Could I please request, Kuroo trying to get close to his crush who is considered to be an Ice Queen but instead just has really bad social anxiety and is very shy.

Kuroo knew there was more to her than meets the eyes. No one was one dimensional, no matter how hard they tried to give that impression; even himself from time to time.

But every time he tried to talk to her, she shut him down or avoided him all together.

“I don’t know why you’re trying so hard,” Kenma said, eyes focused on his PSP.

“Haven’t you ever heard of the thrill of the chase?” Kuroo replied.

Kenma glanced up briefly. “If you’re just playing with her-”

Kuroo put up his hands. “I’m not, I’m not. I just… find her intriguing. I can’t really explain it but I really do like her and want to get to know her better.” He sighed, dropping his hands. “If she’ll ever let me.”

“So what’ll it take to get you to agree to coffee?”

You looked up with a start, pen almost dropping out of your fingers. You fixed your face into your usual scowl. “Leave me alone, nerd.”

Kuroo snorted. “Wow, original. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, how about answering my question?”

You got up, intent on walking away but he blocked your path. You looked up into half fringe covered eyes, startled at the seriousness you found. “Why would you want to go out with someone like me?”

Kuroo put his hands in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders. “You’re… different and intriguing and… pretty,” his cheeks colored slightly at this last, eyes casting to the ground. “What do you have to lose?” he added.

Your eyes searched his face for deception, for teasing, for anything to indicate an ulterior motive; and found none.

Finally, you smiled, faintly but true. “Ok, Kuroo-san, I’ll have coffee with you.”

hq-cuties-pls:

Short Aone/reader fic done for a commission. This was a joy to write! Our gentle giant needs more love.

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~Admin Alyx

You collapsed onto your brand new sofa, heaving a sigh of relief. You could feel the soreness setting into your muscles already, and your t-shirt clung to your sweat-damp skin, but the satisfaction of a job well done outweighed any physical discomfort.

You were finally moved into your new place. Yours. It was a small one-bedroom, no frills and honestly pretty cramped, but… it was your place. The knobs for hot and cold water in the tub were reversed, and the kitchen cabinets were painted an odd green that looked a little dated, but in your mind these quirks just added to the charm of the place.

You looked up at Aone, who was just standing a little uncertainly next to the sofa.

“Takkun?” you said with a laugh. “You gonna sit down or what?”

He had done most of the heavy lifting, so you knew he had to be tired, too, even as strong as he was. He sank carefully onto the sofa beside you, leaving a short distance between you that you quickly closed, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I’m sweaty,” he argued, but you snuggled against him anyway.

“Like I’m not!” you said. He apparently relented, because he relaxed against you, finding your hand and winding your fingers through his own. It had surprised you, when the two of you first started dating, how tactile he was. In retrospect, it made sense. Though he’d opened up to you, he still was a man of very few words. He expressed his feelings through actions, and when he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, you understood him perfectly.

“Thank you so much for your help today,” you said. “I have no idea how I would have managed without you.”

He gave a soft hum in response, brushing his thumb against the back of your hand.

You stuck your hand into your pocket, nervously tracing the outline of the key you’d slipped in there. You’d been rehearsing this in your head all day, but even so you couldn’t help the surge of nerves that overtook you now.

“So, um…” you began, cringing slightly. Off to a great start. “Taka… hold out your hand and close your eyes!” you said quickly. This wasn’t how you’d planned this, but you weren’t sure how to actually say it, so you chickened out. Nevertheless, he did as told, shutting his eyes and holding out his free hand in front of you.

Slowly, you pulled the key out of your pocket and held it over his hand, hesitating for a long moment before you bit the bullet and dropped it.

“Okay… open your eyes.”

He blinked his eyes open, lifting his hand towards his face.

“It’s… a key,” he said in a monotone.

“I had an extra made,” you said. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to… to… moveinwithme?” You uttered the end of the sort-of question on one breath, the sounds jumbling together so much you wondered if he’d even understood.

Aone was silent. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, exactly, but given the circumstances the silence made it only that much more nerve-wracking for you. You snuck a glance at him and saw that his serious eyes were fixed unblinking on the key in his hand.

“You mean it?” he said finally, his voice deep and earnest and heartbreakingly hopeful.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, looking up at him. “I want you to stay with me. I want this to be our place.”

His brow was furrowed, and to anyone else it might have looked like a scowl, but you knew him. You’d learned the nuances of his facial expressions, and you could see the particular curve of his mouth, the slight wobble of emotion.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice deep and almost hoarse. “I—yes. Yes, I want to live with you. Nothing would make me happier.”

His hazel eyes shone, and without warning a rare grin spread across his face, making your breath catch in your chest. You treasured his smiles. He smiled a little bit like he’d heard a smile described secondhand once, but had never actually seen one to know how. His mouth was too wide, baring every one of his teeth, and even a full-blown smile wasn’t enough to fully smooth the furrow in his brow—you’d learned that his face really was just like that. His eyes, though. His eyes shone so brightly and so earnestly when he smiled that you couldn’t help but grin back at him.

“Really?” you asked.

He stared back into your eyes, his brow furrowed deeply with emotion. Then he did what he did best: he let his actions speak where words could not. He took your face gently in his broad, calloused hands, gazing intently at you. You could feel the cool press of metal against your cheek where he’d hooked the key ring around his pinky finger.

He leaned forward ever so slowly until his lips pressed firmly against yours. His fingers slid back into your hair as he kissed you, his lips moving slowly and intently against your own. He hummed against your lips, and you could feel the vibration as it rumbled low in his chest. A rush of love and giddy excitement hit you—he’d said yes, you were moving in together—and you poured yourself into the kiss, sliding a hand over his chest. He pulled you closer, drew you in until you were leaning over him at an odd angle. At that point you threw caution to the wind, throwing one leg over his lap so you were straddling him.

He exhaled sharply, making a sound low in his throat that was something akin to a growl. His hands slid down your neck, falling to your sides, travelling down over your thighs and back up to encircle your waist, his broad hands splaying over your back and pulling you close. He broke the kiss for a moment to stare up at you, his eyes somehow conveying what words couldn’t. You knew the feeling—the whirl of emotions you were experiencing at the moment was utterly indescribable.

You took a leaf out of his book, letting your actions speak for you. You kissed him again with renewed vigor, his lips parting readily for you as your tongue slid against his, hot and wet and eager. You could taste the salty tang of sweat—his or yours, you couldn’t say—but it didn’t deter you. His arms tightened in a vise grip around your waist, until you were pulled flush against him, your legs parted in a lewd stretch over his lap. You could feel him through the flimsy fabric of his athletic shorts, hot and practically pulsing with desire.

“Shall we…” you said breathlessly, licking your lips and swallowing thickly. “Shall we christen the—our—new bedroom?”

He growled again, wrapping his arms securely around your thighs and rising from the sofa, lifting you and carrying you towards the bedroom like it was nothing. You laughed joyfully, burying your fingers in his hair.

You’d take that as a yes.

Love!!!! I just adore Aone and this was so sweet!

Hinata birthday head canons! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

haikyuulovercompany:

Hi Jade!!! thank you so so so so much for the request and all the support always!! I made head canons for when it is Hinata’s bday, hope that is okay!!

……

Hinata is overall the most happy-go-lucky person in his team aside from Noya. So, when his birthday is finally getting closer, you’ll know.

He jumps around letting everyone know his birthday is around the corner, excited to be a year older.

He’s the type of person to make all kind of plans and try to get everyone together to celebrate. He gets overboard with all the planning ending up with impossible plans to accomplish like going to a theme park and the having a party, so someone necessarily has to come up to him and let him know how unlikely is to do so many things in one day.

Given this, one day isn’t enough for him. He has plans for the whole weekend, so if you are someone close to him, you better not make other plans because he will need you for the whole weekend.

Since he is so full of energy, he likes plans that can involve all of his friend and involve a lot of movement, just like the theme park or any type of expedition. He likes to go back to bed exhausted but with a smile on his face.

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Thanks for the request!

Sweet sunshine boy! Thanks for these, they are so cute!

maninwaterrr:

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Karasuno Hug Headcanons

nerdytooru:

by me and @emma-trevelyan (aka Admin Emma from @hq-cuties-pls)

Hinata: He’s tiny, but he hugs you with everything he has. He probably ran up and jumped at you before hugging you, but having to stumble backwards a bit to keep your balance is worth it because his hugs are everything.

Kageyama: He’s hesitant at first, like he’s not sure how to react to being hugged. His arms probably hover uncertainly behind your back for a minute until her relaxes and wraps them around you with surprising tenderness, letting his eyes fall shut as he gently hugs you back.

Tsukishima: There is a very high probability of this boy just standing there with his arms by his sides while you hug him. Don’t blame him; he really does appreciate your hug, he just won’t let himself admit it. Don’t give up, either–after a minute he’ll give up and hug you back, resting his chin on top of your head to hide the fact that he’s definitely smiling.

Yamaguchi: His hugs are sugar and spice and everything nice. He grins into your neck as he hugs you, and he might rock back and forth a little bit, like he’s just too happy to stand still. Yamaguchi high key loves hugs.

Nishinoya: He is honestly way too enthusiastic about hugs. He’ll probably either tackle-hug you or pick you up and spin you around. You ~~might~~ will almost certainly end up in a pile on the ground as a result of Noya’s hugs, but his enthusiasm is catching and you just end up laughing along with him.

Tanaka: He’s a bear hugger. His hugs are so tight you probably have to remind him that breathing is a thing that you need to do–but once he relaxes a bit his hugs are nice.

Ennoshita: He has two hug modes–super relaxing Zen Hug or super intense squeeze, and there is no in-between. When he’s feeling chill, he’s a chronic leaner, with an arm tossed around your shoulder, but when he’s fired up or just needs a hug, he’s the guy who will literally lift you off the ground. Unlike the other lifters, though, he’s steady enough you won’t fall. He sometimes likes to keep you lifted in his arms, looking up adoringly at you.

Daichi: Daichi is literally the best hugger? He has this way of knowing exactly how much pressure you need, be it a light embrace or a tight squeeze. He lives for hugs, and he always does that comforting back-rub thing between your shoulder blades. He’ll sometimes hum tunelessly when you’re hugging him; it’s such a soothing sound, too.

Suga: Suga is a koala hugger. You’d think he was an angel baby; but you would be wrong. He’s a little shit, and will occasionally drape himself over you like an oversized cat at the most inopportune times. But he always smells really nice and he always includes nose nuzzles with his hugs.

Asahi: Asahi gets flustered, so he likes to hug from the back. He’s usually very gentle, though, like you’re something breakable, but if he’s feeling particularly anxious or clingy, he’ll hold you a little tighter and bury his face in your hair. You can tell when he’s relaxed because he’ll sigh really softly and just totally relax. When he’s super comfortable with a person, he likes to tuck them under his chin.

More adorableness!!

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

kuroast:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do.”

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

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

“What about—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hello! i’m back with another request that’s somehow specific; a fluff where asahi carries his drunken wife home in his back after a Karasuno reunion party. She kept on rambling about how she loves Asahi while drunken and when they arrived home and he lets her down, she just went over kissing him and fell asleep

imagine-that-haikyuu:

i constantly have delusions of myself in about five years
getting drunk at my 10-year reunion but this is probably a lot nicer than
something i would do when that comes

I GOT CARRIED AWAY THIS IS LONG

“Oh my god,” you squealed. You were practically in tears
when Suga showed you a picture on his phone of him, Daichi, and Asahi as first
years on the volleyball team. “Oh my god, my husband is a baby here! He has no
beard! I love him.”

Suga laughed while you brought your hands to your cheeks
and smiled at thought of Asahi at fifteen. Eyes not leaving the screen while
Suga swiped to the next picture, you reached for your glass and brought it to
your lips. Concern graced your features when only drops of ice water hit your
tongue. You hadn’t even realized your glass was virtually empty; that was
unacceptable.

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I died! Asahi is perfect husband material. So, so cute and I love future fics where the boys are all still friends!

lemme fill your inbox with Asahi request again; Asahi’s s/o is an idol/model/anything that is really popular in the school. Normally, she’s really sweet and kind to everyone, but one day she snapped and got mad when she overheard a rumor of Asahi threatening her to date him (probably from one of her fanboys who is jealous or something) and then Asahi watched it all in an awe. (Bonus of later after, she went straight away to cuddle Asahi and saying that he’s the best she could have)

imagine-that-haikyuu:

one of these days, i won’t get carried away when it comes
to an asahi request. today is not that day.

i just have a lot of feelings about him and i may have
angsted a little and by a little i mean i spent like 3 nights on this and it’s
just shy of 4k words like @ me wtf

Asahi still thinks a lot about the first time you
spoke to him in his second year of high school. You had just transferred to Karasuno a week before that exchange,
assigned to sit in the empty desk next to his in class.

You approached your desk, and him by proximity. You were
tall, probably only a few centimeters shorter than him, and easy on
the eyes

of course. He’d never describe you as intimidatingly beautiful, but he never
hesitated to describe himself as someone intimidated by beauty—in a good
way—but still. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you and instead
offered a curt nod and a faint smile. You stared at him curiously but nodded
too before taking your seat.

In that week, neither of you ever had a chance to say
anything to each other. Nearly every opportunity there would be to make even
small talk ended up filled by your other classmates. If they weren’t
enthusiastically asking you questions about whether or not you really were a
model (“Yup! But only for some catalogs and lesser known magazines at the
moment), they were determined to integrate you into their social circles before
anyone else could. Meaning, there were times when the bell would chime and only
a moment later, someone would already be chatting you up or whisking you off
elsewhere.

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My first Haikyuu crush!!! Ugh he’s just so pure and sweet! This was beautiful!

How would Kuroo, Asahi, and Tanaka propose to their girlfriends?

imagine-that-haikyuu:

i got a nasty cold that i was hoping would just be
allergies, but that wasn’t the case. ε-(＞．＜;; hence, why updates were slower
this week. sorry, about that, folks. i needed a little pick-me-up and used this
for that reason

totally based tanaka’s on how my cousin recently proposed
to his girlfriend, which was much cuter than his original plan, if you ask me

Kuroo

Basically, he pulls a Jim from The Office where he does something purposefully
to make you think he’s going to propose but doesn’t to build suspense for when
he actually proposes (i.e., getting down on one knee while saying your name,
looking you in the eye, and then going to tie his shoe)

But
he’s not going to propose at a gas station mini-mart, rest assured.

No, you’re at the monthly trivia night at your
usual bar. As always, the two of you are way more into it than any of your
friends are and you’re tied for first against the one team you always lose to
at the last question of the night.

You’ve never been more pumped to write down the answer on the dry erase board at a moment’s notice. The game
host gets his question card ready and makes everyone wait on baited breath.

“Last question of the night. For twenty points:
___…”—You look up at the host clearly confused—“will you marry, Kuroo
Tetsurou?” And sure enough while you’re processing that this is actually
happening Kuroo’s still sitting right beside you with the ring out.

While your giggling uncontrollably, you write
down “Yes” on the white board and hold it up for everyone to see.

While everyone else is applauding the two of you
and cheering, he’s sure to ask again in his own voice and you respond all the
same.

Asahi

You’re sure he’s already bought a ring, so it’s only
a matter of time. Every time you think it might be the perfect chance,
though, it doesn’t happen. But you know he’s not the spontaneous type; he’s going
to have everything planned and do it in a very romantic setting.

It’s after a rough day at work and texting him
the whole time, he offers to take you somewhere that will cheer you up once you
get home. He doesn’t specify where, but when you ask him he answers with a, “Uh,
it’s a… surprise…”

This and how clammy his hands are when you hold
his on the way there is assurance enough that it’s happening now. Now you just
have to wait and see how he does it.

It’s so simple, but beautiful: a picnic already
set up at sunset into early evening at your favorite park.

You can tell he’s incredibly nervous, but he’s
keeping it together very well. He takes your hands and thinks over what he’s
going to say before slowly saying it. He’s not going to trip over his words and
ruin the mood he’s set for the evening.

“I
know I took longer than I should have to do this, but I needed the weather to
warm up enough so that it didn’t get too cold after sunset. So, please, ___,
will you marry me?”

And
god, it’s so cute and sweet and that you start laughing and crying and that
makes him start laugh and crying too. Somewhere in there you’ve managed to
squeak out a yes.

Tanaka

He’s got this planned to a T. He’s going to
propose while you’re at lunch with your parents—who are in on the plan—that afternoon.

He keeps the ring in his back pocket from the
moment he gets dressed in the morning, which ends up being early for him. His
excitement woke him up earlier than usual.

Tanaka’s ready for the day before you’ve even
properly woken up. You’re still in your pajamas and somewhat sleepy while you
prepare breakfast.

There’s no
way he’s going to make it until lunch. The very sight of you makes him
swell up with so many emotions. After only a few steps into the kitchen, he gets
down on one knee right there despite your back being turned to him.

You hear his footsteps and turn to greet him
sleepily only to be stopped mid-sentence by the sight of him kneeling and
holding up little red box opened with a ring sparkling inside.

He doesn’t even say anything and you’re already nodding
and trying to remember how to say yes.

“Will
you m—”

“Yes.”

“C’mon.
You’ve got to let me finish saying it first! ___, will you marry—”

“Yes!”

He
can’t argue with you after that because you’ve tackled him to the ground in an
embrace and keep shrieking “yes” with increasing excitement.

Going through the Asahi tag and oh my gosh how could I forget this gem?!! They are all so, so sweet!! 💖💖💖

haikyuu-is-madness:

haikyuudoods:

haikyuu-is-madness:

finnthebunneh:

fishenod:

yaboykeiji:

2bee-desu:

last-heroine:

viria:

Is this a challenge, Sawamura?

Dunno, you tell me?

Ohooooo~ Something fun is ought to happen~

WOW THIS IS TENSE

Aaaaand it just got more tense…

YOOO YOU GUYS GOING KARAOKE?!

It got better

“Well that sure is an interesting face, Kuroo. Careful, it might stick that way~”

It got even better!!!!

This is frickin’ hilarious