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Iida x Fem!Reader Historical AU: Victorian Era Word Count: 6466

!!: Angst-ish

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A ball. A glorious evening full of dancing, drinking, and eating the finest food. This one is supposed to be the event of the year. At least, according to your mother. 

“I never have fun at these things,” you protest as your maid finishes adjusting the bustle on your dress. She melts into the background while your mother continues to prattle on about how ‘marvelous’ it will be.

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The Prince

Prince!Iida x Tutor!Reader

Fluff, Pining, Humor, Slight Angst (?)

Words: 5K

Warnings: Brief mention of blood/assassins

The floor rumbles beneath dozens of pairs of shoes and even though it’s almost completely covered, you catch flashes of the polished wood between songs.  It shimmers, reflecting back the lights of the chandelier, twinkling brightly enough to rival the stars. However beautiful and spectacular it all seemed though, you still missed spending hours alone, watching the real stars.  Your work in Inginea had left you with very little time to explore; your nights usually consisted of preparing lessons and lectures deemed fitting for members of the royal family.  It would be nice to spend time outdoors again, to feel the cool night air tickle your nose, making the hairs on the back of your neck rise.  Then again, the next time you experienced that, you’d likely be standing on the deck of some ship that was homeward bound, carrying you far away from this place and its people.  That part wasn’t so nice. In fact, it was downright depressing.

You’re jolted from your self-pity when you recognize a familiar face from across the dancefloor.  You hadn’t expected to meet Iida here tonight, but you can’t say that it’s a shock to see him standing there, seeming uncharacteristically frazzled as he sidles through the mass of swirling bodies surrounding him.  

It’s his posture that gives him away; no common person ever made such an effort to keep his shoulders so far back, his chin so steeply angled upward, his feet so firmly planted—like he was imitating the oaks lining the perimeter of the castle gates.  No, the decorum with which this man carried himself was the sort that they only taught royalty—only taught princes.  You grin and begin to shimmy your way through the crowd.

It takes more than a few gentle nudges and one less-than-subtle shove, but you eventually brave the chaos and reach him.  To his credit, Iida’s disguise was spot-on. There wasn’t a sign of his family’s sigil on any of his garments. No royal blue doublet covering his chest, no moonstone pendants gracing his neck; he had obviously gone out of his way to pass himself off as common—a near-impossible feat given the fact that the man practically oozed refinement.  Still, the laces of his shirt are frayed now and his britches stained.  If you hadn’t known his face so well, you might’ve thought him a stablehand and not the next in line for his father’s throne.  

“It’s a pleasant surprise to see you this far from the palace, sir.”  You greet him, careful to avoid using his true title. Iida flinches when you address him, but then he squints and realizes it’s only you.  He frowns.

“Was I really that easy to pick out of the crowd?  I was certain that this time, my attire was—”

“It wasn’t your attire that betrayed you.”  Had anyone from the palace witnessed the way you’d interrupted the crown prince, you might’ve received your dismissal much earlier than you intended to.  Then again, others might have been wholly more apathetic towards the situation.  Everyone was still rather confused when it came to the proper way of addressing each of the princes.  After all, Tenya Iida was the younger of the Iida brothers. He’d been raised with the same careful care and instruction as his brother all his life, for no reason other than tradition.  Because originally, Tenya wasn’t supposed to be the next king.

“To the average person, yes, you look perfectly ordinary.  But me?  I know you too well for that.  I also don’t know a single lordling that puts so much effort into the way he stands.  It was a noble effort though.  Well-thought-out.”

You nod him away from the crowd with your chin, leading him towards a quieter corner of the hall.  Nobody bats an eye. The common people knew of their king and queen, yes, but the royal children were another matter altogether.  Tensei’s face had been woven into banners lining the wall in the days leading to his coronation, so at least a few would recognize him.  Tenya had no banners, and thus, no face as far as the public was concerned.  That would change soon enough, though.

It wasn’t uncommon for assassins to be sent after royalty.  Enemies to the crown, families of those accused of treason, even other princes and princesses had all been historically known to hire men to “do away with” their opponents.  What wasn’t common was for these killers-for-hire to make it past the palace walls—to make it to the crown prince ’s chamber, unseen.  Nobody but Tensei could know for certain what occurred that fateful night, but castle gossip would have you believe a dozen versions of the same story, all with the same conclusion: an assassin lying in a pool of their own blood and a prince that was now crippled from the waist down.

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PUSHING YOU AWAY

character/s: kuroo tetsuro x gn reader

genre/s: angst to fluff

warning/s: none i think just arguing, soft boy kuroo™️

gwen's notes 🤍: i had a v important exam today but instead i started yet another angst series. i wanted reader to be madder here but kuroo was too sad :( i lob him sm

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kuroo was certain he would never find love as he grew up surrounded by heartbreak, by venomous words and arguments that shake a house down to its core, by resentment and regret instilled in bitter performative kisses and wedding bands for props. yet you found him.

most days he wondered what kind of hero or saint he must have been in the past life to be loved by you–unconditionally and selflessly.

other days, he's plagued by his past and the recurring nightmare that the home your hearts settled in would be torn down by the same two pairs of hands that built it.

kuroo has been distant lately. you first played it off as being busy at work or being tired, but a feeling in your chest whispered that the longer you allowed it the worse it would get. besides he had a tendency to keep to himself until he no longer could and you hated how he felt the need to carry his burdens by himself.

you squeezed his tensed shoulders, peering at his paperwork sprawled all over his desk. "you should take a break, love," you whispered, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

you winced at the way he subtly dodged your affection. "i know i'll be done in a sec," he mumbled dismissively, shuffling his documents.

"i kind of feel like you've been avoiding me lately. is there a problem?"

a beat of silence. "i'm not, just busy," he curtly replied.

"are you sure? you know you could talk to me if there's something bothering you." he only nodded in response to which you rest your case–something was definitely bothering him. "i can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong, tetsu," you whispered, reaching to touch his shoulder again.

you audibly gasped as he quickly pushed your hand away. "i know, i get it. i just need to finish this like i said. you're not being of any help if you keep nagging me like this."

frowning, you crossed your arms over your chest. your patience was quickly wearing thin. "well i'm sorry for nagging you. i was just worried about you."

"oh i'm sorry! i'm the one constantly swamped with work but i have to worry about you worrying about me," he sarcastically remarked, rolling his eyes. the dim lights in his office traced his clearly annoyed features.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you raised an eyebrow at him.

he studied your expression for a moment before dismissing you once more. "nothing, forget it."

"no, can you stop brushing me off wh-"

"god," he dragged the word out in utter frustration, running a hand through his face. "can you not take a hint? i wanna be left alone!"

"how do you expect me to ignore this when there's clearly a problem and you're not telling me!" you argued, voice unintentionally raising out of frustration. it sort of felt like he wasn't hearing you, maybe getting the words out louder would help. but in truth, he just didn't want to listen.

in a swift, somewhat aggressive motion, he pushed his chair back and stood to face you. you stumbled back, merely startled by the sudden movements. you weren't afraid he was going to hit you, but the next words that came out of his mouth felt like he just did.

"has it ever occurred to you that maybe i don't want anything to do with you or your pointless worrying, that's why i never talk about the things that bother me!?" you blinked back ay him, trying to process his words. "probably not because all you ever care about is yourself anyway," he huffed, turning away from you.

"you're right, i haven't thought about it like that," you calmly mumbled, a stark contrast to him and your own from 30 seconds ago.

you meant it. though his words stung and there were about a hundred different ways he could have phrased it differently, you understood his point. kuroo was naturally closed off, hiding his vulnerability under a mask of sheer charm and confidence. you felt wrong for prying when he clearly wasn't ready to talk things through. it was for the sake of your relationship, you reasoned, but you didn't think about his own sake enough. he must have had a reason for hiding his troubles but it doesn't justify the way he acted.

you exhaled, breaking the silence. you dismissed your thoughts in favor of giving yourselves some time and maybe talk things through the following morning–properly and civilly like adults.

"i'm sorry for stressing you out. finish up soon so you could get some rest."

you closed the door behind you as you left his office and made your way into the bedroom where you got ready for bed–in silence, alone with your thoughts, replaying his words over and over.

you tossed and turned but sleep wasn't coming to you any time soon so it seemed. you quickly slipped on a hoodie, grabbed your wallet and keys and left for a bit of fresh air.

meanwhile, kuroo in his office had a lot of time to think. in the silence, all he heard was his own words to you echoing repeatedly. the more he dwelled on it the more he hated himself for the way he treated you. when he heard the door in the next room open and close he was half expecting you to enter his office, pry him off his work and get him to bed. instead, he heard the front door open and click close. he panicked.

he zoomed out his office to check the bedroom after a moment of being paralyzed with fear. he prayed that you never left at all and it was all in his head. you weren't there. he frantically searched for his keys. dammit, why were they missing now of all times. you were always the one who knew where he last left them. he debated whether he would try to find you, run around the city like a lost puppy. he figured that might not be the best option, what if you went home as he was still out looking for you? he tried calling you, flooding you with messages as he paced around the barren apartment. no answer, not even read receipts. as he paced back and forth, he heard a faint tune from the bedroom. did you honestly leave your phone as you ran off in the middle of the night?

come to think of it... this scene looked all too familiar to him.

you creeped back into the apartment as quietly as you can, not wanting to wake kuroo if he was already asleep. as you neared your bedroom, sobs and sniffles became louder.

"tetsu?" you gently called out from the door way. he hadn't even noticed you until then. he whipped his head up, red puffy eyes peered at you with both surprise and relief. he came running to tackle you in an embrace.

"oh thank god you didn't leave me. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean any of it i was being a jerk. please don't go," he cried into your shoulder, holding you as if you would float away if he let go in the slightest.

hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back soothingly. "what's wrong? i'm not going to leave you, silly. i just went out for some air."

although you wanted him to at least be sorry for what he said, it pained you to see him like this.

"i was wrong. i treated you so badly back there. i was just scared. and i know it doesn't make sense but i was afraid because of how much i love you, how i can't imagine my life without you. and i remembered my mom, my parents. i was scared! i thought- i thought i was going to ruin it somehow. and i just did. you were gone and i just- i thought of the worst-"

you gently hushed his rambling, cradling his wet cheeks into the palms of your hands, looking him in the eyes to anchor him down.

"i'm not leaving, darling. calm down okay?"

he hesitated for a but but nodded intently nonetheless, wrapping you in a tight hug again. you stroked his hair while gently swaying your bodies side to side to hush his cries and the hammering in his chest you felt against yours. "i don't appreciate the way you talked to me, but i understood your point. this was exactly what i didn't want happening if you kept bottling your emotions up."

"i'll try to communicate better i promise. i'll make it up to you. i'm sorry and i love you so much."

you pulled away and wiped his tears gently. "let's get ready for bed, we'll talk in the morning hm?"

his lips pursed to an adorable pout he probably didn't know was showing. a beat of silence later, as he turned to the bath you whispered, "i love you, idiot."

Heyy 💖🥺 I love ur work and I would cry if you did this: Karusuno boys reacting to their S/O coming back from a long summer vacation, please make this as fluffy as possible I want my heart to melt from the sugar 🥺💗

if your heart didn’t melt babes I didn’t succeed~

The Karasuno Boys Reacting to S/O Coming Home From a Long Vacation 

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Daichi 

- Simple baby is 100% the type to pretend like he wasn’t dying to see you after such a long time 

- leans against the glass windows of the airport as your flight finally lands, heart drumming rapidly against his chest in contrast to the small, relaxed grin on his face as he counts down the minutes displayed above the terminal

- you knew that he was waiting for you, but that doesn’t stop him from scanning the crowds seriously- almost as if he thinks you would have forgotten that he was

- so when he sees you decked out in flight clothes, hair tied into a messy bun with a rolling suitcase behind you, the grin that overtakes his features matches the excitement in his heart as your head turns back and forth to catch a glimpse of him

- decides to wait for you to see him first, slipping his hands in his pockets and watching amusedly as you look around in confusion for his face 

- shakes his head when it takes you a minute, the bright expression on your face when you finally meet his eyes making the captain jut his head to the side like come here you 

- takes you in his arms tightly when your pace quickens in his direction, taking you off guard at how hard Dai held you to him as his grip grows impossibly tighter, the ache in his chest finally relieved when you laugh softly into his chest

- “I’m back, Dai.” “It feels unreal. But you’re here.” 

- glides his fingers through the hair on the back of your scalp to look at you fondly before chuckling at your teary expression, lips finding your forehead 

- “You’re finally here.” 

Sugawara

- Definitely the type of boyfriend to have been spamming your phone throughout your vacation, making sure you were eating properly and taking care of yourself without him doing it for you 

- lowkey it kind of felt like he never left, but you still missed seeing him in person 

- So when the day came where you finally arrived, Suga arrived at the train station early in a white-collared shirt with the cuffs rolled to his forearms, anxious to see you as he continously scratches his cheek and runs a hand through his gray hair 

- so when the train arrives almost an hour later, Suga is leaning against one of the poles with a small smirk on his features in front of the doors, holding a simple sheet of copy paper with your name on it 

- heart does a backflip when you emerge passed the giggling onlookers at your boyfriend’s sign, watching your expression become one of exasperation before shaking your head and rushing into his now outstretched arms 

- catches you by the waist, not ashamed to give you a little spin as a relieved laugh slips the setters lips, happy to finally get to see the tangible you as you pout up at him

- and lowkey make sure you didn’t lose any weight because dammit he told you to eat properly

- “Suga, I said no signs-” “Awe come on, you know I did it because you told me not to.” 

- ignores your playful glare to cup your cheek gently, the other hand on your hip as he holds the sign in place with an easy grin before taking your head gently and tucking it into his neck 

- “Miss me?” you giggle into his neck as Suga sighs, smiling into your hair as if he could finally relax, breathing out the tension in his chest 

- “You have no idea, angel.”  

Asahi

- Omg this poor baby kept telling you not to text him too much or even call because he wanted you to enjoy yourself on your vacation without worrying about him

- so you did what he asked of you, albeit hesitantly, but in reality Asahi felt more lonely without you than ever 

- Has the day you return marked on his calendar, and when the day finally comes, he’s at the airport bright and early, bringing along one of his jackets and some snacks in case you were cold or hungry from your flight

- taps his foot in anticipation while waiting for you, jaw slackening when you exit your terminal with the sun in your hair and bounce in your step as he straightens immediately 

- tightens his grip on his little bouquet of flowers he had brought, nervous smile crossing his features when you spot him 

- Baby is a tall boi what can you expect

- Walks to meet you halfway, stumbling over his words at the sight of you after so long, in the flesh as you bounce up to him, glint in your eye as if you were meeting and falling in love with him all over again

- “H-Hey! How was your flight, I brought you some-” 

- eyes widen when you let go of your things and throw your arms around his neck, tension in his arms relaxing as he wraps them tightly around your waist, one of his hands still holding the flowers as the sack of snacks and his hoodie falls to the floor

- whispers “I missed you, God I missed you.” over and over again into your shoulder as he melts into your embrace, honest words filling your ears as you giggle

- “Asahi. I’m here now, alright?” You whisper back, quiet enough so he can hear it, grinning like a maniac into his embrace

- Pulls back with a closed-eye smile, slight moisture in the corners of his eyes as he strokes your face with his thumb gently, leaning down to touch his forehead against yours

- “Welcome back.” 

Nishinoya

- Lmao don’t get me started on this boy, he’ll want to be calling you via FaceTime every night during your time away, even if it’s just to say a quick goodnight to each other before you turn in

- If it’s different timezones this mf doesn’t care, he’ll wake up early just to wish you goodnight

- 100% will show up to the airport with a shirt that has your name on it, bonus points if that shirt has a picture of you on the back 

- Doesn’t stop bouncing on the balls of his feet until your flight finally lands on schedule, and pushes his way to the front of the other people waiting while ignoring their strange looks when you emerge among the other passengers

- “Make way people, Y/N L/N is entering the vicinity.” 

- lmfao the people waiting with him are like: yo is she famous is he a fanboy

- runs to meet you, and you laugh before letting go of your rolling luggage to run as well, definitely not expecting Nishinoya to hug you so tight he’s lifting you off the ground and spinning you in circles

- “Oh my god you’re real. I’m touching you.” “Noya...what are you wearing-: 

- deadass tucks some hair behind your ear before kissing you, soaking in the familiar feel of you while not caring about the onlookers who were either passing with worry or smiles on their faces

- but you care lmao

- “Noya, not here!” “Now that’s not fair.” 

- smirks at your blushing cheeks when he takes your face in his hands gently, brown eyes glinting as he brushes his nose with yours

- “All those months and not getting to kiss you? You better believe I’m about to get my fill now, babe.” 

Tanaka

- This boy would absolutely be the most extra, more extra than Noya if you can believe it 

- Is the type to claim he can’t come see you, but lowkey makes the arrangements with your family to actually be the one to show up when you’re least expecting it

- I kid you not Tanaka will pull up in this nice-ass car (probably borrowed, but who cares), shades on and everything while waiting for you outside the airport, leaning against the front of the vehicle like some hot-shot while holding this extra-ass sign for you

- so when you exit the airport looking for your parent’s car, imagine your surprise when Tanaka is leaning all cooly against this car you’ve never seen before, lifting his shades slightly when you approach him with an eyebrow quirked 

- lmao a whole ass crowd gathered too your mans really outdid himself

- “You Y/N L/N?” “Babe, what are you doing?” 

- scoffs, ignoring the racing in his heart before opening the car door for you, and you amusedly get in before Tanaka nods all mysterious-like to the crowd before getting in and driving off, the silence heavy between the two of you

- “So that was quite the greeting-” you’re cut off when he parks immediately, leaning over the console to take your face in his hands and kiss you like his life depended on it, hand entangling in your hair as you smile at the desperate movements like a man starved

- “All that just for me?” You whisper breathlessly as Tanaka’s eyes scan your face, pulling you into a tight hug over the console, and you promise you can hear him sniff as he mumbles against your shoulder

- mans really got out of his cool character real quick-

- “Thank you for coming back to me.” 

Hinata

- Apricot-haired baby definitely talked Kageyama’s ear off on how much he missed you, and couldn’t wait for you to come back for the summer you were gone

- Probably led to Kageyama texting you in addition to your boyfriend’s sweet ones, begging you to cut your trip short so you could save his sanity

- But if I’m being completely real Hinata would probably over-sleep on the day you were set to arrive, waking up just as your train pulled into the station 

- couldn’t sleep the night before because he was so excited awh baby

- And let me tell you this boy would run like the earth was cracking in his wake, jacket halfway on his body and probably the wrong shoe on each foot 

- Deadass I’m not kidding, he made it to the station just as you were able to hail a taxi back to your home, seeing you from a distance and instantly zooming over to prevent you from getting in 

- Shoves through a crowd of people, wanting nothing more than to see you, so he jumps high while calling your name out above the heads of onlooking passerbys before he finally catches your attention and breaks into yet another run 

- “Y/N! I’m here, dammit-!” “Shou!” 

- collapses into your arms, breathing heavily from that random burst of physical ability that was borderline inhuman as you laugh, lowering him to the floor as he lays in your lap, chest heaving 

- “Shouyou, you ran through traffic to get here again, didn’t you-” “I...I still made it...didn’t I?” 

- Takes a strand of your hair in his while looking up at you, breathless before chuckling through strained breaths as you worriedly cup his face

- “I hafta be the first one to see your pretty face, you know?” 

Kageyama

- Awkward sweetheart definitely made it a point to text you maybe once a week during your vacation, simply asking you how your day was and if you knew when you were coming back from your cruise

- would shrug when people ask him if he missed you, saying a vague “I guess so” when in reality he would sit in the sand by the docks you had left in, just kind of staring out into the ocean while missing you heavily

- it even became a stop in his morning jog omg awhh

- so when he finally worked up the courage to send you the text asking when you were for sure arriving, he fist-pumped the air when you said it would be in the next few days, but the captain manning the ship wasn’t too sure and you might not be able to text him due to bad signal

- Still visited the docks every morning, worry growing when a week passed and you still couldn’t text him back

- On the day following a week, he’s thinking about how much he actually missed you, morning jog dwindling to a walk as he strolls in deep thought, hoping everything was okay

- but when he arrives there’s a boat docked, all passengers seeming to have left already except for a single girl sitting on the dock with her feet in the water, causing him to still in place just as the girl picks up her phone

- he feels a buzz in his pocket, and knows. 

- And then he’s running again, the sound of his footsteps causing you to smile as you lift your feet in the water and back onto shore, standing to greet him before he grabs you by the shoulders

- “I was worried! So worried, and you...you couldn’t contact me, and...” “Tobio.” 

- visibly relaxes at the way you said his name, simply hanging his head and tugging you tightly into his chest, afraid you would dissappear as you smile softly, feeling the blue-eyed boy quiver slightly in your embrace while tightening his hold on you

- “I’m back, Tobio. I’m back.” 

Tsuksihima

- Prideful blondie is way too full of it to text you first during your time away from Japan, but you honestly had hardly any time to text which led to the emergence of Saltyshima at the lack of communication

- “Why don’t you just text Y/N, she’d probably love-” “She’s fine without me, so I should be fine without her.”

- lmao even he knows he doesn’t mean that

- so when you finally text him, he can’t help but grab his phone a little too quickly to see that you had sent him your arriving date, and he can’t help but scoff a little before sending a message he would regret: I’m not coming. 

- resists the urge to hit his head against the wall regretfully when you reply back with oh:(

- so low in behold, imagine Tsukishima’s surprise when he finds himself at the train station, hands shoved deeply in his pockets on the day of the event he “wasn’t coming to” 

- sighs when your stop pulls up, wondering if he could make this out to be some freak-show coincedence when the doors slide open and passengers file out, his hazel eyes latching onto your familiar head of hair immediately as his chest rises with an emotion he wish he could tame

- and then you walk past him, seemingly absorbed in your phone as Tsukishima blinks, literally not believeing his eyes before fighting the urge to call out to you when his phone buzzes

- I’m in Japan! Can’t wait to see you<3

- Sighs, leaving you on read as he watches you stall in place, signalling you had seen that action before he rolls his eyes, walking behind you while thinking Screw it. 

- “Oi. Did you really just walk past me?” “Tsukki...?” 

- Eyes widen when you tackle him into a tight hug, burying your face in his chest as you cry a little, Tsukishima staring down at you as if you were some kind of alien before a smirk overtakes his features

- “Someone missed me.” “Of course I did! A-and you said you weren’t coming...” 

- Rolls his eyes as he wipes the moisture from your eyes, tilting your head up to meet his stare before he sighs, pulling you into him and resting his chin on top of your head before mumbling lowly 

- “Ugh. Turns out I’m not fine without you, so be grateful.”

Yamaguchi 

-really misses you, and is the type to look at photos of the two of you before he sleeps, wishing you would come home sooner while brushing off your inquiries off on whether he was doing fine without you 

- “Trust me, she’ll love it.” “H-Hinata? Are you sure it’s not too much?” 

- Takes his friend’s advice and purchases a big teddy bear, carrying the large stuffed animal with him in both hands as he embarrasedly looks away from all the strange looks he was getting in the airport upon his arrival 

- I can’t he gets fuckin lost-

- deadass can’t find what terminal is yours despite your instructions, the large bear skewing his vision definitely not helping so he’s literally wandering the airport half-blind with this big ass teddy bear and a growing frustration of wanting to see you already 

- Until he bumps into someone, like lmfao it was bound to happen sending them falling on their ass with a slight oomph

- “I’m so sorry! Are you..” “Way to say you knocked me off my feet, Tadashi.” 

- apologizes profusely before setting the bear down, not caring of blocking the walkway before kneeling down at your side, still trying to comprehend that you were there in front of him, in the flesh

- on the bright side he was going the right way

- “Y/N...” as he gently reaches a hand out, retracting it slightly before it can brush against your skin “It feels like it’s been forever-”

- “It’s been months, dummy. Now will you please help me up so I can kiss your stupid freckled face?” as you clasp his hand, Yamaguchi’s eyes beginning to water when your familiar form fits perfectly in his as soon as you’re standing 

-  you embrace him tightly, the freckled boy realizing just how much he missed you before hugging you back, not realizing that tears were streaming freely down his cheeks like a broken dam as you smile, knowing all the times he brushed you off it was for your sake 

- “I’m home, Tadashi.” as he sniffles, muffling the coming sobs into your hair before quivering gently, holding you even closer as if you would leave again 

- “I’ve been waiting, Y/N.” 

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Dont mind me, just thinking about …

Husband!Tsukki who cannot shut up about you when he comes back to work after your wedding, surprising all of his coworkers when he willingly shows off wedding photos

Husband!Tsukki who fiddles with his ring when he’s anxious, because it makes him think of you and that calms him down

Husband!Tsukki who refers to you by your new last name way too often in the first few months after your wedding because he’s just so enamored with the fact that you’re his

Husband!Tsukki who says “my wife,” in conversation instead of your name, even to people who know you (they try so hard not to make fun of him because it’s really sweet to see him so happy but also … the ones that were your friends first can’t resist giving him a little shit about it)

Husband!Tsukki who gets you flowers every couple of weeks, making sure that little centerpiece on your dining room table always looks fresh

Husband!Tsukki who surprises you on your first anniversary with a miniature version of your wedding cake (it was kind of a pain to get the guy who did the original to do this, but, Tsukki’s persuasive, he managed)

Husband!Tsukki who’s special ringtone for you is the song you danced to at your wedding

Just … Husband!Tsukki.

izuku who always puts his backpack on your seat (that’s right next to his) to save your seat when you’re late to class.

izuku who grabs you a small muffin and your preferred drink on some mornings, just to see that sunshine smile on your face.

izuku who writes his notes ever messily (with vague loops here and there) and gets so flustered and embarrassed when he lets you borrow them, “i promise they’re not always that messy!”

izuku who clutches on the handle of your backpack when you’re in crowded hallways so the two of you don’t get lost.

izuku who gets so happy when you turn to him to ask for help in class, he’s happy you think he’s reliable enough to assist you.

izuku who always has random doodles in the margins of his notebooks and some days he finds himself drawing you in the corners of his biology notes.

izuku who has his hand laid underneath his chin as he gazes at you with pure and utter love from across the classroom instead of paying attention to the calculus splayed across the board.

the feminine urge to run away to a faraway place, to build a cottage, to bake pies and cakes, to make cookies, to have a wildflower garden, to have bee hives and bird houses, to take care of fluffy cows, to have an apple orchard, to have a strawberry field, to read books underneath willow trees, to play songs on my guitar at sunset and sunrise, to go swimming in a nearby lake, to wear floral dresses, and to always have satin bows and flowers in my hair.

introducing my cottagecore desires.

stylish kids ✨

𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟕 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈.

he’s so pretty like this, you think as you watch him laugh. sakusa has a smile that could bring the sun to her knees, and he’s a pretty sight, and he’s yours. every moment with him, every word that’s spoken and every kiss he steals is like scripture you hold dearly.

“you have really cute dimples, you know,” you hum, poking the small indents of his cheeks. he gently swats your hand away, rolling his eyes. his cheeks are still flushed from the laughter from earlier, and you brush a few loose curls from his forehead.

“you don’t have to always bring that up,” he groans. and truth be told, sakusa loves when you point out little things about him, he loves the way your voice is always in awe, and he loves being the center of your attention.

“but they’re so cute, kiyo,” you pout, pinching his cheek delicately. “how was the party?”

“boring,” he mutters. “hate that they made me go.”

“well, your dad is really strict about these kinds of things,” you hum, threading your fingers through his hair as his head slumps onto your shoulder. it’s your last semester with sakusa, and then you’re both off into the real world, and you can’t help but hold onto these moments of peace a little bit longer.

“he was so annoying,” he grumbles, sinking further into your touch as you wrap an arm around him and pull him into your chest. and you should both go home soon—sakusa has practice and you have class, but you like the soft breeze kissing your skin as you lean against the trunk of a tree, and you like the weight of him in your arms as he settles into your embrace.

sakusa has never thought he’d be the type to like things like picnics in the middle of the night—but you make him live life a bit differently now, and he can’t say he minds it so much.

“tried to talk you out of volleyball again?” you murmur, and he nods, sighing. his family’s a little bit of a sore spot, but he trusts you enough to let you see those parts of him, even if they’re not his favorite.

“rambled on with my aunt about how i’m wasting my youth chasing something meaningless,” he rants, “and he said i was tainting the family name,” he spits bitterly. “you know she agreed with him? what a hag,” he spits, and you throw your head back and laugh.

“i think they’re just jealous they’ve never been on a news article,” you poke his nose, and he crinkles it lightly.

“can’t stand them,” sakusa mutters, but he relaxes a little when you press a soft kiss to his moles, making him hug you a little tighter.

“you shouldn’t listen to them, kiyo,” you say gently. “you love volleyball.”

“what if my dad’s right though?” he whispers, and there’s a small hint of doubt that’s always lingered in his mind, but you never let it surface for long.

“he’s not. you were the best player on the team as a freshman,” you remind him.

“wakatoshi played in the olympics,” he huffs. “and so did kageyama. i want to play in the olympics,” he pouts, and you run your thumb over his cheek as you cup it, smiling when he leans into your palm.

“you will,” you say, and sakusa feels his lips almost start to wobble at the confidence in your tone—no one’s ever been this confident in him. no one he’s needed it from, anyway.

“my dad’s trying to convince me to work with him in his office this summer,” he rolls his eyes. “says he thinks i’ve fooled around enough.”

“aw, kiyoomi my little business man,” you giggle, pinching his nose and making him scowl. “hope you wear a cute little tie that i can pull you into a kiss with.”

“i’m not doing it,” he scoffs.

“will you wear the suit for me then?”

“no,” he says flatly.

“at least a tie?”

“i’m having a crisis here,” he insists dramatically, and this time, it’s your turn to roll your eyes. sakusa’s always been one for theatrics, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy the show.

“oh, you poor thing,” you pout, and he huffs, shaking his head as you pepper kisses along his forehead in faux sympathy.

“you…you really think i can play pro?” he questions, and you snort, looking off to the distance as your hand rubs over his back slowly. sakusa has never been one to express himself, but if there’s one thing he does express, it’s way he loves volleyball—and lately, it’s the way he loves you.

you think you’re content with the late night rendezvous he lets you rope him into, and the evenings of waiting for him when he stays extra after practice, and the facetimes as you both study for midterms, and the way he sneaks out of family parties and you put off studying so you can have a picnic with him in the middle of the night.

“well duh,” you say as though it’s the most obvious thing on the planet, and his chest tightens. “if you don’t make it pro, then there’s no hope for japan to win the olympics.”

snorting, kiyoomi sprawls himself over your lap, grinning up at you and making his dimples surface once more. you poke them again, and he swats your hand away, and it’s routine by now.

“believe in me that much, huh?” he wriggles his brows, but there’s a soft hitch of his breath when you cup his cheeks gently and lean your forehead against his, pecking his lips delicately.

“even if no one else does, i will, kiyo,” you murmur, and this time, as sakusa really does fight off the wobble of his lips, he doesn’t think he wants to prove his father wrong anymore.

he only cares about proving you right now.

unreachable

knight! iida x fem! reader summary: sent to protect you, left with feelings word count: 3.5k a/n: YEEEEE im back besties

Iida had been training for this moment - the moment he’d step into the castle for the first time and be awed by the sight. The moment where he’d be assigned to be sent off to some gallant land and fight for his kingdom and gain glory.

He’d thrown away his childhood for training in order to uphold his family name of being protectors of the kingdom. And now that he stood in front of the castle with all the other glossy eyed new recruits, he couldn’t believe he’d finally made it. All the sacrifice would be worth it now that he’d be able to bring a good name to himself and his family through his work.

Soon enough, he and the others standing besides him were ushered in, where they were met by the knights of the castle. Straight and rigid as they stood, Tenya passed them with a small gleam of anxiety growing in his chest. Whispers were coming from those around him, and he picked up the words of “princess” and “staying”.

It was a curious thought, and he wasn’t exactly sure how those words fit together in this situation. But he never asked for clarification - deeming it unimportant as he continued to follow behind the crowd of recruits to the room where they'd be assigned their posts.

He wasn’t scared though, as he suspected some of those around him were. He was top of his class, with perfect records on all of his assessments. He was heavily skilled in both hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship. Everything he’d built himself on was the foundation of a perfect knight, both strong and daring with just the right amount of sense about him. His assignment was sure to be the best.

Finally reaching the throne room, the guards who’d been leading them into the castle had them line up one by one as the King walked in with a stern eye and parchment in hand.

Tenya noticed everyone beside him straighten their posture instantly, as they kept their gaze forward with heavy stares.

It was silent now. No more clanking of armor or swords.

The King quickly cleared his throat before speaking, “Good day to you gentlemen. Before starting, I’d like to applaud you for dedicating yourself to your kingdom. It’s no secret that the process is grueling and demanding, requiring you to give up everything to train. That makes the fact that you went through with the program and stayed more commendable, and I thank you for that.”

There were a few signs of exhaustion beside him and whispers, but Tenya’s face remained like stone. His arms remained rigid and he didn’t dare speak out of turn.

“Now, here's the moment where all your training gets put to use. I expect you’ve all understood from the beginning the locations at which we are currently at war with or fighting in, and have an idea as to the requirements of those jobs.

Here are your assignments. Katsuki Bakugou, please step up.”

Tenya rolled his eyes at the name. He found Bakugou to be a cumbersome individual, someone who clearly thought too highly of himself.

“I’m assigning you to the Narva borders,” the King continued on as one of his assistants handed Bakugou a piece of parchment.

“Thank you, My Lord,” Bakugou bowed, and Tenya could hear the gloating tone heavy in his voice. He was definitely more than pleased about his assignment.

“Tenya Iida.”

A breath was sucked in unknowingly, but Tenya stepped forward with a concentrated look still in his eye. His heart was thumping, and it was strange to think that someone as highly trained as him was nervous about something. Anxiety was something he hadn’t felt in quite some time.

“This isn’t a normal assignment, but I deem you fit enough for the task,” the King spoke. “I’m assigning you to watch over my daughter.”

What?

Tenya’s eyes widened dramatically, but he didn’t dare turn his head to face the King. What kind of assignment was this? How would he be able to get glory from this? What did all his training do if he wasn’t able to bring anything to his family in return?

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” his voice wavered before stepping back.

There were snickers and whispers heard from around him, and Tenya almost wanted to disappear.

- - - - - - - - - -

“May I ask why this was given as my assignment?” Tenya asked the knight in front of him tentatively.

The man under the armor sighed, and Tenya could almost hear the roll of his eyes while they walked down the corridor.

“She’s quite the menace: escaped from the palace at least fifteen times and tried many more. It’s apparently because she has some lover outside the palace who she’s not allowed to meet.”

Tenya only hummed in response, as he followed behind slowly.

“I think the king assigned this to you because you showed promise in your report. No knight has ever lasted more than a couple weeks of being assigned to her; so they have to rotate who’s watching her weekly since we eventually ran out.

“Tonight, you’ll be posted outside her balcony - you better get some rest,” the knight finished.

Iida only sighed and nodded, and that was the end of the conversation.

- - - - - - - - - -

The night was relatively nice, with a soft breeze that whisked itself over the castle - gathering the moonlight in its wake as it brought a beautiful mood. It was nice and peaceful, and Tenya appreciated it dearly.

He was still upset though, over the events that had transpired. All his training and all his sacrifice was being put to watch over some bratty princess who wanted to be some non-noble. It was almost stupid now that he was thinking about it, that his skills were being put to use over something so.. unimportant.

He just stood under your balcony wishing he’d had the courage to speak up against the king. He wished he would have demanded another position - something more suitable of his status. Maybe something even more suited to his family. Wasn’t his family well known for their ability to produce knights? Why did the king assign him to something so mundane then?

Light suddenly flooded the ground from the balcony above, and Iida almost jumped at the soft sigh that came afterwards.

It was the princess.

He felt as his back immediately straightened, his arms no longer stood limp at his sides. His heart was thumping faster now as he made sure to maintain his perfect posture. It was rigid and stone-placed and he remained silent. It was rude to speak first to those above you. He didn’t want to offend you.

“Knight,” you called out.

Tenya paused at the sound, unsure of how he was supposed to react. Should he answer?

“You’re the only one out here,” you sighed. “There isn’t anyone else I’m addressing.”

“I apologize, Your Highness,” his voice called back, and you quickly noticed the slight wavering tone that he carried - he was nervous.

“I was unsure whether it was improper for me to speak to you,” he finished.

“There’s no need for formalities, I just wanted to talk to someone for once. It’s quite lonely to be alone all the time.”

A quick laugh followed that statement.

“Well actually,” you continued, “I suppose being alone and being lonely are the same thing, wouldn’t you say so?”

“In my opinion, Your Highness,” his voice came out, wavering, “Being alone causes loneliness. They could be considered the same thing, however they are infinitely different.”

“I suppose you’re correct,” you chuckled. “But anyways, I wanted to congratulate you on your new position. You must be honored.”

He heard the joking tone in your voice, and he knew you were being sarcastic.

“Of course. I’m honored to serve my Kingdom in any way it needs me,” he gritted out.

Even if it needs me to look after its spoiled brat of a princess.

A laugh was heard from you once more, and Tenya was surprised by that reaction. He’d almost expected a huff and a scowl, or if he was lucky enough - a reassignment.

“I’m surprised you even opened your mouth to speak to me,” you mused. “None of the others before even bothered to speak to me. No wonder I’d end up sneaking away from them in the end.”

“Apologies, Your Highness. I didn’t mean to offend.”

“Enough with the formalities,” you yawned. “They’re unnecessary. You’ll be watching over me, right? It’s inevitable that we’ll become friends of some sort.”

“How do you deem that inevitable?” he finally looked up and peered above him.

Even with the helmet heavy on his head, he was able to make out your form standing above him and basking in the light from your room. You could’ve been described as some godly figure in that light, and if he wanted to look at the situation poetically he could have - especially with the way your face was shone on.

But he clearly wasn’t here for those reasons - stupid reasons.

“Well, I’m only thinking out loud here. If we continue to talk the way we are, I supposed we’d be able to find at least one common ground between us,” you smirked from above. Your elbows were leaning over the railing now, and he could see the gown you were wearing as it flowed in the wind about you.

Something about you in that moment felt untouchable, or for a better term unreachable. Maybe it was the attitude you had, or the class differences. He wasn’t quite sure at that moment.

But, you reached out to him first that night.

“Would you like a drink? We could toast to our new sort of “friendship”, if you’re not adamant on insisting it won’t occur.”

You were giving him these pleading eyes, ones he knew he shouldn’t have listened to, but he shook his head and sighed anyways. You were royalty after all, and as much as he seemed to dislike the childish nature about you he couldn’t exactly outright bash you for it. And he supposed it would be something he got used to, over time at least.

“Sure,” he nodded firmly.

He didn’t notice the slight glint in your eye when he raised himself to reach your balcony. It wasn’t high from the ground, and it was a simple task to bring himself over the stone railings to be standing next to the glass doors to your room.

Tenya wasn’t quite sure how, but the floral scent was much sweeter from your balcony - and he was unable to determine whether it was the wind coming from the gardens or from you. That was until you suddenly appeared beside him, and the honeysuckle and lily could be detected from just the thought of your presence.

But he took the glass from your hand without a second thought, gulping it down while you only stood and smiled in response. Your glass remained in your hand, untouched, and Tenya looked quickly after finishing to ask why you hadn’t even pressed the glass to your lips - that was, until he’d started to feel lightheaded and realized why.

You escaped once more that first night.

- - - - - - - - - -

Besides the initial setback of you running away that first night, and the repercussions you both faced, your friendship surprisingly continued onwards. It became rare to see the two of you apart, and it wasn’t just because it was technically Tenya’s job to “watch you”, so to speak. And even more surprising, Tenya found he began to enjoy your company more than he’d previously expected.

You loved having philosophical and intellectual conversations with him - discussing history, ideas, thoughts, poetry, literature - and he loved partaking in them. It was quite odd in his opinion, the way his view of you seemed to change so quickly and easily. There was much more to you than had originally met his eye - evident by the time the two of you would spend in the library - and he quite enjoyed that sentiment.

Today was a continuation of this, with you sitting on one of the benches in the garden with a book in hand as you recited the poetry within. The roses had recently bloomed, and the garden was filled with the twinkling of dew and the buzzing of lazy honeybees flitting from flower to flower - while your voice reciting poetry in the middle seemed to fit the afternoon perfectly.

“You know, you’re the kind to be driven by rules and regulations,” you suddenly commented as he heard the book snap shut. “May I ask why that is?”

At first glance, Tenya only turned to look at you curiously. He thought it was quite the obvious answer.

“Following the rules and regulations set before us is our duty, in many ways,” he commented thoughtfully. “They were set in order to protect us, thus we must obey them. They’re generally there to help keep peace, or make certain aspects of life better.”

“Generally.” you emphasized quickly. “And if they’re set in order to discriminate? Do we still follow them?”

Tenya swallowed thickly, observing the raised eyebrow you were giving while contemplating how he should phrase his answer.

“Well… then they should be eradicated.”

You simply hummed at his words, and he watched your head bob slightly before you lifted yourself from the bench gracefully, book still in your arms as you approached him.

“Then the rule preventing royals from marrying one of the commonfolk is unfair? It was made in hopes to keep the bloodline from becoming ‘dirtied’ after all.”

Tenya’s eyebrows furrowed under the heavy helmet, pondering over why you might have been bringing up such a topic at this time. At first it was quite the puzzle, but the marriage aspect clicked in an instant. He remembered the words the knight who’d told him his duties had said, the rumors about you constantly escaping due to a lover who was outside the palace. And suddenly he was curious, so curious, in fact, that he was unable to censor himself in time.

“I’m assuming this question has to do with the rumors of the ‘lover’ you supposedly have outside the palace,” he turned to you with almost narrowed eyes.

“You’ve figured me out quickly.” You let out a sigh or chuckle, a cross between both or a sound he couldn’t identify, before giving him a tired smile. “Yes. I was meeting someone outside the palace for some time.”

Tenya paused at your word choice. “...Was?”

“The last time I saw him, the night you started watching me, he told me to stop meeting him. He told me it was too hard for us to continue our ‘affair’ if he wouldn’t be able to remain by my side permanently for the rest of our lives - at least considering that there’s no guarantee for it to happen. And as much as I disagreed with his way of going about it, I couldn’t exactly blame him for his actions. I understand his point of view,” you smiled bitterly.

“That’s why you haven’t escaped since,” Tenya all but thought out loud, barely even realizing he was doing so.

“Of course,” you sighed. “There’s nothing to leave for. There’s no joy in the idea of finding something better outside this palace anymore. I’m just stuck here now without a shred of hope or sense of myself.”

You looked at the rose bush sitting next to you sadly, a reminiscent look stuck in your expression as your fingers began carefully tracing the petals of one of the buds.

Tenya watched as you began reaching your hand into the bush, presumedly to pluck one, and it felt almost too late as he tried to stop you.

“The thorns-”

It was too late, he heard the snap of the branch from the bush as you gently pulled the rose out. He was almost expecting there to be scratches or blood of some sort covering your soft fingers but they were perfectly fine.

“There are none,” you showed him, rolling the stem in between your fingers as he watched the flower petals twirl in the air. “They have them removed so I can’t hurt myself.”

“I apologize-”

“No matter,” you giggled. “There’s no need for you to be so formal anymore Tenya. We’ve known each other for months now.”

Yet I feel as if I’ve known you for lifetimes, much more than my current existence.

“But,” you continued. “That’s why I’m grateful for your company. Without it, I’m guessing I’d be wallowing myself in my own pity constantly.”

You carefully twirled the rose in your nimble fingers once more, before handing it to Tenya with a smile. His large fingers met yours in that single instance, and he only stared at the rose in astonishment at your actions for a few seconds.

That was, until you’d already moved on from the moment as you happily swung away, calling out, “Let’s go find another book to read.”

- - - - - - - - - -

“You’re leaving?”

Tenya only nodded in response, unable to reach your gaze or the sad way your eyes had turned inwards with a downcast expression.

It was true. He’d been assigned to head a section of the gentry out on the borders of Déspoir. It really only was because you hadn’t escaped since the first night he’d met you, and the king actually had recognized his accomplishments when he’d gone through training all that while ago.

And it was funny now that Tenya was thinking about the whole situation, as all those months ago he would’ve been so incredibly excited at the prospect of getting to go out into the middle of the battlefield and gain glory for him and his family in the best way possible. But now? He didn’t want to go - he didn’t want to leave you.

And maybe it was only due to the close friendship you both shared and the time you’d spent together, but there was almost an aching feeling in his chest when he saw the downcast expression over your face. It almost burned, and the heat was welling up in his eyes as they felt heavy and watery.

The closeness he felt towards you was unwarranted, and he realized, at this moment, that the so-called “closeness” he felt towards you had given birth to another feeling. And the fact that it was something he’d only just noticed was due to the burning present in his emotions.

And suddenly, there was so much wanted to say to you - his mind racing as the idea began forming in his mind in that one instant. He couldn’t bear to feel it as he left.

But he did the next day, trying to ignore your teary-eyed waves while he hid his own.

Little did he know that your heart reached and yearned in the same way - painfully stretching itself when you realized that he was no longer with you, that he would no longer accompany you around the palace or listen to your escapades in poetry or literature.

The days afterwards became bleak and boring, with no one to argue with or anyone to bother. You were left to your lonesome, wandering the gardens and plucking flowers, or holing up in the cold library at night to read.

It lasted about two weeks, with you only mulling yourself over in the sadness you’d brought upon yourself. Surely your stupid self should’ve realized your feelings sooner, and not mistaken them as friendship.

But that was until a letter arrived, and the words From Tenya were scribbled hastily over the envelope. You’d dashed straight up to your room after receiving it, closing the door behind you to make sure some maid wasn’t there, before tearing it open and fumbling with the paper so you could read it.

__

My Princess,

I feel that this letter should’ve been written earlier, but I must confess I was too shy to do so. Perhaps what’s being said here should've been said before I left, but saying it at some point is better than never saying it.

I must confess that I’ve held feelings for you, and that since I’ve left, the feelings I’ve held for you have gotten stronger.

The way your eyes sparkle under the heat of the sun when we strolled, the distinct floral scent that seemed to follow as you walked, the rouge of your cheeks like the sun when it set, the blinding smile that everyone was caught by, the sound of your laugh that never failed to brighten my day - all of it seems to be the only thing I can ever think about.

You’re forever in my mind, Princess - and there’s no means to rid of you.

I understand if you don’t return these affections, you are quite unreachable when it comes to our positions - but please note my feelings if you don’t return them.

I send you warm wishes regardless, and hope that you are as full of life as you had been when I’d left. I miss your presence either way, it was soothing to spend time with you.

Stay safe, and out of trouble (as I’m not there to chastise you), and I do hope to see you soon.

Yours, Tenya

fictober masterlist

a day in the life of sakusa kiyoomi (featuring you)

6:30 AM:

“omi, nooo.”

“let go. i gotta.”

“no.”

“come on, don’t be a brat,” he groans.

“if you love me, you’ll stay.” sakusa sighs, pecking your forehead softly, hand gliding over your back as he feels you against him. it’s warm and it’s home, and he’s almost tempted to stay glued to you.

almost.

“i have to go jog, i’ll be back,” he mumbles, unlatching himself despite your hands attempting to claw their way back to him. “stop that, you’re—hey! don’t smack my ass, weirdo.”

and even though his cheeks are tainted red and he’s thoroughly embarrassed, he grins to himself when he walks to the bathroom and hears your giggles.

7:20 AM:

“omi, quit picking at the calluses on your hands.”

“‘m not,” he denies through a quiet mumble, hiding his hands under the table with a pout.

“you’re hopeless.”

the plate of breakfast placed before him makes his heart flutter. sakusa can’t stop the little chuckle he lets out when he sees the strawberries assembled into a little heart on the plate.

“and you’re a cliche sap,” he teases. and when he catches the spoon you throw at him, smirking when you groan at his athleticism, he almost considers skipping practice to stay home with you.

“hurry and eat, you’ll be late.”

“i’m never late.”

“i don’t care, shut up and eat,” you huff. his chair scoots closer to yours when you settle next to him with your own plate.

7:34 AM:

“babe, bab—oh my goodness—okay, that’s enough. i’ll be late—oh my god,” he groans through the onslaught of kisses you place on his face. he pretends he’s annoyed, but the blush and the wobble of his lips as he fights back a smile says otherwise.

sakusa loves goodbye kisses, you’re no fool.

“okay,” you peck his lips one last time. “there, i’m done. now you may go.” he shuffles a little and stares at the ground, pout on his face.

“ahem,” he clears his throat.

“you’ll be late, what are you—”

“you’re forgetting two things.”

“what?” he glares at you, and you glare back.

“first of all, you’re supposed to say i love you? what happened to that?” rolling your eyes, you purse your lips at him with a raised brow.

“kay, i love you. what else do you need?”

“thank you, i love you too.” his eyes meet the floor again. “you missed a spot,” he murmurs quietly. and even though you laugh at him, and he scowls and shoves you away for a bit, you place two big kisses to his moles, sending him off.

7:57 AM:

“omi, why’re ya smilin’ at yer phone like that?” sakusa’s grin instantly drops, and his usual scowl graces his features. atsumu tends to have that effect on him.

“ooh! are you talking to y/n? i love them! tell them i said hi!” bokuto’s voice is booming loud as ever—too loud for eight am on a monday morning for him.

“no, you don’t need to say hi—”

“tell them i said hi too!” he glares at a certain ginger instantly. he’s a bit annoyed that his last minute conversation with you before weight training is interrupted, but he doesn’t deny that deep down, he’s at home here too, surrounded by three loud mouths he can’t escape.

he shoots a quick message with a scowl on his face.

bokuto and hinata said hi

and atsumu, too he adds after the setter insists through whines.

and when he gets a tell them i said hi too! he can’t help but smile softly again—although it drops two seconds after when atsumu opens his mouth once more.

12:36 PM:

“my shoulder hurts.”

“you slacked off on your stretches again, didn’t you?” he doesn’t meet your eyes as he unpacks his bento.

“no.” he did. and he knows you know, but sakusa doesn’t like being scolded. especially not on his lunch break.

“yes you did, kiyoomi,” you say sternly. and he pouts, unhappy with your tone.

“don’t yell at me, i’m hungry, i don’t deserve this right now.” he pulls out the note you left him, scanning over the sweet message, noticing the little bunch of hearts on the bottom next to your signed name. he cracks a smile, turning the note to face you through the screen. “you’re a cliche sap part two.”

“and you’re an idiot who can’t take care of himself part two. quit picking at your calluses and quit slacking on your stretches. make sure you stretch longer before practice.” sakusa glares at you through his phone, but his heart does a little squeeze at how you take care of him.

“kay, whatever, you’re rude. now tell me about your day so far.” he’s kept very entertained throughout his lunch break as he hears your rambles about trivial things.

8:17 PM:

“i’m home,” sakusa calls out. silence. with a frown, he calls out “i said i’m home,” louder this time.

“oh my god, i’m coming, you’ll live if you’re not greeted in two seconds,” you huff as you emerge from the bathroom. but still, your hands cup his cheeks gently, pulling him into a searing kiss with a soft smile on your face.

“i could very well die,” he mumbles in between kisses, burying his head into your neck and pecking the skin there as your hands smooth through his curls. “missed you.”

“me too. dinner’s gonna be ready in a bit, go shower,” you whisper.

“no, not yet.”

“omi, we’ll cuddle after—”

“yeah, but i wanna cuddle now.” smiling to yourself, you rub over his shoulder, the one you know is sore, and he slacks more weight into you.

“hey,” you whisper.

“what?”

“i love you.”

“yeah, i love you too,” sakusa grins before tugging you along to your shared room, plopping himself on top of you in bed.

8:33 PM:

“and then i was spiking the ball, and i saw him just trip in the corner,” he snorts along with you, shaking his head as he recounts details from practice. “he thought no one noticed but i’m pretty sure everyone did.”

“i saw a kid trip at the grocery store today,” you chuckle. “i’m going to hell for laughing.” sakusa cracks a large grin, poking your cheek with his index finger.

“you’re going to hell anyway.”

“so are you.”

“that’s why we’re a match made in heaven. or hell. you know what? both.” his hand finds yours under the table, squeezing it gently as your thumb rubs over his knuckles. “oh yeah, i need a hair cut, remind me to make an appointment later this week.”

“no, omi! it’s not even that long,” you whine.

“yes it is, it gets in my eyes when i go to serve.”

“then wear clips. you look hot with longer hair,” you insist, making him scowl.

“no, that’s weird.” but he can’t help but sigh when your pout deepens, weak to his knees at the look. “fine, i’ll do it like next week or something instead,” he mutters. the smug grin on your face makes him roll his eyes, but the brightness in your eyes fills him up to the brim with warmth.

11:31 PM:

“can we go to bed now, love?” sakusa yawns, nudging you from his spot on your chest. you hum as you scroll through your phone.

“what are you? an old man? only grandpas head in for the night at eleven thirty.” he raises an eyebrow.

“you nap all day, you lazy brat. that’s why you’re never tired at night.”

“excuse me, i did a lot of work today, don’t even start. a few smacks of a ball shouldn’t get you this tired.” he pulls the blanket over his body, huffing as he gets comfortable on top of your body.

“fine, you stay up, i’ll sleep.”

“omi, don’t sleep on me, you’re heavy.”

“oh well,” he mumbles, already dozing off. you want to be mad, but he looks utterly beautiful in his sleep, cheek smooshed against your chest, face calm and at peace. he looks a few years younger, and you can’t help but smile to yourself, pushing back the hair from his face and kissing his moles.

“i guess your hair has gotten a bit longer,” you whisper. “goodnight, omi. i love you.” and sakusa, as if he knows, smiles a bit in his sleep, humming contentedly.

he considers today a pretty good day.

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“hello, my love.”

shouto todoroki’s morning voice makes you swoon — it’s rough around the edges and soft in the middle, like a sweet melody for your ears.

“good morning, shouto.”

you admire him in all of his glory; his hair is slicked back since he took a shower and it’s still damp (you can clearly see him pushing it back, annoyed huff leaving his lips. the thought makes you smile). he’s shirtless — toned chest almost glittering under the golden sunlight — but wearing loose tweed pants.

“how’d you sleep?” he asks, chops some melon and places it on a plate as you walk over to him.

“splendidly well,” you wrap your arms around his waist, bury your nose into his chest — he smells like peony and rose water body wash and feels soft, smooth. you’re embraced by comfort. you look up, grin at his pretty face. “and you?”

shouto leans down to kiss you — a kiss that tastes like tea, a sweet little kiss that makes you smile even more, wakes you up for the day. “also splendidly well. someone was clinging onto me and they continued to murmur they were cold, so. it was an eventful night.” he shrugs.

you hop on the countertop as he goes to turn on the stove, takes out some eggs from the fridge. there’s a tiny smile on his face and it’s contagious as hell.

“if i remember correctly, you were also hugging me closer to you.”

“oh, so now i can’t hug the person i’m marrying?!”

you giggle like a lovesick fool. “you’re impossible, mr. shouto todoroki.”

“i get that a lot in the office.” he wiggles in between your legs and you swear his eyes are in the shapes of hearts. and then, quite suddenly, he’s holding your chin — thumb grazing your bottom lip, making you taste the fruit he was cutting.

it’s quiet, barely above a whisper, but you hear it either way — i love you. and he plants a kiss on your lips, wraps his arms around your waist.

with a kiss from his lips you go to heaven and speak to god. with a touch from his hand your soul shivers.

his forehead rests against yours and it feels like you’ve become one for the thousandth time. he smiles, almost giggles. “okay, let me make you some breakfast.”

you feel loved. and you think it’s because you’re drowning in shouto todoroki’s love. and he feels the same way, too, lets you know in these little moments.

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katsuki loves you. from the bottom of his heart, he does. he loves how you help so many people, even without realizing it. he loves the way you're so unbelievably contagious, cheering up your friends when they're not feeling their best selves. and he feels so fuckin' grateful that you chose him to share your existence with.

you save so many people. you tell them to take care of themselves. you listen, and lend a hand to those in need when they need it most.

but what katsuki can't stand - what he fuckin' hates seeing the most - is you refusing to lend yourself that helping hand.

you don't hesitate to take care of anyone... so why is it so hard for you to take care of yourself?

you think you hide it well; you think nobody can see that you're truly, silently suffering. but none of this is fooling him. he's too perceptive for that. he catches you one night, completely offguard while you're crying.

katsuki's quick to envelop you in the tightest of hugs. his fingers, gently thread through your hair. he shoves your face into the crook of his neck, and there's absolutely no way you can escape his embrace now. no way you can possibly hide from him. and before he speaks, with the softest voice you've ever heard, he kisses your temple, tenderly like lovers do. like they should do.

"let me help you," he says, feeling your poor body shaking in his arms. "i want to take care of you."

you haven't heard kinder words in such a long, long time, it's powerful enough to shake you out of your sobbing and leaves you ultimately frozen.

"please," he pleads. and katsuki never says 'please.' "teach me how to love you. let me save you when you can't. and don't give me that, 'i'll be fine,' bullshit."

he pulls back to look you in the eye, his forehead pressing flush to yours. nose to nose.

"don't you fuckin' get it? you're all i have," his voice, so used to commanding with confidence and barking orders, croaks underneath hidden pressure, and cracks.

"you're the most important person in my life, dumbass," his throat bobs as he swallows. "and i don't ever wanna lose you."

hii!! i love your writings! you’re basically my fav haikyuu writer🤗anywaysssss can i request a scenario where akaashi has a crush on his girl classmate, she’s oblivious but everyone knows because of how gentleman he is acting towards her compare to others thank you in advance!(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) stay safe and keep up the good work!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

You, My Oblivious Dunce (Akaashi Keiji x Reader)

Yesss my first Akaashi scenario!!! I’m back everyone!!

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“Oi. Wake up.” 

You jolt in your seat at the feeling of someone’s fingers tapping on your exposed skin on your neck, raising your head from your slightly sleepy stupor to make dazed eye contact with the boy next to you. 

“Akaashi, can you ever just cover for me? Please?” 

“And who’s the one who doesn’t get enough sleep at night?” Akaashi hums back in response, resting his defined chin in one palm as he scrawled at his paper. You pout in response, huffing slightly before flinching at the sudden squealing that came with the ringing bell, signaling class had come to an end. 

Oh God. Again?

You blink as you almost fall out of your seat, some of the girls clamoring into the room almost on top of one another to talk to the pretty setter. Quirking an eyebrow at the death glares some of them sent you, you ignore the every day commotion before shuffling in your bag for your lunch. 

“A-Akaashi-senpai, will you join me for lunch?” 

“I made this for you!” 

“P-please accept what I baked! I spent all night baking it!” 

You miss the glance the pretty boy had sent you as you lift yourself out of your seat, ready to meet some of your own friends for lunch as you head towards the door, excited to eat. Akaashi’s eyes scan the selection of sweets before choosing one carefully, nodding his head in thanks as the girls surrounding his seat swoon at his stoic nature. 

The class watches Akaashi manuever his way through the herd politely yet somewhat forcibly as his usual moderate walking pace seemed to pick up before you could exit the door. Akaashi catches your bag strap, causing you to pause in confusion as he shoulders it, tapping the tin of sweets on your head. 

“You like this kind, right?” 

“Uh...I’m not sure you’re supposed to regift-” You start, blanching at the angry herd of female underclassmen before Akaashi shrugs, holding the door open for you as you step through it, the class all collectively sighing as Bokuto’s hearty laugh rings through the room. 

“Will she ever get it?” 

“I say give it about three months.” 

“No way! Akaashi-senpai would never-!” 

“Uh, can you like, leave our classroom?” 

It had started off as a shock at first. Akaashi Keiji was a guy who kept to himself, not feeding into the attention he earned from his rep as the talented setter who was known to be Bokuto’s right hand, the best friend of the star ace. He hadn’t really pushed it away either, and didn’t show any interest towards anybody- 

until he noticed that your features were really really pretty in the sun from your spot in the window seat beside him. And that your laugh wasn’t forced or obnoxious like the girls who threw themselves at him. Your cool nature was so relaxed, and you didn’t treat him any differently than any other friend-

before he knew it, Akaashi Keiji had developed a crush on the girl who couldn’t see the softness in his irises when she entered the room. 

“Akaashi, I can’t have these! They were made for you!” You protest, unwrapping your bento as Akaashi attempts to hand you the tin for the third time. Your lunch plans with friends fell short when Akaashi led you (and your bag) to a spot on the school fountain, giving your class full view to watch the two of you from the window as if it were some kind of reality TV show. 

“Well, they’re mine. I can do what I want with them.” Akaashi’s answer was short as you scoff, his eyes falling on the half-bitten rolled omelette on the end of your chopsticks. “That looks good.” 

“You want one?” You offer, moving to grab a new one before Akaashi leans forward, his mouth capturing the one you had just bitten into, face inches away from yours as you blink. 

Blue-green eyes are calculative as he takes in your body language. 

“She has to understand after that!” 

“That was so smooth, Akaashi you little hoe-” 

“ShHH I wanna see how she responds!” 

Unfortunately, you carried on as if nothing happened, flicking Akaashi’s temple with an eye roll. 

“You tainted my chopsticks!” 

Cue the class’s collected groan, Bokuto laughing so loud he had to hold his stomach as a look of annoyance passes over Akaashi’s face momentarily, settling back to his stoic nature as his eyes flicker up to the window. He had noticed the nosy classmates, causing the class to scatter away from the window, some tripping over one another in the process. 

“I’m kidding. I don’t really care.” You laugh at Akaashi’s serious face, nudging him in the shoulder as you pick up some more food into your mouth. “You still wanna bite?...Akaashi?” 

The setter had looked off to the side, cheeks tinged with an annoying heat as he wills it to go away, suddenly thankful he noticed the class when he did. 

You had just indirectly kissed him, and hadn’t even batted an eyelash. 

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“Whaaa?! Is this a love letter, Y/N?!” Bokuto snatched the paper from your desk as you lurch forward without missing a beat, snatching it back. 

Akaashi’s pen stops mid-sentence. 

“None of your business, Hoe-kuto.” You snip, causing the owl-haired boy to laugh as you roll your eyes, continuing to write as Bokuto casts a smug glance towards his best friend. 

Akaashi’s eyes narrow ever so slightly. Don’t. 

“Do you have someone you like, Y/N-chan?”

Akaashi lifts his head, pen dropping on the desk as he reaches into his bag, cheeks tinged with annoyance brimming blue irises as you stutter out an answer. 

“W-what-who just-nobody just asks-” 

Music filled your ears as you lift a hand up to the pair of headphones resting on your head, Akaashi looking away when you snap your head towards him in confusion. 

“Listen to this song. I’ve been meaning to show you it.” 

You nod, eyebrow quirked as you go back to writing, missing the glare the setter sent towards the ace as Bokuto simply shrugged, eyes knowingly smug as Akaashi groaned into his palm. 

Why couldn’t everyone just let him be? Can’t he just be quietly in love with you?

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“Are you ready to go home?” 

“Uh, no need to walk me today, Keiji.” You reply distractedly, shuffling in your bag before emerging with a folded piece of paper, a tick forming in the messy haired boy’s jaw at the sight. “I have something I need to do-” 

“I’ll wait for you. Give me your bag.” 

“I said it was-!” 

Akaashi rolls his eyes at the silence that filled the room purposefully, taking your bag with him out of the room in stride as he pauses at the corner of the hall, glancing back to see your figure walking quickly down the hall, purpose in your steps. 

Do you have someone you like, Y/N-chan? 

Literally fuck Bokuto for getting into his head. 

Are you writing a love letter? 

Before Akaashi knew it, his feet were following yours, hand clasped so tightly around the strap his knuckles were turning white. 

What would he do?

His pace quickened.

What would he do if he was too late?

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“Oh! You made it!” Your sweet voice filled Akaashi’s ears as you walk further out onto the rooftop.

Akaashi pauses, feeling like an absolute stalker as he leans his back against the entryway to the roof, wondering if he was going too far. So what if you didn’t like him? Who cared if you were about to confess your love for someone else? 

The male voice that responded to you caused a pain to erupt through Akaashi’s chest. 

“Thanks for coming.” 

“It was no big deal, I’ve been working on it for awhile.”

He does. He cares if you have feelings for someone else. 

Before Akaashi could make the mistake of revealing that he had followed you, the next sentence makes the pressure lighten off his chest completely. 

“Here’s the English notes I made! These tips made me pass last year’s exams for sure, and well, I’m kind of an idiot, but so are you.” 

“Wah! You’re the best Y/N-senpai!” 

Akaashi’s back slides down against the floor until he’s sitting, a humorless chuckle slipping his lips as his heart beat begins to regulate again. 

Just what was he doing?

He ignores the underclasman who casted him a weird glance as he left the rooftop, making a decision as he listened for your familiar footsteps. 

Fuck quietly being in love with you. 

“Keiji?”

No response. The boy’s long legs were bent in his position against the wall, forehead resting on clasped fingers as you poke him, as if you were waking a sleeping bear. 

“This is a really weird place to nap, you didn’t have to wait-” 

“You’re right.” 

A startled gasp slips your lips as Akaashi’s strong grip pulls you down so you’re sitting between his bent legs, his arms crossing over your torso as he pulls you tightly into his chest. You freeze, soaking in just what was happening as Akaashi buries his face into your neck, feeling his heartbeat pound against your back. 

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” 

“W-what? I said-” 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

The silence that filled the air was painful as Akaashi’s only comfort was holding you tighter, thoughts spinning in your head as you force your lips to move.

“You do?” 

Your voice was quiet, uneasy, and soft. So unlike your usual voice all Akaashi could do was nod into your neck, feeling your tense body relax ever so slightly as your fingers dance across his tightened grip.

“Then...um...why don’t we...uh-” 

Akaashi cuts you off as a surge of confidence washes over him at the feeling of the heat that rushed to your neck, tilting your chin up from his position behind you to kiss you deeply, almost as if he was feeding a hunger that had built up inside him after so long. You responded shyly, feeling heat rush to your cheeks as Akaashi’s hand rests gently on your cheek, deepening the kiss before pulling back with uneven breaths. 

“Date?” He offered, breathless as your eyes find everywhere to look besides his blue-green orbs. Your shy nod had Akaashi holding himself back from kissing you again, not wanting to overwhelm you as he smiles into your neck, comfortable with holding you close. 

“Keiji?” 

“Hm?” 

“Is...is this why our class stares at us when we’re together?”

“You’re oblivious. It’s your fault.” 

“Hey-!” Your normal self returns only to be shut down again by Akaashi stealing another kiss, much lighter this time as you’re only able to let out a small squeak in response as you clasp at the setter’s hands. 

“That’s for making me wait so long.” 

Another one stolen. 

“This is for being dense.” 

And another. 

“And this-” 

Akaahi freezes when you lean up to cut him off mid-sentence, shyly pecking his lips as his widened blue eyes look down at you. 

“-is for not confessing to me sooner.” You mumble, causing Akaashi to roll his eyes as he snaps out of his faze with a smile ghosting his lips. 

“Then, my apologies...” He flicks your temple. “Dunce.” 

“How does one go from kissing me to bullying me?” 

“Oh? Then do you want me to kiss-” 

“Nope. Bully me. I’ll report you to the school so you won’t be able to kiss me or bully me.” 

“Mhm. Do that.” Akaashi replies evenly, thinking your flushed nature was cute as he hugs you gently, contrasting greatly with his starved actions before. 

“Either way you’re mine, dunce.” 

“How about you be mine?” You retort.

“Nope. I’m the one who’s been waiting.” Akaashi tilts your jaw up gently, nose brushing yours as you attempt to shy away again. His fingers hold you in place as his lips move against yours as he speaks, not pressing them together. 

“You, my oblivious dunce, are mine. I love you.” And for the countless time, Akaashi kissed you next to the stairwell that led to the roof, both chests brimmed with the unknown feeling of the warmth in their beings. 

Although completely unexpected, Akaashi Keiji, the guy who kept to himself, had suddenly allowed something within him to be stolen by the likes of you, the girl who had the sun in her hair and the bubbliness in her laugh. 

But did he regret what was stolen?

“I’m not saying it back.” 

“Acting defiant, are we?” 

“Kissing me won’t do anything!” 

“We’ll see about that.”

No. Not one bit.

eternity in a moment

Pairing: Xiao x GN! Reader Warnings: none, just enjoy the fluff A/N: heard eternity in a moment and knew i needed to write something short and sweet for the lantern rite, so enjoy!

xiao goes by many names. alatus, the conqueror of demons, the guardian yaksha. he's so used to being a feared and revered figure in liyue. he knows that humans are wary of him, knows that his fellow adepti regard him with looks of sympathy when they see him standing alone atop wangshu inn.

there's always something troublesome that's going on around liyue. whether it's a new hilichurl camp, or treasure hoarders trying to sneak towards qingce village, xiao is there in an instant, mask donned over his features as he brandishes his weapon. he's made it clear, countless times to those who have sought him, that he should be seen as a weapon, and nothing more. it's dehumanizing, cruel, heartless, but xiao's lack of regard for himself has plagued him for so many years, his karmic debt slowly building.

but when he's with you, he's just xiao. he's the one who loves neatly decorated almond tofu and the crystalflies that flutter around the caves of guyun stone forest. when he's with you, the only titles around his name are the little petnames that you've tagged on when you call for him. when he's with you, the whispers in his head are cast away and he's unafraid to take a step back and indulge in a sweet moment with you.

because when he's with you, xiao feels at peace.

and the sight of you, smiling at him with two lanterns in your hand, one offered towards him with a blank thin strip of paper waiting for him to write something, is enough for him to melt. his fingers brush against yours, gentle and hesitant, but accepting nonetheless as he turns away from you to scribble something short onto that paper. you don't peek over at his wish, and he follows suit. and when you lift the lanterns to the sky, one of his arms wrapped around your waist to steady you from your spot on the branches that reach over the inn, the other pushing up the lantern, he can't help but glance over. the gentle glow of the lantern illuminates your features and he can't help but stare at the look of awe that paints your features.

he could spend all of eternity in this moment.

"happy lantern rite, i love you."

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I love the vibe Zhongli gives off

“I would of wanted her to be curious. And willful, unstoppable even. But with enough compassion to heal the world ... just a little bit.”

in your shared apartment with shouto todoroki, everything is blissful (as if you’re in some sort of paradise, one you and your lover hand crafted).

especially as he holds you in his arms; delicately, as if you were a porcelain doll. gently, because you’re the love of his life. softly, because even though you’re only dancing to brillas by león larregui, he wants to protect you from any evil figure, from a mere wasp.

“can i tell you a secret, my love?”

you look up at shouto, rest your chin on his chest. it would be a cruel lie if you said you didn’t get lost in his eyes and found heaven in them. “of course,” you sigh with content. “and i promise to not tell a soul.”

he smiles, traces his index finger from your temple to your chin and leans down to kiss you — and when his soft lips land on yours, you taste moonlight and raspberries and his love. it seeps through your mouth and you can’t help but tangle your fingers in his hair, press your chest into his and pour your love into his heart.

“i’m in love with you.”

you laugh, the tip of your nose touching his, lips centimeters apart. “that’s no secret, you tell me every single day.”

the song changes to if i give my heart to you by doris day and the mellomen and shouto’s swaying to the rhythm again. “i can’t help it,” he smiles, leans down to kiss your neck, “you mean everything to me, my love. if i had to burn the world down to keep you safe, i would. in an instant.”

he’s standing straight again and you’re cradling his cheek with your hand, admiring him as the sun sets and illuminates his face in a tangerine glow.

“you mean everything to me, too, shouto.”

he’s smiling again — sweet, love filled. you’ve found out, over the years you’ve been with shouto todoroki, that he’s a secret hopeless romantic. sure, he was a bit awkward at first, but after that? he’s snuggling his nose into your neck as the sun rises, making you breakfast in loose tweed pants, taking you out on dream like vacations.

“let’s go look at the sunset.” he says, holding your hand in his as he gently pulls you out on your balcony. you’re a bit taken aback, having been too caught up in admiring him as if he were a piece of art, a pretty god that hides between the clouds.

a few minutes pass by until shouto says something again. “i bought you this, it reminded me of you.” he says, casually, as he holds up an expensive necklace.

you laugh, eyes glittering. shouto smiles, swears he falls in love even more. he truly does believe you’re his soulmate, the one who he’d tell every single one of his secrets to (not only silly i’m in love with you’s).

“you’re so blunt, shouto. but thank you — i love it, it’s so pretty.” you smile, cool breeze hitting your face. shouto leans down to kiss your nose.

he clasps it around your neck and murmurs another i love you, seals his words with a kiss.

shouto todoroki is giving you his heart for the thousandth time in the form of a pearl necklace, reassuring you that he loves you (and no one else but you) and that he’ll always be by your side — whether that be in your hand crafted paradise or out in the cruel world. you’re his love, his muse, you hold his heart in your hands. really, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“Y/N is giving free hugs!” [Genshin High School AU]

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, gn!reader

Warnings: Not much, not proofread, taglist not updated

Notes: I know this is such a weird idea but if kissing booths and charity dates exist then….

Personal favourite in this work: ZHONGLI, DAINSLEIF, Thoma, Xiao

Summary: During the school festival, in order to attract more customers to your class’ cafe, the idea of giving free hugs came around. 

His friend had heard about it and came running to him, knowing that he has had the biggest crush on you since forever. “Y/N’s giving free hugs! Here, they’re on a schedule!” his friend shoves the flyer at him and he takes a look at it out of curiosity.

A few other students in your class are on schedule to give free hugs.

Your timeslot was 1:30 to 2:00 

Aether

“Ahaha…” Aether grips the piece of paper and feels as if he started to sweat bullets. He waves his hand and laughs it off. “It’s alright, I don’t really wanna bother them. They must be really busy already,” he concludes and passes the flyer back to Lumine. 

“Aether!” Lumine exclaimed. “There’s gunna be other people lining up for the hugs, you know that right?” She was exasperated, Aether could tell, and the more he thought about it the more he just didn’t want to pass up the opportunity, and so, he was in line by 1:40. 

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12:30 am

Feat. Kuroo

Kuroo didn’t know when he decided that dating you would be a bad idea, but he did. But looking at you know, he couldn’t remember why.

Seeing you after a long day was like taking a fresh breath of air, or maybe not. Seeing you, an indescribable feeling came over him.

You made water taste better, the sun shine brighter, and his heart beat faster.

You first met Kuroo your first year, on the first day of school. He sat beside you in class and offered his name so you returned with yours. After that interaction you spoke with him regularly in class and it only took a few months before you were speaking outside of class.

You two got close, and for some reason, he got scared. It wasn't often that he let people get too close, or that people wanted to get close.

He let his feelings fester for two years, nearly forgetting that there was another option besides dying in silence.

But here you were, leaning down in front of him whispering in his ear, telling him to come with you. Goosebumps rose on his skin as your hot breath hit his ear. He willingly followed you, not that he had much choice because you were holding onto his hand tightly.

His mind jumped from several different conclusions as to what you were gonna do to him, some shoujo status, others being horrifically humiliating.

You lead him out of the classroom to behind the school.

"What are we doing here?" He asked.

You shushed him and grabbed him by his tie to lower him in front of a cardboard box. He almost lost it then and there. You looked around in every direction before opening the box to reveal a single black kitten sleeping in it.

"I found her in a bush near the entrance. You know, I was running late so it was quiet when I was walking up so I heard her meowing." You explained, petting her head softly with one finger. "I found a box and went back and grabbed her. By the time I had done all of this, 1st period was over."

He looked over at you as you looked tenderly at the kitten. He wondered if he was looking at you with a similar expression.

"What are you going to do with her?"

You looked up at him with a bashful look and he knew that whatever you were going to say next he would agree to immediately.

"I was thinking you could take it? My dad would never let us take her in, but maybe your parents would be ok with it? I would have to come over constantly though."

"Of course, I'll take care of her." He spoke without really thinking about it, but his answer would have been the same.

"Really? That's so great! I was super worried for a bit."

"C'mon, I'd do anything I could to help you out." After watching your expression change, he wanted to take it back immediately, or at least rearrange his wording.

"Thanks, Tetsurou." Shit. He was down bad.

With the way you were looking at him now, he was asking again, why hadn't he made a move sooner.

He spoke your name softly and you held your breath as he spoke. "Before we go back to class, I have something I want to say." He paused to find the right words, but nothing seemed better than just saying them. "I like you."

You finally let out a breath as a shaky laugh and beamed at him. "I like you too."

You both were caught up in a moment of bliss that was broken by the weak cry of the kitten in front of you.

"She's awake!" You pulled her into your arms as you showed Kuroo to her. "This is Tetsurou, your new dad."

"If I'm her dad, does that make you her mom?" He hoped to pull a flustered reaction from you, but the best he could get was a blush and a smile.

"I thought that was obvious." You mumble, placing her back into the box.

"Well, we should probably head back, class will be starting soon." He said, taking the box into his arms.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Taking her to the gym, Nekomata won’t mind. She’ll be safer where no one else will find her. She can be like our mascot or something.” You smile at him and it sends the same electric shocks through his heart, just without the pain this time.

• daylight

Despite how big his physique is, it always amazes you how Wakatoshi can move so gracefully, as though each fibre of his being is as well trained as he is to make all his movements precise, like he couldn’t afford to waste a drop of energy on excess movement.

With your head still half in the clouds, you watched him carefully fill his luggage with the remaining items he hadn’t packed, doing so as quiet as he can. Minutes passed and you were almost fully awake when he turns to the direction of the bed, surprised to see you up, but he smiles nonetheless.

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hq boys holding their baby for the first time

featuring ; bokuto koutarou + akaashi keiji + atsumu miya + sakusa kiyoomi + kuroō tetsuro

warnings ; cute hq dads :’)

notes ; akaashi with his baby girl i’m crying—

+BOKUTO is gritting his teeth, horrified and also immediately relived upon hearing that you’d had the baby. although that didn’t guarantee the baby’s health and well-being, the part he was scared about. “congratulations, you’re now the parents of a healthy baby boy.” the nurse handed the little one to bokuto first, letting him simmer in that fatherly feeling. he felt too happy to cry at the moment, cooing at how incredible this was and the way the little boy reached his hands up, stilled at the sight of his father. “i promise you i will always be here for you. always.” he whispered, eyes gentle. his son. wild. he honestly could get enough, sugaring you with compliments and kisses of absolute adoration.

+AKAASHI was as nervous as can be, hands shaking while he wearily took a peek from the beds side-barriers. hand now aching from your iron grip. he didn’t mind. “look keiji, she has your hair.” you chuckled weakly, lifting the baby up to his unstable arms. “y/n-baby-i don’t want to drop her-“ his babbling cut short by the little girl wrapping her finger around his, eyes round with curiosity. if akaashi could be more in love right now he might just explode. “hi darling, you’re beautiful.” his lips pulled into a different type of smile, face breaking into a mess of tears. the nurses found this very cute. “it’s alright keiji, cry as much as you need. it’s our baby girl after all.” you laughed, the nurses followed suit. 

+ATSUMU stood bleary eyed beside you, just watching. he was so excited before, but now he didn’t know how to feel. however he knew that he felt .. warm. a fuzzy sensation erupting in his chest. “how do you do it.” he shook his head, marveling at the two little ones sitting in front of him, two little girls, twins. “magic.” you chortled, amused at his frown. “can i hold them ?” asking meekly, he took the two in each arm, marveling once again. “she had your hair, and she has mine.” he nodded his head to each baby wrapped in pink and purple, to set a difference. “the better have my eyes though.” he batted his lashes, full of himself. the nurses found him quite the charmer. “hopefully not your personality.” — “hey, what’s that supposed to mean-“

+SAKUSA rubbed your white knuckles, his chest heaving with breaths. upset that you experienced so much pain, but so proud of you to be strong throughout. birth was .. a lot for the opposite. much worse than even germs to him. “baby, baby look at me.” you slowly moved your head, breathing slowly. “yes… kiyoomi ?” he melted with relief. you looked exhausted. “you did amazing, you know that ? i am so proud of you.” he pressed a few kisses to your cheek, alerted by the nurses arrival. “hello, apologies for interrupting you, but we would like to inform you that your baby girl has been safely and healthily delivered.” they handed the cutie to kiyoomi first, singing happy birthday with smiling faces. she was like glass, so delicate, so precious. “hello there sweetie, i love you.” he blinked back his tears, grinning. so very happy.

+KUROŌ, coming from a person lacking a father figure felt almost destroyed. but it fueled him to assure his world, the baby boy in his arms would never suffer the same fate. he couldn’t even express his feelings in words, lips trembling with overflowing emotion. now he had two beings that were his world. you, and the bundle of joy wrapped in a blue blanket in his arms. he was overjoyed. “good lord, you’re so cute.” he carefully moved a small piece of messy black hair to the side, allowing a full view of the little one. “getting the fatherhood feeling ?” you mused from beside him, appearing a bit playful despite the past. “of course i am kitten, now i’ve got two kittens.” you rolled your eyes. “sure sure. but if you dress him up as a cat for halloween i will divorce you.” he stiffened. “me ? never.” nervous laughter ensued.

-maak

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HQ characters + not actually unrequited love

Excerpts of requited romantic feelings between you and the person you’re in love with.

(Part one here.)

Pairing: fem!Reader x timeskip!character

Characters: Atsumu Miya, Hajime Iwaizumi, Issei Matsukawa, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Rintarō Suna, Tōru Oikawa

Content tags: timeskip manga spoilers, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romantic fluff, kissing

Word count: mostly between 700-800 words for each pairing, one with around 1000

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Diluc x fem!reader One-shot

A/n: This was an old draft months ago ;-;;; not proofread, Modern au

"Fall for me."

He shouldn't care. 

This was merely an agreement, an arranged marriage for his family’s company and yours. 

Yet why did he feel so furious when he heard you were crying after a gathering with his greedy guests? 

"Where is she?" He asks, barely holding in the irritation he felt by the news, "Pardon?" The Bodyguard, yours to be specific, dared to ask the Eldest son of the Ragnvindr family who he was talking about! This just pushed him near the edge as he gave the guard a cold gaze "My wife, where is she?" He never expected himself to label you as his, but it felt so right to blurt out. 

"The young madame is in her room, she had stated she didn't want visitors at the moment young master" The bodyguard replies hesitantly, "I'm not a visitor, I'm her husband." 

Diluc quickly made his way to your room, upon finding your door he halts as he hears you sobbing, his heart drops at this; Knocking on your door he hears you gasp softly from the other side, probably surprised he thought "I apologise but I am quite busy at the moment" He hears you say noting the hoarseness in your voice. 

"It's me," He says and not even a minute later you had unlocked your door, peeking outside to meet your 'husband' "Diluc? What are you doing here?" You question, holding yourself back from asking more questions knowing you two weren't that close to engaging in a personal conversation 

Diluc eyes you up and down, noticing how your dress was disheveled, your eyes quite puffy, and your nose a little red. You shyly move behind your door trying to hide from the redhead observant gaze, afraid he would call you weak or pathetic or that you don't deserve to have him as your husband "I'll just go fix myself real quic-" "Who did it?" He cuts you off, putting his foot between the door, stopping you from closing it on his face 

"No one did" "Don't lie to me Y/N, I know when you lie" It was true he knew you more than yourself and you hated it, you hated how he knew how to break through the walls you had put up to protect yourself. "It's nothing to worry about, I was just being dramatic" You murmured looking down, with a sigh he pushes your door open making himself at home in your room. 

Diluc wasn't one to push people if they didn't want to talk but you're not just someone, you're his wife; Someone who he had promised to take care of even if it was just an act, an agreement.

He sits on your bed (respectfully) as you shyly go fix yourself, you weren’t someone who put up a fight unless necessary nor were you someone who pry in others’ business. You knew how to mind your business and he appreciated you for it. Coming back looking more fresh and clean, you sigh defeatedly accepting he won’t leave you alone till you talk.

“Luc” You called out as you sat down beside him, his heart skipped a beat at the nickname but you didn’t need to know that “Do you also think I’m a Gold digger for agreeing to this arranged marriage?” You had your head down, you were embarrassed, ashamed that people viewed you that way when in reality you only agreed for the sake of your father’s pleads.

Diluc's heart felt heavy at the sight of you looking lost and confused, he would never think of you like that! Even if you ask him for things he wouldn't care at all, "Y/N, my dear" He calls out to you, your heart fluttered at the nickname as you look up to meet his gaze "You could ask me for anything that you wish for," He states noticing a frown forming on your face "And I would still not look at you like that, you are my wife, my partner to spoil and pamper." His gaze softens at the sight of you looking all soft and fragile in front of him 

"I'm sorry" He indulges you into a warm hug, "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me" He swore to the archons no one will no longer bully you as long as you're his wife; This marriage wasn't so bad if it meant having you by his side

Bonus;

"I still need the names on who dares bully my wife" He whispers as you lightly punch his shoulders "Luc don't be stubborn! It's okay" You stifle a laugh as he frowns "No one is supposed to bully my wife " You keep calling me your wife as if we weren't forced into this whole marriage thing" You sigh shaking your head

"I mean it" He confesses "Huh?" "I'm in love with you" 

….

"LUC?" "I'll say this a thousand times if I have to. Fall in love with me, Y/N"

touch starved.

• jealousy makes you blind, but a brick can, too

Imagine arguing with Ushijima Wakatoshi.

The universe knows this man is very stubborn, honest, logical, and dense. A deadly combination because of how frustrating it would be trying to explain to him why you’re mad about something petty. It’s the perfect recipe to make you feel like a villain when you get mad at him for being too polite with his fans, especially ones who don’t know the definition of personal space or when he leaves the TV remote on the couch where you can’t, for the love of god, find it.

“Deep breaths,” you mutter under your breath. The grip you had on the counter tightens, tears pricking at your eyes as you try to take deep calming breaths. It’s been two hours since you went home from the dinner party thrown by the Adlers team, and a glance at the clock says its 3 in the morning, but sleep was elusive, your body buzzing with the vile jealousy slowly burning on your stomach.

With that thought, the events earlier came flashing back in your head, finally causing tears to fall freely from your eyes.

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haikyuu characters when they hear you crying in the shower

a/n: was sobbing in the shower today i’m pretty sure my neighbors heard me! lol anyways a hug from tendou would hit so different rn :(

bursts into the bathroom and hops into the shower with his clothes still on and comforts you. pulls you flush against his chest, his wet t-shirt sticking against his skin and yours, and while gently rubbing his thumb against the crown of your head, he whispers, “it’s okay, love. i’m here, i gotcha.”

atsumu, BOKUTO, oikawa, hinata, TENDOU, nishinoya, kuroo, lev, hoshiumi, koganegawa

opens the bathroom door and sits on the countertop, keeping you company. asks you about what’s bothering you, being patient with you and allowing you time to collect your thoughts and never pushing you to share more than what you’re comfortable with. “what’s wrong, sweetheart? you know you could always tell me anything.”

SUGAWARA, osamu, suna, iwaizumi, TANAKA, matsukawa, hanamaki, hirugami

gives you time and space to get all your emotions out, but as soon as you exit the bathroom door, he pulls you into a tight hug, squeezing your shoulders between his muscular arms. he plants soft kisses on your forehead before leading you to the bedroom. a cuddle session ensues and he gently asks, “i heard you crying in the shower, angel. tell me, what’s on your mind?”

ushijima, DAICHI, kita, aran, yamaguchi, AKAASHI, goshiki, komori, meian

doesn’t ask you about it at all because he figures that you might grow embarrassed if he did. but that doesn’t mean he cares any less— he spends the next day taking extra good care of you, cooking you your favorite food for dinner, bringing home a bouquet of flowers after work, cuddling with you on the couch while a movie plays. and as the end credits roll, he’ll whisper against your half-asleep body, “you are so loved. don’t you ever forget that.”

kenma, tsukishima, SAKUSA, kageyama, asahi, KYOTANI, semi, aone

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓

characters. oikawa, bokuto, atsumu, kuroo

If it’s ok, I’d like to suggest Oikawa/Bokuto/Kuroo/Atsumu comforting a reader who is insecure about their flat chest <3

includes. reader with a flat/small chest, fem!reader, comfort, fluff, a tiny bit of angst , suggestive!!

+ sticky note. ofc baby i love spreading some body positivity! Sorry for taking so freaking long hope u like this <3

☆ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 it was when he caught you staring with tired eyes at the reflection of your chest on the mirror that it clicked him. Oikawa’s arms quickly wrap around your waist as his chin rests on your shoulder. “You are beautiful, you know that, right?” You gasp at the sudden intromission of your boyfriend and as if it was on cue you try covering your upper body, “Tooru, get out I-” Oikawa hugs you tighter as he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck. “Don’t hide away from me Y/N, not when you are this gorgeous.” His words warm you heart and with a weak voice you stare at your chest. “Except for these.” A pout forms on the setter’s lips as he frowns at you. “What are you talking about?” His fingertips draw gentle circles over your waist as he breathes softly, his heart feels tighter in his chest. “Princess, I’ll worship every single inch of you, you are perfect just like this.” He kisses your cheek before you can add anything else, whispering a deep I’ll show you. And that’s exactly what he does. 

☆ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 nothing makes him sadder than watching how your pretty smile fades from your face when you stare at the bras section in the store. It’s in the ride home when he brings it up, hand moving down to cup your thigh as his face turns dead serious, staring at the road. “Gorgeous, what’s wrong?” His hand feels warm against your skin, makes you wanna confess to him all your fears but your stubborn heart won’t allow it. “I’m fine Kou”, you lie. “Baby, talk to me.” “I said I’m fi-“, you grasp onto your seat as the car violently moves to the right, stopping on the sideline of the road. “What the-“ Bokuto stares at you with pure determination as he slides his hand behind your seat and turns to you. “We are not moving until your talk to me.” You huff, “These are the problem, okay?!.” Bokuto blinks, “WHAT?! But they are perfect!” He says before unfastening his belt to shovel his face in your boobs, giving you a tight hug. “See? They are so comfy and warm, they are perfect like everything about you.” You melt at his words, and you stay like this hugging each other as Bokuto repeats you for the nth time how wonderful your chest is.

☆ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 even though he was a little blunt sometimes, Atsumu seemed to sense your discomfort when you stared at the magazine showing busty women posing in clothes you think that will never fit you as pretty as that. “What you looking at?” He leans against you on the couch and you sigh. “Clothes, you’ll get bored.” He rolls his eyes before gazing at a cute dress featuring your favorite colors. “That one would look gorgeous on you, pretty girl.” Your eyes drift to the picture and you shift uncomfortably, noticing how it looked specially tight around the model’s chest. “No, it won’t.” You spat, causing your boyfriend’s hazel eyes to open wide. He took another look at the dress and his chest contracts, “Baby…” “It’s fine.” You mumble crossing your arms over your small chest. Atsumu’s eyes fix on your face as he scoops you closer to him, pulling your legs onto his lap. he holds you against him, gently as ever. “ Hey doll, you’ll look gorgeous in anything because of the simple fact that it’s you wearing it.” Atsumu says, brushing his thumb against your cheek before planting tender kiss that warms, wishing it could take that insecurity away.

☆ 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 it caught Kuroo’s golden gaze when you nervously looked at the ground as you asked the store’s assistant to get you a smaller size of bra. He stands up from the little seat outside your fitting room and arches an eyebrow at the time you pull your head back inside the fitting room with red cheeks. It only takes him two of his long steps to be right in front of the door. “Hey love, everything okay in there?” Kuroo says giving two light knocks on the door. Before you can answer the store assistants arrives. “Sorry, we don’t have smaller ones”, she says for you and Kuroo to hear. “Are you sure? What about another store-” Your boyfriend asks to the girl and his chest tightens when you weakly interrupts him with an it’s okay. Once the girl leaves Kuroo knocks again. “Baby, let me in for a sec,” the door opens slowly and Kuroo slides in smoothly. “I hate it.” You say against Kuroo’s chest as he hugs you, his hand holding tightly your head. “Don’t say that about one of the sexiest parts of your body, okay?” He whispers kissing the top of your head. “I’m not sure about that.” You chuckle dryly and Kuroo pulls away looking at you. “Hey, I’m the one who sleeps on them and I can assure you they are beautiful.” You stare into each other’s eyes until multiple knocks against the door remind you that the world is not only the both of you.

it's you — oikawa tooru

pairing: oikawa x f!reader

genre: fluff , mutual pining

a/n: this is kinda messy lol whoops. i just poured my thoughts into this :') anyway mutual pining stans make some noise. very cheesy and cliche and u know what it's okay. sometimes we all need a little cliche romance

oikawa knew he was in love with you.

he knew it since the first day he saw you, and it hit him like a truck. he knew the second your eyes shined back at him, and it was as if he could hear windchimes all around him. that day that he had run into you in an empty, eerily quiet hallway at the school after his practice, he vowed to himself that he would be with you one day.

he realized it again a couple weeks later, when it was halloween and he had finally convinced you to walk home with him for the first time. you barely spoke, your eyes a little more clouded this time, your mind was definitely running at a million miles an hour. but he watched as two little kids ran down the street beside you, already in costumes, before one slipped and fell. oikawa's palms turned sweaty as he watched you selflessly help the clumsier of the two get herself together and pick up all the candy she dropped. he wasn't oblivious to the way that you forced a smile to make yourself more approachable to the little girl.

two months later, he knew he was absolutely smitten the day that he held you while you cried, and the only thought that crossed his mind was to protect you. the rest of the world didn't matter, the fact that he was late to his practice didn't matter. all he knew was he wanted to be your rock and hold you and make sure you never felt alone again. (he was sure he would have to pick a fight with your teachers for stressing you out so much over midterms—luckily iwaizumi stopped him before his thoughts became reality.)

christmas finally rolled around. oikawa decided to do something about his emotions that were practically ready to burst. but he couldn't. he abandoned the roses he bought for you, and they shriveled on his nightstand. he didn't visit you in the romantic way that he planned, but came to you as a friend once again. despite the heat of your face, the shake of your hands, and the fact that he knew you got nervous around him, he still doubted your feelings. oikawa was an idiot, really, and he was self aware at this point.

school resumed, the sakura trees bloomed again, and your relationship remained dormant. you both weaved your way around each other, close friends yet also complete strangers. it was almost painful, the way neither of you could admit to your feelings. oikawa's fans became less overwhelming, a vast majority backing off as they realized his heart was occupied. he still choked up every time he laid his eyes on you, completely infatuated in every way. he wasn't blind to the way your breath stuttered whenever he tapped your shoulder or flashed a grin in your direction, either. in fact, your cute reactions kept him going.

at this point, oikawa was sure he was leading you on. he didn't mean to, but he wasn't sure if he could even be in a relationship with someone as beautiful as you. oikawa was insecure, much less confident and much more shy than he chose to admit. he was so afraid of failing you as a boyfriend, but he knew his insistent flirting without any obvious goal was probably hurting you even worse.

oikawa's heart ached. he could no longer handle looking at you without calling you his. every night without you in his arms became increasingly longer, he twisted and turned and ruined his meticulously made bed as you plagued his thoughts. he was sure you felt the same, and that's what hurt him the most. he wasn't able to act on his feelings. that night, he dreamt of holding you once again.

on the last day of school, you both strolled home together once again. today was the same as every other day. leave the school, take a left, walk two blocks to arrive at your house first, but the tension around you both held a different story. you chatted the same, no awkwardness laced into your conversations, but the atmosphere was new.

his eyes softened as you leaned down to pet a cat again. it had become part of your routine, but today you turned around and looked at him as you lifted the small animal. "look how cute he is," you cooed. oikawa really did not care about the cat, though. his body moved without receiving any signals from his brain, hand finding its way to your cheek.

the cat had jumped out of your grasp, leaving the two of you in the shade of a tree as oikawa gazed at you longingly, lovingly. his thumb moved its way from your soft cheek to your bottom lip as he glanced up into your eyes, silently asking for approval. the moment you nodded, oikawa was quick to lean down and place his soft lips against yours.

he hummed as he tasted strawberry, probably from the cute package of chapsticks he gifted you for your birthday. his heart practically exploded when he felt one of your hands rest on top of his, specifically the one on your cheek. a giggle left his mouth as he pulled back before diving back in, unable to get enough of you. you could feel the love in every touch, oikawa was utterly enamored by you.

maybe oikawa didn't need to confess after all.

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Awake | Akaashi Keiji

Cherry Blossoms in Bloom | Akaashi Keiji

Come to Me | Akaashi Keiji

Comfort | Akaashi Keiji

I Love You | Akaashi Keiji 

No Storm Can Reach You | Akaashi Keiji

This is My Child | Akaashi Keiji 

This is My Wife | Akaashi Keiji

His Little Bean | Bokuto Kōtarō

I Prefer Here | Bokuto Kōtarō

Lookie | Bokuto Kōtarō

Papa and His Baby Owls | Bokuto Kōtarō

Rough | Bokuto Kōtarō

Scary | Bokuto Kōtarō

She Was Mine First | Bokuto Kōtarō

Sleepsies | Bokuto Kōtarō

Stay Like This | Bokuto Kōtarō

Work Out Buddy | Bokuto Kōtarō

Afternoon Naps | Iwaizumi Hajime

Caught in the Storm | Iwaizumi Hajime

Close | Iwaizumi Hajime 

Horror Movies | Iwaizumi Hajime

Babysitting | Kageyama Tobio

Lactose Intolerance | Kageyama Tobio

Not New | Kageyama Tobio

Cutting Onions | Kita Shinsuke

Stay as I Sleep | Kita Shinsuke 

Twin Foxes | Kita Shinsuke 

Resurfaced Feelings | Komori Motoya

Night | Kozume Kenma

Attention | Kuroo Tetsurō

Game Night Dispute | Kuroo Tetsurō

Help | Kuroo Tetsurō

His Favorite Sound | Kuroo Tetsurō

Never Leave | Kuroo Tetsurō

Not the End | Kuroo Tetsurō

Rise and Shine | Kuroo Tetsurō

Seeing You Suffer | Kuroo Tetsurō

Snowy Silence | Kuroo Tetsurō

After Shower Bath | Miya Atsumu

Always | Miya Atsumu

Can You Hold Me | Miya Atsumu

Cold | Miya Atsumu

I Can’t Wait to Meet You | Miya Atsumu 

I’m Here, So Sleep | Miya Atsumu

Relief | Miya Atsumu 

Punishment | Miya Atsumu 

Thundering | Miya Atsumu

Decisions | Miya Osamu 

Drunk Love | Miya Osamu 

Identical | Miya Osamu

Loved | Miya Osamu

New Life | Miya Osamu

The Next Morning | Miya Osamu

Would Have Said | Miya Osamu 

You’ve Always Been The One | Miya Osamu

Bruises | Nishinoya Yū

Colorful | Oikawa Tōru

Feel Good | Oikawa Tōru

Milk Bread | Oikawa Tōru

Rainy | Oikawa Tōru 

Sleepy | Oikawa Tōru 

My Home | Ojiro Aran

A Lesson | Sakusa Kiyoomi 

His Little Angel | Sakusa Kiyoomi 

Mine | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Oh This Should Be Good | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sit Close | Sakusa Kiyoomi 

Steamy | Sakusa Kiyoomi

You’re Safe | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Lullaby | Semi Eita

Switched | Suna Rintarou

Just a Little Crush | Tsukishima Kei 

Movie Marathon | Tsukishima Kei 

Study | Tsukishima Kei 

Injured | Ushijima Wakatoshi

Jet Lag | Ushijima Wakatoshi

More | Ushijima Wakatoshi

Warm | Ushijima Wakatoshi

Accidentally Hitting Them in the Balls | Bokuto, Oikawa

Accidentally Hitting Them in the Balls | Hinata, Kuroo

Baby Halloween | Kenma and Kuroo 

Baby Halloween | Kita, Tsukishima

Baby Halloween | Kohona, Sakusa 

Baby Halloween | Suna, Osamu

Babysitters | Ushijima, Sakusa

Baths With Him | Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Atsumu 

Baths With Him | Akaashi, Osamu, Bokuto

Best Friends | Hinata, Tendo, Bokuto + Akaashi 

Booping His Nose | Aone, Ushijima

Booping His Nose | Aran, Kenma, Atsumu 

Booping His Nose | Nishinoya, Sachiro, Kuroo 

Booping His Nose | Sakusa, Iwaizumi

Booping His Nose | Suna, Kageyama, Matsukawa

Booping His Nose | Tendo, Hinata, Bokuto

Booping His Nose | Yamaguchi, Osamu

Car Karaoke | Akaashi, Ushijima, Bokuto, Kuroo 

Celebrating Your Birthday | Ushijima, Bokuto 

Cheer Up | Kageyama, Tsukishima, Kuroo

Comforting their Bullied S/O | Yamaguchi, Suga, Akaashi 

Coming Home | Akaashi, Hinata, Osamu

Coming Home | Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Bokuto 

Coming Home | Ushijima, Suga, Atsumu

Cuddles | Atsumu, Osamu 

Dada’s Home | Kenma, Iwaizumi

Dada’s Home | Ushijima, Tsukishima

Dada’s Home | Oikawa, Atsumu 

Dads | Kenma, Akaashi, Sakusa

Falling Asleep In His Arms | Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Sakusa

Falling Asleep In His Arms | Kita, Kenma, Tsukishima, Bokuto

Falling Asleep on Him | Kenma, Kuroo

Falling Asleep on Him | Oikawa, Atsumu 

Falling Asleep on Him | Tsukishima, Akaashi, Iwaizumi 

Falling Asleep on Him | Yamaguchi, Ushijima, Osamu

Gentle Night | Daichi, Iwaizumi 

Gentle Night | Sakusa, Suna

Gentle Night | Suga, Tsukishima 

Grocery Shopping | Akaashi, Osamu 

Grocery Shopping | Kageyama, Tsukishima

Grocery Shopping | Sakusa, Atsumu 

Head Pats | Akaashi, Hinata

Head Pats | Suga, Atsumu 

His Kid(s) Reacting to His Cardboard Cutout | Hinata, Bokuto

His Kid(s) Reacting to His Cardboard Cutout | Kageyama, Atsumu

His Kid(s) Reacting to His Cardboard Cutout | Ushijima, Sakusa

Kissing His Forehead | Akaashi, Atsumu

Kissing His Forehead | Himekawa, Nishinoya, Bokuto

Kissing His Forehead | Hinata, Aone, Tsukishima

Kissing His Forehead | Kenma, Iwaizumi, Sakusa

Kissing His Forehead | Oikawa, Kuroo, Osamu

Migraines | Tendo, Bokuto, Ushijima, Sakusa

Naps With Him | Iwaizumi and Atsumu

Naps With Him | Kageyama and Kuroo 

Naps With Him | Kenma and Akaashi 

Naps With Him | Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, and Bokuto

Naps With Him | Ushijima and Sakusa 

Newborn | Sakusa, Bokuto, Osamu 

Newborn | Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Atsumu 

Overfeeding and Aftercare | Kenma, Bokuto, Kuroo

Overfeeding and Aftercare | Tendo, Himekawa, Miya Twins

Petting his Hair | Kuguri, Oikawa, Atsumu 

Playing With His Hands | Yamaguchi, Akaashi, Ushijima

Playing With His Hands | Suga, Bokuto, Sakusa

Playing With His Hands | Tendo, Tsukishima, Oikawa

Pregnant | Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Atsumu 

Pregnant | Osamu, Kenma, Akaashi, Sakusa

Putting His Hand Out In Front of His Kid(s) to See What They Do | Atsumu, Kita, Ushijima

Putting His Hand Out in Front of His Kid(s) to See What They Do | Kuroo, Semi, Sakusa

Putting His Hand Out In Front of His Kid(s) to See What They Do | Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kenma

Putting His Hand Out In Front of His Kid(s) to See What They Do | Suna, Bokuto, Osamu

Sleepy Time With His Babies | Atsumu, Osamu

Sleepy Time With His Babies | Ennoshita, Akaashi

Sleepy Time With His Babies | Iwaizumi, Sakusa 

Sleepy Time With His Babies | Kenma, Bokuto

Sleepy Time With His Babies | Kita, Kuroo

Someone Touching You on the Metro | Sakusa, Atsumu, Kuroo 

Someone Trying to Rob You | Oikawa, Kageyama, Ushijima

S/O Having a Panic Attack at Night | Nishinoya, Tsukishima, Kuroo

Study Break | Akaashi, Bokuto

The Better Twin | Atsumu, Osamu 

Three’s Fun | Bokuto, Kuroo

Upsetting His Pregnant Wife | Sakusa, Ushijima

Your Ex Wanting You Back | Ushijima, Bokuto, Kuroo

Zooms With His Kid | Ennoshita, Akaashi 

Zooms With His Kid | Kenma, Bokuto 

Zooms With His Kid | Sachiro, Kuroo 

Zooms With His Kid | Sugawara, Osamu 

Day at the Beach | Karasuno, Shiratorizawa

Welcome Home | Haikyuu 

What Makes Him Weak for His Kid(s) | Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Sakusa

What Makes Him Weak for His Kid(s) | Kageyama/Hinata/Ushijima, Aran, Osamu

What Makes Him Weak for His Kid(s) | Kita, Kenma, Atsumu 

What Makes Him Weak for His Kid(s) | Kuroo, Suna/ Akaashi

What Makes Him Weak for His Kid(s) | Oikawa, Daichi, Bokuto 

Zoom Nightmares | Haikyuu Crack 

Text Messages: 

Akaashi Keiji - 2:41am

Bokuto Kotaro - 11:51pm

Bokuto Kotaro - 1:17am

Miya Atsumu - 12:53am

Miya Osamu - 1:43am

happy reading~~