omg, this is so fricking cute. I’ll write for Kags, cause I have something kinda similar for Suga here ^^

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“No!” You’re clutching onto Tobio’s lifeless body, begging him to open his eyes, to to make a sound, to do anything to indicate to you that he’s still with you. “Why?” You sob, burying your face in his chest.

“Y/N?” From somewhere, his voice reaches your ears, colored with concern and still rough with sleep. 

“Tobio?” You open your eyes, and he’s hovering over you, rubbing sleep from his eyes with one hand as he cradles your face with the other. 

“What - what’s wrong?” He swipes at your cheek, and suddenly you realize that your face is wet.

“I-” You try to speak, but seeing him so close to you, awake and alive and here, brings fresh tears to your eyes. “It was so terrible.” You squeak out, clutching him closer and pressing your face into the worn fabric of his t-shirt as you breathe in his comforting scent. The memories of the dream are still clinging to you, the helplessness you felt as you’d watched him throw himself in front of you, of the bright red pool that spread from beneath his too-still body, the frantic feeling you’d felt as you grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him, begging him to say something.

“What’s the matter?” He asks again, hand running comfortingly up and down your back even though he still has no idea what’s going on.

“It was - it was just a bad dream.” You choke out, still trying to convince yourself. “You - you -” You can’t finish telling him as another sob wells up in your throat. This dream is really clinging onto you, the emotions still so fresh in your mind.

“Hey.” He holds onto your shoulders and pulls you just far enough away to look you in the eye. “You’re safe. I’m here.” You bite down on your lip and nod, eyes not leaving his face as you try to pull yourself out of the dream and back to reality. He brushes his fingertips through your hair, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “It was just a dream.” He says, settling back down on the bed and opening his arms, inviting you in. You don’t waste any time curling in against him.

“It’s okay.” He says softly against your hair, fingers tracing over your skin. 

“You were dead.” You finally say in a small voice, muffled into his chest. For a few moments his fingers stop, then he resumes his ministrations.

“But it was just a dream.” He says finally, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m here. I’m… alive. So you can go to sleep, and I’ll be right here until you wake up.” He leans his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He murmurs.

“I love you, too.” You say softly, absently rubbing the fabric of his t-shirt between your fingers. His fingers are gently carding through your hair. The sensation is slowly lulling you into a drowsy half-sleep. The memories of the dream are slowly fading from your mind, replaced with the comfort of Tobio’s words and his warmth.

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Someone drew fanart for my au??

Its so fucking cute man holy shit I love this so much I'm so in love with the style fuck I fucking love this

Part 1

(skateboarding au) - Skaterboy!Tobio x (g/n)Reader

a/n: so this is something that im super excited for and i hope u guys enjoy it cause i certainly enjoyed writing the first chapter. the song inspo for this series is offonoff’s album, ‘boy’. thanks to the hq server for helping me with the title!

Warning(s): none, just a very short chapter, maybe a cliff hanger??

You shivered softly, the cold mist of the freezer pricking your skin, telling you that you were taking too much time picking out a drink. You gazed at the brands, the colours trying to stimulate your mind to choose them, but you couldn’t decide. Cream soda or ginger beer? You gulped down the rough knot in your throat, now the hairs on your legs rising, even your contracting muscles were getting tired of your indecisiveness, you might as well just freeze yourself there and get the store clerk to call you ‘Modern Art’.

As you started to list all the pros and cons of each soda, an external force interrupted you, making you slightly jump despite your stiffness.

“How long are you going to take?” the raven-haired boy said, quirking his eyebrow at you as he let his eyes dart between the cheap skateboard in your hand and your scratched up helmet.

You looked at him, taking in his loose fitting black and white clothes before stepping back, not wanting to comment on how that was slightly rude his words were, knowing that you were in the fault anyways. You couldn’t help it though, the failures of your past hour skating clouding your mind didn’t allow you to think straight. At least you didn’t embarrass yourself in front of all the pro-skaters in the skate park, which was adjacent to the park that you practiced in. You watched with how much ease the lanky boy snatched the milk carton from the top of the racks, closing the freezer’s door and letting the gust of air reveal his forehead and the sweat accumulated there. That’s when you noticed the dark blue board in his right hand, skid marks lining the edges of it, the wheels beaten up but clean, and you wondered if he could skate just as easily as he could pick out his drink.

Once again, your roaming thoughts were interrupted, “Why are your wheels so shitty?” he asked.

If it wasn’t for the pure innocence of the curiosity in the widening of his eyes, you would have been offended. You looked down at the red board in your hands, hoping that the lopsided helmet on your head and the dirt marks colouring your skin didn’t look as bad you thought they did, because you certainly did feel overwhelmed by the beauty of the boy, highlighted by the lights, staring down at you.

Adjusting your helmet, you smiled weakly and even shook your head, remembering how your parents only allowed you to get a cheap board to begin skating, but you were over the moon at the revelation.

“I’ve just started skating, so I didn’t want to invest too much into it, cause there’s a chance that I would want to drop it” you replied, thumbing the peeling grp-tape of your board.

“Why would you want to drop skating? That sounds crazy”, his reply got you to look back up at him.

The blue hues of his eyes told you that he meant what he said, and he didn’t even mean it in a rude way, he said it as if it sounded like you were suggesting a divorce with the love of your life after simple fight.

You shrugged your shoulders, “you never know”, looking to his reflection in the glass of the freezer.

“Well, why don’t you make it something that you’ll never dream of leaving?” he said, turning around and heading towards the counter.

You quickly opened the freezer, grabbing the cream soda before running after him, swearing under your breath as the tail of your board hits the skin on your ankle. Even though you had never seen him skate, you were certain that he was a master at it, and you couldn’t let the opportunity go, because no matter how many videos you watched or articles you read, you could never get down simple tricks or skate without crashing.

“Hey, mister, please teach me!” you panted, accidentally slamming your drink on the counter as you faced his side, your heart slowly accelerating as peered up at him.

He widened his eyes yet again, but it was different this time. It wasn’t curiosity, it was more surprise, and even though you wanted to just stare at his blue eyes, you knew you had to convince him to teach you.

“Huh? Kid, just because I told you to love skating, that doesn’t mean I’ll tea-“

“Please help me to love skating”.

You were desperate and you didn’t care how much desperation you were showing, but with how this boy talked about skating, you wanted to learn the heart and words to do so too. Your whole life, you had never wanted to do something so much, especially being in such a slump on deciding what you wanted to do besides studies, this was something that you wanted to because you wanted to. No matter how many times you fall, you know you’ll just get up wanting to fall more as long as you could skate more.

The shocked skater looked at you, his eyebrows twitching as he gulped once you had shifted closer to him, almost like you wanted to steal his soul just to learn how to skate. Despite how outwardly you were acting to such a stranger, all he saw was himself in your eyes, how desperate he was a few years ago to his mentor when he nearly got rejected by him. He looked at the tufts of hair that poked out from under your helmet, the sweat lining your forehead and jaw, the grazes that seemed to slap you on the cheeks and the pure determination in your eyes.

Eheheh I know, I know, it took me long enough, but here it is!!! The thrilling conclusion ;) This is pretty much just a self-indulgent first date with Kuroo scenario and it got really long oops :’) (tagging @igetcarriedawaywithyou bc I had to screenshot your ask - lmk if you want me to untag you!)

Part 1 | Part 2

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“I think I’m gonna throw up.” You announce to your roommate, fidgeting with your phone in your lap as you wait for 6:00. She shakes her head.

“I don’t understand why you’re so nervous. You weren’t this nervous before your last date.”

You laugh wryly. “Yeah, and look what happened then!” You think back for the hundredth time, and shudder at the though of what could have happened - if it weren’t for Kuroo.

“I have a feeling this Kuroo guy isn’t going to stand you up.” She stabs her spoon into her bowl of ice cream, taking a giant spoonful. 

“I know.” You sigh. “I know!” You repeat more convincingly, a small smile coming to your face. You’ve been texting with Kuroo almost non-stop for the past week, and you haven’t felt this way about a guy for a while. If you’re honest, that’s what scares you the most.

“Besides, he’s picking you up here, and you’re not even going to a bar.” Her words are muffled around the ice cream in her mouth. “And you’re already half in love with him.”

“Am not.” You say, a little too quickly. She’s gracious enough to let it go with nothing more than a sly smile. Of course you’re not in love with him yet. You’ve only met him in person once, and circumstances were far from ideal. But with time - who knows? You shake your head before you can go too far down that rabbit trail.

Your phone chimes. He’s waiting for you outside. You swallow back the sudden bubble of nausea and get to your feet.

“Well, he’s here. I’ll see you later!” You give your roommate a wave and head for the door.

“Don’t hurl!” She calls after you cheerfully. You shut the door behind you without giving her a second glance.

“Hey.” Kuroo pushes away from the wall where he’d been waiting when he catches sight of you. He flashes you a smile that you can’t help but return. You’d been secretly wondering if he’d do something about his hair for your date, but it looks just as unruly as it had that night. For some reason, there’s something comforting about that fact, and you feel your nerves slowly begin to lessen.

“Hi.” You greet him, falling into step beside him.

“I do have to give you a disclaimer.” He says immediately. “We’re not exactly going to a coffee shop, but there’s this really cool place I want to show you. You’ll love it.” He promises. “We’ll have to take the train, though, if that’s alright with you.” He knocks his arm against yours.

“Fine with me.” You smile. After he learned that you’d only recently moved to the city, he insisted that he had to show you some of his favorite spots. You’re curious to see just what he has in mind.

The train is full, so you both end up standing. You’re used to being packed into the train at times, it comes with living in such a large, busy city, but you’re especially aware of him so close to you. When the train lurches, he has a hand at your elbow to make sure that you don’t lose your balance. You flash him a quick smile. Somehow, in the short time you’ve known him, it seems he’s always the one looking out for you.

By the time you get off the train, twilight has just begun to fall. The city is bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun, and it plays across Kuroo’s face. You duck your head when you realize he’s caught you staring, but all he does is smile and reach for the back of his neck.

 You walk a few blocks from the train station. “This way.” He guides you, and you take a turn down a quieter street, with fewer apartment buildings and business storefronts and more small shops. You’ve never been down this way before. It seems like a nice area to spend a Sunday afternoon.

“There’s a lot of cool places around here.” Kuroo speaks up. “They have great ramen there.” He points to a small restaurant, one you wouldn’t have even noticed if it wasn’t pointed out to you. “Oh, and that’s an amazing little coffee shop. They have the best brownies.” The small shop has a hand-painted sign in the window. You look at him in amazement.

“How do you find out about all of this stuff?”

He grins. “Lots of exploring. I just really enjoy it, you know? Finding all the little hole-in-the-wall places that most people don’t know about. It’s like a hidden treasure. There’s more places like that than you think.”

“Oh.” You breathe. “That sounds like so much fun.”

“Yeah?” He knocks his arm against yours again. You aren’t sure if it’s intentional, but you still feel your face getting warm. “Well I’ll have to take you sometime. I drag Kenma out with me most weekends.” Kenma - his best friend you note mentally. He’s talked about him before.

“I would really like that.” You nod. Your first date isn’t over, and he’s already talking about the second, as naturally as could be. You can’t help but smile to yourself. Whatever nerves and uncertainties you had been feeling earlier today, they’re completely dissolving.

“It’s just a few more blocks ahead.” He says, and you watch in front of you, your curiosity building. Finally, you approach a park of sorts, and as soon as you pass through the entrance you stop, looking around yourself in wonderment. There’s a walking path, and all along it are trees strung full of fairy lights. Their glow illuminates the intricately carved statues interspersed between them. There are a few small vendor carts as well, selling coffee and various festival foods. After a few moments of taking it in, you feel Kuroo’s hand nudge yours.

“So, what do you think?” He leans toward you and asks in a hushed voice.

“This is beautiful.” You breathe out. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Yeah, I found this park a few years ago. They have different art installations throughout the year, and they’re all pretty cool. This one’s gotta be my favorite, though.” He motions toward the food vendors. “What do you want? Take your pick.” 

You walk slowly between the stands before finally making your selection. “Thanks, Kuroo.” You finally say, when you have your treat in hand and the two of you have begun to make your way down the footpath. 

“What kind of date would I be if I didn’t buy you anything to eat?” He brushes it off with a wave of his hand.

“No, I mean… for everything. For this.” You wave your hand at your surroundings. “It’s got to be one of the coolest dates I’ve ever been on.”

“One of?” He gives you a teasing grin. “I’ll work on that for next time.” That’s the moment he knocks his hand against yours again, more purposefully, and you recognize the invitation. You turn your hand palm up, and he slides your hands together, fitting his fingers between yours. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, and you smile at him, hoping it can convey everything you can’t put into words.

You walk slowly through the park, taking everything in. You’re talking the whole time. About nothing - about everything. You don’t realize how much time has passed until the lights in the trees flicker out, leaving only the harsher white park lighting. “Guess that’s our cue to leave.” Kuroo chuckles.

The train is much emptier than it had been earlier that evening. Still, you sit close together. Kuroo puts his arm loosely around your shoulders, and you let yourself lean ever-so-slightly into him. He has the same smell you remember from his coat the night you’d met - something warm and comforting that you can’t quite place.

Back in front of your apartment building, it’s finally time to say your goodbyes. Kuroo finally lets go of your hand. You don’t say anything at first, trying to drag it out just a little longer.

“I had a great time tonight.” Kuroo is the one to speak. “Honestly. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m really glad that guy didn’t show up for you last week. Is that insensitive?”

“Maybe.” You laugh. “But I know what you mean. Sure, it might’ve been more ideal if i met you when I was sober, but drunk me is sure glad you showed up when you did.” You pause, and the two of you simultaneously take a step closer together. You giggle softly.

“Don’t go to any more bars alone.” He scolds gently, a soft smile on his face.

You shake your head. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

When his face is only inches away from yours, he pauses. “Is this okay?”

You wrap your fingers into the fabric of his coat. “Perfect.” You breathe before tugging him close enough to cover the final distance between you. His kiss is warm and firm, and when you finally pull away, he follows after you for one final peck. He grins.

“Wanna go exploring with me next Saturday?”

much fluff, enjoy 

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It was a cold Tuesday morning you spent in your best friend’s bed. The semester break was almost over and Tendou would soon have to swap his beloved mangas with school books again, no matter how much he would hate it. The sun was shining through the window right on the red-haired one who was leaning on wall and was looking absently at his manga. His red hair shimmered in the light as he tilted his head and glanced at you with his dark eyes before he looked back into his manga.

“The time with you,” he said, closing his manga, “I really enjoy it.” His neutral glance was on you and you didn’t really know what to say. A little smile formed on your face while you watched him lying down next to you. With some distance between the two of you, you lay there in his perfectly soft bed while the sun warmed you both. You loved being in his room, lying in his bed and breathing in his scent. Satori wasn’t just your best friend for a long time… and you could swear he knew that. He was no fool, he knew you by heart and could read you better than any book in the world. But he never brought it up. Your smile turned into a bitter one, you couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore. You had often wondered why your feelings had so obvious for so long but had never become an issue. It was probably uncomfortable for your best friend, maybe he just wanted to continue being your best friend and nothing more. Satori was one of the dearest people you knew, even if many would contradict you. Of course there were his hyperactive, sarcastic sides, but only few knew the calm, serious Satori, who was still a little bit broken inside. But that didn’t matter to you. Broken or not, you took him as he was. 

But he probably couldn’t say the same. Maybe he thought you weren’t right for each other. You seemed so different. You just weren’t someone he would fall in love with. Who would willingly?

With his dark eyes still on you, he analyzed every movement of your face. He knew that look, that sad, bitter expression on your face. A little sigh escaped his throat as he nervously tugged at his sleeves. Satori wished he could relieve you of every fear, every bad thought that crossed your mind, but he knew as well as you did that this was not possible in real life.

He felt this restraint in his chest, this wall that seemed to create itself every time he wanted to tell you how he felt. Satori hated that wall, he hated himself for not being able to just burst out with it, for not being able to just shout it out into the whole world how much he liked you. Every time he opened his mouth to confess his throat would clench, not a single word would leave his lips. But he wanted it, he wanted it so much. Tendou longed for your closeness, your fingers in his hair, your touch on his skin, your lips on his, but it would never happen. It would never happen if he didn’t finally dare to tell you.

He could feel a little spark of hope sprouting in his heart. It made it so much easier for Satori to move, he almost felt like he was flying. For you, time stood still as your best friend wordlessly slid closer to you while he looked you calmly in the eyes. He was so close, you feared your heart would jump out of your chest as soon as he put his warm hand on your cheek, his face only inches away from yours. As if he would ask for permission, Tendou stopped moving when the tips of your noses touched while his gaze twitched down to your lips for a moment. Your fingers buried themselves in his red strands and gently pulled him closer, his heart stopped for a little moment only to start racing again.

Tendou’s lips were soft, his kiss gentle yet so meaningful. He kissed you as he meant it, as he felt for you, with all the longing he could muster and yet he didn’t want to scare you away. Satori separated from you way too soon when he looked at you carefully. You could see that he was afraid he had done something wrong, even though he finally did what you had been waiting for so long.

Request: pretty setters! May I request a scenario with Suga and Akaashi where it’s night time and it’s time to go to bed but reader-chan can’t sleep so they call their boyfriend so that they can listen to their voice and lull them to sleep? Oh! And whisper/murmur sweet words? X3 I got this idea from dummy head mic drama CDs with their voice actors and its ingenious~ they’re practically whispering in your ear~

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You lay flat on your back, blinking up at the ceiling. You’d tried curling up and taking slow, deep breaths, listening to soothing music, and even counting sheep, but you don’t even feel tired. Watching the minutes flick by on the clock only makes you feel guiltier with every passing second, so that’s why you’d finally flopped over.

A spam e-mail lights up your phone screen, and as you lazily unlock your phone to delete it you end up clicking through to your contact list, fingertip hovering over “Koushi:)♥♥” You hadn’t wanted to resort to this, but surely he’d understand. With any luck, he hadn’t gone to sleep just yet.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” Sugawara answers after the first ring. You draw the phone closer to your ear, already curling into the sound of his voice.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You murmur. “I just couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was silly to call…”

“No, it’s fine.” From the way he’s forcing his voice, you can tell he must’ve been almost asleep. You almost feel guilty. “Do you want to talk?”

“Tell me a story.” You request childishly, unabashed in the late hour and your sleep-deprived state. He laughs.

“Well, okay.” After a few moments, he begins. It’s something about how Tanaka and Nishinoya tried to trick Kiyoko into holding their hands. You try to pay attention, but the soft lilt of his voice soon has your eyes sliding shut. “Are you still there?” He asks after a time, and you realize he’d finished his story. You mumble something to assure him that you are, wishing he wouldn’t hang up just yet.

“I love you.” He says then, softly, and you feel your breath catch in your throat at the tenderness of his voice. “So much. You’re the one part of my life that I never want to change. The one person I always want to have with me. You make me happy. You make me stronger. You make me want to keep going even when I feel like giving up. You make me better.” He pauses, and you realize your breaths have slowed and evened. “You make me say that kind of thing like it’s easy.” He laughs softly, the exhaustion clearly catching up with him as well. “Because loving you is easy.”

You can only hum in response, feeling the blurry edge of sleep drawing closer and closer. “Love you.” You finally eek out the words.

“I love you too. I’m going to hang up now.” You murmur your agreement. “Goodnight. Sleep well, my darling.” With those words echoing through your mind, you finally give in to the warm pull.

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“Nope.” You murmur to yourself, letting your eyes fly open. Every time you close them, that serial killer from yesterday’s movie has his knife drawn on you and you can feel your heart start to slam against the sides of your chest. You can’t remember why you let your friend convince you to see it with them. Now it’s after midnight and you wish you could remember what a refreshing, calm night’s sleep feels like. You’ve dialed and brought the phone to your ear before you can convince yourself it’s a bad idea.

“Babe?” Akaashi sounds confused and his voice is still hoarse with sleep. “’s something the matter? It’s - it’s 12:36.”

“I know.” You say in a small voice, drawing your pillow closer to your chest as you feel the edge of fear in your gut just beginning to lessen. “I - I watched a horror movie with my friend. Now every time I try to go to sleep I feel like I’m going to be murdered.” He sighs, and the sound crackles through the phone.

“Why?” You mumble something non-committal, and he sighs again. “You’re safe. I promise, you’re safe. No one’s going to get you. Your doors are locked, your mom and dad are in the next room. I’m here.” You try to ignore the fact that ‘here’ is really his own bed miles away. “I’ll talk to you until you fall asleep, okay?”

“Okay.” The relief starts to bubble in your middle.

“At practice tomorrow, Bokuto-san says he’s going to spike fifty tosses. Fifty. That means I have to toss fifty tosses. I question his sanity sometimes. Scratch that. A lot of the time. Scratch that. All the time.” A soft chuckle escapes your lips. “And then I have to go home and finish my History essays. Mom wants me to take the cat for her flea shots, too.” You fade in and out as he talks in his low, even voice about the days ahead. When the conversation changes, you almost miss it.

“Do you know how much you mean to me?” Maybe you haven’t responded for so long that he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. “The answer is a lot. More than anything. You’re my best friend. You encourage me. You listen to me. You stick with me. You keep smiling at me. Every time you smile at me I feel like I have to be the luckiest person on earth. I wonder what I ever did to deserve you.”

“Keiji.” His name is a breath across your lips, but he stops short. “I love you.”