you-s-suck:

I’ve finally finished this! It was such a joy to do, I hope you enjoy them!

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Tanka: [“Do you want to come too?”]

Your boyfriend had been busy all of yesterday. He’d been up at the crack of dawn for a run, followed by volleyball practice, and a couple practice games. So you really hadn’t seen much of him since he kissed you goodbye at four yesterday morning. Luckily, you were making up for that today with late morning cuddles. “Pick your head up my arm fell asleep.” He mumbles. You move your head off his arm and he pulls it away to tuck it under his pillow. You press your face into his chest as you let out a soft whine. “Stop moving and let me cuddle. You weren’t around yesterday so I’m deficient.” He chuckles and sneaks a hand under your shirt to rub your back. “Sorry, I’ll stop moving.” He promises as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

You two lay there for a few minutes, just breathing and holding each other close, but the peace is disrupted with a sharp bark. Tanka groans as you roll away from him to help your tiny black Pomeranian onto the bed. “Couldn’t you just let him outside or something?” He says half-heartedly.

Your boyfriend has somewhat of a love-hate relationship with your little dog.

“Come on Ryuu, Night just wants some love.” You say as you press your nose against the dogs, which causes him to lick it. You let out a giggle before placing him down on the bed beside you. Night pads over to Tanaka and crawls onto his stomach before laying down. “See, he likes you. You just don’t like him.” You tell him with a smug smile on your lips. “He’s okay, I guess.” He replies, scratching the little dog’s head lightly. You watch happily as your two boys get along before Tanaka gives you a glance. “What time is it?” He asks, trying to get a look at the clock on the nightstand behind you. You take a look before answering. “Nearly one, why?” “I was gonna head to the store in a bit. I need to pick up some things.” He says.

When you don’t answer him he looks over at you, noticing the disappointment written on your face. He looks back at your Pomeranian and pets its head. “Do..,” he clears his throat, “do you want to come too?” You glance at him, with a little smile on your lips. “Can I?”

Your beaming face is really cute, and hard for him to say no to. “Of course.”

Ukai: [“Come here. Let me fix it.”]

You pound your fist on the bathroom door once. “Hurry up in there.” You say before heading over to your closet to pull out an appropriate outfit for this evening. You were having dinner with your husband’s family, and would be celebrating his grandfather’s birthday. That is if you could leave on time.

“I’m almost done, woman!” Ukai, your husband, calls from the bathroom. Which means two more minutes. You decide to get a head start on changing by stripping to your undergarments and pulling a knee length dress over your head, not bothering to zip it. Moving over to your nightstand you pick up a tube of lipstick just as your husband exits the bathroom, suit on but his tie undone. “Finally,” you murmur. “All yours ____.” He says gesturing to the open doorway. You pass by him, pointing at his tie has you enter the bathroom. “I’ll get that when I’m done with my lipstick.” You promise.

The lipstick proves to be uncooperative but you manage to make it look presentable somehow.

“We don’t want this to be like Thanksgiving, so please don’t get into anything with your cousin this time.” You warn as your skilled fingers tighten his tie to perfection. “You and I both know that it was h-” You cut him off before he can finish his sentence. “Don’t.” You say with a meaningful glare. He holds his hands up in surrender. “Fine.” You place a hand on his shoulder as you slip your feet into your heels. “Thank you.” You tell him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You follow him out of your bedroom, fiddling with your zipper. You let out a groan as you manage to get it stuck. You struggle with it a little longer before your husband’s hands slip over your own. “Come here. Let me fix it.” He offers. You remove your hands from the zipper and allow him to take over.

The zipper dislodges, zipping up easily after a couple of seconds. You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, honey. I love you.” You say and wrap your arms around Ukai, pressing a kiss against his lips. “I love you too.”

Oikawa: [“You’re important too.”]

“How long?” You ask, yawning slight after your question. You pacing boyfriend stops abruptly before making eye contact with you. “What do you mean, how long?” He’s giving you a confused look. You roll your eyes, giggling at your dumbfounded boyfriend. “How long will you be gone? That’s what I mean you dork.”

“I’m not going.” The look in his eyes takes you aback. It’s the look in his eyes just as he’s preparing to serve. The look in his eyes when he’s serious.

“What do you mean you’re not going? This is an amazing opportunity Tooru! Not to mention they asked for you specifically.” You say, flipping your book closed and leaning back, crossing your arms. He sighs and sits at the foot of his bed, about an arm’s length away from you. “I don’t, I can’t leave you.” You shake your head reaching out to touch him. “You’re not leaving me. It’s just distance Tooru, it doesn’t mean we have to break up.” You reason, your hand rubbing his shoulder. He reaches up and stops your hand, taking it in his.

You give him a reassuring squeeze. “I love you Oikawa Tooru, and no amount of distance will change that. Ever.” He lets go of your hand to pull you close to him, burying his face in your neck. “I just hate the idea of being so far away. Not being able to hold you, like this, when I want to. Not being able to wake up to your pretty face every morning. I don’t want to sacrifice all of that for something I’ve been doing my whole life. Not when I can be here and do the exact same thing.” He explains, his hands running up and down the length of your back. “It is not the “exact same thing” and you know it.” Your statement causes him to laugh dryly.

“You love volleyball. If there’s anything I know about you, it’s that. So please stop making me feel bad and just accept the offer.” You say, pulling away to look at his face. “I want what’s best for you, and this is it. Even if that means I don’t get to see you all the time.” Cupping his face, you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

His eyes search yours as his hands cover your own. “You’re important too.” He whispers, a tear sliding down his cheek. You give him a soft smile. “I know. So is volleyball, though. This is your future we’re talking about here.” You say, wiping away the tear with your thumb. “You are my future, ____.” He replies and presses his lips to against yours in a painstakingly sweet kiss.

“You know you never answered my question right?” You say, a smile dancing across your lips. “Shut up.” Tooru murmurs, sliding his fingers into your hair and pulling you in for another kiss. 

These are all so sweet! Thank you!

wherethefeelzmeetthekeyboard:

Hcs for the Karasuno first years!!

– help from the senpai jumpstarted the (br)OT5
> Daichi mentioned final exams approaching and Suga suggested the first years form a study group
> it took a 2 on 2 match to decide where they were gonna have their study group at (TsukiYama vs KageHina with Yachi as a conflicted cheerleader)
> winner decides where they go but they end up rotating through everyone’s houses (the order goes: Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Hinata, Kags, Yachi)

– the parents / siblings of each household love their child’s new friends and often have snacks prepared after a few visits
> Yams’s parents are excellent cooks and soon enough they have each of the kids’ favorite meals down and prepared for them when they walk in
> Akiteru opened the door to find his presh baby bro with… what? Friends besides Tadashi? He becomes the dreamy older brother everyone besides Kei wishes they had and he drives them places after study sessions
> Natsu LOVES when her brother brings his friends over, she gave them all special hair clips to keep their bangs out of their face and they always wear them whenever they’re over, even during school but Tsuki will deny it if asked (star polka dot for Yams, strawberry for Tsuki, smiling sun for Hinata, ribbony pink barrette for Kags, and Natsu’s most prized heart-shaped clip for Yachi)
> Kags’ parents aren’t home often but they’ve come home to find their son in a sleeping pile of him and his friends, they wrap blankets around them until they wake up later (they also take pictures and place them around the house and the 5 become super confused)
> Yachi’s mom lowkey scares the carp out of the boys cause she has that intimidating aura when her daughter suddenly comes home with 4 guys but she’s a great advice giver and always orders takeout for them

– in their second year, Capt. Ennoshita took the team for a road trip to visit the now college birb thirds and the back of the bus was Tsuki and Yams, and Kags and Hinata with Yachi in the middle
> the ride there was full of picture taking by Tanaka and Noya, moments include:
> Hinata throwing up, Kags yelling at him, Yams and Yachi running to get the first aid kit, and Tsuki facepalming himself to conceal the death of his faith in humanity (also cause he’s camera shy)
> Hinata, Kags, Yams, and Yachi all trying on Tsuki’s glasses while he’s sleeping before they all subsequently start screaming cause he’s suddenly towering over them when they’re looking at the pictures
> the 5 of them all falling asleep on each other for the latter half of the ride

– second year Yachi having a rebel phase cause she got to know Saeko from all the times she came to watch her brother play, so she can keep them all in check
> it wasn’t so much of a phase more like a prank that Saeko and Yachi played on them all
> Saeko taught her of her slang and a bit of her confidence rubbed off on Yachi too
> all it took was some skull hair ties and some tough love talk and the first years never went against Yachi again, even after she told them it was all a joke
> Tanaka tries to keep his sister from influencing Yachi from that point on

– ever since the road trip, they’ve used each other’s first names
> Yachi was the first to start the trend when she asked if Tsuki’s first name was “Kei” or “Hotaru” (they both mean firefly) she was like “Oh… Kei!” and then Yams was like “haha, sounds like ‘okay’!” Yachi thought it was funny, Tsuki was unamused, Kags and Hina didn’t get it (from there, Tsuki and Yachi both started calling Yams by his first name too)
> the next time Kags began playing particularly well, Ennoshita quoted Suga saying that he looked like “a fish in water” and Tsuki began calling him “Tobiou” (Yams and Yachi called him “Tobio”)
> Hinata started calling Kags “Tobiou” too before Kags threw a volleyball at him like “I’ll ShowYOU a flying fish, boge!” “Tobi-OH SHIT!”
> it was on Yachi’s anniversary of becoming Karauno’s manager that the boys made her a thank you card and signed it to “Hitoka” and called her that for the day, then the day turned into weeks and months and years and now they all call her Hitoka

– they go ALL OUT for each other’s bdays, particularly Kags’s cause he’s the baby
> Hinata’s the eldest brother no one ever listens to, Yachi’s the literal “little” sister who gives great older-sister advice, Tsuki is the problematic middle child, Yams is the sweet younger brother, and Kags is the temperamental bby (only when Tsuki “coddles” him)
> Hinata declares September to be Yachi and Tsuki’s birthday MONTH even tho their bdays are like 20+ days apart
> Yams gives THE BEST presents cause he always knows just what you want even if you didn’t know you wanted it
> Yachi makes pretty, custom-designed cupcakes and cards that she has everyone sign using sparkly pens
> Tsuki is the one to suggest throwing surprise parties because he claims “it’ll be funny to watch them scream” but deep DEEP down he wants to do something nice for them all on their special days
> Kags always gives birthday punches to everyone (except Yachi, she gets hugs) he also spikes volleyballs at them when they come to practice and the ball says “Happy Birthday” on it

These made me feel warm and fuzzy!

serves-up:

For the cheater starters can I have “The way he looks at you.. I can’t believe you’re willing to ruin that.” with Bokuto being the one who’s being cheated on by his girlfriend? Up to you whether to have the other guy be anonymous or another Haikyuu character (double evil I know).

Bokuto: “….who is he/she?” ’,:<

A/N: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm i h8 u (jk i love angst). I combined these two for obvious reasons. This time I just used Bokuto’s last name to refer to him bc I FORgot to use his first and I dont feel like changing it lol

‘Fuck, what time is it?’

You sat up from the soft, cream bed you were previously peacefully resting in and yawned softly. You rubbed your eyes, beginning to feel yourself release from sleepiness’s evil crutches.

You can’t be late for your date. Bokuto would be expecting you soon, and you really didn’t want to deal with his potential griping if you make him wait too long. You stood up, stretching your body, feeling the refreshing pop of your back as your muscles loosened up, and trudged to the vanity, siting down in front of it.

God, you look wrecked. 

Your hair was disheveled and a bit frizzy, your makeup was smeared, and…were those hickies? You need to cover those up ASAP.

And this was all thanks to him. From what Bokuto knew, you were at work right now. Which you guessed wasn’t really a lie, sex is very hard work. You peered down at your legs, noticing your thighs were a littered with a few bruises here and there. Geez, you gotta let him know to go a bit easier on you from now on, or you two will definitely get caught. And speak of the devil, he walked into the room, holding a glass of water.

“Here.” He said, placing the glass on the edge of the vanity.

You looked up at him from the vanity, smiling softly.

“Thanks, Ushijima.” 

He simply nodded in response and sat on the bed behind you, flipping out his phone.

You started your process again, attempting to make yourself look at least halfway decent. As you fixed your makeup, you realized this was a good chance to speak to man.

“Hey, ‘Shima.” 

He gave a slight “hm?” in reply.

“Can you try to be gentiler with me next time? I have way too may marks, I’ll be rejecting Bokuto’s advances for the next two weeks now. He’s gonna be so fucking annoying.”

Ushijima looked up from his phone, looking into the mirror of the vanity to make eye contact with you.

“…He’s really not that bad of a guy. He’s not the one at fault here.”

You scoffed at Ushijima’s response. That man never holds back anything.

“Yeah, but still…it’s annoying and I hate having to deal with his moodiness because of it. And I’m not the only ‘evil’ one here either, you’re the one I’m fucking, and you know about my boyfriend. I don’t want him to catch on to what’s going on between us either. You really know how to work your hips.”

Ushijima’s eyes quickly darted back to his phone, a light pink dusted his tan cheeks.

“He’s a good man.”

You rolled your eyes at the brunette, why was he still defending him? 

“And just how is this man-child a good boyfriend? I literally feel like I’m baby sitting him seventy-five percent of the time.” You asked, turning around to face him.

Ushijima put his phone away and made eye contact with you.

“What about the other twenty-five percent. I’ve seen how…pleased…he is to be around you…The way he looks at you…I can’t believe you’re willing to ruin that.”

Was Ushijima always this sappy? You could’ve sworn when he was inside you a few hours ago, he didn’t give a shit about how Bokuto was feeling.

You were silent for a bit, mulling his words over in your head. Why was he placing all the blame on you? He knows he’s at least half responsible too, right?

“Yeah…and I can’t believe you’re willing to help me do that.”

He sighed softly, busying himself with his phone again. 

 You got up, grabbed your things, and headed out the door. Fuck it, you could just finish getting ready in your car.

Thankfully, your date with Bokuto went smoothly. He was just as upbeat and naive as usual, things progressed just as smoothly as ever. Throughout the date, you couldn’t stop thinking about what Ushijima said. You paid attention to the way Bokuto looked at you, just as he mentioned. He always seemed so interested in what you had to say, no matter the topic, and his curious golden eyes seemed to brighten whenever you uttered his name. However, one look really etched itself into your memory. Whenever he thought you weren’t looking, he’d stare at you with the look of utmost adoration. His eyes became half-lidded, his cheeks a bright pink, and a small grin graced his smooth face. Anyone within a one-hundred mile radius could tell he was absolutely smitten. Bokuto really wasn’t a bad guy…he just wasn’t what you were looking for…or at least you thought.

Why were feelings so complicated?

You and Bokuto were at home now, and you were washing the dishes while he sat on the counter, excitedly talked about a funny infomercial he saw on T.V. earlier. For once, you felt content with him. The sonorousness of his voice and his overly emphatic tone wasn’t getting on your nerves, and actually, it was quite adorable. As he continued to speak, you felt your heart flutter a bit. He’s really…not that bad. The sudden chime of your phone interrupted your thoughts.

You removed your hands out of the water, weakly shaking your hands to remove the suds and water to retrieve your phone from your back pocket. Bokuto stopped talking and perked up, as if he just got an idea.

“Ah, I got it! Don’t worry, baby.” He hopped off the counter and made his way towards you. He put his hand down your pocket and leaned foward against your back. His mouth moved down to your ear, and you could feel the hot puff of his breath against your ear and neck. “Plus, this gives me an excuse to touch your butt~”. He gave your butt a quick pinch before sliding your phone out of your pocket and bounding over to the other side of the kitchen, barely dodging your fist. 

You returned to washing a dish as he checked your recent text. 

“Uh…hey…what’s this mean?” Bokuto questioned. 

“Bokuto,” you chuckled softly, I won’t know unless you read it to me.”

His voice faltered as he read the text to you. “I need you..come over?”

Your heart dropped when he read the message, the shock making you drop the plate into the warm, sudsy water in front of you. Fuck.

“From…’Ushi’….he has so many hearts by his name….who is…this?” 

You were at a complete loss of words. You turned around to face him, a look of complete astonishment on your face. Bokuto noticed quickly, his face gradually contorting into a deep frown.

“Are…you…cheating..?” A glint of hope still shone in Bokuto’s eyes, he was hoping you wouldn’t tell him what he was thinking. You wanted to preserve his optimistic nature, and you considered lying to him, but dismissed the thought quickly. Bokuto may be oblivious, but he’s not stupid.

“….I’m sorry” You didn’t know what else to say.

Bokuto took a sharp intake of breath, tears welling up in his eyes. His eyes were glazed over, and the brightness that usually shone like the sun grew dark. 

“I…trusted you…” He muttered, his tone a bit higher than usual. Tears began to roll down his cheeks, no matter how he tried to hold him back. His breathing became labored as he repressed the choked sobs about to surface. “W-was it m-me?”

It all hit you at once. The guilt, the regret, the self-hatred. Bokuto had all the right to get mad at you, to yell and scream as much as he wanted. But he didn’t. You were too perfect in his eyes, and he felt he couldn’t compare. So he blamed himself.

You felt the need to cry, but bottled up the feeling. This wasn’t about you. You stepped towards Bokuto, in an attempt to comfort him. You wanted to tell him he was perfect, he didn’t have anything to apologize for, you were the wrong one. However, he stepped back with each step you took froward, shaking his head softly.

“I…need…go…Kuroo.” He was too upset to speak with you, and the choked sobs were audible now, breaking through his voice.

He grabbed his car keys and quickly beelined out of the house. He didn’t even slam the door. You stared at the closed door, before quickly breaking down yourself.

You took him for granted, and lost him. The sunshine in your life was gone, and sadly, you would never feel it’s warm radiance again.

And I’m heartbroken. Interesting choice on the other guy, I really liked it! I mean, stupid reader hurting Bo but it’s still a great piece!

captainimcrazylikethat:

Hinata tella Yachi thats shes beautiful even before they start dating. Its started one day because Yachi was looking at her feet sadly watching the “pretty girls” go by. And when Hinata asks about it she goes" oh, those girls are so pretty, like Kiyoko, and I-“ and then she gets cut off “You’re beautiful Yachi, like a, like a sunflower” and Yachi’s face is now a tomato.

Yachi likes to play with and pet Hinatas hair because its so soft and fluffy.

Hinata and Yachi TICKLE FIGHT 24/7

Their favorite cuddle position is where Hinata can put his arm around her and she lays her head on his chest; while their legs intertwine.

They don’t talk about kids but Yachi thinks about it and wants to have two, and name them after both of their heros. The little giant and her mom.

SPEAKING OF KIDS
The kids def grow taller than their parents.

Yachi is a teacher and Hinata a volleyball couch, first in Tokyo but of course they come home to their roots to Karasuno. And ALL the kids know who Hinata is and freak out.

When they first start dating Hinata tries to make himself look taller, warding off “scary looking guys”. And Yachi tells him its ok but NOPE “you don’t see what I see Yachi. You’re beautiful and I KNOW I’m not the only one to see it”.

Yachi watches art documentaries and Hinata goes “This guys art it so WAHH and leaves a BAHHH effect.”

Yachi only knows how to bake, and has her mother teach her how to cook. But her mom only knows the basics so Hinatas mom decided to help out and have a girls night with Kiyoko and the the Karasuno girls team. Then they decided to invite other mangers of the other teams along with Seko cause she cant cook as well. While Hinata goes out with his team the other teams for boys night as they all try to learn how to paint.

Yachi likes Taylor Swift and one day she’s listening to it and Hinata tries so hard to say what she is saying and goes “didn’t it awl seem new and exmiting”. And Tsukki boasts about how he knows who she is and know what she is saying.

TRIPLE DATES WITH THE SENAPI Kiyoko and Suga and Daichi and Yui.

They defiantly like the American cliche of sharing a milkshake. They blush and can’t look each other in the eyes but they still do it.

These are precious!!

theguessmonsta:

I’ve actually never written a fight on this blog??? This should be interesting? Also, mdr, “the woman to go to for quality Tendou,” as if Tendou is a drug and I’m a dealer. Well… I mean… metaphorically… I suppose… witty…

Also Tendou has a roommate?? Can he be classified as an OC? He doesn’t have a name? 

Also it takes place in the same universe as this thing everyone loves just to let you know ack I”M RAMBLING SORRY

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__ was always patient. Perhaps, Tendou pondered, that was what made them so compatible. She had always been so unwaveringly tolerant of the way he ran his mouth, whether he was over-enthused or over-thinking, Tendou couldn’t think of one time where she hadn’t been calm. Although Tendou knew tempests arise out of the calmest tropical waters, and he swam out too far and got caught in one.

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“__, how’s it feel?”

__ barely spared him a glance as her eyes darted between him and the textbook she was studying. Friday nights had become a ritual between them; him wanting to do anything that didn’t involve himself being alone, and her much rather utilizing her time with her nose in a book. She’d come over, study, or at least, try to with him occupying the space next to her on the bed. There had been an odd feeling in Tendou’s gut all day now, and watching her comb through pages made him even more uneasy.

“How does what feel?” She said, albeit absent. Tendou figured he could’ve said anything then and she wouldn’t really pick up on it.

“To be so anxious all the time?”

She had definitely heard him, though. She was used to questions like this, she had to have been, by now, at least. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at him, the softness of her face turning downwards.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She pondered, rolling her eyes and directing her attention back on her book. Tendou didn’t fail to notice the way her grip tightened around the edges of the cover, though. Her knuckles were practically white.

“It means exactly what you think it means. Does it suck to be afraid of everything?” He waited for her standoffish, sarcastic remark to come, they usually came flying in seconds after he had insulted her, but there was nothing, silence. The only noise was the sudden dull ‘thump’ of heavy pages closing in on each other.

“I… I’m not really afraid of everything. It’s… it’s complex in the way that-”

“Oh? Are you stuttering?” Tendou laughed, which he shouldn’t have, because the already crooked expression on her face tensed up even more. “Am I making you anxious?”

“Why are you acting like this?” The tone of her voice was broken just above a whisper. She was looking straight at him a minute ago but now she didn’t even dare look up in his general direction. Her fingers slipped off the side of the bed and started feeling around for the straps of her bag. Her eyes never left their place on the floor.

“Acting like what?” Tendou scooted closer to her, only for her to stand up, immediately, and almost topple over. “Oh, __, don’t tell me your social anxiety is getting so bad that you can’t even talk to your own boyfriend, hm?”

The room was silent for a moment, her back turned to his and the only noise to be heard was the soft tick-ticks of his roommates clock. The noise to break the monotony was a sniffle, just loud enough to be heard, and Tendou wasn’t sure it was coming from her or him.

“__..?” Tendou muttered, pondering whether or not he should stand up and reach to her. “Listen, are you really that upset, ‘cause-”

That’s when she turned around to face him, her cheeks ruby red and not in the way he liked. There were tears rolling down her cheeks, not enough to be considered a cry, but enough to express the way her broken eyes glistened in the dim light of his desk lamp. There were very few instances he had ever seen __ cry, once over a hurt pigeon they saw hobbling around campus, and another over the likelihood of him. Although, the other time didn’t break her heart like this did.

“Y’know…” Her voice wasn’t broken like he’d expect it to be. It ran flat, stoic, like a recording of something that wasn’t human. “I think it’s really funny that I’ve put up with every single piece of your shit, but you can’t even accept a little bit of mine.”

“__…”

“Don’t” She stated, loud, clear. It echoed off the walls and Tendou was sure it was loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “I think it’s really funny how I’ve actually cried with you over your own mental problems but you can’t even accept the fact that I overthink. Don’t you? That I sometimes actually stress myself out over problems that aren’t even mine but I get made fun of because I can get exceptionally nervous?” Her voice wasn’t flat anymore, it was cracking. It was louder and tainted with the slightest hint of anger, but she wasn’t angry. Not yet.

“That’s petty, __. Don’t use the “I think it’s really funny how” line on me.” Tendou stood up from the bed, and she moved back. Her bag was still dangling from her hand.

“I have every right to be petty. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Well excu-use me for not realizing you wouldn’t take a joke!”

“My mental health isn’t a joke, Satori!”

“Well you treat it like one!”

The room fell silent once again, __’s bloodshot eyes widening. Another tear slipped down her cheeks. She was silent, the lips she had been gnawing on, agape.

“You…” She muttered, slinging her bag over her shoulder without breaking eye contact with him.

“__, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Really? What did you mean then?” She cocked her head, taking a few steps away from him again. Tendou didn’t reply, he couldn’t. “You’re so selfish! I actually cannot believe this! Do you ever hear me making depression jokes? Have I ever once put you down for anything wrong with you?”

“No, but it’s not like it would be the end of the world if you did!”

“Really? Really? I was fine before Satori. I really would’ve been fine with a little “sorry” and I would’ve cut it. But I’m a joke? Am I just a joke to you?”

“You’re damn acting like one! What’s wrong with you today?”

“What’s wrong with me today?” She was all but screaming now, hands balled into fists and shoved in her pockets. “God, you know what, you really are a monster. Goodnight, Satori.”

She turned around on her heel and stormed towards the door. He wasn’t sure what the plunging feeling in his chest was, but he was honest it was the closest thing to heartbreak. When he saw her tugging at the doorknob with shaking hands, that’s when he knew he had seriously, horrendously, ultimately, fucked up. There was something else in him though, something other than sadness, that made him storm up to her and yank her away from the door.

“I’m a monster, huh?” He spat, his hand tight around her knuckles as he loomed over her, pushing her back into the living area.

“Yes.” She scrunched up her nose and licked her lips, watching him tentatively to make the next move. “You’re a monster.”

“I really don’t get why you have to be so over-fucking-dramatic about this! Why couldn’t you’ve just told me to shut the fuck up! I would’ve!”

“Really? Would you? You don’t work like that, Satori, I know you.” She hissed through her teeth and yanked her hand away from his, her nail accidentally cutting the side of his thumb. She didn’t notice, and neither did he.

“You don’t know shit about me.”

“I don’t? I really don’t? Satori, you’ve told your entire sob story a million times! “Oh I got bullied,” “oh everyone hates me.” I can see why!”

Tendou was at a loss for words at this point, the plunging, surging in his veins making him feel cold. He should’ve known it was a bad idea to pick at her, someone who really did know him better than he did himself. She could disassemble him and put him back together if she wanted, and most importantly, break him down. He didn’t even feel like shouting anymore, if he was being honest. He pushed himself to, anyways.

“You’re being a real bitch, __. Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“I’m well fucking aware of what I’m saying!”

“Then why are you saying it?”

__ paused for a moment, gnawing at her lips again. Tears were still running down her face yet she didn’t let her aggressive facade down.

“God, its because I love you!” She shouted, turning around and heading for the door. “I love you and it really fucking hurts when it seems like you don’t love me, okay?”

“It doesn’t seem like you love me.”

“Well I do. I care about your opinion more than your shitty little brain could ever articulate. That’s why I’m overreacting. That’s why I can’t just tell you to shut up.” She paused for a moment, looking at him from the doorstep, wanting to say more, Tendou knew because her lips were pursed together so tight he was afraid she’d split one.

“Goodnight, Satori.” She spared him one last glance before slamming the door behind her, and her hurried footsteps clambered down the hall.

Tendou felt empty in the void of his dorm. He sat down on the edge of his bed and rested his face in his hands, and much to his surprise, when he sat back up, his fingertips were wet. He had definitely messed up.

---

 It had been three days since the argument. Tendou really didn’t realize how much he depended on another person until he found himself locked up in his dorm the entire weekend, along with the entire following Monday. He had missed all his classes for the day, but ultimately, he didn’t care. It had been a while since he had felt this disgusting, the last time he could recall was losing his last match of senior year. He couldn’t even classify this feeling as sadness, there were too many other feelings mixed in for him to just be sad. He felt guilty, disgusted, livid, his mood was a cesspool of negativity. His roommate had teasingly pointed out that he looked like shit, to which Tendou had wholeheartedly accepted. The lack of sarcasm made his roommate threaten to call the RA, which he didn’t, just tugged the bed sheet off of him and forced him out of the room to go take a shower.

“Call your girlfriend before you die in here.” His roommate had joked, “Or maybe I’ll just let you die, I’d get a 4.0 sympathy GPA from the board.”

It wasn’t until Tuesday night when Tendou mustered up the courage to send her a text. Usually she responded in seconds, but this response was delayed by hours. She ignored his message of “can we talk?” and jumped to, “I’m coming over.” Tendou didn’t mind, he worked well with confrontation. Though, he was definitely worried another argument would strike, that would be the last thing he’d want. His roommate was spending the night at his boyfriend’s dorm, but if he were to still drop by somehow, he’d hate for him to be caught up in an argument.

At six-thirty on the dot, there came a knock on his door. He figured he must look like a wreck, his last shower was Sunday morning, and he hadn’t slept much since then, either. He dragged himself over to answer her, though. Before he had the chance to open the door, she knocked again, which, for some reason, made his stomach lurch. There was the possibility that he was a bit nervous.

He swallowed thickly, swallowing his pride along with it, and cracked the door open, fumbling with the locks on the sides before he swung it open all the way. __ said nothing, just looked up at him, her eyes just as tired as his. Neither said anything but both could tell it wasn’t a very smart idea for both of them to be away from each other for so long.

“I’m sorry.” Is what broke their silence, and Tendou’s heart was racing too fast to tell whether it came from her or him.

“No, I’m sorry.” __ peeped next, so it was safe for Tendou to assume he had spoken without thinking. “I said some shit I shouldn’t have and I’m really, really, sorry.”

“You wouldn’t ‘ve had to say that if I didn’t start it.” Tendou tentatively placed his hand on her shoulder, pulling her inside and shutting the door behind her. As soon as the lock clicked, __’s weight collapsed underneath him, dragging him down to the floor and up against the wall with her.

“I forgive you…” She muttered into the crook of his neck, her arms tight around his waist. “And I never meant anything I said that night. You’re not a monster, I promise you, you’re not. It was so shallow of me to even mention all of that and I wasn’t even thinking about how you’d feel and… I’m so sorry…” She fumbled over her words, lifting her head up to reveal tears in her eyes.

“You’re forgiven.” He smiled, uncoiling one arm from around her neck to thumb away a fallen tear. “I’ve never seen you cry this much, y’know.”

“The shit I said wasn’t true, but everything else was.”

“That whole caring about me thing?”

She nodded, her eyes breaking away from his to look down at her lap. “It’s pathetic, huh?”

“I don’t think it’s pathetic.” Tendou tilted her chin up with his fingertips, and pressed a soft, forgiving kiss on her lips. “I could say the same about you.”

“We’re fucked, aren’t we? Is this what it feels like to be in love?”

“Mhm…” Tendou hummed, a smile on his face as he kissed __ again.

“Disgusting.” She muttered. “I love it.”

Tendou found himself laughing, pulling __ closer to his chest and holding her against him. The time rolled by, the ticks on his roommates clock filling a comfortable silence instead of an empty one. Maybe him and __ weren’t compatible because of her patience and his unwillingness to ever shut up. They were undeniably compatible, though, and he couldn’t waste his time thinking of why. All he knew was that she was right for him, right in his arms, and everything was alright.

---

My mom always told me when I was little, that if anyone ever did me wrong, I was to always say “You are forgiven” instead of “It’s alright” or “It’s okay.” Because if you tell them that what they did wrong was okay, they’ll believe it, and keeping thinking that hurting you is okay, and they’ll do it again. Always say “you’re forgiven”, because that shows that you won’t tolerate their mistake again. 

I’m consistently blown away by her writing, just..amazing!!

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From the Vault: The Skirt Ask pt 4

Anonymous asked:

Has
anyone suggest a skirt ask for Kasamatsu, Hyuuga, Mitobe, and Koga?

   Guess
what’s baaack….

“Oi,
take those off!” KASAMATSU’s
eye twitches as he sees that you’re wearing a pair of his kneesocks.
As you bend down to start sliding them down your legs, revealing your
bareness to him, his shouting is incoherent enough to rival Hayakawa
at his most excited.

HYUUGA growls
at himself as he knocks his pen off the coffee table and reaches for
it, but you jump out of your chair and grab it first, seeing it as
your opportunity to take a break from studying and reveal your real
intentions in having him visit. 
“Eh, ___, you don’t have
to pick that up fo-OH
MY GOD WHY AREN’T YOU WEARING PANTS.” 
“You
said you wanted to spice things up a little, Junpei…” You pout,
reaching for him, but he scrambles out of your reach.
“Not in
the lounge room idiot, your dad will kill me!”

Solid,
dependable, unflappable MITOBE is
freaking out on the inside. 
He can’t look away from the
curve of your ass where it peeks out under your skirt. 
You
want him to look… right? That’s why you’re not wearing
underpants, and taking such a long time digging in your bag for your
phone… isn’t it?
When you peek over your shoulder, the only
outward sign of his distress is a raised eyebrow… and a shaking
finger, beckoning you towards him.

“You
look so cute, ___-chan!” KOGANEI exclaims,
pulling you close and nuzzling into your cheek. “Good enough to
eat!”
You laugh so hard that he lets go of you, confused and a
little worried… until you stumble over your own feet, falling on to
the bed with a bounce that flips your skirt right up. 
“Oh,
so ___-chan wants me to eat her after all?” He chuckles, the tips
of his ears going red, and follows you, trapping you beneath him with
a bright grin on his face.

I love these dorks!