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bp-doodles · 3 years ago

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Ok, don’t mind me, just raising the bar to the outskirts of SPACE 🪐☄️🚀

Romantic headcanons for Suguru

romantic headcanons with suguru

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✦Suguru is a man who knows exactly what he wants and how to get what he wants. Once his mind is fixed onto something he would do anything to achieve that; he’s an extremely passionate and driven person.

✦So you best believe that as soon as he laid eyes on you, he knew that he’d love you be yours, if you allowed him to be

✦He’d be unexpectedly nervous asking you out, thinking you were out of his league, but he was very determined. It all worked out though because you agreed to go on a date, and one date led to two which eventually led to the two of you establishing a romantic relationship and then moving in together

✦Suguru is a very family orientated person, and he considers his close friends, like Shoko and Gojo family. So don’t be surprised if you come back from work one day to see all three on the couch waiting for you

✦It’s funny though because his friends always tease him about you and definitely like you more than him

✦In terms of affection, in the comfort of your homes, Suguru is all over you. You best believe he is clinging to you whether its you cuddled up to his chest, or is him with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face pressing kisses to your neck.

✦In public he prefers to be more lowkey, occasionally pressing a kiss or two to your cheek and holding you hand firmly in his

✦Dates with Suguru are just really intimate and sweet. Whenever it’s his turn to choose a place he always picks something meaningful. He’d take you to one of his most favourite beaches, where he realised for the first time that he was in love with you and have a small picnic with you there. And when you’re done eating he’d playfully throw some sand on you and then race you to the sea

✦Other times he chooses to stay at home and cook for you. Shows off his skills and lets you put your feet up and enjoy yourself for the evening.

✦He cooks your favourites and makes dessert for you and will not let you help him at all. This is his treat for you so he just wants you to sit back and enjoy the meal

✦Suguru kisses you like it’ll be the last time he’ll kiss you. Every single kiss he gives you is just full of pure and raw emotion. He knows how fragile and brittle life is so he makes sure to cherish every single little kiss and touch with you and savours it.

✦Even in his lazy morning kisses you can feel the sheer amounts of love he has for you

✦He’s a very clean person that takes great pride in his appearance so you already know once a week he has a cute little pamper night with you.

✦He’d have a bubble bath with you in which you both wash each other’s hair and he’s so soft with you. He makes sure to be as gently as possible and not to tug on your hair too hard

✦He carefully uses a brush to put on a clay mask for you and makes sure your hair isn't in the way. He’d be really into skincare and if you’re not, his habit will slowly rub off onto you. Self-care is always a good habit and you deserve to treat yourself

✦Suguru definitely thinks his best feature is probably his hair so he takes a lot of care and pride in his hair

✦He also loves it when you play with his hair as well. He loves to just lay on your lap and have you run your fingers through his hair and softly brush is for him as well

✦He will never admit it but he absolutely adores it when you play and experiment with different styles using his hair. He has such healthy and beautiful hair and he is the best test subject

✦Sometimes his friends walk in on him being so soft and in love with you and they never stop teasing him about it. A part of him doesn't care though because he wants everyone to know that he is yours and always will be. No matter what.

✦All in all, Suguru would be the best partner without a shadow of a doubt. While he may have his flaws the man is incredibly determined and would do anything to try and make you feel like you’re in heaven with him

✦He’s a safe space for you and he’d never do anything to abuse that. You can wholeheartedly trust him with your life

a/n :: thank you so much for requesting this anon !! i hope that you like it and please do let me know what you think about it and suggest any improvements or add ons. thank you so much and i hope you all enjoyed reading this <33

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bp-doodles · 3 years ago

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for @wishterya’s ‘a wish for you’ collab <3 happy bday, lovely!

~ 1k words of just domestic fluff

Everyone knows that Kita Shinsuke is a man of routine. He’s changed a bit, though, since he met you. A little less reliant on every day being a carbon copy of the one before; a little more equipped for spontaneity.

But you can’t change the core of a man’s being, so he’s still a man of routine.

Every morning, as he waits for his coffee to drip out of the machine, he reaches into the little jar on the kitchen counter. He pulls out a tiny paper star. How bold of him, he thinks, to even consider holding a cosmic entity in his mortal hands. A star. A wish. A piece of you, scribbled down and dropped into the Wish Jar.

Keep reading

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu x reader #kita fluff #kita scenario #kita drabble #kita x reader #kita shinsuke fluff #kita shinsuke scenario

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bp-doodles · 3 years ago

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Thigh Flirting w ur crush

got this idea from a tiktok where they explained a flirting hack: dropping something and while leaning down to pick it up, use (his) thigh as leverage

pt. 2

warnings: fluff

Iwaizumi, Kenma, Suna

Mid-conversation, as Iwaizumi chatters away about his new skincare routine that you asked him about, you pretend to drop your pen

Leaning down, you place a hand on his thigh to balance yourself

“Then I apply the aloe face mask…” his voice falters, eyes flickering between your hand on his thigh and the object your reaching for.

He pauses, waiting for you to pick up your fallen item

You slowly rise back up, using his thigh

This action makes him awkwardly cough into his fisted hand.

When you’re finally seated, with your arms back to its place in your lap, you notice his blush

Especially the reddening of his ears

“Hey, you alright, my guy?”

You lean over and gently give his knee a pat

He clears his throat. “Yeah, y-yeah. Um, what was I saying…”

He shakes his head as if to clear thoughts from his mind

“Something about a face mask?” You ask, swiping a tongue on your dry lips.

“Uh, huh, face mask…” For a moment, his gaze goes down to your lips, but it quickly reverts back to your eyes.

“The face mask goes right on the face, yeah.” He pauses, looking to the side, deep in thought. “I gotta go!”

Before you could argue, he speeds out of the room.

And it was that moment that you knew you had some sort of effect on him, making you feel a sense of pride

but also warmth bc you had feelings for him

After leaning down to adjust your shoelaces, you grab his thigh to support your weight

Kenma’s eyes go wide

he throws the pillow he was hugging and stares right at your hand

He even points at it with his finger. “Ahh, Ah…AHHH!!!” he screams.

“What, what, what, what?!” You immediately retract your hand, thinking there was a bug or something.

“Nuh uh. Nope. Not now. No.” He shook his finger at you.

??? you gave him a questioning look

“Did you just flirt with me?” he asks, an eyebrow raised.

“Uhmmm…”

When it takes you a while to give an actual response, he scoffs. “That’s a first.”

He continues to watch you squirm. “I can actually read you like a book,” he chuckles, mostly to himself.

“You’re funny,” you say almost bitterly, hearing his words.

“Next, time, you can just face me and tell me how you feel, instead of being creepy, HAHAH,” he starts laughing.

You grab his collar, making him pause and stare back at your eyes. “If you could read me like a book then, how come you didn’t ask me out earlier? When I liked you for 5 months?”

Kenma looks genuinely shocked. “5 months? Oh, I thought it was just…now.”

“Looks like someone can’t read me like a book after all, aha!” You cross your arms, smirking.

He grins and grabs your arm and pulls you next to him.

“5 months, huh…” His hoodie is warm as he has you engulfed in his arms.

“Um, h-how about you?” You ask him, nervous, thinking he probably doesn’t share the same feelings.

He places a kiss on your forehead, making you relax a bit. “Hmm, a year.” You spun your head to his grinning face.

“What?!?!”

As Suna takes his water bottle and downs it, you take the moment to lean down on the ground to grab something

Your hand goes directly on his thigh, placing a little pressure as your lift yourself back up

He quickly stops drinking, gulping the water, and staring at you

“Dude,” he grabs your hand on his thigh, pushing it away.

You pout.

“What?” You ask, pretending to be innocent.

But he can see right through you.

“What do you mean what? You’re getting all touchy,” he wipes off imaginary dust off his lap.

“What’s wrong with that?” You ask.

“Well, for starters, you never act like that. It’s unusual. Weird. It’s like you like me or something. I’m just saying.”

“And if I do?” You ask.

His eyes widen, feeling chills.

“Don’t joke like that.” He scowls.

“Damn, is it really that bad for me to like you?”

His scowl turns into a grin. He leans over to you, hands folded together.

“No, sweetie, it’s actually the opposite.” He leans back, hands now holding the back of his head as he relaxes

“But I’d rather you not like me, because I don’t know what I would do if you did.” He smiles. “So, don’t get all touchy because you’re sending me mixed signals.”

“Okay, no more mixed signals,” you nod. “I like you, Suna Rintarou,” you spit out.

His eyes widen again.

He grabs your hand almost desperately. “A-are you serious?”

“I said your government name. Of course,” you deadpan.

He smiles widely and pulls you into a hug.

“Finally.”

And you melt into his arms at that moment.

Finally, indeed.

#🍙—reader inserts #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #kenma x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu crushes #haikyuu

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bp-doodles · 3 years ago

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Unexpected Flirting

warning: cringy/cheesy, not proofread

POV: you feel like teasing your bf a little

Tsukishima, Iwaizumi, Hyakuzawa, Nishinoya

Tsukishima

feeling bored you walk over to your tall bf lazing on the couch

“Need something?” he asks, still looking down on his phone

you plop down beside him and hug his arm

“you?” You bat your lashes flirtatiously.

Kei looks at you, disgusted

but the red color appearing on his cheeks say otherwise

you smirk then close your eyes, puckering up as you move closer to his face

but instead, a pillow meets your lips.

“whuf ar mu doinf (what are you doing?)” you muffle into the plushy object as he smothers it on your face.

you quickly pull it down and glare at his mischievous smile

“Meanie,” you pout.

He stares at your lips, hesitating for a moment before taking off his glasses and setting them aside.

“Ooh~?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

He pushes you down on the couch and grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger to face him.

he stares at you a little

You don’t say anything but your amused expression says a lot.

“Shut up,” he tells you before pulling you into a kiss

Iwaizumi

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Hajime asks with his arm around your shoulder.

you’ve been staring at him nonstop for the past few minutes.

“Nothing…just…wow. You’re really handsome, you know?” you’re eyes sparkle as you keep your gaze on him.

His eyes go wide before he puts his face into his palms, moving away from you.

You hear him mutter something to himself under his breath. (be strong, be strong, be strong, be strong…)

“Do you think twice before saying things? Gah” he says, hiding his blush.

“Aw, but you are! And I feel so lucky to be yours” you move closer, looking at him with bright eyes.

He inhales deeply. “Come here, you.”

His arms wrap tightly around you.

You lean up towards his reddened face for a kiss.

“Wait.” He gently pushes your head so that his rests atop yours.

“Let me calm down for a minute.”

You giggle to yourself.

He exhales. “Okay minute’s over.” He quickly moves down to finally lend the kiss you’ve been waiting for.

Hyakuzawa

you slowly approach your bf’s back as he busies himself with the dishes

he gets startled when you snake your arms around his waist but calms down when he hears you

“You’re so big and cuddly. I love it.” You lean against his wide back.

He turns his head to give you a little kiss. “Thank you, I love your hugs.”

You feel his chest. “Damn, your workouts have been paying off.”

You continue to fondle him, making him groan.

“Honey, I’m not done with the dishes yet.”

“I’m not telling you to stop?” You massage his pink-tinted ears with one hand, looking up at him.

He turns off the sink and faces you, drying his hands with a towel.

“Why’d you stop?” you say, blinking. You knew he was sensitive to your touches.

“You know why.” He throws the towel aside, taking no time to pull you in for a kiss.

Nishinoya

as Noya starts to focus his attention more on the movie playing in front of you, you pick up his cute little habits

his eyes widen in amazement watching the action on the screen

the hand holding yours, squeezes a little in every intense scene

you sneakily release from his hold to reach up to his ears which were peeking out of his semi-damp semi-disheveled locks

your fingers caress from his cartilage slowly down to his lobe, while you admire his side view

“Babe…whatcha doin?” he side-eyes you.

“Nothing. Just watch the movie.” You smile, combing your hands in his hair.

“Okay, then.” He laughs and gives you a small peck.

nonetheless, you keep admiring his features with your eyes and loving hands

Your thumb smooths over his tinted cheeks and his attention is back on you

“Sorry,” you start before he could utter a word. “I can’t help it. You’re so darn cute and handsome.”

You couldn’t really tell because of the limited light in the room but he short circuits.

“Y/N…” he says softly, making your heart skip.

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathes, his flushed face inches from yours.

All it took was a simple nod to bring his lips to yours.

And clearly, the television is long forgotten

#🍙—reader inserts #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #tsukishima kei x you #tsukishima x reader #tsukki x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hyakuzawa x reader #nishinoya x reader

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bp-doodles · 3 years ago

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bp-doodles · 3 years ago

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Heyyyy! If it’s not too much trouble, could I request Suga, Bokuto, Osamu and Akaashi with a s/o who doesn’t want to have kids? But they thought that reader wanted some because they are very motherly and babysit sometimes? pls ignore this if you don’t wanna write :)

Haikyuu with a s/o who doesn’t want children

a/n : no trouble at all bae! I just didn’t wrote Osamu because I wasn’t rly inspired and the others were longer than I thought they would. Apologies for that!

warning : n/a

pairing : Suga, Bokuto and Akaashi

genre : comfort and tiny bit of angst if you look real closely

Sugawara Koshi :

- kids was something he always wanted in his life. He loved them after all. One of the main reasons he became an elementary schooo teacher. And then you cam in his life, and he couldn’t stop imagining having mini yous and him running around a big house as he tried to stop them for making a fuss.

- but he never spoke about his wishes, as he thought that you shared the same wish as well and would have some whenever you would be ready. He could wait.

- seeing you with kids always made his heart flutter. Thinking that this might be you, in a few years, with your own children as well. - but sometimes, life doesn’t go as planned. Sometimes, people have disagreements. And sometimes, people want things that others don’t. - like y/n and Suga. He wanted children while they didn’t. But they never told him that. Afraid that he would leave them. Afraid that he would go and find someone else who wanted kids. It was selfish but they couldn’t help it. They were too in love with him.

- but they knew they wouldn’t be able to hide this fact from him forever. - it wasn’t until Suga finally said something, while the two of you were baking and sharing your biggest wishes in life, that you had to say it

- ‘I wish that, one day, we’ll have mini us running around the house! What do you think y/n?’

- stress, Anxiety were what you were feeling right now. How could you tell him? He wanted kids so much. Why did it had to be so hard?

- ‘Koshi i… i hum… i dont… i don’t want kids…..’ you said, barely above a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. You could see the smile on his face be replaced with a pained one. And that broke your heart. ‘B-But hum! If you really want some w-we could t-try!’ Tears were starting to form in your eyes as you said that. You didn’t want children. But you didn’t want to lose him as well.

- he saw how bad you tried to hide your uncomfort and your anxiety with a smile that screamed ‘I’m sorry’

- he engulfed you in his arms while you cried, keeping apologizing and begging for him not to leave you. He cried silently too, not wanting you to see him cry because of your wish.

- he had always wanted your happiness and comfort over all. And he was true to his words.

- ‘It’s okay… it’s okay y/n… i won’t leave you. I promise. Yes, I did wanted kids and a family with you. But, you’re the thing I need the most. I love you. It’ll be painful. For both of us but y/n, i can live without them. You, I cannot. And if it means scarifying kids to keep you, ill do it.’ - yes, Sugawara Koshi did wanted kids. And yes, he was pained by your wish but, he loved you. And was ready to do anything to stay with you.

Akaashi Keiji :

- he never thought of having kids. Its not that Akaashi didn’t want some. He just never imagined him and you with children in the future. - but when one day, his best friend, Bokuto told him that his wife was pregnant, the thought suddenly came in his mind

- and it was now engraved

- Bokuto wasn’t helping either. Constantly sending pictures of his new born every day.

- now Akaashi could only think of having one as well with you. And seeing how motherly and caring you were with children, it couldnt be better. - but you hadn’t realized that Akaashi started to want children with you. He always knew how to hide his emotions so well and over the time, you had learned to see through his walls. But this was a whole new thing. A thing that you hadn’t learn to see.

- and so, one day, over dinner, he decided that it was time to talk to you about children, concidering that you two were already married and old enough.

- ‘y/n? I wanted to talk to you about something. May I?’ ‘Of course Keiji! You can tell me anything!’ ‘Well hum… seeing that we’re old enough, are married, financially okay and how you are around kids…. I hum… I think that we could maybe…. try for a child? Only if you’re comfortable with it don’t worry! I don’t want to pressure you into anything!’ he never once looked at you during his explanation. He had only started at his food to hide his nervousness. But once he was met with a silence too long after he had spoken, he looked up. And all he saw was your face strained of new fresh tears.

- Akaashi was a smart man. Smart enough to read you well and know what was wrong with you. And he was smart enough to understand to reason of your tears.

- he took you in his chest and hold you while you were crying, out of guilt. You knew he understood the reason behind your tears. ‘I’m so sorry Keiji I-‘ ‘its okay, love. Don’t worry.’ ‘B-but you wanted some and I- I can’t even give you that! W-what kind of partner i am if I can’t do everything for y-you? I promised I would do anything for you….’ the last part was muttered. Feeling too guilty to say it out loud. But he heard it. And now the guilt was slowly coming up to him. ‘Blossom, I promise, its okay. Dont apologize. You’re the best partner anyone could ever had. And I’m so forever lucky and grateful I was the one to have you. If you don’t want children, we won’t have some. As I said before, i don’t you to do anything you don’t want sweetheart. You’re the only thing I need, forever.’

- Akaashi wasn’t dumb. And if he was, he wasnt dumb enough to leave you. Even if meant that he’ll be sad for while. He knew that he could never give you up. Not in a million years.

Bokuto Kotaro :

- Kotaro didnt mind not having kids. Unlike some people believe. If he did got some, he would be over the roof of happiness. But if he didn’t, he wouldn’t really mind that much. He loved you for you, not for kids.

- and you, being his s/o, knew this of course. It felt less stressful and nerve racking telling him. So you decided to come out to him today. You both had a day off from work so what better moment than this?

- he was still in the shower which had let you time to prepare yourself. But then, dark thoughts started filling your head. What if he did wanted kids after all? What if he leaves you because of this? - and without noticing, tears started to stream down your face. Right at the moment when Bokuto came in the room. When he saw that you were crying, he immediately went over to you and hugged you.

- ‘Hey shhh shhh… it’s okay! What’s wrong baby? Did something happened? This someone did something to you?’ ‘I’m so sorry. I’m sorry please don’t leave me!’ ‘Why would I ever leave you? I love you so much I have no reason to do so! And why are you apologizing babe? You didn’t do anything wrong right?’

- you took a big breath, that ended shaky a bit, and told him. Not looking up from his chest, choosing to bury your face deeper in it instead. ‘I don’t- I don’t want k-kids. I’m so sorry!’ And when you were met with silence and no reaction from him, you thought that this was it. This was the day he was leaving you. But suddenly, a wave of relief hit you when you heard him say the next words. ‘Yeah but why are you apologizing though? When I don’t want something, I don’t apologize because of it! And it’s okay! Kids or not I’ll still love you! No matter what!’

- so you looked up at him. And saw how his eyes were shining with the same love they hold before. How bright his smile was even after what you told him. And that’s when you realized that he wasn’t going to leave you because of what you want or didn’t want.

- that no matter what you choose, he’ll always be there for you and support you with all his might.

- because, Bokuto truly loved you. And he was ready to do anything for you to stay in his hold.

Reblogs are appreciated :)

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bp-doodles · 3 years ago

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I’d say go for it! POC peeps could always use the representation

Been seeing a lot of poc post on my dash, wondering if it's fine to reblog your fics? Because yeah I wanna support you even if I'm not poc?.

Because I've seen people call out and send hate to non poc people for liking the poc reader fics etc etc.

So if idk a few people tell me it's fine I'll start rebloging them.

Another thing! I'm way too scared to even attempt to write for poc!! Even on my other accounts!! Like I'll at most write

"Her cheeks heated up"

Just to keep the skin tone and "blush" out of it because I know not all darker skin tones cheeks show a blush?? I don't know if that makes sense!?

Now that on over the poc.

I've seen a few x male blogs but the "fem dni"

So when i dont see that warning I'm too scared to reblog it too. Because yeah I'm trying to start writing for gender neutral in some fics and expand my audience. But also seeing how some people react to the smallest thing?? I'm too intimidated to even reblog x Male fics too.

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bp-doodles · 3 years ago

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“Sometimes you just don’t know the answer 'til someone’s on their knees and asks you.” + modern!reiner pls??? 💚💚🖤🖤

reiner braun x “‘til someone’s on their knees and asks you”

based on lyrics from this prompt :3

“Would you marry me?” Reiner asks, a little abruptly for a Sunday morning between bites of bacon and fruit.

It’s a normal day for the two of you—at least it was until he uttered those four words. Sitting at your kitchen table with a coffee mug in hand, your eyes meet his, attempting to get a read on his reasoning for asking such a heavy question this early in the day.

“Huh,” you tease, “That’s kind of a loaded question for,” you glance at the stovetop clock, “10:30 in the morning, don’t you think?”

You watch him shrink into his chair a little bit—it’s the smallest bit funny, watching a man as big and broad as him try to take up as little space as possible.

He hides his face behind a mug of his own, a bit embarrassed as he grumbles out a, “I’ll take that as a no, then.”

“It’s not a no,” you quickly reassure him, “It’s just a big question—with a lot to think about.”

You sit in silence for a few more minutes. The air fills with a tiny bit of tension, not angry or brooding, but still tension nonetheless. Reiner stirs his coffee around, a weak attempt to busy his hands, eyes, and thoughts from your words.

“I don’t know,” your truthful answer breaks the silence that’s enveloped the two of you. “I know that I love you—more than I can even comprehend. But I also know that we’re young. I—I don’t know. I don’t have an answer right now.”

Your truth doesn’t hurt him, as he knows it’s not malicious or insensitive—but still, it’s not the answer he wanted.

“What would you need from me in order to have an answer? Preferably for that answer to be a yes?” he tries to recollect himself, to do better.

“I don’t know, maybe if you beg for it–” you’re about to tease him when suddenly, within a second, he’s on his knees.

Not one, like a traditional proposal, but both—like he’s begging, pleading you, to be forever his. To never leave him. If this is what a proposal for eternity feels like, it’s not as scary as you thought it’d be. It feels like him.

“Baby,” he begins, voice shaking as he rambles, “I don’t have a ring right now—obviously I would get you a ring, the prettiest diamond in the world, or whatever you’d want—“ He cuts himself off, nervously fumbling on his own words. After all this time, you still make him nervous. It’s a good thing, he decides. “I haven’t thought about the ring, honestly. What I have thought about is spending the rest of my life with you. So, please, will you—”

“Yes.”

Reiner nearly chokes on his own spit as he swallows where he kneels. His eyes widen, like he’s questioning you, daring you, to say that you’re joking—but your punchline never comes. You mean it.

“What happened to not knowing the answer?” he nervously challenges.

“Sometimes you just don’t know the answer ‘til someone’s on their knees and asks you.” you shrug. It’s a simple answer, for a simple love, paired with a simple proposal.

His lips are on yours in a matter of seconds—sweet declarations of I love you’s dripping from one another’s lips. The kind of kisses that are all teeth, giddy with excitement, butterflies inhabiting your stomachs. Once you both come down from the high, you’re pulled to sitting on his lap. Playing with his hands, your coffees are cold and long forgotten, but they’re the only things cold about the home you two have made together.

“Did we just get engaged?” Reiner murmurs into your shoulder, feeling like he’s just awoken from the best dream ever.

“…Yeah. Yeah, I think we did.”

NOTE: this is such a sad lyric in such a sad song lol but i tried to challenge myself by turning it into something nice and fluffy :D i hope you enjoy it

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bp-doodles · 3 years ago

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Thought exercise. You are me, you are hungry, you want to make my world famous pancake recipe. This recipe needs four eggs. You have three eggs. Do you:

a) go to the store. yes you have a cold, but you could be in and out fast. then again you could run into someone you know. embarrassing.

b) go across the street to your grandparent's house and ask to borrow an egg. you may or may not get a lecture about not being at church. is it worth it.

c) use two of the raw eggs and two hard-boiled eggs. surely this will work out fine

if you picked c, congratulations, you correctly picked my thought process. i have committed an affront to god and my tummy hurts so badly

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bp-doodles · 3 years ago

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Hi there, I just recently found your blog and I am absolutely INLOVE with your writing. I read your Kuroo ones and I am HOOKED. The way you write just touches my heart in all the right places.

Anyways, may I make a request angst/hurt to comfort with Kuroo and Suga x reader with daddy issues. Where them and reader have been quite distant towards each other and reader just wants to spend time with them. But due to the stress of work they start to lash out on reader and they then come to an arguement. Things get heated up, to the point they make a comment about how possesive we are and says "You're just like your father." They realize what they've done and comfort reader from their statement and fluff ensues.

Please feel free to ignore this request if you don't want to write it. Have a good day!

“YOU’RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER”

Sugawara Koushi x Reader, Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader (3k wc)

WARNING: Angst, arguments, neglect, hurt, hurt/comfort, happy ending, mentions of past trauma

A/N: Okay, so when I first read your request I had to sit and try not to cry because wow, you are so sweet and amazing. Thank you for the kind words, it really really made my day. 😭 Honestly an awesome person like you would send in an awesome request, thank you! The requests I’ve gotten so far (which, multiple requests?! You guys are AMAZING!) are all angst centric and I honestly am living for it. Thank you, I hope you enjoy!!!

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

Sugawara Koushi has been ridiculously busy

The children at school are restless - it’s the prime time between long holiday breaks and they’re losing their focus

The teachers are no better, including Suga

Pair that with a nasty cold that’s been floating around, Suga is drained

He goes to school, works harder to help out his fellow teachers and placate whiny students

And he comes home, eats whatever is in front of him, and goes to sleep

This isn’t ideal, but it wouldn’t be a terrible situation if he was single

But he’s not

He’s been married to you for almost three years now, and they have been the best three years of your life

But these past few weeks have definitely tried your patience and the unbreakable bond between you and your husband

And you think it’s about time that you say something about it

“Are you serious right now YN?”

From the moment Sugawara stepped into the house you knew that this conversation wouldn’t go well. He looked just a tired and ragged as he’s looked for the past two weeks, and you knew that he would want to be left alone.

But seeing how you’ve been left alone this entire time, you’ve had enough.

“I am serious.” You reply evenly. “It’s just a dinner, I’m not sure why you wouldn’t want to go out. And it’s at the place Daichi recommended, so -“

“Typical.” Suga interrupts you, throwing his hands up. “Not checking with me if I would even want to go out. You just plow ahead and assume that I’ll go along with it!”

“I don’t do that,” you argue. “I thought we could enjoy a nice dinner together, Koushi. I feel like I’ve barely seen you, and -“

“There’s a reason for that.”

You narrow your eyes at your husband’s muttering. “I beg your pardon?”

Suga matches your glare with one of his own. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. Work has been unbelievably stressful for me, and you’re not thinking about my needs or anything. You never do!”

You feel your mouth drop open in surprise. “Your needs? What -“

“God, you always have to have the plan!” Suga plows forward, cutting off your reply. “You always have to be the one setting the agenda! Having control! I feel like you’re micro-managing me and I can’t deal with it right now!” He breathes heavily, his hands gesturing around. “You just assume that I’ll go along with whatever you want, and the one time I’m telling you I don’t want to, you just freak out!”

“I’m not freaking out!” Your voice raises to match Suga’s. “I’m just -“

“God, you’re just like your father.”

Whatever you thought you were going to say is wiped away from the bomb that Suga just dropped on the conversation. You stand in the kitchen in complete silence, too stunned to offer a weak rebuttal to his shot at you. You’re silent for long enough that Suga turns and walks away without contributing anything else to the now dead argument, and he leaves you alone to your thoughts.

God, you’re just like your father.

Your father, the man who was the definition of micro-manage. Who planned out what felt like every second of every day for you. From what you would eat, to what you would study, to where you would go. It wasn’t apparent until you had grown up and wanted to try different sports or join some clubs in school. But no - nothing that would deviate from his plan for you. A plan that included you studying and earning the top grades and going to college before joining his company as a prominent employee. Hanging out with friends would have distracted you from homework, playing a sport would have exhausted you and you wouldn’t have focused enough on your studies.

The constant monitoring had been suffocating, and you vowed that you would never treat anyone else like that. Like their wants and desires were second to what you thought would be best. You would respect them, because you understood how fucking awful it was when your opinions were cast aside.

So to have your husband compare you to your father - to think that your treatment of him is comparable to how your father treated you growing up - was sobering. You weren’t like him, right? You were just lonely and wanted one night with your husband. And Suga never complained about you making plans for them before - but did that mean he’s always hated it and never told you?

The realization leaves you shaken, and you quickly reach for the phone. Cancelling your dinner reservation is the least you could do to right this ongoing wrong.

~~~

“Morning YN.”

You hum in response to your husband coming down the stairs into the kitchen. It’s early, the morning after your argument with Sugawara.

He doesn’t have to work today, and normally you’d enjoy the early morning together in bed, cuddled under the sheets and reveling in the silence before the world around you wakes up. But this time, you let Suga sleep longer and went downstairs instead. He would always complain about you being up early and not letting him sleep in, and maybe he expressed his displeasure by dragging you close and trapping you in bed for longer while he dozed. You thought it was endearing, and you never really thought he was mad. But you didn’t want to risk upsetting him more, so you had left him alone to sleep.

“Someone was up early,” Suga notes, making himself a cup of coffee. “Surprised you got out of bed.”

You hum again, taking another sip of your coffee. You miss the look of confusion that passes over Suga’s face, but you’re more focused on being quiet lest you upset him.

It feels so weird to not talk with Suga in the morning, to chatter about your dream and let him offer his thoughts, and just let the conversation flow between you both. You love being able to talk about anything and nothing, but you’re making yourself hold back. For all you know, Suga was just playing along to make you happy, when in reality he enjoys silence. Not knowing what your husband really wants hurts, but you’re willing to do whatever it takes to make him happy and respect his wishes.

“Are we doing anything today?” Suga asks after five minutes of complete silence.

You shrug. “I think I might do some reading.”

“Oh.” You don’t hear any inflection in his response, so you can’t tell if he’s relieved or not to be left alone. “Well, I might try to catch up on sleep. Maybe clean up my desk.”

“Sounds good.” You stand from the table and walk to the sink to rinse out your mug. The silence is stifling, and it’s paired with the heavy tension that comes after an argument, but you’ll be damned if you go and break it. When your husband is ready to talk, you’ll listen.

Arms come and wrap around your waist. You feel Suga press a kiss between your shoulder blades, and you can’t help but relax into his embrace.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he says quietly. “I know I’ve been more irritable lately, and I haven’t been paying enough attention to you.” Another kiss, and you hear him sigh. “I’ve been a bad husband, and I shouldn’t have yelled at you last night.”

It’s an apology that should reassure you, tell you that you didn’t do anything wrong. And yet, the echo chamber in your brain has Suga’s words bouncing around, reminding you of what you’ve done.

Suga squeezes his arms around you. “I can’t wait for that dinner. Thank you for getting us reservations, I remember Daichi saying it was hard.”

“I cancelled that.” You reply quietly. “We don’t have to go anymore.”

You step out of Suga’s arms, easy after they slacken from what you said. You resolutely don’t check and see if your words and actions had any effect on your husband - you don’t want to see the relief of cancelled plans that he didn’t even want color his face.

“What? Why?”

That’s not disappointment, is it?

You cave, and look at your husband. Sure enough, the dismay is clear on his face, mixed with confusion.

“Why did you cancel our reservation?” He asks again. “You’ve wanted to go there, and I thought you wanted a date night.”

“But you didn’t want it.” You say. It’s your turn to be confused. “You said last night. And I’m trying to be more respectful of what you want, so I cancelled it.”

Suga doesn’t say anything, and from his furrowed brows you can tell he’s thinking hard. You wait, unsure if you should provide more context or explanation, but suddenly your husband’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh, YN.” Comprehension spreads across his face, changing from confusion to crestfallen. “Is this what I said last night? About your dad?”

You flinch, definitely not expecting him to bring that back up. You look away, unable to bring yourself to speak, let alone look at him.

“Is that why you let me sleep in this morning? And why you’ve been so quiet?”

You hear quiet footsteps, and soon arms are pulling you into your husband’s chest. You feel it lifting and falling quickly, and it’s paired with the quick breathes you hear coming from Suga. You let yourself be enveloped in his warmth.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers to you. “YN I’m so sorry. I should never had said that, you are nothing like your father.” He squeezes you tighter. “I never feel like you’re controlling me, and I love when you make plans for us and organize dates to places that we both would like. I really like when you take me places that you like, and let me fall in love with you more. I’m sorry I said that, that was completely out of line for me.”

You exhale sharply, feeling the weight and tension you put on your shoulders melt away. It’s gradual at first, after hearing Suga’s words wash over you. But as you take in what he’s saying, and the words start to comprehend in your brain, you feel yourself sag with relief. The man holding you isn’t some stranger, or someone who was just putting up with you and your antics. He did love you, and there’s the respect between you both that allows you to be who you are around him, knowing that he’ll be who he is and you love each other for that.

KUROO TETSURO

Kuroo Tetsuro has been crazy busy

Despite the regular volleyball season being over, the Japan Volleyball Association never rests

There’s players to scout, teams to promote, events to coordinate

It’s a sad fact you’ve come to realize

Not that you’re not proud of your husband, you just miss him

You try to tell him, but it doesn’t really work out that well

“You’re not listening to me!”

“I can hear you fine. In case you weren’t aware, you’re nearly screaming at me about my life choices!”

You let out a noise of frustration, definitely not at the same volume as a scream would be. You and Kuroo are arguing, yet again, about how his work is taking up a lot of his time, especially time that he would spend with you. You tried to explain this to him, but he’s taken it as you bashing him for working hard for his job.

Which, yeah you may have had some choice words that weren’t the best. (‘Soulless Corporate Zombie’ probably wasn’t the best thing to call him.) But you were frustrated.

“I am not screaming,” you snap back now. “If I was screaming our neighbor would have called the cops by now!”

“Oh, spending a lot of time with the neighbor, huh?” Kuroo sneers, his tie loose around his neck from him aggressively taking it off without fully removing it. He’s still in his business clothes, having just get home from work 20 minutes ago. “You say you’re lonely but you seem to have plenty of company next door!”

“Do you even hear yourself right now?” You ask incredulously. “Are you really equating time I could spend with my husband to time I could spend with our 80-year-old neighbor?!”

“Well I don’t know, YN! All I hear is me not meeting the impossible standards you set for us, and me being at fault for it!” Kuroo laughs, meanly, before shaking his head. “Remind you of anyone? Maybe your father?”

You gaps, completely shocked at the low blow. Kuroo knew how hard your father pushed you growing up, and how you never gained his approval. No matter what he did, you were never good enough for his approval. That idea of you never being enough transferred into a lot of your daily life, and it took people like Kuroo to prove to you that you were enough.

However this was the first time that you have been accused of setting impossible standards. The first time you’re supposedly ridiculing and harping on Kuroo for not meeting your expectations. And it doesn’t feel that great. Mainly because you would never do that to your husband, or anyone else. There’s one thing to ask the bare minimum from people, and another to ask for something that they couldn’t do. You know you’re not asking for much, just for your husband to be home a little earlier, or to spend time with you. But you can’t think straight enough to explain this to Kuroo in a patient and coherent way.

If there was one thing you inherited from your father, it was his temper.

“Fuck you Kuroo,” you snarl back. “That was a fucked up thing to say you complete ass.”

You think you see a flash of regret pass across his face, but it’s gone as quick as it came. “Well I’m only speaking the truth. It’s not my fault that you learned it from him or whatever.”

Kuroo turns away, grabbing his coat from the chair he left it on, and not letting you get another word in. You watch him stomp over to the door, seethe as he jams his feet into his shoes. As he reaches for the door, one last retort falls from your lips.

“Oh, running out on me now? Remind you of anyone? Maybe your father?”

The words are out before you can take them back. The stinging retort, a mix of his earlier barb remixed specifically to hurt, is something you know you’ll regret saying for the rest of your life. Because you see Kuroo fumble for the door knob, you see the tension in his tight shoulder blades, and you feel the absolute pain that you unleashed onto him. On your wedding day you vowed to never bring Kuroo pain, only to alleviate it - and with those quick words you’d shattered that promise.

Kuroo doesn’t look back as he yanks the door open, and the slam of it shutting echoes in your empty apartment.

You’re left alone, the remnants of your argument wafting in the air and seeping into your bones, and honestly unsure if your husband will come back home.

~~~

It’s early, way too early, when you hear the door open. You wake from your restless sleep, sit up from the couch, and see Kuroo toeing off his shoes.

Your heart fully unclenches in your chest. It wasn’t fully tensed, relaxed only slightly after you had received a text from Kenma notifying you that Kuroo was with him. But when you had gotten that message you weren’t nearly as relieved. Kuroo was safe, but the same couldn’t be said for your relationship.

You had no idea where you both stood after the argument. You both said cruel, awful things, things you would have never dared to think. His words had cut deep into the part of your brain that fully repressed all feelings related to the awful relationship with your father. And instead of you telling Kuroo how he hurt you, you lashed out, equally cutting deep to the part of Kuroo that repressed all feelings related to the nonexistent relationship he had with his father. You realized in the night that part of you was glad that he left, unsure what would have happened had you both continued to argue and scream. But another part longed for the comfort he provided you.

And now you feel some relief, knowing that he’s home. But another part is fearful of what’s to come.

Kuroo slowly walks into the apartment, and freezes when he sees you on the couch.

“Did you sleep?” He asks, his voice quiet and hoarse.

You shrug. “A little. You?”

He shrugs back. “A little.”

You wait for him to take his spot next to you, to come into the space that belongs to him. But when he hesitates, you realize he’s waiting for confirmation that he can come back. You realize that he’s feared of being cast out from his cruel actions. It’s the same fear you harbor, but you’re quick to quell his distress.

“Come here,” you murmur, holding out your arms. Kuroo doesn’t hesitate to come around the couch and fall into your embrace. The force knocks you back into the cushions but you welcome it. You bring him back to you, close to you, and simultaneously allow yourself to relax as his presence washes over you.

You will both have to apologize for what you said to each other. You know you will have to properly communicate the loneliness you’ve been feeling, and Kuroo knows that he will have to manage his time so he can be there for you. But right now, you hold each other and feel the comfort that you provide to each other. And you let yourselves be relieved of any lingering doubt that you are like your fathers. Because while your father asked the impossible, you know you only ask for mutual respect and trust. And while Kuroo’s father left, Kuroo came back.

That simple knowledge is enough for now, and you hug each other tighter, knowing you are both better than your fathers ever were.

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[ 𝟓:𝟎𝟖 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

Bakugou overhears all class gossip, and while nobody thinks he does, he never misses a word. He’s got sharp ears and keen eyes and he never misses anything.

Which is why he’s reduced to a glum guy with wounded pride when he overhears the girls gossiping about how “Bakugou and y/n don’t seem like they’ll last.” He figures it’s true—deep down he realizes his prickly and harsh nature could never mesh well with your gentle and sweet one, but the words sting no less.

The truth is, Bakugou Katsuki has fallen hopelessly in love, and he wants to roll his eyes at himself, but he can’t. He can’t when it’s you, he can’t bring himself to do anything but soften his exterior as much as he can so you can see he’s trying. He’s trying and maybe it’s not perfect, but it’s all he’s got. He lets you grab his hand, and steal his snacks, and mess around with his gauntlets, and ruffle his hair, and he hopes it’s enough, but he knows deep down it’s not.

So when you sit next to him in the courtyard, plopping down quietly beside him as he looks ahead refusing to meet your eyes, he’s not expecting your hand to lay on his.

“Hey, Katsuki,” you whisper gently, and he can tell from your tone you know something’s up.

“Hmph,” he grumbles incoherently in acknowledgment, shoulders tensing as you get closer.

“What’s on your mind?” He’s silent for a moment, and even if he wanted to, Bakugou doesn’t even know how to tell you.

“N—”

“Don’t say nothing.” Bakugou’s hand grips the fabric of his jeans tightly, and he’s trembling just the slightest bit, but the way your hand soothes over his arm in delicate circles grounds him just the tiniest bit.

“It’s none of your business,” he mutters. You raise your eyebrow unimpressed.

“Try again, babe.” And maybe it’s the way your palm is warm through the fabric of his blazer, or the way your voice is still gentle even when reprimanding, or the way you just seem to know, but he practically pours himself out to you. Because he needs you to hear, and he needs you to know—Bakugou’s trying.

“Those dumb girls can’t mind their business. They don’t think we’ll last—as if it’s their business,” he rants, and his voice is slightly tight—he’ll never admit it and you’ll never mention it, but you both can hear it. “Who asked, anyway?”

Nodding slowly, you lean your head on his shoulder, hand grasping his as you fiddle with his fingers. His cheek finds its way to the top of your head, and you both sit like that for a bit, you playing with his fingers and Bakugou peeking glances at you over his shoulder.

“Do you think we’ll last?”

“Huh?”

“Do you think think they’re right? That we won’t last?” He wants to say yes, wants to admit that nobody would want to last with someone as rough and tough as him, that his words are just as abrasive as his actions and you shouldn’t tolerate it, but Bakugou needs more than anything for you to stick with him.

He needs the little cheek kisses goodnight, he needs the arm hugs while you walk together, he needs the tiny nose boops when he’s frowning—and he needs you.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “I guess you shouldn’t really want us to, huh?” And he cringes a little when your head shoots up.

“What’s that mean?”

He simply shrugs and mumbles “I don’t know,” as he looks off to the side. But your hand grabs his jaw and gently forces him to look you in the eyes.

And his eyes are swimming with doubt, with anger, but mostly, a sense of defeat, and that’s unlike Bakugou. He never admits defeat, and it’s the one thing about him you love most.

“Katsuki. Don’t give me that,” you say gently, and the soft kiss to his nose makes him grip your waist tightly. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I want us to last?”

“It just makes sense.”

“And why’s that?”

And the dam breaks when he opens his mouth, eyes angry (and slightly wet, but you don’t mention it) as he pours his heart out to you.

“Because you shouldn’t want to last with someone like me, we both know that. I’m not cut out to be the way a boyfriend is, I don’t act like the way they should. Go find someone who does,” he mutters at the end, and you frown, watching as he fights the tremble of his lips.

He’s waiting for the blow, for the moment you admit he’s right and walk off and inevitably rip his heart out and take it with you, but it never comes.

“Hey,” you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest, and on any other day, he’d pull away instantly, grumbling about how someone might see. But today, today he needs to be close, to hear your heart beat against his ear. “That’s not true, Katsuki. You’re a bit different, but I don’t mind. I know you love me,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair.

“You—”

“I’m not done, okay?” You poke his forehead, and he swats your hand away. “Like you said, it’s not their business. So they don’t know everything. You do a great job you know, you just make your own rules of how to do things,” you snort. “That’s okay though, it’s still plenty enough for me.”

“You sure?” His voice is gruff, but it’s still hesitant. Your hand glides down to grab his hand, lacing your fingers together as you peck his forehead.

“Of course. You look out for me, always make sure I’m safe, always try to notice how I can improve, always take the short end of the stick for me. Who cares if you don’t bring me roses or something? Do you love me?”

“Well yeah,” he grumbles, answer immediate.

“Do you want us to last?”

And his voice is a bit smaller this time when he admits a small “yes.”

“Good, I feel the same. And that’s it for that matter, don’t you think? It’s our business, and we seem to be on the same page.”

Almost instantly, his chest lightens at your words, and he registers the small circles you rub into his knuckles, and the gentle scratches at his scalp, and he thinks he’s found some place that he’s made his own, somewhere he’s himself and it’s enough and it’s cherished. And he realizes that maybe that’s what love is, not the stupid roses or the boxes of chocolates the damn girls are always telling him he needs to bring.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mutters, but his hand squeezes yours. “You should’ve gone up to your room you know, dumbass. Don’t think I didn’t see you hit your leg during training,” he chides. His voice is still gentle, and you smile at the way he’s back to himself already.

“Sorry, I’ll be more careful,” you promise.

He mumbles a quiet good before he sits up, pulling you into him as he kisses the top of your head. And the way you lean your cheek against him with a smile, rubbing his chest softly makes him think maybe you will last— because he’s not letting you go any time soon.

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