Half-filipino!iwaizumi And Reader Make Oikawa Try Balut For The First Time (scenario/hc)

half-filipino!iwaizumi and reader make oikawa try balut for the first time (scenario/hc)

creds to @jesus-christ-super-ace for the idea mwah mwah mwah

reader is implied as filipino and gn!reader as always.

this is more of a platonic writing between oikawa and filo iwa and reader, but there’s a hint of ✨relationship✨ for you and iwa.

for dialogue, t=tooru h=hajime y= you

CW: LOTS OF CURSING LMAOO OUR CURSES SOUND SO BAD TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH 💀💀

god i hope my characterization for oikawa is accurate enough 💀💀

this all started when oikawa and iwa chan made a bet.

if iwa lost, he would have to take oikawa out to lunch, but if oikawa lost, he’d have to try balut. (balut: duck embryo that is boiled and eaten from the shell)

oikawa ended up overestimating himself and lost to iwa chan.

iwa tells you about the forfeit oikawa has to do, and YOU IMMEDIATELY WANT IN.

i saw a post that said oikawa was prolly a sore loser and I 100% AGREE esp in this case. oikawa alr knows what balut is, AND HE DOES NOT WANNA EAT IT

he’d act all whiny, come up with reasons how iwa didn’t win, and avoid the forfeit at all costs. i mean i don’t blame him IT’S AN EMBRYO.

so here you two are. LITERALLY dragging oikawa from his house to yours to force him to eat balut.

t: “NOOO I DON’T WANT TO. STOP. KIDNAPPERS. I DON’T KNOW THEM.”

h: *bonks oikawa’s head* “PUTANGINA KA SHITTYKAWA GUSTO MO SAPAKIN KITA?? (you bitch (there’s really no exact translation for putangina mo) shittykawa you want me to smack you??) THIS IS YOUR CONSEQUENCE FOR COMING UP WITH THE BET IN THE FIRST PLACE”

t: “BUT IWA CHAN YOU ALREADY SAPAK-ED ME. Y/N-CHAN HELPPP” (HIS TAGALOG WOULD BE SO SLANGED TOO PLS)

y: “do you hear something hajime?”

h: “nah. i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

t: *proceeds to whine even more*

when you three finally reach your intended destination with the balut waiting on the table, oikawa tries to bolt out your premises, only to get thrown over iwaizumi’s shoulder.

h: "don't make us tie you down gago" (gago: asshole/bitch. just an insult LMAO)

iwa would offer to eat one first himself to show oikawa it really isn't a big deal even though his O.A ass still thought otherwise.

if you also like balut, you'll eat one with haji saying how delicious it is and how oikawa is really missing out.

if you don't like balut, (like me) (DON'T ATTACK ME PLS I HAVEN'T HAD IT IN A WHILE I'LL TRY AGAIN NEXT TIME I HAVE IT TO SEE IF MY OPINION CHANGED) you'll try it with oikawa to make it better.

omg oikawa gags so many times bc he really doesn't wanna do it and you and haji are just like

"gago ka pala :|. kainin mo na. ang tagal ka." (son of a bitch :|. just eat it you’re taking too long)

during the time tooru stalls to eat the damn thing, you and haji are sharing other snacks like boy bawang and skyflakes like the power couple you are.

t: "iwa-chan, y/n-chan :(((( stop flirting it's gross"

y: "by the time you're done that SINGLE balut there won't be any choc nut for you so bilisin mo." (choc nut: filipino candy bar. bilisin mo: hurry up)

both your eyes are literally glued to him so he won't spit it out or run away again.

when he FINALLY decided to eat it he'll close his eyes so hard and sadly chew it.

y: "how is it"

t: "i don’t like itt"

h: "too bad you only ate half of it when you have to eat the whole thing."

he'll eat the rest while downing some mango juice (gina brand ofc)

his review is literally "never again. no. i respect your food but it's not exquisite in my taste bud's opinion."

in addition, you and tooru managed to come up with a plan yourselves. you guys literally have telepathy, and knew what the other was thinking with one mischievous look. iwa was so sus tho.

t: "iwa-chan!! what is this called again"

h: "anak ng- choc nut"

y: "you mean CHOC ON DEEZ NUTS" (I'M SO SORRY I LITERALLY CAME UP WITH IT IN THE MOMENT I HAD TO INCLUDE IT BAHAHAH)

you and oikawa just burst out laughing while iwa is there like 🙂🩴

haji is literally about to grab his tsinelas (slipper) and sampal (slap) you guys right there and then. he will def take away the choc nut and make tooru eat another balut. (joke lang...unless? 😟)

after the balut shenanigans, the three of you will hang out and continue to eat filipino food oikawa is actually familiar with, be chismosas (gossipers or “tea spillers” in modern terms), and do what you all do on normal hangouts. all of you get to third wheel each other LMAOO.

I HOPE THIS IS OKAY I REALLY TRIED LMAO

GUYS ARE YOU PROUD I DIDN’T USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE AT ALL FOR THIS SCENARIO :DD (if something is wrong filo moots pls tell me 😀)

i should start tagging my kuya iwa supporters. lmao. @jesus-christ-super-ace @nanaomiomi <3 yall frfr 🤪

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IM SO SINGLE CRIES 🥺🥺

may i pls suggest some protective daichi content? like how he’d be if his gf was badly hurt or if someone was being creepy towards her? female pronouns please 😊

pairing: daichi sawamura x fem!reader

warnings: reader falling on her ass lol and a semi cheesy ending but i can't help it yall also probably some bad writing because we about to be on our period and we aint vibing lol

a/n: hi anon!!! thanks so much for requesting! so sorry this took forever to write haha. I hope it lives up to some protective daichi standards :D for those of you who don't know about the game of ninja, you basically go around in a circle and take turns trying to swat at other people's limbs. when you hit them, that limb is out lol idk if that's a good explanation but i remember trying to play this with friends as a kid so i thought it would be funny imagining tanaka and noya playing it too. i hope you guys like this! enjoy! gif below is not mine! creds to the original creator

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You hadn’t meant to get everyone so worried about you - honestly, the group of you were just joking around. Looking back, maybe you should’ve taken Ennoshita’s warnings and stopped goofing off so late at night but Tanaka and Noya were just too funny for you to stop.

“Someone’s going to get hurt if you three of you don’t knock it off,” Ennoshita had shaken his head, walking ahead as the three of you attempted to play a walking game of ninja.

“Only gonna get hurt if you stand still for too long!” Noya grinned, trying to swat at Tanaka’s hand and just missing him as Tanaka swiped his hand away.

“Aha!” Tanaka snickered. “Come on, Ennoshita, lighten up! Practice is going super well, Kiyoko smiled at us today, and I actually passed my english test earlier!”

“Oh wow, I’m so proud of you,” you joked as you narrowly missed Tanaka’s attempt to kick your leg. “How much did you have to study to get the lowest grade you could get without failing?”

“Hey!” Tanaka huffed, glaring at you playfully as he gave you one of his intimidating looks. “I’ll have you know, I got 4 points higher than last time!”

“I guess I can’t really ask for much more, considering you never seemed to pass your classes before,” Ennoshita sighed, glancing behind you all to look for the third years. “Thank god they’re almost here, I wonder what took them so long.”

“Hm?” Your eyes followed Ennoshita’s, finding the third years on their way over to you all. Something fluttered in your chest slightly as you saw Daichi, the captain that you were oh so in love with. Of course it would be the sight of Daichi that threw you off because as soon as you were distracted, Noya’s eyes lit up in opportunity and threw his leg out to catch yours.

He would’ve celebrated in his victory if you hadn’t been so caught off guard. You stumbled back, tripping over an uneven part of the sidewalk and landing on your back, your shoulder catching on a convenience store’s sign and sending sharp pains all over your body.

“Ow!” You whined, unsure of what hurt more - your physical pains or the embarrassment of literally tripping over your own feet.

“Y/N!” All the boys called, the second years crowding around you with wide eyes.

“Are you okay?” Tanaka asked nervously, checking the back of your head that you were cradling. “Oh god, okay, no blood, that’s good.”

“What did I tell you?” Ennoshita shook his head but watched your eyes for any unusual movement. “Are you okay? Did you hit it hard?”

You opened your lips to ensure the boys you were totally fine and that honestly, it was more your ass that hurt since that’s mostly what you landed on. But as the third years approached quickly, you could hear Daichi’s worry-coated voice shouting out to you.

“What did you two do?” He asked as he knelt by your side, glaring at Tanaka and Noya.

“H-Hey! Don’t look at me!” Tanaka insisted, shaking his head. "I didn't do anything!"

“I’m sorry, Y/N! I should’ve made sure you were paying attention!” Noya apologized with wide eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you fall over!”

“Daichi, I’m fine, really, don’t make him feel bad!” You insisted but Daichi kept a squinty sort of glare at the two second years. “Daichi,” you tugged on his arm a little, pulling his gaze back to you. “Be nice,” you scolded gently and he huffed, shaking his head as he slowly helped you up.

“Yea yea, I’m nice,” Daichi mumbled, holding you up as he carefully looked over your body for any cuts or forming bruises. “It’s too dark out to be goofing off like that, you three,” he lectured with his firm Captain voice. “Any of you could’ve been seriously injured.”

“Y-Yeah, we’re sorry, Daichi,” Tanaka frowned, just glad that you were okay.

“Very sorry!” Noya chirped in, giving you an apologetic look.

“Guys, I promise I’m okay!” You insisted, turning them around and pushing them forward. “Come on!V Daichi’s right! It’s late and we wouldn’t want you boys missing sleep!”

One by one the boys said goodnight and disappeared off to their houses, giving you and Daichi a wave as the two of you walked down a nearby street slowly, “I’m fine, Daichi,” you insisted for the thousandth time as you felt his worried glare burn a hole into your skull. “Really, I probably just bruised my butt, but it’s honestly not something to be concerned about.”

Daichi’s lips parted to give you another one of his famous scoldings, probably about needing to be more careful. “Sometimes you can be so reckless, Y/N,” Daichi sighed after a moment, his shoulders relaxing a bit as he spoke into the quiet evening.

“You act like I was jumping off buildings and running into a burning house or something,” you giggled, nudging his side. “We were just goofing around! The way you came rushing over was like I had been shot or something,” you laughed some more, turning to look at him when you noticed a pause in his walk. “Daichi?”

The captain looked at you for a moment, a small smile on his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck embarrassingly. He remembered just earlier this week when you had shown him a bruise you had gotten from hitting a desk in your classroom and he had brought you down to the nurse's office just to make sure you didn't break a bone or anything. Or the week before that when you had been goofing off the in gym with the others and ended up hurting your wrist while trying to learn how to spike. He had been so worried about you ever since you two had started dating... and maybe he was starting to smother you with his nagging, “You’re right.”

“What was that?” You gaped playfully. grinning widely. “Did the oldest Sawamura boy just admit I was right?”

Daichi chuckled and rolled his eyes, walking closer to you and giving your head a gentle pat, “I worry about you because I love you, Y/N,” he told you gently, his hand resting there for a moment as he closed the space between you two more. “I know you didn’t break any bones or anything but... I wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else if you actually did get hurt. But you're right, I shouldn't be so protective of you.”

You smiled up at him, feeling his hand slowly slide from your head to your cheek, his thumb caressing over your skin slowly, “You’re almost too sweet sometimes, Daichi. I don't mind you being protective but... maybe take it down a notch of two?” you suggested with a smile up at him, leaning into his touch gently.

“Want me to be more rough around the edges?” he teased, poking your nose as you two linked arms and continued to walk home together.

You laughed at his insinuating tone, smirking up at him with your typical mischievous grin, “Our Karasuno volleyball captain? Rough? I don’t even think that could happen.”

“Well apparently anything can happen these days. I mean, I never thought I could ever get the prettiest girl in the world to go out with me but look at that,” Daichi grinned, interlacing your fingers together and holding your clasped hands up for you to see, “Looks like I somehow managed to do it.”

“Yeah well you better than Tanaka and Noya for that,” you giggled. “Cause if it weren’t for them always talking so highly about you, I never would’ve even come visited the gym that day, let alone considered going out with the captain of their team.”

Daichi smiled at the thought of his idiotic second years being the reason he got to meet you. As chaotic and loud as they were, he really did owe them a thank you one of these days. Thanks to them, he was the luckiest guy in the world because he had you by his side.

“Daichi?” You turned to him as you opened your front door, smiling up at his incredibly handsome face. “I love you too, by the way.”

Daichi’s cheeks flushed with an embarrassing sort of warmth as he stammered out some words, insisting that you didn’t have to say it if you didn’t mean it because the two of you had only really said it a few times before.

“I mean it, you dummy,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m going to end up falling on my ass a lot more times in my life. And no matter how small the injury, I always feel a lot better when you’re around to make me smile. And scold me on my clumsiness and recklessness.”

The two of you shared a laugh before he pressed a goodnight kiss to your forehead, “Then I’ll be there every time to help you back up. And to scold you. Promise.”

And that was one promise that Daichi intended never to break.

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Could we maybe get wholesome hcs for a movie night with the bucci gang?

ahh i feel like some fluff this morning so here you go anon!

You will absolutely have to be the one to choose the film. The others cannot agree on anything. Mista wants to watch a cheesy rom-com; Giorno wants to watch a documentary. Narancia wants to watch some crude comedy film, Fugo wants to watch an artsy prestige film. Abbacchio wants to watch a horror movie, Bruno wants to watch something that leaves him feeling uplifted. There’s no proper way to settle this; there’s no film that will please all of them. Eventually, you’ll probably go for a feel-good family movie just because it’s closest to what Bruno wants and no other member of the gang is going to begrudge him that. 

Bruno steadfastly watches the movie, probably at the centre of the sofa. The younger boys gravitate towards him; Fugo’s head on one shoulder and Narancia’s on the other - if you want to be involved, he’ll motion for you to put your head on his knee. It’s not romantic - it’s just . . . soft. Domestic. There isn’t a lot of room in the gang’s living room (it’s probably Bruno’s living room; cosy but small) so you have to find the nooks and crannies of comfort where you can.

Abbacchio pretends that he is above this - makes fun of your choice of movie, rolls his eyes, and only settles down when Bruno gives him a stern look. If you watch him closely, though, you’ll see that at the dramatic emotional climax of the film, he rubs tears out of his eyes. Crying? Him? No, you’re just seeing things--

Fugo points out the inaccuracies whenever he sees them and gets very frustrated by them; he wants to watch the credits just so he can see who was responsible for this downright awful fact-checking. He’s, surprisingly, a fount of knowledge about movies and actors, though - he explains any references that go over other people’s heads and can spot when a scene or line is an homage to something else.

Giorno is very serious. He doesn’t quite know how to do ‘movie nights’ - he’s never been to one before. Even whilst at school, he preferred to be alone. So he watches warily to see what he should be doing, only to be drawn completely into the fray by Bruno’s quietly murmured observations and Mista shoving the popcorn into his lap and you smiling quietly at him. 

Mista eats all of the snacks. He tosses popcorn into the air for the Sex Pistols. He gets very soft when the main character’s mother finds love again, sighing and mooning around a little dreamily. 

Narancia gets very into the movie; he almost immediately is considering every character his friend and referring to them as such. It’s cute, the way he bounces where he’s sitting as he provides a running commentary as if you’re not all watching the same movie. He’s also very excited by listening to the soundtrack, especially when he can pick out songs he recognises. He also cries at the end. 

HAIKYUU BOYS AND SHARING A BED TROPES

PAIRINGS: Iwaizumi Haijme x Reader | Miya Atsumu x Reader | Suna Rintarou x Reader | Kozume Kenma x Reader

GENRE: Fluff | Crack | Comfort | Enemies To Lovers (Atsumu) | Friends To Lovers (Hajime/Rintarou)

WARNINGS: Cursing | Implied Panic Attack (Kenma) | Wholesome Shit.

A/N: HI THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE OMG I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS PLS I MYSELF LOVE IT SO MUCH PLS ENJOY

HAJIME — The "You're Sleeping On My Bed So I Sleep On My Floor" trope:

You didn't mean to stay at his house this long, almost drifting away on his shoulder while the television screen blares some old cartoon and the feeling of his stiff body hesitating to lean into yours keeping you from completely losing consciousness. "M' tired, Haji, I'm gonna go home, now," you groan with a tired voice. "No, you're not," he says as if you said the stupidest thing he's ever heard. "You're too tired, you'd probably pass out in the middle of the road. Just stay here." The tone of his voice grew quiet, quite like he was nervous, or something. "Uh, are you sure? I don't want to impo—" "Just get on my bed, already," he mutters loudly in a firm voice. "oh, okay." When you saw him bring another futon, you grew confused. "Hajime?" "What?" "What are you doing?" "Making my bed?" "Why?" He grew annoyed with your questions, stopping his motions in irritation and looking at you. "You're sleeping on my bed what else am I supposed to do?" "Sleep...in your bed?" His eyes had widened, and his face looked hot— did you need to take his temperature? "What? No." "Just sleep in here with me. It's not that big a deal." He shakes his head, "no." "Oh my God, Hajime, get in here," you laugh while your hands flip the covers open for him. You watch him slide in carefully and scan the lumps in the bed so he doesn't touch you. He sighed once he settled in, watching you get comfortable yourself. His eyes accidentally traced the outline of your torso, wandering around your hips and your waist until he looked up to meet your pupils. You smiled, scooting yourself closer to his nerve-wracked body. "Goodnight, Haji," you whisper in his shoulder. It takes a second for him to respond as his breath hitched, "Goodnight," he whispers before making the ultimate decision to drape his arm across your waist. You couldn't wait until his legs allowed themselves to thread with yours.

ATSUMU — The "There's Only One Bed" trope:

The fact that you two were put together on this trip was ridiculous, let alone how the hotel only has one vacant room left. He was the last person you'd ever want to sleep in the room— building as. When he opened the door with the key card, that was the moment you regretted ever coming. There was only one bed. He groaned annoyingly, setting his bag next to the door and looking around the room. "Well, shit. What do we do, now, Sweetheart?" Your face contorts in disgust when your pet name leaves his lips, "just find somewhere else to sleep. Can't you go with Hinata or Bokuto? Sakusa?" He shakes his head as he continues to walk around, "they said they already had people with them, can't switch." "Fuck," you cursed, staring at the thing that caused your demise. "Relax, it'll be fine, we can just share." Your head bucked back in offense as your eyebrows furrow. "What? Absolutely not! I'll take the floor if you want it so damn badly." "Uh uh, yer not sleepin' on the floor, Angel." "Oh, yes I am." "Not an option." "You can't make me sleep on that bed." You regret saying that two hours later when you settle in the sheets next to him. "Give me your pillow, Atsumu." "What? Why?" He questions as he lays flat on his back. "Because to prevent from getting your germs all over me, I'm making a wall of pillows." "Ya can't be serious," he deadpans. Your face yelled at him that you were, your glare forcing his hand to slowly grip his pillow and pull it to you to let you drag it from him and stuff it between your two bodies. "Happy now, Darlin'?" "No," you say firmly. "Just go to bed, Atsumu. We have a long day tomorrow." "Fine, only because ma Angel wants me to." "Shut up," you grit. Hours have passed and you haven't slept a blink— your mind focused on the way his warm hands caress your stomach so lightly and pull your abdomen towards him. His breath lingers on your neck, and his legs intertwine with yours as he sleeps safe and sound. There seemed to be a tingly pool of butterflies in your stomach for some reason. There was no way you were enjoying this, was there?

RINTAROU — The "You Just Fell Asleep On Me And Now We're Cuddling" trope:

It was almost casual: how your body laid atop his on his bed so comfortable and warm— how your hot breaths stuck to his neck and your legs draped over his, almost wrapping around his waist as you lightly snored on him. He chuckled as he scrolled through his phone while his head rested on his pillow, his other arm laying on your back, and his fingers gently scratching the surface of the fabric you wear. He wasn't confused or startled, he wasn't nervous one bit. He liked having you sleep on him— it was a relaxing feeling, having your breaths match up and feeling your slow pulse wrap around his torso like it was supposed to be there. It was calming. He didn't know how you woke up, or why you were so frightened by having him under you like that. "Wh—what I'm so—" you frantically wave your hands and unweave your legs from his, sitting on the opposite side of the bed in awkwardness, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I swear—!" He was a bit confused now, after watching you run away. "It's okay, don't be sorry," he dismisses as if it was stupid to think that in the first place, "I liked it." "You— huh?" You had to trail back in your memories to see if you heard that correctly. "Yes. I liked it, now come back," he nonchalantly grips your wrist and drags your weight back onto his, caressing your hair with his nimble fingers and tilting his head to lay the tiniest kiss on your temple, basking in the heat you provide from your obvious mortification. It was only when he fell asleep with you, his phone falling from his fingers and his eyes finally drooping completely closed as his head leans on yours, when you could really feel it. Your pulses slowing together and your breaths caught in each other's skin and your chests rising and falling at a syncing pace. It was nice. You liked it, as well.

KENMA — The "You're Really Sad And This Is The Only Thing I Could Think Of" trope:

His breath quickened as he hid under his blanket for support, the sweat glossing his face and his trembling hands not finding a grip on reality. He sat in the corner of his room in the dark where he was most comfortable, his eyes wide as they try to catch the non-existent light underneath the thin fabric. He doesn't want to move, he doesn't want to make a single sound, but his shivering body and his whimpers of emotional pain wouldn't listen to him. He didn't even know what he was sad about, he was just sad. Afraid. Anxious? He didn't know. He didn't know why he heard the door creak open or why he heard footsteps increase in volume as they grew closer to his shakey ball. He couldn't figure out why the blanket that shielded him was currently peeling away from his hot skin, forcing the cold air to mix with the sweat that aligned his shape. "It's gonna be kay, Kenma, I got you," a voice whispers, pulling his arms and lifting him up off the ground. His legs seemed to work miraculously as they walked to the end of his bed, allowing a hand to lightly place him on the mattress, opening the sheets for him and letting his body seep into the sweet scent of his sheets. He didn't bother to look at who helped him— he knew who it was. He needed them right about now. It seemed as if they knew that, too. What a relief. "Let's go to sleep, alright? You might feel better after, okay?" And with that, he closes his eyes with ease, ignoring the stinging pain from how long he kept them open from before, and let his body lean into the figure behind him. They wrapped their arms around him, caging him in their protection and mixing their legs with his so he could feel a little extra warmth. He was appreciative of this. He was really grateful. Putting all the effort into his sentence, he mutters, "Thank you, Y/n." And with that, the figure smiles against his neck, applying their lips to his skin before replying, "Of course, Kenma. Now get some sleep."

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characters — timeskip!sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, suna rintarō, iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu

a/n — warnings ⚠️ alcohol use, a little vomit in atsumu’s. this is just real mushy stuff and i may have shed a few tears writing it. i can’t do this today.

☾ SAKUSA you smile at him as stumbles into the passenger seat with a huff, flushed cheeks and eyes a little glazed and you know he’s drunk, probably his teammates doing, but he’s quiet. you’re already half way home before you decide to speak, noticing how kiyoomi’s gaze seems locked on the world outside the passenger window. “you okay, omi?” “y-yeah.” quiet, followed by a sniffle from the man beside you “are you s—“ “sometimes.. i just feel overwhelmed that you exist.. and that you’re mine, sweetheart.” you notice the shake in his hands as they grip at his thighs but the warmth in your chest feels familiar. “how many shots did atsumu give you?” it’s lighthearted your reply, just like the giggle that sounds from him when he finally turns to face you “s-shutup.” eyes a little redder than normal alongside a wobbly smile that serves as a silent thank you for pulling him back, you were always good at that. his hand reaches for yours, intertwining it with his own before he brings it up to place a kiss against your skin, and you squeeze his hands after as a silent confession of i’m glad you exist too.

☾ ATSUMU you hear a whine from the man below you, running your hand through the messy bleached hair on his head while he wraps himself around the toilet bowl, tear stained cheeks as he turns to blink up at you, a handsome smirk on his lips despite the facts he’s been vomiting for the past ten minutes. his features soften as his hand reaches for yours, fingers intertwining tightly with your own as he turns to face the toilet bowl again “don’t leave, angel. please” “i won’t, tsumu.” “p-promise?” he inhales a breath, a new set of tears trailing down his cheeks and you don’t know if it’s the burning in his throat or the warmth in his heart that caused them this time, but he speaks again, quieter this time. “am sorry for keepin’ ya awake with me, baby. y-ya love me anyway, right? yer just so good, a don’t deserve ya, a—“ “tsumu, i’ll always love you. promise.” he turns to blink up at you again, cheeks still flushed and his smiles softer this time, sighing when he feels your hands push back his hair “a don’t deserve ya, but if ya let me, al prove a can give ya the world anyway.” “you are my world, tsumu.” “does that mean a get a kiss?” “ew no.” “babyyy, al brush ma teeth.”

☾ SUNA you try to stifle a laugh when as you guide your 6’3 boyfriend into the bedroom, feeling him stumble behind you as he mumbles a curse under his breath every few seconds before he stops dead in the middle of the room, arms snaking around your waist to pull you against his chest even though he stumbles slightly at the impact “rin, you have to sleep.” “sososo pretty, pretty baby.” his palms are warm when they come to rest against your cheeks, squishing them slightly as he gazes down at you, lips upturning slightly when you roll your eyes at him “okay, time for bed.” he huffs before grabbing your waist, spinning and pulling you down on the bed behind you both, rolling you underneath him just so he can flop on top of you after. “you’re squishing me rin, get off.” “comfy. goodnight, ugly.” you scoff before giggling, feeling his arms around you waist tighten at the sound as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his eyes finally fluttering closed because it truly did sound like his forever.

☾ IWAIZUMI you snort when you hear him stumble in the bedroom door, probably tripping over his own feet as he tries to navigate in the dark, hissing a curse under his breath. “doll, you up?” “you okay, haji?” you look up at him as you reach over to flick on the bedside lamp, hearing him groan at the light as he holds a tattered mcdonald’s bag close to his chest “i missed you tonight. i brought you this, shittykawa tried to steal it but i kicked his ass.” you try to stifle a giggle as he hands you some soggy fries and half of his own burger, blinking down at you with parted lips and flushed cheeks “let me take care of you.” as he shakily feeds you a fry while you bat away his hand, causing him to frown as his lips jut out to form a pout “i’ll eat tomorrow, thank you though. come to bed, okay?” he grunts, stumbling into bed beside you before immediately pulling you against his chest, placing a few sloppy kisses to your face “you take such good care of me doll, shit i love you.” his grip softening as he snores quietly into the crook of your neck.

☾ OSAMU you giggle when you see him come through the living room door, returning from his night with his old teammates at school. “there ya are, sweetheart.” his cheeks are flushed, smile a little brighter but wobblier than usual, probably the alcohol in his system you note as he stumbles towards you, arms immediately wrapping around your waist while he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he was always a little clingier when he was drunk but he was sleepier too, which now ended up with you trying to support his weight when he got too comfy around you “samu, let’s go to bed.” “angel, y-ya know yer the best thing that’s ever happened ta me right?” you grin as you try to inch yourself down the hall, hearing him speak again “tonight, when people were askin’ me what a was most proud of, ya know a said you, cos shit it’ll always be you.” his words became more slurred at he dozed off in your neck, causing your steps to falter slightly before you finally reached the bed, setting him down while he blinks up at you “ya make it all worth it, sweetheart, ‘ts all for ya.” before he finally falls asleep.

OMFG UPDATE NEVER EAT SINIGANG WHEN YOU HAVE A SORE THROAT IM IN SM PAIN