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amjustagirl · 3 years

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Love knows not its depth (until the hour of separation)

pairing: Kuroo x f! reader genre: angst / fluff, post timeskip! warnings: a tiny smudge of suggestive content wc: 4.9k m.list ~ taglist. ~

a/n: this is my rendition of a grown up Kuroo. life has been a little hectic for me recently, so i’m only getting around to posting it now. pls be kind and i hope y’all love it <3

“I need a break.”

Kuroo continues to snore. You are unsurprised he doesn’t hear you. After all, he came home glassy eyed, smelling strongly of alcohol after yet another night of drinks with his boss before quickly falling asleep in bed. It’s what he does most weekday nights, leaving you alone at home to manage your two daughters and tuck them into bed.

“I’m tired, Tetsuro.”

You are too tired to even tell him how you feel. You have a career of your own, two daughters to raise, a never ending list of chores and errands that must be done. You are a mother, a wife, a career woman. You have so many roles to play yet there is no space for you.

You must do something, anything or risk your heart imploding in your very chest.

You cannot survive that.

The next morning, you call your boss, ask for a day off. Then you pack your girls off to your mother’s place with two little suitcases with toys and clothes enough for a long weekend before you take the train to Hakone, check yourself into the ryokan with a view of Mt. Fuji that you spent your honeymoon at - except this time, you’re alone (but then again, you’ve been lonely for so long, you hardly notice the difference anymore).

You dip yourself into the hot waters of the onsens, watch bamboo sway in the breeze. It’s been at least a year since you’ve been even able to take a bath uninterrupted. There’s always something - Aiko needing help with her homework, Fumiko whining for another piece of mochi, your boss calling to chase for yet another report, so all you’ve ever had time for is a hurried shower before placating your daughters or seating yourself in front of your laptop to deal with your boss.

Finally, you’ve stolen a day to yourself. It’s absolute bliss.

The water is kind to you. Its heat soothes your aching muscles, the rising steam steadies your breath. You walk out of the baths feeling refreshed, renewed, but when you enter your room you find Kuroo Tetsuro waiting for you.

“I’ve been calling your phone all afternoon”, he says, face pinched. “I was worried.”

“Were you?” you say before you can stop yourself. “Really?”

“Of course”, he says, uncrossing his legs to stand. “You’re my wife and the mother of my children, of course I care.”

Wife. Mother. Employee.

The roles that life has handed you haunts you again. There is no escape for you.

Your skin suddenly feels as if it’s stretched too tight over your frame. Your bones rattle, brittle. They threaten to break if you take another breath. Yet you laugh and laugh and laugh, the sound spilling from your lips filling the room, suffocating the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

“If you really cared, you would have noticed that your wife is broken”, you tell him between bouts of laughter. “I tried fixing myself with a break but you can’t even give me that.”

Kuroo stares at you, equal parts horrified and confused. He takes a hesitant step forward towards you before thinking the better of it, swerving over to the kettle instead, clutching it as if it holds the cure to your madness.

“Calm down”, he says, “take a seat”, and you do. He offers you a cup of tea. You accept it, even though you’re still shaking from the aftershock of your laughter. “Drink”, he says, and you bring the cup to your lips, though you wonder absently why you taste salt in the bitter tea.

“Tell me what’s wrong”, he begs. “Tell me what I can do to fix you.”

You want to tell him that you’re not strong enough to do what’s expected of you. You want to tell him that you’re drowning from the weight of being his wife, the mother of his kids, from being a working woman that he can be proud of. You want to tell him that you understand his career is important, but so is yours, and you can’t carry the weight of the world alone.

But that would take too many words, and you are far, far too tired for that.

So you say blankly - “I can’t do this anymore, Tetsuro.”

His face falls.

You should remember that Kuroo Tetsuro, first and foremost, is a child scarred by his parents’ divorce. You should remember that you made promises that you and he would never put your daughters through that. But you’ve floated beyond hysteria into a grey indifference, your mind too broken, too tired, too numb to consider him when you can barely even hold on to yourself.

You don’t even notice the hot tears soaking through your yukata. You are deaf to his pleas to give him another chance. There is nothing left in you to give because you’ve poured all you’ve had into him, into your family, into your job. You are so, so empty, and you just sit and sip your tea and wonder idly if the warmth from the liquid you’re ingesting will make you feel a little more alive, or if it’s possible to ease the dull ache in your heart.

It is only when you wake up the next day and the sun is high in the sky that you register that he rolled out your futon for you, tucked you into bed, and kissed your forehead as a goodnight and goodbye. But all of this is washed away by the relief you feel when you read the note he’s left behind telling you that he’s returned to Tokyo, and to enjoy your break.

So you do.

You relish every bite of the meals you have at the ryokan. It’s nice not having to cook or scarf down your food at your office desk for once. You fill your time flitting between the onsens and curling up in your room with a book, taking frequent cat naps until tomorrow comes around again and it’s time to check out and head home.

There’s a brief moment of surprise when the reception informs you politely that your husband already paid your bill - but you suppose that’s just Tetsuro being efficient at racking up credit card points. The bullet train takes you back to Tokyo, and a couple stops on the subway takes you home.

“Okaeri”, you call softly out of habit, not expecting anyone to respond, but Kuroo responds with an even softer ‘Tadaima’, striding over to take your bags from you and usher you into the apartment. There are pink roses sitting in a vase, but you pay it no mind.

“The girls?” you ask, already headed in the direction of their room.

“I picked them up from your mom”, Kuroo responds. “Don’t wake them up, I just put them to bed”.

A peek into their room and it settles your mind to see that your girls are safe and sound asleep.

“Thanks,” you say, back in the kitchen, checking the fridge for what you can whip up for breakfast for you and the girls tomorrow. “By the way, I’ll pay you back for the hotel room from my own money, don’t worry.”

“It’s fine”, Kuroo answers, scratching his head. His hair seems a little more rumpled than usual. “I’ll cover it. I should’ve realised you needed a break.”

“You sure? You don’t have to pay for me, I’ve got money of my own.”

“No, let me pay for it, please. It’s the least I can do.”

You shrug. “Okay”, you say gracelessly. “Thank you.”

He continues to watch you over the kitchen counter as you lay out bread, eggs, ham, cheese. It’ll do for a quick breakfast for the girls tomorrow, never mind the guilt eating away at you that you really should do better than feeding them processed food all the time. You’re so preoccupied with planning the morning rush, the best way to clear the stack of reports that must have piled up on your desk at work by now that you miss Kuroo rounding the counter to stare down at you worriedly.

“You haven’t had dinner?”

“Oh no, I had a bento on the train on the way back.” It’s second nature to you to brush away anyone’s concern. “It’s for the girls’ breakfast.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take them to childcare before work tomorrow. Sleep in and take a break.”

“Really?” You stare back at him, confused. He doesn't even take charge of the girls in the mornings when you’re sick, your mother always has to fill in your place. He only ever turns up on the first day of school each year.

“Yes, of course. In fact, I’ve rearranged my work schedule so I can take them to school all of this week at least.”

“Oh”, you say, brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, I guess. Wake me up if you need my help.”

“I won’t”, he replies, with a cocky smirk that seems almost false. “Goodnight, love.”

You don’t think of Kuroo’s strange behaviour overmuch, falling asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

Kuroo continues to act strangely all of next week.

As promised, he takes charge of getting the girls out of bed and ready for school. But you’re taken aback when he starts coming home for dinner, completely floored when he hands you a whole armful of bath salts and orders you to take a relaxing, hot bath while he wrangles both the girls and the washing machine into submission.

He even calls your mother to ask her to babysit on a Saturday evening so he can take you out for dinner at a fancy restaurant that serves foam instead of food. You manage to stumble through conversation with him - a commendable effort, since it’s been so long since you’ve even held a proper conversation with him besides snatches of discussion about the girls.

At least until he states during dessert - “we can make it work if you want to quit your job and stay home full time with the children.”

The mousse on your spoon melts by the time you put it down on your plate.

“Did the guys at work tell you it’s easier to have a housewife instead of a working wife? Are you saying this because you don’t think I’m a good enough mother to our girls? Is that what this is about?”

Kuroo shakes his head frantically, reaches across the table for your hand, but you yank it away with a glare. The extra rest you’ve gotten this week has injected a little more fight in you.

“I try my best to be a good wife and mother, but I’m sorry I can’t be perfect and be there for you and the girls 24/7.” You press down on the sliver of cake with a vengeance. Clink! goes the flat of your spoon against the porcelain plate. “I’m sorry for being selfish, but I don’t want to be reliant on you.”

You regret your harsh words when Kuroo slumps back into his chair, murmuring “I just wanted you to be happy. Forget I ever said that.”

He pays the bill and you walk home in silence. He bids you goodnight with a crumpled smile.

It finally clicks when you are startled awake by Kuroo’s shout of alarm.

You roll over, grabbing his shoulder to shake him awake from the nightmare that has him in its grip. His eyes jolt open, and the sight of your face makes him sink back into the pillow with a sigh of relief.

“Thank the gods you haven’t left.”

“Why would I leave? This is my home, isn’t it?” You mumble, turning your back to him again.

You feel the bed shift as Kuroo sits up.

“No”, he rasps, voice rough with sleep. “I was afraid you left me”.

Oh. So that’s what all of this is about.

You must stay quiet for far too long, because he gingerly crawls over to you.

“Dearest”, he says, your heart suddenly aching because you don’t remember the last time you heard him use that pet name with any amount of affection. “Darling”, he tries again, pawing at your back. You shut your eyes resolutely and refuse to turn to face him.

He doesn’t give up, even though the distance between you seems to yawn wide and wider with each passing second.

“Are you?” he asks, his words small, shrunken in the still, dark room. “Going to leave me, I mean.”

No, you’re about to say, the word balancing at the tip of your tongue but it feels wrong. Your break has given you the space to breathe, the time to think. It’s made you realise what you’ve said to him in the ryokan that night remains true.

This week has shown you that Kuroo can do better as a husband, as a father if he wants to. But he’s poisoned your marriage with neglect, forced you to dress up your sadness in silence, allowed your resentment to fester and simmer into frigid indifference. If you reassure him that you aren’t going to leave him, it’s only because you’re too tired to, not because you actually love him anymore.

“I don’t know, Tetsuro. Our daughters deserve to grow up with both their parents, but I’m not sure I want them to learn from my example that it’s okay to shoulder the weight of marriage, parenthood and a full time job all by themselves. Your dreams and career are important, I know, but I’m just so tired of being alone in this marriage when it was always supposed to be a partnership between me and you.”

You hear him choke back a sob. You should comfort him, but the exhaustion you feel at being honest with him, with yourself, weighs your bones down, forces you to sink further down into your mattress.

“I’m sorry”, he finally says.

“I’m tired, Tetsuro”, you whisper brokenly, clutching the blankets to your chin. “I think I deserve better.”

“I know. I’ll make it better, I promise.”

You want to ask him how, but your eyelids grow heavy, and you allow yourself to submerge into slumber.

You’re not sure what to expect, but the ground beneath your feet shifts. Things start to change.

Kuroo continues to take your daughters to childcare in the morning on the way to work as he did last week. That very weekend, he straps Fumiko to his chest, takes Aiko by her hand, and within an hour at the department store aided by a flash of his credit card, he purchases a dishwasher and robot vacuum for the house. He loads the dishes without you asking, runs the robot vacuum remotely once a day. It buys you time to breathe, a little more time to sleep.

He doesn’t always make it home in time for dinner, but he tries his best to rush home so he can read the girls a bedtime story and tuck them into bed.

“Dada”, Fumiko lisps, chubby fists wound around Kuroo’s tie. ‘I wanna hear another princess story!”

“No Fumiko! Papa promised to tell us how he met mama!” Aiko prods Kuroo’s side with the wooden doll Yaku sent from Russia that you know he abhors. ‘Keep your promises, papa!”

“Alright, settle down you monsters. I’ll tell you two stories if you promise to go to sleep right after that.” The girls cheer. “Now. Let’s see. A long, long time ago, your papa met your mama when she decided to beat him up because she thought he was trying to steal her food.”

“You were trying to steal my food”, you interrupt, leaning against the doorway amused. “You didn’t stop til I stabbed you with my fork.”

He glances up, surprised when you sit beside him on the bed. Then he grins.

“You left it on the table, dearest. What was a guy supposed to think?”

“Mama, please let dada tell the story”, Aiko interjects with a huff.

“Hurry up, dada! I want the princess story next!” Fumiko pulls at her silly dada’s shirt, pouting.

You both laugh. There’s a soft smile playing on his lips when his eyes meet yours.

Travelling all around Japan is still part of his job as a marketing director of the Japanese Volleyball Association. But now Kuroo pares it down to the bare minimum, makes sure he’s always back by the weekend at the very least to sweep the girls in his arms and shoo you off for a break of afternoon tea with your friends or shopping with your mom.

“Will you be ok when I’m gone?”

You hand him his suitcase, a flask of his favourite tea. “I’ve always managed fine. Nothing’s changed.”

He bends down to kiss Aiko on her forehead, pinch Fumiko’s cheek playfully.

“Yes. Well. I’ll come home soon”, he says, quietly. You startle slightly as he brushes his thumb over your wrist, lets it drift over your pulse point. “Please wait for me.”

You glance up at him from beneath your lashes. “I’ll see you soon then”, you reply. His smile widens, his eyes are hopeful, bright.

On the weekends, he stops flitting off for work functions and events. Instead, now he joins you for lunches at the kaiten zushi near your house, indulging the girls by ordering yet another plate of sushi just so Aiko has another chance to win a toy from the gachapon and Fumiko has another chance at feeling grown up when she lifts the plate from the conveyor belt. He stops ducking out from dinners at the grandparents’ place - both his and yours. Your mom stops giving him dirty looks when he actually turns up more than three times in a row with sake in hand.

Once every so often, he even throws little parties for your family of four, going so far as to buy a frilly pink apron that makes your daughters giggle when he whips it out for the first time. After a few mishaps (and a number of frantic calls to Fukunaga), he masters how to make takoyaki and okonomiyaki, and in the colder months, he makes steaming pots of nabe and shabu shabu.

“Itadakimasu” you murmur, and the girls follow suit. “It tastes good”, you say.

He ducks his head bashfully, pink dusting the column of his neck.

“Thank you”, he replies. “That means a lot, coming from you.”

You start to savour the bubbles of happiness in your chest when you see how your daughters’ eyes shine when they see their papa whip out the pink apron. You learn to laugh when you hear the pitter patter of little feet, their delighted squeals and shrieks when they tell you the latest exploits their silly papa is cooking up - sparklers under the stars one weekend, a nerf gun fight, the next.

The weight on your shoulders grows lighter and lighter until one day you hardly notice it at all.

“What’s wrong?” you frown at the sight of your husband dashing out of your bedroom, hair a frazzled mess.

He whips around at the sound of your voice. “Oh. Oh.” He approaches you, slowly, carefully. “You’re still here.”

Your frown deepens. “My boss called and asked me to send out an urgent email. I was just about to go back to bed. Tetsuro, is everything alright?”

He nods. “It’s fine - I just... I just woke up and thought you were gone.”

You take a closer look. It’s dark, but the shadows of the night fail to hide the purple smudges beneath his eyes, the fine lines carved into his brow. His shoulders are bowed, his lips downturned and he looks broken, battered.

Your heart hurts for him.

“I’m here”, you say, beckoning him towards you. Physical affection has been scarce between you two for so, so long but he looks so distraught it’s only natural to pull him close, let him rest his head on your lap. “I’m here, Tetsuro. I’m not about to run off into the night – you know I don’t like the cold.”

He doesn’t laugh at your feeble joke. “Are you happier now? Are things better for you?”

“Yes”, you say firmly, combing your fingers through his hair, rubbing circles along his back. “Thank you, Tetsuro. I appreciate it. I really do.”

You can feel him sag in relief.

“You don’t have to work yourself to the bone for me. That’s – that’s never what I was asking for. If you’re tired, you need to take a break.”

He shakes his head stubbornly. “I’m fine. I can bear it as long as you don’t leave me.”

“Tetsuro –“

He sits up abruptly, takes your hands in his.

“Promise you won’t leave me”, he begs, head bowed. “I know I’ve been a shit husband to you for so long. It’s no excuse, but I thought - ” he swallows heavily, waits until his voice stops wavering. “I thought we were ok, ‘cos we didn’t fight, not like my parents did before – before my mother left.”

“I was too tired to fight with you”, you say simply.

He nods once, jerkily. “I know – I know that now. When you disappeared that day, I didn’t know what to do. I went to your mom’s place and she reamed me out, screamed at me in front of the neighbours. I took the kids back, and it made me realise how fucking hard it was for you to do it all alone.” He inhales, closing his eyes as if the memory aches. “I know it’s late but I’ve changed, I swear. The girls need you. I need you. I’ll do anything as long as you stay.”

His fingers are freezing, but you do not pull away. Not when the desperation reflected in his irises makes your heart lurch in pain.

“It was hard”, you confess, and he shudders, struck in the chest by your honesty. “It was so hard, Tetsuro. You hurt me so damn much that I think I became numb to the pain. I don’t think I was really functioning for a while. For a long while.”

“I’m sorry”, he whispers, and you nod shakily.

“I know”, you reply, reaching out a hand to cup his face, a bittersweet twist to your lips as he melts into your touch. “That’s a chapter of my life, of our marriage that can’t be re-written. We can’t rewind that. But the past few months have been so different. I – you’ve shown me you’ve changed. And I think –“

You fall silent.

He prompts you. “Dearest?”

You recall the glimmer of light in your daughters’ eyes every morning when he takes their hands to walks them to school. You hear the echoes of their laughter, the lilt in their sweet voices every night when they welcome him home. You think of the tea parties he throws, the blanket forts he builds, the frilly pink apron he wears without shame and the bedtime stories he weaves every night.

“I think”, you say, with a smile that reminds him of the rising sun. “I think we can make this work again.”

He stares at you until the weight of your words dawns upon him, and he surges forward to fold you into his arms.

“Thank you”, he whispers into the shell of your ear. “I won’t fuck this up again, I promise.”

“Don’t thank me, you silly man”, you nuzzle into his neck sleepily, draping your arms around his waist. “Thank yourself for making me believe in you.”

He laughs wetly, cradling you close as you fall asleep against his chest, soothed by his heartbeat and the tenderness in his gaze.

Fumiko wakes you up unceremoniously before the sun even rises by climbing into your lap, and you open your eyes to Aiko pouting, hands on hips, demanding to know what’s for breakfast, and dada, dada, make a ham sandwich, pretty please with a cherry on the top.

“You guys are little monsters”, Kuroo teases with dancing eyes. “Can’t even give your papa a break to snuggle up to your mama.”

The girls shriek in dismay. “Don’t be mean”, you admonish him gently.

He mock sniffs. “I’m cranky in the mornings unless I get a morning kiss.”

Aiko and Fumiko crowd the sofa, clamouring to give their papa a kiss, but he stalls them with an imperious wave of his hand.

“This morning, only a kiss from your mama can chase my crankiness away”. His tone is teasing, but his shoulders remain tense.

“Nonsense. You make it sound as if kisses contain caffeine”, you scold, swatting his arm lightly as the girls giggle.

“Yours do!” he protests, and you roll your eyes as you press your lips to the corner of his lips, laughing when he puffs out his chest and declares his day can now start, that everything’ll be as right as rain.

Some days are full of sunshine, whilst others are full of rain. That’s life – but it’s bearable, enjoyable even, now that you and Kuroo face each day together, thanking the sun when it shines, and splashing through puddles on rainy days.

Things recalibrate.

The mornings are his domain now – he’s a master at concocting the most random breakfast items to satisfy your finnicky daughters. Aiko sniffs when she informs you that she’d prefer her papa to braid her hair, thank you very much, and when you shoot a look of death at Kuroo, he can’t even keep his face straight, his trademark hyena laugh erupting from his chest.

You cook dinner in the evenings, appreciating the times when he can join you at the table, not counting the nights he can’t against him because you know he’s trying his best. The girls clamour for his stories every night, laughing when he teasingly scolds them for yanking on his tie, demanding goodnight kisses from both him and you.

Now you force Kuroo to take some time to himself, shoo him off for lunches with Kenma, get-togethers with his Nekoma schoolmates. “I know you can manage it”, you tell him archly, “but you need breaks so you don’t burn out, or worse – you’ll lose your hair and we don’t want that”. When he opens and closes his mouth without a smart retort, you smirk. You get your way.

Both of you organise parties and playdates, inviting your shared friends – Kenma, of course, is a frequent guest, Bokuto, who brings along Akaashi and his sweet tempered little son (who Aiko always manages to pick a fight with, much to Kuroo’s amusement). You host Kai, who always brings offerings of flowers from his garden, Yaku, when he’s in town with his daughter, son and alarmingly fat cat. The adults congregate in the kitchen with food and alcohol, cracking good natured jokes at Kuroo and his frilly pink apron, watching the children cause a ruckus in the living room.

But you cherish the quiet moments you share with Kuroo at night when the children are asleep in bed. The chats you have whilst soaking in a hot bath about your day at work, the snippets of stories he shares about his boss, his crazy colleagues, the warmth of his arm around you as you stay up to clear emails late into the night, the heated kisses he presses to the nape of your neck to distract you when he thinks you’re working too hard.

It’s a good life. You’re happy, and so is he.

A year slips by.

The seasons come full circle. You return to the ryokan, finding peace in soaking yourself in steaming pools, watching the bamboo sway, the sun rise over Mt. Fuji. But this time, you’re not alone. You persuade Kuroo that he, too, needs a break - deserves one, truly. So you leave the girls with your mother and take the bullet train down to Hakone.

He shoots you a smirk as you both emerge from the private bath he’d insisted on booking. You swat at him, pulling your yukata higher up your neck, scowling as he winds an arm around your waist to press you into his side.

“You couldn’t wait til we got back to our room?” you hiss at him.

He chuckles lowly in response. “Didn’t hear you complaining”, he retorts.

“We were in an onsen, Tetsuro!”

“A private one”, he says with a waggle of his eyebrows, laughing aloud when you try and fail to slap your hand over his mouth. “What d’you think I was going to do with my lovely wife? I’m not a monk, sweetheart”

You try your best to shush him, but his cackling manages to capture the attention of everyone in the lift.

“What a happy couple”, an old lady remarks, within your earshot. “They must be newly married”

You think she must be a little senile. Or a little blind.

Neither of you are in your first flush of youth anymore - there are streaks of grey in Tetsuro’s mop of hair, extra weight in your hips and lines in your faces. No one could conceivably mistake you for a pair of newlyweds.

“Nah”, Kuroo drawls easily into your ear. “Just your regular old, married couple.”

You don’t speak until you’re safely in your room.

“A regular, old, happily married couple”, you say, as he hands you a cup of tea. “That obaa-san got that part right at least.”

Kuroo chokes on the lump of emotion in his throat as you serenely sip your tea.

The tea tastes bitter (as it always does), but the kisses that follow are so very, very sweet.

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ellewords · 3 years

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haikyuu boys + grocery shopping

fic notes : timeskip!kuroo, ushijima, oikawa + gn!reader, pure fluff, headcanons, wc: ~0.35k each

contains : mentions of food, swearing

from elle ! i’m not even joking when i say grocery dates are one of my ideal dates :<< there’s just something so domestic and comforting about them idk?? just the idea of buying things together for your home ugh !! this and like assembling furniture + decorating (which now that i mention it, i might make hcs for too) just lives in my head rent free :(( i have not been able to escape yesterday’s domestic brainrot it seems ;-;

➹ kuroo t.

i just know this mf sneaks things into the cart when you’re not looking >:( and he’s good at it too !! you don’t even notice until checkout or when you get home and at that point you’re kind of impressed so you can’t be too mad.

sometimes you wonder why you take him on these grocery shopping trips but then you remember,, height ; ask him to reach anything from the top shelves please it makes him feel nice when you ask for help even if he’s a lil shit about it sometimes

king of cheesy food related pick up lines !! you’re convinced he actually looks up a few before your little trips

you’re in the produce section when kuroo calls out your name, “hey yn!”

“what is it tetsu?” you sigh, knowing exactly where this was headed.

“i love you from my head tomatoes.” kuroo grins, holding up a couple of tomatoes to your face.

give him a lil peck on the cheek and his face will match the tomatoes >:)

gets super excited when you walk down the pets section/aisle

“any reason why you’re staring at dog food? you know we can’t eat that right, tetsu?”

“i’m just saying, no harm in getting a little friend.”

“we’re gone most of the day for work, who’s going to take care of it?”

“…the ghosts in our apartment?”

pats your head when you find a good deal on something ;-; like he’s actually so proud that you’re saving money ??

making fun of weird brand names !!! please your laughter can be heard from three aisles down sigh

holds your hand the entire time !! you better practice grabbing items with just one hand because he’s not letting you go asdfgh

stares at you constantly,, you’d be looking at two different cans of soup and to him it’s the most interesting sight in the world because wow have you always been this adorable?

you carry an equal amount of grocery bags, but he lets you have the lightest ones so he can show off how strong he is ;-; you try to make it a one trip thing as much as possible though.

➹ ushijima w.

okay first of all, why does he strike me as the type to shop at those super expensive, mostly organic grocery stores (yk the ones)

has one of those loyalty / points cards,, makes sure you don’t leave your place without it !! he will turn the car around even if you’re already in the parking lot when you realize that you had forgotten it at home >:(

if you have a list, don’t expect on buying items that aren’t on it ; will give you the look™ if he sees you eyeing something up that you have no original intentions of buying / isn’t on the list

hit him with the 🥺 and maybe he’ll reconsider

“do we really need a bag of extra large marshmallows, yn?”

“we have graham crackers and chocolate, we can make s’mores!”

“…”

“please?”

“fine.”

ushijima’s the one to push the cart and you kind of just present him with the items that you needed to buy, don’t ask to ride the cart he will say no:<<

“come on toshi, just for a few seconds?”

“isn’t that for little kids, yn?

he’s actually just afraid of his own strength and fears that you’ll crash into a display or something awe :’(

also he strikes me as the insanely loyal to one particular brand and if you buy anything else he looks at you all confused like ???

but ushijima is honestly such a sweetheart though, constantly asking you if you’re tired from all the walking around and constantly assuring you that it won’t take any longer, that you only had a few more aisles to go. <3

sometime he cracks a small blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smile when you’re down in the dessert aisle because your eyes really just lit up and woah he loves you a lot doesn’t he? fine, you can get an extra tub of ice cream

the journey from your car to the apartment is just one quick trip because he can carry all those plastic bags on his own. we stan a strong boy, won’t let you lift a single finger he also pretty much considers it as a workout >:)

➹ oikawa t.

you think getting groceries will take an hour maybe two tops?? nope, not with oikawa. four hours is the minimum.

he takes his self-care shopping very seriously okay ?? genuinely reads everything on the labels and thoughtfully weighing out the pros and cons of every single product.

you lose him in the toiletries section ; he’s on a quest to find the best smelling body wash and who were you to stop him from doing so,, you kind of get to benefit from it too ???

“he’s a grown man, he can find his way back.” you mutter to yourself, noticing that he was no longer trailing behind you.

“f/n l/n, please come to the customer service center, your child is here.”

“but i don’t have a child???”

oh no…he wouldn’t…

oh, yes, he would. you’ll see oikawa with a pout on his lips and his arms crossed over his chest. “you left me…”

don’t worry, he’s not actually upset, he’s just messing with you grrr >:( the people at customer service had to keep from laughing when making the announcement,, he sends them a lil wink when you come to pick him up ugh get your mans already

easily swayed by nice packaging when it comes to food !! you threatened to have him blindfolded once because of this and he just wiggled his brows at you.

and if you ever come across a product he endorses… good luck :<<

“baby! we have to buy this!!”

“and why is that, tooru?”

“it has my signature on the box, look!!”

“don’t they send twenty of these to our house every month?”

he really wants to ride the cart, but the pr team wouldn’t like that so he settles on offering to push you instead… and please do, it would make him so so happy all his fans go soft over it too because awe !!! <33

in terms of how many trips it takes to get all your groceries inside: multiple. he’s not breaking his arms carrying all those bags at the same time and you insist on carrying a few as well,, oikawa sees it as an extension of your date so he does it with a smile <3

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yamigooops · 3 years

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soft mornings

pairing: established poly!oikawa x gn!reader x iwaizumi genre: fluff that will rot your teeth out words: 1.5k summary: mornings aren’t your favorite, but the two of them make it better

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it was too bright, the sunlight hit you directly in the face, and you wanted to snuff it out. who forgot to close the curtains last night? you would have to chew one of them out later, but you were too tired to even think about it right now. you lay against oikawa’s side, his skin warm against your cheek and his arm positioned beneath your head. the hot weight atop your chest was iwaizumi, his chest flush against yours and arms wrapped tightly around your waist. his hair tickled your chin, and your legs were tangled in the sheets with both of theirs.

waking up like this wasn’t so bad, wrapped up and safe in the arms of your lovers. you just wished the sun didn’t insist on ruining your sweet sleep. you tried your best to return to the land of dreams, but no matter how hard you tried, you were too focused on the way iwaizumi’s fingers felt splayed against your back, or the way oikawa breathed in deep, slow breaths. giving in to wakefulness, you cracked open your eyes, squinting at the bright light of late morning.

you tried not to move too fast so as not to wake the men beside and on top of you, but you allowed yourself to look up at oikawa’s sleeping face. his eyes were soft, hair uncharacteristically tousled and his face smoothed by his unconscious state. your hand came up to his clothed hip to rub small circles against the soft fabric of his pajama pants. you watched his chest as it rose and fell in a lulling rhythm, and you turned your head slightly to press a gentle kiss to his skin before turning to the man atop you.

he had a rough day yesterday, one of his athletes had gotten hurt and he accompanied them to the hospital. so when he came home, he was bone tired, a bit cranky, and as tense as a steel pole. all signs of that tension were gone now, the lines of his normally tense back made soft by sleep. you ran your fingers along his spine, the contact raising unconscious goosebumps along his skin.

you stayed like this for several minutes, reveling in the peace brought on by the sound of their breathing and the feeling of their bodies against yours. after a little while, you heard oikawa’s breathing pick up as he woke. you looked up at him and watched his body shuffle around, wanting to be the first thing he would see when he opened his eyes.

and you were. his chocolate eyes cracked open, focusing after a moment on the person against him. a smile cut his features, soft as a feather and a million times more beautiful. “what a beautiful thing to wake up to,” he whispered, hand coming up to rub the sleep from his eyes. “my two favorite people in the whole world, right there next to me.”

you let out a small chuckle through your nose, your hand continuing its rhythm against his hip. he raised his arm above his head as he stretched like a cat with a yawn to match. you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to his stomach, drinking in the sight of his flexed muscles disappearing down under the sheets.

“how’d you sleep love?” he shifted onto his side, arm still cradling your head and other hand brushing the hair from your face. he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head as he moved his free hand down to run his long fingers through iwaizumi’s hair.

“slept well, ‘kawa,” you mumbled, closing your eyes and repositioning your head to nestle it back into his shoulder. “how bout you?”

“like a rock,” he chuckled softly. as he did, the man atop your chest began to shift. his fingers moved against your back, and you knew iwaizumi was waking.

“mornin’ sleepy head,” you cooed, pressing your lips against his hair and bringing your hand from his back to caress his cheek. he grumbled in response, maintaining his position against you and shifting his legs. it was so unlike him to sleep in like this, and you thanked the fact that it was the weekend because it gave you the chance to wake up to both of your boys.

“oh, c’mon that’s no way to greet the loves of your life,” oikawa teased, fingers moving down to grab iwa’s nose playfully. the other man grumbled, swatting at the brunette’s hand.

“oh, shut up, sleepykawa,” he mumbled, turning his head slightly to press his lips against your chest. you felt yourself flush slightly, a small sigh slipping from your lips as he gripped your hip firmly. He moved so his face was turned towards you, chin resting against his arms which he brought up to cross against your chest, and green eyes sparkling at the sight of you. “morning babe,” he smiled softly.

you felt your heart swell in your chest, the love you felt making your skin flush and your head spin. being between the two men was always a little overwhelming, especially when both of their attentions were on you as they were now. both pairs of eyes were on you, both pairs of hands were on you, both pairs of lips were peppering your skin with gentle morning kisses. It was enough to make you melt right then and there.

“you both look so pretty when you sleep,” you murmured, leaning down to press your lips gently against iwaizumi’s. they were warm against your own, and just the slightest bit chapped from his time asleep. you pulled away before you got too lost in the taste of him. There was another pair of lips that needed your attention after all.

“what are you talking about, i’m always pretty.” oikawa had the gall to sound scandalized, pressing his hand dramatically against his chest to emphasize the point.

“of course you are, you big baby,” grumbled iwa, reaching over to grasp oikawa’s hand on his own. “it’s just that you’re even prettier when you aren’t talking.”

this earned a chuckle from both you and the man to your side. You reached up to press your lips to his, savoring the feel of them as you had iwaizumi’s. you never wanted to get out of this bed, not for a million dollars. the silkiness of the sheets and the heat of their skin was intoxicating, and you couldn’t imagine a more comfortable situation.

you felt iwa shift as he looked over at the clock on the bedside table. he groaned softly, turning back to the two of you with a disappointed look in his eyes. “it’s almost 11.”

“so what, i don’t have anywhere to be today,” you brushed him off, kissing his forehead gently.

“neither do i,” grinned oikawa. “we get to spend the whole day together so let’s just stay in bed for a while longer.”

“yeah, well, i have to be at the gym by 12:30, so unfortunately i’m going to have to get up,” iwa sighed. he pushed himself up onto his knees with a grunt, stretching his arms above his head. again, you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down his chest to the edge of the briefs he wore. you still couldn’t believe how you’d scored two men so beautiful; it truly boggled your mind sometimes.

“nooo~,” you whined, placing your hand on his thigh in protest. he simply rolled his eyes before leaning over you to greet oikawa with a kiss.

“good morning, prettykawa,” he whispered against the other man’s lips. oikawa broke into a giddy smile, wrapping his free hand behind iwa’s neck to bring him back down for another kiss. you smiled at the two of them, knowing just how lucky you were to have them.

pulling back, iwaizumi rocked back onto the bed, rubbing his eyes to rid them of any left over sleep. “i’m gonna go shower, you guys should join me,” he grinned down at the two of you. You thought it over, considering it but not sure if you wanted to get out of bed just yet. but a shower did sound nice, especially since it would be in your large shower which fit the three of you comfortably. the waterfall shower head would feel so nice against your tired skin. but was it worth getting out of the comfort of the bed and oikawa’s arms?

iwaizumi placed his hand against your cheek, leaning down so you could look nowhere but his face. “I’ll wash your hair for you,” he whispered, knowing how much you loved that. you nearly broke then and there, but the comfort still called to you.

“and I’ll wash all the rest,” purred oikawa in your ear, nearly making you jump. his free arm snaked around your waist and he squeezed gently.

looks like you weren’t staying in bed after all.

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bokutosworld · 3 years

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the moment they knew | ushijima, daichi, bokuto

characters: hq captains (ushijima, daichi, bokuto) with gn!reader words, genre: 1.5k words, fluff + slight angst. warnings: none! summary: in love, there’s a moment where everything falls into place and you realize that there’s no one else you’d rather spend forever with. | part one (with oikawa, kuroo, kita)

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI;

admittedly, ushijima is not the best at relationships

but you brought out sides of him that he didn’t know even existed

and because he’s so in love with you, he finds himself looking for ways to surprise you

he doesn’t hesitate to try new things because all he wants is to make you happy in the way you make him complete

When Ushijima comes home, the first thing he notices is the other pair of shoes sitting by the entranceway. He smiles as he walks all the way to the kitchen where he heard a commotion.

Though your back was turned to him, seeing you in his apartment instantly relieved him of his exhaustion for the day. He hurriedly goes over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you to his chest.

“Wakatoshi,” you turn your head back and give him a peck on his cheeks. “Welcome home.”

He shows you one of his rare smiles and reciprocates your kiss with his own. “Thank you, love.” He rests his chin on your shoulders and watches you quietly as you prep the ingredients.

“Do you want to help cook?” You were already expecting him to just hum and leave you to the dishes while he sets up the plates. So it was a genuine surprise when his hands left your body and retrieved the apron (it was a matching set to the one you were wearing) from one of the drawers.

He silently took his place by your side, and took the cutting board and the knife from your hands. You watched in awe as he skillfully sliced the onions in perfect shape.

“Do you need me to cut the carrots too?” You hadn’t noticed that he’s finished until you heard his voice close in your ears. That night, the two of you cooked together for the first time and there was something so intimate and so special about it.

“This feels nice,” you commented as Ushijima now worked on slicing the raw chicken fillet. “I thought you didn’t know how to cook.”

“I’ve been practicing.” His answer surprises you. You can’t help but imagine him watching cooking tutorials and the thought makes you smile.

“Really? And what exactly motivated you to learn how to cook?”

Ushijima stops and turns to you with the warmest look in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t want you to do all the cooking in the future.” He grasps and kisses the back of your hands. “I wouldn’t be doing my job as your partner if you don’t let me serve you too.”

You don’t know which of the two takes your breath away—the way he looked when he said those words or the indirect proposal he just made. Either way, you were already looking forward to the future he’d just proclaimed.

SAWAMURA DAICHI;

your friends always said that daichi seems like the type of guy you’d bring to meet your parents

they weren’t wrong. he was the best partner anyone could ever ask for

you often find yourself wondering if marriage was ever on his mind

what you don’t know is that daichi had been carrying a ring box everyday since college graduation, just waiting for the right moment

Daichi clutches the material of his coat, hugging his body tighter as he stood and waited in front of your office building. He spots you walking with a friend and his lips curl upward into a smile. When you turn to look his way, he feels like a giddy high school boy as his heart skips a beat at the eye contact.

You bid your friend goodbye and run towards his waiting arms. He grunts when you throw yourself at him, laughing as you relax in his hold and he runs his hands over your back.

“You worked hard today. Shall we get your comfort food or do you want me to cook at home and prepare you a hot bath?”

You smile as you consider your options. “I like the sound of the second option.”

He takes your hands and brings it to his lips to plant a soft kiss along your knuckles. “Let’s head home then.”

The two of you begin a silent walk to your apartment complex. Lately, he’s been busy with his police work that he’s rarely had the time to stop by You take a glance at him, trying to remember as much of his face for as long as you can. Because you never know when he’d ever have the luxury of spending time with you like this.

He notices you staring, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing. I just missed you.” You mutter. “Work has been keeping you too busy. It’s like you’re married to your job and I’m just your side piece.”

He laughs loudly that other passersby have turned to look your way. He says nothing, only squeezing your hands and looks at you with a glint in his eyes.

When the two of you arrived at your apartment, you made a beeline to the living room and planted yourself on the couch. You heard footsteps nearing and stopping at the side of the sofa.

Daichi had kneeled beside your position, his face inches away from yours when he calls your name. At the sound of his voice, you open an eye and see him holding out a ring in front of you. You sit up immediately, mouth hanging open as you search for the words to say but he beats you to it.

“You said earlier that you feel like I’m married to my job, and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that but,” he pauses to stop the tears that threatened to fall. “But my job can’t compare to you. At the end of the day, I’ll leave work and come home to you.”

You’re both crying messes when Daichi takes your hand and positions the ring on your fourth finger. “Will you marry me?” Of course, you said yes.

BOKUTO KOTARO;

bokuto loves with his whole heart and he treasures you like you’re his world

your steadfast feelings made him confident and assured

but whenever a fight breaks between the two of you, his resolve always crumbles

when he realizes that nothing scares him more than the fact that he could lose you, that’s when he makes a promise

When Bokuto wakes up, he instinctively reaches for the other side of his bed and his heart drops when he feels nothing. He jolts up, eyes frantically searching his room for any sign that last night was not a dream.

He’s getting ready to stand up when the door opens and he sees you enter the room with a tray of breakfast in your hands. He scrambles on his feet and you’re surprised when he takes the food and places it on his desk before his arms make their way to hug you.

“I thought you’d left me again,” he mumbles in your neck. When you wrap your arms around him, Bokuto sighs and sinks further into the embrace. “I’m really sorry.”

It all started because of a petty fight. The two of you had been so busy with your own work that neither of you had time for each other. But the one time you’d both been home at the same time only resulted in an argument that led to you giving him the silent treatment for three weeks.

And those weeks were like hell for Bokuto. After that fight, he’d immediately realized his mistake and he’d called and messaged you but to no avail. Last night, you’d finally returned and Bokuto was more than relieved to see you.

“Let’s not fight ever again.” He looks at you with pleading eyes. “It was stupid of me to blame you for not having time for me when I’ve also been so occupied.”

“Bokuto…” You cup his cheeks and he closes his eyes as your hand gently caresses his face. “I’m sorry too. And I promise I’ll never disappear on you again.”

If there was one thing that he’d realized during the time when you were away, it’s that he could never live without you. He also couldn’t bear the thought of being the cause of your hurt and pain so he makes a promise.

He leans so close that you could hear the drumming of his heart. “I’ll never do anything to make you sad again. When we first got together, I told you that I’d only make you happy.”

You smile as you remember that moment when he’d asked you to be his. It was one of the best days of his and your life.

“And that’s what I’ll do from now and for the rest of our lives.” He’s inching closer and closer, your lips just a few millimeters away until you say something.

“What you said just now sounds like a wedding vow.”

He laughs, surprising you when he turns and plops down with you on the bed. He’s hovering above you playfully, “Baby, wait until you hear the rest of it.”

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shoguya · 3 years

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★ accidental love confessions.

⤹ REQUEST. So maybe the boys accidently confess their love to you via text? 🥺? With Kuroo, Suna, Sakusa and Osamu 🥺? And if you want a fifth one you choose 🥺

⤹ PAIRINGS. gn! reader x kuroo tetsurou, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi and miya osamu

⤹ GENRES. crack, fluff

⤹ WARNINGS. swearing

a/n: tysm for the request anon !!! <3 this is really cute djksks also i did it gn cause you didn’t specify. hope u like it !! ❤️

also a lil reminder that requests are open❕

— (#) 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔!

— (#) 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔!

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REBLOGS AND LIKES ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED! 💗

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milktyama · 3 years

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— ☕︎ HAIKYUU'S BIG TIDDIE COMMITTEE

synopsis: just some wholesome and midly suggestive moments with big tiddie hq men. the four horsemen of the big tiddie committee if you may

a/n: ... do i even need to say anything—

— jjk version

includes: bokuto kotaro, ushijima wakatoshi, miya osamu, iwaizumi hajime (all timeskip)

genre: fluff, some crack, suggestive, self-indulgent lmao

total wc: 746

❥︎ suggestive, if you dont like this content or under 16 block the #— hot-drink tag, manga spoilers

BOKUTO KOTARO — wc: 179

who needs a pillow when you can cuddle with bokuto and lay on his tiddies

cuddles with him are always so comfortable and it’s because he always like laying your head on his chest and then he would caress your head lovingly

and his chest is just so,,, squishy

it’s just so comfortable and warm and honestly he loves how much you love his tiddies lmfao

bokuto also loves it when you lay in between and nuzzle into his chest

his chest area is like kinda sensitive? like it’s very ticklish

but when you subconsciously bite onto his tiddies, no matter how much he wants to pull away from the tingly sensation he just does his best to suppress his urge to maybe elbow your face away

… ((bonus if you bite hard enough to leave a very light mark so when he goes to the bathroom he can see the mark on his reflection))

anyways in conclusion, bokuto adores it very much when you pay attention to his tiddies; he’ll believe his hard work training paid off haha

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — wc: 169

honestly he has no clue about how built his chest area is until he notices that you tend to spend a little more time and attention towards them

you shamelessly would linger your gaze towards his chest area whenever he’s stretching from sitting too long or when he wears a shirt that’s a little on the tighter side

and you wouldn’t be shy on complimenting on the physique of him

funniest part is that he would take it as constructive criticism towards his work out routine

this 100% leads to you needing to be a little more blunt like you literally have to straightforwardly say “your tiddies are very nice can we cuddle now”

nono the funniest part really is when he just has a poker face and says “ok” in the most monotone voice

so um yea

i’ll leave it up to your imagination of cuddling with him with your head against his tiddies

**bonus he’s shirtless so you can really indulge in the beefiness of him AHAFDJL

MIYA OSAMU — wc: 189

all the work needed for onigiri miya really paid off

osamu remained well built even after quitting volleyball

he 100% wears tighter shirts whenever you’re around when he’s working, and then you would stare at him for a little longer than normal

and that was def the effect he was going for, and he will tease you SO MUCH for it even though he was purposefully trying to get you to look at him

after work, he loves hugging you and ofc you would take this chance and snuggle into his chest, his muscles would still be warm from the blood pumping through his body from working

and that was the optimal time for cuddling him and getting the most potential of his tiddies

as much as he loves teasing you about your hyperfixation on his chest muscles, he himself gets kinda flustered when you focus so much on his tiddies

but he doesn’t stop you so it’s a win-win situation

his favorite thing you do when you’re focused on his chest is you drawing small circles around them

it’s comforting and the slight tickling sensation warms his heart

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — wc: 209

he loves/hates the large amount of attention you just seem to give to his chest muscles

he never knew that people could get so attached to a human body part and he went into sports med and encountered some people with… strange interests

that aside, he can’t deny how much he not-so-subtly adores the attention

especially when you are doing something for him; i feel pretty confident that one of iwa’s love language is acts of service

and as a trainer, his muscles are often sore and tired

you often offer him massages

he will NEVER ever admit that he feels a little warmer when you reach around and on his tiddies and then start moving your hands in circular motions, giving his pecs a nice massage

((sometimes he goes for extra reps on the pecs so you can massage his tiddies))

he would feel a little sheepish sometimes, but it also warms his heart whenever you do

though the sheepishness disappears when you become a little bold and like to… um let’s say play around a little with them hehe

bonus if you do it when you two are bathing together in the bath or the shower; it just feels more intimate and he loves that feeling

honourable committee memebers: daichi, brazil hinata, atsumu, kuroo, aone, MEIAN <3333 (i wouldve incl meian but i dont think i can characterize him but meian is so ☹😩💓)

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bokutsumie · 3 years

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Hihi ! Since requests are open may I ask for kyotani (GRR SO YUMMY QLOSKSJAKAJ) iwaizumi, yaku, and akaashi if Y/n was cooking something and being like “baby come here and taste this for me” and grabbing their jaw and holding it out for him to try 🧍🏽‍♀️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTING TO YOU GRABBING THEIR JAW TO TASTE YOUR COOKING

-> kyotani, iwa, yaku, akaashi

-> genre: fluff

-> warnings: food, swearing

-> gender neutral

-> hi bae 😏 you're my guinea pig for the new headcanon format i decided to try ! i don't know if i like this (short little scenario blurbs), or bulleted lists better. anyways i hope you like it ✊🏻 sorry kyotani's is kind of bad idk how to write for his character very well <\3

## KYOTANI !!

he was sitting on the sofa when you called him, "hey baby can you come over here and taste this for me?" and he responded quickly with "what is it? i'm sure it's fine."

"baby please? i think it needs more salt but i don't wanna make it too salty."

he stood up from his position on the couch and walked over next to you looking at the closed pot.

he was going to open the drawer next to the stove, however you rotated your body to block the drawer, opened the pot on the stove, scooped up some food, and grabbed his jaw while you shoved the wooden spoon in his mouth.

kyotani kentaro™ has stopped working. please restart the program and try again.

he wasn't the type to blush or get flustered, but you had always been his weak spot. he felt butterflies in his stomach, and decided to just enjoy the domestic moment between you two.

he's a bit of a closed off type of person and doesn't initiate much, but when you pull shit like this he loves it.

"it's fine, how long until it's done? 'm fuckin starving."

## IWAIZUMI !!

"hey baby? can you come here for a second?"

you were standing in front of the stove, and the kitchen was a mess. you were used to cooking but you were trying something new and you just didn't quite know if it tasted right.

iwaizumi swiveled on his heels down the hallway of your shared apartment, and shuffled towards your backside. he hooked his thumbs in your front belt loops and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"what's up?" his voice was lower than usual, his daily afternoon nap had accidentally turned into an evening one, only having woke up fifteen minutes prior.

"can you taste this for me? it seems like it needs something but i don't know what." you spun around, he unhooked his thumbs from your belt loops and you saw him stood in front of you, his hair tossled and eyes half-lidded, slouching now that he wasn't holding onto you.

"mhm." he replied, sleep still laced in his voice.

but when you grabbed his jaw and he felt the spoon poking at his bottom lip, his eyes were not only completely open now but it seems that his hair has a life of its own, and it's all spiky like he's just done it.

a rosy red creeps up onto his cheeks as his gives you a wide stare and hesitantly takes the spoon into his mouth, still utterly focused on your fingers gently holding his chin.

he has butterflies doing backflips in his stomach right now, and can't seem to fathom why it was necessary for you to hold his chin, but he didn't care, he loved it nonetheless.

you saw that he looked much more awake now, and he replied to your previous question with "no, it's good. what spices did you use? i like it." but he still sounded sleepy.

"okay thank you! you're never gonna sleep tonight once you completely wake up. i told you to set your alarm for 3!"

## YAKU !!

"hey! get over here. is this good?" you asked as yaku walked through the front door, just getting home.

"aw, did you miss me that much?" he replied, his tone was teasing.

"not at all. now get your ass over here before i dump the pot on your head." you two would always tease each other. you knew the other person was joking, but most people around you always ended up thinking that you hated each other.

he shuffled to your side, taking his shoes off and throwing them against the wall next to the front door in the process. "you know, i wouldn't have to ask you for cooking advice if i made dinner." he said, a shit eating grin on his face and his hands in fists at his hips.

"oh shut up, you know you'd burn the house down if i even let you touch the microwave." you spoke, grabbing his jaw and shoving the spoon in his mouth.

he was startled, to say the least. his cheeks heated up involuntary as he tried to hide the fact that you may or may not have given him major butterflies.

"it's fine, just needs some salt." he said the last part quietly, just to irritate you a little more, he couldn't hurt his pride too much. he walked past you and dumped the spoon in the sink, but not before flicking the back of your head first. you rolled your eyes as you kept stirring. idiot, you thought.

## AKAASHI !!

you heard the thumping of his footsteps descending down the wooden stairs, signaling that akaashi was probably coming down to see how dinner was going. considering, you were supposed to be done with it twenty minutes ago.

akaashi wasn't impatient, he had just wondered if you hurt yourself or broke something because there had been less clangs and bangs coming from the kitchen for the past couple minutes.

"hey baby, can you come taste this for me? i've remade it tons of times and it just doesn't taste right."

"of course. i was a bit worried you had given up a while ago because it was kind of quiet. i'm glad you didn't because i'm hungry." his last sentence was a mumble. you're accompanied by him at your side not too short afterward.

"smells good," he slings a hand around your waist, "i'm sure it's fine, you made it." the last part hummed against your skull as he placed his lips on your forehead.

you turned in his grip and he still held his hand on your waist, adding his other to your left side now. now, you used one hand to hold the spoon, and the other cupped underneath it to make sure it wouldn't spill. you guided it toward him, and as he took the spoon in his mouth, you moved your free hand and placed a few fingers below his chin, making sure it didn't spill.

akaashi adored domestic moments like this, he wouldn't call himself a sap but he sure didn't mind having moments like these frequently. you stroked your thumb over his jaw a bit before you released your hand to place the spoon on the counter.

one of his hands moved up to squeeze your shoulder. "it's good, i like the flavor. we should eat soon so we can go to bed early, you look sleepy."

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mmilkbreadd · 3 years

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little things ; aces edition.

summary: things they like about you.

Masterlist.

(reblogs are always appreciated)

➜ BOKUTO K: “Dear Patience”

Kōtarō likes how patient you are with him. We all know that Bokuto is very outgoing and social, but not everyone likes him because of his manners. He is always jumping, screaming, and expressing his emotions 24/7, even in the most embarrassing moments. Bokuto really needs a partner who can “handle” him as his boyfriend. This is where you appear. No one understands him as you do, and no one embraces him as you do either. Kōtarō believes that you are like a superhero (your strength is your patience) and he feels strong by your side. Whenever he thinks he is noisy, he will stare at you to see if you are tired of his behavior, but you will stare back at him and tell him to continue talking. Because you are listening. Although he knows that many people find him annoying, he knows that you think the opposite.

➜ SAKUSA K: “Spaces”

Kiyoomi likes the space you give him. Sakusa is not the most ‘touchable’ guy you know, he’s not too approachable either. He needs personal space; however, this is not your fault at all, it's just that when people disturb him, he is not satisfied with it. Of course, you were able to approach him more than others, but you knew when to step back and let him be alone with his thoughts. Kiyoomi wanted to be beside you all the time, but sometimes when the room was too crowded, not even you were the comfort he needed. Your respect towards his actions was his favorite thing about you because you never questioned them. You just did it when he wasn’t happy at all. Even if you have to leave him alone, even if he feels sorry for you, he is happy that you do such a thing for him. You are amazing with Sakusa, and he won’t ever forget that.

➜ USHIJIMA W: “Fearless”

Wakatoshi likes that you are fearless beside him. Ushijima is a very, very, very big guy, so people are often scared of him because of his giant demeanor, or if not scared, intimidated at least. Because of all of that, people would often stare at him while walking down the street, but he’s used to it by now. When he met you though, he was surprised at first, because you didn’t judge him at first glance; you didn’t say anything about his height or strong physique. You weren’t scared of him either, which surprised him even more. Now every time you two walk together on the street and people stare at Ushijima, you grab his arm and pull him closer to you. No one is judging your boyfriend, not if you can prevent it. Wakatoshi is so happy that you don’t fear him… Or that you even defend him from those unwanted glances.

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june-again · 3 years

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— they break down in front of you.

-> sugawara, iwaizumi, tendou, akaashi, kuroo, bokuto, daichi

[ angst, gn!reader, sad emotions ] [note: you’re not alone, whatever you’re going through. there will always be someone willing to listen. ]

SUGAWARA KOUSHI — tells you he’s sorry he’s never good enough, pressing you into his embrace as if he’s afraid you’ll leave. he wishes that he could do better, and make you want to stay with him forever, but he’s afraid that no matter what, he won’t be able to get what he has been working for. he wishes you didn’t have to see him like this. as you assure him that he’s everything to you, you can hear him quietly sob and you know he’s trying his hardest to hide it.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — finally explains that he’s tired of feeling underappreciated. he’s worked so hard to be where he is and do everything he’s done; he’s come so far, and yet it always always feels like there’s someone out there to outshine him. he turns away from you, but you see the tears escape his eyes and you pull him close. you remind him that no matter what, he’s the brightest star you see and he doesn’t have to be the best of the best to be perfect. he nods, and you can tell he wishes he knew what to say.

TENDOU SATORI — won’t say it, but it’s clear he’s tired of feeling like an abnormality. he quietly describes how lonely it is to feel misunderstood, that he just wants to be loved but feels like anything you’ve done for him has been out of pity. you embrace him and smile encouragingly, telling him that you love him for who he is, that he doesn’t have to fit in to have a place in your life. he kisses you because he’s afraid that he’ll say something more to disappoint you.

AKAASHI KEIJI — is exhausted. he’s tired of working every day, of waking up in the morning, of putting up with everything as life seems to go on endlessly. he wishes that he could say he wasn’t tired of you, but he explains that every moment with you is a reminder that he can’t do anything right anymore. he laughs quietly at how he sounds to himself; helpless, useless, as-good-as-dead. you say with trembling lips that he’s doing so well and that you’re sorry he feels this way. you assure him that he’ll get it back, that fervor he’s looking for. you tell him you’ll stand by his side and help him get through this. he thanks you from the bottom of his heart, and the next day you find a more in depth note from him with all the words he couldn’t say at the time.

KUROO TETSURO — wishes he knew how to process emotions better. he tells you that he knows he’s been feeling off, but he doesn’t know what to do with it or who to talk to or whether it will pass on its own. after a moment’s hesitation, he murmurs that he’s afraid of this unknown, afraid it will catch him off guard at the wrong moment and take over. you tell him that you’ve felt that way many times yourself and that that darkness inside him isn’t going to consume him if he confronts it like he is now. he admires you with tears forming in your eyes, unsure where’d he be without you.

BOKUTO KOTARO — finally divulges in you through many tears that he frequently hates himself, that he has so many regrets about the way he’s treated others that it makes everyday harder. he’s so filled with self-doubt that he doesn’t know what he’ll ever be able to do to rewrite his actions. he wish he could do things right the first time. you assure him that his mistakes make him human, that you wouldn’t love him just because he does everything right. you promise that you don’t hold anything against him and that many people love him for who he is, and that he can’t change the past. he pulls you into his arms, whispering his love for you into your shoulder.

SAWAMURA DAICHI — explains steadily that he feels so much weight and pressure that he’s afraid to let himself feel any more emotions than he’s supposed to. he smiles at you, saying that this just comes with his duties that he chose to take up, that it’s no one’s fault but his own. you shake your head at him and plead with him to let himself be human sometimes. he looks surprised that you don’t treat it the way he does, but as you continue to beg him to feel, he feels like his heart is shattering and he embraces you. you can feel his chest heaving, and you realize that he must have been holding this in for so long — too long.

NAVIGATION

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi loses his wedding ring.

Pairing: Sakusa / f! reader

Genre: Unadulterated fluff

Wordcount: 600

Link to Masterlist

Previously: Sakusa Kiyoomi. Bokuto Koutaro. Kuroo Tetsuro. Akaashi Keiji

Part 2 here!

You open the door to find your home in a complete mess.

The sofa is slanted (Omi loves his right angles so he’s going to scream), the coffee table is upended (how did it even do that), hell, even your frying pans are scattered all over the kitchen floor. Your first thought is that you’ve been burgled. In hindsight, that’s a pretty laughable assumption – come on, no burgler would be take the trouble of excavating the contents of your fridge.

But at this juncture, rational thought escapes you as you barge into the house with shoes askew, because Omi should be home by now and if anyone dares to harm even one precious, curly strand of hair on his head you will stab them with your sharpest stilettos–

“Omi, what’s going on?”

Sakusa Kiyoomi, all of six foot four, stares up at you from under your bedframe with the air of a mournful cat, one that’s lost its favourite toy and desperately needs its owner’s help to hunt it down.

You stifle the demented laugh that’s threatening to tear its way through your chest, choosing instead to take a seat on the floor next to your husband, who only huffs instead of verbalizing his complaints.

“You wanna tell me what happened, darling?”

He wriggles out from beneath the bed, deliberately avoiding your gaze. “Hey, none of that”, you coo, cupping his cheeks to gently turn his face towards you. “You know you can tell me anything right? What’s bothering you, Omi?”

You can feel the heat diffusing from his cheeks to the skin of your fingertips when he mumbles almost shamefacedly – “I lost my wedding ring”.

“Oh”, you tilt your head, mildly confused. “Okay. Shall we get another one then?”

Kiyoomi glances at you in surprise, mouth falling open.

“You’re not mad?”

Your brows pinch together. “No, not at all…Why would I be?”

“My wedding ring is supposed to be a symbol of my commitment to you, to our marriage”, each syllable trembling with the stress he places on it. “And – and I lost it”.

“Oh, Kiyoomi”. You drop an affectionate kiss to each dark mole on his face, your way of comforting your husband when he loses himself in his head, when worries plague his mind.

“It’s just a piece of metal, sweetheart. Who cares if you lose it? Our vows to each other haven’t changed. In good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer –“

“I’ll love and honour you all the days of my life”, he murmurs, a soft smile on his face.

You find yourself blinking away tears.

“Until death do us part, Omi. Nothing is going to change that. Not you losing your ring, nothing.”

“Yeah?”

You gather him into your arms, let him tuck his head under your chin. You count your lucky stars that this beautiful, sweet man has deemed you fit to be the caretaker of his heart for life.

“Yeah.”

You both stay that way for a while, Omi curled up in your arms, pliant and completely content until your stomach growls in protest.

“We’re gonna need to clean the kitchen up so I can feed myself, as much as I love snuggling on the floor.”

Omi makes a sound of protest.

“Come on, up! Hey, maybe the vacuum cleaner got hungry too and ate your ring – “

You regret your words as Omi strides off, snapping on a pair of gloves, glaring malevolently at the innocent robot vacuum.

“OI DON’T TAKE THAT APART!”

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ellewords · 3 years

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haikyuu boys + an unsent love letter

request from anon : I was wondering if you’d be up for writing something for Atsumu, Ushijima and Sugawara (in whatever format you think fits the request) where you’ve been dating for a bit, but they find the love letter you were going to give them to confess but ended up not having to because they confessed first.

fic notes : atsumu, ushijima, sugawara x gn!reader, fluff, scenarios, wc: ~0.48k each

from elle ! aaaah i love the idea of an unsent love letter so so much !! tysm for requesting and i hope you like it ! <3

he was never meant to find it, you were even unsure if you were going to give it to him in the first place. you remember the breath of relief you let out when he was the one who confessed first, grateful that the letter would never see the light of day. now there it sits, neatly folded in between the pages of your favorite book — the one you had asked him to get from your room.

he flips through the pages out of genuine curiosity, stopping in his tracks when the letter falls and gently lands on his feet. a brow raises when his name is the first thing he sees, scrawled on top of the cream colored paper. the faint scent of your perfume a little too inviting to stop him from reading through, gaze hanging along each and every line, holding on to your every word. his heart beat picks up with each sweet compliment, at the memory of when you realized you had fallen in love with him. by the time he reaches your name signed with the smallest of hearts, a gasp escapes him; you had written him a love letter.

➹ miya a.

“didn’t i tell you to just call for me if you can’t find it?” you sigh, turning the corner to your bedroom.

your eyes grow wide the second your gaze lands on the familiar piece of paper, your handwriting peeking out, book long forgotten on your desk. atsumu only stares at you, letter in hand, a bewildered look on his features. his throat goes dry, every single word in his vocabulary disappearing from his mind.

“oh.” a hand makes its way to the back of your neck, looking at everything in your room but him, “please, don’t worry about that. it’s just a silly little thing, i can throw it away of you want—”

atsumu steps back, hiding the letter behind him and immediately cutting off your rambling, “no! don’t! why didn’t ya tell me ya wrote this, hmm?”

he tries to feign confidence, but the giddy tone that laced his words complete gives him away. atsumu wants to smirk, but his heart betrays him, immediately spreading into a grin before he could even blink. love letters aren’t exactly a foreign concept to him, receiving a handful of them almost every week from people who claimed to be fans of his. but this one is different, this one is from you.

“you confessed first.” you shrug your shoulders, trying to seem nonchalant about the entire matter. but truthfully, your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest, would something like this scare him away?

“well, i wouldn’t have done that if i knew this was waitin’ for me!” he pushes the letters towards your hand, and you knew exactly what he wanted you to do.

there are times wherein you wonder why you liked atsumu as much as you do, at least enough to write him a letter proclaiming that you did. you shake your head, taking the piece of paper and stepping out of your own bedroom. only to step back inside and hand him a letter that he had already read; rolling your eyes as you watch his gaze quickly travel from end to end.

“didn’t you already read—” you groan, wanting to spare yourself from any further embarrassment. realizing in hindsight just how sweet and flowery — probably nauseating — your letter had been. but atsumu only holds a single a hand up, insisting that you let him finish.

your foot taps on your bedroom floor, growing impatient as he seemed to be taking his time. all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and forget you had written it in the first place. unfortunately, atsumu’s enjoying it just a little too much.

“awe, yn, i like ya too!” atsumu exclaimed, engulfing you in his arms immediately after he finishes rereading, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“we’ve been dating for a couple of months, ‘tsumu.” you deadpanned, but leaning into his touch anyways.

“shhh, lemme have this will ya?”

➹ ushijima w.

it’s been about ten minutes since you asked ushijima to fetch you your favorite book. as far as you can recall, it can’t be too difficult to find — it was simply paced on your desk, it would have been the first thing he sees the second he entered. you sigh, deciding to check up on him.

ushijima’s sitting on the edge of your bed, letter in hand. you can’t exactly tell what he’s thinking; he looks the way he always does, mouth pressed into a thin line, eyes unblinking. but he looks up at you when you give a couple of gentle knocks on your already open wooden door.

“you’ve written me a love letter.” his tone is flat, neatly folding it in three — returning it to the state he had found it in. but he makes no attempt in handing it back to you, keeping it in his hand, grip as gentle as he can make it.

“i did.” you nodded, clearly embarrassed. if it weren’t for tendou insisting that you write his best friend a letter confessing all of your feelings, it wouldn’t have existed in the first place. and part of you just wishes you hadn’t listened to him, at least you wouldn’t be in this situation.

ushijima doesn’t know why you’re so flustered, wasn’t it a good thing to express one’s emotions openly? at least that’s what tendou told him before he could gather up every single ounce of courage he had to confess you. his heart flutters, remembering the words you had written about him; not exactly used to be on the receiving end of such direct and honest affection.

“may i keep it?”

his question catches you off guard, head snapping up to look him directly in the eyes. your mouth parts, throat going dry. that letter was far too saccharine to be appealing in any way, shape, or form. and yet here he was, asking if he could keep it. “are you sure? you don’t have to do this? i could throw it out if it makes you feel weird.”

“why would it make me feel weird?”

well, it does make him feel weird. but not in the way you think it would. his heart beats just a little too fast for his liking, filling him with an unexplainable energy that coursed through his veins, a feeling like any other that he had experienced before. his stomach feels all funny, like something in there was doing somersaults.

“please let me keep it, yn. it…it means a lot coming from you.”

ushijima’s tone is sincere, voice quiet as he gazes into your eyes, the corner of his mouth twitched up into a small, hopeful smile.

“alright.”

you never realize the full extent of how much that letter means to him until one of his teammates sends you a picture of him reading it before a big game, blush on his cheeks and a hint of a smile on his face.

➹ sugawara k.

you hear a noise from your bedroom, possibly a screech; all you knew is that it’s loud and high-pitched, vaguely sounding like your boyfriend’s voice. of course, you immediately rush into the room, nearly slipping a couple of times from the suddenness in your movements, “oh gosh, what’s going on? i heard you scream. are you okay? are you hurt?”

suga coughs, placing a hand on your desk to support his body as he leaned against it, “well, well, well, yn.”

play it cool, sugawara. just play it cool. he reminds himself, letting out a breath as he tries to reign in the smile that threatened to spread across his face.

you narrow your eyes at him, gaze flickering across the entirety of his features, taking in the smug look on his face. it’s not always that you get to see it, but whenever you do, it always sends shivers down your spine, making you nervous. “why are you talking to me like you’re a cartoon villain?”

“what’s this?” he smirks, presenting the letter from behind him before playfully moving the letter around directly in front of your face, taunting you. suga’s unable to resist, his initial plan of playing it cool immediately thrown out the window.

“oh no…” you mumble, immediately recognizing the piece of paper almost immediately, feet glued to the floor as he skips around you.

“oh yeeeees.” suga practically sings, waving the paper around. he’s teasing, but truthfully, he’s seconds away from swooning. you’re too busy trying to convince the floor to swallow you up to notice the small blush that spread across his cheeks, the way his voice shook in excitement with every word that left his lips.

“if you’re going to act like this,” you frowned, making a move to grab the letter in his hands, “i might as well just throw it out.”

suga gasped, gently pushing your hands away and heading to the farthest corner of the room, “no!”

“why not?” you asked, voice getting much louder than you had originally expected, “it’s gross and it’s way too sweet and corny and that’s why you’re making fun of me now, it’s embarrassing i don’t even know why i had written it in the first place.”

you had fallen to the edge of your bed by the time you ended your little ramble, head in your hands. the teasing smile on suga’s face falls, moving to sit beside you.

“i’m sorry, please don’t throw it away. i actually want to keep it.” suga wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, “i’m just excited the most amazing person in the world likes me enough to write me a love letter. i definitely don’t deserve it.”

“of course you do.” you mumble, placing your head on his shoulder, “you deserve all the love letters in the world.”

“as do you, darling.”

a couple of days later, you find a love letter carefully placed in your bag.

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kurooisdbest · 3 years

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LAZY ASS (a platonic smau)

⩥ Pairing: Kunimi Akira, Kenma Kozume, Suna Rintaro x F! Reader (Platonic) ⩥ Synopsis: What happens when 4 lazy university students room together? nothing. absolutely nothing.

In which, having your 3 best friends graduate before you, they leave you in the “capable” hands of their handpicked successors.

⩥ Tags/Warnings: University AU!, Roommates AU!, Swearing, Alcohol, and Drugs (🌿)

⩥ Genre: Fluff & Crack

⩥ Format: Smau + written !

this story will be written in the same format as Ace of Cups

⩥ Status: On-going!

⩥ Last Updated : June 3, 2021

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DISCLAIMERS! All Haikyuu Characters belongs to Haruichi Furudate. Plot is owned by kurooisdbest.

A/N: It’s my first time writing a piece that focuses on a platonic relationship with the boys but i hope this turns out how i imagined it to be <(' .' )>

also, this is quite self serving im sorry fjsjnf but I hope you like it! <3

prologue

chapter one

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chapter three

chapter four

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bokutosworld · 3 years

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unexpected visit | sakusa k.

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader word count, genre: 1.3k words, family au, fluff. warning: pregnancy mention. summary: what was supposed to be an ordinary training day became a day full of surprises when sakusa’s little girl came running through the gym doors.

It’s almost lunchtime when the doors to the MSBY training gym opens and a shrill, cheery shout takes the attention of the players away from the practice match.

“Papa!” The source of the voice comes running inside, her little feet taking her from across the door to the middle of the court where Sakusa was standing dumbfounded. His eyes are blown wide and it wasn’t until Atsumu chuckles and nudges his shoulder that he comes back to reality and catches his daughter in his arms.

Shiomi’s eyes are sparkling with delight and her smile is as bright as the sun that the mere sight of it is enough to rid Kiyoomi of his exhaustion. He finds himself letting out his own chuckle, wiping her face of sweat and brushing away few strands of hair that have fallen astray on her face.

“What are you doing here? Where’s your Mom?”

As if on cue, heavy footsteps echo in the gym, you stop by the doors, panting as you’ve just tried to keep up with your energetic child. You fix your stance, ready to scold Shiomi who was now nuzzled close to your husband’s chest when Bokuto and Hinata come to your side. They help take the heavy bag slung on your shoulders and lead you towards a bench.

Your husband catches the piercing look in your eyes and turns to his daughter, “What did you do?”

But when she lets out an innocent grin and her pleading eyes, Sakusa could not find it in himself anymore to get mad at her.

—

Due to the sudden but welcome interruption, the coaches decided to let the team have an early break. The players dispersed, some sprawled out on the floor and others exiting the venue to head towards the cafeteria.

However, much to Sakusa’s dismay, his three buddies—Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata—insisted on tagging along on his supposed alone time with his family. Shiomi, on the other hand, was very excited to play and spend time with her uncles. In fact, the four-year-old was very much taken with the setter who always seemed to entertain her and shower her with affection.

The group of you settled on having lunch by the park just across the gym. The boys were surprised by your preparedness, having brought a blanket which you laid on the grass and took out different bento boxes.

As the boys gasped in awe of the food sitting right before their eyes, you apologized, “I don’t know if I made enough. We just came here on a whim because someone,” your eyes narrowed at your girl who only hid behind Atsumu. “Was crying so much and wanted to go see her father. I just used whatever’s left in our refrigerator, I hope this is okay.”

Bokuto clapped his hands and said a quick thank you, “Don’t sweat it, Sakusa-san. This is more than enough.”

“Besides, we also have our own lunch. We’ll just have a taste of some,” Hinata added and the boys proceeded to eat.

You felt a hand slide around your waist, pulling you close and before you knew it, you were leaning on Sakusa’s side. He presses a kiss on your temple, “Thanks for this.”

“No problem.”

—

The whole lunch break passed by in a blink of an eye. Shiomi truly enjoyed the presence of her three uncles who indulged her childish stories. Atsumu kept her close by, placing her on his lap as she talked about the cartoon that she watched that morning. Bokuto and Hinata were listening intently, occasionally making her double over in laughter with their jokes.

Meanwhile, you and your husband were cuddling and taking shade under the tree. The two of you sat in silence, with Kiyoomi’s arms wrapped around you and his hand caressing your arm was making you sleepy. The soft breeze from the wind makes you slightly shiver and Kiyoomi notices this.

“Are you cold?”

“What do you think,” you playfully retort.

You catch the way his eyes crinkle in amusement at your reply. He shakes his head, “And you wonder where our kid gets her sarcastic side.”

“I hate you.”

He hums, “You love me.” In a rare display of public affection, he tilts your face toward his, pulling you close to him and leaning until his lips are only few centimeters away from yours.

Only then, Shiomi comes tumbling in to Sakusa’s lap.

“Papa, let’s go! Uncle Atsumu says it’s time for practice again!”

Sakusa groans, sending a glare towards Atsumu who only responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he stands up and takes Shiomi by her hand. “Why don’t you go ahead with them? I’ll help Mommy with the bags.”

She pouts and pretends to think it over a minute before bouncing on her heels and going to Atsumu’s side.

You snicker, “I swear, Shiomi only listens to you. It’s clear that you’re her favorite parent.”

Sakusa is taking the lunch boxes and placing them neatly inside the eco-bag. “Can’t beat Atsumu, though. If he offered to take her away for the weekend, I’m sure Shiomi will go with him. No questions asked.”

“Hm, that wouldn’t be so bad though.” You easily slip your hand in his, giving it a little squeeze before leaving the park. “We could ask Atsumu to babysit for one weekend, and we could, you know.” You send a teasing smirk his way and he catches on, tugging you closer by the waist.

“Oh? I like the sound of that.”

The two of you continue walk in sync, a few steps behind Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata who were all taking turns holding Shiomi’s hand. You smiled at the sight, thankful that Kiyoomi’s friends adored your daughter.

You jump in surprise when you feel a hand on your stomach. Stopping in your tracks, you watch Sakusa feel for your tiny bump.

“You shouldn’t tire yourself out anymore,” he worries, remembering how disheveled you look earlier when you appeared in the gym. “It’s bad for you and the baby.”

It was honestly cute and touching how Sakusa often fusses over you over the littlest things. Your heart warms thinking about how he has been the greatest husband when you were pregnant with Shiomi. Not once did he take his eyes off you, making sure that you didn’t work as hard, and always tried his best to give in to your cravings. When Shiomi was born, Sakusa was over the moon and it amazed you how he doted on and cared for her.

And with a second child on the way, you could only look forward to see how else Sakusa would exceed your expectations.

“I know. I’m sorry,” you place your hand on top of his. “But it wasn’t just Shiomi who wanted to see you today, you know.” Reaching inside your bag, you pull out a familiar brown envelope. Sakusa looks at you expectantly, his eyes glued to the paper you were holding.

“I went to the doctor yesterday and got an ultrasound.” He gasps and turns the paper over his hands, scanning over the sonogram. “We’re having a boy.”

Sakusa feels warm all over. And he’s embracing you, careful as he wraps his arms around your fragile body, and catches your lips with his. You feel him smile in the kiss and you melt further in to his touch.

When he breaks away, he leans his forehead on yours, whispering the words you’ve heard hundreds of times but it were words that you will never get tired of,

“I love you. Always.”

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paradise-creator · 3 years

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Karasuno boys as how guys confessed to me

Queen's notes: Pffft, the title says it all. I wonder why I find myself in these situations.

➤ Confessed on Valentines day with a handmade card and inside was a poem.

Sugawara, Asahi, Daichi, Ennoshita

➤ School ended and he just whispered "I like you" into your ear and bolted

Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Narita, Sugawara, Tanaka

➤ Mid-doing something just blurted out a short confession

Hinata, Nishinoya, Yamaguchi, Kinoshita, Tanaka

➤ Said it out right short and simple, I like you and acted like nothing happened afterwards

Tsukkishima, Kageyama, Daichi, Asahi (tried but failed)

➤ After receiving advice from you, he repeated the exact words you told him

Sugawara, Tsukkishima, Asahi, Kinoshita

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milktyama · 3 years

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— HEART OF GOLD

chapter one. oh no he's hot

pairing: timeskip!miya atsumu x olympian!reader

wc: 1.4k

warning: brief mention of sex

directory. | ch.2

You stretched your arms over your head as the plane finally landed in Tokyo. You tried yawning a few times and heard the pop of your ears, feeling a sense of relief afterward. Adjusting your mask, you looked over at your teammate who stood up to get the carry-ons from the upper compartments.

It was five days, or maybe six, the time zone difference confused your inner clock, before the Tokyo Olympics. You felt the blood rush through your body, running cold at your fingertips but heating up on your cheeks. It was finally time; after an unfortunate year of delay. Though it wasn’t the first time you qualified for the Olympics, in fact, it was just your second time, you felt ecstatic.

It was a long journey to make it here, but now the moment was right in front of your eyes and you were going to make the most of it. Your eyelids felt a little heavy from the flight, the fatigue slowly spreading throughout your body.

After a round of tiring tests and examinations, you finally got into a bus that directly drove you to the infamous Olympic Village. You rested your chin on your palm, watching the roads of Japan as your senior teammates were talking about the village.

“I heard this year the village was going to be a lot better than previous Olympics! I guess it is Tokyo after all!”

“Of course it will be. I heard the night view would be even better. Maybe I should slip my number to one of the athletes from another sport,” they giggled away. Although the idea excited you, your heart was fixated on your goal, the gold medal. Or at least you hoped. Maybe getting the autographs and pictures with the previous gold medalists would also make a good alternative.

The bus crossed a bridge over water and entered the Olympic Village and the view of tall buildings and flags of hundreds of countries entered your view. With the sky tinted pink from the setting sun, it only enhanced the overall beauty of the village.

The many buildings didn’t overwhelm your surroundings, still providing a breathtaking view of the bridge you crossed moments ago. You could hear the sway of the freshwater by simply just watching how clear it looked. Rather than a city or a village, the area felt more like a fancy college campus with a beautiful skyline.

You could tell your team had arrived when the bus stopped in front of a tall building, the upper floors adorned with your country’s flag. Right under your floors, you could see Japan’s flag hanging from the walls. The contrast yet the complementary combination of your country’s flag and theirs makes for a very pleasing look. You thought it would be nice to meet some people from the area during your stay.

Pulling your luggage behind you, you were kindly greeted by the staff holding little paper flags of your country on a stick, each of them waving them in the air and providing your team a warm eye smile. The gesture truly warmed your heart, but what your body really needed was a shower and to go straight to bed.

You tried giving the staff the same eye smile back, doing your best to scurry away into your room, though your efforts seem to not bear any fruit. Clueless as to what to do next, you bowed your head a few times towards the staff and placed a hand on one of your teammates' backs, pushing them towards the direction of the elevator.

When they finally budged, you breathed a sigh of relief, the last ounce of energy in your body slowly fading. Before the doors closed, you heard the doors from the entrance opening as a large group of men in red track jackets and white track pants approached the front desk, the staff now holding different flags to welcome the new team.

Before you could take a better look at the team who you assumed were going to share the building with, the doors of the elevator closed shut, cutting off your sight of them completely. The last thing the corner of your eyes managed to catch was the silver of freshly bleached hair with a dark undercut and a pair of what you thought were strangely thick eyebrows that somehow intrigued you.

Maybe you did have a little more energy in your left.

With your mind now busy, you couldn’t help but feel the heat rise into your cheeks and this time it wasn’t because of the excitement over the Olympics.

Making your way towards your room with three of your teammates, you hoped that they at least provided a decently comfortable bed. As you opened the door, you were met with a comfortable-sized common area with a fridge and a round table in the middle with colourful chairs, each representing the Olympic rings. The walls were a solid white.

You made a beeline towards one of the rooms, one of your mates following behind. It had the same plain white walls from the common areas but the room was lit brightly by the window. It was a comfortable size, with two beds on the sides of the room. Slumping on top of one of the beds, you melted into the pillowy surface as your lids slowly fluttered shut.

“Oh wow, these beds really are made of cardboard.” Your eyes snapped open to their statement.

“What?” you groaned.

“You know, the cardboard beds! I saw on twitter that these were supposed to be anti-sex since they would collapse if there were two people on it.”

If you thought your cheeks couldn’t get any warmer, well now they would be on fire. Maybe it was the bad timing, but your mind flashed to the glance of the mysterious man with the blond undercut with thick brows and you quickly buried your face into your pillow. You snuggled into the cold side of the pillow in attempts to cool your face down.

“I-I’m going to sleep now!” you tried to sound normal, though that didn’t seem to be working too well.

“Don’t you want to shower first? If you really want to sleep I’ll let you shower first,” they offered.

“No no it’s ok!” you exclaimed a little too loud, “I’ll shower in the morning. Goodnight!” You wrapped the blanket tightly around you in attempts to hide the embarrassment somewhere under the covers if possible. Fatigue finally overtook you, your body finally relaxing under the comforters, your conscious blacking into dreamland.

Stepping out onto the small balcony, you felt a chill through your bones as the temperature of your body changes from the one of your fresh shower to the one of a cool summer morning. It was quite nice. Due to the early hour, it was quite quiet and not many were awake with the exception of a few athletes going on morning runs.

You basked in the morning sun, the rays reflecting onto the water and giving your building a little extra brightness that was comforting. Japan really lived up to the name of the rising sun you thought. Maybe you should go get an early breakfast at the 24 hour canteen? Or maybe you should follow the steps of the people outside now and take a quick run. Maybe not since you just showered. Maybe-

“A-A-ACHOOOOOO!!!”

All the hairs on your skin stood up in shock. The aggressive sneeze was followed by a grunting noise and some words in a language foreign to you were murmured under their breath. You looked around and followed the direction of the noises. You peaked down to the balcony underneath yours and peaked a familiar silver of blond.

Scratching your head in thought, you ceased to realize your own humming, causing the blond to tilt his head up towards your direction. Your eyes locked, his brown eyes turning into a honey hazel from the sunlight. You were mesmerized by them as he was with yours reflecting the sunlight as well.

When you realized how long the two of you have been looking into the other, you let out a yelp and shrunk back into a corner of your balcony, and covered your face in embarrassment. It was the guy from the entrance!

Oh no, and he was hot.

directory. | ch.2

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