Happy (Belated) Birthday Bokuto!

So for Bokuto’s birthday, I asked admin Rachel Lauren @imagine-that-haikyuu for an
idea since she said she didn’t have time to write anything. She showed me the
song “Swim” by Fickle Friends and this is the result of listening to it. I hope
you enjoy!

Growing up with Bokuto meant guaranteed sleepovers
practically every weekend and days filled with random adventures. His vast
imagination came up with the best games and make-believe worlds, most of which
never really made sense but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was you and he
were together. By the time you entered second grade you were convinced you and
Bo were going to get married someday.

Always teaching me how
to be

When your folks are
not here to see

You crashing on the
floor with me

But I can’t sleep

That was until he moved away. That summer was the loneliest
you’d ever experienced, crying yourself to sleep every night, so overwhelmed
with sadness you felt you could drown in it. You’d promised each other to stay
in touch but kids are kids and the vast distance meant you couldn’t see each
other anymore. It just wasn’t practical for either of your parents to drive you
or Bo to visit. Writing had never been one of Bo’s strong points so letters
often went unanswered for months until eventually you stopped writing him altogether.

And I don’t wanna know

You’ve found another
place to go

I copy everything
practical

And for the last time
I am sure

Even at such a young age, it hurt you to think of Bokuto
building a life separate from you. That he didn’t need you anymore. You knew he
didn’t mean to hurt you when he missed calling on your birthday. And the one
time you did try calling him again, the family wasn’t living there anymore and
you supposed he just didn’t think to let you know he’d moved again.

The wounds of losing the object of your first “puppy love”
relationship eventually scabbed over and by the time you enter high school,
your childhood friend became a melancholy memory.

That is until his boisterous laugh cuts across the campus of
Fukurōdani Academy. Even in a much deeper cadence there is no mistaking it’s
him. Overcome with nostalgia, you shout, “Boboko!” the childhood nickname
flying out of your mouth.

Bokuto freezes, his golden eyes wide as he turns to look in
your direction, mouth hanging open in shock. His hair is two-tone now but the
look suits him.

Blinking a bit, he smiles widely, hollering your name as he
rushes towards you. As he gets closer, your eyes widen; he’s big. He’s always been larger than you,
but goodness did he fill out! A startled squeak erupts from your lips as he
picks you up in a bone crushing hug and whirls you around, heedless of anyone who
could be impacted. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

Putting you down but keeping a hand on your shoulder, he
turns to the calm faced male you saw him walking with and says, “Akaashi, this
is my best friend, _________!”

“Akaashi Keiji,” he says offering a hand which you shake, “pleased
to finally meet you.” Your confused expression makes him smile slightly. “Bokuto-san
may have mentioned you once…or a thousand times.”

You’re stunned, genuinely surprised that Bokuto ever talked
about you to anyone else.

But before you can further consider how to feel about the
fact that Bokuto talked about you to
other people but failed to talk to
you by keeping in touch, he’s already making his way towards what you
understand to be the gym. “We have to catch up, but I have volleyball practice right
now. Um, do you mind waiting for me?”

“Sure,” you answer before thinking, “I’ll just go to the library
and start on my homework.”

But as the hours go by and he still hasn’t shown up, you
begin to wonder if this was all a dream. More like a nightmare. Because now,
not only did you get your hopes up for a rekindled friendship, you find your
mind wandering more and more to the feel of Bokuto’s arms around you. And that is very dangerous thinking indeed.

It’s the same, it’s
just like then

When I was nine and
you were ten

I’m wishing we would
still be friends

Where we move is where
we end

In the end, you leave without seeing him, frustrated tears
stinging your eyes. The worst of it is, Bokuto never means to harm but, even
after all these years, he just somehow does.

Hey

I know what to feel
when you decide, oh why?

Hey

Where is the appeal
when you don’t try, try?

The next day at school, you don’t look for him. You don’t
want to feel like this. Why did your parents have to go away for a year and
leave you with your aunt? Why did you have to transfer to a new school? Why did
Bokuto have to be here of all places in the world?

Why-

Your thoughts cut off when someone grabs your shoulder
whirling you around. As your eyes land on Bokuto’s face, you gasp; he looks
livid. “I need to talk to you, now,” he says firmly, grabbing your wrist and tugging
you around the building.

“Bokuto, wait, we’ll be late-“

“I don’t give a shit,” he snaps harsh enough to close your
mouth like a trap.

He releases you, hands going to rest on his hips. His back
is heaving as he apparently tries to calm down. When he finally looks at you,
his expression is a mix between anger and hurt. “Where the hell were you last
night?”

Blinking in surprise, your mouth opens then closes. “I…I
waited but you…you didn’t come and-“

“Of course I came!” he shouts and you recoil into the wall.
Either he’s much more intimidating than you remember or he’s definitely
changed; you think it might be a mix of both. “I had no way to reach you and I
thought something happened to you! Shit, I ran around the entire fucking school
like a maniac. I had no idea where to even begin looking from there and
eventually had to go home. I didn’t get an ounce of sleep!

“Well, I waited for three fucking hours, Bo!” you yell back.

“I never said it would be early! We have a lot of work to do
and Akaashi and I were working on a new quick!”

“One, I have no idea what you’re even talking about. And
two, if you knew it would be a long time, why didn’t you say that? Or why didn’t
you make proper plans to see me? Like, I don’t know, eat lunch together, go to
a café on the weekend, something, anything
except leaving me behind again!”

And I don’t wanna know

You’ve found another
place to go

I copy everything
practical

And for the last time
I am sure

Bokuto is staring at you so intensely, you might catch fire
but you can see confusion in his eyes. “Bo,” you say more calmly, tears
threatening to spill, “you left me. I know it wasn’t your fault and you had to
go with your parents, but you stopped writing, you forgot our birthday calls, I…I
was shocked that Akaashi-san recognized my name. Honestly, Bo, for all these
years I was sure you’d forgotten about me.”

“I never, ever
forgot you,” he insists, voice lower. He steps forward, crowding you against
the wall but he’s no longer threatening; he looks like he’s ready to break. “I…I
lost my address book and my mom didn’t have your information anymore and…well
yeah, I got caught up in my new school and new friends and a new life but,” his
hand touches your face, his heat melting you in place, “I never forgot how you
made me feel.”

It’s your only way to
live

Three doors down and
one room in

I lose my mind amongst
your things

But I can’t swim

“Bo, we were just kids, what are you talking about?”

He swallows once, face flushing a light shade of pink as he
averts his eyes to the ground. “This…this is gonna sound really, really stupid considering how shitty of
a friend I was to you but,” he takes a deep breath before looking back in your
eyes, “I was convinced you were…like
my soul mate or something. I don’t know, I just,” he pauses again, his other
hand clenching the cloth over his heart, “I’ve had a deep, gaping hole in my
chest ever since I had to leave. For a long time, I didn’t really understand
what it was. But when I saw you yesterday,” he leans forward, eyes boring into
yours, “the hole filled up.”

Ooh ooh, ooh

You are not alone

Ooh ooh

For the last time I am
sure

Unable to stand it any longer, you tip up on your toes,
grazing his lips with your own. A split second later, Bokuto’s arms are around
you, holding you tightly, pulling you into a deeper kiss. Your hands find
purchase on his chest, the thumping of his heart reverberating against your
palms and you forget how to breathe.

Bokuto breaks away first, only to throw your arms around his
neck and then he’s kissing you again. It feels like he knows what he’s doing,
while you’re afraid you’re making a fool of yourself by your inexperience. However,
that melts away when he pants, “I’m so glad I waited for you.”

“What do mean?” you ask breathless.

“That was my first kiss,” he confesses.

“Mine too,” you admit smiling. Then leaning up, you kiss him
once more, murmuring against his mouth, “Happy birthday, Boboko.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, pecking your cheek then drawing you
into a fierce hug, “it’s the best birthday yet.”

“Some of them want to use you…” Sweet Dreams with Akashi???

Side note: I listened to the Marilyn Manson version of this because I felt like it fit more with Akashi’s personality in this. I hope you like it!

Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics (Covered by Marilyn Manson) – Akashi

Doubt and fear, two feelings Akashi is not accustomed to,
creep up from the pit of his stomach like monsters. He feels the pressure, the
constant beating against the door in his mind that holds back a beast he
instinctively knows is dangerous to release. But as Murasakibara continues to dominate
him, the draw to unbolt that door and fling it open becomes overwhelming. The
voice behind it tries for sweetness and ease, coaxing him to bend to its will
all while promising complete absolution of success for himself if he does.

Sweet dreams are made
of this

Who am I to disagree?

I travel the world

And the seven seas,

Everybody’s looking
for something.

“I told you I would crush you,” Mura says lowly, passing
Akashi again and sinking another basket. He’s inching closer to victory and
Akashi, already having lost so much and seeing more loss looming in the future,
unlocks the chamber of his inner demon.

Some of them want to
use you

Some of them want to
get used by you

Some of them want to
abuse you

Some of them want to
be abused

Everyone gasps at the ease with which he puts down Murasakibara. In doing so, he cements
his position as captain and leader of this team once again. Akashi meets their
eyes, his own a reflection of the change within himself to something darker,
more sinister.

Hold your head up

Keep your head up,
movin’ on

Hold your head up,
movin’ on

Keep your head up,
movin’ on

“Atsushi,” he says drawing the purple-haired giant’s
attention, “I don’t care if you no longer come to practice as long as you meet
your shot quota. Fail me and there will be consequences.”

Murasakibara nods, bewildered at this change in the demeanor
of his captain.

Akashi looks over the team, a smirk twitching the edges of
his lip. There’s no way they’ll leave him behind now. And any who want to
leave? Well, they’re welcome to sign the deed on the guarantee of their own
failures. Because his will…is absolute.

Some of them want to
use you

Some of them want to
get used by you

Some of them want to
abuse you

Some of them want to
be abused

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Hi! Are you still doing the song fic scenarios? If so, could I get Cant Help Falling In Love With You with Kuroko pls? Tysm (o^^o)

Forgive me if this is sadder than you wanted but it’s what
popped in my head. When I was growing up, this song always made me feel sadness
so I went to an un-reciprocated love story. I hope you like it despite the melancholy.
Also, so glad you asked for Kuroko, he doesn’t get nearly enough love!

Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley – Kuroko

Kuroko has always been, for the most part, a levelheaded
person. He thinks things through, plans ahead, and doesn’t take unnecessary
risks. But that all flies out the window the moment he meets you.

Wise men say only
fools rush in

But I can’t help
falling in love with you

He’s completely enamored with you, his heart racing any time
you’re near. But there’s one small problem; you belong to someone else. To
someone he admires and cares for like family but the burn in his heart just
won’t quit. He knows it’s wrong to want you for his own, to fantasize about you
leaving who you’re with for Kuroko; but he can’t stop the thoughts, the want,
the need.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can’t help
falling in love with you?

Kuroko knows, whatever you ask him for, he’ll do. He has no
doubt he’d love you better than the one you’re with now but he isn’t about to
tell you. He hides it, a secret buried in the shadows of the shadow. And that’s
all he is to you; the shadow, the follower, the friend. All the things he
wishes he wasn’t and never the one thing he wants to be.

Like a river flows
surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant
to be

Because as much as he wants you, he’d rather die lonely than
hurt two people he cares so much for. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t cling to
the tiniest bit of hope that maybe one day you’ll look up and instead of
seeking the sun, you’ll want the shade.

Take my hand, take my
whole life too

For I can’t help
falling in love with you

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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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Thank you for your work! I love it! Can I ask, for the song fic request, Right here- ashes remain for aomine please? Do you need a scenario or just the song?

Thank you for you input to help me get this formed, I really
hope you enjoy it!

“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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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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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

omg i’m so happy you get 1000+ followers, that means you could give us the best of you, and I believe it! I always happy whenever you pop up on my dash.. Hope you get more followers and happiness around here 😍 for the songfic I’d like to request Scared to be lonely by Martin garrix ft. Dua lipa, the char is Aomine.. The situation is whatever you have for me, I trust it’ll be entertaining.. Thanks

Thank you so much for your sweet words and for always being such a kind person to me! Apologies for the delay and that this is so short but
I hope you like it.

Scared to be Lonely – Aomine

The slam of the door adds to the pain of your headache
making you wince. Lately, you wonder why you’re still with Aomine. It seems
like all the two of you ever do these days is fight. And over the stupidest
shit too. Every time he leaves in anger you wonder if it’s the last time you’ll
see him confused when that thought brings a feeling of relief instead of pain.
No doubt that’s a sure-fire sign one of you really should end this for good.
How can you stay with someone if you’re relieved at the prospect of him
leaving?

It’s late and you’re in bed drifting in and out of sleep
when you hear the front door open and close, more quietly this time thankfully.
A deep sigh leaves your lips; he came back then.

Aomine makes his way through the darkened apartment, sitting
on the couch and placing his head in his hands. Why does he keep coming back
here? What about you keeps drawing him back when most of the time you drive him
crazy? He knows he’s not the easiest person to get along with but in recent
memory you haven’t been the most amicable either.

And yet, here is he, back in your apartment, wanting nothing
more than to crawl into bed and put his arms around you.

The creak of the bedroom door announces Aomine’s presence
but you don’t turn around, pretending to be asleep because you just can’t
handle fighting any more. You’re surprised when he carefully climbs under the
covers. As his firm body slides right up next to yours, you can’t stop your
backwards motion to curl into his warmth.

You tell yourself this is the last time, the last night
you’re going to allow him to come back and hold you but you know you’re just
lying to yourself. Because even if there is someone better for you out there,
better out there for him, somehow you know you’ll keep coming back to each
other because at least this is familiar.

It’s the prospect of being alone that is scarier than the
reality that the love between you has deconstructed into nothing more than a
need to be physically close.

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Ushijima songfic with Back to December by Taylor Swift, thank you

Back to December by Taylor Swift – Ushijima

Looking out the window, you release a heavy sigh. The shift
of your legs makes you wince as cheap vinyl pulls against exposed skin. You
cross your legs left over right, then right over left unable to find a
comfortable position but you know it has little to do with the bench and
everything to do with the reason you’re here.

Minutes tick by slowly, each shift of the clock hand feeding
into your anxiety. Will he even show up?

Each tinkle of the bell above the diner door draws your
attention to it. If you continue moving your head so fast you’re liable to get
whiplash, but every time you’re met with disappointment when the one you’re
waiting for doesn’t appear.

Five then ten minutes past your designated meeting time
passes and you’re shifting around again.

“Anything I can get you while you’re waiting?” asks the
waitress, pen poised to her pad.

“No thank you, not really hungry,” you answer, apology
implied in your tone.

She shrugs her shoulders, moving on to tend on customers
with aspirations of grease and sugar consumption.

Glancing at the clock you find he’s almost twenty minutes
late but you’re not mad. You’re not even surprised to be honest. Why would he
even want-

Your thoughts are cut off as a presence takes residence
across your table capturing your attention immediately. A startled hitch in
your breath is the first thing which greets the man now seated opposite of you.

“Go-good evening, Ushijima-san.” The use of his last name
casts a bitter taste in your mouth but you dare not use his first; you lost
that privilege a long time ago. His face, if possible, is more impassive that
ever but you can’t blame him. Silence reigns supreme, the two of you just
looking at each other. It’s broken by the arrival of your long-suffering
waitress asking if she can get anything for him. He asks for water and she
moves away to gather the requested beverage.

“So, how are things? How’s your family?” you ask forcing
geniality into your tone.

He shrugs, nodding thanks to the waitress when she drops off
the water. He sips it, eyes never leaving your face and the severity of his
scrutiny makes you twitch.

“I heard about the battle for nationals,” you can’t help
saying. “Sorry,” you add quickly, unclear if you’re apologizing for their loss
or bringing it up at all. Ushijima doesn’t bother with a response. “So, have
you thought about college?”

“_______-san, why are you here?”

Ushijima’s voice is just as you remember it; steady, calm,
seemingly indifferent but you can see a torrent of well withheld emotion
stirring up in his eyes. Seems even he’s incapable of remaining as stoic as a
mountain all the time.

You swallow once, wishing you’d had the foresight to ask for
water as well because suddenly your mouth feels like it’s full of sand.
Ushijima, being the gentleman he is, proffers his glass which you take thankfully.
After gulping a draft of the cool liquid, you clear your throat.

“I…I guess I should just come right out with it.” Your eyes
meet his. “Ushijima…Wakatoshi, I…I miss you. I miss you so much and I realize
what a stupid mistake I made letting you go and I’m so sorry for hurting you
like that. I wanted to see…I mean…is there any way you can forgive me?”

Ushijima’s jaw clenches in discomfort at your words. He
sighs, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, you can see it clearly; this
is very much too little too late.

“I have forgiven you, _______-san,” he confirms, “But if
you’re seeking reconciliation, that isn’t going to happen. I may have forgiven
you, but I can never forget what you did.”

His words pierce your heart like a knife but you know it’s
so much less than what you deserve. You broke his heart; his precious,
carefully guarded heart that he opens to so few and you’d gone and stomped on
it. All because of stupid, petty jealousy and fear.

Standing, you offer a slight bow, tears trailing down your
cheeks despite your best effort to hold them back. “I appreciate you meeting
with me at all and I understand your decision. Just know that…I do love you and
if you ever change your mind-“

“I won’t so don’t do something stupid like say you’ll wait
for me. I wish you all the best, ______-san,” he interjects gruffly.

More pain hits and it’s suddenly harder to breathe but
somehow you manage to inhale then exhale. Getting your legs to work takes a
moment longer but soon enough your back in the heat of the summer, but your mind
is months in the past remembering that fateful December day where you’d let the
worst of yourself throw away the best thing to have ever happened to you.

And you only have yourself to blame.

Sober – Blink 182 / Aomine. After a fight. These lyrics are just awesome as f*ck.

So I wasn’t sure how I wanted to do this because I’ve seen
fics that are inspired by the song but don’t have the lyrics while others do.
This turned a bit more serious than I meant it to given the happy tone of the
song but I hope you like it nonetheless. Sorry it’s so short! Titles will have links to the songs!

“Sober” – Blink 182

Aomine groans, trying to sit up but his head feels like it’s
in a vice; staying on the ground it is. As he rouses to further consciousness the
feel of water on his face startles him. Blinking, he curses when he realizes it’s
dumping buckets and he’s drenched, prone next to a dumpster with the staccato of
rain drops echoing in the empty bin. Finally able to move, he props up against
the brick wall behind him, the rough material snagging his t-shirt.

“What the hell happened last night?” he mutters to the ether.

Stumbling to his feet, he shuffles his way home, unable to
move quickly and since he’s already soaked he doesn’t see reason to push
himself any harder than he already is. Finally reaching his destination, he
climbs the stairs and enters the apartment.

Turning on the shower, he begins shucking his clothes, turning
to the medicine cabinet to get some much-needed aspirin but when his eyes land
on the reflection staring back they widen. Well, one does because the other is
bruised and tender, the effort to open it wider making him hiss in pain.
Leaning forward, he inspects the injury, citing a small cut with dried blood
crusted on it just below his eyebrow.

Frowning he tries to think of how he got the shiner and a
flash of memory strikes the forefront of his brain making him wince in new
pain.

You and him, fighting again. Shit, why was he always such an
asshole to you? Alcohol certainly didn’t help the situation either. He
remembers insulting you about something before heading out the door only for
you to follow him still yelling. By the time you’d reached the foyer of your
apartment building you’d garnered plenty of attention from the neighbors.

“You know what? Don’t come back until you’re sober, I can’t
deal with you like this,” you’d shouted.

“And if I don’t?” he grabbed your arm.

“Then I’ll knock some sense into you!”

“Tch, like you could!”

He didn’t expect the hit, a perfect punch to his left eye
from your right hand. “Get the fuck out Daiki, I’m done with your bullshit!”

And yet, you’d called, at least fifty times by his call log
count when he finally looks at his phone. He should be pissed that you clocked
him, but he can’t be, not when he knows he deserved it. Seems he’s one of those
people who it takes a literal kick or punch to the head to wake up.

But where are you now?

Intent on finding you, he tugs on a clean pair of basketball
shorts and t-shirt. He opens the door, almost bowling you over in his haste to
leave. You’re soaked, eyes filled with tears when you look up at him. But despite
your clear concern, you smack him, though it’s not hard.

“Asshole, why didn’t you answer your phone! I was worried
sick!” you snivel.

“Stop fucking hitting me,” he mumbles drawing you into his
arms. After a moment he adds, “I’m sorry, clover.”

You smile into his shirt when the stupid nickname he gave
you rolls off his tongue. “I’m not lucky, in fact I’m pretty sure I’m bad for
you.”

He shakes his head, kissing your forehead. “I’m the bad one,
you’re better.”

And so, he drags you back into the apartment, taking both of
you to the shower to warm and makeup, after which he dumps all the alcohol in
the house down the drain; he doesn’t want to risk losing you.