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First Impressions

Pairing: Shinsuke Kita x f!reader

Prompt/summary: Terrified of meeting your fiancé’s grandmother for the first time, you’re changing as many times as Shinsuke had ever seen you change a shirt before, worrying that you’ll make a poor first impression and worried she may not ever welcome you into the family based off something as major as a first impression. You had no idea how unimportant your worries were going to be as you met the kind older woman and ended up having one of the best Christmas’s that you’d ever had in your life

Word count: 4.4K

Warnings/contents: Fluff

Notes: I’m having a very Kita filled Christmas on my blog this year! I hope you guys like it ❤️ this story is relatively short, but it was so much fun to write for Kita. He’s such a sweetie with his peaceful life on the rice farm. Now if only he were real to really go home for Christmas with. I woke up this morning thinking about finally posting this after working on it and finishing it about a whole month and a half ago and I started to think of next years Christmas post and got mad I have to wait that long to write and post it 😐 curse my brain for not giving me the idea a little sooner, but I still think this post is better than what I was thinking of, especially for Kita 

Enough rambling. I hope you enjoy this ❤️

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For what felt like the hundredth time just this hour, you changed your sweater. The jeans that you wore were comfortable and you thought they looked nice. The problem was that every different sweater you put on made you feel fat, ugly, it was too tight, it was too loose, the color was odd, your hair didn’t match the style— you always came up with an excuse as to why you couldn’t wear the sweater you had on, only to end up putting on the first sweater that you originally put on and took off.

Shinsuke leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a small smile on his face as he watched you adjust the sweater in front of your full-length mirror.

“Are you almost ready to go, darling?” You looked at the man from in the mirror before turning to look at him and gesturing almost frantically to your shirt.

“Do I look ready?”

“Yes.” You huffed and almost made the man laugh as you turned back around and stripped the shirt off. You were worried that you were going to mess up your hair or makeup with all of your changing, but you couldn’t help it. Despite knowing that Shinsuke’s grandmother most likely wasn’t going to be eyeing what you were wearing as a form of judgement, you couldn’t help but worry.

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Your friends often ask how you get your job done, being surrounded by the tall, good-looking men that make up Japan’s volleyball team.

While, yeah, one wink from Atsumu could turn someone to soup and a rare smile from Sakusa could make someone weak in the knees, they weren’t the real distraction.

To you, at least.

No, the real problem was team Japan’s athletic trainer.

Dressed in simple black slacks and a dark polo, Iwaizumi Hajime puts these world class athletes to shame. He’s got this…air about him. Something powerful and commanding, which you suppose is necessary in training Olympians.

(Not to mention he’s got muscles so perfectly toned, they might as well have been sculpted from clay.)

You’ve known Iwaizumi for a little over a year now, your careers in sports medicine often overlapping. He goes to you when his athletes are feeling less than 100%, and you fix them. You, in turn, send healthy or recovered athletes to him so they stay that way.

You’ve corresponded frequently over email and the phone, sure, but now you’re both official staff members for team Japan’s men’s volleyball team. The athletic trainer and the physiotherapist. Now you see him at least four times a week - in person - as the Olympics steadily approach.

In fact, he’d driven you to practice today, picking you up from the clinic and walking into the gymnasium carrying both your bags of equipment.

Because Iwaizumi Hajime isn’t just hotter than a seatbelt buckle on a summer’s day, he’s also nice.

To you, at least.

While he won’t hesitate to bark at men like Ojiro or Ushijima, cut sharp glares at troublemakers like Hoshiumi or Miya, or boss around stubborn types like Kageyama or Sakusa, he’s not like that with you.

When a ball flies anywhere in your general vicinity, he’s there, swatting it away with his clipboard or catching it, whipping it back at whoever’s responsible. When you’re having trouble stuffing your equipment into your bag, he’s holding it shut so you can yank the zipper up. When your water bottle looks like it needs refilling, he’s holding up his empty one (though you swore it was at half a few seconds ago) volunteering to take yours to the fountain.

Worst of all, when it’s loud, he leans closer when you talk to him. Close enough that you can catch a whiff of his cologne, close enough that you can see the flecks of colour in his pretty eyes. He winds a strong arm around you, placing a gentle - respectful - hand on the small of your back to pull you just a little closer.

The warmth of his hand there, the proximity of his face to yours…it never fails to make your heart flutter a little in your chest.

Sure, you’ve currently got your hands all over Bokuto, smoothing kt tape over his thick traps, but you can’t help when your eyes wander to where Iwaizumi is seated, absorbed in the notes on his clipboard.

He just looks so good, the muscles in his arms flexing slightly whenever he moves his pen across the paper, lips pressed into a tight line. He only does that when he’s contemplating something, and you make a note to ask him about it after—

“Why’re you always starin’ at our trainer like that?” Bokuto questions, looking over his shoulder at you. Your face heats up slightly at being called out— you really hadn’t thought you were that obvious. “Do you…like him or something?”

Your hands fall from the athlete’s shoulders as he turns his entire body to look at you now. He doesn’t look or sound like he’s teasing, seeming genuinely curious with his question.

Atsumu, seeming to smell gossip, saunters over with a lopsided grin on his face. “We talkin’ about your obvious crush on Biceps over there?”

“I do not have a crush, Miya,” you lie, absolutely not staring at Iwaizumi’s biceps or admiring the way they strain slightly against his shirt sleeves. “We’re friends. Hajime is my friend.”

Atsumu’s brows raise up behind his bangs as you hand Bokuto his shirt. “Oh, so he’s Hajime, but the two of you are ‘just friends?’”

“Why did you put that in air quotes? It’s true!”

“You still call me Miya, but you’ve touched me more places than any other woman ever! Are you saying Hajime’s touched you in even more places?”

“No! O-of course not!” You sputter, shaking your head. “I don’t like him like that. He’s just too—” You gesture vaguely towards your friend, a frustrated noise slipping past your lips. He’s the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, but like hell you’re going to say that to Miya.

“Too what?” Atsumu prods, grinning widely.

“Too— too tall,” you reason stupidly.

Bokuto just pats your shoulder sympathetically as Atsumu throws his head back, laughing much too loudly. “Too tall? Well, everyone’s the same height in bed.”

“Stop!” You groan, hiding your face behind your hands.

“Miya! Bokuto!” Iwaizumi snaps, a grimace marring those pretty lips of his. “Get your asses over here, water break is over.”

Bokuto and Atsumu exchange a look that says ‘yikes,’ the latter muttering, “Maybe if he gets laid, he’ll go a little easier on us.”

Atsumu flashes you a grin, and you swear your heart stops beating. “Don’t say anything. Atsumu.” You try to plead, but the setter’s already walking away, shooting you a thumbs up. “Atsumu!”

You have the overwhelming urge to melt into the floor. If you weren’t getting paid to take care of them—

You’re forced to look on in horror as Atsumu grips his trainer on the shoulder. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but your stomach drops when he nods his head back towards you.

You pretend to busy yourself, picking up whatever’s closest to you and gagging when it happens to be Bokuto’s forgotten knee pads.

When you look up again, eyes a little watery, your eyes meet Iwaizumi’s.

Hajime’s.

Your hot, very nice friend Hajime. Who carries your bags and smells like expensive cologne. Whose face seems stuck in a permanent grimace, though it always softens into a smile when he picks you up in the afternoon for practice.

Your hot, very nice friend Hajime who smirks a little as Atsumu walks away. Who keeps eye contact with you as he lifts the hem of his shirt to swipe at the sweat on his bottom lip, granting you a peek at the defined ridges of his abs—

Your very hot, very nice friend Hajime who is walking over to you now, holy shit.

“Hey.”

You toss the kneepads away, swiping your hands across your pants and trying your best to fix your hair. “Hi.”

He shifts his weight a little, gaze flickering over your face. Your brows, the slope of your nose, your lips, as if he’s studying you. “You free later today?”

You blink a few times. “I—”

“Great, I’ll pick you up at seven. For dinner.”

You nod and relax a little (barely). Dinner is okay. Dinner is easy. You’ve had dinner with your very hot, very nice friend Hajime before. Maybe you’ll stop by a few street vendors or grab some indulgent fast food.

He nods once, gently touching your arm. “So it’s a date. Wear something nice.”

Wait—

What?

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i didnt need this but i did

to tell them apart when they were babies mama miya used to make her boys giggle because atsumu squeals when he laughs, and his whole face scrunches up with his smile. osamu on the other hand yells before biting one of his feet cause he doesnt know what to do when hes so happy!!

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sakusa and i twinning by pinning notes to our walls <33 bby i would be scared to give you a special note too 😐

it’s 12:23 pm, and kiyoomi is loosing his mind — silently.

valentines day is today, and sakusa knows from experience that whenever the holiday comes around, you make little pink cards for the entire class and hand them out with pink lollipops.

he’s been in the same homeroom as you since the beginning of elementary school, up to now, your last year before you graduate to junior high.

in other words, omi has five — and hopefully soon to be six — pink valentines day cards pinned to the wall in his bedroom, each one with his name scribbled a little neater as the years went on and your handwriting improved.

but this year, sakusa isn’t only hoping for another card; he’s hoping for a special one. a card that has more than a prewritten happy valentines day, with his name scribbled at the top, and a love, y/n at the bottom.

he wants one that you’ve secretly given to a select few throughout the years; the ones that were boasted around the schoolyard, despite your wishes to have them remain discreet.

ones that he pushed into tiny mobs of boys his age to see, where one of the boys would be showing the card around, grinning as if he’d won a free ice cream.

a card that has a special message on it, different for whoever receives it.

he wants one really bad, and he’s wanted one since year two, when you shooed away the boys that were trying to get omi to roll around in the mud with them. he’s wanted it even more since year four, when you caught his eye during lunch, and invited him over to your desk to have some of your food.

but it was last year — year five — that he swore to himself that he had to get one of those cards, when you asked him to touch his hair. he nodded quickly, and you gently picked up one of the strands, twisting it around your fingers. 

he remembers you whispering, they’re so soft, before ooh’s and ahh’s filled the classroom, and the two of you turned bright red.

he watches as you go desk to desk, shuffling through the plastic bag on your arm, handing each student a pink envelope and a lollipop. you’re almost to him, and sakusa hides his fidgeting hands beneath the desk.

he looks around the class, noticing that this time, everyone has a pink envelope. the special ones are usually a different colour, like the yellow ones from year one, or the purple ones from year three.

are you not handing out them out this year?

omi’s heart squeezes, but he wills himself to breathe, slowly looking up when your shoes stop in front of his desk.

“hi omi!” you beam, smiling at him, before rummaging through your bag. he watches as you accidentally pull out two envelopes, one red and one pink.

wait- is he gonna get a special one — a red one? even though nobody else—

you drop the red one in the bag and nervously hand him a pink one along with a lolipop, quickly shuffling away to the next person — but not before his mind takes a screenshot of the cursive scribble that was on the red envelope.

later on, he finds out that nobody got a special envelope that day, and omi doesn’t dare tell a soul that there was indeed a red envelope in that bag.

when he gets home, kiyoomi asks his mom to write out his name in cursive. she gives him a look that says okay..? but does it regardless, eyeing him between each letter. 

he folds the paper in half, and waits until he reaches his room before opening it.

in all honesty, kiyoomi has no idea how to read cursive, but it doesn’t matter; not when his (cursive) name, is near identical to the one he remembers on the red envelope.

kiyoomi, the envelope had written on it. 

kiyoomi, with two little hearts over the i’s.

though no one got a special envelope that day, kiyoomi knows that there was in fact a special one in there, one reserved especially for him; and you were too nervous to give it to him.

he buries his face in his pillow, and screams.

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Oikawa is a flirt. Evey girl in Miyagi Prefecture knows that. With his increasing number of fangirls, everyone would think that Oikawa finds is easy to walk up to a girl and ask her out, right?

Wrong

While Oikawa does have many fangirls, he doesn't give the girls high hopes. He refers to them as "All of you are so sweet" and not refer them to one person. He is thankful for his fans because they help encourage him to play begter, but there is one person who was truly there with him from the start. Since he was just a baby, she was there for him and they grew up together. He knew her longer than he's known Iwaizumi Hajime.

She's (l/n) (y/n).

(Y/n)'s different. Oikawa loves her with all his heart and soul, and he treasures her more than anything. Others would think Oikawa prioritizes volleyball more than anything, but they didn't know that it is (y/n) who always comes first. Oikawa is ready to drop the ball and rush out of the gym and sprint to wherever (y/n) is to come and see her and make sure she's alright.

Oikawa himself is aware that he has a crush on (y/n). Iwaizumi doesn't have to point it out because he can feel the so called "butterflies" in his stomach whenever she's near. She makes him smile just by being in the same room as him. (Y/n) treats him with so much love and care, Oikawa sometimes thinks he doesn't deserve an angel like her in his life.

Oikawa is pretty confident, he knows how to talk to a girl... Except (y/n).

He gets all shy and flustered whenever she's around. He doesn't know how to ask her out, even though the two hang hung out so many times.

Oikaw gets jealous since he's aware that guys around school are asking her on dates but she declined them. He has a small bit of hope that (y/n) also likes him back.

"Crappykawa! Just serve the ball already!!"

Oikawa was snapped out of his thoughts when Iwaizumi shouts at him. The brunette blinks a few times and stopped staring at (y/n), who is doing her homework in the gym. He found himself standing in the middle of the court with the ball on his hand as he prepared to serve.

Oikawa panicked and did a serve but it made contact with the net. He sighed and ran a hand through his fluffy brown locks, earning (y/n)'s attention.

(Y/n) saw the slightly frustrated look on his face so she gave him a soft smile and a thumbs up.

Oikawa can feel his heart beat increase, and it's not even because they've been practicing for a while. He smiled and waved at her.

"Ok let's take a fifteen minute break!" Coach Irihata announced and the boys did not hesitate to go to the sidelines and sit down and gulp their waters down.

(Y/n) closed her notebook and set it to the side as she got up and approached Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Matsukawa, who are all standing together by the side.

"Hi guys!" (Y/n) happily beamed with a huge smile on her face, her eyes shining underneath the gym lights.

"H-H-Hi (y/n)-chan!" Oikawa stutters. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow at him, "You ok Tōru?"

"Y-Yeah I'm f-fine," Oikawa stuttered once more. (Y/n) hums as she noticed the brunette's face turning red, so she placed the back of her palm on his forehead to feel any fever.

"Your face is all red, but you're not having a fever," (y/n) muttered.

"He's fine (y/n)," Matsukawa said as he, Hanamaki and Iwaizumi are snickering. (Y/n) gave the three boys a confused look, Iwaizumi almost wants to tell her that Oikawa likes her because of how cute and innocent she looks.

"Jeez don't give us that look (y/n). You're being cute," Iwaizumi said as he lightly pinched (y/n)'s cheek. The girl smiles widely as Hanamaki pats her head.

Oikawa frowned when he noticed that his friends are becoming very touchy with his crush. He whines out and wrapped his arms around (y/n), pulling her to his chest and nestling his face in the crook of his neck.

(Y/n) giggled and ran her fingers through Oikawa's hair, slightly ruffling it.

"Just date already, please," Makki snickered.

Now it was (y/n)'s turn to blush from what her friend said, and Oikawa playfully glares at Makki.

Iwaizumi noticed how (y/n) blushed because of Hanamaki's not-so-innocent joke. "Do you like Shittykawa, (y/n)?" Iwaizumi asked with a smirk, knowing full well what the answer is.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened as her blush intensifies.

"Iwaizumi!" she whined and hid her face.

"Y-You're so mean Iwa-chan! You made sweet little (y/n) embarrass," Oikawa coos, tightening his grip around the girl's waist. (Y/n) refused to uncover her face for she is 100% sure that she is extremely red at this point.

"Wow you guys are so cute," Matsun sarcastically said as the three other third years eyed (y/n) and Oikawa with smirking faces.

Oikawa glares at them and turns (y/n) so that she's facing him. "You're still coming over to my place after practice right? Mom is inviting you to dinner remember?" he asked. "Yeah. I remember," (y/n) nodded her head and smiled up at him.

Oikawa smiled at her and lightly squeezed her cheeks before letting her face go. He took another gulp from his water.

The five of them chatted with each other and wasted their fifteen minute break. Makki, Matsun and Iwa are all playfully flirting with (y/n) while Oikawa sits by the side with an evident pout on his face.

He's made girls swoon over him before, why was it so hard with (y/n)? Oh right, cause Oikawa is in love with her and he wants to do things right with her.

Soon coach has asked the boys to resume practice and (y/n) smiled at the third years. "Good luck boys," she smiled.

"Cheer for me the loudest ok cutie-chan?" Oikawa winks at her. "Duh," (y/n) giggles as she returns to her previous spot.

Oikawa smiles widely at her before turning his head to his friends and pouts at them. "Quit making that face, Oikawa," Makki scoffed as Iwaizumi shoved a ball to Oikawa's hands.

"No! You guys were flirting with (y/n)-chan! You know how much I like her, and you guys are making her fall in love with you!" Oikawa pouts as he starts trashing around.

The three rolled their eyes at the captain. "Stop being so dramatic, Shittykawa. (Y/n) likes you," Iwaizumi mutters.

"She likes me too?!?" Oikawa asked with so much happiness as his ehes shine.

The referree whistled, the four third years scrambled off to their position.

"She likes me too?!?" (Y/n) heard Oikawa ask the other third years. She can feel her heart aching at the thought of Oikawa liking someone else.

Toms of girls crowd around the brunette om a daily basis and (y/n) knows that someday, one of those girls will catch his attention.

Iwaizumi is the only one who knows (y/n) has a crush on the captain. He squeezed the truth out of her when the three of them planned to watch a movie and the captain was late.

Since that day, Iwaizumi's been trying to convince her to tell Oikawa what she really feels but she always ignore his words.

(Y/n) smiled as she watched as Oikawa served perfectly and she cheered for him. "That one was for you (y/n)-chan!" Oikawa said. The girl blushed madly, not expecting the brunette to do that. She playfully rolled her eyes at him before she continued watching them practice.

Two sets later, the coach finally dismissed the boys. They all started cleaning up the gym and (y/n) decides to help them by collecting the balls and place them in their basket.

"(Y/n)-chaannn," Oikawa's sweet and cheerful voice filled her eardrums and she suddenly felt warm arms snake around her waist. "How did I do? I was amazing right?" he asked.

"You're always amazing Tōru. You're definitely the best setter out there, so hardworking and passionate," (y/n) said as she cups Oikawa's cheeks.

The brunette's eyes widened in surprise. He didn't expect her to say such kind and warm words at a moment like this. It just made him fall in love with her even more.

Oikawa leams closer to her touch and smiled at her.

"Oh yeah, right. Come on, we gotta go home," Oikawa said as he held (y/n)'s hand in his. "Wait, we atill need to clean up the gym," (y/n) frowned as she motioned to the rest of the team.

"I talked to Iwa-chan and he said he's letting me leave early," Oikawa said. "O-Ok," (y/n) said. She placed the balls in the basket before she grabbed her bag. The two bid goodbye to the rest of the team before Oikawa's intertwined their fingers once more and they walked to his house.

"Thank you in advance for inviting me to dinner tonight," (y/n) said. "We always invite you to have dinner with us," Oikawa chuckled. "Yeah, but I still feel the need to thank you every time. Your family are all so kind to me, you guys treat me like I'm one of your own," (y/n) said. Honestly the thought of marrying Oikawa amd becoming an official member of the family excites (y/n). Mrs Oikawa even asks her if she does have feelings for the brunette.

"Your family treats me the same (y/n)-chan. Both of our families love us and treat us well," Oikawa chuckled.

(Y/n) smiled up at him.

It didn't take long before the two finally arrived Oikawa's place and the brunette opens the door for them. "Mom? I'm home," Oikawa announced his presence.

His mother popped up from the kitchen and smiled when she saw (y/n). "Oh (y/n), dear, welcome back," Mrs Oikawa gushed as she rushed over to give the girl a hug. "Hello Mrs Oikawa, thanks for iniviting me," (y/n) smiled as she accepts the warm embrace.

"Of course. You're always welcome here in our home," Mrs Oikawa smiled as she pats (y/n)'s head, "How are you? How are your studies? Are your parents doing ok?"

"Mom! Your son's right here!" Oikawa frowned. "Oh shush you big baby," Mrs Oikawa said before focusing her attention back to (y/n). "I'm doing good, as well as my parents. My studies are all good too, struggling and crying here and there, but I managed things so far," (y/n) answered.

"Ok sweetie. How about you to go up wit Tōru's room and rest while I finish making dinner for us," Mrs Oikawa said. "Let me help you Mrs Oikawa," (y/n) offered but the lady kindly declined. "I can do it, dear. You should go rest, dinner will be ready in a few minutes," Mrs Oikawa said.

"Come on (y/n)-chan," Oikawa said as he drags the girl up to his room and sat her down on his bed, him following after.

"Mom missed having you around," Oikawa said. "Yeah I can tell," (y/n) giggled, "Mom missed you too. Maybe you can have dinner at my place this weekend," she adds.

"Oh yes, I'd love that," the brunette smiled.

(Y/n) giggled as she looked around Oikawa's room. She noticed several pictures up on his desk. There were pictures of him with hus family, him with his team back in junior high, him with his current team, him with Iwaizumi and (y/n), and then about two pictures of just Oikawa and (y/n).

(Y/n) giggled when she saw a photo of them when they were kids, she picked it up and examined it. "Gosh. We were so young back then," she comments, eyes landing on Oikawa's dorky kid face.

"Yeah," Oikawa smiles, "You still had braces back then."

"Thank God I don't have it now," (y/n) said, "I look ao ugly when I had them."

"Oh shush. Even if you still have braces up to this day, you still look cute," Oikawa said, ruffling her hair playfully. "You're just saying that," (y/n) waved her hand and put the fram back on his desk.

"I'm being serious (y/n)-chan. You're the most beautiful girl I've everaid eyes on. You're so sweet, kind, loving, caring, smart... You're my ideal dream girl," Oikawa said.

He doesn't know it but his words knocked the air out of (y/n)'s system, her eyes widening because of his words.

"I'd date you if you'd let me," Oikawa whispered, thinking (y/n) didn't hear him.

"Then ask me out on a date then," (y/n) said, looking into the brunette's eyes.

Oikawa's eyes widened as he lets out a sigh of relief. "Y-You...."

"Oikawa, I've been waiting for you to ask me out for such a long time now. I like you, you idiot!" (Y/n) said.

"I-I like you too (y/n)-chan! Oh, this is the happiest day of my life!" Oikawa happily beams as he hugs the girl in his arms and spun her around, happy cheers escaped both of their lips.

"Will you go on a date with me? This Friday, after school?"

"Wait you have practice then," (y/n) reminds him. "Oh for once, screw practice. The boys can handle it without me," Oikawa waved his hand before holding (y/n)'s and he looked into her eyes. "Please?"

"Of course, Tōru! Of course I'll go out with you!" (Y/n) smiled and allowed the brunette to hug her once more.

"Thank you (y/n)-chan. Thank you so much," Oikawa smiled and pressed a kiss on her temple before staring into her eyes lovingly. "So what do you wanna do this Friday? Watch a movie, go to a restaurant? Get ice cream? Go to the arcade? What, tell me," Oikawa said.

(Y/n) giggled. "Dude it's Tuesday, we still have three more days. You gotta relax," She said.

"S-Sorry," Oikawa apologizes. "It's ok. It's cute," (y/n) smiled as she ruffled his hair and lead him with her back to his bed. The two sat down and cuddled with each other until Mrs Oikawa called them for dinner.

Oikawa excitedly held (y/n)'s hand as they walked back to the dining room, where Mr and Mrs Oikawa, Tōru's sister and Takeru are waiting.

"I'm going on a date with (y/n)-chan!!" The brunette happily announces.

"Tōru!" (Y/n) scolds while she slapped his arm. "That's great news, you two," Mrs Oikawa smiled at the two.

"Congrats," Mr Oikawa adds, "Finally. Tōru's been asking me for some advice on how to ask you out, but I can already tell he's been chickening out."

"Dad!" Oikawa pouts.

"Now Tōru can stop whining to me about you," Takeru said. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow at him.

Takeru clears his throat and behan immitating the setter. "Oh Takeru, (y/n)-chan is so perfect! Her smile brightens my day, she's so gorgeous, she looks like a Goddess! She knows me better than anyone, oh how I wish I could just tell her how I feel and--"

"Shut up! Why are you guyd ganging up on me?" Oikawa whines.

(Y/n) laughed along with the family. "Welcome to the family (y/n)," Oikawa's older sister smiles warmly at her, "Now Tōru can finally stop asking me to ask you if you have feelings for him."

"Well Iwaizumi-san is the only one who knows that I like Tōru so--"

"Iwa-chan knows?!?" Oikawa screamed, "The betrayal!"

"Oh shush. Iwa-san's my friend too, and he made me tell him that I like you," (y/n) said.

"I should've forced Iwa-chan to tell me that you have feelings for me," Oikawa muttered.

"Yeah. Do that and you'll have a few broken bones," (y/n) as they all start eating dinner after thanking for the food.

Iwaizumi is walking home all by himself when he suddenly sneezed. He rubs his nose with the back of his hand before muttering, "Why do I feel like someone is talking about me?"

[sakusakiyoomishandsanitizer]

besties i think you should put something in my ask box (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

pretty please

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im a whole picrew fanatic so here you go :D

tagging: anyone who wants to (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

It’s Picrew Time!

Hey everyone, during a mental crisis I always end up going here and share with you the result. 

It seems that I look like an asshole depressed person when people find me thinking infact this is the result 😂

Share your result, link here!

tagging @jin-mowi @xsugarysweetsx​ @noritoshiikamo @chososupremacy @nkogneatho​ @wallpapersandstuff @fyodamn @whorefordazai @castleoikawa​ @sugawara-sweetheart​  @laraazoldyck​ + anyone else

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im in love with this omg

<special> 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

“Morning mama” Haru, ever since he was a baby, was always the first one to wake up

“good morning bub, how was your sleep?” you asked as you placed grilled fish and soup on the table

“It was good, although it was hard for me to sleep because I was so excited for today” Haruto was the soft-spoken one but he spoke very clearly

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sped through this one but you get the point hbd bby 🥺❤

Happy Birthday to

Toru Oikawa

(27)

Professional pussy pounder

San Juan Argentinian League

Aoba Josai Grad

(based on that one photo @sakusakiyoomishandsanitizer made 👀)

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crying brb

WHEN THEIR DAUGHTER TELLS THEM THAT SHE DOESN’T NEED THEIR HELP (HQ)

↱ includes: atsumu, oikawa, bokuto

↱ genre//warnings: fluff, domestic, hq dads <3 // atsumu is a tease

↱ wc: 0.9k

an: i just love when they are loving fathers yk?

reblogs are highly appreciated :DD

✿ MIYA ATSUMU

“I don’t need ya, daddy”

Atsumu felt a pang in his chest as he watched her little girl getting on her toes to reach her favorite candy and successfully doing it.

His arms were already reaching for her small body to keep her steady. Just in case he thought, but there was no need.  “Sorry baby! Sometimes your silly dad forgets what a big girl you are.” Your husband chuckles nervously at your six-year-old daughter who smiles proudly at you both.

Atsumu’s eyes drift to the flask and his face lightens a bit “Here, let me open it for you, girly—”

Your daughter moves her price away from your husband’s grip with a cute little frown. “I can do it!” She says, before opening it, not before letting out a few grunts. “See?!”

“Yeah…”

Humming happily your daughter leaves the room and you watch with a sympathetic smile at your husband, who follows her with a heavy stare, almost nostalgic.

“You okay, ‘Tsumu?” you coo, dragging him out of his trance. To hide the strange feeling that was building up in his stomach, he brings back his smug self.

“Yeah! Why wouldn’t I?! Our little girl is just…growing.” he says the last part with a little crack in his voice. But he is quickly brushing his teary eyes away and fixing his blonde locks.

Rolling your eyes, you simply  ignore him.  You go back to wash the dishes when a pair of large, rough  hands grip your hips.

Trying to look behind you, you catch a glimpse of Miya Atsumu’s pouty face resting on top of your shoulder blade. You can’t help giggling softly at the image until he leans closer to your ear, huffing.

“Let’s have another one, please.”

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