#washio x fem!reader

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Polyship with Washio and Konoha

Washio Tatsuki x Konoha Akinori x fem! Reader

Warnings: none again 🥲 never fear, this won't last 🤣

AN: This is a request from 🦢 anon!

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Ok YN I kind of like this duo 🤩

I feel like it's a good balance between fun and serious

Like Konoha knows he's good looking already and he most definitely is

But Washio is like one of those oblivious good looking guys

I mean 👀 seriously you guys, Washio is such an underrated character

He's literally a pro-vb player time skip 🤚🏻

Love that for him

But we are going to start this ship third year

You were a second year Manager

The replacement Kaori and Yukie found for the team once they had left

Please they only needed one Manager after Bokuto left 🤣

And our sweet bby YN was that lucky lady!

Now Konoha and Washio instantly took a liking to you the first time they saw you

Damn you were so cute and pretty

And perfectly unfazed by our annoying owl 🦉

While everyone often was stuck dealing with Bokuto, you catered to the other team members

Please they all deserve attention

So when it came to helping with blocking, spiking and setting drills, you were often the go to

Akaashi was mostly dealing with Bokuto

And let's just say, you were able to somewhat set

So YN our fabulous setter steps in 💅🏼

Seriously you were so cute and little, Washio didn't want to hurt you

You not only help with setting for Konoha but also your great at helping Washio with blocking

"Uhhh YN it's ok I don't need help"- Washio said

"Yeah YN, mans will literally crush you"- Komi said laughing

"Excuse me??? I'm strong! I can totally block"- you say jumping up and down

Everyone 👉🏻🥺🥰 she's so cute it's ridiculous!

Now Washio and Konoha totally knew each other had a crush on you

I do think they are all competitive but I also think they want to make you happy

And I think they will see how you are around each other

So they always start spending time together with you

"Hey YN, Washio and I will walk you home tonight?"- Konoha

"Can I come?"- Bokuto 🤪

"🌟 N O 🌟"- Washio says grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door

Please that act alone caused a 4 hour emo mode 🤚🏻

But Washio and Konoha do not care

They want you all to themselves

And they 👏🏻 deserve 👏🏻 you 👏🏻

Washio drinks from the female respect juice daily

Konoha is a little rough around the edges but we can train 💅🏼

They are very protective of you 100%

Now here me out 👀

They aren't worried about Bokuto

They see how you are with Bokuto on the daily ok

You love and care for Bokuto but you also know just how to deal with his emo modes

However 🙃 if there's one thing they don't particularly like, it's other middle blockers and wing spikers

So when they finish their first game and you are busy tending to managerial things

Two certain players approach you

Who you might ask??? Probably not someone you'd suspect

None other than Omimi and Osamu from Inarizaki 😱

*gasp* im doing it because Omimi is so underrated and the world needs more of him

And Osamu because well, Konoha would be so mad 🤣

"Hey there"- Osamu says walking up to you

"Oh HI! Can I help you?"- you 🥰

Omimi and Osamu 👉🏻❤️👄❤️

"Yeah we were just looking for the main arena"- Omimi adds

"Oh sure! Actually I'm headed there now I can show you the way"- you, our clueless angel

Omimi and Osamu 👉🏻 😏 excellent

Washio and Konoha pack up and head out to look for you

"Hey Kaori, where's YN?"- Washio says when he doesn't see you

"Oh she had to run over to the main arena"- Kaori says

"Ok cool"- Konoha says setting his gear down

"Yeah she was helping Inarizaki's middle blocker and wing spider find the main arena "- Yukie adds

Washio and Konoha look each other, then at Yukie 👉🏻😃 excuse me...

"Yeah she was helping them find the main-"

Before Yuki could even finish, Washio and Konoha are running 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️ out the door

"So you guys are from Inarizaki huh? You're both so tall! You must be playing Karasuno first"- You say, adorably

"Yeah we've heard they are an underdog"- Omimi says

"Oh they definitely aren't your normal team"- you say before you hear your name being shouted

Washio and Konoha are dodging people just to get to you

You 👉🏻 🌳 🧍‍♀️ 🌳

"Tatsuki, Akinori hi- HEY"- you scream while being pulled behind Konoha

"What do you think you are doing with our girl?"- Washio says all possessive like

Me and possessive guys istg-

"She's very much taken"- Konoha adds

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 I am??

"Whoo there, YN here was just being a sweetheart and showing us to the main arena"- Osamu adds 😏

"Yeah she is an absolute angel"- Omimi

Please these guys are great at freaking poking the bear

Washio and Konoha growl- yes GROWL at Omimi and Osamu

"Come on YN let's get out of here"- Washio says, grabbing your hand and pulling you away

Konoha holds your other hand as they both drag you through the area

You the entire time 👉🏻😲

YN was too stunned to speak

Outside the arena you all stop and they turn to you

"What-" you say before you are again interrupted

"YN we like you"- Washio

"Yeah YN, alot"- Konoha

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 I like you guys too

"YN will you be our girlfriend"- Washio

"What he said"- Konoha

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 what...

"Yn we've liked you a long time and we want you to be with us"- Washio

Konona just nodds

Man of few words when it comes to this stuff 😅

"🥺 You guys really like me?"- you say

"Of course we do YN. You are the cutest, funniest, sweetest-" Washio

"And hottest"- Konoha

Washio 👉🏻😐🙄 and hottest girl we know

You start to tear up as you scream for joy, hugging them and kissing their cheeks

Meanwhile, the entire team is gathered in the back watching this happen

"They finally made their move"- Yukie says

"It's about time. I was sick of seeming them fawn over her all the time"- Komi says rolling his eyes

Akaashi looks over and sees Bokuto crying

"Bokuto, what's wrong?"- Akaashi concerned

"I'm just- I'm just so happy for them"- Bokuto says crying and running towards you three 😭

Akaashi tries to warn you but it's too late 😬

Good thing you have the two bestest boys to protect you YN 🥰

[pavo-ocxllus]

Hello lovely! And before anything else, Congratulations💕!! I absolutely adore your writing, so I am thrilled to see you reach this milestone and ohmygosh this event is adorable 😭

For the event; I would like to purchase a ball with a silk flower and snapdragon corsage, with a dahlia. Pronouns are she/her And if possible, my character of choice is Washio from HQ (if you can't do him, just lemme know! I'll choose someone else)

❝ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… washio has a little trouble trying to save you. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… knight!washio x fem!royal!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… a ball ticket (royalty!au), silk flower (a royal!reader), snapdragon (enemy-to-lover!reader), dahlia (”you’re the bane of my existance, and the object of my desires” fluff, 3rd pov used (washio’s perspective), 0.9k words, enemies-to-lovers (but i feel like it isn’t enough HAHA) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… typed in lowercase as a stylistic choice, timeskip is implied, not proofread, probably not enough enemies but more lovers 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… tysm zap!! and omg ur pfp is everythinggggg- (i hope i wrote washio good enough!!)

“you go first.”

“no, you!”

the two continued to blatantly quarrel even more. though, most likely attributable to the surprising lack of sound they made, nobody else seemed to notice.

“you’re my personal guard,” she argued, attempting to push washio in front of her, much to her failure. regardless, she managed to get an embarrassingly good feel of how toned his shoulder blades were. “you’re supposed to get into danger before i do!”

“so i’m nothing more than cannon fodder for you, your majesty?” WASHIO inquired, unamused expression fitting snugly his facial features. eyebrows knitted together and lips pressed tightly in a frown, he stood his ground, letting a deep sigh spill from his mouth. “don’t waste your breath... you know that you’re supposed to be the one conversing to the suitors your mother set up for you, remember?”

her majesty practically had a vein pop from her forehead. 

“fine! clearly, you don’t want me around you!” she dramatically exclaimed, weakly pushing on her knight’s arm and stomping away cartoonishly. somehow, though the spotlight was on her for the evening, that wasn’t enough to make a scene. 

the tall man couldn’t help but feel a bead of sweat trickling from the back of his head, before shaking his head at his charge’s change of attitude. didn’t she want to stay behind her mere seconds ago?

he found himself exhaling heavily once more. he probably needed a break, anyways. 

washio had always been quite the gentle giant. hailing from a long line of blacksmiths, he’s always been the man who would charm the pastries from elderly women and end up getting a strangely strong pat on the back from their husbands whenever he successfully completed a task for them or for no reason in particular. the man who was always the target of children when they want him to carry them across his hometown, whether that be on his shoulders, his back, his arms, hell, even his legs, he was always happy to provide them a human form of transportation. 

oddly enough, this never seemed to be the case when it came to the princess. absolutely bizarre, wasn’t it? one of the most influential people in the kingdom couldn’t seem to get their royal guard of all people to cooperate with her!

well, honestly, it wasn’t as if she even bothered with trying to get along with him. if anything, she was the one who seemed to initiate their petty rivalry in the first place, like almost every interaction with him. the man had always been rather silent, but he seems to have no problem with communicating when it came to the princess.

he found himself wandering toward the table lavishly filled with refreshments and treats. washio recalled her father telling him that like his daughter, this was time for him to get to know his co-workers. he was fairly new to working at the palace after all, and much to his dismay, the only person he had prolonged exposure to was the princess. regardless, he somehow felt weird when thinking of encountering the fellow knights and staff working here. unfamiliar, even. 

before washio got the chance to ponder this feeling even further, there was something, perhaps an instinct that tugged inside his stomach, urging him to look behind him, where he left her behind. naturally, he did, only to find her highness talking to a fellow noble, though he couldn’t get a read on the situation.

it wasn’t anything special or extraordinary; for some reason, he felt it was, though not necessarily in a positive light. his stomach started to churn, eyes furrowing together and lips tightening in a frown once more. it was really nothing more than a slight change in expression, yet if anyone were to look at him, they could instantly tell that something was up. 

he wasn’t able to stop himself, navigating the crowd encompassing the princess, muttering quiet apologies to the bodies his shoulders brushed against. her majesty was always on her mind, certainly no doubt about that. whatever antics she was even considering, washio always had to be five steps ahead. whether that meant lying awake at night or through his lunch breaks, he was always analyzing her. from her grin that he always knew meant bad news to the way her eyes gleamed, with what was something washio hadn’t figured out. 

it was definitely because of his job—how else could he explain the feeling swelling up in his chest when he’s about to corner her, only to find that she’s pulling her usual prank on him, which would only seem to bloom; as told through his heart that was loud enough for her to hear when it was just the two of them?

before long, he found himself in front of the princess and the aristocrat she was speaking to, looking at the sudden intruder in their discussion. 

“is there anything you need?” asked an unknown voice, washio immediately concluding that it wasn’t who he was looking for, thus to be ignored. before he could repeat himself, he stepped in front of him, eyes focused on her highness and only her, putting them in a position way too close for a guard and a member of royalty to be in.

“...washio?” 

he cleared his throat, assessing his current circumstances. it was obvious he wasn’t a member of the nobility. it was normal in the castle, but her being seen interacting with him outside of his duties could be seen as scandalous.

as, in the words of many of the princess’s acquaintances, a “lowly commoner” such as himself, he never quite understood the manners of elite society. granted, he wasn’t even sure what to do with his conflicting emotions battling it out in his heart. regardless, it didn’t stop his mouth from moving on its own accord, asking—

“may i share your first dance?”

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. <𝟑

[iwaizumis-bitch]

where they cum

NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

includes most characters (TIMESKIP) x fem reader

inside you (with you on birth control or with a condom on); sakusa, yamaguchi, iwaizumi, matsukawa, washio, aone

inside you (to get you pregnant); bokuto, osamu, ennoshita, ukai

on your ass: ushijima, kuroo, yamamoto, nishinoya, kyotani, kunimi, semi

on your tits: tsukishima, kyotani, futakuchi, sugawara, suna, akaashi

on your face: kenma, asahi, iwaizumi, kindaichi, kita, atsumu, terushima

down your throat: sakusa, makki, konoha, aran, tendou, kawanishi

[mizugiyuu]

clair de lune (ll)

part one

pairings: suna rintarou x fem!reader genre: angst, fluff warning: swearing word count: 5k

even after seven years later, his heart would still beat so fast from seeing your smile.

“as of tonight, ms himari will end the show with one last song but before that, tell me, do you have any particular reason why you chose to play this song?”

“oh, it’s nothing special. every time i play this song it’ll remind me of the most romantic confession. ‘the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?’” she chuckled.

“huh? we can’t see well from the studio but i think the moon is indeed beautiful.” the host commented as the pianist chuckled. “while most people wouldn’t get it, the phrase directly translates as ‘i love you’. don’t you think it’s romantic?” she asked in a dreamy voice.

the host chuckled agreeing how indeed that could be one of the best ways to mask a confession if someone was too nervous to say those three words out loud.

“—thus we’ll end this live podcast with one of the most beautiful pieces gifted from the moon. ‘til next time, thank you for listening.”

the low octaves started to play, softly forming a tune of familiarity. clair de lune played for the first time this year that was coming to an end. the melody that some people deemed romantic started to slowly made its way, dancing through the listener’s hearing senses.

suna looked up from his phone, contemplating if he should just stop the podcast. his airpods continued to pour his ears with the nostalgic yet bittersweet tune. a sigh heaved its way from his lips, coming out as frost smoke due to the cold weather indicating that winter is here.

eventually, before the melody got to the wistful part, he instantly stopped the podcast and removed his airpods. it had always been like this, he could never listen to that song no matter how he silently loved it. that was the only way, the only rule he created for himself in order for him to stop thinking about you.

regretfully, it had been seven years since that sombre day you left him. yet sadly, there was not one day that he failed to remember you. he wasn’t sure why he was doing so when he was over you, or at least he believed so.

it brought him to the point that he started to listen to classical music podcasts. a part of him was trying to find solace even after all those years. maybe he hoped to hear your voice as one of the guests in the show, and maybe he really wanted to see you one last time for a proper goodbye.

“yo, suna!”

the named boy hadn’t realise that he was already in front of their practice stadium. washio waved at him as he approached the younger, suna gave him a small smile before the two proceeded into the much warmer place.

he pursued professional volleyball as you predicted, he wasn’t entirely sure with his decision at first but he came to realise that he really enjoyed playing on court. his new teammates was a bunch of fun people too, overall he was doing fine.

suna went on with his day of a normal practice, going through his serves, practice matches and polishing his overall skills as a professional player. when it was finally time for a break, he started to do some cool down stretches and reached for his phone to order some delivery.

washio was next to him while they both casually conversed until komori came. the three was talking about how the city was about to be packed as christmas was approaching and that people were coming back to town. soon enough the streets and the shops would be filled with people going out for christmas shopping or simply just having a stroll together.

“oh by the way, are you free this weekend?” komori queried in which washio replied he had a family dinner. suna simply shook his head as he hadn’t make any plans for this weekend yet.

komori’s eyes seemed to lighten up at the reply, “nice. i caught you listening to classical music once, so i think you might like this.” he said as he handed suna a pair of tickets to a symphony concert. he wasn’t really a fan of an orchestra but it didn’t hurt to attend one as he only had plans of sleeping in for the weekend anyway.

“by the way, if you have the chance to meet their pianist, tell her i’m sorry i couldn’t make it.” komori added which surprised the latter. “you know one of the performers?” washio questioned. komori nodded rather casually, “not really, she’s friends with my cousin but i got the invitation from her though.” he jested.

suna thanked komori as he kept the tickets in his bag, making sure to consider it properly later.

suna contacted osamu, wondering if he wasn’t busy this weekend in which he got a reply that he and atsumu had to return to hyogo for a family dinner. contacting kita was just out of his list, suna knows that the guy wasn’t into classical music.

he asked ginjima and the guy told him that he couldn’t make it as well as he and his wife, kiko were out on a holiday. no one was really available as it was a holiday, so suna thought that maybe there wasn’t a need for him to go to the concert. he could always come home early to celebrate with his family instead.

eventually after much contemplation, he decided he would attend. he had been listening to way too many podcasts anyway, might as well watch a real life performance for once. it was a shame that no one could accompany him, but he didn’t mind attending alone.

it was a black tie occasion, much to his nerves. luckily he had a suit that was required to wear whenever his team had a conference. suna put them on, fixing the black bow tie he bought yesterday just to complete the look.

once he was satisfied, he left his apartment and headed to the venue with his black maserati. he listened to the radio, finding any sort of distraction to ease his heart out. he wasn’t so sure why he was so nervous to attend a formal event, maybe because he was attending alone?

nonetheless, when he pulled over and walked down the red carpet to the entrance, he caught a lot of the paparazzi’s attention. none of them expected him to be there but they would dig any stories they could. luckily, he managed to dodge their questions and peacefully made it to the hall where the concert was about to start.

he sat a little bit further from the stage, taking the one next to the stairs as all the other seats were occupied with couples attending together. clutching the pamphlet in his hands, he was about to read it out of boredom when the lights were switched off and the host appeared on stage.

the man welcomed all of the guests and did a brief introduction of the performers, having everyone bore in mind that the concert will end with a solo performance from a pianist that was specially invited to perform. suna’s ears perked up, this must be the one komori mentioned.

sadly, he couldn’t see her face as his seat was way too further and only her side was seen towards the crowd. the orchestra continued with a series of classical music, most that he could recognise so easily due to his little hobby.

mozart, beethoven, franz liszt. all the familiar melody was languishing him over the thought of you playing in the music room while he drown himself in deep slumber.

just why was it so hard for him to forget about you? he tried dating a few people but none of it ever worked as he constantly found himself comparing them to you.

you, you, you.

it was always you in his mind no matter how he hated to admit it. yet sadly, he never had the courage to look for you or even call you. truth be told, suna was afraid that it might be one sided, he feared that you might’ve forgotten about him. and that fear led him to years of awaiting.

and still as he watched the performance, his mind was only filled with you. he wondered if you were in vienna performing like this as well? he conjectured that you were probably a star performer by now, making your name known in a foreign country like you said you would.

if only he could listen to you play just one more time.

without he realised, the play came to an end and he heard the audience applauding. suna looked around, wondering if he was allowed to leave until the host appeared on the stage again.

a spotlight shone upon him, showing off his shimmering smile to the crowd as he continued to explain the little background about the symphony just now.

“and now, for the grand finale.” he exclaimed ever so dramatically. “we’ll have our guest of honour who flew all the way from vienna to enchant us with her special performance.”

“ladies and gentlemen, let’s welcome l/n y/n to the stage.”

suna’s attention was instantly fixed on the stage, the familiar city name caught his attention. he told himself that it was too much of a miracle for it to be you, but his breath hitched when he saw the lady walked into the spotlight.

you wore a type of ball gown that was coloured in grey and it glowed resembling the moonlight. the off shoulder neckline was showing your beautiful skin, and the waistband would sparkle whenever light bounced off the beads. the floral patterned skirt was adding the right touch of a sophisticated whimsy, perfect for a star.

suna was completely frozen in his seat, his eyes glued to you on stage. it was really you. you were smiling as the host talked a little about your background, and you kept on smiling as you looked at the crowd. for a moment, you were looking in his direction, but can you see him? do you see him?

you thanked the host, as he gave way for you to talk about the performance. “it’s been seven years since i returned, it feels so good to come home.” you started, your voice was resonating in the hall. as you were about to explain the song you would be playing for the closing, you felt a lump in your throat.

even after all those years, you could never forget about the boy you met in the music room. you never admitted your true feelings for him because to you, you were out of his league. you knew that he would never look at you in that way, you even feared that he might laugh if you ever say how you feel for him.

so you kept it to yourself, hid it in the small space of your heart as you pursued your dreams.

“the song i’ll be playing next is a popular one, it’s called clair de lune.” you looked at the crowd, the audience that used to be just one sleepy boy had turned into thousands of elites paying to listen. “frankly speaking, the last time i played this song was seven years ago.” you chuckled nervously.

“i never had a favourite song ever since i started taking piano lessons, i thought that all pieces were special in their own way. but thanks to this special person, i grew to love clair de lune more than the rest. he told me it was his favourite song, i guess i stole it from him.” your joke made the audience chuckle.

suna’s heart was hammering against his ribcage as he watched you. he thought that his ears and eyes were deceiving him, but as you explained about clair de lune, he couldn’t help but to fall for you all over again. maybe the reason why he kept listening to those podcasts was because he hoped to hear the same song again. none of his dates worked out because in his heart there was only ever you.

as the host playfully asked “so, where is this special person now?” there was a solemn look in your expression that you hid with a dazzling smile. “i’m not sure, i wish i could see him again. we lost contact when i moved to vienna.” the tone of your voice was evident that you missed him.

“i just hope that whenever he hears this song, he’ll look at the moon and see how beautiful it shines and i hope he’ll be reminded that i once played it for him.”

and thus the audience clapped for you as the spotlight finally shifted to the grand piano in the middle of the stage. you took a seat there, making yourself comfortable before you took a deep breath.

seven years, that was awfully an old time. you didn’t even practice the song beforehand and now you deemed to regret it. you weren’t really afraid of making a mistake and embarrass yourself in front of a huge audience, you were rather scared that you had forgotten how to play it.

every time you were told to choose a song, your first thought would be clair de lune, but in the end you never performed it. however this time, now that you have returned to the same country where love first bloomed in your heart, you decided that you had to stop running away.

as you pressed the first few chords, you can tell that your fingers were stiff, your shoulders were aching from the stillness of your body. you took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself, remembering what all the lessons you had in order to become an enchanting performer. however, none of it helped.

to you suna was indelible, and you dreaded that you missed him so much. thus, you changed your whole perception, just so you could finish this song.

your mind drifted to the music room in your temporary high school, the old room that no one barely remembered except for you and hopefully him too. you imagined the out of tune piano as this grand one you’re playing. and slowly, as if you were shifted back in time, you could see a glimpse of him seated next to you.

the little teasing he would do whenever he felt like disrupting your concentration, the squint of his beautiful eyes as he listened to you explain about his homework. suna was always beautiful in your memory, all those stolen glances down the hallway, and the little touches you shared from a particular song.

creases that formed on his forehead as he kept messing up the keys, the smile that unknowingly made its way to his face as he got them right in one try and lastly, that final beautiful tune that formed when he played the song without knowing you were watching. that one last day you two ever saw each other.

the song came to an end as you opened your eyes, there were tears at the corner of your eyes as you recalled the memory. quickly, you masked it with a smile as the audience clapped loudly for you. thanking them, the drop curtains closed as you catch a pair of eyes looking right at you with the same longing expression you had.

your feet was starting to sore from the heels and the long standing of greeting the vips. you were getting a little irritated with the same questions they would ask you at every event, it was like a mantra. this time around, they were curious of the man you mentioned.

you had to politely repeat your answer that he was just a figment of your memory and that you haven’t seen him since.

after some time, you managed to escape and hid in the quiet hallways. you were hoping to see your friend, but sadly she couldn’t make it. you tried to make your presence as unnoticed as possible as you walked past the few people chatting along the corridor.

in the end, you settled to an unoccupied balcony that gave away the most breathtaking view of the city. certainly it wasn’t the brightest idea to stand and gaze outside when your dress was exposing your skin to the freezing weather.

without notice, your numbing shoulder was draped with a jacket. your eyes rounded from the contact as you turned around to thank the person when you finally realise who it was.

those familiar eyes that once gave you so much encouragement and joy was looking back at you, a lopsided grin on his face as his face heated up upon seeing you for the first time.

“s-suna?” your voice unintentionally quivered from the cold and from the surprise. you took a step towards him as he did the same. “hey.” hearing his voice again reminded you of high school, and how much you truly missed him.

suna considered approaching you as soon as the concert ended but he couldn’t find the exact moment. you were surrounded by so many people, greeting them with the sweetest smile as he watched from afar, feeling immensely proud of where you are now. and when he saw you walking to the balcony, he wrapped his jacket on the spur of moment as a friendly gesture.

“it’s really you.” this time you bravely took a step towards him as you held both of his arms. he had his palm rested on your elbows as the two of you were caught in a silence while just staring at each other. there were too many unspoken words from both of you, no one knew where to start.

“i watched you play, you were astonishing.” a smile made its way to his lips as he gaze at you intently. he couldn’t believe you were here in front of him. your face heated up from the compliment, a little embarrassed from him being so blunt.

before, suna was always one to beat around the bush. often teasing than complimenting. “you enjoy symphony concerts now?” you asked, dodging the topic that was making your heart beat erratically. “i got tickets from a friend, he couldn’t attend.” he chuckled. “he said he got the them from you.”

“komori?” you wondered, he was the only guy that you gave a personal invitation. suna nodded his head, surprised that komori wasn’t actually lying. “oh that’s sad, he’s been wanting to watch me play.” you uttered and the latter wondered how you two knew each other.

“i’m friends with his cousin, kaori. she was my senior during my studies in vienna. she’s an awfully gorgeous and talented student, literally everyone’s favourite.” you told him as you two leaned against the balcony, back facing the view as you chatted.

you adjusted his jacket around your shoulders, having your stomach doing somersaults as you thought of it romantically. “i take it that you’re a professional player now?” you queried, stealing glances at him. suna, who was gazing at the moon from above looked down towards you before nodding.

“i had nothing else to do anyway, volleyball is the only thing i enjoy.” he said before gulping, and finally he looked at you. “other than sleeping in the drum room while you lull me with music” he added. it caused the two of you to laugh at the memory.

“the moon, huh?” he thought aloud out of the blue, remembering clearly what you said earlier on stage. you looked at him with surprise as suna pushed himself from the railing and turned to look at you.

he moved before he could think, but he didn’t exactly regret his actions. he doesn’t know when you might leave again, and so he thought this might be the only chance he has.

“you know, i couldn’t bring myself to listen to clair de lune ever since you left.” he said, he was looking behind you, at the city lights. “i hated that all that song ever reminded me was of you. i couldn’t stop thinking about you even after all those years.”

“suna, i’m sorr—”

“don’t say that.” he stopped you as he finally locked eyes with you. “don’t apologise for making me fall for you.” he offered you a smile, but he looked uncertain, afraid even.

you had never seen him so vulnerable. he was demonstrating his emotions so clearly for you to see, hoping that it would reach you.

“no.” you said and his smile fell, suna’s heart was ripping out, and it felt like it was about to tear apart again after seven years of restoring them. “i have to apologise first. i was wrong for leaving you like that.”

even if you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms at the moment, you can never forgive yourself for what you did to him. it was wrong for you to leave him hanging, even as a friend. you could never live up to your true feelings for him unless he forgive you.

“i was afraid.” you looked at your shoes, embarrassed of the childish act you did during your first year of high school. “i found myself developing a crush on you, i didn’t even realise it until i got the offer to vienna.” you admitted, your heart was in your throat but you had to continue.

“it was such a stupid thing to do, i thought there was no way you’d like me back. so i decided that the best way to get rid of the growing feeling was to leave immediately. im truly sorry, you didn’t deserve to be left hanging even as a friend.” you sighed, finally relief of the years of guilt.

however, when his hand held your face, directing your gaze towards him as he looked at you with eyes full of yearning, you couldn’t help but to melt. “i never hated you, i even tried to but i just couldn’t. i would never.” he said as his thumb softly caressed your cheek.

you were brought to the day you met him, a tired expression basked on his face as he opened his eyes to see who was peeping at him through the door. if you had thought that he was stunning then, he was even more ravishing now. unknowingly, a tear escaped from your eyes as you looked at him.

“now why would you cry?” he mused, his expression was lovesick.

you laughed at his question, rolling your eyes slightly as you heart settled down now that you know that your feelings reciprocated. “what took you so long?” the tears were flowing again when you look at him.

it felt as if time was frozen by the cold winter and there was only the two of you. the moonlight allowed both of you to see each other in the shadows clearly, to comprehend that it was no longer a dream but a reality: you were in each other’s arms.

the cold that was biting you before was replaced with a warm feeling that spread from your chest. all those seven years weren’t just plain vain and full of waiting, a beautiful bloom was there between you two.

he loves you, just as long and as much as you had loved him.

suna leaned forward, unsure of your response but he was willing to take the risk. when he was an inch away from capturing your lips, his heart skipped a beat as he caught you closing your eyes. with a smile, he did what should’ve been done years ago. he finally kissed you.

in the kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed in a single moment. all the years of longing vanished in a single heated touch. your arms wrapped around his neck, pressing him closer just so you could kiss him better.

his lips felt so warm against your trembling ones. his hand held your face firmly as the other one wrapped around your middle to lever your body towards his. all the other sounds of the world went silent as you focus on your entangled lips, memorising the sweet taste of it under the twinkling sky.

suna kept his eyes half opened, sneaking a guilty peek at you every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn’t a product of his imagination. you felt so delicate in arms, he was afraid to lose you again. he had been waiting for so long for this to happen and he was to make sure that he’ll cherish it forever.

he rested his forehead against yours as the two of you tried to catch your breaths. a smile on his lips as he realised that this was really happening. he pulled you in his embrace as he looked at the moon above the two of you.

the heat from the kiss spread warmth to your cheeks as you buried your face at the crook of his neck,bhis cologne carving its way to your mind. you noticed he was gazing at the sky and so you did the same, your eyes meeting his for a brief second before you caught his smile.

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

suna opened his eyes, the pillows beneath him were too fluffy to keep him awake. he buried his face until he heard footsteps running down the hallway before it dissipated. he reached out an arm next to him only to find it empty.

he hummed, waves of fatigue washing through him as he pushed himself off the bed. he looked around in his room, and surprisingly he was alone. walking into the bathroom, he brushed his teeth, slowly eyeing his surroundings. he found no trace of another person, where had you gone to?

he threw a shirt on as he made his way out of the room to look for you. somehow, as he opened the door to his bedroom, he found a little girl dressed in a pastel blue dress. her hair was let loose with two identical clips on each side of her head, but she looked slightly annoyed and finally her lips formed into a smile when she saw him.

“you’re awake!” she exclaimed, small hands grabbed on his trousers. “i want mummy to teach me how to play the piano, tell her to teach me.” she gleefully explained and she looked at him with hopeful eyes, the same golden green eyes staring back at his. suna gave her a smile as he crouched down and grabbed her hands.

“where’s mummy?” he asked, his fingers gently brushing her hair back from covering her pouting face. the girl looked at him. “outside with katsuki, he wouldn’t stop crying.” hearing so, suna took the girl’s hand as they descended down the stairs.

as he stepped into the small garden outside, he found you still dressed in your nightgown with a little boy in your arms. his small arm wrapped around your neck as the other one stretched to point at something he saw on the tree.

his heart swelled at the scene before him. it was an adorable sight to see you talked to the boy while he absentmindedly wonder off to the squirrel on the tree. you barely noticed his presence until the little girl pulled her hand away from him and ran towards you.

“mummy! teach me piano, please.” she pleaded as she tugged on your skirt. “mizuki, i would but i can’t leave your brother alone. have you woken up your father?” you asked as you apologetically looked at the child.

“i’m awake.” suna casually announced causing you to look at him. he walked over to you as he caressed the boy’s cheek with his forefinger. the baby’s attention shifted from the squirrel on the tree and to his father, as his arm left your neck and extended them both towards him.

suna picked him from you as the baby giggled. “finally,” you sighed. “you sleep for too long.” you playfully crossed your arms as he shifted his gaze from his son to you. “i’m sorry, why was he crying?” he asked, often glancing at the boy as he moved.

“a squirrel jumped into his room and he got scared. he wouldn’t go back to bed, i had to carry him around from dawn.” you pouted as you pinched katsuki’s cheeks. “aw, there’s nothing to be afraid of. they won’t hurt you buddy.” suna said as he angled the child’s body towards the tree.

“sorry, i know it’s supposed to be my turn.” suna apologised as he leaned in and gave you a kiss on the lips, earning a yuck from mizuki. you chuckled at your eldest daughter, ruffling her hair. “come on, i’ll teach you daddy’s favourite song.” you said as you took her hand and guided her back into the house.

soon enough, suna joined the two of you as the lovely melody poured throughout the room. he watched you from aside, his son in his arms and his little girl sitting next to you by the piano. he watched you play as he remembered the first time he did so.

the day he fell in love just by watching you from the side: your eyes closed, your emotions pouring out through your play, the smile that never fades from your beautiful face. he fell for you even harder when you considered him a friend and even taught him how to play. from that day onward, suna knew that whenever he hears clair de lune playing, he’ll think of the moon and how it blessed the two of you together.

note: katsuki and mizuki are japanese names that have relation to the meaning moonlight and i just find them appropriate for this story 🥺

also,, dad suna is just so cute im gonna go and cry now :”))) thank you for all the love and support <33

merry christmas!!

[sachirou-senpai]

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[kodzuken-pie]

Request: bokuto decides to make a big gesture of love and goes to your window late one night. Plot twist: it's the wrong window. love your work!

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[ A/N : The way I was so hyped to write this~ I had so many ideas for this omg. Thank you by the way! Hope you enjoy this one too! ]

Pairing : agedup!Bokuto x fem!reader

Prompt : Outside the window

Warnings : none

Word count : 1037

[ Also if you know the song “Nasa iyo na ang lahat” by Daniel Padilla, that’s what I imagine him singing for you at the end! If he learned to speak Tagalog for you~ ]

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— ♪ Harana ♪ —

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[ translation: “Harana” means to woo a woman by singing underneath her window at night, it’s also a way of courting someone in the Philippines! ]

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You were woken up by the sound of music blasting from outside. Rubbing your eyes as you get up to look outside and you lazily walk over to your window, dragging your feet across the wooden floor. You yawned as you opened the window and stuck your head out, about to yell at them to shut up but you didn’t because you realized it wasn’t just anyone just playing music loudly at one am outside. It was, in fact, your boyfriend, Bokuto Koutaro with some of his friends from high school.

“K-KOU?” Your eyes widened and then you rushed out of your room, grabbing a sweater on your way out.

Rushing down the stairs and stepping out into the cold air of the night, you wave the boys over. You only caught the attention of one of them though. Akaashi turned his head to look at you, realizing that they were standing in front of the wrong house and bothering the wrong person.

“Bokuto-San..” he tugged on Bokuto’s jacket, making him turn.

“What is it Akaashi?” He saw you as he turned his head, freezing on the spot and looking very confused. “Huh?”

“We’re at the wrong window.” Akaashi deadpans, his lips pressing into a thin flat line. “Guys, you can stop now. We’re at the wrong window.” He waves his hand and motions for the others to stop.

The guys stopped and turned their head towards where Akaashi and Bokuto were looking, mouths gaping with shock. They all collectively look at Bokuto, who was just staring at you, seeming like he was in a trance. He walked slowly towards you and engulfed you with warmth as his arms wrapped around your figure.

“Babyyyy~” He coos as he lifts you up, nuzzling against your neck.

“Hi babe~” You say sweetly, craning your head to kiss his cheek.

The others just stood there, across the other lawn then looked at each other and laughed. Watching as their former ace swoon over you.

“He already forgot why we were here huh?” Konoha puts a hand on his hip and shakes his head.

“Of course he did!” Sarukui chimed.

They then pick up their instruments and walk over to the pair. Konoha strumming his guitar as they get closer. This made you look over and see what the boys were holding. You suddenly realize why they were there an ungodly hour in the night.

“Kou? Did you plan on singing in front of my window? Like a harana?” You ask as you look at him.

“Oh.” He turns around and sees the guys, remembering that he was indeed there to sing for you. “Yes!” He says simply as he looks back at you, smiling excitedly.

“Well, If you still want to sing for me, I think we should head inside.” You notice the lights from your neighbors houses turn on one by one and you get a little worried.

“Hey! This is cute and all but it is one in the morning, so can you please take this inside your house?” Your neighbor, a sweet old lady, calls out from her window as she stuck her head out.

“Sorry!” You say apologetically, bowing multiple times.

You take your boyfriend’s hand and drag him inside your house, gesturing for the others to follow behind you. They follow behind you, Akaashi closing the door behind him and locking it. Your boyfriend in turn, making himself at home as he crashes on the couch.

“Bokuto-san, please give space for us to sit.” Akaashi says as he walks towards the couch, pulling Bokuto up.

“Baby, Can you sit up please?” You sweetly say and pat Akaashi’s back. “Do you guys want anything to drink or to eat for that matter?”

They all shake their heads and politely decline. Bokuto then sits up and slumps back against the couch. For some reason, he had a smug and proud look on his face.

“What’s up with the look, Bokuto?” Konoha raises a questioning eyebrow at him.

“He probably thinks we’re jealous cause he has a girlfriend.” Washio says as he snickers.

“Exactly!” Bokuto cheers, having an even more smug look on his face.

Just then, you walk back from the kitchen. You were holding a glass filled with Bokuto’s favorite drink and a bowl of his favorite snack, setting them down on the coffee before. You yelp as he pulls you down onto his lap, your face instantly heating up out of embarrassment.

“B-Bokuto!!” You playfully smack his chest and pout.

“What Princess? Don’t tell me you're embarrassed?” He teased you a bit before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Shut up!” You turn your face away from him and cross your arms.

Bokuto pouts in turn as you look away, looking like a sad little puppy. The other then looked at each other and laughed, making you two look at them curiously.

“You two are like made for each other or something!” Sarukui bellows as he wipes a fake tear away.

“Just like two peas in a pod!” Konoha interjected, holding his laughter back.

The two of you then look at Akaashi, having the same exact confused expression on your faces. This made Akaashi laugh, covering his mouth as he did so.

“Woah! Did we do that?” Bokuto looks at you and you turn to look at him too.

“I think we did.” You say, almost gasping.

“You two are just very much alike!” He says after he’s settled down. “Also, Bokuto-san, weren’t you supposed to sing a song for your princess?”

“Yeah! I was!” He hugs you tightly and lifts you up as he stands.

He carefully sets you back down on the couch, pushing the cup and bowl aside to sit on the coffee table. He then looks at the others as they grab their instruments, nodding and mouthing ‘ready?’ at them. They all nodded and unison then Bokuto starts to snap his fingers, Konoha following as he strums his guitar.

Bokuto starts to sing his heart out to you. Right then you realize just how lucky you were to have such an amazing boyfriend, your heart swelling with love in your chest. The night going on filled with laughter and music.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

EJP Finding Our Miss Manager is a Pole Dancer

Warning: tiny bit suggestive, Swearing

A/N: This is pt 1 of 2 requested by @jessiegerl!

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Can't stop thinking about poly washio x konoha x fukurodani fem manager reader

👀👀👀👀 ANON WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME 😭😭😭😭 Please imma need a full hc request of this!!! Ok you know what, I'm writing it down because there is NO WAY I'm letting this idea go EVER!