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Now he’s wrapped so tightly around your finger it’s almost embarrassing. So far gone he genuinely thinks he’d do anything you asked of him as long as you batted your pretty little lashes at him.
He finds himself crawling into bed a little later these days, after you beg him to stay up with you. All you have to do is give him a little pout and a soft, “Please Haji?” and he’s already deciding maybe 8 is too early anyways.
His food options even branch out, strays away from boring meal preps because the way you politely smiled through his plain chicken and rice once stuck with him. He went shopping that same night.
Now you two cook dinner together after work, bright smiles and laughter filling his once silent kitchen.
He smiles more, over the stupidest little things. Everything somehow leads back to you. A passing scent, a shop window, a fleeting thought, and there you are again, smiling so brightly in his memory he can’t help but smile himself.
Toru teases him about it one night over facetime, a smug grin plastered on his face. “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a loverboy,” he snickers. “Welcome to the club, Iwa-chan.”
The word stands out to him. Rings in his head for days.
Loverboy.
Hajime never saw himself that way. Never really cared to.
But with you..
He finds himself softening piece by piece, bending his routines, reshaping his days, to create a life that has you in every piece of it.
Maybe he is a loverboy after all… just for you.
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A/N: loverboy Iwa is so canon to me, that man’s got his hands on you every chance he has but he’s so subtle and cool about it.
I gotta write more for Haikyuu I miss it so bad !!!!
can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.
imo sharing your art for free online for strangers to see it requires a lot of courage. A lot of mental strength. Im being serious rn i think if youve ever shared anything online and even if its not popular even if only a few people have seen it i think thats very very brave
The first move – Daichi x reader
wc 1292 – gn!reader
written for @delirious-donna – secret santa exchange<3
“Working again?”
Your heart skipped a beat, and it led to a small bump at the edge of the heart you made on the current coffee order, which you saved by making it into an arrow shooting through it. Glancing over your shoulder, you confirmed what you already knew. Sawamura Daichi was there for his morning coffee.
“I should say the same to you, officer,” you answered cheerily. Handing the finished cappuccino to the new worker, you asked them to deliver it for you. He complimented the design, and you laughed it off as a creative flurry.
Taking a deep breath for effect, you dusted off your apron before looking up at the police officer with a bright smile.
“Another long day ahead of you, I presume?” you asked him, crossing your fingers under the counter that no more customers would get in line behind him before he had to leave again.
He sighed, but the smile stayed on his face even as he rolled his shoulders. “You know it. Are the Christmas specials in yet?”
While his eyes browsed the board overhead, you took a moment to admire him. Daichi stopped by the cafe you worked at nearly every morning for a coffee. He’d often get whatever was the special, and he’d always ask you about them, even though they were promoted on every single sign in and outside of the cafe. Perhaps you let yourself believe he enjoyed talking to you.
“They are!” you confirmed. “I had the white chocolate one already, and I must say, it reawakened the Christmas spirit in me.”
Daichi nodded along while tapping his credit card mindlessly on the wooden counter, until he realised you were waiting for a response. “Ah- that sounds great! Two, please.”
You nodded, silently finishing it up at the register so he could pay while you moved away to finish the order.
As you placed the coffees on the counter, Daichi was already there to brush his hands over yours as he took them, smiling with that soft look in his eyes that made your stomach flip.
“Here you go, officer.”
“Thank you, I hope you have a great day,” he said, taking a breath at the end as if preparing to say something more, only for nothing to come.
“You too,” was all you got to say before another customer tapped the bell by the register, making your eye twitch as you could obviously see them.
Daichi left, once again, without either of you saying anything more than the usual.
“I know what you want for Christmas.”
You turned to face your coworker, baffled by the intrusion on your daydreaming. “What?”
“That cop, why don’t you just… I don’t know, do something about it?”
Switching momentarily between expressions of insult and thoughtfulness, you weren’t quite sure how to feel about that suggestion. “He probably doesn’t-”
“He does.” You blinked in surprise, pointing to your chest with your pointer finger. “Yes, he likes you. I don’t think his cheeks are always that red.”
“It’s probably from the cold,” you argued with a huff and shook your head, also cleaning the counter properly after the new guy spilt something earlier.
“And it’s been from the cold ever since August, I guess?”
With a stern look that made her drop it, you took the finished coffee from her and walked towards the seating to deliver it. However, the conversation kept resurfacing in your mind.
What if there was something there and you were both just too respectful and professional to do anything about it?
“Fine,” you burst out hours later, startling your coworker, who was also getting her bag so the two of you could leave after finishing the morning shift. “I’ll write something on his cup tomorrow, make the first move.”
The excitement on your coworker’s face gave you a sense that this would be entertainment for her, no matter how it went for you.
The morning after, you smiled widely as Officer Sawamura was once again there right on time.
“I’m glad you were working today,” he said, and you were lucky to recover quickly enough from his change in script. In return, you did an unnecessarily flamboyant curtsy.
“At your service.” The two of you laughed softly, both a little tired from the early morning. “Another long day ahead of you, I presume?”
“You know it,” he said, as usual. “Could you make it a double espresso today? Something with chocolate, I trust your tastes. And two, please.”
“You got it!” You nodded happily, fixing everything at the register before moving to make his coffee, heart beating a mile per minute at the thought of making a move after so long of dancing around the same conversations every day.
After finishing both coffees, you glanced over your shoulder to find Daichi checking his phone, then looked back at the cup in your hand. You proceed to pick up the marker, using your mouth to take off the cap before letting a small piece of your heart take the lead and write on it.
All morning, you’d brainstormed what to write on the cup, from stupid, cheesy pick-up lines to the simplest things that could be easily overlooked.
Let’s grab some coffee after work next time? you wrote, adding two hearts layered over each other, one a full line and the other stippled.
With a somewhat nervous smile, you set the cups down in front of him, glancing between the cup with writing on it and Daichi’s face. Now that you had time to look at him again, he looked kind of nervous, too, but that must have been your imagination, you thought.
“There you go. I hope you have a great day today,” you told him kindly, hands tucked behind your back while you swayed to calm your nerves. Daichi, however, wasn’t doing so well with that.
“I never really have the time to talk, but…”
The way your face softened when you listened made him stutter over his words, suddenly questioning his approach.
“Maybe, do you have? Any time to talk, I mean. Not now, but another day? With me.”
Your mouth was open in surprise, trying desperately to figure out the order of Daichi’s words like it was the Christmas puzzle of a milk carton. “With you? Yes, I-”
Then your eyes went to the cup in his hand and the way the hearts wrapped around where he held it. Eyes widening, you suddenly couldn’t find the order of your own words.
“I was actually- never mind that! We could- Yes! Over coffee? There’s more time to talk after work… I’ll just take this…”
“After work is good- oh, the cup? I’m sure it’s perfect, you always make the best coffee…”
The two of you both fumbled over your breaths as you nervously reached for the cup you had written on, shamefully turning it so he could see. “I just thought I’d make the first move, but then you did, and if this is the second move, I’d rather write something else,” you rambled before slapping a hand over your face to hide how much it had reddened over the course of a few seconds.
“Thank you,” Daichi finally said, his deep voice somewhat back to its usual sturdiness along with that calming laugh. “I fumbled the first move, so I’ll use yours.”
“What do you mean?”
His hand wrapped around yours, which was still holding the cup with the writing on it, and turned it to face you. “Let’s grab some coffee after work next time, is what I wanted to say.”
Your coworker was not disappointed with today’s entertainment, watching you both make the first move. And you did get what you wanted for Christmas.
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/thank you to @cottonlemonade for brainstorming me through this and to @sodaneko for hosting such amazing exchange events<3
how DARE my twilight sisters make edits of paul lahote in the year 2025 and viciously throw me into the depths of this side character on a random monday night
Glad you're here – Kyotani x reader
wc 651 – gn!reader
Kyotani never had anyone cheer him on for a game since he joined the Sendai Frogs. Tsukishima’s friends and brother would be there every other game, despite his ungrateful attitude, and Koganegawa had a lot of family and friends come see him, so he pretty much always had someone. Meanwhile, Kyotani would just busy himself with warming up and keep his eyes on the floor or the net, brushing off any comfort his teammates might try to provide.
You and Kyotani had not been dating for very long. It had grown from something shy to something sweet, but you were both new to the whole open affection thing and preferred dates in the safety of your homes. It’s not that you didn’t go out at all, you’d been to the cinema just the other day, and that morning you’d grabbed a coffee together before he had to go to work.
Still, he never asked you to go to his games. Just the thought of asking for it made him grumble in fluster, worried it was too much to ask for or somehow a weird thing to want.
Who openly admits they want someone to cheer for them, and them only?
You were none the wiser of his mental struggles and decided to surprise him by showing up to his game.
Kyotani warmed up as usual, but there was this odd feeling like he was being watched. It shouldn’t be odd, he was in the middle of a volleyball court and they were about to start, lots of people could be looking at him, but this was different. His heart was beating faster, and he slowly turned around, eyes searching the stands.
And he found you almost immediately.
Because he didn’t know you were coming and couldn’t give you his jersey, you wore a frog-themed bucket hat. The neon green kind with eyes sticking out at the top. Their merch could be quite expensive, so you made your own sign with his name on it and lots of doodles around it, making it stand out. With a happy but unsure smile, you gave him a subtle wave, thinking that he might not want to make a big deal of it.
Kyotani took a long, deep breath and slowly let it out, before the biggest smile you’d seen on him yet took over his face. He held up his arm, knitting his fist and giving you a signal that he’d fight bravely.
You returned the gesture with a giggle that melted into the loud cheers from the rest of the crowd, but Kyotani knew the sound well enough that his mind provided the vocals.
Kyotani hadn’t played this hard in a long time. The commentators couldn’t keep his name out of their mouths, and all the cameras kept panning to him. Everyone questioned what got him so fired up until the whistle blew for their break. As if on command, Kyotani sprinted right in your direction, jumping over the divider and jogging up the stairs to your row. He had an urge to hug you, but stopped himself at the last second and ended up just staring at you and trying to catch his breath.
With a gleeful chuckle, you opened your arms, urging him to lean down and capture you in a sweaty hug. Koganegawa was making some loud comment somewhere in the distance, but Kyotani couldn’t care less, even knowing the cameras might have caught the vulnerable moment. He was just so happy to see you were there for him.
After indulging in the hug for as long as he could allow himself, but not nearly long enough, he stood back up with flushed cheeks and rubbed the top of your hat. “I’m really glad you’re here.”
You pushed his hand away playfully and lifted the hat back up so you could look at him, stars in your eyes. “Me too.”
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requested by @knoxing-around for don't forget me<3
thamk @cottonlemonade for helping me adjust the ending<3
“Do you think if I lived inside your skin I’d be able to move your arms and legs?”
“I wish you’d stop saying things, sometimes.”
Despite his sigh of exhaustion, Kiyoomi smirks at your words, his sleepy eyes closed with his lashes on his cheeks. He’s minutes away from falling asleep in your arms, his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, but you’re feeling a little too playful for your own good.
You move a hand to gently cradle the back of his head, fingers gently playing with the rings of his curls, “I’m just saying; I’m always saying how I want to live inside your skin. I’m just figuring out logistics.”
“Do I get to move them when I want to?” He asks.
You ponder for a moment, then hum, “you can, but I feel like you’d trust my judgement enough to let me move you, and you’d never have to move again.”
“No, because then, I’d never go anywhere,” he snickers. “You’d keep me in bed with you all day, and as delightful as that sounds, it’s not sustainable.”
You go quiet, and when he pops an eye open to look at you, you’re pouting. True, genuine pouting, and he clicks his tongue and angles his head to look at you, chin resting on your sternum. "angel. Come on."
You huff and reach over for your phone, seemingly now done with the conversation, "whatever."
"You're going to look me in the eyes and tell me you'd let me get up and go to work and not keep us contained to the bed forever? Since when?"
"It doesn't matter," you grumble. "Just say you hate me and move on."
That does it. Immediately, Kiyoomi pounces up on his hands and knees, hovering over you. You gasp at his sudden burst of energy, barely fighting him as he takes the phone from your hands and moves it to the side. His hair shags around his face, almost like a halo, and you fight the urge to hook the ringlets behind his ear. "First of all- first of all:" he puckers his lips out dramatically for a kiss, which you do give him, "I love you a filthy, disgusting, but not embarrassing amount because I could never be embarrassed by being in love with you." That has you smiling. "Secondly," he reaches to hold your hands, "look me in the eyes and say 'I, as a future Sakusa, swear that if I lived in my husband's skin, I would not keep him in bed all the time.' And then I'll believe you."
You giggle softly at his silliness, but ultimately don't say anything. No answer is his answer. He chuckles, "that's what I thought."
"That's not fair!" You giggle. "You're telling me if you lived in my skin, you wouldn't stay in bed forever?"
"Of course I would, but I'm not supposed to tell you that."
You laugh and angle your head up to kiss him, gently resting your head on your bundle of fingers, "at least we're on the same page."
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kuroo tetsuro is a blanket hog, plain and simple.
➼ pairing! timeskip!kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader
➼ warnings! none, this is pure fluff
➼ word count! 1.1k
➼ author’s note! erhm, hello! found this half-written piece i wrote last summer and finished it up. enjoy :p
"Tetsu," You hum out softly, pointer finger jabbing into the meat of said man's arm for the umpteenth time. As expected, Kuroo doesn't so much as move a muscle. Huffing quietly, you lean back onto your calves, knees digging further into your side of the mattress that you share with the insufferable man who currently lies with his back towards you. Eyes moving past him to get a glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table, you realize that after having completed your night routine and spending a good ten minutes attempting to wake up your boyfriend, a new day has begun, and god, are you tired. So despite knowing it's most likely futile, you give one last call of your boyfriend's name. He remains asleep, or what you personally believe to be a pretense of sleep. And normally, you'd simply leave him to his own devices. But there was one issue.
He's hogging the entire comforter. And the room is freezing.
But you also know what he's doing. Kuroo has always been a provocative man, living for the thrill of riling up others - dishing out teasing remarks and displaying mischievous behavior. And you have a suspicious inkling that this is most likely your "payback" for not coming to bed earlier with him when he had asked you to, instead opting to tell him you'd join him later. He had insisted on you coming with him, but all you could do was offer him a chaste kiss on the cheek before bidding him a good night. And so he went, sulking all the way. However, you really couldn't be blamed. You had been sent home with a ridiculous amount of paperwork, and since it was your Friday, you had wanted to knock it all out tonight so that you didn't have to fret about it on your days off from work.
Still, in Kuroo's deluded mind, it was probably considered an unforgivable betrayal.
Thus, this was him "getting back" at you. But unfortunately for your boyfriend, you are anything but compliant. So instead of playing into his antics, you kick your legs out from under you, so that you're no longer sitting on your knees, before settling back into your spot of the bed, albeit a bit further from Tetsurou than normal. And instead of trying to tug the blanket out of his hold, you merely curl up into a ball, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them in an exaggerated attempt at conserving your body heat.
Because you know your boyfriend. And you've been with him long enough to know that he can never keep up with his antics for too long, especially not at the expense of you. The sight of you, cold and curled up in the bed, would surely be one to tug on his heartstrings. The thought alone makes a smile curl onto your face, and it widens even more so when you feel just the slightest shift of movement coming from the other side of the bed.
You knew that little shit wasn't sleeping.
Still, you refuse to acknowledge him. Instead, you remain curled into yourself, deciding it's your turn to feign sleep. Eyes fluttering shut, you school your features into a passive one. Moments pass in silence, and in all honesty, as each one ticks by, you find that you could probably slip into true slumber at any second, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to you and settling deep into your bones. Blanket and Kuroo be damned.
Just before your body fully gives way to its fatigue, arms are suddenly slithering around your waist and gently pulling you back, until your back is pulled flush against Kuroo's chest. A wave of warmth rushes over you when you feel the plush material of the comforter you share with your boyfriend being draped over your body, along with the combined warmth of his body heat. As a result, your limbs slowly retract from your body, legs and arms straightening out as you practically melt into the warmth that's now engulfing you. You nearly miss the quiet huff of air that comes from behind you as your body grows more lax. But your ears pick up on it, and the smile that has been playing at your lips since you first felt Kuroo's touch on your skin grows tenfold.
He couldn't even last two minutes.
"You're so mean," Tetsurou's sleep-ridden voice vibrates against the shell of your ear, soft lips brushing against the skin there with each word being spoken. You won't admit it but the soft touches have you melting back against his chest.
"Says the one who was going to just leave me out in the cold."
A huff slips past Kuroo's lips, but still, his arms tighten around your waist.
"You deserved it," Came Kuroo's childish retort and you can practically hear the pout on his lips as he speaks.
An incredulous laugh slips past your lips, and you twist in his hold so that you can meet your boyfriend's gaze. He's pulled you so close to him that your nose nearly bumps against his when you resettle, and just like you predicted, his lips are turned down into a small pout.
"And why exactly do I deserve it, pray tell?"
"You wouldn't come to bed with me." His pout deepens, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop the laughter that is bubbling in your throat and threatens to slip past them.
"Aw, my poor baby." You coo instead, fingers reaching out to give his cheek a pinching little tug. He's quick to swat your hand away but he doesn't let you pull away, instead threading his fingers through yours and letting your conjoined hands fall against his chest. The action has your teasing tone slipping away, and a more sincere gaze replacing your prior mischievous one as you peer up at your boyfriend. It's not hard to notice the small bags he has forming under his eyes, faint hues of blue and purple beneath them acting as a testament to his own demanding workload and exhaustion. Frowning slightly, you reach out with your free hand to push some of the hair off his forehead, touch featherlight and gentle as you take him in, "Well, I'm here now."
"Yeah, well, it's too late." Kuroo huffs out, as if he's not currently entangling his legs with yours and tugging you even closer to his body, free hand guiding your head to rest in the crook of his neck.
"Oh, yeah." You roll your eyes in response, but there's a content smile playing at your lips as you feel the soft kiss he presses to your forehead, "Definitely too late."
you notice it when he’s reaching for his drink — arms outstretched, shirt discarded somewhere in the sand.
“wait,” you say, sitting up on your towel. “what is that.”
kuroo looks down at himself, then blinks. there, just under his ribs, is a soft pale shape. the rest of his skin’s gone golden from the sun, but right in the middle—oval, ridged edges, unmistakably seashell-shaped—is a perfect little mark.
he snorts. “oh. huh.”
“you fell asleep with a seashell on your stomach?”
“apparently.” he grabs his glass and takes a sip of the vanilla and peach mojito you’d ordered earlier, half-melted ice clinking gently against the rim. “could’ve been worse. could’ve been a crab.”
you laugh, flopping back down. “you’re going to be walking around with that thing for a week.”
“good.” he shifts closer, leans over you on one elbow. “means i’ve got you with me even when you’re not around.”
you squint up at him. “because of a tan line?”
he shrugs, grinning. “symbolism, baby.”
you shake your head, but your smile gives you away. he leans down, presses a kiss just beside your cheek, his skin still warm from the sun.
“besides,” he adds, voice lower, “you’re the one who gave me the drink, set up the umbrella, and picked the playlist. you're the reason i was knocked out cold under the sound of the waves. it was a good nap.”
you hum. “still ridiculous.”
“romantic,” he corrects. “ridiculously romantic.”
the wind shifts. the sun keeps burning steady above you both. and somewhere in the sand is a little shell that’s officially made its mark.
ushijima feels like he can’t get to you fast enough.
the final whistle has barely echoed through the gym when his eyes find you in the stands—already standing, already smiling, like you’ve been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. the crowd is loud, people moving everywhere, teammates clapping him on his back, but none of it registers because you’re the only thing he’s moving towards.
your face lights up when you see him heading your way, and you start weaving through the edge of the court. he meets you halfway, and before he can say anything—before he can think of anything worth saying—you throw your arms around his neck.
he grunts softly as he catches you, big hands steadying your waist like you’re the most natural thing he’s ever held. you hug him tight, nose buried in the damp crook of his neck, all sunshine and love and joy that you know he doesn’t quite know what to do with.
“you were so good,” you whisper, pulling back just enough so you can look him in the eye. “like, stupidly good. i was yelling so much i think my throat gave up on me.”
ushijima blinks, dazed from the affection, but there’s something warm flickering behind his eyes.
“you yell even when i’m bad,” he says.
“that’s because i love you either way,” you reply without missing a beat, and press your mouth to his like it’s instinct, like it’s something you’ve wanted to do since his first serve of the match. it’s a little clumsy, but it makes his hands grip your waist just a little tighter.
when you finally pull away, noses bumping, he blinks again: flushed and terribly in love. the faintest curve tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“i thought you didn’t like to be so… public,” he says, voice low.
“i don’t,” you say, pecking his lips again, “but i’ll make an exception for you.”
ushijima kisses you again, and thinks, you’re mine. you’re my exception, too.
#5. throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips. (for @mahowaga because ushijima wakatoshi seems to follow her wherever she goes.)
