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thinking about kuroo rubbing circles on your lower abdomen when you have your period. his big, firm hand massaging you at the right spots while your back is pressed against him in a spooning position in bed. he plants kisses on your shoulder, whispering an i know as you writhe in pain from the cramps.
he knows this is your monthly occurrence, him almost cursing the air everytime because how dare this period making you curl up in pain every month? you see him when he playfully punches the air, pretending to have this one-sided fight with your cramps because screw human anatomy that's hurting his girl. you giggle and it makes you forget the sharp pain on your lower abdomen for a little while.
kuroo says he's going out for a bit to buy you medicine because he checked your drawer and knew you ran out. he changes the water on your hot compress and kisses your forehead before leaving, placing your favorite plushie beside you in bed and says he's gonna watch you while i'm outside. you smile contently and whisper a be safe as he leaves. next thing you know, you fell asleep waiting for him, and he's back with... an amalgamation of groceries. a bouquet of your favorite flowers. a bag of chocolates and snacks. your favorite drink. a new plushie so the current one beside you has company (he tries to justify his spending habits). but really, you appreciate the gesture, and it's almost predictable now because every month, without fail, kuroo willingly does this for you, on your period or not.
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fluff, first night with Oikawa Tooru
oikawa tooru x f!reader
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By the time Oikawa slides the front door shut behind you, the house has already settled into its nighttime quiet.
You pause just inside the entryway, fingers still hooked around your bag strap, listening. Somewhere deeper in the house, a TV murmurs softly. The lights in the hallway are dim.
“My parents are home,” Oikawa says quietly, slipping out of his shoes. “But they’re doing their own thing. You’re fine.”
You nod, lowering your voice instinctively as you set your bag down. It feels different, being here at his house. The place he grew up in.
Oikawa notices the way you look around.
“Relax, cutie,” he murmurs, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re not intruding. They like you.”
“That’s somehow more nerve wracking,” you whisper.
He chuckles softly. “You’ll survive.”
You move further inside, careful, your steps quiet on the floor. The house is warm, comfortable, lived in. Framed photos line the walls, tournament shots, childhood pictures you definitely weren’t supposed to see.
“You didn’t warn me about these,” you say, stopping in front of one.
Oikawa groans under his breath. “Ignore those. Those are propaganda.”
You spend a while talking in low voices, leaning against the counter while he pours you a glass of water, the conversation drifting lazily from practice to school to nothing important at all. Eventually, the weight of the day catches up to you. You tug absently at your uniform skirt.
“Do you mind if I change?” you ask. “I’m still freezing from school.”
“Yeah, of course,” he replies easily. “Bathroom’s down the hall. Door on the right.”
The hallway is quiet, the bathroom light warm. When you change into your pyjamas and step back out, the air feels cooler than before. You rub your arms as you head back toward him.
Oikawa looks up, and immediately notices.
“You’re cold,” he says, not even phrasing it like a question.
“A little,” you admit.
He nods once. “Come on.”
He leads you quietly to his room, careful with the door. Inside, it’s warmer, softer, more private. Posters on the walls, books on the desk, the bed neatly made like he expected company.
He opens his closet and pulls out a hoodie without hesitation, holding it out to you.
“Here,” he says gently. “Put this on.”
You slip it over your head, the fabric soft and unmistakably his. The sleeves fall past your hands, the hem past your thighs.
Oikawa smiles, slow and fond. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “That looks really good on you.”
You roll your eyes, but your cheeks warm.
“Sit for a second,” he says, nodding toward the bed. “I’ll change too.”
You do, perching near the edge while he steps back into the hallway. When he returns, he’s wearing an oversized hoodie and plaid pyjama pants, hair a little messier, shoulders relaxed like he’s finally off duty.
“Okay,” he says quietly. “Now we’re comfortable.”
He grabs his laptop and sets it up on the bedside table. “Wanna watch a movie?”
“Yeah,” you say, already settling further onto the bed.
The lights are dimmed, the blanket pulled over both of you. The movie starts, the glow flickering softly across the room. At first, you sit close but not touching, both focused on the screen.
A few minutes pass before Oikawa shifts. His arm slides around your shoulders with easy confidence, pulling you gently into his side. You lean in without hesitation, your head resting against his chest.
“There,” he murmurs. “Better.”
You hum softly in agreement, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie.
The movie plays on, but your attention drifts when his fingers lift your chin. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. His expression is calm, sure, affectionate.
“You’re really cute like this,” he says quietly.
“Focus on the movie,” you whisper back.
He smiles. “Can’t help it, baby.”
Then he kisses you.
It’s slow and warm, confident without being overwhelming. His hand rests at your waist, steady, grounding. You kiss him back easily, the moment stretching until it becomes just distracting enough.
You pull back first, laughing softly. “Tooru.”
He hums. “Yeah?”
“You’re distracting me.”
He chuckles quietly, brushing his thumb along your jaw. “Alright. I’ll behave.”
He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and settles back, arm still around you. “Movie.”
You relax into him again, warmth sinking in. The sound of the film blends with the steady rhythm of his breathing. Somewhere between scenes, your eyes grow heavy.
Oikawa notices when your weight sinks fully into him, your breathing evening out. He looks down at you, smiling softly.
He adjusts the blanket, tucks you a little closer, and lets the movie play on, careful not to move too much.
The house stays quiet. And he stays right there.
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You wake slowly, the kind of half dreaming awareness where you’re not entirely sure what pulled you out of sleep.
There’s movement beside you, subtle, careful. The mattress dips, then lifts again. Fabric rustles quietly, like someone trying very hard not to make noise.
You blink your eyes open just enough to register Oikawa standing near the edge of the bed, pulling on a shirt. His hair is still messy, curls falling into his eyes, the early morning light slipping in through the curtains and softening everything.
“sorry,” he murmurs immediately when he notices you stir. His voice is low, gentle. “Did I wake you?”
You make a small sound in response, somewhere between a hum and a complaint, and roll onto your side. Your eyes refuse to fully open.
He pauses, watching you with a fond smile. “Hey. Go back to sleep, baby. I’m being quiet.”
You squint at him. “Mm what’re you doing?”
“Getting ready,” he says, tugging on his socks. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Getting ready for what,” you mumble.
He glances over his shoulder, completely unapologetic. “My morning run.”
That gets a reaction.
Your eyes open a little more. “You’re serious?”
He grins. “Very.”
You stare at him for a beat, still half asleep, hair a mess, his hoodie bunched around your shoulders. “You’re really going to leave your girlfriend alone in your bed,” you say slowly, “to go running. On a Saturday morning.”
Oikawa laughs, soft, warm, unmistakably amused. “When you put it like that, it sounds terrible.”
“It is terrible,” you mumble, sinking back into the pillow. “Cruel, even.”
He steps closer, looking down at you. “You’re being dramatic.”
You reach out without thinking, fingers catching the sleeve of his shirt before he can step away. The fabric wrinkles under your grip.
He pauses.
“You’re awake enough to be sneaky,” he says, amused.
You tug him closer, pressing a sleepy kiss along his jaw, right where you know it gets him every time. “Stay,” you murmur. “Please.”
Oikawa exhales softly, eyes closing for half a second. When he opens them again, there’s that familiar confident fondness there, like he knows he’s already lost.
“You know,” he says quietly, leaning down so his forehead brushes yours, “I had a whole plan.”
You kiss his jaw again, lingering this time. “Better plan now.”
He chuckles under his breath. “You’re impossible.”
“But cute,” you mumble.
He smiles. “Yeah. That’s the problem.”
With a quiet sigh, he kicks his shoes aside and climbs back into bed, pulling you into his chest without hesitation. His arm wraps around you easily, secure and warm.
“There,” he murmurs. “Run can wait.”
You relax instantly, curling closer. “Good.”
He presses a kiss to your hair, voice low and teasing. “You know you totally manipulated me, right?”
“Mhm,” you mumble, already drifting again. “Worth it.”
Oikawa smiles, holding you a little tighter as the house stays quiet around you.
“Yeah,” he whispers. “It really is.”
Hey guys, just wanted to say I’m on vacation and spending some time with my grandparents and that’s why I haven’t been posting anything here! But I’m working on some stuff. So my WIP:
Daichi x libero reader
Timeskip Tsukishima x sick reader
Karasuno x manager reader
Oikawa fic pt 2
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Oikawa Tooru
Not Your Shadow: PART 1, PART 2 (coming soon)
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Sugawara Koushi
When you are sick (headcanon)
Kageyama Tobio
It's Okay To Ask For Help
Tsukishima Kei
Your boyfriend likes gossip too much (headcanon)
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The Best You Can Be
You Look So Good, Love
Wakatoshi Ushijima x Reader (TW: eating disorders)
wc - 2.2k
You couldn’t remember how that kind of idea came to your mind. Maybe it was a comment, or a post on social media. Anyway, it didn’t matter. It was so engraved in your mind that remembering how it got in was your last problem. Lighter, thinner, smaller. The mantra you repeated every time you looked at the mirror.
Exchanging a full meal for a fruit. Not eating breakfast. Running with your boyfriend on weekends. Leaving your old school club for a sports one. Weighing yourself in the morning before even looking at your phone.
Ushijima didn’t notice. Not at all. He thought his girlfriend was trying to be healthier. So he actually was very supportive! Like “yes I can definitely take you on my morning run” mindset. He mistook the fact that you were eating fruits for lunch as a change of lifestyle, and about the club change he thought you wanted to be athletic. In his view of things, you were improving yourself and it was positive (although he doesn’t verbalize it)!
But that kind of behaviour is not sustainable in the long term, right? You thought it was, but it isn’t. And that was proved in the worst way possible.
Practice was over, you could tell by the lack of noise of sneakers squeaking on the floor or volleyballs being hit. You shyly entered the gymnasium and you saw your boyfriend with his teammates, wiping his sweaty face with a towel. Your boyfriend and his teammates already made clear thousands of times that if practice was over you could go inside and approach them instead of staying outside in the dark. And that’s what you do, you jog up to them. At least you did until your body started feeling weak (weaker than it already was), and your vision blurred until it blacked out completely.
The Best You Can Be
Karasuno x Manager Reader
wc - 1.2k
At the start, it was funny. Really funny. The new manager who was so clumsy she couldn’t spend a day without dropping and breaking something or falling herself. She would trip on the small step that took to the gym. She always dropped the water bottles. The third years were worried, but most of the team just thought it was hilarious. Tsukishima, Tanaka and Nishinoya were mean with their jokes, mostly Tsukishima. He always had snarky comments ready if anything she did went wrong.
Like the time she dropped all the water bottles and some of them actually broke. Or when she slipped and ended up knocking down all the benches with her. Or when she fell while sweeping the court and snapped the broom in half. Or when she was getting out of the bus when they arrived for a match and she went straight to the floor.
Normally, Daichi and Sugawara were the first ones to help her and she would be so embarrassed. She could hear laughs in the background and it made her even shyer. But every time she tried to do better, everything would go even more wrong. Like when she was tripping again on the small step at the gym and when she tried not to fall, her shoe ended up coming out of her foot and appeared 3 meters away. She remembered how embarrassed she was when all the team watched her walk (with shoes on only one foot) until she finally found the sneaker, their laughs engraved on her memory.
When you are sick
Sugawara Koushi headcanon (x allergic!fem!reader)
(wc - 0.4k)
Imagine Sugawara with an super allergic girlfriend, like any new smell or change of ambience triggering it
She suffers from endless sneezing and snot, intense headache and her face gets very puffy and all that can last for days
Koushi is always very worried about it because it can leave her feeling badly sick, sometimes even incapable of doing anything without pausing every 3 minutes to blow her nose
Her eyes also get very puffy and watery
So he tries to help a lot, like vacuuming the whole house and brushing the pets (if you guys have any) everyday after work to try not to trigger much the allergy
Sometimes he will beg you to rest and take a day off work because your head hurt so much it’s clear that you’re not even thinking straight
“Baby, your face is so puffy it looks so painful” while hugging you and gently holding your face in his hands
It's Okay To Ask For Help (Kageyama x Reader)
(wc - 1.8k / TW: abusive relationship)
Tobio was spending his days as a Professional Volleyball Player in Italy. Becoming a pro at only 18 years old was actually really impressive and all the technical staff of Ali Roma were very happy having him with them now at 20 years old. There, he got access to top training and services for athletes, and that included Pilates classes weekly. The instructor was a very young woman, extremely friendly and a good communicator that took only seconds to show and teach players the machines and how to use them. The first sessions were difficult for Kageyama but Y/n was very attentive and helped him achieve what the exercises were targeting, both in particular and group classes.
After 3 weeks of being part of the team, the medical staff called him for a physical evaluation which was strange since he had done one when he just got to the group, which was not long ago. But he went there anyway. In the medic room he encountered specialists on injury prevention and injury recovery that did some exams and tests on him.
“I think Y/n’s suspicions were right” — one of the specialists said.
“Yeah, she is definitely a wonderful professional”
Tobio had a shoulder injury, nothing major but the early recovery and corrective work prevented it from getting worse and eventually forcing him to stay out of volleyball. He was glad the staff, or more so Y/n, had identified an injury with such precision, because it could cost him his career or at least long months without volley and probably chronic pain for the rest of his life.
That same week, he encountered Y/n in one of the halls.
Your boyfriend likes gossip too much
Tsukishima headcanon (x nailtech!fem!reader)
(wc - 0.3k)
Tsukishima is definitely a gossiper
He’s very reserved with people he don’t know and in public he seems a bit intimidating
But it’s 100% sure that when he’s behind closed doors with his girl he’ll change A LOT.
Imagine telling him “babe did you see these two celebs are dating?” and he’s immediately asking who and looking at your phone
Sending him gossip posts on Instagram chat (he doesn’t answer it but he will ask more about it when you two are alone together)
Not Your Shadow (Oikawa x Setter!fem!reader)
Part 1
(wc: 1.3k)
Oikawa was in the bleachers, watching his girlfriend play. A Seijoh girl, that’s what they call her and her teammates. Her being a setter too, Oikawa was always excited to see her play or practice. Often they would play together (even on some cute dates). Today, however, the Seijoh Girls were losing to what everyone thought was an inferior team. All the spikers were already blocked at least once. But they kept trying. The Seijoh supporters went silent, it had been like this for a while already. And Oikawa could see everything, his face showing how he was analysing this match.
Seijoh lost. 20-25 18-25.