Hi Tiacchi! I hope you’re doing okay ❤ Can I request Aomine and Kise accidentally injuring their s/o badly while they’re playing a one on one. Thank you!

ourneverendingpossibilities:

Hi sweetie! I’m doing alright! Thanks for asking ^^ Of course I can write this for you 😀

Aomine: “You could’ve said something, ____..”

You grunt, staring down at your ankle, that’s now throbbing and swelling at a fast pace… Seriously, how are you such a klutz?

“I didn’t think it would get this bad.. I felt a bit…. Off during the last defense… but I didn’t think it was a big deal…”

It makes him think of Kise, and how he overworked himself without letting anyone know… And that irks him.

“You’re not one of us _____. You can’t just push yourself because you don’t want to lose..”

Wait. He did not just say that…

You look up at him, since you couldn’t hold your weight anymore and just sat on the ground, casting him the best glare you could, despite the pain.

“I….. I didn’t push myself because I didn’t want to lose!” you hiss, watching his face for any reaction, “I did it so you’d have fun… because you’ve been saying the only time you have fun is when you play any of the miracles..”

You look at your hand, biting your lip.

“I just want to make you happy.”

Those words, spoken softly and twinged with pain, make Aomine feel guilty.. You looked so much smaller, so defenseless, and his urge to protect only grew stronger.. He let out a sigh, bending down to your level and placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“____, you DO make me happy… Showing interest in basketball is all I could ask for…” he hadn’t expected to learn you were a good player, despite not being gifted like him, “You don’t have to push yourself for my sake…”

He picks you up, before gently placing you on his back, mindful of your ankle.

“We should get it looked at… And our one-on-ones will be on hold for a while…”

You nod, burying your face in his neck as you wrap your arms around him. God, you feel stupid, thinking you could never make him happy.. A smile curls on your lips.

“….Thank you Daiki…”

He tries to not blush at the tone in your voice, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“I..I don’t know why you’re thanking me ____…” he mutters, “I’m the one who hurt you..”

You just shake your head, holding onto him tighter, “Don’t ask.. Just help me to the doctor’s, would you?”

He complies, still wondering why you’d thank him instead of yelling at him for being reckless.

Kise: He’d never seen so much blood.

There you sat, holding your nose, as red gushed from it like a waterfall. He was too focused on the one-on-one, he forgot just how strong he could be.. As he moved to dodge, his elbow smashed into your face, and everything just stopped.

The ball now laid on the ground, forgotten, as he bent in front of you, cupping your cheek.

“Shit… I’m sorry ____-cchi…”

You make a noise, whether it was a grunt or whine, you don’t know, but you open one eye, looking at his worried hues… Why is he so cute?

You hear a rip, and you find a piece of cloth replacing your hand, only to realize it’s part of his shirt.. O..Oh.. He helps you clean your hand of the blood, and he helps you to the bench, where he grabs some water and helps you drink it.

“Let me know if you need to see the doctor… I can take you there..”

All you can do is smile, because it still hasn’t dawned on you that Kise went from being a wild beast, to a gentle and worried teen.. And seeing him so kind and caring, despite the circumstances, is something you’ll never get tired of..

“That was your favourite shirt…”

He blinks, wondering where that nonsense came from, and cups your cheek once more.

“You’re my favourite person, ____… I can always replace the shirt, but I can’t replace you.”

You laugh, only to wince because the pain was too much, and you let out a frustrated sigh.

“We should go to the doctor, Ryouta.. I need to make sure you didn’t break my nose…”

He just nods, grabbing all your things, before carrying you in his arms. He adjusts your head to rest against his shoulder, making sure you have a good grip on the cloth.

“Just relax… I’ll get you there in one piece.”

These were so perfect! I can totally see both of them doing exactly as you described!

I’m so glad you’re back! Can I please have head canons of Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa and Aone adopting a pet with their s/o? I couldn’t find your rules so I hope I didn’t go over the character limit. Thank you!

haikyuu-plus:

[Rules are not visible when you’re on mobile (also because I didn’t put a link in my description), but Admin Jade is fine with our Karasuno third years!]

Sawamura:

Sawamura would try to raise his and his partner’s puppy early on, scolding it calmly whenever it accidentally peed on the floor or chewed up one of his shoes

At first he wouldn’t agree to it sleeping in their bed, but he would slowly come to accept it, after feeling it curled up on his side every single morning

He would probably take naps with the dog sleeping on his belly, and even though he would sometimes struggle to breath with each month of the puppy growing, he certainly wouldn’t want to miss it

Sugawara:

Sugawara wouldn’t mind getting something more exotic, agreeing with his partner that a parrot would make quite the interesting pet

Upon discovering that their pet had the talent to repeat certain sentences almost too perfectly, he would start teaching it different phrases -> he would mainly focus on compliments aimed at his partner and whenever the bird, sitting on his shoulder, repeated that his partner looked stunning, a cheeky grin would pull up the corners of his mouth

Sugawara also wouldn’t be able to hold back his laughter whenever the parrot left a poopy souvenir on Daichi’s back

Asahi:

He would agree that perhaps starting with something small was a good idea, since he would worry a lot about not being able to care for it properly

Asahi would let his partner choose one of the many hamsters in a pet shop and would fight the urge to grip the fabric of the shirt covering his chest when his partner showed him the fluffball that was their child now

His hands would always get shaky and sweaty whenever he would hold the hamster and once it started licking his palm and looking at him with its big, dark eyes, Asahi would probably feel like he had been blessed by God himself

These are adorable!!! I loved Asahi’s so much! Thank you!

Happy Holidays! I’d like to request Kuroko and his s/o spending Christmas at home, cuddling and talking with each other. Just some heart-warming fluff ;)

baesketballers:

Anonymous said: Can I request Kuroko spending Christmas with his s/o, being cute, baking, Making/going to dinner, gift exchange, snuggling? Something Fluffy cute like that? Have great holidays!

Combining with the above, though it is not exactly the same, but I’m going with the general fluff + Christmas route so why not!

No gender-specific pronouns used. I think. Tell me if I missed something!

The Christmas playlist has stopped playing in the background for a while now, leaving you and Kuroko sitting on the couch in the living room in silence. He is idyllically stroking a scarf—a Christmas gift from you that he just opened some ten minutes ago—quietly admiring the deep steel blue color that matches his eyes. You are watching him, happy with the fact that he seems to enjoy your gift a lot, while your fingers subconsciously twiddle the necklace and locket—his gift to you.

“Nigou is being weirdly lazy,” you murmur the announcement, glancing at the pup sitting near your feet. He is snuggled comfortably under a blanket and he looks so angelic with that sleeping face… “If my phone weren’t in the bedroom, I would take so many pictures.”

Kuroko chuckles, bending down to pet his companion before leaning back against the couch as he immediately hooks an arm around your shoulder. A very dominant move that he never shows in public, but not that you mind his private nature. In fact, it makes you feel bubbly with excitement knowing that he reserves this secret side of him only for you. You smile when you rest against his chest. He hums, kissing the top of your head.

“How much longer, __________-san?”

“Any minute now. I can already smell it,” you reply lazily, looking around the room as if the scent were visible. He breathes in and lets out a pleasant sigh in return—you are right, and it smells divine. Nigou seems to perk up at the intensity invading his senses, and the pup trots toward the kitchen even without any indication of the dish being ready.

When the oven dings, you groan, struggling to get out of your very comfortable position with your boyfriend. He pulls at your hand to keep you close even as the two of you walk to the kitchen nearby, Nigou already sitting diligently in front of the oven.

“Someone’s eager,” you remark snidely, only to earn a yip from the excited pup. He lolls out his tongue, panting, and the display of his excitement becomes greater and greater once you open the oven and take out the tray. The once sleepy canine is now running in circles, more than ready to take a bit of what’s bakin.

“D’ya smell that bacon, boy,” you whisper, face close to the baked potatoes with cheese and bacon. “Heavenly.”

“Indeed,” Kuroko chimes in. You can tell he’s secretly inhaling the seductive scent of food, but he failed—you see his nostrils twitching just a tiny bit. With an amused chuckle, you grab cutlery and plates to serve the dish. Kuroko fishes out the deliberately huge chunks of bacon and hands them out to Nigou, who is eagerly eating out of the tips of his owner’s fingers.

You are sitting, fork clinking against the plate while Kuroko turns the speaker in the living room back on, and soft ambient music plays the second he taps on his phone.

“Are you planning on trapping me inside the house for the rest of the day?” You teasingly ask, “this playlist just makes me want to curl up into a cocoon and stay home for at least a week.” Kuroko chuckles at your exaggeration, though he accepts the coziness of his music of choice as compliment.

“Maybe I am,” he retorts before taking a bite of bacon. Nigou paws at his leg asking for more.

You look at him with a mix of shock and amusement in your eyes. His are twinkling in impish mischief, something you rarely see from your boyfriend. You chuckle before surrendering with a shrug.

“Not that I mind, as long as I’m staying home with you.”

He smiles, reaching for your idle hand on the table to kiss it.

So cute!

I’ve realized you often mention Kise having a not-so-hidden yandere side, could you elaborate on it a little? Scenario or headcanons with his s/o, whichever you prefer?

terriblesportsimagines:

here are my thoughts on the matter!

Kise Ryouta

Haha I should have known this would come back to haunt me!

Okay, so canonically, the managaka has said that the anime
made Kise a little too ‘soft and nice’ at least that’s what he said according
to the wiki page. But even in the anime you can see hints of his not so
sweet, cheerful and silly side.

I headcanon that he has two sides to him – his bubbly,
cheerful side that is excitable, loud and friendly – then his cold, arrogant
side. We should remember that Kise fit in with the other five really
well, he went along with their terrible attitude and was literally one of them
on that front. He’s cold to people he doesn’t know or acknowledge,
sometimes straight out ignoring them (remember how he was with Kagami at
first? And how he came to get Kuroko because he was being ‘wasted’ on
Seirin, who he refused to acknowledge.)

This dual-facetted personality forms the basis of my
assertion that he’s yandere. He’s a different kind of yandere than the
other two characters that could, arguably, be called so – Akashi and
Murasakibara. Akashi is, I believe, 100% canonically yandere, Murachin is
so by virtue of his jealous and possessive nature. Kise is the smiley
kind of yandere, the one that is warm and affectionate towards you outwardly,
while inwardly thinking that you belong to him and that if you ever try to
leave him he’ll lock you in a cage.

Ironic, because he wants to be ‘free’. Pretty much, I
think he’s the type that wants to be free himself, but doesn’t want you to be
so. Whereas Akashi is possessive, but not jealous, he’s possessive because
he’s jealous. He wants you to look only at him and be the star that you
revolve around.

It’s important to keep in mind that yandere does not
mean psychotic, and that characters can have yandere traits without being “I’m
going to murder you for looking at my s/o.” They can be
violent, but they usually aren’t, and it’s a character type that exists on a
spectrum, which becomes clear to anyone who’s ever played otome games.

Kise is the needy-type yandere. He loves you, and is hella
affectionate, unafraid to show his affection in public. But he is kind of
controlling about your affections, because he wants them all for himself.
He’s selfish, inherently, which is the main factor in his yandere.

His yandere mostly only comes out when he’s angry, like his
frozen side, or someone has threatened him or you in some way. Sometimes
it’s ridiculous, other times it’s understandable. Like his cheerfulness,
this side of him is overabundant and a little forceful.

For anyone whose ever played Samurai Love Ballad Party, I
see Kise as the same kind of yandere as Uesugi Kenshin – sweet and a little
airheaded outwardly, but possessive and controlling inwardly.

Really profound, I love your analysis.

AHHHHH I LOVED THE BABY AKASHI SCENARIO SO MUCH. CAN I GET A SCENARIO WHERE ALL THE GOM AND EVEN KAGAMIS KIDS MEET AND HAVE A PLAY DATE WHERE THE DADS ARE SUPERVISING AND HOW THEY INTERACT. ALSO PLEASE MAKE AOMINE MARRY MOMOI IF POSSIBLE. THANKS <3

terriblesportsimagines:

Okay, so I’m posting this today, even though I just wrote it and I never do that, because it’s pure gold and I adore it.

Keep in mind that I don’t have kids, so I 100% don’t know what they actually sound like. That’s why I’ve kept the ages ambiguous. They probably still sound too old, but
¯_(ツ)_/¯

For convenience, I’ve named them all. Also, they probably have more kids, but these are the only ones here, because eight is still too many!

Please read this hilarity! Cut for length

Keep reading

This is amazing!

May I ask if you could do a scenario when akashi’s (KNB) son went to the kindergarten for the first time and his mom was wired because he is just a tiny version of sei? Like he really loves order and hates disobeying and kind of mature and quite for his age (still a baby who can be tricked with a kandy tho and like cartoons xD) and it happens that ryouta ‘s son is there and a tiny sei made him cry because well, like father like a son You can ignore it if you don’t like it .. thank you ❤

terriblesportsimagines:

Oh man, at first I was like “How am I going to write this ask?” And then I fell in LOVE. This is easily one of my favorite things I’ve written for this blog and I giggle every time I read it. I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoy!

Akashi Seijuro

You were nervous.

Well, a little more than that, since sending your baby off
to kindergarten was a big deal. You weren’t used to being away from him
and it was going to be so hard. But that wasn’t really why you
were nervous. You were nervous because you knew your son, and knew his
temperament and you were afraid it would not reflect well in a school
environment.

He… didn’t play well with others, at least when others
didn’t fall in line. Admittedly, you probably hadn’t socialized him as
well as you should have, and the only children he’d been exposed to were those
of your friends, which were all older or younger, and your husband’s friends,
which were similar age, but who, for the most part, let him have his own way.

You loved your little man, but there was no mistaking the
resemblance to your husband. He was like a miniature Akashi Seijuro, with
all his strange quirks. Quirks which were going to cause tension in a
kindergarten environment. Honestly, there were sometimes you wondered how
he could possibly be only five years old.

He was obsessive about order and though you’d done your best
to bring it down a touch, had a bit of a superiority complex. He wanted
those around him to fall in line and do as he said all the time, and
unfortunately, you know most children would not enjoy being told what to
do. He was also a sweet little boy with a fondness for candy and a
generous heart. It was just getting through the layers of Akashi
to see that.

He was a confident little boy, and so despite your humming
and hawing, trotted off into the school without any problem. Seijuro
stood beside you, and arm around your waist as you watched your baby take his
first steps of independence, worrying at your lip the whole time.

“He will be fine, _____,” Seijuro commented lightly,
amusement in his tone. “He’s my son. He’ll have them all in line by
lunch.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” you muttered, wringing your
hand. You wanted to stay and watch, wanted to supervise. You’d
warned him, told him that other children might not like to be bossed around,
and might not adhere to his version of order. But that was all you can
do.

The day passed with agonizing slowness. You did your
best to keep busy, and Seijuro worked from home, even managing to draw you away
for a little alone time, since you had the time. Still, you half
expected to get a phone call from the school with some problem or another and
it had you on edge.

When the time came to finally pick your son up, you
and your husband made your way back to the school. Unlike some, he wasn’t
waiting outside, so you went in to find his classroom.

You heard the wailing long before you ever reached the
room. Fear stung the back of your throat – it didn’t sound like your son,
but it was familiar, and you just knew your son was at the heart of it.

Sure enough, when you entered the room, your husband behind
you, your eyes immediately found the short red hair of your son. He was
standing awkwardly in one corner of the classroom, chin down, while another
little boy, one with bright blond hair, sobbed hysterically a few feet
away. A familiar blond man knelt beside him, trying to console him, while
the teacher stood by and murmured at your son.

You sighed, hurrying forward to catch your son about the
shoulders. His little face shot up and the solemn look in his eyes made
your heart clench, especially when he reached for you right away.

“Akashicchi!” The blond man complained and when you looked
over he was glaring at your husband. “We went through this last time!”

Seijuro blinked slowly. “We did,” he said. “And
I’m not repeating myself.”

Your hand shot out and smacked your husband solidly in the
middle before you turned your attention back to your clinging five year
old. “Okay sweety, what happened?”

“He was a meany!” The blond child wailed. “He’s always
a meany!”

“He wouldn’t play with me,” your son replied, nonplussed,
though he clutched you tighter.

“I wanted to be the king! He never lets me be the
king!” The blond boy refuted, glaring as hard as his little gold eyes could
muster. “He said he would behead me for t-t-treason!”

Despite how serious it was for the two boys, you had to try
very, very hard not to laugh, and you could see amusement lurking in
your husband’s crimson eyes. Kise, less so, but that was mostly because
he was too busy rolling his eyes at Seijuro.

“I’m the king,” your son commented, dead serious,
tone every bit as imperious as his father on his worst day. “I am
absolute. He said I was stupid and no one wants to be friends with
me.” At this his eyes dropped to the floor and you could see, behind the
serene mask, a very real fear. “He said Kei, Ai, Hiyashi and Daisuke
don’t even like me.”

You had to wonder where he’d even picked up that
phrase because you were pretty sure you’d tamed that out of your husband years
ago.

Both you and Kise winced at this, and you could see this
upset your son a great deal. The other Generation of Miracles’ children
were probably the only friends he had, and certainly the ones he saw the most
and were the most comfortable with. That included Kise’s son, most of the
time, although of the six children, these two butted heads the most.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Kise said on a sigh, stroking his
son’s head.

“He said he was gonna kill me!” The blond boy
shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at your son.

You sighed. “I don’t think he meant literally.”

“He tried to organize an uprising,” your son said very
seriously. “He needs to die.”

You immediately turned to your smirking husband. “You
and I are going to have a talk about appropriate and five year olds
when we get home.”

Seijuro just snorted.

“Okay, I think everyone here needs to apologize,” you
announced a moment later, shaking your head. “Sweetheart, you can’t
threaten to kill people, even when they don’t do what you want.”

“I wasn’t actually going to kill him,” your son
grumbled. When you squeezed him in warning, he sighed heavily and said,
loudly, if sullenly, “I’m sorry.”

Kise, picking up where you left off, patted his son’s
back. “And you need to apologize for what you said too, little man.
No matter how mad he made you, you shouldn’t call people stupid or tell them no
one likes them.”

The little blond boy sniffled, pursing his lips and
narrowing his eyes in what looked very much like challenge. “…Sorry.” He
bit out, then added a moment later, “Next time I’m gonna over throw you.
I’ll be absolute.”

Your son’s chin came up to meet the challenge. “I’ll
crush you.”

“I’ll crush you.”

Oh good, there were two of them. Maybe it wasn’t a
good thing that all your kids spent so much time together?

You couldn’t help but giggle a little later in their
lives when neither one came out on top, and it was, in fact, little Kuroko Ai
who lead with a sweet smile and iron fist, much to both fathers’ despair.

I love this!!!

Akashi and Hanamiya’s reaction to their S/O being confessed to by another person right in front of them?

terriblesportsimagines:

Oh man, RIP other person… seriously, you gotta have balls to confess when other person is there, let alone these two!

Akashi Seijuro

It was like he wasn’t even there, and that’s what infuriated
him more than anything. Akashi knew his
weaknesses well enough, knew that he was possessive, but had been told off by
you enough times to know better than to voice his feelings on the subject. He’d mostly trained that part of himself
away, and he trusted you completely.
But this was too much. This
brazen idiot was so blatantly trespassing on his territory-

He tried to hold himself back. You’d scold him if he was too heavy handed, and ask why he didn’t
just let you deal with yourself. But it
was hard. The lowlife was touching you,
and it was all Akashi could do to hold himself back. Everything in him screamed to make him lower his head.

Why the lowlife couldn’t see that you were so far above him as
to be laughable was a mystery. How did
they even get the courage to talk to you, let alone while he was standing right
there?

You were not doing a good job at warning him away. You were trying to be kind and polite,
trying to spare the scum’s feelings.
This just wouldn’t do. Akashi
felt his patience snap as the scum reached out to pick up your hand. His arm darted between you and snatched the
wrist trying to taint you, fingers curling around it and squeezing much harder
than necessary.

Akashi’s stare was icy and imperious as he followed his arm
and positioned himself between you and the lowlife. “Do not touch what is not yours,” he stated, voice
blank, but frighteningly soft. “You
could not even hope to be in the same universe as my ____. Leave.
Now.”

The lowlife scrambled away, apologizing in a flurry of panic
and bows. Akashi watched with a smirk
as they literally ran for their life.

“Seijuro.”

You were angry, but Akashi didn’t regret his actions. “You weren’t handling it,” he said mildly,
turning towards you and smiling a little more genuinely. “So I did.”

“There are so many things wrong with what just happened, I
don’t even know where to start,” you sighed in annoyance, glaring at your
boyfriend.

Akashi leaned a bit and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “A man must defend his loved ones, ____.”

“His territory, you mean,” you grumbled, but it was
impossible to stay made at him when he smiled like that.

Smirking, Akashi took you hand. “That too.”

Hanamiya Makoto

Hanamiya couldn’t decide if this person was trying to make
him angry, or was just that stupid. He
stared for a long time, watching the fool blush and stammer, and watching you
throw helpless looks in his direction.

What did you want him to do? He knew that you’d be against all of his ideas, most of which
included bodily harm to the moron currently trying to, clumsily, steal what was
his. Of course he didn’t feel
threatened in the slightest, but it was annoying to have to watch and it was
making you uncomfortable. Plus, the
very fact that they were ignoring him was grating. Like the whole goddamn school didn’t know who you belonged to.

After the tenth pleading look, Hanamiya decided that you’d
just have to live with what he was going to do. He’d tried to stay out of it, to stick to the morals you
preferred, but you’d made that impossible, begging him to save you from this
idiot.

His hand shot out and fisted in the idiot’s shirt and used
the hold to jerk them towards him. He
slapped on his worst smile, and knew his eyes were like shards of broken glass
– if the idiot’s expression was any indication. “Do you have a death wish?”
He drawled, tone deceptive.

“N-No!” The idiot stuttered, clearly terrified.

“It sure looks like it,” Hanamiya continued, pulling them
even closer and narrowing his eyes.
“Just who do you think ____ belongs to?”

“Myself,” you mutter, but the slide of Hanamiya’s eyes made
you close your mouth quickly.

The idiot was obviously to scared to speak, since they just
stared at him with a dimwitted, terrified expression, swallowing heavily and
struggling to breathe, despite the fact that his hold on them was nowhere near
their throat. “Come near ____ again,
and I will break both your legs, is that clear?”

The idiot nodded frantically, and Hanamiya scoffed,
releasing him so that they could run away with their tail between their
legs.

You sighed, pouting at him a bit. “Was it really necessary to threaten them?”

A dark eyebrow rose.
“You’re the one who asked.”

Most excellent!

Hi Emmy could I please have a Soulmate scenario for Tendo and a short brown-skinned fem s/o? where you don’t possess a shadow till you’ve met your s/o or more specifically till where your shadows should be have touched/merged (sorry if that doesn’t make sense) and the setting is attending university in a western country, Tendo has uses broken English and his s/o uses broken Japanese. Sorry if this is asking too much

sfw-haikyuu-nsfw:

Not asking too much at all, Anon! In fact, this just might be one of the cutest things EVER. Especially when it’s this situation where Tendou is out attending school in a foreign university. Just so freaking CUTE.

Enjoy, Love!

P.s. I did use Google Translate for the few Japanese words used. If I got them wrong, please let me know and I will fix them right away!

The moment he saw it Tendou’s heart dropped. His lips parted as he stared hard at the ground where he was certain had NOT had a shadow – his shadow – adorning it just two minutes ago. The strap of his messenger was falling from his shoulder, but that was the last of his concerns as he allowed it to drop hard to the ground, his body shifting around in search of anyone else that also had a shadow.

With a spiking heartbeat, he witnessed many, more than he had ever noticed before, but each of the owners looked as though they had always had them; always had their soulmate. His feet carried him forward, eyes wide as he took in the faces of each person he passed, hoping that he would know beyond certainty that they were the one he was looking for. But as he searched, he realized he had no idea how he would know if he even found them or if he would ever be subconsciously aware if he ever ran into them again.

He could feel the dread beginning to grow in his belly and he was more than sure someone was trying to get his attention about his long forgotten bag. And while he wasn’t sure where they were coming from, he could feel the corners of his eyes start to burn with the emotions of a lost love that he never got the chance to experience when he saw her.

She turned the corner sharply, dark hand rising to push away the hair that had fallen into her face, her gaze turning in every direction. It was the same action he had committed upon noticing his own shadow and he silently wondered how far she had walked before she looking down to notice she had missed her soulmate.

And while he wanted to call out to her in order to ease her worries, he suddenly felt as though all the air from his lungs had been removed. It was only after their gazes met that he found himself stepping forward, his long legs carrying him the distance he didn’t want between them any longer.

“Hey,” she greeted breathlessly.

Tendou’s lips parted and he could feel himself cursing his brain for choosing this very moment to forget every piece of English he had ever learned. “Konnichiwa.”

“Ah,” she paused, her hands rising in front of her before a broad smile spread wide across her face. Tendou immediately felt his heart swell, she was beautiful. “Um, uh…” her gaze rose slightly above his head as she thought, “er, watashi no, uh, namae [First Name]?” It came out as a question rather than the statement she was intentionally going for and Tendou felt his own smile broadening across his face.

His hand rose to point at his own chest. “Tendou Satori,” he watched as her lips silently worked around the syllable of the name, “um…” When her gaze was on him again, he felt heat rising into his cheeks, his finger now pointing to her. “I, uh…” he wasn’t sure if this was too forward, but he couldn’t help the emotions swelling within his chest, “kiss you.”

A grin took over her features and Tendou’s hand immediately rose to touch at her cheek, tips gently trailing over the small expanse of her brown skin. With his breath leaving him in a shudder, he leaned to press their lips together, feeling completely whole for the first time in his life.

So sweet!!!!!

I LOVE the 12 Days of Christmas idea! So cute!! I think I’m doing this right: can I please have day 10 with Daichi and day 12 with Tanaka? Thank you so much and Merry Christmas!!

haikyuvolleydorks:

Awwww thanks dear! I hope we’ll be able to do it again next year too!

– Admin Zee

Daichi’s Day 10 is here!

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Day 12

Your true love woke up to see your beautiful face next to him. Pick this day and enjoy some headcanons about waking up next to your sweetheart on Christmas day while opening up presents in bed.

Tanaka is definitely the the type to wake up super early to exclaim that it’s Christmas. You being his girlfriend are, fortunately or unfortunately, also caught up in his early morning excitement.

He will feel bad though if you still seem a bit sleepy and offers to go back to sleep for a few more hours, but you’re already grabbing his present and shoving it into his arms with a cute blush on your face.

Whatever you get him, this boy will be ecstatic because it came from you and he’s going to cherish it forever no matter what.

After his present, he hands you a bag and you are just shocked. He had gotten you a limited edition hoodie that you had been trying to get since forever ago. Cue you tackling him in a hug and a mini fashion show afterwards.

Regardless of what the two of you did afterwards, you were always going to remember this Christmas morning forever.

Adorable!!! Thank you and Merry Christmas!!

Win or Lose with You

imagine-that-haikyuu:

It’s my darling son Kageyama’s birthday! For the occasion, I decided to do a bit of a follow-up to the birthday fic I wrote for myself in 2016. l focused this around the lyrics to Dessa’s “It’s Only Me” like with the last one (the title comes from the refrain). Honestly, I’ve raved about her on this blog before and I love everything she does, so please listen to her stuff because it’s gr8

Anyway, happy birthday to my Sweet Blueberry Boy, Tobio

– Admin Rachel Lauren

It’s quiet when Kageyama enters the apartment. That’s to be expected, though. He left at an ungodly hour and is returning in the same fashion, but this time without your exhausted presence to welcome him home like you had seen him off. He would have loved to seen you waiting for him outside the security check at the airport to drive him home. If it hadn’t been around two in the morning, that would have been the plan. No, now your sleep goes uninterrupted by his arrival.

It’s for the best, anyway, as you have to be up for work in the morning.

Just as he sits in the foyer to take off his shoes, Kageyama hears the creak of your bedroom door opening.

“Tobio?” Your voice is soft and drenched with sleepiness. He’s heard this voice of yours so many times already, and yet there’s something so uniquely beautiful to it this time. Even with your hair a tousled mess from just waking up and the way you squint in the hallway light is a sight for sore eyes. At least for him.

“Welcome home,” you mumble. A yawn comes out to punctuate that.

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Happy birthday Tobio!!!