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sugawara x reader - “love is real”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 273

love is a social construct, you chant in your head as you passed by a young teenage couple making out in the middle of the street. love isn’t real, you mutter under your breath as their sappy and stupid laughter plagued your ears. love isn’t romantic, it’s overrated, you repeated for the nth time as if you’re trying to convince yourself of it. but then you remember him and you instantly halt your steps.

because who are you kidding? love is real. you know him! he had the smoothest voice and the prettiest eye crinkle when he smiles. he had rough hands that were much larger than your own and the sweetest voice when he praises you for the most mundane things. 

love is real, in fact too real, when you run a hand through his hair in a feeble attempt to comfort him as he did with you too many times or when he held your cold hands near his chest in a hopeless attempt to keep you warm when it did nothing but send you into a love induced shock.

so right now, in the middle of your jog, you stop. you didn’t want your nerves to tingle like a bunch of fireworks on a midsummer’s eve nor your heart to pound like the rapid beats of a drum but what can you do when you see love staring right at you with his beautiful hazel eyes and gentle smile waiting with his arms outstretched for you to come home to?

at that point, with legs weakened, you fully concede to defeat. love is real and his name is sugawara koushi.

bokuto x reader - “so madly, deeply in love with you”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1305

bokuto wonders what he did to deserve you.

it was the small, ordinary things that you do that sends his veins pulsing with newfound energy. just a fleeting glance at your form gives him a shot of adrenaline that he could only liken to the feeling he gets as he does an unstoppable spike but that would only sully your name. no. the feeling you give him is so much more. it's the still waters of a dam right before it bursts through in a rapid, gushing force that never fails to bring him to his knees.

even now, as he eyes your weary form that was faintly illuminated by the screen you've been staring at for god knows how long, he feels it. without knowing it, you sent sparks into his chest that bursts into undiluted devotion. bokuto bites his lip in a horrible attempt to stop the cheesy grin lighting up his face. god, he was so madly, deeply in love with you that it's a surprise he hasn't drowned himself with his own affections.

he has been teased a lot because of it but how can he not worship you when you're sitting there, being the embodiment of beauty itself?

you were sitting on the couch in one of his hoodies, effortlessly gorgeous with your hair tossed half-heartedly in a bun that was about to fall out any second now. you had your lips turned in an adorable pout as nimble fingers typed rhythmically as you attempted to finish one of the twenty-five requirements you had to pass this week. bokuto ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm his heart because he swore he ascended just from how adorable you looked at the moment.

for the nth time that day, bokuto wonders what he did to deserve you.

you always took care of him so well. on days he would come home from practice, all sore and tired, you would pepper him with kisses and soft praises and suddenly, he has the energy to fight the world. on days his insecurity would haunt him, you would cook him his comfort food and cuddle him under the comforts of your old, fur blanket until your scent and warmth make him forget everything but your name.

he was so fucking thankful that his mood swings and flaws didn't push you away. instead, you embraced them and made them the reason you stay.

if you felt even just a fraction of his feelings of adoration every time you do the little things for him, you would be jumping all over the place along with him. bokuto perks up at the thought. this was it. this was the award-winning idea. bokuto hid the giddy giggle that threatened to rise from his throat before he sneaked into the kitchen.

"yaki- yaki- yakiniku! i'm going to make yakiniku!" he sang happily with a small sway in his hips as he began pouring half a bottle of oil in the pan.

for a second, his smile dropped. he doesn't really know how to cook but how hard can it be? just like that, his smile was back with twice the luminosity as before.

"y/n..." you snapped out of your focused daze to look at bokuto, your eyebrows instinctively being drawn together as you recognized his sad whimpers.

"baby," you held your hand up to cup his cheek which provided little to no solace for him. now, this was worrisome. on most days, bokuto only needed for your skin to touch before his mood lightens up but it seems that today was not one of those days, "what's wrong?"

"i just wanted to take care of you as you do with me but..." they say that it's the thought that matters and for a moment, you truly believed so. all stress that strayed inside your head miraculously faded in the speed of light and transformed into this warmth that made you awfully giddy. god, what did you do to deserve him?

"what happened? i promise i won't get mad..."

bokuto stared at you for a moment, silently judging if you were lying before finally deciding that you weren't and showing you what he held behind his back. the sight instantly made you laugh so hard that tears sprung up from the corner of your eyes. bokuto blinked owlishly before smiling widely. he might have completely charred the beef into an indistinguishable, black mass but at least you were smiling and that's enough for him.

"i'm sorry... i wanted to make you yakiniku because you always make me some when i'm tired. every time you cook for me, i immediately get energized but i messed it up, didn't i?"

you grinned at his sheepish smile before opening your arms in a silent invitation. you didn't know if it was your sleep depravity induced hallucination but you swore you saw a tail wagging before he ran straight for a hug, plate long forgotten in the corner of the coffee table.

"i love you so much..." you muttered into his hair with teary eyes because there's only so much love and gratitude a human can contain before you burst into a sobbing, messy glob, "having you here is enough to energize me."

bokuto attempted to bury himself deeper into you to hide his flustered but dopey state, "don't say stuff like that."

"oh? and why is that? you always say the same sappy shit, if not worse.."

you looked down at your pouting boyfriend who was now looking up at you, cheeks tinted with a pretty light peach that made him look so irresistible. bokuto whined as you pushed his cheeks together before you littered his face with kisses.

"it's unfair! you do these little things and i forget how to function. that's not cool at all," you raised a brow in amusement, ears straining to hear his last sentence, "i want to always be cool in your eyes."

you weren't a stranger to bokuto's moments of insecurity. he would come near you out of the blue, asking you why you stay with him when you could have someone better. you still remember the jabs of pain that you felt when he told you he didn't feel enough for you. sometimes you wished he could see himself in your eyes because nothing in this world could ever top what the both of you had. nothing could compare to him and the comfort his mere presence gives you. truly? it's you who's lucky to have him, not the other way around.

"y'know, you're always cool in my eyes. you're cool every morning when i wake up just to find you staring at me with the brightest grin," you pushed back his hair that he decided to let down for once before pressing a chaste kiss on his forehead.

bokuto watched silently as you gingerly tangled your hands with his, the sparks in his veins growing in intensity, "you're cool when you cheesily point at me after you spike each ball. and you know what?"

"what?" bokuto silently asked back, contrasting his usual loud demeanor and the quick drum of his heart.

"you're the coolest when you look after me like this."

bokuto giggled before hugging you infinitely tighter. you didn't have the heart to tell him that he was probably crushing your bones, not when he is so full of glee as he should always be.

"i'm not the smartest guy but..." you swore you saw the light as you heard his next words, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he teased your flushed form, "i notice every little thing you do and feel. i guess i just love you that much, huh?"

god fucking damn, bokuto would be the end of you. in a good way, of course.

atsumu x reader - “ready for our date?”

genre: fluff?

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end

word count: 871

notes: inspired by that one tiktok i found while browsing through facebook

a part of you knew you shouldn't be doing this but you can't help it. you're only human and humans are weak to spontaneous ideas.

"this is just an experiment. surely he wouldn't be too mad if it's for science," you mumbled to yourself, a mischievous smile starting to bloom as you applied the last bit of your make-up.

finally standing up from the corner of your room, you sent one last glance at the mirror. an excited giggle unintentionally left your lips as you held your phone up, ready to record the events that would occur just a few seconds from now.

time to put on your acting face, dove.

"babe?" you drawled out the last syllable as you called for atsumu.

"on the couch!"

you let out a silenced evil cackle before resuming your confident persona as you approached the living room. as expected, he was lounging around in nothing but his sweatpants, legs propped up in the arms of the couch while he laughs over some random meme someone sent him. you paused for a moment, wondering if he's going to turn to look at you but his eyes never left the screen of his phone.

and you're about to change that.

"babe?" you called out casually, your eyes glancing at the phone you tried to hold as inconspicuously as possible.

"what?"

you felt irked that he's not looking at you after all that effort you did to make yourself presentable but you ignored that in favor of approaching him to run a dainty, freshly polished, hand across his muscular arm, "i'm ready."

"ready for what?" atsumu finally looked up at you only to drop his phone in shock as he eyed your sultry smile and form.

"wow. ya look good, babe. really good." you almost doubled over in laughter as you watched atsumu's dazed eyes trailing up and down your body suggestively. even so, you couldn't stop the bright smile that lit your face as atsumu sent you his own cute, toothy, lovestruck smile.

"well, i take it that you like how i look-"

"love, babe. i love how sexy ya look." you rolled your eyes at the appearance of his soft, sappy persona. it's rare for him to not be a complete joke of an asshole as he pretty much made it his goal to piss you off every single waking moment. it almost made you consider doing this more often just to get a glance at this cute side of his.

"thank you but aren't we going to be late?"

atsumu blinked once, then twice before finally asking, "late? what d'ya mean?"

you faked a gasp, raising a brow at him which seemed to trigger his alarms as he immediately sat up straight, grabbing your hand and rubbing little circles on it with his thumb as if saying 'please don't kill me.' you stifled a laugh as you realized that atsumu's soft eyes were now blown wide in panic.

"don't tell me you forgot... you told me you're taking me out on a date!"

he didn't reply, too busy churning the cogs of his head. did he invite you for one? when? he does admit that he has a thing for spontaneity and that he doesn't have the best memory. ironic, yes but his brain is too full of volleyball-related things to process anything else. still, he can't get over how he forgot such a big thing especially after seeing all the effort you did to dress up and look pretty.

he scratched his head. this was bad. terribly bad.

"baby?" atsumu raised his head and immediately showed you a bright smile contrasting the nerves he was feeling inside.

"'course not! how can i forget anything related to my baby?" lies. you were tempted to remind him of that one time he left you at the mall because he forgot you came with him but the show must go on.

"stay here, 'kay? i'm just gonna change my clothes. be back in ten!"

before he could go out of the room, you called for him. giving him a hug which was just an excuse to lean on him because you were losing your shit so bad, you almost flipped over.

"babe?" for once, atsumu wondered if you have gone insane.

"don't worry, 'tis just a prank!"

atsumu took a second and a half to process it before letting out a sigh of relief. but at the same time, he let his gaze linger on your form that was now awkwardly slumped over the couch in a very odd attempt to calm down.

"since yer all dressed up anyway, we might as well go out."

now this got you back, "wait. what?"

"stay there."

"wait. atsumu..." you looked at him in shock as the beginning of his cocky smile began to form at your flustered state, "no shit?"

"no shit," he laughed and you couldn't help but gulp as he suddenly looked at you with his hooded eyes that did nothing to hide his darker intentions.

"i wasn't lying when i said ya looked great but i know ya’ll look better when we come back home with nothin' on."

needless to say, your tiktok went viral.

kenma isn’t the most affectionate. no, he has about the social capability of a radish. there’s so much he wants to do but there’s this nagging feeling that maybe his actions are unwanted. maybe he’s disturbing you. maybe he’s being a burden. maybe he’s not enough. maybe you deserved better. but still, the selfish desire to have you close, skin touching as he pulls you impossibly close to his chest with his chin resting on your shoulder as he nuzzles his face into your hair. he lives for this. he never needs to be vocal with you because you know. you know that kenma sharing his phone with you so you could play together is him opening up his world, his safe space and that’s more than you could ask for. more than he could ask for. so for that, kenma bites back all sense of doubt in him because none of that matters when you glow at the mere mention of bonding with him. kenma isn’t the most affectionate. no, he has the social capability of a radish but even radishes can get uprooted from under the soil.

akaashi is the type to bring you to a study date, look up from his book to find you doing anything but studying, smile because you’re too cute and he’s so in love, look back down, grab a journal and write some prose (on good days he actually makes a poem with rhyme and measure) because he cannot hold this much emotion in him. it needs to go somewhere. you never know about his little habit until you get married and are moving into your new home and you saw this very oddly placed box full of his small declarations of love throughout the years. akaashi isnt the most vocal but he does have these heartwrenching show of affection that make up for it (not that he needs to. his presence is a blessing itself)

crown prince kageyama who grew up believing that strict implementation of rules and maintenance of standards would cause the kingdom to flourish. when his time as king comes, he sees just how much the people suffer because of the laws set in stone by his predecessors. now he is confused with what is right and wrong and what is more important: duty or history. in the middle of a breakdown, he runs away to the forest and stumbles upon a small orphanage managed by a gardener with a dazzling smile who slowly helps him decide which course to take for the future of the country.

hnngggg i had this dream thats stuck in my head but i dont have the time to write bc of this stupid comic strip project that makes me want to snap my neck. but! the story goes with tendou as an old forgotten god who couldnt exist (or not exist) in peace because his name is still being spoken. just not in prayers. his name is used as a form of mockery and because of the lack of belief in him, no matter how much he wants to set the world ablaze, he couldnt. in an effort to ignore the pain in his chest, he retreated for over a hundred years in the comforts of a forest that he enchanted to look cursed. flash forward to the kinda middle ages, you and your brother, ushijima, were born into a happy farmer family. because of some messed up tradition, your luck just landed you into the sacrificial virgin role and you are sent into the forest as a sacrifice for good harvest (because dumb folkmen thought that the god living in there is not the same god they insult on a daily basis). you enter the forest expecting to get eaten by some monster but instead found yourself stuck inside a semi-crumbling house with a god who acts like a toddler because you are the first person to pray for him and he’s incredibly attention starved please help him. (bonus trivia! the story becomes this weird domestic relationship with the two of you and tendou playfully calls you his wife while ushijima ocassionally visits you and teaches tendou how to farm so now you have an incredibly fertile soil and a weird humongous hybrid plant that keeps growing and is slowly becoming your conscious plant child that is destined to save the world. goddamn it tendou)

“akaaaaaaashiiiiii!!!! this is it!!! what if this is the solution to climate change???!!?”

“bokuto-san, that’s a carrot.”

“...”

“...”

“yes but what if?”

hehehe. kyoutani beaming when you pat his head (he’ll never admit to this). kyoutani snarling at your pet because they’re hogging all the attention (also will never admit to this). kyoutani resting his head in your lap and nuzzling into your tummy because your warmth scares all negativity away (you got him to admit this once and its never happening again). soft kyoutani 😩❤️

hinata’s hands were always warm. well, he is warmth embodied but there’s something different today. there’s something uniquely him in the gentle tugs he gives you as he tries to untangle the knots in ypur hair. there’s something special with the little giggles he lets out when his fingers graze ever so slightly against your neck. there’s something fascinating in the incoherent words he mumbled as he pinned your hair the same way he used to do with his little sister. there’s something soft and warm and lovely in this moment with him and nothing could compare. not when he grinned at you when he was done, eyes twinkling brighter than any star as he pulled you infinitely close in his steady arms, one of his hands resting securely around your waist and the other, fiddling with the pin on your head.

bokuto is the type to get into whatever shit his s/o would get into. you’re into kpop? watch him wheeze after coughing up a perfect cypher from your fav group in foreign tongue. you’re into theater plays? he memorized your favorite play’s songs and he sings in randomly within the day. you’re into writing? he’s not going to write but he is going to read your works and actually give feedback esp the emotional scenes. he also always says the dumbest shit that becomes your next big idea. just bokuto being so supportive of his s/o because that should be the standard for everyone. (also he’s highly competitive and he’s always trying to one up you in everything. that includes support bc yknow, you never miss any of his games and you always cheer him up and ok bye.)

sakusa x reader - “midnight milk troubles”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 839

notes: first part of my christmas special? one story each day until the 25th

theme: hot chocolate

the cold december winds brought comfort to you and you knew you needed every ounce of it as you could get. as you huddled closer to your thick, fluffy comforter, you wondered if this was what heaven was like. cold air brushing against your skin, warm christmas lights illuminating in the background, soft joyful songs playing from your neighbor's playlist, and finally, some peace as you hid away from the world that seems to be intent on ruining every day of your life. it was probably around midnight but recently, your days ended up being much longer than what it should be so when you finally felt your eyes drooping into a close, you were relieved.

now, if only you could actually get some well-deserved sleep.

a sharp ring made you jump up from your fetal position and a massive onslaught of dizziness made you hiss out a curse. glaring at your phone, you made it ring a little longer out of spite. serves whoever that is for dragging you away from the comforts of sleep back to hell itself. only when you noticed who was calling did you actually make a move to answer it.

"y/n."

"omi."

a long pause.

"i'm out of milk."

you blinked, processing what your beloved boyfriend just said, "that is... unfortunate."

another long pause.

"buy."

"excuse me? what was that?" this has got to be a joke or maybe some really weird dream that you want to wake up from asap.

"buy me milk."

you don't know if you should laugh at omi's deadpan tone or if you should finally put your murdering skills that you totally didn't learn from crappy horror films into use.

"okay. i'll go tomorrow—"

"no. go out now."

"omi, it's two o'clock in the morning."

"and?"

"i need sleep?"

"you can sleep after bringing me milk."

"..."

"most shops would be close."

"the convenience store near your house is open 24/7."

"..."

"listen," you little shit— “if you really want milk right now, then go buy some yourself because i am not getting out to buy milk in the dead of the night in the middle of winter."

"i can't do that. i'll get sick."

"and i wouldn't? am i your sacrificial lamb?" you were this close to combusting.

"...you can put it that way."

"oh my god, omi!"

"..kidding. just get the milk."

"no, you listen here mister because i'm not about to repeat myself-" you were getting into a really long rant but the familiar beep of the call being ended reached your ears first.

.

.

.

.

.

"you freaking jerk! sakusa kiyoomi i swear to god i'm going to murder you!"

except... you didn't quite do that. after cursing and killing sakusa in your head for five minutes straight, you felt compelled to actually see through his demands. what kind of witchcraft does he involve himself in? anyway, you ended up buying his godforsaken milk and are now enroute to his apartment that was quite frankly, quite a bit away from yours.  ah, the lengths you do for love and sakusa's devilishly charming appeal. when you do finally arrive at his doorstep, you were sure that your temperature would be around subzero but that's okay. so long as you get sakusa his goddamn milk, right?

now, after all that effort, you would expect that sakusa would give you, at the bare minimum, a thank-you tiny smile or even a long-distance peck but no. you received a spray of lysol in your face and a demand that you strip and wash yourself. it was understandable, for safety reasons, but he could have been nicer. begrudgingly, you followed your extremely loveable, soft, and beautifully rude but still caring boyfriend that you are mad crazy about.

after finishing your bath, you expected to be murdered or something but instead, you were pleasantly surprised as you see a slightly flustered sakusa lifting his arms for a hug and a very inviting cup of hot cocoa on the coffee table and really, who are you to refuse? even god wouldn't. so as any sane human being, you ran into his arms, taking in his scent, fresh linen with hints of faded scented alcohol, and purred. your bedroom was nothing compared to this. as sakusa's warmth enveloped you, your frustration about the whole scenario faded into nothing. no amount of tire would ever be equal to the satisfaction of being held close against his very soft hoodie and his beating heart.

"i missed you," normally, you would never hear such words from the big man himself but i suppose the distance could break even the strongest people. god fucking damn it all. you're a simp for sakusa and you were sure as hell proud of it, "i heard from your friends that you liked hot cocoa so i made you one. but... i ran out of milk."

for the first time that night, you smiled, "that's fine. i'll buy a million cartons of milk in the cold if it'll lead me close to you."

osamu x reader - “addition”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 711

notes: this has a sequel in atsumu’s point of view entitled “another addition”

osamu promised himself he wouldn't cry.

no. he wouldn't give his twin brother the ammunition he needs to forever shame him. he told himself he wouldn't cry but as looked down at the small, tiny human being in his arms, he couldn't help but notice just how minuscule their hand is. he reached out, hesitant, but as if the baby felt the presence of their father, they reached out and latched onto osamu's pinky. it was at that moment that he thought, 'fuck it'. no amount of the humiliation he'll get from his brother's jokes will ever come close to the feeling of joy and love in his heart. the baby was so tiny. their baby. his baby. his own flesh and blood. osamu's eyes crinkled as tears cascaded down his cheeks towards their conjoined hands. he bit his lip, in an effort to stop the stupid sobs that threatened to come out of his shaking lips but to no avail, they escaped anyways. but he paid it no mind. not really. not when his pride and joy was touching him in this intimate moment only they shared.

"'samu..." he couldn't look at you because he wanted to spare some dignity to himself. he's supposed to be stronger than this. he's a father now, for christ's sake!

god. he's a father now. he'll need to repeat this a few more times before it fully sinks in. never in a million years did he see this as his life but now that he's here, there's no way he'd ever regret this. osamu's body shook as he leaned his head closer towards their hands. his forehead gently nudged the baby's soft skin, tears never stopping its flow. the baby was warm. it was different from your hugs that were always tight and comforting. no, it was foreign and fragile but it was home. osamu smiled brightly at that. this was home too.

"thank you," osamu reached his free hand to hold yours, "thank you for this. thank you for giving me a child. thank you for making me a father. thank you for making us a family. i love you. god, i really love you. what did i do to deserve you two?"

you gripped his hand tighter, tears unable to stop flowing from your eyes as well. no. you couldn't after seeing your man look so vulnerable and so happy at the same time. it was this gesture that made osamu look at you, glass-eyed and voice shaking but ever firm and determined, "i will protect the two of you. i'll provide for you, love you, and make sure you're always happy. i promise. i love you. i love you two so, so much. i can't—"

"i know 'samu," you were surprised you could say that much from the uncontrollable sobs that wrecked your body. his eyes twinkled brighter than any star you have come across and its intensity sent a thousand fluttering explosions in your chest. he was so good to you. he always was and you have no doubt that he would be good to your little babe as well.

"my baby, no, our baby... you're finally here... freaking real... this ain't a dream..." osamu mumbled to himself as he caressed the small tuft of hair at the top of their head before moving his hand to their chest, feeling the rapid beating of their heart. just like that, osamu lost all of his calm and fully broke down into a sobbing mess.

fuck. never, not even once, in his life did osamu think that something was missing. not since you came along but this? this ardor, this protectiveness, this joy, this wholeness was beyond anything his words could describe. it was as if the stars joined together to make this dream a reality. because that was what this was. it was a dream. and it came true. he now had a tiny bundle of joy in his arms and a loving partner to stand by his side. he couldn't believe it still but there was no going back now. not like he had any intention of doing so, of course.

his life couldn't be more perfect and yet here he was. and you know? it's all thanks to you.

atsumu x reader - “another addition”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count:  1110

note: has a semi-prequel about osamu entitled “addition”

atsumu was ready to send his brother to hell. he had a whole set of 'crybaby' jokes he was ready to fire. in fact, his first line was supposed to be 'yo sister-in-law! how's the mother of two babies feelin'?' or something along the lines. but when atsumu entered his sister-in-law's hospital room, the sight that greeted him was his twin brother smiling widely as he stared star-eyed at the tiny baby in his arms that was carefully hidden away in a bundle of blankets. the sight was foreign and weird. it brought shivers in his spine. 'samu? going soft? dang. goddamn world must be ending. he'll never admit it however but the sight warmed his heart. all insults that he was supposed to fire was long forgotten in the back of his throat because his nephew was just a few meters away from him. can you imagine that? his nephew! he was an uncle now!

he watched his family interact. yes. this was his family now and just thinking about how there's another member in it made him so happy he can't even begin to think of words to describe it. the tightness in his chest returned when he heard his 'samu coo at the baby, the grin never leaving his face. he looked so bright and happy even if the dark bugs underneath his eyes reminded him of all the restless nights they spent together trying to quell his anxieties about being a father. atsumu would never say anything about it though because the rare times they let themselves be vulnerable around each other was simply theirs to share.

atsumu wasn't the one who became a father but looking at his twin who he shared his entire with this happy? with the joy he felt, he might as well be.

the nagging curiosity made him break his silence and he approached the two cautiously like a prey nearing unknown territory. osamu tensed and he almost laughed at how protective he was already but he bit back his tongue because this was a special moment and he'll be damned if he was the one to ruin it.

"oh. it's you..." it sounds unwelcoming but the fact that osamu didn't immediately throw him out the window meant something.

"yeah..." atsumu felt awkward for the first time in forever, "sorry i'm late."

"it's fine," atsumu smiled softly. the osamu he knew would've laughed at him by now but this wasn't that osamu anymore. he supposes he'll need some more time to adjust to this new guy after all, "knew ya were busy and all. thanks for dropping by."

"it ain't a big deal."

the silence was deafening to atsumu but it also strangely comforted him. osamu probably noticed his tenseness and huffed amusedly before standing up from his seat in the far corner of the room, "do ya want to hold them?"

atsumu is ashamed of the face he made but it wouldn't be an overstatement to say that his jaw literally dropped and his eyes popped out of their sockets as he stumbled over his words like a fish out of water, "no! i— uh... it's fine. i don't mean to intrude."

"stop being such a wuss. c'mere," the father-like tone that came from the demand almost made atsumu double over but he bit that back and reluctantly, very much so, approached the duo. carefully, osamu transferred the baby into his arms and adjusted atsumu's arms so that he was holding them properly. atsumu took a gulp before adjusting the blankets that covered the baby's face. he didn't know why but he expected a monster to greet him and osamu to laugh and tell him it was all a prank even when he knew that it's impossible. he, after all, watched over osamu's pregnant wife for quite a few times.

releasing a shaky breath, atsumu stared at a familiar eye shape and a familiar nose and a familiar lips. atsumu was staring at a miniature osamu! atsumu couldn't help but laugh as he realized just how similar the babe looked with osamu and by relation, him. it left him feeling something weird. his heartbeat raced as he mirrored the same grin osamu was wearing earlier. his eyes filled with fondness and wonder. god, he was such a sight.

"'tsumu?"

atsumu didn't spare osamu a glance, too focused on watching the baby that was blindly gripping the air for something "what?"

"yer crying," atsumu looked up in a flash, instantly recognizing the wetness in his cheeks and the knowing smile osamu had that was for once, not holding any malicious intent. the look of understanding comforted him by the slightest. with a huff, he looked back down, not even trying to wipe away the trails of his tears since they weren't about to stop any time soon.

"i'm so happy. i'm happy for you. i really am," osamu softened at his twin's words and hummed in acknowledgment.

"i know. i'm happy too."

. . .

"oh? you're home?" you asked as atsumu suddenly hugged you from behind. you didn't notice that he was back home, too busy cooking the stew on the stove. he came back early. well, it was pretty late actually but you thought he'll end up staying the night there so he is technically early.

"'tsumu?" you called out, "you okay? did something happen?"

upon receiving no response, you turned off the stove and maneuvered your body so you were looking at him. you held his face in between your hands, eyes worriedly searching for any hints of distress only to see none but a strange far-away look that seemed oddly passionate, "'tsumu?"

"..."

"hey, talk to me. i'm getting worried."

"..."

"atsumu?"

"let's have a baby."

you dropped your hands from his face, eyes blinking as you processed what he said. atsumu misinterpreted your actions and frantically tried to explain himself, "before ya think of breakin' up with me, i'm not forcing this to ya. i just thought that we're in a good place and we're ready to start somethin' new. i held 'samu's baby and i can't help but think about holding our baby. he'd have your eyes and nose and- anyway, he'll look so perfect because he's ours. imagine that y/n! our baby i can't even begin-"

"about that 'tsumu..." atsumu stopped his rant, anxious about your anxious expression. he was ready to kneel and apologize for his presumptuous words but you held his hands instead.

"aha... ahahahaha. well uh— this is not how i planned to tell you but uh—" you handed him a certain something that atsumu gaped at for god knows how long, "surprise i guess?"

akaashi x reader - “better days”

genre: fluff, comfort

word count: 546

notes: part two of my five part christmas special

theme: light in the dark

the light pitter-patter of the rain was music to your ears. it was around this time that you feel that christmas was coming. you stared in wonder as neighborhood children ran out of their homes with the most beautiful, carefree smiles while their parents watched from afar, half worried and half sharing the same joy of their children. from the distance, you could hear their laughter and the positivity was contagious.

akaashi looked up from his book as he heard your gleeful giggles. unable to bite back a smile, he gazed ever so fondly at your exuberant form. you were grinning from ear to ear, buzzing from excitement as you leaned impossibly closer to the window. this was happiness, akaashi noted as he felt the familiar butterflies and serenity you bring heat his core comfortably.

"'kashi? you're staring," he ignored your knowing smile and simply went back to his book with a smile mirroring your own. you bit back another giggle as you moved away from the window and closer to your husband who you somehow managed to convince to rest and share this moment with you.

his hands have always been pretty, you mused as you fiddled with it, now nuzzling comfortably into his chest. your eyes briefly caught the intricate words of poetry on the pages he held but it didn't quite hold your attention as it did with his. instead, your eyes landed on your neighbor's christmas display. stringed up lights lit the vicinity with a warm hue, a small statue of santa claus grinned jovially as a cute reindeer approached him. such little things were fascinating to you and you didn't know if it's because of the season or if it's your hormones but you felt a sudden twinge of hurt in your chest.

"you miss them," you jumped up slightly before you looked up to akaashi who was looking at you sympathetically. his hand that you were playing with was now settled on your knee as he traced cute little shapes on it.

you averted your gaze, blues reaching your eyes as you looked at your neighbor's house once more, "we used to decorate the house like that too. my nephews and nieces would drop by to celebrate the holidays with us and we'll play outside. they'd smile and god, akaashi, you should've seen them! they were the most adorable beings i have ever seen. so excited and free from all this."

"it must've been a sight," akaashi has long abandoned his book, choosing instead, to wrap his arms around your waist as he nuzzled his face into your neck. you huffed as his hair tickled your skin but you enjoyed the proximity nonetheless, "hang in there. we'll meet them again, soon."

"yeah, we will," you smiled at the thought, raising a hand to play with dark locks, "when things are better, we'll see them again and all the wait would be worth it."

"all the wait would be worth it," he repeated as he rests a hand on your bulging stomach. the small gesture made you all fuzzy and warm and you found that your happiness came back threefold;

because you'll meet them soon, you just know it and by then, your baby would be here to share your joy.

ushijima x reader - “to build a home” 

genre: fluff

word count: 520

warnings: none

you looked good, ushijima thought to himself as you approached him in your apron with the most excited and loving glow around you, ready to welcome him back into your arms as you do every single day.

"welcome back 'toshi! i was just making your favorite but you came back earlier than i expected," he chuckled deeply, pressing a kiss onto your head as he showed you a small smile only reserved for you.

"you should take a shower first. it'll help you loosen up your muscles. the water's all warmed up already."

before he could show his appreciation, you were already scurrying away from him as you went back to cooking. you were too perfect, he thought with another chuckle. ushijima moved to follow your suggestion, patting your dog in the head as a greeting that sent his tail wagging madly. you had insisted that getting said dog was a must since he was away quite often. ushijima blinks away the fondness in his eyes as he remembers the memory of that day.

you were too perfect, he thought as he came back from the shower only to see you babying your dog. the sight of you being so nurturing sent him into overdrive and he felt little sparks against his fingertips as he reached out to touch you.

"oh! you're done! let's eat before the food gets cold."

a small part of him felt guilty. you have always gone beyond what he expected you to do even before you two had gotten married. you always gave him the best of you and he tries to return it, he really does but in his opinion, he falls short far too much. as you talked animatedly about your day, he wondered if it was alright for him to feel like this. to feel safe, to feel happy, to feel at home when he was rarely ever home. how many nights were you left sleeping alone?

the feeling returned. an inkling of a ravenous desire. a need. a lifeline with you. his heart raced impossibly fast but he remained calm. it was the same feeling he got when he is seconds away from a spike. his adrenaline pumping, eyes dilated, nervous, excited but steady like the waters before a storm. he is right where he needs to be. one look at your jubilant form, the you who was talking animatedly about you and your dog's shenanigans, and he was stilled. he was ready to go for it. he was ready for this.

"y/n," you blinked, only realizing how this was the first time he spoke to you that night. he was more of a listener so he usually didn't talk until need be but that's okay. his presence speaks loud enough for him.

"yes?"

ushijima stared at you, eyes seemingly blank until you look deeper and you see sparks of a raging flame, "let's have a baby."

sure, you wanted to say after you processed his passive delivery of otherwise weighty words. sure, you wanted to say but only after you dislodge the steak that accidentally went into your windpipe.

kageyama x reader - “birthday gifts and wishes”

genre: fluff

word count: 644

warnings: none

notes: part three of the five-part christmas special and bday gift to one talented setter boi 

theme: postcard

kageyama woke up with a slight skip in his steps.

it was december twenty-second, his birthday. that alone was not enough to bring the buzzing excitement in his veins. however, there was something that awaited him and that made him flutter in raw anticipation. heck, he was probably more excited for this than the actual christmas day. he hadn't been able to keep still since yesterday, even hinata called out the strange light in his eyes that seemed to mirror the ocean waves in a jolly, summer morning. 

kageyama tried to hide the giddy giggles that somehow managed to rise up his chest. hands trembling ever so slightly, he reached out to the mailbox, shoving away the bills to pick up the distinct, familiar red envelope that rests at the bottom of the pile. forget breakfast, he thought as he walked past the small cozy kitchen of his home. this was just a bit more important. he lightly shook his head at the out-of-character notions he has been making since his day started but who can blame him?

carefully, he tore the envelope open and with all grace, lifted the stationery inside. lo and behold, his annual birthday postcard from you. the front of the card showed an almost meme-like illustration of a mischievous santa claus with messy cursive writings at the bottom that read: 'don't tell jesus but santa also likes to celebrate your birthday.' kageyama smiled at the thought of you and your cheesy laugh as you tried to find the perfect card for him. only you would give him something like this.

his eyes scanned the contents of your letter. each word well-read and taken into heart. you talked about your roommates' plans, your mother's special dish that made you a few grams heavier, and above all, how much you wanted to be by his side. he sighed as he pulled the card close to his chest as his body falls back into his bed. he wanted that too.

having a long-distance relationship was hard and more often than not, it hurt. kageyama wanted to feel your skin touching as you walked side by side, pinkies linked. he wanted to see you belt out your favorite song just a key too low as you swing your hips to the beat, without a care in the world. he wanted to breathe in your scent, shampoo long faded into a lingering soft scent. he wanted you but he knew he couldn't.

kageyama closed his eyes, hiding away the oceans deep worth of longing they held. regret sunk his heart, mellowing down the excitement he initially felt earlier. he wished he held you more. he wished he didn't ignore you when you wanted to cuddle. he wished he said 'i love you' more. he wished he gave you more gifts. he wished he swallowed his pride and embarrassment while you were still in arms reach. he wished you were here.

the sudden sound of knocking made him stand up from his position in the bed. he half-expected it to be the boys from the volleyball club but he was unsure if they would actually come to his home given his reputation as the 'resident grump' alongside tsukishima. he muttered a small 'wait a minute' before he opened the door. halting in his steps, mouth wide open and breath stuck in his throat, he stared.

they say that once in a while, you do actually get what you wish for.

you were as bright as ever, as you stood there in front of him in flesh— as if you never left, "hi there!"

"hah," for the first time in a while, kageyama smiled. a wide, childish, genuine one. eyes crinkled shut with just the hint of them misting over, "hello."

kageyama slept that night with his heart full of gratitude and his arms, of you.

oikawa x reader - “off days”

genre: fluff, comfort

word count: 479

warnings: none

notes: part four of my five part christmas special 

theme: christmas carols

it was the worst time to feel sick. christmas was literally two days away and here you were, sulking in your bed and your boyfriend wasn't making you feel any better. oikawa was sitting a foot away from you, bearing an extremely arrogant, at least in your view, glint in his eyes.

"if you say 'i told you so', i would be legally compelled to plummet you to the ground."

oikawa chuckled, inching just a bit closer to you, "can you, really? you can barely sit without shaking."

"i swear to god, your head would be on my plate after i get over this flu."

"that's fine. that leaves me a day or two to enjoy life and you know, christmas."

you pouted, weakly throwing the pillow by your side, "you meanie. this is why iwa-chan hates you."

"excuse me," oikawa exaggeratedly placed a hand on his chest all the while, adjusting the pillow you just threw so you were leaning on it, "he does not!"

"yeah sure, and the earth is flat. just like you."

"you're crossing the line, y/n."

you poked your tongue out in retaliation, comeback dying on your throat as you fell into a seemingly endless coughing fit. at this, oikawa softened up, his deameanor turning an one-eighty as he worriedly patted your back in an attempt to provide some comfort.

"don't go playing around the snow next time, you hear me?"

"it's not my fault your baby cousin is so irresistable."

oikawa chuckled, he understood your sentiment, "whatever the case is, it's now time for you to rest up and get your health back up. you have a day to feel better."

"don't go around setting deadlines on me."

"well," oikawa pushed you gently to the side so he can lay beside you. of course, you complained but as always, it fell on deaf ears, "i'd hate to spend christmas with you all sick."

"geez, what a burden, am i right?"

"hmm... i admit that i'd rather not clean up your snot but it's also because i don't like seeing you like this."

it was at this that you softened up. while you weren't exactly at fault, you felt kind of guilty that oikawa needed to see you in your most vulnerable point and essentially drain the happiness of the day away.

"i'll be in tip-top shape soon."

"you better."

silence passed between you two and it enveloped you in a warm and peaceful manner. out of nowhere, oikawa began humming. you recognize the tune as 'auld lang syne'. despite the roughness of your voice, you mumbled the lyrics which seemed to please oikawa as he tightened his grip on you.

oikawa can picture a hundred and one better ways to spend the day but feeling you nuzzle closer against him, this time singing 'last christmas', made him think that maybe this isn't so horrible afterall.

suna x reader - “unboxing”

genre: fluff

word count: 342

notes: fifth part of the five part christmas special. merry christmas y’all <3

warnings: none

theme: gifts

suna likes to sleep in.

on normal days, he’d find time to rest away from the high energy things of life. but this wasn’t really ‘normal’ per se. the cold weather pulls him into a languid state more so, the comforting presence you give off as you cuddled close him. it seemed to him that the world has stopped, that time had stopped and nothing else mattered except each other. as sappy as that sounds, it was what he felt. to him, nothing could break this moment.

nothing except you, apparently.

you suddenly stood up which almost sent suna into a state of shock. he eyed you amusedly as you stumbled over your words. he would be lying if he said he understood anything from what you said. still, he obliged as you excitedly pulled on his hand.

“where are you taking me? it’s 11:30 in the evening.”

“we’re opening up presents!”

“...we should be sleeping. let’s open those tomorrow.”

“what?” you looked at him puzzled, “don’t you open presents on christmas eve?”

“no? we do that on christmas day.”

a pause.

“well no matter! you’re dating me now so i guess, deal with tradition?”

suna stared at you blankly, as always, “no.”

“come on, boyfie! feel the holiday spirit!”

“did you just call me ‘boyfie’?”

“...what about it?”

“i’m breaking up with you.”

you gasped and slapped his arm but he didn’t even wince, “rude!”

“yes so can we go back to sleep now?”

“sleep is for naughty children! come on! my gift is waiting!”

“weren’t you the one who told me you were a ‘bad bitch’ yesterday?”

“irrelevant, now get your pretty ass over here.

to be honest, he didn’t really want to. the appeal of sleep was stronger than some gifts. but suna was staring at you. you were smiling so brightly, half-screaming incoherent words from your excitement in your bed hair and droopy eyes yet to him, you were beautiful. maybe that had just a little bit more appeal than sleep.

because suna likes spending time with you.

kyoutani x reader - “nightmares”

genre: slight angst?, comfort

word count: 420

warnings: none

kyoutani would never admit it but he gets nightmares very often. some times it's about the looks of fear other people give him— the way they move away from him like the plague, eyes wide in horror like he's some sort of monster. some times it's about your father's initial distaste of him— he remembers the hushed spiteful words your father gave you and the fury that lit up your eyes as you defended him.  some times it's about you slipping out of his grasp— the terrifying thought of waking up to a cold bed once again because you were never real, just a figment of his imagination that tried to satiate his desire for love. how else could you love him like no other? him, mad dog, the crazy violent guy who breaks everything he touches?

kyoutani would never admit it to you but he's so afraid that something will make him lose you and when you're the one thing he has? that's the real nightmare.

so when kyoutani woke up abruptly that night, the first thing he did was lay a hand on your space. his skin met yours and he couldn't bite back the sigh of relief that subconsciously slipped out of him. thank god, thank whoever was out there that you were here— safe and serene in his arms without any idea of the pain and horrors staining his head.

it hurt so bad. he remembers the image of your tears as you desperately reached out to him. he remembers the suffocating weight that forbids him from nearing you. he remembers the deafening silence after you left. he remembers the taunting in his brain because it's happening all over again. he let it happen. he fucked up.  

but one glance at you and his mind was silenced. you were here and that's enough.

he took a breath. a deep one, creating a rhythm to calm his racing heart. sweat covered him in sheen layers and he was quick to wipe it off— wipe anything that he could connect to the nightmare that stained his sleep. slowly, the crease in between his brows faded into nothing. his hand moved to ruffle his head, a final act to signify his newfound composure before he laid back onto the soft linen sheets of your shared bed. he reached over you, grabbing your unconscious form closer to his to breathe in the comforting scent of your shampoo.

kyoutani would be alright because nothing ever went wrong with you near him.