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cottonlemonade · 2 months

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To Protect

word count: 791 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: not quite post-time skip Daichi x chubby!Reader

genre: angst and comfort, pining

warnings: stalking (not done by Daichi)

synopsis: you call Daichi for help because you‘re scared

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The weather was gray. It had started to drizzle and fog crawled along the streets and walkways of the city. Daichi was at home, studying for his police entrance exam, groaning quietly when stretching his stiff neck. His face lit up when he saw your name appear on his display.

“Hey y/n-san, I was just thinking about you.” Ignoring the urge to facepalm about his truck-like subtlety he got up from the desk and moved towards the kitchen.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t know who else to call, but could you come over, please?”

“What? Do you miss me that much?”, he joked.

“Daichi, please… You can make as much fun of me as you want as long as you do it here.”

His face faltered when he heard the genuine panic in your voice.

“What’s going on?”, his tone immediately serious as he listened intently.

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

“Y/n-san? Are you still there?”

“I… I feel like I’m being watched. There was a man today, who followed me from work to the grocery store and then to my house. Please…”

Your plea made his throat tie up.

“I’m on my way. Do you need me to stay on the phone?”

“No, it’s alright, just… hurry. But please be safe.”

“I will be. I’ll see you in a bit.” He hung up and rushed to grab his jacket and keys.

While driving, he kept glancing at his phone, in case you called again. Were you actually in danger or did you just imagine it? Or, the tiniest voice in the back of his head chimed in, were you maybe just trying to come up with a reason to see him?

The curtains were all drawn, when he pulled into the parking lot of your small apartment building.

Daichi checked his phone again and was just about to call you when he heard a rustling in the bushes to his left.

The fog was getting thicker and the light from the streetlamps hardly made it to your driveway. His neck started to prickle and he squared his shoulders, approaching the bush slowly to investigate.

A small, rather oval shaped man, completely dressed in black was crouching between the branches, a large camera in his hands.

“Can I help you?”, Daichi asked, a tense tone of politeness weaving through his voice, making a mental list of descriptive key points for the man.

“Just move along, kid.”, the creep said gruffly, not even looking at him but keeping his eyes fixed on the curtains of the second floor.

“You know, the last time I checked trespassing, stalking and harassing were still illegal. So it might be better for you to leave, before I call the police.”

At the word police, the man finally spared him a look, noting how tall and broad he was.

He let out a sigh as if someone had really spoiled his evening plans and laboriously got out of his hiding place, slapping imaginary dirt off his pants.

Daichi crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

“It really doesn’t take long to dial three digits, just saying.”

“Jesus, kid, I’m going, aren’t I?”

When the man had vanished around the next street corner, Daichi took out his phone again and called your number to let you know he was outside.

His heart broke when you opened the door a handwidth. You had obviously been crying. Unsure about how to proceed he stood there for a second, in the cramped entryway - you, the person he’d been thinking about nonstop since you‘d met, kneading your hands. For a little while longer silence stood between you like an invisible wall, then out of nowhere you took a determined step forward and slung your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. At once his body responded, one hand on the back of your head, the other firmly pulling you against him. This way you stayed for several long moments. Daichi murmured soothing words into your hair, wanting to kiss your tears away when you hugged him tighter, your chubby fingers grabbing at his jacket. He told you about how the situation had been dealt with and you relaxed a little.

In the end, it didn’t take much longer until your breaths became deeper and your body stopped shaking.

“I’m sorry I’m crying into your shirt.”, you mumbled against him and he chuckled.

“No worries.” With you safely in his arms, he swayed a little from side to side to loosen the tension of the situation and actually earned a small laugh from you, making his heart trip.

You let go of him, wiping your tears on your sweater paws.

“Thank you so much for coming.”

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#daichi x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #daichi x reader #haikyuu daichi #sawamura daichi #hq daichi #daichi comfort #daichi angst #chubby reader #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu angst

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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year

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DAICHI coming home to find you curled up on the couch, crying...

600+ words. comfort. gn!reader. unapologetically self-indulgent catharsis. i needed this. if anyone reading this is going through it, may this bring you comfort. i hope daichi's hug reaches you too.

The line from the "F.R.I.E.N.D.S" theme song comes to mind: ...when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year... and it makes you cry harder. How has it come to this? You don't even like that song. You resent the fact that it sums up your life so succinctly. How basic.

You know he's home. You heard the front door open and close, the jingle of his keys, the sigh of relief that falls from your dear husband's lips every time, like clockwork.

"Babe?"

You always greet him at the door when he comes home with a bright smile and a cheerful "Okaerinasai!" as you wrap your loving arms around the back of his neck and stand on your tippy toes to give him the sweetest kiss.

But tonight was different. Nothing new, but different.

Over the years, Daichi has seen you at your worst more times than you care to remember, and yet he still loves you with all of his might. So it's no surprise when you hear his long, slow footsteps cease for a moment, no doubt having noticed your form curled into the tiniest ball you could muster.

He furrows his brow, knowing.

With your back turned and your puffy, wet eyes closed, like a cartographist, you can still map out your husband's every move. Daichi is light-footed. Without his shoes on, his feet don't make a sound. Particularly when he doesn't want to wake you in case you're asleep. But the faint whisper of his slacks rustling together is all you need to triangulate on his movements.

You feel his big, warm hand on your back and he whispers your name. You shudder beneath his touch, your body wracked with fresh sobs. Knowing he's here makes it okay to let go of all you've been clinging to in an effort to keep it together. Now that Daichi's home and within arm's reach, you begin to fall apart at the seams. Because you're safe and he's got you. Just like he always has. You don't have to worry and you don't have to be the strong one, for a little while anyway. He is your strength when you need to be weak. He holds space for you to come undone.

So you turn over to find him squatting beside you, his warm, brown eyes filled with sorrow and compassion and a whole string of unspoken I love yous. You reach for him and in the next moment, he has you. Strong, sheltering arms pull you in like your heart doesn't have the weight of a thousand worlds on it anymore. He smells like comfort and your whole body trembles as you openly weep. The last in a long string of losses has been threatening to pull you under. So you let the waves of grief crash over you, knowing full well your husband will never let go, will never let it swallow you whole. Because he loves you too much to let it take you from him.

He keeps you fastened to the sanctuary of his chest as his steady hand strokes your hair and cradles your head. With his lips pressed to your temple he says nothing at all. Even as you ball the back of his t-shirt in your fists, he doesn't tell you everything's going to be okay. Not yet. He doesn't shush you or offer you any words of comfort. He just holds you without negating anything you're feeling.

Several moments pass and all you can do is cling to Daichi for dear life as tears burn their way across your face, your skin saturated with hours of grief. But little by little, your tears are soaked up by the soft cotton of his shirt just as his mere presence dulls the pain and absorbs the ache.

"It's okay to fall apart, baby," he finally murmurs against your hair. "I'll help you pick up the pieces every time."

"What if we can't find all the pieces? What if they're too broken?" you whimper.

"Then I'll help you make new ones," he promises.

sorry for not tagging anyone. this is personal so ig it would feel disingenuous in a way?

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softxsuki · 1 year

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Could I ask for an urgent request because I legit think Imma break. A daichixreader where the reader is spiraling and doesn't think she'll make course deadlines and fail her tests. A bunch of fluff please.

Thank you ❤️

Daichi with Stressed Reader

Pairing: Daichi x Gn!Reader

Warnings: feeling stressed and anxious about exams and school in general, meeting deadlines

Genre: Comfort, Fluff

Post-Type: Drabble

Word Count: 420

Summary: In which Daichi comforts you on the bus ride home after noticing how stressed/anxious you look in regards to school.

[A/N: Here you go. Decided to try some new scenery this time. Hope you enjoy!]

Your eyes follow two rain drops as they run down the buses large window; mental wishes of being those raindrops flew through your mind. Life was hard.

Assignment after assignment, deadlines that seemed impossible to reach, and the daunting exams that inevitably came at the end of each unit lesson. How could you possibly get it all done in a timely manner with the results you desired?

“Hey,” a gentle voice calls out from beside you, Daichi.

You had forgotten you were on the bus with him. A large hand rests on your knee to still your jumpy legs–another thing you didn’t realize. The anxiety and stress was at an all-time-high in your body and a fraction of it seemed to vanish just from his touch.

“You alright?” He asks with a tilt of his head. He had been observing you for a while as soon as you entered the bus, clearly lost in thought.

“Just the usual,” you sigh, “School is…a lot right now. I’m just thinking about everything I need to do and wondering if I’ll get it all done in time. And I have an exam next week! I don’t know how I’m going to pass it!”

Daichi laces his fingers through yours, scooting a little closer to you from his place beside you and brings your hand up to his lips. Hot lips press against your cold skin, making goosebumps rise on your arms.

“You’re a great student Y/N. And sometimes our worst enemy is ourselves. I suggest writing your assignments down and just take each one at a time. I like to start with the ones I hate the most, this way they’re out of the way quickly,” he suggests, your hand still connected with his, but now sitting in his lap as he draws small circles on the top of your hand with his thumb. “As for your exams, studying can be boring and intimidating to do alone, so, shall we study together?”

And just like that it seemed like all your worries were gone. Why were you even worried to begin with? Daichi made it seem like such an easy solution, something you wish you could do. You never understood how your boyfriend managed to stay so calm and collected all the time. Perhaps he’s the volleyball captain for a reason…

“Sounds like a date,” you smile softly at him, pecking his cheek.

Your focus goes back onto the raindrops running down the bus window, but this time you’re happy with your place beside Daichi.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 5/11/2023

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sugawarassoccerlover · 5 months

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“Let your pain out. Just let it all out, okay? You’re allowed to cry. Even if it means taking your time. I'm not in any rush, sweetheart, and you shouldn’t rush yourself either. It’s okay to not be strong for now. Don’t force yourself to be strong. I’ve got you. I know you're struggling. I know you're tired... I know you're exhausted. Just rest, sweetheart. In my arms, I'll catch you when you fall. I won't let you hit the ground”

Koshi Sugawara, Osamu Miya, Kita Shinsuke, Daichi Sawamura, Takashi Mitsuya, Suehiro Tecchou, Sanji Vinsmoke, Kyojuro Rengoku, Kazuha Kaedahara, Kaeya, Satan

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spielzeugkaiser · 1 year

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I'm procrastinating so hard (and still coughing my lungs out) that I not only procrastinate on the things I have to do but also on the things I planned to draw, sooooo... another trans!Hinata piece 👉👈 Poor guy feels a bit insecure first.

#haikyuu #hinata shōyō #kageyama tobio #kagehina #sugawara #daichi #asahi azumane #and all the rest I'm not gonna tag them all lol #I thought I was done with trans!hinata but alas - they're like comfort food and I'm feeling bleurghhhhh #also procrastinating SO hard right now :'D #but what I like about this is the colour! it fits them well #I should do this more often! just a pop and woosh and a pow of colour!#listen i love them #they are babies #who are genuine friends and supportive of each other!!#more than anything I just like the wholesome silly guys being dudes stuff :')#the laugh and cry and are silly and there for each other as a team!#it's very sweet

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noirflms · 1 year

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HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE + haikyuu

— - main m.list !

. ° 𖤐 ₊ MIYA ATSUMU !

surprise fills his being , he is taken aback at the statement made , the girl is front of him is just a random female who stumbled upon him at the club but the question she so nonchalantly throws at him is suddenly eating him inside and out , has he ever been in love? The drink sits in his glass as he swirls the liquid , the female waiting upon an answer , she is absolutely surprised that the man in front of her did not object to the question asked and he starts with a small smile on his face , yes , yes i have been in love , and the female is intrigued , for she sees emotions so many flash upon his face , and his eyes of mirth fill with something she knew well — longing and regret.

In the moment miya atsumu was reminded of you — his past , his history , his love but never his. The male in a drunken states spills all out , his heart put up right for show as he goes on about how the woman he loved was his yet not his , he loved her but she belonged to another , how you were tied to his brother and not him and suddenly as he remembers it all , it turns into a hard pill to swallow , and when his eyes meet the lady’s , he is reminded where he is — his brother’s bachelorette party and his heart comes to a stop , the lady’s looks at him with her mouth agape.

and atsumu is rushing out , bumping shoulders with many but he doesn’t pay mind , his head rings with the question asked , and yes , he has been in love , he has been so in love that it hurt him to see the one he loves be bound to another , but he is so in love that he had to let go.

. ° 𖤐 ₊ IWAZUMI HAJIME !

he mulls over the question asked , biting his inner cheek , as issei stands in front of him awaiting an answer , an answer the male knew pretty well , the male’s stern eyes look at iwazumi , waiting for a response , waiting for the only thing his ears are waiting to hear after so many years. of course i have , what kind of stupid question is that? , and issei smirks , the tv is playing in the background , oikawa and the hanamaki are shouting at the screen , but to the two other males , the sound is muffled as they dwell in the conversation they are having , cans of beer going warm with time.

then why did you walk away? , and hajime feels his heart stop , for never in a million years did he except his friend to question him that , and he is suddenly thrown back in the past , where he is in his last year of high school , knowing well he has to tell the girl he loves so much — you — that he is leaving , but all comes out of his mouth is something that shouldn’t have , and all he remembers is your tear stricken face , a smile so innocent which doesn’t fall but his back is longed turned to you as he walks away.

and we are where with famous writer and director [last name] [name]! , the voice is loud and clear for all have gone silent , your face plastered upon the screen , a smile set upon your face , you look the same , you smile the same , but the ring the glistens upon your ring finger tells him that you have long been gone.

. ° 𖤐 ₊ DAICHI SAWAMURA !

shock is evident upon his features , for such a question is thrown at amongst the presence of so many people , even you , and his throat goes dry. It was a team reunion , everyone was present , smiles glistening upon their faces and of course you’d be there , you were the team photographer after all , the one that has stood with the volleyball team for the longest he knows. But now , all have grown , working that is , different jobs , different schedules but today , never in a billion years he was thinking he’d be asked this question in a game of truth and dare.

um , yes , i did. the answer is short and that only bring both tanaka and nishinoya to be excited with their ex-captain’s response , oh! who was it? , and you have long disappeared into the kitchen of asahi’s house , and daichi laughs at the question asked by noya , who even in his mid 20’s has never let go of his inner child. the question to the answer is right in front of all , helping kiyoko in the kitchen , and daichi is swayed by a past he wished he could fix.

he has loved and you were his first , but sometimes you could be with the right person at the wrong times , but he still loves you , longs for you to one day walk into his life and he’ll wait , for he has no heart to let another in , to let another take your place.

. ° 𖤐 ₊ KUROO TETSUROU !

how long has it been? he has no idea , to him it was just yesterday when you had up and went out of his life , leaving him to carry a guilt so heavy , all he ever was you to love but the day you had walked out of his life , the only thing he had felt except love had turned into regret , and anger for himself and sitting within in his colleagues and talking about their love lives he is reminded of his own , one that he could never actually experience.

have you ever been in love? , it’s you , your face flashes before his eyes , your eyes twinkling just like the stars that twinkle and shine in the dark moon lit sky , there is a smile on your face , one of curiosity and kuroo seems to not want to douse it with his response but he does , he certainly kills the curiosity long growing. yeah , i have , his answer is a arrow shot in the darkness not knowing of the target and he starts again , she was everything to me , even now she is , oh , and I forgot to tell you , we’ve been together for a while now.

and maybe he shouldn’t have mumbled the last line so carelessly , because the next day he never got to see you in college , you have moved out of Tokyo , and there was no sign of you , and he was to late to realise that the one he had always been in love with was you.

cries in all the languages ik , this was something I wanted to try and well here it is , thank you for reading!

#౨ৎ ⋆˚｡⋆ 𝒔.tamped #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu #iwazumi hajime #daichi sawamura #kuroo testuro #hq atsumu #hq iwaizumi #hq daichi #hq kuroo #atsumu x reader #iwazumi x reader #daichi x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu angst #hurt/comfort

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tender-rosiey · 1 year

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If you’re open for requests or suggestions, could you do Ushijima, Daichi and anyone else of your choice with a f!Reader who’s insecure due to society’s body standards? If that makes sense, sorry. I’ve been feeling really insecure lately because everyone’s either thick or really slim and they’re all pretty and fit in the standards whilst I don’t :(

“YOU’RE PULCHRITUDINOUS”

— ushijima, daichi, sakusa, atsumu, and oikawa comforting you

a/n: oop, this took some time; hello everyone <33 FEMALE READER BTW

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI:

when he passed by your shared bedroom, he didn’t expect to see you looking dejectedly at the mirror and constantly squishing your stomach.

“y/n…?”

you jump, startled, “oh hey toshi! what’s up?”

he walks towards you, steps soft, “what’s wrong? is something bothering you? did someone do something?”

you smile and shake your head, “nope!” you pat his cheek lightly before giving it a kiss, “it’s nothing you need to worry about, my sweet and buff husband.”

“but as your husband, I need to make sure that you’re happy and comfortable,” he says, looking you straight in the eye, but his hand holding your own and rubbing your wedding ring.

you chuckle lightly, but it’s humorless, “it’s just…I haven’t been feeling the best in my body, it’s like I don’t fit in with what the world considers beautiful.”

“if the world doesn’t consider you beautiful then they are blind.”

you lightly punch his shoulder, “where did you learn to flirt like that?”

“y/n, I am serious.”

for some reason, no words come out of your mouth as you see your husband place your hand on his chest, where his heart is, “I don’t know if it helps, but I firmly believe that you’re beautiful in ways that can never be described in words.”

“oh ‘toshi,” you wrap your arms around him and hug tightly, “I love you, so much.”

a smile makes its way onto your face when you feel him smile slightly into your hair, “I love you too.”

“also, why are you wearing a pink apron?” you ask, a giggle escaping your lips and eyeing his ‘best husband’ apron he has on.

“I was trying to cook something for you,” he says, but looks down at this feet, discouraged.

“and?”

“it doesn’t look appetizing,” he sighs before looking up, “I am sorry.”

“I will eat it anyway, it can’t be that bad,” you assure him before walking towards the door but he holds your arm gently.

“no, i can’t let you die because of food poisoning, especially food I made,” he says in slight panic and obvious worry that you can’t help but chuckle at.

SAWAMURA DAICHI:

mornings with you and your husband were generally organized and calm, a couple of kisses here and there, making drinks and breakfast for each other.

today was no different, except daichi has been searching for his cap for the last 15 minutes but to no avail. he searched high and low and checked every corner of the house.

hell, he even checked the attic and while yes, he stumbled across one of the photo albums he oh so adores but can’t indulge in right now, he still can’t find his cap.

so he settles for the option he should have chosen from the very start.

asking you, his beautiful wife, for help.

“y/n! have you seen my cap?”

“no! did you check under your brown coat?” you call out as you, gloomily, look yourself in the mirror.

“yes, but— oh nevermind; it’s really under my brown coat.”

daichi puts his cap on before running back to your room to give you a goodbye kiss, “hey there, gorgeous.”

“you must be developing the mothers’ super power of finding something quite early,” he chuckles, “or it’s a sign for us to finally do something.”

your cheeks heat up as you swat him away, “SAWAMURA DAICHI!”

he smiles again, taking your hand into his and kissing it. soon, he kneels down, “have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“yo-you don’t have to do that now,” you mumble, trying to make him stand up but looking away when he stubbornly stays in his knees, “you will be late.”

gently, he pulls you down to him and pats your head, “well, I think it’s more important to remind my wife that beauty standards are not consistent and shouldn’t be what she compares herself to.”

you narrow your eyes, “you think that it’s that easy to stop—“

he places a finger on your lips before he continues, “she also should know that she is a whole standard herself and that no one can even compare.”

you, flustered, avert your eyes and look away and he takes as a chance to place another kiss on your cheek, “well! I better going now.”

“good luck,” you say softly with a smile and he laughs.

“I don’t need luck as long as I have you by my side!” he raises his left hand and your name that is engraved on the wedding ring shines.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI:

it was just a day of chilling in your house; your husband has finally gotten a one week break and you both agreed to make all out of it.

so after some discussions, you put all the snacks on the table while he gets the blanket and pillows.

“what movie will watch?” you ask while he sets it up.

“whatever you want.”

“then spinning a wheel we shall do,” you hum while he grumbles.

“y/n, it never lands on something we like.”

you giggle, “that’s the fun of it!” you wrap your arms around his shoulders before kissing his cheek, “we can trash talk it all the more and if you don’t like that then we will spin it again.”

his arms find their way around your waist as the both of you sit down, “then what’s the point?”

“the author wants to add words because this was too short for her liking.”

“what?—“

you cut him off by throwing yourself on him causing him to lay down. he groans but pulls you closer nonetheless, “you’re killing me.”

“good,” you smile and snuggle into his chest even more. you sit for a while cuddling together. soon you speak up.

“omi, kiyoomi, omiomi, oni—“

“what.”

“do I look bad lately?” you question and he looks at you offended as if you had insulted his entire lineage.

his eyebrows furrow and a frown is instantly on his face, “who the hell put that dumb idea into your head?”

“no one— in particular— it’s just seeing how the standards for beauty are nowadays, I don’t exactly fit.”

he sighs and takes a hold of your hand, “I am going to say this as politely as I can,” he takes a deep breath, “fuck society and its beauty standards.”

you snort making him roll his eyes, “I am serious; who said you need to fit?”

“the world, omi.”

he bumps your foreheads together lightly, “well the world is dumb and if you believe it then you will be as dumb as it is.”

a pout graces your face and he press a chaste kiss on your lips, “I will love you til we grow old and wrinkly you loser; I don’t care about the standards they put and you shouldn’t.”

you prepare to punch him but he grabs your fist, but looks away to avoid eye contact; his cheeks are a soft red hue as he speaks, “to me…you’re the epitome of perfection and beauty.”

MIYA ATSUMU:

today, one of the many events atsumu has to attend; you know first hand how much he hates these events, and he doesn’t hesitate to let it be known.

“I would much rather spend my time with ya than a stupid event!” to be exact.

so the solution you found into convincing your husband to go the events is that you would go with him which got you to your current predicament.

“y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

“tsumu, have patience for god’s sake!”

“but I wanna see yaaaaaaaaaaa!”

he huffs and grumbles when he doesn’t get a response, “yer so mean.”

after a couple of minutes (really only one minute but atsumu’s patience is non-existent), he gets up and goes to check up on you.

the moment he opens the door, he is met with a sight he wants engrave in his memory forever. you looked beautiful, ethereal, gorgeous, and absolutely stunning to the point he is starting to feel hesitant about letting others see you like this.

they don’t deserve to see such heavenly beauty, he grumbles in his head. not like he does, but oh well some are just privileged. privileged as hell in his case.

“Y/N YA LOOK SO GORGEOUS! BEAUTIFUL! PRETTY! OH MY GOD HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY?!”

you giggle softly but soon start fiddling with your fingers, “you sure? I feel like I don’t exactly look that good.”

“why?” he visibly deflates, and pouts before waddling towards you. he hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, “ya look so pretty, ya always do.”

“i don’t exactly meet the standards of the world nowadays.”

he smiles softly, “do ya want to know something?”

you hum and he interlocks your fingers together.

“everyday, I think about how out my league you are,” he starts, “ya always look so gorgeous and are so beautiful, not to mention your amazing personality.”

a smile makes its way to your face and he chuckle, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I also love yer cute little butt,” he cheekily says while squeezing it making you squeal.

“‘tsumu, we have an event we need to go to!”

“hmmm, I think we can just be fashionably late for tonight.”

OIKAWA TOORU:

“y/n, baby, angel, pretty, gorgeous, can you please come to bed!” your husband whines from the bed while you sit on your desk doing god knows what.

“baby, please I need to have you in my arms or I will die!”

you sigh, “tooru, stop the dramatics; I will be with you soon, bubs.”

he pouts before basically screaming in mini-caps, “YOUR HANDSOME HUSBAND WILL REALLY APPRECIATE HAVING HIS PRETTY WIFE IN HIS ARMS RIGHT NOW!”

soon, you throw an almost-empty pack of tissues on his stomach making him groan, “I said I will be with you soon, you baby.”

he gets up, a cute frown gracing his lips as he stands behind you, “y/n! it’s not nice to hit your husband with a tissue pack!”

“and it’s not nice to keep bugging your wife, pretty boy.”

“I-well-,” he splutters before crossing his arms and looking away. from the corner of your eye, you can see an adorable red hue adorning his cheeks.

“I still make you nervous, tooru?” you tease while he huffs a small ‘hush’.

he gets another chair and sits beside you, “ignoring me, what’s keeping you up, pretty?”

he takes a hold of your hand and rubs his thumb over it before kissing the back of your hand.

“just thinking about how I look…”

“how perfect you look?” he teases lightly, putting a strand of stray hair behind your ear.

“no, you loser,” you say chuckling sadly, “I don’t exactly fit with the beauty standards and stuff; I don’t feel that pretty sometimes.”

“hm, that certainly is a pickle,” he hums thoughtfully, “but it’s okay to feel that way, even I feel like that.”

“the world-known hot-shot argentinian setter doesn’t sit the beauty standards?” you deadpan.

he nudges you with his elbow, “yes even the hot-shot setter, but I just want you to know that no one can always fit these standards, even me.”

“in fact, if you ask me,” he says standing up and pulling you in front of the mirror, “I think you’re the most irresistible, charming and alluring person I have ever laid my eyes on.”

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tojiisprincess · 4 months

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having a migraine with Daichi 𓆩♡𓆪

daichi x fem!reader <3

a/n : I'm in love with Daichi, and I really think he deserve better so i'm writting this hihii ! Hope you like it !

He knew that you were tired, he knew that at the end of the day you will end up with a migraine. That’s why he waits for you, he wants to take you home himself. You finally get out of your classroom and go to him.

“Hey baby, how are you?” he says, waiting for your answer, taking u in his arms.

“My head hurt.” you say, hugging him back.

“Let me get you home safe, we could just relax together?”

“Yes of course Daichi.”

After some time, u two arrive at your house, empty. Your parents work late. Lucky for you, you have Daichi to take care of you.

“Are u hungry?” he asks, as you put down your school bag.

“Not now, can we just cuddle?” you respond, trying to get him in your room, knowing what he’s gonna say.

“You have to eat princess, we’ll eat later, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I promise.” You respond, rolling your eyes.

You two finally can go in your bed, forgetting your hard day. He gently let you lay down.

“Do you want some tea? I know it help.”

“Yes, thanks Captain”

He rolls his eyes to the nickname, going back in the kitchen. He came back with your favorite Sanrio cup, and some hot tea inside.

“Here you go princess” He takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead as you drink the tea.

He settles on your bed, putting the comfy blanket on you two. You put your cup on the nightstand and come lie down on his chest.

“That’s my girl. Are you feeling better?” he brings you closer and gently stroke your hair.

“Yes thanks” you soften under his touch.

“Try to sleep princess, you need it, I’ll be here when you wake up”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #sawamura daichi #daichi fluff #daichi x reader #daichi x you #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi sawamura x you #daichi haikyuu #fluff #migraine #comfort #daichi sawamura fluff

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theycallmebun · 10 months

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icebreaker

daichi sawamura x gn!reader

w/c: 653

genre: hurt to comfort(reassurance)

warnings: crying, insecurity

summary: daichi wants to know what y/n’s biggest fear is, and so they tell him.

“so…”

you know exactly where this is going.

whenever a comfortable silence falls over the two of you at a restaurant–yes, very specific, at a restaurant– daichi likes to ask you these icebreaker questions. well, more like his idea of icebreaker questions.

“what’s your biggest fear?” he questions, chin resting in the palms of his hands, elbows on the table and everything.

you laugh at his foolishness. that’s a new one.

“well, i’ll have you know that i’m not scared of anything,” you say all matter-a-factly.

“aw, come on, y/n. tell me pleeeeease,” he drags out.

“it’s true!” you defend yourself.

“wow, i did not pin you as a liar, y/n.” daichi fake glares at you while shaking his head.

“ugh, fine,” you give into his antics. but in doing so, the air feels heavier, and the atmosphere more serious. the playfulness isn’t quite there anymore when you respond, ”i’m scared…that you’ll fall out of love with me.” you look down into your lap, almost ashamed to be telling him this, even though he asked!

daichi looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed. he gives you the time and space to continue; he can tell you have more to say.

when you look up at him, you continue, “it’s just so scary that it could happen at any moment and i wouldn’t even know because you’d never tell me something like that. you’d never tell anyone anything that would hurt them. and sometimes i wonder if we’re past that point and you don’t love me anymore but continue to stay with me because i’m familiar. or maybe you’re still with me because your heart is too big to let me down. and then i get scared that i’m nailing you to the floor, keeping you from all these other things—”

“y/n.”

“sorry.”

“no, don’t apologize, baby.”

the pet name makes your heart steady. he moves into the chair next to you, rather than staying in the one across from you. when he’s all settled he wraps his arm around you, placing his hand on your waist, rubbing consoling circles with his thumb. you can’t help but lean into him, resting your head on his chest.

daichi leans his head down a little to make sure you can hear what he’s about to tell you.

“if there could be only one thing i could promise, it would be that i will always love you. i don’t think it’s humanely possible to fall out of love with such an amazing person. i don’t know how much comfort only my words can bring you but, i’m so happy with you, y/n. you bring me home and love and all the other ecstacies of life. i’m with you and will continue to be because of that. and also because i hope to fill your life with all those things, too. it’s the least you deserve, my love. and the least i can do for you, really. i love you, y/n. and that will never change. ”

it’s embarrassing that you’re crying this much in a public space but you literally could not give a shit. at the moment, you’re crying too much to get any words out, and daichi understands this. he continues to console you by rubbing his hand up and down your side, while the other comes to cup your face.

the crying ceases as soon as you feel his warmth on your cheek. his thumb rubs against your skin, coaxing your eyes open.

“i love you,” he repeats.

“i love you so much,” you return.

he places only what you can describe as the sweetest kiss ever on your lips. and a few more on your left cheek. and then your right cheek. and then a few more on your lips again.

“do you want the usual?” daichi asks.

“yes, please. thank you, baby.” thank you.

“of course, my love.”

a/n: i was in desperate need of a little bit of fluff on this page holy shit.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu daichi #daichi sawamura #daichi x reader #daichi scenario #daichi imagine #daichi #haikyuu hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #haikyuu scenarios #karasano

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cottonlemonade · 2 months

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Masterlist

art: Studio Ghibli

🌟 Note, all works are x chubby!Reader 🌟

🌷 currently uploading on Mondays/Wednesdays/Fridays 🌷

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Bokuto Koutarou

🫧 How You Met (Falling In Love) word count: 2145, post-time skip

🪭 Well, happy Valentine's... word count: 860, established relationship, post-time skip

🪭 [2.38am] [drabble]

🪭 Pay Attention To Me word count: 819, established relationship, University!AU

🫧 Souvenir [drabble]

🫧 Getting Heavy word count: 519, not quite post-time skip

🫧 When You’re On Your Period [drabble]

🫧 When He Is Jealous [drabble] 🍋

🫧 Distracted [drabble]

🫧 Sneaky [drabble]

🫧 When You’re Being Shipped With Another Player [drabble]

🌱 Scream It From The Rooftops 🍋 word count: 1095

Akaashi Keiji

🫧 How You Met word count: 950, post-time skip

🍡 A Perfect Picture of Innocence word count: 475, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 When You Nod Off At The Library [drabble]

🫧 Laying Awake [drabble]

🫧 Recon word count: 442, pining

🪭 Recreational Reading [drabble] 🍋

Oikawa Tooru

🌧️ Not Enough word count: 2537

🪭🌧️ If He Could word count: 937, pining, University!AU

🌧️ He Misses You When He Travels [drabble]

🪭 Stuck At The Aiport word count: 1057, established relationship, post-time skip

🌧️ All That Matters word count: 1812, pining, fake dating kinda, University!AU

🌧️ Scattered Belongings word count: 769, implied pining, University!AU

🫧 Studying With Oikawa [drabble]

🌧️ Making Up After A Fight word count: 756, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 Take Out and Make Out word count: 850, new relationship, University!AU

🫧 Protecting Your Rival 🍋 word count: 1074, rivals to lovers-implied

Kuroo Tetsurou

🪭 Behind Dusty Shelves word count: 450, established relationship, University!AU

🪭 Stuck At The Airport word count: 757, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 A Chaotic Confession word count: 917, friends to lovers, University!AU

🫧 Sunbeam [drabble]

🫧🍡 Overprepared word count: 947, established relationship, University!AU

🫧 Jealous At Training Camp [drabble] 🍋 [part 2]

🫧 When He Is Jealous (but make it boyfriend) [drabble] 🍋

🫧 Plan B [part 2] word count: 1015, pining, post-time skip

Sawamura Daichi

🪭🌧️ How You Met (and other stuff) word count: 1430, post-time skip

🪭 Actions Have Consequences word count: 729, established relationship, post-time skip

🌱 To Protect word count: 791, pining, not quite time-skip

🌱 Waking Up From A Nightmare [drabble]

Tendou Satori

🫧 Just Crazy Enough word count: 2124, friends to lovers

🪭 After A Long Day [drabble]

🌧️ Just Use Me word count: 649, unrequited love

Iwaizumi Hajime

🪭 POV: you wake up from a naughty dream [drabble] smau, established relationship, aged up

🪭 I Missed You word count: 1340, married, post-time skip

Suna Rintarou

🪭 Keeping Quiet word count: 864, established relationship, post-time skip

🪭 Six And A Half Minutes [part 2] [part 3] word count: 1608, friends to lovers, University!AU

Semi Eita

🪭 Change Of Plans word count: 735, established relationship, University!AU

🍡 Cleaning Day [drabble]

Tsukishima Akiteru

🫧 Confessions After Hours word count: 1124, friends to lovers

Tsukishima Kei

🌧️ 🫧 How To Comfort People by Tsukishima Kei 🍋 word count: 961, rivals to a little less rivals

🫧 He Takes Care Of You [drabble] 🍋

🪭 Camping In A Storm [drabble] 🍋

🫧🪭 Just A Dream 🍋 word count: 806, married, post-time skip

🫧 And Another Thing [drabble]

Kozume Kenma

🫧 How You Met word count: 832, post-time skip

Koganegawa Kanji

🍡 A Clumsy Couple Makes Out word count: 747, new established relationship, University!AU

Kita Shinsuke

🫧 How You Met word count: 927, post-time skip

🪭 Insatiable [drabble]

🫧 Ideal [drabble]

🫧 A Simpler Life [part 2] word count: 1585, slice of life, neighbors to lovers, post-time skip

🌱 Breathe word count: 461, established relationship, post-time skip

Sugawara Koushi

🪭 Sunday Morning With Your Husband [drabble] 🍋

Miya Osamu

🌧️🫧 Archnemesis 🍋 word count: 1066, rivalry, pining, 3rd year twins

🍡🫧 Strawberry Lotion word count: 546, established relationship, aged up

🫧 He Proposes To You word count: 588, established relationship, post-time skip

Miya Atsumu

🫧 How You Met word count: 1062, post-time skip

🫧 That Time I Made My Brother Hide In The Bathroom To Talk To A Girl word count: 876, post-time skip

🫧 All Is Fair In Love And War [drabble] 🍋

🫧 Call Me Baby 🍋 word count: 723, friends to lovers

🫧🪭 Sunday Morning With Your Husband 🍋

Matsukawa Issei

🪭 The Coziness Of Storagerooms 🍋 word count: 882, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 500 yen [drabble]

🪭 Noisy Neighbors 🍋 word count: 603, married, post-time skip

Ennoshita Chikara

🫧 Period Relief Plan [drabble] 🍋

Hinata Shoyo

🫧 Chicken Soup 🍋

🫧 So Close [drabble]

Kageyama Tobio

🫧 How You Met 🍋 word count: 1288, post-time skip

Various

🫧 When He Realizes You Are The One (Bokuto, Kuroo, Tendou, your fave) [drabble]

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🫧 fluff // 🌱 comfort // 🍡 suggestive // 🪭 spice // 🌧️ angst/hurt // 🍋|☕️ request

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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↳ pairing: d. sawamura x f!reader

↳ notes: sfw, fluff, comfort, friends to lovers, boys really do suck sometimes and i need daichi to make it all better

↳ wc: 1.5k

↳ tagging: @briokayama, my #1 ride or die daichi fucker/suga kinnie 🧡

You were sitting outside on the steps when you heard the shuffle of feet and a familiar voice behind you.

“There you a-“ Daichi stopped dead in his tracks as you quickly wiped the tears off your face with a frown. He softened his voice and started over. “Hey,” he said as you turned your head, trying to avoid his gaze. “You okay, (y/n)?”

Without looking at him you shook your head no.

“Can I sit down?” he said, nodding at the vacant space on the step.

Still trying to hide your face, you nodded, sniffling.

Daichi set his bag down and you inched over to make room for him. He smelled nice. He always did. Even after practices and games he somehow managed to smell good.

“You wanna talk about it?” His big brown eyes looking after you.

“No,” you said quietly as you wiped a fresh tear away with the back of your hand.

“Would it help if I just sit here with you?”

He was always so nice. And attractive. Too bad he was already taken.

“Yeah,” you mumbled.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence together for about 30 seconds before you caved.

“I’m so fucking done with guys!” You turned to look at him, his eyebrows raising when your forlorn expression had been replaced by one of anger. “Why do they all suck so fucking much? Not you Dai, you’re cool. But why do all the other guys suck so hard? It’s like they do shit knowing they’re gonna fuck with a girl’s feelings without even batting an eye! Well I tell you what, I’m going on a dating strike! The next guy who wants to try to get one over on me? I’m not even gonna give him the time of day! See how he likes that! Rejection’s a bitch, ain’t it, asshole?” you said out loud to the hypothetical guy.

Daichi just sat and let you rant, nodding and shaking his head at the appropriate moments.

“Or! Maybe what I should do is act interested and give him the time of day just to yank it away from him. Like, sike bitch!” you said to the hypothetical guy again. “You know what I’m saying?” Daichi nodded with a furrowed brow. “Like bat my fucking eyelashes at him and giggle and shit, text him back and forth for a few days and then when he’s all…” Daichi raised his eyebrows in amusement when you did your best dude voice. “...hey girl, I like you a lot. You’re so cool and smart and amazing and beautiful. Let me take you out this weekend…” You resumed your normal voice “I’ll be like mmm NAHHH I just like you as a friend and friendzone his ass! Only worse cuz it’ll be a fake friendzoning!” You growled and propped your chin on your palm.

Daichi hated that you’d been taken for a ride by another shithead, but he thought you looked so cute looking off into the distance with your cheeks puffed out.

“Listen, (y/n), before you completely write off guys let me set you up on a blind date.” You looked at him like he was crazy. “Hear me out!” he said, holding up a finger, still red from the spiking drills he'd just left from.

Way you saw it, Daichi was your friend. When you met him, you’d only been at Karasuno for a couple of days after transferring from another school. You were in the same classes together, and he’d been the first of your new classmates to introduce himself and show you around. You learned that he was captain of the high school’s volleyball team, which didn’t surprise you given his uncontrived charm and the way people naturally followed him. Those things quickly became two of several reasons you found him irresistibly attractive. It really sucked that he was taken.

“I’m listening…”

“I know someone who I think would be really into you.” Your heart dropped, but it only made sense. He was taken. Of course he’d try to set you up with some other guy. But you trusted his judgment and figured what the hell.

“Go on…”

“Let me set something up and get back with you on it, okay?”

“Daichi,” you said with a pained expression. “I don’t know…”

“Tell you what. If you don’t like him or he breaks your heart, I’ll personally make sure he’s held accountable!” he said, rubbing his hands together.

You grinned and nodded. “Okay…”

“You trust me?”

“I trust you.”

“Alright. I’ll text you with the details later.”

⁎⁎⁎

You’d just crawled into bed and were about to set your phone on the nightstand when Daichi’s text came through.

Daichi: You know the art exhibit that’s in town this month?

You: yeah?

Daichi: be there Friday, 7pm. He’ll be standing next to the entrance holding a yellow daisy.

You: Are you serious? That’s so cheesy.

Daichi: Yeah well he’s kind of a hopeless romantic like that. But I know he’ll treat you right.

You: Okay, we’ll see.

Daichi: Let me know how it goes afterwards, okay?

You: yeah, okay.

You set your phone down and switched off the bedside lamp. You laid your head down with a sigh. If Daichi was friends with him, he must be a good guy, right?

[ friday 7:01pm ]

You slowly walked towards the small crowd that had gathered to stand in line for tickets, head slowly turning this way and that, looking for the yellow daisy.

He saw you first and was immediately taken by the pretty sundress you wore and the way you’d perfectly pinned your hair back to accentuate the most beautiful parts of your face and neck.

You spotted the daisy, your heart crashing against your ribs as your eyes trailed their way up to see what he…

Daichi?

He smiled at you as he swaggered towards you, that cute grin of his with his black hair softly framing his handsome face. You were confused as shit.

“Daichi? What are you doing here?”

“I’m taking you on a blind date.”

You blinked. “Wh-...did he stand me up or something and this is your way of making it up to me?”

He took a step toward you and put the daisy in your hair. “I am him, (y/n).”

“B-but…you’re taken.”

He flinched and furrowed his brow. “I am?”

“Yeah, aren’t you dating Michimiya?”

His incredulous laugh sounded more like a fart as it vibrated off his lips. “Michimi-” he trailed off. “Seriously?”

“Yeah? You’re dating her, right?”

Daichi’s shoulders shook with laughter. “No? What makes you think that?”

You spoke of all the times you’d seen them in the hall outside of class talking. The other girl’s eyes were always filled with admiration whenever they talked, and Daichi would always smile back at her as they went on about their shared love of volleyball. You’d always envied her, but she seemed like a sweet girl. You didn’t fault her one bit for having a thing for Daichi. Hell, so did you.

Your crush, who you ironically assumed had long ago relegated you to the friendzone, shook his head. “She’s the captain of the girls’ team and we’ve only ever been friends and classmates. I know she likes me, but I like someone else.” He looked you up and down, his gaze traveling the length of your body.

“M-me?” you said meekly.

Daichi was starting to lose his nerve. He’d hoped you would’ve had a positive reaction by now - if he’d correctly read all the signs right from the beginning. The very first time he talked to you, your eyes sparkled. The same way they would when you discovered the poignancy in poetry, or the first sakura buds in the early spring.

But you were giving him very little to go on since spotting him a few moments ago. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

For the first time since you’d known him, you saw uncertainty flash in his eyes. “Yeah? Is that weird?”

You stared at him in disbelief for a moment before licking your lips. “Daichi…”

“Yeah?” he said, grimacing.

“Kiss me.”

His expression relaxed into one of comfort - the one you knew best. With a subtle smirk on his lips he placed a large, warm hand under your jaw and moved in so close that you could hear his voice in his breath when he said, “Can I?”

You nodded slowly and his lips descended on yours, softly moving against them as a quiet groan left his lips. His large hand stretched along your neck and shoulder as your fingers snaked their way into his dark brown hair.

Neither of you noticed when some of the people around you began to step back and aww at the making of the young, new couple before them. It was only when you both began to hear clapping that you became intensely aware of the fact that Daichi’s teeth were scraping along your tongue in front of a whole ass group of strangers.

You pulled back, breaking your kiss to look up at Daichi who was looking back down at you with wet lips. “Shall we?” he said, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth again.

“We shall,” you answered, smiling up at him.

You let him lead you into what would prove to be one of the most magical nights of your life, and he never let you down.

#daddy daichi #daichi #sawamura #daichi sawamura #daichi fluff #daichi comfort #daichi x f!reader #daichi x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq

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fortheharbingers · 2 years

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"it's not just about sex. it's about the intimacy, of being vulnerable with one another, being so close to one another emotionally and physically. ...but it's also about sex and fucking so good all you can think about is each other."

kuroo, daichi, noya, tanaka, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa, makki, iwiazumi, ennoshita, tendou, osamu, kita

#consider this like: how good just lying naked feels and its such a peaceful and comforting moment but also u cannot get a hold of ur hands #tbh i fele like i should add someone else like someone is MISSING but i cant think rn so uh yea #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #daichi sawamura #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #oikawa tooru #hanamaki takahiro #ennoshita chikara #tendou satori #miya osamu #kita shinsuke #iwaizumi hajime #nova writes<3

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taones · 1 year

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If You Can Hold On (3) - A.A, S.K, S.D

rewrite of the third part of the series (first and second parts here and here, original series on my masterlist) enjoy <3

pairing ~ poly asadaisuga x gn!reader

warnings ~ pining, angst, arguments, swearing, general stress tbh, my horrible attempt at writing purposefully cringe flirting, mildly suggestive, very brief editing and spellcheck so

You sniffed as you stirred, pulling the soft fabric underneath your cheek further into you. It smelt like sandalwood with a hint of coffee and you were instantly reminded of Daichi. The man’s coffee addiction had become serious during his final year. You supposed yours would too, if you were in charge of Hinata. His scent was a big reason why you enjoyed stealing Daichi’s clothes so much. Gripping the fabric in your fingers, the underneath was oddly warm. The further you returned to your sleepy state, the less you found yourself caring about the odd warmth of your cushion, or the slow rise and fall of it under your head.

“Still sleepy, huh?”

Jolting, you snapped your eyes open. A strong heat flooded under the skin of your cheeks, you shot up. An action that brought the blanket that was covering you tumbling down your form, settling at your waist and exposing not only your body, but Daichi’s. You had heard several times from his partners that the man likes forgoing shirts when he sleeps, but observing it was a whole other story. Usually, when you stayed around, he was up and dressed before any of you and you never saw him without a shirt. It soon became clear why this was a good thing. The man was laying in the bed, under where you just laid, dressed in nothing but pajama pants and an unzipped hoodie. Honey coloured skin peaked out from the gap between the zipper, a toned and yet perfectly soft stomach just begging for you to reach out and run your fingers down it.

Shuffling from the other side of the bed alerted you to the other two presences in the room. Asahi was sitting against the headboard, the other side of where you had evidently slept last night. His curly hair was piled on top of his head and he had those damn reading glasses on, the ones that made him look just as intelligent as you knew he was. He smiled closed mouthed, obviously bemused at your shock, and waved with the hand that was currently holding his book. Sugawara was curled under his arm, on the far side of the bed - still snoring, of course. Koushi was the sleepiest of all three of you. Hyper, undeniably, but once he was asleep, he was down for the count.

Asahi slid a hand onto the thigh that was closest to him. His hands were large and calloused against the soft skin of your exposed thigh. Why you decided to pack shorts was a mystery to you. Especially now as you flexed the muscles, trying desperately to not squirm and pay attention to what he was about to say.

“We were gonna grab some breakfast” he explained, in an unfairly attractive morning voice,

“We passed a diner last night, probably swinging back ‘round to that”

“Once sleeping beauty wakes up, that is”

You smiled, biting your lip in an attempt not to laugh. The three of you would have an easier time herding cats. Asahi’s hand slipped off of your thigh. You tried to suppress the shiver that ran up your spine and desperately ignored the way you missed his touch as soon as it left. Getting breakfast together was a routine you were all well versed in. You had all spent the majority of weekends before your exams meeting in a small cafe near your homes to get waffles together. Simpler times, you guessed. You knew each others orders like the back of your hands, and you always got fed portions of their individual orders no matter how many times you went. The contrast between each order was evident and matched perfectly with each of them.

“I’m up for waffles”

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The diner was relatively busy when you got there. Of course, with Daichi’s team dad skills and Asahi’s somewhat intimidating stature, you had managed to secure a booth just fine. As tradition went, it was you and Asahi on one side, Daichi and Koushi on the other. Asahi trapped you against the wall with his broad shoulders, but you liked the security of it and this is something the others had very clearly noticed. You were almost 100% certain that the seating was done this way so you and Asahi wouldn’t comment on the obnoxious amount of chocolate and cream the other two piled onto their waffles.

Conversation flowed easily. You were too sleepy to even entertain the thought of your wallowing that morning, much rather preferring the simple reminiscing and idle chatter the boys filled the silence with. At one point you had said something that made Daichi laugh so hard that he had snorted his milkshake out of his nose. There was some hope that they didn’t notice the way you preened like a cat at getting the usually stoic man to laugh that hard. It was a beautiful noise, but his true laugh was rare. The dad-like chortle making way for wheezing towards the end of his laughing fits was enough to get even the most stone-faced of people to crack a smile.

You handed him a wad of napkins. He took them with both hands, lifting one to wipe his face and keeping the other firmly grasping yours. Your breath hitched.

Eventually, after the fifth time of Daichi wiping the wrong spot, Koushi grasped a few more napkins from your hands and wiped the remaining chocolate off of Daichi’s face. You held out another napkin for the silver-haired man's fingers, being met by his signature dazzling smile.

“What would we do without you, huh gorgeous?”

The bliss was interrupted by all of their phones pinging a notification simultaneously. Suga read the text and visibly grimaced. In an effort to protect yourself from the hurt, you cast your gaze towards the table. It was very obviously a group chat you were not on. The little bubble of joy you had experienced just moments prior popped sharply and it was if the room had dimmed under the morning sun. That was fine, they were allowed to be in chats without you, it wasn’t a big deal, it might not be their new addition, right? You repeated the question in your head like a mantra to calm yourself as you tapped on Asahi to let you out.

“I’m gonna order another drink” you mumbled, smiling brightly at the boys.

The last couple of seconds replayed in your head over and over, even while stammering out your drink order. It was slightly easier to hide your scorned feelings when you weren’t facing the cause. Your back was aimed towards the table of boys, even as you reached the coffee station and made a grab at a few paper packets of sugar.

The paper was flimsy in your hands, not aiding the clumsiness that was already plaguing you. The coffee was intended for Suga and the man liked his coffee in a very particular way. You counted out exactly two packets of white sugar, and one packet of brown sugar. E preferred the wooden stirrers, even when spoons were available, said they reached the sugar in the bottom of the cup easier. Of course, this was most likely complete nonsense but you couldn’t help but entertain the thought as you took yourself through the motions. You smiled gently at the routine and just how absurd it would look to anyone else. How were you supposed to explain the oddity that was Sugawara Koushi and his fantastical coffee routine?

A hand settled next to you on the coffee counter.

“That’s a lot of sugar for someone already so sweet looking”

Turning, you came face to face with a man a little bit taller than you, he had dark hair and a decently attractive smile. He was cute, sure. But he wasn’t quite as tall as Asahi, he didn’t have Daichi’s warm smell and his flirting was kind of wooden to anyone who was familiar with Koushi’s cheekier flirting. In your peripherals, you could see the inquisitive glances from your friends and you really couldn’t help yourself after that. Was it kind to lead someone on? Maybe not but you were tired of morality and interested to see how this would play out.

Giggling, you looked up at him through your lashes. Screw it, if you couldn’t have who you wanted, you were at least gonna have fun.

“Maybe I like sweet things, don’t judge” you mused, taking the wooden stirrer between your teeth.

The man leaned his other arm on the coffee counter, effectively trapping you against the cart. It was a move you assumed was meant to come across as sexy. However it just made you feel like you were a caged animal, cornered and ready to claw your way out of the situation. His hand retracted, holding more napkins than any one man could possibly need. The dark haired man shot you a wink and you forced out a smile in return, shooting a glance at your now empty table. The brilliant smile of the man in front of you began to fade, causing you to snap your head towards him.

“I’m so sorry, what was that?” you questioned politely, putting the clueless act on once again.

A throat was cleared next to you. There was really no denying how intimidating the boys were when they wanted to be. Daichi’s arms bulged from where they were crossed over his chest. It was a display that would usually make your mouth water, but only proved to further fuel your anxiety in the given moment. They weren’t scary to you of course, but the sharp glare Suga was sending the man as well as Asahi’s unimpressed look caused a flush of anxiety to run through you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Suga hissed at the poor man, who was now looking about ready to run.

“Sorry” the man stuttered, “I didn’t realise they were taken, know when i'm not welcome”

He put his hands up in a mock surrender and turned to leave.

“Wait, no i’m not-” you started, but he was gone.

They had, not for the first time, rendered you speechless. Embarrassment curled in your gut, bubbling up into something more volatile when you saw the satisfied looks they sported, eyes following the man back to his table. Disbelief didn’t even begin to cover the cocktail of emotions that were currently mixing within you.

If you didn’t leave, you were going to lose your temper very quickly. Chest heaving, you recentred yourself and spun on your heel, pulling your wallet out.

The lady behind the counter looked only mildly intrigued at the odd display that had just occurred in front of her. She curled a perfectly manicured eyebrow at you as if to ask if you needed a hand. It filled you with a certain sense of irony, that this random woman was more concerned as to your feelings at that moment than your actual friends, who had known you for years. You stuttered out an apology and slammed some cash on the counter, probably harder than intended. Then you promptly turned and marched out of the diner.

The mad scramble behind you was ignored in your attempt to walk to the car without bursting into tears, punching something, or both. You heard the protests in the background but they were muffled by the buzzing of rage in your ears. Fists curling and uncurling, you tried to think back to the last time you had gotten this angry. You had been plenty angry in the past, school was a difficult time for everyone, but the three men you had left in the diner were usually the first ones to calm you down. This was one of the only times they were the cause of your wrath. Most likely, they would also be on the receiving end of said wrath soon enough.

Kicking the dust of the car park, you watched as stones and dirt scattered away from you. You wanted to scream, hit things, throw yourself in the dirt and cry - anything that would take some pressure off of the crushing weight in your torso. The flame twisted and gnashed at your insides, growling and clawing its way up your oesophagus until it released itself in a small scream of frustration. Would things ever be simple for you?

Telepathy had never been a skill you particularly craved until that moment. There was no way of understanding what those three idiots were thinking. Even if you did know, you were doubtful it would soothe your frustration. You threw yourself on the ground behind the trunk of the car, yanking your phone out of the pocket of your jeans.

“Kiyoko” you seethed down the phone, “will you please come and pick me up”

She gave you the affirmative and set the loose time limit to her arrival. No doubt Yachi would be with her. You weren’t sure whether you would be able to deal with their romance in your face at that moment, but anything was better than being stuck in a car with Asahi, Daichi and Sugawara.

Jangling alerted you to the three men in question. They had obviously paid and were frantically looking around the cars to locate you. With any luck a sinkhole would open in the earth and swallow you whole before they spotted you.

Luck was never your thing.

The sky had opened up once again. It was almost beginning to grate on your nerves how much it had been raining this trip. The irony had been entertaining in the beginning, bordering on humorous how cliche it was. Now the weather you usually took so much pleasure in indulging in was maddening. You wanted to be angry with them for once, yell even. But the rain was washing your frustration away, leaving an empty feeling. A feeling that made you want to give up.

Your prayers went unanswered, the three men walking up to you in due time.

“What was that?” you questioned, voice resigned.

“What do you mean? He was flirting with you”

The sound of genuine confusion in Asahi’s voice made your food feel like it was curdling inside of you. You breathed out in disbelief, brows knitting together tightly.

“And just what does that have to do with any of you?”

None of them replied, taken back by your outburst. You stood abruptly and continued.

“You’re all dating! You literally have two boyfriends and I know you’re talking to another person. So really” you paused, “why the fuck does it matter if i don’t want to be alone anymore? Do I not deserve to be wanted? You evidently don’t want me”

Your voice cracked towards the end of your rant. Three pairs of eyes stared at you in disbelief. The hints of hurt mixed into all three was evident, but you felt like a bottle that had been shaken and the lid was off. You erupted once again. there was nothing more that you wanted than to be loved on purpose. it was inexplicably unfair that even unconnected attempts at finding a relationship had to be ruined by the three men in front of you.

“God it hurts, can you not see that? It hurts so bad. You won’t ever understand how much it pains me to be around you and see just how happy this new person is going to make you, knowing that’s not me? That hurts” you spat the last sentences, vitriol coating your words.

The storming sea inside you had calmed somewhat, leaving you to assess the damage your words had done. It wasn’t the most ideal way to confess your feelings but the weight that was lifted off your shoulders felt tremendous. The pain you were feeling was paralysing, stopping you from running like you desperately wanted to. It knocked the wind out of you, reducing your last statement to a pathetic whisper.

“I get you don’t want me around, but other people will. It’s not okay to take that away from me”

As if some God had heard your plea, Kiyoko’s tiny blue car sped into the car park just as you broke down crying. The womans tiny blonde girlfriend sped out of the car, catching you before your knees could meet the wet sand beneath you. Yachi cooed at you softly, placing her entire body in front of you as if to form a shield between you and the cause of your heart ache. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern, eyes filling with sympathy at your curled up figure.

It was truly humiliating.

Kiyoki motioned for her to pull you into the car, stepping out of the driver's side herself and towards you. The dainty hands of the younger girl were soft and comforting, her rose scent filled your stuffy nose while she led your stumbling form to the welcome shelter of her girlfriend's car. The difference in posture between the two of you was like night and day. You were hunched over, protecting yourself from outside view. Your wounds were gaping, horrible open pits with your rawest emotions in the middle for everyone to gaze at and laugh. She wrapped a soft blanket around you, bandaging you up and keeping you safe in the backseat of the car.

There were muffled voices from the outside of the car, but the sound of the heater being cranked full blast muffled them. There was a lot of angry words, not quite yelling but scolding certainly. You whimpered at the noise, not being able to distinguish who it was. You were certain they would never want to see you again, let alone speak to you, after your outburst. If only there was a way to scoop all of your words off of the floor and shove them back down into your mouth. Daichi, Asahi and Sugawara had never been in love with you, you could deal with that fact. Them cutting ties completely would surely kill you.

A polaroid of Yachi and Kiyoko, perched on a wall and smiling at each other, was stuck to the centre of the car, directly above the stereo. It hung there, mocking you. You stared and tried not to think about how you would never be able to achieve that, not where it counted. In the end, it was easier to avert your gaze than confront what you couldn’t have.

Fuming, Kiyoko wrenched the door open and threw herself into the driver's seat. It was a miracle she managed to make even that look graceful. Her face was unnaturally contorted by an anger that was uncommon for her. It marred her beautiful features viciously. In staring at her, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. It was a distressing look to say the least. Your hair was messy from your own grip and the bags under your eyes had only gotten worse. What little effort you had put into your looks this morning had all gone to waste, either washes away or dampened under the rain.

Yachi stroked her hand over your shoulder and climbed into the passenger's seat.

Staring out of the back window as the car pulled away, you caught sight of the three you had left behind. Koushi was patting Azumane’s back from where he crouched on the ground, dragging large hands across his face. Daichi was beside them, head buried in his arms on top of the car. You blinked. They had no right to be upset, you thought. You tried to block it all from your mind as their figures turned into tiny dots in the distance. All the years of friendship, the lives you had built together and the dreams you had created - they were buried in the dust where you left them.

me: says I'll post part three the next day, also me: takes a week to post it. I'm not sure when I'll get around to posting part 4 but hopefully I'll remember to actually post it

#asadaisuga #asadaisuga x reader #haikyuu imagine #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu hurt/comfort #poly haikyuu

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touchlikethesun · 23 days

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i do think that the 3rd years must feel some pressure to be more responsible around the 2nd and 1st years, not to an insane degree but like it is there, and so it's really really nice when there's a scene with just them joking around with each other and being silly like they're high school boys they're kidsss they're so silly they're so funny suga's love language is screaming and violence daichi's kags impression is spot on i love them i love them a lot

#so much going on #but like the 3rd year parent jokes are annoying but at the same time i do get the sense that they aren't as comfortable messing around like #this with the 2nd and 1st years like there's the tiniest littlest bit of distance bc they're older and they're supposed to be the mentors #i always like to see them more relaxed like this we don't see it all that often #also i think they might be slightly delirious here bc this is after the practice game with fukurodani #so they're coming off a week of INTENSE training and many many (so many) penalties #anyways the third years are underrated pls love and appreciate them #azumane asahi #sugawara koushi #sawamura daichi #haikyuu #karasuno third years #summer training camp arc

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trimisu · 2 years

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Oh yeah also also!!

Hq character and reader gets into a fight (they’re dating now, ofc fights are gonna happen once in a while)

Hq character says something along the lines of “im done” or “im tired” and reader misunderstands it as they meant their relationship

So the guilt, anxiety and fear starts crashing down and they’re lowkey hyperventilating and panicking

And then comes comfort hehe

Contain/s: mentions of hyperventilating, argument, angst with comfort

A/n: well, this took so long to answer :D

Masterlist

"I am getting tired of this shit!" That's what their last words were before they left.

You were tired and stressed out, it was just a small misunderstanding, but you didn't expect that you will be screaming at each other. The fight went on for a while, exchanging profanities and insults at each other before your partner leave the house with a loud slam from the door.

Your feet were glued to the floor as you stared at the place where they last stood before they left. This is it. It's all over. There's a higher chance that they will pack up their things and leave you alone.

Guilt, fear, and anxiety crept into your body as you gripped your arms tighter, your heart began to ache at the thought of them leaving you. What do you do? What should you do? Should you run out of the house and look for them?

You were panicking as these thoughts run through your head, your hands were sweating bullets as you unconsciously rubbed your arms while you feel your tears prickled from your eyes. You felt dizzy as you rapidly tried to get enough air in your lungs, you can even hear your heart beating fast.

"It's going to be alright," you heard a familiar, soft voice. You look up to see your lover who came back with a look of concern on their face, "follow my breathing, slow deep breaths," you felt a warm hand lifting yours to their chest.

It was warm, you felt their chest heaving up and down slowly. You looked and followed the movement of their lips, it parted as they breathe in and pursed their lips as they breathe out. With a few slow deep breaths, you were able to breathe normally, though with a few sobbing sounds.

"Are you alright? Do you need anything?" You felt their thumb on your wet cheek, wiping away the remaining tears in your eyes.

You shake your head as a response, "listen, I'm so sorry about earlier! I...I let that situation the better of me and—"

Your partner cuts you off, "Hey, it's fine! I also felt guilty about what happened earlier... But I want to figure this issue out together once our minds are clear, yeah?"

Your eyes filled with hope and surprise, "y-you won't leave me, then?" Hearing your question made them surprised, did them walking out made you think of this?

"Of course not! I want you to know that no matter how many arguments or fights we have, I still love you and that won't change," you felt butterflies fluttering around your stomach as their eyes goes soft and their voice was raised a bit but in a softer tone.

You smiled as you felt their fingers interlocking with yours.

"Shall we hit the bed and talk about it in the morning?"

"Huh? Haven't you heard? You're sleeping on the couch tonight!"

"We both know that you can't sleep when I'm not next to you, (Y/n)..."

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tsukkismoonlight · 1 year

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HQ!! Types of friends || misc headcanons

Based on actual things I've done with my friends cause it's the little things in life <3

Ft. Atsumu, Kenma, Tsukishima, Akaashi, Bokuto, Daichi, Terushima, Oikawa, and Nishinoya

Atsumu is the one who has a water balloon fight with you, in your front yard, at 10pm. You were supposed to have it earlier, but the day had other plans. But when he saw you feeling bummed about it, he took the initiative to fill the balloons and put them outside for you two. Sure it was cold, but the way you two were laughing your asses off as you tried to hit each other, and failed half the time because of how dark it was? A memory you won't ever forget.

Kenma who calls you at 9:30pm, asking if you'd want to come over and play games with him. Sometimes the night consists of the two of you playing some multiplayer game together, while other nights are spent sitting quietly as you both try to complete your own games. When you stay over a little too late, he'll say that it's okay if you just crash there. And if you're the type who doesn't sleep until it's technically morning, just like him, the two of you will scrounge around the kitchen finding odd snacks for 4am, like left over pizza for kenma, and two uncrustables for yourself.

Tsukishima isn't one to be overly affectionate to his friends, everyone already knows this. But you easily notice that it's the little things that show he cares. Something he does often, is recommending movies or tv shows that he enjoyed, hoping that you'd like them too. He will usually wait a few days before asking if you watched them yet, and to ask what you thought about them. He likes to make sure that you enjoyed what he recommended, and of course it makes him feel better knowing that he's still up to date with the things you like.

Akaashi is the type of friend who will let you randomly come over, sprawl across his bed and just talk about your day. He likes to watch you recount your adventures, finding it funny how animated you can be while storytelling. Occasionally he'll add his own anecdotes, granted they're a lot less flashy, but it always brings your mood up just hearing about his day. At a point, he makes sure to have 'your spot' on his bed clear of anything that could get in your way, and even bought extra blankets for you to use while you're there.

Bokuto always gives you the biggest bear hugs when he sees you, as long as you let him do so that is. It doesn't matter if it's been a few weeks or a few days since he saw you last. He wraps strong arms around you, nearly squeezing the life out of you as he lifts you from the ground, a boisterous and infectious laugh that will rumble through his chest each and every time he does this. One time, when he went on a particularly long trip, he left you with a sweater of his, saying something about how hopefully it would take the place of his hugs until he came back.

Daichi is the friend who tries new recipes with you. If you're craving something, he'll find the recipe online, and go buy the ingredients. You take turns on whose kitchen you use, but you always cook them together. There's always a good mix of your favorite music artists, resulting in small dance parties while you wait for your food to cook. For the most part, you two wind up with a delicious meal or snack, but there have been times when something doesn't come out right, and you have to brainstorm on who to give the leftovers to.

Terushima goes on late night drives with you. If it's nice enough, the windows are rolled down, and the music is just slightly too loud to have any sort of conversation with him. Sometimes he's a little scary of a driver, in his words "the curbs just jump out at me sometimes" but regardless, you'll always think fondly of how terrible of singers you both are, though neither of you care that much. Sometimes, when you're feeling extra dubious, he comes up with the scheme of stealing a lone traffic cone, which has resulted in his room having two or three of the things.

Oikawa hates house sitting alone. He honestly just hates being alone in the first place, which is why you're the first of his friends that he reaches out to. He makes sure to tell whoever it is that he's watching the house for that you'll be there, and by now they've come to remember your name. Sometimes you two don't even do anything while you're there, but the comfort in knowing that neither of you are alone in an unfamiliar place is always welcome. On top of that, he likes to joke about how similar house sitting together is to if you'd be roommates. Slightly messy living room, sleepovers in your not so far rooms, and plenty of movie nights.

Nishinoya goes ghost hunting with you. He's practically the only one of your friends who even agrees to go. He'll help research any supposedly haunted areas in your town, and do his best to exaggerate the details in an attempt to scare you. While you're out on an adventure, he'll be sure to make sure he's prepared with all of the necessary items, flashlights, snacks, bandaids, some sort of protective ward, random coins to leave as gifts for the spirits. You love seeing how invested in the activity he gets, and how eventually he's the one inviting you to go out and explore.

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