ‘Oikawa-kun’s and sultry ‘Tooru’s and loving and affectionate purrs of ‘darling’ and ‘my love,’ his surname stung.

“Apologies, ____.”

The bartender chose that moment to come over to take his drink order. He just ordered one of what you were having without looking at it. The bartender shrugged, pouring a glass of dark red wine that was sure to be very oaky and floral and earthy and dry and whatever other things red wine tended to be. Oikawa made a face–he wasn’t a fan of reds. But he was committed now. Besides, he wasn’t here to drink.

“Can we talk?” Oikawa asked with a pointed look at the bartender.

“We’re here, so talk,” you said in a clipped voice

“Please, ____. Please can we just…” He trailed off helplessly.

You sighed, taking your wine glass and standing from the stool; “Fine. Let me settle up and we’ll get a table.”

Oikawa stepped over you, sliding a fold of bills that was probably more than enough to cover the 1600 yen worth of wine plus a too-generous tip across the bar. He didn’t care. He just… he needed to talk to you. Now.

“Oikawa, that’s not necessary. I can pay for my own drinks.”

“I know,” he said. “And I know why you don’t want me to pay, ____, but don’t see it as a grand gesture or a piece of control or anything like that, alright? You agreed to meet me when you clearly didn’t want to. Let me at least buy you a drink.”

You shrugged, leading him to a secluded table. It wasn’t so secluded that exits were blocked off, but you were well out of earshot of the bartender and the other dozen or so patrons milling around. You waved off the waitress with a polite smile before folding your hands and fixing him with a withering stare.

“Alright, Oikawa. Talk. What do you have to say?”

He took a breath to make his case; he had a big, dramatic speech prepared about how sorry he was, how perfect you were together, how much he’d changed and seen the error of his ways and if you would just give him another chance… but it all felt so fake. He took a deep breath again, collecting himself. He couldn’t control the catch in his throat, or the way his expression crumpled into something ugly and miserable.

“I miss you,” he said, folding in on himself.

“Oikawa…” You shook your head, exasperated. “Tooru. You know why we broke up.”

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled, more mad at himself than anything else. At least you’d called him by name… that was something, at least. “I know.”

“I told you there was nothing between Iwaizumi-san and I,” you continued. “I told you that you had no reason to be jealous. Iwaizumi-san told you that you had no reason to be jealous.”

“I know!” His hands balled into fists of frustration. “I know that.”

It had been stupid. Of course you and Iwa-chan spent time together. You’d been very quick to befriend his very best friend, which was another thing that had made you perfect. You’d both had an easy relationship with the each other. You’d cooked for Iwa-chan. You’d run errands with Iwa-chan. You’d had inside jokes with Iwa-chan.

And that was it, wasn’t it? It wasn’t that you got along with Iwa-chan–that was pretty much expected if you were to be in Oikawa’s life–but the fact that you got along so well. Oikawa would never admit it, but he’d felt inferior to Iwaizumi since middle school. Iwa-chan may have never had a fan club, or been overly popular with the ladies, but he’d never been dumped just for being himself around someone who was supposed to love him. He’d never felt the need to hide who he was. He’d had three steady relationships since Oikawa had known him, and if Oikawa knew Iwaizumi, he knew the only reason they hadn’t stuck was because Iwaizumi was too kind to keep a high school girl on the hook when he was going to college in Kyoto.

It was only a matter of time, right? It was only a matter of time before you’d realize that Iwaizumi was so much better than him for you–for anyone–and then he’d have to face the hell of losing you by degrees. He would lose you, because he wasn’t good enough for you. You were perfect, and he was this awful, ugly monster filled with rage and anxiety and hatred and–

“Tooru,” you said softly, running your fingertips along the back of his hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you still love me?”

You sighed deeply, which was never a good sign. He took a sip of his wine just for something to do with his hands… and pulled a face. Yeah, he definitely hated red wine.

Then you answered in a way he couldn’t have anticipated; “Of course I love you, you big idiot.”

“What?” He nearly dropped his glass, which would have been bad for a lot of reasons.

“Tooru, I will always love you,” you said emphatically. “I mean, sure, you’re kind of childish and petty and hyper competitive… you hide way too much of yourself behind this gaudy exterior that you’ve oh-so-carefully constructed and boy howdy do you have some serious demons that a professional should probably try and unpack–”

“Wow, what do you say about guys you hate?”

“But you’re also sweet. And passionate and caring and beautiful. You’re generous, and for people you love you are unfailingly kind. Who couldn’t love you?”

“Then… why can’t we make this work?” Oikawa asked. “Because I love you, too!”

“Tooru, you know why! I told you there was nothing between me and Iwaizumi-san, and you didn’t believe us. And you tried to control me, and when I wouldn’t put up with it you pushed me away. I couldn’t bare the hell of losing you by degrees, so I took mercy on myself and ended it,” you said quickly, like you were trying to get it out before he could interrupt. “I told you all of this when we broke up!”

“But–”

“No, Tooru,” you interjected, lowering your voice like you were aware that it had been steadily rising. “I love you, and I’ll always love you, but I am not your goddamn possession. I don’t want to deal with your grand gestures and your speeches. I’m not looking for shoujo manga, here. I thought we had something real.”

“I know,” he said, burying his face in his hair. “I know! You’re… you’re the first person I could ever see it being real with! You’re the first woman I could have seen being forever. And I broke it. I saw you and Iwa-chan and I wanted to possess you both so completely, I lost you both.”

“You’ll make up with Iwaizumi-san someday. Just give it time.”

“Look, I had a plan,” he continued like you hadn’t spoken. “I thought I could waltz in here and lavish you with praise and platitudes and apologies and you would take me back with open arms. I’m not trying to be self-deprecating or manipulative when I sincerely say I’m sorry for the way I acted. I was an idiot, and you deserved better!”

“Tooru–”

“No, please, let me finish,” he pleaded. “____, I love you. I love you so much, and every day without you is just this agonizing reminder that I need you. I wouldn’t blame you if you threw your wine in my face and told me to fuck off and get the hell out of your life forever, but… I miss you. And I want to try again, if you’ll let me. So please… please, ____. Please give me another chance.”

“How do I know it’ll be different?” you asked quietly. “That… that can’t happen again, Tooru.”

He took a deep breathe, averting his eyes; “I know. I was… I was terrible to you. I wish it was as easy as me just… blaming my anxiety and calling it a day. But that’s not fair to you. I’ll always be possessive of you, because you’re so important to me, but… but I understand I have to let you be your own person. I can’t prove that I’ll be magically better… but I can try. I can be better.”

It was the longest, most deafening silence he’d ever experienced. He hated it. He stiffened in his seat, waiting for you to slap him, or tell him to get lost. Instead, you sighed deeply, and he heard the scrape of your chair against the floor. You were leaving… of course you were leaving. Why wouldn’t you leave.

“Tooru,” you said softly, your hand brushing against his neck. You pressed your knuckle into the soft spot just below his ear, sending a delicate shiver down his spine.

He turned his widened eyes on you, and your sly smile sprung him into action. He followed you onto the street to hail a taxi, and while you waited, he pressed into your back. He took a deep breath, taking in your scent. He knew the look in your eyes when you’d passed him. He knew it meant you hadn’t forgiven him yet… but you were inviting him home. It wasn’t a large opening, but it was an opening nonetheless.

This was enough. It had to be enough.

So good Emma!