like just family stuff and mental health and self esteem issues,,, so i'll be taking this week for a break. i'm really sorry to the requests that i can't complete for now, but i just kind of need to take a breather if that's ok<3 i'll be back monday to update my masterlist dates and post work.
A/N: this is me on the bus w/ no data and panicking bc of my bsf so... we write in the notes app🤨
PAIRINGS: kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader, bokuto koutarou x gn!reader, miya atsumu x gn!reader
GENRE: fluffy hcs hehe
WARNINGS: characters have medium-ish to long hair oops and cursing!!
KUROO TETSURO
this mf is good at hair fight me
you’ll be like laying in his lap while helping him revise his chem notes
he gives you the flash cards and asks you to read them out so he can answer the question 🥺
once you finish you slump back on him and he sees just how soft your hair looks... he’s tempted !! and ofc gives in
he starts to just twirl it around his finger for fun and you mention it feels nice so he starts to mess with it more
you’re so soft !! he’s so cute !! soft kuroo and soft y/n = happy everyone
without telling you he starts to braid one side, using only initiative and his big brain to figure out how
you’re like “pls” because his soft hands playing with your hair feels so good omg like a scalp massage.
soon enough he finishes with one side and is genuine babie mode
“look how good it is! should i become a hair stylist?”
does the other side on a live on his private instagram so all of his closest friends can see it and omg
bokuto joins and is SO jealous he’s like... my s/o doesn’t do that with me 🥺😔
but anyway KAHDU everyone sees how cute you two are !! he talks about you so passionately that everyone watching wants him as their boyfriend
and? who can blame them.
in the end you have two perfect french braids on either side of your head and a happy boyfriend
goals
BOKUTO KOUTAROU
okay so this all starts with a very passionate bokuto text
“Y/N I NEED U TO COME OVER RIGHT NOW AND BRING HAIR TIES”
like... more time with your amazing boyfriend and have a fun time? ofc
the moment you arrive at his house he opens to door excitedly and is like !! y/n !! and gives you your kiss on the nose 🥺
but then you see he’s in a slight mood and, of course it’s kuroos fault.
he drags you upstairs and explains how he saw kuroos s/o let him braid their hair on live and he wanted to give it a go
theres no reason not to so... yes ofc he can and hE WASTES NO TIMEEE
this man is speedy and immediately has you in between his legs, your back slumped over slightly so you can go on your phone while he does your hair
has NO clue what he’s going and there’s no videos he watches or even instructions ... he just goes wild
you ask to have a look and he’s like “y-yes..” and you can physically hear the pain in his voice
you turn around and see his eyes all watery and the biggest pout on his lips, he’s so annoyed at himself
“but y/n!! how can i do anything if i can’t even braid your hair! what good even are my hands.. maybe i should quit volleyball before i let down the team:(“
you want to tell him he’s being ridiculous and that he’s so dramatic but you have to say it nicely to put his mind at ease
“bub, don’t worry. i can’t even braid my own hair! you’ll let the team down even worse if you quit, they need there best ace!”
and boom he is cured from emo mode
everyone is also convinced you have superpowers because some how he has completely forgotten about the braids
MIYA ATSUMU
this one was honestly very random and probably the most stupid reason for someone to want to braid your hair
“y/n! let me braid your hair!! i need to prove to suna that i’m good with my hands, he said i wasn’t!”
suna is in the corner with his camera sniggering like a bitch
ANYWAY you say why not because he’s harmless, right? it’s only braiding your hair
your on the floor watching an anime while he is sat on his sofa, googling a tutorial he can copy off
he finds the wiki how page and thinks he only has to copy off what the website says so what can go wrong?
hahah a lot
“y/n make your hair cooperate god damnit!!”
“shut the fuck up it’s not in my control!!”
so much yelling <33
in the end there’s about five knots that you didn’t know about now added into your hair and absolutely no braid :((
he’s so mad at himself omg
like literally if atsumu had an emo mode it would be like that. very miserable
is convinced he’s bad with his hands and doesn’t shut up about it for so long that there are literal tears
“if ya wanna leave me, yer know ya can...”
“‘tsumu what the fuck.”
in the end? you cuddle him and stroke HIS hair because he’s sad that he can’t do his own
in the end he forgets about it though and is just happy you’re there to run your fingers through his hair and tell him how amazing he is
first times with oikawa, iwaizumi, akaashi, and atsumu
request: hello! your father series have me uwu ing if that makes sense lol can i rq first time nsfw with oikawa, iwa, akaashi and maybe atsumu if u feel haha
note: hello thank you hehe<33 i’ll be honest—writing about loss of virginity can oftentimes be misleading, and i hope my readers understand that this is definitely a romanticized version! but i did enjoy writing it so... here it is! i wasn’t sure if you wanted it more fluffy or more smutty, so i did kind of a mix of both. ^^ i also changed up my headcanon format so i hope you like it<3 oikawa’s went overboard
mentions/warnings: 18+/nsfw, loss of virginity, fem!reader
☀︎—tōru oikawa
honestly, oikawa is really anxious.
he wants to make your first time something special & he feels like it’s all on him to make it good for you 🥺
he’s absolutely in awe when he sees your body in the nude for the first time, so he’s unintentionally showering you in praise the whole time.
he’ll also warm you up real good, working skillfully with his hands while continuing to murmur soft praises about how nice and wet you are for him <33
oikawa is big on praise and patience throughout because he knows it might be uncomfortable for you,,,
but he finds it really difficult not to lose control when he hears the nice whimpers you make as he’s toying with your clit
and he’s aware of how awfully hard he is when he sees the way your legs tremble and press together involuntarily as he brings you to another orgasm with just his fingers
he can’t wait, but he knows he has to control himself for your sake.
“open wide for me, princess,” oikawa coos, tapping lightly at your inner thighs with his fingers soaked in cum.
“p-please tōru, i want you,” you whine, fully aware of how desperately your cunt pulses and drips at the sight of the bulge rising in his sweatpants.
as soon as he hears those words leave your lips, oikawa’s frantically tugging at the band of his sweatpants and boxers. he aligns his hardened cock with your slit, lightly rolling your swollen clit with his nimble fingers and eliciting the sweetest noises from your lips. he knows he’s fucked (no pun intended) when he presses into you, and your pussy clenches like a chokehold around his cock.
oikawa bites his lip hard and shuts his eyes tightly as he slowly thrusts into you. each vulgar sound that leaves your lips and each time he feels your walls wrap around him draw him closer and closer to his high.
“baby, just a little more,” oikawa grunts, the speed if his fingers against your clit picks up. you reach down to guide his fingers at the right pace, grimacing through the pain that the stretch brings but reveling in the pleasure of toru’s fingers rolling harshly at your bud.
“i think i’m going to cum, tōru,” you whine as the knot in your stomach intensifies by the second.
“whenever you’re ready, princess,” oikawa coos, a sly grin forming on his face as he admires the expression of pure pleasure that your face wears.
☀︎—hajime iwaizumi
iwa is big. that’s all. that’s the hc.
he’s fully aware of how painful your first time with him might be, so he prepares you with extensive foreplay,,
he’s literally worshipping your body with his hands, kneading your breasts and fiddling with your hardened nipples and then running his rough hands down your waist and inner thighs,,, 🤤
by the time he reaches your clit, you’re literally already on the verge of an orgasm because you’re so new and sensitive to his touch.
iwa’s ego is boosted when he hears you cry out his name as two of his fingers dip into your wet cunt, slowly thrusting in and out and curling against your walls.
it’s not long before you reach your orgasm with your whole body quivering with pleasure,
and iwaizumi wears a hella smug smirk on his lips,,
somehow his mind just now processes that he’s your first,
and the thought of fucking your virgin cunt sends heat rushing straight to his cock.
“baby, are you sure?”
iwaizumi’s voice is scratchy and deep, and his eyes are glazed over with lust as he admires the view of your chest splayed out directly beneath him.
“yes, hajime, please fuck me,” you whine breathlessly, letting your arms fall back beside your head. you bite back a whimper as iwaizumi slowly stretches out your cunt. the sting is painful at first, but the slick of your arousal eases it with each movement iwaizumi makes.
your whimpers slowly turn into moans, and iwaizumi no longer needs to ask if you’re okay as he feels your walls begin to clench around his cock.
“cum on my cock, baby, that’s right,”
☀︎—keiji akaashi
akaashi is honored when you tell him that you want him to be your first,
so he’ll plan a really special night for you!
his bedroom is sweet n warm with dim lighting and a few candles lit, and his bedding is also nice n prepared with a towel
he’ll help undress you, and just the sight of your body leaves him speechless,,,
so he’d lightly trace his long fingers down your chest, leaving an airy almost nonexistent touch that has you squirming like crazy,,
he’s admiring every mole, scar, or birthmark that paints your body, and he’ll trace around it with his fingers,,,
but he’d especially fixate on your inner thighs, taking his sweet time before reaching your soaking wet panties and pulling them aside,
his touches are teasing, building you up at an agonizingly slow pace, watching your eyes for a reaction and only letting you come after he’s satisfied with his playtime,,,
the orgasm that he leaves you with is pleasurable beyond words, and before he knows it, you’re begging for him.
“i-i want more than your fingers, keiji, please,”
you beg so nicely with innocent eyes, cheeks flushing red because you’re unsure of how to properly ask him. but he offers you a soft smile before leaning down to press his lips against yours.
“only because you asked so sweetly,” akaashi murmurs in your ear, leaving wet kisses against your neck to distract from the pain of his cock stretching your cunt wide open.
you let out a small cry, and akaashi’s asking if everything’s okay, so you nod and bite your lip to muffle your whimpers. but then he’s reaching down to your clit, rolling circles around it in synch with his thrusts, and the pleasure that begins to build up is euphoric.
it’s difficult to process the mixture of pleasure and pain that you’re experiencing until you feel the coil in your stomach snap. you cry out that you’re cumming, and akaashi is reassuring you with encouragement and praise, biting back his own moans.
“you’re so good, y/n, just like that,”
☀︎—atsumu miya
atsumu is so eager to please you,
so he doesn’t get why you tense up as his wet kisses travel down your torso,
and when he twirls his finger around the band of your panties and pulls them down, your hand presses against his head to stop him.
now he’s wondering if he did anything wrong,
but one glance at your red cheeks and he knows that you just feel kinda embarrassed !! 🥺
so he reassures you that he only wants to pleasure you, and he moves your hand to his hair,
directing you to use his hair to move him as he circles his tongue against your clit,
soon enough, you find yourself grabbing at a thick tuft of atsumu’s hair, pulling him roughly against your dripping cunt and guiding him to your orgasm.
atsumu is licking at his lips when he lifts his head, and his expression is dazed with lust,
and when he notices that your eyes go directly to the tent forming in his pants, he knows exactly what you want.
“tsumu, it hurts,”
there are tears in the corners of your eyes, and the stinging pain is all you can fixate on. atsumu slows his pace, reaching his hand down to fiddle with your swollen clit, giving it the attention it needs.
you can’t help but moan as the rough pads of his fingers stimulate your bud, tightening the knot in your stomach.
“i’ve gotcha' pretty girl, but fuck, you're so tight,” atsumu groans, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck and chest as the both of you start to approach your highs.
the sounds of your wet cunt are vulgar, but you no longer feel any embarrassment as your walls tighten around atsumu’s cock, convulsing and twitching uncontrollably.
Pls don’t say you’re mediocre 🥺 your writing is incredible and I always get so happy seeing you come up in my notifications!! Oh and that last one you posted about the safe word? Immaculate bb like I’ve never seen anyone that could write so in character like you do. Thanks for the hard work you put in your writing and congrats on the milestone!!!!
🥺🥺🥺🥺 this almost made me cry!!!! i'm so uwu rn thank you for this mssg it really made me feel like my work is worth it<3 sometimes when my works aren't performing well in numbers i get down about my writing, but this means so much to me!! thank you - i'll keep writing and doing my best for u🥰❣️
request: heyo can i request a continuation of the safe word hcs with kuroo, atsumu and suna? loved the first one!
note: yes ofc! i like writing these hcs too🥰! sorry for the delay but i made it a little more uh.. smut-ty rather than fluff-y? this is way more nsfw than i have ever written on this blog so just a heads up if you’re not down for it! i just wanted to give it a try hehe~ i hope you like it<3 i lowkey went real off on kuroo, more than anybody else but what can i say
mentions/warnings: 18+/nsfw, fem!reader, degradation, hard dom, edging
part one (iwaizumi, tsukishima, oikawa)
☀︎—atsumu miya
atsumu’s smile is so sinful yet sweet.
he uses one of his hands to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear,
and the other rests at your clit, fingers rolling around in your slick and dipping inwards every so often as he pleases.
just enough to lure those needy whines out of your mouth
your hips begin rolling frantically as you squirm under his touch, but in one swift movement he’s pinning you down.
“y’know i can’t help you if you keep moving, baby,”
your whine in response is all he needs to hear as he continues his sick game,
teasing you, building you up slowly just to tear you down all at once as he pulls his fingers away.
at one point, the tips of his fingers meet your clit with a bit more pressure than he anticipates, and he sends you over just slightly before quickly pulling his fingers away.
“my bad,”
atsumu apologizes with more humor in his voice than remorse.
but the sting is unbearable as you clench around air hopelessly,
and his hands are refraining your own from reaching down to relieve your ache.
he doesn’t see the tears that slip your eyes, so nothing stops him as he slowly moves one of his hands back into position.
but all it takes is atsumu playfully tapping at your wetness a few times to make you cry out your safe word.
atsumu’s taken aback, eyes widened in a mixture of genuine alarm and concern.
“tsumu, i’m begging you. it hurts, please do something more,”
his expression softens and he plants a few soft kisses to your chest, murmuring his apologies.
but then he asks you what you want him to do, and you pull his face down, forcing his lips against yours before whispering that you need him to make you cum because you can’t take it anymore.
that’s all he needs to hear as he’s fumbling for the band of his sweatpants, a smile resurfacing on his lips and a mischievous glint resting in his eyes that has a breath hitched in your throat.
☀︎—tetsuro kuroo
kuroo’s expression is dark,
his eyes are lustful, and his lips are swollen and red from relentlessly gnashing them against yours.
there’s almost something in his gaze that’s feral, and when his rough hands are tearing at the buttons of your blouse,
you feel your body tense up as his lips and teeth simultaneously meet your neck, leaving marks that would remain for days.
“kitten, why don’t you tell me just who you belong to?”
his voice is gutteral and scratchy, muffled by his lips pressing harsh kisses down your chest.
“t-tetsu, i’m yours. i swear,”
but your whimpered words don’t appeal to him,
the only thought that lingers in his mind is the sight of you smiling, no, laughing with another man outside your workplace,
you, with sparkly eyes so innocent yet so taunting
and a skirt just short enough to attract the lecherous eyes of your male coworker.
even if you were totally unaware,
kuroo was fully aware, and he couldn’t hide it in the cold expression plastered to his face the moment you entered his car.
and now, his eyes continue to pierce into yours as he’s forcefully prying your legs open, two of his fingers thrusting and curling into you roughly just a few times before he’s fumbling to align himself against your hips,
your eyes are welling up in tears as he fucks you, and he’s muttering degrading slurs about how you looked like a filthy little slut in that skirt, flirting with a man who wasn’t him.
“hurts,” you whimper, the tears spilling out of the corner of your eyes,
but kuroo doesn’t hear you until you’re crying out “red” and letting sobs wrack your body.
and all at once, it seems like kuroo snaps out of the trance he’s been stuck in for an hour.
he’s gently prying himself off of you, falling to your side and cradling your face,
thumbs desperately wiping at your tears and lips planting gentle kisses on your hair, breathlessly whispering “sorry” over and over again
his heart is being tugged at each time he watches a tear fall from your face, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull you close to him, his arms securing you against his chest.
there’s a few moments of silence as the wetness in your eyes dries up,
but kuroo starts apologizing in a hush voice, listening to what you have to say and nodding as he takes note of every single thing you tell him.
kuroo’s sincerely apologetic. he knows you love him and he also trusts you with his whole heart, but he explains that he just let some place of hurt inside take over.
that night, he holds you in his arms, whispering sweet words and declarations of his love until the both of you begin to doze off.
☀︎—rintaro suna
ever since suna’s positioned himself on top of you, it doesn’t seem like a single word that has left his lips has been anything but an insult.
“what a needy slut, thinking you could get away with putting your hands on me like that in front of everybody else?”
“remember—you’re nothing but mine to use.”
his lips leave wet kisses trailing down your body, but they stop right at your sweet spot, leaving you whimpering helplessly for him.
but suna’s merciless.
he doesn’t make a sound as he aligns his hips with yours and begins fucking you at an agonizingly slow pace.
the burn from the stretch has you crying out, but your sounds are blocked out as suna begins muttering a slur of insults with each thrust.
his words are sharp, and if the physical pain wasn’t already enough, his words have your heart quivering with hurt.
with each thrust and curse thrown at you, the sensation you experience is becoming nothing pleasurable,
so finally your lips just barely make out your safe word,
but they do, and suna’s eyes read them with ease.
he stops immediately, easing himself out of you and falling to your side.
one of his hands makes its way to cradle your cheek, his thumb pressed at the corner of your eye to stop the tears from falling.
your eyes are closed, and you feel embarrassment take over your cheeks as they flush with warmth.
“hey, look at me.”
suna’s voice is tinged with concern, and he’s not sure how to respond when you don’t listen to him as you clench your eyes shut tighter.
but you don’t stop him when he pulls you against his chest, resting his chin on top of your head.
he’s apologizing, reassuring you that he doesn’t mean the things he says, and that he’s sorry for getting carried away. and he’ll murmur that he loves you—a phrase he typically prefers to show, not say.
with that, he’ll wait with you in the quiet until you feel comfortable enough to pull your head back and open your eyes to meet his.
you tell him you love him, but you explain how it was just getting all too much in the moment,
and suna nods, the corners of his lips pulled upwards to form a soft smile when he hears you say that you love him.
you two will have a serious talk about this later, but for now, you fall back into suna’s embrace,
and he’ll gladly hold you for as long as you’d like before he helps clean you up and pamper you for the night.
Hi! So I’m the anon who requested the international student!reader fic and I think my request might have been the one you were referring to in your post. I’m terribly sorry i didn’t realize you don’t accept fic requests. If it’s easier for you to write it as a headcanon that’s great, if not it’s ok if you wanna scrap it :) excited to see what else you put out there
no no it’s totally ok!!!!!! i just got kinda scared with the influx of requests, and i felt like writing a good quality fic for you would be difficult :( i can see if i can turn it into a drabble if that’s ok? thank you for your request as always<3
Hello can I request a fic where reader was also invited to the all-japan training camp as a manager and all the guys are lowkey flirting with her and trying to impress her. And like at dinner maybe she doesn’t have anyone to sit with and Kageyama invites her over and they become really good friends and he realizes how bubbly and sweet she is (during a game when she’s full manager mode she’s often super concentrated). Maybe she becomes friends with all the boys and her and Kageyama start dating at the end :)
synopsis: you're volunteering at the all-japan youth training camp, and you actually make some friendly admirers along the way. but there’s one black-haired, frowny setter boy who stands out the most to you.
word count: 1.3k
mentions: pure fluff, gender neutral volleyball player!reader, cw food/eating
even if it meant taking off a week from your own training, it was beyond exciting to volunteer for the all-japan youth training camp—but as much as you tried to remind yourself that this was a priceless opportunity, you were inevitably envious of those who would actually get to play this week.
so here you were, strolling towards the front of the ajinomoto national training center with your hands shoved deep into your winter coat pockets, a wool scarf engulfing the lower half of your face, and a scowl resting on your lips as you huff and puff against the itchy fabric, pondering about how great it would feel to be in uniform instead of typical winter clothing.
“someone’s a lil’ cold, aren’t they?”
you hear a man chuckle behind you, and you feel your cheeks burn up as you turn around and catch sight of a tall, blonde boy sporting a clean black undercut and a teasing smile. he walks quickly, but once he reaches you, he slows down to match your pace, taking his hands out of his tracksuit pockets to cross his arms.
“what’s a cutie like you doing here? it doesn’t look like yer here for the camp,” he remarks, leaning forwards to catch a peek of your frowning face shielded by the hood of your coat.
you mutter under your breath that you’re volunteering at the camp to catch balls and do some other dumb tasks rather than actually playing, and he smiles slyly.
“work hard then ‘cause you’ll still hav’ to keep up with me.”
you could’ve sworn that he winked at you before he nonchalantly sped up his pace and entered the building. what an ass, you thought to yourself, silently cursing him as you reach the front doors.
but as you enter the main gymnasium, the sight of the huge volleyball courts and the flat screen television live broadcasting the entire gym leave you speechless and forgetful of the encounter that occurred just moments ago. you can’t help but gape open-mouthed at your surroundings as you stand in the middle of the two courts and take in the sight of everything from the huge light fixtures dangling above to the multitude of players warming up.
there’s a tap on your shoulder, and a boy with floppy chestnut hair and thick, round eyebrows is grinning sheepishly at you.
“are you lost?”
at this moment, your cheeks flare up again when you realize that you’re the only one in the whole gymnasium bundled up in thick winter clothing. and with that, you notice that many of the boys in the room are glaring at you confusedly too.
“oh no, i-i’m just a volunteer,”
you smile politely back at the boy, frantically pulling off your coat and scarf and bowing your head towards him. he looks like he’s about to introduce himself and extend his hand, but you’re already rushing towards the front of the gymnasium to meet with the coordinator and escape the eyes that seem to follow you everywhere.
quickly after the coach introduces himself and delivers a typical motivational spiel, the boys of the camp are warming up and playing practice sets. you stand at the end of one of the courts, intently following the ball with your eyes and thoroughly tracking the players and their next moves.
as the morning progresses, you learn the names of many of the players—from atsumu the prick you met outside the training center to komori the sweet boy who initially asked if you were lost. but there’s one boy who draws your attention the most out of everyone in the room.
whether it’s admiration for his skill or just solely physical attraction or a combination of both, you can’t take your eyes off of tobio kageyama.
so much so that one time the ball actually comes straight at your face and takes your eyes off of him for you. and unfortunately for you, the boys see this happen—so you’re almost certain that at this point they must think you’re an absolute fool.
but you’re actually unaware of how some of them steal admirable glances at you during breaks or leave their fingers lingering over yours for a few seconds too long as you hand them a water bottle. or even the select few of them (looking at atsumu) that like to check your expression as soon as they pull off an impressive play.
the boys of the training camp think your intense game expression and devotion to the game is more adorable than anything, and so you actually slowly find yourself warming up to casual conversation with the ones who approach you.
actually, you warm up to nearly all of them except for kageyama—the first year player from karasuno with messy black hair and cold eyes focused on setting and really nothing else.
honestly, it isn’t until lunch that he even takes notice of you.
sitting alone at a table and sipping milk through a straw, the setter is caught off guard when his eyes meet yours. he’s a bit startled at first by your intense and enthusiastic glare, reminding him of a certain orange-haired doofus back at home.
but when he processes that you’re just looking for a spot to sit, he absentmindedly scoots over and shifts his tray (even though the entire table he’s sitting at is empty). the poor boy blushes and glances down when he notices how dumb he probably appears to look, but what he doesn’t see is the grin that crosses your face as you approach his table.
you introduce yourself first, and before kageyama has the chance to introduce himself, you blabber that you know who he is and also how talented he is and now both of you sport flushed cheeks and the inability to make eye contact.
however, as you attempt to make conversation and start talking about your own volleyball team and teammates, his ears perk up and he’s listening intently.
and with that, your conversation begins to bounce back and forth as he starts to talk about his team too—about hinata “the wannabe ace” to tsukishima the “unnecessarily tall, four eyed jerk” to just about everyone else on his team.
lunch goes by quickly that day. a little too quickly, in kageyama’s opinion.
but as the days go by, and with each lunch that passes, the two of you grow to know each other better—you learn about the time hinata served directly into kageyama’s head, and the two of you share a lot of good laughs about mishaps. your conversations even sometimes draw the attention of other guys at the camp who occasionally join you at the table, only to be deterred by the fact that kageyama’s eyes are only for you and vice versa.
when the final day of camp arrives, your friendship with kageyama is set in stone the moment you hand him an extra milk carton that you picked up from the lunch line. he feels the same warmth rush to his cheeks as it did the first day when you sat with him, and he murmurs his appreciation with his eyes avoiding yours, solely making eye contact with the cow on the milk carton.
before practice ends that day, you muster up the courage to scribble your number down on the back of a paper, crumple it up, and shove it into kageyama’s palm in passing.
“maybe i’ll see you around, country bumpkin?”
and as the tips of his ears go bright red and a soft smile graces his lips, you know this won’t be the last time you’ll hear from tobio kageyama.
hello~ i’ve gotten two requests for fics, and they’re great ideas! but they are a bit complex, so i’m not sure i can do them complete justice 😅 i’ll be posting one of them today as a oneshot, but the other one i don’t know if i feel comfortable writing since i don’t know how things would work out logistically.
i’m new to having a writing blog but personally, i’d prefer to reserve writing a full length fic or oneshot based off my own ideas/expressions. i hope that’s OK, but feel free to request headcanons or drabbles once my requests open again!<33
i made this edit to the rules page if you wanna check it out for future reference! thank you🥺
your home doesn’t feel warm when you return. of course you don’t expect it to, not when the man who was your home, your whole life, your warmth and your sun is six feet underground in a coffin. it was a struggle to move back home- you almost didn’t think you could return to a house stained with memories of your lover, always just memories now but you had to, there was nowhere else to go. it’d been so long and it felt so cold to walk through the same hallway, go into your old bedroom and gaze at the bed you hadn’t slept in for months, the bed he wouldn’t ever sleep in again.
it felt cold. but that wasn’t just the only reason.
you and yamaguchi had been thrilled when you first bought the house. it was a victory to pick up the keys, to step into the threshold of your new home- the place you’d build up together from your own love, where you’d grow a family and grow old together. your own sphere of nothing but happiness and utter love.
“i’m so excited for us.” yamaguchi smiled, wrapping his arms around you as you inhaled the fresh scent of your new home. you were excited too- shopping every weekend with him for bright ornaments and fridge magnets to fill your life with character; choosing favourite photographs of each other to frame and hang on the walls; cooking together every night in your kitchen and just feeling that perfect sense of domesticity, the perfect calmness, the perfect life.
that was until you woke up one morning to a coldness in your arms. yamaguchi didn’t wake at all.
you’ll never forget that night before. so tired from work you refused to watch the movie yamaguchi had picked out, insisting you wanted to sleep as his face fell with disappointment and he was left alone in the living room with a bowl of buttery popcorn to eat by himself. it was salty, your favourite flavour, the flavour he didn’t like. that night when he crawled into bed beside you and wrapped his arms around you, he snuggled his face into your shoulder, pressing himself as close as he could to your body.
“goodnight, y/n. i love you.” drowsy and irritable with sleepiness, you only hummed in reply before you turned over to face the other side, pulling your body out of yamaguchi’s hold.
you wished you could’ve returned his words that night. it would’ve been the last thing he’d heard before he drifted out of this world forever. instead he got nothing.
you feel like eyes are piercing into you as you walk down the hallway, footsteps echoing and anxiety bubbling in your stomach.
“no,” you say softly, gazing around at empty walls with little holes where the frames used to hang. “you’re just not used to this.”
that doesn’t explain why the footsteps don’t stop even when you’ve stopped walking.
you think things would get better as time goes on but even after weeks, nothing feels right anymore, even if you try to force yourself to stay in that house- yours and yamaguchi’s home. except it wasn’t his anymore and you’re not sure whether it’s yours either.
disembodied footsteps trail after you, lights flicker, crackling on phones when you pick up to hear no one on the line, creaking floorboards when you’re alone and a misty voice that seems to call out for you. the iciness that floods you randomly when you’re cooking or reading...or when you’re opening up the box of yamaguchi’s things, smelling the soft, faintly familiar scent of his clinging to his old black karasuno hoodie and you’re smiling at photographs of his beaming, freckled face. things you place in a particular spot vanish into thin air, your house alarm blares in the dead of the night when no one’s making movement, the nightmares that leave you waking up in a cold sweat with a heavy sense of dread eating away at you..that unmistakable hand print on a mirror steamed with condensation when you leave the shower.
you’re not alone.
yamaguchi isn’t alone either. he remembers drifting off to sleep one day- and he never woke. he remembers the lightless feeling possessing him as he stared down at his cold body, lips tinged blue and skin waxy as you sobbed beside him, shaking him, begging him to wake. it was like being gagged and bound, how he tried to scream your name, to reach out for you and hold you but you couldn’t see him, you couldn’t hear him. it was all over.
the home he was trying to build with you became his lonely prison. every day, every night, every infinite moment of being awake but not being alive, yamaguchi trailed around the house wishing he was with you. he’s lifeless in spirit but so weighed down with heartbreak, of knowing he’d love you for the eternity he’s trapped on earth but never being able to touch you, see you, speak to you, love you the same. you were the one, his soulmate. and he was yours, only death had severed the red string that bound you both.
the day you came back yamaguchi had never felt so thrilled.
“y/n! y/n!” he calls out, standing in front of you beaming as he reaches out for you. so beautiful. you’re sad, eyes dulled with grief, but you’re always beautiful to yamaguchi. his dead heart still beats for you. but you don’t see him. your eyes pass right over him and you walk right through the mist that he’s now reduced to. it’s funny- he has no heart and no internal organs, but it hurts so bad- that piercing pain that burns within him when the love of his life ignores him.
every day is miserable. it should feel happy, bright, hopeful again that you’re back home with him and he can admire your beauty and smell your sweet scent and feel your warmth and hear your beautiful voice that was growing fainter and fainter each day in his head. it’s rejuvenating.
but it’s also torture.
yamaguchi hates the pain he’s inflicting on you- but also himself- when he sees how you wake with terror every night at three am when he’s stood by the edge of your bed, watching you sleep every night. he hates not being able to feel your warm, soft skin when he reaches out to hug you, only you shiver, your face paling as if you sense something wrong, something unnatural. he tries to catch your attention- falling books and opening doors and flickering the lights, especially when you’re speaking to yourself, when you’re speaking like how you used to him, but it doesn’t work. you just always tremble, like you’re scared. yamaguchi hates it, he doesn’t want you to fear him, you need to know it’s just him, your former lover reaching out for you but there’s nothing he can do.
he tries to speak to you.
“i think you look stunning, y/n.” he’ll say when you’re getting ready in front of the mirror. he’ll make jokes about the tv show you’re watching and tell you how much he loves- no, loved- your cooking when you’re dining every evening alone. he just wants it to feel like it’s back to normal. like nothing ever happened, like he isn’t dead and that you still love each other because he’s sure you do. but you don’t listen. you don’t hear him. you can’t. and yamaguchi never thought as a weightless being not even on the brink of existence, he could feel such hopeless, heartbreaking loneliness.
yamaguchi also never thought the flimsy boundaries between life and dead could ever break.
he’s standing behind you, gazing at you softly with his green eyes when you suddenly freeze, the perfume bottle you’re holding flattering to the floor with a clatter as you stare directly at him. utter fear fills your face, your hands trembling and yamaguchi wants to cry despite how tight his throat feels, he just needs you to know it’s him. you don’t have to be scared, staring at him, frozen with how petrified you are.
“tadashi?”
a warmth yamaguchi hadn’t felt since the night he breathed his last breath beside you fills him as he edges closer, his face stretching out into a grin. he can’t see himself in the mirror but you’re reaching out towards it, your eyes glassy as they fill with tears. “tadashi-” your voice breaks with tears, your shaking hands pressed against the cold, reflective glass as if you press hard enough against it you’ll be able to clutch him, grasp him one more time. you wish you did it that last ever night, you wish you could smell his honey shampoo one more time and press kisses to the freckles on his warm cheeks. you just wish but as you scrape at that misty figure in the reflection, only feeling cold glass, you know it’ll never happen.
“i love you. i’m sorry.” you whisper to the fading figure of your past lover, the man you can now only love in memories. yamaguchi smiles back at you, reaching out to place his transparent hand on your shoulder. nothing. he can’t touch you, but you don’t shiver at the freezing cold that makes the blood in your veins ice.
“i’m sorry too.” for leaving you, for time being cut short, for not being there with you anymore. “but i’m here. always.”
the big, cold house doesn’t seem so lonely anymore, for both you and yamaguchi. you speak to a silence but leave pauses because you know yamaguchi’s responding, you know that even if you can’t see him he’s there. it’s almost comical to be able to groan at the flickering lights or the missing television remote and know he’s playing games again.
“cut it out, tadashi!” you’ll call out and the lights steady and the tv remote is back there on the coffee table. the floorboards that creak under the weight of nothing, the flickering lights, the sense of being watched by an empty dark room at witching hour, it becomes a reminder of the fact that even if he’s passed, yamaguchi is always with you.
Would you be willing to write for Kunimi or Yaku 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
hi love! i actually don't have kunimi or yaku listed because i'm not totally confident in their characterization :/// my biggest fear is mischaracterizing - but i think i would be willing to do some research and try my best to write if you'd really like to see it<3 it may just take some more time😅
hey! im the anon who rq the first date headcanons and they were so cute i loved them!!! esp osamus idk his had me feeling some typa way haha i just wanted to ask, bc the link you have to your rules post takes me to the masterlist instead and im not sure if its just me?? i just can't find the rules heh anyways thanks you sm for writing my request i can't wait to keep reading more of your stuff!!
ahhh thank you for your feedback!!! i appreciate it so much, and i'm glad you liked it❤️🥺
my rules should be located @ oinkawa-bb.tumblr.com/rules :) i'm not sure why it isn't working bc it should take you to the rules page on the actual website on a browser :/ lmk if you still can't find it!! <333
summary ; not all love stories end in a happily ever after
pairing ; miya atsumu x gn!reader
genre ; angst to the core
warnings ; none :)
word count ; 857
from kieran ; first fic on here , i’m hoping this is good 😭 my friends threatened hyped me into posting this so thank them i guess ? djnwks anyways y'all can get to reading
oh and title creds go to my mamacita sammy ;) ( follow her , her @ is cadekagi !! )
if we could turn back time, would i have still fallen for you?
Thx even if the chars aren't even real it still brings hope hahah and ty for changing it into a drabble really appreciate it tysm
Hope u hav a great day/evening
it's morning where i am, and i am so glad to wake up to your sweet mssg anon<3 i'm glad you liked it, and i hope you can love yourself as much as i do!!❤️🥺 and kuroo hehe
trick or treat headcanons | goshiki, kenma, semi & tsukishima
day 4/9 of candy corn
❥goshiki tsutomu:
this sweet baby is really excited to go trick or treating with you because halloween is one of his favourite holidays- and with you, it’s so much better!
he goes for a classic ghost costume, looking spooky enough in the white sheet with the holes cut out for eyes whilst being utterly obsessed with your witch/wizard costume
“you look so good, y/n.” he’ll gasp, dark eyes wide and practically sparkling. “maybe we should’ve matched?” he looks a little disappointed so you quickly grasp his hand, beaming at him
“i think you look great! now come on, i want candy!”
he holds your hand the entire time walking through the neighbourhood, his eyes wide as he admires the jack-o-lanterns and the creepy decor people have decorated their porches with
screams ‘trick-or-treat’ the loudest at every door because he’s so excited but gets flustered and panics, tensing with his face falling when someone says they want a ‘trick’
“we don’t have a trick, y/n, what do we do?” he mutters worriedly, leaving you to come up with an empty threat to the homeowner
i think he lowkey has weird tastebuds…so he’ll be offering to eat all the candy you don’t like
“i’ll take that, y/n!” he’ll grin, taking the mars bars and candy corn from your bag as you stare at him with incredulous wonder
definitely overeats and you have to give him water and massage his forehead when he’s pale and nauseous from the amount of candy he’s ate
