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no but the thing isssss sakusa kiyoomi is a light sleeper and can’t fall asleep unless his face is smushed into your chest and your arms are wrapped around him, fingers buried in his curls, carding through it soothingly. sometimes sleepily asks you to give him kisses, but he’s too lazy to tilt his head up so you’re just placing kisses in his hair ugh. he’s also got your leg perched against his hip and all because he wants to be as close to you as possible. if it’s during the summer heat, you may be able to negotiate with him about the position, but there wouldn’t be a point when kiyoomi installs an air conditioner the next day.

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highschool crush! ₓ ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.

ー bnha boys crushing on you in highschool

character/s: bakugo katsuki, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki

genre: very fluff, (hinted), mutual pining, humor (?)

warnings: mentions of food/eating, (1) curse word, there's like a random scenario in bakugo's part 💀

notes: i was supposed to add shouto, kirishima, and shinsou in this but 😃 that probably would've taken another week and i already feel bad for not posting for 20 days now 😨 so,, part 2 🤠❓ nsjfdh don't let this flop

midoriya izuku, who gets too absorbed in helping you with your homework that he ends up sitting down beside you in one chair, his torso pressed firmly onto yours until your skin feels ablaze. when someone points it out, he jolts up with his face beet-red, and he only stops apologizing and bowing frantically when you start to scoot over, gesturing him to sit down and carry on with the homework in that tiny space you had made for him.

midoriya izuku, who's quick to hold his lunchbox to your direction the instant he catches you eyeing his food. though you understand his intention even when he's talking with his cheeks still stuffed with food, you can't really take him seriously when he looks exactly like: 🐰❗❗❗

midoriya izuku, whose heart flutters when he zooms in on a candid photo of class 1-A and sees you laughing with him on the couch at the very corner of the photo. he doesn't seem to mind the visible pixels, the worsened resolution when he crops the photo, or the fact that half of his face is already cut off from the frameー the clear-cut gleam of your smile easily transcends the photo's shitty quality.

midoriya izuku, who makes a separate album on his phone only for that one photo of you and him in it. he thinks for a moment if you'd find it cheesy if he were to print out that photo and slip it in his confession letter to you (which has been hiding deep in the pocket of his backpack for months now, he's just been rehearsing how to give it to you.)

bakugo katsuki, who shoots brief glances at you when he hears you laughing with your friends, so he too, could catch sight of your smile.

bakugo katsuki, who musters up the courage to check up on you when he sees you slumped down on your desk. when you finally lift your head up, you're instantly met with his searing glare and a calloused palm pressed flat on your forehead, large enough to almost cover your eyes as your cheeks grow hotter than they already were. "oi, do something about that stupid fever, shitty L/N"

bakugo katsuki, who went from slick glances to lingering stares at your now empty chair when you've decided to skip school for the day. his usually-neat and precise notes are now ridiculously detailed and messily scribbled with "reminders" on each pageー "THIS!! REMEMBER THIS, IDIOT." "IMPORTANT. REMEMBER !!!" "PAY ATTENTION, IDIOT-L/N."

bakugo katsuki, who, for one second, smirks and teases you for standing on your tiptoes, struggling to reach a book from a tall shelf. the second after, he's already dashed across the room to you, successfully catching every single book that had toppled over from the top shelf before one could even graze you.

with a click of his tongue, he picks up the book you've been trying to lay hold of and lightly taps it on your head before handing it to you. as he walks away, he mutters over your shoulder, "... careful."

and his voice, for once, sounded low and delicate against your ear, and if you had looked closer, you would've seen the wave of relief easing the edges of the usual scowl on his face.

kaminari denki, who often looks at you after making a joke to the whole class. his heart flutters, and his face beams with a rose flush when he sees you laughing over his jokes, no matter how stupid he knows his jokes can be.

kaminari denki, who hypes you up every chance he gets. even as simple as wearing a tiny hairclip to school, he genuinely thinks you're the prettiest in it, and he'll be loud about it. he'd wear a paper clip on his hair too because "it's cute, and y/n's a trendsetter 🗣‼" and also bc he's just stupid and he wants to make you laugh

kaminari denki, who's absolutely in love with youー when you present something in front of the class, it's the only time he's completely silent. he'd have heart-eyes on you the whole time, occasionally nodding in agreement to what you have to say, and even when you're just reading off a script, he'll rest his chin on his palm and think, "y/n is so smart :))"

kaminari denki, who shamelessly flirts with you everyday with endless compliments and cheesy pick-up lines, but when he decides to confess, he's genuine about it. he'll ask you to meet him in the rooftop after school (no one can really tell whether denki actually thinks it's romantic or if he's just copying off a shoujo manga scene) and under a lighthearted atmosphere blended seamlessly with the sincerity of his words, he finally confesses to you.

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bkg throws a fit every single time you don’t scratch his jaw when you kiss him. he’ll keep kissing you until remember, warm mouth pressed against yours, more forceful each time. eventually he’ll drag your hand up to his chin and gesture it for you until you get it. you always know what he’s asking but it’s fun to tease him. plus it’s cute to feel the way he relaxes right when he does it. 

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☁ spouse!sakusa, gokushufudō cameo

kiyoomi enjoys watching gokushufudō, which is a moving-manga series he watches that revolves around a man who used to be in a yakuza and suddenly left to become a househusband who knows too much about housekeeping.

he loves the show and rewatches it a lot of times, and from watching it a lot he started to do the same things as tatsu.

you were surprised one day when you arrived home from work, seeing a pile of food on top of the table.

"love, what's this? what's the feast for?" you asked, putting down your bags and removing your shoes to sit down more comfortably.

"oh, it's nothing. just thought you deserve a reward for working very hard," he settles down as well. "thank you for the food," and he starts chowing down.

you're still taken aback from his sudden gestures, until you heard from hinata that he's watching a lot of the moving-manga series, even during break time.

"you're lucky to have him, y/n-san," atsumu comments with a smile.

you smiled back. "i know."

kiyoomi smiles too, from the other room. he's thankful to have you, too. and tatsu.

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( ## ) WHEN YOU KISS THEIR FOREHEADS !!

gets very blushy. they can’t malfunction after and start stuttering. — yamaguchi, ASAHI, TANAKA, yamamoto, IWAIZUMI, kindaichi, futakuchi, AKAASHI, GOSHIKI, komori, ATSUMU, hoshiumi.

is a little surprised but they play it off. although the tip of their ears or cheeks are a little pink. — tsukishima, KAGEYAMA, kenma, YAKU, hanamaki, KUNIMI, kyotani, aone, SEMI, konoha, shirabu, sakusa, SUNA, osamu.

they have a wide smile (or little smile) on their face. then they pull you into a kiss. — daichi, HINATA, sugawara, nishinoya, LEV, kuroo, kai, OIKAWA, matsukawa, koganegawa, BOKUTO, ushijima, TENDOU, kita, ARAN, hirugami.

© FAIRYOOMI 2021 — all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, or repost my works and claim as yours. thank you :)

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—𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘

ft: suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, sakusa kiyoomi, atsumu miya, & iwaizumi hajime.

synopsis: small drabbles of how i think some of my fav boys show their clinginess.

content warnings: fluff, small manga spoilers in sakusa’s.

notes from the author: this was a draft on my old blog but now i’m posting it on my new blog and i’m feeling good about it! reblogs, comments, and likes are highly appreciated <3!

#—SUNA RINTAROU

usually likes to wrap his arms around you tightly after he’s finished a long practice and is fresh out of the shower. mumbling little things about his day into your neck as your hands stroke his hair, lulling him to sleep. if you try to get up he’ll whine a little, before pulling you closer to him and pressing a kiss to your collarbone before whispering, “let’s stay like this for a little longer, please?” and you can’t help but to accept, his touch being so warm and inviting.

#—OIKAWA TOORU

tooru is never shy of affection and makes sure to at least plant a kiss on your temple or your shoulder once a day. but coming home after losing a game usually causes him to be more affectionate. he wants to hold you while placing little kisses across your jawline while letting you talk about your day to distract you from his. the sound of your voice usually puts him to sleep, he’s content with staying with you like that forever.

#—SAKUSA KIYOOMI

sakusa tries so hard to be subtle with his craving of your attention and your touch thats it’s honestly comical. like you’ll be sitting on opposite sides of the couch and before you know it he’s resting his head on your shoulder, lacing his fingers with yours. it usually happens more when he’s been away from you for a while, usually when he goes overseas for his games. you never complain though because you’re so in love with him.

#—ATSUMU MIYA

it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that atsumu is relatively pretty clingy. he doesn’t limit his affection no matter how much suna or osamu tease him for how whipped he is for you, because he knows how true it is. but he puts you in the most uncomfortable positions, ones where he’s completely comfortable and content but you’re one second away from the lower half of your body falling asleep. he’ll complain if you try to move but as long as he can still feel your skin against his he doesn’t care.

#—IWAIZUMI HAJIME

iwaizumi has never been the one to directly express his affection, until he met you. once you’re in his presence, you can barely take another step before he swarms you in his arms and drags you to the nearest couch or bed so you two can cuddle. he always has a death grip on you so you can’t leave. and if you try he’ll mumble some nonsense about how you ‘never want to spend time with him anymore’. he’s definitely a big baby.

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hajime who laughs lowly and quietly - almost like he's afraid of anyone hearing him, but it's such a warm noise of genuine happiness you smile each time you hear it.

hajime who loves to kiss you every time he comes into the same room as you, even if he just ducked out for two seconds, brushing his lips over yours once or twice with the fondest smile.

hajime who notices when you stare at his arms and subtly starts wearing tank tops more, though he still relentlessly teases you about it (his arms are big okay you should be allowed to stare /j)

hajime who has a tiny notebook with your name on the front, filled with little notes like your favourite foods for him to buy, your favourite places for dates, and pages and pages of him writing out his love.

hajime who isn't particularly eloquent with affection, but he shows it in his own way, in teasing comments and gentle smirks, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to let you know that he's there.

hajime who pretends that he doesn't flush brightly every time you compliment him, acts like his heart still doesn't skip a beat every time your skin makes contact with his, feigns composure when he's literally so in love it's stupid.

hajime who lets you dress him up for halloween, taking photos and looking at them on lonely days, looking at your matching smiles and remembering the sound of your laugh that night.

hajime who complains endlessly about oikawa to you, rambling on and on, not noticing the way that you start smiling at his cute hand gestures and the disguised affection for his best friend.

hajime who loves to hug you with everything he has, picking you up spinning you around like it's a dance, before setting you back on the floor and burying his face in your neck to murmur secret words.

hajime who is yours, and he'll show it a thousand fucking times if he has to, because this love that he has for you doesn't fit into one word or a hundred - it just is, and it's yours.

for @yutari happy 1.5k :))

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

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𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

featuring. timeskip!miya atsumu, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi + suna rintarō.

warnings. fluff + just the boys being softies w their kids <3

signed. thinking a whole lot about domestic life w my favourites + our little families—idek if these are considered habits but they’re cute so yea :/

ꨄ ATSUMU his son got so used to seeing his dad whine for a kiss before bed now he can’t sleep without one either. you always end up having both of them standing infront of you with messy hair + similarly tired eyes waiting for their kisses, and the puffy cheeked pout on your sons lips that matches his father warms your heart when you watch them play fight to see who gets theirs first. “ay! daddy gets the kisses first cause...j-just cause a said so alright, ya can go next!” even though you normally have to push atsumu off of you when he takes the opportunity to tease your son, dragging out his kisses with a lazy smirk on his face and some exaggerated kissy noises. “just one more angel come on, a was here first anyway—always told ya i’ll never get enough of yer kisses. a aint sharin’” his son gets him back by falling asleep on you so you carry him to bed, atsumu trailing behind you with a few huffs and groans under his breath. “damn brat, hoggin’ all the cuddles too—it ain’t fair.”

ꨄ BOKUTO always greeted you after a trip away with a “hey, hey, hey” before lifting you into his arms—so everytime you pick up your son from kindergarten he decided that he should do the same. hearing a babbled “hey, hey, hey” as he runs towards you and your husband, his smile beaming and fists raised as he approaches you before wrapping his arms around your thigh—straining a little as he tries to lift you up before eventually pouting up at you and raising his arms to be lifted instead. it’s normally bokuto who lifts your son after, pulling him into his arms with a spin as they both giggle—familiarity in the way both their amber eyes gleam when they look at you with bright smiles. “it’s okay buddy! daddy’s so strong he can carry you both, you wanna see?” “koutarou, n-no!” “babe it’s fine, i had extra meat at practice look—“

ꨄ IWAIZUMI it was always obvious when iwaizumi was grumpy despite what he said, and it became even more apparent when you both had a son. it’s pretty funny when you return home to your son and his father having a disagreement. both males standing across from eachother in the living room with matching frowns, their arms crossed as your son pouts up at your husband—given how much bigger he stands above them. the similarity is even more noticeable when both start to grumble after a decent amount of time has passed, iwaizumi side glancing your figure as you fight the smile threatening to spread on your lips at the sight—because your son really was just like his father, maybe theyre both a little stubborn but you know that their frowns will soften as soon as their eyes meet yours because if they could agree on anything it would be that you were their everything.

ꨄ SAKUSA always tended to hold the hem of your jacket when it got a little crowded in public, making sure that you were kept close. you don’t know when your daughter picked up the habit from her father until you were strolling through the supermarket with them both. feeling a familiar tug on the hem of your jacket before turning to see that it was your daughter as she blinked up at you, leaning slightly into your side. “you okay, baby?” you grin when you watch your daughters curls bounce as she nods her head, only to feel sakusa tug on his side of your jacket after with a small pout on his lips realising that his usual spot had been taken. but you feel your heart warm when you notice a smile on kiyoomi’s features under the mask when his daughter finally reaches to grab onto his jacket instead, watching him turn to you with an almost proud look on his face.

ꨄ SUNA it could’ve been coincidence but when you feel your son always crawl his way into your lap to fall asleep you realise just how much like his father he was. tired but familiar green eyes blinking up at you as you brush the darker hair from his face before he nuzzles into you to go to sleep. although you thought he was cute, your husband wouldn’t say the same as he stands over you on the couch, green eyes narrowed and frowning down at the space in your lap that he normally looked forward to occupying after a long day at practice, only for it to now be taken. you stifle a laugh as you watch suna gather the toddler into his arms before taking him to bed, playfully stomping back with a ghost of a pout on his lips but you know he’s going to give him a quick kiss goodnight on his forehead anyway, before grabbing your ankles and yanking you further down the couch, flopping into your lap with a few kisses against your stomach before smooshing his cheek against the skin. “tsk trying to steal my pretty baby—is that it?”

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Hi, can you do fluffy headcanons about Oliver Aiku? Love your writing ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

FLUFF HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: oliver aiku!

A/N: thank you darling anon! i love aiku, bby needs all the luv <3

oliver’s favorite way to spend time with his favorite person in the world is to cook with them!

from a five course meal to an instant ramen feast, he loves spending time with you in the kitchen

and it’s never a dull moment in there, the two of you tease and joke and goof off a ton

but the food tastes absolutely delectable

this man is a godsend around the house, he does all the chores for you before you even wake up

yes he does the cooking, yes he does the cleaning

also gives incredible massages, his hands are literal magic

plus, he’s a very giving lover

he thinks you deserve all the best things in the world, and that includes his massages

loves to cuddle!!! LOVES BEING THE BIG SPOON.

he’s a very affectionate, gentle boyfriend, and he loves the intimacy of having you wrapped tightly in his arms

he gets a little bashful whenever you compliment him, especially about his eyes

his heterochromic eyes are hypnotic and you can’t stop staring at them whenever the two of you are talking

he gets a tad embarrassed, but he also loves the intensity of direct eye contact, so it all works out in the end

oliver is the most thoughtful gift giver you’ve ever known; that one miniscule thing you had merely eyed through the window? it’s wrapped up in a pretty bow on your nightstand the next day

the relationship ESP is seriously out of this world. is he telepathic???

he knows you inside and out, knows what makes you tick, what makes you laugh, what makes you smile, and he remembers all the little details and it warms your heart so much when he remembers :)

i feel like oliver really loves swimming! pool parties are super fun for both him and you

he loves placing you on his shoulders and absolutely destroying everyone in a chicken fight

this man isn’t a defense king for nothin

he’s not only super fast on land, he’s a literal bullet in the water

you’ve lost to him in every single race, even when he “goes easy on you”

besides pool parties, though, he also loves just floating in the water with you by his side

bonus points if it’s on a dark, starry night as you two gaze up at the sky, floating on your backs

it’s just the two of you, enjoying wonderful mother nature and each other’s company <3

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Hello: ) can I please request some fluff hcs about being long time friends with shidou or itoshi sae( whichever you prefer) and them confessing later on? ty sm ❤️

FRIENDS TO LOVERS HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: shidou ryusei!

you know that meme where there’s one person shaking and banging their fists while the other one’s just dead calm?

yeah, your friendship is like that.

or the one where both of them are shaking and banging their fists, that works too

either way, you’re always enduring shidou’s ballistic antics, whether he’s bouncing off the walls, yelling and/or growling at people, ripping his notebook to shreds, you name it

he feels so free around you, since the two of you have been friends for the longest time, he knows you aren’t a barrier that’s holding him back from anything

yet you always have his back when he gets in trouble, gets caught, or gets scolded

he’s never met someone who could keep up with him this well, and he doesn’t realize how different— how free you make him feel

until one day you start catching him boring his pink gaze into you in an endless daze

he just stares. and stares. and stares.

he’s trying to put his finger on how you do what you do, how you make him feel like there’s a million butterflies erupting in his stomach while also making him feel weirdly calm at the same time

this feeling is so foreign to him, but it lights his nerves with such excitement that he can’t contain it

wbk this man has ZERO FILTER, so when he wants something, he’s getting it

he has this overwhelming urge to hug you randomly? the life is getting squeezed out of you. he feels like holding your hand out of the blue? your hands better not be sweaty.

you’ve gotten so used to the abrupt (but not unwelcome) displays of affection that everyone around you thinks you two are a married couple or something

you’ve grown up for so long together that this wasn’t even that unusual to either of you

although you always reassure them that you two are just friends, shidou always says that he loves you, joking or not

but one day, he felt his heart thumping louder and his brain feeling foggier than normal

he felt like he was going to implode if he didn’t do something about this strange feeling right now

so while you two were walking, he grabbed your wrist, turned you around, and kissed you

hard.

you felt your breath catch in your throat in shock, but your lips melded together so easily, as though this were destined to happen

and to be honest, it was ♡

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HELLO BABY BOO 💋💋

First off, congratulations on reaching 100 followers my love you deserve it!! Your writing is amazing and you never fail to make me laugh!

Can I get a Drabble #15 with Bachira? 😏

EVANGELINE'S 100 EVENT ⭐️ (NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS)

BACHIRA + PROMPT FIFTEEN, "OH, YOU WANNA TO KISS ME SO BAD"

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: bachira meguru

WARNINGS: swearing, italics are someones thoughts, uhh enemies to lovers i guess

A/N: thank u bae omg :3 i hope u like mwah

there were many other things you'd rather be doing than spending a saturday in detention with bachira meguru.

you know stuff like, your homework, cleaning your room, trying to invent time travel, drinking a jean jacket through a silly straw, mowing the lawn with nail clippers, just anything except being forced to clean 900 square feet of hell with bachira, stupid bachira.

truth be told, you're not exactly sure why you dislike bachira so much, but you can't remember a point in time where you did like him, either. at this point, the rivalry between you two is almost natural, like it felt odd to be nice to him. and it's not like he was any nicer to you, either.

"this is so stupid," the yellow-eyed soccer player mutters to himself, wiping down the dusty chalkboard.

"you're stupid," you snap back. for some reason, you could never stop yourself when it came to say something to him.

rolling his eyes in annoyance at you, bachira sends you an insult of his own. "you're so annoying, y/n."

and because neither of your mother's raised wussies, you two bicker like that for god know's how long, until you think you've formulated the perfect comeback to get the striker next to you to shut up.

"oh, you wanna kiss me so bad!"

"yeah, i do, but you're still annoying!"

"fuck off, you're even more annoying- wait, what?" you weren't expecting that. he was supposed to whip out one of his witty remarks and get you back, like always. not admit that he wants to kiss you. why did he do that, and why is my heart beating so fucking fast right now?

"you wanna kiss me?" you ask meekly, as the once chaotic atmosphere shifts into a much more uncertain. your eyes that were once glued to the floor, shift towards bachira, studying him and his reactions. you can't help but wonder, has he always been this cute?

"well," bachira starts. "when you're not being totally aggravating, you're actually pretty cute," he admits, which makes you smile warmly. "and funny, and smart, really, really smart, and nice. not to me, of course, but in general," he jokes, making you chuckle a little. "so, yeah, i do wanna kiss you sometimes."

"do you wanna kiss me right now?" you ask.

he doesn't even need to think about his answer. "yes." bachira asks a question of his own this time. "do you wanna kiss me right now?"

wordlessly, you lean into him, your lips meeting his softly, giving him the answer to everything bachira would ever want to know.

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for the event: nagi/cup

CUP

FEATURING: nagi seishiro!

PROMPT: person a cups or caresses person b’s face.

LINK TO EVENT!

“whyy?” you whined.

“come here.” nagi replied, a stoic look on his face.

reluctantly, you trudged over until you were standing directly in front of your towering boyfriend, a pout on your lips. “what is it?”

he stared into your eyes for a quiet moment before placing a gentle hand onto your cheek, cradling it in his palm.

“wh-wha-what are you…”

bending down until his eyes were level with yours, he peered into your panicked orbs, flitting his gaze back and forth between them.

“n-nagi…” you felt your lips part as your cheek heated up in his warm palm. nagi rarely, if ever, showed any sort of affection like this. “w-what’s the occasion?”

he leaned in closer to you, his hand never leaving your cheek. he was so, so close. impossibly close.

“you…” he whispered, engulfing your vision.

he was so pretty.

“you…" his eyes traveled own to your lips. "you have something on your face.”

horrified, your hands flew instinctively to your face, covering your eyes in mortification. “n-nagi!” you cried, blushing like mad with something other than affection as you lightly pushed him away.

he chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as his face glowed with a once-in-a-lifetime expression. his precious smile. "gotcha," he whispered.

you peeked through the slits of your fingers at your boyfriend who was still towering over you and staring into your eyes affectionately. with a gentle touch, nagi slowly slid your hands away from your face and your cheek found its way into his palm once again.

pulling you in close, he rested his forehead against yours.

"you're so cute..." he pressed a featherlight kiss to your temple, whispering against your hairline. "i love you."

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6:45P:32pm — AFTER THEY WIN THE OLYMPICS

feature: kuroo, oikawa + sakusa

type: fluff + breaking the internet + dramatic speeches + the great escape

requested by @maidforsosa: "—could you do a part 2. of winning the olympics it was so cute <33"

part: one, two

⤷ KUROO TETSUROU:

there is no greater feeling than the one of triumph. kuroo revels in the sense of it, rolling the sheer happiness that the recognition and pride that he receives like warm water. as captain, he's both forced and obligated to give a speech. he smiles tightly at his coach but his eyes, dark and warm land on his girlfriend standing on the white lines sweetly.

"we are all very happy and blessed to have made it this far," kuroo starts, he intends to make this speech short and sweet because all he wants to do is run off the stage and take her into his arms, "that is not to say we didn't put our all in—our setter kenma, is about to keel over i am sure," the crowd chuckles and kenma shoots him a glare still green, "we meet some amazing competitors, opponents and friends here. we want to take our coach for training us delinquents, our parents for supporting us and our country for believing in us."

he pauses and shoots her a grin despite the flashing cameras, "and i want to thank my girlfriend for putting up with me even though i'm quote: ridiculous and insufferable. i love you more than you know, which is why i'm ditching these losers and we're going on vacation."

the crowds roar and the reporters frantically yell at him, but kuroo tosses the mic to yaku and skips over to the stands.

⤷ OIKAWA TOORU:

much to everyone's shock and disbelief - not iwaizumi because well, oikawa is, unfortunately, his best friend - oikawa did not stay and bask in the glory of winning the olympics. he did not rush to speak to any willing reporter nor did pose for the cameras and he most certainly did not charm his way up to the very pretty news anchor that had been interviewing his team. because even though he's captain of his team, he immediately shoves all his responsibilities to iwa and races down the platform.

oikawa uses his hand to leverage himself up, swings his weight, and runs toward the bench where she stands. she watches him warily, wide-eyed, and still a smile cracks across her face when she takes him in her arms, "you did it, tooru!"

he laughs wetly and buries his head into her neck. he replies arrogantly, "i know."

she wacks him on the chest.

oikawa laughs again, slides an arm up her back, dips her until her head nearly brushes the metal bench, and kisses her in front of the flashing cameras. it's not like he can avoid the media forever, being both pretty and talented is a curse, he thinks. so he decides to give the world a show, it's the least they deserve.

his hands all tangled up in her hair, angling his face so he can kiss her even deeper and he presses fleeting kisses to her cheeks, jaw and neck. then oikawa turns his head, faces the camera directly and declares, "let be known, the world's most handsomest and talented setter is off the market, forever!"

she buries her head into his neck and knows that she'll never be rid of him.

not that she wants to, she thinks with a smile.

⤷ SAKUSA KIYOOMI:

sakusa does this thing which has his teammates reeling. he pulls down his mask in the middle of a crowd and he beams into the camera. his handsome face is on display for the entire world, this happens rarely, but he supposes that he can make an exception for such a momentous event. he breathes in and straightens up when the announcer puts the medal over his head.

"congratulations, sakusa-san," the announced nods.

"thank you," sakusa says quietly and when his entire team is announced again he waves into the crowd.

then the interviews start and sakusa very sneakily, slinks away from his team and searches for her in the box office. she smiles at him and waves her hand. he leaps up the stairs, skipping a step until he reaches the vip section - that he had demanded because he didn't want her sick or around people with germs and bacteria - and spins her around in his arms.

"want to get out of here?" she asks presses tiny kisses to his cheeks and giggles when his captain looks for sakusa on the platform.

"i've been waiting for this moment for three hours," he groans and chuckles when she grabs his hand—dragging him out of the stadium, "let's get some dinner."

"ice cream it is," she sings and tucks him quietly into her arm as he makes a face at the sound of the desert, "i'm proud of you, kiyoomi."

she doesn't say his full name often, but when she does sakusa feels like he's ten feet tall.

"i know," he says softly and presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth, "it means everything to me."

[misacafe]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊

a/n: a fluffy piece before i start spam posting angsts if i ever finish them👁👁 enjoy! if you want more, pls lmk!!

feat. bokuto, kuroo, iwaizumi, atsumu & kita

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎

— he giggles. bokuto, already light hearted enough as he is, is a fool in love. his grins are ten times wider, his strides are all the more energetic and bouncy (to akaashi’s dismay who has to keep up with him), and his eyes are brighter than ever. at the sight of you, he’s shameless in showing his rosy cheeks and wobbly grin, even letting a few laughs escape those lips as he approaches you. he’s in higher spirits when he speaks to you, jumping and raising his arms. he doesn’t even care in the slightest if he looks funny; as long as you’re smiling, that’s all he could really care for. 

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[misacafe]

haikyuu boys when they found out you're working in a maid cafe

super excited to see you! scream your name so loudly at the entrance that every customer is looking now. will definitely ask you to take a photo with him. so that he could send it to his friends and show off.

NISHINOYA, yaku, LEV, oikawa, tendou, BOKUTO, terushima

the one who received the photo. he is not interested in maid cafes until he sees you in a maid outfit. will show up the next day with reddened cheeks and ears. even if you came to serve him, he probably can't hold eye contact with you.

HINATA, yamaguchi, iwaizumi, kindaichi, ginjima, tanaka and yamamoto (yeah they go together lol)

smirked at you. pretend that he doesn't know you too. definitely give you the most difficult orders or come up with some ridiculous request just to piss you off. yeah, typical usui takumi stuff. secretly take a photo of you but never show it to the others. actually blushed every time he looked at it.

matsukawa, kuroo, atsumu, SUNA, futakuchi

genuinely worried about you. “why are you working part time jobs? do you have financial problems at home? do you need help with your studies?” check up on you from time to time. if you work at night shift, he will drop by to help you take out the trash and walk you home.

asahi, suga, daichi, aone, USHIJIMA, AKAASHI, KITA, aran, hirugami, komori

act like he didn't care but will cover up for you if you fall asleep in class after working a night shift last night. lend you his notebook for answers. offer to take up class duty for you if you're running late for work.

kageyama, TSUKKI, kenma, kyoutani, kunimi, shirabu, hoshiumi, sakusa 

“can i work here too?” he thinks he cooks better.

osamu

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[misacafe]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WITH TATTOOS

feat. kuroo tetsurō, iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji, sakusa kiyoomi

warnings. none? tattoos?? fluff?? also sorry had to repost this because they stopped showing up in the tags </33 thank u tumblr

KUROO is covered in a little mess of meaningless memories. he has a terrible habit of keeping notes from over the years, of keeping them in a little folder in his bedside, and of eventually bringing them into tattoo shops. you could know him purely by the raise of the designs against his skin, because they’re your designs that rest there. the heart you draw on your notes to him, the smiley face you used to doodle on your notes in high school—they rest just below his elbow on his forearm, a little reminder of the way you’ve marked yourself into his life. (of course, there are other designs too—a drawing of a dog bokuto had left on some of kuroo’s notes, an awful doodle of a volleyball kenma had left on a worksheet when kuroo was upset—they all rest on his skin, there for the rest of the world to see). even still, no one knows the way his life and his love settles on his flesh quite like he does.

IWAIZUMI gets a sleeve after he graduates college—something that twists around the muscles of his arm and curls into his shoulder until it disperses near his back. it’s delicate enough to be sweet, to be something that’s a little closer to his heart than you’d think he’d ever be vulnerable enough to show. and yet, the twist of the ink up his flesh is a known path for your fingers, it’s the hum of your breath against his skin and the kiss of your lashes into his shoulder as you sleep. it wasn’t ever meant to be evidence of you on his skin, but it is anyway. it’s the place you settle into at night, it’s where your eyes drag along his body, it’s where you grip into him on nights when the world seems too cold. the art that has been carved into iwaizumi’s skin hadn’t been meant to remind him of you, but now it seems as though the two things are inseparable—and perhaps it is coincidences like these that produce the best outcomes.

AKAASHI has made his flesh into a murmur of his soul. he doesn’t have many tattoos, and they’re always ones he can cover, but they’re little symbols for things in his life. the constellations of his parents’ birth signs, his mother’s favorite flower painted onto his tricep, and, the one he was most hesitant about but did anyway—despite the nagging in his head that maybe it would be a poor decision, that maybe getting a tattoo for you would only end in burning flames. though maybe that’s how he ended up with a half-burning matchbox at the bottom of his bicep—a reminder that you are the one who’s lit him on fire, that you are the passion that burns into his flesh and scorches the marrow of his bones. and now whenever your fingers find the ink, he swears he can feel the way heat spreads through your touch and into his veins.

SAKUSA gets something small on his wrist. it’s not meant to be much of anything—a little nod to his childhood, to the things he loves, to the memory of his mother’s laughter and his father’s rarity of a smile. it’s meant to be more of a suggestion than an illustration, but with the way you treat it, with the way your lips press to the design and the way you hum into his skin like it’s a lifeline—he swears you’ve redefined it entirely. it still means family, it still means love for a past that he can’t return to, but now family has extended into you—now, a past that he can’t return to means a continuation into a future with you. it means another morning of your lips against his wrist, of your breath on his skin, of the flutter your lashes against his cheeks when you settle against him once more. his tattoo means more than himself—it’s the context of who he is.

[misacafe]

hands

characters: miya osamu x gn!reader

eris’ notes: i love him. i really and truly do.

warnings: none

there’s one undeniable fact about osamu: he’s good with his hands.

the precision of every volleyball hit against his palm. the care of each packed triangle of rice stuffed with tuna or mayo or anything else. the gentleness as he places his hands to your waist to move you out of the way and slide past.

and you get to witness it first hand now.

“then he was tellin’ me all about how since i betrayed him ‘nd quit volleyball that i owe him to cater for his whole team. i mean, how stupid is he, right? …hey, are ya listenin’ to me?”

“what?” you jolt from where you’re sat atop the counter, darting your eyes away from the hands molding new onigiris for the two of you to take home. “yeah, right, totally stupid.”

“yer distracted,” he states, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he sets the finished onigiri into the container, wiping his hands off on his towel. “what’s got ya so preoccupied, sweetheart?”

it’s natural, the way he steps between your legs, slotting himself right in like a puzzle piece as his hands rest on top of your thighs, rubbing up and down with a touch so delicate it has you buzzing. your hands find their way to the chain around his neck, fiddling with the ring looped on it.

“nothin’,” you shrug, internally smiling at the way the g seems to fall off your word. a habit you’ve picked up from your husband over the years.

“that so?” osamu quirks as he lifts a hand up to remove the black ball cap atop his head, setting it on the counter and running his fingers back through his ruffled hat hair. his eyes twinkle as he watches you follow his movements. “yeah, that’s what i thought.”

“hm?” you hum, blinking as you cut your gaze back to pretty grey irises.

“starin’ at my hands again. ain’t ya, darlin’?”

years ago this might be where you get flustered. where you hide your face in his neck and blush a shade redder than the tomatoes osamu keeps in the door of the fridge. but marriage changes some things, so now you do none of that.

“totally am,” you smile, wide and easy as you grab the hand from the top of your husband’s head. you don’t even hesitate in bringing it to your lips, pressing a kiss to his palm. “they’re just so pretty, samu.”

and even after all these years, marriage and running a shop together and being there for all the highs and lows, you still find it adorable as ever as the tips of osamu’s ear tint pink.

“they’re all yers,” he says, as if you need the reminder, and pulls his hand out of your grasp to cup your cheek. “jus for you.”

“i know,” you grin, giggling as osamu pinches your cheek at your snark. “that’s why i love them so much.”

the hand on your thigh squeezes reassuringly and the one against your cheek slides to the nape of your neck, and you expect the tug forward before it even happens as osamu pulls you into a kiss. to lips that are just as perfect as the hands you adore so much.

“i love you,” osamu breathes as he pulls away, pressing his thumb to your lips. smiling when you try to push out a muffled ‘love you more’ out against it. “let’s go home, yeah? then ya can admire my hands all ya want.”

you nod, because the thumb pressed to your lips prevents you from doing anything else, grin stretching your lips so hard your cheeks hurt. you lean forward to press one more kiss to your husband’s palm as he pulls it away, chuckling as he grabs your waist and lifts you off the counter.

the remainder of the night your husband can’t seem to keep his hands off of you.

pressing a palm to your back as he ushers you out of onigiri miya. resting his hand on your thigh as he drives home. roaming around your waist as you try to unlock your front door. lacing itself with yours as the two of you eat dinner.

and later, as the lamp in your bedroom is flipped off and you’re left with nothing but a warm bed and the cast of bluish grey hues from the moon, his hand finds it way behind your neck, pulling you into a sleepy kiss.

it doesn’t leave even after he breaks off the kiss, doesn’t depart from your nape as he hooks his chin over your head. he keeps it there, and traces circles into it until you finally let the fatigue take over you.

osamu’s gift is his hands, and he reminds you of that every single day. even in ways one might not expect.

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