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citrusweather · 2 years
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Summertime Stranger
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pairings: bokuto x akaashi, kuroo x bokuto x reader
wc: 942
summary: First-time meetings with anyone are often forgettable. But every now and then, someone comes into your life that says the words you've been looking to hear. A college AU one-shot where you, Kuroo and Bokuto are best friends and then you meet Akaashi. Bokuto just falls in so deep.
author’s note: crosspost from ao3. definitely thinking of doing another one for these, bc i just love bokuroo x reader dynamics!
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It’s a languid summer day, the type where you typically would sit in your dorm and blast the air conditioning. But instead, you stand at the doorway of your college volleyball gym after being dragged by the two dumbasses in your life.
“Come on y/n-chan! Set for us?” two pleading amber eyes bore into your skull.
“We’ll treat you to ice cream later!” the other one quips at you and winks.
You stare daggers at the Horned Owl Bastard and his friend, the Rooster Head— the two giants you’ve been stuck with since entering university. The dorks you can’t say “no” to. 
“Ahh, what the hell!” you throw your hands up in the air, “You’re getting me two ice pops right after this!” and you start stretching your arms while walking towards the court. Bokuto and Kuroo follow you and fistbump each other behind your back. You can feel their smirks behind you, and you shake your head disapprovingly.
Dammit. Why do I love these two idiots?
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“Y/n-chaan! Just one more please!” Bokuto holds his palms together, begging you.
“You’ve said that for the 37th time now! No!”
“22nd,” Kuroo replies while sitting down and leaning back against the wall. He has one knee up and an arm resting over it, water bottle in hand while watching the two of you, “He’s said that for the 22nd time now.” 
You menacingly turn your head to glower at him, “Shut up. Why aren’t you the one setting to him?”
Kuroo takes a sip of water and smirks at you, “I’m taking a break.” 
Based on previous experience, Kuroo knows to leave the court before being the last person with Bokuto. That owl with frosted tips just has boundless energy even when everyone around him has run dry. His long hours of practice are unbearable. Your fingers are practically threatening to fall off if you did one more set.
“Besides, he likes your sets more than mine.”
“Yeah, y/n-chan! Your sets are the best!” 
Your shoulders slump forward and your eyes start to glaze tiredly at him, “You’re just saying that to get some more spike practice in.”
“Nooo…” he looks down and scuffs the floor with his shoe. The damn idiot has the gall to act all cutesy in front of you with his arms behind his back.
You’re about to suck it up and do a few more for him when an unfamiliar voice comes out of nowhere.
“I can set for you.”
Three pairs of eyes look to see a man by the gym doors holding a volleyball. The sun was dramatically setting behind him, illuminating his tall figure and messy jet black hair. He looks straight at Bokuto and repeats in a slightly monotone but pleasant voice, “I can set for you. I have the whole day.”
Knowing Bokuto, you and Kuroo would think that he’d jump at the chance to practice with someone new, but then he was just standing there. Mouth wide open, staring at this pretty-faced stranger who seemed to be the answer to his neverending volleyball session.
“Oh, um uh… THANK YOU!” he bows so low, trying to avoid the gunmetal blue gaze directed at him. 
The stranger approaches and returns the bow, “I’m Akaashi, Keiji by the way.”
Bokuto raises his head and his voice gets caught in his throat. He’s mesmerized by the soft timbre of his tone and the thin smooth lips that said: “I can set for you. I have the whole day.” It makes his knees buckle and Akaashi grabs his arm to steady him. Bokuto’s face reddens like a poppy flower, freshly bloomed.
At this point, you’ve sneaked your way back to sit next to Kuroo on the sidelines while watching the whole ordeal.
“What the hell is that supposed to be? What kind of reaction is that?” 
“Uhh… love-at-first-sight?” Kuroo shrugs his shoulders. “Right?” 
“Love-at-first-sight? Blegh.” you fake vomit into your hand and Kuroo snickers at you, “That still happens?” 
“Well, it’s our favorite airhead.”
“Of course, he would. Only idiots like him would be so disgustingly lovesick like that. He’s just some touch-starved leech who latches on to anything that moves!” 
Kuroo throws his head back, cackling, “Ahaha, yikes. Someone hurt you or something?” 
Your glowering irises are ready to emit death rays at any moment now, “No. I just don’t believe in shit like that! Cause who the hell has time to commit to such emotions at first glance?” you throw your hands up and shake your head, “Like fuck! I can’t even commit to what shirt I should wear in the morning!” 
“Well, that’s expected. Your stuff never really matches,” he looks at you, scanning your outfit and shrugs.  
Target locked. Death rays initiated.  
You’re about to lock him in a vise grip, but he acts too quickly for you and scampers away before you could pummel him. The ringing of Kuroo’s cackles resounds through the air and you almost chase him but decide against it. You huff indignantly, blowing a stray piece of hair away from your face. Any remaining energy you have isn't worth spending on that rooster-hair bastard.
Instead, you watch Bokuto uncharacteristically fumble on his spikes, one after the other, and he's nearing borderline emo mode. You let out a snort seeing how much he’s embarrassing himself when he was perfectly fine hitting that ball with you just a second ago.
Hah! I never thought I’d see that simpleton ace combust and fluster about like this! 
You thank the stranger who willingly took your place to satisfy that damn owl. 
Well, I must agree, Taro-chan. He is quite pretty.
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citrusweather · 2 years
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first laughs with your three best friends: suga, daichi, & asahi
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pairings: daichi x suga x asahi x reader
wc: 506
summary: a short snippet of my current wip on ao3
author’s note: this is part of my chapter where y/n meets daichi, suga, and asahi for the first time, and they're about to part ways for the day (except for suga, who gets left behind at college with you). it's a best friends to lovers au! hope you enjoy it, and if so, you can read the rest of the work here!
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The four of you get to the station, and you find out that Daichi and Asahi were planning to board the train home after visiting Suga for the weekend.  
Daichi turns over to you, “Now, y/n-san, we hate to leave Suga with you”—Suga overhears and yells “ HEEYYY!” ready to pounce on Daichi if it weren’t for Asahi holding him back— “but you seem like someone who can handle him fine.” he smirks.  
You raise one eyebrow and give Daichi a sly smile. “Gosh,” you sigh so loudly and act as animatedly as possible, “what am I going to do?! He’s gonna be a handful, isn’t he?” you smack the side of your head, feigning distress. 
Suga stares at you in shock, “Heeeyy.. How could yo —”  
“He definitely will be. You’re doing us a public service, y/n-san.” Daichi salutes and bows to you— acting all police officer-like. You snort and chuckle while Asahi guffaws right next to you. Daichi joins in, leaving a slack-jawed Suga starting to look annoyed.  
“Well, officer. Since I’ll be keeping tabs on him, I might need your number to report any shenanigans he pulls.”  
Daichi stops mid-laugh, cheeks slightly pink, and he looks at you all confused, “Huh?”  
You, Suga and Asahi turn to each other, and they see the obvious mischief in your eyes.  
“AHAHAHAHA!!” the three of you all erupt hysterically, seeing the poor befuddled Daichi. You amaze yourself with how smooth that line came out and how easy it was to just laugh uncontrollably with people you just met. 
We must be friends from a previous lifetime, you thought to yourself. You’re not usually one who makes friends easily, so you’re thankful for the surprises this day brings. 
The merriment continues until you hear the announcement for the subway coming, signaling the time to part ways. Daichi and Asahi give one last round of goodbyes before stepping in, and they turn to look at you and Suga, giving one final wave as the doors shut. You raise your hand giving a shy wave back. The subway starts to take off and slowly rattles away. It’s just you and Suga now. You look over and see his wistful face still staring at the tunnel.  
Sensing the cheeriness in the air dying down, you slightly pat his shoulder as though you were comforting a lost child, “Hey, it’s going to be okay! Your boyfriends will come back soon, don’t worry!”  
Suga turns his head slowly and stares at you with disapproval. “Yeah, they better be.” he looks you up and down, “I can tell that you're the actual one who’s going to be a handful.”
You shrug your shoulders and start walking away, a slow smile tugging at your mouth, “Whatever.” you say as you turn your head back to look at him.  
Suga locks eyes with you and a soft smile starts to paint his face. He makes his way over and gives one last look back at the tunnel before walking alongside with you leaving the station.
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citrusweather · 2 years
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suga being the typical "mom" friend
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pairings: sugawara koushi x reader
wc: 479
summary: a short snippet of my current wip on ao3
author’s note: this is part of my intro chapter for my best friends to lovers au suga fic! hope you enjoy it, and if so, you can read the rest of the work here!
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“Ah, shoot. Guess I lost my bet this time.” Suga chuckles seeing that you made it through the doors right on schedule (your schedule, that is—being at least a couple minutes late to everything). You check the time: 10:03 AM.   
“You lost? What’s with the change, huh?” you ask cynically. “Don’t you usually bet that I’d be late like always?”  
Suga eyes you mischievously. “Nope. Not today,” he says matter-of-factly. “I thought you’d want to be the first one here to get that piece of paper, called a degree, so that you can rush back home and go back to sleep.” he laughs knowing how close you are to your first love (your first love— meaning your soft and dreamy bed).  
You smile, thinking how nice that would be to just go back and drift to sleep. Celebrating momentous special occasions were never really your thing, despite yearning for the end of university life with its sleepless semesters and never-ending work. “Well, I wish I could,” you shrug while putting your heels back on. “My bed has been the one single thing that’s been with me through it all!”  
Suga gapes at you, face shocked. “The ONLY one who’s been there for you?” His mouth forms a small “O” shape and he clutches at his heart with such dramatic flair. You snicker at the whole ordeal. “Hmmph” he pouts and looks away. You just know he's rolling his eyes right now and he turns back to you with a slight smile at the edge of his lips. He then proceeds to straighten out the sleeves of your graduation gown.
Suga’s always been there with you too, but of course you’ll never miss a chance to tease him.  
He takes a few cherry blossom petals off your head as you try and brush up from your hectic morning. “I bet you walked around dazed in thought again even though you were trying to hurry,” he teased. Years of college have taught him how easily distracted you get. It’s the type of absent-mindedness where you might be solely focused doing one thing, and yet you have a radar for shiny objects that take away all of your attention in a snap. 
“Well come on, you’re late enough as it is.” He grabs your wrist leading you like a lost child to find your spots in line next to the other graduates.  
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, mom .” You stick out your tongue at him, glaring into the back of his head as he drags you through the crowd.  
How funny is it that your best friend throughout college still feels the need to berate you for every little thing. There’s almost never a time where you listen to anyone’s nagging (not even your own mom’s), but you guess it’s entertaining enough when it comes from your seemingly pleasant (yet snarky) silver-haired friend. 
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citrusweather · 2 years
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haikyuu boys taking care of you when you’re sick
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pairings: iwaizumi x reader, oikawa x reader
wc: 663
summary: y/n is sick and quick to come to her side are her two best friends: oikawa and iwaizumi
author’s note: i wrote this drabble out of boredom (and out of wanting to be spoiled). i’ve been sick these past 2 weeks and stuck in bed. stay healthy out there!
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“Okay babe, do you want me to rub your belly? Give you a hug? Hold you? Cuddle yo—”
“Yo shut up shittykawa,” Iwaizumi pushes Oikawa aside. “You’re barreling her with too many questions and making her even more sick.” Oikawa gives him his signature pout as he walks back to the kitchen. Iwa sits at the foot of your bed and stretches out to hold your hand as you lay on your side, swaddled in a blanket.
It’s day two of your stomach bug, and you're as miserable as ever. Having a sensitive stomach has always left you with all kinds of stomach issues since you were little. It leaves you feeling nauseous and woozy for days on end.
Even the boys knew that. That’s why they’re always the first visitors to your door whenever you’re sick.
“If there is anything you need at all  just let us know, okay?” Iwaizumi squeezes your hand to reassure you.
You would typically give him a small smile at the sound of that, but you’re too focused on trying not to throw up again. You slightly nod your head, trying to make as little movement as possible to keep from getting nauseous.
“Y/n-chaaann… do you want any chocolate syrup on your pancakes?” Oikawa sing-songs to you. Iwa sees you shaking your head, and he shakes his head at Oikawa. Oikawa gives him a thumbs up and turns off the stove. He walks over to you with breakfast and sets the lap tray on your bed. 
A small stack of perfectly round pancakes sits right in the middle. They’re plain today with no chocolate drizzle or the customary strawberries and whipped cream it’s often paired with. Instead, surrounding it is a single banana, a glass of milk, a bottle of gatorade, and some water.
Iwa would typically berate Oikawa for serving such a measly, incomplete, nutrient-deficient, and just plain unappetizing breakfast, but he knows that whenever your stomach bug hits, you can barely swallow a bite of anything, and you need all the hydration you can get.
“Okay, I know it’s hard to eat anything right now, but you still need your energy,” Iwa helps you up. You grumble in your covers as he firmly grasps both of your sides, lifting you like a lifeless rag doll to sit up.
Oikawa lines some pillows behind your back. He moves the tray closer to you and asks, “Do you want me to feed you, y/n-chan? I’ll give you small bites so that you can just take it slowly!”
You nod your head slightly and respond with a croak, “Yes, please.”
“There we go! I miss hearing that voice! Little croaky morning voice!” Oikawa slices some pancakes, “Croaking like a cute little frog, haha! Ribbit, ribbit! Hahaha! Ribbit, ribbit!”
And he’s about to give you your first bite when he’s met with the coldest of stares from both you and Iwa-chan. You had your mouth half-open ready to be fed but also ready to flick him in the forehead (if only you had the energy). Iwa on the other hand has his arms crossed, ready to swipe the fork away from him and feed you himself.
Oikawa's smile doesn’t waver, and he holds the fork up to your mouth. “Okay, open wide and say ahh!” he sing-songs and winks at you.
“Trashykawa,” you and Iwa mutter under your breaths simultaneously, making you raise your eyebrows and turn to each other in surprise.
You try to contain the impending laughter, but a snort suddenly comes out and Iwa doubles over. Chuckles resound between the two of you, making the bed rattle in response. Thankfully, it doesn't make you feel nauseous. 
Instead, it only makes Oikawa complain louder in the background, whining of how ungrateful you are and how mean Iwa-chan is. He crosses his arms and pouts while looking away, making you and Iwa laugh even harder over how petty this trashykawa truly is sometimes all the time.
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