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haikyuu boys who imagine their future with you while you sleep.
involves : children, marriage, pre+post time skip, implied fem!reader but can be read gn <3
haikyuu! boys who cradle you in their arms as you sleep, running their fingers down your back as they remind themselves to be gentle, not wanting to squeeze too hard and risk waking you up.
haikyuu! boys who always smile when they see you in the stands, happily supporting and cheering for them and their team. it's comforting knowing that you'll be celebrating their win or gently holding them when they lose.
haikyuu! boys who daydream about their future career in volleyball, playing for professional teams internationally, maybe even going to the olympics.
haikyuu! boys who imagine you sitting in the friends and family section, their colours as ribbons in your hair, proudly wearing their jersey as you cheer obnoxiously loud.
haikyuu! boys who imagine leaning over the barricades, gently pressing their chapped lips against your soft ones when they win, "did i do good baby?" they would whisper in your ear, pressing kisses against your cheek, and you'd giggle, "mhm, i'm very proud" they'd smile into your cheek, letting the camera's flash regardless of the intimate moment.
haikyuu! boys who would gently cradle their little baby every day before work, pressing soft kisses against the child's smooth head, letting them soak in the last few minutes of domesticity before hours of harsh training.
haikyuu! boys who, when stressed, would run his fingers over the white gold band which hung from his neck, tracing every familiar engraving with his thumb, and in those moments he'd find the momentum of the court again.
haikyuu! boys who shamelessly mention you and your child in every single interview, ever. "how was the training for this game, did you find it overbearing?" the reporter would ask, you were somewhere, talking to another player as he cradled his now toddler in his arms, "oh well, it's always stressful" he nods, "but my girls make it a bit more bearable" he'd finish with a cheeky grin.
haikyuu! boys who can't imagine celebrating any of their wins, big or small, without every night ending with you and your child in his warm arms.
β‘ SHOYO HINATA , ushijima wakatoshi , OIKAWA TOORU , kiyoomi sakusa , ATSUMU MIYA , RINTAROU SUNA , KOTAROU BOKUTO + ur fav!
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Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because theyβre used to writing essays rather than prose. I donβt wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesnβt offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (βdialogue tagβ just refers to phrases like βhe said,β βshe whispered,β βthey askedβ):
βFor most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and donβt capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,β she said.
βBut what if youβre using a question mark rather than a period?β they asked.
βWhen using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless itβs a proper noun!β she snapped.
βWhen breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,β she said, βuse commas.β
βThis is a single sentence,β she said. βNow, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so thereβs no comma after βshe said.ββ
βThereβs no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.β She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.
HELLO NEW MOOT<3 i donβt usually do this but i looove your armin headcanons sooso much like i am in awe because itβs like you just went inside my brain and wrote down my thoughts exactly !!??! and this is random but your theme is soo pretty too omgg!!!
OMG HEY NEW MOOT!!!! stop, it means so much that you like the armin headcanons because i literally LOVE writing about him (they are all SO self indulgent). what can i say, great minds think alike!!!π ALSO MY THEME IS PRETTY? I ADOREEEEE YOUR THEMEβΌοΈβΌοΈβΌοΈβΌοΈ
warnings: they are so in love it's disgusting /ref /lh
content: modern au, fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader
pairing: armin arlert x reader
a/n: this is very self-indulgent and i got carried away whoops. enjoy!
yellow kisses press into your skin, gentle yet firm, as you lay beneath the silken sky. the warmth of the sun is pleasant, teetering on the edge of almost too hot but never quite passing it. with your eyes shut, youβre able to appreciate your other senses: the crisp coastal breeze that occasionally sweeps by and soothes your heated skin, the smell of seasalt and damp sand that you can just barely make out from under the hat on your face, the distant sound of whispering waves and giggling gulls accompanying the music in one of your ears, the lingering flavours of the ice cream you had earlier, still sweet on your tongue. your fingers drum on your stomach and your head moves ever so slightly to the beat of whatever song is playing; youβre so in the moment that you almost startle when the shade on your eyes is replaced with blinding brightness.
you make a noise of complaint, reluctantly opening your eyes and plucking out your earphone. you shield your eyes from the sun as you twist your head to look at armin, laying on his side next to you. heβs staring at you, impatient and unimpressed, with one hand propping up his head and the other holding your sun hat.
you give him a hopeful, cheeky smile. βfive more minutes?β
arminβs expression remains the same. βyouβve been saying that for the last fifteen,β he says, sitting up and dropping your hat onto your face.
as he stands up, you scoff and take the hat off. βwell, time is only a construct, you know,β you say, sitting up and placing the hat on properly. βmaybe your fifteen minutes are my five minutes.β
βpfft.β armin offers a hand out to you. βcome on. walks on the beach were made for this kind of weather.β
βso was sunbathing,β you sass, even as youβre taking his hand and rising to your feet. the shifted weight makes the pliant sand mould to the shape of your feet. arminβs hand moves to your elbow, helping you balance as you slide your feet into your sandals. once youβve put on both, he steps aside to roll up the beach towel while you collect your scattered belongings and throw them into your bag. youβre about to lift it over your shoulder when a hand from behind you takes it instead. you turn to armin in confusion to find him carefully sliding the towel in and hooking the bag strap over his shoulder. the both of you exchange soft but eager smiles before sauntering down to the shore.
the sea is divine in the low sun, glittering like flames and moving like a dance between lovers. curling waves turn into froth and itβs almost hypnotic in the way it dissipates, only to come back again seconds later. the cool water skims across your bare feet, the sandals dangling from your fingers long forgotten. your other hand is comfortably clasped in arminβs, swinging back and forth leisurely. occasionally, you stop to pick up a pretty shell or rock, tossing it into your bag before resuming your walk.
βwanna go in the water?β armin suggests. until now, the melodies of the sea have been the only sound between you, but arminβs voice is like the sound of the sea itself, familiar and refreshing and gentle to your ear.
βwhere would we put our stuff?β you ask.
βuhh...β he takes a look around. βwell, thereβs hardly anyone here, so it should be fine to leave it nearby,β he says with a subtle smile. βyou know, somewhere just out of reach of the tide.β
you hum in thought. βi donβt know,β you say sheepishly.
typically, armin would be cautious too, but heβs feeling adventurous, whether it be because of the freeing touch of the sun or maybe all this time spent with you has got his heart soaring a little too high. either way, heβs tugging on your hand encouragingly, like an excited puppy. when heβs met with resistance β you donβt require any more convincing really, you just like it when armin gets like this and want to tease him β he lets go, grabs your sandals and hat, then jogs away.
you fondly watch armin put everything down before pulling his t-shirt over his head by the collar, so quickly and eagerly that it gets caught on his limbs a few times and makes you chuckle into your hand. as soon as the t-shirt is in the bag, armin is running back to you. his daffodil locks ruffle in the breeze and his teeth look like pearls in the twinkling light. youβre mesmerised, only able to think about how perfect he is like this; grinning with the sun in his hair and a childish bounce in his step.
once he finally reaches you, armin is slightly out of breath. βcome on, letβs go,β he says. that grin is still on his face, but itβs much brighter up close; cuter now that you can see the freckles on his nose and the shy dimple in his left cheek.
βrace you there,β is all you say before youβre sprinting across the wet sand. armin is after you in seconds and the adrenaline of being chased has you feeling like a giddy teenager. you glance over your shoulder, heart thrumming in your chest. heβs closer than you expected, so you speed up and push harder through the resistance of the deepening water. you stop once youβre waist-deep and turn around to check on armin again, only for him to crash into you, pulling you both into the water.
youβre only under for a moment before youβre back out again, gasping and pushing your hair out of your face. βarmin!β you scold, though youβre smiling so wide it loses its effect.
arminβs head is thrown back with laughter so you splash some water at him; some finds its way into his mouth, causing him to sputter and making it your turn to laugh. from there, it devolves into a splash match, neither of you letting up, both of you too greedy for victory. your fingers are pruney, your mouth tastes of salt and your eyes are stinging; normally you would be complaining, but you really canβt when youβre with him.
after sending another scatter of water at armin, his blond head suddenly disappears under the water. you still your movements, tense as you watch the surface. βarmin?β you call out, unsure if you should be worried or if heβs just playing a trick.
as his name starts to leave your lips again, you feel something wrap around your thighs and lift you out of the water. a yelp leaps from your lungs and your hands desperately find purchase on arminβs shoulders. below you, arminβs smile is toothy with mischief, his hair is clinging to his forehead and his eyes are shimmering in the pink twilight like nothing youβve ever seen before; youβre so entranced you forget to scold him for startling you again.
gently, armin lowers you back into the water, but his arms stay touching your skin, crawling up to your waist. your arms do the same, hands gliding to the back of his neck, where you nudge him forward and catch his lips in your own. itβs long and tender and wet with saltwater.
βi love you,β armin whispers as you part.
βi love you too,β you murmur back, thumbing away the hair thatβs stuck near his eyes. in your peripheral, you notice armin staring at you, and the heat in your cheeks is immediate. when you shift your gaze back to his, itβs like his eyes are sparkling.
βyouβre so pretty,β he mumbles dreamily.
your warm cheeks only grow warmer and in flustered frustration, or perhaps out of cute aggression, you squish arminβs cheeks between your hands. βshut up, you adorable idiot.β and then youβre leaning in for another kiss.
after sunset, armin takes you back to his place on his moped, your arms around his waist and your cheek pressed against his back as he drives you down the scenic route. once there, you decide to take turns to shower, and armin lets you go first. now, youβre waiting for him to finish, lying across his bed and scrolling on your phone. every so often, you nuzzle your face into his pillow, addicted to the smell: fresh linen, vanilla and seasalt, and something strong and masculine thatβs all his own.
armin ambles through the door, a towel around his neck and drops of water dripping from his hair. he adorns a baggy satin button-up, open to reveal the pale plains of his torso, and some simple shorts; you canβt help but admire him.
βcβmere,β you say, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and beckoning him over. he immediately obeys, making you smile. you place a kiss on his belly and the muscles twitch under your touch. when you lean back and look at him, his cheeks are flushed. βyouβre so cute,β you coo before patting the space between your legs. βsit. iβll dry your hair off for you.β
without a word of complaint, armin sits down on the floor between your legs. you reach down and lift the towel over his head. you start off by gently squeezing the residual water out before beginning to rub and massage his hair.
βtoday was so much fun,β armin says, his smile evident in his voice.
you hum and smile as well. βwe should do it more often.β
βreally?β armin tilts his head to look up at you, only for you to tut at him.
he pouts, so you peck the crown of his head. βyes, really.β
he seems happy enough at that, leaning back and letting you spend the next few minutes drying off his hair. afterwards, the two of you get ready for bed. you settle in arminβs arms, surrounded by his smell and warming your hands against the skin under his shirt.
βi love you,β armin says into your hair, voice quiet and low, like the ocean at night.
βyouβve already said that today,β you mumble against his chest.
his smile is lazy but beaming as it always is. βi can say it more than once, canβt i?β
βmm-mm.β you shake your head. βsaying it more than once makes you a sap.β
armin sighs. βwell, i like being a sap then,β he says, holding you closer and kissing your temple. you can only hum, too drowsy to formulate a response. arminβs hand traces patterns into the bump of your hip, and the delicate movement, along with the steady heartbeat in his chest, pull you the rest of the way into the embrace of sleep.
imagine armin reading to you on a lazy sunday afternoon. an open book held by slender fingers, an arm curled around you. youβre tucked into his side, a cheek on his shoulder and his head resting against yours. the calm cadence of his voice lifts the words off the pages and vibrates softly in his chest; a soothing thrum under your fingertips, occasionally stuttering when he stumbles over the sentences, misreading and mispronouncing, then chuckling and starting over. thereβs the gentle sound of rubbing paper as he turns the page and continues. each second melts into the next, his voice fading into an echo. your eyes flutter shut and your smile slips under the weight of your drowsiness. you feel the warmth of arminβs lips press against your temple, followed by a whisper of sweet nothings that lingers on your skin as you finally fall asleep.
thinking about going on a bike ride with armin. making your way home, the basket half-full of leftovers from your picnic, the evening sun on your skin, the summer breeze in your hair, the whir of the bicycleβs mechanics below you. your surroundings roll past you like a kaleidoscope, a blur of shapes and colours. youβre smiling β have been since you first mounted the back of arminβs bicycle β and your arms are wrapped around his middle. the warmth of his skin, through the sheer fabric of his cotton shirt, is pleasant against your cheek, but you pull away for a moment to watch the sky, a gradient of blue, purple and pink.
feeling adventurous, you unclasp your hands and move them to the seat, curling your fingers around the edge and letting them bear the weight as you tilt yourself back. you shut your eyes and take in deep breaths of the countryside air; basking in the wind, the thin streams of sunlight flickering by you, this whole moment.
but the sudden coldness around his waist makes armin glance over his shoulder at you. βhey, be careful,β he warns you.
you smile at his concerned tone. βi am, donβt worry,β you assure him, but a cautious hand still reaches over to your knee and gives it a squeeze. your head falls back down as you push the hand away. βnow whoβs not being careful, huh?β you tease.
armin chuckles and places his hand back on the handle while your arms slide back around him. you rest your chin on his shoulder, watching the smooth wide path and fields of green. you gently bump your head against arminβs, making you both laugh softly, then peck behind his ear and settle in his neck to watch the sunset.
"oh i could never date bakugo because he's too mean"
to you? mean? oh, darling, no.
the second bakugo confirms that you're his and his only, it's a one way ticket to being spoiled beyond anything you could imagine. his fight to be the best hero translates line for line into your relationship.
it's "whatever you want" mumbled after every question, it's "the fuck you think you're doing?" when you try to lift a finger toward your wallet, and it's "you drive me insane" with a scowl and smiling eyes, tugging you closer by the hip to soften his words.
trust me, you can't even go a day without him showing up in your relationship in some way. he's working late at his agency, swamped with paperwork? you're greeted in the morning with what seems to be the entire stock of the local flower shop down the street. he's sent away for a week on a mission? when your phone isn't buzzing with texts updating you (nothing too flowery, but it's enough to remind you he's thinking of you), you're eating food he's meal prepped for you or had delivered to your door. it's sunday? he's shoving your drink of choice under your nose and insisting that you spend at least an hour longer in bed.
if you're also a hero, on the streets fighting alongside him, he respects you above any other hero. if you're at home, in college or working in some other career, he's bragging to his sidekicks about how "fucking cool" whatever you're working on currently is.
and then there's the way he would never leave you with any doubts. does he suck at communicating his feelings directly? yes. without hesitation, yes. but he's there and he's blushing and spitting out assurances of his care for you until you're able to soften his jaw with time, he's never shying away from touching you to make up for where his words lack, he's playing your favorite songs in the car without having to be asked and he's always jumping at any opportunity to make your life easier.
(it helps, of course, that you spoil him tenfold by being there for him, holding his hand when nightmares prevent any further touches in the middle of the night and smiling so sweetly at him when he walks through the door to see you. i mean, how could he not adore the only person who sticks around and peeks past the vulgarity of who he is to see the good he fights so hard to maintain? something about you makes him feel human, worth emotion, worth love. he's willing to do whatever it takes to be "the fucking best at this boyfriend shit")
i feel like. bakugou didn't have any siblings and has always been a rough-houser, so by the time he's comfortable in his relationship with you, he's SO ANNOYING.
he comes back from his early morning run to find you still in bed and he just lays his entire body weight on you. he'll put you in a headlock for NO REASON. does the thing in the kitchen with a damp dish towel and it hurts omg, he's really good at it. like aiming for your ass EVERY TIME. i love that hc about him being too wound up if he doesn't expend enough energy at work, and you're trying to lay down and go to sleep and he's yanking the blankets off you or scooching too close or trying to poke and prod at you, so you lean over and WHACK HIM ONCE and it's like over for you. it's 10pm and he's ready to wrestle.
or can you imagine the first time his friends see him this way π₯Ί
they know you're dating, obviously, but they've seen how you are and they KNOW how he is, so they're kinda wondering...π€ how does this work ?? π€
and then yall are all meeting for dinner one night and they're waiting for you to join them, and the elevator to the parking garage opens up and they're standing there, and bakugou has you like pinned against the wall, is bent over with his head near your stomach, looking like he's about to throw you over his shoulder. and you've got a fistful of his shirt but you're laughing too hard to fight back.
and they can hear bakugou threatening, "i'll fucking do it, right now. y'think i give a shit that we're in publicβ"
but you can't hardly speak, just shaking your head and squealing out, "no, no, stop!'
and then when he finally realizes yall have an audience, he stands up and stops smiling immediately LOL and everyone is just kind of like π₯Ίπ₯Ί bakugou ?? π₯Ίπ₯Ί BECAUSE THEY'RE HAPPY FOR HIM π₯Ίπ₯Ίπ₯Ί
a huge house in the middle of the woods with keigo where you have thousands of trees and endless bird feeders. keigo talks to the birds every morning after his daily jog, and youβre never fully certain if heβs actually talking to them or not. regardless, the sentiment is cute. but he does get them all to sit on his shoulders and will pass one over to you as you step outside β barefoot and the grass is slightly damp. it makes your nose crinkle up and keigoβs smile is soft as butter cream as he approaches you. βthis one likes you,β he tells you. βthey all love you,β you say. he nods. βbut this one,β he flicks a finger to your shoulder, to the tiny cardinal who strikes like buds on a rose bush against the world of green below you, βreally likes you. youβre her favorite. she told me.β and you donβt know if heβs lying or not, but you smile to the bird. then to your favorite bird. and he always smiles back.
Ahaha YOUR BOKUTO FICS IM CRYING ππ I have such a hate love relationship with all parts because theyre so well written but still hurt SO BAD ππ begging for a better future for both of them :'))) at least in my heart they got together in the end SOB
AAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THEM!! thereβs actually one part left but i havenβt gotten around to finishing it </3 hopefully itβll be done by this upcoming weekend!!! ;)
OK HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE⦠Aot guys but they have a crush on their best friends sister ?!
eren
he would make you play games with him and your brother. he gets defensive over you when your brother calls you lame or anything bad. and he uses these situations to make you sit next to him. high-school eren plays sports so he would run up to you after sport to ask you how they did. he also loves having special handshakes with you and touch you whenever he likes. he doesn't dare to hug you but he loves patting your head.
you would probably find out that he has a crush on you while you're passing him in the hallways and he's talking about you to his friends.
armin
he's the type to "accidently" go for something to drink when you're in the kitchen. he always asks you questions about your life.... and sometimes he gets so personal that you have to beg him to stop giving you dating advise. he also suggests to go with you to the mall when you complain that all of your friends are busy. and if you agree, he makes sure to see you in everything you try on. although he gets shy whenever you touch him.
he tells you that he has a crush on you and he makes sure that your brother isn't in 500km radius.
jean
he would take you home from school. the type to slow down when he sees you walking home, roll the window down and tell you to get in while tilting his sunglasses down. actually tries to be your friend rather than shyly hop around. be glad that your brother thinks good of him and allows him to hang out with your alone. something jean comes over when your brother is out to have you all to himself. he acts confident but one time when you hugged him goodbye, he almost passed out.
i think your brother figures out what's going on and tells you about jean's secret crush.
connie
he's bold about it but still not entirely obvious. he says stuff like "hey bro, your hot sister opened my door for me. can i have her?" but you think he's not being serious. he's always flirty with you, but after some time, he would get angry because now it's you who's not serious. always touches you in some way. he loves hugging your shoulders and ruffling your hair. connie would tell all of his friends about you and they would tease him about it. he actually waits the whole year to ask you for a prom as friends but he confessed during party rock anthem.
reiner
he's the biggest mess out all of them. he can't be in the same room as you because he's gonna melt. and if you opened the door for him, be prepared for reiner to run but the stairs as fast as possible. you actually thought that he hated you for some time but you later found out that he's just shy. when he gets used to your presence, it's something different. he still blushes at every word you say but he is more confident in his communication skills. also you find out that he has a crush on you yourself. like come on. even your brother is his wingman. he's just so miserable.
