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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Akaashi, Bokuto and Kuroo

Reacting to their SO having a Mental Breakdown

Kenji Akaashi x GN! Reader; Kotaro Bokuto X GN! Reader; Tetsuro Kuroo x GN! Reader

Warnings: talks of mental illness, comfort

A/N: This is a request from @alreadyinsane!

Akaashi

Arguably the most supportive of the group

Not arguably actually, it’s facts

First off, Akaashi is the kind of guy who is going to have a tool belt of useful information and techniques at the ready

Let’s just say, this isn’t his first rodeo ok?

He knows you struggle with mental health because he he asks you about it!

Like Suga says, it’s a setters job to ask how their teammates are doing!

Akaashi just carries that outside of the game

So when you start having a mental breakdown, the first thing Akaashi is going to do is ask you what you need from him

Whether it be a hug, space, help with breathing techniques, this man has got you 👏🏻

He’s going to do whatever he can to help you through it

After things have calmed down, he is definitely going to continue to monitor your situation

He’s going to take time to make sure you are ok and he won’t leave you alone!

Even if he can’t be there, he will make sure your friends or parents are available for you

11/10 support system

Kuroo

He’s a literal dad

This man handles things with dad like behavior

He’s always watching out for you and making sure that you are mentally, emotionally and physically healthy

He monitors your water intake, food intake and your mental status multiple times a day

Please he had a system in place!

He will text you to make sure you’ve drank all your water and make sure you aren’t working to hard

But even thought he’s diligent, sometimes things happen

And mental health isn’t cut and dry

So if you do have a panic attack or just a mental break, he’s there for you

He’s not as efficient as Akaashi but he still asks you what you need

His first instinct is to be near you

But if you ask him for space, he will gladly give it to you but will still stay in the same vicinity

He always has food and water by him if you need it

If you need to talk, he will listen and give great advice

If you need a hug, man is a giant and will give you one in .02 seconds!

Solid 10/10!

Bokuto

✋🏻alright let’s be honest here-

I love this man with all my heart and as much as I’d love to say he would be amazing 😅

Ok let me give him this, he is very aware of your needs

He’s attentive to you but not always emotionally

He is very affectionate and will always comfort you

But man’s struggles with his own emotions so it’s kind of hard for him to help regulate

If you do have a mental breakdown in front of him, he is immediately going to be right there

And he is going to hug you

I do feel like he would respect you if you didn’t want to be touched but would it hurt his feelings? Yes, yes it would

If you have an emotional or mental breakdown, Bokuto is going to have one

You are this man’s pride and joy and he will immediately feel what you feel

He is weirdly good at reassuring you that everything will be ok tho

Like you know he will be there to help you if you need him!

He’s 100% that “it’s you and me against the world” partner

7/10 help during a mental breakdown but 100/10 gives the best hugs

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calqlate · 10 months

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SAVE HIM

SUMMARY: If you had to name your biggest regret, it would be failing to save Akaashi Keiji. So, when the time came for you to save him, would you be able to do that?

PAIRING: akaashi keiji x gn! reader

WC: 2298

NOTE(S): based off the 2016 anime orange

A/N: edited and republished this from wattpad! this is completely not proofread so there might be mistakes :") n e ways pls enjoy! ^^

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If one could change the future, would they do so? If one could erase their regrets from the past, would they do so? And if one could change the future, would they do so?

Because those were your exact thoughts. You knew that if a chance arose for you to redo the mistakes from your past, you would glady do so, all to create a better future with fewer regrets. Or, at the very least, reduce the number of regrets you would be carrying with you into the future.

At present day, you stood in front of the framed picture, tears rolling down your cheeks. The picture was of a somewhat tan boy with wavy black hair and a pair of mesmerising eyes that were a harmonious blend of blue, grey, and green. A dull ache settled in your chest as you bent over and clutched your shirt, with the same few words leaving your lips.

"I'm sorry, Keiji," was all you could say over and over again, as if the boy could hear you, "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

There were a million things you knew that you could have done to prevent him from leaving your life for good, but you ultimately failed to do so. Regret-filled thoughts filled your head as you bawled your eyes out.

If only I'd taken his words into more consideration.

If only I didn't anger him like that.

If only I had found out earlier that he was actually hurting, and his smiles were just masks to hide his sadness.

If only I'd done something to make him happier. Maybe he would've stayed.

If only he was still alive.

Ten years after the boy's passing, the chance of time travel arose, so you made sure to make full use of it. You knew that you had to help your past self right your wrongs and do something (at the very least) to change your future. Perhaps a parallel timeline would be created if your past self followed through, and this timeline would be one where Akaashi Keiji was still very much alive.

This was how it was going to work: you were going to write a letter addressed to yourself from ten years ago and send it out to the sea, sealed in a bottle, hoping it will reach the recepient. There was a chance it would get lost, so you were banking all of your faith into the will of the heavens. The letter, as you willed, would detail all the things that would happen (as it did to you) and highlight what should be done differently so that your younger self's timeline could be changed.

You and your friends had sent the letters out together, all for one common goal and one shared regret. Hopefully, something would change, and that a good ending could be seen through for their past selves.

As you sent your letter out, you could only clasp your hands together and pray that it would be successful, and that your younger self would have a different future from you.

Please, you whispered in your head as you closed your eyes shut, Please, no matter what, please save him.

The year was 2012, and it was October. Meaning, it was now autumn, and that half a school year was gone. Just before you left your home, your mother had passed you an envelope that was addressed to you.

At present, you were sitting in your homeroom, and it was way before the first bell of the day would chime. You had plenty of time to relax, so you pulled the envelope out to read its contents. As you scanned the sealed envelope, you noticed one peculiar trait: there was no return address.

That's strange, your brows furrowed as you flipped the envelope back and forth, wondering if your eyes were playing tricks on you, There's no way someone would mail this out to me without writing their own return address.

You sighed, Well, it reached me safe and sound, so I guess there's no need for a return address. Right?

You opened the envelope and pulled out a small stack of folded papers. The papers were the exact size of your small notebook that you used as a journal. You took the very first sheet of paper among the many and read the lines written in neat penmanship:

To the me of ten years back,

Hey there. I'm the ten-year-older version of you, [F/N].

What kind of sick joke is this? You had half a mind to scoff and throw the entire stack of papers away, but you decided to continue reading it anyway. You might as well humour the sender for a little, right?

You might not — no, scratch that. You're definitely in disbelief right now, and you're probably thinking that someone is pulling your leg right now. Well, how about I tell you something that you haven't told anyone before?

Oh, this ought to get interesting, you scoffed inwardly as you continued to read.

Back in the second term, for the sake of passing chemistry, you cheated during the exam and somehow got away with it. You got a good grade on it, too, and you've not told anyone about it.

Your eyes widened. There was absolutely no way anyone would know that; you had not breathed a single word about it to anyone before, not even to your closest friends.

Well, how about it? Do you believe me now?

See, I have a couple of regrets made from some bad choices back in my first year of high school, and I would like you to see that you wouldn't have them ten years later. Trust me.

Like I said, there are many regrets that I have, but there is one that haunts me and will haunt me forever: not doing enough to protect Akaashi Keiji.

You held the papers in your hands. Were these prank letters? No one could possibly send a letter back to the past, right? However, then again, no one knew a thing about the time you cheated on the chemistry test, and it was a dirty secret that you had planned to take to your grave since the very beginning.

In more important news, who was Akaashi Keiji? You had never met anyone by that name, ever. You were also very sure that he was not in your year, at the very least; you had never heard of a fellow first year with that name.

You held the second sheet of paper up, which was written in somewhat of a diary format, with only the important points being written in bullet points.

「 1 October 2012, Monday 」

It's the first day of october and it's autumn. I was heading to the choir room after school. Along the way, I had to pass by the third gym. The door was open, and a volleyball had rolled out, and a boy came right out to collect it. he apologised, and I said, "It's fine, I didn't get hit or anything." He bowed and left. His name was Akaashi Keiji.

After choir practice, I bumped into him on the way to the school gate. He offered to then walk me home.

◎ This is the one time I want you to turn down his — actually, anyone's — offer. Seriously.

The first bell chimed, and first period was about to begin. Quickly, you shoved the stack of papers under your desk. The rest of the journal entry could wait. You had plenty of time to read it and mull it over before the end of the school day, anyway.

You looked at the clock mounted on the wall, which read 3.20 p.m. You folded the letters neatly and shoved it into your bag as you trudged out of the classroom and made your way towards the choir room. True to the letter's word, you did have to walk past the third gym. You stopped and glanced at the gym, noting that the door was wide open.

A chill ran up your spine, So the letter's pretty accurate. Not even a second later, a blue and yellow striped volleyball rolled out and stopped at your feet, and you bent down to pick it up.

"Sorry, did it hit you?" a voice caused you to turn her head towards the source. A boy jogged up towards you, his brows furrowed together in concern.

It was as if time froze as you looked at this guy properly. He had relatively tan skin and curled raven hair that tumbled over his head in an effortlessly beautiful kind of way. As your gaze finally settled on his face, you realised that he also had a ethereal face to match: a sharp jawline, thick brows, a high nose bridge, thin pink lips, and eyes that were a mesmerising mix of blue, grey, and green.

As he approached you, you could not help but think, He's the walking textbook definition of a bishounen. How can such a fine man even exist? Is this actually real life? You blinked a couple of times and still saw the same guy standing in front of you. Yep, he's real all right.

Quickly, you snapped back to reality as time unfroze and moved forward again. You shook your head and plastered a smile on your face, "It's fine, I didn't get hit or anything." You handed the ball to him, "I believe this belongs to you."

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, before giving a little bow, "Please excuse me."

He stood back straight and the cogs in your head began to whir. The letter said that a guy named Akaashi Keiji came to collect the stray ball. Is he the guy? As he turned to leave, you blurted out, "Wait!"

He turned back around to face you and raised a curious eyebrow up at you, "Can I help you?"

It's now or never. You took a breath and asked, "May I know your name?"

His eyes flickered in slight confusion. You were about to tell him that it was alright if he did not wish to answer your question, but he beat you to it by speaking.

"Akaashi. Akaashi Keiji."

Ah, your thoughts came to a standstill as you connected this beautiful face to the name you had seen earlier, So he is the Akaashi Keiji the letter was talking about.

As you stood very still, he bowed again, then turned to return to the gym. You watched him disappear into the gym as questions popped into your head, How am I supposed to save him? What does the letter mean? I'm not even that close of a friend to him, anyway.

You recalled the contents of that day's letter, which showed zero answers to your current questions. And unfortunately, these were questions to be answered later in the future.

Four hours had passed since your encounter with Akaashi. The final bell of the day had rung, and it was time for everyone to pack up and leave the school grounds. The sun had already begun to set, only showing half of itself in the distance, glowing orange-red in the west. The skies were painted a pretty shade of orange-gold, and the clouds were dappled in hues of rose-pink and amber. Students were trickling towards the gate, saying their goodbyes and parting ways.

You were no exception to this. You walked towards the gate, and were saying goodbye to your friends when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You whirled around to see the pretty boy whom you had met a few hours prior before going for choir practice.

"Hey," he said slowly and a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, "You asked me for my name, so I thought I should ask you for yours."

That's a pretty odd reasoning, but I'll take it, I guess, you thought, then replied, "I'm [L/N] [F/N], nice to meet you."

"[L/N] [F/N]..." he muttered your name softly, as if he was trying to get used to it by testing it out, then asked, "Do you live nearby?"

"Yeah," you answered, "I live at the apartment complex near Niihara Park."

"I can walk you home," he offered, then added, "I live pretty close to Niihara Park, too."

You almost snickered at his chivalrous behaviour. Instead, you asked playfully, "Do you normally walk people whom you've just met back home?"

"Well, not really, but—" he let a small smile curve his lips (which almost caused you to blush because you never knew a smile could fit a person so well), then continued in a teasing manner, "I find you different."

You laughed at his reponse, and you let him have his way, completely forgetting what the letter told you to do: to turn his request down.

So under that warm sunset, the both of you walked home together and talked to get to know one another better. For instance, what respective year you were both in ("So I should be calling you Akaashi-senpai," you jested), what they liked to do in their free time, which teacher was the worst, and such. Akaashi walked you up till the front gates of your apartment complex and you bid each other farewell, promising to say hello if you bumped into each other at school in the future.

After you washed up and collapsed into bed that evening, you could only smile blissfully at the ceiling as you recalled the walk home, Today was an eventful day. And it was a pretty good one, too.

However, little did you know, that walk that they shared was just the start of the multiple regrets that you would have ten years later.

#💫—qq writes #writeblr #writing #akaashi x reader #akaashi x y/n #akaashi x yn #akaashi x you #akaashi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x you #haikyuu

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hqfeatbetty · 2 years

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~ you belong with me ~ ft.akaashi keiji

masterlist

ask

you belong with me song

“You belong with me”.

You always wanted to say this to him out loud. Ever since he started dating her. 4 simple words but their meaning is so deep.

Especially when his smile faded, when he started to have dark circles under his pretty eyes (the ones you can stare at them for a whole day). But you didn’t want to be a homewrecker, you thought that they could figure it out.

He was so happy when he asked her out, so who are you to be against his happiness?

But she didn’t know his favorite song nor his favorite color, she couldn’t read him like an open book like you did, she didn't know what he hated or what he loved. but you do. You always did, so why aren't you the one he calls ‘mine’, why aren’t you the one he holds. You hated him for that, for being stupid to not knowledge the truth, the fact that he belongs to you not her. But you always knew that keiji and you had this kind of red string that ties you two together and that he’s gonna realize one.

And he did, god he did and that’s why he’s in front of your apartment in the middle of the night, whispering breathless ‘i love you’s while he’s holding tight in his chest. And with you smiling back at him, holding him even tighter you said softly “You belong with me , keiji. Now you’re mine” “Always yours.”

#haikyuu!!#timeskip haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keji x reader #akaashi x yn

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emmyrosee · 3 days

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Hi!! Can you please please please write something with weird reader x akaashi? Have a lovely day ♡

Keiji smirks as two arms snake around his neck and gently pull him close, your lips pressing to his head, then ears, where you playfully bite the lobe gently.

“I want to gnaw on your bones,” you whisper into his ear.

“Yeah?” He asks, dog earring his page before closing the book and setting it to the side. He spins in his seat to face you. “You’re feeling that intense about your affection?”

“Of course.” You round the couch and make a move to plop on his lap; his arms instinctively wrap around you, and his lips press a kiss to your temple. “You’re just so pretty today, Keiji. Pretty everyday.”

“Thank you, baby,” he coos, his kissing moving down your cheek then jawline. You mewl and squeeze him, smushing his face against you. “Ow.”

“Sorry. Had to be done.”

“You had to squish me?”

“Yes,” you purr, pressing kisses to his cheeks as compensation for hurting him. Your hand comes up to grip his cheeks, pursing his lips out for you to kiss. “Mwah.”

“Mwah,” he returns.

“Mwah!”

“Mwah.”

“I’m gonna bite you.”

“Please don’t-“ his words are cut off as you bite the squish of his lips, not hard enough to make him wince but enough to playfully bite. “Thank you for being gentle with your feral behavior.”

“You’re welcome.” You plant one more kiss to his lips before hiding your face in his neck, letting the scent of his warm skin lull you to a state of relaxation. “Love you, Keiji.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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delwrites · 2 months

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Haikyuu! Masterlist

-bokuto

plus size!reader headcannons

-akaashi

roommate!akaashi headcannons

-atsumu

best friend to lovers headcannons

-kenma

cosy rain day drabble

touch headcannons

-tsukishima

ignoring him (angst to fluff)

-suna

best friend!suna headcannons

-asahi

doing his hair headcannons

-smau oneshots

calling him pretty texts part one (akaashi, noya, kenma, tendou)

calling him pretty texts part two (oikawa, bokuto, kuroo, hinata)

ignoring them (akaashi, bokuto) fluff!

trying to make plans with kenma...

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rintarousgirl · 10 months

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i wanna be yours -- 1. why'd you only ever call me when you're high?

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

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The smell of caramel and cocoa hung in the air of the small coffee shop as you worked silently. Your laptop sat on the table in front of you while you sewed a small rip in one of your client's commissions. You weren't the biggest seamstress, but you did it pretty well by hand and it went by a lot quicker and smoother for you then doing it with a machine.

You loved coming to the coffee shop to get your work done. The smell of roast and warm pastries soothed you, and the large, iced coffee you always ordered remained one of your favorite drinks. No other place was able to make it the way you liked it like this place did.

Putting down your commission, you took a sip of your coffee, relishing in its taste. You breathed out a sigh and wiped your lipgloss off the straw. You were about to scroll through a few unanswered emails when a man slides into the other half of the booth you occupied.

Blinking, you took in the sight of him, and your eyes met hazel ones. "Um, hello," you said, feeling a spark of uncomfort grow in you. The man gave a small smile, holding a drink of his own.

"Hello. I'm hoping you're Ms. Y/N?"

You ran the possibilities through your mind. He could be a sales marketer, or a fan. Though, it was weird to run into a fan of your rather small business in your rather small town in an even smaller coffee shop. Unnerved, you gave a nod.

"Good, that makes things a lot easier. I don't want to scare you, but I have been looking into your business as an artist and designer. I'm Kita Shinsuke, and I have a job proposition for you."

Swallowing around a lump in your throat, you said, "Go ahead."

He takes a small sip of his drink, before clearing his throat. "I'm sure you've heard of the band INARIZAKI?"

You snorted. "Who hasn't?" you asked jokingly. The band was popular, known for its amazing talent and "hot" members. You hadn't heard much of their music, but they sounded good enough on the radio when you drove. You knew Kuroo was a bit of a fan, but that's all the exposure you had.

Running a small business, you don't have a lot of time to engage in things you may like. You were constantly running yourself ragged trying to ship out the right number of orders with perfect quality to your clients. You couldn't even count how many nights you'd stayed up till the birds began to chirp trying to package and create things. You may have overestimated your abilities to sell your own makeup, clothes, and other cute things along with being an at-home makeup artist. But you wouldn't stop for the world.

Kita agreed with a small chuckle. "Well, I am their manager. Due to unfortunate circumstances our current makeup artist and outfit coordinator left our team. Obviously, we wouldn't want any big faces on our team as we'd like to keep it small for the privacy of our band members. You were recommended to me through a friend, and I was told how to approach you."

You tried to think of your recent clients, and their backgrounds. Off the top of your head, none of them seemed famous enough to know the manager of the INARIZAKI band. Unless it were Bokuto or Kenma, but you're pretty sure they wouldn't talk with them either.

You had to admit, he was piquing your interest.

"So, Ms. Y/N. It isn't anything set in stone yet, but could we arrange something? I'm aware this is very short notice, but we have a small concert three nights from now and I'm afraid I am not well-versed enough to do it myself. Try it out, see if you'd like the gig, and we'll see how it goes.

"It is very sudden," you say, thinking back to all the projects you had at home. But you didn't have any makeup gigs as of recent, just small shipping's and your own personal life. You could do it, probably. "Let me check my calendar."

Kita nodded. "Of course."

You ignored your emails once more, and clicked on your calendar tab. You were right. Any bookings weren't for another week at the least, and most of your current commissions were small things like scarves or sweaters. Well, you had those specialized kneepads to work on for Bokuto's birthday two weeks from now, but you had some free time.

"I could do that, yeah," you say, smiling at him. Kita seemed nice and pretty harmless, and you had heard the name before. You trusted him, even if it was stupid to say.

Kita's small smile grows into something a little hopeful. "Wonderful. I've already emailed you before this, but I hadn't gotten a response. So, you have my contact information. May I have your email?"

You nod, writing it down on a pad of paper for him. He pockets it. "I'm going to set up something with the band as a meeting before the concert. Most likely a dinner tomorrow night, does that sound good?"

"Just send me the details!" you beam, giving him a thumbs up.

He gets up to leave, but you grab onto his sleeve. He turns, cup in hand. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, really. I'm very excited."

Kita looks down to his shoes for a second, as if in thought, then his hazel eyes snap back up to you. "I should be the one thanking you for accepting so suddenly. You're really saving my job, Y/N."

"I wouldn't say so. You do a lot for the band as manager. If you didn't, you wouldn't have found me."

"I suppose you're right."

Kita leaves after that, and you turn to face the coffee table. Shock begins to register within your body. Did that really just happen? Your fingers shake, and you know you won't be able to get any sewing done for a while.

This was the opportunity of a lifetime. Kita said he'd emailed you before. What if he hadn't been so determined as to hunt you down? Would you have missed this just because you slacked off on checking your emails?

God.

You take out your phone, and open twitter. Talking about your issues on social media always got a laugh out of your friends.

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fun fact(s)!:

y/n and akaashi were the first friends out of the group, dating all the way back to high school. akaashi's overprotective of her like a brother, and they hang out the most. akaashi introduced her to bokuto at vb when she became the manager for his team and then to kuroo and kenma.

kita regularly goes to the same coffee shop y/n was at with aran. he just happened to run into her there picking up coffees for the two of them.

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httpshujii · 1 year

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𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 彡 In which . . . you help him relax after a long day.

〔CW〕 — Teasing, slight nudity.

〔AN〕 —This is my first piece of work. This isn't my first time writing however I was told many times in the past that I need to spread my work and so here I am a year later fulfilling my fear of public humiliation :D Also I do accept any kind of recs or suggestions, please don't be afraid to ask me anything, I'd really appreciate it <3 Enjoyy

Your body is sprawled out on the couch reading a book, waiting for your lover to walk through the door of your shared home. After a while, you hear the clicking of the door knob and the familiar footsteps begin to patter against the floor of the hallway and towards the living room. You close your book and stand up to greet your lover, but before you can say anything, he grabs you by the shoulders and holds you close. His arms wrap around your waist, head rested on your shoulder, and breath tickling your exposed collarbone.

"Rough day?" You ask as you rub his back. His only response is a hum in agreement.

"I missed you today..." He whispers before kissing your collarbone slowly and sweetly, the small contact sending sparks blooming out in the small circles where his lips meet your skin. "I missed you too." You say as your hands wrap around his neck and hold him closer.

You both stay like that for a while until you feel your lovers arms loosen slightly. He's exhausted.

"Honey, can you walk with me to the bathroom?" A low groan came from his throat, "Just a little more." He mumbled tightening his grip around your waist. "Love, you need to relax, let me help you." He tsks before loosely grabbing your hand as both of you walk to the bathroom.

You maneuver to your shared bedroom and grab a change of clothes and a towel for your lover. You walk back into the bathroom and prepare the bath, you add his favorite scented essence and throw in a musk scented bath bomb. Then you help him out of his work clothes and into the tub.

His body instantly eases at the warmth of the water and the intoxicating scent of fresh musk. You sit on a small stool next to the bath and begin massaging his back and shoulders. Goosebumps rise as your hand works. You smile to yourself, loving the fact that your intimate touches make him so sensitive.

When your hands start aching you stop and rest your arms on the side of the bathtub and resting your cheek on the top of your hand as you stare at your sleepy but content lover.

His eyes are closed, and you take your time admiring his existence. His messy hair resting nicely on his head, thick, long lashes defining the shape of his eyes, cheekbones forming his divine face, his lips peachy and so kissable, strong, toned arms resting on the sides of the tub, his chiseled abs dripping with the warm water-

"Like what you see love?" He taunts, a smirk playing on his lips, and his half lidded eyes betray any kind of stress he had not too long ago. You feel your cheeks getting dusted with the beginnings of a crimson blush but look away from him quickly before he catches any of it. As you do so, he chuckles and snakes a hand towards your chin, tilting your head so your gaze can meet his again.

"It's all yours baby. Every inch of me is yours." He says, reassurance lacing with his smoky voice. He stares into your eyes for what feels like infinity before licking his lips and pulling you closer so he can finally plant a sweet kiss onto yours.

You absolutely loved moments like this with him. Both of you did.

➺Kuroo, Yaku, Akaashi, Konoha, Ushijima, Tendou, Semi, Daichi, Sugawara, Enoshita, Iwaizumi, Mutsukawa, Hanamaki, Osamu, Suna, Kita, Aran, Aone, Daishou, Megumi, Nanami, Geto (anyone you want rly)

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kairakeiji · 2 years

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a/n: very suggestive

“this is a terrible mistake.”

“i don’t think it’s that bad,” you laugh. “alcohol does seem to free the mind.”

“this was a terrible mistake,” akaashi groans as he rubs his temples. “god if i’m messing up my grammar now what more when i actually start writing?”

you can’t help but giggle, “we’ll fix the errors tomorrow my love, okay?” he watched you with hazy eyes as you cup his cheeks, giving him a little smile before turning his focus to the blank document on his computer screen, the same document he’s been staring at for the past two hours. “you said you had writer’s block and this is my method of fixing it.”

“by getting me intoxicated?” the boy deadpans.

and you only shake your head, “by getting you into a mindset where every idea is a good idea.”

akaashi stares back at the document with a narrowed gaze, fingers just barely grazing the keyboard in front of him. his cheeks are slightly flushed, head just slightly dizzy enough to numb his perfectionism.

and he sighs because only you would know the perfect amount of alcohol to get him perfectly intoxicated.

“i still don’t know,” he mumbles turning to meet your shining eyes, the same ones he could get lost in for hours.

“well, what are you thinking about?” you question.

his answer comes fast.

“you.”

and it makes your heart drop.

“well,” you cough, muttering under you breath. “i definitely wasn’t expecting that.” akaashi laughs at your words making you shake your head. “well what about me are you thinking about?”

at that he turns back to you and you don’t miss the way he eyes your figure, “do you really want to know that?”

you nod at him curiously, “sure, but why ask a question like that? you know i’m down to listen to any of your ideas.”

he meets you dead in the eyes, “because my love i don’t think i’m able to write what i’m thinking about.”

your heart races as you press further, “and why’s that?”

his hands reaches for yours, intertwining his fingers as the other hand glides up your forearm.

“because if i wrote down the things i’m thinking about, i’d lose my job.”

and curiosity continues to plague your mind as your heartbeat picks up.

you ask again.

“what are you thinking about keiji?”

and this time he only smiles.

“you,” he hums again simply, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before his fingers trace over your figure.

“well,” you mutter softly, cheeks heating up, “what about me?”

“you’re smart sweetheart,” he drawls, voice hazy. “you can figure it out.” he stands slowly, hands skimming across your inner thighs, stopping at the fabric of your shorts and he laughs as you shudder at his touch. he presses a kiss to the shell of your ear.

“or do you need me to show you?”

akaashi’s voice sends a shiver down your spine as he kisses down your jawline, lips moving to your collarbone not long after. a whine leaves your lips when he leaves a mark on your skin.

“something wrong sweetheart?”

“no,” you stutter out and you feel him smile against you.

“good.”

he straightens up instantly, crashing his lips into yours as he pulls you closer. he tastes like alcohol, like the wine you continued to pour into his glass despite his small protests. you can’t help but recall his smile as he thanked you each time.

maybe he planned this, or maybe he was thinking about it all along and the alcohol just spurred him on. you’re not too sure.

but when his tongue swipes against your bottom lip you’re not too sure you care.

your hands tangle up in his hair as his pull his glasses off his face. your heart’s pounding out of your chest as he kisses you breathless, watching with hazy eyes as he pulls away to meet your gaze, laughing at the way you chase his lips for more.

he smiles, “do you want something?”

“i do,” you tell him softly, desperately almost.

“what do you want then?” he asks.

you hesitate for a moment, a beat of silence that doesn’t go unnoticed by akaashi as he kisses your cheeks before moving down the column of your throat.

“say it,” he tells you against your skin, his voice pleading, almost begging you to tell him. “tell me what you want.”

“anything, just say it and it’s yours.”

“keiji,” your voice is soft, yet enough to pull him out of his dazed trance as he looks up at you.

“i want you.”

and that’s all it takes before he sweeps you off your feet, the idea of writing long forgotten.

after all, he could always just use this as good source material.

what is this? pure self indulgence…do not mind me😁😁

thanks for reading! reblogs/interactions are incredibly appreciated <3

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starsformyuniverse · 3 months

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|Reconciliation|Bokuto Kōtarō|

Synopsis: Y/n l/n and Bokuto live two completely different lives.Your settling down and in law school while he's still playing volleyball.With a shocking turn of events, will you two reconcile again?

|01: The first day of forever

12:00pm

*Deep breath* I can do this

1:00pm

He should be here soon.

1:15pm

He's a little late. No big deal...

2:00pm

He should have been here by now.

4:00pm

He's not coming, is he..?

You sighed deeply, taking the bottle of juice out of Oikawa's hands. You take a swing and gaze at the floor with tear-stained eyes. Today was supposed to be perfect; you were supposed to get married and spend the rest of your life with your fiancé, (F/N).Now that plan has gone to shit, he left you at the altar. The asshole didn't even bother to tell you face-to-face. You could have gone home or gone to a friend's house, but part of you thought maybe he would have a change of heart and come running back and marry you anyway. But he never did, and he never will. Did he even want to marry you in the first place? You weren't entirely sure, but you knew you had to pull yourself together. Not right now, but you will have to eventually.

"Hey..N/n. Look, I'm really sorry for how this day has turned out." Your best friend, Oikawa, frowns at you. "No, it's fine. I have suspected this. He's been acting weird lately, anyway." You explained, checking the clock.Truth be told, he has been acting weird lately. He would come home late, not text back at all, and not even be there when you were there. You thought maybe he was doing extra planning and did not want you to know. You knew deep down the truth—you knew he was cheating but was deep in denial until today.

5:15pm

You grimaced at the time. Was it that late already? You weren't really sure what to do. You could go home and confront him, or you could go with your friend back to his place. Both plans weren't going to work. Oikawa, who flew out for this special day.He had to fly back the next day for a tournament in Argentina, and you shared an apartment with your fiancé. Or x fiancé now.

"You did?" He asks, turning to you, shocked as he puts down the bottle of juice next to him.

You nodded. His phones have been pinging a lot, and he hasn't even been around as much," you tear up.You wish you figured it out sooner, or at least believed your gut beforehand.

He raises an eyebrow and frowns. "Why did you want to marry him then?" Oikawa knew you loved this guy, and the fact that this guy did this to you hurt him. He loved you to death and wanted you too be happy.

"I don't know. I thought maybe if I still married him, it'd work. I guess not. He still ran off." You shrugged and were completely done talking about this subject. He noticed your reaction and decided to say something else.

"Maybe, just maybe, in a way, it's good?" He asked, unsure of your reaction. Don't get him wrong; he liked the guy at first. But now he was glad you didn't get married.

"Maybe. I'm kind of glad I didn't get married. Though. " You admit and smile a little as you look at him. "Really?" Tooru was shocked and smirked. "Yeah. I loved him and all, but... I didn't love him as much as I thought."You explain as Oikawa cuts in, laughing, "As much as you loved Kotaro?" It was not a shock. You and Bokuto dated in high school, and everyone thought you two would end up together. You grew up, graduated, and moved on. But as much as you try to deny it, everyone knew. They knew you never really got over him.

"You might be right, but I will never see him again."

A/N: The original story is mine too on my other account!!Anyways I hope you guys liked the first part !! I have more chapters ready <33

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miya-rin · 2 years

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dear yn

this is the first time i have ever done one of these so i’m having help while writing this, i’m begging that you don’t find this too cringy. even though i already do.

i sit three seats behind you in science, you tend to turn around a lot as some of your friends sit near me. thats really the only time i get to see your face but i get kinda giddy when i do, you’re really pretty. i’m sorry that was insanely cheesy.

wow this is a lot harder than i was told it should be. i’m falling behind a little bit with chemistry as i’ve been caught up with volleyball practice, but i was wondering if you would help me out with studying for our next test? like a date?

not just studying, i’ve wanted to take you out somewhere nice for a while but i couldn’t find a way to ask you. you don’t have to but tsuyu told me some of your favourite places to go, i would like to take you there if you would let me.

we could go to the library and study for a little bit and then go to the aquarium? she said that you liked it there. there is also this new restaurant that opened near school, it would mean a lot to me if i could try it with you.♡

ok thats all. (i think)

again, you really don’t have to, but if you would like to go on a date with me my number is (xxx) xxx-xxx-xxx. i’m really hoping 317 is your locker otherwise this is gonna be really awkward.

love akaashi

my dear yn series! and this is the series that inspired it by @/izufeels

#bokuto and konoha kept telling him what to write which it why is so cheesy #this seems kinda ooc but im hoping i captured his character the same way i did in my head :’)#lav.posts♡#lavs.love.letters♡#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq x you #haikyuu fluff #hq imagines #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji x you #akaashi keiji x y/n #hq akaashi #haikyuu love letters #yn x akaashi #akaashi fluff

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Being Nekoma’s Omega Manager:

Alpha Bokuto’s Crush

Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto x Omega! female manager (YN Kuroo) (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: SFW, mentions of mates but basically all fluff

A/N: ok I can explain… yeah I can’t but the idea of omega verse has been on my mind for a while and this is me exorcising that 🫠 also I’m not sure this would be classified as “traditional ABO omegaverse”. It’s my first time trying this genre so please don’t come for me 😅 I promise I’m willing to learn!

As if being an omega wasn’t hard enough, you were one of the few omegas that populated the halls of Nekoma

The school was comprised of mostly betas and alphas, including your big brother, Tetsuro Kuroo

Tetsuro was the head alpha and captain of Nekoma’s volleyball team

Tetsuro was big, strong, smart and a great leader

You were much the opposite of your brother, small, average, and rather shy

Nothing about you stood out particularly and you liked it that way

You weren’t popular but not exactly a wallflower either

You fit in with your own friends, who were compromised of mostly betas

Your smell was a pleasant, light floral- often making the atmosphere around you calm and serene

Tetsuro often described your scent like the wind blowing through a field of fresh flowers in the summer

Kenma, Tetsuro’s best friend and beta, told you that you smelled like perfume

“Umm thanks Kenma?” You’d say as he shrugged

“At least it’s a nice perfume smell!” Inuoka, another beta from the volleyball club added

While you got along well at Nekoma, you mostly hung out with your brother and the volleyball team

They had accepted you into their pack as an omega and someone they cared very much for

Yaku and Kai, both Betas, adored how small you were and how much you cared for the team

Yamamoto, another Alpha, watched you like a hawk and treated you like his own sister

You became so integrated into the team that eventually, you just naturally became their manager

“You’re always here Yn, might as well put you to work!” Coach Nekomata laughed

It worked out well for you because you were safe and you felt extremely needed within the pack

Your scent often helped calm down Kuroo and Yamamoto when they got irritated by Daishou and the Alpha’s of Nohebi

“Hey you got yourself a cute little omega I see,” Daishou said, “maybe you can let us borrow her for a while?”

Kuroo and Yamamoto both growled at the threat presented to them

Yaku and Kai told you to ignore them but your instincts told you other wise

You approached the boys, releasing a calming scent to calm them

“I’m sorry but I belong to Nekoma’s pack,” you say sweetly as you pull the two dumb alphas with you

While you loved your pack, you had yet to become attached to anyone in particular

Your inner omega hadn’t been stirred up by anyone at the school or at any of the teams practice matches

A lot of your fellow omegas were bonded to alpha’s already and sometimes, you felt lonely, desiring your own alpha

Your brother told you to be patient, that your day could come

You knew he wasn’t too excited for you to find a mate, wanting to keep you safe and protected within his pack for as long as he could

However, that would change when Nekoma’s training camps started

You were nervous but excited for everything new

Kuroo had told you that you would be the only Omega at the camp as the teams were comprised of Betas and Alphas, including the managers

You knew you’d get along with the managers no matter what, having met Karasuno manager before

When the teams arrived, you stood next to Kuroo, hiding slightly behind him

They had all been very pleasant to you, greeting you kindly

A large bus arrived, commotion stirring from it as soon as the doors opened

“Bokuto you need to chill out,” a voice sounded as you watched a very large man bounce off the bus

“Akaashi, you know how excited he gets when it comes to training camp,” one of the managers said as she followed the bouncy man

You watched as the black and silver haired man stood by the bus, the rest of the team piling off

You couldn’t see his face but his presence made the atmosphere shift around you

The wind was blowing a little strong, you hair flowing around your face as you pulled it from your mouth

Bokuto stopped, frozen as he smelt the air, his lungs expanding as he took in the beautiful scent

His body reacted before he had a chance to think, urging him to find the source of the pretty smell

He turned, his eyes lading directly on you as you stood slightly behind your brother

You were so tiny and meek, it drove him to the brink

He had never felt this way about another person, let alone an omega

He let the scent of you wash over him as his body carried him towards you

“Bokuto where the heck are you going?” Akaashi said as he made his way over, eyes fixed at on you

Kuroo watched as Bokuto approached, shifting in front of you as a low growl sounded from his throat

The growl from his friend and rival sent Bokuto into protective mode, his scent immediately changing as he bared his teeth

Akaashi came next to Kenma as they both watched , Kuroo standing his ground as Bokuto began to stare him down

The teams knew not to get involved when two alphas met toe to toe

Not only because a fight would surely ensue but also because they noted your presence close to the scene and didn’t want you to get hurt

“Omega,” Bokuto said, a low growl sounding from him as his piercing hazel eyes locked on yours, pupils dilated , “mine.”

You stiffened, as you took in Bokuto’s scent of warm, fresh cotton

You body began to heat up as you felt a soft whimper escape you lips

A whine that called to him, telling him that you found him just as attractive as he found you

What the heck were you doing? You body was acting on its own accord as the tall alpha loomed in front of you

You peered around your bother who was locked in a heated glare with Bokuto

You hadn’t seen Kuroo this angry in a while, not even Daishou’s annoying comments stirred this much emotion

You snapped from your haze, pumping calming pheromones into the air to defuse the tension between the two alphas

You could sense the tension dissipate, as your brother and Bokuto both calmed down, Bokuto’s eyes returning to normal

Bokuto looked from your brother to you, his face relaxing as he calmed down

“Who is this Kuroo?” He asked, still staring at you

“My sister and Nekoma’s manager now back off!” Kuroo growled

“Tetsuro its ok,” you said softly as your brothers head snapped to you

“I’m YN, it’s nice to meet you,” you said, a soft smile appearing on your face

“I’m Kōtarō Bokuto, it’s a pleasure,” he said, still staring at you

Kuroo was getting annoyed at how Bokuto was staring at you and what was with him calling you his earlier?

Kuroo could sense the change in Bokuto’s behavior and he didn’t like it one bit

He knew the alpha was interested in you, his scent reeking of possessiveness

Thankfully, Yaku and Kai came to the rescue

“Come on YN, we have to finish setting up the gym,” Yaku interrupted, sensing the tension forming and wanting to remove you from the situation

Yaku and Kai both knew things could escalate quickly and didn’t want to risk you getting hurt

“Oh of course!” You said, running to meet up with Yaku and waving to Bokuto

Bokuto watched as you left, your scent hitting him smack in the face once again

“Stay away from my sister Bokuto,” Kuroo growled as Bokuto smirked

Yeah there was no way in hell that was going to happen

As the training camp progressed, you felt not only the eyes of your team on you but the eyes of Bokuto as well

He watched you every spare second he could, his eyes finding you in every setting on the gym

“Looks like we won’t need much encourgement today,” Yukie said to Akaashi who nodded, watching Bokuto as he watched you

“I’ve never seen him like this before, do you really think-” Washio said as Akaashi nodded

“I’m not 100% for sure, but I think so,” he said, still watching as Bokuto’s eyes lit up at the sound of your laugh

He hated how close the betas of your pack were standing to you

Kenma and Inuka all but on top of you

His inner alpha yelled at him to stop them, halt them from getting any closer to what was his

He released a low growl, heard by Akaashi as he tried observed you

“Bokuto, we should get to practicing,” Akaashi said as Bokuto snarled

“Yeah, I need to hit something. I’m pissed off,” he barked

You stiffened, hearing the snarl permeat your ears from across the court

Bokuto was fuming as he slammed spike after spike into the other side of the court

“Hey Yn, can you fill up our water bottles please?” Kai asked as you chirped in surprise, Bokuto stopping when he heard you

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry, I was just zoned out! I’ll get right on it!” You said, grabbing the crates and hoisting them into your arms

“Hey can I help you with those?” Bokuto said, approaching you as you carried your teams water bottles to the fountain

“Oh no I’m ok! I don’t want to interrupt your practice!” You say, smiling back

“It’s ok, I’m on a break! And those look really heavy,” he says, extending his hand as you blush and hand him the bottles

You walk to the fountain and began filling up the bottles, Bokuto standing close by you

“Thanks so much Bokuto,” you say

“Please call me Kotaro,” he responds as you nod

“Kotaro it is then!” You giggle as Bokuto’s chest fills with pride at your name rolling from your mouth

“You are really pretty Yn and your scent is beautiful,” Bokuto bluntly stated as you felt your face heat up

“Umm thanks Ko, Kenma says it smells like perfume,” you say shyly

“Well it’s the best perfume I’ve ever smelt before,” he said as you felt your body heat, his scent becoming strong as you talked

You talk a little as you fill water bottles when suddenly the foul stench of anger fills the hallway

“BOKUTO!” Kuroo shouts as you chirp suddenly, eyes widening

Bokuto responds to you, his instinct to protect your from anyone and anything stronger than ever

He stands in front of you, arms crossed as you peer out from behind his hulking form.

“I thought I told you to leave my sister alone!” He barked as Bokuto growled back, his stench reeking of possessiveness

“I’m only helping her and stop being so protective of her Kuroo!” Bokuto snarled out the command as you stiffened

“She’s an unmarked omega Bokuto and she’s my baby sister so no, I will not back down!” Kuroo says as your eyes widen at the realization that both men are getting extremely angry

The smells mixed together and assaulted your nose as you tried your best to stay calm

“I would never hurt her Kuroo! I think you already know what I want,” Bokuto snarls as Kuroo’s eyes flame with anger

You try pumping your scent into the air as the men’s eyes dead lock on each other, eyes blown wide as you try desperately to calm them down

Unfortunately for you, it’s not working

“Whoa hey what’s going on here?” Yaku says, coming out into the hallway with Akaashi, Kenma and Kai

“Kuroo calm down,” Kai says as Kuroo’s vision snaps to Kai

“Back off! This is between Bokuto and me,” Kuroo shouted

Driven by your instincts, you do the only thing you can and begin scenting Bokuto

You had never scented anyone before, not even your own pack mates

Usually your calming scent filling the air was enough to chill the mood but your instincts drove you to do more

Your wrist rubs up and down his arms, as you see his form relax, his eyes shifting to you

Kuroo’s eyes turned towards you as he watched your eyes lock with Bokuto’s

He knew what this meant, and while he wasn’t happy about it, he could tell you wanted this

“Kotaro, it’s ok. Tetsuro is just looking out for me. He knows how dangerous it is being an unclaimed omega,” you say

“I want to be your Alpha Yn,” Bokuto says suddenly as your eyes widen

Akaashi palms his face knowing perfectly well that the customs of courting an Omega

“Bokuto, you are suppose to ask her with a gift you know,” Akaashi says, as you smile

“Oh right, uhh, hold on!” Bokuto says, ripping off his practice jersey as well as his T-shirt

“Here you go Yn,” he says, handing you his T-shirt

Even Kuroo is like “really YN? This is what you want?”

You accept the T-shirt, holding it up to your nose as the scent of Kotaro, the scent YOUR Alpha wafts through your nose

“I love it Kotaro and yes, I’d love to court you,” you say as he smiles

“Well HEY HEY HEY!” He screams, lifting you into the air and spinning you around

Kuroo stands there, his arms crossed as he just shakes his head

“You sure you want this Yn?” He asks as you nod

“Honestly this was the cutest courtship proposal I’ve ever seen,” Yaku says, wiping a tear from his eyes

“Akkaaaasshiiii we are going to have to make room for Yn on the bus!” Bokuto says as you smile, shaking your head

“Bokuto YN isn’t coming with you,” Kuroo notes

Bokuto’s eyes widen as he looks to you as he deflated, hair and all

“Sorry Kotaro, I can’t just transfer schools! But I can come visit you on weekends and we can FaceTime everyday until we can see each other?” You say as your alpha perks up and smiles

“Come on YN, I gotta show you all my skills while we are together! I need to prove that you have the bestest Alpha around!” Bokuto says, dragging you back to the gym as you giggled

“Well it finally happened,” Kenma said, walking back with Akaashi

Akaashi just smiled, knowing that, for a while at least, he wouldn’t have to worry about Bokuto’s emo modes for a while

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thatonericeball · 2 years

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[ＪＥＡＬＯＵＳＹ〜 FT. KEIJI AKAASHI ]

- this man is the definition of trust but sometimes he can be a bit self conscious

- Once the person flirting with you leaves, he will try and subtly ask for a bit of comfort and reassurance like “I’m better than him right?”

- Would lose his cool, calm and collected composure

- *judgmental eye squint*

- Akaashi hates having to talk to whoever has tried to flirt with u

“And they asked me if I thought they were annoying? And I said no, y’know? Like a liar-”

- “Are you jealous Keiji?” *choking on water noises*

- *sees the guy flirt with you* *under his breath* “oh please” or “give me a break”

- very annoyed sighs

- the look of “yeah no thanks”

- “Could you please not bother Y/N, thank you” with the most blank face

- Gets caught all the time by his senpais

Akaashi: *watching from a far*

Bokuto: Hey Akaashi whatcha lookin at

Akaashi: nOthIng

- Will act quite childish about it surprisingly enough and he will definitely do an “I told you so”

- Not many guys try flirting with you because they know they can’t beat Akaashi he’s just…✨too pretty✨

- This man would be so scary ngl, like just the vibe about him is completely different

- Glances every so often, he’s keeping a close eye even though he’s not jealous because “he isn’t”

- Will not let go of your hand afterwards, he just likes to be close even if it’s in small ways :)

- Becomes so soft afterwards

- He talks very quietly and sort of hides his blush while hugging you close

- “Sorry, I acted so immature”

- “Hey but you can’t just let anyone talk to you like that, okay?”

- *pulls you in close* “I don’t want someone to take you away”

- he needs a bit of reassurance

Y/N: Hey remember I’m dating you for a reason, I love you okay?

Akaashi: Mm yeah you’re right I guess :)

- He only becomes more loyal after this T-T

- He loves you a lot :)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x yn #akaashi x y/n #akaashi headcanons #hq akaashi #hq x y/n #hq x reader #hq headcanons #hq

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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“Dadda?”

Naturally, you were the first to stir, the pitch of your toddlers voice being something you’d been able to recognize even before it slipped from her mouth. It’s muffled slightly behind a pacifier, but it’s still loud enough for your Keiji to wake beside you.

“Mei, my love, light of my life…” there’s a pause. “Why are you awake?” The bed shifts next to you, and it’s plenty hard to cover your laughter as it is, let alone with the causality in Keiji’s asking.

“Snack time?” The small voice peeps. There’s another pause, and this time, Keiji’s trying not to laugh, and he tries to mask such a reaction with a cough.

“N-No, baby it’s uhm…” he looks over at the clock. “It’s two in the morning, snack time’s not for a few hours now.”

“But I’m hungryyyy!” Mei whines, prompted by a ‘shhhh,’ from your husband. “Okay, okay baby, just don’t wake mommy up.”

Too late. But you appreciate the effort. With a yawn, you feel the bed lighten next to you as Keiji stands up. He grunts softly, and you assume he’s picked Mei up to speed up the process.

The rest is fairly quiet, save for the occasional laughter from your three year old and the deep voice breaking through of Keiji. You sigh and follow Keiji’s example, toeing on slippers and finally making your way out to the kitchen, shivering slightly at the cold.

“…that’s why we go to bed every night,” a drowsy voice hums from the kitchen, and you can’t help but chuckle softly at yourself.

“But that’s not what uncle Bo says!” She gasps, and you watch from the doorframe as Keiji drops his head with a defeated sigh, “yeah. Remind me to stop letting you hang out with him.”

Your hand physically comes up to cover your mouth in an attempt to keep yourself unknown, you just want to soak in the scene a little more- Keiji’s arms flex as he balances his fatigued frame against the counter, arms caging Mei while familiar blue eyes blink up at him. It’s something he does commonly to prevent her from falling, but now he just looks like he’s doing it for himself than anything.

“Uncle Bo says you n’ mommy used to be fun, but I think you’re lots of fun, daddy!”

You hear a husky chuckle slip out of Keiji’s lips, and he offers her a shrug and a sigh of exhaustion, “I appreciate that, princess. But please, finish your cereal.”

“I think you’re fun too,” you say, stifling your laughter when Keiji absolutely buckles his knees from fright, nearly collapsing to the floor while your daughter cackles with her mouth full of dry cereal. When he finally is able to recover from his folded knees, he sends you a playful glare and a shake of his head, “oh you’re such a biiii…” he stops himself at the remembrance that his child was right there, and when you cock your brow in challenge, he clears his throat. “-beautiful, loving soul, who I’m proud to call my wife.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said,” you grin, stalking into the kitchen and wrapping your arms around Keiji’s waist. He’s still warm from the sleep he was robbed from, and you nudge your nose against the dip in his back. “Do you want a snack too, my love?”

“Nah,” he yawns. “If I eat now, I’ll be up the rest of the night.”

“Babe,” you snort, watching your toddler put the tiny marshmallows in her cereal to one side, the actual part of cereal to another, her feet swinging softly as she does. “I think we will be, anyways.”

He sighs and drops his head in defeat, “an apple with some peanut butter, please.” You snicker again as you place a kiss to the back of his neck, finally parting to go make his snack.

And sure, tomorrow morning, when Keiji has to snooze his alarm four times, you’ll both regret this. And when you and Mei go to the grocery store, you might fall asleep on your feet as you wait in line, but that doesn’t matter now.

Because right now, there’s a little bundle of joy sat on the smooth countertop sorting her marshmallows from her cereal, and the man who helped make her so perfect stands just a few feet away, sweatpants low on his hip while he forces himself to stay awake.

And there’s not one thing you’d do to change the memory you’re making.

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