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Reacting To You Singing

About: The boys fall in love when they stumble upon you playing and singing.

HCs: F!Reader X Tetsuro Kuroo / Hajime Iwaizumi / Keiji Akaashi Disclaimers: none! just fluff fluff fluff A/N: I’ve been obsessed with Renee Dominique covers for basically all of quarantine right now. A literal voice of the heavens, so I based these around some of her covers, 10/10 would listen :) 

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Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You – [LISTEN ALONG] It’s a slow, rainy day at the cafe where you and your best Kenma friend work. So you pluck away at your ukulele to pass the time, dense to the fact that Kuroo had walked in.

–"once whats-his-face comes back from break, think the boss’ll let one of us dip? It’s pouring outside, no one’s gonna come.“ scanning the empty tables. you’re perched on the low rising sill, legs crouched to nestle comfortable; silently making bets one which raindrop’ll fall faster down the window pane. it’s only three hours into your shift but you haven’t served a single soul.

–kenma was standing behind the bar, his hands dipped below the counter, looking down intently. definitely probably playing on his switch. a shrug. "you can ask him, i don’t mind staying. my friends said they might stop by anyways.”

–you purse your lips thinking you could actually use the spare cash now that you think about it. Heavily sighing and wishing you brought something to entertain yourself like kenma did. but oh wait, that’s right!

– without rising from the window nook, you reach down to your bag to bring out a handy dandy ukulele. so clutch that you just picked it up from the repair shop just before the shift started.

–tuning it to your liking and racking your brain for the frets and chords of the latest cover learned. the first few strums are a little clumsy, mumbling the words to nail the rhythm. but after a few practice rounds, you’re launching into the full song.

–the cheeriness of the chords lighten up the mood instantly that you’re easily distracted from the muggy weather and time passing excruciatingly slow.

–so much so that you don’t even pick up on the little tingling bell that someone had entered the cafe after the first chorus: the third years, kuroo, yaku and kai. they arrived partially soaked, but came just in time for your impromptu performance.

–kenma was just about to come round with menu’s but got waved off. the boys most definitely didn’t want to interrupt you, it was so soothing! they just quietly settled into a table into the far corner where you wouldn’t notice.

–and kuroo is absolutely adoring every bit of you. yes, the singing and playing was perfect but what he was the most mesmerized by was how utterly happy you looked. entirely in your own little groove, and strumming away with ease and delight.

–"oh pretty baby now that i’ve found you, stay. and let me love you, baby. let me love youuuu. oh~“

–when the final note echoes through the room, you look back down to inspect your little ukulele in awe. that’s when a kuroo initiates a round of applause with the other boys following suite.

–you straight up shriek and register for the first time that kenma’s friends had come in. your face firing up to a sweltering red, and the most dumbfounded look is smacked onto your face.

–kuroo brings two fingers to his lips for a loud tooting whistle. his eyes glistening while they lock onto yours, convinced there wouldn’t be anything more beautiful he’ll hear in his entire life.

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"you better be right about their desserts or i’m going to kill you for dragging us out in this rain.” yaku hisses. he and the boys ducking their head under their sports jacket, weaving through puddles to reach the cafe.

“they do! and kenma will hook us up,” kuroo is the first to reach the storefront, holding the door open for the two like the kiss up very nice person he is, “kenma! I–”

kuroo stops right in his tracks, his eyes snapping onto you when he traces where the music is coming from. he knows the song immediately, it’s an old school tune from the 60’s but wowee, your rendition was something else. he’s captivated in how you’re made the sound your own, changing the pitch and just straight up vibing to your hearts content.

when he catches kenma moving, he stops the him in his tracks mouthing don’t you dare. proceeding to melodramatically tiptoe to the farthest corner where he could continue fantasizing over you.

i mean, you most definitely are getting some of the words wrong/straight up humming “something something” when you don’t know the part. but gah, he is absolutely swooning over how precious you are. the way you scrunch your nose when there’s a particularly high note.

he got a bit pouty when you finished, but stopped to bask in you staring appreciatively at your little ukulele. he rose from his seat to initiate slow claps that revved up in a flurry of applause. he’s a sneaky little shit, so he got a kick out of how shocked and embarrassed you were. but it also only made him want to let you know how that was the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard in his life and that whatever you were to sing would be his new favorite song.

“encoreee. encoreee.” kuroo is back to teasing mercilessly.

you take the nearest rag and fling it at the captains’s head, “this, is why you’re annoying.”

truthfully, you two only really ever knew of each other – you were longer childhood friends with kenma, and obviously kuroo made that out to be some sort of competition, but now… now kuroo’s mentally kicking himself because if he had gotten to know you sooner, he’d likely have borne witness to this little slice of heaven sooner.

“so, do you take requests?”

bonus: kuroo has a special fondness for rainy days now because you two will always be snuggling on the couch, with you’re head laying soundly on his lap while you sing and play for him.

“At Last” – [LISTEN ALONG] Iwaizumi is on a double date but it was love at first sight when he saw you performing at the restaurant.

– Iwaizumi would have never come. There’d be zero chance if Oikawa didn’t trick him into it; coy and beating around the bush to see if he could “help with something Tuesday after practice”.

–Iwa was fuming when he found out Tuesday was Valentines Day and help meant tagging along for a double date with Oikawa, his gf, and the gf’s single friend. He threatened not to go.

– “But Iwa-channn! I already told them that you were coming. And you don’t want that guy who stands a girl up on Valentines Day!”

– So there he was, at some overpriced restaurant tolerating a candle-lit dinner for four. The girl who he was set up with wasn’t even remotely interested in him. Having just gotten dumped, she was planning on having a Galentine’s Day instead. But Oikawa, the needy little boy that he was, instead had this terrible brilliant to invite the said friend to their date, and drag poor Iwaizumi along as collateral.

–But Iwaizumi couldn’t care less. It was evident from the start they weren’t compatible.

–At least this place serves alcohol, Iwaizumi thought. He was just about start his third round when a spotlight appears on a slightly elevated platform. The light flickering draw’s their attention to the farther corner.

– “oh that’s right, they said there’d be live music tonight.”

–That’s when you sheepishly walk up, acoustic guitar in hand, in a white flowy dress, crimson red lipstick, and with hair pushed back but small strands still falling to your frame.

–Chatter was at a lull, most of the tables were watching intently and it made you so nervous. Sitting on the wooden stool, you begin adjusting the microphone. A harsh feedback reverberates through the speakers and have the crowd flinches to cover their eardrums.

– Your face is red and hands are so shaky that you’re wondering if you can even get them to play. Then your eyes widen because you’re hit with the realization that the nerves were so bad you completely forgot all the chords.

– But then. For just a brief moment. You lock eyes with a dark haired gentleman sitting down. He’s mid sip, but when the glass falls back on the table, a small hint of a smile traces his lips. It was obvious how bad your stage fright was, but his small gesture calmed you down just enough find your voice.

–"H-Hi there, I’m Y/N. I hope you’re enjoying your special day. I’m here to play you a few songs if that’s alright.“ and you go straight into it.

–From the moment you pluck the first string, your demeanor changed entirely. You relaxed, taking the same nonchalant form you had whenever playing alone in your room.

–After the ten second intro, the first verse comes up and you shut your eyes. The drawn out first note, so delicate and captivating. The entire restaurant hushed.

– "At Last. My love has come along. My lonely days are over, and life is like a song.”

–And from the very first note that left your lips Iwaizumi felt his heart thumping maddeningly. His expression didn’t give anything away. He was known for that poker-faced stare, even in the heat of an intense game. But inside, his brain was going haywire with thoughts about you.

–He so desperately wished it was you he was on a date with right now. And just knew without a single doubt, he had to talk to you.

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The cold sting of whiskey coats his tongue before pushing back for another swallow. Even though it was criminally overpriced, Iwaizumi was determined Old Fashions were going to get him through the night. He already exhausted small-talk topics with the girl, and it’s not like she cared to ask him in return, so why should he care?

He glares over at Oikawa who’s trying to steer this sinking ship with a group conversation about some stray cat they saw… Or was it the new cat woman movie that they saw… He wasn’t listening.

That’s when you appeared.

And oh my word how you radiated. You were a nervous little thing, but had such a magnetic aura. Iwaizumi couldn’t look away and help but interrupt the conversation to ask about you.

“Oh that’s right, they said there’d be live music tonight.” Oikawa comments. A shrug while they all wait for you to start.

I swear his world stopped spinning when you began playing. You transported him to an entirely new one altogether. Thoughts were racing: Who is this girl? Where did she come from? And how is she not famous? She looks and sounds like an angel.

At some point before concluding your first song, the waiter had passed along the bill and the group was putting on their jackets. Oikawa had to snap the lovestruck boy out of his daze, and he was not happy about it.

“You guys go on ahead, I think I’m going to stick around.”

To which he did just that. Iwaizumi didn’t give a rat’s ass that he was the only single guy in a sea of canoodling, googly-eyed couples. As far as he was concerned it was only you and him in the room that night.

The entire set you had him in a trance like state that when you bid the crowd goodnight and sauntered off, he was a bit thrown.

Of course he needed to wait until you finished before introducing himself, but he didn’t even think through what he was going to say. Tbh was too busy ogling at you. Worrying if he’s just going to come across as creepy, or stalkerish, or oh lord– what if you already have a boyfriend and you’re going to him right now?

You’re now beside your bartending coworker, talking casually while he slid you a limoncello. “that guy asked what your favorite was and ordered you a drink.”

That’s when you turn in the appointed direction. Your eyes lock onto a stoic Iwaizumi, standing not too far with the same gentle smile. And your filled with the same sense of comfort from the first time around.

You take small steps in his direction, and he’s walking over too. You meet in the middle, and exchange a humbled “thanks for the drink.” your speaking voice is just as melodic and entrancing as when you were singing on stage. He knew right then and there that he was done for.

Bonus: the original version becomes your wedding dance song. to him it’s no where near as perfect as when you sing it, but he’ll settle for it happily because you are his ~At Last~

“Somewhere Only We Know” – [LISTEN ALONG] Akaashi can’t sleep the night before a big away game. he opens his hotel balcony for some fresh air only to hear the sweet sounds of his neighbor singing.

–akaashi didn’t think he’d meet the day he was tired of traveling for volleyball games. maybe it was because it was always his first time seeing all these new cities but only ever get to see the gymnasium of wherever the match was being held. and they all looked the same.

–or maybe it was because he was always lumped in a hotel room with bokuto. akaashi tosses to face the snoring ace, arms flailed about his head and hogging all the blanket again.

–it was a big game in the morning, one that would determine if they’d qualify for nationals. And it would be the last one chance playing alongside his best friend. he couldn’t afford another sleepless night.

–but here he was, tossing and turning on top of another lump foreign bed. he contemplated flicking through the tv again (bo was such a heavy sleeper it wouldn’t matter). but he knew it wouldn’t rest his growing nerves, so he strides over to the arched french doors and with a single hand pushes open. maybe some fresh air will do the trick.

–while he did brace for the winter winds, he didn’t anticipate to pick up on the faint strumming of an acoustic guitar. peering over the neighbor, while their balcony door was also open, he couldn’t see anyone. the source was still sitting inside.

–akaashi felt compelled to tune in, his elbows resting on the closest railing and resting a cheek on one palm.

–on the other side, you were mindlessly strumming. It was turning out to be a sleepless night for you too. being in the band club often meant cheering for sports teams during high stakes games. and since volleyball was the crème de la crème at fukarodani, you often found yourself in varying hotel rooms alongside them.

–you were instinctively playing one of your favorite songs. one you haven’t sung in a while. and since it was just lil ole you in the room so you thought you decide to sing yourself a little lullaby.

–this song never failed to putting your minds at ease, and the words glide of your tongue so soft and gentle. like small kisses from your lips to his ears.

–you’re staring blankly at the harlequin wallpaper, on a single lamp that dimly lights the room. akaashi is looking on in the direction of the sweet sounds, only able to make out a faint shadow. on the outstretched silhouette of the mystery songstress.

–you’re both stuck in this stale, worn down hotel on another unimpressionable night. but at the same time there’s this raw feeling being emulated – akaashi can’t quite put his finger on it, but it’s new. and refreshing. it felt like experiencing something special for the first in a long time.

–"and if you have a minute why don’t we go, talk about it somewhere only we know? this could be the end of everything. so why don’t we go somewhere only we know…“

–when you finished, akaashi hears the slight shuffling noises of you putting the instrument away. he meets the silence with an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach, a grimace on his face. no, this won’t do.

–his feet are moving beyond his mind’s comprehension, but they’re trailing to the hallways directly towards your room. all he really knew was that he wanted to go back to whenever your melodies took him. two knocks.

– "hi. i heard you sing–”

–"IM SO SORRY i one hundred percent woke you up didn’t i? i don’t know what i was thinking plus you have a huge game tomorrow…“

–"i actually was hoping to hear you sing more. if that’s alright? i’ve never heard anything like it.”

––––• you’ve just about tucked yourself under the covers when two shallow knocks come to the door, entirely taken by shock a visitor this late. you silently shuffle over to inspect the peep hole. Hm? isn’t he that cute setter? he looks kinda familiar and oh no– what if you woke him up… shit shit shit.

you’re in baggy pajamas with the unruliest bedhead, you contemplate not answering at all. but instead, you hesitantly creak the door open with the sorriest expression. bowing very abruptly, up and down while you spin off into a tangent. “IM SO SORRY i one hundred percent woke you up didn’t i? i don’t know what i was thinking plus you have a huge game tomorrow…”

even though he’s not upset in the slightest, akaashi lets you ramble. even if at this point you’re pretty much repeating sorry in different ways. he uses this time to eye you up and down. you were recognizable – thinking maybe you two shared a class, but he never really registered you before… the little worry lines creasing your forehead, your delicate collarbone, how you talk animatedly with hand expressions.

soon enough you mumble something about not wasting anymore of his time, bow once more, and proceed to close the door, that’s when his hand catches the frame to cease. “i actually was hoping to hear you sing more. if that’s alright? i’ve never heard anything like it.”

you’re completely taken aback and most definitely blushing. akaashi’s words were casual yet so damn smooth. he wasn’t going to pressure you into playing more, but was really really hoping you would.

and you did! you shyly open the door. surprised at yourself for letting a stranger in – but his expression was just so warm and wholesome. Plus you did have vague curiosity about him.

you settle on the bed with your guitar in hand, adjusting the strap around the shoulder. once you situate, you glance up at pretty setter who’s looking on intently with those deep, gunmetal blue eyes. “can you play that one song again?”

“i’d love to! it’s my favorite.” you smile, fingertips dances onto the familiar chords.

bonus: whenever you play he finds himself in that same happy place, always stopping what he’s doing to listen. and if he’s had a particularly difficult day he’ll nestle up close and ask you very humbly if you could sing something for him.

kageyama vs other setters

Some Bokuaka day doodles that I forgot to post here .-. In this AU, Bokuto is Akaashi’s pet, in which he can transform into his owl or human form.

Bonus: Proud Setter parents

Akaashi dying Bokuto’s hair

in this house we love and support bokuto

the true winner of this match is in the audience

★ spikers + setters ★

thanks tumblr for this post

“Just five more minutes.”

“Someone’s being a clingy kitten.”

The end of the fest. . . At some point during the match I just want them to hug each other :(

💍 [kuroken] i just think they’re neat in which no one knows the identity of the one who bears pro gamer kodzuken’s matching ring; no plot just kiss 💋

※ no republication without written permission.

guess….who reread n got caught up with haikyuu n fell back in headfirst uhhh

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a/n: Hellooo! This would be the last part of I don’t and I won’t. I hope your satisfied with the ending and also with the other two. Thank you so much for reading! You can drop your requests and suggestions too 😊💕💕

I don’t and I won’t (pt. 1)

I lied (pt. 2)

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The past weeks it has been torture for Bokuto, he wanted to hang out with the both of them but he couldn’t since they were ignoring each other. But he was also stuck in between, both of them were asking him if the other was doing okay. It was honestly tiring for him to see them be like this. 

He told them countless times to just talk with each other. Y/n was all in for it, but Akaashi is a coward and keeps on hesitating. 

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I Lied

a/n: Hellooo! Thank you for reading pt. 1. Here’s part 2 of it! Thank you anon for requesting, it assured me to post a pt. 2 💕. *there might also be a pt. 3*

Inspired by the song Lie Again - SVT

I don’t and I won’t (pt. 1)

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“I don’t love you anymore.” Akaashi told (y/n). “I don’t want to see you anymore.” Without waiting for a reply he turned his back on her and walked away.

His footsteps were heavy. Each step he takes it feels like there’s a heavy metal ball chain around his ankle that he has to drag along. The thought of her crying guilt him, but he had to do it. He hurt her, and he can’t undo it anymore. He just hoped that she would return when they didn’t meet each other. It would be easier for him and it would take the guilt away. 

I hope you’ll be happy. He silently wished. The lock on his door was heavier than ever and echoes around the living room. His apartment felt so empty and dark, her presence was gone. But everywhere he looked he saw her there, smiling at him. 

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I Don’t and I won’t

a/n: after a lot of contemplation, I took up the courage to post something. It’s my first time so idk how this really works. Angst? Maybe. (Third person POV)

Inspired by the song Don’t Wanna Cry - SVT

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“I don’t love you anymore.” Akaashi told (y/n). “I don’t want to see you anymore.” Without waiting for a reply he turned his back on her and walked away.

She was confused at the sudden parting, but she was sure that her heart broke into a million pieces. She watched as he moved farther and farther away from her. She wanted to run to him and hold him, ask him why and what she did wrong; but her body couldn’t move at all. Her confusion now turned into shock that paralyzed her on that spot.

Everything felt numb. She was trying to hold her tears back and refused to believe everything he said. They were so happy together. What happened?

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