Hiiii , i really like your blog! your hurt/comfort r so well written i swearrr !!
so , i wanted to ask u of you could do a angst to fluff /hurt comfort with tsukishima, iwaizumi, and osamu plz ! Any prompt i dont really care lmaooo
Have a great day :)) <3
hi hi darling!! thank you so much :((( 💓💓 you’re so sweet and thank YOU for sending this in! i’ve been having crazy writer’s block, so this gave me some motivation to write!!
— tsukishima, iwaizumi, & osamu x gn!reader | hurt/comfort
warnings: swearing, arguments, the boys mention their ex in an argument </3 oh also these r so long & dramatic (bc i’m dramatic lmfao i’m a leo)
note from heart: ugh i kno these prompts are so common, but i love reading these kinds of stories/drabbles!! i hope you enjoy 💓
» we all know tsukishima kei isn’t the best at expressing his emotions; especially those of love & kindness
» but you know better than anyone else that he loved you more than anything & that his love for you is unconditional
» however, there are definitely moments where you both fight and things can get out of hand
» like this current argument that sprung up once he got home from work
» he came home a lot later than you had expected, but he didn’t even bother to respond to any of your text messages or return any of your calls
» and so now, about an hour later, you two were still arguing
“kei, i’m really not asking for much! if you’re gonna be home late, could you at least let me know? like answer my texts or something?” you say exasperatedly. you were starting to feel exhausted from all the bickering that’s happened in the past hour, but your words just didn’t seem to get past your boyfriend’s bitter mood.
“look, y/n, i don’t need to constantly tell you my every move and where i’m at, and you don’t need to keep waiting up for me! i swear to god, it’s like you treat me like a fucking kid!” he shouts back, throwing his hands in the air before taking a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.
he didn’t have the best day at work; too much paperwork, idiots causing a ruckus, his manager doing nothing but hounding him all day. tsukishima was ready to just go to sleep, but here he was.
“sorry for wanting to make sure you’re safe? sorry i care about my boyfriend? why is that so bad?”
“because it’s fucking annoying, y/n! you’re constantly hovering over me, smothering me all the fucking time!” he responds, turning away from you. he sighs, shaking his head, “mei was never this clingy.”
despite his tone being more hushed and quiet, you still heard him loud and clear. his words rang in your ears, practically screaming back at you in your mind in a constant loop. “mei was never this ‘clingy’ because she didn’t love you,” you let out, your voice wavering as you fought to hold your tears back.
you turned in the opposite direction, making your way to your shared bedroom and slamming the door shut. at the sound, tsukishima flinched. he didn’t mean to let those words slip, and the second they fell from his mouth he instantly regretted it.
it was true, mei never loved him, but he didn’t care much for it after he met you. you showed him nothing but love, always caring for him whether that was packing his lunch for work and leaving cute, little notes for him to see during his break or staying by his side whenever he was feeling unwell. your love was genuine and never-ending, you always had so much of it to give to him. but now he’s shut that out, refusing to accept your love all because he had a bad day at work.
he sighs again, turning around to see your bedroom door shut. he felt a pang of guilt in his chest. he knew he had to make this better, but he was never good at these kinds of things. usually when the two of you argued and things went south, you both would give each other space and then come back together to have a more civil conversation. but now it seemed that you wanted to just completely be away from him, and a conversation about this didn’t seem like an option.
on your end, you sat on the edge of the bed, letting your tears fall down your cheeks. you kept wiping them away, gasping for air after each stifled sob. you knew tsukishima didn’t care for his ex anymore, you knew he was way over her when your relationship with him progressed. he had even opened up to you about how his relationship with you has made him the happiest he’s ever been. but now you’re unsure.
you asked for one, simple thing, but it just seemed like an annoyance to him. you love tsukishima and you’d do anything to make him comfortable in your relationship, so maybe you will decide to give him space because maybe- deep down- he wishes that you were just a bit like mei. if he said it, then surely part of him meant it.
the rest of the night was silent and lonely for the both of you. you eventually got ready for bed and fell asleep, wondering if he’d even come to bed with you. but in his head, he thought it’d be best to leave you be, and so he slept on the couch.
the next morning you woke, reaching over to feel the cold sheets on his side of the bed. you scrunch your eyebrows together, feeling your heart ache knowing that he didn’t even bother to come back to bed. you sat up, rubbing your puffy eyes before making your way into the kitchen. on your way there, you heard familiar soft snores from the couch. you peek over to see your boyfriend, still in his work clothes, fast asleep.
you frown slightly. he didn’t even bother changing into comfortable clothes- he must have slept horribly last night. but you decide to give him his space, not wanting to smother him so early in the morning.
you begin making breakfast, doing your best to keep the noise down so that he could continue sleeping. you prepared a quick meal for the both of you, making sure to set aside his plate before eating on your own. you figured you’d eat before him so that he could eat his breakfast in peace.
as you finished, you began to walk out of the kitchen, noticing tsukishima rise from the couch. he stretched, wincing at the aching feeling in his back. your eyes widened, wanting to make a quick exit so that you wouldn’t disturb him. you start walking towards the bedroom, greeting him quietly and letting him know that his plate is on the table.
he barely registers what you say, but the second he sees you walking quickly back to your bedroom, he follows you.
“y/n,” he says, finally catching up to you before you can shut the door. you don’t turn around, instead beginning to fix the bed in attempts to not have a conversation with him. “y/n,” he tries again, this time his tone more calm and soft.
you want to, so badly, turn around and talk to him; to resolve everything that happened the night prior, but you were still so hurt that he mentioned his ex.
he sighs, watching you sadly, waiting for you to turn in his direction. “y/n.. baby, i-i’m sorry,” he stumbles over his words, taking a few steps closer to you. you stop your actions, wondering if you had heard him correctly. “i’m so sorry,” he says again, standing behind you, unsure if he’s allowed to touch you.
you slowly turn around, tears welling up in your eyes again at the sight of him. you’re just reminded of his cruel words, but you’re fighting between pulling him in for a hug or turning back around to ignore him. his heart drops at the sight of the tears glossing over your eyes, bringing a hand to yours.
“i’m sorry for last night.. i know,” he takes a breath, just letting his thoughts pour out of his mouth. “i know i should’ve just texted you, and i know you’re just looking out for me. i was having a bad day, but i was being a total dick about it. i’m really sorry.”
you stare at him sadly, “but why did you have to bring up her?” you sniffle, turning away from him, “am i really that annoying?” your voice was timid, droplets of tears falling onto the sheets. his heart aches even more at the sight of you and knowing that he’s made you cry once again.
he’s never thought of you as annoying, he loves the affection you give him. tsukishima isn’t the best at expressing his emotions, but he truly loves everything about you. he loves the way you care about him, loves the way you shower him with love every morning and night, loves the way you give him kisses at any given moment; he loves you.
he pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you gently. he shuts his eyes, never wanting to let you go. “i don’t think that of you. i don’t think you’re annoying or that you smother me. i love you and everything that you do for me, and you’re right. mei never loved me, but you do and that’s what matters to me,” he pulls away to look at you. you’re crying even more which makes him panic internally.
he brings a hand to cup your cheek, “you matter to me. not mei, not my coworkers, not anyone else. only you. i don’t know why i even brought her up.. i was just in a shitty mood, but that’s not an excuse to be a shit boyfriend to you.”
you smile, nuzzling your face into his hand. “you’re an asshole, kei.”
he scrunches his nose before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “yeah, well, this asshole’s in love with you.”
» arguments with iwaizumi were rare but were always quickly resolved
» you both were quite hot-headed, so sometimes these arguments could escalate rather quickly
» it would result to screaming matches, but whenever it got to that point, you both knew immediately to drop it and give each other some space
» you two loved each other dearly and always wanted the other to remember that
» no matter what was said or done, you always found a way to comfort one another
» but this time it’s different and now you’re unsure if this can be fixed
you and iwaizumi have been going at it for the past two hours. you offered to pick him up from work today, going in a bit early to see him in action at his job. you knew he had many clients, a whole variety really. but you didn’t expect to see a woman all over him, running her hands up and down his arms and smiling flirtatiously at him. and you certainly didn’t expect to see him smiling back at her, completely unfazed at another woman’s touch.
“why is it such a big deal, y/n? she’s my client! what do you want me to do, tell her i can’t see her anymore because my girlfriend said so?” he says incredulously, his expression full of frustration. you roll your eyes, “i just want to know why the hell she had her hands on you like that, hajime! and why were you just letting it fucking happen?”
you were seething, both of you were. your chests heaving up and down as you glared at one another. you both remained silent, the only sound being the both of you breathing heavily.
you scoff, beginning to turn away from him, “if you can’t tell me why then i’m going the fuck to sleep.” he lets a short laugh, “of course you are. you were always one to never finish what they started.” you ignore him, beginning to make your way back to your room, but something stops you.
“at least sonnie could actually finish an argument,” he mutters, making you snap your neck to look at him. “sonnie only finished an argument with you when they decided to leave you for good!” you shout, getting in his face.
he looks at you in shock, processing his words while guilt gradually flowed throughout his body. “wait, babe, i-“
“don’t,” you say, your tone more quiet. he opens and closes his mouth as he tries to find something to say, but nothing comes out. you turn away, continuing to walk back to your room. you enter the bedroom, slamming the door shut, making iwaizumi flinch at the sound.
he sighs in defeat, instantly regretting his words. he runs a hand through his hair, unsure of what to do. usually, at this point, you two would take a step back and try to have a calmer discussion about everything, but now you’ve shut him out and he can’t find a solution. you want nothing to do with him right now, and he knows that trying to comfort you will only frustrate you more. so he decides he’ll stay away.
but, here you are, sitting on the floor in front of your bed wishing nothing but for iwaizumi to walk into your shared bedroom and comfort you. you want him to hold you, to remind you that you are his and he is yours, to shower you with his unconditional love, and to be there to rid you of the feeling of sadness and hurt. you let yourself cry, but you feel yourself become numb to it, your tears trickling down your face as you stare at the door mindlessly.
the mention of his ex’s name hit you, and it hurt so much. you knew of his past relationship. sonnie was the only other person iwaizumi had been with. they were together for almost four years and then suddenly broke up after a tragic fight. you were there to comfort him because he was your best friend, and now he was your lover. after four years of pining, he had finally become yours.
but since he mentioned them, his first ever love, you can’t help but feel as though you were just a rebound. you feel as though he had just settled for you to fill the emptiness in his heart. you feel as though he probably doesn’t love you as much as he loved sonnie. and these thoughts and feelings alone only worsen your pain.
after what seemed like an eternity, iwaizumi decides it’s finally time to meet you and fix this. he walks cautiously towards the closed door, knocking on it softly before calling out to you. “y/n? baby? can i come in?” he asks, his voice calm and gentle. he gets no response, the feeling of his guilt once again weighing in his chest. “i’m coming in, okay?” he says again, opening the door to find coming out of the bathroom.
you had just showered, your eyes red and puffy from crying for the past couple hours. you don’t acknowledge his presence and instead make your way to the bed, laying down with your back turned to him.
he looks at you sadly, wanting nothing more than to fix this. “babe, i.. i’m really sorry. i was tired and angry and i just let it slip. i shouldn’t have done that, i was only letting my temper get the best of me. i’m so sorry, y/n,” he apologizes, cautiously taking steps closer to you.
he walks over to your side of the bed, kneeling down in front of you. you cast your gaze away from him, and iwaizumi feels his heart drop. “baby, can you look at me? please?” he pleads, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. you still don’t respond, laying before him as if you were just existing.
“i’m so sorry,” he whispers, reaching out to you, cupping your cheek and letting his thumb gently caress your skin. and that’s when you break, your tears pouring over once more, broken sobs leaving past your lips. you curl further into yourself, pushing his hand away from you. he watches you with a pained look, unsure of what to do next. “y/n, i-“
“why did you have to say their name?” you cry quietly. he drops his head, feeling so ashamed of himself. “i-i don’t know, y/n.. i was angry and-“
“and you took your anger out on me? just because i asked you why you didn’t set a boundary with your client?”
he looks back at you, finding your glossy eyes. he watches your lips tremble, your tears flowing down the side of your face. you look so heartbroken and betrayed, and iwaizumi’s heart begins to shatter.
“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that. i should’ve listened to you instead of getting angry with you. i’m so sorry, baby.. i really didn’t mean any of what i said to you,” he says, gripping the bed sheets in attempts to keep himself from crying. you take in a shaky breath, shutting your eyes again. “am i enough for you?”
iwaizumi’s eyes widen at your question. he immediately stands up and scoops you into his arms, holding you close and letting you cry into his chest. he rubs your arm soothingly, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. “of course you are, y/n. you’re more than enough for me. you’ll always be more than enough, and i’m so happy to call you mine,” he whispers, letting his own tears fall.
he always feared that you may insecure in your relationship with him. he only ever wanted you to know that your relationship with him is important and that he cherishes it so much; that he cherishes you. he only wants you to feel love from him and to always remember that you are his end game; that he will only ever want you.
“i’m so sorry, baby.. i love you more than anything, okay? i love you and only you. i promise i’ll do better to set boundaries with my clients and to be a better boyfriend to you. i’m so sorry,” he cries softly, holding you just a bit tighter, never wanting to let you go.
you continue to cry, gripping onto his shirt, hoping and praying that he never leaves you. you two stay like this, grasping onto each other for dear life.
“i love you so much, y/n. you’re all i need.”
» ever since Onigiri Miya has shot up in popularity, osamu’s been really busy
» at first you really didn’t mind!! you were so proud of him for making his dreams come true
» but now it’s become something more of you two being roommates rather than you two being a couple
» he comes home late, too tired and exhausted to even greet you with a kiss
» it had even gotten to the point where you didn’t wait up for him like you usually would
» and now here you both were, arguing all because you had asked him to spend more time with you
“why are ya makin’ this such a big deal, y/n? we live together, isn’t that enough?” he shouts, sitting down on the couch and resting his head in his hands. you move to stand in front of him, your hands crossed over your chest. “samu, we are engaged! we’re going to get married eventually, and i’m just saying it would be nice if we just spent more time together!”
“and i’m sayin’ that we live together, y/n! i see ya every single day! why is it now that yer havin’ such a problem with this?” he looks up at you incredulously, eyebrows raised at you as if he were in pure shock. you shake your head, letting out a bitter laugh, “how am i supposed to get this through your thick skull, osamu? we. are. engaged.” you point out the ring on your finger, the same ring that he proposed to you with, the same ring that signified your promise to be with each other always.
he lets out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the couch, “i know that, y/n! yer actin’ like i’m not fuckin’ aware of that! seriously, what do you want me to do? just close down my restaurant after i worked so hard to-“
“i didn’t say that, osamu! i’m happy for you, and i’m so beyond proud of you, but i’m just asking for a little bit more time with you! you’re barely home these days, and it just doesn’t feel like we’re even a couple anymore!” you cry out, your voice starting to break. you were so frustrated, all you wanted was more time with him, to lay in his arms and to kiss him good morning and good night. but now it just seems like such a bother to him, like your love for him was just an annoyance and a distraction.
he looks away from you, standing up from the couch and beginning to make his way into the bedroom. “i’m done with this conversation, y/n,” he says firmly, his voice suddenly quiet and cold. “maya never had a fuckin’ problem with me being out all the time.”
you stare at his figure in shock, your heart wrenching at the words that fell from his lips. you inhaled, looking down at the ring on your finger then back up at him. he didn’t spare you even a glance, and without a second thought, you slipped the ring off your finger and set it down on the coffee table. turning on your heels, you made your way to the entrance, grabbing your bag and keys.
you turn back around one more time, hoping that osamu would have chased after you, but he wasn’t there. your hand met the handle, turning it as you opened the door. “maya didn’t mind since she was always with another man when you were gone,” you mutter, slamming the door shut and making your way to your car.
osamu heard the loud sound from inside the bedroom, his body quickly turning back around to make his way to the living room. when he enters he notices that you’re gone. your bag and keys missing from the entrance, your shoes no longer near the door, and your ring placed sadly on the table.
he panics, mentally berating himself for even uttering his ex’s name. he frantically looks for his phone, searching for your contact name and calling you. “pick up, pick up, pick up.. please, baby, please,” he begs quietly as he listens to the never ending rings. he’s hurrying to slip on his shoes, grabbing his own car keys to make his way out to find you. but before he leaves, he snatches the ring off the table, slipping it inside his pocket.
you’ve reached y/n’s phone! please leave a message and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can!
“fuck,” he mutters, trying once more, hoping that this time you answer his call. but this time it immediately goes to voicemail, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach.
“baby? y/n, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have said that. i’m so sorry, baby.. where are ya? please call me back… please come home, i’m so sorry,” he says, his voice wavering.
he ends his message and quickly goes to send you a text, only to be interrupted by a call from his brother.
“what, tsumu?” he asks, irritated. “cut the attitude, samu. the hell is yer problem?” atsumu responds.
“my problem is that i’m tryin’ to contact my fiancé, but ya fuckin’ interrupted me-“
“y/n’s coming to my place right now. what the hell did ya say to them?” atsumu argues, his voice stern. osamu’s guilt overflows. you called his own brother, you went to atsumu for comfort. osamu swallows the sudden lump in his throat, unsure of what to say. he knew his brother would lecture him for speaking poorly to you, and he didn’t want to hear especially from him. “if ya can’t tell me what ya said to them, ‘m not lettin’ ya come see them,” his brother says over the line.
osamu panics, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “i.. i brought up maya,” he confesses, hearing his brother sigh with disappointment. “i didn’t mean to, it just-“
“if ya didn’t mean to, then why’d ya say it at all?”
osamu knew his brother was right, closing his eyes as he rested his head against the wheel. “please, tsumu, i just wanna talk to y/n,” he mutters, wishing that he could at least hear your voice. atsumu sighs, a feint knock coming from his end of the call. “well, head over then ‘cause they’re here.”
osamu was practically speeding the entire drive there, almost running two red lights before finally making it to his brother’s apartment. he rushed out of the car and knocked on the door. atsumu answered, giving his twin a pointed look, but osamu ignored him. he pushed past, looking around for you.
“ya know ya should be thanking me for lettin’ ya in my house,” the blonde tries to joke, but osamu isn’t having it. despite his brother’s attempt to try and lighten his mood, osamu wanted nothing more than to just talk to you. atsumu sighs, pointing towards the direction of his guest bedroom, “y/n’s in there. be good to them, samu.”
osamu’s eyes dart towards the door, his body cautiously moving towards it. he opens the door gently, peeking in to see you sitting down on the edge of the bed facing away from the door. “tsumu, i really want to be left alone right now, i’m sorry, but thank-“
“wrong twin, baby,” osamu tries, smiling apologetically. you turn around, scowling at the man before you. “what the hell do you want? don’t you wanna be with maya?” you seethe, turning away from him. he walks over to you, kneeling down in front of you. he gently places a hand onto yours, hoping that you’ll allow him to be there with you. but you remove your hand from his touch, making his heart fall to the pit of his stomach.
“i’m sorry, y/n. it was stupid of me to have said that, but please know that i love ya. i want to marry ya. i want to be with you, and only you. i’m so sorry,” he slowly loses his accent, he’s always done that whenever he became serious about things.
he looks at you, hoping that you’d look at him and accept his apology. you sniffle, suppressing your sobs. “samu, you’re so mean sometimes, you know?” you cry, gripping the hem of your shirt. he sighs, going to hold your hand again, and this time you don’t push him away.
“i’m sorry, baby. i’ll do better, i promise. i love you so much. maya means nothing to me now, and i know it doesn’t seem that way, but i promise that you that you are all i ever want.”
you turn your head to face him, your glossed over eyes meeting his. “i love you, samu.. i just don’t want to lose you,” you whisper, and he nods, smiling up at you. you watch as he carefully pulls something from his pocket, revealing your ring. he adjusts himself so that he’s down on one knee, holding the ring up to you.
“will ya marry me, y/n? will ya stay with me forever and let me love ya forever?”
you smile, laughing lightly. he chuckles, happy to hear that sweet sound again, “well? will ya marry me?” you can’t help but laugh more, nodding your head and allowing him to place the ring back on your finger.
osamu sits down next to you, pulling you in for a kiss. “i love you, y/n,” he says against your lips, smiling when you utter the same words back to him.
“ew, seriously?” atsumu interrupts. you and osamu turn around, fighting back your fits of laughter as you watch the blonde stand back in disgust. “in my house too? yer both disgusting!” he pauses, his expression softening a bit, “but ‘m glad ya made up.. now, ya want me to make dinner or are ya both gonna just makeout in my guest bedroom?”
🗗 STANDING WITH YOUR ARMS OPEN IN FRONT OF THEM
FT. kenma, atsumu, bokuto, ushijima
blinks blankly. he was grabbing some snacks from the kitchen when you randomly popped up with a goofy smile and a questionable stance in front of him. "is this supposed to be a new trend?" he waits for your response, only for you to shrug lightly before your smile grew wider. kenma places the packet of chips on kitchen counter before making his way towards you. "tell me if i'm doing something wrong?" and he inches closer, placing a soft kiss on your cheeks that leaves you flustered. he retracts slowly, gazing into your eyes as an obvious attempt at teasing you— which certainly worked, might you add. "was that right?" you sigh, averting your eyes to a stray corner. "you were supposed to hug me but i don't mind a kiss or two either."
this man has no clue. he was on his way to the bedroom after spending his afternoon watching match replays, only for you to greet him with a grin plastered on your face as you stood in front of him with your arms wide open. you stare at him, anticipating an answer, while he standing frozen with a perplexed face, brows creased in a way as if he's thinking of a potential response. a few seconds pass, and all he does is spread his arms in front of you, mirroring your actions. "are we t-posing?" — "tsumu, gosh, you're suppsosed to hug me!" a soft 'oh' escape his lips as he pulls you into an embrace, planting a soft kiss on your temple as you wrap your arms around his torso. "you're so dumb," you mumble, a chuckle rolls off his tongue. "at least you get to hug me." and he plops over the bed with your in his arms, pulling you impossibly closer. no, he's not getting off you anytime soon
you were lying idly on your bed when this impressive idea managed to slide inside your brain and within no time, you're on your way to your boyfriend who is busy doing whatever in his study. his brain went blank when he spot you standing with your arms wide open in the hallway, a smile climbing up his face before he sprints towards you, engulfing you in his arms ( or more like crashing into you ) as if you're going to disappear the next second. "kou what—" he pulls back, a bright smile waltzing on his lips. "what? i thought you were going to catch me." you pause, brows furrowed in confusion before you break into beads of laughter. "we're not playing that but sure, let's do it again." and he smiles, stepping away before standing with with his arms open in front of you. "your turn, sweets."
stares blankly part two, but gets the message quickly. he expects you to pull tricks on him every now and then, what he didn't expect was from you was you standing in front of him with arms wide open at eight in the morning. while you expected him to ask a few questions, ushijima pulls you into his arms without wasting another second. "did you miss me?" you didn't expect that question. well of course, he arrived late last night; late enough for you to be fast asleep. your lips curl into a smile as you pull away, hands still wrapped around his torso while his' are snaked around yours. "today's a day off so let's go on a date." now, who are you to refuse.
taglists in the rbs.
Sakusa falls in love with you first.
How he first realizes is kind of embarrassing to be honest, and he would never admit it to anyone (especially you).
It happens after MSBY lose an important match and the whole team is feeling down. Hinata’s bright smiles have turned into somber looks, Atsumu is silent for a change— but Bokuto, he’s taking it harder than everyone else.
They’re all kind of just moping about, gathering their things and getting ready to leave and all of a sudden— you faceplant right into a glass door.
Everyone’s laughing at you, even Sakusa, and so are you actually, but something in his heart just… blooms.
Bokuto hadn’t said anything since the game, just sitting silently and keeping to himself. Everyone had tried different methods to cheer him up, but he had taken the loss harder than anyone because it was his spike that went out of bounds and cost them the match.
You were frowning in a corner, and Sakusa could see the gears turning in your head.
“You can’t fix everything, y’know.” he comments, standing next to you. “He’ll get over it soon.”
You didn’t tear your gaze away from the wing spiker, but you gave a small nod of acknowledgement to show you were listening.
“I can try though.” there’s a determined edge to your voice, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it.
He finds your words endearing, and there’s something warm building in his chest; but all he does is say, “Sure.”
That’s how it all leads to the present moment, where Bokuto is laughing so hard that tears are coming out of his eyes, and you look disheveled as the coach is reprimanding you for ‘not acting like a manager should’.
Still, he can’t deny the bright gleam in your eyes, and the way the mood has shifted throughout the team in just a matter of minutes. Everyone is smiling and laughing now, the loss being pushed to the back of their minds.
Bokuto is chatting animatedly away to Hinata, back to his former self. Sakusa smiles because you did that.
His eyes shift to you, and you’re already staring at him— that’s when it aligns in his mind.
“I can try though.”
You’re grinning at him, and he can’t help but grin back. “It’s our secret.” you mouth at him, and he gently nods.
Sakusa’s always known that you were kind. He’s known that for as long as he’s known you. But it’s different, seeing the extent of it— the lengths you would go to just to make the people around you happy.
The knowledge that you’d do this for any of them makes his head spin, the warmth in his chest spreading throughout his body.
His heart aches just from the thought of you. His mind had already been biased towards anyway, but now his heart has jumped ship too.
And to be honest, he’s not even mad about it.
He’s kind of happy you’re the one he ends up falling for.
THINGS YOU DO THAT MAKES HIM WEAK IN THE KNEES
⇢ oikawa toru, masukawa issei, tsukishima kei
ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru
this man is gone when you grab onto the hem of his shirt
whether that’s when you guys are outside or in private
when he feels that little *tug tug* at his shirt, Oikawa immediately gives you his full attention
you guys are with the rest of the Seijoh team, at an after-practice dinner
as usual, your boyfriend is blabbering on and on about something
you check your phone, it was getting late
you had tried texting him to remind him of the time, but oikawa was paying no attention to his phone
next you tapped him on the shoulder, he gives you a small smile, “princess, I'm almost done with this story.”
another ten minute passes and you were getting impatient
you wrap your fingers around the hem of his jacket, giving it a little tug
oikawa stops talking, his eyes softening as he turns to you
“simp alert!” Makki coughs
Oikawa ignores him, “are you okay?”
You look at him like 🥺, your fingers still around his jacket, “I think we should go soon, it’s getting late.”
melts at your adorableness, will quickly wrap up his story in the next few minutes
“alright, the love of my life is getting sleepy. good night boys. I’ll see you guys tomorrow”
ʚɞ MATSUKAWA Issei
Mattsun goes absolutely feral when he sees you dwarfed in his hoodies / t-shirts
Issei is a tall man, so all his clothes are automatically over-sized on you
“’sei, i'm kind of cold.”
immediately takes off his hoodie and gives them to you
you put it on, inhaling the familiar scent to your boyfriend
“thanks babe, so much warmer.”
Issei is unable to stop himself from staring as you hugged yourself
you’re just. so. cute
bonus points if you do that Ariana Grande hoodie hand thing, where have your hands kind of disappear under the sleeves
“Issei whats wrong?”
coughs to hide the embarrassment, “nothing, you're cute.”
pulls you close to him, nuzzling you in the crook of your neck
“wear my stuff more often kay?”
ʚɞ TSUKISHIMA Kei
its no secret tsukishima loves music, but his taste in music has always been kinda...special so its hard to find someone to share his music with
sure, yamaguchi will listen to them and give him a thumbs up, but he knows his best friend don’t like the same type of music
“whatcha listening to?” without waiting for his response, you swiftly takes his headphone, putting it over your ears
tsukishima protests, wanting his headphones back, but you stop him in track with your “hey, this is pretty good tsukki!”
he was so embarassed, so ready for your “ew, what is this!” he never anticipated this reaction from you
and he suddenly likes you so much more that it might even be love
he’ll never admit it, but whenever you make his legs feel a bit like jelly everytime you compliment his music taste or ask him to recommend some songs
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hi! idk if it’s being requested already or in the works but could i request being best friends with mattsun and makki?
— BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH MATTSUN AND MAKKI
authors note - hey yall.. long time no see. don’t expect me to come back yall i just wanted to clear my drafts a lil bit since this has been sitting in the drafts for like a year
- lemme tell you this friendship hands down definitely has the most platonic flirting EVER
- AND THEY'RE SO BAD WITH IT AS WELL
- they unironically call you mamas or bae/baby girl
- but they are the best to have at parties and shit OH MY GOD
- they can tell with one look if you're uncomfortable and will be by your side immediately
- unlike the others, they actually encourage you to talk to other people
- but that doesn't mean that they won't wear terrible disguises while following you on dates
- you can bet your ass that they will throw it back on you every chance they get and they expect for you to catch it EVERYTIME
- they LIVE for making you flustered and purposefully try to make to mad
- they say stuff like "ohh you wanna kiss me so bad" or "oh yeah" bc yk hot boy shit
- nah bc you and mattsun definitely used to hate each other before makki locked you guys in a room together to talk things out and it resulted in you both HYSTERICALLY crying and hugging each other
- you guys have done the thing where you guys go out super dressed up and go to mcdonalds or something
- these stupid bitches pull your bra straps and let go when it snaps you, they think they’re so funny
- they also have no boundaries with you whatsoever for example they will walk into the bathroom while you’re showering and have a full blown conversation with you or walk in while you’re literally on the toilet
- they also say stuff like ‘how often do you shave your pubes?’ or ‘can you check if i have an ingrown hair on my ass’
- sometimes they purposefully dress down so you look extra sexy
- when olivia rodrigo's album came out, you guys all went to makki's place and definitely cried in each others arms
- for some reason they love commenting weird things under your posts like "let me be your best friends to lovers trope" "ur so hot pls be my sugar mommy" "i would hide a body for you" or "i've told my therapist about your ass"
- mattsun's bio on his twitter and instagram is literally "property of y/n"
- makki's bio is "y/n's sugar babie <3"
- PLS YOU ALL THIRST OVER IWAIZUMI TOGETHER AND HE'S SO SICK OF YALL
- also mattsun has a milf of a mother and she's the only reason you and makki come over
- MATTSUN SWEARS UNDERNEATH HIS BREATH AND IT'S SO HOT AHHH
- he also has intense road rage and it's hilarious bc he's the designated driver
- WHENEVER YOU GUYS FACETIME, THEY MAKE IT THEIR DUTY TO TAKE THE UGLIEST SCREENSHOTS OF YOU AND THEY THREATEN TO SEND IT TO IWAIZUMI WHENEVER YOU PISS THEM OFF BC THEY KNOW ABOUT YOUR FAT CRUSH ON HIM <//3
- okay so i feel like makki has obsessions with the most random anime characters and cries over them weekly
- HE IS AN UGLY CRIER AS WELL DO YOU FEEL SO BAD WHENEVER YOU LAUGH AT HIM CRYING
- they love going on wattpad and reading cringey smut stories and depending on how bored they are, they would have competitions on how well they can write their own
- on your birthday, makki sent you a link and it was a you x iwaizumi fanfic
- they love leaning on u for some reason???
- y’all definitely go to playgrounds at like 3 am just because and then just watch makki fly off the swings
- they very much have a ‘what’s yours is mine’ mentality like you cannot eat or own something without them taking it
- they unintentionally yet intentionally grab ur boobs </3 i’m sorry
playing truth or dare with best friend atsumu and suna asks him to reveal his feelings but Atsumu doesn’t want to risk their friendship so he takes the dare which is giving reader a hickey
i turned this in a slightly different direction, but still the same concept!
pairings: university!atsumu x f!reader
contains: bestfriend!atsumu, atsumu’s inner monologue, atsumu-centric, pining, suppressed feelings, conflicted emotions, told in past tense (a memory)
[more about bestfriend!atsumu here]
There was a time in university when Atsumu, Suna, and you found yourselves together more often than not.
Atsumu remembers one particular night spent in Suna's small apartment, the three of you lounging on the living room rug with food and drinks, talking idly. A game of truth or dare came up then, an idea from Atsumu.
Suna ding-dong-ditched a neighbor down the hall; you divulged a guilty pleasure; Atsumu told an embarrassing memory from childhood. It was a benign game, until it wasn't.
"Atsumu," Suna turned to him, "tell her the truth about something you've been hiding from her."
He sniffed indifferently, a front to the panic he was beginning to feel at Suna's words and your questioning expression.
"Like what?" he asked, pointedly not meeting your eyes.
Suna shrugged, "I don't know, maybe like the way you've been feeling lately?"
You laughed shortly, asking Atsumu, "What—are you hiding a cold from me or something?"
He smiled at you, albeit tightly, before he returned to Suna. The latter gave him a knowing look.
"Gimme a dare," said Atsumu.
Suna crooked a brow, amused but uncertain. "So, you're not hiding something?"
"Just gimme a dare."
He lifted his hands in supplication, eyes flitting briefly to you and back. "Okay, if there's nothing you're hiding: I dare you to give her a hickey."
Atsumu and you simultaneously balked at Suna, but Atsumu recollected himself quickly, his body tensing when he moved to face you.
He was flushed in the face, he knew. But he would never forget the way you looked at him that night: your eyes were wide, nervous, surprised.
Atsumu gave pause before he said to Suna, "...'M not gonna do that. I—I can't."
And Suna was quick to lean forward, waving his hand dismissively, breathing out uneasy laughter. "I'm just kidding, Atsumu. Um, I'll just have you do two things the next go-around."
Beside Atsumu, you were quiet.
He had always had a little crush on you, trailing at your heels even when you were only children. He grew up admiring you, wanting your attention, your approval; he once made it a competition with himself when he was younger to see how many things about you he could memorize.
It was love, but even during university Atsumu hadn't realized this.
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#CUDDLING WITH THE HAIKYUU BOYS!
Prompt -> what the title says
genre -> fluff
Characters -> Suna Rinataro & Miya Atsumu
an -> wrote this at 3am while I was cuddling my pillow
⤷ Atsumu loves to cuddle into your chest
⤷LOVES when you play with his hair and if you stop he gets all whiny and puts your hand back on his head “baby why’d ya stop?”
⤷ 70% of the time he ends up falling asleep; he can’t help it you’re just too comfortable
⤷ he gets all tired and clingy after a long day at practice jk he’s always clinging
⤷ walks into your shared apartment mumbling a ‘I’m home’ as he takes his shoes off, tossing his gym bag on the floor
⤷ searches the house for you and when he finds you in bed he throws himself onto you ready to get his daily y/n cuddles
“Hi tsumu, how was practice?” you say running your fingers through his dyed hair earning a groan. “tirin’, I missed ya.” he mumbled snuggling deeper into your chest. “missed you too tsumu.” a soft smile forming on your face when you look down to see him already asleep.
⤷ grade A cuddler
⤷ never wants to admit he wants to cuddle and always tries to make it seem like you’re the clingy one
⤷ would die a happy man in your arms (he would never tell you that though)
⤷ when you do end up cuddling—after Rin sucks it up like a man and admits that he was in fact the one that wanted to cuddle—he doesn’t let you get up
⤷ you need to pee? “five more minutes.” Thirsty? “drink your spit.” Limbs numb? “stop being a crybaby y/n.” But best believe he will let you get up if the hallway light is still on. “babe can you go turn the hallway light off it’s to bright.”
Suna and you lay in bed while a show plays in the background, you guys were catching up on the last few episodes. Your legs were tangled and arms around eachothers neck. “Rinnie I need to use the bathroom.” you whine trying to untangle your limbs from his, but to your dismay Suna just holds tighter. “but I’m so comfy, can’t you hold it till the morning?” and though it sounds like a question you know he won’t let you up. Fortunately, you know a trick. “Rin the hallway light is still on. If I can’t get up can you at least go shut it off?” “never mind you can go.”
“haji, I told you ten times by now–”
you were not lying about this one, moving out together was a lovely moment that you were gonna treasure in your mind forever, but your boyfriend asking you every single time if you needed help picking up that single box was coming irritating
“–im a woman! I can pick up this by myself.”
with that you were off to try yet again to pick up that damn box, that if you didn't guess any wrong, it had fucking rocks inside
“im not saying you're not a woman, woman! I'm saying we could pick it up together or you could let it to me”
he was, in fact, having fun with your attitude and expressions while you tried to at least move the box “stop laughing hajime! it's not funny”
he didn't stop laughing, just dropped one of his hands to his knees while the other one wiped the tears going out his eyes
“you’re not gonna pick that up, babe” he said between giggles, trying to maintain eye contact with you
“why not? do you think I'm weak hajime? I'm not a weak woman hajime iwaizumi, watch your tone–”
he sat next to you, placed a hand in your thigh and proceeded to speak his thoughts out loud “ read the back of the box, love, I promise you're not weak”
“hajime if this is a fucking joke I swear— you're gonna be sleeping on the couch”
rolling your eyes, you decided to turn the box to your side, with a little help of your boyfriend, even if you didn't want to admit it, the box was huge and heavy
“oh” you said, totally surprised, now you did understand why his biceps and thighs were so damn big and strong, that was heavy
“yeah 'oh' " he imitated your voice “lets do it together baby, ‘kay?”
domesticity with hq boys!!
ft. iwa , suna, issei, makki , kuroo , & kenma.
iwaizumi haji. — the both of you eagerly looking down at the scale as you impatiently wait to see if he’s moved up in muscle mass after all those early morning trainings. upon seeing that he has, you clap in excitement with an impressed expression while a big proud smile adorns his face.
suna rin. — watching the snowfall from the city bridge. the both of you clad in black puffer jackets, relishing in each other’s warmth as he wraps both sides of his coat around you with his chin resting on the top of your head. feeling the rumble of his chest as he lets out hearty laugh while the two of you fall into discussion about the comically-horrible movie you just watched in the theater.
matsukawa issei. — going on picnics near the river on sundays. a soft blanket laying beneath the two of you, issei resting on his side with his arm holding up his head; and you, sat up with your knees to your chest, legs cuddled into the dip of his lower abdomen. talking about how the week went while eating bentos you made together the night before & a shortcake from the local bakery for dessert.
hanamaki hiro. — the both of you laughing your asses off on a late friday night as makki tries to balance your body on top of his. hands intertwined and his feet connected to your lower abdomen, your laughter getting heavier as you shift from side to side due to the unbalance. him catching you in his as you fall back down onto his chest, planting soft kisses on in your hair as a his lips form a pretty smile.
tetsuro kuroo. — sitting across from each other at the table tucked into the corner of the library. the light of each of your laptops illuminating both of your faces. glancing up at one another every other minute causing a smile to decorate your face while a soft smirk falls upon his. the both of you knowing you can’t help but be distracted by each other, but risking the study session anyway.
kozume kenma. — laying comfortably between his legs with your head on his chest, & his chin on your head as he holds out his phone—the two of you watching some random gameplay video with concentrated looks on your faces while you mindlessly play footsies.
drabble. Pay the Toll!
your boyfie has to leave a little earlier in the morning than you would like, so before he can leave you make him pay the toll.
reader x Akaashi , Bokuto , Kuroo , Tsukishima
Akaashi stood there in front of you in the door way. You were standing between him and the door, holding your arms out like you were ready to catch some sort of huge boulder. He smiled down at you with a smirk, one hand on his work bag and the other on his hip. “What are you doing my love?”
“You can not leave. Until the toll is paid.” You gave him your widest, morning, bedhead smile. He rolled his eyes, putting his bag down and wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you slightly off your feet. He held you like that for a moment, before pulling his headback and leaving a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips. He loved your giggle.
“May I leave now? I have to get to Tenma’s soon.” He brushed your hair out of your face before standing up straight.
“I don’t really want you to...” you faked a thought, “but I guess I can let you go if you pay more fees later.” He smiled, kissing you one last time.
“I’ll be home around 6. I’ll pay all the fees that pile up.”
Bokuto always left at 5am to go on his morning run, returning around 5:45 to shower and get ready. Often you were up and ready by 6:30am making some breakfast and getting his lunch ready. Today however was his day off, one of the two days a week you two were supposed to sleep in and just spend the morning cuddling. When you finally woke up to see your boyfriend was not in fact in bed, you stood and went to the family room, seeing him put on his shoes.
“What are you do Kou?” you yawned, “I thought we were sleeping in and having a snuggle movie day?”
“We will baby, I promise!” He smiled, beaming at you as he stood. “I just wanted to go on a run this morning with Hinata. He had a new route he wanted to show me.” He walked over to you, watching you duck under his size and stand in front of the door, staring him down. “Don’t look at me like that baby.”
“You promised, you must pay the fees before you leave!” He looked at you confused. After all, you were just standing there with your hands crossed over your chest. Walking over, he stood in front of you, towering you before he wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, peppering you with kisses. Your giggles filled his heart as he also spun you around.
“All the kisses for my baby!” He cheered, spinning you one last time before plopping you on the couch and laying above you, using his arm to hold himself up. He gave you one more kiss, “I will be super quick. No more than thirty minutes and when I get back and get all showered, we’ll order our favorites and just stay in the whole rest of the day.”
Kuroo had just gotten home from work, before he realized he had forgotten to pick up the grocery order on his way home today. You told him you could call and get it delivered, you told him he didn’t have to leave again, you told him you didn’t want him too. Why wouldn’t he listen.
“Let me fix my mistakes, baby girl.” You sat on the couch pouting, it wasn’t that big of a deal to you. An easy fix, and he didn’t have to leave again. “I promise I’ll get the groceries and come right back.”
“This isn’t what paying it forward means.” you teased, he said he would pay you back for all your hard house work, especially since you were exhausted from your own job. the only thing you asked him to do was pick up the groceries. He walked over to you, kneeling in front of you.
“You asked me to do one thing, and I messed up and forgot. It may not be a big deal to you baby girl, but it is to me. I’ll drive down, and be back in minutes. Now let me pay it forward.” He stood, towering over you and placing a long, solid, comforting kiss to your lips before heading out the door. You stopped him again, your arms wrapped around his waist.
“Thank you. I love you Tetsu. I’ll have everything else ready for dinner tonight.” He smiled, giving you another kiss.
“Take it easy, I’ll help you cook tonight too.”
Tsuki wasn’t so big on affection, he showed you he loved you in other ways. Having a bath ready or you, ordering your favorite take out when you were needing a break from cooking, helping you study for your exams in a class he took the previous year. Occasionally, he would show you a little more attention.
“Okay Kei!” You sang from the kitchen, putting his lunch in a bag. “You should have plenty of food and snacks today, so don’t worry about coming home if you can’t make it.” He had practice after class today, and he wasn’t expecting to be home at all.
“Thank you.” He spoke from the door way, putting on his jacket before taking his bag from you and putting it over his shoulder. “I should be back around nine.”
“Sounds good. I’ll make a little extra food incase your still hungry. I have work at six am tomorrow so I’ll be going to bed early myself.” You slipped your arms around him, sneaking in a hug. He wasn’t super affectionate, no. But he at least gave you hugs.
“Alright, I’ll try not to wake you.” He held on to you for a moment, giving you a kiss before letting you go, then another one, and another one. Your smile cleared the rainy skies that day.
“What was that about. I liked it. You should do it more.”
“I’m always late, or running behind. If I don’t pay those late fees, I’ll be in a lot more trouble that’s just not worth it.”
“what are we?”
a question that’s been plaguing your mind rather frequently recently, considering your current circumstance with your supposed best friend. if anything, he’s not really your best friend and more of a “no one knows if we’re together” kind of relationship, so much so that you didn’t even know how he truly felt about you. sure, kuroo had his arm wrapped around you while you rest your head on your shoulder but no one ever confessed, no one asked the other out. it was all rather ambiguous, built off of assumptions and inferences about the other side.
and you wanted answers, you wanted them before your heart exploded with questions.
kuroo thinks for a moment, “i’m,” he hesitates, “not too sure myself honestly.”
“alright,” you nod, shuffling to face the boy properly.
“what do i call you then?”
kuroo only stares on hearing your question, “what do you mean?”
“well,” you start. “am i your friend?”
“yes of course.”
you think for a minute, pursing your lips together, “what if i called my baby?”
and that catches him off guard.
“you know how i call all my friends terms of endearment and stuff?” you question, your shoulders slumping a bit at his reaction.
“yes, i do.”
“what if i started calling you some of them?”
kuroo blinks before a small smile appears on his face, “okay.”
“what about my honey, my daisy, my only. kuroo tetsurou the love of my life.”
“okay,” he blinks shaking his head as the tips of his ears turn pink, “that’s a bit much.”
you can’t help but laugh at his flustered state, “do you mind it though?”
“i don’t,” he mumbles softly before meeting your gaze.
“okay,” you nod. “that’s good then.”
“and what if i called you my lover?” kuroo questions.
and you smile, “i wouldn’t be super opposed to that either.”
“what about my sunshine? my sweetheart? my beloved?”
and this time your cheeks flush red, “okay tetsu i get it,” you tell him to which he only laughs.
“so what are we then?” you question.
“definitely not friends that’s for sure.”
“we’re the farthest thing from friends,” you add with a small laugh.
but you’re not sure if you’re any closer to being called lovers.
“okay fuck this,” you mumble, “i like you, like you in a more than a friend way, like you in a way where i say terms like that and mean it romantically not just platonically like everyone else.”
“i swear i told you i liked you last week.”
you blink, “what?”
“when i asked you out for dinner at that one nice restaurant,” kuroo mumbles.
“oh is that why you looked so nervous last week?” you laugh.
“pretty much,” he sighs, “especially since you didn’t really give me an answer.”
“that’s because you didn’t tell me tetsu.”
you shake your head rather confused, “i would certainly remember if you did.”
“oh?” kuroo blinks before giving you an apologetic smile. “well then i like you too. i alwa- ow!” you flick his forehead before a small smile appears on your lips.
“i guess that answers my initial question then,” you sigh.
“it does yes,” kuroo nods. “sorry.”
“no no don’t be,” you tell him. “well then i guess i can call you mine then?”
“as long as i get to have you,” he smiles.
what is this? i’m not too sure either i’m ngl lol
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mmm what am i thinking about? oh, nothing, other than grabby hands! atsumu whenever he wants needs affection. he’d be sitting on the couch or the bed when suddenly he’s hit with the desire for hugs and also a sense of laziness to get up and drag you there. so he’d just be sitting and as soon as he sees you nearby, he’d start pouting and close his eyes, making grabby hands at your general direction so you’d “take pity on him” and come and give him what he needs. he’d even make cute little whimpers and whines (like a little puppy) just to speed up that process and to “make ya feel guilty fer not payin’ attention.” he’s got nothing against putting it into words, but he still prefers just letting his actions tell you the tale. because “actions speak louder than words”, he’d say in his defense whenever you laugh at him and ask him what he was up to. and, to be fair, he kinda knows what’s up with the way you’d always end up giving into his cute little whimpers and cute little grabby hands and flinging yourself into his arms.
please do not plagiarize!
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akaashi keiji x gn!reader, 0.5k, cw food + suggestive
part of my 200 frens celebration!
5. "i hate to be the bringer of bad news, but i’ve run out of clean work shirts… and you’re wearing the last one.”
"i hate to be the bringer of bad news, but i’ve run out of clean work shirts… and you’re wearing the last one.”
you look up from your half-eaten breakfast at your shirtless lover, a forkful of waffles halfway to your lips. “oh, really?” you ask nonchalantly, before shoving the sweet bite into your mouth. then you turn back to your breakfast, hiding a smile with another bite. “that is some pretty bad news.”
akaashi raises an inquiring eyebrow at you. you don’t bother hiding the way you ogle at his exposed front, silently appreciating the view while you eat. “i need you to return my shirt, please. i’ll give it a quick iron before i go.”
“wouldn’t it be easier if you just don’t go to work?”
“...it’s monday. i can’t do that.”
“yes, you can, actually.”
silence. a brief staring competition ensues.
you bring a strawberry slice to your lips, chewing carefully without breaking eye contact. the staredown lasts a grand total of five seconds before akaashi’s stalking over to you, the playful glint in his eye the only indication that he’s not too serious about hunting you down.
you abandon your fork with a clink to scurry off into the living room, the soft thuds of your lover’s sock-clad feet resonating behind you. “honey, please. i need to leave in— in fifteen minutes!”
“nope!” you yell back, rounding the corner. “it’s my shirt now!” hot on your heels, you hear your boyfriend huff in exasperation, at which you giggle amusedly. “what’s mine is mine and—” you scramble to a stop behind the couch, almost slipping on the hardwood floor. “what’s yours is mine too, keiji!”
“yes, but— well,” akaashi sighs, exasperated, before plopping himself down on the couch tiredly. “i need to go soon. please just give me my shirt, or i’ll have to wear my old fukurodani jersey.” another giggle escapes your lips and akaashi shoots you a disgruntled look. “and i don’t want to hear any complaints from you if i get fired.”
“no you won’t, darling.” you circle the couch to climb into his lap and straddle him, pressing soft, chaste kisses to his lips as an apology. “you are far too talented.” smooch. “and capable.” smooch. “and brilliant, keiji. you’ll be fine.”
your lover stills at first, unrelenting. if your relationship was newer, you’d be concerned with the lack of a response—but you wait patiently, sitting pretty with your thumbs stroking his jaw, and are rightfully rewarded when akaashi puckers his lips to kiss you back. you couldn’t resist the satisfied sigh that slips from your lips when he smooths his hand down your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
“don’t go to work today, keiji,” you whisper against his lips, breaking the kiss to lean your forehead against his. “let’s stay home, do the laundry, and cook. maybe take a nap together in the afternoon.”
you feel your lover’s lips brush against yours gently as he cracks a smile at your suggestion. “fine then. sounds good.” his hands, rough from years of volleyball, trail up your sides to pull his shirt over your head. “let’s get started with laundry, shall we?”
a/n: thank you for requesting bby! i love writing akaashi so i had a lot of fun with this <3
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iwaizumi’s driving both of you home—
and there was a part of you that thought, just maybe, tonight would be the night that he would propose. and maybe it was all just silly, to let the thought twirl around in your little head until it fell on the floor in front of you.
maybe you would say it shattered—all over your heels and the dress you know he likes and the floor of his buick.
and maybe, because every single one of your thoughts seems to start with that right now, maybe this is all just a little bit your fault. there were so many of those nights, curled into the sheets of your bed, the taste of liquor still resting on both of your tongues, that you’d asked him if he’d ever marry you.
and back then, he said yes. he’d laugh, an arm resting above his head, the other holding your lower back—his fingers would dip beneath your clothes and leave little searing paths of what you could only call home, but it was all to hold you close. his hand kept you steady atop of him, legs twined together, your chin resting on his chest.
but you could feel the laughter bloom in his chest and tumble past his lips, an absolutely sure to follow his tongue.
but then a few weeks would pass, five years of dating, both of you just past the age of 23 now, and you’d ask again. and maybe it had started the same, the same laughter, the same reply, the same graze of fingertips against flesh. and maybe the reply had never really changed, beyond a question of didn’t you ask this last week? or why wouldn’t i want to marry you?
but maybe that did it. maybe it finally got him thinking about all the reasons he shouldn’t marry you, and those started pile up until suddenly the cost-benefit analysis of it all didn’t really seem to stack in your favor.
because tonight, when you’re both now settled in 24, you thought would be the night. and if it wasn’t tonight—well, you don’t think it’s going to happen at all. and, of course, you’re driving home. so part of you is starting to accept this as your last drive home with iwaizumi. no matter how much it hurts.
he’s been playing a bit of beach rock on the radio, those old little tunes that you’d picked up through your college years, but it’s quiet and hardly does anything to mask the silence of the car. he’s not tapping his thumb against the steering wheel—he’s hardly spoken for most of the night, and back at the restaurant and on your walk around the pier, you’d put that all down as him being nervous.
who knows what the hell to think of it now.
you take a breath and smooth out the material of your dress as you roll to a stop at a light. it’s the one that iwaizumi hates—a gross intersection with too long of a red, and no one really ever seems to understand the design of it all, so he’s always been one to avoid this light when he can—but he’s here now, and you watch him stretch his hands on the wheel and tap his fingers against it in one little rhythmic motion. it’s not to the song, and you know it’s the motion he does when he’s about to say something.
and you, desperately, want it all to stop. because you know the next words out of his mouth are going to be somewhere along the lines of maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore or i’ve been thinking about this for a while, or maybe it’ll just be your name. but you know it’s nothing good and if you let him speak, then it ruins it all. if you let iwaizumi say your name you’re sure that your soul will escape with every last breath you give to him.
if you let him say your name, you’re sure that with it, he’ll take every last memory you could muster—the air from your lungs, every whisper he’s ever laid across your skin, every murmur of affection that you savored behind those closed doors.
if you let him say your name, it’ll all be gone, and you want to stay in his stupid buick for a moment longer as his girlfriend, even if it means prolonging the inevitable.
so you scan the cars around you, you look at the crosswalk until you see someone—a middle-aged man, a neon green cap on his head and orange sneakers hitting the pavement. iwaizumi takes a breath to say something, and you know he’s always hated being interrupted but god you don’t think you can stand not doing it now.
“man, what’s that guy wearing?” you say. it sounds less half-hearted than it feels. there’s a lilt to your voice and, if you couldn’t feel the weight in your chest, you’re sure it would sound like you’re clueless. you point to the man at the crosswalk, and iwaizumi’s gaze flicks there for only a moment before settling back on you.
“no, really, who would’ve guessed that neon was making such a comeback,” you interrupt again, and you hate it. it sounds unnatural, like there’s a joke somewhere in there that you just can’t find yet—and you both know you won’t ever get the chance to say it.
iwaizumi tries again.
“i’ve been thinking-”
“well i guess we can really see him in the dark-”
and iwaizumi says your name.
you’ve always hated the way time catches up to you.
you stop criticizing the poor man on the crosswalk, and then look over at iwaizumi—hajime as you’ve called him for years now, as you’ve said under the quake of your breath and between lilts of ardor.
you hum in reply to him, let the embarrassment of it all melt beneath his gaze, hope that maybe this break-up won’t be as bad as you always thought it would be. that he won’t be the one that got away for the rest of your life, that you won’t say his name in moonlight, starlight, and sunlight, hoping some divine power will hear it all and bring him back to you. more deeply, you hope you won’t have to move on without him—that the life you’ve built with him, from your home, to your friends, to your damn wardrobe won’t all burn to ash.
he takes a breath, he says your name again.
“hajime, what’s wro-”
“dammit, i’m trying to ask you to marry me.”
the red of the stoplight is reflecting on his face, the car smells a little like his cologne, and iwaizumi is looking at you—hands still tapping against the wheel.
you watch the tips of his ears turn red as they start to blend in with the light. he turns back to the road, swallows and lets his tongue poke at his cheeks as he breathes again.
“sorry, that was-” he sighs, “not how i wanted to do that.”
you want to laugh at him a little bit, to let it all shake out of you in a quick moment of relief, but there’s a stutter in your chest that you can’t quite let go. it holds you close and churns your heart and your lungs until you can’t be sure what part of you is burning the most.
so you choose to whisper.
“how did you want to do it?”
and then iwaizumi laughs.
“preferably, a year ago.” you eye him. “i didn’t want you to think i was doing it just because you kept asking.”
you look forward to the light, you beg it not to turn green with everything you have—you hope with all that it’s worth that iwaizumi can hate this intersection for just a little longer.
“and what about tonight?”
he sighs again, in his old man way that you’ve always teased him for, and then he leans back—one hand on the wheel, the other finding its way to your thigh.
“at first, when you were getting ready. and then on the way to the restaurant, and again when you picked that one piece of broccoli off my plate, and then at the end of the pier, when you pulled me to the railing.” he laughs a little bit, and then his thumb rubs into your skin. “i didn’t know what to say, i just knew i wanted to ask you to marry me.”
the light turns green, and without ever really thinking about it, you say no.
it’s not to him, it’s to the light and the situation of all things, but as he starts to drive you watch the blood drain from his face.
“what?” he asks, and you want to crawl into something much worse than just a hole in the ground.
“no, not like- sorry it was the light- yes, yes i want to marry you.”
“the damn stoplight made you say no to my proposal?” he asks, and though there’s that bit of scolding in his tone, you can feel the laughter rising in his voice as he speaks.
“no it wasn’t like that! you dick, i-”
“yeah, yeah, whatever, i’ll just return the ring then-”
you both pause, and iwaizumi keeps driving, but he takes his hand off of you and, a little awkwardly, you might add, reaches into the pocket of his slacks—desperately trying to stay the speed limit (or, a little over), the whole time.
but he pulls out a little black box and gestures towards you, and then flips it open with his thumb.
“i wasn’t kidding,” he starts, and then glances over at you. “marry me.”
and maybe you were right before. with just your name, iwaizumi could pull your soul and everything it carries with it out of your body. and maybe, in all that he is, you give it to him if only he were to ask—memories, whispers, murmurs, you’d give it all with only the raise of his brow.
“yes,” you reply. “of course.”
iwaizumi smiles, and at the next red light (one he hates just a little less, where the wait’s a little shorter and the intersection just a little less confusing), he puts the ring on your finger. and at that red light, he kisses you until you have to tell him it’s green.
“I’m so single, it’s actually starting to be kinda sad.”
oikawa toru spares you a quick glance before returning to his phone. “well that’s random.”
you flip over on your stomach, kicking your feet in the air as you continue to ramble and toru fights a smile. you’re in his room, on his bed, yet you act as if it’s you own the place, your jacket and other belongings strewn across his furnitures.
“i was scrolling through Facebook and I saw that miki was engaged. remember miki? she sat behind us in chemistry and now she’s engaged. we’re the same age but she’s engaged and here I am, without a single relationship prospect.”
“it’s really not that big of a deal, y/n. everyone has their own timing. and if it makes you feel better, even me, the oikawa toru has been single for the last five years.”
you roll your eyes, “that’s because you’re picky toru. it’s not because you can’t find someone to date. me on the other hand, can’t even find someone who’ll go to dinner with me.”
“I’ll go to dinner with you.” he puts down his phone and gives you his full attention.
you roll your eyes again. If you weren’t so comfortable, you’d pinch him right now.
“you’re my best friend, it doesn’t count.”
he was silent, an unusual feat for the oikawa toru. you stare at him, waiting for him to pick up the conversation.
“hello? earth to oikawa-chan.”
you sit up, legs dangling off the side of his bed.
“whatd you say? you know I hate it when you mumble.”
“never mind.” he turns back to his phone.
you jump down from the bed and easily grab the phone from his hand, forcing him to look up at you.
“you can’t say just say ‘never mind’ after you say something and the other person didn’t hear you.”
“me and I make the rules in this household.”
he lets out a quiet laugh. he’s never learned to say no to you.
“I. don’t. want. to. be. your. best. friend. anymor-.” he enunciates each syllable.
“what?” his confession is so off putting, you would’ve thought he was joking if he didn’t look so serious.
“was it something I did?” you couldn’t believe it. ten years of friendship gone out the window on a Monday afternoon in oikawa’s bedroom.
he laughs again.
“what’s so funny, huh? toru, are you pranking me? cause it’s not fun this time, it actually hurts.”
he stands up, towering over you. you search his eyes and for the first time in a long time, you appreciate oikawa toru’s beauty. has that little mole always been on his left cheek?
“you really need to stop the habit of interrupting my sentences.”
you look at him, a cue for him to continue.
“I don’t want to be your best friend anymore because I want to be your boyfriend.”
the air hung heavy as he looks everywhere but at you, waiting for a response.
“okay, let’s give it a shot.”
“really, but why can’t you be my best friend if you're my boyfriend?”
he’s flabbergasted. he finally got the courage to ask you out, so why don’t have a better reaction?
“i mean, I can, wait I am still your best friend but now I’m also your boyfriend! why are you focusing so much on the best friend part?” he whines.
“because I don’t want to lose my best friend!” you reply as you start picking up your bag and jacket, “but today was unexpected. not only did I not lose my best friend, I gained a boyfriend in the process.”
he smiles as he follows you out the door, “so what now, girlfriend?”
“I think you owe me dinner, boyfriend.”
reblogs are wildly appreciated <3
vows [kuroo tetsurō]
notes: based off of kuroo’s background and well, my own. one of the reasons why i love kuroo sm is bc i resonate with him and his childhood. seeing how he grows beyond that is so admirable though. so this is so self indulgent yall are pretty much at our wedding so 🤕‼️
“what are you doing? get out!” you squeal, seeing your fiancé, kuroo tetsurō enter the room your in. you quickly move to hide from his view, tugging on your dress to conceal it.
“relax, my eyes are closed.” he assures, honoring said tradition of not looking at you—his bride.
you glance from behind the wall and surely enough, kuroo has his eyes squinted shut. he curses softly when feeling his way around and nearly trips on something lying on the ground.
you don’t hesitate to run out to steady him, worried that he’ll fall over. you don’t want to explain how you need to take the groom to the hospital on your wedding day.
“what brings you here?” you ask, still grasping onto his large, calloused hands. he squeezes them tightly in return.
kuroo swallows thickly, “rumor has it that the bride is getting cold feet,” he looks down at where he presumes your face is, “is that true?”
your eyes widen with shock, “n-no, of course not!”
he seems to be waiting for something, “but?”
you’re silent for a moment and look to your feet.
“but i’m scared. god, tetsu, im terrified right now.” you tell him, your voice trembling slightly.
he pulls you closer to him, his body warmth enveloping you and providing comfort. “i’m scared too. you think i know the first thing about how any of this is supposed to work? look at my parents.” he jokes.
“and look at mine.” you say, both of you laughing.
both of you come from rough backgrounds growing up. neither of your parents remained together, the years of arguing and yelling deeply imbedded in both of your fleshes. it’s easy to think that something that happened to you when you were so young wouldn’t have an effect on your later life, but you were wrong. having rarely any sign of good relationships in your lives you wondered: is love even real?
“i don’t…what if we don’t stay together?” you blurt. “what if we hate each other so much we can’t stand the sight of one another?”
“no,” he blurts, “i could never hate you. so that’s impossible.”
“i would never hate you either, but,” he covers your mouth, stopping you.
when you look up at him you notice there are tears coming out of his eyes despite being squeezed shut. you wipe them away gently.
“i don’t know what to say, im not the best with words. but…” he leans in your touch, collecting his words.
“if you’re willing to give your all for our relationship the same way i am, what more do we have to lose? we can only do so much about the future, and that’s not to say i expect something bad to happen.” his tears wet your hands now. “but i love you so fucking much i’d die for you. i’d give you anything so i think it’s fucking impossible for me to stop loving you. if i ever do, i’ve been kidnapped and replaced with a clone.”
you laugh, tears transpiring on your eyes as he speaks. “i’d die for you too, tetsu. i’m willing to give anything and all for you as well, and even in death i would never part from you.”
“good, or i’d haunt you.” he cackles when you punch his arm.
“i know that may not be the answer you’re looking for but we’ve come a long way. i’ve waited for this day…since we were kids.” he speaks softly, his slight sternness returning. even without him looking at you, you feel the sincerity in his voice.
kuroo tetsurō is always a man of his words. you’ve seen and known that forever. despite only having a dad, he’s allowed himself to be gentle, to be caring and nurturing. to be vulnerable in a way most men struggle with. of course it wasn’t easy—it still isn’t. but he’s always said that he’s been thankful that you’d been there, just in the same way he was there for you. you didn’t grow up with the best father figure, and he was barely present. your mother worried endlessly about what type of person you’d end up with and kuroo having to plop in your lap like a present out of the sky was a gift beyond all gifts. you don’t know what you’d do without him.
“truthfully, i only want the best for you. and if…if letting you go provides you happiness then i can’t be selfish and not let you go.” kuroo says. “but, i don’t think we’ll ever reach that. part of marriage is fighting together right? never leaving each other behind?”
“right.” you whisper, snuggling into his chest.
he kisses the top of your head, his large hands holding your face gently and opens his eyes.
your face burns as he stares at you, stunned to silence. “you weren’t supposed to look.”
“i had to make sure you were okay.” he blinks and more tears fall, “and it seems you’re doing better than me.”
“barely.” you laugh, sniffling.
he smirks, sucking in his breath, “god, you’re so beautiful. have i told you that today? i don’t think i have, you’re beautiful.”
“you did in your good morning text, and on the phone with me earlier.” you roll your eyes, amused at how dramatic he is. “you tell me everyday.”
his eyes scan all over you repeatedly, eyes filled with love and adoration. “i hope you’re the last thing i see when i die so your image is forever engraved.” he says, hands fidgeting, “i would so kiss you right now, but i’ll wait until after the vows.”
“you’re not making it any easier with the sweet talking.” you pout, looking up at him. kuroo always looks handsome but something is different about today, besides his bed head being more well maintained, you wonder if the idea of kuroo as your husband makes him even more appealing and attractive.
and god, do you want to kiss him too.
“starin’ at me like you have a crush on me or something,” he jokes, cheeks flushing.
“maybe i do.” you reply, and before you can say anything else there’s a sharp knock on the door.
“crap, guess they found me.” he says, hearing yaku scream behind the door that ‘he knows kuroo is in the room’ and that he’s going to ‘kick his ass as soon as he busts down the door’.
“y-you snuck pass the security?” remembering kuroo snuck in hits you.
“if security is yamamota and lev, then yes. kenma and tsukishima didn’t even try stopping me. they knew it was hopeless.” he boasts, puffing out his chest.
you giggle and push him towards the door. “well get out of here, trouble maker. yaku is about to huff puff and blow the door down.”
kuroo grabs your hand again, “so…are we okay?” he seems to be shy when he asks the question and it reminds you of six year old kuroo who shyly told you you’re pretty.
you squeeze his hand back. “of course. the next time i’ll see you, i’ll be reciting our vows.”
“feels like we just did that kinda, maybe we can skip that part—ow! okay, nevermind!” he rubs his should where you slapped it. he looks back at you, anxious, “i’m going now. i love you.”
“love you too, tetsu.” you smile, moving back.
you both don’t really know how you’ll navigate marriage but the best part about all of that is not doing it alone. like your vows say, you two are the missing voids in each others hearts and you promise to keep it full. to love and cherish one another to the ends of the Earth.
so when you see kuroo again right in front of you, there’s no doubt in your mind that everything feels right.
written for @ob-levi-on ❤ (sorry it took a while, I hope you like it)
warning: Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader; hurt to comfort
Derived from Greek κάλλιστος (kallistos) meaning "most beautiful". In Greek mythology Callisto was a nymph who was loved by Zeus. She was changed into a she-bear by Hera, and subsequently became the Great Bear constellation.
The first time you saw him, it was the word beautiful that defined him. There was a friendly match on Aoba Johsai's volleyball court. The bleachers were full of spectators, it was loud. Cheers and shouts can be heard, especially when the setter plays, the girls' screams will intensify.
That place was not your usual place as you prefer a more tranquil place. With eyes gleamed with passion, his hands were flexing to set the ball, and a smile plastered on his face in the euphoria of scoring. You cannot deny the fact that you were captivated at the moment.
He's still the same guy he was in high school, but with tanned skin and a more athletic form. He looks more mature in his mid-20s, but his grin is still familiar. You watch him play, basking in the shade of the sunset. He wipes his glistening sweat and exchanges compliments with his teammates.
You once again concentrate on the majestic heavenly body which is about to lie beneath the horizon. Mix and ooze another paint to mimic the scenery while the sand grains massage your bare feet. This is a beautiful serene time to end your day.
Day by day, you come to the white sandy beach at the same hour. And you can always find him in the same arena. It seems that the universe is on your side as you continue to cross his path all the time. Unconsciously, you started to include the beach volleyball team in your painting.
"What a beautiful painting." Too lost in your thought, the man you've been thinking about was already standing right in front of you.
It only starts with a single compliment that leads to hello and self-introduction. Even though you went to the same high school, you were just an acquaintance. You prefer to start fresh - it will be awkward if he doesn't remember you. And he plays along with you.
"My name is Oikawa Tooru," he said.
You tell him your name in exchange, taking his hand outstretched hand; it's bigger and warmer than yours. There's a sense of friction from meeting and parting with his hand. Some other time, you meet him again during his usual beach volleyball match.
At first, all the banters were light. You giggle at his expression when he failed to reach the ball. He tells you so many silly theories and during his break, he will eagerly explain some volleyball techniques.
But as time goes by, slowly but surely he peels off, showing his true self. He's much more profound than the facade - the smoothness of his ice shell where an ocean of deep feeling lies.
He tells you how he used to push himself unhealthily, to the point where he put himself at risk. He tells about his insecurity and how he has dealt with it and is still working on it. His vulnerability makes you want to give him a hug, which you keep alone to yourself.
Sharing the sunset with him and watching the ethereal sunlight are the moments you look forward to everyday. A precious moment with an important person that you want to hold so dearly. You didn't know he can be even more beautiful with the proximity, to find that there are freckles that spread out like tiny stars on his face.
Unfortunately, today the person who shares the sunset with him is not you. There's already a beautiful woman giggling beside him, casually pinching his cheek while letting out a carefree laugh. She looks much more mature but still freshly beautiful, her long brunette hair waves gracefully as the wind rises.
She's the definition that age only flourishes her with grace. And in the sunset light, her head resting on his broad shoulder. Their interaction was too close to your liking. But who are you to feel even a glimpse of jealousy?
You walk away from the beachside with a weight on your feet. Something burns in your chest, you never know you want him so bad, to be someone who has significance in his life. It makes sense why Zeus come to snatch Callisto away because of her beauty and his own curse, love. Even when he had to deceive those around him.
The next day you come again to the beach, sitting bench aways from your usual place, seeking for therapy by painting the sunset again. Today's sunset is painfully pink as she’s is in love, a bit contrast to your broken heart.
But your presence isn’t getting unnoticed to the volleyball player with a number 13. He comes up to you and sits right beside you, admiring your look everytime you graze another paint on your canvas. If only you notice his gaze, he is in awe and love struck.
He asks why are you not sitting at your usual place. Your eyes still glued to the canvas from the start, ignoring his intense look because you fear those brown orbs will enchant you, making you fall all over again.
You half-heartedly answer with an argument that you need to take this spot since people were blocking the view.
"Besides, I thought today you were with your girlfriend again," you add, biting the inside of your cheeks. You try to speak in the most neutral tone, not realizing you're totally a terrible liar from your slightly pouted lips and furrowed brows.
Now all you can hear is Oikawa chuckle that confused you, successfully gathering your attention to him. You meet his teasing eyes and infamous grin.
"As I remember, I don't have any girlfriend. The last girl I met yesterday was my sister. It's been a while since the last time she visited Argentina, I missed her so much."
"Besides, what if the girl I want to be my girlfriend is sitting right in front of me?"
Under the hues of the beautiful sunset, you're dumbfounded. He pierces right into your heart, heat creeping up your cheeks. Because you didn't expect that beautiful Callisto will catch you first. While you always think every aspect of him is so dazzling, he believes you're the most beautiful one.
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A/n: lol don’t judge me. suna’s (me) a weirdo but i’m once again pushing the agenda that suna is the most reliable person there is.
Your timing, as always, is perfect. No matter what you think or what it looks like he’s doing, there is no better time than now (right now, later now, tomorrow now, or even yesterday now) for you to walk into his life. Even if now means dodging a 70 mile per hour spike and leaving an unsuspecting Komori to fend for himself. Suna yells out ‘time!’ and immediately begins walking off court.
Washio stops him with a hand on the shoulder, “Are you alright, Suna?”
But he’s already jogging off backwards your way with the cheesiest smile on his face, “I will be now that the love of my life is here.” Suna swishes a hand in the air, “You guys wouldn’t know anything about it.”
“Let him be.” Motoya comes up behind the old Fukurodani member with a fond look comparable to a proud parent. “He gets like that. It’s adorable, isn’t it?”
Washio watches as his fellow middle blocker takes two wide steps towards you with his hands held out like he’s demoing what to do when you come across a bear in the wild before gathering you into a grand embrace.
“Adorable,” Washio repeats only because he’s too stunned to come up with his own vocabulary, “is a word.”
Rintaro promised an open door policy the first time you asked and he’s meant every word of it. Whenever you need him, however you need him, he’ll be there. How else could he repay you for all the stupid joy you bring into his life?
Love, at one point, was a joke. It was laughter at midnight and soda snorted through his nose. It was one quick heh when he showed you a funny video while scrolling through his phone and tangled on the couch and it was sneaky giggles in Kita’s kitchen when you both offered to make more popcorn only for him to shove kernels down your shirt.
Now, love is a promise. Love is telling you he’ll make the bed and he does without any complaints. Love is calling you on his commute back home and reminding you he misses you only to prove that he does once he walks through the door.
Love is swearing that whenever you’re sad, his sole reason for living is to make you happy.
“There’s the love of my life. What’s wrong?” He lines the crown of your head in swift pecks. You’d texted him earlier if you could come by and just by the lack of punctuation in your messages, he was already concerned. You don’t even have to ask, is his repetitive response that sometimes he considers making a shortcut for it. What could be more important than you? “Is my baby upset? Are you being a little crybaby?”
Your eyes grow wide at the question and your bottom lip dips out like wild grass bending in the wind. A grin tugs at the corner of Suna’s mouth as he brushes into the divot underneath your quivering lip. An indulgent chuckle escapes him and it’s like you take it as a challenge because your eyes gloss over immediately and whine into his chest.
He loves his little crybaby who plays up the theatrics because you know there is always a reserved vacancy for you in his arms. You make him feel like the most important man in the world, like it’s only him that you can rely on and he you can truly be vulnerable to. Of course, whatever you want, he’ll give. He’ll kill. He’ll blackmail. Why else would he incessantly take unseemly photos of others for?
“Why are you sad?” Suna tilts your head away from his chest to look at him. Kissing your forehead, he sets his aim downward. Then, he bites.
“Is it because I took your nose?” Rintaro curls his lips over his teeth and begins nomming your nose, exaggerating his sound effects (nom, nom, nom) in hopes of a favorable reaction. He inhales your giggles and it elicits a tremble in his own chest like you’ve just jump started his heart.
“Give me back my nose, Rin.”
“No.” Suna grins and stands at his full height to lean away from you. He obnoxiously chews with his mouth open. “It’s yummy.”
You squeeze, poke, and prod at his cheeks. The soft skin gives and bounces back up with a pink splotch appearing where you’ve irritated it. “Give it back! It’s mine.”
“Fine.” His breath is hot when he leans down, a deceptively charming smirk along his lips before he places a wet, juicy kiss back onto your nose and then peppering your whole face after. “Now you have fifty noses.”
Your real one, the one that is anatomically correct, scrunches up. Lines form at the bridge of your nose like cobwebs capturing the disgust right in the middle of your face. You’re so cute. He wants to squeeze you like a stuffed gremlin he cuddles to sleep. Not that he’d know anything about that.
“You give me fifty noses inside a gym full of sweaty men in the middle of volleyball practice? Do you hate me?”
“I hate whoever made my crybaby upset.”
You’re immediately back to pouting again and if you defied the laws of physics or chemistry or liquids or whatever, he knows you’d turn to goo in his arms.
“I’m not sad anymore.” You say, blinking those beautiful eyes at him. Tender and appreciative, they speak when you don’t. Because of you.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m okay now.”
“Hmm,” He pinches your cheek between a curved index finger and his thumb. Even if you know it’s coming, you can’t help but jolt at the cold temperature of his skin. His eyes gleam as he appraises your expression carefully. “I don’t know about that.”
“I’m fine!” You insist but Rintaro shakes his head.
“Normal people don’t have fifty noses.” He kisses you again and again, squelches of his lips filling the gym as he repeats the practice over and over. “I think I’ll have to double check and make sure.”
like real people do
oikawa tooru x reader
SUMMARY: you and Oikawa meet. then meet again. then meet again.
(Or, two cursed gods, a never ending cycle, and an inexplicably familiar town).
WARNING: this is a reincarnation fic so there are mentions of character death but nothing explicit.
I. ME IN YOU,
II. YOU IN ME.
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Haikyuu Boys + “Would You Still Love Me If I Were A Worm?”
PAIRING: Bokuto Kōtarō || Miya Atsumu || Kuroo Tetsurō || Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader
“Would you still love me if I were a worm?” you ask with evident curiosity, tilting your head slightly as you look at your boyfriend.
Bokuto freezes for a second with the rim of the glass his holding against his lips and blinks at you a couple times, then mimics you.
“I’m gonna need a little bit of context,” he replies, setting his glass down on the counter. He pops his lips and presses his index finger against his chin, deep in thought. After a second, he asks, “In this scenario, were you always a worm or did you just suddenly become one?”
You snort, shaking your head softly as you watch him with humor.
“Why would I suddenly become a worm?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugs, a soft smile on his lips. He honestly has no idea why you’re asking such a random question, but it’s so ridiculous that he loves it.
“Let’s say I became one suddenly,” you finally say, leaning forward with expectation.
He hums, nodding a couple times as he stares off into the distance. After a moment, his eyes fall back on you.
“And did I meet you before or after becoming a worm?”
“Before,” you say.
He breaks off into a big smile, straightening up and making his way toward you. Bokuto places his hands on your shoulders, looks you in the eye and, with all the certainty in the world, he says, “Then yeah, I’d still love you.”
“You sound so sure of it,” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your forehead against his chest.
He presses his lips against the crown of your head in a gentle kiss, and you can feel him smiling against you.
“I am. I’m sure I’d love you in any possible scenario. And that includes if you suddenly became a worm.”
“Good.” After a quiet moment, he laughs heartedly. “What?”
“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”
Atsumu looks at you with puzzlement, and you purse your lips as you wait for his answer.
“What?” he asks, pretty sure if he heard you wrong.
“I asked if you’d still love me if I were a worm.”
He pulls a face, looking up as he thinks. After a second, he shakes his head.
“I’m honestly not a big fan of worms,” he says, letting out a deep breath.
“But what would you do then?”
Atsumu hesitates for a second, drumming his fingers on the table. You’re about to ask him a second time when he looks at you, slightly wide-eyed.
“Wait, do I know it’s you?”
“Yeah!” you chirp, bouncing on your seat.
His grimace deepens, and he averts his eyes. Then, in a low voice, he says, “I really don’t like worms.”
You blink at him, lips parted open as you think. Atsumu doesn’t know why you’re suddenly asking this, and he was honestly not prepared at all. Would you break up with him if he said no? He scoffs softly. That’d be ridiculous! You’d never be a worm, why should he even consider it?
“Let’s say we’re talking and all of a sudden you hear a pop and boom, you look down and I’m a worm. What would you do?” you insist; you’re not dropping it until he gives you a concrete answer.
“I mean… I guess I’d… try not to squish you?”
You let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over your chest.
“Wow, Tsumu. Wow. So you’d just break up with me?”
Atsumu can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of him, and he claps a hand over his mouth a second too late. You glare at him.
“Can you really break up with a worm? Would you even understand me? I don’t know about you but I’ve never had a conversation with a worm.” When your expression doesn’t change, he laughs again, leaning a little bit closer. “Well, would you love me if I were a worm?”
You roll your eyes, folding your arms across your chest.
“We’re not talking about you right now.”
“Rude,” he mutters, brow furrowed.
“You’d really do it?” you ask after a moment’s silence, pursing your lips.
He blinks once more. Surely you can’t be serious.
“Well, I’m sorry, I’ve never had a pet worm before. Shouldn’t I just, like, leave you outside or something? You know, so you can go live your best worm life or whatever.”
“That’s as good as killing me. I’ve never been a worm before, I wouldn’t know what to do!”
“Well, what, you really want me to date you as a worm?” he asks, disbelief evident on his face. Wouldn’t that make me some weird kind of furry or something?”
You hesitate, stifling a laugh behind your hand.
“Well, I hadn’t thought about that. I don’t think worms count, tho.” Atsumu gives you an extremely unimpressed look, and it looks like it’s taking everything in him not to snap; even his eye twitches a little. You throw your head back with laughter, and Atsumu mutters something under his breath, shoulders slumped. “Fine, you wouldn’t. That’s all I wanted to hear.”
Once he’s done grumbling, he shoots you a sideways glance and squints at you.
“I do love you as a human, though. Very much.”
You smile, cupping his chin and turning his head so he’d look at you. He complies, struggling to suppress the smile threatening to make an appearance.
“And I love you.” You pause, grinning at him. “And honestly… I wouldn’t want to date a worm either.”
Kuroo is used to your weird, random questions, but he thinks this one is one of the weirdest you’ve come up with in the span of your relationship. However, he seems to be always ready for whatever you throw at him, the smartass. It’s a little infuriating how he seems to have an answer for everything.
“Question, do I know it’s you?” he asks, leaning his weight against the doorframe.
You think for a second, wondering if you should mess with him a little. You end up deciding against it, too curious to wait for an answer.
“Then yes,” he says with no hesitation. He gives your head a soft pat, and smiles. “I bet you’d be the cutest worm ever. I’d feed you, and walk you. I could even build you a small terrarium and everything; there are so many cool plants I could put in it for you to chill.”
You open your mouth, pausing for a second before speaking. Then, you frown as you look up at him.
“How’d you walk a worm?”
“I’d put you on my shoulder,” he says with a bright grin, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Gotta get that vitamin D.”
“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” you deadpan.
“You know what’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard?” He leans down until his face is right in front of yours, and talks in a slow, slightly mocking kind of voice. “If I’d still love you if you were a worm.”
“…but you would?”
He snorts, pulling you in for a hug. Kuroo looks down at you, a fond smile on his lips. No matter how ridiculous your questions are, he wouldn’t change them for anything in the world. After all, they’re part of what makes you you.
“I would, yeah.” After a solid second, he quietly adds, “I’ve always wanted a pet worm.”
“Would you still love me if I were a worm?” you ask suddenly, peering at Ushijima closely to gauge his reaction.
He looks up from his book, eyebrows drawn as he studies your face. He probably thinks you’re trying to be funny, but you honestly want to know what his answer would be. Is it a stupid question? Yes. Do you care? Not at all.
Ushijima sighs, closes his book, and turns to face you.
“Why would you become a worm?” he asks, seeming genuinely confused.
“I don’t know,” you say with a light shrug. “I just want to know what you’d do.”
“It’s not possible for you to become a worm, is it?” he murmurs, frown deepening. He looks at you as though he’s expecting you to shrink into a worm at any second.
“Then why would I pretend that you can?”
“It’s hypothetical,” you say with a smile. “I’m just asking what you’d do.”
“We wouldn’t know unless you became a worm.”
His answer appears to be final, and you stare at him for a couple seconds before pulling out your phone.
“You know what, never mind,” you say with humor, hoping he never changes.