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telling their s/o they’re being too clingy

w/ tsukishima, ushijima, and iwaizumi!

part 3!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: i finally made a third part hehe :))

anyways these are all written in the timeskip!! thank you all for requesting☺️)

tsukishima

you and tsukishima were very different

he didn’t like to show affection all that much, and while he cared for you deeply, it was difficult for him to show it

you, on the other hand, loved to show how much you loved him

but often it came to be a bit much for him

today, tsukki came home tired and irritable

he felt like going to sleep and never getting out of bed

but you had other plans

you’d made dinner for him and you were hoping to catch up on some episodes of your favorite show tonight

but when he opened the door and saw you waiting eagerly, he sighed irritably

and when you asked him what was wrong, he simply scoffed

then you asked him if he wanted to eat dinner with you and he just sighed, again

“can’t you just leave me alone for one day? god, you’re so fucking clingy.”

he went into the bedroom and closed the door

hurt, you just drooped sadly and went to put dinner away before going to sleep alone on the couch

when tsukki opens the door of your shared bedroom in the morning, he finds you curled up on the couch, still sleeping peacefully. he smiles softly, the sight adorable.

he’s reminded of his harsh words to you he’d said just yesterday. he feels kind of bad for taking out his frustrations on you like that, but it would be too much of a hassle to apologize formally. he hopes that you know he didn’t mean it.

when he comes home from work, he doesn’t see you anywhere in sight. usually you’d be in the kitchen, cooking up something delicious, but the area is bare, the lights off. that’s when he sees you sitting on the couch, your computer in your lap. he walks over.

“hi, baby.”

you look up at him and smile.

“how was work?” you ask him. he shrugs before waiting expectantly for your greeting kiss. you turn back to your screen.

he tilts his head subtly. huh?

you always give him a kiss after he comes home from work.

but you’re not paying attention to him, instead typing something on your laptop.

“so... dinner?” he mutters.

“oh, i just ate some leftovers. they’re still in the fridge from last night if you wanted some,” you respond, eyes still glued to the screen.

tsukishima stands there awkwardly before turning away and walking into the kitchen.

it’s a little strange, the way you’re acting. on a normal given day, you practically would have jumped on him the second he got home. but now it’s like he’s not even there.

when it’s time for the two of you to go to bed, you both get ready in the bathroom. then you’re grabbing your pillow off your side of the bed and leaving the bedroom. confused, kei finishes brushing his teeth and ventures out into the living room to see you setting up on the couch.

“...y/n?”

you turn to look at him, waiting expectantly for him to finish his thought.

“i... why are you sleeping on the couch?” he asks.

you swallow.

“well, yesterday, it seemed you didn’t want me in bed with you, so...” you trail off, uncomfortable. his heart sinks.

he sighs. he really didn’t want to have to do this, but you’ve left him no choice.

he steps up to you wordlessly and scoops you up in one fluid motion, throwing you over his shoulder and grabbing your pillow for you before retreating into the bedroom. you squeak in surprise, and he puts you on the bed, pulling the covers over you. he gets in on the other side and pulls you into his chest. he scoffs at you, and he looks a little uncomfortable, but he nuzzles at you anyway. the gesture surprises you.

“what—”

“i didn’t mean it, you idiot.”

“mean it?”

he sighs, looking away.

“i didn’t mean the things i said last night, okay? i was just tired and i had a long day. don’t distance yourself just because i was being a dick yesterday.”

to anyone else, his attempt at making up with you would be a miserable excuse for an apology, but to you, it’s one of the sweetest things you’ve ever seen him do. it’s moments like these where you remember just why you fell for him in the first place.

“does this mean you’ll cuddle me?” you ask sweetly.

“don’t push it,” he grumbles.

he pulls you closer anyway.

ushijima

ushijima was never all that big on physical touch

honestly, he only tolerated it from you, but sometimes even you were a bit too much

today, you were having a bit of a bad day

work was slow and annoying, and you just wanted to come home to your boyfriend and cuddle with him

but he was having a similar day

and he felt the exact opposite

he really just wanted to be alone

he came home, walking past you and into the bedroom, and sat on the bed

you followed him and snuggled up to his side

to your surprise, he pushed you off gently

but you didn’t get the hint and nuzzled right up into him

this time he pushed you off harder

“toshi, why—”

“please stop being so clingy, y/n. i don’t want your affection.”

you deflated, sleepy and touch-starved

that night, you slept clinging to your pillow

today was an exhausting day for ushijima.

he and the rest of the team were working even harder than usual, and by the end of practice, his limbs were worn out and he was fatigued.

but the positive thing about days like this was that you would always cuddle him after he came home from work, and he could fall asleep with his muscles nice and relaxed from your touch.

eager to see you, he comes home, noticing that you’re sitting on the couch. you look up and greet him.

“hi, toshi. how was your day?” you ask.

“it was very tiring,” he explains, and you can see he’s telling the truth by the way he seems to be drooping. you hum in consideration.

“i’m sorry, baby. maybe a warm bath might help?” you suggest before turning back to your phone. he stands before you expectantly, waiting for you to follow him into the bedroom. you don’t budge.

his eyebrows furrow in confusion. usually, at this point, you would bring him into bed and sit on his lap. but you seem to be busy or something, so he decides he’ll wait until you’re finished.

when you finally get into bed with him, it’s late. you get under the covers and turn on your side, away from him.

he waits expectantly, lap open and ready for you, but you don’t crawl into it like you usually do. he sleepily nudges at you.

“what is it, baby?”

“why won’t you sit on my lap like usual?”

you pause. isn’t this what he wanted?

when he’d pushed you off of him, you came to a realization; he was right. you really were clingy. you were always touching him somehow; your head on his shoulder, your hand intertwined in his, your nose pressed up against his shoulder. you couldn’t blame your boyfriend for wanting space.

but with the way he’s looking at you, you’re not so sure.

then wakatoshi remembers what happened the last time you tried to cuddle him. he pushed you off of him and told you he didn’t want your affection. but he hadn’t thought you would stop completely, and now he misses your touch desperately.

he grabs you by your waist and pulls you into his lap, holding you right against him. you try to get off of him, but he pulls you closer.

“no. i want to cuddle,” he mumbles. you tilt your head in confusion.

“but—”

“i’m sorry for calling you clingy, y/n. i like it when you hold me. i didn’t mean it,” he explains, and you inhale at his honesty.

“really?” you whisper. he nods, and buries his nose in your hair.

“please keep being affectionate with me. i love that about you.”

your breath hitches, and you cling to him tightly. you whisper an okay and rest your head on his chest.

you fall asleep in his lap, his hand in your hair and your nose nuzzled deeply in his shirt, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat.

iwaizumi

iwaizumi loved your affection and cuddles

it was one of the things he loved most about you

but it was common for him to push you away when he got angry

you were waiting expectantly for him to come home, wanting to talk to him about your day

you’d gotten a promotion at work, and he was the first person you wanted to tell

but iwaizumi was beyond tired and frustrated after a long day at work

so when he got home, he went straight to the bedroom, ignoring you

you followed after him, already beginning to ramble about your day

but your voice was irritating him and he just wanted to sleep

“hajime, you’ll never guess what happened to me at work—”

“can’t you be quiet for two seconds? you’re so clingy, god. just leave me alone, okay?”

stung, you backed away, turning to get ready for bed alone

that night, you slept with your back toward him and tears in your eyes

it’s the next day, and hajime is at work. he’s on a break and scrolling through instagram when he comes across a post of yours on his feed.

it’s a picture of you in your adorable little work outfit, hair done up beautifully, fingers up in a peace sign. you’ve captioned it, “got the promotion😜” and hajime pauses upon reading it. he goes into the comment section to see your friends congratulating you, sending you words of praise and kind words.

confused, hajime puts his phone away. why would y/n not tell me first? he asks himself. he’s always been the first person to hear about these things, but it appears that he’s far from it this time.

he gets home to see you in the kitchen, and he walks in to greet you with a kiss. you dodge it subtly, moving around him to get something from the fridge. he frowns.

“hey,” he mutters. “when were you gonna tell me about the promotion?”

you look at him before staring at the food you’re cooking.

“well, you found out about it, didn’t you?” you mumble. he stares at you in confusion. are you mad at him?

“yeah, but...” he trails off. “it’s just that i usually hear it from you first.” you scoff. “what? why are you acting like this?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“you wouldn’t have wanted to hear about it anyway, hajime.” he gapes, baffled.

“what are you talking about? how would you even know?”

you put the knife you’re holding down, and glare at him sharply.

“because i tried to tell you last night, and you shut me down!”

he pauses. you return to cooking.

to be honest, he barely even remembers last night. he came home, and then got into bed, and you were rambling about something, and then...

shit.

hajime freezes. he looks at you guiltily.

“baby,” he starts, but you cut him off.

“just forget about it. it wasn’t that big of a deal anyway,” you lie.

honestly, you’d been really excited about your new promotion. it felt like something in your life was changing and things were good; you had your boyfriend to cheer you on and a fulfilling job that you loved. and you wanted to share it with him.

so it hurt when it felt like he didn’t care at all. you were always there to support hajime, but when it felt like he didn’t even care about doing the same for you, it stung painfully.

hajime knows you’re lying; he can read you like a book.

“y/n... i’m sorry about yesterday, okay?” he apologizes gently, coming up behind you to rest a hand on your waist. you push him off.

“i don’t wanna talk about it, hajime.”

he turns you around, and you attempt to turn your gaze away from him, but he has his hand on your jaw, making it impossible.

“hey. look at me.”

you do, reluctantly. you’re surprised at the genuine concern in his eyes.

“i know you think i don’t care, but i do. i want to hear about these things and how you’re feeling and how your day is. and i didn’t do a good job of doing that yesterday. i’m sorry.”

you sigh.

“please let me make it up to you?” he asks, desperate. you look up at him for a second, and then nod. he kisses you gently. “thank you for letting me. and for being mine.”

you smile softly at him. you can’t think of your life being any other way.

#x reader #xr: haikyuu #xr: tsukishima kei #xr: ushijima wakatoshi #xr: groveling

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snowsongs · 7 days ago

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reacting to their s/o wearing another guy’s jacket

w/ tsukishima, kuroo, and bokuto!

part 3!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: here is the requested part 3 of the jacket series! i put the link to part 2 above :) the post linked also contains the link to part 1 if you’d like to check it out!

i haven’t written for tsukki yet so i’m excited to see how this will turn out! i couldn’t fit all the characters that were requested into this one post, so i’ll probably end up putting them in other posts; i hope that’s okay with y’all! anyways, please enjoy and remember that feedback is always appreciated! love y’all💞)

tsukishima

okay uh.. we all know this man is MEAN

like ok whatever he might have a very small, barely visible, probably not even existent soft spot for you

but this mf is mean asf😐

anyways

today you had to meet up with a classmate to finish a school project but you completely forgot

you woke up late and had to scramble to get to school 10 minutes later than the agreed time

in your hurry, you didn’t realize that it was cold as fuck outside, and you didn’t bring a jacket

after finishing the project, you met up with tsukki, noting that his jacket looked pretty warm

“you know i love you, right?”

“...what is it this time?”

“soo hypothetically, if i forgot my jacket at home, would you possibly maybe let me borrow yours.....?”

this man said 😐

then he left you wordlessly to go to class, and you sighed in defeat

the cold was making you shiver, so the same classmate you’d worked with earlier offered you his!

you accepted happily :)

it’s lunchtime now, and you’re making your way through the hallway to find your boyfriend. you spot him talking to tadashi, who waves at you before bidding his goodbye!

kei sees you walking towards him and is about to greet you when he sees what you’re wearing and motions for you to stop.

he glares at the offensive item you’re wearing, and then looks into your eyes disapprovingly.

“what?” you ask, exasperated.

“what the fuck are you wearing?” his eyes lock onto the hoodie around your shoulders.

“this? it’s just a sweatshirt.”

he rolls his eyes at you.

“no shit, dumbass. who gave it to you?”

you cross your arms over your chest.

“why does it matter to you?”

“answer the question, y/n.”

“it was just a friend, okay? he saw that i was cold and offered.”

he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he doesn’t have the patience for this. quite honestly, he doesn’t.

he wants to berate himself for getting worked up about this, but observing the way the clothing envelops you in another man’s scent is making him irritated. he wants to tear it off you and make you smell like him instead. it’s possessive and probably a little toxic but it’s driving him crazy.

what’s worse is that he can’t even say these things, because he shouldn’t feel like this at all. besides, he refused to give you his jacket just this morning, so it’s probably his fault anyway.

so he turns away and starts walking, ignoring you. you run up to him and throw more questions at him, which he doesn’t feel like answering. at a certain point, you tug on his sleeve, hard, and he turns around. his eyes widen in surprise.

he hadn’t expected you to actually be fazed by his passive aggressiveness, but there’s a confused, hurt look on your face and now he feels kind of bad.

“what did i do wrong?” you ask, voice small.

he sighs, frustrated, and contemplates what to do. after running through his options, he just decides on the easy one.

he lifts the sweatshirt you’re wearing up over your head, muttering an “up,” as you raise your arms and slip the hoodie off. then, he takes his own jacket, and replaces it.

“you didn’t do anything wrong, idiot. can we move on please?” he mutters, looking away from you, embarrassment tinting his cheeks lightly. you brighten immediately.

as you’re walking, you take his hand and sigh.

“i like yours better, you know.”

kuroo

your dumbass forgot to check the weather forecast and now you’re stuck at school with no jacket :(

usually when this happens, your boyfriend gives you his, so you walked to his classroom before school started

he was concentrating on his textbook, probably studying for an exam

you tapped on his shoulder gently

“baby?”

“yes?”

“could i borrow your sweatshirt for the day?”

“...”

“babe?”

“...”

“TETSU?”

“oh, sorry baby, i’m a little busy right now. i’ll meet with you at lunch, ‘kay?”

you sighed, understanding but still a little disappointed, and walked to your first class

thankfully, the person who sat next to your desk was a close friend and offered you his hoodie!

you and tetsurou walk to the library for lunch as per usual, chatting about trivial things. both of you sit down and take out your lunches.

“oh yeah, how was the test?”

he looks up at you.

“oh, right. it wasn’t that bad, honestly. i studied a lot and...what the hell are you wearing..?”

he cuts himself off as his have finally travels down to the hoodie you’re wearing. it hangs off of you dramatically, and it’s clear that it’s not a woman’s jacket.

“what? it’s just a sweatshirt my friend gave me. i forgot mine at home today, and he had one in his locker, so he gave me the one he was wearing,” you explain.

“what?” kuroo stares at you, baffled. “you forgot yours and you didn’t even think to ask me, your boyfriend?!”

you stare at him incredulously.

“babe, i DID ask you. remember? this morning?”

“i’m pretty sure i would remember if you asked me.”

you sigh. he really is an idiot sometimes.

“i came into your classroom, and then i asked you if i could borrow your sweatshirt. you said you were busy, so i left,” you explain it to him thoroughly, as if you’re dating a child. (you kind of are😪)

he glares at you, unimpressed, and says nothing.

“babe, what do you want me to do? i mean, would me wearing your sweatshirt make you feel better?”

he grunts and turns back to his food, eating silently. so now he wants to give me the silent treatment, you think.

“alright, suit yourself,” you mumble. you pull the sleeves over your fingers, zip up the hoodie, pull the hood up, and rest your chin on your arms. maybe a nap would be good, you think sleepily.

kuroo glares at you petulantly, mentally whining at seeing you take a cozy, warm nap in some other dude’s jacket. you crack an eye open at him and smile softly, and he loses it when he sees how adorable you look. he gets up and pulls your chair out, unzipping the jacket and taking it off you.

“tetsu—!”

and then in an instant, he’s slipping his own onto you and pushing your chair back in before sitting back down. you stare at him, awe coloring your features. you smile at how adorable your boyfriend is. he really is something else, pouting at you childishly as if this wasn’t his fault to begin with. you sigh contentedly, his scent flooding your senses comfortingly.

“aww, babe, were you jealous?”

“shut up.”

you just giggle.

bokuto

you had too many thoughts occupying your mind today

exams, club meetings, everything

so it slipped your mind that it was going to be cold and that you needed a jacket

you realized this on the way to school, but you were already almost there :(

thankfully, your boyfriend looked like he brought one

you ran up to him, hopeful

“kou, do you think i could borrow your jacket for today?”

he stared at you, puzzled

“but if i give you my jacket, then won’t i get cold?”

man kinda had a point😬

you realized he was right and sighed

“‘s okay, i’ll just ask someone else!”

you knew bokuto always had the best intentions, but you also didn’t want him to get cold

but luck was in your favor, as your classmate saw you shivering at your desk and offered you his

you and bokuto make your way into the library, settling into a secluded corner where you always sit during lunch.

you settle into his lap, and he laughs, pulling you in tight and burying his nose in your neck. he inhales deeply.

he stops, and pulls away.

“babe?” you ask, confused.

“where’d you get this?” he mutters, quiet.

“a friend of mine gave it to me,” you answer. “he saw that i was cold, and he had an extra!”

bokuto pouts childishly at you.

“what?” you ask, giggling.

instead of answering, he just takes off his jacket and pushes it at you wordlessly.

“kou, i don’t need one anymore! besides, didn’t you say you were cold? you should put it back on.”

bokuto stares at you. why won’t you accept his jacket? he would much rather have you wear his then some other random dude’s. why would you want to wear that one? wouldnt his be a much better fit?

you’ve dropped the conversation, it seems, and you’re watching something on your phone. when bokuto inhales, he can sense your scent mixed into another masculine, foreign one, and the idea is making him feel nauseous.

he tries again, pushing the sweatshirt at you and nudging you with it, until you put your phone down to look at him.

“baby, i thought you were cold! if you give me yours, then you won’t have one,” you explain. he pouts, and then looks away.

“but it’s not worth it if it means you have to wear someone else’s,” he mumbles, voice tiny. “i’d be cold for every day of my life if it meant you would only wear my jackets.”

you exhale, taken aback. bokuto is so adorable when he’s not even trying to be.

you slip the jacket off and put his on instead, inhaling his scent and snuggling into the soft, warm fabric. the sight seems to placate him, as he relaxes and pulls you back into his chest.

“thank you,” he murmurs, muffled against your neck.

“of course, kou.”

#xr: haikyuu #x reader #xr: jealousy #xr: groveling #xr: tsukishima kei

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