#haikyuu wedding

[hoperenae]

Chapter 15: 8 years later...

TROUBLESOME TRIO - SMAU

SYNOPSIS: You’ve been close friends with Kenma and Kuroo for years. You grew up in the same neighborhood as them until you moved away a few years ago. You could count on them to be there for you through anything, so when you break up with your boyfriend and seek their comfort, they are right there to dry your tears (via texting, but still). But what happens when one of them develops romantic feelings for you? Is the trio in jeopardy?

PREVIOUS — SERIES MASTERLIST

⁂ the night before ⁂

⁂ the next day ⁂

“Kenma, we wore a tie every day back in high school. How the hell do you not remember how to tie one?” Kuroo snapped.

“You expect me to remember something from that long ago? Chill out, Kuroo.” Kenma held his tie out, waiting for his best friend to grab it and help him.

“Sorry,” Kuroo muttered. He grabbed the tie and wrapped it around his own neck to tie it before handing it back to his best man. “I guess I’m just a little on edge today.”

“Why?” Kenma slid the tie onto his neck and tightened it, cringing at the uncomfortable feeling formalwear always gave him. 

Kuroo unconsciously ran a hand through his messy hair, undoing the effort he had put in earlier to tame it. He sighed.

“Everything’s going to change, isn’t it?” Kuroo glanced over at Kenma with wary eyes. He sat down in a chair and put his head in his hands. Seeing how genuinely anxious Kuroo seemed, Kenma decided not to be snarky and instead went for a genuine response.

“Everything’s already changed, hasn’t it? But we’re still here. The unbreakable trio, as you two call it. I don’t think a piece of paper and y/n’s last name changing is going to break us up.”

“He’s right, you know.” You appeared in the doorway, wedding dress sparkling in the sunlight streaming in from the windows. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw your fiance. His all-black tux was slim-fitting, showing off his strong shoulders and toned legs. You could hardly believe this was the same boy who wore a hoodie and jeans on your first date all those years ago.

Kuroo’s hand shot up in front of his eyes. “Excuse me, miss! I’m not supposed to see you right now! Do you want to curse our marriage?” 

You cackled, the laugh that always made Kuroo weak in the knees. “Oh come on, you don’t really believe in that stuff, do you? Besides, it’s boring over in the bridal suite. All three of our moms are in there crying and sharing memories of us as kids.”

You walked over to where your almost-husband was sitting (damn, he looked good) and placed your hands on his, slowly lowering them from his face. As soon as his eyes opened, tears were forming in them. From the corner of your eye, you saw Kenma crack a small smile.

“My god, you’re beautiful,” he croaked, reaching out to delicately touch a strand of your long curled hair. You leaned in and brought him to you so his head was nestled into your chest.

“Tears of joy are the only acceptable tears today,” you said. “No anxious tears allowed.”

“You’re not worried?” Kuroo lifted his face from you and stood up.

“About the unbreakable trio? Hell no.” You smiled and motioned for Kenma to come over. He rolled his eyes, fully aware of what was about to happen. You pulled the two most important men in your life into a fierce hug. You buried your face in their hair, taking in their familiar and comforting smells. 

“Kuroo, we’re ready for you,” the wedding planner called from the doorway. “Oh, good, y/n and Kenma, you’re here too. We’ll need you to get in your position as well.” 

“We’ll be right there,” Kuroo replied. Once the planner had left the room, you grabbed Kuroo’s hands in yours and kissed both of them. 

“See you soon,” you said. He kissed your forehead in response.

A few minutes later, you and Kenma were standing outside the doors to the chapel. Through the glass panels in the doors, you could see Kuroo standing at the front next to the minister, smiling nervously.

You faintly heard the minister say, “All rise in honor of the bride.”

“Ready?” Kenma asked, holding his arm out for you to grab. You were already tearing up. There’s no one else you could have imagined walking you down the aisle on this day.

“Ready.” You nodded as the music began.

The ushers opened the doors and you took your first step toward your future, with your boys by your side.

FUN FACTS

+ Kuroo proposed to y/n at the spot they went on their first date

+ They are getting married on the same day as their first date (aka their dating anniversary)

+ y/n's dad is an asshole so he was not invited to the wedding. She asked Kenma to walk her down the aisle 😭😭

+ y/n remained friends with the Karasuno boys throughout the years and kept up with their lives and careers

+ Ohmygod you guys I can't believe I finally finished this 😅 but seriously thank you so much to everyone who reads this all the way to the end. You are the reason I keep writing <333

If you want to continue to support me and read my stuff, I will be continuing my Haikyuu fanfic, Turning Heads. Lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist! I appreciate all the feedback! Please enjoy!!!

TAGLIST: @celcero @sugaslilsugabby @soudahearts @marveloussupernerd @tumbledor3 @hai1q

#i'm lowkey proud of this very cheesy/corny ending #i didn't know how else to wrap it up tbh #and i had a lot of fun writing this scene and felt all the feels #ugh i love these boys so much #THANKS FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL #haikyuu smau #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #kuroo tetsuro #kozume kenma #tanaka ryuunosuke #nishinoya yuu #tsukishima kei #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #karasuno #nekoma #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu wedding #volleyball #anime #smau

[amalasdraws]

My final pic for last years @iwaoiweddingzine

#iwaoi #iwaoi wedding zine #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu zine #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime

[chimielie]

“do you ever think about getting married?”

“um,” atsumu looks at you over his phone screen. “no? we’re babies, dude.”

“we’re twenty,” you sigh, and he watches as you kick your legs up and settle them over his, hooking a hand around your ankle and rubbing his thumb in circles over the nub of bone. “i want to get married.”

“you don’t even have a boyfriend,” he scoffs. “who’re ya gonna marry?”

“i dunno,” your eyes are heavy-lidded, hazy. talking for the sake of talking. he’s listening for the sake of you. “i want… a frat wedding?”

“a what?” he puts his phone down, dropping all semblance of disinterest.

“like, when the american universities have everyone get really drunk and do a pretend wedding for fun. i just want to put streamers everywhere and have a tacky balloon arch and pretend to get married. i want to wear a veil and a miniskirt.”

“okay,” atsumu says hazily, suddenly very aware of the shortness of your shorts and the bareness of the leg he’s touching. miniskirt… “let’s have a frat wedding.”

suddenly, you let out a big huff of air and tip your head back.

“what’s up?” he asks.

“i remembered i don’t have anyone to marry,” you explain. “so no fake wedding.”

you look so dejected, and the corners of your lips are turned down in a pout, and atsumu’s honestly still dedicating about 60% of his brainspace to miniskirt.

“i’ll marry ya,” he says, a little too quickly.

“really?” you say hopefully. “you know that means you’re gonna have to kiss me, right? in front of all of our friends.”

“sounds high-pressure,” atsumu says, lifting your legs out of his lap and setting them aside so he can leverage himself over your prone form. “we’d better start practicin’ now so i don’t embarrass myself.”

#shorts! #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #context for this is it is a very hot summer day so no one’s brain is working right #and atsumu and reader both have unacknowledged feelings for each other (duh) #and today my boyf agreed to fake marry me for my 21st birthday (win!) thus. frat wedding #haikyuu!! x reader

[bagsyy]

ONLY FOOLS RUSH IN

warnings! 18+ mdni, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), slight throatfucking/overstim if you squint, cum swallowing, lovesick atsumu. 1.6k words not proofread at all because if i look at it again i’ll throw up. happy birthday atsumu<3

atsumu’s brain has felt hazy for a while now. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it had started though. he didn’t have the mental fortitude to. he’s not sure if it began when he saw a glimpse of you getting ready in the bathroom. you were sitting atop the counter wearing one of his shirts as you curled your eyelashes. you pretended to scold him for daring to look at you before the wedding.

“it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, dummy. if we ever get divorced it’s gonna be your fault” you say, hitting the tube of mascara against the heel of your palm.

“want me to piss with my eyes closed?” atsumu snaps his head at you. “i’m not that talented, baby.”

“you know what? i think i’m actually getting cold feet. maybe we shouldn’t get married.” atsumu is silent for a moment before he leans back and pokes his head through the crack in the door. “really? they seemed pretty warm to me when you were beggin me to book the next flight here. ‘i just wanna get married, tsumu! i don’t wanna wait! i’ll marry you right now.’” he mocks you in a high-pitched voice.

“that is not what i sound like! can you save the theatrics for when you’re not actively pissing?” you side eye him, unable to prevent yourself from letting out a soft laugh. “m’trying to get ready, atsumu. i don’t wanna look ugly when we get married in front of an elvis impersonator.”

“sweetheart, we both know that’s impossible” atsumu says as he walks to the sink next to where you’re sat atop the bathroom counter. “you tryin to look good for another man? you’re killin me” atsumu’s honey colored eyes lock with yours, and you swear he’s never looked more lovesick in his life.

it was only after that, he decided, that you were really killing him.

it was his idea to do a “first look” in the hotel room before the two of you left to get hitched. his argument was that a lot of people get married in las vegas, what if he loses you in the crowd and he accidentally marries the wrong person because he can’t remember the dress you were wearing?

your phone is propped up on the window, hidden from atsumu’s view but still in the perfect position to capture this moment. the two of you are standing back to back, and you can feel him getting antsy as he clenches and unclenches his hands, fiddling with the sleeves of his suit. it’s cute, really, how soft atsumu gets when he’s with you. his heart never ceases to pound every time you take his hand in yours and squeeze it three times. when you kiss the crease between his furrowed eyebrows when his stress is visibly consuming him. when it’s 3 in the morning and you can’t sleep, so you softly whisper atsumu’s name until he wakes up and you beg him to stay up with you so you have someone to talk to.

“okay. we turn around on three.” you reach behind you, searching for atsumu’s hand with your own. his fingers intertwine with yours as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, feeling the absolute rock on your left hand brush against his knuckles. “one, two, three” you turn around to face each other, and atsumu looks like he’s about to pass out. the two of you are completely unable to form any coherent thoughts, just softly laughing in shock as you take each other in.

atsumu looks handsome as ever, messy blonde hair styled into something more neat and presentable. he looks like a husband, you think to yourself. you imagine a day where the two of you are sat out on your front porch, watching the sun setting over the horizon as soft beams of light glimmer on the laugh lines and crows feet adorning atsumu’s face. and you swear you’ll love him then just as much as you do right now.

atsumu smoothes his hands over his suit jacket. “damn baby, i’m feelin a little underdressed next to you.” you don’t miss how his voice quivers ever so slightly. “you didn’t tell me you were gonna look this gorgeous.”

your hand is still in his, and he lifts your arm up to get a better look at you. your dress is simple, satin, knee length with a slight v-neckline. it’s not the most intricate dress, but it’s timeless. elegant. you’re wearing a simple gold necklace, one that atsumu gave you, that sits pretty on your collarbones. his favorite part about your entire getup is, by far, your veil. it’s secured to your hair with a pretty white bow and stops just a little bit past your shoulders. atsumu wipes the smallest tear from the corner of his eyes and sniffles a little bit before pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you. in typical atsumu fashion, his hand slides down to grab a handful of your ass and you jump in surprise. “c’mon let’s make you a miya” atsumu grins.

the next two hours are a complete blur. you were all satin and soft skin, and atsumu felt like he was going to pass out at any given moment. he hardly remembers anything, really. he’s extremely grateful that you found a chapel that included a recording of the ceremony in the cost, because the only thing he can remember at this very moment is the man in the pink suit and aviator glasses telling him to kiss his bride. he’s been ready to marry you for nearly as long as he’s loved you, and there was nothing else going on inside his little brain besides making you his wife.

but now, here in this hotel room, he’s sure he’s been lobotomized.

“atsumu” you pout as you pull away from his cock, resting your head against his toned thigh. “you’re gonna rip my veil.” your hand squeezes his sensitive tip, demanding his attention.

“shit, shit baby m’sorry. just tryin to hold it for you” he throws his head back into the pillow, upset by the sudden loss of warmth from your mouth. “i’ll buy you another one just—please. please baby” he whines. “what kinda wife would leave me hangin like that?” he peers down at you, grinning ever so slightly. it’s amazing how he still manages to be cocky when you have him like this.

“what kind of husband-” you pause, softly nipping his inner thigh, placing a feather light kiss on it as an apology, “-rips his wife’s veil because he can’t keep still when his dick is in her mouth?”

“said m’sorry” he whines, throwing one of his arms over his eyes. you place more kisses along his inner thigh, slowly making your way back to his cock. you kiss the base of his shaft, trailing all the way up to his leaky tip. it jumps with every single kiss. “do something. please, angel.”

you give in, lightly licking the underside of his dick before taking him into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around him and he bucks into you, fat tip hitting the back of your throat. atsumu groans as you swallow around him. you try your best not to gag, but atsumu is too fucking big. no matter how many times you’ve done this, it still takes you a second to become fully accustomed to him.

“god damn baby, shit” atsumu’s lower abdomen begins to twitch as you continue to bob your head. “so pretty. y’look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. so fuckin’ messy.” and he’s right. between the heated makeout session that led up to this and the sheer amount of spit that’s on atsumu’s dick, what’s left of your crimson red lipstick is smeared all over the both of your faces, on his thighs, near the base of his cock. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

your hand left hand strokes what can’t fit in your mouth as you continue to swipe your tongue on the underside of his fat pink tip, and your right hand moves to cup his balls. he looks so fucking pretty like this. you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every pretty sound your husband makes. you moan around him, and his hand grips your hair (and veil) just a little bit tighter. atsumu is whimpering at this point, face beet red as he looks down at you.

“gonna make me cum. please make me cum. you gonna swallow, pretty girl?”

you let out a soft hum, giving him an unspoken “yes.” he doesn’t last much longer after that, spilling his seed into your mouth with a deep groan. he moans your name and babbles something about how much he loves his pretty wife, how you’re so perfect, so good for him. you swallow everything he gives you, and you kiss his tip as you take him out of your mouth. not being able to resist the urge, you start to jerk him off, and he lets out a choked sob.

“okay, okay. s’enough. it’s enough baby, fuck” he tugs on his blonde hair, back arching.

“oh? is it, though?” you coo at him, admiring the way he looks right now. he constantly does the same shit to you, eating you out until your legs lock and you can’t stop shaking. but when he’s the one on the receiving end, he’s far whinier.

atsumu grabs you by your wrist and pulls you on top of him before you can overstimulate him any further. you yelp as you fall onto his chest, placing your head on his shoulder. “wanna kiss my wife now” he pouts, tilting his head to kiss you. he can taste himself on your tongue and it makes him sigh into your mouth. he runs his fingers down your back, tracing the curvature of your spine. “that was some of your best work, mrs. miya.”

#remember when i said trashy vegas wedding w atsumu? #remember #this post is sponsored by orange celsius and za #sorry for making atsumu so pathetic it’s because he is pathetic #thank you to my baby leah for entertaining my atsumu brainrot for the past month #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu miya smut #en ess eff double you

[rinablet]

story behind a kiss

#sugawara koushi #daichi sawamura #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #tsukishima kei #daisuga #hq #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #featuring my oc: daisuga's cat ninja! #since the cat's named after hinata he was tasked with watching him during the wedding #mworks #long post

[leoppipi]

In the Spring

#tsukikage #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio #HQ #Haikyuu #done for the tsukikage wedding zine

[lowkeyremi]

Crushes (11 y/o Akemi n 7 y/o Kentaro)

“He’s so cute mama! I wonder if he likes me back!?” Your daughter was squealing to you about her crush. It’s so innocent and cute that you can’t bother to be upset about how much your little girl has grown. Kentaro is sitting at the table finishing homework and you’re preparing for dinner. “Don’t do anything rash little girl, you’re only eleven.”

Before a response can even reach her lips your husband is walking through the door greeting everyone. He kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around your waist. “What is it that you don’t want Akemi to do too quickly?” He asks his head resting on your shoulder as you slice the carrots and potatoes for the pot roast.

You giggle. “I think you should hear it from her.” His eyes flicker over to his daughter, “well?” She groans. “Mama, whyyyy?” You can just feel Bokuto pouting. “Well.. um. So there’s this boy I li-” she can’t even finish her sentence because your husband lets out a dramatic gasp. “A BOY? YOU’RE BARELY ELEVEN!” She giggles, “Papa, I’ll be twelve in two weeks.” He pouts even more arms still wrapped around your waist.

“I’m not letting you date a boy until you’re sure he can treat you as well as I treat Mama.” You shake your head at his statement. “Not saying I don’t want the best for our little girl, but don’t you think that’s a little much? You go above and beyond most men, Ko.” He scoffs, “exactly, until one of those stinky little boys are willing to go above and beyond for my little girl, she’s off limits.” Your precious Akemi whines at this but it’s for the best.

Bokuto’s sweet girl is only to have the best boy possible. He’s told you plenty of times he’ll go to jail for beating up any kid who breaks your daughter’s heart. You think he’s joking but it’s Bokuto so you can never be too sure.

#He is the most protective dad ever #Forget his daughter’s standards he has his own standards for his daughter #He’s definitely bawling his eyes out at her wedding #anyway #akemi bokuto #bokuto x reader #kotaro bokuto #bokuto #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu characters as dads #haikyuu #dad!haikyuu #haikyuu dads

[brainwroms]

dont even ask dont even question my design this is for me when i was 12 and hated the haikyuu fandom with my full heart becayse i was crazy and had too specific ideas for the characters. anyways oiushi yuri in that order aka the ship i have a lovehate on and off relationship with. if ushijima was a lesbian she'd be pretty miserable in her teen years this is objective fact

#haikyuu #ushijima wakatoshi #oikawa tooru #fem!ushijima #fem!oikawa #oiushi #ushioi #actually not but tagging is tagging #myart #understand that im an ushijima guy first and foremosr and proceed #before dsmp i was annoying about haikyuu but it was mostly in my head or in groupchats #K. i havent posted a single wedding ushijima on this blog to preserve dignity but youknow whoever follows my ig probably already #OK #do not trust in mainstream haikyuu fanon trust in my crazed mutilated haikyuu fanon #in truth its best to just roll with the happy go lucky sincerely warm haikyuu but today im not drawing that

[ultimate-anime-tournament]

Ultimate Anime Tournament: Round 1, Matchup 71

#wedding peach #ronja the robber's daughter #haikyuu #polls #round 1

[frobby]

Lets all name fanfics that formulatively changed our lives

Ill go first: there's this haikyuu kenhina fanfic where Kenma works at CVS and every time I see a CVS I think 'Kenma work there'

#Kenma was a witch and it was a man door hand hook car door crackfic #Actually one of my favorites of all time lowkey #My other haikyuu fanfic is this one where they're on a bus and the bus crashes and they all get injured #That one I've been looking for but I can't find it #Like tsukkis glasses break and he's blind and kageyama lands ON hinata and he needs to get spinal surgery so he's in a wheelchair #I think it was a chapter in a bigger fanfic which is why I can't find it #I'm like half sure it was the same series as the one where hinata crashes his bike and gets his leg stuck under a big rock #Does anyone know what I'm talking about? #If people have authors or links please provide #Also for good measure I'll throw in the one where it's iwaoi's wedding and iwaizumi gets turned into a werewolf #Just that whole series is so good like he gets stuck and oikawa contemplates moving to the country cuz he's husband is a dog now #He's got that dog in em #Anyway all my formulative fanfics i can't think of are from haikyuu cuz that was my previous fanfic reading endeavor #And before that would be blue exorcist but like on fanfic dot net and shit #I could list some but I shan't #haikyuu #Blue exorcist #fanfic #fanfiction

[sinkat-arts]

“That’s the last of them…” Daichi announced, “Everyone’s gone… Asahi wanted me to tell you to have a glass of water or three before bed if you don’t want a headache tomorrow.” Daichi grinned, looking down to where Koushi had sprawled out on a blanket someone had spread out under the giant tree in their backyard. His eyes were closed, hair mussed, clothes rumpled. It had been a night to remember, for sure. 

The fairy lights they’d hung together the day before lit Koushi’s face with a soft golden glow, and in that light, the man was almost angelic with his fair hair and pink cheeks. Daichi had questioned the need for so damn many of the little lights - wouldn’t a few bigger lights have made more sense? - but as soon as the sun had set, he understood. There really was something magical in those lights. Koushi had been right, as he was about a great many things. 

“Suga,” he prompted, and then shook his head. How many years had they been together now? How many times had he been gently - and not so gently - reminded to call him Koushi? Habits were hard to break, and Daichi didn’t miss the furrow that drew a vertical line between Koushi’s brows.

“Nuh uh,” Koushi murmured without opening his eyes, fighting the heaviness of alcohol or the exhaustion of the day. Probably both. “Not anymore, sir.” He paused and let a smile spread across his face. A picture of pure content, illuminated in gold. “For real. For keeps.” 

And it hit him. Not anymore. As of 5:37 that evening, while the sun was setting, Sugawara Koushi had become Sawamura Koushi. Right here in their backyard. Under this very tree. In front of all their friends and family.  

“Sawamura-san?” Daichi offered, mostly as a joke, though that was…

Koushi’s eyes opened and he sat up, propped on his elbows. His nose wrinkled as the wheels in his head whirred. “Well, that’s just weird,” he finally decided. 

Half a heartbeat passed as they looked at one another in silence. Koushi was the first to break, giggling in that infectious way he had, and it wasn’t long before Daichi joined in and the two of them were laughing in earnest. 

“You’re gonna have to get used to it…” Daichi finally rebuffed. 

“I will, I will,” Koushi sniffed, making the first futile attempt to get to his feet, “But from you, just all of a sudden like that… it’s weird!”

“Uh huh,” Daichi deadpanned, taking the few steps needed to reach his new husband, “weird.”

“It is! And it’s your name, too! So maybe you’re just talking to yourself. How will I know?” 

“Right, because that’s something I do. Address myself in third person. By name. Formally.”

“I don’t know all your secrets. Maybe you do,” Koushi answered, indignantly thrusting his hand up at Daichi, “I’m gonna need some help here…” 

“Maybe I do… and maaaaybe that’s the champagne talking,” Daichi laughed, hauling Koushi up to his feet, “Do I need to carry you inside? That’s the tradition, right? A bridal carry over the threshold…” 

“No, you big dummy,” came the reply. Koushi’s tone was sullen, but after so many years, Daichi knew the difference between real pouting and play. He waited, only smirking a little.

The flush on Koushi’s cheeks deepened as he looked at Daichi from under thick lashes, suddenly bashful. That look took Daichi by surprise, wiped the smirk off his face and made something in his chest twist. He knew, of course he knew, but sometimes… sometimes the fact that Koushi was so damn… beautiful… knocked Daichi flat on his ass.

“I think… maybe that would be nice,” Koushi said, fiddling with a button on his vest, “I only get the one chance, right?” 

Daichi hummed thoughtfully as tucked a stray bit of hair behind Koushi’s ear and let his hand settle to cup his jaw, lifting the other man’s face so their eyes met. “Maybe just the one chance on your wedding night,” he agreed, and it was his turn to blush as he continued, “But I’ll carry you as much as you need now. For the rest of your life. As long as you’ll have me.” 

Koushi’s eyes snapped open. Daichi felt the muscles in his jaw work as a flash of emotion passed across his face in an instant. Eyes wide and glassy, there were tears welling there, moments from spilling out. “Same,” Koushi managed to choke out. "For the rest of... forever."

Maybe it was the damn fairy lights casting some kind of romance spell - though probably it was the reality of the word forever sinking in - but that exchange felt like their real vows, treasures spoken in secret and just for them. He felt the sting of tears in his own eyes, hot and urgent, but decidedly good. They were smiling at each other, after all. Unguarded and happy because they both knew there wasn’t a single lie in those words. 

“Dummy,” Koushi finally said, as he rapped Daichi’s chest with the back of his hand. “Come here.” He tugged at Daichi’s tie, pulling him closer, and their lips met for a kiss that tasted like champagne and promises. 

They stayed that way for a long while, wrapped up in themselves and lost in the new world they shared. In the end, neither was steady enough for the bridal carry experience, so they compromised. After Daichi lifted Koushi onto his back and adjusted his center of gravity so they were steady, Koushi leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

“I was right,” he said, “This is nice.”

#daisuga #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #daichi #suga #haikyu #haikyuu #wedding #they're married #fanart #fanfic #tw: alcohol #it's sappy but #I feel like they're probably the sweetest damn couple #also I don't know who would take whose name #but this makes the kind of joke work so #posting at midnight pacific time oh boy #sketchydoo

[shiraishi-mai]

[2:05pm]

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a methodical man.

He promptly wakes up at 6am everyday. He goes to brush his teeth, gargles mouthwash a few times, and then neatly places his toothbrush and toothpaste back in their designated places. A small, healthy breakfast is enjoyed in utter silence as he knows such quiet will be a rare occurrence in the rest of his day.* At 7:30am, he leaves for practice.

Fridays are days to be spent hiding from the MSBY team and drinking tea while doing sudoku on the sofa. The athletes are given a half day on Saturdays, so he spends the latter half often catching up on errands like grocery shopping. Sundays were strictly reserved for "deep cleaning" the apartment despite its state of spotlessness during the entire week.

He is meticulous in all of his actions. If he must cook, he ensures that he follows every instruction precisely. After all, wasn't intention behind a recipe book? If the team went to an away game, he needed to know the exact itinerary and planned what items he would require for that particular trip.

And, of course, he was most meticulous about his hygiene. He was a professional athlete after all - being healthy and avoiding illnesses should be his top priority. However, this was not only just about wearing a mask or avoiding unsanitary places. No, it encompassed and extended to his system of steps for both his skincare and haircare - all of which he did so that he appeared neat and clean at all times. When Sakusa looked in the mirror, he was content to see a man of discipline and efficiency in the reflection.

The only time there has been a deviation was when he began dating you.

Suddenly, mornings seemed to have a slower start as it became harder and harder to untangle himself from the warmth of your body and the feel of your skin under his fingertips. After he managed to remove himself with great effort, he shivered. Had his apartment always been so chilly? In the bathroom, his toothbrush was still in its rightful place, but tilted at an awkward angle to make room for another one, and the white cap for the toothpaste was only half screwed on. After he's done, he makes his way towards the sounds of the coffee maker in the kitchen. It is quiet as he begins to eat, but it's broken by a yelp and the sound of frantic movement as you shove a bagel in your mouth and attempt to pull your arms through the sleeves of your coat as you bullied your feet into your shoes. He winces when you step on the backs as if they're slippers, leaving permanent crease marks, but is surprised when you are sliding your feet right out of them again. White socks make dull thuds on the floor as they hurry towards his seat and he feels a set of soft lips against his own. There's a wave, another yelp (maybe more so of a screech this time) as you check your watch again, and he shakes his head as he watches you dash out the door. He told you if you stayed in bed, you'd be late again.

The weekends had changed as well. Friday nights were often spent at new restaurants, ones he would have never dared nor had an interest to try. But you with your damn eyes had him from wrinkling his nose to aggressively making reservations. Some of these dinners were even accompanied by other members of his teams.** On Saturdays, he uses a cart instead of a basket at the grocery store, and watches as random items are often haphazardly thrown into it.*** Upon finishing all the errands, he is often coerced into doing some activity after he is told that he is "being no fun".

And while deep cleaning is still not necessary, there does have to be some active cleaning on Sundays. The words "gentle reminder" likes to come up on those days in a tone that you like to point out is NOT gentle.

His hygiene was still of utmost importance, but he does admit that his throat maybe felt a little scratchy during practice once, and it was definitely not because he couldn't resist giving you a kiss when you looked so miserably sick as you watched him leave. Moreover, his skincare and haircare routine continued the same, if anything he inspired you to start one, but when he looked in the mirror, Sakusa didn't recognise the man with a slight glimmer to his eyes and, dare he say, soft expression on his face staring back.

But he forgot that he was accustomed to these things for a part of his life.

Wasn't he always a methodical man? He didn't think he was a person that could alter his schedule and habits for anybody so it was hard to imagine a situation in which he did. There were no traces of such a lifestyle left in his apartment, no souvenirs of your interference in his life. He currently only orders from the few restaurants that he has always order from and will continue to order from and his finished sudoku books are all neatly placed underneath his coffee table. Surely his life has always been organised and simple.

So where did all these memories, bursting with vivid colour and rich emotion, come from as they hit him like a truck and ran him over when you stood in front of him with shaking hands and determined eyes, right before he was going to walk down an aisle with someone else?

Honestly, you thought this would be more like the movies where time would stand still after the dramatic entrance, the background fading as the main couple stands in front of each other and somehow managing to have a conversation with just their eyes. You were, instead, all too aware of the sound of scuffling shoes and excited chatter as people finished taking their seats outside of the room. With every breath, you inhaled the scent of the gardenias that littered the venue and you saw, through the corner of your eye, a clock that hung on the wall - each tick seeming mocking as you literally watched time slip away from you.

There wasn't a wordless conversation. You didn't know what he was thinking at all. Something akin to a panic attack threatened to rise in you as you stared at him. You were here, years later, and still failed to understand what the hell was going on in Sakusa Kyoomi's head.

The reality was that there was nothing going on in Sakusa Kiyoomi's head apart from pure, empty shock.

"Are you really going through with this?" Your words came out clipped as if you were more annoyed than scared. He flinched, not at your tone, but at the fact that he had almost forgotten what the sound of your voice was like.

"The music is going to begin at any moment now," he managed to force out through stiff lips.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I don't have a choice."

"Oh don't give me that shit Omi." How had he forgotten what your voice sounded like.

"You shouldn't be getting married just because you were told to and with someone who is practically a stranger nonetheless. What about your autonomy? Your happiness? Her happiness? This is for life Omi! Are you actually insane??" You waved your hands in exasperation.

"it's been years," he simply stated.

What he meant to say was - where were you all these years?

"Look, this doesn't even concern us," you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. "You can't keep going through life saying that you have a duty to do certain things, that certain things just have to be done and in this or that particular way. You have a choice to just not do things Omi. Stop acting like there are some set of bylaws that dictate that you must live your life according to its principles or something. If living a more disciplined lifestyle makes you happy, that's great. in fact, I found it admirable. But is this something that you are truly okay with doing?" You gestured to the air above you as you finished.

He rubbed his eyes and sucked in a small breath. "I don't know anymore. I just-," he struggled to find the words. "I don't know when I ended up being stuck on a loop. I assumed that because I don't care too much about whether or not I get married anyway, I should listen to my parents and make them happy at the very least."

You hesitated briefly in puzzlement before saying with a slightly curious tone, "I thought you liked the concept of getting married? Something about being a traditional family man with the house and the whole doting wife, kids, and dog package."

He wrinkled his nose in a manner all too familiar to you. "I said nothing about a dog."

You sighed. "That's not important here."

"It is though," he said with a soft smile and a slight wistfulness graced his features. "You were the one that wanted a dog."

That was the problem. It wasn't the concept of getting married Sakusa liked. It was the idea of getting married to YOU. The memories he suppressed were a side effect from having to force your existence completely out of his mind during this whole ordeal - he wouldn't have the ability to go through with it otherwise. If he hadn't done it, he would've begun to imagine what you would have looked like in a wedding dress, waiting for him at the end of a path scattered in flowers with the smile that he adored so much. The wedding would have been smaller than this one and you probably would have begged him to have it outside and, despite his repulsion for insects, he probably would have agreed. Because it was you that asked. You'd definitely be cliche and smear cake on his face and he'd "let" you because he knew he'd find the photos of it afterward endearing. And even though he hated dancing, he would have done it all night if that meant he could hear your happy laughter echo in his ear and watch the silver of your wedding ring flash as you placed your hand in his. Anything you asked of him for the wedding, he knew he would have done.

Because he loved you.

Because he loves you.

Everyone will say that Sakusa Kiyoomi is a methodical man, except, when it comes to you.

So he was not surprised, no, he realised he had accepted his fate a long time ago, when he grasped your hand in his and tugged you out of the room so that the two of you could slip out the back of the church. The sudden sunlight that flooded towards you as the door opened had the both of you squinting to adjust to the brightness outside. Sakusa's heart was hammering in his chest. With the feeling of an unfamiliar rush of adrenaline and a strange sensation, as if he were deviating from a script in a movie, he looked up at the clear blue sky and the faint V-line of geese migrating for the winter. He felt light-headed, from giddiness or anxiety he wasn't sure, but he was glad you were holding his hand because he was sure it would be trembling otherwise.

You heard a chuckle and looked at him quizzically as you made your way across the asphalt road. He looked down at you with a slight curve to his lips.

"I missed you."

You bit your lip, afraid to let yourself be too happy yet, just in case this all turned out to be a dream or something like that. But he gave your hand a squeeze and it felt real, and the way his slender fingers tilted your head up towards him felt real, and the way his lips pressed against yours again and again felt real.

Sakusa pulled back from you with a different look in his eyes, as if he too had to confirm to himself that this wasn't a dream. He whispered in a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't spoken in a very long time,

"Thank you."

Fin.

*see Atsumu Miya

**it is to be noted that Sakusa attempts to cancel these ASAP

***the majority of these will be put back on their respective shelves

#i dont know if this even makes sense #i finished exams today #i dont know why i keep writing weddings #im going to end up with a wedding series #sorry if this is incoherent #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff #sakusa angst #haikyuu angst #sakusa x reader #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x you #sakusa drabble #haikyuu x y/n #msby #msby scenarios

[slicesofapple]

The practice matches are over, and the players are milling about. Some break into small groups to chat or toss the ball lazily back and forth, some start right in on their stretches.

It's not clear exactly why the words catch everyone's attention.

It's just Kuroo Tetsurou calling out, in the usual way, "Oi, oi, oi!"

At the same time, he tosses something very small into the air. Whatever it is sparkles under the gym lights as it flies in a perfect arc across the court.

It is Bokuto Koutarou who snatches the tiny, shining thing out of the air.

He opens his hand, a puzzled expression on his face.

He is frozen solid for the space of two seconds before his eyes fly up to meet Kuroo's.

Kuroo is staring at him with a smoldering intensity that quickly morphs into something bewilderingly... shy? Hesitant?

Bokuto's face splits into the biggest smile anyone has ever seen. He nods once, sharply, closes his fist around the object and punches the fist into the air with a crow of victory.

And then he is opening that very same fist so he can slide what is revealed to be a ring onto the fourth finger of his left hand.

An engagement ring.

#haikyuu! #bokuto #kuroo #bokuroo #kuroboku #drabble #and that's how it's done #when you're asking bokuto #i can only imagine what the wedding will be like

[waveoftheocean]

oh my, i wonder whose hand iwa-chan is holding 🤔💍

(preview of my piece for @iwaoiweddingzine! preorders are open rn 👀👀 https://iwaoiweddingzine.bigcartel.com/)

#haikyuu!! #hq!! #iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #my art #mine #zine preview #iwaoi wedding zine #someone tell me why i decided to tackle foliage water clothing folds AND a bunch of paper cranes in one piece #my gravestone will read 'they did it for iwaoi (worth it)' #no but fr i'm really happy with how my piece turned out and everyone's piece are just so 😍😍😍

[dickcheneyshousepet]

takeda ittetsu has big widower energy. ESPECIALLY in the beginning. he’s just a lonely guy trying to find an outlet for all his love and inject some purpose into his life! he’s willing to give these kids his life savings because he no longer wants to imagine his future now that his spouse is gone. he doesn’t mind staying late for practice because he has no one to come home to. he’s angry at the universe, and it manifests as him clawing and gnashing at opportunities for these kids because like hell will he let fate be unkind to them. he has to relearn how to make healthy sacrifices out of love as opposed to breaking his back out of guilt and a sense of obligation.

idk why but adding some grief and survivor’s guilt to takeda’s arc just makes it better. it ties the whole thing together

#bonus points if it was his fiance(e) who passed #he never GOT that expensive fairytale wedding #he never GOT that moment that makes every sleepless night and stressful day feel worth it #he got sick of all the pity and the knowing looks so he packed up his llife and moved to a far-off rural town #little does he know he’s about to learn to love and be loved in a healthy way again! #haikyuu #takeda ittetsu #takeda sensei

[laralynn]

The love you deserve

brotherly love, sakuatsu, implied osasuna

Atsumu has been taking care of Osamu for as long as Osamu could remember.

However, he never noticed it until he was 16.

One day, Osamu's class was dismissed late and his stomach was growling, even after he finished his bento in class. He moodily slumped on the chair next to his brother's, pouting that he still had to wait in line to get lunch. Atsumu, sensing his brother's hunger from perpetual scowl on his face, lifted the lid off his bento and pushed it to Osamu.

"Eat," he ordered.

Before Osamu could refuse or even thank him, Atsumu was out of his seat, beelining for the long queue to get his own lunch. It wasn't rare for Atsumu to give Osamu his lunch at school, but the opened bento staring back at him was proof that his brother was taking care of him, even when he didn't notice.

From then onwards, Osamu became more conscious of how Atsumu shows he cares — giving Osamu his umbrella whenever it rained, buying 2 of everything so Osamu could have one, laying out his shoes at the genkan so Osamu could just slip them on before going to school, the list was endless.

Even today, on Osamu's wedding day before he was promised to another, Atsumu was still taking care of him until the last second.

"I triple-checked to make sure all your stuff and important documents are packed and left them by the door, so once you're done with the ceremony, you and Sunarin could just grab them and go to your new house," Atsumu announced as he entered the kitchen.

He approached Osamu who was munching on a quick snack before the ceremony and patted his shoulder. "Also, if you realized you left out anything later on, don't panic and just give me a call, then I'll grab them and meet up with you guys at your house, okay?"

Osamu nodded, about to say something when Atsumu glanced at him and frowned. "Now, where's your tie? Your ceremony literally starts in 15 minutes; go wash your hands and dry them properly."

He then spotted said tie hanging on a chair and snatched it off, hands deftly tying it properly at once.

Osamu obediently washed his hands and mouth, trying his best to not wet his sleeves. When he turned around, Atsumu had a perfectly done tie in one hand, a hand towel in another outstretched hand.

Osamu accepted the towel as Atsumu looped the tie over his neck before pulling at it to tighten the knot.

"There you go." Atsumu took a step back, admiring his work.

Osamu couldn't help but smile softly at his brother. "Thanks."

Atsumu patted his elbow twice reassuringly.

When Atsumu moved away to clean up the kitchen, Osamu stood unmoving by the sink, lowering the hand towel as he stared at his brother's back.

Atsumu always stood tall and proud. His back was strong and unmovable, just as his personality was incredibly stubborn and independent.

Atsumu was always the caretaker, the provider, the big brother. And Osamu wanted to take care of his brother in return so desperately.

Atsumu moved past the groom-to-be, stopping in front of him with a questioning smile, a hand on Osamu's elbow.

"You deserve to be taken care of," Osamu blurted out.

Atsumu blinked, smile morphing into a confused one instead. "Okay... Thanks, I guess? Um, you ready to go out? Everyone's waiting."

"No, 'Tsumu, wait." Osamu grasped his brother's arm, looking straight into his eyes. "You really deserve the best," Osamu said seriously. "You deserve someone who will take good care of you and love you and always look out for you. Just like how you are with me. And even better."

Atsumu's eyes watered as he inhaled quietly. "Okay," he said softly.

"Promise me you won't settle until you found someone who will treat you well," Osamu whispered, gripping his brother's sleeve.

Atsumu placed a hand over his, nodding with a smile. "Okay, 'Samu. I promise."

Osamu knew that a verbal promise didn't mean much and they would both probably forget about this conversation tonight after they get wasted at the reception, but hearing Atsumu agree made Osamu relieved, like his brother was finally aware of how much he worthed.

Osamu pulled his brother into a hug, and he felt like he was 8 years old again, hugging Atsumu tightly to placate his cries after he saw Osamu's injuries from falling off a swing.

Atsumu hugged back just a tightly, finally pulling away after a final squeeze. He dabbed at his eyes and wiped Osamu's face (Osamu didn't know he cried himself), pecking his brother's temple quickly. Atsumu chuckled wetly. "Let's go give you away."

It was probably the wrong choice of words because the twins ended up bawling their eyes out in their childhood kitchen and the ceremony was postponed an additional 10 minutes, and truly, the brothers forgot about their little conversation after Osamu's wedding reception that night.

7 years later, Osamu watches his brother kiss his husband as the crowd's applause reverberates off the ballroom walls. Osamu smiled so wide the entire day that his cheeks burned, but he couldn't stop himself from expressing the overwhelming happiness he feels for the newlyweds.

After Atsumu and Kiyoomi cut their cake, the crowd watched in horror as Kiyoomi's 5 year old nephew crashed into the table, the 2 feet cake toppling over the couple in slow motion.

Everyone braced themselves for the impact, while Miya Kiyoomi reflexively pushed Atsumu out of the way.

The cake fell on Kiyoomi entirely, and not a single crumb touched Atsumu's suit.

As Osamu watched his brother attempt to help his husband up while laughing his head off, the memory of them talking in the kitchen all those years ago came back to Osamu in a flash.

It took him a few years, but Atsumu kept his promise, after all.

And Osamu was relieved.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #sakuatsu #miya twins #fluff #family #family fluff #wedding