Heyhey! (^-^)/ My last days were really terrible (T,T), so, can I have some “cute” little scenario, where Ushijima, Aone (my two big fluffy bears), Asahi and Kuroo just changin’ their clothes, and their teammates see the scratches on the boys’ back? (From their gf, of course. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) Their reactions?

hq-cuties-pls:

This request was super fun to write, and honestly a great study in team dynamics! Apologies if I (Admin Alyx) ruined Dateko, because I don’t write them very much!

-Admins Alyx and Emma

Ushijima:

“Jesus, Wakatoshi, what happened to you?”

Ushijima raised his eyebrows askance at Tendou, crumpling his practice shirt in his hands; “Nothing. It was a good practice and I am in good health.”

“No, you doof, your back!” Tendou exclaimed. “You look like you got in a fight with a drunken tiger and lost!”

“Yikes,” Yamagata hissed, wincing visibly when he caught a glance. “Looks like it hurt.”

Ushijima looked over his shoulder, catching the reflection of his back in the mirror. It was a nightmare–long, red scratches ran from the tops of his shoulders all the way to the taper of his waist, interspersed with the occasional bite mark. He felt the tops of his cheeks warm a bit at the memory of the previous night–the way you clung to him, the way you writhed under him, the delicious point of pain when you ran your nails down his back…

“Ah,” he grunted. “____ should probably trim her nails next time.”

“Next time?” Tendou tilted his head before narrowing his eyes in that weird, almost cat-like smirk of his. “Wakatoshi-kun, are you and ____… having some fun?”

“Satori! That’s rude!” Reon chastised. “It’s none of our business.”

“It’s a friendly question,” Tendou protested.

“It’s rude,” Semi said flatly, slipping into his post-practice shirt. “So long as you’re being safe, Wakatoshi. Are you?”

“Of course,” Ushijima responded.

“Ha! So you admit it!” Tendou exclaimed, thrusting his finger out in an exaggeratedly accusatory gesture.

Ushijima blinked a few times, quirking one of his eyebrows; “Admit… that ____ and I are having sex? I suppose so, but I figured the scratches spoke for themselves.”

Aone:

A loud wolf whistle echoed through the locker room.

The cause was obvious–Aone’s broad, pale back was absolutely covered in scratch marks, bright red standing out starkly against his skin.

“Man, get it, Aone!” Futakuchi said.

Kamasaki, who had joined them for practice that day, took a swing at Futakuchi, who ducked quickly.

“Not in front of the first years, you asshole! But… nice, Aone!” Kamasaki said, giving a thumbs up. Futakuchi cackled, clapping Aone on the back.

Aone, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, simply gave a knowing smile as he pulled his shirt on over his head.

“Doesn’t that hurt, Aone-san?” Koganegawa asked, prompting Futakuchi to dissolve into raucous laughter again.

“Yes, but–”

“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT NOT IN FRONT OF THE FIRST YEARS!” Kamasaki shouted. “Aone! I trusted you!”

“It’s always the quiet ones, my man,” Futakuchi said.

Asahi:

“Yeah, get it, Asahi-san!”

Asahi froze when he heard Nishinoya shouting at him. He’d sort of… forgotten the number you’d done on his back the last time you were together. At the time, he’d loved it. At the time, it’d been a sign of your pleasure, and he’d loved rolling into your soft body like that while you dug into his shoulders and back, biting down on the muscle between his neck and shoulders. Unfortunately, there had been some very visible consequences. They hadn’t been such an issue until he forgot he had to get undressed in front of other people.

“You’re so crude, Noya,” Daichi chastised.

“You’d have said the same thing, Daichi, and you know it,” Suga teased. “Although… yeesh, it looks painful.”

“Bet it was worth it, eh, Asahi-san?” Noya pressed, nudging Asahi in the ribs. Asahi buried his face in his t-shirt, trying to suppress the groan he desperately wanted to let out. Of course this was how today was going to go. Because this was his life.

“What was worth it?” Kageyama asked, emerging from wherever he’d been hiding. Judging by the utterly blank expression on his face, he had no clue what anyone was talking about.

“Please, can I tell him?” Tsukishima asked with a laugh. “Please? You won’t have to get me Christmas presents for the rest of my life.”

“You’re all terrible influences, you know that?” Asahi exclaimed, yanking on his practice shirt with an indignant huff, although he did hiss when the fabric scraped over the scratches.

“You started this,” Daichi countered with a smirk. “Coming in here with your hickies and your sex-scratches… living up to your delinquent reputation, hm?”

Asahi quirked his eyebrows; “Only with ____, and only when she asks nicely.”

He was mortified, but seeing Daichi utterly lose any semblance of composure was totally worth it.

Kuroo:

“I didn’t need to see that,” Kenma said flatly, looking up from his DS with his nose scrunched in distaste.

“See what?” Kuroo asked, though the way he immediately spun around to hide his thoroughly ravaged back from view implied he wasn’t completely clueless.

“Your back is covered in scratches, Captain!” Fukunaga said straight-faced, one index finger raised. His wide eyes created the guise of innocence, but the way the corners of his mouth turned up said otherwise.

Kuroo’s face flushed bright red like someone had cranked up a dial. “Wha–I, uh, that’s weird, I have no idea–”

“Mmrrrooooooowww,” Fukunaga interrupted in an uncanny imitation of a cat, lifting both his hands to mime scratching something.

The room erupted in roars of laughter. Yamamoto appeared to be crying from laughing so hard, while Yaku was snickering into his hand.

“Ooohhh, did your cat scratch you? Make sure you disinfect that!” Lev said.

The laughter only got worse after that, while Lev looked utterly confused. Kuroo yanked his shirt on to hide the incriminating evidence.

“You’re all terrible,” Kuroo said.

“You fit right in, then,” said Kenma. “Seriously, I did not need that image in my head, Kuro.”

“It’s not my fault, _____ just–”

“Nope! Not listening!”

Kenma quickly plugged his earbuds in, effectively checking out of the conversation.

“Okay but I was serious, though,” Lev said, remaining blissfully oblivious, “I had a cat scratch get super infected once! You should put some ointment on it, Captain!”

Kuroo turned around and slammed his head against the locker while Kai put a hand on Lev’s shoulder and said something to him in low tones. Lev’s eyebrows slowly lifted closer and closer to his hairline.

“Oooooohh!”

I am smiling SO WIDE right now! Asahi’s is my favorite!!

Can I have drabbles/scenarios of the GOM playing with their daughter please? It could be a range between playing house, tea party, or fairytale story where their daughter’s the princess and the GoM member is the prince saving her from dragons. I thought it’d be really cute :3 Thanks (^ -^)

bokunobaesket:

OF COURSEE!

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Akashi:

Because he had far from a perfect childhood he tries very hard to keep a balance between work and bonding time, so when his daughter asked him to repeat Alice in the Wonderland for the third time, he sighed but relented to her command.

By the time he got to the final chapter, she yawned.

“Are you tired?” Akashi asked, setting the book aside. His daughter shuffled in the blanket and looked up at him with big eyes. He didn’t need anything else to know that the answer was no.

“I want to draw the Cheshire cat, father.” She said before excitedly jumping off the bed.

“Okay.” Akashi glanced at the clock. It was still early but he knew young children must have their rest. “Not with paint, though. It would take a while to clean up.”

“Deal.” His daughter eagerly grabbed the water colours from the table before sprawling herself on the floor. Akashi made his way towards her, his eyes shifting around the room.

The walls were lined with pictures and artwork – he wanted a reminder of every memory, every significant moment. Because he wanted his daughter to have what he never did. Love, affection, appreciation.

Akashi watched ink spill onto paper as they both individually worked on their art piece. He finished his in a short while.

“How is your art going, darling?” He asked, but earned no reply.

Confused, he tore his eyes away from his project only to see his daughter’s head on her arm and the steady rise and fall of her body.

He smiled to himself before picking her up and tucking her back in the bed.

“Goodnight, my angel. Sleep well.”

It was back to work for him now.

Akashi switched the lights off before exiting the room. Ever since he met you, everyday had felt like a blessing. Especially now that they had a daughter who he promised to give everything to.

He had everything he could have hoped for.

A family.

And he could not be happier.

Aomine:

Aomine looked down at his robes made out of old curtain and how it wrapped loosely around his pyjamas. It smelt a little odd but he had worn it for long enough for his nose to get used to the smell. Then he looked at the wooden horse next to him, rocking gently. He never fully sat on it, afraid that it was going to break from his weight.

Then finally at the little girl in front of him, with radiant eyes that sparkled as she jumped from one couch to another.

“Wait I forgot!” She stopped in her tracks and skipped towards him.

The young girl placed a paper tiara on top of her father’s head. Aomine positioned it so that it circled his head comfortably, but no matter how much he shifted it, it was made way too small for his liking.

“Now you’re a real prince!” She clapped her hands and giggled, taking her place at the top of the couch again. Then she slipped.

“I’m falling!”

Aomine’s hands were still on his paper crown, adjusting and shifting when his little girl face planted onto the floor. He choked.

“Gaaah!” He rushed over to her, picking her up.

“I’m okay!” She held her thumbs up and grinned. He let out a sigh of relief.

He wouldn’t know what to do if his daughter was seriously hurt. And he wouldn’t know how to deal with your fury.

“Again.” She declared, taking her place.

He was ready this time. He watched as she purposefully twisted her foot so that she’d fall.

Now!

“I’m falling into the- the…” She trailed off and tapped her chin as she struggled to remember the right word.

“The…” Aomine’s eyes darted around, scanning for words in his head, “The lava!”

“Yeah, the lava!”

He watched as his little girl flailed her arms around. Her eyes grew wide as she pointed at a still bolster.

“No! Watch out for the dragon, Prince Charming!”

Aomine had a bit of trouble visualizing the pale white bolster as a fire breathing dragon but he went along with it, grunting as he lurched forward, tackling his daughter onto the couch.

“Watch me slay the dragon, Princess of the… Uh… The East!” Aomine found himself shouting, grabbing a pen and stabbing the bolster repeatedly. It folded before falling off the chair it was placed on.

“Hooray!” His daughter exclaimed excitedly, jumping onto her father’s back. She too, was filled with energy and adrenaline – just like he was when he was a child. He could never just stay still.

“Hooray.” He echoed with a smile. She was his pride and joy. At first he was hesitant, but once he saw how her eyes were an eerie but beautiful reminder of yours and her hair a perfect imitation of his, there was nothing he was more sure about.

Kise:

He loved being the stay home dad because of his modelling career. Because that meant he had time to spend with his daughter. The centre of his world.

“Can I look now?” Kise opened one eye, only to earn a hard but playful slap on his head.

“No!” His daughter shrieked.

“Ow!” He complained, reaching out to rub his head only to feel her slap his hand away.

She reminded him of you, even at this young age. The adoring smile that made him so happy but also how it would disappear when things don’t go as planned.

“You’re taking longer than usual, you know.” He huffed, forcing his eyes back shut. His daughter had been playing with his hair for who knows how long – something she very much enjoyed doing.

“I’m trying something new, dad.” She said. He couldn’t see her but her voice was full of concentration.

Kise sighed, “You expect me to do the same to your hair after this?”

“Yeah, of course.” His daughter was grinning. She knew of his Generation of Miracles stories and his ‘super power’ that he was so proud of.

Then, she spun his hair around so that he was facing the mirror. He took this as a cue to open his eyes.

“This is what’s called the diamond weave.”

It never failed to amaze him how she could do such a thing with his medium length hair.

“It’s so pretty, ____-cchiii!~ I’m so proud of you!” He gushed, engulfing his daughter in a hug.

“Now you do mine dad!” She had a wide grin as she sat cross legged on the floor. “I expect it to be a bazillion times better!”

“You set way too high expectations, ____-cchi.” Kise studied his own hair in the mirror, every curve and every twist. He never wanted to disappoint his daughter.

“I only set high expectations because I believe in you.” She replied and Kise chuckled because that was something you always said to him.

“Well I’ll exceed those expectations. Every time.” He promised before starting to work on her hair.

Midorima:

“Marry me?” Midorima’s 7-year-old daughter said in a deep voice as she held a Ken doll in one hand, and a Barbie doll in another.

“Of course!” She said in a higher pitch, rocking the Barbie doll side-to-side.

Midorima watched with his eyebrows scrunched together, a confused look written all over his face.

“Now, dad!” His daughter whispered, and he snapped out of it. He picked up a toy bell the size of two fingers and sounded it. His daughter gave him a long hard look before groaning.

“Daaad! This is where you say the husband and wife part.”

“Right. Sorry, I was a little distracted.” He apologized before proceeding with the ceremony.

He cleared his throat, “Barbie, do you take Ken as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do!”

“Ken, do you take Barbie as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do!”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Midorima finished, but his daughter was frowning.

He immediately wondered if he did something wrong.

“I don’t want to make them kiss, it’s… yucky.” She shuddered, earning a laugh from her father. He remembered what he thought of marriage and affection when he was her age.

Unnecessary.

“What do boys and girls do after marriage, dad?”

Midorima paled. You should be the one to have the birds-and-bees talk with her. Not. Him.

Mostly because he would fumble with his words a lot and would not know how to explain everything in proper terms without sounding like an awkward mess.

And the fact that his daughter just turned 7.

“Well t-they live together, li-like your mother and I.” He stated simply, adjusting his glasses frame. He cleared his throat again.

“And…” She urged.

He gulped, before standing up hurriedly. He knew you would do a much better job in his current position.

“Well, I suppose we have to find your mother now.”

Murasakibara:

The house always smelt of cinnamon, vanilla and sugar due to Murasakibara’s love for pastries and food. One day he decided that store bought snacks weren’t cutting it anymore.

He was more than ecstatic when his daughter started to show the same passion as him. His eyes gleamed when she told him she wanted to be a pastry chef as well.

“It’s tea time!” He heard a cheery call from the other room. He headed over, carrying the sweets he had made all morning.

Sometimes they would make cream puffs and tarts together before setting them on an elegant silver afternoon tea table. Then they would both take their places facing each other, surrounded by a stuffed brown bear which she called Almond, a broccoli which she called Broccoli and last but not least, a furry unidentifiable toy named Snowball.

But today she had slept in, and it was up to him to work on the treats.

“Would you like some tea, Papa?” The little girl questioned. She had a tiara on her head and a tutu skirt.

“Ah? Yes, I do. And some scones, thanks, ____.” Murasakibara said.

She placed a scone on her dad’s plate, and then on her own. She took a bite and made a sour face.

Murasakibara’s eyes grew wide at the reaction.

“Weak vanilla flavour, I don’t like this brand of milk and you need more sugar, dad.” Her eyes were closed as she swirled the food around in her mouth.

Now normally, if anyone said that to him, his response would be

“I’ll crush you.”

But since it was his daughter, his eye only slightly twitched before he pushed himself off the chair.

“Are you challenging me to another cooking competition?” He questioned. He was sure he put exact ingredient servings.

“Bring it on!” His daughter declared, getting up on her feet too. “Race you to the kitchen!”

She made a quick dash before Murasakibara could reply. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. She was a lot to handle, especially for a lazy bum like him. But he wasn’t at all troubled, not even one bit.

He tied his hair up into a ponytail, which reflected that he was getting serious before following his daughter into the kitchen. He saw how she had already gathered her ingredients into a small circle on the counter. The ingredients she had assembled told him that there would be a lot of cleaning up after this.

“Get ready to lose again, dad!” She exclaimed.

“Me? Lose?” He pointed to himself, “We’ll see.”

The score was 3-2, not in his favour.

They both didn’t like losing.

Like father, like daughter.

Kuroko:

“Number two, go, go, go!” The young girl squealed, flapping her hand everywhere to get the fur ball to move.

Kuroko’s ears perked up at the sound of his daughter’s voice echoing throughout the hallway. His lips tugged into a small smile.

Number two spotted him and wagged its tail, barking cheerily as it ran towards him. Kuroko placed his pointer on his lips, and the dog quieted down.

“Where could ____ be, Number two?” He wondered out loud.

A stifled giggle followed.

He wasn’t sure why the young girl liked this game so much. She could never stay hidden for more than 30 seconds, but sometimes he would drag the game out longer for her entertainment.

He tiptoed towards her hiding place and thought he saw something flash to his side. He took a momentary glance but saw nothing. Kuroko took a rapid final step, “Got you!”

And how confused he was when there was no one behind that corner.

“Got you.” Kuroko jumped at the voice behind him.

“I … didn’t see you there.” He stated.

“I know. I read your books.” The little girl had a smile as she held up books on magic tricks and lines of vision.

In that moment Kuroko felt nothing but pride and happiness. He had never, ever been startled by anyone – especially because he would always notice them before they noticed him.

“You didn’t get to catch me this time. Are you proud?” She was smiling from ear to ear.

Number two chimed in with a bark and a tail wag. She picked him up.

Kuroko patted his daughter’s hair, “Yes. I am. Very, very proud, in fact.”

Cute fluffy GOM!!

How about a pumpkin patch date imagine with Ennoshita or Asahi, whoever the inspiration comes for? ❤️❤️❤️

imagine-that-haikyuu:

why not both, since i love them both dearly! (and we never get anything for ennoshita, i’m so happy to write for him!)

anyway, how about those strong boys? like, ennoshita’s first name literally means “power” and he can literally carry noya and tanaka by their shirt collars at the same time. i don’t think we give him enough credit at all

if you like what i do and want to show your support, consider supporting me on ko-fi! money is tight right now, and i could use the help!

– admin rachel lauren

Ennoshita

“How about…this one?!”

You grunt, lifting the pumpkin by its bottom to show off to Ennoshita. It’s strange; you swore it looked much lighter than it was. That or you weren’t as strong as you thought you were. Either way, Ennoshita takes it out of your hands with more grace, earning a sigh of relief from you.

He should have no problem carrying it under one arm, while holding your hand with his free hand while the two of you walk back to the pay station.

“It’s kind of small,” he says. “It might be harder to carve a good picture into it. We could probably get a bigger one.”

Part of you wishes he was only teasing, but his expression is too genuine for that to be true. He’s probably right, though. Since you want to carve a more intricate face into your jack o’lantern, a bigger pumpkin might be for the best. But you there’s no way you’ll be able to pick up anything heavier than the one you just handed over to him.

“Okay, but you’ll have to carry it,” you sigh. “With two hands.”

Ennoshita cocks an eyebrow at your remark. At this point, he can read you well; he knows you’re not sighing because you can’t carry it on your own. “What?”

Keep reading

So cute!!!!!

some Tendou nobody asked for

nishinoyyaa:

I wrote this as a warm up, and I kind of like it, here you go.

Written with the sentence prompt; “Bite me.” “If you insists.”

The glow from the tv is the only light in the cozy
room. Outside, chilly air blows and the
moon hangs high in the sky. But, inside,
Satori holds his girlfriend close. He
invited her over to spend the night with him in his dorm, to binge all their
favorite horror movies. They’re three
movies deep, and the clock is nearing 2:30 AM.
The couple relaxes on his futon, a puffy blanket draped over their
laps. His arm around her waist, she sits
close to him, resting against his side.

“Why
are we watching this one?” Satori asks
her, yawning.

“Because
it’s my favorite.” She answers plainly.

“This is your favorite? It’s lame.”
He responds, giving her a snarky side eye.

She
looks away from him. “Bite me.” She mumbles sarcastically.

Seeing
his opportunity, he leans towards her ear, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. His lips brush against the shell of her ear
when he says, “If you insist…” Her eyes
widen at his words. Her mind swirls to
try to formulate a flirty reply, but Satori has taken her earlobe between his
teeth. She takes in a breath when she
feels his hot breath fan across her cheek.
She prays he doesn’t see the blush that ignites her cheeks, or feel the
heat that rushes to her face.

“Are
you blushing, hm?” He asks, his voice
smooth.

“Wha-no!” Is her panicked response.

Satori’s
hands firmly grip her hips, the sudden touch making her gasp. He pulls her onto his lap, and although she’s
on top of him, he still towers over her small body. “Don’t lie.”
He laughs. Thin fingers press
into the back of her neck, urging her towards him, and she does not resist. The playful glint in his eyes darken. Satori’s lips are back on her ear. “Are you blushing?” He asks again. His voice light and mischievous, but the
tightening grip on her neck tells her again; ‘Don’t lie.’ He drags his
lips up her neck, stopping to nip below her earlobe.

“Yes.” She murmurs, her blush deepening.

“I
know.”

This is a great short piece!

Request for a romantic scenario with Wakamatsu! Maybe an autumn theme, something similar to Cantabile (spelling might be wrong sorry). If you pick this let me know if you need more details.

baesketballers:

This might be weird or inaccurate since we don’t have fall at this side of the world, but hopefully it’s still enjoyable!

Plug-ins: Commissions are wide open!

THE BOUNTY OF FALL

“These leaves,” you say, gesturing at the golden blanket of leaves covering the empty playground, “are begging to be raked.”

Wakamatsu looks at you suspiciously, eyes narrowed.

The two of you were on an innocent walk with Basil. your Belgian sheepdog when you stumbled upon the vast playground, completely void of any human presence despite the colorful slides, see-saws, and swings. He presumes the bright colors and the sight of animal-shaped rockers (the duck-shaped one looks weirdly cute, he mentally admits) sparked the child in you. You wander closer, and your boyfriend has no choice but to follow you since your canine companion is eagerly trailing behind, tugging the leash in his hand.

“You mean, you want to rake the leaves?” He asks, the idea a bit incredulous to him. Raking leaves can be a chore, but one that can obviously be avoided since it is a public space—maybe the cleaner isn’t scheduled to come today. The two of you quietly wonder why there aren’t any kids playing outside. Perhaps the weather is too chilly for them, or do they have midterms to worry about?

You look around to see, coincidentally and conveniently, a rake leaning against the side of a crawl tube.

Wakamatsu sees you turn around to look at him, your best, sweetest grin on your face complete with some eyelash-batting. Your dog starts pacing around for no reason, almost twisting the leash in his hand, and he swears the two of you are the worst (or best, depending on how you look at it) human-dog crime partners in the whole wide world. After all, who can reject that look on your face? His heart melts every time he sees it—not that he’ll admit it to you, of course.

“Can we please?”

“Can we please what?” He asks back, still finding the whole notion a bit silly. “Rake the leaves?”

“Yeah, so we can jump in the pile of leaves later!”

Why did he not see this coming is beyond him.

As if he could understand human speech, Basil stands up on his hind legs to put his front paws on Wakamatsu’s thighs. The blonde’s heart stopped beating entirely at the display of cuteness in front of him—Basil’s kind are smart dogs, but he never would have thought that they are smart enough to manipulate humans in such a manner.

He sighs before offering a consenting nod.

Then, like a seven-year-old, you dash toward the rake with a loud “YES!” before beginning to scrape at the ground with the tool as if you are in a frenzy. Maybe you really are in a frenzy, he thinks as he watches with amusement before deciding to rid Basil of his leash. Like you, he runs around excitedly, not helping out but definitely adding to the entertainment.

Wakamatsu walks closer to you before grabbing the rake.

“If it makes you so happy, let me do it.”

You almost let out a gasp, but he can tell you’re surprised.

“Are you serious?”

“You think?” He retorts, trying to sound dismissive as he robs you of the rake, proceeding to collect more leaves. You are right: there are so many leaves on the playground and the crrrunch that each makes as he steps on one slowly becomes addictive.

“Thank you,” you say with a giggle, approaching him for an unexpected kiss that is square on the lips. Though you have been together for quite some time, Wakamatsu still finds himself blushing at the display of affection, something that you like to tease him about (much to his dismay). He continues on raking as if nothing happened.

You tried helping out by gathering up some leaves in your arms before dumping them on the pile that he raked, while Basil frolicked around chasing squirrels or butterflies—or both at the same time. Sweet, sweet boy. Before long the two of you have congregated the red-yellow leaves into what looks like a small hill that is at least as high as your knees.

First he is wiping at his damp temple after taking off the scarf around his neck, but the next thing he knows is you pulling him down by the wrist to the pile of newly raked leaves. The two of you fall flat on your faces, you laughing at Wakamatsu’s surprised “oomph!” as he collides. It takes a while for him to gather himself, shaking his head to get rid of the smaller pieces that are stuck in his hair, but then he looks at you with a reprimanding smirk. How he manages to scold you while looking so gorgeous is beyond you.

Scooping some leaves into your arms, you throw them up in the air, letting them rain down on the two of you. Wakamatsu feels slightly disgruntled for the first few seconds as his efforts in grooming himself just a moment ago is effectively nullified, but then he relents, grabbing your shoulder to make you lean against him. You chuckle, wrapping your arms around him before brushing your lips against his.

“The leaves are like crunchy beanies,” you whisper, and he can’t help but let out a chuckle of his own.

“So romantic,” he sarcastically replies, “talk dirty to me more, babe, it turns me on,” to which you give him a light slap on his shoulder. The two of you share a laugh.

Then he’s caressing your cheeks so gently, eyes gazing into yours with a kind of softness only you are allowed to see, and you are kissing each other before you know it, exchanging light breaths and pants on top of a golden bed. He has his hand on your waist, naughtily sliding up under your shirt as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You wonder where the shyness he exhibited when you kissed him goes, because now he is absolutely intent in devouring you.

The moment breaks when Basil runs over to the two of you, jumping on the leaves like a human child would before licking at your face happily. The three of you stay in the so-called ‘crunchy beanie’ (Wakamatsu swears you need to stop calling it that) for a while, watching the sky turn darker in the late afternoon. Wakamatsu presses his lips against your ear when he whispers.

“Let’s go home.”

In return, you nudge your nose with his in a sweet Eskimo Kiss, before reluctantly getting up.

Super cute! Thank you!

Finally – dasfreefree – Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

imagine-that-haikyuu:

dasfreefree:

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M

Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Relationship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader
Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Kindaichi Yuutarou, Watari Shinji, Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Mutual Pining, Birthday, Gift Fic, Fluff
Summary: Iwaizumi has a crush on you. You have a crush on Iwaizumi. Kindaichi has a plan to get you two together.

happiest of birthdays to my twin @gabbaray!!! i hope i was able to catch it before the day is out in your current time zone! i love you, sis!

and here’s the fic i wrote for gaby, who’s a friend of mine and a friend of the blog and also has a birthday today! happy birthday again!

– admin rachel lauren

This is so cute!! Happy birthday to you both!

Finally – dasfreefree – Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

Head canons for the HQ Captains (-Daishou) + Sugawara, Tanaka, and Ennoshita (I don’t think that’s more than 10 people) on how they spend their Halloween! Please include if they dress up and what their costumes are! Thanks!

kuroosarium:

Hi, I’m sorry this took me sooo long!! Thank you for requesting, I appreciate it a lot ♥ It’s exactly 10 characters so no worries 😀

HALLOWEEN HEADCANONS

Sawamura

Daichi isn’t all too much into Halloween,
given he’s more into action movies than horror movies and such the like.
But if any of his friends would suggest dressing up and/or going to a Halloween party
or something like that, he’d gladly agree. Because spooking around in
silly/scary costumes is much more fun in a group. If he was to dress up he
would probably choose a comic character like captain America or Thor (I
headcanon him being a huge Marvel/DC fan).

Alternatively Daichi would just spend his evening at home doing
the things he usually does or he would invite Sugawara to watch some really bad
horror movies together.

Sugawara

Okay so I headcanon that sugawara is low-key a huge horror
movie nerd and has watched every thing there is to watch on horror movies or
horror comedies. Thus he’s also very into Halloween and basically forces
all of his close friends to dress up and go out on Halloween. He’sd make Asahi
dress up as either a mummy or Van Helsing lmao

He himself would most likely want to go as a zombie (but
like a good zombie; very realistic and a lot of theatre blood), because he’s a
huge fan of the walking dead and 28 days later etc. (he also loves sci-fi
horror like the thing or the alien franchise).

He insists on his friends (especially Daichi) accompanying
him to whatever he has planned on Halloween, but will go by himself if none of
the have the time or simply don’t want to. Preferably he’d like to go to a
theme park. (Idk if theme parks everywhere do that, but here they hold horror
events every year in favor of Halloween.)

Tanaka

Ho boy, Tanaka and Nishinoya have an annual ritual. Each
year they’ll dress up as super scary clowns, and place themselves
somewhere on a rather lively street in their neighborhood. Then they just wait
for somebody to walk by, and will either just creepily stare at them or
actually scare them by suddenly jumping onto them or following them a few blocks (they’ll leave elderly people
alone though). (similar to the clowns in
DM Pranks’ Killer Clowns

videos, just not as crazy)

He love scaring people, especially children and fellow
teenagers. They once tried their thing on the third years, and while Asahi
almost died from an heart attack, Daichi wasn’t scared a bit, and swore them
that he and Sugawara would scare them shitless next year.

Ennoshita

He’s not necessarily the biggest Halloween enthusiast, but he definitely loves costume parties. Ennoshita is always the first one to either suggest going or to agree on coming to a Halloween party. He hasn’t spent a Halloween at home in years, and always looks out for the most promising party/event.

Ennoshita is one of the biggest Disney nerds, but is also very fond of comics. Thus he dresses up as one of his favourite characters rather than something Halloween typical like ghosts, vampires etc. And his costumes are always top notch, because he really cares about fabric quality and the like.

He looks strangely hot in a Peter Pan costume btw

Oikawa

Halloween isn’t a big deal for him, but if he’s asked to
join an event or a party he’ll definitely show up. He will only dress up after
he has made sure that it’s an actual costume party where most, if not all
people dress up (doesn’t want to make a fool of himself). Oikawa would probably go for the plain vampire look (I know
that he was dressed up as vampire in this years official Halloween art, and I
can just totally see him doing that. It just suits him imo)

If he has nothing planned, he’ll do whatever he would have
done every other night. Studying, reading, watching TV, practicing, you name
it.

Kuroo

This boy loves Halloween! On Halloween he’ll either invite
some friends over to his place to hold a horror movie marathon or he’ll go out
with them roaming shibuyas streets (have you seen shibuya on Halloween ? It’s
fascinating…and weird). He might even go trick or treating just for the fun of it (or to
get Kenma out of his house?). Either way, he enjoys seeing all kinds of people
in costumes going around scaring people, and he loves it even more to get
scared by other people, because he will 100% try to scare them back.

On a more personal note, he prefers staying inside having
the movie marathon, but he won’t refuse to accompany his friends if they have
anything planned.

Bokuto

Another Halloween enthusiast! While he’s all for other people
trying to scare him like Kuroo, Bokuto is easily scared. Like, he’s not
actually scared of the costume or anything , but he’s very easy to startle. And
when he does get startled by something or someone everybody gets a good laugh
out of it, except for Bokuto himself, who’s going to be all mopey for at least an
hour afterwards.

He’d want to be some kind of animal on Halloween, so he’d
most likely dress up as a werewolf or bigfoot.

Kuroo still invites him to his movie marathons out of politeness,
because even though they’re fairly good friends he hates that Bokuto tends to
talk way too much during horror movies, or all kind of movies honestly.

Ushijima

Doesn’t really care about the occasion, and just minds his
own business. Tendou has tried several times to convince him to tag along to a Halloween
party, but as soon as Tendou mentioned that he had to put on a costume he politely
declined and wished him lots of fun without him.

Though, he finds it amusing to watch the majority of the
students walk around the schoolyard in costumes. (well the ones that live in the student dorms)

Terushima

Terushima is the one throwing the party lmao

He’s isn’t the
biggest fan of everything related to horror, but wants to use Halloween as an
opportunity to throw a party. (Mostly just to invite cute girls and to tell
them that it’s a costume party so they would have to dress up)

He puts minimal effort in his costume, and just looks for a
reasonably scary mask. (Michael Meyers or Jason maybe?)

Moniwa

He likes movies like scary movie or shaun of the dead, and
will spend his evening watching those kind of movies, either alone or with some
buddies. He knows for a fact that Futakuchi will be throwing a Halloween party,
and that he and the majority of the team are invited, but he chooses to stay
home and enjoy his evening with some movies, given he’s not that much of an
party animal anyway.

These were great! Thanks for doing them!

GOM reading reader inserts with their favorite character which is the reader maybe?

imagine-knb:

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA

KUROKO: He’s so silent and poker-faced when reading his stories about you that he could do it in public. No one would know. He could be reading about the news, for all anyone knew. But inside, like with any good book, he’s deeply engrossed in the world that the author created. A world where you were in love with him and said things to him that he could only dream of. Reading these kind of fics were one of Kuroko’s favorite pastimes.

KISE: He reads the entire time with his hands on his face. It feels hot, and his heart is beating fast. Kise got really into it when it was you, his favorite character in the whole world. Every move you made, every sweet word that was written in-story made Kise squeal…a little too loudly. When it came to smut fic, Kise literally would shout out loud at the screen, things like “____cchi, that’s too lewd~!” His sisters have to bang on the wall and scream at him to keep it down.

AOMINE: He pretends to only be peeking at these sort of fics, but the truth is he gets pulled into them pretty quickly. Especially when they were written in-character, it was easy to imagine you saying and doing those things. Embarrassingly, the smut fics were Aomine’s favorite– the good ones really got him going, but only because he was so obsessed with you. Though he’d die before he told anyone because the idea of it sounded so lame.

MIDORIMA: Even though it wasn’t real, and Midorima knew that, he still began to blush during the fics. Any fics, whether sweet or dirty, he felt flustered reading it. It didn’t stop him from reading, though. One thing he does is really cling onto a line or phrase from the story that stuck with him, and then he finds himself repeating it out loud. “I knew from the beginning that you were special.” He reads it to himself. He was so immersed and he didn’t even realize it.

MURASAKIBARA: When he was infatuated with a character, like he was with you currently, then there’s no stopping him. He’d find fanart, fanfic, whatever there was and consume it. Imagining you doing certain things admittedly made him smile and sometimes get upset too. There was only love and hate in Mura’s mind, and he loved you. “That was stupid.” He’d say at the end of reading it, but who was he kidding? He was going to read more tomorrow night.

AKASHI: He looked really serious while reading them, even if the content was quite silly. The servants knew not to bother him during this time. Akashi put you on such a pedestal that any reader-insert about you was worth reading. Sometimes, you were very in-character, and it was a nice feeling to imagine you being in love with him. But at the end of the day, Akashi pulled himself away with a bit of sadness in his heart because he knew it wasn’t ever gonna be real.

So funny, I love it!

Sugar Cookie; Chapter 1 Tendou x Reader coffee shop au

nishinoyyaa:

I worked really hard on this first chapter, I hope I got Tendou’s character right. More of his personality will come out in later chapters. Special thanks to @vball-baes-bball-babes and @guessmonsta for giving me advice and helping me out, I really appreciate it!

Sneakers crunch fallen
leaves that lay on the pavement. The
Autumn sun sits in the sky, chilly wind rustles tree branches. Satori’s long shadow trails behind him as he
walks. He hums along to the smooth music
flowing from his headphones. Already a
month and a half into college, he’s started to fall into a routine. His classes for the day are over, and he’s
walking the six blocks to the coffee shop he works at. The cafe, Lili’s Beans and Bakery, is a hot
spot for college students. The drinks
are good and not too expensive, and the atmosphere is cozy and cute.

During his first week at
school, he was desperate to get out of his room. His class schedule is busy, but he had too
much down time for his liking. Without
volleyball, he was lost, he didn’t know what to do with himself. On a walk meant to clear his head, he passed
the warm glow of Lili’s, and on an impulse, stumbled inside. After ordering a coffee and sitting for a
while, he became attached to the place.
He imagined himself behind the counter, busily mixing and pouring
drinks. A part of him has always thought
being a barista would be cool. Without a
second thought, he asked the cashier if they were hiring. He filled out an application, met with the
owner, and started training all within two days. Satori immediately fell in love with the
work, and he does it well. He feels like
an artist whenever he finishes making a cup for someone. He works the closing shifts, from four pm to
nine pm, every other day. He does most
of his studying and school work there, too.
Satori spends about 75% of his time at Lili’s.

He reaches the small shop
and pushes the door open, taking off his headphones as he enters. The little bell above the door chimes,
signaling Satori’s arrival. Inside is
warm and busy, the whole shop is buzzing with conversation, and the smell of
coffee and tea swirls in the air. Satori
breathes the warm scents in deeply. Students
sit in groups, chatting, others sit alone, typing at their laptops, and a group
sit next to the flickering fire place.
There isn’t a single empty table.
A few professors sit at the bar, papers and a drink in front of them.

Satori slips behind the
counter and through the door leading to the back. He hangs up his backpack, washes his hands, and
takes his apron. He drapes it over his
neck and ties it behind his back as he walks back out. “Ryuu!”
He greets his friend cheerily.

“Satori! What’s up!?”
Ryuunosuke looks over, giving him a toothy grin. “I’m nearly finished counting the register,”
he looks back down at the bills stacked on the counter. “it’s pretty busy today, I can stay to help
you if you need me.”

“Hm, it’s nothing I can’t
handle.” Satori laughs, rolling up his
sweater sleeves.

“Alright, dude.” As neatly as he can, Ryuu returns the bills
to the register. He gives Satori a pat
on the back as he walks past him, into the back. Neither of them were expecting to end up at
the same college, or to work the same job, and they definitely weren’t
anticipating getting along as well as they do.
At first, things between them were tense and awkward, but as they got to
know each other better they realized they have a lot in common, and have been
becoming great friends. Ryuu and Yuu
always invite Satori along for all their shenanigans and study sessions. Satori likes them because they’re
amusing. They’re rambunctious but also
laid back, they don’t see him as an outsider or a weirdo. They think he’s cool.

Satori wipes down the
counter and puts a few dishes in the sink to be washed later. A group of students approaches the
register. With a polite smile he asks,
“Hello, what can I get for you?” He
takes their orders and gets started.
Although he’s only been working at Lili’s for about a month, Satori has
become very good at making the various drinks, and rarely has to reference the
recipes.

“See you!” Ryuu shouts to him as he heads for the front
door.

“Bye!” Satori calls back as he rings up the
student’s orders.

As usual, his shift is
busy, but it goes by very fast for him. He
stirs and chatters away as the sun sets outside. The last hour of his shift is when it starts
to get boring for him. Not many people
come in to get coffee at eight pm on a Monday.
The only ones still left in the shop is a couple sitting in the far
corner on a plush couch, and a boy typing frantically on his laptop. Satori watches him for a bit, noticing the
way he keeps checking his watch and running his hand through his hair. He chuckles softly to himself, but begins to
grow bored and uninterested. Satori
sighs, resting his chin in his hand and leaning onto the counter. He chews his lip and his eyelids droop. He’s pulled out of his trance when the little
bell chimes. A new customer now? His eyes
shift to the door.

A girl has walked
in. A girl he’s never seen here or on
campus before. Satori drinks in her appearance. A scarf is wrapped tightly around her neck to
block out the cold wind, her hands snug in her jacket pockets. The tip of her nose and the apples of her
cheeks are pink from the cold. She has a
purse hanging from her shoulder, nearly as big as her. She wears glasses, the color of her frames
complimenting the shade of her hair, which is slightly tousled by the
wind. She shuts the door behind her and stands
in front of it, looking around the shop.
He can’t deny that she’s cute, he stares at her, fascinated.

He doesn’t look away when
her eyes meet his. Her eyes are curious
behind her lenses. He curls his lips
into a goofy smile, and stands up straight, his hands resting on the counter. She approaches the register. Her chin tilts upward to read the chalk board
menu on the wall above him. He watches
her eyes. They scan over the words
quickly, darting from side to side. “Can
I…” She starts, still thinking. ‘Delightful’ is the only word Satori can
think of to describe her voice. “Can I
get a caramel macchiato with a double shot of espresso?” Her voice is soft, but not weak. She looks back into his eyes.

“A double shot of
espresso this late?” He says to her, one
of his thin eyebrows raising. Curious to
see if she’ll play along.

At his question, she
gives him a little smile. “Yeah.” She
breaths out a soft laugh. “This essay
isn’t going to finish itself.”

His eyes widen, just a bit. Her breath of a laugh sends a happy shiver through
him. She’s
funny.

She hands him her credit card,
and he notices the dark purple polish on her nails. After swiping, he looks down at it, and reads
her whole name aloud. “Do you go to
school around here?” He asks, handing
her card back to her.

“I do. I’ve actually seen you around campus.” She replies, smiling again, much to his delight. She takes her card from him and sits down at
the empty bar, setting her bag down in the tall chair next to her.

“Huh? Really?”
She has piqued Satori’s interest.

She nods. “Yeah.”
His surprise must have shown on his face, because she chuckles and adds,
“Your hair is easy to recognize.” with a
casual shrug. He smiles crookedly.

He opens a cabinet behind
him, getting started on her order. As he
selects a mug for he decides to tease her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you, your hair is a little normal.” He glances behind him to see her reaction.

This time, her laugh is
loud, her smile wide. “I came here for a
coffee, wasn’t planning on being judged.”
Her cheeks are pinched pink.
Satori is pleasantly surprised, he likes her honest sass. He admires anyone who can keep up with his
game of teasing.

From memory, he fixes her
coffee. The warm scent filling the
space. Every few seconds, his eyes dart
back to her. She’s pulled out her
laptop, and she types with a steady rhythm, pausing occasionally to read over
what she’s written. She concentrates,
her eyebrows furrowing slightly. As he
slides her the warm mug he asks, “What essay have you been putting off to the
last minute?”

She looks up at him, the
light from her laptop screen reflecting in her glasses. She sighs, and sits back in her chair. She reaches out for the mug. “It’s for this boring class, History of
English Literature, I have to write about how great Charles Dickens was.” She answers with a roll of her eyes.

“I can tell you’re very excited about Charles
Dickens.” Satori replies with a
sarcastic lilt to his voice. He rests
his hands on the counter. She responds
with a tired huff. She takes a sip of
the caramel macchiato, closing her eyes and breathing in the sweet scent. Cute…

“Are you an English
major?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

“Creative writing.” She responds.
“What about you?”

“Criminal psychology.”

“That’s really
cool.” She says, her smile
reappearing. She takes another generous
sip of her drink. “This is really good,
by the way.”

“I know.” She giggles at him, the sound bubbly and
light. It makes him dizzy. She turns her attention back to her laptop
screen, and he turns to the sink. Satori
hums a soft tune as he hand washes various dishes and mugs. His eyes travel to the clock on the wall
above the sink. 8:45. Satori cocks his neck
unnaturally to look back at her. “I hope
you’re nearly done, we’re closing in fifteen minutes.” She takes off her glasses to rub at her eyes.

“Perfect timing.” She says, closing her laptop. Satori steps over to take her empty mug. He wipes down the bar and counter as she
shoves her things into her bag. He slips
off his apron and heads to the door leading to the back room. “What’s your name?” He stops, glancing back at her.

“Satori.”

She slides off her seat
and stands in front of the bar. “Well, I’ll
see you around, Satori.” She smiles
warmly at him again, and turns to leave.
Satori watches her go. Her hear
bounces as she walks to the door, she tightens her scarf as she opens the
door. The bell chimes, and she’s
gone. Satori still stands, a smile growing
on his face. He likes the way his name
sounds when she says it. He wants to
hear her say it again.

Super cute start! I’m happy I could help!

Fluff!!!!!! Kasamatsu planning his proposal to his gf and his old team trying to help 😂

ourneverendingpossibilities:

“You should take her to dinner! Nothing says proposals better than food!”

“No way! Definitely do it outside! Make sure lots of people are around!”

“Kise… Moriyama….”

“What are you talking about Kise?! You just want to be there for when he does it! This is Kasamatsu we’re talking about!!!”

A gasp.

“I’ve got the best idea ever! Kasamatsu… Let me propose to ____-chan! you’ll ruin it!”

A loud sigh echoed through the room as Kise and Moriyama continued to bicker back and forth. Hayakawa, unsure how to help, just stood there, watching the ordeal.

Leaving Kasamatsu and Kobori to shake their heads.

“Ignore them, Kasamatsu.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“What am I gonna do?.. I made sure to take tomorrow off and basically forced ____ to do the same..”

He felt the box in his pocket, palms sweaty just thinking about the several ways he could propose to you.. But just the idea alone… It made him almost faint.

Until a hand clasped his shoulders.

“Listen to me, Kasamatsu.” Kobori starts, catching the ex-captain’s attention, “Whatever you do… ____-chan will like it… I’m confident she’ll say yes.. You just have to find the confidence to do it… Think of it in the same manner as leading us during a critical moment of a game.”

Kasamatsu raised an eyebrow, trying to understand the comparison.. To be confident enough to ask you to marry him…? He’s had plenty of experience leading his team to major tournaments..

But a lifetime commitment is MUCH different…

Still, he finds himself nodding, and heeding his friend’s advice.. After all, Kobori has never steered him wrong before…

///

He really should’ve listened to Moriyama…

That idiot probably would’ve done better at setting the mood to pop the question.. Instead, Kasamatsu is now wracking his brain, trying hard not to vomit, because seriously, he’s that nervous.. and he showed up almost half an hour early, in fear he’d be late to the dinner…

“Yukio!!”

Shit.

He turns to you, giving what he thinks is a convincing smile, scratching his head in nervousness. Oh, his mouth dries up the moment he catches you in that sparkling blue dress, and just the idea of proposing slips out the window.. He finds himself staring for so long, he doesn’t notice how you shift slightly, as if uncomfortable..

“W..What? Does it not look good?!”

He blinks, finding himself coming back to his senses, and grabs your hand, rubbing the back of it carefully.

“N…No.. I.. I mean..” He sighs, giving a soft smile, “You’re so beautiful _____.. That dress really suits you…”

Your cheeks flares at his compliments, looking away before he could see the nervousness in your eyes.. And man.. He looks just as handsome in his dark blue suit.. You try to wrack your brain, wondering if today was an important date, but you come up empty.

“…Y..You look handsome yourself..” you muster, turning to him and smiling.

He can’t help himself.. he knows he should wait for the dinner at least, because he had the idea all planned out in his head.. but that moment, with you staring at him with that smile, and how your eyes twinkled with love… He finds the words leaving his lips without his consent

“Marry me.”

You pause, eyes widening at his words, unsure if you heard him right… W…What..?? H…He wants to… M…Marry you…??

He feels the stares from a few people, but tugs on your hand, pulling you to the corner of the restaurant, getting on his knee and popping open the box containing the ring.

“I.. I mean it ____.. I want you to marry me.. I want you to become Mrs. Kasamatsu.”

A hand covers your mouth, muffling the gasp as a few tears slip down your cheeks.. A…as if he’d propose in such a way… In front of people at a restaurant…

You find yourself smiling brightly, tugging on his tux into a passionate but tender kiss. It lasted for a few seconds, before you pulled back, letting out a light laugh as you tried to make sense of everything. But you didn’t have to when your eyes opened.

Just seeing his happiness was more than enough, and when you held out your hand, he got the message, slipping the gold band on your ring finger.

“Y…Yes…!! I.. I’ll be your Mrs. Kasamatsu…”

A yelp left your lips when he picked you up by the waist, holding you in the air for a few moments, before capturing your mouth once more. Your hands immediately found his shoulders, holding on as you basked in your moment..

The moment in which Kasamatsu was officially your fiance .

So cute!!!