heyyaaa! If you have time in ur schedule, could you please do ‘protective boyfriend’ head-cannons or a blurb for Tsukishima and Osamu? (I humbly ask of you if you’re able to and if you can Matsukawa or Tendo as well😔🙏ONLY IF YOU WANT TO THO)
remember to drink water heh
haikyuu men as protective bfs <3
ft. tsukishima, osamu, matsukawa, and tendou !
note: honestly it was sm fun to write this, but i think most of this is ooc and over exaggerated 😭 anyways chat think of this as a new year's gift ! 🥳
warnings: annoying men... mention of tits in osamu's. use of babe, bitch, and prude in tendou's. use of babe in matsukawa's. ooc tendou and matsukawa probably 😖
fem!reader !!
✧｡ kei tsukishima
going to your boyfriend’s volleyball matches was always a fun experience. the electricity and passion some players exuded was truly contagious.
also, you got to see him being all hot and sweaty.
definitely an amazing time!
everyone in the sendai frogs were always incredibly welcoming to you, too. his teammates even ask about you when you’re not there (or, at least that’s what tsukishima tells you). regardless of whether or not he’s telling the truth, you would say you do feel truly welcome and comfortable around there.
today was match day. you made sure kei had everything ready, though it’s not like he’s the type to be forgetful or anything. still, he lets you fuss over him all you want without uttering a complaint (which you know must have been truly difficult for him).
once you got to the location where his team would be playing, he bid you goodbye with a short peck on the cheek. his teammates waved to you, too. there were two new teammates, just as kei had told you. you recognized kentaro from highschool, and though he still had the same grumpy attitude, he was nice enough to you. the other guy, though… you had no clue who he was.
settling on a seat with a decent view of the match, you prepared yourself for the exhilarating time you were probably about to have.
and that you did.
the sendai frogs won 2-1, and you really couldn’t have been happier. well, actually, it felt as if you were about to have a heart attack throughout the duration of that whole game. everytime kei jumped up to block a powerful spike you felt your heart jump. you imagined any doctor would think you’re close to having your heart malfunction.
you basically raced out of the audience seats, already ready to jump into your boyfriend’s arms and congratulate him with many kisses and hugs that he will probably complain about. whatever —he can mutter all the complaints he wants about pda and stuff, but you’re too happy to not smother him with love.
one problem, though.
you could not find him anywhere.
no matter, you figured he was probably in the changing room or something. you could just wait outside for him for a bit, and if he didn’t come out, you’d go look for him.
meanwhile, tsukishima was trying his hardest to not blow up at his new teammate.
“is she your friend, then?” he asked him. it was probably his 100th question regarding you at this point, and he was well past his tolerance limit.
“no.”
“so… your sister?”
tsukishima scoffed, you two didn’t even look alike. “no.”
“jeez, no need to be so harsh, dude. i just think she’s hot,” the guy stated, while changing into a clean shirt.
koganegawa, who’d been listening in, cheerfully piped up. “well, she’s his girlfriend! so i don’t think tsuki appreciates that very much.”
the guy’s eyes widened. “oh. i didn’t know dude, my bad.”
tsukishima cast him a cold glare and resumed changing without another word.
you were getting antsy waiting for him. what is taking him so long? you were bored. well, you figured enough time had passed that it’d be okay for you to go looking for him, so you did. but, while you were heading his way, you bumped into a man.
“oh! i’m so sorry! i was distracted,” you apologized deeply.
“it’s no problem, really. i-” the man said, before stopping abruptly.
“...is something the matter?” you asked, noticing the way the man’s wide gaze roamed over you.
a sudden grin appeared on his face, his expression resembling one of someone who’d just won the lottery ticket.
“you’re absolutely gorgeous.”
you sputtered, taken aback by his directness. “oh uh… thank you?”
“can i have your number?” he asked, smirking at you.
“i have a boyfriend so uh…”
“awe come one, he doesn't have to know, right?” he chuckled. suddenly, you recognized the man in front of you. this was tsuki’s new teammate, the one you didn’t know anything about. he saw you with tsuki before the match, so why would he be asking you out? surely he knew you were his teammate's girlfriend?
“come on, just your number, yeah?” he persisted. “you’re allowed to have friends, aren't you?”
you laughed awkwardly, “well i um…”
“move.”
your boyfriend's harsh voice saved you from answering. the guy’s head snapped back, towards his teammate who was now towering over him. he suddenly seemed incredibly flustered, as if he hadn’t been expecting to be caught.
“oh, sorry man. i was just-”
“hitting on my girlfriend?”
“n-no! we were just talking, right?” he said, directing his question towards you.
tsukishima didn’t have to wait for your answer, he knew well enough what this man’s intentions were. “i would suggest you leave her alone, unless you’d like to make this a bigger problem than it has to be.”
the guy hesitated for a second, before he finally spoke. “y-yeah, of course. my bad.”
he scurried away, not without taking a few looks back at you two. your boyfriend scoffed, seemingly angrier and more upset at the situation than you were.
“that was hot.”
tsukishima’s widened as he snapped his head towards you and stared as if you were the most insane person he’d ever met.
“excuse me?”
“you’re hot when you’re protective,” you giggled. “do that more often.”
he raised a brow at you. “you’re crazy.”
“aww, that’s mean!” you fake pouted. “you have to make it up to me now.”
he tilted his head quizzically at you, deciding to humor you. “how?”
you grinned from ear to ear. “let’s go shopping!
noticing the way your eyes sparkled as you suggested that, he couldn’t possibly say no.
he rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses. “fine,” he agreed. “but we’re eating first. i’m starving.”
✧｡ osamu miya
most of your dates with osamu were indoors, in a private space where the only people around were you two. just relaxing with you is his favorite type of date. still though, he loves to spoil you. so, that’s exactly what he’s doing today.
“‘samu this is too much,” you’d told him.
“nonsense,” he replied simply. “i’m your boyfriend, therefore it’s my duty to spoil ya, isn’t it?”
“but this,” you said, signaling to the expensive outfit he’d bought you. “this is too expensive.”
he simply shook his head. “get dressed, yeah? i’m taking ya out.”
all you could do was roll your eyes and try to smother the grin that was threatening to come up.
the outfit he’d bought you was nice, really nice. you’d seen it at a store before, and you couldn’t help but think it was incredibly beautiful. he’d noticed, apparently, as he’d bought it without even taking note of the price tag. it was also kind of revealing, but nothing all that scandalous. you felt beautiful, really. you took note to make sure to be extremely grateful to him.
osamu loves cooking for you, he really does. he’s basically become your private chef, which works out since you also adore his cooking. tonight, however, he was temporarily relinquishing his title and taking you to some expensive restaurant. though he’d try to deny it, this was more a treat to him than to you. after all, he’s the one practically drooling as he looks over the menu.
you giggled as you looked at him, quickly scanning over the menu and deciding on what you’d be having.
“hello, are you both ready to order?”
you tilted your head up to look at the waiter, straightening your back as you realized you’d been slouching. “oh, yes, thank you,” you replied, quickly listing off your order, pointing at the items in the menu.
when you turned to look at osamu, he was staring daggers at the waiter. you frowned and kicked his leg under the table. he coughed awkwardly and listed off his order, too.
“what was that?” you asked, both concerned but also slightly amused.
“my order?”
“don’t mess with me, ‘samu.” you threatened.
“he was starin’ at ya.” he answered simply.
“well. yeah. i was ordering.”
“no, i mean like… staring at ya,” he emphasized. osamu sighed, “put this on.”
he took off his jacket and handed it to you. “ya can take it off when we leave. or we can ask for a different waiter.”
you scrunched your eyebrows. “‘samu i really don’t think-”
“he was starin’ directly at your tits.”
your eyes widened. “oh!”
“yeah, so unless ya want me to bust open that guy’s head, please wear this for now.”
it was impossible to smother your grin as you put on his jacket. you giggled softly, “you’re so cute when you’re mad.”
he rolled his eyes lightheartedly, “sure.”
“oookay, here we go,” said the waiter as he returned minutes later. he gave osamu his food wordlessly, maybe too intimidated by the way he was glaring at him, or maybe just because he didn’t care.
“and food for the beautiful lady!” he chuckled as he placed your food in front of you. osamu’s jaw tightened. you looked down to your plate awkwardly.
“...thanks,” you said, starting to eat.
the waiter didn’t leave. it seemed he was waiting to say something, but didn’t. he hesitated, and once it finally seemed as if he was going to get the words out, osamu cleared his throat.
“we’re all done here, no need to linger,” he grumbled.
the man seemed taken aback by osamu’s hostility. you kicked him underneath the table again. “of course. right. i’ll be back later with your check.”
osamu hummed in reply. when he turned back to you, he was scowling. his silly face almost made you forget immediately about the awkward interaction that just took place. almost.
“you looked so mad, ‘samu. i almost thought you were gonna walk out of here.”
he looked at you as if you were a lunatic, then turned his gaze towards his food. “no jerk could ever make me waste food.”
you laughed. of course, nothing could ever come between osamu and his love for food. not even an annoying waiter. you suspected that, if an apocalypse ever took place, he would also prioritize his food over anything. except maybe you.
“when we’re done we should go get dessert. not here, though. i don’t want to see that fucker again.”
all you could do was laugh and roll your eyes at his pettiness.
✧｡ issei matsukawa
matsukawa is an easy going guy. he doesn’t lose his temper that easily. he doesn’t get mad over silly jokes. he lets maki tease him, doesn’t he? he tries his best to keep his composure during games. he even keeps his cool when his little brother is being all pissy. and yeah, he might get pissed at kentaro every once in a while, but who wouldn’t, what with that guy’s attitude and all?
that is the mantra he keeps repeating to himself over and over as he watches some jackass try to put the moves on you.
okay, well, that jackass is actually a really good friend of yours.
…which actually might make it all worse for him.
he can’t insult the guy or fight him, he’s your friend after all. at least that’s what you think. you seem blissfully oblivious to the guy’s painful crush over you.
matsukawa figures he can either break the news to you, or let you remain happily unaware.
or better yet, a secret third option!
he can just break the guy’s jaw and make him never bother you again.
actually, that one might be a little extreme.
well, he had to do something. watching that jerk trying to get all touchy touchy with you pissed him the fuck off. even more than kentaro’s snarky comments.
“babe,” he called.
your head snapped towards him, your mouth immediately twisting into a delighted grin at the sight of him.
“issei!” you exclaimed. “i didn’t know you’d be here today. i thought you were hanging out with maki?”
he was, but maki had to leave early for a job interview. the detail didn’t matter, though. “oh, i just missed you so much i had to come back to you.” he snaked his arms around your waist, burrowing his head on your neck.
you slightly scrunched your eyebrows at his odd behavior. it wasn’t like him to act this way.
“i hope maki isn’t upset that you ditched him to hang out with me.”
“oh, not at all! he knows how important it is for guys to hang around their girlfriends.” he said, adding emphasis on the last word as he pulled away from you. he stared down the guy and pushed his shoulders back to appear taller. though it’s not like he needed to, mostly anyone can confirm how intimidating matsukawa can be thanks to his height.
your friend laughed nervously. “y-yeah.”
matsukawa wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “we should go on a date, then. what do you feel like eating?”
“oh, we were actually just about to go have lunch,” your friend chimed in, his voice suddenly sounding sure of himself.
matsukawa cast a dismissive glare towards him. “well she’s my girlfriend, isn’t she?”
your friend scoffed, “i don’t think-”
“perfect, then!” he interrupted your friend before he could object. “let’s go, babe. we can go to your favorite place. my treat, of course.”
“o-okay?” you replied, confused at the interaction that had just taken place.
you let matsukawa drag you all the way to the parking lot before pulling your arm away.
“what the hell was that?” you exclaimed.
“what was what?” he said, already seemingly back to his normal attitude.
“you were so rude to him!”
“i don’t think you should be friends with him anymore.” he simply answered, not exactly taking into account your previous comment.
you sputtered before finally saying, “since when do you have a say in who i’m friends with?”
he cast his gaze on you, soft, despite the current conversation. “i just don’t think he’s good company to have around.”
“what do you mean?”
he sighed, before finally admitting, “he’s in love with you.”
you blinked repeatedly at him in shock. “he is?”
“yes, and i don’t like that.”
you opened and closed your mouth, unsure on what to say.
“i didn’t know.”
“i know.”
both of you stood silently in the parking lot, before he finally gave in and spoke first. “i don’t want to control who you are or aren’t friends with. it’s not my job,” he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “but i don’t feel exactly comfortable having you around him, knowing his intentions and all.”
you stared at him before meekly replying, “okay.”
he tilted his head, “okay?”
you nodded. “i understand what you mean. i, uhm… i’ll have a chat with him, to see if he does have feelings for me. i’ll cut him off if he does, because i don’t think i’d feel very comfortable around him then either.”
matsukawa nodded too. “alright. let’s go have lunch then. i think the place closes earlier today.”
you paused, “actually… can we go to the new place that just opened up nearby instead? i’ve been wanting to try it out.”
he laughed, “sure, whatever you say.”
✧｡ satori tendou
parties are fun, aren’t they? all the people, blasting music, drinks, and more, make an amazing atmosphere for those who enjoy it. and halloween parties are even better! who doesn’t enjoy a fun costume?
tendou can’t really say it’s his atmosphere. he also wouldn’t say that he fits into the group of people who don't like them. he’s just… okay with them. though, for you, he’s more than okay with them.
he let you put him in some cheesy halloween costume. a chef, you told him. you were dressed as some rat, though he thought you looked way too gorgeous to be called that. you had insisted the idea was cute, it was from a movie, after all. and, while he wasn’t entirely against the idea to begin with, all your insistence convinced him he had no way out of it either way.
“don’t you like it when i pull on your hair?” you had teased him. “it’s the perfect role for you.”
“and that is why i’m buzzing allllll my hair off.”
“don’t you dare!”
so, here you were. a big halloween party, both of you matching in a couple’s costume. he looked okay, but you… you looked absolutely breathtaking. before you left you had made a comment about being a sexy mouse, chuckling afterwards. a reference, he figured. he’d have to make you watch the movie with him later.
he definitely wasn’t the only one who thought you looked amazing. you know, taking into account the guy that was practically hanging onto you for dear life.
immediately, once he noticed that and how uncomfortable you looked, he rushed over to save you.
“ohhh, what do we have here?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light to hide his clear annoyance.
“oh, hey dude,” replied the man, having a noticeably slur to his words. “just tryna convince this babe to give me a little kiss, or come to the bathroom with me for some fun, ya feel me?” the man laughed, the smell of alcohol so strong he bet everyone in the party would have smelled it.
tendou narrowed his eyes. “personal space sure is a fun thing, huh!” he said as he grabbed the man from his shoulders and tried to get him away from you.
the man pulled away and got closer to you once more, making you scoff in irritation, trying to pull him off once more. “ugh, this asshole just grabbed onto me while i was getting a drink!” you complained, turning your attention back to the man. “and i already told you, i have a boyfriend!”
the man faked being upset. “he doesn’t have to know, gorgeous. now stop being a prude bitch and-”
tendou’s fist moved faster than the man’s mouth.
the man stumbled back, caressing his jaw in shock. you scurried far away from him, standing behind tendou, whose fake cheerful attitude was long gone.
he turned back to look at you, his face laced with concern.
“i’m fine,” you told him. noticing his doubt, you added, “i promise, okay? i’m fine.”
he nodded, seemingly convinced for now. and turned his attention back to the man.
it was almost like a switch turned on, really. first he was sweet and worried about you, then he returned to his mocking face. you figured it was an act, though. he wasn’t the type to get incredibly angry at others. but he messed with you, so tendou would probably murder the guy if he could.
the man spit into the ground and scoffed, “what the hell is wrong with you, man?”
“ohh, you know, i was just testing my theory on how many hits it would take for a pervert to get knocked out!” he fake-giggled. “do you want me to keep going?”
the man’s scornful gaze was casted onto tendou, who didn’t really seem like he was joking.
“you’re creepy as fuck man,” coughed the man, “and you’re insane. dunno why she’d choose you.”
“well i know why no one chose you,” tendou said, dragging the last word in a mocking way.
“let’s go.”
tendou snapped his head toward you, his wide eyes curious as he tilted his head.
“huh?”
“i’m tired. i just want to get some sleep,” you said, your voice so quiet you could’ve been an actual mouse. it broke his heart, really. how excited you were for the party, just to have your mood destroyed by some random creep.
he blinked at you, then blinked at the man, before abruptly standing tall. he decided it was best if he let the man be, and put his focus towards bettering your mood. you could watch that movie you referenced before, but you’d have to stop and buy snacks first. no matter, you are in dire need of more snacks in your pantry, so it’d work out.
his looming frame towered over you as he replied, already set on his plan, “okay, let’s go!”
Me screaming because I saw the piper one and flower crowns were mentioned and I love flower crowns and you know what else I love !
Can I request Leo with a reader who makes him a pretty orange flower crown? Honestly I feel like he'd feel like he has to give them something back and he'd go and learn how to make flower crowns, or he'd make like some mechanical one or something.
Tysmmm!!
hii ty, such a cutie request and yes yes yes i def agree with you !
it’s no secret leo’s love language is gift giving, so i feel that once you gave him that flower crown, he immediately felt the need to give you something in return.
obviously, this would lead to him trying his hardest to learn everything there is to know about the nature of these said crowns. he’d look back towards the beautiful, hand-crafted one you gave him. the delicate orange petals that’d wither in a week, or maybe less. it pained his heart to think about it, all your hard work gone just like that.
he didn’t want you to feel that way; he would never want your feelings to be hurt.
so, what could he do?
“hey, leo!” your usual cheery voice greeted as he stepped into the flower fields. “i missed you! you’ve been hiding from me in that hole of yours,” you whined, nuzzling your head into the space where his neck and shoulders met.
he laughed, but he did feel somewhat guilty for staying locked inside his workshop so long. leo realized that it had been a while since you two spent some alone quality time together. he wrapped one arm around you, while the other stayed behind his torso, gripping the project he’d spent so long working on.
when you pulled away from him, you immediately catched on to the suspicious way he was standing.
“what’s that?”
he hummed, “what’s what?”
“behind your back!” you insisted.
he grinned from ear to ear. “i made something for you.”
you tilted your head in curiosity. “what is it?”
leo hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling slightly sheepish. still, he presented his creation to you.
the crown had been carefully crafted over the course of these past weeks. leo’s a talented craftsman, but he’s not an artist. it took him a while to make it look as pretty as he could. the flowers were detailed, almost exact replicas of the one from the crown you made for him in this very field. he even tried adding your favorite color to them, though some sides were slightly smudged.
your eyes widened as you looked at it, making him feel more insecure about his work. sure, it wasn’t the prettiest thing ever, but he found he was actually kinda proud of his work. well, before — now he fears you’ll laugh and start kicking him while you call him useless or something.
“i love it.”
your voice broke him out of his derailing thoughts. “y-you do?
you nodded eagerly. “it’s so cute. i love it,” you repeated.
leo sighed with relief. “i thought you were gonna hate it,” he admitted.
you raised a brow at him. “what do you mean? why would i hate it?”
he paused, slightly uncertain. “i dunno,” he finally said. “i guess i thought you’d prefer a cuter flower crown. like, an actual one.”
you rolled your eyes lightheartedly and lovingly kissed him on the cheek. “leo, i would love anything you make for me. whether it’s made with metal or flowers, i’ll love it just the same. especially since i know you made it thinking about me, with all your love. or, well, at least i’d hope it was with love.”
he chuckled at your comment, appreciating your comfort. “yeah, with all my love,” he assured you.
you pecked him on the lips and looked up at him. “then it’s perfect.”
honestly, it might lack a bit (at least aesthetic-wise) but it’s always nice to know he put in so much work and thought into a gift for you. <3
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