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[17:32] it was silent outside the gym where two fukurōdani students stood and, the atmosphere was calm but had a sad undertone to it.
the day was the day where the third years left which made other students upset as there 3rd year friends left them. the silence was broken the second you opened your mouth, “akaashi.. you should tell him before he leaves you know,” the Male in front stiffly nodded but you sighed.
“i know it seems hard but it’ll hurt more if you don’t say and you’ll regret it! akaashi I’ve known you since our last year of middle school so I don’t want to see you hurt! so... please akaashi go because i know you’ll regret it soon and there’s a 50/50 chance he’ll say yes,” you gently spoke trying to hide the tears that began to build from the small emotional speech and thankfully it seems like you got across to him because he ran to where bokuto was.
the second he left your view, you collapsed on to your knees, ‘damn it!’ was what you thought as chocked sobs left you because of your big heart, kindness and wish to see others happy that itself broke your own heart. the day when you met akaashi in middle school from the moment your began your first year at high school was when you grew feelings to the pretty setter but, he loved another and that other was also your friend who also shared the same love. kōtaro bokuto, you were truly happy that he got the happiness he deserved along with the love from the pretty setter and, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad because it wasn’t his fault neither was it akaashis as both deserve pure happiness and sure they’ll be able to find it together.
“gomen heart... it seems like I was too kind to others before breaking you...”
the next time you saw them, they were both happy and akaashi thanked you for helping him but it made you happy yet it hurt although you just smiled and waved goodbye before walking away with tears dropping on the road as you didn’t see the fast machine speeding but they did yet they couldn’t do anything as your body was thrown away. that day was the day you left with a unmended heart but left others with an aching one. bokuto and akaashi had named their adopted baby after you and let them know as they grew that you were the purest person along with a kind heart that was accompanied by a warm smile that made everyone feel calm and warm. to them, you were a blessing and they’d never forget you especially akaashi.
I CAN’T WAIT FOR NEXT EPISODE IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!
I CAN’T WAIT FOR NEXT EPISODE IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!
Bokuaka!!!
I used procreate for this pic, and I’m not really used to it…I hope you like it anyway!
Bokuaka!!!
I used procreate for this pic, and I’m not really used to it…I hope you like it anyway!
Small Haikyuu! Headcanon
We all know that Kenma has possibly spent an ungodly amount of time on Minecraft, but have you considered the following?
Akaashi being really into Minecraft. Allow me to explain.
There was a time where Bokuto was with Akaashi and asked him if he would play Minecraft with him 'cause Bokuto wanted a pal to play with.
Akaashi sighed and agreed to it. After hours of playing, Akaashi had the hang of it and fell in love with the game. So many people wanted the lad to make them houses and stuff.
Over the months of Akaashi playing this game, he ends up getting an online friend that he is super close to.
One day, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, and Kenma were all hanging out and talking about random things. The subject of videos came up and Kenma mentions that he had an online friend that he was really close with and made recently.
Akaashi's head kinda perks up and he also explains that he had a close online friend.
They both look at each other and ask for the usernames.
Yes, in my own little world, Kenma and Akaashi are very good friends who started out by playing Minecraft together.
I hope you enjoyed my TED Talk.
New Haikyuu illustrations from the Haikyuu x Right On collab!!!
THEY LOOK SO FREAKING AMAZING IN CASUAL CLOTHES I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF IT AHHHHHH
(I reblogged this with Kita and Konoha because I couldn't fit all 12)
Bokuto: Morning! You look beautiful today.
Akaashi: Good morning Bokut-
Bokuto: HAHA APRIL FOOLS!
Akaashi: Oh.
Bokuto: YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL EVERYDAY!Akaashi, softly: Oh.
p o v :: y o u ' r e a v i r g i n
haikyuu x reader [osamu,, kuroo,, kita,, akaashi,, nishinoya,, tanaka,, suna]
WARNINGS: mentions of virginity,, slightly suggestive -- masterlist
a/n: this is a repost from my old blog !! also im re reading this and its lowkey cringe what was i on
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Oya? Oh ya ya ya.
i haven’t watched haikyuu!! yet but ur art lured me and here i am.
too bad only haikyuu fans will understand this image
This was so immaculate and hot fire ! Some good Akaashi food for the soul <3
Snare
Keiji Akaashi x Reader (Haikyuu!!)
WC: 3k
TW: Exhibitionism, Degradation, Teasing, Begging, Bratty Reader, Daddy Kink, Spitting, Spanking, Asphyxiation, Mirror Fucking, Jealousy
A/N: This is my (extremely late) secret santa gift for @deathcab4daddy. Forever sorry that it took me this long to finish, but I wanted to make sure it was perfect; hope you enjoy it love! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡
Irritation is not an emotion Keiji feels often. Trying as you are, he prides himself on keeping a level head and soft tone, only ever offering the truth with a smile. It’s only right, considering how much experience he’s had dealing with explosive personalities.
Tonight, he can feel himself slipping.
It’s not that you’re being explicitly difficult; hell, you’ve been nothing short of an angel all day. From the breakfast you served him in bed to the time you spent lounging and simply enjoying each other’s presences, it seemed like Kuroo’s Christmas party was bound to be the icing on the cake to a perfect day. And when he watched you glide out in a short, velvety dress—all long, lustrous legs and bare shoulders—Keiji was positive nothing could ruin his mood.
“Yeah, ‘Kaashi was so plastered he face-planted in front of his date,” Bokuto’s deep baritone rings out amongst the throngs of guests, “and to make it worse, he puked all over her dress!”
“Kōtarō, please,” you let out a giggle dipped in one too many glasses of champagne, manicured fingers grazing his larger friend’s bicep and lingering just a second too long for Keiji’s liking. He knows that his friend’s story is all in good fun, that your gesture is innocent, that the casual word, ‘please,’ is nothing compared to the strings of prayers and curses alike that he has you sobbing beneath the sheets most nights.
So he remains silent, hands stuffed in his pockets, glaring with furrowed brows and a permanent scowl. Is it just him or did Bokuto actually flex when you touched his arm? Every time his eyes glance towards yours, Keiji can’t help but grit his teeth harder. Perhaps he’s just overreacting, turning nothing into something for the sake of his frail ego.
Maybe he’s the one being difficult.
But the night continues this way for far too long—Bokuto landing joke after joke, you chuckling along, and Keiji downing glass after glass of champagne and still feeling painfully sober.
When a careless quip about his stamina, or lack thereof, is thrown out, Keiji decides he’s had enough. He offers his clueless best friend a polite excuse, threads his fingers around your dainty wrist, and tugs you into a far hall of the looming house. It doesn’t matter that his body sways with every step or that the words muttered beneath his breath are slurred; his only concern is pulling you away, reclaiming your precious attention, and losing his cool in the privacy of a shadowy corner where no one will take notice.
“What the fuck was that?” Despite being well-past inebriated and teetering on plastered, Keiji thinks he’s doing a stellar job at keeping his voice even and reserved. A quick glance at your raised brows tells him otherwise.
“I think I should be asking you that question,” you run your fingers down the miniskirt of your dress, smoothing out wrinkles that don’t exist. He’d think it’s a tell—a trick to steady wavering, guilty hands—but your stare doesn’t shift from his own. “You haven’t said a word all night.”
Firm as you’re trying to be, your voice is still twinged in confusion, the words tumbling from your lips a soft whine of annoyance. It’s nothing Keiji’s not used to, but tonight it seems the alcohol is speaking.
“And? You’re too busy drooling over ‘Kōtarō’ to care.” With that blunt retort, he feels a bit more himself. A version seething with envy, but still, himself.
The impact is swift, a worried bite at your lip flitting into a slow, knowing smile. Keiji can read you like a book, but what the hell is there to be smiling about when he’s deathly serious?
“Keiji,” your lithe fingers trail at his crisp collar, causing him to sink further against the wall, “are you jealous?”
“No.” Yes.
He can feel his head clouding over, the weight of all the downed champagne bubbling up with every stroke of your hands across his chest. The privacy of the empty hallway now seems uncomfortable, far more cramped than the bodies crowded into Kuroo’s large living room.
“You’ve been around me too long,” you giggle, teasing, “I see you pouting, babe.” It’s clear you’re trying to rectify the situation by poking fun, but Keiji doesn’t budge, doesn’t want to budge; not that easily, anyways.
His lack of compliance only makes you laugh harder, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him even as he tries to shake you off. “We were talking about you the entire time, drama queen.”
He catches himself before he can crack a smile; at this point, he’s in too deep to simply kiss and make up. Though if you continue to carelessly splay your body against his, that plan may quickly slip out of reach. Every brush of your breasts against his bicep or warm hands roaming his body reminds him why he typically stays sober at these functions. A tipsy girlfriend makes for a loss of inhibitions—and a complete lack of self-awareness.
“Do you even realize what you’re doing?”
“Huh?” He watches as your face contorts, confusion etched onto your soft features once again. It’s adorable, almost allows him to forget you’ve been trying his last nerve all night. Almost.
“You– ugh.” Instead of arguing, Keiji twists your bodies, caging you in against the wall. His hands roam your bare thighs, kneading and pressing at the supple skin and reveling in the heat that seems to pull his fingertips closer. His lips ghost over your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, never quite making contact even as you shift to allow him access.
A smile spreads across his face when he hears you mewl softly, fed up with his groping. “I can see you pouting, babe,” he speaks between grazes, licking the shell of your ear, “but you did this to yourself.”
“Keiji, we’re in public,” trembling hands push at his chest, a half-hearted attempt at maintaining respectability. Well, it’s too late for that.
“Yeah? What about when you were all over Bokuto?” He skims a finger across the hem of your dress—smooth red velvet sending shivers down his spine—before tugging it up. The article’s so skimpy, he doesn’t even have to, but the way your eyes widen is worth it. “What about when you were all over me, just a minute ago? Were you not in public then?”
“That- that was all innocent,” you whisper hurriedly, voice jittery as your brows furrow. He runs his finger across your panties, an action that makes you keen and him snicker. He doesn’t let up, simply because he can’t contain his excitement any longer; the lace is absolutely drenched.
“That’s why you’re fucking soaked right now, huh.” Keiji’s words are surprising, even to himself; though blunt, he’s not typically so vulgar. But they work wonders on the both of you.
He feels your lower half twitch towards him, hands reaching out to steady yourself against his shoulders. All the while, your eyes are lidded, glazed over in– lust? inebriation? Whatever the reason, it does it for him. He feels his dick harden beneath his slacks, strains it against your thigh so you can feel how painfully frustrated he is with you, for you. “Anything to say for yourself?”
At that, you seem to regain your bearings, hands settling more firmly on his shoulders. When you look him in the eyes, Keiji can practically see the jest—the disobedience—dancing across your irises. Your lips quirk into a devilish smirk and out tumbles the word he had been waiting on,
“Nope.”
And there’s the brat he knows, coming out to play your favorite game of cat and mouse. You want to make him work for it, desire nothing more than to be treated like the whore you are until you’re crying and begging for him. He knows the game well, of course.
But this time, he’s got something different in mind.
The sheer disappointment on your face when Keiji untangles himself from you is enough to make him cackle. As he turns away, he offers little explanation in the form of a shrug and a devious smile.
“Heard Kuroo’s making a speech,” he throws over his shoulder, “we should probably head back.” He doesn’t even have to check to know you’re pouting.
As the night continues, he knows he’s got you precisely where he wants you. An ‘accidental’ graze of his arm on yours makes you shiver, the hand glued to your lower back has you keening into him, every charged gaze into your eyes and sharp flash of pearly canines results in a lip bite and clenched thighs. But still, he makes no move towards you.
Because this time, the mouse is going to come to the cat—hand delivered with a shiny red bow to boot.
“All in all, I’m just glad I could have my closest friends around for the holidays,” Kuroo raises a glass to the small crowd, “Merry Christmas!”
Keiji raises his glass with the rest of them, the same one he’s been carrying around for the past hour; sobriety is necessary for what’s to come. When you raise yours, he shifts his fingers to massage slow circles into the back of your thigh.
A gasp, shattered glass, and dozens of eyes trained on you.
It wasn’t his intended reaction, but it works at riling you up nonetheless. Soon, you’re apologizing for your clumsiness, glare unwavering from Keiji’s own amused smile even as you whisk him away to the bathroom ‘to clean up’.
“Keiji,” you stress, arms crossed against your chest, while he’s kneeling beneath you rubbing at the tiny stain.
“Hm?” He doesn’t look up, doesn’t dare ruin the little trick he’s mastered: feigned indifference.
“Keijiii.” This time it’s a whine, high-pitched and drawn out in the hopes that it’ll sway him. When he finally glances up towards you, he can practically taste the desperation threaded through your face. Your hands grab at his jaw, ghosting a thumb across his cheekbone as you finally, finally break, “Need you.”
But it’s not enough for him.
“Is that any way to ask?” He snickers, you let out a huff of frustration, and the game goes on.
“We’re in a tiny bathroom at your friend’s Christmas party. I’m not gonna sit here and beg–”
He turns his head, making a move to leave, “Oh, the stain’s gone. We should probably head ba–”
“No, no– wait!” Your palms grab at his face again, frenzied and forlorn, slightly sticky and sickly sweet, reminiscent of the bubbly champagne still surging through your bodies. “Just fuck me already.” It’s spoken hardly above a whisper, laced with urgency.
“Vulgar, but not quite,” Keiji teases, but he finds his hands already on you, drifting over the smooth skin of your calves, your thighs, and toying at the soft, velvet hem of your dress once again.
“Please.” That earns you a few kisses to your inner thighs, to which your legs party readily. Needy slut. He can hardly wait himself, wants to pounce on you and be done, but the wait is worth it.
“Please what?” He speaks between nips and licks at your thighs, traveling closer and closer to heaven, but never touching you where you both need it most.
“Please daddy, fuck me.”
And finally, Keiji complies.
The bathroom is cramped, filled with heat and fervor and two bodies haphazardly grabbing and groping anywhere they can get their hands on. He lifts you onto the sink, lips clashing to yours passionately; your fingers weave through his hair, shooting sparks down his spine.
Every touch is a plea for more, an insatiable craving to meld your bodies into one. He fumbles with your dress’s zipper before deciding it’s a hopeless endeavor, choosing instead to tug the bodice down and hem up to expose you.
When he pulls his lips from yours, a string of saliva still connects you. He gives you a once over and– fuck. You—with your lidded eyes glazed over, lips puffy, breasts strained against his chest—are enough to drive Keiji mad.
In seconds, his fingers are at your cunt and his lips at your neck. He shifts your panties to the side and slides two digits into you easily, reveling in the heat that envelops him.
“Oh, fuck,” you gasp sharply, a pretty little noise that he wants, needs, to hear again and again. With each thrust, it’s as though your cunt molds to his fingers, pulls him in and aches for more. His thumb at your clit makes you twitch and bite at his shoulder, and all the while, Keiji grinds his throbbing cock against your leg.
But it’s not about him, not yet. Right now, he wants nothing more than to see you fall apart, to cling to him and chant his name like a prayer—trembling and begging for more.
His free hand flits to your jaw, pressing your mouth open. And like the good little whore he knows you are, your tongue rolls right out. Keiji’s enraptured by the spit that hits it, offers you a rough grunt of ‘hold it,’ while he continues to pump and curl his fingers into you.
You’re nearing the edge; he can feel it in the way you clutch at his shirt, in your furrowed brows and quivering thighs. It only makes him move faster, resolute in making you see stars.
“Cum for me.” It’s a demand more than a request—one that he knows you’ll fulfill with devotion.
And you do. One press against that spot Keiji knows good and well, and your body stills, muscles straining and a choked mewl leaving you with a shudder. He works you through it, biting at your neck and soothing over the pain with his tongue.
“Turn over.” You may be worn out, body still quivering against his, but Keiji’s not quite done with you yet.
He unzips his pants in a flash, pulls his cock out in half that time. Rubbing against your slit, his entire body shudders with need. “So messy,” he can’t help but groan, hands secured to your waist. It only makes you hump back against him, wiggling any way you can to get him inside of you.
Back and forth, he runs his member across your slick, spreading it all over him—though he doubts he’ll need the extra lubrication. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
“Please Keiji,” a stinging slap to your ass, “Please daddy, I need you. Need you so fucking bad.” Your hands are flush against the counter, gripping the sides with enough force to turn your knuckles white. Keiji thinks he likes you best like this, wanton and breathless, splayed out for him like a common whore where anyone could see you. It suits you, he thinks.
He sinks into you hard and fast, basking in the warmth of your cunt— the way it pulsates and stretches around him. No matter how hard you try to keep quiet, your moans quickly escalate from soft, whiny whimpers to full-blown mewls. Keiji quickly reaches to shove a finger into your mouth, then two, pressing down hard on your tongue until you gag and sputter around them.
“That’s it, baby,” his free hand tangles through your locks, yanking so that your face meets the mirror. “Take a look at yourself.”
“Mmph.” Whatever you’re trying to get out is hazy, turned into mindless babble as you pant and squirm beneath him. Even as you try to keep your eyes trained on your reflection, every thrust makes your eyes roll back, a movement that prompts Keiji to tug harder on your hair.
“I said,” another harsh snap of his hips against your ass, “look.” Despite his attempt to gag you, a delirious, high-pitched moan is ripped from your throat. He removes his fingers from your mouth, only to smear spit-soaked fingers across your plump lips. Sloppy, just how he likes you.
Keiji begins to lose himself in you; it doesn’t matter that your voices are escalating, that your hands hit the wall with a resounding thunk every time he pounds into you, or that the two of you have been gone for far too long to blame on a stain. His only concern is the fluttering of your soft cunt around him and your inevitable releases.
“M’close,” you murmur, eyes screwed shut. He keeps his pace, fast and hard, and nuzzles his face into your neck, enveloping himself in the smell of warm vanilla, champagne, and sweat—a combination good enough to fucking eat. One of his hands moves to wrap around your throat, the other to rub circles on your bud.
“Fuck,” he grunts, “such a perfect whore for me.”
Your entire body tightens, muscles tensing as you murmur strings of gibberish. Keiji doesn’t let up, doesn’t dare stop moving his fingers, even as you buck and shake. With the way your cunt sucks him in, the warmth and pleasure of each hump into you, he finds himself close behind you—stilling all at once to paint your insides white.
And then you’re both left panting, unmoving from your spots on the counter, all tangled limbs and sweat-soaked skin. He takes a moment to regain his composure, whispering soft praise into your ears as you both come down from your highs.
When he’s finally settled, he slips out of you, grabbing toilet paper to wipe you both off while you fix your dress.
“That was–” You sigh contently, voice hoarse, and turn to look at him, still wearing that fucked out glow that makes his heart soar.
“Yeah.”
“Do you think anyone noticed?”
A knock at the door.
“Uhm, hello?” Kuroo stutters. Bokuto’s deafening laughter can be heard from behind him. “Yeah, uh, the party ended twenty minutes ago.”
Keiji smiles.
“They noticed.”
ꨄ︎ akaashi keiji x viri
"i'll do my best to become someone that's deserving of you, my love."
tropes: is the childhood friend who has always been in love with you, quiet glances and discussing books at 10am, proofreading each other’s work, knuckle kisses, reading books over his shoulders, massaging one another’s shoulders after long days, falling asleep to Disney piano music, coffee shop & study dates, buys you weighted blankets for when he’s away and you need cuddles, sharing gentle smiles and laughter while chasing after your 2-year-old daughter, taking family walks in the park, creating a cozy reading nook in your home where you both unwind, making late-night snacks together, comforting each other during stressful deadlines, surprising you with romantic gestures like handwritten love notes, him reading bedtime stories to your daughter while you listen nearby, slow dancing in the living room after putting your daughter to bed, supporting each other’s dreams and ambitions, enjoying quiet evenings with takeout and favorite shows, and realizing every day how lucky you are to have grown together into a loving family.
nicknames:
Mine: Darling, Love, Sweetheart His: 'Kaashi, Kei Himari (our daughter): Mari, Hima
some lore about our family:
We’re married and have a 2 year old daughter named Himari
She calls Bokuto “Uncle Bo-kun” and Bokuto calls her “Baby Owl”
Bokuto was there when she was born and he cried like she was his baby 🥺
His daughter is a daddy's girl
He bakes with his daughter as a hobby
[ ©𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐧𝐠. all rights reserved, july 2024. do not steal, repost, nor claim as your own! ]
♡ selfship fankid ask game ♡
👒: which physical traits does your child get from you? which do they get from your f/o?
🧠: which emotional traits does your child get from you? which do they get from your f/o?
💡: if your child is adopted, tell us a bit about how you came across them! how did you and your f/o know they were the one?
💬: what was your child's first word? was it a nickname for you or your f/o or something entirely different?
💕: which parent does your child tend to cling to? does it make the other parent jealous?
🪁: does your child enjoy learning about their parents' hobbies, or do they prefer to find their own?
🐾: do you and your f/o have any pets alongside your child? how do they get along?
🍼: what's your child's comfort item and where did it come from? is it a hand-me-down?
🤲: how did your child react when they met you and your f/o's friends? are they shy?
🌈: if applicable, who (from your f/o's source) would you make your child's godparents? who (out of your friends) would you make their godparents?
☀️: what's your child's favorite game to play with you and your f/o? tag? hide and seek, maybe?
🧁: what's your child's favorite thing in the world? what's their least favorite thing?
-. prosh*ppers dni! .-
My beautiful husband, Akaashi <3
Fall F/o Reblog Game!!
Reblog this w/ a pic of your f/o (and you/your s/i too if you want!!) and I'll give you a fall activity to do together!!
edit: so many of these are halloween themed lol- im sorry
Ex: Hellboy and I are gonna bake pumpkin roll cakes!! (two bc bro could deffo finish a whole cake himself 💀)
Akaashi dating hc's
Pairing:Akaashi x gn!reader
A/n: I've been thinking about Akaashi for quite a few days so i decided to write this☺️🖤
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Ohhh my fav boy from haikyuu!!!😫😫 He is so perfect
So dating Akaashi means basically that you two are like parents to Bokuto. Honestly i wouldn't be surprised if he call you mom/dad one time without realising it😂 it's not like a bad thing though it's nice for both of you.
I am totally convinced that Akaashi's favourite dates are library dates after school. You'll both do your homework (he'll help you out with everything you don't understand) and if you like to read books he will stand and read with you
Akaashi will listen to you talk all day if needed to. He loves to listen to your voice and will drop anything to listen to you. You don't have someone to talk to? Call him. You want to tell someone about your day? Ask him. You want to plamp about a new book/film you've seen? Tell him about it. He is just a great listener.
Akaashi loves to share headphones with you while you listen to music together. It's like calming for him. If you don't have the same taste of music well that's okay with him.
He won't directly hold your hand. Akaashi will simply start by holding pinkies with you untill he actually grab your hand. He is just gentle.
Talking about gentle. Akaashi is very gentle. He has rough hands, because of volleyball. Most of time they might be bandaged, but he will always be gentle while touching, hugging, holding hands etc.
He loves tee. Every time you are at his place to study or just to hang out, Akaashi will make tee for both of you. If you don't like tee he'll make you something else.
Ramen dates!!! The boy loves ramen and i am convinced. It's just so simple and so romantic at the same time. Akaashi think they are the perfect time for both of you to relax and talk about your days and stuff.
He would love to see you at his games. He won't be too distracted by you dw. Akaashi would just know that you are supporting him through the whole game even if you aren't able to watch him.
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Hello!🖐🏻 Can i request Akaashi with reader who wears glasses? Thanks a lot and feel free to ignore!
A/n: i am literally going tomorrow to get glasses😅😂
I added Oikawa and Kageyama too.
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Oikawa🩵
We all know he wears glasses too so he'll find it cute and he'll think it counts as you two matching.
Speaking of matching he WILL get you two matching glasses frames. Probably his school colours.
Oikawa will sometimes steal your glasses and hold them above his hamd to watch you struggle to get them. THAT untill Iwaizumi slaps him behind his neck and he gives you your glasses back.
He loves when you take his glasses while he is wearing them and clean them up for him amd put them back on him.
Kageyama💙
Kageyama wouldn't really mind the fact that you wear glasses, it won't bother him either.
He wouldn't tease you about the fact that you wear them like Oikawa and he'll actually think it's cute that you wear them.
If you wear glasses with his school colours the man will get frustrated. Don't blame him though.
Akaashi🖤
Can i just start by saying how much i love Akaashi? Like he is perfect ☺️
Okay now let's start with this
I am not really sure if Akaashi wears glasses while he is a second year or just in the time skip, but either way he wouldn't really mind the fact that you have glasses. Actually he'll think it's adorable
He won't make fun of you like Oikawa 🖐🏻 he is just not the typa guy to do that
He'll always go to your appointments with you if you are nervous or if you aren't just to keep your company
I need Akaashi in my life
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How do i look? Beautiful.
Pairing:Akaashi x reader
A/n: i went to choose my glasses>< and because i love Akaashi i thought immediately of him when i stepped in the shop sooo yh
Btw sorry I have written anything in a while I didn't have the motivation but here i am 😭
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There is a reason why you can never bring Akaashi while you go shopping. Everywhere you went, everything you tried on it was beautiful to him. Why? Because it was on you. He liked everything you wore simply because he thinks you're perfect.
You both decided to go the mall to eat something after his training (somehow you managed to do that without Bokuto). While you two were eating you spoke "Keiji can you go with me to the shop on the second floor i want to try a few things and i need your opinion?" "Of course darling"
As you two stepped into the shop you immediately started looking at all the clothes you want to try. Taking them with you as you stepped into the fitting room to try the first outfit. You stepped out of the room seeing Keiji leaning against the wall next to you. You quickly spun and asked him what he thinks of you. "You look as mesmerising as always darling" okay, okay he likes the outfit. You quickly changed into the second one that you didn't really like, but decided to try it anyway. Walking out of the fitting room you asked him again what he thinks. He again complimented you.
As you tried on different clothes and accessories with them every time you asked Akaashi what he thinks he always gave you a compliment on how you looked, even if you didn't like how it looked on you.
"You know you don't have to compliment me on every thing. I need your honest opinion so i could choose what to get." You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest. "It's not my fault everything looks good on you." he shrugged. "You are no help!" You blushed and quickly turned around to change...again.
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Your Insta as Akaashi's partner
A/n:i actually love this one
Enjoyyy @sanaexus
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Caption:Dates on a cafee
Comments:
Akāshii_: notice how peaceful it is?
↪Kenmaamer:Yes btw?
↪KotarO: THAT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T THERE!! THE BETRAYAL
↪the.one_and_only: Get a gf and we can go on double dates
Daichii_Sa: I also need that
↪Levaiba:YES
↪Yakk.Msuke:🤨
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Caption: He's explaining something to Lev and Ko
Comments:
Levaiba:I ACTUALLY GOT IT
↪Yakk.Msuke:I doubt that
↪KotarO:i didn't got it tho
↪the.one_and_only: THEN WHAT WERE YOU DOING THERE FOR LIKE 30 MINUTES??
Tetsuroo: Lev,leave Akaashi alone, we need him for the training
↪Levaiba:I WANNA PLAY TOO
↪Tetsuro_Ko:Then play??
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Caption: He's reading to me❤️
Comments:
KotarO:Akaashi!! Why don't you read to me?!?! 😭
↪Akāshi:Bokuto-san please don't start
↪KotarO:😭😭
↪Tetsuro_Ko:Look you made Bokuto cry
↪the.one_and_only:Yeah Keiji
↪Akāshii: Aren't you supposed to be on my side??
↪the.one_and_only:no(yes)
Shoyoolly:Were are you even??
↪Tsukkii:Where**
↪Shoyoolly:TSUKISHIMA!!
↪Akāshii: Isn't it obvious where we are?
↪Kags.volley:Not really
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Caption:We are discussing the summer camp guys!!
Comments:
Shoyoolly:WOHOOO
↪Kags.volley:TIME TO WIN!!
↪Tetsuro_Ko:Nuh uh
↪Daichii_Sa:Uh huh
↪the.one_and_only:Nah neither of you will win
↪Oiksii:PHAHAHA
↪the.one_and_only:the fuck you doing here??
↪KotarO:Pfff
Kenmas: I'm gonna see Shoyo?
↪the.one_and_only:yes.
↪Kenmas:If your bf wasn't Akaashi i would have told you i love you but i have too much respect for him
↪Akāshii:thank you.
↪Tetsuro_Ko:KENMA??
↪Shoyoolly: I'M GONNA MEET KENMA!!
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Caption:LOOK!!
Comments:
Akāshii:It was truly beautiful, not as much as you tho.
↪Daichii_Sa:awww
↪KotarO:Akaashi!! Am i beautiful??
↪Tetsuro_Ko: Here we go again
Koshii_Sugaa:You need to show me which one you've bought
↪the.one_and_only:I promise i will
↪Akāshii:I think you'll really like one in particular
↪the.one_and_only:Omg yess!! Keiji is right
↪Tetsuro_Ko:Still not used to someone calling him Keiji
↪the.one_and_only: Sounds like a you problem ngl
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Not done yet but this is how far I came so far :)