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Worst wingmen imaginable – Hinata wc 1017 – f!reader, brother!Atsumu, brother!Osamu requested by @sharkissm for A blast from the past, anything for you edition<3

Hinata was hopelessly, insanely, irreparably in love with Miya.

Not Atsumu, not Osamu, you.

He walked into walls when trying to exit rooms, tripped over volleyballs while warming up on the court and accidentally switched languages during interviews, all simply because you were close by and he got distracted.

This crush wasn’t a secret to anyone but you. Even your brothers knew! That’s why Atsumu loved finding excuses to bring Hinata to Onigiri Miya, where you worked with Osamu.

“Brother, sister!” Atsumu greeted you with his arms stretched out like some god on earth, Hinata peeking over his teammate’s shoulder and waving. Osamu’s lip curled in distaste at seeing his twin while you happily waved back at Hinata. Atsumu twisted his arm to push Hinata in front of him, then clapped him on the back. “Hinata and I are starving. You know, being pro athletes and all.”

Osamu picked up a towel to swat Atsumu with for being so loud, leading Atsumu to fight back as if it was instinct. You were quite used to it, just happy they dodged you as you made your way to the register, where Hinata chuckled at the twins getting rowdy. Hinata has a pretty nice smile, you thought to yourself and leaned your arms on the counter.

“Shoyo,” you greeted him, making him turn to you. His smile wavered nervously. “What can I get you?”

Hinata tucked his hands in his jacket pockets, bouncing on his feet as he distracted himself by looking at the menu. “I’ve tried everything here at this point,” he joked because of how often he came around. “Any recommendations?” As he asked this, he finally dared look back at you. His heart did a double take at how pretty you looked with the slowly setting sun shining through the restaurant windows.

You hummed and leaned forward, holding a hand beside your mouth as if to keep this a secret from your brothers, who were now smoothing their clothes again and grumbling about who won. “I’ve been making something new. Would you like to try it? On me,” you asked him, tone so soft in an attempt to keep this between you two that Hinata felt like you were some witch casting a love spell.

At first, he could only produce breaths until they finally formed some words. “Yeh- Heh- Yeah, sounds great.”

You nodded happily in agreement, straightening back up and clapping your hands. “Great! Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be back.”

Atsumu’s head whipped back and forth between the two of you, dumbfounded at how he had missed this development. Was this not a silly joke anymore?

Atsumu found it hilarious when the other teammates joined too, because while Sakusa was just there to fill his social meter by silently watching, Bokuto could not keep his mouth shut and always came entirely too close to disclosing Hinata’s crush. It was so funny when the colour drained from Hinata’s face as he nervously covered up the close calls every time.

It was all fun and games until-

“Does Shoyo have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?”

“What?!” Atsumu gasped in horror, making you lean back and look at him with wide eyes of shock. He came to see you in the kitchen when you asked for help, but this was unexpected.

“Calm down, what the hell?” you complained, pushing your hand into his face and initiating a small fight. He frowned as he pushed you off, pointing a stern finger.

“You like Shoyo?” he asked for confirmation, eyes begging you to say no. It wasn’t all fun and games if his sister’s feelings were at stake.

“I think I do,” you giggled in response, eyes straying to where the orange-haired man was talking to Bo. “He’s so kind and funny and-” Atsumu gagged as he watched you practically lick your lips watching his teammate. “Hot and-”

“Enough of that,” said Osamu, who was unfortunate enough to catch some of your conversation. “It’s nothing new. While you’ve been teasing Hinata for his crush on our sister, I’ve had to listen to her yap about him to her friends when they stop by.” Osamu easily pushed you away when you tried to cover his mouth with your hand. “It could be worse. It could be…” Osamu glanced over his shoulder, shuddering at Sakusa’s indifferent being. “Sakusa.”

“Are you suggesting…” Atsumu leaned in closer, ignoring how you whisper-shouted at them to stop plotting like you weren’t even there. “We help get them together?”

“I literally never said that.” Osamu blinked, then shrugged. “But sure.”

You were anxious the rest of the evening, glaring at your brothers whenever you had the chance while also trying to spend some time with Hinata away from the others. It wasn’t particularly successful when your brothers were so insistent on getting involved. They sure were the worst wingmen you could imagine.

In the end, you were happy to clock out while the volleyball players were still hanging out in the restaurant as Osamu cleaned up. You drew a deep breath as you sat on the lid of the staff toilet, rubbing your face in your hands and wondering if you might as well give up on that crush.

“So,” Atsumu drawled, leaning on Hinata’s shoulder and wiggling his eyebrows. “How long are you going to admire our sister from afar before you make a move?”

Hinata chuckled nervously, shaking his head. “I wanted to today, but you guys made me too nervous, if I’m honest.”

“You should ask her out before she leaves,” Osamu said, sounding bored. He emphasised it by pointing over his shoulder, where you walked away from the restaurant after exiting through the back door like usual.

Hinata’s chest puffed up, and Bokuto’s encouragement motivated him to go after you, jogging to reach your side and finally getting to spend some time alone by walking you home.

Atsumu scoffed in betrayal at his brother’s lack of drama. “It’s a good thing we look alike, or else no one would believe you when you brag about being my twin. You have no flair.”

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┌─ ⟢ VISITING HIS PRACTICE WITH THE KIDS

𐔌─ cw. fem!reader. pregnancy. mentions of reader breast feeding. suggestive in oikawa’s.

𐔌─ characters. atsumu. oikawa. bokuto. rinatarou

bokuto omegaverse when?!?

Miya Atsumu

Everyone loves Miya Atsumu’s little family. The media is obsessed with his cute babies that go viral almost every time they step out of the house—almost as much as they’re obsessed with how much you glow during your pregnancies.

He’s almost positive there are about as many pictures of him and his twin combined as there are of your bump. He’s not jealous. Nope. Totally not jealous that when he gets approached by fans, they’re asking what stretch mark cream you use instead of asking for an autograph.

So it’s no surprise when you come to the gym to bring his forgotten lunch, and before he can even take a bite of his sub, half of his team has surrounded you.

“Aren’t you just the cutest little thing,” Bokuto grins, picking up your toddler son and mock-throwing him in the air.

“Careful!” You chastise him before relaxing when you hear your son squeal a chorus of “Again, again!”

Aren’t you supposed to say hi to me first son? Atsumu thinks, pouting slightly before turning to his daughter with a smile—only for that smile to be immediately wiped off his face when he sees her in the arms of Hinata, blowing slobbery kisses.

“What the hell?!” He gasps.

You look up at him from your spot next to him. “What’s wrong, baby?” You frown, rubbing your small bump.

“Nothin’, angel,” He sighs, placing his calloused hand over yours. At least he’s got the attention of his wife and their little grape.

“How’s the b—”

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you! My wife keeps bothering me to ask what stroller you use!”

Later, when you leave, you find a text from Atsumu; I'll be coming home for lunch next time ! >:( .

Bokuto Koutarou

Back in high school, Koutarou was nicknamed “The Owl,” but now, well into his professional volleyball years, superfans have taken to calling him The Wolf.

Not because of a dry, stressed-out personality—no, because it seems like he has three hundred kids.

Every year, he’s posting another skin-to-skin picture with a newborn and a sappy caption. His team jokes that he needs to get off of you (he’s pretty sure some of them are serious), but he doesn’t care. Especially not when his pups start cheering for him, even after he hits the ball out of bounds.

Screams of encouragement—and a few screaming just to see how loud they can get—echo throughout the gym. You would’ve thought the stands were packed. Nope. Just his fan-proclaimed pack.

“KILL! KILL! DESTROY THEM NOW!”

One of his sons starts choking himself out. His daughters jump up and down on the bleachers, and in the middle of the rowdiness, he hears a small baby screeching just because his siblings are.

“Thank you, pups! I didn’t do great, but A+ on the enthusiasm!” Bokuto shouts from the court. A teammate beside him flinches at the sheer volume. So that’s where the kids get it from.

“YES, DAD, YES!” His kids scream back.

In the middle of it all, you sit there, giving Kou the biggest smile—the same one you gave him when he asked you out, the same one you gave him when he married you, the same one you gave him every time you announced another pregnancy.

And he’s so overcome with love that he can’t help but think about having another baby—just to have somewhere to spill all this love into.

Suna Rintarou

You and your daughter watch with bright eyes as Rin walks out of his gym building and makes his way toward the car.

The moment he slides into the passenger seat—despite being sweaty from hours of practice—you both grab onto him in a hug, your daughter unbuckled and leaning over the console.

“Hi, Daddy!” She runs a hand over his stubble and giggles when Rin pretends to bite her.

“Hi, princess,” he grins before turning to you. “Hi, queen.”

He teases, leaning over to kiss you, and you can’t help but smile into it.

“How was practice, Daddy?”

Suna breaks the kiss to answer, but before he can, he notices another small body in the backseat—headphones on, eyes glued to the game in his hands. Suna reaches over and pulls off one of his son’s headphones.

Like his father, his son merely glances up with a questioning expression.

“No hey Dad, glad you didn’t break your wrist at practice, so we don’t have to go homeless and move in with Uncle ‘Samu and starve to death because he eats all the food?” Suna mimics his son’s unimpressed face.

“You’re so dramatic, Dad.” His son grumbles but leans in when Suna playfully messes up his hair.

“Imagine the horror. No snacks, no food—we’ll all be forced to wake up at five in the morning and work all day at the restaurant.”

A chorus of mortified groans fills the car. The Suna family was not made for early mornings.

He turns back to his daughter. “It was good, baby.”

She smiles, murmuring something that sounds like that’s good before settling back to watch whatever her older brother is playing. Like his son, she wasn’t much of a talker either. You were the talker of the family, always filling in the silence.

You cup his cheek. “You gotta get back soon.”

“I know,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch. “Just one more kiss, then we’ll go.”

One kiss turns into five, and soon enough, the kids are gagging and shouting for you two to stop.

“Dad! Stop kissing Mom and go make that money you were talking about! So freakin’ nasty.”

Oikawa Tooru

His team was having an unofficial official practice at the beach today, and it was days like this that Tooru loved playing for a team in the hot climate of South America.

Plus, the sun-kissed tan was a bonus. He always looked amazing in every photo taken of him.

Some of his teammates were lounging, so they were the first to see it. Oikawa was so focused on what he was doing that he paid the whistling no mind—until one of his teammates shook his shoulder.

He looked up with a glare, but it quickly disappeared when he saw what they were pointing at—a woman in a bikini, walking toward them with a small child.

More specifically, his woman and his child.

“Stop fuckin’ whistling at my girl!” Oikawa shouted, flipping his team off before jogging over.

“Princess, what are you doing here?” He barked, using his body to shield your chest from their eyes.

The baby on your hip babbled an unintelligible greeting before grabbing onto his father. Oikawa lifted him to his bare chest, pressing his nose to his soft little head—one hand still holding you close.

“Toru, get off! It’s too hot, and you’re all sweaty,” you whined, pushing at his chest. “And stop being all jealous. It doesn’t suit you.”

You huff before standing on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“Well, I wouldn’t be jealous if I didn’t know at least five of my teammates have a hard-on right now because my tits are practically out!”

“The only reason my breasts are like this is because you got me pregnant! I’m breastfeeding your son!”

You laugh at his ridiculousness and reach for your son. Oikawa tightens his grip and pouts.

“I’m coming with.”

“What? You’re at practice!”

“It’s not a real practice. And besides, I need to be there to defend you from all the men who think they can be stepdaddy.”

He takes the beach bag from you. You roll your eyes—but you can’t help but smile

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You snooze, you lose – Ushijima wc 985 – gn!reader requested by @cheesypuffkins87 for A blast from the past, now hiring! edition<3

Ushijima wasn’t a dater. He struggled to connect with anyone in a way that made him want to bring them on a date, and if he got that far, they usually didn’t want a second date. It seemed like a lot of them found him… boring.

This is how he ended up on a blind date set up by none other than Semi Eita. One of his contacts had expressed their interest, and Semi thought his friend might have more success with the surprise element.

Ushijima bought flowers on his way, dressed in a nice green sweatshirt with a white shirt under it and some good jeans. He thought it was quite appropriate for a spring day like this one. The birds fluttering about had him thinking this might be his lucky day at finding love. He entered a quaint cafe where Semi had told him to meet, making his way over to a free table close enough to the door so he could be visible to whoever came for him.

The sun was shining through the windows, laying warm kisses on his cheeks and helping him relax. Laying the flowers on the table, he waited patiently with his hands folded.

You loved your job. Sure, every other day had some unfortunate events or rude customers, but you genuinely enjoyed being a small part of so many people’s days. And nothing was better than the thrill of watching someone on their first date.

Now, this guy, he was gorgeous. One of your coworkers had to physically lift your jaw back up as you nearly drooled while watching him wait for his presumed date. You were happy to be on floor duty, walking around and picking up empty cups and plates so you could still keep an eye on his table.

When his date finally came, she greeted him kindly with a weird hug he hardly returned. You giggled under your breath as you watched them awkwardly sit across from each other, wondering how long you should wait to ask if they were going to order.

You weren’t given the chance.

After an emergency cleanup further into the cafe, where an old lady dropped her cup off the table, you came back to the front just as the date made her way back out the door, leaving a handsome man with his flowers.

“That was a quick meeting! Could I get you anything?” you asked him kindly, holding up your pen and notepad to try and not stare too hard. He looked up in slight surprise, then nodded appreciatively.

“It seemed she had better things to do, but I would love a lemonade if you have.”

Your jaw dropped once again, pointing towards the door with your pen. “Better things to do than you?” you asked, not at all worried about your coworker snorting from the register somewhere behind you. Ushijima’s eyebrows lifted only slightly, and you shook your head. “Sorry, I’ll get a lemonade going for you.”

Clicking your pen, you shoved it along with your notebook into your pocket, turning away with a smile only to turn right back around when he spoke up again. “I could pay for one more if you would like to join me instead,” he suggested, and you would have thought it was a joke if he hadn’t looked so genuine.

Just as you were about to say you couldn’t sit down while on payroll, your coworker had teleported to stand beside you. “Twenty-minute lunch break starting now,” was all he said before pulling the other chair out and forcing you to sit down.

“You sure bounce back fast,” you chuckled as you were suddenly on eye level with Ushijima, finding him even prettier like this. Your ears burned, and not just from the sun.

“I have a friend who likes to say You snooze, you lose.”

Although you had no idea how his previous date found him so boring, you had to mentally thank her. You enjoyed twenty minutes of flowing conversation with Ushijima, loving the way he genuinely listened to you and seemed to actually care. In turn, he told you about his friends and his job and his hobbies, not shy of letting you get to know him.

You were swooning over a compliment when your eyes found the wall clock, realising the date would have to come to an end. “Thank you, Wakatoshi. I had a great time, but work is calling.”

“I would like to call you as well, this has been entirely pleasant. Could I have your number?” he asked, already tucking his hand into his pocket to fish out his phone.

“Of course.” Taking the phone from him after he unlocked it, you hoped the blush hadn’t travelled too far over your face. “Text me. I’ll answer after work.”

“Here, have these. You were my date today, after all.” As he said this, he held up the flower bouquet he had originally brought for his other date. With a wide grin, you gratefully accepted them.

“They’re gorgeous, thank you!”

That evening, when you finally escaped into the fresh night air with your bag on your shoulder and a bouquet in your arms, you were thrilled to see a message from an unknown number and promptly saved it as a new contact. You answered the message to confirm he had reached you, only to stare wide-eyed when his caller ID popped up.

The two of you talked on the phone for the entire walk home, and you even had the chance to set up another date.

“I can’t wait!” you squealed, deciding you didn’t have to hide your interest when he was so open about his.

“You will have to, it is not until tomorrow.”

Shaking your head, you smiled fondly. “It’s- you’re right. I look forward to it, though.”

“I do, too. Have a good night, y/n.”

“You as well, Wakatoshi.”

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HUUUGE credit to @cottonlemonade, who basically came up with the plot<3

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thankyou for the tag, this is so sweet!! I started making a list and realised it was still the same as this, so here are five honourable mentions to add to that list!!

- Newlywed chaos for Akagi - Stepping up for Oikawa - Filthy liars for Atsumu - Catching feelings for Sakusa - Saving up for Kunimi

love that we're being proud of our own works<3 npt: @cottonlemonade, @salsakiyoomi, @mangostarjam, @bonniepop, @whisperofwonder, @cosmic-evening.

fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love!!! 💕

MY FAV FIVE AHHH OKOK

add up my love, princess treatment, twelve grapes, food for thought, and summers in your blood are probably my favs for various reasons (writing style, length, etc) :) i have a habit of hating everything i write so this is such a cute thing to be tagged in <333

npt; @kawoala, @bokutoko, @miiyas, @inloveinsickness, @sojumica

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You’re cuddled up in Osamu’s arms one peaceful Sunday morning, lazing under the sheets until you hear Osamu’s stomach growling.

He groans, pulling you even closer, which in turn makes you snuggle into him even more.

“I’m so hungry,” he mumbles. You hum to confirm you heard him but make no further attempt at doing anything about it. “So hungry that… I could eat… You.”

Chomp!

That's the only warning you get before you feel Osamu’s teeth clutch onto the thicker part of your arm, munching loosely and making fake gnawing noises.

“Samuuu!!” you squeal, twisting to try and escape but finding his arms much too strong.

‘My boyfriend ate me out this morning,’ your friend would share later over a glass of wine, definitely bragging.

‘My boyfriend just ate me altogether,’ you would sigh in response.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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And with that, I start writing 😈

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Suga is shobio's biggest supporter 😔👌

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more episode 1 ..and I'm not done with it yet! ep 1 has so much stuff happening 😭 💕

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“I finally confessed to Iwaizumi,” you tell Oikawa, shy and proud at the same time.

“I heard,” he grins. His brown eyes are fixed somewhere far in the distance. “I can’t believe you finally got the courage to do it.”

“I wanted to be like you,” you say. “You always go after something if you want it.”

Oikawa laughs shortly, his breath steaming in the cold air. There’s a bitter note to it that you don’t catch.

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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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Mama Miya knew early on, that Osamu would be a big eater. She had caught him as a toddler plenty of times climbing onto the kitchen counter and squatting by the open rice cooker, eating the sticky white grains by the handful while Atsumu stood guard, expecting spoils himself for a job well done, realizing too late that his brother had emptied the supply all by himself.

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About a year ago, on April 5th, I posted my first fic on Tumblr. In honour of this blog's first anniversary, let's have A blast from the past!!

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Ice cold – Sakusa x reader wc 1030 – gn!reader hockey player x figure skater au

You always thought ice was cold until you met Sakusa Kiyoomi, one of Tokyo’s up-and-coming stars in figure skating.

In addition to his immense talent, you had never seen anyone more beautiful. It was practically love at first sight. “Good practice?” you asked him cheerily while tightening the locks on your hockey skates.

Sakusa barely turned his head to glance at you, already putting a mask back on that he had left by his neon-coloured jacket on the railing. “Yes.”

“Nice.” You watched him go, mimicking chills as he left before returning to your business. Physically, at least. Your mind was somewhere else…

Even during the post-game dinner about a week later, you kept zoning out while the team laughed and talked louder than anyone else in the diner.

You didn’t even realise you were leaning so hard on your palm that it squished your cheek into a mumble. “Do you think his lips are cold?”

The one who sat beside you looked incredulous, staring at you for a second before answering, then checking to see if anyone else was also concerned. “Whose?”

“Sakusa Kiyomiiiii,” you groaned, finally moving from your position to rest your face on your arms, which you had crossed on the table.

“Right, because he’s suuuch a charmer,” the one across from you drawled sarcastically.

You frowned. “He smells good. He has good posture.”

“And you must’ve taken two too many pucks to the head.”

“Maybe Cupid switched from arrows to pucks. Creative liberty.”

“Did you do something to your hair?”

Sakusa sighed and put his mask on, leaning back a bit when you stood up to look at him closer.

“It looks good,” you added.

“Thank you,” he said, so slow it reminded you of Snape in Harry Potter. He attempted to walk past you while also trying to avoid brushing against your hockey uniform. Don’t know how often they wash those.

“How long have you skated?” you asked, cheeks rounding to accommodate your smile.

“Long.”

Accepting defeat for now, you gave him space to pass. “See you next time!”

“Preferably not.”

“Sa-“

“Can I help you?” he practically barked, making you draw a huge breath and purse your lips.

Silence drew a hard wall between you two, daring you to answer him.

“I just… think you’re cool.”

He blinked once, twice… and then lifted a hand to point at his chest. “Me?”

Gesturing at the lack of other people around him, you nodded with something resembling sympathy.

“You think I’m cool?”

“Hella.”

Sakusa scoffed at your stereotypical lack of proper vocabulary, turning his face away to hide anything that could be mistaken for a blush. He definitely wasn’t charmed by a hockey player. “I have to go,” he announced with no further explanation as to why.

“Oh, okay. See you around.”

If anyone saw Sakusa glancing over his shoulder at you while walking away, they couldn’t prove it.

You and your teammates were warming up once again, skating rounds and barely avoiding each other in passing. That’s when your sixth sense kicked in, and your head whipped around to find Sakusa passing by on his way out.

“Sakusa! Hey! Over here!” you yelled, waving your arms so he’d notice you despite the hockey helmet.

He stopped, silently blinking and trying not to notice all the other skaters watching the interaction.

“See what I can do!” you yelled again, holding out your hands as if telling him to wait before skating to one end of the rink. Kicking off when Sakusa hadn’t moved from his spot, you grinned as you did your best at copying one of the moves you’d seen Sakusa do. It wasn’t a jump, but it sure felt graceful.

Sakusa hoped he looked calm and collected despite not feeling like it. While watching you, he cracked a small smile, then quickly returned to being the fake nonchalanter he was. He gave you a meek thumbs-up as you looked at him for his reaction.

“Good job,” he complimented you before turning and leaving. “Bye, y/n.”

“What a dick,” one of your teammates said with a scowl, bumping into your shoulder to catch your attention. However, you didn’t seem discouraged. Quite the opposite, you looked elated.

“He said my name,” you whispered.

“You don’t like me,” Sakusa’s voice boomed through the hallway where you followed behind him, struggling to keep up with his pace in your hockey gear.

“Yes, I do.”

“No. Stop wasting your time.”

“Please, Sakusa! Give me a chance!” you begged, feeling just as pathetic as you probably looked. “I’ve liked you for so long. You’re an amazing skater and seem like a great person.”

Abruptly, almost making you stumble, Sakusa turned around to face you. “What in the world have I done to make you think I’m so great?”

You gulped, maintaining eye contact lest you lose any courage. “You’re so strong, even though your build doesn’t look like it. Your hair is always styled and even looks good after training. You do extra rounds when the children come around to watch you because you enjoy how they marvel, and you study here at the rink because you like it cold. You smell… incredible, despite favouring a bottle of disinfectant more than the jocks favour a bottle of beer.”

You took a break from rambling to breathe and take in the visible effect your words had on Sakusa. He stood up straighter, lips parting gradually as you went on and pupils dilating, speechless.

“I like everything about you, even when you pretend not to enjoy my poor attempts at figure skating. Please, give me a chance.” Your body slumped a little at finally expressing all these thoughts. “One date, and if we don’t enjoy ourselves, I won’t bother you.”

Sakusa looked at the wall with no purpose but avoiding your pleading eyes. His heart was racing, running laps as if chasing every word you rambled. He couldn’t quite believe someone had noticed all these things about him, and he certainly couldn’t believe someone liked all of them.

“Fine,” he finally answered. You audibly gasped, stars in your eyes. “One date.”

Let me tell you, it wasn’t just one date.

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/dedicated to @sharkissm for hyping it up<3

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Long-term commitment – Futakuchi x reader wc 1024 – f!reader, brother!Aone

Futakuchi couldn’t really put into words why he had such a huge crush on you. You were his best friend’s sister, similar to your older brother in your calmer nature.

Perhaps it was because one of Futakuchi’s favourite things in the world was your laugh. It rang so much louder than your usual timid voice, making his heart skip a beat as he listened to the sound like it was the bells at his own wedding.

And being the one who made that laugh happen? Jack-fucking-pot.

So he would always invite himself to Aone’s house when they were in high school, hoping you would be around for dinner. It was a long-term commitment to him, getting together with you. You were the only woman he ever fell for, so he knew he had to go slow.

Of course, he still treasured his friendship with Aone, which held strong even years after high school. It wasn’t all just for you, even though it might… seem that way…

“I was thinking of getting some flowers for my mom, but I don’t know which ones,” he thought out loud one day, sitting on the bench after a game with their municipal volleyball team. Aone was drinking from his water bottle and nodded for him to continue. “What’s your sister’s favourite flower?”

Aone eyed him for a second before shaking his head, making Futakuchi feel quite sheepish.

“Who’s your sister bringing to that family thing you guys had? She never talked about going on any dates, right?”

Aone sighed and shrugged, not particularly updated on your love life and preferring to eat his lunch in peace.

“Your sister just opened her new cafe! I happened to walk by this morning. Maybe we should go there, show our support.”

Aone pinned Futakuchi with a stern look and pointed down the street. “You should go.”

Futakuchi couldn’t believe the blunt answer and just sounded an awkward squeak in response.

“I’m not stupid,” Aone mumbled.

“Could I get a double burger and a large soda?”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled affectionately, putting the lid on a cup for a finished order as you turned around. A chuckle, Futakuchi thought, that’s not enough. “I thought you two might come around soon with some ridiculous order-“

As your eyes found a lone Futakuchi with a cheeky smile, you leaned silently to the side to check that your tall brother wasn’t hiding behind his friend. “It’s just me.”

Without answering, you walked to the end of the counter to hand off the order to the waiting customer, telling them to have a great day before moving back to the register where he waited. “I didn’t think you liked coffee.”

You spoke politely, with a soft smile that made Futakuchi crave more, greedily. “Wait,” he said, feigning surprise and putting his hands on the counter so he could lean over and look around the station. “You mean you actually don’t sell burgers here?”

A laugh slipped past you, but you covered your mouth. “Not many cafes do, I think.”

He smiled, cheeky as ever. “My bad. I got distracted.”

“Coward,” Aone grumbled into the phone the second Futakuchi picked up.

The brunette scoffed, making sure it rang clearly. “I’m working on it!”

“You spent an hour bothering her at work and still didn’t ask her out.”

“I’d like to think I was good company, anyway,” Futakuchi argued, exasperated but knowing he couldn’t argue much with Aone. If anyone stunted his attitude, it was his best friend.

“You get one week, and then I‘ll tell Koganegawa to shoot his shot.”

Futakuchi stared at the phone in his hand, which beeped rhythmically.

“That bastard hung up on me,” he whispered to himself in disbelief. The audacity.

Meanwhile, Aone was smiling as he hummed and watered his plants. It’s fun to instigate some drama every once in a while.

Futakuchi Kenji was not a coward.

But as of late, he sure was a simp.

As he entered your cafe, his breath hitched hearing you laugh well at something another customer said, waving your hand as if they had you laughing for hours.

“Y/n,” Futakuchi said, just loud enough that he was sure to get your attention, but not so loud that he would be yelling. “What’s up?”

You cleared your throat and wished the funny customer goodbye before moving to the register. Futakuchi sent the customer a look in passing before giving you his usual mischievous smile. “Back again?” you asked, smiling sweetly like you didn’t have his heart in a chokehold.

“Enough with the applause, I’m just a normal guy,” he cooed, as if paparazzi were snapping photos when he made his way to you. He leaned on the counter to be even closer as you laughed and almost let his eyes fall closed to enjoy it. “Everything alright here?” he asked instead.

You nodded, looking over the tables filled with the miscellaneous students, gossipers and business folks. “I’d say it’s perfect.” Your eyes travelled back to his again. “Now that you’re here too.”

Not many people could make Futakuchi blush. He looked down as if that would hide it when his ears were just as red. “That’s good.”

You tilted your head. “Can I get you anything?”

“A normal coffee and…” He leaned back up on his hands. “And a date.”

To say you were surprised… would be a lie. Your brother was not always the most subtle. Still, you couldn’t stop smiling at the fact that he finally asked. You chuckled happily and nodded, tapping on the screen of the register.

“One coffee. How would you like the date?” you asked. Futakuchi felt the constricted air in his lungs finally escape and was replaced with butterflies waving around his stomach. The cheeky look was back on his face as he gestured to show he was thinking about it.

“There’s a fair out by the beach? Friday night, if you’d like that.”

With a decisive nod, you agreed. “Perfect. I will get you your coffee now, then.”

“Thanks, pumpkin.”

He’s about 20 minutes late to work now, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

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