ASK: Can i request 78. “Excuse me, do you need help getting that?” With Kuroo or Tsukki (you can pick!) with a tiny spitfire fem. s/o who’s determined to get things from tall places by herself? And he constantly finds her climbing things to reach stuff and he’s determined she’s trying to get hurt or something lol. Oh! And could you maybe end it all cute with like 94. “Stop putting the mugs on the top shelf.” As like a sassy comment back to said boy? Hope this makes sense! TYSM ❤️Happy March Madness!!
A muffled curse and the sound of banging brought Kuroo around the corner towards the kitchen. He stopped at the threshold, lips curling into his signature grin as he watched his petite girlfriend clamoring up the counter, short arm reaching and tiny fingers stretched taut in an attempt to gather something from the top shelf.
Sauntering up behind her, he cooed, “Excuse me, miss? Do you need help getting that?”
She huffed, “I can do it myself, thank you,” not bothering to turn around. Her finger grazed the edge of the coveted item – a mug he could see now – resulting in its being pushed farther from the edge. With a sigh, she worked her feet under her legs forgetting her sock clad feet. Putting pressure into rising, her foot slipped against the slick granite.
“Oh shi-” she cried but Kuroo’s arms wrapped around her waist holding her steady.
“Stop before you kill yourself,” he chastised, heart beating faster than he would admit at just the thought of what could have happened had he not been there. “I swear, it’s like you look for trouble,” he teased, simultaneously setting her to the floor as he grasped the mug handle.
“I wouldn’t if you’d stop putting the mugs on the top shelf!” she snapped, reaching for the cup but he held it aloft, smirk returning to his face.
“Gotta tip your waiter,” he grinned, leaning down and tapping his cheek with the index finger of his other hand.
Instead she tickled his sides resulting in him dropping the mug but she was ready, easily catching it before turning to the coffee maker.
“So rude,” he complained, procuring his own mug from the same high shelf but he couldn’t help grinning when she sighed as she enjoyed the fruits of his “labor”.
(Hi! You suggested making a fluff version of fairy-tail-babes’ NSFW headcanon game, so I thought I might as well make some contribution to the fandom by trying it out!)
Appearance (their style and grooming habits) Breakfast (What do they love to have for breakfast?) Cuddle (Are they cuddly people? How do they like to hug/ be hugged?) Dream (What are their goals in life?) Ecstatic (name one thing that always gets them excited) Family (anything involving family, or if they seem like the type not to be that close to their family, their friends) Games (sports, boardgames, video games) Hobbies (things that they like to do or collect) Ice cream (What’s their favorite flavor/ dessert–if they seem like the type to not like ice cream?) Jokes (their sense of humor and how they cheer other people up) Kid (anything about their childhood) Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?) Music (What’s their favorite music? And do they dance or sing along to it, if applicable?) Netflix (their favorite movies or shows) Omnomnom (you can tell I got desperate with this one–snack headcanons) Plants (Do they have/ want any plants?) Question (What are they curious about? This can be something obvious or something totally random) Rain (anything to do with rainy days) Sleep (things and routines they need for sleep) Timeout (resting habits that they take up after being stressed) Understand (some misconception that they want others to understand about them) Vacation (What do they do during holidays or summer?) Walk (places that they usually go to around their neighborhood) X (something that’s normally seen as fluffy that they don’t really like) Your choice!! Zoo (Do they have a favorite animal? Do they have/ want a pet?)
This seems like a fun headcanon meme to do, please only send in one character and a letter per ask! 💜
I just finished my ten Christmas scenarios and stumbled across this super cute list!
I still have the 400 follower special asks to write but these seem like a good way to keep simple content flowing on my blog.
Please send one character and one word for now.
Thanks!
Despite all I’m working on, I couldn’t resist these because they’re so dang cute!
ONE character and ONE letter only for now, thanks!
Sorry this took so long and thank you for your patience! TW: Teen pregnancy. Forgive me if this is too much of a troupe
but I couldn’t come up with something for so long and when this hit me I ran
with it. Also, since this also contains kissing tears away I ended it a bit
fluffy, hope you don’t mind.
“Sweetheart?”
The term of endearment falls from Akashi’s lips before he
can stop it, his eyes wide as he stares at you from behind. Slowly you turn to
face him, aware there’s no way you can get away quickly, and he inhales a sharp
breath when your protruding stomach comes into view.
“You…you’re…” the normally eloquent male is at a loss for
words.
You nod, tears already sliding down your face as you hang
your head in shame.
Akashi remains frozen, not sure what to feel as the shock
slowly wears down. Sadness? Anger? Betrayal? He sees you fidget, the urge to
run strong but you stay standing there, waiting for him to say something,
waiting for his judgement. When you finally manage to raise your head enough to
look him in the eye he knows what he feels; relief.
Relief that you’re still in Japan, relief that he has
another chance. But he’s still confused and hurt. Why did you leave him if you
were…
“Is it mine?” His voice comes out harsher than he meant,
evident by the flinch of your shoulders. The silence is suffocating but the
fractional nod of your head has him surging forward, arms wrapping around your
shoulders. You hesitate, then slowly return the embrace as much as you are able
given the swell of your belly.
In your ear, Akashi whispers, voice thick with emotion as he
works to keep his own tears at bay, “Were
you ever going to tell me?”
His question releases a flood gate and you’re sobbing,
shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Glancing around, he can see the two of you
are starting to draw too much attention and so Akashi rotates, keeping one arm
around your shoulders as he leads you outside. His car is waiting, the driver
visibly surprised by the situation in front of him but he snaps into action quickly, opening the door to allow his young master to usher you inside, away from
prying eyes.
As the door shuts you cry harder, able to let out all your
anguish in the safety of this space, in the comfort of Seijuro’s arms.
“Tell me everything,” he says softly.
In broken, heart wrenching sobs, you recount the day you
found out you were pregnant with his child. You’d been throwing up and thinking
you had some sort of virus your mother had taken you to the doctor. Akashi
recalls the day, having received a text message that you wouldn’t be at school.
Apparently, the doctor determined you weren’t sick but given
the violence of your retching ran further tests. When the results came back,
and because you’re a minor, she’d no choice but to tell your mother who
promptly lost her mind, screaming and crying at you for being so stupid.
It only got worse when you arrived home. Akashi almost
shudders; he knows your father well, his business being one that has been
connected to the Akashi family for years.
“Why didn’t you take care of it?!” he screamed at your
mother, “you were at the clinic, you could have eradicated this abomination
there!”
“They wouldn’t allow it without her consent and she won’t do
it,” she’d responded through tears.
“Idiot! I’ve managed to raise an idiot!” When he turned rage
filled eyes to you, you’d never been more scared of your father than that
moment. “I’m moving you to a new school, you’ll be staying with your aunt.
She’s of a similar disposition, an uncontrollable whore.”
Your recount of your father’s harsh words stirs fury in
Akashi’s chest but he remains silent, allowing you to explain how he determined
this was the best course of action to hopefully avoid further shame being
brought upon the family, shipping you to a woman you never met because she too
was cast out for her mistakes.
“And you will not
speak to Akashi ever again, whether this is his bastard or not. You’ve
disgraced one family, I will not allow you to do the same for another.”
Truthfully, you’ve always felt your father cared about
Akashi more than you, having wanted a son more than anything but was cursed
with a daughter. That was why, initially, you’d resisted Seijuro’s advances,
not wanting to bring him around more and be cast further and further into his
shadow. But he’d won you over, showing you how much worth you had in your own
right, despite what your father said.
When you finish, there are tears still streaking down your
face, your sniffles the only sound in the otherwise silent car save for the
dull murmur of passing traffic. Leaning forward, Seijuro plants a kiss against
one cheek then the other, moving slowly up your face to peck both of your
closed eyes. He ends by kissing your forehead, lips still touching your skin as
he says, “You should have come to me.”
“But Sei-kun, I couldn’t do that to you,” you protest, eyes
opening to meet his.
“Do what to me exactly? Bring me happy news? Let me take
care of the woman I love? The only thing you did, my love, was hurt me by
leaving without a word.” You close your eyes again, fresh tears pouring down
but this time he wipes them away while continuing to speak, “When I received that
message, with no context, no idea what was happening or why can you imagine the
pain I felt? Thinking this whole time, I’d done something but not knowing what
it was?”
He pulls you into a hug. “I went to your house, but they
wouldn’t let me in. Me! Do you know what that did to my pride? How devastated I
was to be turned away thinking it was you
who was doing it?”
You sob harder and Akashi hates that he’s the one hurting
you now but he needs you to know, he needs you to understand the hell he’s been
through these past six months.
Pulling back, he cups your face, thumbs trailing back and
forth under your eyes. “But now that I have the whole story, I understand, I
know your father and I can only imagine how terrifying that whole ordeal was.”
He kisses you gently. “I forgive you, I love you, sweetheart, and I don’t give
a crap about what your father says.”
“But what about yours? Won’t…won’t he be furious?”
Seijuro shrugs. “I’ve been the perfect son long enough, it’s
time he deals with reality and that not everything can be controlled.”
Your eyes widen; you’ve never heard him speak like this before.
He sighs reading the expression on your face clear. “My…our loss to Seirin taught me many things
about myself and the way I view the world. It was a frightening time but I’m
moving forward. Please,” he presses his lips to yours again and you melt into
him, folding your body into his warmth, “please let me take care of you. Come
back home with me, live with me. Your father cast you out, let me take you in.”
“But…your reputation,” you whisper.
“I would rather be known as a man who owns up to his
mistakes than one who runs from them. Besides, I don’t consider this,” he
touches your belly, “a mistake. Unplanned? Not ideal? Sure, but this new life…I
have a chance to start fresh and I want to with you.”
You stare in his eyes, completely overcome with emotion
before flinging your arms around his neck. “I love you, Seijuro.”
“I love you too,” he responds kissing your temple.
The sun is shining brightly, reflecting off the pond as you
and Ryouta make your way around it on your bikes. It’s the most perfect spring
day and you’re so thankful your boyfriend has the day off from basketball and
modeling to spend some time with you.
A cry of gleeful surprise draws your attention to the blonde
as he stops, pointing across the lake. Halting your bike, you straddle it and
follow the line of his finger where you see a group of kids on BMX bikes doing
various tricks, jumping over benches and generally causing a commotion.
When Kise turns back to look at you, the expression on his
face has you groaning; you know that look.
“Ryouta-kun, no,” you say.
“What ____-cchi? You know I can copy anything!” he pouts.
“That may be true for sports, sweetie, but that’s a bit more
complicated. Plus, you don’t even have the right-“he doesn’t wait for you to
finish your warning, taking off at full speed intent to copy what he sees them
doing.
Sighing, you take off after him, if for nothing else than to
be near at hand when he wrecks himself and needs to go to the hospital.
Ahead you can see him speeding forward, tires hitting their
mark and he launches. He releases the bike, kicking it to spin around but as
you predicted, because he’s on a normal bike, the body doesn’t rotate properly,
leaving him to either land hard on it wrong or abandon the contraption all
together.
He opts for the second scenario, releasing the bike with a
decidedly high-pitched scream that would have you laughing if you weren’t so
fearful for his wellbeing. He rolls as he lands, thankfully not hitting his
head or twisting anything as far as you can see.
His bike, however, is a bit worse for wear, slamming down
hard, the frame tweaking.
From his position on the ground, Ryouta groans but as you
reach him you’re thankful it’s more so in embarrassment than because he’s hurt.
You disembark from your bike, allowing it to fall to the ground as you kneel
beside him.
“Ryouta-kun, are you ok?” you ask and he removes the hand
covering his eyes.
Looking at your face he asks, “____-cchi, will you go with
me to get a new bike?”
You’re unsurprised when he buys a BMX, intent on redeeming
himself from his epic fail.
Don’t be sorry! I love getting requests and I’m beyond pleased to be able to write in such a way that touches your heart so much. I love you too and thank you for the cookie hearts! Thanks for requesting our dear sensei, he really doesn’t get enough love so I’m glad to provide it!
Ittetsu Takeda – Prompt #58 – “I’ve been in love with you my
entire life. Ever since the day I first met you.”
“Takeda-san? It’s so
nice to meet you, I’m ____ , ______.” He’d never met someone so immediately
friendly and welcoming.
“Takeda-san! Let’s
play house! You be the dad and I’ll be the mom!” Ittetsu blushed furiously but
couldn’t deny you anything so agreed to the embarrassing game despite the rest
of the neighborhood boys teasing him.
“Let’s sit next to
each other on the bus, Takeda-san. I always feel better when you’re close by.”
Words spoken so innocently yet they filled the bespectacled boy’s heart with
pride. Now if only he felt brave enough to tell you how he felt. But, he
reasoned, I have three years, surely before then…
“Can you believe it,
Takeda-san? I got into my dream school! I’m going to America!” Your news
shattered his heart that day but he smiled as brightly as possible, allowing
himself a little bit longer hug to “celebrate”. Now he couldn’t tell you how he felt.
Ittetsu’s hands shook
reading the invitation. A part of him he’d rather not focus on was glad he’d
have to decline; he just couldn’t afford the time or money to go to America for
your wedding. But he made sure to buy one of the more expensive items on your registry,
reasoning he was making up for all the birthdays and holidays he missed sending
you anything.
The day of your
wedding, Takeda-sensei is throwing himself more into work and trying to help at
practice with the boys more to distract himself. This was it, a lifetime’s
amount of love wasted because he was too chicken to ever tell you how he felt.
These memories come flooding back the moment Takeda lays
eyes on you. He’d no idea you’d returned to Japan, much less that you’d be working
at the same school as him. Stepping out of his haze, his hand reaches forward
of its own accord, his voice asking, “_____-san?” as he touches your shoulder.
Turning, your eyes go wide at the sight of your childhood
best friend. For a moment, you’re frozen but then forgetting where you are
spring into his arms, hugging him tightly. Your fellow teachers either scoff or
snicker at the very public display of affection between two people who they,
until a few seconds ago, presumed were strangers.
Stammering in shock and slight embarrassment, Takeda pulls
back to look at your face, forcing his hands to release your arms. “What are
you doing here?” he asks bewildered.
“I came back!” you say cheerfully, eyes shining.
There’s not really time to get the whole story, not when
both of you have classes to teach but Takeda gets enough of his wits about him
to acquire your phone number, promising to call at the end of the work day so
you can make plans to catch up.
The day seems to crawl from that point on but eventually its
duties are done and Takeda is nervously dialing your number.
“Hello?” your soft
voice says.
“Hello, _____-san, it’s
Takeda. I wanted to see if you’d still like to get together tonight?”
Your enthusiastic affirmative response makes him smile but
it drops away when you add, “I’m so
excited for you to meet Paul!” It takes him a second to realize you’re
talking about your husband. Feigning his own enthusiasm, Takeda suggests a
simple dinner at a small café in town. Agreeing you get the location from him
and ring off, saying you can’t wait to see him. Hanging up from the call, he
lets out a long sigh. What else did he expect? Of course you would bring your
husband!
Later that evening, Takeda arrives a little early, getting a
table for three near the back for privacy. Not too long after he’s situated you
arrive, pulling behind you a tall, imposing looking man. How in the world did
you end up with someone so…serious?
Standing, Takeda bows his greeting, then extends his hand. “Good
evening, you must be Paul, I’m Takeda Ittetsu, it’s very nice to finally meet
you,” he offers. Paul shakes his hand firmly, murmuring a similar sentiment but
the Japanese teacher can tell he’s just saying what’s expected of him. Which he
can’t exactly fault him for, since Takeda is doing the same thing.
As you settle into your seat, you and Takeda begin talking,
catching up on all the years of events and happenings since you last saw each
other. You’d tried to stay in contact after you left for America but both of
you had fallen short on your promise to stay best friends forever. However, as
he sits reminiscing with you and laughing, Takeda feels like no time has gone
by at all. Which is both great and awful, because he feels his long-buried
feelings for you bubbling to the surface.
Across the table, he can see out of the corner of his eye
Paul sitting back, arms crossed with a scowl on his face and wonders again how
someone as bright and loving as you could be tied to someone so obviously
negative.
To your credit, you’re trying to draw him into the
conversation but Paul isn’t making it easy, offering one word answers or grunts
in response to your questions or requests for opinions. Takeda works hard not
to frown at the man but it’s getting increasingly difficult. He keeps his focus
on you, your eyes, your face, the lovely lilt of your laughter, all of it
pushing his heart more into a blender.
Suddenly, in the middle of his story about Hinata and
Kageyama’s fight, Paul leans his forearm on the table, other arm wrapping
around your waist as he says bluntly, “You know, I finally figured you out. You’re
in love with my wife, aren’t you?”
It’s so unexpected that both you and Takeda sit staring with
wide eyes and slightly gapping mouths.
You’re the first to recover, smacking Paul’s arm, tone split
between incredulity and embarrassment, “What are you talking about Paul?
Takeda-san and I are just friends!” Your emphasis on the word “friends” causes
Ittetsu to flinch, an action not missed by the hyper aware husband.
“Ha, friends my ass, he wants you so much and you’re just
feeding him, the poor bastard,” he goes on.
Now your tone is angry as you reply, “Paul, stop it! This is
not the time or the place or the person to be jealous of!”
Your words make Takeda believe this isn’t the first time
Paul has accused someone of being interested in his wife but he oddly hopes it’s
the first time he’s been right.
You’re going on but Paul cuts you off, “Are you really so
stupid as to not see when someone wants you? Or do you just not care and like to
lead them on and piss me off by playing dumb?”
Clenching his firsts, Takeda stands up, slamming them on the
table. “That’s enough!” he says firmly, drawing your gaze away from your
husband to his face. Paul’s expression is smug satisfaction. Looking at you,
Takeda takes a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, _____-san, but I won’t say it’s not
true. I’ve been lying to you for so long but I won’t lie anymore. I’ve been in love with you my entire life.
Ever since the first day I met you.” He glances back at Paul, eyes
hardening, “You don’t deserve her and how she ended up with someone so arrogant
and selfish I’ll never know.”
Throwing down some money, he steps away from the table.
Bowing low to you he says, “My apologies, ______-san, but I’ll be going now. It
was lovely to see you again.”
Walking purposefully, other patrons’ eyes following him,
Takeda makes it outside before his entire body starts shaking. How could he do
that? It’s obvious Paul has jealousy issues and now any problems in your marriage
resulting from them are just going to get worse because the two of you work
together and-
“Takeda-san?”
Ittetsu whirls around at the sound of your voice, eyes
widening at your face drenched in tears. He doesn’t hesitate, surging forward
and gathering you in his arms. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers in your hair.
“Don’t be,” you hiccup, pulling back to look at him. “Things
have been going downhill with Paul for a while now. He…he cheated on me and
even though we’ve been going to counseling he keeps waiting for me to retaliate
by cheating on him. So any man who shows even the remotest interest in me,
whether I’m aware of it or not, he harps on. I had hoped coming to Japan would
help, you know, like a fresh start?”
You shake your head, more tears falling which Takeda thumbs
away. When had he moved his hands to your face? But you don’t seem to mind, leaning
into his touch. “Tonight was just the last straw. He…he’s going back to America
to file for the divorce.”
“Oh, ______-san, I’m so sorry,” Takeda says and he means it.
He may not like Paul but he can see this is hurting you badly.
“It…it wasn’t all bad, you know?” you choke out, fresh tears
pouring down. “We…we were really happy for a while. But I wasn’t enough…I tried
so hard…but I’m not enough.”
Takeda leans down, pressing his lips to your forehead before
murmuring against your skin, “You are more
than enough, you’re perfect.”
Sighing, you wrap your arms around his waist, face nuzzling
into his chest. Takeda almost stops breathing at the action but pulls you
closer. You stay like that for a few moments before drawing back, arms still
gripping one another’s.
“Takeda-san, I…I don’t know if…if you’re willing to wait
but-“
His finger covers your lips, eyes focused on yours. Smiling
he says, “I’ve already waited my whole life, a little bit longer is nothing.”
Hello sweetie and thank you for bringing Tatsuya to the party!
Tatsuya Himuro – Prompt #82 – “Looks like we’ll be stuck in here
for a while.”
Sitting in your class glancing out the window, you can see the
wind is picking up fiercely; this storm is going to be a monster. The sound of
the PA system crackling on makes you jump in your seat.
“Attention all students and faculty. Due to an expected increase in the
storm’s severity we are canceling classes for today. Please exit the building in
a calm manner. Classes are presumed to restart tomorrow barring any further interruption
from the weather. That is all.”
Choruses of celebration erupt around you as students begin
packing up their belongings. While glad to be able to go home, you’re a bit
nervous at traveling since the rain has already started falling heavily.
Shrugging on your rain coat you fall in line with the stream of students
exiting their classrooms, a cacophony of chatter going on around you.
Just as you are about to reach the front doors, you realize you
forgot your umbrella in the stand back in your classroom. Groaning and looking
at the stairs you can see trying to walk up against the flow of students will
be almost impossible. Quickly you shuffle over to the elevator and push the up button.
Just as you enter, you feel a presence follow you. Turning around you’re
startled to be standing next to Himuro Tatsuya. He gives you a soft smile but doesn’t
say anything.
Soon you reach the third floor, hurrying off to your classroom
to get your umbrella. Coveted item in hand, you turn back and go to the stairs,
pretty much everyone gone by now. But just as you reach the front doors, an
intense flash of lightning followed by roaring thunder makes you scream. Eyes
wide, you stare at the pandemonium outside; how did it get this bad so quickly?
The unpleasant realization that you’re most likely going to be
unable to leave at this point puts a rock in your stomach; not only do you have
to suffer through a terrifyingly large storm but you have to do it alone.
Or at least you thought so until Tatsuya’s voice makes you jump.
“Looks like we’ll be stuck in here for a
while.” You turn and look at him, surprised to see he’s smiling. Stepping
up to you, he extends his hand. “Shall we descend to the basement? I’m sure the
thunder won’t be as loud there.”
Gulping you take his offered appendage, feeling warmth surge
from the point of contact to your entire body. When another boom of thunder
propels you into his arms, Tatsuya can’t help but smile wider. He’s so glad he
decided to follow you. Perhaps confessing will be easier now that he gets to be
your knight in shining armor.
Ryouta Kise – Prompt #5 – “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
A violent sneeze erupts from your mouth in the handkerchief
clutched in your fingers. Wiping your nose, you sniff, asking the eternal
question of how so much junk can come out of it and yet you still can’t
breathe.
Groaning, you fall back down onto your bed, arm covering your
eyes. You hate being sick. Not that anyone really enjoys it you suppose but you
hate it more than most. A tickle in your throat sends you on a coughing spree,
body turning to the side as you fist your hand to your mouth.
You squint when a beam of light from the hallway falls over your
face, pulling the covers up to block it out.
“________-cchi?” Kise’s voice is soft, his overt
cheerfulness momentarily absent in his concern for you.
You grunt from under the covers, rolling to face away from him;
the last thing you need is for the gorgeous ace to see you like this. Traveling
with the team has been fun up until this point. Why had you not made sure to
wear a mask on the plane?
A dip in the bed lets you know he’s taken residence next to you
but you’re surprised at the gentle touch on your shoulder. Increasing the
pressure, Kise rolls you on your back, frowning at the misery he can see in
your eyes.
He stands abruptly, leaving the room and you’re confused; are you
that horrid looking? Probably. But before you can delve further into self-deprecation
he returns, a bottle and spoon in his hand.
Without a word, he comes to your bedside and tilts you up,
fluffing pillows behind your back. Once you’re settled he grabs what you suppose
is cold medicine, filling the spoon with it.
“Open up,” he orders gently.
“Kise,” you say, voice raw from coughing, “I can
do it.” You reach a hand for the spoon but he pulls it away.
You’re just about to argue when he says, “You always take
care of us, me especially. So, I’m going
to take care of you, okay?”
Even though he phrases it in the form of a question you know
there’s nothing you can say to deter him so with a relenting sigh, you drop
your hand and your jaw.
Your face wrinkles at the taste but ten minutes later you are
feeling slightly better, enough that you lay back down and are finally able to
get to sleep.
As he tucks you in more securely, Kise leans down to kiss the
top of your head, whispering into your hair, “I want to always take care
of you, ______-cchi.” He’ll confess to you when you’re feeling better.
I hope you enjoy this! It’s a bit of a troupe, I know but I was struggling with a good scenario so I hope you like it! Also, thank you for the well wishes of a nice day, I hope yours is and was good. 😀
Tooru Oikawa – Kissing Prompt #12 – Accidently being forced
inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before
they kiss someone pulls them back apart.
“Oh, _____-chan, yoohooo!” Oikawa calls your name. You
pretend not to hear him, intent on having a good time without interference from
him. What is he even doing here? He
hates these types of parties which is the only reason you agreed to come in the
first place; you were sure he’d never show up. How he can act so nonchalant
grates on your nerves.
The setter can see you’ve heard him, the wince of your
shoulders a dead giveaway which sends a tremor of sadness to his own heart. Apparently,
you’re serious about the whole “not talking to him ever again” thing. He
understands, mostly, but he’s determined to try again, determined to show you
he can be better.
Reaching you, he touches your shoulder. Turning you fix him
with an annoyed look. “What Oikawa?” you ask unkindly.
Keeping a faux smile on his face he asks gently, “Can I talk
to you for a minute?” When you don’t move away from your group he adds,
“Alone?”
“And if I say no?” you ask sipping your drink.
“Then I’ll just hang around you all night until you give
in,” he half jokes shrugging his shoulders.
You glare at him; he’s stubborn enough to do it too. You’re
sure if you really wanted to, you could get rid of him, but he’ll just try
again another time so it’s best to nip this in the bud now. Casting a look at
your friends, you huff dramatically and go up the stairs, Tooru
following in your wake.
Once you’re out of the main room, the noise dies down
considerably, once loud voices becoming a dull murmur mixed with the thumping
beat of whatever dance craze music is playing. Rounding another corner, you
stop next to a window, looking out of it.
Oikawa observes you, taking in your body language, the
expression on your face (at least what he can see of it) letting him know you
are in no way going to make this easy. Taking a deep breath, he says,
“______-chan, I never meant to hurt you. You should know me better than that.”
Unable to keep yourself from speaking, you whip around, eyes
blazing. “And you should know better than to continuously flirt with everything
that has an XX chromosome when you have, or rather had, a girlfriend! I mean, come on, Tooru!”
Seized with his own irritation, Oikawa loses his polite
façade, eyes narrowing and a slight scowl erupting over his face. “Well it
would have helped if you’d let me know how you were feeling instead of bottling
everything up and then just erupting one day in the middle of the quad! Do you
know how embarrassed I was? How much crap I took for that?”
“No less than you deserve,” you say heatedly, “and don’t act
like you didn’t know! How could you not see what that was doing to me?”
“Because I’m not a mind reader!” he shouts. “I can’t be
expected to pick up on every little nuance you throw out! If you were upset, you
should have told me!”
“I never should have been put into the position to need to tell you Tooru!”
Fed up with his arrogance and the loop de loop this
conversation is headed towards, you move to go around him but a misstep on the
carpet has you cannoning into him instead, the impact jolting both you from
your equilibrium. Reacting quickly, Tooru wraps his arm
around your waist, rotating on the ball of his foot to spin you back around. He
hits the wall harder than he meant to but it’s better him than you; plus,
counteracting gravity is no easy feat.
Pressed together, both of you look into each other’s eyes,
breaths mingling in panting exhales. Tooru’s eyes flick to
your lips, remaining there. You smell like cinnamon and he wants nothing more
than to kiss you senseless. You’re watching his lips too, unclear how you went
from raging mad to on the cusp of kissing your ex-boyfriend.
Tooru’s heart is racing. Maybe if he just
kisses you, he could remind you through actions how much he cares about you
since words obviously aren’t working.
He leans forward, lips about to brush against yours, when you’re
wrenched backwards out of his arms.
He looks up and sees your best friend glaring daggers at
him, her hand firmly clutching the back of your jacket. “I knew it was a bad
idea to let you go off alone together,” she says with irritation. Pulling you
along she continues, “Come on, we’re leaving. The company here is nauseating.”
Behind you, a frustrated sound between a whine and a groan
leaves Tooru’s lips; lips that still ache to taste yours. Because
for as much as you drive him crazy, you drive him wild too and he wants you
back. With a determined look, he rights himself. This isn’t over yet.
THANK YOU for your patience sweetie! Good gracious, I don’t know
why this took me so dang long to get going on but sheesh! I hope you like it, I
kept it light and fluffy and tried to add some humor.
Hajime Iwaizumi – Date Prompts #2 and #3 (combo) – Dinner and a
movie at home
“Pizza should be here in 15 minutes,” Hajime calls from the
kitchen as he gathers up various other snacks for the two of you to enjoy. This
is his favorite type of date; easy and at
home. He spends quite a bit of time away from it, between school, practice,
games, more practice so it’s nice to be able to just relax in the comfort of
his own space. Because of his high active life, Hajime appreciates his down
time a lot. And he loves that you’re ok with not going out all the time.
He walks back into the living room where you’re already perched
on the couch, legs tucked to the side and elbow resting on the arm.
“Think you got enough junk food?” you ask lifting an eyebrow. In
his hands are candy and soda, while between his teeth he clutches a bag of yet
to be opened chips.
Setting down his burden he smiles slightly and the world seems a
bit brighter; you adore all his smiles and are thankful to be privy to them.
“I eat healthy all the
time,” he says, “I’m allowed one night of indulgence.”
“You say indulgence, I say gluttony,” you quip back.
“Tomatoes, tamatoes,” he mumbles around a Red Vine hanging in
his mouth.
Leaning forward, you catch the other end in your mouth, winking
at his surprised expression as you nibble your way towards his lips. Just
before you kiss, there’s a knock at the door. Hajime stands abruptly, snapping
the remaining candy in half.
“Tease,” you pout chewing the remainder of your piece as he goes
to the door and opens it.
Just as he’s about to send a witty rejoinder over his shoulder, the
unexpected voice of Tooru cuts through the room. “Iwa-chan, Y/N,” he says
smiling widely.
“What are you doing here Trashy-waka?” Hajime asks roughly.
“So rude,” the setter pouts, brandishing your pizza from behind
his back, “and after I got you dinner.”
“Where did you get that?” your boyfriend asks eyeing him
suspiciously.
“Oh, that cute delivery girl,” he points, turning to wave at the
presumably blushing female. “She was so sweet as to offer it on the house,” he
continues looking back at his best friend, then to you, and you roll your eyes
at him; how he does that you don’t want to know.
“So,” he continues, moving into the house and sitting next to you, “what are we
watching?”
“We are watching you leave,” Hajime says, pointing to the
still open door.
“But Iwa-chan,” whines Tooru and you have to stifle a giggle as
the vein on your boyfriend’s head is starting to pop up, “we haven’t hung out
in forever!”
“I see you every damn day!”
Tooru throws his arm around your shoulders, earning another
acidic look from Hajime. “I meant Y/N and me silly.”
Before the situation can get even further out of hand you stand
up, hurrying to stop Hajime from pummeling Oiwaka into the ground. Placing a
hand on his chest, you whisper between the two of you, “Let him stay, we’re
just chilling anyway.”
“Y/N,” he hiss whispers, grabbing your hand and pulling you into
the kitchen. Behind you, Tooru grabs a piece of pizza and digs in.
When you’re away from prying eyes and ears Hajime continues, “This
was supposed to be our night together, just the two of us! I haven’t seen just
you in too long.” Running your fingers down his clenched jaw makes him relax
slightly and you brush your lips against his lightly.
“I know baby, but you know how Tooru is. I think…I think he’s a
lot lonelier than he lets on. Besides,” you wrap your arms around his neck,
kissing him a bit more firmly before pulling back to say, “I’m staying the
whole night, remember?” He huffs over your face but nods.
When you re-enter the living room Tooru asks, “Done making out?
Good! Let’s watch that movie!”
Hajime rolls his eyes, settling down on one end of the couch,
you next to him. On your other side is Tooru, eating his third slice of pizza.
Grabbing a slice, you hand it to Hajime then take one for yourself. Hitting play
on the DVD remote the title screen of “Star Wars” pops up.
“Ooooo, one of my favorites, good choice, Y/N,” Tooru says
through a mouthful of pizza.
“How did you know I picked it?” you ask before taking a sip of
soda.
“Iwa-chan always picks girly flicks,” he quips back earning a
pillow to the face.
The three of you sit silent for the rest of the movie, eating
pizza, candy and chips. When the food is gone, you nestle against Hajime’s
side, his arm around you. Thanks to the heavy meal of carbs, sugar and fat you’re
soon crashing, your eyes becoming heavy. Nestling more into the warmth of your
boyfriend you fall asleep.
When you open your eyes the TV screen is blue, it’s subtle light
illuminating the immediate area in front of the couch in the otherwise darkened
room. A weight on your hip has you looking down where you find Tooru slumped
against your side. Glancing up, you see Hajime is also asleep, having slid down
a bit to rest his head against the back of the couch, his arm still cradled
around you.
Mentally shrugging your shoulders, you close your eyes once
more. Your date with Hajime may have ended up with you gaining a third wheel
but you don’t mind too much; Tooru is one of your best friends too after all.
Sorry this took so long! I hope
you like it because I simply adore coach and think he deserves lots of love!
Keishin Ukai – #10 – “I might
have had a few shots.”
“Y/N!!” You jolt out of a deep sleep, startled by banging at
your door and the loud call of your name. Looking at the clock you see it’s
after one in the morning.
“Y/N, are you home?!”
Now that you’re more coherent you finally recognize that
voice; Keishin! Throwing on a robe you hurry to the front door and unlock it.
Opening it, you swiftly pull him in, shutting the door before asking in exasperation,
“Keishin, what in the world are you doing?! Do you know what time it is?”
He takes a step toward you and you notice he’s a bit
unsteady on his feet. Pointing his finger at you, he opens his mouth. “I need
to tell you something.”
“At this hour? Couldn’t it have waited until, oh I don’t know,
when you saw me after school?” You have to get up at the crack of dawn, just
like him you might add, to unlock the gym for your girls.
He’s pacing now, completely ignoring your question. “You know,
I’ve put a lot of thought into this, too much really.” He pauses and
you can see more clearly have inebriated he is. His hazy eyes meet yours as he
goes on, “I’ve decided to just get it over with.”
“What are you talking about?”
Stepping into your space, hands on your shoulders he looks
down at you and you can smell the alcohol on his breath; you really hope he
walked here.
“I’m in love with you.”
Um, what? You take a step back asking, “Keishin, how much
did you have to drink tonight?”
He shrugs. “I might
have had a few shots.”
“More than a few,”
you think but don’t argue the point. He’s leaning more heavily on you now so you
work your way to the couch, sitting down with him and patting his arm.
“I think it would be a good idea for you to sleep this off
here.” He protests weakly as you go to get a spare pillow and blanket, but by
the time you return he’s slumped over, passed out asleep. Smiling fondly at
him, you settle the pillow under his head, tucking his legs up on the couch and
covering him with the blanket.
It must have been some strong sake he had to bring him here
and say what he did which you aren’t even sure he’ll remember in the morning.
Part of you hopes he doesn’t because you’d rather have a love confession be
spoken with a coherent mind, especially from Keishin.
When your alarm goes off you groan; how can four hours feel
like five minutes? Rising you stretch and head to the bathroom. From down the
hall you can hear Keishin moving around in the kitchen, the scent of fresh
coffee wafting towards you. Your business completed, you head towards the
wonderful aroma and are greeted by the sight of a fresh cup on the table,
already creamed and sugared.
Keishin’s back is to you but he mumbles a good morning and
you return the sentiment. He’s probably suffering one hell of a hangover.
Inhaling deeply to enjoy the smell of your favorite brew, you thank him for
making it.
“It’s the least I could do after making an utter ass of myself
last night,” he grumbles, finally turning around with cheeks flushed, this time
from embarrassment instead of alcohol.
You wave your hand. “It wasn’t that bad,” you lie hoping he’s
forgotten the details.
He sets his cup down with a bang startling you. Pushing off
from where he leans on the counter, he closes the distance, drawing you out of
your chair and into his arms. Lips descend to yours, the taste of coffee and
cigarettes lingering.
You clutch his shirt, kissing him back, wondering if maybe
you’re still asleep and dreaming.
Lack of air makes you pull away, but Keishin keeps his hand
on the back of your head, his face close to yours.
“I meant what I said.” His voice is gravelly and he sounds
delicious enough to consume. “It wasn’t drunken talk; it just took me six shots
of sake and two beers to get the guts to tell you. That and Takeda-sensei
pointing out I have no reason to wait telling you the truth.”
He kisses you again, drawing you closer and you melt against
him. The boys and girls will just have to forego morning practice today.
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