IMAGINE THE DAY OF YOUR WEDDING, your nerves are through the roof and your bridesmaids are trying their very best to calm them. every suggested method-- immediately shut down by a very frustrated and on-the-verge-of-a-mental-breakdown-bride. no amount of breathing exercises, ice packs, glasses of wine, or whatever the fuck helped.
how could they when nothing was going as planned? the photographer that you had booked months in advance cancelled last minute, on the way inside the building the wedding cake designers’ assistant tripped and dropped the expensive wedding cake your parents paid for, everyone was bombarding you with questions you didn’t have the answer to, the room was hot as balls and for gods sake you couldn’t-
“breathe, y/n. do the exercises we talked about.” your maid of honor says comfortingly to your reflection in the vanity where you perch.
“you look beautiful. everything will work out. just breathe. in and out. out and in.” she squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. for the fifth time, you obey her advice.
and for the fifth time, it doesn’t work. of course it doesn’t. you knew what, who, you needed— to calm you down. your bridesmaids did too.
you could feel a lump crawling its way up your throat and place a shaking hand over your belly. has it always been this hot in here? has this dress always felt this tight? you snatch your phone from the vanity dresser.
4:30 PM
27 MISSED CALLS.
thirty minutes before you were set to walk down the aisle and all 27 from your mother and mother-in-law combined. you stand, a little too quickly one might add-- and the room begins to spin. Hands reach out to grab you.
you shake them off and stumble your way to the door. your bridesmaids stand in unison. the maid of honor inches towards you wearily.
“y/n. please, it's bad luck if the groom sees his bride before the wedding.”
“and how much bad luck do you think it’d be if the bride jumped from the goddamn balcony?” you hiss, slamming the door in their aghast faces.
fuck. that was completely unlike you. you’d have to apologize to them later. but now, you needed to see him. your heart began to beat faster. louder. you could feel tears threatening to spill. his number was saved on speed dial and he picked up on the first ring.
“y/n?” his husky voice thick with concern was like music to your ears.
you clutched your chest tightly. “i need to see you right now please.”
“meet me at the gazebo.”
∞
he beat you there, of course, knowing him— he probably ran. the slight heaving of his chest and shoulders was of plenty enough indicator. the clack of your heels alerts him of your presence. when he turns, it seems as if the world slows. you don’t think you’d be able to formulate a sentence without choking up. so you two say nothing.
there you two stand, with nothing else in the world mattering but each other. all you can muster is a smile from ear to ear that he reciprocates and the strength to fight back sobs. for a few beats, he cannot find the words that were nearly applicable enough to describe your beauty in this moment.
and unsurprisingly, it’s him who cries first.
you break your intensive stare, exclaiming, “don’t cry! fuck! now i’m gonna-,” its as if the ball in your throat bursts. one second you were fighting to keep your composure and the next, well composure be damned.
his body slammed into yours as he pulled you in a damn near rib shattering hug filled with nothing but love as you wail into his arms.
“how can i not?” he starts through sniffles. “i’m marrying the woman i’ve loved for damn near a decade and you look-”
“don’t say beautiful,” you choke out.
“divine. alluring. stunning. lovely. radiant. exquisite. shall i go on?” he drawls, without skipping a beat.
“don’t let me stop you.” you joke, sharing a laugh. and perhaps its the nerves, or the wine and champagne or the fact that your wedding day was going to shit; you couldn’t help but laugh harder. confused, your fiancee laughs at your state. perhaps contagious, you both double over, shaking with laughter. wheezing, together you collapse on the wooden planks until your laughter dies down.
“what are we doing?” you say through an exhale of breath as you push yourself up against rails of the gazebo. your fiancé follows suit.
“getting married?” he says, serious.
you lightly punch his arm. “well duh. but why all of… this? this isn’t we wanted. or how we wanted it to go. we always talked about something simple and private.” you say, referring to the wedding guests.
“you’re right, its what our mothers wanted.”
“i don’t even like half of the people in there.”
“at least your mom didn’t invite your primary school bully.”
“she invited all four of them actually.”
“jesus.” he comments, scoffing.
a beat.
your groom takes your hand in his, squeezing lightly. “d’you wanna leave?”
you smile. “that’s the best fucking idea i’ve heard all day.” you exclaim. locking eyes with you, you grab his face into your hands and kiss him passionately. a kiss so fervent, you lose your breath. this man before you was your husband. till death do you part.
a hand placed gently on your back as he leads you around the floor. guiding you into a small spin, he catches you, your back to his chest, and presses soft kisses on your neck. "i love you," he breathes against your skin, making you shiver in delight. you turn around and throw your arms around his neck with a laugh. your lips are parted and your eyes linger a little too long on his mouth, but before you could lean in to kiss him, he kisses you first
post-notes: THIS FEELS REALLY INTIMATE I'M SORRY- but this could apply to literally anyone, these were just the ones i thought of first lol
a/n: attempt no. ??? at trying to write something nice (and get writing motivation bc collabs) lol but can you tell that i'm heavily touch starved rn?? :3
♤ wc: 485
♤ a/n: i was told to write for suna so here is suna :3 also it is his bday so happy (belated) bday suna! ALSO ALSO DLKFJWOEIRJDSLF ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE
♤ tw/cw: food, mentions of food, pet names
lounging on the couch, you were scrolling through your feed on instagram. the bedroom door just a little away opened and suna poked his head out before walking out to come sit next to you.
"so..." he said, glancing at you, "please tell me we aren't eating takeout again."
"what's wrong with takeout?" you replied, not even bothering to look up from your phone.
"nothing's wrong with takeout, "suna said, trying to choose his next words carefully, "but i do miss your food, y/n..."
he was so tired of takeout.
"rin, i have never even cooked for you before."
suna sighed, "babe, that was the point. in the months that we've been together, not once have i ever had your food. c'monnn, babyyy, i wanna try your food. y'know what day today is, right?"
you swiped down on your phone, checking the date before answering. "it's tuesday, what about it?"
he blinked, "oh... no reason, was just gonna say it's 'you should cook for me today' day."
you looked up, mid-scroll, raising an eyebrow before rolling your eyes and looking back down at your phone, "cooking takes too much time and effort. it's easier to just eat out instead. i told you this before."
he nodded and you both sat there in silence, you occasionally scrolling while he watched you. after a couple of minutes, suna pat your knee, "hey, i think i'm gonna head out, maybe do some shopping. you wanna come with?"
you shook your head, "no, i'll just stay here. be safe."
"oh... okay... well, do you need anything?"
"nope, thanks though."
"alright."
it was when suna closed the door behind him, and after you checked that he had actually left, that you let out the breath you were holding. quickly, you opened your phone to make some calls and rushed to set up before he would return.
minutes later, the doorbell rang and you opened the door to two familiar faces. "hey! you guys made it!"
"of course we did," one of them said, "wouldn't miss his birthday for the world!"
while the other said, "'tsumu, the cake."
"oh, right, here ya go. 'samu made it 'imself of course."
you grinned, "thanks guys."
some time later, you hear keys jangling as the door is being unlocked. you smile to yourself with anticipation. suna's eyes widened with surprise as he walked in, setting his keys down on the counter before being greeted by old teammates.
"y/n here had this surprise planned for weeks!" atsumu laughed, while osamu added an "i made that cake for you by the way."
"i thought you actually forgot..." he whispered, turning to you, "i'm sorry."
"there's no way i'd forget, rin. i'm sorry to have kept this from you. but happy birthday, my love," you smiled as he took you in for a hug, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.
"...thank you."
tagging: @sunascupid bc i know they aren't active rn and i really want them to see this alksdfjawieorlksdf (but i'm sorry for the tag ;-;) - edit: new blog new blog new blog
♤ a/n: thought i should throw in something short and sweet so here we are. cliché? probably, but oh well, sorry ab that - written with an average height in mind (5'4"-5'9"/163-176.5 cm)
and thank you @bontens-sweetheart for helping me with this :3 oh and @sunkeiji even though i ended up scrapping the handpole idea falskdjfaowerjslfj
hands cupping your face and lifting your head so you could look at him, he smiles when your eyelids flutter shut and lips part ever so slightly. he leans in close enough to feel your breath tickle his nose before his lips softly brush against yours. again and again and again, because he wants each kiss to tell you how much he loves you.
pulling him in by the collar of his shirt, you reach up and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "i think you missed," he says with a smirk and puts a hand on your hip before closing in to kiss you on the lips, the other hand sliding up your back and to your neck to support your head as he makes it last even longer, leaving you absolutely breathless.
arms wrapped casually around your waist, he holds you to his chest, turning his head occasionally to press a kiss to your forehead before resting his head on yours again. but it's when he feels you squirm a little in his arms that he moves a hand to your chin, using his finger to tilt your head up to kiss you, long and slow, on the lips. "is this what you wanted?" he asks, whispering in your ear when he finally pulls away.
♤ for @igumie's "a letter for you" collab!
♤ wc: 837
♤ a/n: secret dating w y/n? secret dating w y/n. (for plot purposes, please pretend they're in the states </3) ANYWAYS HAPPY V-DAY Y'ALL <3
♤ tw/cw: mention of food, extraneous character (not to be confused w the reader!), pet names used
"hey, that looks pretty cute, don'tcha think?" kuroo said, glancing at the box of chocolates on display in the store. kenma, who was following close behind, looked up from his phone and his eyes flickered from the box back to his best friend. you peeked from behind him to also look at them, eyes shining.
"...kuro, you've got to be kidding," he deadpanned, "who would you even give that to?"
"hey! i have... i have someone..." he murmured the last words, huffing out a sigh. "but more importantly! you're in the same boat as me! you can't go on saying things like that!" kuroo whined, "jeez, kenmaaa, you're so mean to me! y/nnn, tell him to stop being so mean to me!"
you fought back a giggle as kenma rolled his eyes and said, "you're literally older than me. please act like it, mr. kuroo."
there was a gasp as kuroo took a hand off the bar to clutch at his heart, "you wound me, kenma. i can't believe we're still friends."
"yeah, yeah," kenma said, stealing another glance at the heart shaped box of chocolates. he made a mental note to come back later to buy one, preferably alone.
"um, excuse me!" both kuroo and kenma turned around at the voice, while you were still gazing at the chocolate box. before them, stood a girl flushed in the face. her phone was held tightly in her hand at her side. her eyes bounced from kuroo's to kenma's and back to kuroo's. "if you don't mind... could i have your number? you're totally my type and-"
your head jerked up only to bow slightly in relief as you sighed, seeing that she was in fact not talking to kenma.
"oh! um yeah, that's cool. here, let me see your phone?"
she nodded, handing kuroo her phone, and watched with anticipation as he quickly typed in his number before returning it to her. her eyes widened with excitement, "thank you, uh..."
"tetsurou. the name is tetsurou," he said, flashing a smile.
"right, tetsurou," the name rolled smoothly off her tongue, causing him to blush lightly. "i'll text you later tonight!" she waved as she hurried away.
kuroo waved back and turned to you and kenma, grinning, "guess i have someone to give valentine's chocolates to now, huh?"
"ohhhh, that's our man, kuroo!" you squealed, hyping him up further, but kenma just smiled dryly.
"congratulations. on a first name basis now though, are we?"
"sh- shut up..."
whether she understood what had happened or not, she didn't show it, but kuroo seemed very happy so kenma said nothing else, a small smile on his face. his phone vibrated, alerting him of a notification that made his smile wider.
y/n: can we go home to cuddle already? ;-; ✓✓
kenma: i'm sorry, love... just a few more minutes, okay? ✓✓
y/n: okay :( ✓✓
"hey," kuroo said, head cocked to the side, "why're you smiling at your phone?"
"huh?"
"you're smiling... at your phone..."
"am not."
"are too."
"am not..."
"but you are. y/n, right? he's totally smiling right now, right?"
"kuroo tetsurou, no i am not. and don't bring y/n into this."
kuroo raised his hands in surrender, "okay, okay. but you were..."
kenma threw his hands up in the air, grumbling, and walked faster, passing kuroo and the cart. he returned only to throw a box of chocolates into the cart and another one, but placing it gently next to the one prior. "there, one for your girlfriend, and one for me."
"hey, why'd you have to thro- wait, one for you?"
"yeah, what about it?"
"nothing! just... that's suspicious..."
"that's weird," you finished for him with a grin on your face.
kuroo turned to you, "ayeeee, you get it!"
you laughed, bumping fists with him, "of course!"
kenma sighed, "...kuro, i thought we were here to get things for your housewarming party tomorrow."
"oh, right, right! okay, let's see here..."
after about a half hour, you all finally went through the checkout counter and were heading to the car to drop kuroo off at his apartment. as kuroo was loading his groceries into the car, kenma pulled you aside and pressed a quick kiss to your temple, smiling as you hissed his name in protest.
it wasn't until another half hour later that kuroo had been successfully (and safely) dropped off and now it was just the two of you in kenma's car. kenma reached a hand over to rest on your thigh. "finally alone..." he muttered. you put a hand on his, interlocking your fingers, and laughed, "yeah."
at the red light, kenma moved his hand from your thigh to dig around behind him. he was looking for the chocolate box he bought. after a few more seconds of rummaging, his hand finally found it. he handed it to you, a soft smile on his face, "be my valentine?"
you took the box gratefully, pulling him in for a small kiss, "of course."
post-notes: i love dramatic kuroo, okay? please don't come for me :,) AND I COULDN'T LET HIM BE ALONE ON V-DAY T-T (ALSO DON'T BE LIKE KENMA AND "Y/N", ALWAYS PAY ATTENTION TO THE ROAD! EVEN ON RED LIGHTS!!)
temp taglist: @kodzucafe @kodzukvn @ik8 @suniken (for my fellow kenma lovers :3) @kaimaara @sarose @cherry-ades @rumi-core (for helping me choose for that one scene alskdjfawoeirj) @p-ol (bc u said kenma on the vote thing, ofc i can't forget ab u)
head on your chest, he wraps his arms tighter around your waist, nuzzling into you and taking in your warmth. your hands are in his hair, gently scratching at his scalp as he lifts his head to look at you. he whines softly to get your attention, to which you can't help but smile as you lean down to meet him halfway and into a small kiss
matsukawa issei who cups your face in both of his hands to squish your cheeks together and get you to shut up because honestly "you’re talking too much sweetheart, your mouth might fall off."
or so he says.
he then pulls his hands away, laughing when your lips turn down in a scowl, and flicks your forehead. resting his head on his hand, he smiles and thinks that moments like these are his favorite because watching you get even angrier is just so cute.
and don’t even mention how wide your eyes get when he leans forward to get insanely close to you: foreheads touching and lips just millimeters apart. the only thing stopping him from pulling you closer and into that kiss is the fact that he’s relishing in how you look. he’s waiting and he makes sure you know it.
your fingers curl into a fist, clenching at your side, and of course he notices. nothing gets past the matsukawa issei. but he figures that he’ll humor you a little, see what you’d do.
lifting your chin with a finger, he leans in even closer - dangerously close in fact that if you flinch, your lips would meet and he would win.
“come on, babe,” he whispers huskily, letting a hand trail up your spine from your waist to hold the nape of your neck, “you don’t want a kiss?”
your eyelids flutter shut but your brows are furrowed. you can only do what you think is right: you follow your instinct.
you punch him.
a/n: uhhh @rinesei surprise?? :) first ever time writting for mattsun and it’s just for u
btw, mattsun is okay (ish), he'll admit that the punch did hurt but he thinks it was fair
a repost from my old writing blog - kodzukoi - w minor edits
♤ a/n: this was definitely, absolutely, and wholeheartedly inspired by tot (tears of themis) and other romantic scenes - this is also imo… lol so :)
(this is a repost from my old blog bc i moved blogs!) - kodzukoi - w minor edits
thank you @sscarchiyo, @chifemi, @bontens-sweetheart, @sunkeiji, @eitelle for all the ideas! y'all are the best <33333
if this changes your perception of me, i’m sorry laksdjfaoiweakdj
pulling you to him, a hand on your head as he holds you, and using his body to physically shield you from harm while checking to see if you’re okay - soft whispers of “you’re safe” or “i got you” or something like that to comfort you in your ear
letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder before turning and nuzzling into your neck, arms around your waist and breath tickling your skin - trailing kisses up to your jaw and finally your lips before returning his head back to your shoulder with a happy sigh
voice rumbling low in his throat as he grins, tilting his head to the side, “what’s wrong, baby? you don’t like what you see?” - he’s hot and he knows it and he’s playing with you because he so loves seeing you wide-eyed as you just stare at him (also, he’s wearing a really tight shirt)
♤ ATSUMU, matsukawa, KUROO, TERUSHIMA, lev, oikawa, suna
putting a hand on the small of your back and letting his fingers trail up and down your spine, smiling when you shudder slightly from the touch but move closer to him anyway, because he caught someone ogling at you and he’s going to show them that you’re his
