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Bokuto being Bokuto

pretty setter squad v-day hcs

quick a/n: hey loves! so sorry this so late, motivation runs thin these days and school has been kicking my ass lately. however, i have a lot of stuff in the works that i can’t wait to share with you all!! in the meantime please, take some pretty setter squad valentines day headcanons i whipped up!! love you guys <3

-arson

Akaashi-

- god what a romantic

- i feel like this man would be so like classy about it

- definitely would make reservations for a fancy restaurant like 6 months in advance

- on the night of your v-day date he would dress so unbelievably dapper that you’d feel under-dressed (even though you are both dressed up)

- he would let you order whatever you wanted and how much you wanted too

- and no you cannot pay don’t even try to fight him on this

- god he would give you such gorgeous red roses

- HE WOULD GET A VIOLINIST TO PLAY FOR YOU GUYS AT THE TABLE

- slow dance in the park at night slow dance in the the park at night slow dance-

- he would tell you how much he loves you and kiss you under the moonlight

Atsumu-

- he would send you a bunch of those valentine memes LMFAOOO

- he would try and fail to make sugar cookies

- i feel like your valentines date would just be you guys running around town doing stupid stuff all day and having the time of your lives

- he would definitely hit up the convenience store with you and buy you guys a bunch of valentines themed snacks so you both could eat it in the park

- he also fake proposed with a ring pop

- he would carry you around on his back…. like all day… don’t ask me why

- def would put on crappy rom-coms when you guys get home

- osamu would def tell you guys to ‘get a room’ every chance he gets

- he would def have to hide his blush from feeling you wrapped in his arms

- he would use the worst pick up lines on you all day... unironically

Kags-

- honestly poor kid does not know what to do

- he probably looked up videos on what to do for his partner on valentines day

- i feel like he asked sugawara what to do for you

- he’d probably buy you a little teddy bear and some heart-shaped chocolates because that’s what everyone does

- i think he would ask you to practice with him as a date LMFAO 

- maybe it’s because you two met at one of his volleyball matches ;))

- alternatively, your date would be going out for lunch and a walk

- AND HE WOULD BE TRYING TO DISCREETLY HOLD HANDS BUT BE WAY TOO FLUSTERED TO OMG

- but it’s okay because you notice and take his hand and he would be a blushing mess

- he would def stare at you while you were talking because of how beautiful he thinks you are

- and when you point it out he would definitely blush and deny it

Kenma-

- i feel like you and him would be gaming all day

- if you couldn’t be with him in person you would just stream w/ him on the discord server you guys have 

- DISCORD DATE LMFAO

- however, if you are in person he would get all of your favorite junk food and it would just be a gaming night

- don’t expect to go to bed early not in that way pervs

- you guys would build a whole cottage and farm in minecraft and raise cows together

- you guys would also play bedwars and he would profusely demand a rematch if he loses

- he would definitely blame it on the controller

- (i have to say it so bear with me,) you guys would put your minecraft beds next to each other :)

Koganegawa-

- he would also send you those crappy v-day memes LMFAO

- he would be so excited to see you aww

- when he saw you walking towards him he would definitely run at you,  pick you up and swing you around

- he would make you guys do the love calculator and if you got a low score he would almost cry 

- he would also put in his full name, nickname, etc. to get the highest score possible

Semi-

- he would write you a song omg

- and it would be a damn good song

- he would probably take you to a concert (in timeskip, his concert)

- he would give you his favorite guitar pick 

- he would tell you to pick your fav three restaurants/fast food places and get you food from all three

- he would let you wear his leather jacket home and give it to you (i'm pretty sure he has a leather jacket, but if not let’s pretend he does)

-his cologne is all over it and he smells so nice

- he would listen to classic rock love songs and sing them to you while you guys dance in his living room

- he would get you a heart-shaped locket that had a picture of you and him in it

Oikawa-

- he would take so. many. pictures.

- matching outfits are 100% mandatory

- whenever his fangirls showed up he would just show you off to them until they backed off

- he would get you a custom build a bear that looks him, and when you squeezed it, his voice came through the voice box and said ‘i love you’

- he would probably get you a t-shirt that says ‘property of tooru oikawa’ LMFAOAO 

- kidding…. kind of…

- you guys would make heart-shaped brownies in his kitchen

- he would take you around town to all of his favorite places, so they can become your little spots as a couple, including a little restaurant not many people know about

- he is their best/most frequent customer and he considers it his quiet/happy place, but it’s both of yours now

- he would totally carry you bridal style to like half of the places you guys went to

- he would definitely say some shit like “you’re cute but not as cute as me” all day but in reality he is so fucking flustered and such blushing mess just looking at you 

- he genuinely thinks you are an angel from heaven

- HE WOULD USE CHEESY PICKUP LINES ALL DAY TOO

Sugawara-

- he is such a GOD at valentines day

- fucking perfect oh my god

- he would gives you breakfast in bed even if you don't live with each other 

- he would probably get your favorite breakfast delivered to your house

- he would have asked for heart-shaped fruits on your plate

- he would also leave your favorite one of his hoodies that he sprayed his cologne on so it smells like him

- he would take you on a picnic in his favorite spot in the park and have your favorite food int he basket

- he would have gotten you your favorite flowers

- doting on you. all. day.

- he would have gotten you a plushie in your favorite animal and so much v-day candy

- he would give you such a stunning and expensive necklace

- he would cook your favorite dinner for you too

- you guys would cuddle on his couch and watch your favorite rom-coms or just movies in general

- you guys would also bake heart-shaped treats and have little flour fights in the kitchen

- paul anka’s “put your head on my shoulder” will most definitely be playing in the background as you slow dance together

- HE WOULD GIVE YOU SO MANY FOREHEAD KISSES AS YOU CUDDLE OMSABHIS 

- god he is just perfect

Kurōo cheating on his s/o for his new manager but quickly falling out of love with her and she realizes so she quits as manager. But when he comes back to you he realizes you’re with someone else so he begs you to lie to him and say “I love you”.

Won’t You Lie to Me?

- the one in which Kuroo Tetsurou would do anything to hear the lies that stain your tongue

xFem! reader

Warning(s): cheating! angst, lots of tears, reader doesn't want Kuroo's touch in the last part, read with caution this was a painful write but I love angst soooo

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If you could go back in time, you wonder if you would take the detour to stop by your boyfriend’s volleyball practice again. It’s a bitter afterthought really, an afterthought to the scene before you. 

She yelped, manager tracksuit zipping up quickly in the process as one of her hands flies to her hair, attempting to smooth down the mess of it as if it would magically fall back into place.

But you're not staring at her. How could you? Why stare at her when the raven-haired boy standing behind her with a slackened jaw and crumpled t-shirt was just such an interesting sight to see?

"Someone's hard at work." your tone is sarcastic, but the slight crack in the tinge of your words is enough for Kuroo to take a step towards you, watching the light fade from your eyes as the cowering manager of their team stares like you're a bomb about to explode.

"Y/N-"

"Don't."

Your reaction is mild and tame, simply tilting your head to the side as you don't break eye contact with him. It was a silly high school love story to begin with, perhaps one of those where happy endings don't exist and things are too good to be true.

If you knew that, then why does it feel like every inch of you won't stop trembling?

"Go to hell, Tetsurou." But he knows. He sees it in your eyes, the finality in your tone that sealed things in place. He knows you mean it. He knows you never say things you don't mean, the same way he knows things will never ever be what they once were.

So why can't he will his legs to move towards you?

Instead, dark eyes watch you hang your head with a heavy sigh, as if you were suddenly exhausted before shoving something in the manager's hands, ignoring the yelp that left her swollen lips.

"It's for the headache he claimed he had." Your voice was monotone as you refused to lift your gaze. "He's your problem now."

"Y/N."

It almost broke you. Almost. The gentleness in his tone, the way in which a shaky hand lifted towards you, but you simply took a step back. Staring down at the manager you once called a friend, you giggle humorlessly before simply turning on your heel and walking away.

"She's so calm about it, Tetsu-kun." The manager sniffed at your absence, trying to put a hand on one of his broad shoulders. "She must have never loved you, I told you so."

But Kuroo knew better. He wasn't sure why he gave in. He wasn't sure why for a second he believed what Yue was saying before she came onto him, not denying her when she advanced. Something about your plans to break up with him? Something about how you had giggled to Yue about how you were planning on leaving him for someone better?

He can't recall why or what was said. All he knows is as he's watching you, he strangely feels quite empty inside. This must mean he doesn't have any outright feelings for you anymore, right?

If he isn't hurting when he watches you go, isn't this for the best?

He's lost in his thoughts when the gym doors come to a tight shut, your knees hitting the soft grass outside as your legs give out from underneath you, a silent wail wracking your whole body as your heart splits into pieces, taking the form of salty tears that slide down your cheeks.

--

Kuroo Tetsurou still isn't really feeling much of anything.

He didn't feel much when he told Yue he still didn't want to be with her despite the deceptive steps taken. Not when she slapped him across the face. Not when Kenma had eyed him with a look of pure disgust with a sharp warning not to speak to him for the next couple days.

The only twinge he felt was when you handed in your resignation as manager, the gym an eerie quiet before the first years hug you tightly, teary-eyed as they exclaim that they didn't want you to go but they understand. Yaku glared at him the whole time, but Kuroo kept setting up the net as the first years tackle you in their last couple of embraces, glancing your way as you stroke their hair lovingly and explain you'll still find the time to hang out.

Kuroo was waiting for you to be on your way, out the door to catch you and say one last thing-

"Y/N, you have to know I'm so-"

"Sorry." Your voice is a little breathless, like you just had the wind knocked out of you. "But let's not, okay Tets-" You catch yourself, inhaling a shaky breath before managing a small smile.

"Okay, Kuroo? I'm happy being strangers. I don't hate you, okay?"

Your shoulder taps his as you stride past, a finality in your footsteps.

"I just wish we never met."

Kuroo stands there, a single emotion stirring in his chest as his gaze stares straight ahead, his shoulder on fire from where you had gently grazed it.

Confusion. Confusion swirls in his chest as his eyes brim with unshed tears he can't exactly match an emotion to.

--

A couple weeks pass...maybe a month or two? But the raven-haired third year doesn't even notice it. He goes through the motions of school and club activities, his team eventually having to slowly begin speaking to him again as preliminaries near the corner.

Kenma taps his head against the doorway of his room, staring at him blankly.

"Hey cheater."

"Funny." But Kuroo isn't laughing, sitting up in bed to eye him with an even stare. Kenma doesn't like the look in his eyes, the usual sarcastic and confident glint in his irises and smile nowhere to be seen. "What's up."

Kenma shrugs, taking a comfortable seat on the floor before pulling out his handheld device, Kuroo blinking once in surprise before laying back down in bed, listening to the click of the buttons and the movements of the joystick.

The cat-eyed boy glances at him, looking back down at his device before taking something out of his pocket and placing it on the end of his bed.

"Y/N wanted me to return this to you."

Kuroo eyes the red scarf at the end of the bed, Kenma focusing on the next level of his game before he sits up again to examine the fluffy fabric, the characters for Nekoma High School on the corner of one end.

His chest seems to twist.

"Don't be a brat, Y/N, it's cold out here."

"What if you get sick, idiot?"

""Stop calling your best friend an idiot! You're the worst, you know."

"Don't kid yourself. Kenma's my best friend."

A lump forms in his throat.

"Fine, whatever." Kuroo had smirked down at you from his towering height, wrapping the scarf around your neck despite your wishes as you eyed him weirdly. He leans down to your height, his eyes twinkling with something you can't pinpoint.

"I don't wanna be just your best friend anyway."

You glare at him a little, tip of your nose colored from the cold before standing on your toes to lean up and kiss him, smiling as your bag hits the snow beneath you, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as the first snow falls around you.

"Promise me." Your sweet voice is hushed, eyes staring at him brimmed with straight adoration as you cup his cold cheeks, Kuroo's onyx eyes holding yours carefully.

"Let's go see next year's first snowfall together."

"Cheesy." Kuroo's grin is cocky as you swat his chest in slight embarrassment, but he grabs your hand anyways, stopping your attacks before leaning a little closer to your face, so close your breaths are mingling. His fingers are touching the scarf wrapped so carefully around your pretty neck, stroking your cheek with a gentleness you didn't know he possessed.

"We'll get a front row seat, kitten, don't worry your pretty little head about it."

"Tetsu?"

"Hm?"

You smiled, snow in your hair as you kissed him again.

Kuroo Tetsurou could now feel again.

"I love you."

And it was his heart absolutely breaking as regret fills the beginning of the onslaught of tears.

Kenma looks up, eyes widening a fraction as his childhood friend hunches over the now clenched red scarf, his body trembling as sob after sob pours out of him, the fabric smelling of you as he holds it close to his seemingly irreparable heart.

No, it wasn't that he couldn't feel.

His body was numb and in shock with the loss of you.

--

Kuroo Tetsurou wasn't a complete idiot.

He knew the damage done was nearly permanent. There would be no fixing things, the "nearly" part of that statement lingering on the sense of false hope he had that you would at least begin talking to him.

Strangely enough, it wasn't that difficult. You began nodding to at least acknowledge his existence when dropping off a packaged treats at practice. You even began saying hello when he was with Kenma, Kuroo only being able to manage an awkward greeting back before watching you walk off with a longing in his eyes.

"Doesn't Y/N-senpai seem so much brighter these days?" Inuoka slurps his yogurt pouch, brightening up as he mentions your name. He finishes tying his shoes, stretching out his arms overhead with a careless yawn.

"Maybe she's seeing someone new."

Kuroo misses a spike, chest heavy as the first year looks up at his captain, startled.

"Relax." Kenma scolds him, not missing a beat. "It's probably not true."

Yeah.

Kuroo jogs back to center court, watching Kenma's fingers set the ball up perfectly.

It's probably not true.

He misses the spike again.

--

"After we win this, I'm going to ask Y/N for another chance."

Kenma doesn't look surprised, eyeing Kuroo seriously before releasing a heavy sigh.

"Kuroo, you should really know that-"

"Oi. Get a move on, you two, this is the last preliminary match before the qualifying match to Nationals." Yaku cuts off the team's setter, Kenma groaning a little as Kuroo jogs ahead of him onto the court, Fukurodani waiting for them on the other side.

Kenma waves to you in the stands, and you smile, waving both hands in the air at the entire team as Kuroo's heart skips a beat.

That smile was still his, it has to be.

Bokuto greets his friend with a wide grin, slapping Kuroo on the back with a little less energy than usual as the two teams begin their warm ups, the two captains meeting once in awhile since the training camp.

"Hey hey Kuroo!" The owlish boy crosses his arms, smirking a little as the crate of balls gets rolled out onto the court. "You look great, better than I was expecting!"

"So you heard?" Kuroo sighs, a hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck. "about me and Y/N breaking up?"

"Hm? Oh, that too. I just thought it would've been a little weird seeing as she's dating Akaashi now and all."

What?

His hand freezes midair, voice caught in his throat by the huge lump that forms. Slowly, even though his body was screaming at him not to, he looks back up at the stands.

Akaashi had draped his jacket around your shoulders, slight smile on his lips as he seems to be immersed in conversation with you, Bokuto allowing him to run up real quick to see you before the match began. The setter's blue eyes were brimmed with so much adoration, the beginning sparks of new love evident between the two of you as you shyly nodded along to what he was saying.

Akaashi looks down at the court once before looking back at you, bringing your hand up to kiss once affectionately with a content smile on his face before placing a quick one on your cheek, jogging back down the stairs afterwards.

You don't know what to expect when you look back down at the court, warmth in your cheeks and chest with a foreign form of love you're not accustomed to yet. You want to meet Akaashi's eyes, cheer on Kenma and the Nekoma team, wave a greeting to Bokuto-

but the look of Kuroo's absolutely broken stare was not within the scope of your expectations.

Among the feelings Kuroo Tetsurou was learning how to feel again,

Panic was not one of them.

Panic is all he knows as the whistle blows in his ears, the game calling for someone to serve the first ball.

--

"Y/N."

"Kuroo." You say his name so easily, as if you're not the same person you were that day in the volleyball practice that never existed.

The one where he took your heart and completely discarded it.

"Where are the others-?"

"Washing up after the game." Kuroo can't meet your eyes, his head swimming with the things he rehearsed for hours on end, yet unable to communicate them.

"Oh." You say softly, and Kuroo hates it. He hates how you grow awkward and uncomfortable, like he wasn't the one kissing down your neck as you giggled for him to quit teasing. Like he wasn't your first love.

Like he didn't mean anything to you anymore.

"Y/N." Panic. Panic is what paints his voice as he steps closer to you, reaching an arm out to tug you into his chest, pretending like he doesn't feel you grow rigid at his touch. "Please."

"Let go, Kuroo." Your voice lost it's soft edge, void of emotion-

just like he used to be. You love him right?

"Say it."

"What-?"

"Won't you lie to me? Say that you love me, please say it."

False hope. He recognizes the next feeling when you shakily put your arms around him as well, your tears beginning to soak through his shirt.

Please say it.

"T-Tetsu." Your trembling in his hold. "I..I love you."

Confusion is next. He feels it when you break out of his hold, pushing him back abruptly with an ocean of emotions across your face, the feeling of holding him simply wrong.

Kuroo doesn't even know he's crying, not until your placing a careful hand on his cheek to swipe at his tears messily before laughing a little at the situation.

"Tetsu, let's put us in the past." Your voice is quiet, the air freezing as your warmth creates a slight puff from the contrast. "It's over for us now, don't you see? There's too much hurt-"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Don't go to him. Please, I love-"

"I won't lie to you again." The tone in your voice is gentle, Kuroo's breath stuck in his throat again as his eyes well up with fresh tears. "I don't feel the same anymore, you broke my heart first...why do I have to take responsibility for yours?"

Kuroo says nothing, another familiar feeling inching towards his chest.

"But look-" You point up at the sky, snow falling down almost mockingly for the first time this season, a sad smile on your lips and wet tears down your cheeks. "It's the first snowfall."

You've never looked more beautiful, with snow in your hair and warmth in your lips.

"You kept your promise."

You turn around after that, continuing to cry as you walk off to go find Akaashi to apologize for the lie you let stain your tongue as Kuroo falls to his knees, his skin numb from the cold-

but his chest isn't numb.

No, he knows this feeling. He knows this feeling a bit too well, the snow seeming to shower at his expense in a rueful manner as he stares at the dark swirl of the sky above.

Heartbreak.

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saige’s terrortober presents…

break

a heartbreaking betrayal leads you to seek comfort from the very person that plunged you into this nightmare.

serial killer!keiji akaashi x fem!reader

contents/warnings: murder and extremely dubious consent, reader goes through a trauma and starts making questionable decisions, angst, oral (m!receiving), pussyjob, unprotected vaginal sex, slight bondage, praise, reader’s ankle gets a lil hurt but she’s okay, blood, slight yandere(?)

wc: 2.9k

18+ MINORS DNI

it was supposed to be the best weekend of the year.

you, your boyfriend, and all of your shared friends had been planning this getaway since last year. everyone ensured to get the time off, saved up to get the nicer rental, even splurged on a pontoon boat to be able to piddle around on the water. this lake trip was supposed to be one for the books.

you supposed it still technically would be.

you just didn’t think it would be something straight out of a horror novel.

slowly, you made your way through the hall, grateful for the homeowner’s decision to carpet the upstairs so that your footsteps could be muffled- even though much of said carpet was now stained red. you kept your eyes trained straight ahead, refusing to look into the bathroom on the left even though you could still see the limp body of one of your friends in your peripheral.

you had to save all your tears for later. if you broke down too soon, there’s a big chance you wouldn’t be getting back up. he’d make sure of that.

the wine cellar is how he must have snuck in. your group had read about in the list of amenities, but no one bothered to notice that it had a door that led outside. it was the only entrance to the house that wouldn’t have been locked. one small act of negligence and now your vacation home had been turned into a hunting ground.

you weren't sure how many of your friends were still alive. out of your original group of eight, you’d passed three bodies so far. it was out of pure luck that you managed to escape his onslaught of the second floor. you hid the second you heard your friend’s bloodcurdling scream after she’d left to go shower. dashing into one of the vacant bedrooms and yanking the window open, you’d perched yourself on the roof outside while listening to his heavy footsteps explore the room. you’d never felt so terrified in your entire life. the term ‘frozen in fear’ didn’t do it justice. it felt as if liquid nitrogen was circulating through your veins.

as soon as the coast felt clear, you quietly slid through the window and padded into the hall, bringing you to your current whereabouts.

a pained yell pierced the stillness that had blanketed the house, sounding off from somewhere near the kitchen downstairs. you paused near the top of the stairs, huddling up against the wall to stay out of view in case he happened to pass by. you couldn’t help but wonder which of your friends was the one getting butchered this time, morbid curiosity bringing a cloudiness to your frantic eyes.

you squeezed them shut. crying comes later, remember?

you couldn’t hear the shouting from below anymore, and you took a deep breath to gather your wits. you needed to find your boyfriend. you cared deeply for everyone here, but the love of your life needed to come first. this is the man you were discussing spending forever with, starting a family with, growing old together with.

even if you did make it out alive, you wouldn’t truly survive unless he did too.

there was only one clear escape route. he had already slashed everyone’s tires, so the cars weren’t an option. however, the pontoon boat was out of view, hidden within the boathouse out back. there’s a possibility he didn’t know it was there, meaning that a water getaway was your best chance at the moment.

which also meant that to get to the backyard, you needed to go downstairs. where the killer was.

every muscle in your body was trying to lock up, refusing to carry your legs down into imminent danger. your brain knew better, however. you needed to move.

wobbly legs took you down the first few steps, stopping for a second to try and tame the shakes wracking you. it was during that pause that you saw movement in one of the living room windows that gave you a view into the backyard.

it was your boyfriend.

he was creeping through the patio with his roommate, one of them monitoring the inside of the house while the other kept his eyes on the boathouse. they must share the idea that you have about an escape. you couldn’t help the smile that came onto your face. your lover was always on the same page as you. even when facing disaster, you proved you were perfect for each other.

you were prompted to move forward again now that you saw fellow survivors, this time moving swiftly. not seeing him in the surrounding area at the bottom of the staircase, you dashed to the backdoor, opening it as fast as you could without making too much noise.

“babe!” you called softly, stepping onto the patio.

your boyfriend turned to look at you, an expression in your eyes that you couldn’t quite grasp. he frantically beckoned you forward, his roommate having an impatient look on his face. you didn’t take it personally. everyone was petrified right now.

you ran towards them, joining them in the middle of the yard. the boathouse was just down the gentle slope of the yard. you could easily reach it in under a minute, especially with how fast everyone seemed to be moving. safety wasn’t too far away.

that glimmer of hope crashed along with the bloodied body that was sent careening into your group. the three of you scattered, your eyes tearing up at the wounded, torn version of your former classmate laying crumpled on the ground before you.

another thump sounded off to the right of you, and you turned to see him now standing directly behind your boyfriend. he had jumped down from the second-story balcony, when he’d gotten there, you had no clue. what you did have a clue about was that your lover was in serious trouble, because your attacker was raising his ax.

“oh, fuck!” your boyfriend’s roommate screamed. “behind you!”

he turned around just in time to see his assailant swinging his ax down, blade aimed straight for your boyfriend’s neck.

your brain hadn’t even registered your movements, deep ingrained need to protect your loved one leading you to grip one of the folding lawn chairs in your hand. you ran towards him, not even caring for the fact he could overpower you easily, and flung the chair against him with all of your might. you watched his steely blue eyes widen in surprise, clearly not used to having someone fight back, his balance breaking as he stumbling backwards, ax now lodging into the ground near your boyfriend’s feet.

a victorious grin broke out on your face. you did it! you saved your man!

the three of you took off towards the boathouse, wind whipping your hair as you ran faster than you ever had in your life. your group had a headstart of a few seconds, the killer having to unstick his ax from the grass. he was able to gain on you shortly after, though, and you figured this man had to have some sort of athletic background. no average man could pull off the feats you’d seen him do with ease.

you could see the pontoon boat, the two men a few steps ahead of you already within reach of it.

almost th-

crack!

your foot must’ve landed on a dry-rotted piece of wood, a panel of the boathouse dock breaking and sending your foot below the floor, stuck.

hearing the sound of something breaking, your boyfriend turned to see your predicament. you saw him pause, turning towards you slightly.

“help me!” you cried, eyes locked on his.

he began to take a step towards you, about to come rescue you like you had him not too long ago, until his roommate’s voice yelled out to him.

“dude, we have to fucking go now! there’s no time, leave her.”

when the words reached you, your heart dropped.

and then, when you saw the guilt come onto your boyfriend’s face as he turned and clambered onto the boat with his friend, your heart broke.

the sound of an engine whirring sent your ears ringing, watching the two of them speed away from the hell they’d willingly left you in.

your chest tightened, breathing becoming jagged as the reality of your situation tightened around you like a python squeezing its prey to death.

he left you.

the man you were supposed to marry, to have children with, to sit on front porch rocking chairs with years from now, left you to get picked off so that he could escape. after you’d risked your own life to rush at a murderer to save his.

the burning started at the corners of your eyes, spreading through your lashline before it became so unbearable that you shut your eyes, face scrunching as the drops began their descent down your cheeks.

you saw so much death, so much bloodshed, yet held it all in for the sake of being reunited with your love amidst the chaos.

for the first time that dreadful night, you allowed yourself to cry.

the sobs that wracked your body left your whole frame weak, body slumping towards the dock as you fell onto your knees, not even bothering with your foot still trapped under the wood. it wouldn’t make a difference, anyway. your biggest motivation to survive just cut you deeper than he ever could. there was no fight left in you.

god, you just hoped he’d make it quick. yet, after you threw a fucking chair at him earlier, you figured that wouldn’t be the case. damn, why did the events have to unfold like this?

you wondered what you did to deserve this?

apparently, someone else seemed to be having a similar thought.

“what a selfish bastard,” the voice, cold and cutting said from behind you. if you weren’t so numb, you probably would have flinched when you felt his hand come onto the top of your head. “you poor thing, you didn’t deserve that.”

his tone took on a sort of sympathetic note, confusion forming in your jumbled mind. was he trying to mock you? add insult to injury before he hacks into you over and over again?

the feeling of this thumb gently stroking the top of your forehead brought you to, blinking your tears away as he kneeled down beside you. his other hand then dropped his ax, fingers coming to grip your chin so gently that you almost were sent into denial that these were the same appendages shredding your friends earlier.

you hated how the word “beautiful” came to mind when you saw his stormy eyes, blood streaked all over an admittedly handsome face. the softness that had come across his features had you even more puzzled. he was trying to mock you, right?

“you’re such a sweet thing,” he said, crimson coated hands continuing to delicately hold your head, as if he knew you were fragile right now. you could feel the warm stickiness from his fingers getting onto your face.

“not many people have the courage to face me,” he said with a small chuckle as if he was taking a quick stroll down memory lane, reminiscing on all the people he’d hunted before. “but you did, because you were trying to help someone. i’ve seen so many people show their true colors while facing death, and none of them have been as good-natured as yours. you should be proud of yourself.”

your stomach started to sink.

his rambling sounded genuine. he wasn’t mocking you, he actually felt bad for you. the fucking murderer felt sorry for you, that’s how screwed over you just got.

and worst of all, his words were actually comforting you.

his palms moved to cup your tear-stained cheeks, you leaning one of them into his touch absentmindedly. so warm.

“he-” you hiccupped on another sob. “he left me. for dead.”

a frown came onto his face as he began to shush your cries, thumbs wiping your tears away, painting your cheeks scarlet. “not for dead, sweetheart. you’re good. i don’t kill good girls.”

you blinked, swallowing slowly as you replayed his words over and over again. “you…you don’t?”

“mhm,” he hummed. “like i said, true colors, angel. a lot of the people i’ve taken out were just as shitty as me. i just can’t be bothered to hide it anymore.”

maybe it was the care he was treating you with, or the nice words, or the fact that he was honestly gorgeous, but whatever it was made his words start to make sense in your scattered mind.

his attention turned to your stuck foot, moving to lift it out from under the wood. he examined your ankle closely. “it might be sprained, but i don’t think it’s broken. try not to put any pressure on it, yeah?”

he scooped you up with ease, holding you in his arms as if you were something precious to him. the two of you looked at the purple and pink hues of the sunset, spotting the departed pontoon boat that was now a mere speck on the horizon of the water.

“some people are so cruel,” he said with distaste, as if the onslaught he’d unleashed upon your friends earlier had been anything other than cruel itself. you should have made a note of the irony, but instead you leaned your head against his chest.

you found yourself gently laid down on one of the deck chairs near the boathouse, the man remaining standing as he came to your side, your face level with his waist.

“you were so good earlier,” he said, tipping your head back with his fingers to look up at him. “be good for me one more time and i’ll reward you, yeah?”

he began to undo his belt, and you should have screamed. cried. felt disgusted at his implications. but instead, you nodded your head, staring up at him like he had designed the constellations himself. he had been so kind to you, so comforting, during your lowest point. how could you deny him?

he took the leather belt he just removed and wrapped it around your wrists, keeping them tied in front of you. he chuckled. “just a precaution, sweetheart. you did hit me with a chair earlier.”

you watched on in awe as he pushed his pants and briefs down enough to free his cock, which was as pretty as the rest of him with a flushed pink tip.

“open up, sweetheart.”

you did as you were told, accepting his hard length into your mouth and sucking. he kept a grip on your chin, moving your head up and down his dick the way he wanted. you kept running your tongue along the underside as you were bobbed, drinking in the pleased sighs you heard above you.

“so good,” he breathed out. “so good, such a good girl.”

he started to move you faster, cock slipping in and out of your mouth rapidly as his high neared. he suddenly stilled, removing himself from between your lips.

“did great, sweetheart,” the praise sent tingles down your spine. “but i only like to cum in a pussy, so it’s time for your reward.”

removing his pants the rest of the way, he pulled your own little shorts off.

“sir-”

“keiji,” he corrected. “you can call me keiji.”

“o-okay,” you said. “keiji, are you gonna…you know…”

“what is it, sweetheart? don’t be shy, you can ask.”

“are you gonna prep me?”

he gave you a small smile. “of course i can get your pussy a little wet first, angel.”

he peeled your panties off, bringing his hard cock between your folds and starting to rub between them. the sensation was new to you, little moans leaving your lips. he held your hips in place, bloody fingerprints marring your skin as he continued to slide between your labia.

his cockhead started to hit your clit, increasing the volume of your sounds as the pleasure started to build in your gut.

feeling all the slick gathering on his dick, akaashi figured you were ready for him. ceasing his movements, he positioned himself at your entrance. “alright, pretty girl. deep breath.”

he felt so good filling you up, giving your walls a delectable stretch as he bottomed out in your soaked cunt. you watched him take a deep breath.

“never felt a pussy this good. you truly are special, aren’t you?”

he set a pace that was deep and steady, cradling your head against his chest as he speared you repeatedly. pants and mewls left you, his cock feeling so amazing, the nirvava it provided being the perfect distraction from your heartbreak. the calm after the horrific storm you experienced earlier, brain too weary to care that the very person providing the satisfaction was the hailstorm himself.

it didn’t matter.

nothing you thought you knew mattered anymore.

all that mattered was how good keiji made you feel, a particularly hard thrust leaving you shaking and cumming around him.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until he was cooing at you, rubbing his hand against your back almost lovingly. you weren’t sure if it was your tears or your orgasm that pushed him over his own edge.

“you’ll be okay, sweetheart. i’ll make sure of it.”

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HQ BOYS AS YOUR S/O—DATES THEY'D GO ON WITH YOU

synopsis. going on dates with the hq! boys

ft. kageyama tobio, akaashi keiji, miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurou

others. character! is aged up, hq timeskip! era

notes. am back baby 😎 i haven't been active in writing because I am OBSESSED w/ love & deepspace. it has me on a chokehold i fear 😔 i just need the snowfall embrace zayne card and life will be all GOOD but I'm broke and there's only like,, a day left so */cries

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO would like to go on an aquarium date with you. he'd hold your hand as he drags you around the aquarium. you two would have a game of picking out your guy's favorite aquatic animal in each section. but he would try to find the ugliest-looking fish and say, “Hey—it looks like you.” he'd laugh as you hit his arm, and you'd try to find another ugly fish to say the same thing to him. and when you two get to the dome you just sit and enjoy the sea-life that's swimming around you.

AKAASHI KEIJI wouldn't hesitate to go on library dates with you. you both love going on simple and intimate dates where basking in each other's presence is enough. so a library date is a no-brainer for the two of you. and it's not because he doesn't like talking to you, he just loves the feeling of having you near/beside him. you two could be doing your own thing, but he'll have his hand on you (your hand or your lap), or wrap his arms around you. he'd sometimes check on you and whisper, “Are you all right, love? You're so engrossed in the book you're reading. What is it about?”

MIYA ATSUMU would be down for a movie date with you. having a date at the cinema has practically become the two of you's go-to-date. especially at times if you two don't know where to go for your guy's date night, then you bet that he's already searching for the movies that are airing and booking a seat. he'd be the type to “accidentally” sip on your drink or eat from your popcorn. or if you're sharing a popcorn then he'd intentionally brush his hands with yours. he would also be the type to cling to you if he's feeling cold. if there's a part in the movie that's boring he'd start whispering to you like,  “This movie is so boring that I'm getting sleepy. Let's ditch this and go to the arcade instead.”

KUROO TETSUROU would bring you to those fancy dinners. don't get him wrong, he does prefer a simple dinner, but taking you out to fancy places just makes everything with you feel so intimate. it's not like he's flaunting his money to you, it's simply just him being so down bad and loving on spoiling you. he'd be the type to open the door out for you, pull out your chair for you before you sit down, hold your hands across the table, cut the meat up for you—and he'd just do everything you can do for yourself. he'd say something like, “I know you can do it on your own, but tonight please let me treat you like the Princess that you are.”

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Kenma: So you and Bokuto are finally together?

Akaashi: Me and Bokuto-san are only friends

Kenma: you're literally wearing his hoodie

Akaashi: It's a very friendly gesture

This comes from this

Which is my "story" (How do you call this? It's not like a headcanon book... it's just a bunch of scene)

Masterlist and rules

Them reacting to you wearing your father's sweater

Warnings: none

Since I wear my dad's things often I thought about what would happen if someone didn't know my sweater is actually not mine but my dad's.

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Kuroo

Man was confused

Like, really confused

There was absolutely no way that was your sweater and that was a fact.

He glared at you for most of the time

Well, not at you, more like at your outfit

You were wearing another man's sweater AND YOU ACTED LIKE IT WAS NORMAL

Kuroo, my man... take a sit and breath

He knew you wouldn't cheat on him, but he couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, one of your friends was making a move on you using the sweater as an excuse

His mind was a mess

You know that moment in SpongeBob where his brain is going on fire and there are little SpongeBob that are trying to save things?

Kuroo's mind in that moment

You almost laughed at him when you saw the face he was making

But he assured you he wasn't making any face. There was absolutely no way he was jealous. Nope. Not one bit

"Kuroo, stop glaring at me"

"I'm not glaring at you"

"Then stop glaring at my sweater"

He didn't respond

To be fair, you actually teased him a little

But in the end you told him

He didn't know how to react

He just said "oh" with an emotionless face and hugged you

Please tell him beforehand or this man's heart will crumble

Atsumu

He glared from afar

Since you were at one of his games he couldn't come and talk to you, but you knew something was wrong when his serve almost broke the receiver's arms

It wasn't going to broke them, but it looked like it

Now. Atsumu wasn't angry

But he thought that if you saw how good he was then maybe you wouldn't broke up with him

How he went to a break up from a sweater only his mind knows

They ended up winning, but he didn't really look pleased

So you went to greet him after he changed

AND MAN ASKED YOU IF YOU STILL LOVED HIM

Like, dude, get a hold of yourself

But apparently you knew what he was talking about

Osamu looked at you like you were some strange alien documentary on discovery Channel. Man was confused by both of you

"It's my dad's"

"What?"

"The sweater. It's my dad's"

Never seen someone lit up so quickly.

He almost killed you from how tight he hugged you

In the end you bought him food to make up for the misunderstanding

Akaashi

Pretty boy knew you liked baggy clothes

But he never saw you weat that sweater before

And he knew you didn't go shopping

Pretty boy remembers a lot and you are part of that lot

He is a calm and collected man so he approaches it immediately and without making a fuss

But he can't help but wonder if it's from another boy

He does feel upset, but he wants to know before judging the situation

Every person should be like this

He approaches you and as you hug him he smells a familiar scent

He isn't sure, but he knew he smelt it before

"Hi love, is the sweater new?"

The smile you have because of this man, I swear

"You noticed. But it's actually my dad's"

He just nods and never talks about it again

But you can se the relief as he relaxs his shoulders

Pretty boy was so worried, please tell him you love him

Haikyuu boys with a s/o who constantly needs to hear noise

Warnings: none

Characters: Sugawara, Akaashi

Part 1 - part 2

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Sugawara

He couldn't understand how you could study with music in you hears

But he didn't say anything since you were comfortable like that

Then he began to notice that you were constantly wearing headphones if you weren't with someone

He questioned you but you shrugged and told him you just liked music

Now. If it wasn't Sugawara you could have probably fooled the person you were talking to

But my man here can go in observant teacher mode in a second

And you can't escape an observant teacher

This man would stare at you for hours if it's necessary

Just to understand what's going on with you

So he notices that when you're not surrounded by noise and you don't have headphones you began to play with you fingers or anything you can keep in your hand

One day he tries to ask you about it again

And he doesn't let you get away

He's willing to listen to you, so you better talk and let him help you

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"Then why are you playing with your fingers?"

In the end you explain to him that you can't stay without noise or you thoughts and memories come to your mind

It's like they hunt you

He kisses your forehead and hugs you close

He begins to bring headphones with him everywhere in case you forget yours

And he talks to you as much as he can when you're alone or you're going to bed

He tries to let you gradually accustom to silence but if he sees that it's not working he will let you have all the noise you want

Akaashi

Pretty boy in very observant and sharp

So it wasn't difficult for him to notice your odd behavior

It was actually nothing compared to all the time he spent analysing Bokuto's moods and weaknesses

It didn't really take long before he noticed that even when you were with him you always searched something to hear

Sometimes his heartbeat when you layes your head on his chest was enough

Other times it wasn't

He wasn't a talker and he knew you usually didn't talk much either

So when you would began to ramble about something he knew you needed to keep your mind busy

He didn't directly asked you, but he tried to help anyway

He would talk more often when you were alone and in silence

He bought you a pair of headphones so that you could listen to music if you were alone

Please I want to marry this boy

He began to play music in his apartment just for you

And if he notices that you're uncomfortable even if you have noise around you he takes your hand and squeezes

So that you know you're not alone

he's so.

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This is My Child | Akaashi Keiji

Pairing: Akaashi X Reader (female) 

Genre: soft, domestic, professor akaashi tehe 

Author’s Note: I actually came up with two plots for this imagine but I couldn’t pick one I liked best so I wrote both! I also highly recommend either reading the parts in order or the order I wrote them tehe. Either way works! 

“Part 1″ - This is My Wife | Akaashi Keiji (written first) “Part 2″ - I Love You | Akaashi Keiji (written second)  “Part 3″ - This is My Child | Akaashi Keiji (written third) 

Warnings! Pregnant reader! 

I edited this image from the online manga ch 381: Bitter Enemies in the Same Boat 

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“you’re gonna get sick.”

akaashi sighed as he watched you under the safe cover of the gym roof. it’s much warmer here, at least warmer than it was out there.

“keiji!” you cried out. “it’s snowing!”

“i’m well aware,” he nods. “that’s why you should come here.”

"nonsense!” you exclaimed turning to him. “it’s the first snow of the season!”

“i’m well aware,” he repeats. “and if you stay out there any longer you’ll catch a cold.”

but you only ignore his comments. “so what?” you counter. “if i get a cold then it’ll be totally worth it.”

“no it won’t,” he sighs rubbing his temple, “i’ll have to take care of you if you are.” he adds.

“did you say something?”

and he only mumbles, “no,” before he watches you simply shrug and go back to the snow. the boy winced when he saw you slip and fall into the soft snow, realizing that you were only wearing a thin jacket. but despite this you simply sat up, laughing as snow continued to fall around you. he only shakes his head at your actions but he can’t hide the grin that grew on his lips.

“isn’t it pretty?” you smile.

yet akaashi could only think about how beautiful you looked in the snow.

stray snowflakes sat in your hair as you turned back to him. there’s a bright smile on your lips, one that made his heart race as you reached a hand out, offering once more. “come join me!”

and who would he be to refuse?

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