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FOR YOU ｡｡｡

↳ 「 osamu miya ��� ␥ 宮 治 .ᐟ

⤦ wc ⨾ 611

⤦ cw ⨾ no pronouns used, mentions stress baking, kind of hurt to comfort, i forgot how to write.

“what‘s wrong?” his voice, a soft murmur peppered with specks of concern, loud enough to be heard above the monotonous whir of the white fridge placed in the corner of the kitchen.

He rushed to your side, dropping everything, and calloused hands came into contact with your clothed back.

Despite wearing a thick jumper adorned by a delicate dusting of pills, an attempt to protect your skin from the sad bite of the cold, you could feel his fingertips surging small waves of heat through the dense material of your jumper.

Osamu had just come back from work. It was 12am—fridays are always busy for him. A thin layer of salty sweat coated his skin, reflecting a slight glow. He did not expect to come back to find you, a flushed face graced by a sad trail of tears, standing in front of a tray of burnt cookies.

You took in his smell—a subtle sweetness seasoned with the aroma of roasted seaweed—while you let out a soft sniffle.

Within his presence, the previous sense of panic has dissipated into thin air—every breath he drew out matched the melodious rhythm of your heart.

“Stress baking again?” he asked, his head leaning in closer as his eyes trailed the cookies spread out atop the counter, an ugly black furnishing the uneven edges. His hand never left the small of your back.

Your lips pursed into a thin line as you shook your head in agreement. Stress baking, again.

Osamu was tired. Every muscle in his body yearned for sleep—screamed for it. Anyone would be after working a 12 hour shift in a busy restaurant on a Friday.

The hand previously stitched onto your back removed itself—and you felt naked in the aftermath. Your head turned, eyes trailing his figure. He made his way to the fridge.

“What—what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” he turned around with a toothy grin, his arms hugging a few ingredients. “We’re baking cookies,”

You blink at him, furrowing your brows. “But you—“

“I’m craving some cookies,” a tired smirk etched on his lips as he approached you once again. He handed you the butter and sugar and went off to get the rest of the ingredients.

With a confused sigh and a soft sniffle, you measured out the ingredients into the mixing bowl previously laying in front of you and began whisking.

It was quiet for a while, until you felt warm breath fanning your neck and a pair of big arms wrap around your torso. His nose, now brushing the crook of your neck, sent shooting stars down your arms. His toned chest was against your back.

“Hey—“ You began, but he cut you off right away.

“We’re about to make the best cookies—ever” he mumbled into your neck, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. It was genuine.

Your eyes soften with a bit of water dampening them, guilt seeming to make its way into your chest, almost swallowing your heart whole. Making cookies after a 12 hour shift wasn’t the best way to wind down.

“I’m sorry you’re…you shouldn’t have to come from a busy day at work to bake some cookies“

He raised his head from your neck, arms still lazily wrapped around your waist, fingers intertwined and resting steadily in front of your stomach. “Hey, you better not be crying! I don’t want salty cookies,” he replied, pointing at the bowl in front of you with his head.

Osamu miya loved you dearly, and he was willing to prove that—even if it meant making cookies at 12am—because if it’s with you, he’d do anything. If it’s for you, he’d do everything.

@kameyyy

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⟢ GOT "ANY GRAPES" ?

zoo keeper!isagi headcanons

notes ... isagi has been flirted with by ladies, he's a little bit of a loser, mentions of many different animals, mentions of bruises and scratches, mention of poop..., a little bit of x reader at the end

⟢ zoo keeper!isagi is a natural animal magnet and comedian.

he doesn't mean to be entertaining on the job, just trying to get in and out of places without losing a limb, but with how funny the children found him... a perfect business opportunity.

yes, he became the zoo's official tour guide! the only one. the rest of them quit. now, he's upgraded to taking care of one section of the park to having to learn about all of the species the zoo holds off by heart. and he's on the website. and he has to be featured in all social media posts. and he has to be social for almost all of his hours. yay...

⟢ zoo keeper!isagi always has the cuter animals, like ferrets, penguins or otters all over him. they love sitting on his head or playing around his arms and shoulders when he's trying to give the crowd some information he's often cut off by the occasional "aww~!", which results in him playfully (and safely) tossing the animal out of his arms, only for them to come crawling back just as quick.

even the birds love him, though that also means he gets pinched more than he'd like to be, and has almost been fed worms from one of the mother birds, being mistaken for it's baby... somehow...

but on the bright side, another flying creature, butterflies, always end up landing on the rim of his hat. not only does it give the observers a closer look, but it also gives him the opportunity to talk about the species a little bit more. he's not going anywhere near any other insects though.

⟢ speaking about birds, zoo keeper!isagi has been stared down by many different species.

he pauses midway through a speech seeing the children in front of him giggle, only to turn around and see one of the larger owls perched right above him, it's eyes fixed on him. judgementally. he stares back for an awfully long period of time (for comedy reasons) before calling it onto his arm, allowing the people to pet and stroke its feathers.

it's even funnier when it's one of the tigers sneaking up on him from behind the fence and he very coolly flips his sunglasses around to the back of his head. at some point, they fell off from his ears, and he ended up getting the biggest spook hearing the fence rattling from behind him, as well as a rather loud roar in his ear.

⟢ zoo keeper!isagi has never had a good experience with a monkey.

it doesn't matter which one, or if they're mistaken for being a monkey, because it's all the same. every single one is his enemy – except for orangutans. the zoo does not have orangutans, but he's 100% chill with them.

he's had his keys stolen, his hat stolen, his shirt crawled into, his shoelaces untied, his shoes and socks stolen, his underwear exposed, his crotch both bitten and grabbed, full on attacked, his bucket of food for them stolen, a few escapees, and the list goes on... he's had to beg his manager to allow him to skip over any of the enclosures.

⟢ now, onto the people, zoo keeper!isagi accidentally influences too many kids into wanting his career. the fantasy is that he gets to play with all of these cool and cute animals all day and completely ignorant to the fact that: one, he has multiple scars all over him from all sorts of bites and scratches. two, the amount of times he's been pooped on... yeah, no. it's not pretty.

⟢ zoo keeper!isagi gets a hat that has a hole so his sprout can poke out at the top. at first, he thought it looked stupid (because it did) but when he had a group of ladies all over him and teasing him... well, he can't really be too mad, can he? (he got a warning from his manager after that)

⟢ zoo keeper!isagi genuinely tells the worst animal themed pick up lines. actually, i'm not even going to say any of them here. they're horrendous. some of them aren't even rated U for universal, so thank god none of the kids understand.

⟢ zoo keeper!isagi also develops a huge crush on one of his customers one day. like, huge. the universe is truly wishing on his downfall, because what do you mean you don't even live in this country? he's not going to see you again? ever? now, he's not supposed to flirt, but maybe just slipping in his number on a piece of paper, if he's sneaky enough...

@stockholm1996

isagi rn:

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more toxic kaiser stuff. (he possesses me. parasite smh)

wc: 428

cw: toxic kaiser (duh), implied yan but like. early relationship kaiser will be the worst man you know before he's suddenly your guard dog anyway.

“Y’know, you’re annoying as shit.” Kaiser hates himself immediately. He’s hoping you beg and cry to him; it’s some stupid ploy he wants to try on you, testing you in some way. He would compare it to the way a cat scratches its owner, but he knows he’s doing something way worse than that. 

He braces himself for you to yell and get mad, but you just sit still and…nod. No rebuttal of any sort, which makes the whole thing worse. 

In an attempt to save himself: he jokes about it “like, you’re so damn cute all the time, asking me about my day. I just want to sleep but now I need to cuddle you and let you pamper me.” 

He pats your head. And he doesn’t miss how you flinch from him. Did that comment hurt that badly? you’re never like this. 

“I didn’t mean it. You know that.” Kaiser tries to reason with you, but it’s worthless really. You get stuck in your head easily, and he only huffs in response to your lack of one. 

“Do I actually annoy you?” Your throat constricts around his words. It's not like you weren't aware of what kind of person he could be, but you've thought he trusted you enough not to play these games.

Kaiser can only feel what most humans would describe as guilt. Maybe even pity. You’re worse than he is at this whole emotions thing. 

“Not really. I wanted to see how you’d react.” Yeah. Remorse would be it. You’ve never looked more pathetic before. 

Your sleeves are frayed from  picking at them, a habit that has only worsened with your current boyfriend. It’s not lost on Kaiser; a certain part of him revels in drawing such emotions from you. He knows a normal person would have fought with him, but he’s knocked down so many of your self-imposed beliefs and wishes that you have nothing else and no one else to turn to. His heart feels sick, but his mind is happy knowing you won’t be leaving his side anytime soon. 

You try to laugh, and Kaiser only scoffs again. Yeah. Annoying. He wants to take care of you. 

"you're meant to refute that, you're allowed to." It sickens him that he has to remind you. That the both of you need reminders that its okay.

you whisper his name once, then twice, before he willingly falls into your arms. He does the best to apologize, a soft kiss there, and a word or two of affirmation (hidden behind gentle scolding).

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❝ SHE’S THE TEAR IN MY HEART ❞ — itoshi sae

tags: smau shot, f!reader, established relationship, fluff, slight crack, pet names, implied engagement in one of them, extremely self indulgent and selfship coded i’m sorry </3 he makes me sick i love him sm — ignore timestamps

boyfriend texts with sae

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© inloveinsickness. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

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OLDER ISAGI YOICHI who finally settled down, retiring from football after a long, successful career. he was one of the last to finish off his career, but didn't seem too fond of the thought of playing well into his forties, even though he still physically seemed quite young. he's actually more surprised you've stuck by his side, especially through all of these ups and downs.

instead of living a lavish lifestyle, OLDER ISAGI YOICHI would rather buy a small apartment. sure, he made a lot of money, but living in a mansion? it was his dream as a child, but now that he thinks about it, it's more of a hassle having too much space. it reminds him of his simple, humble life as a child, and perhaps he prefers things that way.

OLDER ISAGI YOICHI grew out his hair. not by a lot, but it's noticeably longer. his fingers often brush through his hair, and the back has grown into some sort or awkward mullet. it looks good, but it wasn't intentional. he prefers it when you trim his hair, mostly because you'll do it the way you like it since "that's his favourite way".

pets are a must. it doesn't matter what it is, but OLDER ISAGI YOICHI needs a pet. obvious candidates are a dog or cat, but he wouldn't mind letting you make the final choice. although, isagi loves fluffier breeds of animals. he can't help the aggressive ruffle he gives as they roam around the house, and secretly snuggles up with them on the couch when you're not looking, brushing their fur.

OLDER ISAGI YOICHI still has old jerseys that you wear. they may hold some bad memories, but all of them are overridden by his affection when he sees you with one on. seeing you walk around with his name on your back just does something to him. it might be you taking on the last name "isagi" after all.

OLDER ISAGI YOICHI tries his best when doing things around the house. at this point, his goal in life is to make you feel loved and to live comfortably – and he's committed to that. he takes on your workload when you're tired, and – since he's used to waking up early after so many years – often does things for you hours before you wake up.

OLDER ISAGI YOICHI lets you make major decisions, unless you want his input, because as long as you're happy, he doesn't mind on what you want or decide to do.

based off of this isagi art! @lizbix

chat idk if i shouldve just said timeskip but ljke i dont have the time nor patience to fix that sooo

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from that one sae thingy i spat out recently… id like to think that kaiser is on that agenda as well—that he doesn’t tell people he’s married.

but while sae does it as a form of protection, kaiser does it more in an aspect of possession.

kaiser doesn’t like telling people he’s married more on the basis he doesn’t want people to know you exist. the more people know about, the more people could possibly desire you, and kaiser doesn’t want that! you’re his, you said so when you gave your vows to him on the altar.

he doesn’t wear a wedding ring on his finger to avoid suspicion. he’ll maybe instead wear a necklace with the ring around his neck—something he can easily hide yet still serve as a reminder of your existence, that he has someone waiting at home especially for him with open arms. he refuses events with models and celebrities if he truly doesn’t have to attend them so no tabloids can brew up a false storm because god forbid he exchanges the most menial of words with an attractive women.

the only person he’s told is ness—and that’s only because the snooping idiot looked into the players’ files and gasped aloud at the little box of kaiser’s marital status. the midfielder provoked kaiser until he broke and he seethed to ness that if he were to tell anyone about his spouse, he should try and leave germany as soon as possible before kaiser gets to him first.

you’re his little secret. one that he isn’t ashamed of necessarily, oh no… absolutely not. not his little dove, an angel straight from heaven. kaiser could never be ashamed of you. you’re his soul—his reason that love still exists within such a cold and malicious person.

but he only wants his selfish eyes to gaze upon you. that’s why he married you, isn’t it? to have you as his own… and only his own?

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— all i breathe in is your life. feat. itoshi sae || wc: 1.1k contains: gn!reader, no pronouns used, secret relationship, just pure fluff :P

sae doesn't really tell people things about himself.

he thinks he doesn't need to—unless it involves soccer, he sees no use in people attempting to pry at his personal self other than to just scratch the surface level of itoshi sae, professional soccer player. all the masses need to know is that he's a midfielder, he's from japan, and itoshi rin is his little brother.

so shock comes as a severe understatement to his team when they find out that he's married after one of them overhears sae telling their coach he can't make to a press conference because he'll be celebrating his wedding anniversary.

sae understandably gets bombarded the moment he enters the locker room to his disdain. many of his teammates have coupled up with celebrities, models, and influencers—per modern athlete fashion—so they provoke him with who this mystery person is.

"none of your business," he snaps, clearly irritated.

some of them think it's a fluke, just his way to get out of dealing with the media, as sae bears no ring on his left ringer and has never been seen wearing it in public (though, arguably, sae is a hard figure to catch outside the field anyways). but all sae has to do is roll his eyes, take out a travel-sized jewelry holder, and put on his wedding ring to flash at them.

"well shit, man," one of his younger teammates, a notoriety amongst the media for being a bit of a playboy, laugh. "how long have you been chained down for?"

the phrase irks him a bit. to view marriage as a prison seems contemptuous to him—no wonder this guy can't hold down a relationship.

sae shuts his locker door, eyes still bored as ever as he makes his way to the exit.

"four years going on five," he mutters, a smidgen of entertainment for them just to shut them up for good. "you're lucky if your career ever lasts as long."

he gawks at him, ready to fire back an insult, but sae's already disappeared through the door. sae makes his way to the lobby of his team's training facility, where he sees you, their assistant manager, sitting patiently at one of the tables nearest to the window.

"ah, sae," you greet with a friendly smile, tablet with his stats on hand. "there you are."

he only gives you a silent nod of acknowledgement in return, sparing nothing for you but an ear to listen as you read off his comments given to them by their coach as you always do with each member. there's nothing much to improve on, seeing as how he's essentially the definition of perfection in regards to soccer, but he still clutches onto the occasional whisper of criticism to help him improve.

he bids you goodbye, reminding you that he won't be at the press conference this evening and to have a nice evening, before he exits out the doors and makes his way to his car. the silence that bestows upon him when he enters it makes him feel at peace... until his phone rings.

an audible groan escapes him; sae swipes at his phone, ready to curse out what was probably his teammate he insulted earlier or his coach, but the annoyance within him disappears the moment he sees a familiar name.

he picks it up carefully, staring straight ahead of him into the lobby of the facility.

a well-known greets him first. "hi there."

"hey," he mutters softly... a hint of affection in his voice.

"so, apparently the restaurant is all booked for tonight," you whisper into the phone, sae watching your lips move in sync from inside the safety of his car. "i got us this other restaurant near roppongi, is that okay?"

sae nods, hoping that you can see it through the lobby. "that's fine. what time should i start leaving the house to meet you there after the conference?"

a sweet, thoughtful hum passes through. "how 'bout 7:00? meet there at 7:30? conference ends at 6:30, but i'll leave a bit early to catch a cab and beat traffic."

disapproval seeps into his sigh. "i still think it's better if i pick you up."

"haha, no way. and risk being caught?" you laugh, giggling when you see sae's scrunched face through the window of the lobby from his car.

"i just don't like the thought of you being in a car alone with a stranger," he says, his tone droll as ever but you've known him long enough to detect that subtle worry in his voice.

"i appreciate the thought, my darling husband," you remark as you gaze upon your five-year-old wedding ring sae gave you. "but we've worked this hard to keep it under wraps. one cab ride won't kill me. it's just so that we don't have to take two cars home."

sae doesn't enjoy the feeling of defeat, but all his ego comes to humble itself whenever you were the one that bestowed it upon him. only the person he stood across the altar from half a decade ago would only be able to do such to itoshi sae.

"fine..." he grumbles, watching as you grin rather stupidly your gain. "send over the address. and don't be late."

"yessir," you give him a childish salute from the lobby, one that he has to fight cracking a smile at, your playfulness never once fading at the slightest from the moment he met you.

though he does admit it's hard trying to keep your relationship behind closed doors, especially since you're a non-celebrity, but it's all worth it when he gets to wake up to your face and kiss it right before he falls into a deep slumber, your body intertwined his with a tenderness being connected with his—a silent murmur of "i love you" to end off another day with you.

just before he ends the call, your voice reaches him once more.

"sae?"

he blinks, removing his hovering finger over the red button to let your words reach him, not wanting to waste any word that comes out of your lips go uncherished.

"yeah?"

you turn to face him directly from where you were in the lobby, only the window of it and the window of the his car being your only barriers between each other. affection spreads upon your features, one that makes sae mimic on his own.

"happy anniversary, my love," you profess tenderly to him. "i love you."

a warmth embeds itself within him when he admires you from his car. five years may not necessarily be the longest of time to some people, but to think that you and him have lasted this long together brings about a peace that he treasures on the daily and will continue to do so forevermore if you're by his side.

his eyes soften, staring at you in pure devotion.

"i love you too," sae confesses. "happy anniversary."

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hi!! how do you do your smau’s/texts writing? i love yours and want to learn how to make them!

hi hi! for group chat texts: ChatTales (you have to pay tho fml that I forgot to cancel my free subscription)

for single convos: iMessage (I just text myself)

for tweets: twinnote

for insta post: photonotes

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being with kaiser means having to dissect your own heart while stitching up his.

chewing on him jn the tags and etc. don’t mind me

he’d be pretty mean at first. he’s gauging your reactions; would you run if you saw everything that haunted him? how he haunts himself? Kaiser does nothing but spit and snarl at you, like a stray cat that’s only been kicked to the curb.

but you don’t leave him alone. not like every other one-night stand he’s had—no, you’ve made him breakfast—a traditional german faire—and brushed and put oil in his hair (his favorite scent too; you tell him it’s been your favorite for a few years. something in him softens).

It’s so domestic he almost vomits after that, but on his first night away from your apartment, he can’t sleep. Practice is shit and he’s not performing well, to the point where he initiates a facetime call (kaiser hates initiating. it feels like begging for your attention, when yours should be solely on him anyway.) and you pick up instantly.

the time difference makes something shatter in him. You’re just waking up… hair messy and eyes bleary. You can hardly speak or hold up the phone…

“Mihya…? You okay?” you’re slumped in bed, wearing his sweater. He might combust (when did Michael become so attached to you? He doesn’t know, but he whispers your name like a prayer, like you’re his guiding light).

“I’m better now, dear. Let me tell you what that idiot of a striker did at practice—“ he rambled on, and watches you nod along. You him and agree with him, and a weight falls off of his shoulders. Kaiser can love you. Perhaps he already does…

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@cherrysurf

ex! nanami who comes to you drunk.

it was a mistake, really. he shouldn't have let satoru convince him to go out for drinks, and he shouldn't have drank so much, and most of all, he shouldn't have come to you at three am, drunk out of his mind.

you were awake, of course. nanami knew that you’d be awake, and maybe that's part of the reason he found himself going to you.

besides the fact that he missed you of course.

the knocks that come at your door are languid and soft, you almost think you imagined it but nope, they come again and this time you sure you heard it.

you get up and head towards the door quietly, before opening it just an inch to see who it is, only to be met with a familiar mop of blonde hair.

nanami looks at you and your breath hitches because he's as beautiful as you remember — although he looks a little unkempt, with his tie loosened and his hair a mess with red blooming on his cheeks, and god, you could kiss him right now.

no, nope. you shouldn't be thinking like that, he's your ex now.

“nanami.” you utter out and he tries to pretend that the usage of his last name doesn't send a pang through his heart.

“y/n.” he says, looking at you with those stupidly beautiful brown eyes of his that you can't possibly resist.

“what-what are you doing here?!” you exclaim, sort of agitated that he came to your apartment at three am, “and — oh my god, are you drunk?”

he gulps, “sort of. can i come in?”

you hesitate. the logical thing would be to tell him no, that he wasn't allowed at your place anymore and that he wasn't welcome to your hospitality, that the both of you were an old story now. but the emotional thing? the emotional thing would be to let him in and take care of him, shower him and get him into more comfortable clothes and —

“okay.” you say, opening the door wider for him to come in.

he stumbles in, and you help support him and god, just feeling the warmth of his body against yours brings back old memories that you've long since buried.

you guide him to the couch where he plops down on it.

“what got you so out of character?” you ask, almost shyly as you shift from one foot to another, trying not to look at his lips.

“gojo.” he simply says, sighing.

“...right.” you mumble, unsure of what to say before you quickly head to the kitchen, ignoring your racing heart.

nanami, on the other hand? he's definitely having cardiac arrest.

because you look as ethereal and soft as he remembered — of other-worldly beauty that he could not comprehend yet he sees you as you approach him with a glass of water in your hand.

“here.” you say, handing it to him and he gulps, his fingers brushing against your knuckles so subtly yet enough to make his heart flutter.

he doesn't know what made him come to you — maybe it was the fact gojo ditched him, or the fact you lived so close to the bar he was at, or maybe the simple fact that he just missed you, and longed to see you again.

he gulps down the water, trying to keep his eyes off of you.

a few moments of silence pass and he can feel your gaze boring into him.

“i can tell you have something to say.” he mumbles, finally looking up to meet your gaze as you shyly look away — he smiles at your bashful self, “what is it you have to say?”

“uhm…” you stammer, “just, uh, what brought you here?” 

nanami stiffens but he knows you'd emerge an answer, after all, it's been almost nine months since your initial break up, and this is the first time he ever broke ‘no contact.’

“right.” he mutters, “just…had nowhere else to go.”

“oh.” you utter — it's a blatant lie, you know that, and you know it was just a stupid excuse to see you, yet you don't call him out on it.

after all, maybe, just maybe you wanted to see him too.

“right, oh.” he hums, getting up from the couch, “i should probably go.”

“no!” you blurt out before you could think. 

“...no?” he questions, raising an eyebrow.

“just, uhm…” you stutter, fiddling with your fingers, “it's pretty late and quiet out there, and uh, you have nowhere else to go and uhm, y'know —” you cut yourself out, sighing, “just stay the night, nanami.”

he chuckles to himself — you've always been a stuttering mess whenever you were shy or so, and this was definitely one of those occasions.

“right, of course.”

nanami thinks that he misses you, like a lot, more than he can describe. but he also knows that this entire break up was his fault.

if only he hadn't overworked so much, then maybe things would be different now.

“thank you,” nanami finally says after a moment, “for your hospitality.”

“don't thank me.” you mumble, “just make yourself comfortable, okay?”

“...okay.”

“goodnight.” you say softly.

nanami smiles, “goodnight.”

he may have lost you for the long term, but for tonight? he'll just dwell on this interaction, because at least he got to see you one more time.

one more time before he went off to shibuya.

but he promises himself, he promises himself that after he's done with whatever in shibuya, he’ll come back to you.

he'll make you his again.

tagging : @deathofacupid since you asked me to tag u babes :3 <33

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i love my baby

Wanting to use the first warm days of the year, Hinata and Bokuto suggested a friendly, non-sporty barbecue, with invitations swiftly given out to the members of both MSBY and Schweiden Adlers. But of course the inevitable happened - someone brought a volleyball and so, much to the dismay of the spouses who just wanted one night to catch up with friends without it turning into a competition, the Jackals and Adlers used their empty cups as court makers, someone magically pulled a travel net from their trunk and off they went.

And although the more socially aware players picked up on their partners’ disapproving frowns and called for an end of the impromptu match, the peace did not last long and the offsprings that were old enough to do more than crawl were snatched from their other parent and ushered onto the field instead. Little princess Ushijima, who was ready to start elementary school this year, was already as obsessed with the sport as her dad and, as an honorary Schweiden eaglet, came to all the games in her custom jersey.

Under the proudly watchful eye of her father, she served and promptly bonked Atsumu’s son in the face. She spun around and beamed after the ball gently bounced off the boy onto the grass within the markers, and giggled when the star player crossed his arms and nodded approvingly. “Well done, sweetheart.”

Looking at you sitting next to him, he half expected you to share his sentiment but was met with a disapprovingly raised brow, which he conveniently didn’t notice.

“She scored a point.”, he explained with a pleased smile, and observed how Atsumu’s partner held him back from stomping to his now giggling son’s defense. It was only a matter of time until someone would end up crying.

a/n: thank you to @haikyu-mp4 for providing the last line ✨

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@dearru

can u imagine arm wrestling w Isagi hehehe (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) I think he'd purposely go easy on u or js laugh at u, not in a mean way but in a genuine way cuz he finds the way you're struggling so cute

“𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?”

a/n: I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS IDEA

I NEED ISAGI'S BICEPS TO CRUSH ME WOAH WHO SAID THATTT (dk artist credits sorry)

isagi’s lips twitch into a grin as he watches you roll your shoulders dramatically, giving your arms a quick shake as if you were about to step into a boxing ring. the two of you are seated across from each other at the small dining table, elbows pressed down, hands clasped together. your eyes narrow with playful determination. 

"i’ve been going to the gym for this. ready?" you ask, your fingers tightening around his. 

he nods, clearly holding back a smile. "ready." 

you count down with unnecessary intensity, "three… two… one… go!" 

for a brief moment, you feel resistance. his hand barely budges, but then, surprisingly, it starts to give. you grit your teeth and push with all your might, but his grip gradually weakens, his wrist bending back. with a final surge of effort, you slam his hand down onto the table. 

"ha!" you beam, raising your arms in mock victory. "i win!" 

isagi lets out a soft chuckle, one that crinkles the corners of his eyes. "whoa," he says, voice laced with amusement. "so strong." 

you squint at him, immediately suspicious. "wait… you totally let me win, didn’t you?" 

he shrugs, feigning innocence, but the mischievous glint in his eyes gives him away. his lips twitch like he’s about to burst into laughter. 

"again," you demand, leveling him with a playful glare. "this time, don’t hold back." 

his grin widens, and he leans forward slightly, resting his chin in his free hand. "you sure?" he teases, voice low and lazy, but his eyes are gleaming with amusement. 

"yes," you insist stubbornly, squaring your shoulders. "no mercy this time." 

with a mock-serious nod, he obliges, intertwining his fingers with yours once again. you grip him with all the strength you can muster, knuckles whitening from the effort. you can feel the slight tremor in your arm as you push with everything you’ve got. 

but isagi… he barely moves. his hand stays solid, unwavering. when you glance at him, you find him watching you with a boyish grin, as if he’s more entertained by your struggle than the competition itself. 

"you’re –" you grunt, using all your strength, "– not even trying!" 

he hums thoughtfully, still not budging. "oh. you wanted me to try?" 

you glare at him through gritted teeth. "yoi." 

with a breathless laugh, he finally leans in, applying the smallest bit of force. your hand goes down instantly, hitting the table with an anticlimactic thud. 

your mouth falls open. "that’s it?" 

isagi throws his head back with a genuine, hearty laugh – the kind that makes his shoulders shake slightly. his eyes are bright, completely amused by the absolute ease with which he just bested you. when he looks at you again, you’re pouting, scowling even. 

"hey," he says, still chuckling as he reaches across the table with his free hand to poke your cheek. "you said no mercy." 

"yeah, but i didn’t think you’d obliterate me," you grumble, folding your arms. 

his eyes soften at your sulky expression, and with a teasing smile, he leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your knuckles. "mm. you’re still cute when you lose, though," he murmurs against your skin, eyes gleaming with fondness. 

you squint at him, trying to hold onto your indignation, but you’re already fighting back a smile. you mutter, "next time, i’m gonna destroy you." 

his lips twitch into another smug grin. "oh yeah?" he leans in closer, voice barely above a whisper. "i’ll look forward to it, then."

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[rilakkumabubbles]

wife

ushijima gives the bluntest compliments. you two will just be walking together, hand in hand, and he’ll randomly blurt out something like, “you look very beautiful today.” or “i like when you smile like that.” he never sugarcoats his words, but that’s exactly how you know he is so genuine with everything he says. nothing he tells you is anything but the complete and honest truth. and through every fleeting moment where he acknowledges his inner thoughts out loud, one thing is clear—he’s so deeply in love with you.

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feat. mikage reo || wc: 1.0k contains: gn!reader, no pronouns used, implications of sex but nothing explicit, angst w/ some comfort, time-skip so aged-up characters

you break reo’s heart at seventeen not because you want to, but because you have to.

his parents find a singular condom wrapper in his bedroom trashcan and run after you like madmen. venom dripping as they tell you to lay your hands off their son if you know what’s best for you whilst slide you over a hefty stack of hush money for your silence. your fingers tremble when you take and count it, calculating that this would be enough to help you and your struggling aunt pay the piling bills once and for all.

they figure that won’t be enough. so they send you to the states, somewhere far where reo can’t find you. they say they’ll pay for your living and education expenses and that they’ll fund for your college—just stay away from their son and keep quiet. with no other option, you take the offer on behalf of your poor aunt.

on the other side, reo is losing it. his sanity is on the decline, a thin thread that barely holds him together unraveling more by the day that he can’t find you.

you’ve stopped coming to class. stopped picking up his calls and responding to his texts, his speech bubbles turning green one day to his horror. when he visits your old complex, he finds that his gifts he’s sent to you remain untouched and collecting dust in your mailbox. and when he asks the landlady what happened to the tenants in 4b, she lowly mutters they simply moved out, knowing one wrong move could land her in a sticky situation as well.

he does everything in his power to track you down, but everyone that he talks to is under his parents command before his, and they give him filtered answers that lead him nowhere.

on his hands on knees, reo begs his parents to let him know where you are, to at least let him know that you were safe. so they paint a false narrative of you to fully shatter the remnants of his heart that clings onto you—a selfish, greedy thing. snatched their money without hesitation when it was offered to you. and when they see the heartbreak that smears on their son’s face, the job is finished.

he thought you were different, a white rose amongst the common red. he thought you saw deeper into him than just his family name, that you saw him—but no. you saw him as a walking bank and nothing more. you were just like the rest of them. how could he be so naive?

his heart crumbles into dust and blackens itself at the mere thought of your face, a specialized hatred rooting and curating itself just for you.

twelve years later, he’s at a charity event for a company that one of his subsidiaries are working with. idle chatter and meaningless conversations go by, and all the incoming-ceo of mikage corp wants to do is go home. the event is beginning to finally wrap up and he’s finishing up some last-minute talks with a couple of associates from his subsidiary. reo bids them goodbye at last and starts to pace out the door until he freezes in his place at the sight that beholds in front of him.

you stand there, quietly right behind a man in a pressed suit with a tablet in your arms. twelve years has aged you gracefully to his disdain, making you more radiant than when he first met you, when you broke his heart. a little taller now, with your hair styled differently yet neatly and your best facial features matured into your face, reo’s breath hitches at the sight of you; he thinks the chandelier gracing your being with that halo-like glow isn’t helping his case.

his fingers twitch and his arm juts out slightly, as if to reach for you, to touch you and feel that you’re real and here in front of him. a trembling lip silently calls out for your name, but a weird noise jumps out of his throat that makes everyone in front of him look in his direction—you included.

the man that you stand behind—lavinho is his name, reo believes—breaks out into a large smile and approaches the heir, calling out his name. but his voice goes muffled, your wide-eyed face being the only thing crystal clear in hazy vision.

you were doing so well, avoiding him for this dreaded night, and you nearly just got away without notice until the very last second, fate drawing a wicked turn of events.

you cough out to lavinho that you’ve forgotten something in the bathroom and usher out before he can reach you first, using your boss as a distraction to get away. shoes clicking rapidly against the tiled floors, you focus all your energy in escaping reo’s radius and think you’ve just about made it to the parking lot where your car is… until you feel a hand grab your wrist.

the stiffness in your neck is telling you not to turn around. you want to believe your hand is just caught in something, that the warmth enveloping your skin is just caused by something unworldly, but the scent of cologne that airs around you suffocates you and twists your conscience back to reality.

a cold breath draws from your lips. you attempt to pull your hand away from whatever had hitched it, but it remains where it is, stubborn. your neck creaks as you slowly turn back, the one person you’ve been attempting to avoid all evening staring his iris eyes incredulously at you.

reo thought he’d be cursing your name ‘til the day he was six feet under, his heart shallowed and chilled since the day you severed yourself from his life. but his chest warms, something thawing inside of him as you share your gaze with him, the image of his first love looking back at him with the trepidation behind your stare going unnoticed.

he smiles, his eyes with dilated pupils softening.

“you came back to me.”

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how i feel interacting with new moots who idek if they are aware wakeupmaddie is heartmaddie