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yosuk-e · 14 days ago

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im currently actually planning a novel, but ill write something up for haikyuu soon :) i have a oikawa girl dad in the works

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yosuk-e · 17 days ago

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i wonder if people would like to see my writing outside of haikyuu, like original content

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yosuk-e · 20 days ago

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girl dads ♡ ♡ ft. kenma kozume

a/n: hi guys! currently working on the atsumu request i got (i've got a long series in mind...) so in the meantime here's a kenma thing i wrote up hehehe

girldad!kenma who gives you a gorgeous mini him, just as naturally reserved as her papa, and obviously just as much of a gamer as he is.

girldad!kenma who keeps your baby girl a secret from the masses until she's around 3 or 4. chat goes absolutely insane, because "Kodzuken has a kid?!" and they had no clue until now.

girldad!kenma who, when very rarely letting his daughter appear on stream when she's young, dresses her up in a merch hoodie of his paired with a super adorable kirby beanie. they're matching, of course.

girldad!kenma who hums children's lullabies on stream absent-mindedly, proceeds to get teased to madness by chat about how cute their little family is.

"lol this is so adorable"

"omg omg kodzuken moment of weakness"

girldad!kenma who lets your daughter dye her hair when she's 10. when you come home absolutely flabbergasted, proceeds to say he has nooooooo clue where she would've gotten that idea from...

girldad!kenma who builds your daughter's first pc on her 14th birthday. "play all you want" a stern 'ahem' from you in response pushes him to clarify "...after you do your homework, so your mom doesn't end me, 'kay?"

girldad!kenma who's taken aback when your daughter speed runs the dark souls games in a week. and that's with animal crossing breaks in between.

you snort, "oh that's your daughter, kozu. no dna test needed."

a/n: so sorry for the absence, i lowkey needed some time to myself after exams #healing

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yosuk-e · 22 days ago

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girl dads ♡ ft. sakusa kiyoomi

a/n: continuing the series for the rest of the msby men !

girldad!sakusa, who although is in fact very germaphobic, does his best to battle that when he realizes you're expecting, and that it'll take time and sacrifice to build a family.

girldad!sakusa who plans out his schedule down to the second on google calendar because he has new responsibilities, and he'd rather be scolded by the team than miss a PTA meeting for his little girl.

girldad!sakusa who makes sure his baby girl eats the best food, which naturally means that osamu is now (forced to be) a private chef (against his will...)

girldad!sakusa who goes allllll out during gift-giving seasons. christmas, birthdays... i wholeheartedly believe sakusa would give his daughter $500 for just graduating.

"i thought you deserved a little something"

"dad... i don't think 500 is 'a little'..." which he just shrugs off

girldad!sakusa whose genes ABSOLUTELY shone through. same hair, same resting bitch face. your friends always think they're both secretly judging them, or plotting something. the similarity's a BIT uncanny...

girldad!sakusa who no, will NOT go swimming in a public pool when your daughter asks, but will absolutely say yes to tanning and sunbathing with her

girldad!sakusa who takes your daughter prom dress shopping, and is absolutely amazing at picking out a pretty one for her. recommends a gorgeous, blingy dress which he then prides himself in for picking (and gets teased by the entirety of msby for it)

girldad!sakusa who is a bit overprotective, purely because he's not really a fan of anyone other than his little family.

girldad!sakusa who naturally arranges play-dates with atsumu's children, because duh?

girldad!sakusa who loves his quiet little family that he can confide in to shelter him from the exposure of being a pro-athlete, and loves every second he spends with you :)

girldad!sakusa who films tiktoks with his daughter which go viral instantly, despite thinking that tiktok is a waste of time and a horrible app (like he feels about every other social media app)

a/n: hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as i enjoyed writing it! <3 once again plz ignore any mistakes i did NOT proofread this because its 2am and i'm sleepy.

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yosuk-e · 23 days ago

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It will get cold again eventually. The summer will not last forever. I’m not doomed to live in this unbearable heat for all eternity. <- said while gripping the countertop so hard that the tile is starting to crack

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yosuk-e · 23 days ago

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AO3 IS DOWN WE’VE BEEN ABANDONED

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yosuk-e · 23 days ago

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Yes, ao3 dying in our arms on this terrible evening is catastrophic but i think it's hilarious how 20k people just log into tumblr to share their sorrows. Like little orphans at a shelter

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yosuk-e · 24 days ago

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“what’s in that pretty head of yours?” tooru oikawa asks.

the room glows with the morning light, peeking through the curtains. tooru’s fingers lightly brush some of your hair.

“dunno… just spacing out, i guess,” you reply.

tangled in the sheets, clothes pooled somewhere on the floor, your breathing syncs with his. your head lays on his arm, left hand resting on his bare chest and drawing little shapes.

“still can’t believe we did that,” you mumbled, raising your hand to admire the band on your ring finger, shining brightly as it caught the sun’s rays.

“yeah, me neither…” he replies, kissing your forehead sweetly. “you’re my wife now,” he smiles, taking your fingers and kissing it.

“and you’re my husband,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. his fingers graze up and down your spine, tickling you, yet you never wanted to pull away.

“can’t believe you could make such pretty noises either— hey!” he teased, interrupted by a sharp slap to his peck. you sat up to give him a dirty stare, hair falling onto your shoulders. he only stared back, smug as ever as he chuckled deeply.

“whaaatt? come onnn, don’t be like thattt,” he whined, trying to pull you back into his arms. as soon as you fall back onto the bed, he’s facing you head on, scooching close enough to nudge your nose with his.

“i hate you,” you grumble with a small pout. he takes your chin in his fingers, leaning you up to share a kiss with him.

“yeah? how ‘bout now?” he asked in a softer voice.

“dunno, try it again,” you whispered back. he only smiles and meets your lips once more. quick pecks turn into a long, deep kiss, fingers tangling in his messy hair as his return to your back.

tooru’s tongue licks across your lips, gently asking to be let in. out of breath, you push him away by his chin.

“tooru, we have to get up,” you reminded him. he rolls his eyes and dips his head to kiss along your collarbone.

“five more minutes,” he protests.

“you said that earlier and now we’re naked. come on, i’m hungry,” you groaned. he only whines and traps you in his arms.

“tooru, get offff!” you giggled, his hair tickling your neck as he started giving loud smooches to your chest, lips smacking with each muah! “you’re such a little freak!”

“yeah and you married this little freak,” he giggled back, hands unwilling to let go.

“then i’m filing a divorce,” you say, but only tangle your legs further with his.

“go ahead,” he says, climbing up to meet your face, forehead pressed against yours.

“anything to marry you all over again.”

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yosuk-e · 24 days ago

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boyfriend!sakusa kiyoomi who responds with sounds fun, when you tell him that you'll be out most of the weekend, that you probably won't be around much at home. who sends you a text the next day in the midst of enjoying time with your friends; a text that seemed like it itched with a refusal to admit, tinged with a subtle, pride-stained irritation of someone who misses you and resents you a little for making him feel it.

kiyoomi, "i organised your bookshelf. it was driving me crazy. you're missing book three of the gemma doyle trilogy, by the way."

and the smile spreading on your face is not one you could hold off, nor could you keep your fingers from flying over your phone to send something back.

you, "i told you it's not sorted alphabetically. and wow, how dare i not complete a book series. so very rude of me." you, "did you miss me?"

the pause feels like an eternity before the response trickles in, reluctant, seeking,

kiyoomi, "your fantasy section had two books filed under 'm' category even though it clearly starts with 'the'. yes, i missed you."

boyfriend!sakusa kiyoomi who plates his food carefully, moving with focused precision that's ingrained in each fibre of his being, like he couldn't exist without it. you're leaning on the edge of the counter, eyes sharp as you're watching him, one foot of yours, encased in a sock, grazes the floor and when he placed his plate down and turned to grab something from the sink—

you're quick as you snatch up his spoon and scoop a bit of his portion into the hollow of the metal, and you're just about to bite in, when his voice sounds out; baritone, low and calm, "don't."

you hold his gaze as you slowly open your mouth, defiantly; the way your lips close around the spoon with care and the way you pull it out just a little slowly. kiyoomi stares at you, a picture of dry disapproval painted on his features, but his eyes linger, just a second too long, betraying the spark of something sharper, more wanton, beneath the surface: irritation with a hint of amusement and the quiet ache of being completely, maddeningly charmed.

"that spoon's been in your mouth."

he says that but his body doesn't give when you slink closer to him, when your body flushes against his as you press a kiss to the corner of his elegantly curved lips, "so has this mouth."

he exhales through his nose, and to you, it was the sweet sound of surrender of someone who wants to stay annoyed but can't help the small tug of his heart.

"you're insufferable," he mutters, but he slides the plate an inch closer to you, "just don't mix the sections together."

boyfriend!sakusa kiyoomi who breaks the silence at night in the still room, both of you laying on the bed, flushed together, neither asleep and neither fully awake, just drawing breath together in the same space that has your sigh pass off as his and his limb an extension of yours; the faint spill of streetlight through the curtains.

you shift slightly under the covers and his fingers tighten for a moment as if almost scared to have you part from him, to have your body feel off his and exist on his own.

"when you're not around, i catch myself thinking in your voice."

you're sure he can feel and hear the smile in your voice, "what do i sound like?"

"unimpressed," he shrugs with one shoulder, and it moves your cheek a little, the soft shirt warm against your skin, the heat of his body trickling through the material to cradle your face, and he smelt like his own fragrance blend of essential oils and clean soap, calming, "you don't really care about what's going on up here — ah, let me finish."

you close your mouth with a grumble, and his fingers, slender and long and featherlight as they test the resilience of your flesh against the press of his hand, like he was prodding not just to feel you but like a test to see whether you'll stay put, whether you give in or whether you softly return back to him, "the disaster i create in my head. you believe it ridiculous, inconsequential. it makes me rethink it, too."

"am i usually right?"

his sharp nose travels along your hairline, his exhale quiet and resigned, "yeah. that's the problem."

you smile at the ceiling, and when your hand dances over his, he doesn't pull away. never does; doesn't say anything else either, just brushes his thumb over your skin, slow and steady.

boyfriend!sakusa kiyoomi who sounds a bit stiff when he compliments you on the dress that you're wearing, whose voice almost drowns out in the soft rustle of the fabric, that's how quiet he utters the words.

raised eyebrows, "that's rare praise coming from you."

kiyoomi shrugs, but his eyes are not straying away from you, drinking every atom of your being like if he blinked, you'd disappear, like he has to compete and win against the universe to keep you in his field of vision, in his hands, in his life, "i only say things that i mean."

and when you step closer, it's like he's a magnet, pulled towards you without thinking, leaning forward slightly, almost deciding to catch himself, his freckled hand twitching like he wants to reach out to you; his voice almost a whisper, like he's coming to the realisation himself, "and you're distracting."

"good. i like when i distract you."

his hand finds the hair on the base of your head, fingers threading through the strands as he pulls you close, his eyes studying your face like he's looking for permission that he has with every blink of your eyelids, and when he kisses you, it's with focused deliberateness, like he's committing to the feel of your mouth against his, like he's drawing a memory to keep in the pockets of his soul.

kiyoomi kisses like every draw of breath and every lick of tongue is intentional, a certain tension held in the curve of his arms like he's restraining himself out of sheer habit, but when his fingers find your jaw to angle your face, and his forehead lingers close to yours, it's with certainty that you've undone him, thoroughly.

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