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Holy fuck this is so pretty 🥺
awkward - a. keiji
(a/n): small self indulgent drabble, lowkey wish my first kiss was like this instead wtf i got
warnings: none
loosely based on awkward by tyler the creator
during your afternoon class when the sunlight would drift through the windows onto akaashi’s face, you couldn’t help but be enamored by his beauty.
his long lashes, slightly messy hair, and soft lips would be something you looked forward to during your morning class. and when the afternoon would finally come, you would be enamored all over again. and sometimes he would spare you a glance while you quickly looked away.
so when he finally asked you out, of course you obliged.
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━ peaches & cream
synopsis : it’s keiji’s birthday and everything needs to be perfect, but the more you try the more things mess up.
genre : so much fluff.
author’s note : my first lil drabble had to be about the birthday boy of course !
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Hi! Can I request an one shot or head cannon with Akaashi and Iwaizumi where you’re manager at training camp and everyone decided it would be fun to go hiking nearby but you suddenly get lost and twist your ankle or something and when you run into them, you start to tear up from relief as they comfort you and piggy back you back.
« Finding You.
~ the one where you go missing for a night, prompting Akaashi Keiji to search for you despite the dangers lurking in the darkness
Format: One-shot
genre: fluff
- Akaashi Keiji x Reader
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9:03pm
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark.”
“No, we should just go hiking when the sun is, I don’t know, out?” You glare at a smirking Konoha as Bokuto slings an arm around around your shoulders, pouting at you pleadingly as he bounces on the balls of his feet.
“The other teams manager’s letting them go!!!”
“What if you hurt yourself, Bo?” You frown, and Bokuto gasps before locking pinkies with you, staring you dead in the eye before crossing his heart with his finger.
“I solemnly swear I will not get hurt, Y/N.”
“Do you even know what solemnly means?”
“Nope! Akaashi said it once though-”
“I’m against this as well.” Akaashi puts a hand on the back of his neck, peering down at you as blue eyes notice the shift of your feet in place. “We can go exploring tomorrow-”
“No.” You interject, noticing the immediate wilt of Bokuto’s shoulders before pinching the bridge of your nose, sighing heavily to yourself. “...we can go tonight. Some of you have way too much energy, maybe walking around will tire you guys out.”
“‘Atta girl!” Konoha glomps you as Bokuto hugs your other side, and you laugh a bit as Komi and Sarukui go to gather the flashlights from the other teams-
A dark-haired setter the only one to notice the lilt of nervousness in your laugh among the chaos.
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10:12pm
“Y/N, do you want to hold my hand?”
“Konoha, stop making moves on her, it’ll never happen.”
“Shut it, Komi!”
You force a chuckle, trudging along behind a talkative Bokuto as Akaashi strolls besides you, glancing at you once in a while as you keep your hands deep in your pockets, ensuring that no one would be able to see the nervous clench of your fists. Akaashi lifts another branch for you as you smile in thanks, eyes flitting around the dark as you swallow tightly.
“You didn’t have to do this, you know. You could’ve stayed.” Akaashi’s talking before he can stop himself, and you blink at the abruptness of his words.
You frown, laughing a bit at Akaashi’s usual polite tone before nudging the quiet boy with your shoulder once.
“Careful, ‘Kaashi- you might make me think you don’t want me here.”
Akaashi’s jaw clenched in the dark, noting the waver in your voice before making a calculative decision. His chest twinged as his lips parted, words slipping out quietly as the rest of the team laughed among themselves.
“And what if I say I don’t?”
Your feet slow, Akaashi walking ahead to merely glance back at you as the smile on your face completely disappears.
“Am I...slowing you guys down?” Your hurt tone made Akaashi look forward, unwilling to see the flash of pain across your face as he wishes he could take it back-
“Yeah.” Akaashi says tightly, noticing the other boys have quieted down as well, the tension at the back of the group now noticeable as everyone seems to still.
“No she’s not, Y/N don’t listen-!”
“It’s alright, Bo.” You say softly, forcing a chuckle as you avoid everyone’s stares. “I’ll head back. I know the way.”
“I’ll go with you.” The tension in Akaashi’s chest relaxes, and he begins to follow you before your snapped response makes him stop in his steps.
“No. I want to go by myself. I might slow you down, Akaashi.”
Akaashi opens his mouth to press the matter, but Konoha’s faster. He clasps the blue-eyed boy’s shoulder in annoyance, shaking his head with a you’ve done enough, gesture. You were already far now, and Akaashi stared wide-eyed after you-
his plan to get you back to safety completely backfiring.
“Go, Akaashi, king of sucking the fun out of things.” Bokuto says childishly, nudging his friend a long as Akaashi casts another look into the now empty darkness behind him-
wishing he hadn’t said anything in the first place as he prays you reach the camp before they do.
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11:00pm
“Maaaan, I’m beat.”
“We should thank Y/N for letting us go.” Bokuto yawns as the boys trudge towards the camp sluggishly.
“Some of us have a lot of things to say to Y/N.” Konoha says carefully, refusing to glance in Akaashi’s direction before scoffing. “Let’s go make sure she got here safe, she should be sleeping by now.”
Komi and Sarukui emerge a few moments later from the entrance of the girl’s dormitories, running frantically as Konoha blinks in confusion. Bokuto wipes the tiredness out of his eyes as the two boys pant out of breath.
“Y/N never came back!”
“What?! Shit, we have to go back-”
“The teachers are out looking, right now-”
Konoha laughs bitterly, gritting his teeth before spinning on his heel with an accusatory edge to his voice. “What the hell are you gonna do now....Akaashi?”
But he was already gone.
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12:01pm
It was dark.
You didn’t know how many minutes or hours it had been, deciding to stay put instead of venturing further into your worst fear. All sense of direction lost, you had sat in a patch of daffodils, seeming to shine in the moonlight as you willed anyone to come.
The pain in your ankle causes you to hiss as you stretch your leg out in front of you, unable to walk anymore. You stare up at the moon, fear now an exhausted emotion in your veins.
Anyone. Please, anyone.
You should have pressed to stay with the group. You knew you wouldn’t be able to come back on your own, so why didn’t you?
Akaashi’s face flashes in your head again as your eyes seem to well up with more unshed tears, wondering why his words had as big of an impact on you as they did.
Keiji. The most sensible one on the team, always trailing besides you, the first to give you high-fives before matches. The one to remind the team of your birthday, always saving you the seat next to him at lunch under the trees. Keeping the boys in line when they show up for morning practice so you can take a much-needed rest, sometimes an extra breakfast packed away in his bag-
Why did it hurt so much coming from him?
“Don’t kid yourself.” You whispered to yourself, realizing you were all alone. There were no feelings to hide in front of anybody anymore. Your face found your knee again, feeling the material of your pants wet with your tears. “You know why. You’re in love with him.”
You sniffle, feeling absolutely dumb. Feelings took precedence over your safety as you had stomped away, childishly not realizing Akaashi just wanted to bring you back to camp. Of course he noticed, what made you think he wouldn’t?
“And what if I say I don’t?”
You whimper, digging your hands into the dirt beneath you, collecting strewn petals.
“Keiji.” It was soft. Your tone was completely defenseless as you sobbed into your dirtied palms-
“I’m here.”
Your eyes snap open, head jolting up. You relax when you see that you had imagined it, not seeing anyone in front of you as you chuckle humorlessly.
“I’m going insane.” You whisper-
a jacket with Fukurodani’s colors slipping over your vision.
You gasp, taking the jacket laid across your head off your face to look up owlishly at a panting Akaashi, stripped off his team jacket as he stood in front of you in just a fitted black shirt. He bends at the knee, tilting his head at you as he finds stability in his voice despite the breathlessness.
He felt punched in the stomach at the sight of dirt streaking your cheek, a trail of tears flowing from each eye freely as the look of fear on your face melts into one of relief.
“Are you hurt?”
“K-Keiji...” You blink, not believing the sight of the beautiful boy bent in front of you. Akaashi clears his throat, wiping some sweat from his brow before cupping your cheek gently, smiling softly when you lean into his touch. Your eyes well up with tears of relief before Akaashi tugs the material back over your eyes.
“You hate people seeing you cry, right?”
“M-My ankle...” Is all you manage out, and you feel Akaashi assess the damage, frowning when the slightest touch makes you wince. The blue-eyed boy takes his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders instead before facing the opposite direction of you. You blink as he presents his back, glancing back at you with a softness in his eyes you can’t pinpoint.
“Wrap your arms around my neck.”
“I’m too heavy...”
“You aren’t.”
You shakily comply, feeling Akaashi carefully lift your legs before beginning to trudge a long. The silence was thick with unsaid words as you breathe in his scent, piggybacking on the setter as you struggle to find the right words.
“Keiji-”
“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked as your eyes widen, and he pauses for a brief second within the silence. “Y/N, I just wanted...”
“I know.” You cut him off with a hush, the pain in your ankle dulling to a slight throb.
“I never meant-”
“I know.”
“...wanted to keep you safe-”
“Keiji?” You cut him off a second time, and Akaashi stills his movements completely as you rest your head on his shoulder, the setter feeling tears wet his shoulder as you smile in the darkness.
“Thank you for finding me.” You whisper, and Akaashi lets go of your good leg for a second to hastily wipe at his eyes.
“Are you crying?” Your tone is teasing now, and the dark-haired boy scoffs, beginning to walk again.
“Look who’s talking.”
“Hey!” You protest, feeling his grip on your legs tighten ever so slightly. Akaashi glances back at you, and you gasp, pulling back a little on instinct from your place on his back.
“Y/N.”
“What?” You question hastily, embarrassed at the proximity as Akaashi’s lips stretch into a slight smirk.
“If you’re gonna confess, confess to me, not when you think nobody’s listening.”
Your face turns hot, the pain now unnoticeable as your eyes turn owlish, beginning to stutter excuses.
12:36
Akaashi turns his head, blue eyes bright in the moonlight as he whispers against your lips.
“Though I think you can guess my answer.”
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This one is good too
heartworm. (akaashi keiji)
➵ you miss akaashi more than anything. so if bokuto’s birthday party gives you an opportunity to reconnect, you’ll take it.
wc: 2.8k
warnings: swearing
“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto’s resounding chant seemed to rumble through the entire apartment.
“Hey, Bokuto,” you smiled, tilting your head at him.
“It’s great to see you!” He was beaming at you as he pulled you in for a hug, face flushed and hair all ruffled. You weren’t sure how many drinks he’d had, but you could tell by the colour of his cheeks that he wasn’t going to be standing upright for much longer.
You grinned up at him. “Happy birthday, by the way.”
“Thank you!” His voice boomed out of his chest – far too loud, considering the circumstances. But, you smiled nonetheless. That was Bokuto for you.
He ushered you inside before you had time to think, patting your shoulders as you stumbled through his landing room. His apartment wasn’t large by any means, but he sure had tried to stuff a lot of people in it.
There were some faces you recognized – old team members from Fukurodani, Yukie, Kaori… and it was easy enough to fall into the groove of conversation with them. Well, as best you could, given the noise.
True to form, Bokuto’s party was little more than pure chaos. Mostly led by Bokuto himself, in cahoots with some guy who looked a little like a rooster. And of course, it was fun to watch. But something about the cacophony and the crowd was making your heart beat a little faster. You weren’t feeling claustrophobic, per say, but you needed some fresh air.
You almost laughed at yourself for that. You’d been at this party, what? Twenty minutes? And you already needed a time out? But, you supposed that’s what tended to happen once you got to your second year of university. You felt more and more like an old crone each day.
That, and there was a notable absence from the revelry. You didn’t want to think about him – no, you wouldn’t think about him. But that didn’t shift the weight in your stomach.
Thank God Bokuto had a balcony. It was rather quaint and small, but it would do. Just a few minutes in the cold and the dark, and you’d be ready to socialise again.
You sighed, turning to step into the shadows next to the door.
“Keiji!” The name slipped out of you before you could contain yourself.
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LITERALLY DEPRESSO AKAASHI HOURS SOMEONE GIVE ME LVOE RIP
10:20 pm || akaashi keiji
➵ you just want a cute polaroid of your boyfriend.
wc: 1211
warnings: gn!reader, time-skip occupation spoilers (?)
a/n: jem, dear, this one’s for you! if i remember correctly, i believe that today is your birthday. if that’s so, i hope you have a wonderful day (although, i hope that for every day, too). you’ve always been so kind to me, and the comments and tags you’ve left on my fics never fail to make me smile and make me feel like i’m actually Doing something here. i appreciate your support more than i can put into words, but i just want to say thank you! i miss seeing you on my dash, but i hope you’re doing well and that this fic brings you some comfort ♡
“Sit still.”
You grouch, the view finder of your polaroid camera held up to your eye.
A tiny image of Akaashi stares back at you, fist covering his mouth as he sat languidly on your bed under a garland of fairy lights. You’d wanted to put them up for the ‘ambiance’ – Akaashi had done most of the work, reaching the ceiling with ease. You’d played the role of ‘artistic director’ more so than handyman, but neither of you minded.
“I am,” Akaashi murmurs, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly.
You lower the camera, pouting at him. “You keep covering your face.”
“And?” Akaashi raises an eyebrow at you.
“Stop doing that.”
“It’s for the aesthetic.”
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hey hey dino!! can i get headcanons of akaashi meeting his s/o for the first time at a bookshop and then how they confessed or got together afterwards? -🍙
wahhhh sorry for responding to this so late but i was thinking a lot about how to do this and i finally got what i want in my head. i hope you like this onigiri-anon !! i also really missed the second-hand bookstores near my campus so i mentally projected myself there. alsoo,, this ended up being a drabble ajgkla i just love bookstores so much (and akaashi)
Akaashi + meeting his s/o in a bookstore
akaashi loved his part-time job and he was proud to say it, especially with his own friends struggling with having to deal with customers in cafes or weird people in clothing stores. instead of those, he was in his ideal place which was essentially being surrounded by books. it was a small, bookstore that sold second-hand books for really great deals. the store would attract the occasional wanderer who’d thumb through the dusty shelves, sometimes buying one or two books, or just wandering back outside. his regulars though, the faces who akaashi would recognize, were often literature students who’d specifically inquire about titles they’d need for a class. that, and one other person who akaashi found himself inexplicably drawn to.
he couldn’t really tell what course you were taking, nor did he particularly think it was his business, but you came to the shop at a specific time every week: four o’ clock, every friday. you’d browse the shelves, paying special attention to the ‘recent arrivals’ collection and always walked out of the store with a handful of paperbacks. akaashi could tell from your purchases that you were a genre-jumping kind of reader, something that he admired. after a bit of time, he’d make small conversation with you at the counter while he wrapped up the books you ordered. sometimes he’d talk about a book you were buying that he read before or he’d ask about whether or not the one you got last week was any good.
“hmmm, this seems to be a mystery novel weekend for you,” akaashi hummed, smiling down at the stack of agatha cristie novels that you placed on the counter.
“i used to read these a lot when i was younger,” you shrugged a shoulder. “so it also doubles as a nostalgia trip.”
“i see,” akaashi let out a small chuckle as rang up your order. “that will be five dollars.” you rummaged around your pocket for change, dropping a few crumpled dollar bills and coins on the counter, only to come up fifty cents short.
“dang, i should have known not to buy that overpriced coffee earlier,” you laughed, going through the stack of books. “i guess i’ll take out this one...”
akaashi only needed a split-second to think up what to do. “you know what? think of it as a discount,” he smiled, plucking the book out of your hand and re-adding it to the stack of books that he was about to wrap in brown paper.
“really?” you blinked at him in surprise.
“yeah. i mean, you’re a pretty regular customer,” akaashi said. “although, don’t tell that to the lit majors. i might go out of business if they knew,” he whispered, handing your books to you.
“i’ll keep that in mind,” you laughed.
“and by the way,” akaashi added quickly. “i know you mostly choose books here based on what interests you but, you can make some special requests if you want.”
“and... will they just magically appear in that secret storeroom behind you?” you raised your eyebrows at him.
“as much as i would like that, sadly they don’t ‘magically appear’. i have some connections.”
“so, a black market then,” you nodded your head. akaashi couldn’t help but chuckle.
“yes, exactly that.”
“well, if it’s not too much trouble for your underground, second-hand book mafia, do you think you could find a copy of ‘station eleven?’” you asked.
“station eleven,” akaashi picked up a pen and wrote down the title.
“by emily st. john mandel,” you added. “i read the blurb at a bookstore but it was way out of budget.”
“i’ll see what i can do,” akaashi said confidently.
his ‘black market second-hand books’ connections happened to be just an online website full of second-hand bookstore owners. most of the time, they’d talk about the best places to get books but everyone helped each other out. akaashi put up a post inquiring about a copy of ‘station eleven’ and got a response in less than an hour, and the actual book in less than two days. the hard part about that was akaashi ended up impatiently waiting for you to come by the bookstore again. and because of that, he ended up reading the book that you requested for.
by the time you came again on friday, akaashi had long finished the book and had it waiting for you on the counter.
“no way! book mafia is real!” you grinned, holding the copy in your hands.
“real, and always at your service,” akaashi bowed, feeling warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of your smile. “i hope you don’t mind that i read through it.”
“as long as you don’t give any spoilers,” you wagged a finger at him. “and besides, i’d do that if i were you.”
“i’ll just say that it’s a wonderful read and leave it at that. we also have some more stuff at the new releases collection.”
“ooh, yes please!” you smiled, rifling through the box beside the counter that akaashi had strategically repositioned. he watched as you tucked your hair behind both ears and rifled through the stacks, eyes scanning through titles and blurbs. he was staring before he even realized it.
“oh my gosh,” you gasped, breaking akaashi out of his reverie. “are these goosebumps books.”
“you noticed,” akaashi smiled, joining you at the new releases box as you pulled goosebump book after goosebump book from it. “they sell these pretty cheaply since they’re essentially pulp fiction books for kids.”
“these were my childhood,” you laughed, reading out the titles. “’deep trouble,’ ‘deep trouble 2′, ‘vampire breath’.” you gasped again as you held up another book. “the curse of camp cold lake!”
akaashi laughed at your excitement. you shot him a pout. “what? i know they’re not esteemed literature but--”
“no, it’s not that,” he shook his head. “you see, i’m more of a ‘revenge of the living dummy’ kind of guy.”
“i haven’t read that one! it’s a trilogy, right?”
“you can start now,” akaashi handed you the three, slim paperback novels.
“alright,” you nodded. back at the counter, you watched as akaashi carefully wrapped all your books with brown paper, tie it all to secure them together, before pressing a stamp on the edge. it was one of those things you loved about the bookstore, aside from the cheap books and the very cute storeowner. you always unwrapped your books as carefully and tenderly as how akaashi wrapped them.
“let me know what you think of them in a week,” he said, handing the package to you. you hugged your books to your chest.
“i’ll probably take less than a week to read all of these,” you said, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “i mean, they’re pretty slim novels.”
“oh,” akaashi blinked, getting the hint. “i’ll... hear your thoughts soon then?”
“soon,” you nodded brightly.
as the weeks continued, you and akaashi exchanged book recommendations, most often reminiscing about old, pulp fiction books you read as children. what started out as you coming in once a week turned into a few days a week, and then at least once a day in between your classes. akaashi loved the way you’d sometimes enter, seemingly in a rush, and immediately start talking about the book you just read or even just about your day.
that was until one day, he realized that he was pretty much looking at the door and wishing for you to pop in instead of reading his book to pass the time. ‘if i could just close up shop today and talk to them, that would be great,’ he wondered, checking his watch again and finding that your class was a good hour away from ending. akaashi felt a rush of joy when he saw you come in. this time, he didn’t confine himself behind the counter while you browsed the shelves. the two of you took turns pulling books from shelves, reading out blurbs, and sharing recommendations. you liked how your conversation wasn’t just limited to what you were reading, but other things that happened in your day and during your classes.
akaashi wished that he could do this all the time. and then, he realized a way how.
on friday, you bought a little more books than usual for your weekend reading and came back again on monday to an expectant akaashi. “well, how was it?” he asked, quirking up a smile at you.
“amazing. i can’t believe it’s taken me this long to read it,” you grinned, your copy of ‘the giver’ by lois lowry still in hand. akaashi smiled at it, knowing that you probably ran over to the bookstore right after reading it.
“the fact that it’s been banned in several schools makes it all the more compelling to read,” akaashi added. even though he was talking, he felt as if he was still holding in a breath. he listened and nodded along, adding in his insights as you talked about the book, until finally, you brought up what he was waiting for.
“by the way, you know how most of the books here have all these doodles and writing on the pages?” you asked.
“yeah?” akaashi cocked his head.
“well, i saw this one on a page. it said ‘will you date me?’ i thought it was cute,” you smiled softly. “hopefully the person said yes.”
“that remains to be seen,” akaashi cleared his throat.
“hmm?” you looked at him, puzzled. akaashi took the book from you and opened it to the first page. there, on a corner of the page, was his name. your eyes widened at the sight as you quickly put two and two together.
“oh.”
“yeah...” akaashi pursed his lips as he watched you. you crinkled your nose and quirked a smile up at him.
“did the book mafia just ask me out?”
akaashi laughed and closed the book. “they just did. and they eagerly wait for your reply.”
“well, if the book mafia also likes watching movies,” you said nonchalantly.
“the book mafia loves stories in all mediums,” akaashi smiled down at you. “is this saturday alright?”
“this saturday sounds wonderful,” you agreed.
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Hii congratulations on 300! For the event can I have 15 with akaashi please? The blue light one just in case I got the number wrong !(:
thank you for this request! it follows the prompt a little loosely and it’s more interpretive than anything but i hope you still like it!! <3
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15. “somebody kiss me i’m going crazy / … / are you that blue light?”
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the music in your ears thrums loudly. it’s a dangerous volume, you know that already, but there’s something addicting about the way all the noises mesh together and thrum a steady rhythm in your ears. you’re more than willing to take a lecture from your mom or doctor or whoever as long as you get to feel everything that comes with the loud music playing in your headphones.
your legs are crossed as you sit on your bed, facing no direction in particular with your eyelids closed and lashes resting gently on the curve of your cheek. your breathing is slow and steady, a great contrast from the overwhelming tempo and volume of the song. your hands are warm, resting gently on your knees.
someone walks in—you don’t hear it, obviously, but there’s the slightest vibration that echoes through the wooden floor of your room and runs up your mattress, into your legs. your eyes don't open. you stay calm, suppressing the smile that threatens to appear.
your headphones are brought down to rest around your neck. your eyes flutter open, finally giving in and letting yourself smile at the person you expected to walk in. all black hair, blue eyes, akaashi looks stunning even underneath the cheap light of your desk lamp.
he smiles back at you. it’s an endearing sight. warm hands—ones are not your own—come up to hold the sides of your face with enough tenderness to make your leftover nerves simmer down into a gentle sigh.
akaashi leans closer. muffled music swims through the air, still playing through your headphones. he exhales, and it fans across your face and makes you dizzy and warm and needy.
“hi,” he whispers against your lips. you hum in response, eyes struggling to stay open and face leaning further into his touch. a breathy laugh escapes him and he leans in even closer.
“how was your day?” he asks you, polite and routine-like. you want to roll your eyes at how he’s prolonging everything but response regardless.
“good,” you think for a second, “better with you.”
akaashi smiles. you melt. your eyes close and he leans in and your lips fall open, soft and pliant and willing against his.
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ugh it’s akaashi feels hours cuz he’s my comfort character and a girl is depressed
Akaashi getting all flustered everytime you call him pretty 🥺👉👈
“hey bokuto, hey pretty boy.”
akaashi stilled at your words, eyes widening slightly as you approached him with a wide smile. he tried to smile, to tell you that you looked nice, but nothing came out. you giggled softly, walking to class with a final wave. he ignored bokuto’s teasing smile, following you to class as well. at practice, you did the same thing, but he was prepared.
“hey pretty boy.”
“hey pretty girl.”
you smiled softly, pausing in your steps before looking at him shyly. he smiles back, trying to get himself to ask you out, when bokuto interrupts.
“hey, hey, hey! i know you think she’s cute, akaashi, but i really need you to set for me.”
send me a character + a kink (nsfw) OR + a scenario (soft) ((1 at a time))
this kiss
summary: all of the attempts for your first kiss and the time it finally does happen. pairing: atsumu x fem!reader genre: fluff!!! seriously rlly fluffy ok, established relationship, first kiss scenario, atsumu soft as hell for you word count: 2.7k words a/n: aHA IM AN ATSUMU SIMP NOW…yeah not proud of it, but i’ll accept it. anyway did this instead of the homework i had due at 12am (rip my grades) i hope you enjoy some soft atsumu who adores you. anyways this is obvious but electric love while reading? MMPH *chefs kiss*
atsumu feels a smile grow on his face at the sight of your wide eyes darting around the carnival like an excited child. colors of blues, pinks and purples danced off your skin from the reflection of the tall ferris wheel’s lights and your grin shines brighter than any of them.
you’re beautiful.
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out of breath // akaashi keiji (drabble!)
— “Can we stop running? I think I’m dying.”
↱ PAIRING : Akaashi Keiji x GN!Reader
↱ WORD COUNT : 367
↱ WARNINGS : N/A
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↱ ASK : hi 🥰 requesting “can we stop running? i think i’m dying”… not sure if im supposed to specify a character but if so ill go with akaashi!! (i chose this drabble bc it could b so lighthearted or literal so im excited to see what u pick!) — ang
↱ AUTHOR’S NOTE : why not both? JFSDLJSFNG anyways the first drabble’s finally here despite my rough schedule huhu,,, also,,, ang??? like,,, THE ang??? I have truly made it, hope you like it babes!!
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Small pebbles and bits of dirt fly across the ground as thunderous feet run through them. The boys panting and sweating profusely as their feet begrudgingly brought them closer and closer to the top of the hill.
It was the second day of the training camp in Saitama. Four teams were in attendance and you just so happened to be the manager of arguably the best team present, Fukurodani Academy, who of which were currently running across the hills as a penalty.
You sighed as you watched them run over in the scorching summer heat; hair and shirts damp with sweat.
“And away they go,” you said to yourself, fetching some towels that would most definitely be needed when they made it back.
You almost felt bad, you really did until your eyes caught sight of Bokuto doing a cartwheel he just recently learned in his pursuit to the top of the hill. You laughed and sighed.
“Of course,” you said to yourself once more.
The boys finally made their way back, their feet barely carrying their bodies over to the safe haven that was the gymnasium, the shade it offered being a godsend.
“Thank God,” you heard Konoha gasp out from beside you. “Thank God it’s over.”
He jinxed it.
You sighed one more time as the boys ran up the hill, facing their second penalty later that day.
Your eyes found your poor boyfriend Akaashi Keiji, breaths heavy and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he ran up and came back down just like yesterday.
You turned towards your perspiring boyfriend.
“Can we stop running?” you said to him. “I think I’m dying.”
He raised his eyebrows at you questioningly.
“You’re dying?” he jabbed back at you, his breaths still coming out in continuous pants.
You meekly walked towards him and placed your hands on each of his flushed cheeks, squeezing his face together will mindlessly stroking it.
“I’m dying seeing my poor baby have a hard time,” you pouted.
He sighed in defeat, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
“I see,” he said while you gently wiped away his sweat with a towel. “Then we just have to not lose any more sets.”
He, of course, also jinxed it.
𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮
pairing: akaashi keiji x reader
prompt: sharing clothes
word count: 3.6k (oh my fucking god KAJSDAKSLD)
A/N: LMAO OKAY the way the actual prompt is only mentioned like twice in the actual fic,,,,,i’m sorry i just took the idea (loosely based on an ad for the show “dash and lily” on netflix whoops) and REALLY RAN WITH IT. anyway, hope you enjoy anyway haha this is unedited (and uh,,there’s a bit of angst) i’m so sorry
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The bell rings quietly as you push the door open, and suddenly you feel like you’re home.
It’s a small bookstore a little ways away from your school. You’ve been visiting for years now, so you’ve gotten used to the dark red wood facade, the slightly musty scent of old books, and the dim lighting inside.
“Hello.” you greet the old woman behind the counter politely, bowing your head as she smiles.
“Hello, dear! We just got a new shipment in the back, you should take a look! Might be something you like there.”
With another nod, you drag your feet toward the back as instructed, drinking in the sight of all the shelves. Your fingers drag over the spines of the books as you pass, as though trying to extract the stories from within each of the bound pages. Finally arriving at the book of the store, you see that the owner was correct—there’s a variety of new books available, all different genres and sizes.
WIth a quick scan, one book sticks out to you. It’s decently thick, a red spine with gold lettering in a pretty calligraphy font. Your fingers twitch toward it, ready to pull it out and inspect it, when a sudden sound from your phone makes you flinch.
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keiji: Do you want to hang out today? I know you had a rough calc test, maybe we can de-stress together. Just let me know.
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daybreak.
soaked in sunshine. f!reader ; wc: 705 ; fluff.
happy birthday, miya atsumu. you are one of two libras i will never condemn.
there’s a smile on your face. atsumu thinks that maybe everything will be okay.
you weave a hand through his hair, eyes searching his own. “the sun is a good look on you,” you muse teasingly.
he rolls his eyes. “i always look good.”
he’s not sure when he became uncertain about things ever not being okay. he’s not sure how he could with you next to him.
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twist of fate || oikawa t.
pairing: oikawa tooru x kageyama!reader summary: oikawa thinks the person he just met at the coffee shop is karasuno’s manager, and he also thinks they’re really cute. that must be the reason why they looks so familiar. word count: ~3.5k genre: fluff!
reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3
“it’s you!”
the sound of an unfamiliar voice breaks your concentration and you find yourself looking up to meet a pair of warm, brown eyes. you stare at the unfamiliar boy standing in front of you, tilting your head to the side as you reply.
“um, excuse me?”
“it’s you!” the stranger repeats, his eyes sparkling as they drag over the lettering on your jacket.
“do i know you?” you ask quietly, placing your pen down before turning to fully face the boy.
“you might have heard of me,” the boy replies, an admittedly swoon-worthy smile making its way onto his face. “i’m oikawa tooru, captain of the aoba johsai volleyball team.”
“okay?” you say, fidgeting in your seat. that single word causes oikawa’s smile to falter as he notices the disinterest that clouds your eyes. silently, he slides into the seat across from you, placing his elbow on the table and resting his cheek upon his palm as he stares at you. that breathtaking smile is still visible on his face.
“you must have heard of me,” oikawa says, wincing internally when he realizes how prideful that statement sounds. he shakes off his nerves, knowing that although the statement sounds cocky, it’s true. he has been labelled as one of the top volleyball players to watch out for and seeing as how you seem to be involved in the world of high school volleyball, you should know who he is.
“sorry,” you reply, ducking your head as you pick your pen back up. “i’m not really into volleyball.”
“but you’re karasuno’s manager!” oikawa exclaims, his mind going a mile a minute. surely if you’re the team’s manager you must know some of the news about karasuno’s competitors. he feels himself flush when you glance up at him, a cute confused expression on your face.
“manager?” you ask, taking a second to admire oikawa before returning your attention to your work. “what makes you say that?”
“well, you’re wearing a karasuno volleyball jacket,” oikawa retorts, his eyes dropping down to the garment in question briefly before they focus on your face. “and everyone knows that karasuno has the prettiest manager there is so it must be you.”
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This broke my heart 🥺
Requested by Anon
Summary: If Nishinoya knew that this would be the last time he walked you home, maybe he would've walked slower
Type of fic: Angst
A/n: How to write something that isn't angst
Kiyoko this, volleyball that, cancelling plans because of volleyball practice, cancelling plans because his team has a bonding day.
Would it be too much to ask if you were part of his life?
When you agreed to his confession, agreed to be his, you thought he would at least make time for you.
It seems like nothings changed from when you were friends, except for fawning over Kiyoko a little less than before.
"Yuu? Did you want to go on a date later after school?" You had come all the way to his classroom to ask him, borderline beg him for some of his attention.
You supported his passion for volleyball, but a line has to be drawn somewhere, especially when he'll always apologize for the same reasons, sprinting to where you stood outside the restaurant, had been standing for hours, just to apologise and promise it would be the last time.
"Oh sorry y/n, I have practice tonight." He's grinning sheepishly, clearly aware that this isn't the first time he's cancelled on you.
Suddenly you feel everyone's eyes on you, some pitying, some filled with concealed laughter, this had been the third time this week.
"Oh." Your smile is strained as you try and look apologetic, forcing the negative feelings down so they don't show up.
But something must've shown, because Nishinoya flinches.
"You could watch practice and I'll walk you home?"
Its better than nothing you decide, and nod before heading back to your class.
There's a feeling you can't shake, and you help help but think you deserve someone better, someone who might actually give you the time of day instead of brushing you off and or giving a useless attempt at mending things back together.
The feeling only grows when you see him showing off for Kiyoko, instead of you. His partner, sitting right in the stands as he flirts with her, using sweet words he would never use with you.
His practice ends, you having spent it thinking that you deserve someone better than somebody who would forget you despite inviting you to practice.
"Yuu!" He left the gym before you, talking with Tanaka about something, having completely forgotten you.
He looks around for a second, before spotting you, face draining of colour as he realizes what he's done.
Tanaka sends you a a look of pity and tells Nishinoya he'll see him later.
Nishinoya walks up to you, hand rubbing his neck sheepishly.
"Did you want me to walk you home?"
Even though you nod 'no' a little upset with him, he still walks you home.
Its silent and the only sounds you hear is the sound of your shoes on pavement. The silence lasts all the way to your house the sound of shoes stopping as you halt right before you get to your driveway.
"Yuu, we need to talk." Your throat feels like it's filled with cotton.
He makes a sound of question and you take that as a sign to to continue.
"I just think, maybe we're better off as friends? Because whatever we're doing certainly dosent feel like dating."
He sighs and nods.
The air isn't tense or sad, it feels like normal, like nothings happened.
"I did care about you y'know?" He shrugs and his breath creates a white cloud in the winter air.
"I know, maybe it's just the wrong time."
He nods, and it feels more like a business transaction than anything until Nishinoya speaks again.
"If I had known this was going to be the last time I would've walked slower." His voice cracks and you can see his eyes welling with tears.
You reach out your hand to wipe the tears falling down his face and you sniff, trying to keep your own tears at bay.
Emotions that you had buried deep coming to surface.
"Hey, it'll be ok. We'll be ok Yuu." His name feels foreign in your mouth, were you allowed to call him Yuu as you broke his heart.
He nods and croaks out something about needing to leave, his head is bowed as he speed walks away, and you realize he only pushed you away because he was scared of getting too close.
Nishinoya tries to avoid you at school after that, too scared to look you in the eye and expose his broken heart.
It hurts when you realize it's all over
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akaashi brainrot:
I like the idea of like laying with akaashi in bed, listening to a true crime podcast that you’ve been a fan of for years and he’s just getting into the episodes with you. your bodies are tangled in the other, headphones in one ear each, completely at peace listening to this true crime/comedy podcast. and because you know the case or maybe it’s just a little too long, you zone out amd become hyper aware of the way his thigh settles between your legs into your heat, and you like to subtly shift yourself a little closer to him. the episode zones on, vaguely you hear akaashi comment on what’s being said, but you’re really just more focused on settling yourself in between his legs, lifting your hips to his so you can get some relief. of course akaashi eventually catches on when he feels your hands clenching at his sides, how his sweats start to feel tighter and he can feel how hot you are against him. of course it’s the most confusing boner he’s had in a while but he’s not opposed to pausing the episode and helping you out
the way you said it was the most confusing boner akaashi ever felt had me laughing. but 👀👀 are we entering into a thigh riding akaashi fic????? also i love how you weren’t in an akaashi brainrot earlier and then promptly came in here with one later.
BUT MISS WRITER: PLEASE CONTINUE.
UM NAT YOU KNOW WHAT IM ABOUT TO ASK BUT
can you do my favorite song (you know cause you complain that I play it too much 😔🥺🥰) and akaashi?
that’s really if you can love <3333
HI SEQ THANK U FOR THE REQUEST i hope you like it.....i feel like i didn’t do it justice gklshgklsdgh hope u enjoy bb <3
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empty cups : charlie puth
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the apartment-- house-- room?-- wherever you are-- is hot and crowded and loud, but you can’t help but feel addicted to the rush of energy you get from being here. maybe following bokuto’s invite was a good thing.
you’re not sure what’s in the cup you’re holding--it’s spiked. definitely. the flavor is lost on your tongue as you throw back yet another cup and throw it out in the kitchen.
from the corner of your eye, you spot bokuto talking to another one of his friends--the tall one with the weird black hair. you’re about to approach them to start a conversation when another person catches your attention from across the room.
it’s akaashi. hands around a red plastic cup, eyes trained on you until you notice him--then his eyes flit to the side and you find it way too endearing for your own good.
you smile. perfect opportunity, right there.
tipsy and playful, you grin widely at your black-haired friend, approaching him quickly with a jump in your step until you sidle up to him and he returns the expression. there’s a cute little gleam in his eyes as he smiles at you. it makes you lose your breath.
“hi.”
“hi.”
it’s an awkward greeting, but you both delve off into stupid giggles. (he’s not tipsy, judging by the leftover liquid in his cup, but he laughs like he is. it makes your head fuzzier than it already is.)
“having fun?” you ask him. his eyes shift to the side and he drones out an ‘uhh…’ before responding.
“not really my favorite place. it’s alright, i guess.” a pause, then, “it’s nice with you here, though.”
oh. oh wow, fuck. a small smile lifts on his lips as he watches your expression turn flustered. cheeky motherfucker.
a low chuckle escapes you as you snap back to your senses. “you think i’m the only nice part about the party?” it’s meant to be a simple joke, one that flusters him and makes his face flush and ears warm, but when he looks up at you, expression steadfast and unmoving, you know you’ve gotten yourself into something.
“i guess you are. it’d be even nicer if it was just you, though.”
holy shit. stupid boy. stupid drinks. akaashi is smiling--a genuine one, it’s not just cocky, but there’s certainly a hint of achievement in his expression.
“okay.” you’re short-circuiting. two syllables is the most you can get out in a five second time span so you take a minute to recover. “why don’t we leave, then?”
he nods in agreement, smile still stuck on, and your thoughts are filled with ‘kiss him stupid kiss him stupid’ as you grab his hand and lead him out.
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this city (kuroo x reader)
🎀 Rejection is never easy, especially when it comes from your best friend Kuroo, who made the once foreign city of Tokyo feel like home to you. Two months of healing later, you decide you’re finally ready to move on—but he’s been hiding something.
Soundtrack: “This City” by Sam Fischer
“This city’s gonna break my heart; this city’s gonna love me, then leave me alone.”
Size: 3.8k
Flavor: Angst
Contents: Profanity, implied anxiety? just Big Sad i’m sorry
A/N: hi everyone, this is my first official fic! i’ve read it so many times it’s starting to not make sense & i hate it a bit more with each read, but hopefully some of you will like it :’) i bash on my writing a lot but this one is actually quite important to me, so i’m just happy to be able to share it with you all ♡ [also thank u my lovely sweet angel @deadontheinsidebut for reading this over ily :(((]
Honestly, you were not ready to leave Tokyo in a few weeks.
“I can’t believe you’ve already finished your studies here,” Yaku sighs, pouting a bit with his brows knitted together. “It feels like just yesterday when Kuroo introduced you to us and we all became friends, how has it been a couple years already?”
You and the brown-haired boy are sitting together on the bus, since you bumped into him after finishing your university classes for the day earlier than usual.
“I know.” You frown, looking through the bus window to watch the buildings race past you. “I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t think my time studying here was going to be as impactful as it was—and I sure didn’t expect to meet some of the most important people in my life here either.”
“Are you talking about Kuroo?” Yaku teases. “That’s surprisingly generous coming from you, considering I’ve never seen you two be nice to each other.”
“I’m talking about all of you except him.” You roll your eyes. “I would’ve been just fine not meeting that dude. Probably would’ve made my life easier too.”
Yaku doesn’t say anything, but he watches you and waits, grinning.
“… Point taken.”
You said that sarcastically, of course; Kuroo was one of the first people you met when you moved to Tokyo for school, and had become one of your closest friends over time.
He was a loser, but he’d brought your life in the city joy, companionship, and color. He made what was once a new, foreign place, feel like a second home to you.
But you couldn’t say there wasn’t a little bit of truth behind your statement—if you hadn’t met Kuroo, your life probably would have been easier.
For one, you wouldn’t have fallen in love.
For another, you wouldn’t have gotten your heart broken.
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atsumu fighting for you
it’s been five minutes since atsumu answered the door and you’re starting to get a bit worried. when he comes back into your shared bedroom, a red mark on his cheek and bruised knuckles, you can’t help but gasp and rush him to the bathroom.
“what happened? you literally only answered the door!” you exclaim, gently wiping his hand.
“it was your dumbass ex,” he mutters, eyes still filled with annoyance at the thought of them. “they said they wanted to talk to you and they wouldn’t leave. i gave them three warnings, i swear. but it came to this.”
you shake your head, looking at atsumu with a mix of love and disappointment. “never do that again.”
“no promises,” he retorts, eyes now soft as he gazed at you. “i would fight the whole damn world for you.”
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home is where the heart is
synopsis: the odds of encountering akaashi keiji while journeying around the world were slim, but destiny had tricks up her sleeve when you collided at crossroads with your ex-boyfriend in the city of love. just when you believed that the spark that ignited your relationship has dimmed down, he unknowingly proved otherwise. and now, you’re trying your very best not to fall in love with him all over again.
pairing: akaashi keiji x female reader word count: 14.9k genre: angst, fluff, exes to lovers au, paris au, journallist au, traveller au warnings: implied smut?? (its like one paragraph lol), slow burn, swearing, way too many cliches rolled out into one fic its so embarassing at this point, if you see this fic somewhere else w a diff title… dw thats me lmao
author’s note. *barfs agressively bc this fic is so cliche its gross* *anyways akaashi’s literally a man out of a kdrama film, which is probably why i made kaashi the character for this fic lmao*
New beginnings. Defined as the motivation to travel back to square one.
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a little something for our pretty birthday boy!
pairing; akaashi keiji x reader
word count; 1,022
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Honey — M. Atsumu
pairing: post time-skip!atsumu x reader
genre: drabble, slice of life, established relationship, fun and cute.
word count: 516
warnings/notes: None. Well, I’ve done it kind of week hope there’s nothing wrong! Inspired by Raveena’s wonderful Honey.
“You’re milk and honey, warm and lovely,”
A soft, jazzy beat echoes through the walls of yours and Atsumu’s shared apartment. Your legs rest on his lap, head hidden comfortably in the plushy corner of the sofa. Tipsy giggles escape your mouth as he rambles about his day, his nose all scrunched up, brows furrowed.
“Stop laughing at me!” He whines, a cute pout resting on his lips. The alcohol flushing his cheeks makes him look young, and you swear you can see the rowdy boy you met in high school.
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this time, maybe love can finally stay
summary: love retests the waters when you and your ex-boyfriend oikawa finally talk about why you broke up in a beach house reunion after putting your love to a rest four years ago
word count: 2k
pairing: oikawa x gn!reader
a/n: i’m actually proud with the way this turned out so hopefully this doesnt flop lawl kidding! i meant to say, i hope you guys enjoy reading this!
IT’S 2AM AND YOU CAN’T SLEEP.
It may or may not be because of the simple fact that you were in a beach house, seven years later in a reunion with the high school volleyball team you used to manage.
And it wouldn’t have been any trouble - it shouldn’t have been. Except for the miniscule detail that your ex-boyfriend whom you’ve known for almost the entirety of your life was present.
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empty beds
summary: nishinoya no longer wants to sleep on empty beds
word count: 1.3k
pairing: nishinoya x gn!reader
a/n: no thoughts, head empty. only cuddling nishinoya when he comes home. also sorry for reposting! my tags didn’t show up so hopefully they do now!
YOU WOULD ARGUE THAT SLEEPING IS one of the best things Whoever was Above had gifted you and your silly little world. Being able to disappear for a while and live in the freedom of your dreams was a whole other level of comfort — and it was one that you didn’t take lightly. So whenever you had the chance, you’d take the liberty in rewarding yourself with a good nap.
Today was no different.
Since you hadn’t had the free time to take a nap today, you’d resorted to sleeping a little earlier than usual, falling prisoner to the idea of a good dream.
This, however, had come to a surprise to your cheery roommate who was waltzing towards your shared apartment in search of you after having disappeared for months.
Nishinoya had lived with you for a good while now, and in that time, you hadn’t seen him all that often. It proved to be no problem though because you had known the boy since high school which meant awkwardness was void whenever the two of you were home together — contrary to it, being in the same place actually meant cuddling and silly adventures with you and the boy. He’d made it a habit to try and replicate the cuisines he had tried when he was out exploring the world.
Placing everything down by the front door (as Noya had grown quite tired from the constant hopping to planes, though he did still have the same glow he normally had whenever he’d realize he was coming home to you), Nishinoya made sure to place the bag of gifts he had gotten you hidden inside one of his bags. And that proved a little extra difficult, with all the other things he had gotten his friends, stuffed inside one bag.
Grabbing something for you while out in a different country had become a habit to the boy, and it always surprised you how he never missed one — despite you saying it was totally alright if he didn’t give you an overwhelming amount of gifts.
You basically had it all, from keychains to stuffed animals to shirts with the country’s name. Sometimes, you’d get shells or sand when he traveled by the beach. It was just always something different with him.
With that said, it was a rare occasion to find him home. And you were so drunk on the idea of sleeping that you had barely heard the sound of keys opening the door to your apartment. You had missed the call of your name in favor of snuggling your head deeper into the soft pillows on your bed.
And just as your dreams are about to start presenting itself in your fried brain, your sleepy ears come to pick up quiet shuffling from inside your room — and this time, your body refuses to ignore the thought that someone could’ve possibly broken into your home.
Almost as if your fight or flight response takes over your senses, one of your tired hands goes flying towards the general direction of the spot beside you on your bed, and you almost immediately fall off when you feel yourself touching something human.
Your heart is beating so fast and there’s a loud thump you can feel in your ears that you don’t even hear your own pleas for whoever it was to spare you.
With your system pumped up, you quickly bring yourself to turn around to find the culprit only for your eyes to increase tenfold when you spot Nishinoya with his head buried in your pillows, reaching out for you to come back.
“Yuu, what the fuck! When did you come back? Why’d you have to scare the shit out of me like that!”
It was obvious to you that he had come to the comfort of your room in search of cuddles especially after being gone for so long.
And although cuddling wasn’t anything new to the both of you, given Nishinoya’s clingy nature, your brain still hasn’t fully processed the fact that your roommate was actually on your bed and had attempted to fall asleep beside you.
“Come back please. Don’t you miss your super cool roommate?” His voice was quiet, in contrast to his usual boisterous tone, but there was still a hint of playfulness in it as he pats your spot on the bed with his eyes still shut.
“So you propose we sleep beside each other?” He’s nodding his head, pulling your blankets further towards his body as he yawned, his hair was down — blocking his forehead, and he had a cute toothless smile plastered on his face.
“I can’t handle sleeping on another empty bed.”
You only now realize that from the months Nishinoya was gone, he had probably been sleeping from hotel to hotel without the comfort of anyone else with him — and although he had a knack for adventure, he was still human after all, and he still missed the cuddles his roommate used to offer when he was back home.
Which only explained why it was almost routine for Nishinoya to stroll past his own bedroom and into yours the moment he had arrived home.
“Empty beds are lonely.” You can see the ghost of a pout on his lips, eyes slightly open so he can look at you and motion for you to come back on your bed. “Please?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to say no, not when he was looking at you with pleading eyes and that stupid pout on his lips, and especially not when he had just come home and his first and only request was to be able to simply sleep beside you.
You sympathized with how long he’d gone without physical touch. With coming home from every adventure to a lonely, cold and quiet bed (and you only now realized why he’d always call you at the most unexpected times just so he could fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the sight of your pretty face).
Nishinoya smiles triumphantly when you pull the covers so you could slip in and go back to the well-deserved sleep you had promised yourself. But it was always easier said than done, and you find that sleep is difficult to find when Nishinoya was pestering you by running his hand against your arm, scooting closer towards you to rest his head on your shoulders.
“Cuddles please?”
You roll your eyes when you spot Nishinoya with his arms wide open, encouraging you to inch closer before completely engulfing you in his arms, nose buried against your hair and sighing fondly at the familiar scent of your shampoo he very much loved.
He’d never admit how he had bought a bottle of the same shampoo when he was out traveling just so he could have something that resembled you, and he had found himself using it and divulging in its familiar scent whenever he had a particularly stressful day during his own adventures.
“Thank you.” He runs a hand down your back, pressing a small kiss on your forehead before shutting his eyes closed, allowing for the both of you to finally get what the two of you had needed that night — sleep (and maybe also each other, but the two of you merely gloss over that fact).
“Goodnight Y/N. Really missed this.” His grip around you tightens for a bit in a little squeeze, the thought that you were finally in his arms still surreal to him. He had dreamt of this moment the moment he had gotten on that plane ride back home.
And so the pair of you smile contently to yourselves, longing surrounding you both that it almost encompasses the entirety of your lives, whispering in your heads where no one else can hear and praying for more days like this.
bonus:
“I hope you don’t mind that I’m definitely not wearing pants right now.”
Nishinoya whispers into your ear which earns him a well-deserved one on one with his butt and the floor.
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synopsis: surrounded by love stories, you and your best friend akaashi keiji consider your very own. but … is that what friends do?
pairing: akaashi keiji x gn!reader
word count: 1.6k
genres/warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining, profanity
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“hey, look at this bookstore! let’s go in!” you squealed, running off without akaashi.
“wait, y/n!” he hurried to finish putting newly bought trinkets in his bag and dashed after you.
you two had been exploring the city, looking at outdoor markets and random stores. to say it was a mess was an understatement.
the bookstore was timid, easy to be passed by unnoticed when one walked quickly on the street. there was a small five-steep-step staircase leading downwards to an alley; its entrance finally laying plain then.
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content- akaashi keiji
pairing- akaashi keiji x gn!reader
summary- akaashi looks back on life with you and realises something.
tagging- @kageyuji (bc you vale, are married to this man, @sugardaddykenma (bc he is one of your top men) and @samugiri (bc you wanted to read it)
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SUMMERS WITH YOU — OIKAWA TOORU
— oikawa tooru.
⤷ genre: fluff, fluff, fluff
⤷ warnings: cursing, suggestive themes, a tiny, tiny bit nsfw - i can’t help it. not really proof read since its 4am.
⤷ word count: 1.7k
— a/n: it was about time i wrote a fic for him hehe. what if i said this was originally a hawks fic i wrote but never posted lol.
— navi. | m.list
oikawa loved summer.
summer mornings where the sun would bathe you in its radiance; capturing the soft glow of your bare back, and the cheeky glint in your eyes as you rolled on your side to face him. you’d giggle at the way your hair stuck out at odd angles, leaning into his touch as he brushed the strands away from your face. and with a pretty smile on your pink lips, you’d whisper the sweetest, “good morning, babe,” leaving oikawa with no choice but to pull you on top of him. he’d claim just five minutes of cuddling, ignoring the roll of your eyes as you snuggled into his warm chest. it was always an hour later that the two of you would leave the comfort of your shared bed.
then there were summer days spent at the beach, with you laid out on your stomach between his toned legs. oikawa could taste the sea salt, and a hit of your cherry lip gloss, on his tongue; a smirk tugging at his mouth as he remembered the kiss he’d stolen from you in the parking lot. electrifying tingles spreading across the palms of his big hands, as he continued to rub the cool lotion on your smooth skin - hands moving lower and lower-
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So kiss me
Miya Atsumu x Reader | Fluff
It’s Atsumu’s last summer in Hyogo before he is due to move to Tokyo to begin his training with the MSBY Black Jackals. He has one last thing to do before he leaves.
A/N: Inspired by Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer, recommend listening to it while you read!! Repost bc tags 🙃
Beneath the milky twilight, muffled giggles and clumsy feet stumble down a rocky trail, disrupting the usual quietude of the forest. It’s not long till the two figures responsible for the ruckus appear through the thick cluster of trees, steps slowly coming to a halt as they finally approach the clearing one had been leading the other to.
“Tsumu” you breathe, lips barely able to utter the name as you take in the sight before you.
Your fingers laced through Atsumu’s fall limp before they completely detach, hovering over your mouth in disbelief instead. When Atsumu had appeared at your doorstep claiming there was one last thing to do before summer ended, or, as you two both stubbornly refused to voice, before he left for Tokyo, this had not crossed your mind, not even for a second.
Beside you, the blonde is wearing a proud smile, eyes trained intently on your features that he’s so desperately trying to commit to memory. Your parted lips, the gap between them just wide enough to let out a whisper of his name. Your glistening eyes, capable of outshining even the brightest stars. Your trembling hands, opening and closing, as if unsure of what to do with itself. He wants to remember every detail.
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domus - pt. 3 (final)
a/n: it’s done. oh god it’s done. it’s like 2AM so it’s unedited for now, but i’ll make edits in the morning. i also apologize in advance for the slightly rushed ending fas;elifjac you will need to read parts 1 and 2 (linked below) for context!
plot: when kuroo tetsuro drops the hard-hitting truth that he’s fallen out of love with you, your first thought is to escape. but you find comfort in the least likely person: akaashi keiji, a boy you had grown up with out of forced family interactions, who always seemed so distant from you. yet you probably knew more about him than anyone else.
characters: fem!reader, ex-bf!kuroo, & family friend!akaashi
wc: ~8k
genre/warnings: angst with teaspoons of fluff; mentions of alcohol and getting drunk
pt. 1 | pt. 2
The grey sheets fail to startle you this time around, granted that it’s been about four days since you first arrived. It’s the constriction of cotton around your body that wakes you up on this Tuesday morning, and your brain can’t fathom why your loose pajamas have suddenly become so uncomfortable. But then the threads tickle the skin of your arms, your legs feel the slight scrape of denim, and your toes have trouble wiggling around due to the constraint of…socks.
Why are you wearing socks to sleep?
Much to your body’s protest, you stumble out of Keiji’s comfortable sheets (note to self: ask him where he got them from) and into the reflection of the body-length mirror in his room. Your vision blurs when all the colors of the rainbow come into place, exploding into a million stars as you lose a bit of your balance. Thankfully, your hand finds purchase against the wall and allows you to regain some stability. It only takes a few seconds, overwhelmingly agonizing as they are, before you can properly assess your current state.
Yesterday’s outfit glares back at you, though much more mussed and wrinkled than you last saw it. Similarly, your hair is in a disarray, hands subconsciously trying to take out any tangles while you can. Knowing the state of cleanliness that Keiji keeps his space in, you feel a wave of regret wash over you for having slept in his bed in air-polluted clothes that must have caught who knows how many germs. Immediately, you move to your suitcase to find something to change into, discarding your current outfit into a large plastic bag that acted as your nomadic hamper. As soon as you’re done, you begin to gather up all the layers of Keiji’s bed, fitted sheet and all, and leaving them on top of the mattress in separate piles by how they should be washed. But while you gather the first bundle into your arms, you take a quick look at the clock, slightly flabbergasted that it’s only a little past 6AM.
In your somewhat frantic attempt to atone for your sins against Keiji’s abode, you failed to notice the lack of sun rays peeking from behind the curtains. And much like you’ve done every day since you showed up, you pull the material back and greet the nostalgic view of Tokyo once more.
But serenity doesn’t come to you. In fact, your heart seems to be weighed down by an unknown anchor. Instinctively, your arms come up to hug yourself slightly, knowing that it’s a feeble attempt at best. The weight gradually mixes with a grasp of suffocation and the feeling closes around your throat. Immediately, you seek a source of fresh air, eyes catching a handle on the window that you somehow missed all these days. This means that Keiji has two separate doors to the balcony, including the one in the living room, and you do your best to quickly yet quietly slide the pane open. As soon as there’s enough space for you to slide through, you practically bound out and lean yourself over the rail of the balcony, lungs taking in deep breaths of oxygen.
Below you, the city has already begun to awaken, pedestrians the size of ants seemingly crawling their away down the street. Faint car honks echo through the city, the occasional train horn blaring louder than the rest. These are sights and sounds you find familiar, and somehow, the unease in your chest settles. Everything seems okay again, and you wonder why it crept up on you so suddenly.
The realization creeps through your veins as you drink in the sight of the SkyTree: you’re not quite ready to leave yet. You don’t think you’re ready to hop on a plane back to Sapporo and back to the apartment that you and Tetsuro spent the last few years building together. Every corner, every nook and cranny of that unit was filled with memories upon memories, mostly good and some bad. And even if you want to think back on them, to be able to look at them and recall the moments fondly, you know that Tetsuro’s unfortunate confession would immediately overshadow all of it. They would just leave you in the same pool of broken bitterness that you originally escaped from.
You still haven’t texted him.
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“ᴘɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴋᴀᴀsʜɪ”
𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝑘𝑒𝑖𝑗𝑖 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
𝑎/𝑛: ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑦𝑢𝑢 - 𝑤𝑜𝑤 𝑖 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑎ℎ𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐
his heart blooms for you. he watches as you giggle, picking daisies with a childish joy; your growing bouquet is tucked in one hand, the other skimming over the field of flowers indecisively, selecting blossoms with a impulsive desire. your sun dress willows around your figure, the sunshine making your hair glimmer and radiate. your smile is brighter than the sky, and it fills him with a honey like warmth. you run on over to him, your dress billowing behind you like a cloudy day. you spread out the flowers onto your lap, beginning to lace them with nimble fingers one by one. akaashi leans over from his relaxed position and puts his head on your shoulder, hiding his face in your tender, warm neck. “what are you doing?” he whispers, with a gentleness that makes your heart flutter like valley of lilies in the wind. you beam at him, tying the stems of the daisies together. “making a flower crown!” you stick your tongue out in concentration, and with determination (and akaashi pressing light kisses on your neck) you are able to complete it. you lift it up with triumph and hum with satisfaction. he ducks his head to accept your precious gift, and you place the ring of daisies on top of his head, tucking his hair softly into place. you lean your body back to look at him, and gracefully tilt your head, taking in your lover. “daisies often symbolize attachment and new beginnings.” you tell him. with a touch of shyness and flushing cheeks, you continue on. “they also mean i love you truly.” his chest throbs as you say it, and you bashfully look down, fiddling with the stems of your leftover bouquet. you look up when he feel him tugging on the ends of your white dress, playing with the hem. taking a piece of lavender, akaashi tucks it behind your ear, catching you gazing at him with wonder. raking your hair, he studies you with a soft smile, committing every crevice and curve of your figure to memory. his fingers traces down your cheek, stopping at the edge of your chin. “the purple of lavender can display elegances and royalty, and first love.” he kisses you after that, your mouths meeting like the satisfying snap of a closed book, aligning just right. your insides burst with want, and your lips flutter like rose petals. even in this vast field, you’re his brightest flower.
eleven: “it’s nothing really” – akaashi keiji
☆ genre: fluff
☆ warnings: none
☆ word count: 0.5k
☆ nonsense: happy belated birthday to akaashi!! i’m nearly a week late but we’ll just gloss over that.
for the most part, akaashi’s winter birthday seems to have followed the same routine as any other celebration. a couple of fellow classmates may have wished him a happy birthday here and there – some even baring small gifts – but nothing had really deviated from the ordinary.
though this was the typical birthday treatment the male had grown accustomed to over the years, something just didn’t sit right with akaashi. like the eerie calmness before a big storm.
now that he took some time to mull it over, akaashi realizes how he hasn’t seen anything of you, or bokuto, or any of the team for that matter – it was unusual; peculiar. even when he went to unlock the door to the volleyball club room, the lock seemed to have already been tampered with.
nonetheless, akaashi proceeds – being sure to keep his guard up if there were intruders lurking around; however, there are in fact no intruders.
the birthday boy is only met with silent space and the chill flowing inside.
at first glance, the room just seems to be pretty dark and mysterious – just the standard, old club room he would think. though when the lights flicker on, akaashi meets something much more than an empty space.
“surprise!”
hidden figures emerge from their secret spots, and every one’s bright smiles and sparkling eyes illuminate the room. though yukie’s hungry focus seems to be on the beautiful cake you had picked up from the family-owned bakery down the street – where you and akaashi had gone on your first date.
while akaashi may have pulled together the clues hinting at his “surprise birthday bash” – in bokuto’s words – what he was least expecting was all of this. all the refined, little details seem to utterly astonish the male, leaving him speechless under the door frame.
akaashi notes all of his favorite foods placed on the little table wedged in the corner beside yukie. and while they’re tough to see behind taller members of the team – like washio and onaga – your boyfriend doesn’t fail to notice the pictures of past memories hung up on the back wall with pretty lights.
with a little help from kaori, you manage to pop right up and fling yourself in the birthday boy’s direction. “happy birthday keiji,” you wish, wrapping your arms around your the male’s neck. his once shocked expression melts with warm, content tones.
“did you really do this for me?” he ponders, earning himself a simple, small nod from you in addition to the rest of his teammates.
blueish-green eyes shift their focus back onto you, clinging onto akaashi’s body like a koala bear. “you guys really didn’t have to do all of this,” he expresses, a satisfied smile shifting onto his face.
“don’t give us too much credit buddy,” bokuto comes forward, reaching a hand out to ruffle the birthday boy’s dark hair, “(y/n) was the one pulling all the strings.”
you step back – out of akaashi’s hold – barely able to hold any eye contact with your boyfriend. “it’s nothing really,” you humble yourself, concealing some of that true sense of pride, “we all chipped in a little.“
your boyfriend collects you back in his embrace, whispering his “thank you” into the crook of your neck. meanwhile the rest of the team, lead by their captain, invite themselves in for a group hug – making akaashi’s winter birthday so much warmer.
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