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— 11:06pm

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iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

a/n: college au! this is honestly just a little blurb i thought of during the day cuz i just can’t stop thinking of iwa these days smh

wc: 643

you sighed, laying your pen down on the table. you were officially done with your weekend assignments and a glance at the digital clock on your boyfriend’s desk told you it was already 11:06pm on a sunday.

iwaizumi sat cross-legged on his bed with his back against the wall, as he played games on his phone. he had already finished his assignments in the afternoon but being the master procrastinator you were, you left it till the last minute (a/n: like me ngl).

you crawled onto the bed and started to wiggle your way into his lap, finally sitting comfortably between his legs. your head was tucked under his chin and your arms hugged his torso.

“you done with your work?” he asked, half distracted by his game.

“mhmm…” you yawned.

the room was quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan above you, and the sound of gunfire from iwaizumi’s phone. you shifted slightly so your head was against his chest, and you could hear his steady heartbeat.

“i’m sorry babe, i can’t really stop this game right now, oikawa would kill me if i just left him and mattsun halfway through. we’re about to win, though, so just gimme a moment, alright?” he explained.

you looked up and saw that he was in deep concentration. his brows were slightly pinched and his lips were pursed as his eyes darted across the screen. he was mumbling something like “that damn jerk just won’t die”. his fingers hit the screen repeatedly and you giggled at how engrossed your boyfriend was in the game.

the tiniest dimple in his left cheek started to show as he stuck his tongue out in concentration.

so damn cute.

you didn’t mind that he was playing a game with his friends from high school. they hadn’t seen each other since college started, and it was hard to find a time and place for them to meet up. honestly, you didn’t really care what he was doing as long as you got to cuddle with him.

“yes! we got it,” he hissed.

you giggled as he put his phone down on his bedside table and turned back to you. he bent down to kiss you on the lips before reaching over to turn the lights off.

his phone lit up, buzzing with an incoming call just as you two laid on the bed. iwaizumi grunted and reached over to pick it up. you yawned again and closed your eyes.

“iwa-chan~~ where did you go? we’re about to play another game,” you heard the whiny voice of your boyfriend’s best friend on the phone. you peeked at him to see his reaction.

iwaizumi tsked and replied, “go screw yourselves.. i’m with y/n and i gotta sleep, shitty-kawa. i’ll play with you guys next time, okay?”

“ooooh is iwa-chan with his-,” oikawa’s words got cut off as iwaizumi ended the call with a roll of his olive eyes, sighing in annoyance. even after dating for nearly two years, his friends still teased him about being able to “pull” someone as amazing as you.

you often heard quips like “how much did you pay them to be with you?” or “are you sure they can see clearly?” though you were pretty damn sure you could see clearly, because anyone could see that iwaizumi was one hell of a snacc (a/n: ok lyssa chill).

he flopped back into bed next to you and pulled you closer to him, burying his head into your neck and mumbling something about oikawa being stupid and having a class at 8am the next day. you chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair, planting a chaste kiss on his head.

“g’night, babe. i lohvfe youh,” he said from his place next to you, his words muffled.

“i love u more, haji.”

“ ‘mpothsible.”

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— originals ˊˎ-

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— AKAASHI KEIJI:

under the moonlight ↳ fluff, drabble

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME:

11:06pm ↳ iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader ↳ fluff, timestamp, drabble

CAUGHT (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader, ft. iwaizumi hajime ↳ fluff, lil bit of angst, love triangle, timeskip, college au

— MIYA ATSUMU:

coming home to you ↳ dad!miya atsumu x fem!reader ↳ FLUFF, slice of life

CAUGHT (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader, ft. iwaizumi hajime ↳ fluff, lil bit of angst, love triangle, timeskip, college au

“your roots are showing” (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader ↳ your favourite pisshead and the different times his hair was growing out

— MIYA OSAMU:

osamu’s triggers (headcanons)

— SUNA RINTARŌ:

traffic lights ↳ suna rintaro x f!reader ↳ angst

— MEIAN SHŪGO:

MEIAN SHŪGO BRAINROT ↳ no need for an explanation

— MULTIPLE:

11.50pm ↳ multiple hq boys ↳ FLUFF, drabble, timestamp

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hey there!!!!

could y’all write about meian meeting his wife for the first time? like how that encounter led to them falling in love and eventually getting married? maybe like a neighbour and older brother’s friend kind of au??

thanks a bunch, hope that it’s okay for me to request!! I love your works 😍😘

Request - My Love, My Life

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Meian Shūgo x f!reader

includes: FLUFF, timeskip spoilers (kinda?), neighbour au, big brother's best friend au, engagement uwu

wc: 1.2k words!

a/n: HAHAH NO WORRIES, MY DEAR!! Thank you for this cute and fluffy request :D came just in time cuz I was also thinking of writing something for everyone's favourite man. Hope that you'll enjoy this!! -Jo

It seemed that everywhere Meian Shūgo looked, it was always the same person captivating him.

You, his best friend's younger sister. You, his childhood friend and the adorable little princess next door. You, the plague of his life.

Meian was but a wee little boy of three when you entered the world seven days prior to his third birthday. He knows because he was having a playdate at home, with your older brother in attendance, as well as several other kindergarten friends of his.

He remembers it as clear as day. His parents were excited at the birth of a new baby in the neighbourhood, and they were also close friends of your parents. Your brother was also rushed to the hospital with your grandparents as your mother conceived you laboriously. Your father was already at your mother's side as you emerged, a baby of three point seven kilogrammes, with a pinkish hue to your pudgy little cheeks.

Meian had the opportunity to see the miracle of life at the age of three. Although he could only see you through the glass panels, he knew that he would grow to love you, and to cherish you.

You were finally a decade old.

Thirteen-year-old Meian was plagued by your presence. A tiny child of ten who often intruded into his time with your older brother, be it studying simple geometry or playing computer games, you were always there.

Back then, your voice was rather annoying, Meian would think. He was rather glad that he had younger brothers. They didn't speak as much, or scream or squeal as much.

Despite all that, Meian always knew that he had a soft spot for you. He could never say no to you, nor ignore you like an older brother would.

But, that's who he's supposed to be, right? Just another older brother of yours though the both of you were technically unrelated by blood?

He was barely a teenager, still considered a young boy.

He would wait until he's older to think about all that.

Meian had made his decision. He would avoid you as much as he could from now on.

You had blossomed into a bright young lady at the age of seventeen. Every time he saw you, inexplicable emotions would rouse within him, making him feel vulnerable and partially hopeless.

He was now a boy of twenty, a university student with a scholarship in volleyball. He had plans to become a professional volleyball player. And if that didn't work out, he could bounce back on his double degrees of accountancy and business.

He couldn't imagine that other life though. Sitting behind a screen in some fancy office doing paperwork. Boring, mundane stuff.

He recalls an interesting encounter with you in his third year of university.

He was seated in a café near school, earphones plugged into his ears while he was typing out digits on an Excel spreadsheet. He hadn't even noticed your presence until you tugged his headphones out in a most unladylike manner.

The sun's rays were highlighting the floral patterns of your summer dress and the distinct brown of your plaited hair. And then, he saw you frown.

Uh oh.

"Why have you been avoiding me? It's the holidays but you've yet to come say hi. Is it because of school? Or did you have an argument with my brother? Or are you mad at me? Cuz if you are, I don't know what I've done but I'm sorry and I just want things to go back to normal," you said that all in one breath.

Meian merely adjusted his spectacles while absorbing all the questions you'd suddenly bombarded him with.

Then, it hit him. You were now twenty. You were now in university.

You were now right in front of him.

"Y- y/n? What are you doing here?" Meian's confused expression and mildly amused smile unravelled something within you. The corners of his lips had tilted upward, a glint of pleasant surprise evident in his eyes.

Fiddling with the sleeves of your floral sundress, you settled into the grey armchair across Meian and took a deep breath. "Actually, I- I have something to tell you," Meian watched as you trembled slightly beneath his gaze.

Your lips were rosy from how much you were nibbling on them. Meian had noticed that. Now thinking of taking you into his arms and hugging you tightly, Meian sighed as he removed his spectacles, his attention now set entirely upon you.

You weren't looking at his face. You were nervous, was what he had deduced. You eventually looked up and glanced into his eyes, your pupils sparkling with newfound confidence, cheeks pink as cherry blossoms. "I love you. And I have, since our childhood. I- I actually had a whole speech on how I could have said this to you, but just seeing you again after so long... It made me forget the words I had planned to say." "I know that you probably see me as, well, a younger sister, but I don't see you as an older brother. I see you as the kind boy who had helped me in all my years of life, a confidant of mine, and someone I wish to spend the rest of my life with. I know that you'll be graduating soon, and you may not reciprocate my feelings for you, but I just wanted to tell you first lest I lost my opportunity to do so after you've left uni." Meian took approximately three seconds to digest everything you had just said.

Then he stood up, arms stretched out to bring you into his warm embrace. Now that he had you, he'll never let go of you ever again. That was his conviction, as he gazed lovingly into your eyes before pressing his lips against yours. I love you too.

It's been three years since Meian has gone pro and your final year of university.

Three years of dating with a lifetime's worth of memories shared between the two of you. It had been a wild ride for the both of you, Meian thought in hindsight. Glancing once again at the engagement ring he had gotten for you, he grinned before sliding the tiny box back into his pocket.

Today was the day he had first met you - your birthday.

Glancing back into your childhood home where you and your family members and close friends were conversing excitedly at your small, intimate birthday bash, he made his way back to your side.

All you could visualise was Meian getting onto one knee in his immaculate tux, large hands opening a small velvet box as an intricate diamond ring was revealed to you. Exuberant cheers sounded all around you before Meian opened his mouth to ask,

"Will you marry me, my love?"

Of course, you said yes! to him.

I love you, Meian Shugo, my love and my life.

PS: sorry this took so long but thank you for your patience, anon :”)) we love you so much! We've all been super busy with school but I hope that you'll enjoy this chapter after so long :) - Jo and Lyssa (p.s. sorry, was in emo mode while typing this out -Jo)

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love songs with hq men

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— AU6.03:

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a/n: oh my god this has been on hold for over two years HAHAHHAHA

wc: 1013

Standing in front of the full-length mirrors, Lisa smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on her ballgown. Her maids scurried around her, perfecting every minuscule detail of her appearance, from her hair, to her makeup, her accessories, her dress, and shoes. Antsy, Lisa dismissed them with a wave of her hand. They’d already been pestering her for over an hour.

It was now sunset, and the light pouring in from her floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the room in a golden glow. The maids had left and it was now quiet, leaving Lisa with nothing but her own thoughts.

It was the day of the engagement ball and King Miya would officially announce her marriage to his eldest son, Prince Atsumu, to the entire kingdom.

She couldn’t believe it was actually happening. That she was engaged, and to be married in less than a week. The day after her 18th birthday, to be exact. She had never thought that this was how her life would be - betrothed to a royal pain in the ass.

Atsumu really wasn’t that bad. Except for the fact that Lisa couldn’t recall a single time he didn’t try to get under her skin. Be it small pranks, jokes, teases, jabs and everything in between, Lisa had never once taken a liking to the blonde haired prince. Given, the last time they had met was several years ago, when Atsumu was officially appointed as the General of their kingdom’s Royal Guard.

Back then, he was a playful and energetic - albeit a bit rude - child. That was the only impression Lisa had of him. She hadn’t seen him since that gathering, and it had been what, four years? She was skeptical about him and doubted he’d be any more of a gentleman than he was all those years ago.

Of course, the first time she’d see him in years would be at their engagement ball. Lisa rolled her eyes.

Staring at her reflection, Lisa was met with a pretty face in a pretty dress, but it wasn’t her. She didn’t want to be a trophy wife. She wanted to be a woman. A woman with great ambition and power. Not a woman known to be helplessly clinging onto the arm of a man.

If only Hajime were here to see this...

There was a knock on the door. Lisa turned to see her caretaker bringing in a tray of freshly cut fruits.

“Lisa-chan, your sister has requested for me to bring this to you. She’s worried that the food at the ball won’t be to your liking, and truthfully, I share her concerns,” Kanoka-san announced, setting the tray on Lisa’s desk. Her gentle, motherly voice filled Lisa with warmth and reminded her of her childhood.

And a pair of olive green eyes with a head of spiky brown hair.

“Please thank her for me, Kanoka-san. I know it must’ve been a terribly long journey for her to return from the east just for this ball. I’m not sure if I’ll have the chance to speak with her later and thank her personally. I suppose I’ll be caught up in one too many exciting conversations about my engagement. I can’t wait,” Lisa deadpanned.

Her eldest sister, Terushima Jina, had always doted on her. While Emiko and Yūji had complicated feelings regarding Lisa, Jina had never once blamed her for their mother’s death or their father’s subsequent behaviour. Jina always spoke of how their father was a good and kind man, yet this never proved true for Lisa. Jina did often talk about their mother, though, and how much she loved them.

“It’ll be over before you know it, and after tonight you won’t have to see him till the wedding next week,” Kanoka pointed out.

Lisa turned to fully face her. “But after that I have to see him every day for the rest of my life!” She sighed and crossed the room to her caretaker, taking her weathered hands in her own soft ones. “I’d much rather stay here with you, Kanoka-san. At least you’ll take better care of me than that son of a-.”

“Care to repeat that, my dear?” Lisa nearly jumped out of her skin as her father sauntered into the room.

He was dressed in a crisp black suit with their yellow gold family pin on his collar. His dress shoes were polished to a shine and his dark brown hair was slicked back. Handsome, many would agree. He and Yūji were practically carbon copies of each other, the only difference being the faux blonde hair. His arms hung loosely by his side yet there was a sort of tension in him that Lisa couldn’t name.

“No, Father,” she muttered.

“Well, you’d better not embarrass me today,” he started, walking past her and further into her room, surveying himself in the mirror. Lisa had to physically restrain herself from rolling her eyes in front of him.

“No slouching, no sitting-,” he started, adjusting his collar and sleeves.

No pouting, no frowning, no speaking unless spoken to, no crying, never finish your food and always. smile. Lisa mouthed her father’s words behind his back, having heard this every time she had to attend a ball, banquet or gala.

And he still wonders why I hate going to them.

Worse still, her father added, “And never let go of his arm.”

Lisa blanched. She had to what?

Before she could protest, her father interrupted her.

“The guests have already arrived at the royal palace, as well as the rest of the kingdom. I’ve received news that the Northern Princess is going to be there. I'm sure you understand the implications of her presence. Don’t disappoint us,” He never once looked at her as he spoke. “Your sisters and their husbands are already on their way there. I’ll be taking a carriage with my son and yours will be leaving shortly.”

My son.

“Yes, Father.”

And with that, he left the room without another word as Kanoka packed for tonight, leaving Lisa to her thoughts - which mostly comprised of Hajime - yet again.

chapter 2 <- chapter 3 -> chapter 4

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WE'RE BACK (mostly) !!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! look here for RULES on requesting :)

can't wait to start writing again hehe

ps we love y'all

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hey there!! I happened to stumble onto your blog and aI LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR ICONIC SIMPS SERIES PLEASE CONTINUE 😍😍 hope the four of you have been doing ok <33 THANK YOU FOR THE COMEDY

HI THERE, LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

glad to know that our wacky sense of humour tickles your fancy 🤪🤪🤪 we've been pretty busy with school since we're in a race against time (AAAAAHHHHH) time really flies by before you're even able to realise it 🥸

don't worry, season three is coming sometime soon (sorry, there's no fixed time as of yet ://) but thank you so much for your kind words!!

stay healthy and try to find joy in even the smallest things around youuu 🥰 (i struggle to do that sometimes lmaooo)

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HELLO @ NOYA AND KENMA FIC REQUEST ANONS!! TYSM FOR SENDING IN UR REQUESTS we’ve started writing and are working on them rn so we should be able to post them within the week! thank you for your patience and we hope you’ll like it 😆

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OMG HI ITS BEEN SO LONGGG BAE HRU

LYSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM GOOD WBU

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— requests ˊˎ-

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— NISHINOYA YŪ:

angst prompt (coming soon!) ↳ nishinoya x f!reader ↳ "i didn't know where else to go" "it wasn't supposed to end like that" ↳ neighbour au, childhood best friends

— KOZUME KENMA:

request (coming soon!) ↳ kenma x f!reader ↳ reader gets hit on by a perv, hurt/comfort, college au

— OIKAWA TŌRU:

my love, where are you? ↳ timeskip!oikawa x f!reader ↳ ANGSTTTT, also parenting au

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME:

angst prompt (7) ↳ ft. sakusa ↳ "i'm sick of being treated like this"

— KUROO TETSURŌ:

Hands off my boyfriend! ↳ physiotherapist!kuroo x neurologist!reader ↳ FLUFF, hospital au

— MIYA ATSUMU:

crochet be mine? ↳ hs!atsumu x f!reader ↳ FLUFF, puppy love and a whipped atsumu

crochet be mine? a new take :) ↳ timeskip!atsumu x f!reader ↳ basically just married fluff, no kids this time whew

— MIYA OSAMU:

meal for three ↳ husband!osamu x pregnant!reader ↳ fluff and slightly suggestive, domesticity

angst prompt (34) ↳ miya osamu x f!reader

— SAKUSA KIYOOMI:

angst prompt (7) ↳ ft. iwaizumi ↳ "i'm sick of being treated like this"

— MEIAN SHŪGO:

my love, my life ↳ meian shūgo x f!reader (FLUFF, slice of life, brother’s best friend au, neighbour au, timeskip spoilers)

— MULTIPLE:

detective!HQ ↳ atsumu, osamu, iwaizumi, oikawa, yaku (ANGST, death, blood, slight gore)

angst prompt (7) ↳ sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader, iwaizumi hajime x f!reader ↳ "i'm sick of being treated like this"

a kiss on the shoulder ↳ multiple hq boys ↳ headcanons

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a kiss on the shoulder

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HQ headcanons when you kiss his shoulder for the first time :)

multiple haikyuu x gn!reader, reader is average height and shorter than hq men for the sake of this hc HAHA

a/n: just some fluffy thoughts i had inspired by my bf

holding hands with him was the usual whenever you hung out or went out together and the feeling of your hand in his always felt really nice

maybe it was a nice evening out and you two decided to take a walk down the street or run some errands together

inevitably you felt the urge to give him a peck on the cheek or the lips every once in a while, but if you’re conservative and shy you might not want to in public (or if he’s shy abt pda)

on top of that he’s taller than you, so there’s physically no way to kiss him without tip toeing and/or pulling him down towards you

so in a moment of ingenious thinking, you decided to kiss his shoulder instead

i mean it's the most convenient place to kiss him while you're walking so why not

anyway, then you watched as his eyes widened a little and his cheeks flushed an adorable pink

asahi, KAGEYAMA, tsukki, yamaguchi, oikawa, IWAIZUMI, kuroo, bokuto, AKAASHI, USHIJIMA, tendo, osamu, suna, kita, aran

bonus!

the ones who would reach over, grab your chin and kiss the top of your head in response then give your hand a lil squeeze as you keep walking ↳ IWAIZUMI, OSAMU, kita, aran

the ones who would stop and go "...what are you doing." but are inwardly freaking out because your lips left a tingly feeling on his skin (he secretly loves it) ↳ TSUKKI, kageyama, akaashi (would def give you a bunch of kisses once you get home tho)

the ones who would tease tf outta you cuz "don't you want the real thing? hm?" ↳ KUROO, SUNA, tendo

and the ones who would start stuttering and blushing even more ↳ BOKUTO, yamaguchi, asahi probably he's a softie

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coming home to you

dad!atsumu x fem!reader

genre: FLUFF, also slight suggestiveness because it’s atsumu (duh)

includes: kids (like, four of them), reader’s called mommy, Miya Twin Chaos 2.0, a baby angel and a feisty little sis

wc: 1.8k

a/n: heyyy it’s Lyssa :) this is my first (short) fic ever and i apologise for any errors or mistakes :”) this was purely self-indulgent ‘cause i was having dad!atsumu brainrot at 2am one night and thought it would be cute to write it out. hope you like it and please do leave a comment on what you thought! feedback is appreciated <3

PS: reader has four kids with atsumu, twin boys (6), a girl (3) and another little boy (2). also recommended that you read the character intro (coming soon!) in the AU1 masterlist before reading but it’s not compulsory :)

sighing, you unlocked the door to your home and stepped inside, noting that all the toys were kept neatly and the dishes were done and dried. the dining table was clear of the usual clutter and only a standing lamp next to the sofa was left turned on. it gave a warm glow to the cozy apartment you shared with your husband and four kids.

after setting your bags atop the dining table, you went upstairs to the twins' bedroom, hoping to see your rambunctious twin boys knocked out cold for the night.

you opened the door as quietly as you could and peeked inside. the twin beds were perfectly made, without a sign of anyone having been there earlier. confused, you went further down the hall to your daughter's bedroom. it was also empty, her blankets and pillows untouched.

you stepped back into the hallway. it was eerily quiet. having a set of twin boys who were exactly like their father and uncle meant that it was never quiet in the house, and neither did having two toddlers.

slightly worried, you padded over to yours and Atsumu's shared bedroom and opened the door. you peeked inside.

there, you found your beloved husband, Miya Atsumu, curled up on the king-sized bed with three of your kids. the twins, Ryūjin and Ryōta, and their little sister Atsukō settled around their father among their nest of pillows and blankets.

Atsumu was reading them a story, using an animated voice and wild hand gestures. the children giggled whenever he slipped on a word or read something wrongly. little Akira was already fast asleep in his crib next to the bed.

a warm feeling blossomed in your chest as you watched your family from the doorway.

"...and the tiger went ROaRrR-" Atsumu stopped and looked up from the book when he noticed you leaning against the doorframe. his eyes softened when he saw you, suddenly filled with so much love and admiration. it made your heart skip a beat even after so many years of having seen the same look in his eyes.

Ryūjin, Ryōta and Atsukō looked at their father with curious eyes, wondering why he stopped. then they followed his gaze to your figure standing at the entrance of the bedroom.

"MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Atsukō squealed, jumping out of bed and barreling her tiny three-year-old body in your direction. her older brothers weren't far behind.

you stumbled back as you were nearly knocked over by three of your children hugging your torso and legs. Atsumu desperately shushed them in fear of waking up your youngest son.

"MOM, Ryō borrowed my extra shoes for volleyball practice today and got them dirty!" Ryūjin, the older six-year-old twin, practically exclaimed in your face.

"DID NOT! it was already dirty because you can never keep anything of yours clean!" Ryūjin's identical twin brother, Ryōta, retorted.

"YES, I CAN-"

"SHUT UP!" came a higher pitched voice from behind the boys.

"can you two just stop screaming for two seconds? do you wanna wake Aki-chan up?" Atsukō whisper-yelled. she crossed her arms in front of her chest as she spoke firmly to her two older brothers. her cheeks were slightly puffed as she pursed her lips. she took her job as Akira's older sister very seriously. you had to resist the overwhelming urge to coo at her adorable expression.

her big brothers sheepishly scratched the backs of their necks upon hearing her words, blushing an adorable pink.

Atsukō really was like her friend, Bokuto Yua. they both understood the pains of growing up with obnoxious older brothers, and having to do damage or violence control more often than not. but compared to Yua, Atsukō was slightly more outspoken.

it was a common occurrence for Atsukō to have to yell at her brothers to stop their petty fights, or, on rare occasions, join their squabble. Yua, on the other hand, often had an authoritative and slightly intimidating aura when dealing with her three brothers. instead of shouting at them to stop, she'd simply pull them apart with the help of an adult (since she's tiny) and speak to each of them sternly.

Yua’s basically a mini Akaashi dealing with multiple mini Bokutos on a daily basis.

it was honestly quite adorable watching a stubborn but sweet little girl like Atsukō play and interact with a more composed child like Yua.

Atsukō sighed, shaking her tiny head before waddling over to you.

"mommy, how was your day?" she asked you in a much sweeter tone. her golden brown eyes looked up at you along with a pearly white smile that made you want to smOosh her cheeks together.

you kneeled in front of her her, chuckling lightly. "thanks for asking, ‘Tsukō. my day went great, sweetie." you pecked her forehead before turning to your sons to give them each a kiss on their cheeks.

"c'mon kids, give your mom some space. she's tired, aight?" Atsumu came over from his seat on the bed, ushering the kids back towards the bed as you stood back up. he approached and swiftly caught your lips in a sweet kiss, the words “welcome home, my love" conveyed to you through the tender kiss.

it was a short kiss but it was just as meaningful as every other one you’ve shared with him. you sighed softly into the kiss as his rough palm caressed the side of your face.

"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW," came a chorus of kids' voices from behind him. fake gagging sounds could be heard too. Atsumu pulled away, huffing.

"please, it’s not like you’ve never seen yer folks kiss before. it’s gettin' late, back to yer rooms, you little nincompoops," Atsumu chided. the trio grumbled and shuffled past you into their respective bedrooms after saying goodnight.

"i'll give you your goodnight kisses later, okay? let me take a shower first," you called out to them, laughing at your family's antics.

"i’ll get those monkeys to bed first. you go ahead, darlin'. i'll join ya later," your husband winked, giving you an all-too-familiar smirk. you slapped his arm gently.

"can't a woman take one shower without it getting steamy?" you scoffed. truth be told, you've never minded taking showers with Atsumu. but you weren't gonna let him know that.

"nope," Atsumu popped the "p" sound, shaking his head before whispering in my ear, "also, that pencil skirt looks great, love. but I'm sure you'll look even better without it."

he smirked again.

you blushed at his words.

damn that stupid smirk.

he practically sauntered over to the twins' room after that, leaving you a hot blushing mess outside the bedroom.

—

you towel-dried your hair and stepped out of the bathroom just as Atsumu walked into your shared bedroom.

"dammit, y/n, must you take such quick showers all the time? i just got those three to bed! we never take showers together anymore," he whined, dragging out the last syllable.

"must you take so long to get them to fall asleep?" you countered, shooting him a smirk of your own.

before he could react, you walked over to your youngest son's crib next to the bed.

“hi, baby," you cooed softly, bending down to gently caress Akira's small face. his skin was soft and smooth to the touch, and he looked so angelic, sleeping peacefully in his small crib. he was ethereal.

(Jo, squealing: HIS CHEEKS LOOK LIKE MOCHI)

Atsumu came up behind you and rubbed his hands up and down the sides of your arms, breathing in the scent of your damp hair. your back was flush against his built chest as his lips brushed over your temple.

you never realised how much you missed these quiet moments together.

"he looks like you," Atsumu mumbled into your ear, his muscular arms slowly making their way around your torso.

"yeah... Atsukō looks like you, though," you mused. he hummed in acknowledgement.

"but the twins are perfect mix of both of us," Atsumu grinned, finally engulfing you in a huge hug. you laughed.

you turned around and lazily draped your arms over his shoulders, fingers tickling the dark roots at the base of his neck. you looked into his eyes and saw that same mix of admiration, mischief, happiness and so, so much love.

if Osamu were here, he'd probably be puking his guts out, seeing his brother give you googly heart-eyes. you chuckled at the thought.

"thank you, for givin’ me everything i could ever have asked for," Atsumu whispered. his warm breath fanned your cheek and he touched your foreheads together, his nose lightly bumping into yours. he closed his eyes, basking in the moment between you two.

your heart fluttered uncontrollably.

"you know, even after all these years, you still manage to give me crazy butterflies," you whispered, giggling. his eyes jolted open as he leaned back to look at me.

"oh yeah? i give ya kids, too, y’know," he playfully added.

"trust me, i know," you chortled.

before you could say anything else, though, he pushed you backwards and flopped your bodies in the middle of your huge bed. you yelped just as your back hit the airy mattress.

he braced himself with his forearm as he hovered over you, slowly trailing kisses from your ear to your jaw.

"then, how 'bout we have another one?" he asks, not once stopping his actions. you snorted, lightly pushing him off, only to see him giving you a huge pout.

"Taumu, we just had Akira less than two years ago. i don't think we'll be able to handle another one. or two," you shook your head.

before he could protest, you leaned up to give him a kiss. he kissed back, as always, but his lips still formed an adorable pout.

now you see why you’re soft for Atsukō's pout. she looks just like her father.

atsumu sighed and rolled off of you, but only to pull you closer not two seconds after pulling the duvet over yourselves.

he wrapped his arms around you tightly. his face snuggled into the crook between your neck and shoulder.

"i know you want a big family, Tsumu, but how about we grow this one first, before we think of having a whole volleyball team of kids, hm?" you giggled. he grumbled under his breath. "besides, my body can only take so much. and I don't think Samu would appreciate having to babysit so many Miyas almost every week."

"i guess you’re right..."

"i love you, y/n," he mumbled. "i love you so, so much." he gave your shoulder another kiss before entangling your legs together under the sheets.

"i love you too, Tsumu," you yawned, before slowly drifting off into a comfortable and restful sleep in the arms of the man you love. the man you built a home and a family with.

work could be draining and being an adult could be frustrating at times. it’s not fun, sure, but with a husband and family like that? you really couldn't have asked for more.

a/n again: hehe sorry, my writing really isn’t that good, i wrote this a while back but i hope you got the gist of this one-shot! go check out the rest of our tumblr if you haven’t already! it’s pretty chaotic interesting ;)

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“i’m sick of being treated like this” + sakusa and iwaizumi

warnings/contains: timeskip spoilers (for iwa), female / wife reader, angst lmao

— SAKUSA KIYOOMI

"I'm sick of being treated like this," You said one night, stepping into your shared apartment.

You had known from the very beginning that your boyfriend wasn't the biggest fan of PDA, or anything that involved contact with other people.

So what made you think that it would be any different with you?

He wouldn't give nor receive kisses (not even on the cheek or forehead). No hugs, and wouldn't share his food with you either. The furthest he'd go to show his affection in public was to hold your hand.

But even then, he'd clean his hands with sanitiser once you were alone, then apply some onto your hands.

You knew that he only had the best intentions in mind. You knew that he only wanted to keep both of you clean and healthy, safe from viruses and bacteria outside.

Then why did being with him hurt so much?

Sure, maybe your love languages were different, but even then, you weren't happy.

"What are you talking about?" Taking off his mask, he shot you a look of annoyance.

You took in a breath. “Let's break up. I'm not happy."

Kiyoomi scoffed. "What the hell do you mean you're 'not happy'?"

"I'm not happy when I'm with you. Look, I respect that you're very hygienic, and that you're a really clean person. But I'm your partner. And I should be treated like one. Not like some stranger or a friend you'd never touch," You gritted out.

He stood there looking at you with a glint in his eye. You knew that he just wanted to stay clean. Why couldn’t you understand that he loved you anyway?

"If you walk out of that door-,"

"Goodbye, Sakusa."

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME

“Haji?”

"Where the hell are you?" You heard through the phone.

You sighed and signalled to your friend before stepping outside the bar.

"I'm at the bar with my friends, Haji. What do you want?" You replied. You heard a scoff from his end.

"I come home after a long day only to find my wife out with her friends and with no dinner ready for me. What do you think?" He growled.

Oh boy, he was in a bad mood.

Rolling your eyes, you ran your tongue over your teeth and thought for a second before answering.

"Well, how was I supposed to know that you were coming home for dinner today? You've been having dinner and staying out late with the team for the past month and the one night I go out to spend time with my friends, you call to ask why I haven't prepared dinner for you."

Silence.

"I texted you earlier-," he started.

"No, you didn't text shit earlier, Iwaizumi. Don't pull this crap with me right now," You interrupted.

He growled softly.

"Fine, then come back and we'll talk this over, okay?" He grunted. You remained silent.

You were glad that he was so passionate about his work, always wanting to help and improve his athletes. He'd stay up late drafting plays and practice drills for the team, go to the gym early to help the team set up, even arrange and manage meetings and conventions for them.

You loved your husband, but you knew that he had a temper. You knew that he would lash out whenever he was upset, never thinking before speaking.

"...Y/N?"

You clenched your jaw.

"I'm sick of being treated like this. Sort dinner out yourself, Iwaizumi. And I'm coming back when I want to."

Then you hung up, leaving your husband on the other end feeling astonished and guilty.

a/n: HI, LYSSA!! i’m well, i’m well, thank you :”) 'm so sorry this took longer than expected and i KNOW YOU SAID EITHER OF THEM BUT since you had to wait so long, i just decided "let's just write both for them" HOPE YOU LIKED IT n thank you for requesting muamua ILY LYSSA <33

tagging: @mysterystarz nova come get ur hajime @chifemi @tearofvenus - just send an ask if you wanna be tagged :) oops not lyssa starting an unofficial taglist

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heyyy I wanted some angst so here I am :))))

okay, dad Oikawa disappearing after flying overseas to another country for a competition. he’s been missing for nearly a year and his wife and kids back home in Japan have been watching the news but no one has found him since his last competition

i wanna shed some tears i’m ready :D

request - my love, where are you?

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timeskip!oikawa x f!reader

includes: timeskip spoilers lol, *ANGSTTT* bolded italicized highlighted asterisked so don’t enter unless you’re ready to cry, parenting au, mentions of cheating, also christmas-ish vibes (jo when you beta read this lmk if u cried LOL)

a/n: hey there! i want some angst too, so here we go >:) i've never written for Oikawa before but this was a pretty intriguing prompt so i hope i did it justice. a huge ass thank you to Yves for helping me write more than half of this fic since i’ve been stuck on it for the longest time. anyway, enjoy the fic and do lmk what you thought of it <3 -lyssa

"I'll be back before you know it, my queen. And you, too, my princess," he added, bending down to hug your eleven-year-old daughter. She giggled and kissed his cheek.

The airport was crowded. People from all walks of life, with different destinations in mind, were all milling about you and your little family. You and your children were there to send him off. He would only be away for two weeks - three, if they made it to the world finals.

"I'll miss you, Daddy," she said.

"I'll miss you too, Princess," he replied, unshed tears brimming his beautiful brown eyes. He turned to you and planted yet another kiss on your soft lips, then he leaned down to kiss the little boy clinging onto your leg.

His teammate called him over soon enough, and he reluctantly pried himself away from his beloved wife and children, grabbing his luggage and carry-on items.

Jogging over to his team, they checked in and eventually made their way to the lounge to wait for their flight. He turned to wave back at you and your kids, your daughter vigorously waving back with one hand while the other clung onto your leg. You blew a kiss to him, which he caught and returned to you.

That was almost a year ago, and the last time you or your kids had seen of him.

"Kiyo-chan, do you want to come with mommy and Onee-san to get the Christmas cake?" you bent down to meet the height of your young son.

The six-year-old shook his head. "I wanna be there when Santa Claus comes.” He pointed towards the bottom of the glistening Christmas tree, where the presents would usually reside.

You nodded and ran your fingers through his soft brown hair, the same colour as his father’s. Your son’s hair had a much rougher texture because he wouldn't use any conditioner despite your incessant nags to use it. You placed a light kiss on his forehead.

You and your daughter waved back at him as you stepped out the front door and into your car.

"Mommy," Your daughter called.

"Yes, Erina?" Your eyes are still fixed on the road as you continue to drive to the mall.

"Will Daddy be back for Christmas this year?"

He hadn't been around for a whole year. Missed Kiyo’s kindergarten graduation, Erina’s first solo with the Japan National Youth Orchestra, and your 15th Wedding Anniversary, to name a few.

Even you couldn't believe that a whole year had passed.

Erina’s hazelnut eyes widened to give you the best puppy-eyes she could muster. You chuckled, finally understanding why your husband could rarely say no to your daughter when she pleaded.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie, but no. You know he’s busy in Argentina,” You sighed.

That was all your could tell your daughter. You couldn't bear to tell her the truth. That her father had been missing in Argentina since his last game the previous year.

The child looked back at the snowy roads, trying her best not to feel sad. You couldn't blame your daughter for it. You knew that it wasn't good for Tooru to be gone for this long, especially since Erina would be approaching her teenage years the coming spring.

You didn't like the idea of your children growing up without a father at such a crucial age. You weren't exactly holding up well as a new 'single parent' either, but it was only for the time being, right?

You could still remember having to face the press last year when the Argentina Volleyball Association first announced that a fellow player could not be found, and a large-scale manhunt for your husband started.

The flashing lights from the cameras, the never-ending questions from reporters all intimidated you. You were never quite one for the spotlight.

His current and old teammates and friends reached out to you, telling you to ask for help if you needed it. Even Iwaizumi offed to babysit your kids every now and then, so that they could play with his kids while you took some time off for yourself.

Back at home, you had to face your mother-in-law screaming at you for stealing her son's fame, being fully convinced that you had kidnapped Tooru while your own mother wanted you to file a divorce and be with someone who wasn't - quite literally - lost.

You knew the gossip magazines theorised that he could have run away to a private island to rendezvous with another woman, along with any other detail that could have possibly hinted at him cheating on you. You hoped they were false with ever fibre of your being. He would never do something like that to you.

Picking up the christmas cake was a blur and soon, you were back home with your two kids. Iwaizumi and his family arrived not long after. He had brought his wife, their two sons, Ryūjin and Eiji, and their daughter, Atsukō, over for the christmas dinner.

The sound of excited chattering and the joyous laughter from the kids echoed throughout the house. Iwaizumi and his wife asked if you were okay and how you were holding up. Conversation flowed easily with the three of you, but the undercurrent of longing and sadness was unmistakable.

Iwaizumi’s phone rang just as dinner was about to start. The children quickly quieted down, giving the man some semblance of silence in the house. He gestured for the rest of you to continue while he stepped into the living room to pick up the call.

Not a minute later, you watched as Iwaizumi slowly stepped back into the dining room, eyes wide and breathing heavily. He ran a thick hand through his spikes and let out a shaky sigh. Looking up at you with a look that could only be described as pure devastation, he whispered the words from your nightmares.

“They found the body.”

a/n: I’M SORRY not really

tagging: @tearofvenus @chifemi @mysterystarz @toorusplant

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[11.35pm]: under the moonlight

akaashi keiji x reader, college au, drabble <3

you rub your eyes tiredly as you step out of your study room. clad in sweats and a hoodie (and your favourite pair of fluffy socks), you pad over to the kitchen only to see your boyfriend there, already pouring a glass of warm water for you.

“taking a break?” Keiji asks. you nod, humming in response.

you walk up to him and he wraps you in a gentle embrace. it feels like the warmth of the sun, a soft loving blanket enveloped around your form, smelling of love and like home. his soft lips place a sweet kiss on the crown of your head as he slowly rocks you two back and forth in the middle of your kitchen.

you’ve been stressed because of exams recently and he’s always been there to help you destress and remind you to take breaks. he’s ready to provide you with food, cuddles, hugs, a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on - anything you need, despite his own hectic schedule. you couldn’t be more grateful for a boyfriend like Keiji.

so now in the tiny kitchen of your tiny apartment, you and keiji are in each other’s arms. he’s telling you how proud he is of you for working so hard, but also how proud he is of you regardless. you’re still rocking gently, but now his hands are on your waist and and yours are slung over his shoulders. your foreheads are touching and he occasionally dips his head to plant soft kisses on your honey lips.

the outside world is abuzz with nightlife, a stark contrast to the quietness and serenity in your small apartment. the moonlight peeking through the window sills only enhances your beauty, and keiji is enraptured by you for the nth time that day.

your heartbeats beat in sync, and you’re both swaying to the beat of the music only for the two of you. he twirls you slightly before pulling you back into his chest, resting his head on top of yours. “i love you,” he murmurs.

a/n: i AM NOT USUALLY A KEIJI SIMP but i can safely say that i am now 😌 ty for reading mwah mwah

tagging: @sunkeiji @mysterystarz @chifemi @tearofvenus @apricitobio @toorusplant @tobisen @animated-moon @aominology @izukus-gf @toru-oikawas-milkbread <3

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Could I request Osamu reacting to reader letting him know that she is pregnant by using a jar of Prego sauce? Like, she asks him to get the jar from the cabinet when they are cooking together one night and she wrote 'I'm' above the label. Love your work! 💗

request - meal for three

husband!Osamu x pregnantwifey!Reader

a/n: hi anon :) yes, of course! thank you for your request, I'm loving it UWU and thank you for supporting our blog too 🥰

includes: fluff, slightly suggestive (I'm sorry, it's Osamu, I CAN'T HELP IT)

wc: 0.621k

"Samu..." You grinned whilst slinging your arms around your hunk of a husband. Back hugs were the best.

You softly inhaled Osamu's lingering fragrance of bergamot and mint, and tightened your arms as much as your slender frame allowed.

The scent of freshly chopped parsley and sting of garlic permeated the air of your kitchen.

Just a typical day of cooking. Hmm, not for long.

"Yes, Mrs Miya?" Osamu responded with that endearing smile of his. His eyes were scintillating, shining brightly as he switched the stove off, before tugging you to the exceedingly wide and warm expense of his chest. He cradled your cheek softly with his otherwise rough fingers and pulled you even closer to him before leaning his forehead down onto yours.

He gazed into your eyes. You could feel your pupils dilating, and an uncontrollable tinge of red assaulted your cheeks as you blinked incessantly. Your husband merely chuckled, before he peppered kisses all over your face.

You were getting out of breath, your panting getting more laboured by the second.

His lips had graced every inch of your face, all except for your lips. They were so close to yours, merely touching yours but not kissing per se.

You must have made a sound of distress, for he merely chuckled. That sound reverberated down your spine as shivers of delight.

Then, he pulled away.

Hmph, tease. "Why don't we finish our dinner first before I ravish someone else?" He said. Osamu's eyes were glinting with mischief, his mouth twitching into a slight smirk.

You cleared your throat as you willed your heart to quit beating so much. This man was lethal to your health.

"Well, I have a surprise for you too."

Leaning against your kitchen island, you continued, "Samu, could you get the pasta sauce from the cabinet, please?"

Osamu turned to face you, his eyebrows raised in a what-are-you-up-to manner. But as usual, he listened to your instructions.

As he took the glass jar of Prego sauce from the sauce cabinet, he began to frown. He paced over to where you were now, seated atop your shared kitchen island. You could only stop to admire his beautiful physique.

Your husband then trapped you between his strong legs. You were pretty much at his mercy. He leaned in, inch by inch, until his eyes were level with yours. His eyes were just as stunning as before, with a teasing glint evident in them.

"Is this true?" He whispered as he gestured at the written 'I'M' and the Prego label next.

You raised your palms only to gently pat your now developing womb. With a giddy grin on your face, you nodded and mouthed a yes.

Osamu's eyes softened and shone with unshed tears. His frame engulfed yours as he hugged you tightly.

"I love you so much. And I'll love our child unconditionally too."

"Yes, I know you will. And I love you too. But Baby wants food now though, so you should finish cooking our meal. I'll be eating for two now!" You smiled.

Osamu remained at his position. His intense gaze said it all.

"Yeah," he murmured.

"I will. Just after this," your bodies then pressed together with your back against the kitchen island, your breathing heavy as his lips firmly caressed your own.

After what felt like hours, you both came up for air.

"I'll finish our meal for three now." Osamu sauntered back to the stove, seemingly unaffected by what had just occurred between the both of you. Only the faint twitch of his lips left you privy to his innermost thoughts.

'I will never get enough of this man' was your final thought before getting ready to devour your dinner.

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