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Overdue

prompt:  I know I’m running late – I’m sorry. Things haven’t worked out the way I planned. But believe me when I tell you I am on my way.

- A Postcard by Lang Leav

pairing: atsumu x reader (ft. osamu)

general taglist: @graykageyama

Being the older brother, even if by mere minutes, Atsumu always felt that he had to look out for his sibling. After all, his mother instilled into him that no matter what, he should always be there for Osamu and vice versa. On many occasions Atsumu took that to mean that he could take his stuff, as long as he returns it (which he never does), because after all, they’re brothers.

On other occasions, it meant that Atsumu had to learn to be the first to set his pride aside. He reasons its because he’s the older brother, but Osamu knows that Atsumu is just too clingy to stay mad at his brother for a long time.

But there were many times, many days, many fleeting moments where taking care of his younger twin made him think “I wish I didn’t have a brother.”. Yet, the moment something happens to Osamu, he’s quick to act as the third parent.

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16 and akaashi 🥰

16. knows your schedule from the back of their heads (and gets shocked when there is a sudden change to your routine)

Akaashi liked to think that he knew your routine pretty well, not that you were aware of it.

You always slept past your alarm, even though you had a whole page of per 5-minute interval alarms set. He was tempted to set more for you but realised that it wouldn’t matter anyway. You were never early, but for some unknown reason, you were always able to wake up in cold sweat just before it would be too late to get to school on time. You rushed through your entire morning routine before you managed to step out of the door. You always looked just a bit disheveled when you leaped into the classroom just as the bell was about to ring. He always made the effort to see if there were any loose strands of hair that you missed so he could tug it in for you. (He didn’t really think too much about it when he did that but the swooning you felt when his long fingers slipped through your hair never did stop even though it was nearly a daily occurrence.)

Akaashi, on the other hand, always got through his mornings with leisure. He had to get back to school earlier than most for morning practices which left him plenty of time to make sure he had everything he needed before the classes actually start, meaning that he was always the one waiting on you each morning. His body clock was terrifyingly on point and he always wake up just moments before his alarm rings, always. He always looked so calm, a sharp contrast to the way you could barely breathe regularly when you slammed the classroom door open.

He froze in place for just a little (so little that you would probably miss it unless you really look) at the door when he walked in to see you already at your seat this morning. 

What was this? Why were you here earlier than him? Did you not sleep well last night? You actually seemed like you took a look at the mirror before you walk out the door today? Were you sick?

The engines in his head was running on high speed as he slowly made way to his seat in front of yours, even though on the outside he looked just as collected as ever. It was a good thing that you were being punctual, but something about it just reallly bugged him.

“Morning Akaashi.” you flashed him a quick smile when he sat down.

“Morning.” he replied, his eyes searching for any sign of you being unwell as you buried your head in the books in front of you.

He watched you sighed and pushed the book towards his direction. “Akaashi,” you mumbled as you ran your hand down your face, “do you remember if this part will be in the quiz? I straight up forgot that we had one until late last night.”

So you were back early under desperation, now it all made sense. A small smile tucked at the corner of his lips as he leaned forward which you took as him being his usual gentle self. “No,” he said and he paused before adding, “it will be in the one next week though.”

“Another one?” you sighed, gripping his hand in appreciation, “Urgh, what will I do without you?”

He smiled, leaning his head on his palm as he watched you dipped back down, a small piece of hair falling down as you moved.

It tickled when the tip of his fingers just brushed past the side of your face as he tucked it behind your ear. You glanced up, smiling sheepishly as you mouthed a soft thank you.

And so the routine was back to normal.

This is actually so cute 🥰

[tutor me?]: you’re failing math, so akaashi proposes you to get a tutor

pairings: akaashi x fem! reader

posted: january 29, 2021

warnings: it’s really short LMAO i just came up w this on the spot- also there’s cursing included in this

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hot moments | atsumu, osamu, kuroo, sakusa, akaashi

just some hot haikyuu boy things. i’ll be thinking of these for the rest of the day. i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it >:)

━ atsumu 

» when he wears a white shirt in the rain … imagine rain seeping through his shirt, making see-through, not completely see-through, just enough to see his toned muscles. the way the cloth clings onto his biceps- 

he’s a whole meal. 

» when he stretches and his shirt lifts ever so slightly to reveal his tummy. he’s caught the way your eyes widened as you watched, but never said anything about it ;) 

» when he sits with one knee propped up, his elbow resting on that knee …. mhm. mhmmm~ 

» when he casually palms ur butt or wraps his hand around your waist in public. when he walks around with his arm hung loosely over your shoulders, it lets you play with his hand too 🥺

━ osamu 

» his weight on one foot, one hand rested on the countertop while the other casually flips pan 

» when he throws dough up in the air and makes it look so easy 

i can watch him cook in the kitchen for days <3 

» ‘samu in black aprons. YES. YES YES YES 

» ‘samu wiping his sweat off with his forearm, looking as focused and unbothered as ever 

» when he cups your chin when feeding you food to avoid spilling anything. we love a caring man <33 

━ kuroo 

» IT’S THE WAY HE WEARS SUITS/BUTTON-UPS TO WORK EVERYDAY FOR ME 

» when his tie hangs slightly loose djfksldkfj 🤧(it makes you want to pull him by his tie and smoosh your lips against his)

» when he smirks (which is like 24/7, but that’s the point 😼)

» WHEN HE ROLLS UP HIS SLEEVES 

» when he takes sips from the matching coffee mugs he bought for the two of you 

» WHEN HE WEARS A WATCH AROUND HIS WRIST

i bet he’s real good with technology related stuff too >:) he’ll be able to recover ur lost files <3 

━ sakusa 

» when he steps out the shower, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist (his low ab lines are clearly defined), he flips his wet curls back and ruffles his hair using another towel

» and then he looks up at you with a goofy smile, completely unaware of how mesmerized you are 

» when he walks around with his hands in his pocket, looking like the CEO OF EVERYWHERE 😤

» when he occasionally sticks his hand in YOUR POCKET, gets your stomach fluttery every time <33

» open eye kisses. his eye contact daring you to deepen the kiss 😻makes you weak at the knees 

━ akaashi 

» every time he has his glasses on <33 

» when he’s working on transcript and occasionally taps his pen against his lips

» when he softly blows on hot drinks before taking a sip 

» when he slides his arm through his jacket sleeves- 

» WHEN HE SMILES THAT GENUINE SMILE OF HIS 

» when he softly chuckles at you, hiding his face behind his palm but you can still see the crinkle in his eyes 🥺

» HE’S TOO KIND FOR HIS OWN GOOD. he’s good with kids, animals, elderly people, literally everyone love him, as they should. husband material 😻

This is so pretty!!!

[6:21] . . .

miya osamu loved being a tease. he knew you were only his best friend—one that he couldn’t cross the line with. but whenever he looked at you, he couldn’t stop himself. your eyes almost teased him. it was like you were trying to tempt him into kissing you. or your lips, always a little parted as if making him want to smirk into the kiss.

but he’d shake his thoughts aside, looking away from you to distract himself. you wouldn’t notice, but osamu was really falling for you.

so this fine morning, as the two of you head out to open your co-owned restaurant—onigiri miya, you casually pulled out a box of pocky sticks, snacking on them as the two of you sat in the train together. osamu chuckled at you, calling you a child when you poked your tongue out at him. walking to the restaurant took almost no time, the sun barely rising behind the two of you.

osamu, being the oblivious man he is, didn’t catch you stealing quick glances at him as the two of you talked. his face being perfectly blended with the slight rays of tuscany being shone upon him. his umber hair swept to the side, as his black turtleneck accentuated his steel-blue eyes. he looked at you almost nonchalantly, but still with that small of a smile—you loved teasing him about it, saying, “‘samu, you seriously call that a smile? show yer teeth, you idiot!”

you finally arrived at your restaurant, opening the doors and ready to prep for the day. down to your last pocky stick, you pouted at it. eyes dejected and nose scrunched up almost adorably, you stared at it for a couple of seconds. you brushed your hair away from your face when osamu called out your name from behind the counter, asking why you were still standing there.

he sighed, walking up to you, with an almost 'i’m dead inside’ look on his face. he raised an eyebrow as you placed the pocky in your mouth, your cerise lips almost taunting him to take the other end of the stick. he rolled his eyes, his gaze almost scintillescent as he snatched the stick out of your mouth.

you were about to protest, when he finally lost it. holding your face with one hand, finally placing his plump lips on yours, with the unfinished pocky stick in the other hand. the simple, bucolic, kiss as cars and bicycles drove by right outside your shared restaurant felt more or so magical; osamu chuckled as he placed the pocky stick down on a table—all the while still kissing you.

“i’ve been waiting to do that for a million years,” he muttered without a smile, but a blush clearly giving away that maybe he wasn’t totally heartless.

“well, i’ve been waiting for you to make a move for ten million years,” you huffed, reaching out to the pocky stick, but osamu got to it before you.

“you ate the whole pack. this one’s mine. [grandma/grandpa],” he smirked, putting it in his mouth as he walked back behind the counter, preparing ingredients for today.

“'samu!”

“clean the table, yer pocky was on it!”

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I came to check on your blog and i see that the requests are open again 🤩 can we get Ray, Suit Saeran and GE Saeran's reaction to MC suddenly giving them a back hug while saying that she loves them? Thank you!

I needed a bit of a pick-me-up so this is perfect :) Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 

Ray

Ray would be a stuttering, blushing mess.

Ray knows that you have him wrapped around your finger. Whether you realize it or not, your every word and action affects him deeply.

You’re all that Ray sees, but he doesn’t think that he deserves you.

You’re the center of the universe. You shine so brightly that he can barely see. And Ray considers himself the scum of the earth. 

He knows that it’s wrong, but he can’t keep himself away from you.

You’re out together one day, wandering in the gardens. It’s the place Ray loves to take you the most. He gets to see you, the flowers, and the clouds in the sky- all of his favourite things. He feels like he can breathe a bit easier when he’s here with you.

Ray has his back turned to you and he’s speaking to you, smiling down at a white gardenia as his fingers brush against the tip of one of the petals.

It’s the perfect opportunity. You approach Ray from behind and wrap your arms around him without a word.

He nearly jumps out of his skin, his heart leaping into his throat. A small yell escapes his mouth, swallowed by the flora.

To say you scared him would be an understatement. Ray’s usually pretty guarded, and he wouldn’t have been expecting this at all.

“I love you,” you’d mumble into him, and Ray would freeze. His face would be flushed a deep red. He can’t think past the rapid beating of his heart. 

There was no way that he’d heard that. You would never say something so gentle. Not to Ray- he doesn’t deserve to hear those words from you.

“You-” he’d stammer a few times, his mind spinning so quickly that words get jumbled. “You- I- I don’t-”

Ray can’t speak properly. He’s sure you think he’s an idiot.

“It’s okay,” you’d say, tightening your grip just a bit. You know that this is hard for him. You know that he’s been denied the love and affection that he deserves. You’re not sure how to remedy that, or even if you can, but you certainly want to try.

Ray doesn’t say anything else. Slowly, his hands would cover yours, curling around your fingers. He knows that he doesn’t deserve you, but he can’t help himself. 

He feels warm and safe when you’re there. He feels like the world can’t get to him and tear him apart when you’re nearby.

If only this feeling could last forever.

Suit Saeran

If you’re looking for a fight, this is a good way to get it.

It might actually be a bit tough to pull this off. Suit Saeran’s usually so busy demeaning you that he doesn’t often have his back to you. It’s a sign of vulnerability. You’d really have to time this right.

But if you do manage to sneak up behind Suit and wrap your arms around him, expect him to freeze.

“I love you,” you’d mumble into his back, the fabric of his suit pressed against your cheek.

It might take him a second to realize what’s going on.

Did you actually have the audacity to come up to him and hug him like this? To touch him so freely? To speak to him like you care? Do you think that you can wander around and do whatever you want? 

Once Suit regains his senses he’d instantly react with aggression.

“What are you doing?!” He’d snap. “Don’t you dare look down on me!”

Suit would wrench your hands apart to get out of your embrace. He’d throw you a nasty glare the second he turns around again, but it’s clear that he’s rattled.

“You’re getting arrogant, toy,” his voice would be low, but the rage is so loud it hurts your ears. “Don’t go around thinking you can do whatever you want. Don’t you dare touch me so easily.”

Suit sounds like he’s seconds away from lashing out at you even more, but he doesn’t.

You stand there and meet his gaze. You don’t say anything, but you don’t falter, either. That quiet strength and resolve is what Suit hates the most. It absolutely infuriates him..

No matter what he does to you, you never seem to break. He could twist you until you bend in half, but you’d still never snap.

Suit hates it. He hates you.

Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself.

“Consider yourself lucky I don’t have time for you right now,” he’d snap as he makes his way towards the door, this time keeping his eyes on you. He speaks like he’s trying to burn you alive. 

“Just stay in here and rot.”

And he’d slam the door behind him.

Even once he’s back in his room, Suit’s cursing you out to himself. He’s bothered. He doesn’t understand what goes on in your head, and he hates the way that he’s feeling right now.

You should be afraid of him. You should be trembling at the very sight of him, working yourself to the bone to please him. But you’re not.

For whatever reason, you care. And Suit can’t wrap his head around that.

And for the rest of the night, he’s pissed off. You never leave his head, and he hates you for it.

GE Saeran

Show Saeran affection, and he’s putty in your hands.

Saeran loves to hold you. He loves to kiss you. He loves running his thumb across the apples of your cheeks, holding your hand, and gazing at you as you go about your day.

You’re an enigma. You’re the center of his universe. You make every day better than the last. Saeran hopes to tell you that with every touch, every kiss, and every hug.

But Saeran loves it just as much when you initiate the affection.

He knows that you love him, of course. He trusts you and your relationship with him more than anything. But these small reminders that he pops into your head from time to time make Saeran melt.

You show Saeran affection quite often. It’s hard not to. He’s warm and inviting, and he feels like home. So when you see Saeran standing outside, his back to you, you know that you can’t miss this opportunity.

You manage to silently come up behind Saeran and snake your arms around him from behind. He jumps a little bit.

“Ah-!” Saeran, rigid at first, relaxes when he realizes it’s you.

He laughs a little bit, but you can tell he’s still coming down from the initial shock. “I didn’t know you were there, darling. You surprised me.”

You can’t help smiling into his back. You lace your fingers together. “I love you, Saeran,” you’d say.

Something about him makes you feel comfortable and safe. Like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

Though you’re not facing Saeran, you can practically see the look in his eyes. It’s the same one he always gives you when he’s overcome by feelings. It’s soft, gentle, and makes you feel a bit weak at the knees.

You feel Saeran’s hands cover yours, pulling them apart gently, just enough for him to get the wiggle room to turn around and face you. 

You clasp your hands behind his back, looking up at him as his eyes meet yours. 

There’s so much adoration in them that you could melt. You can’t imagine that anyone could love anything this much, but the flush in Saeran’s cheeks tells you that his feelings for you are very real and very genuine.

Saeran’s hands find their way to your cheeks, where they lay softly. He holds you like you’re glass.

Saeran leans down and presses a gentle, slow kiss to your lips.

“I love you too,” his voice is low, and his breath ghosts across your lips. You feel warm.

You’re the center of Saeran’s world. You’re the reason everything makes sense- the reason it all came together in the end. The reason he could find freedom and happiness.

When Saeran tells you he loves you, you believe it.

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Rated: SFW — Angst

Author note: lmao, good luck with interpreting this. If you have any troubles with the latim terms pls hmu.

Warnings: impaired mental state, hallucinations and illness.

Foramen magnum 

With your closed eyes, you could see him.

The ethereal features were engraved in the back of your mind: the ice-cold blue eyes, the placid face and the raven locks crowning his head. The portrayal of perfection.

"What are you thinking of?" The male laying by your side asked.

"Nothing important, actually." You replied, trying to diverge his attention. Your skin prickled under his touch, fingers caressing the flushed complexion of your cheeks. It didn't sparkle, though.

"It doesn't seem unimportant if you're shedding a tear or two, sweetheart." The man pointed out, slightly worried. A pang was felt in the back of your head.

It felt like a heresy to say he wasn't important. How could you dare to say it, when his name alone was enough to give reason to your entire existence?

"I'm just being weird, don't worry about me, love." You opened your eyes to see his unabashed features, words rolling out of your tongue like honey.

His mouth curved in a light beam, eyes softening at sight of you. The moment felt static, as if time stopped only for you two.

Laying in a bed of flowers and greens, the homey scent hanging in the air, everything felt right.

And the realization settled within thoughts in a dreadful sensation.

Your mind went frantic, heart missing a beat when the breath hitched in your throat.

Hands took a hold of your shoulders, shaking your body while. Pleas went deaf inside of your ears and all your mind could register was the ruffling of ash-blond locks.

Konoha Akinori wasn't Akaashi Keiji.

Ictus cordis

The touch soothed your nerves and you could feel your heart calming inside your ribcage.

You stared lovingly at him, taking into the peaceful face; closed eyelids hid the eyes you loved the most and his pale complexion melted into the bed of feathers.

The world was white canvas and he was the only one to bring colors into it.

Fingertips ran in the expanse of your flesh, painting your body with invisible fire. The tender gesture was enough to make you feel like the most loved person in existence.

With the simple act, your heart swelled and its pace quickened within your chest.

"Why don't you sleep, angel?" Hand caressed your torso, ghosting over your ribs.

"If I close my eyes, I won't be able to see you, Keiji." You meekly responded, afraid of tainting the scenery.

"But you can't really see me, angel. Not with these orbs of yours, it is." The low tone blared inside your mind as his figure vanished in the front of your eyes.

The product of your imagination was cruel, yet, what hurted the most was the heart pounding against the left corner of your ribcage.

Akaashi Keiji wasn't real.

Delirium tremens

Stillness became a welcoming feeling.

After being in silence for so long, loneliness turned out to be an excellent company — so excellent you could ignore the other presence inside the room.

"Why won't you look at me?" The unknown guest asked.

You refused to look at anything other than the white wall in front of you. You were too tired to interact with people. Why would you, when the pitying glances did nothing to help your state?

"Angel?"

The voice broke the static lullaby, wrecking the peace you unwillingly built within the last months.

It couldn't be, could it?

Looking at the far corner of the room, there he was. Black hair and blue eyes, aiming at you with the softness you saw only once, in the eyes of another man whose name you couldn't remember.

Your lower lip quivered as emotion overtook you.

Keiji smiled.

Overneath the hospital bed, your body shook.

"Haven't you missed me?" The man asked, tilting his head.

You closed your eyes and left out a ragged breath. He disappeared once again.

The idea of Akaashi Keiji wasn't good for you.

— and yet, you couldn't ignore the void as your body crashed in abstinence.

How could you miss someone that never existed?

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let the past die, kill it if you have to

Fushiguro Megumi x Fem. Reader

desc: sparring with your boyfriend turns into an emotional unpacking of sorts.

a/n: okay but i promise it’s not ALL angst. i just can’t do that to myself, y’know? soft endings make me smile. also the title is a quote from kylo ren because i can’t think of another name. thank you very much.

warnings: angst, mentions death, blood, anxiety, trauma

wc: 3.5k

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“Is… is there really any point to this,” you pant. 

You’re hunched over with your hands on your knees, struggling to suck in a breath. 

For such a pretty day, you hadn’t planned on spending it getting sweaty, much less sparring with someone. If you’d wanted to drip sweat and ruin your hair, you would have preferred to go for a jog or hit the gym… but you certainly hadn’t asked to sink your fists into your boyfriend’s hands today.

Fushiguro adjusts the collar to his white button-down shirt and sighs, “I already told you, yes.”

There’s hardly a drop of sweat on him. 

If anything, he looks refreshed after an hour of gentle sparring. The only sign of physical exertion is a slight cherry-pink tint shown on his cheeks - even then, it could just be the product of a little too much sun on his pale skin. In comparison to the dark-haired boy’s youthful stamina, you feel like a feeble, old lady; maybe you should invest in a cane so that you look like one too. 

“But why now? You’ve never asked to teach me before.”

You don’t usually whine around Megumi - he’s too practical to take your complaints very seriously anyway - but today, you just can’t seem to help it. It’s a gripe that’s been sitting at the tip of your tongue all morning. 

For someone so reserved, he really had a way of working you to the bone. Why does he feel the need to drag you out to a random field to punch and kick and fall down when you likely couldn’t even outmaneuver a child? It’s counterintuitive and a big waste of your time. 

But he doesn’t seem to think so.

“I don’t want you to be defenseless.”

You stand back up, your lungs having finally recovered. 

“I wouldn’t call this defense. You’re literally just teaching me how to slug a guy in the face,” you say flatly while looking down to examine your hands.

“Don’t try to punch someone in the face, y/n. You’ll-”

“-break my fingers, yeah, I know. You already told me that…” you glance back up and roll your eyes. “Don’t take everything I say so literally.” A smile plays at your lips.

Fushiguro sighs in response. He wears his usual frustrated frown (which he maintains is just his resting face) and trudges toward you.

You eye him and swipe a bunched-up fist across your forehead before dropping it back to your side.

In a few short strides, he’s in front of you, blue eyes hooded and lips drawn into a firm line. He gives you a once over, probably measuring how well you’re holding up so far. You just hope that he’ll call it a day… but it’s not looking like that’s going to happen anytime soon.

He blinks. Then, without warning, Fushiguro reaches down and wraps a hand gently around your lowered wrist. He uses his other hand to conduct your upper arm so that it’s parallel to the ground. You let his warm hands guide your movements slowly and meticulously while he trains his eyes on your positioning. If you weren’t already acquainted with his inscrutable stares, you might’ve been battling a blush right now, but you’ve grown used to your boyfriend’s habits.

Although, for someone who’d just been blocking your kicks and tripping you up, Fushiguro is being awfully careful with you. His fingers, scarred and rough, are delicate on your skin. 

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steadfast [miya osamu x reader]

pairing: miya osamu x fem reader + miya atsumu x reader x suna rintarou

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, group sex (threesome), cuckolding, dirty talk, swearing, praise, daddy kink, deep throating, squirting, brief mentions of jealousy, and just a lil bit of that competitive spirit ya know?

word count: 4.3k

overview: after years of witnessing suna and atsumu shamelessly flirting with his girlfriend, he decides to give them one chance to change her mind knowing damn well she won’t.

By nature, Osamu is observant. Few things escape his attention, whether it’s trace amounts of ice cream disappearing from his tub in the freezer or the longing look you always give him moments before you press your lips against his in an affectionate kiss. Though he wants to pay full attention to the intense game of Super Smash Bros.a few of his former teammates are playing, he can’t help but let his eyes wander to your form as you shuffle into the kitchen to grab another beer. It’s not for you, but for his twin brother who places a lingering touch against the small of your back upon accepting it.

To the untrained eye, the action would appear as a gesture of appreciation and nothing more. But Osamu understood his brother well enough to know that he’d always had a habit–or intention, rather–of being handsy with you. His dark, stone-colored gaze quickly flicks back to the game on the television, however, when you saunter over to him to lean down and place a gentle kiss against his temple.

“Need anything, babe?” you ask, (e/c) eyes tracing over the handsome features of your boyfriend’s face.

He shakes his head and assures you, “Just ‘cause this is our place, don’t mean ya hafta play hostess, y’know.”

“I know,” is your cheerfully spoken response before you turn your attention to the chaos unfolding on-screen. “Damn, who knew Kita-san was good at video games?”

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hi hun!! omg so this is a req for the event!! 1. kissing in the rain for kenma (i hope i wrote that write ndndn) thanks so much and congrats again🥺💞 you deserve it!

omg thank you so much for requesting this!! i really hope you like it <3333

500 Follower Event; 1. kissing in the rain  ━  kenma kozume  

sometimes, you wonder just how trustworthy weathermen are as people. the forecast had showed no signs of rain for the entire day, granting you the perfect chance to finally prepare for the picnic date you’ve been pleading kenma to do. it’s a saturday afternoon, and the sun from the early morning has long since escaped to shy away behind grey clouds. there’s a permanent frown on your face as you stand beneath the shelter of a random building across the park, the picnic basket by your feet, your sighing boyfriend to your right.

“this is really unfair,” you say, and kenma’s sighing deepens. “what does the universe have against me?” you wonder as you glance up at the sky, the rain pouring harshly onto the earth beneath it. you’re not angry, not really. you’re just — sad.

you feel a hand reach out for yours, and you look to the side, glancing at your boyfriend expectantly. he doesn’t speak, which isn’t much of a surprise, because actions have always held much more value to kenma than words. he easily links your fingers with his, keeping his eyes away from meeting your own, before he tugs you forward, leading you into the rain.

“kenma!” you yell out as the rain quickly drenches you, seeping through your clothes and forcing them to stick as a second a second skin. shivering as the rain continues to beat down at you, you glance momentarily at him, observing him carefully. his head is thrown back, his eyes shut tightly as he accepts the pattering of the rain against his face. like it’s washing away everything he wants it to.

you open your mouth to call out for him, stepping forward, closer to him, but he interrupts you quickly, in a way you least expect him to. you cups your face in his hands, palms damp from the rain, and pushes you up to him, pressing his lips to yours. it’s sudden, unexpected, but it’s welcomed nonetheless. his lips feel soft against yours, so warm and inviting. he’s so gentle with you, like this is the first time he’s kissing you. he never initiates kisses. he never initiates any form of physical affection, really, but here, with the rain blanketing you from the outside world, protecting you from unwanted eyes, he kisses you until he can’t breathe.

“the universe doesn’t deserve you,” he tells you in hushed tones, quickly kissing you again. you’re not sure where the surge of want came from, but there’s not an ounce of complaint within you as you reach up and place your palms atop his. his thumb caresses your cheek as he pulls you closer to him, one hand slipping to cup the back of your neck. “the universe is so lucky to have you.” he’s breathless as he pulls back, and finally, after endless hours, his eyes meet yours, and he says. “i’m so lucky to have you.”

you’re blinking away the rain as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, reveling in the way he embraces you so tightly. the rain is long forgotten, now only a gentle lullaby in the back of your mind, serenading the two of you. he continues to hold you until the rain is too strong, and when you’re both sick the next day, he regrets nothing.

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Seasons of love - K.Akaashi

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Warnings: Fluff to angst TW//breakups, slight? cheating? I'll tag it just in case

Summary: You met him in the summer, and much like the seasons, things fade eventually

Its summer when you fall in love. Hot afternoons cleaning classrooms, the smell of chalk wafting in the air as you wipe down the blackboard. The air is sticky and humid as the sun sets, casting an orange glow throughout the room.

Akaashi's hands wrap around your waist, head coming to rest on your shoulder as he watches your hand wipe over the board.

It's not unusual, Akaashi had always been more affectionate with you, the result of late study sessions in the library, scooting closer and closer until your shoulders touch, sharing warmth as the wind howled outside, shy smiles exchanged as Akaashi softly explained the concepts under the dim lights.

"Go out with me." It's whispered right into your ear sending shivers up your spine as you grin.

"If that's what you want." His lips are gently pressed against your cheek, soft and tender and telling you he loves you.

It's been months since he's liked you, but it's only now under the warm summer sunset that he realizes he really, really loves you. And you loved him.

It's fall when the love you share only grows, as you giggle at the school entrance talking about how his jersey is in locker #5, cleaned and ready for you to wear should you choose to.

The sound of cheering as Akaashi looks up at you, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand as you do the same. It's like a secret only the two of you know, and you don't break eye contact as he gets hugged by his teammates, the atmosphere electric with celebration and joy.

Akaashi jogging toward you, beaming as you open your arms for him to slot himself into, breathing in the smell of your shampoo, and laughing lightly when he notices his jersey on your frame.

"It looks nice, you should wear it forever."

You're laughing with him as he clasps your hands in his, giving you a twirl to see you from all around.

And then he's pulling you into him, head buried into your neck as he kisses it slightly, feeling you sigh with happiness.

"Maybe I should wear this forever." You grin, and he peeks his head out from where it was and smiles softly, a smile just for you.

"If that's what you want."

The cheering gets louder as Bokuto and the rest of Fukrodani walk down the hallway, clearly searching for their setter.

"Go, I'll be fine." You whisper into his ear, watching him perk up, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek and jogging over to the team with a small smile.

It's winter as the arguments start, Akaashi's personality becoming as cold as the winter winds as he pulls away, busying himself with schoolwork, homework, practice, and repeat.

The cold rain falls in sheets outside as you scream at him, he didn't have to get so close to that girl in the library, whispering right into her ear with as he explained some science concept.

You hadn't meant to start the argument in the middle of the gym, but he had essentially avoided you all day. Answering text messages with curt responses, smiling dryly at you in school and letting go of your hand when you go to the school gates.

"It's not fair Keiji. I thought you loved me." Your voice is raw with hurt, and everyone just shifts awkwardly as they try and leave quickly, not wanting to step into Akaashi's personal life.

"I did. I did love you." He's rolling his eyes, finding the whole argument pointless.

Each argument is as cold as ice and hits like a bullet, knocking you down with harsh words.

"She's just a friend anyways."

No- No you knew the look he gave her, the soft words he whispered into her ear, and the shy smiles that graced his lips.

All things he did for you. All things that he promised not to share with anyone else.

You leave the gym sobbing, heartbroken and painfully single. The rain beating down on you and chilling you to the bone as you speed past worried wing spikers and middle blockers.

It hurt, it hurt when you screamed at him, asking if he wanted to break up, and all that came out of his chapped lips was;

"If that's what you want."

Spring is the season of new beginnings and moving on, at least, that's what you thought as you came to the volleyball game with a friend, watching with a scowl as you deliberately avoided his eyes.

And then it happened, his hand reached up as his lips kisses the back of his hand, and your heart drops as you frantically look around, eyes landing on a girl 5 or so seats away, a dreamy look in her eyes as she kissed the back of her hand with him. A secret that they shared.

The room feels too small as you realize he's moved on quicker than you had, and Akaashi watches with a pang in his chest as you get up and leave, hand over your mouth as you try not to sob.

Because of course, breaking up was what you wanted.

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speaking of coffee (thanks jade LOL):

akaashi knows you have an iced coffee addiction. he’s a coffee drinker himself, mostly hot, but you’re far more committed to the same drink than he is. and he’s okay with that, of course, because it only makes it easier for him to order for you when he wants to surprise you or when he picks you up for a date.

the only time it’s inconvenient? winter.

because while akaashi’s love for you doesn’t change with the seasons, the temperature surely does, and that only makes it more difficult for him to carry the icy drink to pick you up. the walk to your house isn’t a long one, and it’s one he usually enjoys, but the tremble in his freezing fingertips causes him to focus a little less on the scenery and a little more on getting to his destination with all ten fingers still attached.

yet, when he knows boldly on your door, breath puffing out in a wispy cloud in the air, he doesn’t feel quite as cold when the door swings open. his cheeks are tinted pink from the air and the affectionate hug you offer him as a greeting, and he feels like he’s warmed up a bit already.

“keiji!” you gasp, holding both of his hands in yours as you usher him inside, “you didn’t bring gloves? ah, and this drink is iced, you must have been freezing!”

you quickly take the drink from him, setting it on the table before blowing warm air onto his hands. it feels refreshing to have the heat flow over his palms and to his knuckles, and it only gets better when you look up at him through your lashes.

“is that better?” you ask tentatively. akaashi smiles, letting out a small chuckle and pressing a short kiss to your forehead. it’s cold, yet somehow not unpleasant.

“don’t worry about me,” he replies. “i’m all better now.”

there’s only one kind of heat he needs, akaashi decides. 

the comforting warmth called you.

akaashi was never one to tape his fingers to play volleyball, the thought never really crossed his mind. once upon a time, he did try it out but the sensation of cotton wrapped around his fingers felt unusual. perhaps it aided his performance but it didn’t help his itch to fidget with his digits. the tape fell out ten minutes into his game.

never is a strong word, so definitively negative. akaashi has never been in a plane. akaashi has never eaten vietnamese food. akaashi has never been in love. but ‘never’ doesn’t last long and it’s longevity is so pronounced in a childish game of ‘never have i ever’. akaashi knows this because one year, bokuto pronounced that he had never used a bike but the next year, after arduous hours of cycling lessons, he put a finger down.

the word never can be temporary, a simple exception turning an “i haven’t” to an “i have”.

akaashi has to make an exception to his no-finger-taping rule today. in a practice match at yet another training camp, the ball’s trajectory hit his greatest asset a little strangely and left him with aching fingers. ouch.

“i’m going to tape your fingers so that they hurt a little less, is that okay?”

the coach sent him to you, a volunteering first aid member at the camp to take care of his injury. akaashi is never easily enamoured by people but for whatever strange reason, his heart races at the sight of you. sparkling eyes, shiny hair, a beautiful smile. how could he not feel so magnetically connected?

so even though he’s said he’s never taped his fingers since he tried it, he lets you twirl the white cotton around each one just to see your face up close.

with hands awkwardly outstretched, he lets his eyes trail your digits winding the tape around his own. you look so alluring, he thinks, with your brows furrowed to focus. he forgets that he’s staring and only snaps out of his stupor when you catch him in the act, giving him a gentle upturn of your lips. perhaps in other circumstances he’d feel ashamed but akaashi’s rational emotions are overrun by the utter joy he feels seeing your smile.

he’s never been happier about embarrassing himself.

you continue your care taking, white fabric travelling around and around and around his fingers. the tape has always felt a little abrasive to him, a little out of place on his skin. however, your smooth movements of tape on his pointers in conjunction with the angelic glow that’s ever present on your face pushes the thought from his head. the white cotton doesn’t matter anymore, only you do.

a few tucks and you’ve finished your masterpiece. akaashi dislikes that he wants to hurt himself again just to soak in your delightful features once more.

“that should be good for now, just be careful when you’re on the court!” you beam at him cheerfully. akaashi thinks that he’d like to see that grin more often.

“thank you.” is his lame reply.

“of course!” you chirp back at him. there’s a quiet pause in between your words, almost as though the silence is speaking for the two of you. you open your mouth to continue in amongst the silence. “by the way, you play really well! i don’t know much about volleyball but from what i can see, you’re a really wonderful player.”

akaashi could physically feel his soul leaving his body.

not only were you so outwardly beautiful, your mind was just as charming! perhaps if your mind was reflected as a tangible being, it would look just like you do right now.

“thank you again. what’s your name?” he questions in an almost jaunty fashion. he curses his blank slate of a mind for his unusual behaviour. you give him your name and he thinks that you make it sound so good spilling from your lips.

“and you’re... akaashi, right?” he nods to your inquisition. his name sounds even better rolling off your tongue.

“alright akaashi, i’ll see you around.” you wave him off with a pearly white grin and he nods once more. with a small smile, he jogs back to the rest of the team to slide back into the match. it was almost like he’d never left.

never is a strong word. sometimes, one does not wish to break their vow of never accomplishing something. akaashi does it more than he likes to admit. sure, the doors of possibilities in his mind are open but there are a few that have remained shut. like taping his fingers. or falling in love. or letting himself form a crush on a stranger. let it be known that he only has a say in one of those doors staying sealed.

sometimes those doors are to remain closed off. sometimes they aren’t. you let akaashi know through your sweet smile that it’s okay to open more of them and let himself be more vulnerable.

some day he’ll tell you that. but lingering stares will suffice for now.

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT-

001 MIYA ATSUMU X SHUT UP AND DRIVE SERIES

++ MSBY GARAGE

❝ i've been looking for a driver who is qualified, so if you think that you're the one step into my ride ❞

dt — @rintaroll

“so, what’s it gonna take for ya to praise me a little more?”

you rolled your eyes and huffed, brushing the setters hand off your shoulder.

“shouldn’t you be more concerned about, oh i don’t know, your fans, interviews, your teammates?!” you snapped back as atsumu held both his hands up in defence.

the crowd was loud and still bustling as the black jackals most recent victory continued to stir excitement through the mass of spectators in the high stands. fans were still yelling and chanting as interviewers scrambled to grab the attention of any player they could. multiple had pried for atsumu in fact, alas, all his attention was solely focused on none other than his teams promotional manager; you.

you were chatting to the teams photographer and uploading updates and playbacks onto the teams twitter at the time the blond had bounded his way over to you and here you were, faced with the famous setter leaning on the advertisement boards lining the court diving you from him.

“miya,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you shook your head. “go and talk to some interviewers and get yourself back over to the others, i’m begging you at this point.”

“beggin’ huh?” a boyish smirk tugged at his lips and his eyes stayed locked on your own.

“not in the way your disgusting little mind is thinking of.” you shot back, stepping back from the board and looking back down at your phone where the teams twitter was currently blowing up.

atsumu snickered before standing up straight.

“whatever ya say doll, just hold up a little longer and i’m all yours again yeah?”

you scoffed and shook your head at him before shooing him away.

“i’d prefer you weren’t.”

“lyin’s a bad habit.”

“would you just go already?”

atsumu laughed as he turned to make his way back to the rest of his awaiting team. waving a hand back at you, he turned to face you before shooting a wink your way as interviewers and photographers flooded the scene.

this was a typical exchange of interaction between the two of you. ever since you had been introduced to the team as their promotional manager, atsumu had fixated his interest outside of volleyball onto you. 7 months later and nothing had changed despite his never faltering persistence.

you sighed as the photographer laughed softly before turning to his own laptop to import more photos for you to upload.

“he seems to have a soft spot for you.”

you groaned and switched your phone off, leaning back on the advertisement boards atsumu himself was previously leaning against.

“he’s such a handful.” you stated as the photographer chuckled.

“looks like he wants to be one for you though.”

“i wish he didn’t” you muttered back as the photographer smiled earnestly at you.

“i think we both know that’s a lie, we’ve been working together for a while and i don't think this dread to spend time with him is as evident as you make it out.”

you whined as you sent a soft frown his way.

“trust me, it is.”

“whatever you say.” the man teased back before clicking on the last images to send your way.

thanking him and making your way over to the teams manager and coach, you stood beside them in front of the msby boys and watched them as outlet interviewers shot questions their way.

multiple flashes went off every few seconds as each player flashed a handsome smile to the camera. you scanned over the team and bokuto was excitedly chatting and laughing with the interviewers. you smiled softly to yourself as you let your eyes wander from bokuto over to sakusa who was trying his best to avoid contact with his sweaty teammates and ‘annoying’ interviewers. it was clear he wasn’t as thrilled to be there as the others so you sent an apologetic look his way and mouthed to him he only had to put up for roughly 10 minutes more. he silently wallowed in self pity at that, but that quickly turned to agitation as atsumu dominated your vision.

slinging an arm over sakusa, (much to the latters disgust), atsumu grinned at you and flashed a smirk for a brief second before turning back to give the cameras a toothy grin.

your face dropped back into a frown as atsumu feigned hurt from a distance.

the team manager laughed as she elbowed you gently.

“interviewers might have a little more luck keeping him focused if you were the one interviewing him.”

you raised an eyebrow as you turned to face her.

“he’s like a puppy.” you stated bluntly as the manager laughed.

“a lovesick puppy.” she corrected as you faked a gag.

“why you all think he’s head over heels for me is way beyond me.”

the manager smiled before nudging for you to look at the attractive setter.

“because it's obvious. you break the boys heart every week.”

you watched as atsumu happily chatted to interviewers and forced sakusa to begrudgingly pose for photos and join in with him.

“he’s not my type.” you said as your eyes stayed focused on the blond.

“right.” the manager teased before smiling over at the team's captain, meian, her own boyfriend.

you smiled at the pair’s interaction as the team dispersed after thanking interviewers and fans for their support.

meian wandered over to the manager who happily placed a kiss to her cheek before guiding her off towards the back of the stadium, hand lingering on the small on her back.

you sighed as your own thoughts invaded your headspace. it wasn’t that you didn’t want a boyfriend. you just hadn’t met anyone worth the time yet.

well, that was your go to excuse to tell everyone anyway. the truth was, you didn't even know the limits to your own standards, you just knew they were high when looking for a potential partner.

the feeling of a heavy arm slung over your shoulder forced you back into reality as your eyes flickered up in surprise.

“miss me?” the hot breath and familiar voice teased the shell of your ear as you scowled.

“you wish.” you snapped back as you attempted to duck out of your offender's grip.

“ah-ah, yer coming home with me today.” atsumu smirked confidently as you hissed at him to get off.

“says who?” you argued as the setter looked down at you smugly.

“me.” another voice joined the conversation as you turned to face the owner of it.

your eyes met the coach who was looking at you slightly sympathetically.

“huh?”

“sorry,” the coach began, hand holding the back of his neck. “i know i said i’d take you home, but my wife has some errands she needs me to pick up before getting home and i’d hate to have to drag you along with me this late at night.”

you groaned but nodded understandably.

“luckily, atsumu here was kind enough to offer to be your ride back home.”

“lucky me.” your voice dripping with thick sarcasm as atsumu ignored it.

“yeah, lucky you indeed. do ya know how many girls would kill to be in yer position right now?” atsumu teased, arm still firmly made at home around your shoulders.

“let them kill me.” you glared at him as he gasped playfully.

“ya don’t mean that.”

“i do.”

“you don’t.”

“just take me home already i’m tired!” you threw your arms up as atsumu grinned.

“sure, give me a few minutes to grab my stuff and i’ll meet you round the back of the building, yeah?”

“whatever.”

you made your way towards the back exit of the stadium and were met with other members of support for the team who were waiting for the boys to grab their things from the locker rooms. some players opted to shower after matches while others waited til they got back home. atsumu fell into the category of players who waited until they got home. this was both a blessing and a curse. you wouldn’t have to wait for him for too long, but you would be met with a sweaty atsumu.

this wasn’t technically a bad thing, atsumu had a habit of getting rid of the smell after each match with an expensive cologne you’d never even attempt to pronounce, but he happened to somehow be a little more attractive when he looked worn out and disheveled. you hated yourself for thinking such a thing but you just couldn’t help it. he was annoyingly attractive and it made his personality a little more dislikable in your opinion.

you waited for around 10 minutes before you were met with boisterous laughter ringing through the spacious lounge by the exit.

atsumu and bokuto came striding out from the hall directing towards the locker rooms, gym bags in their hands and ruggish hair that would need taming again eventually.

you sighed as you waited for atsumu to approach you. he bid his goodbyes to everyone and sent a look at bokuto's way. the ace held a thumbs up at atsumu as the others in the lounge looked at each other giggling and smiling smugly.

you raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off as you felt a hand find its way on your waist.

“let’s get going then.” his voice strumming chords through your body as you shivered slightly.

atsumu led you out and down towards the underground garage used by players and staff members whilst at the stadium. you’d never actually seen atsumu’s car before so you had no idea what to be looking for, but atsumu’s hand remained firmly on your waist as he led you over to an array of expensive cars. mentally trying to guess what car belonged to the setter, atsumu watched with a small smirk etched on his face as your eyes scanned along each car. keys hooked around his finger, atsumu pressed the unlock button as your jaw dropped slightly.

of fucking course.

miya atsumu was the proud owner of a jet black 2021 chevrolet corvette with the number plate gracing it in all its glory ‘MIY4 13’.

you scoffed as atsumu’s smirk widened.

“so, ya gettin in or what?”

“into what? my one way invitation to death?”

atsumu snickered as he led you over to the passengers seat.

“i won’t kill ya, i promise.”

you looked back at him, handsome and sharp features making your eyes soften.”

“well, it’s not like i’ll be able to yell at you if you break that promise.”

“exactly.” atsumu grinned as you climbed into the luxury vehicle. the soft leather padding of the seats welcoming you as your weight shifted onto them.

you glanced around the interior as your eyes were met upon. various lit buttons caught your attention as a screen switched on as atsumu opened the drivers door. you were certain the car had way too many features but that’s what made it a luxury vehicle you guessed. the sleek black and red complimented interior was admired by you as atsumu watched your eyes dance around the car. his eyes softened as you visably relaxed a little more. your hand hooked across the firmly threaded seatbelt as you pulled it around you.

you looked at atsumu who’s smirk seemed to have faded. instead, a soft grin was painted across his face as he helped you click the belt securely in place.

“don’t kill me miya.”

“i’ll do my best.” he winked at you before pressing the start engine.

mentally chanting your last prayers, you accepted the position fate had put you in and did your best to stop the stirring of butterflies in your chest as atsumu placed his hand on the back of your headrest and pulled out.

well fuck.

as if he wasn’t attractive enough before, he sure as hell was now. your eyes widened and heart picked up it’s pace as the scent of atsumu’s signature cologne flooded your senses.

his sharp jaw and focused eyes, pointed in the direction of the rear window as he successfully pulled the car out the space. moving his hand back onto the wheel, atsumu turned to smirk at you as you gave him a pleading look. before you could open your mouth to speak, the setter slammed on the accelerator and the engines picked up its volume as your head was thrown back a little as the car sped out the garage exit.

“you little shit!” you cussed out as atsumu laughed as you sped onto the highway through the city.

“ya love the thrill don’t lie.”

“i’m not lying!” you protested as the flashes of bright lights flew past the window.

atsumu smiled as his right hand found its place on the middle of your thigh.

“miya!” you hissed as atsumu tilted his head momentarily your direction.

“ya can call me atsumu ya know?”

“i don’t want to!”

“for such a genuine person, yer so full of shit sometimes.”

you huffed as you gave up letting atsumu’s touch encourage the stir inside of you. you turned and glared out the window at the passing scene as atsumu hummed in satisfaction.

a few more moments of comfortable silence went by, nothing but the sounds of cars zooming past and the soft hum of atsumu’s own car’s engine.

you frowned and bit the corner of your lip as you peaked towards the blond whose eyes were fixed on the road.

“so,” you began, resulting in the player's eyes to flicker your way for a millisecond. “why are you so hooked on me?” you questioned.

you held your breath as you finally voiced the concern that had been playing on your mind for a while. you rarely had moments of privacy with the man despite his infatuation and demand to be around you.

“am i not allowed to be?” he challenged teasingly as he sqeezed your thigh slightly.

you wanted to force his grip off of you, you really did, but something about it felt so natural you just couldn't.

“miya.” you sighed and shook your head.

“atsumu.” he corrected as you turned to face him properly.

“look, you’re just my type. that’s all there is to it.” he replied simply,as if it was no big deal to him.

“and just what exactly is your type?” you quizzed as you pulled up at a traffic light.

slowing the car to stop for a while the light was red, atsumu turned his face to look at your own before he flashed that boyish grin you’d unknowingly grown rather fond of.

“you.”

and with that, the world threw you back into fast motion as the green light flashed, highlighting his face before he hit the acceleration again making your eyes widen.

“atsumu…” you sighed quietly as the adrenaline brought more life into his eyes.

it wasn’t that you hated atsumu. it wasn’t that at all. he was just someone you didn’t see yourself seriously with. someone so out there and demanding of the world. you had always envisioned yourself with someone a little more down to earth, someone with a stable job with a lowkey personal life, a person who took life at a comfortable pace. you had never seriously considered being with someone like miya atsumu. someone who demanded the world's attention, dominated every scene he was put in, who took life at the speed the highest the accelerator would go. someone so big, so bright. you never imagined someone like miya atsumu would take interest in someone like you. you were opposites stuck in an entanglement of professional lives.

out of every person in the world, the universe had decided miya atsumu would become the man who ticked the boxes to your unknown standards. you just hated to acknowledge it.

pulling off the highway, atsumu drove through the less busy roads as your apartment complex came into vision. half of you wanted the ride to be a little longer, but the other half of you couldn’t wait to lock yourself in your apartment away from the man who caused turmoil inside of you.

atsumu hummed as he pulled around the back of your complex. the roads were quiet and the soft lights of other buildings gleamed off the vehicle as the golden light flooded through the tinted glass of the windows, pulling attention to the boyish, but charming features of his face.

you sighed as he pulled the car to a stop and let the engine settle down. you stayed like that for a moment as the two of you sat there packed in the quiet parking lot.

“listen, I meant it, i really do like you.” he said as you studied his eyes for any signs of him being ingenuine; you couldn't find any.

your eyes softened as you leaned on the headboard.

“miy- atsumu.” you began quietly as his eyes admired your form. “it’s not that i don’t like you or anything, it's just- i don’t know if you’re my type.” you confessed as your heart hammered against your chest.

“well, you just called me by my first name, that’s gotta count for something right?”

you looked up at him and locked your eyes into his honest ones. you sat up and turned to face him as he took both of your hands into his.

“look, i get it, i’ve been annoying since day one-”

“-annoying is an understatement.” you cut in as atsumu playfully glared at you.

“rude. anyways as i was saying, i might’ve come across as a little too strong from the start, but there's just somethin’ about you. i just can’t seem to leave ya alone.” the blond confessed honestly as his warm, calloused hands held yours tightly.

“atsumu, i just don’t know.” you shook your head as he held onto your hands tightly. “i just don’t know what i’m looking for.”

“let me help ya find it in me then.” he pleaded softly, a small grin tugged at his lips.

you cast your eyes down to where your hands were being connected by him. the stir in your chest sped up as your heart was slamming against your chest at this point.

“atsumu i just-”

cutting you off, atsumu pulled your hands away from each other as he moved one up towards your jaw to cradle your face gently. dark golden eyes melting at the sight of you close up, atsumu pulled your face in closer to his and your heart just wouldn’t let you pull away. his lips finally met your own after what felt like an eternity and it was if yours were made to fit against his.

his hand moved towards the back of your neck as he encouraged you to move closer. you leaned closer letting your own hand find its way against atsumu’s broad chest.

the kiss deepened as you gave access to the setter’s tongue as he dominated your movements. small gasps and whines were heard in the silence of the parking lot as neither of you had it in your to pull away. atsumu’s hand was securely at the back of your neck with the other gripping your waist as you groaned at the slightly uncomfortable position.

pulling away, the two of you breathed heavily as you leaned back in the expensive leather seat as atsumu stared at you softly.

“what the fuck was that?”

“our first kiss as a couple.” atsumu teased but failed to stop the wide smile spread across his face.

“who said anything about being a couple?” you shot back as atsumu found your hand once more, lacing your fingers together tightly.

“your body language. you kissed back.”

“i-”

“msby setter miya atsumu as yer boyfriend, wow, arent’cha just the luckiest!”

you playfully hit his chest as he laughed.

“keep it up and that’ll be ex-boyfriend.”

atsumu’s eyes lit up as he grabbed your hand again and held it tightly.

“so ya admit it! i’m yer boyfriend!”

you giggled seeing how genuinely excited he was over it.

“for now.” you hummed as he pouted slightly.

you cupped his jaw and leaned to press a soft kiss to his cheek causing heat to rise to his face.

“let’s just, take this slow though okay?”

“don’t tell me that while sittin’ in this car.” he joked as you groaned against him.

you leaned back looking back into his bright eyes as his gaze softened.

“i’m kiddin’, we’ll go as fast as ya want, and i promise not to kill you on the way.”

you snickered as the blond beamed at you.

“i’m holding you to that.” you smiled as atsumu pulled your face in closer once more. leaning forward to better prepare yourself, you allowed yourself to melt into another deep kiss with the man you would now call your boyfriend.

you never saw yourself being with someone who took life at a fast pace. someone who demanded the world’s attention without verbally calling for it. you never saw yourself falling for someone like that.

but here you were, with the man who ticked all of those boxes easily. the type of man you insisted wasn’t your type, turned out to be the blueprint for your exact type; you just weren’t aware of it until miya atsumu insisted you did.

++TAGLIST!@crescenttooru @miss-angel-ash @sarahvvictoria @babierin @fxncyoomi @s0utien @toobsessedsstuff @omibaby @kenkodzu @sugabeaniee @lovesunas @slutawara @bunny-on-crack @shouyouorange @memorableminds @whootwhoot @yikes-buddy @sweetsamus

FUCK MY HEART 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

say you’re mine

pairing — akaashi keiji x gn!reader ; per a request, reader has slight anxiety and underconfidence issues

warnings — drinking but you’re both of age and its like a shot lmao

word count — 2.0k~

request — From @babyybokutoakaashi​ ; ‘It is my first time asking for a fic request but can i ask for Akaashi fic. I dont have any specifics. Maybe his s/o can have a resemblance to me, like a not confident person and being anxious even on the little things. Its okay too if you dont’

an — i’m so happy i’m your first request! you’re also the first request i’ve taken so besties 👯‍♀️ hope you like this fic, i really wanted to write for akaashi anyways so let’s make a fic of it 🥳 hope you enjoy!!

inspo — sofia by clairo

akaashi keiji has been an enigma to you despite the plethora of years you’d known him. not in the way that you didn’t know what he liked — you know he prefers his coffees with creamer and three sugars, that if he was wearing his glasses it’s because his contacts probably dried out, and you know that if he wears his old fukurodani sweater that he’s working on editing another piece for udai, but you never knew how he truly felt about you.

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uh hole-y shit consider my heart broken

concept: being the nanny for atsumu’s children

❥warnings: cheating [fem!reader + atsumu], implied age gap, heavy angst, descriptions of sex, atsumu is kinda a dick

❦note: umm just my very nasty imagination bc id let atsumu use me <33 tee hee 

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PLSSSS I AM SO IN LOVE

akaashi doesn’t want a tutor. he needs one, but that doesn’t mean he wanted one. he’s not even sure how it was recommended to him in the first place, weren’t his grades good enough?

his pencil bends under the force of his thumb at the thought, holding back the urge to roll his eyes at whoever the teacher thought would be suitable to explain english literature to him.

english literature. to him of all people. his pencil bends a bit harsher this time, teetering on the edge of snapping in half.

gosh - he hated english literature. not because he failed at it, but because he loved reading enough to understand that this class would do nothing but destroy his creativity and make writing feel like a chore.

so between all that, and the fact that he’s been needing to clock more volleyball hours for the upcoming nationals, he guesses he can understand why a tutor was brought up to him.

“sorry, i’m late!” you walk up to his seat, apologizing, and the second he sees you - the pencil in his thumb breaks.

you?

you smile, shy, maybe polite too, “ah shit, terrible first impression huh?”

on the contrary. you’ve been making impressions left and right to akaashi, and none of them he’d ever use the word terrible to describe.

so, maybe he had a little crush. not that he’d ever tell you about it, but what are the chances that the one person he found a bit more lovely than the rest would be the person to tutor him.

“it’s fine,” he tells you, curtious, “i really didn’t wait long.” he smiles, lying.

you nod, appreciative of the fact that he was being so nice about it, you introduce yourself, he tells you his name, and you briefly mentioned how pretty it was before he tells you if you’ve ever heard yours.

you smile at him, “flattery will get you nowhere.”

“it wasn’t my intention,” he tells you, but you don’t miss the tiny glint in his eyes as he does.

you grin, laughing the small banter away, and you sit next to him, eyeing the broken piece of pencil in his hand but you decide to not mention it anyways.

you look to him, “well, we better get started or we won’t get anything done today.”

akaashi has a better look at you now, especially considering how you sat so close to him that he could just reach out and push your hair away, not that he would, but he could, and that made it unexpectedly difficult to concentrate at anything other than you.

akaashi thinks, not for the first time, how pretty your eyes are, and that thought is shortly followed by a smile, everything about you was lovely.

“where do we start?” you ask him, eyeing his notebooks, and you grin, “the sooner we begin the faster we could go home.”

he frowns for a second - hoping that you don’t notice, and he glances at the book he kept by his side, “i’m having a lot of trouble actually.”

it’s not like he was lying, he hated english literature, but it’d be wrong of him to admit that he only said that because he needed help in freaking english.

“well, that’s okay too,” you smile that same politeness, akaashi finds it charming, “i don’t mind staying for how long.”

he doesn’t mind too, not when you stared at him so intently with those eyes of yours, and he thinks about how inconvenient it was for him to get stuck with you as a tutor since he’s sure he won’t ever get to focus on his textbooks as much as he’d like to focus on you.

really, how inconvenient. he thinks, a relentless smile on his face.

I just- 🥺🥺🥺

this is day2 of me being hardworking and tired hi gib me some attention

Fine, since you have been working hard😌

“Keiji?”

“Hm?” Akaashi tried to hide the hint of amusement in his tone as he continued typing on his laptop, but now with you permanently glued to his chest.

“I’m so tired...”

“Yeah?” he smiled, patting the back of your head when you rubbed your face against his jumper. It was so warm and smells like the sun and softener, you sunk deeper into the comforting presence of your lover as you sighed.

“I worked so hard today,” you whined, peeking up to watch his expression.

“Did you?” he chuckled. His fingers weaved into your hair and gently kneaded against your scalp, he bite his lips to stop the grin that was crawling on his face as he watched you quite literally melting into a puddle under his touch.

Cute.

You nodded before leaning your jaw on his collar, looking up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could manage. “Can I ask for a reward?”

He laughed and you felt your heart swelling at the way his eyes pursed into two thin lines. He took his glasses off and you looked right into his eyes to see your own reflection swimming amidst the sea of stars twinkling.

He’s so pretty.

You closed your eyes when you felt the soft contact on your forehead, the warmth of his lips lingering before he pulled back.

“Good job.”

this is so beautiful and i’m crying

「Light: Summer Storm Edition; 光：夏雨篇」

important: as we resume hq posts, please do not forget the feelings and activism that we have built up over the past weeks/months/decades. these fights are far from over. and as always, my inbox is open to you.

pairing: akaashi keiji x gn!reader.

summary: summer comes in full force, and akaashi needs his source of light.

warning: fluff.

word count: 510.

a/n: big thank you to @occasional-haikyuu for beta-ing + being a light through The Cerebral Mess ;-; this edition of light is a take on atmospherically “light” vs. “dense”, as well as the usual symbolic + optical “light”. not that it works in chinese though ;;;

It’s raining, and I miss you.

June.

Akaashi woke up not minutes ago. The room is barely lit in a dark, dusky glow, and through his bedroom windows, he vaguely registers the distant rumbles rolling in. Rain tumbles down, pelting at the glass panes before buffering into gentle waterfalls. Their thin trails soften the pale morning light for his drowsy mind, leaving the world outside behind.

Akaashi rolls to his side, looking out at the grey sky, hazy, and the thought breathes into him again.

It’s raining, and I miss you.

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this is too hot i-

Snare

Keiji Akaashi x Reader (Haikyuu!!)

WC: 3k

TW: Exhibitionism, Degradation, Teasing, Begging, Bratty Reader, Daddy Kink, Spitting, Spanking, Asphyxiation, Mirror Fucking, Jealousy

A/N: This is my (extremely late) secret santa gift for @deathcab4daddy. Forever sorry that it took me this long to finish, but I wanted to make sure it was perfect; hope you enjoy it love! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Irritation is not an emotion Keiji feels often. Trying as you are, he prides himself on keeping a level head and soft tone, only ever offering the truth with a smile. It’s only right, considering how much experience he’s had dealing with explosive personalities.

Tonight, he can feel himself slipping.

It’s not that you’re being explicitly difficult; hell, you’ve been nothing short of an angel all day. From the breakfast you served him in bed to the time you spent lounging and simply enjoying each other’s presences, it seemed like Kuroo’s Christmas party was bound to be the icing on the cake to a perfect day. And when he watched you glide out in a short, velvety dress—all long, lustrous legs and bare shoulders—Keiji was positive nothing could ruin his mood.

“Yeah, ‘Kaashi was so plastered he face-planted in front of his date,” Bokuto’s deep baritone rings out amongst the throngs of guests, “and to make it worse, he puked all over her dress!”

“Kōtarō, please,” you let out a giggle dipped in one too many glasses of champagne, manicured fingers grazing his larger friend’s bicep and lingering just a second too long for Keiji’s liking. He knows that his friend’s story is all in good fun, that your gesture is innocent, that the casual word, ‘please,’ is nothing compared to the strings of prayers and curses alike that he has you sobbing beneath the sheets most nights.

So he remains silent, hands stuffed in his pockets, glaring with furrowed brows and a permanent scowl. Is it just him or did Bokuto actually flex when you touched his arm? Every time his eyes glance towards yours, Keiji can’t help but grit his teeth harder. Perhaps he’s just overreacting, turning nothing into something for the sake of his frail ego.

Maybe he’s the one being difficult.

But the night continues this way for far too long—Bokuto landing joke after joke, you chuckling along, and Keiji downing glass after glass of champagne and still feeling painfully sober.

When a careless quip about his stamina, or lack thereof, is thrown out, Keiji decides he’s had enough. He offers his clueless best friend a polite excuse, threads his fingers around your dainty wrist, and tugs you into a far hall of the looming house. It doesn’t matter that his body sways with every step or that the words muttered beneath his breath are slurred; his only concern is pulling you away, reclaiming your precious attention, and losing his cool in the privacy of a shadowy corner where no one will take notice.

“What the fuck was that?” Despite being well-past inebriated and teetering on plastered, Keiji thinks he’s doing a stellar job at keeping his voice even and reserved. A quick glance at your raised brows tells him otherwise.

“I think I should be asking you that question,” you run your fingers down the miniskirt of your dress, smoothing out wrinkles that don’t exist. He’d think it’s a tell—a trick to steady wavering, guilty hands—but your stare doesn’t shift from his own. “You haven’t said a word all night.”

Firm as you’re trying to be, your voice is still twinged in confusion, the words tumbling from your lips a soft whine of annoyance. It’s nothing Keiji’s not used to, but tonight it seems the alcohol is speaking.

“And? You’re too busy drooling over ‘Kōtarō’ to care.” With that blunt retort, he feels a bit more himself. A version seething with envy, but still, himself.

The impact is swift, a worried bite at your lip flitting into a slow, knowing smile. Keiji can read you like a book, but what the hell is there to be smiling about when he’s deathly serious?

“Keiji,” your lithe fingers trail at his crisp collar, causing him to sink further against the wall, “are you jealous?”

“No.” Yes.

He can feel his head clouding over, the weight of all the downed champagne bubbling up with every stroke of your hands across his chest. The privacy of the empty hallway now seems uncomfortable, far more cramped than the bodies crowded into Kuroo’s large living room.

“You’ve been around me too long,” you giggle, teasing, “I see you pouting, babe.” It’s clear you’re trying to rectify the situation by poking fun, but Keiji doesn’t budge, doesn’t want to budge; not that easily, anyways.

His lack of compliance only makes you laugh harder, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him even as he tries to shake you off. “We were talking about you the entire time, drama queen.”

He catches himself before he can crack a smile; at this point, he’s in too deep to simply kiss and make up. Though if you continue to carelessly splay your body against his, that plan may quickly slip out of reach. Every brush of your breasts against his bicep or warm hands roaming his body reminds him why he typically stays sober at these functions. A tipsy girlfriend makes for a loss of inhibitions—and a complete lack of self-awareness.

“Do you even realize what you’re doing?”

“Huh?” He watches as your face contorts, confusion etched onto your soft features once again. It’s adorable, almost allows him to forget you’ve been trying his last nerve all night. Almost.

“You– ugh.” Instead of arguing, Keiji twists your bodies, caging you in against the wall. His hands roam your bare thighs, kneading and pressing at the supple skin and reveling in the heat that seems to pull his fingertips closer. His lips ghost over your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, never quite making contact even as you shift to allow him access.

A smile spreads across his face when he hears you mewl softly, fed up with his groping. “I can see you pouting, babe,” he speaks between grazes, licking the shell of your ear, “but you did this to yourself.”

“Keiji, we’re in public,” trembling hands push at his chest, a half-hearted attempt at maintaining respectability. Well, it’s too late for that.

“Yeah? What about when you were all over Bokuto?” He skims a finger across the hem of your dress—smooth red velvet sending shivers down his spine—before tugging it up. The article’s so skimpy, he doesn’t even have to, but the way your eyes widen is worth it. “What about when you were all over me, just a minute ago? Were you not in public then?”

“That- that was all innocent,” you whisper hurriedly, voice jittery as your brows furrow. He runs his finger across your panties, an action that makes you keen and him snicker. He doesn’t let up, simply because he can’t contain his excitement any longer; the lace is absolutely drenched.

“That’s why you’re fucking soaked right now, huh.” Keiji’s words are surprising, even to himself; though blunt, he’s not typically so vulgar. But they work wonders on the both of you.

He feels your lower half twitch towards him, hands reaching out to steady yourself against his shoulders. All the while, your eyes are lidded, glazed over in– lust? inebriation? Whatever the reason, it does it for him. He feels his dick harden beneath his slacks, strains it against your thigh so you can feel how painfully frustrated he is with you, for you. “Anything to say for yourself?”

At that, you seem to regain your bearings, hands settling more firmly on his shoulders. When you look him in the eyes, Keiji can practically see the jest—the disobedience—dancing across your irises. Your lips quirk into a devilish smirk and out tumbles the word he had been waiting on,

“Nope.”

And there’s the brat he knows, coming out to play your favorite game of cat and mouse. You want to make him work for it, desire nothing more than to be treated like the whore you are until you’re crying and begging for him. He knows the game well, of course.

But this time, he’s got something different in mind.

The sheer disappointment on your face when Keiji untangles himself from you is enough to make him cackle. As he turns away, he offers little explanation in the form of a shrug and a devious smile.

“Heard Kuroo’s making a speech,” he throws over his shoulder, “we should probably head back.” He doesn’t even have to check to know you’re pouting.

As the night continues, he knows he’s got you precisely where he wants you. An ‘accidental’ graze of his arm on yours makes you shiver, the hand glued to your lower back has you keening into him, every charged gaze into your eyes and sharp flash of pearly canines results in a lip bite and clenched thighs. But still, he makes no move towards you.

Because this time, the mouse is going to come to the cat—hand delivered with a shiny red bow to boot.

“All in all, I’m just glad I could have my closest friends around for the holidays,” Kuroo raises a glass to the small crowd, “Merry Christmas!”

Keiji raises his glass with the rest of them, the same one he’s been carrying around for the past hour; sobriety is necessary for what’s to come. When you raise yours, he shifts his fingers to massage slow circles into the back of your thigh.

A gasp, shattered glass, and dozens of eyes trained on you.

It wasn’t his intended reaction, but it works at riling you up nonetheless. Soon, you’re apologizing for your clumsiness, glare unwavering from Keiji’s own amused smile even as you whisk him away to the bathroom ‘to clean up’.

“Keiji,” you stress, arms crossed against your chest, while he’s kneeling beneath you rubbing at the tiny stain.

“Hm?” He doesn’t look up, doesn’t dare ruin the little trick he’s mastered: feigned indifference.

“Keijiii.” This time it’s a whine, high-pitched and drawn out in the hopes that it’ll sway him. When he finally glances up towards you, he can practically taste the desperation threaded through your face. Your hands grab at his jaw, ghosting a thumb across his cheekbone as you finally, finally break, “Need you.”

But it’s not enough for him.

“Is that any way to ask?” He snickers, you let out a huff of frustration, and the game goes on.

“We’re in a tiny bathroom at your friend’s Christmas party. I’m not gonna sit here and beg–”

He turns his head, making a move to leave, “Oh, the stain’s gone. We should probably head ba–”

“No, no– wait!” Your palms grab at his face again, frenzied and forlorn, slightly sticky and sickly sweet, reminiscent of the bubbly champagne still surging through your bodies. “Just fuck me already.” It’s spoken hardly above a whisper, laced with urgency.

“Vulgar, but not quite,” Keiji teases, but he finds his hands already on you, drifting over the smooth skin of your calves, your thighs, and toying at the soft, velvet hem of your dress once again.

“Please.” That earns you a few kisses to your inner thighs, to which your legs party readily. Needy slut. He can hardly wait himself, wants to pounce on you and be done, but the wait is worth it.

“Please what?” He speaks between nips and licks at your thighs, traveling closer and closer to heaven, but never touching you where you both need it most.

“Please daddy, fuck me.”

And finally, Keiji complies.

The bathroom is cramped, filled with heat and fervor and two bodies haphazardly grabbing and groping anywhere they can get their hands on. He lifts you onto the sink, lips clashing to yours passionately; your fingers weave through his hair, shooting sparks down his spine.

Every touch is a plea for more, an insatiable craving to meld your bodies into one. He fumbles with your dress’s zipper before deciding it’s a hopeless endeavor, choosing instead to tug the bodice down and hem up to expose you.

When he pulls his lips from yours, a string of saliva still connects you. He gives you a once over and– fuck. You—with your lidded eyes glazed over, lips puffy, breasts strained against his chest—are enough to drive Keiji mad.

In seconds, his fingers are at your cunt and his lips at your neck. He shifts your panties to the side and slides two digits into you easily, reveling in the heat that envelops him.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp sharply, a pretty little noise that he wants, needs, to hear again and again. With each thrust, it’s as though your cunt molds to his fingers, pulls him in and aches for more. His thumb at your clit makes you twitch and bite at his shoulder, and all the while, Keiji grinds his throbbing cock against your leg.

But it’s not about him, not yet. Right now, he wants nothing more than to see you fall apart, to cling to him and chant his name like a prayer—trembling and begging for more.

His free hand flits to your jaw, pressing your mouth open. And like the good little whore he knows you are, your tongue rolls right out. Keiji’s enraptured by the spit that hits it, offers you a rough grunt of ‘hold it,’ while he continues to pump and curl his fingers into you.

You’re nearing the edge; he can feel it in the way you clutch at his shirt, in your furrowed brows and quivering thighs. It only makes him move faster, resolute in making you see stars.

“Cum for me.” It’s a demand more than a request—one that he knows you’ll fulfill with devotion.

And you do. One press against that spot Keiji knows good and well, and your body stills, muscles straining and a choked mewl leaving you with a shudder. He works you through it, biting at your neck and soothing over the pain with his tongue.

“Turn over.” You may be worn out, body still quivering against his, but Keiji’s not quite done with you yet.

He unzips his pants in a flash, pulls his cock out in half that time. Rubbing against your slit, his entire body shudders with need. “So messy,” he can’t help but groan, hands secured to your waist. It only makes you hump back against him, wiggling any way you can to get him inside of you.

Back and forth, he runs his member across your slick, spreading it all over him—though he doubts he’ll need the extra lubrication. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Please Keiji,” a stinging slap to your ass, “Please daddy, I need you. Need you so fucking bad.” Your hands are flush against the counter, gripping the sides with enough force to turn your knuckles white. Keiji thinks he likes you best like this, wanton and breathless, splayed out for him like a common whore where anyone could see you. It suits you, he thinks.

He sinks into you hard and fast, basking in the warmth of your cunt— the way it pulsates and stretches around him. No matter how hard you try to keep quiet, your moans quickly escalate from soft, whiny whimpers to full-blown mewls. Keiji quickly reaches to shove a finger into your mouth, then two, pressing down hard on your tongue until you gag and sputter around them.

“That’s it, baby,” his free hand tangles through your locks, yanking so that your face meets the mirror. “Take a look at yourself.”

“Mmph.” Whatever you’re trying to get out is hazy, turned into mindless babble as you pant and squirm beneath him. Even as you try to keep your eyes trained on your reflection, every thrust makes your eyes roll back, a movement that prompts Keiji to tug harder on your hair.

“I said,” another harsh snap of his hips against your ass, “look.” Despite his attempt to gag you, a delirious, high-pitched moan is ripped from your throat. He removes his fingers from your mouth, only to smear spit-soaked fingers across your plump lips. Sloppy, just how he likes you.

Keiji begins to lose himself in you; it doesn’t matter that your voices are escalating, that your hands hit the wall with a resounding thunk every time he pounds into you, or that the two of you have been gone for far too long to blame on a stain. His only concern is the fluttering of your soft cunt around him and your inevitable releases.

“M’close,” you murmur, eyes screwed shut. He keeps his pace, fast and hard, and nuzzles his face into your neck, enveloping himself in the smell of warm vanilla, champagne, and sweat—a combination good enough to fucking eat. One of his hands moves to wrap around your throat, the other to rub circles on your bud.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “such a perfect whore for me.”

Your entire body tightens, muscles tensing as you murmur strings of gibberish. Keiji doesn’t let up, doesn’t dare stop moving his fingers, even as you buck and shake. With the way your cunt sucks him in, the warmth and pleasure of each hump into you, he finds himself close behind you—stilling all at once to paint your insides white.

And then you’re both left panting, unmoving from your spots on the counter, all tangled limbs and sweat-soaked skin. He takes a moment to regain his composure, whispering soft praise into your ears as you both come down from your highs.

When he’s finally settled, he slips out of you, grabbing toilet paper to wipe you both off while you fix your dress.

“That was–” You sigh contently, voice hoarse, and turn to look at him, still wearing that fucked out glow that makes his heart soar.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think anyone noticed?”

A knock at the door.

“Uhm, hello?” Kuroo stutters. Bokuto’s deafening laughter can be heard from behind him. “Yeah, uh, the party ended twenty minutes ago.”

Keiji smiles.

“They noticed.”

Hi! I was wondering if I could request akaashi, iwa, and/or atsumu kissing their best friend, please and thank you💕 I really liked the oikawa, kuroo and bokuto one!

— synopsis:  haikyuu boys x y/n; kissing their best-friend 

— characters included: akaashi, iwaizumi, & atsumu 

— genre: soft boi hours! fluff! lil angst! 

— author’s note: while the previous one was based off the tiktok, this one will be just general made-up plots to keep things different! (hope that’s okay!) 

akaashi

when you found out akaashi liked someone, you experienced your first heartbreak. 

you knew falling in love with your best-friend was all on you, but you couldn’t help but just hope that maybe one day he would return your feelings. 

but yet here you were, hopes and heart shattered. 

you almost wanted to breakdown the moment he told you, but you held it out as much as possible, your tears falling only once you were away from him. 

“y/n, I wanna tell you something...” he started slowly as he held the volleyball in his hand tightly. 

chuckling softly, you removed his hands from the ball, taking it from him, “you’re going to bust this if you hold it any tighter.” 

blinking, he stared at his empty hands before laughing lightly. taking a deep breath, he turned to look at you, a soft smile on his face. 

“I like someone.” 

this time it was you whose grip tightened on the volleyball. 

unsure if you heard him right, you stammered, “y-you what?” 

scratching the back of his head, he repeated shyly, “I said I like someone.”

“oh.” you responded, voice lower than a whisper. 

you quickly realized just how dejected you sounded, and if anything, that was the exact opposite of how you should’ve sounded. 

throwing on a bright smile on your face, you giggled, “ooh keiji has a crush~” you teased lightly. 

flushing, he laughed, “yea, I guess you could call it that.” 

“who is it?” you asked almost immediately, the curiosity getting the better of you. 

at that, akaashi stiffened. chuckling nervously, he averted his gaze, “um, it’s someone you know.” 

since that day, akaashi had never told you who his special someone was. you didn’t know why he was hiding it from you, after all it was better to peel the bandaid off completely rather than bit by bit like he was doing to you these last few weeks. 

it started with him telling you how amazing she was. how she was the funniest person he knew, how strong-minded she was and how beautiful she always was to him. 

then it went on to how she made him feel. how she always made his day, how he felt butterflies whenever she would touch him and how he just wants to hold her hand in his. 

and just like that, week by week, akaashi would talk about nothing but her. 

to make things worse, it appeared that most of the volleyball team knew. every day at volleyball practice you would hear their teasing remarks, bokuto’s being the loudest. and in response, his cheeks would flush in embarrassment, the sight making you only hurt more. 

should you quit? you wondered to yourself. it was hard enough on you to hear akaashi telling you his feelings, but it was a whole other thing having several people support him, reminding you every single second of every day that your best friend had fallen for someone else. 

you really loved being fukurodani’s volleyball manager. after all, it was one of the biggest excuses for you to spend more time with akaashi. but even aside from that, you made a lot of great friendships and memories with the team. 

but you really didn’t know if you could go like this anymore. 

sighing, you pulled your bag closer to you as you walked home with akaashi. 

“what are you thinking about?” 

shaking your head, you mumbled, “nothing important really.”

brows furrowing together, he asked, “mm you sure? you looked super serious for a second.” 

“dunno, just thinking about quitting being manager.” you muttered, before realizing what you had just confessed. shit. you didn't know how you were going to get out of this one. 

stopping in his tracks, akaashi’s eyes widened in surprise, “w-wait, you’re thinking of doing what?” 

muttering a soft damn it under your breath, you quickly threw on a nonchalant facade. giving him a shrug, you said casually, “it’s not that big of a deal keiji, there’s still the others.” 

turning back around, you started to walk again while akaashi stood there, fumbling for words. catching back up to you, he pressed, “but why? I thought you loved being manager?” 

biting the inside of your cheek, you knew he was right but you had to come up with some excuse, something to throw him off at least for now, “I just, school’s getting pretty busy—” 

“is that really it?” he interrupted, his voice slightly turning accusatory. 

your eyes narrowed at him, “what does that mean?” 

out of the both of you, akaashi was always the calm one. but today it was almost like you were seeing another version of him. where his eyes shook slightly, filled with an emotion that you couldn’t identify, his hands bundled into tight fists at his sides. 

“i just—” akaashi started, struggling to find the right words to say, “i feel like you’re not telling me something y/n. you’ve been off the last couple of weeks and I don’t know why—” 

you let out a bitter chuckle. 

“you’re kidding right?” 

if your reaction wasn’t enough to shut akaashi up, the words that followed definitely was. he watched as you shut your eyes tightly, your grip on your bag tightening, voice trembling, “I just, I can't do this anymore keiji.” 

akaashi’s eyes softened; moving closer towards you, he started to reach for your hand when you flinched away, the motion causing akaashi to blink in surprise. 

“d-don’t.” you whispered, blinking back the tears. “you won’t understand keiji. you won’t get what I feel and there’s no point in me telling you so please, just don’t ask me why.” 

“y/n, you can’t shut me out without even giving me a chance.” he reasoned softly to which you shook your head. 

“no, you don’t get it. e-everything will change and I just, I can’t handle that—” 

“I promise, nothing will change.” akaashi started, “you’ll always be my best friend—” 

“I don’t want to be your best friend anymore!” you finally exploded, the word starting to make you feel sick. your voice echoed through the empty street, each word coming back to haunt you when you realized what you had finally done. 

but there was no going back. 

“I want to be more than that...” you trailed off in a weak whisper. sniffling, you realized you had been crying without even knowing. brushing your cheek with the sleeve of your sweater, you added, “b-but you like someone else and that’s not your fault, it’s all mine. so just, give me some time keiji. i-i’m sorry.” you finally choked out before turning around on your heel and walking away quickly, the tears only falling faster at this point. 

shit shit shit shit

just then you felt something tug at your wrist, spinning you around as a slight yelp escaped your mouth. finding yourself being pulled towards Akaashi your faces just millimeters apart, you gasped, “keiji—!?” 

without uttering another word, akaashi closed the distance between the two of you as he grabbed your waist, pulling your frame flush against him as his lips enveloped yours in a soft kiss. his other hand cupped the back of your neck, his long fingers threading themselves into your hair as he pressed his lips tightly against yours. 

you felt like you were dreaming. 

before you could comprehend what was happening, akaashi had pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours as you watched his chest raise up and down with every breath. 

“keiji...” you whispered softly. 

“it was you.” he confessed quietly, “it was you, this whole time.” 

blinking furiously, you stared at your best friend as you slowly registered his words, “w-what, what do you mean?” 

lips quirking up into an embarrassed smile, he grinned, “the girl i said i liked? it was you y/n...that’s why i didn’t tell you who it was.” 

"oh.” you said as your cheeks flamed up in embarrassment, a shy smile appearing on your face, “it was me?” 

cupping your face in both his hands, he pressed another kiss to your lips before saying, “yes, it was you. it always has been.” 

as he gazed at you in complete adoration, you laughed softly to yourself, shaking your head in wonder. you were so preoccupied with the idea that the person akaashi liked wasn’t you, you didn’t even pay attention to all the signs and signals he had been giving trying to tell you that it was you. 

oh, how the world worked. 

iwaizumi

“iwaaaaa.”

“no.”

“hajiiiii.”

“no.”

“hajime! come on!” 

turning around to look at you, he rolled his eyes at you before saying the same word he had been for the last several minutes, “no.” 

crossing your arms across your chest with a slight huff, you retorted, “but why not?! it’s really that not that big of a deal, you’re just my best friend.” 

snorting, he turned his attention back to his laptop, “what kind of best-friends do you see kissing each other y/n?” 

“you make it sound crude, it’s not like I’m asking you to be my fuck buddy.” you grumbled, “I just said to teach me how to kiss, just once. It’s literally driving me crazy that I haven’t kissed anyone yet and then there’s the absolute fear of kissing someone and then realizing I suck and being utterly embarrassed for the rest of my life.” 

“then just find someone who hasn’t had their first kiss either. bam, both of you suck.” 

your narrowed your eyes at him, “do you have a list of men who haven’t had their first kiss? I can barely find one at this stupid university who has yet to sleep with someone, find someone who hasn’t kissed yet?! impossible.” 

iwaizumi chuckled softly under his breath as he heard you continue to grumble about how you were going to die alone since you would be too afraid to get intimate with anyone since you “sucked” at it. 

did he want to kiss you? always. 

but did he expect this to be the way? definitely not. 

he knew exactly how this would go, there was no way of it happening any other way. iwaizumi was always better at showing how he felt through actions than words, and after being best friends with you for so long, he knew you’d be able to tell the instant his lips met yours, just how fucking in love he was with you. 

“hajimeeeee.” you started to whine again, interrupting his thoughts. 

sighing, he turned around on his chair so that he was completely facing you. 

his first mistake. 

there you sat cross legged, plush lips pulled together in a small pout as you  stared at him with your soft wide eyes. 

“please haji...” you urge softer this time, a hint of desperation laced within your voice.

iwaizumi’s grip on his jeans tightened. the way you were looking at him was enough to set him off as his heart fluttered at the sound of his name from your lips. 

“you do realize you’re still going to be kissing me right?” he pointed out, “you're okay with that? ” 

nodding quickly, a smile quickly appeared onto your face. was he being convinced? you waved your hand about nonchalantly, “totally okay, you’re my best-friend, I trust you.” 

best friend, iwaizumi winced. the word stung a little more than usual today. 

after a while, iwaizumi finally said with a sigh, “look y/n, I don’t know...” 

your smile quickly dropped. 

“alright, it’s fine.” you said casually, although Iwaizumi could clearly hear the disappointment in your voice. getting up from his bed, you grabbed your bag from beside you and slung it over your shoulder. 

“hey, do you where tooru is?” you asked as you made your way towards his door. 

at the sound of his best friend’s name, iwaizumi’s ears perked up. brows furrowed together, he looked at you in slight curiosity as a bad feeling erupted in his stomach, “practice, why?” 

shrugging, you said, “i'll just go ask him instead, i’m sure he’ll do it.” 

oh, hell no.

before he could even think through his actions, iwaizumi pushed himself off of his chair and found himself reaching past you and closing the door with a thud! his arms caged you as you turned around and stared at him in complete shock, eyes wide and lips parted. 

chest rising up and down, he stared down at you, eyes swimming with an emotion you had never seen before. your own heart started hammering in your chest at the sudden change in proximity as you could feel iwaizumi’s breath fan your flushed cheeks. 

“h-hajime?” you stuttered out, blinking furiously as the boy simply stared at you. iwaizumi felt his brain completely short-circuit. this wasn’t like him at all. he was always the cool-headed one, whether it was keeping oikawa in check or being the supportive one for his friends. but with you, you had always managed to bring out parts of him he never knew existed. 

standing there, his gaze dropped down to your lips; it was as if being this close to you activated a magnetic field that he was unable to escape. leaning in towards you, his forehead rested against yours before he mumbled lowly, “a kiss is what you wanted right? then here.” 

slipping a hand beneath your jaw, his fingers tilted your face upward before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours. 

what started as a butterfly touch, slightly nervous and afraid, quickly changed as iwaizumi pressed closer, deepening the kiss. feeling your back hit the door, your eyes fluttered to a close as you found yourself melting into his embrace, sighing against his lips as you kissed him back. 

iwaizumi’s grip on you tightened. he knew he should stop now before things got out of hand. before you caught on. before you realized how much this kiss meant to him. 

teeth tugging at your bottom lip, iwaizumi pulled away reluctantly, resting his forehead against yours. eyes fluttering open, he waited for your eyes to open and when they did, he felt his entire world stop. 

upon meeting his gaze, your eyes softened. you didn’t know what you expected when you asked iwaizumi to kiss you. while you were serious about wanting to experience kissing, you couldn’t help but admit that you always wanted your first to be iwaizumi. 

“w-was i okay?” you murmured softly. 

nodding, he chuckled softly, “yea, you were perfect.” 

at his words, your grip on his shirt tightened. a sudden surge of courage coursed through your body when you leaned closer towards him and added, “i think i need more practice.” before crashing your lips onto his. 

atsumu

“wow, they should make a rule to not let short people work at libraries. you’d need a stool everywhere you went.” atsumu snorted as he watched you try putting a book away on the highest shelf.

it was a friday afternoon and you and atsumu were both at your local library, volunteering after school.

granted you have to drag him there every week but hey, community service was important to you. 

turning around to shoot him a glare, you retorted, crossing your arms, “for your information, I am perfectly capable of doing this.

chuckling softly, atsumu raised a brow, lips twitching, “Oh? Really now??

letting out a huff, you turned back around, standing on your toes as you tried to reach the top, even holding on to the shelf as you balanced yourself. watching you from behind, atsumu simply shook his head and chuckled, finding your stubbornness absolutely freaking adorable. (even though he'd never tell you that)

moving behind you, his hand shot up past yours as he whispered, “just let me do it.” his breath fanning the back of your neck. as he took the book from your hand, his fingers grazed yours ever-so-slightly, enough to send your heart into a frenzy.

get it together y/n! you told yourself.

somewhere along the line, the boundary of friendship between you and atsumu started to blur. nearly everyone around you could see the way both of you slowly fell for each other.

but of course neither of you could, choosing to remain silent in fear of ruining your childhood friendship.

however you weren’t about to simply give up as you turned around to retort back, but instead, it was a decision you were quick to regret. your heart suddenly skipped a beat when it noticed the distance between the two of you was almost nonexistent. and if that wasn’t enough, the way atsumu was smirking at from above as you were completely backed up against the bookshelf, had you holding your breath.

waving the book in the air, a good couple feet above you, atsumu teased, “here, all you have to do is reach for it y/n”

for a split second, you forgot the position in which you were in, a sudden drive of competitiveness within you focusing on only getting the book atsumu dangled above you. 

pouting, you complained, “atsumu—! just give it to me!” as atsumu laughed at the concentrated look on your face as you endlessly tried grabbing at the air above you.

reaching upwards one last  time, pushing yourself up onto the very tip of your toes, you quickly realized you made a mistake when a mini yelp escaped your lips, your hands clutching the thing nearest to you.

which ended up being?

you guessed it.

atsumu. 

wide-eyed, your hands tightened around atsumu’s shirt as you quickly regained your balance. looking up nervously, you saw atsumu’s smirk slowly disappear as it turned into a nervous smile, his eyes gazing down at you with a look that was indescribable. blinking, you found yourself staring at atsumu’s lips, his soft red lips that just seemed oh-so-inviting, yet the thought of them on you had you flushing scarlet red.

“y/n?” atsumu’s voice rasped softly through the thick air, your grip on him tightening as the way his name rolled of his lips had your knees going weak.

but before you could respond, all you could feel was the softness of his nose brushing against yours, his hands that slowly cradled your waist as he pulled you closer into his grasp, and finally his lips following right after. his lips soft as clouds enveloped yours gently, nervously, tenderly, as his mouth caressed yours while you stood there stunned, unable to move as much as an inch.

sensing the hesitation in you, atsumu quickly pulled away, a look of panic flashing across his face. his cheeks went flush under the dim library light, as he looked at you, completely flustered, “fuck—I'm sorry, I don’t know what came over me—”

“I didn’t mind.” you suddenly squeaked, your eyes widening as the words slipped past your lips, making you look away in embarrassment, internally cringing.

you did not just say that y/n!!!

atsumu’s face mirrored yours, a look of surprise on them before the corners of his lips quirked up into a smile, the very smile he would always give only you, the very smile that would always have your heart skipping a beat just at the sight of it.

tilting his head to the side, he raised his brow as he teased, “hmm, you didn’t mind?”

this time, it was your turn to be flustered as you hit his chest lightly, avoiding his teasing eyes as he beamed down at you. chuckling, his forehead fell upon yours, his lips yet again just centimeters away.

“then you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?” he whispered lowly, his eyes falling back down to your lips.

“i wouldn’t,” you said softly, finding yourself inching closer to him, slowly closing the gap. 

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THE CUTEST SHIT I SWEAR

TsumTsum is a cutie and i’ve been thinking about him a lot today :)

it’s a sunny Saturday when you go to get your hair done. you walk in, actually loving the smell of the place, the scent of shampoo and chemicals mixed together with the trendy essential oils diffuser in the corner of the white walled building.

you’re seated next to a big window, the window is so huge in fact, it’s basically a wall. you can see the hustle and bustle of the shopping center that the salon is nestled in, the people passing by and cars slowly making their way around.

your stylist is happily chatting away as she add the foils to your hair, giggling as you both catch-up from your last visit to see her. you’re looking in the mirror as her eyes dart up to the outside window, a sly smile on her face and a raise of an eyebrow.

“what?” you ask.

she huffs a laugh from her nose, “there’s a really cute guy out there, and he was looking at you as he walked by the window.”

your gaze goes to the window, and she’s right. there’s a guy walking past the window (for a second time now she giggles as she folds another foil) he’s tall and broad, blonde hair in an undercut. his honey brown eyes and lazy smile are enough to make you weak in the knees. he keeps the silly grin on his face, and eyes on you, as he slowly strides his way out of view.

and the third time he walks by, you and your stylist both are laughing as the blonde pauses in front of you from outside, sending you a flirty wave. your eyes dart to your reflection in the mirror, head full of foils and a black cape over your front. surely you’re not that attractive? but you wave back anyway with a grin. now the other salon patrons and employees are watching and laughing at the mans actions for your attention.

finally, the fourth time he walks by, he winks and pulls his phone out, pointing to it enthusiastically and mouthing “hey cutie” and “let me get your number” which makes you blush and put your face in your hands as your stylist and others are looking to you, waiting for your reply.

“give him your number!” your stylist urges, poking your shoulder.

you wave a hand and shake your head, “i don’t need to do that-“ you reply. she looks at you and then you look to Atsumu Miya.

“because he’s my husband.” you laugh.

fingerless gloves.

with miya atsumu.

in 0.3k words.

tags angst, it’s sad, i’m really proud of this one too, gn!reader

You told him your favorite season was winter.

The fact stuck to his memory like a sticky note posted on the wall adjacent to his desk. The first time you told him this was on a cold winter night before he dropped you off at the doorstep of your home. He asked you why. You rubbed your hands together, blowing your warm breath onto them, and he placed his calloused hands on top of yours. You told him that it was because your hands always got cold, and it was the perfect time to hold hands in hopes of getting warm.

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omg 🥺 this broke my heart

square ; akaashi keiji

warnings implied cheating

genre angst, fwbs

word count 0.6k

inspiration square, mitski + wonder what she thinks of me, chole x halle

synopsis you never were going to be able to fit in the structure of akaashi’s life, no matter how much he wanted you to

author’s note this certainly hurt 😁 but this is an old draft ‘cause i’m still in a slump :/

You heaved out a sigh as Akaashi rolled off of you. Immediately he covered you up with newly pressed sheets. Your head lying on his matching pillowcase. Together, you stared at his plain ceiling, like always. There was no creases, no dents, no marks.

Nothing.

Akaashi was the first to shift around, opting to having his back face you as he checked his phone. Like always. You spared him a quick glance before following suit. Nearly wincing when you were met with a nicely framed picture of him and her.

The one this side of the bed rightfully belonged to.

Swallowing your guilt, you let your eyes drift. Akaashi’s room was clean, like always. His wall art were even, his desk area was neat, his closer was even neater. Everything was orderly. Everything had a place. Then there was you,

It wasn’t like it was your first time picking up on this. You made note of this the first time you stumbled into Akaashi’s room. Messily making out with him amongst his spotless room. Even with your head in the clouds you knew then that you didn’t fit.

How could you when the spot you wanted was already taken? There’s never really any room for someone who’s usually just a late night call. No room for someone who’s just supposed to fill a space temporarily.

But for some reason Akaashi kept you around. Maybe it was because you both were— and still are good friends. He tried to make space for you. Yet, in the end you knew it would never work.

“Hey,” almost on cue, Akaashi called out for you. You didn’t look at him, bringing your attention back to the nightstand that belonged to her.

“Are you alright?” The bed shook slightly when Akaashi turned on his other side. You nodded. She was so pretty, and so sweet. So talented, so smart, so… perfect. Why would Akaashi want to sacrifice this perfect fit in his life to have something with you?

He sighed, the air meeting your back. Following was the pressing of his chest as he reached over you to lay down the frame. You frowned.

“Don’t worry ‘bout her, ‘kay?” Akaashi draped his arm over you, his lips meeting your neck.

You gulped. You couldn’t take this anymore, you couldn’t take being a burden. The words hurt you more to say than Akaashi to hear, “We can’t do this anymore. I, can’t do this anymore…”

You could feel air get caught in Akaashi’s throat. “What do you mean?” He knew what you meant, obviously.

His arm fell from your body as you sat up. “I don’t fit here, Akaashi. I should just go.” Your eyes started searching for you clothes that were thrown and scattered across his flawless carpet. No spots, no trash, nothing.

Akaashi sat up with you, a look of confusion twisted on his face. “What does that even mean, ___?”

You bit your tongue and proceeded to climb out of his bed. Taking your clothes into your hands and shuffling them on.

“___, I want you to stay.” Painfully, those words made your heart skip a beat. Of course, you had to fall for Akaashi and his routine. Even if it didn’t make anything special of you.

You inhaled deeply, slipping into your shoes. “Just— keep things strong with her, okay? You guys are meant to be. You’re a really good guy, sorry for causing so much trouble.” The last sentence was muttered while you made your way to Akaashi’s bedroom door.

You heard him shuffle on his own clothes, exclaiming a wait at you. But you were already out the door.

Silently, you said goodbye to Akaashi and his perfectly square room. Where there was no longer any confusion, any intrusion, and no you.

ugh I am a SIMP and this fic is beautiful

more than a haircut

from prompt: “you’re cutting my hair and I’m trying not to focus on your hands in my hair and your breath on my neck”

I WAS GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING SPICY AND I CHICKENED OUT I AM BIG CHICKEN. i reasoned that akaashi wouldn’t fuck someone he just met, but it was me being a cOwArD. once i decide to not be a lil bitch im gonna try and write a pt2 maybe, bc there is ✨ nothing ✨ better than fingers in your hair, i dont make the rules. 

timeskip!akaashi x g/n!reader

fluff

alcohol consumption

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Consent and Intimacy

request: “Can you write a drabble with Akaashi Keiji + Insatiable + Basorexia + Attachment? TY! -anon

pairing: akaashi x gn!reader

Insatiable (adj.) - (of an appetite or desire) impossible to satisfy

Basorexia (n.) - the overwhelming desire to kiss

Attachment (n.) - affection, fondness, or sympathy for someone or something

He clasps the side of your face with his palms, gently placing his forehead against yours, “my love?”

You nudge your nose in response, tightening your grip on his torso as a way of saying yes, I’m listening.

In a quiet whisper he asks, “can I kiss you?”

It’s extraordinary just how much your lover can restrain his basorexia, his overwhelming desire to kiss you— all for the sake of consent.

No matter how many times you’ve kissed, he always asks.

“Of course,” you mumble, letting your lips brush against each other.

The corners of his lips quip into a soft smile, before moving his thumb between your lips to create a small opening. He leans in slowly, he always does, as his way to savour the moment.

You can feel the gentle breeze of air exhaling through his nose, the breath he’s held for quite long finally being released. It’s the simple act of intimacy that deepens the setters attachment for you.

Though perhaps your kisses were insatiable, because he could never get enough of it.

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ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ

pairing: akaashi x reader

wc: 1.2k

synopsis: “you woke me up at 3 in the morning for this?”

a/n: big thank u to my lovely beta, @deathcab4daddy! u took my incoherent screaming and turned it into a fluffy masterpiece 😌💖 

this is a part of the Haikyuu Headquarters SFW Server Collab! Please check out the masterlist for more incredible works! 

cw: none this time, binches! just a bunch of fluff and gratuitous descriptions of the stars

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Dance with me? -Akaashi Keiji

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Sleepy dancing with Akaashi, based off of many conversations I've had with @/kageyuji, it's also meant to be a Christmas present for them

Word Count: 796

Playlist: Real Love Baby; Father John Misty, Here Comes The Sun; The Beatles, I Couldn't Be More In Love; The 1975, You're Always On My Mind; Sam Cooke, Can't Help Falling In Love; Elvis Presley, Dream a Dream of Me; Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong, Unchained Melody; The Righteous Brothers

The movie lulls you in and out of sleep, the cheesy storyline playing out on the television, lights dimmed and head resting on Akaashi’s shoulder as he sporadically places kisses onto the top of your head, smiling down at you with love, even if you didn’t always catch it.

“Comfy?” His voice is deep and raspy from not using it, while he takes your hand in his, playing with it, massaging it, and finally bringing it to his lips to kiss the palm of it.

You hum in agreement, eyes heavy as you watch the couple on the television gather by the christmas tree, finally confessing their feelings, the busy business woman who had a heart of ice finally falling for the lovable cowboy… or at least that's what you thought was happening.

It’s the third movie you’ve watched, Akaashi rented almost every single one he could find after hearing you offhandedly mention you wanted to watch them on christmas, and as entertaining as it was to watch the same troupe over and over with the occasional discrepancies, Akaashi’s arms are warm, and his heartbeat lulls you to a calm tired headspace.

And suddenly Akaashi’s getting up, pulling a whine from your lips as he gently moves you, getting up from his spot on the sofa, pausing the movie and playing something on his phone.

“Dance with me?” He’s imitating the man on the television, the couple frozen in time right before they begin to dance.

Akaashi’s eyes are shy, and he’s about to pull his hand back and make a joke about how he just wanted to try it if you hadn't taken his hand.

It’s a romantic picture, Akaashi in a pair of sweats and a hoodie, hair wild from you running your hands through it as you cuddled on the couch, and face, flushed across his cheekbones to his ears, lit up by the soft glow of the television as he stares down with the utmost love in his eyes, down at you, bundled in a blanket and his hoodie, a dark blue one that smelled like Akaashi Keiji.

His blue eyes seem to dance when you take his hand, and he spins you once to the soft rock playing on his phone before he pulls you into his chest, looking down at your face as he swayed with you, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your face carefully.

“Hey.” He’s whispering, maybe not to disturb the moment, face close enough for you to see the flecks of green in his eyes, every small imperfection that made up the perfect Akaashi in front of you.

“Hey.” You whisper back, and Akaashi lets out a breathy laugh as you turn to kiss his palm before leaning onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you sway, occasionally one of the hands Akaashi has on your waist coming up to twirl you, soft smile growing slightly everytime you dissolve into laughter.

He sings along to the music, mostly soft humming, but occasionally singing slightly dramatically while making sheepish eye contact, just for you, just to see your smile.

You sway together for a while, basking in his grasp and listening to the music along with his heartbeat until your eyelids grow heavy, no longer meeting his blue eyes, breathing growing relaxed and movements heavy.

“Sleepy? Darling as much as I’d love for you to sleep in my arms, let’s get you laying down ok?”

Akaashi’s heart clenches as you softly open your eyes to meet his, beautiful eyes glazed over with fatigue and love for him.

Quickly turning off the television and collecting his phone, he returns to your embrace, signing deeply and pressing a firm kiss in between your eyebrows, pressing his forehead to yours, just admiring.

And maybe it’s the dim lights, his warm embrace, or the music paired with Akaashi’s heartbeat lulling you to sleep, but either way, he’s takes your hands, leading you to bed, planting kisses on your knuckles as he walks backwards, both hands in yours, not wanting to take his eyes off of you for one second.

Your shared room is illuminated by the moon as he guides you to bed, laying down first and pulling you toward him, resting your head on his chest, the room quiet besides the faint noises from outside and his heartbeat.

It’s when you’re finally drifting off to sleep, safe in his embrace that Akaashi speaks again, gently whispering to the moon about how much he loved you, and how lucky he was to have gotten somebody as beautiful as you. Once his eyes start to feel heavy, he’ll close his eyes, pressing a lazy kiss to your head as his breathing grows slower before finally slipping into unconsciousness.

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Tequila Sunrise, While the Sun Risin’

a/n: this is my confession letter to the one and only mister miya atsumu, i love you. okay but in all honesty, i’m like… super proud about how this came out and i really hope you all enjoy reading this as much i enjoyed writing it. uwu

summary: Where Atsumu and you made it a tradition to wake up early on Saturday mornings to catch the sunrise, while drinking a tequila sunrise.

M. Atsumu x Gender Neutral! Reader | Warning/tags: early morning drinking, implied post-timeskip, fluff

WC–– 1.2k

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[5:22 am]

was the time on the bedside clock when atsumu awoke in the dim bedroom that you and him shared, along with the dim world outside. releasing a loud and long yawn, he shifted over to the edge of the bed, the grey duvet and sheet pooling at his sharp hips.

atsumu rolled his brawny shoulders back, groaning at the satisfying pops his joints made as he stretched. opening the blinds, the sky was no longer pitch black but now a stark midnight blue with splotches of burnt-out stars, indicating the world was beginning to wake up.

and now he had to wake you up.

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FISJFJWKSQ I LOVE THIS

“red or blue?” kuroo holds out two ties in front of you, his dress shirt sleeves rolled out to his elbows and you avert your gaze to ignore the lazy smile he has on.

“blue dulls out your eyes,” you say, voice flat as you turn your back away from him.

you grin, “if you wear the red you might seduce Hinata enough to recruit him.”

“oya,” he hums, taking a step closer towards you, ignoring the fact that you’re still trying to shuffle away. “you’re not mad at me anymore?”

you roll your eyes. it’s been a few weeks since he left your anniversary dinner early to pick bokuto up from the airport, and honestly, your anger’s flamed out a bit dull now, but of course, that doesn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy him striving for your affection for just a little bit more.

you turn to face him, ignoring how his grin widens and you push his hand away.

you take the red tie in your hands, glaring as you stare at his face and he relaxes in your touch as you bring the fabric around his neck.

you’ve never seen him actually fix his tie perfectly before— no, it’s always been you behind the beauty of those knots, and by the way you see partial relief in his eyes, you know he knows this too.

“i’m mad at my husband,” you tell him, focusing more on looping the red fabric in your hands than the way he's trudging to bring his face closer to yours.

you sigh, “but if the head of JVA asks me which tie makes his eyes pop then i’m obviously going to help him in that.”

“the head of JVA is lame,” kuroo pouts, his hand pushing yours away for a second and brings your face to look up to his.

he tells you, softness in his voice, “your husband misses you.”

you push him off, “whatever.”

ignoring his groans, you leave the room. the soft placing of your steps indulging in the annoyed muttering of your name.

you call out with a concealed grin, “i’m going to shower.”

it doesn’t take long for kuroo to come to where you stood, his grin lazy and inviting — like the ones he’d give you every time he insisted on paying for dinner.

there’s a towel thrown over his shoulder. disregarding the fact that he’s already dressed and ready for work, he stands over you.

his eyes sly as he says, “what a coincidence, i’m going to shower too.”

“nope.” you snort, pushing past him. “nice try though.”

he groans, throwing his head back and he looks to you, pleading, “it’s been three weeks.”

you smile. the first one all day. “too bad, but i am still mad at my husband.”

“screw him,” kuroo’s quick with his words, his words entangled with a string of laughter, and he inches closer to you, “sleep with the head of JVA instead, he’s wearing a stunning red tie— i heard it makes his eyes pop.”

you laugh. the one that you only had reserved for his annoying jokes, and you don’t notice it but there’s only fondness in his eyes as he stares at you.

he missed you so much.