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osamusriceballs · 1 year
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Sweet Treats with Shiratorizawa
Ushijima x Reader, Tendou x Reader, Shirabu x Reader, Semi x Reader
Warnings: None
About: Spending Valentine's Day with your boyfriend!
A/n: I'll probably write something for every school as a late Valentine's Day gift!
Sweet Treats with Inarizaki
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Ushijima.
It's nothing special. You know that.
Yet, you're still sure that Wakatoshi will appreciate and like it. You asked Satori about his favorite chocolate flavors, and he provided you with enough information about the actual process of making chocolate that your head was spinning, and you decided to make it from the scratch and just follow his instructions. Satori was very helpful during the process though, and you had no troubles at all to create a few pretty pralines. And now you find yourself waiting for Ushijima to come home to show him the cute heart-shaped pieces of art that you created just for him.
The noise of the front door opening interrupts your train of thoughts and makes you jump up from your seat to quickly make your way towards the entrance to greet your boyfriend.
And there he is in all his glory- tall and muscular, his ridiculously broad shoulders always make the front door look small in comparison, but what actually surprises you, is that he doesn't look sweaty, nor is he wearing his usual training suit. Instead, he looks rather formal and dressed-up, with a dark dress-shirt and formal black pants. He looks at you, and his olive eyes soften, and his lips curve to a little genuine smile.
"Hey," you return his smile and quickly hug him, and he instantly lets go of his gym bag to return the hug.
"Hey." He greets you back and wraps his long arms around you, and after a moment of being close, you both pull back for a short, sweet kiss.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too."
You never would have thought that this tall and stoic man actually carried a soft and gentle side to him back when you first met him- but even today you find yourself falling more and more for him when he shows his soft spot that he has just for you.
"I got something for you. I thought we'd celebrate this Valentine's Day according to Japanese traditions." You bring your hands to his shoulders and excitedly wait for his reaction, but you pause when you notice a worried frown on his face.
"But... I got something for you too." You're relieved after hearing his words and instantly relax in his hold.
"That's okay, you can give it to me next month or right now. I‘m fine with either option." His frown doesn’t disappear after your words though, and you slightly start to worry again.
"But I promised your parents that we'd visit them next week with good news."
"What good news? Why are you talking about my parents?"
You slowly try to put together the information that you have, and that's when it clicks.
Oh.
Oh.
"Don't tell me..."
"I actually wanted to ask you later, but y/n..."
He slowly lets go of your hips and smoothly gets down on one knee- and your jaw drops at the sudden realization that he is-
"Will you marry me, y/n?"
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Tendou~
"Y/n, I got something for you!"
It's the sweet singing voice of your boyfriend that makes you turn your head towards the entrance of the living room- and there he is. Your impossibly cute and absolutely adorable boyfriend with his hands full of flowers and chocolate and the widest grin you have ever seen on his face.
"Satori, what's all that?" Your eyes grow big when you realize that he probably got all of this for you- and it's more than even he could carry.
"I wanted to make some chocolate and a sweet dessert for you, but when I started I just couldn't stop, and then I thought about you, so I kept on going and going, and suddenly I had all of these done, and then I thought about how you once told me about your favorite flowers and then I went to the flower shop and then-" you managed to get closer to him during his cute rambling and interrupt him by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He gasps surprised, but still returns the kiss and tries to hug you with his arms full of presents.
"Thank you, Satori. I love you"
"I love you too, y/n." He grins and carefully places the presents on the table before he wraps his arms properly around you.
"I also made some chocolate for you, but I'm sure that it's nowhere near as good as yours." His grin gets even wider at your words and he quickly leans down for another peck.
"Chocolate? Hand-made from the love of my life? I'm sure that nothing can taste as sweet as that. Oh wait, maybe-" He pecks your lips once again and pretends to think hard for a second.
"Maybe you actually taste sweeter than it. I need to another try."
"You haven't even tried the chocolate once!" You protest, and he laughs at your words.
"I wasn't talking about the chocolate," he grins and you smile when your lips meet once again.
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Shirabu:
It's early. Painfully early.
You know that.
But your plans to surprise your busy boyfriend with breakfast in bed are what actually make your body subconsciously jump towards your ringing phone, and you quickly stop the alarm before it could wake him up.
You freeze when you notice that the sound hasn't stopped- and that's when you realize that it's Kenjiro's alarm that's still ringing. He has the bad habit of letting it ring for forever, and it oftentimes happened that you woke up before he did and had to reach for his phone to turn off the persistent little device.
Now, however, he reaches for the phone, his movements just as sleepy and uncoordinated as yours, his messy bed hair adorably sticking into every direction and a tired huff leaving his lips. His body doesn't move for a few seconds, and you only stare at his back, confused why he set an alrm so early- and then he suddenly turns around. His eyes don't look sleepy anymore, it seems like his ability to quickly wake up whenever it's necessary now pays off.
"Why are you awake?"
"No, why are you awake?" You involuntarily reach for one of the strands that hang into his face and push it back, and his hand quickly comes up to presses yours against his cheek.
"You're gonna laugh when I tell you."
"I won't, Kenjiro. I promise."
He raises a brow like he doesn't believe you, but takes a deep breath before he finally answers.
"I wanted to make breakfast in bed for you. As a Valentine's Day gift."
"Really?" You smile and scoot a bit closer to him under the blanket, and he gladly wraps his arms around you and presses you against his chest to prevent you from seeing his reddened cheeks.
"Yes. I know that I've been busy with work lately, but I wanted to show you that I'm still so much in love with you. And that you deserve only the best, and that I will always do my best for you and spoil you."
Your heart skips a beat at his sudden passionate confession, and you quickly pull back to press a kiss against his lips, not caring about your morning breath, and he doesn't seem to care too, judging by how fast and passionately he responds to the kiss.
"I also wanted to make breakfast for you." You confess with hot cheeks, and his lips curl into a teasing grin.
"How about we spend some more time in bed, so I can show you how much I love you, and then we can prepare breakfast together?"
He rasps the words against your neck and is quick to turn you on your back until he's laying right on top of you.
"Sounds like a good plan," you respond and lean in for another kiss.
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Semi;
"I'm back." You hear this words while you're still humming and finally putting the casserolle into the oven. "I'm in the kitchen!" you yell back and quickly get rid of your pink apron with sweet little cartoons that Semi had gotten for you. You hope that you look nice and presantable now, and that no ingredients are stuck in your hair or somwhere else.
It's your first Valentine's Day together, and you decided to prepare his favorite meal for tonight, as well as dressing up prettily for him. He finally enters the kitchen, his guitar still on his back and a his leather jacket perfectly clinging onto his body. He looks so sexy and handsome, and you can‘t help but to admire him for a few seconds.
"I got something for you." His lips are curled into a soft smile, and you look at the bouquet of flowers in his hand that's impossible to miss due to the sheer size. "They are gorgeous, Eita." You take another step towards him, and he leans down to softly kiss you. "Not as gorgeous as you though, my little star." He scans your outfit quickly, and his gaze stops at your eyes. You shiver and try to hide your reddened cheeks, but he just grins and places the bouquet on the table.
"I got something else for you too. I wrote a song for you."
"Really?" You excitedly smile and look at him with stars in your eyes, and he scratches the back of his head, slightly embarrassed now.
"It contains the word "love" so many times, it's embarrassing actually. But I wrote it for you, and it’s for you only.“
You can't help but to grab his cheeks softly and press a sweet kiss to his lips that he returns instantly.
"I love you, Eita. So, so much." You slightly pull back, until your foreheads are touching, and you look deeply into his eyes to convey your feelings in every possible way.
"I love you too, my y/n."
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betbeton · 2 years
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𓆸 Feelings are Complicated at Best
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Various Haikyuu × Reader
Warnings - Implied Angst, Implied Insecurity
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· A/N - i am sorry if this sucks -- ·
・❥・ Masterlist
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⪧ Ushijima Wakatoshi
He wouldn't outright hurt your feelings
His blunt words might do it by accident occasionally though
What might be like a knife to the heart on occasion is his stans
They are rabid on a good day,,
baby boy sadly attracts them like a magnet
He was aware the words certain fans of his spewed towards you were rather unsavoury. Even if he didn't fully understand why you were so bothered since at the end of the day he knew and would state as many times as you needed that his heart belonged to you, it didn't stop him from tugging you into his arms after a winning match and slanting his mouth against your own.
A soft grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he pulled apart, the gentle moment was always ruined by his teammates gentle ribbing, but that only added to the reassuring love bubbling inside of your once worried mind. At the end of the day he had fallen in love with you, and no scathing comments and harsh jabs online could change that fact.
⪧ Miya Atsumu
He can be very petty sometimes
The offhanded comments aren't intended to hurt your feelings
He just doesn't know how to properly express his own insecurity at times
Though he is open to hearing you out and even willing to go to a couples counselor if the issues persisted past your talks
He was an idiot, Suna had warned you about this when you first expressed romantic interest in bottle blonde. Though you wouldn't call it idiocy and more along the lines of him being emotionally constipated when it comes to his own feelings of self worth and image. More often than not you're the one apologizing for his backhanded complements or weird jabs at you. When your relationship ended up particularly strained after a harsh fight initiated after he had lost a match, you both agreed to communicate more and to him exploring to find a therapist to help him understand and cope with his insecurities. In the the end it turned out he simply needed the tools to understand his self loathing better, once he had those your relationship began to flourish once again. Atsumu Miya was an idiot, but he was your idiot.
⪧ Kozume Kenma
He tends to treat interactions with you like a dating game
Keep you happy to reach the good ending
It doesn't always work out though since he is prone to getting frustrated when overwhelmed
He is always extremely apologetic on the rare occasions he takes his irritation out on you
This was the fifth time this month you had the displeasure of explaining to your long-term partner, Kenma, that you weren't like those characters from his handful of dating games. Your feelings were just as unpredictable as his and had the tendency to be just a petty, though you never inflicted the silent treatment like he did. The only upside to these frequent arguments was the fact you two had great communication and he seemed to be coming around on the idea he can simply be himself around you, even if he is in a petty or bratty mood. You just want to see every genuine side of your beloved partner. He is adamant he doesn't want to see a therapist to resolve your problems yet, and you aren't one to push him outside of his comfort zone too much. Which is why you insisted on sitting down each night after he is done with work and streaming, so you two can talk about your emotions. Even if the conversations are one-sided most nights, Kenma is doing his best to over come his doubts and fears surrounding emotions. He just needs a little time to come around and he'll be back to nurturing your relationship like it's a precious treasure alongside you.
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hanaonesflower · 1 year
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“Princess, can I ask you something?” He speaks, breaking the silence of the long, uneventful car ride. “Sure, anything!” You chirp, unsuspecting of what is to come.
“Why don’t you ever let me do anything for you?” Ushijima says, his eyes remain fixated on the long stretch of roads ahead. The fog heavily roll down the sides the hills on your either sides, lowering visibility. His hand tightens around the wheel, while the other grips yours.
“What do you mean by that?” You sit back, eyes wandering his features, looking for any sign that he’s just cheerfully asking you. Knowing Ushi though, he’s sometimes not as light hearted as you’d think.
“You are always so insistent on doing everything yourself. You won’t let me help you, like earlier, when you refused to let me tie your shoes. That isn’t the first time you refused my help.” He goes on a spiel, his thumb reaches to the toggle and lowers the volume, making his breathing more prominent than ever. It has occur to you that you have always been doing everything by yourself despite his looming figure always by your side. The hyperindependence is slowly starting to bother him. He wants to help you, wants to give you the fullest extent of a princess treatment yet the only thing really holding him back from that is, you.
“It’s just something that I could easily have done for myself, you didn’t need to bother with that, don’t worry, baby,” you try to comfort him, hoping some words of affirmation can help. It really isn’t a big deal, it’s some shoe laces that came undone, not a heavy errand.
As soon as the car is pulled into a parking spot at a rest stop, quickly shifting the car in “park”, turning to you and he sighs. A real sigh. One so full of frustration and… hopelessness. “I’m not bothered. It has never mattered how big or small anything is, I want to do everything for you. Why are you holding yourself back from me?” He is starting to put things into perspective for you. After going through a useless ex-boyfriend, then a man who gave you hot and cold attention, lastly a guy who gave you princess treatment to fill his inflated ego before meeting Ushijima, learning to only rely on yourself has been the protector of your heart, your soul and your sanity. You find that by depending on your good ol’ self is the only way to prevent yourself from throwing your body off a bridge.
“Ushi, it’s not—,” before you can finish your sentence, truthfully you don’t really know what to say. He’s right, you are holding yourself back from him. Holding yourself back from the hurt that you’ve known all too well, he interrupts, holding both your hands in his, “baby, you’re my priority, my everything, your well-being, happiness and comfort are my main concerns and I want it to be that way,” he stops, taking a breath. Reminiscent of the times where Ushijima offered to go so out of his way to help you but being kindly turned down has left him feeling absolutely useless and uneasy. Ushijima’s love language is act of service and because he hasn’t been able to do the bare minimum for you, he feels it eating him alive.
“I am aware of your past, I know that I can’t change what was, but I’m here to make a difference now, I mean it!” You are moved by his words, he means what he says and you know it. You’ve seen it. He’s a big man of his words, always keeping promises, has never ever disappointed you in any way. Yet the walls have been reinforced many times again that it has cemented itself in your life, creating a barrier between the two of you. “I want to open doors for you, pull out chairs for you, pick you up from a friend’s house, drop you off at the airport, all of that, please, baby, please just let me.” You have to say, it is like he is begging for you to allow him in, allow him to integrate further into your system, a system you’ve built to keep you from going down a slippery slope time and time again.
“I’m so grateful for you, Ushi, you’ve done so much for me, you really have. I just feel like I can’t be asking for anymore than what you’ve already given me,” before you can inhale a full breath, he branches his body over to your side of the car and kisses you deeply, so deeply that you melt. “I’m at your disposal, you are my world, let me in, don’t keep shutting me out,” he says, breaking away from the kiss.
You chuckle, “yes, Wakatoshi, I accept your offer,” and you’ve never seen him smile wider. A big, toothy grin coming from the infamously stoic dude. He kisses you again, “thank you, baby.”
He unbuckles your seatbelt, hastily running from his side to yours and opening the door for you, and just like the universe is rooting for the both of you, your shoe laces come undone, again.
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tender-rosiey · 1 year
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If you’re open for requests or suggestions, could you do Ushijima, Daichi and anyone else of your choice with a f!Reader who’s insecure due to society’s body standards? If that makes sense, sorry. I’ve been feeling really insecure lately because everyone’s either thick or really slim and they’re all pretty and fit in the standards whilst I don’t :(
“YOU’RE PULCHRITUDINOUS”
— ushijima, daichi, sakusa, atsumu, and oikawa comforting you
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a/n: oop, this took some time; hello everyone <33 FEMALE READER BTW
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USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI:
when he passed by your shared bedroom, he didn’t expect to see you looking dejectedly at the mirror and constantly squishing your stomach.
“y/n…?”
you jump, startled, “oh hey toshi! what’s up?”
he walks towards you, steps soft, “what’s wrong? is something bothering you? did someone do something?”
you smile and shake your head, “nope!” you pat his cheek lightly before giving it a kiss, “it’s nothing you need to worry about, my sweet and buff husband.”
“but as your husband, I need to make sure that you’re happy and comfortable,” he says, looking you straight in the eye, but his hand holding your own and rubbing your wedding ring.
you chuckle lightly, but it’s humorless, “it’s just…I haven’t been feeling the best in my body, it’s like I don’t fit in with what the world considers beautiful.”
“if the world doesn’t consider you beautiful then they are blind.”
you lightly punch his shoulder, “where did you learn to flirt like that?”
“y/n, I am serious.”
for some reason, no words come out of your mouth as you see your husband place your hand on his chest, where his heart is, “I don’t know if it helps, but I firmly believe that you’re beautiful in ways that can never be described in words.”
“oh ‘toshi,” you wrap your arms around him and hug tightly, “I love you, so much.”
a smile makes its way onto your face when you feel him smile slightly into your hair, “I love you too.”
“also, why are you wearing a pink apron?” you ask, a giggle escaping your lips and eyeing his ‘best husband’ apron he has on.
“I was trying to cook something for you,” he says, but looks down at this feet, discouraged.
“and?”
“it doesn’t look appetizing,” he sighs before looking up, “I am sorry.”
“I will eat it anyway, it can’t be that bad,” you assure him before walking towards the door but he holds your arm gently.
“no, i can’t let you die because of food poisoning, especially food I made,” he says in slight panic and obvious worry that you can’t help but chuckle at.
SAWAMURA DAICHI:
mornings with you and your husband were generally organized and calm, a couple of kisses here and there, making drinks and breakfast for each other.
today was no different, except daichi has been searching for his cap for the last 15 minutes but to no avail. he searched high and low and checked every corner of the house.
hell, he even checked the attic and while yes, he stumbled across one of the photo albums he oh so adores but can’t indulge in right now, he still can’t find his cap.
so he settles for the option he should have chosen from the very start.
asking you, his beautiful wife, for help.
“y/n! have you seen my cap?”
“no! did you check under your brown coat?” you call out as you, gloomily, look yourself in the mirror.
“yes, but— oh nevermind; it’s really under my brown coat.”
daichi puts his cap on before running back to your room to give you a goodbye kiss, “hey there, gorgeous.”
“you must be developing the mothers’ super power of finding something quite early,” he chuckles, “or it’s a sign for us to finally do something.”
your cheeks heat up as you swat him away, “SAWAMURA DAICHI!”
he smiles again, taking your hand into his and kissing it. soon, he kneels down, “have I told you how beautiful you are?”
“yo-you don’t have to do that now,” you mumble, trying to make him stand up but looking away when he stubbornly stays in his knees, “you will be late.”
gently, he pulls you down to him and pats your head, “well, I think it’s more important to remind my wife that beauty standards are not consistent and shouldn’t be what she compares herself to.”
you narrow your eyes, “you think that it’s that easy to stop—“
he places a finger on your lips before he continues, “she also should know that she is a whole standard herself and that no one can even compare.”
you, flustered, avert your eyes and look away and he takes as a chance to place another kiss on your cheek, “well! I better going now.”
“good luck,” you say softly with a smile and he laughs.
“I don’t need luck as long as I have you by my side!” he raises his left hand and your name that is engraved on the wedding ring shines.
SAKUSA KIYOOMI:
it was just a day of chilling in your house; your husband has finally gotten a one week break and you both agreed to make all out of it.
so after some discussions, you put all the snacks on the table while he gets the blanket and pillows.
“what movie will watch?” you ask while he sets it up.
“whatever you want.”
“then spinning a wheel we shall do,” you hum while he grumbles.
“y/n, it never lands on something we like.”
you giggle, “that’s the fun of it!” you wrap your arms around his shoulders before kissing his cheek, “we can trash talk it all the more and if you don’t like that then we will spin it again.”
his arms find their way around your waist as the both of you sit down, “then what’s the point?”
“the author wants to add words because this was too short for her liking.”
“what?—“
you cut him off by throwing yourself on him causing him to lay down. he groans but pulls you closer nonetheless, “you’re killing me.”
“good,” you smile and snuggle into his chest even more. you sit for a while cuddling together. soon you speak up.
“omi, kiyoomi, omiomi, oni—“
“what.”
“do I look bad lately?” you question and he looks at you offended as if you had insulted his entire lineage.
his eyebrows furrow and a frown is instantly on his face, “who the hell put that dumb idea into your head?”
“no one— in particular— it’s just seeing how the standards for beauty are nowadays, I don’t exactly fit.”
he sighs and takes a hold of your hand, “I am going to say this as politely as I can,” he takes a deep breath, “fuck society and its beauty standards.”
you snort making him roll his eyes, “I am serious; who said you need to fit?”
“the world, omi.”
he bumps your foreheads together lightly, “well the world is dumb and if you believe it then you will be as dumb as it is.”
a pout graces your face and he press a chaste kiss on your lips, “I will love you til we grow old and wrinkly you loser; I don’t care about the standards they put and you shouldn’t.”
you prepare to punch him but he grabs your fist, but looks away to avoid eye contact; his cheeks are a soft red hue as he speaks, “to me…you’re the epitome of perfection and beauty.”
MIYA ATSUMU:
today, one of the many events atsumu has to attend; you know first hand how much he hates these events, and he doesn’t hesitate to let it be known.
“I would much rather spend my time with ya than a stupid event!” to be exact.
so the solution you found into convincing your husband to go the events is that you would go with him which got you to your current predicament.
“y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”
“tsumu, have patience for god’s sake!”
“but I wanna see yaaaaaaaaaaa!”
he huffs and grumbles when he doesn’t get a response, “yer so mean.”
after a couple of minutes (really only one minute but atsumu’s patience is non-existent), he gets up and goes to check up on you.
the moment he opens the door, he is met with a sight he wants engrave in his memory forever. you looked beautiful, ethereal, gorgeous, and absolutely stunning to the point he is starting to feel hesitant about letting others see you like this.
they don’t deserve to see such heavenly beauty, he grumbles in his head. not like he does, but oh well some are just privileged. privileged as hell in his case.
“Y/N YA LOOK SO GORGEOUS! BEAUTIFUL! PRETTY! OH MY GOD HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY?!”
you giggle softly but soon start fiddling with your fingers, “you sure? I feel like I don’t exactly look that good.”
“why?” he visibly deflates, and pouts before waddling towards you. he hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, “ya look so pretty, ya always do.”
“i don’t exactly meet the standards of the world nowadays.”
he smiles softly, “do ya want to know something?”
you hum and he interlocks your fingers together.
“everyday, I think about how out my league you are,” he starts, “ya always look so gorgeous and are so beautiful, not to mention your amazing personality.”
a smile makes its way to your face and he chuckle, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I also love yer cute little butt,” he cheekily says while squeezing it making you squeal.
“‘tsumu, we have an event we need to go to!”
“hmmm, I think we can just be fashionably late for tonight.”
OIKAWA TOORU:
“y/n, baby, angel, pretty, gorgeous, can you please come to bed!” your husband whines from the bed while you sit on your desk doing god knows what.
“baby, please I need to have you in my arms or I will die!”
you sigh, “tooru, stop the dramatics; I will be with you soon, bubs.”
he pouts before basically screaming in mini-caps, “YOUR HANDSOME HUSBAND WILL REALLY APPRECIATE HAVING HIS PRETTY WIFE IN HIS ARMS RIGHT NOW!”
soon, you throw an almost-empty pack of tissues on his stomach making him groan, “I said I will be with you soon, you baby.”
he gets up, a cute frown gracing his lips as he stands behind you, “y/n! it’s not nice to hit your husband with a tissue pack!”
“and it’s not nice to keep bugging your wife, pretty boy.”
“I-well-,” he splutters before crossing his arms and looking away. from the corner of your eye, you can see an adorable red hue adorning his cheeks.
“I still make you nervous, tooru?” you tease while he huffs a small ‘hush’.
he gets another chair and sits beside you, “ignoring me, what’s keeping you up, pretty?”
he takes a hold of your hand and rubs his thumb over it before kissing the back of your hand.
“just thinking about how I look…”
“how perfect you look?” he teases lightly, putting a strand of stray hair behind your ear.
“no, you loser,” you say chuckling sadly, “I don’t exactly fit with the beauty standards and stuff; I don’t feel that pretty sometimes.”
“hm, that certainly is a pickle,” he hums thoughtfully, “but it’s okay to feel that way, even I feel like that.”
“the world-known hot-shot argentinian setter doesn’t sit the beauty standards?” you deadpan.
he nudges you with his elbow, “yes even the hot-shot setter, but I just want you to know that no one can always fit these standards, even me.”
“in fact, if you ask me,” he says standing up and pulling you in front of the mirror, “I think you’re the most irresistible, charming and alluring person I have ever laid my eyes on.”
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ushiwaakas · 3 days
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Heyyy , how’s your day?? I was wondering if you could do ushijima and reader at the gym, reader is new to exercising and doesn’t know how to use equipment so ushijima helps them
hiiiiii !!!!!!!! my day is going good, i hope yours is too!!!!
AND AHHHH THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTEEEE
my first request !!!! i’ll be doing gender neutral reader!!! thank you so much!
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☘︎ you’ve known ushijima for a while now, i mean, who doesn’t? being his desk mate, especially, you see him. him doing his schoolwork, him watching volleyball clips, him in general…
☘︎ okay he is a sight HAHA
☘︎ he obviously works out, duh, come on have you seen him???????? ‘cause…YOU'VE HAVE!!!1!1
☘︎ but, anyways, ever since you two worked on a school project together, you’ve been getting closer and closer.
☘︎ as friends of course haha!!!
☘︎ today was like any other day, you come in class, he’s already sat down in his seat, getting whatever he needs ready for class he just has a pencil lmao
☘︎ “good morning !” you said, as you sat down. you gave him a tiny smile, before putting your bag down under your desk.
☘︎ “Good morning. How’s your day?” he turned to look at you,
☘︎ you tell him good, asking about his day as you took out your pencil case. other kids were coming into class. it’s your last class of the day, finally.
☘︎ “Good, thanks. I wanted to ask, my friend, Tendou, usually comes to the gym with me on Fridays, since we have no volleyball practice. But, he’s sick. Would you like to come?”
☘︎…
☘︎ AHHHHHHH
☘︎ you squeaked out a ‘yes’ and it was done. you’re going to the gym with the ushijima wakatoshi.
☘︎ it happened so fast, school ending, you racing home to put on gym clothes, and getting basic necessities. and bam! you’re standing next to him, walking inside. you didn’t know whether to thank god, or to beg him for strength at this moment.
☘︎ ushijima was in some shorts, gym shoes, and a TANK TOP AHHHHH
☘︎ he had toned muscles.
☘︎ “It’s hot out today. Let’s go inside.” he waited for you to walk next to him.
☘︎..it was a little embarrassing, following him around like a lost puppy.
☘︎ at that moment, you realized- you have no clue how to use a gym. you’ve never been to one, or working out in general.
☘︎ yep, you were asking for strength, hope, and forgiveness.
☘︎ “Which machine would you like to use first?” he said, turning to look at you.
☘︎ AH he spoke to you AHHH
☘︎ you were blanking, oh god oh god.
☘︎ “What are you looking to do? High reps at a low weight, or vice versa? Or cardio?”
☘︎ ohgodohgod.
☘︎ “…cardio…?” nice going…
☘︎ he nodded, walking over to the treadmills, cycling machines, and the stair stepper machines.
☘︎ “…would it be okay to say i’ve never stepped foot in a gym before?” just get it out he won’t judge hewon’tjudge.
☘︎ “Of course. I can explain for you, if you’d like, or help you use it.” he spoke, not a hint of annoyance on his face.
☘︎ the giddiness in your body was radiating.
☘︎ you nodded, thanking him, before he stepped onto the treadmill. you followed, going on the one next to him.
☘︎ there were a ton of buttons. you looked over to him, giving him a look that said ‘please help’.
☘︎ he quickly came to your rescue, turning to look right at you.
☘︎ “Treadmills help with cardio. Most have similar settings, and some may have controls to monitor your heart rate. Press this button here to turn it on, and I can help you set the speed. You can go at whatever pace you’d like.”
☘︎ back to thanking god.
☘︎ you smiled at him, as he leaned over to turn on the treadmill. it was at a low walking pace. he went back to his own treadmill, and he turned his on. he began to press the buttons.
☘︎ HE TURNED HIS UP TO A 12???
☘︎…he put you at a 3.
☘︎ you looked over to him. he had perfect posture, perfect form, and he looked really good.
☘︎ you slowly put yours up at a light jog, the corner of your eye looking at him.
☘︎ HE WAS ALREADY LOOKING AT YOU AHHHHHH
☘︎ “Are you okay?” he said, not even breaking a sweat.
☘︎ taken aback, you quickly nodded, smiling at him. he turned and went to look straight ahead.
☘︎ you stopped after a little while- and you were so embarrassed.
☘︎ you were hot, sweating, hands-on-hips-position, and drinking your water.
☘︎ he was not phased.
☘︎ “We can work on the kettlebells if you’re alright with that. I can help you again. Form is especially important.”
☘︎ hehehehehehehe he’s going to help with your fooooormmmmmm!!!!!
☘︎ he led you over to the kettlebells, and got out a 5 pound. he took two 25 pounds for him…
☘︎ “Let’s start easy. Form is important, so let’s start with swings. Swing the kettlebell between your legs, and make sure to tighten your midsection. Once the kettlebell reaches hip height, squeeze your glutes and extend your arms to the ceiling.”
☘︎ yeah that went in one ear and out the other… his voice was so deep.
☘︎ he saw your puzzled expression, “I can help straighten your back as you do so, guiding you through it, if that’s okay.”
☘︎ YESYES THATS OKAY.
☘︎ “of course, thank you!” you smiled.
☘︎ he came over, and handed you a 5 pound weight. he stood behind you, close.
☘︎ “Can I put my hands on your back?”
☘︎ as he got a quick answer, he did so, his left hand on your back, and the other on your shoulder, straightening your back.
☘︎ “Okay. Go ahead.”
☘︎ he led you through it, helping you with tips as he still had his hands on you. after a couple reps, you put the kettlebell down, before looking at him.
☘︎ he still had his hands on you
☘︎ “I apologize.” ushijima quietly said, as he took his hands off.
☘︎ he bit his cheek, and looked away for a moment, before looking back at you.
☘︎ “Would you like to learn how to spot someone?”
☘︎ he seemed at ease, a more happier expression, if you really looked
☘︎ this was going to be a long day, but you wouldn’t want to be with any other person besides him.
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AHHHHHH OKAYOKAY i really hope this is good! i’ve never written any headcanons, drabbles, onceshots, etc before, so i hope this is good! i didn’t want this to be too long,…i might’ve overdid it a bit….sorry!!!!!
in the future, i want to get more of the character’s expressions and how they feel, compared the reader! i would love to work on that!
also i love ushijima so much i really hope i portrayed him well! he’s a little difficult to write for, but ill get the hang of it!
i hope everyone likes this, and thank you @jellysupremacy for the request! i hope you like it!!! i had a good time writing it!!!! 💗💗💗💐💐
i wrote like crazy i think i did it in an hour this was so fun
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white-poppie · 2 years
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Hard to Love
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Characters:  Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader Genre: Reverse Hurt-comfort Warnings: ushy-gushy is insecure :( Writer: @ white-poppie
Song recommendation:  Cloud 9 by Beach bunny
HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!) 
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The car ride back home is quiet...too quiet for Ushijima's liking, the air is so condescendingly heavy that it is hard to inhale in.
Ushijima is thinking, he taps his fingers on his thighs when he is thinking, the two of you were coming back home from Tendou's birthday party.
A particular question from Tendou had stuck a nerve to Ushijima.
"Hey Y/n, do you think Ushijima is hard to love?" he had asked and you had done nothing, but laugh as he looked at you with hopeful eyes that you would say something.
It wasn't really your fault, you were kind of drunk at that time, barely registering the words, but Ushijima was there; sober enough and now he was driving while you were curled up in the back-seat, passed out.
Ushijima is confident when is comes to most things he is stoic and reserved and oftentimes too perfect to be human.
But Ushijima Wakatoshi has no clue what to do, when it come to you. Oh boy, Ushijima thinks you are something too good to be true, the way you stick around even after his half-hearted replies makes him think that you are some sort of angel you descended from heaven.
When the car comes to a hault, Ushijima picks you up easily, his build making you feel like barely anything, he smiles softly as he sees you involuntarily huddling close to his chest.
He put you on the bed and leaves to freshen up.
Within twenty minutes your eyes open, mind still hazy from that hangover, you look around to find Ushijima, light peaks from the door, you get up and follow it and end up in the living room with Ushijima watching the T.V
"You are still up?" you whisper groggily.
Ushijima looks at your for a second and then looks back at the screen, "yeah...I couldn't sleep."
You frown at his statement, he is very adamant about his sleep schedule, "is something wrong?" You whisper sitting on the couch and draping the blanket over you as well.
"It's nothing," he answers.
"It must be something," you hum while resting you head on his chest, closing your eyes at the comforting sound of his breathing.
"Y/N...am I hard to love?" he asks breaking the ice which causes you to look up to him.
"Of course not, what makes you think that?" you ask as your eyebrows knit in confusion.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes, "It's just that...y'know what, forget it."
You sat up straight and cradled his face in your palms, "'Toshi, talk to me."
"When Tendou said I am unlovable...you didn't say otherwise, I don't blame you."
The gears in your mind turned and a bulb lit up when you got what he was saying.
"Aww Toshi, I am sorry, I was too drunk to answer that time," you whispered while climbing onto his lap.
You stared at his caramel eyes, "Toshi you are the best s/o one can wish for, you take care of me and others," you planted a kiss on his nose giggling when you saw a very small smile crack through for a millisecond.
"You are so strong and buff, extremely handsome and so incredibly sexy," you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively, "I would nom you up if I could," you said and kissed his cheek.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, a low rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine, " 'M sorry...I just...I can't help overthink, what if we end up like my parents?"
You held his face, up from your neck and kissed him, his large hands cradling the small of your back.
" 'Toshi, one thing I can assure you, I am not going to leave you in a million years. You have nothing to be insecure of, in fact, I should be the insecure one here, a volleyball player with thousands of fans settled for someone like me, I cherish every moment with you, Mr Ushiwaka."
His bottom lip quivered a little and he buried his head in your neck again, "I love you."
"Love you too, my big teddy bear, now let's get you to sleep or else you will be all pouty when you miss your work-out time."
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(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ Ushyyyyyy uhuhu
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natashawritesstuff · 2 years
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pov: you want your daughters to be on the same team, they don’t even go to the same school
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“She’s very small,” Ushijima said as he stared down at Keina, your newborns small form.
“She’s half an hour old,” you reminded him from the hospital bed.
“Yes, but was Airi this small?”
“No, but who knows, she might end up being taller than her big sister.”
“Maybe,” he agreed, then looked back down at Keina and began to memorize the details on her face. “She’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, she is.”
“She looks like you.”
“Right now, not sure if that’s a good thing.”
“You look as beautiful as ever,” he promised and you laughed.
“Whatever you say.” He walked over with your child and sat down at the edge of the bed. “What time did you say Satori is coming with Airi?”
“At three.”
“Good. I’m excited for you to meet your sister, Keina,” you sang.
“Do you think they’ll be close?”
“I think they’ll be best friends.”
“Me too.”
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“Leave me alone, Airi!” Keina screamed and tried to go into her room to escape her sister only for her to follow.
“Why are you doing this!”
“Why do you care!”
“Because-” Airi stopped mid-sentence and looked around to see her room was once again filled with volleyball posters. ‘How long have those been there?’ “You planned this?”
“What are you talking about?” Airi only pointed to the poster of the Niiyama team after they made it to nationals last year and the many other Olympic players that came from the school. “Did you think I just selected it out of the blue?”
“You picked the school that beat us in nationals last year!”
“They beat you because you don’t know the correct timing for a risky move.”
“You did that on purpose.”
“What? I actually chose the team that went to nationals? What a surprise! Who wouldn’t? Not everything is about you Airi.”
“This obviously is. And you’re such a liar too! You said volleyball isn’t fun anymore but now you’re about to play on the team of our rivals just to spite me. I mean what kind of sister are you!”
“Really?” she said coldly. “Airi you don’t even fucking like me.”
“Wha-”
“I know you think I’m annoying and that you laugh at me with your friends when you think I’ve gone upstairs. I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”
“Kei, I didn’t-”
“I don’t care,” she cut her off. “I’m kinda done with this whole sister thing anyways.”
“What?”
“Oh and since you brought it up, when I said volleyball wasn’t fun anymore, I meant it wasn’t fun with you.”
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besties for sure <3
from Chapter 2 of Team on ao3/wattpad
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mischivana · 1 year
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I’m sorry but I have to say this before I lose my mind, Ushijima has a breeding kink.
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na0koz · 2 years
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EVENING WALKS WITH USHIJIMA !
walking home with ushijima on days you stayed with him after school while he had practice was so surreal, especially in the summer. it was the perfect temperature, not too hot or cold, the sun was just setting despite the time, and you got to spend time with your boyfriend! the walk wasn’t long, but the two of you often took a detour on one of the more scenic ways to get home, past rice paddies and little streams. except today your mom had made it crystal clear she wanted you back earlier than usual, and who was ushijima to go against your mother’s word? so, you took the route through the town centre where all the shops were where you stopped at convenience store to pick up a cold drink. ushijima had drank his two water bottles at practice - yes two, he gets thirsty - and was desperate for some water and you were craving something fruity so he offered to buy you something. drinking your drinks, you slowly wandered home. though your house was further on than his through the streets, he’d always walk you up to your door and make sure you got in safely. as you came in and greeted your mom, she commented on how much of a gentleman ushijima was and how lucky you were to have him. you smiled to yourself and agreed as you sat down for dinner.
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fushiguroll · 2 years
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“YOU’RE NOT MY BEST FRIEND!”
⇢  dad!bokuto kotaro, oikawa toru, ushijima wakatoshi, kuroo tetsuro, daichi sawamura x f!reader
synopsis: the one in which his daughter tells him he’s not her best friend, and that honor now belongs to you 
ʚɞ BOKUTO Kotaro | is sitting on the floor braiding his daughter’s hair when a brilliant idea suddenly popped into his head. “hey hey hey, princess!” “hey hey hey, daddy!” she echoed back, small fists raised in the air, mirroring his movements. “tell me, baby. who is your best friend? mommy or daddy?” Bokuto smiled proudly, about to accept the honor of being her best friend when her response just about shattered his heart. “mommy! mommy is my best friend in this whole wide world!” Bokuto looked at her in shock before holding up a mirror to her. “what? are you sure? you see this beautiful braid daddy just did for you? You look just like rapunzel from tangled! that’s what you wanted right?” Your daughter nods happily. “and you know who Rapunzel’s best friend is?” “the lizard?” “no honey, it’s her daddy, the king!” he lied straight to her face, desperate to be her best friend. “oh okay.” “so who’s your best friend now?” “mommy!” He sulked the entire day, until he spots you asking her the same question. “who’s your best friend, honey? It’s mommy, right?” “nope, it’s daddy!” Bokuto giggled, unable to hide his smile as he scoops her up in his arms, “yes that’s right, princess. you’re my best friend too!”
ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | was scrolling through his phone when he saw one of his fans’ comment on his picture with his daughter, “it’s so sweet when you’re best friends with your child.” he smiled at the comment and decided to show it to his daughter. “hey sweetie, look! one of daddy’s fans said you and I are very cute as best friends.” His daughter looked up at him with a completely deadpanned face. “but you’re not my best friend. mommy is!” oikawa felt his breath hitch in his throat at her proclamation. “that's not true! I’m your best friend, not mommy!” “no it’s mommy! I love mommy the most!” you come home to oikawa’s attempt to persuade his daughter, nearly begging her to change her mind. your daughter was very entertained by her father’s antics, which only prompted her to egg him on even more with her little “no it’s mommy! mommy is my bestest friend in the whole wide world!” your husband looked up at you, “Y/N! do something about this! you’re stealing my daughter away from me.” You laughed and hugged your adorable daughter to your chest, “you mean MY daughter? who’s best friend is ME?” that night Oikawa definitely uploaded a picture of himself looking wistfully at you and your daughter building legos on the floor with the caption, “heart broken so many times. #betrayedbydaughter.”
ʚɞ USHJIMA Wakatoshi | after coming back home, he carefully set down his daughter, who immediately ran into your arms. “Hi mommy! I missed you!” she said sweetly, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck as you picked her up. “I miss you too, my sweet girl. What’s it like for daddy to pick you up from school today?” “its okay...” she trailed off, “but I like it when you pick me up because you’re my bwestest friend, mommy.” ushijima stiffened at her words and looked over at the two of you giggling. he doesn't say anything but that night, he asked to tuck in his daughter instead. “I'll tuck her in tonight, you go to sleep first.” “alrighty, thanks baby.” he smiled like the considerate husband that he is, except he had ulterior motives. stepping into his daughter’s room, he made sure she’s comfortable before leaning down, placing a small kiss on her forehead. “d/n, do you like ice cream?” Her tired eyes suddenly shone with energy. “I love ice cream.” “would you like ice cream now?” She looked up at him excitedly, “really daddy? I can have ice cream now?” Ushijima looked over his shoulder, making sure you're not secretly listening in on their conversation, “yeah, but daddy only gets ice cream for his best friend.” “am I your best friend?” “I don’t know, are you?” for ice cream, your daughter will do anything. “yes I am! and you’re my best friend too!” with that, he picked her up from bed and head towards the kitchen. “okay best friend, what flavor would you like?”
ʚɞ KUROO Tetsuro | opened his arms wide as his daughter came running out after a long day at her kindergarten. In one swift motion, he caught her and planted a kiss on her chubby cheeks. “hello princess kuroo, how was school today?” She tightened her grip around his neck, turning to him to plant a kiss on his cheeks also. this was a little routine the two of them have established. “it was fun, daddy! we talked about our best friends.” kuroo stood up a little straighter, pleased with today’s class topic. “well, did you tell them good things about me? tell them how cool and fun your daddy is?” “nope!” she exclaimed, “I told them all about mommy.” “mommy? why?” she looked at him curiously, “because mommy’s my best friend.” he stopped dead in his tracks and pretended to look at his daughter in horror, making her giggle. “mommy?! mommy is your best friend? and not me?” His daughter shook her head and ignored him, “go daddy! we have to keep walking to the park!” Kuroo refused to budge, “no. I’m not going anywhere until you say I'm your best friend.” “you’re my best friend, daddy!” He looked at her surprised, “wow! that was easy. well, don’t forget it okay?” “okay, can you push me on the swing later?” “you got it, princess.” little did Kuroo know, the only reason you became your daughter’s best friend was because you secretly got her the barbie doll she wanted yesterday.
ʚɞ DAICHI Sawamura | “hey daddy, who’s your best friend?” his daughter asked, looking at him with curious eyes. he smiled down at her, “mommy is my best friend.” His daughter raised her hand for a high-five. “what’s this for?” “mommy is also my best friend.” Daichi snatched back his hands so fast. “what?! I thought I was your best friend.” “yes you are daddy.” “then how come mommy is your best friend too?” “you’re my third best friend, mommy is first best friend.” daichi looked at her curiously, “who’s your second then?” “uncle suga!” daichi looked so betrayed that his daughter quickly changed her answer, “I mean, you’re my second best friend, daddy!” Daichi sighed, “its okay honey, you don’t need to pity me. I’m happy to be your third best friend.” The little girl smiled before kissing him on the cheek and running away screaming about missing uncle Suga. Daichi made a mental note to do everything in his power to kick Suga off the best friend list. He’s okay with you being best friend number one. but there is no way suga can be best friend number 2.
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waifu-13 · 3 years
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☆◦∘ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ∘◦☆
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Key ;
✧・゚ fluff 🌸
✧・゚ angst 🥀
✧・゚ smut 💮
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My hero academia ;
✧・゚ dabi
Colors ~ 🥀
Daddy issues ~ 🥀
Tattoos and burns ~ 💮
✧・゚ bakugo
Fireworks ~ 🌸
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HxH ;
✧・゚ chrollo
Sweet sins ~ 💮
Bible study ~ 💮
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One piece ;
✧・゚ zoro
Forever can be bittersweet ~ 🥀
✧・゚ ace
Built on memories ~ 🥀
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Haikyuu ;
✧・゚bokuto
Don't worry baby owl ~ 💮
✧・゚ ushijima
Sunflowers ~ 🌸
Training break ~ 💮
✧・゚ kuroo
Insecurities ~ 🥀🌸
✧・゚ suna
Favorite dress ~ 💮
✧・゚ oikawa
Heather ~ 🥀
Cherry blossoms in spring ~ 🌸
Three months part 1 ~ 🥀🌸
↪ part 2
✧・゚ iwaizumi
The bet ~ 💮
✧・゚ kageyama
Milk and honey ~ 🌸
✧・゚ ukai
I know who you pretend I am ~ 🌸🥀
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Bungo stray dogs ;
✧・゚ dazai
Will you be mine doll? ~ 🌸
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Seraph of the end ;
✧・゚ guren
Please commander ~ 💮
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Tokyo ghoul ;
✧・゚ uta
My muse ~ 🌸
Two firsts in one night ~ 💮
It was just a dream, you're safe ~ 🌸
Ghouls paradise ~ 🌸
Kind gestures ~ 🌸
Sweet words on a sorrowful night ~ 🌸
Sometimes the past still hurts ~ 🌸
Stuffed animal hc fic ~ 🌸
✧・゚ kaneki
Book date gone wrong ~ 💮
↪ extended version
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Jujitsu kaisen ;
✧・゚ toji
Guys my age ~ 💮
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Howl's moving castle ;
✧・゚ howl
He's better for you ~ 🥀🌸
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Mystic messenger ;
✧・゚ zen
A break up ~ 🥀🌸
Tongue tied ~ 🌸
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Obey me ;
✧・゚ mammon
When greed takes over ~ 💮
↪extended version
✧・゚ satan
I bet on losing dogs ~ 🥀
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✧・゚ fill in the character/blank
Hold on ~ 🥀
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hqficlets · 5 years
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[ ushijima wakatoshi ] : height difference
we noticed a number of requests for ushijima these past few days. honestly, lavender is way too happy because they love him. :’)
༄* valerian.
hope you enjoy!
it is both a curse and a blessing to be short; a curse because everyone assumes your age and a blessing because there is a lot of advantages to having a tall boyfriend. one being stealing all their clothes as your own for winter purposes; another being a shade against the scorching sun; third being able to grab things from a high shelf.
especially if that partner is ushijima wakatoshi. captain of shiratorizawa volleyball club. mister perfect and 6′2.6″; who is blunt and tactless but gentle at the same time.
“toshi-kun,” his partner murmured, pulling his attention from the book he was reading. they were wearing one of his sweatshirts, the clothing becoming more of a dress to them rather than a shirt and that made the corner of his lips quirk just a bit. “i can’t seem to get the mixing bowl from the top of the shelf, can you help me real quick?”
ushijima simply placed his book down, mentally making a note of the last page he was on before making his way towards the kitchen where his lover is. they smiled up at him, embarrassed to which he only shook his head: don’t mind. 
“where is it?” he asked. wordlessly, they pointed up at a shelf where all of the baking necessities are. with ease, ushijima grabbed the mixing bowl and hold it out for the other to take.
“thanks!” they stood on their tiptoes, but even then they could only reach his chin - so that’s where they landed a kiss on as a grateful gesture. “i’m making cookies. wanna help me?”
“if by helping you mean getting things off the shelf, then sure.” ushijima smiles when they smacked him half-heartedly on his biceps, a low rumble resounding from the back of his throat. 
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hanaonesflower · 2 years
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It was mid slumber when you felt pleasurable tightness in that hole of yours. You relished in the feeling of someone’s fingers driving in and out of that forbidden goodness. Incubus this and succubus that, if it was in fact a wet dream then you would do anything to stay asleep but as the feeling became more intense and everything squeezed together you could feel yourself being pulled out of your sleep by some sick twisted love fantasy.
There he was, giggling up a storm by the way you squirmed with his digits pumping frantically inside you. Curling and twisting and scraping your walls, his strong arm wrapped under your back as it emerged from the other side to cup and twirl on your morning hardened nipples before taking one between his teeth. Imminent release on the horizon.
“Good morning, pretty lady. How’d you sleep?” He sighed in your ear, the warmth of his breath ignited your soberness. You liked the feeling but something made you attempt to move away, he teasingly licked your shoulder.
“Huh? Don’t you like this? C’mon now, I thought you said you wanted to try something new.” You did say that.
You stood no chance of fighting him back, but you also enjoyed this, so much more than you ever wanted to admit. His ankle hooked on yours and spread your legs open, allowing him more access to your sopping cunt. To fully allow him to ravage your insides with just the measly tools of his fingers. He smirked knowing how much the act of fingering alone could easily topple you over the edge and he got excited. And you, too groggy yet too full with desire to resist. When he finished wreaking havoc, his digits that were once in your hole now tittering on your clit.
“Make a mess for me baby doll, it’s laundry day, anyway.” With that, you did.
Iwaizumi, Obi, Gojo, Nanami, Semi, Daichi, Bokuto, Higuruma, Kogami, Benimaru, Vulcan, Ushijima, Jean, Toji
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sadlysoulx · 2 years
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[1:13am]—Pulling them by their belts/ties to kiss them
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Characters» Daichi, Ushijima, Kuroo
Trope/plot» you pull them by their belt/ties to kiss them
Warning» fluff to have cavities, a swear word or two? that's all I guess, let me know if there's more. DON'T IGNORE WARNINGS.
Note» hi :) Christmas is almost near but why do I feel not excited at all :(
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—Daichi
You watched as your boyfriend puts in his belt through his belt hoops.
Being a person who is on their phone all the time, reading some fanfics, you already have a lot of ideas to make someone be flustered.
He smiled as he sees you waiting by the gym doors. Daichi, who was just freshly showered after practice, immediately hugs you tightly. You took a huge huff of his deodorant and soap, making you feel home.
"Hey," his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.
You smiled. It's frustrating— in a good way— how he can throw you over heels with just a single word.
"Hey," you said back.
No words were exchanged instead the two of you looked into each other's eyes, falling in love with one another once again.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" He started. "If you want, there's a convenience store we can stop by—"
He was suddenly tugged forward and he looks down to see a finger hooked around his school belt. Flushing red, he looks up to you.
"Fuck baby, you'll be the death of me," Daichi says before kissing you passionately in your lips.
—Ushjima
"'Toshi, are you even listening?" You asked raising an eyebrow, slight annoyance in your tone.
Ushijima looks up at you before returning his gaze to his phone, a volleyball video playing. "I'm sorry, my love, just a few minutes,"
"But it's 5:45 right now!" You huffed, pointing dramatically at the clock across. "A few more minutes and it will be your practice, all we did is stand here near the lockers like some idiot while you watch that video,"
Ushijima looks up at the clock once he hears your words, eyes widening slightly, he puts his phone in his pocket.
"You're right my love," He took out his sports bag from the locker he's leaning on. "I have to go to the practice,"
He was about to walk away when he was forced forward, almost tumbling and falling on you. From his peripheral vision, he sees you holding on to his belt loops.
"You're not going anywhere, baby boy," You narrowed your eyes. "Not until you spend at least a minute with me,"
Ushjima softened and gave a small smile. He turned around and pushed you onto his locker before showering you with his soft kisses.
—Kuroo
If there was one thing that this man couldn't do is to make his tie.
He have to get his father to do it for him because he just can't. Even Kenma gave up on making it for him and insisted on learning how to do it themselves.
Kuroo looks down at the red tie in his hands, confusion painted all over his face.
"I swear this is the last time I would ask for your help, Kenma,"
The boy looked up from his psp and then rolling his eyes. "You said that last year. Until now,you can't make it yourself, you're such a baby,"
The blonde turned and walked away, leaving Kuroo behind, barking at him.
This man decided to tie into a bow and once he passed you in the hall, you snickered.
"Come here, Tetsu," You beckoned h over to your locker, in which the Captain happily skips to you.
You put your things in the locker before turning to him. "You're making the others think you're a walking joke,"
Kenma who had followed Kuroo to tease him, gave you a small smile.
"Atleast you know that Y/N-san,"
"Kenma!"
You reached over to the tie he made into a bow, grabbed it and pulled it down, making Kuroo bend to your level.
You untied it and began correctly tying it, ignoring Kuroo's intense stare at you. Once you were done, you looked up at your boyfriend's blushing face.
"Please kiss me," he whispered. Kenma almost dropped his play station.
You laughed, patting his chest to let him know you're done and then walked backwards.
"Not until you know how to tie that yourself,"
That night he searched up atleast 34 videos on how to tie a tie. It was worth it, he got a promised kiss from you.
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How they react to another guy hitting on you | Haikyuu
Ushijima, Kenma, and Tanaka | Headcanons
Warnings: Creepy dudes being very weird to y/n, cursing, not smut
Ushijima
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Ushijima would immediately scare the shit out of anyone who tried to hit on you
He would just come and put his arm around you and say “can I help you?” and that would be enough to make the guy pass out from fear
If I were in the other dude’s position I would honestly just start sobbing ngl
(But that might just be because I’m scared of everyone)
“Hey there, sexy. Wanna grab a drink?” 
You immediately froze, staring anxiously at the face of the man who’d spoken to you. “Uh, I have a boyfriend.” 
“But he isn’t here now, is he.”
“I’m not interested…”
“Aw, c’mon,” he said, inching closer. “I’ll show you a good time. Since your boyfriend doesn’t have the decency to do that.”
“I don’t have the decency to do what?” A voice asked dryly from behind you. Ushijima put his arm around your shoulder and blinked at the man in front of you. 
“I- uh-”
“Can I help you?”
“Uh, no- no,” the man stuttered, backing away. 
“Good. Leave, then.” You were surprised at the hardness of his voice; you could feel the anger in it. You turned to look at him. He was furious. His expression was one you’d only seen during games. “Are you okay?” he asked. 
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Toshi.”He kissed the top of your head and held his hand in yours. 
“Good. Maybe I should stay closer to you from now on.”
Tanaka
Tanaka would make that face he made when he was trying to scare Kindaichi 
“Sorry, they’re taken”
This man would be seething
The other dude’s reaction completely depends on his personality
Tanaka just doesn’t have the ability to terrify ANYONE like Ushi does :’( 
“You look fine as hell,” a man whistled from next to you. You whipped your head to the side. “Wanna get a drink?”
“Uh, no thanks,” you said awkwardly. “I have a boyfriend.”
The guy shrugged. “I don’t see a boyfriend.”
“Uh-”
“You see a boyfriend now?” Tanaka hissed, scrunching up his face and leaning towards the other man. He put his arm around your shoulder and squeezed a little too tight for comfort. “They’re taken. Get lost.” His face contorted again and he tilted it downwards. 
“Uh… yeah. Okay, dude. Sorry.” The guy backed away slowly, looking curiously at Tanaka.
“Thanks,” you said, laughing a little at your boyfriend’s face as you leaned into his shoulder. 
“It’s my job,” he shrugged. “If it happens again, I’ll be faster. And I won’t be as nice.” He scrunched his eyebrows down again at the man’s retreating figure and you giggled. 
“Right.”
Kenma
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He literally doesn’t care
He’ll see what’s happening and wait for it to be over so he can talk to you
If the guy starts to get pushy he might ask Kuroo to get him to leave (Kuroo tags along on all your dates, sorry not sorry)
You probably have to handle it on your own
“Hey, babe. Can I have your number?”
“Uh, no, sorry,” you mumbled quickly. “I have a boyfriend.”
There was a pause. “He’s not here, though is he?”
“Well, uh, yeah, but,” you cast a glance over to Kenma and Kuroo. They were sitting on a bench pretty far off. 
“But what?”
You saw Kuroo elbow Kenma in the shoulder and stand up, jogging towards you. “Hey there,” he smirked, yanking you into his side. 
“Ow- Kuroo-”
“You got business with them? ‘Cause they’re mine.”
The man lifted his hands up and backed away. “Sorry, dude, I didn’t know.”
As he turned around, Kuroo lifted his middle finger.
“He can’t see you,” you said, laughing a little. 
“Whatever. Fucking bastard,” he growled. “And your boyfriend’s an idiot, you know that?”
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