#domestic sakusa fluff

[satoruzlove]

long term boyfie! kiyoomi who’s now off- season and at home a lot more, who dreads when you leave for work.

“do you prefer your sandwiches cut diagonally?”kiyoomi hollers from the kitchen. you huff as you try to preen your blazer correctly, toddling downstairs to answer him. a pretty pink apron adorns his toned figure, “ anything, kiyo,” you sigh grabbing your bottle. he doesn’t miss your dismissive tone - but says nothing. “ do you want grapes? and they’re the green ones, i know you like-,” ,” kiyoomi , i’m going to work. not a field trip.” you deadpan.

your raven haired lover pouts with his back turned to you, and as he packs up your lunch he moves toward you. smoothing your hair and softly squeezing your shoulders, he sighs. “ you don’t have to be mean, y’know,” he mutters ,” i’m trying to be supportive here.” he says with a faux tone of hurt. a smile pulls at your lips as you flick his forehead, “ well then try harder,” you challenge.

he smirks down at your put- together figure as a small ‘ oh yeah?’ leaves his supple lips , grabbing you and prompting a fit of giggles. he kisses and gnaws at your sweet skin , before you truly know it, you’re late to work.

kiyoomi hates when you have to leave for work, but as long as you have moments like this, he doesn’t really mind as much.

don’t tell anyone, but when i see ppl w kiyoomi’s name in their user i immediately stalk them and mentally take note of them</333 kiyo lovers unite

[oomisluvr]

domestic sakusa (are we suprised) 

“WILL you check the oven for me?” you call over your shoulder, your hands occupied with washing dishes from your lunchtime snack, “I think I left something in there.”

Panic flashes behind Kiyoomi’s eyes, brows raised in alarm, “It’s not on is it? You need to be more careful when dealing with heat–”

You bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile, watching him stare into the oven with confusion. 

“There’s bread in here?” He asks, reaching inside to hold the small roll in his palm, “The oven wasn’t on either.” He trails off, trekking across the kitchen to stand at your side.

Plates now washed, you dry your hands with a dishtowel, leaning against the sink with an excited smile. 

Kiyoomi studies your expression, breaking off a puffy chunk of bread and stuffing it into his mouth before munching thoughtfully, “This is really good.”

“Kiyoomi–”

“Here,” He pushes a piece of bread to your lips, looking at you expectantly, “Try.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, losing your cool, “You aren’t a little curious as to how that got there? The one, singular roll?”

“You put it there.” He confirms while still chewing, the small roll half-way devoured.

“But why would I put it there?”

He eyes you like you're crazy, “Because you wanted to keep it warm? I don’t know.”

“Okay, let’s start again–” he offers you the last piece of the dinner roll and you take it, chewing before continuing, “What’s in the oven?”

“Nothing, now.” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “We just ate it all.”

You sigh. How could he be so dense? “Alright, what was in the oven?”

“Some bread.” he supplies confidently. 

“No!” you laugh, “What’s another word for bread?”

“Starch?”

“No, give me another one.” 

“Carbs? Rolls? Buns?”

“Buns!” You emphasize, “And where was the bun?”

“In the oven.” 

You thrust your hands up to solidify your point. The air goes still, and you can practically see the gears turning in that empty, athletic head of his. Realization hits him like a bullet train, knocking the breath from his lungs. His heart starts then stops then starts again, beating faster than it ever has. His face contorts in a series of expressions, first shock, then disbelief, then his lips pull up into a wobbly grin. He shakes his head rapidly, blinking equally as fast. 

“Stop.” he says, voice cracking, “Don’t mess with me like this. This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking, Ki.” you whisper, finding his hands and placing them against your stomach, “We’re going to be parents.” 

“How far along are you?” He immediately fires off, sounding pained, “Have you been feeling well? How many appointments have you gone to already? We need to start planning immediately–”

“Easy, Ki, I’ve been feeling just fine.” you laugh, reaching a comforting hand to his jaw and stroking lightly, “I’m just 12 weeks, so she’s the size of a lime right about now.”

“She?” Something like a choked sob escapes Kiyoomi as he falls to his knees, speaking to your stomach with tears in his eyes, “Hi, princess! Hi, pumpkin! You’re getting so big! I’m your dad! I’m sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner, I didn’t know you were in there!” 

“She’s been doing really well.” You say, “No complications so far. She’s been going strong.”

“That’s amazing!” He babbles to your navel, “You’re so strong, just like your mother. You’re going to grow up and be whoever you want to be and you’re going to be the best at it!” He wipes a stray tear with the back of his hand, “I promise I’ll be the best dad to you. We’re going to be best friends!” 

You laugh at that, and Kiyoomi looks up at you with wide eyes, as if suddenly realizing you were there. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, “For giving me a chance.”

BONUS:

"You totally ate our baby, by the way." You laugh against Kiyoomi's side, leaning your head on the arm stretched behind you, "Just devoured the bun in three bites."

"You couldn't tell me like a normal person?" He jokes, "With an actual pregnancy test?"

"This way was cuter!" You whine, "I can't wait to post it."

"Post it?" He parrots, "You were recording me?"

"Just the first bit," you smile, "When you couldn't put the pieces together. Hilarious."

"You're evil," he jests, "Our baby better not absorb any of your evilness."

"Absorb my evilness! Really?"

"Yes," he confirms, "Through the placenta cord or whatever it's called."

You shake your head with a smile, sitting up to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, "Goodnight, I'm not doing this with you." You shuffle under the covers.

"Goodnight, I love you." He presses a kiss against your temple, reaching a hand around your torso to palm your stomach. In a smaller voice, he whispers. "I love you, too."

[scarletevening]

twister [ sakusa kiyoomi ]

its my bday so bday drabble hehehe

cw: foul language, some suggestive bits, implied fem!reader

“scratch my back,” sakusa groans, melting into the couch, lying on his stomach with his bulky legs on your lap,

“no, you can do it yourself,” you dramatically groaned back, too tired from work. he shot a glare over his shoulder, freshly washed hair sticking to his forehead in strands. you gave a sarcastic smile back to him, leaning over and running your fingers through his hair, causing him to soften, 

“at least scratch my scalp,“ he pleaded, causing you to do anything but humor him as you pulled your hand away, to his disappointment. “c’mon, sweetheart, please,“ he whined, 

“with your wrists you could probably do it by yourself.“ he groaned, a dramatic, exhausted, emotional, angry, exhale leaving his lips. you could feel your chest tighten as you silently laughed, opting to loudly inhale. another glare, with a smile you couldn’t see.

“I’m not a contortionist, now please scratch my fucking back” you can’t help it as you laugh, holding onto his calves as you laugh, his choking chuckle joining you

“when did you get so needy? and besides, not a contortionist my ass have you seen your wrists??” he scoffs, 

“Yeah, my wrists dumbass, besides i’ve seen my wrists plenty when i fing--”, you slam a pillow on his head, laughter abruptly stopped by your jaw on the floor and the muted retaliations as kiyoomi reaches back to grasp at the pillow, bursting out into laughter as he sees your face, dumbfounded with your mouth wide open. he can feel his eyes burning as he shakes with amusement, his legs raising out of your lap as he turned his upper body to rest on one arm and look at you. Your face filled with an obnoxious grin, neck pulled taught at you pursed your lips together to not laugh, kiyoomi simply looking at you, the same expression on his face. 

and when your eyes met, the two of you turned to kids, laughing and giggling like there wouldn’t be a noise complaint about your idiotic humor, hands slamming against the surface of the sofa, choking in unfunny humor as your stomachs began to hurt. 

your eyes filled with tears as you escaped the weight of his legs to lie on top of him, still exasperated and laughing, kiyoomi using the pillow to defend himself as you nearly shouted when he opened his mouth again, grinning.

“i’ll shut up if you scratch my back.“

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he gives me such deep ‘i make dirty jokes with everyone and you can’t stop me’ vibes it actually insane [thats literally me]  i just love the idea of domestic life its so cutie

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[natashawritesstuff]

Your fics are so adorable!

Can I request (if you still take them,ofc) an after the wedding headcanon/scenario with Sakusa and Hinata, thanks!

thank you! hope you enjoy

after the wedding 1 2

time-skip spoliers

Sakusa

You and Sakusa have been married for one week, three days, and twelve hours. 

You didn’t think your life with him could get any better until those precious words fell from his lips punctuated by the slip of a ring on your finger. 

The two of you rented out a secluded cabin in Alaska and formed a little bubble inside the four walls. 

Mornings were slow. Today in particular you woke up earlier than he, and when you got up to brush your teeth, he quickly pulled you back down against his chest as he all but whined, “five more minutes,” which turned into an hour. 

You watch him cook breakfast from the island with the barstools and if you listen closely, you hear him humming the song that played during your first dance.

You were in a teasing mood and when he began plating the food, you tell him, “Omi, I think there’s something on your hand.”

“What?” Sakusa instantly stopped what he was doing and observes his hands, he swears he washed them at least five times before entering the kitchen and let out a series of small curses not finding anything. 

“Come here, let me help,” you offer and he quickly walks over to you. 

You tug on his left hand and point to his ring finger and ask, “that, what is that?”

Sakusa can only sigh in what’s a mixture of annoyance and amusement. “I got married actually,” he explained, entertaining you. 

“Oh, what a lucky guy.”

“Eh, they’re alright,” he jokes. Before he can properly laugh, you pull him over the countertop for a kiss that leaves him flustered and his cheeks stained red.

“You were saying?” you poked. 

“I- um …I’m a lucky guy,” he confesses, lightly touching his lips.

You nod, replacing his hand with your own, wiping the excess chapstick off of his face, agreeing, “the luckiest.”

Hinata

You wish you’d have learned it earlier but Hinata, while he is the best husband, is anything but the smartest. 

When doing the wedding planning a big topic was when you were going to have the wedding. Hinata pushed for a summer wedding, specifically so it could be on his birthday, so his favorite day of the year and the best day of his life can be combined. Foolproof. Not idiot proof of course, because when he finds out he’s been selected for the Olympic team in April, it’s too late you reschedule the date so rather than spending you spend your honeymoon in the Maldives you spend in the MSBY gym in the last unofficial practice before they leave for the games. Surrounded by grunts and screams of adult men, while you try your best to keep quiet but every now and then a loud scream of-

“That was ten centimeters from my head!” is always needed.

“Sorry Y/N,” Bokuto apologizes and you sigh.

It was the fifth near-concussion experience of the day and you decided you needed a break. While Hinata looked preoccupied with practicing his serve you sneak out of the gym and find a nearby empty hallway to hide away in. Although, after only fifteen seconds the doors open, followed by your husband sprinting down the hall toward you. 

“That last serve was for you, why’d you miss it?” he asks smiling brightly and you feel your heart warm at the sight.

You don’t answer but still, he knows. “You’re not having fun, are you?”

You sheepishly shake your head and he grabs your hand, leading you to a nearby bench, as he pulls you onto his lap.

“I’m really sorry.”

“Baby you don’t have to-”

“It’s our honeymoon and I have you holed up in a volleyball gym.”

“I think the stadium is convertible actually,” you teased and he nuzzled his head into your shoulder out of embarrassment. “Hey.” You lift his head up to get him to look at you and you smile. “It’s fine. I knew what I was getting into marrying a big shot volleyball player.”

“I’m not a bigshot,” he mumbled, surprisingly humble for a soon to be Olympic athlete; now shy about his accomplishments in a way he only got with you. 

“Just promise me one thing?” you ask and he nods. “That we’ll go on a  real honeymoon, after you win.”

He agrees, “I promise.” 

If there was one thing you knew about HInata is that he never breaks a promise, the first one he made to, in fact was the very reason matching rings adorned each of your third fingers.

Bonus: 

“Nice one Hinata,” Atsumu screams after the ginger landed a hard to reach spike, hitting it just within the boundary lines. 

“Thanks!” he says before he jogs off court and runs to the stands to give you a sweaty, rushed, but sweet kiss before he runs back to his teammates who are all confused. 

“Good luck,” he reasons. 

“You know you can’t do that during game time right,” Ushijima says.

Hinata shrugs and he presses further, “I’m gonna need you to say yes Shoyo.”

Hinata remains silent. 

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[n0tananimegirl]

skts || Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you

Atsumu let out a deep sigh as the door clicked shut behind him. His eyes fall closed and he leaned against the wood, giving himself a moment to relax. 

He was exhausted.

Today was supposed to be his day off. With no practice, sponsorship photo shoots, or matches, Atsumu expected to spend time with his boyfriend at home.

But Osamu needed his help at the shop. He had nearly all his staff call in for various reasons leaving only the owner to handle the lunch and dinner rushes. Of course, Atsumu would go when Samu called for him. He had a hard time saying no to his twin after all.

So instead of spending the day doing nothing with Omi, he had spent it taking orders, cleaning off tables, and forming rice balls.

He scrunched his nose knowing the scent of food clung to him unpleasantly. There was no way his Omi would come near him with a ten-foot pole in this state. He desperately needed a shower.

Toeing off his shoes without moving from his spot, Atsumu called out a tired, “I’m home.” in greeting. 

“Atsu.” 

He opened his eyes to see Omi standing in front of him, concern written on his face. 

Atsumu smiled softly “Hey love.” 

“Are you okay?” Kiyoomi questioned taking a step closer.

Atsumu held a hand up to stop him from getting too close but immediately regretted it seeing the hurt flash in those pretty, dark eyes. He winced slightly “Sorry Omi, I just reek of food right now, not pleasant. I’ll hug ya after I get a shower.”

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and stepped forward anyway, pulling the blond into his arms. Atsumu immediately melted at the gesture “I don’t care what you smell like, well I do, but not right now.” He chuckled pressing a kiss into Atsu’s hair “I missed you.”

“I’m so fuckin tired Omi.” He bemoaned into his neck “I missed ya too by the way.” 

Kiyoomi hummed and pressed another kiss to his temple “I know sweetheart but I have a surprise for you.” 

Atsumu noticeably perks up “Ya do?”

“Mhmm. First, let’s shower okay? You do stink.” He grinned, pulling away from his boyfriend. 

“Omiiiiii” The blond whined but allowed himself to be led further into their shared apartment. Immediately, he noticed the dim lights and the candles that littered the room.

 “Omi?” He questioned peering up at his boyfriend. Kiyoomi ignored him and continued pulling him toward the bathroom. To his surprise, also lit with candles.

Once inside Kiyoomi brought him into deep kiss making his head spin. “I wanted to do something to help you relax, I know you worked hard with your brother and figured you’d be exhausted at the end of the day.” He said after pulling away from Atsumu’s lips. His thumb brushed across his cheek lovingly “Will you let me pamper you a bit baby?” 

“Yeah.” Atsumu responded breathlessly “Ya can pamper me, Omi.”

The smell of lavender and eucalyptus filled the air as Kiyoomi slowly removed Atsumu’s clothes. He placed a kiss on each newly exposed part of his body. Lips trailed from his neck, over the top of his shoulders, and down his back. Atsumu sighed happily letting Kiyoomi continue his ministrations. Once fully undressed Kiyoomi turned on the shower, cranking it to a hotter temperature.

He gestured for Atsumu to enter first and followed behind him, crowding the setter and wrapping his arms around golden tan shoulders. The water rained on them soaking their hair and bodies.

Atsumu laid his head against Kiyoomi’s shoulder and shut his eyes, feeling the exhaustion from the day wash off him, while his lover trailed kisses up and down his neck. “Let me wash your hair, baby,” Kiyoomi murmured, mouth pressed onto his nape.

“Okay, Omi.” Atsumu leaned forward while Kiyoomi reached around him to grab his boyfriend’s purple shampoo that he insists on always using. Long fingers scrubbed the shampoo into platinum hair, Atsumu let out a groan as Kiyoomi’s nails scratched into his head.

He continued his massage for god knows how long, Atsumu was merely enjoying having Kiyoomi’s hands on him. “Time to rinse, beautiful.” Kiyoomi’s deep voice says into his ear. Atsumu pouted slightly but did as he was told and ducked his head under the water.

Kiyoomi repeated the action when it came time to condition Atsumu’s hair. While the blond was rinsing his hair off again, Kiyoomi began his hair routine, smiling softly as Atsumu watched him with wide golden eyes.

The curly-haired man spent the most time lathering Atsumu in lavender body wash. His hands were strong yet gentle against each curve and bump of his muscular body. Kiyoomi handled Atsumu not as the fit athlete he was but as something more fragile; something precious.

Although to Kiyoomi, Atsumu was something precious. 

“You’re perfect, baby.” He whispered holding Atsumu closer to his body, loving how they molded perfectly together. As if they were meant to be.

They stayed under the water a little longer until Atsumu’s stomach began to growl. Kiyoomi snickered at his pink cheeks and helped him out of the shower. Atsumu was well-dried and dressed in black boxers and Kiyoomi’s Black Jackals hoodie (something he loved to steal often)

Kiyoomi ordered Atsumu to sit at their dining table while he retrieved their dinner “Ya cooked dinner, Omi?!” He asked incredulously. Usually, Atsumu would be the one to make dinner for them; Kiyoomi was usually hopeless in the kitchen.

"I did my best," Kiyoomi admitted, a blush high on his cheeks, "Osamu sent me a recipe with fatty tuna in it. I figured it would be something you'd want to eat when you got home." 

“Omi.” He breathed out, touched that Kiyoomi made that kind of effort, even going as far as to make his favorite food. “I hope it’s okay.” A soft kiss was pressed to his forehead.

Atsumu lifted a hand to cupped Kiyoomi’s cheek, admiring porcelain skin and dark eyes “I’m sure it’s amazing Omi.” 

Kiyoomi smiled and turned his head to kiss the palm cupping his cheek “Eat up baby.”

The couple enjoyed their meal together. Kiyoomi recounted his day and the chores he got done while Atsumu told stories of his time at the stop and how Osamu worked him like a pack mule. Through his boyfriend's grumbling, Kiyoomi could see how happy Atsumu was to spend time with his twin, even if it meant having to work on his day off. 

At the end of dinner, both men entered the kitchen to put their dishes in the sink. Before Atsumu could begin washing them, Kiyoomi was pulling him into his arms and swaying them gently.

“Omi?” Atsumu’s startled laugh made a smile grow on Kiyoomi’s face “What about the di-“ 

“Don’t worry about it Atsu.” His boyfriend murmurs, tightening his grip around his waist. 

“But-“

“I’ll take care of it later baby, let me dance with the love of my life okay?” Kiyoomi expressed, bringing a hand up to cup his face, staring at Atsumu as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world. 

“Okay, okay. Sorry.” Atsumu relented, finally relaxing in his arms.

They continued to sway to an unknown rhythm until he felt Kiyoomi shift and suddenly the soft sound of music began to play. The blond smiled into his boyfriend’s chest hearing the song choice. They danced together in their kitchen as each song played after another.

“Thank ya for this Omi,” Atsumu spoke lowly. keeping his head resting on Kiyoomi, a happy smile stretched across his face.

 “Of course Atsu. You deserve this and more. I’m just glad I get to be the one who gets to spoil you like this.” Kiyoomi pulled back to brush Atsumu’s hair away from his face before leaning in to kiss him softly “I love you, baby. I’d do anything for you, on your best days and your worst.”

Atsumu felt tears well in his eyes at the confession. No matter how many years they’ve spent together hearing his Omi tell him how much he loved him never failed to make him emotional. 

“I love ya too Omi, more than anything in the world.” 

[polafairy]

SAKUATSU (and other rarepair ships) FIC MASTERLIST!

saw someone do this and i just had to give my 2 cents because i have way too much love for these! some of these recs are no stranger to sexual intimacy for a heads up! One thing guaranteed is that all of these are completed, and HEA despite the angst that may come through :)

SAKUATSU

1. smoke and mirrors

ohmygod. i read this in the plane to new york and MY was i seated reading this whole thing. this sneaky little fic gave me all the domesticity & fluff my heart couldn't handle but alas, as most fake relationship aus do, it also fucking broke me BUT picked the pieces back up very nicely. 10/10.

(msby jackals, r-rated, CUTE)

2. the affective presence of our black and white reruns

lord have merthy. literally pining at its best!! they are both idiots and bad at feelings but good at.. very good at /it/. also you should keep in mind that this fic is inspired by paramore's all i wanted was you and let me tell you nothing bad ever comes out of being inspired by paramore. ever. skts from u-18 camp up until msby jackals.

3. bound

AHHHHH. LITERALLY the crème de la crème of slow burn. Actors au? Check. Killer banter? Check. Gratifying cast of characters? CHECK. ao3 user internetpistol is VITAL to the sakuatsu fanfiction circle, all her works are must-reads! very r-rated. as in this is equal amounts porn and feelings.

4. hand study

THIS IS CRACK. If you need to believe in love again this is literally all you need. It also breaks you for extra measure on the realness. This is also Atsumu with hand fetish reserved only for Kiyoomi but accidently injures it during practice so now he decides to take care of Kiyoomi in his apartment where they do sexy domestic couple shit and slowly fall in love and fuck it up but resolve it again. The perfect ingredients list as u can tell.

(MSBY jackals, fluff, r-rated)

5. play among the stars

I usually take a hard pass on sci-fi material BUT HELLO??? SEXY BODYGUARD KIYOOMI AND SEXY CRIMINAL ATSUMU STUCK ON THE MOON FOR 2 MONTHS?? What insane person would pass on that. Also very easy to pick up on despite its content surrounding on space. r-rated.

6. again, until it's perfect

this is utter perfection. I have so much love for skts stupidity and top tier banter and this is just all of that but also gives satisfaction to the heart.

(easy one-sitting read, msby teammates skts, fluff)

7. three sheets to the wind

this is literature. like miss ao3 user fairycake can write romeo and juliet but shakespear will never be able to write three sheets to the wind by ao3 user fairycake. lil bit r-rated

(pirate au, heaven sent, witty as hell, impressive humor)

RAREPAIRS

1. persephone by batman

kageyama/tsukishima. arranged marriage. strangers to lovers. lyrical writing it almost ALMOST puts t swift to shame. feelings dripped in gold.

2. venus planet of love by fatal

kageyama/kunimi. again with the lyrical writing this is literally the integration of love and poetry.

3. hunger by iphido

akaashi/osamu. even more beautiful writing. 2 souls trying to pick up the pieces of their hearts together i love them.

4. questionnaire by iphido

kageyama/oikawa. poetry through an interview and it's very short but just very sweet.

5. the contest between by batman

akaashi/osamu. this fic has my soul in shambles. it has so much care, research, and love for food and feelings. the chef miya osamu (side dilf) agenda is also just excellently done. yearning seeps through every word and i just love this so much please give it a chance.

[daebraeksan]

Sakusa comforts you when you think you’re annoying 

Genre: comfort, domestic, established relationship 

Contents: social anxiety, self deprecating, snack mention (Sakusa is a snack. jk but seriously but also food mentioned in the second paragraph)

Wc: 1312

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You and Sakusa return home from a social engagement, which you felt like didn’t go well for you. You still feel raw and inflamed even, sore from the rejection that you imagined receiving from them. Who’s to say it wasn’t real? You don't know. You can’t tell. You assume rejection has already happened or is imminently happening from everyone. Why wouldn't you?

You look at the floor dully and ignore Sakusa’s proffered leftovers box with some sweets and snacks from the event. 

“Hey, are you okay?”

You’re not okay, of course. But it’s not that easy to say that. And you’re still learning how to accept help. You’re still learning how someone asking if you need help isn’t them saying that you are weak. You’re still learning that “hey are you okay?” is not an accusation.

But because you are still learning all of this, it’s not that easy for you to answer directly or honestly. So instead, you ask, unhelpfully, “What do you mean?”

“I just was wondering if everything was okay,” he repeats, because what else is he supposed to do? You asked a stupid question. Of course! As always. 

You swallow air in your dry throat as you stare up at him. 

“If everything is okay, that’s great. And I love you, and I'm here to talk if you want to talk about anything.”

Of course you want to talk about stuff. You wonder where you should start. You stare at his hand (you want to hold it.)

You look  up at him and you nod. 

“You do want to talk?” he checks.

“Yes, please.”

“Okay.” He turns to completely face you. He is always turning to completely face you. He is always there for you and you are so grateful. Your heart cries (happily.)

“Do you want to sit?” he asks. 

You nod again. You go to sit on the couch and he goes into the kitchen. He brings you both glasses of water and sits down beside you, his hair rustling, and his arm thrown around you.

“Is this okay?” he asks. 

You nod. 

“Good,” he says. “What’s up?”

You wish for a moment, that you both could change into comfy at home clothes before this conversation. He looks delectable in his going out wear, of course, but you want to snuggle into one of his soft sleep shirts.

You take a deep breath. Actually, that would be a great way to procrastinate on this conversation, right? 

Well. Maybe later. 

“Does everyone hate me?”

He blinks. Even though he probably should have known you would be like this, he is still surprised. He still forgets that you can't see yourself the way he sees you—he would never ever imagine that you would even wonder this kind of stuff about yourself. “No, why would you say that?”

“I just feel so stupid and dumb.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way, and I don’t want to invalidate your emotions, but you’re not.”

You huff. “Right. My feelings aren’t facts, but they are valid.”

“Right,” he says.

You look at him, displeased. 

“It’s both,” he adds.

“That’s so confusing.”

He nods. “It doesn’t make sense. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You look at him, hoping the hurt isn’t watering in your eyes too much. But you are really transparent, and he knows you, so you’re sure he can see everything. You can’t even figure out a not annoying way to broach the topic. You wish you could leave it at that, but there’s still more to go. “Am I annoying and awful?”

See? The most annoying way possible.

“No,” he says immediately.

You stare at him.

He arches his eyebrow at you speculatively, judgingly, but he also puts his hand on top of yours comfortingly. 

Your heart pangs. 

“Why do you want me to say yes?” he asks, seriously.  

“Do you think I was annoying today?” you ask, voice tinny.

“No.”

“To everyone else, though?”

He squeezes your hand. “They didn't say anything to me.  I don’t think they think that about you.”

You sigh. You were invited to the gathering. They wouldn't invite you if they didn’t like you. You hope you will continue to be invited. You wonder when you will feel like you aren’t on the precipice of being abandoned. Maybe never! That’s not a comforting thought, though. 

“Do you think I’m annoying?”

“No. I love you. That's why I'm here.” 

“But there are some things I do that are annoying?”

He looks displeased that you are trying to lead him to an answer, but he goes along with it anyway. “I guess. But I don't really think about it in that way. Do you think I'm annoying?”

This is a completely logical and reasonable flip to occur in the conversation, but you are still caught off guard. You are truly 😐🧍. “I mean. I don’t know.”

He can barely contain his smirk and it does make you mad a little bit, that he always seems to have the upper hand. You still love him. But it’s unfair. 

“So you do think I'm annoying?” he asks. 

“There are some things we do differently,” you say, pretending that you can be coy and outmaneuver him. You can’t.

“Right. And everyone does things differently. Like literally every person.”

“Right.”

“So all humans are annoying to everyone.”

“Maybe sometimes.”

“Is that okay?” he asks.

You really don’t know what you did to deserve this. A very calm and logical breakdown of why it doesn’t matter that you are annoying. Or whether you are or not is just a completely irrelevant question because you are surrounded by people who love you, so who cares?

You hate this. Why can’t everyone just hate you because that makes sense in your head? Instead they love you and forgive you and hang around even though you did nothing to deserve it. It’s not adding up. 

Other people’s actions are not adding up. It would make you feel better if things made sense in your heart, and head. If you could trust what you were seeing with your eyes with what your internal beliefs are. 

But maybe your internal beliefs have to change to match reality. Because you can’t keep living like this, doing this bad math. It’s not fun. It’s annoying. 

“Yeah, I guess it’s okay.” 

“Is it okay to not like someone 100% of the time?” 

That’s where it’s getting you. It is scary. Which percent is going to be the percent where you get abandoned? You can’t be sure. You look at him. You know the “right” answer but you don’t believe it.

“100% seems like perfection,” he says. “Which is…” he looks at you meaningfully.

“Unrealistic?” you ask. 

“Yeah.”

You sigh. “Okay.” 

“Okay,” he says back. 

You stare at him.

He pokes you in the belly.

“What?” you say. “How dare you?”  you ask but he’s already poking you in the shoulder. 

“Okay,” you say. “You’ve made your point.”

“I’m always right,” he says. 

“You’re not even right about that, and we’re going to leave it there,” you say, jumping to your feet.

Or you would, except he completely intercepted you, and brought you back down to the couch, onto his lap. He pressed kisses to your cheek and neck, and you squirm halfheartedly, but you’re not actually trying to get away.

“I don’t think you’re annoying,” he repeated. 

“Thank you.”

“I think you’re great, and I love you, and I love spending time with you.”

“Thank you.”

“I mean it.”

You sigh. Maybe it’s not the end of the world to be annoying. People really don’t like annoying people, though. But different people think different things are annoying. Anyone can be annoying to anyone. That’s compatibility.

You’re fine. Everything is fine. After a great little anxiety burst, everything ended up fine, as per normal. What else is new?

[sakuatsusimp]

It is a well-known fact that both Atsumu and Kiyoomi are mean, and of course they fight a lot. Atsumu always has snarky comments or mean insults at the tip of his tongue ready to be thrown at the other person, but when things go overboard and Atsumu actually gets genuinely hurt or upset he just shuts up and leaves without a word or a second glance at the other person.

So one day, Sakusa and Atsumu have this huge fight. Kiyoomi accidentally says, 'I regret everything', and he /feels/ the mood in the room shift. He watches as Atsumu swallows whatever he had planned to say and just stares at omi. Then he gets up and walks out of the room. He just leaves without a single word.

Now Kiyoomi has never seen Atsumu leave in a middle of a fight. He is scared. He is terrified of what he has done. He actually didn't mean to phrase it that way. Now he was too afraid to even call Atsumu.

That night Atsumu returns late at night. He finds Kiyoomi fast asleep on the table, his head resting on his arms. He looks like he had been waiting for atsumu to come back but fell asleep instead. There was a bouquet of purple hyacinth in front of him. Suddenly he feels omi mumble something. He leans down to listen to what he was saying and hears him mumbling softly "did'nt mean it....'on't hate me, atsu. I love you."

[lemontsumu]

It was a consensus they had set early on.

A simple gesture to shut one up when he rambled more than necessary—a smooch on the lips to beckon him to halt, to take a moment, and to breathe. Contrary to popular belief, Hajime loved listening to his beloved chatter about the most trivial things, so he didn’t use the cue often.

Not when Tooru profoundly criticized Kageyama’s serves in the Brazil Olympics and blatantly denied watching the game more than once (a lie), nor when he mindlessly veered from one misadventure to another with Sebastian and Mira (god knows who they were) in half Japanese and half Spanish, sprinkles of English slang. No, Hajime indulgently paid attention to every word, every roll of tongue, and every prolonged consonant from Tooru’s mouth—smiling ever so fondly when it inevitably puckers to a pout.

The only times Iwaizumi did shush him was when Tooru began to overthink and doubt himself, unwittingly spiralling to needless negativity. Then, Hajime utilized his wildcard, and Tooru would instantly catch up with a hushed, “Hai, hai. I was rambling, wasn’t I? Lo siento, mi amor.”

Hajime would pull him in for another kiss, less rushed and just as tender as the first, until Tooru melted in his arms, basking in his safe warmth.

In some instances, Hajime took Tooru aback, calloused fingers outlining his firm sides and settling on the nub between his nape and his spine; craning Tooru’s face to meet his own and whispering a small, “Hi.”

First, a soft peck on the corner of his mouth, then a gentle nip on his lower lip that made Tooru gasp, easily coaxing Hajime’s tongue in. They’ve been together most of their lives—apart for a while—but intimate moments like these will always feel new yet familiar, special. All at once.

“I wasn’t even talking?” Tooru raised a questioning brow when they parted for a while.

“Hmm? Can’t I kiss mi esposo just because I felt like it?” Hajime asked back as he rubbed circles on Tooru’s slightly puffed cheeks, a tinge of pink on the tip of his ears.

Then, suddenly, another couple entered the room like they owned the space, carefree and giggling; completely unashamed. “Ew,” Kiyoomi teased as he trudged towards the water dispenser in the corner of the kitchen.

“Eeeww,” parroted Atsumu, dramatic as ever, of course. As if Kiyoomi wasn’t giving him a piggyback while he filled his highlighter-hued hydro flask.

“Now can I kick them out of our house?” Tooru rolled his eyes and turned to his husband, lacing their fingers entwined.

Hajime chortled hoarsely and reeled him in one swift motion, not in the least unfazed by the intruders. “Don’t bother, cariño. Just let the children watch.”

And he leaned in to smooch Tooru more fervently, leaving the younger pair in the background wallowing in sweet envy.

[bokutizer]

dada's so pwetty!

Includes : Sakusa, Oikawa, Suna Summary : Just a few daughters being enchanted by their dadas' looks Tags : fem!reader, fluff, domestic bliss pt. 2

You don't know what it is about SAKUSA, but you're sure he must be able to use some kind of sorcery. Because while you usually spend hours of playing volleyball with your daughter in your garden in hopes of tiring her out, reading to her, preparing a glass of warm milk for her before bed- While you do all of that to get your little mouse to sleep, all Sakusa has to do is lie down with her. That's it. Not a single effort needed. You would have kept on hanging onto your sorcery theory if one day you had not been silently standing outside of your daughter's room, the door slightly ajar and allowing you to view her and your husband lying together in her bed.

Sakusa is quiet as he lets her play with the dark curls on his head, his arm loosely wrapped around her back and keeping her close to him. He watches the way the ends of his hair wrap around her chubby fingers, the sight of it probably having an entrancing effect on her by the way her eyes slowly start getting droopier. It's usually like this. And it only takes a few minutes until her hand falls limply beside her head, and soft quiet snores start leaving her mouth. This time, however, Sakusa's able to hear her mutter something under her breath before her eyes fall shut. "Dada's so pretty." It's thanks to the complete silence in the room that he's able to hear it. And as always, Sakusa carefully gets up from the bed, tucking the blanket to her chin, and placing a soft peck against her forehead. Though, he doesn't realise that this time his lips linger there a little longer than usual. No sorcery then. Just love.

Shrieks and giggles resonate through the house as OIKAWA chases after the barely three feet short creature with a Yoda mask. You smile and shake your head absentmindedly at the tramping noises they make while speeding from the upper floor down the stairs, and into the kitchen where you're currently making dinner. You hear your daughter calling out to you for help, and you immediately lower the temperature of the stove before you feel her wrap her arms around your leg, trying to hide behind you. Both, Oikawa and you, smile knowingly at each other before he approaches you and wraps an arm around your waist.

"I see one pretty girl, but I could be swearing we had two of those in this house." Five years and one child later, and he's still the same smooth-talker, you think. But his talking does its work, as per usual, when you feel the grip on your leg loosen. "I'm here!" your daughter yells and slips her mask over her head, letting it fall to the ground. She laughs at Oikawa's faux and dramatic astonishment as he swiftly picks her up and holds her up against his chest, tenderly brushing his nose against hers. Small hands grab ahold of his face, his cheeks cradled in her soft palms when she speaks with an endearingly serious expression. "But dada's also pwetty, right mama?" She turns around and looks at you as if waiting for you to approve her statement. And of course you do, especially once you notice some moisture gathering in Oikawa's joyfully sparkling eyes as you lean over to press one peck on a chubby cheek and the other on one that somehow looks rosier than usual. "Yeah, he is."

SUNA always wonders how they do it. These menaces. These bad influences. These hooligans- The Miya twins. He will never understand why their annoyingly stupid antics are so hilarious to his daughter. So hilarious that she even once claimed wanting to marry one of them when she gets older. (At least she was referring to 'Samu, he thinks.) But as he watches Atsumu hold his daughter's fox plushy that Kita had once gifted her for her third birthday, moving it back and forth while talking in that high pitched voice, he has to admit that the twins can be quite an attraction. His daughter obviously thinks the same as she attentively listens to what Mr. Foxy (the toy - or rather Atsumu?) has to tell her.

Yes, the Miya twins are all fun and games. But there is only so much of excitement and action that a four year old's body can take. And once the exhaustion sets in, triggering her cranky and moody side, the only one she wants to be with are either her mommy or daddy. Luckily, the onigri shop has quietened down, only a few customers left that are finishing their meals. "C'mere." Suna says softly when he notices his daughter's eyes glaze over with sleepiness and she starts rubbing them. He's quick to cradle her against his chest, completely dwarfing her, as his hands rub small circles along her back when she leans her head against his shoulder. "We're leaving soon, then we'll go sleep. That' sound good?" He feels her cheek brush against his shirt as she quietly nods, but before her daddy's light strokes along her back and hair lull her to sleep, she catches uncle 'Tsumu say something to uncle 'Samu while holding her plushy up. "Check this. Mr Foxy looks just like Sunarin." Hearing their snickers, Suna swears he's about to give them a child-friendly comeback until a frail, whispering voice catches him off-guard. "Nuh-uh. Dada's prettier than Mr. Foxy." He's just glad the twins didn't catch it, otherwise he wouldn't hear the end of it.

[satoruzlove]

not proofread, kiyo being a dick to atsumu, anxious reader

you sigh in relief when the cold midnight air greets you like an old friend. you smile and hug your cardigan closer to yourself, closing the beautiful french doors of shoyo’s balcony behind you. the party was nice, you would admit, lots of warm food and a very playful , light air about it. the entirety of the jackals was over along with their partners which was alot for you, so as time passed your social battery really couldn’t keep up.

you snuck away after having a conversation with bokuto’s boyfriend, keiji he said his name was. he was the only person apart from your boyfriend that seemed to be more introverted. despite that, you really couldn’t bare to be around anyone anymore. you’d spend the last two hours socialising and listening to atsumu talking about something you couldn’t care less about.

you liked the boys. they’re all very sweet and hardworking, but you just weren’t a party person. you were only here for kiyoomi. he’d explained many times that he didn’t even want to be there, that he’d rather be home with you and your cat, he whined between kisses. you insisted that he went, because he never does. he needs to hold some kind of relationship with his team- they’ll be together for a very long while.

kiyoomi noticed your absence almost immediately but couldn’t find a way to join you without raising suspicion, or worse, risking anyone following him and being the reason you can’t recharge. his thumb and index finger fiddled with his promise ring - the one with your name on it - as his hand was in his pocket. the other held a drink that he didn’t even like. he felt very on edge in crowds and more so when you weren’t with him.

eventually everyone started doing shots and he saw his chance. he slowly snuck out to the balcony where he saw your figure leaned against the wood of it. your boyfriend was very careful to not startle you as he carefully closed the doors behind him. he filled the empty spot beside you with his large figure. you pass him a small smile. he leans against you every so slightly when he realises that his social battery had died too- he just hadn’t noticed.

the weight of him felt good. like your own personal anchor or a weighted blanket. calloused palms rest atop yours and your promise rings align. kiyoomi feels his heart swell at the sight of it, and he finally speaks. “you could’ve taken me too, y’know,” he mumbled. you laugh airily at the whine in his tone, “ this is your team party , kiyo. i can sneak away without people noticing - but you,” you hold a few of his fingers as you make eye contact, “people’ll notice if you’re not there. especially atsumu.” you giggle at the last bit. he shoves you softly, “god knows i’d rather he didn’t,” he chuckled. “i think it’s cute how much they admire you, ki,” you say softly . he hums, you feel the vibration in his throat right above your forehead. “i guess..? i just, i like it when they’re not loud about it. i like silent appreciation.” he explains to you. now you hum, he always has been that way.

“i guess not everyone shows it the same,” you tutted playfully. he casts an affectionate gaze your way. “we can leave soon if you want,” kiyoomi offers. you brush his battered knuckles against the soft of your lips, not even glancing at him. if you did, you’d see the magenta hues on his cheeks and the hooded sensuality in his gaze. “ if you really want to,” you hummed. kiyoomi did want to go. he wanted to leave and be alone with you, to protect and nurture the energy in him. to be in a familiar and comforting presence as your own.

however he couldn’t bring himself to move , to grab for his keys. the intimacy of the moment felt surreal to him. the bite of the air, the steamy breath of yours on his hand, the muffled music and laughter just a few rooms away. it felt like he wasn’t in his body- because a few years ago he never thought he’d experience love this way. in a way that makes everything else stupid. in a way that makes him feel that maybe the way he loves isn’t stupid.

kiyoomi’s lips find yours easily. his broad palms holding your jaws as yours lazily link around his slender hips. his lips mesh with yours, the taste of shitty beer evident on his tongue and the smell of tom ford on his skin. your thumb searches for skin, finding it under his hoodie and rubbing at the tender flesh. he sighs dreamily into you.

he pulls away, the air fogging up when he breathes from how cold it’s getting. “ maybe we should-“,” woah, omi.”

atsumu’s voice brings rage to kiyoomi like never before. the blond continues. “ didn’t know you had it in ya to just make out with your partner like this. props, i guess,” atsumu laughed. your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “miya , i’d appreciate it if you left us alone, there’s a reason we took a fucking hike from the room,” your boyfriend spat. atsumu winces at the harsh tone, and you almost feel bad for him. part of you knows he was just making a little joke and that you should ask kiyoomi to say sorry, but he takes your hand before you can say anything. you hear the jingle of keys that were tethered to your boyfriend’s belt loops.

in no time, you’re in the car and driving. “ that was mean, what you said to atsumu,” you say , breaking the silence. kiyoomi glances at you, not a tinge of annoyance in his gaze that you’d usually see if he disagreed. he nods curtly. “ i know, i was mad,” he answered. you look at him, “ you cant be mean just because you’re mad, ki,” you scold softly. he nods once more. “ i shouldnt, i just felt annoyed . i didn’t even wanna go in the first place, i finally got comfortable and he just came and shat all over it with some dumbass joke,” he explains. you purse your lips.

“ no more parties if you don’t want to,” you say. he spares you another glance and there’s two beats of silence. “ .. promise ?” he asks like a child. you nod at him and you feel a large hand on yours over the console . kiyoomi feels a warmth spread through his middle, into his chest, all over him. a peace he can only get from you. no matter who upset him or chose to ignore the way he is, whoever disagreed with his habits- you would always understand. you kept him sane.

[oomisluvr]

YOURS, MINE, OURS (I COULD DO THIS FOR HOURS)

SYNOPSIS: kiyoomi sucks at housework and you are absolutely no help.

WARNINGS: none! probably some swearing, but that’s all :’) useless!sakusa, never-learned-now-to-hang-a-photo!sakusa, also the beginning of domestic!sakusa, sfw!

“It’s a little crooked. Tilt the left side up a bit–No! My left, not yours.”

“We’re facing the same direction, love. It’s the same left.”

“Don’t sass me.” You suck your teeth, “You’re the one that asked for my help.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kiyoomi dismisses you, arms still outstretched to successfully level the small frame, “Does this look any better?”

It doesn’t. It's actually worse now.

“Looks fantastic.” You quip helpfully.

With a final huff, Kiyoomi steps back to look at his handiwork, hands braced on his hips like a proud father. Silence weighs heavy between you two. He sighs.

“I’m gonna burn down this entire building.”

“It’s not that bad, babe.”

“This looks awful. I mean, did I put this up during an earthquake? What even happened?”

“It’s an easy fix. 30 minutes max.”

“Tiktok made it look so easy.” He groans, heading for the kitchen, “‘Quick-and-easy home project’, my ass. This whole ordeal has been lengthy and difficult.”

“You’re not gonna fix it?” You ask, a bit shocked. Kiyoomi’s never been the type to abandon a project of any kind.

“I know my limits. It’s tomorrow's problem.” He decides, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet and hunting for some cereal. Brown eyes peer into your own, “Do I have you for the weekend or are you going home?”

“I think I’ll stay.“ You hum, watching him pour milk into the small ceramic bowl, “Only if we get breakfast in the morning.”

You’ve been told Kiyoomi’s been less uptight since dating you. More friendly. Open-minded. Willing to try new things. You’ve watched him grow significantly since when you first started seeing him, and you’re secure enough in this relationship to say you’ve loved every version of him. You were friends before you were anything more, and dating him has made your relationship even stronger.

“Done.” He nods, capping the milk, “I’ve been meaning to give you something, by the way.” You watch him rummage through the kitchen drawer, a slight tremor in his movements. Whatever he was searching for lands in your hand with a light toss, the object softly clinking when you catch it. “I want you to have this.”

Unequivocal access to his private space. The key to his house. You blink. 

“A key? You want me to start picking up your mail?”

He rolls his eyes, “What I would like is for you to move in with me, but I figured this is the first step.”

“This is…” You swallow, staring down at the metal as if it were alien, “A very big step.”

“I know. I trust you, though.”

To say you’re shocked in an understatement. Your relationship has been nothing short of amazing, but Kiyoomi’s always valued personal space. You expected this stage to come much further down the road.

“My lease ends in a few months.”

“I know.” You see it now, the nervousness radiating off of him. “Believe it or not, I like having you around.”

Shaking your head, “You’ll get sick of me.”

“Impossible. I adore you.”

“I’m messier than you. I’ll leave my clothes everywhere.”

“Then we’ll just have to do laundry together. You wash and I’ll fold?”

“I can’t cook.”

“Me neither.” He suppresses a grin, “But I trust that we’ll figure it out.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m not going to win this, am I?”

He shakes his head, black curls bouncing effortlessly with the movement, “Nope.”

Your expression softens, “I’ll drive you crazy.”

He hums, dipping down to press his lips to yours, “You already do.”

Jumpcut to all the pictures falling off the wall and shattering because Kiyoomi has no life skills :D

THANKS FOR READING!!

[dokifluffs]

How They Would Take Care of Their Sick Kids | Sakusa, Osamu

Pairings: Sakusa X Reader (female), Osamu X Reader (female)

Genre: good ol' domestic dad fluff heheheeh

tutuwusworld asked: Hi!! Glad you’re back here💗So I was thinking about is how (mainly Osamu), and Sakusa would take care of their sick child and the different ways of them comforting their kids💗

Author's Note: hehehe hi and thanks! I like being back heheh it forces me to write, which also helps me improve and get back to things hehe!

as much as he hated germs, he hated seeing his baby/ babies being sick and suffering

which ig would make him despise germs even more tbh

since they made his bb/ bbs (baby/ babies) sick

he would be gentle with them, and take care of them even if it meant getting his hands and himself dirty

but anything for his bb/ bbs

when it first happened where his bb/ bbs got sick, he rushed them to the hospital, insisting that they stayed there until his bb/bbs were better

he had the doctors and nurses on speed dial

but now this second time around, he was more ready having learned from the first time

he would be on a tight routine to change them out of any sweaty clothes, tucking them in, changing their cooling forehead patches

making fresh food with scrubbed clean ingredients

everything

if his bb or bbs couldn't sleep, you bet he would hold them close

he would make sure is body warmth was also keeping them warm too

cradling them, rocking them, rubbing their little backs until they were sound asleep

he didn't mind doing the extra laundry if it meant that they actually got rest and they slept

even just a short nap

as soon as they were sound asleep, this mans would be whipping out his steamer, steaming all high-touch surfaces like their toys, door handles, and tables, cleaning and disinfecting everything

but at night, he was also on high alert

even when you were home to take care of them and when you took his turn to watch over them, he insisted on staying with you

The two of you sat at the ends of their low cribs in your guys' bedroom and just watched the two of them sleep side by side in their own crib in the low light of the bedroom, the sound machine playing the soft sound of waves washing against a shore

tucked in, wearing their matching little pjs

"they seem to be doing better," you spoke in a soft voice to your husband as he sat beside you, his hand resting on your lower back, fingers drawing random small shapes against your soft skin, his chin resting on your shoulder

"mmhm," he agreed with you, nodding gently into your shoulder

his eyes glanced back and forth watching them slightly move every now and then

he never thought that one day, such small human beings would mean the world and everything beyond to him

he would some nights, depending on how his bbs were throughout the day, would stay up later or sleep less so he could watch over them, sitting right beside them at their cribs

he would be right beside them, helping their little immune systems fight off these bad germs

Warning! Spoilers to what osamu does post-time skip!

You know this mans was feeding his family good stuff

like when you were pregnant with your little buns (what samu thought they looked like when they were born)

you ate the best foods

you were surprised how you were able to push such plump little buns out of you, 2 of them as a matter of fact

but they were very healthy

over the years, their plumpness became proportionate to their bodies as they grew

now they were able to balance and walk, they started running, playing outside, building their immunes

that was until something apparently had been going around while they were at daycare

and some parent still brought their child in, even though they were very sick and it spread to your guys' little buns

the two of you were mostly calm

took them to the doctors the first thing a fever was detected

making sure they were drinking plenty of fluids and samu was their personal chef

he knew what each of his bbs liked and made sure they both got their nutrients and all the other good stuff

he seemed calm on the outside but he did have a subtle, consistent wave of worry

he would think about the worst-case scenarios and work harder to make sure the foods and soups they were going to eat would be the best

but over time as you saw progress in their recovery, you were able to wipe away his worries without even knowing they were there

"Look who woke up a bit early and wanted to see you," he turned at the stove, hearing the sound of your voice approaching as you walked into the kitchen

you held the younger twin in your arms, the twin that did seem clingier with him but he didn't mind at all

he loved his bbs equally

the little one turned their body and reached toward him upon seeing him

Osamu was used to this

before they were sick, he would hold one while cooking - mainly something simple like stirring a pot

nothing dangerous

he would give them little samples of what he was making, always blowing the spoon or spatula like crazy before feeding them

he wasn't gonna burn his bbs

during baths and put-downs for naps and sleep at night, he always made sure to cuddle his bbs

he knew they were just gonna get bigger from here

after baths were his favorite time

they smelled so clean and fresh in their little pjs

he lay right in between their two little bodies as they hugged his head, cuddling with him

he laid with them until they were fast asleep, listening to the soft chimes of the lullaby gifted from osamu's grandmother

"stay small," he whispered to them, pressing kisses to their heads before slowly rising, and tucking them into their cribs

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congrats on 200 followers and also happy early birthday!🥳 i'd love to see a continuation of track 15 with sakusa (what a surprise) if you can! it's one of my favorite omi fics especially the drunk y/n part and the pre-banquet part🥺

birthday party by ajr

for Track 15: Conversations in the Dark  I want to questions on why I wrote this so fast

You and your husband, Sakusa, weren't really big on birthdays. It’s not as if you didn't celebrate the others or as if you didn’t enjoy them. You just didn’t see the point of going all out for one day when the both of you make a habit of doing random big acts of appreciation throughout the year. 

Nonetheless, however, you two found yourselves running around a grocery looking for decorations like madmen. All of your previous beliefs were thrown out of the window. This year was different, this time was different. 

“Is this cute?” he asks you, holding up a yellow party hat and you shake your head. 

“Omi, that is the ugliest shade I have ever seen.”

“I-”

“That was mean.”

“It was," he agrees.

“I’m sorry,” you say, slumping over against the cart, “this is so stressful.”

“I know, this store is very crowded-”

“Omi.”

“I’m kidding, a little,” he mutters. 

“Oh shit,” you say.

“What?”

“I made you come to the store with me just because I was stressed about the party only for me to waste your time, when I can’t even decide anything. I’m so-”

“Hey, hey,” he says softly, “you just care a lot about this, I get it. If it’s important to you it’s important to me, you didn’t drag me here, I want to do this with you. I love you.”

You pout, “I love you too.”

“Honestly, none of this matters,” he says, picking up a pack of streamers before dropping it back in the cart, “all we need is cake and us together.”

He grabs your hand and leads you to the bakery section, leaving the cart full of overpriced decorations behind. You get a simple vanilla cake with white icing and sprinkles, truly trusting your husband that it will be enough. 

You stick a singular candle in the cake and light it looking up at Sakusa. But neither of you blow the candles out, because it’s not your birthday, nor is it his. You two turn back to the babbling baby, Kameko, your beautiful baby girl, the birthday girl.

“Blow,” you encourage as Sakusa makes the motion with his lips. 

Kameko mimics her father's actions but it amounts to her just spitting on the part of the cake that was facing her. Sakusa pauses the old him would have thrown up in his mouth but looking down at the child that is a perfect mixture of the two of you, he couldn’t possibly be mad. 

He starts clapping for her and you join in, both of you planting a kiss on either side of her head. She babbles more, and gives the two of you a toothless smile. And at that moment, you realize, your heart has never felt more full. He was right, as long as you were all together, things were gonna be just fine. 

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Stray Kids

1-am, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, fluff-@northsoulss

Closer than Friends, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, fluff- @dreamescapeswriting

Invisible Ties, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff- @starseungs

7:30 pm, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, so much fluff- @dreamyyeosang

Lipgloss, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, angst, fluff ending- @hanjisick

Movies, photographer!Kim Seungmin x model!gn!reader, angst, fluff ending- @comet-falls

Wanted if Forever, Kim Seungmin x fem!reader, angst, fluff ending, hurt/comfort- @miel-ji

(Untitled Christmas headcannons), Kim Seungmin x fem!reader, fluff- @sunboki

Dense, Bang Chan x fem!reader, angst- @sunwoowrites

Yeah, Flowers Follow, Seo Changbin x florist!fem!reader, fluff- @catiuskaa

Breakup HCs, Maknae line (hyung line is linked) x fem!reader, ANGST- @dazed—xx

Soft hours tag @rachalixie

Stray Kids Fic Rec List @insidetheravens

Ateez

(Untitled first kiss drabble), Choi San x gn!reader, fluff, mild spice- @bubblyyeonjun

i'm glad i have you with me, Choi San x fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn- @mybelovedwoo

Hunger Games

Harry Potter

Hidden Messages in Foreign Languages, Regulus Black x fem!reader, fluff- @applebutter-and-cinnamon

Sleepy, Regulus Black x gn!reader, fluff- @queerpumpkinnn

so tired, Regulus Black x gn!reader, hurt/comfort- @gilmore-angel

Falling, Regulus Black x fem!ravenclaw!reader, fluff- @ardisia-florence-james

Kissing with Regulus Black would include, Regulus Black x fem!reader, fluff- @angelblacksmith

The Brothers Black, Regulus Black x fem!reader, slight angst, fluff- @sufferingstarlight

A Snake and his Little Bird, Regulus Black x fem!sunshine!reader, some angst, hurt/comfort- @robynlilyblack

Regulus Black Masterlist- @messers-moony

Deadly Favors, Theseus Scamander x gn!reader, angst, fluff ending- @spideyharrington

The Legend of Vox Machina (Critical Role)

(Untitled proposal fic), Percy de Rolo x gn!reader, fluff- @saphirered

Floriography, Percy de Rolo x fem!OC, fluff- @leopardfang15

In the Glade, Percy de Rolo x gn!reader, fluff- @finn-writes-stuff

Mha

Your Soldier, Knight!Takami Keigo x Princess!reader, Royalty AU, fluff- @livlivlivliv

Crimson and Cloves, Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader, Hanahaki AU, angst- @gcpards

(Untitled drabble), Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!reader, so much angst, major character death, fluff ending- @alienaiver

Iida Tenya Masterlist, CONTAINS SOME SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED- @lovinkiri

Haikyuu

HQ Masterlist- @215-luv

HQ Imagines Masterlist- @arhvste

(Untitled drabble), Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader, fluff- @kentolove

Touch-Averse, Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff ending- @watevermelon

You Look Pretty When You Do the Laundry, Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader, fluff- @otoyastoy

I Need to Talk to You, Akaashi Keiji x fem!reader, fluff- @otoyastoy

JuJutsu Kaisen

Sweet Love, Nanami Kento x gn!reader, fluff- @haruchuiyo

Kitchen Charm, Domestic!Nanami Kento x gn!reader, fluff- @itsfairly

Masterlist, CONTAINS SOME SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED- @kentosbabes

rich bf nanami headcannons, Nanami Kento x impliedfem!reader, fluff- @kiyoily

Star Wars

If Only pt. 1 (part 2 is linked), Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!reader, angst- @make-me-imagine

(Untitled breakup drabble), Poe Dameron x gn!reader, angst- @never—doubt

The Arrival of the Pilots, Poe Dameron x gn!reader, mild angst, fluff- @gawaaine

Twilight

Insomnia, Jasper Hale x fem!human!reader, fluff- @junkdrawerfics

Heartbeat, Jasper Hale x fem!human!reader, fluff- @3vergr3en

Squid Game

Eliminated, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, fluff- @sweetenercode

Dating HCs, Hwang Junho x fem!not korean!reader, fluff- @sophiewritesworld

The World Will Suffer, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, angst- @philomaay

Dating HCs, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, fluff- @saebyeoked

Real People

when you fall asleep, Chris Evans x actress!reader, fluff- @imyourbratzdoll

[sakustars]

bed / sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

sfw; fluff; established relationship; timeskip; vv soft & domestic

the shikibuton was a good idea. his parents would probably scoff at him now, cozied up in a nest of blankets on the floor, but he knew a mattress could never beat this.

it had been your decision, after spending your entire childhood sleeping on one, and kiyoomi had grown to love napping on yours during your highschool years as you sat next to him, completing homework on the low coffee table beside.

back then, the touches had been fleeting; shy. your hand carding through his hair or stroking down his cheek as you wrote with the other. a small kiss to your temple and his head on your shoulder when he eventually woke.

he had spent more time in your tiny apartment than his own giant house, so the two of you fell into a natural rhythm when you finally decided to move in together after university.

he pressed himself further into the shikibuton, nosing into your neck and drawing the duvet tighter around you. soft kisses were pressed to the curve of your neck as his fingers drew up and down your spine, tracing your shoulder blades and counting your vertebrae.

he hummed against your throat as you shifted, eyes blinking open against the lines of golden light bleeding into the room through the blinds. your arms came up to hold onto his, whispering a croaky good morning to his chest.

a gentle smile worked it’s way onto his face as his head sank back into the pillow, pulling you closer and whispering it back.

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