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{waiting} | omegaverse au ; alpha! tsukishima x omega! reader | Please take note that Tsukishima is older in this drabble, around 24 and has the profession of a lawyer. Tsukishima Kei hadn't consider himself as someone obsessed with finding his mate. It was not because he was insecure or lonely, but because he was patient enough to wait. He just hadn't wanted to be driven mad like that damn King from the second he smelt the small manager, during his first year of high school. Even though the event had happened almost ten years ago, Tsukishima had remembered how gross it was to watch the boy's black pupils dilate as soon as the small blond

「 warning: some swearing 」 On your first day at Karasuno, you watched him sucker punch someone. You were late and confused, so you resorted to doing what you did best: lurking in the background, listening to people’s whispers. “Did you see that!?” “What did the other guy do?” “Maybe they’re from the same school and don’t like each other.” “All he did was say hello!” That was the day you decided to stay away from Tanaka Ryunosuke. It was that same day you found him sitting in your classroom (a.k.a the day you came up with a scarily elaborate plan to avoid hi

Little patters of feet could be heard around the small apartment. {Name} ran to the kitchen right as the microwave timer let out a loud 'ding'. She grinned pulling out her bag of popcorn. As she dumped bag into a bow, arms wove around her waist from behind. she let out a squeak, causing the male holding her to let out a small laugh. She huffed, "Tanaka-kun! I almost dropped the popcorn, dummy." He smiled, pacing a kiss on her forehead. She pulled away, tucking the bowl under her arm and grabbed the boys hand, dragging him to the living room. "C'mon! It's movie night!" They sat down on the couch and she immediately cuddled up to his side,

{ Tanaka x Reader } *Ping* To: (F/n)-chan ( ˘ ³˘)❤ From: Ryuu "On a scale of 1 to 10: You're a 9 & I'm the 1 you need." You giggled at the message Ryuu sent you. He never failed to bring a smile to your face: he'd compliment you, hold your hand, and even once when you went to one of his volleyball practices, he ran over picked you up by your waist, and twirled you around when he spotted you. You blushed, remembering all the things Ryuu did to make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. You picked up your phone, and started to type back. To: Ryuu╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝

"You're doin' it wrong!" You flailed your arms out in frustration. "How am I supposed to do it right?!" Tanaka huffed. He leaned across the desk and clamped your shoulders, closing in on your face. "Alright. Watch me real close." Before you were able to scoot away, Tanaka promptly strained his neck back. Head tilted, a venomous sneer slipped through his grimace that might have scared off a first-year. Tanaka scrunched his delinquent-like features all the while, letting a shadow darken the area around his forehead and eyes. His brows were lifted dangerously high; you wondered how permanent wrinkles hadn't formed on his forehead yet. G

Why? Tanaka Ryunosuke wondered, as he watched all the girls that surrounded Oikawa Tooru. "Hey, Noya...I'm a cool guy, right?" he questioned his best friend. "What kind of question is that?!" Noya asked. "You're the coolest guy I know...besides me, of course!"  Tanaka couldn't help but grin at the sheer confidence radiating off of Karasuno's libero. As Noya went back to chatting with Hinata, Kageyama, and Asahi, Tanaka's grin slowly faded. "Then why aren't the girls interested in me?  Am I too intimidating?" He had hoped at a party this size, with everyone dressed in their best, that at least one girl would want to talk to him...maybe eve

|| DRABBLE || You and Noya were studying in your room. Well, trying to. Your libero boyfriend gave up in studying math, while you continued to study history. The both of you were in the same class, but you finished your math homework before Noya did so...you were just doing your history homework to pass the time. Nishinoya was at the other corner of the room reading some of your manga while you were at your study table. The clicking of your pen on the table and the flipping of pages were the only things that were being heard in the room, well, also your breathing. Your pen fell from your grasp and onto the floor. You moved from your chair

“Yuu! I need to talk to you!” You called out as you approached him during lunch one day. You could feel a gaze on the back of your head, the eyes of your friend who was peeking out the classroom door. You were nervous as you approached your best friend of five years, crush of three. Your friend was sick and tired of listening to you wax and wane and lament over your affections for the hyperactive boy and decided to make you do something about it. The game you two played was simple. During the boringness of lunch once conversation got stale, one of you would dare the other. It could be something small, such as having a one minute c