[rrk-r]

You were chilling in the living room when an idea crossed your mind. You grin, already holding back a laugh as you hear your fiancé walking down the stairs.

“Babe, can you grab me a drink?” You ask not looking up from your phone.

“I shall cherish my wife” He grins to himself. (what a dork)

“Fiancé,” You correct him, giving him a ‘haha, I know that makes you mad’ look. He catches your gaze before turning around to open the fridge.

“Whatever makes my wife happy” You can see his hand and forearm muscles clenching from the grip on the fridge handle.

He walks up to you, handing you the drink you asked for.

“Good boy,” You say, biting back a laugh the moment you see his face.

He looks at you then quickly around the room for any camera or someone who could possibly see what he is about to do-

He giggles, GIGGLES. Before he quickly masks it with a forced cough. He clears his throat twice and fixes his hair.

“Mind saying that again?” Your jaw hits the floor.

“Excuse you?”

“I didn't quite.. hear you” he repeats, fixing his collar and standing up straighter. You try.. Really try not to laugh… or cry. Because this man looks adorable. He has a cheeky smile, his dimples showing up.. his hands in front of him. You can almost see him rocking on his feet from excitement.

“Ah.. wait, if I get you another thing, you will repeat it?” he doesn't wait for your response; he's already moving. He walks in and out of the kitchen, a snack his hand. He gently, like it's a secret, places it beside you.

Your fiancé takes a step back, admiring his “work”. He raises his eyebrows, smiling and waiting for you to say it.

You look at the snack.. back at him. This man.. You think to yourself. He's so stupid..

He clears his throat, gesturing with his hand to continue, still smiling.

“Oh right, forgive me. Thank you” He quickly shakes his head.

“The other thing” You squint your eyes at him.

“Thank you, my beloved husband..?” He shakes his head again.

“Not that.. I mean, I like it, but the other thing you said earlier.” You sigh in defeat, opening the bag of chips.

“You're serious? You want me to really, really call you that? Isn't it embarrassing?” He groans before walking towards you on the couch and sits down in front of you. His chin on top of your knee, arms wrapped around your legs.

“Please?” He pouts. POUTS. THIS GROWN ASS MAN-

“Ugh.. fine.” You reach your hand and pet his hair gently. “Good boy” You cringe but laugh shortly after when he licks your knee.

“EW! STOP!” The sound of your laughter and squirming away from him fills the room.

“Say it again” He laughs too, crawling on top and pushing you down on the couch, trappong you under his body weight.

“No” You try to sound serious, but fail miserably. “DON'T!” You squirm again, as he starts tickling you.

“PLEASEEE, SAY IT AGAIN” he laughs, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, hiding his OBVIOUS blush on his face.

“Maybe on our wedding night”

a/n: He couldn't wait till then.. sorry not sorry.

I love being delusional sm ꈍ◡ꈍ

edit:I wrote snake instead of snack..

[rrk-r]

𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

You saw this TikTok a while back so why not try it out with your husband.

“Baby, what'cha doing?” You ask. He sits down next to you on the couch, looking at the chocolate box, then back at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Hm? Nothing, just admiring this beauty-”

“aww”

“I meant the chocolate- OW!!? I was joking!! joking!!”

“So.. did you get the rules?” You ask, placing the phone, to record.

“I grab a chocolate, turn to the camera, and show where it's ‘poisonous’. If you kiss there, you lose. Right?”

“Yep, good thing you're not that dumb”. He turns to glare at you, but fails when he sees the cute, adorable grin on your face.

“You're safe.. for now”

“Okay, I'll close my eyes now,” You say, covering your face with your hands. “Don't forget to show it to the camera”. He grabs a piece, thinking for a second before dabbing it gently against his forehead.

“Okay, you can look”

“hmm..” You squint your eyes, your gaze tracing every feature. You press your lips together, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on his right cheek. Leaning back, you look at the camera then back at him.

“Mhm..” He hums, clearly enjoying the game…the kiss. “Safe”. He confirms, feeding you the chocolate.

“Okay, my turn.” You grab a piece, waiting for him to cover his eyes. Turning to the camera, you dab the chocolate piece once against the tip of your nose.

“Okay.. let me think..” He squints his eyes, leaning closer, concentrating.

“No need to calculate a whole formula,” You say, rolling your eyes. He grins, cupping your face and placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“HA! loser” You grin, eating the chocolate piece.

“What?? NO! YOU'RE JOKING!?” he groans, trying to pull you closer.

“nu uh.. you lost.”

“I forgot to ask what happens to the loser”

“No small spoon for the night” You can see it on his face, that he regrets even asking.

“FUCK NO?! you know I love it when I'm the small spoon…WHYYY?! DO YOU HATE YOUR GLORIOUS HUSBAND?”

“Last round” You close your eyes, while he points to the camera the poisonous area.

“If you get this right… I will be actually impressed” He taps your thigh once, gesturing you to look.

And you do look.. well.. something is clearly wrong.

“What did you do-?” You ask, squinting your eyes at him. He looks.. happy. Too happy after losing two seconds ago. He just shrugs, his smile almost reaching his eyes.. yeah. something is wrong. He glances at the camera then back at you, his eyes practically glittering in mischief. The same face he does when you tell him that tonight he will get lucky- oh.. OH?!.

You glance quickly at the camera, then down his lap-

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” You try to smack his arm but fail when he catches your wrist.

“nu uh.. you didn't kiss” He says, shortly, after clicking his tongue.

“I'M NOT GONNA KISS YOUR DIC-..” You cut yourself off, realizing the phone is still recording.

“But.. you did it last night-”

characters: Iwaizumi, Atsumu, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Suna, TSUKISHIMA, Yaku, Bokuto, Kuroo, Tendo, Sugawara, AKAASHI, LEV + your fav

a/n: As an apology, he had to be the big spoon for two days. And yes, he complained about it, but he’ll also find a way to pay you back...somehow.

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[rrk-r]

You were lying down, reading your book, before your peace got interrupted by your annoying sexy ass, husband.

“What'cha readinnn’?” He asks, lying down beside you, peeking over to see the words. You shift your book, biting your cheek, trying your best not to laugh. He squints his eyes at you, shifting even more but a word catches his eye. You glance at him, back at the book, trying not to sweat too much.

“ooOh, it's THAT type of book, huh?” He smiles innocently, but his intentions are anything but.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You dismiss him quickly.. too quickly. He catches the small smirk that is forming on your lips, but decides to ignore it.. for now.

“You're right.. I'm sooo foolish, hm?”

He wraps his arms around your waist, sliding you down on the bed so you're pinned fully under him. He pokes his head over the book, gesturing to you to continue.

“What are you doing?” You ask not looking up from your book, already used to his Sharigans at this point.

“Read it out loud,” He says, finally catching your gaze for a few seconds, before you look away.

“No, thanks”

“Why not?” He grins, already knowing why. He grabs you again, this time with more tenderness, sitting up and pulling you with him.

“cmon, pretty. Read me something” He insists, stroking your waist. He lets his head fall on your shoulder, you try to move away from his lap, but he won't budge. He chuckles at your groan: “At least let me read the guy's POV, okay?”

He loves this… loves doing whatever..this is.

“You're joking..”

“I'm not a comedian after all, am I?”

He looks at your book, his gaze following each word till he finds one for his liking.

“You're so tight, Amber-” He says, grinning as he adds a soft grunt after. "Keep going- ah~"

“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE” you gasp, half flustered, half impressed. “What do you think you're doing?” You close the book, harder than you should, and throw it on the other side of the bed.

Before you could say something again, his laugh filled the room, deep and loud. But you're already moving.. well.. trying to move away from him but fail.

“Let me gooo” You whine before you gasp in horror as he lunges towards the book. “FUCK NO! DON'T YOU DARE-”

He is already standing up and running down the hall:

“Fuck, Amber~ I can't- Can't take it~” He whines, gasping after each word, so loud you think the neighbours heard it too.

Your footsteps echo through the house as you quickly jump to reach the book.

“No-no.. It's my turn to have fun,” He grins, holding up the book, just above your reach.

a/n: since then, he insisted in reading you at least one chapter, every night. Calling it quality time

[rrk-r]

You decided this morning to disturb this man's peace… again.

You hear the keys jiggle and see your husband drop his work bag.

“Missed me?” he asks, walking towards you to greet you ‘properly’.

“Of course,” you smile, wrapping your arms around him, his chin on your head, rocking you from left to right. “You smell like shit.” You try to push him away. He gasps, clutching your shirt like you're gonna disappear.

“My wife just called… called… caaaalled.. me shit” he pouts, not letting you move an inch.

“I didn't say that.. I said you should take a shower after working.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. He shakes his head, his arms around your head. “I can't- breathe-”. Your muffled laugh fills the room as you hear him groan.

“If I remember correctly, we vowed to never leave each other and I quote: ‘for better, for worse, in sickness and in health’” You can already imagine the grin on his face, but UNABLE to see, because of him literally.. headlocking you (gently).

“I don't remember saying through sweat tho,” You said, managing to get out of his grasp.

After 10 more minutes of clinging to you and ‘you don't even love me’, ‘go take that shower already..’, ‘so you hate me’, and so on.. He FINALLY gets into the shower.

You grin to yourself, sneaking in and placing your phone around the sink to record the shower curtain and the fog around it.

“Babe?! I'm going to the store, do you want something?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Buy me some protein bars.. My wallet is on the counter.. I think- wait no.. I think I left it in my bag. or-”

bla bla bla.. proper name.. place station...backstory stuff.

He stops talking the moment you get in the shower FULLY CLOTHED.

“um.. i- you..”

“So.. what do you want from the store?” you ask again. His cheeks flush red.. from the hot water!!! (cough.. cough)

“I said.. what did I say… um.. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”. He hates that smirk on your face, he HATES it. He hates it so soooo much he wants to-to.. KISS THOSE LIPS!!! Yes, because that's the solution! YES- no.. he can't let u win.. he's better than that, he can't just.. fold like that?! he has a reputation!!!

He comes back to earth at the sound of your voice:

“Admiring my husband, duh? And why are you blushing like a high schooler?” you say, checking him out. He gasps, covering... well.. You know.

You burst into laughter at the sight.

“Sorry to inform you but I think I've seen… every inch of you.. We did have se- HEY WAIT I HAVE CLOTHES ON” you gasp as he turns the shower head towards you.

“HAHAHA,” he laughs, “checkmate”, crossing his arms confidently before catching your gaze again. “HEY!! STOP LOOKING” He yells before his gaze drops to your chest, the wet white T-shirt not covering much.

“PERVERT!”

“YOU STARTED FIRST!?”

"WERE MARRIED"

"Oh..right- so..were gonna make out now?"

The phone recording is long forgotten by the sink.

a/n: someone got pregnant that night and it was not you. (yet)

[rrk-r]

You dared to do the unforgivable thing. Your selfish self... how could you? How could you betray him like that? Take away his precious cuddling time before bed. Did you look in the mirror this morning and decide to become evil? Because WHY would you hurt him like that?

You turn around and mutter a small “night” and “turn off the light when you're done”.He sits up so fast the bed cracks under him. He blinks.. once.. twice…

“Excuse you?” he asks, clearly offended. You can feel his eyes burning through your back.

“What?” you ask, nuzzling into the pillow. “I said good night”

“No.. I mean..Yeah, I heard that. But- who do you think you are? Where are the cuddles???”

“What cuddles?” you ask, fighting back a smile. He gasps so loudly that the sound fills the whole room.

“What do you mean, what cuddles? Love, are you mad at me?” he asks, concerned, moving closer to get a look at your face.

“What.. no.”

“So why not cuddle? It's part of our routine. I LITERALLY can't fall asleep otherwise” you hear his voice crack slightly at the end of the sentence.

“What routine?” you ask, playing dumb. He gasps again, like you offended his whole family, and his ripped and worn-out shirt, which is hanging around him for its dear life.

“Love.. Baby.. My angle.. MY WIFE" he clutches the hem of the collar. So dramatic.

“What do you mean by ‘what routine’.. You know, watch TikTok then watch that TV show series, scratching my back and letting me nuzzle into your neck while you tell me how much you love me?” he says in one breath, choking slightly from his phenomenal performance of declaring his love to you. “w

“I don't know what you're talking about”

“WHEN DID WE STOP LOVING EACH OTHER? WeIrD?!”

You can hear him pull out his phone, recording.

“Hello, guys,” he says to the camera. “Please help” he cries out. “I need your help.. I'm in an abusive relationship with my wife- she-”

You sit up so fast and smack his phone away, jaw on the floor. The audacity of this man.

“HELP?! SHE'S CUTTING AWAY MY CUDDLING RESOURCES, HELP?!” He tries to take his phone away, but fails miserably.

“What the fuck, baby?” You stop recording, looking at him in disappointment, hiding away your smile. He looks at your eyes, glossy, and his lower lip is trembling. You freeze. “HEY?! OH NO NO…CMON.. I'm SO SORRY,” you quickly pull him in a hug, rocking him left and right. He nuzzles into your neck, arms wrapping around your waist.

“Why did you do that? I thought you were being serious,” he mumbles against your skin.

“I'm so sorry.. so sorry, I will never do it-”

“You better” he cuts you off by biting your shoulder and body slamming you into the soft mattress.

“WHAT THE-”

“You think you're funny, huh? soooo smart, right?” he grins, wrapping you into the blanket. “I never knew I married such a comedian.. ha.. ha.” he rolls his eyes, sticking out his tongue before pulling you against his chest, your body trapped.

“I didn't know I married such a drama queen,” you tease back playfully, but regret it a moment later when he tickles, unable to move because of the blanket.

“What did you say, hm?” he asks.

“I said you're such a drama- HAHA STOP!! STOPP” you laugh, squirming in his arms. He stops at your request (GENTLEMAN) but squeezes you slightly, as a warning.

“Sorry.. I didn't hear you.. You were talking about how beautiful, gorgeous, smart, and tall your husband is?” he bites down on his lip, trying not to laugh at your squished cheeks from the blanket and pout.

“You won't let go of me only if I say it, won't you?” you ask, already knowing the answer. He nods quickly after, signaling you to say it.

You sigh defeated as you take a deep breath:

“I'm so sorry, my loving, caring, kind, funny, tall, handsome, kind, understanding husband. How could I hurt my loving, caring, kind, funny, tall, handsome, understanding spouse? I was so foolish for causing this distress for my loving, caring, kind, funny, tall, handsome, kind, understanding baby…"

At every word, every breath you take, at every roll of your eyes, and every smile that you couldn't hold back, his own grows, his dimples showing till it's a full grin. He kisses your cheek, your nose, your temple, the corner of your mouth when you finish your.. apology.

“Thank you, my funny, cute, adorable, beautiful, sexy, hot, always angry- OW?! Ahem.. where was I-Ah.. right..kind, gentle, caring, loving wife. I shall accept that beautiful expressed apology.”

a/n: I love dumb and pathetically in love men. ˃͈◡˂͈

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Since you and your high school sweetheart have been together, he knew that the awkwardness in posing for pictures it's.. something you deal with. Not because you don't know how.. no..no.. It's just the way he helps you with it.

Sitting inside the new cafe, the drink in front of you while he sits across, phone already in his hand:

“Oh my.. my fabulous wife, gosh your hair looks perfect”

“Beautiful, to the right, yes yes.. move your hand slightly, yes for the ring, okey now smile”

“look towards the window, oh fuck- how did I win you over.. I'm still wondering to this day”

“Okay, now look into the camera with those pretty eyes of yours.. NO, NOT YOUR BEDROOM EYES, THATS ONLY FOR ME-”

“My pretty wife.. smile for me”

“I think I'm gonna bust real quick- OW! sorry sorry..”

“can you wrap your lips around me like you do with that straw- OW!!? I KNOW we're in public.. so? can't I compliment my wife?... What do you mean this is excessive? Please.. I know better”

He never once counted down for you to pose, he just.. floods you with compliments and snaps the photo. When he really wants you to smile genuinely he just:

“I loveeeeeee love love loveeee youuuu” he swings in his seat from left to right, GIGGLING behind the phone. He knows it's so embarrassing, especially when you guys are in public. But for him.. your embarrassed smile is the cutest, most beautiful, must be protected smile on this planet.

Lets not talk about him commenting on each post, spamming either thirst comments or Shakespeare level love confessions. He even shared a post to his work group chat.

“Please like and comment on my wife's post, she's an absolute goddess. Thank you!” He needs the world to see the absolute beauty that you are, and if you even TRY to say anything negative he will just wrap you into a blanket and cry because WHY ARE YOU SAYING THAT ABOUT YOURSELF.

Your high school sweetheart might be the love of your life but he is also your professional photographer, number one hype man, handsome, caring, tall, gorgeous, rich, built, tall.. gentle, patient, kind, protective ..did I say tall? husband.

a/n: ha.. ha.. I was clearly NOT forced by someone to write the last paragraph.. haha.. no no, why'd you think that- I say as I'm being held at gunpoint and dragged back in the basement

[rrk-r]

Your husband is cooking in the kitchen as you walk in. He looks up from the pan and gestures to you to come closer to hold you. He wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your forehead:

"you look so beautiful" he mumbles, before he pats your hip guiding you to a chair. He talks about his work and the drama around it.

"baby.. if you make me laugh, we can have a baby" you grin.

silence.

He stops stirring the soup and turns around to look at you. But before he can even make a joke or say something you're already laughing:

"you're soooo funny" you slap your hand over the counter. Your laughter fills the room as he just.. well.. stares. He quickly composed himself, turning off the stove.

"that joke was HILARIOUSSS HAHAHAHA" you keep laughing.. for him to get the hint.

"I didn't even- oh." he squints his eyes then looks around to catch a glimpse of a phone, because he can't tell if you're joking or not.

"oh.. oooooh" he grins, walking towards you. "okay let's go"

"wait! WAIT" he picks you up and walks to the bathroom, giggling.

"did you just.. giggle?" you burst into laughter again as he throws you into bed, crawling on top of you.

"you know what else will jiggle- HEY, STOP TICKLING ME"

a/n: Two years later, he is waiting outside your workplace to pick you up with a mini version of both of you, in his arms.

[rrk-r]

“I love when beautiful girls have a little gay boyfriend” are the last words you hear before he throws you into bed and wraps you in a cocoon made from blankets.

You asked him two minutes ago to do a cute trend with you, in exchange you will be the big spoon for a week. He watched you press record and fix your clothes before clinging to him. He appreciated the gesture, wrapping an arm around your waist while nuzzling into your neck before he glared at the camera then back at you.

“What the fuck?”

You try to make up excuses while he... well... does his thing.

“It's just a trend.. cmon…”

“others did it too”

“Why are you so defensive”

“It's giving.. weak masculinity”

You shut up the moment he glares at you. He wraps his arms around your waist as you wiggle and squirm to break free.

He scoffs as he pulls out his phone, scrolling through it.

“Ah.. here it is,” he groans, the sound playing again in the background. “Is this what you like to do in your free time?” he asks, glaring at the phone. You wiggle again under him, trying to get him off. “Don't you dare”

“Or what?” you smirk, sticking out your tongue after. “You look cute when pissed off”. He snorts before he glares at you again, but his flushed red ears betray him.

“I'm not. And don't you dare post that video.”

“I will.”

“No, you won't.” He squeezes you slightly as a warning.

“Fine.. I won't”

“WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T POST IT?” he rushes into the living room, the next day, the audio playing in the background as he shoves his phone in your face.

“oops.. I think.. my finger.. slipped.. ha.. ha” but you're already on your feet, running through the house.

“YOU DESTROYED MY TOUGH GUY PERSONALITY” he cries, chasing you.

You got grounded by being the big spoon for two whole months. No exceptions.

[rrk-r]

Your best friend loves you.

No. Literally.

When someone asks him if he does, he NEVER denies it. You have known each other since childhood, and his affection for you only grew. He would cup your cheeks, pinch the soft skin between his fingers, and then baby talk in front of people. No shame. He doesn't know what shame means. No. He doesn't even act like himself. When you're around him, something inside does a little switch.

Your name would be brought up even when it has nothing to do with the conversation nor you being there in the first place.

“That spike was shit, she would have laughed by now”

“Oh! That cupcake looks like hers”

“She would pet that cat and bring it home”

“She hates that, ew..”

“Aww this is her favorite song”

“I think I'll text her again”

“I'm going to call her”

“What is she doing right now”

He would pull out his phone when the conversation starts being just slightly boring or if he hasn't said something about you for more than half an hour.

“This is her, and at her favorite restaurant,” he practically shoves the phone in front of the woman.

“Oh, here.. haha..I remember this, it's when she got bitten by a bee, she cried a lot. She looked so cute with her cheeks swollen.” he grins at the phone, before sliding down, an album filled with thousands of photos.

“This is her buying a dress, I suggested the color, and she said it looks like shit. He laughs to himself, the random lady on the bus nodding politely before shifting away from him every 2 minutes.

He would sit down on the floor, his chin on top of your knee as you sit on the sofa. Wrapping his arms around your leg when you're not giving him attention.

“Can I request a dose of attention? I'll pay”

“Do I deserve a smile? I've brought your favorite meal, yes? What do you mean, no?”

“These young adults.. ALWAYS on their phones,” he sighs before pulling out his own, looking through his favorite album, laughing or stealing glances from now and then.

And of course you don't mind. How could you? Not when a 6-foot or taller, athletic, and shredded man is LITERALLY at your feet begging for you to glance at him once.

Yeah, your best friend loves you more than a best friend should. But he is a patient man, he will wait till you realize that, and maybe he won't hold back from showing how much more he can actually love you.

a/n: is it ooc for some? yes. do I care? no. would they be down bad for you? yes.

I love men who yearn ˃ᵕ˂

[rrk-r]

Love watching you grow 💞💅🏻

AWWWWWW GIRLYYY💕💕💕 THANK YOUUU🫴💍 couldnt do it without your support

[rrk-r]

That one noisy husband prank from TikTok.

Your husband was chilling on the couch, a match rolling on the TV in the living room.

You smile to yourself, placing your phone, recording, somewhere hidden. You take his phone, turning your back on him talking loud enough for him to hear from the living room:

“WAIT WHAT?!? He did what?” you gasp loud enough to catch his attention. “You're joking.. you're joking, right?”

Silence.

“and?? What happened after? No, no, he did not. HE. DID. NOT”

“How could he?! Is he mentally stable?

“Exactly.. as you should.. and then what happened”

You hear his footsteps, poking his head out the door:

“Hey..hey, what happened?” he whispers, trying to grab your attention. You turn your head signaling him to shut up. He walks into the kitchen, sliding past the counter:

“Who? Baby..baby who? ” he asks, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to hear. You click your tongue, waving your hand for him to move away:

“NO FUCKING WAY?! AND HE JUST DID THAT IN PUBLIC” you cover your mouth, eyes wide, looking at him in horror.

He starts jumping. Literally, a small bunny hops from excitement. When you start pacing around the kitchen, he follows quickly, his hand gripping the hem of your shirt.. his shirt

“Who?? baby.. who?”

“Yeah, yeah, and you did what?... You did not just say that.. IN FRONT OF HIS PARENTS?”

He claps both hands over his mouth, his reaction mimicking yours.

“You told him... his father cheated on his mom.. WITH YOUR AUNT??”

His jaw hits the floor, gasping loudly, placing a hand on the counter to ground himself after hearing such bullshit.

He starts walking around you in circles, his chin in his hand, thinking and reacting to every gasp or nod that you make while listening.

“No way.. no way” you start slapping his arm to get his attention “THEY ARE NOW SIGNING THE DIVORCE PAPERS?!”

“WHAT? WHO?” he yells, grabbing your wrist to pull your phone away to see the name of the contact. To his surprise, well, to his horror, when he finally manages to take a glance at the phone in your hand, what he sees is only a black, unlocked screen.

He looks at you.. down to the phone then back to you again.

“wait.. what?”

Silence.

You try. You really try your best not to laugh, hitting your lip, covering your mouth, but your eyes give it away.

“NO YOU DID NOT. YOU DID NOT DO THAT SHIT OF A PRANK ON. ME. YOUR. PRECIOUS. HUSBAND,” he gasps in realization, covering his face with both of his hands, groaning loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

Your laugh fills the kitchen, loud.

He turns around in embarrassment.. he knew.. Of course, he knew that prank, he just saw it 2 days ago, but he never thought YOU would do such a thing.

What else he didn't think about is the idea of you POSTING his reaction on your account. The video blew up in an instant. Comments filled with either jokes and how a 6-foot or taller man with a physique that makes boys jealous and women drool over– to be so atrociously down bad for his cute wife, and some gossip.

[rrk-r]

You and your husband have been happily together for the past 2 years.

But the way he is lying so comfortably on the couch, reading, he looks peaceful, too peaceful for your liking.

You smirk at yourself, take your phone, and sit down beside him. He wraps his arm around your waist like he has done thousands of times, still focusing on the newspaper.

You turn your phone on, recording.

“This man is soooo hot,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear and glance at him for any reaction, but nothing.

You don't stop.

“Ugh.. look at his biceps.. the way I would-”

“Look at his jaw line.. is that even legal”

“Wish man were real”

You feel it. The slight twitch of his fingers around your waist and the grip around the paper. He doesn't look up. No. He's stronger than that. He won't just give in that easily, grab your phone to look at the man you've been literally thirsting over for the past 2 minutes. No. He is better than that. Instead, he will do what a grown, mature man does: glare at the newspaper like the ink did him wrong and pray that the man is not Michael B Jordan.

The cute and sweet, perfect wife you are, you don't stop. no-No-no

“I knew he was handsome but damn.. I wasn't expecting that.. I think he works out too.. look at those forearms, they would look so good around my neck-”

That's it.

He is patient. Yes.

He is understanding. Yes.

He helped you rearrange the living room at 2 am because you felt like it. Yes.

He paid for an expensive baking set when you impulsively decided that you would become the best baker in town and gave up after trying once. Yes.

But this. This is bullshit.

He knows what game you're playing. He knows you want a reaction from him. You've been doing that since dating in high school.

“Who,” he says, more like a statement than anything else. Trying to get a look at your phone.

“AhAh, you see.. he is well known actually.. saw him the other day at the grocery store.. I was almost drooling-”

He throws the newspaper across the room and grabs you by the waist and pins you to the couch.

“Wait- that tickles!!” you gasp for air, laughing.

“Who makes my wife fangirl like that, hm?” he asks more for himself as he grabs your phone.

“NO, WAIT-”

“Oh,” He looks at the screen, back to you, then again. His flushed face and tasselled hair reflected through the camera. You were talking about him… “You're so annoying,” he says but his ears turn bright red.

"I've told you he is hot”

“Next time just come and tell me, I do, and give me a kiss, m'kay?”

No.. that will not happen. He knows it too. The way you're grinning and giving him the ‘I won’ look tells him this won't be the last time you will do such thing. Maybe next time he will pay you back.. somehow.

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Imagine him acting like he hates you, but actually having a diary where he writes every single interaction and daydream about you.

The gym was quiet after practice.You stayed behind, helping clean up. His bag was tossed in the corner, half-open; You didn’t mean to kick it. You really didn’t. But one little nudge and..a notebook slid across the floor.

At first, you hesitated. You’d seen it before, stuffed deep in his bag, covered in scribbles. He was the type to glare daggers at anyone who breathed near it. Which, of course, made it so much worse that it was now sitting right in front of you, wide open to a page that said, in all caps, “SHE’S DRIVING ME CRAZY.”

DAY 5: “She sat across from me again. Pretended not to notice. I definitely didn’t keep looking up at her every thirty seconds. I didn’t. She probably thinks I’m weird. (She smiled at me when she caught me. She looks so pretty when she smiles..)

DAY 12: “She asked me to pass the volleyball during warmups. Said thanks and smiled. Why did it feel like she meant it? It’s just a ball. I don’t care. I don’t care.”

DAY 19: “She called me annoying today. I pretended it didn’t matter but I thought about it all practice. Annoying = noticed. So maybe it’s fine.”

DAY 24: “She caught me staring again…her eyes are so pretty..She didn’t say anything, just smirked.. WHY DID SHE SMIRK LIKE SHE KNOWS?? God, does she know?”

DAY 33: “She tied her shoelaces next to me. She didn’t have to sit that close. My hands felt sweaty. I told her to move. She laughed. I felt in heaven..that's what heaven sounds like..right? I think it does”

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to hold back a laugh.

DAY 41: “She called me out in front of the WHOLE DAMN team. Said I was sulking. I snapped at her.. I felt so bad. Why am I such a dork? I wanted to apologize, I really did..Instead, I thought about her voice and angry face for the rest of the night.I wish she would yell at me more..she looked so hot while doing so..Kill me.”

DAY 49: “She shared her water bottle with me. I stared at the rim after she gave it back like some lovesick idiot. I should burn this notebook.”

At this point, your cheeks were burning. This wasn’t just a crush, this was a full-blown spiral, and you were the star of every page.

DAY 55: “She leaned close during strategy talk, her hair brushing my arm. I couldn’t focus. Coach could have benched me forever and I wouldn’t have noticed.”

DAY 67: “She looked sad today. I almost asked if she was okay. Instead, I asked if she was going to cry about losing. I’m an idiot. I wanted to take it back the second it left my mouth.”

You slapped the notebook shut, face hot. You couldn’t decide if you were more shocked, amused, or about to melt into the floor. This ‘lover’ boy, who acted like he couldn’t even stand being in the same room as you, breathing the same air, had been writing down every single interaction like a lovesick diary girl.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Your stomach dropped.

You turned slowly. He froze the moment he saw the notebook.. his notebook..

“uh.. well you see-”

“No. No fucking way. Tell me you didn’t—”

“Read it?” you blurted. Then winced. “Okay but–”

“OH MY GOD.” He launched forward, practically tripping over his own feet, snatching for the notebook. “Give it back! That’s private! You can’t just–”

You yanked it out of his reach, heart hammering. “Private? You wrote a whole dissertation about my ponytail!”

He froze. Dead silent. And the tips of his ears flushed red.

You grinned. “Day 37, huh? She tied her hair up today, who gave her the right?” you mimicked, voice high and dramatic.

“Shut up!” he groaned, dragging both hands down his face. “I was–fuck..I wasn’t..”

“Oh, you WEREN’T writing essays about how you ‘hate how my laugh makes you feel lighter’?” you pressed, “You weren’t daydreaming about me in your secret little love diary?”

“It’s not a LOVE diary!” He practically combusted.

“It’s literally a love diary.”

“It’s– I..shut the fuck up! It's not.”

“If you ask me-”

“IT'S NOT., I think you need glasses or something.. or better ones”

He took the notebook back, holding it against his chest like his life depended on it, his grip on the pages almost painful.

“You could have..you know..confessed? like every other..human being? Might’ve saved you a whole notebook of tortured poetry.”

He glared at you, cheeks blazing. “I don’t like you.”

You arched a brow. “That’s funny, because according to Day 24, you really, really do.”

He groaned, pacing two sharp steps away before whipping back around. His hands went into his hair, tugging like he could physically tear the frustration out. Such a drama queen..

“You…god, you’re impossible,” he snapped. “You don’t shut up, you don’t let things go, and you always, always—”

“Always what?” You tilted your head, all innocence.

His chest felt heavier. His eyes burned into yours, wide and desperate, as if keeping his feelings in any longer would kill him.

“ALWAYS GET TO ME, OKAY?!”

His fists clenched, shaking. But he can't stop..not now.. “FINE! I LIKE YOU! I LIKE YOU SO MUCH IT MAKES ME FUCKING CRAZY! HAPPY NOW?!”

He looked wrecked, flushed, hair messy from how hard he was gripping it, chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted for hours. He stared at you, like the truth had slipped out before he could shove it back down, like he already regretted it; but oh, you knew..You knew he meant every. single. word.

“...Day 60 called it.” Slowly, you let a smile curl at your lips.

“I hate you. I seriously..” He groaned, covering his face with both hands

“No, you don’t.” You laughed, stepping forward and tugging his hands away

His eyes met yours then, dark and stormy and terrified and yearning all at once.

“…No. I don’t.”

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Haikyuu Characters and “7 Minutes in Heaven”

He sighed after the door was locked, tired of his teammates' antics. He side-eyed you, mumbling something like, “Sorry about them,” but the tips of his ears were red, and he kept fidgeting with his fingers. He was already plotting the funeral of his stupid friend and maybe the wedding and the size of your ring; if he got a date with you the next day, maybe his teammate would live.

TSUKISHIMA, Yaku, Daichi, Konoha, ARAN, Kita, Iwaizumi, SHIRABU

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He tried to hide in the corner, his face as red as a tomato, and he was almost passing out. He attempted to say something impressive to you, but it came out high-pitched, so he turned to face the wall, accepting his fate.

Yamaguchi, Asahi, Lev, GOSHIKI(?), Koganegawa

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He chuckled when he saw your flushed face, as if he wasn’t the one burning. He asked if you were okay and comfortable, being a gentleman. He kept checking his watch, reassuring you, and trying to find a topic to discuss, trying to distract you from his flushed face and slightly nervous tone in his voice.

Sugawara, ENNOSHITA, Kuroo, Akaashi, Kita, Aran, KOMORI, Iwa, Semi

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He attempted to flirt by whispering the cheesiest, most cliché pick-up line. When you didn’t laugh, cry, or seem impressed at all, his gaze fell to the floor, and he kept it there until the 7 minutes passed, regretting his choice of words, and perhaps his existence.

Kuroo, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Oikawa, Tendo, Matsukawa, HANAMAKI

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Just stared the whole time.

Sakusa, Kageyama, AONE, Osamu, KUMINI.

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Imagine him having a younger sibling, cousin, something like that and you regularly go and play with the said kid when the parents aren't home. Every time you go to their house he has to hide his obvious crush on you.

Suddenly he is sooo interested in watching a new Bluey episode. He sits down on the couch while you're busy entertaining the kid, explaining how well the dialogues are written and how they describe different struggles. (he used Google 2 minutes before coming down the stairs).

“Did you know the show's creator Joe Brumm was largely inspired by his own two daughters when he came up with the idea for the show, and he also drew inspiration from his childhood dog, who was named Bluey,” he states after almost dying to memorise the information.

“Wow.. that's a fun fact,” you say while brushing Barbie's hair.

“I know, right?”

“It's so fascinating how they can think all this, making a show for both kids and adults”

“You don't even watch Bluey with me-” the kid blurts out

“I SAID IT'S SO FASCINATING HOW THEY CAN-”

“Okay okay.. I get it, you're so fascinated”

“You don't like Bluey?” he asks, playing with the remote.

“nah.. I like Gumball more,” you say, dressing up the dolls.

“Yeah me too.. like Bluey is so, meh”

“You just said-”

“I said nothing”

Next week, when you come over, he has the most atrocious-looking Gumball T-shirt on.

Or that time when he asked for your number.

“Don't take it the wrong way, not like I need it. It's just.. accessible, you know? When mom and dad are busy, I can text you to come over and play with (kids name),” he shrugs, gripping the phone till his knuckles start turning white.

“Oh, yeah sure.” You grab his phone to type your number in

“Whatever, yeah. Okay. yes”

“Huh?”

“Yes. Whatever,” he grabs his phone back so quickly, you audibly gasp. His shoulders tense up and he turns around going up to his room before-

BAM.

“ow! shit- I mean-” he blurts, rubbing his forehead. You try to hold your laugh in, a big red angry mark forming after the contact between his forehead and the concrete wall.

“ptf- sorry.”

Or that time when he BEGGED his parents to let you come with them to the festival.

“(kids name) needs entertainment.”

“We will be there-”

“STILL. PLEASE LET HER JOIN” he holds his hands up in a prayer position.

“Why would you want-”

“He likes her,” the kid laughs, cereal in his mouth.

“I do. not.”

“Yes, you do”

“NO, I DON'T”

“YES”

“NO”

“YES”

“NO”

“NO”

“YES- GRRRAH you piece of shi-” he groans.

“I've told you,” the kid laughs, playing on the iPad while eating.

(his parents agreed)

He acted so ‘nonchalant’, so smug about everything, like he wasn't the one begging for you to come.

“Yeah, I've got you this,” he hands you the plushie. “The game was easy. You can have it, I guess.” HE SHRUGS AND WALKS AWAY TRIPPING ON HIS OWN FEET.

"must have been the wind.."

Now the photo booth. Part of his plan of course. His 32-step plan which he failed at least 2 times in the span of four days.

He was so nervous in the cabin. He suddenly was aware of how the clothes fit or how he could feel his sweat dripping down his forehead.

“You look constipated,” you say, grabbing an accessory from the box below the camera.

“I'm not. I go to the toilet quite regularly, thank you,” he says, trying to find a matching hat, like yours.

“I'm glad.. You do?” You laugh awkwardly.

3

2

1

‘pose’

“DATE ME” he blurts out at the same time the machine takes the photo. Your jaw hits the floor, eyes widen as you turn towards him.

“NO WAY YOU FINALLY DID IT?!” You grab his shoulders, rocking him back and forth.

“Wait, what?!”

“You made it so obvious,” you laugh, pressing the button to take another picture.

“How?”

3

2

1

‘pose’

“(kid's name) told me,” you say the moment the camera flashes. Now he's the one with the jaw on the floor, looking like someone did him wrong and his entire family. (well.. they did)

“THAT LITTLE-”

Kiss.

And another.

And another one.

“Never mind. I wasn't even THAT mad anyway,” he scratches the back of his neck, awkwardly. “Another kiss?”

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hi mootie! i’m not usually one to comment on peoples work, but i just wanted to express my appreciation for your work. it’s so cute, it genuinely makes me feel so giddy and want to kick my feet! you make me want to start writing myself (even though i hate writing), keep going i love your work so much! ;)

YOU'RE SO SWEET AND KIND😭😭 It motivates me to write more! And I'm so happy you like my work it makes me SO HAPPY DHEHEJJRJR 🤭🤭 and if you will start writing im here to support you!! SO GO FOR IT (if you want of course😖) thank you again💞💞