“Do I miss anyone right now?” the peak spider considers. A sigh escapes as he looks out the window at the London city line. “Don’t tell them I said this,” he finally replies, a dark blush creeping up his neck, “but I really miss my Sohoku guys.”
The ace blushes a bit, scratching the side of his neck. “A secret huh?” He looks down. “Um, I….I have a crush on someone,” he says to the floor. Before he can go on, Oikawa bounds into the room, slamming into his back.
“Oooooo, Iwa-chan, are you finally confessing to Chi-chan?!” he exclaims.
“Sh…shut up trashykawa!!”
Thank you for the request! I’ve enjoyed your writing so very much and I’m so pleased you passed over a request! I really hope you like what I came up with for this one! The song was definitely inspiring, so thank you for including it!
“No light, no light” by Florence+The Machine
Thump thump
There it is again, the irregular beating of his heart whenever you come into view.
Thump thump thump
Your laugh, simple and sincere, sends ripples of what he thinks is happiness in his heart. He wishes he could make you do it.
Thump thump thump thump
The drumming gets harder, faster, when you look his way, a smile tilting up your lips, but he can’t be sure it’s for him or the boy who’s never in his shadow no matter Murasakibara’s height.
“Good morning _____-chan,” Himuro greets, smile easy as yours. Is that a blush? Since when does Murasakibara notice let alone care about anyone’s reaction to his apparently “dreamy” partner? He mumbles his own greeting around a piece of candy as they pass you by.
“Something wrong Atushi?” Himuro asks only to be met with a silent shake of the head.
“Murasakibara-kun, are you going to the festival this weekend?” you ask.
“Hmmmm, if there’s food, yeah,” he shrugs.
“Of course they’ll be food!” you laugh and he feels a blush crawling up his neck as your mirth filled eyes meet his. “You should come with us,” you go on, turning attention back to the paper on your desk.
“Us?” he questions.
“Yeah! You, me, Himuro-kun, they’ll be a few more from our class and anyone else you like.”
“What…what if I want it to be just…you and me?” he asks not looking at you.
The pen in your hand drops, your head whipping up to look at him and if he’d looked he’d see the blush upon your cheeks. “Do…do you mean that? I mean…is it, like a date?”
He nods, still unwilling to expose his face to your own.
“Then ask me properly,” you tease gently bumping against him.
He huffs, not sure if he’s more irritated at you for insisting he repeat himself or at himself for being so wimpy over something so silly.
“Go with me to the festival,” he says.
You chuckle, nodding as you reply, “Close enough. Ok, Murasakibara-kun. I’ll go with just you to the festival.”
The festival date leads to more which leads to dating which leads him to where Murasakibara stands now, a crossroad he never even considered existing let alone that he’d be standing at it. For the first time in his life, he’s beginning to wonder if this drumming in his heart is passion. But he can’t let go of his prejudice against it. Passion is for fools, for those who can’t see the truth right in front of their face. He understands talent, inherent skill and ability. But this – these emotions – he doesn’t understand. It’s intangible, an ebb and flow like the tide crashing against the beach the two of you stand upon. How can what he feels coincide with who he is?
“Mura-kun,” you say, voice quiet against the roar of the waves. “What’s wrong? You seem, agitated. Did I upset you?” You can’t for the life of you think what could have happened in the span of the two days you haven’t seen each other but clearly there’s something.
He turns his attention to you, body blocking the moon casting you in darkness and a shiver snakes down your spine. It’s like he’s hiding in plain sight, guarded and hard. So when he steps closer you fight against retreat, willing your body to stand still and wait. Being with him hasn’t been easy but you never expected it to be. He reaches a large hand to cup your face, calloused thumb tracing back and forth across your cheek making you sigh, eyes fluttering closed as you lean into his touch.
His other hand lands on your back, drawing your bodies closer, the hard plane of his chest pressing firmly against your own. You’re unprepared for his lips against yours, the insistence of them jarring your eyes open. His own are closed now, a deep moan rumbling out as he tugs you closer, tongue grazing your lips to push entry in your mouth making your lids snap shut once more. The wind whips his hair against your faces, but he doesn’t care, doesn’t move to push it aside, instead pouring all his focus into kissing you breathless. It isn’t often he initiates intimate contact and although his actions seem in opposition to his mood you’ll take a gift when it’s given.
Time feels like it stops, the world falls away and it’s just you and him.
Pulling away, but with eyes still closed, Murasakibara rasps, “I love you and it’s terrifying.”
And just like that the world crashes back into view, your eyes flying open only to find his still closed, brows furrowed in what seems like pain.
“Why? Why are you scared?” you ask breathlessly, fingertips tracing the line of his clenched jaw.
“Because I don’t know…I don’t know how to,” he admits.
“Mura-kun, look at me,” you implore gently. He shakes his head, ever the petulant child but you can’t be mad. This is the most vulnerable he’s ever been in his life. “Fine, you can just listen then,” you consent. Taking a deep breath, you lean on tiptoes, drawing your lips close to his ear. “You don’t have to worry so much. Because in your own way, you’ve been loving me a long time. I just…never said anything about my own because I didn’t want to scare you away.” You huff a small laugh, shaking your head at the irony. “But you ended up afraid anyway.”
He draws up, tired of leaning down so far, but keeps you close, tucking you against his chest, resting his head on top of your own. The crash of the waves fills the void of silence as you listen to the rapid beat of his heart.
Pulling back you crane to see his face, thankful he’s given up on avoiding eye contact forever and find his purple orbs filled with uncertainty making your heart ache. “If I wasn’t clear before, I’m making it clear now. I love you too…Atushi-kun,” you remark.
Thump thump thump
Murasakibara feels his heart speed up, a flush roaring over his cheeks but his chest no longer feels tight. He lets go of a long breath, picking you up in a hug that has your feet dangling.
He knows there’s so much he has to learn but for the first time in a long time, he doesn’t mind.
ASK: Can i request 78. “Excuse me, do you need help getting that?” With Kuroo or Tsukki (you can pick!) with a tiny spitfire fem. s/o who’s determined to get things from tall places by herself? And he constantly finds her climbing things to reach stuff and he’s determined she’s trying to get hurt or something lol. Oh! And could you maybe end it all cute with like 94. “Stop putting the mugs on the top shelf.” As like a sassy comment back to said boy? Hope this makes sense! TYSM ❤️Happy March Madness!!
A muffled curse and the sound of banging brought Kuroo around the corner towards the kitchen. He stopped at the threshold, lips curling into his signature grin as he watched his petite girlfriend clamoring up the counter, short arm reaching and tiny fingers stretched taut in an attempt to gather something from the top shelf.
Sauntering up behind her, he cooed, “Excuse me, miss? Do you need help getting that?”
She huffed, “I can do it myself, thank you,” not bothering to turn around. Her finger grazed the edge of the coveted item – a mug he could see now – resulting in its being pushed farther from the edge. With a sigh, she worked her feet under her legs forgetting her sock clad feet. Putting pressure into rising, her foot slipped against the slick granite.
“Oh shi-” she cried but Kuroo’s arms wrapped around her waist holding her steady.
“Stop before you kill yourself,” he chastised, heart beating faster than he would admit at just the thought of what could have happened had he not been there. “I swear, it’s like you look for trouble,” he teased, simultaneously setting her to the floor as he grasped the mug handle.
“I wouldn’t if you’d stop putting the mugs on the top shelf!” she snapped, reaching for the cup but he held it aloft, smirk returning to his face.
“Gotta tip your waiter,” he grinned, leaning down and tapping his cheek with the index finger of his other hand.
Instead she tickled his sides resulting in him dropping the mug but she was ready, easily catching it before turning to the coffee maker.
“So rude,” he complained, procuring his own mug from the same high shelf but he couldn’t help grinning when she sighed as she enjoyed the fruits of his “labor”.
Ask: Heyaaaa Jade, I would love for Noya to find a love letter addressed to him – Someone is crushing on him, because Noya is just too damn cool, so she writes this letter, calling him senpai because she is a year younger, telling him how cool is receives are and that to her, he is the biggest hero on court. I would love to read his reaction and see how much effort he would put in to find the author of the letter. It’s not signed, but the handwriting seems familiar.
I changed this up a bit but I hope you still like it! FINALLY, I got something written!
“Today is the most awesome day in the history of the world!” Nishinoya exclaimed bounding into the gym.
“Why’s that Nishinoya-senpai?” Hinata asked, eyes wide.
The libero grinned, flinging his thumb into his chest. “Because today I received something even better than a spike!” He held out a piece of paper partially crumpled thanks to his exuberance. “Today I got a love letter!”
The first year’s eyes got even wider but it was Tanaka’s booming voice that replied, “Way to go Noya! Who’s the lucky lady?!”
Nishinoya’s smile faltered momentarily. “Well, that’s the thing. She didn’t sign it.”
“Let me see,” Tanaka said snapping the parchment from between his fingers, reading out, “Dear Nishinoya-senpai, I hope this letter doesn’t bother or embarrass you-”
“As you if you could, calling him “senpai”, the simpleton,” Daichi chuckled.
“Hey!” Noya exclaimed but Tanaka rose his voice above further protest continuing to read.
“But I had to let you know how much I admire you. Your receives are the best I’ve ever seen and even though I know you’ll get them I can’t help but hold my breath until you do. Your eyes, so focused and determined, give me chills. You may not be the biggest player on the court,” – this earned snickers from Tsukishima and Yamaguchi – “but you’re my biggest hero. I wish you all the luck in the world for nationals and I’ll be cheering every game I can make.”
Tanaka sighed as he handed the prize possession back to his friend. “You lucky bastard. I wish some cute girl would send me a letter!”
“How do you know she’s cute?” Tsukishima questioned.
“I can just tell!” snapped the wing spiker.
“Ok guys, time to get busy!” Sugawara proclaimed, ushering the bickering teammates into warm ups as Nishinoya secured the letter in his bag.
Later on the walk home, he thought over the words again and again, not needing to pull out the letter since they were burned into his memory. Her hero?! He was her hero! “I’m definitely getting all of my receives tomorrow!” he vowed to the empty street.
And though he was so happy to have gotten such a sweet and encouraging message, he couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed that the author hadn’t made herself known. Most likely it was because she was nervous of his reaction. Of course, who wouldn’t be? But curiosity was growing and he wanted to thank her properly. How could he find her? Were there any clues he missed in the letter because of his overwhelming pleasure at receiving it at all?
Arriving home, he rushed upstairs, flicked on his desk lamp and poured over the letter once more, this time looking for any distinguishing marks. He wasn’t even sure what he meant by that, but there had to be something that gave a clue, right? He pulled out the envelope looking it over as well but could find nothing. It was as he stood up, paper in hand, that he saw something. Tilting it against the light revealed a faint hibiscus flower not able to been seen when looking at the paper straight on.
He let out a whoop of triumph. Here was something to go on at last! It was small, but he would look for as long as it took.
A few weeks later, he was no closer to finding his secret admirer despite his asking for spare pieces of paper from every girl in his class. He tried again with other classes during lunch but continually came up empty, either being rejected out right (so they couldn’t possibly be the author since any crush of his would be helpful, especially to the object of her affection) or not finding a match. He did gather an impressive collection of stationary though which he promptly passed to Yachi who stammered and blushed her thanks for the appreciated if rather random assortment of parchment.
“What am I’m going to do?” he groaned during a water break.
“Um, maybe just give up? You’re starting to look even creepier than usual,” Asahi commented.
“This from the guy who scares girls just by looking at them,” Noya retorted.
Asahi frowned but before he could defend himself Noya caught sight of something that made his heart stop; Kageyama holding a piece of paper with a hibiscus watermark; he’d found out what it was called from Ennoshita.
“Oi! Kageyama! Where’d you get that?” he thundered, rushing toward the now wide eyed setter.
“Get what?” he asked but Noya had snapped the coveted paper from his hand, shaking it back and forth in his face.
“This! This, this this! Where did you get this paper?”
Taking a step back, Kageyama stammered, “Um, from ______-chan. I forgot my notebook at home and she let me borrow a few sheets to take notes.”
“Is she cute?” Tanaka broke in.
Kageyama shrugged and both second years sighed.
“Come on, show me who she is,” Nishinoya insisted, grabbing Kageyama’s wrist and tugging him towards the gym door.
“Hey! Noya! We’ve got practice! Ennoshita, stop him!” Daichi shouted.
“Come on Noya, you can stalk your prey tomorrow, it’ll be easier to find her during classes anyway,” Ennoshita advised.
“Fine,” huffed Noya, releasing Kageyama’s wrist.
“Um, can I have my notes back, Nishinoya-senpai?”
The next day, Nishinoya was stalking the halls of Kageyama’s classroom, rushing up to the sullen faced setter the moment he stepped into view.
“There you are! Sheesh! You’re gonna make me late!”
“Sorry, I-”
“Nevermind, nevermind. Come on, show me ______-chan so I can get to class already!”
He walked briskly down the hall towards Kageyama’s classroom, stopping just before the threshold of the door. “Is she there yet?” Kageyama looked inside, nodding his head once. “Great, what seat is she in?”
“Third row from the door, fourth seat,” Kageyama replied.
Nishinoya took a deep breath. This was it! The moment he’d been waiting for! Slowly he peeked one eye through the crack in the door hinge and his breath caught in his throat. She was so cute! Her smile was soft but sincere as she chatted with her girlfriends, waiting for class to start. Before he could think more clearly, Nishinoya rushed into the room, Kageyama squawking behind him at the sudden movement.
“______-chan!” Nishinoya exclaimed, bowing low. “Thank you for your support. I’d be very happy if you’d go out on a date with me!”
Her face was almost purple as she stared at her crush bowing before her. How had he found out it was her who’d left that letter? Then her eyes landed on a slack-jawed Kageyama and it all made sense; her stationary! Why hadn’t she used regular old boring white paper?
“_____-chan?”
She snapped her eyes back down to Nishinoysa-senpai, still mostly prone at the waist, his brows furrowing more the longer she remained silent. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go but it was happening and he was asking her out but she couldn’t find her voice and-
She grabbed a piece of stationary, scribbling upon its surface. Just as she handed it to him, the bell rang and the first period teacher entered calling for attention before advising Nishinoya it would be in his best interest to get to his own class.
The libero rushed out of the room but paused long enough to read the paper she’d given him.
“Yes, Nishinoya-senpai, I’ll go on a date with you.”
He whooped, earning a reprimand from another teacher but he didn’t care. He had a date with the cute girl who admired him and that was all that mattered!
ASK: Hello!! Can I request some izuki headcanons as a bf? Thank you:-)
Not a problem, I might be able to manage to sprinkle in some V-day here and there! These came out more as reactions than scenarios – Admin Jade
Kise
“It was very stupid of you to mess with my sister,” Kise says, voice vibrating with rage. “But it was a death wish to mess with both of them.”
He picks up the two timing jackass, slamming him against the wall. “You may think I’m just a pretty face, but you’re about to find out how dangerous the rest of me is.”
Midorima
“I’ve been told you stole her lucky item,” Midorima says, his sister hiding behind his massive frame as he towers over the offending male. “Return it at once, or you’ll be the unlucky one.”
Murasakibara
“I told her making chocolates for you would be a waste of time,” Mursakibara grunts, eyes narrowed.
He leans closer, shadow swallowing the smaller frame of the boy who dared to accept a Valentine’s confession from the purple hair’s sister with no intention of reciprocation on White Day. “Now she’s crying and says she won’t ever make chocolates again,” he whines. The slamming of his fist against the locker makes the other flinch. “And it’s all your fault. I’m going to crush you for crushing her heart.”
Aomine
“Tetsuya,” Aomine drawls, leaning against the wall with crossed arms and narrowed eyes, “do you really not feel the same way for Satsuki as she does for you?”
His former shadow frowns then after a moment, shakes his head.
“Why the hell not?”
The question catches Kuroko off guard, as does the sudden increase in volume to Aomine’s tone. Swallowing unexpected nerves, he replies, “I just…she’s my friend. Nothing more.”
Aomine sighs, running one hand over his face. “Then figure out a way to make that crystal clear to her so she stops making a damn fool of herself.” Then his scowls returns. “She deserves better than that and you know it.”
Ask: Aomine scenario when he visits his parents during christmas with his wife and give them gifts, when his mom opens the gift, it’s a pair of tiny socks and a cute onesie. you know what I mean.. thanks 😉
I’m so sorry this is so, so, so late! I really hope you still enjoy it!
“Daiki! _______! It’s so good to see you!” Aomine’s mother hugs you tightly, then turns to her son smacking his chest. “Why did it take you so long to get out here?”
Aomine scowls though the look is less fearsome than usual. “It’s like I told you mom, I had training and _______’s work was being a bitch and-”
“Daiki! Language! Now, let’s get you inside and warmed up. It’s still so cold!”
Fluttering and twittering away, she leads the two of you into the house which smells of gingerbread and something stewed. You feel terrible that three holidays have passed without your presence to help celebrate but it’s as Daiki said and sometimes obligations just can’t be moved.
“Welcome home son,” his dad says extending a hand to shake after he pecks your cheek.
“Thanks pop,” Daiki sighs flopping onto the couch. As you sit next to him, he draws you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. The overt affection is not lost on Aomine senior but before he can question it, Daiki’s mother re-enters the room with cups of hot coffee.
It smells heavenly and you savor the scent before setting down the cup.
“Aren’t you going to have a drink?” she asks.
“Oh, it’s…still a tad too hot,” you supply quickly.
Across from you, you see Daiki’s father quirk up an eyebrow, a sly smile beginning to play over his lips but he hides it behind his own sip of coffee.
“So, how have you been – other than busy?”
Your attention returns to Daiki’s mother whose taken up residence on your right side. “Um, Daiki got the promotion he was working towards,” you reply.
“That’s wonderful! So does that mean I’ll finally get those grandchildren I’ve been begging for?” she asks excitedly.
“Funny you should mention that-” Daiki mutters but your elbow in his stomach stops him from going on.
“What was that?” His mother never misses anything.
You go to stand but Daiki’s hand on your thigh stops you. “I’ll get it,” he says, standing to move to the foyer where you left your bags. When he returns he has a wrapped box which he hands to his mother. “Merry Christmas, Mom, sorry it’s so late.”
She smiles up at him, patting the couch and he sits before she tears open her present. Pulling away the tissue paper she squeals in delight at the sight of two sets of onesies and tiny socks. On her other side, you watch Daiki’s eyes widen before looking up at you.
His mother sees the expression gasping out, “Don’t tell me you didn’t tell him until now, too?”
You shake your head but as your lips part to answer Daiki’s already speaking. “She didn’t tell me there’s two.”
Upon opening the front door, the smell of roses assaulted his nose. Midorima glanced down to see petals littering the floor, creating an obvious path that he knew he was meant to follow. It made a frown etch itself onto his lips; how long had the trail been sitting there? Minutes? Hours? He knew the answer would be way closer to the latter than he’d prefer.
“I’m home,” he called once he’d stepped through the threshold. The silence that greeted him wasn’t worrying, but it certainly wasn’t anticipated.
Removing his shoes, Midorima closed the door behind him before proceeding into his home. His sock covered feet stepped on the petals, feeling the moisture on them wick off into the thick fabric. It trailed off to the first right turn in the hallway, leading expectantly to the dining room. Even before Midorima turned into the room, he could smell the aroma of a perfectly cooked dinner sitting on the table.
“____?”
What he hadn’t expected was to see you fast asleep at your seat, your head resting on your folded arms. Just in front of you, your plate of food was sitting. Across from that, what he presumed to be his was also perfectly placed. Midorima only had to guess that both plates would be ice cold by now.
Stepping over to your side, Midorima took one final glance over the delicate details you’d painstakingly made sure were set. From the trail of petals to the bouquet on the table all the way to the dinner set out, he knew you’d probably spent the better half of your evening getting it all ready only for him to call and say he’d be staying an extra few hours at work.
Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, careful not to wake you up. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
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