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Early Birds | Akaashi Keiji
Pairing: Akaashi X Reader (female)
Genre: Cute high school fluff
Author's Note: I am beyond rusty; forgive me ;-; edit for after writing: IM SO BAD KAJSHD🧎♀️
The streets were empty except for the occasional elderly person taking a morning stroll
Your body was warm but the crisp air crept through your jacket and the tights under your skirt
the cold chill woke you up a bit more on your morning commute to school - always early when the sun was just barely peeking over the horizon in the distance
it was peaceful and quiet
it was the only time you could think and be in your own little bubble
home was cozy but too rambunctious with your three younger brothers and your parents scrambling to get them up and to school
so you always left right when the chaos was beginning
and you were always early before most of the student body
winters were always brutal, especially for you
it felt no matter how much you layered on, the coldness still found a way in
the school came into view and grew bigger and bigger as you got closer and closer
snow crunched under your steps
the wind howled, blowing some loose snow from all around the campus into the school entrance as the door closed behind you
you changed your shoes and took off your coats and winter outerwear you wouldn't need in class
but you kept your pocket warmer knowing your hands would probably freeze off without them
school always felt like a whole different world before the rest of the students came in
it made you feel like a ghost roaming or haunting the schools
you slid the door open to your class, a faint warmth greeting you as you stepped in and closed it behind you
it was always warm around the center of the classroom but your seat was right by the window where the cold always crept in, right in the back too
in the springtime, the view was always breathtaking
but the view in winter was... still somewhat warm
the seats in class were sat in pairs and with the luck of the gods, you were sat beside akaashi, your boyfriend
you folded your arms, one hand holding your pocket warmer
your sweater sleeve was fuzzy against your face but comfy
it was either you laid on your arms or the cold wooden table
there was still quite some time before the rest of the school came
this was always your favorite time to take a quick little nap before the school chaos started
You watched the class, your eyes wandering all over the place, seeing all the things you've seen already every morning, but there was always at least one little thing you noticed was new
the classroom slowly began disappearing in your vision until it was completely gone
Akaashi stifled a yawn as he walked down the hall, waking a little too early this morning from having fallen asleep earlier than usual last night
but at least now he could sit in class and read and study ahead for the finals
he slid open the door, letting out yet another yawn, the cool metal on his hand and a warm little gust welcoming him in
He walked in and made his way over to his seat in a few strides
your hair was sprawled out over your desk and a little over his too
"y/n?" he was quiet as he carefully pulled out his seat from beside you, and took his seat
you stirred just a little, pulling your hand closer to your face but stayed asleep
"What's that?" he peeked at your hand, loosely holding onto a pocket warmer
he carefully placed his finger on it but as he suspected, just as he felt it coming from the windows, it was cold
He knew you always had pocket warmers, bringing one on a daily but it was at least warm when class started
you were always cold and shivering yet the teacher never did anything or moved any seats around
Akaashi took off his blazer and draped it around you to keep you warm
he knew you were always pretty timid so it would be rare for you to confront the teacher sternly
you mainly kept to yourself, you weren't the best at speaking but you always seemed comfortable around him and only him in class
you two even slid little notes back and forth every now and then
but it was true
you were so cute to him
you weren't the biggest fan of speaking or asking for help when you needed it but akaashi was nice enough to care and always noticed when you were struggling
he always helped you whenever and wherever you were on schoolwork
over some time, you slowly began to wake up but somehow, you weren't entirely freezing, mostly your legs
"You awake?" Akaashi tilted his head to see your slow blinking eyes, your head lifting up with a subtle confused look on your face
you felt something hanging on you but most importantly
Akaashi was already here - much earlier than normal
"Mmhm.." you rubbed your eyes
you realized the hanging thing on you was his blazer. You began to take it off of you when he stopped you
"you can keep wearing it. I know you're cold."
"Are you sure? Aren't you cold?" you hugged it closer, letting the warmth and subtle smell waft over you
"I'm okay, you need it more than I do." He patted your head but not messing up your hair
he knew you came early but was it really this early?
"Do you always come so early?"
"mhm," you nuzzled into his hand more. "I like how quiet it is.."
You rest your head back down, now wearing your arms through his blazer sleeves
"Well, I'll start coming early too." He mirrored you, leaning forward to rest his head onto his folded arms
"Why?" you brought his sleeve up to your mouth
"Because you're here. And I need to keep you warm." he leaned in close, pressing his warm forehead to yours.
"See? Even your forehead is cold. What'll I do if you get sick?" He put his hand on your forehead and you melted
he was so warm
"You feel so nice~"
He leaned close as you took in the nice feeling of his warm hand and went for it
he gave you a kiss on your lips, catching you off guard
as different as he seemed while playing or with Bokuto, you were the only one to see Akaashi's heart
he was the warmest view every winter
"I love you," he smiled, pressing another little kiss to your warm, rosy cheek
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WHO WOULD CONFESS FIRST
pairings: bokuto x reader, kenma x reader, akaashi x reader, atsumu x reader, osamu x reader, iwaizumi x reader, suga x reader (separate)
overview: would you or the hq boy confess first?
warnings: a lot of abbreviations used, aged up in iwa's, mentions of drinking in iwa's, mild swearing
BOKUTO KOUTARO
bokuto!
pls there's no way he wouldnt
he'd literally probs cry and force u to take it back if u did
i think his confession would be very cute and heartwarming
he'd probs come with some classic red roses, a cute teddy bear, and just tell u straight up that he likes you
"hey, y/n. yk, i feel like we've known each other for a while now, and i think ur a rlly amazing person, yk? i just wanted to tell you that i like you now, and its totally up to you if you do too and wanna take this somewhere." or smth. it would have the same mood and tone as when he was talking with akaashi outside after his first nationals match about how he was reflecting on his last 3 years of hs vb if u remember that scene
he'd probs be a bit nervous and a little sheepish bc he's honestly rlly scared to lose you
it wouldn't be in public, but it wouldn't be in total private either. probably somewhere like a park or smth while ugs r out and about
he'd be the happiest guy in the world if u said yes (why wouldn't u)
he'd drop the roses and teddy and pull you into a rib-crushing bear hug and spin you around laughing
pls hes such a sweetie
KOZUME KENMA
either
mmm i could rlly see it going either way
bc on one hand, i don't rlly see kenma as the type to want to confess bc he'd probs feel uncomfy with it
but on the other hand, he's bsfs with kuroo soo
if you confessed he'd probably shyly accept it and try to bite back the stupidly wide grin trying to form on his face and he'd be very cute and flustered
now if he confessed
lets see
if kuroo let him do it his own way but still made him do it, kenma would def choose somewhere private
the most likely scenario is that he'd probs give u a short and sweet confession whilst ugs r playing a video game or watching smth
he probs wouldn't bring a gift, but there's a chance he'd bring chocolate!
it would be very subtle, sweet, and kenma-like
now
if kuroo played a good hand in this
it would probs get screwed up
bc kenma would think kuroos idea was stupid but kuroo went on with his own idea
what i think would probs happen is kuroo would like put letters and flowers in ur locker and pretend to be kenma or smth and then be like "come to the rooftop -ur secret admirer" but then he forgets to tell kenma to go to the rooftop and everything is screwed up
ORR he makes u and kenma go to like an amusement park or smth but then kenma hates it so ugs leave and he confesses to u on the walk home or smth
his confession wouldn't be very long. "i like you." "huh?" (no reply) "kenma, do you mean that?" "yeah."
LOLL
kuroo is a 0/10 wingman
AKAASHI KEIJI
akaashi!
he's a very traditional gentleman
he'd bring some sort of symbolic flower with nice meanings like pink camellias, red chrysanthemums, dahlias, gardenias, etc paired with white baby's breaths
i could also just see him going with roses bc they're classic
he'd take you somewhere nice
a nice restaurant or a hilltop picnic, maybe
it would honestly probs be on valentines day or some other date that he liked the sound of (like 1/11 or smth. he wanted it to be a pretty-sounding date)
he'd plan everything out very carefully and it would be so romantic
"y/n... ur the most beautiful girl i've ever met. you're sweet, kind, thoughtful, and you make me so happy. when i'm with you, i forget about all my worries and im able to just be myself, and for that, i truly thank you. y/n, you make me a better person. will you be my valentine?"
when you accepted, he'd let out a sigh of relief and gently hold your hand and whisper a soft "thank you" that gives u so many butterflies
very romantic and very well thought-out
MIYA ATSUMU
you!
this might be a tad bit controversial
idk i just feel like he's never confessed before and doesn't even know how
he'd be scared to lose u and scared that he'll be rejected and his pride will be wounded
the most likely scenario i can think of is this:
on valentines day, you, his bsf, put a love letter along with some candy on his desk
ofc he doesn't see it or read it bc he gets so many that he doesn't rlly read them if he doesn't recognize the name, and u didn't put ur name on the envelope
later that day, ugs r walking together and just chatting when the topic of love letters and valentines stuff comes up
and at some point, u casually mention that u gave someone a love letter to someone
bro literally chokes on his drink and his heart drops to someone
"WHO"
"hmm.. idk if i should tell u"
"TELL MEEEE IM UR BSFFF"
"idk.. should i rlly?"
"Y/NNNN"
"fine, u big baby. i'll give u a hint. they're on the volleyball team."
"HUH? WHO IS IT? IS IT KITA? ARAN? wait don't tell me its suna? OHMIGOSH IS IT SAMU? NO PLS DONT TELL ME ITS SAMU"
"its not."
"oh thank god. who is it?"
"you."
"HUH"
yeah
he tries to play it cool but hes literally so flustered and its so obvious
when he accepts he tries to keep up the cool act but at some he just abandons it and swoops u up into a rlly giddy happy hug
hes a big dorky baby rlly, but hes ur big dorky baby ig
MIYA OSAMU
osamu!
he'd confess with food bc duh
food is the way to the heart
im still deciding on whether he'd make chocolates or just like onigiris or smth but im kinda leaning towards onigiris bc it just seems more him
he'd make some rlly good chocolate tho
either way, it'd be pretty chill
"here." *hands onigiri to u*
"huh? what's this for?" *takes a bite* "thanks tho."
"y/n, i like you."
*almost chokes* "huh?"
"r u serious?"
"dead serious."
"like r u actually being fr?"
"so fr."
"r u sure ur not playing w/ me?"
"u never shut up, do ya?"
and then he kisses u on the lips to shut up, catching u off guard
"i'm a pretty damn good cook. that's fuckin amazing"
"TF"
IWAIZUMI HAJIME
you!
tbh at first i thought iwa but after giving it a little more thought, i don't think he would ( i can imagine a few scenarios in which he would, but i feel its a bit unlikely! )
he rlly treasures ur friendship, and losing it would be his literal worst nightmare
bro had no intention of ever revealing it tbh
if you confessed, he'd probs honestly just play it rlly cool bc hes genuinely so effortlessly like dominant its so ADJHHDAAH
HOWEVER i love the idea of iwa confessing ( i don't think he would but uh i want him to) so i thought up a lot of scenarios i could see happening, but the one i'm the most satisfied with is this:
him picking up his phone at 4am in the morning to here your drunk ass mumbling abt some shit he can't remember but his car is under repairs so he runs to pick you up
he arrives quickly and when you see him, you run and jump into his arms, giddily drunk
he carries you back on his back, and at some point, you drunkily mumble how you like him (ig even in this u ended up confessing first lol)
he mumbles how he does too, but decides to wait until you're sober to address it
when you're sober the next day, he confronts you
"hey, so uh, y/n?"
"yeah?"
"yesterday... when u were drunk, u... said some stuff."
"oh gosh. what embarrassing shit did i say this time?"
"you said that you liked me."
"oh."
then there's the awkward process of "did u mean it?" "yeah." "oh ok. i like u too"
then yay! couple!
sweet
SUGAWARA KOSHI
suga!
it'd be a very classic high school confession
he'd ask u to meet somewhere private, special, or sentimental/significant to ugs
rosy-eared, he'd ask u to be his gf nervously
super super happy when u say yes
this one's short bc i've alr talked abt it in a diff post. it's the falling in love w/ sugawara koshi one :) go check it out!
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—akaashi keiji ; sharing my heart is tearing it apart
a/n ; [fem!reader] THIS IS ACTUALLY MY ENGLISH ESSAY I RE-WROTE TO FIT WITH AKAASHI. 😭 this is angst no comfort by the way :3
chrysanthemum !
the oceans whisper sounded like an owl’s coo, a melody that no one else could treasure except y/n. never eerie, but a comfortingly cold embrace. the breeze was chilly, looking up to the hole of light in the sky. it felt like a fever dream, but only to y/n. a passing midnight breeze sends a feverish chill down her spine, all the way down to the edge of her worn out white sneakers digging into the crisp sand. the ocean sways and dances gently, as the waves glisten in the moonlight.
hands in the pocket of her white windbreaker, staring down as her shoes make prints in the sand. alternative rock blasts through her ears, which bass makes a faint noise outside of her earphones mushing with the wave’s tranquil calls.
“y/n?”
“what are you doing here?” the same voice gently asks.
swiftly, y/n looks back, eyes widening. in the midst of the dark, her eyes interlock with the owner of the familiar voice.
“keiji? i-… i’m… just… having some time to myself.” she mutters.
“another fight?” he knew her mind lingered on the thought that she was the reason her parents mercilessly fought every day. keiji knew, by the way her eyebrows stitch together a little tighter and her voice a little deeper. every day he wishes it was him who had to endure what she goes through.
“i…” her voice breaks.
keiji takes a step closer, a hand away. he extends his hand, slim and tan.
y/n crashes her body onto his. keiji has no hesitation into accepting her call for help in her grasp and the tight clench she had on the back of his now tear-soaked jacket. y/n's vision is hazy, helpless head in a daze.
“i wish i was buried six feet underground, but oh my i also wish i was buried in your arms.” she thought. she holds a grudge against herself like she does a hand.
“why would you even glance at a wretch like me?” she muttered.
he purses his lips. “i comfort because you cannot save people. you can only love them.”
y/n ponders if she is really worth of this love. was she born without love or just unlovable?
the night is over-time, and the sunrise is late, orange beams bleeding into the border of the horizon and its misty clouds. the sky appeared as a child had grazed the sky with warm and cold tones of chalk.
y/n breaks the hug, hands still on his waist, wind breaking the silence and its tension. her eyes now outlined a blush rose colour, so beautiful yet holding so much pain by a thread.
“let’s take down the world together.” words sweet as a treat, dripping of honey, the uttered words glued into y/n’s mind.
they walk pinkies intertwined; souls taped together by band-aids.
the bustling of early school arrives, the noise of chirping seagulls fills arabella’s ears.
keiji looks up to the skies, “it’s nice having our school near the beach. it puts you at ease quickly.”
y/n and keiji bid their farewells to separate paths for their first period. keiji eyes stick to y/n's hesitant pinkie still woven onto his.
y/n watches keiji as he walks off, but something catches her eyes making her glimpse back to his direction.
keiji, hands holding onto another girls.
they shared a smile, then a toothy giggle.
keiji lifts their laced hands to his lips, pressing their hands onto the same lips that once reclaimed that they would take down the world together.
his smile like cold ice-tea, sparkly eyes of a dull gunmetal blue and heart as full and warm as a bonfire.
y/n’s chest tightened; throat clenched by a merciless thorned hand. her heart felt heavy, as it was pulled by the heartstrings, blood dripping from it. the blood builds up into a lump in her throat, making her trance a muddy and smeared blur.
it felt like heart was cracking. snapping, even.
too immune to cry, all the blades that dug deep into her back felt like feathers. no more shine in her eyes, but now rotten. the heart she wore on her sleeve, stepped on and bruised.
chrysanthemums, which can mean "i love you" in some cultures, but "you're a wonderful friend" in others.
all she wanted was to be loved so desperately that her fingers shook with it,
“i am not beautiful.”
“but i could be.”
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"i’m so tired," you groaned, planting yourself headfirst into the crumpled pages of your notebook.
"do you need a break?" akaashi asked, his eyes still focused on the notebook in front of him, "we’ve been studying for quite a while now and it’s getting pretty late."
you turned your head to face your boyfriend, half of your face still buried in the ink pages. "why do you look so handsome in glasses?" you mumbled absentmindedly, eyelids feeling heavier with every passing second. "you look hot," you continued with a goofy smile, glancing lovingly into his dark blue eyes.
even though akaashi didn’t immediately respond to any of your sudden compliments, the way his hand tensed and stopped writing was enough to tell you that he was flustered by your comments.
"you sound like you’re drunk," akaashi responded with a low chuckle, running a hand through his soft, raven hair to hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks.
"drunk on my love for you," you drawled out with a small giggle. mustering up the last bit of energy, you stood up from your side of the table with your arms wide open. before akaashi could protest, you plopped yourself comfortably onto his lap, catching him by surprise.
you wrapped your arms tightly around his torso, gently nuzzling your face onto his shoulder as you took in his familiar and comforting scent.
akaashi felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips at your sudden clinginess. you always seemed to crave physical touch more when you were tired. smiling down at your adorable state, he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, pulling you closer into his chest.
"do you wanna go to bed?" akaashi asked, his soft voice barely a whisper as he looked down at you with nothing but pure adoration.
you shook your head, looking up at your boyfriend with a small pout, "you're comfier."
akaashi's eyes widened ever so slightly, the tips of his ears turning redder and redder by the second. he quickly averted his eyes away from your smug ones, mentally cursing himself for getting flustered over your words so easily.
although akaashi still refused to look at you, his hand started to rub up and down your back soothingly.
you like to think that it was more of a subconscious action that he does, similar to how your thumb would rub circles on the back of his hand reassuringly when you could sense that he was starting to overthink situations again.
"cute," akaashi mumbled. he said it so softly that you wondered if he had even meant to say it aloud, but you were already halfway through to dreamland to give it a second thought.
"goodnight, love."
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𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬; 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮
content: Keiji Akaashi x reader — how Akaashi would comfort a mentally drained, overthinking reader | hurt/comfort, established relationship | 1.0k words
warnings: mentions of burnout and stress
notes: Write comfort fics for when you need comfort >>>
[7:37 p.m.]
At the peak of hopelessness, you hunched over your work area. Opened in front of you were files of unfinished artworks. However, despite the flashes of color and potential references, you couldn’t think of something to create.
The submission for your client was tomorrow night. You've been working on this project for a week and still haven't produced a favorable outcome. You have several drafts, but none of them are adequate or even close to workable.
You wished to pause time for a moment to catch your breath. Close all browser windows and relax in the comforting presence of your husband – who is situated behind you on the bed, busy with work. He’s sporting an old sweater and has his working glasses on, making him look cozier than he already is. You desired - no, required - a break, but you cannot afford to waste time.
So, grudgingly, you pull yourself together and scroll through the number of unpolished drafts. Hoping and praying that a sliver of creativity will enter your burnt-out mind.
[9:50 p.m.]
Akaashi brings you a sandwich, sliced apples, and a cup of hot tea. You looked at the clock and were surprised to see that it had already been 2 hours. A sense of dread rose in your chest.
Akaashi kisses your brow while leaning in to inspect your work. "That looks incredible, hon." He says while lightly stroking your hair. You close your eyes and relish in the feeling, desperate to succumb to the grip of sleep. "Please don't overwork yourself, okay?"
You have to force yourself to nod. “Okay. You too.”
Akaashi hums before returning to his editorial proposals. Looking back at your work, you couldn't see what he meant by "incredible". All you could point out were flaws and squandered opportunities. Every line and color on the screen screams mediocre.
At this point, you were beyond worried about what your client would think. They trusted you, and in return, you are giving them a piece of rubbish.
You are running out of time.
You rub your eyes, willing the exhaustion to leave. In desperation, you try to arrange the elements on the screen, seeking to fix the compositions.
The color scheme is revolting. There's almost nothing to look at.
Aware of the worst possible outcomes, the weariness of looking at the same things over and over again and not coming up with anything new seemed to weigh heavier than it did. Before you knew it, you were spiraling through the surging panic of endless possibilities of failure.
[10:00 p.m.]
“Akaashi.” You say his name like a plea. As if chanting it would push back the thoughts that were threatening to cave in.
“Yes, love?” He calls out. You remain frozen in the spot. Unable to squeeze out a reply. The bed shifts and Akaashi find himself kneeling beside you. Slowly, he angles your chair so he can see your face better. He holds your cheeks, surprised to feel their coldness, and asks, "What's wrong?"
"I can't do anything right," You say.
He scans your eyes. "That’s not true, you know that. What caused these thoughts, hm?"
You leaned forward to his touch, resting your forehead on his shoulders. Exhausting. It was all so exhausting. So silent yet so loud.
He takes your hand in his and squeezes it, attempting to bring blood and warmth back to your pale skin. “Can you feel this?” He presses his thumb against your palm, gently but firmly enough to draw your attention away from the overwhelming feeling in your chest.
You nod, drawing yourself inexorably closer to him. Akaashi carefully pulls you up and guides you to sit at the side of the bed.
“Fight it off love. It’s not true. I’m right here, I won’t leave.” He says repeatedly as he tucks your head under his chin. His one hand constantly presses down on your cold hands, while the other gently strokes your hair.
You feel the first stream of tears roll down your cheeks.
Akaashi hums a familiar worship tune near your ear. You allow the warm sensation of familiarity to embrace you. Allow his heartbeat to guide your breathing, and his presence to ground you in a state of calm.
"Lend me your sorrows, and I'll face each one of them with you," He says.
So you did. You voiced out each fear slipping through the surface.
…Your fear of settling for less because you are unable to produce something better.
…Your fear of not being able to produce anything good, coherent, or worthy of the request.
…Your fear of not meeting the standard.
Akaashi listened throughout it all. Intently, so.
Speaking your concerns aloud was enough to alleviate some of your unease. It was able to make you realize that some of the doubts were only the result of your overthinking.
When the last of your worries were recited, Akaashi didn’t waste time pulling you from his chest to look you in the eye. He kisses a stray tear away. "Success is not measured by how productive you are or how much you put yourself in," He says softly. A gentle caress. “It is not measured by how much you can do until your body is forced to break down because it can no longer function."
Brushing the strands of hair off of your face, he continues. “You’re just burnt out at the moment. So please, take a break, okay?”
You adamantly shake your head. You can’t waste time. “I can’t. I need to finish it all.”
Akashi's eyes soften, a look of patience on his face. “It’s not a matter of you can’t, love. You must. I’ll help you brainstorm ideas after you’ve had at least a little rest. You need it.”
Upon seeing that you have no choice. He is right after all. You give in, nodding. “Okay.”
Akaashi pulls you to the center of the bed and positions you comfortably in front of him. He holds you until he notices your even breathing, indicating you've fallen asleep.
In the stillness, he whispers, "I’ll fight off every thought that’s too loud for even you to silence." A promise marked on this day and for the future beyond.
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You decide that you love seeing Akaashi Keiji wear glasses after you got used to seeing him wear them. You have always found the way he scrunches his nose to raise his glasses adorable. You fawn at how he effortlessly looks attractive when he uses his fingers to push it up. You love the way he coolly takes them off when they get fogged up from drinking coffee or tea. And you also found it cute when he looks slightly frustrated when they get knocked off from his face. (You fix it for him whenever you have the opportunity.)
You also love it when he has them off. You can see his murky blue eyes clearer and his facial features that are usually hidden by his eye frame are now visible. He also tends to lean closer to your face to see it clearly. (Which never fails to make your heartbeat faster and the butterflies cause a storm in your stomach.)
But it doesn’t really matter does it? Because no matter what he wears or do Akaashi Keiji will always be the cutest, prettiest and most handsome person you will ever encounter in your life.
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a coffee shop crush
akaashi x reader
summary: the new hire at your favorite coffee shop is really cute..
warnings: not proofread
a/n: coffee shop au yayyy
pt 2 here!
you walk through the doors of your favorite cafe minutes after school lets out, the comforting fragrance of coffee beans welcoming you in. you couldn't wait to pair your homework with a nice cup of coffee to make it a bit more bearable.
you walk up to the counter and you see sato, one of the employees here. you know him because of how regularly you come. it's a very small cafe with a cozy vibe that all the instagrammers are looking for but will never find. all of the employees know you by now, as you come everyday without fail.
"l/n-chan! good to see ya. what can i get ya today?"
"sato-kun! hello! i'd like the usual, please."
"sounds great." he smiles, writing down your name and order on a medium-sized cup.
"akaashi-kun! brown sugar shaken espresso with an extra shot, please." sato-kun calls out. "your order will be out soon, l/n-chan."
"akaashi..? new hire?" you question.
"yup. hard-working, skilled, meticulous. he's easily the best barista despite having joined the team literally today." he sighs. "he's the guy over there." sato continues, pointing over to the boy shaking up your drink. you watch as he pours it out into a cup and places it on the counter.
"brown sugar shaken espresso with an extra shot for l/n!" he calls out.
woah. his voice is unexpectedly pretty. not too low, not too high. it has a sort of calm and collected vibe to it. upon closer inspection of the boy, he's actually kind of cute. no scratch that, really cute. he has fluffy-looking black hair, and his eyes are the prettiest shade of blue. he has perfect skin and large hands (hands are low-key a turn on don't hate) his expression gives the same vibe as his voice. peaceful, calm, collected, serene. he's so gorgeous that he could be a model.
"brown sugar shaken espresso with an extra shot for l/n! l/n!" akaashi repeats.
"ah, that's me, sorry." you say as you pick up your drink.
he gives you a small smile. "enjoy."
your heart beats a little faster. he's cute. like really cute. you kind of just want to stare at him instead of your homework. (granted, you'd rather stare at a wall than your homework)
you don't want to miss the chance to make him remember you and make a good first impression. you like knowing a bit about all the employees here, anyways.
"thank you so much! also, my name is l/n y/n. i'm a regular here, so you'll see me around often." you say, trying to be as polite as possible.
"ah, i see." he says with a soft smile. "akaashi keiji. i started working here today. nice to meet you."
"nice to meet you."
you both exchange polite introductions before you begin to scan your eyes for a seat.
"well, it was nice meeting you, akaashi-san."
"you too, l/n-san."
you felt your heart whooping at that moment. though it was small, you could tell that a little crush for him was forming in your heart.
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don’t hold it against me | akaashi keiji
cw: delinquent(ish)!reader, college president!keiji, drug use (weed), alcohol, mentions of reader drinking excessively, mentions of injuries (bruises+bloody knuckles), mentions of enemies to (kind of) lovers, angst, toxic relationship! do not stick around if you are in a relationship like this, on either side tbh.
an: here’s a songfic based on friday by freak slug! lyrics are in italics.. also although the pronouns in the song are she/her, the reader is gn! both akaashi and reader are in college. also for the record, i absolutely take my shoes off in the house, but it fit more if reader didn’t care for that.
friday night, i watch her clean her room,
i love and hate her at the same time
keiji watches in silence as he watches you fold your clothes. you’ve been at it for an hour now, silently working your way through the mess of clothes you’d dragged out of the dryer earlier. there’s something so enchanting about you, something that makes his gut churn. never before did he think that beauty could be captured in the image of his former rival; hair still wet from the shower and bruises dusting their jaw.
“i know the my face is fucked, but didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to stare?”
“your face isn’t fucked (name).”
you snort, shifting onto your knees. now that the light from your lamp falls onto your face more, keiji can see the cut on your cheekbone more clearly. it’s finally stopped bleeding but the skin around it is red and slightly swollen. he’ll have to put some ointment on it for you, if you’ll let him.
“then why’re ya staring?”
“you look cute.”
there’s a silence which seems to reverberate around the room and akaashi regrets his words a little bit. he’s not often so forward. maybe it had scared you. maybe—
soft lips press against his, and he gasps into your mouth. you swallow it down with a hunger he’d never thought you were capable of. cold hands press against your knees, the icy feeling freezing your skin through the thick material of your sweatpants, keiji pushes down till your thighs give out and you’re loose-limbed beneath him.
he pulls away, eyes wide, waiting and watching as you wipe your mouth with the back of your sleeve, gulping down air. you look like you’ve been winded, though in a way, maybe you have been. it’s not everyday akaashi keiji, the tired and serious college president who speed walks around campus with copious amounts of coffee lets his guard down and kisses someone.
“you...why did you do that?”
“you kissed me (name),” he rolls his eyes, leaning over to pluck the t shirt you’d chucked aside, “but if you’re talking about calling you cute, it’s because you are.”
“i hate you.”
akaashi hums, leaning over to kiss your temple. there’s a certain fondness in it that leaves a sour taste in his mouth. the same taste that he gets whenever he catches your reflection in the mirror, those pretty eyes of yours looking at him with something so soft it makes his chest hurt. you’d never looked at anyone else like that, as far as he knew.
and he knew well. you’d known each other since your first year of college, though you’d been much less friendly then. he’d been the top student, loved by all and best friends with the entirety of the year it seemed due to his high school volleyball team being strong in the national tournament, and you’d been the never-ending thorn in his side, completely set on destroying his perfect little world for whatever sadistic reason you had. he knows it’s not fair, but keiji can’t help but still feel bitter over it, even if it was 2 years ago now.
“i hate you too.”
keiji wishes he didn’t mean it.
...
i wanna get her out the mess she’s in,
but she don’t ever want to come to mine
you stumble over to akaashi’s friend, the volleyball player with two-toned hair and glinting eyes. he’s a nice guy from what you can tell, but in fairness, right now, you can’t tell anything.
“hey (name)!” you nod in his direction, partly because if you speak it will come out slurred and partly because you can’t remember his name. “d’ya want some water? you’ve been going pretty heavy on the drinks.”
you shake your head and he nods, eyeing you like he doesn’t quite believe you. still, he doesn’t force it which you can appreciate even in your daze. you’re a few too many shots in and a familiar heavy feeling is starting to press against your eyes, leaving your mind blank.
“don’t you want something to drink though? haven’t seen you with anything but water this entire night.”
“ah, my diet plan doesn’t allow for it. plus there’s no harm in tryna cut down either,” his eyes crinkle as he smiles at you, a genuine one though you can’t help but let your pride get hurt. it seemed like a targeted attack. you wouldn’t be surprised if it was in fairness, keiji had probably told him a thing or two about the times you’d rung him up off your face, crying until you passed out in his lap after he’d come and picked you up.
you didn’t have time to dwell on his words for too long though, because a disgusting feeling was starting to prickle all over your skin. biting the inside of your cheek, you blink quickly in an attempt to stop the room from spinning before you feel the urge to throw up all over the volleyball player’s shoes.
“uh (name)? you look a little—”
“where’s kei–keiji?” a whimper bubbles in your throat. “i don’t feel good.”
the other steadies you with one hand, looking around for his friend. luckily, he spots him pretty quickly and beckons him over. not that he needs to. as soon as akaashi had seen you sway, he’d excused himself from the pretty blonde that he’d been talking to.
“(name)?” a cold hand presses against your back, pulling you in so your nose bumps keiji’s. “hey, it’s okay. you wanna go home? i can take you.”
“my home? can we go to my home?”
the other suppresses a groan. this is an argument he’s all too used to and yet to win. “i can’t (name). bokuto-san is here, i can’t just make him go to mine alone.”
“i wanna stay with you though.”
he scrunches his nose at your slurred speech, “you can come to mine.”
“no.”
“(name)—”
the music seems to get louder, the lights brighter. tears make your eyes watery and sore, eyelids heavy with sleep and alcohol. you don’t know how much it hurts akaashi when he sees your sad expression.
“i wanna go home. not to yours, i don’t like it.”
“you’ve never been.”
“your friend can come to mine if he wants, i can ask my—”
keiji sighs, frustration rising in his voice, “for fuck’s sake (name), why can’t you just come to mine? it’s closer.” bokuto watches you from a couple of metres away, not quite sure what to say. you don’t seem to care though, pushing your friend – boyfriend? no, probably not – away again. “why are you so goddamn stubborn? it’s been over a year and you still refuse to come to my place. i just want to help.”
you bite your lip as keiji drops your hand, crossing his arms instead. the air around you has changed, you can feel it, and you’re sure bokuto can do, if his awkward glances between the two of you is anything to go by.
“why don’t you want to come to mine?” akaashi sounds defeated now, but you don’t waver, not even in the slightest. it hurts him more than you realise. “why can’t you just accept my help?”
because what if you change your mind? because what if you kick me out? what if you become another person who gets tired of me?
all of these thoughts crowd your head but never seem to slip out of your mouth. instead you say something worse, something much more cruel. instead you attack instead of playing defence because if you deny there’s anything between the two of you, then how will you get hurt later on?
“because it makes us feel real.”
usually akaashi gives in by now. usually he sighs and pulls you in close, maybe wraps his jacket around you before calling a taxi to take the both of you to your place. he crashes on the floor next your bed every time and ends up with you pressed firm against his chest every time. then in the morning he kisses you and makes you pancakes whilst you make his coffee. nowadays, he only likes it if you make it for him.
but for the first time ever, keiji leaves without a word, letting bokuto call a taxi for you. he doesn’t hesitate once as he walks away, and you know you’ve fucked it, even without his friend’s sympathetic smile.
...
friday night, she stays at home
she wanna tell me how she’s getting on fine
she’s so lazy and i don’t get why
she’s looking to get me high
lover??? (7:02pm): come over? i have that honey and chocolate cheesecake you like
lover??? (7:03pm): and i bought scrabble from the charity shop
lover??? (7:03pm): even though you’ll whoop my ass in it
(lover??? (7:04pm): i miss you and i’m scared without you. it’s selfish keiji, i know but things aren’t the same since we stopped talking.
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half an hour later, despite your doubts, akaashi keiji is stood on your doorstep with a small smile on his face. he brings the smell of spring rain and cologne into your flat which is a nice change from the strange scent of black tea and antiseptic cream that clings to you.
“hey.” he doesn’t give much away with his tone as he takes his shoes off and hangs his coat up. you want to tell him there really is no need since neither you nor your roommate care too much for formalities such as those, but then again, keiji had been raised with an incessant need for politeness.
you breathe out through your nose, wondering if he could hear the fast thud of your heartbeat beneath your chest. “hi. it’s been a while.”
“yeah.” keiji stares at the mess that’s taken over your flat, eyes drifting slowly from the take-out boxes that are scattered over various surfaces, then to the ever-growing pile of dirty laundry peaking out from your bedroom door. he’s not surprised by the state of your home, but he is surprised by the embarrassed look on your face. usually you don’t seem to care what others think about your habits.
“i should–i need to apolo—” the black-haired boy crashes his lips against yours, hard and messy as he nips at your tongue. he tastes like strawberry gum and you taste like liquor. he drinks you up, tugging your head back by your hair so he can have access to your mouth, to you. keiji doesn’t seem like the type to kiss with vigour, but here he is, fingers tugging at your scalp and teeth clashing.
finally he pulls back, and air rushes back to your lungs. “don’t say it. i don’t care (name), just don’t say it.”
“you don’t care?”
akaashi flinches at the vulnerability in your voice. the hazy look in his eyes disappears and he visibly softens, cupping your jaw with a thumb rubbing over your bottom lip to soothe where he’d bitten you. “i didn’t mean it like that. what i meant to say was, it’s okay. what you said, it’s okay. let’s just move on.”
no, you think, there’s so much i want to say. “okay. okay, the cheesecake’s in the fridge.”
“forget the cheesecake.” you raise an eyebrow. keiji smiles.
“what do you wanna do then? get high with me?” you mean it as a joke, really you do. kind of. you don’t really mind the idea, but the other probably does. in fairness, it was probably an off joke to make.
“yeah. yeah i do, actually.”
later that night, when you’re in his lap, wisps of smoke curling between your mouths, hot and open, you try to ignore all those thoughts from before, sinking into the numb, relaxed feeling that fights you for control.
you wonder if keiji thinks like you do.
...
i don’t think i’ll be seeing her again
but still love her with all of my heart
the room is lit up by a bright screen, yellowed lighting casting a hue throughout keiji’s bedroom. he can’t escape the large blocked lettering in front of him. Your flight has successfully been booked. it’s a one way ticket to london. he doesn’t need a return.
“hey akaashi—oh, you’re booking your flight?” bokuto waltzes into his room, munching on some cold fries from earlier. he’s stolen one of keiji’s oversized hoodies, which just about fits; his broad shoulders and large muscles straining under the soft fabric. it’s one of akaashi’s favourites. it had been since you’d stolen it, one rainy day in winter last year.
“yeah, i just finished.” akaashi breathes out through his nose. “it feels more real now that i have it all booked.”
“mhm. you excited?” koutarou plops himself down on the floor. “nah, never mind, i know you are. you have that dumb look on your face.”
“i have a dumb look on my face?”
the boys burst into laughter, loud and obnoxious aside from the random giggles that punctuate the older’s snorts. keiji smiles, a real genuine smile that he hadn’t shown anyone for a while now.
“man, i’m gonna miss you.”
“fuck, don’t go sappy on me bokuto.”
“hey, i’m being serious! and it won’t just be me, ya know? (name) too.” the messy-haired boy frowns when he sees akaashi’s smile drop, the tiredness seeping back into his eyes. “what? i thought you guys made up. you said...”
blood thrums in his ears at the mention of your name, pressure building at his temples. despite his desperate attempts to clear his mind, all he can see is you. you with your watery eyes and quiet protests, bitten lips that keiji will want to kiss. he loves you, but you won’t believe him even if he tells you. he knows how you’ll look at him. soft, murky features and hurt, so unbelievably hurt as you clench your jaw and try to smile. just another person walking out of your life.
“you...haven’t told them, have you?”
akaashi shakes his head, sighing deeply. koutarou keeps quiet, because he knows that whatever he says, keiji won’t listen.
there’s no one who can save you from your impending heartbreak.
...
maybe one day she’ll listen what i’ve been saying
but i don’t wanna make it long
i gotta close all the roads to her
so i could really be moving on
a quiet man stares at his phone in the airport, his finger hovering over the screen. from far away he looks like any other college student travelling here or there; tired with a ridiculous amount of coffee sitting by his feet. from up close through, someone might be able to see the tears in his eyes at he stares at the pictures in his gallery.
one of him, his arm slung round another person. the picture has clearly been taken in dim lighting, and you can’t the see their faces clearly, but you can tell they’re a couple of some sort. the other person seems to be mid laugh, eyes glinting like pearls in the low light.
then there’s another of the same person from before, nose scrunched with a cup of black coffee in their hand. it’s too strong for their liking, and the picture is blurred around the edges because akaashi had been laughing at the time of taking it. he’d kissed you right after.
the more and more pictures have been selected, ones of the two of you together, ones of you alone, him alone. keiji considered keeping the candids you’d taken after stealing his phone but he knows they’ll only remind him of you.
sitting in the airport alone, akaashi finally presses delete, and all those memories of you and him have gone from his phone. but not his mind and not from his heart. finally, the tears start falling, and he weeps into his own shoulder, head lowered in shame as the gate opens for his flight.
...
i’m sorry how i did
but i don't think me and you work anymore
high
whatever she holds against me
“london?”
koutarou bites his lip. he hasn’t been able to stay still since you appeared at his front door, soaked from the warm rain outside. “yeah, he’s finishing his degree off there.” he pauses, not able to meet your eyes as you fiddle with the towel he’d given you. “(name), look i’m so sorry that—”
“no, it...it’s not your fault. i should be going now.” you shoot him a grin that doesn’t quite meet your eyes. bokuto nods, opening the door for you.
“if you ever need to, you can come here,” he smiles sympathetically but the awkwardness stays in his eyes. even if he’s being serious, you know you won’t. koutarou isn’t your friend. he’s keiji’s.
“thank you.”
it’s not till you’re about halfway down the hall and sure that he’s shuffled back into his flat that sobs wrack your chest, half-broken as they punctuate the silence around you. london. so far away. and yet, what hurts you most isn’t that he’s left. it’s not even that he didn’t tell you. what hurts the most is the fact you don’t hate him for it. you can’t help but feel some sort of relief on his behalf. there’s sadness with some fear mangled in your chest, an atrocious monster that you don’t want to see the face of. it screams within you, calling out for the boy you’ve loved for so long now.
(pretty boy (11:01am): why didn’t you tell me?
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(pretty boy (11:01am): you’re a fucking asshole
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(pretty boy (11:02am): i still love you
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you can only hope that one day you’ll be able to hate him in the way he hated you.
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glimpse of us // k. akaashi
A/N: AHA! IM BACK BABYYYYYY!!! thank you all so much for your support and well wishes during my hiatus, it meant a lot to me and got me through some rough times. I'm definitely still not fully back and in a transitional period and trying to figure out where I want my content to go from here, so please be patient. I hope you enjoy this and ilysm <3
warnings ⚠️: definitely angst, not great writing [I'm rusty] and akaashi is a dickhead
wordcount: 530 words [it's short 😐]
Akaashi sat awake, the shining moonlight crept into his windows. The light provided a companionship that he seemed to be lacking. His partner rested next to him, her face twitching slightly as she slept soundly. Keji smiled slightly at the drool that escaped her slightly parted lips onto the pillowcase despite himself. The urge to reach over and run his fingers across her sleeping frame was cut short by the light buzz of his phone.
That night Keji made the mistake of texting Bokuto about his wandering thoughts. Keji looked at his previous message
‘Why did I have to let them go?’
Keji sighed, disappointed in his own stupidity. Leaning back onto his pillow, he closed his eyes and allowed the memories to flood again.
-Go ahead and start the song-
To him, y/n was his entire world. She could make the rainiest day filled with light and joy. The apartment they used to share was now filled with this other person, yet here he was at 2:36 am, wishing they were still here.
As Keji sighed, the person with whom he shared this new home leaned over, curling into his chest. ‘If she’s so perfect, do I still wish that it was you?'. What could he do at this point, he was in far too deep. When y/n wasn’t around things felt okay, his relationship thrived and he could feel his heart healing. But when they came back, things fell back apart with his girlfriend.
She had beautiful eyes. That was one of his favorite things about his girlfriend. Everything about her eyes made him fall. Like the way, they conveyed emotion and the way they would sparkle as she looked at him. But when he looked back into them, like really looked in her eyes, he only thought about y/n.
He tried so hard to move on, to fall into her touch but he couldn’t help but think of the way things were. With a small amount of gained courage he looked at Bokuto’s message, ‘So you’re only passing time in her arms until what Keji?' Keji sighed ‘To find a glimpse of us.’
This was all brought on by his encounter with y/n earlier in the day. Keji was grabbing a cup of coffee at a local cafe and saw them on a date. The date was tall, made y/n laugh, and Keji saw the look in y/n’s eyes. That was the way they would look at each other.
Keji got what he wanted, the space he so desired and now he was paying for it. He pretended to move on, that he had grown and that this was all for the best. Yet he couldn’t find out who was this the best for.
And now here he was, trying to fall in love with his girlfriend. She was amazing and Keji could tell she was falling hard and fast. The guilt was there for sure, but for whatever reason, it wasn’t that bad up until now. Because when Keji said that he was fine but he was only passing time,
Until he found a glimpse of what he had
hehe :)
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"you have really long eyelashes"
it catches him off guard. you guys are just laying in your bed scrolling on your own phones. he didn't even feel you staring at him. how long have you been looking?
"thanks?" he replies
"no i mean seriously like drop the lash serum." you joke at him as you continue to observe him.
they're long and thick. the kind of lashes that have a natural curl, unlike yours, that fall straight down and take several minutes to curl to your perfect liking. not to mention the layers of mascara you apply to get them to even remotely look like his.
he turns his head to you and you don't miss his dilated pupils as his eyes bore into yours. you take note of how the lashes perfectly frame his eyes. and you're so jealous.
but then an idea pops into your head, you smile to yourself and he senses it coming.
"can i-"
"no" he cuts you off.
"babe please you don't even know what i was about to say!" you grab onto his shoulder as you plead.
"whatever it is im sure it's going to be bad." he retorts, turning his face away from you and going back on his phone.
"i'll buy you you're favorite food."
and that's how you end up here on his lap with your mascara in your hand. his hair is pushed back as his hands rest on your hips, drawing small circles as he awaits your actions.
you open the bottle with the black liquid and bring the wand close to his eyes. "don't move" you whisper and he listens. mainly because he's scared that you're going to poke his eye out as you bring the wand to the base of his eyelashes and wiggle it slowly before moving it up to coat the length of the lashes. some of the mascara gets on his eyelids. you repeat the actions on the other eye before going back and doing a second coat. you can tell that he might be slightly nervous that you're going to blind him with the way he holds his breath and the grip he has on your hips get ever so slightly tighter.
you move yourself off his lap and he goes to grab his phone so he can see what he looks like.
"wait no not yet, i'm still not done" you say as you go and grab ur q-tips and micellar water.
"still?"
"yes still, i need to clean up the mascara on your eyelids," you say as you place yourself back on his lap. you open the bottle of micellar water and carefully put the clear liquid on the q-tip. you bring the white stick of cotton to his eyes and you tell him to close them. he feels the wet cotton and it's a weird feeling. you watch the q-tip turn darker the more mascara you wipe off.
"okay i'm done!" you say and he opens his eyes and you don't think he's ever looked more majestic. his already long lashes looking even longer and bolder now that he has the mascara to bring them out. you notice that the color of his eyes pop more. "you look so pretty" you smile as lean in to pepper kisses along his face. his cheeks feel warm and he can already tell that they're probably red.
he reaches over to his phone and opens the camera app and switches the camera so he can see himself. and he immediatly notices the stark difference in his eyes with the mascara. he brings his fingers to his lashes to touch them. it feels weird and his eyes kind of feel weighed down. but he has no regrets when he sees you smiling at him so fondly.
"they look nice." he smiles at you, dropping his phone to the side.
"i know right, ugh im so jealous i wish i had your lashes. all my problems would be solved." you say, thinking about the long and excruciating lash routine you perform every morning.
"all of them?"
"yes, all of them."
he chuckles at your words. "alright, but can you take it off now, it feels weird." he says, hands coming to touch his lashes again. you pout as you grab the micellar water you put away and a cotton pad and remove the mascara from his eyelashes, being gentle so that he doesn't lose a few. he appreciates the action. and maybe he would let you put more than just mascara on his face another day.
KAGEYAMA (has the best lashes argue with the wall), suna, tsukishima (genuinely terrified that you're going to make him go blind), OSAMU, kuroo, MATSUKAWA MY LOVE, iwaizumi, OIKAWA (he would eat that shit up), akaashi, kenma, +ur fav.
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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq!
two || three
synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.
pairing: various x gn!reader [ kags, akaashi, atsumu, kenma ]
warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, mentions of cheating, cringe descriptions that aren’t 100% accurate lol
notes: based this off how my friend and i speculate about how the men in hq would be like in bed sooo it’s really just a little jokey joke, so have fun with her :] thinking of making more parts of this with other characters, lemme know what you guys think, and hope you enjoy!!
To be completely honest, KAGEYAMA wouldn’t know much about the list aside from maybe surface level stuff. He knew it was full of nonsensical speculations, nothing but weird projections put onto strangers by other strangers who found them attractive. It creeped him out a little, so that’s as far as he wished to know.
Plus, he had no reason to care about some dumb list—He had you.
“Have you seen this bullshit?!” Well, speak of the devil.
All the training in the world couldn’t have prepared his reflexes for the amount of whiplash you put him through in the span of ten seconds. There he was, minding his business in his dorm room, chilling with a volleyball, then BAM; he’s getting bum-rushed by his 5-foot-something significant other with smoke coming through their ears.
Good thing you had a key because the setter was certain you would’ve smashed right through his door by sheer force.
“Huh??” Frankly, you startled the poor man. The ball that was in the middle of being set toward the ceiling came barreling down on his face, causing him more disorientation. “See—ouch. See what?”
You stood there next to his bed, one hand on your hip while the other practically shoved your phone in his face. He squinted at the harsh light, but eventually his eyes adjusted enough to read the post. His lips formed a confused pout. “That stupid, horny hit-list? What about it?”
“What about it? Some bitch put you on there! Just listen to this garbage, ‘Tobio Kageyama. 6’2ft stoic, and mean Dom who’s pretty damn good with his hands. It’s obvious how much of a perfectionist he is, so be ready for some killer overstimulation. Probably won’t make any noise, and doesn’t know much about aftercare. Overall score: 6/10’. Are they deadass right now?”
Ah. Now he gets it.
He figured it was only a matter of time, homie was very much aware of his status around campus, not to mention being a looker to top it off. However, he figured being in a relationship would lessen his chances of him ending up on it, especially since you weren’t a secret or anything. Guess that list really had no morality after all. Who’d have thought?
“I mean, the audacity to put your name on it knowing damn well if anyone even tried it, I’d gorilla glue all their holes shut.” He snorted, face scrunching slightly at your unusual threat. But, something told him deep down you were being serious.
You continued ranting while pacing back and forth. “But not only that, they completely warped your entire sexual identity just because, what, you know how to mind your business and happen to have a RBF?”
“RBF?” He tilted his head, making you halt mid-rant to admire the adorable sight. How dare he? You were in the middle of seething, dammit.
“Resting Bitch Face.”
He frowned. “I don’t have that.”
“Tobio, you’re doing it right now.”
He huffed, looking away from you in defiance. His face was fine, he thought, a perfectly normal face indeed. A handsome face, he’d even say. Immediately picking up on his sourness, you chuckled softly before reaching over to cup his face and make him look at you. Kageyama instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, his frown still apparent, but a little less heavy once it met your soft gaze. “Don’t be pouty.”
“I’m not…” he mumbled, cheeks squished under your palms. A small blush bloomed across the apples at your teasing giggle. “You’re the one that’s upset, not me. Why do you care if they misrepresented how I am in bed? Shouldn’t you be happy it’s inaccurate?”
Now it was your turn to huff, your bottom lip sticking out. Kageyama’s eyes honed in on its pillowy surface instantly, licking his own as he restrained himself; there’d be plenty of time for that later.
“I mean, yeah but…I don’t know. It just…feels icky knowing there are random people around campus theorizing about your dick size in the comments, or if you cry after an orgasm. The least they could’ve done was be a little accurate if they’re gonna cause us all this trouble.”
“Us? Pretty sure I’m the victim here. Who sucks at aftercare, apparently.” He scoffed, of which earned another giggle from you. “Besides, the only person I care about knowing any of that stuff is right here. They can take their 6/10 and fuck right off. I know my baby would rate me higher than that, right?”
You pursed your lips, avoiding eye contact as you playfully ignored his obvious bait for praise. Kageyama doesn’t take too kindly to that. He softly glared at you, arms tightening their hold around your waist and pulling you even closer to his toned chest.
“Oh, it’s like that, huh? That’s fine.”
Before you could register what happened, your boyfriend swept you up without struggle and gently tossed you onto his bed. “However, I will admit they were right about one thing.”
With a slight bounce, you couldn’t fight the delighted squeal as you watched him prowl towards you.
“Oh, really? And what’s that?”
He hummed softly, large hands traveling up your legs from the ankles all the way to your inner thighs before spreading them open to rest in between them. Finding home there for a brief moment, Kageyama practically smothered you under his gaze, attention once again zeroing in on your lips. He could feel his restraint dissipating, biting his own lip before slowly leaning down to place warm kisses against your skin. He left no spot unloved until he eventually stopped at your ear, his warm breath sending chills down your spine.
“I’m pretty damn good with my hands.”
Like Kageyama, AKAASHI didn’t care to know much about the list. He knows a good chunk of guys that ended up on it personally, and based on the conversations he’s heard them have it sounded like nothing but trouble.
And he was right to assume such.
One afternoon a few of his friends came barreling toward him during his break in between classes, each sporting various expressions that ranged from extreme determination (Bokuto) to absolute amusement (Kuroo), while the third looked as if they were brought there against their will (Kenma). Slowly, Akaashi lowered his sandwich with a sigh; so much for a peaceful lunch.
“AKAASHI.” Bokuto exclaimed, hands slamming down on the table to keep himself from nearly toppling the man. Akaashi flinched slightly at the volume, but before he could reprimand him, Bokuto grabbed him by his shoulders and looked him square in the eyes with grand intensity. “How could you be so selfish? I thought I raised you better than this, young man!”
The former setter gaped; that’s not at all what he was expecting to hear. It didn’t help when Kuroo started busting a lung, both hands on his knees as his hyena-esque laugh bounced off the walls of the canteen. Kenma side-eyed the business major before going back to playing some game on his phone, offering the ravenette a soft greeting, then helping himself to a chair.
Akaashi acknowledged the pudding-head with a small nod, sharp eyes redirecting back to his senior as he removed the rough hands from his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you cheating on [_____]!”
Akaashi blinked. Then, like a switch, his eyes nearly popped out his head as he registered the spiker’s words.
“WHAT.”
Kuroo, after finally catching his breath, gave a hearty exhale as he placed a hand on Bo’s shoulder. “Way to rip off the bandaid, buddy. Thought we agreed to work our way up to that part.”
“Screw that! I demand answers! Can’t believe I’ve been friends with a no good, cheating scumbag, hmph.” Akaashi blanched at the harsh accusation, falling deeper and deeper into a state of pure shock.
“Wait, hold on—”
“Whoa there, let’s not jump to conclusions. The man hasn’t even gotten the chance to speak for himself. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this whole thing.” Kuroo reasoned, but was obviously eating it up. Kenma lightly scoffed.
“You’re so full of shit.” He voiced, not even bothering to lift his gaze away from the game. Kuroo gasped dramatically at the dig, hand over his heart and everything. The former paid him no mind.
Akaashi abruptly stood. “Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on? I’m not cheating on [______], who’s spreading such a thing?”
Bokuto squinted. “Oya? Then how do you explain this?”
Like incriminating evidence being shown to a jury, the silver-haired tank pulled up the updated version of the list on his phone that was posted over an hour ago. Akaashi was still perplexed until he saw it. His name. Oh, god no.
Akaashi snatched the device to get a closer look just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of prank. To his dismay, the post was legit. Oh, god no.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”
“Uh huh, busted your ass!” Bokuto snatched the phone back only for Kuroo to then take it from him. “Hey!”
Clearing his throat, the sly bastard began reading the caption. “‘Keiji Akaashi. 6’0ft tall, pretty boy with intelligent steel blue eyes. His mysterious nature and bored expression would automatically put him under the Dom category, but I can see right through him.’ Wow, they make you sound like some sort of experiment.”
“Don’t read that outloud!” Akaashi lunged forward, only to be stopped by a large hand in his face. “Omf-! Fohkuto-son!”
“What? Ashamed of yourself? You should be, traitor!”
Kuroo continued. “‘What many would believe to be the strong silent type, I believe there’s a sensitive side to him. That’s why I declare Keiji Akaashi to be a Switch with Sub-leaning tendencies, who’s not afraid to be vocal and would 100% let you peg him. 11/10. Would fuck again.’ Holy shit, this is gold.”
“Jesus Christ,” Akaashi felt like his entire face was on fire. This was like his worst nightmare come to life, and apparently now everyone on campus could participate in his misery. “This cannot be happening to me…”
“Oh, me, me, me. Is that really all you can say for yourself? What about [_____], huh? How do you think they’d feel after finding out their boyfriend is an unfaithful—”
“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON MY S/O, BOKUTO-SAN. That isn’t even the purpose of the list, you should know, you’re on it too!”
Bokuto gaped. “I am??”
Akaashi groaned, sinking back into his seat. His hands dragged across his face in distress, feeling as if he aged ten years from this mishap alone. But, Bokuto had a point—How were you feeling about all this? Had you seen it?
Luckily, he didn’t need to wonder for long.
“Keiji!”
He flinched, as did the two stooges hovering near him. Kenma was the only one to greet you normally while everyone else resembled deer in headlights; this immediately alarmed you. What you expected to be a surprise lunch with your boyfriend since your class let out early, now felt as if you just walked in on an intervention. After taking in the weird atmosphere, you eyed Akaashi with mild confusion. “Uh…is everything okay?”
“It’s all good, [_____]! Turns out my best friend isn’t a scumbag after all. Akaashi is definitely not cheating on you, so no harm done!”
You did a double-take in bewilderment; didn’t expect that. “O..kay?”
Bokuto looked so proud of his declaration, chest puffed out whilst Kuroo looked like he could barely hold it together. Your boyfriend clearly had seen better days, frown heavy as he glared at his seniors; all he wanted was to eat his goddamn sandwich.
Eventually, you decided to just take a seat next to him, pulling out your own food while the two former captains began bickering about who knows what. Kenma continued to play his game, happily taking the apple slices you graciously slid over to him as a boost. After you got situated, Akaashi instantly plopped his head right on your shoulder, desiring comfort from the emotional turmoil he just endured.
You kissed away the stress lines on his forehead before opening up your bento, already having an idea in mind as to what’s gotten him so deflated. But, you spared him any further humiliation—You planned to report that stupid post later anyways.
You chilled outside the locker rooms waiting for ATSUMU, upon his request to walk you back to the dorms after practice was over. You told him there was no need, that you’d be fine walking back on your own, but he insisted.
And you were so glad he did.
While you were waiting, you mindlessly scrolled on Twitter until a familiar username caught your attention; @/FckIt22. Everyone knew of the infamous ‘Horny Bucket List’ going around and boosting already inflated egos, speculating and even sometimes outing people of their most lewd fantasies with popular guys on campus. You couldn’t help but watch the drama unfold every time there’d be a new update to the list, eating it up whenever it’d be someone you knew, or someone you would’ve never guessed to be on it.
And to your surprise, after you refreshed the page, it was both. Your mouth was slightly ajar when a picture of your boyfriend’s boyish grin greeted you, in his volleyball jersey, soaked with sweat and hair pushed back from his forehead; looking like a full course meal.
Eagerly, you tapped in to read the thread attached to the image, intrigued to know what was said about Atsumu until…
“...The fuck?”
As quick as your excitement came, there it went. Right there, in big letters for the whole campus, no, the entire internet to see was your boyfriend’s face attached with someone else’s name. And not just any someone.
‘O S A M U M I Y A’
You didn’t know whether to laugh, or what. Could they’ve seriously not been bothered to make sure they had the right twin? And not only that, they mentioned you in the thread. Didn’t bother to @ you, though.
That only pissed you off even further.
‘Osamu Miya. 6’1ft of muscle and charm, whose insatiable appetite won’t be satisfied until he’s had your thighs wrapped around his face for an hour AT LEAST. Not the most expressive, but make no mistake that he’s the ultimate brat tamer; no doubt [______] could attest to that.’
“I know damn well they didn’t just…” You muttered in disbelief, shaking your head as you read on.
‘But, if you’re good, he mayyyy let you top. Don’t think for a second you’re in control tho. Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for daysss. Doubt this man does anything but grunt and groan, but overall he still gets an 8/10. Yum ♡.’
Wow.
You weren’t expecting to see your future brother-in-law painted in this light today, but supposed there was a first for everything. To be fair, whomever ran the account sure knew how to sell a fantasy, but it didn’t excuse the lack of decorum they had. You felt a little disturbed, almost violated. One could only imagine how the twins would feel if they saw this…
“Hey there, stranger.” You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion; speak of the devil. Atsumu wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, placed his chin on your shoulder, and gave a loving squeeze. “Ya ready?”
“Uh, yeah.” You quickly locked your phone.
A little too quick.
A small pout formed on his face. He immediately called you out. “What’re ya lookin’ at?”
“Hm?”
“Your phone, y’were lookin’ at something.” Noticing your shifty behavior, his grip around you loosened a little as he strained his neck to look you square in the face. It wasn’t long before a teasing grin spread across his. His eyebrows wiggled, “Ya lookin’ at porn?”
With a roll of your eyes, you lightly jabbed him in his bicep. “Yeah, ‘Tsumu. I was totally looking at porn. You got me.”
Atsumu shrugged, sporting an even bigger grin as he started to sway both of you. “Hey, no judgement here. But don’t forget ya got the real deal right here, darlin’. Whenever you need it, your lovely boyfriend will take care of ya. All’s ya gotta do is ask.”
He spun you around in his hold, and grabbed your hips. With low, tired eyes he stared deeply into your soul. His lopsided grin brought more damage to your already fluttering heart, not to mention his semi that was now pressed against your stomach; this man had been dying to have you in his arms for a while, it seemed. However, even with this sexual tension growing between the two of you...you just couldn’t help yourself.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Osamu.”
Immediately, his grin dropped. You did your best to remain stoic, but the absolute disgust that took over his face was just too good. Your body began to shake with laughter, small snickers escaping you as you bit your lip to hold it back. Atsumu was not amused.
“That joke wasn’t funny back in high school, [______], still ain’t funny now…”
“Oh, this is no joke. As of today, my boyfriend’s Osamu Miya, and apparently he’s my brat-tamer. Did you know that he won’t even let me top unless I’ve been good-?”
“Knock it off.” Atsumu glared, gently pinching your sides. You squirmed, but the teasing smile you had didn’t falter. “What’s gotten into ya? Tryin’ to get a rise outta me or somethin’?”
“Oh, you haven’t seen it yet?”
“Seen what?”
You unlocked your phone and showed him the thread. Atsumu held a look of utter confusion, squinting at it until it eventually registered what you were showing him. He’d heard about the list that circled around on campus, some of his friends and teammates used to brag, or complain about it to him when they ended up on it. At first, he found it entertaining…but now?
“THE FUCK?”
He snatched the phone out of your hands to get a closer look, catching on to what you’d originally been hiding from him in the beginning; Atsumu wished it had been porn.
“That’s what I said!” You laughed, incredulously. “The nerve of them to just mix the two of you up like that. And to add me into it without even bothering to tag me? Probably ‘cause they knew I’d call them out on their bullshit. Can you believe-”
“‘Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for days’?? I totally have Dom energy! We’re fucking twins, why wouldn’t I? And ‘Samu ain’t no brat-tamer! If anythin’, he’s the goddamn brat.” Somewhere on campus, Osamu sneezed.
You stood there in bewilderment. That’s what he’s concerned about?
Crossing your arms, you watched him in astonishment. “So, you don’t care that they used your picture? Or the insinuation that I sleep with your brother?”
“‘Course I do! Ya think I like the idea of his filthy mouth being anywhere near you? And usin’ my picture to clickbait my supporters is just cheap. But nothin’ pisses me off more than anyone thinkin’ that bastard has better game than me. 8/10 my ass…”
You snorted. Why were you not surprised?
Taking a small step closer you grabbed his wrist and lowered it, bringing his attention away from the phone. Atsumu now wore a heavy pout, one that you couldn’t help but to kiss; so you did. With a free hand you reaching up to his nape and pulled him downward, capturing his lips. Catching him off guard, man nearly dropped your phone when your tongue slipped into his mouth. With a soft groan, Atsumu wrapped an arm around your waist as he tilted his head in response to your sudden affection, deepening the kiss as it instantly made his mind go blank.
You pulled away too soon for his liking, the blonde blindly chasing after you with his eyes still closed as a light chuckle escaped you. You thumbed at his bottom lip, wiping some of the spit left behind as he slowly opened his eyes. Atsumu’s honey-gaze seared right into you, the hunger from early returning as the semi he sported was now fully hard, thick and heavy as it pressed against your stomach—So fucking whipped, after just one kiss. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Gazing at him lovingly, your nails raked gently through his hair as he practically melted into you. For a moment, you thought he’d start purring.
“What do they know, huh? How about you take me to my dorm and remind me why Atsumu Miya, my lovely boyfriend, is the only one who takes good care of me. Then, we’ll put that account on blast afterwards, what d’you say?”
His boyish grin reappeared, leaning in to place his forehead on yours. “Thought you’d never ask.”
KENMA felt indifferent about the list. Nothing about it made sense to him, and he left it at that. It didn’t matter how many times his friends brought it up, or how many people whispered about it during lectures—He had no opinion on it.
“You’re not even a little curious?” Hinata asked.
“No. Not in the slightest.”
The two of them were chilling in the canteen, in the student gaming section, both occupied with their own respective poisons. While Hinata farmed pixelated fruit on his switch, Kenma battled npcs on the public-shared ps4. The copper-head talked on and on about trivial subjects since they’ve arrived, ranging from tough assignments he nearly failed to new moves he tried in volleyball, while the quieter of the two responded occasionally when he felt it necessary.
Hinata gasped, looking up from his game in genuine surprise. “Whoa, Bakayama said the exact same thing. You and him are probably one of the few guys I know who aren’t interested in knowing if they’re on the list. Well, you two and Suckyshima. And Sakusa-san...and...”
This went on for a good minute.
Kenma sighed, neutral expression not matching the rapid movement of his thumbs across the controller. “It’s just some dumb list. Not like it benefits anyone.”
“Sure it does! I heard it brought lots of people together,” Hinata paused, tilting his head as he hummed in thought. “Although, I also heard it split people up, too. And caused a lot of rumors…and got that one professor fired…”
Yet another minute, passed.
Kenma couldn’t help but snort, at least finding his rambling endearing enough to stomach yet another pointless conversation about that accursed list—Why people were so obsessed with it was beyond him.
“Sounds like a lot of drama. No thanks.”
There’s silence between the two of them, the sound effects from their games being the only thing filling the space. Kenma continued rapidly mashing buttons, tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the level. However, he couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. They were in a public space, sure, but…something definitely felt off. Choosing to ignore it, he refocused on the game. Hinata just finished up harvesting his watermelons when he suddenly let out a teasing chuckle.
“I wonder if [______] checked.”
Kenma’s thumbs stop. His character was taking incredible amounts of damage, but none of it registered after the mere mention of your name; the pudding-head flushed red. After a moment, he regained composure and went back to smashing buttons, ignoring how slippery his hands just got.
“…Why would they do that?” He muttered.
Hinata shrugged, “Well, just because you’re not curious doesn’t mean they aren’t. Believe it or not, you’re a good looking guy, Kenma-san. And if there’s a fuck-list going around where my s/o might end up on it, I’d wanna be the first to know.”
Hm. Couldn’t argue with that. He always feared you’d end up on the list, but eventually realized it only catered to a certain demographic, mostly focused on the more sociable students, so he figured there was no other reason to care. It’d be a waste of time, Kenma knew for a fact there’d be no chance of him being on it, his outward appearance be damned.
He practically spent his first couple of semesters cooped up in his room, going to class, bare minimum socializing, streamed with his camera off, rinsed and repeated. He didn’t make many new friends during that time, and met you completely by happenstance during a late night cram session in the library; how in the fresh hell would anyone think about fucking him if he rarely gave other people the time of day?
Kenma kissed his teeth, “You’re being annoying.”
Hinata merely flashed a bright grin, leaning over to playfully poke him in the arm. “Don’t mind~!”
The dirty-blonde playfully swatted at the intruding hand, earning a bright laugh and another poke from the ginger just for shits n’ giggles, before he returned back to his video game. Unfortunately, the eyes around him didn’t falter, some being less obvious about it whilst others didn’t even try to hide their blatant staring. After a while it started to get uncomfortable, even Hinata couldn’t help getting concerned once he started to notice.
“Uh…is it just me, or are we drawing in a crowd?”
“I dunno. Maybe they’re just waiting for me to get off the game…” Kenma reasoned. But deep down, something told him that wasn’t the case at all.
After some time passed with the situation not getting any better, he decided to just call it a night. There was no point in trying to relax anymore with all those people pointing and whispering. As he began to leave the game, not bothering to save his progress, his phone buzzed. Immediately, Kenma knew it had to have been you—He kept everyone else on DND. When he unlocked his phone, though, the gamer was shocked to see the overwhelming amount of notifications on the screen, all from his closest friends, minus the one he’s currently with.
It appeared they’d been trying to get his attention for a while. You must’ve been the last resort, as your message urged him to meet at your place. He didn’t need to be told twice, grateful for this escape from the prying eyes of the random bystanders.
“I’m heading over to [_____]’s. Sorry to cut our time short.”
The ginger simply smiled. “It’s okay, know you don’t like crowds. See ya later, Kenma-san!”
Kenma curtly nodded, offering a tiny smile in gratitude. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made haste for the nearest exit, keeping his gaze locked on the ground until he made it outside. He could feel the eyes following him as he left, making a cold chill run down his spine. He couldn’t wait to get to your place.
When he eventually arrived, his knuckle barely grazed the door before it flew wide open, startling him a little. Before he even had time to catch his jumping heart, you pulled him into your embrace, making him tense up slightly until he soon melted into your familiar warmth. Sanctuary.
“I’m so sorry, Ken. You must be devastated.”
“Um, I’m fine...” he mumbled. Your arms only grew a little tighter around him, as if you were…shielding him? Eventually you pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his eyes for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Why would I be devastated?”
You blinked widely at him. “You mean you hadn’t seen it?”
He squinted, visibly confused, and your silence did little to calm his wariness. Another cold chill traveled down his spine, hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up as he struggled to figure out what this feeling meant. It wasn’t until after you gave a strained smile, sympathy swirling within your gaze, did it eventually hit him like a semi truck. The flooded messages, the suffocating stares, the whispers...It couldn’t be.
He slowly began to shake his head. “No...”
You exhaled. “Yes.”
‘Kenma Kozume. 5′6ft recluse with the mannerisms of a kitten. But don’t let his meek demeanor fool you—it’s always the quiet ones you need to look out for. Though his posture may appear questionable, we all know it’s because of the monster between his legs dragging him down, baggy clothes no doubt concealing an absolute masterpiece of toned skin for you to mark up. The effort he puts into playing video games, don’t expect the same amount in the bedroom. I believe Kenma to be a lazy Switch with Sub energy, who’ll spend most of the session on his back, but that’s okay. We stan a pillow prince. 9/10.’
He looked at your phone with mild disgust. “You’re fucking joking.”
“'fraid not. It was posted less than an hour ago, probably while you were gaming with Hinata. Kuroo was the first to see it, and sent it to the groupchat. That’s why I assumed you had seen it already. Dammit, I knew someone would notice how hot you were sooner or later. And here I thought I was doing a good job gate-keeping you. ”
“Don’t just say stuff like that out loud...” He flushed, tugging on your sleeve in mild embarrassment. After composing himself, Kenma let out an irritated exhale. “What a pain. Whatever, this’ll probably blow over by tomorrow. Someone else will be posted and they’ll forget all about me. Guess I’ll just keep an even lower profile until then. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”
Laying together on your Snorlax beanbag chair, Kenma turned on his stomach to bury himself in the plush cushion, wanting to forget this whole nightmare. But, you weren’t gonna let him wallow so easily. Tugging on the shoulder part of his sleeve to get his attention, Kenma groaned before tilting his head slightly to peek at you with one eye through the curtain of his hair.
“You don’t understand, Ken. Bitches practically froth at the mouth for the sexy, socially awkward, gamer-boy type with the messy hair and lax attitude. I would know, I am bitches!” He snickered softly, rolling his visible eye. “My point is, this most definitely will not blow over by tomorrow. Not when they’re already hooked on the fantasy of you.”
“Exactly, a fantasy.” He said, slightly muffled. Shifting to lay on his back, Kenma rested his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “Meaning they’ll never get to know the real thing, so eventually they’ll get bored. You shouldn’t work yourself up over this, kitten.”
“Yeah, but what if someone-”
Reaching over, Kenma gently flicked your forehead. With a soft yelp, you half-heartedly glared at him before going to retaliate with your own flick. He merely grinned, eyes full of mirth as he swiftly grabbed the hand and used it to pull you in closer. “They won’t. And even if they do, I'll just get Kuroo to tell one of his lame jokes to scare ‘em off. Problem solved.”
You lightly hit his arm, but still graced him with a laugh. Somewhere on campus, said rooster-head sneezed.
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❦ ASKING THEM FOR A BABY
cw: mature themes, fem!reader, pregnancy, language cause i got a potty mouth
yes, there are boys in multiple spots lol
KUROKO NO BASKET
♡ automatic response is: “we’ll stop by the store tomorrow, m’kay?” before he realizes what you said and completely shuts down imagining the two of you raising a child
— akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata, kenma
♡ suggests ‘practise’ rounds, cause he’s a horny bastard, then probably develops a breeding kink from said ‘practise’ rounds lol
— kuroo, atsumu, suna, tendo
♡ whips out the scrapbook he’s been working on with baby names, colours for the nursery, recipes for soft foods, and clothing catalogs: major baby fever
— oikawa, bokuto, kita, ushijima (i find this hilarious)
♡ has a mature conversation with you about what you both want that leads into soft and passionate lovemaking (bow chicka bow wow)
— osamu, sakusa, daichi, kita, akaashi, ushijima, tsukishima
bonus:
♡ probably accidentally knocked you up anyway
— bokuto, atsumu, tendo
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Well, this is probably a long way from reality, but you only have to stop for a moment and think about it.
They fucking love your tits. They love that they're the size of their hands, perfectly made to be groped. They love them no matter what their state, though they admit to feeling like they're in a dream when your nipples are fully erect, so they only have one reason to put their fingers and tongues to work.
But most of all, they /love/ how they fucking bounce with every thrust.
"Hah baby, I can't even look at them. If I do... I- I’ll fill ya up so - hard, and… and I don't assure I'll cum again if...- if I think about how your pussy would spill over with my cum."
If they can't see them, they want to at least feel them. They would release their grip on your hips and move towards them, pressing down hard enough to let their hands dance with them up and down, up and down.
"Mhmm but... I-I think I can put them to better use, wanna see?"
They would wait for the exact right moment to leaving you whining and with your pussy swollen and red, tightening around nothing. They would look up at you and smile victoriously as they let their cock rest between your tits, making you squeeze them around it, and starting to move again as fast as they would have moved in your pussy.
"Yeah... this is what I mean when I say your tits are fucking perfect. Nngh j-jerking me just as good as your little cunt. Now wanna see that mouth wide open baby... ‘cause 'm close, hah I-I'm almost there."
How hard they would cum watching how your tits cradle him until he cums hard on them, splashing into your mouth, and forming a trail of cum between them as he pulls away.
That's why they're wonderful, because they're yours.
TENDOU, ATSUMU, Oikawa, Akaashi, SUNA, Kenma, KAGEYAMA, Sakusa, DAISHOU, OSAMU, Hanamaki, MATSUKAWA
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PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER .ᐟ
ft. hq boys and their acts of intimacy <3
cw : fluff + sfw. timeskip! setting. mentions of bathing together.
ᰔ BOKUTO + BUBBLE BATHS
even though he may be a little too burly to fit comfortably with you in the tub, and it takes a couple minutes to get situated without getting squashed, bokuto loves to bathe with you. he enjoys running the warm water, not too hot, not too cold, but just right. he’ll mix in a nice scented soap that makes bubbles rise high in the bathtub, lavender and citrus you can smell in the mist of your bathroom. he’ll hold your hands under the water, and maybe splash you a couple times, but he shows he cares with the delicate touches he leaves on your skin as he washes away the worries of the world with a sponge of suds. he’ll lather your hair in your favorite shampoo, careful to not snag any knots, and rinse the strands with such gentleness you can barely even feel it. and when you’re all done, he’ll wrap you in a warm towel, snug and clean while he kisses your damp cheeks with a huge smile.
ᰔ KITA + FLOWERS
kita vowed that when he started dating you, he would never allow a week to go by without your vase being filled with a new bouquet. he’ll come home to you, new flowers wrapped in the palm of his hands as he kisses you hello. he loves the the way you get excited, eyes twinkling at the delicate petals and floral scent as you thank him over and over. he’ll watch you with a fond smile as you carefully take them in your grasp, setting them into a pretty vase that makes your home light up with color. he won’t let you see the flowers die, always keeping one for himself so he knows when it’s time to replace them. he’ll always tell you the meaning of the bouquet he got, or leave a pretty note tied around the stems. he buys a different type of flower every time, because he knows you’ll enjoy the variety. he adores you just as much as you adore the beautiful flowers.
ᰔ ATSUMU + MASSAGING YOU
atsumu has talented hands from years of playing volleyball, and he puts them to good use when you complain that you’re sore. he’ll knead at the expanse of your skin, smiling to himself as you sigh in content. he’ll rub away the tiredness of your muscles, gentle but calculated touches everywhere you could need. he likes to hold your hands in his, massaging from your fingers all the way up to your arms, and back down to your hands again. he’ll lay your sock-clad feet in his lap, squeezing and rubbing the ache away with his fingers. he’ll sit you on his lap, massaging the discomfort of your cramping shoulders until your melting into his touch. he won’t be rough, making sure his touch is tender and soft while he works the knots out. he kindly kisses your skin when he’s done, and feels that it’s a mission accomplished when you tell him you feel much better.
ᰔ OSAMU + FEEDING YOU
as long as osamu is around, you will always have a full plate. he’s always in the kitchen, a small and sacred book of his ma’s recipes standing proud on an easel. you don’t remember the last time you’ve heard your stomach grumble, because he’s already sliding a bowl your way. he loves how domestic it feels, to use the recipes he once enjoyed as a kid and serve them to you on a silver platter. he likes that you’re his personal taste tester, giving him a thumbs up with full cheeks as you chew. when your sick, he’ll insist on feeding you, hot spoon of soup between his fingers, his hand cusped at the bottom to catch any that falls. he’ll wake you up in the early mornings to tell you the food is ready, and sometimes surprise you with breakfast in bed. he’ll kiss your chubbed cheeks as you munch on one of his special onigiris, and ask you if you want another until your belly is full.
ᰔ AKAASHI + READING TO YOU
akaashi enjoys reading to you every chance he gets. a book held in the palms of his hands, licking his thumb every time he turns the page. he’ll have you curled up to his side, or sat between his legs, as he reads aloud the words imprinted on the page. he’ll add emotion to his voice at the important parts, and he’ll glance at your face to see your reaction. his voice is soft and soothing as he reads, occasionally moving his hand towards your hair to gently caress the top of your head. when it’s nighttime, he reads to you almost as if it’s a bedtime story, bedside lamp warming the room with it’s light as he flips through the pages. chapter after chapter he brings you closer to sleep, pages like a lullaby of prompts and fiction. he’ll pause when he notices your reactions have gone silent, breathing evened out as you lulled into a quiet slumber. he’ll smile as he puts a bookmark between the spine, already anticipating tomorrow when he can continue to read you the next chapter.
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tiny birthday boy doodle!!
#my art#haikyuu#bokuto#akaashi#bokuaka#doodle#i wasnt originally gonna draw a lot of birthday stuff bc theres too many characters id want to draw them of#but i needed to draw something for bokkun#didnt have time to draw something cool and epic so little squishy it is#also have been having some sort of mental adjustment period as my schedule's changed a lot so#that explains the absence of art#(1hqaday im so sorry)#anyways happy birthday bokuto#obligatory akaashi bc i didnt have energy to draw a lot of characters but i didnt want him to be lonely#if i could i would have drawn fukurodani and his other besties so hes surrounded by people on his birthday#just imagine theyre behind the camera
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@bontensh0e YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND
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“Wait, why is this guy fine as hell?”
Leaning against the island in the kitchen, just a few feet away from Keiji eating happily at the table, you see a head instantly shoot up from reading his book, to starting at your skull.
He doesn’t say anything. He merely watches.
You sink your teeth into your lip with a small blush, moving the shirt collar up to cover the lower part of your face, “Gods really like him, apparently.”
Once again, Keiji says nothing. You wonder, briefly, if he stopped caring, with the roll of his eyes you love so much, but when you let your gaze flick back over to him, he’s still staring. Blinking unamused, and watching intently from behind his glasses.
“I wish I could be that hot,” you sigh dramatically.
“You are hot,” he scoffs, standing up and cleaning up the small setting he made for breakfast. There’s an annoyance laced in his voice, one you’d miss the jealousy in if you don’t know him well enough. “Besides, who cares how someone online looks? It’s almost all editing anyways. You’re thriving naturally.”
You flash him a coy smile, “I wish I could agree, but…” you sigh as he starts to make his way over. “This guy is just so hot.”
“It better be one of the Miya’s,” he mutters, and you let out a string of laughter as you duck your phone away, just before he leans in for a look. His nostril flare and his eyes bulge subtly, but he takes a deep breath in and places his mug in the sink to wash it. “You know I don’t mind you admiring others- but it’s 7 in the morning. Too early for such feral descriptions.”
“Would you rather me admire you at 7 in the morning?” You coo.
He finally cracks a smile and a small laugh, “I always want you to admire me.” You hum and slowly make your way over to the sink, turning your phone towards you both. He looks at your screen once, then looks again when he realizes it’s him in your recording camera, hair ruffled and glasses low on his nose, an Ocarina Of Time shirt that you bought him years ago hanging from his torso.
His cheeks burst in an absolute flush, teeth sinking into his lip shyly as he continues to wash the cup. It was clean forty seconds ago; now he just doesn’t want to look at you.
“You’re fine as hell, Keiji,” you hum, planting a kiss to his scarlet cheek.
“Shut up, you ass,” he grumbles around the unbudging smile.
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