#haikyuu x single mother reader

[octo-cutie]

Bokuto Koutarou is an influence to many if not all young volleyball players including the son of Y/N, a single mother who tries her hardest to make ends meet while providing the perfect life for her son. When Bokuto offers to help her out at the request of her son, how else is it supposed to play out?

Chapter 14: Mistakes and Misery

“I’m what?” Y/N snaps anxiously as she turns to look at the TV which has started to broadcast photos of her, Kaoru and Bokuto at the zoo and in other miscellaneous places around Osaka.

This couldn’t be happening! Yes they’d been out and about but Bokuto had been undercover!

Right?

Apparently from the close up photo of Bokuto with his arm around Y/N while Kaoru was playing with the Lions behind the glass of their enclosure, it was clear as day who she and Kaoru were out with. His signature salt and pepper hair was basically bursting out of his hat and the golden eyes that Y/N was obviously lost in were out of the designer sunglasses that he’d been wearing earlier. As she examined the news casting on the TV, Suga spoke out from behind her.

“I didn’t realize you guys were so close…” Suga spoke softly. Y/N turned to look at him with a guilty look flowing over her face as she saw that Suga’s had dropped into a near tears look.

“It was just one outing… Kaoru wanted to go to the zoo and Bokuto offered.” Y/N tried to explain but Suga just covered his face with his hands as he relaxed back on the sofa.

“But you’re kissing him. On TV. So why am I here?” Suga asked, almost accusatory, from behind his hands. The TV was now showing a photo of her head on his shoulder and his lips on her forehead. Y/N stayed silent as she tried to find an explanation that would explain both the kiss with Bokuto, and why she was kissing Suga now.

Sugawara moved his hands to look at Y/N. From her stance by the TV she could see the flood of emotions channeling through his body as he stood up, walked to the door and started putting his shoes on.

“Wait Suga please, I really didn’t mean for this to happen!” She pleaded trying to find a way to apologize.

“You didn’t mean to kiss him or you didn’t mean for me to find out?” He asked looking back at her.

“I didn’t mean to get so close to him!” She said harshly.

“But you don’t regret kissing him. Or you do and you used me to try and forget him.” Suga snapped, his face growing redder as he grew angrier.

“You might not have your feelings figured out, but I do. And I care a lot about you! I have since you walked into my classroom with Kaoru for the first time!” Suga confessed angrily. Y/N shut her mouth and looked at him blankly as he continued.

“I thought you were so pretty and you’re one of the kindest people I’ve met. Not to mention that Kaoru warmed up to me immediately and only told me more about how hard you work to keep him happy. And I couldn’t help but feel like you needed someone to make you happy as well.” He said as his hands clenched into fists. “I thought you cared about me between you staying after school to talk, inviting me over, kissing me on your couch but now I’m just embarrassed and frankly a little hurt. I need to go.”

There was nothing else to be said as Suga stepped out the door and walked to his car. Y/N shut the door slowly before sliding down to the floor in a heap crying.

She curled up with her knees pulled to her chest as the tears flowed. This usually comforting position only brought her back to her high school days which only made her cry more. These mixed feelings for Bokuto who was filling that role of a protector, and for Suga who was filling the role of a romantic. Two things that Y/N never really got when she was with Taichi and two things that she was afraid of receiving.

Flashback

“I thought we would be going out this weekend?” Y/N asked her boyfriend as they ate the meal she had made for the two of them. Taichi shrugged as he opened his mouth for another bite of the fried rice that Y/N was feeding him.

“We have the Tokyo Saturday practice game babe.” He explained nonchalantly before sitting up. Taichi grabbed her face gently and tucked her chin up so that her face was looking at him. “But you’ll be there for me right? My pretty little cheerleader?”

“I can't… I have to help my parents with their restaurant on Saturday…” Y/N said softly. Taichi sighed and took his hands away from her face in frustration. The little reward of affection quickly stolen from her like a punished animal.

“Really? You can’t not work for one weekend and come cheer me on?” He spat as he stood up. Y/N opened her mouth to argue but Taichi had already started walking away.

“Wait where are you going? Lunch is almost over!” She called out to him, but once she saw him hold up his puff bar she knew he wouldn’t be coming back until he had calmed down. She just sighed to herself and took her phone to text her parents that no she couldn’t work this weekend. Because they would be ok right? If she took off for one weekend?

When Taichi came back she gave him a weak smile and showed him the texts from her parents approving of her going to Tokyo with him for his game. He smiled and ruffled her hair happily as they finished up their lunch.

The scene changed into another memory that was even less pleasant than the first...

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“N-no I took a test last week, and another test today… I can take an-”

“No fuck that. Shit fuck fuck fuck!” Taichi rubbed his face with his hands and groaned in frustration causing Y/N to tremble. Her hands which held the most recent pregnancy test were shaking and she stepped backwards to find a seat.

“Don’t back away from me! I’m not gonna hurt you!” Taichi snapped. Y/N shook her head as she sat down on a kitchen chair.

“N-no I just-I just wanted to sit down!” She tried to explain. Taichi just rolled his eyes and stood up, beginning to pace back and forth.

“You’re not keeping it.” He stated finally after what felt like forever. Y/N looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

“What?”

“You. Are. Not. Keeping. It. End of story. You won’t be a teen mom and I sure as HELL won’t be a teen dad.” Taichi spat growing more and more frustrated. Y/N shook her head.

“We’ll graduate in a few months and no one will know! Please, I don't want to get rid of our baby!” She pleaded with him but all Taichi did was kneel down in front of her taking her hands in his.

“Please Y/N. My love. My pretty little cheerleader. We can’t raise a baby. Why don’t you understand that.” He begged as he rubbed his hands up and down her thighs.

“I have a good amount of money saved up from work- and I’m not going to college! I could-”

“No Y/N. I’m calling the doctor and we’re getting rid of it.” Taichi snapped before storming off to the other room. Y/N bent over and began to cry into her hands as she cradled her abdomen where the baby would grow.

Y/N moved her hands to hold her belly once again. She felt so very small in this moment and wished that she hadn’t invited Suga over, that she hadn’t accepted Bokuto’s help, and that she hadn’t agreed to sleeping with Taichi during their senior year. Maybe her life wouldn’t be so fucked up if she had just stopped and thought about her actions.

“Momma?”

Y/N looked up to see Kaoru holding one of his stuffed animals rubbing his eyes. She wiped her tears away and opened her arms for Kaoru to come cuddle with her.

“What are you doing awake baby?” She asked as he cuddled into her chest.

“Wan' some water…” Kaoru yawned. Y/N smiled gently and kissed the top of his head. She changed her mind. If anything good came out of her relationship with Taichi, it would have to be their absolutely beautiful son.

“Come on, I’ll get you some water and then you can sleep with mommy tonight.” Y/N said as she slowly picked herself up off the floor and guided Kaoru to the kitchen for his drink. Once he was satisfied with the water she gave him, she brought him back to her room and tucked him into one side of the bed before crawling into the other side.

“I love you mommy.” Kaoru said before he drifted off to sleep, Y/N kissed his forehead one more time before falling asleep cuddling him into her own body.

Meanwhile, across the city, Taichi was scrolling through his phone reading all of the nasty comments and gossip articles that were emerging due to his and Amelie’s meddling. Everything was going according to plan. Y/N would soon be back under his control and he would get to spend some quality time with his son.

His real son that is. This whole “Amelie” thing was beginning to get a bit old and besides, she needed to go back to America soon with her kid.

“You know, I don’t really understand why you wanted me to play the role of your new wife. Why couldn’t you just say that I was your best friend or something? That would have made this all the more believable. Shoji doesn’t even look like you.” said the woman from behind him. They were currently in one of the nicer penthouse suites in Osaka while the rest of their scheme came into fruition.

“Because I needed her to feel the resentment of another woman in order to make her think that she was so unlovable and unattractive that only I could possibly love her. Then she’d come crawling back to me and I could finally have her back.” He explained continuing to scroll through his phone.

“Yeah I guess. But like what’s so special about her? Like why do you want her so badly?” Amelie asked as she sat down. She had just appeared out of the shower and was dressed only in a towel.

“She’s the perfect little play thing. Completely obedient and so weak willed she’ll do everything I ask of her. I would be waited on hand and foot just to keep me happy.” Taichi explained. “Not to mention she’s so pretty when she cries. It drives me fucking wild.”

“Yeah yeah, so you just want your trophy wife right? Are you really ready to settle down?” Amelie asked as she shook her hair out and began to get dressed. Taichi let out a bark for a laugh and turned to face her.

“No, of course not. But if I can’t have her-” Taichi said, pausing to light a cigarette and to take a puff, “-then no one can.”

On the other side of Osaka, Bokuto was staring at his phone that was flooded with notifications from Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, SMS messaging, etc. His manager had just let him off the phone after screaming at him for going out with some “nobody”, which had greatly angered him, and not taking his responsibility as a pro athlete seriously.

Despite all of the notifications, there wasn’t one from Y/N. He had left several messages and sent several texts ranging from warning her about the impending article leak to rambling apologies trying to tell her that he really had no idea that the pictures were taken.

But everything had been left unanswered, or delivered. It was starting to worry him… Was she ok? Did she see everything? What if something had happened to her because of the media?

He paced around his apartment trying to calm down. He attempted an at home workout because there was absolutely no way he could go to his regular gym with all the hocum that was about. But working out only made him angrier and more pent up.

Everytime his phone buzzed he would drop whatever he was working on to check and see if it was Y/N but it never was. Eventually he got so frustrated that he did what he did every time he got overwhelmed and needed help. Call Akaashi.

Thankfully Akaashi picked up his phone.

“Akaashi I fucked up big time.”

“Yes I figured that if you were calling me close to 11pm at night.” A tired voice said from the other end of the phone. Bokuto sighed and wiped his face off with a towel from his workout.

“Akaashi I’m serious I fucked up more than I usually do and I don’t know if I can fix it. I don’t know if anyone can fix it!” He whined as he began to bite his nails. It was a habit he had nearly kicked after graduating highschool but had come back in full force once he started college.

“Don’t chew at your nails Bokuto… And yes I saw the news. I thought you weren’t dating this woman though?” Akaashi asked.

“We’re not dating, I’m just helping her with her bills is all but I think I really like her. More than I ever liked anyone! Ever! She’s so pretty and she’s like the nicest person I know and I don’t know but I want her!” Bokuto tried to explain as he walked out of his home gym and into the kitchen. Akaashi listened to what Bokuto was trying to say before chiming in with his two cents.

“Listen. You need to relax. Nothing is going to be solved by worrying about it now, especially because the news is already out there. Your manager already called and you know that they’re working on a way to fix it or at least mellow the situation. Did you reach Y/N?” Akaashi asked.

“No she never answered. I’m really worried about her!”

“Did you call her like within the last couple hours?”

“Yeah!”

“She was probably putting her kid to sleep and going to bed herself.”

“Oh.”

Akaashi sighed over the phone and Bokuto realized how it might not have been the smartest decision to call her repeatedly.

“Look, why don’t you go ahead and take a shower, and go to bed. When you wake up hopefully Y/N will have answered you or at least let you know that she and Kaoru are ok. But you really shouldn’t be stressing about this more than you are right now.” Akaashi advised him. Bokuto nodded to himself, agreeing with everything that Akaashi was saying.

“Yeah. Yeah ok. Ok I can do that.” He said, placing his hand on his hip. “Thanks Akaashi, you’re really the best.”

“Of course Bokuto-san. Have a good night.” Akaashi said before hanging up the phone. Bokuto was now standing in the kitchen trying to think about what he could do. But maybe Akaashi was right, maybe he just needed to go to bed. He dragged his feet to the shower and showered off quickly before hopping into bed.

As he drifted to sleep, he wrapped his arms around a pillow wishing that instead of the inanimate object, that Y/N was with him instead. So that he could wipe away her worries and fears of everything that was happening, keeping her and Kaoru safe and happy.

Suga had just gotten home and was currently sitting down in the shower letting the hot water wash over him. Everything had been going so well but Bokuto’s stupidity had screwed everything up for the silver haired teacher.

Suga wiped his eyes as he thought back to the last couple events of the evening. If the TV hadn’t been on would he have been able to confess to Y/N in a better way? Not that he was trying to think with his other head but maybe he could have been holding Y/N during the night and relishing in her beauty during the morning. There could have been more romance which is what he wanted to give her.

He slowly turned the water off and managed to drag himself out of the shower, barely drying off before flopping down in his bed. He noticed that there was a notification on his phone and his heart involuntarily jumped thinking maybe it was Y/N. Yes he was very mad at her but that didn’t mean he wanted to completely ignore her.

But instead it was his group chat with Daichi and Asahi. The text was from Daichi asking how his date went. All Suga could muster up was a thumbs down and a wonky frowny face before he turned his phone off and lay on his back to stare at the ceiling as he began to think.

Maybe he pushed too far… From their conversations after school, Y/N had confessed to Suga that she still felt as though she had very fragile emotions. He had told himself that he would go as slowly as possible in order not to scare her. She was like a scared little kitten and he wanted to slowly coax her out of the corner and into his arms. But at the same time it really wasn’t his fault. Heck he was even a part of the problem since he had encouraged Kaoru to write the letter, and he’d helped by sending the letter!

All Suga could do was sigh and try to fall asleep but he was now regretting his decision to run away from her after they started to fall out. Besides, it really wasn’t her fault either. Bokuto was just easily recognizable and he was bound to be noticed regardless of where they had gone.

It was all very confusing and his emotions were still running high. But maybe after a nights sleep, he might feel better

Incoming Nautical Transmission:

Oh my goodness... Not my wifi going out like three hundred times as I tried to upload this chapter... SO very frustrating! Anyway here we are at Chapter 14! I hope that it was good enough for you especially after this brief hiatus I've been taking.

TBH I know you probably don't want to hear this but I'm really struggling in school but I've already taken a loan out and need to at least finish the year. I really want to have a college education because I love learning but its so difficult especially after I transferred from one school to another and I am far away from my friends. I really only have acquaintences at this new university...

Plus someone got murdered here like two years ago and I chose this place why?!

Oh jeez- Insert fuck-boy face here :D

OH AND PLEASE CHECK OUT THE NEWEST POST THAT I HAVE LINKED HERE! ITS A PREVIEW OF MY NEXT WORK AFTER THE BOKUTO SERIES!

Love you all!

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#fan mail #bokuto x f!reader #bokuto x reader #angst #fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #single mother!reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto angst

[honeystwiggypeach]

Boo!

Sugawara x single mom!reader

Credit to @jvmisvu who helped me with a lot of the idea tysm!!(also I could very easily turn this into a series if you guys are interested!!)

Tw~ reader is a single mom, Halloween, Sugas a ghost for Halloween, readers family disowns her for a while for unplanned pregnancy and than kinda reactors her idk it’s weird😭, it’s fluffy but let me know if I’d missed anything!

You aren’t to sure when exactly you lost touch with Suga but when it happened it hit hard. You’d lost you with practically everyone, including your family who after finding out you were pregnant practically disowned you for a while. Once they had processed it they eventually began to open up, not that you really wanted them to but they did.

You’d eventually reconnected with Suga who absolutely adored Kaito. It was the cutest thing ever.

He’d practically dragged you over to the Halloween store while Kaito slept against his chest in the little wrap as you sifted through costumes.

In his hand he had a little pumpkin and puppy costume, “which one” he asks showing off the two.

You smile softly pointing to the puppy costume imagining Kaito in an adorable little fuzzy onesie. Your eight month old baby boy was sure to like it!

Suga scoffs when he gets to the adult section, they’re all incredibly bad and he hates them.

“…maybe a ghost?” He whispers and at first you think it may be a joke until he wanders off to the sheet section and buys a pretty cheap one.

When Halloween comes round, your son seems to be more giggly than normal, he rubs his hands on the fizzy indie before he throws his head back in a fit of laughter his chubby cheeks look like they may hurt from smiling so much.

When Suga comes back with his costume on Kaito’s eye widen.

He giggles wildly when Suga picks him up, he pats on Sugas head where he knows he’d typically be and let’s out a shrill laugh when he nibbles his chunky fingers.

Inevitably he gets the hiccups from the sharp breaths he begins to take from laughing.

He stares with widened confused eyes as if he’s never had them before and of course Suga looks to you.

“It’s fine.” You tell him with a slight smile patting his back before he lets out a little burp.

By the end of the night you’re incredibly tired and Suga is holding a sleeping Kaito who lets out the cutest little snores with a sleepy smile as he’s cozied up in his little onesie.

I couldn’t fit everything we had discussed in here so pls let me know if you guys want to see more!!!

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[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

How Ace and Deuce Fantasise About Their Crush, The Prefect

Reader/Yuu is female

Masterlist

Ace Trappola

Deuce is his biggest rival so usually his fantasies involve you choosing him over his fellow Heartslabyul first year

Usually he would be goofing off ‘studying or doing homework’ and his thoughts would inevitably turn to you and he gets hit  with the visual of your beaming smile and shimmering eyes lighting up in adoration as you praise him over his marks on a test like “Wow Ace! I can’t believe you got all of this right - you’re so much smarter and stronger and more handsome and better than Deuce in every way!” and he’d be filled with determination to actually study so you would kiss praise him

Sometimes he would daydream about you wearing his basketball jersey to one of his matches and cheering him on (which you do already anyway - the cheering, not the jersey wearing) and during a tense sports anime worthy match with fast action and slow motion and reaction cuts where your gazing at him admiringly (this boy is literally filming an episode of Haikyuu in his mind) and the scores are neck and neck and he’s about to throw the winning shot and he looks at you winks and is like “this one’s for you” and gets it in, single handedly winning the game and his teammates are freaking out and everyone on the stands are cheering his name and he’s handed the trophy as he’s lifted onto his seniors' shoulders and then you’re there (abandoning Deuce and Grim at the stands) and you congratulate him and you’re kissing him and he’s woken up 🙁

He’s the type of guy to daydream about you in a cheerleading outfit, waving around pom poms and cheering him on - not in a creepy, weird way but more in a cute, endearing way

During the Ghost Bride incident™, you were dressed in a wedding dress to match with all of the suitors’ groom suits and his mind did an application.exe has stopped working before rebooting and immediately got flooded with visuals of you and him getting married

Since he did punch Riddle on the reader’s behalf and flip out at Malleus over Malleus’ completely harmless ‘prank’ during the Spectral Soiree (real king behaviour, what a man *wipes tear*), he does feel protective over them so I think he’d these fantasies where he’s protecting you from danger and bridal carrying you away and you’re swooning over him like ‘my hero ♡’ and peck his cheek

He really does like writing Ace x Reader fanfic in his head, doesn’t he?

I think many of his daydreams would be more ‘what-if’ scenarios where he would lay awake in bed at night, the lights are off and his dormmates are dozing off on their own beds around him, and his mind wanders into how the events of the day would’ve played off if he actually did have the courage to act on his own desires, if he actually did admit he found your smile beautiful during lunchtime, if he actually did hold your hand on your way to class, if he actually did confess his feelings…

If the legends of old are true and that whatever you wish for, you keep, he really really hopes that he gets to keep you

Deuce Spade

It’s canon that he’s a romantic since he has an admiration for the King and Queen of Hearts’ relationship so his fantasies are very reminiscent of classical romances

I headcanon that his mother loves romantic movies and shows (both period and modern) and he loves to watch them with her (he prefers period films/shows over modern ones since he’s been a sucker for fairy tales since he was five)

Even though his fantasies of you are super innocent, he still feels super guilty over having them over his best friend. He thinks it’s wrong to think of kissing someone so kind and sweet when they only see him as a friend and he kind of hates himself for not hating the visions his mind cooks up.

He’s very protective in nature so his daydreams usually feature him saving you à la traditional fairy tale or classic silver screen damsel in distress and her dashing hero or knight in shining armour (not because he sees you as a damsel in distress - you don’t just fight off overblots and live in Twisted Wonderland without being the strongest person ever in his eyes - but because he likes the idea of being strong enough to protect you from danger or you knowing that you can always rely on him to protect you). This, though, also kind of stems from his inner guilt at not being able to save you from the harm you’ve already undergone.

He likes to imagine the two of you stargazing, your figures draped in moonlight as you kiss each other, or the two of you on a white marble balcony, surrounded by doves and baby pink blossoms falling from the trees around you, or the two of you dancing in a ballroom, or kissing in the rain, or giving you piggybacks, or picking you up and twirling you around as you laugh in pure joy, or giving you his jackets or every other cliche he wants and yearns so badly to have with you

Sometimes when he does something good like finish his dorm chores or come first in track club he imagines your voice cheering him on like ‘I knew you could do it, Deuce’ 

He loves it when his daydreams get domestic. His favourite one is when imaginary you and imaginary him are in a chicken coop, surrounded by baby chicks.

Whilst his fantasies are very idyllic and so flowery they could put a florist out of business, he does like the ones that tap into his past as a bad boy where he takes you joyriding on his magical wheel, your arms wrapped around his torso and head resting between his shoulder blades, or he impresses you with his mechanical skills as he fixes a car, or your patching him up after a fight (a fight that happened because imaginary you was being harassed by gang of goons and he came in and saved the day like an action hero)

When he was a stargazer, you were the one who earnestly gave your full support in his dreams and your belief that all of his wishes will inevitably be granted so would you mind terribly if he told you his hearts’ greatest desire

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #fem reader

[concussed-to-pieces]

Wolves At The Door; Part Eight

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: You both skied in silence for a long while, Karl absently watching your hips move back and forth beneath your snowsuit. Due to the stark uniformity of the surrounding area there wasn't much else to look at anyways, so he didn't feel particularly bad for doing so. 

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our eighth installment! There will be no update on the 15th, so our next installment will come on the 22nd. Thank you for reading 💚Enjoy!

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x. Prelude

1. Indebted

2. Blood On Your Hands

3. Brush With Death

4. Come To Bed

5. Smells Like Snow

6. Hot Iron

7. Turnover

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, sexual acts between two consenting adults and graphic depictions of mental and physical duress. Stay safe!]

Tucking into his sleeping bag that night, this time on a wooden lean-to thatched with old pine boughs, his stomach full of a delicious meal, Karl knew he ought to be content.

Hell, he ought to be worn out from a day of socializing. 

But all he could focus on was your back. You had spread out your sleeping roll next to his once you returned from the bathhouse, wished him goodnight sleepily and then immediately nodded off. You were on the outside instead of him, which Karl wasn't enormously fond of, but he understood that you were just too exhausted to climb over him.

Your back was tantalizingly close. It was the only part of you not wholly engulfed by your sleeping bag. He already knew what the weave of your thermal shirt felt like, after last night-

Karl forced himself to roll onto his back, tearing his eyes away from you. Thinking about it too much felt…wrong, somehow, like he was about to get his wrist slapped. Or broken. The merciful Mother Miranda hadn't exactly spared the rod when it came to him. 

The man forced a quiet breath out through his nose, his fingers absently mapping the length of the scar on his lower lip. 

It was still immensely foreign for him to want something and not instantly indulge himself in it. Really, it was going against the nature of the beast! Karl felt a little fake over the whole thing, like he was expected to just…devour you. Swallow you whole and leave nothing but the bones. This slow approach…

Was there anything in life actually worth waiting for? Gods, it had always been such a mad dash ever since he had decided he wanted to kill Miranda. Karl hadn't thought about waiting for anything else in years upon years, his single-minded ambition serving him well in that pursuit. 

Karl glanced over at you again before he could stop himself. 

Yes. Was it being greedy if you wanted it too?

He barely refrained from groaning, the man jamming his knuckles against his eyes in frustration. Sleep didn't come easily for him that night.

So he was a little disgruntled when he was awoken again, well before dawn if the sky was anything to go by. However, his malcontent rapidly vanished as he heard you drowsily ask, "can I put your dick in my mouth?"

Heisenberg didn't even think about his reply, much to his dismay. The word rushed out of his mouth before he could register it. "Absolutely." He grunted, your hand immediately moving to rest on the plane of his hip. "Aren't you tired though?"

"A little," you admitted, yawning, "but I want to do this."

"Listen, I…last night was kind of a fluke for me." Karl warned you gruffly, his words slow to come. It hadn't even been a fluke, it had been an outright baffling turn of events for him to only come once. In the past, it had always taken him a short eternity, at least three orgasms before he was satisfied. Something about last night, something about you had to have been different. Maybe it was the fact that it had been so long for him. "If you start this, it's probably not going to be over for…well, a while. So you don't have t-"

"Shh." You mumbled, unzipping his pants. "I don't care. I'm not doing this to get it out of the way, Karl."

His misgivings quickly faded when you ran your tongue over the side of his dick, Karl hissing out a breath and groaning. You looked incredible with his dick in your mouth. Your eyes were heated and drowsy, your hair still a mess from sleep, slightly-chilled fingers wrapped around the base of his cock so you could engulf him in your mouth…incredible, he could at least admit to himself. Even if he didn't deserve it.

And he certainly didn't. 

"Get up here." He managed to say, patting his chest. 

You pulled your mouth away, squinting up at him. "Where?" You asked, your spit-slick palm still working his cock. 

Karl gritted his teeth; he had forgotten you couldn't really see in the dark. "Uh. On my face." He finally clarified awkwardly. "I want you to sit on my face, sugar." 

"Oh." You breathed. Something in your tone made Karl's dick twitch, which was very new. He'd never had anything like that happen.

Fuck, what the hell was the matter with him? One person showed a little interest and all of a sudden his body was screaming for them? It felt pitiful, but maybe it made sense. No one had ever wanted him before, they had always wanted what he could offer them. Karl hadn't exactly had his pick of bedfellows either, the man not overeager to lose his dick to one thing or another. 

Maybe this was normal.

However, he didn't really feel like dedicating any more thought to that particular issue, choosing instead to focus on you gingerly straddling his head. 

…

Morning found you wrapped around a slumbering Karl, the insides of your thighs still pleasantly sensitive from the rub of his facial hair. You groaned, stretching and then settling back into his arms for another minute or two. 

Your mind drifted back to you waking up in the middle of the night, the sudden impulse to offer a sexual favor, acting on said impulse and how gratifying Karl's response had been. Hell, he hadn't so much as taken a beat before he answered. Your jaw was a little stiff this morning, but to be fair, he had warned you and apologized for how long the act might take. He had also gotten you off as well, which was unexpected but appreciated.

In the cold daylight you grimaced at yourself, thinking everything over. It might not be…so bad, having someone around that, even while being emotionally unavailable, was physically attracted to you. The attention was nice. The way he looked at you was nice. You could live with an arrangement like this. The two of you cohabitating, occasionally sleeping together, but without the mess of a relationship. 

It felt smart. Logical. A mutually-beneficial endeavor.

You nodded, your mind made up, and with that settled you moved to retrieve your discarded leggings from the base of your sleeping bag. The town campground had the rare luxury of bathrooms with running water and you intended to take full advantage of them once more. Any time you could bathe without having to lug or heat the water yourself was prized.

Upon your return from getting washed up for the day, Karl was just struggling out of the tangled mess of his sleeping bag. You took in the way he looked for a moment, catching yourself smiling at his disheveled appearance before he looked up with a scowl.

Seems like you may have tamed me.

"Thought you got eaten." He said unconvincingly, yawning midway through his sentence.

"Well, you certainly made a valiant attempt at doing so last night." You shot back, snickering at his momentary confusion. Whatever his hangup had been, it seemed that the casual nature of your most recent offer had been enough to dispel it. Heisenberg actually laughed once he realized what you were getting at, the sound refreshing in its honesty. 

"You know how I am, always ravenous." He teased with a wink, beginning to messily roll up his bedding. "At least you let me sleep for a few hours-"

"'Let' you, oh my God you're so dramatic."

Continuing to banter back and forth, the two of you broke down camp for the morning and got everything packed back up. As usual, you were returning to Emil's to pick up the supplies that you had secured the previous day, and from there it was back on the trail. 

Karl seemed to be in high spirits this morning, the man carrying on a lively, one-sided conversation with a glowering Emil while he effortlessly loaded the sled with bags of flour and sugar. Emil had always helped you in the past, so it was a bit humorous to see how put-out the elderly man was over Karl's assistance. 

"Take care of yourself, little one." Emil said before you departed, his brows furrowed in a serious expression. "We don't know what happened regarding the military presence at the reservoir and…" he paused, aiming a glare at the oblivious Karl. "Well, we don't know what we don't know, I suppose." He finished grudgingly.

"Thanks for looking out for me." You grinned, making Emil reluctantly smile back. "I can handle myself, but I appreciate the concern."

Emil caught your arm as you turned to leave. "I…I am unsure of the validity of Marku's reports. Promise me you will be safe." He murmured. You nodded. His shoulders sagged, the elderly man clearly relieved. "Thank you for humoring me, little one."

…

"What's he to you, some kind of uncle?" Heisenberg finally asked after the two of you had crossed the town line (indicated by a metal sign so worn it was essentially illegible). "Seemed a little more concerned than the average butcher or baker."

You sighed, glancing over at him. "Emil worked with my relatives for a long time, like I said. He's basically watched me grow up, coming here every fall for years and years with my family."

Karl 'hmm'ed, still annoyed with how Emil had sullenly watched him, but at least now he understood why. "Guess I'll have to let it slide, then." He joked lightly. "The disrespect."

He didn't expect you to laugh. "Don't feel special, he's like that with everyone new. Just stick around and he'll warm up to you."

Stick around. Karl wasn't sure what to make of that. He busied himself adjusting the load on the sled, double-checking the straps wrapped around the bags of flour and brown sugar. 

Did you…want him to stick around? Did you want him to stay in your cabin even longer? 

Indebted.

Karl tossed his head, jamming his hat back down as the wind whipped through the trees. "I assume you know the way?" He called over the wind, smirking when you gestured downward with a deadpan expression at the rutted, snow-covered track. The runner marks from the sled were still visible as well, indicating where the two of you had passed by yesterday.

You both skied in silence for a long while, Karl absently watching your hips move back and forth beneath your snowsuit. Due to the stark uniformity of the surrounding area there wasn't much else to look at anyways, so he didn't feel particularly bad for doing so. 

Casual, maybe that's what you were interested in? A casual relationship, some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement. You didn't seem to feel strongly one way or another, always keeping your cards close to your chest. It was probably simpler to keep things casual anyway. 

You had mentioned Emil and Marku saying something about 'a military presence at the reservoir'. He could only assume it was Moreau's reservoir, especially after that hunched old shepherd had asked if he had any relation to the Heisenberg factory. 

You look familiar. 

Had the older generation in that town met his relatives? His father, maybe? A shudder ran down his spine at the thought. Unless his former family had been better at hiding their urges than he was, he doubted they had left a good impression. He had gotten his legendary temper somewhere, after all.

That particular train of thought steamed onward, souring Karl's mood into a black chasm of bitter half-memories. Family was such a loaded topic, but it really always had been. After his father had passed on (too bad, so sad), family was confusing at best and downright terrible at worst. He didn't have anyone. He never had, and if he'd had his way it would have stayed as such. The bastardization of siblings, of mother, would always make him writhe. Even at a young age, he knew better than to trust what that cult leader wanted to fill his mind with.

They were a means to an end, they always had been. Miranda prettying it up with family was just another tactic to keep them loyal, devoted, good little sheep in her flock. 

"You okay?" Karl started at the sound of your voice beside him, the man quickly turning. You had paused for a drink, your water bottle in hand while you raised an eyebrow at him.

Damn, he was parched. "Lost in thought." Heisenberg muttered. 

"Want to talk about-"

"No." He snapped, then cringed at the way your face briefly showed your hurt before you could hide it. "I uh, no. Sorry. This stuff is better off in my head." 

"Don't think too hard, okay? I can see the steam coming out of your ears." You retorted snidely. 

Karl gave you a hollow grin, taking a healthy sip from his own bottle. "What can I say? I'm a machine of industry."

…

You may as well have been alone for all that your companion offered to the trek in terms of conversation. He trundled along behind you silently, the sled rails crunching through the icy top of the snow under their heavy burden. Nearly two hundred pounds of flour and sugar, never mind the other, less bulky items you had picked up. Your own backpack was carefully loaded to the brim, full of small essentials that would make your winter bearable. It was always important to find ways to stave off the boredom during the cold months, where it seemed like the entire world was hibernating except for you. 

The two of you walked well into the afternoon to reach the lean-to, choosing to eat lunch on the road as opposed to stopping. You found that often if you had a fully-loaded pack, stopping and starting back up again was more difficult than just continuing to plod forward. Karl didn't seem to mind one way or another, the man having no issue with keeping the even pace.

Upon reaching the lean-to, you took in the copious tracks through the snow around the area. Wolf prints criss-crossed over yours and Karl's, and at the outskirts of the clearing was the meandering trail of a solitary bear. You whistled at the sight of that, a little concerned. The lean-to was only about three feet off the ground; a normal-sized brown bear would be able to crawl into it on top of you and Karl and you doubted it would be overly thrilled with your company.

"What the hell? That big bitch ought to be in hibernation." Karl grumbled as he came up alongside you, the man placing a boot firmly in the middle of a pawprint. 

"Late bloomer, I guess." You shrugged, sighing. "I usually don't get much sleep on the return trip anyway. Too much food and the smells attract the wildlife." 

"Sugar, I'm here." Karl thumped himself on the chest, making you snort. "If that bear wants to pick a fight, I'll go mano a mano with it. I do not give a shit."

"I mean you're a bit better suited to the challenge than the average person, what with your ability to make metal listen to you." You pointed out. "The rest of us normies would have a real rough time, especially without a gun." Heisenberg's scoff of derision at that was almost deafening, startling another snicker out of you. "Forgive me, Lord Heisenberg." You teased.

"Don't call me that." His tone dropped to a low growl, entirely lacking in humor. You gave him a confused look and he groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Look, I…I just don't want to think about that shit right now," he continued quietly. 

"Okay." Christ, you felt awkward. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Karl glanced around, then set off in a random direction. You watched him go, worried until he bent to scoop up a few twigs from beneath a tree. The relief that washed over you was…odd, so you staunchly ignored it by beginning to mound up the ashes in the fire pit. 

Scraping the char off to the sides, you worked to separate out the half-burned sticks from the rest of the ash so that you could build the fire properly. A few moments of digging around later and you had a decent pile of kindling, using your knife to splinter the burnt branches into a more useful size. The act was meditative, helping you to turn off the part of you that so desperately wanted to think about Karl, about his past, about…

You shook your head, frustrated at yourself. Now wasn't the time for this! You needed to get the fire going before you lost daylight. That was the priority.

Karl dumped an armful of branches onto the ground beside the half barrel, his eyes distant and reply vague when you thanked him. Clearly he too was thinking hard. He began methodically snapping branches in half, breaking them down into a more manageable size while you continued to carefully stack the kindling. When you finally slipped a match in between the twigs and splinters, you were relieved by how quickly the flames caught. Sometimes it was a little touch and go!

"What's on the menu, sugar?" Heisenberg asked, opening the flap of his pack and then looking at you expectantly. 

"Well, we've got the leftovers from last night's dinner." You had packed the two cardboard takeaway containers (with plastic cutlery, what luxuries!) into the outside of your pack to keep them cold, so you directed him to where they were. "We also have the last of the preserves, at least until we get home, and the bread."

"Save that for the morning, we can make toast." Karl reasoned and you nodded in agreement. 

The two takeout containers were soon splayed open, Heisenberg offering you a bite of his cheese pie in exchange for one of the cabbage rolls you had saved. The two of you took turns warming your ramshackle dinner over the fire, Karl having fashioned a sort of long fork out of a section of metal from the top of the barrel in order to facilitate the process. 

"Granted, I could just stick my hand into the fire, but I don't feel like healing third degree burns tonight." Karl waved his fingers well above the flames in a joking manner.

"Does anything actually hurt you?" You asked curiously, kicking yourself when his expression darkened immediately. 

"Shit hurts me like it hurts everyone else." Heisenberg responded stiffly. "I've still got nerve endings. They're a little fried, but there." 

"Sorry, I'm really putting my foot in my mouth tonight." You tried to apologize but he waved it off.

"You're allowed to be curious, sugar. If I didn't want to answer, I wouldn't." 

"Yeah but I'm not owed information. I'm just nosy, I guess. Don't feel like you have to answer things just because I ask them." At that, you were pleased to see the tension in his shoulders ease somewhat. You wondered if he had felt like he had to answer you, even if it made him uncomfortable. 

"Thanks," was his eventual reply, and the two of you lapsed into a companionable silence while you finished dinner.

…

Heisenberg woke to a fresh dusting of snow on the ground, your face buried in his chest and frost coating his eyebrows. He grumbled, rubbing the heel of his palm back and forth to dislodge the icy remains on his forehead. Drowsy eyes traveled to the two packs that he had hoisted high up into a nearby tree, the man relieved to see them still hanging unscathed. There were also no fresh tracks in the snow that he could see from his reclined position, another good sign.

It had been a quiet night, then. That was a relief. Karl had been concerned about a possible scuffle in the night, either with local wildlife or old friends, but it seemed his fears had been unfounded.

"Time to wake up, sugar." Karl murmured, rubbing your back. "Home tonight, if all goes well."

"Mhm," you hummed, pressing an absent kiss to the underside of his jaw before you rolled upright and stretched. A wide yawn quickly turned into violent shivering and you rushed to wrap yourself up in your sleeping bag. "Shit it's cold, damn." You grumbled, grabbing the ski suit you had tucked into the foot last night and wriggling the legs of it up over your base layer. 

Karl, still a little confused from your kiss, just slid out of the lean-to after donning his boots. He almost welcomed the cold, it was bracing in a way. Grounding. Don't think about it.

"Bread should be in your pack, close to the top." You called when he moved to lower the two hanging bags from their lofty perch. 

"Got it." Karl replied, slinging both packs over his shoulder so they didn't end up in the fresh powder on the ground. After setting the backpacks down in the lean-to, he quickly located the wrapped loaf of bread and handed it off to you, chuckling as you ripped the heel off the loaf and shoved it into your mouth. "Hungry this morning?"

You nodded, struggling to swallow momentarily. "It's tough, I feel like I'm always hungrier after other people's cooking." You admitted. 

"Alright, well, let's get breakfast going before you eat the whole damn loaf." Don't think about it.

But gods, it was difficult. He coaxed the fire back to life and you toasted half the loaf in one go, your eyes so intent on the task it was nearly comical. Then came the last of the preserves you had brought, a little crystalline from being at the bottom of the jar but no less delicious. Karl got a little of the sticky substance in his mustache and you noticed it before he did, the man not realizing until you were wiping it clean with a soft laugh. "You always eat so fast! Nobody's going to take it from you, I promise."

Don't think about it, Karl reminded himself sternly on the trail later that day, finding his eyes wandering to your hips once more. Don't think about it, damn it all. 

Things could be simple. He didn't need to ruin it by thinking about it, like he had done with everything else in his life. He could be happy like this, actually happy. So why the hell did he feel the need to think and subsequently shred his chances of existing peacefully? 

You ruin everything you touch.

Heisenberg set his jaw tight enough to feel the ticking of his muscles. It felt too inevitable, too sinisterly obvious. He was going to do something to ruin this for himself. Maybe he already had set it in motion. He had put his hands on you, had touched you freely, and–

Don't think about it.

What more could he do, though? Without his title, without the want for his title, all he had now was worry, concern, and doubt. His closest friends throughout his life, crowding in once again to drown him with the ceaseless loop of regret. Not remorse, mind, Karl didn't believe remorse was a thing he could feel, but he could understand that he had done monstrous things and justified them in the name of taking down Miranda. Where his 'siblings' had treated their endeavors as the greater good, Heisenberg knew damn well that his goals were nothing so glamorous. 

You ruin everything you touch. 

His vision blurred and Heisenberg chose to stare at the ground for a very, very long time, focusing on his skis retreading the tracks from your own. Behind him the sled full of supplies continued to be pulled along, the runners carving deeper into the snow than either you or Karl's skis. While he was intent on this particular task the man made his most valiant effort yet to entirely turn his brain off and, to his relief, it seemed to work for a little while. No thinking about what he had done, no fear about what he might do. Just one foot in front of the other, over and over again until the two of you reached more familiar woodlands.

Home.

That jolted him out of his thoughtless respite, much to his dismay. It wasn't his home, his home was some mold-ridden hellpit and he knew that. No matter how far he strayed, no matter how much he tried to ignore or forget, that factory was his home. The village was his home, with its sullen gray skies and the taste of rust perpetually in his mouth. 

You skied back to him, a smile on your face. Clearly you had noticed his flagging pace. "Almost home, Karl! Only a little further. You need a break? Snack?"

Home. 

Karl gritted his teeth until they creaked under the pressure, uncertain if the taste of iron was from phantom rust or if he had just cracked a tooth. He forced himself to ease his posture, willed his jaw to loosen, and opened his mouth. "I'd like a snack, yeah. I'm starving." He confessed unexpectedly, the actual response he had intended to give being 'no let's just get this done'.

"You got it!" Slinging your pack around, you dug through until you seized another cardboard takeaway container. "From Rache, Marku's wife. She gave us some donuts. Or, wait no, they're called papanasi I think."

Papanasi. Karl's mind latched onto the familiar word just as hungrily as his hands latched onto the fried good. It returned something to him, in a strange way. A memory, or maybe a dream of a memory: someone handing a small, hungry child a warm treat. 

Was he crying? Heisenberg cringed, trying to turn away so that you wouldn't see him wipe his eyes. He still flinched when you caught his arm but instead of berating him (or whatever the hell else he had been expecting), you simply used the end of your scarf to scrub at his cheek. 

"There! You had a little smudge." You smiled at him and Karl managed to muster up a watery twitch of his lips in return, the man rushing to cram the rest of the treat into his mouth to save him from engaging in some form of conversation.

Home. 

Part Nine

#karl heisenberg #lord karl heisenberg #eventual romance #fix it fic #au #resident evil #re 8 #re 8 village #resident evil village #resident evil karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagine #re 8 karl heisenberg #slow burn #MAX HELP ME I'M FEELING

[ffsg0jo]

- h q b o y s a s c o u p l e p i c s -

haikyuu x fem reader [hinata,, bokuto,, suna,, osamu]

WARNINGS: just like the other one ive tried my best to find pictures that were inclusive, but some of them are a bit specific so i apologise for that -- masterlist

a/n: i really enjoy making these just to sort of relax and have fun in between writing other fics so expect more of these lmaoo. once again, inspo credits go to @/laiiiin

HINATA :

hinata is a fun and loving partner always down to mess around in the park with you at midnight. hes defo one of them ones that will throw rocks at your window at midnight and try and convince you to go on an adventure with him even though the two of live together. like he could've asked nicely, but no, mans wanted to throw pebbles at you smh. hes really fun in that way. also i headcanon that he grew up with a single mother so you know he respects women all day every day. he's so in love with you and will do anything for you. you feet are sore? he'll swap shoes with you. you're cold? take his jacket, he's wearing layers anyway, it's fine. he doesn't want his girl to catch a cold.

SUNA :

he's such a clingy partner omgg. he always has to have a part of him on you or touching you at all times, no matter where you are. whether it's his pinky locked with yours, or his thigh brushing against yours. he's always touching you. you think it's adorable though. there are times where you mess with him on purpose just to see his reaction. you'd be stroking his hair, with his head on your lap and you'd just stop all of a sudden. he'd pause for a second and wait for you to continue and when you don't he grabs your hand and put it into his hair. when you stop a second time, he fully turns around and glares at you.

BOKUTO :

bo is a fun and wild lover, but also calm and comforting at the same time. you two would go out in the middle of the night, dressed in banana suits, running about the park and pretend that you're flying on the swings. and then the excitement would eventually die down with you two just sitting there, comfortably, in silence. you're both sat on the swing set, moving slowly with your hand in his when all of a sudden bo starts talking about the future and what he plans for it. you listen and hang onto every single one of his words, absorbed in the wistful look in his eyes. you feel tears littering your eyes when you finally realise that in every single scenario and mention of his future, bokuto has always included you.

OSAMU :

he's literally the perfect partner in my opinion. he can cook, he's funny, he's incredibly handsome and has a great personality as well. just the perfect person overall. osamu's the type of person to make sure you're always well fed, and more importantly you're comfortable in your own skin. no matter how you look he will always be there to support you and love you. he loves everything about you, imperfections and all. i headcanon that after he quit volleyball his stomach softened up and he just has the most beautiful body. he'd have stretch marks on his chest and thighs and sometimes get really insecure about them, but then he learns to love them because of you. you two are a perfect example of each other's better half.

© ffsg0jo 2022 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

#🌻.sunspell #🌻.haikyuu #🌻.fluff #hq #haikyuu #tahonet #tht.sinta #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hinata shoyuo #hinata x reader #miya osamu #osamu x reader #suna rintaro #suna x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #suna rintarou #osamu miya #i love how each scenario gets longer as it goes on #spirithub #hqlabels

[snowdropluck204]

Masterlist:

Key: Fluff ^ Angst * GN Reader # Fem Reader /

Please note that as far as I'm aware, all my headcanons ARE gender neutral, whereas my oneshots and series will most likely be female readers. (If there are gendered terms in my headcanons, please let me know so I can fix it!) _________________________

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Fem! Streamer! Reader

(Spencer reacts to his girlfriend playing and streaming various games!)

PT 1 Stardew Valley

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Hazbin Hotel

How They React to You Being Powerful (And a bit InSanE) #^

(Alastor, Angel Dust, Husker, Lucifer)

How You React to Angel Dust Speaking Italian ^#

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Harry Potter Characters

Second Chances ^*/ (Mattheo Riddle x Fem! Reader)

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Hogwarts Legacy

If You Let Me ^*/ (Sebastian Sallow x Fem! Reader)

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Stranger Things

Honey ^/ (Steve Harrington x Single Mother! Reader)

PT 1 PT 2

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Riverdale

Sweetness ^/* (Sweet Pea x Fem! Reader)

PT 1

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BNHA (Headcanons)

Comforting Their SO ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How Your Relationship Started ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How They React to Their SO Getting Sick ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How They React to Their SO Getting Stalked ^*#

PT 1 (Sero, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Shigaraki)

PT 2 (Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Aizawa, Keigo)

PT 3 (Kurogiri, Dabi, Toga)

How They Would React to an SO Taller/Shorter Than Them ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How You Two Would Sleep ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

PT 2 (Hawks, Eraser Head, Fatgum, Mirko, Midnight, Present Mic)

Their SO Comforts Them ^*#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

Yandere Headcanons *#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

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BNHA (Series)

You're My Prize (Shoto Todoroki x Mafia! Fem! Reader) ^*/

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3

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Haikyuu!! (Headcanons)

How You Two Sleep ^#

PT 1 - Captains (Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)

Pick Up Lines They Use On You ^#

PT 1 - Captains (Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)

When They Want Affection ^#

PT 1 - Setters (Oikawa, Atsumu, Kenma, Kageyama, Akaashi)

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Teen Wolf (Series)

Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ^*/

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 PT 5 (Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey)

Balloons (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) ^*/

PT 1

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#masterlist #teen wolf x reader #bnha x reader #haiykuu x reader #headcanons #oneshots #series #love #cute #angst #snowdrop requests #open requests #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader #hazbin hotel

[shotorozu]

hello!! i saw that your requests were open and wanted to ask if you could do single dad! atsumu suna and sakusa falling in love with reader, like it's sort of a meet cute (or not) but the reader falls for them and the kid and happiness lskfjsdfk have a great day!!

single dad! falling for reader

character(s) : miya atsumu, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi (haikyuu!!)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, timeskip au! (because,, single dads.)

headcanon type : fluff, crack and angst if you squint (x reader)

warning(s) : mentions of the character’s ex wives, the ex-wives being jerks for multiple different reasons and ways (so,, be warned. for negligence, not very detailed hitting, and cheating, but not on reader)

note(s) : me, writing for haikyuu?? wow, a surprise! also, it’s been a while since i’ve written for haikyuu so if i don’t get the characterization correctly— ESPECIALLY FOR SAKUSA, i’m sorry in advance.

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miya atsumu

at first, his marriage was happy. miya atsumu— successful in his 20s, basically set for life, and with a head strong wife that gave him a wonderful daughter

he was elated when his son, genji came into this world. he wouldn’t swap him out for anyone else. and it was all good, really

until he started spotting marks on genji’s delicate skin, and he even found a large bruise on his shoulder when he was changing his shirt! he almost passed away seeing that

genji would also have a sudden fear of being alone in the house— even when his mother would stay behind to take care of him

but why though? genji’s only 4! what could’ve happened to him? he doesn’t recall hiring any babysitters.

he finally found the answer one day, when he found out that his head strong, intense wife— has been physical with him!

basically, all the love for his wife flew out the window, and he filed for a divorce— and of course, he won custody

and he assumed that his love life would stop at that— and it didn’t sound terrible. all that mattered was that his son was safe, and happy again

but this is where you come in

you work at a toy store, a small business toy store really, that sold the highest of quality only

and atsumu took genji to either replace, or fix the toy he broke a few days back. the place was recommended to him by shoyo— who also had a kid of his own

you’re just two years younger than him, eyes full of determination and care, practically the complete opposite of his ex-wife.

you put up a good conversation with him, while you fixed the toy— the two of you talking about the mutual friends, and that ‘this place should be a lot more popular.’

and also, his son did happen to take a liking to you. he seemed joyous in your presence— compared to how he was with his ex-wife

and from that moment on, the two of you would only become closer— especially when a bunch of his son’s toys started breaking magically

before atsumu knew it, he harbored something for you— the absolute angel you were to the both of them

“‘m sorry for the inconvenience,” the faux blond scratches the back of his next “didn’t know genji here was a ‘lil clumsy weasel,”

you laugh, and genji’s just staring at you with amusement, “it’s fine, genji could break his entire toy box— and i’d still fix it anyway.”

so this was the nerve wracking part, “to make up for it, would you like some coffee later? i could treat ‘ya.”

“is this yer way of askin’ Y/N—”

“shut yer mouth for a sec— uhm,” he looks at you, sheepishly

you laugh, “miya, i wouldn’t mind honestly. but i’d assume you’re busy as it is.”

“not at all!” atsumu replies, “i’ll just, drop off genji first. say yer thanks to Y/N,” atsumu looks at genji, encouraging him to say his thanks

“,,thanks for fixing my toys, Y/N.”

“no problem, genji.” you smile at the two of them when they move to leave the store, fixed toys in hand— as they wave at you before parting

“oh, Y/N?” atsumu calls out,

“yeah?”

“call me atsumu— from now on.” his cheeks are tinted pink, and he can feel genji’s eyes on him.

“oh, uhm. yeah! i’ll see you later, atsumu.”

so yeah— the two of you went out for some coffee, and before he even knew it, he was in love.

it might take him a few months to realize it though

suna rintarou

i can’t imagine him having kids for some reason 💀 but if he were to have any, he’d definitely have a daughter

rintarou himself, didn’t think he would have kids at at all, really. but the moment he was able to meet asuka— his lovely little daughter

he was hooked. he seemed a little awkward at first, not very used to caring for a child. but he was actually decent at his job

he’d sneak into his daughter’s room to hold her when she was upset— even when his wife was too knocked out to realize it, and he’d show her picture books

since she liked them a lot, even when she can’t coherently read a straight paragraph yet.

it started to concern him when he realized how little his wife was involved in the development of their daughter.

she started acting different, a little bit after she didn’t have to breastfeed asuka

and then, that’s when it happened.

“i literally can’t believe you,” he speaks when he’s packing his things, “we have a child together.”

his soon to be ex wife is on the floor, begging him to stay— but he doesn’t care. “look, the idea of you cheating wasn’t very surprising. i don’t care anymore, really. but the fact that you’ve been neglecting asuka for your selfish needs is low. i hope you’re ashamed of yourself.”

his words are so much different that his lenient, calm self. which only solidifies reality

so he leaves with asuka, not caring about the sobs that left his soon to be ex wife’s mouth.

and even though he was still angry at his wife for not being there, he’d never let it show to asuka

he’d still show her picture books, he’d still sit down and watch miraculous ladybug with her— even when she doesn’t understand it all completely

and speaking of picture books— he decided that he needed to buy more for her

so he took her to the bookstore, and he didn’t really know what he was doing. he bought all those previous books when asuka was still a newborn

now it’s a little fuzzy on what he should be looking for. colors, right? he needs a picture book that has plenty of colors.

and that’s where you come in. you’re youthful, despite looking not that far off his age, you’re humming to yourself as you fix the bookshelves

“uhm,” he calls out for your help, and you look at him in recognition “need any help? what are you looking for?”

there’s a helpful glint in your eyes, and it reminded him of what should’ve been in his ex wife’s eyes. “my daughter, likes picture books. and,, i don’t know what i’m doing.”

she’s basically a replica of him, same eye color, and same hair color. but her eyes are much more rounded, youthful.

“cute kid,” you smile when she coos at you, “the children books are this way, follow me!” you exclaim, moving to navigate your way to the children’s book isle

so it seems to be that you really know what you’re doing. most people would’ve recommended picture books with a lot of words, or just no words at all

but you’ve found the books that made asuka exclaim in happiness.

and although it’s not very obvious that rintarou’s caring to his child— he is, and you could tell. despite looking lost, and sometimes bored when you’re explaining the books.

so every 2 weeks, the father would return with his daughter, after he got back from volleyball— and you’d help them pick out on certain books.

rintarou assumed he’d never take a liking in anyone again, but,, here he is. and he doesn’t know how you’ll react to that.

but it’s worth a try— he’d try and get your number when he’d see you again

the next time you see him, the middle blocker’s alone. and he tells you that he needs more picture books for asuka, since she’s staying over at his volleyball friend’s house for a day

“Y/N,”

“yes?” you turn your head, meeting his stare. he looks well,, himself. like how he first sought out for your help a few weeks back

“,, could i get your number? y’know, just in case asuka wanted worded books in the future. you’ve helped a lot, so,,”

you smile, “is this your way of hitting on me?”

he didn’t think it was that obvious, “what?— i mean,” he fumbles to reason out, feeling a bit more awkward. because yes, he’s asking you out but,, he has the power to make things more laxed, y’know?

truthfully, you don’t know much about him. you know a lot about his daughter, sure! but you don’t know anything about her biological mother, or what happened, or why she’s not taking asuka to the bookstore

but you chose not to ask, out of respect. he’d tell you some other day. “i’m just teasing,” you smile, moving to get a small piece of paper— writing your digits on the paper, and placing it in his pocket

“i’d like to see you again,” you smile, “say hi to asuka for me.”

the middle blocker left the store in content, absolutely sure that asuka would love to see you again even when she can’t form proper sentences.

sakusa kiyoomi

didn’t think he’d be fit to be a father— but here he is

though he seems cold, he does take responsibility, and he does love and care for his child, seina

it’s not like he’ll be posting pictures of his child everywhere— i mean, even if he had a different personality, he still wouldn’t be posting his kid everywhere

but he does cherish seina, like his life depended on it. he’d still silently watch her cross out word puzzles in a messy matter, he’d silently listen to her talk about her favorite pastries

he loves her!

so that’s why it made him mad, when even after 4 years of seina being born, her mother made little to no effort in spending time with her

doesn’t matter if it was a simple gesture like tucking her in, or showing up to a birthday— she just,, never did.

it was almost as if she was ignoring seina, which causes some distraught on the child’s behalf— which passed on the negative feeling to him

like,, seina wasn’t an unbearable kid. sure, she acted up here and there, that’s an issue kiyoomi has been trying to fix on his own

but it was nothing too concerning, and it was containable. but his wife treated her like she was absolutely unbearable

and it was super strange because, she’d act normal around him, but would barely acknowledge her own daughter’s existence

so what did kiyoomi do? he confronted her, of course.

and no— his wife wasn’t cheating, and nothing tragic happened that would’ve caused her to be this way

she was just,, lazy

“so.. you gave birth and stopped caring for her? is that it?” furious was an understatement, considering that his wife forgot to make her daughter breakfast

which caused her to sneak out of the house, and ask for some breakfast from some nice neighbors.

“look, if you want nothing to do with her, just say that. i’m taking seina, and leaving.” so yeah now he’s a single father.

to say he didn’t love her was too quick, a part of him didn’t love the fact that his wife loved him, but didn’t show any sign of affection towards her daughter.

he knew it was going to fade away anyway. his feelings for his unofficial ex wife.

and i don’t think he’d plan on seeing new people, since now these days— people just like the idea of being with him

which meant that most people would’ve been scared away, or turned off if they really sat down in a conversation with him

besides the point, kiyoomi was taking his daughter to the bakery again— as she was craving new pastries, and wanted to go to the new bakery that just opened near by

and kiyoomi was like “why not ig” and took her there— but then, this is where he’d meet you for the first time

you were one of the bakers, and it’s not like he was going to pay attention to you— until you did something even HE couldn’t do

“papa, whyyyy” the whining sounding painful in his ears, as his daughter clung to the display of pastries “can’t we get moreeee??”

“seina,” he sighs, “no, we can’t.”

“but—”

“papa, you’re no fair!” her bottom lip trembles, and he could almost FEEL the judgmental stares of the other customers in the bakery

and this is where you come in, “is something the matter?”

“papa won’t.. get me more!” she stares at the selection of pastries, “i’ve been so nice but.. it’s no fair!” her eyes tear up

“don’t cry,” you bend down to blot her tears away with a tissue, “y’know, he probably has a reason, but you’re in luck— actually!” you maneuver behind the counter

you come out from behind, presenting a fresh batch of pastries— that were just right to his daughter’s liking, to the point that it shut her up entirely

“they’re on the house, today’s our opening day, so it’s the bakery’s treat!”you state in a warming matter, grabbing a paper bag to place the pastries in

kiyoomi stares at you, observing you quietly— you could feel his cold stare, even though he’s wearing a medical face mask, that covers about half of his face

you blink, not knowing what is going through his head, and you gesture to his daughter to take them

you clearly don’t know who he is— and that gives kiyoomi some sort of relief, compared to the other customers that are murmuring to each other “sakusa kiyoomi’s here with his daughter! is this what he does in his free time?”

kiyoomi takes the paper bag, giving some sort of non verbal acknowledgement, before he takes his daughter’s hand and leaves

“bye, kind person!” seina calls out to you, which catches you off guard— this causes your coworkers to coo at the girl’s words

“didn’t know sakusa’s daughter was so cute!”

and you’d assume that your interactions with the quiet stranger and his daughter would end at that, but no! life is full of surprises.

the tall masked father comes in again, a little bit before closing time— you were absolutely beat, your back feeling as if boulders were glued to the back, and your feet burning from all of the rush

“oh, what could i do for you?”

he stays quiet, but a small presence sticks behind him, and peers up to you. the face is familiar to you, so you wave “hi there! it’s nice to see you again.”

“i wanna say thanks.” her rounded eyes practically shimmer when they lay themselves on the pastries again, but she shakes her head “for the pastries! they’re very tasty.”

“i’m glad you like them, what was your favorite part of the pastry?”

“the filling! twas yummy!” she gives a toothy grin, “tell me, where ‘dya learn to bake like that?”

kiyoomi stares at the scene unfolding before him. it was.. new. unfamiliar— he hasn’t seen his daughter act like this with anyone else— besides him and his team mates. so, he simply watched.

seina babbled and babbled, much to the your amusement— and the other staff members. you listened to her with your full attention, your interest never wavering in the slightest

it’s a bit later, kiyoomi holds a tired seina in his arms— you expect him to leave the bakery, his daughter’s wishes been fulfilled, and he wouldn’t have a reason to stick around

but then he presents to you a large stack of cash “for the pastries. my,, daughter really liked them.”

your eyes widen, “sir! i told you, the pastries were on the house!” you shake your head, “either way, i can’t take this! it’s too much for some pastries!”

“no, seina insists. in fact, she’s entirely why i’m here.” his tone stays consistent, but even with the mask— you could tell that he’s smiling. “she’s well,, everything. if she’s set on something, then she’ll do everything to achieve her goal.”

you smile at the statement, “thanks for bringing her here sir..?”

kiyoomi hesitates to tell you his name for a moment, an unfamiliar, yet familiar pound in his chest rises— he chooses to not figure it out right now, considering that it would be too soon to pursue a romantic relationship.

but, if his daughter brought him here, then it must be for a reason. “kiyoomi.”

“right,” you smile, “thanks for coming here, kiyoomi. you can give me a call, if seina wants any more pastries.” you write your number on a piece of paper, and hand it to him

he doesn’t reply, but he does take the piece of paper anyway— keeping it in his pocket

and for once, he thinks that he doesn’t hate having to go to the bakery weekly., because there’ll be a warm presence there to greet him— and of course, seina.

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[nxrthmizu]

happy birthday — tsukishima kei

pairing | tsukishima kei x reader

genre | fluff

w.c | 1.6k

↪ part two of this

second chance // an opportunity to try something again after failing one time

tsukishima kei wasn't expecting anyone. sure, it was his birthday, but he did have work the next day, and wasn't very keen on drinking himself senseless into the witching hour.

since yamaguchi, his mother, and akiteru had taken it upon themselves to inform half of japan of his birthdate, kei had just spent the past four hours repeating 'thank you' to people ranging from his junior high schoolmates and strangers he had never met. he was certain that 99% of the players involved with the japan volleyball league had shown up, much to the amazement of his museum colleagues.

the bell rings for the third time, and kei is suddenly hyperaware of how annoying the sound is. he had just sat down, for goodness's sake— was it too much to ask for one minute of rest?

with his socializing energy at an all-time-low, kei nearly tears the door off his hinges, greeting his unwelcome visitor with a fierce snarl. "what do you want—" the words clamp down on his throat, breaking his airflow for a whole five seconds as he stares, utterly floored. "... y/n?"

"...hey?" you look sheepish, holding a small, one-cake-slice-sized box in your hand. he's known you long enough to know that you did your makeup on the fly— the tremble of your eyeliner is a sure giveaway. "... uh... is this a bad time? cause i can come back later—"

"no!" he blurts, hands slamming onto the door frame. he hadn't caught a glimpse of you in six months, ever since that fateful night when you walked out through the same door you were now standing in front of. there wasn't a single night in those six, grueling months that he didn't think about you, or the warm feeling of having you contained within his arms. sure, there were nights when you two fought, heading to bed with your backs faced to each other— but when morning came, you would somehow be in his arms, and somehow kei just knew that things would blow over.

except maybe they didn't.

left with too much time to think, he analyzed every little argument the two of you ever had, critically examining every word he uttered. perhaps the break was needed— the two of you needed to take a step backwards, re-assessing what you two wanted for each other, what you two wanted together. what you said that night hadn't be wrong— there were just too many issues being swept under the rug, too many things you weren't communicating about, too many problems he elected to ignore, in hopes that they would just 'blow over'.

"i mean," he clears his throat, lifting his hand off the doorframe, groaning at the paint scratch he caused. "would... would you like to come in?"

mentally, he smacks his forehead. you don't need permission to enter! in his mind, kei still considers the apartment your home, too. even if you haven't stepped foot within its grounds for half a year.

"if that's okay?" you smile softly, holding up your cake box. "you've probably had some already, but i bought your favorite. if you're full, you could have it tomorrow morning, before work?"

"no, no, i'm not that full." kei instantly assures, even though he's already brushed his teeth. on normal circumstances, he would leave it for the next morning, but what was brushing his teeth one more time if he got to talk to you for the first time in over a hundred-eighty days?

you narrow your eyes at him playfully. "don't lie to me, tsukishima kei. i can smell your toothpaste. i'll leave it in the fridge."

a fond smirk dances over his lips as you brush past him into your apartment, leaving your shoes where you always do on the shoe rack. the sound of your sock-clad feet padding past the living room brings a truckload of tension that kei didn't know he had off his shoulders, and all of a sudden, the house feels a thousand times cozier, even if nothing materialistic has changed.

he watches you from the sofa as you bustle around the kitchen, and he knows by the number of beeps on the electric stove that you're boiling water for tea— green, probably. the ration of tea packets are restocked regularly, because when you moved in, you brought your tea addiction with you, too. kei's been lured into drinking it on a daily basis, right after dinner, as a way of calming himself down after a day of work and practice. typically, tea would be accompanied with you, snuggled up against his side as he complained about the kids he met at work that day (you both knew that he had a secret fondness for them, but shhh).

"i hope you don't mind. i made tea." you say, bringing the glass teapot you were adamant on buying a year ago. it was one of the best purchases kei ever made in the apartment, because he was reminded of the worth every single time the two of you did your regular tea routine.

"of course i don't mind." he replies instantly, picking up his mug (the green one with tiny dinos on the edge). "this is still your home, too. you don't have to ask to do anything."

he pretends not to see the flash of surprise across your features.

"right." you murmur, pressing your mug onto your lips, blowing gently on the surface.

the two of you sit in silence for a while, sipping on your tea as the clock ticks onto eleven o' clock. suppressing the urge to ask you to stay, kei taps the surface of his porcelain cup rhythmically, forgetting that you know all his tells, front to back.

"is there something on your mind?" you ask gently, setting your mug down. he grimaces.

"ah... it's nothing." kei brushes off, not wanting to come onto you too quickly. for all he knew, you were just here to deliver the cake, not to reignite whatever was left of the relation he let simmer for too long...

"... right." the tone of your voice spells i-know-you're-lying-to-me,-but-i'll-let-it-go-for-now.

the silence continues, like a set prolonged. it's starting to get on kei's nerves when you (thankfully) speak again.

"happy birthday."

"thank you." even though he's said those words a thousand times that night, it sounds a comparatively much less robotic than it had for the previous thousand times. perhaps it was thousand-first time's the charm. "i mean it. thank you for coming over."

you wave it off. "i couldn't have not come. tadashi sent me an invite, but my boss needed me to work late and i didn't manage to make it."

ah, so that was why his best friend routinely glanced at the entrance nervously throughout the night. that explained a lot.

"i don't mind." kei takes a sip of his green tea, enjoying the warmth that courses through his chest. it isn't warmer than the warmth you give him, though. "i like it like this. ... just the two of us, i mean."

you contemplate him for a moment. "i like it like this, too." you confess quietly, as if whispering a childhood secret to him behind the karasuno gym.

he couldn't bear it any longer. he's always been patient, yes, but he's seen the looks his mother and brother threw him through the night, because they both knew that the one person that really mattered wasn't there. he was pretty sure his mother was just about to introduce him to some random girl before he excused himself for the night.

"will you stay?" he blurts, feeling very un-tsukishima-kei-like. it isn't like him at all, to be brash, and bold, but how can he? for the past four hours, he's talked to countless people— heck, half of them were volleyball celebrities— but not the one he wanted to talk to.

"do you want me to?" you ask softly, shyly, and kei knows that you're thinking if he wants you back— which is stupid, honestly. he knows that you're always thinking that you're lucky to have him, when it should be the other way around. kei doesn't think there's anyone else willing to put up with his dry humor, his hectic schedule, and his dinosaur memorabilia. if anything, he should be the one thanking the gods for letting him have you.

"don't be stupid." he snaps, cringing internally at how his tone came off. "of course i want you to stay, you're the best thing that happened to me. i won't force you, but—"

"i left some clothes here, right?" you cut him off with a hum, and when kei looks into your eyes, he just knows.

there's still a long, long, long way for the two of you to go. there's still plenty of things he needs to learn. there's a pile of issues in the store room that needed to be tended to.

for every million arguments there are a billion conversations where you two need to sit down and work out the knots. for every insecurity, for every misunderstanding, for every conflict, there is a needed effort to clean up the mess properly instead of just sweeping it under the floorboards. but for every tangle there lies between the two of you, there is a universe of room to grow, and change.

kei knows he's willing to make an effort, for you. kei knows that he's willing to do anything to make sure you don't walk out that door without looking back again. kei knows he's willing to do every single thing he can do (and can't) to make it work.

he knows.

he looks into your eyes, and he smiles.

everything is going to be alright.

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[octo-cutie]

Bokuto Koutarou is an influence to many if not all young volleyball players including the son of Y/N, a single mother who tries her hardest to make ends meet while providing the perfect life for her son. When Bokuto offers to help her out at the request of her son, how else is it supposed to play out?

Chapter 13: Ignorant Bliss

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Life seemed to have gone back to normal. After a teary eyed goodbye at the Airport, Y/n and Kaoru had slowly settled back into their normal routine of Y/N going back to work at the museum and Kaoru going back to school. But after a few weeks of hard work, Y/N had earned herself a day off.

It was peaceful. Y/N seemed to find peace in her troubled life for once. Her hand had finally healed the cracked bone and she had made an appointment to get the cast cut off.

“It looks like your hand healed up nicely Y/N.” The doctor said as they removed Y/N’s cast from her hand. The weight difference was hard to adjust to for a moment but she figured it out within a few minutes.

“I’m definitely glad to be out of this case. It’s made lots of things harder.” Y/N explained as she flexed her fingers and itched a particular spot on her wrist that had been itchy for at least three weeks.

“I’m sure you are. Anyway, if that's all you’re more than welcome to check out at the front desk.” The doctor chuckled before leaving the room. Y/N picked up her belongings and made her way to the receptionist in order to check out.

Freshly decasted, she made her way back home for a well deserved bath. With everything from the Osaka trip to the stress of coming back to work and Kaoru being Kaoru, there was little time for her to relax and take a load off her shoulders with a nice hot, at home spa day.

Dimming the lights in the bathroom, she lit a few of the candles that she kept hidden away from Kaoru and sprinkled bath salts inside of the running water. Y/N poured herself a glass of white wine and slipped into the bath as her phone played from a playlist of relaxing spa music.

Y/N was very proud of herself. For less than 10,000 yen she had been able to recreate her happy place inside of the bathtub.

Silently her phone buzzed on the footstool she had set up next to the bathtub. Placing her glass of wine on the floor and picking up her phone she giggled to herself seeing that Bokuto had sent a snapchat video of him and his team goofing off on their water break. Hinata and Atsumu were pictured chasing Sakusa around with their shirts over their heads while Meian chased after the two of them around trying to stop them from Sakusas wrath later.

Her heart jumped when she saw Bokuto’s happy face beaming at her from behind the screen. And just like she had felt that spark all those months ago when Kaoru had started writing letters to the star athlete, she felt it again and found herself gazing into the golden pools of the frosted tipped man.

Bokuto… She shivered as she remembered how he had held her in his kitchen and while they pretended to be a happy family at the zoo. How he stared at her with his charmingly beautiful eyes, and his adoringly innocent smile. Y/N was slightly ashamed to admit that within the last couple weeks after Bokuto’s nightly phone calls and after Kaoru was safely tucked in bed, she would shut herself in with her vibrator and reminisce about their chaste touches and hasty kisses in his kitchen.

She sank lower in the bath, letting her hands wander and thought back to how much she craved his attention and his touch. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched her in a way that had her feeling the effects of withdrawal.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan as her fingers fluttered between her legs and she imagined that Bokuto was sitting in the tub with her. His husky voice in her ear as her hand guided his own down to play with her.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl.” Imagination Bokuto whispered in her ear. Y/N shuddered as she imagined him pressing her legs open with his heavy hands and sliding his massive fingers inside of her with the gentle touch of a dove. For such a big and burly man, something in the back of Y/N’s mind told her that he would be so freaking gentle. She wasn’t blind. Bokuto was massive and wore size 14 sneakers.

And big feet usually mean big dicks…

She used her other hand to imagine Bokuto’s hand grasping her breast and gently groping it in the way that made her skin tingle. Y/N rolled her fingers over her nipples which had always been sensitive and more so after Kaoru was born sending ripples of pleasure towards her clit as she fiddled with it. She whispered his name out loud as if he could possibly show up in her bathroom. Each motion by her hands created more and more waves of pleasure that shot to the inside of her core.

Imagination Bokuto’s husky voice whispered in her ear directions for touching herself, telling her to curl her fingers inside of herself or telling her hand that was pushing and pulling on her breast to pay attention to her nipples and to flick or pinch them.

“Don’t quiet yourself I wanna hear you” Imagination Bokuto said inside of her head. The ghostly feeling of his voice in her ear only spurred a bigger need to keep pleasuring herself. She whined as her fingertips only barely grazed the spot deep inside of her, pleading for the image of Bokuto in her head to help her but unfortunately only her fingers were the ones curling up against her sweetest spot illiticing leg jerking actions and the heaving of her chest.

It was shameful. Y/N knew this but she couldn’t help the sexual attraction she felt for the man. And perhaps she was wrong but in a few of their raunchier phone calls, Y/N could swear that Bokuto sounded a little winded and out of breath which only left her thoughts and hands wandering to even more shameful places.

Y/N moaned loudly and lurched forward to help her fingers reach a deeper spot in her cunt, feeling her juices gather at the base of her fingers. When she’d finally finished her act of pleasure she slapped her hands to her face as it burned with a fierce blush. She couldn’t deny the crush that was forming in her heart for the athlete but she couldn’t help but feel as though it wasn’t worth it. Bokuto was a successful athlete and could have any woman or man he wanted. Why would he pick a used woman who could barely afford her rent and couldn’t even stand up to her ex or his new ugly fish faced wife.

Y/N pulled her knees to her chest and laid her head on against them. Maybe it was better to quit while she was ahead. His fame and massive fortune was a world that she wasn’t a part of. It would be better if she took up Suga’s offer for dinner that he had been offering the last couple weeks.

Y/N looked over at her phone that was sitting on her towel stool. With her ringer off to induce the peaceful and tranquil environment, she probably missed a few messages and calls. As Y/N checked her phone, she was right. Bokuto had sent her a few snapchats of him and the team, texts about their possible plans to meet up for Christmas, and a DM on instagram with a video of a puppy who was doing party tricks. On the other hand there were a few texts from work asking for shift coverage, and Tsukishima had sent out their schedule for school group tours, and some private birthday parties that would be happening within the next week.

Y/N opened her messages and scrolled until she found Sugawara’s contact and opened up a new message.

Are you free later? -Sent

Delivered

Read

Sugawara’s chat bubble popped up and within a few minutes he responded informing her he was in fact free and did she want to have dinner with him? Y/N sent off a quick reply asking if 6pm would work and if he would like to come over for dinner. Sugawara responded with a thumbs up and a happy face emoji and Y/N smiled happily to herself. Even after his abrupt confession through a kiss in his car a month ago, Y/N hadn’t found herself uncomfortable around him. In fact they had been dancing around the issue for some time and it was never brought up without flushed cheeks or a squeak from one of them about how they had an errand to run later. But Y/N sighed as she heaved herself out of the tub to dry off.

She could be happy with Sugawara. This was the right level for her. Nothing too flashy and a romance that would keep her comfortable… Just the right amount of happiness.

Y/N was so busy imagining what possibilities could arise from this one dinner that she almost didn’t notice the pull of her heartstrings at the thought of telling Bokuto they were ‘just friends.’

A few hours later Y/N found herself finishing up a pasta dish for her, Sugawara and Kaoru. Sugawara had yet to arrive and Kaoru was complacent watching TV in the living room. Since Bokuto had helped pay the cable bill this month, Y/N could afford to let her child watch a couple more cartoons rather than shutting it off at 7pm.

She couldn’t tell if the steam from the boiling pasta water was making her hands sweaty or if it was the fact that she wasn’t entirely sure if this was a date that was about to happen even if Kaoru was in the house and joining them for dinner. Technically Kaoru had been a part of her date with Bokuto at the zoo and Bokuto didn’t have a problem with that.

Y/N hissed as the boiling water popped and caused a couple droplets to fall on her hand. She shouldn’t be distracted by Bokuto when she had the complete opposite of him coming over in a few moments.

It was at this moment that there was a knock at the door. Y/N wiped her hands on a towel and turned the heat on the stove down to let the sauce simmer while the pasta sat.

When she opened the door, Sugawara was standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a shy smile on his face.

“These are for you Y/N.” Sugawara explained, holding them in his outstretched arms with a slight tint to his cheeks. Y/N accepted the flowers happily and pulled him inside. Sugawara quietly apologized for the intrusion and placed his shoes next to Y/N’s before moving them out of embarrassment. That place should only be for the man in Y/N’s life, plus what if she got the wrong idea?

As Sugawara fretted over the debacle of the placement of his shoes, Y/N brought the pink camellias to their new home in a purple and polka dotted vase. Kaoru, who was extremely excited to have his teacher come over, had already recruited Suga to help him draw pictures and help him with his homework, giving Y/N enough time to set the table and clean up in the kitchen a little bit.

“Ok boys, dinner is ready. Kaoru put your homework away please and go wash up. Sugawara, can I interest you in a glass of wine? Y/N asked, holding up a bottle of white wine and two glasses.

“That would be lovely Y/N. Thank you so much for making dinner and inviting me over.” Sugawara smiled standing up and accepting the glass from her hand taking care not to brush over her fingers and cause his jumping heart to force a blush to his face.

Kaoru ran in from the bathroom and sat at his spot at the table.

“Suga-sensei! Come sit next to me! Please!” He added, tacking on the please before his mother corrected him on it. Sugawara smiled and humored the boy by sitting next to him while Y/N took her seat across from the silver haired teacher.

Y/N served the boys their food to them with shaky hands. Despite how well the evening was going, she couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of something uncomfortable deep in her gut but she chose to ignore it in favor of the man in front of her.

“I hope it's to your liking. It's a western meal and I don’t know how well the ingredients taste when they’re from Japan.” Y/N explained, tucking into her own meal. Sugawara took a gentle bite with his fork and nodded in appreciation. Y/N felt a sense of pride as his eyes lit up and he continued to eat the meal.

“I haven’t had many western meals, but this is absolutely delicious Y/N!” He said with much enthusiasm, already helping himself to a second portion. Y/N smiled lightly and spooned more of the dish onto Kaour’s outstretched plate.

“Yeah momma makes the best food! It's always so yummy and- and-” Kaoru started with a mouthful of food. Y/N looked at him in a reminding way, and he quickly swallowed his food before continuing.

“Momma makes the best food! She wants to be a chef one day!” Kaoru finished as he wiped his pasta sauced lips on his sleeve. Y/N sighed and reached over the table to wipe his lips with his napkin as Sugawara watched bemused at the boy’s statement.

“You want to be a chef? I think you’d be great at it.” Sugawara said with a lilt of encouragement. Y/N blushed slightly and rubbed the back of her neck.

“It's a dream I had when I was younger. I wanted to open my own restaurant but you know, I was blessed with this little rascal.” She jokes. But Sugawara knew better than that. Despite how she tried to hide it, he knew that she still wanted to finalize that dream.

“You’d be a wonderful chef Y/N. This meal was absolutely delicious.” Suga said with a large smile. Y/N blushed and hid her face by spooning another serving of pasta onto her plate.

Dinner continued peacefully and Y/N eventually allowed Kaoru to go watch some TV while she started to wash the dishes. Suga saddled up behind her with more plates, setting them down and rolling up his sleeves.

“What- Oh Suga no you don’t have to help.” Y/N said as Suga begins to scrape the plates and place them in the soapy water.

“No, I insist! You made this absolutely delicious dinner. It's the least I can do.” Suga said, tapping Y/N’s nose with his soapy finger causing her to giggle as she wiped it off.

The two continued their cleaning/play fighting with the soap for about a half hour, giggles and laughs filling the air of the kitchen. Inside Y/N’s chest was a large level of comfort and it felt good to finally relax after having to walk on eggshells around each other after Suga’s abrupt confession in his car that one rainy night.

Eventually, it was time for Kaoru to go to bed and of course since his teacher was here, that meant Suga was chosen to help put him to sleep. Y/N carried him into his bedroom and put him under his covers with some tickles to tire him out, a kiss on his forehead, and a “mommy loves you so much.”

“Can Sugawara read to me tonight?” Kaoru asked as he snuggled up with his stuffed animals. Suga knelt down next to his bed and pulled a book of of the small shelf next to him, which Kaoru quickly approved. It was an old tattered copy of The Little Prince, a book that was well loved and well read seeing as how Y/N had had to tape the cover back onto the binding and with how Kaoru instructed Suga to turn the pages in order to not rip them

“A sheep-- if it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers too?” Suga read, before being interrupted by Kaoru who practically knew the book by heart.

“A sheep, I answered, eats anything it finds in it’s reach”

“Am I reading this story or are you reading it to me?” Suga asked, looking at the boy who quickly bounced up in bed with a frantic shake of his head.

“No! Keep reading it! Please!” Kaoru begged, rolling around in his bed prompting Suga to read on with a smile on his face and a small laugh. Y/N giggled as she listened to Suga continue to read the book with a vigor that only an elementary school teacher could possibly have. Soon enough though, Kaoru drifted off to sleep with the story helping to guide him into his dreams, which led to the two adults to slowly creep out of his room.

“Thank you for reading to him. But you really didn’t-” Y/N started but was quickly cut off by Suga who ran a hand through her hair as they enjoyed the quiet warbling of the TV on the couch.

“I know, I didn’t have to but I wanted to. If I didn’t have to teach all the kiddos at school I would spend all my time reading to them.” Suga explained as they sat together on the couch. Y/N had left a small amount of space between them that was quickly closing as the two adults continued to talk into the night before eventually ending up with Y/N in Suga’s lap as the two of them just stared into each others eyes, leading to a very timid kiss from Y/N onto Suga’s lips.

The silver haired teacher felt his breath catch in his throat lightly, his eyes widened and his grip on her waist faltered slightly as he remembered how their last kiss had gone. It was rushed and heated, full of unexpressed emotion but this… This was what he had hoped it would be like the first time.

“Is… was this ok?” Y/N asked when there was no movement from Suga who immediately nodded.

“No- I mean yes! Yes it was fine! It was more than fine, it was great and I want to kiss you again!” Suga blubbered with a slowly reddening face which only caused Y/N to snicker and kiss him one more time. This time Suga kissed her back and the two of them just enjoyed the small high they were riding from finally being able to enjoy a sense of normalcy in their lives.

No Amelie

No bills

No-

“Y/N why are you and Kaoru on TV with Bokuto at the zoo?”

Incoming Nautical Transmission!

Hello babies! I am back finally and I have a very juicy chapter for you all! Thank you to those who have patiently and loyally waited for me to return. I think with the new annoucements about Bokuto going to college, it was only right that I publish this chapter.

I love you all!

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So Ive been reading your haikyuu "didn't know they where dads" and was wondering if you could maybe do one for suga and daichi.

Ps they are great and super cute

I definitely can!! I’m so glad that you liked it!! I think they’re very interesting to write since I rarely write conflict!!(just letting you know that I’ve only written for Daichi once and idk if it was to good…) for Sugas I changed it a little!! Also!! I should start working on the prompt list soon just wanted to say that!

I am so sorry for how long this took! I was in school and my school is like I think an hour or two longer than the average school here😭😭

Tw- drunken one night stands(suga), probably cursing, arguements, let me know if I missed something!

Suga

He’d be ecstatic, he’d always wanted to be a dad. Your precious daughter was the result of a drunk one night stand and you had met Suga only a few times from a friend before, you couldn’t really careless though, she was amazing and your favorite person always asking if she could draw pictures with you when you’d try and write things. The problem was really that you didn’t know how to contact him as said friend ended up breaking their friendship with him.

Unfortunately, Yui was starting school today, unfortunate for you not her. Yui was insanely excited to start school as she bounced on her feet asking if you guys could leave yet.

“Just a second honey, a few more things and let mommy get a photo please?” You tell her as you open up your camera app, you see her pose and you snap a few photos.

“Ok ready?” She nods happily.

When you walked into the building there he was, his eyes widen dramatically as he drops his gaze to the little girl who’d suddenly gone nervous at the idea of being left here.

“Suga?” You ask quietly and he nods, it’s evident that he knows Yui is his daughter, it wasn’t like she didn’t look like him, she had a similar mole near her eye, his eye and hair color, and a matching piece of hair that as much as you tried to flatten simply wouldn’t stay.

“So this is uhmmm” he motions toward Yui and you know what he’s trying to ask, you nod a bit.

“I tried to contact you but you know with everything…maybe we can talk about this after school” you suggest as he nods taking hold of Yui’s hand as be guides her to sit with the rest of the kids.

“I’d like that”

Daichi

It ended bitterly, you couldn’t grasp that his job wasn’t dangerous.

“Daichi, and what do I do if you piss someone off one day and they hurt you?”

“That’s not going to happen!” He yells right back and before you knew it it was over.

Too stupid of an argument to apologize for as the both of you had taken it too far.

But almost a whole year later, you’ve got two precious babies, a boy and a girl and they’re the lights of your life.

“Good morning my loves” you coo turning the lights on in their nursery as they smile and giggle bouncing in their cribs, “who wants to go to the park?” You ask as if they could understand.

It felt like you’d been in the house for days, besides the sun was good for them. So you loaded them up into the double stroller and buckled them in placing a few snacks on the tray to keep them occupied as they giggled and babbled.

You smiled softly letting your mind lead your legs to the park not even thinking twice to go down main street…coincidentally the same street Daichi directs traffic on…

So when his eyes widen at the sight of you you begin speed walking down the street as he calls after you buzzing on his walkie talkie for someone to take over his position.

By the time he’d reached you he was panting hands on his knees as you leaned over the stroller the babies cooing happily.

“Daichi” you speak, your words come out sharp and harsh, harsher than you intend.

“Listen I just wanted to say I’m sorry, I see you moved on had kids,” his heart wants to break at the idea.

“Daichi” you mumble

“that’s fine, I just want you to know I still love you.” He finally catches his breath as you roll your eyes.

“Are you done?” He nods as you pull back the little visor on the stroller.

“They’re definitely yours…I didn’t settle down at all and I love you as well but we’re kind of a package deal babe” you tell him in almost a joking manner.

He’s nodding the most serious look on his face as he looks down at the twins both staring right back up, eyes the same dolor of brown as his are.

Pls let me know if you want to request anything because I love writing requests so much!!

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Haikyuu Boys Reacting to y/n Crying During a Fight

Volleyball Boys x Reader // y/n Crying During a Fight // Dating!!Haikyuu cw ~ angst//fluff//foul language ft. bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, kenma, lev, sugawara, kageyama, hinata, tsuki plot - the boys accidentally make y/n cry without realizing Most likely Part 1

Bokuto

bokuto was in the midst of scrolling blankly through his phone, having just finished cleaning up your bedroom like you had asked

you rushed out of the bedroom, asking him questions about what he'd thrown away, and that's when it began

you were fighting about how bokuto had accidentally thrown away something special to you

bokuto kept insisting it was an accident and you shouldn't be so upset at him

but of course, it was something special to you, something your mother had given to you before you lost her

soon enough, bokuto slipped up out of annoyance and mumbled "you're being such a baby about basically nothing" which stung like crazy

you would turn away, in a huff, at least that's what bokuto thought at first

he waited for you to respond, at least giving you the respect to do so

he immediately realized when you didn't respond back that you must've been hurting, the way you brought both hands to your face and left them there

this man must've felt so guilty once he saw the tears

he would intertwine your fingers together, squeezing your hands to reassure you that he didn't mean it

he apologized as he kissed your knuckles softly, promising to ask before getting rid of things that weren't his

later there'd be big cuddles in bed

"I love you, darling. I'm sorry for being a big dummy, please forgive me."

Akaashi

akaashi would have just come home from his part time job

instead of getting a kiss on the cheek per usual, he had to walk into his room to find you sitting on the bed, arms crossed and eyebrows scrunched up

when the fight began, akaashi put little to no effort into listening to what you had to say

so childish, he thought, for you to start an argument over the fact that it took him an hour or two to text back

he stayed calm while you rambled and rambled on, not listening to a single word that came from your mouth

fighting with akaashi always made you frustrated and sad, but some things just get pushed to the edge

in the spur of the moment, he turned towards you and said "you're only mad because I'm the only one you can talk to"

he left you speechless, and with a sigh, turned back to what he'd been doing

you, on the other hand, brought a finger to your lip as it began to quiver. you bit it, fighting the urge to cry, but eventually allowed the tears to slip down silently

it didn't hurt that he said that, specifically more the fact that he ignored your feelings and everything you'd said

akaashi asked if you wanted ramen, and you tried to reply as calmly as you could, but your voice cracked

because of the voice crack, you had stopped talking and akaashi began to realize why

he turned around and pulled you into his arms, rubbing small circles into your back

he told you to tell him your problem with him again, that he'd listen this time and wouldn't ignore you

offered to make ramen as a sign of apology

"it's alright, hun. I'll turn my notifications on and make us some ramen."

Kuroo

you had just returned home from a party, but you felt as if you wanted to throw up

my mans left you alone with a couple of his friends, going to talk to some more of his friends - who had a few female friends, each taking a small liking to kuroo

this wasn't the first time it happened

he looked open for anyone to take too, looked as single as could be

so when you returned home, you were fed up with him

he noticed the look on your face and asked you what was wrong, or if you needed some water

when you responded back with the fact that he'd left you alone again and went off to talk to some girls, kuroo just laughed at you

questioned your jealousy in a joking manner

you went on, leaving yourself vulnerable to him as you tried to explain your feelings

of course, it was kuroo, so he didn't understand

he waved it off, accidentally saying something around the lines of "stop worrying, they're just friendly girls who want to talk. no big deal, now leave me alone about it"

which was literally the worst possible thing to say, only causing the feeling of jealousy and worry to grow

so you whispered "fine" and left the room, going into the bathroom to take your makeup

when kuroo came in to flirt with you, he noticed your reddened eyes immediately (he loved to look into your eyes, they were pretty)

he wanted to hug you and comfort you, but you pushed any physical affection away. you just wanted him to listen to you

so he sat down on the counter in front of you, showing you that he would listen

"next party we go to, I'll have you 'round my arm the whole time. nobody in the whole world could replace you, babe."

Kenma

you'd be sitting alone in the living room, hearing kenma yell at his game once more

you felt distant, lonely, and a little annoyed. kenma was, once again, in the middle of his game instead of giving you just the smallest bit of attention

so you got up to talk to him about it

he had just finished a round when you came in, taking a quick glance at you before returning to his game

when you came up to him, he muted his game and cocked his head in question

you asked to hang out, and he replied with he was playing a game

but he was always playing a game, never hanging out with you

he would roll his eyes at this, and throw insults all around the room, insults that would bounce of walls and strike you as hard as they could. so you did the same back, even though it might not hurt him

he didn't even look at you when he argued, just at his game

when he was tired of talking to you and ready to go back to his game, he slipped the headphones back on and finished with "you knew dating me would be like this. it's on you for thinking any different"

when you left the house, he thought nothing of it, and honestly didn't care much

but when you didn't return that night for bed, he began to worry

he called you, and after a couple of tries, you finally picked up

when you began to tell him that you were at your friends for the night, he noticed the soft sniffle that you tried to hide

he asked for you to come home, saying he needed to show you something, so you did

he asked you if you were free to hang with him the next day, and you were astonished - and when you smiled slightly under the warm tears, he would pull you onto the bed with him and attack your face with soft kisses

"yeah, yeah. I'll take a break from gaming more often for you."

Lev

you noticed lev placing his items in the same places you specifically asked him not to do the last time you tried to have a serious talk with him

you kept tripping over his things, which he had a bad habit of scattering all over the place

he said he would, but you knew he never really took you seriously

you were so small compared to him, and he was a humorous guy, so he didn't ever take anything you said as serious as you might've meant it

when Lev came home from practice one day to find you moving his things around, he was a little offended and looked at you with his nose scrunched up

you glared at him, annoyed by his reaction to your actions

you told him about how you tripped again, and he simply said sorry but told you not to move his things

it got pretty heated after that, and Lev laughed at multiple things you'd said to him

"just look where you're going. it's not a big deal so stop overreacting"

when you responded to him with a harsh "nothing ever is" and then left to your room, almost tripping over more of his stuff along the way, he immediately felt bad

he picked up his things and moved them before going into the room you shared

you'd ignore him, hiding under the sheets of your bed, scrolling through your social feeds

he would take a quick shower, so you took this as a moment to let all your feelings out by crying

when he finished, you thought you were in the clear. but when he climbed on top of the bed and into the sheets with you, you realized you were still crying even though you hadn't felt any tears

he would take you in his arms, spooning you. he apologized for not taking you seriously and that he was a bad boyfriend for that

you reassured him that it was alright, happy that he finally got the message

"I cleaned up my things by the way, love. tell me if you need me to do anything else, okay?"

Sugawara

you had been looking around for suga, feeling a little negative about yourself and you wanted a bit of comfort from your boyfriend

but of course, he was nowhere to be seen. you last saw him in the morning before he left to go to Daichi's house

he'd be back in a few hours, like everyday. he was never around

so you panicked, hiding in your bed and allowing the negative thoughts to spread and pollute your mind, unable to stop them on your own

when suga arrived, you had moved on and were now reading a book, so how would he know what you went through without his help? it had ended only half an hour before he arrived

when you called for him, he came in curiously, ready to help his lover with anything

but then you began to question him going out everyday

he shrugged it off at first, saying he could do what he wanted and it should be fine

you argued back with him about it, causing him to get angry with you

"listen, if you don't like me just spending some time with my friends during the day then you don't have to stay. you can just leave our relationship"

the thought of leaving suga and him being the one who told you to do it pained you, and suddenly you felt sick

you began to cry, unable to control the soft whimpers that made their way to his ears

he came to your side and wrapped his arms around you, caressing your cheek with his hand

when you finally opened up to him about what had happened a few times before when he was gone, boy he felt so bad and would not stop apologizing

"daichi can wait, you always come first."

Kageyama

you were waiting for a response from kageyama, having asked if they could go on a date anytime soon - or just hang out

when he replied, it was a no, saying he was hanging out with Hinata for the most part on those days

he had promised to spend time with you this week, just like the week before, but ended up spending time with Hinata instead

when Kageyama returned that night, he found you laying in bed, fiddling with the sheets anxiously

he asked what was wrong, only to receive a small huff in response

you're being stubborn, but that's alright, he's being a jerk

he pushed a little more so you finally gave in, telling him how you felt about never being able to do anything together because he was always out with hinata

this made him explode, yelling his head off about how he could do what he wanted and how hinata was his best friend, ect.

"hinata makes me happier than you ever could"

once the words left his mouth, he had left himself speechless

you got up with a nod, mumbling a quiet apology before leaving

he wasn't the type to chase after someone, but he did just this once

he was scared that another person he loved would leave because of something he did again, so he went after you

when he did get to you, he hugged you with so much force that you almost fell back. he closed his eyes tightly, feeling your tears soak his shirt

he apologized repeatedly, promising to never make you cry again

"even though hinata's my best friend, he can't ever make me as happy as you do."

Hinata

you looked around for hinata, but no signs of him appeared. you were supposed to go out and get lunch together

not knowing what to do, you called him

he answered quickly, saying he was in the midst of his volleyball practice

you frowned, reminding him of your date

he sighed, pointing out the fact that he had volleyball practice

you began to argue, pointing out the fact that you had planned a date but you always have practice during the date

this caused you to start asking questions about if he really even wanted to date you, if he even wanted to make time for you if he couldn't even just go on a date once, if he could maybe stick to his plans and give you a heads up when he couldn't go

hinata started to rush his words as he was being called back to practice, so he accidentally allowed a mean sentence to slip

"if you don't want to support me going to practice, then I'm not going to support us"

it wasn't so much of a break up sentence, more of an insult and a warning

you knew he didn't mean much by it, but you hung up and sat down, squishing yourself into the corner of the couch

not too long after, the front door opened, causing you to jump in fear of someone seeing you in tears

you tried to dry them as fast as you could, but you couldn't dry them fast enough

the orange haired boy ran inside, jumping onto the couch where you were sitting, and attacking you with cuddles

he would repeat things like "I didn't mean it" "I love you" and more

although he was sweaty, he was more focused on wiping your tears away

"I'm sorry, y/n! really, really sorry. I didn't mean it so please forgive me! we can go out to lunch now, I'll pay!"

Tsuki

when tsuki had moments like these, where he never left the bathroom, it always made you worry

he never talked to you, never let you in, and it would be like this for a whole day at most

today though, you've had enough and you wanted to see him happy and full of confidence again

so when you knocked on the door and entered, it left tsuki surprised and a bit annoyed. last time you entered during these days, tsuki had grumpily told you to go away

so when he said that today, you shook your head and stood your place, asking him what was up and if he needed a hug

he groaned and waved you off, telling you that he didn't need your help or pity

you tried to convince him otherwise, letting him know that you were only trying to make him feel alright

you never intended to start an argument, but the conversation eventually slipped into that category

once tsuki shouted, "I fucking hate you! you're an ass of a lover and can't even let me be when I want to be alone!" you knew you had overstepped your boundaries

even though it was selfish, you couldn't stop the tears that had welled up and pushed past your wall in hopes to stop them

tsuki's face softened slightly and he looked away, still waiting for you to leave

with quiet sobs, you did, and you hid in the closet to let out as much as you could so you could at least be there for tsuki

so you could be a good lover like he wanted

to your surprise, tsuki walked in a few minutes later. you stared at each other for a moment. tsuki was never the best at comforting others, or at using his words

so he sat down next to you, snaking an arm around, and pulling you closer. that was how he'd apologize, complimenting small things about you like "you smell nice", "your hair is really soft today", and "your outfit looks good on you".

you understood, leaning into his touch just the slightest bit more

"wanna go get some ice cream later? we can talk about things then, if you still want to."

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call me home [ch. 13]

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Character: Ushijima Wakatoshi

Pairings: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Tags: angst with a happy ending, post-timeskip, fake-dating

You’re an ex-child star, now professional model. Ushijima is the professional volleyball player you get paired with for an ad campaign. Somehow, you convince him to simply let the paparazzi spread dating rumors for publicity. What could possibly go wrong?

a/n:

And we're not out of the tunnel I bet you, though, there's an end - I Will, Mitski

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Chapter Thirteen: all i ever wanted

The following weeks were a whirlwind when you announced your decision to quit modelling. You’d wanted to end things quietly, simply fulfil the last of your contracts and stop looking for or accepting new jobs, but Naoko said it would be good for your eventual music career to get your name in the news again. It upset you, at first, because this was the kind of manipulative game you’d been so tired of playing, but you compromised on a single interview and then you’d hole up at home working on your new EP. The music industry, you knew, would be no less vicious than what you’d been through before.

As excellent as your mother was at playing the gossip game, it was inevitable that people would find out you’d left her agency too. This was a little more difficult to explain, but you didn’t want to ruin her, so you played down your fights, and turned them into disagreements. You’d rather they paint you as an ungrateful spoiled brat than ruin your mother’s life’s work. She didn’t deserve it, but you wanted to choose kindness.

By then, Ushijima was deep in pre-season training. He was human after all, you surmised, when you first saw him nearly passed out on the couch. As expected, neither of you had much free time. You had to finish your EP before you could even reveal your identity, if you wanted to release it with a big media explosion.

Still, there were rare moments of peace; rare moments when neither of you were completely exhausted in your passionate scramble for success in your respective fields. On one such moment, Ushijima finally visited you in your studio.

The studio had never felt small to you, but it seemed so when Ushijima walked in. Your nerves turned it from the place where you made magic back into the spare room it used to be. Your instruments transformed into toys, the computer setup into a tangle of wires. You wondered how Ushijima saw it. You gestured for him to take a seat.

“So, what do you think?” You asked. Ushijima noted your nervous hands.

“I don’t know anything about music,” he admitted. “I didn’t realise it would require so much equipment.”

You laughed a little. “That’s how I feel about volleyball, to be honest.”

“How are you?” Ushijima asked, rolling his seat closer to yours.

“Better now. Tired.” You said with a shrug. “You?”

“Tired.” He said, smiling softly. “Happy.”

You hesitated, not sure if you had the right to say it, but you said it anyway: “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Ushijima said, his smile turning serious as he took your hand in his.

“The EP’s almost done.” You said. “Just some finishing touches for this last song.” You didn’t promise him your time, knowing when you released the EP it would be another media whirlwind, possibly even bigger than last time. Hopefully, even bigger.

“Good. You need to stop sleeping so late.” Ushijima said.

“I can’t help it if I’m at my most creative at 3 in the morning.” You argued. “But maybe we can take a nice long nap together soon.”

“That sounds nice.” Ushijima said.

You fidgeted a bit. “By the way…” you said, pretending something had just occurred to you when you’d been stewing on it since you started working on the EP. “I wrote you a song. I finished it last week, and I want you to be the first to hear it.” You flushed. Besides Naoko, Ushijima would be the first to hear your music knowing who wrote it, and this song was all for him.

“You don’t have to pretend to like it, if you don’t. I know different people have different tastes. It’s just a little something I-”

Ushijima said your name sternly. “I’d love to hear the song.” He said, face softening with affection.

“Okay,” you handed him a pair of headphones, “but you have to look away from me while you listen, okay? I don’t think I could handle watching you listen to it.”

Ushijima nodded seriously and put the headphones on. You spun his chair around so he faced the wall, and then selected the final version of the song and hit play. You focused your gaze on the opposite wall overcome with so much fear and anxiety. Your hands gripped at your poor chair’s armrests.

You remembered what you wrote in that song, how you sang the words you couldn’t tell him in person. You wanted him to feel, through the melody, how he made you feel. You wanted him to hear the sincerity in your voice. You made so many versions trying to get this one song right. If he didn’t like it, you didn’t know what you were going to do.

Finally, Ushijima removed the headphones and turned back around. He gently spun your chair to face him and you resisted the urge to close your eyes. He was smiling, blushing even. The tips of his ears were red.

“I…” he started, and the look he gave you was so gentle and loving that it melted your anxieties away. “You meant all that?” You only nodded. “It’s a good song.” He said, nodding very seriously. “I wish I was as good with words.” Not for the first time, you left Ushijima at a loss for what to do.

“It’s enough that you liked it. Really.” You said. He leaned his forehead against yours and kissed you gently.

“I love it.” He said, and it felt like he’d said he loved you.

—

You made the announcement. You released the EP. You revealed your identity on the various social media platforms you used as your faceless musician self. Everything exploded the way you knew it would, and it was the most chaotic thing you’d ever experienced, but you felt so much lighter and so much more at peace for it.

You had no idea how heavy the weight of your secret had been until it was lifted. You jointly managed your new socials with Naoko, and approved a few interviews. Everyone wanted to know everything, but it was easier now that you could say your piece without anyone else feeding you words. You still had the anxious urge to guard yourself whenever anyone asked personal questions, though it was a relief to know you were being a lot more honest than before.

As expected, there was backlash, and not even anything new, only what you knew would come. You were just fame-hungry, money-hungry, just another dilettante celebrity. It never mattered whether they’d heard your music or not. The EP was a vanity project and you’d fade (back) into obscurity in no time. But you had Naoko and Ushijima, and you were more confident with yourself than ever before. What mattered was that the people who’d loved your music before you revealed your identity continued to love it. What mattered was that new listeners were willing to give you a chance.

You weren't surprised by Kaoru’s very vocal support, but you were surprised when she reached out to you personally. You had a nice long conversation over tea, about why you’d felt you had to keep things a secret, even from her. It had been a private conversation, and you’d entrusted Kaoru with some very personal information, like what really happened with your mother. You felt perhaps it was time you learn to trust a few more people.

It was more of a surprise when Aoi reached out to you. It started with a text: “I hate you.” It was sent at 3am, but you didn’t see it until later in the day, because you were finally sound asleep at a reasonable time, wrapped in Ushijima’s comforting arms. As soon as you saw her text, you invited her to your apartment.

“Why? So you can gloat?” Aoi asked over the phone. It took a very long time to get her to even answer your calls, but you were persistent. This was a conversation you had to have in person, but you were willing to meet Aoi halfway.

“No.” You said. “We need to talk.”

“About what? You win. What is there to talk about?”

“We’re not in competition anymore, Aoi. And even when we were, there was nothing to win. Not really.” You said. “We were kids! We were friends.”

“Were.” She said.

“I know people have asked you if you’d known who I was all along when you shared my song. I know you didn’t. I know you genuinely liked it, and, to be honest, your tastes are impeccable. You helped me a lot, without even knowing.”

“Can’t you see how much worse that is?” Aoi hissed. “Why are you doing this? Why now?” Aoi had always been the better actress, but you could hear the hurt in her words, under all that bluster.

“Because you know what I went through, growing up, better than anyone else. We were hurt by the same things, the same people, but I’m finding my way out, and I think you could too.”

When Aoi didn’t say anything, you added, “And besides, I wrote you a song.”

She sounded angry, at first, when she responded, and you explained that the third song in your EP was about her, about how you wished the two of you had never grown apart. How you were angry at the people who’d pit two kids against each other like it was a spectator sport. How you wished Aoi had never grown to hate you, because you never did hate her, not even now.

And of course Aoi had heard the song. In fact, she’d listened to the entire EP, because she could never resist, when it came to you. You were like a wound that would never heal, because she kept picking at it.

Aoi finally conceded to a conversation in-person, though she invited you to her apartment instead. The two of you spoke for hours, there was yelling and arguing, there were tears too. You talked about how you two grew up, how you were raised to compare yourselves against each other in an environment that was already so viciously cutthroat.

Aoi admitted she was relieved when you quit acting, because she could finally be seen for herself, instead of as compared to you. She genuinely loved to act, and she’d always been frustrated with you when you didn’t take your job seriously, because you were so obviously unhappy with your career. Most of all, she was really truly happy for you, that you’d left your mother’s controlling grip, because she knew how terrible she really was.

It would be slow going, but you and Aoi agreed you could be friends again, for real this time. She’d been worried that you’d grown to hate her, because she knew that she’d been so cruel to you. She apologised, and you accepted. After all, the only person Aoi had ever hated was herself.

—

Volleyball season was finally starting. You knew your time with Ushijima was even more limited, but you were still neck-deep in promotions and the whole circus you’d unleashed unto yourself that it was difficult to focus even when you were together. Most days, you barely spoke. Most nights, you slept apart. Ushijima never left the general area that encompassed where he trained and where he lived, except for official games.

You watched his games as often as you could, though you never had time to go in-person. You streamed them live or watched replays, and it always frustrated you, because you only did it to see him. True, you were starting to enjoy volleyball as a sport, but you watched because you wanted to see Ushijima. But of course, he had to share screen time with his teammates and rivals, after all.

Ushijima always knew you were watching the game, if not at that moment, then he knew you’d eventually watch it back later. The thought propelled him, and more than once, he wondered if that was what pushed some players further than they’d believed possible.

Once, you finally found time to watch a game in-person. You brought Naoko with you, and sat as close to the court as possible. It was overwhelming. You had no idea Ushijima dealt with this kind of pressure whenever he played. There were cameras and sportscasters everywhere, not to mention the spectators who would cheer wildly and often, for either team. You wondered if Ushijima would even be able to see you, though you worried about distracting him. Even the lighting of the court was intensely bright, reminding you more of a stage or arena. It dawned on you, again, how amazing Ushijima was to be able to perform perfectly every time, under such extraordinary conditions.

You cheered for Ushijima and his team just as loudly as anyone else, practically blending into the section of seats you chose that belonged to the Schweiden Adlers fans. It was hard to tell whether he noticed you or not, whether your cheering spurred him on or distracted. In fact, the two teams were so focused on the game that they seemed not to notice anything else at all.

When the game ended, you knew you wouldn’t be able to see Ushijima just yet. His team won, but they’d still have a meeting about the game in the locker room, and before that, you were sure Ushijima would have to give some courtside interviews. Maybe he’d even need to see the physical therapist later on, considering how intense this particular match had been. It was later in the evening than you’d expected, so you left Ushijima a message that you would wait for him at his apartment.

You and Naoko joined the throng of spectators to the train station. It surprised you, how much you enjoyed taking the train. There was something comforting in it’s gentle rocking and the maps that felt like a fun puzzle. Once, you’d joked to Ushijima that you’d never get lost, because the maps were such excellent patterns. It did bother you when people would sneak photographs of you, so you started wearing a face mask during commutes, which helped.

You got off at Ushijima’s stop, saying goodbye to Naoko, and walked the familiar path from the station to his apartment. You imagined what he’d be doing. Surely he’d still be at the stadium. He hadn’t responded to your message yet, and you wondered if he’d linger at the Schweiden Adlers training centre or go straight home, after the team bus dropped them off.

At Ushijima’s apartment, you let yourself in with his door code. As you entered and changed into your house slippers, your phone rang. You had a brief thought, before picking up, that it was strange how your heart would still skip a beat seeing Ushijima’s name on the caller ID.

“Hey, congratulations!” You said. Ushijima thanked you modestly, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Are you at my place?” He asked. When you made an affirmative noise, he asked, “Did you get there okay?”

“Yup. I took the train with Naoko, but she wanted to go home.” You said. “Should I make dinner?” By that, he knew you meant you’d make dinner for yourself and heat up the pre-prepared meal the Adlers’ nutritionist made for Ushijima.

“That would be good. I’m on my way home.”

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[katariinasworld]

Hi 😊, I was wondering if requests are open if so can I request headcanons about single father Atsumu x fem Pre-teen daughter reader. Thnxx 🥺

Hey ! Thanks for your request, they are open 😊 !!

Sorry for not answering you earlier 😩

After writing for Kuroo as a single father I'm happy to write for Atsumu this time 🥰

Hope you will like it ! And I hope it's what you wanted. Enjoy !! 😌

SINGLE FATHER ATSUMU WITH READER AS HIS PRE-TEEN DAUGHTER

fem!reader

Atsumu loves you to the moon and back, you are his little princess, he could do anything for you

It’s you and him and he and you both against the world but that was before when you were a child

He continues to wake you up the same way he did when you were a child which is by tickling you and then kissing you on your forehead

He even kisses you when he come to pick you up and is a little bit (too) loud calling you by nicknames like monkey / cheese ball / dumpling / muffin which you don’t like because you are too embarrassed

He ABSOLUTELY refuse to see you grow up

And Osamu is not helping either because he does the same thing your father do when you visit his shop with your friends calling by embarrassing nicknames

He has a lot of rules in fact:

Don’t wear make up

No boyfriend until she is 40yo

No hang out during weekdays

Curfew is at 5pm 6pm if it’s near the shop or the gymnasium and he can come pick you up

No drugs no alcohol and many more

If you disobey him and don’t respect those rules you are grounded (but he can never resist those puppy eyes you learned to make)

Sometimes call Kita to know what to do with you because you changed a lot from his little girl. Kita then tell him; you are growing up and he should maybe stop treating as a baby and to see you as the young girl you are.

Moreover, you are in the age when your body start to change, periods, boobs growing, hair appearing…

Once follow you when you asked to hang out with your friends because you were suspicious, he thought you were going to see someone. In fact, you went with one of your good friends, one who don’t judge you because you don’t have a mother, to buy pads and lingerie.

That’s when Atsumu has a reality check and realized you had grown up and he should back off with the daddy’s girl act a bit

He would talk to you about those things and try to put you at ease about talking to him about those things like bras and pads

KEY WORD “try”

I think you would distance yourself from Atsumu as a pre-teen but will go back to how you were before even closer than before when you will pass that phase.

Atsumu would be sad at first but will wait for you to come back to him when you’ll be ready because you are his little girl and even if you are 40 yo you will always be his little baby.

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MASTERLIST

𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗: angst - ✧ | fluff - ✿ | smut - ♡ | done - ✓

𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗦

(SERIES!)

→ MERRY FICMAS [ON HIATUS]

→ tales of love | sakusa, kenma, akaashi, kageyama, kunimi, suna x reader [✧✿♡]

The year 2022 started great for Y/N L/N; an author with over six bestselling books all over the world. Her series, “Tales of Love,” has received an overwhelmingly huge amount of praise from fans and even critics. Despite all of her current achievements, she can’t help but feel like she’s lying to everyone—as she never really experienced the concept of love firsthand. Life circles back at her when she suddenly wakes up in all of her written books; learning what love truly is one by one.

(FICS!)

→ beautiful painting | mikey x reader [♡]

Mikey’s all time favorites are your eyes filled with tears and desperate moans calling for his name—a picture-perfect painting for him.

→ good girl | rindou x reader [♡]

Rindou is a simple man with simple wants, and you behaving like his good girl is one of them.

→ rises the moon | mitsuya x reader [✧✿]

A story of how the Sun loved the Moon so much she died every night to let him breathe. 

→ mementos of moments, of memories [✧✿]

A letter filled with Izana’s mementos of moments, of memories. The unspoken truths are ones that are the hardest to let go of. 

𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗨𝗦

→ love maze | msby x reader [✧✿✓]

One mistake leads to another and you find yourself trapped in a messy love maze between four different idiots.

→ instant boyfriend | suna x reader [✧✿✓]

Y/N has always been known for being shameless, single, and eccentric. When her friend, Oikawa, discovers an app for finding a boyfriend, it seemed as if all her problems vanished—but here’s the gist; her boyfriend is a robot? Yet human at the same time? Kinda?

SPIN-OFF: Network Love

→ nvrlnd's quest | pretty setter squad x reader [✧✿ - ON HIATUS]

Worldwide famous idol group, NVRLND, launches their very own variety show! Though, their competitiveness to win pretty much makes them desperate to get Y/N's attention, while the whole world watches.

→ network love | kenma x reader [✧✿✓]

For Y/N, working for Bouncing Ball Corp. has been amazing. the salary is high, her co-workers are all genuinely kind and fun to hangout with, and lastly, her boss is hot as fuck. Everything’s been good until she accidentally sends the wrong file—a file filled with her impromptu lingerie shoot.

RELATED TO: Instant Boyfriend

→ fanwars | osamu x reader [short imagine]

prompt: miya osamu is a globally known rapper; famous for his hit songs such as supermarket runs, tequila, and do re fuck me. unknown to everyone, he owns a stan account—well, for himself. after releasing a new song, he lurks through twitter only to find himself in his very first fanwar.

→ love letter | oikawa x reader [✧✿ - INDEFINITE HIATUS] — may be rewritten as a long fic in the near future!

Little Toki has almost everything in his life; the best father, the sweetest uncles, and a big lego set that he can brag to his friends about. Though, he longs for a mother figure in his life—and that's where his Teacher Y/N enters the picture.

→ between bedsheets | kageyama x reader [✧✿ - INDEFINITE HIATUS]

Kageyama Tobio has always been a closed-off person; keeping his feelings in a cage—wary of setting it free. When he meets a carefree and outgoing person that was just out of his bounds, he lets himself loose into the feeling between them and the bedsheets.

→ pretty blond guy | kenma, armin, mikey, kurapika x reader [prompt]

Y/N finds a pretty blond camboy on Twitter. Since his face is blurred in his videos, she makes it her own mission to search for him. With the help of the people on Twitter, she comes down to four people - Armin Arlert, Kenma Kozume, Mikey Sano, and Kurapika Kurta.

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aone plushie collector <3

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