Synopsis: You wake up in the morning after sleeping next to them the night before
Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou and Akaashi Keiji (separately) x gn! reader
Style/Genre: headcanons; fluff (✿◠‿◠)
Warnings: a bit of swearing
Kuroo Tetsurou
You wake up to the feeling of someone nuzzling their face into your neck
You and Kuroo had stayed up late watching horror movies in his bed last night. Your silly boyfriend always pretended to be unfazed at the beginning of the film, but by the end he had cuddled up in your arms with his head under the blanket lmao typical
A soft mouth trails even softer kisses up the side of your neck, quiet breaths tickling your cheek
Kuroo wraps his arm around your waist, tugging your back flush against his warm chest
“Tetsu, I’m sleeping.”
“Let me hold you, kitten,” Kuroo whispers. “You can sleep later.”
“Tetsurou,” you say seriously. “I have something to tell you. I want you to know that this is coming from the bottom of my heart and that I really, truly mean it.”
At your words, he immediately tightens his hold on you, eager to hear what you have to say. “What is it, babe?”
“Shut the fuck up ❤️.”
*Insert pouty Kuroo*
“Fine, kitten. I guess you don’t need my help studying for that chemistry test next week.”
You sigh and grudgingly plant a kiss on his cheek
“That’s what I thought,” he says smugly.
Sitting up, you try to get out of his tight embrace
“Wait!” Kuroo blurts out. He pulls you back into bed and presses a soft kiss onto the crown of your head. “Stay.”
“That’s what I thought,” you remark, imitating his previous comment with a laugh.
“Shut the fuck up ❤️,” he replies.
Akaashi Keiji
Akaashi Keiji never looked more beautiful than when he was asleep
Golden sunlight peeked through the sliver of an opening between the curtains in your bedroom as you peered down at your tired boyfriend
He was constantly working so hard in school, not only having to keep up his good grades, but also having to babysit Bokuto and help him with his schoolwork
You gently brushed a black lock of hair from his forehead, taking in his angelic face
“Keiji,” you whispered, softly caressing his cheek. “I love you so much. You are enough. Please don’t ever stop being you.”
Long, dark lashes parted slightly to reveal piercing blue eyes
“Oh!” You exclaimed, startled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Heat crept up your neck as you realized that your boyfriend probably heard what you had said
You weren’t usually that expressive with your words, and you were somewhat alarmed that what you had said was now out in the ether
“You didn’t,” Akaashi murmured in his seductive morning voice.
He brought one hand up to cover the one you had on his cheek and intertwined your fingers with his
“Go back to sleep,” you told him. “You deserve some rest.”
Lightly running his fingers up and down your arm, he shut his eyes again
His hand closed around your wrist and Akaashi tugged you against him so that your head was tucked safely underneath his
“Sleep with me,” he said, almost inaudibly. not like that you perverts!!!!
You nestled in his arms, comforted by the steady beat of his heart
“I love you, too,” Akaashi told you as he traced circles on your back.
Daichi is so protective of you and hates to see you upset
But he knows that you need to get your flu shot in order to stay healthy
He’ll let you hold his hand or his giant bicep hehe
This man will make sure you get a nurse you’re comfortable with. If you don’t feel like the person administering your shot is gentle or nice enough, Daichi will come to the rescue and ask for someone else to do it
He will distract you as you are getting it
“Look at me. Eyes on me, baby.” screams internally
Takes you out for ice cream after because he’s a gentleman
Tsukishima Kei
Sorry to break it to you, but he thinks you’re a loser
“It’s just bloodwork, Y/n. What’s the big deal?”
You complain about your doctor’s appointment to him and he really just does not want to listen to it
He still comes with you to your appointment though
Once he sees you anxiously bouncing your leg and sweating profusely, Tsukishima starts to get a little worried
He thought you were just exaggerating typical
Rests his hand on your knee for moral support while the nurse inserts the needle into your inner elbow
Will talk about dinosaurs to make you smile
“Did you know that Sauropods used to fart a lot due to gas-producing bacteria in their stomachs?”
Holds your hand the entire ride home because he’s proud of you
He plans to bring his headphones for you the next time you go to the doctor ≧◡≦
Yamaguchi Tadashi
YamaGucci recently got over his own fear of needles
He knows exactly how scary it is and reminds you that it “doesn’t hurt that much” and “it’s only a pinch” i want my own yamaguchi
Babey holds both of your hands the whole time (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
He rubs circles onto them with his thumbs
Hums softly as you wait for the nurse to enter the room
Tells you how proud he is after you get the shots
He will give you so many cuddles when you get back home
“I love you Y/n! I’m so proud of you.”
Cooks you dinner because he knows your arm will be sore (ㄒoㄒ)
Pairings: Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shouyou (separately) x gender neutral! reader
Style: drabble
Genre: fluff, angst if you squint
Word Count: 1.1K
Warnings: slight angst for Kageyama
Kageyama Tobio
“Ugh, where is it?”
You had been frantically searching for your homework in your overflowing book bag for the past minute as your history teacher waited, arms crossed, in front of your desk.
“L/n, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to count it as late. Maybe if you were more organized it wouldn’t have come to this.”
As if on cue, the bell rang and class was dismissed. You had stayed up late writing your history paper that was due today, which resulted in you sleeping in and almost missing the bus. You had been rushed this morning and didn’t neatly put your homework into your bag as you normally did. And now, the paper you had spent so long working on would be counted as late.
Tears flooded your vision as you walked out of the classroom. It was lunchtime now, and on a typical day you would have headed towards the cafeteria to eat with your friends. But instead you altered your course and began to trudge in the direction of the gyms. At least nobody would bother you out there.
Leaning against the cold outer wall of Gym A, you slid down until you were curled into a ball on the ground. Sobs wracked your body. School had been difficult for you this year, seeing as you had been placed in Class 1-5, which was a college prep level. Somehow your teacher seemed to be getting less and less understanding, and you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to maintain your GPA for.
As your thoughts began their downward spiral, you felt someone trip and fall over your outstretched foot. You lifted your head and you were met with startling blue eyes.
“I’m sorry, I was in the way-”
“No, it’s my fault,” the boy said. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
He began to stand up, but stopped as he noticed his carton of milk splattered all over the concrete. You heard him swear lightly under his breath.
Wiping your red eyes, you picked up the empty carton and tossed it in the nearest trash can. The vending machine was just a few steps away, so you plodded over to it and bought two milks.
“Thanks,” he murmured as you handed him one of them. The two of you sat in silence sipping your drinks, the cool September breeze setting goosebumps upon your skin.
A few hours later, as you laid in bed, your mind drifted back to the boy with the blue eyes. Maybe you would see him again.
Halfway across town, the boy with blue eyes tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep. Grabbing his trusty bedside volleyball, he brought it into his embrace and tried once more to find rest. He dreamt of you that night.
Hinata Shouyou
“L/n could you stay after class for a minute?”
You glanced up at your teacher as you finished packing up your bag after the last class of the day. “Of course,” you said cheerfully.
You were in Class 1-5, and had the best grades out of all the students in it. Occasionally, you were asked to tutor students in lower classes, not only due to your high GPA but also because of your outgoing personality. Nobody felt stupid or less-than when they were around you, which was one of the reasons why you made such a great peer tutor.
“I have another assignment for you, if you don’t mind.” Your teacher began. “There is a student in Class 1-1 who needs some help raising their grades. Hopefully you can help them to do so. Here’s their information.”
She handed you a slip of paper with a name and contact information on it.
“Okay, I’ll contact him later today,” you told her as you left the classroom. Grabbing your cellphone from your pocket, you typed in the number and sent a text to the student.
Hi! My name is L/n Y/n, and I’ll be your peer tutor. Please let me know when and where to meet up for our first session.
You’re about to put your phone away when it buzzes, alerting you of a text message.
Unknown number: HELLO IM HINATA THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I AM VERY GRATEFUL FOR YOUR HELP!!!!!!!!!! 😁😁😁😁😁😁ARE YOU FREE TODAY AT 3PM????? WE CAN MEET AT THE LIBRARY!!!!!!
A laugh escaped your lips as you reread the message. This boy seemed rather odd, but at least he was actually interested in doing the work. You responded to Hinata, letting him know that you would meet him then. School got out at 2:45pm, so you made your way over to the library and sat down at an empty table.
Five minutes passed, then ten, then twenty. It was 3:05pm, and Hinata was late. Of course, it wasn’t by much, so you took a deep breath and tried not to stress over it.
A little while later, you peeked at the clock hanging on the far wall. It read 3:08. You reached for your phone to check for any messages, but a sparkling voice halted your actions.
“I’m so sorry! I got caught up with my club activities,” the voice said. “I’m Hinata Shouyou.”
Your eyes roamed over him, taking in his soft orange hair, his gleaming smile, and the messy papers falling out of his bag.
“Don’t worry about it,” you told him. “Let's get started.”
It turned out that Hinata needed quite a lot of help in every subject. His worst class was English. Thankfully, that one was your best.
“Hmm, I think your biggest issue is actually organization,” you told him, eyeing his disheveled textbooks and notes.
“Oops,” he said, eyes bright with laughter.
You took your time showing him how to keep track of due dates for assignments, how to take neat, understandable notes, and how to properly study for exams. All throughout his tutoring session, Hinata listened eagerly as you spoke. He truly did seem to care for his grades; he was just busy.
“Wow, L/n! You’re so helpful! Thank you so much!” He exclaimed after a few hours of working together. He stood abruptly and bowed deeply.
“Oh, no problem, Hinata! I’m glad to help,” you said, somewhat surprised. “I look forward to working with you again.”
A blush settled upon his face as he righted himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Hinata squeaked, running off to practice.
You smiled to yourself, noticing the fluttering feeling in your stomach. Putting away your teaching materials, you secretly hoped that he felt the same way.
Synopsis: You are on the metro and they come to your rescue.
Pairings: Aone Takanobu and Tendou Satori (separately) x fem!reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: sexual harassment
Word count: 1.5K words
Author’s Note: Ignore the fact that the reader is taking the metro to Shiratorizawa. I know that it’s a boarding school but just for the sake of the story let’s pretend it’s not (✿◠‿◠)
Aone Takanobu
you are a second year at date tech
every day you have to take the metro to school because you live kind of far away
you are always on the train around rush hour in the morning because people with office jobs are trying to get around the city as well
one day on your way to school you actually find a train car with fewer people on it, which usually doesn’t happen
you see an open seat next to a tall, angry-looking boy, who happens to be sporting the uniform for date tech
you sit in silence for a few stops until you decide to say something because you still have a long ride ahead of you
“do you also go to date tech?”
the stoic boy does not even bother to look over at you as he simply nods his head once in response
you brustle a bit at his refusal to speak to you, but you continue to try and have a conversation
“i’m a second year student. are you one, too?”
again, he only gives you a nod in response to the question. but this time, his hard gaze slides to his right and lands on you
your stomach drops as you become aware of how scary the boy sitting next to you actually is
but then you see his gaze soften and a pink blush appears on his cheeks
he looks down quickly in order to hide his embarrassment
“my name is y/n.”
the boy still has a red face when you say this, and he won’t look up
maybe he’s just shy, you think
“what’s yours?” you ask him
he finally looks back at you warily
“aone takanobu.” uwu
you can’t seem to keep a smile from sliding onto your face. his name is so cute in comparison to his frightening exterior 🥺
“well aone, it’s nice to meet you.”
before he can respond, an older man sits down on your other side
the smell of cigarettes and b.o. wafts from him, entering your nostrils
you try to scoot away from him, but there’s not much room on your left, seeing as aone is a hulking giant of a person and takes up a lot of space
the dirty man begins to trail his hand along the hem of your skirt, occasionally rubbing the material between his fingers
you tense up immediately, and instinctively grab onto aone’s massive arm
aone is a pretty observant person and knew exactly when the man sat down next to you that he would be a problem
shy baby was just hyping himself up and making sure that you actually wanted him to intervene on your behalf
but after you reach for him, aone knows that it would be okay for him to do something
in one movement, he lifts you up off of your seat (much to the surprise of your harasser) and slides over to sit where you just were. aone then carefully places you down on his other side, positioning a protective arm around your shoulders
the sleazy man takes one look at the giant middle blocker to his left and gets off at the next stop
now that the man has gone, aone begins to remove his arm, but you place your small hand atop his large one, causing him to cease his motion and leave his arm there
you give your silent thanks to him, feeling eternally grateful that he was on the train today
finally you arrive at your stop for school
as you walk off the train, you gather enough confidence to ask him to stay with you
“um, aone… would it be alright if I stayed with you on the metro from now on?”
you turn your head upwards and see him nod once, but this time you know that he isn’t indifferent, he is just a man of few words
you smile and look away, happy to have made a new adorable friend
it’s too bad that you look away from him so soon though, because you miss the small smile that graces his face at the thought of being able to see you every day
Tendou Satori
you had moved schools right before your third year of high school
your old school, Aoba Johsai, was not as academically challenging as you had hoped, and you switched to Shiratorizawa for your last year before graduation
you were not used to taking the train to school because Seijoh was much closer to your house, and was within walking distance. now, it would take you at least an hour to walk, so you decided you needed a better mode of transportation
on your first day of of school, you are running late so by the time you make it to the train station, it’s already packed
hopping onto the next train, you find that even the cars are full of people and you’re forced to stand
you reach for the nearest handrail and pray that you’ll make it to class on time
as people continue to get on and off, you become more surrounded by other passengers, ending up away from the train doors and right in the middle of the car
a creepy-looking man, who has been on the metro since you got on, slowly makes his way towards you
you are on your phone to distract yourself from all the people around you, whom, in your opinion, are way too close
the moment you open on your messages app, you feel a hand come around your body from behind and land on your waist
shocked, you stiffen and look down at where the stranger is touching you
the old, hairy hand is making its way down the front of your skirt and you look back up to try and make eye contact with someone in a silent plea for help
due to the train being filled to capacity, nobody can really tell that you are being fondled by this creep, and nobody is looking your way
at this point you are panicking because you still have at least ten minutes until your stop and there’s no way you can take a different train because you’ll be late to school
the man has almost reached the waistband of your underwear when his hand is suddenly yanked out of your skirt
you whirl around at the absence of him and come face to face with your red-headed savior. well, it’s more like face to chest because he’s much taller than you
his long, handsome fingers are tightly wrapped around the perpetrators wrist
“and what, exactly, do you think you’re doing?” the stranger demands savagely
the man just stares up at him, fumbling to come up with an explanation
“the only person allowed to put their hands on her is me.” the boy looks as if he could snap your harasser’s wrist with his anger alone
you flush at his words, butterflies filling your previously empty stomach
he drops the man’s wrist and reaches out to gently circle your waist, bringing you flush against him
the scent of lilacs envelopes you, and you realize it’s coming from him
“leave now,” he says dangerously
the old pervert makes his way across the busy train car in an attempt to get far away from you and your protector
“thank you” you say to him. “i really don’t know what i would’ve done without you”
the handsome boy smiles down at you. “well then it’s a good thing i was here, isn’t it?”
pink tints your cheeks as you realize that his arm is still around you, and had been joined at some point by the other one
at your blush, he pulls you infinitesimally closer
“i see you also go to Shiratorizawa” he says, eyeing your uniform
“oh, yeah. it’s my first year there because i transferred schools. i’m a third year.”
his eyes light up at this statement
“i guess that means you’ll need a tour guide then. i’m tendou satori, happy to be of service”
tendou tries to do a mock bow, but he’s still holding you so it doesn’t really work
you let out a laugh and his smile grows
“thank you for the offer, tendou,” you say. “i think i’ll take you up on it.”
“there are rules though,” he says sweetly
“what kind of rules?”
“the first one is that you can’t ride the metro alone,” he smirks, “you’ll have to stay with me.”
“well i guess that’s not so bad,” you say as heat creeps up your neck.
the train finally reaches your stop, tendou keeping one arm around you as you make your way through the crowd of people
“oh, by the way, i never caught your name”
“it’s y/n”
his face freezes, lips slightly parted, eyes wide.
“what?” you ask, concerned
there is a long moment before he speaks. “pretty..” tendou murmurs
Synopsis: Iwaizumi finds a pair of your oversized jeans on your bedroom floor and thinks they belong to another guy.
Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader
Genre: ✨fluff✨
Warnings: mentions of cheating (╥_╥)
Word Count: 869 words
Iwaizumi Hajime
you and iwaizumi have been dating for few months now
you two were in the same class and after being assigned to work together on a project he finally confessed his feelings to you one day with a bouquet of flowers and red coating his cheeks
you have sleepovers every friday night and you alternate houses each week
he still goes to volleyball practice though because he’s a good boy
“hey babe you’re still coming over tonight right?” you text him
he replies quickly (probably during a water break) “yeah, i’ll be there around 6”
you stayed at his place last week so you haven’t felt the need to clean your room since the last sleepover at your house two weeks prior
midterms are coming up soon so you are in the middle of studying when you finally check the time
it’s 5:27pm and you scramble to begin the slow process of tidying your hovel of a bedroom
iwa is generally someone who is on time everywhere so you think it will be ok by the time he gets there
~wELL~（ミ￣ー￣ミ）
he wants to surprise you with pastries from your favorite bakery in town he’s a big softie and comes knocking on your front door only a few minutes after you begin cleaning
adrenaline and panic shoot through your veins as you realize he’s standing on your porch right now waiting for you to open the door
your parents are visiting family this weekend so you can’t ask your mom to stall him for you
opening the door, you see him standing there with the food in one hand and his overnight bag in the other. a gentle smile is on his face, just for you
“are you going to let me in or am i just gonna stand out here all night?”
he takes off his shoes when he steps inside and sets the pastries on your kitchen counter
he opens the bag and starts showing you everything he bought (◕﹏◕✿) babey is so soft for you
you have to explain that your room is still messy so you’ll have to wait to eat :(
big man iwaizumi has a burning need to spoil his little princess so he insists on helping you clean
remember to thank him later ;)
the two of you enter your room and you both begin to pick up clothes from the floor
as you reach for a shirt under your bed, iwa (unknownst to you) stumbles across a pair of your jeans
now, this is not a regular pair → ~it’s your favorite~ hehe and you thrifted them a couple months ago from the men’s section of your local thrift store
aka they’re huge
but iwa, being unaware of your shopping habits, takes one look at the label and feels his heart drop
he was planning on telling you that he loved you uwu tonight
after seeing the pants though he wants to cry into his pillow o(╥﹏╥)o or punch flattykawa
iwa has always been a little insecure due to his friendship with oikawa, so he is very upset by the thought that you would want someone else instead of him
he can’t help the hardness in his voice when he asks you whose pants those are
“y/n, are you cheating on me? whose pants are these?” “iwa what are you talking about-” “you know exactly what i’m talking about.”
your heart races as you scramble to think of why he’d accuse you of such a thing until he shoves the pants onto your bed
relief floods through you as you realize it’s all a misunderstanding
“...those are my pants…”
“am i supposed to believe that?” poor iwa can’t put two and two together even though he’s never once seen you wear a pair of skinny jeans
you approach him slowly and reach for his hands
patiently, you explain to him how you buy a lot of men’s clothing and how those are actually your jeans
babey is so embarrassed
iwaizumi profusely apologizes, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck
he presses light kisses to the place where your neck meets your shoulder as he lovingly murmurs affirmations to you
you hug him back, making sure he knows how much he means to you
“you know i love you, right, hajime?”
iwaizume.exe has stopped working
he stares at you open-mouthed. you said both i love you and his first name for the first time this boy goes absolutely feral
jk but he does turn into a blushy baby
iwa leans in, letting his lips brush lightly against yours
he was so scared that you didn’t love him back 🥺
he gently pushes you onto the bed and you crawl under the covers, waiting for him to join you
he crushes you against his chest, softly stroking your hair
this touch-starved ace rarely initiates physical contact, so take advantage of it while you can
food downstairs forgotten, you both begin to doze off, wrapped in the arms of one another
as you drift into sleep, you hear iwaizumi whisper something into your hair
a strong choice of words fell out of your mouth, but to be honest, it had been a shitty night and it only so happened that this poor boy in front of you was going to endure your raging path.
“sorry!” he apologized quickly, “are you alrig–”
“he doesn’t need to apologize, maybe look up from your phone and watch where you’re going.” a blonde intervined.
now, more irritated than previously, you turned expecting to face him, but was met with look at someone’s chest.
oh, well how shitty this is, boosting his ego because you have to look up at him.
“tsukki, it’s okay,” the green haired boy started. but ‘tsukki’ raised his hand to stop him.
you rolled your eyes, looking up at cocky grin and yellow eyes, “how about you mind your fucking business? he apologized, we were done with.”
“you should watch your tone, such hard words for someone who has to look up to speak to me.”
“oh, i get it,” your lips formed into a mocking pout, “is your ego bigger than your dick? is that why you tear others down to feel better?”
tsukishima’s eyes shadowed a small sting of shock and embarrassment, “fuck off,” the first year huffed.
“that’s what i thought,” you nodded in satisfaction and continued your stride to work, rushing into the resturant quickly. “hey! so sorry im late,” you called softly into the kitchen.
you set down your school bag immediately, wrapping an apron around your waist and snatched up your paper pad. the thought of that tall blonde–tsukki, was it? clouded your mind. he bit back, snapped, and in the end he only said those strings of sentences because of how you acted towards his innocent friend.
“table seven, (name)! birthday party, they all just arrived go take their drinks.”
you smiled at the cook and nodded, at least you weren’t getting scolded for being late again.
“hey! im (name) and i’ll be your server for tonight-”
you stopped quickly as your eyes scanned the quite full table, sitting at the end was the boy who held the yellow eyes himself. both of you seemed thoroughly surprised but it quickly vanished as a jumpy teenager almosted melted at the sight of you.
“you’re cute,” his blonde tuft of hair seemed to brighten with speaking with you. you uncomfortably shifted and smiled politely.
“nishinoya calm the fuck down,” tsukki snapped. a tone of jealously laced in his voice. you chuckled softly at how he realized his mistake and tensed.
“so, drinks?” you straightened your back.
“all waters,” the green haired boy who’s face was littered with freckles as if they were stars spoke up, “and um–sorry we didn’t get any napkins.”
you apologized, rushing to get their waters and throwing together a couple napkins. you debated before scribbling your pen quickly across the thin material.
“here you go,” you passed them out individually, flipping tsukki’s over to the blank side and avoiding eye contact with him.
due to unfortunate luck, your shift ended early. even though you’d love to serve table seven all night, you had a chemistry project that you’d hadn’t even started on.
you met eyes with him one more time, waving goodbye slightly as you pushed through the doors. sighing in discontent because you’d have to admit, he was cute for someone who didn’t know how to shut their mouth.
Unknown Number, 1 Min Ago
– if you wanted my number you could’ve asked
you felt your heart beat in your ears, he’d gotten your poorly written number on the back of the napkin.
You, 10:07 PM
– didn’t need to give you more of an ego boost, a pretty person like me asking for your number, decided this would humble you ;)
“tsukki?” yamaguchi glanced at him, “is your mom texting you-do you need to go home?”
“what? no,” tsukishima almost pocketed his phone. he almost despised himself for the growing feelings of excitement that hummed through his body at the though of you texting back so quickly.
You, 10:09 PM
- payed for your guys’s meal w my tips from tn btw
- hbd, your dick is still small xoxo
tsukishima smiled softly, “idiot,” he whispered and flipped his phone on the table, mentally reminding himself to call the person that made the most admirable first impression.
If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.
Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.
Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.
Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.
