âWhatever makes my wife happyâ You can see his hand and forearm muscles clenching from the grip on the fridge handle.
He walks up to you, handing you the drink you asked for.
âGood boy,â You say, biting back a laugh the moment you see his face.
He looks at you then quickly around the room for any camera or someone who could possibly see what he is about to do-
He giggles, GIGGLES. Before he quickly masks it with a forced cough. He clears his throat twice and fixes his hair.
âMind saying that again?â Your jaw hits the floor.
âExcuse you?â
âI didn't quite.. hear youâ he repeats, fixing his collar and standing up straighter. You try.. Really try not to laugh⊠or cry. Because this man looks adorable. He has a cheeky smile, his dimples showing up.. his hands in front of him. You can almost see him rocking on his feet from excitement.
âAh.. wait, if I get you another thing, you will repeat it?â he doesn't wait for your response; he's already moving. He walks in and out of the kitchen, a snack his hand. He gently, like it's a secret, places it beside you.
You look at the snack.. back at him. This man.. You think to yourself. He's so stupid..
He clears his throat, gesturing with his hand to continue, still smiling.
âOh right, forgive me. Thank youâ He quickly shakes his head.
âThe other thingâ You squint your eyes at him.
âThank you, my beloved husband..?â He shakes his head again.
âNot that.. I mean, I like it, but the other thing you said earlier.â You sigh in defeat, opening the bag of chips.
âYou're serious? You want me to really, really call you that? Isn't it embarrassing?â He groans before walking towards you on the couch and sits down in front of you. His chin on top of your knee, arms wrapped around your legs.
âPlease?â He pouts. POUTS. THIS GROWN ASS MAN-
âUgh.. fine.â You reach your hand and pet his hair gently. âGood boyâ You cringe but laugh shortly after when he licks your knee.
âEW! STOP!â The sound of your laughter and squirming away from him fills the room.
âSay it againâ He laughs too, crawling on top and pushing you down on the couch, trappong you under his body weight.
âNoâ You try to sound serious, but fail miserably. âDON'T!â You squirm again, as he starts tickling you.
âPLEASEEE, SAY IT AGAINâ he laughs, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, hiding his OBVIOUS blush on his face.
âMaybe on our wedding nightâ
a/n: He couldn't wait till then.. sorry not sorry.
requested ۶ৠ| keiji akaashi doesnât like how popular you are.
youâre really popular at fukurĆdani academy.
everyone in the school knows your name, and probably what you look like too.
but akaashi doesnât like it.
sure heâs happy that everyone likes you, or at least almost everyone.
but he doesnât like that youâre always swarmed by people the second youâre not in any of your classes.
you could step one foot out of your classroom, and thereâd already be ten students around you, offering to carry your bag and offering you water.
itâs not because they happen to be at your classroom fast enough, itâs because they ditch the last ten minutes of class to be at your beck and call first.
or youâre at lunch, munching on an apple with people surrounding you, watching really intently how you eat an apple, like theyâve never seen a girl eat an apple before.
he doesnât get it.
he doesnât get why people have to be around you all the time, even if itâs just breating the same air as you.
yes youâve got the whole package, youâre pretty, smart, unbelievably funny, and youâre so nice. you would barely hurt a fly.
but heâs a little blind sided considering heâs your boyfriend of three years. of course youâre the prettiest girl to him, you always have been.
and he knows how lucky he is to have you, considering almost every student at school would kill to date you.
your locker is always filled with love letters, with undying confessions in them that are a little too extra.
âkeiji, catch everything thatâs about to fall out of my locker.â you tell akaashi, taking a breath before opening your locker in a swift move.
youâd been sick at home for the past two days, so the regular amount of letters you get, have tripled.
there are a lot, of envelopes. and akaashi manages to catch most of them with the trash bag heâs holding, no other bag would fit this many letters.
and along with too many letters, thereâs also a handful of plushies. ones that you will be keeping, a facemask, and a small pot with medicine in it.
thatâs definitely one of the most random items youâve gotten.
âthis wouldâve been useful two days ago,â you mumble, fetching the things you actually need out of your locker.
âthereâs still a letter in there,â akaashi says, his hand brushing past yours as he grabs the letter in the corner of your locker.
âoh, thanks.â he hands you the letter, and your breath hitches at the handwriting on the envelope.
itâs akaashiâs hand writing.
your name is written in cursive, perfectly centered and neat.
âa letter?â your gaze flicks between him and the letter, turning it around to see the stamp being your initials, along with tiny hearts.
âopen it when youâre alone, call me after.â he smiles softly, tying the trash bag and slinging it over his shoulder, quickly going to the trash bin to throw it out.
the only letters you should read are his, not from some stupid guy whoâs only trying to get in your pants.
akaashi would rather you never get any other letters than the ones he writes you, but thatâs out of the question.
a/n: i scrambled this together in 20 minutes with christmas music playing, also the end is a little half assed iâm sorry đą
đđ àŁȘË ÖŽÖ¶Öž ⏠his laugh: a rare melody <3
you donât hear it often.
but when you do? god, it makes everything around you go still.
his real laugh.
not the huffs. not the sarcastic snorts. not the amused breath through his nose.
the real one. the one that escapes before he can stop it. bright and careless and beautiful.
and this time, it bubbles out of him fast, catching on the end of his sentence like he didnât mean to let it out. he covers his mouth too late, shoulders jolting slightly as he leans forward, eyes crinkling in a way that makes your heart do something stupid.
youâve been around him long enough to know when heâs holding back and when he isnât. and this? this is pure. unfiltered.
a sound you want to keep hearing for the rest of your life.
heâs still laughing when you say it, soft and stunned and entirely honest:
âyou have a really pretty laugh.â
his breath catches mid-laugh.
and then it hits full force. the weight of your words, the sincerity behind them. and just like that, the laugh dissolves into something quieter, more flustered. his cheeks tint pink almost instantly.
âshut up,â he says, voice cracking halfway through the word, eyes darting everywhere but at you.
you grin. âiâm serious.â
he covers his mouth with his sleeve like it might somehow hide the way the blush is blooming across his face, delicate and pink and unavoidable.
âitâs not... i donât... why would you say that out loud?!â
âbecause itâs true?â you shrug, teasing, but still a little breathless. âitâs⊠i dunno. it suits you. 's cute.â
he side-eyes you, expression caught between offended and embarrassed and that quiet, cracking amusement youâre addicted to. âwhat does that even mean?â
âi meanâŠâ you trail off, eyes on him now. his lashes, the curve of his smile, the flush spreading across his cheeks like blooming petals.
âi mean, youâre always so... guarded... or something. like, you're very serious. or stoic." you say, grappling with the right words. "and then you laugh like that and itâs just... soft? and bright. and it makes people want to hear it again. it puts me in a better mood!â
he blinks. then quickly looks away.
ââŠi hate you.â
you laugh. âno you donât.â
âi might.â
you watch him try to hide the way heâs still smiling. the way the pink deepens near his ears. you want to press your thumb against his cheek just to feel the warmth there.
he exhales, shaking his head. âyouâre so annoying.â
you lean in a little. âso are you. but at least youâre charming when you laugh!â
his eyes flick toward you. something unreadable behind them. and then, finally, a soft reply:
ââŠyouâre the only one whoâs ever said that.â
you blink. your chest aches.
then you say, âwell, iâm right.â
and when he looks at you again, that blush still lingering like cherry blossoms in the spring, he doesnât deny it.
âౚà§ËâĄË àŁȘ (pt.3) when you call the haikyuu boys by their first name for the first time
characters: tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, akaashi keiji x gn!reader
synopsis: their last names have always been at the tip of your tongue, so what happens when you do the unthinkable, and finally, call them by their given name?
cw: fluffy rainbows, unestablished relationship, VERY down bad men
wc: 2.6k words, not proofread
this is probably the last part :( but i really did enjoy writing this for everyone to read !! thanks for the positive reactions everyone <3 if you enjoyed my fic, you can tip me on Kofi, but pls dont feel obligated to do so <3
link to first part (bokuto, kuroo, kita) || link to second part (kenma, sakusa, oikawa)
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â.đ Ì. TSUKISHIMA KEI, he wonders, is he still just an innocent teenage boy in your eyes?
Tsukishima has always wondered how itâs so easy to fall asleep during breaktime in school.
He knows that breaktime is when the devils are released, which means itâs the loudest, because the entire school is free from classes. Certain people like Hinata and Kageyama⊠He swears, he can hear their voices from afar, bickering with each other.
At home, heâs known to be a light-sleeper. He gets riled up easily by the tiniest of voices, which requires him to wear headphones to sleep sometimes. Not too much, his brother warns him that he might suffer from hearing loss one day.
âYouâre not going on lunch break?â
You approach him the moment the bell rings, offering him a small grin. You do that to everyone, coming up to people, having short conversations in means of being friendly.
Tsukishima doesnât get why you enjoy talking to him. Heâs a boring person, and gives short, blunt replies. Being a people-pleaser isnât in Tsukishimaâs books.
âNo, I went for the first,â Yet, he still discovers himself trying his best to elongate his words when conversing with you. Just a little, teeny-tiny bit, compared to usual. Perhaps, itâs because you are the only one he finds slightly tolerable, except for Yamaguchi.
You hum as a reply. Then, Tsukishima hears the squeaking of shoes against the floor tiles, and later, doesnât hear anything else anymore. The classroom goes entirely quiet, and he takes it as a sign to have his well-deserved rest. A daily routine of his.
Forming a criss-cross shape with his arms, he lays his head sideways, facing the wall. Gradually, his eyelids flutter closed, lulling him into a sweet, peaceful slumber.
He thinks he has gotten more than enough sleep from last night, because he ends up waking up earlier than his expected time.
However, before he shifts his head up, the loud footsteps approach his classroom, and he decides to lie down for a while more. Class might be starting soon anyway, he can slot in a few more minutes of rest.
But then, he nearly perks up when your voice enters the room.
âGuys, how about we talk outside instead?â You say in a tone, so soft, it sounds like a light breeze, but Tsukishima can still hear your words as clear as day, âI donât wanna wake up Kei. Heâs been looking tired the whole day.â
Tsukishimaâs breath hitches.
âYouâre such a caring person, Y/N. Sure thereâs nothing else going on between you and him?â Your friend teases you, which earns a few chuckles that slowly fade into the distance. Youâve probably pushed them outside while being in a red fit of bashfulness.
For the first time, the image of your flustered expression pops up in Tsukishimaâs mind. He imagines how youâre fiddling with your fingers, words stumbling out of your lips as your tongue twists. He also thinks of how you might be fighting for your life outside, while your friends continue to add oil to the fire.
Tsukishima canât stop thinking about you.
And he most certainly canât stop holding your voice close to his heart.
Kei.
To him, you call him Tsukishima. To teachers, you call him Tsukishima. To friends, you also call him Tsukishima.
When heâs absent, do you call him Kei to everyone? How long have you been calling him by his first name, without him knowing? Why do you never call him that when youâre in front of him?
And, why does he care so much about this?
Tsukishima buries his head deeper inside his make-shift arm pillow. The warmth doesnât aid in the rise of temperature he feels on his face. In fact, it exacerbates the situation. He canât look up either. His classmates might take notice of him, and itâs the last thing he wants to happen.
Class starts, Tsukishima pushes the thought to the back of his head, thinking of it as a temporary fixation.
Tsukishima tries his best to focus on the syllabus, but the lesson floods his mind, and exits out of the other ear. Your voice is the only thing on his mind now. It has become a giant, towering wave, washing away the unnecessary debris that enters his head.
You have become all he can think of, infiltrating every corner of his life, despite his initial denial.
Which is why, when the time comes, Tsukishima is walking you home for the first time.
Volleyball practice has just ended a few minutes ago, and it's also the first time you've seen him play, too. So, he plays like his life depends on it. Blocking every ball that stands in his way, soaring high above the net, standing tall like a wall, he hopes one day, you can depend on too.
The sky paints a beautiful hue of pink, and the sunlight drapes over you like a blanket, kissing your skin gently.
Tsukishima doesnât tell anyone about it, how he heard you calling his given name when you thought he was asleep. Not even Yamaguchi, nor his brother. He keeps it to himself, until today, when he lets the long-awaited words slip out of his lips.
âYou can start calling me Kei.â
âHuh?â
Itâs pristine and clear. Tsukishima doesnât want to be just Tsukishima to you anymore.
He wants to become something more than that, and it shows on his face, with dusted pink skin, similar to the tint of the skies, all across his skin.
âStupid, what I mean isâŠâ He takes a step closer to you, just like how you have stepped into his heart, effortlessly, âI want you to start looking at me as a man.â
â.đ Ì. SUNA RINTAROU, he's walking on clouds, and nothing else can take away the joy you give him.
It starts with a normal after-school hangout with the three second-years.
However, due to a certain blond getting food poisoning from eating overnight dumplings, the Miyas couldnât attend the hangout. As quoted by Osamu, âThis scrub keeps sayinâ heâs gonna die and apparently, all of a sudden, he can see the light. So sorry yâall.â
The hangout becomes cancelled, what fun is there without the Miyaâs providing free entertainment?
Suna proves you otherwise.
He brings you to a photobooth, where the two of you choose stupid hats for each other. You pick out an octopus one, with the tentacles falling off his head. It doesnât do a single bit of justice for Sunaâs good looks, but he looks like heâs enjoying this too much.
Because the hat he chooses for you is the most hideous thing youâve seen on earth.
âIâm not wearing this.â
âI think you make a good ostrich,â He proceeds to plop the hat on you, where a pink ostrich rises from the base of the hat with a funny expression.
When the two of you enter the photobooth, something shifts.
He leans in close to your side, like never before, to the point where his shoulder is touching yours. You steal a glance at him, the word âunbotheredâ written all across his face.
Gulping heavily, you try your best to pay no attention to it, and cover it up with a smile to the camera.
Then, he takes you to a lake, and teaches you about skipping stones, where you have to toss pebbles, making them bounce across the water's surface.
It turns into a competition, filled with endless bickering and laughter. You sabotage him multiple times, which ends up with him being the loser. He rolls his eyes, saying, âCheater cheater pants on fire.â
âI think thatâs the wrong way to say it.â
He huffs, âI donât care.â
The day ends with him walking you back home under a peaceful sunset. A classic epilogue to a romance novel, except⊠the two of you are only friends.
Just friends.
It echoes in Sunaâs mind like a mantra, a reminder that claws at the back of his mind.
The walk back is as silent as ever, with Suna beside you. You donât notice, but he purposely makes his steps smaller, so heâs walking at the same pace as you, like how he always does, no matter where you are.
Suna likes staying close to you, and itâs clear that he likes it when he drops you off at your house, lingering a bit too long at the front gate with you. His hands are stuck inside his pockets, and his bag is slung over one of his shoulders as he stands before you, a high school boy whoâs just in love.
âI had a very fun time today. Maybe itâs good that Atsumu and Osamu didnât come,â You make a light joke, chuckling, a sound that Suna dearly adores.
Suna lets his lips quirk up slightly at the side, âYouâre right. They would have ruined our peace.â
Then, thereâs a moment of silence. Suna has heard that his eyes are intimidating whenever he stares too hard at someone or something, but to you, his gaze falls over you with a gentleness like never before.
So, you bid farewell, and prepare to enter your house, to Sunaâs despair.
However, things change when you suddenly turn around, grasping onto the straps of your bag, and look up to him with the most ethereal smile heâs ever seen.
âOh, and⊠thanks for today, Rintarou.â
Sunaâs world entirely stops spinning for a while. He sees flowers all over the place, and theyâre at full-bloom. Butterflies are fluttering inside his stomach, slinking into his heart before swallowing it up; it forces an emergency stop to his pulsing blood, making him want to keel over.
Yet, whenever he opens his mouth to speak, he feels his heart beating at his throat, and at that moment, Suna Rintarou truly feels like heâs become the successful main character of a love story.
âYou called me Rintarou.â
âUhh, yeah?â
He sucks in a deep breath, and god, he feels so, so happy.
Heâs nearly going to do a thousand jumping jacks, hundreds of his most hated burpees, but he doesnât, and offers you his last words, âCall the emergency services, Iâm about to die.â
And Suna Rintarou really pretends to faint, dropping limp onto the ground, limbs all sprawled out like a starfish, not a single worry about how heâs going to stain his white uniform, and has to stay up late washing it.
While you yell out his name in a panic and fret, a small rising smile blooms on his lips.
If he dies tomorrow, then so be it.
The world can crash and burn, but Suna Rintarou is already glad he gets to live for another day to hear your voice.
â.đ Ì. AKAASHI KEIJI, he realises he can't live a single moment without you, you are all that he needs.
Akaashi Keiji is calm, analytical, humble, and most likely, the most flawless human to exist on this earth. He opens the door for people to enter first. He notices the small errors and wonât hesitate to fix them. He treats everyone as an equal, letting them have their own spotlight to shine.
However, Akaashi is never good at withstanding stress. When a big match comes up, he paces around the waiting room endlessly, breathing heavily. When questioned about it, he says heâs doing breathing exercises.
âYou sureâŠ? Your face looks very constipated.â
Perhaps he should be like Hinata, and take a big dump before competing, but itâs way too late for him to stop by the toilet.
âIâm fineâŠâ Akaashi barely holds back the tremble in his voice, clasping his hands together to prevent anyone from seeing that theyâre uncontrollably shaking.
Even with Bokuto being in high spirits, and everyone else motivated to crush the rival team, Akaashi still feels a certain sensation of anxiety, crawling up his back and whispering negative thoughts into his head.
Hence, when the team finally prepares to head out to the giant court, Akaashi gets blinded by the lights, the number of people on the bleachers cheering for them, and the empty spot in the middle, where he will soon stand.
Akaashi gulps nervously, standing behind the tall and confident Bokuto to hide himself from the attention.
What if he fails today? What if he canât make a good set, and ends up leading his team to a loss? Endless thoughts run in Akaashiâs head, bumping into each other, causing a great landslide.
Itâs unfortunate you canât make it to the game today, due to having made plans with your friends beforehand.
Akaashi doesnât mind you hanging out with friends, and he certainly doesnât want to bother you, but the lack of your presence completely alters his mood. Whenever heâs down in the dumps, you are always there to lift him up, like a warm glow of light that embraces his fading self.
He⊠really wishes you had come to cheer for him.
âHey, Akaashi!â
He doesnât know why his mood is getting to him. Is he becoming a second Bokuto?
âAkaashi!â
He really canât help it. Heâs not at the top of his game today, so should he just runâÂ
âKeiji!â
Akaashi turns around almost immediately, and his eyes widen, with sudden stars that glimmer hope within them. At that moment, thereâs no one else in his world, only you, and that enchanting smile of yours that effortlessly steals away his heart.
âI⊠I am so sorry for being late, my friends are waiting for me, but I still have to say thisâŠâ Your lips are parted, harsh breaths being panted, a sign that you have actually run, just to be with him.
Then, before he knows it, you are taking his hands in yours, just like how youâve taken his whole life in one breath. You intertwine your fingers with his, holding them tight and close to your beingâ
Akaashi feels himself losing grip with reality, as he subconsciously drifts off into your existence, fusing into one with his palpitating feelings.
The final punch in the gut occurs to Akaashi when a grin dances on your lips, as you exclaim, with radiating optimism, âGood luck with your match, Keiji! Iâll be cheering for you and your team!â
Akaashi doesnât realise the entire team behind him is throwing teasing remarks at him, nor does he notice his own hands are quivering, not from uneasiness, but from longing. And Akaashi doesnât remember the last time he has longed for someone this much.
And so, he grasps onto that feeling, and reminds himself that itâs not a dream anymore.
Akaashi makes a promise to himself, with a beating heart, beating like itâs about to die. If he doesnât win this match, he doesnât deserve your heart.
âIs it just me, or did the vibe around Akaashi suddenly change?â One of his teammates comments, nudging the said boyâs shoulder with a knowing smirk.
With a subtle, genuine smile, Akaashi replies as if itâs the most natural thing in the whole world, âI am merely feeling motivated to win, I donât see anything wrong with that.â
Win. He will win this match, because you are cheering for him, and he needs nothing more than that.
Akaashi Keiji, clutching on his fists with nothing but perseverance, steps into the blazing fire for you; not as a superhero that comes in to save the day with his setter abilities, but as a desperate high school teenage boy, willing to dedicate his whole seventeen years of life to this one moment.
This one single moment that will make him feel that heâs finally, and sincerely, worthy of being yours.
Doing the âIf you make me laugh, youâll get this đ± tonightâ trend on Haikyuu men (also you laughing your ass out as soon as they opened their mouth)
WARNING! Suggestive and Sexual content! all are adults in this btw (yall are married here)
Genuinely so confused and concerned (bless his heart), Confused because why are you acting like you donât give him that pussy every night? Concerned because why are you laughing when he didnât even tell the joke yet?
âAre you okay my love?â
âBWAHAHAHAHHAHA you are so funny babyâŠokay ur getting this pussy tonight đâ
ââŠ..â
-USHIJIMA , Akaashi, IWAIZUMI, Aone, Asahi, Kageyama, DAICHI, ARAN, Ennoshita, Hirugami, SAKUSA, Osamu (this man eats u for breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner, dessert, midnight snack so he was shocked on why ur acting like that)
As soon as he heard the words that came out of your mouth, HE WAS RILED UP! Immediately started thinking long and hard (đ) about which one of his jokes can make you laugh (none) you ended up sitting infront of him in silence for 10 minutes because he was having a hard time choosing what joke to sayâŠ.
âwha-â
âAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHHA BABE! thatâs so funny đâ
âbut I didnât even tell the joke yet? đ can I atleast tell you the joke?â
âIf you want to fuck me, donât đâ
ââčïžâ
- BOKUTO (he was actually sad he didnât get to tell the joke), ATSUMU (immediately started taking off his clothes) KUROO (Gave you a chemistry joke, Nerd Kuroo ily) Nishinoya (he has a lot of jokes okay? give him a break) Tanaka, Goshiki, Lev, OIKAWA (he still dropped the joke which led to you withdrawing his pussy privileges) Hanamaki
Knows about the trend, He was the one that did the trend instead of you, Wasted no time too! . as soon as you opened your mouth and he laughed, You were goneâŠ..you both went straight to Poundtown afterwards. You never stood a chance (đ±)
âBabe if you make me laugh, youâre getting dicked down tonightâ
âwtf?â
âHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA youâre killing me đâ *Immediately puts you in his shoulder and takes you to your room*
â?!!!???â
- SUNA (MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN) Mattsukawa, HINATAAA, SUGA, TENDOU, Semi (I LOVE HIM SM) Terushima, Atsumu (his turn ;P) , OIKAWA (trying to get his pussy privileges back)
Unbothered king, will not entertain you. He knows that he is still getting that pussy with or without making you laugh so why bother? itâs either make you laugh, or make you cumâŠ(Why not both??!!!) and he chose the latterâŠ
