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kageyamatobiyogurt · 3 years

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haikyuu boyfriends singing pt. 2

a/n: honestly i wrote this as soon as i finished the first part lmao, i had so much fun with these.

includes: ushijima, tendou, iwaizumi, bokuto, osamu

part 1

ushijima:

honestly prefers to listen to you and he always smiles softly at the little dance moves you do

he’s not super shy with singing but he gets so focuses on you he forget to join sometimes

ngl it makes him fall a little harder every time

but he will join a little during the choruses if he knows the song

his voice is so deep and soothing

he hums absentmindedly if you two are cuddling and it’s the most relaxing thing

the best position is when he’s laying on his back and your head is on his chest as he pulls you close

you can feel the vibrations from within him as he hums and lulls you to sleep

hums you love songs awie

think: cherry wine by hozier

tendou:

this boy is ENERGY ENERGY ENERGY

also one to listen to a pretty wide range of music but so much of his playlists are fast paced songs and general shit that goes hard

can rap? impressively fast? and he doesn’t miss a beat nor run out of breath it’s crazy

he’s also not that much of a broadway fanatic but he still managed to memorize all of hamilton - all two hours and forty-five minutes of it

he listens to select musicals because songs with characters and a story are pretty fun too

such a dork because a good 10% of his brain is just dedicated to anime openings too

the most fun to sing along with because he gets into character and everything - the facial expressions are immaculate

omg he sung you never ever getting rid of me from waitress and it was the sweetest thing ugh

“oh, im gonna love you so!” is his favorite line to belt to you

he was dancing around your kitchen one sunday morning while you made breakfast just serenading you

literally takes your hand to give you a small twirl or maybe he’s just dancing with you in his arms

he loves to see you giggle and smile

his voice is pretty funky, not perfect, but still fun to listen to

i mean have you heard those vocals *baki baki ni OOre*

he tickles right under your chin when he gets close to you, nose scrunching in adoration

iwaizumi:

okay he’ll huff if you try to force him and he’s not really feeling it

he refuses at first a lot of the time

but because it’s you he caves a lot too, he’ll sing every other line while sneaking an arm around your waist

okay but it really gets good if you get him a little drunk because any restraint is gone

you play his favorite song while he’s tipsy? he’s grabbing the mic (if there is one) from you

pls but he also sounds so sAD for some reason - regardless of what song is actually playing

he’s going all out there’s no stopping him

mans sang need you now by lady antebellum and that shit was beyond funny

mans’ voice was HURT as he belted the lyrics

“and i nEED yOU noOOW” he half-wails, one hand clutching yours as his eyes are shut

you managed to get a video and he gets so grumpy when he finds out

his ears are pink and his face has a very visible scowl

mans doesn’t sing in front of you for a month :(

bokuto:

knows every song on the radio, like i swear he doesn’t miss a lyric EVER

his body just bumps to the beat of whatever’s playing

he’ll insert claps and very wild dance moves too lmao

it’s a slight safety hazard but we love the energy

probably the kind to look forward to karaoke - gets the most excited to go up

honestly he’s the life of the party

bo gets a little too emotional with the songs omg

PLS he legit teared up while he was singing once

you turned away for one second and when you looked back, his hair was droopy and his eyes were watery someone hold this baby

the song: total eclipse of the heart by bonnie tyler

really fell apart at “every now and then i fall apart”

you gotta pause the song to ask if he’s okay omg

when the song pauses he totally snaps out of it and wipes away his tears without giving them a second thought

if you play a hype song right after he’s all bouncy again like ???

osamu:

sings better than atsumu and atsumu hates him for it

see it’s because he doesn’t overdo it, he’s pretty casual and he isn’t loud like his twin

he tends to sing if he’s cooking and just lost in his own world

this baby makes small random songs while he’s working

“mix mix mix the egg,” he goes, making your heart swell ugh

even if you catch him he’ll deny he ever did it

but some days you two are in that cute mood while you cook in the kitchen together and you’re both humming and singing random things

he also has a habit of singing steps of cooking to tunes of actual songs or swapping out random lyrics

think- royals by lorde

but instead of “and we’ll never be ROyals” it’ll be “and they’ll never be OMelettes” when he accidentally broke them

it’s so cute and he’ll blush if you tease him, maybe even threaten to not give you any food

but kiss his jaw and he’ll met like putty anyway haha

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caitofcaithall · 4 years

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scales & stars [1/?]

[Stucky fairytale retelling // my masterpost]

CHAPTER ONE

Bucky’s family occupied a precarious place in the village.

His mother was a midwife, and she was respected far and wide - not only for the birthing of babies, but for her general good nature and willingness to help any who asked for her healing. His father, on the other hand, was not possessed of such a nature. George was tolerated by his neighbors, but his quick rise to anger and slow descent into peace made him popular only with the other drunkards at the tavern.

Because George was unreliable, and his skill as a farmer had been depleted somewhere along the family tree, his mother Winifred had to bring in the lion’s share of the family’s money and bartered goods. She assisted in childbirth. She grew herbs and made medicines. She had a deft skill with a needle. And when she was particularly busy - through the late months of summer and into the autumn - she would often take one of her children with her as she attended injured fathers and laboring mothers. Bucky, and his sisters, were able to help with simple tasks such as drawing water, or were able to play with the other children of the household - as much a distraction for those who needed it as a reward for Winifred’s own brood.

And it just so happened that when Winifred was called to attend the lady of the manor house that lay on the outskirts of the village, Bucky was chosen to go along with her.

He hadn’t seen his mother much that week. She’d been busy, and his care, along with his younger sisters, had been generally left to the neighbor-woman who hadn’t any children of her own. (Or, when his father claimed responsibility, he was allowed to run wild and tend to himself. But that was supposed to be a secret that they weren’t to tell Mama.)

That day, however, she had been granted a reprieve. She’d woken Bucky with his favorite breakfast, and sang all the best songs as she’d put their cottage to rights through the morning. They were just about to sit down to lunch when the messenger came, and Bucky pouted all the way out the door.

“Hurry along, Buck,” Winifred murmured as he scrambled up the hillside beside her. “We mustn’t keep the Lady waiting.”

Why not? Bucky thought crossly, but instead of saying the words out loud, he’d only stumbled faster along behind. His eye lit on a decent sized rock - big enough for something truly exciting to be hiding underneath - but even though his fingers itched for a stick to poke it with, he hurried along his mother’s wake. He saw one of his friends outside, with a ball in one hand and a chicken feather in the other, and thought about saying hello, but he knew better. He hadn’t even had time to finish his lunch - he’d had to bring half of it along with him, and he’d swallowed a piece of bread before he’d finished chewing. He imagined he could still feel the lump of it in his throat. If he wasn’t allowed to finish lunch, he surely wouldn’t be allowed to stop and say hello and ask what that chicken feather was for.

It did not help Bucky’s irritation that the hillside was rocky and slick from recent rain, and that he’d slid and fell and torn the skin of one knee. He wanted to cling to his mother’s skirts and beg for comfort, but all she did was gently ease him up with a smile before wrapping her shawl more tightly around herself and urging them forward again.

When they reached the great house, the Lord himself was outside to greet them. He barely spared a glance for Bucky. Instead, he took the healer’s bag from Winifred, the one filled with all of her herbs and potions and equipment, and offered her his arm, quickly escorting her to the chamber where his Lady lay, red faced and whimpering.

Winifred was at her side immediately. “I know it hurts,” she soothed. “But you’re doing well so far. I need you to take some deep breaths with me, my lady.”

Bucky tuned out the rest - the quick instructions for water, and inquiries about the lady’s pain. He’d never been inside the great house before. The room they were brought to had no windows, which Bucky thought was very odd. It was lit by a fire in the hearth, and candles and lamps placed on all the surfaces. When Winifred directed him to the far corner, he went, sitting obediently, but turned around right away to see the picture formed on the heavy tapestry at his back. He’d never seen such a large picture before! On it, a knight raised a spear against a large, horned red dragon.

He wondered whether or not the knight won or the dragon won. The knight’s face was not very kind. Bucky knew better than to admit that sort of thing out loud, but he did wonder if maybe it would be better for the dragon to eat him. After all, it looked like the dragon was in front of a cave, and surely he could be excused for killing a trespasser to his home?

It seemed to take forever. Usually, his mama would let him go play. Or he’d get a job to do - boiling water, or singing, or something. But there were servants here to do all of the jobs, and he wasn’t allowed to wander off. All he could do was sit there and scowl.

And then it was over.

Bucky climbed up on his knees and watched as his Mama smiled and brushed her hair back from her face before bending forward again to wrap a little pink faced, wailing girl child in a bundle of cloth. She placed the bundle in the new mother’s arms - except instead of smiling, the woman grimaced and started before crying out, “I think… there’s something - oh!”

She gave a great big groan, and Mama passed the girl-child off to one of the other ladies clustered around the bed, and when the lady finished grunting, Winifred was holding something else in her hands, except it didn’t look like a baby.

It was green. And it had - what appeared to be, anyway - scales.

Bucky’s eyes grew wide as he stared at the thing, and then he whipped his head around to look back at the tapestry.

It was Winifred who asked the question that filled the room. “What is this?”

The scaly thing opened its eyes and blinked. A forked tongue flicked through the air.

“It’s a monster,” the lady wailed, but Bucky only grinned.

He’d never known that people could give birth to snakes before. He thought it was fascinating.

“It - well, it can’t be!” Winifred exclaimed, and tried to pass the creature to its mother, but the lady pushed her hands away.

“Set it over there,” the lady ordered, her voice weak. She gestured to the crib. “I don’t know what to do with it.”

It seemed to Bucky that if the lady had had the creature inside of her like a baby, then she ought to hold it close and calm it, like she was doing with the little girl-child. But no one asked him.

Neither did they ask him later, when they discovered the creature was missing from its crib, but he saw what happened.

The creature had risen up on scaled body, peeking over the side at his mother and the servants that bustled to and fro, cleaning the sweat from her body and rolling her onto her side in order to clean the bed. The creature’s eyes were wide open, and full of intelligence - and hurt feelings.

And instead of staying put for someone to deal with him later, he slithered down the side of the crib, paused to look back at the doorway, and slipped out the crack underneath the door.

[My plan is to update again on Monday, but ngl, likes and reblogs help me stay motivated, if you’re so inclined! Want something else to read in the meantime? Here’s my masterpost!]

#stucky #fairytales #omegaverse #i think anyway #my writing #scales and stars

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