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ariichive · 5 months ago

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trial period

various haikyuu

suna

suna felt like shit; everything was pissing him off today. his coach was harder on him, he forgot his water bottle, and the heat was terrible. he was convinced nothing could make his day worse.

well that's what he thought until his phone went off.

'(name): is this a a good gift set for guys?'

image sent.

'(name): or should I get him a new video game??? thx for ur help rinnie :)'

yeah, his day could definitely get worse.

he stared at your text messages, not even wanting to respond. there was nothing more humiliating than his crush of almost a year texting him about another guy. in all honest, he didn't give a fuck about that sorry excuse of a man that you called your boyfriend.

maybe he was biased, but he honestly didn't care. how could perfect, beautiful you settle for a man who forgot your birthday 3 months ago?

shit just didn’t make sense; now here you are, gift shopping for his birthday. if it were up to suna, he’d make sure you didn’t spend a penny on the man’s birthday. but if things were so easy, he’d gave you in his arms after a long day.

shaking his head, suna typed up a quick, dry response. it wasn’t his intention to come off as an asshole, but at the same time, it kinda was. maybe you’d finally get the hint.

suna ignored the buzzing of his phone as he walked into his local grocery store, he'll answer after buying a few snacks for his apartment. he didn't like ignoring your messages, but he also didn't like your boyfriend.

he saw a familiar, hated haircut as he walked mindlessly through the aisles. squinting his eyes, he made sure his eyes weren't deceiving him; but why was he in the women's care section?

sure, there was a small possibility of him buying you something. however, from what he's heard, your boyfriend has never given you flowers. he walked a little closer, not worried about being recognized because the two had only ever briefly met.

suna decided to pull out his phone; he felt something in his gut screaming at him.

suna quickly skimmed over your texts of you asking which video game to buy him. he facetimed you, making sure his headphones were connected.

"you asshole, you're lucky i'm still at the store," your voice spoke beautifully into his ears (he was ignoring your rude remarks). "yeah yeah, lemme see the video game options."

suna heard you sigh before you flipped the facetime camera, showing the huge display of video games.

he didn't look back at his phone, instead looking at your boyfriend- well it wasn't just your boyfriend anymore, he had a girl looking at him with a big smile on her face.

looking a bit closer, he saw the cause of her happiness. in her hands, she was holding two packages of pregnancy tests, different brands.

now, suna didn't want to assume anything; that could be a sister or a cousin. but his suspicions were only confirmed when she gave a big kiss on his lips.

"you're not even looking- are you at the store?" you said after seeing the background of his facetime screen. you watched as he looked lost in thought, standing in front of a shelf of pads. "why are you in the women's section? actually, while you're there can you grab me more..." when you noticed he wasn't listening, you got a bit worried. "rin?"

"sorry, i'm here. hey, i actually have something to show you, don't get mad.. at least not at me, alright?" you stared confused as he flipped the camera to his back one. now everything he was seeing, you were too.

"oh is that kenji? he said he would be at the.." you lost your train of thought as you witnessed kenji wrap an arm around a girl he was with, placing a small kiss on her head.

you could only stay silent as you watched the two happily walk away.

suna felt like an asshole that he was the one to reveal this to you, but it would've been worse if he hadn't.

"o-oh," you were the first to break the silence. "want me to go say something to him? you know i will." suna's own heart broke a little as he heard the cracking of your voice. "no, it's fine. uhh," you took a quick pause in your sentence, contemplating your words carefully, "do you think, you could come over for a little?"

suna glanced down at his screen, seeing you were already out of the video game shack and into the freshness of the outside air.

"yeah, i'll be there soon. be careful going home okay?"

"okay, bye suna."

no nickname or first name, you were definitely upset.

suna sighed as he continued his grocery shopping; making sure not to get anything refrigerated as he didn't know how long he was going to be at your place.

(he grabbed a few of your favorite snacks and a weird-looking stuffed animal he had a feeling you'd like)

after paying and making a mental note to come back later for milk, he went on his way to your place.

he wasn't quite sure what he was expecting when he got to your apartment, but nothing prepared him for seeing you open your door with sad eyes and a twitching lip; sad but not wanting to show.

"hey," you greeted him with a nod which he reciprocated, holding up his grocery bags. "we can watch that stupid reality show you like," suna stretched as he got comfortable in your living room.

"it's not stupid you just don't understand it."

and when the show was just white noise in the background as he listened to you complain about your now ex-boyfriend was turned into you falling asleep, using the cheap plush he bought you as a pillow; he felt like he belonged there with you.

even as your phone blew up with messages from your ex, suna stayed focused on you.

(he blocked the number).

osamu

you stared at the delivered message you sent to your boyfriend 6 hours ago, only growing more irritated as time went by. the two of you had a date planned for later tonight at a fancy restaurant; one he insisted on going to and you agreed eagerly.

you had already gotten all dolled up, and even though you didn't want to go on the date originally, you did do your best to get ready, and it was a bit disappointing to not go out now.

time was only getting closer, and there was still no response from your boyfriend. over the past week, you felt distant from him, hence your quick agreement to this date.

now, he wasn't even answering his phone. even after ringing kenji multiple times and going straight to voicemail, you still had hope. there was still an hour left until the agreed meet-up time, still some time for him to answer.

you did a few small room chores to kill the time, only for your phone to not go off even once. there were still 20 minutes until 6pm, and you decided that this date wasn't going to happen.

now, you were sad and hungry. getting up, you looked through your fridge and cabinets only to find nothing.

about to give up all hope, your phone dinged from the counter. shooting up immediately, you grabbed your eagerly; only to feel slight disappointment when it was your friend sending you a recently opened food place, 'Onigiri Miya'.

something was pulling you towards the place (maybe your stomach); sending your friend a quick text back, you decided to stop by for dinner. putting on more comfortable clothes and deciding to head out, still no text from your boyfriend.

the place was located in a good area and it wasn't a far walk from your own home. you could see yourself coming here more often. the smell of freshly cooked meals could be smelled from outside the restaurant doors. the place was rather empty, considering it was a bit later in the evening.

you sat down at the counter, glancing over the menu. there was an older lady next to you, who had a big smile on her face as she enjoyed her food. the scene caused a small smile to grace your face. you looked around a little more, noticing everyone had a smile on their face as they enjoyed their food.

this place felt like home.

"welcome to onigiri miya. do ya need more time lookin' at the menu?"

a mans voice broke you out of your trance. looking up, you seen a broad male with dark hair in the, what you assumed, was the official uniform of the restaurant.

"hello," you give him a polite smile, "could i get a minced tuna and spring onion rice ball?" you watched the man’s eyes widen, before a small smile adorned his pretty face.

“gotcha, that’s what my brother orders,” he held a bit of fondness in his voice as he recalled his brother. you giggle slightly, “your brother must have good taste.”

“s’alright. my taste has always been better,” he said as he gave you a quick look over, making you sit up a bit straighter. “really? then what do you recommend?” you decided to play along a little, almost forgetting about the events from earlier.

"stop by tomorrow, we could talk about it more."

and when a number was jotted down on the receipt, you felt a new chapter unfolding in your life.

iwaizumi

iwaizumi stared at his client, whose phone was currently going off non-stop. usually, iwaizumi hated it when his clients were on their phones during his training sessions; but this was annoying at this point.

"can you answer that," iwaizumi didn't try to hide the irritation in his voice. his client, kenji, perked up from his sit-ups. "sorry about that, man." iwaizumi just nodded his head, waiting to get back to his training.

"it's my clingy ass girlfriend, she's scared i'm out cheating."

frankly, iwaizumi didn't care; he had another client coming in soon and he needed to get this guy out. "okay.. are you ready to continue?" with a rather embarrassed nod from kenji, they finally continued their workout; which consisted of a few more sets and then iwaizumi creating a dietary plan for kenji to follow.

once kenji was gone, iwaizumi finished up a few more clients for the day before he moved onto his own workout for the night. it was normal for him to stay late and the gym owner trusted him enough to close.

he was in the middle of his workout when he heard the front door open. sighing, he wiped his sweat off with a nearby towel and walked to the front. walking up, he saw a pretty girl who looked lost just as much pissed.

noticing the man coming out of the backroom with a confused look on his face, you decided to speak first.

"hey, sorry to interrupt but have you seen a male with brown hair, brown eyes, and about this tall?" iwaizumi watched as you held your hand a few inches above your own head. "oh and his name is kenji, if that helps?"

iwaizumi's eyes widened in realization; you must be the clingy girlfriend.

"we close in about half an hour, nobody's here but me." he answered truthfully as he watched your face fall. "oh, thank you for letting me know." iwaizumi watched as you were about to turn and leave, but oddly enough he wanted the conversation to continue.

"why does he have you out so late lookin' for him?" iwaizumi wasn't one to shy away from being protective; especially when it came to women and his loved ones.

you watched as he leaned over the reception desk, his biceps flexing as he did so. noticing you were staring, you snapped out of it. "we haven't spoken all day, and then i called him and he told me he was at the gym... thought i'd wait for him so we could go do something after."

haven't spoken all day? that was weird considering how much Kenji's phone was blowing up earlier from text messages from his "clingy girlfriend"/

"he's been gone for hours. i'm his personal trainer, iwaizumi." iwaizumi stuck his hand out which you shook immediately, "(name), nice to meet the man who's kept my boyfriend so busy these past few weeks."

"few weeks? today was his third day here." iwaizumi watched as the words registered into your mind. there was a twitch of your eyebrow, nails picking at the skin of your hands, and a quick bite of your lip.

it was a shitty situation; he felt bad that a pretty girl like you was getting played by a man that couldn't even bench press 22kg.

"if it makes you feel any better, he dropped a 3kg weight on his foot." iwaizumi tried his best to cheer you up, and it seemed to be working when a laugh fell from your lips.

"thank you for talking to me, sorry for taking up your time, iwaizumi. I should start to walk back before it gets too dark," you said noticing how late it was getting.

"let me close up and i'll walk you home, if that's okay with you?"

you looked shocked before a small smile took graced your face, "sure that'll be fine."

and as you waited for iwaizumi to close up the gym, you sent one last text to kenji; a breakup text.

it was against your moral conscience to do it over text, but he tested your limits. you weren't even sure if he'd see the text tonight, since he's out doing whatever, but your feelings still stood.

when you and iwaizumi started the walk back to your complex, it was full of natural conversations and laughter. the two of you hitting it off immediately and ended the night exchanging numbers.

when the next day arrived, kenji walked into the gym, iwaizumi made training incredibly challenging. he still did his job with integrity, but he added a few new workouts to kenji's routine, some of which even made the athletic trainer pause when he did them himself.

akaashi

you flopped around on your best friend's bed, burying your face in his pillows and letting out muffled complaints.

"he's so stupid, keiji! can you believe he ditched our date to go get drunk with his friends?!"

akaashi can actually believe it, but he doesn't think you'd want to hear that right now. "it is shocking, yes." the lie comes out smoothly, he knows how this'll go. you'll complain and shit talk your boyfriend, get immensely sad for a few minutes, and then fall asleep on his bed.

this always happens when another male does your heart incredibly wrong, and akaashi is always there to pick up the shattered pieces.

"it's not the first time this has happened either... we'll be going good, and then out of nowhere he just..."

akaashi heard the familiar cracking of your voice, which he hated to hear, and when he noticed you went completely quiet; he knew you were crying into his pillow.

he gently got up from his seat on his desk, taking a seat on the bed next to you. "(name), it has nothing to do with you, he's just a bottom-of-the-barrel kind of guy. you know this," akaashi picked your head up from his pillow and placed it into his lap.

"you need to stop letting below-average men sweep you off your feet," akaashi sighed. these men were lucky enough to have a chance with you. whereas he, who's known you for a long time, hasn't gotten the chance. akaashi is too careful, and he never wants to overstep any of his boundaries and make you uncomfortable.

you sniffle as akaashi wipes your tears and runs a soothing hand through your hair, which only makes you more sensitive. akaashi noticed as your frown deepened, causing his hand to stop his movements, an apology already on the tip of his tongue.

"sorry, (name) i-...."

"i go for these types of men because i don't know if i deserve better," you spoke truthfully, grabbing akaashi's hand and putting it back on your head.

"(name), you deserve the world. it's not good for you to self-sabotage like this." his hand continued its movements in your hair. this time, it's your turn to sigh.

"keiji, you're too nice to me... i don't deserve someone like you." akaashi is stunned into silence, his hand movements halting. this was new.

you use his silence to continue, "you're so nice to me. i can't find better because better doesn't exist when you're near me. i don't know what i did to deserve your kindness."

akaashi breaks out of the trance he's in a furrow in his brow at your belittling words. "(name), you have made me discover parts of myself i didn't even know existed. (name) you make me happy."

he sees as your eyes start to water once again, "but i don't deserve you. every time i start to date someone new, my brain always compares him to you." akaashi's heart starts to speed up. "i'm the one that doesn't deserve you," he starts, "you stay by my side when i'm stressed from deadlines, you know how to tell when i need to get out of my room. (name), you know me better than almost anyone."

it was a sweet moment shared between you and him; two people who have been silently pinning for each other for so long.

he sees an opportunity right now and he'd be a fool not to take it.

"(name), you don't need these terrible men when you have me," his words become more confident as he speaks, "i promise i can be enough for you, my feelings towards you are genuine. never would i even think about treating you as poorly as these other men."

your eyes widened as you looked up at his face, a pretty red hue blossoming over his face. "you.. do you actually like like me?"

akaashi chuckled at your words, "yes, (name) i like like you," he repeated your words back at you.

"good, because i like like you too."

both you and akaashi let a comfortable silence take over the two of you. a mutual feeling of love waiting to be explored lingers in the air.

this was fun to write! if you enjoyed it pls consider reblogging or following :)

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chariaki · 4 months ago

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Haikyuu Headcanons because we all yearn for fictional love </3

Breasts or Thighs?

Hinata Shoyo would definitely be fucking flustered at that. He's the type to scream out "PERSONALITY!" out of pure embarrassment from the question the KFC worker asked him. It got everyone in the resto looking at him, some young dudes in the back even laughing, but when they saw you walk in with your body hugging dress, and go to your boyfriend to calm him down,they understood. And you would definitely laugh at your baby Shoyo, poor KFC worker just wanted to know his preference for the chicken, not girls.

Kuroo Tetsuroo, the shameless dumbass that he is would definitely answer "Both. And also ass." whilel showing a his proud smirk to the cashier, who is desperately fighting off the urge to laugh out loud, but he couldn't. He was laughing while his hands struggled to work his way arounf the computer to complete his order and his change. Kuroo questioned why the cashier was laughing, then realized his question was for the chicken he ordered, not out of manly mutual understandinf and curiosity. Damn. Man is red, and definitely hides the fact that he's embarrassed by asking the cashier back.

"Why, dude, what about you?"

"Same with you, man. Ass all the way."

And right in time, you approached Tetsu, all confused why you heard the cashier say "ass all the way.", cue the classic bro nod.

Tsukishima Kei is the type to give the cashier a disgusted look, then realize and answer twice. One for his order, the other for his preference.

"Breasts for the chicken..... I love every part of my girl."

"😐"

And the cashier would just be standing there like

"😃?"

"Okay, sir, noted."

Akaashi Keiji would be the most decent and normal out of them 🩵

He would polietly answer his preference for chicken after immediately understanding the question. Then he would take the receipt, and go to the table where you were waiting for him. He would first, definitely kiss your cheek and pat your head, then say "Just so you know, I love them both."

"Huh? Both what, baby?" You ask, titlting your head.

"Heh. You'll find out" He reaches out his palm to caress and hold your face while reflecting the tilt of your head, and chuckles and does his beautiful smile where his eyes gracefully crinkle, and you can't help but fall in love with him all over again.

Ushijima Wakatoshi would definitely be stiff and silent at first, then dead ass serious, say

"Isn't that question for physical fondness rather random and indelicate? Especially since we're in a fastfood restaurant."

"😃?"

"Sir...excuse me, but..... I was asking for the chicken that you ordered....."

"... "

"Oh."

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yenonnoff · 5 months ago

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k. akaashi — page turner

pairing: akaashi x fem!reader (smau)

content: university au, oikawa x reader (here and there), fluff mainly, a hint of angst, profanity, suggestive, bad jokes/references, kys jokes, ooc!

synopsis: it's been 60 days since you last borrowed one of akaashi's most prized books. if he wants it back, he'll have to confront the supposed book thief, and the one who'll steal his heart.

a/n: updates vary!!! (very impulsive bc tmhtl is still priority ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ) + this is for when i need to get my life together but can't ↳ ♪ masterlist | rules | navigations ☆

OPEN : taglist! to be added, send an ask/dm/comment

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INTROS: choose ur fighter | captain save a hoe! | literature 165

C: 1. freaks & books

C: 2. what befalls liars

C: 3. no wedding cake

C: 4. book renewal ☆

C: 5. banishing rex

C: 6. y/n's downfall

C: 7. repaid debts ☆

C: 8. cockblocking 101

C: 9. a man's best friend

C: 10. like father like son

C: 11. k's longest day

C: 12. not always meant to be

C: 13. 2:00 am secrets

EPILOGUE: 13. here with you ☆

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second a/n: woo!!! im late to the party but happy 300 followers :D this is what i've been cooking up n its the perfect opportunity to release it (i feel like im forgetting smth also never trusting @kqbukimono again ignore the rly ugly banner it was done at 4am)

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu smau #hq #hq fluff #hq x reader #hq x yn #hq x you #haikyuu smau series #haikyuu akaashi #hq akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #akaashi x you #akaashi x y/n #akaashi smau #hq smau

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warlocksoup · 1 month ago

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⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ AKAASHI KEIJI

undone ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖

CHAPTER SIX: act

Oikawa was the one who opened the door. He rolled his eyes, at first. But then he saw how much she was crying. He got Iwaizumi, then.

Her sobs are loud, and painful. Iwaizumi holds onto her like he’s trying to keep her contained, pinning her arms to her side, holding her in his lap with his chin on top of her head. His thumb rubs circles into her arm, and she has lost any false semblance of pride or dignity. She lets Iwaizumi cradle her, and she cries like a baby.

“I feel so stupid!” she wails into his chest.

“You’re not stupid,” Iwaizumi says back, because he has to. There’s nothing else for him to say.

She wants to argue with him. She wants him to admit it. He wants her to tell her that she’s a fool for thinking she could get out of this unscathed. That she’s selfish and idiotic and she wants him to tell her that she’s not a very good person, for all that she’s done.

But he doesn’t. Iwaizumi just holds her, and he places a kiss on the top of her head.

“I’m sorry,” she says to him again, and it’s probably the thousandth time she’s apologized to him. They kind of come naturally, all the apologies. Like it’s a default setting, with him. “I’m so sorry, Haji.”

“Shh. It’s okay. Don’t worry about me right now,” he whispers into her ear, and it just makes her sob harder.

Iwaizumi always has so much to give her. And she just takes, and takes, and takes. Never stopping to ask herself if it’s too much, never thinking for too long about what it does to him. “I’m sorry,” she cries again, because she can’t help it.

The only light in the room comes from his desk, where his open laptop sits, brightness turned all the way up. She interrupted him. He was working on an essay or a reading or some kind of assignment, and when he heard she was here, crying on his doorstep, he dropped it at once.

Iwaizumi loves her. She never feels it more than it that moment. It makes it all the more painful to admit that, after all of it, she still doesn’t love him. That some sick, small part of her still wishes it was Akaashi, instead.

Her fists clutch at the front of his shirt. Iwaizumi raises a hand and smooths out the back of her hair. “You know,” he says as his fingers briefly graze against the tip of her ear, “I always think I’m gonna be done with you. I think I’m ready to move on. But I dunno. Something happens and I just get pulled back in every time. There’s just something about you I just can’t give up on.”

She squeezes her eyes shut. Her breathing slows down. She doesn’t want to hear this.

“I don’t like watching him do this to you. I don’t like watching him use you. I don’t like watching him make you feel like you’re just a means to an end.”

She hiccups. “I’m just doing the same thing to you.”

He stops, for a moment, his hand freezing on the top of her head, before he resumes again. “I wouldn’t let you, if I didn’t want you to.”

“I meant what I said,” she says, still not lifting her head to look up at him. “You are important to me.”

“I know,” Iwaizumi says. “I know what I am to you.”

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In the morning, it’s snowing again. Her head throbs; she feels dehydrated. Iwaizumi is holding onto her, pulling her back into his chest, his leg hooked over her hip. He didn’t sleep with her last night; he wouldn’t.

She peels her eyes open. Iwaizumi shifts against her. “Are you awake?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” she answers with a nod of her head.

He yawns, turning his head away from hers. “Alright,” he says through it. “I’ll make you a coffee.”

“No,” she says, hand grabbing at his forearm, holding him in place. “Can you just stay with me? For a bit.”

Iwaizumi stiffens, and then relaxes against her. “Okay,” he says, “whatever you want.”

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She doesn’t get home until later in the afternoon. Akaashi’s waiting for her at the kitchen counter.

He stands when the door opens, and then closes behind her, leaning forward like he’s tempted to reach out to her, but holding himself back, because he knows he probably shouldn’t. “Where were you?”

“Iwa’s,” she answers simply, kicking off her shoes and making her way into the kitchen. “I didn’t think you’d care.”

Akaashi narrows his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I care? You just ran off. I didn’t know what happened to you.”

“You didn’t call or text or anything,” she tells him. She would know. She was compulsively checking her phone will Iwaizumi showered.

He pauses, and looks down at his feet. “Yeah, I guess I just needed some time to think.”

She nods. She wants to leave, but she stays where she is. A conversation is coming, she’s sure. Something she doesn’t want to hear. Explanations and excuses. Maybe an apology, if she’s lucky.

Akaashi sighs. “Look, I don’t know what happened last night. I got carried away. I shouldn’t have,” he stops, and looks back over his shoulder, and then down at the floor again. She figures he could at least do the courtesy of looking her in the eye. “We shouldn’t have done that. It was a mistake.”

She doesn’t need to be told that. She knew it was a mistake before she agreed. “Okay,” she says, and that’s it.

“So you agree?” Akaashi presses. “It was a mistake?”

For Akaashi, it was getting carried away. It was forgetting himself. It was acting like a horny idiot. It was a different kind of mistake, for her. Letting herself have a taste of something she wouldn’t have. Letting herself have too much.

She nods her head and agrees. She’s mad at him for making her say it. “Yeah, Keiji. It was a mistake.”

He nods along with her, like they’re on the same page. “Good. I was worried.”

She doesn’t say anything. Something in her twitches, and she feels irrational.

“I should probably try to talk to Alisa. I hope I didn’t freak her out or anything. All of that and I didn’t even get to see if she was jealous or not,” he jokes, awkwardly, uncomfortably, and he probably shouldn’t’ve.

She can’t take it. She suddenly can’t take hearing one more thing about Alisa. She disappears for a night in the cold with tears in her eyes, and all she gets is a few lazy, noncommittal sentences before it’s right back to fucking Alisa again.

It makes her angry. It makes her feel worthless. She snaps at him. “Alisa doesn’t like you.”

Akaashi snaps his head up at her, then. “What?” he questions, voice sharp.

Her eyes narrow. “I said, she doesn’t fucking like you, Keiji. She told me so. She said you’re like a little brother to her.”

His eyes water immediately, and he has to swallow before he speaks again. “What do you-why-when did she-“

“Friday,” she spits out. “She got drunk and told me. She said she was grateful we were dating, because she could finally feel comfortable around you. She was relieved at the idea that you liked someone who wasn’t her.”

She knows it’s cruel, what she says, how she’s saying it. But she doesn’t care. She’s been ripped apart raw by Akaashi so many times, she’s run low on empathy.

“You knew,” Akaashi whispers, betrayed and cut up. “Why wouldn’t you tell me? Why would you-“ he trails off, and he seems to figure it out for himself. He scoffs, “Oh my god. Oh my god, you are so fucked.”

She chuckles mirthlessly, almost in disbelief. “Oh, I’m fucked? And I suppose I’m also the one who came up with the idea to try and trick Alisa into dating you in the first place? I’m the one who cooked up the plot to lie to all of our friends? I’m the one who asked to kiss you to make someone else jealous?”

“You went along with it!” Akaashi fires back. “You knew how desperate I was for her, and you took advantage of me!”

“And I was desperate for you!” she yells, and Akaashi takes a step back, like he’s disgusted. Like he’s repulsed by the idea. It almost knocks the wind out of her. “I would’ve done anything for you, anything you asked! You don’t think you took advantage of me? You don’t think you did anything wrong?”

“I didn’t! I was just asking you for a favor! I didn’t manipulate you! You used my feelings for her just so you could pretend I cared about you!”

The hurt in her chest is combining with her rage, and it swirls inside of her, choking her from the inside out. “God, you piss me off, Keiji. You really fucking do. You think you’re faultless? Some helpless victim? You were so willing to lie to Alisa for her attention. You think she’d be happy about that? If I called her right now, and told her everything, do you think she’d still talk to you tomorrow?”

Akaashi doesn’t say anything. He locks his jaw, and he glares at her from across the room.

“Call me selfish all you want. You think I’m proud of myself? You think I’m happy about the way things turned out? I can’t fucking stand myself. But you’re not any fucking better than me!”

Her words hang in the air for a moment. She can almost hear them echo. Akaashi looks at her, and says, “No. I’m not like you. You fucking disgust me.”

He should’ve just hit her. It would’ve been better.

She doesn’t say anything else. She just turns around, and heads back towards the door. Akaashi just stands there and watches as she slips her shoes back on, and slams the door behind her, not even bothering to grab her jacket.

Once the cold air hits her, she pulls out her phone, storming down the sidewalk as she scrolls to find Alisa contact.

‘akaashi and i were never dating. he asked to fake it for your attention. he does like you. i’m sorry i agreed to it, and i’m sorry i lied. you deserve to know the truth, and you deserve better. i’m really sorry.’

She hits send.

Her feet carry her back down a familiar route. It’s warm, in Iwaizumi’s apartment. He knows her. He gets her. He knows the truth about her, and he still loves her. It’s better with Iwaizumi, she figures. Better to settle than it is to live with this hole in her chest.

the end :3

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delwrites · 9 months ago

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Haikyuu! Masterlist

-bokuto

plus size!reader headcannons

-akaashi

roommate!akaashi headcannons

-atsumu

best friend to lovers headcannons

-kenma

cosy rain day drabble

touch headcannons

-tsukishima

ignoring him (angst to fluff)

-suna

best friend!suna headcannons

-asahi

doing his hair headcannons

-smau oneshots

calling him pretty texts part one (akaashi, noya, kenma, tendou)

calling him pretty texts part two (oikawa, bokuto, kuroo, hinata)

ignoring them (akaashi, bokuto) fluff!

trying to make plans with kenma...

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zumicho · 5 months ago

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MOUSETRAP! ← IWAIZUMI / AKAASHI SMAU EP14: ONLY GIRL THAT’S EVER BEEN ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄+WRITTEN⠄⠂⋆

cw: PDA PDA PDA

｡･ﾟﾟ･ WRITTEN PORTION BELOW ✧･ﾟ: *

“your room is nice,” you squat next to him, watching as he slides a shoebox out from under the bed.

“nicer with you in it.” he coos. you roll your eyes.

stepping back and leaning against the doorframe, you raise an eyebrow. “you flirt like this with every girl you bring in here?”

“it kind of flows out on it’s own when I’m with you. so no. and you’re the only girl that’s ever been.” he steps closer, linking his pinky with yours — rounding up your fingers one by one till he’s holding your whole right hand. he places three photographs in your palm.

the playground.

that got you grinning. “hopefully the only girl that ever will be. I’m technically your wife. thirteen years and counting. no ring.” you hold your hand up next to your head and tap at your fourth finger, wiping invisible tears away theatrically.

now he’s rolling his eyes, popping a dimple.

“how about we finish talking about the wedding itself first? then we can talk rings.”

author’s note: 2 eps today, maybe 3 if im productive :> if you read my joe oneshot pretend u dont see any lines reused 😶‍🌫️ DON’T ASSUME ANYTHING IS ENDGAME !!! team keiji gets bandaged up soon I promiseeeee

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#haikyuu smau #haikyuu #hq smau #hq fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x y/n #hq x you #x yn #x you #iwaizumi x reader #akaashi x reader #another L for team akaashi i cant wait to write the redemption 😖

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rintarousgirl · 1 year ago

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i wanna be yours -- 1. why'd you only ever call me when you're high?

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

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The smell of caramel and cocoa hung in the air of the small coffee shop as you worked silently. Your laptop sat on the table in front of you while you sewed a small rip in one of your client's commissions. You weren't the biggest seamstress, but you did it pretty well by hand and it went by a lot quicker and smoother for you then doing it with a machine.

You loved coming to the coffee shop to get your work done. The smell of roast and warm pastries soothed you, and the large, iced coffee you always ordered remained one of your favorite drinks. No other place was able to make it the way you liked it like this place did.

Putting down your commission, you took a sip of your coffee, relishing in its taste. You breathed out a sigh and wiped your lipgloss off the straw. You were about to scroll through a few unanswered emails when a man slides into the other half of the booth you occupied.

Blinking, you took in the sight of him, and your eyes met hazel ones. "Um, hello," you said, feeling a spark of uncomfort grow in you. The man gave a small smile, holding a drink of his own.

"Hello. I'm hoping you're Ms. Y/N?"

You ran the possibilities through your mind. He could be a sales marketer, or a fan. Though, it was weird to run into a fan of your rather small business in your rather small town in an even smaller coffee shop. Unnerved, you gave a nod.

"Good, that makes things a lot easier. I don't want to scare you, but I have been looking into your business as an artist and designer. I'm Kita Shinsuke, and I have a job proposition for you."

Swallowing around a lump in your throat, you said, "Go ahead."

He takes a small sip of his drink, before clearing his throat. "I'm sure you've heard of the band INARIZAKI?"

You snorted. "Who hasn't?" you asked jokingly. The band was popular, known for its amazing talent and "hot" members. You hadn't heard much of their music, but they sounded good enough on the radio when you drove. You knew Kuroo was a bit of a fan, but that's all the exposure you had.

Running a small business, you don't have a lot of time to engage in things you may like. You were constantly running yourself ragged trying to ship out the right number of orders with perfect quality to your clients. You couldn't even count how many nights you'd stayed up till the birds began to chirp trying to package and create things. You may have overestimated your abilities to sell your own makeup, clothes, and other cute things along with being an at-home makeup artist. But you wouldn't stop for the world.

Kita agreed with a small chuckle. "Well, I am their manager. Due to unfortunate circumstances our current makeup artist and outfit coordinator left our team. Obviously, we wouldn't want any big faces on our team as we'd like to keep it small for the privacy of our band members. You were recommended to me through a friend, and I was told how to approach you."

You tried to think of your recent clients, and their backgrounds. Off the top of your head, none of them seemed famous enough to know the manager of the INARIZAKI band. Unless it were Bokuto or Kenma, but you're pretty sure they wouldn't talk with them either.

You had to admit, he was piquing your interest.

"So, Ms. Y/N. It isn't anything set in stone yet, but could we arrange something? I'm aware this is very short notice, but we have a small concert three nights from now and I'm afraid I am not well-versed enough to do it myself. Try it out, see if you'd like the gig, and we'll see how it goes.

"It is very sudden," you say, thinking back to all the projects you had at home. But you didn't have any makeup gigs as of recent, just small shipping's and your own personal life. You could do it, probably. "Let me check my calendar."

Kita nodded. "Of course."

You ignored your emails once more, and clicked on your calendar tab. You were right. Any bookings weren't for another week at the least, and most of your current commissions were small things like scarves or sweaters. Well, you had those specialized kneepads to work on for Bokuto's birthday two weeks from now, but you had some free time.

"I could do that, yeah," you say, smiling at him. Kita seemed nice and pretty harmless, and you had heard the name before. You trusted him, even if it was stupid to say.

Kita's small smile grows into something a little hopeful. "Wonderful. I've already emailed you before this, but I hadn't gotten a response. So, you have my contact information. May I have your email?"

You nod, writing it down on a pad of paper for him. He pockets it. "I'm going to set up something with the band as a meeting before the concert. Most likely a dinner tomorrow night, does that sound good?"

"Just send me the details!" you beam, giving him a thumbs up.

He gets up to leave, but you grab onto his sleeve. He turns, cup in hand. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, really. I'm very excited."

Kita looks down to his shoes for a second, as if in thought, then his hazel eyes snap back up to you. "I should be the one thanking you for accepting so suddenly. You're really saving my job, Y/N."

"I wouldn't say so. You do a lot for the band as manager. If you didn't, you wouldn't have found me."

"I suppose you're right."

Kita leaves after that, and you turn to face the coffee table. Shock begins to register within your body. Did that really just happen? Your fingers shake, and you know you won't be able to get any sewing done for a while.

This was the opportunity of a lifetime. Kita said he'd emailed you before. What if he hadn't been so determined as to hunt you down? Would you have missed this just because you slacked off on checking your emails?

God.

You take out your phone, and open twitter. Talking about your issues on social media always got a laugh out of your friends.

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༻✦༺ next -> | masterlist

fun fact(s)!:

y/n and akaashi were the first friends out of the group, dating all the way back to high school. akaashi's overprotective of her like a brother, and they hang out the most. akaashi introduced her to bokuto at vb when she became the manager for his team and then to kuroo and kenma.

kita regularly goes to the same coffee shop y/n was at with aran. he just happened to run into her there picking up coffees for the two of them.

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mollyrolls · 3 months ago

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i have not talked abt akaashi enough recently. i need to remedy this immediately

#this isn’t even a self ship thing like i have not spoken abt akaashi in general at all #i was trying to think of possible situations for him so that i could write for him #and i feel like everything’s already been done #boom no more creativity in the world it’s over #(lie)#(i’m projecting)#i did have a cursed mini series i might try and do #woke up in a cold sweat had to go to my drafts #it’s not even that cursed but i could make it cursed #if you’ve made it this far you get to know #i mightttt do the haikyuu men as disney princes x princess coded yn #and do like 500-1k mini drabbles for each #but i’m not sold on it #off my rocker

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starsformyuniverse · 10 months ago

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|Reconciliation|Bokuto Kōtarō|

Synopsis: Y/n l/n and Bokuto live two completely different lives.Your settling down and in law school while he's still playing volleyball.With a shocking turn of events, will you two reconcile again?

|01: The first day of forever

12:00pm

*Deep breath* I can do this

1:00pm

He should be here soon.

1:15pm

He's a little late. No big deal...

2:00pm

He should have been here by now.

4:00pm

He's not coming, is he..?

You sighed deeply, taking the bottle of juice out of Oikawa's hands. You take a swing and gaze at the floor with tear-stained eyes. Today was supposed to be perfect; you were supposed to get married and spend the rest of your life with your fiancé, (F/N).Now that plan has gone to shit, he left you at the altar. The asshole didn't even bother to tell you face-to-face. You could have gone home or gone to a friend's house, but part of you thought maybe he would have a change of heart and come running back and marry you anyway. But he never did, and he never will. Did he even want to marry you in the first place? You weren't entirely sure, but you knew you had to pull yourself together. Not right now, but you will have to eventually.

"Hey..N/n. Look, I'm really sorry for how this day has turned out." Your best friend, Oikawa, frowns at you. "No, it's fine. I have suspected this. He's been acting weird lately, anyway." You explained, checking the clock.Truth be told, he has been acting weird lately. He would come home late, not text back at all, and not even be there when you were there. You thought maybe he was doing extra planning and did not want you to know. You knew deep down the truth—you knew he was cheating but was deep in denial until today.

5:15pm

You grimaced at the time. Was it that late already? You weren't really sure what to do. You could go home and confront him, or you could go with your friend back to his place. Both plans weren't going to work. Oikawa, who flew out for this special day.He had to fly back the next day for a tournament in Argentina, and you shared an apartment with your fiancé. Or x fiancé now.

"You did?" He asks, turning to you, shocked as he puts down the bottle of juice next to him.

You nodded. His phones have been pinging a lot, and he hasn't even been around as much," you tear up.You wish you figured it out sooner, or at least believed your gut beforehand.

He raises an eyebrow and frowns. "Why did you want to marry him then?" Oikawa knew you loved this guy, and the fact that this guy did this to you hurt him. He loved you to death and wanted you too be happy.

"I don't know. I thought maybe if I still married him, it'd work. I guess not. He still ran off." You shrugged and were completely done talking about this subject. He noticed your reaction and decided to say something else.

"Maybe, just maybe, in a way, it's good?" He asked, unsure of your reaction. Don't get him wrong; he liked the guy at first. But now he was glad you didn't get married.

"Maybe. I'm kind of glad I didn't get married. Though. " You admit and smile a little as you look at him. "Really?" Tooru was shocked and smirked. "Yeah. I loved him and all, but... I didn't love him as much as I thought."You explain as Oikawa cuts in, laughing, "As much as you loved Kotaro?" It was not a shock. You and Bokuto dated in high school, and everyone thought you two would end up together. You grew up, graduated, and moved on. But as much as you try to deny it, everyone knew. They knew you never really got over him.

"You might be right, but I will never see him again."

A/N: The original story is mine too on my other account!!Anyways I hope you guys liked the first part !! I have more chapters ready <33

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emmyrosee · 20 days ago

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Keiji is absolutely nothing if not an attentive, knowing husband.

He’s good, he’s good at the whole marriage thing, knowing what makes you tic and what makes you purr, your anniversaries and outings and just being an absolute maniac when it comes to knowing all about you.

So imagine your complete, your total, your absolute horrific discovery to find out that today, he’s not home.

There’s no flowers, no note, no chaotic breakfast that Mei insisted on making you with Keiji- she claims today is her favorite holiday- and there’s nothing.

Not one of those things, on this birthday of yours.

To be honest, you don’t really mind, he’s one for… however many years you’ve known him, he was bound to forget it at some point (you certainly know you’ve had a few close calls), it just feels strange to have a birthday just with you and not your loving husband or eager daughter.

You stretch, yawn and slowly get out of bed, making your way to the kitchen to prepare for your day off, eager to spend some time alone and not have to worry about anything until you pick up your four year old.

Who is just as surprised as you at Keiji’s forgetting. Who takes a vendetta against Keiji for forgetting.

“You mean daddy didn’t take care of you today?” She says sadly. “That’s not nice of him…”

You giggle, “it’s okay, it’s just one day, yeah?”

“But!” She whines. “I made you a card! ‘Nd we should have a cake! And a birffday party!”

You shrug as you continue to strap her in, “well, sometimes, things don’t exactly pan out like we’d expect them to. And that’s okay! Besides,” you take out your credit card and flash it to Mei, “now we can have a girls day, yeah? Brag to daddy all about it.”

She beams up at you, and you finish buckling her into her seat.

Nails have been painted, delicious pastries for dessert have been picked, a cake to be baked and decorated has been prettied up, and now, all you can do is wait for Keiji to come home and witness all the fun he’d missed today.

Sure enough, 15:34 rolls around, and Keiji comes through the door, sleepy smile on his face and jacket shrugging off of his shoulders. “Hey, my girls.”

“Hey,” you hum, making your way over to him. You toss your arms around his neck and pucker your lips out for a kiss, which he tenderly returns. “How was work?”

“Exhausting,” he says with a small whine. “So glad to be home with the two loves of my life.” He smiles and kisses you again, only to then make eye contact with his daughter, who eyes him in a scold. He crouches down and reaches out to pinch her cheeks, only for her to dodge him slightly.

“And how’s my favorite little-“

“Hmph!”

Immediately, Keiji is cut off by the sound of your four year old’s disapproval, and he watches with a displeased furrow as she stomps her foot with crossed arms and turns away from him. His jaw is slacked, at the mercy of Mei and your attempts to not cackle out loud.

His eyes, filled with incredulous confusion flick back up to you in search for your assistance in correcting her attitude, but you say nothing. Instead, you place your hands on your hips and look down your nose at him.

He straightened his back and took a deep inhale for patience, “excuse me?”

“I said:” once again, Mei stomps her foot and crosses her arms tighter over her tiny chest, “hmph!”

“Have i upset you, Mei?” He asks, crouching lower to try and get her to open up to him. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

“You should know,” she snips.

God she’s so cute, you could just bite her.

Keiji, right now however, may disagree with that sentiment.

“I don’t think I like this attitude, little miss-“

“Not my fault you didn’t wish mommy happy birffday today!” Mei pouts, and instantly, Keiji’s brows shoot up, from anger to surprise. When he turns to look at you in confirmation, your expression turns from one of amusement, to faux anger to match Mei’s. His gaze softens, and he reaches his hands out to you for your affection.

“R…Really?”

“Really really,” you confirm. “I was super surprised our four year old and Koutarou remembered before you did.”

All the color drains from his face, and for a moment your expression softens as he looks like he’s about to faint right in front of you. “Kou…Koutarou remembered?”

“Honestly all of the Jackals did- Kiyoomi even sent me a card that’s due to come.” The detail, all though a little unnecessary, again makes him deflate, and even if your intentions are cruel, he looks so cute trying to grovel for forgiveness.

“Baby… my love… I’m so, so sorry-“

“You should be,” you huff, crossing your arms dramatically. “It’s a good thing I had Mei to keep me company all day, apparently she’s the only Akaashi who loves me.”

“Yeah!” Mei’s voice echos behind Keiji. It makes him snort and drop his head against your shoulder, palms smoothing up your hips and sides in an attempt to be affectionate, though the action only has you melting into his embrace.

“I’m so sorry,” he hums from your neck, peppering soft kisses along the length. Your breath hitches and your own hands come up to rest on his own shoulders. “Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”

“Absolutely not,” you say, giggling softly when he tenses up, then looking up it you in betrayal. “I want ramen. I want ice cream and chips, and I want to watch classic Disney movies as a family, and I want to do those cute panda face masks Mei got us for our anniversary with Koutarou.”

“Okay… okay I can do that; what kind of chips?”

“All of them.”

“You got it.” With that, Keiji kisses your cheek and quickly turns on his heal to head back out to the corner store to stock up on everything you asked for.

“Mommy?” Mei asks, tugging your pant leg.

“What baby?”

“Are you mad at daddy?”

You smile and ruffle her hair, bending down to pick her up and help you set up the rest of your birthday wishes.

“Couldn’t be mad at daddy even if I wanted to be.”

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vuntysharck · 4 months ago

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work of art : akaashi keiji x reader

intro 1 ! — RENT (1996)

divider by roseraris

this is so bad oh em gee

taglist : @phoenix-eclipses @wolffmaiden

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annieoncrack · 2 years ago

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spider-man kiss with akaashi keiji

akaashi x gnreader, just a cute lil idea ;)

“okay I’m getting off,” you said, carefully jumping off the monkey bars that were meant for toddlers.

you both often spent time after practise at the park near the school. usually you both would sit on the park bench but today you decided to take the monkey bars since none of the kids were hanging around there.

“the sun just started setting,” the boy lightly chuckled. “come on it’s not even that uncomfortable.”

“my butt disagrees,” you shook your head, turning to look at the boy who just rolled his eyes playfully.

gosh. he’s so beautiful.

a year into your relationship and a single action could still make the butterflies go feral.

golden hour was slowly ending and parents started calling out to their children, telling them that it was time to go home. but right now it felt like the day had started all over again.

“you’re so pretty,” you tell him and a faint blush appeared at the tip of his ears.

“thank you,” he shyly smiled down at you. “so are you.”

just as you were about to say something silly you realised the elevation and an idea popped into your head.

“you don’t get dizzy when you hang upside down right?” you questioned him and he shrugged.

“ive never really thought about it but i dont think so.”

“ok. hang upside down.”

he wanted to ask a follow up question but decided to trust you based on the look on your face. when he was hanging from the bars in such a way that perfectly aligned his face to yours you smiled widely.

“ok close your eyes,” you said excitedly and akaashi just obliged.

you take a second to stare at his features from this angle. his soft ruffled hair gravitated to the ground and his pink lips looked kinda funny but so kissable.

finally, you placed your cold hands on his cheeks and brushed your lips against his. it didnt take him long to follow and deepen the kiss and instinctively he brought his hands upwards to cup your cheeks but was met with nothing due to his position.

you both let out a soft laugh, your heads resting on the others chin. “for someone so smart you can be silly at times.”

“oh really,” he challenged. “you try hanging upside down and then we’ll see.”

the playful glint in his eyes and hot breath fanning over your face made you grin.

“you’re on.”

#akaashi #akaashi keiji #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq boys #hq #akaashi x reader #fluff #spider man #haikyuu fluff #fukurodani #akaashi x yn #yn #fanfic #haikyuu oneshot #oneshot

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yenonnoff · 5 months ago

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✧˚ · .✎ page turner — chapter 2: what befalls liars

╰┈➤ masterlist | chapter 1 (prev) | chapter 3

fun facts:

currently playing: you are my literature by park so eun

sorry, slightly rambled during akaashi & bokuto's chat bc i love them a lit too much

y/n is super strong and cool!!! she had a black belt and everything when she did karate. the guy (nora's brother) kind of ticked her off when he lied/challenged her to a match claiming he was a black belt.

i took the name nora from this girl i met on roblox uno. was playing with @kqbukimono and she kept irritating us so the name nora is forever stuck with me </3

the picture kuroo sent is actually kei, it looks identical

bokuto saw akaashi's tweet about the cat but was only focusing on his coffee to notice!

a/n: i love bokuto. (and joke bear pics)

taglist is open! dm or ask to be a part of it!

☆ ˚ · . @froyaoya @mylahrins @aloesstuff @causenessus @wyrcan @miyamoratsumuu @aliensstolemyheart @seiamor @neoclb @usermins @vivianne666 @ttrinie @kqbukimono @guitarstringed-scars @jeoo-saw @akaashislovee @nbcvs @charlotterosea13 @bows4life

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #hq #hq x reader #hq x yn #haikyuu smau series #hq smau #akaashi keiji #haikyuu akaashi #hq akaashi #akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi x y/n #akaashi x you #akaashi smau #akaashi fluff #akaashi keji x reader #smau

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warlocksoup · 1 month ago

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⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ AKAASHI KEIJI

undone ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖

CHAPTER FIVE: plans

NOTE: chapter contains adult, nsfw content (minor, not too graphic). will be sectioned off with ── .✦ so you can skip if you would like. MDNI

She’s sitting on the couch, back leaned up against the arm and legs kicked out over the cushions. Akaashi grabs each of her ankles, lifts them, and then sits. He places her legs back down on his lap once he’s there. “What are you watching?”

He keeps a hand placed over the skin of her ankle, and it makes heat creep up her neck.

“A documentary about the Romanov's,” she answers, picking at the skin of her lower lip, not looking back at him.

He hums. “Is it interesting?”

“What do you want, Keiji?” she asks, pausing the film in front of her.

Akaashi gives her this offended sort of look, like he’s unimpressed with her assumption. “What? I can’t ask about it?”

She raises an eyebrow. “You don’t give a shit about the Romanov's.”

“Yeah, but I give a shit about you,” he says, raising his hand just to bring it back down against her ankle.

Her heart twists oddly in her chest. There would’ve been a time where she would’ve basked in any praise given to her by Akaashi, gushed about it to a third party for days. But it’s just started to feel bitter, over time. It makes her uncomfortable, dissatisfied. It sits there in her chest and makes her squirm.

“What do you want?” she repeats to him.

Akaashi sighs, caught. “There’s a graduate reading night tonight. Alisa’s reading this passage from her series of short stories she’s working on about like, grief and generational strife through the stages of decomposition. It’s actually kind of brilliant.”

“Yeah, I know,” she says. “Alisa told me about it.”

He narrows her eyes at her. “She did?”

She’s become Alisa’s new pet, of sorts. Or at least, that’s how she likes to view it. Alisa would probably just call it a friendship. It consists of gleeful squeals and hugs of greeting, like Alisa is overjoyed every time she bumps into her on campus, random texts, and the promises of many, many lunch dates.

And it’s nice, in a way. It’s nice to get Alisa’s attention, to be on the receiving end of her affection. It’s also nice to feel like she has something that Akaashi doesn’t.

“Yeah, she texts me all the time,” she answers. “She invited me to go the other day.”

Akaashi sits there, looking confused, like he couldn’t have possibly factored this into his scheme. Like it’s a wrench in his plans he can’t account for. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shrugs. “I dunno. We weren’t talking about you.”

“You mean she hasn’t brought me up once?”

“Nope.”

“Oh.”

Now, she doesn’t know what to say. She watches Akaashi. “Well, look, don’t take that the wrong way, okay? If she really liked you, it’s not like she’d bring it up to your supposed girlfriend all the time, anyways.”

Which, she figures would be true. If Alisa liked him. If it were even a possibility.

She feels bad lying to Akaashi. She feels bad lying to Alisa and Yukie and Kuroo and Bokuto and every single one of their friends that is under the impression that she and Akaashi are genuinely, truly in love. It makes her feel like something is worming around inside her, carving out her insides and leaving her hollow.

The only person she’s not lying to is Iwaizumi, who, after weeks of nonstop contact, won’t answer her texts. She thinks it’s some sort of karmic punishment.

“I guess so,” Akaashi relents, and then shakes his head. “Anyways, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go to the reading with me.”

“I’ll go,” she says, and then knocks her foot into his arm. “If you finish watching this documentary with me.”

Akaashi smiles. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want.”

She’s glad the conversation ends there, so she can stop thinking about what a horrible person she is.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

She stands at her window, leaning out of it, phone pressed to her ear. It’s out of character, for her to call. It doesn’t make any sense, and she knows that she shouldn’t. But she doesn’t like how it all feels out of her control, now.

She just wants him to talk to her, again.

“It’s Iwa. You missed me. Leave a message.”

She inhales, and the cold air that enters her lung cools her hot head. There’s a dial tone. “Hey,” she says into the receiver. “I’m sorry to call you, I know it’s insane. But I just hadn’t heard from you recently, and I dunno, I just wanted to make sure we’re good, y’know? I dunno. I miss you, in a weird way. You are important to me, even if I’m not really great at acting like it. I dunno. Call me back, if you want. If you don’t, that’s okay, too. Anyway, I’m sorry.”

She hangs up, and feels even worse.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

Under the fluorescent lights of a university meeting room, Alisa stands behind a podium and reads. Her hands are shaking as the clutch to the paper, but her voice flows smoothly, clearly, confidently.

She’s sitting besides Akaashi, row four of fifteen, in an uncomfortable plastic folding chair that forces her posture to be straight.

Oddly, she feels transfixed, watching Alisa and listening to her words and falling into some sort of trance. Akaashi was right. It is sort of brilliant, the way Alisa can string together a sentence and make it sound like more than it is. How she can write something foreign and make it sound familiar. How her voice soothes you into compliance.

Her eyes water.

Akaashi reaches over and places a hand on her thigh.

He squeezes, and doesn’t let go.

She can feel it as the spell breaks. It snaps.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

“It’s not working,” Akaashi says, forehead rested against his hand.

They’ve been in his car for five minutes, and they haven’t gotten anywhere. They’re still in the university parking lot, sitting right across from the liberal arts building, and she doesn’t say anything. The only right thing to say is the truth, so she can’t say anything at all.

“She hardly even looked at me,” Akaashi laments, and he’s correct.

After the reading, Alisa rushed over to her, gave her a hug, thanked her for coming. And then regarded Akaashi with a forced smile and a polite, ‘and you too, Akaashi,’ like he was an afterthought. Not ungrateful, not rude. He just wasn’t her priority.

It’s hard to deny.

“I dunno what to tell you, Keiji,” she says, and it’s true. She should tell him that it’s time to call it, take this opportunity to bow out gracefully and bring an end to it all. But she can’t. She just can’t make herself do it.

They sit in silence. That’s when Alisa appears, jacket zipped up to her chin and a hat pulled over her ears, standing directly across from them on an empty sidewalk, waiting for a ride.

She hopes Akaashi doesn’t notice her. But of course, he does. Akaashi wouldn’t ever not notice her.

“Fuck,” he complains. “There she is.”

“Ask her if she wants a ride,” she suggests half-heartedly, shrugging. “Maybe she’ll think it’s considerate.”

Alisa sees her, then. She has a clear view from her spot on the sidewalk. She smiles brightly, and waves. And she can’t help but wave back.

“No,” Akaashi says. “Can I kiss you?”

She snaps her head in his direction. “What?”

He leans closer to her. “Just one kiss. I wanna see how she reacts, if it makes her jealous. If that doesn’t do it, then nothing will, and then we can give up.”

Her throat feels dry. “Are you sure you wanna do that?”

“It’s just a kiss,” he shrugs it off. “It’s not that big a deal to me, if it’s not to you.”

But it is. It is everything to her. She almost screams at the suggestion that he could just kiss her, and it would be nothing. That he could do something like that, and it wouldn’t completely ruin her.

She tells herself to say no. That it is the right thing to do, by her and by Akaashi. That saying no is her only option, and that she shouldn’t said no from the start, so really, this is the only way to make it right.

But, she always takes what she can get. She’s always going to say yes, when it comes to him.

She nods her head. “Fine.”

Akaashi is all she can see, his face illuminated by the dim, yellow streetlights as they sit in the front seats of his car. His eyes are wide with panic, hands slightly shaking with misdirected nerves. He’s staring straight at her, and it makes her feel small. “Is she still looking?”

There’s a stubborn strand of hair that falls in front of his forehead. She reaches out, and uses the tips of her fingers to brush it off to the side. “Yeah, she’s still looking,” she tells him, arm dropping back down to her side. She doesn’t have to look over her shoulder to confirm it. The other girl hasn’t once looked away this whole time; she can feel her stare follow her with every slight movement she makes.

“Should I do it?” Akaashi asks, leaning in towards her with the slight uptick of his words. “Now?”

“Yeah,” she confirms with a nod, “do it now.”

Akaashi nods, and flicks his eyes in her direction. She shakes her head, and reaches back for him, her thumb gently nudging his jaw back in her direction. “Don’t look at her,” she instructs. “You wouldn’t look at someone else before you kiss someone.”

If it were real, being the unsaid implication.

If it was real, the way he pretended to feel about her. If it was real when he held her hand and rested his head on her shoulder. If it was real, and he wasn’t in love with someone else, instead.

Akaashi nods, and his eyes are fixed onto hers, following her instruction almost too well. She has to swallow the lump in her throat as Akaashi leans into her, his hand slowly rising to cup the side of her face. And she knows that she agreed, she knows that she’s gone along with everything so far, but for the first time since it’s started, she’s filled to the brim with regret.

Because when Akaashi’s blue eyes flutter shut, and he tilts his head to make it fit against hers, it feels real. It all feels too real.

Akaashi kisses her, and it’s everything she thought it would be. He breathes new life into her from the second his lips hit hers, and she feels like every cell in her is hot, burning. And she has to tell herself, over and over, that it is fake. That it’s not real. That she can’t dig her fingers into his hair and mark his neck.

He’s not hers. He’s not hers.

She thinks about breaking away from him, but tells herself she’ll let him do it first. He can be the one to end it.

But Akaashi doesn’t let her go.

His tongue slips across her bottom lip. He tastes like fresh mint, and he is not letting her go.

── .✦

His hand reaches up to cup the back of her neck, and he pulls her deeper into him. And she would give everything to know what he’s thinking when he leans in closer to her, ribs pressed against the center console of the car, arm reaching around her waist to get a better grip on her.

Her head feels like it’s fried, and conscious thoughts are slowly slipping away. She tries to get a grip on them, wanting to be aware of where she is, and what exactly she’s doing. But Akaashi reaches a hand up to tangle in the roots of her hair, and he grabs a fistful of it, tugging at it lightly, and any hope of retaining a proper string of thoughts is gone.

Her body’s operating on desire now, moving in tandem with Akaashi’s, completely on its own.

His mouth is wet and warm, and her hands work their way up his chest, sliding back over his shoulders, looping around his neck. Akaashi lets out a sharp breath of air through his nose, and nibbles on her bottom lip.

A moan falls from her. Soft, and barely there. But it’s enough for Akaashi. He detangles his hand from her hair, and places each of them on either side of her hips, pulling her out of her seat and into his lap. His hands stay there, digging into her skin, holding her down.

Her mouth moves from his, to his jaw, leaving wet, sloppy kisses along the outline of it, and then down the side of his neck, teeth occasionally nipping at the skin. She reaches the crook of his neck, and Akaashi’s hands go to the buckle of her jeans.

She doesn’t stop him. She doesn’t stop him when he rips them open, and yanks down the zipper. She doesn’t stop him when he slips his hand inside, one finger drawing careful outlines on the outside of her underwear.

Instead, she kisses him again, moaning into his mouth.

She feels like an animal. She feels uncontrolled, and almost vile. She doesn’t know how she got there, or what the fuck Akaashi is thinking. But he touches her, and she doesn’t want it to stop.

── .✦

But Akaashi pulls away, forehead leaned against hers, and against her lips, he asks, “Is she still watching?”

And her body goes cold.

Everything inside of her feels like it is collapsing as she pushes off of him, his hand jerking away from her. She sits in the passenger seat with a screwed up expression, shaking hands trying her best to button her jeans back up.

“Wait,” Akaashi says, but she doesn’t look back up at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

But it doesn’t matter what he meant to do. She doesn’t care. She throws her jacket on haphazardly and throws the car door open. Akaashi calls her name, but she slams it behind her, and takes heavy, angry steps away from it, desperate to get away from the heat of the car as quickly as she can, not really caring what direction it is she’s heading it.

And Akaashi does not follow her.

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