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Accessory – Kenma x reader wc 1051 – f!reader requested by @bobateagojo for A blast from the past, parenting edition<3

The people at Bouncing Ball Corp. were not used to seeing Kenma, and even less his son, Yukio. So when he walked in wearing a suit, toddler strapped to his chest like an accessory, his secretary wasn’t sure if he should mention it or not.

“Good morning, sir. It’s nice to see you! Both of you!”

“Morning,” Kenma grumbled, frustrated with how Yukio kept pulling on the hair that wasn’t tucked into the half-up hairstyle he lazily made that morning. “What’s the first appointment?”

The young man cleared his throat and looked at his computer screen, clicking around before looking back up. “Kuroo is holding that presentation for the investors on your collaboration.”

“Right. I’ll be late for that.”

“I don’t think he’ll like-“

“He can wait, tell him to stall the investors.”

The secretary made a squeaky sound, nervously tapping his finger on the desk. Minutes before this, he had shown all the investors to the meeting room, and they did not seem like a particularly agreeable bunch. “Are you sure there is nothing I can help you with to get you there on time, sir?”

“I don’t think you want to solve this problem,” Kenma insisted, pointing at the toddler’s lower half.

Just as Kenma said it, the odour of baby poop drifted towards him, making the secretary close his mouth insistently and try not to breathe it in. Instead, he nodded frantically and held two thumbs up, letting Kenma go on towards the elevator up to his office.

“Thank you all for your patience. Due to unforeseen circumstances, I had to bring this little one with me today,” Kenma informed the room full of the additional investors Kuroo had asked (begged on his knees for) Kenma to invite. Using his foot to open the legs of the foldable high chair, he was able to let his shoulders fall for only a second until the closest attendant beckoned him forward for a greeting. “I hope Kuroo was enough to entertain you during my delay.”

After all the formalities were through, Kenma threw his best friend an apologetic look before taking his seat beside Yukio.

Kuroo was a natural at persuasion, and his presentation was faultless. Kenma was thoroughly impressed, but knew the business well enough by now not to be surprised when the guests weren’t in complete agreement with the terms.

“I think you’re overlooking the immense value this will have for the future market,” Kuroo said, insisting as much as he could while still staying polite.

The investors hummed in pretend consideration. “You can’t be sure the monster generation will have the same impact as they had before,” one woman spoke up, at least making a fair argument.

“That’s why I want to keep reminding those who were around in their prime.”

Yukio squealed, making most of the people in the room turn to him, some annoyed. Kenma cleared his throat and stroked a finger across the baby’s chubby cheek. “It’s a pity this project won’t be initiated after I invested so much.” Kenma’s eyes turned to his audience with cat-like precision. “The monster generation is very dear to me.”

Kuroo could only huff in disbelief as the investors slowly came around to the idea, probably terrified of doing anything to insult the youngest CEO in the room.

Baby Kozume happily clapped his hands as Kuroo carried him back to Kenma’s office. “You’re a lucky charm, little guy!” Kuroo praised.

“Congratulations, they seemed pretty convinced,” Kenma mumbled, already engrossed in some documents on his desk while Kuroo sat down in the chair across from him with Yukio in his lap.

“No thanks to you,” Kuroo joked, knowing Kenma had indeed had all the influence in that meeting room.

Kenma only hummed in acknowledgement, eyes moving from the papers to his screen. “Are you staying for lunch?”

Kuroo checked his wrist watch, only for Yukio to coo softly and lean into him, sealing his fate. “I think I can afford a lunch break.”

Kenma spent lunch switching between his own spoon of cereal and Yukio’s spoon of baby food. Every woman who passed by would aww at the sight, making Kenma smile politely and send them along. Kuroo almost felt jealous of Yukio’s powerful charms.

As Kuroo started talking about his home life, Kenma became increasingly unfocused with which spoon he grabbed, resulting in dipping his spoon into the apple puree and then into his own mouth. His brows furrowed while he still looked at Kuroo, before moving his eyes to the spoon, then the bowls. Yukio frowned up at him, like an insulted kitten.

Kuroo stopped talking and made a face watching the scene unfold. “Stealing Yukio’s food?”

“It’s honestly pretty good.”

After Kuroo left, Kenma returned to his office to sign a couple more documents before finally packing up to go home. Yukio had spent the rest of the time clicking away on an iPad, some game where he had to catch the fish as they swam across the screen. Kenma’s heart warmed every time he caught sight of the toddler kicking his legs happily. 

“Should we head out in a minute?” Kenma asked Yukio, who barely looked up to gurgle an answer. “I think so, too. I miss your mom.”

Kenma finally stepped inside his home to the wonderful smell of banana bread. He sniffed the air and hummed in delight, Yukio doing the same.

“Are my hardworking boys home from work?”

Kenma practically floated down the hallway to you, Yukio in his arms and making grabby hands in your direction. “We missed you. Sealed the deal on Kuroo’s project.”

“That’s good!” you cooed, taking the giggling toddler from Kenma so the man could lean his chin on your shoulder and rest his arms around your waist. The three of you spent a while in that position, swaying calmly. “Thank you for bringing Yukio to work today. Hope he wasn’t too much trouble.”

Kenma hummed, reluctantly moving away from you to go change out of his work attire, already pulling the tie off. “Not at all. He’s a young businessman. You’ve seen Boss Baby, you know how it goes.”

You could only laugh at your husband’s jokes, kissing Yukio’s sweet little face until he wouldn’t stop giggling. What a lovely family of cuddly businessmen you have.

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huge credit to @cottonlemonade, who offered up some great ideas, including Kenma accidentally eating the baby food<3 thankyou!

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Planning Ahead (Date Night)

warnings: spoilers, suggestive

It was Friday night in the Suna household, and you and your husband lay in bed, phones propped on your lap at the ready.

“I hate that we have to schedule time like this.”, he murmurs, scrolling through his practice-filled days to find a free slot, “I can do… the 22nd?”

“I love when we’re spontaneous.”, you sighed sarcastically, but resigned to your fate and moved two weeks forward in your planner.

“Sorry, babe. You know what they say.”, he half-heartedly flexed his bicep without looking up, “With great power comes a fuckton of schedules.”

“If I’d known you would be this busy, I would have knocked you up when I had the chance.”

Rin looked at you, then at his flat stomach buried under the fluffy comforter.

“I’m not opposed to you trying, babe, but who will tell Komori?”

You chuckled, “Okay, I have you down for the 22nd. Do you have something in mind you wanna do?”

“Dinner and a movie?”

“I mean, solid, but maybe we can try something else.”

“Like?”

He got you there. You unlocked your phone again and typed into the search bar date night with husband, then frowned at the suggestions.

“Backyard picnic.”, you read aloud, “Who in Shizuoka has a backyard? Next. - Couple’s massage?”

“You mean someone else touching your naked body? Next.”, Rin said, scooching over so he could look at your screen as well.

“Who are these people who make these lists?”, he muttered with incredulous disgust, “Create a scavenger hunt. Go to an art gallery. Go camping.”

“No, thank you.”, you both said in unison, then shared a quick kiss before continuing to go down the list. In a final attempt you added the word fun to the search.

“Now there is a great one!”, Rin pointed to the very bottom of the new list, “Stay in bed.”

You snorted.

“Dinner and a movie it is.”

“I dunno, babe, we asked the Google gods for advice and I think we should follow it.”

“We could at least play a game.”, you suggested.

“Oh, I can think of one I’d like to play.” Your husband’s hand wandered up and down your leg under the blanket.

“I bet you can.”, you grinned, “But maybe something new. Like one of those VR games?”

“Don’t need it. If you wrap your sexy thighs around my head, it’s basically the same.”

“Rin!”

“What? Your tamacootchie is the only game I need.”

He rolled on top of you, kissing you through your protesting laughter.

a/n: request for @haikyu-mp4 ✨🫶🏻

Life hack - apparently publicly complaining about writer’s block will fix it temporarily. Nice 👍🏻

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♥︎ multi drabbles

drabbles that are not dedicated to a particular character

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Something borrowed

A stupid question

Icecream

Honeymoon

Yearbook

Helping hand

Ultrasound

Stars or microplastic

Christmas reunion

Fingering it out

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Dad!Adlers. Imagining three interviews happening at the same time after a victorious Schweiden Adlers game.

Kageyama’s eyes keep straying from the camera, painfully aware that every expression he makes will be broadcast and possibly even made into a meme. The interviewer is up to date on his socials, asking how his family is doing and why they’re not with him after their win.

“I would like to keep my family separated from my job. They’re always cheering me on, I have no doubt about it.” The interviewer smiled kindly, asking him to please give the fans a few hints every now and then.

Meanwhile, Hoshiumi has his oldest tucked under his arm and tells the interviewer all about his kid’s aspiration to reach his level one day. His partner runs around in the background, chasing a toddler who’s way too good at dodging the tall volleyball players.

Finally, Heiwajima manages to catch the toddler, and the whole ordeal is caught on camera in the background. The interviewer gulps at the chaos, not sure how to get the word back from Hoshiumi, who wanted everyone to see his amazing family. “As you can see, we’re doing great!”

Ushijima is his usual peaceful self. His kid is giving the interviewer their intense and detailed review of the match, while the father rests a hand on their shoulder. He’s looking around for his partner, brow slightly creased as his eyes search, only to find them waving at him by the door where they’d just returned from the bathroom.

“That is enough for today, thank you.” Ushijima’s voice was firm, ensuring the interviewer did not try to ask further questions. His kid pouted at the interruption, but bowed politely to the interviewer before leaving with their father.

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you know who would say this

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No complaints – Tsukishima x reader wc 642 – gn!reader requested by @tansypansydandy for A blast from the past, now hiring! edition<3

If Tsukishima wasn’t so incredibly good at making coffee and managing the shifts, he probably wouldn’t be working at the cafe anymore. He tended to plague the mood with a sour expression and negative attitude most days, which you found incredibly funny despite other coworkers complaining about it.

“Turn that frown,” you sang, putting your pointer fingers at the edges of his mouth to force it into a smile. One of your coworkers glanced up to see this and gaped at the fact that Tsukishima didn’t push you away immediately. “Upside down!”

Rolling his eyes, he brushed you off and turned away to continue his job. You were nothing but a nuisance. A thorn in his back. And the object of his affections.

He sure hoped you didn’t notice his red ears as he swiftly moved to the back room for restocking, yelling orders over his shoulder for you to make yourself useful. You shrugged, not minding him as you did what you were told. At the same time, you made sure to chat with other baristas when the moment lent itself. It was a busy Saturday, and you always enjoyed brightening the mood.

Tsukki watched from the monitors in the back, a frown on his face casting it in shadows.

You barely saw Tsukishima again until the rest of the baristas left, as you and he were on the closing shift. How you always ended up closing with him, you weren’t so sure.

“Lots to do in the back today?” you asked him kindly, just drying off the last cups from the dishwasher.

He hummed, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. “I enjoy that work more than being out here.”

“Because of the customers?” you queried, eyes still observing him as his nimble fingers wiped off the glasses with the bottom of his shirt.

“I don’t like people in general,” he concluded, stupidly thinking you would leave it at that.

“Even me?” You were laughing, thinking there was no reason for you to be an exception.

“I suppose I don’t dislike you. But I don’t understand why you like our coworkers.”

Tilting your head, you waited for him to glance at you before asking for clarification. “Why I like them?”

He shrugged, putting the glasses back on his face before moving to clean the coffee machine, which was the last big task. At the same time, you finished the dishes and scooted up on the counter closest to where Tsukki was.

“Why shouldn’t I like them?”

“You and I get more done. They’re… messy. And I don’t think they like me either,” he argued.

“You haven’t given them much of a chance, hiding in the back like a hermit and doing all the jobs we’d rather avoid.”

Tsukishima’s shoulders slumped, and he fully turned his attention to you, hands working a bit slower. ��I just like working with you.”

“We can’t run this place just the two of us, Tsukki.”

His nose scrunched at the nickname. “We could.”

You jumped off the counter with a heavy sigh, lifting your apron over your head to hang it up. “Not on a Saturday, that’s for sure.”

You finished the closing routine mostly in silence, meeting each other at the back door to leave the building. Tsukishima locked up before tucking the keys safely in his pocket, ever so responsible.

“To the train station?” you asked, smiling kindly, just the way Tsukishima couldn’t seem to get out of his head.

“Yes. Let’s go.”

It was an agonising walk of brushing hands and sharing the smallest of glimpses into your lives outside the cafe. When you were alone and seated on the train, you checked your phone to see a notification from your work schedule app.

You were already scheduled for closing with Tsukki all of next week, and you had no complaints.

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wild encounter.

general:

pairing: tooru oikawa x fem!reader.

genre: pokemon au, alola island.

status: complete (7/7).

summary: you came to alola for a work-study, not to piss off the region’s most beloved pokemon trainer. but after a grocery store scuffle, a surprise win, and a few too many late-night training sessions, oikawa tooru is becoming harder to ignore.

chapters:

chapter one: off the map

chapter two: kahele aukai pokemon training academy

chapter three: melemele heat

chapter four: lab lights, late night

chapter five: warm-up round

chapter six: under the malasada moon

chapter seven: warm places

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I wanted to show off this gorgeous collection of hq x pokémon cards by @hqpokemonzine ✨ thank you so much to all the artists, I’m very happy with my pulls from the random pack 🫶🏻 the Hoshiumi trainer card is now living in my phone case 😍 sorry about my ugly kitchen bench, needed good lighting hehe

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Flirting at work – Osamu x reader wc 502 – gn!reader requested by @cheesypuffkins87 for A blast from the past, now hiring! edition<3

Osamu never understood the green feeling in his stomach whenever his friends visited him at his part-time job. It seemed they enjoyed talking to you just as much as they liked making fun of him. While he was used to the two of you working well together and even enjoying working with each other more than with others, you seemed completely enamoured with his friends sometimes. At least in his eyes.

So he would frown and pout whenever Suna and Komori stopped by to lean on the counter, making you laugh while he was stuck making their orders. He didn’t notice Suna’s eyes straying to him in his self-pity.

“Is that right, ‘Samu?” Suna said, voicing it louder so the twin was shaken out of his thoughts. Blinking mindlessly, he looked at the three of you in question.

“Huh?”

“Y/n was just telling us about how cool you looked yesterday when handling some rowdy idiots.”

You nodded in agreement, none the wiser to how butterflies fluttered in Osamu’s stomach now that he realised you had been talking about him. “I was so glad I didn’t have to do it. Osamu is too nice to me.”

“I bet he is,” Komori snickered, accepting the high-five from Suna.

You rolled your eyes at their antics, about to tell them off for being weird, when Osamu cleared his throat and went back to making their coffees with a newfound vigour. “It’s nothing, really. They were like a bunch of ‘Tsumus, easy to handle. Real weak.”

With an acknowledging hum, you turned around to get their sandwiches from the heater, packing them up in paper bags for them to bring along to wherever they were headed. Before handing them off, you signed each of them with a heart and have a nice day. On Suna’s, you also wrote no tomato, so they wouldn’t get mixed up.

They were sent off with their orders after wishing you both a great closing shift. Osamu sighed when the door finally closed behind them, glancing at you before getting a cloth to wipe down the counter.

“They’re funny,” you commented, testing to see how the mood was. Osamu wasn’t giving you much of a hint. Shifts with him were the best part of this job, so you couldn’t understand why he always seemed different when his friends were there.

He chuckled humourlessly. “I don’t understand why you’re even friends with them.”

You stilled, head tilted, giving Osamu flashbacks to scoldings from his mom. “They’re your friends.”

Osamu huffed in defiance, crossing his arms. You had to force yourself to keep your eyes on his face. “That’s why I know they’re scrubs.”

You squinted and pointed at him accusingly. “Are you… jealous?”

“Are you two done?” Both you and Osamu’s heads whipped towards the door, where your boss tapped her foot with her hands on her hips. “If you guys ever get married, please invite me to the wedding. I want credit for not firing you for flirting at work.”

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thank you so much to @cottonlemonade for some great lines from our brainstorming<3

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hello tumblr long time no see

here's a sketch of Miya Atsumu eating lunch

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I always read f/o as fignificant other

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The plan – Sugawara x reader wc 759 – f!reader requested by @iatethemochi for A blast from the past, workplace romance edition<3

Becoming a social worker hadn’t always been the plan, but you did love working with children, and some of your coworkers had become good friends. Especially that Sugawara.

If you ever had a gloomy day, the teacher would brighten it with his cute animal socks sticking out of his slippers and mischievous eyes telling you he had ulterior motives. “Hello, Miss L/n!”

The corners of your eyes crinkled when you saw him. He was holding onto the side of the doorsill, as if swinging himself into the room, his free hand lifted in a wave. “Sugawara! Are you here for Yoshio?” you asked, even though you knew the answer, turning to smile at the young student who would sit with you for about an hour each week. You averted his focus by gathering up the blocks he had been playing with, dumping them back in their basket before booping his nose with your pointer finger.

Sugawara admired you in the process, then stepped aside when Yoshio got up to walk out. “Thank you, Miss L/n!” the child called to you as he walked out.

“Bye, Yoshi. Thank you for coming.”

Suga stood by the open door and watched as his student strolled just down the hall to their classroom, which was a convenient seven meters from your office.

Meanwhile, you were watching Sugawara with interest, taking your own time to admire him in return. You couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was, but he was always so soft. Such a sweet man, even when the devil on his shoulder had the reins and let him sneak into your office during work hours.

As Yoshio entered the classroom, closing the door behind him obediently, Suga nodded to himself and turned back to you with a relieved sigh. His assistant was in there watching the children read anyway, so he had a few minutes before he had to be back.

“Nene and Amane told the principal they’re pursuing a relationship,” Suga blurted out now that you were alone. You gasped, both hands covering your mouth to muffle the sound. “Now Nene is applying for new jobs because they were told one of them has to transfer by the end of the month.” It sounded like the gossip had been begging to be repeated since he heard it. Still, his voice was lowered to a sensible level. Nene and Amane are both teachers at your school, but in the middle school department.

“Feels like this school is destined of some kind… or cursed!” you pondered with a careful laugh. The thought made you fiddle, choosing to pull Suga’s cardigan zip up and down again.

Sugawara hummed, moving half a step closer to you with his eyes following your hand on his clothes. “Because you’ve fallen head over heels for your coworker, too?” he sighed for effect, really just joking. Or at least partially joking, partially testing the waters.

You shrugged your shoulders, looking up to find his eyes and winking. “Who knows, I sure like when he’s around.”

With a small chuckle, he lifted his hand to tuck some of your hair behind your ear when you stopped fiddling with his cardigan. “Anyway, Amane said he refused to leave this school, so Nene had no choice.”

You frowned, hating how much that hit home when comparing it to your… situation. Either of you might have to change jobs if you ever wanted to be anything more than a secret. “She once told me Amane wasn’t even her type,” you sighed, not voicing a single one of the more negative thoughts currently plaguing your mind. Suga squinted when he thought he spotted some doubts in your eyes, but a look at his wristwatch pushed any further pressing on the topic to the back of his mind.

“I have to head back. We’re still on for lunch?”

You plastered an immediate smile. “Naturally.”

“Negativity-“ To your surprise, he lifted a hand to flick a finger against your forehead, making you huff in confusion until you registered his words. “Begone!”

You sighed and nodded, letting him know you wouldn’t dwell too much on it if you could help it.

Sugawara put a hand on your upper arm to support you as he went in to kiss your cheek, before ultimately leaving the room as quickly as he came. Just like usual.

With another heavy sigh reflecting the weight of your heart, you went back to work. Becoming a social worker hadn’t always been the plan, and now you hated how much you loved it.

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A murder in the dorms – MSBY 4 wc 404 – gn!reader, warning: dead rodent

After plucking a long grey hair from your scalp that morning, you were not happy to see a text from Sakusa. The stress of managing those men was draining all colour from your hair.

Please come to the dorm. This is an emergency.

But you love your job, so you were seated in your car and driving to their dorm within two minutes. You hadn’t been to their dorm before, and doing so under these circumstances made you nervous.

You knocked two times before opening the door yourself. The text message did say emergency, and their names were plastered on the door, so you knew you were in the right place.

As you opened the door, four very different, audible reactions came from the room.

Atsumu was clutching a small towel that barely covered his precious bits, seemingly halfway between the bathroom and bedroom. For whatever reason, he was also holding his phone up.

Sakusa stood by an open bedroom door in silk pyjamas with a matching sleeping mask holding up his curls.

Bokuto was holding a frying pan in one hand, standing on the couch and dressed in a hoodie and boxers.

Hinata stood in the kitchen, pouting as he held a volleyball in his shaking hands. You would have taken note of his lack of clothing, too, had you not been distracted by the fact that the volleyball had a splat of red on it.

“I already know I’m going to hate the answer.” You took a deep breath and neither of them dared say a word yet. “But what’s the emergency?”

Sakusa looked around as if expecting any of the others to answer, before sighing and deciding to give you a recap himself. “There was a mouse. Bokuto and Hinata decided it would be smart to try to spike it with a volleyball. It was, unfortunately, and very unexpectedly, successful. There is now a dead mouse in our kitchen.”

Your jaw slowly fell open wider and wider until the end of the explanation, a lump settling in your throat. Sakusa stepped back and closed his bedroom door as if checking out of the situation until he suddenly opened it again a second later.

“Oh, and Atsumu filmed the murder on Instagram live, also catching himself half naked in the hallway mirror.”

Dear god. If you exist, please forgive me. I might lose my job today after killing four cancelled mouse murderers.

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/I did something similar to this once when I was younger because I was so scared of the mouse and home alone, and to this day, my family still calls that event the mouse massacre.

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“What is that?” you asked, pointing at Hinata’s cap like it had personally offended you.

He had it on backwards, seemingly with no idea how good he looked in it. Instead of taking the (hardly) obvious compliment, he nervously chuckled and adjusted the cap in case it looked off. “What do you mean?”

“When did you start wearing caps?” you responded with another question, walking up until you stood right in front of him.

“I got this one yesterday when I was out with Bokuto,” he told you with a noncommittal shrug.

You lifted a hand to adjust the hair that curled around the edge of the hat, your stomach doing flips despite the very simple concept of it.

“You look so hot, it’s criminal.”

Hinata breathed out a heavy breath of relief, a chuckle of disbelief following it. “I thought I was in trouble!” Just as swiftly as the air around you had changed, he pulled you in for a kiss by the loops on your jeans. “Why didn’t you just say you wanted some, baby?”

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someone tell him he’s been searching for 3 hours

*cue matsuhana offering to help look for his glasses just to mess w him*