#kyoutani fanfiction

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Kyoutani Kentarou x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

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Collaring the Mad Dog✨✨ by Amoralyn (fluff). One day, staying late to clean up the classroom for a classmate who didn’t want to, you pass by the gym and happen to look in as the volleyball team is practicing…and you see a boy who changes everything. [COMPLETED]

Happy Birthday, Kyoutani~✨ by Amoralyn (oneshot, fluff) Kyoutani's first birthday with a girlfriend, who's determined to make it special for him. With a little help from a very special person, she just might succeed in a way she hadn't imagined… [COMPLETED]

tell me again✨ by laurus_nobillis (oneshot, fluff, smut at end(skippable for sfw reader!)) You accidentally admit to your best friend that you love him - and he wants to hear it again. [COMPLETED]

Growl |Kyotani Kentaro/Reader|✨ by Jayce_Writes(fluff) It all started with a growl……Which was odd considering it came from a human. [COMPLETED]

All Bark No Bite by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Mad Dog is known for being scary, but the tables turn when a date gets turned into babysitting. [COMPLETED]

Tame by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Playing Volleyball with Mad Dog outside of school forms a friendship of sorts, not that he’ll ever admit to that. [COMPLETED]

Exchanges✨ by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Seijoh know there’s something between Mad Dog and yourself, but that doesn’t make his unique behaviour toward you any less shocking. [COMPLETED]

Angry confessions by @d0llpie (oneshot, fluff) You’ve tried everything to make Kyotani realise you like him but he thinks you’re joking. [COMPLETED]

Kyoutani Kentarou (Maddog)x fem! Reader by @cutietobio (oneshot, fluff) kyoutani and reader on a date and the rest of aoba johsai end up seeing them. [COMPLETED]

Snow by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Being at war against Seijoh is bound to be tough, but fortunately you’re not alone in this battle. [COMPLETED]

Mad Dog has a Girlfriend by @pan-fangirl-345 (oneshot, fluff) No one expected Kyoutani to have a girlfriend, much less one that loves physical affection as much as you do. They also didn't expect you to be from Tokyo or that you would stop by to see your boyfriend while you're home from the US. Surprise! [COMPLETED]

Kyoutani Kentarou x Reader by @chimielie (oneshot, fluff) Just you and your friend at the grocery store. [COMPLETED]

Volleyboy Blondie✨ by @pan-fangirl-345 (oneshot, fluff)There’s a boy that you set to at the community center. Your brother and his best friend are overprotective. You don’t have many friends. You’re about to find out how these three things correlate.

Every Season - Kyoutani x Reader / tumblr by @mimi-cee-hq/mimi_cee(oneshot, fluff) Kyoutani finally introduces Y/n to the team. When they all comment on how he got such a sweet and innocent girlfriend, Kyoutani lets out a snort. A cute and funny getting together story of different kisses throughout the years and seasons. [COMPLETED]

we look good together by @howisavedtheworld (oneshot, fluff) kyoutani ruins your pictures. [COMPLETED]

CUTE CAT AND MAD DOG by @iwaizumisbabe (oneshot, fluff) in which you are Ken's girlfriend and nobody on the volleyball team knows. [COMPLETED]

Once Upon A Dream✨✨ by ThisNoodleWrites(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) For almost 3 years, Kyoutani had seen glimpses of your life in his dreams. It was his favourite part of the day. So, when you move to Miyagi, he's far too excited to meet you. Only, he doesn't know your name or your what you look like. And what's a soulmate supposed to do when you go silent at school? [COMPLETED]

the art of (not) screwing a routine by orphan_account (oneshot, fluff) kyotani wakes up and decides he wants to screw the routine by confessing to you. it’s not as easy as it sounds. [COMPLETED]

Of Enemies And Lovers by ThisNoodleWrites (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) In a world where soulmates exist, but people have different soulmates identifying things, you are stuck with arguably the worst: on one wrist is your enemies name, on the other is your soulmates name. The catch: you don't know which is which. So when you happen to meet the owner of one of these names, how're you meant to react? [COMPLETED]

Call him by his name by HowlingKnight (oneshot, fluff, iwa's sis! reader) You meet Kyoutani Kentarou, the broody boy Oikawa dubbed as "Mad dog". You realize that Kyoutani might not really be fine with this nickname, and it slowly and unexpectedly brings you closer. [COMPLETED]

Little Fighter by Sk3tchkidd (oneshot, fluff) Being the wife of Kentaro Kyotani the former 'Mad Dog' is now a father with another baby on the way. [COMPLETED]

Jerk by QuitaQuita5 (oneshot, fluff) He irritates you for so many reasons, mainly because he is always being a jerk to you, but also because you really like him. [COMPLETED]

If you can't believe in others, atleast believe in us by @koushisatori (oneshot, hurt/comfort)In the beginning, you weren’t sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you. [COMPLETED]

Insecurities by @polarbearaone (oneshot, fluff with pinch of angst) Kyōtani insecurities fuel his jealousy. What happens when he finds out you’re the new baseball team manager.... [COMPLETED]

[eurydicees]

Where’s the trans!Kyotani and trans!Iwaizumi fic (those were the characters right?)

HELLO YES SO GLAD YOU'RE HERE, THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!!

solidarity, or some friendship of the like

summary: kyoutani gets his period, and it fucking sucks. iwaizumi is also there, and that sucks a little less. prompt: none pairings: kentarou kyoutani & hajime iwaizumi (platonic) words: 2829  warnings: discussion of periods, implied insecurities about being trans

Kyoutani is hiding. Practice starts in five minutes. He knows that practice starts in five minutes. He can hear the club room clock ticking, loud as a bomb’s countdown, even from the bathroom stall. He’s going to be late, or he’s going to miss practice entirely. 

For once, he doesn’t actually want to skip. Or, he does want to skip because fuck knows he can’t show up like this, but he didn’t intend to skip today. He actually wants to be on this stupid team, for some fucking reason. 

He was given a second chance and he’s going to take it, despite something in him screaming out that he’s not really a part of what the rest of the team has. After a few weeks of practicing with them again before their next tournament, he’s well aware that he still doesn’t have their trust, not really, but still—he’s kind of finding himself wanting to earn it. 

He wants Yahaba to give him the time of day, at least once. He wants Iwaizumi to look at him as more than something he can guide into being next year’s ace. He wants Oikawa—actually, he doesn’t really care about Oikawa’s opinion, but he’s besides the point. 

Some days, he sinks into the feeling of being part of the team and wonders if, one day, he could genuinely be a part of the dynamic that everyone else has found over the time he hasn’t been playing with them. Some days, he thinks he might get there. 

This is not one of those days. This moment is ruining everything he has worked to convince himself of for weeks now. This is not a day in which he believes he can reach them. If anything, this is only further convincing himself that he can never truly be one of them, be like them. He just doesn’t—doesn’t fucking belong. 

He can want to play on the boys’ volleyball team as much as he wants to. He can make it past tryouts and onto the team, he can be physically strong and he can beat almost everyone—everyone but Iwaizumi—in Seijoh’s arm wrestling tournaments, he can make himself look as masculine as possible. He can do all that. 

And he still will never actually fit in. He won’t ever fit in, not while he’s sitting on the toilet with bloodied underwear and pants both pulled down to his knees. He rubs his palms against his eyes, because he will not cry, he won’t, because boys don’t cry and he’s a boy, he is.

He can’t cry about this. He won’t. He just has to wait until the club room clears as practice starts, and then he can escape. Only, fuck, he doesn’t have a pad or tampon or anything, and he doesn’t even have clothes—

“Kyoutani?” 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

“You in here?” 

Fuck. 

The thing about Yahaba is that he is persistent. He is persistent and he is frustrating and he is not going to give up once he has his mind set on something. While they’re playing volleyball together, this is something Kyoutani appreciates. While he is hiding from everyone in the bathroom because his body has decided to riot against him, this is not something he appreciates. 

“Oikawa sent me to find you,” Yahaba calls out, and Kyoutani can see his feet step into the bathroom. “We’re starting practice and he wants you there for some reason.” 

And, okay, normally that wouldn’t hurt because normally Kyoutani would have something to say back, but right now he feels fragile in a way he tries to never be. Right now he feels like he’s going to snap in half and he’s not going to be able to put the pieces back together. He’s going to have to quit the team, go back to the rec center, where no one knows about this, and—and all of that hurts. 

His body is aching and probably he should have seen the signs before he found the drying blood and discharge in his underwear, but he doesn’t really track his period because he hates even acknowledging that it happens. And now he’s suffering the consequences of that. Now, Yahaba’s comments are actually sending something stupid painful down his chest and, on a physical level, his chest already feels too tender to touch.

Yahaba’s feet pause outside of the stall door. “Are you good? You coming or what?” 

“I’m fucking fine, leave me alone—” 

“Are you sick or something?” 

“I said, I’m fine!” It’s a growl and a defensive anger more than anything else. Kyoutani can hear the angry anxiety in his voice, and he wonders if Yahaba hears it too. 

Yahaba doesn’t say anything—for a moment, Kyoutani wonders if he’s managed to hurt him back, and then decides he doesn’t care at the moment. He needs Yahaba to leave. He doesn’t want anyone to see him like this, doesn’t want to be caught—

“Should I grab Coach or someone?” Yahaba asks, and oh, he’s definitely picked up on Kyoutani’s anxiety, because his voice is just that much softer. “Do you need…something?” 

“No,” Kyoutani snaps. What he needs is to just not be here. “Don’t Coach. Please don’t get Coach.” 

And he’s begging Yahaba for things now, which is a new fucking low in his life, but he can’t face either Mizoguchi or Irihata right now. They know he’s trans—they had to know, it was information he was required to divulge to all his teachers and coaches, however much he resisted the idea—and while they’ve found it in them to be accepting enough that he’s allowed on the team, Kyoutani refuses to push it so far as to asking for help. Not with this. 

“Okay, fuck,” Yahaba says. “I won’t get them. Seriously, are you good?” 

“Just leave it,” Kyoutani mutters. “Tell them I’m not coming to practice today.” 

Yahaba doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “Oikawa’s not gonna take that excuse.” 

“I’m not quitting, I’m skipping one afternoon,” Kyoutani growls. “It’s fucking fine. You’ve all done it before.” 

Except even as he says that, he knows it’s not true. Nothing short of a career ending injury or terminal illness would stop someone on Seijoh’s volleyball team from coming to practice. Even then, they’d probably sit on the sidelines with casts on both legs and yell instructions from the bench. 

But Kyoutani will suffer being the first to do it because he’s not leaving this stall while there are people around. He can’t face that. 

“Your funeral,” Yahaba mutters. Louder, “I’ll tell them you’re skipping, but I’m not making excuses for you.” 

“Not asking you to,” Kyoutani snaps. “I’m not coming either way.” 

He doesn’t really care what Yahaba thinks about him not going. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks. Let them believe he’s ditching the team again, let them believe he doesn’t care about the sport, let them believe anything but the fact that he wasn’t born a man. 

He watches as Yahaba’s feet round the corner and he disappears, presumably to tell Oikawa that Kyoutani isn’t coming. At the moment, Kyoutani can’t bring himself to care what Oikawa is going to say. Putting his head in his hands, his back hunched, still sitting on the stupid toilet, he lets out a long scream into his palms. 

He hates this. He hates this so much. He had probably stained the desk chair during his last class of the day, he doesn’t know how long he’s walked around like this, he doesn’t know how he’s going to get home without exposing everything, and he hates this. 

He squeezes his eyes shut for a long moment, trying to imagine himself out of this situation. Maybe when he opens his eyes again, he won’t be in this bathroom stall and none of his clothes will be stained and he won’t have this awful cramping in his lower stomach and he can go to the gym and play volleyball with the rest of the team like his body doesn’t hate him. 

“Mad Dog?” 

“Don’t call me that.” The response is immediate, instinctual. Then the panic sets in as he realizes Oikawa is the one now standing outside of the stall door. “Get out of here.” 

Oikawa has no hesitation when he says, “No. Tell me what’s going on. Why can’t you—” 

“I started my fucking period!” 

Maybe he says it because he needs to get it out of his chest and into air where someone else can deal with it. Maybe he says it because he’s just so fucking tired. Maybe he doesn’t want to be the only one who knows anymore. Maybe he just says it because he doesn’t give a shit about Oikawa’s opinion of him. 

Oikawa is silent. Kyoutani bites down hard on his lip because he wants to either cry or scream and neither of those are options, not over this and not in front of motherfucking Tooru Oikawa. He’s stronger than that. He has to make himself stronger than that. So his heart just hesitates in his throat for a long moment, a moment of tense, glass-fragile silence. 

The Oikawa exhales, long and slow. He sounds calm, somehow. “Do you have what you need? Pad, tampon?” 

“No.” Kyoutani’s words, again, are the growl of a cornered animal and he wants to sink his teeth into something. “Just—fucking leave it, Oikawa. I’ll deal with it.” 

Oikawa exhales again, that same long breath that’s setting Kyoutani so on edge. He wants to scream, wants to punch something. Oikawa, maybe. The wall, maybe. The stall door. 

Then Oikawa does the last thing Kyoutani expected him to. He had expected a laugh or a jeer or an insult or a joke. But instead, Oikawa turns around, and he leaves. He doesn’t protest, doesn’t start an argument, he just…leaves. It was what Kyoutani had wanted to happen, kind of, but somehow the resulting silence is just as humid and oppressive as Oikawa’s presence had been. 

Okay. Oikawa is gone. Kyoutani can deal with this shit. He got his period for the first time when he was fourteen, and pretty consistently for every month after that, so he’s dealt with this—he can’t actually do that math right now, but he’s done this enough times to be able to deal. Probably he just needed to be dramatic first. 

He has his gym shorts in his locker. He can change into those, even if he’ll be cold on the long walk home. It’s better than wearing this. It’ll be fine. With that figured out, he pulls out a wad of toilet paper and folds it up in his hand, then carefully places it in the stained underwear, wincing at the feeling of the dried blood accidentally brushing against his knuckles. 

“Kyoutani?” 

Fuck. Why are his teammates rotating through this fucking bathroom like he’s a fucking zoo exhibit—

“It’s Iwaizumi,” he says, as if Kyoutani wouldn’t recognize that voice anywhere. 

Kyoutani did not, before this, have a ranking of which of his teammates he would least like to catch him in the bathroom when he’s on his period. Now, though, he thinks he has a working list and the list is the exact people who have come to find him today. Yahaba, who has never backed down from making fun of him. Oikawa, who always knows exactly what to say to antagonize and provoke him. Iwaizumi, who he respects so stupid much. 

The thing is that Iwaizumi is everything that Kyoutani wants to be. Iwaizumi is strong and bold and brave and an ace through and through. He’s also kind and he’s patient with everyone except for Oikawa. He helps his underclassmen with their form no matter how bad it is to start with. He never makes fun of anyone who doesn’t deserve it or can’t take it. He’s masculine and built strong and good and he’s—

Kyoutani is afraid of admitting to so many things, but one thing he’s not afraid to admit is that, honestly, he just wants to be like that. He doesn’t want to be an outsider like he is right now, he doesn’t want to be this in-between body that craves Iwaizumi’s masculinity but, ultimately, still menstruates. 

Iwaizumi’s shadow passes in front of the stall door. “Oikawa came and got me. Told me what you said.” 

“He shouldn’t have.” Kyoutani’s voice is a hollow rasp. “I shouldn’t have told him and it’s none of his business.” 

Iwaizumi snorts. His feet come into view underneath the stall door. “Been telling him to keep out of other people’s shit for years. It has yet to work.” 

“It’s none of your business either.” 

“Maybe not,” Iwaizumi admits. “I brought you some things anyway. I’m gonna slide them under the door, okay?” 

Kyoutani doesn’t answer even as Iwaizumi does as he said. He passes over a small black bag, something like the makeup bag his sister uses to keep her lipstick and blush in. Hesitantly, Kyoutani picks it up and unzips it. Inside: pads and tampons. Nondescript, simple white packaging; both nighttime and daytime pads and both heavy and light flow tampons. Whoever prepared this bag clearly wanted to be ready for anything. 

He swallows, staring at the contents. He needs them and he hates it and he’s grateful and he has so many questions. “How did you…” 

Iwaizumi is quiet for a moment, shifting his weight between his feet. It’s after a long moment of tense and near-audible heartbeats before he speaks again. “Mine are a little irregular. I got caught off guard at some point my first year and had to leave practice early. It was…humiliating, I guess, is the light word for it. Exposing, maybe? I dunno. But I’ve tried to be better prepared since then.” 

Kyoutani goes still, his grip on the bag tightening. He pulls out a pad, turning it over in one hand. Then he sets the bag down and pushes it back under the door with his toe. “You…” 

The question goes unasked, but Iwaizumi hums a yes anyway. 

“Oh.” 

“Is it really that much of a surprise?” 

“Yes,” Kyoutani says immediately. 

And it is, it is a surprise, because this is Iwaizumi, who is practically the epitome of masculinity to Kyoutani. This is Iwaizumi, undefeated in three years of arm wrestling. Iwaizumi, who has the fastest mile across any of the sports teams at Aoba Johsai. Iwaizumi, who has the highest lift weight of any of them. Iwaizumi, who has never shown any sign of being anything other than man. 

Iwaizumi hums again. “I guess you don’t really see me a lot outside of school and practice.” 

Kyoutani takes a shaky breath, unwrapping the pad with a crinkle that makes him wince. Iwaizumi doesn’t react to it—something that Kyoutani is entirely grateful for—and keeps talking. 

“I like to think we’re friends,” Iwaizumi continues, steadily, as if he isn’t altering Kyoutani’s entire worldview. “I like to think I’m friends with everyone on the team. But it’s…I mean, it would be hard for them not to have a guess by now. But no one ever really talks about it in the clubroom or at practice. So it makes sense you didn’t know, I guess. Sometimes it feels a little like no one knows. Except Oikawa, since he doesn’t know when to shut up sometimes.” 

Kyoutani snorts. That feels true. 

“I love him, but he can be an idiot,” Iwaizumi says. There’s a fondness in his voice that Kyoutani is pretty sure he will never understand. “Anyways, I get it, is the point. I’ve spent my fair share of time in this bathroom panicking.” 

They both fall silent for a long moment, the two of them just taking soft, even breaths. For a moment, Kyoutani actually feels comfortable in the silence with him. 

Iwaizumi inhales, and then exhales, long and slow. He shifts his stance again. “You don’t have to come back to practice if you just want to go home now. But we want you there.” 

Kyoutani swallows around some kind of lump in his throat, overwhelmed by the kindness Iwaizumi is somehow, for some reason, showing him. It feels like some kind of solidarity, or—something like friendship, maybe. 

“Up to you,” Iwaizumi says. “But know that if anyone gives you shit, on the team or off it, they’ll be answering to me. And probably the rest of the team, though honestly it’s not like any of them could really finish a fight. But—yeah. You get the point.” 

Iwaizumi laughs a little before continuing. “I’m gonna go up now, but feel free to let me know if you ever need anything else.”

Somewhere in him, Kyoutani finds the strength to nod, even if Iwaizumi can’t see it. “I’ll, uh. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” 

“Sounds good, Kyoutani.” With that, Iwaizumi is turning around and walking away. 

I like to think we’re friends, Iwaizumi had said. And, in all his great and unsure honesty, Kyoutani would like to think so too. 

[navsstuff]

Was thinking about kyouhaba road trip w/ Watari:(

Meant to be a fic but I lost interest whoopsie daisy

Kyoutani's eyes flew open, his brow furrowing as he blinked rapidly, disoriented by the sudden disturbance

A muffled groan escaped his lips, the words indistinguishable as he struggled to regain his bearings

Rather than returning to his previous uncomfortable position, he shifted in his seat, his gaze sweeping the interior of the vehicle

Something to use as a pillow. Anything?

Spotting a discarded jacket crumpled on the floor, he reached down and retrieved it, carefully folding it into a makeshift pillow

With a sigh of relief, he nestled his head against the improvised cushion placed just on the headrest behind him

his features relaxing as he sought to reclaim the elusive comfort of sleep

Watari, glancing in the rearview mirror, couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight

"Sorry 'bout that, Ken"

He grunts again. Guess nothing really changed since highschool

now propped against the pillow he looks to his side, hand reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Yahaba's forehead, his touch feather-light and achingly tender

He's still sleeping, not bothered by sudden movements

Is this a romcom?

Captivated by the tender scene unfolding behind him, Watari glances once more in the mirror; looking as Kyoutani's hand lingers for a heartbeat longer, his thumb grazing Yahaba's temple in a gesture so intimate, it makes Watari's chest tighten.

Then, as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed, and Kyoutani withdrew his hand, settling back into his seat, his expression unreadable save for the faintest hint of a satisfied smile.

He closes his eyes and sleeps again

--

How wrong is it to make their road trip a little more romantic? For his own amusement, nothing more?

It wouldn't hurt anyone! Even better, they'd get comfortable being somewhat intimate in public

the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the scenario. It's a perfect opportunity to play dolls

Watari's stomach let out a rumble, drawing his attention to the meager selection of sandwiches resting on the passenger seat

Expression sour at the thought of eating those again. It was their breakfast option and it disappointed

Glancing in the rearview mirror, he noticed Yahaba and Kyoutani stirring, finally awake.

their expressions mirroring his own: dissatisfaction with the prospect of another bland meal consumed on the go

Clearing his throat, Watari spoke up, his voice tinged with a conspiratorial edge.

"How about we take a short break? Stretch our legs, find a decent place to eat-”, he looks as Yahaba stretches his arms, “-something more substantial than those"

Yahaba nudges Kyoutani, who's looking still asleep and completely lost, "I'm starving, and those look terrible"

Watari's eyes sparkled with mischief as he considered the evening's possibilities. While their budget wasn't exactly lavish they can afford a treat

Nodding decisively, he pulled off the highway, scanning the roadside for a promising dining option.

As Watari guided the car off the highway, Yahaba's keen eyes immediately picked up on the change in scenery.

Leaning forward, he peered curiously out the window

Beside him, Kyoutani remained slumped against the headrest, his features etched with exhaustion. Aggressively rubbing his eyes

"How the fuck do you manage to sleep anywhere?”

Yahaba's lips curled into an innocent smile, his expression radiating pure delight. "A gift" reaching out to give Kyoutani's knee a gentle squeeze. "Are you jealous?"

“I hate when you're so smug-”, moving his head to place himself better on the pillow, the zipper uncomfortable against his cheek “makes you look stupid”

“We both know that isn't true”

"shut up"

[spacejammie-eimmajecaps]

It's ace week and SGB has a variety of aspec characters, so I figured it's a good time for a new promo post!

This is an AroAce!Matsukawa centric coming of age story that focuses on the following things:

-having a father with high expectations and very narrow minded ideals

-trying and repeatedly failing to live up to those expectations despite a great deal of effort

-eventually realizing it was never possible to live up to those expectations

-the ways people change (or refuse to change) over the course of their lives

-how relationships evolve when feelings and circumstances become more complex

-to whom loyalty is owed and at what cost

-not understanding what the big deal is with romance and sex, but also thinking those things are unavoidable because everyone makes it seem like that

-finding people who are similar, understanding, and supportive

-a long journey of self-discovery and (eventual) self-acceptance

Generally speaking, it has fluff, light-hearted events, occasional silliness, emotional moments (of both the pleasant and unpleasant variety), humor, and angst.

It's also, and I cannot stress this enough, a slow burn. So slow. So very slow. As of right now it's 383k words, and it's around halfway done. That kind of slow.

So yeah, give it a look, let it draw you in.

It'll be fun :)

[toomanygoldfish]

It’s a… Dog person🎉

With a nickname of “Mad dog” you might expect him to be at least acquainted with dogs. However much to your surprise he wasn’t. 

You later find out that this boy, who is very rough around the edges, was sent here because of a school detention. But you were unaware of that when he was first introduced to you. 

“…Hi, I’m here for volunteer work.” He shoved a piece of paper into the front desk lady’s face. She recoiled back, gently taking the crinkled paper in her hands, before putting it down on the desk and smoothing it out. 

“Ah, Kentarō Kyōtani, here for…volunteer hours.” 

Her nose curled up at this. Frowning slightly at her tone, you get back to work, filling out paperwork for the pets who needed to change facilities. 

You turn around when you hear a sharp “you”. You stand up, take a deep breath, roll your eyes at her for luck, then turn around to face her. 

“Yes ma’m?” You asked as politely as possible. 

“You are to give him the rundown, put him on the easy ones. Also that paperwork needs to be done soon. Chop chop.”

 You scoff slightly at the fact that she actually used the words ‘chop, chop’. You turn to him and bow. 

You rise and introduce yourself,

 “Hi! I’m [Name], I work here as a volunteer. I work mostly with dogs but I can give you help with the cats if you would rather spend your time with them.”

He blinks at you. You blink back at him. His eyes widened minutely, before looking away and introducing himself. 

“I’m Kentarō Kyōtani, I’m new here, um dogs are fine” His voice was gruff and yet he had a gentle way of talking. 

You nod shortly at him before spinning on your heel and opening the door to the cacophony that is the dog kennels. You had decided to start him on the cleaning of the kennels. That had to be the best start for handling the dogs and cleaning up after them. 

As you walked past each one of the kennals you greeted the dog inside with a friendly smile. The dogs wagged their tails delighted to see a person. Many barked at you, to which you shushed them and gave them a small glare before continuing on.

Finally reaching kennel number sixteen you pause and look at him. His eyes however were transfixed on the pit bull laying down. 

The pit bull in question and a pretty bad rep, she had been returned 3 separate times for ‘causing problems with other dogs’ which could not be true. She was one of the most friendly dogs here, although she was a bit shy meeting new people. 

She didn't have a name. You had been told not to give her one. But she had the softest brown doe eyes. Her muzzle was resting on her paws, while her gaze was set on his. 

He turned to you quickly. “Could I pet her?”

You smile, obviously he wanted to meet her as much as she wanted to meet him. You nod and crouch down to open the door. The door opens and you take a step back. 

“Hey there sweetheart! How are you today?”

You took a step back, letting them have a moment together. You thought to yourself, that maybe, just maybe, he would be a great fit. 

——————-

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Wow, I really thought he would be a cat person. 

He would be a great pet parent either way. 

[fruityclown19]

What do you do when your crush likes your twin?

Shigeru has a twin sister, Suki. And apparently Suki is dating kyoutani… Shigeru’s current crush. And he’s not sure if he should feel happy for his twin, or if he should he loath her

FIC IDEA!!

[crimsonbitch5]

I officially-unofficially finished both series I've written and since doing that, have now updated both. Little miss commitment issues over here, people. Anyway, hope you all like it. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48091285 

[dottie-writes-haikyuu]

Aftermath

This is chapter 9 of my fic Not Everyone Survives (But I will do the Best I Can). Tags and other chapters can be found here!

No summary this chapter lol

Kyoutani hadn’t spoken a word since Yuuji died.

Honestly, Hajime had been kind of grateful when the blonde had yelled at Bokuto, even though it was a shitty thing to do, because it had been something.

But after that, he hadn’t said anything.

The night they got back, they took anything that could be used as a weapon from Kyoutani’s room, and Oikawa announced that the man wouldn’t be going on any missions for the next…undefined stretch of time. He was almost constantly under supervision, and he stayed in his room most of the time.

Hajime was…worried, to say the least. But he figured the man would get better eventually.

He hoped so.

—

He didn’t want anything else to do with anything. He didn’t want anything to do with living, itself.

They were smart to take away his things. Even smarter to ban him from missions.

If he could open his mouth to speak, he’d probably beg Hajime to kill him. But he couldn’t muster up the energy.

He couldn’t muster up the energy to do anything but lay in bed and stare at his ceiling. The first week, his heart felt like it was going to eat him from the inside out.

Hajime and Tooru wouldn’t leave him alone, though. They were worried.

Maybe they should be.

This wasn’t fucking fair. It should’ve been Bokuto.

Or maybe it should’ve been him. But since it wasn’t, this was his punishment.

The words of his mother echoed in his head, clear as day, and it was what dragged him through the dirt day after day.

“Life is unfair. Kill yourself or get over it.”

The ceiling for who knew how long. Hajime talking to him with worry clear in his tone, Hanamaki or Matsukawa trying, too. Tooru popping in to bring him something and spend some time with him.

It would probably have helped ease the hurt if it didn’t make it swell more and more.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. Eventually, though, the fighting started. Hajime would walk out and Tooru would mumble something. Iwaizumi would reply incredulously, and Oikawa would get defensive. They’d get angry, whisper-yell at each other, then one would start to cry, and the other would soothe them and walk them away from his room.

Life is unfair. Kill yourself or get over it.

If he only got the option, he knew what he would pick. But maybe he was already dead.

He felt like it, anyway.

“Your hair has grown out some,” Hajime noted. “Do, um…I could cut it for you, again.”

The offer was gentle. More gentle than his big brother normally was towards anyone.

He simply looked at him. He wouldn’t mind either way. He would hardly count himself as being in his body.

“Just, promise me you won’t take the razor and try to do anything, please?”

He tried to nod, but he hardly had the energy to.

“I trust you,” the brunette said after a few moments, and then came back with an electric razor. The brute made small talk as he worked on Kyoutani’s hair.

“You know, I love you,” Iwa murmured. “You’re a good kid. Anyways, what do you think of your hair? I did the sides a bit different, but I think they look cool.”

He was turned to face the mirror in the corner. His hair was shorter than normal, and there were tiny stars shaved into the sides. It looked nice.

His face gave the barest of twitches, but it made Hajime light up. He couldn’t fathom why. The brunette hugged him, those biceps flexing with how tightly.

“We’re gonna be okay, Kyou. I don’t know how, but we will. That’s a promise.”

Hajime didn’t break promises.

If only he could believe it.

—

Koutarou was off of bed rest in a few weeks, and they quickly discovered that the wounds on his arms wouldn’t stop bleeding. Ever. Which fucking sucked.

He couldn’t sleep without a gun, most nights. And he couldn’t even think about sleeping without doing three patrols around the base. Keiji couldn’t leave his side for too long without getting anxious, either.

But it was okay.

They were getting over it, he figured.

But then again, nothing could stay okay forever, could it?

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[doodle-bun-makes]

Hi! Would you mind telling me about your favourite thing you've ever created?

Oh my gosh I dont even know where to start!!!! I've made a lot of things in my 19 years of life; both fandom related and original ideas, writing and drawing! So I'm gonna choose one of each because I can't choose just one (this is going to be long lol)

For fan writing, I have to say my favorite thing I've made so far is for Haikyuu (of course lol). It's a fantasy au that originally focused on Kyoutani x Yamaguchi where Kyoutani's a demon/cambion who's apart of this infamous demon family that's known for bringing destruction. He and his brothers are summoned to bring down a kingdom that was already on the verge of collapsing b/c of a shitty king who pissed a lot of people off. But Kyoutani becomes enamored with Yamaguchi, who all the demons mistake for the prince. Then Kyoutani gets in trouble because he decides to spare and help heal Yamaguchi even though they were supposed to kill all the royalty. It isn't until a demon king comes to "finish the job" that it's revealed that Yamaguchi isn't the prince, but the personal servant of the princess. Then this would branch into another story focused on Hinata x Aone where prince Hinata and his sister flee to the neighboring kingdom in the mountains. Then Hinata tries to befriend the shy prince Aone and they end up falling in love after Aone saves Hinata from hypothermia after he was thrown by a horse into a river. I still love this idea even though I haven't finished either of these fics. I've put so much thought into it and I don't want to publish anything until I have the whole story written out so I don't leave anything on a cliffhanger. I do intend to finish these fics one day and maybe add another to the universe where Yamaguchi, Aone, Hinata, and some other characters (i'm thinking Tsukishima and Kageyama) go on some journey, but idk. But if we're talking about published fics I'm still so proud of my Yamaguchi x Kyoutani cowboy au "The Hat Rule" that's published on my ao3, it's the longest fic I've been able to finish so far!

For fan art, this is going to be hard. I'm kinda in a rut right now where I hate my art style, but I still really like this art I made for my cowboy au fic "The Hat Rule" that I mentioned before

For original works, i think my favorite story would have to be this fantasy story that's working title is "Of Dragons and Unicorns" where the princess of the unicorn kingdom, Sylvia, is betrothed to the crown prince of the dragon kingdom, Eluard, but she's really resentful about it because she's only met him once when they were really young so she doesn't remember him at all and all the portraits she gets of him make him look dull and boring. But the dragon royalty and other royalty are coming to the unicorn kingdom to celebrate Sylvia at a debutante ball thing. Basically, Sylvia is cold to Eluard and his brother Oswald at first but after she has a slight meltdown at her ball, Eluard opens up to her and they become friends. I'm hoping for a one sided enemys-to-friends-to-lovers kind of story. Then in a different story Sylvia would move to the dragon kingdom where she'd learn that Eluard has an estranged twin brother and both of them have this curse(?) that gives them dragon traits (scales, wings, claws). While the estranged brother embraces his traits and sees it as an excuse to not be responsible for his actions, Eluard is ashamed of it and tries to hide his traits from Sylvia. Then this would lead to the whole "prince saves princess from dragon" situation where BOTH of the princes are dragons (kinda) and Sylvia is so rude to the estranged brother that he gives her up voluntarily. But this story is SO far from finished that I don't know when or if it'll ever be done. I've put so much thought into the world building for this story that I could honestly spend hours talking about it. I truly love this story, but I literally can't find the motivation in me to work on it.

For original drawings, this is a hard one. I have a lot of OC's that have my whole heart, but my favorite digital drawing has to be this one with burlesque cocker spaniels. For a little context, I like drawing animals in old fashioned clothes when I'm super stressed because it makes me feel better. I'm not an official furry (I don't have a fursona or anything), but this piece brings me a certain pride that none of my others do. Maybe it's the lighting

But yeah! These are four of my favorite projects and I'm so happy to share them with you who made it this far. I'd be happy to answer any questions you might have about any of my projects!

[grungeeuvu]

12, 27, 24 for the writing asks!

Astro, my beloved, hi bestie!!

12. Do you outline your fics first? How detailed are they? How often do you stray from them?

There's usually 'timestamps' and that's it tbh, like, "this is when A says this which upsets B but it makes C happy, then there's drama, then A and B make up" but that's usually it. Oftentimes it's worse like "here's point A now let's see where the hell point B is".

However, some fics are planned by chapter usually, like CLWMB.

24. How do you choose who's POV to write?

Okay this sounds weird but I pick the person who doesn't have the answer. Like, I'll pick the person who doesn't know how the other person feels about them, or the person who knows the least about the situation.

Using CLWMB as an example again (I'm sorry, it's just my best fic), if Yahaba was the POV character then there would be less worry about Kyoutani's death because Yahaba knows he's a necromancer. Did that make sense lol?

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

Dialogue for sure. It's the easiest by far.

[abbstersfics]

Flufftober Day Fifteen

Kyotani goes over to see Yahaba because his washing machine broke

Prompt: Laundry

[sportsanimesrarepairs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kyoutani Kentarou/Tsukishima Kei Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Kyoutani Kentarou, Kunimi Akira, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, kageyama is mostly mentions but many mentions of kageyama tobio, Suna Rintarou, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Akiteru Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Timeskip Spoilers, Biting, tsukishima kei thinks about wild things and colours a lot, Shotgunning, Character Study, if we're being generous, you could argue this fic is about any one of several relationships tsukishima has, but tsukishima kei thinks about wild things and he knows a boy with sharp eyes and sharp teeth, Choking, it's minor - mostly kei's fantasies Series: Part 7 of nights like these (author's picks) Summary:

You’re more cruel, he thinks of Kunimi saying. He couldn’t be as sharp if he tried.

He looks at Kyoutani’s teeth, and thinks, I want him to try.

tsukishima kei dreams of sharp teeth & sad colours.

[navsstuff]

Ah I couldn't wait gotta feed the nation. Sorry (I'm not sorry guys)

This is technically not day 1 but whatever man. Doctor! Yahaba / ProV! Kyoutani

Summary:

Kyoutani is clumsy and somehow finds himself being taught how to flirt in a hospital room. Yahaba has some time blindness, he enjoys himself enough

Kyouhaba week for shiptober maybe....... perhaps

[toomanygoldfish]

Dog person? Or Cat person?

welcome to my new game! I will put up a haikyuu character and an option between “cat” or “dog”. You get to pick whether they are a cat or a dog person. Once the vote is over I will write a Drabble about it! Assume I died if I don’t post.

FIRST UP!! !!!Kyoutani!!

[dolliestfairy]

𝑂𝑜𝑝𝑠.. 👀 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

jjk, Genshin Impact, Naruto, & Haikyuu Men's react when they got caught in the act while fuck*ng with you ᰔᩚ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

ೀ𔓘 Tw : Smut, Public S*x, teasing, degradations, mocking. and maybe some misspelled words. lmk if i miss anything! ᰔᩚ Chubby reader fanfictions with no skintone of reader mentioned.

ೀ𔓘 Notes from Author ; tyvm for the long break. my head is like out of an ideas so i have to sort some things out to have an ideas again. and luckily and hopely from now on my heads will be full of these ideas lolol :3 ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

꒰͡⠀Mdni

They Got Embarrased! This type of mens are a Huuuge shy bean! they got pretty embarrased when they got caught wet in you. wether the ones who peeks within it are his friends, his family, or even a stranger.. he still got sooo embarrased! you have to reassure him that everything is fine or later on he will get pretty embarrased that he want you to stop the deed for a moment 😭 but dont hate him though.. he's just super shy and he doesnt know how to handle it.. espesially if its his first time getting caught in the act.

( jjk ) ᰔᩚ Yuuji, YUUTA, Choso ( genshin impact ) ᰔᩚ AETHER, venti, KAZUHA, al-haitam ( naruto ) ᰔᩚ ROCK LEE, sasori, Yamato Sensei, minato ( Haikyuu ) ᰔᩚ Hinata, SUGAWARA, Akiteru Tsukishima, Akaashi, KOZUME KENMA, YAMAGUCHI.

They got a Little.. embarrased.. but Still continue anyway. these type of men will probably gonna stop for a second. its like when he pound into you and someones coming in but after that person sees you both during those things they immediately go out of the room, he's gonna have to proceed some things. its like he's... out of the server. but not even 1 minutes later he's already back and then he just like immediately grabbing you and then pound you Twice harder than before while saying some real real weird and nasty stuff.

( Jujutsu Kaisen ) ᰔᩚ MEGUMI, Geto, Nanami ( Genshin impact ) ᰔᩚ DILUC, XIAO, Ayato, ALBEDO, Zhongli ( Naruto ) ᰔᩚ Kakashi, NEJI, SHIKAMARU ( Haikyuu ) ᰔᩚ TSUKISHIMA KEI, SEMI EITA, Lev Haiba, MIYA TWINS, Kageyama.

THEY DOESNT GAVE A FUCK! what do you expect? do you think some buds or some strangers walking into the rooms will stop him from pounding your big ass hips? No! aint no fucking way. he'll gave whoever that person is some real fucking performance. wether they like it or not. And when that person wants to walk out of that room, he'll be quick enough to saying things like "hey buds! you dont want to check this out?! come see me tame my woman! i'll gave you some stuff to watch!" and others.. i know he's sound like a real Nuts, but.. thats who he is. you'll probably cant complain to him anyway since his excitedment will sped up the pace of his pounding, that'll make it the end of you. and just hope that he'll be merciful enough to not suffocate you with his teasing later on.

( jjk ) ᰔᩚ Toji, GOJO, SUKUNA, MAHITO ( Genshin impact ) ᰔᩚ Itto, SCARAMOUCHE, CHILDE, Kaeya ( Naruto ) ᰔᩚ Madara, OBITO, Sasuke, Kiba, NARUTO HIMSELF, HIDAN ( Haikyuu ) ᰔᩚ KUROO, Bokuto, KYOUTANI, Oikawa, TENDOU, TERUSHIMA.

DID I FORGET ANYONE? INSERT UR FAV!

[alwaysaslutforfic]

Daichi Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Here he is! The man the myth the legend 🥰

Written in his memory 😔 RIP Daichi

Warnings: mentions of daddy kink, choking, and various position but nothing super explicit

Minors are not allowed to interact and stay out of the cut! Minors DNI!!

I murdered my beta’s like Tanaka murdered Daichi

Check out my headcanons for Tsukki and Kyoutani

Sexy driver pt2. One hand on the wheel, the other holding yours. Just watching his arms flex as he changes gears is enough to have you flustered. Always opens your door for you and helps you get in. Let’s you pick the music and pulls over if you want takeout

Concedes the aux cord but has pretty good taste in music. Prefers more mellow sounds. Indie, jazz, soft rock. He takes you to local shows as dates and will either watch you dance, or hold you close to slow jams. FestivalDaichi! is a new man. Get him drunk and he gets handsy. (Drunk kisses 🤤)

Just loves to spend time with you. The best day out partner. Breakfast at a cafe in the morning, holds your bags and your hand. He doesn't complain if you wanna try on clothes or shoes or browse games, he’s just genuinely happy to be there

A handyman. Owns a tool belt that you bought him and looks damn good in it too. Puts up shelves, fixes sinks, cleans gutters, mows lawns. And if it’s summer, then you have a shirtless handyman to boot. (Note to self: handman Daichi 😌)

Speaking of shirtless Daichi, because of his rota at the firestation (hashtag: FiremanDaichiForLife) he prefers to workout at home. He works out in the garden when it’s warm, and in the living room when it’s cooler. Either way, you have a free show at least twice a week. He will let you sit on his back while he does push ups, or hold you while he squats

Will indulge all your couple tiktok challenges with a sheepish grin, and fondness in your eyes. The comments are full of ‘get you a man who looks at you like that’

This man is romantic. I’m talking candlelit dinner, flowers for no reason, surprise lunch at your workplace. He’s just a modern, old-fashioned man who treats you like a treasure

The king of soft intimacy. Cooking together. Baths together. Wine and candles in your living room. Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles. Play with his hair and you risk just putting him straight to sleep, but who can resist the world’s best weighted blanket.

Daichi is forever your personal cheerleader. He supports all your choices, dreams, and goals. He’ll give you advice, or talk through anything you’re hesitant on. Even if they’re whimsical. You wanna start dance classes. He’ll go to any recital. You decide to switch to marathon running, he’ll be there with a sign and a gallon of water. Cosplay, chocolate making, fanfiction 😉. He doesn’t care, as long as you’re happy

Call. Him. Daddy. And let him fuck you into the mattress or kitchen table, or sofa, or floor as a result

I touched on this briefly once, but choke him. You are Not in charge, but he just loves the feeling of your hand on his throat. The flutter of your fingers as he makes you cum

An ass man through and through. At this point his fingerprints are embedded in your ass cheeks from the way he grips them. Doggy; he’s spanking you. Missionary; he’s using your ass as leverage. Riding him; better believe he’s squeezing it as he makes you bounce harder.

Speaking of handy men, he has big hands and puts them to good use. Sits you on his lap and fingers you until he thinks you’re ready

Thick thighs save lives, and Daichi wants you to ride his. He’ll lick your nipples while you do, and basks in the mess you make on his thighs as a result (clearly my thoughts revolve around sitting in his lap and having a great time)

Without fail, will pull them panties to the side. Even on days when you have time to get naked. Loves the way you look in lingerie and loves the way you soak the fabric when he makes you cum

Daichi just make brain go brrr. Nothing but respect for my husband captain