THEY COME HOME DRUNK AND MAKE AN OFFHAND COMMENT ON YOUR APPEARANCE ( i love the other with Atsumu)
With Kuroo, Bokuto AND Suna?
Thanks
THEY COME HOME DRUNK AND MAKE AN OFFHAND COMMENT ON YOUR APPEARANCE | 2
characters: bokuto + kuroo + suna + (gn!reader)
warnings: none but suna's is a teeny bit suggestive haha
notes: not me making part two literal months later––
part one / part two
bokuto was currently sulking in front of you and you honestly had no idea what was going on. he'd stumbled into the bedroom after akaashi drove him back home and almost comically pouted once he saw you.
"come here baby," you reached for his hand and pulled him over to stand next to the bed, sitting up on your knees so you were somewhat at the same height. "what's wrong, hm?" you placed a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled into it immediately, his mood not shifting.
"you...why do you look...like that?..."
you paused, not knowing where this was going, a furrow appearing between your brows. "like what?"
his pout somehow got even deeper and he stepped back a little bit to get a good look at you. "like that." he pointed to you, an almost exasperated tone in his voice. "i mean––look at me." he gestured to himself with both hands, "and look at you."
he huffed and looked back into your eyes. "we're just not on the same level..."
before you could snap out of your confusion and retort, (somewhat offended), that you were in your pajamas after all, he went on.
"you're jus' too pretty baby––" he stepped back right in front of you and nuzzled his head into the crook of your shoulder, leaning his weight on you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "i can't compare," he mumbled against your neck, taking a deep breath. "i'll try harder tomorrow, kay?"
taking a second to process what just happened you sighed, holding him back and bringing a hand to play with his hair, smiling when hummed contently at the feeling. "trust me kou, you're perfect the way you are."
when he took a while to respond or even make a sound of acknowledgement, you realized he'd fallen asleep and bit back a laugh. yup, he's absolutely perfect.
kuroo sluggishly made his way through the front door, thanking his personal driver for getting him home safe, his words slurring slightly, some louder than others.
with a smile, you got off the couch where you'd been waiting up for him to come home from his work event. you made your way over to see him struggling to loosen his tie with fumbling fingers.
he jumped up in surprise when your hands gently slid over his own, eyes finding yours immediately. his lips curved into their familiar smirk, his eyes tracing you up and down.
"there y'are kit–kitten." he sighed as you pulled the tie off for him. "thank you babe––you...saved me."
"you're welcome testu." laughing, you set the tie aside and grabbed his hand, ready to pull him towards the bedroom to get ready to sleep when he tugged you back to face him.
"what are you doing?" you looked at him, shocked but amused. "let's go to bed."
he ignored your words, but honestly part of you believes he could have simply not heard them. "wait why––why do you look––so..." he paused, thinking of the word, his face brightening a few seconds later. "bad!"
you paused and looked at him blankly. given his tone and the way he pulled you in closer with a smile on his face, it didn't seem like he meant it in a bad way? but he was also not sober––
you blinked. "...what?"
"you look bad."
you were starting to feel...conflicted. uneasy? you didn't even know how to explain it. when you were still silent a few moments later, his face dropped to a worried pout.
"is that not how it goes?"
before you could respond, he blurted out his next words, a victorious finger in the air. "baddie! i meant you––" he paused to hiccup, "look like a baddie." he grinned and pulled you closer, "my baddie."
you laughed in disbelief, from how cheesy he was to how ridiculous the whole situation was, shaking your head. "you're unbelievable sometimes tetsu."
he tilted his head, a cheesy smile on his face. "in a good way?"
you nodded, leaning in to give him a small kiss, "always."
suna was staring at you while you both waited for the food you'd left for him heated up in the microwave. you figured he didn't have a proper meal while he was out, and he always said that he preferred your cooking anyway. he wasn't saying anything, just staring, an indescribable look in his eyes as he sat at the kitchen island.
you figured he wasn't really "here" right now, at least not completely, so you simply looked at him curiously, a slightly confused smile on your face as you turned around at the sound of the microwave beeping.
you placed the food in front of him on the counter but he didn't even glance at it. after a few seconds of more silence and more stares, you sighed.
"aren't you going to eat, rin? you need some food before you go to sleep."
he blinked. "can't eat."
you tilted your head, concerned. "what? why not? are you feeling sick?"
he shook his head, "no." his eyes scanned over your body. "just can't eat. when you look like that."
your mouth dropped open in shock as you felt a bubble of insecurity burst in your stomach. "w–what?"
he pushed the plate away and crossed his arms, staring into your soul and you crossed your arms as well, feeling a sudden anger overcome the pinch of anxiety you felt.
"well i'm in my pajamas rin. and i stayed up just to make sure you got home safely, and i made dinner for you so the least you could do is not comment on my appearance, especially if you have nothing nice to say."
with that you spun around and were ready to walk past him when his hand shot out and caught your arm, spinning you back to face him. his brows were furrowed and you tried to pull away but he trapped you between his legs, his arms meeting around your waist. he might not have been sober, but he was still strong.
"let me go so you can eat your food." you rolled your eyes, not wanting to look at him.
he simply stared at you and reached a hand up to gently grab your jaw, squishing your cheeks together. "why would i do that when i can just eat you, hm?"
your eyes shot to his in surprise but before you could say anything, he was pressing his lips against yours, humming contently against them.
he waited until you melted into it to trail sloppy kisses along your cheek, and your jaw before nipping it gently, the slight sting snapping you back from your reverie.
you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed back to look him in the eye, still breathless and in shock. "what are you..."
he looked at you like you were dumb. "said i couldn't eat with you here." when you just looked at him baffled, he rolled his eyes and went on. "cause i wanna eat you instead."
"you––" he went back to smothering you with kisses and bites and you shook your head and laughed breathlessly in disbelief. "you are something else, rin." he hummed in response, not letting up but you slipped out of his grasp, swerving out of the way when he tried to grab you again.
you pointed at him like you were scolding a child. "finish your food. then you can do whatever you want." you knew the food would just tire him out afterwards, but he didn't need to know that.
he glared at you for a moment but turned back to the counter, pulling the plate back towards him and digging in, mumbling with him mouth full. "thank you for the food."
you pressed a kiss to his temple before running off again before he could grab you, a cheeky smile on your face. "any time baby."
haikyuu characters and how they know they’re still in love with you p2
[characters: kageyama, suna, kuroo, bokuto]
[hi so this hurt to write 👍]
kageyama opens the door to his apartment, slipping off his shoes and locking the door behind him.
“i’m home,” he announces, expecting to see the usual sight of you in the kitchen or on the couch but is only met with darkness and the realisation that you are no longer here.
the apartment itself is no longer bright and bustling. it is no longer filled with the pumpkin spice candles you buy or the playing or quiet music. shelves are no longer filled with your favourite books or knick-knacks that you bought on your holiday to rio.
kageyama scoffs quietly at himself. right. you’re gone now.
suna awakes to the coldness of his now half-empty bed, and his heart sinks in his chest. how long has it been since you’ve been gone? why hasn’t he moved on yet?
“you left the door unlocked?” atsumu calls out to you the second he enters your apartment, heavy bags of laundry and groceries occupying his arms, and with another second, you meet him in the kitchen.
“oh hey!” you chime, “you’re home!”
and atsumu looks at you, “you left the door unlocked!”
“it’s a safe neighborhood.” you shrug, tittering as you ignore his antics, and you walk over closer to him to welcome him home.
it’s been a long day without atsumu — he has his volleyball career and you have your college, but even after all that, he is still your husband, and it’s only right that you get to miss him.
atsumu settles down the bags he carried on the kitchen counter, a hand on his hip, and he turns your hug away.
he tells you, “what if a psychopathic maniac walked in?”
“well, then i would’ve said; hi tsumu, how was your day?” you smile, rolling your eyes at his chattering, and you attempt to hug him again despite your first attempt being futile.
atsumu smiles, his own cheshire grin, and he likes that he goes home to you, likes that no matter how tiring his day gets, he’ll always have you to come home to.
he lets you welcome him into a hug, and he smiles, and he laughs, saying, “i picked up the laundry - separated your whites from my reds, i didn’t make that mistake again - and i picked up those highlighters you were eyeing the last time we went by there, and, oh wait — ”
he stops talking, walking over to your side of the room, and atsumu says, “pause.”
“what?” you laugh, raising a brow at his actions, and you’re pulled into his arms - he smells like the sun and fresh cologne - and you’re quick to ease into him.
he smiles, “pause.”
you titter, “why?”
and he tells you, “kiss.”
so you laugh thinking he’s joking, but you stop your sentences anyways, pushing his hair away from his face, and you let him kiss you - smiley, toothy, consecutive kisses - and he doesn’t let you pull away.
atsumu’s arms locks behind your hips, pushing you against the kitchen sink, kissing you one after the other, and he pulls away, taking the free second as an opportunity to calm the atmosphere down.
it’s been a long day of volleyball, a long day without you, and it’s nice to just have you so close to him even for a little while.
you smile, your nose almost touching his, and you say, “so you were telling me about highlighters?”
“is that all you want from me?” he asks, faking a dramatic sigh.
and you nod, “i married you for that exact reason, miya - a set of highlighters.”
and atsumu scoffs, “well, miya, i didn’t hear you mention them in your vows.”
the high of the moment ends, his laughter dies down with yours, but neither of you move away from each other - just comfort in the closeness of being together again.
you married this man. you’re barely 20, and you’ve actually married this man - taken his name as your own - and you’re still deciding if that’s a good thing or not.
his nose brushes against yours, and you stare at his face long enough to see a subtle blue discoloration just above his eyebrow.
“you have a bruise.” you frown, pointing out what you see as you trace over it with your finger.
atsumu nods, wincing when you touch too hard over it, “got hit in the face with a ball.”
“does it hurt?” you ask, a bit gentler this time.
and he tells you, “nothing i can’t handle.”
atsumu feels your hand settle on his cheek, his bruised, sore cheek, and he feels how gentle you are with it — like you’re scared to hurt him, and he pushes his face deeper into your palm.
you could never hurt him.
your voice is soft, “wanna go to bed?”
he would go anywhere with you.
atsumu nods, and he laughs, “but we are so not leaving that door unlocked.”
it’s only been a few months since you and atsumu got married — just young kids, signing contracts, sharing names and spitting vows — but he’d like to think that it’s going well, he’d like to think this would last, he’d like to think that you love marrying him as much as he does.
it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.
that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.
that’s why he broke up with you.
the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.
or so, until now.
“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.
it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.
but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.
atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”
“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.
and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”
your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”
“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”
you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.
you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”
and he only replies, “i have a solution.
and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”
you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.
you sigh, “why are you here?”
and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”
you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”
“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”
atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.
“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”
atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”
you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.
“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”
atsumu doesn’t respond.
you touch his arm, “have you slept?”
he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.
atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”
you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.
he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.
“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.
but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”
he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.
he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.
summary: a red string appears when you are lost but what happens when it breaks?
warning: major character death
author note: this is my second fics for a collab/event with @yacoka and haha sorry i wrote this when i was stressed for my finals
Lost.
According to the Merriam-Webster Thesaurus, lost is an adjective. No longer possessed. Gone, mislaid, misplaced, missing. In sum, nowhere to be found. Not only that but a person can feel like they themselves are lost. Not physically lost, but emotionally or mentally. Not knowing what to do next or what was the meaning behind them living. One tiny word holds so many meanings. And to a sense, you understood them all.
You were a match together in the way a pair of ill-fitting pants are the perfect length but are too wide. You were almost perfect but not quite.
But that didn’t matter to you.
Atsumu’s hands may have been too big to hold perfectly but his arms were the perfect size to hold you close at night.
And perhaps your love of privacy wasn’t the best fit for Atsumu’s shining pro-athlete career but it was perfect for nights when both of you were tired of the world and just needed to bask in each other’s company.
To you, the horrible pick-up lines Atsumu made were enough. His excitement and passion for volleyball was enough. The fond expression on his face when he talked about your future together was enough.
To him, your support at his games–no matter how small–was enough. The shine in your eyes when you talked about something you loved was enough. The loving gaze you gave him when he was the first thing you saw each morning was enough.
What you had wasn’t perfection, but it was enough.
But just like every other imperfect couple, there were arguments.
At first, they had started off small. Little skirmishes about what to eat for dinner and where to put the furniture. No big deal.
You teased each other about these arguments. They were words with no consequence. They were words with no meaning to them.
But then the small arguments became more frequent.
Suddenly, you were arguing about everything and what used to be lighthearted quips became quarrels full of tension.
The tension grew. And grew. And grew. And they kept growing until one day Atsumu started to notice things.
He had noticed how you never spoke to him with that sparkle in your eyes. He would look for you at his games only to realize you weren’t there. In the mornings when he woke up, he saw your back turned to him instead of your loving gaze.
You started to notice things too.
You noticed Atsumu never stopped by your work to surprise you anymore. You had realized the passion in his voice when he spoke to you was missing. He never told you any cheesy pick-up lines anymore.
“When had things become so different?” You wondered.
“Maybe it was when we started to get into arguments about everything."
Atsumu’s dry response caught you off guard as you turned to him in surprise.
"What?"
"Ya asked when had things become so different.” Atsumu replied. “So I answered.”
Shit. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Don’t look so sour. You’re the one who asked the question, not me.”
“Well I’m sorry,” You retorted sarcastically. “My bad if I feel badly about the change in our relationship.”
“What’re ya getting pissy at me for? Ya literally asked!”
“And you couldn’t have said it more sensitively?”
“I’m telling the truth! What do ya want me to say? That we’re doing fine?”
“It’d certainly make me feel better!”
Your voices started to raise, that sickeningly familiar feeling of tension rising in the room.
“It would be a lie! What’s the point of a relationship if it’s just gonna be full of lies?” Atsumu spat.
“Ever heard of blissful ignorance?”
“Both of us know something’s changed so why the hell should we lie to ourselves?”
“God, why are you so difficult?!”
“I’m the difficult one? Ya aren’t even facing the truth!"
"You want me to face the truth? Fine! The truth is neither of us are happy in this relationship and we’d probably be better off if we just ended it!"
There it was. The words fell from your mouth with the taste of acid; that dreadful truth that you didn’t want to admit. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t working out. You knew the day you said I love you and didn’t mean it. You knew it was over but you still wanted to believe you could fix things. You clung to the hope that this was all just a bump in your relationship. Some terrible, torturous nightmare that you would wake up from any second now. Any second now, you would wake up to Atsumu saying he loves–
"Let’s end it then.”
This was a nightmare.
“Works for me since apparently you’re just as unhappy with me as I am with you.”
It’s all just another nightmare again. A flashback in time to that painful night. A night that was repeating itself now, years later.
“You’re so frustrating!” Atsumu’s words sliced through the air like a knife, pulling you out of your memories.
“Oh sure, call me the frustrating one when you’re the one making a scene!”
“You’re insufferable! I can’t believe I thought of marrying you!"
Time seemed to stop once you heard that sentence leave his lips.
”…What?“
"You heard me.”
“You…. you wanted to marry me?"
"More than anything. I was looking at rings before… before everything happened."
Atsumu paused.
"What a joke that was. Besides, that’s in the past now and it’s not like you would have said–"
"I would have said yes."
"You– you what?"
"I would have said yes.” You repeated with a raised voice, the pain heavy in your eyes.
There were few times in his life that Atsumu was truly rendered speechless.
In all his years of existence, there were only three times he remembers being truly speechless: the day you accepted his feelings, the day you left him alone in your old shared apartment…
And now.
There weren’t words that he could use to describe his emotions. He was at a complete loss of words and anything he might have said he couldn’t say as his tongue weighed heavy like lead with every word he could have said to get you to stay with him and didn’t. If he had asked, if he had begged, if he had just told you how much he loved you…
Would you have stayed?
But he couldn’t think of what he should have said because it was all in the past. He wanted to tell you now, in the present, what he felt because he might never have the chance to tell you how much you mean to him but he can’t. It was too little too late and he knew it.
So he didn’t say anything.
After all, what could he possibly say that could even come close to capturing the feeling of a shattering heart?
Unbeknownst to him, it was two glass hearts that broke beyond repair that day, because it was in that moment, you knew that you had lost something that would have been beautiful.
Both of you knew you had lost the endless possibilities of a future together. Memories that never were. A wedding that never was. A perfect fairytale love that would have lasted longer than the universe itself was gone and it would never be back.
SYNOPSIS: You’re an ambitious career woman, who’s got everything…except a significant other. Your mom, sick of you showing up to family functions alone, sets you up on a series of (terrible) blind dates. You make these dates meet you at your favorite restaurant, Onigiri Miya, but for some reason the owner’s jerk of a twin brother always happens to be there exactly when things crash and burn.
NOTE: I’m super excited to share this miniseries with you all!! Looking to release the prologue tonight or tomorrow. I’m still fleshing out the rest of the series, so if ya’ll have ideas for weird/bad date experiences send them over. Also, feel free to message me if you want to be on the tag list.
they say a picture speaks a thousand words, but what if even the image you captured could not convey the complexity of your profound feelings?
what would happen then?
“did you have fun?”
he nodded with a satisfied hum, the device on his hand felt much heavier than it should’ve been when he first held it.
“well…what did you take?”
kenma hesitated for a moment, his thumb hovering just above the tiny trash button. the sharp gaze of his lingered over the smallest of details he couldn’t help but notice, while every new discovery seems to tug on his heartstrings like an angel on the harp.
“kenma?”
there were many thoughts running through his mind when he contemplated his options, but somehow, the thought of seeing your reaction intrigued him more than the natural route of deleting that particular picture.
“some photos…of what i like.”
“oh? can i see them?”
the obvious excitement dancing in your bright hues was more than enough to have him let out a sigh as he passed your camera back to you.
it was just a split second.
“kenma, are the clouds only what you like?”
you chuckled, observing the subtle differences in each picture of the sky he had taken.
“i do like them…but there’s something else…”
or someone else, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
he was threading his sentence lightly, eyes flickering from his phone to the images you were previewing.
when he was playing with the depth of field and trying to refocus the lens manually; it was in that one moment.
“hmm? and what’s that?”
you nonchalantly asked, still going through the series of skies and some random photos of blurred fingers and sandy ground. his sudden shift in the type of silence lingering in the air did not go unnoticed by you as wondered what was wrong with him today.
“ken—”
then, you saw it.
that one particular picture that had him in a bundle of nerves like a ticking time bomb.
you were gazing at the endless stretch of the deep blue sea, seemingly getting lost in its beauty when each crush of waves was like an orchestra—playing right into your heart.
and in that tiny viewfinder of a rusty camera, it was as if the whole universe held its breath together with him at that magical moment; the way your hair was carried by the breeze in a slow dance, to the way your eyes were soft and curious; as if you were lost in the wonders of what the sea had to offer.
if he had admired you a second more or rushed a second less, he wouldn’t have captured the rarity of your profile.
“since when did you…?”
there was a million train of thoughts going through your mind when you brought your attention back to the very male you may or may not have a huge crush on for years. kenma wasn’t exactly the type of person who’d notice your feelings for him when you were practically close to him since birth. and yet, there was something odd in the way he was looking at you that day.
“sorry…”
he thought you might understand what he was trying to say immediately, but he realized maybe he wasn’t all that clear about it.
“i thought of deleting it but…”
you knew. you knew exactly what he meant but at the same time, you were afraid.
what if that wasn’t what he was thinking? what if you were just jumping to conclusions because if he hadn’t liked you since before, why now?
“but…?”
but what?
what could he say?
that it was too beautiful for him to delete?
that you had been watering his garden of love for you for years and only to have the flowers bloomed in that miraculous of a moment because he was a blinded fool? that kuroo was right about him taking you for granted or that he owed that annoying male twenty bucks now because of it?
how could he express his feelings without actually saying them?
“you know…i got it. i mean, i think i got what you’re trying to say but…do you really?”
you placed the once treasured device next to you, eyes staring right back at the sea. and this time, wishing the waves could pull you back into the water as they retreated.
“i mean…of course i’d be happy to know that you finally saw me in a different light but, do you really?”
it was his turn to watch the waves crashing against the shore, and for him, he wished they would just drown out all of his hesitations.
“i—”
“do you really want something more?”
but what more could he ask for when you had always been enough for him. he was just too comfortable with your affection that he failed to realize how it was only meant for him.
“i—”
“are-are you sure it wasn’t just a spur of a moment? i don’t want to…you know…get my hopes up only to realize—”
he really was an idiot, wasn’t he?
the way you were trying so hard to make sure you didn’t accidentally slip those actual words out, the way you were trying to make sense of his own inability to string the right words.
“—you didn’t actually feel the same way.”
a pause. a beat. a shift in his gears.
“i thought of deleting it but…”
“i couldn’t do it.”
“i knew i—what?”
“because i finally realized the reason behind your every smile when you look through that tiny hole.”
you had seen the way kenma would light up whenever he bought a new game, or when he was playing volleyball with that new orange head of a friend.
and yet, you truly regretted letting go of that camera, for the smile tugging at the corner of his lips was slowly dying your cheeks crimson from the fondness you could gently feel.
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