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domestic sakusa (are we suprised)
“WILL you check the oven for me?” you call over your shoulder, your hands occupied with washing dishes from your lunchtime snack, “I think I left something in there.”
Panic flashes behind Kiyoomi’s eyes, brows raised in alarm, “It’s not on is it? You need to be more careful when dealing with heat–”
You bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile, watching him stare into the oven with confusion.
“There’s bread in here?” He asks, reaching inside to hold the small roll in his palm, “The oven wasn’t on either.” He trails off, trekking across the kitchen to stand at your side.
Plates now washed, you dry your hands with a dishtowel, leaning against the sink with an excited smile.
Kiyoomi studies your expression, breaking off a puffy chunk of bread and stuffing it into his mouth before munching thoughtfully, “This is really good.”
“Kiyoomi–”
“Here,” He pushes a piece of bread to your lips, looking at you expectantly, “Try.”
“Oh my god,” you laugh, losing your cool, “You aren’t a little curious as to how that got there? The one, singular roll?”
“You put it there.” He confirms while still chewing, the small roll half-way devoured.
“But why would I put it there?”
He eyes you like you're crazy, “Because you wanted to keep it warm? I don’t know.”
“Okay, let’s start again–” he offers you the last piece of the dinner roll and you take it, chewing before continuing, “What’s in the oven?”
“Nothing, now.” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “We just ate it all.”
You sigh. How could he be so dense? “Alright, what was in the oven?”
“Some bread.” he supplies confidently.
“No!” you laugh, “What’s another word for bread?”
“Starch?”
“No, give me another one.”
“Carbs? Rolls? Buns?”
“Buns!” You emphasize, “And where was the bun?”
“In the oven.”
You thrust your hands up to solidify your point. The air goes still, and you can practically see the gears turning in that empty, athletic head of his. Realization hits him like a bullet train, knocking the breath from his lungs. His heart starts then stops then starts again, beating faster than it ever has. His face contorts in a series of expressions, first shock, then disbelief, then his lips pull up into a wobbly grin. He shakes his head rapidly, blinking equally as fast.
“Stop.” he says, voice cracking, “Don’t mess with me like this. This isn’t funny.”
“I’m not joking, Ki.” you whisper, finding his hands and placing them against your stomach, “We’re going to be parents.”
“How far along are you?” He immediately fires off, sounding pained, “Have you been feeling well? How many appointments have you gone to already? We need to start planning immediately–”
“Easy, Ki, I’ve been feeling just fine.” you laugh, reaching a comforting hand to his jaw and stroking lightly, “I’m just 12 weeks, so she’s the size of a lime right about now.”
“She?” Something like a choked sob escapes Kiyoomi as he falls to his knees, speaking to your stomach with tears in his eyes, “Hi, princess! Hi, pumpkin! You’re getting so big! I’m your dad! I’m sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner, I didn’t know you were in there!”
“She’s been doing really well.” You say, “No complications so far. She’s been going strong.”
“That’s amazing!” He babbles to your navel, “You’re so strong, just like your mother. You’re going to grow up and be whoever you want to be and you’re going to be the best at it!” He wipes a stray tear with the back of his hand, “I promise I’ll be the best dad to you. We’re going to be best friends!”
You laugh at that, and Kiyoomi looks up at you with wide eyes, as if suddenly realizing you were there.
“Thank you,” he whispers, “For giving me a chance.”
BONUS:
"You totally ate our baby, by the way." You laugh against Kiyoomi's side, leaning your head on the arm stretched behind you, "Just devoured the bun in three bites."
"You couldn't tell me like a normal person?" He jokes, "With an actual pregnancy test?"
"This way was cuter!" You whine, "I can't wait to post it."
"Post it?" He parrots, "You were recording me?"
"Just the first bit," you smile, "When you couldn't put the pieces together. Hilarious."
"You're evil," he jests, "Our baby better not absorb any of your evilness."
"Absorb my evilness! Really?"
"Yes," he confirms, "Through the placenta cord or whatever it's called."
You shake your head with a smile, sitting up to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, "Goodnight, I'm not doing this with you." You shuffle under the covers.
"Goodnight, I love you." He presses a kiss against your temple, reaching a hand around your torso to palm your stomach. In a smaller voice, he whispers. "I love you, too."
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Love in the Mundane
Sakusa x Gender Neutral Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Word Count: idk
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago so it’s meh but enjoy :)
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It is 4:12 and the evening sun warms the apartment and Sakusa’s heart.
It finally peeks through the turbulent clouds, breaking the gloomy day. Though it only appears for a short amount of time, he still marvels how it persists until the end of the day before dipping behind the horizon.
It reminds him of the warmth of your palm against his and how it’s enough to warm his entire body. He relishes at the way it floods over and causes his heart to swell. Sakusa appreciates that he never has to fear life’s obstacles because you will never let go.
He has come to the epiphany that love does not have to be expressed extravagantly to be love, just how he likes it. He realizes love doesn’t have to be shouted at the top of his lungs atop a cliff; it can be as simple as the way Sakusa remembers how you like your showers hot like the burning pits of hell, the clumsy slow dances in the living room, and failed attempts to make homemade cookies. It can be as simple as a lone flower left from a bouquet he bought from a local florist that sits at the dinner table and while it lasts, adds a little more color to your home.
Love tells him to repeat the same inside jokes that never fails to choke laughter out of you, the whiff of your body wash that has become his favorite scent, the bored look on your face that lifts when you meet his eyes.
Love can be as mundane in moments like these where he can’t help but stare, utterly smitten.
It’s a regular Sunday during Osaka’s unkind winter and you’re reading a book on the white leather couch he picked out, eyebrows furrowed in concentration with reading glasses perched on your nose. Love can be simple but never dull with you. He softly hums the song you so passionately sing your heart out to.
You feel his scrutiny burn into your skin and tear your eyes away from the book, eyebrows furrowing even deeper into your nose. “Why are you staring at me?”
His mind is swimming in responses. He could say, ‘because why not?’ but by the inquisitive look written on your face, he knows you demand an explanation.
“If you keep doing that, you’re going to get wrinkles,” he comments, concentrating as he places a finger at the middle of your forehead and drags it down the bridge before stopping at the tip of your nose.
You scoff, eyes squinting in a playful glare, creating more wrinkles after he had smoothed them out. “By the looks of it, you’re mocking me.”
You were both now delving deeper into competition and he wasn’t going to back down just yet. He was still going to put up a fight despite how weak his defenses are against you, porcelain versus stone.
“What makes you think that?” He raises a smug eyebrow. Oh, it’s on.
You cock your head to the side, an eyebrow also raised. “I don’t know. I just have a feeling you’re mimicking me.”
He copies you. “I have a feeling you’re mimicking me too.”
You both stare at each other for a while, too stubborn to lose to each other in the playful rivalry. He examines every slope, curve, and pore on your face and knows he has lost; melting under your gaze because he’s aware how feeble he is against the weapons you have over him. He is all too aware of how you were way too lazy to change out of pajamas this morning. Beautiful.
Subconsciousness tugs a smile at his lips and you immediately catch on.
“Why are you smiling?”
He smiles a little wider, remnants of the same proud, charmingly boyish look from high school that still tugs your heartstrings and makes your chest clench. “It’s because I’m looking at you,” he playfully teases, but stares with the adoration of a child catching a firefly at dusk.
You lean in even closer, a wide smirk on your face. “Oh, really?”
Sakusa is unsure of how much more he can take. His resolve shakes as every thought is pushed out of his head and impulse fills every valley, crevice, nook, and cranny of his mind.
He leans in just centimeters away and gazes how love is etched into your skin, how love makes the apartment feel like home, how love is the most inviting feeling that welcomes him and it comes in the manifestation and personification of you. The way it allows him to enjoy the sentimentality of the mundane and the fragility of featherlight skinship that tickles and lingers, the way it makes him feel he is right where he needs to be, right where he belongs, and grounds him to a steadier flow of time. He knows he is home when he is with you.
The same question that had been kept safely in the depths of his mind is unveiled and now at the tip of his tongue, waiting to pounce.
“Marry me?” he whispers at the crown of your head. There was no going back now.
A low laugh rumbles your chest. Your brain is swirling for an answer as he waits. It is not often that you get to see the dauntless side of him.
“I will,” you say with soft finality. It was only a promise, but it felt fulfilling.
It is moments like these that drives Sakusa to be impulsive, to tumble off a cliff that causes his mind to swirl mindlessly. Only around you does he find the heart to be bold, to be brave, to bite the bullet. He is reminded by the weight of the ring in his pocket and tells himself to be patient, summoning every ounce of self restraint, where he will officially ask when time is right. He hadn’t even thought of how he was going to ask, but as long as it’s out of love, it doesn’t matter.
He already imagines the ring snug around your finger, proudly wearing the symbol of love and devotion. His heart soars as high as the stars you believe represent the endless possibilities the universe has to offer. He only prays that the long awaited ‘yes’ is within the possible, the one in a lifetime opportunity of slipping the band on the finger next to your pinkie that will indicate you are happily taken, and brings you one step closer to lifelong partnership. With him.
“So you’re in love with me,” you teasingly punch his chest.
Sakusa rolls his eyes, causing a laugh to erupt from you. “I basically just proposed to you and you point it out now?” His voice is laced with impassive sarcasm, but the fond, tender look stays the same, unwavering.
“Which means you can’t get rid of me.”
He pulls you closer to the thrum of his heart. “Fine with me,” he mutters.
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you were glowing again.
you, you, beautiful you tucked under the sheets of his tiny twin bed in an even tinier university dorm. with barely enough room to fit both of you, the arm pinning you against him was simultaneously ensuring you didn't roll onto the carpet. the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, bathing his room in a comforting orange glow. and there you were, smiling at him like he'd placed every star in the sky.
"i don't understand how you could be so enchanting," he whispers, "but still know zero shit about chemistry."
"there's no correlation between those two things," you point out just as softly, a small smirk teasing at the corner of your mouth. "one can be enchanting and stupid at the same time." he shrugs but peeks down at you with one sleepy eye open.
"i guess so."
"maybe i'm enchantingly stupid," you joke and his chuckle rumbles against your body. "it's a possibility."
"no, no. i think you're stupidly enchanting," he corrects, pressing his lips to the top of your forehead. "don't fall asleep. you still need to finish that worksheet."
"fuck the worksheet," you mutter against the fabric of his shirt. you grip tighter to his body even when he makes no indication of pushing you off and it makes him smile again. "i like being here with you."
"i like being here with you, too."
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omi and his girly little gf <3
he thinks you’re so PRECIOUS. when he first saw you walking across campus with your nails done, shorter than most of your friends, dressed well and in pink he couldn’t stop thinking about you. atsumu had to snap him back into the conversation. kiyoomi thought that you looked like a pretty princess.
when you two become friends and talk more, he’s a little more obvious about it. when you get your nails done or ask him if he likes a skirt you got he always compliments how well it suits you, that pink is your colour!!
if you’re black, and you add pink into your braids/ dreads/ locs/ twists he thinks you look like an absolute FAIRY!!! you come back from the salon [ he wanted to come see you. he swears he did. but you didn’t let him for the ‘surprise’ of it): ] his mouth curls into a smile and his dimples are on display, he gets up from his spot on the sofa and asks if he can touch them. he clears some of the hair from your face and he places a feathery kiss on your forehead , “it’s not fair, how pretty you are,” he says.
kiyoomi just loves when you have french tips. he loves it. especially when the base is a pale pink colour, and the tips are just a crisp white. he loves how it contrasts with his black rings as he holds your hand. his heart flutters when your little, neat palm can only wrap around a few of his fingers. he loves how your manicured thumb rubs against his battered knuckles - it makes him feel dizzy.
he loves when you wear skirts or get new ones, he always twirls you around like you two were slow dancing. he’ll chuckle along with you when you giggle, “i think this one’s my favorite now,” he said to you ; although he’s said that about all 7 of the skirts.
don’t you dare try to do anything when you’ve just gotten your nails done. laundry? he’ll help. you wanna make yourself smth to eat? nah, he’s got it. you wanna shower??? why????? he’ll just clean you🤞🏻🤞🏻. his big sister used to complain about having to do things with her nails on and he’d never let his sweet little princess do anything by herself ):
omi would absolutely let you do his makeup if you wanted to try a new makeup look. you sit him down, putting his bouncy curls in a little bun and then priming his face. his cheeks smush and squish as your small hands work on him gently. he can’t help the warmth in his chest when he feels that you’re making a conscious effort to be gentle when you’re soaping down his eyebrows or blending out the highlight. his favorite is when you put on mascara- the way your index finger tilts his chin upwards and you mutter a ,’ look up f’ me, kiyo’ in the most sugary sweet tone he’s ever heard. he replies with a simple , ‘ ‘kay’ that could never give away the butterflies in the pit of his belly.
lastly - he’s spoiling you ROTTEN. he’s got allll that athlete money for what???? you, obviously. you saw some pretty mary janes you wanna wear to work? done. you want new earrings? done. you want a necklace with his name on it? done. well, that part wasn’t a choice- but he’s still happy that you wanted it. if you two are out and you even say that something is cute , his immediate response is , “do you want it?” and he’s dead serious. even if it’s ridiculously over priced. if you’re someone who cries when they accept gifts i’m projecting i’m sorry consider his heart SHATTERED when he hears the break in your voice as you thank him. he’s coddling you, asking if you really hated the gift that much, but when you explain that it just overwhelms you he feels tears in his own eyes at how precious you truly are. his large hand caressing your head and the other rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering to you that you deserve his gifts, his love, his patience because you give it back to him. you deserve to be a princess- his princess- forever</3333333
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twister [ sakusa kiyoomi ]
its my bday so bday drabble hehehe
cw: foul language, some suggestive bits, implied fem!reader
“scratch my back,” sakusa groans, melting into the couch, lying on his stomach with his bulky legs on your lap,
“no, you can do it yourself,” you dramatically groaned back, too tired from work. he shot a glare over his shoulder, freshly washed hair sticking to his forehead in strands. you gave a sarcastic smile back to him, leaning over and running your fingers through his hair, causing him to soften,
“at least scratch my scalp,“ he pleaded, causing you to do anything but humor him as you pulled your hand away, to his disappointment. “c’mon, sweetheart, please,“ he whined,
“with your wrists you could probably do it by yourself.“ he groaned, a dramatic, exhausted, emotional, angry, exhale leaving his lips. you could feel your chest tighten as you silently laughed, opting to loudly inhale. another glare, with a smile you couldn’t see.
“I’m not a contortionist, now please scratch my fucking back” you can’t help it as you laugh, holding onto his calves as you laugh, his choking chuckle joining you
“when did you get so needy? and besides, not a contortionist my ass have you seen your wrists??” he scoffs,
“Yeah, my wrists dumbass, besides i’ve seen my wrists plenty when i fing--”, you slam a pillow on his head, laughter abruptly stopped by your jaw on the floor and the muted retaliations as kiyoomi reaches back to grasp at the pillow, bursting out into laughter as he sees your face, dumbfounded with your mouth wide open. he can feel his eyes burning as he shakes with amusement, his legs raising out of your lap as he turned his upper body to rest on one arm and look at you. Your face filled with an obnoxious grin, neck pulled taught at you pursed your lips together to not laugh, kiyoomi simply looking at you, the same expression on his face.
and when your eyes met, the two of you turned to kids, laughing and giggling like there wouldn’t be a noise complaint about your idiotic humor, hands slamming against the surface of the sofa, choking in unfunny humor as your stomachs began to hurt.
your eyes filled with tears as you escaped the weight of his legs to lie on top of him, still exasperated and laughing, kiyoomi using the pillow to defend himself as you nearly shouted when he opened his mouth again, grinning.
“i’ll shut up if you scratch my back.“
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he gives me such deep ‘i make dirty jokes with everyone and you can’t stop me’ vibes it actually insane [thats literally me] i just love the idea of domestic life its so cutie
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Reaction to Their Kid(s) Reacting to Their Cardboard Cutout | Ushijima, Sakusa
Pairings: Ushijima X Reader (female), Sakusa X no one, he’s a dilf
Genre: domestic fluff tehe ehe
Author’s Note: dilf sakusa barkbark get fed
Hinata, Bokuto // Kageyama, Atsumu
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Wakatoshi:
The whole country buzzed as the world began to watch Japan as there was only less than a week until the olympics that had been pushed back a whole year, was finally happening
Energy, pressure, excitement was picking up in everyone, especially the Japan Volleyball team, all for everyone except your husband - or at least that’s what it seemed like to you
He was always calm and composed, his face stoic but you knew inside he did feel something - he wasn’t just a statue people assumed him to be
Team practices had surrpisng;y been the same, although you did think that they would be extended or longer since it was the olympics after all
But no
Today was Sunday, a rare rest day before your husband would be off at the games, playing multiple until there were only 2 teams left, where only one team would prove to be the best in the world
The two of your guys’ hands were being held by your three year old son as he ran and would jump while you two would swing him occasionally
But everything about today felt so nice - Sundays were just so nice, like nothing could go wrong when you got to be with your small family
The cafe door chimed as the two of you walked in, finding it surprisingly empty
“Welcome~” the baristas welcomed the three of you as your son bounced around your side, holding your hand
“Good morning,” the two of you greeted as you two stood, looking at the menu, reading through the options to see what would be good
“Papa, I wanna see,” your son whined, his cheeks puffy and lips pouty as he tugged on his dad’s fingers
“Alright,” he lips pulled into a light smile as he lifted his son, holding him against his side
The little boy was curious as he peered over, holding onto his dad’s shirt as he looked behind the glass, eyes gluing themselves into the sweet pastries and cake pops that were assorted beautifully for display
He pointed, eyes wide but staying silent as he just looked, wanting the sweets but it was far too early for such sweetness
You and Toshi had ordered your guys’ breakfasts before finding a comfortable booth deeper inside the cafe
It was so nice with their false floral decorum strung up and wrapped around the wooden beams, giving it a nice natural aesthetic although the location was in the midst of the city
There were also even cardboard cutouts of the Japan volleyball team, through only a few, and Wakatoshi stood in the dining area, “smiling”
Yet the cafe was surprisingly empty, except for the baristas so it didn’t take long at all for the food to come out after a short wait, with the porridges and egg sandwiches and hot coffees and juice for S/N
The three of you got to eating, taking your sweet time to simply enjoy each other’s company’s after quite a long time
Occasionally, your son would stare at either you or Toshi, silently signaling how he wanted a bite of your guys’s food even though it was the same as his but but two would take turns, feeding him a bite to satisfy him
When the food was done and the table was cleared, aside from the coffee, you two talked about errands to go, maybe a walk around to just really feel like life was as simple as possible
You really missed your husband despite him being right there, right here in front of you but you could feel yourself slowly healing, filling back up the longer his olive green eyes looked into your own, witnessing his pupils dilate whenever you spoke or when you reached your hand and intertwined your fingers with his before he covered both of your guys’ hand with his other one
He really had you falling in love with him all over again
And then there was the human embodiment of your guys’ love
Your son scooted himself safely off the short chair and walked over to the cardboard cutout of your husband and stood at his legs, his small head leaned back to look all the way up the board
“Papa, you’re here too.” The little boy turned around and pointed up as the son smiled a little before turning back
“Indeed.” Your husband smiled as his hands squeezed around yours, his touch so warm as it had always been
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Sakusa:
“Ready for this, baby?” He looked down to his daughter who followed him, smiling and looking up to him with grabby hands
“Atta girl,” he smiled through his mask as he pulled it down and knelt before the walker
He applied sunscreen to her precious face, maybe putting a little too much over her chubby cheeks but better to be safe than sorry
Plus he just couldn’t get used to how puffy and soft they were
“You got little mocha cheeks, moch,” he scrunched his nose as he playfully pinched her cheeks, wanting to bite them out of how cute they were to which she just smiled at the comments
But there was also a subtle brush of pride in him that surfaced knowing that this was his baby
This adorable little girl that had dark, curly/ wavy hair like him was his baby
He carefully put on her sun hat, making sure it didn’t pull on her hair or hurt her head in any way
And finally, put on her own little mask that he handmade after painstakingly pricking himself with the needle but watched and learned how to make face masks for kids
It was secure enough that she wouldn’t breathe in anything harmful to her but loose enough so she could breathe easily
He slid the door onto the backyard open, his body hunched toward the ground as his daughter held his hand as he led her out the door and onto the patio
on the other hand, held his cardboard cutout at an arms distance away, along with a bottle of disinfectant spray, walking to lay it onto the grass, which he covered a plot of it with a tarp
He laid himself down in the sun as his daughter stood behind him, a few feet away
The edges of his rubber gloves slapped his wrists as he shook the disinfectant spray can
He sprayed the cardboard cutout with the disinfectant before letting it lay in the sun for a bit, even wondering why he had listened to bokuto and atsumu on taking it home, especially with the pandemic
He sighed knowing there was absolutely no use for it
And then he felt the familiar feel of his daughter hold onto his leg and she shyly got closer
Kiyoomi looked down as a gentle breeze blew through, making the grass in the yard move in a wave as his little girl’s hair was all in her face, her hat no longer on her head and on the floor on the patio
He removed his gloves as he squatted down to clear the hair from her face
“There you go,” he smiled a bit as she rest her dainty hands on his leg, staring at the cardboard cutout of her dad
“Papa,” she spoke quietly, her voice kind of muffled through the fabric of the mask as she pointed, squatting down beside kiyoomi before looking back up to him, squinting cause of the bright sun
“Why’d you take off your hat, germ?” He scoffed lightly as he raised his hand above her head, providing shade for her face from the sun
Still in her squatting position, she waddled closely and tested the waters, extending her finger to the cardboard cutout of kiyoomi and looked back
“Mmhm, that’s me..” he dodged before his eyes fell back on the thing… there really was no use for it.. sigh
She patted her hand on her dad’s cardboard cheek, mesmerized by it
Kiyoomi watched as she tilted her head back and forth as another breeze blew by, making her short hair dance in the wind
But also thankfully, the disinfectant spray had dried so it was perfectly safe for her to touch
The two of them stayed squatted in the grass, feeling the summer sun’s warmth and breeze come and go
But she had been looking at his cardboard face a little too long
“Hey, butterfly.” He gently tapped onto her back, getting her to turn around and lose her balance, making her sit on the grass
“Is that papa?”
She processed what he had asked and looked back to it then back to him and nodded
“Who am I then?” He pointed to himself, pulling down his mask
“Papa.” She said, standing herself up and walking over to him, standing in between his squatted legs as she held onto his shirt
He brushed off the dust and grass off her bottom
“Who’s the better papa, then?”
“You!” She jumped, making a smile spread across his lips as he pulled her in to hug her, pressing a kith to her chubby mochi cheeks
“Hm, what a smart little butterfly,” he hummed before lifting her up into his arms to bring her inside
“Let’s change and eat some lunch.” He walked back in, leaving his cardboard cutout outside
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Your fics are so adorable!
Can I request (if you still take them,ofc) an after the wedding headcanon/scenario with Sakusa and Hinata, thanks!
thank you! hope you enjoy
after the wedding 1 2
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Sakusa
You and Sakusa have been married for one week, three days, and twelve hours.
You didn’t think your life with him could get any better until those precious words fell from his lips punctuated by the slip of a ring on your finger.
The two of you rented out a secluded cabin in Alaska and formed a little bubble inside the four walls.
Mornings were slow. Today in particular you woke up earlier than he, and when you got up to brush your teeth, he quickly pulled you back down against his chest as he all but whined, “five more minutes,” which turned into an hour.
You watch him cook breakfast from the island with the barstools and if you listen closely, you hear him humming the song that played during your first dance.
You were in a teasing mood and when he began plating the food, you tell him, “Omi, I think there’s something on your hand.”
“What?” Sakusa instantly stopped what he was doing and observes his hands, he swears he washed them at least five times before entering the kitchen and let out a series of small curses not finding anything.
“Come here, let me help,” you offer and he quickly walks over to you.
You tug on his left hand and point to his ring finger and ask, “that, what is that?”
Sakusa can only sigh in what’s a mixture of annoyance and amusement. “I got married actually,” he explained, entertaining you.
“Oh, what a lucky guy.”
“Eh, they’re alright,” he jokes. Before he can properly laugh, you pull him over the countertop for a kiss that leaves him flustered and his cheeks stained red.
“You were saying?” you poked.
“I- um …I’m a lucky guy,” he confesses, lightly touching his lips.
You nod, replacing his hand with your own, wiping the excess chapstick off of his face, agreeing, “the luckiest.”
Hinata
You wish you’d have learned it earlier but Hinata, while he is the best husband, is anything but the smartest.
When doing the wedding planning a big topic was when you were going to have the wedding. Hinata pushed for a summer wedding, specifically so it could be on his birthday, so his favorite day of the year and the best day of his life can be combined. Foolproof. Not idiot proof of course, because when he finds out he’s been selected for the Olympic team in April, it’s too late you reschedule the date so rather than spending you spend your honeymoon in the Maldives you spend in the MSBY gym in the last unofficial practice before they leave for the games. Surrounded by grunts and screams of adult men, while you try your best to keep quiet but every now and then a loud scream of-
“That was ten centimeters from my head!” is always needed.
“Sorry Y/N,” Bokuto apologizes and you sigh.
It was the fifth near-concussion experience of the day and you decided you needed a break. While Hinata looked preoccupied with practicing his serve you sneak out of the gym and find a nearby empty hallway to hide away in. Although, after only fifteen seconds the doors open, followed by your husband sprinting down the hall toward you.
“That last serve was for you, why’d you miss it?” he asks smiling brightly and you feel your heart warm at the sight.
You don’t answer but still, he knows. “You’re not having fun, are you?”
You sheepishly shake your head and he grabs your hand, leading you to a nearby bench, as he pulls you onto his lap.
“I’m really sorry.”
“Baby you don’t have to-”
“It’s our honeymoon and I have you holed up in a volleyball gym.”
“I think the stadium is convertible actually,” you teased and he nuzzled his head into your shoulder out of embarrassment. “Hey.” You lift his head up to get him to look at you and you smile. “It’s fine. I knew what I was getting into marrying a big shot volleyball player.”
“I’m not a bigshot,” he mumbled, surprisingly humble for a soon to be Olympic athlete; now shy about his accomplishments in a way he only got with you.
“Just promise me one thing?” you ask and he nods. “That we’ll go on a real honeymoon, after you win.”
He agrees, “I promise.”
If there was one thing you knew about HInata is that he never breaks a promise, the first one he made to, in fact was the very reason matching rings adorned each of your third fingers.
Bonus:
“Nice one Hinata,” Atsumu screams after the ginger landed a hard to reach spike, hitting it just within the boundary lines.
“Thanks!” he says before he jogs off court and runs to the stands to give you a sweaty, rushed, but sweet kiss before he runs back to his teammates who are all confused.
“Good luck,” he reasons.
“You know you can’t do that during game time right,” Ushijima says.
Hinata shrugs and he presses further, “I’m gonna need you to say yes Shoyo.”
Hinata remains silent.
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skts || Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you
Atsumu let out a deep sigh as the door clicked shut behind him. His eyes fall closed and he leaned against the wood, giving himself a moment to relax.
He was exhausted.
Today was supposed to be his day off. With no practice, sponsorship photo shoots, or matches, Atsumu expected to spend time with his boyfriend at home.
But Osamu needed his help at the shop. He had nearly all his staff call in for various reasons leaving only the owner to handle the lunch and dinner rushes. Of course, Atsumu would go when Samu called for him. He had a hard time saying no to his twin after all.
So instead of spending the day doing nothing with Omi, he had spent it taking orders, cleaning off tables, and forming rice balls.
He scrunched his nose knowing the scent of food clung to him unpleasantly. There was no way his Omi would come near him with a ten-foot pole in this state. He desperately needed a shower.
Toeing off his shoes without moving from his spot, Atsumu called out a tired, “I’m home.” in greeting.
“Atsu.”
He opened his eyes to see Omi standing in front of him, concern written on his face.
Atsumu smiled softly “Hey love.”
“Are you okay?” Kiyoomi questioned taking a step closer.
Atsumu held a hand up to stop him from getting too close but immediately regretted it seeing the hurt flash in those pretty, dark eyes. He winced slightly “Sorry Omi, I just reek of food right now, not pleasant. I’ll hug ya after I get a shower.”
Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and stepped forward anyway, pulling the blond into his arms. Atsumu immediately melted at the gesture “I don’t care what you smell like, well I do, but not right now.” He chuckled pressing a kiss into Atsu’s hair “I missed you.”
“I’m so fuckin tired Omi.” He bemoaned into his neck “I missed ya too by the way.”
Kiyoomi hummed and pressed another kiss to his temple “I know sweetheart but I have a surprise for you.”
Atsumu noticeably perks up “Ya do?”
“Mhmm. First, let’s shower okay? You do stink.” He grinned, pulling away from his boyfriend.
“Omiiiiii” The blond whined but allowed himself to be led further into their shared apartment. Immediately, he noticed the dim lights and the candles that littered the room.
“Omi?” He questioned peering up at his boyfriend. Kiyoomi ignored him and continued pulling him toward the bathroom. To his surprise, also lit with candles.
Once inside Kiyoomi brought him into deep kiss making his head spin. “I wanted to do something to help you relax, I know you worked hard with your brother and figured you’d be exhausted at the end of the day.” He said after pulling away from Atsumu’s lips. His thumb brushed across his cheek lovingly “Will you let me pamper you a bit baby?”
“Yeah.” Atsumu responded breathlessly “Ya can pamper me, Omi.”
The smell of lavender and eucalyptus filled the air as Kiyoomi slowly removed Atsumu’s clothes. He placed a kiss on each newly exposed part of his body. Lips trailed from his neck, over the top of his shoulders, and down his back. Atsumu sighed happily letting Kiyoomi continue his ministrations. Once fully undressed Kiyoomi turned on the shower, cranking it to a hotter temperature.
He gestured for Atsumu to enter first and followed behind him, crowding the setter and wrapping his arms around golden tan shoulders. The water rained on them soaking their hair and bodies.
Atsumu laid his head against Kiyoomi’s shoulder and shut his eyes, feeling the exhaustion from the day wash off him, while his lover trailed kisses up and down his neck. “Let me wash your hair, baby,” Kiyoomi murmured, mouth pressed onto his nape.
“Okay, Omi.” Atsumu leaned forward while Kiyoomi reached around him to grab his boyfriend’s purple shampoo that he insists on always using. Long fingers scrubbed the shampoo into platinum hair, Atsumu let out a groan as Kiyoomi’s nails scratched into his head.
He continued his massage for god knows how long, Atsumu was merely enjoying having Kiyoomi’s hands on him. “Time to rinse, beautiful.” Kiyoomi’s deep voice says into his ear. Atsumu pouted slightly but did as he was told and ducked his head under the water.
Kiyoomi repeated the action when it came time to condition Atsumu’s hair. While the blond was rinsing his hair off again, Kiyoomi began his hair routine, smiling softly as Atsumu watched him with wide golden eyes.
The curly-haired man spent the most time lathering Atsumu in lavender body wash. His hands were strong yet gentle against each curve and bump of his muscular body. Kiyoomi handled Atsumu not as the fit athlete he was but as something more fragile; something precious.
Although to Kiyoomi, Atsumu was something precious.
“You’re perfect, baby.” He whispered holding Atsumu closer to his body, loving how they molded perfectly together. As if they were meant to be.
They stayed under the water a little longer until Atsumu’s stomach began to growl. Kiyoomi snickered at his pink cheeks and helped him out of the shower. Atsumu was well-dried and dressed in black boxers and Kiyoomi’s Black Jackals hoodie (something he loved to steal often)
Kiyoomi ordered Atsumu to sit at their dining table while he retrieved their dinner “Ya cooked dinner, Omi?!” He asked incredulously. Usually, Atsumu would be the one to make dinner for them; Kiyoomi was usually hopeless in the kitchen.
"I did my best," Kiyoomi admitted, a blush high on his cheeks, "Osamu sent me a recipe with fatty tuna in it. I figured it would be something you'd want to eat when you got home."
“Omi.” He breathed out, touched that Kiyoomi made that kind of effort, even going as far as to make his favorite food. “I hope it’s okay.” A soft kiss was pressed to his forehead.
Atsumu lifted a hand to cupped Kiyoomi’s cheek, admiring porcelain skin and dark eyes “I’m sure it’s amazing Omi.”
Kiyoomi smiled and turned his head to kiss the palm cupping his cheek “Eat up baby.”
The couple enjoyed their meal together. Kiyoomi recounted his day and the chores he got done while Atsumu told stories of his time at the stop and how Osamu worked him like a pack mule. Through his boyfriend's grumbling, Kiyoomi could see how happy Atsumu was to spend time with his twin, even if it meant having to work on his day off.
At the end of dinner, both men entered the kitchen to put their dishes in the sink. Before Atsumu could begin washing them, Kiyoomi was pulling him into his arms and swaying them gently.
“Omi?” Atsumu’s startled laugh made a smile grow on Kiyoomi’s face “What about the di-“
“Don’t worry about it Atsu.” His boyfriend murmurs, tightening his grip around his waist.
“But-“
“I’ll take care of it later baby, let me dance with the love of my life okay?” Kiyoomi expressed, bringing a hand up to cup his face, staring at Atsumu as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“Okay, okay. Sorry.” Atsumu relented, finally relaxing in his arms.
They continued to sway to an unknown rhythm until he felt Kiyoomi shift and suddenly the soft sound of music began to play. The blond smiled into his boyfriend’s chest hearing the song choice. They danced together in their kitchen as each song played after another.
“Thank ya for this Omi,” Atsumu spoke lowly. keeping his head resting on Kiyoomi, a happy smile stretched across his face.
“Of course Atsu. You deserve this and more. I’m just glad I get to be the one who gets to spoil you like this.” Kiyoomi pulled back to brush Atsumu’s hair away from his face before leaning in to kiss him softly “I love you, baby. I’d do anything for you, on your best days and your worst.”
Atsumu felt tears well in his eyes at the confession. No matter how many years they’ve spent together hearing his Omi tell him how much he loved him never failed to make him emotional.
“I love ya too Omi, more than anything in the world.”
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SAKUATSU (and other rarepair ships) FIC MASTERLIST!
saw someone do this and i just had to give my 2 cents because i have way too much love for these! some of these recs are no stranger to sexual intimacy for a heads up! One thing guaranteed is that all of these are completed, and HEA despite the angst that may come through :)
SAKUATSU
1. smoke and mirrors
ohmygod. i read this in the plane to new york and MY was i seated reading this whole thing. this sneaky little fic gave me all the domesticity & fluff my heart couldn't handle but alas, as most fake relationship aus do, it also fucking broke me BUT picked the pieces back up very nicely. 10/10.
(msby jackals, r-rated, CUTE)
2. the affective presence of our black and white reruns
lord have merthy. literally pining at its best!! they are both idiots and bad at feelings but good at.. very good at /it/. also you should keep in mind that this fic is inspired by paramore's all i wanted was you and let me tell you nothing bad ever comes out of being inspired by paramore. ever. skts from u-18 camp up until msby jackals.
3. bound
AHHHHH. LITERALLY the crème de la crème of slow burn. Actors au? Check. Killer banter? Check. Gratifying cast of characters? CHECK. ao3 user internetpistol is VITAL to the sakuatsu fanfiction circle, all her works are must-reads! very r-rated. as in this is equal amounts porn and feelings.
4. hand study
THIS IS CRACK. If you need to believe in love again this is literally all you need. It also breaks you for extra measure on the realness. This is also Atsumu with hand fetish reserved only for Kiyoomi but accidently injures it during practice so now he decides to take care of Kiyoomi in his apartment where they do sexy domestic couple shit and slowly fall in love and fuck it up but resolve it again. The perfect ingredients list as u can tell.
(MSBY jackals, fluff, r-rated)
5. play among the stars
I usually take a hard pass on sci-fi material BUT HELLO??? SEXY BODYGUARD KIYOOMI AND SEXY CRIMINAL ATSUMU STUCK ON THE MOON FOR 2 MONTHS?? What insane person would pass on that. Also very easy to pick up on despite its content surrounding on space. r-rated.
6. again, until it's perfect
this is utter perfection. I have so much love for skts stupidity and top tier banter and this is just all of that but also gives satisfaction to the heart.
(easy one-sitting read, msby teammates skts, fluff)
7. three sheets to the wind
this is literature. like miss ao3 user fairycake can write romeo and juliet but shakespear will never be able to write three sheets to the wind by ao3 user fairycake. lil bit r-rated
(pirate au, heaven sent, witty as hell, impressive humor)
RAREPAIRS
1. persephone by batman
kageyama/tsukishima. arranged marriage. strangers to lovers. lyrical writing it almost ALMOST puts t swift to shame. feelings dripped in gold.
2. venus planet of love by fatal
kageyama/kunimi. again with the lyrical writing this is literally the integration of love and poetry.
3. hunger by iphido
akaashi/osamu. even more beautiful writing. 2 souls trying to pick up the pieces of their hearts together i love them.
4. questionnaire by iphido
kageyama/oikawa. poetry through an interview and it's very short but just very sweet.
5. the contest between by batman
akaashi/osamu. this fic has my soul in shambles. it has so much care, research, and love for food and feelings. the chef miya osamu (side dilf) agenda is also just excellently done. yearning seeps through every word and i just love this so much please give it a chance.
#ao3#hq#haikyuu!!#sakuatsu#haikyuu fic#fic rec#osaaka#sakuatsu fic#sakuatsu fic recs#archive of our own#sakusa#atsumu#miya osamu#hq akaashi#angst with a happy ending#haikyuu angst#haikyuu fluff#domestic#msby black jackal#hq kageyama#oikawa#haikyuu fanfic rec#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu ao3#hq rarepair#haikyuu rarepair#haikyu rp
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Sakusa comforts you when you think you’re annoying
Genre: comfort, domestic, established relationship
Contents: social anxiety, self deprecating, snack mention (Sakusa is a snack. jk but seriously but also food mentioned in the second paragraph)
Wc: 1312
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You and Sakusa return home from a social engagement, which you felt like didn’t go well for you. You still feel raw and inflamed even, sore from the rejection that you imagined receiving from them. Who’s to say it wasn’t real? You don't know. You can’t tell. You assume rejection has already happened or is imminently happening from everyone. Why wouldn't you?
You look at the floor dully and ignore Sakusa’s proffered leftovers box with some sweets and snacks from the event.
“Hey, are you okay?”
You’re not okay, of course. But it’s not that easy to say that. And you’re still learning how to accept help. You’re still learning how someone asking if you need help isn’t them saying that you are weak. You’re still learning that “hey are you okay?” is not an accusation.
But because you are still learning all of this, it’s not that easy for you to answer directly or honestly. So instead, you ask, unhelpfully, “What do you mean?”
“I just was wondering if everything was okay,” he repeats, because what else is he supposed to do? You asked a stupid question. Of course! As always.
You swallow air in your dry throat as you stare up at him.
“If everything is okay, that’s great. And I love you, and I'm here to talk if you want to talk about anything.”
Of course you want to talk about stuff. You wonder where you should start. You stare at his hand (you want to hold it.)
You look up at him and you nod.
“You do want to talk?” he checks.
“Yes, please.”
“Okay.” He turns to completely face you. He is always turning to completely face you. He is always there for you and you are so grateful. Your heart cries (happily.)
“Do you want to sit?” he asks.
You nod again. You go to sit on the couch and he goes into the kitchen. He brings you both glasses of water and sits down beside you, his hair rustling, and his arm thrown around you.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
You nod.
“Good,” he says. “What’s up?”
You wish for a moment, that you both could change into comfy at home clothes before this conversation. He looks delectable in his going out wear, of course, but you want to snuggle into one of his soft sleep shirts.
You take a deep breath. Actually, that would be a great way to procrastinate on this conversation, right?
Well. Maybe later.
“Does everyone hate me?”
He blinks. Even though he probably should have known you would be like this, he is still surprised. He still forgets that you can't see yourself the way he sees you—he would never ever imagine that you would even wonder this kind of stuff about yourself. “No, why would you say that?”
“I just feel so stupid and dumb.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, and I don’t want to invalidate your emotions, but you’re not.”
You huff. “Right. My feelings aren’t facts, but they are valid.”
“Right,” he says.
You look at him, displeased.
“It’s both,” he adds.
“That’s so confusing.”
He nods. “It doesn’t make sense. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You look at him, hoping the hurt isn’t watering in your eyes too much. But you are really transparent, and he knows you, so you’re sure he can see everything. You can’t even figure out a not annoying way to broach the topic. You wish you could leave it at that, but there’s still more to go. “Am I annoying and awful?”
See? The most annoying way possible.
“No,” he says immediately.
You stare at him.
He arches his eyebrow at you speculatively, judgingly, but he also puts his hand on top of yours comfortingly.
Your heart pangs.
“Why do you want me to say yes?” he asks, seriously.
“Do you think I was annoying today?” you ask, voice tinny.
“No.”
“To everyone else, though?”
He squeezes your hand. “They didn't say anything to me. I don’t think they think that about you.”
You sigh. You were invited to the gathering. They wouldn't invite you if they didn’t like you. You hope you will continue to be invited. You wonder when you will feel like you aren’t on the precipice of being abandoned. Maybe never! That’s not a comforting thought, though.
“Do you think I’m annoying?”
“No. I love you. That's why I'm here.”
“But there are some things I do that are annoying?”
He looks displeased that you are trying to lead him to an answer, but he goes along with it anyway. “I guess. But I don't really think about it in that way. Do you think I'm annoying?”
This is a completely logical and reasonable flip to occur in the conversation, but you are still caught off guard. You are truly 😐🧍. “I mean. I don’t know.”
He can barely contain his smirk and it does make you mad a little bit, that he always seems to have the upper hand. You still love him. But it’s unfair.
“So you do think I'm annoying?” he asks.
“There are some things we do differently,” you say, pretending that you can be coy and outmaneuver him. You can’t.
“Right. And everyone does things differently. Like literally every person.”
“Right.”
“So all humans are annoying to everyone.”
“Maybe sometimes.”
“Is that okay?” he asks.
You really don’t know what you did to deserve this. A very calm and logical breakdown of why it doesn’t matter that you are annoying. Or whether you are or not is just a completely irrelevant question because you are surrounded by people who love you, so who cares?
You hate this. Why can’t everyone just hate you because that makes sense in your head? Instead they love you and forgive you and hang around even though you did nothing to deserve it. It’s not adding up.
Other people’s actions are not adding up. It would make you feel better if things made sense in your heart, and head. If you could trust what you were seeing with your eyes with what your internal beliefs are.
But maybe your internal beliefs have to change to match reality. Because you can’t keep living like this, doing this bad math. It’s not fun. It’s annoying.
“Yeah, I guess it’s okay.”
“Is it okay to not like someone 100% of the time?”
That’s where it’s getting you. It is scary. Which percent is going to be the percent where you get abandoned? You can’t be sure. You look at him. You know the “right” answer but you don’t believe it.
“100% seems like perfection,” he says. “Which is…” he looks at you meaningfully.
“Unrealistic?” you ask.
“Yeah.”
You sigh. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he says back.
You stare at him.
He pokes you in the belly.
“What?” you say. “How dare you?” you ask but he’s already poking you in the shoulder.
“Okay,” you say. “You’ve made your point.”
“I’m always right,” he says.
“You’re not even right about that, and we’re going to leave it there,” you say, jumping to your feet.
Or you would, except he completely intercepted you, and brought you back down to the couch, onto his lap. He pressed kisses to your cheek and neck, and you squirm halfheartedly, but you’re not actually trying to get away.
“I don’t think you’re annoying,” he repeated.
“Thank you.”
“I think you’re great, and I love you, and I love spending time with you.”
“Thank you.”
“I mean it.”
You sigh. Maybe it’s not the end of the world to be annoying. People really don’t like annoying people, though. But different people think different things are annoying. Anyone can be annoying to anyone. That’s compatibility.
You’re fine. Everything is fine. After a great little anxiety burst, everything ended up fine, as per normal. What else is new?
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(new!) domestic sakusa strikes again!
a/n: im so in love with the idea of kiyoomi meeting ur friends!! and them all getting along!! a short drabble, roughly 600 words. this takes place in the early stages of the relationship :')
An apartment full of five drunk girls is much louder than what Kiyoomi expected, but at least he knows he’s got the right address.
Three raps on the door activate a chorus of shrieks, and a flurry of footsteps rush for the door.
It swings open with a loud smack.
It’s your friend, the one from college with the dyed hair and smiley piercing. Kiyoomi rushes to introduce himself as your boyfriend, bowing lowly as a sign of respect to one of your closest friends. He recognises her from the pictures on your Instagram.
On the way up, he realizes she left, having opened the door and ran off to do god knows what. He blinks.
Should he… come in? Is that allowed? He’s still bent at a 45 degree angle.
He figures it’s fine, and steps inside.
Rounding the corner, he almost laughs when he sees you, crisscrossed on the living room rug, scarfing down a large McDonald’s fry like it’s your first meal in months. He sees where your friend ran off to, having joined the rest of you all in a gossiping ring. He pretends like he can’t see up your mini skirt.
“Hi.” He grins, boyish and cute and a little bit shy. His hair is still damp from his nightly shower, wet curls bouncing in his face making him look a few years younger. He clears his throat and waves awkwardly, “I’m Kiyoomi. It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for taking care of–”
“Ki!” You cheer, eyes lit up in excitement. You pat the spot next to you with three heavy smacks, “What are you doing here? Come sit!”
Looking to your friend for permission to further enter her home, he kicks off his shoes and settles next to you on the rug. He kisses your forehead in greeting. You feed him a fry as thanks. Your friends coo at the interaction.
“I’m here to take you home.” He wipes a glob of ketchup from your chin. You’re gonna hear all about this tomorrow. “Ready to go?”
“Can’t I finish my food first?” You haven’t been able to stop giggling since he got here. You’re genuinely so fucking happy to see him. His Naruto themed socks make you giggle harder.
“Of course.” He confirms, adjusting the throw blanket to cover your toes, “Tell me about your night.”
“Oh my god!” Your other friend squeals, smacking the arm of the girl to her left. She’s the one that works in accounting, he thinks. You two get brunch every other Sunday, if he’s remembering correctly. “Tell him about the fucking bartender!”
All five of you double over in laughter, screaming half-finished sentences and pointing fingers at one another. Kiyoomi shakes his head in amusement, does he even want to know?
You all continue trading off stories and perspectives, and Kiyoomi feels like he’s watching a reality television show. Your nights out are much more exciting than his. At one point your friend complains about the low water pressure in her kitchen sink, to which Kiyoomi helpfully offers to replace it.
Kiyoomi’s never felt more important, giving a mini-lesson on how to change a water filter to five drunk girls. You all cheer when he flicks the tap on, the full pressure having been returned to the faucet.
When all’s said and done, you help clean up the food containers and blankets.
“Thank you,” you whisper, fluffing a couch pillow, “For helping her. You didn’t have to do that.”
“It’s no problem,” He whispers back, looking around, “Will they be okay by themselves?”
“Oh yeah,” You confirm, “We do this all the time. I’ll probably be back tomorrow morning so we can all get breakfast together.”
He hums in confirmation, “Ready to go then?”
“Yes.” You smile deviously, “But only if you carry me.”
Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, scooping up the heels you had tossed on the floor, “Fine. Only if I get to come to breakfast, too.”
kiyoomi is one of the girlies 💅💅💅
#sakusa kiyoomi#kiyoomi sakusa#sakusa x reader#kiyoomi#sakusa#msby sakusa#haikyuu#msby#domestic sakusa#domestic.sakusa
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It is a well-known fact that both Atsumu and Kiyoomi are mean, and of course they fight a lot. Atsumu always has snarky comments or mean insults at the tip of his tongue ready to be thrown at the other person, but when things go overboard and Atsumu actually gets genuinely hurt or upset he just shuts up and leaves without a word or a second glance at the other person.
So one day, Sakusa and Atsumu have this huge fight. Kiyoomi accidentally says, 'I regret everything', and he /feels/ the mood in the room shift. He watches as Atsumu swallows whatever he had planned to say and just stares at omi. Then he gets up and walks out of the room. He just leaves without a single word.
Now Kiyoomi has never seen Atsumu leave in a middle of a fight. He is scared. He is terrified of what he has done. He actually didn't mean to phrase it that way. Now he was too afraid to even call Atsumu.
That night Atsumu returns late at night. He finds Kiyoomi fast asleep on the table, his head resting on his arms. He looks like he had been waiting for atsumu to come back but fell asleep instead. There was a bouquet of purple hyacinth in front of him. Suddenly he feels omi mumble something. He leans down to listen to what he was saying and hears him mumbling softly "did'nt mean it....'on't hate me, atsu. I love you."
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long term boyfie! kiyoomi who’s now off- season and at home a lot more, who dreads when you leave for work.
“do you prefer your sandwiches cut diagonally?”kiyoomi hollers from the kitchen. you huff as you try to preen your blazer correctly, toddling downstairs to answer him. a pretty pink apron adorns his toned figure, “ anything, kiyo,” you sigh grabbing your bottle. he doesn’t miss your dismissive tone - but says nothing. “ do you want grapes? and they’re the green ones, i know you like-,” ,” kiyoomi , i’m going to work. not a field trip.” you deadpan.
your raven haired lover pouts with his back turned to you, and as he packs up your lunch he moves toward you. smoothing your hair and softly squeezing your shoulders, he sighs. “ you don’t have to be mean, y’know,” he mutters ,” i’m trying to be supportive here.” he says with a faux tone of hurt. a smile pulls at your lips as you flick his forehead, “ well then try harder,” you challenge.
he smirks down at your put- together figure as a small ‘ oh yeah?’ leaves his supple lips , grabbing you and prompting a fit of giggles. he kisses and gnaws at your sweet skin , before you truly know it, you’re late to work.
kiyoomi hates when you have to leave for work, but as long as you have moments like this, he doesn’t really mind as much.
don’t tell anyone, but when i see ppl w kiyoomi’s name in their user i immediately stalk them and mentally take note of them</333 kiyo lovers unite
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa fluff#sakusa kiyoomi fluff#domestic sakusa fluff#domestic haikyuu fluff#haikyuu fluff#sakusa drabbles#sakusa kiyoomi drabbles#sakusa headcanons#my actual boyfie u guys.
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atsumu grew up w a single mom who worked all the time to keep food on the table for him and osamu, his extended family mostly in the same neighborhood, and stayed at his neighbor's places almost as often as he stayed at his own.
the only time he always got to see his mom was early mornings, before she went off to her first shift of the day. his mom had one luxury she allowed herself: a fancy coffee machine she'd been given by their grandparents.
every morning, atsumu would watch as she carefully made her coffee, telling her all about what they did at school, how osamu fell off his bike and auntie mei cleaned up his scrape, what new combo they were trying at volleyball club.
atsumu may have moved out, but he never stopped the ritual. even when he and sakusa move in together and each of them adjust their lives around each other, he never stops waking up just that much earlier to make his coffee. sakusa usually wakes up and wanders over sometime during the ritual, watching atsumu repeat the same motions his mom had taught him.
atsumu knows he's the one when he sleeps in one day, waking to an empty bed will warmed by the body that had been next to him. he makes his way over to the kitchen only to find his coffee already made, exactly the way he likes it, sakusa sipping his own green tea conspicuously on the couch.
#domestic sakuatsu!!!! is so important!!!!!#theyre so soft#sakusa watched him make his coffee every morning and figured out how to do it#what u didnt see was all the times when atsumu was visiting family and sakusa was practicing and kept fucking it up#they just :((((((( /pos#sakuatsu#sakusa kiyoomi#miya atsumu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu
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It was a consensus they had set early on.
A simple gesture to shut one up when he rambled more than necessary—a smooch on the lips to beckon him to halt, to take a moment, and to breathe. Contrary to popular belief, Hajime loved listening to his beloved chatter about the most trivial things, so he didn’t use the cue often.
Not when Tooru profoundly criticized Kageyama’s serves in the Brazil Olympics and blatantly denied watching the game more than once (a lie), nor when he mindlessly veered from one misadventure to another with Sebastian and Mira (god knows who they were) in half Japanese and half Spanish, sprinkles of English slang. No, Hajime indulgently paid attention to every word, every roll of tongue, and every prolonged consonant from Tooru’s mouth—smiling ever so fondly when it inevitably puckers to a pout.
The only times Iwaizumi did shush him was when Tooru began to overthink and doubt himself, unwittingly spiralling to needless negativity. Then, Hajime utilized his wildcard, and Tooru would instantly catch up with a hushed, “Hai, hai. I was rambling, wasn’t I? Lo siento, mi amor.”
Hajime would pull him in for another kiss, less rushed and just as tender as the first, until Tooru melted in his arms, basking in his safe warmth.
In some instances, Hajime took Tooru aback, calloused fingers outlining his firm sides and settling on the nub between his nape and his spine; craning Tooru’s face to meet his own and whispering a small, “Hi.”
First, a soft peck on the corner of his mouth, then a gentle nip on his lower lip that made Tooru gasp, easily coaxing Hajime’s tongue in. They’ve been together most of their lives—apart for a while—but intimate moments like these will always feel new yet familiar, special. All at once.
“I wasn’t even talking?” Tooru raised a questioning brow when they parted for a while.
“Hmm? Can’t I kiss mi esposo just because I felt like it?” Hajime asked back as he rubbed circles on Tooru’s slightly puffed cheeks, a tinge of pink on the tip of his ears.
Then, suddenly, another couple entered the room like they owned the space, carefree and giggling; completely unashamed. “Ew,” Kiyoomi teased as he trudged towards the water dispenser in the corner of the kitchen.
“Eeeww,” parroted Atsumu, dramatic as ever, of course. As if Kiyoomi wasn’t giving him a piggyback while he filled his highlighter-hued hydro flask.
“Now can I kick them out of our house?” Tooru rolled his eyes and turned to his husband, lacing their fingers entwined.
Hajime chortled hoarsely and reeled him in one swift motion, not in the least unfazed by the intruders. “Don’t bother, cariño. Just let the children watch.”
And he leaned in to smooch Tooru more fervently, leaving the younger pair in the background wallowing in sweet envy.
#hq drabbles#haikyuu!!#iwaizumi hajime#oikawa tooru#sakusa kiyoomi#miya atsumu#iwaoi#sakuatsu#established relationship#domestic fluff
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Kiyoomi stared blankly at Atsumu from couch as the blonde bustled through their kitchen. Occasionally he stop and send a fond look towards his way, each making Kiyoomi more uneasy. Realistically there was nothing wrong and he knew that; they were going about their normal routine of Atsumu making dinner and Kiyoomi being present from across the apartment to talk about their day or sit in a companionable silence. Today, however, something felt off to Kiyoomi, he knew what is it was he just didn’t know why.
Atsumu was too far away.
Logically, Kiyoomi knew nothing was amiss; they’ve had this similar routine in place since a short while after they’d moved in together for dinners on days without practice to catch up with one another. Kiyoomi sometimes still grapples with the fact that he’s not only interested in Atsumu’s day but that very interest is fueled by the deep love he has for the setter that’s somehow returned. Despite the fact that he’s regularly still surprised, but will delightfully accept, that he’s in a relationship with a gorgeous, infuriating, arrogant, wonderful man, it doesn’t solve his current problem. Atsumu was still too far.
“You alright there, Omi? You look like Komori-san took you to another amusement park,” Atsumu laughed as Kiyoomi began to glare into space.
That was indeed another annoying scenario. A place filled to the brim with germs and sticky children spreading them without a care at a breakneck pace. When Motoya took him to the entrance Kiyoomi merely walked away and went home, not even entertaining the idea of the discomfort despite Motoya’s complaining about him being a buzzkill. Then he realized his current problem had a similar solution.
He got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. Without a word he circled his hands around Atsumu’s waist from behind where he stirred their simmering dinner, a new soup recipe that Atsumu had pinched from his twin, vowing to make it better.
“Hey there Omi, did ya miss me?” Atsumu seemed surprised by the action but welcomed it nonetheless, as he leaned into the embrace.
“You were too far away and I remedied the situation. Feel free to continue.” Kiyoomi said nothing else and simply closed his eyes and rested his chin on his partner’s shoulder.
“Aw is someone feeling a little clingy today? It’s okay I’d want to hug me too if I were you” Atsumu smirked as the comment made Kiyoomi twitch, but he said nothing else. Almost as if he too craved some of the closeness that Kiyoomi had sought out.
They stayed like that for the remainder of the evening. Their conversation ebbed and flowed as Atsumu never ceased to have a smart remark ready and Kiyoomi never failed to have a response. Through that they still stayed close, always in arms reach. The subtle reminder of having someone who cares for you close by that will leave memories to guide you when you’re alone. That night they laid in one another’s arms merely reveling in their close knit intimacy.
“Love ya, Omi” Atsumu murmured sleepily, causing a small smile to appear on Kiyoomi’s face as he whispered a quiet, “I love you, too” feeling Atsumu’s breath begin to slow with sleep he closed his eyes. His earlier agitation was a mere memory in the embrace of the man he loves.
#sakusa kiyoomi#atsumu miya#haikyuu#sakuatsu#domestic salutation#they r in love#clingy#fanfic#msby headcanons#haikyuu time skip
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