a blog for haikyuu!! i write imagines and such for the boys, specific scenarios/pairings by request! let me tell u about my lord and savior, kiyoko shimizu. requests: open !
anon requested : hey volley!!! can i request tsukishima with an s/o that covers their mouth when they smile or laugh because they’re insecure and him telling them to stop doing that because he thinks their smile is cute? thank you so much <3
TSUKISHIMA KEI + COVERING YOUR SMILE
pairing : tsukki + gn!reader
warnings : none! just cute fluff.
a/n : of course i’ll write this for you !! love a tall boi who is soft for their s/o ( and only their s/o lol ). hope you like it !! likes / reblogs appreciated, no reposting please !! love, volley.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” The question catches you off guard, and you glance over towards Tsukki’s towering frame. He’s looking at you, clearly confused.
anon request : new parents with bokuto and kuroo? maybe they can both have sons? :)
plot : he promises he loves you still. even as you receive horrible news.
warnings : infertility / pregnancy issues, some angst (fluffy ending, of course), timeskip spoilers.
pairing : bokuto x fem!reader
a/n : yesss ugh i love new parents stuff. i threw bokuto’s in a different direction so each one isn’t so similar. i’ve made sure to tag everything i can think of, but if you need something else tagged, please let me know !! likes / reblogs welcome, no reposting, please !! love, volley. note : kuroo’s is here.
He’s said over and over again how he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind that you can’t get pregnant, that you never can be, and when he finds you crying late at night– sadness and guilt too much for you to bear– he wraps you up in his arms, gently guiding you back to bed with hushed “I love you”s.
anon requested : hi volley !! i hope you’re doing well. no pressure to write it since i know you’re busy, but i’ve been thinking about this for a while and i think your writing would be perfect for it. <3
can i request kuroo or tsukishima looking at the stars with their partner? i headcanon that they both really like stargazing and i think it would be such a cute date or a cute proposal
pspsps i don’t know if you write polyamory but that’s chill if you feel like it
thank youuuu! <3
KUROO TETSURO + STARGAZING
pairing : kuroo + gn!reader
warnings : none! just cute fluff.
a/n : this prompt is so cute ! try as i might, i’m so bad at writing poly couples, so tsukki's is in a different post. i hope that’s okay with you. writing nervous kuroo is hard but fun! i hope you like it !! ( if you have any others to request with this prompt, please send me a message or ask ! ) likes & reblogs appreciated, no reposting please !! love, volley. note: tsukki's is here.
Well, this made a hole in his plans.
Kuroo stares at the just-slammed bedroom door, hears you fuming inside. “Kitten, I said I’m sorry!” He tries calling out to you, but there’s no response. He wasn’t even sure what he did to make you so mad. Kuroo waits outside the door for a moment longer before retreating out into the living room.
He considers messaging Kenma, calling the whole deal off-- he’d done that before, though, and he wasn’t ready to face his best friend’s wrath as well as yours. The sun was sinking steadily, the night sky finally showing up, along with the full moon. He’d planned it specifically for tonight, so it had to happen tonight. Finally, the bedroom door opens and he hears your footsteps coming down the hall.
“Well?” You ask, arms crossed.
“I’m sorry.” He mutters. “But I did mean it as a compliment!” His phone buzzes. Kuroo needs to get you outside as soon as possible, but you were less than agreeable right now, and he doesn’t want you to suspect anything.
“How on earth does saying that I look like a cat a compliment?”
“No, I meant your eyeliner! Your eyeliner looks like a cat! And besides, you know I like cats anyways.”
You pause, stumbling over yourself as you finally understand. Kuroo’s been giving you half-attempted compliments all day. He liked your shoes, your outfit, he likes the necklace he bought you last year for valentine’s that he insisted you wore today for whatever reason. Then he says you look like a stray, feral cat.
“My… eyeliner?” You mutter, and then you laugh. “Jesus, Kuroo, I thought you were comparing me to that stray cat we saw the other day.”
“What, no! Isn’t that what that eyeliner’s called? The cat one?” Kuroo’s phone buzzes again. “I don’t see why you got so mad at me though.”
You don’t hear the text message alerts, which is a mercy for him. “Sorry.” You apologize. “It’s just… I’m a little stressed because of work and then suddenly you want me dressed in a fancy outfit and makeup for no reason? Are you taking me out for dinner or something?”
Finally, a way out. “Yup!” Kuroo grabs at his coat, hands you yours. “You caught me. I got fancy reservations at that Italian place you love so much.” A lie, but a small one he hopes you’ll forgive once the night is over. “I figured that we could walk there-- it’s not too far and it’s nice out tonight.”
You step towards the door, a little hesitantly. “I do feel bad about blowing up at you.” You throw on your coat, and Kuroo takes your hand. “It’s fine, Y/N. I should learn how to compliment you better.” He offers a smirk, and you laugh a bit. “Maybe.”
As the pair of you walk down the sidewalk, Kuroo’s heart begins racing. Especially as he rounds the corner before you and sees Kenma lighting the last of the candles. He’s observant, though, and spots you two before you could catch sight of him, and he ducks out of sight. Perfect.
Finally, you step around the corner, and see what this night’s really for.
A gazebo lit up by candles and covered in flowers, complete with a little picnic blanket and rose petals in the shape of a heart. You freeze, but Kuroo doesn’t, gently tugging you towards it.
“Kuroo, what--?” You start, but he cuts you off.
“Do you remember when we first started dating? We’d come here a lot to look at the stars.” Kuroo guides you onto the picnic blanket, carefully avoiding the lit candles. “And then we came here a few months later and I told you I love you for the first time?” You can only nod, tears filling your eyes as realization hits. “And then you didn’t answer me and I thought you hated me.” The former middle blocker laughs a little, gets down on one knee. “My happiest moment was when you said I love you back, but I think this might top it depending on your answer.”
You’re so in shock that you can barely listen at this point, and the candlelight glints off the ring as Kuroo takes it out of his pocket. Beautiful, dainty-- a silver little ring that he probably spent a lot of time looking for. “I want you to know that I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N. I can’t imagine waking up and going to bed without you by my side, and nothing would make you happier to see you become my wife. Will you marry me?”
You nod, and you feel the tears streaming down your face. “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you, Kuroo. I thought you’d never ask.” He’s all smiles now, reaching out with a shaky hand to put the ring on your finger. Kuroo stands back up, immediately kissing you. Somewhere in the background, you hear a camera go off, but you could care less as Kuroo kisses you over and over again. “I won’t call you a cat again, I promise.” He laughs, and the stars seem to laugh along with him as they shine above.
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anon requested : hi volley !! i hope you’re doing well. no pressure to write it since i know you’re busy, but i’ve been thinking about this for a while and i think your writing would be perfect for it. <3
can i request kuroo or tsukishima looking at the stars with their partner? i headcanon that they both really like stargazing and i think it would be such a cute date or a cute proposal
pspsps i don’t know if you write polyamory but that’s chill if you feel like it
thank youuuu! <3
TSUKISHIMA KEI + STARGAZING
pairing : tsukki + gn!reader
warnings : none! just cute fluff.
a/n : this prompt is so cute ! try as i might, i’m so bad at writing poly couples, so i’m doing kuroo separately in a different post. i hope that’s okay with you. i wanted to take tsukki’s in a bit of a different direction so it doesn’t feel like i’m writing both guys the same-- kuroo’s is a lot more cutesy and romantic for sure. ( if you have any others to request with this prompt, please send me a message or ask ! ) likes & reblogs appreciated, no reposting please !! love, volley. note: kuroo’s is here.
“Stargazing? Why would you want to do that?” He asked you, barely looking up from his textbook. You rolled over on his bed, your essay long-forgotten. “C’mon, Kei, please?” You whined. “What if I forget what Japan’s stars look like?”
“You’re not going to be gone that long. Besides, I’m sure the stars in America look the exact same-- in fact, I’m sure of it.”
Tsukki turned around in his chair, eyeing how you lay dramatically on his pillow. Sometimes he wondered how he’d gotten with you in the first place-- if it wasn’t for that push from Yamaguchi to ask you out, he never would have even thought about it. He actually had no idea why you’d said yes. It wasn’t like he was overly romantic. School and volleyball took up all his time. And now, with you getting accepted into that prestigious New York university to study there for a semester, he had mixed feelings. He was happy for you, and he knew four months really wasn’t that long, especially with volleyball season starting soon, but he’d still felt a bit… sad.
He rubbed a hand over his face, finally giving in. “Okay, fine. We’ll go look at the stars, if that’s what you want.” Tsukki tossed you his club jacket. “But wear this, it’s cold out.”
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Three rings, and then you pick up. “Hello?” Your voice is filled with a bit of static on Tsukki’s end, but it was still recognizable. “Hey.” Tsukki wasn’t even sure why he called you. In the background, there was the constant sound of a ball hitting a palm of the hand, a yell or two from the loudest members of the Karasuno volleyball club. Afternoon practices were getting longer, the sinking sun glowing onto the school’s exterior. “Are you busy?” He mutters, stepping further away from the gym’s entrance and tucking one hand into his jacket pocket.
“Busy? Uh… Kei, it’s three in the morning here.”
“Oh.” He should apologize, should hang up the phone right here, but he lingers instead.
There’s silence on the other end, and for a moment Tsukki believes you’d fallen back asleep. “Aren’t you busy? Don’t you have practice right now?” Your voice is low as you try not to wake up your roommate. “We’re on a break.” Another lapse of silence, and Tsukki can’t think of any excuse to make as to why he called that didn’t sound absolutely idiotic. “Did you see the stars?”
There’s a shuffle on the other line as you get out of bed, move towards a window in your darkened dorm room. “Yeah.” You whisper, looking outside. They’re partially hidden by the New York lights, but you could make out the faint glow. “Do you?” There’s a tiredness in your voice that Tsukki recognizes. He glances at the sinking sun, the purples and pinks of the sky, and takes a moment to answer. “Yeah, I do.”
He hangs up, and Coach Ukai’s already yelling at those outside to get back in the gym for a second round of practice. As Tsukki heads back towards the gym, the sun illuminates his path. The sun is also a star, he reminds himself.
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honestly i’d really like it if you could do sunlight part 4.. aka the protective oikawa fic
sunlight is here for those who haven't read it.
thats so sweet, anon! i haven't touched that one in a while since i've had other more specific requests. i'm working on getting caught up with them now since i get a bit of time off of work soon, so if i get through the requests, i might get to work on a part four! glad you like it! :)
I’m doing okay! I’m working full time these days, so I’ve been super busy! I have a few things written up to post, but it’s been hard to find the time to actually get them out here. The good news is that I’ll be getting somewhat of a break soon!
warnings : a lil spicy in atsumu’s part but nothing bad. otherwise just some pranks / fluff. post-timeskip.
a/n : this wasn’t a request, but since i'm so busy with work and life, i thought i'd give you all something to prove i'm not dead. based on that one tiktok prank. i was only going to do sakusa since i haven’t written for him yet, but here we are lol. pretty innocent stuff, so i hope you like it !! likes / reblogs appreciated, no reposting please !! love, volley.
Sakusa has always had a routine. Dating him automatically meant that you were part of that routine, of course.
As he takes out his mug to pour his freshly brewed coffee, the wing spiker turns back, seeing you on the couch and typing away a report for work on your laptop. With practice only an hour away, he had to get ready to leave, sipping at his drink for a few silent moments. Usually you would come up behind him, wrap your arms around his waist and kiss at his shoulder. Usually. But now, you’re only looking at your laptop, glasses perched at the edge of your nose.
“Okay, I’m going to get to practice before I’m late.” He’s hoping you’d get up and come at least kiss him goodbye. You don’t. He hangs around the kitchen for a moment, half in and half out of the entryway. Sakusa sighs, grabbing his mask from where it rests on the side table. “Alright, I’ll be home around noon for lunch. Love you.” He goes to the door, he waits for your reply. The only sound is your typing. “I said I love you.” Sakusa turns to look back, and finally you peek over your screen, a tiny smile on your lips. “Oh! Have a good practice, baby. I’ll see you later.”
He waits.
You look at him before going back to your report.
“I love you.” He repeats.
“Yeah, get going or you’ll be late.”
Well, this wasn’t fitting in with his routine at all. Sakusa finally gives in, approaching you in a few short steps before sitting by you on the couch. “Babe,” he mutters, “I said I love you.” “Yes.” Your voice was so innocent, but there was a tinge of laughter underneath. Oh. Now he gets it. You’re playing with him. Sakusa grabs your hand, forcing you to stop your work. He makes eye contact, a tiny smirk at his lips when he leans in, capturing your lips with his own. “I love you.” He tries again, and this time you reply with a bright smile. “I love you too, baby, now get out of here before you get yelled at for being late.” Sakusa stands, throwing on his mask before making his way back to the door. “Was that so hard?” He questions, and though you couldn’t see it, he was smiling, too. Yes, you think to yourself. It was difficult to not say it back, but if it got him to kiss you like that, it was worth it.
Atsumu looks like a lost puppy when you don’t respond to his confession of love. He’s so used to an automatic response from you that it leaves his brain short-circuiting. You continue applying your makeup, but the way your boyfriend stares at your back makes it hard to concentrate on your eyeliner. “Honey, I said I love you.” “I know you did.” You hum. “You also said you had to go to the store before it closes, so shouldn’t you be doing that?”
He holds his arms out, but you don’t move for a hug, so Atsumu’s left in that awkward stance. Then, to your amusement, he starts moving around behind you, trying to make eye contact from different angles. It’s as if he’s searching for something.
“Yeah, I know, but…. I love you?” He tries again, this time in the form of a question. You know Atsumu is many things, but most of all, he’s persistent. The setter chases what he wants, and in this case, it’s an “I love you”.
“I know.” You move on to apply some lipstick, glancing every now and again to Atsumu’s puppy eyes. That was a mistake on your part, because he looks so confused and actually sad. You didn’t expect this prank to have this much of an impact. You hold your ground for a bit longer.
“You know I can’t leave until you say it back.” The blonde wraps his arms around you, face buried in your neck. “Hey, careful!” You laugh a little, barely pulling your lipstick away in time so it doesn’t smear. Atsumu just mumbles something incoherent into your skin, along with a few little kisses. “Okay, okay.” You playfully attempt to push him off, but Atsumu really isn’t budging. He looks up at you, but then goes back to leaving kisses at your neck. “Y’know,” he mutters. “I don’t have to go to the store today. If you don’t wanna tell me you love me then… I could try to convince you otherwise.”
His arms tighten a bit around your waist, and you lean back against him on instinct. “Fine, ‘Tsumu, I love you, too.” You breathe out, but your boyfriend shakes his head. “No, no, honey, not good enough…” He trails off, kissing at your jaw, this time with increasing heat. Oh boy, were you going to pay for this little prank of yours.
Like Atsumu, he looks lost. He has his keys in hand, ready to go to visit Akaashi and a few other high school friends. His gaze burns the back of your head, his presence so obvious that it causes you to shiver a bit. But unlike Atsumu, Bokuto turns into a sort of sappy mood, falling onto your lap after just a few tries to get you to say I love you back to him. “Baby!” He whines. “Please say it back? You’re not mad at me, are you? I said I love you like three times!”
“No, Bo, I’m not mad at you.” You laugh, looking down at him as he grovels.
“Oh, then what is it? Do you hate me now?” His bottom lip sticks out dramatically. “No, of course not!” You sigh a little, running a hand through his hair.
“Is it because I didn’t do the dishes last night? I did them this morning! And I can do the dishes tonight if you want! Or maybe I could do the laundry? I know you hate doing that. We can go for a walk when I get back, will that help? Will you say it back then?”
“Yeah, Bo, I can say it back then.” You laugh, and he smiles, returning to the door and sliding on his shoes once more. “Okay, I’ll be back soon!” And then he’s off, racing through the door. An hour later, when you’re busy cleaning up the living room, the doorbell rings. You weren’t expecting anyone, so when you open the door to a bashful Bokuto holding a bouquet of flowers, you raise your eyebrows. He pulls out a little teddy bear to go along with it. “Uh, do you maybe wanna go on a date tonight? Also, do you love me now?”
You accept the gifts, unable to stop the blush from flushing your cheeks. You kiss at his lips once, twice, three times. “I love you.” You say, and it looks like Bokuto has a weight lifted off of his shoulders. “You didn’t have to do this, though!” You’re laughing, and he rubs at the back of his neck, shrugging. “I wanted to! Because I love you.”
He’s so damn intuitive. You don’t reply one time and he’s by your side-- or, rather, he sits on the edge of the bed where you roll over. The early morning light filters through the window, the clock ticking by slowly at four in the morning. Hinata’s dressed in his workout clothes, all ready to go for a morning run, but he can’t unless he knows you’re alright.
“Are you sleeping?” He murmurs, thinking that that’s the most logical answer for your non-response. “No.” You say, stifling a yawn. “I said have a good run. I’ll be up when you get back, promise.” His hand brushes against your shoulder, interlocks his fingers with your own. “Okay, uh… Are you sure you don’t want to talk?”
“Talk?” You mumble, sitting up. “About what?”
“Well… I just said I love you and you… didn’t say anything back. Is something wrong?” His cheeks are tinged cherry red, so similar to his hair color. “No, why would you think that?” You smile a little. “Nothing’s wrong. You just go on your run so you’ll be back in time for breakfast, okay?”
“Okay, I love you.”
You feel bad, and can’t stop yourself from immediately breaking. “I love you too.” God, you knew you’d be too tired to hold this up for so long. You lean back down into the pillows, and Hinata wavers, grasping at your hand for a few more seconds.
Your eyes are closed, but you feel his lips brush against the back of your hand all the same. The door gently closes behind him, and you sigh. It was so hard to hold back when it came to him-- he’s always too sweet, too observant. As a light wind brushes across the room from your open window, you turn over in bed, holding Hinata's long-since abandoned pillow. Of course you love him, how could you not?
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a/n : okay, i admit that i binged mha in like 3 weeks do not @ me. i wanted to write something quick for my fave explosion boy. no manga spoilers bc i’m currently not reading it. haikyuu + requests soon ( also, feel free to request something from mha as well ) !! love, volley.
The city is a constant hum below your apartment’s balcony, the sunlight filtering lazily into your bedroom. On mornings like these, you’re more likely to forget everything. A truck stutters and comes to life, coughing smoke to the air as it takes off down the busy road, and your hands tighten a bit on the railing, your eyes fluttering closed. The sun burns pink and purple and neon, until you open your eyes again, and it stays the bright orange of the early hours.
You hear the sliding door from your bedroom squeak open, and without turning around, you can feel him there. Imposing, silent. Still sleepy from the night before. His arms snake around your waist-- carefully, so as not to interrupt your train of thought, as if you had one at this moment. A sigh falls from your lips as Katsuki’s face becomes buried in the space between neck and shoulder, leaving tiny butterfly-soft kisses up your jaw. He hums against your skin, rough and heavy, tinged with exhaustion. “You should have woken me up.” Bakugou grumbles, and you tilt your head backwards, looking upwards towards the pale blue of another summer morning.
“I’m sorry.” But you aren’t. Both of you know this. And besides, you like the way your fiance cuddles your pillow when you’re not between the sheets with him, back when the room is hot and covered in a tinge of violet light by dawn. The pro-hero continues his kissing trail upwards, finally landing at your lips when you turn your head to greet him. Below the balcony, a car engine starts and drones away down the road. Bakugou pulls away then, but grips your hand as if to make up for the lack of contact, leading you back inside.
You watch as Katsuki heads for the closet, tugging out his costume-- or at least the under-armor portion. The rest -- the more dangerous pieces-- are cautiously stored by the door, under lock and key. You don’t hear him for a while, mind distracted to when you’ve seen him like this before. An abandoned warehouse. A crazed look in his eye. Fire.
“Oi, idiot.” Bakugou’s gripping your shoulders now, forcing eye contact. He has not been loud with you in the weeks since then, and doesn’t yell much either, except for maybe when on the job and in front of his agency’s heroes. You’ve seen him then, of course. Hair spiked and arms crossed and a permanent scowl etched across his features. It’s an odd thing to compare him to these slow mornings, with softer hair (though still a bit pointed) and tired eyes, a frown that is genuinely concerned rather than openly upset or angry. “Hey, are you good? I asked if you wanted to go for breakfast or something, since I’m taking the morning off. Go get ready, and I’ll meet you by the door.”
Two hours later, as the pair of you exit the tiny cafe, Katsuki stops short, tugging out his phone. You pause with him. “What are you doing?”
“Calling one of my interns.”
“Okay, why?”
You shift your weight from one leg to the other, watching a few more people pause and stare at the number two hero. You step a bit closer to him, and sensing your unease, his gloved hand grabs your own, still warm as always. “He’s gonna meet us here to take you home.”
“Katsuki, we’re just a few blocks away. I can walk, it’s really not that big of a deal.”
The way he glances at you-- eyes hard and nearly on fire-- catches you off-guard. He’s still on edge. You don’t want to admit it, but you are, too. “You’re not going to argue with me on this, idiot.” A few more cars pass, a group of schoolkids pause their game of tag to carefully weave around you two. Ten minutes later, a kid in a light blue costume arrives. Undoubtedly a UA student who can’t be more than sixteen or seventeen. “You know where you’re going, right?” Bakugou’s voice is as harsh as always, though deeper than his high school days. The kid jumps slightly, nods. “Yes, sir.”
Katsuki squeezes your hand a bit. “Alright, I’m leaving. When you’re done, you go right to the agency. No stops. I’ll be waiting.” The boy nods again, clearly a little nervous. You watch as the pro-hero makes his way down the sidewalk, cutting a path through the groups of people there. The sun reaches higher into the sky, and when you close your eyes again, all you see is orange and red and yellow-- the colors spin until they blend together into something that is all too familiar and comforting.
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anon requested : hey volley!!! can i request tsukishima with an s/o that covers their mouth when they smile or laugh because they’re insecure and him telling them to stop doing that because he thinks their smile is cute? thank you so much <3
TSUKISHIMA KEI + COVERING YOUR SMILE
pairing : tsukki + gn!reader
warnings : none! just cute fluff.
a/n : of course i’ll write this for you !! love a tall boi who is soft for their s/o ( and only their s/o lol ). hope you like it !! likes / reblogs appreciated, no reposting please !! love, volley.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” The question catches you off guard, and you glance over towards Tsukki’s towering frame. He’s looking at you, clearly confused.
Half of your arguments tend to start this way. The one downside of dating the middle blocker was how much he expects you to just follow his train of thought. He justifies it by telling you that he wouldn’t be dating you if he thought you weren’t smart enough to do so, but sometimes his leaps in logic make that task impossible. Like now, for instance.
“Why do you cover your mouth like that?”
It’s an earnest question, and a hot blush flashes across your features. “I do not.” You’re obviously being too defensive, and Tsukki sighs, crossing his arms. “You did it literally five seconds ago, Y/N. You’re a horrible liar. You cover your face every time you laugh or smile or something.”
You lean backwards onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to come up with a rebuttal. You can’t, and the silence hangs for a while until you hear Tsukki stand up from his desk, landing beside you. His form casts a shadow over you. “So?” He pushes for an answer after a few more seconds, and you sigh. “Can’t you just drop it?”
“No.”
“I just don’t like my smile, is all. Or my laugh, I guess.”
You hear Tsukki laugh. It’s soft and calming, and when you first heard it, you’d felt over the moon, but now, it just makes you annoyed. You sit up to try to defend your logic, but when you do, you feel his lips on your own. Gentle and sweet, you stay there for a minute until he pulls away, a dumb grin on his face.
“I didn’t think you were that stupid, Y/N.”
“I’m not--.”
“Shut up and listen to me, okay?”
He’s on the verge of laughter as he grasps at your hand, kneeling down in front of the bed to keep eye contact. “Y/N, I wanted to date you because of your smile and laugh. If I didn’t like those things, I wouldn’t have asked you out.” He says, and you frown. “You said you asked me out because I’m smart.”
“Well, that, too.” Tsukki looks downwards at your entwined fingers for a moment, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “You’re being kinda dumb for thinking that though, really.”
You hit his arm for that, and he chuckles, releasing your hand to rub at the impact. “Ow. I guess you’re feeling better, then?” You can’t stop a smile from appearing on your lips at your boyfriend’s theatrics, but before you can instinctively cover your lips, Tsukki kisses you once more. “Okay, fine.” You mumble against his lips. “I won’t do it anymore.” He breaks off once you say that, and like nothing ever happened, he stands up, straightening out his club jacket.
“So, now that you’re done being stupid--.” he flashes you a playful grin when you glare at him. “Are you coming with me to practice or not? I don’t wanna be alone with those idiots over there.”
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@hword4tsukki requested : greetings and salutations, can I request an academic rivals to lovers with tsukishima? (you can add other characters as well :D) ♥️ I just need something to motivate me to stay on the honor roll 🤓
TSUKISHIMA KEI + ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS
pairing : tsukishima kei + gn!reader
warnings : none !!
a/n : yes !! rivals to lovers is something i’ve never written before ( academic besides ! ) but i really liked the challenge !! this one got a little bit away from me so it’s a little bit longer than i would normally write, so i hope that’s okay !! so sorry this one took so long. work and life, y’know. likes / reblogs appreciated, no reposting please !! love, volley.
Tsukishima doesn’t know what to make of you. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He knows who you are—how could he not? You sit beside him in math class each day. Unconsciously, he feels like he’s working against you, as if you are some sort of unspoken competitor. Like Hinata is to him in volleyball, you are similar in academics.
At first, he tries to ignore you. Actively avoids you, even as you offer a group study session to keep everyone on track. Yamaguchi also hunts him down, asking where Tsukki was when everyone was working together. The tall blonde had simply told him to not worry about it.
You cannot read him—it’s like talking to a brick wall. You figure that Tsukishima doesn’t like you, and that was that, but even as your grades fall side by side (what was a 97% to a 98%, a 100% to a 99%?), you are never seen together outside of class. Sometimes, you swear he’s staring at you from across the hallway, and you catch yourself returning the favor more than once.
Late night study sessions beget other late night study sessions, and slowly, as your peers go home one by one, you are left alone in the fluorescent-lit classroom. Until you hear footsteps, and feel a familiar gaze burning through you. Glancing upwards, Tsukishima is there, and he was obviously not expecting to see you.
“You study?” You mumble, going back to your math book, glaring at the equations on the page.
“Sure I do.” It takes a long time for the middle blocker to wander into the room, slowly sliding into his regular spot without even thinking about it. Right next to you.
You attempt to ignore him, staring down at your own work as you hear a zipper, a book gently set down on his desk, and a sigh fall unconsciously from his lips. You feel and hear Tsukishima every day, so why is this moment so different for you? The silence of the school is broken for a few moments by the gentle turning of pages, pen scratching at paper, until you decide to speak.
“Did you, uh… Need help with something?”
Tsukki leans back in his chair, eyeing you. “Why do you say that? I got a better grade on the quiz last time.”
“By one.” You correct suddenly, and cut yourself off. You didn’t want to start another stupid argument about grades. “You just never come here, is all.”
“Well, I figured it would be more quiet here than anywhere else. My mom can’t pick me up until later, and my brother has volleyball practice. I didn’t think you’d still be here-- maybe you’re the one struggling?” There’s an annoying smirk on his lips, so you decide not to justify him with an answer.
Silence overtakes the room once more, and you’re so focused that you don’t notice his presence behind you until he leans down, his lips right by your ear. “You got this one wrong. You’re decimal’s in the wrong place.” You huff, trying to ignore an odd sensation that grows from somewhere inside you, and allow Tsukki to grab your pencil, gently erasing and fixing the mistake.
Nights pass by like this, sometimes once a week, sometimes twice, until it becomes almost a ritual for Tsukishima to appear beside you. The only words the two of you speak is when one of you asks a question of the other, or you correct each other’s work. It is silent and oddly relaxing, but neither of you would admit it to the other. Once, late at night, his hand brushes absentmindedly against your own when taking your pen, or when leaning down to grab something from his bag.
The lull and calm of the nights drag on this way for a while, until, three months after he’d first come to study, his hand interlocks with your own. You cannot bring yourself to pull away, and both of you hold your breath for the next thirty seconds, waiting for the next move. You squeeze, feeling his fingers wrap smoothly around your own, like they were always meant to be there. Tsukki doesn’t look at you, or, at least, he doesn’t lock eyes with you. You can feel his gaze on you at other moments when he’s supposed to be working, and even during the day, he’s there in the hallway, between classes. Before, his presence used to infuriate you, but now, your emotions calm when you see him.
You try to talk yourself out of it, but when you find yourself walking side by side with Tsukishima down the hall, your hand brushes against his. He inhales suddenly, and you think you’ve ruined it all, before he grabs back. You feel the warmth of his hand radiate inside of you, and you can’t stop a shy smile from appearing. He no longer stares at you with confusion or anger or misunderstanding. Something in the air has changed between you, and slow nights become tinged with a glow that is infectious.
When he asks you out to a date, you agree.
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anon request : hi love sorry if this isn’t something you’re interested in writing but i have to put my dead grandmas dog who she loved very dearly down tomorrow and i was wondering if you’d be ok writing comfort for that with tanaka? i’m just really distraught and it’s bringing back all the grief from her and my grandfathers death that i didn’t process. i apologize if this is too heavy. thank you <3
TANAKA RYU + COMFORTING YOU
pairing : tanaka + gn!reader
warnings : mentions of pet death / grandparents death.
a/n : of course i’ll write this for you. i’ve had to put pets down before and believe me, it never gets easier, and we all need some comfort after any close death. i’m so sorry and i’m sorry that this is a little shorter than i wanted it to be. i hope this helps somehow ( idk if the dog is a boy or a girl, so i put in “him”. if not, just hmu w another anon or something and i can edit it accordingly ) and i hope you like it. love, volley.
He wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Tanaka had never had a pet before-- his mother was allergic to basically everything-- so he fortunately had never experienced this kind of pain firsthand. So when he enters your living room the day after your dog had been put down, he felt like he was walking into a tense situation that, for once, his abrasive and loud personality couldn’t fix. Tanaka sits beside you quietly, the bed dipping under his weight as you cry quietly.
He’s always been a little uncomfortable with tough situations, but he knew you needed him -- you’d asked him to come over, after all. He gently wraps an arm around your shaking shoulders, feeling you lean into him. Your tears fall endlessly onto his shirt as you bury your face into his chest.
“You know he lived a good life.” he hums, careful not to speak too loudly.
“I know, but I don’t…” You start and then have to stop again, overtaken by another sob. You feel him adjust, feel his arms wrap a little tighter around you. “If you didn’t, he would have probably just been suffering longer. It was the best thing for him.”
You pull away, wiping at your eyes. Your face red and stained with tears, you give out a little sigh. “I just feel like… It just feels unfair.” You’re unsure how to put your feelings into words. Grief? Anger? Sadness? It feels like you’re just ready to burst.
For once, Tanaka is silent. He takes in your form, takes in your words. It’s a side to him you rarely see-- maybe you’ve seen it during his more intense games-- but never off the court. It pierces your heart in a way you can’t quite explain. Eventually, your boyfriend locks eyes with you. “I know it feels unfair-- hell, it is unfair. And... I know it’s been a lot for you recently, and if I can help, you know I’ll be here.” Tanaka offers you a tiny, gentle, smile; tugging at your hand, he pulls you into another hug. You finally settle a little, breathing becoming less ragged to match the inhale and exhale rhythm of Tanaka’s own.
Gently, he curls up beside you on your bed, running a hand through your hair. Tanaka knows you’ve always been there for him-- strong, independent, comforting. Now it’s his turn to be that for you.
anon request : okay but! HOW ABOUTTTTTTTT OIKAWA PROPOSING TO YOUU I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM!
OIKAWA TOORU + PROPOSING TO YOU
pairing : oikawa + gn!reader
warnings : just post-timeskip spoilers !!
a/n : this is great because you know I'm always down for writing oikawa !! he’s actually my favorite character ( but i have a new one like every week so ). idk how i feel about this one bc i was hit with major writer’s block ( & nervous oikawa is so hard to write ) but i figured that it’s been 3 days so i should just write it lol. i hope you like it !! likes & reblogs appreciated, no reposting please !! love, volley.
He swears the stars in Argentina are brighter than the ones in Japan, especially where he lingers by the beach, breathing in and out slowly to calm his nerves. He can’t remember the last time he’s been this nervous. The party behind him pulses, loud laughing and talking floating from the tent’s entrance. The Argentinian team’s annual party had never quite been his scene, no matter how smooth and relaxed he’d pretended to be. Now, the cool exterior of the small box rubs against his palm, and the ocean waves flow in and out to the rhythm of his breathing.
Oikawa was so distracted that he didn’t hear you sneak behind him. “Tooru?” You hum, and he almost physically jumps, turning quickly to hide the outline in his back pocket.
“Y/N!” He’s smiling again, cheery and energetic, but almost too much. You cross your arms, attempting to shield yourself from the breeze. “Are you coming back in? People are starting to recognize you’re gone.”
You watch as the setter shifts his weight awkwardly. “Uh, sure. Just… Give me a second.” Tooru looks back out towards the horizon, cautiously sliding a hand into his back pocket. You move beside him, leaning a bit on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” You whisper, the question muffled by the waves hitting the shore. “Of course I am.” He turns to you, smiling. This time it was softer, gentler, an odd spark in his eyes. “You’re here, so how could I not be?”
“Well, sure.” You laugh, ignoring a blush that flashes across your features. “But really, Tooru,” You pull away a bit to see him clearer, a hand going to run through his hair. “You’ve been kind of distant recently.”
“Have I?” Tooru places a soft kiss on your cheek as a soft apology. “Well, we should be getting back to the party before people wonder where we are.”
You nod, giving Tooru one last smile before turning to head back to the open tent, towards the laughter and lights and people. “Uh, actually, Y/N… I want this moment to be between us.” His voice is quiet, a little distant. You turn around.
“This moment?” You repeat, and then you see him, in the moonlight, down on one knee. Realization starts to sink in as you slowly make your way back to your boyfriend, who’s holding a tiny black box, a ring gleaming.
“The party. It’s not just our start of the season party, but it was kinda supposed to be… our engagement party?” Tooru blushes a little, and before you could react to anything, he’s ranting. “It was the team’s idea and I was okay with it and I actually came out here to… I don’t know, prepare, I guess? I was supposed to propose inside with all these flowers and lights and things, but I…”
You’re finally close enough to see him properly, to see the way he’s staring at you-- lovingly, nervously. “I figured you might like this better.” Oikawa finally finishes, and there’s a brief second of silence before his eyes widen a little. “Oh, right.” He straightens up on his knee to gain better balance.
“Y/N, will you marry me?”
The tears that fall down your face so easily are what bring you out of your shocked state, and for a moment, Oikawa fears he’s made a terrible mistake. Maybe you didn’t want to marry him. Maybe the distance was too hard, and you were going to break up with him? He tries to say something, but is cut off by your lips crashing with his own.
“Of course I will, Tooru. Of course I’ll marry you.” You’re laughing, smiling, but now there are tears in both of your eyes as he fumbles with the ring and slides it onto your finger. The moon is a silent witness for this one moment, this one space in time that will forever be in your hearts. Your kiss tastes like tears, like heat, like ocean waves and moonlight and stars.
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anon request : could i possibly maybe request streaming with kenma? and like he’s gaming and reader falls asleep and he just kinda forgets he’s streaming and he’s soft and the chat is like aww he’s so in love
sorry if this is too specific it just lives in my head rent free aHahajansbsn
thank you volleyyy <3
KENMA KOZUME + BEING IN LOVE
pairing : kenma + gn!reader
warnings : none! just fluff and cute.
a/n : i was so impatient to get done with work to write this! super cute and i miss writing kenma. it’s short & sweet (bc I have literally no time), but thanks so much for sending this in, and i hope you like it! likes and reblogs welcome, no reposting please. love, volley.
Twenty-four hour charity streams were something that Kenma did once a month. It was popular, of course, and the chat scrolls by so fast he can barely read it. He leans backwards, eyeing the monitor as his Animal Crossing character runs around his new island. Kenma groans as he fails, once again, to catch the scorpion that had been chasing him for thirty seconds. “I thought this game was supposed to be relaxing.” He mumbles, glancing at the bright red numbers on his alarm clock. Three in the morning-- four more hours to go.
Kenma looks to his chat, reading for a moment. “Where’s Y/N? They’re right behind me.” Which was true, he just ignores the fact that you were, in fact, laying down just off camera. You were a rare guest on his streams, simply because you didn’t want to be on camera. You simply didn’t really enjoy or want the attention. However, you tried to join him at least for a bit during the charity streams. On hearing your name, you adjust, your head resting in his lap now. Kenma tries to make his moves discrete, attempting to make it just a little more comfortable for you. He’s distracted as his character once again gets knocked out by another scorpion, prompting a loading screen.
As the chat scrolls by, some people leaving, some people joining, Kenma’s hand goes instinctively to run through your hair. He doesn’t feel himself smiling, doesn’t feel the light blush that crosses his cheeks. When he looks back up to the chat, it’s exploding with “cute!”s and “aww”s. Kenma only smirks a little, shaking his head. “What?” He mumbles. A name flashes across the screen as Kuroo comments, highlighted by his mods. “Someone’s in love.” his old teammate gushes, and Kenma rolls his eyes. “Alright, lay off it.” But he’s laughing anyways, accidentally waking you.
“Kenma, what…?” You groan, rubbing at your eyes.
“It’s nothing, babe. Go back to sleep.”
The chat bursts with repeats of “babe???”, and he just sighs. “Okay, that’s enough. Now how do I craft that damn wardrobe?” His hand returns to your hair. For the next week, all you saw on social media was gif sets of Kenma smiling and blushing as he gazes at you just out of frame.
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