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milkteeboba · 11 months

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The Sweetest Note-taker

“CRISPR or Cas9 is short for clustered, regularly, interspaced…”

Akaashi quickly jots down what the professor says in his notes. Well they aren’t his notes. He looks over to his right. You are sitting with your head in your arms face down on the desk.

You had been complaining about your killer headache since last night. You told him that you had an important lecture the next day that you couldn't miss since the material would be on your next quiz. But you were having a challenging time focusing with your head throbbing.

Akaashi being the kind and observant boyfriend he is, took matters into his own hands and decided to follow you to class. As you were taking your normal route the next morning you assume that he is dropping you off, so you do not think much about him tagging along, not until you approach the doors of your lecture hall and both steps inside.

“Wait Keiji, what are you doing?” you ask sluggishly, feeling a dull pressure on your temples.

“Isn't it obvious? I'm gonna join your lecture.” he states matter of factly

“Uh, any particular reason?” you question, walking to your row.

“I thought it would be very informative, for me.”

“But you're a journalist major-”

“Let's take a seat.” He quickly interrupts.

You slide into your desk a bit perplexed and pull out your notebook and pens, you look to the front and can tell you will have a tough time comprehending the material, you rub the sides of your head and the professor is about to start when your notebook and pens are snatched from you. You look over to your left.

“Keiji what-”

“Don’t worry (Y/N) I'll take your notes for you.” he says.

You are about to object when he puts a finger to his mouth and shushes you with a little smirk, turning to pay attention to the professor who was now speaking.

You're gawking at him. You stay like that for a minute then smile. He is the sweetest person ever. You face forward in your desk and after a moment you put your head down and shut your eyes, faintly hearing your professor speak and Keiji furiously scribbling the material into your notes.

“Well, I can confidently say I did find your lecture informative, though I have a few questions about being able to edit the genes of a human being.” Akaashi says as he hands you back your notebook with 4 pages worth of lecture notes.

You giggle at his comment and look down at his notes, various doodles and pen scribbles are seen throughout and you can see it’s his same handwriting from high school. You grab his shoulder for leverage and kiss his cheek.

“Thank you for taking my notes Keiji you are the bestest boyfriend ever.” you say, already feeling your headache gradually ceasing.

“Of course (Y/N) anytime.” He smiles

“Though you may want to work on your handwriting.”

“Don't you start.”

Author Note: hellooo this is my first time writing a work on tumblr!! I've just been sort of a lurker since 2019 but decided I would try my hand at writing a little blurb. This is incredibly self indulgent as a bio student myself but thought this was cute. I hope the tenses makes sense while reading it. You start off in the present and the rest is what happened in the past and then you're in the present again! I might start posting more often because this was fun to write :)))

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suna-reversed · 3 years

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Bokuto x reader - s/o getting their period hc (SFW and NSFW)

- it’s a popular headcanon that Bokuto being the “himbo” he is would probably not even know what a pad is and what would most likely end up buying you diapers.

- but let me stop you there right okay-

- firstly, Bokuto grew up with two sisters so he wouldn’t be all that oblivious

-secondly, I’m like 97% sure that he would’ve at some point searched up what women need during that time of the month.

- baby just wanted to make sure he was ready to comfort you in any way that you needed when the time came 🥺🥺

- in fact, he’d be low key excited the first time you ask him to get pads when you suddenly get your period while staying over at his place

- but not being oblivious doesn’t mean that the poor baby would suddenly be an expert at everything

- leading to a crowd of people gawking at the 6’1 foot giant in the store’s aisle cradling 3 different brands of pad boxes in one hand and a tub of ice cream, chocolate bars and chips in the other

- “KOU! Those are enough pads to last me for a like the next 4 months!”

- “well maybe you should stay here for the next 4 months then.”

- honestly, how could you even be mad at him. especially when he proceeds to gather all the blankets and pillows from his room to make you “a comfort stop” on the couch.

- if you tend to get emotional during your periods, get ready for a tsunami of emotions because Bokuto will be so so soft and gentle !

- will happily cuddle you for hours on end and will massage your tummy, back or thighs if they’re sore.

- “can we take a warm bath together Kou?”

- “isn’t sitting in a tub full of blood water a little scary baby?”

- “that’s not how it works I-”

- Bokuto: *surprised pikachu face*

------ NSFW content ahead-----F!reader

- you’d probably bring up the idea of period sex after he’d have “massaged” your boobs because you told him they were sore. but now you’re just sore and horny.

- at first, he’d be a little nervous because he’d know you’re more sensitive down there during your periods and he wouldn’t want to hurt you.

- but he’d eventually agree once you give him puppy eyes and tell him that it would help relieve pain from the cramps. And how can he say no to making you feel better.

- so he’d let you grab his hand and lead him into the bathroom, slowly stripping yourself off your clothes as he does the same

- he’d be way too gentle, making sure that even his bare chest doesn’t brush too hard against your sore breasts.

- would rub small circles into your side as he latches onto one of your nipples, gently licking and nibbling on it before giving the other one the same treatment.

- you’d quietly whine for him to touch you and he’d let his hand wander downwards. Softly spreading your folds, he’d press his thumb right against your bundle of nerves, rubbing circles into it and making you jolt your hips into his hand.

- “shh I’ve got you puppy, let me take good care of you.”

- he’d pick you up and hold you against the wall as he lines his large cock with your entrance, a loud groan leaving his mouth as he enters you, and his head falling into the crook of your neck as he presses soft kisses onto your collarbone in line with his deep thrusts.

- “does that feel good baby?”

- “fuck Kou- yes- I- I’m close”

- going even deeper, he’d drop his head to suck one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth while he let’s his hand snake down in between you two to play with your clit. your orgasm would hit you like a tide as you arch your back, eyes rolling into the back of your head, as you desperately clutch onto Bokuto’s shoulders.

- Bokuto would make sure to pull out right before he cums, spilling his seed onto your stomach.

- he’d hold you closely in his arms for a bit before carrying you out the shower. Drying you off with the warm towel he already had ready from the dryer, he’d let you change into a fresh pair of underwear and one his oversized shirts.

- he’ll be cuddled up in bed as you come out, a glass of water placed at your nightstand and his outstretched arms waiting for you to come and warm him.

- “I’d happily sit in a bath of blood if I get to do this with you for the rest of our lives.”

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himawari-sama · 3 years

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Haikyuu boy when you're on your period😼-(my)special period edition-

♥with bokuto,hinata and osamu♥

Bokuto:)

Bokuto's likes to cuddle

One day he didn't know that you are on your period so he just burst in to your room and shout "BABY!!! IM HOME"

Since you're the type that will get angry when you are on your period, you glare at him with a sharp look

Bokuto froze and whines "BABY DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG? WHY ARE YOU GLARING AT ME??"

You sigh and tell him that you're on your period so you will get angry easily.

"what is period?" He will ask that dumb question and you roll your eyes

"it's when the end month and you bleeding and you have that damn cramps"

"OHH!" Then he ask if you want to cuddle to relieve the pain and you said yes

You both cuddle but bokuto is really careful while cuddle with you cause he don't want you to get mad and you both fall asleep after that

Hinata:)

Hinata too is very cheerful and bright person.

He likes to do something for you

For example play volleyball together at evening or go for a run since you are a sport person too but not volleyball

One day like always you and him will go for a run but that day you don't have a mood for that

Since your cramps is taking control over you and it's really hurt.

Hinata don't know about that. "Y/n!! Let's go for our daily run!" He said with a happy voice.

And you said you don't want to cuz you're on your period and it really hurt.

"YOU WILL NOT DIE RIGHT?!" he will said that. Silly boy

You said that you just need to rest for a day so hinata join you because he said "if my baby is not going then I too will not go"

So you two just cuddle until you falling asleep

He don't know what else to do and he don't want to sleep so he will call kageyama to come over to play volleyball with him

Osamu:)

He love to cook for you but will really love it if you watch him cook

You always in the kitchen whenever you hungry

You always hungry cause osamu's food is very delicious

One day you didn't go to the kitchen like you always do so osamu got worry and go to your room

The he saw you lying while hugging your body

He thought that you are cold "there's a blanket,baby"

You said that you're not cold and that you are like that cause your body's hurt

Osamu is very thoughtful so he know it right after you told him that

"aw my princess is suffer. You just stay there and I will go to cook something delicious for you"

You are very very lucky to have him as your boyfriend

After that he will feed you carefully and handle you like a fragile glasses so you didn't broke into anger or tears

He knows this thing the best

#haikyuu #period #hq #haikyuufluff #hqfluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smooth #hinata shoyou #bokuto koutarou #miya osamu

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haikyooot · 4 years

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Life’s a Hoot Ch 4: I’m Different Now

Ch Summary: After leaving a disastrous dinner-interview between your co-worker and Bokuto, you and Bokuto head to a convenience store for some nostalgia.

Bokuto x Reader

Masterlist.

WC： 1778

Bokuto continues holding onto your wrist while walking down the street. Maybe two, five, ten minutes pass. The alleyway is dim and quiet, but the wind rustles through the trees loudly. The bustles of whistles of the main road can be heard in the distance.

“Why did you do that?” You whisper.

Bokuto doesn’t respond.

“Why? Everything was going to be under control. You can’t just go on bursting everything, doing whatever you want. Spiking and...and hitting. This isn’t volleyball, Bokuto. Why did you have to do that?”

It probably would be better if Bokuto just screams at your rudeness and runs off or something. His silence only makes you feel guiltier by the moment. You know everything you just said is a complete and utter lie.

“Do you take me to be a fool too?” Bokuto finally asks. He doesn’t have the same brimming aura as before. It’s so uncharacteristic and unbecoming of him. Unlike his “emo-mode” in high school where it borders on humorous and you know he can pick himself back up. His shoulders are crestfallen and sullen.

“Sorry. That’s not right of me. I’m sorry. I’m just upset.” You sigh and apologize. Bokuto doesn’t acknowledge it and continues with his questions.

“How do you even work in that condition? Does Akaashi know this?”

He doesn’t stop, each question after the other growing louder and more desperate. “Why didn’t he say anything? Does that man bully Akaashi too? Why didn’t you say anything? Why do you let yourself be abused and insulted like that? What's your workplace like?!”

“Bokuto.” You try to respond and tell him your script. I’m perfectly okay. I’m a grown woman, I can take care of myself. This is normal. Don’t worry. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you try to hold back the tears that threaten to glaze your eyes.

“You know,” Bokuto’s voice drops very low and let “People might sometimes see me as just a dumb brute and a man-child. But I still know bullshit when I hear it. You can lie to other people, tell them you’re having the best time of your life. Can I ask to hear the truth instead? How is my friend doing?”

You open your mouth to respond, but no words come out this time either. Instead, your stomach is very eager to present an answer. I’m hungry. It shouts out to the world. It takes a moment for both you and Bokuto to process where the noise came from. Maybe it is exactly what is needed at the moment because your stomach grumbles again, and Bokuto begins to laugh.

“Hey, hey, hey! Still hungry aren’t ya? I could use something too. Let’s run to the convenience store. We can get ramen like the old days.” He grabs your wrist again and prepares to run.

“Bokuto.” You resist following after his first sprinting step. Bokuto turns and you gesture to your heeled footwear. “I can’t run in these.”

“Oh.” He realizes suddenly. “Sorry, let’s just walk. Are your feet okay?”

“It’s okay, they’re okay. I’m used to wearing them now.”

You two walk down the street. Your strides are much slower than the normal hustle steps you take. Bokuto matches your footsteps.

“I’m not really okay.” You admit quietly, answering his question from before. You don’t continue further and Bokuto doesn’t press further.

The convenience store is a remarkable place for many different reasons. In the morning, an office worker running late might grab a coffee, breakfast, and lunch to go. Later during the day, students come after school for a soda or an ice cream on the way home. In the evenings, the overtime folks come for a quick meal before going back to their pile of work. And in the dead of the night, those hungover come for some relief to sober up. Behind the counter, is usually a high school or university student, juggling their stressful schoolwork and a convenient way to earn some cash. It’s almost like a rite of passage.

“Hey, come look at all these selections. What are you feeling like having?” Bokuto asked while you two browsed down the aisles of instant food, and the shelves of freshly made ready to eat bentos. Bokuto picks up some familiar items. “Do you remember this one? You ate two of these and practically threw up on the way home once. Or this one? We both hated that.”

Trust Bokuto to remember the weird details. You pick out an instant ramen bowl, some other packaged side dishes. Bokuto also eagerly picks out the same selection. “Seems like our tastes just haven’t changed!”

You two bring your items to the register. The student worker sets aside his work, smiles, and greets the two of you.

“And two cups for coffee please.” You add, fishing out some cash from your wallet.

“Ah wait, I can pay.” Bokuto starts digging through his gym bag.

“Don’t worry about it. I got it.”

As the cashier scans one item after the next, you notice a familiar lanyard hanging from his neck.

“University of Tokyo? What’s your major?”

He looks at you while still scanning your items. Multi-tasking. “Japanese Literature and Culture.”

“Oh, same here, well...graduated. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you, first year?”

He nods. You remember the late-night shifts, where the lack of customers meant you were able to earn passive money while studying by the register. Sometimes things were quiet, and other times, some extremely interesting folks came by. You have seen people laugh with friends, cry alone, and listen to others vent to you about their coworkers while ringing them up at the register. Either way, those weren’t easy times. But compared to you right now, those were maybe better times.

“I worked at a konbini for a bit too. Keep it up, everything will get better. Trust me.” You say, taking your items. A small bar section at the back of the store allows you and Bokuto to cook the ramen and brew some cheap coffee. The disaster of a ‘dinner’ feels distant already in your memory. You and Bokuto chat some more about the nostalgia of the convenience store. The normally painful three minute wait for ramen to cook flies by.

You take a bite. Beautifully processed, gourmet msg goodness. The chew and the flavor far beyond what money can buy. You two eat in silence. Only the sound of slurping noodles and soup fills the space around you. Each exhale into the bowl brings a warm steam to your face. You had your fair share of this midnight indulgence during university, overtime, or other late nights too tired to eat anything else.

During those years, you had to spend the three minutes waiting for the ramen to cook alone. Once you fell asleep waiting and woke up the next day. It’s been a long time since the duet sound of slurping noodles next to you. It’s strangely heartwarming, how the sound of eating is suddenly comforting. Maybe you really have spent too much time alone. After finishing the bowl, you brew some coffee for you and Bokuto. He opens the packets of mochi and hands you one.

“When I saw you at the game. I was just really excited. We haven’t talked in so long, I didn’t even imagine that you would find time to come.” Bokuto begins.

Guilty. You only did it because it’s work-related.

“Even if it’s because of your work, I’m happy you know. Hey, I don’t mind an extra audience member any time.” He changes his tone to try and liven the dead mood.

“But today, I finally got a chance to take a good look at you.” He doesn’t continue. You look up from your coffee. You know. Your dark circles, probably made darker from your makeup smudging. Your complexion is dull and grey. Your frame is hollow. “When I held your wrist, I thought I was going to hurt them. You used to be…”

Athletic? Confident? Lively?

“I’m different now. I know I changed. Not in the way I imagined myself. It just became this way one day.” You go back to sipping your coffee.

“You told that guy ‘things will get better’. Did you think that for yourself too?” Bokuto asks. “It’s alright if you don’t feel like talking either.”

You stare at the dark liquid in the cup and your distorted reflection. You no longer feel a need to lie or hide. The empty convenience store and Bokuto’s presence make you feel like you are a safe place where you can be honest for once.

“I did. I still sort of do.” You start. It’s not easy to express verbally what you have kept hidden even mentally. “I know I’m burned out, and after the second time, they are probably just using me. I can’t really say ‘no’. I don’t know how. I just tell myself to not complain because there’s a lot of other better and smarter people out there who aren’t as lucky as I am. I imagine my coworkers being disappointed at me, or one day realizing that I’m not good enough. I get scared. When they tell me I did well...or that I’m helpful, I just feel like maybe I’m worth something. That...I have achieved something.”

Bokuto hands you a tissue, which you gladly accept and bury half your face in it. You continue to tell him what happened to you after graduation from high school. How you struggled academically and financially in your first year of university. How the competition ate away at your sanity day by day.

The days you stopped running, eating, sleeping in order to study just a bit more. The day you realized friends stopped asking you to hang out. How you fought tooth and nail to get an interview at your current company. You told him how your face hurt from smiling all day, how you actually wanted to cry when coworkers stacked their work on top of you.

The first time a senior threw a manuscript at your face telling you to do it over after a client complained. The joy and pain of seeing Akaashi join the company as well. You share everything with Bokuto like one would with their personal diary. Bokuto sits by you quietly, continuing handing you a tissue from the box he ended up buying because the go-to packet ran out. When you can not speak coherently because you are in a sob, he pats your back gently and waits for you to collect yourself.

“See, Bokuto. This is who I am now. I’m different now.”

“See. This is who I am now. I’m different now.”

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