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Win or Lose with You

imagine-that-haikyuu:

It’s my darling son Kageyama’s birthday! For the occasion, I decided to do a bit of a follow-up to the birthday fic I wrote for myself in 2016. l focused this around the lyrics to Dessa’s “It’s Only Me” like with the last one (the title comes from the refrain). Honestly, I’ve raved about her on this blog before and I love everything she does, so please listen to her stuff because it’s gr8

Anyway, happy birthday to my Sweet Blueberry Boy, Tobio

– Admin Rachel Lauren

It’s quiet when Kageyama enters the apartment. That’s to be expected, though. He left at an ungodly hour and is returning in the same fashion, but this time without your exhausted presence to welcome him home like you had seen him off. He would have loved to seen you waiting for him outside the security check at the airport to drive him home. If it hadn’t been around two in the morning, that would have been the plan. No, now your sleep goes uninterrupted by his arrival.

It’s for the best, anyway, as you have to be up for work in the morning.

Just as he sits in the foyer to take off his shoes, Kageyama hears the creak of your bedroom door opening.

“Tobio?” Your voice is soft and drenched with sleepiness. He’s heard this voice of yours so many times already, and yet there’s something so uniquely beautiful to it this time. Even with your hair a tousled mess from just waking up and the way you squint in the hallway light is a sight for sore eyes. At least for him.

“Welcome home,” you mumble. A yawn comes out to punctuate that.

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Happy birthday Tobio!!!

Ask box open? So excited! Can you add Ukai to your ballroom/latin dance AU? I’m thinking Rachel will want to write it because he’s her husband? I wasn’t sure what to ask for in relation to the AU since I’m sure you have an idea of what you want to write (and I’m clueless when it comes to dance) but if you want more details I can try to come up with something?

imagine-that-haikyuu:

a little known fact is that 75% of the reason i started this blog was that somewhere along the way, someone would ask me for this ballroom/latin!au. when i brought may on and we started talking to get to know each other, i found out she also loves dancing with the stars as much as i do. we knew we had to write this au or else we’d only screech to each other about it with no other outlet

if you like what i do and want to show your support, consider supporting me on ko-fi! money is tight right now, and i could use the help!

– admin rachel lauren

  • Heather Morris’s rumba with Maks Chmerkovskiy is my inspiration for Ukai’s and your dancing so definitely check it out. It’s, like, pitch perfect, the chemistry is all there, I could go on. I’d like to think that good songs for a rumba with him are Amy Winehouse’s slow-downed BBC Live Lounge version of “Valerie” or “Crystallized” by Young the Giant
  • The two of you have been partnered up since you were kids, and it shows. There’s just something so effortless in your dancing and your partnership. It makes even the most serious of dance styles look like fun.
    • Needless to say, it took a lot of work (and a little falling in love) to make that happen. Your personalities clashed a lot in the beginning, but something clicked after a particularly bad day in competition and things took a turn for the better from there.
  • Since he buzzed his hair in his youth, he never had to slick back his hair for competition. The headband he wears all the time now to push his hair back  is a sort of middle ground for that when he’s instructing.
  • The boys love it when Ukai calls you into help with classes. Partially because, hey, a pretty lady is coming to see them, but also because you can give their partners insight that they’re more receptive to since you’re in their position
    • Plus, the demos from you two are either really hot helpful or lead to some hilarious bickering after
  • Has a soft spot for the Viennese waltz and foxtrot, even though he’s a latin guy himself. You often joke about him liking those standard dances–as opposed to the tango–because of his delinquent-like appearance.
    • (This is where I direct you to another dance from Maks Chmerkovskiy, but this time it’s his Viennese waltz with Meryl Davis because I have not shut up to May for days already about this being the perfect VWaltz for Ukai and his partner. I get really emotional about it)
  • His favorite outside of the ten dance styles in competition is the Argentine tango. Dancing in close embrace with you is just so romantic for him.

So cool! Thanks for a new obsession!

Futakuchi Kenji or Goshiki Tsutomu (either is fine!) for what they’d do around their crush to get them to notice him, and what happens when they find out their crush has the same feelings for him as well!

imagine-that-haikyuu:

eeyyyyy so im busting out the other request i recently finished!

i’m probably gonna alternate posting the halloween requests and my other ones. i was blocked like, the whole of september so that sucked.

ANYWAY! i have a soft spot for these two dorks so i immediately jumped at the chance to write this one hahaha. it’s easier doing these with headcanons, so i went with that.

hope you guys like it!

if you like what i do and want to show your support, consider supporting me on ko-fi!

– admin may

FUTAKUCHI KEIJI

               TRYING TO GET
THEIR CRUSH’S ATTENTION

  • If his crush is in some way affiliated with the
    volleyball club, he’d ask her to do ridiculous stuff in the name of “school
    spirit” or “for the promotion of the volleyball club, Y/N, come on,” so it’s
    mostly teasing you.
  • If his crush is just a classmate or a school
    mate, he’d actually do the same, but more timid.
  • Futakuchi feels like the type of guy who asks
    his crush’s friends for what she’s into and what she’s not, or like, ask for
    their class schedule and “casually” bumps into the at lunch time and be like,
    “oh hey, so you have your lunch here too that’s weird what a coincidence!!!”
  • He’s especially flashy during matches where he
    knows his crush is attending, like jumping extra high during the three-man
    blocks (and thanking the coach for those jumping exercises he made all of them
    do)

               REACTIONS TO
FINDING OUT THEIR CRUSH FEELS THE SAME

  • Internally, he’s like, exploding. His brain just
    exploded because aRE YOU SERIOUS??? YOU LIKE HIM TOO??? WHAT ARE THE EFFING
    CHANCES and he half-believes that your friend was just joking when they told
    him
  • And after that he just goes full-on teasing you,
    like seriously asking you on a date that one time and then he ended up
    chickening out before you answered and told you it was a joke
  • Bruh, he was miserable after that and kept
    hitting himself with a volleyball on the head for being an idiot
  • You were actually the one to confess because you
    were getting tired of Futakuchi inviting you out on dates and chickening out
    because he was scared you might decline
  • Needless to say, Futakuchi turned red as a
    tomato after you left

TSUTOMU GOSHIKI

               TRYING TO GET
THEIR CRUSH’S ATTENTION

  • Him trying to get your attention is almost like
    him trying to get Ushijima’s attention tbh
  • But like. In a more excited and overt way
  • He would boldly come up to you, intending to
    talk to you, but as soon as he’s standing in front of you he ends up
    stuttering, and he’s so adorable???
  • There would be some talking, but he’s so stiff
    and you feel kind of sorry for intimidating him, but at the same time you’re
    wondering why???
  • If you’re affiliated with the club (like a
    manager or for documentation or something) he would give it all of his all, if
    you get what I mean, because he really wants to show off
  • Sometimes he ends up being told off by
    Washijo-sensei, though
  • After games he would sometimes come up to you
    and be all like, “Did you see that super straight I did??!??!?!! THAT WAS MY
    BEST ONE YET!!!!!” and you find it so endearing because you know he’s doing his
    very best in every game

               REACTIONS TO
FINDING OUT THEIR CRUSH FEELS THE SAME

  • His face would turn red, I mean, really red when he first finds out.
  • Spends a few days wondering if it was a joke and
    often gets hit in the face with a ball because of it
  • Even went to Ushijima for advice—and he felt so
    uncomfortable through the whole exchange because Tendou was just sneering in
    the corner—but Ushijima was just like, “Conviction is important in becoming an
    ace. If you don’t have that in everyday life, then how can you hope to inspire
    such in your team?”
  • Amazingly, Goshiki took his advice and finally
    asked you out
  • He was stuttering like crazy and his face was so
    warm you thought he had a fever, but you accepted, thank god
  • And when you did he stood comically still like a
    statue for a minute, trying to process what you said, and when he finally
    registered it, he almost fainted with relief

Precious beans!!! These are so cute, I love Ushijima’s advice, very apt!

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

imagine-that-haikyuu:

happy halloween, everyone!

i LOVE corn mazes and i LOVE ukai. jade, girl, you are speaking my language. this is the last of my requests for the halloween event. thanks to everyone who submitted requests for the occasion!

if you like what i do and want to show your support, consider supporting me on ko-fi! money is tight right now, and i could use the help!

– admin rachel lauren

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

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

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

“Those idiots,” Ukai grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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Awwwwww!!!!! I love it!! I’m so glad you liked my choice of character and situation and I LOVE your interpretation of it!!

Twenty Question [Kasamatsu Yukio]

imagine-knb:

Originally posted on my personal writing blog (along with another various accounts I have elsewhere). This is an extra chapter I couldn’t quite fit into a series I once wrote for Kasamatsu! I hope you enjoy! (I’m contemplating posting the other chapters to the Kasamatsu fic I wrote; let me know if you guys like this idea)
-Neon

There’s a tense
moment of silence as ____ glances back and forth between her companion
and the direction their waitress had just left in. With their orders
already taken, an opportunity for conversation should have been
initiated, but neither teen was seizing the chance. In a nervous habit,
she starts nibbling on her bottom lip, wracking her brain for any topic
that would be of interest.

“So,” she starts eventually, noticing how the boy across from her flinches ever so slightly. “Basketball?”

In
her mind, ____ is chastising herself for the lame start of a
conversation. Of course her date would want to talk about basketball—he
was Kasamatsu Yukio, after all—but she didn’t know the first thing about
the sport save for the few things her friends back at Seirin had told
her. Needless to say, she’d already dived headfirst into a topic she had
no experience in.

“Y-Yeah,” Kasamatsu answers back.

He’s
cursing at himself inwardly for the short response, unable to find the
words to express himself. Even if he could, he doesn’t really know what ____ means. Did she want to know why he played basketball? Or maybe
she wanted to talk about his last game? It was possible she was leaving
it open for his interpretation so he could take the conversation in
whatever direction he chose, but that plan would only work if he could
get the jumbled vocabulary in his mind to make coherent phrases longer
than a syllable. This date was a bad idea.

When Kasamatsu fails to
elaborate further on his answer another silence starts to linger in the
air. ____ finds herself glancing around the cafe, looking for another
source of inspiration for their conversation. When none presents
itself, she goes back to the previous topic, albeit hesitantly.

“I
don’t know much about it myself. Maybe you could teach me a few
things?” She leaves the question hanging in the air, hoping her voice
didn’t sound overly hopeful.

There’s another beat before Kasamatsu answers with a quick, “S-Sure.”

____ feels her heart sink when, once again, Kasamatsu ends his answer short.
She hadn’t expected him to be so closed off and, for a brief second,
she wonders if it’s something about her that’s putting him off.

“I’m
sorry this is really awkward,” she apologizes suddenly, catching
Kasamatsu slightly off guard. ____ couldn’t remember the last time a
first date had gone this badly; maybe it was a bad omen? “If you want,
we can call this date off. I wouldn’t mind—”

“N-No!”

The
quick outburst startles ____ and she reels back in her seat for a
second, staring at Kasamatsu with wide, curious eyes. Despite the fact
that he’s turning his head in every direction other than hers, she can
still see the red flush that’s begun to creep its way onto his face. It
tints his ears ever so slightly before he finally opens his mouth to
speak once more.

“Stay,” he murmurs, proud of himself for not
stuttering for once. “I…” Once again and far too soon, he’s at a loss
for words. Just how hard could it be to explain that he really wanted
this date to work out? “I want to know… you?”

Even though he’s
ended it like a question, the fact that he’d said something more than
one word at a time has brought an accomplished smile to ____’s face.
Still, she knows it must have taken a lot of courage for him to do so
and it’s more than likely that he’ll return to his one syllable answers
once again. It takes her a moment, but a plan comes to her mind that may
take use of his short replies. This date might just be a good idea
after all.

“I want to get to know you too,” she confesses. The
words cause a tinge of pink to dash onto her cheeks and she tries to
shake it off before continuing. “Why don’t we play twenty questions?”

“H-Huh?”

There’s confusion laced in Kasamatsu’s voice, something ____ was betting would happen.

“We’ll
ask each other a series of yes or no questions,” she elaborates, making
a two with one hand and a zero with the other. “Things like ‘do you
like the school you’re in’ or ‘do you like eating seafood’ and stuff,
okay?” When Kasamatsu hesitantly nods, ____ smiles. “Great. Uh, I’ll
start.”

She takes her time to think of a good first question, her
thinking process showing on her face as she glances around the room.
Every so often, ____ would lock eyes with Kasamatsu, though he never
held the gaze for long. Finally, after a dragged out minute, ____
snaps her fingers together in a gesture that says she’s finally thought
of one.

“Do you play any instruments?”

The questions was simple enough and Kasamatsu easily finds himself nodding as he mutters out a quick, “Yeah.”

And
for a second, ____ forgets the rules to the game. “That’s so cool!
What kind of instrument do you play? Do you know how to play any modern
songs, or just classical stuff? Can you play something for me one day?
I’d really like to hear it. Oh, have you ever—”

There’s a certain
panic in Kasamatsu’s eyes as the onslaught of questions assault him.
Noticing the overwhelmed expression, ____ brings her inquiries to a
screeching halt. She smiles sheepishly at him as a form of apology
before gesturing for him to take his turn. Unfortunately, it only lands
the two of them right back at square one.

“D-Do… Do you, uh…”

____ doesn’t even bother to count the minutes it takes for Kasamatsu to finally finish his question.

{EXTRA}

“Okay,” ____ says, her voice holding a tone of finality. “This is the twentieth question I have for you.”

She
pauses for dramatic effect, making Kasamatsu feel rather nervous. What
if she asked something that would inevitably embarrass him? He didn’t
want to have to lie.

“Will you,” she starts off slowly. “Teach me how to shoot a basket?”

His answer his immediate. “Yes.”

Super cute awkward Kasamatsu!

Heyhey! (^-^)/ My last days were really terrible (T,T), so, can I have some “cute” little scenario, where Ushijima, Aone (my two big fluffy bears), Asahi and Kuroo just changin’ their clothes, and their teammates see the scratches on the boys’ back? (From their gf, of course. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) Their reactions?

hq-cuties-pls:

This request was super fun to write, and honestly a great study in team dynamics! Apologies if I (Admin Alyx) ruined Dateko, because I don’t write them very much!

-Admins Alyx and Emma

Ushijima:

“Jesus, Wakatoshi, what happened to you?”

Ushijima raised his eyebrows askance at Tendou, crumpling his practice shirt in his hands; “Nothing. It was a good practice and I am in good health.”

“No, you doof, your back!” Tendou exclaimed. “You look like you got in a fight with a drunken tiger and lost!”

“Yikes,” Yamagata hissed, wincing visibly when he caught a glance. “Looks like it hurt.”

Ushijima looked over his shoulder, catching the reflection of his back in the mirror. It was a nightmare–long, red scratches ran from the tops of his shoulders all the way to the taper of his waist, interspersed with the occasional bite mark. He felt the tops of his cheeks warm a bit at the memory of the previous night–the way you clung to him, the way you writhed under him, the delicious point of pain when you ran your nails down his back…

“Ah,” he grunted. “____ should probably trim her nails next time.”

“Next time?” Tendou tilted his head before narrowing his eyes in that weird, almost cat-like smirk of his. “Wakatoshi-kun, are you and ____… having some fun?”

“Satori! That’s rude!” Reon chastised. “It’s none of our business.”

“It’s a friendly question,” Tendou protested.

“It’s rude,” Semi said flatly, slipping into his post-practice shirt. “So long as you’re being safe, Wakatoshi. Are you?”

“Of course,” Ushijima responded.

“Ha! So you admit it!” Tendou exclaimed, thrusting his finger out in an exaggeratedly accusatory gesture.

Ushijima blinked a few times, quirking one of his eyebrows; “Admit… that ____ and I are having sex? I suppose so, but I figured the scratches spoke for themselves.”

Aone:

A loud wolf whistle echoed through the locker room.

The cause was obvious–Aone’s broad, pale back was absolutely covered in scratch marks, bright red standing out starkly against his skin.

“Man, get it, Aone!” Futakuchi said.

Kamasaki, who had joined them for practice that day, took a swing at Futakuchi, who ducked quickly.

“Not in front of the first years, you asshole! But… nice, Aone!” Kamasaki said, giving a thumbs up. Futakuchi cackled, clapping Aone on the back.

Aone, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, simply gave a knowing smile as he pulled his shirt on over his head.

“Doesn’t that hurt, Aone-san?” Koganegawa asked, prompting Futakuchi to dissolve into raucous laughter again.

“Yes, but–”

“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT NOT IN FRONT OF THE FIRST YEARS!” Kamasaki shouted. “Aone! I trusted you!”

“It’s always the quiet ones, my man,” Futakuchi said.

Asahi:

“Yeah, get it, Asahi-san!”

Asahi froze when he heard Nishinoya shouting at him. He’d sort of… forgotten the number you’d done on his back the last time you were together. At the time, he’d loved it. At the time, it’d been a sign of your pleasure, and he’d loved rolling into your soft body like that while you dug into his shoulders and back, biting down on the muscle between his neck and shoulders. Unfortunately, there had been some very visible consequences. They hadn’t been such an issue until he forgot he had to get undressed in front of other people.

“You’re so crude, Noya,” Daichi chastised.

“You’d have said the same thing, Daichi, and you know it,” Suga teased. “Although… yeesh, it looks painful.”

“Bet it was worth it, eh, Asahi-san?” Noya pressed, nudging Asahi in the ribs. Asahi buried his face in his t-shirt, trying to suppress the groan he desperately wanted to let out. Of course this was how today was going to go. Because this was his life.

“What was worth it?” Kageyama asked, emerging from wherever he’d been hiding. Judging by the utterly blank expression on his face, he had no clue what anyone was talking about.

“Please, can I tell him?” Tsukishima asked with a laugh. “Please? You won’t have to get me Christmas presents for the rest of my life.”

“You’re all terrible influences, you know that?” Asahi exclaimed, yanking on his practice shirt with an indignant huff, although he did hiss when the fabric scraped over the scratches.

“You started this,” Daichi countered with a smirk. “Coming in here with your hickies and your sex-scratches… living up to your delinquent reputation, hm?”

Asahi quirked his eyebrows; “Only with ____, and only when she asks nicely.”

He was mortified, but seeing Daichi utterly lose any semblance of composure was totally worth it.

Kuroo:

“I didn’t need to see that,” Kenma said flatly, looking up from his DS with his nose scrunched in distaste.

“See what?” Kuroo asked, though the way he immediately spun around to hide his thoroughly ravaged back from view implied he wasn’t completely clueless.

“Your back is covered in scratches, Captain!” Fukunaga said straight-faced, one index finger raised. His wide eyes created the guise of innocence, but the way the corners of his mouth turned up said otherwise.

Kuroo’s face flushed bright red like someone had cranked up a dial. “Wha–I, uh, that’s weird, I have no idea–”

“Mmrrrooooooowww,” Fukunaga interrupted in an uncanny imitation of a cat, lifting both his hands to mime scratching something.

The room erupted in roars of laughter. Yamamoto appeared to be crying from laughing so hard, while Yaku was snickering into his hand.

“Ooohhh, did your cat scratch you? Make sure you disinfect that!” Lev said.

The laughter only got worse after that, while Lev looked utterly confused. Kuroo yanked his shirt on to hide the incriminating evidence.

“You’re all terrible,” Kuroo said.

“You fit right in, then,” said Kenma. “Seriously, I did not need that image in my head, Kuro.”

“It’s not my fault, _____ just–”

“Nope! Not listening!”

Kenma quickly plugged his earbuds in, effectively checking out of the conversation.

“Okay but I was serious, though,” Lev said, remaining blissfully oblivious, “I had a cat scratch get super infected once! You should put some ointment on it, Captain!”

Kuroo turned around and slammed his head against the locker while Kai put a hand on Lev’s shoulder and said something to him in low tones. Lev’s eyebrows slowly lifted closer and closer to his hairline.

“Oooooohh!”

I am smiling SO WIDE right now! Asahi’s is my favorite!!

Can I have drabbles/scenarios of the GOM playing with their daughter please? It could be a range between playing house, tea party, or fairytale story where their daughter’s the princess and the GoM member is the prince saving her from dragons. I thought it’d be really cute :3 Thanks (*^ -^*)

bokunobaesket:

OF COURSEE!

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Akashi:

Because he had far from a perfect childhood he tries very hard to keep a balance between work and bonding time, so when his daughter asked him to repeat Alice in the Wonderland for the third time, he sighed but relented to her command.

By the time he got to the final chapter, she yawned.

“Are you tired?” Akashi asked, setting the book aside. His daughter shuffled in the blanket and looked up at him with big eyes. He didn’t need anything else to know that the answer was no.

“I want to draw the Cheshire cat, father.” She said before excitedly jumping off the bed.

“Okay.” Akashi glanced at the clock. It was still early but he knew young children must have their rest. “Not with paint, though. It would take a while to clean up.”

“Deal.” His daughter eagerly grabbed the water colours from the table before sprawling herself on the floor. Akashi made his way towards her, his eyes shifting around the room.

The walls were lined with pictures and artwork – he wanted a reminder of every memory, every significant moment. Because he wanted his daughter to have what he never did. Love, affection, appreciation.

Akashi watched ink spill onto paper as they both individually worked on their art piece. He finished his in a short while.

“How is your art going, darling?” He asked, but earned no reply.

Confused, he tore his eyes away from his project only to see his daughter’s head on her arm and the steady rise and fall of her body.

He smiled to himself before picking her up and tucking her back in the bed.

“Goodnight, my angel. Sleep well.”

It was back to work for him now.

Akashi switched the lights off before exiting the room. Ever since he met you, everyday had felt like a blessing. Especially now that they had a daughter who he promised to give everything to.

He had everything he could have hoped for.

A family.

And he could not be happier.

Aomine:

Aomine looked down at his robes made out of old curtain and how it wrapped loosely around his pyjamas. It smelt a little odd but he had worn it for long enough for his nose to get used to the smell. Then he looked at the wooden horse next to him, rocking gently. He never fully sat on it, afraid that it was going to break from his weight.

Then finally at the little girl in front of him, with radiant eyes that sparkled as she jumped from one couch to another.

“Wait I forgot!” She stopped in her tracks and skipped towards him.

The young girl placed a paper tiara on top of her father’s head. Aomine positioned it so that it circled his head comfortably, but no matter how much he shifted it, it was made way too small for his liking.

“Now you’re a real prince!” She clapped her hands and giggled, taking her place at the top of the couch again. Then she slipped.

“I’m falling!”

Aomine’s hands were still on his paper crown, adjusting and shifting when his little girl face planted onto the floor. He choked.

“Gaaah!” He rushed over to her, picking her up.

“I’m okay!” She held her thumbs up and grinned. He let out a sigh of relief.

He wouldn’t know what to do if his daughter was seriously hurt. And he wouldn’t know how to deal with your fury.

“Again.” She declared, taking her place.

He was ready this time. He watched as she purposefully twisted her foot so that she’d fall.

Now!

“I’m falling into the- the…” She trailed off and tapped her chin as she struggled to remember the right word.

“The…” Aomine’s eyes darted around, scanning for words in his head, “The lava!”

“Yeah, the lava!”

He watched as his little girl flailed her arms around. Her eyes grew wide as she pointed at a still bolster.

“No! Watch out for the dragon, Prince Charming!”

Aomine had a bit of trouble visualizing the pale white bolster as a fire breathing dragon but he went along with it, grunting as he lurched forward, tackling his daughter onto the couch.

“Watch me slay the dragon, Princess of the… Uh… The East!” Aomine found himself shouting, grabbing a pen and stabbing the bolster repeatedly. It folded before falling off the chair it was placed on.

“Hooray!” His daughter exclaimed excitedly, jumping onto her father’s back. She too, was filled with energy and adrenaline – just like he was when he was a child. He could never just stay still.

“Hooray.” He echoed with a smile. She was his pride and joy. At first he was hesitant, but once he saw how her eyes were an eerie but beautiful reminder of yours and her hair a perfect imitation of his, there was nothing he was more sure about.

Kise:

He loved being the stay home dad because of his modelling career. Because that meant he had time to spend with his daughter. The centre of his world.

“Can I look now?” Kise opened one eye, only to earn a hard but playful slap on his head.

“No!” His daughter shrieked.

“Ow!” He complained, reaching out to rub his head only to feel her slap his hand away.

She reminded him of you, even at this young age. The adoring smile that made him so happy but also how it would disappear when things don’t go as planned.

“You’re taking longer than usual, you know.” He huffed, forcing his eyes back shut. His daughter had been playing with his hair for who knows how long – something she very much enjoyed doing.

“I’m trying something new, dad.” She said. He couldn’t see her but her voice was full of concentration.

Kise sighed, “You expect me to do the same to your hair after this?”

“Yeah, of course.” His daughter was grinning. She knew of his Generation of Miracles stories and his ‘super power’ that he was so proud of.

Then, she spun his hair around so that he was facing the mirror. He took this as a cue to open his eyes.

“This is what’s called the diamond weave.”

It never failed to amaze him how she could do such a thing with his medium length hair.

“It’s so pretty, ____-cchiii!~ I’m so proud of you!” He gushed, engulfing his daughter in a hug.

“Now you do mine dad!” She had a wide grin as she sat cross legged on the floor. “I expect it to be a bazillion times better!”

“You set way too high expectations, ____-cchi.” Kise studied his own hair in the mirror, every curve and every twist. He never wanted to disappoint his daughter.

“I only set high expectations because I believe in you.” She replied and Kise chuckled because that was something you always said to him.

“Well I’ll exceed those expectations. Every time.” He promised before starting to work on her hair.

Midorima:

“Marry me?” Midorima’s 7-year-old daughter said in a deep voice as she held a Ken doll in one hand, and a Barbie doll in another.

“Of course!” She said in a higher pitch, rocking the Barbie doll side-to-side.

Midorima watched with his eyebrows scrunched together, a confused look written all over his face.

“Now, dad!” His daughter whispered, and he snapped out of it. He picked up a toy bell the size of two fingers and sounded it. His daughter gave him a long hard look before groaning.

“Daaad! This is where you say the husband and wife part.”

“Right. Sorry, I was a little distracted.” He apologized before proceeding with the ceremony.

He cleared his throat, “Barbie, do you take Ken as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do!”

“Ken, do you take Barbie as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do!”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Midorima finished, but his daughter was frowning.

He immediately wondered if he did something wrong.

“I don’t want to make them kiss, it’s… yucky.” She shuddered, earning a laugh from her father. He remembered what he thought of marriage and affection when he was her age.

Unnecessary.

“What do boys and girls do after marriage, dad?”

Midorima paled. You should be the one to have the birds-and-bees talk with her. Not. Him.

Mostly because he would fumble with his words a lot and would not know how to explain everything in proper terms without sounding like an awkward mess.

And the fact that his daughter just turned 7.

“Well t-they live together, li-like your mother and I.” He stated simply, adjusting his glasses frame. He cleared his throat again.

“And…” She urged.

He gulped, before standing up hurriedly. He knew you would do a much better job in his current position.

“Well, I suppose we have to find your mother now.”

Murasakibara:

The house always smelt of cinnamon, vanilla and sugar due to Murasakibara’s love for pastries and food. One day he decided that store bought snacks weren’t cutting it anymore.

He was more than ecstatic when his daughter started to show the same passion as him. His eyes gleamed when she told him she wanted to be a pastry chef as well.

“It’s tea time!” He heard a cheery call from the other room. He headed over, carrying the sweets he had made all morning.

Sometimes they would make cream puffs and tarts together before setting them on an elegant silver afternoon tea table. Then they would both take their places facing each other, surrounded by a stuffed brown bear which she called Almond, a broccoli which she called Broccoli and last but not least, a furry unidentifiable toy named Snowball.

But today she had slept in, and it was up to him to work on the treats.

“Would you like some tea, Papa?” The little girl questioned. She had a tiara on her head and a tutu skirt.

“Ah? Yes, I do. And some scones, thanks, ____.” Murasakibara said.

She placed a scone on her dad’s plate, and then on her own. She took a bite and made a sour face.

Murasakibara’s eyes grew wide at the reaction.

“Weak vanilla flavour, I don’t like this brand of milk and you need more sugar, dad.” Her eyes were closed as she swirled the food around in her mouth.

Now normally, if anyone said that to him, his response would be

“I’ll crush you.”

But since it was his daughter, his eye only slightly twitched before he pushed himself off the chair.

“Are you challenging me to another cooking competition?” He questioned. He was sure he put exact ingredient servings.

“Bring it on!” His daughter declared, getting up on her feet too. “Race you to the kitchen!”

She made a quick dash before Murasakibara could reply. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. She was a lot to handle, especially for a lazy bum like him. But he wasn’t at all troubled, not even one bit.

He tied his hair up into a ponytail, which reflected that he was getting serious before following his daughter into the kitchen. He saw how she had already gathered her ingredients into a small circle on the counter. The ingredients she had assembled told him that there would be a lot of cleaning up after this.

“Get ready to lose again, dad!” She exclaimed.

“Me? Lose?” He pointed to himself, “We’ll see.”

The score was 3-2, not in his favour.

They both didn’t like losing.

Like father, like daughter.

Kuroko:

“Number two, go, go, go!” The young girl squealed, flapping her hand everywhere to get the fur ball to move.

Kuroko’s ears perked up at the sound of his daughter’s voice echoing throughout the hallway. His lips tugged into a small smile.

Number two spotted him and wagged its tail, barking cheerily as it ran towards him. Kuroko placed his pointer on his lips, and the dog quieted down.

“Where could ____ be, Number two?” He wondered out loud.

A stifled giggle followed.

He wasn’t sure why the young girl liked this game so much. She could never stay hidden for more than 30 seconds, but sometimes he would drag the game out longer for her entertainment.

He tiptoed towards her hiding place and thought he saw something flash to his side. He took a momentary glance but saw nothing. Kuroko took a rapid final step, “Got you!”

And how confused he was when there was no one behind that corner.

“Got you.” Kuroko jumped at the voice behind him.

“I … didn’t see you there.” He stated.

“I know. I read your books.” The little girl had a smile as she held up books on magic tricks and lines of vision.

In that moment Kuroko felt nothing but pride and happiness. He had never, ever been startled by anyone – especially because he would always notice them before they noticed him.

“You didn’t get to catch me this time. Are you proud?” She was smiling from ear to ear.

Number two chimed in with a bark and a tail wag. She picked him up.

Kuroko patted his daughter’s hair, “Yes. I am. Very, very proud, in fact.”

Cute fluffy GOM!!

How about a pumpkin patch date imagine with Ennoshita or Asahi, whoever the inspiration comes for? ❤️❤️❤️

imagine-that-haikyuu:

why not both, since i love them both dearly! (and we never get anything for ennoshita, i’m so happy to write for him!)

anyway, how about those strong boys? like, ennoshita’s first name literally means “power” and he can literally carry noya and tanaka by their shirt collars at the same time. i don’t think we give him enough credit at all

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Ennoshita

“How about…this one?!”

You grunt, lifting the pumpkin by its bottom to show off to Ennoshita. It’s strange; you swore it looked much lighter than it was. That or you weren’t as strong as you thought you were. Either way, Ennoshita takes it out of your hands with more grace, earning a sigh of relief from you.

He should have no problem carrying it under one arm, while holding your hand with his free hand while the two of you walk back to the pay station.

“It’s kind of small,” he says. “It might be harder to carve a good picture into it. We could probably get a bigger one.”

Part of you wishes he was only teasing, but his expression is too genuine for that to be true. He’s probably right, though. Since you want to carve a more intricate face into your jack o’lantern, a bigger pumpkin might be for the best. But you there’s no way you’ll be able to pick up anything heavier than the one you just handed over to him.

“Okay, but you’ll have to carry it,” you sigh. “With two hands.”

Ennoshita cocks an eyebrow at your remark. At this point, he can read you well; he knows you’re not sighing because you can’t carry it on your own. “What?”

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So cute!!!!!

some Tendou nobody asked for

nishinoyyaa:

I wrote this as a warm up, and I kind of like it, here you go.

Written with the sentence prompt; “Bite me.”  “If you insists.”

The glow from the tv is the only light in the cozy
room.  Outside, chilly air blows and the
moon hangs high in the sky.  But, inside,
Satori holds his girlfriend close.  He
invited her over to spend the night with him in his dorm, to binge all their
favorite horror movies.  They’re three
movies deep, and the clock is nearing 2:30 AM.
The couple relaxes on his futon, a puffy blanket draped over their
laps.  His arm around her waist, she sits
close to him, resting against his side.

           “Why
are we watching this one?”  Satori asks
her, yawning.

           “Because
it’s my favorite.”  She answers plainly.

           “This is your favorite?  It’s lame.”
He responds, giving her a snarky side eye.

           She
looks away from him.  “Bite me.”  She mumbles sarcastically.

           Seeing
his opportunity, he leans towards her ear, a chuckle rumbling in his chest.  His lips brush against the shell of her ear
when he says, “If you insist…”  Her eyes
widen at his words.  Her mind swirls to
try to formulate a flirty reply, but Satori has taken her earlobe between his
teeth.  She takes in a breath when she
feels his hot breath fan across her cheek.
She prays he doesn’t see the blush that ignites her cheeks, or feel the
heat that rushes to her face.

           “Are
you blushing, hm?”  He asks, his voice
smooth.

           “Wha-no!”  Is her panicked response.

           Satori’s
hands firmly grip her hips, the sudden touch making her gasp.  He pulls her onto his lap, and although she’s
on top of him, he still towers over her small body.  “Don’t lie.”
He laughs.  Thin fingers press
into the back of her neck, urging her towards him, and she does not resist.  The playful glint in his eyes darken.  Satori’s lips are back on her ear.  “Are you blushing?”  He asks again.  His voice light and mischievous, but the
tightening grip on her neck tells her again; ‘Don’t lie.’  He drags his
lips up her neck, stopping to nip below her earlobe.

           “Yes.”  She murmurs, her blush deepening.

           “I
know.”

This is a great short piece!