#haikyuu soulmate
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robynwantstowrite · 2 months ago
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Domestic
Pairing: Bokuto x GN! Reader
Warnings: None, no use of Y/N!
Word count: 335
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You and Kōtarō Bokuto have been together for a few years. You lived in a cozy apartment filled with plants, soft blankets, and tiny mementos from your many adventures. Both of you had a love for simple, everyday joys.
Every morning, you would wake up first and make a pot of coffee. Bokuto, always half-asleep, would stumble out of bed and wrap his arms around you from behind as you stirred the milk into his cup. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” you would say, smiling at his messy bedhead. You had a little routine: he would make breakfast while you would water their plants, talking to them as if they could understand you. Bokuto would laugh at you for naming every plant, but he secretly loved how passionate you were about them.
In the evenings, you would cuddle up on the couch, watching your favorite shows or reading side by side. You had a little tradition of making “fancy” grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner on Sundays, where they would compete to see who could make the best one. Bokuto always added way too much cheese, and you teased him for it, but it was always delicious.
One particularly rainy day, you decided to build a fort in your living room, just like you used to when you first started dating. You draped blankets over the furniture and filled the fort with pillows and fairy lights. Inside, you spent the day telling each other silly stories, playing cards, and sharing snacks. It was such a simple thing, but moments like these were what you cherished most.
You and Bokuto didn’t need grand gestures or extravagant vacations to feel happy. For you, love was in the small, quiet moments — in the way you took care of each other, laughed together, and shared a life filled with warmth and affection.
And as the days passed, you knew that no matter what came your way, you would always have each other and your little domestic world of love and laughter.
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amriedrws · 3 months ago
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rewatching hq
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shimmp4 · 4 months ago
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they are endgame.
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bluechanas · 3 months ago
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kghn soul eater au anyone???
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butterymangowrites · 6 months ago
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permanent fix
soulmate au + a/b/o
paring: alpha atsumu x fem beta reader
warnings: bullying, dub-con, atsumu is not nice, smut, slight breeding kink, biting, blood, choking, mirror sex, possessiveness, jealousy, alpha rut, atsumu talks shit, dramatic atsumu
word count: 2.2k
english is not my first language. please excuse any mistakes
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Born as a beta, you never thought fate would toy with you by giving an alpha as your soulmate. Especially not one like Miya Atsumu, the one whom you went to school through college with and still having to see his face ever so frequently as if he had sworn to never let you live in peace. 
For someone who made faces when seeing the lunchboxes your mom packed for you and proclaimed a beta was weak when you first presented at fifteen, Miya Atsumu couldn’t seem to detach himself from you. 
So when you had a crush on one of your colleagues at twenty five, having his nose in your business as usual, Atsumu knew instantly. 
“Another beta.” Lying comfortably on your couch, Atsumu scoffed. “Predictable.” 
“Didn’t ask for your opinions.” 
“I’m giving it anyway,” he said in a singsong voice, but his face was without mirth. “You can fuck whoever you want, but I’m getting my fix. That’s non-negotiable.”
Oh, yeah. His fix. 
He patted his lap. “Come here.”
Then it all began again. Him cradling you in his lap, hands going all over, lips spilling hateful words. 
‘Weak fucking beta.’ He would say. ‘Even Osamu got an omega soulmate. Makes me jealous as fuck.’ 
But then he would kiss you like the world might end tomorrow, doing everything opposite of what he said. This time was no different. His hot tongue was everywhere he could reach, acquainted itself with yours before leaving a wet trail down your neck. 
You protested when he nipped a little too hard, scared he might leave marks. He did that once. The deep purple hickey you saw in the mirror after he left your apartment scared the shit out of you. A little more force and teeth could have broken the skin, and that thought caused chills to run all over your body. You didn’t want to bear his marks. 
Yet, Atsumu didn’t care. He never did. His hands were now on your buttocks, squeezing hard through your thin pajama bottoms. He moved you to one of his thighs for better concentration. The hands on your butt now rolled your hips back and forth, to the point your moan finally slipped out of your tightly zipped lips and you forgot about the harsh nibbling on your neck.
“Go whore yourself out,” Atsumu whispered. “Like I fucking care.”
Same here, asshole.
You thought, didn’t say out loud. 
Touching each other lifted the heavy weight in the heart caused by the act of not accepting the soulmate bond. Nothing more, nothing less. If not for this calling of intimacy both of you obliged to feel, he wouldn’t be here. You knew that. He said it way too many times. 
Still, your cheeks were licked, your lips were tasted, neck wet with saliva. You felt like a prey about to be eaten every time he was close. Yes, he may not care. But he sure was possessive enough of things that were given to him. 
Whenever you tried to wiggle out of his firm grasp, he tightened his fist. This time was the hardest you ever felt. 
In more than twenty years of knowing each other, never once did Atsumu come to you when he had gone into rut. So when he called you two in the morning one week after his last fix, ordered you to pack a bag and tell your boss you would be on leave for a week, you were baffled. It was never more than kisses and touches with him. Your clothes were always intact and on. The idea of that being changed had you flat out saying no. 
That didn’t stop Atsumu from coming to get you one hour later though. When he saw that you did nothing to get ready, his jaw was clenched. A split second later, he packed your bag himself, shoving clothes and toiletries in without any care. You were still in pajamas when the passenger door was slammed closed and he hit the gas. 
There were reasons why betas are not for alphas. Physically, they were incompatible. Betas weren’t designed for alpha’s stamina, not to mention one in rut. At one point, you did not care to count anymore how many times you had blacked out. Fading in and out really fucked with your memory. All you remembered was the non-stop pounding, Atsumu’s breath against your face, and his uncharacteristic cooing, praising you as his good girl. 
“Knew you were built for me.” The blond menace pulled on both of your wrists, never stopped his thrusting. “Let me knot you again, okay?” When you shook your head, face wet with tears, Atsumu shushed you softly. “Shhhhh. You can do it, I know you can.”
And you could. But it was not without pain. 
“Shouldn’t have waited this long,” Atsumu said close to your lips. “You almost got away.” 
He talked too much. But it would have been a big fat lie to deny that his words didn’t turn you on. That his vile confession didn’t affect you.
“Bold of you to even think I would let someone else touch you.” He sounded out of breath, closing to his end. “All the effort goes to waste. No no no no.” 
You felt it coming, just seconds before. Then your whole body was taken by the waves of thrills and your whole vision turned white. Atsumu was not your first, but as if he was the harbinger of agony, it hurt when he first penetrated, hurt when he knotted. And when you felt a sharp sting at your sensitive neck, you knew he defied the rule of nature once again by marking you. 
Fruitless. That was what it would be. Betas were not made for alphas. Mating bites did not forge any bond with the wrong person and would fade over time. But Atsumu had always been stubborn. One bite turned into two, three, then countless. All you felt was pain and the wetness of blood before darkness took your consciousness like the many rounds before. 
The mating bites faded within two weeks, all except the first mark, proving to you that even biology could not win over destiny. Same went with all other beta-alpha soulmate couples out there after you had done some research. They were rare, but they were there. You shouldn’t have let Atsumu bite you. Should have known better that things could get weird when it came to soulmates. Now, he wouldn’t get off your ass, had the audacity to move his things to your apartment and yours to his, calling you his girlfriend in front of everyone and expecting to see you at his games. 
You didn’t even like volleyball to begin with. And as you watched his magnificent tosses to any players he deemed to have high chances to score, you thought of a way to get out of his clutch. 
He needed an omega, the correct designation he always longed for. Because even with all the protective caresses and the promise to never let you go, Atsumu was still mean. Like going back to the ninth grade when you put makeup on for the first time and he gave you the nastiest comment that made you go wash everything off in the school toilet, his words still stung badly when he chose to weaponize them. 
‘Samu’s mate smells like she needs to be bred.’ He said that nonchalantly one day at Onigiri Miya, sitting side by side with you at the counter where his twin and his mate helped each other with cooking and serving the hungry athletes who were there to celebrate the day’s victory ‘Don’t know how he stands that. So sweet’ 
Hearing that made your conversation with Hinata pause. His steely gaze was the first thing you saw when turning to face ‘your boyfriend’. 
It didn’t end there. For days Atsumu was in a devilish mood, his jabs that you knew most of them were meant to just rile you up for fun had become a real emotional harm. He still fucked you, make no mistake about that. And it was as devilish as his temper. 
‘Too hard, Miya. Too hard.’ You still wouldn’t call him by his first name. 
Veiny hands wrapped snugly around your neck, Atsumu only went faster after hearing that. The bathroom mirror was foggy with hot steam from the shower, but you could see enough. One of your legs was perched on the counter, allowing the view of his cock pistoning in and out of you, your breasts bouncing fast. 
‘Would have been pregnant already if you were an omega.’ The sentence came out coated with his accent, thicker than normal, like he didn’t have full control of how he spoke. ‘But that’s alright. I can take my time with you. We’ll get there,’ he purred. ‘Still, what a shame, huh?’ 
Shame his ass for saying that and not letting you leave. ‘Go fuck an omega then.’
He smirked. Pissed you off. ‘Nah.’ 
As his toss to Sakusa scored a winning point, the loud cheer brought you back to the present. You saw Atsumu eyes staring up at you from the court below and knew what you had to do. 
Getting an omega who wanted to spend a heat with Miya Atsumu was easy enough. Sending her up to your apartment where he was already there waiting for you was as simple. You drove away then, not far, stopping at your favorite 24-hour cafe because you needed somewhere to sit and waited for the first feedback from the omega girl. Half an hour later, you got a call. 
The screen showed the female omega’s name. You picked up and said hello, expecting to hear that everything went well and that you could go find somewhere else to sleep for the next five nights.
But you only heard cries. Not of pleasure, just a full-blown crying with hiccups. 
“Hey, are you okay?” you asked, frowning. “Talk to me. What happened?” 
“He—he screamed—at me,” she spluttered, almost incoherently, “and only asked where you were.” 
You cursed quietly, finally able to stop stirring the poor coffee you ordered without any interest in taking a sip. “Where is he now?” 
“I don’t know,” she cried. “He left—after the screaming.” Her voice wavered all the more when she kept on trying to speak. “You had to see him. He looked murderous. There was not even a hello. He straight up shouted at me, accusing me of breaking in. When I tried to explain—mentioned you, his face was all red.” A hiccup interrupted the long babbling. “He said he was married to you and showed me the ring.”
You were not sure what crack Atsumu was on, but there was definitely no ring or marriage. 
The call was still on when you heard the cafe’s door pushed open. And it was as if you saw the devil with your own naked eyes.
Atsumu walked in. 
His strides declared no peace or mercy when he saw you, ignoring the greetings from the two night shift baristas. 
Not wanting to cause a scene, you stood up, didn’t say anything when he put his hand on your shoulder and led the way out. 
The drive was silent. Your car was left at the parking lot near the cafe, you would have to come and get it as soon as you could before the parking fee turned as murderous as him. When asked where he was going, he answered solemnly, “My place. Yours stinks.” 
You just knew it was going to be a long night. 
Atsumu was the one who got the car out for you the next morning since he was the one who could still walk without wobbling. The sheets you slept on were rumpled. They reeked of cum. 
You reeked of cum. 
‘You think you’re so funny?’ he asked, knowing you couldn’t answer with his cock occupying your mouth but did it nonetheless ‘You wanted me to fuck her? What was going on in that pretty little head?’ 
He pulled you by the nape of your neck before pushing your head down, forcing your throat to take more of him till you felt the urge to gag. 
‘I thought we had an understanding, baby,’ he said, finally relenting his grip on your head. ‘No whoring yourself out.’ Then he stressed, ‘And no whoring me out. I’m yours.’
‘Do you understand?’ 
You only nodded.
‘Words.’ 
‘Yes, Miya.’ 
‘Atsumu,’ he said, looking like he wanted to throw up. ‘You’re not fucking my brother. Don’t make me imagine that. Call me Atsumu.’
‘Yes, Tsumu.’ 
Looked like you delivered. Atsumu grinned from ear to ear. ‘Good girl. My best girl.’ 
That was last night. 
A warm kiss to the cheek woke you again, must have dozed off after Atsumu left, but those scenes were not a dream. You heard him whisper, 
“I got your car. Parked it at your place.”
He looked like he got a ten-hour sleep while you could not move a limb without feeling sore. Not fair. And the way he looked so good in sheep’s clothing, his wolf’s skin all hidden. Not fair at all.
“Shower.” Your voice was hoarse, but you got the message through. That was good enough. 
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arctvros · 1 year ago
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high school sweethearts to college fiancés
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portchuuya · 4 months ago
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kageyama ‘scared no one will be there to spike his toss’ tobio and hinata ‘is grateful for every toss he can get’ shouyou
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yanderefics-recs · 11 months ago
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Yandere/Dark! Cheaters Recs
for the readers who loves angst, groveling, and some spice like me <3
as of December 2023
The Unsaid Vow by @laughing-with-god (patreon/tumblr) (ongoing)
Remarks: you are married to Jungkook and you have a kid together. You suspect him of cheating however and when you try to leave he gets triggered
A Bird In A Gilded Cage by JUNMAK0 (ao3) (finished)
Remarks: your soulmate, Ushijima, has trust issues due to your past life and was initially not excited to meet you. Still, you grow to be in love but trouble ensues. (just when you think ushijima is healing he swerves around to the other side)
Yandere!Cheater hcs by @hyerinrose
brief sypnosis: a fun oc by hyeinrose
Hoax by @moonlitinks (tumblr) (ongoing)
Remarks: you're in an arranged marriage with ari levinson who has some prejudice about you and is repulsed by you (this one gets pretty dark in the beginning but lightens up as it progresses)
When you found out they cheated on you (hyung line) and (maknae line) by @wildestdreamsblog
Remarks: title is pretty self explanatory
When you tried to move on from them (hyung line) and (maknae line) by @wildestdreamsblog
brief sypnosis: a continuation of "when you found out they cheated on you" (groveling ensues 😈)
Yandere!Hero x Reincarnated!Reader by @bunny-yan
Remarks: the hero and reader are childhood lovers but it's not a cute story wherein they get to be together after the hero's job. The angst reoccurs in lifetimes (the concept of this one is pretty unique so i rlly recommend giving it a read :>)
Where did you go?, pt 2 by @ishouldbeinh0rnyjail
Remarks: gojo satoru got caught cheating by you and went insane trying to get you back (this one was delicious)
Fuckboy! Maknae line trying to convince you to stay by @yandere-society
Remarks: fun drabble! these men are toxic and assholes but it's kinda hot and they say they love you so... 😝
Man In The Mirror, pt 2 by Momo-chan (Quotev)
Remarks: another very unique concept! It's about you being in a loveless arranged marriage but you meet another you in a mirror that leads to a parallel universe
Superbia by alissabex (wattpad) (oneshot)
Remarks: good lord this one is memorable! Every now and then i come back to that oneshot. It's pretty long too so pretty satisfying!
Til Death Do Us Part by ASumOfWords (ao3) (oneshot)
Remarks: THIS ONE HITS EVERY FUCKING SPOT IM NOT KIDDING!!! I was in a particularly darker mood for this one sooooo yeah. Dark!Aemond hides his grief of losing his wife (aka you leaving his ass) underneath his anger. Lowkey wish there'd be more of his feelings in the piece but the author does pretty well with leaving it to the imagination
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zumicho · 5 months ago
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off the charts
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SYNOPSIS : you’re a radio show host engaged to a volleyball player. in a world where fate chooses your lover, he believes you’re his soulmate. so what if he’s not?
PAIRING ; kiyoomi sakusa x reader SMAU
TAGS / CWS : soulmate au, established relationship, angst & falling out, breakup, post ts. haikyuu, language, cheating, innuendo & suggestive — no smut but mentions & implications of, petnames and teeth rotting fluff !!!
◟ temporarily discontinued 📀 taglist open
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♥︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ LAB ; SERENITY ; VOLLEYBOYS
TRACKS
🎵 one: every way
🎵 two:
🎵 three:
🎵 four:
🎵 interlude:
tba…
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author’s note: music sheets = scores & charts, volleyball = scoring GET IT IM A GENIUS, going to attempt to worldbuild here wml
NAVI — M.LIST ⊹
@gl6ss @causenessus @guitarstringed-scars @whoislesiless @gra-eae @wyrcan @thechaosoflonging @yuminako @aliensstolemyheart @ilyless @phoenix-eclipses @noascats @pattys-got-cakes @cryptictheseus @chloiyoomi @chemiru @mylahrins @kuroppiii @hyenagoated @ayaveraa @19calicos @giocriedpower @punkhazardlaw @sweetfushi @loveelylacey
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kings-highway · 28 days ago
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hi i don’t know if you’ve seen this already but i saw it and immediately needed to show it to someone who would understand.
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lowkey could possibly be warped into a soulmates tattoo au
look it too me a while to decide how to respond to this because I couldn't decide what joke I wanted to make but I eventually settled on making no jokes and writing this instead. and rest assured there were many jokes I wanted to make
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The joke, Ushijima had come to learn, was relatively misogynistic. He had not been aware, when people had first laughed when they saw the messy, scribbling Miss Kitty faces over his wrists, that it was at the subject matter rather than the circumstances. He had apologized for the lack of professionalism, but in a world with shared skin, everyone was pretty forgiving of what someone might have drawn on. Especially someone who hadn't met his soulmate.
The rest of the team doesn't really try and explain it to him. Semi halfheartedly explains that seeing such a big guy covered in what is effectively a little girl's obsession is generally amusing to people - they're laughing at him for having to interact with the media at all. He, after all, is a big, strong man, and should not be around the cute little cartoon.
They make judgements on his soulmate. They call her Miss Kitty and make jabs about what kind of girl she is - she probably wears a lot of fluffy skirts, and cat-ear headbands, and pink and bows. He nods along with this, until he realizes that they are making fun of him - and his soulmate - again.
"Because it would be funny for someone like me to be with someone like that?" Ushijima tries, and Semi has to think about it for a moment before saying: "No, more like... it's cliche. A big, strong guy like you, volleyball superstar, falling for a cute little pastel chick in a short skirt? Well, it's just a little... you know."
Ushijima does not know.
The Miss Kitty obsession is weird, though. He tries to hide it not from shame or guilty - he can barely comprehend why it's funny in the first place - but because he wants to protect her. He thinks, maybe, if she is trying to connect with him over something that she likes, he does not want anyone mocking her for it. So he covers it up, as much as he can, when everyone else is around, just to be safe.
In the evenings, though, late at night, if he stays up that long, he can see it get rubbed off. It works quickly, the way they fade, so he can imagine the girl scrubbing at her arms until they're red, as if she's angry at them. He feels bad.
Maybe she is being made fun of. Maybe she is ashamed of her own interests - maybe she feels bad for him. He tries to make her feel better, by using a pen to carefully draw the cat's face on the inside of his wrist. What he gets back is a garbled, messy set of disconnected lines, and a question mark. That's what happens when someone tries to write words. Like a bad connection. But he knows what the poor girl is asking.
Where are you?
His care in disguising the marks are not infallible, however, and eventually they have to play on a live stage, he has to put on his volleyball uniform. He had tried to tell her - he'd drawn the little volleyball over and over on his wrist, drawing a little camera, trying to tell her that he would be visible to the whole world. He doesn't know how to tell her that they laugh at her, that they think she's stupid and immature and too feminine. That those are, apparently, bad qualities. It doesn't work, though. If anything, actually, they get even worse, almost as if she's daring the world to judge her.
He smiles at that - he cannot help it.
And he tries not to hear the whispers of his team. It's not so bad, actually - there are a handful of guys who haven't met their soulmates that have designs drawn up their arm, mostly hearts and other things - the four-leafed clover, a popular pictogram way of saying 'good luck' where words weren't allowed.
He knows the camera can pick up the weird little marks on his arm, he knows the announcers will be curious, and he knows, for sure, that there will be some kind of news article circulating in volleyball circuits about his cute little soulmate and her childish obsession. He hopes they are kind to her.
But staring or no, it doesn't affect his game. They manage to pull through with the win, and retreat to the locker room to cheer and celebrate and talk about going out for drinks. Ushijima agrees to go along, pulling on his street clothes and jacket and tucking the Miss Kitty marks safely away, but - there's a new one. He must not have noticed, in the heat of the game, that his soulmate had scrubbed clean a patch on her their skin, and replaced the Miss Kitty designs with a winking smiley face. That was new.
He hides it anyway, not wanting to deal with the gossip of his teammates, and hurries to follow them outside and take the short walk over to the bar that they liked.
"Ushijima Wakatoshi."
It's a voice he's never heard before. He turns, frowning, as he lets his eyes take in the tall, lanky, rather odd looking young man, lips curled in a self satisfied sneer, eyes heavy. He is... weird, Ushijima decides. He does not hold himself like most people do.
"Can I help you?"
"You are not an easy man to track down," he adds, before tugging up the sleeve of his own jacket, holding out his arm so that Ushijima could see the winking face on the inside of his wrist, the surrounding skin littered with fading Miss Kitty designs.
Oh.
Wait-
"You are not what people said you would be," Ushijima says, quickly, trying to reconcile the expectation that an obsession with Miss Kitty must surely equal a young, cute woman with a penchant for childish toys. This man was as tall as he was, and dressed down, rather lazily. Ushijima would not have guessed him to be his soulmate, based on that. "You're... you're the person who's obsessed with Miss Kitty? I assumed you'd be a woman."
"Ah," the man says, clicking his tongue. "Sorry about that one, yeah... How else was I supposed to find you? Everyone in the world is wandering around with hearts and clovers and pretty designs on their arms. I needed to make sure I could identify you, even from afar. And I like the stupid cat, sue me."
"I would not sue you over this," Ushijima replies, alarmed immediately.
"Wh-what? No! I just meant-" and his soulmate breaks into a cackling sort of laugh that Ushijima quite likes the sound of. He seems thoroughly caught off guard by his sincerity in the matter. He wanders closer still, and holds out his hand. "Tendou Satori," he says. "Thanks for giving me a warning about the volleyball game, wouldn't have thought to check sports coverage otherwise."
Ushijima reaches to take his hand. "Thank you for trying so hard to find me."
"Eh. Selfish reasons for doing that."
"I'm still grateful for it. I'm... on my way to meet up with my team, celebrate the victory... would you like to come? I have a feeling that they are all going to be very... very interested in meeting you."
"Oh? Well who am I to deny. Lead the way."
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beemynumberone · 4 months ago
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A wild duck chase
(Have you ever seen a duck run?)
-> pairing: HS Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader (reader is Goshiki’s older sister)
-> Soulmate AU (a duck chases you to your soulmate)
-> genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff
-> format: oneshot
-> cw: implied eating of duck at the end
~ Part 1 of A Haikyuu Soulmate Series (Akaashi)
my haikyuu masterlist
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Legend has it that a duck appears when you turn 18. And that duck will lead you to your soulmate when they turn 18. 
It is at a volleyball practice when Ushijima catches sight of you. You’re Goshiki’s older sister, a third year in Shiratorizawa. Ushijima has seen you around but never really paid much attention to you. 
And when you interrupt the practice session to pass Goshiki’s lunch box to him, Ushijima still doesn’t pay much attention. He continues training his serves while a small commotion occurs. 
“Tsutomu-san is so pretty!” Tendou remarks to him, out of Goshiki’s earshot. Ushijima grunts in acknowledgment. That ball was too short. Further? That one was almost out. I have to keep practising. 
The commotion gets louder and Ushijima tries to block the noise out. Until… quack. Tendou screeches.
Ushijima lowers his serving arm. 
Quack quack 
A white duck waddles from the slightly ajar stadium door, straight towards him. 
Reon being the dedicated vice captain he is, tries his best to shoo the duck away. Tendou leaps over to try duck-whispering. 
It seemed that Tendou was successful, since the duck was now being happily escorted by the red-haired blocker to the bleachers. It sits in its place, contented. 
And after practice, the duck follows Ushijima out, back to the dorms. Ushijima simply accepts his new companion. Why shouldn’t he?
And so for the next few days, the duck just follows Ushijima around. Even on Ushijima’s weekly runs.
During which, he realises that the duck is kinda too slow for his liking, so he picks it up and treats it like a medicine ball. He trains the duck during the Saturday runs, showers it, builds a nest for it in the room he shares with Tendou. 
Until one morning, the duck decides to take off like an alarm clock on legs. It tugs at Ushijima’s pant legs, beckoning him to go somewhere. Caught off-guard, Ushijima decides to follow it. 
The duck runs across the block and goes to the female dormitories, but guys can’t enter the female dorms. Which is what Ushijima earnestly tells it. 
And the duck just sits (?) there (?). Until it starts running off again.
Surprisingly, Ushijima realises that it’s a soulmate duck when Coach Washijou tells him so. 
This adds to his curiosity when he catches up with the duck. I’ll follow the duck and we’ll find my soulmate. The school grounds are manageable, this should be easy. 
But who knew, it was a wild goose (duck) chase. 
They ran around the school compound, the duck seemingly following a trail where his soulmate had previously walked on. 
It was almost two hours and they still couldn’t locate his soulmate. Was it lost? Ushijima thinks, looking warily at the huffing and puffing duck running in circles.
At least he got his training in amirite?
And the next day, the duck is relentless. He follows the running duck (must be the training he thinks, its stamina improved over the past few weeks) all the way to the field.
Where he sees you again in the track and field uniform, warming up at the start line. Ushijima finally puts two and two together. 
Is Goshiki’s sister my soulmate? 
And at the whistle, you take off sprinting. Following close behind you is - a white duck. 
Ushijima is mesmerised at the way you soar over the hurdles, white duck strutting under the bars after you.
At his duck’s incessant quacks, he goes over to meet you at the finish line.
Panting, you walk to slow your breathing and turn back to see your new companion waddling after you.
As you turn, you catch sight of Ushijima’s well-built figure standing stoically by the side of the track. You ignore him, bee-lining for your towel to wipe dry.
Why is he here? Is he looking for Goshiki?
You spot the white ball of feathers by his feet.
Oh.
And you feel pecking at your ankles. You look down at the stubborn animal. What’s-
The ducks nudge both of you to stand face to face (or rather, your face to his broad chest, very embarrassing and awkward ngl). You could still feel the heat from the earlier run radiating off your body.
The ducks behind you two quack innocently. 
I think we’re soulmates :D Ushijima smiles down at you, happy that he’d finally figured out who his soulmate was.
You give your best grin, matching it with a shrug that definitely looked as forced as it felt. You felt conflicted. It wasn’t that having Ushijima as your soulmate was horrible, it was just that… you two never really got to know each other.
So after a good shower, you meet Ushijima at the school pond to talk “soulmates”.
You feel like you’re not ready for a relationship with him, since you don’t know Ushijima personally yet. 
And he doesn’t want to rush things either.
So in the meantime, all 4 of you (2 people and 2 ducks) go on weekly runs in the neighbourhood. 
This leaves Goshiki really confused and slightly afraid. Is his idol leaving him for his sister??
Side note for Washijou, after Tendou probes a little about his soulmate, he reveals that he had duck rice for dinner on his 18th birthday. 
Like a duck appearing on his birthday? Definitely a birthday delicacy on legs right? Nope
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Ushijima waiting outside the female dorms with his duck:
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giustoart · 4 months ago
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Last week, on twitter, was Iwaoi Week!
Let me share the pics I made for it 🩵💛
My fanarts are based on various fics made by oomfs for the event!
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dumbidiotzone · 4 months ago
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uhm... no actually!! i wont shut up because i have to talk about bokuaka too because OH MY GOD ONLY BOKUTO COULD MAKE AKAASHI LAUGH LIKE THAT??? LIKE HELLO?? THEY ARE CANON BECAUSE IM FURUDATE TRUST TRUST
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when bokuto says "OKAY WORLD, CHEER ME ON!" HE MEANS AKAASHI I SWEAR. THEY ARE SO GAY FOR EACHOTHER ITS SOOOOOO OBVIOUS. YOU GUYS ARENT SLEEK YOU KNOW THAT. FOR BOKUTO AKAASHI IS HIS WORLD LIKE THEY ARENT SLEEK??/ ESPECIALLY WITH THIS.
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YOU BITCHES ARENT SLEEK. YOU GAY AF. "we are the protagonists of the world" HSUTUSUTUPSTHUUPSHUITUP SHUT SHUT HUST WHY IS THIS SO GAAAAAAYYY EUUGHGEJKT LOVE THIS SHIP SO MUCH THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS "give me your 120%" WAS THIS CAUSAL THIS IS NOT CASUAL YOU GUYS ARE NOT CASUAL WE KNOW YOURE GAY NO NEED TO SHOVE IT IN OUR FACE
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IM CRYING MYSELF TO SLEEP TODAY /POS I JUST KNOW AKAASHI TAKES THE TIME OUT OF HIS DAY TO WATCH BOKUTO PLAY VOLLEYBALL AND MAKES SURE BOKUTO DOESNT LIKE PUSH HIMSELF TOO FAR LIKE HINATA DID WHEN HE GOT A FEVER YK?? I HATE GAY POEPLE SO MUCH I HATE THEM "akaashi give me your 120%" I HATE THEM I AHTREHRLIHJGJKTGKJHRSTJGEHRSKJHFBRGEHASDJNVGEAKJRHFJ
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iwaoiness · 1 month ago
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When Iwaizumi-senpai is having a shitty day, he’s genuinely terrifying. And today is one of those days. During the morning practice, there’s tension in his broad shoulders and a clouded expression on his face. He doesn’t say much, sticking to monosyllabic responses. Kindaichi suspects something is wrong but doesn’t confirm it until he notices Oikawa-san being unusually calm around him. There are no annoying comments, he’s not flitting around Iwaizumi-senpai like a hummingbird, no teasing, no tossing balls at his back and hiding behind Mattsun, no jumping on him and hanging off him like a koala. Oikawa-san is just there, calm and collected, keeping the practice running smoothly without drawing any attention to Iwaizumi-senpai, giving him space.
This actually takes Kindaichi by surprise. But he says nothing, not that he had much time to anyway, since the bell rings just as he’s finishing changing, and he has to dash out like a bat out of hell, shoes in hand, his uniform shirt untucked, and his pants unbuttoned, racing to make it to his math class on time with the strict sensei.
It isn’t until the practice after classes that he thinks about it again, noticing how much worse Iwaizumi's mood has become.
If earlier his expression was clouded, now it’s completely dark. He doesn’t speak to anyone, and the only sounds that leave his lips are hoarse apologies. And it gets worse during the practice set they’re playing. Iwaizumi is an exceptional player, but today, all his hits and serves are, at best, terrible. His receives are mediocre, barely managing to save the balls deflected by the blockers, and his blocks are far below his usual level.
And Iwaizumi knows it, which only seems to frustrate him more, turning him into a ticking time bomb ready to explode.
Kindaichi tries to cheer him up with encouraging words, but they barely reach Hajime. He seems to be in his own world. He doesn’t even hear Irihata-san’s instructions.
It’s only when one of his intense spikes goes completely off course with a dull thud, plunging the gym into a heavy silence, that he finally snaps.
“To hell with this fucking shit!” he yells angrily, hands clutching his hair, pulling it in frustration and startling everyone. “Dammit! Fucking dammit! Fuck it!” He squats down, head bowed, huffing in an attempt to control his rage.
Yutaro blinks in near fear, clutching Kunimi’s shoulder tightly, who is too shocked to even protest. No one says a word yet.
Until, of course, Oikawa-san steps in.
“Okay!” He claps to get everyone’s attention, wearing an easy smile. “I think it’s a good time for a switch! Group C, you ready?” He turns to the bench where the first and some second years are sitting; they nod, still a little shaken. “Great, then come on in for us,” he encourages them, getting the coach’s approval.
“Finally, a break!”
“I thought my hands would fall off from all the blocking.”
Kindaichi barely registers Matsukawa-san’s and Hanamaki-san’s words, still watching Iwaizumi. His breathing is still a little heavy, and he soon stands up as the two third-years gently pat his back. He keeps his head down as he heads to the opposite bench from everyone else, shoulders tense and fists clenched.
Kindaichi twists his lips into a frown, letting Kunimi drag him to the bench. They drink water and towel off while the practice set resumes. The young boy tries to focus on his teammates, but his eyes keep drifting back to where Iwaizumi-san is sitting, leaning against the wall, one leg bouncing frantically, arms crossed, and a towel covering his head and face.
He’s alone, but not for long. Yutaro’s eyes widen in slight surprise when he sees Oikawa-san approach and sit down so close to Iwaizumi-san that their legs and arms are touching. For the moment, he doesn’t say anything, taking a long sip from his bottle before closing it and placing it on the floor.
And then, he casually places his leg over Iwaizumi’s, completely stopping his frantic movements. That’s when Iwaizumi rests his head on Oikawa’s shoulder, and the storm seems to calm. Kindaichi can’t help but blush in embarrassment, quickly averting his gaze, feeling like he’s intruding on an incredibly intimate moment.
But his curiosity gets the better of him, and he sneaks another glance at them. Oikawa is playing with Iwaizumi’s hand on his thigh, stretching his fingers, gently caressing them, intertwining them with his own. He’s moving his lips, speaking to him, and from the way they’re softly curled up, he’s either telling something funny or teasing him. Iwaizumi looks more relaxed by the second, and moments later, he pulls the towel off his head with his free hand, tossing it to the floor.
He still doesn’t say anything, just listening, staring at their intertwined hands. But his expression softens; he’s no longer frowning, and there’s a small tug at his lips before he finally speaks. Kindaichi can’t make out what they’re saying, but he feels a little better seeing that Iwaizumi-san is okay, so he turns his attention back to the game, enjoying it.
Though, a little later, amidst the shouts and the squeaking of sneakers, he hears Iwaizumi-san’s laughter. Yutaro blinks in surprise when he looks at them again because it’s one of the very few times he hears that laugh from him—so clean, loud, and genuine (though the one to coax it out of him is always Oikawa). He finds them in practically the same position, with his captain looking at him amusedly and his vice-captain still laughing, head now lifted to look at Oikawa with squinted eyes.
Oikawa’s leg is still over Iwaizumi’s. Their hands are still intertwined. Their arms still touch.
Kindaichi once again feels like he’s intruding on an incredibly intimate moment and looks away.
Then, he thinks.
Oh, so this is what real love looks like.
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i miss my laptop but i miss iwaoi much more
u can find me on my ao3 🍉
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rocknbkdk · 6 days ago
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“do you think we’re soulmates that didn’t get along at first but ended up in the same school and then became the strongest duo once they start working together in every universe, kacchan?”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!”
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“hey kageyama!!”
“what.”
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racetheskies · 4 months ago
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now THAT was badass
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