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FUCK MY HEART 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

say you’re mine

pairing — akaashi keiji x gn!reader ; per a request, reader has slight anxiety and underconfidence issues

warnings — drinking but you’re both of age and its like a shot lmao

word count — 2.0k~

request — From @babyybokutoakaashi​ ; ‘It is my first time asking for a fic request but can i ask for Akaashi fic. I dont have any specifics. Maybe his s/o can have a resemblance to me, like a not confident person and being anxious even on the little things. Its okay too if you dont’

an — i’m so happy i’m your first request! you’re also the first request i’ve taken so besties 👯‍♀️ hope you like this fic, i really wanted to write for akaashi anyways so let’s make a fic of it 🥳 hope you enjoy!!

inspo — sofia by clairo

akaashi keiji has been an enigma to you despite the plethora of years you’d known him. not in the way that you didn’t know what he liked — you know he prefers his coffees with creamer and three sugars, that if he was wearing his glasses it’s because his contacts probably dried out, and you know that if he wears his old fukurodani sweater that he’s working on editing another piece for udai, but you never knew how he truly felt about you.

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PLSSSS I AM SO IN LOVE

akaashi doesn’t want a tutor. he needs one, but that doesn’t mean he wanted one. he’s not even sure how it was recommended to him in the first place, weren’t his grades good enough?

his pencil bends under the force of his thumb at the thought, holding back the urge to roll his eyes at whoever the teacher thought would be suitable to explain english literature to him.

english literature. to him of all people. his pencil bends a bit harsher this time, teetering on the edge of snapping in half.

gosh - he hated english literature. not because he failed at it, but because he loved reading enough to understand that this class would do nothing but destroy his creativity and make writing feel like a chore.

so between all that, and the fact that he’s been needing to clock more volleyball hours for the upcoming nationals, he guesses he can understand why a tutor was brought up to him.

“sorry, i’m late!” you walk up to his seat, apologizing, and the second he sees you - the pencil in his thumb breaks.

you?

you smile, shy, maybe polite too, “ah shit, terrible first impression huh?”

on the contrary. you’ve been making impressions left and right to akaashi, and none of them he’d ever use the word terrible to describe.

so, maybe he had a little crush. not that he’d ever tell you about it, but what are the chances that the one person he found a bit more lovely than the rest would be the person to tutor him.

“it’s fine,” he tells you, curtious, “i really didn’t wait long.” he smiles, lying.

you nod, appreciative of the fact that he was being so nice about it, you introduce yourself, he tells you his name, and you briefly mentioned how pretty it was before he tells you if you’ve ever heard yours.

you smile at him, “flattery will get you nowhere.”

“it wasn’t my intention,” he tells you, but you don’t miss the tiny glint in his eyes as he does.

you grin, laughing the small banter away, and you sit next to him, eyeing the broken piece of pencil in his hand but you decide to not mention it anyways.

you look to him, “well, we better get started or we won’t get anything done today.”

akaashi has a better look at you now, especially considering how you sat so close to him that he could just reach out and push your hair away, not that he would, but he could, and that made it unexpectedly difficult to concentrate at anything other than you.

akaashi thinks, not for the first time, how pretty your eyes are, and that thought is shortly followed by a smile, everything about you was lovely.

“where do we start?” you ask him, eyeing his notebooks, and you grin, “the sooner we begin the faster we could go home.”

he frowns for a second - hoping that you don’t notice, and he glances at the book he kept by his side, “i’m having a lot of trouble actually.”

it’s not like he was lying, he hated english literature, but it’d be wrong of him to admit that he only said that because he needed help in freaking english.

“well, that’s okay too,” you smile that same politeness, akaashi finds it charming, “i don’t mind staying for how long.”

he doesn’t mind too, not when you stared at him so intently with those eyes of yours, and he thinks about how inconvenient it was for him to get stuck with you as a tutor since he’s sure he won’t ever get to focus on his textbooks as much as he’d like to focus on you.

really, how inconvenient. he thinks, a relentless smile on his face.

I just- 🥺🥺🥺

this is day2 of me being hardworking and tired hi gib me some attention

Fine, since you have been working hard😌

“Keiji?”

“Hm?” Akaashi tried to hide the hint of amusement in his tone as he continued typing on his laptop, but now with you permanently glued to his chest.

“I’m so tired...”

“Yeah?” he smiled, patting the back of your head when you rubbed your face against his jumper. It was so warm and smells like the sun and softener, you sunk deeper into the comforting presence of your lover as you sighed.

“I worked so hard today,” you whined, peeking up to watch his expression.

“Did you?” he chuckled. His fingers weaved into your hair and gently kneaded against your scalp, he bite his lips to stop the grin that was crawling on his face as he watched you quite literally melting into a puddle under his touch.

Cute.

You nodded before leaning your jaw on his collar, looking up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could manage. “Can I ask for a reward?”

He laughed and you felt your heart swelling at the way his eyes pursed into two thin lines. He took his glasses off and you looked right into his eyes to see your own reflection swimming amidst the sea of stars twinkling.

He’s so pretty.

You closed your eyes when you felt the soft contact on your forehead, the warmth of his lips lingering before he pulled back.

“Good job.”

this is so beautiful and i’m crying

「Light: Summer Storm Edition; 光：夏雨篇」

important: as we resume hq posts, please do not forget the feelings and activism that we have built up over the past weeks/months/decades. these fights are far from over. and as always, my inbox is open to you.

pairing: akaashi keiji x gn!reader.

summary: summer comes in full force, and akaashi needs his source of light.

warning: fluff.

word count: 510.

a/n: big thank you to @occasional-haikyuu for beta-ing + being a light through The Cerebral Mess ;-; this edition of light is a take on atmospherically “light” vs. “dense”, as well as the usual symbolic + optical “light”. not that it works in chinese though ;;;

It’s raining, and I miss you.

June.

Akaashi woke up not minutes ago. The room is barely lit in a dark, dusky glow, and through his bedroom windows, he vaguely registers the distant rumbles rolling in. Rain tumbles down, pelting at the glass panes before buffering into gentle waterfalls. Their thin trails soften the pale morning light for his drowsy mind, leaving the world outside behind.

Akaashi rolls to his side, looking out at the grey sky, hazy, and the thought breathes into him again.

It’s raining, and I miss you.

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this is too hot i-

Snare

Keiji Akaashi x Reader (Haikyuu!!)

WC: 3k

TW: Exhibitionism, Degradation, Teasing, Begging, Bratty Reader, Daddy Kink, Spitting, Spanking, Asphyxiation, Mirror Fucking, Jealousy

A/N: This is my (extremely late) secret santa gift for @deathcab4daddy. Forever sorry that it took me this long to finish, but I wanted to make sure it was perfect; hope you enjoy it love! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Irritation is not an emotion Keiji feels often. Trying as you are, he prides himself on keeping a level head and soft tone, only ever offering the truth with a smile. It’s only right, considering how much experience he’s had dealing with explosive personalities.

Tonight, he can feel himself slipping.

It’s not that you’re being explicitly difficult; hell, you’ve been nothing short of an angel all day. From the breakfast you served him in bed to the time you spent lounging and simply enjoying each other’s presences, it seemed like Kuroo’s Christmas party was bound to be the icing on the cake to a perfect day. And when he watched you glide out in a short, velvety dress—all long, lustrous legs and bare shoulders—Keiji was positive nothing could ruin his mood.

“Yeah, ‘Kaashi was so plastered he face-planted in front of his date,” Bokuto’s deep baritone rings out amongst the throngs of guests, “and to make it worse, he puked all over her dress!”

“Kōtarō, please,” you let out a giggle dipped in one too many glasses of champagne, manicured fingers grazing his larger friend’s bicep and lingering just a second too long for Keiji’s liking. He knows that his friend’s story is all in good fun, that your gesture is innocent, that the casual word, ‘please,’ is nothing compared to the strings of prayers and curses alike that he has you sobbing beneath the sheets most nights.

So he remains silent, hands stuffed in his pockets, glaring with furrowed brows and a permanent scowl. Is it just him or did Bokuto actually flex when you touched his arm? Every time his eyes glance towards yours, Keiji can’t help but grit his teeth harder. Perhaps he’s just overreacting, turning nothing into something for the sake of his frail ego.

Maybe he’s the one being difficult.

But the night continues this way for far too long—Bokuto landing joke after joke, you chuckling along, and Keiji downing glass after glass of champagne and still feeling painfully sober.

When a careless quip about his stamina, or lack thereof, is thrown out, Keiji decides he’s had enough. He offers his clueless best friend a polite excuse, threads his fingers around your dainty wrist, and tugs you into a far hall of the looming house. It doesn’t matter that his body sways with every step or that the words muttered beneath his breath are slurred; his only concern is pulling you away, reclaiming your precious attention, and losing his cool in the privacy of a shadowy corner where no one will take notice.

“What the fuck was that?” Despite being well-past inebriated and teetering on plastered, Keiji thinks he’s doing a stellar job at keeping his voice even and reserved. A quick glance at your raised brows tells him otherwise.

“I think I should be asking you that question,” you run your fingers down the miniskirt of your dress, smoothing out wrinkles that don’t exist. He’d think it’s a tell—a trick to steady wavering, guilty hands—but your stare doesn’t shift from his own. “You haven’t said a word all night.”

Firm as you’re trying to be, your voice is still twinged in confusion, the words tumbling from your lips a soft whine of annoyance. It’s nothing Keiji’s not used to, but tonight it seems the alcohol is speaking.

“And? You’re too busy drooling over ‘Kōtarō’ to care.” With that blunt retort, he feels a bit more himself. A version seething with envy, but still, himself.

The impact is swift, a worried bite at your lip flitting into a slow, knowing smile. Keiji can read you like a book, but what the hell is there to be smiling about when he’s deathly serious?

“Keiji,” your lithe fingers trail at his crisp collar, causing him to sink further against the wall, “are you jealous?”

“No.” Yes.

He can feel his head clouding over, the weight of all the downed champagne bubbling up with every stroke of your hands across his chest. The privacy of the empty hallway now seems uncomfortable, far more cramped than the bodies crowded into Kuroo’s large living room.

“You’ve been around me too long,” you giggle, teasing, “I see you pouting, babe.” It’s clear you’re trying to rectify the situation by poking fun, but Keiji doesn’t budge, doesn’t want to budge; not that easily, anyways.

His lack of compliance only makes you laugh harder, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him even as he tries to shake you off. “We were talking about you the entire time, drama queen.”

He catches himself before he can crack a smile; at this point, he’s in too deep to simply kiss and make up. Though if you continue to carelessly splay your body against his, that plan may quickly slip out of reach. Every brush of your breasts against his bicep or warm hands roaming his body reminds him why he typically stays sober at these functions. A tipsy girlfriend makes for a loss of inhibitions—and a complete lack of self-awareness.

“Do you even realize what you’re doing?”

“Huh?” He watches as your face contorts, confusion etched onto your soft features once again. It’s adorable, almost allows him to forget you’ve been trying his last nerve all night. Almost.

“You– ugh.” Instead of arguing, Keiji twists your bodies, caging you in against the wall. His hands roam your bare thighs, kneading and pressing at the supple skin and reveling in the heat that seems to pull his fingertips closer. His lips ghost over your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, never quite making contact even as you shift to allow him access.

A smile spreads across his face when he hears you mewl softly, fed up with his groping. “I can see you pouting, babe,” he speaks between grazes, licking the shell of your ear, “but you did this to yourself.”

“Keiji, we’re in public,” trembling hands push at his chest, a half-hearted attempt at maintaining respectability. Well, it’s too late for that.

“Yeah? What about when you were all over Bokuto?” He skims a finger across the hem of your dress—smooth red velvet sending shivers down his spine—before tugging it up. The article’s so skimpy, he doesn’t even have to, but the way your eyes widen is worth it. “What about when you were all over me, just a minute ago? Were you not in public then?”

“That- that was all innocent,” you whisper hurriedly, voice jittery as your brows furrow. He runs his finger across your panties, an action that makes you keen and him snicker. He doesn’t let up, simply because he can’t contain his excitement any longer; the lace is absolutely drenched.

“That’s why you’re fucking soaked right now, huh.” Keiji’s words are surprising, even to himself; though blunt, he’s not typically so vulgar. But they work wonders on the both of you.

He feels your lower half twitch towards him, hands reaching out to steady yourself against his shoulders. All the while, your eyes are lidded, glazed over in– lust? inebriation? Whatever the reason, it does it for him. He feels his dick harden beneath his slacks, strains it against your thigh so you can feel how painfully frustrated he is with you, for you. “Anything to say for yourself?”

At that, you seem to regain your bearings, hands settling more firmly on his shoulders. When you look him in the eyes, Keiji can practically see the jest—the disobedience—dancing across your irises. Your lips quirk into a devilish smirk and out tumbles the word he had been waiting on,

“Nope.”

And there’s the brat he knows, coming out to play your favorite game of cat and mouse. You want to make him work for it, desire nothing more than to be treated like the whore you are until you’re crying and begging for him. He knows the game well, of course.

But this time, he’s got something different in mind.

The sheer disappointment on your face when Keiji untangles himself from you is enough to make him cackle. As he turns away, he offers little explanation in the form of a shrug and a devious smile.

“Heard Kuroo’s making a speech,” he throws over his shoulder, “we should probably head back.” He doesn’t even have to check to know you’re pouting.

As the night continues, he knows he’s got you precisely where he wants you. An ‘accidental’ graze of his arm on yours makes you shiver, the hand glued to your lower back has you keening into him, every charged gaze into your eyes and sharp flash of pearly canines results in a lip bite and clenched thighs. But still, he makes no move towards you.

Because this time, the mouse is going to come to the cat—hand delivered with a shiny red bow to boot.

“All in all, I’m just glad I could have my closest friends around for the holidays,” Kuroo raises a glass to the small crowd, “Merry Christmas!”

Keiji raises his glass with the rest of them, the same one he’s been carrying around for the past hour; sobriety is necessary for what’s to come. When you raise yours, he shifts his fingers to massage slow circles into the back of your thigh.

A gasp, shattered glass, and dozens of eyes trained on you.

It wasn’t his intended reaction, but it works at riling you up nonetheless. Soon, you’re apologizing for your clumsiness, glare unwavering from Keiji’s own amused smile even as you whisk him away to the bathroom ‘to clean up’.

“Keiji,” you stress, arms crossed against your chest, while he’s kneeling beneath you rubbing at the tiny stain.

“Hm?” He doesn’t look up, doesn’t dare ruin the little trick he’s mastered: feigned indifference.

“Keijiii.” This time it’s a whine, high-pitched and drawn out in the hopes that it’ll sway him. When he finally glances up towards you, he can practically taste the desperation threaded through your face. Your hands grab at his jaw, ghosting a thumb across his cheekbone as you finally, finally break, “Need you.”

But it’s not enough for him.

“Is that any way to ask?” He snickers, you let out a huff of frustration, and the game goes on.

“We’re in a tiny bathroom at your friend’s Christmas party. I’m not gonna sit here and beg–”

He turns his head, making a move to leave, “Oh, the stain’s gone. We should probably head ba–”

“No, no– wait!” Your palms grab at his face again, frenzied and forlorn, slightly sticky and sickly sweet, reminiscent of the bubbly champagne still surging through your bodies. “Just fuck me already.” It’s spoken hardly above a whisper, laced with urgency.

“Vulgar, but not quite,” Keiji teases, but he finds his hands already on you, drifting over the smooth skin of your calves, your thighs, and toying at the soft, velvet hem of your dress once again.

“Please.” That earns you a few kisses to your inner thighs, to which your legs party readily. Needy slut. He can hardly wait himself, wants to pounce on you and be done, but the wait is worth it.

“Please what?” He speaks between nips and licks at your thighs, traveling closer and closer to heaven, but never touching you where you both need it most.

“Please daddy, fuck me.”

And finally, Keiji complies.

The bathroom is cramped, filled with heat and fervor and two bodies haphazardly grabbing and groping anywhere they can get their hands on. He lifts you onto the sink, lips clashing to yours passionately; your fingers weave through his hair, shooting sparks down his spine.

Every touch is a plea for more, an insatiable craving to meld your bodies into one. He fumbles with your dress’s zipper before deciding it’s a hopeless endeavor, choosing instead to tug the bodice down and hem up to expose you.

When he pulls his lips from yours, a string of saliva still connects you. He gives you a once over and– fuck. You—with your lidded eyes glazed over, lips puffy, breasts strained against his chest—are enough to drive Keiji mad.

In seconds, his fingers are at your cunt and his lips at your neck. He shifts your panties to the side and slides two digits into you easily, reveling in the heat that envelops him.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp sharply, a pretty little noise that he wants, needs, to hear again and again. With each thrust, it’s as though your cunt molds to his fingers, pulls him in and aches for more. His thumb at your clit makes you twitch and bite at his shoulder, and all the while, Keiji grinds his throbbing cock against your leg.

But it’s not about him, not yet. Right now, he wants nothing more than to see you fall apart, to cling to him and chant his name like a prayer—trembling and begging for more.

His free hand flits to your jaw, pressing your mouth open. And like the good little whore he knows you are, your tongue rolls right out. Keiji’s enraptured by the spit that hits it, offers you a rough grunt of ‘hold it,’ while he continues to pump and curl his fingers into you.

You’re nearing the edge; he can feel it in the way you clutch at his shirt, in your furrowed brows and quivering thighs. It only makes him move faster, resolute in making you see stars.

“Cum for me.” It’s a demand more than a request—one that he knows you’ll fulfill with devotion.

And you do. One press against that spot Keiji knows good and well, and your body stills, muscles straining and a choked mewl leaving you with a shudder. He works you through it, biting at your neck and soothing over the pain with his tongue.

“Turn over.” You may be worn out, body still quivering against his, but Keiji’s not quite done with you yet.

He unzips his pants in a flash, pulls his cock out in half that time. Rubbing against your slit, his entire body shudders with need. “So messy,” he can’t help but groan, hands secured to your waist. It only makes you hump back against him, wiggling any way you can to get him inside of you.

Back and forth, he runs his member across your slick, spreading it all over him—though he doubts he’ll need the extra lubrication. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Please Keiji,” a stinging slap to your ass, “Please daddy, I need you. Need you so fucking bad.” Your hands are flush against the counter, gripping the sides with enough force to turn your knuckles white. Keiji thinks he likes you best like this, wanton and breathless, splayed out for him like a common whore where anyone could see you. It suits you, he thinks.

He sinks into you hard and fast, basking in the warmth of your cunt— the way it pulsates and stretches around him. No matter how hard you try to keep quiet, your moans quickly escalate from soft, whiny whimpers to full-blown mewls. Keiji quickly reaches to shove a finger into your mouth, then two, pressing down hard on your tongue until you gag and sputter around them.

“That’s it, baby,” his free hand tangles through your locks, yanking so that your face meets the mirror. “Take a look at yourself.”

“Mmph.” Whatever you’re trying to get out is hazy, turned into mindless babble as you pant and squirm beneath him. Even as you try to keep your eyes trained on your reflection, every thrust makes your eyes roll back, a movement that prompts Keiji to tug harder on your hair.

“I said,” another harsh snap of his hips against your ass, “look.” Despite his attempt to gag you, a delirious, high-pitched moan is ripped from your throat. He removes his fingers from your mouth, only to smear spit-soaked fingers across your plump lips. Sloppy, just how he likes you.

Keiji begins to lose himself in you; it doesn’t matter that your voices are escalating, that your hands hit the wall with a resounding thunk every time he pounds into you, or that the two of you have been gone for far too long to blame on a stain. His only concern is the fluttering of your soft cunt around him and your inevitable releases.

“M’close,” you murmur, eyes screwed shut. He keeps his pace, fast and hard, and nuzzles his face into your neck, enveloping himself in the smell of warm vanilla, champagne, and sweat—a combination good enough to fucking eat. One of his hands moves to wrap around your throat, the other to rub circles on your bud.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “such a perfect whore for me.”

Your entire body tightens, muscles tensing as you murmur strings of gibberish. Keiji doesn’t let up, doesn’t dare stop moving his fingers, even as you buck and shake. With the way your cunt sucks him in, the warmth and pleasure of each hump into you, he finds himself close behind you—stilling all at once to paint your insides white.

And then you’re both left panting, unmoving from your spots on the counter, all tangled limbs and sweat-soaked skin. He takes a moment to regain his composure, whispering soft praise into your ears as you both come down from your highs.

When he’s finally settled, he slips out of you, grabbing toilet paper to wipe you both off while you fix your dress.

“That was–” You sigh contently, voice hoarse, and turn to look at him, still wearing that fucked out glow that makes his heart soar.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think anyone noticed?”

A knock at the door.

“Uhm, hello?” Kuroo stutters. Bokuto’s deafening laughter can be heard from behind him. “Yeah, uh, the party ended twenty minutes ago.”

Keiji smiles.

“They noticed.”

Hi! I was wondering if I could request akaashi, iwa, and/or atsumu kissing their best friend, please and thank you💕 I really liked the oikawa, kuroo and bokuto one!

— synopsis:  haikyuu boys x y/n; kissing their best-friend 

— characters included: akaashi, iwaizumi, & atsumu 

— genre: soft boi hours! fluff! lil angst! 

— author’s note: while the previous one was based off the tiktok, this one will be just general made-up plots to keep things different! (hope that’s okay!) 

akaashi

when you found out akaashi liked someone, you experienced your first heartbreak. 

you knew falling in love with your best-friend was all on you, but you couldn’t help but just hope that maybe one day he would return your feelings. 

but yet here you were, hopes and heart shattered. 

you almost wanted to breakdown the moment he told you, but you held it out as much as possible, your tears falling only once you were away from him. 

“y/n, I wanna tell you something...” he started slowly as he held the volleyball in his hand tightly. 

chuckling softly, you removed his hands from the ball, taking it from him, “you’re going to bust this if you hold it any tighter.” 

blinking, he stared at his empty hands before laughing lightly. taking a deep breath, he turned to look at you, a soft smile on his face. 

“I like someone.” 

this time it was you whose grip tightened on the volleyball. 

unsure if you heard him right, you stammered, “y-you what?” 

scratching the back of his head, he repeated shyly, “I said I like someone.”

“oh.” you responded, voice lower than a whisper. 

you quickly realized just how dejected you sounded, and if anything, that was the exact opposite of how you should’ve sounded. 

throwing on a bright smile on your face, you giggled, “ooh keiji has a crush~” you teased lightly. 

flushing, he laughed, “yea, I guess you could call it that.” 

“who is it?” you asked almost immediately, the curiosity getting the better of you. 

at that, akaashi stiffened. chuckling nervously, he averted his gaze, “um, it’s someone you know.” 

since that day, akaashi had never told you who his special someone was. you didn’t know why he was hiding it from you, after all it was better to peel the bandaid off completely rather than bit by bit like he was doing to you these last few weeks. 

it started with him telling you how amazing she was. how she was the funniest person he knew, how strong-minded she was and how beautiful she always was to him. 

then it went on to how she made him feel. how she always made his day, how he felt butterflies whenever she would touch him and how he just wants to hold her hand in his. 

and just like that, week by week, akaashi would talk about nothing but her. 

to make things worse, it appeared that most of the volleyball team knew. every day at volleyball practice you would hear their teasing remarks, bokuto’s being the loudest. and in response, his cheeks would flush in embarrassment, the sight making you only hurt more. 

should you quit? you wondered to yourself. it was hard enough on you to hear akaashi telling you his feelings, but it was a whole other thing having several people support him, reminding you every single second of every day that your best friend had fallen for someone else. 

you really loved being fukurodani’s volleyball manager. after all, it was one of the biggest excuses for you to spend more time with akaashi. but even aside from that, you made a lot of great friendships and memories with the team. 

but you really didn’t know if you could go like this anymore. 

sighing, you pulled your bag closer to you as you walked home with akaashi. 

“what are you thinking about?” 

shaking your head, you mumbled, “nothing important really.”

brows furrowing together, he asked, “mm you sure? you looked super serious for a second.” 

“dunno, just thinking about quitting being manager.” you muttered, before realizing what you had just confessed. shit. you didn't know how you were going to get out of this one. 

stopping in his tracks, akaashi’s eyes widened in surprise, “w-wait, you’re thinking of doing what?” 

muttering a soft damn it under your breath, you quickly threw on a nonchalant facade. giving him a shrug, you said casually, “it’s not that big of a deal keiji, there’s still the others.” 

turning back around, you started to walk again while akaashi stood there, fumbling for words. catching back up to you, he pressed, “but why? I thought you loved being manager?” 

biting the inside of your cheek, you knew he was right but you had to come up with some excuse, something to throw him off at least for now, “I just, school’s getting pretty busy—” 

“is that really it?” he interrupted, his voice slightly turning accusatory. 

your eyes narrowed at him, “what does that mean?” 

out of the both of you, akaashi was always the calm one. but today it was almost like you were seeing another version of him. where his eyes shook slightly, filled with an emotion that you couldn’t identify, his hands bundled into tight fists at his sides. 

“i just—” akaashi started, struggling to find the right words to say, “i feel like you’re not telling me something y/n. you’ve been off the last couple of weeks and I don’t know why—” 

you let out a bitter chuckle. 

“you’re kidding right?” 

if your reaction wasn’t enough to shut akaashi up, the words that followed definitely was. he watched as you shut your eyes tightly, your grip on your bag tightening, voice trembling, “I just, I can't do this anymore keiji.” 

akaashi’s eyes softened; moving closer towards you, he started to reach for your hand when you flinched away, the motion causing akaashi to blink in surprise. 

“d-don’t.” you whispered, blinking back the tears. “you won’t understand keiji. you won’t get what I feel and there’s no point in me telling you so please, just don’t ask me why.” 

“y/n, you can’t shut me out without even giving me a chance.” he reasoned softly to which you shook your head. 

“no, you don’t get it. e-everything will change and I just, I can’t handle that—” 

“I promise, nothing will change.” akaashi started, “you’ll always be my best friend—” 

“I don’t want to be your best friend anymore!” you finally exploded, the word starting to make you feel sick. your voice echoed through the empty street, each word coming back to haunt you when you realized what you had finally done. 

but there was no going back. 

“I want to be more than that...” you trailed off in a weak whisper. sniffling, you realized you had been crying without even knowing. brushing your cheek with the sleeve of your sweater, you added, “b-but you like someone else and that’s not your fault, it’s all mine. so just, give me some time keiji. i-i’m sorry.” you finally choked out before turning around on your heel and walking away quickly, the tears only falling faster at this point. 

shit shit shit shit

just then you felt something tug at your wrist, spinning you around as a slight yelp escaped your mouth. finding yourself being pulled towards Akaashi your faces just millimeters apart, you gasped, “keiji—!?” 

without uttering another word, akaashi closed the distance between the two of you as he grabbed your waist, pulling your frame flush against him as his lips enveloped yours in a soft kiss. his other hand cupped the back of your neck, his long fingers threading themselves into your hair as he pressed his lips tightly against yours. 

you felt like you were dreaming. 

before you could comprehend what was happening, akaashi had pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours as you watched his chest raise up and down with every breath. 

“keiji...” you whispered softly. 

“it was you.” he confessed quietly, “it was you, this whole time.” 

blinking furiously, you stared at your best friend as you slowly registered his words, “w-what, what do you mean?” 

lips quirking up into an embarrassed smile, he grinned, “the girl i said i liked? it was you y/n...that’s why i didn’t tell you who it was.” 

"oh.” you said as your cheeks flamed up in embarrassment, a shy smile appearing on your face, “it was me?” 

cupping your face in both his hands, he pressed another kiss to your lips before saying, “yes, it was you. it always has been.” 

as he gazed at you in complete adoration, you laughed softly to yourself, shaking your head in wonder. you were so preoccupied with the idea that the person akaashi liked wasn’t you, you didn’t even pay attention to all the signs and signals he had been giving trying to tell you that it was you. 

oh, how the world worked. 

iwaizumi

“iwaaaaa.”

“no.”

“hajiiiii.”

“no.”

“hajime! come on!” 

turning around to look at you, he rolled his eyes at you before saying the same word he had been for the last several minutes, “no.” 

crossing your arms across your chest with a slight huff, you retorted, “but why not?! it’s really that not that big of a deal, you’re just my best friend.” 

snorting, he turned his attention back to his laptop, “what kind of best-friends do you see kissing each other y/n?” 

“you make it sound crude, it’s not like I’m asking you to be my fuck buddy.” you grumbled, “I just said to teach me how to kiss, just once. It’s literally driving me crazy that I haven’t kissed anyone yet and then there’s the absolute fear of kissing someone and then realizing I suck and being utterly embarrassed for the rest of my life.” 

“then just find someone who hasn’t had their first kiss either. bam, both of you suck.” 

your narrowed your eyes at him, “do you have a list of men who haven’t had their first kiss? I can barely find one at this stupid university who has yet to sleep with someone, find someone who hasn’t kissed yet?! impossible.” 

iwaizumi chuckled softly under his breath as he heard you continue to grumble about how you were going to die alone since you would be too afraid to get intimate with anyone since you “sucked” at it. 

did he want to kiss you? always. 

but did he expect this to be the way? definitely not. 

he knew exactly how this would go, there was no way of it happening any other way. iwaizumi was always better at showing how he felt through actions than words, and after being best friends with you for so long, he knew you’d be able to tell the instant his lips met yours, just how fucking in love he was with you. 

“hajimeeeee.” you started to whine again, interrupting his thoughts. 

sighing, he turned around on his chair so that he was completely facing you. 

his first mistake. 

there you sat cross legged, plush lips pulled together in a small pout as you  stared at him with your soft wide eyes. 

“please haji...” you urge softer this time, a hint of desperation laced within your voice.

iwaizumi’s grip on his jeans tightened. the way you were looking at him was enough to set him off as his heart fluttered at the sound of his name from your lips. 

“you do realize you’re still going to be kissing me right?” he pointed out, “you're okay with that? ” 

nodding quickly, a smile quickly appeared onto your face. was he being convinced? you waved your hand about nonchalantly, “totally okay, you’re my best-friend, I trust you.” 

best friend, iwaizumi winced. the word stung a little more than usual today. 

after a while, iwaizumi finally said with a sigh, “look y/n, I don’t know...” 

your smile quickly dropped. 

“alright, it’s fine.” you said casually, although Iwaizumi could clearly hear the disappointment in your voice. getting up from his bed, you grabbed your bag from beside you and slung it over your shoulder. 

“hey, do you where tooru is?” you asked as you made your way towards his door. 

at the sound of his best friend’s name, iwaizumi’s ears perked up. brows furrowed together, he looked at you in slight curiosity as a bad feeling erupted in his stomach, “practice, why?” 

shrugging, you said, “i'll just go ask him instead, i’m sure he’ll do it.” 

oh, hell no.

before he could even think through his actions, iwaizumi pushed himself off of his chair and found himself reaching past you and closing the door with a thud! his arms caged you as you turned around and stared at him in complete shock, eyes wide and lips parted. 

chest rising up and down, he stared down at you, eyes swimming with an emotion you had never seen before. your own heart started hammering in your chest at the sudden change in proximity as you could feel iwaizumi’s breath fan your flushed cheeks. 

“h-hajime?” you stuttered out, blinking furiously as the boy simply stared at you. iwaizumi felt his brain completely short-circuit. this wasn’t like him at all. he was always the cool-headed one, whether it was keeping oikawa in check or being the supportive one for his friends. but with you, you had always managed to bring out parts of him he never knew existed. 

standing there, his gaze dropped down to your lips; it was as if being this close to you activated a magnetic field that he was unable to escape. leaning in towards you, his forehead rested against yours before he mumbled lowly, “a kiss is what you wanted right? then here.” 

slipping a hand beneath your jaw, his fingers tilted your face upward before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours. 

what started as a butterfly touch, slightly nervous and afraid, quickly changed as iwaizumi pressed closer, deepening the kiss. feeling your back hit the door, your eyes fluttered to a close as you found yourself melting into his embrace, sighing against his lips as you kissed him back. 

iwaizumi’s grip on you tightened. he knew he should stop now before things got out of hand. before you caught on. before you realized how much this kiss meant to him. 

teeth tugging at your bottom lip, iwaizumi pulled away reluctantly, resting his forehead against yours. eyes fluttering open, he waited for your eyes to open and when they did, he felt his entire world stop. 

upon meeting his gaze, your eyes softened. you didn’t know what you expected when you asked iwaizumi to kiss you. while you were serious about wanting to experience kissing, you couldn’t help but admit that you always wanted your first to be iwaizumi. 

“w-was i okay?” you murmured softly. 

nodding, he chuckled softly, “yea, you were perfect.” 

at his words, your grip on his shirt tightened. a sudden surge of courage coursed through your body when you leaned closer towards him and added, “i think i need more practice.” before crashing your lips onto his. 

atsumu

“wow, they should make a rule to not let short people work at libraries. you’d need a stool everywhere you went.” atsumu snorted as he watched you try putting a book away on the highest shelf.

it was a friday afternoon and you and atsumu were both at your local library, volunteering after school.

granted you have to drag him there every week but hey, community service was important to you. 

turning around to shoot him a glare, you retorted, crossing your arms, “for your information, I am perfectly capable of doing this.

chuckling softly, atsumu raised a brow, lips twitching, “Oh? Really now??

letting out a huff, you turned back around, standing on your toes as you tried to reach the top, even holding on to the shelf as you balanced yourself. watching you from behind, atsumu simply shook his head and chuckled, finding your stubbornness absolutely freaking adorable. (even though he'd never tell you that)

moving behind you, his hand shot up past yours as he whispered, “just let me do it.” his breath fanning the back of your neck. as he took the book from your hand, his fingers grazed yours ever-so-slightly, enough to send your heart into a frenzy.

get it together y/n! you told yourself.

somewhere along the line, the boundary of friendship between you and atsumu started to blur. nearly everyone around you could see the way both of you slowly fell for each other.

but of course neither of you could, choosing to remain silent in fear of ruining your childhood friendship.

however you weren’t about to simply give up as you turned around to retort back, but instead, it was a decision you were quick to regret. your heart suddenly skipped a beat when it noticed the distance between the two of you was almost nonexistent. and if that wasn’t enough, the way atsumu was smirking at from above as you were completely backed up against the bookshelf, had you holding your breath.

waving the book in the air, a good couple feet above you, atsumu teased, “here, all you have to do is reach for it y/n”

for a split second, you forgot the position in which you were in, a sudden drive of competitiveness within you focusing on only getting the book atsumu dangled above you. 

pouting, you complained, “atsumu—! just give it to me!” as atsumu laughed at the concentrated look on your face as you endlessly tried grabbing at the air above you.

reaching upwards one last  time, pushing yourself up onto the very tip of your toes, you quickly realized you made a mistake when a mini yelp escaped your lips, your hands clutching the thing nearest to you.

which ended up being?

you guessed it.

atsumu. 

wide-eyed, your hands tightened around atsumu’s shirt as you quickly regained your balance. looking up nervously, you saw atsumu’s smirk slowly disappear as it turned into a nervous smile, his eyes gazing down at you with a look that was indescribable. blinking, you found yourself staring at atsumu’s lips, his soft red lips that just seemed oh-so-inviting, yet the thought of them on you had you flushing scarlet red.

“y/n?” atsumu’s voice rasped softly through the thick air, your grip on him tightening as the way his name rolled of his lips had your knees going weak.

but before you could respond, all you could feel was the softness of his nose brushing against yours, his hands that slowly cradled your waist as he pulled you closer into his grasp, and finally his lips following right after. his lips soft as clouds enveloped yours gently, nervously, tenderly, as his mouth caressed yours while you stood there stunned, unable to move as much as an inch.

sensing the hesitation in you, atsumu quickly pulled away, a look of panic flashing across his face. his cheeks went flush under the dim library light, as he looked at you, completely flustered, “fuck—I'm sorry, I don’t know what came over me—”

“I didn’t mind.” you suddenly squeaked, your eyes widening as the words slipped past your lips, making you look away in embarrassment, internally cringing.

you did not just say that y/n!!!

atsumu’s face mirrored yours, a look of surprise on them before the corners of his lips quirked up into a smile, the very smile he would always give only you, the very smile that would always have your heart skipping a beat just at the sight of it.

tilting his head to the side, he raised his brow as he teased, “hmm, you didn’t mind?”

this time, it was your turn to be flustered as you hit his chest lightly, avoiding his teasing eyes as he beamed down at you. chuckling, his forehead fell upon yours, his lips yet again just centimeters away.

“then you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?” he whispered lowly, his eyes falling back down to your lips.

“i wouldn’t,” you said softly, finding yourself inching closer to him, slowly closing the gap. 

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omg 🥺 this broke my heart

square ; akaashi keiji

warnings implied cheating

genre angst, fwbs

word count 0.6k

inspiration square, mitski + wonder what she thinks of me, chole x halle

synopsis you never were going to be able to fit in the structure of akaashi’s life, no matter how much he wanted you to

author’s note this certainly hurt 😁 but this is an old draft ‘cause i’m still in a slump :/

You heaved out a sigh as Akaashi rolled off of you. Immediately he covered you up with newly pressed sheets. Your head lying on his matching pillowcase. Together, you stared at his plain ceiling, like always. There was no creases, no dents, no marks.

Nothing.

Akaashi was the first to shift around, opting to having his back face you as he checked his phone. Like always. You spared him a quick glance before following suit. Nearly wincing when you were met with a nicely framed picture of him and her.

The one this side of the bed rightfully belonged to.

Swallowing your guilt, you let your eyes drift. Akaashi’s room was clean, like always. His wall art were even, his desk area was neat, his closer was even neater. Everything was orderly. Everything had a place. Then there was you,

It wasn’t like it was your first time picking up on this. You made note of this the first time you stumbled into Akaashi’s room. Messily making out with him amongst his spotless room. Even with your head in the clouds you knew then that you didn’t fit.

How could you when the spot you wanted was already taken? There’s never really any room for someone who’s usually just a late night call. No room for someone who’s just supposed to fill a space temporarily.

But for some reason Akaashi kept you around. Maybe it was because you both were— and still are good friends. He tried to make space for you. Yet, in the end you knew it would never work.

“Hey,” almost on cue, Akaashi called out for you. You didn’t look at him, bringing your attention back to the nightstand that belonged to her.

“Are you alright?” The bed shook slightly when Akaashi turned on his other side. You nodded. She was so pretty, and so sweet. So talented, so smart, so… perfect. Why would Akaashi want to sacrifice this perfect fit in his life to have something with you?

He sighed, the air meeting your back. Following was the pressing of his chest as he reached over you to lay down the frame. You frowned.

“Don’t worry ‘bout her, ‘kay?” Akaashi draped his arm over you, his lips meeting your neck.

You gulped. You couldn’t take this anymore, you couldn’t take being a burden. The words hurt you more to say than Akaashi to hear, “We can’t do this anymore. I, can’t do this anymore…”

You could feel air get caught in Akaashi’s throat. “What do you mean?” He knew what you meant, obviously.

His arm fell from your body as you sat up. “I don’t fit here, Akaashi. I should just go.” Your eyes started searching for you clothes that were thrown and scattered across his flawless carpet. No spots, no trash, nothing.

Akaashi sat up with you, a look of confusion twisted on his face. “What does that even mean, ___?”

You bit your tongue and proceeded to climb out of his bed. Taking your clothes into your hands and shuffling them on.

“___, I want you to stay.” Painfully, those words made your heart skip a beat. Of course, you had to fall for Akaashi and his routine. Even if it didn’t make anything special of you.

You inhaled deeply, slipping into your shoes. “Just— keep things strong with her, okay? You guys are meant to be. You’re a really good guy, sorry for causing so much trouble.” The last sentence was muttered while you made your way to Akaashi’s bedroom door.

You heard him shuffle on his own clothes, exclaiming a wait at you. But you were already out the door.

Silently, you said goodbye to Akaashi and his perfectly square room. Where there was no longer any confusion, any intrusion, and no you.

ugh I am a SIMP and this fic is beautiful

more than a haircut

from prompt: “you’re cutting my hair and I’m trying not to focus on your hands in my hair and your breath on my neck”

I WAS GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING SPICY AND I CHICKENED OUT I AM BIG CHICKEN. i reasoned that akaashi wouldn’t fuck someone he just met, but it was me being a cOwArD. once i decide to not be a lil bitch im gonna try and write a pt2 maybe, bc there is ✨ nothing ✨ better than fingers in your hair, i dont make the rules. 

timeskip!akaashi x g/n!reader

fluff

alcohol consumption

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Consent and Intimacy

request: “Can you write a drabble with Akaashi Keiji + Insatiable + Basorexia + Attachment? TY! -anon

pairing: akaashi x gn!reader

Insatiable (adj.) - (of an appetite or desire) impossible to satisfy

Basorexia (n.) - the overwhelming desire to kiss

Attachment (n.) - affection, fondness, or sympathy for someone or something

He clasps the side of your face with his palms, gently placing his forehead against yours, “my love?”

You nudge your nose in response, tightening your grip on his torso as a way of saying yes, I’m listening.

In a quiet whisper he asks, “can I kiss you?”

It’s extraordinary just how much your lover can restrain his basorexia, his overwhelming desire to kiss you— all for the sake of consent.

No matter how many times you’ve kissed, he always asks.

“Of course,” you mumble, letting your lips brush against each other.

The corners of his lips quip into a soft smile, before moving his thumb between your lips to create a small opening. He leans in slowly, he always does, as his way to savour the moment.

You can feel the gentle breeze of air exhaling through his nose, the breath he’s held for quite long finally being released. It’s the simple act of intimacy that deepens the setters attachment for you.

Though perhaps your kisses were insatiable, because he could never get enough of it.

😭😭😭😭

ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ

pairing: akaashi x reader

wc: 1.2k

synopsis: “you woke me up at 3 in the morning for this?”

a/n: big thank u to my lovely beta, @deathcab4daddy! u took my incoherent screaming and turned it into a fluffy masterpiece 😌💖 

this is a part of the Haikyuu Headquarters SFW Server Collab! Please check out the masterlist for more incredible works! 

cw: none this time, binches! just a bunch of fluff and gratuitous descriptions of the stars

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Dance with me? -Akaashi Keiji

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Sleepy dancing with Akaashi, based off of many conversations I've had with @/kageyuji, it's also meant to be a Christmas present for them

Word Count: 796

Playlist: Real Love Baby; Father John Misty, Here Comes The Sun; The Beatles, I Couldn't Be More In Love; The 1975, You're Always On My Mind; Sam Cooke, Can't Help Falling In Love; Elvis Presley, Dream a Dream of Me; Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong, Unchained Melody; The Righteous Brothers

The movie lulls you in and out of sleep, the cheesy storyline playing out on the television, lights dimmed and head resting on Akaashi’s shoulder as he sporadically places kisses onto the top of your head, smiling down at you with love, even if you didn’t always catch it.

“Comfy?” His voice is deep and raspy from not using it, while he takes your hand in his, playing with it, massaging it, and finally bringing it to his lips to kiss the palm of it.

You hum in agreement, eyes heavy as you watch the couple on the television gather by the christmas tree, finally confessing their feelings, the busy business woman who had a heart of ice finally falling for the lovable cowboy… or at least that's what you thought was happening.

It’s the third movie you’ve watched, Akaashi rented almost every single one he could find after hearing you offhandedly mention you wanted to watch them on christmas, and as entertaining as it was to watch the same troupe over and over with the occasional discrepancies, Akaashi’s arms are warm, and his heartbeat lulls you to a calm tired headspace.

And suddenly Akaashi’s getting up, pulling a whine from your lips as he gently moves you, getting up from his spot on the sofa, pausing the movie and playing something on his phone.

“Dance with me?” He’s imitating the man on the television, the couple frozen in time right before they begin to dance.

Akaashi’s eyes are shy, and he’s about to pull his hand back and make a joke about how he just wanted to try it if you hadn't taken his hand.

It’s a romantic picture, Akaashi in a pair of sweats and a hoodie, hair wild from you running your hands through it as you cuddled on the couch, and face, flushed across his cheekbones to his ears, lit up by the soft glow of the television as he stares down with the utmost love in his eyes, down at you, bundled in a blanket and his hoodie, a dark blue one that smelled like Akaashi Keiji.

His blue eyes seem to dance when you take his hand, and he spins you once to the soft rock playing on his phone before he pulls you into his chest, looking down at your face as he swayed with you, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your face carefully.

“Hey.” He’s whispering, maybe not to disturb the moment, face close enough for you to see the flecks of green in his eyes, every small imperfection that made up the perfect Akaashi in front of you.

“Hey.” You whisper back, and Akaashi lets out a breathy laugh as you turn to kiss his palm before leaning onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you sway, occasionally one of the hands Akaashi has on your waist coming up to twirl you, soft smile growing slightly everytime you dissolve into laughter.

He sings along to the music, mostly soft humming, but occasionally singing slightly dramatically while making sheepish eye contact, just for you, just to see your smile.

You sway together for a while, basking in his grasp and listening to the music along with his heartbeat until your eyelids grow heavy, no longer meeting his blue eyes, breathing growing relaxed and movements heavy.

“Sleepy? Darling as much as I’d love for you to sleep in my arms, let’s get you laying down ok?”

Akaashi’s heart clenches as you softly open your eyes to meet his, beautiful eyes glazed over with fatigue and love for him.

Quickly turning off the television and collecting his phone, he returns to your embrace, signing deeply and pressing a firm kiss in between your eyebrows, pressing his forehead to yours, just admiring.

And maybe it’s the dim lights, his warm embrace, or the music paired with Akaashi’s heartbeat lulling you to sleep, but either way, he’s takes your hands, leading you to bed, planting kisses on your knuckles as he walks backwards, both hands in yours, not wanting to take his eyes off of you for one second.

Your shared room is illuminated by the moon as he guides you to bed, laying down first and pulling you toward him, resting your head on his chest, the room quiet besides the faint noises from outside and his heartbeat.

It’s when you’re finally drifting off to sleep, safe in his embrace that Akaashi speaks again, gently whispering to the moon about how much he loved you, and how lucky he was to have gotten somebody as beautiful as you. Once his eyes start to feel heavy, he’ll close his eyes, pressing a lazy kiss to your head as his breathing grows slower before finally slipping into unconsciousness.

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Holy fuck this is so pretty 🥺

awkward - a. keiji

(a/n): small self indulgent drabble, lowkey wish my first kiss was like this instead wtf i got

warnings: none

loosely based on awkward by tyler the creator

during your afternoon class when the sunlight would drift through the windows onto akaashi’s face, you couldn’t help but be enamored by his beauty.

his long lashes, slightly messy hair, and soft lips would be something you looked forward to during your morning class. and when the afternoon would finally come, you would be enamored all over again. and sometimes he would spare you a glance while you quickly looked away.

so when he finally asked you out, of course you obliged.

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━ peaches & cream

synopsis : it’s keiji’s birthday and everything needs to be perfect, but the more you try the more things mess up.

genre : so much fluff.

author’s note : my first lil drabble had to be about the birthday boy of course !

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Hi! Can I request an one shot or head cannon with Akaashi and Iwaizumi where you’re manager at training camp and everyone decided it would be fun to go hiking nearby but you suddenly get lost and twist your ankle or something and when you run into them, you start to tear up from relief as they comfort you and piggy back you back.

« Finding You.

~ the one where you go missing for a night, prompting Akaashi Keiji to search for you despite the dangers lurking in the darkness

Format: One-shot

genre: fluff

- Akaashi Keiji x Reader

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9:03pm

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark.”

“No, we should just go hiking when the sun is, I don’t know, out?” You glare at a smirking Konoha as Bokuto slings an arm around around your shoulders, pouting at you pleadingly as he bounces on the balls of his feet. 

“The other teams manager’s letting them go!!!” 

“What if you hurt yourself, Bo?” You frown, and Bokuto gasps before locking pinkies with you, staring you dead in the eye before crossing his heart with his finger. 

“I solemnly swear I will not get hurt, Y/N.” 

“Do you even know what solemnly means?” 

“Nope! Akaashi said it once though-” 

“I’m against this as well.” Akaashi puts a hand on the back of his neck, peering down at you as blue eyes notice the shift of your feet in place. “We can go exploring tomorrow-” 

“No.” You interject, noticing the immediate wilt of Bokuto’s shoulders before pinching the bridge of your nose, sighing heavily to yourself. “...we can go tonight. Some of you have way too much energy, maybe walking around will tire you guys out.” 

“‘Atta girl!” Konoha glomps you as Bokuto hugs your other side, and you laugh a bit as Komi and Sarukui go to gather the flashlights from the other teams-

A dark-haired setter the only one to notice the lilt of nervousness in your laugh among the chaos. 

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10:12pm

“Y/N, do you want to hold my hand?” 

“Konoha, stop making moves on her, it’ll never happen.” 

“Shut it, Komi!” 

You force a chuckle, trudging along behind a talkative Bokuto as Akaashi strolls besides you, glancing at you once in a while as you keep your hands deep in your pockets, ensuring that no one would be able to see the nervous clench of your fists. Akaashi lifts another branch for you as you smile in thanks, eyes flitting around the dark as you swallow tightly. 

“You didn’t have to do this, you know. You could’ve stayed.” Akaashi’s talking before he can stop himself, and you blink at the abruptness of his words. 

You frown, laughing a bit at Akaashi’s usual polite tone before nudging the quiet boy with your shoulder once. 

“Careful, ‘Kaashi- you might make me think you don’t want me here.” 

Akaashi’s jaw clenched in the dark, noting the waver in your voice before making a calculative decision. His chest twinged as his lips parted, words slipping out quietly as the rest of the team laughed among themselves. 

“And what if I say I don’t?” 

Your feet slow, Akaashi walking ahead to merely glance back at you as the smile on your face completely disappears. 

“Am I...slowing you guys down?” Your hurt tone made Akaashi look forward, unwilling to see the flash of pain across your face as he wishes he could take it back-

“Yeah.” Akaashi says tightly, noticing the other boys have quieted down as well, the tension at the back of the group now noticeable as everyone seems to still. 

“No she’s not, Y/N don’t listen-!” 

“It’s alright, Bo.” You say softly, forcing a chuckle as you avoid everyone’s stares. “I’ll head back. I know the way.” 

“I’ll go with you.” The tension in Akaashi’s chest relaxes, and he begins to follow you before your snapped response makes him stop in his steps. 

“No. I want to go by myself. I might slow you down, Akaashi.” 

Akaashi opens his mouth to press the matter, but Konoha’s faster. He clasps the blue-eyed boy’s shoulder in annoyance, shaking his head with a you’ve done enough, gesture. You were already far now, and Akaashi stared wide-eyed after you-

his plan to get you back to safety completely backfiring. 

“Go, Akaashi, king of sucking the fun out of things.” Bokuto says childishly, nudging his friend a long as Akaashi casts another look into the now empty darkness behind him-

wishing he hadn’t said anything in the first place as he prays you reach the camp before they do. 

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11:00pm

“Maaaan, I’m beat.” 

“We should thank Y/N for letting us go.” Bokuto yawns as the boys trudge towards the camp sluggishly. 

“Some of us have a lot of things to say to Y/N.” Konoha says carefully, refusing to glance in Akaashi’s direction before scoffing. “Let’s go make sure she got here safe, she should be sleeping by now.” 

Komi and Sarukui emerge a few moments later from the entrance of the girl’s dormitories, running frantically as Konoha blinks in confusion. Bokuto wipes the tiredness out of his eyes as the two boys pant out of breath. 

“Y/N never came back!” 

“What?! Shit, we have to go back-” 

“The teachers are out looking, right now-” 

Konoha laughs bitterly, gritting his teeth before spinning on his heel with an accusatory edge to his voice. “What the hell are you gonna do now....Akaashi?” 

But he was already gone.

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12:01pm

It was dark. 

You didn’t know how many minutes or hours it had been, deciding to stay put instead of venturing further into your worst fear. All sense of direction lost, you had sat in a patch of daffodils, seeming to shine in the moonlight as you willed anyone to come. 

The pain in your ankle causes you to hiss as you stretch your leg out in front of you, unable to walk anymore. You stare up at the moon, fear now an exhausted emotion in your veins. 

Anyone. Please, anyone.

You should have pressed to stay with the group. You knew you wouldn’t be able to come back on your own, so why didn’t you? 

Akaashi’s face flashes in your head again as your eyes seem to well up with more unshed tears, wondering why his words had as big of an impact on you as they did. 

Keiji. The most sensible one on the team, always trailing besides you, the first to give you high-fives before matches. The one to remind the team of your birthday, always saving you the seat next to him at lunch under the trees. Keeping the boys in line when they show up for morning practice so you can take a much-needed rest, sometimes an extra breakfast packed away in his bag-

Why did it hurt so much coming from him? 

“Don’t kid yourself.” You whispered to yourself, realizing you were all alone. There were no feelings to hide in front of anybody anymore. Your face found your knee again, feeling the material of your pants wet with your tears. “You know why. You’re in love with him.”

You sniffle, feeling absolutely dumb. Feelings took precedence over your safety as you had stomped away, childishly not realizing Akaashi just wanted to bring you back to camp. Of course he noticed, what made you think he wouldn’t?

“And what if I say I don’t?” 

You whimper, digging your hands into the dirt beneath you, collecting strewn petals. 

“Keiji.” It was soft. Your tone was completely defenseless as you sobbed into your dirtied palms- 

“I’m here.” 

Your eyes snap open, head jolting up. You relax when you see that you had imagined it, not seeing anyone in front of you as you chuckle humorlessly. 

“I’m going insane.” You whisper-

a jacket with Fukurodani’s colors slipping over your vision. 

You gasp, taking the jacket laid across your head off your face to look up owlishly at a panting Akaashi, stripped off his team jacket as he stood in front of you in just a fitted black shirt. He bends at the knee, tilting his head at you as he finds stability in his voice despite the breathlessness. 

He felt punched in the stomach at the sight of dirt streaking your cheek, a trail of tears flowing from each eye freely as the look of fear on your face melts into one of relief. 

“Are you hurt?” 

“K-Keiji...” You blink, not believing the sight of the beautiful boy bent in front of you. Akaashi clears his throat, wiping some sweat from his brow before cupping your cheek gently, smiling softly when you lean into his touch. Your eyes well up with tears of relief before Akaashi tugs the material back over your eyes.

“You hate people seeing you cry, right?” 

“M-My ankle...” Is all you manage out, and you feel Akaashi assess the damage, frowning when the slightest touch makes you wince. The blue-eyed boy takes his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders instead before facing the opposite direction of you. You blink as he presents his back, glancing back at you with a softness in his eyes you can’t pinpoint. 

“Wrap your arms around my neck.” 

“I’m too heavy...” 

“You aren’t.” 

You shakily comply, feeling Akaashi carefully lift your legs before beginning to trudge a long. The silence was thick with unsaid words as you breathe in his scent, piggybacking on the setter as you struggle to find the right words. 

“Keiji-” 

“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked as your eyes widen, and he pauses for a brief second within the silence. “Y/N, I just wanted...” 

“I know.” You cut him off with a hush, the pain in your ankle dulling to a slight throb. 

“I never meant-” 

“I know.” 

“...wanted to keep you safe-” 

“Keiji?” You cut him off a second time, and Akaashi stills his movements completely as you rest your head on his shoulder, the setter feeling tears wet his shoulder as you smile in the darkness. 

“Thank you for finding me.” You whisper, and Akaashi lets go of your good leg for a second to hastily wipe at his eyes. 

“Are you crying?” Your tone is teasing now, and the dark-haired boy scoffs, beginning to walk again. 

“Look who’s talking.” 

“Hey!” You protest, feeling his grip on your legs tighten ever so slightly. Akaashi glances back at you, and you gasp, pulling back a little on instinct from your place on his back. 

“Y/N.” 

“What?” You question hastily, embarrassed at the proximity as Akaashi’s lips stretch into a slight smirk. 

“If you’re gonna confess, confess to me, not when you think nobody’s listening.” 

Your face turns hot, the pain now unnoticeable as your eyes turn owlish, beginning to stutter excuses. 

12:36

Akaashi turns his head, blue eyes bright in the moonlight as he whispers against your lips. 

“Though I think you can guess my answer.” 

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heartworm. (akaashi keiji)

➵ you miss akaashi more than anything. so if bokuto’s birthday party gives you an opportunity to reconnect, you’ll take it. 

wc: 2.8k

warnings: swearing

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto’s resounding chant seemed to rumble through the entire apartment.

“Hey, Bokuto,” you smiled, tilting your head at him.

“It’s great to see you!” He was beaming at you as he pulled you in for a hug, face flushed and hair all ruffled. You weren’t sure how many drinks he’d had, but you could tell by the colour of his cheeks that he wasn’t going to be standing upright for much longer.

You grinned up at him. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Thank you!” His voice boomed out of his chest – far too loud, considering the circumstances. But, you smiled nonetheless. That was Bokuto for you.

He ushered you inside before you had time to think, patting your shoulders as you stumbled through his landing room. His apartment wasn’t large by any means, but he sure had tried to stuff a lot of people in it.

There were some faces you recognized – old team members from Fukurodani, Yukie, Kaori… and it was easy enough to fall into the groove of conversation with them. Well, as best you could, given the noise.

True to form, Bokuto’s party was little more than pure chaos. Mostly led by Bokuto himself, in cahoots with some guy who looked a little like a rooster. And of course, it was fun to watch. But something about the cacophony and the crowd was making your heart beat a little faster. You weren’t feeling claustrophobic, per say, but you needed some fresh air.

You almost laughed at yourself for that. You’d been at this party, what? Twenty minutes? And you already needed a time out? But, you supposed that’s what tended to happen once you got to your second year of university. You felt more and more like an old crone each day.

That, and there was a notable absence from the revelry. You didn’t want to think about him – no, you wouldn’t think about him. But that didn’t shift the weight in your stomach.

Thank God Bokuto had a balcony. It was rather quaint and small, but it would do. Just a few minutes in the cold and the dark, and you’d be ready to socialise again.

You sighed, turning to step into the shadows next to the door.

“Keiji!” The name slipped out of you before you could contain yourself.

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LITERALLY DEPRESSO AKAASHI HOURS SOMEONE GIVE ME LVOE RIP

10:20 pm || akaashi keiji

➵ you just want a cute polaroid of your boyfriend. 

wc: 1211

warnings: gn!reader, time-skip occupation spoilers (?)

a/n: jem, dear, this one’s for you! if i remember correctly, i believe that today is your birthday. if that’s so, i hope you have a wonderful day (although, i hope that for every day, too). you’ve always been so kind to me, and the comments and tags you’ve left on my fics never fail to make me smile and make me feel like i’m actually Doing something here. i appreciate your support more than i can put into words, but i just want to say thank you! i miss seeing you on my dash, but i hope you’re doing well and that this fic brings you some comfort ♡

“Sit still.”

You grouch, the view finder of your polaroid camera held up to your eye.

A tiny image of Akaashi stares back at you, fist covering his mouth as he sat languidly on your bed under a garland of fairy lights. You’d wanted to put them up for the ‘ambiance’ – Akaashi had done most of the work, reaching the ceiling with ease. You’d played the role of ‘artistic director’ more so than handyman, but neither of you minded.

“I am,” Akaashi murmurs, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly.  

You lower the camera, pouting at him. “You keep covering your face.”

“And?” Akaashi raises an eyebrow at you.

“Stop doing that.”

“It’s for the aesthetic.”

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hey hey dino!! can i get headcanons of akaashi meeting his s/o for the first time at a bookshop and then how they confessed or got together afterwards? -🍙

wahhhh sorry for responding to this so late but i was thinking a lot about how to do this and i finally got what i want in my head. i hope you like this onigiri-anon !! i also really missed the second-hand bookstores near my campus so i mentally projected myself there. alsoo,, this ended up being a drabble ajgkla i just love bookstores so much (and akaashi)

Akaashi + meeting his s/o in a bookstore

akaashi loved his part-time job and he was proud to say it, especially with his own friends struggling with having to deal with customers in cafes or weird people in clothing stores. instead of those, he was in his ideal place which was essentially being surrounded by books. it was a small, bookstore that sold second-hand books for really great deals. the store would attract the occasional wanderer who’d thumb through the dusty shelves, sometimes buying one or two books, or just wandering back outside. his regulars though, the faces who akaashi would recognize, were often literature students who’d specifically inquire about titles they’d need for a class. that, and one other person who akaashi found himself inexplicably drawn to.

he couldn’t really tell what course you were taking, nor did he particularly think it was his business, but you came to the shop at a specific time every week: four o’ clock, every friday. you’d browse the shelves, paying special attention to the ‘recent arrivals’ collection and always walked out of the store with a handful of paperbacks. akaashi could tell from your purchases that you were a genre-jumping kind of reader, something that he admired. after a bit of time, he’d make small conversation with you at the counter while he wrapped up the books you ordered. sometimes he’d talk about a book you were buying that he read before or he’d ask about whether or not the one you got last week was any good.

“hmmm, this seems to be a mystery novel weekend for you,” akaashi hummed, smiling down at the stack of agatha cristie novels that you placed on the counter.

“i used to read these a lot when i was younger,” you shrugged a shoulder. “so it also doubles as a nostalgia trip.”

“i see,” akaashi let out a small chuckle as rang up your order. “that will be five dollars.” you rummaged around your pocket for change, dropping a few crumpled dollar bills and coins on the counter, only to come up fifty cents short.

“dang, i should have known not to buy that overpriced coffee earlier,” you laughed, going through the stack of books. “i guess i’ll take out this one...” 

akaashi only needed a split-second to think up what to do. “you know what? think of it as a discount,” he smiled, plucking the book out of your hand and re-adding it to the stack of books that he was about to wrap in brown paper.

“really?” you blinked at him in surprise.

“yeah. i mean, you’re a pretty regular customer,” akaashi said. “although, don’t tell that to the lit majors. i might go out of business if they knew,” he whispered, handing your books to you.

“i’ll keep that in mind,” you laughed.

“and by the way,” akaashi added quickly. “i know you mostly choose books here based on what interests you but, you can make some special requests if you want.”

“and... will they just magically appear in that secret storeroom behind you?” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“as much as i would like that, sadly they don’t ‘magically appear’. i have some connections.”

“so, a black market then,” you nodded your head. akaashi couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“yes, exactly that.”

“well, if it’s not too much trouble for your underground, second-hand book mafia, do you think you could find a copy of ‘station eleven?’” you asked.

“station eleven,” akaashi picked up a pen and wrote down the title.

“by emily st. john mandel,” you added. “i read the blurb at a bookstore but it was way out of budget.”

“i’ll see what i can do,” akaashi said confidently. 

his ‘black market second-hand books’ connections happened to be just an online website full of second-hand bookstore owners. most of the time, they’d talk about the best places to get books but everyone helped each other out. akaashi put up a post inquiring about a copy of ‘station eleven’ and got a response in less than an hour, and the actual book in less than two days. the hard part about that was akaashi ended up impatiently waiting for you to come by the bookstore again. and because of that, he ended up reading the book that you requested for. 

by the time you came again on friday, akaashi had long finished the book and had it waiting for you on the counter.

“no way! book mafia is real!” you grinned, holding the copy in your hands. 

“real, and always at your service,” akaashi bowed, feeling warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of your smile. “i hope you don’t mind that i read through it.”

“as long as you don’t give any spoilers,” you wagged a finger at him. “and besides, i’d do that if i were you.”

“i’ll just say that it’s a wonderful read and leave it at that. we also have some more stuff at the new releases collection.”

“ooh, yes please!” you smiled, rifling through the box beside the counter that akaashi had strategically repositioned. he watched as you tucked your hair behind both ears and rifled through the stacks, eyes scanning through titles and blurbs. he was staring before he even realized it.

“oh my gosh,” you gasped, breaking akaashi out of his reverie. “are these goosebumps books.” 

“you noticed,” akaashi smiled, joining you at the new releases box as you pulled goosebump book after goosebump book from it. “they sell these pretty cheaply since they’re essentially pulp fiction books for kids.”

“these were my childhood,” you laughed, reading out the titles. “’deep trouble,’ ‘deep trouble 2′, ‘vampire breath’.” you gasped again as you held up another book. “the curse of camp cold lake!”

akaashi laughed at your excitement. you shot him a pout. “what? i know they’re not esteemed literature but--”

“no, it’s not that,” he shook his head. “you see, i’m more of a ‘revenge of the living dummy’ kind of guy.”

“i haven’t read that one! it’s a trilogy, right?”

“you can start now,” akaashi handed you the three, slim paperback novels. 

“alright,” you nodded. back at the counter, you watched as akaashi carefully wrapped all your books with brown paper, tie it all to secure them together, before pressing a stamp on the edge. it was one of those things you loved about the bookstore, aside from the cheap books and the very cute storeowner. you always unwrapped your books as carefully and tenderly as how akaashi wrapped them.

“let me know what you think of them in a week,” he said, handing the package to you. you hugged your books to your chest.

“i’ll probably take less than a week to read all of these,” you said, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “i mean, they’re pretty slim novels.”

“oh,” akaashi blinked, getting the hint. “i’ll... hear your thoughts soon then?”

“soon,” you nodded brightly.

as the weeks continued, you and akaashi exchanged book recommendations, most often reminiscing about old, pulp fiction books you read as children. what started out as you coming in once a week turned into a few days a week, and then at least once a day in between your classes. akaashi loved the way you’d sometimes enter, seemingly in a rush, and immediately start talking about the book you just read or even just about your day. 

that was until one day, he realized that he was pretty much looking at the door and wishing for you to pop in instead of reading his book to pass the time. ‘if i could just close up shop today and talk to them, that would be great,’ he wondered, checking his watch again and finding that your class was a good hour away from ending. akaashi felt a rush of joy when he saw you come in. this time, he didn’t confine himself behind the counter while you browsed the shelves. the two of you took turns pulling books from shelves, reading out blurbs, and sharing recommendations. you liked how your conversation wasn’t just limited to what you were reading, but other things that happened in your day and during your classes.

akaashi wished that he could do this all the time. and then, he realized a way how.

on friday, you bought a little more books than usual for your weekend reading and came back again on monday to an expectant akaashi. “well, how was it?” he asked, quirking up a smile at you.

“amazing. i can’t believe it’s taken me this long to read it,” you grinned, your copy of ‘the giver’ by lois lowry still in hand. akaashi smiled at it, knowing that you probably ran over to the bookstore right after reading it.

“the fact that it’s been banned in several schools makes it all the more compelling to read,” akaashi added. even though he was talking, he felt as if he was still holding in a breath. he listened and nodded along, adding in his insights as you talked about the book, until finally, you brought up what he was waiting for.

“by the way, you know how most of the books here have all these doodles and writing on the pages?” you asked.

“yeah?” akaashi cocked his head.

“well, i saw this one on a page. it said ‘will you date me?’ i thought it was cute,” you smiled softly. “hopefully the person said yes.”

“that remains to be seen,” akaashi cleared his throat.

“hmm?” you looked at him, puzzled. akaashi took the book from you and opened it to the first page. there, on a corner of the page, was his name. your eyes widened at the sight as you quickly put two and two together.

“oh.”

“yeah...” akaashi pursed his lips as he watched you. you crinkled your nose and quirked a smile up at him.

“did the book mafia just ask me out?”

akaashi laughed and closed the book. “they just did. and they eagerly wait for your reply.”

“well, if the book mafia also likes watching movies,” you said nonchalantly.

“the book mafia loves stories in all mediums,” akaashi smiled down at you. “is this saturday alright?”

“this saturday sounds wonderful,” you agreed. 

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Hii congratulations on 300! For the event can I have 15 with akaashi please? The blue light one just in case I got the number wrong !(:

thank you for this request! it follows the prompt a little loosely and it’s more interpretive than anything but i hope you still like it!! <3

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15. “somebody kiss me i’m going crazy / … / are you that blue light?”

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the music in your ears thrums loudly. it’s a dangerous volume, you know that already, but there’s something addicting about the way all the noises mesh together and thrum a steady rhythm in your ears. you’re more than willing to take a lecture from your mom or doctor or whoever as long as you get to feel everything that comes with the loud music playing in your headphones. 

your legs are crossed as you sit on your bed, facing no direction in particular with your eyelids closed and lashes resting gently on the curve of your cheek. your breathing is slow and steady, a great contrast from the overwhelming tempo and volume of the song. your hands are warm, resting gently on your knees. 

someone walks in—you don’t hear it, obviously, but there’s the slightest vibration that echoes through the wooden floor of your room and runs up your mattress, into your legs. your eyes don't open. you stay calm, suppressing the smile that threatens to appear. 

your headphones are brought down to rest around your neck. your eyes flutter open, finally giving in and letting yourself smile at the person you expected to walk in. all black hair, blue eyes, akaashi looks stunning even underneath the cheap light of your desk lamp. 

he smiles back at you. it’s an endearing sight. warm hands—ones are not your own—come up to hold the sides of your face with enough tenderness to make your leftover nerves simmer down into a gentle sigh. 

akaashi leans closer. muffled music swims through the air, still playing through your headphones. he exhales, and it fans across your face and makes you dizzy and warm and needy. 

“hi,” he whispers against your lips. you hum in response, eyes struggling to stay open and face leaning further into his touch. a breathy laugh escapes him and he leans in even closer. 

“how was your day?” he asks you, polite and routine-like. you want to roll your eyes at how he’s prolonging everything but response regardless. 

“good,” you think for a second, “better with you.” 

akaashi smiles. you melt. your eyes close and he leans in and your lips fall open, soft and pliant and willing against his.

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ugh it’s akaashi feels hours cuz he’s my comfort character and a girl is depressed

Akaashi getting all flustered everytime you call him pretty 🥺👉👈

“hey bokuto, hey pretty boy.”

akaashi stilled at your words, eyes widening slightly as you approached him with a wide smile. he tried to smile, to tell you that you looked nice, but nothing came out. you giggled softly, walking to class with a final wave. he ignored bokuto’s teasing smile, following you to class as well. at practice, you did the same thing, but he was prepared.

“hey pretty boy.”

“hey pretty girl.”

you smiled softly, pausing in your steps before looking at him shyly. he smiles back, trying to get himself to ask you out, when bokuto interrupts.

“hey, hey, hey! i know you think she’s cute, akaashi, but i really need you to set for me.”

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out of breath // akaashi keiji (drabble!)

— “Can we stop running? I think I’m dying.”

↱ PAIRING : Akaashi Keiji x GN!Reader

↱ WORD COUNT : 367

↱ WARNINGS : N/A

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↱ ASK : hi 🥰 requesting “can we stop running? i think i’m dying”… not sure if im supposed to specify a character but if so ill go with akaashi!! (i chose this drabble bc it could b so lighthearted or literal so im excited to see what u pick!) — ang

↱ AUTHOR’S NOTE : why not both? JFSDLJSFNG anyways the first drabble’s finally here despite my rough schedule huhu,,, also,,, ang??? like,,, THE ang??? I have truly made it, hope you like it babes!!

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Small pebbles and bits of dirt fly across the ground as thunderous feet run through them. The boys panting and sweating profusely as their feet begrudgingly brought them closer and closer to the top of the hill. 

It was the second day of the training camp in Saitama. Four teams were in attendance and you just so happened to be the manager of arguably the best team present, Fukurodani Academy, who of which were currently running across the hills as a penalty.

You sighed as you watched them run over in the scorching summer heat; hair and shirts damp with sweat.

          “And away they go,” you said to yourself, fetching some towels that would most definitely be needed when they made it back. 

You almost felt bad, you really did until your eyes caught sight of Bokuto doing a cartwheel he just recently learned in his pursuit to the top of the hill. You laughed and sighed.

          “Of course,” you said to yourself once more. 

The boys finally made their way back, their feet barely carrying their bodies over to the safe haven that was the gymnasium, the shade it offered being a godsend. 

          “Thank God,” you heard Konoha gasp out from beside you. “Thank God it’s over.”

He jinxed it.

You sighed one more time as the boys ran up the hill, facing their second penalty later that day. 

Your eyes found your poor boyfriend Akaashi Keiji, breaths heavy and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he ran up and came back down just like yesterday. 

You turned towards your perspiring boyfriend.

          “Can we stop running?” you said to him. “I think I’m dying.”

He raised his eyebrows at you questioningly.

          “You’re dying?” he jabbed back at you, his breaths still coming out in continuous pants.

You meekly walked towards him and placed your hands on each of his flushed cheeks, squeezing his face together will mindlessly stroking it.

          “I’m dying seeing my poor baby have a hard time,” you pouted.

He sighed in defeat, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

          “I see,” he said while you gently wiped away his sweat with a towel. “Then we just have to not lose any more sets.”

He, of course, also jinxed it.

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader

prompt: sharing clothes

word count: 3.6k (oh my fucking god KAJSDAKSLD)

A/N: LMAO OKAY the way the actual prompt is only mentioned like twice in the actual fic,,,,,i’m sorry i just took the idea (loosely based on an ad for the show “dash and lily” on netflix whoops) and REALLY RAN WITH IT. anyway, hope you enjoy anyway haha this is unedited (and uh,,there’s a bit of angst) i’m so sorry

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The bell rings quietly as you push the door open, and suddenly you feel like you’re home.

It’s a small bookstore a little ways away from your school. You’ve been visiting for years now, so you’ve gotten used to the dark red wood facade, the slightly musty scent of old books, and the dim lighting inside.

“Hello.” you greet the old woman behind the counter politely, bowing your head as she smiles.

“Hello, dear! We just got a new shipment in the back, you should take a look! Might be something you like there.”

With another nod, you drag your feet toward the back as instructed, drinking in the sight of all the shelves. Your fingers drag over the spines of the books as you pass, as though trying to extract the stories from within each of the bound pages. Finally arriving at the book of the store, you see that the owner was correct—there’s a variety of new books available, all different genres and sizes.

WIth a quick scan, one book sticks out to you. It’s decently thick, a red spine with gold lettering in a pretty calligraphy font. Your fingers twitch toward it, ready to pull it out and inspect it, when a sudden sound from your phone makes you flinch.

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keiji: Do you want to hang out today? I know you had a rough calc test, maybe we can de-stress together. Just let me know.

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akaashi brainrot:

I like the idea of like laying with akaashi in bed, listening to a true crime podcast that you’ve been a fan of for years and he’s just getting into the episodes with you. your bodies are tangled in the other, headphones in one ear each, completely at peace listening to this true crime/comedy podcast. and because you know the case or maybe it’s just a little too long, you zone out amd become hyper aware of the way his thigh settles between your legs into your heat, and you like to subtly shift yourself a little closer to him. the episode zones on, vaguely you hear akaashi comment on what’s being said, but you’re really just more focused on settling yourself in between his legs, lifting your hips to his so you can get some relief. of course akaashi eventually catches on when he feels your hands clenching at his sides, how his sweats start to feel tighter and he can feel how hot you are against him. of course it’s the most confusing boner he’s had in a while but he’s not opposed to pausing the episode and helping you out

the way you said it was the most confusing boner akaashi ever felt had me laughing. but 👀👀 are we entering into a thigh riding akaashi fic????? also i love how you weren’t in an akaashi brainrot earlier and then promptly came in here with one later. 

BUT MISS WRITER: PLEASE CONTINUE. 

UM NAT YOU KNOW WHAT IM ABOUT TO ASK BUT

can you do my favorite song (you know cause you complain that I play it too much 😔🥺🥰) and akaashi?

that’s really if you can love <3333

HI SEQ THANK U FOR THE REQUEST i hope you like it.....i feel like i didn’t do it justice gklshgklsdgh hope u enjoy bb <3

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empty cups : charlie puth

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the apartment-- house-- room?-- wherever you are-- is hot and crowded and loud, but you can’t help but feel addicted to the rush of energy you get from being here. maybe following bokuto’s invite was a good thing. 

you’re not sure what’s in the cup you’re holding--it’s spiked. definitely. the flavor is lost on your tongue as you throw back yet another cup and throw it out in the kitchen. 

from the corner of your eye, you spot bokuto talking to another one of his friends--the tall one with the weird black hair. you’re about to approach them to start a conversation when another person catches your attention from across the room. 

it’s akaashi. hands around a red plastic cup, eyes trained on you until you notice him--then his eyes flit to the side and you find it way too endearing for your own good. 

you smile. perfect opportunity, right there. 

tipsy and playful, you grin widely at your black-haired friend, approaching him quickly with a jump in your step until you sidle up to him and he returns the expression. there’s a cute little gleam in his eyes as he smiles at you. it makes you lose your breath. 

“hi.” 

“hi.” 

it’s an awkward greeting, but you both delve off into stupid giggles. (he’s not tipsy, judging by the leftover liquid in his cup, but he laughs like he is. it makes your head fuzzier than it already is.)

“having fun?” you ask him. his eyes shift to the side and he drones out an ‘uhh…’ before responding. 

“not really my favorite place. it’s alright, i guess.” a pause, then, “it’s nice with you here, though.” 

oh. oh wow, fuck. a small smile lifts on his lips as he watches your expression turn flustered. cheeky motherfucker. 

a low chuckle escapes you as you snap back to your senses. “you think i’m the only nice part about the party?” it’s meant to be a simple joke, one that flusters him and makes his face flush and ears warm, but when he looks up at you, expression steadfast and unmoving, you know you’ve gotten yourself into something. 

“i guess you are. it’d be even nicer if it was just you, though.” 

holy shit. stupid boy. stupid drinks. akaashi is smiling--a genuine one, it’s not just cocky, but there’s certainly a hint of achievement in his expression. 

“okay.” you’re short-circuiting. two syllables is the most you can get out in a five second time span so you take a minute to recover. “why don’t we leave, then?”

he nods in agreement, smile still stuck on, and your thoughts are filled with ‘kiss him stupid kiss him stupid’ as you grab his hand and lead him out.  

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home is where the heart is

synopsis: the odds of encountering akaashi keiji while journeying around the world were slim, but destiny had tricks up her sleeve when you collided at crossroads with your ex-boyfriend in the city of love. just when you believed that the spark that ignited your relationship has dimmed down, he unknowingly proved otherwise. and now, you’re trying your very best not to fall in love with him all over again.

pairing: akaashi keiji x female reader word count: 14.9k genre: angst, fluff, exes to lovers au, paris au, journallist au, traveller au warnings: implied smut?? (its like one paragraph lol), slow burn, swearing, way too many cliches rolled out into one fic its so embarassing at this point, if you see this fic somewhere else w a diff title… dw thats me lmao

author’s note. *barfs agressively bc this fic is so cliche its gross* *anyways akaashi’s literally a man out of a kdrama film, which is probably why i made kaashi the character for this fic lmao*

New beginnings. Defined as the motivation to travel back to square one.

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a little something for our pretty birthday boy!

pairing; akaashi keiji x reader

word count; 1,022

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🍓 ,, ੈ playing. fluffvember 2020 masterlist ❞.

synopsis: surrounded by love stories, you and your best friend akaashi keiji consider your very own. but … is that what friends do? 

pairing: akaashi keiji x gn!reader

word count: 1.6k

genres/warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining, profanity 

from your favorite vlogger, christy: i ??? hope u guys enjoy this, it isn’t as long as i wanted it to be but i loved writing this so my hope is that you love reading it? so heck yeah start reading >:)

“hey, look at this bookstore! let’s go in!” you squealed, running off without akaashi.

“wait, y/n!” he hurried to finish putting newly bought trinkets in his bag and dashed after you.

you two had been exploring the city, looking at outdoor markets and random stores. to say it was a mess was an understatement.

the bookstore was timid, easy to be passed by unnoticed when one walked quickly on the street. there was a small five-steep-step staircase leading downwards to an alley; its entrance finally laying plain then.

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content- akaashi keiji

pairing- akaashi keiji x gn!reader

summary- akaashi looks back on life with you and realises something.

tagging- @kageyuji​ (bc you vale, are married to this man, @sugardaddykenma​ (bc he is one of your top men) and @samugiri (bc you wanted to read it)

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domus - pt. 3 (final)

a/n: it’s done. oh god it’s done. it’s like 2AM so it’s unedited for now, but i’ll make edits in the morning. i also apologize in advance for the slightly rushed ending fas;elifjac you will need to read parts 1 and 2 (linked below) for context!

plot: when kuroo tetsuro drops the hard-hitting truth that he’s fallen out of love with you, your first thought is to escape. but you find comfort in the least likely person: akaashi keiji, a boy you had grown up with out of forced family interactions, who always seemed so distant from you. yet you probably knew more about him than anyone else.

characters: fem!reader, ex-bf!kuroo, & family friend!akaashi

wc: ~8k

genre/warnings: angst with teaspoons of fluff; mentions of alcohol and getting drunk

pt. 1 | pt. 2

The grey sheets fail to startle you this time around, granted that it’s been about four days since you first arrived. It’s the constriction of cotton around your body that wakes you up on this Tuesday morning, and your brain can’t fathom why your loose pajamas have suddenly become so uncomfortable. But then the threads tickle the skin of your arms, your legs feel the slight scrape of denim, and your toes have trouble wiggling around due to the constraint of…socks.

Why are you wearing socks to sleep?

Much to your body’s protest, you stumble out of Keiji’s comfortable sheets (note to self: ask him where he got them from) and into the reflection of the body-length mirror in his room. Your vision blurs when all the colors of the rainbow come into place, exploding into a million stars as you lose a bit of your balance. Thankfully, your hand finds purchase against the wall and allows you to regain some stability. It only takes a few seconds, overwhelmingly agonizing as they are, before you can properly assess your current state.

Yesterday’s outfit glares back at you, though much more mussed and wrinkled than you last saw it. Similarly, your hair is in a disarray, hands subconsciously trying to take out any tangles while you can. Knowing the state of cleanliness that Keiji keeps his space in, you feel a wave of regret wash over you for having slept in his bed in air-polluted clothes that must have caught who knows how many germs. Immediately, you move to your suitcase to find something to change into, discarding your current outfit into a large plastic bag that acted as your nomadic hamper. As soon as you’re done, you begin to gather up all the layers of Keiji’s bed, fitted sheet and all, and leaving them on top of the mattress in separate piles by how they should be washed. But while you gather the first bundle into your arms, you take a quick look at the clock, slightly flabbergasted that it’s only a little past 6AM.

In your somewhat frantic attempt to atone for your sins against Keiji’s abode, you failed to notice the lack of sun rays peeking from behind the curtains. And much like you’ve done every day since you showed up, you pull the material back and greet the nostalgic view of Tokyo once more.

But serenity doesn’t come to you. In fact, your heart seems to be weighed down by an unknown anchor. Instinctively, your arms come up to hug yourself slightly, knowing that it’s a feeble attempt at best. The weight gradually mixes with a grasp of suffocation and the feeling closes around your throat. Immediately, you seek a source of fresh air, eyes catching a handle on the window that you somehow missed all these days. This means that Keiji has two separate doors to the balcony, including the one in the living room, and you do your best to quickly yet quietly slide the pane open. As soon as there’s enough space for you to slide through, you practically bound out and lean yourself over the rail of the balcony, lungs taking in deep breaths of oxygen.

Below you, the city has already begun to awaken, pedestrians the size of ants seemingly crawling their away down the street. Faint car honks echo through the city, the occasional train horn blaring louder than the rest. These are sights and sounds you find familiar, and somehow, the unease in your chest settles. Everything seems okay again, and you wonder why it crept up on you so suddenly.

The realization creeps through your veins as you drink in the sight of the SkyTree: you’re not quite ready to leave yet. You don’t think you’re ready to hop on a plane back to Sapporo and back to the apartment that you and Tetsuro spent the last few years building together. Every corner, every nook and cranny of that unit was filled with memories upon memories, mostly good and some bad. And even if you want to think back on them, to be able to look at them and recall the moments fondly, you know that Tetsuro’s unfortunate confession would immediately overshadow all of it. They would just leave you in the same pool of broken bitterness that you originally escaped from.

You still haven’t texted him.

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“ᴘɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴋᴀᴀsʜɪ”

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝑘𝑒𝑖𝑗𝑖 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑎/𝑛: ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑦𝑢𝑢 - 𝑤𝑜𝑤 𝑖 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑎ℎ𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐

his heart blooms for you. he watches as you giggle, picking daisies with a childish joy; your growing bouquet is tucked in one hand, the other skimming over the field of flowers indecisively, selecting blossoms with a impulsive desire. your sun dress willows around your figure, the sunshine making your hair glimmer and radiate. your smile is brighter than the sky, and it fills him with a honey like warmth. you run on over to him, your dress billowing behind you like a cloudy day. you spread out the flowers onto your lap, beginning to lace them with nimble fingers one by one. akaashi leans over from his relaxed position and puts his head on your shoulder, hiding his face in your tender, warm neck. “what are you doing?” he whispers, with a gentleness that makes your heart flutter like valley of lilies in the wind. you beam at him, tying the stems of the daisies together. “making a flower crown!” you stick your tongue out in concentration, and with determination (and akaashi pressing light kisses on your neck) you are able to complete it. you lift it up with triumph and hum with satisfaction. he ducks his head to accept your precious gift, and you place the ring of daisies on top of his head, tucking his hair softly into place. you lean your body back to look at him, and gracefully tilt your head, taking in your lover. “daisies often symbolize attachment and new beginnings.” you tell him. with a touch of shyness and flushing cheeks, you continue on. “they also mean i love you truly.” his chest throbs as you say it, and you bashfully look down, fiddling with the stems of your leftover bouquet. you look up when he feel him tugging on the ends of your white dress, playing with the hem. taking a piece of lavender, akaashi tucks it behind your ear, catching you gazing at him with wonder. raking your hair, he studies you with a soft smile, committing every crevice and curve of your figure to memory. his fingers traces down your cheek, stopping at the edge of your chin. “the purple of lavender can display elegances and royalty, and first love.” he kisses you after that, your mouths meeting like the satisfying snap of a closed book, aligning just right. your insides burst with want, and your lips flutter like rose petals. even in this vast field, you’re his brightest flower.

eleven: “it’s nothing really” – akaashi keiji

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☆ nonsense: happy belated birthday to akaashi!! i’m nearly a week late but we’ll just gloss over that.

for the most part, akaashi’s winter birthday seems to have followed the same routine as any other celebration. a couple of fellow classmates may have wished him a happy birthday here and there – some even baring small gifts – but nothing had really deviated from the ordinary.

though this was the typical birthday treatment the male had grown accustomed to over the years, something just didn’t sit right with akaashi. like the eerie calmness before a big storm. 

now that he took some time to mull it over, akaashi realizes how he hasn’t seen anything of you, or bokuto, or any of the team for that matter – it was unusual; peculiar. even when he went to unlock the door to the volleyball club room, the lock seemed to have already been tampered with. 

nonetheless, akaashi proceeds – being sure to keep his guard up if there were intruders lurking around; however, there are in fact no intruders.

the birthday boy is only met with silent space and the chill flowing inside.  

at first glance, the room just seems to be pretty dark and mysterious – just the standard, old club room he would think. though when the lights flicker on, akaashi meets something much more than an empty space. 

“surprise!”

hidden figures emerge from their secret spots, and every one’s bright smiles and sparkling eyes illuminate the room. though yukie’s hungry focus seems to be on the beautiful cake you had picked up from the family-owned bakery down the street – where you and akaashi had gone on your first date. 

while akaashi may have pulled together the clues hinting at his “surprise birthday bash” – in bokuto’s words – what he was least expecting was all of this. all the refined, little details seem to utterly astonish the male, leaving him speechless under the door frame. 

akaashi notes all of his favorite foods placed on the little table wedged in the corner beside yukie. and while they’re tough to see behind taller members of the team – like washio and onaga – your boyfriend doesn’t fail to notice the pictures of past memories hung up on the back wall with pretty lights. 

with a little help from kaori, you manage to pop right up and fling yourself in the birthday boy’s direction. “happy birthday keiji,” you wish, wrapping your arms around your the male’s neck. his once shocked expression melts with warm, content tones. 

“did you really do this for me?” he ponders, earning himself a simple, small nod from you in addition to the rest of his teammates. 

blueish-green eyes shift their focus back onto you, clinging onto akaashi’s body like a koala bear. “you guys really didn’t have to do all of this,” he expresses, a satisfied smile shifting onto his face. 

“don’t give us too much credit buddy,” bokuto comes forward, reaching a hand out to ruffle the birthday boy’s dark hair, “(y/n) was the one pulling all the strings.” 

you step back – out of akaashi’s hold – barely able to hold any eye contact with your boyfriend. “it’s nothing really,” you humble yourself, concealing some of that true sense of pride, “we all chipped in a little.“

your boyfriend collects you back in his embrace, whispering his “thank you” into the crook of your neck. meanwhile the rest of the team, lead by their captain, invite themselves in for a group hug – making akaashi’s winter birthday so much warmer.

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