#koutaru x reader

[folklorebae]

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 - 𝐄𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞

Cast(s)/Genre: GN!Reader ft. Bokuto, Oikawa, Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Hinata/Humor

Cw: Swearing, mention of drug, and using of pet names (babe, princex)

A/n: - I'm not creative, this time I'm using Maddy from Euphoria dialogue in this scene.

- Every characters are in their timeskip, I only use their profile pictures when they were in hs.

[xsugarysweetsx]

Hi sweets!! Congrats on your 2k you deserve it! May I request a bokuto x reader. Where the reader and him have been fighting lately and he thinks the reader will break up with him. So he goes into his emo faze longer than any other time and his team mates have to speak with reader about it. And the reader finally has a heart to heart and tells him that she’s pregnant and his mood changes instantly and he calls everyone and tells them lol

A/N: Thank you so much anon!

Warnings; some language; some suggestive themes;

Pleas enjoy~🍰

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“Damn it Kou, just go!“ you scold him locking yourself in the bathroom 

“baby...please don’t be mad. Come on, I still have some time before I have to be at the gym“ Bokuto tried to console you. For some reason you had woken in a normal mood and once you saw him getting ready, you got emotional. You started saying things like he didn’t care for you and tat he always chose volleyball over you. 

None of it was true, he loved you with his entire soul. Just last week you had gotten into a heated argument. Some girls were flirting with him and so you started flirting with Atsumu all while looking at him. It just got him really upset and you both argued for about an hour. The bed was cold because you were so far from him. After about 2 days you made up but then after that your moods had been everywhere.

Just yesterday you were basically annoyed at him because he wanted to cuddle....you loved cuddles! When he gets home later he’s going to sit with you for a serious talk. Communication was always key and he’s keep this relationship afloat!

“*sigh* Y/N I’m not going to force you to talk to me...I’ll see you later alright? I love you baby“ he said as he slowly walked from the door.

He walked down the hall, put on his shoes and left to practice. After the door closes you peek outside to see you were alone. Sighing you come out of the bathroom and walk back to your shared room. You knew being a couple was never easy, everyone had their ups and downs, and eventually things got better. Only for you, things seem to only be going down...

you were pregnant, 2 months to be exact. Worse part was you had no ideas what to do....or how to tell Bokuto...or how he’d react. He had just started the MSBY as a new player along with Hinata, and Atsumu. He was too busy at the moment and it may not be ideal for you both. At the same time you shouldn't have blown up on him like that. Even arguing over small things and it's not fair to him. And all because some of your hormones didn't know how to balance themselves out. Maybe you should tell him... 

When Bokuto enters the gym his teammates could already tell it was one of those days. This was the 4th time. He came in emo mode, with his hair down and his sports lower. He loved his things on the bench and went to warm up. Even though he knew things weren’t going to be good here either.

“Okay you seriously have to talk with her” Atsumu said coming behind him, Hinbata and Sakusa following behind. “What happened this time? Did you go too rough or-”

“No! W-well its not that this time” he said with an embarrassed blush, and yes the last time you both got busy you cried. He always spanked you gently but this time around you cried because it made you feel bad. “We just argued this morning, I think....what if we...break up...“ he said with a pouty face. 

everyone you, especially his teammates and even his coach how much you meant to him. To hear that he was even speculating you might break up even shop them. They always try their best to cheer him up make sure that he knows that your relationship is steady. Either everyone you, especially his teammates and even his coach how much you meant to him. To hear that he was even speculating you might break up even shocked them. 

either they helped him or he would stay depressed, and stay emo mode or his life would fall apart without you. 

“Okay have you forgotten something important? A date? A birthday?“ Atsumu asked 

“Maybe you’re giving her too much attention“ Hinata added

“Maybe she feels sick because you go home sweaty“ Sauksa pointed out

“I don’t know..“ he said in a mopey voice moving himself on to the court and as per usual, he didn’t do as good as he always does. His spikes weren’t as powerful, his spirit wasn’t on the court, and he had a blank stare of o_o.

After a long day of practice it was time for him to head home. On his way home he felt his heart heavy in his chest. Until he passed by a small gift shop. And it hit him in the moment, he wasn't about to let your relationship fall apart. He was going to fix it even if it was just him trying!

He didn’t want to lose you, you're one in a million and he didn't want to let go. He rushed into the store and grabbed only the best. He got a beautiful stuffed teddy bear that held the heart that said ‘I love you’, got a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a box of chocolates, your favorite ones. He paid for everything and made his way home. 

Hope filled his heart as he knocks on the door waiting for you to open. Opening the door he was met with teary eyes instead of angry ones. You  were in One of his hoodies and your cheeks and nose were all red. He comes in and puts the stuff down and brings you into his arms. 

“Oh baby what’s going on huh? I bought you all these gifts and stuff so I can make things better“ he said rubbing your back trying to sooth your crying.

“But..I was the one..,who was..mean to you!“ you sniff holding on to him. He reaches down picks you up and holds you close, he knew how much you loved to be carried by him. “A-and I’ve been so moody and unfair to you all because I couldn’t tell you that I’m pregnant!”

“...hu?“ what did you just say? Pregnant? Baby?? REALLY?? “You’re...pregnant..”

“U-um yeah...I know it’s not the ideal time but I-I just didn’t know how to tell yo-“

“WE NEED TO CALL EVERYONE! Oh we need to buy them stuff- Oh we need a bigger place to love in!!“

“Wait...so you’re not upset?“ you ask still in his hold 

“Why would I be mad when the woman of my dreams is carrying my child? Now I have two people to love in my life“ he said with a beaming smile he brought you down lower so he could peck your lips in a quick but loving kiss “Thank you for this”

“Oh Kou, I don’t deserve you“

<>

11:02 PM

“mm hello?“ Astumu answered in a sleepy state 

“I’M GOING TO BE A DAD!!!“

“ITS 11 AT NIGHT BO! COULDN’T YOU TELL ME TOMORROW?!“

“NO!”

And yes he did this all the way up until 1 am...

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I hope this was okay!❤️

[devils-bite]

Wish owl boy a happy birthday rn 😾🔪

[leiasfanaccount648]

Haikyu!! Wallpapers/Lockscreens [ 1 ]

☀️Good Morning Texts☀️

I got inspired by the social media au’s made by @briswriting, @mikwrites, @nekomas-kuroo, & @lifesciencesbois so I decided to make morning texts for some of my fav Haikyuu!! boys!

Here is part two of the wallpapers! If there is someone else you want for when I post a third part, leave a comment or an ask!

The original wallpaper/artwork is not mine, only the texts I’ve made through the app Social Dummy; full credit goes to FujoshiOtaku360 on Zedge.net

[shunsuiken]

completely self-indulgent

bokuto’s lips looked extra moisturised today. your eyes squinted at the shine of the lipbalm he applied on his lips earlier. you wondered if it was the strawberry flavour today, or perhaps even the fanta flavour lipbalm?

there was only one way to find out.

“bokuto,” you said and he looked up from his phone, a bright smile on his face.

“yes baby?”

you lunged forward, lips meeting his, tasting the flavour of his lipbalm. a small gasp escaped bokuto’s mouth, surprised at the sudden contact, then melting into the kiss, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

it was definitely sweet, but it wasn’t sticky. the flavour alighted tingling sensations on your tongue, reminding you of the certain fizz and pop of a beverage. you figured it out.

you hadn’t realised how far you’d taken the kiss after trying to figure out the flavour on his lips. his arms were snaked around your body, touching you in all the right places. and your hands were cupping his face, caressing his soft cheeks.

you pulled away, tapping on bokuto’s bicep for a time out and you giggled at the sight of his confused face. he was adorable.

“baby?”

“fanta.” you licked your lips that shared the fruity flavour. “you taste like fanta.”

the corner of bokuto’s lips rose. “is that why you kissed me?”

you hummed in response, pushing yourself forwards again to steal another kiss. “its tasty...”

“they’re all yours baby.” your faces were a centimetre apart and bokuto’s become attached to the moment. “wanna take this to my room?”

“we could...” you averted your gaze to the couch you two were sitting on. “or we could have the fun right here.” you grinned, feeling bokuto’s hand rise up under your shirt to unclip your bra.

“you’re so hot.” he chuckled in your ear before leaning in to kiss you again.

[disslab]

how bokuto fell in love with u brainrot headcanon

-our owl boy can definitely make friends with you in an instant :(( he’s that friendly and approachable :(( im gonna cri

-i just think if you share his same AMOUNT OF ENERGY AS HIM- BOY HE WILL DEFINITELY BE HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU IN AN INSTANT.

-if you two share the same braincells he will automatically call u his soulmate ngl :((

-i also think for bokuto its a best friends to lovers trope like kuroo. but unlike kuroo, bokuto is friendlier than him :/

-whenever bokuto sees you in the hallway or even catch a glimpse of you he will definitely shout your name. HOMEBOY DOESNT CARE BOUT EVERYONE AROUND HIM HE’S WHIPPED-

-he literally looks like the heart eyes emoji

-talks about you to his team. akaashi is very tired of him how his best friend doesn’t even bother to ask you on a date already. you two obviously look like a couple already.

“aAKAASHII there’s a right place and right time for that” he said one time when akaashi finally told him to confess to u. aaaaaAAAA I LUV HIM :((

-u know bokuto is in love when he’s getting interested with your hobbies and likes. he will learn those things so you can share a lot of stuffs with him because seeing you getting excited over those favorite things of yours, is his kind of serotonin.

-overthinks if you find him annoying so you should remind him he doesn’t bother you at all. he babie :((

-he gets angry whenever he sees you at your worst he doesn’t want his favorite person feels down especially when you’re insecure 

-sPOILS YOU!! bokuto will spoil you omg he will take you to arcades, malls, treat you streets foods and candies and ice creams name a snack you want love he will get that for you

-he will also take you to his favorite restaurants and places he just want you know about him!!

-he wanted your family to know him :(( one time he took you home after his practice and you were waiting for him to say goodbye to you but boy was just smiling wanting you to tell him to stay for awhile PLSSSS

-introduces himself to your family immediately he was so excited meeting them. you were scared at first but your family likes him instantly of how charming and just- he’s a ball of sunshine who can’t resist him.

-the same night bokuto ate dinner with your family, and finally left your place, your family suddenly tells you “if you don’t date that boy already i feel sorry for you”

-the next day you were planning to confess when you and bokuto were alone and just casually talking to each other so you won’t feel anxious and scared to confess to him

-so during lunch you were both laughing with your usual daily chats seating bleachers far away from his team u pushed yourself its now or never to confess..

-”HAHAHA HEY U KNOW WHAT I LIKE YOU-”

-you both stopped as you realized you both said that at the same time

-bokuto’s eyes sparkled differently that time cuz that moment he was right. you are his soulmate.

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BONUS

-"akaashi, i just came back from y/n’s house i think i’m going to confess tomorrow !!” 

-akaashi was standing far away looking at you and bokuto laughing on the bleachers. akaashi smiling in his mind, thinking when bokuto-san answered him “aAKAASHII there’s a right place and right time for that” 

how kuroo fell in love with u brainrot headcanon

[bangingoutthetunes]

Snowfall.

A drabble in which you walk home with your boyfriend in the snow and get to cuddle + braid his hair. 

Word count: 2.3k

tags: hair braiding, fluff, bokuto is a human puppy 

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“Come on, (name)-kun! It’s literally so cold out here I might die!” Kotarou pulled your hand forward and you almost tripped at the sudden jerk. He looked back over his shoulder, puppy-dog eyes wide and shining. A cheerful grin had found itself onto its face at your smile. 

“It’s not like I want to be out here in the cold, Kou! I just need to catch my breath, we’ve been running for the past ten minutes and although you’re wearing pants, I’m wearing a skirt and tights. Gimme a break!” If just for a moment, you felt burningly jealous of the pants the Fukurodani’s boys uniform required; they would’ve definitely kept you warm. Panting from the exhaustion, you trembled in his grip a little bit. He walked over to you and pulled you into his chest, chin resting on your hair and arms wrapped around your waist. He smelled like soap and vanilla and like the best parts of cold December afternoons. 

Peering to the left of his arm, you took in the scenery around you; snowflakes had begun to blanket rooftops and adorn the naked trees, minivans would drive by full with mothers and their children’s friends, bike riders would exhale dragon puffs of condensation, and some other classmates were huddling at a corner shop to pick up some hot chocolate and coffee to continue on their way. 

Having moved from the Miyagi prefecture in early March of this year, you hadn’t gotten to experience snow in a small town on the outskirts of Tokyo. This was of the first times you got to enjoy the gentle fall of friendly snow without having to worry about negative repercussions, and in this moment you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else or with anyone else than Bokuto Koutaoru, the six foot puppy that wanted to take you to his house through the long route so you could catch sight of all the wonderful sights his town had to offer. It was bitter cold outside, but the warmth inside of your chest, slowly spreading to your limbs, was enough to keep you running. 

“Are you ready to keep going, princess?” he mumbled into your forehead, absentmindedly doodling on your back with his mitten-covered fingertips.  

“Yeah, I’m all warmed up now!” You smiled into his chest, burying your nose into his vest and planting a kiss there as a silent thank you. 

“Great, because tag,” he booped you on the forehead with his index finger and stepped back,” you’re it! Last one home owes a cherry soda!” He laughed, brilliant like the sun stretching its fingers through the clouds. The corners of his eyes crinkle and he wrinkled his nose,  clearly pleased with himself. 

“Oh, it’s on!” You chased after him, having committed the route to memory from walks home so many times before. You ran at a quick pace, but your legs were so much shorter and his training was so much more intense that you could barely stay at fifteen feet behind him. Damn  him and his stupid volleyball captain gig! 

He slowed down, if just for a moment, to let you catch up to him. He stretched his hand out to you, beckoning for you to hold it. “Come on, let’s get there quicker!” Once you laced your fingers into his own, he yanked you forwards. In no time, you made it to his doorstep. He fished for his keys in his coat pocket and unlocked the door with his left hand, tugging you into the warmth as soon as the door flew open. A gust of hot air flew out of the house, peppering your face in kisses and very welcomed heat. Kotarou stepped inside, and you followed suit behind him, the two of you placing your bookbags on the floor. You began to kick your uniform shoes off when he sneaked up behind you, wrapped his hands together at your belly and pulled you up into the air. “H-hey!” He laughed at your surprise and pulled your back into his chest,  waddling with you towards his room. 

“Give me a sec, I’ve just gotta get the door-” he placed you down on the flooring while he fiddled with the handle and the door slid open at the kick of his foot. He ushered you inside. “Come, sit on the bed! Get comfortable and change out of the uniform, you’re probably freezing right?” Concern laced his voice as he walked over to where you sat and he cocked his head to the side. “I think I’ll get into something more comfortable, thank you baby!” You reached over to grab his hand and gave it a kiss behind his knuckles,  and you could swear you saw him shiver from the ghosting of your lips. 

“You’re welcome! I’ll be back in a bit, I’m just gonna get some clothes from the dryer and bring us some snacks. I went out with ‘Kaashi the other day and we picked out some things for you!” Before he walked out of his room, he turned back to wink and blow you a kiss. You giggled at him. God,  you’d be damned if he wasn’t the cutest thing to walk this earth. Stretching your arms above your head and wiggling out of the cold, you looked around his room to try and figure out where exactly he had his pajamas. You took a shot at his dresser, and it took a bit of digging but you found the perfect outfit: an oversized grey shirt with old sweatpants would do just fine to warm you up. You slipped out of your blazer and wiggled the skirt off while admiring the decorations in his room; he had some volleyball posters, some framed pictures of him with his sisters, and atop his dresser you saw some papers that made your heart flutter; he had your first movie ticket, Weathering With You, framed and the post-its you’d slipped into his locker decorating the outside of the frame. To the left, he also had a printed out picture he took of the two of you on his phone while you shared a chocolate ice cream cone (with extra sprinkles, of course). 

You’d been to Koutarou’s house before, but you hadn’t gotten the chance to walk around his room; since his parents were out working, you’d come after school (on the rare days he didn’t have practice) and cook with him. One of your favorite memories of trying to cook with him was when you tried teaching him how to finely dice scallions; the poor boy couldn’t cut thinly if his life depended on it, and whenever he saw the knife get close to his thumb he would flinch. 

You wiggled into his shirt and plopped onto his bed. He had a plush vabo-chan and a horned owl plushie resting in between his pillows. You kicked his throw blanket up so it could cover your legs and shut your eyes for a bit, nothing on your mind except for your angel’s smile and his kisses peppering your forehead. You could feel yourself slipping into a comfortable vibe and it was so nice to be able to rest your body after running in the snow for such a long while. At a knock on the wall, your eyes fluttered open and your gaze traced your boyfriend’s form, hair damp (but drying) against his forehead, long-sleeve shirt tight against his chest, eyes blown wide and smiling, and packs of sour gummies and dark chocolate in his hands. He bumped his body against the light switch to turn the lights in the room off, allowing only the soft glow reflected from white snow to enter from his window.

He ran over to the bed and threw the candies at its foot as he wrapped you in a bear hug. “You look wonderful in my clothes, baby!” He chirped, voice dripping with adoration, as he admired you in his clothes. He was so warm and soft against you, and you wrapped your hands together at the base of his neck and pecked his lips. They tasted like hot chocolate and chapstick and felt surprisingly soft for the cold weather. Even if his lips were chapped, you still wouldn’t have wanted to kiss anyone else’s. You pulled away from the kiss to gaze into his eyes, color reminiscent of sunflowers and sunshine, and your heart fluttered in your chest as his gaze lidded and his eyes smiled. 

“What do you want to watch, princess? After all, movie night was your idea!”

You thought for a second, “Hmm, I saw that there was a cool documentary on netflix about international chefs! We could learn a thing or two from it so we can cook the best meal ever, right?”

He threw his head back in laughter and scooched closer to you on the bed, wiggling his feet beneath the blanket and pulling it up so it could cover the two of you.  He turned the TV on, remote in hand, and clicked through the buttons until he saw the Netflix app. Flicking over to the Documentaries, he paused when he saw some about food. “Is it the Street Food one?”

“Yeah, baby. We can watch a couple of episodes, the order doesn’t really matter anyways.”

“Cool! I want to watch the one about Argentina! I’ve heard they have amazing steak down there.” For some reason, you hadn’t expected his favorite food to be steak and instead for it to be something more like pure sugar. It had nothing to do with his energy level…

In spite of the absolute fact that he was always riled up and lively, in this moment with his head rested on your right shoulder, he looked at peace. His eyes were glued to the screen (or so you thought, because his gaze was really fixed on your arm as he tried to count all of the freckles there), his breathing was even, slow, and his fingers were gently grazing against the side of your left arm. He really did look like an angel, a piece of expired heaven that fell into your lap and promised to be forever yours. You smiled down at him in a lazy fashion and bent your neck to give him a kiss on his scalp. It smelled crisp and clean, and your belly fluttered when he looked up at you from quirked eyebrows. His hair looked amazing when it was down and, if anything, you almost preferred it to the spiky owl look. 

He shifted his weight so he could instead lay his head on your lap. You laced your fingers into his two-toned hair and lightly scratched his tresses. He had been gifted with many things, and among them was a thick head of hair; his locks were silky and plentiful; every meander of your fingers led to more strands  resting between them. He seemed to lean into your touch and sighed contentedly when you scratched at a spot at his head that was left of center. He really seemed to like when you would twirl his locks on your fingers, and it made you wonder…

“Kou?”

“Hmm?”

“Could I braid your hair?”

He let out a hearty laugh and turned his head to look up at you. “I’d love nothing more, (name)-kun. Go ahead.”

You sighed, running both hands through his scalp and feeling the silk slide in between your knuckles was so unexpected but so so welcome. He leaned into the touch and tilted his head forward to let you play with more of his hair. 

“(name)-kun, it tickles!” He laughed at the foreign sensation and his eyes crinkled shut. He was the sun. 

Scratching his head with your fingerpads, you ran the fingers of your right hand up his arm to let him know that he was safe and that the  new sensation was just that, something he should begin to get used to. He leaned into your touch, trusting, peaceful, calm. You separated three locks in between your knuckles and began to twist the center and right pieces together. Then, you twisted the right and left ones together, then the left and center. It was difficult because of his shaggy layered haircut, but you could tell from his staggered breathing and the nuzzling of his nose into your thighs that he was absolutely loving this. The first braid looked so pretty because of the contrast between his black roots and silvery locks, and you took a scrunchie from your wrist to tie it in place. Granted, it took five twists and the braid looked SUPER clunky, but you felt like that gave it so much charm. You tugged on the hair behind his right ear and began to weave it together like Arachne weaving her master tapestries, and braid begot yet another until the right side of his head was all tied up in a knot that you would (hopefully) be able to detangle. Hair tucked behind his ear, you noticed that he had a dusting of freckles on the pinna that trailed down to the nape of his neck. The black dusting of freckles against pale skin looked like stardust. He was beautiful. 

His breathing steadied, and it seemed like he had fallen asleep at the behest of your touch. A smile was painted onto his face, his nostrils flared and his lips half-parted as if he were having a pleasant dream. This was too much, it was too cute. You shifted around for your phone and took a picture of him in your lap, face glowing from the chatter and brightness of an argentine street restaurant. He looked perfect. You sent his phone the picture and saw it buzz on the bed, screen illuminated with a picture of him giving you a kiss on the forehead. You began to smile, and a look out the window proved that the snowfall had gotten heavier.  Your own exhaustion from the day began to settle in and take you prisoner. In between the soft whirr of the heating, Kotarou’s steady breathing, the soft background noise of steak sizzling and Spanish chatter, and the delicate dance of the snowflakes outside, you began to slip into a peaceful slumber. This would be the first of many naps with Bokuto to come. 

[cherrywoes]

why do i want to turn the tables and write playgirl! reader x atsumu or bokuto,,, bc i only ever see playboy!atsumu and bokuto would make for a interesting challenge 🤔

[n-blanca-archived]

↳ CRUMBS

↳ Bokuto Koutaru x gn!reader

A/N: this took so much effort to write and i couldn’t tell you why jeez -- i love bo but he gave me so much trouble? i finally got this to a point where i think its....mediocre...so hopefully you enjoy it more than i do! drink water, take your meds and stay safe!

warnings: none!

genre: fluff!

You and Bokuto rushed into your house, toeing off your shoes at the genkan and racing up the stairs, socked feet pounding on the hardwood. You both couldn’t stop talking, words pouring out of your mouths without any real cadence, just excitement pumping through your veins. 

 “Did you see the highlight reels during lunch! That was such a cool match, the way Chie cross-shot that ball and completely bypassed the other team’s libero?” Kou rambled, shrugging off his jacket and letting his school bag thump heavily onto the floor beside the couch, both of you teetering dangerously from the non-existent friction of your socks against the smooth floor. 

 “Yes, it was so cool! I lost my mind when Terou missed a ball, and the way you could hear it echo was heartbreaking.” You sighed at the thought, the scene replaying in your head again as you and Bokuto scrambled through the kitchen, raiding the pantry and fridge for any snacks. Once you both could barely hold on to the packaged goods, you two maneuver your way back to the living room. You two let the snacks fall out of your arms and drop onto the coffee table set at, conveniently, arms-length away from the couch.

You and Kou settle in, knees pressed together as you both took up as much couch space as you could.

 “Wanna watch the match or more highlights?” You asked, picking up the TV remote to start scrolling into the youtube app. 

 “The match! We’ll just be watching the same highlights if we keep watching them, you know?” Koutaru’s voice was muffled by the shrimp chips he had shoveled into his mouth, but you understood him regardless.

 “That’s true...okay, gimme a sec to find it in full somewhere.” You responded, eyes glued to the search results. Highlight reel after Highlight reel, but not a single video held the entire match, even though you knew it had to be up! 

 “Hey, come here a sec?” Bokuto’s voice pulled you away from the screen, your body only slightly shifting to face him. However, your eyes stayed where they were, scanning the results for anything remotely close to your desired outcome. 

“Yeah? Did you forget your phone again? I saw it on the counter I thi-” you’re so focused on your task that you’re entirely startled by Bokuto’s hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, his other hand turning your head quickly to press a soft kiss against your lips. 

 You freeze, heat rushing to your cheeks. Koutaru was one to be affectionate, yes, but it never failed to leave you light-headed and giddy. Bokuto smiled brightly at you, hand on your waist, winding tighter to press your frame closer to his.

“What was that for?” If you had been any more present-minded, you would’ve been embarrassed by how breathy your voice was. As you were, though, you didn’t have the willpower to care.

 “You’re cute when you’re all focused.” Kou laughed lightly, pressing another light kiss to your cheek and bringing his bag of chips up to your line of sight, shaking it. You let out a tiny laugh, accepting his offer. 

As you pop the snack into your mouth and settle against him, your shirt rides up and exposes a part of your torso to the fabric of the couch. Usually, that would be fine, but now- 

 “Ah, Kou, you got crumbs all over the couch,” you pouted, quickly sitting up to brush off the tiny dust particles that itched at your skin uncomfortably. 

 “Sorry, sunshine, but can you blame me?” Koutaru sits up, placing his chip bag on the coffee table and gently cupping your face in his hands. You freeze again, hand stalling in its sweeping motion to land on his thigh. 

 “You’re just so cute, you know?” He sighed, pressing another kiss to your mouth and- You let him push you back into the sofa, littering kisses wherever he can. You couldn’t help but lament the video of the full volleyball game you two had been dying to see (that, ultimately, you had never found) before you put all your energy into reciprocating the affection Bokuto so easily gave you.

[bluecuzilikeit]

Okay but if this doesn't embody bokuto x yn what does? 😂😂

[lostcoves]

ft. bokuto koutarou x gn!reader, miya atsumu x gn!reader, hinata shoyo x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc & warnings: 236 | none

request: can I perhaps request how bokuto, atsumu and hinata react to the reader having a bad day? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

bokuto koutarou 

“babe? you okay?” your boyfriend asked you, noticing your tears.

you shook your head, “bad day.. very bad day..”

bokuto opened his arms to you and smiled, “come here.”

you approached bokuto and hugged him, melting in his warm embrace. his chest provided you a comfortable pillow for you to cry on. you cried and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.

“better?” bokuto whispered.

“better,” you answered.

miya atsumu

“sweet pea?” what’s wrong?” atsumu asked, as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. a sniffle escape from your nose and you mumbled to your boyfriend, “bad day..”

“aw sweet pea,” he kissed your head, “lemme run you a bubble bath.”

“okay..” you let go of atsumu. he gave you a kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the bathroom, the familiar sound of running water echoing through the house. he reappeared and smiled, “bath’s ready.

“thank you, honey.”

hinata shoyo

“bad day?” hinata always knew what was on your mind. 

you nodded to your boyfriend and hastily wiped away your tears.

“had a feeling,” he searched through the contents of his bag and pulled out an orange popsicle, untouched and ready to be eaten. it was your favorite.

“here you go! i got it on the way home!” hinata handed you the popsicle.

you bursted into tears, not from sadness but from joy.

hinata always knew how to cheer you up.

[mooshys]

genre | gen fic, humor

characters for the series | Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Bokuto Koutarou, Hinata Shouyou, Inunaki Shion, Meian Shuugo, Adriah Thomas, Reader

read the newest chapter on ao3 here!

[shunsuiken]

hc’s for Kuroo and Bokuto with a fem!s/o that DOES NOT STOP TALKING!!EVER!!! like she seems quiet and calm at first, but then she surprises them; please 🥺🥺 xo

due to my illiteracy i read kuroo and kenma sdsjdksj i still wrote bokutos hcs tho so dw! thank u for this request<3

kuroo, kenma and bokuto having a talkative fem s/o.

—kuroo tetsurou.

so when you and kuroo first started dating

you guys were kinda nervous at first but thats natural for a new couple

after a few weeks though, you guys began opening up quicker and more comfortably with each other

communicating became much easier as well when you both learned each others love languages through lots of trial and error 💀

then came this time where

it was as if

your soul had switched with someone elses

because kuroo knew the type of person you were and what you were like

but that was not what he felt when he saw you excitedly chatting away with your friends regarding some movie that came out last week

(you guys are also laughing HYSTERICALLY with each other and omg kuroo has never seen that big of a smile on your face EVER)

kenma had to poke his sides to bring him back to earth cus dude was just that shocked

“KENMA WHAT WAS THAT FOR??-?-?-?1?1”

“you’ve been staring at y/n for a socially unacceptable amount of time, you look like a creep.”

“OH! HEY KUROO YOU’RE ON LUNCH BREAK”

oh my god. kuroo would think at first. who WERE you???

he realised that maybe all this time, the reserved and quiet you may have just been the first layer of your personality, maybe you just needed the time to adapt to the changes?

and so will kuroo lmao

“KUROO KUROO HAVE YOU SEEN THIS NEW MOVIE” “WE SHOULD WATCH IT” “ITS ACTUALLY REALLY NICE AND”

“y/N??? DO YOU NORMALLY SPEAK FHIS MUCH???” he was so used to seeing your calm and relaxed composure

and now that you looked like the epitome of chaos, he felt so cheated that he wasn’t able to get you to be like this in the first few weeks of the relationship

“YEAH!!! but MAYBE im on a SUGAR RUSH right now IM NOT ENTIRELT SURE BUT”

kuroo is just watching you speak, this dumb smile on his face as the truest form of you flourishes in front of him

he’ll start acting like a parent at some point because YOU ARE CRAZY MAAM

“y/n stop yappin’ and EAT” “WAIT WAIT LOOK AT THIS TEASER FOR THAT NE-”

he’d deadass shove a whole onigiri in your mouth just to tease you for a bit

he also likes that he can make jokes and make you laugh louder than before

hes just so happy to see this side of you 🥺

—kozume kenma.

kenma is going to be SO SHOCKED

ngl he’d probably look at u with his brows like >:0 “where did u take my girlfriend!!! where is my girlfriend!!!”

and you’d be in this happy mood so you are PEAK chatty right now so you’re laughing at kenma’s face cus 💀

were your two personalities really just that different 💀💀

kenma will have to get used to your sudden outbursts of excitement conversations every now and then

boy has NO idea what triggered you into switching personalities

but i guess kuroo helps him connect the dots and hes like oh and then hes like oh :D because its a good thing that you willingly act like this in front of him

esp without feeling embarassed or anything hes happy you’re comfortable

its also really cute when you suddenly feel like youre rambling too much

your arm would cling around kenma’s and he’d listen to you ramble about this new netflix show that was released a few weeks ago but it was totally cliche so you told him how the entire internet made fun of it

then when you turn your head to look at kenma, hes just looking forward and you’re like “sorry, rambling arent i?”

“its not a bother,” he’ll say, sliding his fingers to wrap around yours. “if you want we could watch it together for the fun of it”

and thats literally what yall did and oml is kenma glad to see the chaos unfold in front of him

(you were not wrong when you said it was cliche, kenma almost puked at how cliche it was lmfao)

he’ll defs poke fun at the way youre loud just around him and your closest friends but when youre with other people youre just crickets

sometimes when hes playing, you’ll watch his screen and suddenly start braiding his hair

and boy does he have some silky locks despite all the bleaching

then theres another situation where hes playing and you’ll be right beside him, commenting and yelling when they’re in a danger zone

“KENMA IF YOU STAY THERE YOURE-” “I KNOW I KNOW IM TRYING TO GET OUT” “QUICK!! YOUVE ONLY GOT 10 SECONDS LEFT”

“pft kenma you got your girl over or sth? we can hear her” an online friend is gonna say and kenma’s JUST BLUSHING AND STUTTERING, TRYING TO EXPLAIN

you can hear kuroo’s hyena laughter through kenma’s headphones 💀

and since you got to see kenma stumble all over his words and act like a nervous trainwreck, it was overall a very enjoyable experience for you

“sooo when are you gonna play again?”

HES GOING TO PINCH YOUR CHEEKS AS A PUNISHMENT

but you like it cus kenma does this cute nose scrunch whenever he pinches your cheeks

and ever since you’ve shown kenma this side of you, the teases between you and him have been endless

you both make sure never to go too far with the jokes tho! so alls good :)

—bokuto koutarou.

bo would prolly be so confused at first like yall know that one ep where hes up against karasuno for that summer training camp and hes just (°_°) YEAH

he’d be like that for the first five seconds before shit clicks

“Y/N!!! Y/N!!!!” “KOU!!! KOUTAROU!!!!” and cue the big couple hug

and every other third year is like 💆🏻‍♀️ here they go AGAIN

and akaashi is literally holding bokuto’s hotdog he literally threw in the air

“A- AKAASHI DO YOU SEE THIS” “yes, bokuto-san, please lower your voice”

bokuto is just 🤩 @ you and he can’t seem to take his eyes off your lips, he loves the way they move

sometimes when yall are in the same class, everyone purposely puts you two on each end of the class

just so that your vibes dont mix and end up causing an explosion

but distance makes the heart grow fonder 🥴

SO THERES LITERALLY NO DIFFERENCE

but even if you two become a lil too loud for everyones liking, they still enjoy the atmosphere you two bring

also loves to invite you and akaashi to walk home together because 🥺 the energy is just so nice

hes also glad that his girl and his best friend can speak comfortably

also rip akaashi’s ears whenever you two start laughing or yelling about some stupid puns you read out loud on the way home

now, during practises after school

the entire fukurodani vbc has to constantly remind you guys to tone down your noise levels

no, not those noise levels

but the way both of you can speak so passionately when talking about things you both have mutual interest in

there’ll be lots of jumping around and always expect the unconscious hand-holding, bo just really likes to hold hands with you

“Y/N YOU LIKE THIS MOVIE??1?2?1?-?1?” “YEAH IVE LOVED IT SINCE LIKE,,, FOREVER!!”

and obvi bokuto’s gonna bring up and ask you why and how you suddenly have so much more energy than before

and you’re just like “i’m only like that for a while 🥺” and you tell him you only start showing the way you actually act when you’re fully comfy w the person

his face softens, relieved that he can make you feel safe in his presence

hes happy that you’ve come to feel that way

so he becomes clingy for the rest of the afternoon you’re not complaining

[piripaprika]

Snowfall (Bokuto x Reader)

A drabble in which you walk home with your boyfriend in the snow and get to cuddle + braid his hair.

Word count: 2.3k

tags: hair braiding, fluff, bokuto is a human puppy

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“Come on, (name)-kun! It’s literally so cold out here I might die!” Kotarou pulled your hand forward and you almost tripped at the sudden jerk. He looked back over his shoulder, puppy-dog eyes wide and shining. A cheerful grin had found itself onto its face at your smile.

“It’s not like I want to be out here in the cold, Kou! I just need to catch my breath, we’ve been running for the past ten minutes and although you’re wearing pants, I’m wearing a skirt and tights. Gimme a break!” If just for a moment, you felt burningly jealous of the pants the Fukurodani’s boys uniform required; they would’ve definitely kept you warm. Panting from the exhaustion, you trembled in his grip a little bit. He walked over to you and pulled you into his chest, chin resting on your hair and arms wrapped around your waist. He smelled like soap and vanilla and like the best parts of cold December afternoons.

Peering to the left of his arm, you took in the scenery around you; snowflakes had begun to blanket rooftops and adorn the naked trees, minivans would drive by full with mothers and their children’s friends, bike riders would exhale dragon puffs of condensation, and some other classmates were huddling at a corner shop to pick up some hot chocolate and coffee to continue on their way.

Having moved from the Miyagi prefecture in early March of this year, you hadn’t gotten to experience snow in a small town on the outskirts of Tokyo. This was of the first times you got to enjoy the gentle fall of friendly snow without having to worry about negative repercussions, and in this moment you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else or with anyone else than Bokuto Koutaoru, the six foot puppy that wanted to take you to his house through the long route so you could catch sight of all the wonderful sights his town had to offer. It was bitter cold outside, but the warmth inside of your chest, slowly spreading to your limbs, was enough to keep you running.

“Are you ready to keep going, princess?” he mumbled into your forehead, absentmindedly doodling on your back with his mitten-covered fingertips.  

“Yeah, I’m all warmed up now!” You smiled into his chest, burying your nose into his vest and planting a kiss there as a silent thank you.

“Great, because tag,” he booped you on the forehead with his index finger and stepped back,” you’re it! Last one home owes a cherry soda!” He laughed, brilliant like the sun stretching its fingers through the clouds. The corners of his eyes crinkle and he wrinkled his nose,  clearly pleased with himself.

“Oh, it’s on!” You chased after him, having committed the route to memory from walks home so many times before. You ran at a quick pace, but your legs were so much shorter and his training was so much more intense that you could barely stay at fifteen feet behind him. Damn  him and his stupid volleyball captain gig!

He slowed down, if just for a moment, to let you catch up to him. He stretched his hand out to you, beckoning for you to hold it. “Come on, let’s get there quicker!” Once you laced your fingers into his own, he yanked you forwards. In no time, you made it to his doorstep. He fished for his keys in his coat pocket and unlocked the door with his left hand, tugging you into the warmth as soon as the door flew open. A gust of hot air flew out of the house, peppering your face in kisses and very welcomed heat. Kotarou stepped inside, and you followed suit behind him, the two of you placing your bookbags on the floor. You began to kick your uniform shoes off when he sneaked up behind you, wrapped his hands together at your belly and pulled you up into the air. “H-hey!” He laughed at your surprise and pulled your back into his chest,  waddling with you towards his room.

“Give me a sec, I’ve just gotta get the door-” he placed you down on the flooring while he fiddled with the handle and the door slid open at the kick of his foot. He ushered you inside. “Come, sit on the bed! Get comfortable and change out of the uniform, you’re probably freezing right?” Concern laced his voice as he walked over to where you sat and he cocked his head to the side. “I think I’ll get into something more comfortable, thank you baby!” You reached over to grab his hand and gave it a kiss behind his knuckles,  and you could swear you saw him shiver from the ghosting of your lips.

“You’re welcome! I’ll be back in a bit, I’m just gonna get some clothes from the dryer and bring us some snacks. I went out with ‘Kaashi the other day and we picked out some things for you!” Before he walked out of his room, he turned back to wink and blow you a kiss. You giggled at him. God,  you’d be damned if he wasn’t the cutest thing to walk this earth. Stretching your arms above your head and wiggling out of the cold, you looked around his room to try and figure out where exactly he had his pajamas. You took a shot at his dresser, and it took a bit of digging but you found the perfect outfit: an oversized grey shirt with old sweatpants would do just fine to warm you up. You slipped out of your blazer and wiggled the skirt off while admiring the decorations in his room; he had some volleyball posters, some framed pictures of him with his sisters, and atop his dresser you saw some papers that made your heart flutter; he had your first movie ticket, Weathering With You, framed and the post-its you’d slipped into his locker decorating the outside of the frame. To the left, he also had a printed out picture he took of the two of you on his phone while you shared a chocolate ice cream cone (with extra sprinkles, of course).

You’d been to Koutarou’s house before, but you hadn’t gotten the chance to walk around his room; since his parents were out working, you’d come after school (on the rare days he didn’t have practice) and cook with him. One of your favorite memories of trying to cook with him was when you tried teaching him how to finely dice scallions; the poor boy couldn’t cut thinly if his life depended on it, and whenever he saw the knife get close to his thumb he would flinch.

You wiggled into his shirt and plopped onto his bed. He had a plush vabo-chan and a horned owl plushie resting in between his pillows. You kicked his throw blanket up so it could cover your legs and shut your eyes for a bit, nothing on your mind except for your angel’s smile and his kisses peppering your forehead. You could feel yourself slipping into a comfortable vibe and it was so nice to be able to rest your body after running in the snow for such a long while. At a knock on the wall, your eyes fluttered open and your gaze traced your boyfriend’s form, hair damp (but drying) against his forehead, long-sleeve shirt tight against his chest, eyes blown wide and smiling, and packs of sour gummies and dark chocolate in his hands. He bumped his body against the light switch to turn the lights in the room off, allowing only the soft glow reflected from white snow to enter from his window.

He ran over to the bed and threw the candies at its foot as he wrapped you in a bear hug. “You look wonderful in my clothes, baby!” He chirped, voice dripping with adoration, as he admired you in his clothes. He was so warm and soft against you, and you wrapped your hands together at the base of his neck and pecked his lips. They tasted like hot chocolate and chapstick and felt surprisingly soft for the cold weather. Even if his lips were chapped, you still wouldn’t have wanted to kiss anyone else’s. You pulled away from the kiss to gaze into his eyes, color reminiscent of sunflowers and sunshine, and your heart fluttered in your chest as his gaze lidded and his eyes smiled.

“What do you want to watch, princess? After all, movie night was your idea!”

You thought for a second, “Hmm, I saw that there was a cool documentary on netflix about international chefs! We could learn a thing or two from it so we can cook the best meal ever, right?”

He threw his head back in laughter and scooched closer to you on the bed, wiggling his feet beneath the blanket and pulling it up so it could cover the two of you.  He turned the TV on, remote in hand, and clicked through the buttons until he saw the Netflix app. Flicking over to the Documentaries, he paused when he saw some about food. “Is it the Street Food one?”

“Yeah, baby. We can watch a couple of episodes, the order doesn’t really matter anyways.”

“Cool! I want to watch the one about Argentina! I’ve heard they have amazing steak down there.” For some reason, you hadn’t expected his favorite food to be steak and instead for it to be something more like pure sugar. It had nothing to do with his energy level…

In spite of the absolute fact that he was always riled up and lively, in this moment with his head rested on your right shoulder, he looked at peace. His eyes were glued to the screen (or so you thought, because his gaze was really fixed on your arm as he tried to count all of the freckles there), his breathing was even, slow, and his fingers were gently grazing against the side of your left arm. He really did look like an angel, a piece of expired heaven that fell into your lap and promised to be forever yours. You smiled down at him in a lazy fashion and bent your neck to give him a kiss on his scalp. It smelled crisp and clean, and your belly fluttered when he looked up at you from quirked eyebrows. His hair looked amazing when it was down and, if anything, you almost preferred it to the spiky owl look.

He shifted his weight so he could instead lay his head on your lap. You laced your fingers into his two-toned hair and lightly scratched his tresses. He had been gifted with many things, and among them was a thick head of hair; his locks were silky and plentiful; every meander of your fingers led to more strands  resting between them. He seemed to lean into your touch and sighed contentedly when you scratched at a spot at his head that was left of center. He really seemed to like when you would twirl his locks on your fingers, and it made you wonder…

“Kou?”

“Hmm?”

“Could I braid your hair?”

He let out a hearty laugh and turned his head to look up at you. “I’d love nothing more, (name)-kun. Go ahead.”

You sighed, running both hands through his scalp and feeling the silk slide in between your knuckles was so unexpected but so so welcome. He leaned into the touch and tilted his head forward to let you play with more of his hair.

“(name)-kun, it tickles!” He laughed at the foreign sensation and his eyes crinkled shut. He was the sun.

Scratching his head with your fingerpads, you ran the fingers of your right hand up his arm to let him know that he was safe and that the  new sensation was just that, something he should begin to get used to. He leaned into your touch, trusting, peaceful, calm. You separated three locks in between your knuckles and began to twist the center and right pieces together. Then, you twisted the right and left ones together, then the left and center. It was difficult because of his shaggy layered haircut, but you could tell from his staggered breathing and the nuzzling of his nose into your thighs that he was absolutely loving this. The first braid looked so pretty because of the contrast between his black roots and silvery locks, and you took a scrunchie from your wrist to tie it in place. Granted, it took five twists and the braid looked SUPER clunky, but you felt like that gave it so much charm. You tugged on the hair behind his right ear and began to weave it together like Arachne weaving her master tapestries, and braid begot yet another until the right side of his head was all tied up in a knot that you would (hopefully) be able to detangle. Hair tucked behind his ear, you noticed that he had a dusting of freckles on the pinna that trailed down to the nape of his neck. The black dusting of freckles against pale skin looked like stardust. He was beautiful.

His breathing steadied, and it seemed like he had fallen asleep at the behest of your touch. A smile was painted onto his face, his nostrils flared and his lips half-parted as if he were having a pleasant dream. This was too much, it was too cute. You shifted around for your phone and took a picture of him in your lap, face glowing from the chatter and brightness of an argentine street restaurant. He looked perfect. You sent his phone the picture and saw it buzz on the bed, screen illuminated with a picture of him giving you a kiss on the forehead. You began to smile, and a look out the window proved that the snowfall had gotten heavier.  Your own exhaustion from the day began to settle in and take you prisoner. In between the soft whirr of the heating, Kotarou’s steady breathing, the soft background noise of steak sizzling and Spanish chatter, and the delicate dance of the snowflakes outside, you began to slip into a peaceful slumber. This would be the first of many naps with Bokuto to come.

[cherrywoes]

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𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐. [𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.]

𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝟶𝟶𝟷:// 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑. [𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.]

𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝟶𝟶𝟸:// 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. [𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.]

𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝟶𝟶𝟹:// 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍. [𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.]

𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝟶𝟶𝟺:// 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚛. [𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.]

𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝟶𝟶𝟻:// 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚕𝚍. [𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.]

𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝟶𝟶𝟼://<𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎>. [𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.]

𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝟶𝟶𝟽://𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢. [𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.]

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