#.denahi hq

[femboysai]

boyfriends who pick up their very drunk girlfriend from a bar when you’re with your friends after a rather interesting slurred text: sakusa, osamu, kyoutani, oikawa, iwaizumi, atsumu, suga

boyfriends who pick up their very drunk girlfriend from a bar when you’re with your friends and have to throw you over their shoulder because you don’t want to leave: SAKUSA, ATSUMU, KYOUTANI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI

#ahhhh this is pleasure in word format #.denahi writes #atsumu miya #.denahi hq #atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa #sakusa x reader #atsumu x reader #sugawara #iwaizumi #oikawa #oikawa x reader #Osamu #Osamu x reader

[femboysai]

“miya.” he’s drunk, and atsumu rarely gets drunk. his alcohol-heavy eyes shift to you and you’re standing before him, arm outstretched as you extend a bottle of cold water to him. “drink.”

“feed it to me,” he insists. he points to his lips, prodding them with the pad of his index finger, “from your mouth.”

he half-expects you to scoff at him — that’s the type of reaction he’s banking on seeing. but he’s sorely disappointed when your stern expression doesn’t move and instead you drop the plastic onto the tabletop next to his elbow.

a tap on his manager’s shoulder, and you lean down to force a tight lipped smile — “i think miya-san needs to go home now.” his manager is just as intoxicated, his usually neat necktie wound around his forehead like pin the tail on the donkey, and he jerks back with a curt nod.

you’re not asking, you’re telling him.

satisfied with atsumu’s manager’s reply and his hastiness to get to his feet, you turn. atsumu watches you, a pout quick to form on his lips.

one would think from the outside looking in that you don’t like atsumu — probably even loathe him. it’s his secret that this serious and proper individual is his girlfriend, wearing a scarily placid demeanour that commands no-nonsense to hide her devout feelings.

of course, relationships between co-workers in his industry just call for scandal. it had been your idea to keep it lowkey. but as atsumu watches you scold the executives and producers who don’t dare to talk back, call cabs and set up a secondary location for those who could still see right, he knows he won’t be hesitating to announce that you’re his once he lands on a ring on your finger.

his manager gets him home in one piece, and a few groggy hours later, you finally stop by his place — usual tightly tied hair damp from being washed and business attire swapped for sweats and one of his shirts. he smothers your bare face in kisses, and even refuses to release you as you waddle into the kitchen to fix plates of fried chicken and a beer for yourself.

“why are you being so clingy?”

face buried in the crook of your neck and hands creeping up the plane of your abdomin, he’s scowling. grumbling, “i hate it when you call me miya.”

you laugh- “it’s only at work, tsumu.”

“don’t care! it sucks! feels like i’m in trouble!” he spins you around to face him. “i swear i’m marrying you and when you’re all round and pregnant with my kids—“

your face goes red and you swat him away, embarrassed. “atsumu!”

#Atsumu hates it that no one knows that you’re in a relationship #he steals kisses when no one is looking #and clings to you like a baby #when too many men ask you out he buys you a ring and makes you wear it so it’s obvious you’re a taken lady! #and when that doesn’t work he gets his initials on a necklace and makes you wear that too #the combination does it’s work #.denahi writes #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #.atsumu #atsumu x reader #Miya atsumu x reader #atsumu Miya x reader #.denahi hq

[femboysai]

kyoutani who has the fattest crush on his weird senpai

he’s quick with insults of “why do i even talk to someone dumb like you?” since you’re a little airheaded and almost too calm that you seem docile and impossibly passive. and you always go with the motion of everyone else, not really caring about what you’re doing since it doesn’t necessarily bother you.

you water the school gardens and pat his head even when he gets angry at you for the silliest things, or tries to provoke a reaction out of you. kyoutani definitely looks like he’s picking on you, harshly bullying you, but he follows you like a lost puppy and always looks for you first in a crowded room.

kyoutani’s practically burning red when he runs all the way to your house with a plastic bag hanging heavy in his hands and rings the doorbell.

“oi! open up!”

of course, you do, sniffling and sneezing along the way. you look a mess, red nose and cheeks, under eye circles and a pale complexion.

“kyoutani-kun, why are you here?” you ask, covering your mouth with your sleeve. “you should go quickly before you catch my cold.”

he scowls and feels embarrassed when he holds out the bag to you. he can’t look at you as he says, “heard you were sick so here. get better soon.”

school is boring without you— is what goes unsaid.

“oh. thank you, how kind of you.”

“yeah, yeah,” he grumbles and then he peers over your head into your home. it’s quiet. “is anyone even home?”

no. you’re alone. your parents had given you some porridge before they went to work, and wouldn’t be back until later.

so he pushes past you and takes the bag out of your hands. “where’s your damn kitchen?”

“kyoutani-kun…?”

his face is bright red. “just— shut up and go lie down, all right!”

you blink, and then laugh. “is this what it feels like to have a doting little brother?” as you waddle back to your room.

kyoutani is quick with his grimacing reply. “don’t confuse me for some little kid. i am a man, you know.”

#OUR KYOUTANI 🥺 #so precious #what a tsundere #you’d be the first person to defeat him #.denahi writes #.kyoutani #kyoutani #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani ken x reader #kyoutani ken #kyoutani kentarou x reader #.denahi hq

[femboysai]

i’m so in love with your writing it makes me feel all giddy so i was wondering if you had any headcanons for characters like kenma/tendou (and/or) ushijima? if honestly like to hear anything you have to say about them have a great day ❤️❤️❤️

you’re so so sweet!!!! sending virtual love your way!

kenma is sour when you ask him to do things that get him out of his comfort zone, more so that they seem like so much effort. he makes rude noises with his mouth, unwillingly, but he’ll do it anyway and he really can’t say no to you when you look at him with round innocent eyes. he lets you dress him up as a girl, and even when he gets so embarrassed he lets you take pictures for your own personal gallery. don’t be fooled tho, kenma is no pushover. sometimes you rile him up just so that he gets frustrated enough to push you down and tell you to behave. kenma gets all shy when you surprise him with a new game he’s been looking forward to, and shyly thanks you. he’s plotting at how he can get you back— at how he can show you his gratitude. he doesn’t like pda, or cuddling too much because he overheats in his sleep but he’ll rub your back until you sleep and always over-orders food just so you’ll have something to eat if you get hungry.

ushijima is scarily upfront about how he feels. if he’s tired, or upset, or happy — he’ll voice it without thinking twice. he can’t keep secrets either, sitting nervously and fiddling with his fingers awkwardly to keep himself from exploding. he likes flowers, receiving and giving them. he makes a particular face— all innocent and pleased— when you compliment him on things as simple as liking the way he smells, or how nice he looks when he picks you up for a date. he takes dating so seriously, too. the moment he met you, his intentions were to date you for marriage. on your first date, he makes that clear. and when you tell him you might be pregnant, since your period is late, he gets so excited he hires someone to begin designing his child’s room. and then you get your period, and have to tell him with relief that it’s a false alarm— he tears up and you panic unsure of how to comfort him. he’s so excited to be a dad.

tendou is cheeky and intrusive. before you know it half of your drawers are full of his clothes. sometimes when he can’t find things, it’s because it’s somewhere in your apartment. and he’ll show up late at night with beer and fried chicken, sneaky smirk on his face. “but it’s saturday night baby,” is his excuse.

“it’s 2am!” you complain, but he manages to get his way.

he buys you strange things as gifts, like a miniature sculpture to put in your room or an odd coloured plant that he thought you’d like. tendou lets you put face masks on him and pluck his eyebrows. he even goes as far as letting you cut his hair for him. he also likes to bite you and squeeze your waist, and when he annoys you he laughs and apologises and smothers you until you forgive him. it’s impossible to stay mad at him for long.

#anon ask #I don’t usually write for these characters but omfgggg can u imagine #ushijima would be the sweeeetest boyfriend #he would literally court you #be so nervous to meet your parents #.ushijima #.tendou #.kenma #.denahi writes #.denahi hq #ushijima x reader #ushijima headcanons #ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou #tendou x reader #tendou satori #kenma #kenma x reader #kenma kozume #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #kenma kozume x reader #tendou satori x reader #kenma headcanons #tendou headcanons #hq #haikyuu

[femboysai]

ghost tobio would follow you around and criticise every person you ever tried to date after him. as if you could even hear him. but once you found your person, he would pass over without any regrets.

ghost atsumu would refuse to let you settle with anyone else! “who said you could meet someone else if i died?!” he would wreak havoc and cause a scene until he scared away any potential suitors. you would visit a seer to see why you seem to have such bad luck and they would look atsumu dead in the eyes with a displeased, straight expression before reporting to you—

“it’s your husband. he doesn’t want you to move on peacefully.”

ghost bokuto would sob over everything you do. baby wore my favourite yellow dress? he cry. baby put flowers at my grave? he cry. baby finally climb out of her mourning phase? he proud. but also cry.

ghost kuroo would constantly enter your dreams to tell you how much he loves you. he would cross over peacefully knowing that you know he will always eternally love you.

ghost kyoutani would fight off all manifestations of bad juju and set off random machines so you win big money on accident. atm exploded? get your money, love. you won a jackpot? good, and you will continue to. candy machine overflowing? your blood sugar level was probably low and he knew it.

#the ghosties will always look after u #in their own special way of course #.denahi writes #.denahi hq #bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #koutarou bokuto #bokuto koutarou x reader #tobio #kageyama #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #Atsumu #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #kuroo #Kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kyoutani #kyoutani x reader #hq #haikyuu #.atsumu #.bokuto #.tobio #.kuroo

[femboysai]

bokuto the big muscly himbo whose twice your size and loves to crush you under his weight when he sleeps over, touching every part of your body humanly possible. he wants his face in your neck, your hands rubbing his head, his own secured on your waist. he nuzzles against your skin and gets upset if you’re not completely stuck together.

“kou, can we just spoon— i-i can’t breathe anymore, my ribs are collapsing.”

he’s silent a moment. then peers up at you with sad eyes.

“but baby—“

#bokuto is king of “this isn’t close enough!! “ #koutarou you’re literally on top of me #how much closer do u want to be #idk it doesn’t feel like you’re rly here with me #your hands are literally fused into my skin #.denahi writes #.bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto #koutarou bokuto #koutarou x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #.denahi hq

[femboysai]

Your latest post! about bokuto! Absolutely love it! Also it made me think that bokuto would absolutely love cockwarming

Imagine bokuto just being like i wanna be closer to you 🥺 and him just loving being as close as physically possible cuddling while being connected

oh my god yes! of course he does, he’s the king of cockwarming! wherever & whenever - he likes it so much that he almost always expects you to be like “okay, stick it in!” every time you have a sleepover, it’s borderline an insult if you forget or tell him no.

it becomes so normal for him that at an overnight group vacation he’s like nuzzling his face between your shoulder blades, big ol’ mini-bokuto out and you go red and hiss at him that this is not the place for that. (obviously with some coercion, you give in. even tho you’re fighting your embarrassment when your friends are lying in the futon opposite you.)

“no one can see,” he’ll whisper to you - trying to somewhat make you feel better.

but things get a bit out of hand when your nerves mix with the fact that you can’t control exactly what your body is doing—

yes. bokuto loves cockwarming.

#self control? #nonexistent #bokuto doesn’t know limits or boundaries #after an embarrassing overnight vacation you make sure to never let him convince you do anything #but how can u resist when he asks so sweetly like a puppy #**puppy #.denahi writes #.bokuto #bokuto x reader #.denahi hq #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou x reader #koutarou bokuto #koutarou bokuto x reader

[femboysai]

head empty just thinking ab meian’s illegal stamina; the memory foam pillows that have a permanent dent in it; his big ass hand being twice the size of yours; reaching up on your tiptoes to kiss him; how easily he can just swoop you over his shoulder.

beach days and he’s rubbing sunscreen on you; you’re being barrelled by waves and he’s just laughing because at least he’s big enough to survive the impact.

grocery shopping; the man has a list memorised and always bulk buys the snacks you like; he’s chasing you down the aisles with a trolley—

you graduate from a double bed to a king because he’s that big and it’s hard to sleep with enough space considering he’s taking up ab 3/4 of it; but you still end up glued to him anyway as if there isn’t half a bed behind you

drunken escapades; he’s an athlete, he really shouldn’t be drinking but date night turns into bar hopping and you’re both as equally as much of a nuisance as the other, talking to strangers and goofing off— by the end of it, either one of you are trashed and are left to haul the other into a cab to get home; intoxicatedly kicking off shoes and clothes, he’s wiping your makeup off you but it smears on his skin by morning come

i’m esp stuck at you waiting for him on your first date, the one he begged you to go on with him, and he’s a bit late (or you’re a bit too early); you’re being hit on, politely declining their invitations. meian’s scary enough with his height, let alone his temper.

he’s never late for dates ever again. better yet, he insists on picking you up from your house from there on.

#tell me howwwww meian just takes over my brain cells #real men?? couldn’t be me #meian shugo?? sign me tf up #there’s something ab him #meian shugo #meian shugo x reader #shugo meian #shugo meian x reader #meian #meian x reader #.denahi writes #.meian #.denahi hq

[femboysai]

atsumu thought you should’ve come with a warning label that declared though you were a completely independent women, you still loved to be babied. it was evident when you’d just latch onto him after work, so he’d rub your back after a hard day and shower you with comforting chaste kisses; or when you sought out his hand at any time, for his fingers to be threaded in yours so you wouldn’t be separated; or when you groaned like a child as he climbed out of bed early hours of the morning to go to training. you were on a whole other level especially when you were drunk.

no one believed him when he said you were clingy. the calm and composed you? never flustered, in control, always walking with an air of confidence unmatched? ran your career as if you invented it and held atsumu accountable for all his actions? impossible.

but he likes it when you look at him with round and pleading eyes, even more so when you beg for him to give you what you want.

#you love it when he caresses your hair and is like “what’s wrong baby? #“YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED AT WORK TSUMU #puppy dog eyes #omigod you kill him #he aches for you #the side of you he’s selfish for #.denahi writes #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #haikyuu headcanons #.denahi hq #.atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader

[femboysai]

sakusa with an extremely intelligent yet clumsy s/o— you’re probably most highly capable incapable human being he’s ever met in his life, and he’s just so confused at how someone with a flawless academic record is just so clueless to their surroundings

you go out drinking with your friends and you lose your phone, so when you wake up in the morning without it, you just know you’re in for it. sakusa is already in the kitchen with hangover food, and you creep out— absolutely terrified.

he has you knelt in front of him while he sits in the couch, your fists on your thighs, and he has his arms crossed— glowering, glaring daggers at you with a vengeance. “why did you not answer your phone last night?”

you can’t even meet his eye— “i...lost it when i was drinking with my friends.”

it’s the beginning of a new semester and sakusa is making sure you won’t forget anything—

“textbooks?” yes. “timetable?” yep. “pencil case?” yea. “brain food?” almost forgot!

and you’re eating with your friends in the cafeteria— you order the most messiest dish you can. sakusa has a sense for these situations so he appears like a phantom out of nowhere—

“roll up your sleeves.” and, “did you sanitise your hands?” or “here, wipe your mouth.”

you find yourself on many dates— as sakusa would put them— with guys, and not even realise. they’re asking you to tutor them and next thing you know, you’re at a restaurant. your phone is ringing violently—

“who’s calling you?”

“oh, it’s my boyfriend!” they pale because you never mentioned having a boyfriend— “kiyoomi-kun, i’m eating lunch with a friend! do you want to join? date? it’s not a date, why would i go on a date with someone who isn’t you— hello?”

it takes about three months before the whole campus knows about the boyfriend who watches you like a hawk, and you are never asked on a date again.

sakusa knows you are not good with directions, or you have the tendency to injure yourself by just existing. he walks you home and holds your hand, dragging you away from stray cats because they’re unsanitary (you always go back) and cleans your scrapes if you eat cement.

“ow, oww— kiyoomi-kun, it stings!”

“good. think about your actions.”

sakusa earns good boyfriend/babysitter award from his friends, especially when he treks all the way across the city to carry you home on his back after you’ve been drinking.

#this was my first thought when I woke up today #overattentive sakusa??? YES #he babies you a bit too much #sometimes it’s the cause of fights #I CAN DO IT MYSELF KIYOOMI-KUN YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT FOR ME #and then 2 seconds later you’ve nearly given yourself a concussion from trying to get books from up high in the library #you’re a good girlfriend too ofc sakusa probably wouldn’t have achieved the high marks he now got without you #and you’re just so sweet he could melt #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa headcanons #.sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi headcanons #.denahi hq #.denahi writes #Sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

[femboysai]

HESTIE PLS A HAPPY ENDING WITH GHOST TOBIO WHERE THEY MEET IN THE AFTERLIFE PLS I AM BEGGING

bestie, do u know how painful it was to imagine~ our sweet angel tobio deserves the world! however ask & you shall receive

“checkmate.”

“that’s not a checkmate.”

“i’m telling you, i won.”

tobio scoffs and rolls his head back against his shoulders. “it’s not fair to play against god.” he grumbles under his breath, “probably cheating.” and then stretches his arms.

god chuckles. tobio thinks the afterlife is a strange thing. even when he looks across the long wooden bridge that arches over a tunnel of crystal water and disappears into oblivion, he still thinks this is something unlike anything he has ever considered before.

the large sakura tree situated next to the bridge sheds a few petals; tobio thinks it must be spring. or at least it’s spring somewhere.

“how long has passed?” he asks. he can’t tell. he’s never tired, or hungry, and there isn’t a way to tell night from day.

“time isn’t linear,” replies god.

he sighs and nods. “thought you’d say something like that.”

god smiles. and after a moment, he insists, “you have a visitor.”

“who is it this time?”

“you’ll be pleased.”

“you always say that.” but god is never wrong.

a figure approaches over the bridge. it’s where souls arrive, and he’s met countless people from his life there. he wonders who it will be this time. perhaps the old neighbourhood cat who truly defined nine lives.

but tears pool in his eyes as disbelief catches at his chest. he climbs to his feet and rushes over to the foot of the bridge, clenching the railing for support as oxygen dissipates from his lung.

it’s you— by god, it’s you. you haven’t changed one bit from the last time he saw you, but this time there’s peace on your face. wholeness.

“tobio-chan,” you whisper. he’s waited forever to hear you say his name again. it takes him a moment to process it, his eyes drink you in like it’s the first time he’s seeing you all over again. your lips stretch into a wide grin, droplets of tears streaming down pink cheeks as you lurch towards him, “tobio-chan!”

arms around his neck, he can barely breathe. his chest feels all sorts and his mind is frantic and at the same time empty. you’re warm against him, and soft, and you nuzzle into his neck. you came for him? he was certain you’d want to spend your eternity with another. is this a trick from god?

he murmurs your name, as if it’s a prayer to bring him back to reality.

and when you draw back to look at him, you cup his face. “you’re crying?” you ask him, giggling almost. “what’s wrong?”

and then he’s sobbing. like relief rushes in all at once to overwhelm him. uncontrollably.

adoration in your eyes, you press a kiss to his trembling lips. he feels silly, bawling his eyes out like this— like a baby.

caressing his cheek gently, his hands pawing at your waist like you’re going to disappear right before him, you say so sweetly, “i waited decades to see you again. tobio-chan, i’ve come for you.”

#HES A BABBYYYYYY #and even when he knows it’s not a trick of the mind #he’s still cautious and tentative #he follows you like a lost puppyyyy #he’s so clingy #he won’t leave your side #.denahi writes #.tobio #Tobio x reader #tobio kageyama x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #.denahi hq #hq #haikyuu

[femboysai]

ghost tobio follows you sullenly, unable to fully grasp the fact that he is dead, unwilling to accept that he is no longer a physical being in the same world with you. he floats aimlessly, wonderingly, detached yet not at the same time. no one sees him, not even you— when he swears you’re looking right at him. but past him. he can’t count the times he’s laid next to your shell of a body, whispering that he loves you over and over, and tries to catch the drops that slide down your face.

you roll over.

you miss him.

“tobio-chan, it’s time to go.” a sweet serenade comes from within. he ignores it.

“not yet,” he pleads quietly, “not just yet.”

time doesn’t exist to him— what are days to you feel like mere moments to him, and the weeks turn to months. your visits (to his grave) never cease, and you still mourn. tobio comforts you, but you don’t hear him. you can’t feel him.

the dark circles under your eyes clear up, and your face becomes brighter. eventually. after some time.

“i knew you’d be okay,” he tells you as you examine your reflection and the outfit you put on. he loves that colour on you. “you’re so pretty. god.” he almost chokes. he wants to kiss you so bad.

you deny dates. avoid mixers.

“you can go,” tobio insists softly though he doesn’t really think so. but if he can’t be with you forever then he wants you to at least have company. “you deserve to have someone.” but no one deserves you, he thinks.

he wants to take it all back when you start dating again. it’s hard for you. so hard. you can’t stop comparing them to him, and you cry even more when you pull out the old pictures and mourn the memories.

tobio never approves of the men you bring around. too loud. too clumsy. too aloof. they don’t treat you the way he thinks they should, they’re not good enough. but as time proceeds, no one meets his standard.

you find someone you think you like. tobio scoffs— you’ll be done with this one shortly, he thinks. but you’re not.

tobio sees your giddiness before a date; the light in your eyes when you smile at him; the airiness in your laugh; the giggles at your phone when he texts; the warmth in your chest when he’s nearby.

“i’m in love with you,” he tells you, nervously.

“she’s not gonna fall for tha—“ tobio is cut short when you lean forward to kiss the man who isn’t him.

“i love you too.”

the world stops.

“it’s time to go, tobio-chan.”

it feels like water is filling his lungs. chest heavy. he was only a chapter in your life, but you were his whole story. tobio trembles.

“no, no— i have to stay, i can’t—“ when he peers up through watery lashes, he’s only met with a swift embrace.

his face crumples, taking one last glance back at you. he remembers the first day he met you, your first date, first kiss, stargazing, cheering him on at his games, telling him you loved him at the beach, in front of a sunset, at his hotel, in his ear at his most important game, threading your fingers through his hands, on the couch, under mistletoe, on Valentine’s when you surprised him, at the airport, in the hospital before he shut his eyes—

“what if she forgets me?” he chokes. he doesn’t expect a reply. “will she look for me?” he means in the afterlife— if there is one.

“tobio-chan,” the sweet voice caresses. his eyes begin to close as you seem to get further and further away. “time to go.”

#ghost tobio stays by your side for years until you let him go #did he stay because you couldn’t let go? #or because HE couldn’t let go? #they say in the afterlife you reunite with the people you love #his heart breaks because he doesn’t know if you’ll come for him #.denahi writes #.tobio #.denahi hq #tobio #kageyama #kageyama x reader #tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #tobi kageyama x reader #haikyuu #hq

[femboysai]

little by little [atsumu x reader]

part 2/8

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“you’re a familiar face.”

pulling one airpod out, you nearly jump out of your skin. “you scared me!”

he points to the mop in your hands, “you almost went to hit me.”

“don’t creep up on people like that!”

that’s how you meet atsumu again. he walks into the cafe you work part-time at, and somehow you recognise his thick eyebrows even though he’s wearing that mask again.

“i saw you from the window and—“ you raise your eyebrows, and he huffs defensively, “i swear i’m not stalking you!”

it’s been weeks since your first encounter. you never told anyone about him, since it seemed like he really had been a figment of your imagination. you didn’t know his name, only his age and where he grew up, that he isn’t from around here. he might as well have been your little secret.

“i wanted to see you again,” he confesses. “i didn’t even ask for your name.”

you smile, a little giddy, and gladly give it to him. when he tells you his name, you repeat it again for good measure and he waits for a moment, as if expectantly.

“oh,” you say, “did you want…breakfast or something?”

he’s grinning deviously— you can tell by the slant of his eyes. “asking me on a date already?”

“in your dreams, kid,” you laugh.

“you’re only older by 2 years! that’s barely anything!”

you put a hand to your chest, “onee-san will buy you something to eat. leave it to me.”

he scowls and hangs his head. “don’t ever say that again. but…i accept. if you join me.”

so you do. even if it means taking your break when you’re barely even into your shift.

you learn he’ll be leaving the city soon. somehow you’re somewhat sad. you ask if that means he won’t be creeping up on girls anymore and he glowers but continues to guzzle down his food. you wonder why he’s travelling since he’s too young to be a businessman, and he’s always in sweats like it’s a disguise.

“are you a secret agent?” you feign shock. “are you on a mission right now?”

“don’t be ridiculous,” he says. “i’m just visiting my brother. he owns a restaurant here.”

“so you decided to scab off onee-san instead?”

he drops his fork suddenly— “you’re not my sister, quit saying that.” you feel like you should apologise for teasing until he adds, “what kind of little brother would i be if i find you so pretty?”

you’re almost surprised, possibly a little taken aback. and then you laugh it off. you won’t be seeing him again anytime soon.

“flattery won’t get you more free food,” you tell him. he wants to say that isn’t his intention but he swallows the words.

“give me your phone,” he instead says. so you do. he types down his number and then sends himself a text.

“what did you do?” you ask as he slyly slides it back to you across the table.

his face is cunning like a fox.

when you see what he sent himself, your cheeks redden.

atsumu-kun please save my number, i’m you’re number 1 fan— says the message.

“you—!”

he then shows you his phone, and the contact he’s saved you as. “now i can text my number one fan whenever i want,” he goads.

#Atsumu’s like a puppy wagging his tail happily when he’s with you #when he leaves your coworker is like well well well #since when have you had such a cute boyfriend huh #thought you said you were single #.denahi writes #atsumu miya #.atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu Miya x reader #Miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu #.denahi hq

[femboysai]

bokuto is the type to call instead of text

you can’t relax at the beach because he’ll dump you in the water like he’s practicing wwe moves

when he gets sick, he doesn’t even know he’s sick because he’s negligent of his health until you force him to stay in bed until he’s all right again

he likes to braid your hair for you even though it always comes out looking atrocious— you don’t care tho, you’ll wear it out like that because he’s so proud of doing your hair all on his own

he buys you crystals without even knowing what they do because he knows you like them — he’s like shiny rock, must buy now

#ah he’s so sweet #our fave himbo #i’m sorry but like no man is allowed near me unless he exudes big dick daddy bokuto energy #.denahi writes #bokuto #.bokuto #koutarou bokuto #bokuto x reader #.denahi hq

[femboysai]

little by little [atsumu x reader]

part 1/8

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you’re sure it’s 7am somewhere. there’s blood matted down your chin, and the air feels harsh when it breezes down the front of your jumper. you can’t catch a break. if the sun was rising, you’d look somewhat normal sitting in a park watching the horizon, empty beer cans at your feet and an untouched packet of cigarettes by your side. you don’t even smoke, why did you even bother to buy those.

“this sucks,” you murmur to yourself. “stupid fucking drinking challenge—“

“you reek.” a sniffle and then a snort. “oh my god, you’re bleeding.”

when you turn your head, you prepare yourself to scold someone. but you’re taken off guard when it’s a stranger clad in suspicious uniform. hat, sunglasses, surgical mask, oversized jumper.

“thanks,” you mutter, warily. awkwardly, you shift in your seat. as if you didn’t notice. subconsciously, you scrub at your chin but it barely gets the now dried blood off your skin.

“what happened— you get thrown through a blender of beer and iron?” the stranger jokes but when you give him an odd side eye, he falters. he quickly removes his hat and shades, pulling down his mask. “w-wait, i swear i’m not a creep!”

his hair is blonde. an all right paint job if it had been done at home, and he’s young. handsome. you swallow and laugh.

“i dunno, that’s what all creeps say.” you gesture around, “in the middle of the night. to a girl by herself. in a secluded park.”

much to your satisfaction, his face twists in panic and goes red with embarrassment. “i just wanted to go for a quiet walk,” he meekly admits. “and you were the first person i saw, i thought you might be crying or somethin’.”

that’s how you first meet atsumu.

he’s awkward. somewhat charming with his desperation to not be arrested for perverted harassment.

but you learn quickly that he’s not as meek and easily embarrassed per his normal. he’s funny. a little dorky, and stubborn to boot. his personality is a bit prickly but he’s easily to please, a little air-headed.

you don’t exchange numbers. in fact you talk all night without even exchanging names. you let him buy you some wipes and medicine for the nasty bruise that’s going to form— he even gets outta you how you head butted an upperclassman for being a little too handsy, and jokes that he knows now not to mess with you.

and when the sun finally rises, you feel like this has all been a dream.

“how is it—?” he’s flustered when he realises it’s daybreak, “oh no, what’s the time?”

“got somewhere to be?”

“i’m gonna be late!”

nice to meet you and i hope to see you again are words that go unsaid. when he waves quickly and rushes off, you’re not even mad that you’re about to walk home looking a wreck.

what a weird boy, you think to yourself. perhaps meeting strangers aren’t always a bad thing.

#atsumu gets to training looking like he’s just pulled an all nighter #of course it’s because he has #.denahi writes #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #Miya atsumu x reader #atsumu Miya x reader #haikyuu #.denahi hq #hq

[femboysai]

when kiyoomi asks you to marry him, your first instinct is to decline. you instead ask him why he wants to marry you— you aren’t dating him, and he doesn’t seem to hold many affections for you, not as a husband should.

he shrugs and tells you about how his parents are trying to set him up to get married since he’s at that age now, and he would rather have his pick than spend his life with a stranger.

he doesn’t tell you it’s because he’s been in love with you since he was in junior high, because he would rather have you or nothing, because he would rather you marry him or have no one at all.

#kiyoomi is clingy asf #he is lowkey obsessed w u #in the most healthy way possible #.denahi writes #.denahi hq #.sakusa #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader