#bokuto comfort

[khrysomallos]

i saw a tiktok today comparing possessive vs protective boyfriends and it got me thinking something about a protective bokuto and mmmmmm

when people first meet bokuto, they typically peg him as the “golden retriever” boyfriend (don’t get me wrong he totally is). but he’s much smarter than people give him credit for. so much smarter.

bokuto is confident in himself, he’s confident in his relationship (unless in one of his moods.. ya know) and he trusts you whole heartedly.

you’re out at a bar with a group of people, a mix of your friends and bokuto’s. you’re at the bar getting some drinks for the table when someone slides onto the stool beside you. the stranger looks you up and down and begins a conversation. “haven’t seen you around here before, where you from?”

you answer, as it’s not in your nature to be inherently rude. “i’m visiting a friend,” you smile politely and look to the person beside you. a tall man, with a fairly slender build. his hair is neatly swept to the side.

“from out of town then? let me treat you to some home town hospitality then,” as he flags down the bar tender.

you shake your head, telling the man that you’ve already ordered a few drinks for you and your friends. he pushes on, insisting he gets you a drink - which in turn ends up being a shot. he pushes the shot glass towards you, his snake like eyes narrowing as he sticks his tongue out to tease you. you’re frustrated he isn’t catching onto your polite rejections.

“c’mon pretty, let loose and have some fun.”

you shake your head, “thank you for the offer, but i’m here celebrating my friend tonight. i’m flattered but i’m not interested, really.”

it’s as if this much more blatant rejection eggs the man on more.

bokuto, from across the bar, sits silently as he watches the interaction. he’s leaned back in his chair, slowly stirring his straw around his cup. he’s well aware of how good you look tonight, and he’s well aware of the fact that everyone checks you out as you walk by. it gives him a boost of pride knowing you’re going home with him. they can look all they want.

his eyes assessed every shift in your body language. he sees your eyebrows furrow, the way you’re leaned away from the man. how you take slow controlled breaths to regulate your frustration, he knows that to be a tell from your years together.

kuroo leans towards him, “aren’t ya gonna go over there?” and points his head in the direction of the bar.

bokuto shakes his head, “they’re more than capable of handling themselves. i don’t need to do anything,” he lets out a long breath himself.

kuroo’s eyebrows raise, “you’re better than me. if kenma was getting hit on infront of me, i would be sliding in to introduce myself.” he chuckles to himself and nudges kenma, who just snorts.

“he can try but they’ll rip a strip off him if they need too,” bokuto continues to watch the interaction between you and the stranger. the man presses on, pushing the drink towards you and waving to the bartender again even though you’ve turned down the drink. bokuto never worries in these situations, he knows you can handle yourself, and he would never want to overstep a boundary of you taking care of something.

so he waits. he watches.

his jaw tightens as he watches the next interaction. he sees the man place his hand on your lower back. his eyes darken, he could care less about this stranger. what bothers bokuto, what makes his eyes narrow, is the way you flinch and move away from the touch, how you push out your hand, hitting the man’s chest to create space between the two of you. you begin to say something, pointing your finger at him like you’re about to lecture him. but then man doesn’t respect the space, moving closer and leaning down to speak into your ear. bokuto’s hand tightens around his glass.

he waits. he watches. he assesses.

you take a step back, and that’s when you give the man a shove with both hands. bokuto smirks.

the man shakes his head in disbelieve, and begins saying something. you finally look over to your boyfriend, with tight lips and pleading eyes. your face says everything it needs too. a silent call from across the room.

bokuto would never step in by taking over something you were dealing with. he knows you’re more than capable. he also knows there are times when you’re just too overwhelmed and need help. those are times where he’ll step in, only when you ask.

bokuto throws back the rest of his drink before excusing himself from the table.

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[kemistre]

εïз┊𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 — feat. bokuto koutarou, suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurou

synopsis. how haikyuu boys comfort you when you've had a bad day

— content warnings. none! just comfy stuff <3 — word count. 670

εïз┊author's note. here's this inspired by the awful birthday i had today!!!

εïз┊b. koutarou

his excited grin turned into a concerned frown as you walked through the door with teary eyes. he mumbled your name, his furrowed brows and small voice crack showed how much it hurt him to see you this way. with daunting steps, he hugged you tight, pulling you into his chest while whispering little words of comfort into your ear. his callous hands rubbing circles into your back made you sink into him, huggin him back even tighter as he spoke. "hug me as tight as you need baby." he calmed you down, little by little until you told him what happened for you to be so, so upset.

εïз┊s. rintatou

he heard the front door shut forcefully as he laid on the couch, his phone in his hands. he paused, hearing your quiet footsteps coming towards him as he glanced up from his phone to see you with watery eyes and a scowl on your lips. he set his phone on his chest, slowly raising himself up so he leaned his back on the arm of the couch. he stretched out his arms, motioning for you to come over and without a second thought, you nuzzled into his chest and hugged him close. he smoothed back your hair as you sobbed into him, placing a delicate kiss on your head as his other hand snaked around your lower back. "just let it all out, don't hold anything back, okay baby?"

εïз┊o. tooru

it wasn't soon after you'd gotten home that he realized you weren't yourself. it didn't take him long at all to figure those kinds of things out. so, he approached you in the kitchen where you'd set down your things, opening his arms with those kind, understanding eyes, his lips curling into a sad smile. you let yourself fall into him, the tears finally streaming down your cheeks from the day of holding them in. you held his jacket for support as he swayed, humming a little tune as to calm your racing thoughts. "you're doing so amazing, angel, i'm so proud of you for getting through the day."

εïз┊m. osamu

he never thought of leaving your side as you sat on the couch, you head in your hands. he rubbed circles into your back, hoping to calm you down without knowing what caused your breakdown. you sobbed into your hands, fear of speaking and making yourself cry more. you felt him get up from the couch, his hand smoothing back your hair as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "ya don't have ta say anythin' darlin', but let me try ta cheer ya up, yeah?" he took your hands from your face, pulling you up from the couch slowly as his worried frown soon turned into a kind smile. he took your hand in his, leading you to the kitchen where he turned on some soft and relaxing music, showing you how he always made your favorite meal.

εïз┊k. tetsurou

he stared at your quivering lips, your teeth biting your bottom lip as you walked into your shared bedroom. he sat in bed, reading a book on chemistry as he'd done every night before bed for months. he sighed, giving you a sad smile before getting up from where he sat, holding your cheeks in his hands. his hands slid down to your own, slowly leading you to the bed where he pulled up the covers, letting you plop onto the bed as you stared up at him with doey eyes. before you knew it, he had helped you into your pajamas and gotten you ready for bed and getting back to his spot. he pulled the blankets over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you and lightly resting his cheek on your head, every so often placing a simple kiss upon your head. he hugged you tighter the more you cried, and he was willing to wait as long as you needed to be able to talk to him. "i'm here for you every step of the way, my love."

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[cottonlemonade]

Hi can I order a medium grape lemonade with a slice of grape for Bokuto! I rlly love your work and ice been reading a lot of it! Thank you so much!

Scream It From The Rooftops

word count: 1095 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: Bokuto x chubby female manager!Reader

genre: comfort

warnings: mentions of anxiety and academic pressure

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“This suuucks.“, Bokuto groaned next to you, ruffling his spiky hair in frustration, “How is a person supposed to remember all of this at once? I feel like my head is about to explode. I need like a second brain in a jar for extra storage. I could bring it with me to the exam and … use a plug or something to harness its knowledge. Yeah! Oh, y/n, I think I‘m really onto something here. Y/n? Hello? Earth to manager?“

You felt a finger poke your shoulder, but didn‘t respond. The words on the page before you had begun to blur and you noticed, with a start, the familiar stinging pressure building behind your eyes. Thick tears soon spilled onto your notes, smearing the ink. “Y/n-chan.“, Bokuto sounded worried when he poked you again, a little gentler this time, “Was the brain thing too gross?“

“I can‘t do it.“, you muttered.

“Do what?“

Your shoulders began to shake, sobs formed in your throat.

“Hey… hey, what‘s going on?“ The captain put an arm reassuringly around your shoulder. A couple of whispers made him look up. Students strewn about in the library had turned their attention to the blubbering, hiccup-ing mess next to him, some peeped out from between bookshelves.

It was rare for Bokuto to become angry. In fact, you had only ever seen it once and it was probably the scariest you had ever experienced the tall, usually bouncy sweetheart.

His golden eyes hardened, jaw clenched and in a firm true captain‘s voice he snapped, “Mind your own business!“

The students quickly went back to their notes or busied themselves with dusty volumes.

“Come on, y/n.“, he said, his voice sweet again and pulled you to your feet.

The tears left hot streaks across your chubby cheeks and you felt the mess your eyes, nose and mouth were making but you couldn‘t stop.

Holding your hand securely in his, he led you out of the library and towards the staircase, ignoring the pointing from people you passed. Bokuto dragged you up a flight, then a second, then a third until finally pushing open the door to the rooftop.

As soon as the heavy metal door fell into the lock behind you, he pulled you into his arms and you broke. You bawled. You hadn‘t done that since you were a child and right now it felt like it had been long overdue. Bokuto‘s strong arms just tightened, holding you close and safe. You brought your own arms up to finally hug him back. He leaned down a bit to engulf you further, making sure to cover as much of your shaking body with pressure as he could. He knew from experience that external pressure helped with an anxiety attack. At least he hoped it was the same for you as it was for him… Many times before you had dragged him out of a dark spiral. From thoughts of failure and disappointment and shame. You‘ve never judged him once, hadn‘t made fun of him when you found him hiding under a table for the first time. You simply offered a shoulder to lean on, an open ear and a hug. He was so relieved he could finally do the same for you.

He felt you trying to pull out of his arms and loosened his grip a bit.

You stared at his shoes, your sobs having calmed down but tears were still dripping on the concrete. Your breathing was shallow and ragged. Bokuto dug around in his pockets for a tissue but could only produce a napkin he had left over from lunch. Before your study session he had gotten himself a taiyaki in the cafeteria and some spilled red bean paste was stuck to the middle. Lips pursed in thought he refolded the napkin so he could offer the clean side to you.

“It‘s all I have right now…“

You accepted it gratefully and blew your nose.

He used the sleeve of his white school button down to carefully dab at your eyes and cheeks.

“Do you wanna talk about it?“

You shook your head. To be fair, it wasn‘t difficult at this point to put together what had upset you.

He pulled you in for a second round of hugs, this time gently running his large hand over your back.

“It‘s all gonna be just fine.“, he said quietly, “And I know, it‘s not much but even if you don't ace every single test, the team won‘t think less of you. We‘ll still love ya.“

You gave a hollow chuckle and he added pressure again to his hold.

“Thank you.“, you mumbled into his shirt.

“You are so very welcome, y/n-chan.“

You let go of him and took a somewhat deep shaky breath, feeling your tears ebb away.

“You know what always helps me? Besides you, that is.“

Still sniffling, you looked at him curiously.

He held up a finger for you to signal to pay attention, then stepped into the middle of the roof, took a deep breath and let out a long scream.

Your eyes widened in panic and you tried to shush him but he just shook his head and came over to get you to join him.

“Come on, give it a try. It‘s pretty awesome.“

“I don‘t know…“

“Come on, we can do it together. On the count of three.“

You couldn‘t believe you were doing this. But sure enough when he finished his countdown you filled your lungs as much as you could and yelled.

You felt the tension subsiding and with another deep breath, screamed again. Bokuto grinned and cheered you on.

“HEY, WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING UP THERE - STOP IT!“, you heard a teacher scolding from the courtyard below.

And you broke into hysterical giggles. It took a while to come down from the laughing fit.

“How do you feel?“, Bokuto asked, beaming.

“Better. So much better. Thank you so much.“

“Great! Come on, we have one last thing to do.“

And he grabbed your hand again to pull you along just as before.

You stopped in front of his locker. Once opened, he gave you a slightly smooshed packet of wet wipes you used to clean your face, then with his signature confident grin he reached for something between his books and held up a handful of little chocolates.

You frowned in confusion. “Why do you have these? You don‘t like mint-chocolate.“

“I know.“, he said and a light blush crept into his cheeks, “But you do.“

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a/n: this got so out of hand. Thank you very much for your sweet words! I hope it’s a kind of comfort you were asking for 🌟 thank you for the request!

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[shiraishi-mai]

Ok but just imagine having such a healthy lifestyle, both physically and mentally, with Bokuto.

Waking up groaning and stretching in a room with a plush duvet and both of you go to brush your teeth, playfully shoving each other as you stand side-by-side in front of the mirror. You make the bed (albeit half-heartedly) as he leaves for a quick morning run. When you walk into the kitchen, you pull out overnight oats from the fridge and begin to slice some fruit while Bokuto shuffles in, hair wet from his post-run shower and a towel slung over his broad shoulders. He goes to open curtains covering large windows and the light pours into a minimalist, white and grey themed living room (you've both laughed at how the aesthetic kind of matches his hair) and he comes beside you, forearms resting on a marble countertop as you continue slicing. He nudges you softly and you look at him curiously to see his mouth open and eyebrows lifted in expectancy. You grumble about how he's a child but feed him a piece anyway and he smiles triumphantly. You shake your head but you can't help feeling a warmth in your cheeks and your heart beat just a bit a bit faster.

A couple times a week, both of you don nice athletic wear and hit the gym together. You're sweaty and huffing on the treadmill when his face pops up next to you, giving you a thumbs up. You poke his cheek and shoo him away. When you check to see where he is after a while, you spot him deadlifting. His tank top shows off buff arms and his shorts have ridden up to show thighs bulging with muscle as he squats. You feel hot for a different reason than your run, and when his eyes lock on yours through the mirror he smiles knowingly.

You text him while he's at practice telling him not to strain himself too much and he reminds you to drink enough water throughout the day. When you both get home, you unwind on the couch, recounting your days. After a while, he turns in to sleep and you decide to stay up a little more to finish your favourite show but you hear him shuffling behind you soon after. He frowns and leans against the doorframe saying how you shouldn't stay up so late and he won't be able to sleep without you. You bite your lip to try and stop a smile. How could you resist those puppy dog eyes?

He gently talks about all the positive aspects of your life and how strong you are when you're anxious and having a mental breakdown. His love language is physical touch and he holds you so you can bury your face in the crook of his neck, tears dampening his shirt but he doesn't care at all. When you finally lift your head and give him a watery smile, he gets up and offers a hand. He tugs when you grasp it and eliciting a squeak from you. He pulls you close and begins to sway, slow-dancing and gazing into your eyes as if you're the most precious thing in his life. And you are. When you press your head against his chest, you can hear his heartbeat and know without a doubt that he is yours as well.

When he's having a bad-day, you lead him to the bed and lie you both down. His arms automatically wrap around your waist and he rests his head on your chest as you lay on your back. Your fingers card through his soft hair and there's a short silence until you gently ask what happened. After he's finished venting, you talk about how proud you are of him and how incredible he is and how he's exhilarating every single time you watch him play. You pout when he doesn't say anything for a second and suddenly you're gasping as he tickles your sides and you both play fight on the bed, giggling like children. You 'win' (let's be real he lets you) and you look down at him with adoring eyes as you sit on top of him, straddling him, and he puts his large hands on your waist. He looks at you with the same adoration and suddenly says 'thank you' in a quiet voice. You don't respond but rather bend down, place a hand on his cheek, and give him a long, deep kiss. 'Anytime,' you say with a grin as you part.

It's a healthy relationship. Sure you have your fights, but the two of you are pretty open about communicating (more he has no filter and catches you off guard so you blurt out how you feel in response) so it's nothing you can't work through. However, you almost never fight. You're both just two people, having fun together and finding a home in each other.

#this is not exactly self indulgent #im not sure whose fantasy this is #it just showed up in my head #haikyuu fluff #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto scenarios #bokuto imagines #bokuto koutaro x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #bokuto comfort #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu x y/n #bokuto headcanons

[heartsoji]

BOKUTO X READER

tw: death of a dog // angst-ish w/ comfort

"cheer up!"

"you're so strong for not crying! keep it up!"

"it's ok! they're in a better place. you should just be happy for them!"

"just don't think about it!"

those phrases, with some type of wording variation, were words you had heard a little too frequently lately.

3 days ago, your beloved dog had ascended to the clouds, and you had been a wreck internally since.

various people had said some sort of alteration of the above four phrases at least a few dozen times. and while you knew that they were simply trying to offer their comfort without malicious intent, their comments would either aggravate you or further add to your desolation.

you understood that it was scary. it would be scary seeing someone who you'd built up in your mind to be a sweet, bubbly, cheerful person breaking down and breaking character. it would be scary seeing them cease to be the person you once knew and loved. you wouldn't know who they were anymore and you were now desperately trying to keep them in character to preserve the bubbly image of the person in your mind.

you knew that you had to move on. you were a mess inside and you could feel your sadness continue to grow exponentially each and everyday.

however, no one would ever know you were such an internal wreck just by looking at you. you were trying so hard and doing a very good job at keeping up a good front. smile at your peers and teachers. keep your appearance tidy. go out with friends after school.

you, too, were trying to preserve the bubbly image of yourself in your mind.

"good morning, sensei!"

"good morning, l/n."

"yui-chan! good morning!"

"y/n-chan! morning! energetic as usual!"

"ah, bokuto-san! morning!"

"morning! how are you?"

you paused for a tiny fraction of a second. you felt your features trying to twist into a pained expression. you wanted to say, "not well, actually. i've been a wreck since, as the whole school knows for whatever reason, my dog passed recently." you wanted to cry. you wanted to go home. you wanted to scream. you wanted for your best friend to come back.

but you refused to let any of your thoughts show. pushing past it with a perhaps overly wide and possibly fake-looking smile, you replied, "great! i got a lot of sleep last night. how about you?"

bokuto, too, paused for a second. but not because he had to think about how he was doing, but because he saw the perhaps millisecond of hesitation. because he saw the slight crack in your cheerful facade. because he saw the way you tried to cover it up with an extra burst of cheer. because he saw it. because he saw you.

he chose not to comment on it, but made a mental note of it. "really good! i studied real hard last night, and i'm sure im gonna pass the math test today!"

"that's great!" you replied. "good luck!" and with that, you moved on with your day.

later, when you went outside, you realized that it was raining, and that you'd have to walk home in the pouring rain. you really didn't feel like getting wet today, so you chose to wait it out. the forecast said that it would take a mere 45 minutes, anyways.

two hours later, and you were still scrolling on your phone, waiting for the heavy rain to pass.

you sighed and set down your phone, bored. you had heard before that rain symbolized rebirth. perhaps right now, your beloved pup was getting reborn into a different body. you wondered if they were getting treated well in a nice home. if they had a warm bed and healthy meals. if they were doing well without you.

suddenly, you felt the drip-drip-dripping of not the rain from the sky on your legs, but the rain from your eyes instead. you had been so bottled up lately, and you could suddenly feel the cap pop off and all the emotion rushing out. you had been trying so hard to make it seem like everything was ok, when it reality, it wasn't. your best friend suddenly wasn't here anymore, and you felt more alone than ever. you had spent so much time and effort trying to be happy, but it wasn't working in the slightest, and you felt awful and incompetent for it. sobs wracked your body as you cried and grieved for your lost best friend. however, even in these moments, where you were obviously breaking down and having a much-needed cry, you were thinking to yourself, "why are you crying? keep up a smile! this is no time to be wallowing in pity. smile. smile. smile."

suddenly, you felt a gentle hand on your back. you turned around to see bokuto, setting his stuff down and coming to sit next to you.

"b-bokuto-san? oh my gosh, i'm so sorry. uhm, i actually, uh, stubbed my toe and it really hurt, so that's why i'm crying. gosh, i probably look like such a mess." you blabbered lamely.

"you know," he started, "if there's something bothering you, you can feel free to let me know. i'm a pretty good listener!"

you wiped your face quickly. "oh, don't worry. seriously, there's nothing wrong."

bokuto paused for a moment. "sorry if this is invading your privacy, but, well, i heard your dog died recently."

you're not quite sure why that was what set you off, but it did. like an old dam breaking down, a flood was released from your eyes as you let out loud, somewhat embarrassing sobs.

bokuto calmly rubbed your back with his large hand. "wanna talk about it?" he asked in a sort of soothing tone.

you weren't usually the type to complain or dramatize your situation in fear of burdening others with your problems. you had developed the habit of bottling up in order to not do so, and you thought that you'd been doing a good job at suppressing your emotions and pretending like everything's fine when it isn't. however, something about bokuto, whether it be the way he asked, his voice, the situation, whatever, tore down the walls you had built over the years. suddenly, you found yourself venting and bawling like a baby to a classmate you had never had a real conversation with. it was a bit embarrassing, humiliatingly vulnerable, but apparently much needed.

"and, well," you said in between your sobs, "everyone's been telling me to just be happy! and to not think about it! but sometimes, i don't know, i just really, really, really, want to cry and scream like a baby. i'm so tired of being the cheerful yet mature, infallible, reliable, therapist character! i just sometimes wish that i could lean on somebody, even if only for a few moments, even though that's also my worst nightmare. i hate that i don't even understand what im feeling! i hate it! i hate it!" you cried into him.

bokuto let you cry silently for a minute before starting with, "sometimes, i get into moods when im playing volleyball where i'm grumpy, annoyed, and frankly, useless." he chuckled a little before continuing, "my teammates call it 'bokuto's emo mode.'" his facial expression saddens a bit before saying, "they always tell me to snap out of it and to cheer up, but i don't think that they understand that sometimes, i just want to be sad."

you felt your heart pang a little. honestly, you couldn’t believe that a guy whom you’d never exchanged more than a brief set of hellos with seemed to understand your feelings better than your lifelong friends. “i just want to be sad,” huh? that indeed did feel accurate. you wanted to cry and sob for nights without end, but had never allowed yourself to before. it felt too vulnerable and dramatic to cry and feel sad about it.

you thought for a moment. “yeah,” you replied simply, not because you didn’t know what to say, or you didn’t agree, but actually, because you agreed entirely. bottling things up had always made things worse, whereas crying to bokuto felt therapeutic and relaxing. “honestly, this whole talk thing’s making me feel a lot better.

“im glad.” bokuto smiled warmly. “ill always be here if you ever need to talk again.”

and he kept that promise to be there, but not just for talking. he continued to be there for your highest and lowest moments, for your anger and resentment, for your sadness and angst, for your fear and disgust, for your bliss and joy.

he’d be there for your ongoing battle with depression, for your growth in talking about your problems instead of bottling it up, and for your 3am cravings.

he’d also be there for the first time you’d accepted a confession, which, coincidentally, happened to be from a guy named bokuto.

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[applesupply]

HUGS WITH BOKUTO :0

G/N reader

Comfort Aid

Headcanon

BOKUTO this man mwah I bet he had the best hugs ever like so beefy beef

I feel like the hugs would be so full and warm you just dont wanna leave

Sometimes when your sad he would immediately try and hug you sometimes if you dont want that hed try his best to cheer you up atleast

Theres sometimes where you might wanna be left alone but I think hed stay by your side just incase

You've been having a pretty bad day so far and you just wanna be left alone you tried getting yourself checked out early but everyone was busy so you had to deal with this sadness until the end of the day it sucks honestly you just wanted to go home and lay down but you just had to deal with it

As soon as the day comes to an end you were just gonna walk home but you got a text from Bokuto who wanted to walk you home cause there wasnt practice that day

once you saw him he gave you a big old hug you laid there in his arms you wanted to stay there because you really needed that hug it was so nice and warm you didnt hear him ask how your day was you just sat there in his arms and you started to cry all that built up stress is now let out his hug was so warm and secure you just couldnt hold all the tears in anymore

"Hey is everything ok Darling?" He asks in a soothing voice you answer him but it's just muffle words even if he couldnt understand it he knew you just needed this hug really bad so you just sat there holding tight while crying in bokutos chest while he held you...♡

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[bokutosfatass04]

Your arms are my comfort

Genre: angst to fluff

T/W: mention of a breakdown, some of the comfort words might trigger the reader

A/n: English is not my first language, thank you for understanding!

Bokuto's arms were always the place of your comfort.

"Everything's going to be okay, I swear." he says in a warm tone while brushing your arm.

"Don't worry, I will never make it happen again." Bokuto says. He hugs you tightly in order for you to know that he is going to face every problem with you no matter what it is.

Your tears started to run when this conversation had began. You came home tired from work, he was on the sofa and you had a breakdown. Now you're laying in his arms showering Bokuto with your tears.

"You promise? That wherever you are this will not happen?" You asked with hesitation.

"If that happens again, just call me or come to me. I am always there for you. Don't worry, you will never feel alone with me." Bokuto says. He could be the perfect boyfriend you were searching for so long, and now you found him.

He lays you down on the spot beside him and stands up from bed. He takes his computer up, puts on your favorite show and comes back to you. Then he gives you the biggest hug that you could ever imagine.

"Thank you", you say with little difficulty and in response you're getting a kiss on your forehead. Maybe thousand of them.

The very safe place that you would ever visit or be in will never match Bokuto's arms, especially his hug. It's warm and addicting as if you were the only person alive in the whole universe.

#haikyu x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto comfort #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto scenarios #haikyuu x you

[daebraeksan]

Reader feels lots of regrets, and Bokuto helps comfort them

Genre comfort, established relationship, domestic, gn reader

Wc 2164

Contents: hard on self, difficulty eating when stressed, food positivity/neutrality (intuitive eating/nonjudgemental eating), and of course comfort

a/n back at it again i 2023 lmfao bet you thought you’d seen the last of me etc etc lmfao haven’t uploaded in so long that i forgot my format whoops also i made a discord server hopefully the link works otherwise that would be embarrassing thanks

requested by @heart-an0n hope you like it and that it’s somewhat relevant to what you had in mind/wanted!

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The future is uncertain, and the past is a mistake, and the present is shit, so where are you supposed to be?

You can’t seem to shut down everything at once. If it’s not turmoil in your brain, then it’s in your tummy or chest. No wonder you hate being in the present moment, if the only time you’re ever in it is when you’re in pain. 

You have no one to blame but yourself. As usual. 

Your shame spiral swirls around you, thoughts smeared all over your brain, viscous and gluttonous. There’s nothing you can do when the overstimulation comes from within yourself.

Right?

That's how you feel, at least. 

You wait. 

That’s all you can do.

You wait. 

You won’t be comforted. Not on your own. No comfort tv, no coloring books, no pets, no music.

You want someone to do it for you. Is that so wrong? 

You shame yourself for being too dependent and lazy while you wait for Bokuto to come home, which is taking a bit longer than expected, since he stopped on the grocery store on the way home.

See? He’s doing something for you again. You can’t do anything! Leech leech leech!, you chant at yourself, just in case being mean to yourself was going to fix all your problems.

It hasn’t in the past, but what if it works this time? Don’t know until you try. 

The front door clicks open and you hear rustling as Bokuto shuffles around, entering your shared abode. 

“I’m home!” he announces. 

“Welcome home,” you say. You’re not sure he heard you. But you know he trusts that you said it, and so even if he can’t hear it, you have to say it. 

He kisses the top of your head on the way to taking the groceries to the kitchen. You want to get up and follow him but you don’t have the energy. You thought seeing him would magically blast you with the superpower to get up but alas. Some things not even Bokuto can fix.

You can’t unthink the thought. You wish you could. You wish you didn’t like scaring yourself with worst case scenarios. 

He starts dinner and comes in to check on you. 

“Have you eaten?” he asks.

You shake your head. 

Bokuto never judgmentally sighs at you because he’s too nice. But if he was one to do that, the long pause in the air would have been the time to do it. 

“Do you want a snack before dinner?”

How can you eat at a time like this?

“Chips?” he asks.

It’s so funny because you’re an adult! You can do whatever you want! You can have ice cream for dinner! Or chips as an appetizer! You can ruin your appetite however much you want!

But there’s still a nagging thought in your head before you do it like some judgmental parents are going to get you in trouble if you do. 

But you can’t ruin an appetite you don't have. 

Bokuto goes back into the kitchen and rummages around. 

He returns with a bag of chips and eats one in front of you, then waves the bag over to you.

You sigh at yourself. You take a chip. 

You see Bokuto move like he’s almost going to do a fist pump but then he stops himself. He’s not going to throw chips all over the floor. Again. 

“Do you want to hang out with me while I cook?” he asks. 

You really can’t say no. It is all you want. You wrap the blanket around yourself and follow him.

He smiles at you in amusement.

“What?” you ask. “Don’t say I look like a penguin,” you say, at the same time he says,” you look like a penguin.”

You level him with a look. He knows you don’t mean anything by it, so he blinks innocently.

Bokuto really is content to have you watch him cook. He doesn’t ask you to help at all. But if you didn’t think you’d get in the way with your blanket, you would.

But.

You need the blanket more than you need to feel useful.

You’re already at rock bottom, so who cares?

“How was your day?” you ask, cutting Bokuto off succinctly.

He knows how you are. He lets you distract them both with his day first. He tells you about his workout, media appearances, meetings, whatever funny stuff happened with his teammates, travel agents, room assignments, reality shows. 

He chops and steams and stirs. 

He washes his hands and holds your face carefully.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks. 

“It’s the same old stuff,” you mumble. 

He squishes your face.

“It’s okay, I can listen again,” he says. “I love listening to you talk, and also supporting you.” 

“Okay,” you said, but it sounds like “waaauuuuu” because he is still squishing your face. 

You and he set the table and sit down to eat. 

You serve yourself the portion size you think you can stomach while you hate yourself and feel awful, and Bokuto doesn’t say anything, because maybe you’ll feel better later, and you’ll be ready to have a snack at this point. It’s more important that you eat whatever you’re comfortable with now, than eat nothing at all, and he would never shame you for your eating habits. You’re allowed to make your own choices. 

You start your story with “you know ______” and you’re always amazed at what he does remember (the most intricate tiny details) and what he doesn’t remember (stuff that you think is really obvious, but it’s not because he doesn’t listen, or anything. Honestly it’s just funny at this point.)

And you explain the situation and what the trigger was as to why you are thinking about past regrets now. 

And you know he wants to stop you because you are going into a spiral and it doesn’t really help to spiral. You don't think you’re really learning new information at this point. 

But you just want him to know all the facts and details and how wrong and bad you are so he can make an accurate assessment of the situation. 

He looks at you and listens attentively throughout your story. 

You sigh. “Okay. I’m done,” you say.

He opens his mouth and you burst out, “oh also,” and finish up some last details.

He listens. 

“I’m done for real this time,” you say. 

“If you have more to share, that’s okay, too, and I want to listen,” he says. “But I’m going to respond now, if that’s what you want?”

You nod. 

He sighs. 

“The most important thing is that you learn,” he says.

Shame bubbles in you. Of course he’s going to think you’re wrong and bad. You also think that. You weren’t telling him so that he would absolve you of guilt.

But it still feels bad to have your worst fears confirmed (that you already believe about yourself.)

“And you already have,” he says. “Numerous times.”

You know this. You know that this is the only thing someone can say to you. You wished it helped. 

“What would help?” he asks.

You sigh. You’ve never thought about it in that way. You don’t know.

“I wish it never happened,” you say. 

“Other than that,” he says. 

You look at your plate. You look at a scuff on the wallpaper. You look at the line where Bokuto’s eyebrow hairs shift from pointing up to pointing to the side. “I just wish I wasn’t wrong.”

“It’s okay to be wrong,” he says. “It’s actually super okay and normal. People are wrong all the time. And some people don't even care! Some people are horribly wrong and just keep being that way, forever.”

You know this. If everyone cared ten percent as much as you care about being wrong then maybe the world would be less…like this. 

“Even if you’re the villain in someone else’s story, you don’t have to be the villain in your own story. And just because that other person doesn’t forgive you, doesn’t mean you can’t move on. And even if you’re the villain in your own story, you can make different decisions next time. You learned. You grew. You want to do better. That’s all that matters.”

You feel tears peeking out. He swiftly moves to your side and hands you a tissue. 

You rest your head in his chest and a sob bursts forth. You always cry the most (the best?) with Bokuto. He’s the only person you feel safe enough to be like this with.

Except now you're crying so you can’t intellectually remember all that because your ears are filled with the sound of your own crying. Your brain is filled only with that audio, and the sensation of cold tears on your hot cheeks, and the heaviness of your nose running, and the solidness of Bokuto as he lets you press yourself against him. He will not let you go until you are ready. 

He pats your head and back and hands you more tissues. 

You look at him, watery and poised for another outburst. 

“I don’t want to be a bad person,” you sob. “I’m sorry I’m a bad person.”

He says your name softly and presses soft kisses to your head. He hugs you. 

You breath through all the fluids and your chest feels emptier. Your head feels clearer. You’re afraid to feel shame again. You’re afraid to let this go in case you make another mistake again.

You don't want to make another mistake again. 

It’s always hanging over your head, all the mistakes.

“How are you feeling?” he asks. 

“I don’t know,” you say. 

“Do you want to talk some more?” he asks. “Do you want some water?”

You nod. 

“Water?” he asks. 

You nod again. 

He goes and grabs your water bottle (how he knows where it is when you didn’t even know will remain a mystery) and opens it for you. You take a small sip. The coldness in your throat and tummy feels like a wall between you crying and you now. 

“I love you so much, no matter what,” he says. 

“I love you, too.”

“Seriously,” he says. “I know you know, but I am telling you.”

You nod.

��Even if you do stuff that makes you think you’re a bad person,” he says. 

You shake your head. 

“Don’t shake your head at me,” he says. 

You’re working on the part of you that thinks you don’t deserve him, that he’s too good for you, that you’re not good enough for him. You’re working on that part. But it makes its presence known, during your lowest moments. 

But Bokuto loves all parts of you. Even the parts of you that are painful for him. He loves all of you and knows that you are a person with a whole past and habits and attitudes and beliefs. And he knows that you love him and are trying your best every day, just like how he loves you and is trying his best every day. 

“I love you no matter what you dom” he says. “Being a good person and a bad person doesn’t matter, anyway. It’s not real. We’re all just people. I love you so much because you’re you.”

You’re learning to accept that, but even if there’s a part of you that doesn’t believe it, Bokuto loves that part of you, too. And you love all of him, so if logic decides to ever work one day, you’ll be set.

“You’re beautiful and amazing, but that’s not all there is to you. It's okay that you’re not perfect. That’s not why I love you. That’s not why I started loving you, and that’s not why I love you now. I think you’re perfect for me, but that’s because I know that we’re both choosing this life together every day. I’m so grateful and think you’re perfect and amazing because you’re my partner. We’re in this together.”

You nod. You hug him and he hugs you back. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks. 

“Okay,” you say quietly, because a part of you still feels like if you’re too loud about your happiness, it might get taken away. 

“I’m glad,” he says. “I’m proud of you and love you.”

“I love you, too,” you say. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he says. “Thanks for letting me be there for you.”

He makes you drink some more water and you help him put away the leftovers (which you’re probably going to dip back into in a few hours when you’re feeling snackish—and when you do, a little part of Bokuto will relax with relief, because even though he never judges you or pressures you, he wants you to be healthy, happy, and nourished. He loves you so much and wants the best for you. And he feels so lucky because he knows you would do the same for him.)

#gn reader #bokuto #haikyuu #comfort #comfort fic #bokuto comfort #bokuto comfort fic #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu comfort fic #in 2023? anyone here? jk #reader insert #reader insert fic #haikyuu reader insert #reader insert comfort #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #bokuto fic #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro #Bokuto Koutarou #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto fanfiction #i tag into the void and hope it reaches somebody #love yall #i dont open my ask box bc im afraid of mean people but #dms are open

[strawberrykake]

compassion never fails

notes: requested, dancer!reader doesn’t get into competition team, hq boyfriends comfort, angst, comfort, fluff,

warnings: none

oikawa, iwaizumi, bokuto, hinata || dancer!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Oikawa ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

as someone who never saw himself to nationals, he understands the frustration of working hard yet losing anyways

so when you start crying on his shoulder, he can't help but feel sympathetic, getting emotional himself

"this isn't the end [y/n].." he says, holding you close.

will do everything in his power to uplift your mood

"cmon, let's go get some frozen yogurt, yeah? My treat." he’d offer. “Celebrate all of your hard work. I know you did.”

you take his hand, making him happily chirp

he pulls out his earbuds connected to his phone, handing you one side to listen along to the music

as you both walked, hand in hand to the fro-yo shop nearby, he’d hum along to the music

sometimes lifting the hand holding yours to give a kiss on the back of your palm

and muttering i love you’s into your skin

little moments like these reminds you that at the end of the day, you’ll always return to him: your best achievement of all

you bet he feels the same way about you

just like how you find comfort in him, he finds comfort in you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Iwaizumi ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

he's astoUNDed bc you? are incredible at dancing, how is it even possible...

"it must suck...FOR THEM" bc he genuinely thinks they missed out on your talent

when he notices you getting all sad and mopey

he pulls you in a strong embrace

“let’s cuddle?” he requests, kissing the top of ur head

you nod, making the volleyball ace move you towards the couch

as you both hold onto each other’s embrace, relishing the calm silence your bf speaks up, making you open your eyes

“you know you’re incredible right?” He says, a dark pink shade forming on his cheeks at the sudden compliment towards you.

when you shrug, muttering an “I don’t know about that”, the shyness in his eyes are gone

now his solemn gaze is aimed towards you

“i’m serious,” he holds your chin up, making you turn back to him. “You’re absolutely amazing. I see the way you work hard, the way you’re always striving to be at your best. I wish I could even have half of the determination you possess.”

he kisses your (now pink) nose and heated cheeks. “I’m just lucky enough to date you.”

you remain silent, processing his words.

at this point, he could just call you his lil tomato based on how red you get when you’re around him

He finds it cute, pinching your cheeks.

“What? cat got your tongue?” he chuckles.

“Th-thanks, Haji,” you whisper.

“Always here for you. You know that.”

“I love you,” you say, before pulling him close to kiss him.

He chuckles, reciprocating your words under his breath as he presses his lips on yours

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bokuto ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

you were always there during his emotional moments

don’t think for a sec that he wouldn’t be there for yours either

he’s being extra caring and soft during these times with you

when you told him about your loss in joining the competitive dance team, he first shouted a loud: “What?!” making birds around him flock

you shush him, smiling at the odd stares (of fukurodani vb teammates lol) going your way

“Oh, sorry.” He makes a quick apology, lowering his voice. “Well, are you alright?”

His eyes search yours, looking for his answer.

“Honestly…?” you give a sad smile, shaking your head ‘no’.

He inhales deeply.

“Ok.” Is all he says, taking your hand and turning to his team.

“We’re going, guys! Bye-bye!” Your bf waves to them, running away with you.

“Babe, where are we going?” you ask, trying to catch up to his long strides.

“The arcade,” he says, walking over to his bike.

Arcade??

“S-suddenly?” you ask as he sits, patting the seat behind him for you to hop on.

“Hmm..” he pauses his thoughts, loosening his uniforms’ tie. “Yes.” He turns around and waits for you to get on the bike.

oh, what the heck.

and with that, you both take a ride to the arcade, your arms wrapping his waist, snuggling him as he talks about his day with you.

Bokuto has a way of clearing your mind from the mess that goes on in your life, he’s like the light at the end of a dark tunnel

It shows during times like this

And when he lets you win the first few games just to see you make the smug look on your face that he misses

—he ends up trying to win,,,yet you kept beating him—

you laugh as you watch him try to get the premium item from the claw machine for the sixth time

“Babe, if you’re not having fun, we could go,” you pat his back, as he presses his face against the glass box.

He stops mid-game to face you. “Are you having fun?” His expression changes.

“Oh,” surprised by his abrupt change in demeanor, you look down, blushing. “Yeah.”

He smiles, chuckling. “Then, thats all that matters!”

“But that’s because I’m with you, Ko,” you say sheepishly. “I always have fun when I’m with you.”

You’ve never seen Bokuto blush so much.

“A-alright then! Let’s get out of here,” he takes your hand, face still hot , making you giggle.

You spend the rest of the day with him, just having the time of your lives glad to have each other.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hinata ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

“you didn’t make it in?” he asks with a saddened look when you tell him about not getting into the competitive dance team.

bc all of your dreams are his too

it only crushes his heart more to see your disheartening gaze

“Sorry, this is so uncool,” you say, wiping tears away, embarrassed by your crying

“Despite everything, you still manage to be the most coolest person I know,” he wipes your tears away, moving close to you.

Once again Hinata goes on and on, babbling abt how he admires you

All without realizing the flustered mess you are because it’s just in his nature to unabashedly spit compliments,admiring another’s strengths, and praising them

If it were someone else, you would’ve thought they were just saying it to make you feel better

But knowing Hinata, he’s super expressive with his thoughts

You’d be able to know when he’s lying because he’s easy to read, like a book

That’s what makes you so flustered as he went on and on about your skillset

His eyes would wonder off into the distance, bringing up the cool moves you’d do, as if visualizing it in his head as he smiles, amazed

“Y-you’re just really, cool!” he stutters in his sentence when he realizes he’s been chatting for so long.

His eyes shift back to yours and he notices your crimson face, tears pricking

“Th-thank you, Shoyo,” you sniff. “I think you’re really awesome, too.”

He smiles, pulling you in a hug.

“Don’t you worry, [y/n]. I believe you can get through this,” the redhead murmurs into your shoulder as he places a kiss on it.

“You always do.”

His words make your heart skip a bit.

He pulls back to give you a huge grin, dimples appearing under his eyes.

You lean up to kiss them, making him giggle.

He’s the literal sunshine on your cloudy days.

#🥪—requests #HINATA SHOYOS GOT KISSABLE UPPER CHEEK DIMPLES #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #bokuto x reader #hinata x reader #oikawa comfort #iwaizumi comfort #bokuto comfort #hinata comfort #hinata shoyo comfort #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu x reader #Requests #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu hcs #hinata shoyo x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader

[dendro-bunny]

Sweet Mornings

Bokuto x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, drabbles, timeskip! Bokuto

Synopsis: early in morning, as the sun rises, so do you and your lovely boyfriend Bokuto. Sharing little things that start your day off with a great start.

Warnings: fluff, language 😐

(A/n): while i am writing this I'm currently pissed off. I'm getting my hair done and i hate being touched. So yeah. Enjoy. (I HATE BRAID SO MUCH SOMEONE KILL ME) {I couldn't finish it when getting my hair done and thus it sat unfinished for months...}

A slight breeze bustles past you ivory curtains. The rising sun gives a slight light that just barely hits your bed below the window. You shiver and pull the covers over you more, however they seemed a bit heavier than normal. So you pry your eyes open to see your husband holding most of the blankets in his arms. With a grumble you pull harder, not even thinking about the fact that he's actually there for the first time in a few months.

Not considering the fact he was away at a unofficial tournament. All you wanted was the warth of the thick white covers illuminated by the light of the misty morning to be a soft golden color. So you pull harder, little by little you get a bit more covers. Then you feel a big cold hand on your bare back that make your jump.

"Gah! Your hands are freezing!!" You try to pry his hands off of you.

"It's... what you get... Babe." You owl headed lover mumbles half awake.

You open your eyes and pout. After finally getting his hands off you, you throw your half (really a quarter) of the covers over his face and get up to start your day. As you kick your legs to be sitting on the edge of the bed, hands grab your waist and yank you to be chest to back with Bokuto.

"Where were you going? Not even gonna give me a good morning kiss, or a 'Oh babe i missed you so much welcome back!!' kiss?" He pouts throwing the covers over the both of you and kissing your head.

"Why would i? My lovely boyfriend stole my warm blankets and didn't even cuddle me when he got back." You tease

"'m sorry baby. Just was tired, i got home later than expected. Ma flight was delayed... Twice." You hear the frustration in his voice. His hands wrap further around your body as he begins to kiss your shoulder that's available to him.

"Ya could have texted me." You turn over to face him. You see that despite being incredibly exhausted he still gives you the same love sick smile.

"Wanted to surprise you." He shrugs and kiss you softly. His kisses we always gentle and fluid. Wisking you away like a store to a relaxing island where on you two exist. No matter where you were. It always felt like it was just the two of you alone.

"At least you won your matches. You lookes super cool bubs." You take his head in your hands and kiss all over his face. He gleams with pride as you praise him.

"Thank you my dear. We actually have a celebration dinner tonight if you wanna go!" The hands that holds you close to him are gentle as the rub your bare skin on your back.

"We have to get up first." You laugh as he hangs his head low realizing that he has to leave the warmth of his lover and bed.

"Hhhm 5 no! 10 more minutes! I wanna hold you a bit longer" you laugh more as Bokuto nuzzles into you pulling you impossibly closer.

"Fine 10 more minutes but you have to get up Kou." You stroke his hair leaving soft kisses on his forehead.

"Mhm yeah I promise." He doses off and enjoys the feeling of you being next to him.

Like he said ten minutes later he sighs and gets up as you do, and you both officially start your day. The tooth brush next to yours finally being used as you brush your teeth together. He goes to shower and you go to the kitchen preparing breakfast. 20 minutes later you're done and he's still in the shower.

Knocking on the door you announce yourself. "Kou? Mind if i join you?" You swear you've never seen Bokuto move that fast in his life. He ripps the curtains back smiling widely.

"Uh- DUH! it was just starting to get a lil lonely." Making grabby hands at you while you undress he carefully helps you in the shower.

All you do is hold each other sharing fee chaste kisses here and there. While sofly and gently washing each other's hair. (NOTHING NAUGHTY YOU PERVS T-T)

After washing up and drying off you quickly head downstairs, pulling your breakfast out of the air fryer where your food stays warm, the two of you talk about all that happened in the last month Koutarou has been away.

From your bitchy coworkers to the amazing athletes he met during the tournament. Also the injuries you scold him for.

In this moment everything has been restored. Back to the ways they were, back before you felt alone in a house ment for one person. However you made it a place where both of you belong. You made it your home. Your sanctuary where of the world goes wrong in those four walls you are safe in each other's arms.

That's how things belong.

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#bunnix writes #bunnix #fluff #bokuto #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x fem!reader #bokuto x you #bokuto comfort

[mydarlingem]

movie night 

violent brain rot of bokuto liking monster high movies, source?? i fucking said so. anyways here y'all go

bokuto x gn reader

400 wc

it had been a long day of classes, you wanted nothing more than to go home and recharge with your boyfriend kotaro bokuto, just being in his presence made the stress go away. as you lugged your ass back to your dorm, the only thing on your mind was being in his arms. you unlocked your dorm and put your bag down on the counter.

bokuto’s ears perked up as he found himself racing to meet you in your kitchen area. “baby!” he exclaimed as he pulled you into a hug. his familiar scent filled your nose as you let out breath if you didn't even realize you were holding. you became putty in his arms, letting your exhaustion take over. “hi bo, missed you today” you said as you snuggled closer to him. “wanna watch one of our movies?” he pulled away to see your face. you could only nod, and grab his shirt bringing his face towards yours for a kiss. he grabbed your face with his hands and kissed you, showering you with the love he knew you deserved.

he moved his hands down towards the curve of your ass and tapped the back of your legs indicating you to jump into his arms. “kou you know im too heavy” you said feeling that twinge of insecurity. bokuto pouted “not to brag but I am incredibly strong, you will never be too heavy for me, you’re perfect (name)”. you smiled as you jumped up and he caught you, legs wrapping around his strong torso. he walked you over to your bed, dropping you softly onto your blankets.

he moved to the nightstand and grabbed the remote to turn on the tv. “what monster high movie do you wanna watch” he smiled as he admired you on the bed, fluffy blankets under you snuggling into the pillow, god you were so angelic to him. you giggled as you replied “obviously boo york”. “a cinematic masterpiece, wonderful choice pretty baby”. he put the movie on and joined you on the bed, snuggling into you. he moved your hair out of your eyes and placed a kiss on your forehead and one on your lips. “god you’re so beautiful baby, i love you” “i love you too kou, thanks for taking care of me.” he smiled at you again, “i love you even more beautiful, now shhh i wanna sing along”.

bye is this even good??? i literally do not know help

#bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto comfort #haikyuu!! #drabble

[khrysomallos]

saw a video today of a boyfriend holding his girlfriend off the ground as she used the outdoor showers to rinse the sand off her feet (they were at a beach) then he brought her over to a bench where she waited while he rinsed and dried her shoes… all because she hated the feeling of sandy feet and if that ain’t my baby bokuto I don’t know what is

#bokuto headcanons #haikyuu!! bokuto #bokuto fluff #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto comfort #bokuto kotaro #bokuto koutaro #haikyuu #bokuto kōtarō #soft bokuto #kaity writes

[onnie-giri]

best bros here to save the world (through volleyball <3)

#haikyuu!! #hq #haikyuu!! art #haikyuu fanart #digital art #bokuto #kuroo #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #THEY CAN SAVE ME #VB INSTRUCTOR BOKUTO HAS BEEN ON MY MIND LATELY RAWR #this is the first time ive actually drawn kuroo ngl KJHAKJHFA #HIS HAIR WAS SUCH A B TO DRAW ;0; #i love them both ur honor #why arent they real ;-; #thank u furudate for making such amazing comforting and healing characters <3333

[satorisoup]

PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER .ᐟ

ft. hq boys and their acts of intimacy <3

cw : fluff + sfw. timeskip! setting. mentions of bathing together.

ᰔ BOKUTO + BUBBLE BATHS

even though he may be a little too burly to fit comfortably with you in the tub, and it takes a couple minutes to get situated without getting squashed, bokuto loves to bathe with you. he enjoys running the warm water, not too hot, not too cold, but just right. he’ll mix in a nice scented soap that makes bubbles rise high in the bathtub, lavender and citrus you can smell in the mist of your bathroom. he’ll hold your hands under the water, and maybe splash you a couple times, but he shows he cares with the delicate touches he leaves on your skin as he washes away the worries of the world with a sponge of suds. he’ll lather your hair in your favorite shampoo, careful to not snag any knots, and rinse the strands with such gentleness you can barely even feel it. and when you’re all done, he’ll wrap you in a warm towel, snug and clean while he kisses your damp cheeks with a huge smile.

ᰔ KITA + FLOWERS

kita vowed that when he started dating you, he would never allow a week to go by without your vase being filled with a new bouquet. he’ll come home to you, new flowers wrapped in the palm of his hands as he kisses you hello. he loves the the way you get excited, eyes twinkling at the delicate petals and floral scent as you thank him over and over. he’ll watch you with a fond smile as you carefully take them in your grasp, setting them into a pretty vase that makes your home light up with color. he won’t let you see the flowers die, always keeping one for himself so he knows when it’s time to replace them. he’ll always tell you the meaning of the bouquet he got, or leave a pretty note tied around the stems. he buys a different type of flower every time, because he knows you’ll enjoy the variety. he adores you just as much as you adore the beautiful flowers.

ᰔ ATSUMU + MASSAGING YOU

atsumu has talented hands from years of playing volleyball, and he puts them to good use when you complain that you’re sore. he’ll knead at the expanse of your skin, smiling to himself as you sigh in content. he’ll rub away the tiredness of your muscles, gentle but calculated touches everywhere you could need. he likes to hold your hands in his, massaging from your fingers all the way up to your arms, and back down to your hands again. he’ll lay your sock-clad feet in his lap, squeezing and rubbing the ache away with his fingers. he’ll sit you on his lap, massaging the discomfort of your cramping shoulders until your melting into his touch. he won’t be rough, making sure his touch is tender and soft while he works the knots out. he kindly kisses your skin when he’s done, and feels that it’s a mission accomplished when you tell him you feel much better.

ᰔ OSAMU + FEEDING YOU

as long as osamu is around, you will always have a full plate. he’s always in the kitchen, a small and sacred book of his ma’s recipes standing proud on an easel. you don’t remember the last time you’ve heard your stomach grumble, because he’s already sliding a bowl your way. he loves how domestic it feels, to use the recipes he once enjoyed as a kid and serve them to you on a silver platter. he likes that you’re his personal taste tester, giving him a thumbs up with full cheeks as you chew. when your sick, he’ll insist on feeding you, hot spoon of soup between his fingers, his hand cusped at the bottom to catch any that falls. he’ll wake you up in the early mornings to tell you the food is ready, and sometimes surprise you with breakfast in bed. he’ll kiss your chubbed cheeks as you munch on one of his special onigiris, and ask you if you want another until your belly is full.

ᰔ AKAASHI + READING TO YOU

akaashi enjoys reading to you every chance he gets. a book held in the palms of his hands, licking his thumb every time he turns the page. he’ll have you curled up to his side, or sat between his legs, as he reads aloud the words imprinted on the page. he’ll add emotion to his voice at the important parts, and he’ll glance at your face to see your reaction. his voice is soft and soothing as he reads, occasionally moving his hand towards your hair to gently caress the top of your head. when it’s nighttime, he reads to you almost as if it’s a bedtime story, bedside lamp warming the room with it’s light as he flips through the pages. chapter after chapter he brings you closer to sleep, pages like a lullaby of prompts and fiction. he’ll pause when he notices your reactions have gone silent, breathing evened out as you lulled into a quiet slumber. he’ll smile as he puts a bookmark between the spine, already anticipating tomorrow when he can continue to read you the next chapter.

#satorisoup #hq x y/n #hq x you #hq x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #bokuto x y/n #akaashi x you #kita x you #atsumu x y/n #osamu x you #inarizaki x y/n #fukurodani x reader #osamu fluff #kita fluff #bokuto fluff #akaashi fluff #atsumu fluff #hq akaashi #hq bokuto #hq atsumu #hq kita #hq osamu #haikyuu drabbles

[liquidcatt]

Even though he’s spent years being a professional volleyball player, his hands were oh so gentle. From the way he held you close while sleeping, to the way he softly cupped your face, wiping away your tears, to the way he held your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. He makes it better by kissing them to show you how much love he has for you. And you wouldn’t have it any other way

Hinata, Bokuto, Ushijima, Kageyama, Atsumu, Suna, Kiyoomi, Oikawa, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi (+ your fav)

#hinata x reader #bokuto x reader #ushijima x reader #kageyama x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #kiyoomi x reader #oikawa x reader #tsukishima x reader #hoshiumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu #my writing

[cottonlemonade]

Masterlist

art: Studio Ghibli

🌟 Note, all works are x chubby!Reader 🌟

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Bokuto Koutarou

🫧 How You Met (Falling In Love) word count: 2145, post-time skip

🪭 Well, happy Valentine's... word count: 860, established relationship, post-time skip

🪭 [2.38am] [drabble]

🪭 Pay Attention To Me word count: 819, established relationship, University!AU

🫧 Souvenir [drabble]

🫧 Getting Heavy word count: 519, not quite post-time skip

🫧 When You’re On Your Period [drabble]

🫧 When He Is Jealous [drabble] 🍋

🫧 Distracted [drabble]

🫧 Sneaky word count: 348, friends to lovers, University!AU

🫧 When You’re Being Shipped With Another Player [drabble]

🌱 Scream It From The Rooftops 🍋 word count: 1095

Akaashi Keiji

🫧 How You Met word count: 950, post-time skip

🍡 A Perfect Picture of Innocence word count: 475, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 When You Nod Off At The Library [drabble]

🫧 Laying Awake [drabble]

🫧 Recon word count: 442, pining

🪭 Recreational Reading [drabble] 🍋

Oikawa Tooru

🌧️ Not Enough word count: 2537

🪭🌧️ If He Could word count: 937, pining, University!AU

🌧️ He Misses You When He Travels [drabble]

🪭 Stuck At The Aiport word count: 1057, established relationship, post-time skip

🌧️ All That Matters word count: 1812, pining, fake dating kinda, University!AU

🌧️ Scattered Belongings word count: 769, implied pining, University!AU

🫧 Studying With Oikawa [drabble]

🌧️ Making Up After A Fight word count: 756, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 Take Out and Make Out word count: 850, new relationship, University!AU

🫧 Protecting Your Rival 🍋 word count: 1074, rivals to lovers-implied

Kuroo Tetsurou

🪭 Behind Dusty Shelves word count: 450, established relationship, University!AU

🪭 Stuck At The Airport word count: 757, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 A Chaotic Confession word count: 917, friends to lovers, University!AU

🫧 Sunbeam [drabble]

🫧🍡 Overprepared word count: 947, established relationship, University!AU

🫧 Jealous At Training Camp [drabble] 🍋 [part 2]

🫧 When He Is Jealous (but make it boyfriend) [drabble] 🍋

🫧 Plan B [part 2] word count: 1015, pining, post-time skip

Sawamura Daichi

🪭🌧️ How You Met (and other stuff) word count: 1430, post-time skip

🪭 Actions Have Consequences word count: 729, established relationship, post-time skip

🌱 To Protect word count: 791, pining, not quite time-skip

🌱 Waking Up From A Nightmare [drabble]

Tendou Satori

🫧 Just Crazy Enough word count: 2124, friends to lovers

🪭 After A Long Day [drabble]

🌧️ Just Use Me word count: 649, unrequited love

Iwaizumi Hajime

🪭 POV: you wake up from a naughty dream [drabble] smau, established relationship, aged up

🪭 I Missed You word count: 1340, married, post-time skip

Suna Rintarou

🪭 Keeping Quiet word count: 864, established relationship, post-time skip

🪭 Six And A Half Minutes [part 2] [part 3] word count: 1608, friends to lovers, University!AU

Semi Eita

🪭 Change Of Plans word count: 735, established relationship, University!AU

🍡 Cleaning Day [drabble]

Tsukishima Akiteru

🫧 Confessions After Hours word count: 1124, friends to lovers

Tsukishima Kei

🌧️ 🫧 How To Comfort People by Tsukishima Kei 🍋 word count: 961, rivals to a little less rivals

🫧 He Takes Care Of You [drabble] 🍋

🪭 Camping In A Storm [drabble] 🍋

🫧🪭 Just A Dream 🍋 word count: 806, married, post-time skip

🫧 And Another Thing [drabble]

Kozume Kenma

🫧 How You Met word count: 832, post-time skip

Koganegawa Kanji

🍡 A Clumsy Couple Makes Out word count: 747, new established relationship, University!AU

Kita Shinsuke

🫧 How You Met word count: 927, post-time skip

🪭 Insatiable [drabble]

🫧 Ideal [drabble]

🌱 Breathe word count: 461, established relationship, post-time skip

Sugawara Koushi

🪭 Sunday Morning With Your Husband [drabble] 🍋

Miya Osamu

🌧️🫧 Archnemesis 🍋 word count: 1066, rivalry, pining, 3rd year twins

🍡🫧 Strawberry Lotion word count: 546, established relationship, aged up

🫧 He Proposes To You

word count: 588, established relationship, post-time skip

Miya Atsumu

🫧 How You Met word count: 1062, post-time skip

🫧 That Time I Made My Brother Hide In The Bathroom To Talk To A Girl word count: 876, post-time skip

🫧 All Is Fair In Love And War [drabble] 🍋

🫧 Call Me Baby 🍋 word count: 723, friends to lovers

🫧🪭 Sunday Morning With Your Husband 🍋

Matsukawa Issei

🪭 The Coziness Of Storagerooms 🍋 word count: 882, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 500 yen [drabble]

🪭 Noisy Neighbors 🍋 word count: 603, married, post-time skip

Ennoshita Chikara

🫧 Period Relief Plan [drabble] 🍋

Hinata Shoyo

🫧 Chicken Soup 🍋

🫧 So Close [drabble]

Kageyama Tobio

🫧 How You Met 🍋

word count: 1288, post-time skip

Various

🫧 When He Realizes You Are The One (Bokuto, Kuroo, Tendou, your fave) [drabble]

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🫧 Fluff // 🌱 comfort // 🍡 suggestive // 🪭 spice // 🌧️ angst/hurt // 🍋 request

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