How are they like during sex
part 1, part 2
ft. Akaashi keji and Kageyama tobio
cw; you heard of the bible now get ready for the bible 2! DNI R18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
a/n note: got carried away with akaashi's and I was supposed to finish this a month ago bejebi- and wasn't that satisfied with this one-
first time;boi was super shy uwu, no like seriously you made the first move- he loves kisses especially when they end up as a make out session. It usually ends there but come on how long are you supposed to go on the same track? it was during one of your heated make out session, as you slowly snaked your arm up his leg reaching his thigh and finally his bulge. unzip it as you rubbed the tip, spreading the precum causing him to groan, pumping his length. it was quick to say the least not much of foreplays cause the fact you were already dripping wet and you ended up riding him.
regularity;a switch. he likes to dominate or be dominated, just tell him which one, prefers rough sex and quickies before matches to release tension. kageyama particular uses full nelson whenever the two of you have angry sex. it allows him complete control over your body, your legs pinned in the air while he fucks you from below. on the other side, Kageyama also prefers oasis for when you two have more sensual sex. he holds you close the entire time, peppering your chest, neck, and lips with kisses.
first time;he hesitated to make the first move like he was unsure if you were ok with it or not. planned out when, how, where like EVERYTHING. you would always drool over his fingers, how pretty they were and how good they would feel like which caused you to space out often. one evening akaashi was tutoring you after school in an empty classroom, you started spacing out like usual staring at his fingers. he soon noticed your behavior, move in your seat and squeezing your thighs together. he raised a brow in "confusion" as he called out, 'y/n is everything OK?' he asks being oh so oblivious. you shoke your head escaping from your trance,'ya I'm fi-', 'oh really? then why were you you squirming and squeezing your thighs? I know you're been touching yourself and not even ask my help, is it because we just started dating?', 'kaashi that's not what I mea-', 'shh~ no talking I need to tutor you now don't I?~'
regularity;He's a sub. Maybe a switch if you work him up enough.On the kinky scale, he's not too high up. His biggest kink is to be loved and appreciated. pretty bois 🤝 moaning, ugh the best thing. as a dom, do I have to say it? brat taming and bdsm like idk he's definitely that type. He just loves to be in control, be superior and put you in your place. if you’re going to give akaashi a blowjob, then pendent is the position to do it. he loves having your cute little ass right in front of his face so he can slap it while you suck him off. Really good at aftercare. He knows how important it is to come down after an intense session and will be there with pain meds, water, and cuddles!
# night time routines with their babies !
✫ ft. dad!akaashi , atsumu , suna , kageyama x parent!reader
✫ a/n: might do a part 2 so lemme know what characters you'd like to see! fair warning, this was written v quickly sorry in advance <3
✫ AKAASHI — he enters the doorway after a long, tiring day at work and puts his things down to go straight to you to give you a kiss. it's a part of his routine, something he'd never skip even if exhaustion overshadowed every thought in his mind. you're sitting at the dining table as a song from a kids show plays in the background. you've just finished feeding your daughter, who's happily babbling with baby food slipping down her chubby face. she squeals with joy as keiji wipes her face with a napkin and kisses her head, murmuring a "dad’s home" into her skin. taking her out of her high chair, he takes her into his arms and tickles her sides with his fingers. her laughter immediately washes away any tension that was picking away at him, his cheeks warming up at the sound he longs to hear every day. he loves moments like this, when she’s safe in his arms with her cute legs kicking back and forth, his large hand supporting her back as she babbles away. and even though keiji can’t understand a word she’s saying, he likes to think that she’s telling him about her day spent with you — how you played peek-a-boo with her, gave her a warm bath, and how you kissed her cheeks throughout the day, making sure she felt how much love you two have for her.
✫ ATSUMU — coming back to the twins is the best part of his day. as much as he loves setting and seeing his team members every day, he loves playing around with his boys before they go to bed even more. there really is nothing better than their little smiles and identical dimples. every night, he leans over their cribs and pinches their cheeks before picking them both up into his arms. and even though it's a bit past their bed time, he brings them over to your shared bedroom and places them on his stomach as he lies down on the bed next to you. his muscles finally relax and he feels at ease with his boys sitting on his torso, gently poking their tiny fingers at his face. they should be asleep, and they'll probably be extra cranky in the morning, but atsumu revels in their sleepy giggles. without a doubt, your hand finds it's way to his hair, scratching at his scalp to help him relax after a tiring day at practice. wanting your attention, too, your sons crawl off atsumu’s body to receive some of your love and affection (they can't help it — they're just like their dad). and now you have three pouting boys splayed across the bed waiting to receive their goodnight kisses.
✫ SUNA — after a long day of practice, suna loves coming home to see his baby girl laying down on her belly on the carpeted floor. her little hands prod at the dog plushie she's been obsessed with lately. she just looks so cute, and suna can't help but lie down onto his stomach to place a soft kiss to her nose, showing her a rare, toothy smile. and while she peers up at her dad with wide and curious eyes, he takes ahold of her tiny body to lift her up in the air as he gets off the floor to find you. laughter leaves her lips as he gently tosses her into the air on the walk to her room. they find you in the nursery picking out her pajamas for the night — a purple onesie that suna was adamant on buying, knowing that it would look beautiful against your daughter's green eyes. "aw, my baby's gonna wear the clothes i got her?" he coos at her. "your dad has a good sense of style, doesn't he?" he places three consecutive kisses to her cheeks before walking over to press his lips against yours. and as he changes her into her cozy pajamas, he places her in her crib and whispers a quiet "see you first thing in the morning, cutie," before tracing her rosy cheeks with his finger to lull her to sleep.
✫ KAGEYAMA — every night, on the very sofa you two had countless movie nights, kageyama gives his daughter her bottle for dinner. even when he's drained from hours and hours of practice, he values this time the most. he looks forward to relaxing with her in his arms as she falls in and out of sleep from the warmth of the bottle and her dad's body. his eyes stay glued to her little lips as they drink from the bottle, her cheeks puffing out cutely with each sip. it's times like these when he's in awe of his life — he has everything he's ever wanted. you're curled into his side watching little animals from some kids show dance around the tv screen. if he could freeze this moment in time and stay in it forever, he would. his heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest. and kageyama is not often overwhelmed, or so he says, but he feels his pulse quicken as his daughter falls fast asleep and nuzzles deeper into his arms. he places featherlight kisses on her face before leaning over and doing the same to you.
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how you know they’re interested in you !
✸ ft. atsumu, akaashi, kuroo, matsukawa, suna, & hinata
✸ info & warnings: fluff
✸ ATSUMU tries to find a way to subtlety touch you. he’s always respectful and never crosses your boundaries; all his touches are pg. it’s more likely that he’ll do actions that allow him to “accidentally” make contact with you. dropping his pencil and claiming that you have a crumb on your face are some of the excuses he comes up with. he doesn’t think it’s very noticeable, but the smile he wears after his finger brush up against yours or he’s oh so close to touching your lips is a dead give away that he’s enjoying it much more than any other person would.
✸ AKAASHI is always stealing sneaky glances when you aren’t looking. watching you live life freely without a care makes him realize just how much he likes you. seeing you burst into laughter when you’re with your friends brings a genuine smile to his face. even just watching you walk down the street or mouth the lyrics to the song playing through your headphones makes his heart swell in his chest. he’s always quick to drag his eyes away if you happen to turn and make eye contact with him. he’s left a blushing mess knowing that you caught him.
✸ KUROO mirrors your behavior and body language. it’s unconscious and he doesn’t even pick up on it until he thinks back on your previous exchanges. it always starts with the little things; when you smile, he smiles. when you nod, he nods. nothing odd about that. but more specific actions like crossing your arms or running a hand over your hair are duplicated by kuroo when you two are talking. even though he isn’t actively thinking about what he’s doing, it shows that he’s truly engaged in the interaction and enjoys each conversation he has with you.
✸ MATSUKAWA leans in closer to you. being in your presence isn’t enough for him. he has the intense want to feel close to you—emotionally and physically. since physically is the easy part for him, that’s what he sticks to. if you want to show him something on your phone, he takes the opportunity to bump shoulders with you just to look a the picture on your screen. when you guys are walking together on the sidewalk there’s only a hair of space between the two of you. he always insists on being the one who sits next to you when you guys and your friends go out to eat because he wants to be near you.
✸ SUNA texts you late at night. when he’s having trouble falling asleep for the night, the first thought his mind wanders to is you. to him, you’re someone he enjoys having around and is worth sacrificing sleep for. he doesn’t mind if you two send each other memes, play the dumb little games, or just talk about the day—he’s just happy that he gets to have this extra time with you, even if it is only virtual. if it’s super late and you’ve already gone to bed, he’ll follow up his first message with one that says, “guess you’re already sleep. have a good rest.”
✸ HINATA fidgets while talking to you. he gets nervous when you’re nearby and that anxiety manifests in the form of fiddling and toying with whatever he can reach. it’s not that you make him uncomfortable, but he thinks it’ll help put his mind at ease if his entire focus isn’t on you. he’ll pull at a loose thread on his shirt, flick at his favorite keychain, or roll the lobe of his ear between his fingers. it doesn’t stop him from stumbling over his words, but he seems to find it helpful. it’s almost as if he needs to keep his hands busy or else he’ll end up grabbing yours.
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when they're jealous !
about. akaashi, atsumu, oikawa, suna, osamu
note. added more characters bcz i didn't have a drabble idea <3 queued w self rbs !
isn't vocal about it but there's a fair change of behavior which is rather obvious, if noticed carefully. you may think he isn't the type of get jealous but his gaze grows sharper as if he's planning someone's demise. again, he might not say anything about it, but expect his arms around your waist, or hands around your wrist a little more than usual. a little more inclination towards public affection, which is more of a sign to tell the person that you're off the markets. however, if you ever bring it up, he will end up getting flustered and switch topics multiple times.
is jealous but tries so hard not to make it obvious ( catch : he fails ) while his hands may or may be around your waist / wrist, his gaze and the exaggerated smile perfectly translates to ' you're talking to my s/o ' and it's funny, really. if things get serious, he would tell the person that you're his s/o and doesn't care if it makes everything a little awkward. would definitely whine because you were being hit on and you didn't even do anything. i mean, you could've told them that you already have a super hot and loving boyfriend — his words, of course.
gets so jealous, it embarrasses you. it's fine initially, he doesn't mind you talking to anyone, but that person has the audacity to hit on you while he's standing right next to you and it ticks him off. another second and his hands are around your shoulders, probably kissing your forehead. " i know, my s/o is so pretty " or if he wants to leave then probably makes excuses like, " i think we should go, my y/n needs to rest " even though you both arrived five minutes ago. over all, he adds 'my' after every salutation he uses for you and makes sure to stare into the depths of that person's eye to let him know that you're taken.
this man i swear, he doesn't even care. i mean he does, but he's best at hiding it. will probably listen to everything you and that 'sorry excuse of a human' — as he told you afterwards — are talking about. pretends to be busy on phone but he's probably typing phrases like, ' i'll kill you ' and ' you son of a bitch, get away from my s/o ' on his notepad. also scoffs dramatically every once a while and it pauses the conversation for a solid second. one of the guys you were talking to the other day ordered maple pancakes for you and suna legit went, " they like vanilla pancakes more, " in short, his point is to make every comment that proves that he knows you better than anyone else and that gives it away that you belong to him <3
he's a patient guy, he doesn't pay much attention. osamu would simply observe you both talking while he's busy serving the customers but things take a turn when that other person tries to hold your hands, or anything physical. it blows him off, suddenly he's no longer the patient guy you know ( i mean he's atsumu's twin after all ) and then he'll walk to you with the most forced smile you've ever seen, saying : " having fun, darling? " while placing a peck on your nose. this loser gets so indulged into pda, you wonder if it's still osamu you're talking to. either way, he doesn't mind showing you off and stating it very clearly that you are his s/o until it gets imprinted in that stranger's mind.
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telling their s/o they’re being too clingy
w/ akaashi, kita, and bokuto
series masterlist here!
(a/n: since i like pain i’m doing another part of the series😐
anyways! this may be the last part to this prompt since i don’t really write for anyone else but it really just depends!! but i hope it’s a good one ;) prompt is in the timeskip like usual!)
it was honestly pretty rare for the two of you to get into fights
but recently you’d been feeling a little needy and it felt like your own boyfriend didn’t care
he was always busy working on the current manga or too tired to tend to you
and he really never got all that defensive when it came to you communicating these things to him
so you confronted him
“keiji, don’t you think you could take a break for a couple days?”
but as the two of you talked, he got frustrated and ended up lashing out at you
“maybe i’m not the problem, y/n. have you ever considered that you’re just clingy?”
you reeled back, hurt
even after both of you apologized and he promised to be better to you, you couldn’t stop thinking about what he said
akaashi sighs, the last panel finally finished and looking spectacular. he’s been working so hard on it, and now that he’s done, he can finally spend some time with you.
he picks up dinner on his way home, excited to see you. he’s gotten your favorite food and he can’t wait to come home and be with you.
when he opens the door, he calls your name, and your response from the other room is soft. it’s a little strange; usually you’d be on him already, but keiji assumes you must be busy or something.
“hi, baby!” he mumbles, coming over to kiss you. you smile softly at him before returning to whatever is on your laptop.
he stands there awkwardly.
“i brought dinner home. it’s your favorite, isn’t it?” he prompts, holding it out to you. you stare up at him, nodding silently.
his eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he sets down the food anyway.
the two of you eat silently, and the air is somewhat tense and a little awkward. akaashi can’t figure out what’s wrong, but he feels that asking would just make it worse.
when you’re done, you smile at him and put your dishes away before slipping into the bedroom wordlessly.
akaashi sighs. he’d hoped that you’d be as excited to see him as he’d been for you, but now he feels like something’s off.
when he follows you into the bedroom, he sits beside you on the bed, poking you gently. he looks down at you softly.
“did you wanna watch something together? i got some snacks from the market; we could eat those?” he suggests, hopeful. your eyes light up at that before dimming as you look away, as if you’ve remembered something important.
“it’s okay, keiji.”
his heart sinks.
“actually, i think i’m gonna go to bed for the night,” you say quietly. he looks at the time. 8:48. you never go to bed that early.
the two of you sit in an awkward silence, and akaashi can’t think of what went wrong.
he thinks about how the two of you fought just yesterday, but you surely can’t have believed anything he’d said? how could he ever feel that way about you? he loves you more than anything in the world.
but when he glances at you, he realizes that his words had hurt you much more than you let on. you won’t even look at him.
so he reaches over, hands sliding under you, and hoists you up into his lap.
“what? i can’t cuddle with my baby?”
“you don’t have to do this just because i complained last night,” you laugh dryly, attempting to mask the hurt he caused you. he sees right through it though, hand coming up to brush your cheek gently.
“baby,” he whispers. “you know i didn’t mean it like that.”
you exhale, looking away. “you were right, though. i’m too needy.”
he forces you to look at him at that. “hey. that’s not true at all, okay? i love you, more than anything, and i love being close to you and spending time with you. you’re never too needy.”
you let him press soft kisses all over your face, giggling when he gets to your neck. he smiles against you.
“let’s spend some time together, ‘kay?”
even before the two of you got in a relationship, you understood that kita was a very blunt person
he did not hold back and was a little too honest
but while he was cold and blunt, he was also kind and thoughtful, and you loved that about him
you felt as though you were a little too much for him, but he never really said anything, so you assumed he didn’t mind
but one day, he came home from work exhausted
after the two of you got ready for bed, you tried to cuddle him, hoping maybe you’d get a few hugs and kisses before going to sleep
but he pushed you away firmly
“will you stop being so clingy? i don’t want to be around you all the time.”
with that, he turned away from you, and you did the same, the air tense
even as you fell asleep, you couldn’t get his words out of your mind
today has been a great day for kita.
work went well and the weather was amazing. now the only thing he wants to do is come home to you and have dinner together. he can’t wait to tell you all about his day and hear about yours.
on his way home, he passes by that pastry shop you love. he figures you’d appreciate it if you picked some dessert up.
he buys some crepe cakes and pastries, hoping you’ll accept them.
when he gets home, he’s surprised you’re not in the living room or in the kitchen. you’re usually there, waiting for him.
he can see that there’s dinner on the stove, but you’re not out and about, probably in the bedroom. he opens the door, and his prediction is confirmed. you’re sitting on the bed, scrolling on your phone. at the sound of the door opening, you look up.
“hi, shin,” you greet, grinning softly. he nods.
“do you want to eat with me?” he offers, gesturing to the dining table. he wants to just talk to you for a minute, maybe share some dessert with you.
you shake your head. “i already ate. there’s leftovers on the stove, though!”
shinsuke stands there, dumbfounded. you’ve always waited up for him. perhaps you were simply really hungry?
“right. well, i brought home some dessert from that pastry shop you like. why don’t you come out and take a look at it?” he suggests, hoping the idea will coax you.
you want to take his offer, but the last time you tried to get close to him, he completely shot you down. the humiliation from last night is still fresh.
“i’m okay, babe. i’ll just get some later, ‘kay?”
he sighs. he really hadn’t expected your rejection in the slightest, and he’s a little embarrassed.
he sits down to eat, alone. he was looking forward to seeing you all day, but you’re not acting at all like yourself. he misses your affection and giggles and sweet touches.
he wonders if you’re upset about what he said to you last night. he hadn’t meant to be so mean to you; he was just having a bad day and it kind of just slipped out. he’d hoped you would forget about it, but he can’t help but to think maybe you’re still a little upset about it.
he gets up and pushes the door open.
“are you upset with me?”
you look up at him, baffled.
“i pushed you away last night, and i feel like you’re upset with me.”
you look away. so that’s what this is about.
“i’m not upset, okay?” you answer, avoiding his gaze.
“but you’re acting strange, and it’s making me uneasy. i want you to be yourself around me,” he explains. you finally look at him.
“i just don’t understand what you want, shin. you didn’t want me when i tried to be myself, so i tried to give you space, and you’re still not happy. i’m just trying to be enough for you and it’s not working,” you ramble, frustrated. his eyes widen slightly in surprise.
he comes over and sits in front of you on the bed. his gaze is sharp, and you as much as you want to look away, you can’t.
“you are more than enough for me,” he reassures you, as if the statement is obvious. “i’m sorry for the way i treated you last night. i thought about you all day and i couldn’t wait to see you, and i’m sorry you thought i didn’t love you for who you are. i love everything about you.”
kita is the most honest person you know, and you know he means every word he says. when he nuzzles at your cheek playfully, you laugh, and he realizes just how much he missed the sound.
“i love you.”
you sober, and smile gently.
“i love you.”
you were both very clingy people in general
bokuto never seemed to have a problem with your touchiness
you loved that you could be affectionate with him, and that he was okay with it
but one day, you weren’t so sure about yourself anymore
bokuto had to leave for business on the day that you’d planned a date, and he’d completely forgotten
“koutaro, how could you not tell me?”
he was getting frustrated and stressed out, and before he left, he ended up lashing out at you
“i’m sorry, okay? it’s not my fault you’re so clingy. don’t put this on me!”
he left angrily, slamming the door shut
you sat in your apartment, dejected and upset
he texted you later apologizing and promising he’d smother you with lots of hugs and kisses when he got home
but you weren’t so sure anymore
you look around, searching for his hair above the crowd. the airport is pretty crowded, but you know you’ll be able to spot him anywhere.
and then you finally see him, and your eyes meet. excitement bubbles up in your stomach and you run to meet him before slowing down and stopping a few feet in front of him. you don’t want anything like what happened the other day to happen again.
bokuto waits for you to throw your arms around him, anticipation swimming in his eyes, but you just grab his suitcase for him and gesture for him to follow you to where your car is. he droops, missing your touch, but follows you nonetheless.
the car ride is uneventful, and the two of you make awkward small talk. it’s a little weird, and bokuto is itching to touch you, but you don’t seem to be in the mood for it. maybe when you get home you’ll cuddle him?
but when you finally do get home, you’re back to ignoring him. you help him unpack, muttering things about dinner, but it’s like he’s barely even there. he sighs sadly.
when you’re making dinner, he watches you, hoping you’ll turn around and wrap your arms around his waist like you sometimes do. but you hum to yourself, barely even acknowledging his presence in the kitchen.
he pulls at your sleeve desperately, and you turn to see him.
“what is it?” you ask gently. he stares at you, and you stare back at him, and he won’t tell you what’s wrong. you sigh, shrugging him off, and return to making dinner.
he goes to sulk at the table, touch starved and frustrated.
he doesn’t understand why you’re being so distant. he’s spent quite a long time away from you, all of which he’s spent missing your touch, and now you won’t even give him the time of day.
not only does he just want to touch you, but he feels like he’s done something wrong, and he doesn’t know what.
after dinner, you’re washing dishes, and he decides to try again. he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and squeezes. you try to evade him, but he holds you in place. your attempt doesn’t go unnoticed, however.
“kou, i need to wash the dishes.”
“why are you being so weird?” he mumbles into your neck, and you freeze.
“what are you talking—”
“stop, ‘kay?” he mumbles, scarily serious, and you turn to investigate. he looks hurt, and you blanch.
“you’ve been avoiding me all day, and i don’t understand what i did wrong,” he explains.
oh, you think.
“baby, it’s not your fault, okay? i’ve just been thinking,” you tell him, turning away. “i’ve been thinking about what you said before you left. about the way i act and how it can get a little annoying, and i just thought maybe some space would be—”
“no!” he blurts. you pause.
“wh-what do you mean, ‘no?’”
“i don’t want space! i came home and i missed you and you don’t even wanna cuddle,” he utters.
“i didn’t mean it,” he whispers. “what i said that day. and i think you should completely forget about it and come be with me instead.”
when you look up at him, he looks like he means it. his eyebrows are furrowed in determination, and the sight is equal parts hilarious and endearing.
you slip into his arms wordlessly, allowing him to swallow you up and tighten his hold on you.
“missed you so much,” he mumbles, barely coherent. “don’t do that again.” you laugh.
“alright, bo. whatever you want.”
HAIKYUU SMUT VISUALS
cast: post timeskip! akaashi, atsumu, kuroo, iwaizumi, sakusa
warning: minors do not interact! p#rn links↓, nsfw, 18+
✎ AKAASHI KEIJI
"you taste like honey"
"yeah, keep playing with yourself"
"sorry for ruining your pretty dress, angel"
"good girl, stay still"
✎ ATSUMU MIYA
"let's see who will come first"
"i just can't get enough of you"
"do you like the view sweetheart?"
"say hi to my friends babe"
✎ KUROO TETSURO
"wanna try this position?"
"i will make you feel so good"
"my poor kitty, i'm gonna take care of you"
"do you want me to switch hole baby?"
✎ IWAIZUMI HAJIME
"have you been a good girl?"
"open wide, darling"
"fine, you can be on top this time"
"you're already so wet? i've barely touched you"
✎ SAKUSA KIYOOMY
"i told you to stop squirming around so much"
"i can take you whenever and wherever i want"
"look at you grinding on my leg, how pathetic"
"you said you wanted rough doll, right?'
when someone asks your boyfriend if you’re single
⤷ oikawa, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi, akaashi ; [gn!reader]
warnings/genre: fluff, a little jealousy as a treat
notes: reblogs help me tons!!
he’s honestly so confused and can’t figure out if this is a prank or not
oikawa likes to flaunt his relationship with you, so the person has to be a complete stranger
either way, he quickly tells them that you’re taken, and he gets so smug and cocky whenever the person’s face falls
oikawa could tell the guy sitting beside him was staring at you. he didn’t like it, but surely the guy had seen him talking to you before that, right?
he thought so until the guy started speaking at least.
“you’re friends with them, right?” the person asked, and then continued whenever oikawa looked over at him. “do they have a boyfriend?”
oikawa’s eyes narrowed a little, eyebrows furrowing and lips forming something like a frown. he crossed his arms over his chest in much the same way a dog would raise its hackles.
“yes, actually. and their boyfriend is super hot. strong too, he could probably beat your ass.”
“ah, too bad. kinda sounds like you want him if you think hes so hot, huh?”
oikawa just rolled his eyes. he was about to answer whenever you walked over to the two of them, hand reaching out to him. he grabbed it quickly, then stood and began to walk away with you.
however, he made a point to turn and flash a victorious smile at the stranger.
he acts so calm but on the inside he’s gotten more jealous than he’s been in a long time
not that he doesn’t trust you, of course, but he didn’t like the idea of someone else picturing themself with you
rather, he didn’t like to picture you with someone else
he’ll be calm — cold and with a sinister edge to his voice, but calm
“hey, are you listening to me?” suna asked, snapping to get the other’s attention.
your boyfriend was supposed to be showing a new member of the team around, but whenever suna followed the guy’s gaze, he found that the other guy was distracted by you.
“oh- yeah, sorry. that uh- that person over there, the one talking to atsumu. what’s their name?”
suna huffed, but answered, “y/n.”
“are they dating anyone right now?”
that got suna’s attention. he nodded despite how much he wanted to walk over and throw his arm around you, pull you close to him.
“yeah.” suna said, trying to keep his voice level but it just came out tense. “and both of them are committed, so you might as well forget it.”
“really? do you think if-”
“I said forget it.”
bokuto just,, shuts down
he goes kind of quiet — suddenly, the usual loud and hyper bokuto is gone, replaced with a meek and submissive version
he gets jealous, sure, but he mostly just gets insecure about himself
you know he loves you, and yet he doesn’t think he can ever tell you that enough
“that person over there, what’s their name?”
bokuto turned to look at the person, then followed to where they were looking. he stared at you for a moment, trying to decide why a stranger would want to know that.
“c’mon, man, i saw you talking to them earlier.”
“y/n.” bokuto responded finally, smiling a little whenever you turned and gave him a small wave.
however, you’d turned away from him again whenever his face fell, whenever he heard the other guy’s next words.
“y/n, huh? that’s a nice name. but they don’t have a boyfriend, do they?”
again, bokuto was quiet for a moment. he felt his heart sink, felt the anxiety start to build and turn his stomach.
“they do, actually,” bokuto mumbled, and began to nervously play with his hands. he wasn’t really sure when he’d started that habit, but it was almost a relief from his anxieties at the time.
“ah, too bad.” the guy sighed, but walked away without another complaint.
it took bokuto another few minutes to walk over to you. normally, he wouldn’t mind, but he really didn’t want to bother you. you’d never seen him being insecure as annoying before, but still he was worried.
“hey, y/n?” he’d asked and was met with a small amount of relief whenever you walked away from your friends to talk to him.
“hey bo, what’s wrong?”
“uhm,” bokuto started talking, but he couldn’t look anywhere but down at the floor. “you love me, right? you don’t think i’m-”
“of course I love you! where is that coming from?”
he just smiled and shook his head, then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. “no where. I love you too.”
Protective Boyfriend Iwa™ activated
you know the “step the fuck up kyle” vine? that but it’s actually kind of intimidating
he’s trying to be calm but anyone can hear how tense his voice gets
iwaizumi recognized the voice as one of the new vbc members, so he was quick to look at them and ask what was wrong. however, he was a little confused when he say their eyes on you.
“does that person over there have a boyfriend?”
he blinked a few times before his face twisted into an expression somewhere between and annoyance and anger. “yes. why?”
the other person pouted. “i thought they were cute, and they seem nice. guess i should have figured they were already taken, huh?”
he stared at them for a while without saying a word. surely they were aware the two of you were dating, right? iwa knew that he wasn’t that much into PDA, but he also knew that he’s given you quick kisses in front of this guy before... hadn’t he?
“yeah, probably should have. i’m their boyfriend though, okay?”
akaashi usually isn’t the jealous type, but he can’t deny the small feelings of jealousy that he gets whenever the question gets asked
he won’t be necessarily aggressive about it, but he’ll tell them that you’re happily taken
he might tell the guy you’re married just incase the guy wants to try something 💀
he’ll be a little insecure afterwards though, won’t tell you about it but he acts clingier then he usually is
akaashi was probably the most approachable on the team. not that the others weren’t, but they tended to either be in a constant bad mood or they were rarely calm.
which is why akaashi thinks this person had asked him out of everyone on the team.
“you’re close with y/n, right?” the person started.
akaashi gave a confused look, but answered nonetheless, “yeah, why?”
“do you know if they have a boyfriend?”
akaashi took in a sharp breath; he honestly didn’t know why he was so taken aback by that, but then again it wasn’t as though either of you were hiding the relationship.
“actually, yeah, they’re engaged.” akaashi lied.
well, he didn’t know if it was a lie actually. he wanted to wait a little more and get your opinion on that type of thing, but he’d be more than happy to put a ring on your finger.
maybe then people wouldn’t ask him questions like that.
*.⋆ʚ WHAT HE SAYS AFTER KISSING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME
with: atsumu, tsukishima, akaashi, kuroo
isabelle says: short but sweet! → haikyū masterlist <3
*.⋆ʚ ATSUMU ⸻ pulls away from the kiss but keeps his hands loosely around your waist. he runs his fingers up and down your sides as he finally admires the view he’s wanted to see more than anything. you, in his arms. his heart skips beats as he realises that he suddenly feels a step closer to feeling complete. before the very moment he met you he had never considered love as having such importance, but now he can’t imagine going more than a second without your affection. ‘i’ve been waiting to do that for about ever, angel’
*.⋆ʚ TSUKISHIMA ⸻ tries so hard for you not to notice the way he smiles once his lips leave yours. he looks away from you and his hands pull against the strings of his hoodie, twirling them around his fingers, a nervous habit he seems to only have around you. he feels the delicate touch of your fingers on his jaw, guiding his attention back to where it belongs, and he prepares for you to make some kind of sneaky comment on his abnormal lovestruck attitude. but instead, he’s met with an adoring expression that almost makes him breathless. ‘what are you smiling at, idiot?’
*.⋆ʚ AKAASHI ⸻ brings you into his arms the second the kiss comes to a bittersweet stop. he buries his face into the crook of his neck while one of his hands pushes lightly into your back to guide you closer to him. he wonders if you can feel the heat of his cheeks against where they rest upon the slope of where your neck meets your shoulder. but then he realises that he doesn’t care, he wants you to know how absolutely in love he is with you in every way possible. ‘i’ve pretty much been dreaming of this moment, y/n’
*.⋆ʚ KUROO ⸻ leans his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes. he’ll never admit it but he’s so nervous that you weren’t as devoted to finally getting this kiss as he was. but when he sees the way your gaze lights up with hope and happiness he knows he’s too far gone to even think about kissing you as a mistake. he has to bite his lip to stop the massive grin from spreading across his face in eternal excitement. ‘i just kissed the prettiest person in the world, wow’
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COLLEGE!BF HQ BOYS
— because i have classes again and am yearning for affection </3
❥ tsukishima stops by the convenience store near your dorm every afternoon on his way to you, singlehandedly becoming your sole supplier of snacks and caffeine. you have never asked him to buy you anything, frowning when he drops the plastic bag filled with goodies on your desk. but all he does is gently flick away the crease that’s formed between your brows, “tsk. don’t flatter yourself, i was already there to get something for myself…just, let me do this for you.”
❥ akaashi sends you website and journal articles that he thinks may be useful for your papers. he probably knows just as much about your major as he does his own, given all the time he’s spent scanning through several articles by your side during all-nighters. on the rare occasion that he can’t join you, he just emails you everything. not only that, he even sends a care package with a cute little note : you’ve got this, my love! rooting for you today, like all days. - a.k.
❥ oikawa knows that there’s a particular book in the library you’ve been meaning to check out and he’s not above using his charms for you to get it. aware of your very busy schedule, oikawa comes by the library almost every afternoon to bother the librarians check if it’s available. he’s on a first name basis with everyone and each time they try to turn him away, he replies with the same thing : “c’mon, they really need this! yeah, yeah i’m annoying but wouldn’t you do anything for love too?”
❥ atsumu wakes up half an hour earlier than he normally would to pick you up from your apartment so you could go to campus together. your schedules aren’t kind to your relationship, so he tries to get as much time with you as he can throughout the day. atsumu walks you to your class then sprints to the other side of the campus to get to his own. he grabs onto the wooden doorframe of his classroom, panting and catching his breath, “i have an excuse……love?”
❥ kuroo holds your hand underneath the table and helps you make the powerpoint presentation for your report the next day. his other hand is either poking your cheek or pointing to a slide animation that he’s insisting you include. half the time his suggestions are jokes, the other half are actually helpful. kuroo squeezes your hand twice, making you tear your gaze away from the computer and place it onto him, “can you work a little quicker, babe? wanna take you out on a date.”
his favorite way to kiss you
❥ with suna, ushijima, akaashi, and atsumu
❥ warnings: suggestive content (16+)
❥ note: trying out something a little more spicy! not quite nsfw yet
suna — sitting on a couch, a bed, a chair, he loves kissing you while you straddle him. he keeps both hands on your back, one inching under the hem of your shirt, to pull you flush against his chest. your heartbeats are trapped between your bodies, trying to become one. it takes everything in you not to take things further, no matter how much he goads you.
ushijima — he knows how large his hands are, and he’s never been one to give up an advantage. you feel his callouses on the back of your neck, his fingers in your hair, as he devours you. his hold is gentle but firm, comforting and dangerous all the same. his other hand is firmly on your waist, and it’s the only thing keeping you on your feet.
akaashi — he kisses you anywhere but your mouth. your knuckles, the insides of your wrists, the pulse point right beneath your jaw that drives you insane– akaashi’s lips never quite meet yours. you ask him why, to which he responds, “every part of you deserves to be loved.” you feel your cheeks heat, and as if on cue, he presses a tender kiss to your cheekbone, then another, right at the corner of your lips.
atsumu — your thighs have always been especially sensitive. he’s more than aware of this, and it’s a fact he loves to exploit. your heart skips a beat as his soft lips meet your skin, sending each nerve alight. you lock eyes with his burning, amber gaze, and he smirks — he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
SHENANIGANS WITH YOUR BF AT SCHOOL !
featuring: Akaashi Keiji, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, & Kuroo Tetsurou
warnings: there's like one (1) curse word
notes: @mysterystarz i made this while i was thinking abt you bby 😌 happy 800 btw!!
AKAASHI KEIJI finds himself indulging in your little antics at the school library. It started with you doodling a smiley face on your notebook, but as soon as your eyes fell on the empty hand of your lover you decided his palm would be a better canvas for your art. Now his hand was littered with all sorts of doodles—from flowers to indecipherable images. He had (gently) reprimanded you at your first few illustrations, but as he watched you trace his skin, eyes focused, he lost the heart to stop you and opted to chuckle through it. At some point you got the idea of giving your hand to him. He was hesitant at first but had eventually given in, thinking to draw something simple. As expected, it tickled when the tip of his pen met with the middle of your palm, but what you didn't expect was the flutter of a kiss against it. Your eyes found his gaze glinting in amusement.
"Keiji," eyebrows raised, you spoke, "we're in the library—"
Your boyfriend hummed, "and?" He planted a second kiss. "I'm more invested in you than in any of the books here."
Then he turned back to his paper, leaving you to gape at him in shock at his sudden confidence.
And seeing the heart on your palm did nothing to help your flushed cheeks.
IWAIZUMI HAJIME's weekdays consist of the following: Oikawa annoying him during school and club hours, and having occasional staring contests with you so long as you're in the vicinity. At this point it's become a habit for the both of you to find each other's eyes, as if locking in on a target, and once your gazes meet the "game" begins. Truthfully, Iwaizumi wasn't so amused by your little play at first. "It's stupid, babe," he said. "Why would I want to dry my eyes out?"
Well, that was before he actually won against you for the first time.
You and Oikawa stood agape when your boyfriend suddenly exclaimed from his spot near the net. Hands in the air and face full of triumph, he flashed you a boyish grin as if screaming 'I win!' to your face. He was plenty embarrassed when he finally came back to himself—started shouting at his team to stop laughing—but that was the moment he decided having staring contests with you didn't seem like the worst pass time.
Now you two were practically unbeatable when it came to staring contests; your only worthy opponent is him and him you.
OIKAWA TOORU sees you not only as his amazing, wonderful lover, but also his menacing school rival. In fact, it was a part of how you two fell for each other in the first place. Underneath your "perfect" relationship with him was a healthy rivalry that was there since the start of day one. While most of your classmates were too shy to participate in class, you two would race to see who could give the correct answer faster. In the end it would always be up to the teacher to call on who will answer their question, but sometimes they'd get tired of hearing the same students speaking. You and your boyfriend would watch your classmates get called on with sour expressions. However, when it came to each other's weak subjects, you two would cease it altogether and help one another understand the lessons. The majority of the student body would hear about your relationship with your sweet prince. People would make bets on who'd recite more in a week—students and teachers alike.
And everyone knows the loser has to do the winner's bidding.
"Pretty, come on—" Oikawa was practically whining.
You raised a brow at the boy. "Tooru, who won this week?"
Your boyfriend could only sigh in defeat, "... you did."
"Exactly," you nodded smugly, "now suck it up and let's go, the cinema's going to show the movie at 4 PM."
KUURO TETSUROU knows he's a fairly good student, but bits of that image crumble down when you two are seated next to each other any time during a non acad class. Why? The doof finds messing with his sweetheart too hard to resist. A poke turns into a light pinch, then it turns into gentle tickles. You two would eventually start playing footsie under the table. God knows how rambunctious you two can get, but it would sometimes come to a point where the teachers are very obviously not pleased. There have been a total of three (maybe four?) times you two have been reprimanded for being noisy, and while your boyfriend does become sorry for a split second he'd bounce back to his usual self and torture you until you give in and let a laugh slip past your lips.
"Damn it, Tetsu, stop!" You swatted at the fingers poking your sides.
Kuroo snickered at your harsh whispering, "but baby," he gave you a faux pout, "you're like my sexy playdough cupcake..."
Your shoulders shook as you tried not to laugh at your boyfriend's antics, "you're such a fucking idiot, stop it already—!"
That makes it the fourth (fifth?) time.
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akaashi keiji x reader, 2.3k words
Akaashi has just been stood up. Turns out that you had also been stood up.
This is stupid, Akaashi thinks as he watches a couple a few tables away sharing a slice of cake.
There’s a woman in the table beside them with a slice of cake as well, but she’s alone and aggressively stabbing at it with a fork; he had watched her buy it, wondering how long he had been sitting at this cafe since his coffee had long turned ice cold.
It was the third time that Akaashi had checked his phone for a message he knew wouldn’t be there. It was funny how much rationalization the mind could create when the heart wanted to believe a lie. He should have left an hour ago, but he made excuse after excuse as to why his date would have been late— the excuses should have stopped when thirty minutes passed and his phone didn’t beep with that stupid notification jingle.
“Okay.” Akaashi muttered in annoyance. His fingers drummed against the table, each beat gradually becoming more and more annoyed until he finally grew irritated at the sound. He reached for his phone one more time. Hope fizzled out when there was no notification.
Now it was official.
Akaashi Keiji had been stood up.
“What the hell?” Akaashi asked no one in particular as he leaned back in his chair. He should have known better than to accept Bokuto’s matchmaking tendencies when he begged him to go on this blind date.
Though he tried to convince himself that this didn’t happen, and that he didn’t even care, his lips tugged downward, tugging itself into an upset pout. He let out a deep sigh, hoping that no one else had noticed that he had been stood up.
With another quick glance around his shoulder towards the front door, he mentally noted that the woman sitting alone with the cake had been here as long as he had been. He gets up to leave but when he walks past your table he hears the same aggressive sound of a fork hitting the plate.
He doesn’t know what takes over him, always being the type to mind his business, but he clears his throat to grab your attention before asking, “Are you ok?”
The stranger looks up, your eyes glassy with a hint of sadness. “Oh.” you say as you’re pulled out of a daze. You look down at the destroyed food on the plate before you, “Oh damn.”
Maybe Akaashi hadn’t been the only person waiting for someone.
You quickly brush the crumbs off of your clothes, straightening yourself. Akaashi watches your cheeks flush with a light pink as you bow your head slightly.
“Are you okay?” Akaashi repeats his question.
You press your lips together into a thin smile as you shake your head. Your voice holds a hint of nervousness when you reply, “I guess this is as good as I can be. Being stood up sucks.”
Akaashi blinked a few times before he let out a soft laugh. Incredible. The world worked in mysterious ways.
“I know what you mean,” Akaashi says, “I got stood up too.”
“What? Mr. Tall, Handsome and Mysterious? You got stood up?”
Akaashi shrugs, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve been out of the dating scene for a while so I’m rusty at this whole thing.” As his eyes gently gaze over at you, taking you in, he thinks to himself, she’s pretty. Then the realization dawns on him: “You think I’m handsome?”
Your face flushed with cute embarrassment as you looked down at the table. Akaashi can’t help the fond smile spreading across his face.
“Are you fishing for a compliment?” you groan, pouting.
“You said it first.” he teases.
This is a welcome diversion from his original plan for the night, he thinks. Yeah, getting stood up sucks, but he can’t deny the fact that his ego needed that boost after it plummeted to rock bottom from being stood up. Especially when it came from you.
He takes the seat in front of you. “Looks like we’re both members of the Lonely Hearts Club, huh?” he comments.
“If we’re going to be part of a club, we should at least pick a cooler name.”
Akaashi laughs, “Okay, you pick our new name.”
“You’re the one who started it, you name it.”
Akaashi rolls his eyes, gently bumping his knuckles with yours. “We’re the founding members. We need to come up with the name together.”
“How can I be a founding member if I don’t even know your name?”
Akaashi smiles at you, which you happily return. While Akaashi initially wanted to go home and just drown in feelings of self pity for the night, he has a better idea.
He recognises the dejected look in your eyes because it mirrors the exact same way he feels on the inside. Akaashi doesn’t even know a single fact about you except your name and the fact that you’re supposedly single, but he feels the need to wipe any feelings of sadness from you.
“Hey, Y/N,” he meets your eyes, “Are you busy right now?”
They end up at a bowling alley a few blocks away from the cafe.
“How are you so bad at this?” Akaashi calls out once again, your bowling ball rolling right into the gutter for the third time tonight. He lets out a fit of giggles at the expression on your face. “How many gutters is that now?”
If he’s being honest, Akaashi is horrible at bowling. The only thing that’s carrying him through this game is his previous experiences from the bowling nights Bokuto and Kuroo insist on taking him on to ‘solidify their friendship’. As if he could ever escape them.
“I’ve never gone bowling before!” you huff, scowling as you over him. You playfully bump his shoulder with yours. “You go bowl then. Get a strike.”
“And if I get a strike?”
“If you get a strike, I’ll buy you something to eat. If you don’t get a strike, you buy me something to eat,” you bet, folding your arms over your chest. In the slice of neon lighting from the ceiling, you look at Akaashi with pure challenge in your eyes. “Oh, suddenly Mr Pro-Bowler is all quiet?”
“You hush,” Akaashi points at you, “I’ll get a strike so I can shut your pretty mouth up.”
Akaashi strides past you, picking up a yellow bowling ball and taking his position on the platform. Carefully, he lifted the ball in his hand — once, twice, three times before he took four strides and rolled the bowl. Without even looking around, he felt cool as fuck. Kuroo had made enough snarky comments in the past that his form was now undeniably perfect.
Slowly, he looked up to see the bowling ball rolling down the lane. As it drew near, Akaashi donned a proud smirk — that was until the ball veered right and kept going right until it went into the gutter.
From behind him, he could hear you jump up and whoop in excitement. Akaashi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Shut up and pick whatever food you want, Y/N.”
“Oh my god,” you mocked, “how are you so bad at this?”
Akaashi walked over to you and poked at your sides. “Shut up.” he warns in between pokes. You were ticklish — he figured it out quickly when you burst into a fit of giggles, clutching at your sides as you tried to grab his hands and make him stop. When Akaashi finally stopped, he nods, “Come on. I owe you food, a bet is a bet.”
“A man of his word,” you grin, “how refreshing.”
“Wait, your best friend was the one who set you up on this blind date?” you asked, walking alongside Akaashi. You were holding a fresh ice cream cone, courtesy of him and Akaashi had to look away every time you licked at the ice cream dripping down the sides. Akaashi was nice, and polite, and respectful but he was still a man.
“Unfortunately, yes.” Akaashi replies, licking his own cone. “I should’ve known better than to agree. I guess for once, I just wanted to step outside of my comfort zone. Look where that landed me, huh.”
“You know,” you perk up, “I saw this documentary once where this girl got stood up by a guy on a date. She was devastated but turns out he was a serial killer and she was about to become his next victim. Maybe it was for the best.”
Akaashi raises an eyebrow at you, “You think my friend set me up with a serial killer?”
“You never know!”
“In that case,” Akaashi gasps in faux surprise, “Maybe we both just got luck and narrowly avoided becoming victims!”
“Or maybe you’re the murderer!” you point accusingly. “What kind of guy is this hot with an amazing personality I like, and isn’t a psychopath? Plus you’re eating mint-chocolate out of all the flavours. Very suspicious.”
“I’m a murderer because I like mint chocolate?” Akaashi laughs before pointing at you. “Maybe you’re the murderer. It would make sense. People as beautiful as you are rarely as funny or annoying as you are.”
“I am not annoying.”
“I don’t know.” Akaashi smirks. “I think I need to get to know you a little bit better before I make my final judgement.”
You hum. “Maybe you do.”
“For the record,” Akaashi says as he walks you to the front door of your apartment building, “most people don’t allow strangers they just met to drop them off at the house.”
You stop and turn to look at him and shrug. You struggle to locate your keys in your bag that Akaashi offers to hold your jacket. “For the record, I don’t usually go out with strangers after being stood up.”. You smile up at him, shadows cast against your face under the dim lighting of the entrance. “Thanks for making my shitty night actually really fun.”
“Yeah. Thanks for saying yes and being really cool about it.” Akaashi smiles back.
An awkward silence falls between you two.
Normally, this would be the social cue for Akaashi to say some cheesy line and maybe lean in for a kiss but he literally just met you and this wasn’t exactly a date. It was just an introduction… he hoped.
“Um so,” Akaashi breaks the silence as he hands you back your jacket. When it comes to asking for someone’s number, it usually comes before hanging out with them— this is new territory for him. He clears his throat before asking, “Do you think I could get your number? You know… just in case you get stood up again and need someone to hang out with.”
You smile as you reply, “I don’t know, this guy I have a crush on now doesn’t seem like the type of person who would stand me up.”
“Oh yeah?” Akaashi feels his heart picking up its pace as he watches you smile coyly. “The guy you have a crush on, huh? I hope he’s not a murderer.”
“I hope so too,” you grin, “since he knows where I live and all now.”
“Yeah, I hope he’s not weird.”
“I don’t know, I’m hoping he calls before anything. Especially since he already has my number.” you said as you turn around and hum a tune, punching in the code to the front door.
Akaashin blinks a few times. Had you given him your number already? He couldn’t remember. Akaashi was sure he would have remembered if you gave him your number.
“Check your coat pocket!” you call out from the door. “Text me later! I want to know if you got home safely. I’m not running the Lonely Hearts Club alone!”
Akaashi puts his hands in his pocket as you close the door and start walking away. He pulls out a strip of tokens he had gotten from the bowling alley earlier when he had unsuccessfully tried to win you a small plushie.
“How cute.” Akaashi says, shaking his head at himself.
“Akaashi!” Bokuto calls out from the sofa as soon as he steps through the door. “What the hell? You stood up my friend?”
Akaashi looks up from taking off his shoes, whipping his head around to look at Bokuto. “What?”
“She texted me an hour ago, saying she waited for so long in the cafe until she just gave up and left!” Bokuto bounds to where Akaashi is, looking like a kicked puppy. “I gushed about you so much, and now she probably thinks I pulled a fast one on her.”
“I waited for so long in the cafe! I even got there half an hour early.” Akaashi exclaims in disbelief.
Bokuto’s brows furrow in confusion. “You were? But she was there for at least two hours. I sent her a photo of you, and she even sat on the ground floor so she could look for you.”
“But I was—”
Did Bokuto say ground floor? The cafe he was in only had one floor to begin with. He lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead.
“What cafe did you say she was waiting at?”
“The Coffee House! You know, that new hipster place in the centre with the records along the front. It was the perfect place for a blind date.”
“Bokuto,” Akaashi says exasperated, “you told me to go to the House of Coffee, the cafe near that bowling alley we always go to.”
Time seems to freeze for a second until Bokuto’s eyes widen in realization. “I-I did?”
Akaashi doesn’t answer, simply patting Bokuto’s shoulder and walking past him to head into his room. Under normal circumstances, Bokuto would be on the receiving end of a lecture about how important small details were.
Not tonight, however. He pulls his phone out from his pocket, quickly dialing your number as he steps into his room. It only takes two rings before you pick up.
“Hey, Y/N. I just made it home.”
a/n: imagine standing up the akaashi keiji... couldn't be me.
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# when his child comes home with a love letter !
✫ ft: dad! akaashi , sakusa , atsumu , kuroo , iwaizumi , suna
✫ a/n: the kids are in elementary school (so think kindergarten & 1st grade!) i don’t specify that reader is a parent for the sake of not using gendered terms such as “mom” !!
✫ AKAASHI is a bit surprised when his son shows him the love letter, urging him to read it. keiji looks it over and nods along as his son tells him about the classmate he got the love letter from. he has to admit, it’s quite cute seeing his shy and collected boy so happy about a little sheet of paper covered in hand-drawn hearts. “how about we right one back?” keiji sits his son down beside him and helps him write a polite letter thanking his classmate for professing their feelings to him. and as his son scribbles out the words in his childish handwriting, keiji smiles to himself, wishing he had the courage to write love letters when he was a young boy.
✫ SAKUSA can’t help but feel disgusted. every morning, he drops his pretty girl off to school, little bows in her hair that looks like his, to learn, so why is she coming back home with a pink heart-shaped paper covered in “i love you”s? she walks up to him and holds up the letter, giggling and smiling as she tells him about the cute boy who sits across from her. “you’re too young for boys, angel, why don’t we write each other love letters instead?” he kisses her cheeks repeatedly as she swings her legs back and forth in her seat, making the prettiest letter for her dad.
✫ ATSUMU tells his daughter about how he “used to get a lot of those in my day.” to be honest, atsumu is kind of upset that his daughter got a love letter (from a boy who probably picks his nose, he thinks). she’s still young — he wishes that she’d give all her love and attention to her dad, not some random boy at school. he hides his feelings, though, and tells her, “of course ya got one, my baby’s the cutest!” and when she pulls him in for a hug that night, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she does every night, atsumu feels secure knowing that she’s so loved.
✫ KUROO chuckles when his son tries to hide the love letter behind his back. of course, he sees it and proceeds to ask him about it. his son tells him that a girl gave it to him during recess, and that he wants to ask her to be his girlfriend. kuroo prides himself in knowing that his son got his confidence. “we should get her something, yeah? what about a spelling book?” kuroo’s son glares at his dad, feeling oh so offended that he insulted his soon-to-be girlfriend. but being the incredible dad he is, kuroo sends his son to school the next day with handmade chocolate covered pretzels and a pat on the back (for good luck).
✫ IWAIZUMI feels embarrassed when his daughter comes home with a love letter. how is he supposed to tell her that these are grown-up things? he chuckles at the thought of a little boy writing her a love letter. he never wrote love letters as a kid (he always had trouble expressing his emotions to those he loves). and even though hajime wants to tell his daughter that she shouldn’t be receiving love letters, he decides against it. “daddy, can we invite him to watch godzilla with us?” how can he say no when his favorite girl wants to spend time with her dad, as well?
✫ SUNA simply looks at his daughter in awe, mouth gaping slightly, as she jumps around and giggles at the drawing of her and her classmate. he takes the love letter from her, mumbling that it “isn't even a good drawing.” but she's having fun with her little schoolgirl crush, so he doesn't say anything else. that night, he goes to her room to see what she’s up to before going to bed, and she tells him to help her choose the colors for her drawing. of course, he sits down cross-legged on her purple carpet and hands her crayon after crayon so she can finish her own love letter before she goes to bed. with a kiss to her head, he just hopes her dreams will be full of memories of her and her dad.
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how they get your attention !
✸ ft. suna, akaashi, matsukawa, sakusa, & kuroo
✸ info + warnings: fluff, a tad bit suggestive
✸ SUNA tilts your chin so you’re facing him. while he’s also guilty of focusing on other things when people are talking to him, he’s a hypocrite and gets upset when you aren’t paying him attention. so if you’re looking at your phone or the tv while he’s trying to tell you about his day, he’ll gently take a hold of your chin and turn your face so you’re looking at him. he doesn’t let go immediately because he wants to be sure that you’re listening. whenever he catches you off guard and the surprise is written on your face, he smirks and condescendingly taps your cheeks with a little “tsk tsk.”
✸ AKAASHI tugs at the hem of your shirt. he tries his best to be respectful of you and your time so he usually only bothers you when it’s really important. and while he does want to catch your attention, he doesn’t want to startle or distract you too much, so he tried to keep the gesture concealed and inconspicuous. he’ll pinch the hem of your shirt, pulling at it one, twice, three times before checking to see if you noticed the insistent motion. even if you’re short enough to have to look up to him, he still looks like a curious little kid who just wants your attention.
✸ MATSUKAWA squeezes your thigh. he’s shameless—it starts with an innocent hand on your knee, which usually isn’t enough to get you to look at him. so his hand slowly travels up and up your thigh before he lets it settle. his fingers will dance across your skin or jeans before pushing into the flesh. he’s never too rough, he only adds enough pressure to feel you jump beneath him or try to conceal a squeal. he himself has to hold back a laugh at your reaction. he finds it so entertaining that sometimes he even forgets what he wanted to tell or ask you.
✸ SAKUSA taps the inside of your wrist with his fingers. he’s not a flashy kind of guy and he’d rather take the precautions to be sure that he’s not drawing the unwelcome gazes of bystanders. he also doesn’t want to cause too much of a disturbance, especially if you’re in the middle of a conversation—he never wants to come off as rude. so if he truly needs your attention, his lithe fingers will make their way to your wrist and lightly drum at your pulse point. if that’s not enough to steal your focus, he’ll run his fingers along the bottom of your palm until you notice him.
✸ KUROO places a hand on your head. he’s usually patient when your attention is focused elsewhere and he doesn’t mind standing beside or behind you while you’re holding a conversation or getting important work done. but after a while, he gets tired of waiting. he deserves at least a little bit of notice from you, right? his large hand makes a home on the top of your head and the weight of it is something you can’t ignore. and because he knows it annoys you, once he’s got your attention, he’ll ruffle your hair with his signature grin.
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hi 🥺🥺 i just discovered your page and i luv all ur works sm!! do you mind me requesting smtg w iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo and/or ushijima as single dads and them meeting y/n and calling her mommy? you can add or remove any charas you want! luv u again ❣
their kids calling you mom
featuring : iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo
genre : fluff
warnings : fem!reader, singledad!hq, use of word "mom" and it's equivalents for the reader
a/n : hey luv, thanks for requesting! this was fun to write <3 also i'm sorry i didn't write for ushi bcz idea issues <//3 i'm really sorry, will make sure to include him if i plan on doing pt 2. hope you enjoy these!! and i hope this is what you meant by the request bye 🤡
It's been a while since she saw Iwaizumi. Standing in the corner of the extraordinarily crowded bakery, Iwaizumi's daughter looked for her dad with eyes brimming with tears. And then your gaze fell upon her little figure as you packed a box of pastries. Excusing yourself from the counter, you walked to the girl, not noticing the fear in her eyes until you got closer.
"Hey bubs, do you need anything?" With a slight concern in your voice, you crouched in front of her and held her hands, hoping that it would provide some comfort.
"Daddy..." She whispered. 'So, she got lost.' Getting lost in a bakery sounded almost impossible unless her dad thought she was with him when she wasn't. At least, that's what you thought.
"Alright, love, come here," Hesitantly, she followed you to the counter with a slight blush on her cheeks. You made her sit on a nearby chair before asking her some questions. "Can you tell me about your dad? Do you know his name?"
She squinted her eyes as she tried to think, a pout forming on her lips. "Daddy loves to play games with me!"
'Ah yes, very informative.'
You didn't miss the sudden glow on her face as she talked about her dad with a soft smile on her face. "That's great, sweetie, but tell me his na—"
"Excuse me, have you seen a little girl— ah, so you're here." A deep masculine voice beat you to it before you could complete your sentence. She was quick to get down from the chair and running to her dad, hugging him as he crouched in front of her. Iwaizumi was a regular at your shop but you didn't expect him to have a daughter. Either way, you couldn't smile but smile at the little reunion.
"Thanks for looking after her. Hope she didn't cause you any trouble, did she?" Iwaizumi offered a soft apology while his daughter looked at you with a priceless smile on her face.
"Anytime! And no, she didn't cause any trouble. She's a very sweet child." You bent down to boop on her nose as a short giggle escaped her lips.
"Don't you think you're forgetting something, princess?" Your gaze shifted between the two, finally settling on the girl's face as she offered you a bright smile. You knew what was coming.
"Thank you for looking after me!" She chimed in with a giggle as she turned to look back at Iwaizumi. "Can we come to see mommy again?"
No, you didn't see that coming.
A faint blush crept up his face as he let out an awkward chuckle before proceeding to speak but, you beat it to him.
"Yes, sweetie, you can!" You smile, giving her hands a light squeeze. "But, make sure to stick around with your dad, okay?" She nodded excitedly, raising her head to look at you, as you stand up. "I hope you won't lose her again."
He chuckled at your teasing remark. "Sure, I won't." He walked out of the bakery, laughing it off with a smirk but, you could've sworn you watched his ears turn red as he noticed you blush at her daughter's sweet little name for you.
As Akaashi's workmate and one of his closest friends, you always found your weekends occupied by his son Hiro since he loved spending time with you. Today was no different, other than the fact that it's been quite some time since he met you, and that's how the two ended up at your place at ten in the morning.
"I'm sorry for the trouble, y/n." Akaashi apologized as he took a seat with a smile plastered on his face.
"No, it's okay! I missed him too, so I guess it's a win for both of us!" You passed him a playful wink before offering a cake slice to Hiro as his giggles filled your living room. Your little play sessions were your favourite, and just like Hiro, you awaited the weekend eagerly, be it for the child or his dad.
Unlike other days, when it's usually you playing with him till the afternoon before you read him to sleep so that you and Akaashi could do some work, today you decided to have a cooking session. Well, a baking session would be a better term. Akaashi, as usual, was stressed, especially since it's about cooking and he knows how energetic his son can be when it's about cooking.
"No! Strawberry it is!"
"I still vote for watching movies instead of baking." Akaashi sighed, a concerned look plastered on his face.
You rolled your eyes. "C'mon 'Kaashi, don't be such a vibe killer."
And to your surprise, Hiro repeated the same thing. "Yeah, daddy, don't be such a vibe killer." Both you and Akaashi looked at him with an astonished look as he giggled. You could feel Akaashi glaring at you from your peripheral vision.
"You know, you need to stop calling me things because it just gets registered in his mind." He sighed, a chuckle escaping your lips. "Yesterday, he was calling me 'Kash all thanks to you." You laughed, sticking out your tongue towards him as you turned to the cabinets to gather the ingredients.
"Are we making chocolate cakes?" You nodded as you sieved the flour into a blow, only for him to knock out the bowl as the flour fell over your dress.
"Daddy, look at mom's clothes; they're all white now!!" He giggled and, to your concern, it only fueled Akaashi's anger. But before he could say anything, you tucked on his sleeves, eyes looking at his son as he laughed at the mere accident.
Akaashi didn't notice what Hiro said. At least, that's what you thought.
"Ah, well, we're not baking cakes because that was the last packet, kid." You sighed as you dusted the flour off your clothes, a pout forming on Hiro's face. "But we can always buy them!" Hiro's eyes perked up at your words as he got down from the chair and ran towards the door, leaving you alone with Akaashi. You chuckled at the look of extreme concern over his face. "I'll go get changed."
He nodded. "I'm sorry for what he called you, you know," Your lips curled in a smile as you scanned his flustered face. "Hope you didn't mind."
"It's okay. Hiro's just a kid 'Kaashi." Even if you laughed it off, your cheeks didn't fail to heat up as you faced away, walking towards your room because you, in fact, did not mind it.
"And, we meet again." You turned around at a familiar voice, eyes landing on even a more familiar face as your lips curled into a grin. "Been a while since we last talked, y/n. How have you been?"
"Turns out you didn't forget me, huh? And, it looks like you brought a little guest this time." You tilt your head, waving at the little girl who was hiding behind Kuroo's legs. "Hey, there, sweet thing."
A chuckle escaped his lips as he picked up her daughter, only for her to hide her face in the crook of his neck. "Say hello, princess. Didn't you want to meet her?"
You raised your eyebrows, walking behind Kuroo to get a better look at her face. "You wanted to meet me?" She lifted her head a bit before nodding and wrapping her hands around his neck as she hid deeper. "If you won't talk to me then, how can we become friends, love? Let's have a little macaroon party, shall we?"
To your surprise, she looked up again, this time with an intrigued face. "Macaroons?" She whispered, getting a nod from you as a response. She shuffled out of Kuroo's hold as he put her down carefully, standing by your side as she held on your index finger. "Can we get dino macaroons?" You nodded, a smile forming on her face as she ran away to the food display.
You knew Kuroo for over a year now, and the main reason you both became this close was your bakery. Having your shop five minutes from his workplace, Kuroo dropped by almost every other day. Sometimes alone, sometimes with friends, there was not a day when you didn't see him. It wasn't until a couple of months ago, he told you about his five-year-old daughter Hiroko and judging from how he described her, you couldn't wait to see her. So, the moment you spot her little head peeking from behind her dad's legs, you knew you were going to steal all the chances to pamper her, considering your love for kids.
After a nice fifteen minutes of getting distracted by every other thing in the bakery, Hiroko finally chose the macaroons she wanted to eat and they weren't the dino ones. "Cat ones, please!" She chirped in, eyes perking up at the little decorations in your shop. You nodded, putting them in a box, making sure to add a couple of dino ones secretly as a surprise for her.
"Here you go, miss." Kuroo picked up the box and handed it to her as she mumbled a soft thank you. She looked a bit more comfortable than she was earlier.
"Daddy always talks about how tasty your macaroons are." A sudden revelation from her grabs both yours and Kuroo's attention. "So, I wanted to meet you."
You smirked, looking at him. "Didn't know your daddy was such a big fan of my cooking."
"He is!" She chirped in with a sudden excitement in her voice. "He always says, 'There's this pretty lady who makes delicious macaroons.' And he always gets some for me!" You laugh at her failed attempt to copy her dad as Kuroo tried to hide the blush on his face.
"That's enough for today, princess. Let's go home." Before she could expose him even more, Kuroo took the opportunity and changed the topic.
She pouted before looking back at you, eyes beckoning as if she wanted to tell you something. You crouched in front of her, not expecting the gentle kiss that she planted on your cheeks. "Thank you for the macaroons, mommy." And off she went towards the door, not looking back to see if her dad was following.
You stood up; cheeks flushed with tints of red as you looked at Kuroo. "You might want to clear it up to her."
"Don't act like you don't like it, y/n." He passed you a smirk before walking towards the door, taking the box away from her hands, leaving you struck as you watched them leave.
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hi could you do a headcanons with akaashi, kuroo and suna and how you’re their best friend but you like them a lot romantically and decide to confess by they’re in a bad mood so they just yell at you but then you avoid them so they realize what they’ve done and come fix it!! i love your writing btw <33
snapping at their crush who is trying to confess
w/ akaashi, kuroo, and suna!
(a/n: thank you for requesting !!! i love this prompt sm pls
anywayssss i had a hard time deciding when this would take place but, as per usual, i decided on the timeskip😚again thank you for your support and enjoy !!)
aside from bokuto, you’d been akaashi’s best friend for a couple of years after high school
he was sweet and funny and everything good in the world
it was quite impossible not to fall for him, and the feelings you harbored for him were a lot to bear
but while you weren’t certain, you hoped that just maybe he had those same feelings for you
you decided that you’d confess to him and simply hope for the best
keiji sighs, shutting down his computer and banging his forehead on the desk under him.
he’s just barely missed his deadline, and he knows his boss will kick his ass for it. but now, all he wants to do is go home and sleep.
irritated and stressed out, he walks out the door of the building and is about to leave when he hears your voice.
“keiji!” you yell after him, and he exhaled, annoyed. while he’s always appreciated your company, now isn’t a good time. but he doesn’t have the chance to tell you, because you’re talking again. “could we talk?”
he looks away, mentally groaning, and turns to look back at you. “yeah, sure.”
you beam at him, handing him a cup of his favorite tea, and shift nervously. “so, i’ve been thinking about this for a really long time,” you start, swallowing the anxious lump in your throat. “and i know we’ve been really good friends for a few years, and i’ve been really grateful for that! really grateful. it’s just that...” you ramble, going on about your relationship. akaashi sighs, annoyed, and checks the time on his watch. all he can think about is getting home and into his nice, warm bed.
“could we hurry this up?” he mumbles, and your eyes widen sheepishly.
“oh! yeah. of course! i just wanted to tell you...”
and there you go again, rambling about some random thing that he can’t bring himself to care about. his patience is wearing thin, and he decides he doesn’t want to do this right now.
“and i think i have feelings—”
“look, y/n, i have things to do, okay? just, i don’t know. text me later, or something,” he mutters tiredly, shoving his drink back at you and walking away.
you stop, heart stuttering in your chest before drooping sadly. you should’ve known confessing to him was a bad idea; why would he ever feel the same way? you’re afraid you’ve ruined your friendship completely.
akaashi rubs his eyes tiredly, the morning sun filtering in through his blinds, and he sits up. he checks his phone, opening his messages to send you a ‘good morning’ text, when all of the memories from last night come rushing in.
instant guilt washes over him when he realizes how he treated you. he completely dismissed you and didn’t even care enough to pay attention to what you were saying.
before he can even realize what he’s doing, he’s out the door, and on his way to your apartment.
he knocks three times on your door, bouncing nervously on his feet. he knows you must be quite tired; you stayed up to wait for him after work, and he feels terrible just thinking about it.
you open the door, groggy and in your pajamas, and look up at him. you blink at him, eyes going wide at his presence, and you instantly feel awake.
“keiji? what— what are you doing here?” you ask quietly, and he grins at you nervously, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“i, um,” he mutters. “i know i brushed you off last night, and i just wanted to apologize. i was really exhausted from work, and—”
“look, you don’t have to apologize, or make excuses, alright?” you respond, plastering a smile onto your face. “it’s totally okay if you don’t feel the same, and it was stupid of me to—”
“what?” he interrupts, heart stopping.
“but i want you to know that i don’t want my feelings for you to make this awkward, you know?”
everything in the world comes to a pause as he attempts to wrap his head around the things you’re saying.
you... have feelings? for him?
“and even though i confessed to you, it really shouldn’t affect—”
“you were trying to confess to me?” keiji whispers, and you stare at him blankly.
“um. yeah? i mean, that was kind of the whole point,” you reply, shrugging. he’s staring at you weirdly, and you shift under his gaze. “anyway, my point was that—”
“y/n?” you pause.
“shut up,” he whispers, and you blink at him before glaring indignantly.
“what do you mean, ‘shut u—”
but then his lips are on yours, and you’re leaning into his warmth, his hands pulling you in by your waist. you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers finding their way into his hair, and he sighs against your lips, pulling away reluctantly.
“what was that for?” you murmur, dazed, and he smiles at you gently.
“i love you. so, so much, you know that?”
your heart swells, and you hide your face in his shirt. but you pull away, hitting him squarely in the chest.
“i can’t believe you didn’t know i was trying to confess,” you mumble, and he laughs.
“yeah. you still love me though.”
you can’t bring yourself to disagree.
you met kuroo through your good friend morisuke, who had introduced him to you a couple years after high school
you never really believed in love at first sight, but this was pretty damn close
not only was he smart and witty, but he also had a kind heart and was one of the most supportive friends you’d ever had
you were quick to develop romantic feelings for him, and while he never explicitly said so, you could feel that there was something on his end too
you figured that nothing would ever happen if neither of you confessed, so you decided to take a risk and just go for it
kuroo has been irritated all day, and he can’t really pinpoint why.
perhaps it was the annoying lady at the cafe who cut in front of the line. maybe it was the long line of constant traffic he got stuck in? he doesn’t really know.
either way, he’s really not up to seeing anyone at the moment. but apparently you haven’t gotten the memo, as you’re standing in front of his door, knocking on it firmly.
he opens it, looking down at you, and sighs.
“tetsurou! do you think we could talk for a second?” you ask eagerly, and he looks around.
“well, now isn’t really—”
but you’re already talking, so he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, already tuning you out.
on most days he would be totally open to seeing you, but today has just been terrible. he just wants the rest of the day to himself, too mentally exhausted to deal with you.
“i know this is really sudden, but i just felt like i had to tell you, you know?” you explain, nervous but excited, and he exhales. “there’s just so much to say, and...” you go on, and something about the way you’re talking is just bugging him.
“i just— i think i’m in love—”
“are you always this annoying?” he blurts, venom laced under his tone, and you stare at him, hurt seeping into your expression.
he instantly regrets snapping at you, guilt bubbling up in his chest, but it’s too late anyway.
“i-i’m sorry. i just thought...” you trail off, looking down, embarrassment making your face warm. “sorry. just forget i said anything,” you mumble, turning on your heel and walking in the other direction.
“wait!” he calls after you, but you’re already out the door, leaving the building as quickly as you came. he groans, face dropping into his hands, and he shuts the door, sighing.
it takes him hours to fall asleep, feeling too guilty to get any rest in.
but he’s finally about to drift off, when his phone starts buzzing loudly. he groans, irritated, and is about to shut it off when he sees who it’s from.
“what the hell, kuroo?
tetsurou winces, pulling the phone away from his ear instinctively, and looks down at it.
yaku sighs, frustration clear in the gesture, and kuroo wonders what he did wrong this time.
“i can’t believe you turned them down! man, you’re such an idiot sometimes,” he grumbles. tetsurou’s brows furrow, and he attempts to remember whatever his friend is rambling about, but his mind is coming up blank.
“remind me what you’re talking about?” he asks quietly, but morisuke is already going on, irritation embedded in his tone.
“you know what, i don’t understand you. you show up at my door at 3 a.m., drunk out of your mind, sobbing about how y/n will never love you back, and then when they actually have the guts to confess to you, which—by the way, i was not expecting at all—you reject them?” he yells, voice getting increasingly louder with every word, and kuroo’s heart drops. “just— whatever. i don’t know the full story, but you really hurt them,” he mutters, quieter this time. his voice is sincere, and tetsurou has no idea what to say to that. “anyways, i’ll talk to you later, kuroo. bye.”
as the call comes to an end, he sits in his bed, feeling more helpless than ever, and rubs at his face tiredly.
if he had known you were trying to confess to him... kuroo knows he shouldn’t have treated you that way regardless of the situation. but knowing that you bared yourself to him in a way he’d always dreamed you would and that he snapped at you for no reason makes it hurt even more.
and before he can even think to do anything else, he’s grabbing his things and heading to your place. it’s almost 2 in the morning, but he can’t really bring himself to care.
you answer the door in an oversized t-shirt, sniffling.
“thank god, you’re here,” you say, wiping your eyes. “i thought you’d never— tetsu?” you blink. the person standing in front of you is not yaku, but instead your best friend whom you are very much in love with.
he sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. “i’m so sorry. fuck, i’m sorry,” he apologizes, and you swallow. “i never meant to hurt you, and i know—”
“tetsurou, i’m fine, alright?” you mutter, obviously lying through your teeth, and you cross your arms over your chest. “i just... i just need time.”
he shifts on his feet, swallowing. “time? time for what?”
“i don’t want our friendship to be awkward, you know? and if i want us to be friends, i can’t see you the way i do. feel the way i do. do you understand?” you explain, helpless, and he blinks.
“but i don’t want for us to—”
“mori is gonna be over soon, so maybe now’s not the best time,” you interrupt, attempting to dismiss him. he looks to you desperately, mouth opening and closing stupidly as he tries to find the words to say. you’re about to close the door in his face when he stops you.
“i’m in love with you!” he blurts awkwardly, voice cracking loudly. you freeze, heart stuttering in its pace, and look up to him, eyes shimmering hopefully.
“i want to spend the rest of my life taking you out to new places we’ve never been and sneaking you good morning kisses and cuddling with you in bed. i love you.” he rambles, out of breath. “and i know i messed up this time and i probably won’t stop messing up, ever, but i just needed you to know.”
stunned, you open the door back up slowly, gazing at him. you step up to him, closing the gap between the two of you, and look up at him.
“you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to hear that,” you mumble, and he sighs in relief, pulling you in and kissing you. “but if you ever snap at me like that again, i’ll end you.”
he laughs. “yeah, okay,” he shakes his head, pushing past you into your apartment.
“that wasn’t a joke, tetsurou!”
you met suna rintarou on the eight day of your third year at inarizaki
he annoyed you at first, his cool demeanor coming off as rude and aloof, but somehow the two of you became friends, though you’re not exactly sure how
even so, you hate yourself for the misconceptions you constructed of him, and you’ve grown to realize that he’s so much more than that
following after him into your adult years, you realized your feelings for him were far from platonic
it was difficult, as you were never quite sure if he felt the same or if he was just being kind
but you also knew that he wasn’t the type to confess, and if you wanted anything to go anywhere, you had to make the first move
so you mustered up all the courage you had and went for it
suna stares up at the lettering pasted onto the front of the restaurant. he looks back down at his phone to see the texts you sent him, and back up to the building.
to be completely honest, he doesn’t feel up to meeting with you at the moment. he’s tired, and for some reason, very irritated. suna thinks the world is against him today, and not even you can fix his bad mood.
even so, he steps into the restaurant and catches you sitting at a table near the bar. you wave him over and he sighs, padding over to sit in front of you.
“so. what did you want to talk to me about?” he deadpans, uninterested. you smile at him, a little nervous.
the two of you decide to order first, rintarou asking you to order something for him. you pick up on his mood, wondering what he’s thinking about, but dismiss it. it’ll pass, you think.
“so... i’ve been thinking a lot. about, just, uh... our relationship. you’re an amazing friend, you know? and while these last few years have been amazing...” you share, going into some weird thing about friendship and the future. suna can’t really bring himself to care, zoning out and thinking about what he’ll have for dinner. he knows it’s wrong, and normally he would’ve enjoyed indulging in conversation with you, but he just doesn’t have the energy.
he checks his watch several times while you’re talking, getting increasingly irritated with each glance. he just wants this to be over so he can go home.
“but i thought you should know that i have feelings for you, and they’re not—”
“do you ever stop talking?” suna snaps, his voice biting and mean.
you reel back, his words stinging painfully, and fidget in your seat. his own eyes widen, surprised at his own actions. he hadn’t meant to lash out like that; he knows it’s not your fault for the way he’s feeling.
you stare down at your plate, pushing your food around, and rintarou swears he can hear sniffles coming from your end. his heart sinks; he wants to make it better, but he doesn’t know how. he’s not good with apologies, and he should know how to comfort you by now, but he’s coming up blank.
“i-i don’t feel so good. i think i’m just gonna head home,” you mumble, standing up and excusing yourself.
“y/n, wait!” he calls after you, hastily grabbing a couple bills and throwing them on the table before following you.
you’re already halfway down the sidewalk when he catches up to you, wiping at your cheeks pathetically. he grabs your wrist, forcing you to stop running from him.
“shit. i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean to snap at you like that, okay? i know you were—” he apologizes, pausing when you turn around, eyes shimmering with fresh tears.
“look, rintarou, it’s not your fault. i never should’ve said anything to begin with! should’ve— should’ve kept my mouth shut,” you say, humiliated. his eyes narrow. what are you talking about?
“i know you don’t feel the same way, and it’s okay. i just— i just need to be alone for a little while, alright?” you murmur, and he can feel his heartbeat in his eardrums.
“feel... the same... way?” he asks reluctantly, barely even audible, and you shrug.
“i never should’ve confessed. god, i should’ve known this would happen,” you mutter, turning away from his gaze.
all of a sudden, everything becomes clear to him, and his eyes widen at the revelation. oh.
“i don’t want this to make things weird, okay? i think i just need some time to figure it out,” you say, cursing your incompetence, and turn to walk away, but he catches you, arms snaking around your waist.
you stop, breath hitching, and let yourself indulge in his warmth for a second. but when you attempt to disentangle yourself from his arms, he won’t budge.
“i love you too.”
tears begin to well up in your eyes again, and you sigh.
“i don’t understand, rin.”
“then let me make you,” he whispers, turning you around and pressing his lips to yours. his kiss is warm and firm and familiar and everything you’ve ever wanted. you chase after his touch when he pulls away, missing him already.
“i’m sorry, y/n. i had no excuse for lashing out at you like that,” he whispers, and you look up at him. there’s genuine sincerity in his eyes; eyes you’ve learned to trust for years now. you nod, letting him pull you back in and cradle your head gently.
“i didn’t think you felt the same way,” you admit, relieved. “i’m glad you do.”
he kisses the top of your head.
“yeah. me too.”
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hq boys as cliche movie moments
includes: testuro kuroo, rintarō suna, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi, tooru oikawa
notes: kuroo one is inspired by my ‘enchanted’ fic 💪
KUROO almost dropped his wine glass on the marbled floor, eyes in a trance once you walked into the ball room. he wasn’t the only one, either, it seemed the whole room stopped their chatter just to gaze lovingly at the elegance your presence carried. he strides with confidence oozing out of him, chest puffed and lips in a charming smirk when he asks for your hand. you couldn’t dance, and truthfully, neither could kuroo, but that didn’t stop you two from dominating the attention of the crowd, moving together in perfect harmony with his hand around your waist and yours around his neck.
SUNA drapes his jacket over your shaking form. it’s already wet from the rain, but he figures a little more layers would warm you up. he zips it up as he towers over you, the material obviously too many sizes too big when it covers your nimble fingers, giving your icy nose a quick peck with you giggling to yourself happily. it was your idea to run around in the heavy rain, dancing together as if you wouldn’t be soaking wet in meer seconds. suna was visibly disinterested in the idea, repeating that you’re going to catch a cold, but really, who could deny you with that pretty smile on your face?
IWAIZUMI finally understood why so many people were afraid of love. with you asleep on his chest, breath labored and cheeks smushed against him, he knows for a fact that he would do anything for you. he knows it’s dangerous to admit, dangerous to even realize the predicament he’s found himself in; but when your lashes flutter and your eyes open slowly, giving him a lazy smile, he knows he wouldn’t have it any other way. giving your head a little pat whilst moving you further up, he gives the crown of your head a tender kiss, letting his lips linger there for a moment longer.
AKAASHI didn’t realize how often he thought about you until he saw you in his dreams. when he wakes up, he writes you a little letter, wishing you have a good day. when he’s at the store, he looks for your favorite flowers to bring home. when he’s with his friends, he’s always wanting time to go by a little quicker so he can sleep in your arms. it was weird, how someone he dreamed about now dreams with him. souls entwined in one in the starry night, he pulls you a little closer to his beating heart.
OIKAWA knew he must look like a complete fool, staring at you while you try to catch your breath from his corny pick up lines. with your head rolled back, eyes crinkled, and your hand clutching your stomach, oikawa doesn’t think he’ll ever see a sight more beautiful. there’s nothing he hates more than people laughing at him, but with you, he thinks he’ll embarrass himself a couple hundred times more, never wanting to go without your contagious laughter if given the chance.
crawling into his lap
INCLUDES -> bokuto, oikawa, akaashi, kenma, iwaizumi, mattsun ; gn!reader — part 2 here
WARNINGS/GENRE -> sexual humor, fluff
NOTE -> please reblog! i’ll give you kisses <3
he’s more than a little confused as to what you’re doing at first
he lets you into his lap, holding his hands up in the air to let you get settled
a smile crosses his lips when he sees what you’re doing, your legs straddling his waist and your arms thrown over his shoulders
once he realizes, he is quick to wrap his arms around you and then hook his chin over your shoulder
he gives good hugs - his hugs are always tight, something like a need to be close to you and never let you out of his arms
he lets you sit there for as long as you want to, whatever he was doing before you crawled into his lap could wait
you could sleep there if you really want to, he doesn’t mind
he’s quick to realize what you’re doing, right when your head ducks under his arm
a chuckle leaves him and a smile crosses his lips, he leans back in his chair to let you crawl into his lap easier
“clingy aren’t you, angel?” he teases, wrapping his arms around you once you’re settled
his grip around you is loose, gentle but with just the tiniest notion of wanting you to stay there with him
he leans his head against yours, eyelids fluttering closed
it’s peaceful like that; his thumb rubbing little circles into your back, soft breaths on your shoulder matching the calming, steady rise and fall of his chest
he whines when you inevitably get up, holding your hand and dramatically acting as though you’re being dragged away
he’s confused to say the least
he lets you do whatever you’re doing, sitting still but moving his arms a little as you crawled into his lap
akaashi waits for you settle down, your arms tucked between yours and his chests, your head resting on his shoulder
once he’s sure you’re comfy, he wraps his arms around you
he’s a bit awkward about it at first, he’s always been a little awkward about hugs, but he soon melts into you
he presses little kisses to your shoulder, eventually stopping to rest his head on you
one hand is rubbing your back, the other resting on the small of your back
“are you comfy, love?” he says sweetly, smiling whenever you hum in agreement
he wasn’t paying much attention to what you were doing, his body moving subconsciously to let you do whatever you want
eventually his eyes broke away from where he was hyper-focused on his computer screen
“what are you doing?” he questioned, his arms wrapped lazily around you
“miss you.” you muttered sleepily, face buried into his neck
he hummed, holding you just a little tighter than he had before
kenma doesn’t mind it, in fact he’s a little grateful for the reminder to take his eyes off of his computer
he presses a kiss to your shoulder, you could fall asleep if you wanted, partly because chances are if you sit there for long enough he’s going to fall asleep too
it takes him a moment to realize what you’re doing - it would have taken him a while, but oikawa sends him so many tiktoks he ended up just downloading the app
a small smile crosses his lips whenever you crawl into his lap, strong arms wrapping tightly around you
he nuzzles his face into your neck, it’s unusual to see him so relaxed
not that you were complaining, he was always much more affectionate when he was relaxed
his hugs are always tight, more than enough to let you know that he wants you there, but not too much to hurt you
he won’t let you up for a while, you’ve decided to sit in his lap so he’s going to enjoy it
another who knows exactly what you’re doing
he opens his arms for you and allows you to place yours over his shoulders
he’s quick to start planting kisses on your jaw and neck, eventually your shoulders
there is one hand on your ass (he claims he’s holding you so you don’t fall) and the other on your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles
he’s talking to you between kisses - depending on how you react, he’s either teasing you or making casual conversation whilst making out with your neck
will more than likely make some sort of sexual joke before you get up
another who whines whenever you get up, he grabs your hand and tries to pull you back into his lap
that’s if you can even get up, after you’ve sat there for a while he has a death grip on your ass and/or thigh
9:00 pm • hq masterlist
he's the type of guy to bring you snacks and drinks when you're working/studying. knocking softly on the door before opening it and announcing all the goodies he brought for you. his eyes always dart around the laptop and scribbled words on one of your many notebooks; praising you for how much you've done and slowly getting you to take a break to finally rest. "come on love, you can always finish it in the morning."
— bokuto, akaashi, asahi, kuroo, kenma
haikyuu boys + single parent!reader
request from anon : Umm I was hoping if I could request Hcs for Timeskip! Osamu, Akaashi and Hinata where their s/o is a single parent and how they would deal with being in a relationship where they practically have to act as a father figure to s/o's child if that makes sense?
fic notes : timeskip!osamu, akaashi, hinata x gn!reader, fluff, headcanons, wc: ~0.4k each
from elle! awe this was such a sweet req to work on in between my classes hehe (as i'm making this one i have one in thirty mins lmao) anyways hope you like reading this as much as i did writing <3 reblogs are appreciated, they help a ton <3
❥ miya o.
he knew you were a single parent before he even started dating you. for some reason, your son always had a craving for onigiri whenever you picked him up from school. it just so happens that onigiri miya was the place nearest to your apartment to get some.
it didn’t really take much for him to start recognizing you and your son. well, it helped that you were cute. osamu always greeted the two of you with a giant grin, your regular orders ready as soon as the two of you stepped inside the doors.
his heart never failed to skip a beat when he hears your laughter echoing across the store’s walls, especially if your son was the cause. if the store isn’t too busy, he likes to come by your table and hang out with the two of you. osamu asks you all sorts of questions about you and your son: the things you like to do together, your individual interests. you’ve been coming around the store for about a year when osamu realizes that he’s head over heels for you.
you were initially apprehensive about going on a date with osamu, despite the fact that you had grown feelings for him as well. for one, you had to think about your son. dating had honestly been pushed to the back of your mind. however, your son is quite the little matchmaker, accepting osamu’s invitation on your behalf.
your son pretty much adores osamu, so he had no issues when you told him that he would be seeing a lot more of osamu in your lives. he already liked him when he started giving him an extra order of onigiri by his third visit, and even more so when osamu actually indulges him in playing different games.
however, it never fully sank in how osamu would take being a father figure until the day you discussed moving in together.
“don’t like this one, too small.” osamu shakes his head as he looked at the details for your potential home, “our son needs a place he can run around in.”
your eyes go wide, blinking back at him, unsure if you had heard the words right. he turns to look at you, noticing your silence.
“what?” he asks, chuckling at the stunned expression that made it’s way onto your features.
“you said our, our son.”
osamu smiles before pulling you closer to his side, “well..he is, isn’t he?”
❥ akaashi k.
his eyes immediately went wide at the revelation that you had a daughter. you decided to tell him early on in your relationship as you didn’t want to waste any time if this happened to be a dealbreaker for him. fortunately for you, it wasn’t. sure, he was definitely shocked, but it doesn’t take long for him to ask you questions all about your daughter : her age, likes and dislikes, hobbies, etc.
akaashi was very nervous when it came to meeting her!! you’ve been dating for a while by that point, and he knew by then that you were the one that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. he wanted, no, needed for this day to go absolutely perfect. believe me when i tell you that this man does his research and would not stop texting you on what he could do to improve his chances of your daughter liking him.
of course, all that research was eventually worth it. your daughter was on the shy side around new people, but akaashi let out the biggest breath of relief when she grabbed his hand at his mention of possibly getting ice cream. honestly, the two of them would become inseparable from that day forward. it had become part of akaashi’s and your daughter’s routines to ask you how the other was doing and when would be the next time you could all hang out.
you knew akaashi had fully embraced his role as a father figure when you got called into work for an emergency and your daughter was sick. he immediately insisted that you tend to your job and that he be the one to take care of her.
you come home after a long day to the sound of akaashi’s voice, gentle and soothing, as you lingered outside your daughter’s bedroom door. sneaking a peek, a small smile graces your face at the sight of your daughter neatly tucked into bed, eyes fluttered shut. akaashi sits on the edge of the bed, closing the book as soon as he finishes reading the story.
“how is she?” you ask, making your way over to him.
akaashi smiles at you before failing to stifle a yawn, “her fever’s down.”
“tired?” you chuckle when he shakes his head before resting it on your shoulder.
“maybe a little, but i don’t mind. i love you.” he pauses, clarifying, “both of you.”
❥ hinata s.
honestly, this man didn’t even bat an eye when you finally told him you had a son. you were trying to figure out a way to ease him into the news, but when you couldn’t find an available babysitter for yours and hinata’s next date, you were left with no choice but to tell him. before you could apologize and ask to reschedule the date, his voice cuts you off, “no need! take him with you, i’ll meet you at the park!”
hinata appealed to your son in the best way he knows he can, being himself. as cheesy as it sounded, he knew that the most ideal approach would be being his usual energetic self. with a volleyball in one hand as he crouched to your son’s level, he asked if he would ever want to learn to play. of course, your son immediately agreed.
it doesn’t take long until volleyball lessons with your son became a more regular occurence alongside dates with you. hinata doesn’t mind, of course. it meant spending more time with you, and he’s not going to lie and say that days where all three of you are together didn’t make his heart flutter. hinata absolutely adored the idea of the three of you being a little family.
and your son didn’t mind either. in fact, hinata was the first person he told when he made it to his junior high’s volleyball team. you knew that hinata was going to be a part of your lives for a long time when he insisted that he attended your son’s first match.
the crowd erupts as your son made the winning hit, but no one else looked more excited about it than hinata. he practically leapt from his seat in the stands, raising a fist into the air with the largest grin plastered on his lips.
“that’s my boy! wooooo!” he cheered, turning to face you and practically shaking with excited energy, “did you see him, yn? woah, he went whoosh then bam. i need to watch out, shouldn’t be telling this kid all my secrets, huh?.”
you laugh, your heart still pounding in your chest, though you’re unsure why. was it from the win? or hinata’s palpable pride and excitement. “maybe you shouldn’t, back out now while it’s still early.”
he shakes his head despite the joking tone in your voice, “nah, gonna be with you two forever.”
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