#hinata x reader fluff

[emmyrosee]

“I need you to know how unbelievably pissed I am at you.”

You interrupt the peaceful folding and stocking of your clothes at your in-laws house with your threat. Immediately, Shoyo tenses up and whips his head to look at you, eyes wide and dancing over your face, waiting for you to continue your rant and fury.

When you don’t, merely continuing to glare at him, he gives a frantic, “what did I do!”

“Lower. Your damn. Voice,” you grit, and his hands clap over his mouth childishly. You take a deep inhale to calm down, “you told, your sweet and old parents…”

He looks at you expectantly again. You flare your nostrils and hike up your voice in an obnoxious nasal:

“We’re huuuuungry!”

Instantly, at your mocking tone, he breaks down into laughter, trying to stifle them to keep your anger at bay.

“So embarrassing!” You snip.

“Baby, we were! They don’t mind, you know that-“

“THEY STARTED COOKING! FOR US!”

“You know they’d rather eat with us than have us go out to eat!”

“Shoyo,” you snarl, rising to your feet and approaching him; with nervous laughter, he shrinks back. “It is eigHT IN THE EVENING, AND YOUR MOTHER IS MAKING NIKUJAGA!” You grab a pillow and start whacking him with it, ignoring his pleas and sheltering arms. “For the love of the gods, she should be relaxing!”

“She’s fine!”

You stop swinging and look down at him in shock. He makes a grab for the pillow and you whip it away, and he whines around some giggles.

“You do not make that decision for her,” you growl, throwing the pillow to the side and shoving him on his back before quickly crawling on top of him. “I would rather us both starve and rot away, before I tell your sweet, old parents that we’re hungry. ESPECIALLY at 20:14.”

“Baby, it’s fine,” he giggles, his hands settling on your hips. “They’re totally fine; you know my mom lives to make you happy!” You cross your arms over your chest, and he snickers as he raises up on his elbows, “just a quick bite to eat, a few laughs, then we can all go to bed, right?”

You exhale through your nose, and he tucks his lips in nervously.

“You know what?” You begin, relaxing your shoulders.

“What?”

“You’re right. You’re right! They’re just cooking. It’s fine.”

“Exactly! They’re fine.”

With that, you swing your legs off of your husband and scurry to the closet, and before he can ask, you grab a random stack of blankets to throw at his head. He screams at the sudden impact.

“Since they can whip up dinner, you can whip me up a bed on the couch. Since APPARENTLY you are just so okay with spontaneous forces of labor.”

He cackles some more as you mimic his “we’re hungry!” at random volumes, putting your clothes away in the drawers until his sweet old mother calls you both to the kitchen to eat, not too dissimilar from how she did when you were younger.

“I’m going to bury you alive,” you snarl at him, leaning into the arm tossed around your shoulders as you make your way down the hall to eat. “Watch your damn back. I’ll put cyanide in your food tomorrow, try me bitch.”

He merely snickers as you threaten him with the most bizarre forms of torture you can conjure, all while the smell of a hot supper fills the air around the house.

based on this video bc I love Lori and Noah 🥺🩷

[fluffyf0x]

Asking you out on Valentines hq boys

Osamu, Oikawa, Sugawara, Hinata

Osamu

Trust me when I say that he will make so many homemade food. But they're absolute heaven sent. He probably made onigiris, heart shaped. Then added homemade chocolates. He made them all himself. Wasn't really sure if he wanted to leave it on your desk the next morning or give it to you straight ahead.

Ends up being caught placing it on your table. It was lunch time and everyone was gone so Osamu took the chance. You forgot your lunch then caught him placing the food on your table. Osamu was really flustered. But you laughed it off and took the chocolates and onigiri. Saying that you'll have it for lunch instead. You weren't dense. You knew Osamu liked you. So instead of letting him speak, you simply pecked his lips. Leaving him stunned.

"Be my boyfriend?"

Oikawa

Idc what y'all say, but he made the loudest confession. EVER. Like he walked through those doors, roses in hand and just shouted

"(NAME), I LIKE YOU, GO OUT WITH ME"

Don't reject him. Please. He's gonna treat you well.

He radiates malewife energy I swear.

Later on he'd probably ask you out again, in more peaceful and quiet place. No one around. He wants you to be completely honest. Because he knows you could've been a bit too stunned and forced to say yes in the confession in the crowd. So he really wants to make sure to save you trouble and doesn't want you to be in a relationship that's forced.

You confirm to him and say yes that you really like him too. And that you'd be glad to be his s/o.

Sugawara

He's so- chaotic. Canonically he's so chaotic. So he'd probably also be a bit chaotic confessing to you. He'd bring chocolates and then ask you out somewhere peaceful. He prepared a whole ass speech but he'd be stuttering every sentence and he'd keep messing up his words. Til he'd give up and just straight tell you.

You could merely smile when he confesses to you. You accept his confession.

Filled with joy, he'd probably hug you tightly afterwards. Basking in your presence.

Hinata

I was really unsure how to imagine this at first, but I feel like he'd actually ask advice from the team. Most of them offer to help him confess. So you end up in the volleyball gym, with no one there. Baited by Yachi and Yamaguchi.

Hinata comes to the gym, with flowers and chocolates and a really red face.

He'd stutter and mess his words up a lot too. But he'll be able to send the message to you. The message where he liked you, no- loved you. He'd do everything for you. He also would've said that he did his best in his volleyball matches so that he can try to impress you.

[kitashousewife]

text me

an: i luv luv shoyo he is so sweet and special. i thought he would be perf for this!

pairings: timeskip!hinata x fem!reader

warnings: none, fluff fluff fluff!!

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the cloud of vapor that swirls from hinata's lips causes him to shudder. for the first night since high school, he stands at the bus stop in the middle of winter.

the sky paints a beautiful picture above him with vivid streaks of pink and orange. those that pass by offer him a friendly smile or nod, and the sun sets with a warm goodbye.

if he didn't know any better, tonight almost feels hopeful.

hinata can't help but smile. really, today couldn't have been worse. not only did his car not start this morning, but he lost his wallet as well. he missed almost every serve at practice, and he's pretty sure he rolled his ankle at some point. the cherry on top was when every teammate of his left, leaving him stranded at the gym.

which is where he finds himself now, standing at the bus stop with nothing but the keys to his apartment. he chuckles to himself as he pictures his wallet, resting in the middle of his kitchen island, where it always is.

a habit he can't seem to break.

thankfully public transit is free, or he would really be stuck. he fixes the beanie on his head, one that he found at the very bottom of his gym bag, and checks his phone. it's friday night, which means the start of a small break for MSBY before their next trip. hinata grins once more, remembering his plans for the night. a quick shower, grabbing something to eat, before heading to bokuto's for some movies and hopefully, drinks.

the hiss of breaks grabs his attention, pulling him away from the group chat on his screen. he steps on, finding a spot quickly, and lets out a sigh of relief at the warmth. his cheeks turn pink, nose a tad rosy, but he feels at ease.

when the bus pulls away from the stop, he feels a bit more relaxed. he's already mapped his route home, only six more stops to go. his fingers come up to run his hands through his hair, completely forgetting about the hat. it slips off, slowly falling to the bus floor. hinata's fingers reach to grab it, but he's met with something much warmer.

"oh-"

"sorry-"

he looks up and meets your eyes, and can't help the gasp that leaves his lips. how he didn't notice you before, he's not sure. you're breathtaking.

at this rate, he's never fixing his car. not if it means he can see you again.

"here," you gesture the hat towards him, and he accepts.

"thanks. y'know, i forgot i was wearing it," hinata smirks. "i just don't wear hats very often."

"you're welcome. i know the feeling."

a silence falls over the two of you. with only the isle between you, but it feels like yards away. you were dying for an opportunity to talk with him since he walked on the bus. his bright smile, soft red hair, and cheery attitude were almost magnetic.

"so," you clear your throat. he looks in your direction with his eyebrows raised. "do you take the bus often? i don't think i've seen you on before."

his arm reaches up to scratch the back of his head. "almost never, actually. you see, my car wouldn't turn on this morning, and i didn't have time to fix it today. i was able to get a ride this morning, but i was left on my own tonight," he shakes his head with an airy laugh. "but i don't mind. i used to ride it a lot in high school."

you hum. he points to you.

"how about you?"

"oh!" you suddenly feel nervous with his warm brown eyes on you. "the bus stops right in front of my work, so i just take it in every day. much easier than driving through downtown during rush hour."

"right!" hinata turns his full body towards you in excitement. "i absolutely hate when our coach schedules practice for those times-oh, my name is hinata shoyo by the way," he reaches his hand out, and you share your name while you shake. "my teammates never seem to care though. i just get so impatient,"

"tell me about it," you sigh. months of trying to navigate the stresses of the parking lot come to mind. "you mentioned teammates, right?"

"yep!" he beams. you could melt on the spot. "i play volleyball, um, professionally," his words trail off at the end with a polite, less enthusiastic smile.

this is the part where hinata usually falters. the conversation goes one of two ways after this; either they perk up at the sound, suddenly interested in the word professional, or they roll their eyes. no matter how he delivers it, it's never received in the way that he hopes.

"wait, for MSBY right?"

his ears perk up. "yes! how-"

"i've seen you before. there's a billboard right outside my office."

he nods, almost a little embarrassed. he really hopes that it's at least a good photo.

he only has a couple stops left, and he really doesn't want to blow this. you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, and he is positive that this isn't by chance.

"w-well, i could get you tickets if you would like. i mean, if you're into that sort of thing,"

you smile. "i would love that! i've actually always wanted to go to a game,"

"what! now you have to go," he laughs, a real laugh and you can't help but feel warm inside. you can't seem to remember the stresses of the week, not with him beside you. "here, if you wouldn't mind."

he hands you his phone, contacts already opened and ready for your information. you fill it out quickly, sending yourself a message before handing it back to him.

"we're actually headed to tokyo next week, so our next home game won't be for a bit. but, i promise i will let you know when i find out!"

"you're sweet."

hinata blushes. his mouth opens to speak, but he's cut off by the hiss of the bus breaks once again.

"well, this is me," you stand up, grabbing your things.

his stomach flips.

"mind if i join you?"

you giggle. "to walk off the bus? is this even your stop?"

no, it's not.

"why not?"

you think for a second before nodding. he gives you a toothy grin. the two of you thank the bus driver before heading off, one right after the other. hinata hits the pavement with a sigh.

"it was good to meet you tonight," he says your name with a smile.

"you as well hinata. got any fun plans for the evening?"

"i was going to see some of my teammates. how about you?"

"oh my gosh," you stretch, looking up at the light dancing of stars. "order take out, watch a show, go to bed late," you shake your head. "nothing too exciting."

the two of you stand in silence once again. hinata kicks at a rock on the sidewalk, and you pull at a thread on your jacket.

"hey-"

"yeah i-"

the two of you look at each other with shy smiles and quick laughs.

"i have a few days off until we head to tokyo. would you want to get some dinner with me before then?"

"i would like that," you eye him as he starts to turn on his heels.

"okay, then it's a date!"

"see you soon, hinata. text me!" you shout with a giggle and he turns around to give you a wink.

"you can count on it!"

[h2uji]

ADORABLE CHUBBY CHEEKS!!  ‹𝖧𝖠𝖨𝖪𝖸𝖴𝖴› 🏐

#pairing. Osamu, Hinata.

#genre. F!reader, Fluff, (d/n daughter's name), (s/n son's name).

#warning.. ‑

cute moments with the HQ boys kids

OSAMU squints his eyes, carefully applying the melted chocolate on top of the cake with a swirl focusing on writing his daughter's name under the 'happy birthday' neatly on her first birthday mini vanilla cake that him and his wife made it by themselves

"PAPA" hearing her tiny voice made him frown his eyebrows In confusion, didn't he tell his wife that it has to be a 'surprise' by keeping d/n distracted, well she think that's stupid she's only 1 doesn't even know that, just a toddler.

turning his head toward her his face softened when he noticed her cute pink puffy dress and the white colored bow band around her head, the wobbly steps walking toward her father with a smile

placing the swirl on the counter he lift her up kissing her forehead, "will hello princess, Don't you look nice on that tiny dress?" she start giggling placing her tiny hands on her fathers cheeks, "since you're here why don't you help me, your mother ruined the surprise anyways" he frowned as he pulled her chair closer to the cake and placing her

connected the seat belt he sighed "Alright baby look" opening the high cabinet he toke the rainbow sprinkles out slightly shaking it then twisting the lid open "now look carefully princess, I'll show you how its done" he carefully applied it on top of the cake slightly sticking his tongue out while d/n mouth was open her sparkly eyes are on the colorful sprinkles craving on eating them alone instead

"your turn" handing it to her he watched her is her tiny arms reached to taking it away "alright just like ho-" he got interrupted by his daughter who raised her head and opened her mouth shaking the sprinkles in her mouth "NO" quickly taking the sprinkles away from her

"mmm" a few sprinkles went down her tongue sucking the flavors, but she pouted it wasn't enough to satisfy her, "its for the cake baby" he continued on adding more while his daughter was still tasting the flavor on her tongue sucking and biting on her lower lip

she looked so cute her feet dangling on her high chair, her big eyes that look exactly like him staring at the cake, those chubby cheeks and the smile that look exactly like her mothers probably his Favorite thing about both of them.

HINATA "I can go my fever isn't that bad shoyo" your eyes were half lidded with a runny nose and dirty used tissues were all over the bed and floor, it was obviously a lie "NO darling rest how is 39.2 C fever isn't bad, me and s/n will go buy groceries real quick, right little man?" looking down at his 6yrs old who looked up at him with a smile and raised his arms "YES" walking to his mom who was laying on bed with cool wet towel placed on her forehead, "don't worry mommy"he ran his little fingers on her sweaty hair.

putting s/n inside the kart he took the grocery list out of his back pocket "alright bud, here is the list mommy gave us" he handed the paper to him relying on him to read it, "you read and I'll push the kart ok?" s/n took it with excitement on his eyes as he nodded his head aggressively

Hinata pushed the cart to the dairy section “Read the first grocery”, the 6yrs old squints his eyes as he opened his mouth “eggs” looking around the fridges he smiled when he found the eggs “EGGS RIGHT THERE” he pointed with his index finger

his father smiled at him as he petted his head "good job little man" pushing the kart he grabbed the egg trey placing it on the kart "alright what's next?", s/n slid his index finger on the paper as he start to get sweaty at the long word he was trying to read "t-to-ma" rising his head to look at his father waiting for his help but he only nodded at him

"I know you can read it bud, just divide them remember?" giving him a closed eye smile and pulling the stroller to the side, "u-uhm" s/n gulped once again squints his eyes trying his best to read the 8 words, "See the first 4 words you can read that right?", the orange haired kid nodded his head "alright read it nice and slow"

taking a deep breath he started "toma" Hinata patted his head praising him "good job!, now the other 4 words" s/n hummed giggling at the word "toes" looking at his dad he connected the words "tomatoes!" rising his hand for a high-five, s/n slaped his palm on his "you did great baby, now to the vegetable section!"

©h2uji ⋅ Please do not repost my work ⋅ or translating it in any other platform

[xxmaddyxx]

haikyuu boys and dates ;)

pls pls PLEASE take this man on a picnic, like imagine y'all feeding each other chocolate covered strawberries under a cherry blossom tree with his head in your lap ugh my heart would melt AKAASHI, sugawara, IWAIZUMI OMG, KITAAA, tsukishima after some convincing, USHIJIMA, kuroo, yamaguchi, KENMA

movie nights. any movie. you'll pull up to his house and he will have a whole snack layout on the coffee table you can't even see the table anymore. he has a little pillow fort set up and everything, plushies, fairy lights, you name it this man bought it and set it up for you both "baby how long did this take you?" you smiled at the setup he created "sh, that doesn't matter.... all day hehe" OIKAWA, BOKUTO pls he would spend sm time perfectly setting everything up, daichi, HINATA, nishinoya, ASAHI HES SO ADORABLE

study dates... even though after like 20 minutes both of you would be watching tik toks and sending them to each other when you're literally like right beside each other on the bed. and he would sneak pics of you laughing at them ;) bcs he believes his tiktok humor is superior but his entire fyp is questionable SUNA he has so many pics of you laughing its not ok lmao, nishinoya, KUROO, bokutoooo, TANAKA (his fyp is so f'd up oml)

volleyball dates, ok hear me out here.... even if you like totally suck he would coach you. but if you play vball too oh boy will he get competitive. like you guys will be peppering/passing and he will hit the most impossible, unrecievable spike ever and you'll be sitting there like wtf bro and he's just like "babe that was nothing where were you ;)" with the biggest smug face... like eventually both of you invite your friends and it's not even a date anymore it's volleyball war OIKAWA HE WOULD BE SO COMPETITIVE, kageyama like he would invite hinata and you would complain abt how unfair their quick attacks are, ATSUMU, tsukishimaaaa, suna

PLEASE BAKE WITH HIM, like you could both suck at baking and by the end of it both of you are covered in flour. but it's still adorable and while the stuff is in the oven imagine both of you slow dancing or even just jumping around to some 90's rap or whatever. then it comes out of the oven and tastes absolutely disgusting lol "you wanna try again babe?" he asks "we're out of eggs" "then get in the car!" more dancing and singing in the car otw there :((( so adorable oml ATSUMU, BOKUTO- IT WOULD BE SO CHAOTIC OML, terushimaaaa, hinata, KUROO, akaashi i love him sm, IWAIZUMI he would totally blast like 50 cent or some shi otw to the store masterlist <3

[reverie-starlight]

hello! as a dancer, i would like to kindly ask who do you think is secretly the best dancer in haikyuu?

okay okay okay

happy valentine's first of all!!

second of all, my only experience with dance was ballet when i was 3 SO idk if I'm qualified to determine the BEST??

and i'm not sure if you meant like, specific style, so I'll try to incorporate a bunch/keep it vague. also the best dancers are kinda sprinkled throughout, it's not really a straight answer, I'm sorry!! ig the ones in all caps are my opinion of the best dancers.

this was so fun to think about and write!! thank you for the request and sorry it took so long to post!!!

{Haikyuu characters that know how to dance and those who don't- HCs}

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OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD, I think he would be good at ballroom dancing. His parents definitely made him take lessons when he was a kid and either hated it and endured it or secretly enjoyed it and never let on. no one could figure it out. but when you're at some fancy event with him and he suddenly leads you onto the dancefloor and starts waltzing along with the other couples, you're pleasantly surprised.

SAKUSA (he is so smug about it when you get slightly flustered when he pulls you close and marvel at how good he is), Osamu (didn't mind it, but would never admit it, especially to tsumu. likes to dance with you) and Atsumu (hated it back then but loves it now that he has you for a partner at the fancier galas), KITA (the one who actually didn't hate it and wasn't afraid to admit it and ofc he's amazing at it), Oikawa (definitely dressed up for his classes), Akaashi (he is SO SMOOTH), Aran and surprisingly even to me, Kageyama. DAICHI.

he would be good, but only because before he started with volleyball, his parents needed something to keep him active and busy. he was the definition of a fidgety kid. no specific style bc obviously he eventually got into volleyball. but he's good at keeping a rhythm, definitely doesn't have two left feet. knows how to follow basic choreography, probably.

HINATA (okay he's clumsy but not when he's dancing), tanaka, NOYA, BOKUTO, kyotani (he'll never admit it tho), hanamaki (seijoh will tease him for it until they learn oikawa willingly wore a suit to his classes even if it wasn't madatory), Tendou.

has never taken a dance class but is surprisingly decent at staying on beat when you're dancing together. either in a club/party setting or just dancing in your living room, they can definitely move.

MATSUKAWA, SUNA (tho only you know it, he'd rather die than let the twins find out), Sugawara, KUROO (I WILL REST ON THIS HILL, I WANT TO DANCE WITH HIM), Yaku, SEMI. Kiyoko. Iwaizumi. (iwa and mattsun are crazy good imo).

CANNOT DANCE TO SAVE THEIR LIFE, but will try anyway bc they know it makes you laugh. will probably be sitting out at parties unless you insist everyone is too drunk to care how bad someone is at dancing.

kenma, USHIJIMA (he needs to be bad at something and that something is dancing sorry), YACHI, Asahi, Alisa, LEV, Tsukki, Yamaguchi, KUNIMI, kindaichi.

side note: hinata and oikawa definitely picked up more moves in brazil and argentina respectively. they can dance. thank you that is all.

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I hope this was okay!!! Wishing you a happy valentine's day <333

[sleepyxxhead]

COULD U DO A FIC OF MAYBE THE READER COMFORTING HINATA AFTER A BAD GAME OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND ❤️❤️

A/n: omg yes this is so cute <3

Genres: fluff | comfort

Word count: 417

Character(s): Hinata Shoyo

“Hinata, get the last!” Tanaka shouted.

As the ball started to come down, Hinata jumped as high as he could. As soon as the ball had dropped low enough, he swung at it, aiming for their setter. However, the ball merely grazed his fingers, hitting the ground behind him.

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The ball is coming to me.

I have to get it up.

I will get it up.

“Hinata, get it up!”

It’s perfect!

It’s going to get up!

Kageyama will-

The ball hit Hinata’s platform, rebounding off to his right. It seemed to move in slow motion as it shot towards Takeda-sensei, Daichi bounding as fast as he could to somehow keep it in play.

*thump*

Daichi crashed into ground just as the ball hit the court. Immediately, cheers erupted from the other side of the court.

-

Almost every play Hinata made that match was like these. Karasuno stilled won the match, but Hinata felt disheartened to say the least. He had missed everything that wasn’t a quick from Kageyama.

After the match, Hinata came home exhausted. He wasn’t jumping around, talking about how his hits went “pow!” and how Kageyama’s sets went “whoosh!”. 

“Buttercup, what’s wrong?” you asked him, lifting his chin so that his eyes would meet yours. You saw tears forming in his eyes, his face scrunching up in frustration. 

“I played so bad today!” he sobbed out, disappointment dredging his words. “It just…i-it feels like I’m useless without Kageyama!” Hinata wailed. “I didn’t do a single good thing except for those quicks!”

You pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back in small circles. “Sho, I think you did absolutely amazing. I think you always do amazing. With or without Kageyama.” You held his face in your hands and wiped his tears away with your thumbs. “Today might not have been a day that you were proud of, but I know that I am incredibly proud of you. I also know,” you continued, “that none of your teammates were upset with you. Despite how you thought you played, none of them ever told you that you were doing bad, did they? Not even Tsukishima-kun!” You giggled. 

“How about you go take a shower, I’ll get your favorite take out, and we’ll watch some movies to get your mind off of it, okay?” you proposed.

Hinata nodded and you pecked him on his forehead. “Okay,” you whispered into his forehead. “Go get ready for a shower and the food will be here in 20.”

A/n: I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FDSALFDJSAKDS MY BAD FAM anyways have a nice day cutie <33

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[haikyuuhoo]

8:16pm

The setting sun felt nice in the growing chill of the evening. The light painted oranges and yellows across Hinata’s tanned skin, the remaining warmth warmth relaxing him in his place lounging on your back porch.

He tilted his head back at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, one eye squinting against the sun as it opened. “Mmm, what’re you doing?”

“Shh,” you said, and he could hear the smile on your lips. Your hands moved to cup his cheeks and tilt his head back down, and he felt the touch of something feather-light against his nose, the smell delicate and sweet. He felt your fingers in his hair again as he let his eyes fall back shut, deciding to focus on the way your fingertips skittered around his head.

“Don’t fall asleep,” you chided when you noticed his breathing slow, “you’ll get a sunburn out here.”

An exasperated huff of air left his lips and Hinata reached behind him to squeeze your thigh. “No I won’t. Sun’s going away. But if you keep playing with my hair like that what else am I supposed to do?”

His heart fluttered at the laugh that left you.

“Oh hush, I’m almost done.” And a few moments later you were, and you rounded the chair he was sitting in to admire your work.

Hinata’s eyes peeked open again now that you were blocking the sun, and he was met with the sight of you grinning down at him behind your phone.

“Oh, that is so gonna be my new wallpaper,” you said before turning the phone around, showing him the photo you’d taken.

Hinata’s cheeks flushed a light pink as he looked at the photo of himself. His eyes were still closed, and he looked relaxed, peaceful, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as a result of your antics. The sun that was coming in over your shoulder lit up his hair so that it shone with a golden glint like a crown, but what topped it all of were the small blue flowers scattered about his hair like jewels. He raised his eyebrows and reached a hand up to touch one.

“No!” Your hand shot out to wrap around his wrist, and you gave him a pout. “They look so cute, Sho.”

Before you knew it he was amusedly tugging you closer by the grip you had on him, his free arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you down onto his lap. “Where’d you get them?”

“Hmm?” You tore your gaze away from your own handiwork before pointing over your shoulder toward the garden. “Oh, I planted some a while ago and they’re blooming now. Aren’t they pretty? I think they compliment your hair color very nicely.” You placed your hand on his cheek again, fingertips pushing into his hair.

“Mmm,” he conceded, covering your hand with his and stroking his thumb over your skin. “So since you got a new wallpaper photo does this mean I should take one too?”

You cocked your head to the side slightly with a small smile. “Sure, if you want.” You leaned back to give him the room to do so. “Have at it.”

You barely had time to register the changing expression on his face before he was raising you off of him and standing you both up. “I have just the thing in mind,” he said, and then he was pulling you behind him and into the house.

The sliding door closed quickly in his haste, shutting in the sound of your questioning laughs as blue flowers fluttered to the ground.

just a lil drabble for the sunshine boy bc I wanna play with his hair and had a daydream about this :)

[thehusbandoden]

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (atsumu miya, rintarou suna, wakatoshi ushijima & shoyo hinata). fluff. somewhat decent relationship advice. downbad fiancés. healthy relationships(!!). suggestive moments. petnames.

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part two can be read here.

dear future husband m.list. // hq. masterlist.

ATSUMU MIYA.

“after every fight, just apologize.”

“Relationship advice?” You repeat, sitting across from the NHK interviewer, mic strapped to your shirt as a camera filmed your living room. She nods, smiling while holding a microphone of her own.

“Yes! Tell us, what is the secret to a healthy relationship?”

You tilt your head, “Well, I guess I have some advice to give.” Your fingers drum against the armrest of your couch as you sit in thought, contemplating on what to tell the reporter, “hmm..”

Atsumu sitting beside you laughs, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder, “I have some advice I’d like to give as well.”

You turn to him with a grimace. “I don’t want any young viewers following whatever is about to come out of your mouth, ‘Tsumu.”

He looks at you offended; reeling his arm back to his side, shock spelled out all over his face. “Excuse me, I’m great at romance. I romanced you, didn’t I?”

“Unfortunately,” you jest, with Atsumu exclaiming in protest, “But this isn’t just about romancing someone, ‘Tsumu. They’re asking what makes a relationship a healthy one.”

“So?” He shrugs, “A healthy relationship is one that’s full of romance.”

“I apologize for him,” you playfully tell the interviewer, ignoring the look Atsumu gives you in response, “He’s not the best at this sorta stuff.”

She merely giggles, “No worries, the players are allowed to give their own opinions as well.” Atsumu puffs his chest out, “See, babe? She said I can talk too.”

“Yeah well, just make sure to cut out whatever he says in the final broadcast,” She lets out a snort at your jab, hiding the smile that creeps onto her face behind her microphone while Atsumu shoves your shoulder in despair.

“Awe, c’mon! I’m not that bad with relationship advice!” He pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy when he does so, “What makes you think I’m so bad at this, do you actually want to marry me, babe?”

Your eyes soften at his saddened tone, feeling slightly guilty you link your fingers with his, eyes full of love when he smiles down at your intertwined hands.

“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”

The camera crew awes as you turn back to face the cameras, still holding Atsumu’s hand firmly in your own, running your thumb over the smooth cut diamond ring studded band he wears on his ring finger.

“The advice I have to give viewers is; Apologize when you are wrong,” you tell the interviewer, “No matter your pride, no amount will replace your relationship. It’s never worth sacrificing your loved one just for the sake of winning an argument.”

“Uh huh, you’re one to talk about that, babe,” Atsumu rolls his neck, “You never apologize first, it’s always me who has to for you to talk to me again.”

“What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “I’m the one who initiates the apology conversations, you’re the stubborn one out of us.”

“Nuh-uh.”

You groan, “Exactly.”

Atsumu pulls his hand out of yours, placing it on your thigh instead before facing the cameras. “But, she is right. Do not ever choose a winning an argument over your partner. It ends badly.”

“You would know,” you snort, “You give me the longest silent treatments until I coax you out of it with kisses.”

“Can we cut that out of the broadcast, please?”

You purse your lips to hide the oncoming smile until Atsumu leans forward, a handsome grin on his face as he looks directly into the rolling cameras with a newfound confidence.

“But, y’know. I do always apologize in the end, ‘cause my girl’s never wrong.”

RINTAROU SUNA.

“make time for her.”

“You see this girl?” Suna jabs a thumb in your direction from across the kitchen, leaning against the marble island lazily as the camera team nods. “Yeah, she gets constipated if I don’t give her enough attention.”

Your head perks up immediately as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, “Do not.”

“See, she’s doing it right now.” He ignores, drinking from his glass of water before setting it down on the counter, ignoring the little gasp you let out at his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm before sliding a coaster under his drink, “Don’t scratch the marble, Rinnie. I just bought this island.”

The camera team silently giggles at the short interactions between you two, with Suna sticking his tongue out at you and in response you give him a middle finger before he turns back to face them, “Can you believe her?”

Scoffing, you enter the camera frame beside him, “Don’t bring them into this, Rinnie.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m your fiancée.”

Suna opens his mouth to argue before shutting it promptly, “Good point.”

One of the crew members holds a sign from behind the cameras, indicating to get the interview back on topic. “Why would you ever ask her for relationship advice?” Suna chuckles, “I was the one who made the first move.”

“The interview is for the fiancée’s of the JNT, Mr. Suna,” the interviewer reminds him, “But the players are welcome to voice their own opinions as well.”

Suna stretches his arm behind his back with a yawn, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from underneath his home shirt before disappearing quickly, “Well in that case, allow me to voice this opinion—”

You slap a hand over his mouth before he can begin, “Nope, didn’t you hear them? This is my interview, Rinnie.”

“Buhf dey shaid I can shpeak too, affhole." Suna glares from behind your hand, removing it from his mouth with a groan. “Did you even wash your hand? Tastes gross.”

“Why did you lick my hand?”

“We’ve done freakier things than that and that’s what you’re worried about?”

Your words get lodged in your throat, sputtering out hurriedly, “This is going on T.V, Rinnie!”

He looks to you with a smug smile, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to rewatch this interview and see your reaction again later.”

Your fists clench momentarily before taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself and facing the cameras with a smile. “Anyways, some relationship advice I’d give to anyone watching; make time for your spouse.”

Suna nods along to your words, “Mhm, I think that’s the most important thing in a relationship.”

“Shut up, Rinnie.”

“Ouch,” he fakes a stab through his heart, monotonous eyes but a playful grin on his lips. “I talk for two seconds and you tell your dear fiancé to shut up?”

You shake your head towards him jokingly, continuing to talk to the interviewer, “A healthy relationship means you spend time with your loved ones, and your spouse should be the most loved person in your life.”

The reporter nods, “I see, I see, what do you suggest to our viewers the best ways to spend quality time with their lover?”

“In bed.” Suna chimes in immediately, earning another smack on the shoulder from you. “What?” He looks at you with a knowing grin, “Oh, you— I didn’t mean like that, oh my god you’re sooo dirty minded.”

He chuckles, “I meant like cuddling, laying in bed together, watching movies. Y’know, wholesome things.”

“Nothing is wholesome with you,” you exasperate, speaking from personal experience. “But yes, those are great ways to spend times with your lover. They’re good times to bond with them, or just relax and unwind after a long day.”

“Yeah, after a gruelling day of practice, it’s nice to come home and lay in her arms,” Suna motions to you before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grin now replaced with a small but gentle smile. “She’s all I want to see after practice.”

“Wow,” you tease, leaning your head atop his, “and where did you learn to be so smooth, hm? Are you just playing it up for the cameras, Rinnie?”

Suna snickers, hands crossed over his chest relaxed, “I would never,” he says before mumbling close to your ear.

“I just, really like to spend time with you.”

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.

“treat her like a lady.”

“My fiancé is out right now at the gym,” you inform the NHK station crew, their camera men follow you inside your house for the opening shots of the broadcast. “Make yourselves comfortable while you wait.”

The interviewer settles himself on a seat at your dining table as you reach for the vase of flowers atop, moving into the kitchen to pour the old water out of their vase, careful to not spill any over your kitchen counter as you refill the container with fresh water from your tap.

Refreshing the water, you carefully place the flowers back into their vase before rearranging them neatly, coming back out of the kitchen to place them back on your table and adjusting them accordingly as the interviewer watches amazed.

“Those flowers are very lovely,” he notes softly, almost as if any louder of a volume would disturb the plants, “Did you fiancé happen to get them for you?”

You smile, “yes, he did,” recalling the first time he got you a bouquet, on your first date many years ago.

“‘Toshi knows I love flowers.”

The soft click of the lock to your house causes you to perk your head up in familiarity, the frame of your fiancé’s figure coming into view as you see him placing his shoes down beside your door before coming inside.

“Welcome home, dear,” you call out to him from the kitchen, one of the camera crew’s members break off to film your fiancé as he enters the home. He drops his gym bag to the floor beside your couch, removing his jacket and hanging it on your coatrack before passing through the halls of your shared home to get to you.

Ushijima shuffles his way into the kitchen, passing by the camera crew and approaching you from behind, hugging you as his hands are wrap around your stomach, head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.

You lean into his touch, his freshly showered hair smells of the shampoo the two of you use.

“Are you showing them the flowers I got you?” He asks, eying the pretty arrangement of flowers on the table. The cameras zoom in to take a closer shot at the flowers, noting the vibrancy of the colours and the lack of thorns adorning the stems.

You and the reporter nod, Ushijima lets a small smile settle on his face. “She told me they were her favourites,” he tells the reporter.

“Hm,” he hums before turning to you, microphone extending outwards. “is that your relationship advice for the viewers then? Giving your loved one gifts?”

You shake your head quickly, “Oh, no! No, that’s not my advice— Of course, do get your partner gifts if you know they’ll enjoy them.” Ushijima straightens up, hands snaking around your waist to stand beside you as the cameras pan out to record the both of you in the same shot.

“‘Toshi just really likes to get me little things,” you smile, reminicing on all the times your eyes barely glazed over something in a store front before he was scrambling inside the shop to buy it for you, despite your pleas.

“But gifts do not have to be expensive,” You reassure the viewers again, “just little trinkets that remind you of your partner will be enough.”

Ushijima nods before lifting your hand up to the camera, showing off the engagement ring with a large diamond displayed proudly atop it. “Yes, but I do like to splurge when it comes to her.”

You retract your hand quickly, warily eying your fiancé, “‘Toshi! Don’t make the viewers think they need to buy people’s happiness with expensive gifts!”

His head tilts unsurely, “My love, do you not like the ring I got you?”

“I-I do! When did I ever say I didn’t?”

His eyes crinkle slightly in concern, “Then why are you hiding our engagement ring from the viewers?”

“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want young, inexperienced lovers to think they need something like a huge, flashy engagement ring to be loved by someone.”

“But you deserve the best,” he rebuffs, “There is nothing I wouldn’t buy for you if you asked.”

“‘Toshi.. this isn’t really helping our case…”

The reporter turns to Ushijima, “Even though this is a special for the JNT fiancées, the players are allowed to give their own insight.” He informs your soon-to-be husband, “Do you have anything else to add for our viewers?”

Ushijima thinks for a moment, silent in thought as you look to your fiancé, and the sight of his matching engagement ring twinkling under the bright studio lights filling your home catches your eye all too quickly.

“Do you have anything you want to say, ‘Toshi?” You nudge his shoulder slightly when he continues to remain quiet, an encouraging smile on your lips.

He nods, bringing the hand with your ring on it before giving the intricately cut diamond a kiss, his piercing eyes gazing deep into yours, causing your face to heat up fervently at his wolfish grin.

“Treat your partner the best that you can, like the lady she is and deserves to be treated as.”

SHOYO HINATA.

“don’t forget your anniversaries!”

Shoyo’s leg bounces feverishly as the reporter speaks to you casually, unable to contain his excitement at being asked to join you for this broadcasted interview special.

His grin is wide, beaming whenever you sneak small glances at him whenever the reporter looks down at their cue cards of start up questions to ease into the conversation, before the real topic is brought up.

“Do you have any relationship advice for our viewers?”

You’re about to speak until Shoyo interrupts you, quite literally flying out of his seat while brightly smiling as his hand grasps yours with a tight grip, “I do, I do!”

The reporter chortles, smiling at his tactics, “Thank you, Mr. Hinata. But this interview is specifically for your fiancée.” Shoyo’s face sullens lightly until he speaks again, “But you’re allowed to give your own thoughts when she’s done.”

Shoyo slumps back into his seat dejectedly as you rub his back comfortingly, “Sorry, Sho. But just let me speak first, okay?” His pout is replaced instantaneously at your words with the usual smile he holds when around you, “Alright, baby!”

You look towards the reporter, hand still clasped in Shoyo’s securely. “Here is my advice for a healthy relationship; Don’t forget your anniversaries.”

Your fiancé’s mouth hangs open in shock at your words, head whipping to face you with a hearty laugh, “That’s what I was going to say!”

The look of shock that spreads across your face amuses him, staring at you expectantly for a few moments before you too erupt into laughter, shoulders shaking in surprise as the two of you cling to each other for support, with Shoyo nearly falling off the couch with how hard he cackles.

He clings onto your shoulder to stop himself from tumbling, which in turn causes you to laugh harder as you try to pull him back up as Shoyo calls out for you to ‘save him’.

“Baby, I’m falling!” Shoyo shrieks while howling with laughter, “Grab my hand!”

“You’re already grabbing my hand, Sho!”

Cameras stationed around your living room pan to zoom in on Shoyo’s joyful face when he fools around with you, the grip he still holds on your hand as clear as day as you jokingly attempt to rescue his bumbling self.

The out of frame reporter looks to the two of you happily, the fact that you both seem so absorbed in each other and have forgotten about the interview portion of the broadcast is surprisingly heartwarming for both the crew and the viewers watching the broadcast.

Once the two of you manage to calm down, you shyly look back to the NHK crew with a timid smile.

“Sorry,” you apologize to your interviewer, coughing as you try to hold back another bout of laughter when you catch Shoyo smiling at you again, attempting to contain his giggles. “We got a little- uhm, carried away.”

“It’s no problem,” the reporter chuckles, “I can see the two of you are very much in love, so is that the advice you wish to tell our viewers on how your relationship with each other is so healthy?”

You and Shoyo nod simultaneously, “Yeah, don’t you ever forget your partner’s anniversaries!!” Shoyo sternly but playfully warns the viewers, “I’m serious, guys! Anniversaries are important!”

“What anniversaries should our viewers be aware of when it comes to their lovers?”

This time you speak up, “Well, the major and most well known ones of course,” you begin, listing off the ones you can recall at the moment.

“For example; first month together, first year spent as a couple, birthdays could also count I suppose—”

“Did you know I proposed to her on our fifth anniversary?” Shoyo interrupts excitedly, the same happy and bright smile on his face shining when he proudly pulls up his hand to show off the ring on his finger, “I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to put the ring on her finger after she accepted!”

Recalling that memory brings warmth to your cheeks, “Yeah, he literally forgot about the ring in the box until I asked him about it later.”

“But in any case,” you circle back to original topic at hand, noticing the way Shoyo’s smile dampens a little when you switch back so quickly as you shoot him an apologetic smile, you don’t want to waste the reporter’s and NHK crew’s time any longer.

“Don’t forget your anniversaries, people! They’re a big deal for a ton of lovers!”

“Th-that’s right!” Shoyo piggybacks off your response, “And if you do forget, you better apologize a lot!”

The reporter nods, turning their attention to your fiancé. “And do you have any final thoughts for our viewers on how you maintain a healthy relationship with your fiancée, Mr. Hinata?”

Shoyo smiles deviously at the open ended question he’s been dying to answer this whole time; his hand creeping teasingly up your thigh to the small of your back as he leans in real close to you with a knowing wink, the flushed expression displayed on your face at his actions encourages him even more to continue.

His eyes glint with amusement, the mischievous grin on his lips is firm even in front of several strangers and cameras rolling in real time, footage of his behaviour being broadcasted to the entirety of Japan this very second.

And without shame or guilt, Shoyo smirks.

“Make your anniversary nights real special for her, trust me on that one.”

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[semifilms]

doing that silly little lipstick tiktok trend to the song “k.” by cigarettes after sex with them. when you pan the camera to him wiping away your smudged lipstick and he’s just staring at you with so much adoration and a little smile on his lips—face covered in kiss marks. which causes you to smile hard at the sight. once the audio cuts off and the video stops you turn to him, “see that was fun wasn’t it?” and he’s completely zoned or now just staring at your lips—his slightly parted. you know exactly what he wants now and you wouldn’t hesitate to lean in to lock your lips with his. once you pull out of the kiss he’s cheesing and is all, “if there’s ever anymore trends like that don’t even ask me, i’ll do it no questions asked.”

ATSUMU, SEMI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, kuroo, BOKUTO, konoha, ARAN, SUNA, hinata, SUGAWARA, daichi, TANAKA, NOYA, kyotani, TERUSHIMA, aone, tendo,

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[lumiinix]

Whenever he went to the store, ladies will stop on their tracks and look at him with heart on their eyes, they would gossip to eachother about how there’s this handsome man who always came into this store, some even build enough courage to went up to him and strike up a conversation, only to be severely disappointed when they saw the wedding band on his ring finger. It gets awkward for them when they see him again, this time with you by his side, your husband’s hand around your waist and what’s more? A 5 year old child sitting on his shoulder. Yeah, they’re too late, he’s off the market now.

[wake-uptoreality]

You always liked the thought of 'your moles being where your lover kissed you the most in your past life'. When you innocently tell him that, he grabs your hand pulling you closer to his chest. "Like this, baby?" He murmurs as he starts kissing every inch of your face where your beauty marks are located. You furrow your eyebrows, clenching his shirt with shaky hands. He goes lower and lower, breathing on your neck at last, gulping the sweet smell of you perfume. "You are my past, present and future love, never forget that" he grumbles "...now should we find your other moles too, sweetheart?"

-> IWAIZUMI, ushijima, hinata, BOKUTO, sakusa, AKAASHI, aone, OSAMU.

[sassycheesecake]

- ATSUMU MIYA, TŌRU OIKAWA, KŌTARŌ BOKUTO, Shōyō Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, LEV HAIBA, Satori Tendō, SHŪGO MEIAN, KIYOOMI SAKUSA

[luvring]

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENTS

gn!reader | timeskip kenma, hinata, sakusa, suna

KENMA’s chat has never moved faster than now as you sit together and watch edits that fans have made of him, and the two of you. you jokingly coo and hug him when you find an edit about “how he looks at you.” “ken! oh my god, you’re so—” “shut up, scroll away already.” “no, i’m sending this to myself, stop—give me the phone!” kenma turns away, forcing you to wrap yourself around him in a desperate attempt to grab the phone while it’s still on the video. the both of you are laughing when you yell, “chat, chat, somebody send that edit to me!” “chat, don’t listen to them. we aren’t even dating. this relationship was fake the whole time.” “shut the fuck up, kenma.” you say in mock annoyance—a grin still on your face—and hit his arm. he snickers as you stop to rest your head on his shoulder and frown. "please?" a beat passes before he huffs. “fine. i’ll send it to you after.” it was an inevitable outcome, but you still cheer and turn back to the stream to see everyone’s reaction, not catching the loving gaze he has on his face watching you again.

HINATA, despite his usual energy, finds his eyes drooping as he watches the live chat scroll past him. it was late, and he decided to talk to fans before going to bed—about upcoming games, a new restaurant he visited that he thinks might become a favourite, how he’s been looking for new shoes. it’s been maybe an hour when his responses are filled with more hums than sentences, and he decides to rest his head. by the time you find him, he’s been asleep for 10 minutes. “hi guys, i’m gonna end the live and get this guy to bed now,” you whisper with an amused smile. shoyo shuffles at the sound of your voice, and his comes out muffled against the pillow. “babe?” “sorry, sho, did i wake you?” “mm, ‘s okay. are you coming t’bed soon?” “yeah, just ending your live.” “...oh. goodnight everybody,” he murmurs and raises his fingers in what’s supposed to be a wave. his fans watch as he reaches for you, eyes still closed, and make sure to take screenshots of the sleepy, lovesick smile on his face after you kiss his forehead before the live ends.

SAKUSA’s always been teased about how little he posts on his social media outside of things related to his career. it’s not a shock that your relationship isn’t something he posts casually. after an interviewer jokes about how fans might think he’s single, or that you’ve broken up by this point, kiyoomi decides to make a photo dump encompassing the last few months with you. it has a photo of you tucked in bed and sleeping the first night at the new apartment, a video of you singing where he can be heard softly laughing in the background, a photo of you smiling at the birthday gifts and dinner you enjoyed together, a blurry selfie with the two of you kissing, and one where kiyoomi, known for his stoic face and attitude, is a little tipsy and smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck from behind. fans pour out words of support and excitement below his caption of “i love you. happy anniversary, and thank you for letting me be yours.”

SUNA and you are chatting with some fans when one asks if you’ve been watching anything lately. you both say the name of the drama you’re watching together without hesitation, the most recent episode still on your mind. “the way he like, turned her to face him and they were so close before finally kissing—” you cut yourself off with a grin, flustered at the thought as everyone excitedly agrees. “has suna ever done something like that?” someone asks. rintarou turns to you the same time you look at him, cocking his head to the side with a teasing smile. “yeah, have i ever done anything like that?” “no,” you lie, staring right at him. his fans team up, “ooooh”’s thrown his way. you’re not sure what anyone was expecting, but it wasn’t for him to take it as a challenge and step closer. the crowd is suddenly quiet as he leans in, eyes flickering from looking into yours down to your lips. “are you sure?” he murmurs. your breath hitches as he moves in even closer, lips barely an inch from yours. before you realize it, your eyes are fluttering closed as his hand comes to cup your face and lips meet yours. it’s barely a few days later until a video of you kissing goes viral, and rintarou is saving it to his gallery.

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[xxmaddyxx]

pillow talk/confessing ft. hinata and iwaizumi masterlist :)

"y'know..." "...what?" "i really love you." you mumbled into Hinata's chest "hm." you could feel that he was smiling "you wanna know why?" "sure." he began to rub your back as you listed: "you're so... what's the word... out of my league. and not like a bad thing either. you never stop until you reach your goal, which is really admirable. you're charismatic and one of the sweetest guys i've ever met. heck, you're so charismatic that you became close with freaking Kageyama Tobio." you felt him let out a small laugh "y/n, i feel the same about you. i feel really lucky to have even met you, and dating you? hm, i don't deserve it." you put your head up a bit and pecked him on the cheek, "you're also really good with your little sister, which is one of the cutest things ever." he kissed your head, he would've gone on with his list, but you were passed out asleep on his chest.

"haji." "hm?" the two of you were laying in his bed, facing each other "i'm cold." without another word, he pulled you closer and covered you with more blankets "thank you." you kissed his nose "mhm." a few moments pass "i love you." your eyes were closed but you were wide awake when you said it no response "Hajime?" you opened your eyes to see his head buried in his pillow "did you hear me?" you rested your hand on his bare shoulder "mhm." his muffled response made you question if you should've said it you waited for a moment to see if he would respond with either a rejection or an 'i love you' "baby, i'm sorry-" his grip on you tightened as he embraced you. he was shaking, and crying "oh my gosh," "i love you too, i love you so much." his voice was weak, but weak is okay "you scared mee." you frowned and hugged him back "i'm sorry, you just caught me off guard." he looked at you and brought you into a soft kiss "so, this means i can say it more often?" he said "if you mean it, yes" "i mean it, every time, i swear."