warnings: mentions of wine, no pronouns are used for the reader

you and sakusa kiyoomi wander to the kitchen whenever you can’t sleep. it’s a (now) usual habit that started around the second week of you living together — when you found him sitting on a kitchen stool, eating lucky charms while reading a magazine.

and of course, it’s not only the kitchen where you reside in the wee hours of the night — sometimes it’s out on your balcony that is crowded with plants, with bottles that once held wine, where you and sakusa sit with your legs dangling in between the rails, giggling about mundane things and observing as the people (insomniacs on a stroll, couples who are drunk in love, people who are heading to a party) pass by as you eat your favorite foods.

sometimes you’re in the living room — laughing as he paints your nails, quiet as he reads you his favorite books, loud as you both sing big fat mouth by arlie.

but tonight you’re in the kitchen — head resting on sakusa’s chest, feet bare and cold against the even colder kitchen’s floor. a thought on an autumn night by JANNABI is playing on his phone on the counter and his heart beat is calm against his rib cage.

“kiyoomi,” you start, lift your head up from his chest to stare up at him, unwrap your arm from around his waist to poke his cheek as a bashful smile spreads across your face. “kiyoomi i think i’m in love with you.” you giggle and he throws his head back, laughs.

“love of my life, the reason why i wake up every morning,” he laughs, “you think you’re in love? i put a ring on your finger and got so romantic with you — and you think you’re in love?!” he feigns anger before erupting into a fit of laughter. “okay, i think i’m in love with you too.” he smiles, plants a little kiss on your lips that tastes like cherry wine and boops your nose.

“actually,” you giggle and he giggles, “i know i’m in love with you. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

he kisses you again. “i know i’m in love with you, too — and the way you wake up with a frown on your face before bursting into a smile because you see our cat,” he laughs and you laugh, too — turn over to look at your cat who’s resting on the couch. “and of course, i love the way you get excited over the smallest things, i love everything about you.” he kisses you again and again and it feels like all of your troubles melt, it feels like sakusa kiyoomi is pouring all of his love into your heart.

listen...that one song that goes human beings i a mob- what's a mob to king, what's a king to a god whats a god to a non believer [ dramatic pause ] who do 't believe in [ another one ] anything hits different bro i dont even know why

ok now this is going to sound very sad but i promise i don’t mean it that way :

why aren’t we talking more about happy suna? like- REALLY FUCKING HAPPY AND ENTHUSIASTIC AND GIGGLY SUNA?

suna who has so much time to lose in high school that he makes you literal powerpoint presentations for every single one of your anniversary. and forces you to sit down and listen to him rambling about the dumbest things that happened to the both of you.

and you can see how happy it makes him because he’s like- making big gestures with his hands and he keeps asking you « you remember that, right?! » but doesn’t even let you answer that he’s already explaining the whole thing for the third time.

or, OR, suna who - just like kids- has one specific song that puts him in the best of moods. and even if he was in the middle of telling you about his day, you’re gonna have to wait to know the end because right now he has to enjoy every single second of that song. and of course he sings it from a to z. he even sings the instrumental part (don’t ask, he just does)

OR suna who always ends up crying with laughter even for the stupidest jokes. i’m convinced he has a silent type of laugh so like- he’s basically just wheezing and hitting whatever’s close to him like he’s gasping for air or something. he also does this thing when he fans himself to make his tears dry… and just when he thinks his laugh has finally stopped, he looks back at you, thinks about the joke again and it all starts again from zero.

facetime with 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 at 2 in the morning ♡ you being the talker, while the other was more of the listener.

you forgot what you were talking about, but you clearly remember what you felt about an hour into the call.

you peeked into the screen as you continued with your story, but the way suna looked at you— sleepy eyes that crinkled as a small smile formed on his lips. for moment there, you felt your heart skip a beat. “and then...” you seemed to forget your next few lines, “uhm...” you stammered, unable to comprehend anything but the way the man on your screen gazed at you.

yet, the usually stoic man did not notice the way his eyes smiled as you talked to him. all he wanted was to listen to you for hours. it was fun and endearing; how you tell your stories and rants with passion— and even if the topic was as nonsensical as whether pineapples should (or should not) be on pizza.

the gentle yet longing expression replaced suna’s characteristically unfazed, seemingly bored guise is enough to tell you have love-struck he was for you.

suna clearly remembered what you were talking about, but the way he was falling for you seeped past his conscious thought and control.

he just wanted to hear your voice, your stories. the comfort you brought was enough for him to choose you over some precious hours of sleep.

so at the wee hours of some random schoolday, you and suna may not have been in the same wavelength, but it was at that time that suna began to fall in love with his best friend.

HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU TELL THEM YOU’RE GLAD YOU DIDN’T BREAK UP WITH THEM

request: “okayyyy please can you do the bnha "i'm glad i didnt break up with you" prank but with haikyuu boys? maybe with oikawa, atsumu, semi, suna, and sakusa? i included your two favs ;) thanks tee <3”

characters: oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, semi eita, suna rintaro, sakusa kiyoomi

genre: fluff

a/n: hi babe !! ty for including my two favs ;) you’re awesome for that lovely <3 hope you enjoy

✯𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 was humming happily, folding laundry while you sat across from him, folding your own. Grabbing one of the hoodies in the pile, you held it up to him, catching his attention. “Can I wear this Tooru?” He smiled, nodding at you sweetly. “Of course, mi amor,” he said, walking up to you as he finished, hugging you to his stomach. “I’m glad I didn’t break up with you that one time, Tooru,” you mumbled into his shirt, stifling a giggle when he gasped. Pulling away from you, he stared at you with a pout, eyebrows furrowed. “You wanted to break up with me? After all the hoodies I let you borrow?” Laughing, you stood up, poking the lip jutted out, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m kidding, babe. I’d never thought about it,” you whispered, pecking his lips. With a “hmph,” he reached over, knocking your folded laundry pile over, unfolding half of it. “That’s what you get, you jerk,” he huffed, leaning in and kissing you longer this time.

✯𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead as he brought the blanket over your bodies, mumbling a “goodnight, baby,” as he yawned. Tracing patterns into his chest, you kissed it from where you lay. “Tsum, I’m glad I didn’t break up with you.” He hummed, closing his eyes. “Yeah, me too,” he whispered, quiet for a moment before he quickly turned to you after he processed your words. “Baby, what do ya mean? Yer jokin’ right? I know yer jokin’, ya didn’t wanna leave me right? Right?” He groaned when he heard you giggle, flopping on top of you, his head burying itself into your neck. “I was just joking, Tsum,” you laughed, fingers stroking through his hair as he whined. “Was just about to sleep too, yer gonna make me have nightmares now.” Rolling your eyes, you kissed the side of his head, rubbing his back gently. “Shut up, you baby.”

及影ログ

My two favorite disaster bi's

HAPPY PRIDE

feeling kuroo deprived all over again. i wish i can think of some good original kuroo headcanons to share, but my brain’s empty :((

all i can think of is him draping his heavy body over you, giving you rides around your shared place (by rides, he means piggy back rides), massaging your muscles out of nowhere, using your butt as his personal pillow (and dramatically plugging his nose when you fart), spamming your phone with pictures of himself, sending you cute cat pictures, him trying his best to pry his eyes away when you’re wearing only an oversized shirt and shorts, humming along with you, not holding back his laugh around you, sharing you bites of food, being super competitive when playing board games with you, shielding and protecting you when needed, proudly holding your hand in public places, brushing hair out of your face when you’re asleep, pressing random kisses along your skin, getting a warm and tight and reassuring hug from him, when he makes you take back all the negative comments about yourself, shamelessly flirting with you, bring you a cup of water randomly, nuzzling his nose against your neck, presses long kisses behind your ear, catching him grinning like a lovestruck cat, truthfully complimenting both your outside and inside, making snarky comments that only you can hear when people watching, feeling his hands tighten when an intense scene of a movie comes up, when he rambles on and on about how stupid the main characters can be, when he’s easily loved by dogs and cats and grandmas, when he makes you instant noodles with an egg and the perfect amount of seasoning (and of course he’ll steal some bites), when he gives you a “i’ll be back” kiss, when he scolds the bad people in your life, when he reminds you to take care of yourself and threaten to watch over you if you don’t, when he acts like a cat with separation anxiety when having a bad day, when he randomly offers to join you in the shower, quoting inside jokes and laughing afterwards, the pride he feels when you say “i’m taken,” rubbing lotion on your warm skin, being your personal weighted blanket who has a lot to say, running your hands through his hair, being one of the rare people who gets to see his hair down, him telling you just how much he loves you, him randomly tickling your feet, feeling just as happy and proud when you tell him good news, rock paper scissors with him except he almost always loses, him telling you random chemistry facts, and finally, him. just him and his hot self <33

update:

when he pats around the bed, searching for your body and keeping his hand on there

when he shows you pictures of candid pictures of yourself for you to see the person you are from his pov (“except even more beautiful”, he insists. “my eyes are better than this phone camera”)

when he offers to get you a second (third... fourth) plate of food

when he randomly pats you on the head out of love, and just to be lovingly annoying

when he sends you a full in email titled “Open Immediately” and ends the email with Love, Your Tetsu

when he wanders into the room, stand there, and then hug you

his “purring” when you give him arm, back, stomach, neck scratches

another update:

picking you up randomly just to show off his strength

exercising with him, both getting really tired but not wanting to lose against the other (he always gets overly excited about the showers afterwards)

when he feels like being the small spoon

when he tries on your bracelets, earrings, necklaces, makeup, and strolls around like a model

when he bats your hair like a cat

when he points out random, often embarrassing, things he notices about you. sometimes just to see you flustered

when he goes off to turn off the lights before bed and just stand by the light switch in the dark, making you feel uneasy. “uh... tetsu?” and then chuckling and climbing back into bed

him being a supportive boyfriend when you’re in pain and rambling on about how he wishes he can carry half of the weight for you.

him using his gentle voice

him playfully not letting you off the hook when you falsely inform him of the weather

him teasingly saying stuff like “oops, i forgot where i parked” in the middle of a giant parking lot

his face in the morning!! with prints of his pillow all over, groggy voice, tired eyes, and his very clingy self

him complimenting and adoring you unconditionally. when you don’t believe his compliments, he’ll act all offended.

him being a nerd and solving academic problems with you

pls add to this list :3

some more :)

- while listening to his playlist of your favorite song and his combined, he’ll drum his fingers/pat your back on beat with the song

- him nestling his head in between your boobs when laying down. (if you’re ticklish, his hair would most definitely tickle your neck/chin and he’ll be like ?)

- cooking with him in the kitchen and bumping into each other, both awkwardly trying move in the same direction at once and- *laughter*

- him telling you all of the work gossip/drama that he’s heard of, eager to hear your opinions on everything

- laying on his arm while you scroll through your phone

- him snickering at manhwa/manga rich, tall, handsome men, criticizing their mistakes but also learning from them at the same time. “he ran around for an hour searching for her??! why didn’t she take her phone with her in the first place?”

- when he finds out that work plans get cancelled and peeks out the door frame, grinning at the fact that he’ll be able to create new plans with you instead

- when he meows back at cats and the cats frown and meows back aggressively

- when he makes a random afternoon snack and lets you have a bite too

- the twinkle in his eyes when you move closer to him :’

living with him means,

starring oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji, sugawara koushi, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, semi eita warnings: fluff, alcohol, cigarette use, implied themes, mentions of food, i get carried away with descriptions, gender neutral reader notes: hey hi hello :) these are only my opinions/what i envision <3

. ˚ 𖧷 living with oikawa tooru means waking up to him rummaging through the drawers because he’s looking for his saturday socks (black ones with small green aliens plastered all over them) while humming a song he heard on the radio. and once he notices you’ve woken up, he smiles — those smiles that remind you of sunshine and pretty days, those that make you fall a little bit more in love with him. and he leaves his search and the drawer open to go with you and give you a kiss that tastes like chocolate bread.

living with him means sitting on your kitchen counter at two in the morning, eating all sorts of food that he’d bought at a little grocery shop a block down from your apartment. he’s wearing a white tank top and some blue shorts and his hair is held back by one of those thin black plastic headbands, a few stubborn hairs framing his forehead imperfectly. his cheeks are red and there’s a coat of sweat on his face (as on yours) because the ac is broken and even though the doors of your balcony are open, argentina’s summer wind isn’t helping too much. but it’s okay because you’re here with him — peeling off candy wrappers and scribbling i love you onto them so he can see how much you love him. and he’s scribbling cute little faces and kisses and hearts onto them so you can see how much he loves you.

that time you fell (for him) ; royalguard!osamu x princess!reader synopsis: your personal guard catches you trying to sneak out of the palace at night. genre/warnings: fluff, lady and knight trope, not really a medieval au but something along those lines, characters are (young) adults, the early beginnings of e2l?? w/c: 1.6k a/n: inspired by this artwork by @flycloudddd (i hope u don't mind the tag, lemme know if you do)!! knight!osamu really came to me at 3am three nights ago and asked for a fic.

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you.”

you whirl around searching for the source of the voice, careful not to lose your footing. you know whose it is, but it isn’t until you scan the garden below that you find him staring up at you with an unimpressed scowl.

miya osamu, your personal guard. ever since he was assigned to you, he’s proven to be quite competent so it isn’t surprising that he found you — he’s incredibly attentive, astute, stealthy and skilled, making him one of the top candidates recruited to protect you and your family.

he’s also proven to be more sensible than you, and annoyingly so, somehow always being right in situations like these; and he never fails to let you know.

you’re not afraid of heights; but for someone who’s afraid of falling, this isn’t your brightest idea. you would never admit it though, especially not to him.

“you cannot tell me what to do, miya-san,” you huff, narrowing your eyes at him.

he sighs loudly at your petulance, leaning against the trunk of the old oak tree you used to climb when you were younger, long before the etiquette lessons, international relations courses, charity work, meetings with other diplomats and the never-ending parade of lackluster suitors.

“it’s a long way down, princess.”

“do you think i am unaware of that?” you hiss between gritted teeth, your anxiety fueling your irritation. “return to your quarters and don’t you dare tell a soul.”

“you know, there are easier ways to sneak out.”

you scoff. “might i remind you that i have lived here all my life? don’t you think i would know all the secret passageways by now?”

“you’re the one out here trying to scale the wall, so clearly you don’t —“

“there isn’t another way,” you insist with a glare, shuffling your feet along the edge of your balcony towards the pipe you’ll have to slide down, and closer to where he’s standing on the lawn below you. “just leave me be.”

you hear his incredulous chuckle as you reach for the pipe, barely able to reach it by your fingertips. “well, someone’s gonna have to save your ass when you —“

“silence!” you sneer, “i assure you, i will most definitely not —“

you lose your foothold at the moment you pivot to unleash your fury at him, yelping as gravity yanks you towards the ground, but you stop part way, the hand that was holding the balcony railing miraculously managing to grab the bottom of a post on the way down.

oh gods. you tense at the feeling of your lower body dangling in the air. this was not how things were supposed to go.

I need this to be a 50k fic 🥺

IMPORTANT. I AM BEGGING YOU READ.

i don’t normally do this but it’s come to my attention that i’m now in dire need of help and it has failed me anywhere else, and tonight, it has reached another scary conclusion.

all i ask is that you lend me an ear, just for one moment. i won’t take up much of your time.

hi, i go by the nickname ghostie, and i am 19. i live in an abusive household with my mother. my father does not live with us, and nor do i want him to as my relationship with him is strained at best due to his past gaslighting, emotional abuse, and neglect. i do not talk to my father unless it is needed and even then, it always ends with me in tears and another piece of trauma, so i try to stay away. i have tried to search and find a home for myself where i could, but the system has failed me when i needed it most, and my mother has prevented me, throughout my life, from doing things that might’ve gotten me out sooner.

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it’s not by any means an obligation for you to donate, it’s only if you can and are willing, but every amount helps, any amount brings me closer to escaping and finding a place where i do not have to sleep with my pocket knife under my pillow for my protection, my taser hidden in my shoes as a last option, or recite self defense practices in my head with every step in my own home.

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some things that have happened since you stopped hearing about p/alestine after the “ceasefire” was declared

┇sending him a soapy tiddy pic when he’s busy┇

❥characters: tsukishima, yamaguchi, suna, bokuto, and nishinoya

❥warnings: mentions of nudes, sexual themes

❥genre: suggestive, crack

❥a/n: this is based off of how @katiea03 wouldnt send me a soapy tiddy pic😐

TSUKISHIMA

YAMAGUCHI

SUNA

BOKUTO

NISHINOYA

┇texting him ‘break up with me so i can listen to sour’┇

❥characters: tsukishima, asahi, tanaka, suna, and iwaizumi

❥warnings: cursing

❥genre: fluff, crack

❥a/n: i’ve literally just been listening to ‘sour’ for a week now..

TSUKISHIMA

ASAHI

TANAKA

SUNA

IWAIZUMI

atsumu makes me so happy for no reason and yes thighs

When you fall asleep on FaceTime with the hq boys (iwaizumi, Bokuto, Ushijima, Suna, Atsumu)

masterlist

Iwaizumi: “babe, what movie are we going to watch next since ponyo is about to finish?” iwaizumi asked you, but didn’t get any response “babe did you hear m- oh, you’re asleep.”

Iwa looked at the camera and smiled fondly, in the least creepiest way he thought you looked beautiful sleeping, angelic. He took a screenshot of the candid moment and ended the call saying “sleep well babe, goodnight.”