USHI GUSHY AND SUNARIN PLS IM KILIGING MY ASS OFF

USHI GUSHY AND SUNARIN PLS IM KILIGING MY ASS OFF

im here to request again !! aahhmm can i request how will hq boys react if their s/o called them 'their husband' while ordering through a drive thru?? again i like to say i love your writing ❤️❤️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION WHEN YOU SUDDENLY CALL THEM YOUR HUSBAND

with: timeskip! suna, ushijima, oikawa, akaashi

notes: fluff! ❤️❤️ anon i love u so much!!!! also, i added a few other scenarios here but put the drive-thru one for suna~ ur prompts are so cute btw ;;

❊ SUNA scans the menu from your side of the window thinking of what to get. it's way past dinnertime and nothing about fast food in the middle of the night screams healthy but these spontaneous little drive-thru trips with you are just too precious to pass up.

a voice from the intercom suddenly shakes him from his thoughts, "welcome to wackdonald's, what can i get for ya?"

you turn the car radio down and move your head closer to the window, "um, i'll just get the fries and..." you trail off turning to your boyfriend, "rin what are you getting?"

suna squints at the menu again and hums, "just the cheeseburger and some coke." he says before slumping back down on his seat and busying himself with his phone. you glance at him and smirk, a silly little idea popping into your head.

you clear your throat making sure that he'll hear you, "uh-hu, and my husband will get the cheeseburger happy meal." and as you expected, his head shoots up from his phone in surprise. you choose to ignore him, suppressing your giggles, and continue to drive to collect and pay for your order.

you thank the crew with a smile as they give you the bag with your food and hand suna his happy meal, "what's wrong, rin?"

he looks away almost instantly and mumbles, "nothing." you bite your lip, his little frown and pout is making it impossible for you to keep your act up, "why'd ya get me a happy meal?" he asks.

you shrug as you drive off the restaurant, "just because..." finally you give in, letting a chuckle slip your lips, "...my husband deserves it." suna's head whips to you, and as soon as he sees that little smirk on your face he rolls his eyes, a flustered blush creeping on his cheeks.

❊ USHIJIMA takes a handful of onions from a stall and chirpily places it in your basket. he's lost in his own little world, inspecting vegetables and thinking of what to cook for you tonight. "look at this y/n," he reaches for a fresh cabbage and shows you, "it's newly harvested." your eyes dart from the cabbage and at your smiling boyfriend, your weekly rendezvous to the farmer's market never fails to put him in the best mood.

you take the cabbage from his hand and grin, "something with this for dinner later then?" he nods his head and continues his shopping.

you walk up to the lady minding the stall and pay for your goods and she gives you a big smile, "your husband sure knows his vegetables." she chuckles as she eyes ushijima, who suddenly finds himself listening in your little conversation.

a smile tugs at your lips, "ah, yes. my husband loves coming here." the words slip from your mouth and ring just right in your ear.

you thank the lady and get ready to leave when ushijima suddenly takes a set of carrots and puts them in your basket, "we'll also be taking these," he points to the carrots and passes the lady his payment.

"ooh, looks like dinner will be good!" the lady chirps as she returns his change.

ushijima nods, a pleased grin on his face, "yes, i will be making vegetable stir fry for my wife later."

❊ OIKAWA nervously clears his throat and fixes his hair for the hundredth time in the past hour. you suppress a small laugh and snake your hands up to his hair, fixing it yourself. "you'll do fine, tooru. don't worry."

he lets out an anxious sigh but grins at your touch, "well i am meeting the rest of your family for the first time today-"

"-y/n!" a kid calls for you, waving their little hands excitedly.

you shoot them a smile and wave back, "that's my nephew/niece," you tell oikawa and take his hand, leading him up the front door.

your nephew/niece stares up at your boyfriend with this little sparkle of wonder in their eyes as they gasp, "whoa!" they giddily look him up and down then shoot you a grin, "your husband is really tall!"

you snort out a laugh, "right? my husband's a volleyball player!" you beam.

your nephew/niece gasps again and you feel oikawa's shoulder tense up, "cool! can you teach me?" they ask him with anticipation and he gives them a big grin nodding his head, "of course!"

you couldn't help but smile and wonder why he was ever nervous about meeting your family when he's such a natural, "why don't we go inside? everyone's probably waiting." the kid nods and runs inside the house.

just as the two of you head inside, he pulls you in and whispers, "you didn't correct them..." he clears his throat, "about the husband thing..."

you tilt your head playfully, "hm? did you want me to?"

oikawa's features suddenly light up and his usual smirk finds its way back on his lips, "hmmm..." he trails off teasingly and confidently takes your hand in his, "nope, i'd rather you not."

❊ AKAASHI silently stands beside you with his hands clasped together behind his back, patiently waiting for you to finish your little conversation with an old friend.

"oh! i don't think we've met yet," your friend extends a hand to him and they shake, exchanging small smiles.

"oh! this is my..." you trail off, glancing at akaashi who wears his usual friendly grin. you bite your tongue, the urge to tease him just for fun crosses your mind. and without thinking much, you decide to do just that.

you carefully watch his expression before beaming, "...husband, keiji!"

there are two akaashi's you love: a smiling akaashi and a very very flustered akaashi.

and like on cue, his cheeks flush the deepest hue of red and you couldn't help but giggle, smitten like a kitten.

you exchange more small talk with your friend before you part ways. and when the both of you were far away enough, he pokes your arm and pouts, "what was that for?"

you hum in pretend thought, "i don't know..." you look up at him and flash him that smirk he can never resist, "just felt like it?"

he sighs running his fingers through his hair then adjusts his glasses, a lovable habit, "this is troublesome, y/n."

"hm?" you stop walking, confused by his sudden remark.

he turns to you, it was his turn to flash you a smirk, one he knows you can never resist, "i have to marry you now to keep up with your little act."

p.s.: aaaaa i love doing prompts sm,, so don't be shy send them in! also im so sorry these took so long uni is killing me ;;

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easy: a semi eita songfic/ficlet

» hey!! it's been a while, sorry bout that. my mental health had been very poor and i hit a huge creativity block. BUT i'm good now! also @nanaomiomi ENJOY THE MEAL.

» i'm going to try to break my block with this songfic so enjoy! it may be bad so don't judge too hard :,) gn! reader

4:02 pm

it’s a saturday afternoon, and you’re sitting on semi’s bed, while he’s at his desk trying to create a new song. in the dim, tidy, room, the light of his desk lamp beamed below him. you were both in comfortable silence excluding the video audios that’ll occasionally play from your phone.

he rests his guitar on his lap and rubs his eyes.

“babe you should take a break you’ve been at it for a while,” you tell him a little concerned.

“you think so? i guess i could stop for a bit.” he sits up from his chair, puts his light wooded guitar on its stand, and walks over to you on the bed. he sits down, and pulls you on his lap to cuddle you.

“you overwork yourself sometimes love,” you tell him setting down your phone and snuggling into his neck.

he looks down at you, “i’m working on it i promise,” he kisses your temple while playing with your hair, “i’m taking a break by cuddling my amazing s/o now. that’s way better than working.”

you agreed while wrapping your arms around his waist, holding onto him like there’s no tomorrow.

“can you sing me a song?” you ask softly, “maybe it’ll spark some inspiration.” he nods accepting your request, and starts to think of a song to sing for you. he starts to hum the song “easy” by mac ayers, but you suddenly shot your head up to look at him.

he looks at you worriedly, “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

“use your words!!! your humming is very pretty, but i think your voice is even prettier,” you replied pouting and in a jokingly offended tone.

he chuckles at your reaction, “i was only joking buttercup,” he pats your head back to the crook of his neck, “relax now i’ll ‘use my words’ this time.”

“oh you heard what they say, oh the more things change, the more they stay the same, ain’t that a shame.”

he starts to softly tap a beat on your arm as he feels your warm smile on his neck. as he continues to sing the song, you softly hum along to the song that was familiar to both of you. you decide to join him for the chorus.

“i can say that loving you is easy. i don’t need to prove a single thing. somewhere along the way, i guess you got under my skin”

“there’s my angel’s voice,” he says smiling, lightly teasing you.

“shut uppppppp,” you say hiding your pink face in his shirt.

“don't worry you know i love it when you sing.” he smiles and closes his eyes as he starts to ease into the music. you, on the other hand, close your eyes from the wave of relaxation you get as he sings.

“whatcha’ say, starry eyed? how you love to smile and watch the clouds reside.”

semi is probably the best boyfriend you’ll ever have. he’s everything you’d want in a boyfriend. sweet, kind, romantic, handsome, charming, caring, everything. there’s nowhere you’d rather be, than in your boyfriends arms. it reminds you how lucky you really are to have him.

semi, on the other hand, thinks back to the earlier stages of your relationship. at the beginning, he was a bit of a tsundere. despite his early antics, he still managed to get you to fall for him. he’d often wonder how he could get a person as wonderful as you. to him you’re perfect, his angel, his. that alone is crazy to him.

as he starts to sing the repeated chorus, he feels your breathing become steady and realizes you fell asleep. he predicted this would happen, it always does, but why would he turn down the opportunity to have you cuddled against him? he sings the last lines of the song in a hushed tone.

“i put all my cards out on the table. you ain’t ever gonna show your hand. i would rather hold you close than try to understand.”

with one final glance and kiss on your head, he pushes the hair that fell to the front of your face aside.

“i love you, y/n. i’m really lucky i get to call you mine,” he whispers to you as he falls asleep, resting his cheek on your head.

that’s the end! this was probably pretty rough since it’s been a while since i’ve written. hope you enjoyed nonetheless :,)

shiratorizawa masterlist

half filo iwa who points at stuff w his lips

THIS IS SO FUNNY PLSS ESP WITH THE TEAM

aoba josai masterlist

iwa: hoi oikawa can you hand me my towel on the bench *insert accent* ober dere *points with lip*

oikawa: ??? are you trying to kiss me iwa chan???

iwa: *mutters* gago ka pala. no i’m pointing to my towel ON THE BENCH *points with lip again*

oikawa: okok save the kisses for y/n tho hehehe

iwa: *throws a ball at him*

iwa: mahal can you hand me my water bottle?

you: yea where is it

iwa: doon *points with lips*

you: ano??? it’s not there

iwa: ay nako mahal look with your eyes not your mouth. doon oo *points AGGRESSIVELY*

you: HOI HAJIME HA. HINDI KA TATAY KO.

iwa: IT’S RIGHT THERE MAHAL PLEASE

since my mental health has been literal crap lately, this hit DIFFERENT DIFFERENT i love it

jean, who comes home to you curled up on the couch and already knows you’re in need of some love.

jean, who wastes no time in making sure he can give you anything and everything you need. some hot chocolate, your favorite food/snacks/movie, fluffy blankets, candles, etc. he’ll even order out from your favorite carry out place or rub your shoulders and back… he’s basically at your beck and call.

jean, who pulls you into his chest with a sweet kiss to the top of your head. a gentle murmur of, “what’s wrong, angel?” has you spilling your guts, telling him everything that’s been troubling you.

jean, who, after hearing you out, just holds you tighter, strong arms caging you into the warmth of his body and making you feel so safe and protected. a thousand little sweet nothings and encouraging words are whispered into your ear, conveying just how proud jean is; how much he truly loves you.

jean, who just wants to cuddle you ‘till the world ends, ‘till your tears dry and ‘till your frown is turned upside down. luckily you don’t object.

jean, who admires how brave and strong you are. you handle everything with ease and a smile on your face, so these bad days absolutely kill him inside. all he wants is for you to feel better, going to any length necessary to help you along the way. you’re his other half, the most important person in the whole wide world. tonight alone is proof of that.

jean, who’s still holding you long after the lull of the tv has lured you to sleep. and it’s in that moment, with a lingering kiss to your temple as his eyes drift shut, that he mutters those three little words you so long to hear; i love you.

- for the sweetest girl @jeanscowboyhat-levisteacup . i hope you’re doing better now. <3

masterlist.

to whoever needs this right now…

your comfort character is so damn proud of you and the person you’ve become.

your comfort character would choose you first. no matter the circumstances.

your comfort character would drop everything to help you when you’re feeling sad, unloved or lonely.

your comfort character would walk to the ends of the earth if it meant seeing you happy.

your comfort character thinks you are the most stunning person in the universe. that new outfit you don’t think you look good in? they’d fight you just to prove just the opposite, to prove how beautiful/handsome/attractive you are - inside and out.

your comfort character can’t help but look at you like you put the stars in the sky.

your comfort character is always there if you need to get away. bad home life? they’ve got you. friend troubles? they’re on their way as we speak. just having a rough day? not to worry, they’re here to calm you down.

your comfort character always listens to what you have to say. they’d yell for everyone to shut up so you could have your turn to talk, no matter the topic.

your comfort character never lets you walk behind everyone on the sidewalk. they’re right beside you, always.

your comfort character loves you more than anything in this world. they think you’re the strongest person they’ve ever met, and hope that you always keep fighting.

sooo imma just break the fandom rotation bc i have no inspo for aot rn and it’s REALLY HOLDING ME BACK LMAOOO i’ll just write for things when i have inspo. it seems more logical.