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6okuto · 5 months

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NIA THAT WAS AMAZING TY FOR ANSWERING MY KEIJI ASK 🫶🫶 and that bkak comic was so cute !!! pls tell me all ur thoughts on them Please 🙏 would love u forever if u did

Thank U Anon. love u. they're just niacore... the fluff! the humour! knowing each other completely! unwavering support! inspiring each other to be better! my cat and dog! ☹️

they're both vry comforting and lovely 2 me albeit in different ways, so Together. . .Wow. W-O-W. Stars Align Worlds Collide Heaven On Earth. put me in coach. furudate wrote them 4 me specifically 🫂

bkak hcs bkak hcs ouaghhh!!!

first and foremost. bkak rescued a cat together. Walk with me. the story me and my irl (summer) concocted long ago is that they saw a cat in a parking lot late at night and got vry worried !! bokuto is more outwardly panick-y and akaashi gets him to calm down (devastated inside) so they can run to the nearest pet store to get food... they go through the whole process of checking for a name tag + going to the vet etc but in the end !! they adopt the kitty!! YAAAY!! we never picked a gender or name or what it looks like or anything. i will have 2 ask my irls for ideas... if u have any Lmk.

^ they spoil the cat sooo much. SOO much the first day it's at their house they just watch as it explores and take so many pics... get a comfy bed and cat tree and treats and toys yeahhh spoiled baby. i know they were giggling over it having one of their last names btw. I KNOWWW 🙁

i really love the idea of bkak thrifting for home decor together actually. because u know they're gonna get something silly.. maybe start a little animal sculpture collection... a piece of abstract art they discussed for 15 minutes because bokuto swears he can see a giraffe in it and akaashi is stuck squinting confused. their place is really quite nice but there's these little things around!

bokuto asking akaashi to kiss him after each workout set as motivation 🥹 akaashi asking for a kiss after he's done reviewing another chapter 🥹

we must allow akaashi keiji to be a little weird. a silly boyfailure. WE MUSTTT WE MUST!!! bokuto knows this better than anyone... leans into akaashi's weird shirts and looks out for them when he's on trips... akaashi says something just so incoherent while he's tired and bokuto acts as a translator and or rubs his shoulders and chides him for staying up so late... yeah.

i know akaashi cooks for bokuto in the comic but 🥹🥹 bokuto trying to cook for akaashi as a surprise... puts on an apron, watches videos, reads recipes like he takes it Seriously! tries so hard and even asks osamu for help, so even if it isn't the best in the world akaashi thinks he might cry like omg 🙁

i think i've said this here before but. akaashi has so much access to official bokuto merch y'know. he's kou's #1 supporter fr fr and when kou gets him stuff for free he's like !!!! BUT! no akaashi merch :( ? this is devastating for bokuto... what does he do ? get custom pieces made of course. the pride and giddiness on his face while he wears his new sweater with akaashi's name. keiji's face is so red. BOKUTO GETTING A KEIJI DOLL. "now make them hold hands" "now kiss" yeahvyeah yehnayeau

akaashi broke his glasses once by accidentally falling asleep with them on so when bokuto notices he takes them off for him! and carries him to bed obviously.

rent a boyfriend with Bokuaka. Walk With Me. it truly works either way and in so many scenarios... one needs a date to a wedding? one was told to do so by a friend? one was drunk and said fuck it? the butterflies and tension... the confusion... being closer than they would be with a regular client... bumping into each other on a regular day... I love u bokuaka.

touches water and watches it ripple... bokuto inviting akaashi to play volleyball with him.... it's been ages since keiji's gotten to set... but then bokuto spikes and they remember what it felt like to play together.. and and amdnanffnff

here's translated versions of bkak letters that someone wrote. I actually felt my chest cave in before i found out it was a threadfic. IT HURTSOSBAD

and here's a bunch of art. for u. for me.

Twitter user 45__kk Means The World To Me. here are a few posts: one two three four five six. i could keep going. 45__KK U MEAN THE WORLD TO ME!!

this and this changed my lifoie.r. Thiswchsngemfylfirnd. and this

any art where akaashi wears bokuto's jersey... < This changed mylifr. It's over. Everybody Go Home. this one specifically has changed me forever. no joke. NOjoek. Ouggnggngn

MY LEG 😭

this video means the world to me. really anything where akaashi goes to bokuto for a hug. any. an. pelaspe.

MY FAWKING LEG

this art shifted something inside my soul 4ever

it can't be overstated what chengongzi123 has done for me. they don't do a lot of bkak anymore but they've changed my life forever. here's some: one two three four five six seven (< college au..)

i also love GyappiM... many sketches. Love my life. one two three

BARBIE! adore this artist too.

CATS 😭😭🫶🫶 national cat day.. Best day ever. MY BOKUAKA. yeah. can't scroll down enough on my twt to get more butbyeahh.

#🧾nia.answers #<3 anon #<3 bokuaka #catch up #i keep saying irl and so much of the time its judt summer.#Plz rememberhis name. Will just start referring to them as summer.#those bkak letters were such a crZy thing to open twt to PELASE MY CHEST HURTS SO BAD MY BOKUAKA

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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general!bokuto headcannons [ch 2]

what's it? general allergen warning/s? n/a sugar level? 0.7k regulars? @hanayanetwork��

bon appetit!

♧ has a stuffed toy collection on his bed. he doesn't really like cartoon characters ones because in his opinion, they usually doesn't look too great. he has an abundance of animal plushies though.

♧ the type of guy who gets sad when he find out that girls get tense when he walks near them at night, like if he's walking home with akaashi from volleyball practice so he asks his sisters and his mother about what to do to make those girls less scared.

♧ it's a good thing this man is loaded because he has a knack for buying a buttload of trinklets he does not need and will never use. akaashi always advices him to hire someone to do his groceries or buy things for him so he'll stop with this habit of his, but he never does. maybe it's because no matter how much he complains about it, he does love those glow in the dark mini dinosaur figurines he bought from walmart that one time he was supposed to buy some tofu for his stew.

♧ really good at helping people calm down when they're crying. he may not be the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to academics, but he's so emotionally intelligent. he has this comforting presence that even if he's just holding someone, they'll manage to stop crying.

♧ one of those people who tries to use pencil cases, but in the end fails and just throws their pens if he even has one in the smallest pocket of his bag or his pocket if it fits. same tbh.

♧ always has a glass of water on his bedside table. other than being too groggy when he first wakes up, not wanting to go downstairs to the kitchen as a result, he's also scared of the dark. it just makes him really, really uncomfortable.

♧ likes watching cute videos of animals in his free time. baby bats are one of his favorites. he just thinks that they're so cute!! and guess what, he's a hundred percent right.

♧ his sisters were so excited when he first came into the world. so much so that for the first few years of bokuto's life, they'd always sing to him as he drifts off to sleep. it's a bit embarrassing for him to admit, but when the time came where he's too old for that, he had a hard time sleeping. he wasn't used to it at all.

♧ he lives for going karaoke-ing. he's not the best at it. there are some guys back in fukurodani and even now in the black jackals that are better singers than him, but he doesn't care. no one sings with more passion than bokuto kotaro.

♧ yes, he still watches cartoons shows and what about it?? doesn't everyone?? it brings him a type of comfort that nothing else gives him, a different comfort than what volleyball gives him. after a particularly rough day, all be wants to do is collapse in bed and watch a few episodes of his comfort cartoon before passing out in his bed.

♧ he doesn't really like reading or doing anything that doesn't allow him to run around and move about for more than five minutes straight, but whenever someone akaashi just wrote a piece of writing they're proud of, he Will read it so long as it's okay with the person of course.

♧ has a pile of unhung posters in his room. sometimes him and hinata will go to the local mall whenever they're in a city he's not familiar with for a game and he'll spot a cool looking poster he promises he'll hang up in his room. spoiler alert: he doesn't.

♧ has a tin can full of photos from his high school years under his bed. the pictures themselves are poorly maintained, all scratched up, crinkled and wrinkled, rips at the sides, but he doesn't care. all he cares about are the memories stored inside them.

♧ loves getting haircuts!! he hates the whole process of arranging an appointment and everything, but he likes it when his hairdresser plays with his hair, when they comb it and cut it and everything. he finds it so peaceful and calming.

♧ is always completely and unapologetically himself. it's one of his best traits. he doesn't feel the need to hide parts of himself just because other people aren't like that. he embraces the things that make him different and encourages the people around him to do the same too! if they ever rant to him about how x thing makes them insecure because other people aren't like that, bokuto just gushes to them about how cool that is and why they shouldn't be embarrassed by it.

i get: reblog

you get: a planner

do we have a deal?

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planetkeiji · 3 years

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HAIKYUU BOYS AS RANDOMLY SPECIFIC THINGS THEY WOULD DO IF THEY WERE IN HARRY POTTER !

featuring: tendou, kenma, bokuto, noya, akaashi, oikawa

authors note: i should be studying for my finals part two??

TENDOU: become an animagus in his 4th year. anyways he’s a cute lil’ chubby goldfish (don’t ask me why it just makes sense). no one knows this except for ushikawa so sometimes you’ll see him holding this fishbowl under his arm and just talking to a fish during breakfast

KENMA: gets paid for doing impressions of snape. kuroo gets a good laugh at it because kenma has that same deadpanned face as their greasy teacher. kenma’s only doing this to convert his galleons into real money so he can buy himself another nintendo switch (dumbledore confiscated his but he’s probably playing animal crossing)

BOKUTO: he strikes me as the type of guy who has good grades in every class except potions. he’ll usually partner up with akaashi but snape caught on that akaashi was helping him out so bokuto got paired up with hinata (who also sucks at potions). not the best choice on snape’s part because as he looked down at their potion his eyebrows were completely singed off. yeah, he got detention for that

NOYA: gives me the vibe that he’d be that student that sits with his pals on the stair railing with his tie and hair messed up. he only does this to have a better view of all the ladies that are walking down the halls, hoping to find one that will catch his eye

AKAASHI: the cute glasses boy in the library who sits in the sunlight with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up as he sits laid back and all casual. spends most of his time minus when he’s helping bokuto study. the last time they were there akaashi ended up yelling at bokuto and got in so much trouble from madam pince that he was kicked out of the library for a week

OIKAWA: would be the president of the wizard’s chess club. seems pretty innocent right? when there are no teachers around, the club turns into a place of gambling where you can win and lose your money based on the outcome of the game. oikawa’s added an extra twist that not only gives him money, but a bit more attention when he’s walking down the halls of the school

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu!!#oikawa #kenma #akaashi headcanons #bokuto #noya headcanons #haikyuu tendou #hq imagines #hq headcanons #haikyuu preferences #harry potter #haikyuu reader insert

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sugurus-slxt · 3 years

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emergency request

((t.w. eating disorder))

i am trying to recover from my ed by myself since i don't fit the stereotypical person with ed and it is also expensive... i would love to get some comfort/support from haikyuu boys (kindly include tsukishima pls) <3

Haikyuu Boys Comforting Their S/O with an Eating Disorder (emergency request)

A/Note: I’m really sorry that you have to deal with that but if you ever need to talk I’m here, or just listen; my Inbox and Asks are open. I don’t think that anything should have a ‘stereotype’ especially not this, anything can happen to anybody, I anyway. These things don’t just pick and choose and honestly, I’m probably stating the obvious. I’m sorry but I just want you to know I believe in you and that you can do it. I do also apologise if this does not come out the way you wanted, this is honestly my first time writing for a situation like this so I did a little research, and I hope it was enough. I hope you like it. Love <3 ~ Sar-chan

Warning: eating disorder

Tsukishima Kei

I think the first time Tsukishima found out you had an eating disorder he was silent for about a couple seconds. It’s not because he’s angry at you, he just needs to process it, and he needs to figure out what to say. He knows sometimes he can be harsh and he knows right now you don’t need that.

He’ll make sure to wrap you in his arms and tell you, “Hey, it's ok. It’s ok. We- we can get through this. I’m gonna be here to help every step of the way. I’m sorry if I ever made any comments that make you feel a type of way. I love you ok and I’m here.”

He’d apologise because he didn’t know if he’d ever said anything to affect you. He’d be more careful with his words from then on because you mean the world to him and he truly wanted to help you get through this.

Tsukishima definitely did some research that night when you went to sleep. He wanted to be sure about what he could do to help and that he wasn’t mixing up his information.

He’d make food for both of you and eat the same things you were eating, to ensure you didn’t feel any type of way about it and you wouldn’t be eating alone. Kei isn’t a five-star chef but he’ll look up recipes and listen to the prep on his headphones while he cooks.

If you wanted to work out, he would totally take you with him to gym or practice, sometimes he’ll take you on his morning run if you’re not too tired.

Tsukishima would pay your fees without you knowing to help out. Like you’d go to pay and they’d tell you they were already covered. He doesn’t want you to argue with him about this especially because he just wants to help. He didn’t know how to bring it up to you so he kind of just opted for doing it this way.

I think when he takes a break at lunch he’ll call to eat with you over a video call. Yamaguchi helped him come up with the idea.

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“Hey shortcake, I’m sorry I’m late for lunch. Practice ran a bit late. How you doin’? Hmmm” he said through the phone as he wiped the sweat off his forehead and removed his glasses. “I got a bit hungry but ummm. I was going to start but I wanted to wait for you. I’m sorry,” you apologised looking down at the food in front of you. “You … know… you could have eaten without me. I wouldn’t mind,” he gulped his water and glanced at the screen to see your saddened expression, “Hey, I’m not mad at you. I like eating with you ok. Though if you are hungry you should eat because you could get stomach pain, ok. But I am proud you got your food and you’re ready to eat.” Both of you proceeded to eat lunch but Kei spent most of his time smiling at you as you ate. Every time you’d look up he’d look down at his food never want to let you see the way he looked at you. When he came home he made sure to talk about his day over dinner and ask you what you’d like for breakfast tomorrow.

Kozume Kenma

Kenma is pretty straightforward sometimes and he doesn’t change that when approaching the situation. He’ll tell you, “Hey kitty come here, I need you to remember that is normal, ok. You are more than your eating disorder and all that matters now is that you’re recovering. I’m gonna help you, I know it’s not the same but maybe you can remind me to eat too hmm? We can eat together.”

When Kenma’s in his game room and you’re with him he’ll make sure to keep some snacks that you like around, he’ll also make sure to keep some healthier things on hand if you’re really worried about it.

He’ll be more observant of your eating habits and try to improve them. He’s always keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re all right, even if it doesn’t seem like it.

When he finds patterns in your habits he’ll find times within the day to ask if you’d like a snack or something to drink.

Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner time he has a reminder on his phone to eat.

When the time comes he’ll make home-cooked meals with you and eat together. This way he knows that he’s encouraging you and that you know he is trying too.

When he’s on stream and lunch or dinner time happens to creep up on him he’ll apologise and tell his viewer he’ll be right back because he knows that it’s important that you stick to a routine so that you don’t disrupt your progress. However, if you happen to be hungry earlier he will not hesitate to leave then either.

Kenma has no problem playing your fees but he knows this is your process so he will ask first before he does anything. If you want to take turns he’ll gladly do it with you.

Sometimes you guys will play rock, paper, scissors, or play Mario Cart to see who gets to choose what’s to eat or who gets to cook. He however doesn’t make it any problem if you prefer something else or want him to cook.

If you’re ok with him telling his viewers and you explain to them the situation he’ll let you. He wants them to be educated but he thinks it’d be nice for you to have the extra support and get some pent-up thoughts or emotions off your chest.

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“Guys gimme a second,” Kenma mutes his mic and turns to where you sat on the bed. “What is it KenKen?” you ask, a confused look washing across your features. “I just wanted to know if you’re hungry baby. Any snacks? Water?” he asks. You think about it for a second, “Maybe a little bit, but we can wait till dinner. It’s not far,” you wave your hands in front of you not wanting to disturb his stream. “Thank you for telling me but I’m a little hungry though. Plus if we get started now it’ll be ready for dinner time and maybe after you can game with me on the stream,” he takes off his game and takes your hand, and walks to the kitchen. “Let’s cook together today. I’m proud you did good today, keep taking it a step at a time,” he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses the top of your head.

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi I very calm about the whole thing, he’ll sit you down and talk about it in detail if you want to share with him. If you can’t he’ll simply hug you, “Hey, I’m really proud you told me and that you’re working through this. I’m going to be here along the way to help but I believe in you darling. You are so strong and I know you can.”

He’s a pretty organised person so maybe he’ll help you make a meal plan for the week, snacks and all.

Keiji will talk about your day every time he comes home and asks if you’ve eaten well. Even though, he’s called you at breakfast and lunch already to check up on you.

I think Akaashi surprises you with a bento and a tumbler cup, that he’s drawn characters from your favourite manga/anime on.

Sometimes when he comes home from work he’ll surprise you with dinner from your favorite place for doing well all week.

He never forces you but he does encourage you because he does want to see you grow and improve, but he will let you take that at your own pace.

He is always researching and checking to learn new things every day. He’ll make sure he knows what you need and always offers words of appreciation and express how proud he is of you.

I think he’ll work out payment plan with you and will subtly bring up splitting the cost with you, if you’re open to it. He just wants to ease your stress and he hopes he can help.

Whenever you need to talk he’ll drop everything and be there for you. Akaashi is always going to be your number one supporter and if you want to keep it under wraps for the time he will support your decision but always make sure to keep you motivated and reassured.

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“Good Evening darling, let’s go on the couch,” he’ll sit and pat the seat next to him. When you sit he’ll pull you close and peck your cheek. “So was today good? Did you follow the plan? But most importantly how do you feel?” he’ll ask giving you a warm smile as he strokes your hair. When you tell him about your day, he listens to everything you have to say and if there were any hiccups in the plan he assures you it’s alright. He knows that it isn’t going to be easy, so he encourages you to make tomorrow better and that he’s proud of you for doing your best today. “I heard you paid in advance this month and well I already put mine in for next month so we’re set. So how about we relax, we can watch a show and if you have anything else to tell me you can. But when you’re ready ok darling,” he’d say before grabbing the remote.

Again I'm really sorry if I did this wrongly but remember my inbox is always open if you want to shoot me a message.

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kshira · 4 years

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bruise

i wrote this in complete comfort & love, drowning it in my writing and sorrow; domestic abuse relationships are never easy to talk about and finding the right person to heal those wounds are angels dressed in multiple disguises. anyone that has suffered this horrible scar—you’re strong & you are loved <3

akaashi is always opening his door to you

w//c: 1.5k

ღ ◟ t/w| f!reader, 18+ content, smut, mentions of past physical abuse

“can i stay here tonight keiji? please?”

akaashi thought he’d seen a ghost at your appearance before him, skin filtered to the shade above deceased, eyes littered in blood popping veins, and your face—

the face he fell in love with time after time had become meek, almost unrecognizable cast in agony with pain buried all through it.

“you know that you are always welcomed here” he opens the door and waves you in noticing your tattered clothes and dampened hair.

you mutter a thank you walking over to his kitchen, you’d been here many times through the years memorizing your way to the kettle in the kitchen that stewed tea—akaashi softly pads over to you halting at a safe distance to watch you.

“i don’t want to talk about it” the tea is poured louder than your words, but the venomous coat to it spoke volumes.

“you don’t want to talk about it or you just don’t want me to know?” he never moves from his position, carding his fingers through his hair to keep him calm—he’d rather shake the stupidity from you but it’d end like it has every time.

akaashi flinches at the response you give him nothing more than a shoulder shrug while you bring the poured cup of tea to your lips “can i shower here or would you not want to know about that either?”

he scoffs off the nasty bite you flick at him—knowing you well enough it’s a barrier behind the pain you’d rather not talk about.

“be my guest, princess” he deadpans, grabbing the two sipped mug from your hands and walking over to the sink, his teeth gritted with anger bubbling inside of him.

he doesn’t even realize the broken glass piercing his hands from his deathly grip until he feels blood dripping through his fingers, thoughts of what your precious ex had done to you tonight plays in his head.

the loud gasps of yells from you bounce the bathroom walls to shake akaashi back to planet earth, he doesn’t even know he’s busted through the bathroom door until he hears you gasp again.

“i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry” your knees take hold of the shower floor, mindlessly you babble through gushes of tears trying to explain yourself as to why you’re on the floor but akaashi ignores it never leaving his worried sick eyes off of you.

“let’s get you dried off and in the bed okay? worry about all of this another day” his arms wrap your body securely with a towel and before you know it you’re in his arms leading to the bedroom.

your head falls to his collarbone “you really have lost your smile” he never looks at you muttering those cold nipped words and it hurts you even more knowing how truthful it is.

he lays you down gently in his bed swaddling your head to the pillow, brushing a blanket over you he tries not to wince at the bruises marked all over your body.

“use my bed tonight i’ll sleep on the couch, if you need anything you know what to do” hesitation fills his insides knowing he’s going to ignore your state of body and mind like he always did— it’s better that way for him.

he remembers all the times he poked and prod at tedious information you’d let out, the results were always the same of you leaving his life just to come running back.

fragile fingers wrap around his wrist bringing akaashi back to earth from his cloud of thoughts, he looks down at you watching your lips shake words “please stay with me keiji, i really want you here”

it feels like a selfish request after what grief you’ve brought him day after day, you’ll never understand his stupidity to continue this vicious cycle but underneath it all you do know why, you’re just too afraid to accept it.

he lays down beside you his slate iced eyes look you over, he holds a solemn smile and with your permission he begins tracing the exposed skin with his finger “touch me” he stops at the words raking his eyes to your face.

“what? why? you need to sleep, once you’ve fallen asleep i’m heading to the couch” akaashi stiff shoulder bumps into you, shifting his body on the position of the bed further from you.

a laugh slips out from you, leaning up on your roughed elbows you perch over him and bending down further you close the distance between you he’d so carefully tried to keep for years—you press your swollen lips on his.

all akaashi can think of is how wrong that he’s kissing you back, carefully slipping the towel from your body and gently guiding your body to straddle him and in the moments you start to feel peace, finally having someone touch you without force or hate.

“is this what you really want?” he’s breathless, his bulge pressing harshly into your radiating heat yet he still wants to insure it’s what you want and to him this isn’t a dream.

you rock your hips on his bulge, the wetness of your bare cunt leaving a dampened spot on him “yes it is, now fuck me please” you moan out feeling his bulge aligned to your bud prodding it.

akaashi delicately pushes your back to the mattress, his hands fumble with the restricting clothes and as they litter the floor you see his sculpted body on full display for you.

his body wears a beautiful color stained milky white with splattered beauty marks in just the right places, you can’t take your eyes off until his finger pulls your chin to him “let me make love to you instead” his voice drifts in your ear as akaashi runs his finger right down to your slit.

his finger curls inside of you pushing deeper into a spot you didn’t think was reachable, you mindlessly wrap your legs around his hips pulling him closer to you—he adds another finger closer to you as well.

his hands map every curve and glossed feature on you, his lips pay closer attention to the imperfect things about you laying gentle kisses on the bruises and scratches attached to your faint skin.

it’s different with him— feeling akaashi gently devour your body, tongue dragging down the sweeter spots of you—his hands take precautions before grabbing your flesh and rocking his hips against yours pushing himself in.

you’re used to harsh slaps, disgusting grunts and empty orgasms— with akaashi your body moves with ease even begging for him to give you more and for him to kiss you.

“you’re so beautiful you know that? i don’t deserve to be naked in the same bed with you” he whispers a low moan in your ear, holding your body close to his while akaashi thrust deep in you.

your mouth is dry from the pants and the hottened room, it’s the feeling of being loved that finally stings your own heart and with no response you let tears roll down your cheeks.

he wipes them away with a swipe of his fingers planting a kiss on the salty stains, akaashi takes the lead of your body driving every orgasm and self proclaimed hate out of you.

your eyes start to drag with sleep, you’d like to fight it so you can memorize every perfection and imperfection figments of skin he marked on you but as akaashi pulls you closer in his arms and feeling his beating heart syncing up with yours, you sleep.

though akaashi doesn’t, instead he traces his fingers over the fresh bruises painted on your face, the agile fingertips hover over the old scars you’ve tried concealing with makeup.

“i want you to be mine so i can always protect you” he whispers to you, his hot breath laying over the fresh cut dug deep in your cheek.

he pauses his actions to watch you shift closer to him, like a beaten animal you cling to whatever is comfort and tonight that is akaashi.

“but i’m scared to admit that you wouldn’t want that would you?—” he stills again, this time to watch your lids twitch in a deepened slumber.

you probably hadn’t slept this deep in months, always being on edge of that frightful hand coming down to put you back in this disgusting life you made.

“i’m scared you’d never be able to love again” akaashi continues, pulling the fray strands of hair behind your ear, you rustle again in your sleep and he can’t help but feel like he’s ruining the peace you finally have.

he has so many sentences he’d like to fill with words to tell you but he’s afraid of one wrong thing and you’d be gone.

if it’s even for tonight, akaashi has you now.

when the morning finally came akaashi was afraid to open his eyes to see the side of his bed empty again, he opened his eyes so slowly scared to see the future he knew was laid out already for him

to his dismay you were smiling back at him caressing his beautiful face with all the answers he ever needed in your endless eyes.

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tetsuwhore · 4 years

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𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 | 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮

Night Club AU! Series: Vol i.

‘It wasn’t a normal occurrence for him to lose his composure, the collectedness that he worked so hard to maintain. And yet, here you are, shattering it like it was the easiest thing in the world to do.’

Description: having had enough of you teasing him in front of your friends, Kuroo decides to remind you of your place.

Warning: explicit smut - hard dom!Kuroo, daddy kink, degradation/dirty talk, lil bit of brat taming, overstimulation, semi-public sex, accidental exhibitionism, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 4.3k

Song Rec: What I Want by She Wants Revenge

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He was thinking.

He sees you at the bar, casually leaning against the table. You’ve got an elbow on the bar top, lithe fingers twirling around a loose lock of hair as you lightly sway your head along to the beat of the music. It’s some kind of electropop, but he’s not really paying attention.

He was always thinking.

Suddenly, you still. Turning your head around, body still facing away from him, your eyes lock on his. Your gaze is intent, as if you were trying to tell him that you knew he was watching you. His eyes trail down your face, captivated by the sight of your thumb nail slightly slipping between your lips. Then, the moment passes, and you turn back away from him.

Kuroo’s mind was constantly working, like cogs in a well-oiled machine. His thoughts always moved steadily; never rushed. He took in what he could sense around him, chewing it carefully, meticulously picking at the little details before deciding how to act. It wasn’t a normal occurrence for him to lose his composure, the collectedness that he worked so hard to maintain.

And yet, here you are, shattering it like it was the easiest thing in the world to do.

You’re walking towards him now, taking slow steps as you playfully sway your hips along to the tune. He finds himself fixated on your face again. His eyes can’t tear away from your pretty, pretty lips, lightly pulled into a mischievous smile as you advance closer to his form.

“Here you go, babe. Black Russian.”

Accepting the glass from you, he shifts on the leather sofa, giving you space to resume your previous position, nestled into his side. Sipping the drink, he allows the bittersweet taste to dance around his tongue as he vaguely makes out the conversation happening before him. You have an arm loosely looped around his shoulders as you lean into his chest, laughing at something Bokuto is saying.

(He’s been too preoccupied to focus on the topic of conversation. He hopes Akaashi doesn’t notice.)

“Kuroo-san, are you alright? You’ve been rather quiet.”

(For fucks sake, with how obvious he was being, of course Akaashi would notice.)

“Yeah, baby, you feeling okay?”

Your voice is so deceptively saccharine when you look at him, lashes fluttering innocently as you join Akaashi in voicing your concern. They have no way of knowing that your hand, currently perched on his shoulder, is lightly pulling at the small hairs on the back of his neck. It’s right where he’s sensitive, and just the way he likes it.

(And you know this. He knows you know, and he knows you’re getting such a kick out of leaving him so agitated.)

Lightly nodding, he brushes it off, saying he was just a little worn out from all the dancing. Shrugging in acceptance, Akaashi and Bokuto continue their conversation.

And you continue what you’ve been doing all night.

Your lips are so pretty, but so, so dangerous. Especially when they’re right up against his ear, whispering all kinds of filth. They’re in your native tongue, and he can’t understand them - not explicitly at least.

He doesn’t need to. Not when you’re practically purring them into his ear, words slipping off your tongue in a silky, sultry tone that sends a flaring heat crawling up all the way from deep inside him, to the back of his neck.

He grips your other hand, stopping it from moving any higher up his thigh, squeezing it in warning. Hearing you huff and pull away, he almost breathes a sigh of relief. Almost, because you immediately follow up with another sentence.

One that makes him tense up, as he catches the very last word.

“...daddy.”

Kuroo was always thinking. He could be bold in his actions, yes, but it was after careful mental consideration of the risks. The things he said or the way he behaved - they were always done consciously, deliberately, strategically.

Kuroo was not an impulsive person.

And yet, he finds himself turning to Akaashi and Bokuto, stumbling over some half-assed excuse about how he needed to find a bathroom because he ‘wasn’t feeling very well’.

He ignores their bewildered expressions as he grabs your hand, pulling you up with him. He ignores the knowing look Akaashi sends Bokuto as he drags you behind him, maneuvering past the sea of dancing bodies, scouring the area for an isolated corner away from the flashing lights and prying eyes.

You groan as he slams you against the wall, melding his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Before you can get too lost in his hold, you push him away. Curious, you ask, “Why didn’t you just make up some excuse so we could leave altogether? I mean, Akaashi already-”

“You think,” his voice is gruff as he snarls, “that I can wait long enough for us to get home?” His eyes - dark and stoney as they lock on yours in a scorching gaze - make you shudder. He’s breathing heavily, jaw clenched tight, and a visible vein on his forehead, as he glares down at you.

He looks like a wild animal gone feral. And right now, you’re his prey.

Glancing warily at the group of people walking just down the empty hallway that he’s pulled you into, you attempt to protest, “Wait, Tetsu, we can’t just- not here-”

“Don’t even try to tell me that the little stunt you’ve been pulling all night wasn’t you begging to get fucked right here. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

And then he’s on you again, hot mouth pressed hard against yours. The bruising hold he has on your hips makes you moan - from pain, or from arousal, you don’t know. You don’t have time to care either, not when he’s deepening the kiss, making it grow hungrier, more animalistic. The grip you have on his shirt tightens as his tongue darts between your lips, licking against the back of your teeth before melding with yours.

It’s him who pulls away this time, ignoring your whine at the loss of contact.

“What, you thought you could just rile me up in front of our friends and I’d let you get away with it?” Clicking his tongue, he continues, “Since you seem to enjoy behaving like a slut, you’re going to get treated like one. On your knees.”

Glancing down at the floor, you grimace at the thought of your naked skin touching the muck and grime collected at the surface. Looking back up at him, you protest, “But, Tetsu, it’s filthy.”

“Dunno why the fuck you care about that. After all, you seemed sure okay with spewing absolute filth in my ear only minutes ago, huh, sweetheart?”

Seeing you attempting to complain again, he sneers, “Would you prefer if I fucked my fist instead? And left you with nothing?”

Chuckling sardonically at the sight of you frantically shaking your head, he orders, tone firm and commanding, “Yeah, didn’t think so. Then don’t be a brat. On your knees.”

You obey him this time, sinking down to your knees so you’re face to face with his clothed crotch. He watches you intently, remaining silent - you know what you have to do without needing further instruction. Making haste, you unzip his pants, moving his boxers down so you can grab a hold of his cock.

Smearing the moisture pooling at the tip with your thumb, you place wet kisses along its length, lubricating it enough for your hand to begin slowly pumping it at the base. Casting your eyes up at him, you wrap your lips around the tip, mentally patting yourself on the back when you hear him hiss at the sensation.

He watches as you begin moving your head up and down his length, your hand pumping the rest from his base. “C’mon, sweetheart, you can do better than that,” he grunts, saying nothing more. He doesn’t have to - you already know what he means. You take your hands off his cock and place them both on the outside of his thighs to steady yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly inch yourself forward, taking in as much as you can. You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes as you keep going, willing yourself not to gag when you feel him reach closer to the back of your throat. Opening your eyes, you almost choke in surprise when you realize that he’s barely halfway in.

He bites his lip as he looks down at you, struggling, but nonetheless forcing yourself to work his entire length into your mouth. You’re so, so pretty, knelt down, with your lips wrapped tight around his dick, stray tears streaming down your face. He can’t help the prick of pride as he watches you work yourself ragged, pushing and fighting to stuff more of his cock into your warm mouth.

All for his pleasure.

Taking pity on you, he gently taps your cheek, speaking breathily, “Alright, tha-that’s enough.” You pull away, lips leaving behind a string of saliva still connected to the head of his cock. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you hold on to his forearms and pull yourself back up.

“Since you were so obedient, I think you deserve a little reward, hmm?” he coos, smirking as he drinks in your current flustered state. It’s such a stark contrast to the seductive temptress from earlier, and he has to hold back an amused laugh.

You’re breathing unevenly, face flushed pink and swollen lips slightly open as you release shallow exhales. Hearing his question, you nod hesitantly.

“Nuh uh, use your words, baby. What do you want me to do?”

“I- I want you to fuck me, Tetsu.”

Shaking his head, he tuts, moving his face to your ear before whispering, “Nope, not ‘Tetsu’. I want you to say it exactly like earlier.”

Understanding flickering in your eyes, you sink into his embrace, murmuring, “I want you to fuck me… daddy.”

His reaction is immediate. Pulling you back into his chest, he jerks your chin up to engage you in a needy kiss. Meanwhile, his hands frantically reach under the hem of your skirt, fingers looping into the band of your panties before yanking them down your thighs. Helping him, you rustle around, kicking it down to allow him to pick it and push it into his pocket.

With his lips still pressed hard against yours, Kuroo nudges your legs apart, giving him space to place his free hand between them. He groans as his fingers lightly trace your slit, feeling the slickness dripping down from your heat. “Fuck,” he grunts against your lips, “you this worked up just from choking on my dick?”

Licking your lips, you glance up at him, murmuring breathily, “Been worked up for a lot longer than that, daddy.” God, that fucking word again. He doesn’t know what it is, but hearing it from your lips has him tensing up, releasing what almost sounds like a growl.

Moving his fingers upwards, he begins rubbing tight circles on your clit, ignoring the sting as you sink your nails into his forearm in an attempt to remain steady. Your form is hunched over slightly - without his arm supporting you, you likely would’ve fallen over, legs too weak to hold you up.

A shiny sheen of sweat covers your skin as you close your eyes, bottom lip pulled in between your teeth in a pathetic attempt to hide your moans - it’s useless, with how he’s increasing the pace of his fingers against you. You can’t hold back your needy whines as he works faster, amping up the pressure to the point where you can almost feel the knot in your stomach come undone.

“Tet- daddy,” you quickly correct yourself, “W-What if someone hears?”

“Let ‘em. Then they’ll get to hear all the pretty sounds my girl makes,” he grins wickedly before adding, “But, if it bothers you so much, maybe I should gag you with your panties?” Screwing your eyes shut at the humiliating thought, you shake your head quickly, prompting another chuckle from him.

Right when you think he can’t do any more, Kuroo slips a finger in, nudging it around until he finds the sweet spot inside that has you crying out aloud. And then, just as you’re tethering on the edge of falling apart completely, you suddenly hear an unfamiliar laugh. Your eyes shoot open as the horror quickly sinks in.

There is a man standing at the end of the hallway.

There is a man watching as your unsuspecting boyfriend, still knuckle deep in your hot cunt, keeps going, completely oblivious to the unwelcome eyes ogling you.

And before you can speak up, warn Kuroo of what is happening, you feel your orgasm convulse through you.

It’s so, so humiliating, feeling your body shudder involuntary as you come to terms with the fact that this stranger had just seen you at your most vulnerable. The smug smirk on his face only makes matters worse as you feel the back of your neck grow scorching hot with embarrassment. Weakly calling out to Kuroo, you nudge his chin to the side with your head, alerting him.

All it takes is a single sharp glare from Kuroo to send the man running.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, allowing yourself to relax a bit. That is, until you feel your boyfriend resume the ministrations of his fingers against your sensitive core. Gasping in disbelief, you attempt to push his hand away, a complaint on the tip of your lips as you look up at your grinning boyfriend in shock.

“B-But he just- he just saw us! What if someone else-”

“Aw, don’t give me that bullshit, angel,” he interrupts, tone mocking, “If it bothered you so much, then why can I feel you getting wetter, hmm?” He smirks as he keeps pumping his finger into your soaking cunt for emphasis, snickering at your embarrassed whine upon hearing the loud squelching sounds of his motions.

“Mhm, look at how tight your pretty little cunt is, all clenched up around my finger,” he continues, feline eyes fixated on where his digits continue moving between your thighs, “You’re practically swallowing me up. You like the idea of some creep watching as I make you cum?”

Hearing you whine in response, he laughs, “Oh, baby, you’re just so easy to rile up.”

He’s spewing the filthiest sentences, humiliating you to no end, all while still donning that shit-eating grin. And yet, you know he’s right - you hate how right he is. You hate how easy it is for him to get you so painfully needy and soaked with just his fingers alone. You hate how he could flip all the teasing on to you, using his domineering tone to turn you into a pliant mess.

And you especially hate how quickly you find yourself giving up control and allowing him to do exactly as he pleases.

You gasp out in surprise when you feel him pull away and flip you around, positioning you so your back is pressed up against his chest. His fingers move back to you, abandoning the lazy pace from earlier and instead, opting for a quickened tempo that has you crying out in ecstasy.

The movements of his fingers are brutal, rubbing hard against your clit, circling over it again, and again, and again. You’re trying to speak up, tell him that it was too much, that your clit was already too sensitive from your previous orgasm from only minutes ago. But the words remain choked up in your throat, your lips too busy releasing the most whiny noises.

Noticing your garbled speech, Kuroo moves his face so he’s at your ear, voice laced with mock concern, “Sorry, sweetheart, trying to tell me something?” Hearing you whimper as you try to muster up a response, he lets out a dark laugh, voice taunting as he speaks.

“You were all talk when we were with Akaashi and Bokuto. What’s wrong now, kitten? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you just needed daddy to put you in your place, hmm?”

“D-Daddy, it’s too- too much... please...”

Realizing that your weak whisper wouldn’t do anything to stop him, you make the pathetic attempt to close your legs, trapping his hand between them and slowing (but not quite stopping) his movements.

(God, you should’ve known better.)

“Oh, you really shouldn’t have done that, baby…”

As you feel his free hand move under your thigh, prying it away from the other and lifting it up until it’s pulled taut against your abdomen, you quickly realize what a big mistake you’ve made.

Not only were you now forced to balance all your weight on a single (very shaky) leg, your core was now fully exposed for his fingers to explore. And explore he does, pushing a second finger inside you while grinding his palm against your clit. Your predicament was only made worse as he pulled your thigh tighter against your chest, opening you up further to his touch.

“Daddy! D-Daddy, please... let my leg down, p-please!”

Humming in amusement, he asks, “Hmm, I don’t know. Do you promise to keep ‘em open for me?”

“Yes! I-I won’t stop you… I p-promise…”

You gain some semblance of stability now that you’re back on your feet and have his arm wrapped around your midriff again. Just in time too - you feel yourself reaching close to your second orgasm, body squirming and writhing involuntarily in his hold.

The way his fingers are curling and uncurling inside you is so, so delicious, and you can practically taste the sweetness of your impending climax. The sensation of his hot mouth, licking and biting as it trails along your neck, isn’t helping either. All previous thoughts about oversensitivity abandon your mind as you find yourself growing dizzier with every passing second, desperate for that high.

And he gives it to you. No. He does more than just give you your orgasm.

Allowing you to dig your nails deep into his forearm, he ruts his palm faster and harder against your clit, giving you more, and more, and more, until he’s practically wrenching your orgasm out of you. It’s much stronger than the previous - more explosive - and you find yourself screaming for him when you finally, finally cum.

Kuroo tightens the grip of his arm when he feels your knees buckle, chuckling as he watches you loll your head back against his chest, your eyes lidded in a heavy daze. But then, as his eyes trail down and catch a glimpse of your lips - swollen and red from how much you had been biting them - he’s reminded of how painfully hard he is, cock throbbing from having been neglected for so long.

“C’mon, baby, up against the wall so daddy can fuck you.”

You’re so fucked out, you let him maneuver your body as he likes, allowing him to press your pliant form against the wall. Pulling the fabric of your skirt over your ass, he inches forward, grinding his length along your soaked core in an effort to lubricate himself. Kuroo lets out a sharp hiss at the contact, allowing himself to get lost in the sensation - so much so, that he doesn’t catch you weakly calling out his name.

“T-Tetsu, wait!” you try again.

This time, he hears. Alarmed by your distressed tone, he makes quick work of turning you back around to face him. Cupping your cheek, he presses, “Hey, talk to me, sweetheart. Is it too much? You wanna stop?” His tone is laced with concern as he worries that he has perhaps pushed you too much.

Shaking your head lightly, you respond, “No, I don’t want to stop.” Kuroo waits patiently, allowing you to speak at your own pace. “Just, uh… Can we do it,” gesturing down to the front of your body, “like this? Please, I- I need to touch you.”

“Of course we can, sweetheart,” he chuckles, moving your arms to loop them around his neck. Bending slightly, he grips the back of your thighs, lifting you up and shifting so you can comfortably wrap your legs around his waist.

Kuroo is quick to sense when you’ve burnt out, sharply reading your body language and changing his approach accordingly. So when you’re looking up at him like you are now - eyes practically pleading for him to go softer - how can he deny you?

“Mhm, you’ve been such a good girl for me. Now, how about I take care of you, hmm?” Kuroo murmurs quietly, the gentleness of his voice a stark contrast from the raspiness of earlier. Softly pressing his lips against yours, he lines himself up with your core, swallowing your gasps as he inches forward.

“Tetsu, you’re so b-big...” you whimper, eyes screwed shut. “I know, baby, but look at how well you’re taking me,” he breathes against your lips, “T-Taking, all of my cock like, uh- like a good girl.” Nodding vigorously, you whine, “Gonna take all of it. Wan- wanna be your good girl.”

“That’s right, my good girl,” rolling his hips into yours, he grunts, “Mine. All mine.”

Freeing one of his hands to caress your cheek, Kuroo whispers, “Hold on tight, yeah baby?” You only have time to increase your grip on his shoulders before you feel him move. Digging his fingers into the plush of your thighs, he pulls his hips back.

And then, in one powerful thrust, he’s completely inside your heat.

Your eyes widen, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your body reels from the force of his hips colliding into yours. Then, he does it again, And again. And, again. You’re conscious of the ache in your thighs from gripping his hips so tight, but you choose to ignore it, instead reveling in the euphoric sensation of his cock hitting the little spot inside you.

He’s grimacing at every thrust, groaning, “Fuck, how are you s-still, uh, still so fucking tight?” Your walls cling tightly to his length, making it a struggle to even pull out. Driving himself into you with merciless abandon, he focuses on your sweet moans, incentive enough to push himself to give you more.

Your breath is hot against his skin, and you’ve reverted back to your foreign tongue as you sob into his ear what he assumes are sweet nothings. Kuroo makes a conscious effort to jut his pelvic bone upwards, grinding it against your clit with every thrust. All his energy is now solely focused on pushing you over the edge one final time.

And it’s all completely worth it when you do. He bites his lip as he watches the spectacle before him - you’re crying out, head thrown back, eyes tightly shut as you allow the waves of euphoria to course through your veins. You’ve clamped up completely, making him grit his teeth as he fights to reach his own release.

You’re barely coherent, babbling with your face buried in the crook of his neck. “Tetsu, please, I can’t hold on for much longer,” you beg, tears freely streaming down your eyes in response to the overstimulation, “I need you to cum for me. Oh, god, please, daddy, please... Cum for me and fill me up!”

It’s exactly what he needs. With a rumbling growl, he bites on to your shoulder as he releases into you. His cock continues inching in and out of your slopping cunt, painting your walls white with his cum.

When he finally feels the shocks of pleasure subside, he allows his forehead to rest against your own, feline eyes looking straight into yours.

Your features break out into a soft smile as you tenderly cup his cheeks, tilting your head up to plant a soft kiss on his nose before trailing your lips down to place them on his.

Pulling away, you chuckle, “God, I can’t believe we just did that. Who knew your nerdy ass was capable of fucking my brains out at some seedy nightclub, huh.”

Rolling his eyes jokingly, he slowly plants you back down on your feet, sniggering at your whimper when he pulls out of your sensitive core, leaving behind a trail of his milky emission. Adopting a more serious tone, Kuroo asks, “It wasn’t too much though, right? I didn’t go too far with the dirty talk?”

Shaking your head, you reassure, “It was good. A little overwhelming towards the end, but no, I liked it.” A mischievous grin crawls on to your face as you look up at him, tone teasing.

“So… daddy, huh?”

Groaning, he quips back, “Hey, are we not going to talk about how you practically came all over my dick every time I called you a good girl?”

Looking up at him, you grip on to his shirt, murmuring, “I mean... I like being your good girl.”

Biting his lip at your alluring tone, his voice is quiet as he whispers, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you giggle back.

Chuckling lightly, he presses a soft kiss against your forehead. “Let’s go find the bathrooms so we can get you cleaned up, hmm?” he murmurs absent-mindedly as he turns his head, peering into the hallway in search of a bathroom.

In retrospect, he should’ve known.

He really should’ve realized that you wouldn’t simply let this moment pass without seizing the opportunity to fluster him again, now that he was back to his easy-going self. And so, he feels more than a little foolish when he chokes on air upon hearing your next words.

“Forget the bathrooms. Like you said, you need to teach me my place, right? So what better way to do that than to have me spend the rest of the night walking around with your cum dripping down my thighs?”

#kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #pick your poison series #alcohol tw

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kuroosweakness · 3 years

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more sumi headcannons for ya <3

sumi and her dad exercising together - kuroo jogging and sumi on her pink bike with tassels at the side. the bike also has a basket in front so she made sure to take some of her stuffed animals to the adventure

she looks so cute geared up too and she just LOVES spending time with her dad like that

and sometimes, they might play some volleyball too, kuroo introducing her to the sport he loves most

and it’s super cute!! her missing the ball her dad tosses for her and she has this cute lil pout on her face

and imagine her tiny arms and hands tryna receive the ball ACKKK TOO CUTE 🥰

sometimes, she’ll come with her dad when he plays volleyball with bokuto and akaashi and the others

and she’s amazed but more scared of the loud BAMMMM when uncle bokuto spikes the ball

then they reach home and she tells her mom all about it at the dinner table, her feet dangling and swinging back and forth

:' <33 these are all so adorable, the perfect escape from stress!

- hehe going on daddy&daughter runs so mom can catch a break~ :)

imagine sumi trying her best to bike faster than her dad can jog, and just to rile her up, kuroo would run much faster while sumi desperately tries to pedal as fast as she can

omg yes!! her stuffed animal in her basket!! can't ever leave out her plushies <3

"i'll bring smark bc he can't run in real life :)" - sumi

imagine her in a little bike helmet :' SO CUTE!! since dad loves going on runs, it suits them perfectly!!

- oh kuroo would introduce sumi to volleyball super early! :)) sumi grew up in an environment where she sees volleyball courts, jerseys, players, and games on a regular basis~

of course dad wouldn't pressure her to play, but he'd love for her to!!

imagine mom teaming up with sumi in a little receiving game~

AHAHA i can totally see sumi pouting when she has to go get the ball after missing her dad's toss :')

SO CUTE!! dad will have to help her roll up her sleeves. dad would have to reassure her that red spots aren't anything to be scared of!

YESS i just know uncle bokuto adores sumi! and sumi adores him right back! i can totally see bokuto whispering "bad stuff" about kuroo's teenage days to her, just to get giggles from sumi and frowns from kuroo

uncle akaashi is more...mature :') sumi loves him because he looks cool in glasses and treats her like an adult! and because she finds it funny when akaashi rolls his eyes at her dad.

when sumi tells uncle akaashi that he rolls his eyes at kuroo just like the way her mom does, akaashi can't help but laugh

sumi loves making sound effects of the ball when they hit it :))

imagine kuroo's look of betrayal when sumi cheers for uncle bokuto instead of him! she'll receive a lot of tickles from him afterwards

THE DETAILS her swinging her feet back and forth is SO CUTE <33 and mom loves listening to her stories

i can imagine kuroo eating on the other side of the table, trying to recall all of the events sumi's talking about :'))

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imagine sumi being determined to give mom a better massage than dad by copying his moves but adding in her special effects :))

and mom's just enjoying their endless "battle" because she gets endless free massages :')

#lia convos #sumi kuroo related convos

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ukeishin · 4 years

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you’re unsure what to make of the subtle frown marring akaashi’s pretty face.

he’s seated at your desk, taking a brief pause from diligently working away at an assignment that you’re currently neglecting. he had come over earlier that day so you could do homework together, and had promptly given you a deadpan look when you sighed heavily before giving up not even an hour into the study session.

you lie on your stomach, head resting on your folded arms as you watch akaashi from your bed. it’s unfair how even with a frown akaashi’s still beautiful. however, your brows furrow when you note the worsening eyebags underneath the lens of his glasses, evidence of staying up late too many nights. you would chastise him if only you didn’t have the same bad habit. such is the way of most college students. you also know that akaashi would divert the attention back onto you and somehow end up lecturing you instead for your poor sleep schedule.

“what’s bothering you?” your question doesn’t startle akaashi. instead his frown deepens as he doesn’t even spare a glance in your direction. you roll your eyes and loudly huff at the lack of response.

“you’re missing one,” akaashi notes, eyes scanning your horde of plushies gathered in a messy pile next to you. propping your head up with your elbow, you follow akaashi’s gaze. you mentally begin to count your stuffed animals to confirm if what akaashi’s saying is true before realizing that you don’t know how many you had in the first place.

“i’ll replace the frog one you’re missing if you finish up your assignment,” akaashi says before resuming his work once more. you turn your head to look over your large collection of stuffed animals to see that you are indeed missing a frog plushie. you flop down face first against your pillow with a groan. why were you cursed with such a cruel boyfriend? so utterly cruel of him to exploit your weakness like that in order to get you to do something you dreaded.

“it better be cute, keiji,” you whine. although coherent, it comes out muffled since your face is smushed against your pillow. all akaashi grants you is a hum in acknowledgment.

if you looked up you would see akaashi’s lips twitch up in a closed smile.

#observant akaashi who finds a way to properly motivate u to do ur work!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi imagine #haikyuu imagine #celeste.adores #adoring.akaashi #celeste.scribs

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suunnysyde · 4 years

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Haikyuu x reader headcannons

Guess what mamas 🙄

I died, decided to write Haikyuu headcannons for when they’re dating you, and voila! Bon appetite.

I made these for what?? Nothing, so I decided better get some use out of it.

* I tried to not make it too biased on anything, for example not many milk mentions for Kageyama or video games for Kenma. I slipped a few times oops.

Content under tag cause its a long one lmao

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[ GIRLS ]

- You and Alisa dress each other up.

- Alisa would take you shopping for your dates with Lev ( or her )

- You hype Yachi up when she feels down.

- You play volleyball with Kiyoko sometimes, that’s partly why she got good.

- Yachi probably has a lower than normal immune system so you’re taking her of her a lot, think of it as a way of giving back to her.

- Kiyoko prepares the most extravagant dates for you, if you ask why she merely says “only the best for my lover.”

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[ KARASUNO ]

- Kageyama would file your nails while you talk if he sees you picking on them.

- Hinata would go to school with his nails painted because his sister painted them. On that note, Hinata would paint your nails if you needed help on your non-dominant hand.

- Tsukishima and Akaashi would grab your hand when they’re nervous and squeeze it gently.

- Asahi likes it when you play with his hair.

- Dates with Yamaguchi would either be ordering take-out and binging anime or just cuddling and sleeping.

- Nishinoya would teach you ‘Rolling Thunder’ if you asked.

- Nishinoya also really likes it when you play with his hair.

- You and Tsukishima have study dates at a cafe and eat strawberry shortcake.

- Sometimes Sugawara goes to your house to cook for you. Or you both cook together and then share it to the team as a treat.

- Daichi would take you out to a carnival and win whatever you want for you.

- Nishinoya’s grandfather adores you, and always asks how you are. And scolds Nishinoya in front of you sometimes, saying how he should treat you right.

- Tsukishima would make playlists with songs that remind him of you.

- You let Yamaguchi explain volleyball shenanigans so he remembers them.

- Kageyama *loves* getting hugs from you, but doesn’t start them in fear you don’t want to reciprocate the hug.

- If you play volleyball you practice spiking with Hinata so he can practice receiving.

- You and Asahi go to movie drive ins and cuddle in the backseat.

- If you do something to Asahi’s hair, like a hairstyle, he would wear it around without taking it off. Nishinoya comments on his hair saying how he’s lucky to have a girl like you.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Daichi keeps a note on his phone on things you like and don’t like plus things you’ve said.

- Tsukishima let’s you wear his glasses when you two are alone, he enjoys seeing you happy. Even if he doesn’t admit it.

- If you have freckles Hinata would count them and draw constellations on your face. ( bonus: he kisses each individual freckle )

- Kageyama tries to braid your hair, he’ll probably just tangle it though.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

[ NEKOMA ]

- Kenma knows how to braid hair pretty well, so he would often practice on you, if you have short hair small braids.

- Kenma also likes to rest his head near your neck, it feels like you’re somehow protecting him from the outside world.

- Kuroo takes you on beach dates during summer vacation.

- You and Kuroo would throw insults at each other to see who gets mad first, loser normally buys food. On that note if you’re close to breaking and you’ve lost twice in a row he’ll call quits.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Kenma would name his starter Pokémon after you, since he keeps his starter till the end. ( bonus: uses a lot of potions on you so you don’t faint )

- Kenma gets you stuffed animals when he goes to the arcade.

- Yaku treats your wounds if you trip and scrape your knee. ( carries first aid kit for his wounds )

- Alisa would take you shopping for your dates with Lev ( or her )

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

[ FUKŪRODANI ]

- Tsukishima and Akaashi would grab your hand when they’re nervous and squeeze it gently.

- Bokuto often calls you at 3am to ask you to go with him to a supermarket or to tell you he’s outside your house.

- Akaashi would help you study for your exams, he can quickly grasp any subject’s basics.

- Akaashi would read you what he’s reading at the moment, or a resumen of what’s happening.

- TW: SWEAR // Kenma is shit at 8ball so he tends so ignore your 8ball advances.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- You and Bokuto dance in the rain even if Akaashi advises against it because you two always get sick afterwards.

- Bokuto loves PDA and showing you off in general ( “HEY GUYS! LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL LOVER!” )

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

[ AOBA JOHSAI ]

- Iwaizumi does work out dates ( pls his muscles )

- You and Oikawa would watch crappy movies and judge them. Especially sappy romance movies, though he jokes about going on cheesy dates with you.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Oikawa would ask you to make him lunches as he adores your cooking.

- Iwaizumi makes you lunches, pretty good cook.

- If any of his fangirl do anything to you Oikawa will not hesitate to scold them, he won’t leave your side afterwards for a week.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

[ SHIRATORIZAWA ]

- Tendo and Futakuchi would start prank wars with you.

- Tendo once joked about committing arson with you. ( once, for now )

- Tendo brought you to an abandoned building with pizza and you both ate pizza at the rooftop before stargazing.

- Tendo has joked frequently about stealing a stop sign though, it’s on his bucket list on things to do with you.

- //TIMESKIP Tendo makes you chocolate for when you’re on your period ( if you like chocolate )

- Ushijima *never* gets sick. Bacteria are scared of him.

- Tendō always talks to you about the latest manga and encourages you to read it with him.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

[ JOHENZI and ITACHIYAMA ]

- Terushima once brought you out to a laser tag date, it got intense. He lost. No mercy.

- Terushima’s music taste changes every month so every month he makes you a playlist of the songs he likes most.

- Sakusa likes it both when he plays with your hair and when you play with his, although he won’t admit the latter.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

[ DATEKO ( DATE TECH ) ]

- Tendo and Futakuchi would start prank wars with you.

- You and Aone go to petting zoos as dates.

❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

OUTRO

now, now, wait. Before you go. If you made it this far lmao, allow me to serenade you, with Haikyuu Chants

TW: all caps

( idk if I had to mark that but I know someone who hates all caps so ye )

AOBA JOHSAI, AOBA JOHSAI ( OH! )

OOOOH SEIJOH

NEKOMA NEKOMA, NEKO NEKO, NEKO MA

SHIIIIIRATORIZAWA ( dun dun ) SHIIIIIRATORIZAWA

GO GO LETS GO, LETS GO DATEKO

NOHEBI NOHEBI NOHEBI * smt in japanese * HA CHI CHI CHI

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tsumucore · 4 years

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Playing ACNH hcs ♡‧₊˚

here’s some hcs of Atsumu, Kuroo, Suna, and Akaashi playing animal crossing bc it’s been on my mind :3

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Atsumu

Gave into the hype just so he could say yeah I game 🙄😴 (he only has a switch bc the rest of inarizaki play smash)

Named his island “island”

He literally chose the most inconvenient layout when he started. His resident services is right smack in front of his airport so there’s like barely a sliver of walking space AND it’s slightly to the left so it ain’t even centered 💔

When the rest of inarizaki comes over to visit, he ends up getting slaughtered for his lack of “appealing scenery” and influx of weeds 😭 Osamu, Suna, and Aran are leading the revolution

Do NOT invite this mf over to your island he will trample all over your flowers, INCLUDING the hybrids. Isn’t even aware of the damage he’s caused until you’re chasing him with an axe and gifting him trash every day for the next two weeks

Gets on his knees and begs you for spare 30 iron nuggets 🤲🏼🥺

Listen he knows all villagers are created equal✨ and whatnot but he still screams every time he sees an ugly villager arrive at his campsite. He saw Limberg once, said No ❤️ and immediately closed out of the game

Whenever a villager he hates moves in, he spends a half hour straight hitting them with his net bc he thinks thats gonna get them to move out lmfao

Tries out all the tricks for getting a good island when he’s going villager hunting like clapping for Orville, showing up in dodo merch, etc

“Uhhh, you know it’s completely randomized right..? None of them actually work.” “Shut yer trap 🥰″

Man... he really sets his villagers’ nicknames for him as “daddy”

“What if you let me clap your cheeks in front of tom nook” “Upgrade your resident services first then we’ll talk, musty ❤️″

Kuroo

Denies, denies, denies that he plays the game he’s always like “nah, that’s for kids”

But literally everyone gets the notification that he’s playing all the time bc he doesn’t realize his online status is visible to everyone LMFAO

When you expose him, he just claims that Kenma forced him to try it out like ok Mr. 220+ hours 🙄

Horror themed island!!! He gets real creative with it - everything’s strategically placed and he’s got all sorts of rare and hacked items to work with, courtesy of Kenma’s activities on the black market. He has a lot of references to Japanese folklore sprinkled throughout his island

Naturally, Lucky’s his favorite villager; also has a soft spot for Kiki

NAH DON’T INVITE HIM TO YOUR ISLAND .. its so sad he’ll be looking around like “aww, it’s cute” JDSKHKDSHJ the humiliation

But he actually loves spending time on yours bc its such a change from his usual Eeerie one

Loves doing tarantula/scorpion islands - he’s got the patience n willpower to travel to a random island and turn it into a goldmine for scorpions

U guys will help each other out by tag teaming a gigas giant clam together and it turns into one big screaming match lmao

“It’s right by you!” “Ok, on the count of 3, I’ll lead it that way to corner it and you swoop in for the catch”

Yaku once commented on how his museum’s kinda empty and he let it get to him. He’s obsessed with digging up every fossil and catching every minuscule bug to make sure his collection’s complete like bro!!! It’s fine!!! Your island’s still better than mine!!!

Suna

Mf was able to snag the animal crossing edition of the switch before they all sold out

I feel like his island would be one of those cyberpunk tokyoesque ones. You: yeah my boyfriend’s a professional landscaper 🥰

The secret: he gets zooted when he’s terraforming at 3am

Really comes over to collect his diy from Celeste, laughs at your island, and dips

ALWAYS dripped out. U will NOT catch him slipping

Never has his net in his hand when he shakes trees bc he wants to be Daring

Blocked Atsumu for stealing his flowers when he wasn’t looking

The type to mass buy nook mile tickets on ebay and go on villager hunting sprees for his dreamies. You’ve often witnessed him on the brink of madness at 4am as he comes across Hippeux for the 11th time

Joins discord servers and participates in cataloging parties. He’s got the best items and color combos for everything. Also an avid user of nookazon

You: just a smidget of bells plth 🥺🥺🤲🏼🤲🏼

He pays off your debts for you 💅🏼

Makes you continuously press A to collect shooting stars for him when he goes to the bathroom.

You: I’m tired I don’t wanna do this anymore

Him: That’s nice ❤️

He lets you take some star fragments in the morning tho for compensation

Hates talking to his villagers tbh bc its the same dialogue over and over again so he only interacts with them when he wants to give them fits

Gifts raymond the maid dress

He likes to lay on you and nuzzle into you as best he can when you’re both playing. You’ll both just lay there in a comfortable silence, doing your own thing n it’s honestly so therapeutic

Akaashi

He’s got a european town inspired theme going on - the color palette throughout his island is immaculate

It’s infuriating how perfect his island is when he isn’t even a time traveler. It took you months WITH time traveling to achieve an island that you’re somewhat satisfied with and he’s sitting there like yeah I hit 5 stars after three weeks❤️

You: ok jobless❤️

His museum’s fire; every time he collects a species for the first time, he immediately takes it to blathers. His fossil collection is also like 99% complete. The only thing that bothers him is how dry his art gallery is, so you always have to text him when redd’s on your island

Really vibes with Wolfgang

Managed to actually get all his rocks in a circle to make a rock garden??

You: HOW

Him: I don’t kiss and tell

Stargazing dates!!!! He always lets you know when there’s a meteor shower on his island and has the cutest lil stargazing area just for you two to hang out at

Usually plays the game muted so when he’s fishing he actually watches for the bob??? instead of turning that shit up on full blast and listening for the blubblub???

He’s shameless abt how much he wants Raymond and has spent a ridiculous amount of tickets looking for him. “He’s a cat with glasses and different colored eyes!!!!!”

When you got Raymond to move in to your island, he kept trying to convince you to gift him to him. This sweet talking mf kept trying to shower you with kisses and cuddles to get you to say yes.

“I’m not putting him in boxes.” “Go off 🧚‍♂️😍🤩 that cliff over there 🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️💕”

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masterlist ｡･:*:･ﾟrules

#miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu

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shingia · 3 years

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thank you sm!

lol it's ok. I request akaashi, oikawa, and bokuto

okk that’s what i thought but i just wanted to make sure. here’s for you love, hopefully it’ll bring you a bit of comfort <33 (it took me longer than expected but some family stuff came up :// sorry!)

i didn’t really know how to name this but basically : emergency request for their s/o having low blood pressure during their periods

-> bokuto, akaashi, oikawa

— BOKUTO

• sure, bokuto might not know much about periods in a scientific way, but he has two older sisters. so he obviously knows the basics

• he might get a bit frustrated because you’re already feeling too hot to be held in a tight hug (i mean, he knows that’s what he’s best at)

• but that just means he has to find alternatives to let you know he’s here for you - and this man is resourceful

• playing with your hair, holding your hand, letting you hold on tight to his fingers, anything to keep a contact between you two

• he might also give you something like a stuffed animal to hold against you - that way you’re still hugging something, except without the body heat

• obviously he also knows the importance of words of affirmation in moments like these. and he’s not afraid to be repetitive, if you need to hear that « you’re gonna be ok » a hundred times, he’ll say it a hundred times (and maybe more)

• if you’re feeling too weak to get up from the floor, he’ll most definitely offer to carry you to bed. but if the pain really is too sharp, he’ll go grab a few blankets/pillows and even some of his hoodies to make the floor it more comfortable for you

• and of course he stays by your side from a to z, he doesn’t mind giving you all the pillows and sitting on the hard floor

• he also keeps an eye on you every second of every minute - nothing can distract him from you because he wants to be able to catch you in case you faint

• and he always does, even if you’re just feeling lightheaded, his hands immediately find their way to your shoulders to keep you from hurting yourself

• « see ? you’ll be ok as long as i’m here »

• you might also catch him talking to your body under his breath. usually small things like « come on, give it a rest now! » because this man is willing to try anything to make your pain go away

— AKAASHI

• he knows you’re not really disposed to talk, so the only thing he’ll ask of you is to give him little updates on how you’re feeling every twenty minutes or so

• even if it’s a simple « better » or « worse », he just wants to keep track of your condition

• for the rest, it’s like he has a sixth sense. need a cold towel on your forehead? he’s got it before you even ask. need to grab hold of something because you’re feeling lightheaded? his arm is already held out.

• he also knows that your hands tend to feel numb so he’ll try to rub circles on your palm, gently squeeze your fingers or even kiss the back of your hand to try to make you feel something

• akaashi will also make sure you stay hydrated because he knows your body is going through a lot. so even if it takes hours, he’ll insist on making you drink at least a glass of water

• he usually holds the glass for you because he doesn’t want you to make any unnecessary effort

• hearing « i’m proud of you » is very common with him, but it’s even more during moments like that

• you’ve already told him that you don’t feel like there’s anything to be proud of, but he’s proven you wrong countless times already - he really admires your strength and he wants you to know it

• once the pain has passed, he’s still not letting you do anything. he probably runs you a bath and gives you some of his clothes to get changed in, makes you eat vitamin-packed snacks...

• but most importantly, he enjoys the feeling of finally be able to hold you close again - but very very carefully

• if you fall asleep, it’s fine. he’s actually happy that you’re finally going to get some « real » rest. if you don’t, it��s also fine. he’ll probably ask if you want him to read you something, or to just keep cuddling until you’re feeling sleepy

— OIKAWA

• for oikawa, the most important thing is to make sure you’re breathing properly

• so he tells you to focus on his own breathing and to try to inhale and exhale with him

• he makes you promise to ask him if you need anything. and i mean anything. from a glass of water to a reassuring kiss on the temple, tell him and he’ll do it immediately

• if you feel like you’re about to faint, he’ll let you rest your head on his lap, fingers brushing your skin to give you something to focus on other than the pain

• he’s very good with words so he usually tries to talk to you about what you’ll do together once this is over

• because thinking about spending the rest of the day cuddling in bed with him is a good way to get your mind off of your current situation

• oikawa is very good at hiding his concern for you, but something about the way his face reacts to each and every one of your movements lets you know that he really does care

• if you need him to get you some painkillers (or anything else that isn’t in the room) you can be sure that he will sprint his way out and come back to you only a few seconds later - he really hates to leave you alone

• and when you feel like throwing up, he’s insanely quick to hold your hair back (if needed) and to fan you with his hands to make sure you won’t faint

• yet he’s still very careful when touching you, he probably won’t dare to rub your belly or your back before being explicitly allowed to

• but once you’re starting to feel better, he’s probably not taking his hands off of you for a long time. that’s how you understand how worried he was

• and the following night, he’ll look after for you so much that he probably won’t get much sleep. but he doesn’t mind, your health will always come first

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #oikawa tooru #bokuto comfort #akaashi comfort #oikawa comfort

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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What do you think kenma and akaashi from haikyuu!! would be like sharing a darling? They both seem quiet but dangerous

I went ahead and made this more of an Akaashi/Bokuto/Kuroo/Kenma piece, if only because I have so many feelings on those four and so few opportunities to write for them. It’s nice to see two Possessives desperately try to act like they couldn’t care less about their precious little Darling, too, even if they’re still trying their best.

Title: Kennel.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Imprisonment, Verbal Degradation, and Claustrophobia.

In your defense, you never thought they’d actually use the kennel.

It’d been a looming threat since you first moved in. A large, barred cage with chipped paint and clean, white padding over the bottom bars, separating whatever poor creature forced inside of it from a back-ache any more painful than it had to be. It’d been tucked in the corner of your bedroom, and when prompted, Kozume only shrugged and informed you that they’d had an unruly mutt before you came around, whereas Akaashi tilted his head to the side and asked if you really wanted to know. He was right, of course, you hadn’t. You’d stopped pushing the topic, after that, resolving to lay a blanket over the top of the beat-up contraption and try your best to forget about it.

Looking back on it, you probably should’ve persisted. You should’ve made them throw it away back when your relationship was still mutually beneficial, or gotten rid of it yourself and dealt with the consequences as they arose. The punishment wouldn’t have been any better, but it would’ve been less cramped, less restrictive, and you were sure it wouldn’t last so long. Tight knots of something sharp and heavy were already tying themselves in your shoulder blades, your thighs, anywhere and everywhere they found space to settle. With your legs folded underneath you, your arms bent at odd angles and your head twisted just enough to test the flexibility of your neck, there wasn’t much you could do to move or relieve your claustrophobia, there wasn’t much you could do at all. The deadbolt on the kennel’s latch prevented you from letting yourself out, but you could think of a dozen better ways to hold yourself, a dozen more embarrassing positions that would’ve been so, so less painful. Still, two pairs of eyes held you in place with more suffocating weight than a kennel could ever hope to achieve.

Kozume’s gaze was curious. He hadn’t been the one to suggest this form of discipline, and yet, he looked at you with all the prying, inquisitive awe of a child seeing some strange, wondrous animal for the first time. Unlike Akaashi, who was currently pacing through the living room, fussing about how long your punishment would last and what you’d need when you came out, Kozume was content to sit at the side of your cage and stick his fingers through the thin, rectangular openings, probing at your cheek and attempting to goat you into biting at his hand or nuzzling against him, trying to force you into giving-in to his sterile affection or give him an excuse to make things much, much worse. Neutrality was the smartest option, albeit not your favored one.

Unfortunately, drawing blood was what got you into this situation. You weren’t eager to try something so short-sighted again.

“Here, kitty,” He mumbled, softly, his tone almost light enough to make the request seem like a joke. A quick glance to his expression proved you wrong, though, his face all straightened lines and unwavering concentration. His seriousness was only furthered confirmed by the small huff he let out when you failed to comply, unsurprised but no less disappointed. As if he was the one who’d been shoved in a kennel and cooed over like a prized pet. “Akaashi,” He called, the name nearly stretching into a whine. “They’re not playing along. Can we try something else?”

“It’s been less than an hour,” Akaashi replied, coming to a stop in front of your crate. Only his feet were visible, at first, but he didn’t take long to kneel, one hand pushing his glasses back into place while the other held a bundle of tissues to his cheek, covering the three open, bleeding scratch-marks stretching from his cheekbone to his jaw. If you checked, you’d probably see that there was still blood under your finger-nails, that there were still bruises on your wrists and forearms from how roughly he saw fit to restrain you, but you kept yourself from checking. He was less open about his satisfaction than Kozume, but that didn’t mean his joy was nonexistent. It only meant he was better at concealing it. “It’s not supposed to be fun, for you or (Y/n). We can’t let them off the hook because you’ve lost interest.”

“I’m not saying we stop, I’m saying we try something different.” It was a grim clarification, but Akaashi wasn’t caught off-guard, pursing his lips and raising an eyebrow, letting Kozume sigh and look away on his own. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t enjoy it. We’ll use a collar, keep the theme and everything. You can’t tell me that won’t be fun.”

“That’s not what I said.” You shied back, opting to take shelter in the farthest corner from either man. Akaashi didn’t sound angry, but it might’ve been better if he did, it might’ve made sense. Instead, you were left to gather what you could from his thin scowl, his narrowed gaze, his aggressive passivity to Kozume’s suggestions. He hardly spared you a glance before continuing, his tone never changing. It almost seemed worse than his companion’s inquisitive boredom. “Bokuto doesn’t like it when we leave marks, and he’ll be back by tomorrow. Kuroo will be mad, too, if we do anything before he comes back.”

Kozume didn’t respond to that, only dragging his knees up to his chest and glaring, a gesture Akaashi readily returned. It was how the two argued, once they decided they wouldn’t be able to come to a compromise. A wordless dispute, unlike the violent fits their counterparts were capable of, and more often than not, it only took a second or two to come to an end. This time, Akaashi seemed to be the victor, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as Kozume turned away, swatting at the side of your crate in displaced frustration. “You know we have to do something,” He went on, choosing to gloss over his defeat. “Shoving someone into time out isn’t going to teach them a lesson. You’re the one that got hurt, you should be mad.”

It might’ve been the way Kozume’s voice threatened to rise, the thoughtful glance Akaashi threw in your direction, the fact that you were in a cage and neither of them seemed to think it was ‘that bad’ - something. Panic flared in your chest, and suddenly, your fingers were clenched around the sleek, black bars, your mouth opening before you could think of that to say. “No,” You spat, hastily. “Please, this is bad enough, I’m not going to try anything--”

“Quiet, kitty.”

Your voice faltered, not because of the words themselves, but because they’d come from Akaashi’s tongue. Any traces of his contentment were gone in an instant, replaced with something displeased, something malicious. You moved to apologize, but Kozume was faster, following Akaashi’s lead. “We didn’t tell you to speak,” He snapped, the venom in his voice making up for whatever Akaashi lacked. “What’s your problem? Are you violent and disobedient? Or, are you too stupid to follow our commands-”

“No one asked for your opinion either, Kenma,” Akaashi added, silencing both you and his companion. Kozume crossed his arms, but he didn’t argue, allowing Akaashi to shake his head and sigh to his heart’s contentment, his refocused gaze soon centering on you, once he was done with his show of displeasure. “I don’t want to be angry, but it’s clear we haven’t been training (Y/n) as attentively as we should be. A crate isn’t going to make them any more respectful.” He paused, briefly, his scowl softening before disappearing completely. You couldn’t bring yourself to be thankful for the change, though.

Not when you were so abruptly aware of how much you loathed his smile.

“We might need to show our lovely, lovely pet what happens when it decides it doesn’t need our rules.”

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pan-fangirl-345 · 4 years

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Sugarwhiskers

Summary: You’re one of the only green witch’s in town and you do well without a familiar, but when you bring in a large black cat that’s been following you around, that might change.

TW: Just some mild swearing, and a little bit of suggestive content (because parents), but as always, if I missed something please let me know!

A/N: I have a small obsession with witch AU’s and it’s very loosely based off of this post and a few ideas I had running around my own head.

The black cat that followed you everywhere was really getting on your nerves.

It wasn’t causing any problems exactly, but it was getting creepy.

It was outside your door when you left to go to the shop, it walked you to and from the shop, to school even. It followed you around town. It never caused you any trouble, but there was something about it that made you uncomfortable.

There was some light in it’s eyes that seemed almost human. And it reminded you of someone, though you couldn’t place who when you looked directly at it.

“Hey there,” you murmured, crouching down in front of it as it appeared out of a shadow. “I’m (Y/F/N).”

It cocked it’s head to the side and padded a little closer to you, watching you. It was bigger than the average house cat. Small enough that you could still pick it up if you tried, but not small enough that you could carry it around for a while without your arms tiring.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” you told it, beckoning it closer. “Come here. Aren’t you cold?”

It crept a little closer and you smiled at it.

When you slowly reached your hand out to let it sniff you, you were pleased when he brushed against your hand.

“Hey there you,” you cooed, stroking it lightly. “Is it alright if I pick you up?”

It seemed to pause and tense but a few more strokes had it practically melted into your hands.

You plucked him- you had decided it was a him- up easily, settling him into your arms, still petting him softly. He was lighter than you had thought he would be.

“Come on in with me,” you murmured.

It was Sunday, you didn’t have anything else better to be doing and you had started to like the cat, despite the uncanny glint in it’s eyes.

He purred as he relaxed in your arms, the small vibrations running up your arms.

“Are you lost? Is there someone looking for you?” you inquired, taking a seat at the dining room table, settling the cat in your lap softly. It’s fur was odd, tufting out and flopping over one eye like a bad middle school haircut.

The lack of an answer surprised you. Animals, as a green witch, had always been a specialty of yours, so not being able to understand this cat made you pause. You couldn’t feel it’s feelings like you could with other animals. You were an empath when it came to them, so having an animal that you couldn’t understand was a new one on you.

“Do you have a witch looking for you?” you asked.

It must’ve been a familiar if you couldn’t understand it the way you did the other animals around town.

He picked it’s head up and gave a small shake of it’s head.

Your heart broke for it. A familiar without a witch was almost worse than a witch without a familiar.

Familiar derived a sense of purpose from pleasing their witches, from helping them with the little things and the big things, from seeing their combined magic.

You hadn’t met your familiar yet, but you were sixteen, there was still plenty of time for them to show up.

“Well, you can stay here for as long as you want,” you told him. “I don’t have any other familiars or animals wandering around, so territory won’t be an issue, and you seem to be able to fend for yourself pretty well. I will leave out some things though, if you plan on sticking around.

“I do have some familiar friends though, they stop by from time to time, either on errands from their witches, or other tonics and such that I make for them. Don’t become too territorial if they stop by alright?”

The cat was staring at you, but it’s tail was flashing around and so you figured that was a good sign.

“I was about to make breakfast, do you want some?” you inquired, stroking it’s head lightly.

You headed for the kitchen, and the cat followed you, rubbing up against your legs as you opened the fridge.

“Alright, come on up here,” you muttered, picking him up and setting him on your shoulder, letting him curl around and settle on them.

His tail curled around towards your collarbone and you stroked under the cat’s chin, smiling when he purred.

“You’re going to be clingy, aren’t you?” you asked when you dug the eggs out of the fridge.

He headbutted you lightly and you chuckled, searching for the little glass bowl that you liked to use.

You cracked a couple of eggs and scrambled them, digging a pan out of the cupboards, turning the oven on as you poured the eggs in the pan.

“I really should be careful about this,” you muttered. “You could be a psycho waiting to murder me while I sleep.”

You were headbutted a little more forcefully this time, and you were given a slightly incredulous look and you shrugged a little.

“What? This is something that I have to worry about,” you defended, rummaging through a drawer to find a spatula.

The cat made a small noise, licking your cheek.

“Ew, no, no licking my face,” you told him, tapping his nose lightly.

You hummed a small tune as you cooked, stroking the cat absentmindedly as you worked.

When everything was done you grabbed a paper plate and set a piece of toast and half of the eggs on it, setting on on your work table so he could eat, bending slightly so he could hop off your shoulders.

You sat down beside him and ate as you worked, grinding herbs and calling small plants towards you, using your magic to lessen the amount under your skin.

You weren’t insanely powerful, but your magic was versatile, you could use it in other ways. Most witches had one specific ability and they trained with it that way.

Yours wasn’t like that. Convincing plants to grow, moving earth, communicating with animals, you could do it all.

A knock at your door made you snap back to reality.

When you opened the door you saw Akaashi standing there.

“Hey Akaashi,” you said, moving to let him in. “No Bokuto?”

“No, he was in the gym working on his line shots,” Akaashi replied.

“Sometimes I think you’re the familiar, not the witch,” you teased. “How are your headaches?”

“They come and go as Bokuto does,” Akaashi muttered, before he chuckled. “No, they’re getting better. Your tonics help when they get too bad though.”

“Well, I’m glad, that means that they’re doing their job. Ignore the cat, he’s new,” you said, shooing him off your work table so you could grab the bottles he had been laying half on top of.

“He looks like someone I know,” Akaashi muttered, holding his hand out.

The cat brushed up against his hand with a happy purr.

“I think it’s the fur,” he muttered, squinting at the cat.

“I know, I thought so too,” you replied, letting let cat climb onto your shoulder again where he settled.

“Is he your familiar?”

“I have no idea, I haven’t seen him in human form yet,” you replied, scratching under the cat’s chin. “I only took him in this morning.”

“Then why-?” Akaashi gestured to where the cat was lounging.

“He’s been following me around for a while. Walking me to school, walking with me around town. It’s been such a gentleman,” you said.

Akaashi was watching the cat, and then he glanced at you, some sort of recognition flashing through his eyes before it was gone.

“Thanks again, (Y/L/N), you’re a lifesaver,” he murmured.

“Of course,” you replied, handing him the vials. “I’ll see you in two weeks then?”

“Just like always,” he said, giving you a small smile before he headed back out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Three weeks later and the cat was still pretty much living at your house.

He disappeared for short periods of time, but he usually came back at night.

He had taken to sleeping on your pillow at night, sometimes on your stomach, but every once in a while you woke up and saw him curled up by your chest when you slept on your side.

You still hadn’t seen him in his human form, but you knew he kept clothes in your house, you had found black t-shirts and bad chemistry joke hoodies in odd places around the house.

They certainly weren’t yours, and you didn’t know anybody other than Bokuto with the build where they would fit.

Familiars had runes somewhere on their bodies, like a tattoo, and they helped witches find their familiars. Your runes were a band around your bicep, a black that faded into a ruby red, all of them shimmer like they were painted with glitter, and they were your favorite part of yourself.

You hadn’t seen the cat in it’s human form, so it’s runes were hidden from you. You weren’t sure why he hadn’t shifted in front of you yet. Maybe they were shy, or maybe they just didn’t want you to know who they were.

“Shit, shit, shit, I’m gonna be late!” you cried, gathering up your school supplies and shoving them into your bag haphazardly.

The cat meowed loudly and you looked over to see him pushing a book towards you.

“Thank you sugarwhiskers,” you murmured, giving him a quick kiss on the head before you were out the door, trying to tame your hair, the cat on your heels.

You had been coming up with increasingly ridiculous names for the cat, since you had no idea what it’s name actually was.

You knew the cat went to school with you at Nekoma, and while you found that ironic, you had respected the cat’s privacy and not tried to find out who it was.

That changed when Akaashi invited you to watch a practice match between Fukurodani and Nekoma.

You were waiting outside the school when the bus pulled up.

“Hey Akaashi,” you said, giving him a quick hug.

“Hello (Y/L/N),” he murmured.

“You missed our appointment,” you pouted, hands on your hips.

“I know, I’m sorry, I haven’t had the spare time lately.”

“It’s alright, I know you have more going on than I do, so I took the liberty of bringing these with me today.”

You handed him three months worth of headache tonics and added, “Don’t worry about the payment, by the way, I know that you’re good for it.”

“Thank you,” he replied.

“Of course,” you told him. “Anyway, I know you guys have been here before, but I figured I’d escort you there, just in case. Hey Akaashi, did you try that spell I gave you the last time you visited?”

“I did, it works really well. Where did you find it?”

“My grandmother was a mind witch,” you admitted. “She wrote down everything in a journal and I got some of them when she died. That’s not my magic,” you made a flower out of a rock that you levitated over to yourself, “so I figured they would be more suited to you.”

“Thank you a lot though, it made separating things a lot easier for me,” Akaashi admitted.

“I’m glad, I tried accessing some of her magic, but I’m not the best at ancestral magic.”

“It’s alright, you’re better an earth magic anyway. You are a green witch,” Akaashi reminded you.

“I know, but sometimes it would be nice to have different magics, you know? Anyway, hello to you too Bokuto,” you said, letting the captain crush you in a hug.

“Hi (Y/L/N),” he replied, smiling at you.

You made small talk with the captain as they walked into the gym.

“Alright, well, I hope you guys do well,” you said, heading for the viewing platforms.

“Bye (Y/L/N)!” Bokuto called, making you laugh.

You had never really known the Nekoma team. You weren’t all that intrigued by volleyball, and other than Akaashi, you had no connection to it.

You knew that they were a pretty good team, but other than that, you didn’t know any of the players personally.

A few of the players pointed you out, but they didn’t seem to be focused on you specifically.

“Hey, Kuroo!” Bokuto shouted.

“Shut up!” someone else yelled back and your attention was drawn to the captain of the team.

Something about his hair was familiar, and you knew you had seen him in the halls, but even your magic was reacting now that you had seen him.

It sparked in your hands and you frowned as a moon lily bloomed in your hand.

“I haven’t even said anything yet!” Bokuto whined, his hair deflating a little bit.

“Don’t worry about him Bokuto, he’s just upset because he got a 94 on his Chem test because he pissed the teacher off,” you called.

You and Kuroo had Chemistry together, even though you didn’t sit together you knew Chemistry was one of Kuroo’s best subjects.

He had been complaining about his grade loudly in the hallway after school before one of the teachers threatened to send him to the principle.

“How do you know?” Akaashi asked.

“He couldn’t have been louder if he’d tried,” you answered, smiling slyly at the captain.

“Please don’t encourage him, (Y/L/N), he’ll take it as a challenge,” Akaashi muttered.

“Has your headache come back Akaashi?” you teased.

“If you keep saying things like that it might,” he muttered and you laughed.

“I thought you were supposed to be the polite one Akaashi,” Kuroo said.

“She’s the exception to the rule,” Akaashi said, but the small smile he gave you told you that he was teasing you back.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “If you don’t get back to warming up Akaashi, you and Kuroo are both going to get some permanent, nice little flower crowns,” you threatened.

“Can I have one too, (Y/L/N)?” Bokuto asked and you chuckled.

“Maybe after the game, Bo,” you told him.

He cheered and you laughed. He was so easy to please.

Akaashi mouthed a small ‘thank you’ and you nodded.

Kuroo was watching you whenever he had the chance and you weren’t entirely sure why.

You still had that odd feeling that you knew him more than you thought, but you weren’t sure why.

Not until halfway through the game when Kuroo used his sleeve to wipe his face during a break.

Black runes faded into ruby red decorated both biceps, and you felt your magic flare for a moment before you shoved it down before it could manifest physically.

Kuroo’s attention turned to you and his eyes widened.

You raised an eyebrow and sent a small tendril of invisible, questioning, magic to him.

If he was your familiar he should’ve been able to feel it, since he would be more sensitive to your magic than the other familiars on the court.

You watched in shock as he nodded and you stared at him for a moment before you smiled at him.

The bond clicked into place and you relaxed a little bit when a small blanket of warmth surrounded you.

You had heard about when a bond clicked between witch and familiar, but you hadn’t thought it would be so . . . comforting.

“You finally figured it out?” he asked.

“Jackass,” you replied. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You pretty much live in my house now you know.”

“I was worried about how you would react.”

“We can talk about this later, your coach looks like he might yell at you.”

You laughed when someone waved their hand in front of Kuroo’s face and he jumped a little bit, clearly surprised.

You could feel his presence in your soul now, a little blip that hadn’t been there before.

The bond felt almost tangible between the two of you.

You understood why he was such a good receiver now. Some of his feline capabilities transferred into his human form.

You watched quietly from the second floor and yelled at Bokuto when he went into an emo mode.

“Who are you cheering for?” Kuroo asked when you cheered for Akaashi after he pulled off an amazing setter dump.

“My friend,” you told him. “I’ve known Akaashi a lot longer than I’ve known you, Kuroo.”

“And I want to know you better,” Kuroo said, smirking at you from where he was standing.

“I thought possessiveness was a canine trait,” you teased, and he chuckled a little bit.

“You’re distracting me,” he replied.

“Fine then,” you said, pulling back away from the tether between your minds.

When the game was over, you hadn’t paid attention to the score, you gave Bokuto his promised flower crown, and you headed straight for Kuroo.

“Jackass,” you muttered. “No wonder you followed me to school everyday.”

“Surprise?” he asked.

“Now, I don’t have a problem with you keeping your clothes in my house, but stop bringing the bad joke hoodies to my house. They’re comfortable, but they’re all really bad.”

“Hey, my taste is immaculate,” Kuroo replied.

“So you two finally figured it out?” Akaashi asked.

“No thanks to you,” you told him, crossing your arms. “You couldn’t have said something like, ‘Hey, (Y/L/N), I think that’s the Rooster Head from Nekoma that Bo never shuts up about. I think that’s your familiar’? What the hell Akaashi?”

“I knew you would figure it out. Eventually. And technically I did you a favor, I told you that you should watch us play.”

“That’s fair,” you admitted. “But seriously, it’s been almost two months.”

“If it makes you feel any better, he wouldn’t shut up about you,” Akaashi said.

“I feel ganged up on,” Kuroo muttered.

“Shut it, sugarwhiskers, you don’t get to play victim here,” you told him. “You could’ve shifted at any time and you chose to stay as a cat.”

“First of all,” Kuroo began, “your house is not big enough for the human versions of us. Secondly, you seemed to like the cat better. And most parents would freak out if they caught their child with a teenage boy that looks like me.”

“Wow, you have a high opinion of yourself, don’t you?” you asked, crossing your arms as everyone walked with Fukurodani boys out to their bus. “And the only reason I liked the cat better was because I didn’t know the human.”

“And now?”

“And now I think I like the cat better,” you teased, making him squawk indignantly. “I’m teasing.”

Kuroo smiled at you and you smiled back.

This was going to be fun.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You weren’t sure when you stopped sleeping next to a cat and you started sleeping next to a man, but you weren’t opposed to it.

“Mornin’,” Kuroo muttered when he wandered into the kitchen.

“Hey,” you murmured, kissing his cheek when he draped himself across your back. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” he told you, swaying you back and forth.

“Why do you always sleep with me?” you asked. “Wow that sounded bad. Let me rephrase that sentence. Why do you always sleep at my house? Aren’t your parents worried?”

“Nah, they know where I am, who I’m with. The only thing they said about it was, and I quote, ‘Just make sure to use protection, we don’t need a litter of grandbabies yet’, and I left it at that,” Kuroo said.

“Wow,” you muttered.

“Yeah,” Kuroo agreed.

You leaned back against him and sighed in contentment at the warmth he radiated.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing your cheek.

“I love you too,” you told him. “Sugarwhiskers.”

He laughed and you smiled lazily at him. Six months really made a difference when you had your familiar.

Kuroo had boosted your magic energy, the shop was doing better than ever, you were getting more sleep, more hugs, and you were happier than you had ever been.

“Don’t start Kitten,” Kuroo warned you, his arms tightening around your waist.

You smiled at him, a smirk you had learned from him and said, “Or what?”

You couldn’t wait for his reaction. You liked the cat, but you loved the man so much more than that.

#tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #tetsuro kuroo x reader #fluff #witch au #witch!reader #familiar!kuroo #what is this?

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about the roommate

park seonghwa x reader

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description. you talk about your weird relationship with the roommate you’ve been with for so long yet still dont know much about

genre. roommates au, fluff, seonghwa hinting at reader that they like them

warnings. nonee

a/n. hihii so i wanted to try writing for ateez since ive been doing a lot of nct ff already. its my first time so i doubt that it’ll be accurate but i got the idea from this post by @darling-akaashi so i hope it will be decent. i never thought that it would be this long but oh well HAHA enjoyy :D

how did you even become roommates with someone like him? you dont even know. all you knew was that you were finding someone to share the apartment rent with and it just so happens that your friend at college, wooyoung, has a friend who was looking for an apartment.

and now here you are. a year and a half of sharing an apartment with seonghwa yet the two of you are in your separate rooms. the only interaction you ever made today was at breakfast where seonghwa cooked for you scrambled eggs and toasted bread.

there’s wasn’t much you knew about him at first. but as you slowly but surely try to accomplish your mission of getting to know seonghwa (since you didn’t like being awkward with people all the time), you start to learn a thing or two about him.

you were glad that after a year and a half of staying with him, you got to know more about him, despite the fact that the interaction between the two of you still needed some work.

[ONE] : he’s a clean freak.

you were feeling tired from a long day of school and all you thought of doing while walking home was to sit on the couch and resume your anime marathon.

you unlock your door to find seonghwa mopping the floor. you nod your head slowly as you close the door and take off your shoes before taking any step further.

“didnt you mop the floor yesterday?” you ask, placing your keys on the kitchen counter along with your bag on the chair of the dining table.

“yeah.” was all you heard from seonghwa as you pour yourself a glass of grape juice. “you dont have to mop again-“

“its a habit.” seonghwa replies simply. with your cup in hand, you make your way to the living room, where seonghwa is currently mopping. you take a seat on the couch and grab the controller to turn on the tv. “hey wanna watch attack on titans with me?” seonghwa was mopping the floor in between the couch you’re sitting on and the coffee table and stops in front of you, raising an eyebrow.

“i dont watch anime?” you furrow your eyebrows and frown. “come on its fun! stop your cleaning and at least watch one episode.” you grab seonghwa’s arm and pull him down to sit next to you, making him flinch a little and quickly placing the mop beside the couch.

“how am i suppose to watch when i dont know what happened before?” you roll your eyes.

“if you find this episode good then you can watch it from the start in your free time.”

seonghwa sighs and and stands up, walking away to keep the mop before taking a seat beside you again and getting comfortable. “this better be worth it. im suppose to clean the toilet right now.”

“that can wait.” you nudge your arm into his chest, making him let out another long sigh before watching the show silently.

[ONE.2]

it was a saturday morning as you went to sleep at 4am. hence, making you wake up at 11am in the morning. however, you have always been laying around in your bed for about an hour or so before getting out of your room. when the clock striked 12, you thought that it would be a good idea to get out of your room and have lunch. gathering up all your energy, you brought yourself out of bed and lazily walk out of your room.

as you walked down the hallway, the first thing you saw was seonghwa cleaning the counter top of the kitchen. you clicked your tongue and walked over to where seonghwa was.

“did you make lunch yet?”

seonghwa looks up at you and shakes his head. “its a saturday so im spring cleaning the house.” you rolled your eyes and shake your head.

“you do that every single day!” you whine. seonghwa raises his eyebrow. “i like to keep the house neat unlike you.” you let out a soft ‘tsk’.

you have to admit, you were not a clean person at all. the only reason why the apartment is clean is because of seonghwa’s habit of being well organised and meticulous. basically everything in the apartment but your room is squeaky clean. although you see seonghwa staring at your room and looked like he’s holding back the strong urge to clean it for you, he doesn’t really do anything about the fact that you are the complete opposite of him. you dont know why but you only shrug it off.

“ill help you today, alright? then you can quickly cook something up for us. im hella hungry right now.”

seonghwa lifts his head up from the table and scoffs with a slight smile. you furrow your eyebrows and frown. “what’s that face for, huh?”

“this is the first time you offered to help. id say thank you but i know you’re only doing it because we both know im the only one that can cook.” seonghwa says confidently. you purse your lips and nodded your head.

“you’re right. but i’ll still help. so, what should i do?” seonghwa tosses the cloth that he was using to clean the kitchen counter. you took a step back as you quickly got a hold of it.

“wash it and wipe the bookshelf.” you let out a long sigh before flashing him a bright smile and headed over to the bookshelf. while you were wiping the sides of the bookshelf, you could have sworn that you saw seonghwa looking at you with a smile and a light blush of pink on his cheeks. you pretended not to notice though, and shrug it off.

[TWO] : he’s a great cook.

you still remember the first day you came to the apartment. the first thing you see your new roommate doing was cleaning. like intense cleaning. it was late at night and you didn’t bother to even greet the stranger since you felt awkward and wanted to rest for the night.

however, at about two in the morning, you were laying down in your room when you felt the need to have a night snack. you stepped out of your room and went to the kitchen. the whole apartment was dark except for the dimly lit lamp at the kitchen. you jumped a little when you hear seonghwa’s voice coming from the living room.

“y/n?” you turn around to see seonghwa chilling on the couch with his phone. the living room was completely dark and you could only see his face from the light illuminating from his phone.

“i was just getting a snack to eat.” you said as you opened the fridge to look for something to eat. unfortunately, there wasnt anything that looked like it would fill your midnight appetite. you hear seonghwa standing up from the couch at the back and walking towards you. you tilted your head to the back and see seonghwa standing behinf you. you tale a step back.

“i can cook something if you want.”

“no no its fine i just need a simple snack.” seonghwa kept quiet for a moment as you went back to the fridge to look for food again, as if something might magically pop up. but of course nothing did.

“well i didnt think of getting any snacks when i moved in. ill make something.” seonghwa walks over to the fridge and nudges your arm, making you move to the kitcen counter and leaning your hip against it as you watch seonghwa get to work.

you were looking through your phone, distracted when you heard the noise of two bowls being olaced on the table. you lift your head up and noticed that seonghwa made yoghurt with cherries and raspberries. it wasnt your idea of a midnight snack but at this point, anything could go in your stomach.

“thanks.” you whisper softly as you drag the bowl near to you. seonghwa only hums in response as the two of you take a bite at the same time. your mouth gapes open as your head slowly tilts up from your bowl to look at seonghwa. he was casually eating when his raises an eyebrow at your weird expression.

“how.. how does this taste so good? what did you do it? did you poison it?!” seonghwa blinks at you a few times and shakes his head slowly. your forehead creases as you look at him suspiciously. “i never really liked yoghurt but holy shit.” you quickly take another bite.

“i think you’re just hungry. it tastes fine to me.” seonghwa says in a monotoned lazy manner and grabs the bowl and taking a seat at the dining table. you purse your lips into a straight line and grab your bowl as well and walking down the hallway to your room. before you open your door to go in, you quickly turn your head to the dining table.

“thanks for the yoghurt! ill wash the bowl later.” seonghwa doesnt react, keeping his eyes on his phone. you gave a weird look before heading inside. you sigh.

he’s going to be hard to talk to.

[TWO.2]

“its your birthday, right?” your jumped in your seat when seonghwa suddenly appeared beside you on the couch. “uhuh.. how’d you know?” you say softly, nodding your head.

“wooyoung told me. lll make you a cake or something. anything you want to eat?” you blink at him a few times, your mouth still gaping open as you were shocked about a few things. 1. he talking to you in a more open matter and 2. he actually want to make you something for your birthday.

“make me mac and cheese, please! i love the way you cook it!” you smiled brightly. seonghwa smiled back and coughed, only to return to his monotoned face. you laugh softly. you found it cute somehow.

“i wouldn’t have allowed it since its unhealthy but since its your birthday-”

“thank you!” you leaned in to hug seonghwa. the didnt hug you back, so you quickly pulled away. you noticed him blushing again, this time it was more obvious. you shook it off, despite knowing you felt butterflies in your stomach. “ill go out to get groceries then.” seonghwa stands up from the couch and heads inside his room to get ready.

you smiled to yourself constantly as you waited for seonghwa to finish making the mac and cheese. you sigh in satisfaction as the smell of the delicious food fills the air in the apartment. you tapped your feet excitedly as you had your eyes glued onto seonghwa with the pan in his hands. your face lit up the moment the starts walking towards you. you clap your hands as he places it down on the dining table.

“fuck it smells and looks to good.” you moan out. seonghwa lets out a soft laugh, making you blush just from hearing him do that. “if i made this any other day, i would’ve asked you to pay for the groceries.” you roll your eyes.

“come on dont be rude to me.” you grab a fork and spoon, bringing your plate near the pan and cutting out a slice for yourself. “thanks for the mac and cheese.” seonghwa only nods his head and took a slice for himself before the two of you ate together slowly, indulging the savoury and amazing taste of one of seonghwa’s best dishes he has ever made dor you.

you appreciated times like thae with seonghwa. alrhough not much interaction was made during meal times, you really felt that he cared for you. making meals you like on special occasions, and he’s always asking you what you want to eat, despite the fact that he might not be comfortable with the idea, he doesn’t fail to whip up a great meal. you liked that about seonghwa.

[THREE] : he’s a great listener.

you basically the worse day that day. for some reason, everything just had to go wrong. the only thing you felt the whole day were anger and sadness, more so towards anger. it was late at night yet you were still fuming in anger, only wanting to let it all out the moment you stepped into the apartment.

you unlocked the door and dropped your bag beside you and slammed the door shut. of course the piercing sound of the door made seonghwa lift his head up in an instant. you notice him laying down on the couch with his phone and usual.

stomping over to the kitchen, you pour yourself a glass of cold water. you chugged the whole cup of water fast and forcefully place the cup on the counter. you clearly felt seonghwa’s eyes on you. you look up from your cup and notice him looking shocked, his mouth gaping open slightly.

“what?” you said, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

“you okay...?” you hear seonghwa ask. “does it look like im okay? today felt as if i entered a shit hole.” you huff. you made your way over to the couch, leaving your empty cup on the counter.

“move your ass.” you hiss at seonghwa. he raises an eyebrow and gets up from his laying position, proceeding to sit up and let you take a seat beside him.

you sit down and let your body sink into the couch, laying your head back as you sigh to calm yourself down. “what happened?” seonghwa whispers, putting away his phone and turning his attention to you.

you purse your lips into a thin line and slowly looked up at him. his eyes were filled with concern and his voice was gentle too. he hasn’t been this concerned about you before.

“apparently i got my best friend to dress up all cute and fancy so that she can have a date with my boyfriend behind my back.” you scoff in disbelief, shaking your head. you see seonghwa licking his lips nervously as he nodded his head.

“a shit show if you ask me. i saw him waiting for her in front of the shop i was working at.” you grab the pillow behind you and hug it close to your chest with you digging your face into it. “just how cruel can people get?” your voice was muffled but you knew seonghwa heard you loud and clear. you felt his hand resting on your back, patting it gently.

“its fine. rant all you want.” you took a deep breath and slammed the pillow onto your lap. you felt that it made seonghwa jump a little but he never fails to keep his composure in check. you could never be like him.

the night, all you did was talk, cried and screamed your heart out. and seonghwa was there to just listen to you. he didn’t react much, but he did nod a few times hear and there to let you know that he understood what you were saying. he wasnt so affectionate that he would hug you when you cried, but it felt good to just have him sit there with you while you let out all your anger and frustration. you figured that having him as your listener was his way of showing comfort for you.

[THREE.2]

it was 4am. you and seonghwa have been drinking since 2am. why? you had a bad day and you felt rhe need to destress with some alcohol. seonghwa wouldn’t have allowed you to get drunk but he was apparently having a bad day too and felt like he wanted to get a little drunk to forget everything that day.

“dont you know how fucking stupid that is? it only happens to me. why?!” you groan as you take down another shot. seonghwa fills up your cup again.

“just forget them. they’re being idiots.” seonghwa whispers. you gap your mouth open and roll your eyes. “how can i forgot something like that?!” you shout angrily, slamming your hand on the table. seonghwa laughs in a lazy manner.

“you’re cute when you’re mad.”

“excuse me?” you tilt your head to the side, wondering if you heard seonghwa’s words clearly.

“nothing.” you shrug it off and shake your head.

“by the way..” you started off. seonghwa lifts his head up from the table and lets out a ‘hm?’

“why arent you telling me why you’re drinking? you don’t normally do this. you dont even let me drink unless its a special occasion. i rarely see you drunk.”

seonghwa raises both his eyebrows and sigh. “i had a bad day. but yours sounds worse so ill let you do all the ranting.” seonghwa starts playing with his shot glass, circling his index finger around its rim.

you clicked your tongue. “but its always been about me. you cook me my favourite meals, you do all the cleaning and you’re always here for me when im pissed. i feel bad about it..” you quickly glance at seonghwa. its the blushing again. you started to accept the fact that you had an effect on him, instead of avoiding the fact that he might have feelings for you.

“i guess im always doing those things because...” he leans forward over the table, getting close to your face. you start to grow nervous and your heart started beating quickly. you held a fist to your chest, breathing slowly to calm you down, but it failed. its the first time you’ve seem seonghwa like this. he looked... hot?

“do you know the answer?” seonghwa asks, tilting his head to the side as you watch his eyes glaze over you whole face as if he’s admiring every inch of it.

“no?” your breathing stopped for a moment when seonghwa gets even closer. this time, your noses were touching. seonghwa chuckles lowly. why did that sound so good all of a sudden?

“i know that you know. i wonder why you’re shying away.” seonghwa’s lips immediately connected with yours. you blinked your eyes rapidly as you tried to process the situation. you couldn’t hold back. his lips felt great against yours. its like all the worries that have been piling up in you have been washed away from a simple kiss.

who knew you’d get this close to your mysterious roommate? its a drastic start to a good relationship nonetheless.

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