.𖥔 ݁ ˖ HOME COOKED MEAL — nanami kento

contents. aka you dig up some teenage photos of nanami, fem!reader, husband nanami, fluff, yuuji being your adopted son, i haven't watched the new ep (& i won't) but there is enough nanami angst so i am here to fix that — 1.7k

when you got ready to leave the school, your jacket on and bag tugged over your shoulder, you passed yuuji itadori in the halls, his expression suspiciously similar to a kicked puppy. 

yuuji perked up a bit as you walked by, offering you a small smile and a wave. and though you considered heading on home for the night, eager to see your husband, you slowed, hesitant to leave the poor kid all alone. 

“everything okay, yuuji?” you asked, frowning as he rested his elbows on his knees, studying a stain on the floor of the school. 

“hm?” the teenager glanced up, eyes bright and wide. his sweet smile was back on his face, so innocent and kind. for someone who had been through so much already, he was more caring than many people that you’d met in your life. “oh, everything’s fine. everyone’s just out on missions, so i feel a little…” he pulled up one shoulder in a shrug. “useless.” 

you knew it must have been hard for him, being a student that wasn’t quite like the others, having to train a little differently, adapt differently. but yuuji took it in stride, and he handled it better than any normal person would. 

with a nod, you secured your bag around your other shoulder, shifting your feet. “it’s just going to be you here tonight, then?” 

he hummed, sticking his hands in his pockets as he leaned back against the wall. “i think so. some of the others might be around, but they’re resting up.” 

“oh.” though you were certain yuuji had no qualms about spending an evening on his own, the thought of it made you feel like you were leaving a kitten out in the rain. almost pitiful. 

yuuji waved before you could say another word, smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “have a good night! i’ll see you tomorrow.” 

👀Just imagine a cute! Team Japan manager who makes friendship bracelets for the entirety of Team Japan 🥹 they customize the bracelets to fit each player, using their favorite colors, putting their names and numbers along with a little volleyball charm. Then they present them to the team the night before the Olympics and the entire team is just like

👁️💧👄💧👁️

The next day, the coaches make the team take the bracelets off because the rules say no jewelry. Everyone is mega upset. Hakuba and Hoshiumi say it’s a stupid rule but is it really tho???

On the court, the guys all began to practice while you and Iwaizumi talk. Hinata is the first to notice that Iwa didn’t take off his friendship bracelet 😱

Iwa responds with, “I’m not in the match, I can wear it all the time.” 😌💅

The team 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

Migraine (Haldir x Reader)

author's note: a new haldir fic coming your way! this was actually my first request! :D @oneofmanyinterests - i tried to do your idea justice and hope you and everyone else who struggles with headaches and migraines can take some comfort from this 🩷

warnings: reader in pain, mentions of throwing up and medication. let me know if i missed something! :)

word count: 1.1k

edit is mine, all pics are from pinterest :)

Your head was throbbing. Everything was too much: the noises, the lights-

Something between a whimper and a groan left your lips, alerting the elf next to you.

Haldir had come home from his most recent patrol only a few days ago and the two of you had spent every minute together, trying to make the most of it until he had to return to his duties as a marchwarden.

Carefully, he brushed his fingers down your arm. “Is it happening again, meleth?”

"Katsuki, I had such a bad day today." You pouted at your phone, talking to your boyfriend on video call while he was currently away on a mission.

"Who the fuck ruined it, baby? I swear I'll beat them up, especially if it's Dunce Face or S–"

You giggled a bit, making Bakugo stop his rambling and just looked at you like you were the crazy one. 

"It's not a person, you dummy. It's actually my laptop, it suddenly broke down when I was almost done with the report I was having a hard time with. Good thing it was saved on the cloud before it gave up, but I'm still bummed about the other files I can't retrieve until I have it repaired tomorrow."

Bakugo seethes on the other side. "When I get back, I'm buying you the fuckass most expensive laptop available so it won't break easily, and get my fucking hero support to make modifications so it won't break again. Good thing that piece of shit lasted long enough."

You hummed, flattered that your boyfriend cares about you so much he was... mad at your laptop? You smiled at him through your camera.

"I don't think that's what your supports should do, baby. They have more important things to do, like I don't know… Optimize the hero Dynamight's support items?"

"You smartass. They're on my payroll anyway so they should be able to do this request."

You let out a loud laugh, and Bakugo looks at you through the screen with a mischievous gaze.

"Actually, baby. Can you put your phone down on your laptop for a minute? I'm just trying to see something."

"Why?" You looked at his face, confused, but he just smirks at you. "Just do it for me, okay?"

You shrugged and got up, walking over to where your laptop was and placing your phone on top of it. Bakugo's booming voice the next second surprised you.

"YOU SHITTY FUCKHEAD LAPTOP! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD INCONVENIENCE MY SMARTASS LIKE THAT. IF YOU HAVE BEEF WITH THEM BLAME YOURSELF FOR YOUR SHITTY PROCESSOR AND GPU. YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG PERSON I'M LITERALLY THEIR BOYFRIEND, THE GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT. TRUST THAT I WILL BURN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING MOTHERBOARD TO A CRISP WHEN I GET BACK FROM THIS SHITTY MISSION…"

It was so unexpected that you started laughing so hard, tears running down your eyes as you slowly sat down on your bed, trying to catch your breath.

You grabbed your phone while Bakugo was still ranting, talking about the slow and painful death that the laptop was going to have in his hands. "Katsuki, the hell was that?" You wheezed out in between your fits of laughter.

Bakugo stops mid-swear and looks at you confidently. "Open your laptop." "Babe, I literally told you that it won't boot up anymore." 

"Just trust me on this, okay? When was I ever wrong?" You rolled your eyes and moved your phone to your other hand to press the power button. "Well, did it work?" He looked at you expectantly.

The laptop fan whizzed, the power button lit up, then the screen lit up momentarily.

You held your breath in anticipation… But then it died down.

You started laughing again due to the sheer absurdity of the situation, and you could see Bakugo scowling on the screen as you made fun of him. "You were so sure too! You thought that threatening it would work, as if the laptop could understand you!"

"I'm hanging up."

"No, wait! Let's talk about it more! I'm literally Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight? Why'd you introduce yourself to an inanimate object? I have so many questions!"

"Fuck off."

:¨ ·.· ¨: when they have a girlfriend who owns a ton of

`· . ꔫ plushies. (includes: osamu, iwaizumi, and sakusa.)

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of sanrio, osamu threatens to cook your plushies, iwaizumi, the buff man that he is, absolutely adores you and your plushies, timeskip.

warning/s: manga spoilers (if you squint).

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (?)

OSAMU MIYA

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

© lowercase intended | loveephia

AAA the Iwa Godzilla thingie is because Iwa canonically wears godzilla shirts and has a godzilla phone case, also his bag has this tiny zilla as well

Definitely Bakugou

Katsuki was sleeping on the couch with his headset on after playing with Kirishima and the other boys, “Baby, hey, bubs I’m heading out.” He hummed with his eyes closed “Huh?” “I’m heading out real quick okay? I love you.” You kissed his cheek before grabbing your keys. “You want me to grab your shoes?” His voice sounding gruff “No baby, I’m okay thank you.” “Here.” You turned around to see him holding his wallet out to you, you giggled. “Katsu, no it’s okay baby.” You began to walk out the living room “Babe, what time is it?” He said as he rubbed his eyes, “It’s past ten baby.” “Okay…. What? Wait,wait,wait. TEN?!?” You started to laugh as he quickly took off his headset , Katsuki got up and immediately put on his slides next to the couch and his hoodie that he took off. “No, no, no baby, It’s okay! I’ll be fine.” “Yeah, no baby I’m not letting you go out this late, fuck that.” He grabbed his phone before walking with you. “Katsu, I promise I’ll be quick.” “Nah babe, I’m going with you.” He grabbed your hand before walking out the front door, “Katsuki! Please you don’t have to come with me.” “No I don’t care, I ain’t trying to have you killed or shit by these fuckers out here.” You started to laugh as he closed the front door and grabbed your hand again walking to your car, “You never know what could happen this fucking late babe.” “Baby, I done it before and came back fine.” “That’s the last fucking time you ever go out this late without me.” He grabbed your keys to start the car and drive to the store with you.

He bought everything btw

MasterList

Tag-List: @ebiharachan @otomefan @amis-love-bugs

It’s long past sundown when you and Tetsurou return to his apartment. Your legs are aching; the shoes you wear are one of your most comfortable pairs, but there’s little that shoe choice can do when you’re on your feet for the whole day.

A pair of hands comes to your shoulders to help you out of the coat you’re wearing, and you help them along happily, grateful for the assist. The moment your arms are freed you let out an exaggerated sigh, heels clicking on the hardwood as you dart for the couch and then throw yourself onto it. From the door, where he’s shrugging off his own coat, your boyfriend snickers.

“Take off your shoes at least, you heathen.”

Lifting your head just enough to see him over the arm of the couch, you pout and lift a foot. “You try taking these things off. Do you see how many straps there are?”

He bends to undo his own dress shoes. “Why did you wear them, then?”

“They’re comfortable.” You let your head fall back again, into the pile of pillows covered in black cat hair and smelling wonderfully of Tetsurou. Your eyes flutter closed as you sigh. “And they look nice. The straps are for show.”

Just as your leg is beginning to get tired and you’re about to let it fall back to the couch, a big hand catches the ankle. You startle a little, eyes flying open again to find that Tetsurou has approached the couch. His grip wraps around your ankle as he lifts your leg up a little further, his other hand coming up to begin dealing with the many straps you’d just complained about.

“What are you doing?” There’s laughter in your voice, a little breathy—in the barely lit apartment he strikes a handsome silhouette standing above you like this, tall and broad-shouldered, with the removal of his suit jacket revealing a crisp white button-up that fits him well. His hand is warm even through the stockings you’re wearing.

“You asked me to take them off,” he responds easily.

Long, lithe fingers deftly undo each one. The shoe loosens upon your foot until Tetsurou can remove it entirely, grey eyes staring down at where you lay propped up on your elbows. He sets it down carefully on the arm of the couch, but keeps his grip on your foot steadfast.

“I was being rhetorical.”

“Just let me spoil you.” His thumb is rubbing circles into your ankle as he grins down at you.

“By taking off my heels?”

“Mm-hmm.” He bends down, quick as a flash, to peck at your stocking-clad leg, lips pressing there-and-gone against your shin just above your ankle. And then he eases your leg down, just slightly, before guiding it and the rest of your body to turn as he steps around the couch to face you. “I’m being a gentleman.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”

Pausing in his movement, he raises an eyebrow. “You don’t like it?”

“Never said that.” You rush to sit up and he lets go of your foot to let you.

Moments later, however, he surprises you by sinking to his knees. The motion makes you gasp under your breath; a noise you’re not entirely sure he hears, not when he’s busying himself with your remaining shoe.

You can feel the heat of him now, with how close you are. On instinct you reach out to lace your fingers in his messy hair, and he lets out a quiet, content little noise in acknowledgement, almost subconsciously pressing back into your touch.

The second heel is off faster. He places it next to its twin, rising up and reaching out with that huge wingspan, though his hand still doesn’t leave your newly bare foot. It pinches at the hosiery covering your skin, pulling the mesh fabric off just enough for you to feel it. You expect him to get up; join you on the couch, or perhaps lead you back to the bedroom to get ready for bed. Instead, he shuffles up closer—still on the floor, hand still at your ankle—and bends down to press a kiss just above your knee, right beneath the hem of your dress, and then lays his head in your lap.

He sighs a little. You feel his hand tracing up your leg until his fingers catch the crook of your knee, thumb coming around to rub at the other side through your stocking.

“‘M so tired,” he all but groans into the fabric of your dress, and you give a quiet laugh. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious, we saw too many people today. If I have to interact with another person in the next forty-eight hours I might have a breakdown.”

“And whose fault is that, hm? Whose friends were they?”

At your teasing voice, he lifts his gaze to pout up at you through his lashes.

You laugh again, reaching down and pressing your palms to his cheeks, tilting his head further up towards you so that you can lean down and peck his nose.

“Does your social interaction ban include me?”

That pout deepens. He pulls away from your hold to bury his face in your lap again, hand trailing up your thigh and then over to wrap his arm around your legs so securely you can barely move them. When it speaks, the words are one again muffled by the fabric of your dress, and they make warmth bloom in your chest.

“Absolutely not. If I couldn’t be around you I think I’d die. You restore me.”

Random Haikyuu Prompts that I need the motivation to write

Atsumu carries your stuff, unprompted. Literally will not let you carry so much as a sheet of paper if he's around. It makes him feel needed, useful, even in some small way, to the person he loves.

Matsukawa just has his hands on you all the time. It's like muscle memory for him to have his hand in your back pocket, over your shoulders, looped through your arm; and don't think he's above squeezing or tapping your ass playfully in public.

Oikawa/Hinata being your deskmate at school and filling your notebooks and textbooks with doodles in the edges. The more obvious his feelings become, the cheesier those doodles get, to the point that your notebook edge is now nothing but hearts and cupids and other random lovey-dovey doodles.

Kuroo likes to feed you, has snacks on his person for you at all hours of the day, and there's a variety. He's learned your favourites through observation and trail and error, even brings you whole lunches sometimes. His excuse is that he made too much for himself.

Kenma's a biter. Soft nips to get your attention while you're cuddling or just randomly while you're just existing, he'll bite you pretty hard, it's his way of saying he loves you, the damn cat.

Kageyama gets manicures with you and likes to match with you. He's got no shame, he'll wear any colour you want, pink included, and rock it proudly. His absolute favourite is black though, loves matching black nails with you.

Sunset walks on the beach with Osamu, music playing from a speaker hanging off your wrist, hands swinging between you. That's it, that's the prompt.

Suna keeps an embarrassing picture of you as his lock screen and often lets people steal glances at it, just so he can tell people off if they make fun of you. On his home screen, is a picture of you, dressed to the nines, smiling while looking your absolute best just for him, and that one, no one else gets to see.

DRUNK PROPOSALS !

MIYA ATSUMU

KEIJI AKAASHI

OIKAWA TOORU

THANKING HIM FOR FLOWERS HE DIDN’T SEND PRANK

© ATSUMULOGY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. STRICTLY NO PLAGIARISM & REPOSTING OF MY CONTENT!

18:58 !

𖥨 feat. suna rintaro , in which suna tries to figure out how he knew that he loved you

content. fluff!!! love talk <3 swearing somewhere, suna family being cute as always

a/n. — this is how i feel about suna frfr. i love that man too too much guys jcnwnfkejf god i wanna kiss him so so bad! also this isn't proofread so please ignore my mistakes and don't forget to show some love <3 requests are now open btw

"how did you know you loved her?" suna stops chewing to look at his mother seated across from him with a little powerless glare.

"why ya asking, old woman?" he swallows his food before speaking, a stupid smirk possessing his lips which is soon wiped off when a kick is landed to his now aching shin by his own mother. "god, okay okay. what a mean lady. you gonna let her treat me like this rina?" the three year old covers her eyes with a grin making him scoff and mutter something about her being a little traitor.

"come on, rinnie. give me something, you never tell me anything anymore." the disappointing look in her eyes makes him cave because she is correct. he doesn't talk too much about what the two of you have. and not because there's nothing too say, but because there's not enough words to express it all for anyone outside of his own heart and mind.

suna thinks back to his mother's question. when did he realize that he was so irreparably in love with you? it wasn't when he asked you for a pencil as an excuse to talk to talk to you forgetting he had one in his hand. that was just sad. it couldn't be when you caught him banging his head on the vending machine after it stole his last dollar. that was embarrassing. it definitely wasn't when he complimented your hair and you cried because you felt like the most ugliest person that day when you didn't have time to get ready like usual. that shattered his heart.

perhaps it was when you let his sister brush your hair into unrepairable knots while playing hair salon because it made her smile when you would fawn over your brand new look. or maybe it was when you sat in between his legs after as he carefully pried the balls of hair apart, apologizing about his sister even though you really didn't mind.

what if it was when he woke up at 9:56 on a saturday morning and messaged you out of the blue asking if you wanted to go somewhere with him and you instantly said yes without asking for further information. it made suna happy that you were so quick to spend your time with him without a second guess.

suna considers the time you put on one of the vinyl's he bought specifically for your enjoyment when you mentioned liking the artist and pulled him out of his bed and into your arms, forcing him to dance slowly with you in the dark of his room, his galaxy lamp the only source of light at the moment. (bonus points for ending up with you on his lap and his tongue in your mouth.)

there's also the time he slept over at yours and you two laid up at 2am in the pitch black dark, only able to see your own hand when you held it out in front of you and confessed everything about yourselves to each other. from what hurt you the most to the things that made you warm inside. you kissed him for the first time that night when he said you made him the happiest.

so many times where suna knew he loved you and yet he couldn't pinpoint exactly which match lit the fire. maybe he's always loved you in someway, maybe that's why he couldn't think of jackshit to tell his mom.

suna starts to think that his love for you was never a when? or a how? or a where? suna knows he loves you and there's no reason for him to know the exact details when you light his soul on fire the way you do.

he wants to pick up the earth and run around you so you know that his world revolves around you and you only. he feels the need to hold your face and kiss you so hard that the two of you become one like ice melting in water. his heart feels like it might disintegrate into fucking pieces and build itself together again at the sight of your face. and still, he doesn't know where these feelings came from or when they suddenly appeared.

he decides that true love cannot be put into words because either you get the blessing to experience it or you don't. it's a once in a lifetime opportunity and he'll be damned if he ever takes a second to wish for anything other than it.

he thinks love is mysterious because you don't understand it the way you want to and it's the worst best feeling ever. being so oblivious, yet so aware at the same time.

suna believes that the only word to describe what he feels for you is love. love for your existence and love for you as a person. so, how did he know that he loves you?

he thinks of you. he thinks of your smile, your laugh, your memories, your voice, your energy, your presence and most importantly, how you make him feel.

suna just shakes his head and answers the only way people who have experienced this rare and unique feeling know how to answer when asked about it.

"i just knew."

ready, set, pay !

𖥨 feat. suna rintaro , in which you and your boyfriend suna fight over who will pay for this week's groceries

content. friendly relationship banter, swearing, suns wants to take care of you with his pro volleyball money but you're not having it, cashier is entertained, slight suggestive talk and comments, mention of impregnation

a/n. — as a cashier, i love when this happens, it's so cute and makes me laugh so i figured i'd write about it. don't forget to show some love, enjoy!! also this is NOT proofread so don't get on my ass for mistakes. requests are open <3

"are you gonna stand there and look pretty or help me unload this cart?" the look on your boyfriend's face says he's not impressed at your lack of contribution to this trip but you did tell him that if you did the shopping, he'd be doing the rest and you meant it.

"i think i'll stand here and look pretty. besides, you're almost finished anyways. it's almost like i did all of the shopping while you followed me around and whined about them not having your favorite protein bowls." the next box of pancake mix is slammed a little too hard onto the belt, your boyfriend mumbling something about how he should've stayed home, but you knew better than to be deceived by the whole 'i hate it here' act.

suna loved to grocery shop with you. he loved pushing the cart while you neatly put stuff inside of it and marked said item off of your cute little list with your cute little pen. he loved sneaking stuff into the cart just for you to act like you didn't see it and pay for it anyways. he loved when you asked him which flavor of cream cheese looked better or which new cereal you should try this time around. he loved the domesticity of it all.

he would mention every time how it weirdly turned him on to which you'd laugh and call him a freak, but if only you knew that he was not joking. it made him feel some type of way seeing you shop for groceries for y'all to eat at y'all's house under the roof you both owned. god he was gonna get hard thinking about it.

maybe he should put a baby inside of you to really add touch to the domestic feel of your relationship. he could see it now, you pushing his baby around in a stroller, picking out baby food and cute decorated bottles-

"suna rintaro." your boyfriend's far off gaze meets your own concerned eyes, "you good there?"

"yeah. sorry, baby." he puts the last few things on the belt before pushing the cart your way so that the bagger would have somewhere to put the many paper bags packed with things you two probably didn't need. "do you want a drink?"

suna opens the end cap fridge to retrieve a peach flavored celsius, grabbing another watermelon one for later knowing you'll be asking for a sip of his like you always do after denying his offer to get you your own drink.

"no thanks."

and like every other time, the cashier announces the overpriced total for all of the things sitting in the paper bags in your cart, but instead of suna pressing his apple watch to the corner of the terminal to pay, he nearly scoffs when you turn yours on to do the same.

"put that away, you know i pay for the groceries." his larger hand swats yours away when you get a little too close to the square reader for contactless payments.

"you paid last time meaning it's my turn. you paid for lunch so it's only fair."

"i paid for lunch because i like paying for you. you're my lover, it's my job."

"yeah well, you're my lover as well so therefore the job is also mine so move."

a small beep signaling the completion of a transaction is heard between your bickering and shoving making you pause, not too sure who just paid for the 214 dollar bill.

suna flips his watch to see the card information for apple pay still displayed, the words hold near reader mocking him from the tiny screen of his watch , but a small check mark and the words approved glowing on yours.

the cashier laughs as she hands you the unnecessarily long receipt as your bothered boyfriend stands scarily still next to you, imaginary holes being burned through your skull from his hard stare.

you can only roll your eyes at his dramatics and land a few pats to the firm muscles of his back with a reassuring smile, aware that he just truly loves taking care of the finances and anything that involves needing money since he's more than able to.

you wouldn't even have a job if it wasn't for his understanding that you want to be able to work for the things you want and experience having a successful career and hard earned money. another reason why you are also more than capable of paying for this week's groceries.

"push the cart for me big boy, we gotta put all this in the car." the six foot man before you visibly slumps at the thought, a small defeated sigh leaving his lips when you wrap an arm around his waist and pull him along with you to the full basket on wheels.

"i'm buying us dinner tonight." his voice is firm when he lays the not offer down.

"i know you will, baby."

"and i'm getting us smoothies before we go home." now you're smiling at his pettiness.

"yeah?"

"mhm."

"okay, pretty boy. buy us smoothies with all of your hard earned money from being such an amazing player. my sweet, generous, loving, rich boyfriend." now he's smiling that gorgeous smile that you love a little too much. the way he bites the inside of his cheek to hide just how much your words affect him makes you wanna kiss the lights out of him.

"shut up." he wants to trip you when you go walking past him with a little too much pep in your step. but you don't notice the hundred dollar bill he slips into the open zipper of your purse as you go by, setting a mental reminder to sneak in another one later when you're not paying attention because suna always pays for his lover.

Iwaizumi’s torn.

He knows he’s going to wear a costume for his first American Halloween but he’s not sure what to wear anymore.

His roommate cautioned him not to make the ‘Mean Girls’ mistake and, when Iwaizumi didn’t understand the reference, he explained that they’re not kids. The expectation for people their age was to wear something revealing. Something to show off their…goods…as his roommate put it.

Of course Iwaizumi didn’t know this until after he bought his inflatable Godzilla costume.

After class one day he asked you what to do.

“You’re probably overthinking this,” you assured him but went back to his dorm anyway to help.

Your face lit up at the Godzilla costume. “Oh my god why wouldn’t you want to wear this?!”

His heart did a little flip at your huge grin and he shyly said “I don’t know…It’s hard enough with the language barriers…I don’t want to stand out anymore than I already do…”

You took his concern seriously and went through his closet putting together another option.

And now it’s the Friday of Halloween weekend and he has to make a decision; he has to pick which one he’s going to wear to the party tonight, anxious for how it will set the tone for the rest of the weekend.

He stares between the deflated Godzilla, the costume for which he was really excited, and the ‘gym-bro’ costume you helped him make. The scantily cut and torn white t-shirt and fitted shorts were, as you put it, definitely going to catch the attention of anyone he wanted to impress.

But then there’s the other thing you said…when you paused in the hall and looked back at him…

“Really though, Hajime, wear the one that makes you happy. Anyone who judges you for wearing an awesome Godzilla costume doesn’t deserve to be your friend.”

He’s still stuck in the dilemma when there’s a knock at the door. “…Hello?”

The giant gray-painted cardboard box turns around and you smile from the roughly-cut hole in the middle. “Yo!” You salute but the arm holes limit how far you can reach and there’s something so corny about the gesture that he laughs.

“What are you supposed to be?” he asks with a huge grin, still laughing.

You grin back. “I’m a building, duh.” You point at the poorly drawn rectangles all over the box that he now understands are supposed to be windows.

“Okay but why?”

You shrug and it shifts the cardboard, scraping your chin. “So you don’t have to be the only one dressed up in a regular costume if you want to be Godzilla. You know,” you gesture to your body and wiggle in a way like you’re dancing, “Godzilla always stomps through a city in the movies, right? It’s like a…thing…”

Your words trail off at his lack of reaction and you clear your throat. “Yeah I probably should have asked first.” You grimace. “Look I have my own version of a gym costume on underneath so if this is weird–”

“No.” He stares at you intently. “It’s not weird.”

“Are you sure?” you ask searching his expression. And he nods.

“It’s awesome. I’ll be right out,” he says catching the grin that lights your face back up before he closes the door.

Not for the first time since he met you he wishes he had the words to tell you what he’s feeling.

How the excitement bursts in his chest like fireworks as he climbs into the costume and inflates it.

How the happiness sparkles under his skin as you walk across campus together, laughing and having fun.

How his confidence surges like a tsunami when Godzilla’s not only welcomed but becomes the life of the party with the clever building at his side. 

How his cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much on the dance floor with you.

As the two of you walk back to the freshmen dorms, sweaty and tired in your costumes he says one of the only things he can think of:

“Thank you.”

You turn to him, the battered and creased cardboard of your building still stiff around your face. “For what?”

He flicks the top of the building and you smirk.

“You’re welcome, Hajime.” As you look at him your smirk softens into a smile. “I just wanted you to have fun tonight.

“I did,” he assures you and feels his heart soften.

“Good. And you didn’t need the gym-bro costume anyway.” You give him an obnoxious look up and down. “I saw how many people were checking out Godzilla.”

He snorts. “Probably not as many checking out the building.”

“What can I say, people just want me for my amenities.” You do your strange boxy dance again and he laughs, missing the way your eyes shine at the sound, the way you smile as if you’d do anything to hear it again.

“Happy Halloween, Hajime.”

thanking hq boys for flowers they didn't get you

featuring: iwazumi hajime, tsukishima kei, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto koutaro, oikawa tooru, ukai keishin

warnings: use of pet names ("love" x1 kiyoomi, x2 iwa; "angel" x2 atsumu; "princex" x1 oikawa), strong language in tsukki's

autumn's note: i came up with this last night and thought it was incredible im back in my smau era <3

taglist: @tetsunova @sakusaww @sexyandcringe @ri-days @gunnedrobin @loyenne

𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

*.ﾟ Kuroo x reader

*.ﾟ wc: 1.1k

*.ﾟ for my dear luna<3 @writingbymoonlight thank you so much for partcipating in my event !! i hope you like it :’)

after long days of studying and working hard, going to the park near your apartment for a walk was something that helped ease your mind. taking in your surroundings, watching the little animals run by, and of course, people watching helped cleanse your mindset. 

although today, it was different. insecurities ran through your head as you thought about an upcoming deadline. even though everything was completed, you felt like something was missing. 

𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

*.ﾟ Kuroo x reader

*.ﾟ wc: 1.1k

*.ﾟ for my dear luna<3 @writingbymoonlight thank you so much for partcipating in my event !! i hope you like it :’)

after long days of studying and working hard, going to the park near your apartment for a walk was something that helped ease your mind. taking in your surroundings, watching the little animals run by, and of course, people watching helped cleanse your mindset. 

although today, it was different. insecurities ran through your head as you thought about an upcoming deadline. even though everything was completed, you felt like something was missing. 

WHEN HE LOSES YOU AT THE MALL

⇢ Oikawa Torū, Bokuto Kotaro, Kenma Kozume, Akaashi Keiji, Kita Shinsuke, Miya Osamu, Semi Eita, Kuroo Tetsuro 

ꨄ OIKAWA Toru | He wanders off after thirty minutes at Sephora. The smell of the perfumes were starting to overwhelm him. He returns twenty minutes later to find you gone. “Y/N?” He whisper-yells at every aisle. Pulling out his phone, he tries to call you only to realize it was out of battery. A smart and efficient man, he doesn’t run around trying to find you, he heads straight to customer service. “Hi ma’am, I seem to have lost my baby, can you please make an announcement telling her daddy is looking for her? Her name is Y/N.” “yeah no problem.” “Y/N, Y/N, please come to customer service, your daddy is looking for you.” You roll your eyes as soon as you hear the announcement, only your husband would refer to himself in public as daddy. “how old is your child?” she whispers to Oikawa, although her voice still broadcasting, “oh she’s not my child, she’s my wife.” The woman gasps slightly, “sir that is not appropr—” the announcement cuts off, making you giggle as you make your way over to customer service to claim your husband.

ꨄ BOKUTO Kotaro | You told him you were going to go return something real quick and you’ll meet him back at the exact same place. He said he’d stay put, except he didn’t. Bokuto wanted to surprise you by following you to the store, it would’ve been kind of cute if he didn’t follow the wrong person. “boo!” The woman turns around and yelps. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I thought you were my girlfriend.” He then realizes two things: 1) he doesn’t know which store you’re at 2) he can’t find his way back to your meeting location. He pokes his head into every store at first whisper-yells your name. He decides to just shout, “Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?” on repeat. He didn’t care about the weird looks, he just had to find you. You paid no attention to the weird yelling until people around you started to say, “Y/N, come out already so this man can stop shouting.” You run towards the sound of his voice and see two security guards talking to him. “there she is!” He points at you. “I’m so sorry for causing trouble officers.” As soon as the guards were gone, you smack him on the chest. “Ko! couldn’t you just call me?” “oh yeah” He smiles sheepishly as you shake your head.

ꨄ KENMA Kozume | It’s definitely his fault for losing you. You told him to stay put for five minutes, but how could he when he sees the newest Playstation on display. You find him easily of course, “babe, I’m going to check out the sale at Nordstrom.” “uh-huh, okay.” He replies without registering what you had said. By the time he finishes playing, his phone is out of battery and he has no idea what you had gone. Too shy to go to customer service and to yell, Kenma decides to just visit every store you could’ve possibly gone to. After the tenth store, the tenth being Victoria Secret and getting weird looks, Kenma has had enough. Finally musters up the courage to go to customer service to borrow the phone. “where are you?!” He exclaims angrily. “I’m at Nordstrom. And what are you getting angry for? I told you.” Kenma suddenly remembers your words and sulks all the way over to Nordstrom, frustrated he spent all that time looking for you.

ꨄ AKAASHI Keiji | Rarely loses you, but today, you just had to run off after hearing word that Bretman Rock was at the same mall as you. Akaashi returns to your table confused with your smoothie in hand. At first just sits down at the table, hoping you’ve just run off to the bathroom. When you don’t return after ten minutes, Akaashi calls you. “babe where are you? I got the smoothie already?” “Keiji I can’t talk right now, it’s almost my turn. Oh Bretman!” The phone cuts off. Akaashi thinks to himself “who the heck is Bretman.” Starts to get worried, “is Bretman an ex I didn’t know about?” Tries to call you again only to get more worried when it goes straight to voicemail. Starts pacing back and forth until he sees the flyer, “Youtube Beauty Guru Bretman Rock Fanmeet at 2F”. Akaashi visibly relaxes as he makes his way over to the fan meet, thinking how your smoothie has turned into juice by now.

ꨄ KITA Shinsuke | The only reason he lost you was because you excitedly got out of the elevator at the wrong floor and the door closes before you could hop back in. “babe, just stay there i’ill come find you!” “okay!” The door closes and your husband sighs. Getting off at the floor above, Kita starts to make his way down, hoping you would actually stay put. He sighs again when he doesn’t see you waiting for him. He pulls out his phone, only to see there was no reception. Immediately, looks around and once he realizes this was the floor with all the makeup counters, Kita was able to find you. Just as he suspected, you were in Sephora. “honey, what’d I say about waiting for me by the elevator?” “I did wait for a bit, but then I realized you’ll be able to find me, you always do”. You smile so sweetly, Kita couldn’t help but smile back. “That’s true. So what’d you got in your basket there?”