11. I don’t really have a favorite one. But if I were to pick my most fun year that would be back in 2018 so that would make me 19 or 20 I guess.
38. I’m wearing Batman socks so black and yellow
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hi 🥺🥺 i just discovered your page and i luv all ur works sm!! do you mind me requesting smtg w iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo and/or ushijima as single dads and them meeting y/n and calling her mommy? you can add or remove any charas you want! luv u again ❣
their kids calling you mom
featuring : iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo
genre : fluff
warnings : fem!reader, singledad!hq, use of word "mom" and it's equivalents for the reader
a/n : hey luv, thanks for requesting! this was fun to write <3 also i'm sorry i didn't write for ushi bcz idea issues <//3 i'm really sorry, will make sure to include him if i plan on doing pt 2. hope you enjoy these!! and i hope this is what you meant by the request bye 🤡
— iwaizumi
It's been a while since she saw Iwaizumi. Standing in the corner of the extraordinarily crowded bakery, Iwaizumi's daughter looked for her dad with eyes brimming with tears. And then your gaze fell upon her little figure as you packed a box of pastries. Excusing yourself from the counter, you walked to the girl, not noticing the fear in her eyes until you got closer.
"Hey bubs, do you need anything?" With a slight concern in your voice, you crouched in front of her and held her hands, hoping that it would provide some comfort.
"Daddy..." She whispered. 'So, she got lost.' Getting lost in a bakery sounded almost impossible unless her dad thought she was with him when she wasn't. At least, that's what you thought.
"Alright, love, come here," Hesitantly, she followed you to the counter with a slight blush on her cheeks. You made her sit on a nearby chair before asking her some questions. "Can you tell me about your dad? Do you know his name?"
She squinted her eyes as she tried to think, a pout forming on her lips. "Daddy loves to play games with me!"
'Ah yes, very informative.'
You didn't miss the sudden glow on her face as she talked about her dad with a soft smile on her face. "That's great, sweetie, but tell me his na—"
"Excuse me, have you seen a little girl— ah, so you're here." A deep masculine voice beat you to it before you could complete your sentence. She was quick to get down from the chair and running to her dad, hugging him as he crouched in front of her. Iwaizumi was a regular at your shop but you didn't expect him to have a daughter. Either way, you couldn't smile but smile at the little reunion.
"Thanks for looking after her. Hope she didn't cause you any trouble, did she?" Iwaizumi offered a soft apology while his daughter looked at you with a priceless smile on her face.
"Anytime! And no, she didn't cause any trouble. She's a very sweet child." You bent down to boop on her nose as a short giggle escaped her lips.
"Don't you think you're forgetting something, princess?" Your gaze shifted between the two, finally settling on the girl's face as she offered you a bright smile. You knew what was coming.
"Thank you for looking after me!" She chimed in with a giggle as she turned to look back at Iwaizumi. "Can we come to see mommy again?"
No, you didn't see that coming.
A faint blush crept up his face as he let out an awkward chuckle before proceeding to speak but, you beat it to him.
"Yes, sweetie, you can!" You smile, giving her hands a light squeeze. "But, make sure to stick around with your dad, okay?" She nodded excitedly, raising her head to look at you, as you stand up. "I hope you won't lose her again."
He chuckled at your teasing remark. "Sure, I won't." He walked out of the bakery, laughing it off with a smirk but, you could've sworn you watched his ears turn red as he noticed you blush at her daughter's sweet little name for you.
— akaashi
As Akaashi's workmate and one of his closest friends, you always found your weekends occupied by his son Hiro since he loved spending time with you. Today was no different, other than the fact that it's been quite some time since he met you, and that's how the two ended up at your place at ten in the morning.
"I'm sorry for the trouble, y/n." Akaashi apologized as he took a seat with a smile plastered on his face.
"No, it's okay! I missed him too, so I guess it's a win for both of us!" You passed him a playful wink before offering a cake slice to Hiro as his giggles filled your living room. Your little play sessions were your favourite, and just like Hiro, you awaited the weekend eagerly, be it for the child or his dad.
Unlike other days, when it's usually you playing with him till the afternoon before you read him to sleep so that you and Akaashi could do some work, today you decided to have a cooking session. Well, a baking session would be a better term. Akaashi, as usual, was stressed, especially since it's about cooking and he knows how energetic his son can be when it's about cooking.
"Chocolate!"
"No! Strawberry it is!"
"I still vote for watching movies instead of baking." Akaashi sighed, a concerned look plastered on his face.
You rolled your eyes. "C'mon 'Kaashi, don't be such a vibe killer."
And to your surprise, Hiro repeated the same thing. "Yeah, daddy, don't be such a vibe killer." Both you and Akaashi looked at him with an astonished look as he giggled. You could feel Akaashi glaring at you from your peripheral vision.
"You know, you need to stop calling me things because it just gets registered in his mind." He sighed, a chuckle escaping your lips. "Yesterday, he was calling me 'Kash all thanks to you." You laughed, sticking out your tongue towards him as you turned to the cabinets to gather the ingredients.
"Are we making chocolate cakes?" You nodded as you sieved the flour into a blow, only for him to knock out the bowl as the flour fell over your dress.
"Hiro—"
"Daddy, look at mom's clothes; they're all white now!!" He giggled and, to your concern, it only fueled Akaashi's anger. But before he could say anything, you tucked on his sleeves, eyes looking at his son as he laughed at the mere accident.
Akaashi didn't notice what Hiro said. At least, that's what you thought.
"Ah, well, we're not baking cakes because that was the last packet, kid." You sighed as you dusted the flour off your clothes, a pout forming on Hiro's face. "But we can always buy them!" Hiro's eyes perked up at your words as he got down from the chair and ran towards the door, leaving you alone with Akaashi. You chuckled at the look of extreme concern over his face. "I'll go get changed."
He nodded. "I'm sorry for what he called you, you know," Your lips curled in a smile as you scanned his flustered face. "Hope you didn't mind."
"It's okay. Hiro's just a kid 'Kaashi." Even if you laughed it off, your cheeks didn't fail to heat up as you faced away, walking towards your room because you, in fact, did not mind it.
— kuroo
"And, we meet again." You turned around at a familiar voice, eyes landing on even a more familiar face as your lips curled into a grin. "Been a while since we last talked, y/n. How have you been?"
"Turns out you didn't forget me, huh? And, it looks like you brought a little guest this time." You tilt your head, waving at the little girl who was hiding behind Kuroo's legs. "Hey, there, sweet thing."
A chuckle escaped his lips as he picked up her daughter, only for her to hide her face in the crook of his neck. "Say hello, princess. Didn't you want to meet her?"
You raised your eyebrows, walking behind Kuroo to get a better look at her face. "You wanted to meet me?" She lifted her head a bit before nodding and wrapping her hands around his neck as she hid deeper. "If you won't talk to me then, how can we become friends, love? Let's have a little macaroon party, shall we?"
To your surprise, she looked up again, this time with an intrigued face. "Macaroons?" She whispered, getting a nod from you as a response. She shuffled out of Kuroo's hold as he put her down carefully, standing by your side as she held on your index finger. "Can we get dino macaroons?" You nodded, a smile forming on her face as she ran away to the food display.
You knew Kuroo for over a year now, and the main reason you both became this close was your bakery. Having your shop five minutes from his workplace, Kuroo dropped by almost every other day. Sometimes alone, sometimes with friends, there was not a day when you didn't see him. It wasn't until a couple of months ago, he told you about his five-year-old daughter Hiroko and judging from how he described her, you couldn't wait to see her. So, the moment you spot her little head peeking from behind her dad's legs, you knew you were going to steal all the chances to pamper her, considering your love for kids.
After a nice fifteen minutes of getting distracted by every other thing in the bakery, Hiroko finally chose the macaroons she wanted to eat and they weren't the dino ones. "Cat ones, please!" She chirped in, eyes perking up at the little decorations in your shop. You nodded, putting them in a box, making sure to add a couple of dino ones secretly as a surprise for her.
"Here you go, miss." Kuroo picked up the box and handed it to her as she mumbled a soft thank you. She looked a bit more comfortable than she was earlier.
"Daddy always talks about how tasty your macaroons are." A sudden revelation from her grabs both yours and Kuroo's attention. "So, I wanted to meet you."
You smirked, looking at him. "Didn't know your daddy was such a big fan of my cooking."
"He is!" She chirped in with a sudden excitement in her voice. "He always says, 'There's this pretty lady who makes delicious macaroons.' And he always gets some for me!" You laugh at her failed attempt to copy her dad as Kuroo tried to hide the blush on his face.
"That's enough for today, princess. Let's go home." Before she could expose him even more, Kuroo took the opportunity and changed the topic.
She pouted before looking back at you, eyes beckoning as if she wanted to tell you something. You crouched in front of her, not expecting the gentle kiss that she planted on your cheeks. "Thank you for the macaroons, mommy." And off she went towards the door, not looking back to see if her dad was following.
You stood up; cheeks flushed with tints of red as you looked at Kuroo. "You might want to clear it up to her."
"Don't act like you don't like it, y/n." He passed you a smirk before walking towards the door, taking the box away from her hands, leaving you struck as you watched them leave.
hi 🥺🥺 i just discovered your page and i luv all ur works sm!! do you mind me requesting smtg w iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo and/or ushijima as single dads and them meeting y/n and calling her mommy? you can add or remove any charas you want! luv u again ❣
their kids calling you mom
featuring : iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo
genre : fluff
warnings : fem!reader, singledad!hq, use of word "mom" and it's equivalents for the reader
a/n : hey luv, thanks for requesting! this was fun to write <3 also i'm sorry i didn't write for ushi bcz idea issues <//3 i'm really sorry, will make sure to include him if i plan on doing pt 2. hope you enjoy these!! and i hope this is what you meant by the request bye 🤡
— iwaizumi
It's been a while since she saw Iwaizumi. Standing in the corner of the extraordinarily crowded bakery, Iwaizumi's daughter looked for her dad with eyes brimming with tears. And then your gaze fell upon her little figure as you packed a box of pastries. Excusing yourself from the counter, you walked to the girl, not noticing the fear in her eyes until you got closer.
"Hey bubs, do you need anything?" With a slight concern in your voice, you crouched in front of her and held her hands, hoping that it would provide some comfort.
"Daddy..." She whispered. 'So, she got lost.' Getting lost in a bakery sounded almost impossible unless her dad thought she was with him when she wasn't. At least, that's what you thought.
"Alright, love, come here," Hesitantly, she followed you to the counter with a slight blush on her cheeks. You made her sit on a nearby chair before asking her some questions. "Can you tell me about your dad? Do you know his name?"
She squinted her eyes as she tried to think, a pout forming on her lips. "Daddy loves to play games with me!"
'Ah yes, very informative.'
You didn't miss the sudden glow on her face as she talked about her dad with a soft smile on her face. "That's great, sweetie, but tell me his na—"
"Excuse me, have you seen a little girl— ah, so you're here." A deep masculine voice beat you to it before you could complete your sentence. She was quick to get down from the chair and running to her dad, hugging him as he crouched in front of her. Iwaizumi was a regular at your shop but you didn't expect him to have a daughter. Either way, you couldn't smile but smile at the little reunion.
"Thanks for looking after her. Hope she didn't cause you any trouble, did she?" Iwaizumi offered a soft apology while his daughter looked at you with a priceless smile on her face.
"Anytime! And no, she didn't cause any trouble. She's a very sweet child." You bent down to boop on her nose as a short giggle escaped her lips.
"Don't you think you're forgetting something, princess?" Your gaze shifted between the two, finally settling on the girl's face as she offered you a bright smile. You knew what was coming.
"Thank you for looking after me!" She chimed in with a giggle as she turned to look back at Iwaizumi. "Can we come to see mommy again?"
No, you didn't see that coming.
A faint blush crept up his face as he let out an awkward chuckle before proceeding to speak but, you beat it to him.
"Yes, sweetie, you can!" You smile, giving her hands a light squeeze. "But, make sure to stick around with your dad, okay?" She nodded excitedly, raising her head to look at you, as you stand up. "I hope you won't lose her again."
He chuckled at your teasing remark. "Sure, I won't." He walked out of the bakery, laughing it off with a smirk but, you could've sworn you watched his ears turn red as he noticed you blush at her daughter's sweet little name for you.
— akaashi
As Akaashi's workmate and one of his closest friends, you always found your weekends occupied by his son Hiro since he loved spending time with you. Today was no different, other than the fact that it's been quite some time since he met you, and that's how the two ended up at your place at ten in the morning.
"I'm sorry for the trouble, y/n." Akaashi apologized as he took a seat with a smile plastered on his face.
"No, it's okay! I missed him too, so I guess it's a win for both of us!" You passed him a playful wink before offering a cake slice to Hiro as his giggles filled your living room. Your little play sessions were your favourite, and just like Hiro, you awaited the weekend eagerly, be it for the child or his dad.
Unlike other days, when it's usually you playing with him till the afternoon before you read him to sleep so that you and Akaashi could do some work, today you decided to have a cooking session. Well, a baking session would be a better term. Akaashi, as usual, was stressed, especially since it's about cooking and he knows how energetic his son can be when it's about cooking.
"Chocolate!"
"No! Strawberry it is!"
"I still vote for watching movies instead of baking." Akaashi sighed, a concerned look plastered on his face.
You rolled your eyes. "C'mon 'Kaashi, don't be such a vibe killer."
And to your surprise, Hiro repeated the same thing. "Yeah, daddy, don't be such a vibe killer." Both you and Akaashi looked at him with an astonished look as he giggled. You could feel Akaashi glaring at you from your peripheral vision.
"You know, you need to stop calling me things because it just gets registered in his mind." He sighed, a chuckle escaping your lips. "Yesterday, he was calling me 'Kash all thanks to you." You laughed, sticking out your tongue towards him as you turned to the cabinets to gather the ingredients.
"Are we making chocolate cakes?" You nodded as you sieved the flour into a blow, only for him to knock out the bowl as the flour fell over your dress.
"Hiro—"
"Daddy, look at mom's clothes; they're all white now!!" He giggled and, to your concern, it only fueled Akaashi's anger. But before he could say anything, you tucked on his sleeves, eyes looking at his son as he laughed at the mere accident.
Akaashi didn't notice what Hiro said. At least, that's what you thought.
"Ah, well, we're not baking cakes because that was the last packet, kid." You sighed as you dusted the flour off your clothes, a pout forming on Hiro's face. "But we can always buy them!" Hiro's eyes perked up at your words as he got down from the chair and ran towards the door, leaving you alone with Akaashi. You chuckled at the look of extreme concern over his face. "I'll go get changed."
He nodded. "I'm sorry for what he called you, you know," Your lips curled in a smile as you scanned his flustered face. "Hope you didn't mind."
"It's okay. Hiro's just a kid 'Kaashi." Even if you laughed it off, your cheeks didn't fail to heat up as you faced away, walking towards your room because you, in fact, did not mind it.
— kuroo
"And, we meet again." You turned around at a familiar voice, eyes landing on even a more familiar face as your lips curled into a grin. "Been a while since we last talked, y/n. How have you been?"
"Turns out you didn't forget me, huh? And, it looks like you brought a little guest this time." You tilt your head, waving at the little girl who was hiding behind Kuroo's legs. "Hey, there, sweet thing."
A chuckle escaped his lips as he picked up her daughter, only for her to hide her face in the crook of his neck. "Say hello, princess. Didn't you want to meet her?"
You raised your eyebrows, walking behind Kuroo to get a better look at her face. "You wanted to meet me?" She lifted her head a bit before nodding and wrapping her hands around his neck as she hid deeper. "If you won't talk to me then, how can we become friends, love? Let's have a little macaroon party, shall we?"
To your surprise, she looked up again, this time with an intrigued face. "Macaroons?" She whispered, getting a nod from you as a response. She shuffled out of Kuroo's hold as he put her down carefully, standing by your side as she held on your index finger. "Can we get dino macaroons?" You nodded, a smile forming on her face as she ran away to the food display.
You knew Kuroo for over a year now, and the main reason you both became this close was your bakery. Having your shop five minutes from his workplace, Kuroo dropped by almost every other day. Sometimes alone, sometimes with friends, there was not a day when you didn't see him. It wasn't until a couple of months ago, he told you about his five-year-old daughter Hiroko and judging from how he described her, you couldn't wait to see her. So, the moment you spot her little head peeking from behind her dad's legs, you knew you were going to steal all the chances to pamper her, considering your love for kids.
After a nice fifteen minutes of getting distracted by every other thing in the bakery, Hiroko finally chose the macaroons she wanted to eat and they weren't the dino ones. "Cat ones, please!" She chirped in, eyes perking up at the little decorations in your shop. You nodded, putting them in a box, making sure to add a couple of dino ones secretly as a surprise for her.
"Here you go, miss." Kuroo picked up the box and handed it to her as she mumbled a soft thank you. She looked a bit more comfortable than she was earlier.
"Daddy always talks about how tasty your macaroons are." A sudden revelation from her grabs both yours and Kuroo's attention. "So, I wanted to meet you."
You smirked, looking at him. "Didn't know your daddy was such a big fan of my cooking."
"He is!" She chirped in with a sudden excitement in her voice. "He always says, 'There's this pretty lady who makes delicious macaroons.' And he always gets some for me!" You laugh at her failed attempt to copy her dad as Kuroo tried to hide the blush on his face.
"That's enough for today, princess. Let's go home." Before she could expose him even more, Kuroo took the opportunity and changed the topic.
She pouted before looking back at you, eyes beckoning as if she wanted to tell you something. You crouched in front of her, not expecting the gentle kiss that she planted on your cheeks. "Thank you for the macaroons, mommy." And off she went towards the door, not looking back to see if her dad was following.
You stood up; cheeks flushed with tints of red as you looked at Kuroo. "You might want to clear it up to her."
"Don't act like you don't like it, y/n." He passed you a smirk before walking towards the door, taking the box away from her hands, leaving you struck as you watched them leave.
I saw something that was like “we put our lives on pause, but getting vaccinated can help us be able to hit play again” and it just bothered me because I’m not just starting again where I left off. I graduated from college in spring of 2020. I’m never going back to living there and regularly seeing my college friends. I’m never getting my graduation ceremony. I’m not getting my last months of college back. They’re gone!
So anyway this post is dedicated to anybody who went through any transitional period during the pandemic. Whether you graduated, lost somebody, moved, or anything else where you will never truly be able to get the last months/year of [whatever] back. It’s so easy to feel like you should be over it by now and just be grateful whenever you can eat in a restaurant and go into stores again but you lost more than that.
I’m just tired of seeing so many things about “going back to normal” when a lot of us don’t have the same “normal” to go back to.
This is your daily reminder that your mental health is more important than pleasing people.
To anyone who needs to hear this: you are enough and you don’t need to please anyone but yourself.
if i don’t periodically remind myself that there are a LOT of other ppl in their 20s who currently do nothing at all but lie in bed and type on various different screens all day then i start having heart palpitations
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Prompt: you faint during an argument; Kuroo and Oikawa edition
Warnings: fainting, slight mentions of panic, mentions of violence (he does NOT hit you, just misunderstandings)
Read other parts: akaashi and iwaizumi , sakusa and tsukishima , bokuto and atsumu , kita and tendou , osamu and semi
Kuroo
You and Kuroo had been silently ignoring each other for the day, both of you too angry to speak to the other, neither willing to cave and break the silence first. You’d been cleaning around the apartment, deciding to organize his desk that was a bit messy as he was in the bathroom. What you hadn’t counted on was your elbow knocking down his mug of coffee and spilling over his papers. Kuroo wasn’t pleased in the slightest, that was clear, but he also wasn’t the kindest to you when he got back, opting to yell at you for doing your cleaning while you claimed you only wanted to help. So now here you were, both of you stubbornly sitting across the table from each other eating dinner quietly.
“Can you pass me some salt?” You eventually broke the silence but were met with nothing. Looking at Kuroo, he didn’t seem to have heard you, but you knew better from the way his fist tightened a little bit. “So you wanna be petty? I said was sorry Tetsuro, it was an accident.” He glared at you.
“Yeah and now I look unprofessional because of you. I’m gonna go in with papers stained with coffee in the corner, how does that make me look?” Sighing, you put your utensils down.
“It happens! I was just trying to help, I’ve apologized so many times but you’re being an absolute dick about it. You can print new ones if it means that much to you,” you said exasperated. This only seemed to anger him further, his voice raising a bit, making you frown.
“Oh, and I just redo hours of paperwork? Because you couldn’t keep in your own space and leave my papers alone?”
“You’d been complaining about having to clear out the old ones to make more room! I just wanted to help you from being stressed!”
“Well now you’ve made me more stressed!” He stood up this time, hands slamming the table, glasses of water shaking a bit at the force. Stunned, you flinched back, heartbeat beginning to get erratic.
“For the hundredth time Testu, I’m sorry! I won’t go in there again—”
“Sorry doesn’t fix my damn papers y/n!” Standing up, you glared at him this time, anger beginning to spike. He was beginning to get awfully unreasonable about this, unwilling to just drop it.
“What’s your issue Tetsuro? You’ve been moody this whole day, and I’m sick of it. Get your attitude in check okay?” This prompted him to only get angrier, however, looking at you with a condescending grin.
“Oh I’m sorry y/n, I guess I can learn a thing or two from you about being less moody. You seem to ruin your boyfriend’s work and easily act like nothing is wrong so I suppose your good at shoving things under the rug!”
“Tetsu—”
“Shut up y/n, you’re the most insensitive and self absorbed person I’ve met. All you do is wander around in your own bubble, no care in the world to who you’re inconveniencing or not!” Finally, tears of frustration rolled down your face, as you stared at Kuroo in shock. What was a minor accident on your part was beginning to escalate into something much larger in scale than it had to be, and Kuroo was beginning to drain you with his constant jabs.
“What else do you want—”
“You’re still sitting here talking about yourself! ‘I apologized,’ ‘I made a small mistake,’ ‘I was just trying to help,’ maybe I don’t need your help y/n, and maybe I don’t need you!” Despite trying to tell yourself he didn’t mean it, that it was just in the moment, his words cut deep.
“Why would you say—”
“For fucks sake y/n, again? All you do is make it so you’re the victim! My things got ruined! Mine! This isn’t about you! Not everything is fucking about you!”
“Tets—”
“Shut up would you!” The room was beginning to spin and his voice was starting to make you flinch with each word. Slowly, you hugged yourself, tears beginning to fall more rapidly. “What was even going on in your head that you just had to go through my papers? You saw I was stressed! Did you really have to make things worse?”
“I really didn’t mean—”
“Well you did! You always do! I can’t escape the stress, not at work, not at home with you! What is so hard about leaving my things—” he never got to finish the sentence that he was screaming at you because before he could, you’d slumped into your chair, eyes closed, not responding as he called your name.
It took a bit, but eventually, Kuroo coaxed you awake, seeing your eyes flutter open from your spot on his chest as he cradled you to him. Peering up, you adjusted to your surroundings.
“Hey y/n,” he said softly. Sighing, you tried to leave him arms, but he wouldn’t let you. “I’m really sorry y/n, I overreacted and ended up overwhelming you. I’m so sorry,” he whispered. Shrugging, you lay limply by his side.
“It’s whatever.” Looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows, he shook his head.
“It’s not whatever, I shouldn’t have—” he was interrupted by you turning around and facing away from him. “Y/n? Babe?”
“Just drop it Tetsuro, I’m not in the mood.” Heart sinking, he tried to turn you to face him, but you refused.
“Babe, I know you’re upset but—”
“Tetsuro, I’m pretty tired okay? You’ve yelled at me quite a bit and it’s been exhausting. I’m sorry I got in your way and I’m sorry I seem to bother you so much, so I’ll leave you alone more from now on and keep to myself.” He knew it was his own fault, but that didn’t stop Kuroo from feeling the guilt seep in, crushing him under its weight.
“I’m really sorry y/n, I didn’t mean any of it, I really do promise. I just snapped from the pressure. It was way too much though, I know that, and I swear it won’t happen again. I just... I don’t know, works been hectic, and I’ve missed you, I haven’t been able to spend as much time with you, and I just wanted a break but the papers getting stained just made me blow up.” Slowly, much to his relief, you turned, facing him once more.
“You could talk to me if you’re stressed, I’d have listened. I don’t try to make everything about me.” He shook his head, grabbing your hand and laying it against his cheek, kissing the palm.
“You don’t. I was being a dick. I’m really sorry y/n, I never meant to push you so far.” Sighing, you came closer, fully closing the gap between you.
“I’m sorry about your papers Tetsu, I should’ve known better than to invade your space in the middle of working.”
“You were just trying to help, and the worst my coworkers would do was make a joke here and there. I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” You smiled gently at him, leaning in and kissing him briefly. Leaning his head against yours, Kuroo closed his eyes, basking in your presence. “I’ll never speak to you like that again, I love you okay?” Smiling, you cupped his cheek.
“I love you too Tetsu.” Once more, you closed your eyes, this time much calmer as you fell into a slumber in Kuroo’s arms.
Oikawa
“Tooru you know for our date this Saturday? There’s this place that opened—” Oikawa sighed, rubbing his temples as he sat on his phone. Looking up and meeting your eyes, he gave you a tired look.
“Y/n, I’m busy this Saturday too okay? I have more practice to do for the upcoming game.” Deflating, you looked at your hands.
“Oh,” you whispered. “But Saturday is date night,” you reminded him. Groaning, he threw his head back, looking at you once more with furrowed eyebrows.
“Y/n seriously? You can’t see I’m busy this week?” You felt your heart sink even more, staring at your lap dejectedly, earlier excitement gone.
“But Tooru, we haven’t had date night in two weeks, you canceled the hour before the first time, and then the second time you said you were too busy too. Are you really that busy on your day off?” Glaring at you, he scoffed, looking back at his phone.
“Well I have things to do right now y/n, if you’re not gonna understand, then I’m not gonna waste my time on it.” Tears welled in your eyes, the feeling of hurt, of your insecurities peaking that your boyfriend didn’t enjoy spending time with you as you did, starting to bubble up in your chest. As the tears slid down your cheeks, you sniffled, trying to wipe them away.
“W-what about Sunday? Maybe Sunday will be a better—”
“Are you actually serious y/n? Are you still on about the damn date? Like we don’t go on enough dates? Are you seriously that desperate to go out? We’ll have a damn date when I’m not fucking busy, jeez!” Frowning, you tried your best to wipe your tears, looking at him to defend yourself.
“I’m not desperate if we haven’t had date night in two weeks! We set that up so that we’d have a night to ourselves even if we got busy, and you’re just blowing it off—” once again he cut you off, rising to his feet and tugging at his hair in frustration. The muscles of his arms flexed tensely, veins popping as he got more worked up.
“You are so clingy! Maybe I just need a break from you, have you ever thought of that? Maybe extra practice is more enjoyable than being around you at this point.” This time, a choked sob escaped you as you stared at him in disbelief. Oikawa only rolled his eyes.
“Tooru, what has gotten into you?”
“Nothing! It’s you!”
“I haven’t done anything! You’ve been blowing me off, canceling dates, you’re on your phone during the few times we get to ourselves at home, I just miss you!” Laughing bitterly, he shook his head.
“You miss me? Jeez y/n, I live with you! What else do you need? Do you want me to merge myself at your hip?” Wiping your nose, you stood up.
“Tooru, stop twisting my words, I didn’t even say anything bad! I just miss the way we spent at least one night with each other! Don’t you miss spending time with me? You’re usually the one that needs more attention anyway!” Whipping his head around, he looked at you with narrowed eyes, pupils dark and cold, staring at you venomously.
“I’m the one who needs attention?”
“Y—”
“I’m the one who’s clingy huh? I need to be smothered 24/7?” Hands getting clammy, your heart raced in your chest.
“Tooru—”
“I suppose I’m the one who always needs to be coddled, so desperate for a damn date night huh? No concern of whether or not you’re busy?” Your breath hitched, panic setting in as his voice kept rising while he stalked closer and closer to you, face red and angry.
“Okay, let’s just drop—” but to your dismay, he cut you off once more, even angrier than before.
“Drop it? You wanna fucking drop it? After you started it?”
“I’m sor—”
“You wanted a date so desperately didn’t you? Now you’re just gonna drop it? Make up your damn mind y/n because all you’re doing is pissing me off!” And just as he raised a hand up, you gasped, flinching violently. He paused midway to brushing the hair out of his face, eyes wide as he watched you fall back onto the couch behind you, eyes closed and body limp.
You opened your eyes again a while later, body sore as you sat up, trying to get past your disoriented state. A small sniffle rang through your room, and slowly you registered that your boyfriend was sat at the foot of the bed.
“Y-y/n?” Sighing, you stared at your hands. Oikawa let out a shaky breath, wiping away the tears. “Y/n you know... you can’t think... I-I’d never actually... I could never hurt you like that,” he whispered out eventually, heart breaking in his chest as the words left his mouth. Slowly, you met his eyes, seeing the pain in his orbs. Letting out a breath, you nodded.
“I know, it was just... things were escalating and it just happened so fast, my body acted before my mind.” He sniffled again, trying to reach for your hand. Grabbing it, he squeezed gently.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Let’s go on that date on Saturday, I’ll take you on one on Sund—”
“I don’t really want to go on a date anymore. I just wanna be alone.” His lips trembled, face paling. Shaking his head, Oikawa looked at you pleadingly.
“I know I was wrong, you had every right to be upset over two missed weeks, so just let me make it up to you, I...” he trailed off when he noticed you wiping away your own tears.
“You said so many awful things to me over this date. It just won’t be enjoyable now, it’ll just seem forced. I don’t wanna go out anymore, and definitely not if you don’t want to.” Breath shaky, he exhaled, trying his best to keep his composure for you.
“No, I didn’t mean them. I was being a jerk, and I shouldn’t have lashed out at you. I should appreciate you more. I’m really sorry okay? Please, I’m so sorry. I’ll... just let me take you on a date, or we can even stay in and have one indoors! I’ll cook, and we can build a fort, and I’ll spend the time you deserve me to spend with you.” Looking at you pleadingly, trails of tears streamed down his face as you stared at him. Despite the way he’d hurt you earlier, you saw the regret and sincerity in Oikawa’s eyes, and more than anything, you missed him. Nodding slowly, you sighed.
“Okay. I guess. But I wanna stay in, I don’t think I have the energy to go out this week.” Nodding rapidly, he came closer, his hand just stopping before he could touch you. Silently, he begged for permission. You nodded, giving him the sign to pull you into him.
“Okay, anything you want. I’d never ever hurt you y/n, not like that. You’re everything to me okay? I love you.” Leaning weight into him, you finally relaxed, letting Oikawa hold you tightly against his chest.
“I love you too Tooru.”
I didn’t feel like proof reading this so if there are any spelling or grammar errors let me know. I’ll look over it sometime tomorrow if I remember
-Tee
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