Can I request Daichi with #14 of the Summer Prompts please?
Prompt: when they wear tank-tops while doing manly labor and you're just there admiring the sight (I hope I got that right)
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You whistle low under your breath.
Daichi pulls his shoulders up to his ears, face red, but not from the sun.
"Stop it," he insists, but there's a joyful tone underneath, one that tells you he likes the attention even though he's going to insist it's childish.
"No no," you wave him off, "please, continue."
"I won't if you won't."
"But baby," you pout, "the weather is so nice and you wanted to wash the cars for so long."
He sighs before pointing his finger at you. "Behave."
But you wouldn't have married him if you knew how to listen, would you?
Five minutes after he's disappeared out the door in nothing but cut-off shorts and a tank top that's slightly too tight on him, you've grabbed all your supplies. Essentials, really.
There's the comfy chair you can lie in - in a way that showcases all your best features - and have a drink nearby, as well as the cooler with necessary drinks. You bring a book too, though you don't think you'll need it.
Daichi doesn't notice you immediately, but when he does, he doubles down with laughter.
"What is this?" He asks, coming over to your side of the driveway. "Are you playing rich princess?"
You put your sunglasses up to squint at him. "Am I not your little princess?"
He smiles, wide and joyful, and leans down to kiss you.
I still need to write my fic roundup post but. Give me a number between 2 and 20 and I’ll tell you one of the plotbunnies in my plotbunny doc 🐇 🐇🐇
(Here’s #1 for free)
Tk broken bone from doing something dumb at work with Mateo. Carlos is very worried and sad to see his baby hurting but also extremely amused. Buttercup is also very protective. mateo feels guilty and worried Carlos is mad at him
(Lmk if you have an idea for how TK would get hurt being dumb with Mateo)
Idk
Open tag to anyone who wants to request a bunny or share your own. plus no pressure tagging-
can i please request something seijoh 4 related for your plot bun game? dealer’s choice. go hog wild. your writing’s gonna be fantastic either way!!
hello mattsun anon! How nice of you to chime in.
This is really hard, because I don't knooooooowwwww....
"Poor Iwa-chan," Oikawa teases, "I bet you'd get a girlfriend too if you tried not looking so scary all the time."
"No no," you disagree, "the girls dig it."
Mattsun snorts. "Which ones? The First-Years just run away all the time when he comes close."
"No, they just run away when they see you," Makki says, kicking your foot with his like he's doing his own version of a low-five.
"Very funny," Iwaizumi drawls, squinting at Oikawa. "And who says I can't get a girlfriend?"
"The fact that you don't have one?"
"At least I'm not just liked for my looks."
"At least I have looks people like me for."
"Guys, guys, you're both pretty," you wave a hand in between them, "but we still need to finish this group project. I'm not letting Tatsumo be first in class this year."
"Just date him," Mattsun drawls out lazily, "isn't he totally in love with you."
You pull a face as Makki snickers. Iwaizumi and Oikawa are still lost in their bickering.
-
"You know I'm a girl, right?" You ask Iwaizumi on the way home, Makki and Mattun walking ahead of you, Oikawa and his girlfriend a few steps behind.
"Yeah, why?" Iwaizumi musters you under furrowed brows.
"Just checking."
-
"There are no more chairs," Kindaichi calls out when you enter, "shall I get some more from the basement?"
"No, that would take too long," Oikawa looks like he's been waiting on all of you for hours when it had just been a few minutes. "You can just sit on the floor."
"No way, I don't want to get a UTI," you scan the room, "anyone letting me sit in their lap?"
"I volunteer Iwaizumi," Mattsun hollers.
"Yeah, strongest thighs in all Seijoh," Makki adds and although the ace blushes slightly, he nods, shoulders squared.
"Sit down," Oikawa orders immediately, "I wanna get started. Why do team meetings always take so damn long?"
"You good?" Iwaizumi asks, his mouth next to your ear.
He sounds completely unaffected. You are going to die.
-
"Would you please become my girlfriend?"
You stare down at the chocolate. Tatsumo went through all the effort of drawing your name on it with colored sugar.
"Sorry, I-" There's a noise that has you look up. Iwaizumi's at the door, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Didn't want to interrupt," he says, turning away. When you reach the door he's already out of sight.
There's no use running after him now, so you turn back, rejection already sitting on your tongue.
-
"So?" Mattsun settles in the seat on your left. "Did you confess to Iwaizumi?"
"What did he say?" Makki asks, leaning in from your right. "He looked constipated today."
"He walked in on Tatsumo confessing to me."
"Oh." Mattsun nods. "Well, maybe now he'll realize you're a girl."
You close your eyes for a moment.
"It doesn't matter," you tell them when you open your eyes again. "I've decided that I'm not staying in Japan anyway."
Can't leave my Haikyuu boys hanging. For your plot bunny game Kageyoomi please!
👀 which name did you see?
LOLOLOL
Kageyama. No! Sakusa....Kageyama? Idk your choice
Why do you make me choose??????????????????? (Ask for a Sakusa one too if you want him as well, I dare you?
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“I can’t stand you.”
“Weird way to propose but the answer is yes.”
Kageyama reels back, blinking. "What? I- What?"
You laugh. "It was a joke, baby." You move forward to kiss him, but he's still looking at you in utter shock. Forgotten is the fact that you drank the last pack of blueberry milk last night without telling him.
"Baby?" You ask, a little concerned now. You can see that his brain is working, but it doesn't seem to garner any results.
"But I didn't-" he stutters, "I wasn't-"
"You don't want to propose?" You ask, trying to sound like you'd be fine either way. You wouldn't be. Just the thought of it is making you nauseous.
"Yes. No. I mean. I-" Is it the light or is he slowly turning blue?
"Baby, Yamayama, Tobi-cheeks, calm down okay?" You press both hands against his cheeks and your forehead against his. "Breathe, okay? Breathe."
In. Out. In. Out. Slowly, his shoulders sink down.
"I was going to propose differently," he offers quietly, words a little muffled through the way you press his cheeks together.
"Oh," it's your turn to blink now. "Well, you still can. That was just a joke."
"But you already said yes!" He sounds like the terrible, whiny Oikawa for a moment and the only reason you don't pinch him for that is because he was so freaked out seconds ago.
"You know, before someone proposes there should already be talk about the topic. So this was us talking about the topic. I'd say yes whenever and however you ask, okay?"
"Okay."
You release him slowly, going back in for a soft kiss because why not.
"Best day of your life?" Kise asks, grinning from one ear to the other. You know he wants to talk about his latest photo shoot so bad.
"When I was introduced to the concept of naptime," you announce, yawning.
"I thought it was the day Momoi introduced us," Daiki grumbles, pushing one finger into your cheek just to annoy you.
"Eh, you get second best," you tell him before turning quickly to snatch the last cheeze-it from Murasakibara's bag of snacks.
The giant stares down at you with barely concealed rage.
"Cheese is mine," you point out as politely as possible. "You know that."
"I'm gonna crush your head."
"Not the head," Daiki yawns, pulling you in by the shoulders, "you can crush her feet."
"Thank you, I always knew you loved me," you tell him, can't help but snort when he presses a wet kiss to your temple.
"You guys are so boring," Kise cuts in with a pout, "we were talking about the best days of our life. Murasakibara, what's yours?"
"I'm hungry," Murasakibara declares, getting up. "I'm getting more snacks."
"I'm coming with," Kise huffs, "maybe there are some cute girls I can talk to."
You ignore them, turning a little in the soft grass until you rest comfortably. Daiki's already snoring softly into your ear and you pinch his hip as punishment.
"What?" He asks, clearly not asleep yet.
"Quit snoring."
"Quit talking."
"I-" He interrupts you by pressing his mouth against yours, grinning into the kiss. You wanted to fight a bit longer, really, but there's just something in it, his warm hands cupped around your face, his warm body curled around you like the worlds laziest panther, that drains the fight out of you.
Eventually, he pulls back, all but purring as you move to kiss him again.
"Nap time?" He asks and you snuggle your head against his shoulder.
*very obviously, dramatically drops something into your plot bunny game*
Itoshi Rin
"Have you seen my pants?" Rin calls from the bedroom.
"Which one?" You call back before putting the toothbrush back into your mouth.
"The checkered ones that I wear to bed."
"Mho"
"What was that?" He turns the corner and stops in the door. "What are you wearing?"
"Whot?" You ask, mouth full. His face has turned full scowl.
"You're wearing my pants."
"Oh," you rinse your mouth and turn back to him with a grin, "these? They're not pants, they're a full outfit. Watch!" You pull the pants up over your chest and the elastic holds, giving you the illusion of wearing the world's ugliest jumpsuit.
Rin rubs his hands over his face. "What am I going to do with you?"
"I've got an idea!" You raise your hand and show him your engagement ring. "You could marry me."
He gives you a blank stare for a couple of seconds before something clicks behind his eyes.
"No," he tells you, voice calm enough that you know you need to start running, now. "I'm going to tickle you."
-
"Babe, have you seen my scarf?"
"No." Rin scrolls on his phone, leaning against the front door. He's only waiting for you, like always.
"You know, the blue one, the one you bought me last- Rin, are you wearing it?"
"No," he repeats stubbornly, but you're already in front of him, pulling on the accessory that's tied around his neck.
"It's mine now," he declares, "You already got my pants."
"But this was a present from you."
"It's not even a scarf," he points out now, pulling it out of your hands and tying it around his head with a flourish. "It's a headpiece."
You stop for a second before you break, laughter peeling out of you.
"Oh, come on," you snuggle into him, "Can I just wear your headpiece around my neck today? It's going to be cold out."
"Fine," he huffs, untying it and tying it around your neck instead. "But I want payment for that sacrifice."
You lean in to kiss him. He might pretend he's grumpy, but you can tell he's grinning into the kiss.
You're being a lil meanie for requesting him *pouty face* I don't know what this is. He deserves so much better than I'm being able to write.
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It's impossible.
You cannot sit next to Kenma without wanting to touch him.
But also cannot touch him, because that would be weird, wouldn't it?
The back of the cab feels tiny and enormous at the same time.
Kenma's thigh is pressed against yours and his elbow digs into your arm everytime he moves, which is often, because he keeps playing a game on his phone to pass the time.
If Kuroo on your right is saying something, you don't hear it. You're too busy thinking about the fact that Kenma is touching you and you are touching Kenma and that his hair is really pretty in the flickering light of the streetlamps and how it would feel like if you touched it and-
Someone shoves his hand unceremoniously between the two of you and opens your seatbelt. You flinch and look up, face Kuroo's knowing, teasing grin. Oh no.
-
The only free seat left is next to Kenma. Of course.
You're not sure how you're going to survive a whole movie pressed against him, because you will be, because Bokuto always takes up more space than necessary, usually ending up with his head in your lap and his feet crossed over Akaashi's.
Maybe that will give you something to do, to distract yourself and you're right. It's a little bit easier to deal with Kenma being so close yet so far away when you're playing absentmindedly with Bokuto's hair. And it gives you the added bonus of him falling asleep, offering you half a movie without his incessant commentary.
Not that that matters, because close to the end Kenma's head sinks to the side, pressing heavily against your shoulder blade. You stop breathing for a whole minute, all your blood flooding to the scene of the crime. Maybe, if you'll never move again, you could stay like this?
-
You like the timbre of his voice, the honesty of his comments, the fact that his eyes never seem to miss a thing.
He's generous and helpful, never once complaining when everyone uses his house to crash or celebrate in.
If you dared to think about it, maybe you'd dare to tell him how you feel.
"What are you even scared of?" Kuroo asks over lunch one day, slipping out of his role as your supervisor like it's just another one of his suits.
"Being myself," you answer because the past has taught you to be wary.
-
"Are you okay?"
Kenma's face is pale, his eyes are moving left and right at a speed that's dizzying, even to you.
The mall is packed and the air is thick with perfume from a nearby vendor. For a moment you're not sure if he's going to faint or run off and before you can stop yourself, your hand takes his.
His skin is cold and slick with sweat, but his fingertips dig into your hand, squeezing so tight it should probably hurt.
You pull him in, acting on instinct and addiction more than anything else, needing him to be closer, closer, closer. And safe.
His face settles in the crook of your neck, your free hand rubbing over his back.
"Wanna get out?" You ask. He nods, his chin knocking into your chest.
His hand doesn't leave yours. When you urge him into the passenger seat he pulls you in with him until you're both crammed into the small space, you on his lap, his face pressed into your side.
You sit like that for a while, not speaking.
In all honesty, you're impressed you're acting this normal about it, when all you've been dreaming about lately is to slip into his skin, to be closer to him than humanly possible.
Eventually though, Kenma's breath evens out.
You drag a hand through his hair, guilt sitting heavy in your stomach. Should you really touch him like this when he just went through something like that?
"Hungry?" You ask. "I have a fruit snack in my purse."
He nods slowly, though he doesn't move otherwise.
"Sorry I just touched you like that," you mutter.
"I like it," he says, voice a little muffled.
The realization hits you a little sooner than him and you gasp, only to feel him dig his hands into your sides.
"Kuroo said you've got a crush on me too," he rushes to add, not yet showing his face, "if that's a lie, just say so and we'll forget this ever happened, okay?"
"It's not a lie."
-
Kenma's sitting in your lap. He's heavy and warm and his head is snuggled right against your collarbone in a way that must be torture for his back but neither of you is complaining.
"You're so gross!" Kuroo points out from the other side of the Couch. "Some people are single around here."
"Hey," Bokuto exclaims loudly, "I said not to make fun of it."
You ignore both of them, your left hand creeping up Kenma's back under his hoodie. He snorts lightly, shivering against the touch. He's ticklish.
Maybe, if you were alone together, you'd put your whole head under the hoodie, slip into it and share it with him.
Plotbunny Entry by @screamin-abt-haikyuu - prompts in cursive -
Haikyu tag @lees-chaotic-brain
Sunday mornings
"Stop being so pretty, it hurts," you whine, shielding your eyes from his sight as if he were the sun.
When you squint through your hands, you can see him blush furiously, failing at hiding a flustered smile. "You're just saying that," he whispers, unable to get out more when you rush to clamp your arms around him like you're an octopus and he's your prey.
"No, not ever, never, I'm meaning what I'm saying, you hear me!" You tell him with vigor, pressing tiny fluttering kisses wherever you can reach, which consists mainly of his neck and shoulders.
He's laughing now, ticklish that he is.
"It's too early in the morning for this," he claims, swaying you left to right, "my hair's a mess and I stink."
"The heart wants what the heart wants," you tell him sincerely, fluttering your eyelashes up at him. "Kisses?"
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Friday nights
"He's going to break up with me, I know it," you claim, sucking loudly on your straw.
Your friend sighs in exasperation. "No, he won't."
"He will."
"He won't."
"You don't know that."
“The guy looks at you like you hold the galaxy in the palm of your hand and you think he doesn’t love you?”
"He told me half an hour ago!" You tell her, putting your empty drink down with more force than necessary and turning to speak to the accused directly. "Tell her, Asahi!"
Asahi sighs. "All I asked is for you not to cuddle me while I'm in the toilet."
"See?" You turn back to your friend. "He hates me."
"Ooookay," your friend pulls a face, "No more drinks for you!"
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Thursday Dinners
"You want me to shout from the rooftops? Because damn it, I will."
"I don't think the people would appreciate it," Asahi points out softly, one large hand swallowing yours as you pull him down the sidewalk. "But I appreciate the gesture."
"But! But!" You gesture wildly with your free hand. "Everyone should know!"
You turn just in time to see him blush.
"What?" You stop abruptly, both your tirade and you're quick pace. "What is it, honey?"
The red on his cheeks intensifies. He's a sucker for pet names, you've realized early on.
"I'm just... I... It means a lot to me that you're so proud of our relationship."
"Of course, I'm proud of our relationship!" You step closer, move to cradle his cheek in your free hand. "I still can't believe I managed to rizz you up."
He laughs now, cheeks still flushed. "You sound like Sugawara. And I- I mean, I should-"
"Nuhuh," you cut him off, already guessing where this is going to go. "You're the catch here, not me. I bagged the rich Fashion Designer Husband."
"Not rich," he points out and you shrug. "I don't care about money anyway. But seriously, forget that nasty woman. You don't look that old. And even if, I'd love for you to be my Sugar Daddy."
"Don't say it like that," he groans, pulling you close. "That makes me sound so lewd."
"Worse than her calling you my literal Dad?" You joke, your earlier anger almost forgotten.
Asahi tickles you in retaliation.
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Tuesday Lunches
“Please stop before I fall in love with you!” You tell the handsome stranger, who is not only handsome but downright pure-hearted.
It's meant as a joke, mainly because he's already good-looking but now also cuddling a terrifyingly cute puppy and the sight of them together is doing bad things to your heart. Not that you'd have a chance with Mr. Gorgeous, no matter how many times you've seen him in the park this last month (You hope he doesn't know he's the reason you're here so often).
Bright red flushes his face as he looks up at you and to your surprise, he's stammering.
"I- no, I mean you- You can't. I-"
"Relax," you tell him with a smile, "I totally get that you're taken." Even though it hurts to think about it, you add in your thoughts.
"NO!" He exclaims urgently, scaring the Puppy and immediately muttering soft nothings to calm it.
"No," he adds a little quieter, though with no less urgency, "I'm not- I'm single, really! I-"
"Yes?" You lower yourself until you're on par with him, stretch out your hand to let the Puppy sniff it. "You're single and?"
But he doesn't continue, rather turning an impressive shade of red, darker than before.
Something like hope lurches in your throat, making you act on impulse rather than rational thinking. You're surely going to regret this.
"I was on my way out for Lunch. Do you wanna come with?"
He nods enthusiastically, seemingly unable to speak. His puppy yaps in his place, eagerly agreeing.
As it turns out, his name is Asahi Azumane, Fashion Designer, proud Uncle of said Puppy.
"I asked to walk it today," he admits on your way back from Lunch, "because Suga, my friend, he... he said no one can resist Puppy Dog Eyes."
"Well, he's right of course," you say, thinking of Asahi's own set of Puppy Dog Eyes.
"I was... uh... I was really hoping you'd walk by today too." He adds shyly, his hand moving to grab yours.
