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yacoka · 4 years ago

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爱 (love)

pairing — ushijima wakatoshi x reader

genre — fluff

beta — @doughnuts-5ever

note(s) — happy birthday to my star, my sun, my love @luvnami

-ˏˋ please reblog if you enjoyed this! ˊˎ-

ushijima wakatoshi is a firm believer in routine.

routine builds discipline, discipline builds good habits, and good habits build a good life.

but as he lays there watching you sleep next to him, he decides that maybe just once, just today, routine can stand to be put on hold. just for one day, he could skip out on his daily morning run. especially on this day.

it’s a choice he makes willingly. and it wasn’t a sacrifice; to call it a sacrifice was to imply he was giving up something for something worse. you were not just something, and you certainly weren’t worse.

you were, simply put, you.

wakatoshi inches ever so slightly towards you and the slight movement has you shifting into him, curling into his side, resting your head in the juncture where his shoulder and neck meet. and wakatoshi knows he’s a man renowned for being an absolute powerhouse, a strong, seemingly invincible monster, but here in the bed he shares with you, he’s nothing more than a mere mortal, blessed by the presence of pure divinity curled up in his embrace.

he’s sent a thousand prayers to the gods above, thanking them for deeming him worthy enough of your love and affection, and in the early morning silence punctuated only by your soft breathing he offers up another one. there isn’t anything in the world he could think of that was better than you, not even volleyball.

every breath he feels you exhale onto his chest fuels the ever-burning flames of love he nurtures for you, and he knows no better happiness than this. to love you, and to be loved by you.

wakatoshi has memorized every curve of your body, every sloping line, every little mark that consists of you. it’s a habit at this point, committing every little piece he can get of you to memory. he refuses, he rejects, the idea of letting any of you slip away from him, so he has a little mental box engraved with your name to store the essence of you in it.

and now he counts the individual strands of eyelash that flutter, the way the corners of your mouth twitches ever so slightly. three years and eight months of being together has him recognizing these are tells of your slow awakening. next, you'll scrunch your nose a little before your jaw tightens ever so slightly; and there it is, he smiles softly as you do exactly just that.

a small hum escapes you, and wakatoshi takes that as his cue to press his customary morning kiss to your forehead.

“morni’ toshi,” you mumble out, burrowing your face into his warm chest.

he tightens his arms around you, bringing you even closer into him.

“morning, my love,” he presses another kiss to your head. “happy birthday.”

he feels you stiffen for a second, before melting once more.

“it’s my bir’day, huh?”

“it is,” he kisses you once more. “happy birthday.”

“than’ you, toshi.” he feels, more than he sees, you smile and press a kiss to his chest. “love you.”

“i love you too.”

#ushijima x reader #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #ushijima wakatoshi

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tear22voltronshipping · 3 years ago

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I was part of @pidgeangstbang this year!

Story by @nerdiekatie and @paige-turning

Beta by @doughnuts-5ever

You can read the fic here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35662894

Ratings: Teen and Up

Warning Tags: Seizures, Brain Damage, Survival, Matt Holt-Centric

#my art #pidge angst bang 2021 #voltron pidge #voltron

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pidgeangstbang · 3 years ago

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Title: Manual Reset

Authors: @nerdiekatie and @paige-turning

Beta: @doughnuts-5ever

Artist: @tear22voltronshipping

Ratings: Teen and Up

Warning Tags: Seizures, Brain Damage, Survival

Summary: “There’s just Matt, an empty room, and the knowledge that humans can only go three days without water.”

A crash strands Pidge and Matt on a desert planet. With Pidge out of commission, Matt works alone to keep them alive.

Fic Masterpost:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35662894

Artwork Masterpost:

https://tear22voltronshipping.tumblr.com/post/670380137463889920/i-was-part-of-pidgeangstbang-this-year-story-by

#submission #pidge angst bang 2021

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seijch · 4 years ago

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hi im about to spam u (so sorry) but ive been too scared to read doomsday until now and im so glad i finally did becasue dude. Dude. its so much. "It’s as the sky bleeds from orange to pale blue that it hits." i loveeee how you incorperated such small moments like the hot chocolate and the ily + i know... be even here just the thought of your Last Sunrise is heartbreaking, but to /realize/ your own end coming in that moment, especially watching the soft sunrise... oof.

HI!!! omg when you sent this i was like . abt to sleep but i read this before i did and went irl 🥺🥺 and then also passed out before i could formulate a response sjfksdfds

anyway!! my response to your asks (i hope i got them all but!!) will be under the cut bc i dont know how to shut up ❤

a lot of the way the interactions in doomsday unfold are honestly BECAUSE tsukki and the reader are (i mean first of all, theyre tsukki and the reader with all that comes with) fully aware that:

they have abt a full day of life left

theres nothing that can be done to elongate that time or avoid death altogether

its not like some young adult novel where a group of ragtag teenagers save the world; its the tale of two adults who have had time to come to terms with the fact that their lives and the lives of everyone they know will end soon (and once again everything that THAT comes with). its why i rlly enjoyed juxtaposing the nice weather w the crippling realization of their own mortality 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻

"you try to stress your words, make it absolutely clear that you’ve never meant anything like you mean this" this is HEARTBREAKING in a whole miryad of different ways - for a realtionship u establish as one with so many things unsaid but still understood, but here to have her say this so desperately?? like she feels this its too big to leave between the lines? it doesnt matter that he knows, she needs to say it and needs him to hear it UGH IM SAD AGAIN

IM SO GLAD YOU POINTED THIS ONE OUT!! this is EASILY one of my favorite parts of the whole fic mostly bc its something i go thru a lot? like im the definition of that tweet abt never making any damn sense but ESP when it comes to my i love yous or other serious things...i say it a lot and yes i mean it every time! but sometimes i MEAN it and i never quite know how to properly express that kinda thing.

i think its especially big for the reader in the context of the world ending and in the context of their relationship with tsukishima to have that moment of transparency and complete sincerity for the EXACT reasons you described!!!

"It’s hollow; neither of you have been under the delusion that this was anything but." u said u werent sure about his characterisation but this screams tsukki to me. cuz hes blunt and i dont think he would lie to himself about something like this especially. and even when she tries just for a moment to pretend, he just shows her /no, its ok, this is the truth and we have to die with it/... nah it vibes dude. hes such a interesting character for this idea too? because hes not sappy or anything +

so his tears hurt so much more... oof. "This is my goodbye, he says with more than words." this just... i have so many feelings about this. cuz to me hes totally someone who shows affection through small actions when he cant find the words to match his emotions? so this is like a 4-book-saga laying out his emotions cuz he doesnt quite have the words to say it out loud and theyre out of time. its desperate, but not sad desperate? like its the end but its just him making sure shes knows everything

ok first of all THANK YOU for saying that bc i wrote him being more vulnerable than i think we rlly see in any tsukki not like ... in junior high LMAO and immediately after i felt my characterization alarms ringing ... like yk those natural disaster alarms? thats the vibe...

but i had one of those Moments where i was no longer the one writing and it was the characters themselves just telling me what to say and how to say it nsfsfsd so im rlly glad it worked! and tbh when the concept first grabbed me by the collar i was juggling a few different characters around in my head but i think i made the right choice in the end. its like you said -- hes not a particularly sappy type and hes always been more grounded in reality imo than some of the other characters (another contender for this fic was akaashi but i realized i do NOT have any solid grasp of his character that isnt from fandom interpretation which is a double edged sword tbh)

and honetly i was ok until "If you’re going to take me out, do it in style, you’d said to him, once. So he does." and then i was all of a sudden crying. and the "stripped down to your bare selves" like theyre just being incinerated together and IM- NO WRODS JUST FEELINGS. i think the best thing about this is how unrushed it feels? and it hurts and its aching but they Know. +

and theyve come to some form of peace with it so when it does come, they can focus on eachother and not the end oh im gonna cry again. this was so gracefully put together, thank u for this. i might reread it and cry again, amazing work 😭💕

i didnt touch on it above bc i wanted to do it here but yes!!!! the absolute fucking DESPERATION felt by both parties in that last minute (which idk if you read my tags on the fic proper but 11:59 was originally one segment before i took those last couple paragraphs and made them the very last second ... i think i made the right choice? it rlly does scream FINAL to me) is SO poignant. all of the walls and hidden meanings fall away because in the end theyre all they have left, dying in each others arms at the very end of it all.

this full REVIEW honestly made me so happy to hear esp on a piece i wasnt quite sure how to feel about at first,, thank you 🤝🏻🤝🏻 i hope you have/had a wonderful day!!!!

OK EDIT BC I JUST SAW THIS COMIC SOMEONE MADE ON IG AND ITS NOT THE MOST RELEVANT BUT ANSWERING THIS PUT ME IN A TSUKISHIMA MOOD SO HERE

#fave #man seeing this in my inbox had me go irl keyboard smash i was like HUH #you literally read my damn mind every step of the way and all i gotta say (coherently) is THANK YOU #i feel SEEN and HEARD mndfdsf #💌 love letters #doughnuts-5ever

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starrysamu · 3 years ago

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hey u thinkin about u today hope u are thriving n all that good stuff <3333 -moo

@doughnuts-5ever wya chef i hope YOU'RE thriving and miss u ):

#moo ♡

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lnarizakis · 5 years ago

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if ghosts could even love

masterlist

pairing: yamaguchi tadashi x fem!reader x tsukishima kei

foreword: hi! this piece was definitely out of my comfort zone, but really fun to write! this is an angsty guardian angel au. it is another attempt at angst since the only thing i’m pretty much decent at is fluff. so here i am, continuing to practice angst! this is also one of my first attempts at “aesthetic formatting,” so please go easy on me, hahah. thank you to @doughnuts-5ever for beta-reading! i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 1.6k

look out for: themes referring to death, mentions of suicide and manga spoilers, unrequited love, angst

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Warm air hit his face, and he was instantly met with a blinding light that shines even through his eyelids that he has to squeeze his eyes more shut than they already were. He couldn’t breathe, but he felt as free as an angel flying in the sky. Perhaps he was one. It seemed like a dream—to be up in the heavens, lying on the clouds; but when he opened his eyes ever so slowly, the pink and white and purple and yellow surrounding him like a flurry made him realize that he most definitely was not on Earth, but maybe, just maybe, he was in Heaven.

“Welcome to Heaven,” a voice boomed in his head, but it didn’t ring in his ears, shaking his being like all his mortal fears did when he was still alive. He’s...dead? But his soul felt so alive, he couldn’t possibly fathom that he was actually dead.

“Your good intentions on Earth did not go unnoticed,” the voice rang again. He looked around for the source of the message, but all he could find within the vast space of clouds and sky was himself— or, at least, what he thought was himself. He attempted to look down at his feet, but there were no feet in sight. It was just his soul, the empty ghost of what was once a former pinch server, captain, student, and best friend. “You are allowed to look over one person on earth for the rest of their life. You must have choose wisely; you are to watch over this person for the rest of your life. Who shall you choose?”

Without hesitation, he spoke out loud (if ghosts could even talk), “My best friend, Tsukishima Kei.”

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A flurry of bright colors covered his entire vision, and they turned darker and darker as they mixed with one another. The blizzard vanished before him, and he stood in front of his best friend, who sat at the edge of his bed. The lights of his bedroom were turned off, and through the closed blinds of the single window he could see that it was nighttime.

The ghost of a former friend leapt towards Tsukishima, in an attempt to hug him, but passed through his body like the spirit he was. There was certainly no way he could make contact with him at all. Tsukishima leaned forward, hands covering his face to mask his pained expression. As he groaned into his palms, the door to his bedroom slowly creaked open, revealing the shadowed figure of his older brother.

“Kei, are you okay?” He made his way towards his younger brother, only to be stopped by a stern “Leave.” Kei didn’t even turn around to look at his brother’s retreating figure.

“Tsukki, I’m right here,” the ghost called out. He was met with no reply—he was only a soul, after all. Tsukishima coudn’t possibly hear him. From behind his bedroom door, both Kei and the ghost could hear the older brother tell Kei that Tadashi’s—whoever that was—family had planned for his funeral to be the following week. A funeral? The soul made his way to reside next to Tsukishima’s hunched form, comforting him in any way he could.

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On the day of the funeral, Tsukishima showed up in a loose black suit and a tie. His head hung low, not wanting to partake in any second of this moment. The ghost thought he looked nice. As he made his way towards his best friend’s grave, Tsukishima made eye contact with a girl around his age whose tears for the deceased had already stained her cheeks for everyone to see. She turned towards Tsukishima, and the spirit who accompanied him felt a pang of familiarity in all the corners of his otherworldly body. Something about her just looked so, so familiar. Her name was on the tip of his tongue (if ghosts could even have tongues). There was no way for him to remember who she was.

“Hi, (L/N),” Tsukishima said, walking towards the girl. She wrapped her arms around his torso, but he made no movement of hugging her back. She sobbed into his chest, heaving out words she didn’t know she was saying. From behind the tear-stained girl, the mother of whom the ghost suspected was Tadashi joined the two and held out an envelope in front of Tsukishima.

“It’s for you,” she commented, as Tsukishima accepted the letter. The girl, whose name the ghost learned was (L/N), let go of her hold on Tsukishima and stood by him, watching him open the letter. He pulled out a sheet of paper that looked like it was impulsively ripped out of a math notebook on a lonely Thursday night. The handwriting looked familiar to the ghost, as if he had written out the message himself, but he had no memory of writing out a depressing suicide note like that. Tsukishima’s eyes slowly scanned the letter in front of him, but it was hard to read the ink towards the bottom of the paper that began to mix with the salty tears that dropped from his chin.

(L/N) held out her own letter, telling Tsukishima that she received one from him as well. She allowed him to read it, and the contents of it shocked him. His eyes widened, not believing a single thing Tadashi had written or her. The ghost’s best friend turned towards (L/N), who still looked ethereal as ever despite her puffy eyes and ruined makeup. She choked back a sob as she nodded, squeezing her eyes shut to keep more tears from letting out. Tsukishima looked at the ground, mumbling out, “I never knew.”

She said it was okay.

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Several days later, it seemed like Tsukishima’s life returned to normal. In fact, it seemed livelier than usual, like an array of colors lit up his whole world. Maybe it was because he started dating (L/N), whom the ghost had come to know as (Y/N), brightening up his darkened canvas with the new warm colors in his life. Maybe dating her was his way of coping with his loss.

It hurt the ghost terribly, for her beauty had stirred his ghostly heart to begin beating once again. The ghost could see the way her laugh brought shades of yellow into Tsukishima’s life, and how her smile shined a pure white wherever she went. Whenever she hugged Tsukishima from behind to surprise him, or whenever she grabbed both of his hands to show him her support, shades of pink and red were splattered onto the canvas of his life. It seemed to the ghost that because of his death, a new beginning came for Tsukishima.

New feelings (if ghosts could even produce the merest of feelings) also rose within the ghost himself as he too began to fall in love with (Y/N). These feelings, though, were so familiar despite only having known her for several days; it was like he had been in love with her before. He felt so at home with these feelings—it was like falling in love with her was what he had always wanted; what he had longed for as an empty soul.

What the ghost had come to realize was that he was Tadashi and that he used to love (Y/N) while he was alive. He didn’t know what to do with this new information—or perhaps old information, and that he was to inevitably learn this—but he knew what to make of it. Tadashi had to understand that he never told (Y/N) how he felt, resulting in these feelings of his still burning alive even after his death on Earth.

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(Y/N) clung to Tsukishima’s side just like how a similar someone did to him while he was still alive. It was almost like she was a replacement for him. She was so constantly around him that it seemed like Tadashi was not only watching over Tsukishima, but also (Y/N). He observed her every quirk and learned all of her expressions. Tadashi knew just how in love with Tsukishima (Y/N) was, but the boyfriend himself couldn’t see it.

Tadashi could vividly remember one rainy Thursday afternoon, an instance in which he was so pained to be so in love yet so out of reach for (Y/N). Through the open blinds of the one window of his bedroom he could probably count each rain droplet that was stuck to the glass in the time the two were cuddled up on Tsukishima’s bed. He was fast asleep, tired out of his mind from the busy morning he had. (Y/N), though, was awake but slowly falling into a deep slumber in the warmth of his arms. Tadashi could remember her eyes—oh, her eyes—that were so in love with the boy in front of her, and he knows that if he were still alive he could give her the same kind of affection that she gave him. It hurt knowing, and it hurt that he could only imagine.

It hurt Tadashi’s soul seeing (Y/N) so in love with Tsukishima. It hurt knowing that he was in love with his best friend’s girlfriend. It hurt how he could never tell (Y/N) he loved her (if ghosts could even fall in love). Even while he was still alive. Oh, how he loved her while hew as alive. She made him feel as free as a bird up in the sky and as alive as a raging fire whose sparks crackled and flamed up in the night. It was so ironic how now, as an angel so free up in the heavens, he felt trapped inside a cage. Trapped, because he could never escape the longing he felt of livign someone who could never love him back, and the suffocation he felt knowing that he could definitely treat her better.

Tadashi laughed (if ghosts could even laugh). How selfish.

#haikyuuwritersnet #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima #kei tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #kei tsukishima x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi #tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #tadashi yamaguchi x reader #ummm so yeah sorry i killed yamaguchi :(#if there are some parts u would like me to clear up lmk #cadekagi

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evermorehaikyuu · 4 years ago

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A Thank You.

A few days ago, I had hit 1.4k and now I’m at 1,526 followers and it just feels so surreal to me. I started off with like 18 followers in March and 6 months later, I’m here and I just, I really can’t believe it, I didn’t think I’d come this far.

But honestly, I wouldn’t have made it this far without the people I’ve met along the way and each and every one of you. All the likes, all the reblogs, all the comments, they have made me so happy, it’s the reason why I keep writing even when my schedule is jampacked. I love writing and the fact that all of you are here to enjoy it makes me feel so happy. So, I want to thank you all.

~Mutuals~

@caxsthetic : Eycee, you are the loveliest person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting on this site. Every single time I talk to you I feel like I’m talking to the older sister I never had and someone I can fully trust with anything. Everyone deserves someone like you.

@murasakibaraa : Yumi, you are probably one of the first people I’ve directly talked to you here and honestly, you make my day brighter with those paragraphs. Either way, I love talking to you, I love every single thing about you and yes, I l*ve you, you’re the friend everyone wants and deserves. Ozai is still stinky

@mochi-poof : Oli, my wife !! I know we say we don’t love each other all the time, but yes, I do l*ve you too and all the talks we’ve had? Iconic. You’re the person I can trust with for anything, you’re the shoulder I can cry on, and you’ve brought out another side of me and for that I thank you.

@sugusho : Chachi, Chimi !! I was honestly nervous to talk to you at first and now look at how far we’ve come. You’re the reason my pfp is what it is, but you are also so kind, so sweet, everyone deserves someone like you in their lives and I’m grateful to have met you.

@yusemis : Miyu, Mew ! Listen, I won’t lie to you, you were one of the first blogs I had ever seen and yes, you definitely intimidated, I won’t lie to you, but now I’m so glad that we’ve met and talk because you’re just so incredible and such a fun person to talk to. Thank you all of the fun times.

@gulfwanq : Sam !! You always make me laugh wherever you are, you’re one of the people I love to talk to about anything. All of the edits you’ve sent, all of the talks we’ve had, they really mean everything, so I’m glad we actually got to talk to one another.

@yindesu : Ayase! Your writing? Incredible, god tier, when I started my blog, I was so invested in your works and every single one of them made me want to get better and better. You yourself are so lovable and our little late night talks (yep, late night for me ehehehe) and you’ve just been so inspirational all this time, so for that I thank you.

@baby-boy-taichi : Kiki ! You’re on hiatus and I know that but I couldn’t do this post without at least tagging you. Your works are absolutely lovely, just like you. But you’ve honestly been someone I could talk to, an amazing friend and all in all, I love you a lot.

~More~

@kokogxddess : We have only talked in the comment section of my works and honestly, every single time you comment on any of my works, I can’t stop thinking about it for the whole day and just the little comments from you make me smile and inspire me to write the next chapter. Thank you, you deserve the world.

@doughnuts-5ever : Oh my God, I don’t even know where to begin. You’ve commented on my posts so many times and each time, without fail, you have made me the happiest person on that day. Whether it’s just a little detail (or that one time I was up at 4 am and you gave me a bee fact), you have never failed at making me smile. Thank you for that.

@skyguy-peach : GINGER ALE ! Damn, I remember the first time I interacted with you and I won’t lie to you, it still makes me laugh. But even though I say I don’t love you, yes, I really do, I appreciate you and treasure you with all my heart. Thank you for being there and just being a wonderful friend.

@erialexerz : ERI ERI ! Listen, you’re one of the most adorable people I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. You’re really fun to talk to and you’re someone I definitely like seeing. You deserve everything good in this world.

To all of the anons that have come into my inbox to say random things or to say something about a work? You guys make my entire day and you are the reason I keep writing as often as I can. I love every single one of you. (To those anons that tell me to sleep, I deny those statements >:))

To those of you that have read my tags and said something about them, I am so sorry, thank you for reading that mess. My tags are a lawless land and somehow you still read them and mention them and it makes me smile, I won’t lie to you.

There are so many people that have gotten me where I am now, so many people I’ve met along the way and for that, I thank you all. Thank you for getting me here, it really has been fun. As stated before, I love each and every one of you.

#damn i really got soft this is so sad #oh well #here is my love for all of you #maybe i'll make a celebration thingamabob idk #my brain is d e a d #ivy appreciation post

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krisdreaming · 4 years ago

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YO i was a little usure about keep you like an oath but that first chapter!! im so invested already and im super exicted to see where you take this. My favourite line was for sureee "All that you know is this room, this chair, this bed, and the shallow rise and fall of Hajime’s chest." the repetition really got to me and added to how small and confined she is, physically and emotionally. looking forward to more! 💕

Ahh thank you so much! I know it’s a little different than my usual stuff so I would totally understand if you skipped it, but I’m glad to hear it’s grown on you! I loveeee hearing your favorite lines, it’s so interesting to me, so thank you for sharing!!! ily ❤️

#answered #doughnuts 5ever #kylao asks

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yacoka · 4 years ago

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THE SWEETEST THING OF ALL

──⊱ commissioned by @taiyaaki

pairing — miya atsumu x reader

genre — fluff

beta(s) — @/doughnuts-5ever

——• commission me! •——

it’s 1:47am and atsumu curses as he drops the smoking tray of cookies on the table. it isn't often he cooks, let alone bake, and his attempt of reciprocating your valentine’s day gift is turning out terribly.

he’s burned three batches of cookies and somehow liquefied two batches of fudge before osamu comes stumbling into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and grumpy.

“what are ya doing asshole?” osamu squints at his brother. it’s not unusual to see his twin in the kitchen, but it’s entirely foreign to see him in their mother’s frilly green apron and flour dusted across his face.

atsumu flushes a deep red that shows through the white powder, and has osamu sobering up a little. “nothing, go back to sleep!”

osamu scans the kitchen, taking in the pile of blackened cookies and the sink filled with dirty dishes and it clicks. he begins laughing, doubled over at the waist.

“you- yer a real scrub when it comes to the kitchen,” he wheezes, a single hard laugh away from face planting into the floor.

“shut up!” atsumu scowls, tossing a handful of flour at him.

osamu can’t even find it in him to retaliate; this blushing, flustered side of atsumu is one he doesn’t see often, and it dulls the undiluted rage that usually has him lunging at his twin into fond exasperation. he knows atsumu isn’t the easiest to like, let alone love, and he’s grateful that someone other than him appreciates his brother’s existence. not that he’d tell atsumu of course.

“c’mon scrub, i’ll help you.”

atsumu moves aside begrudgingly, stomping around the kitchen like a petulant child as osamu instructs him. it only takes an hour for them to finish a new batch of cookies and fudge, and they turn out perfectly this time.

they’re quiet as they clean up the kitchen, exhaustion laced in their every movement. a little scuffle on the way back to the room and a fight for the shower later (atsumu definitely let osamu win, though he’d deny it to his death bed), they’re both tucked back into bed, sleeping soundly.

atsumu cradles the bag of treats in his hands like they’re a ticking time bomb. because in a way, it is to him. it’s telling of his vulnerability, his heart peeking out from behind his steel ribs for the first time. it’s a bomb that could stand to either completely shatter him and his pride, or embolden his fragile heart, pushing him closer to you.

he stands outside your class in nervous anticipation, eyes darting from face to face as he tries to spot you. your classmates eye him in amusement, but he pays them no mind as you finally come into view, chatting with your friend cheerfully.

“for you!” he thrusts it out roughly, abruptly cutting off your conversation. atsumu watches the look of shock fade into surprise, and then a flustered expression that has a warmth spreading through his chest.

his cheeks burn as you take the bag from him, hands brushing lightly.

“thank you,” the bashful smile you send him is enough to send his heart into overdrive, and he vaguely registers a flash of grey hair in his peripheral before he drops to the ground. there’s a flurry of panicked yells before osamu’s face is hovering above his, you peering worriedly over his brother’s shoulder.

atsumu groans in embarrassment and osamu recognizes the look, falling back as he laughs.

“oh, you really just-” his cackles catch everyone’s attention, and suna’s somehow already there with his phone out filming everything.

atsumu groans once more, sitting up and covering his face. a familiar light laugh has him peeking through his fingers to look at you. you grin at him in fond amusement, hands coming forth to pull his hands away from his face.

“thank you, atsumu.” you press a soft kiss to his cheek.

his face flares into a startling red, almost the shade of his jacket and despite his stuttered response, atsumu thinks that all the embarrassment is worth this one moment.

#atsumu x reader #haikyuu atsumu #miya atsumu #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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