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lizzy06 · 2 months ago

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Konoha Akinori x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

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One-Sided Future ✨by @oreosmama(oneshot, angst)It’s hard to see a person fall in love with another who never intends on sharing a future with that person. It’s even harder when that person is you. (Based on “I Can’t Make You Love Me” by Bon Iver). [COMPLETED]

An Insomniac's Guide to Dreams✨ by liillyliilly(oneshot, fluff) Maybe he could be her guide to accomplishing her dreams. The kind of dreams where a person falls in love and then magically, as if almost impossibly, stays in love. Konoha could be that for her. She just needed him to give her that opportunity.[COMPLETED]

you still do?✨ by @clawsdevour (oneshot, fluff) Fuck.. it’s been only two days since I saw him and the team at reunion, but why is Konoha the only one running around my mind?[COMPLETED]

“can i have this dance?” by @bruh-haikyuu (oneshot, arranged marriage(not with konoha), historical au) In which konoha akinori is the son of a wealthy merchant, blessed with a flair for business; you belong to the elusive family of the navy general, cursed with the invisible chains of duty—tonight, he plans to strike you a deal you can’t refuse.[COMPLETED]

The roommate by khinux (oneshot, fluff) 6 months after a breakup, your best friend Akaashi Keiji suggests you come to his party in his dorm to get yourself back out there since he's done with your wallowing.[COMPLETED]

A Secret Admirer - Konoha x f!reader / tumblr✨ by @mimi-cee-hq mimi_cee (oneshot, frenemies to lovers, fluff)The envelope in your shoe locker causes you to giggle once again.[COMPLETED]

bathed in the golden sun by @ohtokki (oneshot, fluff) konoha chases the end of summer with a road trip along the coastline.[COMPLETED]

delineation by laculite(oneshot, fluff) “is it true then?” he asks gruffly, gaze jumping between the two of you. “are you his girlfriend?” girlfriend. the word rings throughout the hallway and you take your sweet time formulating an answer.[COMPLETED]

Meatballs by aqua_relle(oneshot, fluff) The art of cooking has been recurring theme in the Konoha-y/l/n household for years, and it comes up again after his first volleyball loss as a working man.[COMPLETED]

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heeheesang · 8 months ago

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fifteen -> prom + drunkhoon! ( written + text )

the sound of loud blasting music filled the empty spaces of school, the cafeteria was empty yet had a lot of food and drinks set up for the graduated students. the school hallways decorated in a navy blue colour along with white resembling our school colours, students walking along the hallways with their partners and friends ro take in the last sight of what decelis looked like before they leave.

“princess..? is that you?” a familiar voice ringed in my ears as i turned to face the doors to the main event hall, walkimg closer to him i smiled and he opened his arms wide, “it is you, my pretty princess. you came!” heeseung yelled as he lifted me off the ground, catching me off guard as hyewon met up with sunghoom who was just beside heeseung and jay.

“of course i’d come, hee. i’d be crazy not to, especially after you asked me…” i giggled as he placed pecks all over my face, “you look so handsome, hee baby. no wonder all the ladies were talking about you…” i said as my eyes scanned over his body. his black hair was slicked back, he had grey contacts, he was using a white blouse with a few buttons left unbuttoned at the top tucked into his black slacks and a pair of black shoes.

“i can’t say the same about you princess, you look like a literal goddess walkimg on earth, standimg right in front of me right now. give me a little spin baby,” i giggled at his response, giving him a little twirl as he held my hand, smiling at me before hugging me tightly, “enough hugging love birds. ynnie, this is yoona, she’s my girlfriend..!” jay pulled us apart jokingly, i smiled at the female and hugged her, “i’m yn! park yn! you’re so pretty…” the female blushed and thanked me before hiding behind jay’s figure.

“you look… pretty, hyewon.” sunghoon compliemented hyewon who was blushing madly, “thank you sunghoon… you don’t look too bad~”

i was chatting with hyewon and yoona when heeseung suddenly pulled me towards him, his hands landing on my waist and mine automatically wrapped around his neck as slow music played in the background. “hey, i was having fun talking to my girls…” i pouted as heeseung smiled and pinched my cheek. “and i want to have time with my girl. have i mentioned how pretty you look tonight? your makeup looks perfect, your eyes are shiny even without your contacts, you smell as sweet as candy, princess.”

“you have, hee. i love you heeseung, alot.”

“i love you too my little pretty princess.”

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hhs’ notes! hello loves..! i’m so sorry this took me two days to upload😭 i was stuck on how to start it and i was scared it was bad as a starter😭 i love each and every one of you, to make up for your love and support, there’ll be a bonus chapter tomorrow! thank you so much for supporting this smau🥹

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abbysbicepsss · 2 years ago

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not anon but im here to talk about my day 😜. it’s only noon but basically i called out of work cause i could NOT BE BOTHERED. ermmm now i’m pretty fuckin’ high and going through the torture of making my navigation/masterlist 🥰🥰. how’s your day so far ?

This is the shit I like to see 😌😌. I’m so happy you called out bc you deserve it i just feel it in my bones Mimi. Also help idk how to make a navi but I feel like I should 🧍🏼‍♀️🧍🏼‍♀️ I’m basically tumblr illiterate. My days alright but school is kicking my ass 😪😪 8 more weeks and I’m free

#Mimi baby

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evanstarff · 6 years ago

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October Morning

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2100

Summary: The Iconic Duo discover Steve's weekend hideout.

Warnings: Death by fluff. Swearing. There's also a dog.

A/N: This is for @captain-rogers-beard Mimi’s Fall Into Marvel Challenge – huge, HUGE congrats on reaching 5K gorgeous! ✨ Thank you for hosting this beautiful challenge and allowing me the privilege to take part 💗 My prompt was “sweater”.

This is part of the Morning After series. Masterlist here, lovers.

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When day broke over the reservoir, Steve Rogers had already beaten the sun.

Three turns, three breaths, and then thirteen miles in thirty minutes. Feet pushed and lifted, light and nimble quick across the pavement, dawn smearing light through a grey crisp morning and sweat cooling across the skin of his arms and windswept to his neck.

Not today.

Today’s sunrise came after an evening of shy, flirting eyes and the kind of late night conversation that was utterly sweetened by the tingling aftertaste of something new. It brightened the breath of autumn chill on your window panes, casting a glow to a man of blonde and patriotic blue who slept beneath the sheets.

Broad and steady shoulders, strong arms that held you so soft and warm. That jawline, that face.

Those lips.

As if he'd heard that affection storming through your face, eyes of blue opened and settled their gaze on your own.

“Morning.”

And you felt your heart swell like the sunrise.

“Morning,” you smiled and it beamed right through his heart.

Steve curled you closer to him, warmth filling all up and down his side from shoulder to shin where your bodies touched. Pressed a careful kiss to your crown and pulled back with a question in his eyes.

You traced his perfect face with a sweater-sleeved hand, navy blue and knitted with his warmth. His.

Him.

He’d gifted it to you when you shivered in the cooling autumn air of the after hours; halfway through one of your many spiels about the evils of running. You were sprung by the sheer intimacy of it. The earnest smile glowing in his face when he lifted it over his head, pulling up the shirt underneath to reveal that slim strip of skin that you suddenly ached to touch, and handed the sweater to you with such an insistence that you couldn't say no.

You felt your skin flush warmth with the memory.

“So,” you began, teasing in the corners of your lips that he dreamt of kissing the night before. “How was your run this morning?”

Steve laughed, big and bright. “It was great, thanks for asking.”

“Sounds strenuous.” You told him, feeling the air hitch ever so slightly in your throat.

“Extremely.” He replied, letting his eyes wash over your cheeks, your nose. Your lips.

He smelled so good. Warm with sleep and that new, electric feel of something more. You could almost taste him.

Almost.

Until Sam’s deep, bellowing voice shocked from outside your apartment, beckoning your name.

Shit.

SHIT.

Your gorgeous, three-legged furry ball of golden retrieving sunshine, Appa, began barking the song of her ancestors. Boisterous, bellowing barks and bounding through your bedroom door, lapped your bed much to the amusement of one tall, blonde and beautiful grin, and then back out to your front door.

You heard Sam knock politely on your door, then considerably impolitely and way too damn early in the day as the whispering leaves outside your window began to turn that special shade of red.

The special kind of red that flushed through one star-spangled soldier’s neck as Steve threw wide-eyed fear and amusement from his face to your own and you swore you felt your eyebrows shoot off into the next galaxy.

You jumped off the bed, a hasty I’ll kill him wait here thrown to Steve’s beautiful, bemused face, and rushed to your door.

“Sam, what the fuck.”

Door opened with eyes sleep-slowed and narrowed, mistrust furrowing too much in your brow as you regarded his winsome grin.

“Baby, you hurt me.”

“You bailed on me last week.”

“No ‘hello’, no ‘good morning, Sam - you lookin’ fine as fuck for a Sunday, thanks for the apology pizza.’” He shook his head in despair as amusement shone through his handsome face. “Honestly, the disrespect.”

Sam pushed through your front door despite your protests, bringing in the chill from the outside. His broad and steady form, still hot from his run and steam wafting quattro formaggi with extra garlic from the pizza box he set down in your kitchen.

You decided if a pizza god really did exist in this universe, his name was definitely not Samuel Thomas Wilson.

It then took you the better part of the next 0.2 seconds to realise–

“What the fuck is the Winter Soldier doing here?” Your eyes trained on a handsome face, all jawline and cheekbones, soft chestnut strands bundled up in a bun.

“Hey.”

Those eyes shaded winter blue and sly in his face and that charming drawl shocked you conscious faster than your favourite shot of coffee. Bucky Barnes was a tall, ice cold glass of damn water.

“Oh yeah, found that bum on the street,” came Sam’s reply from somewhere in your kitchen. Heard him rummaging through your cupboards, kettle already filled and flicked on. Mugs and plates clinking and stretched across the kitchen bench.

Bucky ignored him, eyes rolled, then face curled into the sweetest grin to you. “Can I use your bathroom?”

Something in the way he said it made you panic.

“No!”

You felt Sam’s eyes cut to you with suspicion, wheels turning in his head. He cast his gaze to Bucky and the conversation shared with eyes and brows between them dialled that initial panic to full-blown nuclear strength.

Thank the damn universe for Appa.

She came bounding up to Bucky, all joy and adoration to anyone who would give her the time of day.

Lucky for you, he was a sucker for a good dog.

Hands of skin and metal came ruffling to her ears and her body slackened in total bliss, turning on her back as fingers shaded through her golden hairs.

“She’s beautiful,” Bucky breathed, joy cooing from his voice.

“Sure she is,” you replied, trying to shift those patriotic sneakers away from any line of sight. “Ask me again after she’s rolled through a few thousand piles of leaves after a rainstorm.”

The smell of coffee were the warm saviour in your lungs as Sam handed you a mug of your favourite drug. Black. Dash of milk. You could only groan in thanks.

“Wilson, where’s mine?” Came Bucky’s question.

“Pumpkin spice is in the top cupboard to the right, Tin Man.” Sam knew your apartment back to front and side to side, thanks to too many drunken Friday night rants and naps on your couch.

You watched Bucky sift through your cupboards as Sam’s gaze interrogated your own.

“Say, baby girl – have you seen Captain America?”

You choked at Sam’s question. Spluttering and gulping breaths as you tried to steady your shoulders and mask the sheer panic in your face.

“Excuse me?”

“Steve ‘I’m a shining beacon of hope’ Rogers? Know him?”

“How would I know him?” Eyes regarded your friend-slash-literal-wingman with lip-bitten fear.

“Those sneakers look like his.” Bucky’s voice echoed in your ears.

Dammit.

You felt those slate-blue eyes rest on you, nodding towards your wide-eyed form and you swore you felt your soul leave your body when he spoke again. “That sweater you’re wearing too – seen him wear it the last few days.”

Fuck.

“Yo Steve!” Sam yelled, mouthful of pizza and coffee-charged glee as his voice echoed through your apartment. “Want you to come meet a friend of mine.” He knew full well your space could not contain a one hundred year old soldier of brawn and bashful good for too long.

You threw your hands to your face, his knitted sweater pressed soft to your cheeks and that scent of indescribably Steve filled your lungs.

You wanted to die.

Sam began applauding, toothy grin spilling across his face as he watched a sheepish Steven Grant Rogers emerged from your bedroom. T-shirt pulled two sizes too small across his impressive form as Bucky nodded at him with a knowing, apologetic smile, as he stirred the mug of makeshift pumpkin spiced latte between his hands.

“So glad you could join us for breakfast, Cap.” Sam handed him a coffee and nudged the pizza box towards him.

“Hey Sam,” Steve accepted the mug and set himself down at your kitchen bench, eyes narrowed to his friend and softening on you. Your coffee steamed before you, hands still pushed over your face to blot out the rising autumn sun and the heat spreading through your cheeks.

“Good run this morning?”

Steve scoffed, laughter bubbling in his chest. “The best.”

“No doubt.”

You could practically feel Sam – utterly insufferable Sam – nodding as he answered.

“Please let me die.” You groaned, dragging your hands down your face, eyes peeking between your fingers only to meet Steve’s shining blue ones blown curious with affection.

“And miss the fun in having this in my arsenal for the next 84 years?” Sam’s laugh was blistering with glee. “Nah, Imma keep you alive forever.”

Your kitchen glowed orange and yellow from the morning sun as you, flanked by three soldiers of the avenging kind, ravaged the pizza for breakfast. You all sipped and swallowed your coffee – save for Bucky who was supremely partial to the pumpkin spiced monstrosity that filled the air with a comforting warmth; the sole reason why you had it in your cupboard to begin with.

It soon became apparent that one pizza would not feed three soldiers and a puppy, let alone you.

“Say, we might take Appa for a walk,” Sam decided after a time, fingers threading through your excited puppy’s ears and neck. “Let you two lovebirds enjoy the rest of the morning.”

Steve almost choked on the last mouthfuls of coffee you’d refilled for him. Rushed a hand through those tall, blonde and handsome locks as your wide eyes startled to his baby blues, then to Sam.

Sam. Fucking. Wilson.

“Please, I’m serious – can I just kill myself?” You drawled. “Or better yet, can I kill you?”

“Nope.” Sam replied with a pop on his lips. Nodded to Bucky, who was already reaching for the lead being handed to him, clipping it with ease to Appa’s excited, panting head.

The Winter Soldier stood, glancing to Steve with an all-knowing smile, then to you with soft, kind eyes. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, yeah – don’t get too cosy,” Sam was nudging Bucky toward the door.

“Seriously, Wilson – I might just help her kill you.”

“Please,” you seconded, jumping off your stool. “Let’s do it now.”

Mischief sparkled behind cool-grey blues. “I’ll take the legs, you go for the neck?”

“Deal.”

“Yo, yo, YO – not the face!”

“Okay, okay,” Steve spoke up at last, laughter soothing the tension as long legs guided him to the door. “Settle down.”

Sam shook his head, his smirk punctuating the air as Appa barked with impatience. “See you in bit, Cap.”

And they were gone with a click of your door.

The sigh that left your lungs was somewhere between relief and exhaustion and Steve had to smile.

“You okay?”

You folded your hands to your chest, breathing deeply as you strode to your windows, pushing them open to let the too-warm, too-suffocating air of humiliation flush out from your apartment.

The outside air prickled a chill through your body and Steve was around you, strong and steady form settling the shiver in your spine.

“It’s alright,” he told you, palms thumbing your cheeks that basked in the glow of the morning kissing light across your brow, your cheeks.

Your lips.

“Is it?”

“It is.”

And then he was kissing you. Lips pressed careful to your own, like a question slowly curling its way through your mouth. You answered with a sigh that seemed to strike right through his heart and then your hands were around his neck, chest curving and melting to his own.

You loved the taste of him. Warm and bittersweet earth from coffee and bread crusts, all with that delicious undercurrent of everything that made him Steve. Mouths pushed and pulled as tongues found each other, touching just so as the night’s memories bled a quiet warmth into the spaces between.

Steve found his hands wandering to your waist, tracing the hem of his sweater, borrowed by your pretty form. Fingers dipped just a touch beneath to find skin and then he had to force himself to slow down, stop. Pulled a breathless whimper from your throat as he drew back to glance at you, eyes simmering with affection.

More now with his sweater fashioned so sweet and comforting on you, he decided.

“Should do this more often,” you spoke at last, humming in satisfaction as he pressed another kiss, lazy and lovely to your lips.

“Which part?”

Shy eyes glanced to ones burned blue and lips were gentle and sweet on his own.

It was much later in the morning when two soldiers and a dog came bounding back to your apartment with the skin of an autumn wind.

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