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yanderecrazysie · 9 months

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this request might be a little weird but yandere!bokuto x quiet!reader x yandere!akaashi where reader like to listen to music, coffee shops (yet proceeds to get tea or hot chocolate there), mangas, and dresses. could there be some fear in this too like the fear of the ocean and easily gets homesick.

also i love your writing its amazing and take as much time w this as you need🤍

- anon🥂💍

This sounds awesome- not weird at all! And thank you so much, you’re so kind to me! >3<

Title: Routine

Pairings: Akaashi Keiji x Reader; Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, reader has thalassophobia

Summary: Akaashi and Bokuto have picked out the perfect place for you to live. Too bad you don’t agree…

routine

/noun/

a sequence of actions regularly followed.

You were a creature of habit.

You went to work and left when your shift was over. You visited a coffee place before and after work, but you never got coffee there. On Saturdays and Sundays, you spent a good chunk of your time there too, sipping away at a hot chocolate while music blared through your earbuds and you settled into your latest manga.

You also spent a lot of time at home, often doing the same things as you did at the coffee shop. Playing music while you cleaned and cooked, and curling up on the couch to read your manga. You were a homebody, but you enjoyed your time outside too.

You went shopping on Sundays and ate out on Saturdays. A little treat for how hard you worked during the week, no doubt. You got gas the moment your car started getting low and you cleaned frequently.

You liked to wear dresses and makeup, but not too much. Your dresses were nothing too fancy, almost casual and your makeup was light and natural.

You were fond of routines and anyone who knew yours could find you easily.

Stalk you easily.

Seriously, you made it way too easy for two people in particular to follow you around and watch you. Learn all the things that made you you. They knew everything mentioned and more.

Akaashi and Bokuto were best friends and shared many of the same interests- the most intense of which included you. They loved you deeply, but they didn’t know how to approach you with an offer like “date both of us, please”. It just wouldn’t work out.

Bokuto would overwhelm you, Akaashi was sure of that. And Akaashi would underwhelm you, as Bokuto liked to say. They were the unlikeliest of friends and even more so, potential romantic partners. There was no way you’d fall for either of them, much less both.

So they followed you.

At first, they had convinced themselves that, if they just got to know you, they could woo you easily. Pretend to have all the same interests and bam! You’d be one happy throuple.

They could claim to like all the mangas they’d seen you read. Claim to love that cozy little coffee shop where they, too, get hot chocolate. Claim to have the same taste in music.

But wouldn’t that be creepy? They realized that too. Akaashi could be subtle, sure, but Bokuto was not a good actor by any means. Too eager to please, they both knew too well.

Their minds turned to kidnapping a little too quickly. But, after all, they were stalking you. It was the logical next step for them both.

It’d be easy to sweep you away, considering how strictly you followed your routine and the fact that you lived alone. But there was the worry that they would have to keep you locked up, constantly worrying about being put behind bars and keeping you from becoming depressed.

They had an idea or, rather, Akaashi had an idea and Bokuto agreed. It was an awful, cruel idea.

But to them, it was a necessary one.

When you next woke up, you’d be in an unfamiliar bedroom in an equally strange house with even stranger men. You’d be frightened, sure, but you’d soon find it was easy to escape. They wouldn’t stand for keeping you locked or chained up, after all.

While escaping their house was easy, escaping their small private island was not.

When you stared at the vast ocean, face drained of all blood, and swaying unsteadily, you end up looking back at the two men who casually followed you outside, wondering if they knew that you were deathly afraid of the ocean. That you’d never dare try to cross it or so much as wade your toes in it.

Only to be met with smug, knowing grins.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere one shot #one shot #yandere x reader #yandere akaashi #yandere bokuto #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou

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the-haikyuu-trash · 2 years

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bokuto koutaro || crush and thighs

tags: fluff, female reader, she/her pronouns, bokuto having a crush, he basically fainted

a/n: i was bored and decided to write this :D i saw hc bokuto is a thigh person and as he should, love thicc thighs too 😫 likes and reblogs are super appreciated!!

Akaashi noticed that Bokuto Koutaro was… unreasonably quiet.

Now, he doesn’t have anything against that, it was just a new feeling for the second year to see the third year highschool volleyball captain so serious, with his arm resting on the table, cheek pressed against in his palm and his gaze on…

(Full Name).

Bokuto was unaware how quiet he is before the practice match against Nekoma, in fact, it’s weirding everyone out!

he would always give his teammates hype early in the morning where everyone is still dead inside but ever since his golden eyes laid on (Name), he needed to take a breath or something because seeing her feels like she took his heart everytime she comes in the picture. (That’s how he describes it to Kaori who just gave the tall man a cheeky smile, knowing where was he getting.)

Apparently, (Name) was late, but for a good reason! She needed to take up a follow up exam and rushed all the way to Fukurodani with her school uniform that some few would look at her, wondering why another student from another school is visiting the volleyball practice match but surprise, she’s a third year volleyball manager for Nekoma.

“She’s so cute.” he muttered under his breath, watching (Name) talks to Yukie from afar, a smile gracing her lips making her more prettier in Bokuto’s eyes. Soon he let his eyes wander, admiring her beauty and how her school uniform looks so good on her— then he focused on her thighs.

Oh my… (name) is really pretty but her thighs? How can he not look, it’s curvy, smooth and he respectfully likes them that he can’t tear his gaze away from them. He finally get his fangirls feeling with thighs now and eternal grateful for them pointing it out that thick thighs are absolutely the best.

Unfortunately for Bokuto, (Name) can sense his hard gaze on her since she entered the room and now she’s down nervous because it feels like she’s the reason why the practice match delayed. (No, she’s not the reason, apparently one of the coaches slept in.)

Offering an apologetic smile, she waved at him that Bokuto bolted up in surprise, heat rushing to his cheeks and looked away when he heard his teammate snickered.

“Stop oogling at my manager.” Kuroo appeared from behind, the rest of Nekoma VB players glared at his head, following up with “Our. Manager.” Where he just rolled his eyes before smirking at the red faced Fukurodani VB captain who just waved his hands defensively. “I-I wasn’t!” He stutters but no one was buying that because they all caught him admiring his crush from far away.

“And even if I did, can you really blame me? She’s cute!” Bokuto raised a finger at Kuroo who’s grin got wider, usually that’s not a good sign because—

“You think I’m cute, Bokuto-san?“ (Name) appeared right beside him, making him jump back in surprise where Akaashi has to grab him so he wouldn’t fall and embarrass himself. A spluttering mess he is right now, he couldn’t help the blush spreading his cheeks when his crush was smiling at him with sparkle on her eyes. Bokuto isn’t used to this! He likes attention sure! But now where every eyes are on him because the revelation of his crush was now too much!

“I— I— what, huh—“ knowing she wouldn’t get an answer, she lets out a soft laugh and played the hem of her skirt. “Well I think you’re cute too.”

Pretty sure he just fainted where both teams hypes them up.

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paintbrushyy · 5 months

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Gentle Gestures

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Ship: Bokuaka

Rating: T

Tags: Birthday fic, presents, kissing, fluff

Summary:

Bokuto brings Akaashi to the roof for a surprise, and Akaashi waits patiently for what it is. ~ "Bokuto-san, what are you doing with all this?" Akaashi places the top on his lunch box and sets it down next to him, adjusting the blanket on his lap. It's warm and very soft. And he recognizes it as one that sits on the top of Bokuto's bed. "Are you finished eating?" Bokuto asks. "Yes, but I want to know what's happening." Bokuto smiles and turns his entire body towards Akaashi. He sits cross legged, and pulls his bag into his lap. "Bokuto-san..." "Shh, you'll understand in a moment Keiji." Akaashi's heart flips at the way he says this, at the use of his given name. They don't use their names very freely yet. They use them in only very intimate spaces, when there's no chance for anyone else to hear. They say them like they're secrets only they know of each other. ~

Bokuto asked if Akaashi wanted to go to the roof during lunch. As soon as he found him on campus that morning, it was like he was waiting to ask. And of course...Akaashi said yes.

Bokuto leads them up the stairs to the top door, opening it in silence. It's bright out, but it's cold, and the wind is sharp on the roof. It cuts deep into their skin. So Akaashi pulls up the loop of his scarf to cover his face more.

"It's cold out here," he comments, but Bokuto doesn't respond, just hums in agreement before sitting down by the fence. He smiles up at Akaashi, still standing by the door. Bokuto pats the concrete at his side to offer Akaashi a seat next to him. He's never been able to deny Bokuto anything. So he sits, folding his knees and opening his lunch in his lap. "Bokuto-san, is there a reason you wanted to sit out here?" Akaashi asks. But again Bokuto just shrugs and seems to dismiss him.

"Just seemed nice out today."

Today, it rings out like a bell in Akaashi's head. It's today. Today is happening, and Bokuto hasn't said the one thing Akaashi had somewhat been waiting for through all his classes. But he doesn't touch the subject, he doesn't want to pressure Bokuto.

"Yeah, I guess it is," he whispers, looking up at the sky.

"Yup." Bokuto's opened his lunch and started eating the sandwich he bought. And Akaashi too lets the questions in his mouth fade as he opens his own lunch.

His mother packed it, and it has some of his favorites. And usually he'd eat his least favorite towards the best part. But today is special, so he decides to start with the best first.

Akaashi picks up the mandarin, pressing his thumb down to try and open it. But it just squishes, and as he struggles to not crush the fruit another hand reaches in between his.

"Here," Bokuto whispers. He take s the fruit, and using his nail, cuts open the skin, and pulls off a peel.

"I think I cut my nails too short this morning," Akaashi whispers as a weak excuse. But Bokuto just shakes his head and continues with a smile. He doesn't have to peel the entire thing, but he does. And Akaashi watches intently as Bokuto's surprisingly gentle hands pull away each piece of skin. Slowly he reveals its heart and then pulls off one small wedge.

"My tax," Bokuto whispers, then hands the fruit back. He pops the mandarin wedge in his mouth and smiles brightly at Akaashi.

Akaashi cradles the tiny mandarin in his two hands and looks up at Bokuto.

"Thank you," he whispers and looks down.

" Any time," Bokuto says. Akaashi eats a wedge of the mandarin, the sweetness bursting in his mouth. And he feels the strangest urge to cry. He can't stop thinking of something he read. About peeling a mandarin meaning "I love you." And even though he's known this. Even though they've said it to each other before. The simple, gentle, act of Bokuto doing this somehow makes it feel like the most real truth on earth.

They eat quietly for sometime, until Akaashi finishes his meal. Bokuto finishes first, and when he does he starts digging around in his bag. He pulls out a blanket that's been shoved and crumpled around his books. And Akaashi watches in silence as he pulls it over them. He holds up his food and lets Bokuto place it over his lap and wonders what's the point. Bokuto is doing something and Akaashi isn't sure what or why. But he watches, trusting the process and waiting for this obvious surprise. But eventually it becomes overwhelming when Bokuto just stares at him and waits.

"Bokuto-san, what are you doing with all this?" Akaashi places the top on his lunch box and sets it down next to him, adjusting the blanket on his lap. It's warm and very soft. And he recognizes it as one that sits on the top of Bokuto's bed.

"Are you finished eating?" Bokuto asks.

"Yes, but I want to know what's happening." Bokuto smiles and turns his entire body towards Akaashi. He sits cross legged, and pulls his bag into his lap. "Bokuto-san..."

"Shh, you'll understand in a moment Keiji." Akaashi's heart flips at the way he says this, at the use of his given name. They don't use their names very freely yet. They use them in only very intimate spaces, when there's no chance for anyone else to hear. They say them like they're secrets only they know of each other.

So Akaashi waits, because now he knows that whatever this is, Bokuto's trying to be loving. Akaashi turns his body to face Bokuto's as well. Slowly Bokuto pulls out a paper container with a small ribbon wrapped around it. Bokuto pushes his bag out of his lap, and positions the box so that when opened the top flips to the side.

"It's technically a gift, so you should pull the ribbon, but I'm going to light the candle so I'll hold it," Bokuto says.

Akaashi's heart is racing now. They lean into each other, and Akaashi feels their knees start to touch. He reaches and pulls on the red ribbon, pulling it loose until it falls away. Bokuto opens the white box and reveals a bright red red velvet cupcake. It's got white frosting and bits of yellow sprinkles on top.

"Okay," Bokuto whispers. He reaches to his side and pulls out a small birthday candle and places it in the center of the pastry. Then he reaches again and pulls out a lighter, something he very much shouldn't have at school. Akaashi's eyes widen a little. "Don't tell," Bokuto whispers, "I stole it from my kitchen this morning."

A cloud covers the sun overhead. Bokuto with one hand holding the box of the cupcake, lights the candle with the other. And between them it glows over their faces.

"Make a wish, Keiji," Bokuto says and stares over the cupcake, watching him with golden glowing eyes. Bokuto tosses the lighter in his lap, and cups one hand to the side of the flame to keep the wind from blowing it out. He holds it up closer to Akaashi's lips. "Blow it out." Akaashi looks from the cupcake to him and swallows. He closes his eyes and places a hand on Bokuto's knee, leaning forward and blows out the candle.

It's so silent that his breath sounds like a whisper in their ears and when the candle goes out the sun returns. Akaashi opens his eyes. He leans away and Bokuto lowers the cupcake.

"Did you make a good wish?" He asks. It makes Akaashi's heart clench in his chest. He nods.

"Yeah I think I made a good wish." Akaashi can't resist his impulsive decision, and he isn't sure he tries very hard to. He can't stop smiling, and there are bouts of giggles trapped in his chest. He never feels like this at school, he never feels like this in the open, this giddy and overwhelmed. These aren't public emotions. These are emotions he only feels with Bokuto, feelings he only feels when they're alone and believing in forever.

He picks up the cupcake from between them and sets it to the side on the ground. Bokuto watches him with a smile and then his eyes grow wide as Akaashi gets to his knees. The blanket falls from his lap and he feels his legs get colder, but it doesn't faze him. He shuffles closer and Bokuto's hands come up instinctively to hold his hips. Akaashi settles in Bokuto's lap and doesn't wait to pull him into a kiss and let himself be held. He lets go of any fear of being caught and embraces the warmth of Bokuto's body against his own. He just wants Bokuto, kissing him till death.

Bokuto sighs when their lips meet and he kisses Akaashi back easily. His hands tighten slightly as they slide onto Akaashi's waist, and Akaashi can feel Bokuto pulling on his shirt, probably wishing it weren't there. Bokuto's heart is racing under Akaashi's palms at his pulse, holding him as their lips move. There's a cloud that escapes from between them as they both sigh out hot breaths between a kiss, where their warmth meet the cold of winter.

But eventually their smiles get in the way.

"Happy birthday, Keiji," Bokuto whispers when Akaashi pulls away, finally saying what Akaashi was waiting for, what he was silently and patiently wishing to hear.

Bokuto doesn't ask what Akaashi's wish was but Akaashi says it anyway.

"You," Akaashi whispers. And Bokuto's brows turn up a little.

"What?"

"You," Akaashi says, "that's what I wished for, I wished for you."

He swears he sees Bokuto's cheeks get pinker, and he feels the back of his neck get warmer under Akaashi's palm. It makes him smile and he leans in again to place a soft kiss on his lips again, just a peck before pulling away.

"Keiji you cant tell me though, or else it wont come true." Bokuto seems concerned all of a sudden but Akaashi looks at him with a smile and holds him tighter. He shakes his head.

"I don't believe that. Why would keeping something from someone I love make it any stronger?" Bokuto blinks a few times.

"Well cause, cause it's supposed to be between you and the universe."

Akaashi nods at this.

"You are my universe Kou," he whispers, and smiles in a way that almost hurts. "You'll keep my wishes safe, I know you will." He leans forward again, and Bokuto lets him take as he pleases, saying what he wishes and accepting all of Akaashi's truths. He lets his complains dissolve into their kiss, and Akaashi fully indulge in what he's always craving. "Thank you, Koutarou," Akaashi whispers, quietly and hopelessly, wishing on Bokuto's name, knowing in all the world it is the best place to put them.

//END

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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Their Child Says And/Or Does Something Mean *Part 3*

Requested: @qualitygiantshoepsychic

Request: Is it possible for you to do a part 3 of the “Your the step parent and the kids are being mean.” With the inarizaki guys and fukuordani guys of your choice pls!

Kotaro Bokuto X Reader, Keiji Akaashi X Reader, Atsumu Miya X Reader, Rintaro Suna X Reader, Osamu Miya X Reader

Summary: Your the step parent and the kids are being mean.

Warning: Bad parenting, ungrateful kids, injury,

*Part 1* (Tooru Oikawa X Fem!Reader, Issei Matsukawa X Fem!Reader, Hajime Iwaizumi X Fem!Reader, Takahiro Hanamaki X Fem!Reader, Kentaro Kyotani X Fem!Reader)

*Part 2* (Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Kyoomi Sakusa)

Kotaro Bokuto

🦉 Bo fell hard but the girl that had gotten in bed with him was looking for a one night stand and bragging rights, she left before he woke up and while he was sad it wasn’t uncommon so he continued on with his life.

🦉 Nine months later he was in a relationship with you and there was a phone call, one that you actually answered for him while he was in the shower, they told you that they needed to talk to him as soon as possible and before you knew it you both had a kid you never planned.

🦉 Financially you were both stable enough to have a kid but mentally there was a lot of work to do, Bo was still very childish himself and for the most part that was good for the baby but as she started to get older.

🦉 Kimiko was very much a daddy's girl and when Bo wasn’t there she could be a handful, nothing more than what a normal kid would be but that could be a lot for one person.

Bokuto was at an interview for the Black Jackals that unfortunately clashed with his daughter’s performance, he had told her that morning and while she seemed okay with it when you showed up to watch the performance that was hardly true, however what neither of you knew was that the interview ended earlier than Bo thought and he was on his way to see his daughter perform like he promised.

You smiled as Kimiko walked over “What are you doing here?” She asked.

“What?” You asked “came to watch.”

“Is Dad with you?” She asked.

“No he said this morning that he wouldn’t be able to come but I thought that if you had someone here it might make you feel better.” You explained.

“You thought wrong, I don’t want you here, you're not even my mum.” She glared at you. “Just go, I don’t need you here.”

“Alright.” You said softly, she didn’t really wait for a reply before she left but as you stepped back someone grabbed you.

“You aren’t going anywhere.” Bo’s voice startled you, you weren’t expecting him to be there but it didn’t matter because all you wanted was to go home.

“Bo please just let me go…” You pleaded, holding back tears and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Alright but you text me when you get home.” He ordered and you nodded before leaving. When you got home you occupied yourself with cooking, you made dinner for Bo and Kimiko before eating your own and leaving a message on the fridge.

Bo unlocked the door and let Kimiko, she walked into the kitchen expecting to see you waiting for them but instead she found a note on the fridge “she’s not in here.” Kimiko mumbled to herself as she walked up the stairs finding you on your bed asleep, she walked over and it seemed that you were woken up by the smallest noise.

“How’d it go?” You asked turning over to face him.

“It was fine.” She answered.

“What do you mean? You were so excited and your Dad ended up being able to see it as well.” You frowned sitting up in bed and gesturing for her to come over to you, instead she just started crying. “Hey what’s wrong!?”

“I’m sorry!” She finally said “I never meant what I said and I knew that I wanted you there I just, I don’t even know why I said that! You're not even angry!”

“Baby you're a teenager, kids have said worse I promise you and I know that you didn’t mean it, everything’s okay.” You said softly as you pulled her into your chest and hugged her tightly.

“Baby owl, this is amazing!” Bo voice emitted, you could hear him coming up the stairs and giggled when he appeared starry eyed in the doorway.

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked, looking down at Kimiko, she shook her head and you smiled. “Go get something to eat and then you can put on a film or something to watch.”

“Alright.” She said before heading back down to the kitchen, you flung your legs over the side of the bed stretching as you stood up.

“You alright baby?” He asked, wrapping an arm around you, you pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“We’ll be fine.” You smiled as you unwrapped his arm and led him down to the living room.

Keiji Akaashi

🖋 Akaashi had a son before you met him and while he was still with Keijiro’s mother she was still a very big part of their lives, Akaashi always thought that he would never be able to find someone that was okay with the arrangement but then he found you.

🖋 You were good with Keijiro and he seemed to like you so Akaashi decided that maybe it could work for the both of you.

🖋 Neither of you expected for Keijiro’s mum to be the one that had the problem but she made it known the moment that Akaashi spoke to her about it, he told you what she had said but also made sure that you knew she wasn’t going to sway him.

🖋 It seemed that his mother was not going to let this go so easily and on one of the weekends that she had Keijiro something happened because the moment that he came home he was different.

Akaashi let Keijiro into the house, he walked into the kitchen where you were “Everything okay Jiro?” You asked.

“Fine.” He answered as Akaashi walked into the room kissing the side of your head before saying that he was going up for a shower, when he disappeared again you started cooking. “I want Mum and Dad to be back together.”

“Hm?” You hummed and you looked at him.

“I want Mum and Dad to get back together.” He repeated the sentence, you looked at him and you sighed, you knew that this conversation was going to have to happen but you didn’t realize that you were going to be as hurt as you were.

“Why is that?” You asked.

“Well I think Mum would be happy if Dad was back.” He answered. “And she said that one day I’d have to stop seeing her, like if you guys got married.”

“She said that?” You asked.

“Mm.” He hummed.

“Well I promise that no matter what I will never stop you from seeing your Mum, she will always be one of the most important people in your life, you are the only one that can decide that you don’t want to see her.” You explained ruffling his hair.

“Really?” He asked.

“Of course.” You smiled.

“Wait, what about you?” He asked.

“Me? I’ll be here for as long as you want me, no matter what.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Now are you hungry?”

“Yeah.” He answered.

“Alright you go watch something I’ll call you when it’s ready.” You explained and he nodded before running into the living room.

“You're too good to him.” Akaashi said softly as he wrapped his arms around you.

“He’s just asking the questions that any kid would.” You defended Keijiro as you started cooking.

“I’ll talk to him about what he said.” Akaashi mumbled resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You don’t need to do that.” You said softly. “The only way that we can help him is by answering any questions that he has.”

“If you're sure but I’ll definitely be talking to his Mum.” He said before moving to help you finish making the rest of the dinner.

Atsumu Miya

🍣 ‘Tsumu was a very irresponsible person. That was how he ended up with two twins, having one kid was hard enough but two when you weren’t expecting it was even worse, he loved them with all of his heart but he had no idea what he was doing.

🍣 You were friends with ‘Tsumu at the time and offered to help him look after the little babies when he had to go and do interviews or fly out for games, he could not have the career that he had without you and when a reporter pointed that out to him, he realized how much he loved you and needed you in his life.

🍣 ‘Tsumu didn’t really think anything of it and to be honest neither did the kids. They liked you, they liked having you around and honestly they thought you were perfect for their dad.

🍣 What they didn’t like was that you were around a lot more than before and that meant that they didn’t get away with as much as they used to.

You paced the living room, you had been waiting for the twins to get home, they had told you that they would have been home hours ago, you had texted ‘Tsumu to see if he had heard from them but he hasn't answered you either. You looked up at the door when you heard it open and sighed a breath of relief when you saw the two girls walk in “where have you two been!?”

“We were out.” Asako answered.

“Out where?” You asked as you looked between the both of them.

“With some friends.” Asaka shrugged as she put her bag on the floor and kicked off her shoes.

“What and you didn’t think to tell me where you were, I was worried about you!” You yelled at them both.

“What do you care?” Asako asked.

“Not like you’re our Mum or anything.” Asaka added.

“You're convenient when we’re old enough Dad’s going to get rid of you, he just needs you around because you look after us!” Asako finished.

“People said that me and Samu were mean but were we this mean?” Atsumu asked from his place leaning against the entrance to the living room, you don’t know when he came in, you didn’t hear him.

“Sometimes.” You answered “usually to each other though.”

“You two had better apologize because (Y/N) has given up her life to make sure that you were cared for, she never asked for anythin’ in return she was always just bein’ a good friend, you couldn’t have this life if she wasn't here and I don’t plan on letting go of her anytime soon.” Atsumu informed them and you smiled at him before relaxing yourself.

“Sorry (Y/N).” They both said at the same time and you nodded and smiled.

“Ya better be, now get to bed!” Atsumu ordered, pointing up the stairs, when he was sure that they had gone up stairs, he walked over to you and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You said softly as he pulled you onto the sofa and into yet another hug.

“Were me and Samu really like that?” He asked.

“Yeah sometimes.” You answered.

“I should call my Mum and apologize.” He said softly.

“Yeah you probably should.” You agreed.

Rintaro Suna

🦊 Suna had no idea who the mother of his child was because the baby was left on his doorstep for him to find one morning like a special delivery with a note saying that he was better off then she was.

🦊 He didn’t know what to do with it but after getting a DNA test to see if it was in fact his child, he was trying to decide whether he was even ready for a child and he decided to ask you, at the time you had been dating for a couple of months so it would have impacted you too.

🦊 You told him that if he abandoned that baby you were going to abandon him, which genuinely scared him.

🦊 So fast forward to 15 years later and you both raised a son called Ryota and he for the most part was well behaved, for the most part.

You pulled up at the school taking a deep breath before walking into the school office “I’m Ryota’s guardian, you called.” You answered.

“Ah yes, he got into a pretty bad fight today, we usually try to deal with this without calling you in but Ryota is refusing to talk to anyone about what happened and we thought that he might talk to you or his father.” The woman in front of you smiled before pointing to the room that Ryota had been left in. You walked over and opened the door, he looked at you before rolling his eyes and turning away from you, you closed the door behind you before moving back into his eye line.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” You asked.

“Not really…” He answered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Okay… Do you want to tell me why it happened?” You asked.

“No.” He answered.

“I need to tell them something if you want to get out of here.” You sighed.

“I don’t have to tell you anything, they only called you because they couldn’t get hold of Dad.” He glared and you nodded.

“Right and that means what?” You asked.

“You're not my family so how about you just find a way to make this go away.” He muttered.

“Yeah sure.” You answered walking out of the room.

After talking to the teachers nda explaining what had happened they decided that they were just going to have to deal with not knowing what happened and punish them both, they told you that he would be allowed back on school grounds for a week before letting you both go. You were half way home when Ryota finally spoke again “I’m sorry for what I said back there, I was angry.”

“At this other kid or me?” You asked.

“Not at you, I was never angry at you, he said somethings about me and I just-”

“Look I don’t need you to apologize, I just need you to realize what you did wrong and not do it again.” You said and he nodded. “One more thing.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“You knocked this other kid on his ass right?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He answered, a small smile on his face.

“We’ll open with that when we tell your Dad that you’ve been suspended.” You winked as you continued driving home.

Osamu Miya

🍙 Osamu doesn’t even remember sleeping with someone or making the reckless decision to do it without protection but two twin boys stood in front of him having traveled across the country to see him.

🍙 He would have sent them back to wherever they had come from if they actually told him where that was but they were as smart as him when he was their age.

🍙 You told him that he needed to step up whether he knew about them or not, they were there and he had to take responsibility for his actions.

🍙 They were about as aggressive as he was with Tsumu and a lot of the time their physical fights would get just as out of hand, he was usually there to slap both of them around the back of the head and put an end to it.

Tonight you were all sitting in the living room, Osamu had been stuck at the restaurant, it was busier than usual and he was still closing up, it started suddenly and you honestly had no idea what it was about but the twins literally came tumbling down the stairs, you rushed over to make sure that they were okay but quickly realized that they were fighting, “Okihiro, Okimoto what is going on?” You attempted to pull them apart, it ended with you being hit in the face, you fell back into someone’s chest.

“Come on.” Osamu’s voice sounded close to your ears, the twins were still fighting at the bottom of the stairs but he led you into the kitchen to check your face before putting ice on your lip.

“Are they okay?” You asked, still hearing the twins arguing fiercely.

“I hope not.” Samu answered gently, moving your hair from your face and checking to make sure that your lip wasn’t bleeding.

“Samu.” You warned “go and stop them, make sure that they are okay.”

“Fine.” He mumbled as he disappeared out of the kitchen for a second before there was silence and then the twins ran into the kitchen each wrapping their arms around you from either side.

“I’m sorry Okihiro hit you he didn’t mean to!” Okimoto said as they both pulled back.

“Me!?” The accused twin whined but Osamu cleared his throat and they both apologized again before disappearing out of the kitchen.

“Don’t be mad at them, they didn’t mean it.” You smiled as you stood up and walked over to him.

“Why are you sticking up for them?” He asked.

“Because you can be mean.” You answered and he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah real mean when I iced your lip for you.” He mumbled and you sighed before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Mmm, come on, we deserve a rest after that.” He muttered.

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haikyuufanficwriting · 3 months

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Chapter 6: Bokuto

Prompt: Reader and (Character) burning something Character: Bokouto _____________

You would consider yourself to be pretty good at somethings. Everyone has certain skills that they can do at levels to evoke envy in others. Sadly, for you, cooking was not one of them.

“(Nnnnaamme), I’m hungry.” You hear your one of your best friends, Bokouto, whine as he enters your room. Being that he is one of your closest friends, he’s made it a habit to show up to your house unannounced after he finishes his practices. Not that you had minded, in fact your night almost felt empty without him showing up at random times.

“Good evening to you too.” You say, not evening looking up from the book you were currently studying from. Bokouto mumbles a reply before throwing his stuff into a random corner of the room and falls on your bed dramatically. “I’m still hungry.” You sigh lightly.

“Didn’t you and Akaashi go to the convivence store and get food?”

“Well, yeah. But I forgot my second lunch at home today.” Bokouto groans, rubbing his stomach like he hasn’t eaten in almost two weeks. You can’t help but roll your eyes are his antics. “If you want, we have leftovers in the fridge. My parents aren’t coming home till late so that’s your best bet.” You hear him huff like a child. “Leftovers never taste as good.” You just shrug.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to starve then.” Bokouto tsks as you go back to your book. Its quiet for awhile, and you savour the last moments of silence until the captain gasps excitedly, rising off your bed with a new surge of adrenaline. You turn to see an expression on his face that leaves you filled with dread.

He had an idea.

From your experiences, Bokouto’s ideas always were quite… ambitious. From attempting to spike blindfolded, to climbing random fences just because Kohona challenged him to. But that wasn’t the only problem. Due to his personality, he always went into them with full confidence, so sure that he could anything he set his mind to. And while it was something you and many others admired; it did have its downsides.

Like now.

“(Name)! Let’s make something!” You close your book, subconsciously knowing that any plans of studying were thrown out the window. “Are you kidding?” The hesitance is practically dripping from your voice, but it doesn’t deter him. But then again, it never did. He gives you a wide smile.

“Why not? We could make those big fluffy pancakes! Akaashi makes them all the time when we’re studying! They always taste amazing!” You give him a tired expression. You never knew how Akaashi handles him; even if he is his boyfriend.

“Maybe that’s because he knows how to cook, Bokouto. I don’t know how to cook.”

“I’ll be there to help out too!” He gives you a confident grin.

“Bokouto, you don’t know how to cook either.” You deadpan. He tsks at your negativity. “Could you go along with me for just once? I mean its pancakes; how hard could it be? Plus, it’s just following instructions.” Your shoulders slug at that. He did have a point; pancakes did sound easy, but…

“I don’t know Bo-” Your cut off by a hand grabbing your arm.

“I just found a recipe online! C’mon!” Bokouto eithers ignores your disapproval, or doesn’t hear you, as he practically drags you to your kitchen. He then proceeds to pick out and pull the ingredients necessary onto your counter. At this point, you realized that he just wasn’t going to listen, so you decided to bite the bullet and just go along with him. You rationalize this clearly stupid idea with the fact you’ll be eating pancakes, so it wouldn’t be that bad.

“(Name), what’s the difference between baking powder and baking soda? Because you only have baking soda.” You pause. “Umm… I think my parents told me once… But I don’t really remember…”

Bokouto only shrugs. “If they have similar names, they must be the similar. I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” You feel something deep in your soul telling you that this logic is extremely flawed, but you can’t really think of anything better than his logic, so you just keep quiet. He sets the baking soda on the counter along with the other ten other things that are now crowding your poor kitchen. He looks to you eagerly. “Let’s get started! We’re going to make the world’s best pancakes!” You can only give him a half-hearted slightly nervous smile, as you tie up your hair, so it doesn’t get in the way.

“So, what’s the first step?” He looks to his phone for the instructions. “To separate egg yolks and whites. Then mix the yolks with sugar, then milk and the baking soda. It should make a smooth batter.” You nod, pulling out the eggs. Separating the eggs were fairly easy, you’d done it a million times when helping your parents in the kitchen. But in Bokouto’s case, he found it much more difficult than you did. The ace didn’t have the most delicate hands, so it was expected for every egg that he touched to have the yolk broken by him. Forcing him to meticulously pick out the yolks out of the whites.

Eventually after offering to do it all for him, you followed the rest of the instructions, substituting baking soda for baking powder. When finished you were left with a relatively smooth batter. Other than the fact that you mistakenly let Bokouto use the hand mixer on high, leaving a mess that you’re sure will take hours to clean, you felt quite proud if you were being honest. Having never made anything except eggs, so you felt like you did a good job. You could tell Bokouto felt that same.

“Alright! We’re halfway there!” His voice filled with pride. “It’s just the first step, Bo. We still have like four more.” You see him deflate a little, which does make you smile slightly to yourself. “F-fine! Then we’re halfway to being halfway there!” He gains himself quickly going to read the next instructions. “We just gotta whip the egg whites and sugar now.” You nod as you do so, with this time you using the hand mixer, learning from your previous mistake. Your arm starts to get tired as you beat it into a frothy mixture. You stop, letting your arm rest.

“How long am I supposed to beat this for?” He checks the instructions. “It says ‘till stiff peaks.” You raise a brow in question. “What does that even mean?” Bokouto doesn’t respond, scrolling through the website, obviously trying to find a clearer description, only finding nothing. “It doesn’t say…” He pauses before his eyes light up in the ‘I have an idea’ way as he starts calling someone.

“Bokouto, what are you doing?”

“Calling Akaashi. If anyone would know, it’s him.” You feel your eyes widen. “Bokouto, you can’t do that!”

“Why not? We need help!”

“You can’t just call people ten o’clock at night to ask them a question you could easily search-”

“… Bokouto-san?” Your cut off by a tired voice on the phone. You slap your forehead.

“Hey, Akaashi I need your help. Me and (Name) are making those pancakes you always make and we’re beating the egg white and sugar thing and the recipe says to beat until stiff peaks, but we don’t what that means.” You were mistaken. Now would be the time to slap your forehead.

“You mean you’re making the meringue? Stiff peaks means when you pull away it holds it shape.” Bokouto gives you a look of ‘I told you so’, and you reply with the extremely mature move of sticking your tongue out.

“Okay, thanks babe. Love you.” And with that he hangs up the phone. You look at him, completely mortified. “I can’t believe you just did that.” He only leans his head it the side in confusion, obviously seeing nothing wrong with it. You hold the bridge of your nose. “Never mind.” You mumble as you going to whip the mixture until it holds its shape just like Akaashi said it would. Once finished you look to the ace for the next instructions.

“Now we just gotta put two and two together! Then we’re done!”

“We still have to cook it, Bo.” He gives you a semi-annoyed look. “You know what I mean.” You just shrug with a small smile on your face. He notices it immediately and nudges you slyly, playfulness in his eyes. “You’re having fun aren’t you?” You try to give a look of indifference, but he’s known you too long to know that its fake.

To be honest, you were having fun. With you two being in your last year of high school, and him and his club, plus him spending his time with Akaashi, you two rarely ever had any time other the couple hours you saw each other each week. And those times would just be him napping on your couch or you helping him study for a final that he’ll inevitably fail. Sure, you savoured all the time you could with him, but it’s been a long time since the two of you did something just for the heck of it.

And you missed it.

“Well, it’d be more fun if I knew that I didn’t have to clean up the mess we’ve made.” Bokouto looks bashful at that, and you let out a small laugh. You take his phone to look at the instructions more thoroughly. “Alright, it says to fold in the batter. So mix it gently.” He nods giving you a look of determination. You watch him mix the two mixtures with the upmost care, you could really tell that he didn’t want to mess it up, which makes sense considering that he wants to eat it.

Eventually the mixtures look mixed in fairly well, with no streaks and looking considerably lighter. You were getting more excited for the final result with each passing minute. You brought out your pan and ring molds for the final step. You turn to place them on the counter when you see your owl-like friend dip in his finger to taste the batter curiously.

“Hey, no!” You bat his hand away before he got the chance to touch it. Bokouto lets out a small noise of pain before rubbing his hand and pouting.

“That’s got raw eggs, you get sick from that!” You scold him, and he rolls his eyes. “But, (Name), I’m so hungry!” He pleads, and you can’t stop the sigh that escapes your throat. “You have the patience of a toddler, you know that?” He opens to his mouth to counter your claim, but only closes it in actualization that your right. You shake your head slightly and grab his phone once more.

“Okay, it says to leave on medium low heat, and to cover them with a towel to cook in the steam.” You motion for the towel on your counter, and Bokouto hands it to you, you throw it over your shoulder as you bring out a random pan and turn the heat onto medium low as instructed. Fortunately, you did have ring molds in your house, so it quite easy and clean to pout the batter into the pan, sprinkle a little water, and place the towel and cover on top.

“How long is it supposed to cook?”

“About five minutes.” You nod, looking around your kitchen. “I guess I could start cleaning up…” You start to take the extra dishes and appliances to the sink, washing the excess batter off them. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bokouto pacing back and forth, eyeing the pan anxiously.

“Oi, staring at it isn’t going to cook them any faster. Come help with these dishes.” He keeps his eye on the pan while walking towards the sink, and you start giving him stuff to dry. Eventually, he stops focusing on it, and you two fall into a nice rhythm, washing and drying. Talking about anything that came to mind. School, volleyball, studies, Akaashi…

You two were so into it you almost forgot about the pancakes.

At least until you begin to smell smoke.

You turn curiously to the pan on the flame, only to freak out when the towel you set on top was half caught in fire.

“HOL-HOLY SHIT!” You brain turns to complete mush as all you can do it scream and point to the tiny fire. Your sudden panic causes Bokouto to fall into the same pattern of behaviour, basically letting out panicked hoots. You smack his arm.

“BOKOUTO PUT IT OUT!”

“WHAT?! WHY ME?!”

“I DON’T WANT TO BURN MYSELF!”

“AND I SHOULD?!”

“THIS WAS YOUR IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE!” Bokouto still makes no effort to move it, still yelling and panicking like an idiot. Seeing him actually gives you the courage to try and smother out the fire. Its like your mind finally decided to kick into gear and act. (In hindsight, its probably because you didn’t want your cause of death to be pancakes.) You take a deep breath and quickly take the pan off the stove and shove it under the sink, letting the cool water smother out the fire. You both quiet down as the smoke floats up from the pan, only being able to hear the water running down and both your heavy pants.

“You’re a wimp.” You finally say. But you don’t think Bokouto hears you. The look on his face is complete agony, as he stares down the ruined food.

“My-my… Pancakes…” He manages to say brokenly. You look down at the pan as well, to see chard, mushes of batter.

Yeah… you really shouldn’t have expected anything. Cooking was never one of your strong suits.

You’ll just have to leave that one to Akaashi…

#fanfic #haikyuu #drabble #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #keiji akaashi #humour #one shot #fluff

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sandburialao3 · 1 year

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BokuAka

28 484 words

Summary :

Akaashi is getting kicked out, and he needs to find somewhere to live quickly. A friendly jock renting a room offers to let him live with him.

/ "Bokuto had a universe for a heart, yet Akaaahi was always stunned to have a place in it." /

This is part 3 of my half doomed series, but it can be enjoyed on its own ; it does not need the context

#bokuaka one shot #bokuaka fic #bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #haikyuu

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bokutospandex · 2 years

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3 AM

Bokuto: If potatoes were alive would a german potato speak german and a french fry speak french

Akaashi: why

#haikyuu headcanons #bokuaka #akaashi #haikyuu!!#bokuto #bokuto x akaashi one shot #bokuto x akaashi

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boomboomberry7 · 2 years

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Another

Unrequited Love- Semi Eita- Another

You watched from the back, watching the person that once loved you. He was having fun playing his guitar and singing to the lyrics. He looked magnificent doing what he loves. His fingers danced along the strings of the guitar.

When the concert was coming to an end, Semi spoke up. “Hey, everyone! Its lovely to have everyone of you here today!” The crowd screamed and cheered. “I actually have someone that I want you to meet.” His smile brighten the room, his words were music to your ears. “I want you to meet my girlfriend! The love of my life!” He pointed in the crowd and the light shined on her. He beckoned her to come on the stage.

When she walked on the stage everyone was awed by her, she was beautiful.

But that was supposed to be you.

You walked out of the concert and walked to the near by park.

The love of his life wa supposed to be you. You supported him through everything. You supported him since you guys were in high school.

You watched his every performance until he got famous, until everything ended. Until you were no longer the love of his life.

Why though? What happened?

Fame wasn’t the thing that got into his head. The people around him did.

Flashback

“Hey guys, meet my girlfriend Y/n.” Semi introduced yo to his friends. You guys all chatted and you excused yourself to use the restroom.

When you finished and walked back to the room, you were about to open the door but you heard your name. So you listened in “You sure you want to stay in a relationship? The girl will hold you back from fame.” “He is right Semi-Kun, you should find someone that has a good image not some village girls.” “Yeah, you need a good image in this industry.” “I dropped my girl because she wasn’t dressing up and made my image look bad.”

Flashback ended

It kept going the insults and the persuading. They all ended up in his head. Then he ended everything without another word.

But they were right. You would only bring him down. You were a nobody with someone who is a somebody. But it hurts you because you were there for him, you loved him. Yet he left just like that. You still love him but now he loves another.

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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nsfw akaashi keiji headcannons

what's it? smut allergen warning/s? fem!reader [no pronouns mentioned], [only brief because these are just headcannons]: hints to masturbation, teasing, oral, hair pulling, body worship sugar level? 0.6k regulars? @hanayanetwork

♧ he's not the most experienced person out there. it comes as no surprise that the only people he sleeps with are his long-term partners. he just isn't comfortable being that intimate with a stranger. but that being said, he's still one of the most skilled because he's so interested in what makes people tick. he can observe his partner and figure out what they like pretty easily, he doesn't even have to consciously think about it, really.

♧ has a hidden box full of polaroid pictures of his partner nude which he uses when he's horny and they're not around. he took those photos and stores them under his bed with their consent, of course.

♧ quite iffy about doing more kinky things at first, but after a discussion with his partner and doing research into it that's just as thorough, he starts to like it.

♧ the one to bring condoms whenever he's with his partner. he's very responsible and reliable in all aspects of the word.

♧ a switch, but usually prefers being a bottom. if he's being the dom, he's a power bottom or a pleasure dom.

♧ very subtle when trying to tell his partner he wants to fuck whenever they're in public. he lets his hand linger on their thigh and whispers sweetheart, lets go home into their ear. normally, most people would not think anything of this, but there's a neediness in his eye that lets his partner know of what he wants.

♧ always cleans his partner up after and reminds them to go pee to reduce the likelihood of getting a urinary tract infection.

♧ always makes sure his partner cums. and on that topic, always makes sure his partner cums before him, whether that be with his mouth & tongue or with his dick. to him, it just feels weird when they don't.

♧ there are times when he read erotica before bed like it's a damn bedtime story.

♧ just like with everybody else, it took him a long time to find his groove during his first few times because knowing what his partner likes is an entirely different thing than being able to actually do it. however, he was a natural with his fingers and his mouth. can easily make his partner cum with it in less than fifteen minutes if he wanted to. likes prolonging the pleasure most of the time though.

♧ look, his partner could be sobbing and babbling incoherent things because of his mouth, rubbing themselves on his thigh, but unless they outright say they want him to fuck them, it is not happening. it doesn't matter that he can feel how wet they are, that there's a wet spot in their underwear that's starting to seep through his trousers as we speak. he still needs to hear those words.

♧ one time, his partner volunteered to give him head from under the table while he did his latest work and he said yes. he ended up getting nothing done aha. did get laid that night though so it's still a win for him.

♧ please do not pull on his hair in public. he Will moan.

♧ body worship! he loves it, either giving or receiving, preferably both. he loves kissing at every inch of his partner, especially at the part they're most insecure about and he loves being on the receiving end of all that loving too.

♧ hates quickies. he likes taking his time to savor the feeling of him and his partner at such an intimate state. he likes taking his time touching them, praising them, and making them feel good.

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keijislvr · 2 years

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more nsfw college boyfie akaashi texts? 🫶🏼

oh for sure <3 i’ll work on them later so maybe this evening you can expect them? i also have iwaoi ones otw but i wanna write a little smthn to go with it first

#might turn college boyfie akaashi into a one shot <3 #anons #asks

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imaginethathaikyuu · 7 months

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this is a part 2 to this drabble

akaashi keiji, fem reader, NSFW 18+ wc: 434

“what do you think? do you want a third?”

it’d been too long. keiji said he was going to work you up, but you didn’t think he meant it.

so, “no.” you whined every word, and he clung to the sound. “want you to fuck me, keiji.”

he nodded, and his tongue lapped at your neck, and his fingers inside you curled. “yeah? you just want this cock, huh?”

your answer was your nails dragging down his shoulders and his name leaving your lips.

two fingers slid out, and three slipped inside. you were long gone, all out of control, and with his free hand he picked up yours. it was limp until he pressed it against his dick - then, you were pumping it, acting greedy.

“you want to put the condom on?”

you were losing yourself again; in the curl of his fingers, the gravel in his voice, the weight of him in your hand. you could hardly take it.

“or are you going to let me fuck you raw like i know you need it?”

“yes, yes, yes.”

“i know you don’t let him cum inside. are you gonna let me? i know you need it, you need this cunt filled up, baby, don’t you?”

and there was nothing you could do, besides lie there and wait. wait for him to give you what you wanted.

he would, and knowing that was bliss.

he moaned into your mouth, spoke against your lips. “need you to say it - please, baby, tell me.”

“keiji.” it was your new favorite thing to say. the simple word, his name, encompassed everything you thought about. only him.

and he knew. the look on his face proved it.

he held himself up on one strong arm, hovering over you so close but too far away. you couldn’t look away from the glint in his eyes, or the pretty smirk he couldn’t get rid of.

had you ever wanted someone so much?

your hand molded to his jaw like it was made to fit there. he ducked to kiss your wrist and if he wanted to take a bite out of you, you’d let him.

“are you gonna tell me? or are you just gonna keep whining?”

you pulled him down, you kissed him wherever you could reach, and he kept you feeling good but not good enough.

and all of a sudden, he left you empty. “you’re going to learn to ask for what you want. if you want this cock?” you felt it, pressing, the tip of him just barely pushing inside. “you’re going to fucking beg for it.”

send me a request and i might write it

#akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji smut #smut #drabble #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu one shot #haikyuu x you #hq #not family friendly

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yanderecrazysie · 9 months

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Can I request a yandere akaashi keiji with a darling who is as smart as he is but he didn't know that since she acts like she is dumb or something

The minute I saw this, I knew it’d be fun to write.

Also, I think it’s fascinating to think: what if a yandere fell in love with a personality you were faking and not the real you?

Title: Expectation

Pairings: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes,

Summary: To everyone, even Akaashi, you’re lazy and not the sharpest tool in the shed… but maybe that’s just what you want them to think.

expectation

/noun/

a belief that someone will or should achieve something.

Expectations are a fickle thing.

If you work too hard, achieve too much, you’ll end up being expected to do the same in every category for the rest of your life. You’d watched too many kid geniuses crumble under that very pressure in adulthood to say that was a good thing.

But you? You’d figured out the secret to it all.

Just play dumb.

If no one expected much out of you, then wasn’t that the best case scenario?

When you put forth the smallest amount of effort, everyone was surprised and impressed. When you failed? No one batted an eye.

Why put all that pressure on yourself when there was a better way?

At least, that’s how you saw it.

Akaashi walked alongside you, talking idly about the science competition going on between the different chemistry courses the university had. He didn’t go too far into detail, since he knew you wouldn’t understand. You weren’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, he’d learned that since day one of meeting you.

But that’s how he liked you.

Maybe a part of him enjoyed the superiority of being more intelligent than you. A sense of power surged through him every time you got that confused little look on your face.

But there was always something more to those expressions. Like some deeper emotion lurked under the surface. It always bothered him that he couldn’t figure out what it was.

You smiled, “That sounds fun! Which one is chemistry again?”

There it was again. The way one side of your mouth quirked upwards as though you were enjoying a joke that he wasn’t a part of. The way your eyes slid a little to the left, as though you were trying to avoid making eye contact whenever you spoke.

The little details that made him wonder if you were lying to him.

To anyone else, to even him at first, you seemed so genuinely airheaded. Blissfully unaware was the term he once would have used to describe you.

But lately, he wasn’t so sure.

You made him second guess everything he was feeling, in a way. In another way, it was enticing, like a secret the two of you almost shared.

There was a mystery behind your actions, he could sense it. And Akaashi loved a good mystery. He had always been good at solving them and he’d be damned if the best one walked out of his life.

His obsession with you had been overrun by an obsession with uncovering what was under that dumb smile you plastered on your pretty face. He felt like he was going insane, fixating on such a little aspect that might not even exist. It could be his imagination and yet he couldn’t let it go!

Who were you really? Akaashi thought he’d known you so well, even though you had just recently become friends. He had been convinced that he knew you better than you knew yourself.

Now? He wasn’t sure he knew the first thing about you.

What’s worse, he had no idea what you thought about him. You insisted silly little things like “I love everyone” and “You’re so nice, Akaashi”, but is that what you really believed? You seemed so guarded when you said things like that… he couldn’t tell anymore.

He wanted to rip his hair out in frustration. You were nothing like he’d initially thought and he couldn’t tell if he loved or hated that.

You weren’t nearly as dumb as everyone thought, but acting like you were was a useful tool. It attracted boys like Akaashi and wrapped them around your pinky finger. You’d tricked countless men into buying you things and doing what you wanted, all while thinking they were the ones to come up with the idea.

You’d thought Akaashi would be the same as them, but he really just gave you the creeps. While you pretended to sail past the red flags, you were actually very prepared. Every conversation recorded, every meeting place teeming with trusted friends, and every word scrutinized.

He was clearly in love with you, so you decided to drive him away. There was no way you could reveal that you were actually fairly intelligent, not when you’d worked so hard to earn the reputation as an airhead. So you settled on giving him hints, until you could tell that he was ripping himself in two over it.

Strangely, he hadn’t been driven away quite yet. You assumed that, if his type was “dumb and pretty”, he’d be turned off by a smart chick, but so far you’d been unsuccessful.

Maybe you didn’t understand just how deep his love went.

Or maybe you’d find out when he resolved to make you as dumb as he wanted.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere one shot #one shot #yandere x reader #yandere akaashi #akaashi keiji

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THE MOST ATTRACTIVE PERSON IN THE ROOM

timeskip iwaizumi x gn!reader ft. msby + osamu, akaashi | 1.5k words, swearing, implied alcohol, suggestive?

“okay, iwaizumi, i dare you to…” hinata drawls, tapping the wooden floor beneath him—the beat of the song that he’s gotten stuck in everyone’s heads today, you note.

“hmmm….”

“this is why we can’t play truth or dare with you, shoyo.” atsumu groans, though there’s a lopsided smile that accompanies it, before taking a sip of his drink. condensation drips down the side and he wipes it with the sleeve of his jacket.

“as if you didn’t steal my dare idea last turn!”

“can’t steal somethin’ that was never yours in the first place.”

“huh? i literally said it out loud.”

“i thought it before y’said it.”

“what?!”

“holy shit, get back to the dare.” osamu snorts and throws a pillow at their heads. “’m gonna have to retire by the time hinata comes up with 3 syllables.”

you laugh softly from your spot on the couch above. hajime snickers next to you, his arm hanging loosely above you.

not around you, of course. just above, on the couch, close enough to brush your head every time you lean a little too far back—which is why you’ve curled further into the edge instead, feet tucked under the throw blanket you had gifted hinata a few months earlier.

emboldened by the conversation as distraction, you let your eyes shift to loom at him. his cheeks are flushed, and eyes crinkled as he watches his team in amusement. there’s an almost empty drink in his left hand, more clinking ice than beverage. but he brings it to his lips to take another sip, and you watch, and you wish you could stop watching, but your eyes seem fixated on his lips as they meet the edge of his glass, and the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.

the sound of bickering is muffled, and you should look away, really, it’d be embarrassing if he caught you, but he’s scratching the side of his neck, and he looks really good, and—

“okay, fine, iwaizumi.” hinata brings your focus back to the room and stares with sudden determination. “i dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

the two stare at each other. no immediate snarky remark or laughter follows.

you blink.

you think everyone blinks, actually.

your eyes flicker to hajime again, and you watch his mouth again, though this time it opens and closes twice, three times, as if words would appear if it silently lured them. “...i—what?”

“pfft—”

“don’t feel like getting kissed tonight, sorry, bro. alright, bo, you’re up next, right?”

“oh! yeah, wait, we’re skipping iwa?”

“oh, shut up, ’tsumu, like yer dumbass is the most attractive person in here.”

“i am, actually. objectively, even.”

“you have a twin, atsumu.”

“not seein’ your point here ’kaashi?”

“y’callin’ me ugly?”

“technically jus’ less attractive, but yeah, yer ugly.”

“guys,” you warn. you think bokuto’s still confused on who’s turn it is, while osamu’s put his drink down and sitting up straighter. “drop it. and hajime, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“yeah, but you’ll have to take a shot,” atsumu interjects.

“thought you as the self-proclaimed ‘most attractive person’ were gonna stop him anyway. was he supposed t’drink a shot if he picked ya?”

“no, we would’ve both taken shots.”

hajime raises a brow. “what? as the guy who’s supposed to have the dare—what the hell kind of logic is that? you know what—”

he lets out an exasperated sigh and moves his arm from behind you to rest on his thigh. and it’s not like it was touching you in the first place, but the vacancy makes the back of your neck feel a little colder. “fuck it, i’m tipsy enough.”

“fine, y’can kiss my cheek—”

“i’m not kissing you, atsumu,” hajime just less than growls.

atsumu puts his hands up in surrender while hinata snickers, and you think osamu’s building up to an “i told you so,” but you’re too busy watching the man next to you to really know.

there’s tension in his shoulders as he places his glass on his coaster—one of two that have actually been used, the other drinks leaving rings of water in their place. it’s a wonder that hinata has any in the first place.

your eyes move from his leg that’s started to bounce, to his hands that start to fiddle with the watch on his wrist, and then his mouth where he bites a lip.

and then they move up again, just a little higher, to his eyes—

which are already set on you.

neither of you say anything. but then his eyes flicker down to your lips, and a quick heat builds in your face, your ears, your neck. something in you thinks it must be a joke, but hajime’s already flushed face turns more red, and the (big) part of you that has a crush on him is just a little happy it seems to be because of you.

there’s no time to process that further though, his silence is enough to get the attention of the others anticipating his choice.

atsumu only looks between the both of you for a second before clapping his hands together. “ohh, ohoho—”

“ooh, iwa!”

“huh? ohh—”

“can you guys be normal for 2 minutes?” sakusa sighs and leans back into his chair, deciding to stare at the ceiling instead of his teammates if only for a moment. “and if you two are going to kiss, can you do it faster before my brain shuts down?”

“rude.”

hajime ignores them and clears his throat before facing you properly, shifting so one leg is propped on the couch underneath him. taking it as your cue, you sit up and collect your blanket to one side.

the room hasn’t been this quiet since you arrived first and offered to help set up. but it isn’t suffocating—the quiet is a buzz, and seems to sit in anticipation just as much as you.

“can i?” hajime asks softly.

you nod, your only hesitation is in wondering if he’s serious.

but even a little hesitation is enough. his lips purse, and a concerned crinkle appears between hajime’s brows that you almost want to reach to smooth out, its existence, you promise, unnecessary. he says your name. “seriously, we don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable.”

you’re shaking your head before he’s done his sentence. “it’s okay, haji.”

“ooh, haji—”

“shuddup, ’tsumu.”

“is it weird i feel awkward watching this?”

“aw, c’mon, ’ji, they’re cute.”

the conversation is an odd comfort as it dulls the sharp attention on you, the tension your body seems to hold everywhere.

hajime moves closer, shrinking the gap between you until your legs touch and you can count the inches between you on two hands. his cologne is easy to notice, and you wish you could pinpoint the fragrant notes, maybe write them down in your head to look for later. (you wonder if that's a weird thing to do.)

the lips your eyes had lingered on maybe a dozen times just tonight are a lot easier to watch as his tongue pokes out to lick them. subconsciously, you do the same.

then a hand comes up, hesitates before finding place on your cheek, and you let yourself lean into its touch. it’s odd—how you wished the arm behind you on the couch would accidentally move a little closer just a few minutes ago, and now your face is being held instead. you wonder if you could ever get used to it.

for a split (embarrassing) second, you even let yourself wonder what it would be like to wake up to the same touch and owner in bed beside you.

hajime looks at you, and you smile when your eyes lock. and maybe it’s your own drink kicking in, but you reach for his free hand to lace your fingers in between his as you nod once more, look at his lips one more time.

his chest rises as he takes a deep breath.

“seriously, guys, if ya don’t kiss already ’samu’s gonna start going bald.”

“the fuck?”

you can’t help the laugh that escapes you or the warm breath that hits hajime’s skin, nor can you fully get rid of the smile on your face as hajime murmurs what sounds like a “for fuck’s sake,” beneath one of his own and leans in.

and then he kisses you.

and you think there’s cheering, clapping and something about losing a bet on who’d kiss who first.

but it doesn’t matter—not while you’re finally finding out how soft hajime’s lips are, while his grip on your hand tightens, while his thumb rubs your skin and fingers moves closer to the back of your neck to pull you closer, closer.

your free hand comes to wrap around his shoulder, and he lets go of the other to reach around your back. somewhere in the back of your head you wonder how long (how deep?) a kiss is acceptable in front of an audience, but you can hear, feel, hajime take a deep breath as he pulls you close enough that his chest is pressed against yours, and you think the others can look away themselves when it’s too much—there’s someone more important to you.

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