Hi! Um - you might know me from my sideblog @saffron-nova21! I post my SMAUs there, for the most part. On this blog, I'll mostly be shitposting and posting my written works! I hope you guys enjoy! Don't forget to be taking care of yourselves!
I apologize for the hiatus I took. I'm just figuring out some things in my life. I can't promise Ill post here often, my hyper-fixation has moved onto other things and I can't say when it might return to Haikyū!! But I will have a new account with new blogs to fit my new hyper-fixations, soon, so I'll put that in, whenever I finish up with the new blog!
Hi I just found your account and I enjoy your writing a lot the flow of it is refreshing that’s besides the point though 😤✋I was wondering if you would write a street racing AU where Kenma and Kouroo are interested in someone from a rival group
Pairings: Street Racer! Mechanic! Kozume Kenma x Mechanic! Street Racer! Gender Neutral! Reader, Street Racer! Kuroo Tetsurō x Street Racer! Mechanic! Gender Neutral! Reader
Warnings: Street Racing AUs, Saffron shows off their lack of car knowledge, illegal street racing, rivalries, strong language, talk of racing injuries.
A/N: Hi there! Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy it! ☺️ But umm -- yes? I live for this idea (i might even make a series out of it, if anyone wants 🤷) but thank you for the request!
Kenma Kozume
He really doesn't like racing, let's be honest.
If he could, Kenma would stay in his shop all day long.
Hell, it's not like he needs the money.
He's such a well-known mechanic in the underground racing scene, he easily makes all of the money he could ever need.
His only real competition is Akaashi Keiji and someone named L/N Y/N?
Akaashi he could deal with, as Fukurōdani's group was rather well acquainted with Nekoma, hell, the held practice races all of the time.
But whoever this other up-and-coming mechanic was, was seriously pissing him off.
It wasn't that they were stealing all of his customers, he still had a lot of business.
It was that they just had to be with Karasuno.
The one group Kuroo was obsessed with besting - in everything.
Plus, who could have such a reputation for someone who'd only just joined the scene?
They, along with Karasuno's newest racers had put the group on a fast-track to the top.
They hadn't surpassed Karasuno.
Yet.
He wasn't sure why hearing your name pissed him off as much as it did.
But here he was, ranting to Kuroo as he worked on one of the group's main racing vehicles.
"Why won't Shōyō tell me anything about them either? They're so secretive about this new mechanic - all of them. Are they waiting for a fucking debut, here?"
"It took years for Nekoma to get the reputation it has, same for everyone else. Why does someone with no prior affiliation with any group, so easily surpass so many people?"
Then Kuroo worsens it by teasing Kenma.
"Are you sure this isn't just because Hinata is keeping a secret from you, for once?"
Now, it's a month later - the first big race in a while.
Lately, the cops had been far too aware of where the groups would be for anyone's comfort, so they collectively decided to lay low for a while.
And he's finally getting to see Karasuno in a big race.
He wasn't sure of everyone's official racers - but you usually weren't, until they lined themselves up.
Kenma wasn't particularly invested in the race, more here to finally see if you were all everyone talked you up to be.
"Are you really trying to 'wow' them in a tank top and coveralls?" Bokuto turns his nose up as he looks over Kenma's choice in clothing.
A black tank covered Kenma's chest, while his navy coveralls covered him from the waist-down, sleeves knotted together, around his waist to hold them up. His hands and arms are still stained dark from his work this morning and he's not quite sure on the status of his face, with the lack of looking in a mirror today. With a shrug, Kenma brings another chip to his mouth.
After a moment of silence, a scoff leaves his lips, "I'm not trying to 'wow' anyone. I'm scoping out the new competition, at most."
"I thought you said, just yesterday, they weren't worth your time?" Kuroo smirks at his smaller friend. Despite Kenma acting so peeved with your presence, he knew that it was all a front. He knew his best friend better than anyone end he could tell that his interest in you was just being covered up by feigned annoyance.
Kenma rolls his eyes, "I mean, you aren't either, but here we are."
Akaashi lets a breath escape him, before glancing over as he sees a flash of several headlights, looking over at the orange and black themed cars rolling in. "Looks like you have your chance to... Scope out your competition. Won't be long until Itachiyama and Shiratorizawa start arriving, as well."
Bokuto claps a large hand on Kenma's tattooed shoulder, making the faux-blonde cringe at the contact. "Go on, Ken! We'll catch up with you, soon!"
Kenma doesn't hesitate to step away from the other three, taking easy strides on his way over to where the vehicles were now parked, scattered around one another. The first to take notice of him, Shōyō, lights up, straightening from his position, previously leaning against the hood of his car. Though, seeing that he wasn't moving to greet Kenma, they cat-eyed male look at who he was talking to.
Finally laying eyes on the person he'd found himself 'hating' for the past few nights, any insults he had for you left him. Seeing you reclined against the hood of one of Karasuno's best cars, looking like you'd just come from the shop, much like him.
When your eyes found his, he notices that whatever you had been saying slowly faded out while you focused on him. And oversized orange and black jacket adorned your figure, keeping you away from the crisp breeze. He wondered if it was yours by the way or enveloped you, though on the arm, your last name shown clear, orange lettering bold against the black.
You slide from the good of the vehicle, your jacket falling from your body so you can tuck it in through the open window of what he guessed to be your car. You were dressed in nearly the same thing as him, black coveralls tied up around your waist and a large black shirt that seemed too big for you, as well, tucked into it. Not hesitating to step forward, Hinata finds himself falling back, wanting to bare witness from afar.
The smug grin tugging at the edges of your lips makes Kenma narrow his eyes further, "This is the great Kozume Kenma? Wow, no one really did you any justice, now did they?"
Of course you would be the smug type. Though, he supposed you had every right to be. You were an impressive individual. "And you're L/N Y/N... For someone who wanted to be so mysterious, you sure weren't hiding."
"I can't take credit for that idea. It was all Suga. Said we needed an ace up our sleeve." Shrugging nonchalantly, you flash Kenma a lazy grin. Mainly because it was oh-so obvious it was getting under his skin. "Though I have heard someone has been a bit obsessed with me, recently."
Kenma finally lets out something near a laugh, "You would be so lucky. Are you racing tonight?"
Hearing the rumble of other engines, the both of you realize that it wouldn't be long before you would both have to walk away to be with your separate groups. "Wouldn't you like to know," Kenma turns his head back towards you, raising an eyebrow. "I guess you'll just have to keep an eye out for me, won't you, Kozume?"
You take an easy step back, before turning to walk away, "I look forward to racing you, one day, Kozume."
"Likewise..." Kenma finds himself staring at you as you walk away from him, impressed by how bold you are, despite himself. Belying his previous 'hate' towards you, a slight smile pulls at the corners of his lips.
Much as Kenma found himself excited whenever he raced or encountered Shōyō, even his three friends could tell that he was intrigued, from their distance.
Kuroo Tetsurō
He, unlike Kenma, loves the thrill of racing.
Even if he doesn't do it as often now, he still manages to love when he does race.
Now, Nekoma doesn't have much real competition.
They've been among the top racing groups for year now and not even up-and-comers like Karasuno were going to change that.
Despite Kuroo's reassurance in the stability of his position as best racer and 'leader' of Nekoma's group, there were certain other groups that managed to get under his skin.
Groups like Daishō Suguru's group, Nohebi.
The group who'd been giving him more trouble than anyone else, since they'd gotten started.
He hated Daishō.
He hated Nohebi.
Nohebi played dirty and had injured multiple of his racers.
Most recently injured had been Yaku.
He wasn't sure who had been driving, but he remembered the person who had stepped up to reprimand the driver for the blatant foul play.
Acting like you were going to veer into another car and doing it were two different things.
He wasn't sure if it was because you were the one who had to fix your own vehicle or because you were worried about the opposing driver.
But he was intrigued.
Especially when you slapped Daishō for trying to "calm you down" by grabbing your wrist.
You had such an attitude and were so independent.
You caught his attention awfully quick.
After that, he kept an eye out for you.
He was whipped from day one.
Now normally, it takes forever for him to develop feelings for someone, but you were such a strong individual, he was whipped.
Though what sealed the deal for him was when you would tease him back and flirt with him.
At first he thought it was just because you wanted to piss off Daishō, but when he noticed that you seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did, he really was whipped.
You spotted him before he spotted you. As per usual when it came to you. You were good and sneaking up on him. It should have been more concerning to him than it was when a hand came to cover his eyes, your voice crooning in his ear playfully, "Guess who."
He knew you, quite easily, by your voice. You'd become well acquainted with sneaking up on him.
After all, it had been what? Two years since this mutual bantering and rivalry had started. By this point, both of your respective groups were getting a little tired of constantly having to be a witness to all of the flirting that was done.
"L/N, I think I'd recognize the strong smell of motor oil anywhere." Kuroo turns around to face you, hands tucked in the pockets of the red and black jacket he wore. The same one that matched the jackets of the rest of his group.
"Well, unlike someone, I've been working pretty hard, y'know?" Your own hands drift to your pockets, "Not all of us have minions doing all of our work, for us."
One of Kuroo's eyebrows shoot up, "Oh? Last I heard was that someone in particular had a whole shop of people working for them."
A light laugh escapes you, the air fogging up a bit in front of your face as your warm breath met the crisp air surrounding you both. "Yeah? Who told you that? The same asshole that's trying to drag other unfortunate souls into working with him?"
Heaving out a deep, faux sigh, Kuroo tilts his head. "The position with me is still open." His cooing voice almost makes you forget how he'd opted to phrase it. Almost.
"As much as I hate the snaky bastard, the money is too good to pass up." You lean yourself back, making contact with the hood of Kuroo's car. His favorite and ace vehicle, in fact.
"You know I could easily pay you twice what he does," he leans in and places a hand on either side of the hood, next to you. "So what's it going to take to convince you I'm a better choice than him?"
You cross your arms, a smug look crossing your face. "Why do I think this has less and less to do with your need for a mechanic?.. I think you might be a little obsessed with me, there, Kuroo."
A smirk matching your own crosses his lips. "Maybe I am, L/N. What are you going to do about it?"
"Well, there are a few things-" You find yourself cut off as you note Daishō's shouts from across the way. A sigh escapes you and you bring a hand to Kuroo's chest, pushing a finger into his shoulder and making him lean back. "Looks like I've got to go. Until next time, Kuroo."
"Keep my offer in mind," The tall man lets out a sigh as he watches you walk away from him. He glances over his shoulder as he feels a hand there, seeing his faux-blonde friend. "They'll be working for me one day. Just you wait."
Bokuto lets out a hearty laugh, causing people to look in the direction of the two tall men. "You've been saying that for how long, now?"
A scoff comes from behind them, causing them to turn around, "About two years, now. He's a little desperate, don't you think?"
Kuroo rolls his eyes at his friends' teasing, head turning in your direction just in time to catch you quickly farting your own gaze away.
You'd be a lot more to him than just another person in his racing group, one day.
Terushima loves to wash your hair, in the mornings. Whether it be at twelve on a Saturday morning or five on a Monday morning, he just loves it.
It's a level of intimacy he's never had with anyone else and there's not a day that goes by that he doesn't want to show you exactly how much he loves you. He works a full time job and that means he doesn't always get to see you, but just so long as he gets to hold you and press soft kisses to your head, in the morning.
Yūji won't ever let you feel neglected. Not a moment goes by that you second-guess how much he loves you.
Suna runs Inarizaki's gossip blog, but no one ever figures out it's him... Except for Atsumu and Osamu. The only reason why?
The blog never brought you up, unless it was something nice.
Suna may shit-talk everyone at the school, because he only has grade-A blackmail on everyone, but you? An angel. (Even if you may be a fallen one 👀) Could do no wrong.
Y/N burned down a building? - It looked bad anyways.
Y/N pranked the twins and got them suspended for two days? - Deserved it, hands down.
Y/N commandeered the intercoms during morning announcements and said some... things? - Damn, babe, color him impressed.
Hell, he would really sit there and brag about what you'd done on the blog.
Tsukishima Kei taking care of his sick S/O Headcannons
Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Gender Neutral! Sick! Reader
Warnings: Strong language, mentions of reader being sick, y'know, that's about it.
A/N: I'm sick, so here you go, have your food:
Your boyfriend is pISSED when you show up to school with a mask (imagine this is pre-covid pls), in a cold sweat despite your extra jacket, and with a fever.
Not at you, more at your parents for forcing you to school that day.
Why should he like the one person at this school who calls him out when he makes a mistake? Why should he like the person who always manages to outdo him in his classes? Why should he like you, when every time he tries to flirt with you, you turn him down? Why should he like you, when you seem more interested in the twins than you do him?
He shouldn't, so that's why he hates you.
He hates the way your eyes light up when you watch them win a game. He hates the way you hug the twins, Kita, Aran, and even Hitoshi. Why didn't you hug him? He hates the way your laughter fills a room. He hates the way you laugh with the twins. Why didn't you laugh that way with him? He hates the fact you wear Atsumu's jersey to their games. He hates seeing you bring Osamu Onigiri. Why wouldn't you do those things for him?
He hates you because he doesn't hear Atsumu tease you, when Suna isn't around. He hates you because he doesn't know how you wish that you were wearing a jersey with a ten on it rather than the one with the number seven. He hates you because he doesn't realize that the onigiri Osamu gives him as a snack, during practice, was what you made for him. He hates you because he doesn't realize that you're just too shy to give him a hug, after a game.
He hates you... Until the day that you hand him a small confession letter.
The line between love and hate is thin and maybe he was a little to quick to assume which side of that line he was on, when it came to you.
Maybe Suna Rintarō doesn't quite hate you.
Maybe he doesn't quite hate the way you smile when he begrudgingly hands over his hoodie. Maybe he doesn't quite hate the fact that you tutor him, already knowing his pride won't allow him to ask you for help. Maybe he doesn't quite hate the way seeing a text from you, first thing in the morning, makes him feel. Maybe he doesn't quite hate the way you get affectionate, when you're tired.
Kenma Kozume would love to feel your fingers threading through his hair. It calms him down like nothing else.
He can be in the middle of a panic attack, concerned his followers are messing with you, again. He always worries about that, he feels like it's his fault.
It wouldn't be the first time that he grips your shirt and begins to murmur apologies to you and fret over being a bad lover to you.
He isn't a bad lover. Not in the least. He's always checking on you, even if he's up late working on videos or streaming. He's always taken care of you both and you make sure that he knows that.
So when you mumble sweet nothings into his ear to reassure him, your fingers gently scratching his scalp, tears start slipping from his eyes and he just... Collapses into you, thanking you for being there for him.
Warnings: Strong language, reader is a little aggressive at times
Of course, of course! With all of them, I create a new post for each, so that they all get a good amount of them, so please be patient with me making them! But I will have the Kageyama and Yamaguchi SMAUs out possibly tomorrow(??) hopefully tonight, though. I am sorry this took so long to get back to you!
Nishinoya Yū hates having his hair down. It makes him feel shorter than he already is and for whatever reason, having it up gives him this weird sense of confidence.
But, then you came along.
He only ever really wore his hair down, if he was running late. Until he was wearing it down on day and you started running your fingers through his hair. He felt like he was on cloud nine for that entire day, really.
But the problem was, you never played with it when he had it up. So, he asked you about it one day.
You, of course, just laughed and told him to feel the difference when he had it up and when he had it down. He'd never really felt his hair before when it was fully dried and standing up, but holy shit - now he realized why you didn't.
Ever since, he has only worn his hair up for games, otherwise he wears his hair down and natural. Nishinoya is a sucker for you playing with his hair and will put his head in your lap, every chance he gets. Most of the time he falls asleep, because 'your fingers are magic' but that's okay, because he's cute.
Bokuto loves flowers. Not store-bought ones though. He feels like those are artificial and 'too easy.'
Instead of buying you flowers, one day, he goes out to Kita's farm (Atsumu introduced them, during their first year playing for the MSBY team). He asks Kita for seeds and tips on growing flowers.
He doesn't say anything to you about it, before it's ready, but one day, he walks you into your backyard and you find that your grass has pretty much grown up to your shins.
At first, you're pretty confused as to why your grass is so tall, looking towards your boyfriend.
"I know you've been stressed out, lately, but look! There are flowers!" You couldn't be bothered by the tall grass when your boyfriend pulled you down to sit on the sunshine field with him.
Wildflowers and some type of azalea grew around you and the way that he smiled couldn't make you any happier.
Bokuto takes time out of his busy schedule so he can make sure to maintain your yard, but also maintain the flowers that decorate it. You're not sure how your yard still looks so green and pretty with his busy schedule, but he manages, all so he can see the way you smile when he happily shows you the bouquet he made for you from your yard.
From the flowers that he grew for you.
Because he wanted to show you that you're not worth twelve dollars at a flower shop.
You're worth an every day conscious effort. You are worth all of that time, effort, and love that he pours into not only the flowers, but your relationship.
I've been pulling nighters for deadlines and got even more burnout than before that on one particular group project everyone had to wait for my progress that saddened me so much I feel like a burden for my team 😭😭😭
Can you please make Kei comfort me 🥺🥺
Also, how are you doing? Was your birthday recently? 🥺 Happy belated birthday my queen 🥺♡♡♡ you're such a wonderful person, and you made my days
I love you so muchh ♡♡♡ Stay safe please
Tenchu'³'♡
A/N: Tenchuuuu 🤍🥺 I miss you too! I'm sorry you've been pulling all-nighters, those suck ass, if you're not up for it! And burnout isn't fun, either! But hey, don't think like that. I'm sure they were grateful to have you in their group, sweetheart! I'm sure you weren't a burden and i'm sure they didn't think of you as such!
Of course I can have Kei comfort you, though! 🤍 Honestly, I'm not feeling 100%. 😅 And close, my birthday is on the ninth of April, thank you so much for the birthday wishes, though! My family forgets every year though, so that's why I wrote the Oikawa thing, in preparation for when I need comfort that day(wow! I sound absolutely pathetic!)! 😅 But I'm so glad I could make your day! It's my goal to make people feel better, y'know? I love you too, sweetheart!! Stay safe and take care of yourself, though!! 🤍 I'm sorry this took so long, by the way!
Kei knows when you're overworking yourself, even better than you do.
Or, at least, he acknowledges and puts a stop to it, when you refuse.
You work hard and he worries about you pretty often.
More like all of the time
Soft ass
He won't say anything directly, at first.
He'll just do things like take you to dinner or put with friends, to get you away from the work.
He'll make you dinner.
He'll buy you groceries.
Hell, he even organizes your notes for you.
He actually rewrites them for you, sometimes, because your shorthand isn't always legible.
It works... For maybe all of an hour, before you're returning to your work.
After your project had gone a bit rough, you hadn't gotten your bit to the other students, 'on time', in your opinion.
They didn't much care, but you'd still felt horrible about the matter.
You were thankful when the project was over, but even still,
you were stressed and that was obvious.
After trying to discreetly get you to chill out, he furthers his attempts to get you to relax.
He'll put relaxing music on through his headphones and pull you into his lap, placing his headphones on you, just holding you until you calmed down.
He'll lay down with you and rub circles into your back until you fall asleep.
But Kei wasn't known for his patience.
There are times when he uses mean words to scold you.
But you know it's just because he's worried and doesn't know how to say it.
Then, if you continue to just,,, not take care of yourself, his measures slowly grow more drastic.
He'll be over all of the time.
Scolds you for your apartment/room not being up to his standards on cleanliness.
Demands you help him do a 'deep Tsukki-approved clean'
What really happens is he ends up teasing you for pictures and goofy notes that he finds, him helping you get rid of old items and making room for new ones, and a few times he's played music and pulled you into him to spin you around and dance with you in his arms.
Speaking of making room for new items - he takes you shopping, too.
He buys you some comfy clothes, some different things for your room, and even gets you some self-care supplies.
He's not really good at the self care thing
But he has a best friend who is.
Yamaguchi helps him, anytime he needs help with knowing how to have a 'self-care' night with you.
Can you imagine this tall, nerdy looking blonde, walking along side this small, punk-looking boy, holding a basket full of face masks, soaps, and knick-knacks that he'd just tossed in there?
I'm in love with both of them, please
He doesn't really know how to give it to you.
He just shows up at your apartment and dumps the items on you bed.
He'll awkwardly scratch the back of his head and be like 'Um - so, I found these around my house and thought you might want them.'
You know he went and bought it all specifically for you,
but poor tsundere will not admit it.
Kei just wants you to take care of yourself.
He's really bad at expressing himself.
Who can blame him though, after choosing to shut himself down for so long.
He feels those emotions, trust me, he feels the love and care for you.
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