#futakuchi fic

[lizzy06]

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Takanobu Aone x Reader

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Jump the gap ✨by fathomfive(oneshot, friendship)Being 191 centimeters tall with a resting face like a slab of granite is just fine when you're the cornerstone of the Iron Wall. For going out in public, not so much. No one wants to sit next to Aone on the train, so Futakuchi, who can't resist a captive audience anyway, takes matters into his own hands. [COMPLETED]

[kimbapisnotsushi]

Ennoshita isn’t here today.

Kenji sighs and stares, despondent, at the empty armchair where Ennoshita usually sits when he visits. It’s been a few days since he last stopped by, and the withdrawal is starting to take its toll. 

“You know,” says Mai, “you wouldn’t have to sit and wait for him to come around if you had just asked for his number.”

Kenji whips around to scowl at her. “Like you have room to talk. Didn’t you say you were going to ask out Misaki on Tuesday?”

Mai flushes red. “It was bad timing! I wasn’t going to ask her in the middle of the rush hour.”

“She was literally the only one in the shop.”

“Yes, but she was in a rush,” says Mai haughtily. “Hence, it was a rush hour for her.”

Kenji rolls his eyes. “Whatever makes you feel better.”

“I heard the film department had a pretty big project to finish up this week,” Aihara Mao chimes in. “That’s probably why he hasn’t been here. Cheer up, Kenji, I’m sure he’ll be back soon enough.”

“You make me sound obsessed with him,” Kenji grumbles, burying his face in his arms. Honestly, he knows he kind of is. Not obsessed, no, that’s creepy. He’s just . . . incredibly conscious of Ennoshita’s presence and the lack thereof. Observant. Attentive. Vigilant.

Addicted, Jiri had called him once.

“Kogane-kun told me he couldn’t stop staring at you the last time he was here,” Mai says. “You can’t tell me that doesn’t mean something.” 

“Maybe I was having a bad hair day.”

Mai throws up her hands and looks at Mao, her exasperation as clear as the summer sun. “Forget it, he’s hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in loooooove,” Mao sings, and dodges when Kenji chucks a crumpled straw wrapper at her, laughing. “It’s cute, Kenji! It’s nice to know that you’re not all bitter black coffee.”

“I am not!” Kenji protests. “Shirabu is bitter black coffee. I’m a mocha frappuccino with extra chocolate chips, whipped cream, and a caramel drizzle on top.”

“Ennoshita doesn’t like frappuccinos,” points out Mai, unhelpfully. “He always orders a peach green tea when he’s here.”

Like Kenji doesn’t know that. Like he doesn’t know that Ennoshita takes his green tea with less ice and at half the sweetness. Like he doesn’t pay attention when Ennoshita tells him every miniscule detail about his life, from the asshole professor he has on Tuesdays to the stray rabbit his younger cousins adopted. Like Kenji hasn’t catalogued every single moment they’ve ever had together, carefully preserved behind glass cases in his head like a fucking museum of shameless, relentless crushing. 

Okay, so he’s a little bit hopeless. Not that he would ever tell Mai that.

-- an excerpt from ACTION!, an ennofuta college coffeeshop au that's 50% plot and 50% vibes

[runayachi]

Trick or treat!

"How did you guys get in here?" Mai asks.

The volleyball falls to the floor. Aone and Futakuchi turn to her.

"I have a key," Futakuchi says when the silence gets too loud.

"Liar." Mai reaches into her pocket and pulls out the key to the gym. "Coach gave me the key for safekeeping."

Aone points at Futakuchi, who scowls.

"I have the spare key," Futakuachi amends.

"Coach has the spare." Mai twirls the gym key around her finger. "Try again."

Aone points at the door, then at Futakuchi.

Mai squints at Aone, then at Futakuchi, who's elbowing Aone, then at the door. The pieces click into place.

"Since when can you pick locks?" Mai demands.

"That's illegal," Futakuchi replies. "I can't pick locks."

Aone snorts.

Mai sighs. "Whatever," she says. "Next time, call me."

"You were late," Futakuchi grumbles. "Aone and I wanted to start practice."

"By ten minutes!"

[send me "trick or treat" and i will write you a drabble!]

[mismatched-ideas]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aone Takanobu/Futakuchi Kenji Characters: Aone Takanobu, Futakuchi Kenji, Nametsu Mai, Datekougyou Volleyball Club | Date Tech Volleyball Club, Aone's Family, futakuchi's family Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Friendship, Getting Together, Canon Compliant, selectively mute Aone, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Bullying, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Homophobia, Fluff and Angst, a lot of this fic is fun I swear, Ableism Summary:

Aone Takanobu knew what happened when you stood out, so he did his best not to. Unfortunately, he was basically the definition of standing out. Thankfully, in the first month of high school, nobody had taken much notice of him. Back to school after Golden Week, something had changed: a tough-looking transfer student from Tokyo sitting next to him. Aone wanted to keep his head down, but soon enough he'd learn that being friends with Futakuchi Kenji didn't make that easy.

[chimielie]

hello lia this sounds fun! current concern: got too ambitious cooking and failed. now I have a giant pot of noodles that’s technically edible but Not Yummy and im gonna have to eat it all bc i refuse to waste food

omg i have been there

pairing: futakuchi! (if u know u know)

[deadlyrose9086]

He sighs and acknowledges the neighboring nuisance with a nod. “What ridiculous rumor are you trying to start now, Futakuchi?”

The other man’s eyes glisten with mischief under the harsh fluorescent lights. “It’s not a rumor—I have physical evidence.”

“Of what?”

“Of the fact that you and Ushijima from accounting are boning on the side.”

The world falls out from underneath Tooru again, and this time, it’s not because of his chair slipping. “What?’ his voice comes out weak and staggered. “W-where did you hear that?”

oikawa tooru always thought he wore his heart on his sleeve, which is why he's not sure how he managed to miss his feelings for the one and only ushijima wakatoshi

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[educatedsimps]

— how hq men react to "i like you"

they like you back but this is just how i imagine them reacting right after you admit you like them

≪ back to fics masterlist

the NORMAL ones who’d just blush and admit that they like you too (with varying thought processes tho)

↳ suga and yaku on a good day, yamaguchi after a minor panic attack (tbh he doesn't know if it’s a panic attack or if his heart is beating so fast because of you), ennoshita, kenma, aone, kita, ginjima, komori

the ones who would panic immediately. like their brains would short-circuit trying to process what you had just said. like what do you mean, you like them? YOU like THEM??? the first thing out of his mouth is “N-NOW?!” like no shit, sherlock 😐

↳ asahi, tanaka, noya, hinata, lev, kogane, bokuto, tendō but he’s calm first then he’ll be like ‘eh? … EH??’, goshiki

the ones who CANNOT comprehend 1. what you’d just said, and 2. why anyone would like them romantically (the poor boy’s a lil insecure sometimes, okay?) so the first thing he says is “why??” with the most incredulous look on his face (except ushijima)

↳ kageyama (he’s dumbstruck tbh), unhinged kenma, kunimi, ushijima, sakusa

the ones who would ask “are you sick?” WITH ZERO HESITATION like, he’s in denial okay ✋ of course you’d get his protective and caring side out, and he doesn’t even understand what you said. i mean he does…? but again, he doesn’t believe it. yet. and yeah, he’s genuinely worried that you’d said that because you were high or something LOL

↳ daichi, tsukishima but he’s like judging you kinda, akaashi The Overthinker ™️, iwaizumi 100%, matsukawa but he'd probably say it in a joking way while he tries to process the thought of you actually liking him, kindaichi, semi, yamagata, kita

the ones who would freeze and believe it for a second before convincing himself that you’re joking. also follows up with "who paid you to say that?" with all the skepticism in the world. it's not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s just in denial 🤧

↳ suga and yaku on an unhinged day, shirabu, suna (he thinks atsumu’s pulling a cruel prank on him), osamu (also thinks it’s atsumu), aran, hanamaki and iwaizumi (they both think it’s oikawa)

the mfs who go "well, i can't fault you for having exquisite taste" or some egotistical shit like that, ALSO with zero hesitation. like sir puh-lease ✋ knock ur ego down a notch, you’re not all’at (he is, tho)

↳ kuroo, oikawa, futakuchi, MIYA FUCKING ATSUMU

a/n: idk why but in my mind i just group suga and yaku together because they just give me rlly similar vibes (except suga is a lil more cray cray) and yes the two of them def have hinged and unhinged days but anyway i churned this out at 1am so excuse the half assedness of this one, i hope it was somewhat entertaining! i tried to be funny okay 🤧

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[kings-highway]

Fighting off severely suffocating boredom at work so here are some haikyuu headcanons and shit for some of my favourite characters and ships with no particular theme

Asahi and Daichi do a lot of very casual bets or gambling with each other, and Daichi almost always wins. And if he doesn’t win, he’s nonchalant enough about it or is able to spin it so that Asahi doesn’t even really process it as a genuine win. Asahi is constantly looking for a chance to “beat” him but the harder he tries the more it seems Daichi keeps winning. 

I think, and I’m not afraid to say it, I think Tanaka can sing. Even if he has no interest in it and doesn’t even know this himself. 

A list of characters I think can sing beyond well, like, just, stupidly well: Tsukki, Ushijima, Oikawa, Semi (obviously), Fukunaga, Asahi, Kita

A list of characters I think can’t sing quite as well but have a lot more fun: Suga, Daichi, Kuroo, Yamaguchi, Matsukawa, Tendou, Atsumu, 

A list of characters I think can’t sing at all, and have the most fun: Bokuto, Futakuchi, Noya, Hanamaki, Hinata, Tora

Tendou cannot swim. I actually hold this one right up there beside Ushijima having a bee allergy in that you’re safe to assume it’s true in all my fics unless proven otherwise. Tendou can’t swim, Ushijima can be killed by bees. Perfect. 

Iwaizumi has an anger response to his own jealousy because he hates that he’s a jealous person. He spends so much time trying to verbally tell people like “no jealousy is bad, trust in a relationship is important and being possessive isn’t a good thing,” and then he’ll turn around and see a guy just like, handing Oikawa something he dropped and will immediately cycle through: “oh, he needs to take ten steps back right the fuck now before I kill him - goDDAMNIT HAJIME THAT’S NOT NORMAL-”

On the topic of jealousy for some of my favourite ships… 

A list of characters I think do experience a heightened degree of jealousy: Iwaizumi, Tendou, Noya (specifically when he’s not in a relationship and doesn’t know if the other person Asahi likes him), Aone (but he just gets sad about it and doesn’t do anything), Tora

A list of characters I think experience a totally normal amount of jealousy: Suga, Oikawa, Bokuto + Akaashi both, though Akaashi hides it better, Kenma (but mostly for the best-friendship stuff with Kuroo he’s not worried about him as a boyfriend. He can get another boyfriend. He’s not sure if he can find another person who knows every food order he has and doesn’t make him talk to waiters)

A list of character who really think their boyfriends should experience more jealousy and be a little more concerned about the fact that they could, like, totally be getting hit on right now: Suga, Tendou

A list of characters who really don’t understand why they’re getting yelled at for trusting their partners and feeling safe in a relationship they’ve worked hard to curate healthy communication in: Daichi, Ushijima

Suga’s first kiss was with Daichi but about a year before that he had lied to look cool and said he’d kissed one of the basketball girls and it’s been fifteen years of a relationship now and Suga hasn’t had the guts to start unraveling this very minor detail and just continues to tell the story of this fake first kiss even to groups of people who weren’t involved in the initial lie and don’t know Daichi. 

Iwaizumi regularly donates blood, and he got the other Seijoh 3rd years doing it, and then it spread and it’s like a weird group activity but when they convinced Kindaichi and Kunimi to come along for the first time Kindaichi discovered he has a phobia of needles and then Kunimi fainted after his blood was drawn and he tried to stand up. 

Tendou once tried to give himself scurvy just for the challenge of trying to avoid vitamin C. He only failed because he got bored and stopped caring. 

Oikawa kept a journal all throughout middle and high school, and to be little shits, Matsukawa and Hanamaki stole it to find either blackmail material or just something to make fun of him for, but what they actually found was a really genuine journal filled with a lot of really normal but affectionate thoughts like “Wow the team is so good, here’s all the reasons why, I really think these guys can take us to nationals, I hope my own ego doesn’t stop us from winning” and a series of long, thoughtful insights about his day and his friends and his future plans and goals and there were technically things in there they could gossip about (like confirmation on a few pages regarding his crush and/or relationship status with Iwaizumi) but overall they just felt really bad about it so they never told anyone they’d opened it. 

I know everyone really loves filipino Iwa, but hear me out: Indian Iwa. i have more thoughts on this. maybe for another post.

Atsumu once spiked a serve into Kita’s face so hard his nose started bleeding and he had to sit out the rest of practice because he couldn’t get it to stop. Kita kept insisting it was fine but the bruise on his face the next day made Atsumu want to resign from the school entirely. 

Daichi is the only Karasuno third year to hold a job before graduation.

Kita has a really low pain tolerance but a really high level of “mind-of-matter” ability. 

Daichi has a really high pain tolerance.

Tsukishima also has a really high pain tolerance. 

Tendou has a very low pain tolerance but he’s a masochist so it’s okay.

Oikawa has a higher pain tolerance than Iwaizumi, and this is set directly below “height” on the “things I hate about Oikawa” list Iwa keeps

Michimiya probably would chat with the boys more but she keeps coming to their gym and seeing things like Noya throwing Asahi around, Kageyama throwing Hinata around, Daichi screaming he’s going to ban them all from the club, Tanaka is never wearing a shirt, and Yachi is always near tears and every single time she just decides to not bother.

Anyway idk i guess that’s all. Part two? Idk you tell me. 

[haikyu-mp4]

Oooh, I love your ask game.

18. favorite x reader fics you read this year that you would recommend.

thank you for asking!❤️ I usually repost stuff I looove on @marti-mp4 with the hashtag "x reader", but I will try to compose some memorable ones in no particular order:

Serendipity (Osamu) by @lalunanymph

Falling in Love with a Single Mom HCs (Sakusa, Kita, Tendo) by @kuroos-babie

untitled (Atsumu) by @bonniepop

university with bokuto by @6okuto

untitled (Aone) by @act-nat-ural

untitled (Atsumu) by @augustinewrites

untitled (Sakusa) by @neoheros

untitled (Iwaizumi) by @shoulmate

Lap Cat (Aone) by @dira333

untitled (Kageyama) by @salsakiyoomi

Suit and tie (Atsumu) by @suckerforsugawara-deactivated20

Morning routine (Hoshiumi) by @cottonlemonade

A simpler life (Kita) by @cottonlemonade (ALL THE PARTS... and everything else she's ever written while I'm on it)

Triple trouble (Atsumu) by @wttcsms

untitled (Futakuchi) by @wackatoshi

oh my god this list is so long I'm sorry

[lizzy06]

Futakuchi Kenji x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

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Who's the Real Meanie?✨✨ by hqprotectionsquad (oneshot, humor, fluff, jealousy)Don't get it twisted: Futakuchi's not jealous when he sees you talking to another guy; he just wants to let this guy know who you're dating.[COMPLETED]

The Cactus Project✨ by @liillyliilly (oneshot, fluff, humor) Futakuchi never expected to become so oddly attached to a plant. Or the person caring for it.“Anyway, how do you want to split custody?” [COMPLETED]

Self Admitted ✨by @seokiloquy (oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

step in time with me by WritingTheInserts Golden week training camp was supposed to be a time of dedication, improvement, and some fun. It was a time to bring in the new and build again. It was a time for youth to blossom and discover and hone new skills.[COMPLETED]

Try Again by sorascript (oneshot, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst)You’ve been there since the beginning, so he’ll be there at the end.[COMPLETED]

Lunch Notes ✨by 3rdgymmanager (oneshot)After running into Futakuchi Kenji in a Saturday market, you talk about your time in Dateko. What secrets does Futakuchi have to unveil about your secret admirer who used to leave notes for you? Who could he be? Can an old friend help you find out?[COMPLETED]

sickness, health and love inbetween✨ by orphan_account (oneshot, fluff) finishing up your dinner date with a stroll past the shops and stores, both you and your hubby find yourself in front of your old alma mater - Date Tech.[COMPLETED]

quenched by @akimind (oneshot, fluff) "I'm thirsty".. "you are always thirsty"[COMPLETED]

how do i love again? by siriusohryan(oneshot, angst, actor au)A story in five scenes, or how Futakuchi Kenji comes to regret breaking your heart.[COMPLETED]

[kimbapisnotsushi]

(note: this excerpt contains like two mature comments and a few obscene jokes, just go on ahead and ignore if that makes you uncomfy)

Mai throws up her hands and looks at Mao, exasperation clear as the summer sun. “Forget it, he’s hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in loooooove,” Mao sings, and dodges when Kenji chucks a crumpled straw wrapper at her, laughing. “It’s cute, Kenji! It’s nice to know that you’re not all bitter black coffee.”

“I am not!” Kenji protests. “Shirabu is bitter black coffee. I’m a mocha frappuccino with extra chocolate chips, whipped cream, and a caramel drizzle on top.”

“Ennoshita doesn’t like frappuccinos,” says Mai, unhelpfully. “He always orders a peach green tea when he’s here.”

Like Kenji doesn’t know that. Like he doesn’t know that Ennoshita takes his green tea with less ice and at fifty percent sweetness. Like he doesn’t pay attention when Ennoshita tells him every tiny detail about his life, from the asshole professor he has on Tuesdays to the stray rabbit his younger cousins found and adopted. Like Kenji hasn’t catalogued every single moment they’ve ever had together, carefully preserved behind glass cases in his head like a fucking museum of shameless, relentless crushing. 

Okay, so he’s a little bit hopeless. Not that he would ever tell Mai that.

The bell hanging from the front door jingles, and Kenji perks up. Could it be — ugh, it’s just Asamushi Kaito. Kenji slumps back down, waving limply at him. Jiri isn’t in today, so at least Kenji won’t be forced to bear witness to their terrible, awful, sickening flirting.

But still no Ennoshita. This is the worst day of his life.

Asamushi orders from Mai, looks at Kenji moping, and frowns. “What’s up with him?”

“Lovesick,” Mao says brightly. “You know how it is, Asamushi. You were in a pretty sorry state yourself.”

Asamushi scowls. Ever since he and Jiri got together, the entire coffee shop has taken to teasing him whenever he comes in. Serves him right, Kenji thinks darkly, for putting poor Jiri’s heart through the wringer like that.

“He’ll cheer up once we get Ennoshita back,” Mai says. “Don’t worry about him, Asamushi, he’s just being overdramatic.”

But Asamushi, that bastard, would never let a chance to torment Kenji escape him.

“If you need help confessing, I could give you a few pointers,” he says. “Since, you know, I am the one with a boyfriend and all.”

Kenji frowns. “You left anonymous YELP reviews complimenting Jiri like a creepy stalker because you were too chicken to have a normal conversation with him that didn’t include insulting his face every five seconds.”

Asamushi flushes pink, but he manages to keep a straight face. “And it worked, you ass bastard. Guess who’s going to have some banger sex later today?”

“I can’t believe you just said that,” says Mai. “I can’t believe Jiri is dating you.”

“Can I just get my drinks, please? I’m going to be late for our date.”

“Here you go.” Kenji slides the cups across the counter. “Tell Jiri we say hi. But not while you have his dick in your mouth. I wouldn't want to kill the mood for you guys.”

This time, Asamushi’s face turns an outrageous shade of red. “Don’t you ever shut the fuck up?”

“I’d say you’ll have to make me, but I get the feeling you and Jiri do that plenty enough to each other already."

— an excerpt from ACTION! an ennofuta coffee shop au

[wttcsms]

listen what about the good girl's boy best friend futakuchi ORRRR the police officer x DA with daichi. is daichi underrated enough. please pick one that is worthy and YOU decide whether it should be nsfw or not. i trust you with these

everything's blurry but you, kenji futakuchi;

pairing kenji futakuchi x f!reader word count 3.5k synopsis barely in your baby twenties, and you think life is so over for you. then, while at rock bottom, you run into futakuchi, and realize that 1) he's kinda pathetic, and 2) someone else's pathetic-ness totally distracts you from your own. so, guess you two are in it together. content contains drinking, bar setting (physical location, this fic does not set the bar for anything, don't get it twisted) prompt instead of the good girl x mysterious bad boy, it’s the good girl’s boy best friend (who’s been hopelessly in love with her for a while) x the new girl in town who’s her complete opposite

Kenji Futakuchi strategically chooses a Friday to confess to his first love — that he naively thinks will be his only love, that he naively believes his feelings are love — because it’s basically the end of the week. 

Can’t do it on a Monday; when he faces the inevitable rejection, he’ll have to sludge through the workweek feeling like the world’s biggest loser. Wednesday doesn’t work since it’s that odd day in the middle of the week where nothing important is supposed to happen; might as well not try to mix up the monotony. Friday is good because when she breaks his heart, he’ll have tonight and Saturday night to drown his sorrows in cheap liquor, and he still has Sunday to rest up and actually get over it. 

The confession goes as expected — despite his sweaty palms, rapid heartbeat, and the voice in the back of his head asking him are we sure we want to go through with this?, Kenji straightens his back and boldly confesses that he’s had feelings for her since high school. He’s met with her wide-eyed expression, a rosy blush creeping upon the apple of her porcelain cheeks, and she looks down at her shoes, too shy to face her best friend since childhood, too shocked about his crush as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world. 

He already went in knowing that he was going to walk out a loser. It’s a bad mentality to have before entering a game, but he would never cheapen his feelings to the point of treating them like they’re just a part of some silly game. His heart thumping against his ribcage, the tiny adrenaline rush coursing through his veins when he finally decided to just be a man and at least make an attempt to get the girl — all of this is proof that this is real. Not a game. And yet—

“I’m so sorry, Kenny.” He would never allow anyone else to call him by that nickname; this is a privilege reserved only for her. It used to feel like an inside joke between them, but he finds himself shrinking back from her, and now the joke’s flying over his head. He’s on the outside looking in. This is not real, he decides. The humiliating “we can still be friends” conversation is happening to someone who only looks like him, he decides. His sudden desire to get shitfaced at the nearest bar has nothing to do with this awkward, embarrassing situation that is not happening to him, he decides. 

She looks like she’s near tears, and she’s such a sweetheart, that he knows that this is somehow harder for her than it is for him. The urge to console her is overwhelming, but then she speaks. 

“We’re—” She pauses slightly; she’s careful with her words, always cautious. Kenji starts spiraling, trying desperately to fill in the blanks when he sees her lips start to form that dreaded word, the F-Bomb that will surely impact his ego and blow it up, forcing him to leave it tattered on the sidewalk of her neighborhood. “—friends.” 

She says it with such finality, it’s almost like a fucking death sentence. He’s in a courtroom, and she’s the judge telling him that he’s never going to see the sun ever again. 

He makes his way to the bar in a daze, muttering to himself, playing a game. He wonders what she was going to say to fill the silence. We’re — just, only, always going to be, better off as — friends. Whatever he chooses, he’s screwed.  

“Fuck,” he groans, wanting to bury his face in his hands. The alcohol hasn’t quite hit his system yet; he knows so, because he’s still capable of rational thought. He should stop now, go home, take a shower, and hide under the covers, dead to the world until Sunday afternoon, which is when he has his upcoming game. 

“Are you done?” An annoyed voice causes him to look up. 

“What?” 

“I said, are you done? You’ve been talking to yourself for the past thirty minutes, and it’s starting to piss me off.” 

When Kenji is with her, he tries to be a better person. He knows that during their high school days, he had a tendency to pick fights, antagonize others, take delight in besting an opponent. All that holding back only resulted in him being ditched for some mysterious rich guy who drives a sleek black car with tinted windows. Maybe it’s the alcohol finally hitting, but he makes the decision to just be himself. It’s not like he gives a shit on how you’ll feel about his attitude. 

“There are plenty of other seats in this bar. Go sit somewhere else if I’m bothering you that much.” He scoffs. You narrow your eyes.

“I was here first. You should move.”

You turn your body to face him, taking in the strange man sitting one barstool away from you. He also fully turns his body so he can face you, almost childishly mimicking your movements, except he’s got one elbow resting on the sticky countertop. He looks like he wants to pick a fight with you, his brown eyes narrowed, lips curled in a scowl. The jetlag, the bartender mixing up your drink order, the lack of sleep, the awful professors in grad school, the date your parents are forcing you to go on — all of it has been packed neatly and tightly into your nervous system, compartmentalized, and promptly stowed away. 

You can feel all your built-up irritation clawing its way out of your skin. Normally, you would just roll your eyes, take your purse, and leave. Normally, you wouldn’t have even said anything. It’s not like he was even talking all that loud. Normally, you would just mind your own business. 

Then again, thinking too much about your own life is the reason why you’re spiraling, heading straight to rock bottom, no Google Maps needed for you to find your way there. Maybe it’s just better for you to pour all your attention onto this man. 

“I’ve been living in this town since I was born, and I’ve never seen you here before.” He gives you a dramatic, childish, once-over. You’re wearing slacks, pointy-toed high heels, a fucking blazer. He snorts, then thinks about her ballet flats that she favors, her fluffy sweaters, her frilly skirts. Wanting to rid himself of all conscious memory of her, he pours himself another shot, downs it like water, and works on committing your serious image to memory. He takes in your disgusted expression. 

Better, he decides. He’s not thinking about his little heartbreaker. 

“Oh, I didn’t know I was meeting with the fucking mayor.” You give him a once-over as well. He can’t remember the last time he’s been scrutinized so coldly. It’s a feeling he isn’t used to, especially now that he’s a young adult and the volleyball games he plays now don’t feel so high-stakes. You’re sizing him up like he’s an opponent. He wants to tell you that he doesn’t fight women, but he’s petty enough and drunk enough to want to push your buttons — all four of them, really, when he takes in the golden buttons of your blazer, each one of them engraved with some designer logo he certainly can’t afford. “Have you ever considered that not everyone spends their free time getting sloppy drunk? Some of us have jobs.” 

“Oh, yeah? What’s a job?” He asks, blinking owlishly at you. “I don’t know what that is since I’m such a simpleton. Maybe you can go call a cab and get it to take you to your job, and let me know what it’s like. I’ll still be here when you get back.” 

Maybe in a different life, in a different situation, when you’re in a different mood, this stranger would be funny. Maybe in better lighting, he’d even be cute. 

“I said some of us have jobs. Never said I was included in that group.” The words taste bitter, and you know it’s not because of the drinks you’ve had. 

His expression softens a bit. As a child, Kenji used to poke anthills with a stick, toying with the little guys just because it seemed funny to his boyish brain at the time. Despite this, he’s not the type to kick someone when they’re down, even if you’re rude and have bad manners. 

Silence. 

This one, he doesn’t bother trying to fill. 

He watches you pour yourself a shot, and he copies you. You don’t notice, but then you’re pouring up a second, then a third, and he can’t help it; he follows along. You catch him doing it out of the corner of your eye, and suddenly, a stroke of competitiveness that hasn’t afflicted either of you since adolescence is now invigorating the both of you. He matches you, shot for shot, and oh — he is definitely going to regret this. He might actually regret this by the time Sunday rolls around. 

Noticing his hesitation and the near-empty bottle, you drunkenly call for his attention.

“Hey—” You bring your bottle to your lips, downing the rest of the contents, giving him a self-satisfied smile. When you wake up with a raging headache, hunched over the toilet, and having to show up to your blind date with sunglasses to hide your ragged state, you will regret this. Right now, you’ll take any small win you can get. 

His cheeks are flushed, his reaction time slower as it takes him a few seconds to process what he just witnessed. 

“You’re insane.” He mumbles, fumbling for his own bottle, and missing it by quite a margin. 

“Don’t bother. I beat you, I drank it faster, and I’m holding my liquor way better.” Your words are slurred, there is way too much alcohol sloshing in your otherwise empty stomach, and the fact that you can’t tell you sound totally drunk (and neither can he) is a dead giveaway that both of you need to get your stomachs pumped and hooked up to an IV, stat. 

“Liar. Look at the way you’re struggling to sit in your seat.” He’s not doing so hot himself. The only reason he’s not swaying like you is because he’s leaning against the bar counter for support. That, and he thinks any sudden movement might cause his brain to shut down.

“I’m fine.” You insist, and you look like you’re going to try to prove just how fine you are, until your phone lights up. Your almost carefree expression suddenly hardens. You decline the call, but even drunk, Kenji can feel the shift in atmosphere, the change in your demeanor. 

“You sure?” He asks. 

“Absolutely.” You reply back, with none of the conviction you’ve previously been serving up on a platter for him. He almost misses how annoying you are; the mopey version of you is no fun. 

(That, and as much as Kenji Futakuchi spends time insisting that it’s not true, his insides are just as soft as everybody else’s. If only he was an asshole. He could be stumbling back home right now.)

“Whatever’s bothering you, I’m pretty sure I have it rougher. So, don’t go throwing yourself an undeserved pity party.” 

“I highly doubt that.” At least you don’t sound so resigned when you say it. “And I’m not throwing a pity party.” Pity is for losers. 

“Oh, yeah?” He takes the bait you set out — another competition. “What’s the matter with you?” 

“My professor stole my paper and took credit for all my work, for starters.” You don’t know why you tell him this; probably because he’s the farthest thing from an academic, and unlike your classmates that you mistakenly considered friends, at least he’s not going to shun you — or, even worse — take your professor’s side. 

“Boring.” He fakes a yawn. “You downed a bottle of tequila because of that?”

You frown. “Well, what’s your deal? It better be something major.”

“Soul crushing.” He tells you, and he means it. You’re a stranger. He’ll probably never run into you ever again. His friends will never let him hear the end of it if he tells them the truth, or even worse, they’ll pity him. He decides to let you in on the secret. “I confessed to the girl I’ve been in love with since childhood.” 

You’re silent for a second, then, you toss your head back and laugh. His embarrassment quickly gets replaced with indignation. 

“What’s so funny?” 

You wipe a tear from your cheek. “Oh, nothing. That’s just the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, given the circumstances. Tell me the truth: why are you really here?” 

He blinks. “I told you the truth.”

He waits impatiently for your laughter to die down. 

“That’s your soul crushing news?” You ask him, clutching your stomach, grinning at him. You haven’t had a good laugh in weeks. You were almost scared that you had forgotten how to. 

“She’s a nice girl.” He resists the sudden childish urge to stick out his tongue and blow a raspberry. “Nicer than you.” 

“If she’s so nice, then why are you drinking alone at a bar and acting like the world is ending instead of being with her?” You point out. 

“How would you reject a guy who confesses to you?”

You don’t mention that you’ve never been confessed to. Instead, you pretend to ponder it for all of two seconds, before saying, “I’d tell him the truth.” 

“The truth?”

“If I like him, then I’ll admit to returning his feelings. If I don’t like him, I’ll tell him that.” You shrug. “Simple.” 

“So heartless.” He scoffs. “You won’t even tell him that you two can still be friends?” 

“Do you think people can still be friends after all that? Like, things will just be the same as always between you two?” You don’t sound mean when you ask him this; just genuinely curious. 

He tries to turn the attention back to you. “What if you two aren’t friends, then?” 

“Why bother telling him that we can still be friends?”

“It’s polite.”

“It’s cruel. No one really means it when they say they can still be friends. People only say that because they think it softens the blow.” You lean your body forward, palms resting on the bar stool that separates you two. You’re surprisingly steady as you tell him, “Reciprocation is true kindness.” 

Your eyes seem to sparkle under the warm lighting of the bar. He wants to blame this realization on the alcohol, but this is somehow the clearest his consciousness has been in a minute. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“If someone reveals their true feelings, you should respect them by revealing your own. I hope she told you how she really felt.” 

We’re friends. We’re friends. We’re—

a pause, hesitation, reluctance

—friends. 

He licks his lips. His mouth suddenly feels dry. He’s aware of you staring at him, but you’re so drunk, you probably don’t realize the intensity of your gaze. 

“She told me we’re friends.”

“And?” You press him for more information.

“That’s it.” He runs a shaky hand through his hair. “What does that mean?”

You make a face. 

“It means you’re totally fucked. Sorry.” 

He groans. “What do you know anyway? You’re just another bum in this bar.” 

“A bum in this bar who can outdrink you, and my problems are actually major.” 

“So, what? Call him out for plagiarism. Easy fix.” 

“Easy fix, my ass.” You grumble. “You wouldn’t get it.” 

“Not even going to ask you to elaborate.” Then, “Got any other complicated problems my tiny brain can’t understand?” 

“I’m totally fucked, too.” You admit. “Except mine is out of my control, and your pathetic situation was easily avoidable.” 

“How was my situation ‘easily avoidable’?” 

“Well, live a lie and don’t confess. Or, maybe just don’t like her?” 

Kenji has never met someone so interesting. Usually, when people spout out bullshit and other complete nonsense, they do it with false bravado and counterfeit confidence. You sound like you genuinely believe in what you’re saying — as if feelings are just something you can flip on and off, like a switch, like a choice. 

“Those are your solutions?” 

You nod. He can’t even find it in himself to shake his head. He’s now oddly fascinated in what could possibly be going on in your life if you’re handling your shit with such emotionless, cold decision making. 

“So, what about your other problems?” 

“The whole point of being here is so I can forget about them.” When he doesn’t say anything else, you sigh. No point in acting like it’s not going to happen. “My parents sent me out here because I’m going on a date. Some businessman I�� went to high school with. They’re hoping we get engaged soon.” 

“What’s so problematic about that?” 

“Apparently he’s in love with some random girl.” 

“So you don’t want to fight for his attention?” 

“I don’t want him at all. My parents keep pushing for this, though, and since I dropped out because of the whole plagiarism thing, I don’t—” You pause. Even if he is just a stranger, airing out all your business in this dingy bar is a tad bit too pathetic for your liking. “It’s whatever.” 

He bites his tongue, resisting the urge to point out that it sure doesn’t sound like whatever. 

“I should go. Thanks for… this.” You wave your hand in the air, unsure of what to call this situation. Your moves are a bit clumsier than usual, and the heel of your shoe catches onto the legs of the stool as you’re getting up, and you can see it all happen in slow motion. You can feel the pull of gravity dragging you down, and you think for a split second that maybe banging your head on this dirty floor might actually be worth it. Maybe you’ll get amnesia and forget how shitty everything is. Maybe you’ll fall into a coma, be basically dead to the world. Maybe you’ll actually be buried six feet under. 

Kenji’s reflexes are still quick. He jumps up from his chair, and your body crashes against his. He got up way too fast, and now his head is kind of spinning. The room is spinning. He hears a faint ringing in his ears, and he blinks hard, trying to focus. Everything is blurry. 

He looks down, and you’re peering up at him, staring at him curiously. Everything is blurry but you. In fact, he could probably count your individual lashes with the way he’s hyper focused on you.  

“You can let me go now.” You murmur, and he clears his throat awkwardly, instantly removing his hold on you. He’s thankful for the shots he took because he can at least blame the scarlet flush on the alcohol instead of the embarrassment. 

“Did you call a cab?” He asks, noticing how dark it’s gotten outside. 

“I was just going to walk back. Try to sober up.” 

Sober seems like a hefty goal at the moment. “Don’t be stupid. Get a cab.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You huff.

“Let me walk you home, then.” 

“I’m drunk, but I’m not dumb enough to let a strange man know where I’m staying.” 

“It’s dark, and like you said, you’re drunk. At least call that guy you’re going on a date with.” 

You frown, refusing to look at him. “We don’t have that kind of relationship.”

“But you’re planning on being engaged to him?” 

“Like I said, we don’t have that kind of relationship.” 

In the end, you know that this stranger is right. You’re not sure which cab services are still running at this hour, and you know no one else in this town. You dial Kato’s number, pleasantly surprised that he manages to pick up on the third ring. 

“I’m drunk. I’m going to text you my location. Please pick me up.” You ignore a greeting altogether, and before he can give an excuse on why he can’t come, you add, “There’s a strange man here, and I don’t want to be alone with him.” The stranger makes a face, and you mouth out a sorry. 

Kato sighs over the line. “Give me the address, and I’ll be there shortly.”

“Thanks, Kato.” He hangs up before you’re even done speaking. 

You expect the stranger to make a teasing remark, probably boast about how he knows everything and be pleased with how you did what he asked, but he looks confused.

“Kato?” He repeats.

“Yes, that’s his name.”

“Daisuke Kato?” He presses you, and you nod. 

Maybe your paths will cross again, he decides. He can’t tell if this is a good or a bad thing, especially since Daisuke Kato is the name of the man who Kenji’s best friend has fallen in love with.

[cottonlemonade]

Happy New Year!!! I'm glad to have met you (albeit digitally 😂) and can't wait to indulge in your fics to come!

for the ask game:

16 & 12

Heyo, and a happy New Year to you! I'm glad to have met you, too! ^^

As for the questions:

12) fic(s) you didn't expect to finish Any longer multi-parter for starters. No matter how much I like an idea or feel motivated to write them, I will always be surprised when I actually pull through 🥲 > A Simpler Life (if you love Stardew Valley and or Kita this is for you) > Dating You For A Bet (started out as a drabble idea and then snowballed into my longest story yet. Fun fact, originally it was supposed to be for Futakuchi, but I had just written and posted a drabble with him and so changed directions to Matsukawa) > Six And A Half Minutes (my only full-on smut story and for Suna of all people)

16) memorable comment(s)/review(s) you received this year I am grateful for any and all reviews, comments or tagged reblogs. It does not matter if it's one or two words only, but if someone is taking time out of their day to let the writer know that they did a good job, this goes such a long way. I am also being very creepy and screenshot the amazing and kind DMs people send me telling me that they love my stories and that I have helped them see their body type more positively. That is the reason why I wanted to write chubby readers, that's the reason why 90% of my pieces do not feature an insecure chubby reader, and I am beyond happy whenever I could make someone's day a little bit nicer and their mindset a little bit kinder to themselves. You're all gorgeous, regardless of your body type. And it sounds cheesy, but in the end it really only does count what's on the inside 🌟🌱 The most memorable review though has to go to @grassbutneo who wrote the sweetest comments (plural!) for Dating You For a Bet. And besides my lovely moots who so diligently comment on and reblog my stories I also have to give a huge Thank You to @argentimylove who is always leaving a comment or reblog.

[mrs-kodzuken]

Haikyuu Masterlist ♡

karasuno ↴

sugawara ⟢ art frustration [1.8k] ⸝⸝ fluff

sugawara ⟢ destiny [2.3k] ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ soulmate!au

ukai ⟢ aligned feelings & goals [2.1k] ⸝⸝ fluff

nekoma ↴

kenma ⟢ christmas magic [1.6k] ⸝⸝ fluff

kenma ⟢ fated beginnings [4.1k] ⸝⸝ fluff

inuoka ⟢ what's mine is yours [2.1k] ⸝⸝ fluff

kuroo ⟢ this is not a drill [2.8k] ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ soulmate!au

kenma ⟢ little crow [0.2k] ⸝⸝ fluff

kenma ⟢ headcanons [0.5k] ⸝⸝ hcs ⸝⸝ comfort

kenma ⟢ hard to desire [on-going] ⸝⸝ multi-chapter fic ⸝⸝ read warnings ⸝⸝ mdni

kenma ⟢ ceo's p.a. [1.3k] ⸝⸝ mdni ⸝⸝ read warnings

kenma ⟢ empty promise [3.9k] ⸝⸝ angst/comfort ⸝⸝ read warnings

aoba johsai ↴

oikawa ⟢ ice cream & volleyball [2k] ⸝⸝ fluff

iwaizumi ⟢ so hot for you [1.3k] ⸝⸝ mostly fluff

iwaizumi ⟢ sick with you [2.1k] ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ slight angst

iwaizumi ⟢ first year, first love [2.1k] ⸝⸝ fluff

iwaizumi ⟢ half of a whole [5.2k] ⸝⸝ TW ⸝⸝ soulmate!au ⸝⸝ read warnings

oikawa ⟢ listening to you [2.8k] ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ high school!au

date tech ↴

futakuchi ⟢ forever mine [1.3k] ⸝⸝ fluff

johzenji ↴

terushima ⟢ cherry poptarts & dyed hair [1k] ⸝⸝ fluff

shiratorizawa ↴

ushijima ⟢ the beginning of new love [1k] ⸝⸝ fluff

ushijima ⟢ understanding you [1.6k] ⸝⸝ slight angst ⸝⸝ fluff/comfort

fukurodani ↴

bokuto ⟢ teen pregnancy [1.8k] ⸝⸝ angst to fluff ⸝⸝ read warnings

akaashi ⟢ the way we met [1.2k] ⸝⸝ fluff

akaashi ⟢ she's a gentleman [1.6k] ⸝⸝ fluff

bokuto ⟢ anything for you [2.3k] ⸝⸝ read warnings

akaashi ⟢ your period hcs! [0.3k] ⸝⸝ hcs

inarizaki ↴

suna ⟢ you know me best [4.6k] ⸝⸝ slow burn ⸝⸝ sexual tension

suna ⟢ mind break [0.8k] ⸝⸝ mdni ⸝⸝ read warnings

osamu ⟢ headcanons [0.7k] ⸝⸝ mdni ⸝⸝ comfort

suna ⟢ yandere [0.7k] ⸝⸝ hcs ⸝⸝ read warnings

other (multi-pairings x reader) ↴

bokuakakuroken ⟢ k.k.t.k. on my wrist [1.9k] ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ soulmate!au

iwaoi ⟢ two lovers and a stuffie [2.4k] ⸝⸝ read warnings

iwaoi ⟢ self-care w/ me & you & you [1.3k] ⸝⸝ fluff

bokuaka ⟢ forgive me if I jump too? [2.3k] ⸝⸝ angst to comfort ⸝⸝ read warnings

mbsy ↴

atsumu ⟢ embers of love [4.9k] ⸝⸝ mdni ⸝⸝ angst to fluff

sakusa ⟢ blissful nights [0.7k] ⸝⸝ short fic ⸝⸝ fluff

schweiden adlers ↴

nothing yet ... ⸝⸝

hi! feel free to request something for any character <3 as always, this work is all mine, please do not repost anywhere without my permission!!

[bisonandbubbles]

ennofuta fic where they are starting to date in their third year and Noya and Tanaka find out Ennoshita has been on a date (...Many Dates? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T TELL US CHIKARA) (Ennoshita Refuses to tell them who it is he's dating. they speculate about random girls they see him talk to. he does not comment on this) and then during a practice match somehow they get to the topic of which captain is better (maybe Futakuchi is showing off to Ennoshita and the two interpret it as a challenge obviously) and Tanaka and Noya being Tanaka and Noya are like well Our Captain has got Mad Game he's been on So Many Dates and has the Best girlfriend obviously

And Futakuchi is just sorta staring and standing perfectly still, torn between blushing and pointing out first that no. not a girlfriend. yea the best. i know all that already I've been there bitch.

Ennoshita casually walks past like Have you two started on your homework yet? which Tanaka and Noya being Tanaka and Noya did, in fact, not.

[yakuneko]

what's their love language?

a/n: i completely scratched the fic i was working on and am making a new one, pls buy me some time lol

physical touch

BOKUTO, matsukawa, tendou, TERUSHIMA, suna, iwaizumi, konoha, numai, sakishima, AONE

words of affirmation 

lev, KOGANEGAWA, himekawa, ennoshita, FUKUNAGA, hanamaki, AKAASHI, osamu, hoshiumi, ushijima, yuzuru

quality time

yamaguchi, ASAHI, moyota, suga, kenma, kunumi, SHIRABU, tsukishima, kuguri, HIRUGAMI, kageyama

receiving/giving gifts

kuroo, OIKAWA, yaku, atsumu, kyotani

acts of service

HINATA, futakuchi, daishou, KITA, tanaka, sakusa, nishinoya, YAMAMOTO, goshiki, daichi, aran

if i missed anyone, tell me ♡