#koutaro angst

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ i'm sprung

˚ · . bokuto koutaro x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ virginity loss, both characters are 18 but in highschool, protected sex, marking, handjob, fingering

ah, fuck-, is all bokuto can think or say.

his mind is swirling with such emotions at the moment, hazy and unclear. he thinks back as to how he had won a big game earlier, and was so happy to see you so proud of him.

the two of you planned to go to your house afterwards, get some pizza to celebrate and watch the clips of his earlier game.

you gave him a sweet "victory" kiss on his cheek, making the boy blush happily. you gave him another victory kiss, although this time on his nose top. and then another, but this time on the corner of his lips.

"just give me my victory kiss already.." bokuto whined. you laughed at his anticipation. his hand came to rest on your nape as he realized that he was going to have to do it himself.

you gasped into the kiss. it wasn't just a sweet little kiss. no, it was much more than that. although slow at first, it quickly turned into something much more. he kissed you with such want and fevour, his hands keeping you from pulling away.

tongue dancing with tongue, salivating down each other's chins. your hands gripped at his shoulder, trying to ground yourself from the dizzying kiss.

a sweet victory kiss turned into much more.

now, your hand is wrapped around his girth, fucking his cock with the soft skin of your palm. his hips buckle and tremble into it, gasps occasionally leaving his mouth when you teasingly poke and prod at his sensitive tip.

his own hand lays underneath your black panties, his fingers exploring your sex. you pull away from your heated kiss, a string of saliva keeping the two of you attached. you can't help but bite your lip when his middle finger slips into your virgin hole, the new sensation burning painfully up your spine.

"ah," you cry, your free hand gripping onto his wrist. "sorry baby," he murmurs, kissing the apple of your cheek. he watches you with low eyes, only closing when your hand tightens around his length.

his middle finger experiments with you, slowly stretching you out. it's only when the pain seems to subside when he adds another into your virgin hole. bokuto grins at the sight of your back arching, soft moans leaving your pouty lips.

he's quick to speed up inside you, his fingers working to find that sweet spot he heard of when scrolling various forms online.

he knows he found it when your head lolls back, cute face scrunching up into a silent moan. "f-feel good baby?" he teases. although you can't really take him seriously when his voice cracks from the way he tries to resist cummimg all over your palm from just watching your face.

"feels good kou.." you cry. "good, t-thats fucking good." he grunts out. just a little more, he has to remind himself. he feels like his cock is about to explode from the way he's resisting the urge to cum. his lady always come first.

with the touch of his finger tip pressing against that sweet spot of yours so tightly it has a wave of pleasure coming over you, your pussy walls clamping tightly around his fingers. bokuto's head dips down with relief when he finally cums over your delicate hand, grunting loudly with pleasure.

"fuck.." he breathes out, looking closely at the fingers you came on, all covered with your cum. he doesn't hold back, he immediately begins to shamelessly drink up your juices despite your embarrassed disapprovals.

"don't be ashamed baby, you taste so good." he smiles, making strong eye contact with you. bokuto has to hold back a smirk when he watches your cheeks go red with his lewd comment. for now, he can only feel his cock twitch at your innocence.

he was about to pull away from you entirely to go look for tissues before your hand grabs at his shirt. he looks back at you with a confused expression, seeing how your flushed. "...are we not gonna do it?" you whisper. bokuto dumly blinks at you in response, his jaw agape slightly.

"y-you wanna do it?" he asks, his face inching closer to yours. "..are you sure?" he asks once more when you nod your head slowly. "well we've been dating for almost a year.. don't you think it's about time?" you point out, feeling more confident in the situation.

bokuto gulps nervously, but at the same time, he can't help but feel 2x more aroused than earlier. "are you sure?" he asks once again, he just has to make sure you're serious. "i'm sure dummy!" you giggle, smiling softly at his check-up.

"do.. we have condoms?" he thinks out loud. "yes, i bought some the other day. i knew you were gonna win the match so.. i just wanted to be prepared." you say nonchalantly, rolling over to the nightstand and pulling out an unopened box of condoms.

he could bust a nut at your preplanning right now. he grabs the condoms from you, but before he opens one he looks at you one more. his eyebrows are furrowed lightly, although he's hornier than ever before and wants to fuck his adorable little girlfriend so bad, your needs and wants still to come first.

seeing your intentness, he finally rips open the condom. his heart is pounding so fast, his trembling hands trying to fish the lubed condom out of the seal. once he finally gets it out, he strokes his cock unconsciouslly a few times before he rolls the condom on.

bokuto shuffles towards you, his hips pressing against your inner thighs. with a final look at you, he pushes the tip in everso slowly.

his head snaps back up to you, his heart breaking at your pained cries. his cock is big, he wishes it wouldn't hurt for you. he inches his cock in little by little, trying to shake off his own body trembling with every inch that slides into your tight walls.

he feels like he's being suffocated, being hugged so tightly from within he thinks he's gonna pass out. he only breathes out when he bottoms out fully, letting out a huge sigh of relief when he feels your pussy contracting and tightening around his full length.

bokuto reaches a hand down to your own, bringing it up to place a gentle kiss on the back of your palm. you bring your hand up to his nape, bringing him down to embrace him into a kiss.

with that, he slowly rocks his hips into yours, inhaling deeply into the passionate kiss he shares with you. bokuto pulls away with a low groan, his forehead resting against yours when he slides himself back into you.

he reaches a hand underneath your bra, fondling the soft flesh with shaky hands. bokuto rests his head in the crook of your neck, suckling and biting onto the delicate flesh, leaving marks that have his cock throbbing within you.

before the two of you can even comprehend, the both of you are humping against each other like dogs in heat. your hands scratch and pull at the skin of bokuto's broad back, feeling every bone and strong muscle underneath your finger tips. "fuck- you feel so good, y/n." he rasps out, pulling away from your embrace to plant his hand beside your head, looking down at you drunkingly.

he can't even think straight, he clenches his eyes closed with every pulse of your pussy does around his cock. his hips slam into yours, desperately chasing his release.

when he opens his eyes, he almost cums at the way you play with your own boobs with one hand, and your clit with another. "you're so-so sexy, s-shit, i'm gonna cum y/n-", he barely chokes out, his free hand comimg to grab and grope at your body.

"m-me too kou!" you moan out, your mouth agape with a loud moan as another orgasm washes over you, toes curling tightly as you enter cloud nine. "o-oh f-uck!" he manages to say before he's finally spilling his release inside the condom, his hips pathetically humping and grinding against yours like some dog.

bokuto is left loudly gasping and huffing for air, his orgasm leaving him trembling and weak. he barely as any strength left when he pulls his limp cock out of your sensitive walls, falling over to the side of you.

you hum contently, still out of breath nonetheless. he comes to rest his head against your neck, purring like a cat when your hands come to scratch his broad back.

how amazing.

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[feelingbluewrites]

I truly believe that Bokuto is one of the most passionate lovers in Haikyuu.

With his sun sign a Virgo, not only is he extremely loyal, but with his Venus sign in Scorpio he's literally ride or die. Venus in Scorpio crave intensity, he can be a bit dependent but there's nothing he wouldn't do for you, that is, except letting you go.

So I can only imagine when you two break up, he's always going to come crawling back. Trying to look for you in different girls. Similar hair color, hair style, height, mannerisms, but none of them are actually you.

It takes a couple days though. A couple days for him to dissociate that you two really are over, A couple days for him to learn this new life without you. He seems fine at first, seeming like his usual self. That is until he's up one night, tossing in turning. It's cold in his room, usually by this time you would be snuggling him, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, with small snores that is like white noise for him to sleep.

All of a sudden his walls break down and he's crying to himself, hugging himself to try and stop the pain that he feels in his heart. Never in his life has he felt so empty without you here. He thought he was fine, he swore that he was fine. But yet he can't help the tears that flow out of his eyes, gripping his chest trying to find a breath. It just hurts so bad, it hurts his heart physically that you aren't his anymore.

So he's up early in the morning, with little to no sleep. Going for an early jog even when it's practically freezing out. He thinks maybe he just needs to clear his mind, he just had a moment of weakness that's all. Everyone usually needs to cry here and there to get better.

Then he's suddenly changing up his path, making a b-line to your house. He can't control it, his feet won't stop and it's only a matter of minutes before he's in front of your house. At coincidental timing you're exiting your house, unaware that Bokuto had been standing there for a few seconds, unclear of what to do next.

And it isn't until you reach your mailbox that you noticed the silver haired owl standing tall in front of you.

"Kou-"

Before being able to finish your sentence, his arms already wrap around you, practically tugging you into his own body. And he can't help but kiss you, kiss you with so much emotion that you feel as though you might explode from how intense he's biting and licking your lips, almost as if this is your last kiss together.

You don't pull back, of course you can't pull back. Unlike Bokuto, you've been missing him almost every night that you'll cry with tear stained pillows, look through old photos of memories that make you throw your phone across the room. Of course, you always put on a mask, Convincing people, even him, that you are fine. When in reality, this break up is slowly breaking you, exactly like it's breaking him too.

He takes all of you in, your perfume that brought him so much comfort, and his hands have a mind of it's own as it wanders all over your body.

"I missed you." Choked cries in between kisses because this all he needed. All that he's ever wanted, The only thing that he cares about right now.

He loves you so much, too much that it makes his heart want to explode. And he's not letting you go again because the emptiness he feels when you aren't there, kills him.

You may not believe him when he says it but, he'd do anything for you.

He'd die for you.

[springsmile]

thinkin abt needy yan bokuto who takes ur virginity for the first time

bokuto who roughly possesses you— takes your jaw into his hand and (with a bruising vigor) presses his lips to yours. there’s a momentary dink of your teeth meeting, before his tongue is acquainting itself with yours. slick and warm, mapping the expanse of your mouth.

your protests muffled—your head is immobilized but trembling with the effort to shake your head, recoil.

“cmon baby, wanna make you feel good.” he’s pleading, the sound floating into your mouth and you’re choking on its sheer saccharinity.

“you want this, i know you do.” your inner thighs are pulsing at the cupping of his impressive torso. it’s a hamstring stretch in itself. even worse, his fingers maneuver around the dampened lace of your panties and tug them aside. they’re sticking to the side of your labia, and the sensation has you responding viscerally.

his next movement is unceremonious. his thick and coarse fingers plunge inside of you— the pads kissing the sides of your walls, and nicking that spot—your eyes bulge, mouth glistening and agape in a soundless cry.

“see? look how wet you are.”

if you had the capacity, you’d be gritting your teeth, but your only outright means of defiance was a breathy gasp, “b-bokuto, stop.”

he pulls back from the countless open-mouthed love bites he’d carefully worked into your neck (glowing red, incomplete circles, shining beautifully), and tilts his head.

“but i don’t want to.”

it doesn’t sound malicious. it doesn’t even look like it. but it’s petulantly dangerous. more so, he wants something, and what he wants is wrapped up in his hands. he has unparalleled strength to covet it, so it’s his. you’re not going anywhere.

he can’t even understand why you’re begging him to stop.

the tempo is incomprehensible, absolutely nonsensical. you hope his fingers cramp—the strokes keep evolving. shallow, quick, slow, deep and curled. bokuto presses his lips to your ear, so warm and wet, the same stimulus expressed by every inch of your skin. he’s panting, mewling like it’s you who’s torturing him.

“please, please let me eat you out, princess. god, please. i need it.” he’s near whimpering. it’s downright pathetic. “we’ll feel so good. i swear, i swear baby. please.”

you can’t even breathe.

his head is lowering to that precious, sensitive space between your thighs, lips closing around your nervous nub. your hands leap to his hair, fistfuls gathered in each, and you’re pulling. you can’t figure out if you’re pushing him away or keeping him in place. his tongue scales the side of your clit, and with hollowed cheeks, he suckles tightly. air-tight, and pulsating under the muscle.

callouses are petting your sides, his fingers twitching as they reach the valley of your breasts, before climbing to your nipples. he’s pinching tightly, rolling them between his forefingers and thumbs with a passion akin to the same extended to your cunt.

a strangled gasp scratches your throat, you’re vibrating at the stimulation, and as soon as he releases the bud with a reverberating pop!, something so balmy and intense rips open at the pit of your stomach. chest heaving, you ride the high with fabric-clad fists.

he’s still slurping, varying between tantalizing kitten-licking to full on fucking you on his tongue. every part of bokuto was fucking jacked and graced by boggling strength, the bruises left on your tits and your thighs weren’t as jarring as the force behind each thrust of his tongue.

his head retreats unexpectedly, and you’re fervently grappling at this moment of reprieve— but before you can suck in much needed mouthfuls of air, he’s pressing his sticky tip to your hole. precum and your slick smears and trickles onto the sheets, yielding a sickening solution of lust. its warmth intermingles with that of your sweat, frigid with dread, leaving your skin crawling and begging to be satiated more than before.

you jerk, fear tightening your joints as your eyes snap open, “n-no, wait!”

your hips creak under his grip, and when your gaze languidly meets his, you’re resigned, blinking back tears of desperation. he’s not humping your leg all needy and pleading anymore. he’s not entertaining your begs or pleas of yield. he’s not begging or pleading with you anymore, either. he’s gonna take you. but don’t worry!! he’ll make you feel real good <3

[dolliestfairy]

Μ𝘺 Lі𝗍𝗍ᥣᥱ Aᥒցᥱᥣіᥴ 𝖥ᥲіr𝘺 ༊ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ ✧ 𝅄࣪ ׅ

Bokuto Koutaro Headcanons with chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy that loves to wear Coquette/Dollette clothes Aesthetic.

Photos credit @fairydxlll on pinterest ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭

༊ Notes : As someone who is chubby and love coquette/dollette aesthetic, i'm making this headcanons for those who are just like me and also if you like bokuto koutaro then maybe its a plus-plus also 🥧୧₊˚

༊ Warnings : Roasting, A little Violence (not towards reader) A little Spicy, but overall 99% fluff so enjoy! also reader skin color is not Announced.

Enjoy My Fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️ 𝅄࣪ ׅ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

Gifs Are Not Mine ♡

• This man love how the clothes you brought compliment your body and your skin.

• no seriously though, he can just spend his time watching you getting dressed wnd stuff.

• but nothing can compare to him watching you compliment your own self in the mirror. he love watching your confident.

• he also love getting you things that matched your Aesthetic.

• he love how bright you are, how sweet the colors of it looks on you, he loves how the fabrics compliment your skin and your appereance

• even you without any of it is still beautiful tho 😏

• he also love seeing you pose with untouch feet with your fairy wings, he thinks its cute.

• everytime when its halloween, he's going to buy you like the prettiest, the cutest, and the most beautiful fairy coquette dress vibes for you.

• he had no shame to show others that you're his girlfriend, that you're a perfect person for him.

• he's going to full on twitter-roast if someone commenting something bad about you. and yes, he did not feel remorse. "But They Deserve it Hun!!".

• if you felt insecure because of somebody, Dont be surprised that tomorrow or 2 days later they'll come to you and they'll be at their knees begging for forgiveness.

• and if you felt insecure because your ownself, he will try his best to comfort you, you want more lovely sweet pink clothes? you want foods? do you want compliment? fluffy sex? cuddle? new accesories? you want new lovely bedroom? no problem. lets go find some tiptoe <3.

• his hand always at your waist, guarding you.

• he also tried his best to keep the secret that you're a fairy.

• the only person that know this far was only him and akaashi.

• he may sometimes act a bit possesive and overprotective but he just want his cute chubby fairy girlfriend to be safe <33

• he's a good boyfriend, although not as good as in the bed, but he is always trying his best to comfort you anytime you need him, he loves you loves you love love lovess you so much.

[mellowmin]

Some Tsukki Angst? I guess? It's kinda bad lol

Thinking about Tsukishima who desperately wants to be more than friends.

Tsukishima who starts getting hope after a few years of friendship and comes this 🤏 close to confessing

But he doesn't, because he comes to the nauseating realization that he's simply not your type. And he can't even be mad about it.

You're so embedded into his heart that he can't tell you that you're delusional for wanting a guy that will praise you and shower you with love and affection, all for the world to see; because he knows deep down that you deserve that. You deserve the sweet and affectionate guy that you want, but maybe he thinks that way because you mean the world to him.

Tsukishima can't force himself to shame you for wanting something just because he can't give it to you.

And he tries to be that for you, oh how he tries. But that's just not who he is.

He struggles with expressing his emotions, so he can't wear his heart on his sleeve. He expresses love through banter and sarcasm, his tongue gets tied at the taste of praise and sweet words turn sour when he says them.

Tsukishima just can't force himself to become your type, because it means rewiring his brain and his heart and how he feels love (he knows you wouldn't want him to do that)

Tsukishima is not your type and it becomes all the more obvious when He comes into the picture.

He's all starry eyed, unabashedly showcasing his feelings for you like he's not ashamed, not afraid to seem desperate or to make a fool of himself.

He lays his heart out for you, takes every chance he can get to be close to you. His honesty and the genuine love he harbors for you is evident. He's everything Kei tried to force himself to be, effortlessly. The blonde hates how clearly you're falling for him.

Tsukishima hates that he can't resent him for being everything you want, everything you deserve.

He hates that he knows you love him, deep in your heart, but not in the way he so desires.

And he hates that he has no right to feel the way he does. That there's nothing anyone can do about it.

He's just not your type

Him: Bokuto Kotarou, Goshiki Tsutomu, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Haiba Lev, Yamamoto Taketora,

Bleeeeeh this sucks lmao

I hate this one but eh

[mrs-kodzuken]

Teen Pregnancy ♡

Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

Genre: angst to fluff

CW: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, teen pregnancy (please don’t get pregnant at a young age if you can try!), angst to fluff, reader thinks it’s sickness, injured!bokuto, obviously implied sex since reader is pregnant

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I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaky hand as I just got finished puking into the toilet. This happened for the third time this week, but I hadn't gone to the doctor because of Bokuto.

He had, unfortunately, sprained his ankle while trying out a new skill during volleyball practice. The doctor said that he wasn't supposed to play for a week and to lay off it for it to heal.

As usual, that really made Kōtarō go into emo mode. Akaashi had managed to pull him out, but his bad mood hadn't gone away all week.

Me being his girlfriend, I took up the duty to help him around, even if I wasn't feeling well myself; I care about his well-being more than mine anyway.

After I brushed my teeth, I noticed a pale-ish look to my skin tone. Maybe I should make an appointment with the doctor's, I thought after grabbing my school bag.

Dark gray clouds swirled in the sky as the cold air nipped at my skin, releasing a shiver from my body.

It was probably going to rain, or worse, snow.

Being in the month of December, that was quite likely to happen. I arrived at the front gates of school, and

Akaashi had taken it upon himself to help get Kō here in the mornings.

I quickly hurried to his classroom, which was class one. I saw him pouting in his chair with his crutch leaning on the side of his desk and his hair slightly down. I sighed and moved near him.

"Good morning baby, how're you feeling?" I asked, trying to shift my problems out of my head and focusing on his.

"I want to play volleyball." His pout is not going away. Kōtarō always had an endless hunger for the victory of volleyball. I mean, that is why he is one of the top five best athletes in Japan.

And a small sprang could really do some damage to the poor boy.

"I know you do, but just bear with us for the next couple of days, and then you'll be back to smashing those balls on the court." I tried cheering him up a bit before I had to leave.

I heard the warning bell signaling that class would be starting soon, so I leaned down to give Kō a peck on the forehead before I left.

"I'll see you later, Kōtarō."

But when I started walking, I felt my bladder almost exploded. I had used the bathroom when I first got up this morning before my puking session, so I wasn't sure how I already needed to pee.

I hurried to the nearest ladies bathroom and relieved myself. While I was washing my hands, the bell rang for class to start.

What made it even worse was that my class room was upstairs since I was in class 5. My shoulders slumped as I walked even slower up the stairs.

It was only morning, but traveling up a staircase had worn me out.

I entered my class with the rest of my classmates staring at me, and my best friend's eyebrow quirked up as if to question why I'm late.

"You finally come to class, miss." My teacher said irritatingly as I took my seat, which was in back, after I mumbled a small apology.

Soon, the teacher droned on about something that I wasn't too bothered by. I sat my head down on the desk and decided to take a little nap to pass the time.

I felt someone shake me a little bit as I pushed their hand away.

"Do you want to eat lunch or not?" was the voice belonging to my best friend as she awaited my answer, which was a bunch of words mumbled together.

"By the way, why were you late this morning? You're never late, like, ever." She questioned me as she sat in front of me with her bento box, deciding she was going to eat here with me in the class.

"I had used the bathroom after meeting with Kō and ended up late. I just don't feel good." I said, looking up at her, then at her food.

Suddenly, a thought struck at me, "And I forgot my lunch." I groaned and sat my head back down.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n). I really don't want to make everything worse, but our teacher assigned us a project that's worth ten percent of our grade, and it's due Friday."

Today was Wednesday, and I felt like crying at the thought of doing a school project. "Great, just great. great, great, great." I hit my head on my hands with every word I spoke.

"You don't sound great."

"I'm not great, (B/f/n)." I put my head in my hands and sucked it up, trying to focus on anything else besides the hunger in my stomach and the nausea that came with it.

"I'll be fine; lunch is almost over anyway. Do me a favor and wake me when the bell rings for dismissal." She nodded and packed her bento box away as people started to fill the classroom.

I also forgot my hoodie, so I laid there on my cold desk, shivering just a bit.

As promised, (B/f/n) woke me when class was finished. I headed outside towards the gym, knowing Kō would want to stay and watch his teammates play, even if he couldn't.

The sky had actually become really dark as little flurries of snow fell down. This was bad weather, especially with Bokuto being in a crutch.

I sluggishly walked into the gym, knowing that it would take a lot of convincing for me to get home.

As usual, he was sitting on the bench watching his teammates play with a grumpy facial expression.

I sighed and sat down beside him, wanting nothing more than to be embraced by his arms.

I laid my head on his shoulder and carefully watched out the window as the snow continued to fall.

Only two hours had passed, and it was pitch black outside, not to mention it was freezing too.

I had been trying to convince Bokuto to go home due to his injured leg. I knew I had been pestering him, but in the end he would give in and let me help him walk home.

What I didn't expect was for my plan to backfire on me.

"Goddamn it, do you have to be so fucking annoying all the time?" He snapped his head towards me as I froze; I could tell everyone else in the gym did too.

My heart was stuck in my throat as I gave him a weak apology; I didn't bother grabbing my bag. Held my head down low as I hurried out of the gym as the temperature dropped, making my skin freeze.

I couldn't see due to it being pitch black, but I still kept on, my legs never stopping. The only thing warm were my salty tears, which never seemed to stop rushing down my face.

I wasn't sure where I was, so I tried to slow down my pace as I slipped on ice, and my head rammed into a wall. The pain almost immediately giving me raging headache as I pressed a hand onto it.

I slowly slid down the ice-cold brick wall, not having the energy to move anymore.

My day was so fucking shitty.

Slowly, my arms wrapped around my limp body to suffice as something to cover me from the snow that still continued to fall from the sky.

Before I knew it, my eyes closed due to the pain in my head and my arms were wrapped not only around my body but my stomach.

"Kō." was the last thing my voice could manage out before I slipped into unconsciousness on the ground.

Muffled voices in a room awoke me with the annoying sound of beating. I felt warmth surrounding me and bandages on my face as I opened my eyes.

I squinted at the bright lights that were on the ceiling. I slowly sat up and looked at everyone in the room around me.

It was a hospital room and the annoying sound was my heart.

My parents, Bokuto's mom, Bokuto, and Akaashi, were in the room with me. I looked down at my lap, not liking how all the attention was on me at once.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Bokuto open his mouth as if he were to say something but shut it when the doctor came into the room.

"Hi, mom, dad. If you don't mind, I'm just going to check up on your daughter," she said as she rounded my bed.

"Hello sweetie, how do you feel?" She gathered a flashlight and a clipboard, ready to write.

"My head hurts." The voice that came out was all scratchy and low. It seemed to make my mom lean more into my dad, as if to hide her tears. The doctor handed me a cup of water.

"Well, you did hit it pretty hard. Are you warm enough? I can add another heated blanket if you want; make yourself comfortable. We still need to check if the baby is okay." She reached for another blanket as I froze.

"Excuse me?" My voice came out slightly panicked.

What baby?

"Don't worry, we already told your parents, so you don't need to worry about that." She concluded with a comforting smile.

"No, no. What do you mean? I'm not pregnant." I said, I was confused; I'm pretty sure I wasn't pregnant. Or at least, I think.

My eyes immediately reached Bokuto's sorrowful ones.

"Oh my god." I covered my mouth with my left hand as my right one went to my stomach. I couldn't believe what was happening right now.

"Oh. Mom, dad, and other mom, how about we give these two a few minutes to talk?" She politely said, giving Kō and I some time to discuss this.

Silence fell over the now empty room; Bokuto was the first one to speak up.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry for acting like that. I just wanted to play volleyball so bad, but that doesn't excuse my actions. When the guys found you and you were shivering uncontrollably and bleeding, I didn't know what to do.

“On top of that, you were out there with.. our baby in you." After he had finished, tears fell from his somber, golden eyes.

I reached a hand to his face and wiped a tear away while he leaned into my hand.

"Kō, I forgive you. But a baby? We're still in school, and you have your volleyball career that you plan on pursuing, and I still don't know what I want to be." I nervously stated, my eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. We'll work through it together, okay? We'll be the greatest parents ever." He gave me the smile that I missed the most.

And that reassurance was all I needed to process that we could handle this together.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

[freakurodani]

when one thing goes wrong it all goes wrong

[i-think-i-have-too-many-fandoms]

Thinking of making this a real story…..

[box-of-roses]

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Testing, Testing◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Characters: Bokuto, Y/N

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Warnings: Profanity, Light Hurt/Comfort

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Synopsis: You’re best friend is also your Music Director and both of you are pining over the other. Who will confess first though?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Words: 2K

The lights dimmed as Y/N stood in the center of the stage guitar in their hands. “You got this Y/N!” A smile crept onto their lips hearing the ever so familiar voice of their best friend. “2…3…4…Kill…it…go.” They lifted their head and leaned into the mic as they started strumming.

“You’re all I need? That’s all you have to say to me! You’re all I want? What you wanted wasn’t enough! Kiss my boot, that's all you’re gonna get from me!” They stepped away from the mic a little bit and nodded towards their drummer, quieting down to let the other person be heard more.

“Get…it!” The metronome and helpful voice chided off in your ear. “Verse…2..3..4”

“Who’s sorry now? Cause it sure as hell ain’t me. I’m on stage having fans cheer for me. Where are you now? Cause it sure as hell ain’t with me. He’s all you’ll never be!” It’s a good thing their best friend hasn’t put together that the subject of the song is him. Because he is all that their ex could never be and so, so much more. He’s the one who gets to see you perform, he’s the one who holds you when you cry, he’s the one who wishes you goodnight. He’s the one who has your heart.

“On…fire!” There he is, the one who captured their heart. Maybe after a couple more runs of the song he’ll figure it out. For now though Y/N had a show to finish and they weren’t going to disappoint.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

After the show was finished Y/N was a little sweaty and very exhausted but still had more work to do. After all there was a fan meet and greet. “Hi! Good evening! Did you enjoy the show?” They asked as two girls walked up smiling widely at them.

“It was awesome!” She clapped her hands as her excitement grew. “We know you’ve never said it before but who’s the song about?” Y/N smiled and shook their head.

“I’m the only one who needs to worry about that. It’ll stay a secret till he figures out it’s him.” They put a finger up to their lip and made a shushing sound. “To let you in on a little secret though, he’s a little dense so maybe there’ll be a special edition coming out soon.” They winked and the girls were absolutely giddy about being in on a special release. The meet and greet was only two and a half hours though so the girls quickly took their picture and left.

Everyone was really nice throughout, which was expected but still. It was nice to know there weren’t any weirdos. Maybe they spoke too soon though as they saw a familiar head of hair on the last person in line. Bokuto Kotaro, their best friend, their crush, their weirdo. “Y/NNNN!!!!! You did so good!!!” He hugged them and they rolled their eyes hoping no one caught the blush or goofy smile that accompanied it.

“Ko, we’re both still technically at work. So come get your picture and then out.” As much as they enjoyed seeing him they didn’t want too many rumors to spiral again after the last incident. They had sat on their couch for months because someone saw them out and thought they were dating and Bokuto replied to say they were just friends.

“But Y/N!” He deflated a little bit and pouted.

“No, buts! I’ll see you when I get home. You know the drill.” He nodded and smiled again to get his picture before moving along so Y/N could get home faster. Home for this week was a nice hotel far enough away from the venue that people wouldn’t follow them easily but not far enough away that it was necessary to leave 3 hours earlier than normal.

Soon enough Y/N was back at the hotel and after a quick shower was ready to give Bokuto their full attention. “Finally! I was so bored Y/N!” He has started pouting again but they quickly put a stop to it by placing his head in their lap and running their fingers through his hair.

“You know how it is Meet ‘N Greet night Ko.”

“I still can’t believe you haven’t told me who your song’s about.” He huffs but can’t stand to be mad at them. How could he? It’s not their fault he was in love with them and the thought of them finding someone else to spend their time with or even worse already having found that person was distressing. He wants Y/N to be happy of course but the hurt that Y/N might not love him was enough for him to be upset every time he heard the song.

“Now I know that look, what’s wrong Ko?” They looked down, clear concern in their eyes. Bokuto’s saving grace was that they were still wearing the necklace he gave them. Nothing too flashy, just a simple heart.

“I just missed you.”

“You were literally talking to me the entire show.”

“Not the same thing. You weren’t able to reply.” Their reply was the song. The song where they basically professed their love to him. If only he got it. Maybe he did. Maybe he just didn’t want to hurt them by not reciprocating their feelings.

Bokuto sat up abruptly and turned to face Y/N. He cupped their face and leaned his forehead against theirs. “Now you're the one that’s sad. What’s wrong Y/N?” They leaned into the touch they craved so much and smiled.

“Nothing Ko, it’s getting late and we have a plane to catch in the morning. We finally get to go home, I love being on tour but I’ve missed my bed.” They laughed and stood up. “Now, let’s get you ready for bed mister.” They held out their hand and led him to the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet and closed his eyes already knowing what was coming. His favorite part of the night.

They calmly applied the face cream to his face. It was their favorite part of the night too. They got to enjoy the peace of his face in a quiet secluded place. A safe place. Here it was alright that they were in love with their best friend. Here it was alright if he didn’t love them back. Because here they could pretend. “I’m gonna pat your face to get the cream off now. Don’t fall asleep on me yet Ko, I’ve still got to put on some moisturizer.” He hummed, clearly falling asleep at the gentle hands patting his face. Bokuto frowned when the actions stopped and that made Y/N chuckle. “Come on sleepy, let’s get you to bed.” They turned over their hand and held it out, Bokuto’s face heated up and his brow furrowed.

“Sleep already? I thought we were gonna talk?” His head tilted to the side and a piece of hair fell in front of his eyes. Before he could move it though soft skin gently pushed it back up. Their smile was gentle, their eyes filled with love and face heating up.

“We can’t talk tonight silly. You’re too sleepy to even keep your eyes open.” They leaned down a bit, their face coming much closer to his.

“Obviously that’s gonna happen when you play with my hair.” He was pouting again as his eyes drooped. It wasn’t his fault their nails felt so good against his head.

“We can talk in the morning while I get ready.”

“We’re going to the airport.”

“And? People will see me and I’ll let you hold my hand if we can go to sleep now.” His face lit up at that. Getting to hold hands with the love of his life? Sign him up right now. One more concert in their home city and then he could have their undivided attention for a few months before inspiration stuck again. The smiles on their faces were growing as Y/N grabbed Bokuto’s hand, rough calluses touching warm skin. They pulled him back into the room, they laughed and fell back onto one of the beds as Bokuto followed them.

“You’re so silly.” They kissed his forehead and held his head to their chest returning to combing their fingers through his soft hair again.

“I don’t want to move back to my bed, I’m comfy right here.” Y/N rolled their eyes.

“Either way we’ll have to move to get under the covers. Might as well move now if you’re wanting to cuddle.” Seriously? Cuddling the love of their life? This wasn’t going to help either person’s predicament. The only thing that could would be if they actually talked to each other. One might say they’re always talking, another would point out that talking about random things and about how you felt about each other were two entirely different situations.

Spending the night in Bokuto’s arms sounded lovely. They’ve done it before, falling asleep during a movie and waking up in the morning to see the other curled up against them and arms wrapped around the other. Like a hug but much closer. Of course those mornings always sounded awkward but it was more comfortable than anything, the warmth of the sun slowly waking them up and hands held up to block the sun from the other’s face. Sleeping together never happened on purpose, it was always an accident of one of them falling asleep and the other following soon behind.

This meant a lot to both of them, in similar but different ways. So began the slow shuffling of getting under the covers and arms gently cradling the other person. Shapes being made on skin, soft breath hitting cheeks, and hearts sounding off rapidly. The more Y/N thought about it a public confession didn’t sound right. A confession didn’t make them sick when they thought of it in moments like this when the world is quiet and their breathing is in sync. Not now. Bokuto’s eyes were struggling to stay open even as Y/N kept his attention with their eyes looking around his face like they wanted to remember exactly how he looked in this minute. With that contentment his eyes finally slipped shut and they faded off into the calm.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

When the alarm went off both of them groaned as Y/N rolled over to try and snooze it. “I don’t wanna get up, I’m comfy right where I am.” They frowned and sighed. Nine more minutes couldn’t hurt.

“Don’t leave yet!”

“I’m not, I’m not. I hit snooze. We have nine more minutes.” They closed their eyes and rested their head against Bokuto’s chest again. He hoped that they couldn’t feel his heart hammering in his chest. He reached up and gently rested his hand on the back of their head. “Ko? Can we talk?”

“Serious sit up talk?”

“Serious, yes. Sit up, no. Because I don’t want to get up. Can we stay like this?”

“Of course.” His brow furrowed and he frowned a bit as he grew concerned. It can’t be too serious otherwise Y/N would have them sit up. “What do you need to talk about? I’m right here, always.”

“I think I’m in love with you.” They squeezed their eyes closed and held their breath. Bokuto’s breath was also caught in his throat as his face heated up.

“Think?”

“I’m in love with you Bokuto Kotaro.” Good news at least was he didn’t seem immediately disgusted. Bad news he still hadn’t really replied. “Will you say something?” They finally looked up at him, the love in his eyes evident.

“I love you too Y/N. I’ve been in love with you for a while honestly, probably since the day you saved me.”

“I didn’t save you.” They rolled their eyes before realizing what he said. “You love me? You really love me? Not just saying it because I did?” He moved his hands to cup their face and he looked at them seriously.

“L/N Y/N I have been in love with you for so long I don’t remember what it’s like not to love you. Loving you feels like breathing.”

The first time I’ve written for this boy so I hope you liked it. :) my requests are open currently and if you want another part of how their relationship is now that they confessed just ask :D !

Masterlist

[his-saiko]

If it’s not us in the end, I’ll stop myself from loving again. If it’s not us in the end, should I stop myself from loving you?

timeskip!characters [Bokuto, Ushijima, Oikawa, Tsukishima]

inspired by @quirrrky's post

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

“Kou, I don’t think I can do this anymore…” You confessed to him with your head hung low tears threatening to fall. You wiped your eyes but that didn’t stop them in the slightest.

You felt his huge arms envelop you. You heard him sniff and felt him trembling. His usual cheery self is not here for this moment. He tightened his hug and buried his face on your shoulder, drenching it with his own tears. “It-It’s okay…” he stammered as he said your name. “I… I understand.” He sincerely said.

You hugged Bokuto for the last time. “I’m sorry, Kou.” You cried.

“No, no.” Bokuto broke off from the hug and wiped your tears. “I should be saying that.” He chuckled through his tears. “Just take care of yourself, okay?”

You nodded. “I’ll still watch your games.”

He smiled. “Sure.” You both gave each other a hug one last time before parting ways.

You focused on yourself for a while. The first time you saw each other again is during a game with MSBY against the Adlers. You noticed how he matured, how he was different from the last time you saw each other.

Bokuto saw a glimpse of you after the game. He was about to call you to celebrate the win with you when he saw you with someone else. His shoulders dropped but he still couldn’t help but smile when he saw your smile, your laugh. It was something he always loved about you and it still is.

“Bokuto-san?” Hinata called out to his teammate. He peeked around only to see Bokuto crying while keeping a smile on his face.

“At least, they're happy now, right?” Bokuto asked. “ But I wish it was still me making them smile like that.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

You asked Ushijima to talk after their practice. You walked to a spot where you both can have privacy. “Toshi… I don’t think we’re gonna work out.”

Ushijima hummed. “Are you tired?”

You shook your head. “I’m just really unsure of everything.” You bit your lip. “I know this isn’t something you wanted to deal with. I also don’t want to hold you back.”

Ushijima was quiet as he reflected on your words. “I see…” He exhaled. “Is there something I could have done for you?”

You nervously chuckled and scratched your head. “To be honest, I kind of wish you spoke your mind more. I couldn’t really understand what you were thinking and I couldn’t help but feel insecure about it.”

Ushijima hummed. “I understand. It’s getting late. I should take you home.”

“Oh, okay.” The both of you walked beside each other in silence. You wished each other a good night before you went in your dorm. You dragged your feet to your bedroom and slowly took your place on your bed. The tears you thought you never gonna come made themselves known.

You wake up early out of habit and got ready for the day, you left your dorm and saw Ushijima by the entrance. You tilted your head at the curious sight, debating to yourself whether you should talk to him or not. “Toshi?”

Ushijima greeted you.

“Are you waiting for someone?” “Yes.” He nodded. “You.” “Did you… did need something?” “No. I came here to walk you to class.” “Oh, I see.”

Nothing much has changed between the two of you. He walks you to and from your dorms and calls you out if you forget something. Even giving you some of his food if you were still hungry after eating your lunch. The two of you stayed as good friends along with Tendou.

The three of you separated after high school and after years. Tendou called you to come to Paris in which you excitedly agreed to do so. You catch them doing a documentary. After that, you gave the two of them a hug. The three of you caught up with each other until your husband came to pick you up. You introduced your husband to them and said goodbye.

Ushijima watched you as you leave them. He could only sigh and hang his head low at the sight of you being happy with someone else and Tendou could only put his hand on Ushijima’s shoulder and comfort him.

OIKAWA TOORU

“Tooru, I really think we should break up.” You huffed your words laced with exhaustion. “What?! Why?!” He protested. “Tooru, I just can’t help but feel so lonely but I don’t want you to stop doing what you love.” “N-no. Babe, we can-we can work this out.” His voice cracked at the end of his sentence.

You smiled gently and shook your head. “Tooru, I don’t want to stop you from playing volleyball. I know how much this means to you. I just…” - you shrugged - “want to prioritize me too.”

“We don’t need to break up over this! Look, I’ll-I’ll make this work out. I can- I can change my schedule-”

You laughed and let the tears fall down your head. “C'mon, Tooru… We both know that we’re both stubborn. I’m just more so than you…” Your voice croaked. “And I’m tired of being alone even with you. I love you… but you love volleyball a bit more than me. And I can’t compete with that.” You picked up your bags and left without looking back even when Oikawa tried to stop you.

He proceeded with his day like nothing happened but when alone he would always find himself on your profile to check on you. He would stay up late just so he could see your face and your smile. He drowned himself in practising volleyball until he became numb.

He finally broke down on his bed one night when he saw you marrying someone else.

TSUKISHIMA KEI

He didn’t know what to do. He looked into your eyes and understood how serious you were about separating for good. You said goodbye and walked away. He can only watch you go farther and farther away from him.

He wanted to chase you. He does. But… he respects you more than anything in this world. He just couldn’t bring himself to contradict your decision.

He loves you more than anything.

This is normal, right? For things to end? But why does it have to be you?

His teammates would notice the small changes in him after you left him and couldn’t do anything but give him space. He is harder on himself thinking that he wasn’t able to do enough for you. He could only replay in his head the arguments you had to understand where it all went wrong but even if he finds out, you’re already gone. It’s already too late.

He knew about misunderstandings. He anticipated the arguments. But he still lost you. What was the point of all this then? He was ready to lose for you but he was never ready to lose you. You both know the two of you were inexperienced with relationships but was everything so useless all along? Was he so useless all this time?

What was he supposed to do? To come so far only to lose you. What next?

If it’s not you… then what? If it’s not you… then it’s no one.

a/n: it really hurts when you have to sit with the pain of losing someone who's not meant for you

© 2022 Alfi. Do not repost any of my work

[lemurzsquad]

Music to Owl Ears (Masterlist)

Pairing: Bokuto x musician fem!reader

Summary: The reader is an American who has suddenly moved to Japan, attending Fukurodani Academy for its music program.

Plays bassoon, baritone saxophone, and a little bit of piano (muah muah to all my fellow low reeds players out there <3)

Around 5'7" (probably)

Wears glasses (very near-sighted)

Lives with her older brother, moving to Japan with him and learning just enough Japanese to get by before arriving

cw (for full story): angst, comfort, fluff, slowest of slow burns that ever slowly burned, jealousy/self-contempt, overthinking

"Bold used when speaking English"

"Not bold when speaking Japanese"

Prologue

Ch 1: Jogging Laps

Ch 2: Lunch Break

Ch 3 (coming soon)

Thank you for reading!!

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ Running

˚ · . bokuto x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ bokuto is a huge baby + lover boy, takes place during the timeskip (like he's 22-24), just a bunch of fluff, kinda angsty wtf, non descriptive sexual details, mentions of a non-descriptive illness, mentions of pregnancy + birth, ermmm mentions of going to the bathroom 😭, this was kinda shit lmaoso

run, running all the time.

it's one of his favorite activities, enjoying the way the breeze feels against his bare skin.

he likes to run at various times a day, usually in the morning or at night to release some steam or to prepare himself for the day.

during these various long runs of his, he would think about various things.

bokuto was always one to fall in love easily.

he fell in love, quickly, and harshly with every single person he ever dated. his mind would always be plagued with thoughts of "this one could be the one," no matter how early in the relationship he might be with them.

he never learned his lesson about falling in love easily, always ending up heartbroken after being dumped for being "too clingy."

eventually, after his third relationship, be began to see himself as the issue, before just giving up on dating all together to focus more on himself and volleyball.

he thought that he'd maybe end up marrying a volleyball or something, destined to be alone for the rest of his life. that thought scared him intensely. like an actual owl, he longed for a lifelong partner, he couldn't see himself living alone as an old man in the future.

just the imagine of him sitting alone at an empty dinner table eating barbecue alone made him want to cry.

boy, did he feel so relieved to meet you during the end of his second year.

just like all of his previous girlfriends, he fell in love quickly, practically head over heels in love with you. but, for some reason, it just felt so.. different with you.

he couldn't quite to put his finger on it, all he knew was that you stuck out like a sore thumb, the atmosphere with you a stark contrast compared to his previous partners.

it was around the third month mark (the usual time his partners dumped him) was when he totally expected you to break up with him, and was actually mentally preparing for it. but, much to his surprise, the third month came and went, and his relationship with you grew and stayed.

while you didn't know why, but he was so overjoyed just at that, the next few months following he was 10x more clingy and happy, just so over the moon that you stayed with him. him, he's the one you chose, out of all the people. he would think that on repeat during his morning runs, just urging him to work harder to impress you, to make you proud.

he didn't even notice it, but eventually a year passed, he was too enamored with you to notice the time passing. he almost grew sad at that, only soothing when you allowed him to cuddle you. "i just want to stay with you forever," he would confess during his sad realizations, not ready for these precious times to fly by.

his burly arms would trap you against him, afraid of letting go. "don't worry, i'm not going anywhere, but i might if you don't let me breathe." you would tease, hand patting his forearm in hopes of him releasing his mighty grip around you. of course, why would you leave him? there's not a single bad flaw about him, not a particular reason for anyone to hate him.

but to bokuto, there just might be many.

fat tears run down his cheeks, nostrils leaking mucus onto the cold ground below him while he grovels at your feet. he's frantic, hysterical almost. he almost lost an important match, and yet he's apologizing to you for some reason.

he's so sorry that he's fallen, embarrassed at the way a silly mistake could've costed him his team, his school, and somehow you. he feels like he's failed his coach, team, school, just everyone. you look down at him bewildered, while he's shown you all of his many emotions, you've never seen him cry like this before, especially before you at your feet.

you're quick to get onto your knees, hands rubbing softly against his broad back. you smile softly at him, wondering where all of these silly thoughts came from. "you're so silly, kou. i'm not going anywhere, i promise," you whisper, placing a much needed kiss against the shell of his ear.

it's during moments like those, does he really just love you for simply existing. it's when you somehow hold his heavy body against your much smaller one, when you treat him so lovingly, is when he knows that you're the only one for him.

he wants the soft moments like those to last forever. he wants to feel the soft blooming feeling of your lips pressing against his skin, like the sun beaming it's warmth on him during a warm sunny day.

he hopes you don't let him fall out of love, though, he doesn't see himself falling out of love with you anytime soon.

he's running, running as fast as he can at the end of his morning run towards his home, towards the home he now shares with his beloved fiancé, you. just seeing his and your name on the house's name plate as his chest bubbling up with excitement.

he almost trips over his own feet while fumbling with the laces of his running shoes before he's impatiently running over to the master-bedroom, eyes gleaming at the sight of his own personal sleeping beauty. "good morning y/n-chan!" he practically yells, climbing onto the bed with haste, not wasting a second to kiss your still sleepy face.

there's dried drool on your chin, lips cracked and dry, hair untamed and messy, and yet he still considers you the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. he holds you close to him, still sweaty, but you don't fight it. he's warm, a nice perk of him being a physical large male athlete.

"hey, are you 'gunna join me on my run later?" he asks impatiently. he loves running with you, even though you have to have plenty of breaks, and considerably slow him down but he still loves your presence and enjoys one-sided races with you. "another one..? you were just on a run weren't ya?" you mumble out, face mushed against his broad chest.

"it's important to stay active, y/n-chan. please! you haven't gone with me for awhile!" he whines, one of his hands coming up to move your hair from your face, unintentionally revealing the leftover love bruises from the previous night on your neck. he thinks back to the night with amusement, remembering happily as he spent it at your whim, practically worshipping you like a goddess at the feel him deep within you.

you scoff teasingly at his dramatics, "i went with you on one like, a few days ago. sigh, gee, i guess i'll go today." he gleaming with that, placing excited kisses all over your face before kissing your chapped lip's happily. you can only grin into the kiss, eyebrow arching with surprise when the kiss is quickly deepened.

later that night, as he planned and begged, you join him on his run. you're much inexperienced compared to his years of running, but he doesn't seem to care, or even notice, as he's encouraging you and praising you when you somehow make it to his breaks.

he looks at you, sweaty and almost about to pass out, with a prideful smirk, thinking to himself how lucky he is to get such a talented women to choose him as your lover.

towards the end of the run, your legs are wobbly as you struggle to keep up with him. he notices, albeit not knowing it's because your mentally and physically struggling to keep up, so he takes your hand within his, fingers squeezing encouragingly around yours.

while the two of you are running, he turns back to look at you with that bright smile of his. "keep holding my hand, so we don't get separated!"

years pass, much against bokuto's will. however, he copes well with it when you soon fall pregnant with him for the first time. when you first told him, he was absolutely beaming, jumping around like a small child and boasting to everyone within ear shot about how he's going to be a father to your child.

however, that excitement soon fades when you come down with a sudden illness towards the end of your pregnancy. he doesn't remember what illness it exactly is, nor does he really want to search it up and look at it's possible grim details. all he knows that for the last few months of your pregnancy, was that he was a total wreck.

you were completely bed ridden, so sick you couldn't even walk on your own feet. he didn't mind accompanying you to the toilet, happily volunteering to carry you and sit on the bath's ledge while you peed just in case. hell, he'll wipe your ass if he has to, if it's for you.

while you slept, all he would do was sit at the bedside, waiting for the minute you woke up. he did nothing in particular then except pray, wishing for you to get better quickly.

he just wants you to be the one he needs, be the one he trusts most. you're his source of determination, happiness and just everything good in life. he doesn't want you to stop inspiring him, he wants you to encourage him and lead him on for the rest of his life.

when you gave birth, it was all but calm. it was entirely chaotic, it left him trembling and almost crying at the way you gave up multiple times due to the excruciating amount of pain you were in.

the day beforehand, he took a much needed run while you were sleeping. yet, during the entire time, what usually was a calming stress reliever for him, almost had him stopping not even halfway into it. he was purged with concerned thoughts, all of which were about your wellbeing. he constantly checked his phone to see if you had texted or called him, only continuing when he saw that you hadn't.

sometimes it's hard to keep on running. the two of you worked so hard to keep it going. he didn't know if he would be able to continue happily with life if something bad happened to you. when he returned to your bedside, still in deep sleep, he couldn't help but shed a tear. his hand cradled your own within his, praying silently, don't make me want to give up.

he really hoped the two of you would make it. eventually after a long 36 hour labor, did you finally give birth to your babygirl. she was somehow healthy and full-term, just everything he had hoped for.

following the birth, your own health had improved as well, and while it took awhile, you were eventually joining him on his morning runs as well.

he looked back at you while running, still taking your still fragile health in mind. his hand holding yours, encouraging you to continue, holding your hand so the two of you wouldn't get separated.

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𝐇𝐐 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄

characters: t. kuroo, b. koutaro, k. shinsuke

genre: fluff, semi-angst

word count: 295

content warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing

part ii. | part iii.

TETSUROU KUROO — friends with benefits. it'll probably start with a heated eye contact in the middle of a party that led to the both of you fucking each other at night and being a stranger by day. Kuroo's circle and lifestyle is very different from you yet, he found a way to crawl inside your heart. Kuroo will probably realize that he sees you as something else rather than a fuck buddy when you devoured a bucket of ice cream with him as he talks about the pressure of his volleyball career at 3am. For the first time in his life, he felt that someone is actually listening to him and that person is you.

BOKUTO KOUTARO — mutual pining. you have fun with each other. you tease each other. you crash to each other's house just to hang out for no reason. you say i love you to each other. then why the fuck either of you had make a first move to each other? you basically own each other mentally yet no one initiates to confront the building up romantic tension between the both of you. Bokuto is scared of asking you because he doesn't want to lose a friend so he just rides along while you think he's just screwing around since he's friendly to everybody. A little more push to bokuto and he'll probably spill his feelings for you accidentally when something triggers him to his limit.

KITA SHINSUKE — enemies to lovers. Kita's naturally-born academic talent is your insecurity. You've been trying so hard to steal the first spot from him because you're trying to prove something from your typical-asian household. However, the harder you try, the more you fail because Kita is always number one. This sparked a heated tension between the two of you. Kita will secretly become competitive at first because he wanted to tease you. But eventually, as the rivalry for the top academic spot goes on, Kita found himself checking up on you more not just academically but on more personal level.

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[scaranoiia]

SMOKED.

pairing: bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

genre: light angst

word count: 1,678

cw/tw: reader has anxiety + talks about getting medicine, swearing, cigarette smoking, established relationship, concerned kou, petnames are used

"I'll help you get through this, okay?" — sometimes the outlet you think is helping you, ends up making everything worse.

You took a drag from your lit cigarette while leaning over the balcony of your shared apartment. You had left the doors cracked open to inside because Koutarou was up watching his shows, as usual, so you weren't worried about him finding you here smoking. Especially since it was getting close to one in the morning. 

You took a couple more drags while admiring the nighttime, city view. It was beautiful, yet so hectic like something out of your nightmares. You brushed those anxious thoughts away with another puff of the toxins. You held the smoke in for a bit longer and finally released it once you felt your body start to calm down. 

"Baby?" you hear Koutarou say from behind you, his voice was soft and confusion was laced in his tone, "what are you doing?" 

Your body was frozen and you were sure he could tell. You let out a cough with your lips pursed and turn around while hiding the cigarette behind your back. 

You raise your eyebrows at him and hum while looking into his eyes, "what's up, Kou? I thought you were watching your show?" 

"I was, but you were taking a bit longer in the bathroom than usual so I wanted to make sure you were okay…" His eyes flicker to your hidden arms and then he looks back into your eyes, "why are you out here?" 

He was avoiding the real question he wanted to ask. You could tell. You knew he saw the smoke, he had to have seen it. He had spoken right after you had released it from your lungs. 

"I just wanted some fresh air. It gets a bit stuffy inside sometimes," you tell him. He nods and looks around the balcony, his eyes searching for more clues, and they finally land on a water bottle that's sitting on the small table. His eyebrows furrow and he points to it. 

"Don't you usually drink out of the paper cups we have?" He questions. 

"It's just a water bottle," you mumble before speaking up, "are you gonna ask me your real question or continue avoiding it?" You knew your half-gone cigarette had to have been complete ashes by now. It should've been put out in the water bottle already. He hesitates and then looks at your legs as you can feel some of the ashes fall off the cigarette. 

"What's behind your back?" He asks. You sigh and look to the side before moving toward him to grab the water bottle. He grabs your shoulders as he must think you’re trying to flee inside. 

"Can I grab the fucking water bottle, Koutarou?" You snap your head up to look at him while snatching the water bottle off the small table. 

“Don't swear at me like that," he whispers, his tone hurting as he looks into your eyes. You flick the cap off the water bottle and watch as it lands on the small table before you bring your other hand out from behind your back and drop the cigarette into the water. His eyes widen like saucers as he snatches the water bottle out of your hands. 

"A cigarette… You were smoking a cigarette?! Since when do you even-," 

You gulp as tears spring to your eyes. You never wanted him to find out like this. You didn't want him to find out at all honestly. You could see the growing confusion and frustration in his eyes as he continued spitting words at you. 

"-What is wrong with you?" 

And that's when you feel a tear slip. 

"What is wrong with me?" You ask him, your voice cracking as more tears begin slipping past your waterline. His expression changes to one of panic as he's quickly setting the water bottle down and holding your upper arms. 

"No, no baby, I didn't mean it like that, I promise," he says softly, his hands coming up to smooth his thumbs along your cheekbones. 

"I'm sorry, I-," you choke out. He nods and brushes a few hairs out of your face. 

"Why?" he asks gently. 

"I didn't- he just- he told me it would make my anxiety go away," you cry. 

"He? Who's he?" He questions. 

"My friend," you whimper. 

"The one you became friends with a month ago who also smokes?" He asks. You nod and nibble on your bottom lip. "And does it make your anxiety go away, baby?" 

"Only for a little bit. If- if I don't smoke one in a while then it gets worse and I don't feel good," you tell him. 

"Baby," he breathes out, "you know how bad these are for you, don't you? And that there's other ways to help your anxiety settle down. Baby, they make medicine for it." 

"I don't have the money for medicine," you cry. 

"I do, [Name], you know that I have the money for it. Why didn't you come to me and ask me?" He rubs your upper arms in his hands while watching as your lips tremble before you speak. 

"I can't just- Kou, I can't take your money like that," you cry out. 

"If it's for your mental health, yes, you can. I would never let you go without something you need, I don't care how much it costs me. And don't you think that you having the proper medicine to treat it is better than you having to get a lung transplant from those nasty things in the future?" 

You gulp and nod while looking into his eyes, your own shaking with guilt because of how much you've upset him. 

"Will you stop so that we can get you the right treatment for it? Because those things are not helping you, baby, they're only going to make you feel worse," he says softly. "Do you have more on you?" He asks. You sniffle and nod before looking away from his eyes. "Where are they?" 

You reach into your hoodie pocket and pull out the almost empty carton with your lighter inside. He takes it out of your hands and opens it before letting out a deep breath. 

"There's only three left in here, when did you smoke all the others?" 

"This past week," you mumble. 

"It's only been five days, baby. Did he give this to you new or were some already gone out of it?" He asks while closing the carton. 

"New, he took the wrapper off of it for me and helped me," you say quietly. 

"Helped you do what?" He asks. 

"Helped me smoke the first one." 

He nods and licks his lips before opening the carton back up to pull the lighter out and look at it. You watch as he reads over the black sharpie written on the white lighter and his jaw clenches before he looks back into your eyes. 

"'Rest in peace: virgin lungs.' Does he think this is a joke?" He scoffs while tossing the lighter back into the carton and closing it with a heaving sigh. You just stand here and watch him, your anxiety rising as your fingers itch to light one of the last three. He drops the carton onto the small table and you flinch at the noise before he puts the cap back onto the water bottle. 

"Are you mad at me?" Your voice cracks and shakes as you whisper it. 

"No baby, I'm not mad at you. I'm just frustrated and upset, that's all," he says. 

"With me?" 

"No," he chuckles lightly, "just-," he sighs and looks back down at the table, "can you promise me something?" 

You nod and look into his eyes. 

"Will you promise to stop smoking, so that I can help you get the right medicine for your anxiety?" He asks. 

You gulp and look away from his eyes before looking at the cigarette carton. "It's not that easy, Kou," you mumble while looking back up at him. 

"Can you at least try?" He asks desperately. 

"I try every single time I come home because the last thing I wanted was for you to be disappointed in me," tears cloud over your eyes again before you start crying and drop your head down. "I hate the idea of you ever not liking me for something I've done and that's why I hid this from you because I didn't want you to hate me," you sob. He steps closer to you and pulls you into his arms to hold you tightly. 

"Baby, I could never hate you. Please don't say stuff like that, let alone, think it. I love you and I just want the best for you, I promise," he says while pressing kisses to the top of your head. You choke out a sniffle and nod before whimpering, "I love you too." 

He hums and gives your body a tight squeeze before lifting your head so you can look at him. You notice his teary eyes and shake your head as you bite your lip. 

"I'll help you get through this, okay? We'll get you to stop and I'll get you the right medicine that you need," he assures you. You nod and sniffle as you look away from his eyes. 

"Can we go to bed now?" You ask. He nods and picks up the carton of cigarettes and the water bottle before opening the balcony door a bit more. You walk inside first and watch as he heads over to the trash and drops the water bottle inside. When he goes to drop the carton, you grab his wrist. 

"What if I need one?" You ask him. 

"You won't need one, your body will just make you think that you want one. They're going in the trash, baby," he says while dropping it in and then closing the lid. You stare at the lid of the trashcan and then he grabs your hand. "Let's go brush our teeth and then we can go to bed, alright?" He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and shuts off the lights before guiding you into the bathroom. 

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[cvlutos]

"Fall of the Blade"

| Repost: 02.01.23 | 1.5 K | Rated PG |

Samurai!Akaashi K. X Emperor!GN!Reader X Samurai! Bokuto K.

| Angst | Unrequited Love | Use of ‘My Lord’ n’ ‘Emperor’ | Forbidden Love | Arranged Marriage | War | Mentions Blood | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Beloved. |

T.Manor.Notes: I wrote this years ago, so this is a rewrite of one of my old posts.

I guess it’s painful.

Watching the blood soak the once-white bandages. While the war still raged on beyond the small medic tent. The man’s face scrunched, covered in sweat, trying to ignore the pain in his shoulder and arm. The shouts and yells of servants, deafening and panicked, while the royal doctors try to save the life of your most loyal Samurai. Yet the truth is obvious as when the sun rises from its slumber. He can no longer fight. He can no longer protect you.

Watching destiny take the things you love.

“I am resigning you from the army. I don’t want to argue anymore about it. You can’t wield a bow, nor a sword. You’ll only get in the way.” Your voice is harsh, but you need to be harsh, to get the fact to remain in his head. He can’t fight for you.

Maybe if I was less selfish with those I loved.

Watching the world crash within your tired gunmetal blue eyes. Watching as the 12th arrow missed the intended target. Again. And again. And again. While you watch, unable to conceal the clear pity within your eyes as he fails to prove that he can protect you once again. Watching the bow string snap and the longbow clatter to his side, sweat dripping off his pale skin. He pants for air, exhausted. Trying to find the words to prove you wrong, trying to justify his actions. ‘Time.. I just need time…’ You can only shake your head, a frown across your lips. With his useless arm and shoulder, time would do nothing but age him. Yet you still drop to your knees, bowing lower than you should, until your forehead is pressed against the dirt.

Like a dog.

“I just want to be of service to you, My Lord. Please… I’m… I’m begging.”

Maybe if I cared for your self-worth more, then my wanting for you to be alive.

Keeping your stern expression, an exhausted sigh leaving your lips, you turned away. “We’re done here.” A warrior who cannot fight isn’t a warrior at all. Is what you should’ve said. Is what you wanted to say, to crush his dreams. For him to simply become the type of man to give up. Yet he doesn’t. He won’t. Not once does his kind eyes reflect any malice towards you. As if able to see the internal struggle, to see that you truly do care for him. Thus, his loyalty is unwavering.

Until a year later.

“My Lord. May I present Bokuto Koutarou? The son of a well known Samurai located west and one with exceptional talents. He will be your new bodyguard.”

Staring down at the younger man with black and white hair and piercing golden eyes. From where you sit, you could tell that he was kind and wouldn’t hurt a fly. Yet while training, he surprises you, his strength unparalleled to others. Simply amazing. Slicing through the air with ease, performing a sword style you had never seen in battle.

Yet your loyal samurai didn’t like him. Any interaction was fake. Any smile, greeting, conversation. Completely forced. Mocking each other. To others, they say a mentor and student relationship, a blossoming friendship that would rival no other. Yet you knew better. Keiji could never be the man he used to be, not within this lifetime.

And Koutarou would never live up to Keiji. Not yet, but he would serve well to protect you. It was infuriating to be stuck upon a scale and to know that you can’t step off unless deemed unfit due to your inability to control your personal emotions. You are merely Lord, an Emperor upon an ever-growing empire, and such simple matters of silent rivalry aren’t something you’re allowed to partake in.

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Slowly gliding the brush against the paper, writing a letter to the General about further plans involving the war that was happening north. The war in which wounded Akaashi. The room of your study is silent as you keep to your thoughts.

“It must be tiresome. To spend the day writing letters.”

Bokuto broke the silence. You nearly jump out of your skin, forgetting his presence since he’s usually talking your ear off. Yet today, he’s been quiet. You move the brush from the paper, glancing at the samurai. He sits lazily, leaning against the wall. His gaze focused on you as one hand rested inside his black yukata, partly revealing his bare chest, his right hand resting on his katana hilt. You think over the phrase before turning back to the paper.

“Sometimes,” I glance at him with a small smile, “but you must get tired of fighting or having to constantly protect someone.”

“Not when it’s you. I get to protect my Lord.” There’s a hint of seriousness that forces a silence over us. The tension slowly thickens with something he desires from me. Something I cannot give. You don’t move when you hear him move to your side, sitting down next to you, and you turn your head, eyes widening. He’s close. His breath fans across your lips. Slowly closing the distance.

A soft sound of someone clearing their throat bursts the bubble surrounding you. You snap your gaze to the door. Akaashi stands with his brows furrowed, staring at you before glancing towards Bokuto before bowing.

“Pardon my intrusion, My Lord—”

“No. No, it’s fine.” You clear my throat, slightly embarrassed, and offer a small smile, while Bokuto snorts. Akaashi sends a quick glare before looking back at you. “My Lord, the children have been practicing their bow skills, and they wish to show you.” Your eyes widen and you nod eagerly, placing the brush to the side. Rising from your seat and quickly following beside Akaashi. Bokuto follows, much to Akaashi displeasure. The walk to the train hall is long, but you make do with a lot of small talk. It isn’t often you get a moment alone.

“I’m glad you didn’t throw away archery permanently, Akaashi.”

The archery of the palace children have gotten better since the last time. Each excelling in their own speeds, it’s impressive as each bow to you after their demonstration, before gravitating to Bokuto who cheers them on happily. He’s well beloved, and you watch with a tiny smile, while Akaashi stands by your side.

“It’s my passion, of course, but there is something I wish to show you. I’ve been creating a one-handed sword method.”

Jealousy.

Replacements.

War.

Love.

Lust.

The sound of your guard’s katana clattering against the dirt floor skidded towards your feet. You shouldn’t be surprised, yet you are. Your gaze flickers to the scene before you. “I win...” Muttering softly, Akaashi pointing the blade closer to his neck, Bokuto cradling his cut hand, having lost.

“It seems the one sword style even out powers the most skilled.” You mutter under your breath before picking up the discarded sword. Much to your servants’ dismay, you silently wave off. You clap and congratulate the two.

“Both of you are amazing—Bokuto, let’s go take care of your hand.”

“Akaashi, is your shoulder alright.” A few servants scurried forward, taking care of Bokuto’s hand, while I moved closer. Yet he rejects your advances. “I’m fine.”

They both walked off in different directions. Bokuto’s pride hurt while Akaashi seemed to swell in it. Placing the katana in its sheath, turning on my heel and heading back to my chamber. A soft sigh leaving my throat.

They were each other’s weakness yet strength.

“My Lord, you will have to soon marry—There is a beautiful girl from the North. This will unite the North and the South! This war can’t continue to go on.” Crossing your arms, staring at your personal advisor. Who has been begging you to marry for as long as I can remember.

“I’ll meet her,”

“My Lord, please thin—You will!?” Ignoring his baffled look, a smile crossing your lips and softly nodding. Even if you weren’t in love with her, you had to think about the future of your empire. Even at the cost of your happiness and theirs.

Showing you the ink painting. She really was beautiful. Blackish blue hair and blue grayish eyes and porcelain skin and rosy pink cheeks. She had a neutral expression but kind eyes. Kiyoko Shimizu, a wealthy daughter of the Karasuno Empire. “My Lord. Are you sure? You don’t have to do this...”

Akaashi bowed in front of you, his voice quivering. Bokuto off to my side, his brows furrowed together. “It’s already final.” Tensions between the north and south seemed to grow, and with you not being pure blood and simply adopted into the royal family, it worsens. This is the only way. Even if it hurts them.

“My Lord...”

Bowing lower than you should.

“Get up, Akaashi. My decision is final.”

Like a dog.

I didn’t intend for my life to go this way…

Watching Kiyoko walk closer to you with a small smile, she seemed happy. Taking her hand within your own, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

I don’t think you planned your life to become this way either.

Bokuto.

Akaashi.

Don’t look at me with such sad eyes. With such yearning as I married her. As I would grow old with her.

“I’m sorry.”

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