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#akaashi keji x you
khrysomallos · 7 months
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boyfriend! akaashi is the type to put his hand on the table corner when you bend down to get something
boyfriend! akaashi the type to say yes ma’am with a small smirk
boyfriend! akaashi is the type to hug you in public if you’re crying so no one can see
boyfriend! akaashi is the type to move the umbrella more on your side when he notices a few drops on your shoulder
boyfriend! akaashi is the type to hold eye contact with you. whenever. wherever.
boyfriend! akaashi is the type to be respectfully possessive and jealous, watching you from a distance and only intervening when you give him the look
boyfriend! akaashi is the type to buy you that bouquet of flowers you spent looking at for a second longer than the others
boyfriend! akaashi is helpful smart not mean smart, always taking time to explain things to you or offer suggestions. but only when he knows you want it
boyfriend! akaashi who puts his hand on your thigh while driving
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tsukasalvr · 5 months
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hii i love your theme btw. i just wanted to ask if you can do akaashi, bokuto, and hinata (separately and platonic, if you will) x shinobu like!reader? maybe something like they got injured during a game so their friend, aka the reader cough cough, takes care of them? thank you and have a great day!
shinobu!reader taking care of their injuries
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Anime/fandom: Haikyuu
Characters: Keiji Akaashi, Koutarou Bokuto, Shoyo Hinata
Warnings: I don’t proofread
A/n: it’s been so long since I’ve wrote for haikyuu it’s always Tbhk or demon slayer 😭
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Keiji Akaashi
You were one of the managers they had and you mainly took care of injuries which seemed to happen more frequently than it should, but thankfully, Akaashi was cautious and never got himself injured
Akaashi knew how struck you can be and how you took injuries very seriously as if someone lost a leg and he knew it made his teammates a little scared to talk to you because of your smile and your strict words
He thought his teammates were overreacting until he accidentally injured his hands and fingers. He quickly found what was said about was very true as the way you wrapped his hand was so gentle but yet so tight and it made him hold back a wince.
The condescending smile you had on his smile made him shiver and since then, he’s learned to be more gentle and the giggle you let out after didn’t help from being slightly afraid of you
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Koutarou Bokuto
Bokuto wasn’t a stranger to injuries, he loves volleyball with a great passion so he loved to give it his all whenever he can, and although he had such a high spirit, he was prone to getting injured one way or another
Hes had you take care of his injuries and he knows exactly how you are which would make him whine to Akaashi about how mean and scary you were. Akaashi could only sigh at him and tell him it’s for his own good
He never looked in your eyes and would always look at the ground in fear of seeing you mad and giving him that evil smirk that Bokuto himself would call it. He knew you took injuries very seriously and he appreciated it a lot but he wishes you could cut him some slack
All Bokuto could do was take was your snarky remarks and scolding while he looked like a defeated animal as you treated him. He wondered how someone so pretty could be so sarcastic, and it didn’t help that you always smiled while doing so
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Shoyo Hinata
Hinata was reckless when it came to practice, although he loved volleyball very much, he was still careless at times and was prone to injuries. So now he was sitting on the ground with an injured knee
He’s met you plenty times before but he can never get used to how you were. Hinata understood you cared and that’s why you acted the way you did but it didn’t make him feel any less scared of having you treat him
He originally wanted to brush off the injury and told the rest of the team that it’s okay with a shaky voice but it definitely wasn’t convincing anyone, especially you who was already walking towards him with a first aid kit in hand, Hiwnata couldn’t help but gulp and feel even more nervous
Hinata was always embarrassed whenever you would scold and give snarky comments about how reckless he can be and how he should be more careful. He could hear some of the team already laughing at him, when you were done and he looked at your face. He couldn’t help but shiver and tremble as you smiled condescendingly at him
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etherrreal · 2 years
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“8:26PM”
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Pairing: akaashi x fem!reader Genre: fluff Summary: after a late night at the office, you're ready to skedaddle, but your work husband akaashi is draped over his desk, fast asleep, and what kind of work wife would you be if you just left him there? WC: 1,319 A/N: how can I not write something for the prettiest setter in all of haikyuu? -Luna
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"Again?"
You’re on your way out of the office when you pause to see Akaashi passed out on his desk for the umpteenth time, face smooshed against his arm as he attempts to lay on the tiny amount of space in front of his keyboard. His glasses are half off his face, one of the arms sticking across his forehead while the other half of the frames are pressed against his face. Nothing about his position looks comfortable in the slightest, but his gentle snoring says otherwise.
You tiptoe over to his desk as quietly as you can, getting a closer look at his face to see the drool trickling out of his slightly open mouth. You’ve always known he’s a hard worker, but you’ve never thought it was so intense that he would crash and begin drooling at his desk.
Carefully, you place your hand on his shoulder, whispering his name in hopes that you don't startle him too badly. His head shoots up, eyes open but unfocused as he looks around his environment. It’s amusing to watch his brain boot up like an old dell computer as he slowly registers that he’s fallen asleep at work and it's dark outside now.
"Damn, that must've been a good nap," you joke, watching him take long blinks as he finally sits up.
He rolls his chair back when he stands, hands reaching above his head while he stretches. His shirt becomes untucked as he does so, showing a sliver of skin above his pants that you try your best not to stare at.
"Thanks for waking me. I guess this article was so boring it put me to sleep," he says, cleaning up his desk.
"It's no problem. I can't have my work husband slacking. It'll make me look bad as your wife," you playfully chastise, leaning against the desk next to his.
He rolls his eyes, but you know by the small smile forming on his face that he finds you amusing.
Your relationship with Akaashi is an interesting one. You both were quick to click in the beginning, bonding over a book you both happened to be reading at the time. It gradually evolved into a mutual friendship where, on the clock, you would be each other's primary soundboards for headline ideas and rephrasing sentences, and, off the clock, you would discuss your current reads and talk about your mutual disdain for your coworkers, sometimes even more personal business.
Said coworkers observed your closeness over the months and started making jokes about your relationship, saying that the way you two interacted and how much time you spent together at your workplace made it seem like you were work husband and wife.
It was so prevalent that you and Akaashi started using the terms ironically yourselves, whether it be you accepting your morning coffee from him and saying, 'thank you, work husband' or him calling you the 'ol' ball and chain' when you needed help thinking of a better lead to an article. But, like most things that begin ironically, it eventually became unironic in its use and more of a reflex with how you refer to each other. There are some instances where you wonder if it's still a joke or being used with genuine affection, but at this point, you're too afraid to ask, fearing that you might not like the answer.
You’ll never admit that him referring to you as his work wife—whether it be ironically or affectionately—makes you feel giddy every time. That you’re hoping that maybe he'll come to bring you your coffee and stay a little longer to flirt a little while on the clock. That every time you see his notification ping in the corner of your eye as you're working, you hope that it'll be the one asking you to do something outside of work without the ties to your job.
It's a secret you're prepared to take to your grave if the topic never comes up organically in conversation, or at least until it becomes something that Akaashi brings up himself. Until that fateful day, you're going to keep your little work crush to yourself lest you make a fool out of yourself by confessing.
"I'm shocked you're here this late," you comment, cocking your head while you watch him pull out his flash drive to put into his computer. "You're usually one of the first ones out. You shouldn't make it a habit to stay here so late."
"You're here late, too, though. More often than I am. What's your excuse?"
"Well, yeah, but I, uh, ya know—" You attempt to come up with an excuse for your unhealthy habit, knowing that regardless of the reason, he'll still scold you, but nothing comes. It doesn't help that he's giving you a look, a knowing side-eye with an arched brow. What a handsome asshole. "Shut up. I should've left you sleeping here all night if this is how you were gonna treat me."
"And neglect your wifely duties? I don't think you'd be able to sleep at night if you left me here."
"I would sleep like a baby knowing you're here, I promise."
"So, what? Waking up every few hours to cry for me?" he snarks.
Suddenly, there's a pen flying by his face that he barely manages to dodge, chuckling at your tantrum. He sits back in his chair as his computer shuts off, capping and uncapping his flash drive in one hand while the other rubs at the exhaustion still in his eyes. It's easy to tell how sleepy he still is with how slow he's moving and how unfocused his eyes are as he looks at the floor.
He also happens to look adorable like this.
"You okay to drive?" you ask, watching as he slowly stands up and sets his backpack on his chair so he can once again stretch.
"No, I'll probably have a cup of coffee first to wake me up."
"It's, like, 8PM. You'll be up all night if you drink caffeine right now."
He shrugs, looking quite apathetic at the moment.
"I can always give you a ride," you suggest, hoping you don't sound too eager. During the very few times you've carpooled together over the length of your careers, it's always been a pleasant experience, but it's few and far between simply because there's hardly a reason to do so since you both have your own vehicles.
"But my car—"
"I can just pick you up tomorrow, then. No biggie." You can only hope that you pull off the nonchalant act very convincingly.
Akaashi chuckles, turning around to put his flash drive away and sling his backpack over his shoulder. "Like real husband and wife."
"Y-yeah, pretty much, I guess," you stutter. And maybe it's your own confirmation bias, but you swear you see a twinkle in his eye that's never been there before when he speaks. It feels like an out-of-the-ordinary comment to make, at least with the addition of the word ‘real,’ but you’re not sure what’s ordinary for you two anymore. 
He gestures for you to walk in front of him, the twinkle still bright in his eye. "Alright. Lead the way, honey."
Fuck, he’s smooth. "Of course, darling." It flows off the tongue so naturally, and you try not to let the exchange affect you at all, at least not to his knowledge, but you can't help the little giggle you let out with it.
Even as you drive home, the giddiness from hearing him call you ‘honey’ never subsides, and you fight to keep a smile off your face the entire drive home. But, at one of the red lights, you look over at him and see him already staring at you, and you’re absolutely sure that the twinkle is there because it’s no doubt being reflected back at him in your eyes, too. 
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Written by: Luna
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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years
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Don’t grow up too fast!
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Dad!akaashi x Mom!reader
Tw~reader and Akaashi are married
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When you met Akaashi, you never would have guessed that a few years down the line you’d have a precious little daughter.
She had gotten the best of both features from you and Keiji, she looked absolutely adorable, she had wavy black hair and pretty dark eyes, in that aspect she looked like Keiji, with her pretty little chubby cheeks.
Both you and Keiji had absolutely no idea what to do with yourselves, she was a little angel always so quiet and sleepy.
One evening you’d gone into the living room to tell your husband that you’d finished cooking dinner to see him sat in the rocker, little Keiko sleeping on his chest as he uses on of his legs to gently push the rocker back of forth as he hums lightly.
You smile fondly as you watch the two of them just hoping she’d stay little for now.
But as time passes and you near Keiko’s first birthday, you think to yourself maybe your ok with her growing up it’s bittersweet you think standing near Akaashi as he sets down the baby pink smash cake before everyone begins singing happy birthday to Keiko who giggles and smiles happily.
She babbles about waving her chunky little arms around while everyone claps for her before she blows a little raspberry something Bokuto taught her how to do, “dada” she babbles waving her arms again as you and Keiji stare at her in awe.
Before you know it he’s gently picking her up and peppering kisses on her little cheeks asking her to repeat it while she giggles.
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Should I also write Suga when I write Bokuto and Oikawa as dads🤨(or anyone else pls tell me if you want any other characters I’d love to write them!!!)
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kiyoors · 2 years
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better in my head
akaashi keiji x reader
wc: 652
this is my hate letter to deep swimming pools shivers and my love letter to cinnamon— the healer of all things.
akaashi can’t do anything but scrawl his love, vignette by vignette
as of late, akaashi has been finding himself in and out of his head. he has a crush, he thinks, maybe under the influences of his own heart. he barely knows you, logic argues. he returns back to reality just in time to catch a glimpse of you exiting the lecture hall early. he’s a fool, he thinks, letting you get away so easily.
daydreams of your shiny laughter dot his mind, the light you bring into his life refracting off the dew drops of early morning grass. back in his head, akaashi finds himself being the grass you step on. he sees you outside, laying on soft sheets on summer days, reading, idly running your hand through the grass as you would with his hair. akaashi tries to approach you that day, but he falters. not yet, he tells himself, instead, he carefully saves your image, folding it gently into his heart, head spinning.
through loose tags and bunny-eared threads, akaashi stumbles upon you again. this time, on social media. he scrolls, fascinated by all ten pictures that make up your profile. through a ten-paneled window, akaashi meets your friends— and, your smile.
akaashi is thinking of picture number seven, posted on june of the year prior, when he feels a tiny tug to his shirt sleeve. his delicate nose lowers to meet your wide eyes. akaashi panics. your smile is like cool rain on his skin. wordless, you squeeze in front of him, standing before the shop counter as you retrieve your drink. akaashi finds himself at the bottom of a dark pool, deep underwater. your presence is the only light that indicates him of where the surface is. he takes one of his earbuds out; he takes a breath. he catches a whiff of cinnamon as you wiggle past him again. now, with a good distance between you both, he swears he hears your sweet laughter echoing off the walls of the pool.
akaashi has never really been someone to remember his dreams. but ripples of your face light up the darkness he sees behind his eyelids. you left the lecture early again. this time, akaashi was sure he’d take your hand before you slipped away. he never had the chance to. he does when he dreams, though.
colorful lights blind akaashi— this is nothing like the light you give off. the colors here are dull, muted, and repeat every five seconds along with the beat thundering in his chest. no, akaashi has never been much for parties. and the bubble of color bursts, along with your lips, as he sees you kissing a stranger. your hands are tangled up in their hair, just the way akaashi pictured they would tangle in his locks. the stranger’s hands roam your body— lower than where akaashi had imagined his own. and, again, just like in the lecture hall and just like in the coffee shop, you leave before akaashi can say anything. leaving him in a deep pool, looking for the surface, looking for the light.
if only akaashi could have told you, shown you, what you meant to him.
but he was always too late,
and you always slipped away.
he never had the chance to.
it’s a bitter day outside, the day akaashi sees you again. his fingers are wrinkled from having been in the freezing pool for so long. his drink smells like cinnamon, and he left the lecture early to get some fresh air before it became too unforgiving.
he sees you crying quietly at the steps of lincoln hall, in a cold pool of your own. heart thundering and knees cracking, he kneels to your eye level, gently patting the top of your head. he sees the darkness in your pupils, the bursted color of your irises. he smiles, he takes you to the surface.
he, the air, smells like cinnamon there, you realize.
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haikyuu-simpr · 2 years
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(Y/n): *finally happily together with Akaashi as Bokuto burst trough the Doors*
Bokuto: I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU
Bokuto: Wait...you two won't ditch me now will you...?
(Y/n): What? Of course no-
Akaashi: Yes
Bokuto: AGASHIIIII
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yeonniesblog · 1 year
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“y/n stop acting like you are in a velocity edit" akaashi sighs, putting down his pen on the table, he was just trying to complete his assignment which was due this week but God forbid if you would let him.
you huff out in annoyance, your boyfriend is so annoying, so what if you were swaying to the beats in a slow motion when you stumbled upon a catchy tiktok audio, it's not like you forget your earphones at home intentionally.
and not to mention you should be the one who is mad, if it wasn't for the pretty mouth canceling your date's plan you swear you would have thrown hands on your busy boyfriend.
and honestly you are doing him a favor by letting him be in your presence, flipping your hair back you feed your ego with your own thoughts.
akaashi sighs, he can already tell what your narcissistic ass might be thinking, he turns his chair around, now facing you. “come here” he mumbles softly, your quirk your brows, hmm fishy.
but you still waddle quickly to him, his chair is pressed against his desk, and he taps his laps. you stop infront of him, giving him a icky expression as a response to his tap.
“what? are you trying to copy atsumu and his side chicks?” akaashi has a quick flashback of the star setter with his random hookup as soon as you mentioned the name, his expression changes to being disgusted in a second.
“first of all no” he clearly remembers the girl sticking to atsumu as a glue on his lap and using too much tongue while making out, Infront of everyone at the party, no he doesn't wants to recreate that. “and second of all, weren't your craving for my attention”
“well you should ofcourse return it since you stole all my attention, you fuckin’ robber ” you sit yourself on his lap, putting your weight on him hesitantly, but he cradles you so swifty in his arms that you swear you get weak in the knees. sza was right, you needed a big boy, akaashi is your big boy.
“cheesy” he chuckles, even though he admits you are cheesy as fuck but he can't help but break a smile at what you say with that cute angry pout.
he grabs your ass pulling you closer, fuck this guy will make you horny unintentionally, if his hands just rides a little above, a littl— “but stop saying those stuff to me though” akaashi continues, interuppting your unholy thoughts.
“huh? oh. what stuff” you burrow your eyebrows.
“stuff that makes me wanna kiss the hell out of you” he says it so nonchalantly like, like it didn't just leave your cheeks to become tinted red, you tug at his short messy hair.
“who is the cheesy one now” you hit his arms softly, god even his muscles are hot.
“you always leave me feeling giddy and shit” you roll yours eyes, holding his face in your hands “and superrr horny but that's beside the point” a grin breaks out on his pretty lips as a response to your confession.
akaashi keiji smiles really occasionally but when he does, you swear he has you swooning over his feet, his blue eyes follow yours through his glasses and there is a comfortable silent hanging in the room with you too being so close.
“fuck I love your face” you grip his cheeks like he is some kind of a baby.
“then sit on it”
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jjeulip · 22 days
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Haikyuu boy as sum of the texts me and my bf send to each other.
p.s i'm 9 months older than him ( a little bit of nsfw )
|| Miya Atsumu
Him >> Yikes, I just found some bananas in the kitchen. Gonna eat those.
You << oh! oh! I want a banana too!!
Him >> nah, you can have my banana instead :P
|| Kozume Kenma
Him >> wait- actually, let me get down first.
You << Why? are you on a tree?
Him >> why would i want to fucking climb a tree?
|| Kuroo Testuro
You >> I'm old enough.
Him << and I'm big enough <33
|| Sugawara Koushi
Him >> if you don't listen to me, I will spank you
You << I didn't know you were this kinky tbh...
|| Suna Rintarō
You << I can't sleep..
Him >> Watch tiktok.
|| Tuskishima Kei
You << are you even reading what I just texted?
Him >> my glasses just broke.
You << why?
Him >> a dog was chasing me so I ran and my glasses just happened to be slipped off from my face that moment and I stepped on it, I was so pissed off that I just stopped running from the dog and the dog just stopped chasing at me when I did that. I hate dogs.
|| Oikawa Tooru
You << why are you so big when you're literally younger than me? That's not fair.
Him >> I don't know, honestly. I was just born with it, y'know? natural big D :>
You << I meant your height and body
Him >> oh. 🤷‍♀️
|| Miya Osamu
Him >> *send picture* wanna drink strawberry smoothie that I just made?
You << no?
Him >> let's break up.
|| Bokuto Kōtarō
Him >> sorry I fell asleep _._
Him >> sorry :( I was sleeping
Him >> hello! hello! Babyyy im sry I fell asleep:[
Him >> hey, I was sleeping :')
Him >> heellow, I was sleeping lol
Srsly, bitch- stop sleeping istg. 🙄
|| Hinata Shoyo
Him >> can you dance? Like waacking?
You << no why?
Him >> idk, I have been seeing those dance videos on fyp and I just thought it looks really cool.
You << oh unfortunately I can't do the waccking dance but I can give a lap dance for you. :P
Him >> what's a lap dance?
*five minutes later*
Him >> •/////• sure, I mean.. if you want to.. ig sure.
|| Kageyama Tobio
Him >> *send scrrenshot* my battery is at 2%
Him >> hey my phone is about to die.
Him >> I forgot to plug my phone last night and it's on 3% now.
Him >> sry, my phone died :(
Him >> uh.. btw ma'am.. *send screenshot* my phone is about to die. (Pls don't get mad)
Him >> only have like 2% left *send screenshot*
Him >> *send screenshot, showing you his phone battery is on 2%* :))
|| Akaashi Keji
Him >> hey why aren't you replying to me anymore?
You << sry :( I just got a cut
Him >> huh.. how?
You << I was just trying to grab a little table knife from my desk, and I accidentally got cut
Him >> is it big? Put some medicine in it
You << nah. It will hurt
Him >> hey, go put some.. c'mon
You << :<
Him >> go.
You << it's not even that big, I swear!
Him >> that's it. I'm calling your mom.
|| Sakusa Kyioomi
Him >> I really shouldn't have watch that horror movie tbh.
You << are u okay?
*a minute passes by*
You << heyyy hellooo???
Him >> I think I heard something
You << ok??
Him >> I heard something. Like i'm not even joking.. It sounded like water dropping.
You << probably water dropping from the sink?
Him >> no... the sink never drops water...
You << you are just being paranoid stop 😭
Him >> No. I'm sure, it's not from the sink
You << what movie did you watched?
Him >> the well?
You << oh :)
Him >> HELP ME I THINK THERE IS SOMEONE IN THE HOUSE.
*You had to facetime him until he fell asleep that night*
|| Iwaizumi Hajime
Him >> I'm about to head to the gym, wanna join?
You << nah, I'm comfortable in my bed.
Him >> why did you stay up really late at nights? You should sleep early at night and wake up early at morning. Be productive c'mon.
You << nah -.-
Him >> I'm going for a morning walk tmr. Wanna walk with me?
You << what time?
Him >> 5:30am?
You << please, gtfo.
Btw my bf favorite characters in haikyuu are tendou and koganegawa!!
©jjeulip
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satorisoup · 2 months
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RANDOM BOYFRIEND TEXTS .ᐟ
ft. akaashi, kuroo & bokuto
warnings : pet names (sweetheart, my love/love, baby). mentions of kisses :3
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ᰔ AKAASHI
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ᰔ KUROO
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ᰔ BOKUTO
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tsukasalvr · 2 years
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hi! can i req headcanons for taking care of either akaashi or kuroo? (like theyre burnt out or sick, ur choice)
have a nice day!
AN: omgggg first haikyuu request lets go!!!!!
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; 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠/𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩
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𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲/𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗔𝗸𝗮𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶, 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼
𝗔𝗡: 𝗜’𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱
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; ᴀᴋᴀᴀsʜɪ
With both the constant studying because of school, volleyball and putting your health before his, it’s no surprise he was severely burnt out
It’s quite hard to tell when he’s burnt out since he always has the blank look always plastered onto his face, but if you look closely them you’ll be able to tell how pale his skin is, his droopy eyes, the frown, and the sweat dripping down forehead, it’s obvious.
You’ll have to lay him down in his bed and have to constantly reassure him that he needs rest and how you’ll take care of him, he begrudgingly agrees and finally gets the rest he deserves
That is until Bokuto comes in uninvited when his ‘spider sense was telling him that something was wrong with Akaashi.’ You’ll have to calm him down and put Akaashi back to sleep as if he’s a baby
Both you and Bokuto somehow take care of him and the next day Akaashi looks much more better and offers to buy you and Bokuto food after school as a thank you, Bokuto gives you a high five and jumps happily
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; ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ
“I don’t get sick! My immune system is to strong for that! What even is sick?” A snarky Kuroo said last night, the before h me got so sick he could barely get out of bed
Now scolding and teasing him for being so dumb and how strong is immune system currently is, he gives you a glare and mumbles how this is such a fun weekend so far
Let’s you take care of him and clean up his room and will absolutely tease you about it when he gets better but will not eat the soup you give him
“It’s probably poisoned!”
“Oh shut up and eat it you idiot!”
After a nap, he demands you now feed him the soup, but when you tell him you ate it because he didn’t want it, he ignored you the whole time he was sick and when he got better he still ignored you until you made him soup again
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People who like, reblog or follow= hot asf💕😍
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zu8her · 1 year
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“Just one more.” • Akaashi Keiji
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Tags: black!reader, overstimulation, desperate!akaashi, slightly subby!akaashi, multiple orgasms, praise kink, biting/hickeys, lots of ‘good girls’, oral both receiving, unprotected sex, cream pie, break in between sex, plan B, collegeau (can't guarantee this is the last one), mini mention of racism , no beta once again
note: just want to acknowledge @dejwrites as my main inspo for writting and my writing style. love you. recently rewatched haikyuu so yeah. If this shit let me know
It is the last time, she told herself. As she laid on his bed, twitching after her high. Watching him disappear into his bathroom to get towels.
The first time she'd heard of Akaashi Keiji was from her a friend.
“Now, I don't swing that way, but the man is fine as fuck.” Her friend explains as they sit at the entrance of the library.
Yn chuckles at her friend's remark.
“You don't believe me? Okay bet. I'll show you.”
On que, he walks in. Short messy dark hair, blue-ish eyes, no less than 6'0, in his volleyball tracksuit.
Making eye contact, he gives a warm smile clutching the strap of his backpack.
“Morning, ladies.”
“Hey,” her friend greets while Yn just presses her lips into an awkward smile and nods.
Only once he passes does she breathe.
“Damn.”
“Right.”
Compared to the other members of his team Akaashi was relatively calm. From what she'd heard from her friend. He looked fine on the surface.
He is always with his opposite, his best friend, Bokuto. He didn't really speak much when she saw him. But on the rare occasions he would, he'd be with Bokuto or on the court.
Yn likes observing him. She did it generally. Just people watching. Yn could pick up on the slightest emotion, from body language and facial expressions. What made Akaashi so interesting was that he was an closed book. She could never get a read on him.
He would give a slight semblance of emotion here and there, but his face and body remained neutral, even during matches. Always keeping a level head and holding the team together.
Most people either subconsciously or not, try to mask their emotions. Their mask only cracking for a split second before snapping back into place, but not before Yn noticed, oh no. But with him, nothing.
Their friend groups linked often. So, she got to talk to him. A blank slate he was in terms of conversation. You could talk to him for hours without knowing anything about him. He's a Setter. He likes being a one. That's all she knows.
They share passing glances, on most occasions but Yn never misses his quiet stares. Never fails to feel the sweet sting of his gaze. Smirking to herself when she does feel his blue eyes on her.
She enjoys it even more when she intentionally lets him stare before catching him. The shade of red that spread across his face and the small wave gets her every time.
“Hi, Akaashi,” she looks up from her phone.
He gently settles next to her. “Hey.” He sits at the edge of the couch while she nuzzles into the cushions.
Yn occasionally looks up from her phone, watching him slightly bob his head to beat of the song, booming over the speakers.
Her nose finally burning from the stench of alcohol, she decides to leave. Moving forward, she puts her hand on Akaashi's thigh to steady herself as she looks into the kitchen, in search of her friend.
She shouts over the music.
Turning, her friend gives her a look of question. Signaling she's leaving, her friend gives her an enthusiastic wave goodbye before returning to her previous conversation.
Yn gives Akaashi a light squeeze on the thigh and a smile before getting up.
“You're leaving?” Yn nods. “I can walk you. If you want.” Akaashi grumbles causing her to squint her eyes and lean forward to hear him as he repeats his offer. She pushes her braids behind her ear, nodding a yes.
“You do live on Campus, or do I need to get my car?”
“I live on Campus.” She confirms. “You?”
“I live in an apartment, near the cafe.”
“The one, 2 blocks from campus?”
“Yeah.”
She nods.
The click of her heels ring as she inhales. Staring up to see if maybe she could catch a glimpse of the stars in this heavily lit city. When once again, she sees nothing she looks forward. They walk in silence before Akaashi starts up a conversation again.
“The paper you wrote on the art history was really good.”
“Really? Didn't think anyone would read it. I worked my ass off for it.”
They continue talking about her thesis. It's the most she's ever heard him speak. She listens attentively, as he explains what he understood from her article. And what she needs to improve on.
Surprised that the escalator actually works in this decades old building they climb inside.
The ride up to the 5th floor is incredibly long for yn. The silence, deafening. She has nothing to focus on. Expect him. Not his calming voice but him. Standing close to him she can smell the light vanilla on his skin.
She looks up at him, eyes lowered to his lips. Only looking up at his eyes when he catches her gaze. She smiles and looks down at his fidgeting hand. Aching to touch hers.
She moves her fingers closer. Slowly. She flinches once hears the escalator's bell ring.
“You, okay?"
“Yeah, just caught up in thought." They make their way down the wall. The silence continues. Stopping by her door. They both pause. Say something.
“Well, this is me.”
“Yeah." She pulls out her key, finally unlocking the door.
“Guess I better go." He smiles. Turning he makes his back way to the escalator.
“You could come in... if you'd like." She offers biting her lip. As he faces her, she sees his eyes widen. His eyes glimmer in the dark passage, under the flickering light, as he makes his way back to her.
“You don't have a roommate?"
“Yeah. They moved out a few days into the semester, haven't gotten anyone since.”
“Why?” He questions. Her faces dulls and her body tenses. “I'm sorry."
She nods. “It doesn't bother me as much anymore. It's just- I don't know.” She jumps on her bed as he settles next to her.
His eyes dart from her figure to her eyes to her lips. He had always found her beautiful. Her presence during a match would slightly distract him. He grew quite fond of her. Her always glossed lips. Her slim waist. Her glowing skin. He breathes.
She impatiently shifts closer intertwining her hand with his.
They lock eyes. Inching ever so closely. “May I kiss you?”
That's how it started. With such a simple question. From such gentle kisses. Light pecks and his hands wrapped around her waist.
To her gagging around his cock. At the edge of her bed, he sat with Yn between his legs.
She took his whole cock in her mouth. Stroking the base of his cock, she watches as he runs his fingers through his hair. Rolling his head back as she licks the tip.
“Fuck, yn. R-right there. Good girl.” He caressed her brown cheek as she coated his cock. She squeezed her thighs together, humming. “S-such a good girl.” He praises bucking into her hand.
“I really want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.” He confesses. He reaches for her braids but stops. “Can I, please?” She nods. He tugs at her hair. “It doesn't hurt, does it?"
“No. Just don't tug at it too hard." He nods as slowly thrusts into her mouth. Groaning as he picks up pace. He thrusts slow and deep. Making her gag against cock. “Just like that.” He grumbles. “Fuck, you look soo good, yn.”
Hastily he pulls out. Pumping his cock, he cums on her. He moans watching as his cum drips down her chest. “My good girl~”
Helping her up, he lays her on the bed. Climbs above her placing his throbbing cock on her pussy. “Uhmm, you're so fucking wet." He grinds his cock against her.
“Look at you. So, fucking beautiful.” He gropes her tits. He shoves his cock into her leaking cunt, sucking on her cum stained dark pecks.
She mewls. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck”
“You're doing so good, baby.” He rubs her clit. He goes faster loving the way her tits bounce with his thrusts.
“Do you want to cum, darling?” He whimpers. She desperately nods as he leans in to fuck faster into her. She kisses his neck. Sucking, biting, kissing. It feels so good. Feeling her tighten around his cock. He slows down. Replacing his rapid thrusts with slow deep ones.
He rubs her clit as she cums. “Ah. Look at me, darling. Look at me.” He watches her dazed brown eyes as she reaches her high, clawing at his arm.
“Can you cum one more time for me, baby?”
She nods settling on his face. He holds tightly at her thick thighs as she lowers herself. Cautious not to suffocate him. “I'm too-”
“Please,” he pleads, “please just sit on my face.” She grabs hold of the headboard grinding onto Akaashi's tongue. “Fuck, you taste good.” She moans as she feels his tongue between her folds. Sinking her nails into the headboard as he continues his assault on her cunt.
She has lost count of how many times she came in his mouth. She really tried holding herself up, she did. But yn, she just couldn't.
Her thighs were shaking as another painfully delicious orgasm tore through her. She felt like collapsing, waiting for his pleas to echo once more. “You're doing so good for me, darling. Just one more, okay? Just one more.”
His grip on her thighs loosens and she manages to climb off him.
His face is a mess.
His mouth is drenched with her cum. He takes sharp breathes. “That felt so good. You taste so good." He props himself up with his elbow. “Please, darling. Just one more."
She's too tired. She can't even bother to widen her eyes in shock. She simply whines. Taking her hand, he moves it towards his cock. His throbbing cock. A pool of precum gushing out of it.
She holds the base of his cock, watching him desperately buck his hips into her hand. “I’ll make you feel so good. You don't have do anything. You just lay there while I fuck you and you cum again, and again, and again. You're fucking beautiful when you cum, darling.” He pushes her braids behind her ear. “I just-” He groans as yn rubs her thumb across the tip. She nods.
She really wants to. She does, but— “Can we take a break?” He nods giving her a peck on the cheek before sliding off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom and returning with wet cloths. Gently pressing it on her skin.
She traces his bicep as he attentively watches her as she catches her breath.
“I'm ready.”
“You sure?”
She hums.
“I'm gonna be a little rough, is that okay?”
“Yeah.”
Yes, it was okay. It was okay. In fact, it more than okay, as he fucked her from behind. Repeated, rapid backshots. Her voice hoarse as she moans in pleasure. He fucked her against the headboard. It hit the wall as his thrusts tore into her cunt.
“That's it, good girl.” He praised as she laid in front of him. Ass up, face down. Whimpers escape her as he slides his cock in and out her folds. Her sheets firmly between her hands. She couldn't even feel her orgasm coming as she squirted on his pelvis.
Propped up on her desk he fucks her. His arm around her chest and stomach to hold her up. All she could do is bite and suck on any available skin of his.
“I'm gonna cum.” He gasps. “Please, cum inside." She steadies herself against the desk. His thrusts become erratic as he fills her up.
“Fuck,” he pulls out watching the cum drip down her legs. Groaning as he squeezes her hips.
“Just one more.” He begs, placing small kisses along her shoulder.
“Akaashi," she whines.
“I promise this time I mean it. Just one more. Please.”
He watches as she sinks down on his cock. Holds her close as she rides him. “Just do whatever makes you feel good.” She nods. Placing her head on his shoulder she whimpers in his ear. “Right there.”
He starts grinding up into her. “Does that feel good?” She captures her lower lip.
“Argh~” she moans quickening her pace as she cums. She rests his head on his shoulder as he continues grinding into her. Grinding turns into full on thrusts as she bites down on his shoulder.
He couldn't resist fucking his cum into her. “Y-you feel s-so good.” He hiccups as he cums.
“Such a good girl. You did so good for me, baby." He whispers repeating the motions of before.
He wakes to his phone ringing. He doesn't bother searching for it. He simply gets up and makes his way to the bathroom careful not wake yn.
At first glance in mirror, he admires the marks yn left on him. His cock twitching as turns and sees the redness as a result of her digging her nails into his back.
He slips on his clothes and jogs to the drugstore. Ignoring the cashier's knowing smirk, he pays for the contraceptive.
When he returns, he finds her still asleep. Sitting next to her, he gently rubs her back waking her.
“Morning,” He coos.
“Hey. What time is it?” Her voice raspy.
“About 7am.”
“Fuck! I need to go-”
“I already got it.” He places it on the nightstand alongside a glass of water.
“I need to go. I'll see you tonight?”
“Your place.” He nods shutting her bedroom door.
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cottonlemonade · 7 days
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How You Met
word count: 950 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.
pairing: post time-skip Akaashi x chubby!Reader
genre: fluff
warnings: one person being casually rude about your weight (it’s quick tho)
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The taiyaki were still hot in the white paper bag, the smell reminding you it was almost lunch time.
Looking the street up and down for a bus stop or a waiting taxi you turned on the spot. A little ways up the pathway you could make out the typical black boxy shape of a Tokyo taxi and readjusting your handbag you headed towards it, only for a busy looking person in a suit to snatch it up before you could reach it, muttering something about how you would be better off walking for some exercise.
In disbelief about such rudeness you shook your head, pulling your coat a little closer around your chubby form.
You were sure another taxi would take its place soon enough and got on tiptoes to examine the traffic, on the lookout for one.
A mischievous breeze blew up your coat collar, making you wish you would have worn a scarf after all. Although April was right around the corner, the weather today was icy cold.
Giving up for the time being you headed towards a little flower shop you had passed just a few meters back to warm yourself.
A bell chimed when you opened the door. Pots with regular and more exotic house plants stacked on shelves along the wall, one display case behind the counter held the fresh cut flowers while another showed already bound bouquets in varying sizes and color schemes.
The woman standing behind the cash register called a friendly greeting and held the beginnings of a new arrangement at arm's length to check for possible improvements.
"What can I do for you?", she asked, putting the flowers down and folding her hands over a small pregnant belly.
"I would like a bouquet with peonies and… some eucalyptus, please."
The woman smiled and got to work, asking here and there for specifics in color or fullness.
You were about to come to an end with the simple coral and cream bouquet when the doorbell rang again and a young man looking remarkably like a substitute literature teacher entered the shop, a phone to his ear.
"Yes, father, I am getting flowers. I’ll be there soon. Oh, actually, I might be a while, there are quite a lot of people waiting."
You heard an angry voice yelling something unintelligible from the phone, when he simply hung up and sighed. He reached to tug at his collar like it was too tight and closed his eyes for a second, then, remembering he was in public, gave a bow to you and the saleswoman and apologized.
"Please take as long as you want.", he said, almost pleadingly.
He looked like he had a headache, grabbing his collar again.
"O-on second thought,", you began, turning to the owner that was just about to add the last eucalyptus branch, "I forgot I wanted more. Silly me. Uhm, could you make one with… hmm, those blue ones, some of the small greens, those white tulips, and lots of those light blues there, please? And then another one… with those yellow ones there, there and those, too, please." Your best friends would be delighted.
"Oh", the owner caught on immediately, "that was quite a lot. I don’t think I could memorize which ones you wanted all at once."
"No problem. I can tell you one by one."
The young man gave a small grateful smile at the stage-play-like interaction, letting out a “Thank you very much” under his breath.
As the shop owner wrapped up the first bundle of flowers at snail speed, you turned to the young man, wanting to cheer him up.
"So, where do you not want to go?"
Seemingly too exasperated to care about talking to a perfect stranger he said, "A blind date. Which, by the way, isn't actually blind but with a woman I have absolutely no interest in talking to about anything."
"Oh fun.", you said and trying to lighten the mood added, "Why not bring some flowers that say Thanks for coming, I don’t wanna be here?"
Everyone laughed, but the guy stopped after a second or two, looking at you for the first time, then turned to the florist.
"Can I do that?"
She thought for a moment, then slowly nodded, "I can add some candytuft, for sure and… hm, something really neutral for… and then… maybe I still have some butterweed. Yeah, I think I can do that."
You stayed even after your third bouquet was done, keeping the conversation going, joking around and glad when the young man gave a genuine laugh.
"Let me.", he said, sounding tired, when you drew out your wallet to pay for your flowers.
You shook your head, smiled and handed your card to the owner. Then you reached into the paper bag.
The buns in the meantime had turned lukewarm, but still smelled heavenly when you fished one out in a napkin and handed it to the woman - the other still in the bag you placed on the counter for a moment, grabbing a pen from your pocket. You quickly jotted down your name and number on the paper and handed it to him.
“And here. If you need rescuing from your blind date, send me a text and I’ll call you right away with some made-up emergency.”
Then you raised your free hand that wasn’t busy balancing the flowers with a “You got this.” and after a final wave you left.
Akaashi was still staring at the door for a few long moments after you had gone.
“You’d make a cute couple.”, the saleswoman mused and grinned when the young man blushed profusely, holding tighter to the paper bag.
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sunarintarotea · 2 months
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i’d imagine timeskip!akaashi would love snow days.
he’d love curling up inside with a good book, making a nice cup of hot tea, and curling up next to the nearest window and peering outside at the gentle falling snow, that’s progressively built up on the ground overnight. he might get some of his editorial work done, in the calm silence. but his favorite part was when you’d join him on these days. he would smile as you both huddle under a blanket, and watch the snow drift together, perhaps enjoying a hot cup of tea with you as well. he’d adorn your face with warm kisses, each one a silent expression of love and gratitude for your presence. you’d fall asleep on his shoulder, the soft sounds of snow hitting the window lulling you to sleep. these were definitely his favorite days.
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mchlgayser · 1 year
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✮ us against the problem ft akaashi keiji
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synopsis: Being in a three-year-old relationship with your boyfriend is never a hard task considering how collected, composed, and matured he can be.
─── ୨୧ warning: slight angst, and miscommunication
─── ୨୧ notes: I got my heart broken once again, by a different guy 💔 this pain is unbearable and to stabilize my mental, I'm doing a drabble of the loml akaashi. Question: where to find an Akaashi Keiji? Comment your ideas! ... And feedback, thank you, and happy reading xoxo.
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It was supposed to be a date, a date both you and Akaashi planned. A date to reconnect you both after weeks away from each other. It wasn't a problem for Akaashi since he's rarely going out for work but works at home instead but it was the otherwise for you, you are a flight attendant, always traveling and not home but today you supposed to be back after almost two weeks staying in London, England but a scene broke off that you had delayed your way home two days after. To make matter worse, you accidentally lost your phone at the airport during your work hours.
You've had to try calling him a few times but he wasn't picking up. After the problem was solved you didn't waste a single minute but to get home fast. You need to see your boyfriend. He might be getting worried about your whereabouts and well-being. The next wink, you entered the apartment, you could almost sense the clouded-over surroundings, the curtains is not pushed or tucked away like usual. It was dimmed. You put aside the luggage and stroll to your bedroom. The bathroom is running, so you assumed that he was bathing. You sit on the bed hitting yourself with a strong minty cologne of his. That sweet, peppermint smell hints at a tinge of his lavender-flavored shampoo.
As soon as the faucet closed, you stood up straight like you are in the military. The bathroom door slid open and his sight came into view. His half-bare and damp sight with a clean towel top his disheveled hair. He stops on his tracks, eyes moving from your feet to your face. You croak a nervous smile his way but he stood there, not saying anything.
You try to put on your acts, trying not to be so obvious by the fact that you are overwhelmed by his presence after nearly a month of not seeing each other.
'I missed you.' You said, eyes moving around the room watching him rummage through the closet to put on his shirt and short pant 'Yeah, me too.' He throws aside the towel on the bed and moves outside leaving you in utter disbelief. You try to maintain your cool despite the anger and heat building up in you. You stare at the spot he was at earlier, and pick up the towel he tossed away to go and shower, yourself.
You've had to compose your emotion, after bathing you strut your way to his on the couch 'Why are you like this? Are you fine?' You put the back of your palm to his forehead and he lets you be before he momentarily yanks his face 'I was worried, sick. I wonder where could've you been? Why haven't you answered my calls, and why you ditched me on that date? I was... Worried.' You try to reason with yourself but he cuts you off 'Do you know I was worried! And...! That date, was supposed to be our date, the one you promise to be at to spend our time together. You know, these days, it's fewer attempts from you to reconnect us again...' A hitch breath stuck on your throat, it's tight and suffocating. One more word coming from him, you are sure you'll break down in guilt.
Tears began to form in your eyes, you tilt your head back to dry the tear off and wipe the access 'I... I'm sorry... Something happened that day, when I was supposed to get back and my phone... I lost it, I try calling you a few times using co-worker's phone but you didn't pick up... I'm sorry... I'm sorry Keiji, I'm sorry that it seems like I haven't done enough these past weeks, I'm so, so sorry... I will do better-' He immediately brings an arm around you, his palm on your torso to pull you closer. The tears you fight back so greatly earlier fell like endless rain. You clutch on his shirt as you sobs from guilt and fatigue.
Once you calmed down, Akaashi push you away just a few inches to get a closer look at your face, your eyes swollen and tear-stained, your nose red and almost runny. You sniffle and groan at the same time, your nose clogged from crying and you try to unblock it with a harsh stroke of your nose. He took your balling fists, gripping them and bringing them closer to his cheek, his thumbs caressing the back of your palms and occasionally left kisses on your hand.
'My fault. I didn't hear your side of the story at first but can't help by feeling upset. That was so unlike me. I guarantee you, it'll never happen again. Sorry, Y/n.' You jump on him, hands on his neck burying your face in between his shoulder and collarbone.
'We are both at fault but partially mine if you think about it, and it's okay to show your unusual self to me. I fell in love with you who are you, not only the perfect, mature, and composed Keiji.' He fondled your back leaving featherlight kisses on your neck and down your shoulder.
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rishiguro · 11 months
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BUSY THINKING ABOUT READING WITH AKAASHI
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the room was silent, the periodical paper rustling as you turned your pages and AKAASHI‘s soft breathing being the only sounds reaching your ears. it was peaceful. you loved these moments and reading together has always been one of his favorite things to do. the way you could sink into a good book, forgetting about everything around you, only his hand on some part of your body - preferably your thigh - reminding you of his presence. and more often than not (and certainly more often than he‘d ever admit) his eyes let go of the words on paper, instead finding the only thing he’d loved more than quiet time with a good book; and that was you.
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a/n: someone give me a reading date with akaashi i want to start a book club with him
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haikyuwutranslate · 5 months
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-> 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ᥫ᭡
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↳ kareshi haikyuu!! + kareshi - vampire ♡
↳ pairing akaashi keiji x f!reader ♡
↳ story coffin [棺桶] ♡
↳ artist JIRO (APOLLO) ♡
♡ list of stories in the vampire kareshi anthology ♡
{from the HQ Kareshi Books - which are fanmade}
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「please do not repost my translations on other sites」
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