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rewh0re · 1 year

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SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

Ft.: Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji

Angst but with fluff at the end. Just my boys kuroo and Akaashi and sleeping on the couch after an argument. Reblogs + interactions are highly appreciated!!

༊ KUROO

Kuroo cannot sleep. It's nearly 3 in the morning and he's twisting and turning on the bed for about an hour now, unable to fall asleep. The other side of his bed seems unnaturally cold and empty due to your lack of presence. You both had gotten into an argument about 2 hours prior. You had tried to convey your thoughts across to him about how worried you were that he was overworking himself and in his state of tiredness he was definitely not in the mood for your nagging. He took out his annoyance on you which resulted in some back and forth yelling before you decided to give him some space and sleep on the couch. But it had been hours and however much he denied it, Kuroo could not sleep without you. So, deciding to swallow his stupid pride he went out to the living room just to find your shivering self on the couch. You had a thin blanket on and it was a cold night.

"I know you're not sleeping," he whispered as he knelt by the couch to look at you.

What he saw broke him, there were dried tears on your face. He always fell apart when he saw you cry.

"Look I'm really sorry for what I said. Half of those things, I didn't mean them and neither should I have uttered them in the first place. It has happened now and as much as I wish I could change it, I can't. So, I'm asking you to forgive me y/n. I'm really really sorry. I love you so much ," he stroked your cheek and you could not pretend anymore. You slowly opened your eyes to look at him.

"You do?" You asked silently.

"More than you could ever know, love. You're the best thing that's happened to me. You're not nagging when you worry about me. I'm sorry for saying that. I was annoyed and irritated and tired and I took it out on you like a fool. I've said hurtful things and I feel terrible for it. Forgive me please," he looked at you with so much love and adoration as he asked for forgiveness that you broke again. You sniffled a little before cracking a small smile.

"I've said some hurtful things as well. Things I shouldn't have said. I'm sorry," you whispered to him.

"It's okay. Come back to bed now love. Tomorrow, I'm taking the day off and we'll do whatever you want to do. Sounds good?" He smiled at you, stretching his hand towards you for you to take it.

"Sounds perfect," you smiled as you took his hand in yours.

༊ AKAASHI

Arguments with Akaashi were rare. Most of the time, you both would talk things out and solve the problem rationally rather than lashing out. You both tried to be logical and tried to communicate no matter how tired or angry you both were. But sometimes however, that was just not the case. Sometimes, things got out of hand, anger overpowered your more rational sides and things got ugly. Tonight just happened to be one of those nights. Honestly, you don't even know how the argument started. You just knew that both of you were exhausted from work and on top of that things had been rough in your personal life lately. These reasons probably got to you and an argument took place. You both had verbally hurt each other to the extent that Akaashi decided to sleep on the couch, unable to fight anymore. He left you in the bedroom alone and fuming. But the moment he picked up a blanket and went to the couch, regret immediately filled you up. You ran after him to the living room where he laid on the couch. God, he didn't even have a pillow under his head, his neck would hurt like crazy in the morning.

"Keiji," you called out his name and as you expected, there was no answer from him.

"Keiji I'm sorry," you sat at the end of the couch where his feet were propped up on the hand rest.

"I let my anger and frustration take over me and said some pretty shitty things. I'm sorry I really did not mean them. I would never," at that, he looked up at you to see your eyes getting teary as a frown took over your face.

"Don't cry y/n," he sat up and brought himself closer to you.

"I don't know what took over me. I'm so sorry. I always try to be calmer and more thoughtful while speaking but today I don't know. Work has been stressful and I probably took that out on you. Something I shouldn't have done and something I highly regret," you took his hand as you looked at him.

"I said some pretty awful stuff to you too, you know. You're not entirely at fault here. I'm sorry. Next time, I'll try to be more thoughtful and I'll definitely not yell at you again," he gave you a small smile as he opened his arms for you to hug him. You gladly did.

"Me too. Come to bed now. You didn't even bring a pillow with you. Do you want your neck to hurt?" He laughed a little at that.

"Always thinking about me aren't you," he hugged you tighter.

"Mhm. Keiji?" You started as you broke the hug to look at him. "We're okay right?"

"We will be, love."

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hinatiny · 15 days

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crazy ੈ✩‧₊˚ akaashi keiji

in which akaashi is so crazy for you, he barely knows how to cope with it. getting you flustered is one way though.

w.c: 0.6k

akaashi loves you. so much, so dearly, that he’s convinced he’ll die if you ever slip away from his fingers. he’s convinced heaven and all that is holy is wherever you are, and that he’ll be denied access if he ever does something atrocious enough for you to leave him.

akaashi loves you. so much, so deeply, that it hurts, as if loving you equals diving into a vast ocean of emotions where every wave carries the sweetest currents of affection.

akaashi loves you. so much, so intensely, that he feels like he could cry.

of course, he doesn’t. at least not while you’re sitting in a study room - doing anything and everything but studying. he knows that if he were to suddenly tear up and sniffle and sob out of nowhere, it would only worry you, and what is he supposed to say when you question it? “i just love you so much and it sometimes scares me that i’m able to love someone to this extent, i genuinely can’t see a future where you’re not part of it and if there is one like that i don’t want it because maybe we’re just some goofy college students right now but i can’t wait to move in with you in our new apartment next month because there’s nothing i want more than to spend the rest of my life with you and all of this is so overwhelming but i wouldn’t change that for the world.” is that how he feels? most definitely. will he express that? nah, not really.

akaashi doesn’t say much, for now content with listening to you ramble on about your day, your yesterday, your tomorrow, your new plastic plants you’d bought for your apartment, your storage of gossip newly stocked from some of your classmates, and everything between heaven and earth as you munch on pocky every now and then. he doesn’t say much, but you can tell he’s still attentive to every word he says by the way he nods, hums, occasionally comments something or asks for further details. more than anything though, you know he’s listening by the fondness in his eyes and the small but true smile that lingers on his lips.

“so i’m not crazy for wanting to clock her that day, am i? i mean, obviously i didn’t do it or i would probably get expelled but with her attitude i clearly wasn’t in the wrong for at least considering it, right?”

now, akaashi doesn’t condone violence, and he would stop you had you ever decided to act on that option, but he nods in the palm of his hand, puffs an airy chuckle before expressing that you weren’t in the wrong. if that’s enough to make you laugh at him for even agreeing, he’ll make such exceptions any day of the week.

“you know, normal people wouldn’t agree like that,” you grin.

“you know, normal people wouldn’t consider clocking a classmate for something like that.” akaashi raises a playfully judgemental eyebrow at you.

“well, guess i must be crazy then.” you giggle at the sigh he lets out, following up with how you have to stop saying such things so proudly, although his smile widens the slightest bit. you tuck a chocolate-coated stick between your lips, speaking past it, “but you still love me.”

he blinks at you, once, twice but soon gets up his feet, hardly rushed but fast enough for you to not properly process how his palm shortly after goes from his chin to fall flat on the table; the one of his other hand finds your jaw, holding your cheeks so gently, just barely squeezing them between his fingertips.

akaashi does love you, so so so much, he doesn’t doubt for a second that he might be the luckiest man on earth. he doesn’t express that either though, and instead hides his overflowing emotions behind a sly smirk as he tucks the other end of the stick between his own lips. “guess i’m even crazier then.”

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bonniepop · 2 months

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character: akaashi keiji words: 700+ warnings: parenthood & special children. drama & comfort. notes: when i did a quick recap of all the fics i wanted to repost, this came at me out of nowhere, mostly because i forgot i wrote it, but also holy hell i wrote this? (i also rewrote it.)

your eyes are wet and swollen, your back pressed against the side of the bathtub as you sit on the floor. once upon a time, you looked at this place with dreamy eyes and excitement—this bathroom is so beautiful, this house is gorgeous, it’s perfect for us—but lately, you’ve been seeing the inside of it through a teary, pained gaze. it’s ruined for you.

i guess all this really was too good to be true, you tell yourself miserably, heat pricking the back of your eyes once again. you curl further into yourself and press your forehead over your knees, tears dripping down your thighs and soaking your shorts.

you don't know how long you sit there, but eventually, the bathroom door opens, and your husband steps in. “hi,” you hear akaashi say softly, “she’s asleep now.”

you don't move. the door shuts and you feel his warmth settle next to you.

you're both quiet for a time.

“you’re so good with her,” you say, voice wet and sticky, heavy in your mouth. “you're so... i’m so fucking terrible compared to you.”

akaashi doesn’t say anything.

“maybe…” you gasp against your knees, “maybe if i carried her to term—”

“hey, no,” he says softly, lifting one of his hands to tug at your elbow. “don’t say things like that.”

you press your lips shut and turn your head to meet his eyes, and you find him looking at you with so much compassion, so much patience, that you feel your heart fall to your stomach.

"say things like what?" you ask him sadly, voice cracking. “that i'm a bad mother? that i can't do it? that i can’t even carry a normal baby?”

the moment the words leave your mouth, you regret them. your eyes widen and your lip trembles. “keiji, i—i'm sorry, i didn’t mean—”

“it’s not your fault,” he says, voice louder, a little rougher, but never angry. he tugs a little more firmly on your elbow, and you let him take it. “it’s not your fault. we—we’re doing what we can, we’re not—you’re not a bad mother, and she’s not a bad child. she’s just… different.”

she’s just different, the phrase repeats in your head, hollowly bouncing around as keiji pulls you into his arms. you’ve heard it many times before. it’s not her fault she screams the way she does; it’s not her fault she can’t stand anything that has the color blue; it’s not her fault she needs to eat at exactly 4:30pm when she comes home from school everyday. it’s the way she is. she can’t help it.

“what if i’m not good enough to handle different?” you tell him, heart breaking, head leaning on his chest. you start to hiccup through your tears. “i love her, i love her so much, but… keiji, what if i… what if i’m not a bad mom, but i’m a bad mom to her?”

he shakes his head, gently stroking your hair. “you’re not, because you’re thinking about how to be a good one,” he tells you softly, other arm coming around your shoulders.

after a long moment of silence, you speak again. it's a little laborous, pulling your lips apart to speak because you've been crying so much. “you’re so good with her. how… you have so much patience, and i…” you cut yourself off with a sniffle. "i don't know how you do it."

akaashi sighs. “it's... i don't know. i wish i had an answer."

you pull away and meet his gaze. the hand in your hair drifts to your other hand and he takes it in a gentle squeeze.

“i’m not perfect, either,” he murmurs gently, letting go of your hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.. “no one’s perfect at this. there’s no manual to handling a child with autism, love. we just have to be patient, and love them, and remember what they like and don’t like.” he kisses your forehead. “you love her, don’t you?”

“of course,” you answer truthfully, and sniffle. he takes your hand again, his thumb brushing your skin so delicately, so lovingly. “i love her so, so much, but i’m so… i’m so scared i’m doing her a disservice.”

“you’re not. you’re not, my love. please believe me.” he presses the back of your hand to his mouth. “what matters is that we try.”

you let go of his hand and wrap your arms around his waist, the side of your thigh falling on top of his legs. “i love you, keiji,” you tell him earnestly, desperately. “i’m sorry i’m being so difficult.”

“you aren’t,” he answers, but you know it’s automatic, because your husband is the kindest of souls and you are the most selfish of people.

you press yourself closer to him. “still, i was acting like a child. we're supposed to be partners, but instead i made things harder on you. i'm sorry.”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, and the hand that was on your shoulder now strokes your hair. “i forgive you,” he says against your skin. “i love our little family, imperfect as it is. i’d hate to see it fall apart.”

your eyes water and your mouth trembles and your heart squeezes with love. if there’s anything you’d go to the ends of the earth for, it’s keiji’s happiness.

fortunately, you don’t have to go that far. you can start in your daughter’s room.

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eggyrocks · 5 days

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CONGRATS ON 500 !!!!!!!

prompt 14 with akaashi please please please please

THANK YOUUUUUUU <3333333333

500 followers special: #14: "Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always."

akaashi x gn! reader, less hurt more comfort, anxiety, insecurities/jealousy-not proofread

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Akaashi noticed everything, when it came to them.

He noticed when their real, genuine smile of joy started to slip into a forced, worn one when they were started to get overwhelmed. He could tell how they felt about a conversation from the way they fidgeted with their hands. He noticed when they bit back on their inside of their cheek when they got too excited about something and wanted to keep calm. He knew what every tone of voice, every twitch of their lips, and every bout of silence meant.

Akaashi noticed it all.

And he knew something was wrong the second they started to get quiet. They were out, a group of friends and partners of friends and friends of friends, grabbing drinks. It was about twenty minutes in when they started talking less, their voice wavering at the end of sentences they did speak. They kept a taut smile on and laughed when they were supposed to, but Akaashi could feel their desperation to leave.

He stayed by their side the whole night, arm over their shoulder or a hand on their knee, thumb drawing circles over the fabric of their clothes. He was polite, not too concerned with whatever was being said to him but engaged enough not to raise eyebrows.

But the second he was able to pay for their portion of the tab, he gave faux lamentations about having to leave early, even though he'd really love to stay, really, and he held their hand on the way out.

They didn't say anything on their way home, or once they got back, and Akaashi wouldn't force them. But when they had removed the night from their skin and settled into their sheets, he noticed a sniffle, and how their eyes were rimmed red and watering.

The bed beside them dips as Akaashi settles in next to them. He's careful as he raised his hand to cup their cheek, thumb moving across the soft skin under their eye, catching a stray tear that falls. "I'm sorry," they say eventually, wind of their voice weakened as the tears start to fall more freely now.

Akaashi doesn't remove his hand from their face. He keeps moving his thumb over their skin, touch-feather light, unintrusive. "There's nothing you need to be apologizing for," he tells them.

"I know you were really looking forward to going out with everyone," they start, volume and speed of their words steadily rising, "and I know that I ruined it by being upset and you left because of me and I feel like you shouldn't have to do that for me every time I get anxious about something stupid-"

"Hey, slow down," Akaashi cuts them off gently, taking his free hand and entangling it with one of theirs, squeezing slightly. "If you're anxious about something, it's not stupid. You can't help feeling like that, so tell me what you're anxious about and we can talk through it."

They take a deep, shaky breath. "It is stupid, though."

Akaashi leans forward and gives him a soft kiss on the forehead. "Tell me anyways."

"Bokuto's friend seemed really interested in you. They were laughing at everything you said and talking to you a lot and they kept looking at you and everyone really seemed to like them a lot and I just kept thinking about how much easier it would be for you to be with someone like that instead of me and that maybe you wouldn't want to be with me anymore if you could be with them or someone like them and I just keep thinking about you leaving-"

"Hey," Akaashi cuts them off, noticing the way their eyes start to shift out of focus and the way their confession was slowly starting to spiral, "I'm with you, okay? Always. I always want to be with you. No one else. I'm not leaving, not ever."

Their eyes are wide and wet. "But what if-"

He gives their hand another squeeze. "No, there's no what if's. I'm here with you right now and no one else for a reason. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to. I wouldn't have left if I didn't want to."

They swallow, trying to choke down the argumentative anxieties that creep into their thoughts. They give him a nod. "Okay."

Akaashi removes his touch from their face and releases their hand to pull them into his chest, arms over their shoulders and chin resting on top of their head. They settle in, their arms automatically drifting to hold him around his waist. "It was sort of silly of you, to think I'd leave you," Akaashi gently teases.

He can feel them try to nuzzle in closer to his chest. "You promise?"

Akaashi kisses the top of their head. "I promise."

an: honest to god so damn cheesy but IDCCCCCCCC i love cheesy shit. i hope you enjoyed <3333

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noonajoe · 1 year

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When His Child Wants Him (Dad!Akaashi Keiji x Mom!Reader)

Genre: Lots of fluff! Video-call, Soft Dad Akaashi Keiji

Word Count: 563

©noonajoe (Published on 15 March 2023 - 20:10 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

*calling Akaashi Keiji*

“Yes, hon, what’s wrong?” Keiji asked.

“Keiji, I'm sorry, did I interrupt your work?” Y/N asked

“It's okay, I’m almost at the break, so what’s emergency, hon?” Keiji asked

Y/N suddenly turn the call into a video call.

Y/N’s face showed up while she’s carrying their son, Kaito. Kaito has a bad fever for 2 days, mostly crying when his dad’s not around.

“Dadda…” he sniffles in his sleepy face and raspy voice.

“Oh baby, are you okay, bud?” Keiji asked worriedly.

“Sorry honey. He’s not stopped crying since you left the house. I already brought him to the doctor and he was fine, but the crying was never-ending until I realize he was calling your name”

“Uh-huhu daddaa!” his face is getting lighter when he saw Keiji’s face move.

“His fever still hasn’t gone?” Keiji asked.

“Yeah, he’s been crying for hours now, and now he didn’t want to eat anything. I’m sorry hon, but could you help me by keeping the video call with him until your break ends?” Y/N asked with a tired face.

“I can help, but are you okay? I can ask my boss to take a half-day,”

“No need, Keiji, this is the second time he’s whining about you. He needs to learn that his dad is working” Y/N put the tab in Kaito’s baby desk so he can see Keiji by himself.

“I guess that is something you must patiently teach a 1-year-old about ‘work’ honey.” he chuckled.

Y/N went to the kitchen with a tired face and didn’t mind what’s Keiji’s last words on the phone. She needs to prepare Kaito’s food.

“Uh! Uh! Dadda Abu-bubu” Kaito babbled around

“Are you happy now, Kaito?” Keiji asked from the screen.

“Dadda dadda mumma!” he's happy when he heard Keiji’s voice.

“Kaito, you shouldn’t be bad to your mom,” Keiji said.

“Ba-ba? Kaito Ba-ba?” he tried to copy Keiji’s words.

“Yes, Dadda will be home early today., but Kaito should be good with Mama until Dadda goes home”

“Uh-huh Gu-gu” he clapped his hand.

“Okay, Kaito. Now dadda wants you to go mommy there and hug her. Huggie huggie. Remember?” Keiji shows his son hugging himself, indicating Kaito needs to hug his mom.

“Huggie?” Kaito tries to copy his dad’s pose from the screen.

“Yes, mama there” he showed Y/N’s photo. Kaito turns his head and sees his mom.

Kaito crawls to his mom and tried to reach his mom’s skirt. When you look at him, he’s sitting, opens his arms, and indicates he wants to hug her.

When she saw him with a puppy face, expressing “I’m sorry to make your day hard mama”. She just smiles, hugged him, and rubbed his back.

Keiji smiled when he saw that lovely scene on the screen

He took a screenshot of Y/N and Kaito hugging on his phone.

Suddenly, he felt an intense quiet around him.

When Keiji turns his head, all of his co-workers are looking at him

“Mr. Akaashi, you’re soooo sweet to your wife,” one of them tells him.

“Yeah, you even didn’t mad during this tight deadlines, your son has to take that from you when he grows up”

“Sorry guys I think I made a good disturb before our break” Keiji apologized, he didn’t realize that he was too focused on taking care of his family even over long distances.

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sn00pism · 1 year

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Am I pretty?

Feeling down? don't worry, your dear Kou and Kei will take care of you. Characters: Bokuto Koutaro x chubby reader x Akaashi Keiji.

You think I'm ugly (Don't you?) And I know you hate my body

You sighed as you looked at your friend Keiji, he seemed content in the volleyball court, setting for the loud Bokuto.

The duo were inseparable, after all they had been friends since little.

As a group of girls passed by, you heard them giggle, looking into the direction of your two friends, hearing them whisper and chuckle.

You frowned at your half eaten food, thoughts going to grim and obscure places about your appearance and most importantly about how your two best friends looked at you.

They would never see you as a woman, after all you're not slim and dainty and fragile, you have a bigger frame, thick thigs and cellulite, as well as some chub on your arms and stomach.

You set down your container with a sigh and looked at the manga editor and professional athlete in front of you, tossing the ball between each other.

Your sigh captured their attention, the ball falling to the ground until Bokuto picked it up, both of them joining you in the small picnic mat you had set up for the three of you.

"What's wrong, pretty?" Bokuto was the first one to ask, his yellow eyes slightly hidden by the black cap on his head.

"You can tell us anything, lovely… what's bothering you?" Akaashi asks while looking at you and pulling a strand of hair from your face.

Your frown deepens as you think you're bothering your friends with some useless thoughts, so you plaster a slight smile on your face.

"nothing much! College has me stressed that's all!" you lie through your teeth and while the answer satisfies Bokuto, it doesn't satisfy Akaashi, who just sighs.

"you're lying.. You have a smile on but it looks empty… besides, you haven't even finished your food.. Weren't you very hungry before? You always eat a lot and now you've barely eaten"

You pull a face at his words, of course he'd think you always eat, you're nothing but a fat friend. That's what you do.

"are you saying that I'm not okay because I didn't finish my food? Is that all you guys think I am? Just the fat friend who's always associated with food, right? Because I have this body I can't be anything more than just the fat friend"

You explode slightly, voice hard and eyes teary.

"pretty? That's not what Akaashi meant…"

"of course not! But it still stings to hear that you guys don't like my body! No one, not even you guys will ever see me as a woman and it hurts!" you sigh into your hands, crying softly.

You feel Bokuto's calloused hands pull away your hands from your face and feel Akaashi wipe your tears away.

"Sweetie, you can always change your ways… and we'll be there to help you out.. " Akaashi murmurs, watching you sniffle and nod

"I'm shit at cooking though, Kei.."

"we'll cook for you, love…"

Bokuto grabs one of your hands and Akaashi the other one, each of them raising them to kiss your knuckles, a smile affectionate smile on their face.

"who told you we don't like your body?" Akaashi murmurs against your skin.

"We've always liked your beautiful thighs… and your soft arms, and your cute tummy… we love you very much but we also get it if you want to change…" Bokuto smiles softly at you, then nuzzling his face into your neck.

"you're the most beautiful woman we have ever seen, lovely"

Tell me love oh "Am I pretty?"

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keijism · 2 years

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HAIKYUU!! + "REVERSE COMFORT"

warnings- mentions of insecurity, EXTREMELY brief mention of alcohol, anxiety, stress & family issues in kuroo's drabble, a lot of fluff and a lot of angst

includes- keiji akaashi, hinata shoyo, kuroo tetsuro, with a gender neutral reader (no pronouns explicitly used)

# | kuroo had always taken it upon himself to be independent. his parents weren't ever someone who he'd been able to count on, you knew that more than anyone else. there'd been multiple times in which they'd let him down ,the missed family get-togethers,failing to turn up to kuroo's graduation because of work...

the absolute cherry topping it all off was the time they'd failed to turn up your wedding on time and had strolled in half-way with a cheap bottle of corner-store booze, acting as if they'd not been in the wrong at all.

they were always the people who had always played an almost ceremonial role in kuroo's life , rather than people he could trust with all the highs and lows, someone he could celebrate the positives and the negatives with.

and he couldn't say he'd ever cared about it.

if there's one thing that the lack of childhood taught him, it was that you had to fend for yourself.

yet there'd always been a part of him that felt as though they were never there to serve the purpose as his very own mother and father, and it'd taken something away from him...

a loving home of his own.

it was tough for a child , when you couldn't process the lack of attention you were given, but as an adult, you could sense everything. you understood every little jab and insult thrown at you.

and you suppose that's what hurt him the most.

it was supposed to be a small dinner. a peaceful friday evening with your in - laws had turned into a huge fight in which your husband had walked out with tears streaming down his face. they'd been insensitive, as always and kuroo was good at dealing with things like that, but after a demanding day at work and stress having him worked up... their words had finally gotten to him.

you sat with him in the car your in law's driveway, as he let it all out every single wave of disappointment and hurt he'd buried for so long. you drove the two of you home in silence, parking in your garage, before you finally turned to your husband.

he was really a sight to see.

dishevelled hair, previously ironed- now crinkled clothes and sweet watery eyes that held the remnants of his sorely wounded heart.

"oh sweetheart, c'mere ".

you heard him let out a choked sob before collapsing into your chest, his warm tears stained through the soft material of your blouse as you combed your hands through his hair. "it's okay tetsu, i've got you."

you knew he couldn't answer right now but you understood everything you needed to in the way his grip tightened against your torso. it was kuroo's own silent way of saying thank you.

his way of saying thank you for just being there.

!! | keiji had a habit of pushing himself and draining himself to exhaustion, ever since high school.

he was always striving to be the very best, in everything… he wanted to be the very best, even if that meant denying himself of everything he wanted. akaashi had never been someone who acknowledged himself as successful, being just one of the best wasn’t good enough for him. if he wasn't number one, what was the point?

it had always hit him hard. the stress, the upcoming deadlines… he wanted to be good enough…he was more than enough yet he never saw himself that way, the pent up anger and the frustration that he had built up over the years morphed into hurt… it all came pouring out at once, the years of bottled up emotions had finally burst.

the tears came almost naturally, rushing down his flushed cheeks, blotching the ink on the sheets of painfully so, still unfinished work in front of him, what started as sniffles erupted into painful rattling sobs that came from deep inside him… walking into the study to tell keiji to come to bed, you witnessed the most unlikely circumstance you could find your boyfriend in..

he was never the emotional one , he was more the stable foundation, a rather stoic (yet ever so caring) personality, always prioritising you before himself but now... just the sight of him made your heart ache.

how long had he been hiding this?

you wrapped your arms around him. allowing him to cry into your chest, reducing his panic a little, his warm tears dampening your shirt.

he needed this.

he needed to let it all out, to let the emotions that had been troubling him to just leave.

just you staying with him calmed him down.

the faint fragrance of your body spray on your skin, your soothing coos of comfort… the warmth of your body next to him. you smiled softly, "you'll always be my no.1 , keiji.. i just wish you knew that". you muttered quietly into his hair as his tears ebbed into small hiccups that caught in his throat. you doubted he had heard it over his sniffles, but when you felt his arms tighten around your torso and his soft smile against your bare abdomen... you knew had . and you'll say it hundreds of times again.

if it meant that he'd finally believe it.

% | hinata had always been quite good at keeping his morale up, one way or another he lifted himself up from the lowest of lows and kept going. recently he really didn’t feel up to it… sometimes things just get, well… overwhelming.

things that people comment online, the constant pressure to be outstandingly good in every match. he couldn’t handle it, being in the limelight had always appealing to him but sometimes even stars need a little break…

crying in the club’s locker room was never top of the to do list for shoyo that day, but after a particularly demanding day with a painful defeat at the end to top it all off, he couldn’t help but let himself go.

he was never a pretty crier.. his nose always went runny and the tips of his ear and his nose turned a bright red… and you could always tell when he was upset. he had expressive eyes that reflected almost any emotion he felt.

hearing the club door open he composed himself a little, and he couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised when you walked in.

your soft voice and words of comfort made his heart swell with love .. how did he deserve you? nestling his head into your neck he pulled you down onto his lap, re-assuring you that he was completely fine, with you kissing his tears away, your soft breath lapping over his eye lids... he felt safe. as if the storm that was brewing had just suddenly turned into wisps of cloud.

having tough days may be horrible but you and your words of encouragement were always there for him to bring him up when he couldn’t do it himself.

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atsukinakae · 7 months

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Hey! Me again. So hear me out: platonic trans!reader (genderfluid or ftm) coming out too Kenma, tsukki, and/or bokuto (plus whoever you want ofc) as trans. Maybe they are close friends and met during middle school.

~SQ. (Ps! Have a nice night)

Hq reacts to Mn coming out to Kenma,Tsuki and Bokuto + Kiyoko

Haikyuu x ftm reader (PLATONIC)

Kenma

• At first his face was neutral,no reaction at all,still processing what you just said to him.

• Very supportive but doesn't show it infront of the others.But watches every movement of yours,to see if your feeling dysphoric.

•Like every other weekend,you two would go to his house or your house to play games, spend some time together or just study for exams.This time was on his house,you came with low energy and he could sense it.

•"Hey,should we keep on going with the game?"Your voice came out just as a whisper,he nodded in response and started the game.

•Dying again and again, couldn't even focus on the game, getting more frustrated by every minute passing.

•And he noticed,every single thing,then suddenly he got up and went to this wardrobe,"Is there something wrong?","That's what I should be asking you",he come back with your fav hoodie and gently helped you to put it on to you.

•"There's nothing wrong...",glassy eyes that once showed sparkles of happiness now are afraid,insecure.

•It has been almost an hour since you were in his arms, crying,ranting and sniffling.

•"Shhh, it's okay, you're safe,you are always safe with me","Listen to me, it's all going to be okay","You have me here Mn".

Tsukishima

•At first he had a 'no expression face',but actually deep down he was happy that you've trusted him enough to tell him

•Yes you were scared of how he will react but it instantly calmed you when he accepted of how you truly are.

•If anyone,and I really mean ANYONE refers to you with the wrong pronoums, they're fucked up.

•While you were waiting for Tsuki and Yamaguchi on the exit door,a classmate came to you and started talking of the project that the teacher gave in the morning,after a while, Tsuki approached you when he noticed that they where using the wrong name and pronoums,""Mn,his is name Mn" he said with a serious face."Whatever"your classmate mumbled under they're breath,"As I was saying d/n,the project has to be-"they were cutted off by Tsuki,"Let's go Mn,I don't want you interacting with this shitty people","Hey am talking, where are you taking her!"they yelled while Tsuki dragged you away from there.

Bokuto

•He was listening when you said it but got distracted.

•You had to repeat yourself again because he asked for it.

•Actually very acceptive,he so happy that hugs you tight.

•The members have to check if you still alive.

"Bokuto,I'm trans"

Silence,no one said anything.

"You want a cookie?"he said with mouth full of cookies.

"I-,umm yeah,thanks"

"Could repeat what you just said, please,I swear I was listening"

"I'm trans..." your voice lower than before.

Suddenly you felt some arms around your small body,now you were trapped in his arms. Giggles being heard from him and a sweet smile on his face.

"Bokuto san, please let Mn breath".Akaashi said while checking that he doesn't hurt you with his arms.

But you were okay,being safe in your best friends strong arms.

Kiyoko

•She already knew.

•Figured out a few later of knowing you

•Always uses your desired name and pronoums.

•Also always corrects people when they say the wrong name/pronoums even if they are intentionally or accidentally wrong.

"Kiyoko san,can we talk?"

"Of course,is everything alright?"

"Yeah,just wanted to tell you something..."

She nodded and let you take your time to say it.

"I'm actually trans"you lowered your head so that you wouldn't see her reaction.

"Oh I already knew that"she giggled and went back to the gym.

You were shocked and followed her asking a lot of questions.

#haikyuu x m!reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x trans reader #haikyuu x ftm reader #hq x male reader #hq x ftm reader #hq x trans reader #hq x m!reader

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bokubear · 2 years

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THE HQ BOYS FORGET ABOUT YOUR DATE

featuring ; matsukawa issei, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto kotarou, akaashi keiji

warnings ; slight angst/hurt, eventual comfort, crying

notes ; it’s been a while since i updated you guys, think of this as my check in. i hope you’re all doing well !

MATTSUN experienced that uncomfortable feeling of dread filling his senses at around six thirty, approximately an entire hour late from your scheduled dinner date. the restaurant he picked out, the outfit you had bought specifically for this rare occasion. wasted. yet he didn’t realize until he happened to open his messages, your pinned number causing him to leap from the loveseat in terror. he messed up big time. your beautiful face crumbling with sadness sent him dizzy in distress. the frazzled man disregarding his usual belongings to run to the place, evening lights twinkling with the dimmed lighting; elevating the romantic atmosphere. “baby i’m so so-“ however, the apology was cut off when you shoved past him—soft sniffles heard. “if you have time to apologize, you surely had time to show up.” you hissed, not sparing a single glance at issei. after that, he trailed behind you on the way home—downcast. the sounds of your crying haunting him from the living room. he was giving you space, but this was killing him. “i made your favorite dish, come out so we can talk-“ once again, the words frothing in his throat dissolved upon impact. your face hidden in his t-shirt. “you jerk, don’t you ever do that again or i will not hesitate to cut off your hands and feet.” he stood in stunned silence. “alright then, am i forgiven ?” — “not a chance.”

KUROO was fully immersed in his job, and you couldn’t be happier for him. except for the portion which required him to be away for long periods of time. apparently, the at-home movie date was long forgotten. because tetsuro was a no show. the thought of calling him left your lip quivering. this could possibly be one of the only times you get to see him this week and your patience and resilience was running thin. finger pressing the call, listening to the dial tone with absolute silence—emotions in an overflow. but the anger bubbling quickly dissipated when the fluid and ear numbing voice was heard. his. “..how could you forget ?” your voice cracked, crucially unhelpful. “that’s it ! tonight was the movie night wasn’t it ?” he bit his lip, guilt eating his heart alive. “it was.” you finished, hands shaking as you held the phone—struggling to keep it together. “it’s okay kitten, i hear you, i can’t even explain how sorry i am, let it out i’m here.” he hushed, easing your choked sobs. he stayed on the phone with you all the way to the door, enveloping you in his arms while gently rubbing your back. “how about my neighbor totoro ?” you gasped in air. “that sounds okay.” he smiled weakly, kissing your lips. “anything for you.”

BOKUTO grinned form ear to ear, this smile was most definitely not as large as it was when gazing at you—but impressive in the least. his power was phenomenal and this practice was proving simple. kotarou’s gained skill over the years bringing him to this moment. he was obsessed. although no matter how deeply he adores volleyball, you took first. today though the ace was fully charged. mind straying from the picnic date set up forty minutes ago. “that one was the best !” he shouted with glee, fists clenching pridefully. his mini celebration cut short at the gym doors being opened. there you stood, gorgeous as ever in your newly purchased sun-dress. “how’d the practice go ?” you quietly exclaimed, eyes saddened. automatically he ran to you, noting the picnic basket in your hands. “sweets i forgot i’m sorry honey i—“ the look on your face unreadable. “can we start this day over ?” he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. “just take me on a date you oaf, and if you forget next time i’m not going to your next game.” he brightened first, then paled at the later add in. “that’s easy peasy then.” he smirked triumphantly, hands on his hips. “mhm i bet it is.” you hummed, brows lifted in amusement. ‘honey.’ you haven’t heard that one before.

AKAASHI is a busy man. from filing reports to his editing career, his life at the moment is an endless loophole of assignment after assignment. spacing out hardly any time given to spend with you. today was a breakfast day. a day he reserved especially for you, only for you. to go out and eat early and to return to your comfy abode to lay in bed, simply conversing. nevertheless, his internal alarm clock filtered on his job, waking up beside you to leave a peck on your forehead before walking to the subway station. regular routine. funny enough, this one was a close call. a very close call. seated in his office chair, your text affirmed on the screen. ‘where are you ?’ the memories drowning keiji in a huge tsunami. recollections of yesterdays excitement crashing into him. ‘went to the store, hang tight love.’ and just as fast as he’d entered the building he exited. with the small white lie discarded. déjà vu passing by at the familiar bedrooms entities. “you weren’t actually at the store we’re you ?” surveying his coat with a sleepy smile gracing your angelic face. “no, but i’m here now.” he puckered, glancing away from embarrassment. “close call.” he hovered above you, breathy kisses devouring your neck. “but i made it.” you chuckled, his lips tickling your jaw. “that you did.”

-maak

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luvring · 1 month

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They fight for your love, who wins:

Akaashi, but he's suffering from a bad case of hey fever, red nose, teary eyes and constantly sniffling

Kuroo, but he's got caught in the rain and his hair is all droopy (you know all his power is in his hair) and he accidentally put his shirt on inside out in the morning

dira u can't keep making me want kuroo like this Omg /silly. i'm sorry kuroo akaashi will always win me... however. what an incredible idea for a kuroo fic. TRULY BEAUTIFUL AND SILLY!!! i will give them both a warm drink and blanket and box of tissues! 🫂🫂

#🧾nia.answers #<3 dira #akaashi being ecstatic and then realizing he doesnt want to hug u or anything bc hes sick . mychest hruts. WHYY #helping kuroo dry off and playing with his hair. him asking if ur having fun while he sniffles 🥹👍 myleglggg

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starsformyuniverse · 2 months

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|Reconciliation|Bokuto Kōtarō|

Synopsis: Y/n l/n and Bokuto live two completely different lives.Your settling down and in law school while he's still playing volleyball.With a shocking turn of events, will you two reconcile again?

AN: Sorry I been gone!just tired but I'm back and ready to give you guys more of stories! <3

|02: New Beginnings

Chapters:

|01: The first day of forever

You weren't the type to admit things, but this time, you couldn't back out of this one. You tried to shove it deep down, within you. Forget about it, move on with your life, but you know. Everyone knows. You would not even be surprised if Bokuto even knew. You never held anyone as close to your heart as you held Bokuto.

Shifting out of your thoughts, you sniffled and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy, your mascara was stained from all the crying, and your hair was a mess. You looked like you lost a fight with a middle-school girl.

You laughed at that thought as you took a few minutes to do the daily tasks needed for human survival. You did your hair, took the makeup off and brushed your teeth. You threw on a pair of leggings and a blue sweater Akaashi let you borrow. You smiled as you looked way better.

Thank god for Akkasshi

"N/n! Are you coming??"Akashi asked.Snapping out of your thoughts, you quickly tried to find your shoes as you yelled back,"Yes! Hang on !"Akaashi was always so early to things.You on the other hand.. were not.You and Akaashi were going to go look at a roommate's apartment kinda thing. You both knew you couldn't stay there with your ex living there and all.You both also knew you could not stay with Akaashi. Even though you hadn't seen your ex in days, you still felt his presence as you stepped out into the living room of the apartment you guys shared." Ready?" He asked, giving you a warm smile as he opened the door out into the old moldy hallway that smelled of mill dew and old lady.

You hate change.It generally makes you psychically sick and sometimes really dizzy.It happened once in junior year of high school. You got sick during a big volleyball tournament and got genuinely really sick. You hoped and prayed that whoever this roommate was did not have a girlfriend or anything. The last thing you need is someone's crazy girlfriend up your ass anything to live with their partner as a roommate.

"Look...Um n/n I should tell you now",Akaashi trails off nervous as his eyes dart around waiting for your reaction.

"That apartment that is looking for a roommate… Is an old friend of mine." He trailed off. Your heart stopped. You felt nervous and very worried."... who?"you ask, trying not to make it obvious you were kinda getting worried . Akaashi wanted what was right for you. He knew this wasn't ideal, but he cared about you and wanted you to get out of that apartment with your ex.Your mind raced as he was silent.Who was it?? Oikawa?? No,he's in Argentina.Iwazumi?? He's with him out there. Hinata?? Your mind raced trying to scramble to find who was the candidate but Akaashi mustered up all his courage and with a big sigh and some worry he turns to you and says...

"Bokuto"

AN: Heyyy I am back!<;3

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lemurzsquad · 2 months

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Music to Owl Ears (Ch 1)

Ch 1: Jogging Laps

Pairing: Bokuto x musician fem!reader

Summary: After being knocked over, your morning is hijacked by the pair of students responsible, and your mind is jogging laps trying to figure out one question: What in the world just happened?

A/N: I have once again been dragged along by my own story, I have no control of what happens lol

In all seriousness tho, I was not expecting some of this stuff to happen right off the bat, but we're going with it. Also, this is NOT going to be a love triangle---Akaashi is a very important character, but I am not adding him to the romance problems TvT he just got a surprising amount of attention this chapter

I hope you enjoy!! And please read the prologue if you haven't! (It's essentially the actual Ch 1 lol)

Word count: 1510

cw: overthinking, some jealousy, rambling

"Bold for English"

"Not bold for Japanese"

- Masterlist -

< Prologue | Ch 1: Jogging Laps | Ch 2: Lunch Break >

Your first day of school turned out… interesting, to say the least. Chaotic may have been a better word—maybe hectic. Or perhaps unexpected and eventful were more accurate. Confusing? Not quite, save for the lingering question of how you got to this point in the back of your mind.

You found yourself at your assigned desk, running through English synonyms for your experiences that day and trying to think of Japanese synonyms in the process. Your teacher was running through class expectations for the year that you only vaguely listened to but never fully locked your attention on. It wasn't intentional; your mind was simply jogging laps to process what had happened that morning.

You recalled the course of events once more, attempting to grasp some sort of understanding of the question that ran through your head over and over: What in the world just happened?

After you had been pulled to your feet, eyes wide and taken aback, you finally got a good look at the person who you assumed had knocked you over—and you could immediately tell how that happened. He towered over you, still holding on and moving you around slightly to inspect for any signs of injury. From the way he had picked you up with such ease, you gathered he was pretty well built under his partially disheveled uniform. His hair was two-toned in black and silver and slicked back into what you would describe as spiky owl ears—the thought almost made you chuckle, but you kept it to yourself.

You glanced over to the left in the direction of his friend. His stature was not quite as tall or nearly as visibly brawny, and he was much more put together. He gave you a very brief look of sympathy and apology that you barely caught before your eyes turned back.

The one still holding you by the shoulders finally spoke a coherent, complete sentence that wasn't some broken variation of “Are you okay? I'm so sorry!” When he deduced you had not sustained any wounds due to his carelessness, he said, “I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. Glad you're not hurt, though!” He gave you a grin, one that was somewhere between sheepish, apologetic, and lighthearted.

“I told you, you should have been paying attention,” his black-haired friend interjected dryly. “You might want to let her go, though.”

Something seemed to click beneath his owl ears that reminded him he was still clinging to you. He pulled his hands back finally, chuckling as he scratched the back of his head. You smiled and sniffled whatever remains of your previous tears were left.

“It's no worries,” you reassured. “I should have been paying attention, too, but I didn't know where I was going.”

“Oh, are you new? A transfer student, maybe?” The shorter of the two asked while his companion went to pick up your bag and hand it back to you.

“Was it that obvious?” You joked, brushing off the remaining dust, pebbles, and strays bits of grass from your uniform. You tried your best to straighten out your outfit—the first uniform you'd ever had to wear to school before—before slinging your bag back over your shoulder and across your body.

The one to the left tilted his head slightly, replying, “Well, you were speaking English earlier, so I just took a guess.”

“And you have a strong accent,” his friend interrupted. He grinned brightly and held out his hand, unexpectedly blurting out, “I'm Bokuto Koutarou, by the way!”

You probably would have shook his hand if you didn't get distracted by your own thoughts. “Bokuto's your… surname, right? Last name, first name, I think. Sorry, I haven't met many people since I got here even though it's been a couple weeks,” you rambled. “Also, sorry if I get anything wrong, I'm kind of new to this whole ‘being in Japan’ thing.” You gesture with your hands as you speak, using your fingers as quotation marks near the end.

Bokuto laughed lightheartedly, and his friend almost joined him. “Don't worry, you are doing okay,” he said—to your surprise—in English. It was a bit stiff, but you could understand it just fine—it was about as good as your Japanese. You turned to him, the faucet of your thoughts running out of your mouth quickly closed, and your jaw hung open. “My name is Akaashi Keiji. You can just call me Akaashi,” he added.

For some reason, his words seemed to hit you right in the chest. Maybe it was because he went through the effort to say them in your own language, or maybe it was because you were still emotional and unsure of how living in Japan would go. A couple of subtle deep breaths were enough to stop the tears threatening to well.

“My name is Y/n– I mean, L/n Y/n,” you replied, making sure to correct yourself. “Please just call me Y/n, I'd feel weird being called by my last name.” You held out your hand with a hopeful smile, shaking their hands in turn. I have no idea why I just did that, you thought in reference to the handshake. That felt way too formal.

You shook your head softly at your own thoughts before continuing, “It's nice to meet you, Akaashi and… Bokuto.” You took a guess in calling him that, not entirely sure which name to use. You were already uncertain if you were being impolite, but the wide grin you got in return told you it was fine.

The whole situation went by in a blur to the point you almost had to ignore your own awkwardness, finding yourself just trying to form sentences. It somehow made you both anxious and relieved by having to focus solely on the conversation. There was no time to think about how or why the conversation was happening in the first place.

You briefly pulled out your phone, and your heart leapt in your chest when you saw the time. School would be starting in seven minutes. “Oh no, I have no idea how to get to class—” You looked between Bokuto and Akaashi, the panic of unfamiliarity rising in you once again.

When you asked if they knew the way when you mentioned your class, Bokuto piped up, “That's on the way to my class! You should totally come with me, I can show you where it is!” Before you could give any sort of answer, grabbed you by the arm and started to almost race into the building.

You had just enough time to wave at Akaashi and for him to see the flustered, stunned look on your face. He shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets and heading to class at a much more leisurely pace—he didn't bother trying to catch up. He had the sneaking suspicion that this year was about to be a very entertaining one.

Bokuto had dragged you a good while before you had managed to get him to slow down, saying you couldn't tell where you were going and needed to commit it to memory. Eventually, you had made it to your class. You found it odd that the classroom was just open with no teacher inside. You had glanced around, confused, but didn't bother asking about it.

In the time it took to get to where you needed to go, it was evident that Bokuto was fairly popular. He had loudly greeted people along the way with a shining smile and enthusiastic waves.

A feeling started to eat away at you—a guilty emotion that brewed of envy, discomfort, and something else you couldn't quite place. You were grateful that he had shown you around, but a nagging in your mind told you it was just to make up for his first impression. And seeing him so carefree and able to talk to people so casually made you infinitely more aware of your standing. The realization that he may have been that comfortable due to years of enrollment at the school didn't make you feel any better.

You now sat at the back of the class, running through the busy morning once more. You wondered mindlessly if you would ever run into Akaashi and Bokuto again as you listened to your teacher. You hadn't greeted anyone or introduced yourself; you knew you should have if you wanted to make friends, but the thought alone made you start to feel nervous.

It was too early to be coming to the conclusion that, in reality, you knew you weren't going to go out of your way to make friends, but you couldn't help it.

The bell that signaled lunch rang just out of your current sphere of focus.

And just as you started to get fully immersed into your spiraling reasoning and excuses, jogging laps in your mind with an ever-increasing speed, a voice pierced through your protective, self-destructive bubble, loud and clear.

“HEY, HEY, HEY!! Y/N!”

It would seem that you didn't have a choice on that friendship front.

Thank you for reading!! <333

- Masterlist -

< Prologue | Ch 1: Jogging Laps | Ch 2: Lunch Break >

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mango-bango-bby · 2 years

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Hi sorry if I’m bothering you but I really like your work. I was wondering if you could right akaashi with a darling that has been emotionally neglected their whole life having the most responsibilities as the oldest child and supportive mom friend they never had the chance to talk about how they feel so they have a hard time communicating when their sad or depressed. I’ve only just realized I have this problem so I’ve been crying a lot to myself and I just need some comfort

♡ Here For You ♡

(A/N: I hope you’re feeling better now, doll. People who are the ones others depend on often don’t have anyone to depend on themselves. I hope you find someone who you can lean on when you need comforted 🥺🥺 Snd if you want, I’m always here to talk 💘 )

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, crying, just comfort

Summary: You’ve always had to be strong for the others around you, and now you have someone to comfort you when you never have (Yan!Akaashi x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

You were strong. You always were strong, mostly because all your life you had to be strong for others. You were the one others depended on so you were never the one to be comforted. Until now that is.

You had no one else in your life except for Akaashi. And you had no one to comfort so you now had to face your own problems. You were the one being taken care of now and it was so strange.

You try to keep yourself quiet but you can’t keep the tears from leaking out of your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. You’re not even sure why you’re crying. Or maybe you just don’t know how to describe why you’re sad or what you’re feeling.

Akaashi is not exactly a deep sleeper, so at the sounds of your soft sniffles and sobs he woke. He looks over at you, seeing your silhouette sitting up in the bed as you try not to cry to loud.

“Darling? What’s wrong?” Akaashi asked calmly sitting up with you, gently places his hand on your back. You only sniffle. You had no idea how to explain your feelings. You kept in all your feelings until eventually you’re feelings bubbled up until you began to break down.

You don’t say anything, simply looking over at him, leaning into his touch as you rested your head on his shoulder. You continue to softly cry, feeling Akaashi soothingly rub your back. You had to admit you liked being comforted, you’ve never got to be held like this before.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Akaashi whispers, trying to keep you calm. You think for a moment. “I don’t k-know how to exp-explain it” you stumble through the sentence, your vision still blurred from your tears.

“That’s alright, love. You might be able to explain how you feel but if later you find the words, you can tell me. Or you can not tell me. Just know I’m here for you” Akaashi says, his words causing you to cry even harder.

Not from sadness though. You just never heard those words before. You’ve said them to others so many times but never heard them yourself. You still softly cry until eventually your cries die down.

Akaashi looks down at you once you stop crying only to see you asleep again. He only softly smiles before gently making you lean back onto the bed. He would be with you until you found out how to explain your feelings.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere haikyuu #soft yandere #yandere comfort #yandere akaashi #Yandere!Akaashi #yandere akaashi x reader #yandere keiji #yandere keiji x reader #yandere!keiji

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writingbymoonlight · 2 years

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heartbreak

ft.: timeskip akaashi x reader

cw: angst, mentions of a break-up, heartbreak, pining

word count: ~950 words

Whenever Akaashi pictured himself holding you tightly in his arms, he imagined that he would feel like the luckiest and happiest man on the planet.

Unfortunately, that isn’t the case right now.

He is sitting beside you on your sofa, his arms firmly wrapped around your shaking frame as you heavily sob into his chest. Because of how you’re positioned, he cannot see your face, yet he can feel your tears gradually soaking his cotton shirt, but he doesn’t care or complain. Akaashi simply allows you to continue to cry as he rubs soothing circles on your upper back.

After a few minutes, your sobs recede, and you pull back from the embrace to look at your friend with puffy, red eyes.

“I’m sorry for ruining your evening,” you hoarsely murmur as you attempt to give Akaashi a vague smile.

Instantly, Akaashi shakes his head and takes one of your hands into his. “You didn’t ruin my evening, Y/N. I’m here to listen whenever you need someone to talk to.”

“It’s just…” you commence to say before you start sniffling again. Quickly, Akaashi reaches for the tissue box resting on top of the coffee table and hands it to you. You take a tissue to blow your nose then resume speaking, your voice barely above a whisper, “People have been telling me it’s been two months since we broke up and I should think about moving on and forgetting him, but…it’s hard. I still love him. It’s not like I can wake up one morning and decide to erase him from my memories. Does that make sense?”

Although it stings to hear you declare your love for someone else, Akaashi nods along.

When Akaashi met you, you were already in a relationship with your now ex-boyfriend: you two had been dating since university and your love for one another was evident. Whenever you were with him, you looked at him with so much adoration and vice versa. You seemed like a couple from a romance movie that was destined to grow old together.

Everything abruptly changed, though, when your former partner had received a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to work at his dream job in Europe. He was excited at this prospect, and he asked you to move abroad with him, but you were hesitant. You didn’t want to move to a different country and be away from everything you know and love indefinitely. At the same time, you also didn’t want to hold your boyfriend back either from doing something he was so clearly enthusiastic about. This ultimately resulted in a mutual, yet heart wrenching, break up.

And today is the day your ex officially left Japan permanently and this knowledge absolutely crushed you. You honestly hadn’t anticipated being overwhelmed by a tidal wave of devastation, which is why you called Akaashi and asked him to come over.

“Of course it makes sense,” Akaashi gently assures you. “Ending a relationship doesn’t mean forgetting what you had. And what you had with him was truly special. You should be allowed to take all the time you need to process and heal.”

Akaashi would be lying if he said that the words coming out of his mouth didn’t feel like a knife repeatedly stabbing his heart. A miniscule sick, twisted part of him considers that maybe he should be happy that you're no longer in a relationship. However, he pushes aside and squanders these cruel thoughts. He could never take glee from your misery.

Ever since you began working in his department, Akaashi felt an attraction towards you. But after he learned you were already dating someone, he tried his best to repress his feelings. He figured that if he pretended his feelings for you didn’t exist, perhaps one day they would magically disappear.

But as you and Akaashi went from being just co-workers to becoming extremely close friends, those feelings didn’t vanish. Instead, they grew intensely. If Akaashi’s initial crush on you was like the spark of a campfire, his feelings for you now burned with the intensity of the sun. And he is very much conscious of the fact that these feelings are not fleeting.

Akaashi is madly in love with you, but he knows he cannot tell you, even though you are technically single.

He is aware that your heart has been completely shattered. It would take a while for you to pick up the pieces and for you to return to some semblance of normalcy. Him confessing to you would only add to your state of confusion. And that’s the last thing he wants to do.

“Thank you for being so understanding,” you sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder.

The blue-eyed man takes this chance to throw a comforting arm around your shoulders before responding, “I’ll always be there for you, Y/N.”

You glance up at him and are met with a warm gaze that lets you know that everything will eventually be alright. And you feel yourself smile a genuine smile for the first time in weeks. It’s the type of smile that would make Akaashi go weak at the knees if he was standing.

“I’m really lucky to have you as a friend, Keiji,” you remark as you take your index finger and thumb and adjust his glasses, so they rest securely on the bridge of his nose. This small gesture produces a tiny lopsided grin from the dark-haired editor and temporarily alleviates his aching heart.

If a supportive friend is all you need right now, Akaashi is content to be that friend. He’ll gladly ignore his own heartbreak to help you through yours.

#akaashi x reader #akaashi x y/n #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi angst #akaashi keiji #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst

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Finally (Bokuto x Reader) Oneshot

2:14am

Bokuto has added Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Kiyoko, Yachi, and Atsumu to the group chat.

Bokuto has named the group chat ‘HELP ME”

Everyone is online

Bokuto: HELPD ME

Kuroo: Bro what’s wrong?

Bokuto: I NEED HELP AND YOURE THE MOST HELPFUL PEOPLE I KNOW

Akaashi: Bokuto-san tell us what’s wrong first

Bokuto: I THINK IM IN LOVE

Oikawa: OH MY GOD IS IT FINALLY HAPPENING???

Iwaizumi: You might find out if you stop talking

Oikawa: Mean Iwa-chan

Hinata: Don’t worry! We’ll help you!

Kenma: Who is it?

Bokuto UM IT KIND OF MIGHT BE Y/N

Atsumu: KAWA ITS FINALLY HAPPENING

Oikawa: I KNWO ATSU

Yamaguchi: BokuY/n >>

Hinata: YES YAMS

Kiyoko: AHHHDH IM SO EXCITED

Yachi: I KNEW IT

Bokuto: GUYS HELP SHOULD I TELL HER???

Oikawa: YES

Atsumu: YES

Hinata: YES

Kiyoko: YES

Yamaguchi: YES

Yachi: YES PLS

Iwaizumi: YES

Kenma: YES

Kuroo: YOU GO BRO

Akaashi: YES

Bokuto: OKAY

Oikawa: How do you plan to do it?

Bokuto: I HAVE NO IDEA

Iwaizumi: Can’t he just tell her?

Atsumu: It has to be special!

Yachi: I’m pretty sure she would say yes even if you called her now lol

Bokuto: OKAY

Bokuto is offline

Yachi: WAIT THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT

Oikawa: YACHI WHY

Yachi: I DIDNT KNWO HE WOUDL DO IT

Akaashi: Bokuto-san is not the type to think before acting

Kuroo: Yeah I have to side with Kaashi on this one. As much as I love my bro, he’s kinda dense

Kenma: Kind of?

Kuroo: He’s really dense

Yamaguchi: How long has he been pining for her? I lost count

Hinata: He first started talking about (Nickname)-san 2 years ago

Kiyoko: And Y/n first mentioned him after that training camp in her first year of high school.

Hinata: WHAT???

Iwaizumi: Wtf that was 4 years ago

Atsumu: How did she hide it for that long?

Oikawa: YEAH we only figured it out during her last year of high school

Yamaguchi: I didn’t know she was so good at hiding her feelings

Akaashi: I don’t think that’s a good thing

Kiyoko: The only reason Yachi and I knew was because we spent so much time with her

Yachi: Even then she didn’t tell us until she was a second year

Hinata: Do you think Bo-san has told her yet?

Kenma: All we can do is wait

~Meanwhile~

Bokuto paced around his room, phone clenched tightly in his hand. Your contact was open on the screen, but every time he went to hit ‘Call’, he chickened out.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” He mumbled. “Oh god, what if I ruin everything? What if she starts to hate me?!”

Bokuto groaned in frustration, dropping his phone on his nightstand, completely unaware that he had accidentally hit the ‘Call’ button when he did.

You groaned softly at the sound of your phone ringing. You rolled over in bed, nearly knocking it off the nightstand as you tried to pick it up. You blinked blurrily at the screen.

Bokuto is calling…

“Huh?”

You sat up and swiped your finger across the screen to answer the call. You raised it to your ear, reaching for the lamp as you did. After some fumbling, light flooded the room.

“Bo? Why are you-”

You paused at what you heard next.

“How the hell am I supposed to tell her?”

Bokuto’s voice sounded distant. He must not be near the phone. Did he call you by accident?

You were about to call his name again when he continued.

“It would be different if it was just a random girl, but it’s not.”

You pushed the covers back and stood up, searching for something to wear. You put your side of the phone on mute, set the phone on speaker, and started getting dressed.

“This is someone important to me. If I lose her, I-” Bokuto’s voice cracked harshly, and you felt your heart clench.

He must really love her.

You slid your shoes on and grabbed your house keys. You connected your phone to your headphones and continued to listen. Bokuto only lived twenty minutes away by foot, but you had a car, so it would only take about five to ten minutes to get there, depending on how fast you drove.

You got into the car and reached for the seatbelt, freezing when you heard sniffles on the other side of the phone. You quickly clicked the seatbelt into place, turned on the ignition, and pulled out of your driveway.

It was dark, and the streets were empty. You were incredibly thankful for it because you reached the apartment building easily. You parked in the parking lot of the park down the street and ran the rest of the way there. Once you were inside, you headed straight for the elevator. Once you were inside, you jabbed the button for the 3rd floor, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited.

“How do you tell your best friend that you’re in love with them?” Bokuto mumbled.

The elevator doors finally opened, and you ran down the hallway. You reached Bokuto’s apartment and raised your hand to knock, only to freeze at the words that left his mouth next. It was almost inaudible, but you heard it as if it was spoken right next to you.

“I can’t lose, Y/n.”

Your heart was beating too loud to hear anything else. You ripped the headphones out of your ears and ended the call.

Bokuto was talking about you.

He’s in love with you.

Oh my god, he’s in love with YOU.

You knocked (probably a bit louder than you should’ve, but you were too shocked to care). After a minute, you heard shuffling, the sound of a lock clicking, and the door opened.

Bokuto’s eyes were puffy and red from crying. You could see the remnants of tears on his shirt. His eyes widened when he saw you standing there.

“Y/n?” You almost winced at how hoarse his voice was.

Nervousness swelled like a tidal wave in your chest.

“Can I come in?”

Bokuto didn’t respond. He just stepped back and opened the door wider. You slipped past him, watching silently as he locked the door back. He turned around, jumping when he found you standing right behind him. He started to make a joke, but he saw how serious you looked.

“What’s wrong?

Your gaze darted away before returning to him. “Can I ask you a question, and have you promise to answer me honestly?”

That made him nervous. “You’re really worrying me, Y/n.”

“Promise me.” There was something almost desperate in your eyes, so Bokuto nodded quickly.

“I promise.”

You nodded slowly. “Do you..Do you love me?”

Bokuto’s eyes widened to the point that he really matched an owl. You probably would’ve laughed if you weren’t on the verge of panicking.

“I..” Bokuto swallowed thickly, his voice almost inaudible. “...Yes. I do.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for you to scream at him, to tell him you never wanted to see him again, but…

It never happened.

Instead, he felt your fingertips brush his cheek before you pressed your lips to his. It was just a soft press of lips, but it still took his breath away.

When he opened his eyes, you were smiling softly at him. “I love you too, Kotarou.”

It took a minute for him to process your words, and you waited patiently while it sank in. You knew when it did because a grin split across his face, and he wrapped you up in his arms.

“Hey hey hey, that’s awesome!”

You giggled at his excitement, squeezing him back just as tight.

Nothing had ever felt this right.

~~~

2:43am

In the ‘HELP ME’ group chat

Bokuto is online

Bokuto: (Bokuto has sent an attachment)

*In the photo, you and Bokuto are laying on his bed. He has one arm wrapped around you while the other is raised to take the photo. One of your arms is under his head while the other is slung over his stomach. Your head is resting on his chest. Bokuto has a huge smile on his face, and you’re grinning, seemingly caught while you were laughing.*

Bokuto: GUESS WHO HAS A GIRLFRIEND

Oikawa: OH MY GOD

Atsumu: HDJKHSAIO YES

Yachi: FINALLY

Kiyoko: YAYYYYY IM SO HAPPY

Hinata: GOOD JOB BO-SAN

Akaashi: I wish you two all the happiness in the world

Kuroo: YOU DID IT BRO

Kenma: I’m glad you two are happy

Iwaizumi: I think you two will be really good together

Yamaguchi: I hate to sound like a broken record but

Yamaguchi: BOKUY/N >>

Bokuto: THANKS GUYS

Bokuto: Y/N SAYS THANK YOU TOO

Hinata: No problem!

Iwaizumi: Glad we could help

~~~

Bokuto sat his phone down and grinned at you. “Can I take you on a date tomorrow?”

You smiled, eyes glowing with amusement. “You have practice tomorrow, and I have a bakery to run.”

Bokuto pouted when he remembered everything the two of you had to do. You giggled and kissed his cheek, tangling your hands together. “How about we have a movie marathon this weekend?”

Bokuto’s expression brightened immediately. “Deal!”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagine #haikyuu #oneshot #bokuto x you #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto imagines #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto x reader #haikyuu oneshot #fluff #texting #accidental phone call #humor #aka i try to be funny

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