i imagine i am preaching to the choir

anonymous asked:

Hi uhmm... could you make a scenario or imagine or hc (whatever you like) where Oikawa, Tsukishima and Kuroo have a tall s/o but not super tall, maybe like 5'7 to 5'9. I specifically asked for them because I always read about them teasing their short s/o. Dont get me wrong I love it but I'm like "What about the tall girls? They need love too!". Just sayin' ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. hope you could write this <3

Oh, Anon, you are preaching to the choir! Tall girls are always looked over and I think when I write (even though I am nearly 6 feet tall myself) society has imprinted this idea of what is desirable in another person - for both men and women. So, even though I myself am tall, I’m writing for the rest of society who, unfortunately, is not always accepting of those that are outside of what is ‘pretty’. I even dated a dude who didn’t like it when I wore heels because being so tall made me look ‘masculine’?

Everyone! Ditch the one who makes you feel like you’re not beautiful the exact way that you are! They are not worth your time, because there is someone out there who will love every single flaw you own!

(Sorry, that’s just rambling, but if you wanna know a great insight on this but with the example of race and ethnicity, you should check out the TED talk by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. She give a wonderful example of how these sorts of things have impacted her writing since she was a small girl.)

Anyway! Back to these lovely boys!


Her legs were his favorite thing about her, especially when they stretched out over the expanse of his bed on full display. Oikawa’s eyes always started their journey at her feet which tapped and bounced with whatever melody was going through her mind at the moment, before beginning to trail up over her ankles and to her calves. When his gaze got to her knees, he purposefully slowed them, allowing them to slowly tip over the edge before dancing along the fleshy thighs. He stopped only when he reached her hips at which point he returning, traveling over the length of them again.

He took his time, taking in the smooth skin, fingers twitching at his sides but remaining where they were, touching was for later. Admiring of those long legs came first and only when she turned to catch him staring did he move. Standing from his desk seat, Oikawa crossed the short distance that separated them, his knee pressing into his bed as he leaned over her. Buzzing fingertips finally met with the flesh he had been admiring, drawing them carefully over the expanse of skin as he brought his mouth to hers. As they drew closer and her thighs parted to bring them around his waist, Oikawa knew he would never tire of those legs.


When she had originally asked him if he would be okay with her hearing heels, Tsukishima wouldn’t deny he wasn’t very fond of the idea, but he wasn’t going to tell her no. She was already tall compared to other girls and she would be close to being taller than him depending on how high the heels were. He didn’t want her taller than him.

Of course, he would never tell her that. And he would definitely never say those words when he saw her in those shoes for the first time, meeting eye level with her. And, holy shit, how wrong he was.

She smiled brightly at him upon seeing his surprised expression, his eyes wasting no time with trailing her over from head to toe. His hand rose to rest upon her hip, which was now adjacent to his own, as he brought their bodies closer together. A smile tugged at his own lips when he leaned forward in slightest to ghost his mouth over her exposed neck.

He could definitely get used to this.


She looked so good next to him. It was something Kuroo was very proud to say every chance he could. Events, pictures, whatever it was he always enjoyed how easily his hand slid across the small of her back to rest upon her hip that was just barely below his own. It was the way her head could rest against his shoulder and his on top of her head without having to adjust.

Everything with her was easy. Not only the cuddles and the kisses, but also the laughter, the teasing, the love. And she always looked great from head to toe, long limbs that stretched on forever; Kenma has heard far too much about how much his childhood friend loves those limbs wrapped around him, encompassing home entirely.

She leaned then to kiss him chastely and he couldn’t help but smile widely at her, because, yeah, this girl was everything.