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01.Introduction// The strong prey on the weak

⚠️ Warning:neglect

⚠️Pairing: kiyoko shimizu x F! reader

⚠️Synopsis: Living in a world that has people that make you bitter but when you met that one person that make you feel something that wasn’t pain

⚠️A/N: Thank you @bb-noya​ and @fireflywritingstories for proofreads it.

Name: Y/N L/N

Sex:Female

Occupation: Actress

Relationships: Yoshio L/N(Father),Hiromi L/N (Mother),Yui Sung-Young (older half sister),Kai L/N (older brother), Rin L/n (younger twin brother), Jin Wang (fiancé),Mr.Song (caretaker)

“The poor are the ones who are selfish” You overheard your mother say as you walked past her room. Growing up you learned a lot of things like taxes, business deals, and anything related to money but the one thing you never learnt was love. 

Love? That word was foreign to you. Your older sibling and your younger brother, Rin, were treated much better than you were and your parents neglected you. When you were younger, you were forced to stay inside and study. There was a large window next to the desk where you could see your brothers playing ball. You always asked your caretaker Mr. Song if you could play outdoors with them but he always explained why you couldn’t go outside : one of the reasons was that “It’s not ladylike.”

 Your mother was a supermodel and she claimed she had seen way more beautiful people than you, like your older sister Yui. Well, Yui was pretty : she had gold locks, green clovers eyes, lips the same color of soft pink rose, and a perfect hourglass body. But had a shitty personality. Anyone who fell for Yui didn’t know the real cold evil devil that lived within her. Another thing she was good at was words : Yui could use words that could make others’ 206 bones completely soft for her. Or she used words that would make you irritated like telling you that your mother loved her more although she wasn’t Yui’s biological mother. She had been good with words since she was young and often got you into trouble due to her horrible actions.

 You’d been living under your older brother’s shadow just because he was the next heir to the family company. You didn’t hate him but you just wanted to be noticed by your parents. You studied so hard and you even graduated from one of the best universities in the world at the age of 16 but your parents said “ It’s okay but you could’ve done better”. 

When you turned 17, you became an actress because you didn’t want to be known as “Y/n L/N who married a rich man”. You wanted to be remembered as something else. 

Lately, you had been having the same dream over and over. It was about this girl who had dark shoulder-length hair and was surrounded by a field of lavender. Every time you were in that dream you kept hearing “Shimizu” repeated over and over as the lavender blossoms swarmed you. Seeing-through the gap of the blossom was becoming smaller and smaller and seeing the girl walk away till it all turned black. 

After running some errands in Tokyo, you were in your limousine, going home. Until you looked outside of your window. You saw a group of people around your age and there was a girl who looked similar to the one from your dream. Was she Shimizu?

Kuroo x Fem!Reader

Fluff/Imagine

Summary: When at your first game as a new manager for Nekoma,  you run into trouble with some other players, provoking Kuroo. 

Pen, clipboard, water bottles, towels…Shit, what were you missing?

You knew something felt off, but just couldn’t put a finger on it, eyebrows scrunched together as you followed the boys into the gym.

Feeling a heavy hand drop on your head, you jumped, spinning to face the culprit; a certain spiky-haired captain with a Cheshire-cat grin plastered across his face.

Kuroo. 

Narrowing your eyes as you attempted to hide the blush spreading furiously across your cheeks, you glared up at him, prompting a snicker from the man above you.

“ Sorry Y/N,” he started, not even an ounce of remorse in his tone, “ couldn’t help it.” He winked at your stern expression. “You’re just too cute not to tease” he laughed, sauntering away to catch up with the rest of the team, leaving you a jumble of fuming and embarrassed behind him, steam practically shooting out of your ears. 

It had been almost two weeks since you had started as Nekoma’s new manager-in-training after your childhood friend Taketora had practically begged you to fill the position. Knowing absolutely nothing about volleyball, you were hesitant, only giving in when he promised to treat you to ice cream each week. 

Well, food was always your weakness you guessed, telling yourself that it couldn’t be that bad; watching some cute guys get all sweaty playing volleyball would be pretty entertaining, right? Not to mention, their captai— F/N L/N. What were you thinking?!? Tetsurō Kuroo? Snap out of it!

Blinking, you snapped yourself back to reality, trying to remember what you were trying to do earlier. Recalling the whistle you had left in the front seat of the bus, you jogged back, hoping that the driver hadn’t pulled away just yet. 

Grabbing the whistle along with an extra bottle of water that had rolled under a seat, you hopped off the bus, sneakers padding the concrete as you ran.

‘How was it that that stupid rooster head captain got under your skin so much?’ you wondered to yourself, ears glowing red at the thought. Ugh. No. You had to focus on your job, and school, and your senior year, and not let some idiot with a chiseled face and sharp eyes and muscled biceps that flexed whenever he went up for a block, and— Crap. You did it again. Why couldn’t you get him out of your head? Stop it, you told yourself, he definitely had so many girls around him because of his popularity that he didn’t pay any mind to the little conversations you had, the kind little gestures he did, helping you carry equipment after practice, never forgetting to hold the storage room door open for you, or the way those long fingers wrapped around your waist when he had lifted you up to reach the top shelf of the— 

“Ooof”, you choked out, your thoughts cut off abruptly as you stared up at the boy you had just rammed into on your way back into the gym. 

“I am so so sorry I—” you rushed; “ Don’t sweat it, princess” he smirked, stepping closer as you backed towards the court behind you, moving to go find the team as they began warm-ups. “Sorry again” you blurted, turning away as you felt a sharp pain in your upper arm. Swiveling, you came face to face with the unfamiliar man, who was now standing much too close for comfort, the heat of his breath almost reaching your cheek. A look of discomfort falling over your features, you attempted to release his grip on you with no avail. 

“Why don’t you make it up to me after my match?” he sneered, eyes mocking your failed escape, tightening his iron grip enough to bruise your skin. 

“You got a fucking problem?” you hear a gruff voice drawl— Oh god. you think, recognizing that tone a mile away: Kuroo. 

His hulking figure towers over your frame, a hand resting reassuringly on your back. 

“Do you?” the stranger challenges, getting in Kuroo’s face as he maintains his hold on you. 

“ I think you need to get your dirty paws off of my girl.” he spits out in a low growl, wrenching your arm from the man’s grasp and pulling you behind him.

As the two began exchanging swears and their volume escalated you realized that Kuroo’s eyes were burning, the look on his face hungry for blood. 

“Kuroo. Kuroo stop it, it’s not worth it” you pleaded, tugging him by the tail of his shirt backward with you. Shrugging you off, he stepped forward, cracking his knuckles— 

He froze. 

Lunging after him, you flung your arms around his torso, clinging to his muscular form, his whole body tense with fury. 

“Please. For me.” you whispered into his jersey, not letting up your hold on him until you felt him relax in your grasp. Stepping backward, he unlatched your arms, grabbing your hand in his as he dragged you away, a small yelp escaping from your lips. 

Pulling you into the hallway, he came to a stop, his back still facing you as you tried to make sense of what had just occurred. Did he—did he call me his girl? Did he mean it? No, that didn’t matter he was probably just— 

“Y/N,” he started, his expression one of concern, yes full of worry searching your face as he brushed stray hairs away, his calloused fingers brushing your cheek. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you? If he touched you I swear to god I’ll kill that son of a—”

He was never able to finish his sentence as you tippy-toed, shutting him up as your lips met his, your hand finding its way through his midnight black locks as he quickly recovered from the initial shock, forearms snaking around your waist, encasing you in the warmth of his embrace. After a moment, you broke away, your eyes meeting as the hungry gleam in his eye matched yours, lips finding one another again as he pressed you against his chest. You noticed the plush, gentle feel of his lips as the kiss deepened, your skin burning with his touch. 

Breathing heavy, you eventually broke away, your gaze locked with his as he began to set you down. 

“Wow,” he grinned sheepishly, staring down at his shoes as you flushed crimson, looking up at him shyly. 

Making your way back to the gym together, an awkward silence fell upon you, only broken when you grasped his hand, squeezing gently, earning a chuckle and a ruffle of your hair from Kuroo. 

NOTE: band semi owns everything i have. that is all. semi in an indie rock band??? hhhhhh heavy breathing intensifies, ladies. THAT’S MY SHIT! OH wait also listen to freaks by surf curse, which is included in this and is one of my all time favorite songs <3

hope you enjoy!

SEMI EITA X READER, BITTERSWEET FLUFF.

WORDCOUNT: 1,394

you saw him first.

before the crowds, before the screams, before it all.

the room is dark, and as alarmingly loud as it was seconds prior, everything falls silent once the lights go off.

the venue is dark, and from your place in the middle its of the floor it’s agonizingly full of tension. would he even want you here? will you able to handle seeing him, hearing his voice, watching him open up to the world like he’d priorly done to you?

there was no time to figure those things out, and as the stage lights were turned on, you couldn’t help but remember.

pairing: suna rintarō x reader

warnings: manga spoilers, profanity (saying ass like twice ???)

wc: 678

“My friends have been asking about us. About what we are.” The words come out casually, phone in your hand and whatever was happening on your twitter timeline is more interesting.  “What’d you say.”  The words also don’t incite a physical reaction from the man currently whose head was currently resting on your lap. “Nothing,” you hum out, using the hand not holding your phone to play in his hair. 

“Hey Suna.” The sound of his name, causes the man to shift so that he was now looking up at you instead of his own phone. “What the hell are you doing to me. Before you, I was never the secretive type. You remember all my high school relationships.” The grin that graced his face indicated his remembrance of the time. “Isn’t this better though. No one’s in our business like those annoying twins. No forced obligation to post cheesy pictures.” The feel of his hand slipping under your shirt and resting on your bare back resulted in a soft nod. “But, if you must know, Atsumu asked about us the other day too. He saw the snap on my private story. Said he recognized the outfit from your story earlier.” 

You know what post he’s referring to. You’d gone to see a EJP Mills game to see him play, and had stopped by later that night. You were seated sideways on his lap, as the two of you were supposed to be watching some new Netflix show waiting for your takeout to arrive. Instead, the two of you found yourselves occupied with one another. One arm swung haphazardly over the back of the couch, the other cupping his face bringing his lips to yours. 

The picture had been taken after the doorbell interrupted your make out session. Suna had asked you to get the food, citing that he was too tired. You’d gotten up, fumbling through his wallet that was on his coffee table when a hand landed on your ass, gripping the flesh through your jeans.He’d posted that on his private story, your butt and his hand being the only thing in frame. No hint at who the mysterious person was. He followed the picture up with a video zooming in on your ass as you made your way to the door, muting the video so that your voice couldn’t be heard. It worked for the most part too. A few people he considered friends swiped up with question marks, only to be met with radio silence. 

“What’d you tell him.” Atsumu, was the only person who put two and two together, or at least the only person who cared. You’d been friend’s with Suna since high school, and you’d both met and exchanged social media with the team, including Atsumu.”I didn’t even respond.” You laugh at his response as he sits up from your lap. 

“You could’ve told him that it wasn’t me. That we’re just friends.”

“Aren’t we though. No labels remember.” He whispers lips, now ghosting up and down your neck. “I suppose you’re right. It’s more fun to keep them guessing.” Your hands find themselves back into his hair, a quiet gasp escaping your much, as his lips begin to lightly suck on the skin of your collarbone. “C’mon, Rin, no marks.” You sigh coming back to your senses, tugging his hair until his lidded eyes are back on yours. You thank him by placing a peck on his lips. “You know, I like you right.” Your statement is met with hands pulling you so that you’re straddling the man. “I like you too. And I like how we are now. We’re in a good place right?” Your nod Suna pulls you closer so that you are now cuddling. “I’ve played all my cards Rin. I’m all in when you are.” The hum and promise of soon causes a content sigh to fall from your mouth. You suppose you two could live in your own bubble for a little while longer. Not having to share him? It wasn’t so bad.

Synopsis: He’s very good at seduction, but you don’t make him want to anymore. You don’t even know his name.

Pairing: host!Kuroo (23) / fem!reader (24)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, host club, unhealthy relationships. (I do not encourage/promote underage or excessive drinking.)

Kuroo image credit - official Haikyuu art; banner edit done myself

Special thanks to @airybby​ for coming up with the title♡

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Author’s note: this is pretty angsty! Read at your own risk :’)

You looked just as he remembered you, but more… vivid, if that made any sense. Your hair was more lustrous, your eyes glimmered brightly under the ballroom lights. Had your lips always been so soft and pink? Had you always looked so good in white? Had you always been this beautiful?

As he stared at you from across the floor, loosely cradling a stemmed glass of prosecco in one hand and wiping the sweat on the palm of the other, you laughed. He couldn’t hear you over the chatter of the crowd, but nonetheless your giggle resounded in his mind as if it were being projected by a sound system. You used to laugh at his jokes that way. You used to smile at him the way you smiled at someone else now. He had an old picture of you grinning like that back in his apartment in Argentina, tucked in between the books on his shelf-- he couldn’t bear to have it out in the open, reminding him of what he let go, but he also couldn’t bring himself to throw it away.

God, he wished he could take a picture of you now. He hadn’t seen you that happy in ages. You were still laughing, playfully gripping someone’s arm and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. In the last days of his relationship with you, you had been so… gray. So lifeless. So different from the girl he’d fallen in love with as a second year high school student.

He’d come to realize it was his fault, of course. He hadn’t been treating you like you deserved. If he could turn back time, though… he would never have let you leave his side. He would never have let any of your tears go unwiped, never let you struggle on your own while he wrapped himself in his own problems and refused to face the reality of your unhappiness. He would have treasured you.

He recalled one evening back in high school. The two of you were deeply in love, as in love as one can be at eighteen years old. The night air was cold and biting, but seeing you wrapped up in his coat made him feel so warm inside. April in Miyagi was always lovely, but he thought it had never been as lovely as it had been that night, with you dancing in between the streetlamps and tugging on his sleeve to dance with you. There was no music but your laughter and no dance floor but the gravel road. You danced until you were breathless, and he smiled softly at your flushed cheeks and mussed hair and kissed you under a flurry of sakura petals. It was as close to movie magic as he could have ever possibly imagined. You were better than perfect, sweeter than fiction. So why, why had he let you go?

He had been so selfish. You had invested so constantly into him, supported him unconditionally, accepted his shortcomings and failures, and in return, he had gotten bored. At least, that’s what he had told you. He cringed as he remembered that last day. You’d looked up into his face, unshed tears glimmering on your lower lash line, nervously chewing on your inner cheek.

“Tooru,” you whispered. “You’ve been so distant. I… am I doing something wrong?”

He’d looked down at you coldly, and it felt like a shard of metal lodged itself in his chest but he let the words fall from his lips anyways: “I’m just bored of you.”

You flinched as if you’d been slapped, and the last thing he’d heard from you was “Goodbye, Oikawa” as you grabbed your book bag and left.

He hadn’t really been bored of you. You’d remained as spontaneous as the day he first met you, fresh as a daisy and enthusiastic as a puppy the entire year and a half he dated you. But you were always so honest, always so straightforward… it forced him to confront himself, to own up to his actions, and that’s what he began to hate. He began to hate himself. He couldn’t stand you continuing to look up to him when he couldn’t see himself as anything but a failure. You would never let him wallow in his self pity and spoil him like all the other girls did. You would try to pick him up, clean his face and help him improve. And he knew that’s what he really needed. He knew he didn’t need someone to stroke his ego and carry him when he was weak, he needed someone to teach him to save himself.

Seeing his weaknesses so plainly bothered him. So he pushed you away… he just never imagined you would stay away. Half of him was still waiting for you to come back, to knock on his door and shove a new book you thought he would enjoy into his hand, or to go rifle through his fridge for a snack. And even now, five years after graduation, after he joined Club Atletico San Juan and moved across the globe, a tiny part of his heart still belonged to you.

He had been surprised, to say the least, when he found the invitation in his mail. To Oikawa Tooru. You have been invited to celebrate the union of (L/N) (F/N) and Iwaizumi Hajime. Please RSVP to secure a seat. At the bottom of the invitation, you’d drawn a little smiley face. He could tell it was you who had drawn it because you’d doodled the same one in the margins of his homework countless times before during study dates. That little face taunted him, laughed at his regret. He deserved it.

Now, he watched you slow dance with his best friend in the middle of the floor, staring lovingly into your new husband’s eyes while he murmured into your ear. Had you ever looked at Oikawa that tenderly? Had you ever cupped the back of his neck so gently? He wasn’t sure. Probably not. It had been Iwaizumi who comforted you after Oikawa had cast you aside so cruelly, and it had been Iwaizumi you’d sworn loyalty to thenceforth. Oikawa had known you and Iwaizumi were together, but he hadn’t known it was so serious. Briefly, he imagined what it would be like to be in Iwa’s place right now, holding your body flush against his, inhaling the scent of your hair.

God, he needed to dance with you. Just once more, he needed to dance with you like he did that night under the sakura tree.

The song segued into another, and you and Iwaizumi stepped off the dance floor as another couple took your place. Oikawa placed his glass on the table, stood up, and moved across the room swiftly until he stood just feet behind you and Iwaizumi.

He cleared his throat. “Congratulations to the happy couple.”

You turned and Oikawa swore he saw a breath catch in your throat as you gazed at him unblinkingly, lips slightly parted. Suddenly, your face broke into a broad smile.

“Tooru!” You leaned forward and enveloped him in a tight embrace. Oikawa froze briefly before wrapping his arms around you lightly-- you hadn’t called him by his first name in ages and you hadn’t hugged him for even longer. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Glad I could come,” he said with a terse smile. He turned to Iwaizumi and clapped him on the back goodnaturedly. “Iwa-chan! Look at you! A married man, finally. Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

Iwaizumi gave a rare smile. “Nice to see you too, Shittykawa.”

“Still gotta bully me after all these years, huh?” joked Oikawa, even though he felt his heart breaking to pieces. He turned back to you, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Hey, listen, I know it’s your wedding and all, but I was wondering… could I have this dance?”

Your eyes widened just barely and you turned to Iwaizumi, who nodded.

“Go ahead, darling,” he said. “I have to go greet some of my relatives anyways. Just find me when you’re done.”

He gave Oikawa one last pat on the back before slipping into the crowd.

Gently, Oikawa took your hand and led you onto the floor, resting his hands on your waist. You rested yours on his shoulders, and he felt his muscles relax at your touch. The two of you swayed slowly to the music, a song he didn’t know.

Everybody loves the things you do

From the way you talk, to the way you move

“You look lovely, (L/N),” he said quietly. “Or should I say Iwaizumi-san?”

“Oh, call me (F/N),” you said, smiling. “I think we owe each other at least that.”

Oikawa smiled back sadly. He spun you around and caught you in his arms. “Yeah, at least.”

Everybody here is watching you

‘Cause you feel like home, you’re like a dream come true

You laughed that beautiful, beautiful laugh of yours. To him, it sounded like all his favorite songs wrapped up in one. God, he’d missed you.

But if by chance you’re here alone

Can I have a moment before I go

“This reminds me of when we were young,” you said softly, as you returned to swaying to the beat. “That night--”

“Under the sakura tree,” Oikawa finished. “Yeah, I remember.” I dream about it every other night.

“Yeah, that night,” you said, smiling fondly at the memory. “I had a lot of fun. I think we had just gotten out of a late night viewing of some silly romantic movie. You said you hated it, but I noticed you wiping tears away during that one kiss scene.”

Cause I’ve been by myself all night long

Hoping you’re someone I used to know

“Ah, I’d forgotten we’d even watched a movie that night.” Oikawa pulled you a little closer. “I only remember how cute you looked in my jacket.”

“It was two sizes too large,” you said, leaning into him. “But it was certainly warm.”

Let me photograph you in this light

In case this is the last time that we might

Be exactly like we were before we realized

“You’ve changed your perfume,” he said, suddenly. “I like this one better.”

“You still remember the perfume I used to wear?” You raised an eyebrow. “You creep.”

We were sad of getting old, it made us restless

Oikawa laughed-- a real laugh, not a fake one. “How could I not? You sprayed it on all the sweatshirts you borrowed.”

“I needed to give you something to remember me by,” you teased. Oikawa mumbled something unintelligible.

“What was that?”

“I said,” Oikawa breathed. “I could never forget you, (F/N).”

You still look like a movie

You still sound like a song

You swallowed thickly, heat crawling up your cheeks and old wounds throbbing. “Tooru…”

“I know, I know,” he said with a small smile. “It’s your wedding. I’m not here to win you back, and I’m glad you’re happy with Iwa-chan. Just… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

My God, this reminds me

“I forgive you, Tooru,” you said, burying your face in his chest before the tears spilled over. “I forgive you.”

Of when we were young

The song ended, fading into some generic jazzy tune. You and Oikawa stopped dancing, but you still stood there in the middle of the floor, staring at one another.

“You should tend to the rest of your guests,” Oikawa said finally, and you nodded. “Thanks for the dance.”

You squeezed his hand one last time, and turned to leave, but he didn’t let go. You looked back over your shoulder. “Tooru?”

“(F/N)...” Oikawa took out his phone. “Can we take a picture?”

You laughed. “Always so sentimental. Of course we can.”

The two of you posed for the selfie, and for once, Oikawa didn’t make some stupid face or stick out his tongue. He smiled and snapped the picture before tucking his phone away again. “Thank you.”

“Goodbye, Tooru,” you said. It was the same thing you said all those years ago, but this time it was warmer, kinder.

“Goodbye, (F/N).”

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The sound of the front door opening is what makes you pause your show and sneak out of view of Tendou before he can see you. With a grin you grab the present you had set originally on the table before walking to him.

Tendou can only grin as he sees you walking towards him and sets his bag down before opening his arms to hug you after his volleyball practice. “Happy Birthday, baby!” You cheer softly as you hug him around the waist and he grins as he wraps his arms around you too, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

“Thanks, Honey.” He mumbles as he presses soft, feather like kisses to your exposed skin before you move away.

“Here’s your present.” You mumble and you pass it to him and he smiles softly as he takes it in his hands. He starts to open it and you try to hold back your smile as he opens it, taking the shirt out of the bag.

He unfolds it and his eyes go big as he reads the words “World’s best dad,” over and over again.

“Y/N,” He mumbles and you can see his eyes become watery when he looks at you. “Your pregnant?”

You barely have the chance to nod before he’s hugging you again, a bright smile on his face even as tears streak down his cheeks and you hug him back. “Wait, am I hugging you too tightly? Will it hurt the baby?” He asks worriedly as he pulls back, making you chuckle.

“It’s okay. It won’t hurt the baby,” You reassure and his smile somehow gets even wider.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna be a dad.” He mutters as he looks at your stomach even though you aren’t showing yet.

You nod in agreement as you gently place a hand on his shoulder.

“IM GONNA BE A DAD!!” he cheers before kissing you passionately and you can’t help but laugh into the kiss, feeling beypnd happy yourself.

i like the way you think

++ i’m so sorry for not posting anything the past two days i was really busy but here you go !!

carnival

prompt 28:  “Are you planning to stay glued to my side the whole day?”

fluffy prompt  list

pairing: suga x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1026

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little one

[ oikawa tooru ]

genre : fluff

it was a calming sunday. oikawa, your husband of 3 years wasn't home. he was busy playing in an important match. you were heavily pregnant and he felt bad to leave you alone at home but what could he do? he was the captain after all. iwaizumi actually suggested to leave it up to the substitute but according to oikawa , "the substitute sucks ass". you couldn't help but laugh at his answer. you love him with all your heart but my, my, he's a handful at times.

you were laying down on a couch lazily, enjoying a bowl of mangoes. it was drizzling outside, so you had no choice but to stay at home. sighs escaped from your lips as you watched whatever show that was on the tv. you honestly could care less. and then it happened. there was a sharp pain in your stomach, followed by an unknown liquid running down your legs. you panicked, quickly placing down the bowl of mangoes on the sofa. you tried to get up but failed; the pain was unbearable.

"goddamit", you cussed. "out of all times to pop out, you just wanted it to be when your father's not around, huh?", you muttered under your breath, rubbing your stomach gently in hopes to ease the pain.

you laid your head back, flinching at the pain. you grabbed your phone and dialled the first person you could think of; the one and only, iwa-chan. you were never close to the man until you started dating oikawa. he's now your best friend too.

let's forward the time, yeah?

time skip to an hour later; you were laying on a hospital bed, going through labour. iwaizumi was waiting in the waiting room. he had already called your husband who was on a time out .

you were trying your best to go through the delivery alone. iwa-chan offered to stay but you refused, as it would make you feel awkward. you also wanted to avoid whiny oikawa who would probably whine something like- "how could you iwa-chan? did you plan on making my child think you're the father?" while pouting.

it felt like days. the pain was truly unbearable, it hurt your entire body. after a while you heard cries of a baby. you opened your eyes, looking up to see a nurse holding a baby-

"y/n!", a voice called out. you looked at the door to see a sweaty oikawa tooru panting by the door. he was still wearing his jersey, with his brown hair sticking onto his forehead. he looked at you with doe eyes, frowning. once he heard the cries, he looked at the baby in the nurse's arms.

"is that... is that my baby?", he questioned, looking from the nurse to you, his finger pointing towards the infant. you smiled softly, nodding at the brunette.

without hesitation, he took the baby from the lady's arms, sitting beside you. he had a wide smile plastered on his face.

"he's so cute, like me!", he exclaimed happily. you chuckled, shaking your head. how could he be so self centered at times like this.

the baby had his hand wrapped around tooru's pinky, it was such an adorable sight. oikawa was talking in a baby voice, rubbing the infant's cheek softly.

"little one, i love you. be a volleyball player one day, yeah? you'd be great! i mean, you have my genes after all", he rambled as though the baby understood.

you took his hand, rubbing your thumb on his hand gently. he loves it when you do that, it calms him down.

"hey y/n... i'm proud of you, for going through this alone", he muttered, breaking the silence. you nodded before thanking him. he kissed the little baby before placing a kiss on your cheek.

"aha, did you guys forget me?", iwaizumi said, peeking his head at the door.

oikawa looked back, rolling his eyes.

"you're unimportant, iwa-chan"

late night studying |

kageyama tobio h/c

gender neutral!

genre : fluff

you put your phone away to study as there's an exam coming up

this means no replying to tobio for a few hours

the boy would panic, wondering where his s/o went

you're never offline for more than 3 hours

you had a tiktok addiction which means you're always on your phone

kageyama also knows that you weren't asleep as you always say goodnight first

he may be intimidating in the eyes of others- scary if you're hinata

but with you, he's just a clingy, needy boy

you love it that way though, you find it adorable

so you haven't replied to him in 4 hours. he'll grow restless, wondering where you are

he'll look at his calendar and realize there's an important exam tomorrow

he'll panic even more, since he hasn't studied yet

without hesitation, he grabbed his bag and ran out of his house

about 30 minutes after you hear a knock on your window

you'll feel scared, wondering who it is

you look to your window and see a flustered looking tobio, knocking frantically

then you'll open the window and let the boy in

he'll be wearing a black hoodie aka his favourite hoodie

you'll engulf him into a hug

kageyama being himself will take a few moments to process what's happening before hugging back

you admit it, he's quite an awkward person when it comes to love

you love him regardless though. in fact, you find it rather cute

he'll hand you a bag of snacks which he bought before coming over. he'll tell you "the milk is mine, okay?"

you'll scoff and tell him "you're acting like i don't know you, tobio baby"

tobio will blush at the name, he hasn't gotten used to being called pet names. he'll look down, trying to hide his blush

you'll both study together

well technically it's just you trying to teach him while he stares and admires you

you'll snap your fingers in front of him to gain his focus and he'll end up blushing, embarassed that you caught him staring

in the end, you'll be the only one studying

because he'll just lay down on your lap and listen to you memorize stuff

he'll kiss your hand every now and then to calm you down

it makes you smile every time

he ends up falling asleep on your lap, his light snores accompanying you. he'll be hugging your legs as he sleeps while you play with his hair

Ushijima x Fem!Reader

Fluff/Smut ( a bit of nsfw just a warning!)

wanted to show this beautiful teddy bear some much needed love :)

        “Toshi, baby you ready?” you called, pulling at your dress in front of the mirror, aimlessly checking to make sure it was sitting on you just right. Hearing footsteps approaching you from behind, you blinked at the sight of your husband hovering in the doorway, his reflection visible in front of you. Turning, heat flooded your cheeks as he towered over you in an instant, his eyes silently roaming over your body in the dress you had bought the night before. Pulling you gently to his chest, he snaked an arm around your waist, his right hand brought up to your face, calloused fingers gently brushing the apple of your cheek, eyes softening at your expression. “Beautiful.” he breathed, softly placing his lips on your temple as your body shivered under his touch. You stepped back, breaking away from his embrace to get a good look at the outfit you had picked out for him. A cashmere gray sweater atop a baby blue button-up, matched with dress slacks and a maroon tie; taking in his appearance, you smiled softly, looking up sweetly at those olive-green eyes. Noticing your stares, he dropped his head slightly in— was that embarrassment? Suppressing a giggle, you spotted the very tops of his ears glowing a pinkish hue as he attempted to hide his true emotions. “Look at me baby” you laughed, watching the flush spread further across his ears. Glancing up at you with sheepish eyes, he coughed, almost inaudibly, fidgeting almost imperceptibly under your gaze as he scratched the base of his head. Amused by the display in front of you, you wrapped your arms around his torso, looking up at him with eyes sparkling. Gazing down at you, he began playing with your hair quietly, patting your head softly as to not ruin the hours of work you put into getting ready. “ We should probably get going” he murmured, face buried in your hair, nestling his head in the crook of your neck as he bent down over you, dwarfing your tiny frame. You hummed back in response, neither of you eager to let go, feeling safe and at home in each others’ arms. 

           The doorbell rang, breaking the sweet silence that encased the two of you as you groaned in unison at the man waiting on your porch. Releasing himself, Wakatoshi found your hand, guiding you alongside him to the front door, grabbing both your coats along the way. Pulling open the door, a smug-looking Kuroo greeted you; “Helloo, lovebirds” he cooed mockingly, grinning widely as Ushijima glared at him. “Play nice baby” you whispered at the man beside you, earning a chuckle from Kuroo as he waltzed off the porch. Following him, you both made your way to the limousine waiting in the driveway, fingers intertwined. As Toshi held the door open for you, you slipped inside, greeted by an uproar of hoots and “Oi oi oi!” from the men already seated. Laughing, you took a seat next to a smiling Tendou as Toshi scooted in on your other side. A booming voice called you from across the vehicle, causing all the passengers to swivel their heads; “Y/N, save me a dance tonight will you? I want the whole room to see me dancing with you in that number” a less than sober Terushima drawled, winking at you. You felt Toshi stiffen next to you, his arm creeping protectively around your hip, the muscles in his forearm and bicep tensing. As you felt him start to move to stand up, you quickly qipped back, “ Sorry Teru, I don’t think you can keep up, sugar; I require a man with stamina”, smirking at him as the limo erupted in laughter. Feeling the man beside you relax his grip on you, you nestle closer, placing a hand on his thigh. 

haikyuu boys as boyfriends, part 2

genre : fluff

warning : suggestive

Nishinoya Yuu

protective boyfriend

he'll fight anybody who tries you

gets jealous easily and shamelessly shows it

loudly calls you out when he sees you in the hallways

"Y/N!! YOU LOOK PRETTY C'MERE AND LET ME GIVE YOU A BIG HUG!!"

invites you to see him practise all the time

it's mainly to show off his skills but he tells you that it's because "i want to spend more time with you"- psh, as if you didn't know the real reason why

brags about you to tanaka

shows off the hickeys you leave him

this makes you feel embarassed but you eventually got used to it

late night face times

he'll listen to you talk about your day on face time but ends up falling asleep

calls himself " y/n simp "

Hinata Shoyo

actually a hopeless romantic

walks you to class while talking about his dream the previous night

lets you sit on the back seat of his bike and sends you home

"will you pleeeaaase throw the ball for kageyama and i??

rarely takes no for an answer

ICE CREAM DATES

tickle and pillow fights is a MUST

literally hides behind YOU when he sees something that scares him

"wait i'm supposed to be protecting you"

and then he stands in front of you with shaky legs to 'protect' you

you constantly worrying about his whereabouts because of the stupid shit he always pulls

"shoyo if you do something without thinking again i swear i'll make daichi give you more running laps"

"i thought you love me??"

makes you get matching bracelets with him

you and his sister gangs up to prank him

Iwaizumi Hajime

the type of boyfriend who'd surprise you with a huge teddy bear at 2 am

random calls from him

when he randomly calls it's usually because he thought of you or just simply because he wants to listen to your voice

getting third wheeled by oikawa all the damn time

"shittykawa can you stop third-wheeling us?? get a girlfriend"

"HEY! y/n doesn't mind, right?? AND HOW COULD YOU IWA-CHAN I JUST GOT DUMPED"

and so you just sigh and laugh at the duo

honestly it's like you're the third wheel sometimes

he has a polaroid of you two at the back of his clear phone case

also a picture of you in his wallet

would definitely watch a romantic movie with you

makes out with you in front of oikawa just to annoy the brunette

you'll be doing something and he'd hug you from behind

he likes to bury his head into your neck and press soft kisses

Kuroo x Fem!Reader

Smut/NSFW*

Summary: Kuroo sees you in his dress shirt from the night before and can’t seem to keep his hands off of you. 

“Love, have you seen my black panties anywhere? I think they got lost in the laundry—” you pause on the stairs, a wide-eyed Kuroo gawking at you from the couch.  “What?” you ask, unaware of the reason for the deer-in-headlights look plastered across his face. Swallowing visibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, he surveyed the sight in front of him with incredulous eyes; you, standing at the edge of the stairs in nothing but his dress shirt from the night before, legs bare and hair falling out of a loose ponytail. Shit. You could make him want you by just breathing. Eyes hovering over the way the folds of fabric hinted at the shape of those perfect breasts, he felt his pants tightening as the bulge between his legs grew, his body visibly aching for you. 

Slowly pushing himself off the couch, Kuroo stalked towards you, his eyes hot with lust. Seeing his hungry gaze, your breath caught in your throat; you couldn’t move, frozen as he grabbed you, shoving your body against the wall. As you let out a tiny gasp, he lunged at your mouth, catching your bottom lip between his, his tongue flooding your mouth with burning desire. He let out a low growl as he felt your hips move up instinctively to meet his, grinding your bare folds against his hardening shaft. “Fuck baby,” he groaned against your mouth as you bucked your hips, hands now full off his black locks. Wrapping your legs around his torso, you began quickening your movements, letting out soft moans as your lower half became soaked, yearning for his entrance. “ Ohh baby, not yet” he cooed, his voice hoarse with longing. Pulling you off the wall, he carried you up the stairs swiftly, throwing you onto the mattress as soon as you reached your bedroom. Removing his sweats and boxers, he freed his erection, climbing on top of you. 

Barely pausing to rip his shirt off of your body, Kuroo teased your swollen clit with his tip, just grazing your folds, rubbing up and down your opening, smirking at the way you arched your back in pleasure, impatient for him to bring you over the edge. “ Be a good girl and wait for daddy, huh” he breathed into your ear, the sensation sending tingles down your spine as you wined under his touch, his shaft now dripping with your liquids. Not waiting for a second, he slipped one of his long digits between your legs, causing you to grab a fist full of pillow, your mouth hanging open as desire pooled inside of it. Simultaneously pleasuring your clit with his erection in one hand and sliding another finger inside of you, he growled, “ Purr for me kitten,” thrusting his fingers inside you while grinding himself on your throbbing clit. Crying out his name, you were almost over the edge when he stopped completely, pulling his fingers out of you, and it was all you could do to prevent yourself from reaching the top alone. Eyes gleaming watching you squirming to hold yourself back, Kuroo licked his lips, sticking his fingers in your mouth, gazing down at you as you sucked the liquid off of his fingertips, your eyes hooded with desire; desire for him.

Taking your breast in his mouth, he swirled his tongue across your skin, breathing heavier as he listened to soft moans escape your lips, your teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip and almost drawing blood. His own hunger for your body overwhelming him, he pulled back, readying himself to enter you. As his shaft slipped inside, you clapped a hand over your mouth, physically restraining the cry building in your throat. Pushing himself further inside, he groaned, eyes rolling back in his head; “ Oh baby, I love it when you get so wet for me,” his burning mouth falling on your neck, his tongue reaching for your sweet spot just below your ear. “Shit Kuroo, baby—” you managed, eyelashes fluttering as your body began to cave in to the pleasure, the sweet overstimulation of your sensitive spots. 

*gif not mine*

CHARACTER/S: Miya Atsumu x reader

WARNINGS: angst :”)

GENRE: aNGST ANGST ANGST

WORD COUNT: 930

A/N: okay, so I decided to make one for ALL the setters HSKSGSJSGSJ @iwaixiumi read it after I finished and said that the dialogue suited atsumu more than akaashi, so I went with that. I’ll write Akaashi’s soon😚 hope you like it anon!

Summary: She doesn’t know when or where it began. All the times he would come home late, and all the fights. In a way, she knew he was slowly falling out of love, and she knew she couldn’t do anything about it.

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Maybe it was the constant fighting that lead them here. A dark and quiet apartment, the running water in the bathroom is the only thing you could hear, and the tv, the only source of light. She understood that their 6-year relationship was coming to an end. Keys rattled from the other side of the front door, signaling Atsumu’s arrival. Here we go again she thought to herself as she watched him enter their shared apartment “Hey, ‘Tsumu. I cooked your favorite.” She gave him a smile. A smile that was obviously forced. He nodded and headed straight for the food on the table. She went to the bathroom and turned the running water off. She went back to the living room after checking the water’s temperature.

“Do you know what day it is today, ‘Tsumu?” He looked at you without a single emotion evident in his eyes. “No. It’s probably not important.” His words hurt like knives constantly stabbing her heart. A chuckle escaped her lips before telling him about the occasion. “‘Tsumu, it’s our anniversary! How could you forget?” She tried really hard not to raise her voice, but alas, it couldn’t be helped. Anger was taking over the fragile girl’s emotions. “Sorry, I forgot. We haven’t celebrated our anniversary for the past years so how do you expect me to remember?” The darkness was hiding the glare from his sharp eyes, but she knew that tone. “Are we really gonna fight again?” She whispered ever so quietly, but he could hear her. “You’re the one who keeps picking fights. I’m out here working my ass off and I come home to your yelling!”

“As if I don’t also work? You just come home later than I do because you’re always out drinking with your coworkers! Hell, you might even be on a date with another woman for all I know!” She heard a plate shatter and him stomping towards her. “So what if I do have a woman? Every woman is better than you. I don’t even love you anymore.” She knew it was coming. She knew he was going to drop the bomb soon. The girl who had known the man for a decade now thought he was going to be apologetic because that’s who Miya Atsumu is. She was starting to think that he wasn’t the one in front of her. But, she knew she doesn’t have any other choice but to leave. Her glare had been replaced by a soft gaze. The girl stood up from the couch and headed for their shared bedroom. “I prepared a bath for you. You should go before it turns cold.”

His eyes confused as she said so. He followed her to the bedroom and saw her grabbing a bag, hurriedly stuffing my clothes into the bag. “Where are you going? It’s already late.” She stopped for a moment before telling him what she was planning to do. “I bought an apartment 2 months ago. I’m going there.” Now he was so obviously surprised. He froze in his spot and felt his heart throbbing. “You know, regardless of how badly you were treating me these past few months, before all that shit, you were good to me. Thank you, Miya.” He winced at the way she called him by his surname. He was speechless, he doesn’t know why he said that there was another woman, when clearly, there wasn’t. He doesn’t know why he said he wasn’t in love with you anymore. “Miya, the water’s turning cold. You should go. I’ll be gone before you’re done.” She said, not taking her eyes off the bag as she stuffed the large bag with most of her clothes. He slowly walked away from the room, not knowing why he wasn’t stopping you from leaving.

The girl who was trying to stop her tears from escaping her eyes took out her phone and called a friend. “Suna, can you pick me up? It happened.” the call immediately ended and the man on the other side of the phone had rushed to where she was. It was but a 10-minute drive, but 5 only if rushing. So she figured she should wait outside since there were no problems with the weather. As she was waiting outside, she felt raindrops on her skin- no, she felt tears streaming down her face. Her legs gave up on her and she sat on the ground, sobbing. She just lost the man who gave her all her firsts. 

Suddenly, a blanket was draped on her shoulders. The brunette carried her along with her bag to the messily parked car, ruffled her hair, and drove away.

Inside the bathroom, Miya Atsumu was staring at the wall in front of the tub, wondering about what he would do once she really leaves him. He wasn’t aware that the [h/c] haired girl had already left with Suna. He left the bath after washing up and was greeted by an empty apartment. The silence was hurting his ears and he wondered, did she have to experience this all the time? He took out his phone and dialed her number, unfortunately, it went straight to voicemail. “Hey, [y/n] here! Sorry I couldn’t answer your call. Leave a message after the beep!”

ahh thank you! really glad you like what i write and i hope you enjoy this one <3

++ i didn’t know whether you wanted a headcanon or a drabble/ one-shot so i stuck with headcanon, hope that’s fine :)

it gets really short towards the end i’m sorry ahhh i have no ideas on how to write physique

reactions to having a tall gf

pairing: kuroo/ bokuto/ lev/ oikawa x fem! reader ( separate )

genre: fluff

kuroo tetsurou:

he hasn’t met that many girls who are as tall as him or one who’s pretty close to his height

and he’s not complaining about having a s/o as tall as you because it means that he doesn’t have to bend that low to give you forehead kisses

also means that you can wear his clothes and they won’t be super oversized !!!

he likes to show off the fact that you two are the tall™ power couple

people get really intimidated when they see the both of you lol

and kuroo’s so ridiculously proud of it because it’s another chance to show you off

he’ll be like “thats my girlfriend !!!! she’s really tall isn’t she!!” ( inserts heart eyes emoji because boy is whipped )

when people ask him why he even wants to date a tall girl in the first place he says that he doesn’t matter as long as you love him and he loves you

have i mentioned that he’s absolutely whipped

he always wants to be the big spoon and says it makes more sense because he’s taller

he shows you off but bOy you have no idea how much he teases you about the fact that he’s taller than you 

will do all of the annoying things that tall people do to short people even though you’re not even that short 

“what’s that? oh couldn’t hear you from up here?”

and gives you this devilish grin 

at the end of the day height or not he’s absolutely s o f t for you

bokuto koutaro

he’s the type that will hype you up for literally anything you do !!!!

especially your height uwu

when you feel insecure about your height he can tell straight away

and will be your personal hypeman 

“how did i get such a tall and beautiful girlfriend”

that is the exact thing i would expect him to say ngl

cuddles !!!! are the best !!!!!

because y’all are about the same height ( give or take 10cm ) heh

lev haiba:

y’all would probably start dating because tall people just notice each other yk

either that or there’s not many tall girls and he just notices you for that

like kuroo he will show you off

most probably to the team

yaku kicks him for it

bby just adores you and your height is an added bonus uwu

oikawa tooru:

will show you off

like he’ll be talking about you during practice until iwaizumi’s like “shut up shittykawa”

he’s so proud of you for literally anything???

and when people talk to him about his girlfriend being tall he’s like yes !!!! that’s my girlfriend !!!!!!

Akaashi x Fem!Reader

Fluff :)

Summary: Akaashi comes home from practice, worn out and in need of some extra love. 

        The sound of keys jangling at the door, you hear the lock turn as you look up from the keyboard. “ Hey babe,” you call down the hall, greeted with silence. Your brow furrowing slightly, you put down the knife, maneuvering around the countertop into the living room. A visibly tired Akaashi was unlacing his shoes quietly with his back to you, and glancing at you, he mustered a smile. As he stepped out of his shoes, you wordlessly wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him warmly from behind. He chuckled, twisting to peer down at your worried expression. “Don’t give me that look, Y/N,” he grumbled quietly, turning to face you and bury your head in his chest, one hand stroking your hair. 

   No matter how well he managed to hide it from others, he seemed to fail when it came to masking his true nature with you; you knew him better than that. 

i like the way you think

++ i’m so sorry for not posting anything the past two days i was really busy but here you go !!

carnival

prompt 28:  “Are you planning to stay glued to my side the whole day?”

fluffy prompt  list

pairing: suga x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1026

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