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Bokuto
with his hair down gives me “shōjo vibes” (this is irrelevant… or not).
I want to request a scenario where he (in his first year of high
school) is lying on one of the bench that Fukurodani has in its
schoolyard. Bokuto has “no love” for volleyball from the beginning, so
he is a bit tired of his senpais + because everything he does is wrong. A
girl of his class sees Bokuto “sleeping” but knows why he is there as
well. She moves in close to him and tries to cheer up this baby. [i] I
think Bokuto in his first year was most calm over his “depressed mode”;
like not in a comical way. Whatever, he was a loud guy as always and the
girl met him like that. But this time he is just quiet and needs
silent. That girl and Bokuto become friends and now they’re in their
third year. Bokuto is happy with his team and loves volley, but
sometimes he feels like two years ago and goes to her because her
company is too comfortable whenever he is on a quiet mode. [ii]Just
change whatever you want, add more stuff or… yeah. I just want a cuddly
and silent Bokuto who also want quietness. Thank you so much! And I’m
sorry if this is too long and even so has a lack of details! (；＿；) [iii]

okay…so I really, really love this concept. beware of long fic. This will be something I do in parts. I feel like it deserves a few chapters. I kinda gave him depression in this (or like symptoms of it). Also, this diverged from your original idea a bit, sorry!! I just got carried away. Also, this piece is litered with symbolism and stuff, so if you can’t tell-the owlet is Bokuto and the canary is you.

Koutarou wasn’t perfect. He knew that, and so did everyone else. He shouldn’t be too hard on himself, though. In his defense, no one was perfect, and the definition of the word has millions of different meanings. However, he couldn’t shake the heavy feeling of sadness weighing on his shoulders..

High school was a huge shocker to the poor owlet. His upperclassmen always told him he was obnoxious, his teachers told him he was too loud, his so-called friends told him to tune himself down and get a grip. For the first time in his life, he was really ostracized. His feathers were clipped and useless. No matter how hard the owlet struggled, nothing could aid him in setting himself free from his cage that slowly built around him, locking himself deep within a mine shaft. Others seemed to prefer this contained, suffocated version of himself, so he decided to accept his imprisonment. The lock, grew and tightened, reinforcing the cage and making it impossible for the owlet to break free. He remained locked in his cage, hidden away at the bottom of the dark, deep  mineshaft.

Koutarou sighed, lying on a bench outside Fukurodani Academy. He stared at the sky the yellow sun shone brightly, and a few birds fluttered around in the vast, baby blue sky above him. As they danced above him, twittering, Koutarou felt as they were somehow mocking him. They were unbound to the chains of reality, able to do whatever they pleased. No matter what, they had each other. Their flock was many, and no one was left in solitude. It was at these times that Koutarou wished he could join them. But he knew that was a facetious thought. The owlet remained perched alone on his stand in the barren mine shaft, slowly losing oxygen.

What the owlet didn’t realize, was the young canary watching him. They were intrigued by the owlet, he seemed to be like some sort of decrepit chest, keeping its gold hidden from the world because of the fear of rejection. The canary couldn’t believe it. The owlet exuberated the essence of life itself. He was so bold, passionate, optimistic. His presence was enough to ease the canary’s tension during tough times. They did not understand why the rest of the flock shunned his personality. The owlet was a ray of sunshine, a single blow of wind in the doldrums, a tiny, yellow flower in a field of weeds. The canary decided enough was enough. It would break the owlet out of its cage and navigate it through the dusky mine shaft, despite the potential consequences.

You nervously approached Koutarou on the bench, he didn’t know you, but you hoped he would not reject your company.

“Hey,” You greeted him, calmly. “Can I sit here?”

Golden eyes made their way up to yours, the quick contact making you freeze.The lack of intensity in his gaze was very, very unlike the Koutarou you knew. Whoever claimed that eyes were the windows to the soul definitely wasn’t exaggerating. You could see the desperation and sadness that hazed over his orbs, making his usually bright expression dim.

Koutarou shrugged and looked away from you. “Sure.”

You sat down beside the boy’s feet at the end of the bench, hoping to offer some comfort. The bench was warm from being in the sun’s rays, and you looked at the concrete ground under the bench and began nervously kicking around a fallen leaf by your feet. You began by introducing yourself, while he gave you a short, uncharacteristic “Name’s Koutarou.” in response. You brushed off his brevity, though. You understood he was going through a tough time and his thoughts were most likely plagued by other topics. You sat there for a couple of seconds, mulling around for what to say, before taking a deep breath and deciding on something.

“Um…” Koutarou curled his upper body, getting into an awkward position to somehow look at your face to show you had his attention. “A-are you okay?” You questioned, stuttering a little.

The teen beside you visibly flinched at the question, eyes darting from you and staring off into the distance.

“I’m…fine.”

Those words did not sound genuine at all. But you knew it was just inevitable for Koutarou to show the reality of his emotions through his voice and actions.

“Y’know…it’s okay to talk about how you really feel. I won’t judge. Promise.”

Koutarou looked on into the distance silently, and for a minute you wondered if he even heard you. Before you could repeat yourself, he spoke.

“Do you….ever feel lost? Like your real self isn’t enough for everyone else? I want to be myself….but I can’t find a crowd to just…do that. Everything I do is always too much,everything I say is too loud. I suck at school, and I really have no talent. I gotta completely change the way I act for others to like me. I just…wanna be myself…y’know?”

You responded to his revelation with silence. You wished you were some wise sage to give him all the answers to his problems, but you weren’t. You were just a regular highschooler, and you were pretty dumbstruck right now at the profoundness of Koutarou’s issues.

He coughed awkwardly, then continued. “S-sorry. You didn’t ask for all that.”

You instantly reacted by waving your arms in disagreement. “No, no! If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked.” The air between you two became silent and awkward again. After a few moments, you spoke up again. “I know this may sound a bit weird, but have you tried joining a sport?”

That obviously resonated with the boy. He sat up, looking at you. His eyes urging you to continue. You could see the haze beginning to fade from his eyes, it seemed the foggy thoughts of his mind began to clear with your suggestion.

“In sports, you can be as loud as you want…and your teammates will likely join you…and you never know…you may actually be good at it? And even if you aren’t, a little practice can fix that. And I saw the volleyball team is desperately looking for members, I’m sure they’d be happy to have you.” You explained, then offering Koutarou a smile

Then, it happened.

For once in a long, long while, you saw Koutarou smile. Yeah, it was relatively small, but it was still a smile nonetheless. He jumped up from the bench and stretched his long limbs.

“You know what, you’re actually right! I’m gonna go sign up right now!”

He turned around, appearing to instantly rush back inside the building, but instead turned around to face you.

The sun was blocked by his body, but the rays still peeked from around his head, giving him and ethereal appearance. His eyes shone, contrasting against his shadowed skin. And his lips grew from a small grin to a full blow, pearly-white, genuine smile.

“Thank you.” This time, his words were genuine. Honestly laced his voice.

Your face flushed pink from the adorable expression and genuine gratefulness from the boy.

“You’re…welcome.”

He ran back into the school, a new innovation flowing through the boy.

Although the owlet believed nothing would change and he’d eventually suffocate at the bottom of the mine shaft, that turned out to be quite the opposite. A friendly canary befriended him, breaking the lock on his cage. They made their way through the shaft together. Although they were far from the exit, the owlet was happy to have a friend to help him along the way.

This is sooooo good! I can’t wait for more of it!

imagine-that-haikyuu:

thank you! i realized that i know so little about christmas
traditions in general… forgive me (i’m one of the “people of the tribe”, as they say)ヽ（´ー｀）┌
some ended up being more about winter than christmas. i also got worried
about being too repetitive with the jealous little cousin, so they’re not in
tendou’s. i hope that’s cool.

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Kuroo

“So, what’s the
general consensus?” you whispered to Kuroo. “I’m I in?”

The two of you were seated on the couch of his parents’
house, the same place he had grown up. On the floor, sat his much younger cousins
who anxiously waited to unwrap the gifts in their laps. Kuroo flashed you a
signature grin before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I told you that they were going to love you before we even
got here,” he said. “My aunt said that if we weren’t still in high school that
she would be pressuring me to pop the question already.”

You let out a quiet laugh at that and rested your head upon
his shoulder. Kuroo planted a kiss on top of your head. This was the kind of soft
act of affection that you usually relished in, but in that moment, you felt an unfriendly
glare upon you.

“I don’t think I’ve gotten quite everyone’s love yet,” you sighed.

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hq-cuties-pls:

So I changed this up a little bit for variety and realism’s sake; I just had a class all about coping with labor and the stages of it, so a lot of this is from that. Also, every woman is different. This came out a touch softer than the anon anticipated, I think, so sorry about that??? Hope you enjoy regardless!!!
~Admin Emma

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Tendou

He remembered the suggestion in your labor class to walk, so he took you on a short lap around the maternity ward. You clung to his arm, and even if it hurt, he didn’t care. He couldn’t even imagine the pain you were in. You’d been extremely quiet so far, focused entirely on your labor. He wanted to try and distract you, maybe make you focus on something other than the pain, make you smile or laugh or just roll your eyes at him, but he couldn’t think of anything.

“____? Are you alright?”

Your grip tightened on his sleeve; your eyes squeezed closed, and you were drawing slow, careful breaths through pursed lips. He checked his watch–the contractions were getting closer together.

“Easy, babe,” he murmured, pulling you to a stop. “Come here. Just breathe… I’m here.”

He held you in what the nurse called the Slow Dance pose. He pressed in tightly on your hips, trying to match the intensity of your contractions, like the nurse told him. You put your hands around his shoulders and leaned heavily on him while he encouraged you to rock your hips. He would have to remind you later that you were a literal fucking rock star for taking a stab at natural childbirth. If it had been him, he’d have accepted all manner of experimental drugs if it meant he didn’t have to go through it.

“Satori,” you whimpered, your voice painfully small and broken. “It hurts so much, Satori. I can’t…”

“You can,” he assured. He couldn’t even try and joke, as much as he wanted to, if only to distract you. It broke his heart to hear you like this. “I know you can, ____. It won’t be much longer.”

Asahi

“Easy, ____,” he said softly, carefully helping you onto the birthing ball. He tapped on his phone a few times, setting an alarm for twenty minutes. “Alright, how’s this?”

“Better,” you groaned, carefully balancing on the ball. He watched you carefully, but you seemed fine as you gently rocked your hips. He put his hands on your shoulders, trying to be the support you so clearly needed but were too afraid to ask for, for some reason. Nearly a decade together and you were still so hesitant sometimes. “I’m sorry, Asahi.”

“What’re you sorry for, doll?” Asahi asked, digging his thumbs into that part of your neck that always made you melt.

“I’m being such a pain right now,” you said. “I feel useless.”

If it hadn’t been for the sincere regret in your eyes, he’d have laughed until he cried. Clearly, labor was making you a little insane; “Sweetheart, you’re having my baby. I couldn’t be happier right now!”

“But–”

“No buts,” he interjected. “You are doing amazing, and if anyone in this room is useless, it’s me. You’re doing all the hard work, and I will be here to support you, no matter what.”

You opened your mouth to respond, a small smile playing at the corner of your lips, before he felt the tension in your shoulders. All the air escaped your body in a hiss of pain and your hands curled into fists so tight, your knuckles turned white.

“Contraction?” he asked. You could only nod as you squeezed your eyes tight. “Alright, doll, easy. Breathe. Try and relax. Remember what the doctor said.”

You nodded as he pressed his hand against your coccyx, trying to apply counter pressure. He rested his forehead against the back of your neck, trying not to let his heart break at the soft sounds of pain you made. He wanted to fall apart–he was ready for the anxiety to overtake him any minute, but he couldn’t. He had to be your rock–your pillar–because you were doing to hard part.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity (though it probably felt longer to you) he felt you relax. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, and whispering what a good job you were doing. It may have been nonsense and gibberish, but it seemed to comfort you a little.

“You can do it, ____. I have faith in you.”

Bokuto

You were having what the doctors called “precipitous labor.” He wasn’t 100% sure what all the technical jargon meant, but you’d come in for a labor evaluation less than an hour before and you were almost ready to push. The nurses said that fast labors like this were extremely uncomfortable and could be incredibly intense, and Bokuto hated that you had to go through it, even if it meant it would be over faster.

You were on constant monitoring, so you couldn’t wander too far from the labor and delivery room. At the moment, you were balanced on a birthing ball with your face buried into the bed. He sat behind you, pressing the spiky plastic ball they’d given you into the small of your back. It seemed to be helping a bit, but he’d never felt more useless than when you let out a tiny sob of pain into your pillow. You’d been crying softly since your contractions became regular, and he wished he knew what to do.

“Kou,” you whimpered, raising your tear-stained face from the sheets.

“What is it, babe?” he asked, ready to spring into action. “What do you need? You need to switch positions? Should I stop what I’m doing?”

“No, just…” You bit your lip, your eyes squeezed tight in intense pain. He hated this–the doctor couldn’t even give you anything for the pain. You were too far along in your labor. “Can I have a hug, please?”

He had to grin at that; “Sure thing, babe. Whatever you need.”

He wrapped his arms around you, careful to avoid touching your belly–you’d told him that any pressure on it was too uncomfortable. He held you as tight as he could while maintaining pressure on your lower back. He could feel the moment you were racked with another contraction, and he tried to encourage you to relax a little bit, otherwise he knew it would be worse.

“I hate this,” you cried, holding your pillow to your face again. “Why does it hurt so much?”

“It’ll be all over soon, babe,” he tried to reassure you. “Then we’ll be parents. We’ll get to hold little Akio soon. Just a little bit longer.”

Lev

You’d had a plan, damn it. Every book, every anecdote, every class had said that walking, changing position, and moving around were best for expedient labor. So you’d planned on waiting to go into labor naturally, putter around your house until the last possible second, and go into the hospital.

Sadly, babies tended to ruin any and all plans, and unforeseen complications came up which meant you had to be induced early. The procedure had left you bedridden on constant, internal monitoring (which was just the pits, and you could confirm that). So now there was nothing to do but wait out the inevitably long, painful labor.

Bless your husband. He was trying, but you were cranky and in pain and there was nothing you could do.

“Fuck you, Lev! This is your fault!”

“How is this my fault!?” Lev asked helplessly, trying (and mostly failing) to dodge the pillow you threw at his head.

“You put your mutant spawn in me!” you exclaimed. “You just had to be freakishly huge! You just had to laugh when your mother proudly proclaimed you weighed 5 kilograms when you came out! We just had to do this naturally!”

“You’re allergic to pain meds, babe,” Lev said. You scowled when you saw his eyebrow cocked at you.

“You’re a jerk, Lev,” you sniffled, burying your face in your pillow. The nurses had already told you in no uncertain terms that you shouldn’t be screaming.

“Hey,” he whispered, suddenly near your ear. You shrank away from him as you felt another contraction coming on. “I know this sucks, but it’s not going to last forever.”

“Yes it is,” you whimpered. “I’m going to be in labor for the rest of my life. I’m going to die in this fucking uncomfortable bed.”

“Hey, where’d your big pillow go? I thought we packed it.”

“It’s in my bag, Lev, where the fuck else would it be?”

With some effort, he got you rolled on your side with your big maternity pillow supporting your legs and your huge stomach. It was getting so late and you were so tired, and you still had such a long way to go. You wanted to hit him, but his long fingers in your hair stopped you. You hated him at the moment, but he was being so sweet.

“I’ll see if I can’t score you some ice chips or something,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Try and get some sleep, babe. You’re a bit cranky.”

“A bit cranky?” you snapped. “If I was able to get out of this fucking bed, I’d knock you on your ass for that!”

You figured he realized his error, because even as fast as he was, you’d never seen him scurry like you did in that moment.

Kuroo

You’d learned early in the whole laboring process that the best way to go forward was to just stay calm. During your earliest contractions, you’d been ready to have a panic, because nothing was ready and you felt so grossly unprepared. But then, you’d sat on the couch, and Kuroo’s colossally fat and incredibly sweet geriatric black cat, Gumball, curled in your lap for a little nap, and something about it had calmed you. It had been the middle of the night, and you didn’t even feel the need to wake Kuroo up.

About six hours later, you’d decided to go to the hospital, you still had this odd serenity about you. Your doctor and nurses asked you if you needed anything for pain, and you just shrugged. You were fine, at the moment. You parked on the birthing ball, rocking back and forth, casually reading your book.

Kuroo, on the other hand, was a mess.

When he’d woken up to find you in labor, he had that panic you’d managed to not have earlier. He’d been ready to whisk you off to the hospital at that exact moment despite the fact that you were still very early and he was still wearing the bright pink Tokyo Disney pajamas you’d gotten him as a joke for his last birthday. Every contraction had him fluttering around you like a fussy mother hen, and his bed hair was even worse for the number of times he’d raked his hand through it.

You were dragged back to your present situation but a particularly intense contraction. You curled around yourself, whimpering quietly. The doctors said you’d passed pretty much passed straight through active labor and were heading into transition labor, so it would be more intense.

Poor Kuroo’s heart couldn’t take it anymore, it seemed.

“Babe!? You ok?!? You need anything? What can I do!?!”

“Tetsurou, please, it’s just a contraction,” you said once it passed. He rubbed soothing circles on your lower back, pressing his heel on your tailbone like he’d been taught. “Oh please never move your hand from my back, though. That feels amazing.”

“Whatever you need,” he replied. He was clearly exhausted and anxious–he looked like a stiff breeze might knock him over.

“What I need is my husband to survive long enough to meet his son,” you said sardonically, gently running your fingers over the back of his head. He practically purred as he leaned into your touch, leaning heavily on your shoulders. “You should sit and have a little rest, doll.”

“You’re the one in labor,” he sighed. “When did you get to be the supportive one, here?”

“You don’t have to sleep,” you said, ignoring his question. “I know you won’t be able to.”

“I just feel pretty useless.” He dropped his chin to rest on top of your head, gently caressing your rounded belly. You winced, but didn’t say anything. “I’m not used to being helpless in crises. I sort of thrive on action, you know.”

“Oh yes, my hero,” you shot back with a roll of your eyes. “Alright, action boy, if you want to make yourself useful, see if you can’t get the nurses to score me some ice chips or a drink of water, yeah? And fish my chapstick out of my bag for me.”

He smirked, shot you a mock salute, and returned to his full height; “You got it, babe.”

Melt my heart these are so CUTE! Also, I was so pleased to see you guys pop up on my dash!

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Could I please have an Iwaizumi x reader scenario? 🙂 Fem reader is the manager for the Aoba Jousai team. The team finds out that both Iwaizumi and reader have feelings for each other and then they try to get Iwaizumi to confess.

Iwaizumi stared at you from across the gym, pondering how Aoba Jousai got someone like you to help handle their posse of teenage volleyball children. You were, almost literally, an angel to them. Not only did you carry out the day to day managerly duties, but you also dragged Oikawa away from his fangirls for practice, and managed to earn Kyoutani’s respect and help him become a better player. Iwaizumi had no other way to describe you but a godsend. A beautiful, ethereal, godsend.

“Iwa-chaaan. You know you can’t just keep staring at her like that. She’s just gonna think you’re creepy.”

Iwaizumi blushed, pivoting around to scold his cheeky friend.

“S-shut up Shittykawa. I wasn’t even staring at her. I-I was just thinking about something.” Iwaizumi defended.

“Thinking about how much you wanted to smooch our cute manager~?” Hanamaki added in, exaggerating his tone to tease the spikey haired teen. Matsukawa stood beside him, chuckling softly at the ordeal.

“Psh, thinking is as far as he’s gonna get if he keeps up with his weird act. Why don’t you just go ask her out already? It’s incredibly obvious you like her.” Oikawa questioned.

Iwaizumi attempted to fire a quip back at Oikawa, but faltered. He knew why he could never bring himself to ask you out. He was so irritable, brash, and foul-mouthed while you were kind, responsible, and sweet. You were literally one of the most perfect people he’s met in his entire life, and he knew he couldn’t compare to you.

Oikawa quickly noticed the drop in his friend’s mood, and decided that the time for affirmative action was needed. While he pushes Iwaizumi’s buttons a lot, he really does care for him and wants him to be happy.

Oikawa cleared his throat and called out to his hedgehogish friend.

“Iwaizumi.”

He looked up, obviously a bit confused from the serious shift in Oikawa’s tone and the lack of his usually nickname.

Oikawa placed his hands on either side of Iwaizum’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

“If you seriously have a crush on manager-chan over there, you should go talk to her. You’re my best friend and I’m sure she’d be happy to date you.” Oikawa said sincerely, flashing Iwa a confident smile.

“Yeah, go get her, tiger.” Matsukawa encouraged with a vicious growl from Makki following in suite.

Iwaizumi averted his gaze from the fellow third years.

“T-thanks guys….” He said softly, a light blush on his cheeks.

Oikawa then wrapped his arms around his friend, hugging him tightly while making kissing noises. “NOW GO MAKE OUT OUR ADORABLE MANAGER IWA-CHAAN, I KNOW YOU WANT TO!”

Iwaizumi’ face reddened as he fought Oikawa’s vice grip. Beside them, Makki and Mattsun laughed jollily, while Yahaba and Kyoutani looked on, wondering what their senpais were up to.

“GET OFF ME YOU IDIOT!”

You looked away from the scene, a pink tint donning your cheeks. Oikawa and Iwaizumi are definitely WAY louder than they think they are.

This is so cute and funny! Love Iwa-chan!!

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Nishinoya

*He is SO happy for this moment and can barely contain his excitement. It’s takes all his willpower not to just blurt out the question.
*He really, really wants to make it memorable for you, so he really goes all out with it. He takes you on a trip to a beautiful beach. It’s what they do in all the romance movies, right?
*You two walk down, the beach, hand-in-hand, while Noya feels like he’s literally about to burst from excitement. He abruptly stops, gets on one knee, then excitedly and quickly pops the question to you!! (It’s such a pure, happy moment. ;u;)

Kageyama

*A cute, blushy, EXTREMELY NERVOUS mess oh my god
*He’s not very good at romantic things but he really REALLY tries his best to think of something good. He decides on a romantic homemade dinner.
*After you come home, he surprises you with you eat and have general conversation, but he’s oddly silent. When you ask what’s wrong, he pops the question (not without almost choking on his food tho). When you say yes he almost dies and instantly goes to hug and kiss you in an odd moment of random affection. You made him a VERY happy man.

Hinata

*Hinata is one of the only people who’s proposal was NOT planned out, but it’s sweet nonetheless.
*Its right after a big game (when he becomes a professional player) and his team pulled through and won! He frantically searches for you in the crowd, he’s so happy.
*Once he finds you, he pulls you into the tightest hug you’ve ever had in your life. Then he just blurts out “L-Let’s get married!” He sounds so excited and genuine, so you say yes, and he thanks you for being his #1 fan and WONT STOP KISSING U OMG. HINATA PLS WAIT UNTIL UR IN PRIVATE.

So cute!!!

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Bokuto

*Bokuto is a emotional kisser. Every kiss he gives conveys some overflow of emotion he has to pass onto you-whether it’s excitement, sadness, anger-you’ll know it.
*He is SO down for makeout sessions. However, he wouldn’t want to do it in public unless he’s drunk. Then he’ll just go for it.
*If you kiss him randomly (especially in front of people) he will have the CUTEST blush on his face for a good ten minutes. He’s just so surprised and he thinks you’re adorable. Also afterwards he’ll touch his lips and BLUSH SO HARD THINKING ABOUT IT.

Kenma

*Kenma is more of a reserved kisser. In public he will give you quick pecks or kisses on the cheek, but not when he’s teammates are around. And ESPECIALLY not if Kuroo is around. (Bc he’ll tease him smh).
*He is also down for private makeout sessions sometimes. It’s really slow and lazy but you two will lose your track of time quickly. You two easily get way too caught up into it.
*His kisses are really soft and sweet regularly, though. And he makes sure to give you a goodbye kiss before you two depart daily.

So cute!!!