#haikyu drabble

[hyeque]

warnings: voyeurism, minor slapping, dirty talk, female!reader, noncon (reader is viewed without their consent), a special guest joins at the end…

note: repost because it would not show up in tags

thigh riding with kuroo. he doesn’t let you ride his dick, first you have to prove yourself to him! he’s not completely mean though, so he lets you get off on his thigh. the friction of his thick, muscular legs is so good against your cunt and even better when he lets you get off on the pants of his suit.

“making such a mess right now, pretty girl. got my pants soaked with your cunt. i haven’t even touched you yet.” kuroo coos, watching you grind yourself helplessly on his leg. the man had been busy working all day, barely sparing you any attention. he told you that he’d be done soon, but that was two hours ago.

you face resides in the crook on his neck, hands gripping tightly on the lapel of his suit jacket as you whine pleas into his skin. the smell of his expensive cologne only turns you on more.

he slaps your thigh with disapproval. “you know better than that baby, use your words.” he scolds, “tell me how good my thigh is making you feel.”

you huff, hands moving up to grip on his hair. he hisses, kissing his teeth at the sensitive tension.

the euphoria of his touch doesn’t stop your confession from coming out. “feel so good, tetsu. always makes me feel good. any part of you.”

“yeah?” he breathes, feeling his cock throb hard in his slacks. he tilts your head to the side before his teeth gently nip at your skin. “you’re gonna cum on my thigh? you want my cock that badly?”

you nod furiously, tears stinging your eyes and you sniffle as you feel your high approaching. everything about kuroo is driving you crazy right now. the timber of his deep voice, the sight of his wedding band, letting everyone know he’s married to you. that he is yours. even just the mere presence of the handsome man is enough to set you off.

“then cum.” he says pointedly. he watches with awe as you do so on command. pussy throbbing so hard he feels it pulsing on his thigh.

“shit…” he swears, watching your eyes roll back as you moan his name. if he isn’t so determined to get inside you, he might just cum at the sight.

when kuroo finally rewards you with his dick he hisses when he feels you sink down on him. always a tight fit each time no matter how much he fucks your.

he grins as you bounce on him, knowing full well that anyone could see the show you were putting on for him since his blinds aren’t closed. your legs are shaky after coming down from your first high and you try to continue riding him but start losing your pace and stamina from exhaustion and after shock.

“thought you deserved it but now you’re just disappointing me.” kuroo sighs, feigning disappointment. like he isn’t trying to fuck you dumb.

“n-not true! i—ahh!” the words are lost on your tongue as kuroo grabs your hips, grip tightened on them as he begins to fuck up into your cunt.

“why don’t you just sit pretty and take it baby,” he grunts, “want to hear those gorgeous noises from your mouth when you’re stuffed full of me.”

you comply easily, crying and sobbing ‘tetsu’ repeatedly. sloppy, wet noises fill the room as his fat balls meet the curvature of your ass.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum. where do you want it? inside?” he groans, feeling you practically suck him inside more with each thrust.

you nod furiously, legs tightening around him. kuroo ever the gentleman he is plays with your clit and brings you to another orgasm first. the vice like grip of you milking him triggers his own orgasm, and he’s quickly filling you up to the brim.

the two of you stay holding each other for a moment and kuroo plants kisses down the side of your neck.

“hope he enjoyed the show.” he sighs, pushing back his sweaty fringe.

curious, you turn around and your eyes widen when they meet the cat like eyes of your boyfriends best friend.

tent shamelessly displayed in his pants.

“don’t think i saw it quite well enough.” the blonde answers, his predatory eyes glancing at you. you suddenly feel small under his gaze.

“oya?” kuroo only turns to face his best friend, your cunt spread open. you feel his cock twitch back to life inside of you.

“come on baby, show him how good you look taking my cock. you can do that for me, yeah? always take it so well and look so pretty. you can take more, can’t you? that’s why you’re my good girl.”

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[mchlgayser]

✮ us against the problem ft akaashi keiji

synopsis: Being in a three-year-old relationship with your boyfriend is never a hard task considering how collected, composed, and matured he can be.

─── ୨୧ warning: slight angst, and miscommunication

─── ୨୧ notes: I got my heart broken once again, by a different guy 💔 this pain is unbearable and to stabilize my mental, I'm doing a drabble of the loml akaashi. Question: where to find an Akaashi Keiji? Comment your ideas! ... And feedback, thank you, and happy reading xoxo.

It was supposed to be a date, a date both you and Akaashi planned. A date to reconnect you both after weeks away from each other. It wasn't a problem for Akaashi since he's rarely going out for work but works at home instead but it was the otherwise for you, you are a flight attendant, always traveling and not home but today you supposed to be back after almost two weeks staying in London, England but a scene broke off that you had delayed your way home two days after. To make matter worse, you accidentally lost your phone at the airport during your work hours.

You've had to try calling him a few times but he wasn't picking up. After the problem was solved you didn't waste a single minute but to get home fast. You need to see your boyfriend. He might be getting worried about your whereabouts and well-being. The next wink, you entered the apartment, you could almost sense the clouded-over surroundings, the curtains is not pushed or tucked away like usual. It was dimmed. You put aside the luggage and stroll to your bedroom. The bathroom is running, so you assumed that he was bathing. You sit on the bed hitting yourself with a strong minty cologne of his. That sweet, peppermint smell hints at a tinge of his lavender-flavored shampoo.

As soon as the faucet closed, you stood up straight like you are in the military. The bathroom door slid open and his sight came into view. His half-bare and damp sight with a clean towel top his disheveled hair. He stops on his tracks, eyes moving from your feet to your face. You croak a nervous smile his way but he stood there, not saying anything.

You try to put on your acts, trying not to be so obvious by the fact that you are overwhelmed by his presence after nearly a month of not seeing each other.

'I missed you.' You said, eyes moving around the room watching him rummage through the closet to put on his shirt and short pant 'Yeah, me too.' He throws aside the towel on the bed and moves outside leaving you in utter disbelief. You try to maintain your cool despite the anger and heat building up in you. You stare at the spot he was at earlier, and pick up the towel he tossed away to go and shower, yourself.

You've had to compose your emotion, after bathing you strut your way to his on the couch 'Why are you like this? Are you fine?' You put the back of your palm to his forehead and he lets you be before he momentarily yanks his face 'I was worried, sick. I wonder where could've you been? Why haven't you answered my calls, and why you ditched me on that date? I was... Worried.' You try to reason with yourself but he cuts you off 'Do you know I was worried! And...! That date, was supposed to be our date, the one you promise to be at to spend our time together. You know, these days, it's fewer attempts from you to reconnect us again...' A hitch breath stuck on your throat, it's tight and suffocating. One more word coming from him, you are sure you'll break down in guilt.

Tears began to form in your eyes, you tilt your head back to dry the tear off and wipe the access 'I... I'm sorry... Something happened that day, when I was supposed to get back and my phone... I lost it, I try calling you a few times using co-worker's phone but you didn't pick up... I'm sorry... I'm sorry Keiji, I'm sorry that it seems like I haven't done enough these past weeks, I'm so, so sorry... I will do better-' He immediately brings an arm around you, his palm on your torso to pull you closer. The tears you fight back so greatly earlier fell like endless rain. You clutch on his shirt as you sobs from guilt and fatigue.

Once you calmed down, Akaashi push you away just a few inches to get a closer look at your face, your eyes swollen and tear-stained, your nose red and almost runny. You sniffle and groan at the same time, your nose clogged from crying and you try to unblock it with a harsh stroke of your nose. He took your balling fists, gripping them and bringing them closer to his cheek, his thumbs caressing the back of your palms and occasionally left kisses on your hand.

'My fault. I didn't hear your side of the story at first but can't help by feeling upset. That was so unlike me. I guarantee you, it'll never happen again. Sorry, Y/n.' You jump on him, hands on his neck burying your face in between his shoulder and collarbone.

'We are both at fault but partially mine if you think about it, and it's okay to show your unusual self to me. I fell in love with you who are you, not only the perfect, mature, and composed Keiji.' He fondled your back leaving featherlight kisses on your neck and down your shoulder.

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[lovely-renard]

He likes to flaunt you.

It doesn't matter who or where he's showing that he isn't single. You best believe he will find ways to show you off. Someone's trying to get touchy with him and flirt? All of the sudden, a hand is nestling on your waist and he introduces you casually with a smirk "Yeah, this is my partner. Have you met them before? I'm sure you saw their gorgeous figure when they came in." The conversion is boring him? He has no shame in changing the subject towards you. "Did i already tell you that my partner work in this company? Pretty cool huh?" It's a party full of people you don't know? Well don't worry! He won't leave your side and will make sure everyone around the room know your name and one of your many successes. and that you're his

But can you really blame him to flaunt you and brag about being your partner when you're the apple of his eyes? He just wants to show people he's the one lucky enough to share your life and no one can stop him from being proud of you.

-> Suna, Matsukawa, Kuroo, Atsumu, Nishinoya, Bokuto

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[awearywritersworld]

He gets jealous

Drabble: Bokuto x Reader w/c: 608 warnings: sad lil jealous bokuto :( (before you reassure him<3) a/n: post!timeskip, gender neutral reader

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"Does this make it feel worse?" you question.

You're kneeling in front of Atsumu as he sits on the bench, having been pulled from the match. He landed awkwardly after trying to perform a jump set from a difficult angle. One of your hands rests just above his knee to keep his thigh from moving, while the other pulls his calf toward you.

He hisses in pain but tries to hide it. "Uh, maybe just a little."

"Nice try. Let's go do a few stretches and see if it helps."

You'd been an athletic trainer for MSBY long enough to know that most of the team would lie to your face if it meant getting back on the court. Your boyfriend, Bokuto, included.

In this particular instance, however, he'd have been willing to lose a bit of playing time if it meant he could take Atsumu's place. Bokuto can't possibly stay focused, not when his eyes keep trailing over to your figure. He's not really one to be possessive, he knows how much you love him! It's just that you're on your knees, sitting so pretty for Atsumu of all people, and-

His wandering mind makes him late in his approach to the next toss and it results in one of those blocks that can really crush a hitter's spirit. His despair is made worse when he notices you leading Atsumu to the open area behind the bench.

He soon learns that he hadn't known true agony, not until Atsumu is sprawled out on the floor, your body leaning over his, your hand on the back of his thigh pushing his knee to his chest.

Following the stretches, you reevaluate and decide that Atsumu can safely return to the game. It's too late though. Distressed whispers from the sideline catch your attention, something about the 'return of emo Bokuto.'

You look over only to see him moping around the court with sad eyes and sagging shoulders. It's already late in the match and Bokuto never does recover, so you pull him off to the side once it's over.

"Ko, what's the matter?" you ask, concern written all over your face.

"Nothing!" he exclaims. "In fact, I am totally chill. Cool as a cucumber-"

His mouth snaps shut when he sees the way you raise your eyebrows at him, very obviously unconvinced.

"Wanna try that again?"

"So, um, you see," he falters.

What can he even say? You were doing your job and he's not upset with you for it or anything. The rest of his response is mumbled, his eyes looking anywhere but at you. All you can make out is 'Miya' and 'hardly even fell'.

Still, it's enough for you to discern the situation. "You were jealous I was helping Atsumu stretch?"

"Well, it sounds kind of silly when you say it like that," he admits sheepishly.

The pout on his face tugs at your heart and your eyes soften.

"My sweet boy," you coo at him and reach out, letting your fingertips brush against his own. A tinge of pink appears across his features. "I might get paid to help your teammates stretch, but you're the only one who gets to return the favor."

You wink at him, standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek before returning to the rest of the group. He stands there for a moment with wide eyes, his face turning an even darker shade than before.

Nevertheless, it's not long until he's running to catch up, the goofy grin on his face and energetic bounce in his step reassuring you that he's back to his usual self.

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[his-saiko]

Sleep - 3:23

Tsukishima was lying next to you fast asleep while you’re watching videos on your phone. You happen to come across a very sad one and couldn’t stop your tears from falling. You only sniffed once.

You felt the bed shift and you see his large frame rise. He looked down at you with furrowed brows since he’s in the middle of waking himself up. “What’s wrong?” He asked with a groggy voice.

“I was watching someone say goodbye to their pet.” You muttered with a pout.

He clicked his tongue and flopped back down beside you. He sighed as he relaxed. He pulled you to him and pet your head. “Can’t you just sleep as well?”

You giggled as you nuzzle his chest. “I didn’t mean to worry you like that.”

He hummed. “Sleep.”

© 2022 Alfi. Do not repost any of my work

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[ineedhaikyu]

Precious Memories- Bokuto x fem! Reader

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Summary: As another school year came to an end, (Y/N) reminisces the moment where she became best friends with Bokuto and how he opened her eyes to the world of volleyball.

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF!! I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF LOL

A/N: My first Haikyu x reader fic. I’m an Asahi girl but my sister practically begged for this. She loves Bokuto so much so I decided why not. Hope you enjoy reading! Gif belongs to @reallysaltykou​ 

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“(Y/N)-CHAN!” Bokuto’s happy-go-lucky voice echoed in the gym as he ran up to her. The volleyball-loving boy wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. “We finished our second year! Isn’t that great?”

Leave it to her best friend Bokuto to put a smile on her face. He was always a beam of positivity ever since they were first years. She couldn’t believe that two years had passed by already.

(Y/N) hugged Bokuto back and laughed when he twirled her around in his arms. “It is. I can’t believe we’re going to be in our third year! Oh, by the way, did you get your yearbook?”

“Yep! A lot of people signed it but I made sure to save a spot for my best friend. You guys did a great job! This yearbook is so awesome!”

The girl smiled. “Glad you liked it, Kotaro, but you and the volleyball team made it awesome. You guys made it to Nationals after all. It’s why I was able to convince the yearbook editor to let me add a couple of extra pages to show the team’s success in making it to Nationals.”

“Really?! No wonder! You’re so awesome!” Bokuto looked over his shoulder. “Hey, Akaashi! Look! (Y/N) is here!”

Akaashi Keiji. A first-year (now going into his second year) that made up their little trio. Though he was a year younger than her and Bokuto, the calm and composed setter easily found his rhythm in the group.

Because before he came, no one on the volleyball team was able to keep up with Bokuto’s energy and as a result the silver-haired male would often beg her to make sets. At first, (Y/N) refused but when she saw his ‘emo mode’ coming she crumbled at the sight.

So she was forever grateful that someone like Akaashi came into her and Bokuto’s lives. At the very least she can count on Akaashi to be there for Bokuto. He already has the hang of dealing with Bokuto’s mood swings and mentally compiling a list of the ace’s weaknesses.

“Hello (Y/N)-senpai.” The setter greeted her.

“Akaashi, how are you? Bokuto isn’t pushing you too hard, is he?”

“(Y/N)!” Bokuto squawked. “I would never!”

Akaashi couldn’t help but smirk a little. “I’m doing well, thank you. Also congratulations on finishing your second year.”

“Ah, thanks and congrats on being a first-year in Nationals. I made sure to mention that fact in the yearbook.”

“Really?” The setter didn’t have the time to review the yearbook so this took him by surprise. “You didn’t have to.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Of course I do. Your skills were amazing. Aren’t they, Bokuto?”

Bokuto nodded. “Your sets are the best, Akaashi. My spikes were so easy to make! The other team didn’t have a chance!”

“See?” She brought her yearbook out and showed him the page dedicated to the boys volleyball team. “I made sure to get good shots of you and Bokuto together.”

After signing each other’s yearbook, the boys continued to look at the yearbook and offered their praises. While she accepted their compliments with a smile, (Y/N) couldn’t help but recall the time she first met the ace for the first time.

Flashback

Freshly enrolled at Fukurodani Academy, a first-year (Y/N) immediately applied to become a member of the photography club from which she learned that members of the photography club are also in charge of the yearbook. It wasn’t long when the yearbook editor gave her first assignment:

Shadowing the Fukurodani’s Boys Volleyball Team.

At the time, (Y/N) didn’t realize how desirable her spot was until many of her senpais offered their congratulations and her fellow classmates expressed how ‘lucky’ she was to get this assignment. Why was she ‘lucky’? Obviously, she played the sport back in middle school as part of PE class. She knew the basics. So why? What was so special about volleyball? It was just a game.

That all changed when (Y/N) went to her first official game. Never had she clicked the shutter button so many times before. She lost count on the amount of times she went from anxious to excited throughout the three sets against another Tokyo powerhouse school. Of course, she wanted her school to win. She had pride after all.

It wasn’t until her hopes of winning were dashed when a third-year regular injured himself at the final set. Oh well… Better luck next time. She focused her camera lens on the person who was subbing in. She didn’t have to look at the roster to recognize him.

Bokuto Kotaro

He was a first-year just like her, not in the same class as her but she had to be completely oblivious to the loud, overly friendly, and playful guy who can go from happy one minute to a sad boy in the next.

(Y/N) zoomed her camera to focus on him and she was taken aback by the lack of nervousness on his face. Instead, his golden eyes shined with excitement with a wide smile to match.

For some reason she couldn’t explain, (Y/N) decided this next shot was the one. No, that’s not right. She knew why. The momentum, the atmosphere, the tension, the hunger for victory… Everything was riding on Bokuto to make the point to secure their win.

She had to capture this moment!

At the sound of the whistle, (Y/N) wasted no time in pressing the shutter button repeatedly, hoping that one of these photos could work. With one last click from her camera, she watched the course of the volleyball with new found anticipation.

She squeezed her camera as the opponent pulled off a shaky receive. She bit her lip as the other team’s setter set the ball for their team’s ace. She refrained herself from letting out an excited squeal when Fukurodani was able to soft block it.

From the middle blocker’s block, the libero pulled off a receive. From the libero’s receive, the setter was able to set.

“LEFT! LEFT!”

By muscle memory, (Y/N) brought her camera into the perfect position just in time to capture this moment. Her finger pressed the shutter button at the same time Bokuto’s hand slammed the ball with brute force. The volleyball bounced off the hardwood floor of the gym before soaring into the audience. For about five seconds, the gym was void of any sound until-

“ALRIGHT!” Bokuto raised both of his fists into the air. His smile was even wider than before. “HEY! HEY! HEY!”

The audience cheered with him. The sounds of applause and whistles filled the air along with the praises from the Fukurodani players directed to the person who secured victory.

With one last click of her camera, (Y/N) smiled at the scene before her. Bokuto looked so happy amongst his teammates. It wasn’t until a gentle nudge on her arm brought her out of her trance. (Y/N) looked up to see her senpai that accompanied her to the match.

The older girl held out a tissue. “You're crying, (Y/N)-san.”

“I am?” True enough, there were tears slowly escaping from the corner of her eyes. How long were those tears there? How did she not notice? A bit embarrassed, (Y/N) accepted the tissue. “Thank you senpai.”

“How do you like volleyball now?” The third-year asked her underclassman, knowing she wasn’t a huge fan of the sport. “Any change of opinion?”

(Y/N) fiddled with her camera’s neck strap. She took a quick peek at Fukurodani’s players, specifically Bokuto, before answering, “I think…”

The upperclassman strained her ears to hear the shy girl’s answer.

(Y/N) smiled genuinely. “I think I can get into it.”

The glint in her (E/C) showed determination only strengthened her answer and honestly it was a relief for the older girl. She can pass on the torch into (Y/N)’s hands knowing the girl will do her best to capture these moments. The senpai smiled down at her kohai. She remembered the first time going to a volleyball match. She’ll never forget this feeling and she hoped that (Y/N) wouldn’t either. This was her last year documenting the volleyball team, but it was only the beginning for (Y/N).

“Remember this, (Y/N)-san.”

“Yes, senpai?”

“Never let these moments be forgotten because one day these photographs may become something precious to someone.”

“Hai.”

“Alright. Let’s go. I’ll treat you to some ramen!”

As they were leaving the gym, (Y/N) inspected all of her pictures and stopped at a particular one. It was of Bokuto during his jump serve. She smiled once more as she replayed the memory.

Maybe volleyball wasn’t just a game. Maybe she was lucky after all.

~

The next day was a normal school day at Fukurodani Academy. It was lunch time and (Y/N) was waiting for a certain silver-haired individual to be left alone. However, that wasn’t going to be the case. Ever since he scored the winning point, his popularity soared to greater heights and as a result he was surrounded by his friends and new admirers.

(Y/N) held her portfolio folder tighter. She printed the pictures from yesterday’s game and she thought it was only right for Bokuto to see them before anyone else. Obviously, in private. She would be so embarrassed if everyone saw her photos at once… Which, of course, didn’t make sense. Photos are meant to be looked at. She was just not confident enough. What if he didn’t like them? What if he calls her photos trash? Oh, god. What if he doesn’t like having his picture take-

“Hey, hey, hey! You’re the camera girl, right?”

The girl jumped when she saw the Kotaro Bokuto right next to her. His gray blazer was unbuttoned, his white collared shirt was completely untucked, and his blue/white striped tie was loosely tied. (Y/N) wondered if this was intentional or if he just didn’t care about the school’s dress code. She could only imagine the former.

“Oh, um, yeah. I'm camera girl?” She bowed and introduced herself. “My name is (L/N) (Y/N). I’m in Class 1-5. It’s nice to meet you.”

Bokuto could mentally hear his mother and older sisters telling him that he has to act properly with a girl. “Bokuto Kotaro. Nice to meet you too, (L/N)-chan. So did you get some great shots yesterday?”

“I did,” (Y/N) caressed her folder with her thumb and softly smiled as she felt excitement course through her veins. “I never thought volleyball could get so exciting.”

This of course brought the boy’s attention. “Are you serious?!”

(Y/N) faltered a bit at his sudden loudness. She wasn’t used to his extrovert personality and the proof was evident when everyone in the hallway carried on as normal, ignoring the two first-years.

“Please tell me that it was your first time watching a volleyball match!”

“Uh… No?” (Y/N) averted her gaze to the ground. “I’ve seen volleyball on TV but it never really caught my interest. I usually change the channel when it’s on. Never really liked it during middle school either…”

It was as if each word that came out of her mouth was a dagger and each dagger was perfectly aimed at his heart. He could feel his hair deflate as he pouted deeper and deeper. He wanted to cry. Hide in a small, dark area where no one would find him and cry.

(Y/N) looked back at the boy in front of her and she could feel her heart fall from her chest to her stomach. This must be Bokuto’s ‘emo mode’ she heard so much about.

“B-Bokuto-san? Please don’t be sad.”

“I can’t,” His voice sounded so hollow and his eyes lost their shine. “What you just said was the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Not wanting to create a scene, (Y/N)’s mind raced to find a solution. “I have some grilled meat left from my bento, you can have it if you want-”

Bokuto visibly perked up at the girl’s offer. “Grilled meat? My favorite!”

~

“So,” Bokuto finished eating the last piece of delicious grilled meat and stared at the girl in front of him. They opted to sit in her classroom where it was less occupied. “Why do you hate volleyball?”

“Huh?” (Y/N) furrowed her brows at his question. “I never said I hated it.”

“But you did!”

She was sure -100% positive- that she never used the word hate and she was just about to point it out when a thought popped into her mind. What if -for Bokuto- the words ‘hate’ and ‘never liked’ meant the same thing to him? So does that mean her ‘normal’ and his ‘normal’ were completely different? Most likely.

“You know maybe that’s for the best.”

“Huh?” Bokuto tilted his head in confusion.

(Y/N) swallowed nervously before placing her portfolio folder on the desk in front of Bokuto. This was it. He’s going to see her work for the first time. With a bit of courage, (Y/N) opened up both literally (as she opened her folder) and figuratively (as this was the start of her friendship with the extrovert).

“I didn’t understand what the hype over volleyball was all about.” Bokuto opened his mouth, ready to defend his beloved sport so (Y/N) quickly continued, “But you changed that.”

“I have?”

(Y/N) nodded excitedly and flipped the pages of her portfolio before stopping at the one picture of the boy himself successfully completing a jump serve.

“Is that…” Bokuto couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was rendered speechless by the image.

“That was the moment,” (Y/N) gazed at the image with such admiration that she no longer felt nervous about sharing her work. “You helped me realize that volleyball isn’t just a game but a battle on the court. The momentum was crazy!”

Bokuto grinned at her words. “I know, right?! What did you think about my serve?”

No longer feeling shy, (Y/N) scooted to the edge of her seat. The smile on her face could match Bokuto’s. “That was amazing! I thought it was game over when your teammate injured himself but you came in and…and… I don’t know. Breathed new life into the game, I guess. It’s hard to explain-”

“No, no, no. I know exactly what you're talking about. It’s the best thing about volleyball. Anything can happen in a split second. When I was subbed in, I felt all eyes on me.”

“Weren’t you nervous?”

“Of course not! It was my chance to prove to everyone I’m here. That’s what Coach Yamiji told me. He told me I was the team’s secret weapon and the other team never expected me to be so awesome. Now, I have a chance to be in the starting line-up in the next match!” Bokuto looked back at the picture of himself, his heart beating rapidly with happiness. “I want to become the best ace this school has ever had!”

(Y/N) felt goosebumps on her skin at Bokuto’s declaration. Was this what confidence does to a person? Could she ever gain such confidence in her skills like Bokuto is with volleyball?

“This is an awesome picture! And this one! That one, too!” Bokuto’s grin never faltered as he flipped through her portfolio. “Wow, you even got me spiking the winning point! You’re amazing!”

Her (E/C) eyes filled with hope. “Y-You like them?”

“Like them? I LOVE THEM!” Bokuto’s confession could be heard from the hallway, causing some students to peer into the classroom. “I’ve never had my picture professionally taken before.”

“P-Professional?” (Y/N) could feel the heat rise from her neck to her face. “Th-They’re not that good, Bokuto-san. I still have a lot to learn.”

Bokuto wasn’t having it. “What are you talking about? These are great! Be more confident in yourself, (L/N)-chan.”

(Y/N) watched as he continued to marvel at her work and she couldn’t help the warm feeling of pride blossom within her. While Bokuto insisted her pictures were top-tier, (Y/N) knew that there was more she had to learn, but for now, she’ll take Bokuto’s words to heart.

“Alright. Then please call me by my first name.” She extended her hand towards him. “I look forward to working with you, future ace. I can’t wait for what you do next.”

Bokuto grinned at her confidence. With both hands, the male shook the girl’s entire arm. “I’ll do my best, (Y/N)-chan. Just you watch. When I become the ace, you're going to be in love with volleyball and it will be thanks to me! Bokuto Kotaro! Hey! Hey! Hey!”

The girl laughed. “When you become the ace, my camera and I will be there.”

Bokuto beamed once more. “Call me Kotaro. I have a feeling we’re going to be best friends.”

“I think so too!”

End of Flashback

(Y/N) chuckled softly at her core memory. Bokuto has kept his word ever since then and in return she has as well. Countless memories were shared between them and even more when Akaashi joined the group.

She was there to celebrate every win. She was there to mourn every loss but during those rare moments (Y/N) has watched Bokuto pick himself up and continue to play his heart out in the next match.

Of course, along the way, (Y/N) has met with other great people from other schools. She never thought she would get the chance to meet the people that make up a powerhouse team. There was Kuroo from Nekoma, Ushijima and Tendo from Shiratorizawa, and even Sakusa from Itachiyama. Along with the rest of their respective teams, it was no wonder they were contenders in the Spring Tournament.

But for some reason, the silver-haired boy was just an inch above the rest. Biased or not, it was Bokuto that introduced her to volleyball and (Y/N) would always be grateful for that.

“I can’t wait for next year!” Bokuto’s loud voice brought her back to reality. “It’s going to be so awesome!” With one hand over her shoulder and the other over Akaashi’s, “Let’s practice my cross shots!”

Both her and Akaashi looked at each other and laughed. Bokuto tilted his head to one side, confused as to why his best friends were laughing. Nonetheless, he laughed with them too.

“Alright,” (Y/N) smiled at her friends. “But first let’s take a picture.”

As (Y/N) took out her phone and Bokuto marveled at the various filters and stickers, Akaashi took a moment to analyze. He knew his seniors were close but he always wondered if there was a possibility that the two could be something more than just friends. And he wasn’t the only one who thought that either -the volleyball team, the managers, even the coaches- all watched from the sidelines whenever Bokuto and (Y/N) interacted with one another, hoping to see a confession.

It was the classic best friends-falling-for-another-but-they’re-both-oblivious scenario and everyone wants to know the ending. They’ve seen how the two of you are to each other. There were so many example to choose from, such as:

If there was an upcoming math test, (Y/N) would give out her notes to help Bokuto out. She would even spend the night at his place to make sure the lessons stuck, making a great impression on his family at the same time.

Bokuto would gladly volunteer to be (Y/N)’s muse in any of her projects, no matter the project’s purpose. As mentioned before, (Y/N) would help set the ball for the ace but she would put her foot down if HOURS have gone by, stating that resting is just as important. She would later treat Bokuto to his favorite meal afterwards.

Before Akaashi, (Y/N) was the only person to bring Bokuto out of his ‘emo mode’. The team knew this early on.

Washio, Sarukai, Konoha, Komi, etc.: Come on Bokuto. It was just a practice match. Don’t beat yourself up.

Bokuto: *pouts and hugs his knees tighter as he hides between the gym mats* I can’t. I was terrible.

Managers: We need (Y/N).

Coach: Someone go get (Y/N)!

Ten minutes later, ✨(Y/N) the savior✨ arrived.

(Y/N): Kotaro, please don’t be sad. It’s called a practice match for a reason. Please don’t beat yourself up. I know you. This isn’t going to stop you from becoming a great ace. We all believe in you.

Bokuto: *visibly perks up, eyes bright, and smiling brightly* You’re right! I will be a great ace. Hey, hey, hey!

And just like that, Bokuto was back to normal.

Washio, Sarukai, Konoha, Komi, etc.: We said the same thing and now he gets hyped up. What’s up with that?

Managers: Don’t question it. It’s different when he hears it from (Y/N).

After that, it was declared that (Y/N) was a member of the volleyball team. Position: Hype-woman.

Bokuto met her parents on an unplanned visit. Her parents were wary of him at first but that soon changed when they noticed how their usual reserved daughter grew more confident. From then on, they welcomed Bokuto.

Every away game the team has to take a bus and surprise surprise Bokuto claimed the seat next to (Y/N). The two of them would play games, tell childhood stories, take silly pictures or just share funny memes on social media. It’s late on the way back home. No one had any trouble sleeping. Akaashi was the first to wake up when the bus finally arrived at its destination. He was just about to wake everyone when he saw a rare sight: a sleeping Bokuto and (Y/N). Her head on his shoulder with his jacket covering her body while Bokuto’s head rested on her own. Akaashi quietly took out his phone and took a picture. And while the jacket covered (Y/N) like a blanket, Akaashi had a sneaking suspicion that the two were holding hands as they slept.

Akaashi would save the picture until he finds the right moment to share it -either graduation or whenever the two finally become a couple. He hoped for the latter.

When the team made it to Nationals, after hugging his team with pride, Bokuto immediately looked for (Y/N) amongst the various photographers in the gym. He easily found her and ran up to her with great speed before hugging her tightly. Neither one of them noticed how the cheers from the Fukurodani audience section grew louder.

“Akaashi!” (Y/N) waved him over, her phone in her hand. “Come on, we’re waiting for you!”

“Ah, sorry.”

“What were you thinking about Akaashi?” Bokuto asked.

“Oh, just some memories.”

(Y/N) gave him an understanding smile. At the same time, the words of her senpai from two years ago ran once more in her mind. “Never let these moments be forgotten because one day these photographs may become something precious to someone.”

“Well, let’s capture this memory while we can.”

“Oh! Let me take the picture. Please, (Y/N)? I won’t disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, Bokuto.”

Bokuto felt his heart skip a beat at her words. Was he getting warm? He felt warm. Oh, he was in the gym. That’s the only reason, right?

With (Y/N) in between the volleyball players, she brought her arms over each of their shoulders. “Ok, smile everybody! Nationals on three! One…”

Akaashi made a peace sign with his hand. Mentally, he prayed to any god up there. That next year was the year a confession will happen. “Two…”

“Three!”

“NATIONALS!”

~

And that’s a wrap! Let me know what you think! Next fic will definitely be about the ace-with-the-glass-heart Asahi!!!!

#bokuto kōtarō #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto fluff #haikyu x reader #bokuto x you #haikyu fluff #haikyu!! #haikyuu #haikyu imagines #haikyu drabble #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #best friend akaashi #best friend to lovers #bokuto imagines #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x fem!reader #bokuto koutarou #hq bokuto #bokuto drabble #haikyuu bokuto

[smh-yoon]

Ink ✰ Kuroo Tetsurou

a/n: okay so actually im doing much better than i thought after my breakup which i never told you guys about but yeah :')

genre: romance, soulmate au

pairings: tetsu x reader

warnings: none :) cursing maybe

• • • • • • •

you mumbled under you breath, letting out a sigh as you scrubbed the ink covering your wrists. he always did this. covering your skin with the most crude things in the middle of class, like it was funny.

and it might have been, if you were twelve. but no, you were a university student, and from what you knew, so was your soulmate. so you'd figure he would stop doing such childish things, wouldn't you?

once the ink was light enough to pass as unintelligible, you turned off the faucet of the school sink, wiping your arms dry with the paper towels next to the trash can. as often as you could, you avoided the cold bathrooms of the university, finding them far too unsettling to be in for more than a minute.

but of course as luck would have it, you got stuck after chemistry scrubbing obscenities off your skin.

with another heavy breath, you pushed open the door to the bathroom and hurried down the quiet hallways onto your next destination: calculus. not that calculus was particularly hard, the professor just made the content so.. boring. the old woman who taught the class was sweet, but so quiet and monotonous. you were hanging onto your grade by the edge of your seat.

a quiet whisper to your left barely caught your attention, but you paid no mind. you had no friends in this class, meaning it was probably not your business anyways.

but then there was a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, meeting the eyes of kuroo testuro. he was the biggest hotshot in your year, smart, attractive and quite popular. he was invited to every party, but he never showed up to any of them. most of all though, he was the annoying boy who was unfortunately placed in many of your classes.

he was always making jokes and laughing with his buddies. calculus was supposed to be one of your classes where you didn’t have to deal with him.

“look at that. it’s like we’re meant to be, huh?”

you narrowed your eyes, watching his pretty lips curl into a smirk. leaning back in his seat, his gaze flitted back up to the professor, going back to scribbling in his notes. letting out a breath, you turned back in your seat, trying to make it through the rest of your lecture.

as soon as the professor dismissed class, you hurried out, trying to make your way through the crowd and find the comfort of your dorm. an arm slung itself around your shoulder, drawing you into someone’s side.

you groaned, shoving kuroo away from you. “what, are you stalking me now?” he said nothing, smirking again as he stopped in place.

at this point, the two of you had made it into an isolated hallway near the back entrance of the maths building. it was the exit you took everyday. “y/n.” he called out to you, waiting for you to stop.

you turned slowly, raising a brow. if you ignored him and kept moving, you could make it to your dorm and lock him out. or to the security office where they’d tell him to leave you alone. either way it meant he would have to leave, and you’d make it to your nice bed.

a sly smirk slid onto his face, head tilted back with his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants. his eyes glinted, watching as you tried to avoid checking him out. “how about i ask you for a favor, hm?”

warily meeting his gaze, your eyes narrowed and you straightened your back. “go to hell, im not interested.”

as your back turned and you made your way towards the exit, kuroo’s footsteps echoed slowly behind you, sauntering slowly towards you like a wolf stalked a bunny. he just barely called out to you before you pushed the door open, sending chills up your spine.

“you’ll come back to me. you’ll see.”

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

you’d be damned if you ever admitted to kuroo that you needed his help. he had the highest marks in your year, practically a genius in the form of a cocky, annoying, hot boy.

it had been nearly a week since you began studying for midterms, and dread had begun to seep under your skin. every night was spent in the library, ears plugged with whatever music came on as you scribbled away in your numerous notebooks, running on two energy drinks. being a university student was no joke, you’ve learned.

a sigh left your mouth as you raised your hands above your head, stretching and shaking out your arms to rid yourself of the stiffness that came with sitting in the barely comfortable chair for hours.

“you’re going over this chapter again? i thought you had already.” you jumped, ripping out your earbuds and moving away from kuroo, leaning over the table at your side. he flashed a brief smirk, attention turning back to the mess of studying laid out in front of you. “you’re making this too complicated, try this way.”

he took the pencil from your hands, writing down the equation and solving it in a much simpler way. with furrowed brows you listened as he explained, sitting down in the chair next to you.

once he’d finished, he grabbed the textbook and wrote down a practice equation, placing it in front of you with your pencil. “here, try it. i can help you.”

as much as you hated to admit it, your heart was nearly drowning out your thoughts with how loud it was beating. kuroo was attractive, that much was true. not only was he physically attractive, he had a lot of redeeming qualities as a person. here he was helping you study, even though you’d shut him down before. you’d seen him with his friends, how supportive he was. there were deeper parts of him that you tried to ignore. there was no point in falling for him.

nearly an hour had passed at this point, and the energy drinks had begun to wear off. rubbing your eyes, you sighed, closing your textbook and throwing your pencil into your bag.

“thank you.” kuroo barely caught your mumbling, watching your tired eyes blink slowly, sliding over to meet his own gaze. your lips twisted and you averted your gaze back towards the rest of your supplies strewn across the table. this made kuroo smirk, resting his arm in front of you and leaning over you.

your gaze snapped up to meet his, eyes wide at the new proximity between the two of you. the blood rushing towards your face was making you heat up, your heart beating even louder than before.

kuroo’s dark eyes stared into yours, licking his lips slowly as you swallowed thickly.

“do i make you nervous?”

you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, gaze trailing down kuroo’s face, lingering on his lips, his jaw, his neck. how did you go from being so adamant about avoiding him, to holding your breath just sitting next to him? granted, he was provoking you.

with another sly smirk kuroo leaned back into his seat, fingers reaching out to take a pink pen from your bag with one hand and wrapping around your wrist with another. keeping eye contact with you, he slowly dragged the pen over your skin, creating a thin pink line over your palm.

just as you were about to ask what the hell he thought he was doing, he lifted his hand next to yours, an identical pink mark over his palm. suddenly, there was not enough air for you to breathe.

he quirked a brow seeing your shock, and dragged the pen over your wrist this time, as you watched the mark appear on his skin after yours.

“how did you–”

kuroo placed a kiss to your palm, over the pink line of ink. another quirk of his lips and he stood, gathering his own things and waving to you.

“you’ll always come back to me, doll. you’ll see.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#haikyuu kuroo #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo drabble #kuroo imagine #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyu!! #haikyu! #haikyu kuroo #haikyuu!! kuroo #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #angelwrites #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu Drabble #haikyu drabble

[northofneverland]

Osamu has hated every gift his twin has given him. Osamu has hated almost every gift his twin has given him; except for the housewarming one. As he puts on the tacky apron embroidered with the saying “Kiss the Cook”, he turns to you expectantly, wagging his eyebrows.

“I don’t make the rules babe”, he says pointing to his chest.

Rolling your eyes, you saunter up to your boyfriend, brushing your soft lips against his, as you grin into the chaste kiss. Osamu wraps his arms tightly around your waist before lifting you onto the counter to keep him company. Watching him grab ingredients from the fridge and place them next to you, like clockwork, you ask “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”.

No matter how many times he’s heard you say this, Osamu can’t help but smile to himself. After listing off a few options, he steals another kiss from you before he gets started with dinner and listens to you talk about your day.

Osamu will never tell his brother he likes the tacky apron because it isn’t the apron that he likes. It’s the extra few minutes he gets with you when he wears it.

#osamu hq #hq osamu #osamu miya #miya osamu #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyu fluff #haikyu x y/n #osamu x reader #osamu x y/n #honestly my favourite Miya twin changes on the daily #some days I’m a hoe for Atsumu #other days I’m thirsting for Osamu #I don’t even know where this came from #it was literally a shower thought that turned into a drabble #haikyu drabble #Wendy wrote this

[sweet-citrus-candy]

airport crush ft. lev haiba

summary: at the airport you spot a cute silver haired boy and you absolutely must get his number! but as you walk run away you realize you forgot to ask for it :(

warnings: none! but i do sometimes add little comments in parentheses- i can’t help it lmao (also this is during high school era!)

this is another silly little fic based off a dream i had (in my dream the lady at the gate’s desk had a vision of the plane crashing but it never did thankfully)

———————————————————————

*beep beep*

“eurgh what’s that sound? it’s so loud and annoying,” you think to yourself groggily.

fumbling your hand around with your eyes still closed, you find the source of the irritating noise. instead of opening your eyes to press one of the buttons on the phone screen, you silence the alarm by clicking the power button.

turning onto your side and adjusting the blanket, you sigh and then mutter to no one in particular, “five more minutes.”

you doze off once more until,

*beep beep*

you wake up again, but this time you begrudgingly sit up even though the comfortable bed calls to you and urges you to stay asleep.

“man, how do morning people exist??”

as you sit there wondering why in the world you would choose to get up at 8 in the morning, you realize that you have a flight today. wait a minute… you have a flight to catch?! at 8 am?! no wait- the flight is at 12 pm, so you have plenty of time. your heart calms down; no need to panic (too late for that lmao)! although getting ready 4 hours early seems ridiculous, you want to make sure there’s no chance of you missing the plane (which is some sort of phenomenon that seems to overtake dads- someone should do a study on this behavior…).

opening your phone, you read through your notifications and double check that the person dropping you off at the airport and the other person picking you up are still available. rolling out of bed and putting on cozy slippers, you trudge over to the bathroom to do your morning routine. washing your face helps you wake up, and you feel more ready for the day’s events.

when you walk back into your room, you put on the outfit you decided to wear to the airport. sweatpants and a t-shirt will be comfortable to wear during a long flight, and you make sure to have a sweatshirt as well in case the person next to you decides to blast their ac. perhaps it isn’t the most fashionable, but it doesn’t really matter as many other people also dress for comfort on long trips.

grabbing your phone, you head downstairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast. when you finish, you double check to make sure you have your ticket and passport, and that your suitcase is entirely packed. the few items that aren’t packed yet, like your toothbrush, will go into your carry-on.

your friend drives you to the airport and hugs you goodbye with promises to keep in touch until you see each other again.

inside the airport, you check in with the airline and go through security. now you have a little over two hours to explore before having to board the plane. as you ride the moving walkway, you wonder where you should go to pass the time. in the distance you see an array of stores, ranging from selling souvenirs to books and magazines. you don’t feel the need to buy any souvenirs yet, but you still want to look around. there are a lot of fun trinkets to look at and play with, and it’s always a fun game to see if any of the keychains have your name on them.

as you look at the variety of magnets to consider adding to your collection, you notice something bright red out of the corner of your eye. you turn your head, curious as to what caught your attention. the thing in question turns out to be a jacket. a sports jacket to be more specific. the back reads “nekoma”.

you wonder whether or not you have seen that name before. after pondering for a good minute, you remember seeing a section in the newspaper mentioning the school. something about a “garbage war”. or was it a “trash fight”? “dumpster battle” maybe?

sneaking another glance at the person wearing the red jacket, your jaw drops. he’s so tall! and his legs seem to go on for miles! “he must be an olympian or something” you think, amazed by his height.

you turn to look back at the magnets after admiring his tall figure when you do a double take. how did you not notice his hair the first two times you stared at him? it’s a beautiful silver color, making you wonder how you could have missed a detail like that. not a lot of people have entirely silver hair at a young age.

your staring must have made the person feel like they are being watched, because the next moment he looks up and tries to figure out who was looking at him with such intensity.

you don’t react quickly enough, resulting in your eyes meeting. you can feel your face heat up instantly, but the person only smiles and waves. not only that, he starts walking in your direction?!

“hi, my name is lev! were you looking at me?”

“uh yeah haha,” you say a bit nervously because you got caught, “i’m y/n.”

your breath is taken away as you notice his mesmerizing emerald green eyes and sharp facial features. “damn is he a model or an olympian? or both?” you mutter to yourself.

lev heard you and laughed; “neither actually! i do play volleyball at school though! i’m a first year!”

“WHAT? FIRST YEAR? NO WAY!” you exclaim. more calmly you add on, “i’m also a first year”.

“so what school do you go to? i go to nekoma high in tokyo!” lev says excitedly.

“oh, i go to ________ (any of the other schools besides nekoma),” you respond.

“no way! their volleyball team is really good! i’ll make sure to beat them though as soon as i’m nekoma’s ace!”

“woah you must be pretty good then! the only times i played volleyball was in gym class hahah. must be more fun to be on an actual team, right?”

“sure is! i’m what they call an outside hitter, or a spiker. a lot of people prefer to be called outside hitters, but i don’t mind either one. they both sound cool!”

“oh wow that position is really admirable! i would love to see it in person sometime!”

“you should definitely come to one of my games! we have one coming up pretty soon actually. i’ll send you the details as soon as i get them. here’s my numb-”

“LEV! are you in here?! come on we’ve got to go now or we’ll miss the plane!” someone calls out from the entrance of the souvenir store.

“oh shoot, that’s right! nice meeting you, but i’ve got to go! bye!” he waves smiling.

“have a safe flight!” you respond cheerfully.

remembering that you also have a flight soon, you pull out your phone to check the time. oh no, they’re going to start boarding soon! as you exit the store and run towards the gate, you realize that you didn’t get a chance to exchange numbers with lev.

there wasn’t anytime to worry about that though, since they had begun boarding the passengers. the best solution you could come up with at the moment was to just keep an eye out for any upcoming matches via the internet.

you reach the gate which luckily wasn’t too far away, and pull out your ticket and passport.

“will group c please board the plane. group c. thank you,” comes a voice on the announcement intercom.

this is your group. group a is for priority flyers such as first class whilst group b is for business class. groups c and past are for economy.

you give your ticket to the person scanning them and show them your passport. they confirm your registration and tell you to have a safe flight.

you take a seat near the back of the plane and turn your phone on airplane mode. you rummage around your carry-on looking for a book before placing your bag on the ground under your seat. you decide you’re going to read and listen to music for a bit before putting on a movie to entertain yourself during the long flight.

the flight attendants begin to make their mandatory safety announcement, so you close your book and place it beside you on the empty seat.

as they’re nearing the end of the buckle demonstration, your line of sight is interrupted by a silver blob in the seat a few rows ahead of you. you blink a few times. it’s still there. you lean forward a little to try and see what it is. wait… why does it look familiar? lev? no it couldn’t be. could it? you decide to wait until the light indicating seat belts must be worn turns off before investigating.

when you’re allowed to get up, you start moving towards the silvery blob, pretending to go to the bathroom. you can’t see the person’s face well from the angle you’re at, so you tap the person’s shoulder.

“excuse me, but-“

“oh sorry am i-“

“it’s you!” both of you say at the same time.

you didn’t recognize lev at first because he had changed out of his sports jacket and into a cozy sweatshirt.

“i can’t believe you’re on my plane! it’s like fate since we didn’t get a chance to share numbers,” he says beaming.

“yeah! i’m really surp-“

“hey kiddos, sorry to interrupt but you’re hogging the aisle,” says a sweet old man.

“oh i’m so sorry! i didn’t notice!” you respond hastily, “come sit next to me lev.”

“won’t we get in trouble for switching seats?” he asks while getting up (no hesitation whatsoever- head empty. he’s ready to do whatever you say).

“not on this airline. don’t worry i’ve flown with them before and they allow it.”

“can i have the aisle seat? it’ll be easier for me to get up if i need to go to the bathroom or something.”

“yeah sure. i don’t mind at all,” you say.

you place your book back into your bag and sit in the previously empty seat.

“thanks for keeping my seat warm,” he teases.

“anything for you, your majesty,” you joke back.

you continue talking to lev and cracking jokes for a good hour or so. honestly, you’re not sure how much time has passed, and you don’t really care. the two of you eventually put on a movie, and although you don’t usually fall asleep during them, you start to feel your eyes close. it was a busy day today, and you’re exhausted.

“can i lean my head on your arm?” you ask.

“hm can i hold your hand if i let you?”

“mm yeah,” you say as your face heats up.

you’re glad that you decided to browse the souvenir shop before boarding the plane. meeting lev was definitely worth waking up incredibly early.

#lev haiba #haiba lev #haikyuu lev #hq lev #lev x reader #lev haiba x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu fluff #haikyu x reader #lev fluff #airport #haikyu drabble #haikyu oneshots #hq x y/n #hq headcanons #hq x reader #hq

[lookingforlia]

They are the type of boyfriend to ,

Daichi x reader

Sugawara x reader

Sawamura Daichi

-Daichi is a mature person who understands his responsibilities.  And when he is serious about you , he would count you as one of his responsibilities .

- It's in his personality to treat women really well , and when it comes to the woman he cares about, he takes them really seriously.

- So like the gentleman he is he's the type to hold the door for you .

-He would pretty much give you the princess treatment so prepare to have him sulk if you split the bills .

- Also he would not let you walk home alone if it late . No matter how far you live or how busy he is , he would always squeeze in time so that he can drive you or walk you home .

- sometimes walking you home is just an excuze for him to spent 5 more minutes with you .

- Daichi is also the type of man who is going to take his relationships seriously . So if he is dating you , he does plan on marrying you and spending the rest of his life with you even if he's a bit hesitant to be upfront about it in the early stages of your relationship.

- He would generally treat you really well .

- Daichi is also the type of guy who doesn't know how to take life easy and  have fun . So he isn't very good when it comes to talking about his own problems or what's bothering him.

- So his love language would consist of lots and lots of reassuring physical contact . Holding hands , hugs , or laying his head on your shoulder or chest is his ways to express himself .

- he's not good with his own emotions although he understands everyone else's very well . So he is the type would would love to recharge with you just cuddling and Baskin in each other's warm touch in comfortable silence or light conversations .

Sugawara Koushi

-Sugawara is the perfect balance in between gentle and chaotic it's in his nature to be careful and warm but also he's not afriad to let loose and have fun .

- but in general he has a very warm and supportive personality.  You really can't skip out on his careing nature .

- He cares and he's not afraid to show you that .

- Sugawara is the type of boyfriend who would support you in every possible way he can .

- you're feeling down ? He's there trying to get you to do things that would cheer you on.  He would also offer for you to vent and if you refuse he would just do silent acts of service .

- I think acts of service might just be his love language . He's less of a words and more of an actions type of person . You would feel his love in his actions on how he treats you and is constantly there for you. 

- he would not only tell you he loves you , he would show you.

- Sugawara is also pretty mature and would give you pretty good advices if you vent to him or if you feel overwhelmed with your day to day life.  And his advices are mostly practical. 

- if youre physically sick he would be there without questions to check in on you .

- he is the type of boyfriend who would show up infront of your house in the middle of the night because you told him you can't sleep . And ask you to come out for a walk or to get food. 

- He's a bit adventurous so he's not afriad to of trying new things . Ten on ten the type to go onto a rollercoaster and drag you with him . If he had fun , he would go for it again despite throwing up .

- expect a lot of last minute trips and plans with him which are very spontaneous and you guys always end up having a lot of fun .

- Sugawara is the type of boyfriend who isn't afraid to show public display of affection . And really appreciates it if you give him a small hugs or kisses and yes he would cling onto your warmth.

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[classyinnie]

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟..."

content: Tsukishima Kei x reader  — hurt/comfort, reverse comfort, established relationship |  0.9k words

warnings: academic validation, mentions of self-doubt

notes: I had to learn the hard way that poor grades don’t equate to failure. It's alright to take a break and to take things slow. You are much more than your academic achievements. Give yourself grace <3

Cold dread filled Tsukishima’s being as he pulled the alleged exam report from his bag. He made sure to check it only once he arrived home. Slowly, the circled 60 emerged in red ink, and the dread he felt quickly ensnared its claws on his throat, choking him. 

He barely passed and clearly fell short of his expectations.

Oh, was it a sight he never wanted to revisit. He tried to bury it, to rip every ounce of its evidence – shred the piece of paper as he wished he could tear down every ounce of self-regret that was eating him alive on the inside. Drowning him in a never-ending pit of what-ifs.

He can feel the thoughts clinging to him, waiting for the perfect moment to strike – when the reality finally sinks in and he won't be able to escape. It would keep repeating itself until all he could think about was how much of a failure he had become. What an undeserving being he’s been. He hated it. Detested himself for missing the mark, for losing every ounce of grip he should've had. Loathed himself for not being enough.

If he should’ve studied more, If he should’ve paid attention to class more, If he should’ve spent another all-nighter,

Then maybe, every ounce of regret would be non-existent, and he wouldn't have to force himself to be content with a 60.

Tsukishima stared at the crumpled evidence of his failure. He kept staring until his vision blurred and he couldn't see it through the harsh wipe he was giving his eyes. As each brick he piled on himself reached its peak, as he cradled his head in his arms, the voice continued to chatter: If you can't even pass this test, what are you good for?

*** That’s where you found him; on the floor. Head ledged on his bed, glasses discarded, eyes unblinking as he observed the shambles in front of him. You knew what was wrong the moment you spotted the scattered pieces of paper. A similar copy is in your bag.

You immediately drop to the floor, hands desperately finding his face – for his eyes to look at you, but his gaze never strayed from the remains of the paper.

“Kei.” You attempted to bring your face into his line of sight. “Hey, look at me.”

And when your eyes met, when the cold, broken soul beneath shone on the surface, you swear you could physically hear your heart break. You wondered how you were going to stay strong when seeing him like this was capable of shattering you into pieces. Physically rip you from the inside out.

You desperately wiped each angry tear that he failed to hold back. “This does not define you.” You motioned to the paper, voice shaking. “It has never and will never define you.” 

Tsukishima shook his head and let out a sob. He tried to stop it by placing a palm to his mouth, but the dam broke before he could patch it up. You were crying before you could even hold it together. You were so scared he’ll retract from it again. The level of comfort you worked so hard to make him understand he deserves.

You bring his head to your chest, hands immediately placing soothing strokes to his hair, desperate for him to calm down. To remind him that this wasn’t high school anymore. That he doesn’t need to bear the brunt alone because you are here. You will stay and willingly share the burden.

Growing up, you were exposed to the race of academic excellence. The constant validation that comes with flawlessly written essays, and maintaining outstanding transcripts. It’s what originally drew the both of you together, a bond that, unbeknownst to you and him, blossomed into something more. 

You held onto each other until what’s left of the breakdown was slight hiccups here and there. You had been in that position for so long that your legs were stiff, and the rasp in your throat and burning in your lungs had become unbearable. You were both now leaning against Tsukishima's bedside. His limp figure slumped beside you. 

You took his hands, which were fiddling unconsciously. Holding it tight, you brought it to your lips, kissing the knuckles.

“I’m sorry for bringing you into this mess,” Tsukishima said, his voice above a whisper and raspy.

“What do you mean? I love this mess.” You squeeze his hand for emphasis. “You have to give yourself credit as well, you know? You passed the test.”

“Barely.”

“Yes, but you gave it your all. You've done everything you could to prepare, study, and revise. It’s fine to make room for failed expectations. It doesn’t make you any less human.”

That is true. You have seen him sacrifice nights of sleep just to prepare for the exam. You know how it feels to miss the mark even after putting in so much effort; It's almost a constant visitor. You used to always go through it if it wasn’t for Kei, who pulled you out of that darkness. The thoughts can be draining, but it’s not insurmountable. Especially not for him, you’re sure of that.

Tsukishima hums. “You want tea.”

It was more of a demand than a question. “Sure,” You could only laugh at the implication.

Tsukishima pulls himself up and lends a hand for you. Placing a quick kiss on your forehead, he murmurs, “Thank you for staying despite this mess.” 

Even if he doesn’t uphold a certain reputation, Even if he didn’t reach the mark, Even if he failed,

It wouldn’t make him less than an individual because he is more than written numbers on sheets. And you made it a point to remind him of that each day.

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[mchlgayser]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ft kageyama tobio

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your neighbor, your friend, and someone you and everyone claims to like you a lot has taken time longer than you expected to confess - so you force him to.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ( ✮ )

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: jealousy, and indirect confession

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This one is pure shit, the idea inspo is based on my old fics on Wattpad but I redo it, don't really like it but don't hate it either, just a so-so but let me know what you think in the comments. happy reading xx

'Good morning, Tobio!' Kageyama who just got out of his house is stunned, to say the least, he is late, so late for school, and the second he hurried outside the house, he sees you on the front porch of his house with a bag slinging over your shoulder and waiting for him.

The boy's face flushed bright red seeing you, he took upon your face with a neutral expression glued 'What are you doing here?' He questioned, looking down at you with a furrowed brow 'Oh, I was waiting for you. Come on we'll be late.' You take his hand in yours as you drag him along.

Kageyama Tobio, this stoic-looking sixteen-year-old kid is your neighbor, your friend, and someone you and everyone claim to like you lot. A lot happens since you two knew each other. It has only been a few months since you moved out from your hometown to Miyagi but over time the boy grew an overwhelming interest in you. It was apparent to everyone including you - everyone but him. It also grows on you about him, his passion for volleyball, and vice versa.

It was obvious that he likes you and you like him and there were a few times you encourage yourself to make the first move but your gut tell you otherwise and to wait until he makes the first move.

But as time passed, the opportunity never comes falling, but you would always console yourself to wait, I mean, after all, patience is a virtue. But Oh, God, it's been over three months since that, and no signs from the boy. You are growing impatience each second passes and today was finally it. The day you reached your limit. No more waiting is what you told yourself. If Kageyama won't make the first move. You'll force him to.

You two walk to school together, your hands occupied with a red-bean-flavored taiyaki. You look at him pointing one finger to the snack 'Want some?' He declines the offer making you huff in disappointment. You two continue walking and are met by Hinata, also on his way to school.

'Kageyama?! Oh Y/n, hello!' You smile at the tangerine-haired boy and wave at him 'Hi, Shoyo! Are you late to school too?' He chuckles, scratching the back of his non-itchy nape 'I overslept,' You chuckle before finding yourself occupied conversing chats with him.

You two walk to school, Shoyo pushing his bike instead and strolling with you to school leaving Kageyama behind, creating daggers on both your and Shoyo's backs.

The school period ended, and you, Kageyama, and Hinata are on your way to the school's gymnasium where their usual practices are held. You three change shoes as they two went running to the small circle of people warming up. You stand by the manager, Kiyoko Shimizu, and their manager, Ukai Kenshin along with the other assistant manager, Hitoka Yachi.

'Hello Yachi,' She smile at you shyly before she held her hand up to wave back. The boys began practicing their new formats with the coach and Kiyoko on the side, writing down on her clipboard. You watch them, partially Kageyama with water bottles in hand. 'Have Kageyama said anything to you?' You turn to Yachi with your forehead creasing 'No. I honestly don't know what is inside that bird brain of his.' You sass with a tinge of dissatisfaction lacing behind you. Yachi sat down on the benchers with you beside her 'What about your plan?' You knew, by all means, she implies the vicious plan you, and Kiyoko came up with to force Kageyama to confess to you.

'I... Don't know. I don't wanna feel half-bad doing that to him and use Shoyo for my benefit.' She glance your way before she went to Kageyama's 'But doesn't Hinata agree to it? Should be fine right?' You are reluctant to reply to her so you smile.

The day went smoothly, the boys practice like usual, always in their best mood and the same goes for the coach. Everyone is on their 100%. Everyone except you. Are you still in the train of thought about what Yachi said earlier? Should you continue with your plan or should you cancel and wait.

Half of the day ended, and the guys are now resting, and chugging down their water bottles while you and Yachi go around and handed them a clean tucked of towels to dry off their beads of sweats. Everything is fine until a senior from your club came inside the room, looking for you. The senior came and looking for you to talk and you followed him outside for privacy. The boy exchanged looks between each other, especially with Kageyama. Everyone could say that they did notice a certain behavior of the senior towards you and so did Kageyama. Obviously, when you two went out to have a time alone, they're all on Kageyama, eyes widen for him to go and snatch you away but all he did was roll his eyes.

'What?' He's quick to gnaw on, Daichi shakes his head at him 'It's obvious Kageyama. You liked her.' He widens his eyes in surprise, his cheeks hot and warm with blood gushing up to his ears. He put his hands on his ears to minimize the tingly sensation but he didn't move nonetheless.

It's been over ten minutes but you never came back, the boys look over at Kageyama to see him practicing his servings 'Kageyama, you should go and check on Y/n. It's been so long.' Kageyama drops the ball 'Why me?' Daichi shrug his shoulder and then went back to scolding Tanaka and Nishinoya for being nuisances.

Kageyama grumbles under his breath as he slow-walk to any possible place you and the senior would be at.

'I...' He heard a voice say from behind the gymnasium. He wander to the spot he was sure he heard the voice spot you and the senior. His figure towering over you and you both are extremely close to each other.

'I don't know Takashi, you seem like a very nice guy, I adore your passion for sewing a lot too but... I don't think I'm able reciprocate your feeling.' A glimmer of satisfaction flow through the blueberry-haired boy. He continue watching the scene before he unfold.

Takashi smiles at you, his eyes creasing a bit with his dimple showing 'But won't you at least try? We can go on dates but if you are still reluctant to choose me then I'll stop.' You stare into his eyes 'I...'

A sharp and husky voice came contact with you two, Kageyama strutted to where you two were with an annoyed expression 'I'm sorry, but I don't think Y/n will be able to do that.' Takashi gives him a smug smile 'And why is that?' Kageyama who is an inch taller than the boy continues inching his form to his with an intimidating look 'That's because she's mine.' You look between the two taller boy in gawking eyes.

He confessed

Kageyama confessed to you, to Takashi.

Kageyama grabs your hand dragging you out of the place 'Wait Tobio! What is that about?!' He stops his movement abruptly 'What do you mean, Y/n?' He asked, wondering.

'Back there, just now, you confessed! You told me - Takashi, I am yours.' He looks at you, head tilting before his eyes widen in bewilderment. He can't be serious. You can't be serious. That must be a lie right? There's no way...

'That's because she's mine.'

He's doomed. He just said it. He admitted he liked you. Kageyama is in panicked and already on the verge of running and he did but you held his hand 'Where are you going? I haven't given you my answer, yet?' He shake his head trying his best to pry free but you tighten your hold 'What if... I said that...' He close his eyes, already waiting for the rejection to come from your mouth 'I like you too.'

'It's okay, I understand that - Wait, what?' You purse your lip together to prevent laughing at the flustered boy 'I said that I like you too, Tobio.' His face is poker, still but his body reacted. His whole face becoming a hot pink down to his neck. His neck hair stands with anticipation 'So, would you be my... Girlfriend?' You ended up snorting at his confession.

'I don't know,' His head drop at your sudden unexpected answer 'Sure,' His looks on you making you smile

'You guys are so cute together!' Both Tanaka and Nishinoya exclaim, Sugawara laughs at the antics while smiling at you 'So cringe,' Sass Tsukishima with a sour utterance. Both you and Kageyama rolled your eyes at him

'Whatever, Sour-Shima.'

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[lovely-renard]

He doesn't tell you often 'i love you" but when he does, he means it from the bottom of his heart.

It's not that he doesn't say these three words at all or that he finds it hard to tell them. But you know these couples that say "i love you" every ten seconds like they'll die if they don't? Yeah, that's not his cup of tea.

To him, words, and especially these three, mean something strong and should be used carefully. He doesn't want to throw them like they're necessary to proove how much you mean to him. That's why, instead of repeating "I love you" like a broken record, he shows you his devotion in others ways: he cleans your workspace because he knows you're too busy to do it properly, he hugs you when you need it the most, he texts you throughout the day to make sure you're taking care of yourself. It's all his acts and attention, piling up, that prooves you he doesn't need the three magic words to show you he loves you.

But, if you're honest, nothing could beat the feeling of hearing him whisper in your ear, in the dead of the night, a raspy "I love you, babe..." before falling asleep because you know that, at this specific moment, he means it more than anything.

So yeah, he may not say "I love you" as often as others do but you know that when he says it, he means it deeply and that's enough to make you feel like the most lucky person in this world.

-> Iwaizumi, Osamu, Akaashi, Ushijima, Kenma, Suna, Tsukishima

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[his-saiko]

POV: You teased Tsukishima too far

Tsukki put his hand on the wall and smiled that signature smile of his. I did my best to keep my composure and tried to slide away but he slammed his other hand on the wall too, caging me in his frame.

Oh, knees don’t fail me now. “Tsukki…” I turned my head so he wouldn’t see me blushing.

Tsukki leaned in until our faces were an inch away. He breathed out his warm breath over my neck.

I bit my tongue to stop me from making a single sound. “Tsukki…” I tried to push him off me but the size difference between us made the effort futile. “Tsukki… I’m sorry. I teased you too far.”

“You can’t back out on me now.” He tilted his head.

I can feel his lips nearing my skin. His every breath was like blood pulsing on me. “Sir!” I covered my mouth when I realized what I had done.

“Oh, we’re roleplaying now?” He looked at me and smirked.

I gasped. “TSUKISHIMA KEI!” I shouted then pursed my lips.

“I mean, I don’t mind you screaming my whole name for tonight.”

I covered my face and screamed into my hands.

He laughed. “I’m not sorry, pipsqueak. Gotta remind you that I’m a man with fantasies too.”

© 2022 Alfi. Do not repost any of my work

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[sky-casino]

Atsumu x Y/N: Childhood Friends to Lovers... with a Twist

Hi~ I posted an Osamu x Y/N drabble last week, and now it's his twin brother's turn lol

You have been friends with Atsumu and Osamu since you were all three years old, when your moms befriended each other at the neighborhood playground.

You were a unit, the three of you were inseparable growing up. Same neighborhood. Same school. Same class.

So it was not surprising that at least one of the twins fell for you.

But it took so long for Atsumu to muster the courage to confess his feelings, extremely frightened that it might affect your friendship.

It was during your last year in college when he finally confessed, after persistent encouragement from Osamu and Suna. 

His confession was surreal and breathtaking. His feelings and how he put them into words moved you. You said yes.

One year into the relationship is when things started to change.

You slowly became distant and awkward with Atsumu. 

One night, after he came home to your shared apartment, you opened up your pent-up feelings to him in a very gentle manner because you knew what's coming is going to hurt him.

You told him that spending time with him as a couple this past year made you realize one thing: you just see him as a best friend, after all. You don't regret saying yes to him and you don't regret being with him all this time, it's just that, you thought you loved him romantically, but you were wrong. You considered that perhaps his surreal confession--the persuasive words and the beautiful wintery night--made you think that you were in love with him. That moment was just oh-so-beautiful and maybe everything about it unintentionally tricked your mind and heart into thinking that you loved the man in front of you. But in the end, the more time you spent with him, the more you realized that Atsumu is just a best friend.

Both of you were crying as you tell him your honest feelings. It broke your heart even more when Atsumu admitted that he'd been feeling the distance growing between the two of you recently, but decided to not say anything about it and simply act like nothing's wrong because he was afraid that if he said or did anything about it, it would damage your relationship. Like a glass that's been hit by something that's not strong enough to break it, but not so weak either, causing the pristine glass to have a crack.  

You said "I'm so sorry." repeatedly, because you were. You never wanted to hurt Atsumu, your childhood friend, your best friend who's also like a brother sometimes, the man who always expressed his love for you with words and actions since you said yes to him. How could you hurt him? But you also had to think for yourself. You were starting to get really exhausted pretending that you love him romantically. 

Atsumu mostly didn't speak. He's in shock, just staring at the floor as his tears relentlessly fell, until he said that everything's too much so he'll be sleeping at Osamu's for the night. 

In less than a week, Atsumu has already started to slowly move on and accept. He's talkative with you again, mostly on chats as it's still awkward for you both to interact face-to-face. He moved out of your shared apartment willingly, no fuss and drama at all.

You were relieved seeing him be his usual self again because you were worried that your years-long friendship was already ruined by your breakup.

What you didn't know was it was all pretense from Atsumu's side. You can say that it was his turn to pretend for the sake of the two of you. You pretended to love him, and now he's pretending that he's alright after getting his heart broken by you. 

Atsumu's mind was extremely muddled since the night of your breakup. It's a blessing that he has Osamu, who guided him to make a decision on what his next step will be after this heartbreak.

Atsumu could never hate you, he knew that. He replayed your words in his mind but he just couldn't hate you, even just a bit. And what struck him the most was when you said that you still very much wanted to be best friends, that you wanted to go back to what the two of you were before he confessed, that you wanted him to stay as a major part of your life. So if that's what you want, then he'd give it to you. That was the next step he decided to take. As simple as that.

So now, he's accepted your true feelings and is trying to move on by being your usual funny, loud, and reliable best friend. Seeing you happy and relieved made him happy too, on top of the pain he's hiding.

He told himself that he can be content with this, that even though it's extremely painful to lose you, it's not so bad, after all.

But all the pain and despair surfaced again and more intensely when you introduced your new boyfriend to your circle of friends at your birthday party, one year and six months after your breakup.

He was in shock and in even more pain to the point that he wanted to leave the party early. But he fought against it and tried to act casually until the party ended.

He realized that he was able to spend all this time being somewhat okay because deep in his heart, he was hoping that you'd go back to him. But now that you have someone new, a guy named Sakusa, his false hope has gone to smoke. You were truly gone and he berated himself for hoping at the first place. The cracked pristine glass has finally shattered into pieces.

And now, he needs to move on, again. This time, it will be for real.

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[kageyuji]

notes: pov me coming out of retirement

“do you know where the flour is?” akaashi’s voice came from the kitchen.

you hummed, indicating that you weren’t sure. logically, it should be in the pantry, but your boyfriend had a habit of never putting things where they belong. it had been frustrating when the two of you first moved in together, but you’d slowly gotten used to it over the passing months.

walking into the kitchen, you realized why akaashi had needed the flour. a gooey, light-brown mixture was sitting in a translucent blue bowl on the counter. various utensils and measuring cups littered the space.

“you didn’t tell me you were making…” you stared for another moment. “cookies?”

“i hope so,” he pouted. “if i can’t find flour this is going to end up looking a lot more like a pizza once it‘s baked.”

after swiping a finger along the edge of the bowl, you licked the excess batter off. there was something strange about the taste that you couldn’t quite identify, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. hopefully he hadn’t seen the face you’d made for a moment.

and then, once more, akaashi caught your attention. rather, a loud thud had. at his feet sat the bag of flour, which had apparently ripped when he attempted to grab it. it painted his black hair white, coating everything in the shelves under it with flour, and pouring its remaining contents onto the floor.

he stared in defeat, and you would’ve felt bad if he hadn’t looked so odd right now. he shook his hair in a poor attempt to rid himself of some of the flour, before realizing that he was covered from head to toe anyhow.

“i’m going to go get a shower.” he said, finally. he left a trail of white footprints in his path to the bathroom.

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