Halloween ask: Ukai being dragged to a cornfield maze by the boys and he ends up separated from them only to find his old crush from high school lost and helps her. I’ll leave it to you on whether you want to make it spookier by there being a real (but not malevolent) ghost in the maze or if it’s just hokey and they laugh together while trying to get out or maybe work together to scare the boys? However you want to do it! Thanks and Happy Halloween!

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Ukai thinks himself a total hypocrite. Before entering this corn maze with the team, he made sure to instruct them all to stay together. Yet, here he was on his own with nothing but a dim flashlight in hand.

Only fifteen minutes or so into their journey in, something spooked the kids. He doesn’t know exactly what, since he and Takeda trailed behind the pack. But out of nowhere someone screamed (probably Hinata) and sent the rest of the team already on edge into a scramble.

Except for Tsukishima, who seemed rather unphased by this. He only started running when Yamaguchi called out to him in fear that “it’s gonna get you!”, to which the tall blonde clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes before groaning, “Fine” and heading off.

“Those idiots,” Ukai grumbled.

“They’ll be fine,” Takeda said. “They all have maps of the maze with them.”

“We should probably try to keep an eye on them, though. I’d rather not deal with angry parents later.”

So he an Takeda split up. Not their brightest idea–literally–as Ukai’s flashlight now seems to dim and flicker more by the minute. He put in fresh batteries before leaving for the maze too. When the light cuts completely, he slaps it a few times to try and restore it, but to no avail.

After a string of muttered curses, he throws his head back. Now would be the perfect time to light a cigarette, but the last thing he wants to do is to accidentally set the place ablaze. Well, the only thing left to do is to try and find another group wandering through the maze to help him out. In the dark, he can barely make out the path before him nor the cornstalk boundaries; it’ll be a slow process. Ukai sighs, lifts his arms up to out in front of him, and takes his first steps.

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Takao – Bad Boy Bet

So, this ended up LONG
because I really wanted to play up the seduction part. I’m actually pretty
proud of this one so I hope you like it. Requester asked to remain anon so I’m posting this separate from the ask.

“You know, you’re pretty
cute.” Takao could see his proclamation flustered as much as irritated his
intended target, the wallflower he’d been eyeing since orientation. She was
just so frickin’ adorable when she blushed, her whole face turning a lovely
shade of pink.

“Who asked you anyway?”
she shot back, voice muffled by the cup she drank bad beer from.

“No one, but then again,
I give my opinion for free, it’s part of my charm,” he asserted, wiggling his
eyebrows. He fought down a blush of his own as she eyed him up and down.

“Charm? You call this,”
she waved her hand back and forth in an obscure manner over his jean and
leather jacket clad body, “charm? More like a sad attempt at delinquency. I can
see right through your act. You’re all talk.”

Snickers behind him drew
out Takao’s own red pigment. “Hey, I’m just trying to start a friendly
conversation,” he remarked, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Liar,” she quipped
back, taking another drink.

Takao paused, mouth open
and finger up in the air to refute but then dropped his shoulders, a slight
huff of laughter blowing out of his lips. “Alright, you caught me,” he confessed,
eyes regaining their mirthful glow. He leaned forward, crowding her further
against the wall. She could feel her pulse racing at his proximity but held his
gaze. “But I’m not the only one lying here.”

“Oh? And what, pray
tell, am I lying about?”

“The fact that you find
me attractive,” he retorted quickly. “In fact, I’m willing to bet that before
the end of the semester, not only will you succumb to my charms,” he leaned all
the way forward, chest pressing against hers and breath fanning the sensitive
flesh of her neck, “You’ll be cumming for me.”

“Not in your wildest
dreams, asshole,” she hissed pushing past him.

Watching her walk away, Midorima
asked, “So that’s the one you were talking about?”

“Yep, that’s her,” Takao
sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re wasting your
time. Clearly, she’s out of your league,” commented his green haired companion.

“Shin-chan, you wound
me!” exclaimed Takao. Then his eyes narrowed again, lips playing up into a
smirk. “Besides, the chase is half the fun.”

A week later found her
in the library, head buried in a book, jotting down notes to be revised later.

“Find anything
interesting?”

The voice near her ear almost
made her shout in surprise, but fear of retribution from the troll of a
librarian kept her mostly mum. Her eyes shot to Takao’s face. “What the hell do
you want?”

“Hello to you too,
______-chan. Are you always this pleasant, or am I just lucky?”

“I don’t have time for
your games, Takao-kun, kindly leave me be,” she grumbled.

Hands on her shoulders
made her jump, but a moment later she was holding back a moan of appreciation
as Takao kneaded the stiff sinew of overstressed muscles. “So tight,
______-chan,” he whispered in her ear, breath tickling the baby hairs of her
neck making her shiver despite herself. “You really need to learn to relax
every once in a while.” He pressed harder, fingers working magic. “You know, I
can do a much more thorough job of
relaxing you if you come back to my place,” he offered lowly, tone full of
salacious intent.

That snapped her back to
herself. Standing quickly, she shoved books into her bag, pausing only to
harshly whisper, “Touch me again and I’ll break your knuckles punk.”

Watching as she hurried
away, Takao collapsed into the chair left vacant by her exit with a sigh. “At
least she acknowledges I’m a punk,” he snorted.

“I really
should have earned a few brownie points up front,” he began without preamble as
he sat across from her in the formerly quiet corner of the campus café a few
days later. For irony’s sake, he brought a brownie, setting it down and pushing
it towards her. Starved because of an oversight regarding time for breakfast,
she shoved a piece of it in her mouth, washing down the bite with luke-warm
coffee. “I mean, I did give you a heads up,” he continued when she didn’t reply
to his opening line.

Sighing, she slammed her
book closed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He shrugged. “Well, you
know, usually in situations like this one, the girl is unsuspecting of the bet
because it’s made between two dudes. And then she’s all, “he likes me, he
really cares” blah, blah, blah, when really all he wants is to get in her
pants.” He met her eyes. “At least with me you know my end game exactly. I want
to screw you. And I’m damn good at it too, so why continue this game of cat and
mouse?”

Closing her eyes, she
took a deep breath before opening them once more. Her finger crooked in a
motion to come closer surprised him but Takao wasn’t about to let even the
littlest chance of wearing her down pass him by. Complying, he leaned further
over the table, their faces inches from one another’s. From this distance, he
could see the nuances of freckles on her face and was gratified to see
something akin to amusement in her eyes where previously there’d only been
hostility and annoyance. Reaching forward, she touched his cheek gently, mouth
parting to say, “Takao, I can assure you, if you were so blessed as to have me
in your bed, you would be the one falling for me.”

Her assertion made his
pulse race, a thick knot in his throat appearing that he swallowed
involuntarily; neither were missed by her. “But since that’s never going to
happen,” she continued, taking the rest of the brownie before standing up, “I
guess you’re safe from having your heart broken.”

Takao leaned back in his
chair, heart thundering against his ribcage. Her confidence elevated her from a
cute, quick screw to a fucking sexy piece of sweet ass he couldn’t wait to tear
into.

Another week passed by,
Takao practically driving Midorima up the wall with his endless chatter about
how he had to have _______, his plans of how to obtain the object of his now
obsession becoming more and more ridiculous.

“You could always try
being a gentleman,” offered his roommate.

“Heh? Me?”

Midorima looked at him
again. “You’re right, that’s too much to ask for. Seriously Takao, you should give
up, this has moved from slightly amusing to sadly pathetic.”

“It would only be
pathetic if what she said is true and it’s not. I haven’t fallen for her. No,
this isn’t pathetic, it’s persistent. I’m not going to lose.”

“Well, all is fair in
love and war and you’ve definitely chosen quite the opponent in _______-san,”
Midorima confirmed before walking out the door, leaving Takao to his own
devices.

Takao flopped down on
his bed, a frustrated sigh exiting his lips. What could he do? He knew over all
he was a cocky bastard (pun intended and Izuki would be proud he thought with a
smirk) but he’d also been told he was good in bed. He wasn’t selfish, he
actually really enjoyed giving pleasure as much as getting it. It was an odd
point of pride for him, since with most other things (other than basketball) he
was mediocre. Rolling over he grabbed his phone, its blue light illuminating
his face as he scrolled through his list of contacts. He’d coerced her number
out of a mousy freshman, one of the girls in ________’s study group.

Like he said, he knew he
was a bastard.

In her room, _________
sat exhausted with glazed eyes staring at her project. The words just weren’t
coming and she’d lost focus long ago. Yawning, she stood with the intention of
taking a shower, hoping a mundane task would help get her creativity flowing
again when the chime of her cell phone drew her attention back to the desk.

Against her home screen
were the words: What’re you doing?

Since the number was unknown
she thought perhaps she’d been texted in error but amended that consideration
when another text followed quickly after: This
is Takao btw

Groaning, she unlocked
the screen sending back: How did you get my number?

I have my ways.

Underhanded no doubt. It’s rude to gain people’s
private numbers without their permission. I have no desire to talk to you.

This isn’t talking, it’s texting, way
different.

Despite her best effort
not to, she snorted.

I know you just laughed, I can sense it. So,
now that we’re on a bit friendlier terms, I’ll ask again. What’re you doing?

Sighing she fell back
against the mattress of her bed. She was looking for a distraction any way and
what could be the harm in texting with Takao for a bit? As much as she didn’t
like him, he could be entertaining. A sly grin tilted her lips; she could tease
him a bit this way. Much as she didn’t want to encourage him to hope, getting
him riled up and then leaving him horny and frustrated did sound like fun.

Was just about to take a shower

There was a pause in his
reply making her giggle. He really was such a horn dog it was easy to press his
buttons. A moment later, three dots appeared followed by: Are you naked yet?

She rolled her eyes,
sending back: No, I was rudely interrupted

Back in his dorm, Takao
considered his options. This was the most he’d gotten to her to “talk” to him
since he started this whole thing. Difficult as it was to interpret tone
through text, he had the impression she was feeling playful and he could use
that to his advantage. It wasn’t his preferred method of seduction but it would
have to do.

I have a proposition for you

Another one?

Funny, but I’m serious

You? Serious? This must be good. What is it?

Ok, but you have to be 100% honest, no cheating,
understand?

I can’t understand unless you tell me

Fair enough. Anyway, my proposition is this:
if, right now, during our conversation I’m able to turn you on at all you have to let me have you.

Her thumb faltered in
reply, eyes widening at his brazen offer. He wanted…to sext with her? This was…dangerous.
She’d already been feeling the need for pressure release, her own hand doing a
good enough job but there was nothing compared to the feel of a body pressed
against her, hands roaming her curves, lips kissing her-

Shit, she was turning herself
on just thinking about having sex. And the longer she considered the fantasy
randomly started in her head, the more the nameless, faceless male morphed into…Takao.

“Damn it,” she hissed
tossing her phone away. This was too risky, not to mention risqué. She’d
promised herself never to write down something which could be used against her
later and sexting with Takao of all people was out of the question. Her eyes
darted back to the phone. Should she admit that she was already turned on? That
she could feel the burn of longing between her thighs and he hadn’t even said anything
remotely dirty? Only suggestive?

Was he really that good?

Shaking her head, she
decided on another avenue and picked up the phone once more.

The sound of his ring
tone made Takao startle, his eyes widening when he saw just who it was calling.

“Well hello there,” he
cooed over the line.

“Hey,” came her surprisingly
short reply. Normally she’d be laying into him so he already felt he was
gaining ground with her. Before he could ask the reason of her call she went
on, “I’m not willing to sext but…I’ll agree to your terms if you do it this
way.”

“This way being…phone
sex?”

“Technically it’s phone
attempt at seduction. So, are you game or not?”

He grinned. “Oh baby, I’m
game. I’m so game, I’m hard just hearing your voice.” If she was affected by
him, she hid it well. Silence continued so he went on, “Alright, usually with
phone sex there’s a give and take but I’ve got a dirty enough mind and mouth
for the both of us. Just lay there and enjoy. But remember,” he paused taking a
deep breath, “if you get turned on, you have to tell me.”

“If I have to tell you,
then really how good are you?” she teased back.

“Oh, this is already
going well. Shall we get started?”

“Make your best move,
Takao-kun.”

Takao took a deep
breath. “First, I’m gonna take off your shirt. Nice and slow, the material tickling
lightly over your skin waking up your nerve endings. They want me to touch
them, to caress them.”

Across the campus her
shirt did come off, the coolness of the room hardening her exposed nipples.

“Next I’d take off your
bra, tossing it to the floor, leaving your breasts exposed to my touch. I’d
palm them, molding and massaging, tweaking your nipples sending sensation
pooling to your cunt.”

She couldn’t stop a
breathy moan from escaping her lips and he smirked. Got her, hook, line and
sinker in the first two minutes, that had to be a new record. “I can hear you
like that, baby,” he confirmed. “How would you like my lips on your nipple?
Sucking, teeth nipping, my hand caressing and grasping the other?”

Lost to the sensation of
her own hand she whimpered, “Ye…yes.”

Takao stood quickly, the
fire in his blood making a jacket unnecessary. He walked briskly down the
stairs, but quietly so as not to bring her to suspicion. “When I’m done with
your breasts, I move down, kissing your stomach, licking your navel, tasting
every bit of skin that I can. You arch into my touch with want, only I can give
you what you need.” He could hear her breathing increase. “Are you touching yourself,
_________?”

“Yes,” she moaned and he
had to pause to adjust himself.

“Such a bad girl,” he
growled, racing across the campus, which was an interesting feat considering
the firmness of his dick. He paused in the stairwell of her dorm, voice low and
husky. “Imagine your fingers are my tongue. I’m licking you just the way you
like, making you squirm, your hips canting up with each lap. I’ll bet you can
just see me, smiling up from between your legs, bringing you to nirvana.”

“Oh god, Takao,” she whispered,
the sound her sex audible through the line; she must have put him on speaker so
both her hands could be free.

“You want me, don’t you
_________? You want my tongue on your cunt, my skilled hands touching your flesh.
Tell me! Tell me you want me!”

“I want you Takao,” she
cried and he could hear her through her door where he stood outside her room.

“Open the door, baby, I’m
here.”

She rushed to the door,
flinging it open. Takao took in the sight of her, hair mussed from moving her
head back and forth across her pillow, fingers slightly sticky with the drying
juices of her core. Her eyes were wide, irises blown black with lust and
longing. He wasted no time and slammed the door behind him, tearing off his
shirt and shucking his jeans in under fifteen seconds. When his cock sprung
free he groaned in relief.

His hands clenched the
waistband of her shorts, yanking them off before he shoved her on the bed.
Without pause he drove between her legs, tongue licking from base to clit.

“Takao!” she shouted,
fingers clenching his hair roughly. He didn’t stop, rolling his tongue over her
clit mercilessly, driving her desire, making her soaked. He needed her ready
and loose so he pushed two fingers in, scissoring to stretch for his entrance. Her
hips rolled up, back arching severely under the power of his manipulation. “Takao….Takao…please.”

He moaned appreciation
against her lips, pulling away and wiping the slick of her core from his mouth.
Shooting up her body, he latched onto a pert nipple sucking hard. She squealed,
body writhing beneath him. He covered her mouth with his in a deep, long kiss
before whispering against them, “I’m going to fuck you now,” then he thrust his
cock deep into her warmth.

“Kaz…unari,” she
whimpered and he nearly came right there.

“That’s right, say my
name, baby, say it!”

“Kazunari!”

Her voice was loud and
wanton, the feel of her skin divine. Takao reveled in the sensation of her nails
dragging trenches in the flesh of his back. He thrust forward again then pulled
away, back and forth in a bruising pace against her. The bed squeaked as the headboard
smacked violently against the wall, the smell of sex filling his nostrils. Takao
was so turned on, so needful of release that it hurt. Reaching down, he
swiveled his fingers against her clit.

“Oh god, yes!” she
shouted, pulling him closer.

“That’s it baby, come
you wanna cum? You wanna cum for me?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Then do it, cum hard!”

A keening wail exited
her mouth, body tensing, her inner walls squeezing his dick. “Fucking hell,” he
spat, pulling out just before he exploded. Much as he loathed to leave the
confines of her sex, he didn’t want to risk any accidents happening. His
breathing labored, sweat glistening on his brow as he grabbed a nearby towel
and wiped up the mess on her thighs.

She rolled over, sated,
and fell asleep. Looking at her in such a peaceful state, Takao felt a warmth emanate
from his chest outward. And when he realized what it was he cursed. “Damn it,
she was right.” But he would deal with that another time. For now, all he
wanted was to snuggle to her back and sleep.

So that’s exactly what
he did.

Because I can’t get enough of your writing, so I hope you don’t mind if I request songfic of Ushijima and his gf.. The song is Last Kiss by Taylor Swift and the situation is based on the lyrics.. Thank you😄

Really angsty and short but I feel like it captures the
essence of the song. I hope you like it!

Last Kiss by Taylor Swift – Ushijima

Sitting on the floor of your bedroom, you stare at the
images going past your thumb as you scroll through seemingly endless pictures
of Wakatoshi and his team. Sadness clenches your heart, squeezing like a vice
until tears drip down your cheeks. You weren’t surprised that he took the opportunity
given to him to join the ranks of a professional team. No, you
were surprised when a week after he left, he texted you to say it was over.
When you asked what he meant he replied bluntly, “Our relationship. I just can’t
focus the way I need to knowing you’re back home waiting for me. I’m sorry,
_____, but you’ll find someone who really deserves you.”

After that, you never heard from him again; at least not
directly. You and Tendou had become quite close during your years of dating his
best friend and even though it was a bit awkward, the friendship remained after
the breakup, mainly because Wakatoshi wasn’t around. The one to make it
awkward, you suppose, is you because you can’t stop yourself from asking about
your ex every time you and Tendou manage to get together.

“______-chan, you need to let him go,” he said one day over
coffee. “This isn’t healthy. He’s…he’s not coming back and even if he did, and
I say this still loving the guy like my bro, would you even want him after what he did?”

That question smacked you in the face like a cold, wet towel
but you knew the truth. You knew, given the chance, you would take Wakatoshi back.

And that set you on a trail of fantasies, dreams of him
returning to Japan with flowers and sweet words and acting pretty much nothing like the man you dated but so
much what you longed for to happen. Only all of it blew up in your face today when
pictures of him and one particular woman started popping up on social media.
She’s a volleyball player, of course, gorgeous, well-built and with a nice
smile. You want to hate her, but you can’t.

But you can’t hate him either. Because if this is what could
have happened while you were still together, well, maybe it was for the best
that he severed the ties so ruthlessly.

A mirthless chuckle exits your lips into the silence of the
room and you curl up, clad in his old high school sweatshirt, knowing that for
you, the longing and the want is far from over.

You just hope you don’t end up dying from a broken heart.

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“Daiki, are you ok?” you ask looking at the ace with concern
in your eyes as he walks in the door. You know all his expressions, even the
ones he thinks he hides well and you can see something significant happened
tonight. He chucks down his bag, walking past you without replying to his room,
shutting the door. You debate going to him, knowing when he’s like this it’s
usually best to just leave him be but you decided recently that this can’t go
on forever. You can’t keep allowing him to shut you out.

I can see every tear
you’ve cried

like an ocean in your
eyes

All the pain and the
scars have left you cold

Swallowing your nerves, you set the book you were reading
down on the couch and proceed to his room, knocking softly at the door. A
muffled grunt is all the reply you receive but you take it as permission to
enter and do so. He’s lying on his back in the darkness and you can’t tell from
this distance if his eyes are closed or if he’s staring at the ceiling. Either
way, he’s yet to acknowledge your presence.

“Daiki,” you begin softly, moving forward and shutting the
door, “Please, tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he grumbles, turning on his side to face the
wall.

“Is it something with the team?” you ask ignoring his lie.

As he rolls over again to face you, your adjusted vision
catches a wince of pain shooting across his face. If you weren’t staring right
at him you would have missed it, it was so fleeting. But it’s there and you know
it can only mean one thing.

He opens his mouth but before he can excuse away his
behavior you ask, “It’s your leg isn’t it?”

Aomine stops cold, eyes narrowing in frustration and anger. “First
Satsuki, and now you, can’t you all just back the fuck off? Because of her I’m
benched for the Interhigh and I don’t need my girlfriend ganging up on me too!
I’m fine!”

“You’re not fine, Daiki, and I’m not just talking about your
damn leg!”

I can see all the
fears you face

through a storm that
never goes away

Don’t believe all the
lies that you’ve been told

He pauses, clearly surprised by your outburst because you never raise your voice to anyone, least
of all him. Taking a deep breath, you sit down on the bed and grab his hand.
You can tell he wants to jerk it away but you grip tighter, tears flooding your
eyes as you look at him.

“Daiki, when you are going to stop pushing everyone who
cares about you away? Can’t you see Momoi-san’s just trying to protect you? Don’t
you understand how much I care about you? Why won’t you let me in?”

I’ll be right here now

to hold you when the
sky falls down

I will always

be the One who took
your place

When the rain falls

I won’t let go

I’ll be right here

Daiki remains silent, eyes staring at the floor but he doesn’t
move. The silence drags on filling the room with added heaviness and you wish
he would at least look at you but you don’t want to push him any harder than
you already have. So instead of words, you choose actions, lying down with your
back to his front and snuggling backwards until you’re flush against him. He
tenses momentarily but then you feel his long arm wrap around your waist
tugging you even closer.

From behind, you hear him say, “Stay with me tonight.” You
nod, kicking off your house shoes and drawing up the covers to encase your
bodies. Daiki’s breath caresses your neck and you close your eyes, squeezing
his hand.

I will show you the
way back home

never leave you all
alone

I will stay until the
morning comes

I’ll show you how to
live again

and heal the
brokenness within

Let me love you when
you come undone

“It’s not the end of the world, Daiki. You have so much to
look forward to, just get out of your own head now and rest. That’s the best
thing you can do. And I’ll be here for as long as you want me,” you whisper
into the dark, unsure he’s even heard you given his even breathing and the slack
of his body.

But he squeezes your hand tightly, face burying deep into
the crook of your neck and hair as in a long exhale he says, “I want you
forever.”

When daybreak seems so
far away

reach for my hand

When hope and peace
begin to fray

still I will stand

When the rain falls I
won’t let go

I’ll be right here

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It’s all over. The homework, the exams, the reports. No more
practice with his same team, no more horror movie marathon thrust upon him by
Tendou. In two days, he’ll be moving back home for a quick break before heading
off to university.

But all of that fades to black as your hands wrap around his
neck tugging him into another heated kiss. Ushijima is hovering above you,
strong arms caging you in but he’s concerned about hurting you so he holds his
weight at bay, leaving you yearning for more. His shirt is gone, thrown
somewhere to a corner of his room while yours is in the process of being tugged
from your body. When one large hand grasps your still bra encased breast a gasp
leaves your lips.

“Did I hurt-“

“No!” you interrupt emphatically, “but you’re killing me
with the teasing.”

“I’m not teasing you,” he answers honestly, stopping long
enough to look in your eyes. “Why do you want to rush this?”

His blunt question catches you momentarily off caught. You
caress his cheek with the backs of your fingers, eyes going softer to convey
the sincerity of your words. “I’m not, Toshi, I’m just…I want you so bad. I
have for a long time and now that it’s finally happening,” you shrug losing his
gaze, “I guess I’m impatient.”

He nods in understanding. It’s not like he isn’t eager but he
wouldn’t do this with just anyone. He loves you, more than he thought it
possible for him to ever love another person and the idea of barreling through
your first time together doesn’t sit well with him.

“Just, let me enjoy you,” he says leaning back down, “and
hopefully you’ll enjoy me too.”

“I always enjoy you, Wakatoshi,” you whisper closing your
eyes when he kisses your neck again gently.

He hums appreciatively, leaning up and drawing you with him.
Despite his outward calm appearance, Ushijima is shaking to his core. It isn’t
just because he wants to take his time with you that he’s moving slow;
inexperience definitely plays a part in his hesitancy. This becomes a bit more evident
when his large fingers can’t properly grasp the hooks of your bra. He lets out
a low grunt of frustration, the effort to keep you upright and pull apart the
stubborn tab straining his patience.

You move to a more properly seated position and press on his
chest. “Let me,” you offer with a shy smile. He nods, letting go and moving
back to give you some room to move. Slowly your arms contort to reach behind
you, nimble fingers unhooking the contraption with practiced ease. As the
straps slide down your arms and the main fabric falls away, Ushijima feels his
pulse racing, blood roaring in his ears like a waterfall.

You’re absolutely stunning and he’s only gotten you half
naked at this point.

With trepidation he lifts his hands, touching you feather
lightly making your heart pound against your ribs. Your eyes close as you focus
on the sensation of his hands upon untouched flesh for the first time. An
unexpected warmth against your nipple makes you gasp, eyelids flying open to
find Wakatoshi bent forward at a slightly awkward angle to take you into his
mouth. You arch invitingly, knowing you should probably lie back to give him
better access but even this feels amazing enough that you don’t want to move.

He makes the decision for you, hand settling to the small of
your back and pulling to shift your hips while he presses you back down onto
the mattress, the whole time never relinquishing his mouth from your breast. An
experimental roll of his tongue followed by a gentle nip has you keening and he
feels his length harden considerably in response. His pants are getting
uncomfortably tight but he doesn’t want to stop.

He feels the call to haste burning in him now, the patience
he asked you to have breaking within himself. He wants you so bad it hurts. His
mouth leaves your breast to capture your lips, his kiss hard, hot and messy,
hand grasping your hair tightly. When he moves to breath, he pants out, “Much
as I want to savor taking off your clothes, I can’t wait that long.”

“Fine by me,” you agree hastily, skirting out from under him
to shred the rest of your clothes while he does the same.

Ushijima takes one moment to make sure the condom and lube
are within easy reach before his body is covering yours once more. His flesh is
almost burning in the fever of his want. You can feel the rush of the blood in
his veins under the fingers you have clenching against his neck. The feeling of
hard and hot is all over you, the result of years of training and working out
to become the best, to be the best. But
the press of his member against the slick of your core draws your focus.

This is really happening.

Ushijima still won’t put his full weight against you but the
feel of your skin is intoxicating. “_____,” he grunts, mouth moving faster over
your skin. It feels like he’s everywhere at once, trying to taste all of you in
one go and the fervency of his attack makes you lose your breath. Teeth scrap
against you, hands and fingers grasping and clenching the soft of your flesh,
kneading your muscles, molding you as he wills. You’re completely in his hands,
and arms and legs and…oh god you can’t stand to wait anymore.

“Please, Toshi,” you beg, “I need you.”

He clenches his eyes shut, trailing his hand to touch the
joining of your intimates. He inserts one thick digit, remembering the
importance of preparation. Tendou, for all his flaws and oddities, had been a
surprisingly good source of information in regards to sex due to his experience
with his college freshman girlfriend.

Wakatoshi gently pushes in a second finger, lips fastening
on your neck and sucking hard drawing a gasp from your throat. Hot puffs
of your breath hit his ear, your moans and mewls of need and want nearly making
him come right then and there. He’s pretty sure he’ll explode the second he
enters so with great reluctance, he withdraws his fingers and grabs the condom.

Getting it on proves a bit of a challenge, but he manages to
do so without breaking it. He moves into position, locking eyes with you before
asking, “Are you ready?”

You nod quickly, closing your eyes again as he enters, slow
and steady, stretching you inch by inch. It burns and is uncomfortable but you
want this too badly to stop now. He waits for a moment when you take in a long
suck of air and hold your breath.

“Are you ok?” he asks voice strained with the effort to hold
his body still.

“Yes, just keep going,” you say through clenched teeth.

He hates that this hurts you, but you both knew it was
unavoidable. Nodding once, he continues on, filling you up to the brink. When
he’s fully seated within your heat, you both let out long sighs, just savoring
the feeling of being joined as one.

After a few moments, the unexpected shift of your hips makes
Ushijima gasp; the friction this deep is amazing!

“Please, Toshi, you can move now,” you implore.

He doesn’t waste a moment, drawing back before pushing back
in, slowly at first both to let you get used to the feel of him and also so he
doesn’t come right away, though he’s sure he won’t last much longer than he
has.

Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, pulling him down
further to touch your chests together.
“Toshi, I won’t break, I want to feel all of you,” you say looking in his eyes.
He kisses you then, tugging your lower lip into his mouth and sucking firmly.
His thrusts come a little harder, a little faster and when you scratch his back
with the blunt of your nails he groans into your mouth.

“_____, I…I love you,” he says, voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Tosh,” you reply then kiss him hard.

Ushijima feels your inner walls clench him tightly, almost
stealing his breath. He grunts once, thrusts becoming a bit more erratic as he
nears his peak. With one last hard shove, he comes apart, spilling into the
condom and moaning into your neck. When he lifts his head to look at you, he
finds a sweet smile on your face.

Then realization dawns on him. “Did you…did you get to..” he
trails off, embarrassed despite still being buried within you.

After a second’s hesitation, you shake your head no but before
he can bemoan his failure your lips are back on his mouth. You pull away just
enough to say, “We have the whole night, not everything has to be or will be
perfect. Other than, of course, the fact that I’m doing this with you.”

He allows a small smile to grace his lips at your words,
touching your face tenderly before kissing you again. He slides out and off of
you to dispose of the condom, eager to return the pleasure you provided him.

It makes for a long night, but neither of you care because you’re
here, together, showing your love in new and exciting ways.

And there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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OMG yay, thank you I’m so glad!! ^-^ I’ve read some of your scenarios and I found them really amazing!! You’re such a great writer I just have to request some more hahah xP I want another Ki-chan (srry, Kise trash here!), how about spending his bday with s/o-cchi? Something sweet and heart-warming (possibly tear-jerking) would be nice ♡♡♡ ;) thanks a lot!!

You sweet angel thank you for your flattering words, seriously
I’m so happy that you enjoy my work so much. Thank you for being SO PATIENT. I have
NO IDEA why it took me so long but I really hope this hits the mark of what you
were looking for.

Kise sighs, a slightly melancholy look on his face as he
stares out the window. You watch him for a moment before making your
presence known. When he turns to look at you, his bright smile is plastered on
his face but it doesn’t reach his golden eyes.

“_____-cchi, I didn’t hear you come in,” he says rising up.
Gathering you in his arms, he takes another deep breath, inhaling your scent.

“Ryouta,” you say softly, pulling back to look in his eyes. “What’s
wrong? If anything I’d expect you to be extra happy, it is your birthday after
all.”

He shrugs noncommittedly, smile dropping a few degrees. “I
don’t know, I just feel…”

His response is cut off by a knock at the door. Not
expecting anyone but you today, he frowns as he moves to answer it. At the door
stands a delivery man, a warm smile on his face as he asks, “Kise Ryouta?”

“That’s me,” answers your boyfriend.

“Sign here please,” replies the man. Kise does so and is
handed a brown box with small holes poked in the top.

“Who’s it from?” you ask trying to read the return address.

“I don’t know recognize the sender, looks like it came
directly from a distribution center,” he answers sitting at the kitchen table
once more. He grabs a knife and slits the tape to open the package. From within
he draws out a plastic container holding two goldfish. Next comes a pretty
glass bowl and a bag of bright blue and yellow shiny pebbles.

“What an odd thing to send someone!” you exclaim. “Is there
a note or anything?” Kise shakes his head but he’s already distracted by the
pretty fish swimming around in their makeshift home. “Well,” you go on, “why
don’t you get them set up while I fix us some lunch, hmmm?”

Kise nods, moving to the sink to fill the bowl with water
before taking it to the living room and placing it on the coffee table. You hum
to yourself as you prepare the ingredients for onion gratin soup. Soon the
scent of simmering onions and butter fills the room. You’re working on chopping
vegetables when the doorbell rings.

You see Kise get up from the couch and open the door, surprised
to find another delivery person, this one female, standing in the threshold.
You chuckle under your breath at her expression; Kise is rather overwhelmingly
gorgeous and if you’re not expecting it, he’ll catch you off guard. After a
moment of silence you hear him say, “Yes, can I help you?”

“Sorry!” she exclaims and you almost laugh out loud. “Delivery
for Mr. Kise, is that you?”

He nods and she gains his signature before proffering
another box, this one white with a blue ribbon and local bakery insignia on it.
He thanks her and shuts the door turning to look at you. “Did you order this?”

“Nope, looks like it’s another surprise. See if this one has
a name attached to it.”

He looks over the box but there’s no clue as to who the
sender is. Setting it on the counter, he opens the lid and finds a decidedly large
and decadent looking chocolate cake nestled within. “Another mystery, huh?” you
ask and he nods as he locks eyes with you.

“Did you do something?” he questions suddenly.

“Me? The only thing I’m doing is making my boyfriend his
favorite meal for lunch on his birthday.” You shrug returning your attention to
the simmering liquid in the pot. “Maybe your more determined fans are
sending you birthday gifts now.”

“If that’s true, I’ll have to move,” he mumbles under his
breath. It wouldn’t be the first time some crazies got a hold of his private
information. While he loves being a full-time model now, it does come with some
undesirable side effects.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, Ryouta,” you comment taking a
taste test and adding more salt. “It’s probably your family and they just
forgot to put a card in or something.”

He pouts a bit but doesn’t argue with you further. The soup
is almost done so you turn off the burner and set the broiler temperature to
heat up the bread and melt the cheese. Five minutes later, you and Ryouta take
seats to enjoy the soup of your labor.

“This is always so good, _____-cchi,” he says taking a
spoonful.

“I’m glad you enjoy it,” you hum.

Lunch finished, you glance at the clock; your present should
be here any minute now.

“______-cchi, I was thinking for today we could-“

Again Kise’s sentence is cut off by a knock at the door.

“Oh what is it now?” he asks flinging open the door only to
choke on his breath. Standing together before him are Kuroko, Aomine, Akashi,
Midorima, and Murasakibara, all clad in shorts, t-shirts and sport shoes.

“Wha…how…you…” Kise stammers.

“Oi, get a move on!” shouts a voice Kise recognizes as
Kagami’s. Kise’s five former teammates make their way inside, each offering him
a happy birthday. As Kagami comes into view, Kise is further startled to see
Kasamatsu, Nakamura, Hayakawa, Moriyama and Kobori. His apartment, while rather
lavish, still feels tight with all his former teammates in it.

Turning around, Kise’s tear brimmed eyes lock with yours and
you nod once. He rushes forward, gathering you into his arms in a fiercely
tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers into your ear.

“I knew how much you were missing everyone even if you try
to hide it so I called Akashi-san to see if he could help me,” you admit.

Kise looks at his former junior high captain who shrugs but
his face holds a surprisingly warm smile. “What’s the good of having a private
jet if I never use it for my own pleasure?”

“So,” you go on drawing Kise’s attention back to you. “The lot of you are going to go to the court in downtown
and play ball. Then, when you’re done, we’ll all meet at the hotel they’re
staying at to get cleaned up and ready to go out to dinner.“

Kise smiles widely but a look of confusion floods his face. Turning around he considers for a moment then points to Midorima and Murasakibara. “If you guys were already planning on being here, why did you send those gifts ahead of time?”

“What on earth is he talking about?” Midorima asks looking at
Mura who shrugs.

“The…the fish! Aren’t they my lucky item Midorimacchi? And the cake! Who else but

Murasakibaracchi

would send such a huge dessert?”

“Your sisters,” you answer stepping up to his side to show a
text message conversation between you and the two other most important women in
his life. “Both of them did send cards but they were lost in the transit.”

Kise flushes in embarrassment but you kiss his cheek and
encourage him to go get ready. He hurries off to his room while the rest of the
gang say their official hellos to you. You give Akashi a particularly long hug.
“Thank you so much for your help, you really should let me pay you back or at
least pay a portion for the hotel.”

“Nonsense, ______-chan,” he says evenly, “It’s no trouble at
all. Please don’t worry about it.”

Kise is back quickly, eager to get going. The twelve men
clamor down the stairs and flood into the street, the sound of ribbing,
teasing, arguing and just generally catching up flooding through the open
window. You look out of it, watching as they go pleased at sight of the biggest
and brightest smile you think you’ve ever seen on Kise’s face.

With a sigh, you flop onto the couch, immensely glad your
surprise came off so well.

Oh gosh sorry i’m a mess, the song for oikawa is take this waltz, and the reader has jut gone through a very bad moment and Oikawa just wants to let them know that he loves them and that is okay to be sad, if you’re confortable with it can you do some nsfw too? Fluff please! Sorry again for bothering so much i’m a mess, i hope this is okay!

No worries dear! I will admit, I struggled a bit with this
one because I couldn’t quite get the song to mesh with my perception of your
request so instead I focused only on what you specifically asked for. That
means I don’t really have anywhere to sprinkle the lyrics but I’ve been doing
the song fics both ways (lyrics and no lyrics) so I really hope you like what I
came up with as far as the scene goes. Thanks for following and thanks for the
request!

Take this Waltz By Leonard Cohen – Oikawa

A deep sigh leaves your lips, eyes glazing over until the
words on the page before you blur into a massive blob of unreadable text. You
can’t concentrate, the words uttered to you so carelessly echoing in your head
on an endless cycle of repeated insult. You know he doesn’t mean to be like
this, but sometimes the expectations and pressure your father puts on you is
overwhelming. Couple that with the constant disappointment he seems to have for
you and you’re left in the wake of a self-deprecating cyclone that just won’t
quit.

“_____-chan, what’s wrong?” Tooru’s voice draws you out of
your haze and you force a smile up at him.

“Nothing Tooru, just,” you pause momentarily trying to think
of something safe to say, something that won’t draw out all the feelings of
inferiority and self-doubt you have to the surface. “I’m just having trouble
understanding this section,” you continue quickly pointing to the page. It’s
not exactly a lie, you haven’t read anything for the past ten minutes despite
staring at it continuously.

Tooru hums, the sound a clear indication he doesn’t believe
you. Taking your hand, he draws you out of his desk chair and seats you on his
bed. Grasping your other hand, he looks down for a moment seemingly to gather
his thoughts before his normally teasing gaze when you’re positioned on his
place of sleep is replaced with a much more serious expression. “_____-chan, I
know that’s not it,” he says slowly, thumbs tracing over your skin. “I wish you
didn’t feel like you have to keep everything buried inside, it’s ok to show
your emotions every once in a while.”

You try for teasing when you ask, “So you want me to be sad,
Tooru?”

“No,” he answers drawing out the word, hand lifting to
caress your cheek and you lean into the touch. “But I know that bottling up
everything isn’t good either. Every so often it’s good to, you know, just cry
it out.”

His gaze is steady but soft, eyes never leaving yours and
conveying all the support and love you so desperately need. The roiling turmoil
lodged deep in the pit of your stomach erupts like an overactive volcano and
you let out a large sob, giant tears streaking down your face. Tooru falls to
the bed on his back, drawing you with him to lay your head on his chest, his
strong arms wrapped securely around your now quivering body. You cry and cry
and cry, releasing all of the pent up agony that comes with being a university
student with too much pressure, demands and expectations placed upon them.

Through it all, Tooru never stops his motions; rubbing your
back, carding his fingers through your hair, kissing your forehead or your
temple but he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to fix it. He lets you be
flawed and in some twist of irony you don’t think you’ve ever loved him more
than right now, for just letting you be broken, letting you talk about your
fears and anxiety in a torrent of barely coherent speech, words you’ve kept
locked away so long for fear of more judgement despite knowing he’s the last
person in the world who would do so.

Your breakdown only lasts about ten minutes but the relief
you feel from the expulsion of so much toxicity makes you feel lighter. Tooru
still doesn’t say anything as your sobs turn to sniffles and your breathing
from gasps to slight puffs of air. His shirt is soaked with tears and snot but
he doesn’t care, he knows you needed this more than anything he could give you.
It broke his heart to hear you so despondent but he knows, he knows so well how
much better you will feel now that all of that has gotten out.

You rise, eager to get the remnants of your outpouring off
of your face. Tooru watches you from the bed, leaning up to take off his shirt
and chuck it in the hamper. When you turn back around, face cleaner but still
blotched red from the sting of your salty tears, he rises quickly and goes to
you, drawing you back into his arms in a fierce embrace.

“Tooru, wha-,” you begin only to be cut off by insistent
lips on your own. Your low, sweet moan pulls a different feeling from Tooru’s
chest and he grips you tighter, kisses you harder until a slight whimper makes
him pull away to look at you again.

Your eyes are half hooded as are his, his thumb tracing the
bottom of your kiss abused lips. “Now that you’ve fallen apart,” he says, voice
low and thick as he draws you even closer to whisper against your ear, “Let me
help mend you.” A delicate kiss to the underside of your jaw has you melting
and him smirking; he knows all the buttons to push to drive you to your knees
if he wanted. But he’s feeling magnanimous and eager to please so instead he
gathers you in his arms to take back to his bed, pausing only to open his door
and shove out the “do not disturb” sign he and his roommate agreed to keep for occasions
such as these.

The flat of your back hits the mattress with a soft thud but
you’re momentarily pulled up right for Tooru to shed you of your shirt. “Tooru,
I’m such a mess,” you protest but he silences you with a nip to your neck.

“And I’m going to make you an even bigger one,” he purrs licking
the shell of your ear. Hands find their way to the waist band of your jeans,
his mouth sucking roughly on the side of your throat as he undoes their button.
He draws back, releasing your skin with an audible pop that brings a flush of
red to your cheeks brighter than the mark left on your neck. “Always so bashful,” he coos
teasingly, lips trailing over the sensitive flesh of your abdomen. He can smell
you through your panties, the knowledge of your arousal to his dominance making
his mouth water.

“God ____-chan, you have no idea what you do to me,” he
moans, kissing your inner thighs with reverence. You’ve no time to consider his
words before he’s tugging the last barrier to your sex away from your body. No
matter how many times you do this with him, you feel the instinct to cover
yourself but he’s having none of that today. Strong hands grip your wrists,
holding your arms flush against your sides as he delves into the sweet nectar
of your center.

“Tooru,” you hiss. Turning your head against his pillow brings your
nose nearer the fabric which smells of him in the best way, adding to the
feeling of him devouring you whole. His tongue is prodding deeper, pushing to
go as far into you as he can. A gentle hum from his mouth sends shockwaves
directly to your spine making your toes curl into the sheets. You’d no idea you
were this worked up, but apparently it’s been longer than you remember since
the two of you have been intimate.

Then again, Tooru can make you come in seconds when he
really wants to.

“Ah! Tooru, wait! You know if you make me come I can’t-“

“I don’t care about that,” he says roughly. “This is all
about you right now so the only sounds I wanna hear coming from those pretty
lips are moans and gasps while I wreck you.”

“I thought you were putting me back together?” you ask through a groan.

“Change of plans and judging by how soaked you are, I can’t say that you mind, now enough talking,” he growls before diving back in.

Further speech on both your parts is stalled, him because his
mouth is occupied with pleasuring you and you’re too busy adhering to his request. You can’t
stop the noises you’re making even if you wanted to. Tooru releases your wrists
in favor of sliding his hands under your ass to lift and draw you even closer,
the resulting deeper penetration prompting you to card your fingers through his
hair for which he moans in approval.

“…Tooru…”you pant, hips writhing as pressure builds deep
in your stomach. He sucks hard at your clit making you jerk, his fingers
tightening their hold. It doesn’t take much longer for your orgasm to bloom,
sprouting out from the apex of your thighs through all your veins sending a
keening cry of “Oh god!” through your lips. Tooru keeps up the pressure,
drawing it out as long as he can until your thighs are shaking and you’re
pushing against his head in silent request to stop.

He draws back, heaving deep breaths. When you meet his eyes,
you find them blown wide with lust, a satisfied smile on his face as he wipes
his lips. He moves away to the bathroom to wash up quickly, downing a glass of
water to rehydrate himself. By the time he returns, you’re already half asleep.

Tooru chuckles, grabbing a spare blanket before shucking his
pants to curl up next to you, flesh to flesh. You snuggle into the warmth of
his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you further into
slumber. “I love you,” he whispers against the crown of your head. You’re
pretty sure you respond but if not, you’ll just make it up to him later.

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A Takeda scenario please~~! With s/o who is was angry at him for forgetting their anniversary due to much work and that he is also planning to propose to her. can the whole team help him in doing the proposal?

This came out really long but I hope you enjoy it! LOTS of fluff!

Takeda inhales a sharp breath. The moment he sees you his
memory finally kicks in to realize he’s committed one of the worst dating sins;
he forgot your anniversary. You don’t say a word, you don’t have to. The weight
of your stare from across the polished floors breeds tension in the room that
even the most oblivious of the volleyball idiots can sense.

“______,” begins Takeda.

“Don’t,” you say putting up your hand.
“Just…don’t.” Turning on your heel, you exit before the first of many
tears to be cried tonight falls. Takeda moves forward but stops in his tracks
when you shout over your shoulder, “And don’t follow me!”

There’s silence in your wake, none of those left behind sure
what to say to their dear sensei. They don’t know what happened but it’s clear
he made a mistake and a grave one at that. But he’s amazing; shouldn’t all his
good outweigh one bad move?

“My apologies,” Takeda says turning back around,
“um, let’s get back to work I suppose.” The team tries to regroup but
are distracted with concern for their advisor.

“Sensei, are you ok?” Hinata can’t help asking.

“Tch, it’s obvious he’s not,” sneers Tsukishima.

“Alright guys, take a lap to warm back up. Daichi, get
their heads back on straight,” Ukai orders.

“Hai!” responds the captain, ushering the team
outside.

Now alone with his friend, Ukai scratches the back of his
head and shifts his feet. “You, uh, wanna talk about it?”

Takeda smile is dull, a deep sigh pushing out the words of
his mistake.

“Welp, not surprised she’s upset but I mean, everyone’s
allowed one royal screw up, right?”

“I think this is heavier than that, Ukai-kun.”

The coach shrugs, thrusting his hands in his pockets. A beat
of silence passes then Takeda is speaking again. “I don’t mean to put her
on the back burner, I just get so focused with work and the team! She’s really
the most important person in my life. I… I want to ask her to marry me.”

Ukai’s jaw drops slightly; he’d no idea things had gotten
this serious between the two of you.

“You should sensei!” shouts Noya startling them
both. As the group surrounds them he adds, “We’ll help you!”

“Noya, you really shouldn’t-” begins Asahi.

“No, I think it’s a great idea. She really loves all
of you,” Takeda says smiling a bit wider. “And I’ll take all the help I
can get.”

The next morning you’re at home, eyes red rimmed and puffy.
You know Ittsetu would never do anything to hurt you intentionally, but it’s
hard not to feel a bit heartbroken to have been forgotten so easily. No, not
forgotten, more like overlooked but it stings all the same. A knock at your
door brings you out of your haze, hand rubbing your eyes in attempts to gain
clear vision again. When you open it, you’re surprised to see Yachi and Shimizu
on your porch.

“Good morning, _____-san,” Shimizu says politely while Yachi
just waves, her body quivering a bit but you can’t tell if it’s trepidation or
excitement; with this girl, it could be anything.

You offer a watery smile. “Good morning girls, is there
something I can help you with?” Then, your face bears concern as you ask
hurriedly, “Is something wrong? Did something happen to Takeda-sensei?”

“No, no,” Shimizu assures quickly shaking her head, “That’s
kind of why we’re here. We just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Oh, you two are very sweet,” you reply with a sigh. “I…I’m
sure he and I will work it out. You didn’t have to come all this way just for
that!”

“We…we were hoping maybe…maybe we could do that girls’ day
thing you mentioned!” Yachi says. “You know? To help cheer you up?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” you begin trailing off when you see her
expression drop. Perking yourself back up, you force a smile. These girls took
time out of their day off to try to help you feel better and you’re not going
to let their efforts be wasted. “You know what? You’re right! It’s the perfect
day for girl time!” Yachi lets out a yelp of encouragement while Shimizu smiles
softly. “Come in,” you continue drawing back from the threshold to allow them
entrance, “I just need to take a quick shower and get dressed, then we can go.
Did you have anything in mind?”

“We have a few ideas,” Shimizu says kindly as she takes a
seat on your couch.

“Ok then, you girls figure out the details and I’ll be back
in a jiffy.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re dressed in one of your favorite
dresses, hair up and light makeup in anticipation of the heat of the day.

“Ohhhh, you look so pretty!” exclaims Yachi covering her
mouth.

“Thank you, Yachi-san,” you reply picking up your purse. The
next minute the three of you are outside headed to the train station. “So,
where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” the girls say together making you laugh.

The train ride is pleasant, filled with gossip about the
boys and you and Shimizu gently prodding Yachi to make a confession to Hinata.
It’s plainly obvious the two of them like each other and even though they’re so
young, you can’t help but be swept up in the memory of high school love. The
thought brings your own man to your
mind and you consider what to do about your current situation. You love Ittsetu
with all your heart and were of the mindset that he felt the same way, but now
you’re not so sure.

The train arrives to your stop and the three of you exit.
You get a few feet ahead of the girls before you realize they’re no longer
right behind you. Turning around, they’re standing next to one of the platform
pillars, smiles on their faces. Walking up to them, you ask, “What’s the hold
up?”

“We owe you an apology,” Shimizu says handing you an
envelope. “This was never about spending time with us, but we hope you’ll
forgive us the small deception.”

Confused, you open the envelope and find a note inside:

My dearest, ______, by
now you should be standing if not exactly at least near to the place you were
the first time I ever laid eyes on you. Your beauty took away my breath but
when you looked at me I couldn’t meet your eyes. It would take me months to finally
work up the nerve to even speak to you. But I’m so glad that I did. You are so
much more than just a pretty face, but yours is the only one I want to look at.

–
Ever your
captive, Ittsetu

When you look up, there are already tears brimming in your
eyes as you search for your beloved. “He’s not here, but this is your next
stop,” Yachi says handing you another ticket. The girls wave as you get back on
the train.

The next stop is one you know well since it leads to the
first place Ittsetu took you on a date. As you round the corner of the little
side street, you’re surprised to find Narita and Kinoshita seated at one of the
outside tables of the bistro.

“Good morning boys,” you say kindly, “you’re out early.”

“Good morning, _____-san,” they say together, both of their
voices a little shaky.

There’s a beat of silence before Narita is reaching under
the table and pulling out a bouquet of the same flowers Ittsetu gave you on
your first date while Kinoshita hands you another envelope and offers you his
seat to read it. You sit down, setting the flowers upon the table so you can
properly hold the paper.

Darling ______, the
stop was probably enough to give away where you’d end up next. This place will
always be ours, much as I hope you’ll always be mine. Whenever I catch wind of
these flowers, I’m reminded of you but their scent pales in comparison to the
natural sweetness that is your essence. When I breathe you in, you give me
life.

–
Intoxicated
by you, Ittsetu

Your smile is bigger now, letter clutched to your chest.
Silently, Narita hands you another ticket for which you thank him before
heading back to the station.

Again, the train whisks you away and again you smile widely
as it pulls to a stop. Exiting, you know right where to go, the park a quick five minute walk away. Looking at the top of the hill, you see four figures in
the distance but you don’t have to get close to know who they are.

Hinata is bouncing on the balls of his feet while Kageyama
and Tsukishima argue about you don’t know what. Yamaguchi has a sweet blush on
his cheeks as he hands you a box. Opening it, you find a tube of lipstick which
surprises you until you read the accompanying letter.

My star, you’re now at
the spot we shared our first kiss. I think the only other time I have been that
nervous was when I got my first kiss ever in junior high. But kissing you was
one of the most significant things to happen in my life, even if I did get
teased relentlessly by my fellow coaches and advisors for having a smear of
your lipstick on me. This will forever be my favorite color because it always
reminds me of that first kiss.

–
Willingly
marked, Ittsetu

“Here you go, ______-san!” Hinata exclaims loudly, shoving a
ticket into your hand.

You giggle, patting his head in thanks, before giving a wave
to the rest of the boys and taking your leave. Upon the train, you sigh softly;
Ittsetu may have made one of the biggest errors ever, but he’s definitely making
up for it now.

Another stop, another memory, this time in the form of the
place where you first told each other “I love you.” Now expecting to see
familiar faces, you grin widely at the sight of your two favorite misfits; Nishinoya
and Tanaka. The left winger spiker and libero rush over to you, eager to get
their gift and letter into your hands.

“Open it!” Tanaka says excitedly while Noya nods
enthusiastically.

Chuckling, you do as bidden, revealing a beautiful sterling
silver locket but instead of heart shaped, it’s fashioned to look like a book.
Opening it reveals a picture of you and Ittsetu at a faculty Christmas party,
both you dressed to the nines.

Every day a new
chapter of our lives is written and I cannot express the joy I have in my
heart that our stories are now intermingled. You enrich my life with color and
substance but ground me to the things that are most important. I never want to
part from you.

“This is your last stop,” Noya says giving you another
ticket. You kiss both their heads bringing furious blushes to their cheeks.

Exiting the train at your final destination brings you face
to face with the third years, each of them smiling warmly as you approach.

“Good evening, ______-san,” Sawamura says.

“Hello boys,” you reply. “I have to admit, I’m stumped on
this one, must be a new thing Takeda-sensei has in mind.”

“Always so perceptive,” Sugawara comments with a grin.

“Co…could you come with us, please?” Azumane asks quietly.

You nod, beginning to walk forward but Suga puts up his
hand. “Ah, ah, you have to put this on first,” he says handing you a blindfold.
You frown and pout playfully but tie it around your head obediently. The three
boys usher you slowly and carefully to wherever it is Ittsetu wants them to
take you.

“Ok, _____-san, here’s a seat for you,” Sawamura says
helping you to sit down. “Just wait here,” he adds then steps away.

It isn’t long before you feel movement near you and you just
know it’s Ittsetu.

“Ittsetu, can I remove this now?” you ask fingering the
blindfold.

“Yes,” he answers, voice a little rough with emotion.

Pulling away the fabric, you blink to gain your vision back
then gasp as you take in the sight of a huge oak tree lit from base to almost
its top with fairy lights. You’re seated at a table for two but Ittsetsu is
kneeling on one knee…oh god…

“______,” he begins taking your hand, “today you went on a
journey of our firsts. And now, I hope to make one more first,” he opens a
small box, ring gleaming inside, “and a last. I want you and only you by my
side until I leave this world. Will you…will you marry me?”

“Oh Ittsetsu, of course I will!” you cry, flinging yourself
into his arms. He holds you tightly, face buried in the crook of your neck
which he peppers with kisses.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you. I promise, I won’t ever do
anything so stupid again,” he breathes against your ear.

“It’s ok, I forgive you,” you reply hastily, pulling back
before moving forward again to plant a long kiss on his lips.

“I’ll take that as a sign she said yes.” Ukai’s voice snaps
your attention to the base of the tree where all the team begin to emerge with
tables, chairs and food; all the makings of an engagement celebration.

“Wait, where’s Ennoshita? He’s the only one I didn’t see
today,” you ask looking around.

“I’m here,” he says stepping out from his hiding spot. “I’ve
been following you the whole day documenting your trip. I’ll have the video put
together by the end of next week. Only,” he looks at Takeda, “Sensei, could I
have your permission to use it for my art school submission when I graduate
high school? I have a feeling it will be my best work yet.”

“Of course,” he answers quickly then looks at you, “Only,
that is, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind as long as we’re the first to see it,” you
reply and the second-year nods.

“Alright, then, let’s get on with the celebrating!” Ukai
calls.

“Whoohoo! I’ve got the sake!” Saeko cries making herself
known as she sets up drinks and food.

The rest of the evening is spent surrounded by the team
who’ve in the past year become like a makeshift family to you and Ittetsu and
as you watch them all interact with one another, you just know these bonds,
like the one you will make with your fiancé, will go on forever.

Hey I think I’m still in time for a song fic request?^^’ Could I please get the song “first day of my life” by Bright eyes for Kuroo. I don’t mind what the story is but I had a scenario incase you were stuck. Maybe a foreign exchange student comes to Nekoma High and they slowly and shyly fall for eachother? Like they have to cope with the language barrier and she’s shy but they feel comfortable around eachother and he realised he doesn’t want her to leave? Thank you so much, have a good night:)

Thank you for the request! I’m sorry this isn’t exactly as you
requested but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

“First Day of my Life” by Bright Eyes – Kuroo

Kuroo doesn’t know why today feels different but there’s a
buzzing in his head that just won’t go away. It’s like all the world is tense
and waiting, waiting for something to happen. He rubs his eyes, ready to
believe he just didn’t sleep well last night. Flopping into his seat, he takes
out his notebook filled with volleyball formations to give a quick review
before class starts.

Your musical laughter sounds from the front of the room and
he looks up. His breath catches in the hollow of his throat. It’s like he’s
seeing you for the first time.

Yours was the first
face that I saw

I think I was blind
before I met you

The room and people around him fade away leaving only your
beauty caught in his gaze. How can it have taken him this long to notice how mesmerizing you are? And what changed? Did
you cut your hair, dye it? You wear the same uniform as all the other girls in
school but somehow, today, it hugs you just right, showing off your feminine
figure more acutely than ever before. His mouth goes from dry to wet, a quick
gulp of his throat taking down the extra saliva that has suddenly pooled there.
Is he seriously almost drooling over
you?

He notices too late that you’ve caught him staring and he
can only imagine the look that’s on his face when he sees your reaction to it.

Kuroo stands up, moving swiftly to your position by the
door. Without a word, he grabs your hand and tugs and you follow him without a
second thought. He’s your friend, you trust him and clearly something is wrong
if his expression is anything to go by. Soon enough you’re in a semi-secluded
spot near the lockers, away from the eyes of hall monitors, at least for now.

Kuroo turns around, towering over you as he looks down into
your eyes. You can’t read his expression, are unsure of what is happening or
where this is going but you stay silent waiting for his words.

I don’t know where I
am, I don’t know where I’ve been

But I know where I
want to go

A wave of nerves shakes Kuroo to his core; he finally
realizes what’s happened. It’s like he’s waking up from a haze. It isn’t that
his life has been bad before, but he knows, he just knows, that having you in it in a more permanent capacity will make
it so much better. So he swallows his fear, takes your hands in his and opens
his mouth.

“I don’t know why I never saw it properly before, _____-chan,
but…you’re amazing.” His words send your pulse into overdrive, the threat of
fainting real when he squeezes your hands and continues, “I know this is out of
the blue and I could have probably chosen a better time and place to do it, but…this
couldn’t wait.”

And so I’d thought I’d
let you know

That these things take
forever, I especially am slow

But I realized that I
need you

And I wondered if I
could come home

“Kuroo-san,” you whisper but he shakes his head and you fall
silent.

“______-chan, I…I really, really like you,” he confesses,
hands sweating as the words roll off his tongue. “Would you…would you consider
going out with me?”

Your eyes open wider in surprise but a second later you’re
smiling. Giving his hands a squeeze you nod your head slowly. Kuroo grins,
swooping down to gather you in a large hug around your waist. You let loose a
giggle as your arms wrap around his neck.

The impulsivity of his confession and your acceptance will
no doubt create waves in both your lives, especially since you’re a foreign
exchange student set to return to your home country at the end of the year. But
as you look in Kuroo’s eyes you know this is right and somehow, despite time
and distance in the future, you’ll make it work.

This is the first day
of my life

I’m glad I didn’t die
before I met you

But now I don’t care,
I could go anywhere with you

And I’d probably be
happy

Hello dear~ Aone is a minor character right?? May I request a scenario where he tries to comfort his gf who is agitated/upset that people keep telling her to smile and to not look so cranky, when in fact she basically just has resting bitch face? (She actually hates when people tell her to smile) also this is totally not based on real life events, nope nope~ please make extra fluffy :)

Oh my dear, I love this gentle
souled giant SO MUCH! Thank you for requesting and I hope this makes you smile!

“_____-chan, why don’t you smile more? You know you’d look so much
prettier if you do.” You knew your best friend was just trying to help, but how
could that not be taken as a backhanded compliment?

“Really, ______, you have so much to be happy about, why do you always
look so glum?” If your mother was trying to encourage you, she failed miserably
only adding to your feelings of frustration.

“Geez, bad day?” a random classmate asks as you take your seat.

That was it. “No! It’s not a bad day, or a bad life, or a bad
anything!” you shout before you can think better of it. “Maybe I just have a
bad face!” There’s stunned silence around you but before anyone can say anything
else you run out of the room, Aone looking after you with a concerned frown. He
gets up, trailing behind you quickly and easily covering the distance thanks to
his long limbs.

He takes your hand, tugging you down a flight of stairs and under
it. You’re trying not to cry but failing miserably and he knows you’re embarrassed
so he sits on the ground and tugs you into his lap, allowing your arms to wrap
around him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“Why can’t people just leave me alone?” you mumble. “It’s
not like I’m doing it on purpose! This is just…my face!”
As you cry harder, his
embrace tightens, a deep rumble of disapproval at your predicament emanating
from his chest. Aone has never been one to speak a lot of words and can only
hope you understand how he feels through his actions.

After a few minutes, you quiet down with the only evidence of your emotional outburst being tear streaks on
your cheeks and the damp spots on his shirt.

“Why are people so judgmental?” you mutter.

Aone shrugs. He’s no stranger to people’s misplaced perceptions.
Truthfully, he’d been a little intimated by you himself when you first met but
he’d quickly learned how kind and compassionate a person you are, especially
when you were willing to sit next to him when no one else word. Over time, you’d
coaxed him out of his shell, never pushing him but rather waiting for him to open
up on his own. It’s one of the many things he loves and admires about you.

You inhale a deep breath, finally looking up at him, lips curling
into a soft smile at the look of concern on his face. “Sorry,” you whisper, “I
guess I’m just being a big baby.”

“Don’t apologize for how you feel,” he replies, large hand cupping
your cheek. “Just remember that you’re beautiful in every way, no matter what
anyone else says.”

You always bottle up Aone’s words like gifted treasure and these
sparkle like so many diamonds and rubies. A wider smile erupts on your face and
you lean up, kissing him gently. Locking lips with you never fails to bring a
blush to Aone’s cheeks but he bears the weight of possible embarrassment for
the privilege of your intimacy.

“I love you,” you say softly and he offers a small smile of his
own before he’s the one kissing a blush onto your cheeks.