baby, take my hand

Tetsuro’s Not-So-Secret Admirer

desc: You’re his biggest fan and shame on you for thinking he doesn’t know. When you disappoint him by not showing up during his match, secrets unfold just right after. 

wc: 1.5k 

warning/s: none 

a/n: ik this isn’t a request but it’s his birthday and i love him to the moon and back i’ll literally sell my soul for him 🥺also, i rlly enjoyed writing this pls give it a shot <333 

They won; they were going to nationals. Nekoma’s captain had all reason to be happy— ecstatic even; this wouldn’t be his last game and they actually have a shot playing Karasuno. Weirdly enough, he was in too much dismay to enjoy their victory, ordering his team to line up in front of their schoolmates who came to cheer them on.

His fan club was there, but you weren’t. He knows you didn’t attend his game; his eyes would always scan the crowd at every timeout and your absence would disappoint him each time, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he tries to figure out why you didn’t come to support him.

You were his number one fan, right? He pretended to not know and be nonchalant about how you ‘subtly’ admired him, but oh, he knows— and you’d be embarrassed to know how he found out. One last time, before leaving the court, he looks up at the stands; and still, you weren’t there.

Maybe he was twisted or obsessed, but spiking a ball, scoring off a block or amazingly digging a seemingly impossible-to-receive ball just didn’t feel as exhilarating despite the constant cheering of his name. Pride didn’t course through his veins all throughout the match wherein he led his team without flaw and he blames you for it.

He never got to see the head-over-heels look in your eyes, didn’t hear you shout his name or clutch at your chest anxiously at a long rally, and most importantly, you weren’t there to approach him after such a hard-earned and awaited victorious match. If you were, he just knows it was the time to ask you out on a date instead of settling for the ‘let’s like each other from afar’ relationship.

“Kuroo,” Kenma mutters under his breath, making the disheartened captain look up from his own shoes. He wonders why they’ve stopped, the bus was waiting, but when he sees you standing before his team, he’s rendered helplessly speechless.

You stood self-consciously aware that all of them were staring at you. Not that that mattered much, what really made you become a jumble of nerves was Kuroo’s passive stare. How could you even look at him in the eyes? The answer is you can’t, he was too glorious you’re bound to go blind. His hair was messy as usual and his tall figure made him stand out, black shirt beautifully sticking to his body and his red shorts just not long enough to shield your sight away from his thighs.

“The bus is waiting, let’s hurry up,” Kuroo nonchalantly says to his team, your heart sinking for some reason. What did you expect anyway? You were just another one of his fans and your unwavering feelings for him won’t magically make him like you back.

You just want to see him a little longer, cursing yourself for waking up late and not seeing his game. Before you knew it, one of them passed by you, and another, and another until finally, he walked by you as well, the momentary closeness of Kuroo Tetsuro just when he was beside you making your knees weak and your heart ache with longing.

Unrequited love is hard and being his fan is hard though it’s one of your greatest joys. Seeing him happy, knowing that he had aced another test and witnessing the grin on his face as he focused on something he loved to do made you ultimately content and happy, and that was enough.

But were you sincerely content with it or was it just a lie you told yourself to erase the pain of being a mere fan among many?

Screw loving him from a distance. “Kuroo-senpai!” You call for him, turning around with your body set on sprinting towards his bus if you have to. You were so sure you would confess today, in front of his team if you must without fearing his rejection; but what were you supposed to do when you’re met with his chest the moment you turn around?

He was right in front of you, hands inside the pockets of his unzipped red Nekoma jacket. You lose your voice and bravery, pathetically unable to move or even look up at him as you internally go into panic. He is looking at you and you know that he knows you’re flustered.

“I’m right here,” he quietly says and you gulp. “Weren’t you going to say something?”

For a second you doubt that they won, he just seemed so glum and scary. “It’s nothing, I- I’m sorry, I should go,” your strings of stuttered words were barely audible and your rushing to leave made him all the more frustrated, “after skipping my match like that you’ll run off so soon?”

You look up at him in surprise, “how do you know I wasn’t there?”

“Where were you?” He ignores your question, but you were more curious. “Why do you care?”

He involuntarily cracks a grin, just a second ago you were hardly coherent and you were obviously nervous but now you’re answering his question with another question without breaking a sweat. “I don’t have to answer you if you’re not telling me what it is you wanted to tell me earlier.”

You raise a brow at him, “I said it was nothing.”

“You called for me as if your life was on the line, I’m sure it was nothing,” he sarcastically says. You weren’t sure before, but now you’re positive that he was teasing you. He’s lost the depressing aura he had earlier and wore the cutest grin you’ve seen on him as he stares back at you.

You silently commend yourself for not breaking eye contact but now you don’t even know what to do, feeling cornered and restless. Now is the perfect time to confess, there won’t be another chance like this because you know you’re too chicken to go through another nerve-wracking encounter with him.

“Kuroo-senpai,” you softly say, and he subtly bites the inside of his cheek to fight off the smile that threatened to show upon hearing you say his name. “I- I think I like you,” you mutter, biting your lip as you immediately look away.

“You think?” He taunts, taking a daring step closer to you and smirking when you squeak instead of taking a step back. He’s got you wrapped around his finger and he knows it, “you sound unsure, and that’s not good enough.”

“Good enough for what?” You can’t fight it anymore, you just had to look back at him, wanting to touch him all the more that he stood this painfully close. “Good enough to be more than just my silly fan,” he chuckles, before stepping away.

“I have to go, and since you missed my game earlier,” he trails off in thought but you fail to register a word he just said because you were just so mesmerized at the sight of him. He genuinely looked happy and carefree, his eyes twinkling with excitement and his lips pulled up in a playful grin.

His victory earlier caught on to him but what really made him this euphoric was your confession. “Since you missed my game earlier, you could make up for it by going out with me.”

“What?” Your jaw drops, and his grin widens. “Text me later kitten,” he winks, slowly backing away as he takes steps back, his gaze still not leaving yours, “I assume you have my number.”

“I don’t.” You lie.

“Kuroo-senpai, you don’t know me, but I’m your biggest fan and I hope you ace your test today,” he playfully says, looking back at your horrified expression with a smug smirk.

He takes another step back, “senpai, it’s me again. I’d love to run my fingers through your messy hair, oh and you looked really dashing today in a lab coat.”

Another step, “Kuroo-senpai, you haven’t been sleeping well, I’m worried and I hope you start taking better care of yourself.”

“Stop!” You hiss.

His smirk falls off, replaced by a serious but soft look as he stares back at you, “senpai, you were really amazing today, but I don’t like you just because you’re tall, or handsome or an insanely amazing volleyball player and captain. I love how you care for everyone around you; I love how you’re always so eager to study for chemistry and I definitely love how you kindly flash a smile of gratitude towards your fans after every game. It makes me happy; I just like you very much, Kuroo-senpai, and I’ll support you at your every match since that’s the only time I could express how I feel for you without being discovered.”

“You even memorized that?!” You shriek, words couldn’t even explain how embarrassed you are right now as you cover your face with your hands; you’re pretty much close to crying at this point.

“You… broke off your promise, you weren’t there to cheer me on earlier,” his lips press into a thin line before he cracks a grin, “that was how I expedted your confession to go, but it’s fine,” he snickers.

“So all along you knew that was me?”

“I know you thought you were anonymous when you sent me those texts but I had your contact saved too, I liked you first you know,” he chuckles, “and for the record,” he bites his lip, hesitant to continue but he does, “I don’t even look at anyone else after a match—  I don’t flash a smile of gratitude to my fans y/n, I smile at you.”  

Giving you one last soft smile, he finally turns around and walks away. Who would’ve thought the man of your dreams had you in his every night far longer than you?

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genre: fluff/slight angst 

pairing: tsukishima kei x reader 

song: would you be so kind by dodie

synopsis: you’ve fallen for quite a boy and what’s the best way to confess to someone if not during the school festival? 

wc: 2.37k

a/n: truth be told, i was inspired to write this when i was listening to dodie, and i tried to somehow tie the lyrics in with the story, but i kinda lost my flow in between, but the story still works! 

“This might seem strange…” You should’ve known better than to reach out to Yamaguchi and Yachi the moment those words left his lips. You should’ve cut him off, stopped him before he could finish the thought and left, but you didn’t. You had sat there with your attention wrapped around Yamaguchi’s finger as he conceptualized your perfect confession.

I should’ve gone to someone else, you thought. But you didn’t have many friends and the ones you did have had no experience with love. You were lucky enough to have been friends with the ultimate Karasuno High duo canonically known to the student body as: YamaYachi.

Though, you weren’t entirely sure if you could even deem yourself lucky.

They were quite meddlesome since you’ve come to know them and let them into your life. Though for someone as quiet and kept together as you, their presence helped spice up it every now and then. Like when they volunteered you to be the new volleyball manager without your consent, or when they had found out your heart had unwillingly fallen for Karasuno’s notorious jackass, Tsukishima Kei, and butt in.

They would crack a wedge in every small opening they found to get you two together and chucked you right through it. During practice, when it came to water breaks, they’d make sure Tsukki wouldn’t be able to get his water bottle, forcing him to go to you to ask for it. Whenever they heard Tsukki wanted to stay behind to practice, without your consent, they’d volunteer you. When it came to walking home, oh, they’d make sure you were always by his side while they followed behind.

Though it had been extremely uncomfortable and embarrassing, a friendship did blossom. Eventually, Yachi and Yamaguchi no longer needed to manipulate the forces of nature, and Tsukki would just come looking for you on his own.

So here you were, determination shaking in your bones as you strode down the crowded corridor of your high school, going against the current as you ignored your friends’ attempts to catch your attention. You took deep breaths to calm the persistent thumping of your heart and to the ease  the miniatured yous dashing around in circles in your mind.

If it had been up to you, your confession would’ve been as toned down and discreet as you: sticking a note in Tsukki’s locker and making a run for it. But your high school life had fallen into the hands of two people who shared the same brain cell, so of course, go big or go home.

At least that’s what Yamaguchi had said.

He made it a point that it was their final year while you were still struggling in your second year. “If you’re gonna tell someone you like them, you might as well do it facing them head on, right?”

As much as you hated it, he was right. But you shook the pompous image of Yamaguchi as you drew near your meeting place. You met Yachi at the corner away from everyone else. Her face softened when she saw the nervousness in your eyes and greets you with a hug.“How are you lungs?”

“They’re a bit in pain.” You answered honestly, breaths shaky. “This so dumb, I don’t think I can do this.”

“If I could swap chests with you today, I would.” She joked as an attempt to ease you; it was her silly way of saying, “I’d trade the storm in your heart for the stillness in mine,” and though her odd one-liners would help, it wasn’t working. “You don’t have to do the funny stuff Yams said—just  go up to him and tell him. That’s all you really need to do…They boys are just over there by the ramen booth,”

You leaned to the side to catch a good look at Tsukki, but what you find tightly gripped your heart and squeezed out the little confidence you had been mustering the entire day.

Another girl—a pretty girl—who was glued to him by the hip, laughing and twirling her hair. But what shocked you the most was the way Tsukki looked at her intently as she spoke, like he was making it a point to actually listen to whatever was coming out of her mouth.

Yachi caught the pain etched in your face and turned to see what the problem was, “Oh shit.”

You didn’t exactly know what came over you, but before you brain could match the tempo of the rest of your body, you called out his name and marched towards him. “Tsukishima Kei!”

Eyes dilated and looking down at you, he blinked at the sudden sight of you. His lips twitched in a smile as if he was happy to see you, but before he could address you or even say hello, you cut him off, unintentionally yelling, “I like you! I-I know you know that I like you, b-but that’s not enough…So, i-if you would—Please go out with me! ”

Time was such a fickle thing; because though it had only been a mere couple of seconds, it felt like you were stuck in a forever as the silence lingered between you, Tsukki, and everyone else that was within range to hear not only your confession, but your unexpectedly bold decision to ask him out as well.

Holy fucking shit, you thought. Though the silence was a loud and clear response, the rapid thumping of your heart was louder; and you couldn’t stand the thought of staying there any longer. So before Tsukki would even manage to part his lips, you bolted out of there.

You ran to the pool side, far from where everyone else had gathered, where you were supposed to watch the fireworks with Tsukki if things had fallen into place like it was supposed to. You plopped yourself onto bleachers and sunk your head into your hands as you wept. You felt in incredibly silly.

“There’s gotta be some butterflies somewhere,” Yamaguchi had said this when you asked if it was a smart move for you to confessing to someone when you weren’t even sure if there was even the smallest possibility the feelings were mutual. You should’ve taken it as a sign that you shouldn’t have done.

But you did.

Oh, god, you did.

The image of Tsukki looking at you dumbfounded by your confession bled through and all you could do was sob harder into your hands. You remember  the teams’ faces, how shocked they were to have heard you say more than three words in one breath.

Oh, shit, the team. You were gonna have to quit being manager because there as no way in hell you could bounce back from the depths of your embarrassment and pretend as if you hadn’t done that, especially in front of that pretty girl.

You wanted to hate Yamaguchi and Yachi, to place the blame on them, but they never said to screech out a confession let alone ask him out. So, this was undoubtedly on you. In the end, you were the idiot and you probably just lost a really decent friendship with someone you didn’t even believe could be a good friend to begin with.

Regardless of Tsukki’s reputation, he was quite kind, considerate, and attentive; if you were struggling with math or life in general he was willing to listen if he couldn’t physically step in to help. Thinking about it, he always seemed to match his pacing with yours. If you were in a good mood, he’d banter with you, but if you weren’t he’d tread lightly and do something to lift your spirits.

During lunch, he’d buy food in pairs; one for him and one for you because he when he asked why you didn’t bring food every day, you told him you didn’t have time to do it in the morning and you were too tired to bother when you came home. He’d lend you his jacket if you felt cold.  He’d always wait for you after club if you had to pack up equipment or do extra tasks.

All these small gestures made your heart stand on its toes, but maybe you were bold to assume he saw your more than a friend.

Maybe you were bold to assume anything.

“I wanna die!” You groaned as you finally lifted your head from your hands, your eyes meeting the sky. The sun had fallen into the horizon and it was beginning to grow dark.

“Well, if you drop dead now, I won’t be able to give you an answer.” You jumped at the disembodied voice, gasping. You whipped your head to find Tsukki stepping out of the tall shadow of the pool shed. A sly smirk played across his lips with this hands hidden behind his back as he waltzed towards you.

You frowned at him, not really looking at him, but rather the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to run, you accepted your fate and swallowed the little pride you surprisingly had left and decided to face the rejection head on.

“H-How’d you find me?” Your voice was strained from the crying, so you cleared your throat and tried to relax. But when Tsukki took up the space beside you, you couldn’t help but flinch back into stiffness.

“Yamaguchi said you might be here…"You scoffed as you brought your knees up to your chest, still avoiding looking at him. You looked ahead at the backdrop of the night, your ears trained on the subtle chirping of the crickets nearby. This would’ve been an ideal date moment, thought. The embarrassment once again creeped in and you shiver at what you had done moments ago.

Why was he here? Shouldn’t he be with that girl? If he was here to reject you, he should hurry up rather than spend another moment wasting it on silence.

"Hey—”

“If you’re going to reject me, please do so now.” You deadpanned, cutting him off. There was a tingling, numbing feeling that began to build in the tips of your fingers, and would later spread throughout your whole body. “I’d rather you be straight to the point and reject me now. I’d rather you be cold and straight to the point rather than sit here and pick at your words, so please  just hurry and reject me.”

Tsukki scoffed at you, pushing the frame of his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose. “Well, damn,” He seethed. The way he said your name made your heart float, but your stomach drop. “What the hell do you want?”

“Excuse me?”

“You asked me to go out with you, now you want me to reject you? Tell me, which is it?” You looked at him, finally meeting his gaze. He looked annoyed—no, he looked angry and you couldn’t tell why.

“I—”

“Because I came here with an answer and a bag full of that spicy ramen you liked so much,” He leaned in, lessening the gap between the two of you. Though you should’ve been wary at the close proximity, you couldn’t help but have your thoughts wander over to the spicy ramen. Did he really bring me spicy ra—“ You’re so annoying! I listened when you told me what you had to say, so shut up and listen to me.”

“Tsukki I—”

“Yes.” He said, firmly. He swung his leg over to the other side of the bench so that he’d be completely facing you. Your cheeks began to burn and you swallowed thickly at the action. “Yes, I will go out with you. I want to go out with you. Damn it, I was supposed to ask you myself, but you had to go ahead of me. I didn’t even know you had that in you.”

“…I didn’t…” You muttered.

“Then why’d you go and do it?”

“I—” You were at a loss for words; partly because Tsukki had just said yes, but also because of his bluntness and the aggression laced in the words that so easily left his lips. “I wanted you to know before you graduated…and it would’ve been a waste if I stuck a note in your locker instead of facing you head on…”

“So you decided to yell it at me?”

“I panicked!” You retorted.

“Why?”

“Well,” You caught your bottom lip between your teeth before you could let yourself finish. You remembered the pretty girl, how close she leaned onto Tsukki, and the bitter taste that followed. “I—Cause…That..That girl you were with…I kinda just…I snapped, okay?”

“The girl?…Oh.” It was as if you heard a clicking sound the moment Tsukki had realized what you meant. “That’s my cousin… She’ll be an incoming first year next year, so I wanted to show her around.”

Oh, my god, shoot me in between the eyes.

You buried your face back into your hands as Tsukki began to laugh. You wanted to die right then and there, you prayed to the deity’s to grace you with some sort of blessing and hit you with a rock—maybe even get set on fire by a firework. Anything.

“Wooow, I can’t believe I like you.” Tsukki sighed as he leaned back with his arms stretched behind him for support. You peaked at him through the spaces between your fingers, watched as he smirked to himself.

“W-Wait you really like me?”

“Duh!” He spat, rolling his eyes. “Did you think I said yes to you as a joke? I would’ve said yes to you in front of everyone back there if you hadn’t taken off like that.” You sat there as you pressed your legs closer to your chest, resting your chin on your knees completely dumbfounded. You had many questions, but not enough time to take up in the night to ask it all.

You sat up straight before completely twisting yourself to face him. He furrowed his  brows at you, watching you shift in your seat as you tried to regain the confidence you had lost. You cleared you throat and met his eyes, leaning in. “Then, would you be so kind to fall in love with me?”

synopsis: tsukki agrees to be your fake boyfriend, how he ends up your actual boyfriend still baffles him 

warnings: fluff!! a little bit of language, some mild spiciness at the end, it gets a bit suggestive but nothing too crazy!! tsukki being a brat but also not a brat, probably bad grammar! forgive me! third year tsukki and reader! 

characters: tsukishima kei 

a/n: hi this little silly idea that nobody asked for has been in my head for a while now, i just can’t help how much i like this big dumb jerk!! >:( anyway hope you enjoy it!! <33 thanks for reading!! <33

“stop looking at me like that—just answer the question,” you mumble, your gaze settling on the floor, focused on a small scuff on the front of your right shoe.

“let me see if i heard you correctly: you want me to be your fake boyfriend for a week?” he asks, a smirk painted devilishly on his features.

you kick your foot into the ground, a nervous tick really, you shove your hands deep into your coat pockets. “not the whole week, just the weekend,” you correct him, cheeks still tinted pink, lips still pouting.

“i know it’s a weird thing to ask, you don’t have to say yes, i can ask kageyama-“ you start to add but he is quick to interupt, the mere mention of the setters name igniting his unrelenting will to beat him at everything and anything, including this.

“alright, if you’re this desperate, i’ll do it.”

[requested]

member: minho  wc: 1.2k genre: questionable angst (?), fluff (?) no one knows warning: explicit language note: late af bc i had to deal w meetings + there’s this song that goes self self self ur strong ur beautiful this cant be we cant be weak for our crushes just one check and u already seen it but like in my language lmao

[12:51 AM] Minho dials your number on his phone’s keypad for the twelfth time tonight, fingers shaky at pressing the all-too familiar sequence until he gives up halfway again, hurriedly deleting the numbers and closing his phone. On the other end of the sofa, Seungmin also sighs while typing his term paper, also for the twelfth time tonight, smacking the older boy’s legs with one of his book references after and effectively garnering his attention.

“Ya, what was that for?” Minho winces with a pout, rubbing his ankles where the hardbound cover landed.  

“If you’re just going to continue dialing Y/N’s number without actually calling them for the rest of the night, you should just go and do it in your room because I can’t think with you typing obnoxiously loud and sighing.” Seungmin hisses, not even looking up from his work the entire time. “Or at least put your phone on silent, it’s getting annoying.” 

Summary: Tsukki invites you over for Thanksgiving dinner after a day at the Labor Thanksgiving festival. But things start to fall apart when he introduces you to his family as his friend instead of his girlfriend.

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.6k (not 206 omfg ally get it TOGETHER)

Server Collab: @haikyuucreations - Home Sweet Home

Warnings: Angst (w/ a happy ending), Very brief mention of sex, stuffed animal abuse (jkjk)

Notes: Anon I hope you don’t mind a happy ending because I totally intended to leaving it open ended but then my heart hurt too much and I had to make them happy in the end. Anyway first collab piece for hqc! Please enjoy <3

“ IT IS QUITE POSSIBLE THINGS WILL TURN OUT FAR BETTER THAN YOU THINK “

pairing. kenma kozume x gn! reader

wc. 1.0k

summary. in which you get roped into spin the bottle, but it doesn’t end like you hoped (fluffvember 5/15)

an. there’s angst for like two seconds. it’s not too bad, but it ends up fluffy, don’t worry. but i feel so awkward writing people making out 💀

    + taglist is in the comments

yamaguchi tadashi x reader

synopsis: a soaking wet, stressed out (y/n) stumbles into cafe-owner!yamaguchi’s coffee shop. 

word count: 1,944

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The coffee shop is comfortably warm and smells of cinnamon and ginger, a sharp contrast to the heavy autumn rain pelting the pavement outside. Yamaguchi watches water torrent down the windows outside as he meticulously wipes each table, thankful he’s clean and dry rather than braving the storm outside. It’s 9:25pm on a Friday night, approaching closing time. Usually he’d wait until the last minute to start closing up, but there haven’t been any customers since around 8. He hasn’t even seen any passersby since then, just the occasional car splashing through flooded streets, headlights muffled by the deluge.  

So, understandably, he’s surprised to see you stumble in through the door, soaking wet and clutching a sorry looking umbrella. The bell hung on the doorframe jingles cheerfully, and Yamaguchi stares as you exhale heavily and apologetically wring your hands. 

“Uh… hi?” you offer hesitantly, looking rather abashed. “I’m sorry… I was trying to make my way home, but my umbrella snapped and I noticed your cafe was open…” 

Yamaguchi stares at the wet clothes clinging to your frame and the way your shoulders are trembling. “Oh my God. Please, come sit down, let me make you a hot drink or something. It’s gotta be freezing out there; you aren’t even wearing a coat. Come, come.”

“Oh, no, I really shouldn’t track puddles on the floor–”

he’s still confused about his feelings so he’s noticeably dialed back the way that he used to interact with/talk about kiyoko, but he’s never dated anymore nor had anyone reciprocate feelings for him and he’d rather not gamble and lose you as a friend in the worst case scenario. the thought of confessing to you makes his palms go sweaty and his stomach knot up and he wouldn’t even consider it until he was 100% sure that you returned his feelings - and even then, he’s terrified about what it means to be in a relationship and if he’d even be able to be a good enough boyfriend for you

you get to school one morning and start toward the gym, where you always met noya to walk to class together, but you see him talking to kiyoko with a bouquet in his hands and you immediately turn back around, your face hot and tears threatening you to get out of the area as soon as you can

if he’d seen you, he would’ve run right to you and given you the flowers and dropped to his knees and started the monologue he’d taken four hours to think up last night… except he didn’t see you. and since you left, you didn’t see him leave kiyoko with the bouquet still in his hands

of course he was still into kiyoko. of course you’d fooled yourself into thinking you’d convinced him to replace her with you. of course you’d been so stupid, so naîve - and on top of all of that, of course you’d run into sugawara and asahi upon turning back toward your house, and of course they noticed you and tried to stop you to ask you what was up

you just text your mom, tell her you’d gotten sick on your walk and that you’d be staying home from school; she was already at work, so there was nothing she could do anyway

your phone goes on do not disturb as soon as you get through the door so you miss the abundance of notifications that you get: texts from noya, texts from suga, a snapchat from asahi, another text from noya, a snapchat from noya, another text from suga… you just curl up in bed and cry, listening to sad music, hoping that you’d be able to use up all of your tears today and never have to cry over him again

meanwhile, noya’s already on his way to your house. suga had assessed the situation easily enough and told him what had transpired and he didn’t hesitate to ditch school if it meant clearing things up with you

he calls you once, then twice, leaves you a voicemail on the third try, calls one more time, and then when he arrives, he leaves the bouquet on your doorstop, walking around to your bedroom window because he has a feeling you’d have a harder time ignoring him this way

“y/n, it’s noya” he sighs, lowering himself down and sitting underneath your window, his back against the house. “you totally ruined my plans today. i had this big long speech written out and everything! i was gonna be like ‘y/n, i think you’re my soulmate’ and ‘y/n, i know that i’m lacking a lot of stuff, but i think i could become a better man if i had you by my side’ and stuff like that. i asked kiyoko what she thought of the flowers that i got you this morning, sorry that it turned into a misunderstanding. honestly, though—” he’s rambling like you’ve never seen from him, but it’s enough to get you to stop crying, the dread in your chest replacing itself with… something else

—because Tsukishima didn’t know how to express his emotions back then, he ruined his relationship with you. now that he’s older, he’s ready to try again and give you all his love.

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pairing: gn!reader x college student!tsukishima kei

word count: 3.6k

A/N: yOOO i didn’t expect this too be long and angsty in the beginning, but i swear it’s fluffy ;-; inspiration for this fic is Best Part by Daniel Caesar and H.E.R. so give it a listen hehe

pairing: yang jeongin x reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers au

description: it is halloween night. your parents have forbidden you from going outside, so jeongin decided he would let you plan his costume for this year.

word count: 3.5k +

for: @districtninewriters writer’s room #10 / it’s loving jeongin hours.

author’s note: i haven’t written for jeongin for so long, apparently i can’t type his name anymore 😭

warning: faintly suggestive

Jeongin stayed still and quiet as you applied the blue eyeshadow on his flutter eyelid.

“Close both of your eyes, Jeongin!” You giggled at his trembling skin, pulling your brush away and playfully frowning at him.

“Aww, but I can’t see you if I do that,” he whined under his breath, his hand rubbing the side of your hips as he steadied you on his lap. His head arched up to face you, a smile adorning his face. “It’s fine! I thought Harley Quinn’s makeup is supposed to be messy anyway!”

synopsis: the day doesn’t go like either of you expected it to, but the way it ends was worth the wait

warnings: fluff!!! tiny sprinkles of angst, but basically all fluff, some suggestive themes, it’s very mild!! reader is a 3rd year & captain of karasuno’s girls volleyball team!! kuroo is in college so slight age gap!

characters: kuroo tetsurou

a/n: this idea has been living rent free in my head for weeks now and i finally had the time to write it out!! please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes and i hope you enjoy :)))  

this isn’t how he imagined his day would go.

he just wanted to enjoy his day off, college was wearing him out and he was looking forward to this. he had planned it out perfectly. he’d watch you play-no, he’d watch you win, then he’d take you out for dinner, and hopefully, if he played his cards right he’d finally get to tell you how he felt. maybe even get to kiss you for the first time.

unfortunately, that’s not exactly how it plays out.

prompt 10:  “Well, that was one minute of my life waste—what the fuck?!”

member: felix wc: 845 genre: fluff, mythological / fantasy au, ghost au, siren au, strangers to friends au, yay another meet cute fic, fem reader warning: explicit language note: this is so…questionable

When Changbin finds a golden pocket watch from one of the sailors, his first instinct is to swim towards his younger brother, Felix, and ask him if he wants to trade treasures with it as they would when something valuable comes off of their ventures. When he finds the younger boy on the other side of the sunken ship, however, a look of confusion immediately crosses his face when he finds the other siren swimming in circles over a big mirror curiously. “Ya, what are you doing?” 

Felix almost topples over his green tail in shock as he turns around to face the older boy, mouth slightly agape in rapid breaths and a hand to his bare chest. “Ah, hyung! You scared me!” He exclaims dramatically, making his older brother chuckle over his hand. “Dude, I was concentrating!” 

lucky

feat. Yamaguchi

♡ note: f!reader

♡ a/n: I'll do u one better and write a lil drabble bc yamaguchi is the softest boy ever  and deserves the world 🥺

Sometimes, Yamaguchi needs to pinch himself to make sure everything is real- even after a month of dating you. He’s always been super insecure, especially since usually all the cute girls who approach him would just ask about Tsukishima.

So when you approached him one day, he was expecting the same thing. But instead he got an cute envelope with a heart sticker adorned on it.

A/N: Hi I just had a cute lil idea that I wanted to put out into the universe with my favorite boy, Shouto

Saying the “L” word is hard

In all honest, be prepared for a lot of fics because I really wanna distract myself from the dumpster fire that is uni :)

Summary: While Shouto knows that you love him with all of your heart, he wonders if he’s truly good enough for a person like you? After all, how can he be worth all the trouble if he can’t even say what he desperately wants to tell you?

Words: 3,463

“alright one kids meal and a big mac, that will be 7 dollars and-”

seungmin hears a loud thud behind him, he already knew that it was you. (he probably guessed that you spilled the fries or something and is now sitting helplessly on the ground picking up the fries individually)

he smiles at the customer as if this same incident has happened many times before and swiftly exits as he comes to your rescue. and sure enough, there you were sitting on the ground with the spilled fries helplessly at your fingertips.

he sighs while smiling, “ha.. what are we going to do about you,” he crinkles his nose and shakes his head softly.

he pats your head as a way to say ‘you tried your best.’ ignoring the fact that your heart is screaming to escape from your chest, you quickly came back to reality fumbling with the freshly baked fries that have fallen to the floor. seungmin helps you sweep the leftover fries, looking down at your helpless figure.

your eyes were glued to the tiled floor due to embarrassment and guilt for your own actions. “not again,” you sigh in your head as you furrow your brows. he notices this and pokes the middle of your forehead with his finger, forcing you to unforrow your brows.

“its okay dummy” he says, dumping the old fries and quickly making the new batch like the good and diligent employee he was.

“..no its not” you say, clearly feeling bad for your co-worker. he wasn’t just a co-worker or a friend to you, you had quite the crush on him.

the many times where seungmin had covered up for you and took the blame for your clumsiness made your head spin into circles and face turn flustered mostly because you felt guilty. but seungmin never seems to be bothered by your clumsiness, which was odd.

seungmin knew it from the very beginning when you came into work and messed up your first order. usually seungmin would be annoyed by anyone’s clumsiness but when it comes to you however, he couldn’t help but adore you for your cuteness.

after your shifts:

you gulp down a cheeseburger and drench your 6 piece chicken nuggets in sweet and sour sauce. the boy sitting across from your table booth smiles at you playfully. seungmin usually gets hyper at the end of the day because he gets to leave with you by his side.

“daaa,” he cutely shakes his head trying to get your attention and when that doesn’t work, he smiles softly with his eyes glued to your face.

“y/n let me take you somewhere fancier than mcdonalds.”

your head is spinning at a speed that you can’t control yourself to stop. was he trying to take you out on a date? you tried to act natural.

“i think mcdonalds is fancy,” you say sarcastically, replicating the boys enthusiasm. he scoffs at your response, wrapping your scarf around your neck.

“im taking that as a yes.”

— “I’m so in love with them, I don’t know what to do.” Requested by @apollochjld​. 

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader word count: 1.8k genre: fluff, timeskip iwa in socal

a/n: wow writing this made me wanna be in love; someone make me fall in love with them pls,, jkjk…unless FHDJKFD kidding,, i hope u enjoy reading!! [p.s. i was listening to “i love you 3000 ii” while writing if you wanna match the vibes hehe] xx sof

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Iwaizumi had been in love approximately once before.

It was in high school when he dated a girl who made his heart race and face flush. She was quiet and dependable, cheerful and kind. Although it didn’t last after he left for university in the States, he enjoyed the relationship while it lasted. It was sweet, it was comfortable. It was what he needed at the time.

But what he felt then paled in comparison when he thought of you. If she made his heart race, you made it soar. 

Iwaizumi found himself thinking about you at the most random times of day—wondering what you were doing, wishing he could be doing those things with you… Whenever his phone buzzed, he would hope it was a message from you. And he’d be embarrassingly disappointed if it wasn’t. 

Ft. Kageyama; Yamaguchi; Iwaizumi; Kuroo; Tendou; Sakusa 

Pt. 1

KARASUNO

↳ Kageyama

➣   Being friends with Kageyama Tobio requires a lot of patience. Having a crush on the man, even more so.

➣   He is dense as all hell and has a one track mind; sometimes it’s almost like he is literally incapable of thinking of anything outside of volleyball.

➣   You are still very supportive of him and his interests, of course. You don’t get mad when he has to cancel plans last minute for practice or when he needs you to tutor him in English because he’s one more “F” away from being kicked out of an upcoming game. 

➣   You are supportive but…your heart can only take so much of your crush’s obliviousness to your feelings—which is why you have decided to sneakily force a confession out of him via an innocent prank. 

➣   The two of you are in the empty gym, the rest of the team having long since gone home (even Hinata, whose mom had threatened to end his whole career if he didn’t come home early to babysit Natsu). You are tossing balls for Kageyama to practice setting when you decide to make your move. 

➣   When you had imagined telling him you have an OnlyFans, you expected many, varying reactions. You imagined explosive anger before he demanded you delete it because “only I can see you like this!” You imagined dramatic love confessions punctuated by sweet kisses—there were even some scenarios involving tears! What you did not imagine, however, was the dead, blank star Kageyama is currently giving you…

➣   “OnlyFans? Is that some type of furniture store?”

➣   Poor little Kageyama has absolutely no idea what OnlyFans is.

➣   After you, very awkwardly, tell him exactly what it is—even showing some (tame) pictures on your phone—Kageyama fully understands and is now blushing profusely and white-knuckling a volleyball.

➣   He stutters out something incomprehensible at first, a jumble of words you don’t even have time to decipher before he pauses and his expression takes on a much more serious tone. You can practically see the gears in his head turning as he seems to register your previous words. 

➣   Once they do register, he is, once again, flustered.

➣   “Y-you have one!?”

➣   You open your mouth to speak but he is already talking over you, eyes wide and filled with mild horror.

➣   “That’s really dangerous you know—we’re only in high school!’

➣   He looks so genuinely panicked and concerned that you just feel bad for teasing him and end up having to calm him down by admitting it was just a prank.

➣   You’ll have to be much more straightforward than that to get a confession out of Kageyama.