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# when his child comes home with a love letter !

✫ ft: dad! akaashi , sakusa , atsumu , kuroo , iwaizumi , suna

✫ a/n: the kids are in elementary school (so think kindergarten & 1st grade!) i don’t specify that reader is a parent for the sake of not using gendered terms such as “mom” !!

✫ AKAASHI is a bit surprised when his son shows him the love letter, urging him to read it. keiji looks it over and nods along as his son tells him about the classmate he got the love letter from. he has to admit, it’s quite cute seeing his shy and collected boy so happy about a little sheet of paper covered in hand-drawn hearts. “how about we right one back?” keiji sits his son down beside him and helps him write a polite letter thanking his classmate for professing their feelings to him. and as his son scribbles out the words in his childish handwriting, keiji smiles to himself, wishing he had the courage to write love letters when he was a young boy.

✫ SAKUSA can’t help but feel disgusted. every morning, he drops his pretty girl off to school, little bows in her hair that looks like his, to learn, so why is she coming back home with a pink heart-shaped paper covered in “i love you”s? she walks up to him and holds up the letter, giggling and smiling as she tells him about the cute boy who sits across from her. “you’re too young for boys, angel, why don’t we write each other love letters instead?” he kisses her cheeks repeatedly as she swings her legs back and forth in her seat, making the prettiest letter for her dad.

✫ ATSUMU tells his daughter about how he “used to get a lot of those in my day.” to be honest, atsumu is kind of upset that his daughter got a love letter (from a boy who probably picks his nose, he thinks). she’s still young — he wishes that she’d give all her love and attention to her dad, not some random boy at school. he hides his feelings, though, and tells her, “of course ya got one, my baby’s the cutest!” and when she pulls him in for a hug that night, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she does every night, atsumu feels secure knowing that she’s so loved.

✫ KUROO chuckles when his son tries to hide the love letter behind his back. of course, he sees it and proceeds to ask him about it. his son tells him that a girl gave it to him during recess, and that he wants to ask her to be his girlfriend. kuroo prides himself in knowing that his son got his confidence. “we should get her something, yeah? what about a spelling book?” kuroo’s son glares at his dad, feeling oh so offended that he insulted his soon-to-be girlfriend. but being the incredible dad he is, kuroo sends his son to school the next day with handmade chocolate covered pretzels and a pat on the back (for good luck).

✫ IWAIZUMI feels embarrassed when his daughter comes home with a love letter. how is he supposed to tell her that these are grown-up things? he chuckles at the thought of a little boy writing her a love letter. he never wrote love letters as a kid (he always had trouble expressing his emotions to those he loves). and even though hajime wants to tell his daughter that she shouldn’t be receiving love letters, he decides against it. “daddy, can we invite him to watch godzilla with us?” how can he say no when his favorite girl wants to spend time with her dad, as well?

✫ SUNA simply looks at his daughter in awe, mouth gaping slightly, as she jumps around and giggles at the drawing of her and her classmate. he takes the love letter from her, mumbling that it “isn't even a good drawing.” but she's having fun with her little schoolgirl crush, so he doesn't say anything else. that night, he goes to her room to see what she’s up to before going to bed, and she tells him to help her choose the colors for her drawing. of course, he sits down cross-legged on her purple carpet and hands her crayon after crayon so she can finish her own love letter before she goes to bed. with a kiss to her head, he just hopes her dreams will be full of memories of her and her dad.

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platonic!seijoh four headcanons

a/n: have some self-indulgent brainrot:) it was so much fun to write, so much was inspired by what i do w my own friends. also i think this is the longest ive ever written before so thats fun 😁

this post is for @ellewords <3 bc i love her beautiful blog and also its seijoh so yes. i hope that u like this hehe

walking to school together. all. the. time. its just an unwritten rule that all of you absolutely have to walk to school and back home together. you will probably have to wait a few extra hours for them especially before matches bc of practice but no excuse is accepted >:(

shit talking omg the seijoh four would imo 100% be the BEST group to shit talk with. kawa will always know whats going on and mattsun cracks extremely indecent jokes with makki while iwa would probably try to be the sort of mediator but then would end up joining in anyway😭

you simply cannot have a single s/o or go on a random date in peace 🤕 makki and oikawa made a list of words and emojis that indicate how the date is going and stuff which you will need to update them with every half an hour and if you don't they will blow up your phone <//3

can we please talk about the emotional support you'll get when you break up with someone. they will be so SO sweet. i can just see oiks and iwa getting you your favorite food and makki and mattsun comforting you😢 and that person will 100% face hell on earth.

all of you comforting oikawa after a loss :(

you and makki have an extremely long personalized handshake that you both somehow remember

dancing at parties together and karaoke mmmmmh

STUDYING TOGETHER BEFORE EXAMS!! straight up, the night before your exams you guys will have a con call and drink tonnes of coffee and try to cram in everything while also revising but then also procrastinate that bc literally who wouldn't

mattsun makes you proof-read all of his english essays and writing LMAO and then you guys end up calling and discussing other answers

piggyback rides with literally all of them.

building blanket forts together 😿

you and oikawa going shopping together. mans has the best taste in clothes fr and you guys ALWAYS have to buy stuff and often thrift and buy outfits for each other 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

ONG IMAGINE GROUP HUGS:((( esp after they win a match

group costumes for halloween sorry not sorry

you, makki and mattsun would have the literal BEST prank wars like whether its two against one or one on one.

iwa and you have coffee dates randomly you guys just catch up (much to the disappointment of the others but this is exclusive) and you know each others orders for sure☹

you guys also love learning new stuff together whether its an instrument or a language, you love experimenting w that sort of stuff together

you guys have all gone on omegele more times than you can count LMAO

annual christmas dinner and secret santa‼️

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Hi Bub! I saw that you were taking requests and was wondering if you could do the Haikyuu boys reacting to their crush or s/o (your choice!) calling them by their first name for the first time?

Thank you ✨

calling them by their first name for the first time

feat. Ushijima, Tsukishima, Hinata

♡ a/n: ushijima’s is pre-established relationship, tsukki and hinata’s are just crushes!!!

USHIJIMA

Tendou’s words kept echoing in your head.

“You’re dating Wakatoshi, aren’t you? How come you still call him Ushijima?” he had asked one day. You didn’t have a good answer really. You’ve just been so used to calling your boyfriend by his last name that you never thought twice about it.

Today, you were over at Ushijima’s place as per usual. Your boyfriend was squatting  out on his terrace, potting some new plants he had just bought with you.

“....Wakatoshi” you say out loud.

You watch as the shovel falls from your boyfriend’s hand, hitting the ground. He keeps his back towards you as he fumbles for the shovel. You hear him let out a deep breath before clearing his throat.

“Yes Y/n?” he asks, continuing to garden as if nothing had happened.

But you knew better than that and weren't fooled by his acting. The tips of his ears were slightly red. You silently made your way to your boyfriend’s side, taking a seat on the ground next to him.

“Wakatoshi” you repeat, watching as Ushijima freezes for slight second.

“....yes?” he says once again.

“Oh it’s nothing!” you teasingly hum, starting to stand up. But before you can, Ushijima grabs your hand, preventing you from getting up. With one gentle pull, he brings you down, your face inches from his.

“You’re going to say my name for the first time and just leave like nothing happened?”

Your cheeks feel warmer, and you’re not sure if it was from the proximity or his sudden shift in attitude- perhaps both. Regardless, Ushijima sighs, resting his forehead onto yours.

“Do you want me to stop?” you pensively ask, unsure of how he even felt about this sudden change.

Ushijima sudden backs away from you in a panic.

“Wait no, don’t do that. Please continue to use my first name.. if you’re alright with that” Ushijima sheepishly admits.

You let out a light chuckle, grinning at your boyfriend.

“You got it... Wakatoshi” you kiss your boyfriend’s forehead, satisfied with the faint blush on his cheeks.

It would be awhile before Ushijima got used to hearing his name. But each and every time he heard his name escape your lips, his heart fluttered just the same.

TSUKISHIMA

You loved having these biweekly movie nights with your friends. It was a great way for the group to hang out without having to fuss over any extra details. This left plenty of time to fuss over how annoying Tsukishima could be.

Of course he was your friend, so you didn’t hate the tall beanpole. But the two of you had a contentious relationship. There was constant teasing, bantering, and bickering between the two of you. And at this point, the rest of the group learned to drown out your voices.

When you came back to the couch with a bowl of popcorn, you noticed the only empty seat left was right next to Tsukishima himself. You sat down next to him, handing him the bowl.

“Thanks L/n” he said. Perhaps it would be more peaceful tonight and no words would be thrown around.

About an hour into the movie, you found yourself thoroughly engrossed in the plot. You had no idea what was coming next, and you were looking forward to every scene.

“Hey, can you pass the popcorn bowl?” you quietly whisper to Tsukishima.

“No” he answers, not that you were surprised.

“Fine, be like that Kei” you scoff, reaching for the bowl yourself, your eyes still glued on the television.

But before you could reach it, Tsukishima reaches forward first, grabbing the bowl and placing it on your lap. You smile at him, pleased that he actually did what you asked.

And when you thank him he simply nods and replies back with, “You’re welcome, Y/n”

You freeze- he just said your first name. As long as you’ve known him, Tsukishima has always referred to you by your last name- with the exception of dumbass. But calling you by your first name was a big deal, and wasn’t something you weren’t going to brush off so easily.

“You called me Y/n. What’s up with that?” you whisper to him, your attention now solely focused on him and not the movie.

“Well you called me Kei first” Tsukishima answers, still facing the television.

“I did? I don’t think I even noticed. It must have slipped out” you murmur, not even recalling you ever saying that. Maybe it just felt natural to call him by his first name so much so that you didn’t realize it.

A bright scene appears on the television screen, illuminating the dark room, and just for a moment, you’re able to see the fainted blush on Tsukishima’s cheeks.

You’re really not sure what to make of tonight’s incident. But from that point on until the end of movie night, you’re unable to focus on any of the movies. All that was on your mind was the person sitting right next to you. And unbeknownst to you, his mind was grappling with the same ordeal.

HINATA

It was weird being an honorary member of the MSBY Black Jackals. You weren’t a player or a manager or a coach, so you had no real reason to be at their practice. But you were friends with the team, and they genuinely enjoyed having you around. So whenever you had the time, you would stop by their practices.

“We’re practicing our serves next, so you’re about to witness me in my full glory” Hinata tells you, a cute grin on his face.

“Hmm, but Hinata, I thought you were really bad at serving??” you tease back at him, watching as his smile drops.

“I- hey that was just in high school when I had weaker arms. I’m stronger now!” Hinata quickly refutes you, holding up his own arms, unintentionally showcasing his muscles. It was hard not to stare, and it was far too easy for him to notice your gaze.

“Hey, my eyes are up here you know” he teases you back, satisfied by the panicked look on your face when you realize he’s caught you staring. But before you can make any sort of witty comeback, he takes his leave to start practicing.

“Just watch how great my serves are!” he calls out to you. You scrunch your nose at him, formulating a plan to get back at him. No matter how much you liked him, there was no way you wouldn’t want to embarrass him back. And just as he tosses the volleyball in the air, an idea strikes you.

“Shoyo” you call out, loud and clear so that the entire gym hears.

Hinata flinches, completely missing his serve. The gym falls silent as they realize what's happening, and not a second later everyone (minus Hinata) bursts out into laughter. Hinata turns back at you, cheeks now flushed.

“FOUL PLAY Y/N” he shouts at you, cupping his face to hide his blush.

“Just how is that foul play? You call me by my first name all of the time, I’m just returning the favor!” you shrug at him, looking at him innocently. But Hinata knew your actions were anything but.

Hinata pauses, his hands dropping to his side. He shakes his head at you as he reaches for another volleyball.

“Alright, is that how we’re gonna play this game Y/n? I see.” he calmly responds to you, bouncing the volleyball a couple of times.

“I- wait what are you planning?” your eyes widen, and you try to stay composed. But inside you felt like screaming, because surely he was planning on doing something as revenge. And you honestly weren’t sure if your heart would handle it.

Hinata simply shrugs at you, and the last thing you see is a smirk before he turns back to practice serving.

Truth be told, he wasn’t going to continue this game of back and forth ambiguous flirting and teasing. He was going to put an end to it once and for all.

And what better way to do that than to finally confess to you?

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inarizaki, karasuno, shiratorizawa surprising you at your piano recital

a/n: it was a pleasure doing business with you, anon, lovely request

inarizaki

ah yes, the rowdy bunch the twins create most of the ruckus tho

now imagine this

a formal piano recital, audience consists mostly of very composed, very polite and dandy people, dressed in perfectly ironed suits and dresses and polished shoes, speaking quietly and properly

and then there's this FLOCK of very loud, very all over the place highschool boys and- ヽ(*´∀`)ﾉ┌┛

'OH GOD are those people on leashes?!' yes it's the twins again

they just stroll through the main hall and unceremoniously plop down in their seats (the twins and ginjima barked at some elderly people so they could get front row seats)

kita and aran have to sit at the ends of the row in a hopeless attempt to gain some control over the bunch (oT-T)尸~~

these assholes YAWNED not conspicuously at all during the other performances (aran had to bonk atsumu on the head when he heard a low 'boo' coming from him and akagi wanted to hide under his seat when suna snorted loudly at a kid's mistake)

basically the team made it AWFULLY clear they were only there FOR ✨YOU✨ maybe a bit TOO clear

it was no surprise that when your name was called and you stepped on the stage oh so graciously they swooned loud enough for the entire hall to hear ⊂（♡⌂♡）⊃

"bless our ears y/n!!" aran babie

"yer an angel!!!" the whole town heard the twins

"throw it back for the camera, babe" NOT APPROPRIATE SUNA

but they make sure it's dead silent during your performance, kid crying? throw him out ma'am. elderly coughing? just die already. fly buzzing? you've lived long enough. (¬､¬)

suna is recording every second of it

atsumu is tearing up ("there's an angel before us!!!!!")

osamu is clutching at his shirt above his heart

aran and kita are smiling fondly and not taking their eyes off you

and when you're done and you sit up to bow to the audience?

maybe they didn't catch the gist of just politely clapping

but did they have to jump out of their seats and WHOOP and SCREAM your name and praises and did they pull these huge banners out of their asses-? (۶ꈨຶꎁꈨຶ )۶ʸᵉᵃʰᵎ

disturbing the entire hall while they scurry out like rats foxes to greet you with huge bouquets of flowers and sweets

"y/n, you were STUNNING and you're so talented and your playing was MAJESTIC"

"grand words, 'tsumu"

"shut up, 'samu!" (ง •̀ゝ•́)ง

"I caught both of them crying on video, wanna see, y/n?"

they're a mess, but they're a very supportive and loyal mess and they're YOUR mess no joking, you're stuck with them 4life have fun

karasuno

oh god they're SO cute (๑♡⌓♡๑)

they're too awed by how elegant the hall is to cause too much of a commotion less headache for daichi

the entire team contributed to buy you a nice flower arrangement currently in suga's care

they didn't quite understand that they aren't allowed to go backstage to wish you luck (≖ლ≖๑ )ﾌ

noya and tanaka were *almost* kicked out for arguing with security and the guards' grandchildren shivered at the glare suga shot them

hinata literally deflates once he hears they can't see you

"but y/n always wishes us luck in person before games"(oꆤ︵ꆤo)

let this baby crow through!!!!

eventually daichi, asahi and kiyoko dragged them to sit down

these kids have NO CHILL

they're bouncing all over the place, can't keep their mouths shut, their too long legs keep hitting the seats in front of them and daichi has half a mind to just knock them out (҂⌣̀_⌣́)

"when's y/n coming out?"

"how much longer until it's y/n's turn???" *overactive kids sigh*

at this point the entire hall is counting down the seconds to your performance just to get rid of those menaces ε-(´・｀) ﾌ

despite that, they're listening quite closely to the other performances, for a reason of course

"we have to scout the enemies" noya no

"pfft, there's no need" yes kageyama good boy "y/n's gonna crush them anyway" KAGEYAMA NO

and they criticize every single one of them

"this is lame" ┐( ˘_˘)┌

"tsukki!!"

"it's lame because it's not a y/n exclusive recital" tsukishima has his own unique love language

noya and tanaka are one(1) snore away from falling into a coma when you are finally called on stage

and then they explode

suga, hinata and surprisingly yamaguchi are the loudest ones

"KARASUNO FIGHT!!!" (۶ꈨຶꎁꈨຶ )۶ʸᵉᵃʰᵎ gtfo

we have an entire criers club composed of asahi (1st place, the old lady seated beside him offered him tissues), yachi, hinata and surprisingly the chaotic duo noya and tanaka

daichi and suga watch you with so much proudness

kageyama, tsukki and yams are in a trance the entire time don't talk to them, can't you see there's a blessing on stage?

when you're done, they all stand up in a clapping ovation, causing ruckus even long after you've retreated backstage ( ƅ°ਉ°)ƅ

they bombard you outside (tanaka and noya make sure to mention to everyone they pass by that you're 'one of their goddesses') with praises and hugs and flowers

"that's our y/n!!"

"was that divine peace i felt while i was listening to you?"

"you crushed them y/n, you won right?" ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ “

"kags, you know this wasn't a competition right?"

"HUH??¿¿?" (・о・)

shiratorizawa

my educated guess is that the shiratorizawa bois would be the least rabid team

goshiki is probably more nervous than you tho (๏д๏)

i think they'd actually make an effort to look pretty nice like imagine semi prettied up a lil bit

despite how tidied up and composed they look, NO ONE could stop tendou from dragging a huge handmade banner, he spent the entire night before your recital to make it pls appreciate this bby

semi and shirabu face timed you for 2 hours (1 and a half were spent with the 2 of them bickering) the day before to choose your outfit so they're SO PROUD once you step on the stage lookin' like an angel （´ω｀♡）

ushiwaka actually borrowed a video camera and watched tutorials to learn how to use it for this occasion

even though they're all giddy for you, they're respectful towards the other performances before you, politely clapping after each one

but the formal claps can NOT compare to the OVATION you receive from them the moment your name is called with goshiki and tendou in the lead （ﾉ｡≧◇≦）ﾉ

even the usually reserved ushi makes an effort to be noticed by you

when you look in their direction they all give you fist pumps, thumbs up and winks( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) i'm looking at you semi

DEADLY silent during your performance

goshiki and shirabu (even though he doesn't admit it) are the criers

semi is already planning a proposal for a duet with you

tendou and ushi? proud parents, heart eyes, lovestruck smiles (maybe a bit subtler in ushijima's case, but still there) (๑✧◡✧๑)

everything is caught on ushijima's camera until you finish your magnificent performance and suddenly the camera's view is obstructed by tendou's huge ass banner

which contains your name written in capitals and occupies most of the page, and the rest is just piano notes and sheets and drawings of pianos and even a chibi version of you playing tendou didn't take this lightly at all !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

and in the whole ruckus created by their excitement, tendou passes the banner to semi and sprints to the bottom of the stage to give you a small pretty bouquet of flowers and then runs back leaving you flabbergasted and with flushed cheeks before you scurry backstage (๑ּగ⌄ּగ๑)

you're met with SO MANY PRAISES once you're outside and reunited with your boys

"it was very remarkable performance, y/n"

"so, y/n, you're a genius performer and i'd say i'm pretty good with my guitar too sooo how does a collab sound?"

"ohohOH can i play the triangle? i want in on this too!!" (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

"goshiki, can't you see this is a semi and y/n thing?"

"why can't this be a semi, y/n AND goshiki thing?"

"i have an even better idea! how about we make it an entire siratorizawa team thing?" (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

"tendou NO"

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Love (Pun)ched

Summary: a love story told in seasons

Word count:1.8k

Genre: fluff; love at first sight; strangers to lovers; Meian and the prompt “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater”

A/n: Meian is a lovestruck buffoon; I may not believe in love at first sight, but he surely does. there’s something about Meian that incites the need to write excessive imagery.

The first time Meian sees you, it is spring. He is finally able to shed the extra layers winter forced him to don, and on his walk to the gym, the sting along his skin is just a faint memory as golden sunlight warms his arms. There’s an invincibility in his step that he blames on the pristine weather. Gone are the days where he has to bundle up like brittle sticks. Today, he feels reborn. He takes extra care as he walks into the gym with his greetings. And as he speaks to the head physical trainer about a plot hole he’s found in the latest Fast and Furious movie, you pass by him in maneuvered grace. Just a whiff of your scent and the wisp of your wear, and Meian suddenly feels smitten. The indomitable air slips right under him as his legs wobble at just your passing. Your steady steps resolutely walk away from him while he almost scampers your way like a waddling duck but you’re already out the door before his brain can send the message to his legs.

And it’s the way that the image of you blooms something right in his heart. It takes hold, twining its roots through the bronchi of his lungs, taking his breath away in a manner Meian never knew he liked. It sprouts right at his core, in the upper left quadrant of his chest.

There’s something about being left breathless, how he almost feels depraved but human, that he craves. He doesn’t know your name but you’ve scattered spores throughout his chest.

So he calls you spring.

Summer comes in an overwhelming way. He finds you lingering in his thoughts it’s almost troublesome. How has a five second interaction become a months long fascination? It feels like opening a hot oven that singes his skin and when the sun is not belting against the pavement, torrential rain replaces it. It is how he and his team end up trapped in a diner on a free day before their next game.

“I want one of those short cats. Munchkin cats.” Shion pulls out his phone. A few clicks and he turns his phone around to show the cat in mention. “They’re cute aren’t they?”

There’s a resounding agreement among the group but Atsumu spends a little longer analyzing it.

“They’ve got short legs just like you, Inunaki.” Atsumu observes with a finger to his lips before he’s given a quick karate chop across the top of his head from the libero.

“No, it’s because they’re cute like me.”

“And short too.” He mentions once more with a rub to his new wound.

“Keep pressing, Atsumu.” Inunaki glares at the setter. “See what I put in your conditioner when you’re not looking.”

At this, Atsumu flops to his knees in a beg to his senior, “Not my conditioner!”

“I want a bird.” Sakusa ponders quietly despite the ruckus his teammate causes beside him. Somber laces his statement that captures everyone else’s attention. Sakusa on the other hand, keeps his gaze out the window, watching the rain flick against it, lost in thought as if remembering a fond memory. “I had one as a child and loved him quite a bit. Komori and I even threw him a funeral in my backyard.”

“Oh,” Adriah starts, and just like everyone else, finds himself speechless. Thunder passes with a tremendous force and rattles everyone back to their senses. “That is actually surprisingly sweet.”

“It’s not that deep.” Sakusa is terse and expresses it in body language when he crosses both his arms and legs. “Leave me alone.”

Bokuto, as always, moves the conversation along swimmingly and turns himself to the left to face his captain. “So then what about you, Captain? What kind of pet would you want?”

Meian immediately groans at the sound of Barnes’ laughter, who after a quick recollection, answers for him. “He’s already got a pet. A duck.”

Meian simply covers his face with his palm, but oh, goodhearted Hinata looks up in fascination. “I didn’t know you had a duck, Captain! Do you have any pictures?”

“He wishes!” Barnes continues to speak on his behalf. “If only he could find his duck again.”

Barnes clarifies for the group after a few more chuckles, explaining that the mysterious person he so happened to pass months ago goes by a new moniker: Duck.

“For Duck Tape,” he explains with a toothpick lazily placed between his lips. “Because they’re stuck in Captain’s mind all day.”

So summer continues to be insufferable. Meian struggles to find escape from the heat and reprieve from the monsoon rain.

And though his teammates are persistent in calling you Duck, he names you summer.

Autumn falls into step and the season begins fruitless. His search for you hasn’t gone well. He’s gone around the gym and asked if they knew anything of you but a quick description of his five second glimpse of you and a three page long summary of the way you made him feel makes no good use for wanted posters. So the thought of you diminishes, falls flat in the crisp air and crunches beneath his feet.

You fade into the backdrop of a beautiful autumn, simply a golden memory hidden underneath a pile of bronze leaves. Meian busies himself with other things. He spends time rewatching the Fast and Furious series and becomes heavily invested in procuring rare tea leaves. For the first time in years, he spends an afternoon in a library and it is there, basking in the residual heat of the floor to ceiling windows, is he hit with a clarity of peace. It washes over him, akin to stepping into a bath of perfectly warm water, and Meian finds himself ageing perfectly in his body. He feels like wine that has been decanted, like he can finally breathe.

The season settles into its peak and he finds himself running late to the team manager’s engagement party. Lost in thought at the store, he walks through the wine aisle with a genuine care, trying to find the perfect bottle to celebrate their union. He does the same in the card aisle, running his pointer finger along each piece of cardstock until he finds one that expresses love in a manner he envisions.

He stops at the curb of their manager’s home, next to the lamppost as he scrounges for a pen in his jacket pocket where he spends a moment conjuring a quick, heartfelt message. Meian is halfway though his scrawl when you trip over the curb and stumble into his arms. The bottle thankfully stays within his grasp, but his pen and paper flutter to the ground. You’re exclaiming apologies left and right, hands grabbing his forearms then wrists, before you reach for what has fallen, but there’s no way Meian can focus on anything but you. You’re here, absolute, and definitely not a figment of his imagination.

“--didn’t mean to do that.” Meian finally catches. “I can’t believe I fell on top of the captain of the MSBY Black Jackals before walking through the front door.”

You laugh in disbelief and Meian has to literally clench his fist and toes, grappling onto the physical world before he has another out of body experience.

“I’m not even drunk yet!”

“You know me?” He’s baffled and there’s no way he can hide it.

“Of course. I go to the games every once in a while. Midori is my cousin and I visit on occasion.”

A moment passes and even more blinks. If he had the mental capacity, he’d feel sorry for you and how much effort you have to put in to carry the conversation. “You’re a lot different than expected.”

“How so?” He’s an idiot. He’s spent months being plagued by the thought of you and now that the moment has come, all he can muster is the lexicon of a grade one student.

You fiddle with the edge of the card, “You can tell a lot of someone by what kind of card they choose.” Then you lift it up to face him. “‘Congrats to the Plantastic couple?’” He thought it was funny when he read it, but in your inflection, it brings out a goodhearted chuckle.

“It’s funny!” He takes the piece of paper in his hand. “Ain’t that what love is about?”

“You’re a sap!”

Meian laughs even harder. “Was that pun intended? That’s hilarious!”

“No,” But you grin up at him anyways. He’s taken back to spring, where his lungs breathe no air, mind holds no thoughts, while his heart hammers against his chest to compensate.

But the air is crisp and the vision of you is clear.

So he calls you fall.

It is frigid when winter comes along, but Meian remains cozy. His long legs tuck into the cushioning of the couch, and though the heater is on blast, a nippiness in the air endures and makes his fingers stiff. A romcom plays in the background, fitting for the season, and when he sees the main character profess his undying love to the lead while he munches on a crispy piece of bacon, he cannot help but feel his own heart warm again. So he turns his head, and looks at the source of all things good in his life. You, in his sweater, fingers barely peeking through the oversized sleeves as you hold a mug of cocoa to your lips, stilled by the action on the screen.

When you’ve had enough of his staring, you cast him a playful glare, “What?”

“Nothing,” Meian grins, but his own mouth betrays the words he just spoke, taking a hand of yours and placing a kiss. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“You sentimental sap.” You place your mug onto the coffee table, but lean in for a kiss between his brows.

“Speaking of,” Meian murmurs into your throat as his hands bunch the fabric that runs along your arms. “I got you another card.”

“Not another one.”

“You’ll like it.” He promises, and reaches for the lower shelf under the table.

You bend your legs below you, “I feel like you enjoy this more than I do.”

“Maybe so. But it makes me happy.” He hands the envelope to you, this time a pristine blue. Giddiness runs along Meian’s lips and you’ve found you like sharing this joy. It feels like no other, something unadulterated, something yours.

“'I love you snow much.'” You read and Meian guffaws despite your deadpan delivery.

The snow falls peacefully outside and settles along the bank but the sound of Meian’s raucous laughter accompanied by yours imprints itself onto the crystalline canvas of white.

You could call him winter, but instead, you call him yours.

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thoughts on baker!oikawa?

many thoughts on baker oikawa, nonnie

first of all, thanks for proving that oikawa is good at baking. baker oikawa, i think his shop would be the literal definition of comfort place. with music that changes according to the time of day and the fragrance of vanilla and cinnamon spinning in the air, his shop is not only a perfect date spot but also a good place to study at. i think he simply loves watching couples having a loving time, or just a bunch of friends enjoying, it makes him feel at home.

but the moment you walk in, his heart does that little something and goes — oh. that's when he realized that even though every customer is special, you're extraordinary. oikawa, as usual, is good at flirting but when he likes something in way it messes up with his entire system, it leaves him disheveled, unable to come up with any compliments, let alone pickup lines. that is what happened when he first saw you.

he would still try to catch your attention, unknown of the fact that he already did with the beautiful smile on his face as you stepped in. this time, cake is just an excuse, which is another reason why he slips a small note in your box, saying — 'you're gorgeous ;)' — with the wink, of course. and it might be the last time he's seeing you but he's content that at least, you got his message.

that's until you visit again, a week later — is it just him or do you actually look prettier than the last time? as usual, he didn't expect anything until you pull the — 'so what's on today's spotlight, pretty boy?' — and oh Lord, he's a goner. that's how the connection between you two grows into something undefined, but it's definitely worth the world.

your compliment really gave him a confident boost, which is why you end up going to the town festival a month after your first meeting, stay to watch the fireworks, and kiss like any other romance movie but oikawa swears, it feel better than any of those fictional tales describe it to be.

headcanons :

he has a habit of leaving notes in people's orders but little do you know that you're the only one to receive pickup lines from him.

after you both start dating, not a days goes by without his delicacies. you end up eating either of his desserts, despite refusing several time.

once made a cockroach cake for you out of spite that you didn't give him kisses. his plan backfired because you refused to see him for a whole week.

has a special dish called 'y/n's special' on his menu, which consists of cakes and cookies / macaroons of your choice because he believes that you have a really good taste when it comes to matching different flavors. the 'y/n special' changes every week after an hour long discussion with you <3

even said he'd bake his own wedding cake because none of the designs pleased his eyes? everyone's glad that you held him back

you're the one and only person who has the honor of tasting his cakes before they're put up for display in the shop. and even though you might phrase it as, 'so, tooru, i'm your test subjects for all your experiments, irrespective of the possibility that i might get sick?' — you're happy he reaches you out because he bakes the best cakes ever.

he's left in awe whenever you both bake together because you just look so perfect, and pretty. he can ask for nothing else. just seeing the love of his life doing something he enjoys a lot? that's heaven for him.

bakes randomly, you're surprised you don't have health issues with the amount of flour content. well, he makes sure you both work out for every ounce of goodies you've ever digested.

surprisingly, his favorite desserts are donuts, despite that he doesn't make them frequently. often claims to 'preserve it for you' since you enjoy them a lot.

has a ton of stories about the times he sucked at baking and wanted to give up and isn't scared to shares them because you enjoy listening to them a lot. they're more of a bed time story, besides anything.

oikawa always tastes of vanilla and cherries, always.

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Hi bub! Can I ask a prompt about how the boys (akaashi, bokuto, kuroo, tsukishima) becoming mesmerized by reader’s beauty, like reader is just telling a story and the boys just stop and stare bc “wow they’re so pretty today” and just pure fluff, thanks I hope you can do it but if you can’t it’s fine. Have a great day!

mesmerized by you

feat. Akaashi, Bokuto, Kuroo, Tsukishima

♡ a/n: this is short but it was v sweet to write ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

AKAASHI

you and Akaashi were having a cute little date at a cafe

it was the optimal way for the two of you to spend time together while being able to get some work done

and as the two of you were waiting for your drinks, Akaashi had asked you what current project you were working on

so you went off, going off and chattering about your work, the minuscule details and the big picture plan that was envisioned

Akaashi was drawn by you in that moment

he loved hearing you talk of course, but there was something about the way yours eyes lit up when you were excited

how you just couldn’t stop rambling on about your passions

you just looked so cute to him like this

Akaashi slightly tilts his head, a smile forming on his face without him even thinking

and you took notice of this, abruptly stopping your spiel to point this out

“what’re you smiling at?” you ask, turning your head around to see what’s caught his eye

“you, of course” he chuckles, shaking his head at how adorable you were

“I- me? What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything per se. You just are incredibly beautiful. And I couldn’t help myself but to smile” Akaashi explains, smiling when he sees your eyes widen as you get more embarrassed by his words

but before you could reply, the waiter came over with your drinks

and you hastily picked up your cup to take a sip- regardless of how hot your drink was

it didn’t matter, your cheeks were already burning up

and with the way Akaashi loved to continuously complimented you, you knew that this feeling wouldn’t be going away anytime soon

BOKUTO

oftentimes Bokuto liked to take you out on big dates- ones where he could spoil you silly and be as flashy as he wants

but he did enjoy the simpler dates from time to time

like today, when the two of you went to go take a nice stroll around the neighborhood during sunset

insert stuff

Bokuto glanced over at you once, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you

he already knew how attractive you were

but there was something about the way the sunset light that made you look even more ethereal

Bokuto watched as the glow from the sunset seemed to enhance your features more

what he saw in front of him reminded him of a scene straight from a romance movie- one where the main lead captivates everyone with their beauty

he honestly just couldn’t stop staring at you- and he didn’t even try to hide it

you noticed him looking from the corner of your eye fairly quickly and when you saw that he wasn’t looking away you became a tad self conscious

“I- Kou why are you staring?” you ask, shielding your face away from your boyfriend

Bokuto stops walking and immediately takes hold of your hands into his

he gently moves them away so that you’re no longer obscuring your face

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to get you all worked up. I just kept thinking how pretty you were” he explains simply

as if that didn’t fluster you even more

but Bokuto casually shrugs at you, before intertwining your fingers with his and continuing the walk as if he said nothing

KUROO

the two of you were lounging at home, watching documentaries as the rain poured outside

and as Kuroo glanced over at you, he smiles as he watches you become incredibly invested in the documentary

“Tetsu, I’m sure that there are more flattering angles of me than my side profile” you say, noticing Kuroo starting from the corner of your eye

“impossible. You’re too stunning babe. You definitely don’t have any bad angles.”

your eyes widen for a split seconds, and you quickly bury your face into a pillow, hiding yourself from your boyfriend

you felt as Kuroo proceeded to scoot on the couch closer to you

“aw babe, are you getting all shy now?” Kuroo teases, taking the pillow away from you

and when he does, you’re forced to look at him, the flustered look on your face still apparent

Kuroo’s mind blanks when he sees you

because he’s seen this look on your face many times before, but he’s never really gotten a grasp at how lovely you are

he cups your face, giving you a quick kiss before turning his focus back to the documentary

“you’re seriously so stunning Y/n..” he mutters under his breath

you note how his cheeks become flushed, but you don’t bring it up

who would’ve guessed in an attempt to get you all worked up, your silly boyfriend ended up getting flustered himself

TSUKISHIMA

it was just after sunrise, and the few sun rays that shone through the window made it just a bit easier to see in the room

Tsukishima turned over, only to be met with your face

you were still asleep- not at all surprising since it was early in the morning

normally your boyfriend would go back to sleep, but he found himself drawn to your face

though your bedroom was still dark, Tsukishima could still make out the features on your face

even when you were asleep, your mouth seemed to have formed into just the tiniest grin

and Tsukishima couldn’t take his eyes off of you

you were so at peace, so incredibly gorgeous- as if there was not a single bother in the world right not

he couldn’t help it as his hand lifted to touch your face, his fingers delicately tracing over your cheek

but this small action somehow stirred you, and your eyes slowly fluttered open

you were still tired, and you found it hard to keep them open

“mmm, what’s wrong Kei?” you murmur, letting your heavy eyelids win

as your eyes shut close again you snuggle closer to your boyfriend, letting his arms wrap around you

“nothing, nothing at all” Tsukishima answers, pressing a kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes too

“just admiring the view”

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[4:36 PM] MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu is in love with you.

hopelessly, mindlessly, stupidly in love with you—and it took this little coffee shop to realize that.

he knew he liked you before—knew your smile was pretty and your laugh was bright and there was something about you that he couldn’t quite get over—but now, as you sit beside him, if you told him you put the stars in the sky he’d probably believe you.

“you’re kidding,” you say, elbows on the table, swirling your mug between your fingers. “there’s no way you’re on the top bunk.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you just—“ you hum, tilting your head to the side. “you strike me as a bottom bunk kinda guy.”

“a bottom bunk kinda guy?” he looks hurt—betrayed even.

“yeah, you know.” he doesn’t. “you just look like you’d be on the bottom bunk.”

and he laughs, “that’s definitely an insult.”

“now i never said that. i just think it’d suit you.”

he opens his mouth to respond, but at the twist of his features, you laugh. it’s warm and pretty and something so much like home that it makes him want to rip the sheets right off that top bunk just to hear it again.

“you’re funny ‘tsumu, you know that?” you draw your mug towards your lips, painting your cheeks in steam and if his mind wasn’t so drawn in by the sound of your voice, he’d ask if he could kiss you.

“so i’ve been told,” he muses.

“oh really, by who? all the other girls you take out?”

“yep,” he grins. “every one of ‘em.”

you eye him, a devilish little smile drawing across your face.

“do you tell all of them that you sleep in a bunk bed?”

and he can’t contain his laughter anymore—soft breaths spilling from his lips. “only the ones i like.”

“oh, so you like me?” you hum.

and maybe it’s the whisper of your voice or the hum of the air or the swirling scent of this coffee shop—but atsumu wants to tell you that ‘like’ isn’t quite the word. that maybe there’s something more to this and something more to you—and maybe he wants to hold your hand and walk you home and let him see his stupid little bunk bed because he knows it’d make you laugh.

but he bites his cheeks and holds his tongue, pretty white teeth flashing with the pull of his lips.

“i do, actually. a lot more than you’d think.”

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— how you know that he cares

featuring: kuroo tetsurou. sakusa kiyoomi. suna rintarou.

notes: added the song i was listening to just for funsies.

ᰔ kuroo does tasks for you around the house.

a little grin forms on his lips as he hears you padding down the stairs — grinning even wider when he sees you wrapped in a blanket. a little towel is thrown over his shoulder as he stands at the sink, rinsing all the dishes off before he puts them in the dishwasher — just how you like them to be done.

“hey sleepyhead, how was your nap?” he chuckles as you stare at him with sleepy eyes, and he mutters something about how spoiled you are before closing the dishwasher and throwing his towel at your face.

“hey i didn’t ask you to do the dishes! but thank you, you’d make such a good stay at home wife tetsu.” he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face his undeniable as he makes his way over to you, snaking his arms around your waist once he’s close enough.

“yeah? and you’re gonna kill all the bugs for me?” he teases — knowing very well that you would never do such a thing. you still smile up at him though, and he can’t stop himself from closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours.

“only if you promise to make the bed everyday too.”

ᰔ sakusa says we everytime you say me or i.

you drop your head into your hands as you sit at the kitchen counter — dreading the upcoming days. you feel his presence come up behind you, and he places his hands onto your shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze before dipping his head down to smoosh a kiss against your cheek.

“hey, what’s up with you? hm?” he speaks lowly and close to your ear, moving his hands to rest on your waist as he leans over the chair. you pick your head up to peer back at him, and the corners of your lips threaten to turn upwards at the mere sight of him.

“i have ten million things to do this weekend, i don’t know how i’m going to get them all done omi.” you cross your arms over the table and lean your head against them, watching from the side as he slips into the chair next to yours.

“we’ll figure it out, yeah? promise we’ll get everything done in time.” he gives you a little smile, bringing his hand up to run it across the delicate skin of your cheek. your immediate response is to pick yourself up out of your seat, and wrap your arms around his neck. his hands find their way to your hips — pulling you closer as you stand between his legs.

“you’re right omi, we will figure everything out.”

ᰔ suna insists that you can’t walk home alone.

you let out a little huff as you sit on the front steps of your friend’s apartment building, looking off into the dim streets — expecting to see that familiar figure round the corner any minute now. and with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket that’s zipped all the way up, and the puffs of air that leave his mouth as they touch the frigid air, he stands before you.

“well somebody looks cold.” you tease him, grinning at the way he nuzzles his nose further into his jacket. he slides a hand out of his pocket, stepping closer as he holds it out in front of you, waiting.

“this is what i get for being nice?” his words are half muffled by the fabric of his coat — but even so, it’s impossible to miss the smile on his face from the way his eyes crinkle up at the corners.

“rin you didn’t have to come, you know. it’s only a ten minute walk, what’s the worst that could happen?” he scoffs a bit as you take his hand, but he still holds it up and watches carefully as you make your way down the steps. his grip tightens as you make your way down the street, and he mumbles — to himself more than anyone,

“don’t even want to think about it.”

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practice makes perfect

character(s): akaashi keiji x gn!reader

notes: whenever i get writers block i jus write for keij & then everything is ok again <3 also this is not proofread bc it’s like midnight so fair warning

warnings: none

“hey keij.”

“hm?”

“do you ever think about getting married?”

it’s quiet for a moment as you lay in the floor of your roommate’s bedroom, rolling a coin you found on the ground. it spins as you twirl it, making a twisting sound until it falls flat again. your cheek is pressed to the forearm you have separating yourself from the floor. there’s a shuffling of papers.

“do you mean in general, or?”

“i guess in general too,” you hum, rolling onto your back to look up to where he’s perched on his bed, looking over countless papers. “but i mean like, do you ever think about us getting married?”

you don’t miss the way akaashi jerks a little, hardly noticeable if it weren’t for how well you know him, as he sets down the paper he has in his hand. his eyes flick to you for a moment, deep blue swirling like he’s thinking up a storm.

and he probably is, because he always is. there’s never just a passing thought in his head, it’s always a flurry that gets whirled around by the wind trapped within his skull. you wish you could calm it for him.

“i don’t think i understand,” he answers as he tears his eyes away from you. his fingers reach for their pairs on his other hand, and he tries to play it off as just stretching them out. but you know better.

perhaps it’s normal that he doesn’t understand. after all, the two of you are just roommates, have been for a few years. you’re friends, closer than most you’d like to think.

you know how he likes his tea and he knows how you arrange your dresser. you’re an expert in the differentiation of sighs that fall past his lips and he’s fluent in all your various little grumbles under your breath. you drag him to his bed when he needs to be asleep for work and he drags you out of yours because if you’re late one more time your boss will kill you.

you just—you know each other. so well, through and through. all the little things that no one else sees, you and keiji do. so maybe that’s why you feel comfortable enough to even ask such a bizarre question in the middle of the afternoon.

“it’s just, i mean,” you fumble over your words a little, sitting up on the floor and waving your hands around. “we’ve been living together for like forever already. and i love being around you and you make me happy, you know? marriage really wouldn’t be any different than what we’re doing now.”

“we aren’t even dating,” he says.

“well, no.”

“we don’t even go on dates.”

“yes we—“

“grocery shopping every sunday does not count.”

you pout up at him as he stares down at his papers. he clearly isn’t reading them, he’s just trying to avoid eye contact with you. for some reason, that makes you even huffier.

“it could if you think about it,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. you probably look like a little kid right now, pouting on the floor like this, but you don’t care. “you know i’m right.”

for a moment, the room is a little static. papers are rustling again, but it’s obvious that’s just akaashi’s way of semi-avoiding this topic. which is fair, probably, and you’re hit with the realization that you could possibly be making him uncomfortable. but then again surely he would tell you if that were the ca—

“marriage is for people who are in love.”

it’s your turn to swallow your tongue as the words leave akaashi’s mouth, your turn to rip your gaze away. because he’s right, that most definitely is what marriage is for. it’s for people who are so incredibly infatuated with each other that love doesn’t even begin to cover it.

your cheeks are hot as you mumble, “yeah, that’s kinda why i suggested it.”

the heartbeat in your ears is deafening and you suddenly feel weirdly exposed sitting in the middle of your roommate’s bedroom floor. with each passing beat of silence, each tick of the clock on his nightstand, you just want to curl in on yourself more and more.

you’re stupid, truly, because you should’ve realized it before. akaashi and you were really poor at acting like normal roommates, and there was always a line the two of you pretended that you didn’t cross.

like when he’d pick you up off the couch and carry you to your bed when you’d fallen asleep in the middle of a movie, daring to trace his fingers over your cheek before he walked out.

or when you’d find him crying over manga edits he couldn’t quite be comfortable on and you’d wrap your arms around him and kiss his hairline and coo so softly until he calmed down.

or when the two of you would “accidentally” grab each other’s hand while reaching for the salt, but found your palms pressed to each other for the rest of the meal.

and of course keiji is right—you aren’t dating and you don’t go on dates and yeah you really shouldn’t count grocery shopping as such—but at the same time there’s everything else, all the little moments that build up, and they lead you to this.

with a bleeding heart and a loose tongue in the middle of your roommate’s floor as you fight off the fever in your cheeks, because you’re completely and utterly stupid.

“okay.”

your head snaps up as keiji’s voice breaks through your thoughts, brows knitting together ever so slightly.

“what?” you whisper, as if you’re scared anything louder might frighten off any chance of akaashi’s explanation.

“i said okay,” he repeats. and he finally breaks his gaze away from his papers to look at you as he swings his legs off the edge of the bed. “it’s true, what you said. marriage wouldn’t be so much different than what we’re doing now. plus, it’s good for taxes.”

“you—i don’t want your reasoning to be for taxes!” you exclaim, completely baffled.

keiji laughs.

“i want to marry you,” he states, like it’s a fact he’s been sure of for a while. like he’s just always known. “but starting now we’re going to do this the right way.”

you raise a brow at him, narrowing your eyes in just a tad bit of suspicion. “okay, what do you have in mind then?”

“a proper date. tomorrow. we can go to that restaurant i took you to for your birthday.” he slides off the bed and onto the floor in front of you. “you’ll take forever to order even though you’ll eat off my plate anyways and then you’ll tell a joke that will make me choke on my drink.”

“you sound like you’ve thought this out,” you grin. your fingers slide across the floor, inching towards akaashi’s hand until they brush against it. he turns his palm and laces your fingers together.

“maybe,” he hums, rubbing a circle into your knuckles with his thumb. “you’ll order dessert but only eat half of it so you can save some as a happy surprise later and i’ll open your car door for you to get inside.”

“a gentleman, aren’t you?” you lean in closer to him, scooting across the floor to get rid of some of the inches between you.

“i try,” he smirks, one of those rare cants of his lips making your stomach feel mushy and your brain fuzzy. “i’ll let you play your horrible music all the way home and take the long way so you can finish singing your favorite song. then i’ll pull into our parking lot..”

“and?” you’re so close now you can feel the warmth radiating off of him, your thighs only half a centimeter from pressing together. he’s looking right at you through thin lenses. his grip on your hand tightens.

“i’ll tell you i had a really good time. you’ll laugh and say something like ‘of course you did, you were with me’ and then,” he pauses a moment, his eyes flicker down to your lips then back up. he licks his own, and you’re sure it’s merely subconsciously but it has your head spinning regardless.

“then, if i’m lucky, you’ll kiss me. and i’ll finally know what it feels like instead of just having to dream about it all these years.”

“well if you want the date to be as perfect as you’re making it sound, maybe we should practice.” you don’t mean to whisper it, but you don’t think you could speak any louder if you tried.

which is fine, because you don’t get the chance to speak at all a millisecond later when lips are pressing to yours and a hand is cupping your cheek to keep you close.

you lick your lips as you pull away, the trace of mint chapstick that keiji left behind leaving a slight tingle on the tip of your tongue. your heart is hammering so loud you wonder if he can hear it, but then again maybe his is beating just the same.

“i really want to marry you right now,” you breathe out, and keiji laughs against your lips, pressing your foreheads together.

“be patient,” he says, sliding his hand to the back of your neck. “we should practice first.”

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*.⋆ʚ HE DREAMS ABOUT YOU

with: hajime IWAIZUMI, kiyoomi SAKUSA

warnings: none !

isabelle says: for @yutari bc i love her and i was either going to 1. write this for her or 2. fly over to where she is and give her kisses! → haikyū masterlist <3

*.⋆ʚ IWAIZUMI ⸻ has many aspirations and goals for his future, yet the dreams he wish to come true the most are the ones where you’re irrevocably his. no longer just a friend, but a lover.

why it took him so long to realise how his heart utterly longs for your affection, he’s not sure. but now, after a collection of hazy late night thoughts, he ponders upon worlds where he gets to kiss you until he’s ridden with butterflies.

when he closes his eyes he sees himself whispering words into your neck as you lay together. the words could be of the most basic and mundane, but they always find themselves clearing the path to i love you’s.

but then all too quickly, as dawn settles, he’s reminded that this isn’t a reality, that you’re only his friend. but how much longer can he go ignoring this eternal whirlwind of adoration that his mind harbours for you?

he doesn’t know it yet but you feel the same. the sun may never stay long enough to fall in love with the moon. but maybe just maybe this won’t be the case with iwa and you.

*.⋆ʚ SAKUSA ⸻ has always adored the dreams he has of you the most. he’ll never admit it, always prefer to tell you that he can’t remember where his imagination took him the night before. that the memory of his dreams left with the rising of the sun and the hiding of the stars.

but those are nothing but lies. while he truly may not remember all of them, he certainly remembers the ones that count. and sometimes he can’t help but wonder about recreating the soft scenes that has him smiling in his sleep.

he’ll silently take your hand into his and trail kisses over your intertwined fingers up to your wrists. his words are hesitant yet still firm when he looks you in the eyes and tells you that he wants to kiss you. tries so hard not to dissolve with a soft smile at the way you nod and lean in.

what’s more is that he doesn’t realise it but in the midst of his blissful dreams, his body as well as his soul reaches out for you in an infinite amount of ways. arms wrapping around your waist pulling you in closer, while his mind paints pictures of love.

he’ll never admit it but you’re always on his mind, day and night.

MWAH! ଘ(ᵕ◡ᵕ) - reblogs are so so appreciated!

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— HAIKYUU BOYS AND PET NAMES

feat. iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, bokuto kōtarō, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, matsukawa issei, oikawa tōru, akaashi keiji, sawamura daichi

warnings. fem!reader for kuroo, but otherwise just fluff :) also mentioned of alcohol!!

IWAIZUMI calls you babe in every passing moment. a whisper of the little name falling past his lips as he wakes in the morning, stretching out to reach for you. babe, he’ll mumble, his lips brushing against your shoulder, come on, we gotta get up.

KUROO mumbles my girl on late nights, when the strumming of his guitar has finally settled into the sound of city, when your lashes flutter shut against his chest, when you’ve finally allowed yourself to rest for a moment. that’s my girl, he whispers, lets get some rest, alright?

BOKUTO calls you baby whenever he sees you, a little pout on his lips and something mischievous in his eyes. his fingers brush over your cheeks, and when you quirk a brow up at him, a smile will break onto his face. baby, you gotta trust me, he’ll say, just one rollercoaster. please?

ATSUMU murmurs angel into your lips in the mornings, when he still tastes a bit like coffee and his hands are still warm from sleep. he presses a kiss to your cheek too, burying himself as far into you as he can. ‘m gonna miss you today, angel, he mumbles, gonna miss you a lot.

SAKUSA lets the words my love slip past his lips in particularly vulnerable moments. when he’s tired and trying to drag you into bed or a shower. my love, he’ll say, hands wrapped around your wrists, face buried into your collar as he walks backwards into your room, please let me sleep.

MATSUKAWA presses teasing kisses into your cheeks as the word honey leaves his lips. he’s bright and loud and letting his laughter fall past him like he knows nothing else, hands wandering around your hips as a smirk crawls its way up his face. honey, please, come on, he’ll say, each syllable mixing with the laughter that crosses his tongue, you’re too smart to believe that.

OIKAWA whispers mi amor into your shoulder as you stand at the beach, the ocean lapping at your ankles. he’ll press a kiss to the skin there, taste the sea salt resting on you, and realize that he’s far too in love with you to ever exist anywhere that isn’t with you. i can’t believe i found you here, mi amor, he mumbles, tell me you’ll always stay with me. please.

AKAASHI whispers my dear into you while he traces over your skin, sheets pooled around his waist. he’s covered in moonlight and sweet linens, the taste of wine still lingering on his tongue. you’ve won me over, my dear, he’ll say, as if there was ever a moment where he questioned it, i’m afraid i’m yours to keep.

DAICHI calls you sweetheart whenever he gets the chance. it’s as simple as when he comes home from work, fatigue evident in his voice but it’s still him, still enough to carry his words to you when he speaks. sweetheart, he’ll hum, it’s good to see you.

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how they're like when they want your attention

— in which i post my short hcs on how your favorite tot suitor would be like when they're clingy or in need of your attention !

— includes all four of the men. no prns for reader so gn!reader?? :,)

— a/n: damn i miss writing for tot ;;; unedited + not proofread, wrote this in a span of 5 goddamn minutes

artem ;

he tries to drop hints but fails to do so and basically almost makes a fool of himself if it weren't for celestine to save him. </3

he just wants to hold your hand. :( but he doesn't know how to initiate it without being awkward.

but at the end of the day artem will be able to hold your hand, but you had to do the first move.

mission failed successfully for him?¿

luke ;

he's shy when he does it, cheeks slowly getting tinted in red as he clumsily tries to do things that will hopefully get your attention.

but sadly you were too focused on something else.

ends up pouting at you and literally dragging you somewhere else just so you can notice him. 

desperate times calls for desperate measures, work can wait later. he just wants to spend time with you.

vyn ;

what vyn wants, vyn will receive.

oh, you're focused on something else that isn't work? vyn will strike up a conversation with you that will make you far too curious to the point you'll forget about work.

he apologizes that he drifted your attention from work, though. he just wants to talk to you but couldn't really wait.

marius ;

he's. he's very vocal about it. doesn't shut up at all.

would annoy you a lot just so you can give him attention. he finds you cute when you're mad at him anyways.

and he'll act petty - attempting to guilt trip you for the nth time ever since you got into a relationship with him.

but of course he'll act all puppy like towards you in the end when you're actually mad at him. he knows that you can't really stay mad at him but he overuses the fact.

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atsumu miya is the type of husband to accidentally forget to pick up his kids up from school, later having to deal with the tears and sob stories from his children because they thought daddy completely forgot about them. he just has a bad memory, ya know? it's not his fault...

atsumu miya is the type of husband to purposely leave little notes on the kitchen counter for you to wake up to in the morning while he's away at practice, messily leaving little 'x's' and 'o's' on the paper accompanied by tiny hearts. he just knows how to make your heart flutter just a tad more when he's not around.

atsumu miya is the type of husband that insists on cooking dinner for you and the kids just to prove how worthy he is of such a "difficult" task, even if its as simple as making pasta on the stove. but he still manages to burn that somehow...

atsumu miya is the type of husband that will give you massages on demand because he wants his baby to be in full shape while he's not around. and he knows how tough it can be taking care of the kids, especially when they're little devils like himself.

atsumu miya is the type of husband that wants to learn how to braid long hair, just to make his little girls happy, even if he's terrible at it. daddy 'tsumu just wants to see his beautiful girls smile, and most importantly, see the partner of his kids happy.

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Before obligations and alarms

- Suna x GN!Reader

Summary - What happens when Suna wakes up earlier than his alarm? Go back to sleep or admire the other person who’s still sleeping?

Genre - Fluff

Warning - Suggestive (intimate kiss + tongue)

WC - 0.9K

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Annoying chirping birds, unruly fringes matted to his forehead, and a blinding slither of sunlight directed right onto his retina — what a horrendous way to start off the day. Even worse is that his alarm hasn’t even rang yet, leaving him with 15 more minutes to spare until the routine weekday 7AM shrill.

Suna groans with a dry throat, itching for a few heavy gulps of water, and contemplates what he should do next.

He could get up and get an early start. The extra time would give him the luxury of cooking something a little more complex, or allow him the time to style his hair for a little longer. He could, but why would he when he can try to squeeze in some more sleep instead? 15 minutes is a lot in his world. It’s enough to give him an extra boost when it’s actually time to get up, but when he rolls over and catches your slumbering figure before him, every ounce of deliberation is thrown out the window in favour of simply soaking you in.

Although, it’s unfair, he thinks, how attractive you look even when you’re asleep.

Suna’s bleary eyes trace the outline of your face. From the delicate silk of your eyelashes to the curve of your chin, and before he knows it, his fingers follow along his trail of vision with touches so feather light that you’d think he’s worshiping you — maybe he is. Maybe he finds reverence in the softness of your cheeks, maybe he finds adoration in the slope of your nose, and maybe he finds devotion in the curve of your lips.

“Is this what you do every morning?”, you pipe up all of a sudden with your eyes still closed, startling Rintarō into a freeze, effectively jostling him out of his trance, “Not sure if it’s sweet or creepy.”

“How mean.”, he retorts monotonously, but is more than playful when he manhandles you closer to the warmth of his chest. His long limbs are perched and clinging closer to yours with the slight burn of his cheeks hidden away from your eyes.

With a joyous laughter, you twist your head out of his stronghold to gaze into his piercing eyes. Eyes you could swim for an eternity in, eyes of a colour you memorise and revisit in every daydream, eyes that hold the soul of the very man you tethered yours to, and you cup his face in between two careful hands. Softly, a chaste kiss is placed upon his lips, sweet and gentle before whispering against them, “Is that enough to make it up to you?”.

Every word you breathe sends tingles all over Suna’s body, sensual and electric on his skin, deep and purring in his gut. It’s not long before the press of your body against his and the warmth of your breath makes the corners of his mouth quirk into a delighted smirk.

“No.”, he whispers back, impish in his tone and the way his eyes shine when he grabs your hips, “One more.”

Rintarō leans forward and captures your lips, moulding with practiced fluidity against yours over and over and over again. Each time with more fervour, more hunger than the last. It’s passionate. It’s heated. It encompasses your senses with nothing but his scent, his taste, his touch, and it makes your head spin. It makes your hand fist at his bare chest to ground yourself, and it makes you moan for him. A moan so aroused, so vividly sultry that it wraps his spine in shivers and lights a dangerous fire in his loins.

He takes your lower lip between his teeth with an alluring smile, sharp eyes gliding to half mast, yellow-grey shading dark with lust, unrelenting in his regard. Always such a tease, but you can play his game too. Wet and warm, your tongue flicks out to lick a stripe at his lips, fleeting in its contact, but serves its purpose to tantalise him into chasing after your appendage with his own. Suna licks hotly into your parted mouth, worshiping in every heated glide against your tongue, reverent in every surface he touches. It’s easy to get lost in the way your breaths mingle, in the way he whispers your name, in the way your eyes shut close so you can immerse yourself in him. In the way he slides his hand down to the flesh of your thighs, fingers digging imprints as he presses himself flush to you. Your heart pounds, your throat gasps, and you all but drag your nails past his nape and up into his hair, tugging at the soft tuft of dark brown. Just the way you know that gets him groaning in carnal want—

The shrill ring of Suna’s alarm blares from the night stand.

Both of you startle with wide open eyes.

The kiss is over.

The moment is ruined.

He can’t help but heave a lengthy sigh, one of which only seems to draw out snickers from you.

“Good morning.”, you greet fondly as you run your fingers through his messy bed head, an affectionate act that has him nearly purring into your arms, a sweet gesture that has him reluctant to go to work.

“Get up before you’re late, Rintarō.”

“Maybe I’ll call in sick—”, he laments dramatically with cherry-kissed lips. You giggle at his little act, only to call him silly and usher him out of bed, like you do most mornings with him by your side.

The birds are even louder than before, the fringes of his unruly hair refuse to stay down, and the blinding sunlight now in full force when you slide open the curtains. Not that any of that matters anymore, not when he’s gotten his extra 15 minutes of domestic bliss with you — what a lovely way to start off the day.

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“are you coming home soon?” sakusa grumbles into the phone. rolling your eyes, you tilt your head, phone sandwiched between your cheek and shoulder as you rinse your hands in the bathroom.

“omi, we just got to the restaurant and ordered, the food hasn’t even come yet,” you snort. sakusa exhales deeply. you don’t see it, but he slumps into your shared bed, pout on his lips as he mentally guesses how much longer until your home.

he’s not too happy with his estimate.

“how long is that?” smiling, you grab a paper towel, wiping your hands as you chuckle, making his face scrunch further.

“baby, don’t be a drama queen. i don’t know how long this dinner will be, but you’ll live.” sakusa stares at the candles and snacks in the bag before him, glaring at them as though they were mocking him. it seems just like his luck to come home to an empty apartment the one day he’d worked up the courage to do something romantic. being greeted with a note on the counter in your handwriting with ‘out on a last minute invite with my coworkers. see you soon, love you!’ sprawled across it just before he began to set up a fort for you both was not how he’d expected the evening to go.

“but i...i had a...nevermind,” he sighs. “have fun,” sakusa mumbles glumly, playing with the threads of the blanket in his lap. a blanket that was supposed to be draped around chairs in your living room as you cuddled and watched a movie, but now he’d have to put them away, his plans for the night failing miserably.

truth be told, he’s much too shy for the romantics—he’s never had much to base it off of, and he’s always been a bit awkward. but sakusa’s always secretly wondered what candle lit dinners and rooftop picnics were like, and he’s heard enough talk in the locker rooms the mornings after date night from his teammates to know he wasn’t pulling all the stops—not like other guys at least, and he wanted to prove he could offer you the same.

but it seems that perhaps he wasn’t cut out to be romantic after all.

“everything okay, omi?” you ask gently, eyebrows furrowing at the dullness of his tone.

“yeah,” he mumbles. the heavy sigh he let’s out tell you his words are untrue. “i’ll see you when you come back, love you—”

“what's wrong, baby? you can tell me,” you push, making him pout to himself. shrugging—though you couldn’t see—he sighs yet again.

“just…i wanted to do something,” he mumbles. “i always see people do romantic things. wanted to try one,” he says quietly.

and your heart flutters a little, a giddy smile blooming across your lips at his words. because he doesn’t always have the right words, doesn’t have honeyed promises that glide smoothly off his tongue, and he doesn’t always know what to do, but he’s yours, and he wears the title proudly. sakusa doesn’t take you for granted, and he never lets you feel one moment of doubt, let you think for even one second that his heart isn’t beating for you.

“aww, did i ruin the plans, omi?” you smile.

“it’s whatever,” he grunts, but you can hear the disappointment in his voice, and you already know you’re coming home. how can you not when he’s got his heart on his sleeve, waiting for you?

“don’t pout, you baby. i’m coming. thirty minutes tops,” you laugh.

his lips curl into a deeper pout when he claims, “i’m not pouting, you weirdo.” laughing, you shake your head, heart rate a little faster—sakusa kiyoomi does that to you, even without trying.

“i love you, omi. my little hopeless closet romantic.” scowling, he huffs, mimicking your voice back to you and making you snort.

“my little hopeless closet romantic—see if i do anything nice for you again. now come home. and be safe,” he grumbles. after a few moments, he softly adds, “and i love you too. now bye, weirdo.” the line ends, and both of your faces mirror the same giddy expression as you exit the bathroom with an excuse ready, and he starts to prepare for your arrival.

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college sucks

characters: akaashi keiji x gn!reader

eris’ notes: for yu <3 (@sunkeiji) i love you

warnings: none

“hey,” you greet as you walk into your boyfriend’s dorm room.

you’re met with the view of him slumped over his desk, chin resting on his hand as he stares down at the book in front of him. the lamp is on, but apart from that it’s dark. his roommate isn’t here, but that’s normal.

(he’s usually off trading dates at the campus quad for chem notes, as akaashi tells you, totally a charmer but the total opposite of a gentleman).

“hm?” he hums, looks over his shoulder—and he might not notice it, but you can visibly see the tension in his shoulders ease out a little bit at the sight of you. “oh, hey love.”

“hey,” you say again, shutting the door behind you and dropping your bag beside it. your feet drag you over to your boyfriend, and your hands instantly find your way to his shoulders. “what are you studying?”

keiji sighs, subconsciously leaning into your touch as you rub at his shoulders, the base of his neck, before sliding your arms down to lean over the back of his chair. you rest your head on top of his, your thumb tracing circles into his sternum.

“english,” he answers, after a moment. his hands come up to his face to rub at his eyes, glasses shifting up to his forehead in the process.

“ah,” you grin, turning your head to press your cheek to the top of keiji’s. “explains the little vein popping out of your neck.”

“i don’t have a vein popping out of my neck,” he huffs at you—but yes, he totally does. “i just think the language is..”

“shitty?”

“essentially.”

you can feel the vibration of a silent laugh under your palm, feel akaashi’s shoulders shake within your embrace. you can’t help but tighten your grip around him for a moment, a half assed hug really. but it just feels so nice.

“you gonna study too?” it’s a question, but it’s obvious he already knows the answer as he uses his foot to pull over the beanbag closer to his chair.

you tilt your head to place a kiss to his temple—then a couple more, because it comes so naturally—before unwinding your arms from around him and plopping yourself unceremoniously onto the bean bag. keiji laughs again, this time audibly and full of adoration as he looks down at you.

“you look tired.”

“aw, how sweet of you,” you bemuse, the sarcasm thick on your tongue as you snark up at him.

(though your smile isn’t as mean as you’d like it to be, but that can’t be helped right now).

akaashi simply lets the edges of his lips quirk up, reaching over to rub at your under eye. his touches are so soft they feel like feathers against your skin. it’s impossible not to lean into his palm.

and then.

“you’ve been staying up too late to study again, haven’t you?”

“oh no, serious voice,” you mumble, simper turning sheepish under that deep blue gaze, eyebrows titling up in the most innocent way you can manage as you hold the eye contact.

a beat passes, then two. your heart is beating a lot faster, and you’re not stupid as you notice the way keiji’s moved his hand to cup the side of your neck in an attempt to gauge just that.

“..no?”

“you’re a horrid liar.”

“and you have a horrid vocabulary. too big of words, keij. too big.”

“don’t try to change the subject,” keiji chastises immediately, already onto your games—though he’s still smiling at you as he does so. “sleep is just as important as school, you know.”

“look who’s talking,” you retort, and he joins you as you laugh, his thumb tracing along your jaw as it dies down.

“just ten more minutes,” he announces, and grabs his phone off the desk next to his textbook to set a timer, just to show he’s serious. “i need to finish this chapter, okay love?”

“yeah,” you nod, biting the inside of your cheek to hide the way your lips pout out as akaashi retracts his hand from your neck to prop his chin back up with it.

it doesn’t take too long—probably only three into those last ten minutes you have to wait until you have your boyfriend’s undivided attention—that the lack of sleep keiji was talking about is starting to get to you. and when a yawn slips past your lips, eyelids growing heavy as you try to fight it off, a hand comes to the back of your head.

keiji guides you forward, just a bit, for you to lean your head against his thigh. you accept the notion gladly, nuzzling your cheek against it, humming in content when his hand doesn’t leave. instead, it stays. combing through your hair, massaging at your scalp, even scratching ever so lightly every now and then.

what was supposed to be a night of getting keiji’s help on your homework, sharing the newest gossip you heard in the cafeteria, and maybe even some cuddles before you head back to your own dorm, turns into none of that as sleep slowly but surely drags you into a warm and cozy abyss.

you wake up the next morning tucked under your boyfriend’s arm on his small twin sized dorm room bed. (panic taking over you for a second before you remember that it is in fact saturday, and you have not slept through any classes). and when you look over to keiji, you have to bite your lip to fight the laugh that tries to blurt out of you.

there’s a blue sticky note stuck to his forehead, adorned with messy handwriting that reads ‘and you call me the manwhore. look who’s sneaking people into our dorm room now’.

apparently the roommate decided to come back last night after all. (though he’s gone again, probably onto his next victim you assume).

ever so carefully you remove the sticky note off of akaashi’s forehead and in turn place a kiss to it, smiling as you feel his arm instinctively tighten around you.

“morning keiji,” you mumble against his skin when you hear him rumble something against your neck.

you feel his lips move as if he’s about to answer, and then he’s suddenly jerking upright and handsing around for his phone, something frantic about his movements. that panic you’d had earlier seems to be overtaking him.

“hey, hey,” you settle him, placing your hands on both sides of his face. “it’s saturday. no class.”

“oh. no class. okay,” he breathes, instantly melting into your touch, basking in the feeling of just you—in itself. his eyes have just slipped shut, you almost think he’ll fall back asleep sitting up, when suddenly he’s scrambling again and tripping over his own feet as he jumps off the bed.

“i was supposed to meet bokuto for breakfast today—“

you just laugh, sliding off the bed and grabbing your boyfriend’s glasses to hand to him, to which he heaves out a grateful sigh as he digs a cardigan out of his overflowing stack. college is a mess and stressful and a tad overwhelming, but it’s moments like this—rushed changing in the mornings for a breakfast your boyfriend is an hour late for after a night of not-so-much-studying—that make it somewhat bearable.

because it’s college and it sucks, but everyone else is dealing with it right along with you (even your boyfriend in your case) and that, well, that’s not so bad.

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