Greenwriterverse Fics
1. Modern! Haverston Men in a Small Car
2. This is Where We Lie ( HNTV AU!)
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Greenwriterverse Fics
1. Modern! Haverston Men in a Small Car
2. This is Where We Lie ( HNTV AU!)
So I made a thing
It's been a while.
“𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.”
—L.M. Dorsey, She Is Made of Chalk
haikyuu dads! ˊˎ
— includes : osamu, atsumu, iwaizumi, tendou, kita, sakusa, kenma
✧ OSAMU cooks with his sweet girl (or as she prefers to be addressed—his sous-chef), father and daughter looking oddly similar with their matching aprons, brows furrowed and lips parted as both of them stare at their pots eagerly, patiently waiting for its contents to cook. (you’re their taste tester, of course). He loves spending time with her—eyes lighting up when she shoves her nose in the and demands to experiment with his recipes.
✧ ATSUMU whines along with his twin boys when they declare they have to get some ice-cream. three pouty faces stare up at you, their noses scrunching and eyes wide (sometimes you wonder if you have three kids, instead of two). It’s not that Atsumu isn’t mature (he’s a changed man after having kids- well, slightly)—Atsumu just wants his kids to see him as their best friend instead of an authoritative figure.
✧ IWAIZUMI is protective of his daughter, glaring at any boy who dares to approach her (he’s made some five year olds cry with that menacing look of his). He relaxes slowly when you place your hand on his forearm, telling him to calm down—yet his eyes are always set on his precious daughter. He’s the type of dad who’s scared of his kids growing up too fast.
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I WANNA PLAY A GAME
this one :D
i got this <3
enemies to lovers
you got enemies to lovers, one of the most popular tropes! i think you're all about feelings mixed with sexual frustration. you're not into things if they're easy- you like having to work to get something, because otherwise it's meaningless to you. i think you're someone who tends to bottle your emotions up until you eventually explode, and when you do you have a hard time trying to calm yourself down. you're passionate, romantic and quite stubborn. you make me think of bright, intense shades of red; of getting pinned against the wall, of breathtaking kisses.
tags : @mysterystarz @srkuv @suna4lifers @bokutoslittledoll @omimigod @mattsunbae
I got.
coffee shop au
you got coffee shop au! you're a soft, comforting presence in people's lives. you're a bit predictable, and you're soft spoken. remember it's alright to be cheesy! you don't like surprises and change of plans since you wanna be in control of the situation. i'm not sure calling you a hopeless romantic would fit you, but i know for a fact that you're quite the daydreamer. you remind me of fresh baked cookies, writing your number on a napkin, pushing someone's hair away from their face.
Tagging: @sunarinluvr @mysterystarz @tetsumii @cyanma @amongthesails @kitacharm
Thanks @bokutoslittledoll for tagging me <3 I got!
Historical AU
you got historical au! not many get you, but it's okay, not everyone has great taste. you're elegant, sophisticated, and the things you're into aren't very common. I'd say you're unique! you're a book enthusiast, buying one can literally make your day. being smart is definitely one of your qualities, along with your good manners and your politeness. you remind me of train rides when it rains, old paintings, and offering someone a flower.
tagging: @goodness-knows-what @trvncyz @twiddle-dee-twiddle-dumb @daniwritesdrafts @sky-casino
Thank you for tagging me, @amongthesails <3 I got the same thing! OMG.
historical au
you got historical au! not many get you, but it's okay, not everyone has great taste. you're elegant, sophisticated, and the things you're into aren't very common. i'd say you're unique! you're a book enthusiast, buying one can literally make your day. being smart is definitely one of your qualities, along with your good manners and your politeness. you remind me of train rides when it rains, old paintings and offering someone a flower.
Tagging: @ainudraws @blckjckls @chiefzinebananatrash @dokifluffs @twiddle-dee-twiddle-dumb
This is Where We Lie
Warnings: fwb, college students, non-committal relationship, emotional toxic, mentions of sex, angst
A/N: Welp! Again, I can't help but write and I can't help but be nervous about this at the same time. To all Mother J fans out there, I hope I did these characters justice. (T___T)
Character Pairings: Avi and Isla, How Not To Villain
“No, you and I, this is where we lie. Here, just here. We cannot go further and we cannot go back. And this is where we end.”
Isla froze midway, about to eat a forkful of steak, as he plopped down uninvited on the chair across her. She raised an eyebrow at him as she puts the utensil down on her plate, silently questioning what he was doing. The man didn’t answer her questioning gaze instead he looked at her intently. With their eyes meeting, catching each other in a staring game, trying to measure who’s going to have their resolve crumble first.
Isla blinked first as uneasiness started to get to her. Why does this guy always get the best of her? He gets under her skin—both good and bad ways. An itch she can never soothe no matter how much she scratched.
Isla looked down at her remaining food that has gone cold, gently toying the hardening meat. None of them said a word. On her part, she doesn’t have anything to say. She doesn’t have anything left to say. She decided that words weren’t enough when he went missing-in-action for two weeks. And just heard from her sister that he’s exclusively dating someone named Annie.
She couldn’t forget how her sister looked at her with pity. To which she scoffed, telling Lola to stop with those looks, that she is fine and that he was nobody. Lola knew that her sister was just putting up a façade, feigning nonchalance even though he was the one—the only one who got closer to her sister.
Everybody knew Isla is difficult to approach and is hard to crack. Imagine the people’s surprise when they saw her hanging out with other people, him no less, than she normally hangs out with. People considered them a ‘thing’, so people was even more surprised when the news about Annie and the guy spread like a wildfire and that she was just a ‘friend’.
Friend is too weak of a word to label her. Friends don’t kiss and make out. Friends don’t call you in the middle of the night to hang out. Friends don’t spend the nights together, in between the sheets, skin to skin and bodies connected as one. Friends don’t do that. Isla was never just his friend yet she was neither his lover.
So, what are they? She couldn’t tell.
Isla was brought back to her reverie when she heard a soft clearing of throat, reminding her that she wasn’t alone. Her deadpanned gaze quickly snapped back at the guy in front of her. There was a growing, deafening silence in the air that she could her hear her heart beat as her chest rises and falls. There’s also a gnawing discomfort of the accidental encounter.
“What the hell do you want, Avi?” Isla spoke, breaking the quiet trance between them. Avi swallowed hard, eyes looking unsure and hesitant. He lost all the confident he had when he first got here and that he was unsure himself why he had showed up in front of her. Of all times, why now? Now that she’s doing well by herself. Now that she had picked her self up from the fall. The fall the he caused. Avi blinked. He doesn’t know.
Isla let out a breath before standing up, dragging the chair a bit on the floor catching Avi slightly alarmed and off guard. “Wait,” he said, before grabbing Isla by her wrist whose eyes widened in surprise by his sudden action. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Letting her go. Instinctively, she wrapped a hand on her wrist as if her skin burnt by his touch, breaths heavier than a minute ago.
Isla’s hidden revulsion became obvious. “I’m tired of your games, Avi.” Her voice laced with thick displeasure of his actions since the time he suddenly showed up in front of her today. She saw how Avi tried to opened and closed his mouth—words never seem to escape. Her patience is growing thin. She doesn’t need this. She doesn’t need him.
“I want you back.” Avi blurted out, without thinking. He saw how her face shifted from irritation to confusion to disdain as she registered what she had heard.
Isla sarcastically laughed like she heard the funniest joke ever said and written, earning the stares of the people in the restaurant. She laughed at the absurdity that he wanted her back.
“As what, Avi?” Isla wiped the invisible tears as her fake laughter died down. Avi just could only stare, rendered speechless for the umpteenth time in this conversation. “As your toy, Avi?” Isla continued. Avi felt the weight every time Isla uttered his name. He looked down, starting to feel remorse over what he did.
“I loved you, you know.” she said in a quiet whisper, barely audible yet Avi heard it loud and clear for he already knew.
“I do, too. I love you.” He tried to grab her hand but she whisked it away before he could.
“Not enough to make you commit, though.” She couldn’t help but point out.
“Isla—" she cut him off.
“No. You and I, this is where we lie. Here, just here. We cannot go further and we cannot go back. And this is where we end.” Isla concluded and without waiting for his response, she walked away leaving him as what he had done to her. And for her, it’s for good.
Modern! Haverston Men in a Small Car
A/N: Omg! I'm really nervous posting this because... these characters came from a great story and author. HUHEHEHEHU. This prompt is not orginally mine. I saw it somewhere here and kinda used it with these characters. Also, if you're interested in regency/historical romance, action, thriller-suspence, drama, comedy... check out J.D. Ruiz's works on Wattpad.
Calan Haverston
- Calan stood in front of his wife, looking back and forth from Cressida to the silver Lexus IS. His face contorted in subtle repugnance as Cressy presented him their ride for the day. He inwardly cursed. He shouldn’t have asked Mac to drop him off to Cressy’s apartment. HE SHOULDN’T HAVE LAZED AROUND TO DRIVE. He should’ve brought his own car.
- Cressy is in her old apartment, renovating. Since they married, her apartment just sat there unoccupied. It would be a waste to just leave it empty. Cressy, wants to make use of it as an Airbnb. It’s near to university and it’s not that far away from the establishments.
- ‘I should’ve known.’, was all he can think of as his lips pursed in grim. Still, shifting his gaze filled with dread and wary from a smiling Cressida to the car.
- When Cressy noticed that Calan has been silent for so long, she snapped her fingers in front of his face, getting his attention. She opened the passenger seat.
- “Here, my dear Lord.”, her arms extending towards the opened car door, inviting the man to get inside.
- Calan’s quiet distaste turned into an obvious horror upon realizing that his wife is going to drive. Being squished in a small car is one thing, Cressy driving is another. He shook his head. This is bad. Like bad, BAD.
- Cressy looked at Calan who was shaking his head.
- “I’m driving, Calan. You’re not going fit in the driver’s seat, just so you know.”
- “And you think in the passenger seat, I will?”Calan remarked at Cressida’s atrociousness.
- Cressy just shrugged. Calan groaned, turning to a tad bit frustrated. “NO, Cressy! I will not fit in the passenger seat.” He exclaimed, voice raising an octave.
- “Backseat then.” Cressida answered him nonchalantly, closing the passenger seat’s door then moving to open the backseat.
- Calan gritted his teeth, exasperated. His wife has these moments and he should’ve been used to it by now. “Cressy, darling, It’s too small.” He retorted, calmly this time.
- “Well, this is MY car.” Cressy crossed her arms as she leaned on the car.
- “Cressy…” he whined.
- “Well, it’s not my fault that you lazed around to drive and just asked Mac to drop you off here. So, No Ride, No Snide, mister.” Cressy quipped while gently patting his shoulder as she goes around the car to the driver’s seat.
Adrien Haverston
- Adrien attended a business meeting on the next district. It was a project the Haverston Corp. had been eyeing out for months. He had sealed the deal, earning the company another client and investors.
- He was on his way back to where he parked his car. He arrived to where he had parked his car and found that one of his car’s wheels got stolen. Stupefied, his eyes scantily searched the whole area. It sure did not look sketchy but here he is. Dumbfounded that his SUV had only three remaining wheels.
- Without hesitation, he called Mary asking her to come pick him up then proceeded to narrate the events. Mary, on the other line, found it hilarious. Adrien rolled his eyes as he listened to Mary’s laugh before answering “Yes” to picking him up.
- “I’ll arrive in five. I’m not too far from the area.” she said on the line. Adrien mumbled ‘thanks’ and ‘I love you’ before ending the call.
- While waiting, he called the car services, asking if they could get his car. He narrated the events to the car service agent before they agreed to pick it up in thirty minutes. He called the car insurance company for the car to be fixed.
- Adrien was still talking to the car insurance agent when his wife arrived. He was leaning on his car’s hood while his back faced Mary.
- Mary tapped his shoulder, kissed his cheek while he is still on the phone. “Yes, please. It’s a public park space… Yes… Near the bridge… Yes… So, can you get it done within 24 hours?... No?... 48 then?... Alright then, I’ll take that… Thanks, bye.”
- “Love…” Adrien cupped her face as he leaned on her forehead. Exhaustion evident on his face.
- Mary caressed his face, “I’m glad you’re safe, you know?” she said gently. She knew how startled he was. This is the first time this happened and anyone would be as stunned as he was and Mary knew that.
- “Should we wait here?” she asked, after a moment of silence. Adrien shook his head. “Come, let’s go now.” Holding his hand, she pulled him gently as they walk then anchored her arm around his.
- “Mary, what car did you—” Adrien’s question died down from his mouth when he saw the familiar black Ford Focus ST. It was the car he gave to Mary on their first wedding anniversary.
- Adrien blinked. He seriously won’t fit in there. He bought it so Mary can have mobility when he isn’t around. When they go out, they always use his SUV and he always drive.
- Adrien opened and then shut his mouth, unsure of what to say… or if he still has anything to say with all that happened.
- “Love, you know that I’m a tall man, right?” is what all he could muster, trying to revalidate that Mary knows his height, or size or the space he’s about to accumulate for that matter.
- “I know.” She answered.
- “So why this car?” he inquired further, trying to make sense Mary’s choice of car.
- “Well, I was already inside this car, on my way to where Cressy and Belinda are. I don’t want to go back to the house to change cars. I know that you won’t fit in the passenger’s seat, so you can sit in the backseat.” his wife reasoned out. Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose. She knows but she just doesn’t want to change cars.
- Adrien let out an exasperated sigh. “Backseat?! Mary, Love! What did I ever do to you to be treated like this?”
- Mary chuckled at his exasperated sight. Honestly, Adrien’s so done for today, his wife is not even helping at all—laughing at his expense.
- Mary tapped his nose, “Quit the dramatics, dear husband. Take the backseat or I’ll just tie you on the roof of my car. I think the ropes Cressy gave me is here somewhere.”
- Adrien resigned and just half-heartedly went inside the backseat and scowled at Mary the whole ride back home.
Mckenzie Haverston
- Mac groaned as he felt the effects of the booze from last night’s event. He and his brothers got together for a boy’s night out. His head is pounding. Half awake, he scanned the living room of Calan’s bachelor pad. He saw his two brothers passed out on the floor.
- He inhaled sharply as he felt a pang on his head, scrambling to the kitchen to drink water.
- “Hello, Mac?” Belinda sleepily answered on the other line. “Sweetheart, can you please come and pick me up in Calan’s bachelor pad?” Mckenzie’s voice is hoarse from sleep and from being drunk.
- “Mac, it’s too early…” Belinda complained, stifling a yawn but failed to do so. Mac groaned again as another headache kicks in. “Please… I want to sleep beside you now.”He pleaded.
- Yawning, Belinda agreed. “Just let me get ready. I’ll be there in 45.”
- Mac sat on the dining table, slumped, resting his head on his arms on the table. He stood up minutes later, going over the counter for some coffee.
- After a couple of sips of coffee, Mac felt slightly better. However, he still needs to shower and rest at home. With Belinda. Speaking of, Mac looked at his wrist watch, it’s been past 30 minutes since the phone call ended. Bel didn’t give a heads up where she is.
- Maybe Belinda took her time bathing. He inwardly whined. Or maybe she’s having a hard time choosing her OOTD. Mac blew an air on his forehead, silently wishing that she’s not being meticulous with her outfits today. She was just going to pick him up.
- Coincidentally, his phone chimed. ‘On my way. See you on 5.’ Belinda texted him. A wave of relief coursed through Mckenzie. He thanked the heavens for the miracle. Mac sat on the dining table, drinking another cup of coffee when the doorbell rang.
- “Finally.” He muttered as he walked to open the door.
- “Hi, Sweetheart. Good morning.” He greeted as he pecked her cheek.
- “Eww, Mac, you stink.” Belinda teased, as she held her hand up to her nose which made Mac frown. “Well, are you ready to go?” she continued. Mac nod.
- With their hands held, they walked to the elevator, going down the basement where she parked.
- Belinda stopped walking, there he saw the white Ford Fiesta ST.
- He eyed Belinda. “Sweetheart, I can’t fit inside your car.” He told her. There’s not much headroom for someone like him. She knows that.
- “Here.” Belinda opened the backseat door.
- Mckenzie looked at his wife incredulously. “Won’t.”he opposed.
- “Fine, I guess I’m leaving you here then.” Belinda casually remark as she quickly moved to get inside the driver’s seat which made Mac hastily get inside the cramped backseat of the car.
A/N: This has been in my notes for a week or two now. I wrote this because of a quote I saw on my instagram. I have no plans of posting this but I heard this song by Deanz, Russell Vista called A Little Bit More. I feel like they would go together. So yeah, I’m posting this.
TAKING TIME
They say when you take your time on things, you get better at them. When you spend your energy, your time and your effort, gradually you get better at doing it. And I believe so. Maybe…
Maybe this is why I take my time to love you so that I can unlove you better.
I laughed when they say ‘Alcohol makes you dumb’. I found it funny to think that one person could lose their senses when they’re drunk. I never experienced being drunk. Sure, I occassionally drink but it was never to the point of being drunk. I continued to laugh at that ridiculous thought until I got drunk myself.
“Oh gosh, I finished every last drop of wine in the bottle like how I finished my life.” I slurred at my friend, cry laughing. I facetimed her as soon as I realized what I dumbly did.
“Huh?” Her face contorted in confusion. Probably trying to make up what I just said. I continued cry laughing.
“I messaged my ex asking for a comeback.” My friend gaped, the same way I did, words registering what it meant. Speechless, dumbfounded and clearly doesn’t have any idea on how to rectify the situation.
One thing’s for sure though… Indeed, alcohol makes you do stupid things.
~ a wine drunk blab from last night
okay just thinking about how miya atsumu falls in love :( the lingering glances when he makes a joke just because he thinks you smile brighter when you’re laughing at them, the fleeting touches when he hands you your favourite drink with a proud smirk as if he hasn’t had it saved in his notes in his phone since the first time he heard it, when he notices the new song you’re listening to on his spotify activity, adding it to his playlist so he can smile a little whenever he hears it, knowing he’ll probably play it next time you’re in his car just so he can watch your face light up even though he’ll act like it’s coincidence, but he’ll smile back because he hopes you’re falling in love with him too.
this is so cute 🥰
Their child has a crush ft. Osamu
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You know the working daddy captain fanart that you've reblogged recently.. I can't get Kuroo and his son out of my head so may I request a domestic married life au oneshot revolving around that particular fanart - him, his wife and their first kid, a toddler son? Fluffy and romantic, no angst please. If you're up to date with the manga maybe it could be based on post timeskip Kuroo? Thanks a lot!
DILF Day Care With Daddy Kuroo Tetsurō 🤱👼🍼 📆📈
(Fluffville)
‼️ TIMESKIP SPOILERS BELOW ‼️
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“Yeah. Yeah. So that’s what I told Jim in marketing already. To send Bokuto to Tampa to surprise a Japanese little league team there and to send a camera crew with him. Kenma is already putting our ads on his YouTube channel—he told you what?! That he’s not doing it? Well did he say why?! That bratty cat, must have caught him on a bad day. Okay. No, I need this handled TODAY, Greg! Hold on, he will. He’s currently in Italy at some big video game tournament but I’ll stop by his office right now to work it out with his assistant. Just give me thirty minu—“
“Oh no you don’t, Kuroo Tetsuro!”
The wife of the sexiest businessman in the Japanese Volleyball Association Corporation set a cup of French vanilla coffee in front of her talkative husband before stomping her foot. Kuroo quickly covered the speaker part of the phone and gave you a pleading face.
“No!” You repeated. “I am going to Lev and Alisa’s Vogue Magazine cover day-party at their mansion. The babysitter is on vacation. Which means you and only you have to take River to his appointment cross-city.”
Giggling because he understood his own name, almost 2-year-old baby River Tetsurō blew bubbles with his own spit and clapped his tiny hands. Kuroo looked down at the miniature baby he held in his lap as he was on the phone. River looked up at his Daddy and Kuroo’s stomach tightened in return. He quickly said bye to his group call with the interns.
After marrying you 2 years ago, Tetsurō never thought he would love someone as much as he loved you....but he was happily mistaken 9 months after the honeymoon when little River Kuroo popped out.
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“This is my son?” Kuroo, decked out in a light blue hospital dress—took his baby from the doctors hands. He was the first to hold him. He stared down at his son, already seeing the start of little jet black hairs pressed to his baby’s head.
“Yes.” The nurse grinned, moving Kuroo’s hand so that it was supporting the newborns neck.
Fresh tears sprung out of the ex-middle blocker’s eyes as he shuffled his son to one arm as he moved hastily to hold your hand and show you. He squeezed your hand and the tears kept pouring, showcasing the life you two just created to the wife he loved so much.
“Oh Kuroo....” you whispered drowsily as your eyes filled with tears also. You looked up at your husband in amazement. “He looks just like you.” You whisper to him and then sit up so that you can hold your beloved son yourself.
“Yeah, he does.” Kuroo handed him over to your weak arms, still keeping his hands under yours to support you and the baby. He kissed you on the side of your forehead and wiped your tears. “I love him so much already, Y/N. I love you so much.”
You smiled through your happy tears and leaned your head in to reciprocate Kuroo’s embrace, then leaned down to kiss your baby boy. After a few minutes of admiring him, you handed him back to Kuroo and told him to show the baby to your families and Kenma who were all still waiting in the waiting room. You knew Kenma seemed disinterested to others because he was on his video game, but all who knew him well knew that Kozume was only distracting himself because he was itching to meet his new Godson.
“Okay.” Kuroo whispered into your hair before taking River and planting a kiss on your lips.
***
Returning from his flashback, Kuroo realized that you were in the middle of lecturing him about the balance between work and parenting. He was a phenomenal father and he was there 95% of the time, but he was still a businessman and that meant sometimes he had to work more than he would like to.
Your son started to cry because he didn’t like seeing his mum worked up, so like second nature, Kuroo gave his two index fingers to River to grasp in his tiny hands. That, combined with his dad bouncing him on his the leg (which is exactly what Kuroo was doing) stopped River’s crying in its tracks. River loved holding onto his father’s fingers for some reason, it soothed him. Baby River blew more spit bubbles and giggled.
Kuroo watched you lecturing him, biting his lip because damn was his wife sexy when she was mad. You were all dressed up for this day party in a long black sundress that hugged your curves and as his eyes roamed your figure Kuroo decided that the amazing morning sex you two had earlier suddenly wasn’t enough.
“—Kuroo!! Are you even listening?!”
He returned his eyes back up to yours.
“Uh yes. Listening and undressing you with my eyes. Yep.”
You narrowed your eyes at your man then reached over the expensive island to use River’s bib to clean your son’s snot and spit off his babyface.
You leaned in for a kiss from River and the angel cutely bumped his face against yours, getting saliva all over you. You used his bib to wipe your face too.
“River, honey? Mommy is going to go and have some fun at a party that mommy put on the obvious calendar weeks ago.....the party that she has been excited about going to FOR MONTHS! So, baby boy, your annoying twin will take you to see Dr. Wimble this time because he shouldn’t be working on his days off anyway not to mention he promised, okay my Riv-honey?”
Kuroo deadpanned. “I hate when you speak to our son but you’re really talking to me.”
“Don’t care. I left both your boys’ breakfast is on the stove. And Don’t forget River’s diaper bag!” You stole a sip of your husband’s French vanilla before snatching the car keys and your purse off the island.
Kuroo tried to think about what he was going to do as he continued to bounce his son on his leg, his analytical brain running through dozens of scenarios in a matter of seconds. No matter how he spun it—though, the sexy businessman knew he wouldn’t be without his son today. Looking down at his spiky haired mini-me that looked back up at him with bright, happy eyes, Kuroo realized that—no matter how he spun it—nor would he desire to be without his son today.
“Wait, Y/N! What time is the appointm—“
“—Calendar! Use it!” You yelled dryly before you shut the door and headed to the car Kuroo bought you for Valentine’s Day.
Back inside, Kuroo dragged his son’s high chair next to him at the island and served him the kiddie breakfast you made. Your husband sat beside him, giving River his finger while he drank his coffee and ate his food with one hand. When both boys were done he picked up River and walked over to the calendar.
You were right: it was there. In plain capital permanent marker on today’s date:
It read:
RIVER’S APPOINTMENT - 3:30PM
HAIBA’S VOGUE PARTY - 1PM
DO NOT MAKE PLANS KUROO!
River giggled as if he was making fun of his father and Kuroo looked down at the love of his life. “River, should daddy piss mommy off and erase it so that daddy looks like he was right?”
River stopped giggling and pouted up at his daddy, his tiny lip quivering like he would cry if he did anything to upset mommy.
“Okay okay!” Said Kuroo hurriedly, giving his son his finger again so he’d stop crying. River smiled. “We have 2 and a half hours until your appointment Rivs, which is on the other side of town, and in between is Uncle Kenma’s office. So we will stop there on the way and then the park. Let’s go, son.”
The raven haired baby cheered. “YWAY DA!”
In 30 minutes flat, Kuroo was decked out in an elegant Armani navy blue business suit. He had every colour and material. He collected River’s diaper bag, packed snacks and his baby chest carrier.
Locking up, Kuroo buckled his son in the back of his 2020 Jag, checking thrice if he was safe in his car seat. Then, he clicked the button to play River’s favourite kid show on the car tv and handed him the stuffed cat Hinata got River for Christmas. It was his all time favourite toy.
Once Kuroo parked in front of Kenma’s high-rise office, he strapped on his baby carrier over his Armani suit and placed River in it. The tall and sexy businessman garnerned SO MANY stares as he looked PRIMO SEXY DILF as he locked his car and strutted inside Kenma’s office building with his son, pressing the elevator button. As he waited, he called his best friend who was in Italy. Kuroo held his phone in between his shoulder and cheek before he snapped at his friend.
“Kenma. Do you need me to hop on a plane with River and crash your video game tournament right now?! Because I will.”
There was murmuring on the other line.
Kuroo gasped.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN RIVER CAN COME BUT I CAN’T?!”
River squealed loudly because he heard his name.
“Listen Kozume....... I have the keys to your loft, did you forget? You’ll come home to a mountain of River’s diapers in your game room if you back out now. You can’t just say no because my administrators are calling too much!!”
Baby River smiled cheekily and clapped his adorable hands as he rode the elevator with his daddy all the way up to his godfathers top floor.
That boy had a mother, father, godfather and a long list of pro volleyball player uncle’s who doted on him....
He couldn’t be happier.
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wrong dad | miya atsumu
word count: 1k
genre: fluff, dad!atsumu
pronouns used: female insert (she/her)
a/n: imma do a song series soon
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Ever since the birth of your new baby boy, nights have been restless. Your son reaching his six months, all he wants is cuddles while he chews on his teething toy. Atsumu had tried to compensate from being gone by video calling you every day to see his boy.
Your son had struggled to sleep every night. He’d babble and fight his sleep constantly. You and your husband knew you’d have to stay in his room another hour just to make sure he’s fully asleep. Osamu knew this too as he’d come over to have dinner with his brother’s family if he didn’t go into work that night.
“Hi baby-” Atsumu entered the house.
“Shhh, he’s settling down,” You say, pointing at your drowsy son.
“Oh, sorry,” He smiled. Atsumu walks over and plants a kiss on your forehead. “How was yer day? Was he being good?”
“It was fine, he just wanted attention. Osamu passed by and dropped off some food,” You say. Your husband seats himself beside you. He rubs his thumb over the bottom of your son’s foot. This causes your son to shift a little in his sleep. He lets out a loud sigh and began to snore softly. “Wow, you’re just like your daddy, he snores in his sleep too.”
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i think i love you. | akaashi, atsumu, ushijima, kuroo, sakusa, iwaizumu
a/n: in which he says those words above ^^ just berry soft mhm i listened to sunset rollercoaster while writing this and ugh im feeling really single rn
❊ AKAASHI holds your hand as you two walk home together, leaning on each other for warmth. you fail to notice the soft look in his eyes as he listens to you blabber on about the day you just had. he hums along to your talking just to make sure you know he's listening, but if it were up to him he'd prefer to just listen to your voice all the way home. "i swear, keiji! the cup almost fell but i swooped in just in time like woop as in it was like in slow-mo and everyone was like ooooooaaah-". akaashi lets out a hearty laugh at your storytelling and squeezes your hand tighter, "what did you just- god, i think i love you." you look up to meet his warm smile, "oh you know you love me." you say as you playfully sway your intertwined hands.
❊ ATSUMU holds in his laughter, not giving you the satisfaction of seeing him laugh like a mad person at your very corny jokes. "alright, stop that, let's just eat, k?" he bites his lip as you dramatically pout at him you are such a cutie ok , "fine, whatever." you say defeated as you get something off the fridge, you were far from defeated actually. "ohmYGOD-" you shriek out and atsumu immediately runs over to you. "what's wro-" "itsthemostbeautifulthingiveseeninmylife its a watermeloan" you shove the watermelon bowl with uhm watermelon inside to his face, "inside a watermeloan!" you both stand still, waiting for the other to break, and as you expected atsumu's wide grin finally plasters his pretty face. the kitchen fills with atsumu's booming laugh and your triumphant woohoos, "y/n i swear-" he moves dangerously closer to you, "i think i love you too much to be laughing at that what the hell-"
❊ USHIJIMA snuggles into you deeper, breathing in your scent. you both had a long day and ending it with this cuddling, with this warmth is all you both need. ushi adjusts his hold on you, moving you impossibly closer to him and you can't help but smile. you softly comb his hair with your fingers and watch the way the moonlight touches his features just right, you bask in the way his breathing comfortably fills the room. "y/n?" he calls for you in the softest voice, "hm?" the pitter-patter of the rain outside the window slowly lulls him to sleep but before his eyes flutter close he whispers, "i think i love you." ushi shakes his head, "no, i know i love you." he corrects himself and this warmth spreads across your chest. "i know," you kiss the tip of his nose, "i love you too, ushi."
❊ KUROO gawks at you from the other side of the room, he's been shamelessly staring at you for the past hour but you choose to ignore him. "hmmm..." he hums in a playful tone as you continue to type away on your laptop, nope you're not going to give him what he wants. "y/nnnnn, what should we order for dinner?" he asks still eyeing you. "anything you want, tetsu. just need to finish this, okay?" kuroo lets out a dramatic huff and leans back on his chair, "so you weren't ignoring me after all." you look up from your screen to roll your eyes at him and start working again. he lets out another dramatic scoff and takes the seat next to yours, "you know i've been staring at you for over an hour now thinking about how much i think i love you and you give me an eye roll?" kuroo scoffs again while placing his hands on his chest. you stop typing at the words he just said, a blush creeping on your cheeks. you take a second to collect yourself, this is what he wants! "you think?" you ask playfully. kuroo flashes you a triumphant smirk, "yeah, come here and i'll think about it again."
❊ SAKUSA shuffles to the door at the sound of your keys opening them. "omi~ i'm home- oh!" you beam from behind your mask as you see him greeting you with a soft smile. "welcome home, i can take that." he takes the bag of groceries from your hand and heads to the kitchen. you follow him inside and smile to yourself, his habit of organizing the groceries (even though he's not at his house lol) is just way too cute. "hey, i got this you can go rest up. they're my groceries anyway." you giggle as you wash your hands. "it's okay. you know i like doing this-" he says while placing the carton of milk in the fridge. "-for you, especially." he mumbles soft enough for you not to catch it. oh, but you did. you watch sakusa gently place your groceries in the right places, he handles everything with such care that you can't help but smile to yourself. "oh! i almost forgot! i got you something." you rummage through the grocery bag and scoop up a cute dog-shaped hand sanitizer (yikes idk how to describe it but there). sakusa looks up from his organizing and turns into putty, he takes the sanitizer from your hand and smiles, "thank you," he whispers and you beam at him. "i remember you mention how you like shiba inus so when i saw this i was like oooh omi would loooove this-" he looks at the sanitizer then at you, "y/n, i think i love you..." you look up at him and gasp, "omi! i can't believe all it took was a cute sanitizer for you to tell me that! i-" sakusa scoffs and returns back to work, all the lovey-dovey out of his system no it isn't wink wink.
❊ IWAIZUMI softens at your furrowed eyebrows and pouted lips. "well, what else do you have to say, y/n?" you shoot him a glare and huff, "i don't care what you say haji but mint chocolate ice cream does not deserve any rights." iwaizumi takes a spoonful of his mint choco ice cream and shrugs, "it's really good i don't know what you're talking about." you let out a dramatic gasp, "you're basically eating toothpaste how is that good?" you shake your head in disbelief and continue to verbally abuse his ice cream. iwaizumi chuckles at you and your antics, he loves it when you talk, even when you talk about the most absurd of things. he loves the way you speak fast when you're excited and how your hands dramatically flail around you when you're making a point. "-so that is exactly why I believe mint chocolate ice cream should cease to exist. bleh." you eye his cup and stick your tongue out mockingly. iwaizumi lets out a full laugh, not minding how loud he's being, "that's stupid, y/n. god, i think i love you to be listening to this right now." he mindlessly takes another spoon of ice cream, oblivious of the words he just muttered. you in the other hand, become a blushing mess and stop talking altogether, "you love me?" you ask fiddling with your own cup of ice cream. iwaizumi stops scooping his ice cream and looks up at you, shit, he thinks, he never meant to say it aloud. "uhm, i-" his face turns red and he avoids your gaze. and because you're an angel you decide to smirk up at him and coo, "well, if you love me more than mint chocolate then i might just think of accepting you hajime." he looks up at you again and upon seeing your playful smile, he knew that everything was well. "hmm, let me think about that, y/n." he matches your smirk and takes another bite of his ice cream.
a/n: omg these turned out longer than i expected thank you for getting this far??? i love you???
“Please stay.” I tried to beg her.
I don’t want to lose her. She’s too precious. She wanted more. And I just can’t give her what she wants.
My plea was answered with silence— the same way her confession was answered.
“Please.” I begged even more.
She took a sharp breath. I saw how her breath shaked as if trying to really calm her self down.
“I can’t force my self to still be friends with you the same way you can’t force your self to reciprocate what I feel.” She answered after a moment of silence. She looked away as her eyes brimmed with tears and as she try to blink them away.
Her words hit me hard in the gut, paralyzing me in my spot. And as I stood there, I just watched her walk away from me and out of my life.
- just something real in my drafts book once in a while
BAKUGOU + TODOROKI ☆ S5EP12
Bakuroki <333