bootsukki

[bootsukki]

the soft click of the door echoed faintly through the quiet apartment as kuroo stepped inside, the weight of the day hanging heavy on his shoulders.

his usual confident stride was slower now, the long hours and back-to-back meetings finally catching up to him. he couldn’t complain, he loved his job, but the national league and olympics slowly approaching made him more stressed and tired.

he tugged off his shoes with a sigh and loosened his tie with one hand, letting it hang slack around his neck as he made his way to the living room.

collapsing onto the sofa, kuroo let his head sink into the cushions. the soft fabric felt like heaven against his tired skin and the fact that it smelled like you… he was completely in bliss.

he draped an arm over his eyes, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that grew slower and slower until sleep gently pulled him under, the corners of his lips still faintly upturned from a thought of you.

the apartment was bathed in a soft, amber glow from the setting sun filtering through the curtains when the door opened again.

you stepped inside, your own day having left you a little drained, especially after your presentation and not having enough time to even rest your feet for a few minutes but the sight that greeted you immediately softened every edge of your exhaustion.

there he was, your kuroo. tie loose, shirt a little wrinkled, dark hair a mess from where he’d raked his fingers through it all day. he looked peaceful, one arm slung above his head, lips parted slightly in sleep, snoring a bit.

you smiled.

quietly, you took off your heels and walked over, crouching beside the couch and brushing a hand gently through his hair, the strands soft and familiar beneath your fingers. he stirred a little at the touch but didn’t wake up. you ran your thumb gently over his temple, heart full and aching with love. oh, your heart was about to combust at the sight of him. how peaceful he was, how beautiful he looked…

“i missed you,” you whispered, voice barely audible over the hum of the evening as you left a soft kiss on his cheek.

he looked so vulnerable like this. so different from the composed, sharp-tongued kuroo the world knew. he never let anyone see you like this, only you knew this version of him best—the man who fell asleep on the couch because he worked too hard, kuroo, who always wanted the best for you and your relationship, kuroo, the man who made space for you even in his dreams.

you leaned forward and pressed another kiss to his forehead, lips lingering for a few seconds ind against his soft skin.

“i love you,” you murmured, resting your head gently against his chest for just a moment, letting yourself be still, right there with him, the rhythm of his heart almost making you sleepy.

and somehow, even in sleep, his hand found yours, pulling you closer, like he always did.

you love this little life of yours.

[bootsukki]

uploaded a kita x reader fic and deleted it two minutes after publishing it lol

when will I ever be confident enough to not think about what I post or write 😭😭😭😭

[bootsukki]

I think I hate this lol

kita shinsuke didn't consider himself someone easily shaken. he was steady, like the sunrise, the turn of the seasons or the way his grandmother's garden bloomed each spring with colorful and beautiful flowers.

but that calm steadiness wavered just a little the first time he saw you.

the truth is that he hadn't even wanted to go to the farmer's market that morning.

it was early summer and the morning sun hadn't raised too high yet to feel the unbearable weather. his grandmother, still stubborn despite her years, had insisted on going to the market in town for her "non-negotiable" weekly shopping and naturally, she had dragged shinsuke with her.

"you never know when you'll need good preserves," she said wisely, adjusting her hat and giving shinsuke a basket to carry around.

shinsuke followed her through the stalls, making quick conversation wit the vendors as his grandma explained what she needed. he filled the basket with radishes, cucumbers and jam jars. he was quiet, comfortable in his own mind, until they stopped at the strawberry stand.

that was when he saw you.

you were smiling at a costumer, the corners of your eyes crinkling, hair pulled back in a ponytail. your apron had red stains and there was even a bit of a smudge of what it seemed like strawberry jam on your cheek. after waving goodbye to the man, you waved at shinsuke's grandmother.

"oh, oba-san! you came early today!"

his grandmother beamed. "of course i did. i didn't want yamakura-san to grab all the strawberries and leave you empty handed."

you turned to shin then, and your eyes met his. "oh! you must be the grandson. she brags about you every time she comes by!"

shinsuke blinked, looking at his grandmother. "does she?"

"absolutely," you said, laughing softly. "you need to meet my grandson, he's the most reliable man in the whole town. hard-working and cute!" you laugh. "that's a hard title to earn."

hid ears turned pink, unsure of what he should answer. "... tha-"

you handed him a small carton of stawberry and what it seemed like strawberry shortcake in a small box. "these are on the house. for helping her."

he hesitated. "you don't have to."

"i want to, honestly, take them!"

after buying some strawberries and another piece of cake, his grandmother waved goodbye, leaving shinsuke alone for a few seconds as she made her way towards another stall.

"bye..."

"(y/n)."

"bye (y/n)."

"bye, kita-san."

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shinsuke looked at his watch, foot tapping the floor beneath him as he finished his last piece of toast.

"oh, would you see that? we are out of strawberry jam."

"i could..." shinsuke said, "go to the farmer's market, if you want."

his grandmother smirked.

"would you? my leg is killing me today."

"i'll go."

shinsuke found himself volunteering to take his grandmother to the market even on weekends when she didn't need anything. "I just like fresh produce" he often said.

his grandmother knew better, it was you who brought her grandson to the farmer's market.

some weeks tou were at the main market. other weeks, you were in the neighbouring town. eventually, after taking him weeks of hyping himself up, he asked for your number and started asking about where you'd be next.

sometimes, when your father was short on help, shinsuke stayed with you on the stallm helping you lift crates or organise baskets.

the truth is, shin liked you a lot. you always had a joke ready or a strange fact about plants. or a question about his family's rice fields, the conversations slowly turning deeper, about your childhoods, the dreams you once had, the ones you are still chasing even in your 20s. he tells you about the farm, about his partnership with miya osamu, providing him with rice for his restaurant, how he wanted to modernize some of the operations but not lose the traditions. you told him about your dream to open a tiny café with fresh produce from other farmers and cute little strawberry cakes that you liked to bake.

"you'd do well with that," he said one day, as you sat side by side on the tailgate of your dad's delivery truck, watching the sun dip below the trees after a long day at two different markets. "you've got a way with people."

you blushed then, looking away for a second. "i like talking with you, shin-kun."

he felt his heart tighten, like something was blooming inside his chest.

i've been thinking," he said, after a few seconds in silence. "would you like to... go out? for dinner, sometime."

"dinner?"

"yeah, uhm... like a date, if you... if you want."

you blinked once, twice, then grinned so wide it nearly knocked the wind out of him.

"i would love to."

—————

shinsuke looked at the sign in front of him. inside the little cozy café you opened a few months ago, fulfilling that dream of yours you had, you were at the counter arranging flowers.

he smiled. after nearly two whole years of dating you, he still felt butterflies whenever he saw you. he opened the door and came in, a fresh crate of lemons on his arms. you beamed at him, brushing your hands on your apron.

Ieaving the crate on the back, he kissed your cheek, picking up a strawberry.

“you know what?”

“yeah?” you start organising orders you had to pick up, not noticing shin as he went down in one knee.

“i’ve been berry sure about you for a long time, so…”

“what?” you laugh but your heart nearly stops when you turn and see him, strawberry in one hand and ring on the other. “shin…”

“will you marry me?”

[bootsukki]

finished my exams! taking a few days to relax and I’ll be back to writing ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I’ll start with a kita x reader!

[bootsukki]

EXAM TOMORROW I’M FREAKING TBE FUCK OYT 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

[bootsukki]

hello! passed my exam with an 8,8/10 which is pretty good! i have less than a week to prepare for my spoken exam so wish me luck!

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[bootsukki]

warnings: first time writing for oikawa so it may be a bit ooc! violence and a creepy man

the sun was gentle over miyagi that morning, filtering through the store screens in a soft golden haze. summer was here, and you finally had the chance to go back home after more than a year without visiting japan. after a week, things settled into a quiet, domestic routine, it took you back to high school hallways, crowded gyms, the nostalgia of your childhood and teenage years.

oikawa had always been a part of your life. you were friends since childhood even though your personalities were polar opposites. he was the charming guy, the ace with a smile that made classmates swoom and you were the academic weapon of the both, quiet and shy. yet, somehow, between club activities and walking home together, he found his way into your heart.

years passed, lived evolved. he said he wanted to play in Argentina, that he was given opportunities and you went with him, without hesitating. you thought the hardest part would be leaving home but you were mistaken.

ever since you moved to argentina with tooru, you life wasn't exactly normal.

ever since that magazine spread years ago where paparazzi took pictures of you and tooru on a beach, laughing, kissing, enjoying the sunshine... within days, it was everywhere. they tore into you, Japanese and argetinian media, social media trolls that thought oikawa was better alone, that you were just a distraction, that Argentina would fail if you were even in his mind. it was enough to make you and oikawa it down and stop the madness. from that moment on, you lived quietly in the background of his spotlight. you showed up at some matches, wore elegant gowns to galas, but you never walked red carpets or got down to the court to celebrate.

you liked it and oikawa was content with it.

when you got pregnant the year before, the need for privacy grew tenfold. oikawa had looked at you one night, hand splayed over your growing belly.

"they won't get to touch her or even come near her. i swear on my life."

that promise carried into everything you did: silence online, quick pr statement after he declined going to a tournament to help you with postpartum recovery.

so, shopping back home felt life a small freedom. the store was quiet, filled mostly with elderly shoppers and mothers with toddlers asking for a quick snack before the park.

you pushed your cart, grabbing some items you needed for dinner and making sure emi, your 5-month-old daughter was fast asleep in her baby carrier.

you turned into the produce section, trying to look for some peppers, when a man approached you.

"excuse me," he said, smiling. "do you know it these apples are local?"

"oh, hm..." you quickly looked at the label and nodded. "seems like it."

"great, i'm sure they are sweet."

"sure..."

"cute baby you got there." you smiled politely, trying to walk away from the conversation. "although she doesn't look like you."

you stiffened slightly. "oh, um..."

"surely she looks like oikawa."

your entire body froze.

"what did you just say?"

"oikawa tooru, your husband." he said, stepping a bit closer, trying to take a look at emi. you stepped back, heart pounding and shaky hands. "no need to be scared."

"excuse me, i..." you turned around, trying to look for someone, anyone who could help you.

"no need to run, i'm a big fan of your husband."

without hesitating, you grabbed your phone and dialed tooru's number.

"hi there, my bautiful baby ma-"

"tooru," you said quickly, "i..." you turned around the corner, cart forgotten, not daring to look behind. "there's a man asking me questions, saying that he knows you, emi..."

you could hear the shift in his tone immediately, calm replaced by sharp protectiveness. "where?"

"grocery store, 5 minutes from your mom's."

"okay, i'm on my way, go to the front desk, okay?"

you knew the man was behind you, even as you walked away. he kept making comments, asking questions, hoping to see the face of your baby. you grabbed your cap from your head and tried to hide her face with it, praying that he wasn't taking pictures, praying that, if photos were meant to go around, it would be your face instead of hers.

you were trembling and you stomach was twisting.

then, tooru stormed in.

"you think you can talk to my wife?" he snapped, getting in front of you. the noise had made people curious,

"i'm just a big fan."

"i don't give a single fuck!" oikawa grabbed the front of the man's shirt. "you talk about my wife and you cross a line but you talk about my daughter and you... you don't get to walk away."

oikawa smalled him against a shelf, hard enough to send packaged goods clattering to the floor.

people were gathering around, trying to separate the two men. a few it took you everything not to cry as tooru was pulled away by the security man.

"baby, are you okay?"

you nodded, watching as they took him outside. he didn't resist, just looked back at you once, eyes softening at the sight of emi still fast asleep.

“Volleyball Star Oikawa Tooru Suspended Following Altercation at Grocery Store.” “Protective Father or Aggressive Husband? Public Divided Over Oikawa’s Violent Outburst.” it took less than a day for the media to explode. only a tweet to grab the attention of his fans and his team.

"benched for a month."

"i'm sorry, tooru." you said, sitting next to him in the dining table of the back garden. "I should ha-"

"no." he said, firmly, grabbing your hand. "you did what you had to do, call me."

he looked at you.

"i made it worse. i know it was reckless trying to..."

"tooru..."

"they'll talk about you and her. my emi..." he sighed.

"you protected her. you protected us."

"i will do anything to keep you safe. whatever it takes. I'll do it. over and over again."

his beautiful brown eyes were fixed on your face. "because I swore I would do it."

"i know..." you nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks. tooru laughed softly, cleaning the tears with his thumb. "you are the best husband and father, you know?"

he pulled you into his lap, hugging you tightly, whispering against you ear.

"everything for my girls... and being benched isn't so bad, right? maybe we can take that holiday we wanted and give a little brother to emi."

"forget i said anything." you said, moving from his lap. "you are still the same silly boy I met when he was five and ate dirt."

"(y/n)! don't say that!"

[bootsukki]

fluff ig :) birthday special for all of you!

birthdays weren't a big deal in high school. you were "old" for streams, classroom songs and cakes shared with classmates and teachers. most people you knew just shot a quick "happy birthday!" text and let it be.

when you found the little paper bag on your desk that morning, you blinked at it, unsure it was even meant for you but you noticed the folded edge and staple pinched at the top.

carefully, you opened it: a small pack of your favourite chips, your favourite milkshake and a chocolate bar you swore you had only mentioned in passing.

without thinking, you turned your head to look at the blond boy on the other side of the class, pulling out his textbook without looking at you, but you were no fool, his ears were pink and the hand on his face hid the slightest blush.

he didn't say anything until lunch, when you walked by him on your way to the cafeteria. "happy birthday." it was flat, casual but you heart skipped a beat and you smiled.

"thank you, kei."

that was the first time he wished you a happy birthday. kei wasn't the person to say things directly, you knew that but... he noticed things no one seemed to notice.

you weren't dating but your relationship was toeing the blurry lin e between friends and more than friend but timing was never right and kei wasn't someone who rushed into anything.

you stayed in touch after graduation, going to the same university. messages, meetups when you were stressed or after volleyball practice and eventually, in your second year, everything changed.

one evening, during a rainy week in early spring, you found yourselves in the dining hall. you were ranting about your lastest assignment and kei seemed quiet, deep in thought.

"are you okay?"

"yes. i was just thinking about how much i liked you in high school."

you blinked and laughed.

"i know. i liked you too." you said, sipping your drink. "still do."

things felt natural with him. loving him, learning about each other in a deeper way... you began building a life together, small pieces at first. study sessions that led to dinner and sleeping at his place, weekend trips and quiet dinners where his hand softly caressed your thigh. you learned his patterns: how grumpy he was after waking up from a nap, his use of sarcasm as an armor, how he always listened. and he learned about you, the way you spent more than an hour doing your make-up and acting like you were filming a vogue video, the way your curled your fingers into his when you were nervous, the true sound of your laughter when you were happy...

so, when you decided to move in together after finishing university, it felt like it was just meant to be.

you found a modest, little apartment between his workplace and yours. it wasn't anything fancy but it was yours. a shared space filled with love.

moving was exhausting. between boxes, paperwork, lost screws mno one seemed to find and long days, you hadn't even realised your birthday was around the corner. you were just too tired to care.

but kei noticed.

he always did.

that morning, you woke up groggy, back sore from sleeping on the mattress that was still on the floor after the furniture store misplaced your bed frame. the apartment was a complete mess with half-unpakced boxed, plastic wrapped furniture and no dining table.

you'd barely had the energy to shower the night before.

you shuffled into the kitchen, ready to settle for a 7/11 breakfast and instant coffee, when you noticed something was different.

the boxes were pushed to the side, the floor had been swept and in the middle of the living room, there was a small blanket laid out and on top of it paper plates filled with pancakes. homemade pancakes.

your favourite pancakes. the ones kei always cooked with a "secret ingredient," as he said (you knew it was chocolate chips and a tiny bit of maple syrup).

somehow, with half of your kitchen utensils still in boxes and a barely functioning stove, he cooked for you.

and there he was, still in his pijamas and messy hair, rubbing the back of his neck.

"happy birthday," he said, softer this time.

"you did this?"

"we don't have a table or chairs and this was the best I could do. i'm sorry if it isn't..."

you nearly jumped into his arms, chest tightening. your hands roamed his back and the soft hairs at the base of his neck. "this is amazing..."

hugging you, he sighed, hands resting on your lower back. "you've been really stressed with moving and this is the... i wanted to help."

you leaned away from his embrace, kissing him softly. "I love it, thank you, thank you so much."

kei leaned into a hug again, leaning down to hide his face on your neck.

"this is probably my favourite birthday."

"hm... why...?" he murmured against your neck, placing a soft kiss into your skin.

"because even though there are so many things wrong and we still have a lot of work to do, you... you took the time to think about me. you make me happy, extremely happy."

because that was how kei loved. not with grand gestures or loud words, but in the quiet. in remembered snacks. in pancakes. in soft kisses on your neck and long g embraces that made you feel safe.

that birthday, amid boxes and clutter, became one of the best memories you had.

because with tsukishima kei, everything was okay.

[bootsukki]

I got Tyler the creator x converse for my birthday!!!! whaaaaat

I’ll try to post some “birthday” fic today but I can’t make any promises!

love y’all ❤️

[bootsukki]

now that I’m free (for a few days, I still need to go to work lol) I want to buy cute clothes to treat myself for my birthday as well! if you know any cute (and cheap) shop that ships to Spain please let me know! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[bootsukki]

did my first two exams yesterday and wrote almost 30 pages by hand lol

4 hours and a half of writing lol

but to be honest, I feel proud of the work that I have done during the last 10 months! I was working and studying at the same time and I’m really proud of myself for working this hard

I’ll get the mark on July 3rd and if I pass I need to take another exam! 🤗

[bootsukki]

I have my first two exams this Saturday! 🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶

[bootsukki]

ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛

[bootsukki]

warnings: postpartum thoughts, tsukishima being cute, aged-up! characters. not proofread

the sound of tiny feet padding hurriedly across the wooden floor broke through the sleepy haze of the morning. the door of your bedroom softly opens and your 4-year-old, aiko, makes her way through the door, wearing her school uniform and hair up, a perfect ponytail made by her dad.

“mama! get up! take me to school!”

aiko beamed up at you with that irresistible gap-toothed smile, clutching her backpack decorated with dinosaurs and glitter.

you blinked the sleep out of your eyes, barely registering the light through the curtains. you’re completely exhausted. the weight of your exhaustion clung to you like a second skin. you turn to look at the bassinet next to your bed, your 3-month-old, kyo, sleeping soundly.

Between late-night feedings with kyo, and the ceaseless worries that had crept into your postpartum days—about your body, your energy, your ability to be enough—you were stretched thin.

“sweetie, maybe daddy can take you today—”

“but mama,” aiko’s lip quivered, eyes glistening with that heartbreak only a four-year-old can conjure. “you promised you would take me… i- i want you to come today…”

you glanced toward the door, where tsukishima kei, your husband, was carrying aiko’s lunchbox. he caught your eye and gave you a small smile.

he was already dressed, ready for the day and you felt completely out of place.

you wanted to say no. your body ached, your breasts were sore, your skin didn’t feel like your own, hair a mess you hadn’t touched for days and you were wearing an old sweatshirt that you have since you were in college. back when you were pretty and desirable.

you didn’t feel like you belonged in the world outside your home, let alone at school drop-off, where the other parents looked put together and… whole.

but... your daughter's hopeful and beautiful eyes (that look the same as her father's) help you in place.

"okay," you breathed, forcing a small smile. "okay, baby, I'll come with you."

aiko squealed in delight and ran downstairs to finish her breakfast. kei, now standing close, brushed a stray pieceof hair from your face, his touch light but so comforting.

"you sure?" he murmured, concern flickering behind his glasses.

you nodded, but your throat felt tight. you weren't sure. not even a little.

the beginning of the morning was a blur. between calming kyo, wiping aiko's messy hands, trying to get anything presentable on and trying to brush your hair, you didn't even have time to look in the mirror before shuffling out the door.

kei fastened aiko's sealtbelt, and you sat next to her, placing kyo on his car set, and for a moment, you felt peace as kei drove towards the school. aiko was mostly silent, except for a few moments where she told the story she was going to tell her teacher, about how she read a beautiful story with kei the night before. you smiled where you could, but you kept glancing at your reflection in the car window and the little mirror you placed to watch kyo while you drove, wishing you'd had five more minutes to feel like yourself again.

kei parked close to the school and you kissed aiko's forehead. she wanted you to come with her but you couldn't. you wouldn't. you felt like shit, you had stains on your shirt. how could you go with her? you couldn't bear the thought of parents judging you. you couldn't bear thinking about how kei would feel seeing you like that in public.

after a tantrum from aiko's part, she finally bounced off, hand-in-hand with her dad towards the classroom.

thet's when the weight of it all hit you.

you looked at kyo, your chest tightening, the sting in your eyes impossible to blink away. you- you felt like a ghost of the person you used to be. your body still carried the softness of pregnancy your clothes, the one you didn't steal from kei clung in all the wrong places and you barely recognised the tired woman staring back at you in the baby mirror.

the tears came, slow but steady, as you slumped against the headrest, silently willing yourself to hold it together.

when kei came back, he slid into the backseat next to you and cleaned your tears with his thumb.

"hey," he said softly, brow furrowed. "what's wrong?"

you shook your head, wiping at your cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt. "it's so stupid. i just-i didn't even get ready. i feel like a mess. well, i am a mess. i look like i haven't slept in years. i just," your voice cracked "i don't really feel like me."

his expression softened, his hand resting over yours, firm and warm, like always. "you wanna know something?"

you glanced at him through wet lashes.

"you're the prettiest one at drop-off."

your breath caughtm a small, incredulous laugh escaping through your tears. "what?"

"i'm so serious," he said, his voice steady as his thumb traced small circles against your skin. "you are the prettiest one at every place you go. no other person comes closer to what you are. you have just carried a whole human inside you. none of the mums out there were up all night feeling our baby and calming him down, none of them sing beautiful lullabies and don't care about the drool or the vomit or the pee." you laugh, glancing towards kyo. "none of them kiss scraped knees, or prepare dinner for a whole family after a long day, none look at me like you do when you're completely exhausted but still trying."

you bit your lip, trying to hold yourself together.

"you're more beautiful now than you've ever been. your body gave me aiko. gave me kyo. you gave me a whole family. that's not something I could ever see as anything less than perfect."

the tears start falling again, but this time you don't fight them.

"and you're mine." kei adds, his lips quirking up slightly and cheeks getting rosy, as if that simple fact was the most precious thing in the world for him. "messy hair, tired eyes and old sweatshirt you stole from me." you both laugh. "i'd take you like this, every day, forever. i understand this is rough, but we can work together to solve this, maybe we could go to the doctor or therapy if you are up for it."

you let out a choked laugh, leaning into his side as he wrapped an arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

"you're such a sap under that stoic face you have." you mumble against his shoulder. his body shakes with laughter and he sfotly grabs your chin, pulling you towards him to share a sweet and short kiss.

"i love you."

" i love you too, kei."

you didn't feel glamorous and put together, well, you didn't even feel particularly awake but... you felt loved. fully and fiercely.

and maybe, just maybe, that was more than enough.

[bootsukki]

90% of my brain is full of notes, essays, legislation…

the other 10% percent: are you…. open… mindu? 😜😏

[bootsukki]

HE’s SO PRETTY WhaT

SUGGAAAAA

[bootsukki]

Osamu ! 🦊

[Also!! I'm working on the requests, but because I'm out of time, it's taking me a little longer. and thanks for the support ᡣ𐭩]