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Oh baby. Sweetie. Let me hug you and protect you from the world. What a muffin!

“Kageyama!” the reporter yelled for his attention, startling him enough to stop and blink before making his way over.

With strained politeness, he gave the camera a side-eye before looking back at the reporter, standing at a sensible distance. “Hi.”

“A fan on Twitter asked what you like doing for your cheat days, if you even have those?” she asked excitedly with a bright, practised grin. She held the microphone up to Kageyama’s face, which had morphed into something confused and slightly… angry?

“I would never cheat on my partner, there will be no cheat days,” he answered decisively, practically stomping his foot for emphasis and hands clutched into fists at his sides. “And I will not take any more questions of that nature.”

The reporter was left a little speechless, gaping at the athlete and stunned by the realisation that the misunderstanding had insulted the man she was tasked with interviewing. “I’m so sorry, that’s not-“

“It’s fine. But no more questions about my partner, please. We’re very happy together.”

The reporter took a deep breath, settling into a calmer smile and nodding in agreement. “The fans will be glad to hear that, Kageyama. How about the game today? Anything you feel went particularly well?”

Happy that the topic moved on, Kageyama answered like he usually would, completely unaware of how many times he would have to relive this misunderstanding in the future, from you showering him in kisses when he got home to his teammates sharing the clip in their group chat for laughs.

He might've been confused, but at least he had good intentions.

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Saw a post last year about how when writing romance, you’re basically flirting with yourself, and not a week goes by that I don’t think about that.

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What a week it’s been.

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How You Met

word count: 730 || avg. reading time: 2 mins.

pairing: Meian x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Certain things just started to feel different once you hit your 30s. Like the groan that came with a misguided jump from a swing or the running for a bus that left you panting for a little too long after having put off going to the gym for weeks or stumbling over the corner of a rug which you had sworn to yourself to never do until your 80s.

But one fine Saturday morning, when the weather was just cloudy enough for the sun not to bake you, you crawled to the very back of your wardrobe to rummage for your old roller skates, determined to bring some whimsy to your home office routine.

With a soft smile you watched the handful of people up and about, jogging or walking their dogs while you tied the roller skates on a bench, putting your sneakers into a backpack and fastening the clip of your helmet. With quite a bit of wobbling you got up. Here it goes!

When Meian rounded the corner and only saw a figure in front of him stumbling and diving headlong into a set of bushes, he sped up to a sprint. He fumbled with his earbuds and arrived just in time to hear a voice from the hydrangeas give a small, pitiful "ouch…".

A pair of stubby legs wiggled in an attempt to get up, so he asked, "Can I help you?"

The wiggling stopped as if the person in the bushes deflated.

"That's it. That's the last straw.", he heard through the leaves and a moment later a round face with a disheveled head of hair under an askew helmet peaked up through the stalks. "I feel like a tipped over turtle.", you chuckled miserably.

"Anything broken?"

"No, I don't think so - just my pride."

Meian suppressed a grin. "Then, allow me."

The man leaned down and held out his hand. You thought for a moment. You were too heavy for anyone to lift even just like this and didn't want to embarrass him and - most of all - yourself even further in having him try. But no matter how you attempted to sit up, you couldn't do it, so you reached for his hand. It took two tries as your backpack seemed to have snagged on a stray tree root but, eventually, he pulled you out. You were surprised when he didn't make a singular noise, no groan or huff or anything, his handsome face showing no sign of strain either. Once you were back on your feet you slipped a little on the wheels of the skates but he didn't let you go and pulled you closer so you could hold onto his arm. It took everything in you not to audibly gulp at his biceps.

"You okay?", he smiled.

When you nodded, your helmet shook back and forth and several pieces of foliage fell onto the ground.

"You uhm… you got a flower stuck in your helmet. I mean, it's pretty, it suits you, but should I maybe…?"

"Yes, please."

Still not letting you go, he reached out to pluck the purple hydrangea, and, after a moment's thought, held it out to you.

"Kinda feels like you've earned it."

You pursed your lips with a slight eye roll and took it, "Har har."

"I'm Shugo, by the way."

"First name?"

"Yeah, feels appropriate with how close we already are.", he shrugged and grinned.

"Y/n."

You let go of his arm and picked some more sticks and twigs from your shirt and pants, dusting yourself off.

"Thank you for saving me."

"Any time." He looked around and chewed the inside of his mouth before he said, "You know, since you've survived such a harrowing adventure-"

"The five meters from the bench to here, you mean?"

"A great harrowing adventure,", he continued unperturbed, "how about some breakfast. You know, to celebrate life."

With a click of your tongue you took a second to assess if he meant it or not, but Shugo already pointed a little down the path to a café that just set a menu sign in front of their door.

"You think you can make it?"

"Only one way to find out."

He offered you his arm again and you gratefully accepted.

"Please don't let me fall."

"Wouldn't dream of it." And he steadily pulled you along.

a/n: to the anon in my asks, I hope you enjoyed.

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"Y/n, do you have a minute?"

You looked up from your book, already alert. Your boyfriend never called you by your first name. A rush of adrenaline ran through your body, preparing yourself for him to confess to cheating or not loving you anymore, but you furrowed your brow when he pulled a handwritten letter from the pocket of his sweats and cleared his throat.

"Dearest y/n.", he began to read in a somber tone, "I do not know when our love shattered exactly. I wish I knew so I could have prevented it." He cleared his throat, getting choked up, "You always have been and always will be the love of my life. My softest, plushest, most precious little pillow."

"Are you okay?", you asked half concerned, half confused, but he held up a hand and continued.

"On this fateful Thursday, as our paths crossed while you were on your way from the kitchen and I came out of the bathroom, only clad in a towel, I was devasted to discover that our love has faded into nothingness."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

He tried to focus back on the letter but gave up and waved it accusingly in your direction.

"You didn't slap my ass!"

"Oh my god, babe, you gave me a heart attack, I thought it was something serious!"

"Excuse me? This is serious to me! I always slap your ass. - Because I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Sure doesn't feel like it…", he muttered, kicking an imaginary pebble away.

Biting back a laugh you put your book aside and got up.

"Turn around I'll do it right now."

"No…", he pouted, "You don't mean it now."

"How would you know?", you smirked, hoping a little cheesy eyebrow wiggling did the trick.

It did. His face lit up and he turned his butt towards you, jutting it out slightly and lifting the hem of his shirt for good measure so you'd have an easy target.

characters: Bokuto, Atsumu, Tendou, Nishinoya, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, lowkey Oikawa, Sugawara, Semi, Kuroo, Koganegawa, your dramatic fave

(It’s also giving Gojo and Rafayel, honestly…)

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Lovestruck

word count: 1150 || avg. reading time: 5 mins

pairing: post time-skip!Kita x chubby!Reader

genre: hallmark fluff

warnings: spoilers

There was nothing Kita did halfheartedly - not the volleyball club, even though he knew his star teammates outshone him by a mile, not his household duties, helping Yumi cook and clean, and definitely not when it came to love.

As he set up his first-ever stand at the farmer's market he figured, he'd have to be prepared for some harsh haggling or kids with sticky fingers pocketing a scorched rice treat while he wasn't paying attention, but he didn't expect to fall in love with the first woman he laid eyes on that morning.

Your booth had a bit of everything, from red-cheeked apples, to bundles of colorful carrots and eggs in varying shades of greens and browns. A cranky-looking cat, with fur scruffy from apparent old age, snoozed lazily under the gingham tablecloth.

When you caught his eyes and smiled, he felt a rush of adrenaline pump through him and quickly busied himself with stacking more bags of rice next to his display table, promptly hitting the top of his head on the underside as he got back up. With one eye squeezed shut, he rubbed the throbbing spot and looked over at you again, hoping you hadn't seen it. But judging by your shocked, scrunched-up face he had no such luck.

"Are you okay?", you mouthed and in that moment he knew there was no going back for him.

Throughout the morning hours, he tried to stay focused on his customers, but kept finding himself looking in your direction. Around lunch time he made it all but five minutes between one snuck glance and the next but jumped when a voice suddenly said, "That's some good-looking grain you got there." There you were. And he didn't know what to do. "How much for the bag?"

He named you his price, mouth slightly agape when he finished.

When you frowned at the number he was about to offer you the 10kg bag for free but you shook your head and said, "You're practically giving it away! You grew this yourself, right?"

He just nodded, mesmerized.

"Double it. The stingy ones are gonna haggle ya down to the original price, but the ones who value your work will want to pay.", you slid your hand into the pocket of your apron and pulled out a few bills, holding them out to him before tilting your head with the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen, "Like me.

"I can't accept that. It's too much."

You tutted at him and wagged your finger, "What did I just say?"

"At least let me…" He broke off because you already hoisted the bag over your shoulders and with a wink said, "I got it."

Breathtakingly beautiful, kind, and strong. Kita swallowed while he watched you lug the bag over to your little van and stow it away on the passenger seat. He thought about you being in his home, looking out the window with a cup of fresh peppermint tea with leaves from his garden. He'd come up behind you and melt against your soft round figure. He'd sway you in his arms from side to side to a song only you two heard in your heads and he'd set kisses on your neck. You'd probably laugh and shush him away. But how could he stay away from you when you tasted so sweet?

In his high school days, he had a front row seat to his friends and teammates flirting and dating, never really giving it much thought himself. Now, he wished he had paid attention so he would have a plan on how to ask you out. But you took matters into your own hands. As all vendors packed up for the day, you came over with a little basket, carrot greens forming a nest for some potatoes, and handfuls of small pink radishes. Some bundles of chives and parsley were tucked in safely behind an egg carton.

"Here.", you said, holding out the basket to him, "Since I'm pretty sure I still underpaid for that rice."

You didn't leave right away when he accepted the gift and he didn't understand how someone could just incapacitate him like that by simply standing there in an overall covered in embroidery.

"Alright then.", you said after a small pause, "I hope I'll see you around. Make sure to eat those eggs while they're still fresh."

He remained confused when you drove off in your van with a wave to him a minute or so later. Of course, he'd eat the eggs while they're still fresh. Why wouldn't he? His brow creased he opened the carton and blushed immediately, sucking in a deep breath. On the inside of the lid, you had written your name and your phone number.

Over the next two weeks, Kita finally understood how Suna could have always been so glued to his phone. If he wasn't actively tending to his next crops he checked for a new message from you, stopped digging in his garden mid-shovel when something buzzed in his pocket, and looked forward to wishing you a good morning before even having rubbed the sand from his eyes.

And soon after, the urge to see you again was so overwhelming that he knew he couldn't wait until the next market day. Taking the old bike he had often used to ride to school out of his shed, he made his way to your farm, figuring the wind and much slower mode of transportation would give him more time to think of an excuse as to why he suddenly showed up on your doorstep. While pondering he came to a field of wildflowers and hit the brakes, leaning his bicycle against a crooked plum tree before he began picking. And didn't stop. Every time he thought he was done, he saw another blossom that reminded him of you and another and another.

The basket on the back of his bike was quickly overflowing and even though he wished he could have brought you the whole meadow, he had to admit defeat eventually.

"Oh! Hi there.", you beamed when you opened the door and your eyes softened even further when you took a ginormous bouquet into both arms. "Uhm, thank you. I hope I have enough vases for these or… maybe a kiddie pool somewhere."

You buried your face in the flowers and took a deep breath.

"They're so lovely, thank you so much. - Do you maybe want to grab some lunch in town?"

"I'd love that.", he said quickly, making you laugh. You deposited the flowers in a little brook that gently bubbled along the side of your house and grabbed your own bike. When you stepped out of the garden gate you saw a trail of fallen wildflowers going all the way up to the bend where he must have come from.

No, Kita never did anything halfheartedly.

art: @samcheon_3000 on X

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your „about me“ says you’re currently watching GAKUEN BABYSITTERS !! I LOVE THIS ANIME SOOOOO MUCH 😭❤️ watched it when i was like 15 omg it has my heart and soul, it’s so adorable

Yes! When I tell you I bawled in episode one. I want to hug the main brothers so badly 😖 it lurked on my To Watch List for far too long.

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I was tagged by the ever lovely @stellar-headquarters to show off my 9 favorite f/os ^^

These are not in order (I just color-coordinated)

Tendou Satori (Haikyuu), Haruichi Izumo (Kaiju No.8), Hibino Kafka (Kaiju No.8)

Gemma (Pokemon), Loid Forger (SpyxFamily), Rika (Pokemon)

Nobunaga Oda (IkeSen), Soten Blue (Mr Villain’s Day Off), Shingen Takeda (IkeSen)

Show off your faves! Consider yourself tagged 🙂‍↕️

But also (no pressure): @megapteraurelia @kameyyy @joy-girl @mirkaaaluv @kentocalls @purpleqilinwrites @hellkaiserinphoenix

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So this is actually a personal attack.

"why did you stop writing your story!!! never stop writing!!!!!!!!!!!" well you see the character had to drive one mile to a new location and the sentence "she got into the car" was quite simply my undoing

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Thinking about Sakusa being forced to host MSBY after winning a big game. He would never admit it but what made him agree to it was you joining in making puppy dog eyes, your soft round cheeks only making it that much harder to resist. He had looked away to hide his blush as he nodded.

Now, Sakusa was actually waiting, pacing up and down the long hallway of his lavish penthouse, checking his Cartier watch every other minute until he jumped when the doorbell rang annoyingly long. Undoubtedly, Atsumu's or Bokuto's doing.

The first person he saw when he opened the door was you and he can't help but smile, even though it fell a moment later when Atsumu shoved an ungodly mountain of pizza cartons in his not-so-waiting hands.

"Nice home, Omi-kun!", Bokuto said as he kicked off his shoes and slid on his socks into the foyer, looking around with big eyes.

"I wasn't quite sure what to wear.", you confessed with a nervous chuckle as you smoothed out your hair in the big mirror next to the front door.

"Why? It's just us, isn't it?", Sakusa asked with a reassuring head tilt.

"Well yeah, but you don't seem like the type of guy who ever clashes with his interior."

He wished he didn't have the pizza cartons in his arms so he could have maybe patted your head in that infuriatingly intimate way that Meian always did. But the moment was broken already when the group shuffled further inside and he had to herd them to the left so they wouldn't wander off towards his bedroom.

Atsumu let out a low whistle once you reached the kitchen and dining area and spun on the spot, looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows and long, sturdy table Sakusa had set for them.

"Dang, I knew ya were rich but this is like… old money kinda rich. Why didn't ya invite us sooner?"

Sakusa scowled again and replied sarcastically, "I don't like to associate with new money trash."

He looked at you and his heart stumbled when you snorted at his remark. Maybe this wasn't gonna be that bad.

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Helloooo~

I just discovered your dating as a bet Mattsun series and I’m invested! Will there be any more parts to look forward to in the future? 👀

Heyo 🌟 I’m sorry, the series is concluded with part 4, but thank you! I’m glad you liked it ☺️

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Fake Dating [part 5]

word count: 1736 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Asahi x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, pining

warning: spoilers, quick mentions of body insecurity

request: fluffy-spicy, fake dating with crush

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

"Okay, about the kiss.", you said on the way back, "I was thinking we can do it after dinner and I'll signal you with a codeword."

"A codeword."

"Yeah. Didn't you ever pretend to be spies as a kid?"

"I think, I was more of a pirate boy."

Twisting a little in your seat, you leaned your shoulder against the window, making a show of looking at him squintily, "I see it. - We can totally make the codeword pirate-themed."

"How are you going to bring it up naturally in conversation, then?"

"I think you underestimate my skills there, kind sir."

"My apologies."

"You are forgiven. So. Hm.", you took a deep sigh in thought, "How about… ah, a classic. Ahoy?"

"How are you gonna use that casually after we already spent the whole meal with them?"

"You're right. That's more of a Goodbye thing.", you muttered.

Asahi grinned and turned on the long dirt road back to your house, slowing down ever so slightly so you would have more time to brainstorm.

"Booty would also be kinda hard to implement, I fear. - Shiver me timbers? Wait, no, I use that too frequently."

Asahi snorted.

"Oh! How about all hands on deck? I can say that when we've finished eating and are getting ready to clear the table or something."

With a solid plan in mind, you rolled into the driveway and began to unload the bounty.

It was quite the sight to watch Asahi expertly lug a large bag of charcoal off the bed of the truck onto the front porch, and you didn't even think twice before helping him pat off the soot from his shirt. Apparently, this appeased your mother, who grabbed a basket of veggies you brought and carried them inside with a smile.

"Shall we?", you asked under your breath and brushed your fingers against his, expecting him to blush again, but he all too readily laced his fingers with yours and used his free hand to lift the heavy cooler with all the BBQ goods.

Lunch was uneventful, and you were cautious about being too satisfied with how the dinner went on, but in your opinion, it couldn't have gone better. Asahi had helped your dad flip meat and fish, and veggies on the grill, making small talk over an ice-cold can of beer as if this was nothing but a normal Saturday. As your parents were talking about a vacation they were planning, you very naturally had picked up Asahi's hand off the table to play with his fingers just like you practiced, sure you must look like a cute couple comfortable with each other's touch. Everything was right with the world. Any minute now, you would give Asahi the signal.

Your dad drummed on his full belly with a happy sigh, "Alright, time to clean up. I'm sure those two want some alone time." He unnecessarily waved his hand at you and your fake boyfriend.

"That's right, you two go ahead, we'll finish up here.", your mom added cheerfully.

The perfect setup, you thought. "Oh, don't worry, mom, all hands on deck, right?"

You looked at Asahi. Asahi looked at you. And in that moment, you realized that in all your careful, brilliant, fool-proof planning, you never actually discussed who was supposed to be the kisser and who the kissee.

With wide eyes, you tried to silently communicate with him, awkwardly staying seated while your parents already busied themselves with stacking empty plates and platters, their movements quick and efficient from the years at the restaurant. Would they even notice a kiss anymore? Your mother probably would. You watched with a pounding heart as she scraped crumbs into a bowl.

"Well, babe, let's go!", you announced a little too loudly to get your parents' attention, and as you turned to kiss him, Asahi apparently thought that was a signal for him to kiss you. The moment seemed to last forever. You saw him coming towards you in slow-motion, but couldn't change course anymore - your parents would get suspicious. Asahi seemed to have a similar thought. With a slightly furrowed brow as if to say "what are you doing?" did he move closer.

Noticing your wavering, he reached out to steady you, brushing his thumb over your jaw while the rest of his hand securely cradled the side of your neck. He didn't have time to overthink it and just went for it. The kiss wasn't long or deep, probably nothing more than a swift peck, really, but the soft heat of your lips still burned on his until getting ready for bed.

He was needlessly plumping up his pillow when you returned from the bathroom, looking invitingly comfortable in your pyjamas. If you were his, he would have lain you on his futon to kiss and admire you. His lips were tingling again.

"Sooo…", you began and awkwardly bounced back and forth on the balls of your feet, "That went well."

"I agree.", he nodded.

"Maybe I should have been clearer about the plan, huh? Totally my bad."

"Don't worry about it."

"But you're good, right?"

"Oh, totally. You?"

"Yeah. I'm good."

He smiled to himself at the slight blush on your cheeks when you looked at a random spot on the floor. Perhaps it was worth a shot to ask you out properly again. As he laid out how he wanted to phrase his question without coming off too desperate - years of watching Nishinoya and Tanaka fail had taught him well - you said, "I mean, what's a kiss between two adults, right?"

"You don't… have to keep talking about it if you're uncomfortable.", he chuckled.

"What, who me? Uncomfortable?", you let out a nervous chuckle and put your hands on your hips to show just how definitely not uncomfortable you were, "Arg, matey, yer talkin' more gibberish than a dolphin singin' a shanty."

Asahi regarded you with an amused frown, then casually nodded to your bookshelf, deciding to steer the conversation back to your domain, "Anyway. Mind, if I look at more of your art?"

Your shoulders relaxed when you followed his eyes, glad to have something else to focus on, "Knock yourself out, but I'm pretty sure you looked at all of it already. I have all my recent ones at my apartment."

"I don't mind.", he smiled and stretched to grab the sketchbooks from the lower shelf where he had left them yesterday.

"How long did it even take you to draw this one?", he asked, pointing at a very detailed full-page picture a minute or so later.

"Hmm, I think about a week?", you plopped down across from him, "But nowadays it takes about 3-4 hours. Most sketches, though, I can do in a few minutes. Here, I'll show you."

Taking the book from his hand you crawled to your desk to get an old pencil case from a middle drawer and returned to sit cross-cross applesauce, looking from him to an empty page.

"Wait, you're drawing me?"

"Yuh. Gimme a second."

Asahi sat very still and tried to focus on your hand flying across the page and not the tip of your tongue tucked between your lips in concentration.

"Anyone ever tell you, you have a really handsome nose?"

"I… don't think so."

You grabbed the sketchbook a bit tighter to get to the hair streaks, "They really should. And your eyes, too. - They're really symmetrical."

"Uhm, don't make me blush?"

You laughed and, after a few final scribbles, presented the result. "Tada!"

"Wow, that's amazing! And so quickly, too!"

Not wanting to let his praise go to your head, you humbled yourself really quickly, "Note, how I didn't draw further than your neck. It takes me ages to get clothes right. All the folds drive me insane." With an over the top whine you lamented, "It's even worse when my characters are moving."

Asahi pulled his eyes off the page and laughed, "It's really not that bad if you know what to look out for. Could I get the pencil?"

With a perplexed expression that turned quickly to excitement did you hand him your whole pencil case and watched in awe as he turned to a new page and began to work.

When he was finished you stared at the drawing for a second. It had taken you quite a while to accept your much rounder figure, especially in school in Japan where most girls seemed naturally slim and were called chubby or fat if they even had the slightest bit of a tummy pouch. Once you became comfortable in your own skin and gained much more confidence in university, you brushed off the countless childhood comments from people around you and carried yourself differently, even proud to show off your figure. Seeing him sketch you immediately so beautiful and carefree somehow took you by surprise.

"I look so pretty!", you breathed out, taking in every detail of the flaring skirt and the puffy blouse he had drawn you in.

"Well, you are.", he said, quietly. You felt your cheeks heat up under his eyes. "What?", he asked when you didn't say anything, "Can dish it out, but can't take it?"

With a snort, you changed the subject, "So, about these folds."

After an unnecessarily tearful goodbye the next morning after breakfast you called a taxi to take you to the train station and once your parents' home was out of the rearview mirror both you and Asahi let out a relieved sigh.

On the way back you were hunched over a notebook you had purchased at a kiosk before the train arrived, practicing the many helpful pointers that Asahi had shared the previous night. Meanwhile, he was very focused on his phone and only about half an hour into your journey did you realize what his occasional gasps and under breath chuckles meant.

"I was gonna read it anyway!", he laughed, "What's the harm in getting a jump on things?"

"I am the author and I demand you to please seize the reading posthaste!", you said, imitating one of your characters as your tried to reach for the phone he held far away from you.

"Alright, alright.", he conceded before adding, "One more chapter, though."

There was no use. He had the height advantage. So you sat back and pretended not to be invested in his reactions by looking out the window.

a/n: I think one or two more chapters and I’m done. So chances are I’ll still finish it this year 😬

taglist: @sillytoya @screamin-abt-haikyuu @joyfulllittlething @remiratboi @cvnt4him @mettreads @ezlynkisses @bakingcuriosity

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Me rn. I swear I’m working on Asahi 🥲 but the words are not wording 🫠

sometimes the words just flow and other times you'd have more luck wringing out a dry towel

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You just stepped into the shower when you heard the bathroom door open and watched in confusion as your husband carried a kitchen chair inside.

"Hi.", you said tentatively.

"Hi back."

"Uhm, babe, I love you, but… what are you doing?"

"You wanted me to catch you up on everything, so that's what I'm gonna do."

You had just returned from a business trip about 10 minutes ago and everything you wanted to do was have a nice hot shower, then snuggle up to your husband and enjoy the weekend by not moving an inch. But you figured, when you asked him to tell you about his day, he'd… wait until you were on the couch together.

"I-", your frown turned into an incredulous chuckle, "You know what? Okay. Hit me."

You turned on the water as he got comfortable, reaching into a bag of snacks he had brought - not without running appreciative eyes over the soft round body he had been deprived of for a whole week.

"As I was saying, there I was. In the produce aisle, trying to decide between cherry and heirloom tomatoes. I know we always get both but-"

a/n: it’s giving puppy with separation anxiety.

characters: Bokuto, Tendou, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Sugawara, Suna, Inuoka, Hinata, your clingy fave

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When You’re Sick

This is how you would perish, you thought with a miserable groan on the couch. Your head was fuzzy and an uncomfortable lump was consistently scratching in your throat that you couldn't clear away with a simple sip of water. You'd looked forward to your day off only to cough through the night like a Victorian child about to be taken by the plague. Keishin just returned home as you were rolling off the couch to starfish on the floor in hopes it would lessen the many aches setting up camp in your joints.

You coughed again, scrunching your face at the pain and unfairness of it all.

"That's it.", your husband said, crossing his arms in the doorway to watch you attempt to get up to greet him and fail. Instead, you coughed some more. "You're getting soup for dinner. That right there was a sign, sweetheart."

"A siiiign~.", you echoed in your state of delirium, "Hehe. A soup signal. It's like the bat signal but for sick people."

Keishin snorted and went to the kitchen to quickly set down the groceries on the counter before coming to collect you off the floor, strong forearms lifting you gently around the middle, pushing into the excess plush of your tummy.

"No, leave me behind.", you said dramatically, "Save yourself."

"I'm so glad you're not letting this flu affect your humor. - Come on, baby. Go have a long hot bath and by the time you're done, I'll have the soup ready, then we can go straight to bed after dinner. If it's not better by tomorrow morning, we'll go see the doctor."

"I don't wanna sleep with you." Your eyes rounded, urgent for him to understand this dire situation. "What if you catch it? Also, I'm just tossing and turning. I don't want to keep you up all night."

But Keishin wouldn't hear any of it. He bundled the blanket tighter around you and gave you a kiss on your burning forehead, then shoo'ed you towards the bathroom. "Soup'll be done in half an hour."

a/n: I’m nothing if not a method writer 🙂‍↕️

[cottonlemonade]

pairing: post time-skip!Yaku x tall chubby!Reader

A lesser man than Yaku Morisuke would be too intimidated to come up to you. All smiling and laughing with your friends in a corner booth of your favorite bar, you seemed too engrossed in telling a story to notice anything around you. Judging by your clothes, you must have come straight from work with a long plaid skirt that he would have, respectfully, liked to take off with his teeth, and the matching blazer draped over your shoulders. He watched mesmerized as you took a sip of your drink, said something to your friends, and reached to the side of your skirt, fiddling a little, then instantly letting out a happy sigh when your pudgy tummy bulged out even further. Your friends giggled as you strategically covered the now-open zipper on your side with the hem of your jacket. Yaku's eyes glazed over, and his mind switched to daydreams, while the chatter of his teammates around him was completely tuned out. With one final swig of his beer, he hopped out of his chair, ready to shoot his shot.

"Hey.", he said, leaning one hand on your table and making sure there was no mistaking who his attention was directed towards. You looked up, chin raised as if getting ready for a scathing reply.

"You see my friend over there?", he asked, pointing a thumb over his shoulder towards no one in particular, "Well, he was wondering if you think I'm cute."

After a moment's pause, you laughed, the sound having his knees buckle if he hadn't been gripping the table top. You gave him a once-over, not bothering to hide your interest in his broad shoulders. He straightened, just in case, to make them look even wider.

With a triumphant grin, he returned to his table, the phone in his hand feeling better than any trophy he'd ever held. As the night went on, he couldn't help but glance in your direction every so often, catching your eyes if he was lucky, and his heart jumped whenever you smiled at him. About halfway through his second drink, he took out his phone again and began tapping around.

"I don't know if you remember me, but here's Yaku from the bar. How are you doing?"

A lump of excitement formed in his throat when he watched you open his message and chuckle. And typed a reply.

By the time your table was getting ready to leave, he was ready to ask you to move in with him. A smitten sigh on his lips, he rested his cheek in his hand, watching you gather your wallet and phone and tossing them into your purse. He felt his smile broaden when you stood up - skirt zipped again. Even without your heels, you would have easily towered over your friends, and he figured you would dwarf him and some of his teammates as well. You waved Goodbye as you passed, and he felt himself blush. He couldn't wait to see you again.

"Damn.", one of his teammates said to his right, "You sure you wanna go out with her? You'd need some climbing gear just to kiss her."

Yaku shrugged and brought his beer to his lips. "God forbid a man has taste."

a/n: for @rodeorun 💛

[cottonlemonade]

Feeling Insecure

You were lost in thought, trying not to spiral too much as you were doing the dishes. The front door unlocked and moments later a small thud could be heard from the hallway.

Halting the sponge on the bowl, you called “Babe? You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I forgot we had a step there.”, came your husband’s response and you shook your head over his clumsiness.

“I’m home.”, Shugo announced unnecessarily as he shuffled into the kitchen. He wore a loose black t-shirt over fitted jeans and his cheeks had a pinkish hue.

“I can see that. How was your man-date?”

“Was good. Inunaki only almost fell into the river. And Tomas only almost hit on a married woman.”

Containing the urge to rub your temple, you moved on to the next dish. “Sounds like a great time.”

“How was your day?” He now stood right behind you, too close to be innocent.

“It was alright.”, you said vaguely, tugging at your apron in a feeble attempt to hide every inch your husband already knew by heart.

“Hm hm.”, he hummed and took another step closer to you, pressing his chest against your back, “What about work?”

Moving your hair to the side, he whispered against your neck, “Did they like your proposal?” He let his hands slide over your hips, giving your plush thighs occasional squeezes, while his lips brushed against your skin.

“Shugo…”, you rolled your shoulders to shrug him off and instantly felt horrible for it.

But he backed away.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“It’s nothing.” You scolded yourself inwardly. He’d see right through that in a second.

“Talk to me. - If you’re not in the mood that’s perfectly fine, of course, but… I kinda get the feeling that’s not what this is.”

You shook your head, avoiding his eyes.

“Honey.”, he urged gently.

“Aren’t you… ever embarrassed of me?”

His answer was immediate, ”Why would I be?”

“Because… because when you look at other players’ wives, they’re all…”

“Paling in comparison to you?”

“No.”, you said quietly.

“… living on the other side of town? I dunno. What is it, baby?”

“They’re all so… pretty.”

“Compared to Atsumu, maybe. But not to you, love.”

“Shugo.”

“What? Baby, look at me.”

Taking a shaky breath you forced yourself to turn to him. Your eyes wandered over his perfect hair and perfect broad shoulders, his flat stomach and muscular thighs. He was the textbook definition of handsome. And you should have no place next to him.

Your husband reached out and crooked his index finger to lift your chin so you’d meet his eyes. You were very aware of your double chin now and tears began to blur your vision.

“I’ll be really honest right now, all right?”

He was going to ask for a divorce. You just knew it. The day he realized he was way out of your league had finally come.

“When I saw you for the first time I definitely wasn’t staring at your smile.”

“Huh?”

“When I saw you cheering in the stands, even if it was for the Adlers,”, he cocked a playfully scolding brow at this point, “my mind went to some not so wholesome places.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Almost kicked the team from the showers after the game to be alone with my thoughts of you.”

“Liar.”

“Nuh uh.”

He leaned down to rub the tip of his nose against yours. You gave a small smile.

“There’s my girl.”, he said quietly and kissed you, “Go draw us a bath, baby. I’ll finish up the dishes and come join you when I’m done.”

a/n: request for anon. Thank you so much for asking for more Meian. He is the standard 😮‍💨