note — pls i panicked when i couldn’t find your ask but i remembered that you moved blogs so here you go @miwaizumi <3 i hope you enjoy + sorry this took so long!
i. iwaizumi hajime
“hey darling, could you get the sugar on the other side of the counter?”
you briefly glance at hajime, hearing the door click open, flashing a grin at him.
you see him freeze momentarily out of the corner of your eye, fumbling with his bag.
“yes- yes, okay.”
you turn your back to him, hearing his bag drop onto the floor and the creak of the cupboard door open.
he slides a jar in front of you, hurriedly stepping back.
you laugh, picking up said jar and twirling it around in your hands. “sweetheart, this is salt.”
“oh my god,” you can practically see him explode, burying his face in his palms. “that isn’t my fault!”
“yeah?” you grin widely at him. “whose is it then?”
“you- you can’t flash that smile at me and call me darling at the same time! it’s really not good for me!” oh, he’s so red.
“and- and sweetheart?! sweetheart?! i’m gonna go take a cold shower now.” he goes on, picking up his bag and walking away from you.
premise — your next-door neighbor doesn’t really get into the christmas spirit… except this time you’re doing anything and everything to try and get him to crack a santa pun
genre — flufffff
warnings — none
a/n — i haven’t written in so loooong this is getting me back into the mood <33 plus i recommend the song hot & cold by smtown (i love jeno) this is my piece for @sintomii ‘s ‘baby it’s cold outside’ collab event! ps i hate the pacing in this too trust me i know
AKAASHI KEIJI isn’t all that surprised when he opens his front door on christmas eve and finds himself staring at a pretty big basket full of bright, christmas-esque stuff he doesn’t have knowledge on. it’s practically tradition now for you to send out baskets or boxes or packets filled with christmas goodies every december 24th. ever since you moved in the house right next to his own, his life has been a bit more.... colorful might be the right word.
anyway, he picks the basket up and turns around to head back inside his abode, when a lively voice picks up his attention.
you wave at him, smiling widely, “howdy neighbour!”
but as soon as those two words came out of your mouth, your expression contorted into a grimace. “i’m never trying that again.”
but you soon perk up again, remembering the conversation you’d just started. “happy christmas eve, akaashi!”
he nods at you. “happy christmas eve.”
“so flat,” you sigh. quickly sending a wink down his way, you add, “it’s part of your charm though.”
akaashi chuckles lightly. “you think i’m flat? as in–”
“yeah, yeah.”
come to think of it, it’s been a while since you’ve had a proper conversation with the dark-haired man. the last time that had happened was maybe two weeks ago, during the early days of the month of december. the situation had been similar to this, the two of you standing in front of your doors, talking about plans for the holidays.
“oh, how was your visit back home?” you ask him, placing both your hands inside the pockets of the fleece jacket you were wearing.
he shrugs, repositioning the basket he’d been holding for the past minute or so. “it was fine. i hung out with my friends and family,” akaashi smiles. “what about you, did you end up going anywhere?”
you shake your head. “nope, i pretty much stayed inside the house all month long.”
he laughs. “damn. if i’d known that, i would have come back a day early to take you out.”
“i know, right? it was–” huh. what did he say?
“yeah. do you prefer baking cookies over marathoning movies? or is it the other way around?” he says, so casually.
you gawk. “huh?”
somehow, akaashi keiji, the akaashi keiji, is now only inches away from you, and you don’t know how that happened.
he reaches under your chin and gently moves your jaw shut with his hand. “you better not leave your mouth open, the flies may come in.”
he grimaces. “i can’t believe i just said that.”
you blink and shake your head. “i can’t believe anything you said just now.”
“believe it or not, i’m expecting a text later tonight.” he grins. “or maybe a rejection.”
“now why would i reject you on christmas eve? out of the goodness of my own heart i humbly accept your offer.” you smile widely. “favorite movie’s the grinch, by the way.”
The character I'd like is Suna Rintarou (bcuz I love him) and the love language I'd like to receive would be Words if Affirmation and mine is Touching (idk what that's called sorry)
I'm an INFP
Also I live you and you at enough! Have a wonderful day/night
note — hi hi mel!! thank u for sending this in hope you enjoy + tagging your new account! @melianlmfao
i. suna rintarou
“what is this?”
you blink repeatedly, a bewildered expression painted on your face.
suna chuckles softly, raising a brow. “don’t look so surprised. it hurts my feelings.”
a sleek, silver tray is thrusted to you, laden with an omelette and a cup of steaming tea. mind you, your head was still in the process of clearing up, after having only woken up a few minutes prior.
“i like this,” you grin, taking the tray from his hands, walking over towards the couch and setting the tray down on the coffee table. “what’s the occasion?”
suna shrugs. “nothin’. just felt like it.”
“you woke up early for this? usually i’d be the one shaking you awake on the verge of pouring a bucket of water on your head.” you laugh, taking a fork from a kitchen drawer.
suna smiles, albeit small. “how rude.”
you beckon him to come near you, and as he does so, you guide his head closer to your face and press a soft kiss onto his cheek.
“thanks, rin.”
“anytime, darling.” he says suavely, despite the red blooming onto his face.
premise — doubts are perfectly normal - you just needed a little reassurance
genre — hurt/comfort (ish) and fluff
warnings — none
a/n — can’t believe it took me this long to write for beloved akaashi keiji it’s a crime. i don’t know what this was but i kinda like it :> this was a spur of the moment impulse
i. akaashi keiji
“do you still love me?”
akaashi blinks in shock, and he turns around to meet your pensive expression.
he sighs in exhaustion, and gets up from his place in the couch, abandoning his unedited stack manuscripts.
he slowly walks over to your spot on the kitchen counter, and he takes a seat next to you. he drops his head on your shoulder gently.
“if i have to tell you, i really haven’t been doing my best.”
he leans further into you. “i’m sorry, my love.”
“hm?” you really didn’t get it. he hadn’t done anything necessarily wrong. so why was he apologizing?
“i’m sorry that you had to ask that. you shouldn’t have to. i’m really, really, sorry.” his voice is small.
you stayed silent, letting his words sink in slowly. that’s quite the weight being lifted off your shoulders. you chuckle. “i feel a lot better now.”
akaashi wraps his arms around you, before dropping them and laying his head on your lap. he reaches his hand out to pull you into a kiss, and you place your own hands on the sides of his head, guiding him away from the countertop. “careful, don’t hit your head.”
akaashi says i love you with his kisses. they feel so warm, even if you’re out in the cold, during the winter in the middle of the night. his kisses are always warm.
before he leans in closer to fill in the inch of space between you two, he whispers. “i love you.” he then closes the gap, catching you in surprise. nevertheless, you smiled into the kiss. “i love you too.”
koutarou internally screamed, his fists twitching in agony. he knows he shouldn’t. he always does. but how can he say no to those eyes. those eyes that mirror his, the ones that he sees every single day.
he thinks, ‘is this what akaashi had to put up with in highschool?’
yeah, it was. but the raven-haired man was a lot better at self-control back then. koutarou, on the other hand, was slowly feeling his resolve crumble.
he had promised you that he would try to say no today, and he is intent on keeping that promise. he knows you are currently listening behind the door of his and your daughter’s room, and he really wants to succeed.
“okay! okay, listen here — i’ll….” his expression constricts at his daughter’s intensified puppy eyes. god, it’s like she’s staring into his soul! “…i’ll… think about it.”
he quickly exits the room, shutting the door behind him and turning to you with panicked eyes.
you crossed your arms, shooting a lighthearted glare directed towards your husband. “you folded like a lawn chair, kou.”
“i’m sorry!” koutarou wrapped his muscle-clad arms around you, shedding imaginary crocodile tears. “but he’s got my eyes and your smile! that combination is not good for my heart!”
you sigh jokingly, turning around and walking towards the living room. you heard footsteps follow you, and your husband’s heavy arms wrapped themselves around your shoulders, along with his chin resting on the top of your head.
“what if she hates me when i say no? she might never talk to me again!” he claims, pulling you down onto his lap, with him seated on the couch.
you laugh, leaning back into his chest. “you’re exaggerating, kou. our daughter loves you more than you think.”
a/n — i had this exact thought a week ago during a shower then i forget about it 🧍♀️ but now it’s back so i’m writing it go me
i. oikawa tooru
oikawa tooru watches old videos and tapes of all his old volleyball games.
“tooru, are you watching those again?” your voice startled the man, and he turned around, his eyes meeting yours.
he laughed bashfully, beckoning you to join him on the sofa. you did so, dropping down next to him and landing your gaze on the bright screen of your husband’s laptop.
“they’re really funny,” the chocolate brown haired man reasoned, greeting you with a kiss to the forehead. “and good morning to you.”
he leaned closer to the coffee table, hitting the space button and the video displayed on the screen began to play.
“oh my god there are more close-ups.” you chuckled, looking at the familiar boy in the frame.
tooru cackled, eagerly pointing at the screen. “i was so baby-faced! look at baby me!”
“you were seventeen, tooru.” you raised an eyebrow at him.
he playfully sighed, leaning in closer to your side, eyes still fixed on the volleyball match. “was i? i look much, much better now.”
“yeah, you do. you’re a very accomplished volleyball player now, aren’t you? and…?”
“i’m your husband?” he offered, smiling.
you threw your head back, laughing. “sure, tooru. yes you are.”
ii. kuroo tetsurou
kuroo tetsurou searches up random facts on the internet and is either traumatized or full on “i gotta try that.”
“what.”
“what?”
you rested your chin on your husband’s shoulder, repeating the word.
you had just gotten out of the shower when maniacal cackling reverberated around the apartment, and you ran over to the main room to see kuroo, hunched over on the stool at the kitchen counter, both hands supporting his head.
the cackling stopped as soon as he clicked on his mouse, quickly reading the sentence and then staring in horror.
that brought you to where you are now, next to him, also reading said sentence.
kuroo blinked in shock, turning his head to you and a slow smile began to take over his face. you realized what he was thinking about and you shook your head vigorously, hurriedly reaching for his phone and keeping it out of your husband’s sight.
“kuroo tetsurou.”
“yes, darling?”
“oh — stop batting your eyelashes like that. no.”
“but this is a very shocking fact and i need to know if it’s true!”
“i forbid contact with bokuto for a whole three days.”
“but — google says you can light farts on fire! that has to be untrue!”
a/n — hbd daichi we love you 💪 i also originally wanted to add bokuto and oikawa but i ended up writing a lot more than i expected haha-
i. sawamura daichi
super chill. cool, calm, definitely not panicking internally.
yes that’s a lie he’s panicking internally.
he was hanging out with suga and asahi, and it was pretty normal, at first. he wasn’t paying attention at all to what the two were saying.
suga goes, “daichi, confess to [y/n] tomorrow.”
he just nods, absolutely unaware of the hole he just dug himself in.
asahi watches across from them, having a moral crisis.
whispering, suga adds, “no take backs, alright?”
“mhm.” daichi mumbled out, but then paused his scrolling, looking up at suga. “wait — what did i agree to?”
suga grins mischievously, and he mimics the motion of zipping up his lip, shrugging.
daichi sighs, turning to asahi instead. no that won’t do asahi is still sweating, debating whether or not telling daichi would be a good idea. the karasuno volleyball team captain is done at this point, sighing again and just leans back on his chair, muttering out, “oh it can’t be that bad.”
oh no no no. it was very bad. he should have paid attention to suga and asahi before. he and asahi were about to leave suga’s house, and as he turns away from the door to walk back to his, suga calls out, “you agreed to confessing to [y/n] tomorrow! and you promised to no take backs!”
for a moment he just stands there, horrified. he turns to his left side, expecting to see asahi, but all he saw was the silhouette of his friend, running off into the distance.
“fine. fine.” daichi calms himself down, reassuring himself. “it’s about time. it’s been two years, daichi. you can do this. thank you, suga, you were the push i needed.” no, his anxiety levels were spiking up.
daichi did not get much sleep that night. he got a bare minimum of four hours. it was alright, he was certain he could do this.
suga met him at the gate the next day, looking bashful. “you don’t have to do it, daichi—sorry about pressuring it—“
“no, no, you’re right. if i don’t confess to [y/n] as fast as possible i wouldn’t be able to do it later on. i just hope i won’t embarrass myself in front of them.” he waved it off, beckoning for suga to follow him further into the school yard.
they heard a very, very, loud and very, very, fake cough. turning around in horror, their eyes met yours. your eyes widened, gaping in surprise.
daichi looked like he went through the five stages of grief and prominently reddened, covering his face with his hand. suga also promptly left, yelling out a quick ‘goodluck’ before sprinting out of sight.
“i- um- i’m sorry you had to hear that- you can forget i ever said that-“ he stammered, backing a few steps away.
you regained composure, cocking an eyebrow and stepped closer to him. “what if i said i don’t want to?”
hello res! congrats on ur milestone once again darling, and as for your event, may i join please if you don't mind? :>
character : kageyama tobio, preferred pronouns : she / her, love language (receive) : quality of time! | (give) : also quality of time + a little bit of physical touch <3, mbti : infj-t!
tyvm luvly, feel free to turn down this ask if ur not interested, have a nice day / night! <33
note — hi bam!! sorry this is so late </3 i hope you enjoy, and thank you so much!!
i. kageyama tobio
kageyama wakes up, like any other day, except that it isn’t like any other day. he hears you cough and sniffle, and he speeds over to you, already sprawled over on the couch, blowing your nose.
“are you- are you sick?”
you nod, and his eyes scream panic.
that was ten minutes ago.
now, he stares desperately at his phone, shaking it when silence ensued. “ennoshita-san, this is not a joke-“
“kageyama, i am a physical therapist- i’m not a doctor!” ennoshita retorts, blinking disappointedly at the man on the other side of the phone call.
“you are though!”
“don’t you know how to handle colds?”
“no??”
“i’m hanging up.”
true to his word, ennoshita did hang up, leaving kageyama resourceless and helpless.
you giggle, and soon, that turned into melodious laughter, filling your boyfriend’s ears. he relaxes his tense shoulders, hesitantly asking you, “do you- do you need anything?”
“hm,” you tap your chin mischievously. “some hot tea sounds pretty good. and i’d ask for cuddles, but then you’d get sick too.”
“mhm.” kageyama looked like he agreed with that, but two seconds later he was leaning into your side, eyes intently fixed on the television.
“whatever happened to ‘mhm’?” you laugh again, turning away from him to cough.
he shudders and presses a quick kiss to your temple. “iwaizumi-san’s been in a foul mood this week. it’s a better pro compared to the cons.”
you chuckle, carding your fingers through his hair.
