Bertrano

Old aunty Bel (she/her, late twenties)

[coffeehashira]

just be friends. just be friends. this fucking shit must go to hell. they has reached the point of no return and couldn't control any longer. they want to do many things that friends can't do. now's your last opportunity to run away, if you wants to stay friends, they can stay your bff forever. if not - no backsies. everything will change and won't be as simple as that.

what? they kiss you a little and your heart is beating really fast? oh, poor thing, you need to get used to it now. 

[angellthedeactivated-deactivate]

HSR MEN WITH PREGNANT READER, PRETTY PLEASE?? I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH

Ok, I'm not gonna lie, pregnancy is fun to write about cause I make it all fluffy, but the thought of actually being pregnant someday scares me.

Pairing: Blade, Caelus, Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Welt x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cravings, kissing, cuddles, massage, reassurance, shopping, picking names

A/N: Getting back into the swing of things I think.

Blade didn't want kinds at first, he could never imagine himself as a father nor was he any good with kids in the first place. It takes two to make a kid so he couldn't exactly be angry at you or flat out tell you to get rid of it because he think he'll be a bad dad. It took him time to warm up to the idea. You could see as you were further along that he began to get more and more involved and attentive to your needs. One night when you woke up to go to the bathroom you felt his hand resting protectively over the baby bump. He didn't say anything about it after but he did to it again every time after, providing silent comfort and protection.

Caelus knew both of you wanted kids so when the news came he was already ready to stop going on missions for a while and stay with you. Would do a lot of shopping for you and the baby, from clothes, to food to the furniture for the baby room. He would sometimes make mistakes and get the wrong thing but it was very endearing of him to try as hard as he does. Everyone finds out almost immediately because he can't stop calling you when he is away from you so you get a lot of visits from his friends and teammates who also bring you all kinds of gifts.

Dan Heng can't get you pregnant because he's not fertile but he isn't opposed to having kids with you in some way. At first he thought about adoption but you said you wanted to give birth instead. That was also fine although he was a little more scared just because he heard how taxing in can be for your body. Because of that he was very careful, almost too careful when you began showing. He was eve scared to touch your belly and had awe and wonder written all over his face when he felt the baby kicking. His doting also translated to many, many massage and sometimes even make out sessions where his hands just can't stop rolling over your stomach.

Gepard wouldn't have married you if you didn't want kids. That was one of the first things he informed you of even before you started dating. He wanted to be a father some day. When you told him you were pregnant he actually broke down crying from happiness. It was overwhelming and the next hours was spent kissing, crying and talking about everything you'll need. He loved to go shopping for baby clothes and would often advocate for those cute armor themed onsies and buying toy swords. Might be shy when it comes to singing in public but he will gladly sing against your stomach every night, or tell the baby stories of the criminals and heroes he met in his time Guard Captain.

Jing Yuan would notice because almost all of his pets would pay extra attention to you and nuzzle against your stomach. His suspicions would be confirmed when walked into his office and without saying a word placed his hand over your stomach. To hell with any meetings he had for the rest of the day, this was cause for celebration. You called him daddy as a joke but now he's gonna be an actually daddy, which was pretty funny to him. Would stay up at night and write down name suggestions which would progressively get shorter the closer you got to your due date so by the time the baby was here you already had the name picked out.

Welt gets called a father of the team quite a bit so it was time he actually lived up to that title by having a kid of his own. Truth be told he was a little nervous going into this because he was never truly able to settle down, always finding something to do, somewhere to go but now that he's thinking about a future where he has a baby with the one he loves his priorities are changing. He is still a slight workaholic but he's always home on time, or even surprising you and coming home early buying you the food you told him you wanted and stocking up and things he knows you'll need when you have to go to the hospital.

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。underneath the stars (looking for a sign)

synopsis. al-haitham thinks waking up beside you feels like a dream—well, until it doesn’t

— contents. pining al-haitham, honestly it’s mutual pining lol, gn! reader, implied one night stand, consumption of alcohol (both reader and al-haitham) reader is a matra, al-haitham is acting grand sage, it’s basically the “avoid my crush after i accidentally sleep with him until he corners me” trope lol, confessions, brief angst and then a happily ever after, fluff, not proof read—this was entirely written on tumblr drafts through mobile app. yeah. we raw dogged this bad boy lmaoooo

— word count. 4.1k (how did a drabble get here sobs)

— notes. if you knew. how many wips i have with him. you would be astounded :,) he’s all that matters anymore

al-haitham wakes up to a bed much softer than his, red flag number one. there’s also a weight on his chest, red flag number two. red flag number three, however, doesn’t make itself apparent until he opens his eyes and sees you.

oh. not good. you’re covered in the sheets, but you’re clearly…topless, and a quick glance at his own torso tells him he’s also not clothed. oh. double not good.

but there’s also a small voice in his head that’s cheering and patting himself on the shoulder—he’s managed to fall into the bed of the very person he’s been quietly pining over for months, what more can a guy possibly ask for?

but unfortunately, his mini celebration in his inner thoughts is disrupted when you open your eyes at the disturbance from his movement—and before he can get even one word in, you shriek. rather loudly, too—it makes him wince at the sound (he’s always had sensitive ears.)

“what are you doing here?” you gasp, “and why haven’t you got a shirt—wait. why haven’t i got a shirt on?”

“well, it seems—”

“you slept with me?” you gasp again, cutting him off as your face twists in disbelief, “while i was drunk?”

“i was drunk too,” he points out, frowning at the accusations. al-haitham is a respectable man, and more importantly, he cares about you too much to take advantage of your inebriated state like that. “it was a two way street.”

that seems to calm you for…approximately two seconds before your face twists in horror again.

“al-haitham,” you wail his name in despair, slumping onto your mattress in defeat, “this is the worst thing we could have done. do you realize that?”

oh. you regret this—the voice in his head suddenly stops cheering. it deflates, in fact.

worst thing. is this really the worst thing? al-haitham thinks you both have always gotten along rather well, and he’s always taken your slightly stuttered words and nervous chuckles as a testament to holding the same attraction he holds for you. but maybe he was too quick to assume you feel the same, and your words now feel like a boulder on his chest. they’re heavy. soul crushingly heavy, in fact—but he keeps the blank expression on his face ever so easily.

“yes, it seems a bit inappropriate for coworkers to have an entanglement,” he agrees after a moment, making you whine at his word choice.

“you don’t have to call it that,” you huff.

then, out of sheer curiosity (and absolutely nothing else), you take a quick peek from the corner of your eyes at his chest. in your defense, his shirt leaves practically little left to the imagination, and when else will you get the opportunity to see his (very impressive) chest? a peek won’t hurt.

you’re thoroughly impressed when your eyes catch his sculpted pecs. his eyes are thoroughly unimpressed when they catch your gaze.

“well, what would you like to do about our predicament?” he asks flatly.

acting uninterested is the hardest part, he realizes. here, you’re within reach for his arm to curl around you, and yet somehow, there still feels like there are miles of space between you in the sheets. it’s a bitter reality, he thinks, one that stings a bit more than he’s ever really imagined.

al-haitham has witnessed lots of rejections in his time. whether it’s at the akademiya where he is the unfortunate witness of a rejected confession, or in novels he reads of unrequited feelings. he however never thought he’d land himself in the same situation—even if he hasn’t technically confessed to you yet. but your reaction definitely feels like one, and he’s smart enough to deduce that if he did confess, you wouldn’t take too kindly to the idea.

sure, it’s a bit unprofessional for the acting grand sage to have a relationship with one of the akademiya’s top matra that he works with rather frequently, but al-haitham is only the temporary grand sage. technically, after this, he will be going back to being the scribe who makes himself scarce on a regular basis. and it’s not very unprofessional for the scribe and a matra to be romantically involved, he’d like to argue. most people meet their significant others through the akademiya in the first place—why should he be any different?

but one glance at your face tells him you’re rather unhappy with this situation. he thinks he can hear a crack where the boulder resides on his chest.

“i think you should leave,” you mumble, chewing nervously on your lip, “and don’t say anything about this to anyone. especially not cyno.”

“noted,” he says blandly. you turn away, letting him have the privacy to rise out of bed and dress—which he does as slowly as possible, just to drag out the feeling of being in your bedroom for just a while longer—before he says clears his throat. “i’ll be seeing you,” he says.

“sure,” you nod awkwardly, “see you at uh…see you at work.”

with that, he walks out of your bedroom, and sees himself out. as soon as you hear the front door shut, you turn and scream into your pillow—the same pillow that happened to be under al-haitham’s head for the entire night, the same pillow that smells like his shampoo.

you think for a moment how you can never wash this pillow case again—and then, when you realize just what you’ve thought, you scream again.

you might just be entirely screwed.

—————

“and where have you been?” kaveh is waiting in the kitchen as soon as al-haitham enters.

great.

kaveh has a talent for making himself available to chatter away into al-haitham’s ear on the most stressful of days. whether it’s to greet him with complaints about having no help with cleaning after a long day of work, or to bang on his office door and demand an explanation for rejected funds as he does paperwork, or to ask where he’s been after he’s been wounded rather harshly by the one person he’s ever felt romantically inclined for, kaveh is always there at the worst possible timing.

leave it to kaveh to sour his mood more.

“i don’t see how it’s any of your business,” al-haitham mutters, grabbing the glass of water on the table and chugging it to help with the slight hangover he nurses—it’s evidently not his best morning in more ways than one.

“hey, that’s my glass,” kaveh scolds, “get your own.”

“it’s actually my glass. from my grandmothers set,” al-haitham corrects his roommate, “and i pay the water bills. so it’s my water too.”

“you—” kaveh shakes with frustration. it would pull a bit of an amused grin on al-hairham’s face if he wasn’t in the worst mood possible. “nevermind,” kaveh huffs, crossing his arms, “where were you—wait, is that a hickey?”

“no,” al-haitham says instantly, pulling his cloak higher to cover his neck—but kaveh beats him to it, reaching over and inspecting his skin. he seems to light up as soon as he realizes it is, in fact, a hickey on al-haitham’s neck.

“it is a hickey,” he grins gleefully, gasping in sheer disbelief that al-haitham seems to have some sort of life outside of work and home, “this can’t be. did you pay someone to get into bed with you—”

“just because some of us can afford such services doesn’t mean we indulge in them,” al-haitham grumbles, which earns an offended gasp from the blonde, “and i’m not obligated to tell you where, or with who for that matter, i was—”

“was it a certain matra?” kaveh grins knowingly, cutting him off.

the mere mention of you must make his face fall—which is new, because al-haitham has always been good at hiding his emotions on his face. but kaveh seems to have realized he’s overstepped, because his smile fades just as quickly as it comes.

“it doesn’t matter,” al-haitham mutters, “it was a mistake.”

“a mistake? but you’ve been pathetically pining for months, anyone with eyes can see—”

“i’ll be going to work now,” al-haitham cuts kaveh off, “make sure you pay this months rent on time.”

with that, he turns, making his way to his room to shower and then be off to the akademiya—where he equal parts hopes he doesn’t see you, and equal parts hopes he runs into you just to catch a glimpse of you again.

—————

you haven’t seen al-haitham is six days—correction: you’ve avoided al-haitham for six days. admittedly, it’s becoming increasingly difficult seeing as he is the acting grand sage, and you do need him to approve of your reports from recent investigations—but then you remember how six days ago, in the darkly lit corner of the street on your way home, you both kissed.

(and yes, it was a drunken mistake—neither you nor al-haitham value public displays of inappropriate affection between coworkers, but that doesn’t erase what happened.)

perhaps it would be easy to laugh it off as an impulsive action the both of you took while being under the influence, but then you both stumbled into your house. and then your bed. and then a kiss turned into more…and then next thing you knew, you’ve been awakened to a very unclothed (but still very handsome) al-haitham next to you in the mattress.

you should be mature and face him—people can sleep with people and not let it mean anything, proper adults would simply brush over this and never look back. but al-haitham is a bit of a difficult scenario.

he’s handsome—painfully so, with those sculpted muscles and those soft strands of hair that fall perfectly over his face. but more than he is easy on the eyes, he’s a charming individual. at least to you—you think the majority of the akademiya would have to disagree.

but al-haitham is kind, he greets you properly, holds doors open for you, and he often notices when you’re tired just by looking at you before giving you extensions on reports. he’s caring, you can tell because he’s helped people more than once, and while he claims it’s for the sake of his own convenience so he can avoid extra trouble, you know that he doesn’t have the heart to turn away from those that need him. more importantly, al-haitham is disciplined—it’s something all matra such as yourself can appreciate.

he seeks out knowledge in the most moral of methods, he never crosses limits or abuses power even when he holds the ability to, and he never takes advantage of the authority he may hold over others.

he’s wonderful, you can’t help but think—and admittedly, his hands also have very attractive veins that make you sweat a little. but that’s not the important part, of course. the important part is how perfect his character is, if you take the moment to understand it. and you like to think you understand it—much more than most at the akademiya.

except romancing the akademiya’s grand sage isn’t the best look for a matra—especially if you want to climb up the ranks soon. you don’t want rumors spread to undermine your hard work…or worse, be accused by the general mahamatra of taking your position as the grand sage’s lover to your advantage for work gains.

cyno is a strict individual—you’d hate to get on his bad side. and just as you think about how awful it would be if he got the wrong impression, he walks right up to you.

with that serious look on his face—why does he always have that serious look on his face?

“grand sage al-haitham requests you in his office,” he says. you don’t detect any suspicion in his voice, and it seems like a perfectly normal statement, but that’s the thing about cyno. he’s too good at not letting his movements be read, too good at cornering caged animals before dragging them by the ankles out in the open, exposed and vulnerable.

you gulp. “did he say why?” you ask, “i’m a bit busy.”

“no,” cyno shakes his head—and then he looks at you oddly, “you don’t seem busy.”

“well….this report won’t write itself,” you chuckle nervously, which only makes his brows furrow in confusion.

“wasn’t that due two days ago?”

fuck.

“yes….but al-haitham gave me an extension.”

“he seems to give you a lot of those,” cyno points out, unimpressed.

well, that’s great, you think. surely, there is no other matra as good at losing composure and making things more obvious for themselves than you.

“i haven’t been feeling well,” you say quickly—which isn’t the worst excuse, seeing as you’ve hardly shown your face at the akademiya for the last few days.

cyno seems to buy it too, because he nods in understanding before giving you a concerned look. “you shouldn’t push yourself, you know,” he lectures, “being sick snot fun.” you blink, and he looks thoroughly amused with himself. “get it? because when you’re sick, you might have a runny nose? snot? and—”

“right,” you nod, “i’ll be seeing the grand sage now. i wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.”

at least you know cyno has not made any….inappropriate assumptions if he’s making jokes, as painful as they might be. you’re not sure if you’d rather face al-haitham or continue to listen to the general mahamatra’s interesting sense of humor, but the closer you get to the grand sage’s office, the more you want to turn back and find cyno again.

but you’re an adult, and adults do adult things sometimes, and sometimes they’re not the most ideal, but the only way to handle such situations is the adult way—to be mature and not let things get in the way of being professional. easy enough.

at least, you hope.

—————

“you called for me, grand sage?”

ouch. al-haitham has now been reduced to grand sage, not just al-haitham. he looks at you for a moment, and he tries—really, he does—to seem unbothered, but his brows crinkle before he can stop them.

“i did, yes,” he says, looking at you.

you look lovely—which, you always do, even when you’re nervous. he can tell you are because you have that habit of chewing on your lip when you’re nervous, and he hates that he makes you anxious enough to do that right now.

al-haitham has always hated the gap between him and everyone else—not because he enjoys being close to others, but because it’s burdensome to always seem like a pretentious asshole. being interpreted as one over the years has left him quite numb to what other people think….but that’s not the case with you, unfortunately. he wonders if you’ve ever thought he was an asshole, or if you’ve ever felt that he acts like he’s better than you are. he hopes you’ve never talked to him and thought he’s condescending like kaveh insists he is—he hopes you find value in his honesty and find him insightful.

he thinks you might have at one point, if the way carrying conversation with you is so easy is of any proof. it feels natural, talking to you. your voice is smooth, especially when it reads over mission reports to him in his office. your laugh is even smoother, though—it’s soft, and honeyed, it sounds like something he’s been missing his whole life.

everything about you feels like something he’s been missing his whole life, like he was born to be with you by his side, and he’s been empty without you all along.

you clear your throat, handing him papers as you pull him from his thoughts and say, “here is the report for that last investigation,” you say quietly, “i apologize for the untimeliness. it won’t happen again—”

“that’s not why i called you,” he cuts you off.

al-haitham is a straightforward man. he’s watched many confessions, and he’s read about many confessions, and he’s even thought about how his own confessions might go should he ever find someone he finds interest in.

but this isn’t interest. al-haitham is not interested in you—he needs you. to call this a confession might be incorrect, he thinks for a moment, because this almost feels like he’s about to plead for you to give him a chance.

“oh,” your voice is small.

you think you have an inkling of an idea of what he’ll bring up, and you contemplate running out of his office and begging cyno to tell you a few more of his jokes….or a few dozen….maybe a few hundred to be safe.

“we should talk about that night—”

“well, there’s not much to talk about,” you say simply, “you and i are consenting adults, and we happened to be heavily under the influence, which caused a lapse in judgement. it’s a bit unprofessional, sure, but as long as neither of us say anything, and as long as we manage to keep a professional atmosphere between the two of us, there shouldn’t be any—”

he cuts off your (rehearsed in the bathroom mirror many times) speech as he clears his throat. “i….” the words are caught in his throat.

for a lifetime of straightforward honesty and blunt words, it seems like now of all times he can’t seem to speak.

“you…?” you motion for him to continue.

“i enjoyed it.”

you sputter. his eyes widen as he stumbles over his words when he realizes what he’s really said.

“grand sage,” you gasp, “i think that’s hardly appropriate for—”

“n-no, i meant i enjoyed you,” he says quickly, making you furrow your brows.

“and what does that mean? because—”

“i enjoyed being with you,” he croaks. it’s a good thing kaveh isn’t here to witness this, because as a self proclaimed expert at love (which al-haitham would have to disagree), kaveh would have an absolute ball watching this. “i don’t….i would prefer if we didn’t pretend nothing happened,” he mumbles, “if you feel the same, that is.”

everything about al-haitham is hopeful. from the way his eyes watch your every movement as they stare at you, to the way he clutches the pen in his hand tightly in anticipation of your response, he’s hopeful. you can tell.

you can tell he’s hopeful you’ll say yes, that he’s hopeful you’ll say you feel the same way as him, that he’s hopeful he’ll see you again in a setting that’s not just for work and mission reports and investigation details.

he’s hopeful you’ll say yes to his pleading eyes and fill that empty spot beside him that’s been empty for far too long.

and it feels like swallowing lead when you sigh heavily and watch the hope crumble.

“al-haitham,” you mumble, “this wouldn’t be very wise, you know?”

“and why’s that?” the hurt in his face is almost tangible.

he’s not foreign to rejections, he’s witnessed them his whole life. he watched that haravatat scholar that declined the amurta one outside of class that one year. he read about that main character that found self respect and declined the toxic love interest in that novel he read last summer. he’s declined his own fair share of confessions by random scholars that stare a bit too long at his chest and arms for his liking.

but for some reason, he never imagined it to feel like this. like being with your for one second longer might just burn his skin, but being away from you might leave him cold and numb. al-haitham thinks that if you walked out that door, you might just take every bit of warmth he’s ever known from him—but sitting in front of you, in front of your sorrowed expression and sympathetic eyes….it might be too much heat for him to handle.

“well, you’re the grand sage, and i’m a matra—”

“acting grand sage,” he corrects, “it’s temporary. i’ll be back to being the akademiya’s scribe in a short bit.”

“but people talk,” you insist, “and i’ve worked hard to be a respectable matra, and i wouldn’t want anyone to think i’ve slept my way to the top. plus, the general mahamatra is technically my boss, and he’s very strict—”

“the general mahamatra and i drink at taverns together quite often,” he says pointedly, “he’s well aware of how i feel.”

“you told cyno?” you gasp, shooting him a sharp look, “i asked you specifically not to—”

“he’s known of my feelings before that night,” he assures, “evidently i’m not very subtle.”

“well,” you hum, biting back a smile, “no, you aren’t.”

he raises a brow, tilting his head in confusion. “you’ve known?”

“al-haitham,” you chuckle, eyeing him fondly. something about the way your smile is so bright makes him clutch his pen tighter. “you aren’t the most social, you know. but you always have something to say to me.”

“that doesn’t always mean anything,” he mumbles, blush rising to the tips of his ears.

he’s endearing this way, you decide—when he’s flustered and almost pouting and flushed a bright shade of pink. you think for a second that maybe, if you kiss him for a bit in the comforts of his office, no one will ever have to know.

“but it does, doesn’t it?” you tease.

“and if you’ve indulged it all this time, am i safe to assume it means something to you too?” he asks, raising a brow.

you should say no. sleeping with the grand sage and kissing him in his office and maybe even going on dates and possibly holding hands is hardly a good look—but the scribe….well, maybe the scribe is a different story.

“ask me again when you’re the akademiya’s scribe,” you say, biting back a smile, “perhaps my answer will be different then.”

“i see,” he nods, biting back a smile of his own, “i suppose the grand sage isn’t everyone’s type, huh?”

“no,” you chuckle, “i suppose not. but the scribe….well, he’s rather charming.” you walk up to him, lean down and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth as you mumble, “i don’t mind waiting for the scribe.”

“well, lucky for you, you won’t have to wait too long,” he hums.

he watches you leave his office—and then he decides that when he clocks out at five pm sharp later, he’ll go straight home, tell kaveh that he is, in fact capable in the field of romance, and demand this month’s rent.

—————

BONUS:

“haitham, we’re out of eggs,” you pout, poking your head out of the fridge, “will you bring some on the way home today?”

“we would have eggs if kaveh didn’t use all of mine,” al-haitham grumbles, glaring at the blonde who gasps in offense. 

“and you help yourself to my beer, don’t you? i deserve a few eggs,” kaveh huffs. 

“well, make sure you pay this month’s rent on time. we’re going to buy some more furniture for our room.”

this time, kaveh turns to you in disbelief—you find it amusing how he seems to still find it improbable that anyone would like to spend longer than five minutes with al-haitham, let alone share a bedroom.

“are you really sure you want to do this? what could you possibly see in him? he’s the most aggravating individual i’ve ever had the pleasure of talking to,” kaveh eyes you in concern as you walk over and press a soft kiss to al-haitham’s forehead, earning himself an unimpressed glare from the scribe and making you giggle. 

“he is a bit aggravating,” you agree with a teasing glint, pinching al-haitham’s cheek as he scoffs, “but i think he’s just nice to me because i sleep with him.”

“that’s gross,” kaveh wrinkles his nose, “you had better not be doing anything i can hear from my room—that would be traumatic. although, it must be more traumatic for you,” he says with sympathy.

“if you don’t like it, you can simply move out,” al-haitham, shrugs, wrapping an arm around your waist. as much as you love your boyfriend—and you love him quite a bit, you can’t help but mourn the fact that constant bickering will now become a staple in your daily routine. 

“are you threatening me?” kaveh gasps before he turns to you with his finger pointing to al-haitham, “do you see? this is your future, i hope you know that. he’s much more unpleasant to live with, i’m warning you in advance—don’t say i didn’t try.”

“well, i’m sure he’ll be on his best behavior for me,” you grin, eyeing al-haitham playfully as your fingers weave into his hair, “otherwise, i’ll have to come sleep in your room when i’m mad at him.”

you think, for the first time ever, kaveh and al-haitham seem to agree on something as they both share a look of dread at your words.

pov: you write 3.8k words of build up for a plot just so you can right the bonus scene 😭

no bc literally i meant to write this as a drabble just so i could write the bonus scene bc i thought of it and giggled but then the plot just kept going and now we’re at 4.1k words like w h a t

[coffeehashira]

they know they're the worst. they were the ones who insisted on the solely physical relationship — you're just friends with benefits. sex is a stress relief, a way to get a pleasure and fill the emptiness of the soul with warmth for both of you.

you said you agreed to it.

however they can clearly see how you're trying to hide your feelings and always choose to ignore this situation.

so they have no rights to be jealous.

but they pin you down on the bed and stare straight into your eyes like a snake.

— who is that guy from your work? — they hiss through their teeth. — you seem so close with him.

[coffeehashira]

— i forgot my umbrella, — they say.

they seem a little embarassed and shy and shuffle awkwardly from one foot to the other, fiddling with the strap of the backpack.

— can i go to the station with you?

you look with mild surprise at the charming shade of rosy on their cheeks and then at the black plastic umbrella handle, peeking out of their bag. you smile. how cute.

— ofcourse, hurry up.

[coffeehashira]

you said it so many times. you warned them it's so hard to love you, it's not easy to be with you. the game isn't worth the candle. you gave them all reasons and chances to go away.

but they never leave. they always choose to stay by your side. they just don't want to let go of your hand.

[coffeehashira]

you broke up on a good note, really. it was a long and painful dicussion, but it's all for the best for both of you. he's an amazing man and you don't want to hate him bc of stupid reasons. he's just... not for you. your worldviews and needs're different. so trivial and simple. you're mature and adult people and can solve problems in a healthy way.

and it's nobody's fault. c'est la vie.

your forgotten shirt no longer smells like the floral perfume he gave you for your anniversary but he still keeps it.

and he still hasn't willpower to throw away the engagment ring you'll never know about.

[coffeehashira]

you're a new young member in this corporation, just graduated from the university. all vivid, naive, smart and energetic - oh what a precious little thing their kouhai is. it's so fun to tease and play with you, but don't look at them with these dove eyes, don't smile so warm and humbly, don't blush so brightly. they don't desirve it.

oh no, honey, be careful, your wonderful sempai is a big bad wolf and desires as hell to corrupt you.

[coffeehashira]

their hands're big, all calloused, dry, with scares and cuts from hard work, practices and fights, but they hold yours with such care and tenderness in fear of breaking. it's like to touch a deity. are they even allowed to touch and want you?

[coffeehashira]

you, your fav and the intimacy of your touch

[coffeehashira]

— whoa, you're so touchy. where did such a rush come from?

— is it unnatural to want to touch the person you like?

[coffeehashira]

your first date

it's all fun, wonderful, interesting, full of conversations and discussions

they walk you home and you stand near doors of a building

and suddenly they lean forward catching you off guard

yes, you've thought about it already... but it's too fast, yeah? there's no need to hurry! oh nooo they're so close... what should you do? you're not ready at all! you...

and then they laugh

— what's with this face? there was a bug on your shoulder. or did you think I was going to kiss you? so cute.

ofc you get pouty bc yes, you did! and they've the audacity to mock at you. clearly you see this fucking teasing in their eyes - oh they definitely know about their actions and do it on purpose

ugh what a shame. dorks. you don't want to feed their ego even more, so you take a step aside

but they grab you by the hips and lift you off the ground

[heich0e]

“What’s on your mind tonight? You seem distracted.”

Sakusa is close to your ear when he speaks, and you’re unprepared for the sudden feeling of his warm breath ghosting against your cheek. You can’t help but shiver at the sound and sensation, leaning unconsciously closer to him and the low tremor of his voice. He chuckles at your reaction, finding it sweet, and noses gently at your temple in a rare (though still tastefully restrained) show of affection.

“Are you not having a good time? Would you like to leave?”

You shake your head a little, lifting your glass of champagne to your lips. It’s far from your first drink of the evening, as the gala is anything but in short supply, and your cheeks have felt warm for at least the past hour as you stood beside Kiyoomi while he and his fellow v-league players mixed and mingled with other athletes and industry professionals. Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t really one for mingling, much to the surprise of no one, so it’s mostly been quiet save for the few brave individuals willing to approach him, or the occasional greeting of his friends.

Your partner’s hand settles on the curve of your waist, pulling you a little close to him as his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“Then what’s got you so quiet?”

You swallow, dropping your gaze. Even in spite of all you’ve had to drink your mouth feels a little dry when you do finally speak, though your voice is kept soft.

“Ushijima-san is… quite handsome, isn’t he?”

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[chaoticevilorange]

can I request hq boys as cliché tropes ?

I don't know what you meant by cliché tropes (in what context, like a couple, at school, domestically speaking or ??????) 🤔 Gonna write short drabbles 😅

Haikyuu x reader

What kind of romance movie cliché he is

Is the childhood friend who has always been in love with you, he helps you a lot, is a good adviser, you can cry on his shoulder always, gets along with your parents very well, noone really knows why he hasn't confessed or why are you so blind whenever comes to him

Hanamaki, Asahi, Ennoshita, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Yaku, Kita

You love birds like each other, but you haven't say a word about it, it's the kind of movie that gets you frustrated, a lot of things happen in between to put you both together, your friends almost got their teeth rotten because of you both, please just say you like them already!!

Kyotani, Daichi, Hinata, Ushijima, Yamamoto, Osamu, Akaashi, Aone

He is literally the main protagonist of a romcom, he has bad luck with love and is afraid to fall in love until you came into the picture, this boy is awkward at first, but when he gets to know you better he can't help but fall hard

Iwaizumi, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Goshiki, Lev, Bokuto, Koganegawa, Aran

His life isn't a romance movie, is a whole season k-drama, the kind of show that has 58 minutes long episodes, shit happens in between or he is in a bad relationship or is ending one idk but there is a lot of drama and angst

Oikawa, Sugawara, Kuroo, Suna, Atsumu

He isn't looking for any kind of relationship until someone who's very nice towards him is his main trouble, he tries to deny his feelings, he doesn't want to turn stupid, but there he is, confessing to you

Matsukawa, Tsukishima, Kageyama, Semi, Satori, Sakusa, Futakuchi

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

[wakatshi]

THE HAIKYUU!! MEN AS SUGAR DADDIES

WITH、USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, MIYA ATSUMU, BOKUTO KOUTAROU ｜FEM READER & MOSTLY SFW.

ー i. USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

wakatoshi strikes me as the type of man who wouldn’t even hesitate to open his wallet and buy you what you want.

literally.

he spoils you rotten! trip to europe? anytime. birkin bag? soon to be yours. doesn’t mind paying for your student loans and you might be surprised to find out he’s willing to buy you a new apartment. his birthday gift. wakatoshi is absurdly wealthy and he’s likely to spend it on you and your needs, the price you have to pay is just you spending some time with him every now and then. going on trips with him and while he works, you go shopping, read a book or whatever you enjoy doing. but why is he a sugar daddy? boredom. what do you do when all your friends are just as busy as you are? it wasn’t even his idea to begin with. probably one of his wealthy friends recommended it to him and as doubtful as he was, wakatoshi eventually gave in.

honestly, you end up falling in love with him. wakatoshi is an angel of a man. he’s kind, mannered, he’s insanely attractive and sexy and his voice… he doesn’t even realize he has such an effect on you and that’s what makes him even more hot. it took him a while and few people telling him to understand he oozes sex appeal just by existing. he can be intimidating— wakatoshi is tall, broad and so muscular you turn into a puddle right in front of him sometimes. he’s honest, determined, strong and not much to your surprise a genuine, reliable person.

he always had the best stories to tell you over a glass of wine and for a few moments you forget he’s your sugar daddy. he has weirdly niche hobbies he’s not afraid of showing you. oftentimes he takes you to his penthouse and you act like a married couple. it’s just so natural with him. you cook together, water his plants, he most likely owns a big dog and you cuddle with it on wakatoshi’s couch while he is busy or away. (he gave you a key) he reads to you, you tell him about you day while he’s making you one of the many delicious dishes he learned abroad. he’s also a great listener, wakatoshi doesn’t mind listening to you for hours.

an interesting thing you’ve learnt is that he likes to travel. you take notes. and you’re always more than welcome to join him. you sip cocktails on his yacht while he signs contacts. he’s really hot when he does that.. makes you think of the many ways he can fuck you senseless on that yacht. he doesn’t like to party, so it’s just the two of you, his taste in music and a bunch of fine grapes and wine. he eventually introduces you to his friends and they join you every now then.

he doesn’t ask you to have sex with him. or it’s really rare and you are both extremely drunk. it just happens. he invited you over and you got so drunk he ended up spreading your legs and eating you pussy on his couch. there’s certainly attraction between you, but i see wakatoshi as the old school type. he takes you on dates, he’s quite soft and romantic as soon as you discover him. he enjoys holding you, playing with your hair. there’s a fine line between platonic and romantic and none of you knows where it is. (he’s in love with you)

ー ii. MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu....

he’s extremely entertaining and you can’t deny that from the very first moment you saw him, you were suddenly aware of the raw sexual attraction existing between the two of you. he knew it too. he really made you zone out and think about how hot he is.

atsumu is young and fit — he had this huge smile (i said smile, but it was definitely close to a smirk) plastered on his face during your first date and there was something terribly amusing about miya atsumu that made you feel at ease. probably his jokes, you thought as he was cutting his wagyu steak, he’s indeed funny and he knows how to make everyone in the room aware of his presence. he’s just like me... more or less.

being in atsumu’s presence can be difficult at certain times (not really!) he sure likes to ramble, he tells you ALL about his life, from what his cook made for breakfast— he ate pancakes that morning and it was so unfortunate you weren’t there— to his lunch, to the maybach he eyed and it was surely going to be his car very very soon and lastly to his brother who likes to get on his nerves (don’t listen to him, it’s the opposite way) he’s seriously an oversharer at heart. you don’t mind it. plus he pays you. but you really don’t mind it.

it wasn’t hard to understand miya atsumu. he’s childish, likes it when you return the exact same energy, he thrives off the attention you offer him and he’d never say no to showering you with the attention you deserve. he’s interested in cars, sports, music, even fashion and food— his brother’s to be more specific. he loves spoiling you, many times he picks you up from wherever you are and you go on a shopping trip. you leave with at least three pair of shoes, you bought a souvenir from almost every single store. atsumu lets you pick his clothes. he LOVES it. many of the clothes you get for him end up in your closet, though. more souvenirs.

above all, atsumu loves teasing you. he’s actually obsessed with it. in bed too. and on his apartment’s floor. in his car. when you started having sex with atsumu it just happened and it this point you don’t even care if you’re not back to his apartment. he’s just so good at it. sex is a big part of your relationship, it happens so goddamn often. it would be a lie to tell you wouldn’t date him. he’d date you too. actually, at some point you start dating.

ー iii. BOKUTO KOUTAROU

extremely similar to atsumu, bokuto koutarou has the weird habit of embarrassing himself in front of you. or making stupid jokes. or telling you something inappropriately hilarious you choke on your cocktail. he doesn’t do it on purpose, though. but it’s part of his charm, it would totally be a shame to stop him from being this way.

as he was given the sugar daddy role, bokuto considers it to be full time job for some reason. bokuto makes it sound like his life depends on it when he’s around you (or not? ask his friends) you have an allowance and he will not hesitate at all to send you more money if you need it. he LOVES talking to you. won’t shut his mouth until you’ve heard the most insignificant detail possible. you don’t complain. he’s such a good listener. i’m actually sure he isn’t aware you’re not in an actual relationship. he treats you like his girlfriend.

you wake up in the morning with flowers at your door. whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, bokuto simply has them sent to you. he’s so good at spoiling you. he enjoys kissing you. and cuddling. and again, kissing you.. he doesn’t ask you for too much. you. him. his house, some music and food. he doesn’t cook to often but he’s trying for you. you always help him. he owns two dogs and bokuto treats them like his children. they are your children now, get used to that!

you got to met most of his friends and he simply WON’T shut up about you when he’s with them.

“i miss her. i really do... should i call her? better! should i visit her?”

you’ve spoken to him that day.

if it wasn’t for that stupid meeting, seeing you would’ve been perfect. they all love you. they became YOUR friends and again, i don’t think bokuto is aware he is your sugar daddy and not your boyfriend. he gets so sentimental and it’s just adorable, you can’t help yourself but fall for him and his strange, amusing ways of being.

most of the sex you have with bokuto is just romantic. unless he loses control. and god, how often he loses his control and fucks you so so good to the point you’re incapable of speaking. he worships you in bed and it’s really the best feeling in the world. he takes his goddamn time to pleasure you, he has only a purpose and that is to bring heaven to you. and he does it flawlessly every single time.

[kentophobic]

HAIKYUU BOYS + FIRST 'I LOVE YOU'

feat. miya osamu, kageyama tobio, oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, bokuto kōtarō

warnings. lots of i love you's, a repost from my old blog!!

OSAMU's first i love you is in the dead of night. it's quiet—and you feel the cosmos above as much as the sheets pooling against your skin. his fingers run through your hair and his hand dances across your waist and he murmurs half-cohesive words over and over until they morph into nothing more than blobs of sound. and when you turn to him, a smile soft across your cheeks, he presses his lips to your forehead and whispers it over and over again; i love you, i love you, i love you.

KAGEYAMA's first i love you is long-awaited. you believed, at least for a while, that you might never hear the words fall from his lips—but under stadium lights with large crowds and tired breaths, he holds your face in his hands. and when his stumbles over your cheeks with calloused fingers, a whisper slips from the back of his throat—a vibrato of sound spilling against your skin. i love you, he hums through breathy laughter. i love you, god i love you.

OIKAWA's first i love you is a promise. it's in an airport terminal—all teary eyes and hushed breaths and the thought that maybe the first time will be the last and maybe the distance will tear you apart. but he kisses your forehead, fiddling with your fingers, and the words fall as if they've always been there—as if they always will be there. 'i love you,' he says, though it feels more like goodbye. 'i'll always love you, okay?'

IWAIZUMI's first i love you is desperate. it's his face in his hands and the dying of voices and the scratch of defeat clawing at your throat. he swallows you with his gaze, staring from the other side of the room, and when you raise your voice again, asking him why the hell he cares so much, the words burn from his mouth, falling upon you like hot ash. 'because i love you,' he scorns, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. 'i care because i love you.'

KUROO's first i love you juvenile. it's pebbles hitting your window and whispers from the backyard and a stupid smile on his face as you pull him inside. he holds your face in his hands, dusts his lips over your cheeks, and as the heat begins to claw at your skin he whispers the words against your flesh. 'i can't sleep because all i think about is you.' it's barely more than a hum, barely a sound across his lips—and though he knows it might mean nothing more than puppy love he murmurs, 'i think i might love you.'

BOKUTO's first i love you is through breathless laughter. he sways your hands in the space between you and mutters things that fill your lungs with the heat of joy. and when he pulls you in, arms around your shoulders and skin warm under the newborn sun, the words slip from his lips as if he hadn't thought about it at all. 'i love you,' he says, as if no one else was ever meant to say it before. 'i do, i love you.'

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[coffeehashira]

you and your fav

your first attempts at independent adulthood

a cramped one-bedroom rental apartment

you work like hell to pay bills and food and try to save up for the dream of your own home and a comfortable life

but your love is enough to inspire each other to go this way to the end