Paris Lesbian Club, 1934

Ice skating trip! Did this one a bit ago for a Haikyuu zine! 

a print of it is available in my store

gonna put this out there and then sit my little self down somewhere...

but thinking about hobie and his sweet girlfriend who loves the color pink and every time you are in his car, you decorate your passenger seat with pink, like things that you would use that are pink and he just can't get mad at you cause he loves his princess.

like he has an all-black car with black accessories and then there is your side that's all pink.

If reader was a Kurasano manager and showed affection to the members...

A/N: This is my first headcannon for Haikyuu, tell me what you think, please like and comment! 😁

Daichi

Resting arms on each other's shoulders.

Daichi would always rest his arm on your shoulder and vise versa. "Daichi your arm is heavy." You said the first time he did it. "That's why it needs to rest." He did it whenever introducing you as well. "And this is one of our managers L/N, Y/N. Don't bother her, she's busy enough as it is." You knew he was joking but when he looked so stern it was hard to tell. Daichi loved you like a little sister and liked to tease your height in his own way.

Suga

Intertwing hands.

The two of you would intertwine your hands. When listening to game plans, sitting together on the bus, or whenever he does a good set your high fives ended in intertwined fingers. Suga loved holding your hand. When you first intertwined your fingers with his, it was to check his fingers for injuries. He accidentally miscalculated a set during practice. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, it was my fault." You then slipped your hand into his unexpectedly. Suga's eyes went wide and his face flushed. It soon became a habit for the both of you.

Asahi

Resting his head on top of yours/ doing his hair.

Asahi would come up behind you and rest his head on yours. You would be taking notes and suddenly feel an added pressure on your head, you instantly knew who it was. Not only that but he trusted you to put his bun up. Sometimes if he was nervous for a game he wouldn't be able to get the bun right and that's where you come in. "Y/N, can you put my hair up?" It was quite an amusing sight. You were standing on a tall bench so that you could reach with Asahi in front of you.

Tanaka

Wrapping arms around your shoulders.

It's a must. If some guys from another team were eyeing you Tanaka would wrap a protective arm around you. "What are you looking at city boy? This here is our manager!" He would get elbowed by you almost daily. He did it often before practice or games as well, that is until Kiyoko came by.

Nishinoya

Cheek kisses.

He is so cute and that is why he gets cheek kisses. When you first kissed his cheek he blushed like crazy and couldn't seem to get his words right. Everyone else on the team couldn't help but tease him. Nishinoya would start to do things during practice to get your attention. Diving into a rolling thunder and then yelling out, "Y/N, did you see that receive? Don't you think that deserves a kiss?" It became a habit for Nishinoya to lean towards you with his cheek out for a friendly kiss whenever he did something cool. Which was often because let's be honest, Nishinoya is a very cool person.

Kageyama

Looping arms with each other.

He was suprised when it happened and this one you actually did not intend to do. You were at another school for a practice game and one of the members were staring at you. The way they stared made you really uncomfortable and it made you regret not putting leggings on under your skirt. You grabbed on to the closest Kurasano member, who you thought was Tanaka, and looped your arms around theirs. The person at your side jumped just slightly but you didn't stop looking at the guy from the other team. Kageyama noticed the situation and glared at the guy. Suddenly the guy looked away from you a rushed inside of the gym. You looked over to Tanaka only to see Kageyama, giving his scary glare to the guy that just left. Since then you would loop your arm around his as a way to steady yourself. He never said anything about it so you guessed it was okay. You were right, Kageyama loved when you did this and he was able to keep his blush to a minimum so he didn't get much teasing.

Hinata

Cupping his cheeks.

You would squish his cheeks any chance you got to be honest. He was younger than you and overall just a real cutie. "Has anyone ever told you how adorable you are?" "Huh? Uh well-no-" "Y/N stop giving the first years all of your attention!" "Don't get all jealous Noya!" Sometimes you did it to get him to stop jumping up and down due to excitement. Other times it was when he was begging for another toss or another game. "Hinata, we all love your energy, but we are tired it's time to go home." He blushed every time your hands were gently placed on his cheeks.

Tuskishima

Thumb wrestling.

Tuskishima isn't big on physical affection but he did feel a little left out when all the other members seemed to have something with you. Then one day when the both of you were waiting for someone to come open the gym you asked him a question. "Want to thumb wrestle?" "What?" "Do you want to thumb wrestle?" You asked again holding out your thumb. Tuski doesn't know why he agreed but he did and that became your thing. If you were ever next to each other sometimes he would just hold his hand out expectingly. Your hands would stay together even after your little battle, not breaking away until someone called for one of you. He always won of course but he secretly enjoyed having your smaller hand in his.

Yamaguchi

Head pats.

Of course Yamaguchi gets head pats. He needs them. I think Yamaguchi would be a little uncomfortable with some of the other acts of affection. He was sitting next to you on the bench after messing up his serves on a game. You noticed his internal battle with himself and it made you worry. He froze slightly when he felt your hand on the back of his head softly rubbing and patting his soft hair. "Oh, I'm sorry, is this ok-" "It's fine!" Yamaguchi squeaked leaning into your hand. It oddly filled him with comfort in his darkest hour. Now you gave him head pats whenever he was nervous, whenever he did a good serve, or just when you felt like showing him a little affection. He never was straight forward enough to ask for them but he always welcomed them.

He confesses to you with a letter. 

The letter was something you weren’t really ever expecting and it took you three times to read over it to fully process what it was. What he was saying. 

For a moment you wondered why he just didn’t call you, or tell you how he felt in person, but then again a writing you a letter seemed like something he’d do. 

It was simple, not too long; about one page of neatly written words that held so much more meaning in them than any other letter you’ve read before. 

With each and every word you read your heart beat quickened until your heart was practically jumping out of your chest. 

What he’d written wasn’t completely out of the blue, the connection between you was strong and something more special than you’d felt with anyone in a long time. But still you found yourself more shocked at the confession. 

What stuck in your head the most was the very last line.

‘”I’ll wait for you, love. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

When you can finally think clearly again you waste no time in calling him, hands trembling as you find his contact. 

“Hello?”

“I don’t want you to wait.” You words are more rushed than you’d like them to be, barely giving him time to answer before you cut him off. 

“What?” You can hear the confusion lacing his voice when he speaks again. “Wait-”

“I got your letter.” You say almost breathlessly heart still pounding in your chest.

“Oh, you did?” He’s quiet for a moment and you can practically hear him tense through the phone. “And?”

“And I think you should come over.” 

Your response is quieter than everything you’ve said before and for some reason you feel nervous, like you aren’t holding his literal confession in your hands. 

“Want me to leave right now?”

“Yes, if you can I mean.” You stop yourself taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t think I can wait long enough for you to get my letter saying the same thing.” 

“Okay, I’ll be over soon.” Just like that the uncertainty in his voice was replaced by an audible smile, one you couldn’t wait to see.

AKAASHI, asahi, KITA, semi, ennoshita, sugawara

Desi gals🌼

please don’t be mean to me i will literally be on my deathbed replaying it in my head asking myself why i’m such a unique annoyance to society

This too shall pass but like holy fuck

stay

tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: afab! reader, mentions of unprotected sex, unclear relationship between reader and tsukki, kei is bad at feelings

you hear tsukishima shuffling in the bathroom as you lay on his bed.

looking up at his ceiling, you try to figure him out: is he the kind of guy who’ll kick a girl out after he sleeps with her? will he let you stay? should you get dressed and make a run for it while he’s busy?

instead, you stay where you are, only choosing to drape your arm over your face, the crook of your elbow resting over your eyes. you close them. you’ll leave it up to him to decide what he wants to do with you.

would he walk you home if he kicked you out?

eyes still closed, you hear him come back into the room. you brace yourself for rejection and the eventual walk of shame.

the bed dips as he kneels on it, inching closer to you.

you feel him tap the side of your naked thigh, “open your legs,” he says

you do so, choosing not to remove your arm from covering your face until you feel him clean the mess in between your thighs with a damp hand towel. you guess it’s the least he could do before kicking you out— given that most of the mess is his.

he sighs once he’s finished, discarding the rag, eyes still not meeting yours as he makes his way to the dresser across the room.

“you…” he drags the question out as he rummages through the top drawer.

“want a shirt?”

you hum, and he throws it over to you.

he’s pacing the room again, picking up the various clothing items you were each wearing before the night’s encounter.

you see him fold your pants, the shirt you were wearing, and your bra. he picks up your panties and finally, shyly, meets your gaze, cheeks coloring.

he throws these at you, too. you to put them on.

he’s back to his drawers, pulling out a clean pair of sweatpants for himself. the waistband rests low on his waist as he finally, finally, comes back to bed.

“umm,”

you take this as your cue to leave, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, searching his room for your phone, your keys, your wallet.

“i tend to run pretty cold at night,” he begins, clearing his throat, “do you want an extra blanket incase-

“are you leaving?”

he cuts himself off when he realizes you’re collecting your belongings, your pants already in hand, waiting for you to put them on.

you feel like a deer caught in headlights. your mouth falling open into a soundless oh.

“you want me to stay?” you ask him, unsure

immediately, tsukishima gets defensive, closing himself off, “i mean, no one’s forcing you to.”

he looks away, and you feel like hitting yourself with a hammer repeatedly.

“text me when you get home.” is all he says, still not meeting your eyes.

“tsukki-”

“what.” his tone is harsh. he’s furiously picking at the skin around his cuticles.

“i-i want to stay,” you tell him, nearing him where he is sitting on the edge of his bed. while he still pretends to be upset, he’s readily parting his legs for you to nestle in between them, burrowing his head in your stomach as you stand in front of him, your fingers immediately moving to scratch his scalp the way he likes. his hands gently cup your ass, bringing you closer.

tsukishima breathes in the scent of you and him mixed together through his shirt. you’re good to him. too good sometimes.

the truth is he wants you to stay in his bed (and his heart, and his life) forever.

“call me kei,” he tells you finally, softly, “s’the least you can do after asking me to cum inside you.”

“kei,” you say, smile on your lips, savoring the syllable, “can you get me an extra blanket?”

he huffs, pulling you down to lay beside him, “you won’t need one after i’m done with you.”

There was not a single place to hide. The ballroom’s golden chandeliers and the tall, twinkling candlesticks in every corner left no shadows to lurk in.

my illustration from chapter one of Threads of Gold