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For KuroDai Mid-Birthday Weekend Day 2: Gods AU | Jealousy AU

Note: Under the ‘of guides and guardians’ and ‘something like wonder’ universe.

Daichi packs his things in
record time as soon as the professor dismissed them, and is out the door after
a hasty goodbye to some of his classmates.

He’s set to meet Kuroo for
today, as he promised he would take him to the shopping district and give him a
tour of the town. His only class for the day should have ended earlier, but his
professor went overtime and then one of his thesis advisee asked a bit of their
time to answer a survey to which he couldn’t get out of.

In short, he’s running late.
And with no means of communication to tell Kuroo so, his only chance is to run
really fast in hopes he can make it to the bus station and take the scheduled
trip that would arrive in 8 minutes. It’s not for the first time that Daichi is
thankful for the years he’d spent as an athlete because the only thing helping
him deftly avoid other students and colliding into walls and posts is the sense
and instincts he’d honed during the years of playing volleyball.

He’s almost near the gates and
is already rejoicing internally when he accidentally bumps into someone. Hard.
The collision causing him to fall back on his behind.

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Bittersweet and beautiful

oh, shoot

spring-emerald:

For KuroDai Weekend Day 1: Celebrity AU / Hanahaki AU

“Kuroo,” Yaku puts
his hands on Kuroo’s shoulder, looking him in the eyes with seriousness. “Your
photographer for today is a well-known photographer, alright? We’re lucky to
work with him. You are lucky to work
with him. It’s an honor, a chance of a lifetime. So please, I beg of you, don’t
mess this up,” he articulates carefully, punctuating his words with a dig of
his fingers on Kuroo’s shoulders.

“Yaku,”
Kuroo also puts his hands on Yaku’s shoulder, a little heavily, enough to make
anyone else wince but not him, apparently. “You gotta chill, alright? I
promise, I won’t.” He grins and pats Yaku’s shoulders, but it doesn’t ease the
frown on his manager’s face. Really, he deserves more faith than this.

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!

Glad to see you back hun! I, too, have been having major writer’s block and been absent so I feel ya on that. Hmmm… how about headcanons or reactions (whichever you prefer) for Soul, Death the Kid, Black Star and Dr. Stein when they realized they have feelings for their fem partner? Not pairing request, reader is weapon/meister as appropriate. Thank you!

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Ahhh i love all these bois and i love y o u ! i missed you dude, and i hope you enjoy this and i hope you are able to get back to writing soon :3

– pocky

Soul Evans

Soul hadn’t necessarily been concerned about being assigned a new meister after Maka went to be with her mom for the school year. He saw it as more of a business partnership rather than a potential friendship. But he didn’t realize when his platonic feelings had turned into romantic feelings. He didn’t notice when he’d start hanging around you more often than necessary. He didn’t notice when he’d started to walk you home out of fear something might happen to you. And he didn’t notice when he started to feel his heart thump just a tid bit harder against his chest whenever he’d be in your presence or see you smile. However, Soul isn’t a complete and total idiot, so when he did notice, all the feelings hit him like a truck; and then the single, dreadful thought that bubbled up to the surface of his ocean of emotions: he was already in too deep. And this is when all Soul could do was tilt his head back, give himself a reprimanding slap on the forehead, and sigh…

Oh, shit. What have I gotten myself into?

Death the Kid

The only way that Kid would agree to pair up with you was if you agreed to always maintain equilibrium in your weapon form. You weren’t necessarily a dual-wielding capable weapon, like his former partners, Liz and Patty, but you consisted of a bow and an arrow with a beautiful midline. Kid had eventually gotten used to having arrows instead of bullets, but if he was being quite honest, he preferred the arrows. He could shoot as many as he wanted a time, all he had to do was think of a number and arrows would be loaded. He often practiced with you, even when the both of you had days off; he would never admit that he likes spending time with you or enjoys your company, he had a reputation to maintain. Even if he does stumble a bit when he sees you or slightly stammer when he talks to you…Shinigami can’t fall love…could they?

Father, sometimes it feels like my soul is being pulled toward y/n whenever we’re together…and my stomach does this…unsettling fluttering thing. Could this mean incompatibility? Could I be getting sick? *meanwhile Death is chuckling at his oblivious son’s massive crush*

Black Star

Black Star was certain that nobody could be better than him at anything. Even though Tsubaki had somewhat humbled him, her absence proved to be detrimental to Black Star’s new meekness and he returned to his old ways. When picking out a new partner after Tsubaki had left to be with her family, Black Star wouldn’t settle for anything less than the absolute best; he’d compare every prospect to Tsubaki (because, even though he would never admit it out loud, she was the best) and turn up his nose to anyone he deemed unfit. When you came along, he was left with little room for complaint, seeing as you were a multi-form weapon, just like Tsubaki, and you were sweet and kind and tolerant of his childish behavior…just like Tsubaki. It didn’t take long for Black Star to warm up to you. He felt unusually comfortable around you and felt as though he could tell you his deepest darkest secrets in full confidence that you wouldn’t tell a soul. He’d never been this close to someone before, not even Tsubaki. He would sometimes doubt his obvious crush, but when approached by others about it, he becomes uncharacteristically flustered.

A crush? On y/n? Yeah, right. I wasn’t jealous that she was talking to Soul! I-I was just…I had been waiting on her for so long, I j-just wanted to get going! Gods don’t wait around for anyone, you know!

Dr. Stein

Let’s be clear on one thing: Stein did not want a partner. He didn’t even need a partner. So when Death basically forced him to pair up with you, he was not a happy camper. Even though he opened his home to you and let you live with him, he wasn’t very nice about it. But there were some nights when he was glad that you were there, glad that he could have a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen and a soul to connect to when he needed to feel something. But by the next morning, he’d act as though nothing had happened. He’d act as though you hadn’t saved his mind from tearing apart for the umpteenth time. The other teachers, though, had noticed something different about Stein since you had moved in. He seemed almost…happier, which was uncommon for the gloomy and grey DWMA professor.

I don’t think of Ms. y/n in that way. I’d say she’s a rather infuriating woman, and our resonance link could be stronger–we’d never get along like that.

(and they’d almost believe him, if they hadn’t caught a glimpse of a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he thought of her while walking away)

LOVE IT!! Love you! Thank you!!

May I request some nsfw headcanons with Iwazuimi? :)

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Combining these two, because Iwa-chan is one of my biases. I may have gone overboard. My apologies… #sorrynotsorry

~Admin Emma


SFW

-Likes to do Spartan Races. If you’re into that, he would be high-key pumped to do it with you. He comes up with training regimens and has the day planned to the second. Afterward, he wouldn’t even care that you’re getting mud all over his car; he had too much fun and he can’t wait until next year to do it again!

-Loves dogs, and hopes you love them too. When he gets his own place that allows them, he promptly adopts 2 older mutts from the local shelter. He takes them running and bought a huge bed so they can sleep with him. I hope you’re ok with that, because if sexy times aren’t happening, the dogs are in the bed with you. Unless you’re allergic, of course, but if you just don’t like his dogs, he might get a little bit defensive. (They are literally the sweetest, chillest dogs ever and they love you anyway because you love Iwaizumi so you’re cool by their standards)

-High-key likes chubby girls. Like, he obviously looks for personality and doesn’t care about looks too much, but if he spots a chubby girl from across the room, he literally can’t take his eyes off of her. He loves a girl who’s soft and curvy and plush with thick thighs and soft arms.

-Gets easily stressed around big groups and big personalities, so his home-life is pretty low key. Take-away and Netflix is his ideal date, mostly because he can have his dogs with him. If you must leave the house, he’s usually up for a gym date, a jog around the park, the movies, or a secluded cafe. Not really a club-hopper or concert goer (although he will go to a concert, if it’s a band he really likes)

-Loves rock music, especially mid-2000s pop-rock-punk. His guilty pleasure is the Emo Holy Trinity (PatD, FOB, MCR), but other than that he is into Three Days Grace, All Time Low, and Breaking Benjamin. More recently, he has been getting into some newer stuff like Walk the Moon and Neon Trees, but he always gravitates towards his favorites. Still collects CDs because he likes the aesthetic.

-Likes to drive. A lot. It relaxes him. He had a friend who transferred to an American school back in the day and they talked about how fucking bizarre it was to have to drive more than four hours to get to a place. Iwaizumi just internally screamed ‘lucky’ for the rest of eternity.

-Not the fanciest cook in the world, but knows his way around the kitchen (Trashykawa would have starved if he didn’t). The first time he cooks for you, he is low-key panicking the whole time. It takes all his self control not to interrogate you after every bite, but you notice that he keeps asking you how everything came out every ten minutes or so. Please just tell him in excruciating detail how delicious his food is.

-Romantic, love-sick dweeb. He looks so scary and big and stand offish but he loves to snuggle, touch your hair, draw meaningless shapes on your skin with his fingers… his love language is physical touch, and he shows it.

-As a result of that, PDA is mostly hand holding, maybe an arm around your waist or over your shoulder (Not that you’ll complain with those perfect arms of his unf). Gets high-key flustered if you try for more than a kiss on the cheek.

-Call him sexy, cutie, or handsome in public if you want a beet-red, sputtering Iwa-chan. You won’t be disappointed.

-1000000% big spoon. He’s a koala cuddler. He’s a backpack capable of love. Also loves to sleep, and will definitely sleep through his alarm, so feel free to wake him with kisses. It makes him so happy. Side note: he has the best morning voice, so enjoy that.

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-Dom! Dom! Dom! Seriously, he gets so turned on telling you what to do (in the bedroom only, of course, you are your own person, after all) and likes to control everything in the bedroom. I hope you don’t mind being totally submissive to him, because that’s what he looks for.

-He has a novel of kinks–dirty talk, lingerie, bondage, mild exhibitionism, roleplay, toys, lingerie etc.–but he has a few secret fantasies that he’ll share with you after you’ve been together for a while. He wants to have at least one threesome; he wants to try total sensory deprivation one time (no sound, no sight, totally gagged); he wants to roleplay at least one “encounter” scenario (where you go to a bar separately and pretend you don’t know each other).

-He’ll never ask you to call him Daddy–it weirds him out a bit–but you jokingly called him ‘Sir’ in bed once when he was spanking you and the top of his head nearly blew off and now it his thing; you now call him Sir in bed, and he will 100% get in the mood.

-When he finds the right person, he wants to try to train her to orgasm on command. He read about it one time, and it requires a ton of trust and understanding, and he finds it equal parts unbelievably hot and shockingly intimate.

-He’s a biter. He loves to bite your thighs, your ass, your shoulders… he loves to see you all marked up, knowing he’s the one who put it there.

-His need for closeness and physical touch translates in the bedroom. It doesn’t matter how intricately he has you trussed up, he needs to touch, he needs to hold you close, and he needs your skin against his.

-A God with his hands. Seriously, let him tease you under the table at dinner; you won’t regret it

-As much of a dom as he is, he’s always wanted to let his partner try it out on him. The idea sort of turns him on.

-Seriously, this guy is so intense in bed, emotionally. He may be kinky af, but sex is so important to him, emotionally. Like, he loves the intimacy. His aftercare is 11/10 would recommend.

Love!!

hi i love your blog! i noticed a lot of jealousy scenarios floating around lately but could you maybe do one where the boys are like annoyed when their girl isn’t jealous when they get hit on? if that makes sense lol. for the miyagi captains and aces if you can (with dateko too pls!) thank you!!

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Wow, it’s been forever!!! Sorry about that–life and all. Sadly, this got really long, so I skipped Iwa-chan for now, but no worries, I will give everyone some buff hedgehog prince soon!! Enjoy
~Admin Emma


Daichi

“You really make that suit work, Sawamura-kun,” your friend, Miki, slurred. She was definitely drunk–like, well past tipsy and straight into sloppy drunk–and she was leaning heavily on Daichi.

When you’d invited him to your best friend’s wedding, you’d warned him about three people. Your cousin Ri-chan, who liked to make her husband jealous by flirting with other men; your mother, who was so ready for you to be married, she’d likely try to strong arm Daichi into signing a marriage license that day; and Miki, your extra-flirty college roommate who tended to get even worse when martinis were involved.

“Thank you,” Daichi said stiffly, shifting subtly away from her. Sadly, she followed.

“No, but for real, Sa’mura-kun,” she slurred. “You’re like… so hot. Like, rockin’ dad bod hot… like a post-Oscars Leo Dicaprio!”

He should probably have told her that wasn’t exactly a compliment, but really, all he wanted to do was disengage and find you. You’d disappeared and left him alone with Miki to go see someone. He shifted uncomfortably, because Miki was close enough that he could smell the six or so cocktails she’d had since the champagne toasts, and he couldn’t find you. How? How could you see how he was being treated and just… say nothing?

Granted, he’d liked that chill energy when you two had met. He’d had his share of clingy, jealous partners, and the fact that you wouldn’t flip your lid over someone taking a harmless peek at his ass once in a while was refreshing. But sometimes, it niggled at that little sprout of anxiety that told him he wasn’t good enough for you. That you didn’t want him…that you were just waiting for someone to steal him away so you could move on without guilt.

It was stupid and irrational, but who said anxiety was intelligent or rational?

“So what do you say, Sawamura-kun?” Miki said, putting extra emphasis on every syllable of his name, walking her fingers up his tie in a move that was probably supposed to be seductive. “I have a room at this hotel… care to join me?”

He rolled his eyes and took a definitive step away from her; “Um… I should probably find ____.”

“Oh, please,” Miki said. “I can offer you way more than ____! Did you know–hic–that I am a very successful–hic–event planner? I planned an event for the damn Prime Minister!”

Yes, as you’ve said… about a dozen times…

Just as Miki seemed ready to lunge, though, you swooped in to his rescue and wrapped a companionable–if restraining–arm around Miki’s waist; “Whoa, there, cow girl, give the man some space.”

“____, your boyfriend is very cute! Are you sure I can’t borrow him?”

Daichi balked when you giggled; “Maybe some other time. Right now, I think you’ve caught that very cute bartender’s eye, and he’s single and looks like he can bench a truck.”

“Oh! Beefy man! I am there!” Miki squared her shoulders and sauntered (well, more like toddled, but she probably thought it was a saunter) over to the bar.

“Thank you,” Daichi said, grasping your hands gratefully.

“Don’t mention it, babe. You looked like you were drowning out there.” You were laughing a little bit, but when you squeezed his fingers and tugged him towards the dance floor, he felt a bit more settled. “Sorry about her, but in my defense, I did warn you.”

“I’ll take your mother’s overt wedding planning over that any day,” Daichi said with a shudder. He led you in a slow dance, letting you rest your ear against his chest. He bit his lip… he’d just have to bring it up. It would only get worse if he let it fester. “Weren’t you… I don’t know… jealous?”

You straightened and gave him a concerned look; “Not really.”

“Oh.” He visibly wilted. He could feel it.

“Daichi, baby,” you said, stroking his cheek. “Come on. Talk to me.”

“It’s just… you never seem to get possessive or jealous or anything… and I know that that’s sort of why I love you. You’re just chill and you trust me, but… do you even want me?”

Your expression crumpled and you stopped dead on the dance floor, taking his hands in yours; “Of course I want you, Daichi. I love you. I love you more than anything!”

“Then… why?” He felt stupid, but he had to air it out. “Why don’t…” He trailed off, unable to finish.

“Because I trust you.” You smiled at him, brilliantly and brightly. “Because I love you, and we are adults, and I’m not going to get crazy because a woman looks at you cross eyed. Besides, even if I was the jealous type, I would never get jealous over Miki. I mean, you should have seen your face. You looked more like you were getting accosted by the symbiote from Venom than a reasonably attractive woman.”

Daichi snorted, feeling a bit silly; “I love you… even if you’re a nerd.”

“I love you, too,” you said, rocking onto your toes to kiss him. “Precisely because you’re a nerd.”

Asahi

You’d insisted that him taking a train all the way to your apartment to pick you up just to take a train all the way back to his apartment was a total waste of time. He’d insisted on coming to get you because he was a worrier and you knew this, so let him be chivalrous, ____! You’d come to a compromise; he would meet you at his favorite cafe between his apartment and the station. He was early, as per usual, and decided to get a coffee and dig out his reading for his literature class while he waited. The air was too cold and too dry for his contacts, so he was stuck with his librarian glasses. Still, it was rare he got to get out and just have a cup of coffee anymore, and after that, he got to see you. So it worked out.

“Excuse me?” Asahi looked up from his book, his eyes widening when he saw a slightly giddy high-school girl. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but… are you Keisuke-kun?”

“Eh?” Asahi blinked rapidly, trying to process her words. Keisuke-kun was an up-and-coming idol that had just gotten a big endorsement deal with NUMBER (N)INE, dropped a new single, and had announced a new drama, so even pop-culture-stupid-Asahi knew who he was. While they bore a striking resemblance, Keisuke-kun was definitely more attractive.

Still, the girl was convinced, and his lack of immediate response did little to convince her otherwise; “Oh, my God! I’m just… I’m sorry to bug you on your day off, but could I shake your hand? I’m a big fan!”

“Um, I’m sorry, but I think you have the wrong person.”

“Asahi?” Of course you chose now to come save him and not, say, five minutes ago. “Sorry I’m late, doll. You ready to go?”

“Oh,” the girl said in a small voice. Her entire face turned red. “You’re… you’re not him?”

“Not who?” you asked.

“You’re just a regular person…” The girl turned even redder, and she looked at Asahi with something like awe. “I see… I’m… I’m so sorry.”

She bowed deeply and fled. You cocked your head at her fleeing back; “What was that about?”

“She called me Keisuke-kun,” Asahi replied, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Aw, she thought you were cute,” you laughed.

“Only because she thought I was an idol.”

“Nah, did you see that face? She was having ‘hot college punk, innocent high school girl’ fantasies.”

Asahi turned beet red; “Are… you jealous?”

“Not really,” you said with a shrug. “I got coffee. Let’s head out, yeah?”

Asahi threw his arm around your shoulder, walking you back to his apartment. He really should have just let it go, maybe just smiled along sheepishly if you chose to tell Daichi and Suga the story. But he couldn’t let it go. He should have been OK with the fact that you weren’t jealous. He should have liked this fact. It showed that you trusted him. He couldn’t really deal with an overly-jealous partner… but what if you just didn’t love him enough to be jealous? If someone tried to steal him away… would you stop them?

“Asahi, doll, did you hear me?”

“What? Um, no, sorry,” he said, staring at his boots.

“Asahi, you’ve been somewhere else today,” you said, tucking his hair behind his ear. Your face was crumpled with concern. “Are you OK?”

“It’s stupid,” he grumbled. “Not important.”

“If it’s bugging you, it’s important.”

He took your hand in his, squeezing a little tighter; “It’s just… I don’t know, I don’t want crazy possessive jealousy, you know? But… why weren’t you jealous? Of the girl having a crush on me?”

You went silent. Not a stunned silence; more of a contemplative silence. “I trust you, Asahi. And I know that I won’t lose you without warning… at least I hope. But if it’s a question of me being jealous to show you how much I love you–”

“That’s so gross, I know!” Asahi interjected. “I’m sorry. I’m just… being dumb.”

“You’re being cute,” you laughed, bringing his hand up to your lips to gently kiss his knuckles. “But I do love you, Asahi. More than anything.”

“You promise?”

You kissed his hand again, trailing your lips to his wrist. Your eyes were full of dark, heated assurance…a look that made it hard to wait until he got you back to his place.

“I promise.”

Oikawa

It wasn’t uncommon for Oikawa to be surrounded by squealing girls. Sometimes they were from his school, sometimes they were from other schools, and one time he got held up by a group of housewives out shopping for the afternoon. It was just… sort of a part of his life. You understood that. You didn’t get mad when he was kidnapped by a group of girls at matches and held until someone came to fetch him (usually Iwa-chan), and you didn’t hold it against him when he was nice. What was he supposed to do, be cruel? He thought that’s what made you perfect.

Sometimes, though, sometimes his fans got… a bit out of control.

There was that one girl who threw her bra at him, and you just laughed. There was another who baked him a cake every day for a week, and you both got a little uneasy about them, but you didn’t seem all that upset about it. Then there was the girl who showed up to his dorm room in nothing but lingerie and a winter coat, and you were concerned for his safety (and her sanity), but little else.

Why did your nonchalance bother him so much?

It came to a head after practice one afternoon. He was headed to your place to study and watch a movie and maybe stay the weekend. It had been a while since he’d been able to just hang out with you. You were walking home together. Your hands were tucked in the pockets of his team jacket–he loved it when you wore it–and he was spinning a volleyball against his chest, enthusiastically recounting practice to you.

“____, we should get dinner!” Oikawa suddenly exclaimed, high on post-practice adrenaline.

“Sure, babe,” you replied. “Wherever you want to go. My treat.”

“Nooo, I want to pay! My allowance came in and I have some extra money!”

“Add that to your savings, Tooru,” you said with a laugh. Your boyfriend could be a bit on the ridiculous side. “I’m the one with a job, remember?”

“Please, let me spoil my precious ____-chan!” Oikawa threw his arm around your shoulder, nuzzling your cheek.

“Gross, you reek of sweat!” You shoved him away playfully. You didn’t hate his smell. Quite the opposite, actually…

“Oikawa-kun?” A girl was waiting at his normal crossing that would take him to his apartment. “I’m sorry, Oikawa-kun, but can I have a minute of your time?”

He wanted to say no, tell the girl to get lost, he was obviously on a date, ask her if she was stupid… the whole nine yards. Having a fan club was tiring. But he was honestly too nice and (he hated to admit aloud) his self-worth was too dependant on the love of others to risk hurting her feelings. But if you refused…

Please refuse! Get mad! Get angry! Tell her to back the fuck off, please!

But instead, you smiled up at him. He grimaced at you before turning his fakest, most plastic smile at the girl; “Of course! What can I do for you?”

“I’m so sorry to bother you…” she repeated, shifting from foot to foot.

Then go away! He thought to himself. Out loud, he said, “Now, now, don’t be shy. Just say it!”

“Oikawa-kun, I know we don’t know each other very well, but… but I’ve always admired you. I… I’m in love with you! Please… please accept my feelings!” She dipped into a deep bow.

Oikawa wanted to blow his fucking lid. He looked back at you, expecting you to fly into a rage, maybe push the girl into traffic. But instead, you just rolled your eyes indulgently, like you were saying ‘get a load of this one; funny story for later.’ He turned back towards the girl, who was shivering under the weight of his silence.

“I’m sorry. That’s very sweet but I can’t accept your feelings. See, I’m seeing someone,” he said through gritted teeth, taking a half-step back to take your hand in his.”

The girl at least had the decency to look sheepish before she bowed again and ran off. You waited until she’d rounded the far corner before bursting out laughing; “That was a new one. Confessing out of the blue like that. Does that happen often?”

He ignored your question; “Why didn’t you get mad?”

“Because you turned her down,” you said simply, squeezing his hand slightly. “Please, Tooru, I knew about your fans from day one. I knew what dating you entailed. I’m not jealous or anything.”

He turned that statement over and over in his head. He was sullen and quiet until you got to his apartment. He was so sullen and quiet, as a matter of fact, that you ordered take out instead of going out to a restaurant. He slumped on his couch, glowering out the window.

“Tooru?”

“I want you to be jealous,” he grumbled.

“But you said–”

“I know what I said!” he snapped, hugging his throw pillow tighter. “I know I was all ‘you can’t get jealous when other people love me,’ and I thought you were perfect for understanding, but…”

“But… what?” You ran your hand over his knee, revelling in his teeny little sigh at your touch. “Talk to me, baby.”

“I just feel like… you’re wasting your time with me. That I’m not good enough for you. That you don’t… really want me.”

You grimaced at him, pulling him close and running your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch, burrowing into the crux of your shoulder. You held him tight, pressing kisses to his temple. You had no idea how to fix it, or how to reassure him. So instead, you held him, and hoped that would be enough.

Ushijima

Ushijima was no stranger to random confessions.

All through high school, he was weirdly popular among the girls at Shiratorizawa, and his blunt honesty was often taken as intimacy. He didn’t mind it so much. He wouldn’t openly admit to preening a bit under the attention (even taking a small, perverse amount of pleasure from Tendou’s seething jealousy over it) but he rather enjoyed it. He just didn’t have time for romance.

But after he confessed to you (in his own special way) and you started going out, the random confessions started to grate on him a bit. He was taken. You two weren’t exactly shy about expressing affection, and even when he told people that he was taken, seeing someone, not looking for anyone else, the confessions still came. It was annoying at best.

The worst part was that you didn’t even seem to care. You often slipped away or waited nearby for him if and when he was randomly approached by the girls he went to school with. He handled his admirers with less and less grace as time went on, because he didn’t know what was worse. The utter disrespect his peers seemed to have for his relationship, or your utter nonchalance.

He didn’t expect a shoujo manga freak out–he didn’t want that–but he expected… something. Maybe you stepping to his defense, or possibly you just… staying close. But you didn’t. You just left him, and he didn’t want to admit how much it hurt. It was like you didn’t want him.

When he brought it up with you, though, he got a wholly unexpected reaction.

“Do you want to break up?” he asked one day.

You froze, nearly dropping your snack to the ground. Your eyes went wide with horror; “What? Why? Do… did I do something wrong?”

He felt a pang of regret at his poor wording, but he soldiered on; “No. You did nothing wrong. But you don’t seem to like me very much, so I assumed you didn’t want to continue our relationship.”

He would never admit that it killed him to say it. He would never admit that part of him always believed that you were biding your time, waiting for him to find someone else, or someone else to take him off your hands.

You took his hands, your eyes wide and watery; “Toshi… how could you say that? Of course I like you. I love you!”

Your expression and the catch in your voice gutted him, and he couldn’t even look you in the eye, he was so ashamed; “Then… why don’t you care? When people try to take me away from you?”

You balked, but you didn’t let go of his hands. That comforted him more than he would admit; “Toshi… do you want to leave me for these other girls?”

“No,” he said definitively. “Never.”

You smiled, stroking your fingers along his cheek; “Then I have no reason to be jealous. I love you, and I trust you, and I knew about your popularity going into this. You may not believe me, but you’re a catch, Toshi.”

He flushed, but could feel the hints of a soft smile at the corners of his cheeks; “Thank you, ____. That… means a lot.”

“If you’re uncomfortable me leaving you alone when you get these confessions, I’ll stop,” you said. “I’ll stand by you, and defend you, but I don’t own you. You’re your own man, and we’re equals. But if you want me to, I will protect you. No matter what.”

Futakuchi

Futakuchi was ready to tell this waitress exactly where she could stick her inappropriately low cut top and too-wide smile and her stupid hair twirling. He hadn’t seen such blatant hair twirling in his life–even when you couldn’t keep your cool around him with your stupid-obvious crush. Back then, with you, he’d found it endearing. But this fake, hyper-sexual flirting? He hated it. Especially considering he was very obviously on a fucking date.

“Is there anything else I can get you, sir?” She blatantly waited for you to excuse yourself to the bathroom, and Futakuchi had to fight the urge to eviscerate the woman on the spot.

“Just our orders, thanks,” he grumbled. He pointedly ignored the waitress until she left, effectively tearing his napkin into confetti.

“You know, she’s going to have to clean that up,” you said, fixing him with a stern stare.

“Welcome back,” he growled.

“Don’t ‘welcome back’ me in that tone. I leave for two minutes and you’re making a mess for our poor waitress?”

“Serves her right,” he said, resisting the spiteful desire to throw his napkin mess on the floor, Lonely Island style.

“Come on, Kenji, we were having a good time,” you said. “What brought this on?”

He’d have continued to fight you, but your gentle touch always melted him; “I told her I had a girlfriend. She didn’t care. It… pissed me off.”

You smiled; “Kenji, that’s sweet, but you’re kind of a catch, babe. I should commend her for her good taste.”

His scowl deepened, and he twisted his lips into a petulant pout; “You… you’re not jealous, or anything?”

“Not really.” You shrugged. “Now, what did you order me, and it better have been a lot of it! And if it is a kiwi parfait again, Kenji, I swear to God–”

“Why aren’t you jealous?”

He felt stung. He hated that he felt that way, because the fact that you were so cool was… sort of the best part about you. Sure, you had your crazy moments, but those crazies were really endearing and he loved it about you. He loved listening to you yell about the things that excited you, or made you mad, or made you think… he loved your big, brilliant brain and all it’s wonderful thoughts. He also loved your fiercely protective streak.

Maybe it was a little petty to want that protective streak turned against people he disliked.

“Because I had no reason to,” you said. “Baby, I love you. But you are so obviously upset by this, I have nothing to worry about. I am so mad on your behalf, and if I sense a bitch coming for you, I will cut her with this spoon–don’t test me–but jealous? Nah. I trust you too much to fuck with that.”

He had to laugh at that; “That was a very long-winded way of telling me you’re cutting a bitch with a spoon today.”

You flung your napkin at him; “Shut it, Kenji, or I’m spitting in your coffee.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He teased and sniped, mostly to cover up the soft glow that bloomed in his chest. He was… so loved. And so, so happy.

Bad Ending – MoraMew – Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

moramewhq:

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Characters: Yachi Hitoka, Kyoutani Kentarou, Miya Osamu, Matsukawa Issei
Additional Tags: demon!Kyou, murderer!Osamu, uhhhhhh i really don’t know what to tag it with, Character Death, yachi is just trying to feed her big demon puppy, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, it’s not explicitly spelled out or anything nothing graphic but mentions of pet training, the fucked up human pet training i mean, Supernatural Elements, tinder date gone wrong, Blood and Gore
Summary:

“She smiles at him- sweet and maybe just a bit sleepy- and then rests against him with a little sigh. Her fingers curl into his jacket then and his mind adds clingy to her traits, thinks that he really fucking lucked out in finding her.

She’ll be so easy to break in.”

Here, have some creeptastic fic. Mind the warnings but this is good stuff as always from Mora!

Bad Ending – MoraMew – Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

Headcanons for how and where Karasuno would propose to their girlfriend please

mme-hajime:

My pleasure.

Sawamura Daichi

  • Daichi would want it to be intimate – he wants the proposal itself to be simple, at a place that means a lot to you; Maybe you’ve had your first date there, maybe a really memorable night. Whatever it was, when you go there, your heart is filled with love and you’re both smiling at the memory
  • With his heart pounding so hard he is afraid you’ll hear it, he waits for a moment; for a pause, for a second of peace before he starts to tell you all the things he loves about you and your time together
  • Of how much he wants to cherish you for the rest of his days, of how much he adores you and being with you makes him the best he can be; It sounds cheesy, but it is perfect, it is honest and it contains all his true feelings
  • And then he’ll propose. He’ll take your hand and go to one knee, and as you struggle to realize what he’s up to your eyes are already filled with tears of joy;

Sugawara Koushi

  • Suga loves the moments of daily life with you. The way you fit perfectly in his arms, your head resting at the crook of his neck, his fingers resting on your soft smooth skin.
  • Moments like those bring him so much happiness, and he just wants to live this happiness until he takes his last breath. The longer you’ve been together, the more he feels the urge to make you his, to let the world and everyone know that you belong
  • He picks a day, the day that is closest to the moment the realitation hits – a day you can both stay in bed, a special occasion, whatever comes up first. And he’ll snuggle up, nuzzle your neck, tease you and kiss you a lot. You start to wonder what has gotten into him lately as he got up and prepared breakfast
  • It’s a feast. Your favorites, sweet and savory, and flowers – where did they come from? It’s a moment full of happiness. And he will use that morning to ask you if you want to marry him, and he’ll make you promise yourself to him over and over again in a heated whisper all day.

Azumane Asahi

  • He is so nervous, he jumps every time you walk in on him as he looks at rings, places, inspiration for how he should propose. Someone recommended pinterest and he is browsing around, looking over his shoulder constantly so you won’t catch him
  • He really wants to marry you, and he really wants it to be special – but his nerves make him break a sweat just thinking about it and even more so when he has to fear you’re going to find it out before he gets the chance to make this perfect
  • But the universe aligns and Asahi will find a perfect ring when he expects it the least, just browsing through and seeing something that screams you; It’s like it all works out then, because he feels more at ease, feels like now he can do it – the ring giving him courage, knowing it will look so beautiful on you.
  • He takes you out on a date night, surprising you with tickets to the theatre. You look dashing, you always do, and he has to force himself not to stare at you all night. You notice him stealing glances though, and you find you enjoy the effect you still have on him
  • Once the night comes to an end and you find yourself in a more private setting, he’ll propose – he’ll be gentle and kind, his voice strong and shy both, as he asks you to spend the rest of your lifes with each other

Nishinoya Yuu

  • Noya just blurts his intentions out the moment his emotions overcome him; he holds you close and his heart is so full he could burst, so he tells you that he wants you to be his wife.
  • And at your giggle, he admits he is serious, that it would be marvellous – he’d go off, telling you all the amazing things he has experiences since he met you, confessing his love all over again as he looks you in the eyes, dead serious as he asks you if you would please be his wife
  • Once you say yes, Noya is so excited he can barely contain it. This is the best thing ever – and to celebrate it, and because it was such a spontanious proposal, he makes up for it by planning the perfect date with you. Going ice skating, having fun, holding hands and eating at your favorite place – and you’ll end up getting a ring too, a really shiney and pretty one.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

  • Once he realizes he wants to spend his life with you, wants to call you his wife and be your husband, Tanaka keeps thinking about how to do it – he wants it to be special, something that would bring you to tears just remembering it for years to come.
  • He takes Noya with him to look for a ring that suits you and he keeps talking about the best way to propose to you – Noya lets Tanaka talk mostly, nodding and pushing him to find the right way that suits you both
  • Tanaka chooses to propose in private too – he will take you out for a two day vacation, a short trip to ease the strain of daily life and while you wonder what brought it on, you simply enjoy the love he gives to you
  • As you watch the sun set in silence, Tanaka knows this is his moment; he asks you to marry him, his voice a little high and his smile a shy one as he makes sure you know that it would be the best thing ever for him to spend his life with you.

Ennoshita Chikara

  • Ennoshita will be very creative about it; He collects pictures and movie strips he made from you, short clips whenever you were out together. He makes a little movie of all the years you’ve spent together and he is proud of the result.
  • Once your anniversary comes around, that’s the perfect time to do this – you wouldn’t suspect his motive watching a movie about your years together on your anniversary. He has prepared your favorite dessert, the apartment smelling really nice and clean, and he looks very handsome and biteable in just his simple jeans and shirt.
  • The movie will bring you to tears and he’ll hug you, holding you a little longer than expected – when you try to move he pulls you back, kissing your head and taking a deep breath before taking half a step back, looking into your eyes. It’s now or never.

Kinoshita Hisashi

  • It happens when you’ve been together for a while – the topic has never come up, but once he sees a show on tv with a beautiful bride he can’t help but see you in a wedding gown
  • The image makes him stare at you and you blush, his gaze intense. He turns away once he realizes he has been staring, his ears turning pink as well. It feels like when you started out dating, when he was a shy mess yet unsure of how to date
  • He takes you on a spontanious trip, a romantic one – not cliché, but very you. You enjoy dinner, have fun and joke around, and you don’t see it coming. He asks you to go for a walk, to settle your stomachs since you ate so much
  • And once you arrive under a big tree, he turns to you with the most gentle expression, a shy smile playing around his lips as he goes down on one knee.

Narita Kazuhito

  • Has been paying a lot of attention to you always; He knows what you like and dislike, and he has become your greatest supporter in such a loving way, you can’t help but look for him whenever you get nervous.
  • It happens one day, when your friends start asking you about marriage and children; You haven’t been thinking much about it before, everything just felt good the way it was.
  • Narita notices your thoughts wandering, sees you watching bridal shows and when he asks you about it, you laugh it off nervously. He sees you wondering and he gets curious himself, talking to a friend about his thoughts on the matter
  • He decides to ask for your parents permission – he knows this to be old-fashioned, but he likes to do it in order, likes to know that you have your parents blessings.
  • He takes you to a festival, rides the ferris wheel with you – your eyes shine just like the stars as you marvel at the view, your gaze flying all over town. You look so beautiful, and he knows right then and there that there is no joy greater than to have you by his side forever. So he asks you, giving you a soft kiss and a smile, sharing his feelings before he proposes formally to you, holding out the ring your mother gave to him for you.

Kageyama Tobio

  • Kageyama wants to marry you. He really does. But he has no idea how to spring that idea on you. While he has gotten used to being intimate with you, he is still the awkward blueberry everyone knows and loves
  • So he keeps trying to educate himself on the matter – what do women expect from a proposal? How is he supposed to do it? Until Hinata finds one of the magazines Kageyama bought.
  • Kageyama is almost ready to give up on the perfect proposal when he suddenly sees the perfect ring. Delicate, reminding him of you the instant he sees it. He just has to get it, and he does.
  • And everything comes together nicely. He picks you up from club/classes/pracitce/work and he still has the ring right there in his pocket. He still hasn’t come up with a perfect scenery
  • But when you stop mid-stride and stare at the setting sun, the warm orange light making the angles of your face shine with your natural beauty he can’t help it.
  • He takes your hand and tugs at it until you turn, looking at him. He wears an honest and warm smile, his eyes full of love as he asks you “Will you please marry me?”

Hinata Shouyou

  • When you’re out on a date with Hinata, wherever you go he just holds your hand. He can’t help it, he loves it – the soft feel of your hand in his. He tugs at it, wanting to show you the baby cubs at the zoo, too adorable not to show you. And as you watch them with a smile, Hinata watches you, his cheeks turning a bright pink as his thoughts wander to your future, to the mental image of having children with you.
  • You turn, quizzical look on your face at seeing him blush in such a deep pink; But he just shakes his head, mumbling something about having to get married first.
  • You wonder what that was all about, but you know better than to push. He’ll tell you once he is ready, and you enjoy the rest of the date. Little did you know that Hinata was already planning out the whole thing.
  • Later that same day, as he takes you out to get ice cream he can’t help it anymore. He is bad at keeping things from you as it was, and his feelings just spill over. So as you were about to take another lick of your favorite ice cream flavor he tugs at your hand, eyes wide as he tells you that he wants to marry you. That he wants to spend his life with you. Would you… want that too?

Tsukishima Kei

  • It has come to a point were you felt comfortable enough to tease the hell out of Tsukishima – he may act all salty and nonchalant, but it seems you could always get him to be flustered.
  • You tackle him, sitting on his arms as you tried to tickle him. You laugh just bubbles out of you and you lean down, placing a kiss on his lips. “I wouldn’t mind doing this always and forever” you say as you lift yourself up, straightening your closes and wiping your eyes.
  • He gets up next to you, looking at you, golden eyes boring into you with an intensity you’ve barely seen before. A smirk comes to his face as you become clearly more flustered, aware of what you just said. You think about how to redeem yourself or take it back, but you meant it – you could really do this forever.
  • And so could he. “Then let’s”
  • Your eyes widen involuntarily and he let’s out a laugh, tackling you before he gently tucks your hair behind your ear. “Let’s spend forever like this”

Yamaguchi Tadashi

  • Yamaguchi’s parents are the first to broach the subject. They don’t mean to pressure you, they are simply curious, but the conversation had you both blushing and stuttering
  • Later that night, Yamaguchi will ask you if you’re still awake – and what you think. He is afraid you’ve been feeling scared or pressured and when he finds out that you actually like the thought, he feels relief wash over him
  • Because he, too, likes the thought. This is when he starts to collect ideas, when he makes mental notes on things you liked and places you mentioned you’d like to visit. He gathers all the things you seem to have been enjoying lately and plans the perfect dates in a row
  • He has been doing things like this occasionally, showering you with all his love and pampering you, that’s why you don’t realize it sooner. That’s why when you really do find a ring in your dessert your hands fly to your mouth and you can just stare at him, your heart hammering
  • His smile is shy as he nods, as he tells you how much he loves you – as he asks you to spend the rest of your life with him

Ukai Keishin

  • He takes you out to vacation, thinking you both can use a time off – relaxing, enjoying life with just the two of you. And it feels so perfect and nice, to have you in his arms, to play with your hair and just do nothing but laugh with you all day.
  • “I wish we could just stay here” you mutter the words as you press your face into his chest, fingers digging into him as you try to scoot closer. This is pure happiness. And you think you couldn’t possibly be any happier.
  • That’s when he takes a deep breath too, giving your head a kiss. That’s when he starts to tell you all he has been thinking about. About how much happier he is with you. How life becomes just more colorful and radiant as he experiences it with you. How he wants to spend every day waking up to you.
  • It is not a formal proposal. But it is one nonetheless. A silent question, asking you to be there for him forever, a promise, of him to always be your pillar, of always loving you till the day he takes the last breath and even after, if possible.

Takeda Ittetsu

  • Takeda wants everything to go right. He asks your parents for permission, prepares a wonderful dinner, dances with you to your favorite songs. It is a night to remember, a night that makes you feel special and you wonder if you have forgotten an anniversary because this just feels to perfect for a normal date.
  • But it is just him, just him loving you, the ring of his grandmother in his pocket, ready to be presented to you. He kisses you, small pecks everywhere, tells you how beautiful you are – how he has been the happiest ever since you gracefully swooped into his life and made him whole.
  • Takeda is a romantic. He believes in true love, and he knows he found it, knew the moment he laid eyes on you. So he goes to one knee, his smile warming your heart, your soul already knowing what is to come. And it’s the happiest moment you’ve ever experienced.

Shimizu Kiyoko

  • Kiyoko has been waiting to ask you for a while now. Her nerves have been getting to her and she tries to swallow them down, wondering if this was the right way to go. But she refuses to back out now.
  • She planned this night, a violin in her hand as she takes a deep breath. It’s a play organized by friends of hers, and she practiced just for you. Practiced your favorite song just to play it here, in front of so many people, with you sitting in the first row.
  • It goes by smoothly, tears prickling in your eyes. The gesture not lost on you – shy Kiyoko, beautiful radiant Kiyoko, being on stage performing just for you. You knew it was for you, knew she hit every note just to reach your ears.
  • It was the perfect night to propose. The song was her serenade of love to you.

Yachi Hitoka

  • Yachi has been thinking about it for a long time. And she decides that she wants to make it unique and beautiful. She decides that she wants it to be playful – because she loves your laugh, can’t get enough of it.
  • So she asks you for a date, and she doesn’t tell you where you’re going. She just leaves a flyer for you on your dresser, telling you to wear something pretty and comfortable, something you feel good in and to go to a certain spot.
  • She has hung flyers everywhere, drawings of you, of her, of your pets – of anything that connects the two of you, and she made little quizzes to lead you the way. She sends you around town, to beautiful spots, places you’ve visited. It is fun, her quizzes are filled with insiders, with jokes and memories.
  • And when you arrive at the little bakery, the one where you shared a piece of strawberry pie for the very first time, sharing a fork and feeding each other, your smile couldn’t be more radiant. It’s the perfect moment.

So cute!!

Long Days and Cupcakes (Asahi x Reader Birthday Fic for Rachel Lauren)

imagine-that-haikyuu:

EEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY IT’S ME, BACK WITH A FIC BECAUSE Y’ALL KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS???

YES

IT’S ADMIN RACHEL LAUREN’S BIRTHDAY WOOP WOOP SHE’S 25 MAH HOMIES

well anyway, hello! i come bursting from beneath the mountain of academics to bring to you a simple birthday fic for my best girl ❤ 

it’s super rushed because i only had time to do it right now, and it may suck because i have not written a single fic in months huhu, but anyway

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ADMIN RACHEL LAUREN!!!!!! have a domestic, knows-how-to-cook woobie jesus for ur bday today ❤

– admin may

Heavy footsteps on the
cement floors of the apartment complex reached Asahi’s ears made him almost
jump out of his skin and hurriedly stopped his work to put it in the fridge. He
turned around just in time to hear the locks click open and see the door swing
open.

You looked horrible,
in the least offensive sense of the word. Asahi knew you were way too stressed
with work these past few weeks—coming home late most days, not really having
much time to eat let alone relax. It was obviously taking a toll on your body,
so Asahi decided it was high time you got to rest your shoulders a bit.

“Hey, babe,” he said,
moving around the breakfast bar to come to you with outstretched arms, ready to
catch you if you ended up collapsing. “Welcome home.”

You tiredly toed off
your shoes and dropped your bags by the entryway, immediately sliding across
the floor in your stockings to crash against him and wrap your arms tightly
around his strong chest. The perpetual citrus scent coming off him made you
sigh in contentment. You felt the faint scratch of a beard against your
forehead as he leaned down to press a soft kiss.

A tired smile crossed
your face. “I’m home, Asahi.” You two stayed wrapped around each other for a
while, content to just bask in the other’s presence.

“God, I’m so tired,”
you mumbled into his chest, heaving out another sigh.

Asahi ran a hand up
and down your back. “Why don’t you go take a shower and a bath, then? I’ll get
dinner ready.” He tightened his hold on you for a second before holding you at
arm’s length. “Just relax tonight, okay?” Asahi cupped our cheek in his warm
palm, and you instinctively leaned into it, holding a hand up to his to keep it
there.

“Have I told you you’re
the best boyfriend ever?” you said smiling, tired but grateful.

“Only all the time.”
He leaned in and pecked your nose quickly before turning you to the direction
of the bedroom.

You laughed as so
headed to the bathroom. “I love you, Asahi!” you yelled, closing the door
gently.

Asahi chuckled, retreating
into the kitchenette to continue his surprise.

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So cute May!!

Happy birthday Rachel Lauren!!

So it suddenly crossed my mind, but between daichi, bokuto, iwachan, and ushiwaka, who gives the best hug? I mean the bear hug – holding you so tight all your troubles melt away type of hug.

mme-hajime:

RARAAAAAA Do you want me to rank the boys? Ahhh torture.

Daichi’s hugs would feel so warm and reassuring. His arms around your back, hand rubbing between your shoulderblades, his face close to your hair. He just holds you, giving you time to gather yourself. A happy hug, Daichi squeezed you as he whispers in your ear to tease you, fingers playing with your hair until you throw your head back laughing/grinning.

Bokuto just grabs you, holds you close, bone crushing. His hand in your hair at the back of your head, pressing you into his chest, his other one at your lower back, pulling you ever closer. He squeezes you, and it makes you giggle, the hug comforting and sweet, a little impulsive. Happy hugs involve lifting you anf twirling, laughter and kisses.

Iwaizumi would hug you slowly, draw you in and pat you, once he has gotten used to the closeness. He whispers reassurances, comforts, anything, holds you close and secure, but not squeezing the air outta you like Bo. A happy hug, run up to him, he’ll catch you, lift you up and squeeze you with a smile, kisses your head and bathes in your laughter.

Ushijima’s hugs feel safe, his arms wrapping around you like a blanket. It feels like everything else is shut out and there you are, just you and him, safe from the world. That ’s his kind of hug. Makes you forget anything but him. His happy hugs are warm and safe, feeling a lot like the other ones in that they make anything around you disappear, just more laughter and his face in your hair.

The perfect hug for any occasion. You tell me which one seems perfect to you right now 😀

Give me all the hugs!!!