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the way I zoomed over here when I saw your post ^.^ congratulations on gaining more than 500 followers--and in such a short period of time too, that's amazing!! đ„°đ„° can I ask for Fast Forward #8 + Miya Osamu and Suna Rintarou? preferably fluff
Fast Forward #8: Should we just do it?
Suna Rintarou: Should we just get married?
He watched you admire the ring on your finger. It hadnât even been twelve hours since he had proposed and here you were ready to say something entirely stupid, âLetâs just get married today.â He knew you were like this, so impatient; even when dating him you were always one to make the first move.
âSure.â Suna states, âWhy not.â
Thatâs how he found himself putting on the nice clothes you had set out for him. A simple suit that he wore to practically every formal event and you, dressed in a simple white sundress. He draped his suit jacket over your shoulder; knowing the moment you stepped outside you would be cold and just as heâs closing the front door, his cell phone is ringing.
âHey Suna, what are you doing today?â Osamu spoke casually, unaware of the shock about to hit him.
âIâm getting married.â Youâre tugging Sunaâs hand, trying to drag him to the elevators. So impatient he thinks.
Osamu hums, âOh cool.â Then follows silence, âWait what? Youâre getting married?â
âMarried?â Thereâs a small sound of shuffling, Suna can distinctively tell the voice of Atsumu fighting his brother for the phone, âWhere? When?â
Youâve dragged your slow fiancĂ© into the elevators, pressing the first floor button aggressively to the point that Suna has to slap your hand away because you just might break the button, âWeâre going to city hall right now.â
âWait!ïżœïżœ Atsumu screams, âSamu get your shit, theyâre going right now. Wait for us! Itâs at city hall! I swear if you start without us, I will object to this marriage!â
You arenât sure how, but his friends beat the two of you to the place, probably due to how slow Suna drives. And while you would have enjoyed the official documenting of marriage by yourself with Suna, youâll make do with how Atsumu was breathing down your neck asking if you were sure you wanted to marry the slow poke.
Miya Osamu: Should we tell everyone weâre having a baby?
It was a secret obviously; you didnât want to jinx anything until you were farther along. But your fiancĂ© was just dying to let someone know. He doesnât show it, but the way heâs looking at you, pouting with his eyes pleading if he could just tell his close friends at the dinner table. You squeeze his hand, shaking your head slightly as he deflates.
A problem seemed to grow, the mere suspicions of the men at the table grew when you refused a shot of alcohol and even declined Atsumuâs offer to buy you a cocktail instead. Everyone knew you were a drinker, so the fact that you werenât drinking meant something.
âHereâs your drink.â The waitress sets down a cocktail in front of you.
You quickly turn to her, âSorry, I didnât order this.â
âItâs on the house, he paid for it.â Her finger points to Atsumu, now this man was staring basically egging you on to drink the cocktail.
Maybe if you could accidentally spill the drink you could get out of the situation but before your fingers can wrap around the class, Osamu takes he drink. All eyes staring at the way he begins to chug the drink, droplets spill from the side of his mouth. How were you going to explain this. As if it wasnât suspicious that your lightweight fiancĂ© was downing the most alcohol that heâs had that night.
âSamu.â You whisper a few minutes later as he hangs his head on the table, âHoney?â He groans, he can already feel the heat reaching up to his cheeks, âWhy donât we tell them? Hm?â
Heâs standing straight up now, knocking the table back as he stands to his feet to gather everyoneâs attention. Osamu almost falls over at how fast he stood up but heâs in top shape when he announces to everyone, âWeâre having a baby!â
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fast forward 13 + osamu and sakusa please :) congratssss!!!!
Fast Forward 13: Iâm sorry, thatâs just my boyfriend
Osamu:
You thought it would be funny, following the trend and texting your boyfriend that some random guy was flirting with you in the shampoo aisle. Itâs loud footsteps, the way his figure ran passed the aisle where you were and then promptly he appeared with the most irritated look on his face. His arms full of random crap but when he saw you, they all dropped to the floor.
âThis him?!â Osamu storms up to you.
And the unlucky guy who just happened to be in the same aisle as you, âSamu wait.â
Osamu gets into the manâs space, âSorry, she has a boyfriend.â
You laugh, pulling him back by the arm, pushing him to step back as you turn to the male, âIâm so sorry. Please, donât mind my boyfriend, continue shopping.â
Despite how you turn back with a smile, Osamu has his hands wrapped around your arm, staring and eyeing the male who tenses while looking at shampoo brands. You almost donât want to tell him this was a prank, at this point, itâs kind of gone too far.
âThis is why I said you shouldnât leave me in the store.â Osamu drills holes into the back of the guyâs head, âThereâs weirdoâs here.â
You snort. The only weirdo right now is you.
Sakusa:
He was staring intensely behind you, for a second you thought he was lost in thought or maybe even just really concentrated on thinking about something. But the more he doesnât blink, the more you become concerned. You turn, hoping to see what he was looking at and a small toddler stares at the table of yours.
âAre you having a staring contest with a kid?â You look back to your boyfriend.
âNo.â Sakusa continues to stare the child, âItâs like heâs looking into my soul.â
âOh my god.â You roll your eyes, laughing in the process, âStop having a staring contest with a child!â
When you turn to look at the child, the mother has her eyes on you. You feel embarrassment creep up, the mother smiles, âIâm sorry, my son likes to look at people he finds interesting.â
You giggle, looking briefly at your boyfriend who just canât seem to tear his eyes away, âIâm sorry, my boyfriend is just weird sometimes.â
The mother ushers her son to keep eating and youâd kick Sakusaâs foot to bring his attention back to you.
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Congrats on 500!! I love your writing and I canât wait to see more from youđ Fast forward #13 + Sakusa, Atsumu, Osamu for the event if I mayđ
Fast Forward #13: Iâm sorry, thatâs just my boyfriend
Sakusa:Â
He was already starting to take over, perhaps you should have expected this when you agreed to marry him. The wedding planning was beginning to be done mostly by him and not you. He wanted this and that, he needed this and that, he did not want Atsumu popping out of a cake.Â
He was even going to choose your dress for you.Â
âAll of these are terrible.â He mutters as you trail behind him in the dress shop. His hands were going through dress after dress, mocking each design as if the worker wasnât getting uncomfortable.Â
âOmi. What about this one?â You pull at one that catches your eye.Â
He scoffs, âA ball gown?!â He pulls it out and begins to point along the dress, âLook, this bateau neckline isnât even that pretty.â You snort a laugh, he even knew the names of necklines, âWhat you need is an A-line, sweetheart dress.â Â
He really wasnât playing around, having you wear dress after dress, until finally you crack, âOmi! Iâm tired! I want to go home now!âÂ
Heâs beginning to discuss with the designer about a possible completely new custom dress for you, one that suits his taste and shows off your beauty. You groan, pulling the veil off your head as you begin to walk back to the dressing room.Â
âWear the last dress!â He calls out.Â
And when you enter back into the dressing room with the worker, you feel the need to apologize, âIâm sorry this is taking so long, my boyfriend is just over the top sometimes.â You pause, a warmth overflowing in your heart, âI guess I should get used to calling him my fiance instead.âÂ
Atsumu:Â
There was apparently some weirdo at the entrance of work; he was making a big commotion, trying to enter the building, and while your coworkers whispered about it; you realized that you forgot to tell your boyfriend that the building was doing badge checks. Ever since the pandemic hit, only employees were allowed in the building.
When Atsumu said he was a few minutes away, you were quick to ride the elevator down to meet him outside of the building; hoping you could catch him before he runs into the weirdo who your friend states is making a scene.
The weirdo was your boyfriend.
âYou know what, let me call my girlfriend.â Atsumu is huffing and puffing as he dials your number.Â
âSir.â The security states, âEven if your girlfriend does work here, she wonât be allowed to bring you in.âÂ
Atsumu raises a finger to the guard. He reaches your voicemail and just as heâs about to flick off the men and leave when you appear out the door.Â
âSee!â Atsumu shouts, pointing at you, âSheâs my girlfriend! See! See!âÂ
You feel utter embarrassment, taking a ninety degree bow to the security as they return to their post at the door, âIâm so sorry! This wonât happen again. Atsumu!â You slap his arm, âCouldnât you have just waited.âÂ
He kisses you, despite the masks covering your face and one covering his, you can still feel the intimacy despite the lacking of actual touch, âYou made me wait too long.âÂ
Osamu:Â
Suna had set you up on a date, you agreed to get him off your case. He says that you bake more when youâre happy and in love, so heâs expecting cookies when he gets to the apartment as a thanks. Your roommate was really insufferable.Â
Of course, you hadnât told him that all the baking was being done at Osamuâs place; with your boyfriendâs arms wrapped around your waist, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck as you pulled out the cookies from the oven and heâll probably bring them over to your place to give to Suna as a gift.Â
But you focused on your date, texting Osamu discreetly about how you wished you had just told Suna upfront about the two of you dating. He hadnât been responding, thirty minutes passed since his last text.Â
âSo Suna said you two were roommates?âÂ
âHuh?â You look up from your phone, âSorry. Iâm just expecting a really important text from work.â You set the cell face down on the table, âYeah weâve been roommates for a while. Actually...âÂ
âHey.â Osamuâs appearance cuts your sentence short, he doesnât give you a chance to ask questions, pressing his lips up against yours as if you werenât on a date with another man, âForgot to kiss you goodbye this morning.â It was currently evening, âOkay. Bye.â He promptly leaves out the door.Â
Your palm presses against your lips, the male in front of you wide-eyed and mouth fallen. You laugh, âSorry. That was my boyfriend.â You hold a hand out to the waitress, âCheck please!âÂ
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can you pls do fast forward 9 + suna and atsumu also congrats !!!!
Fast Forward #9: Let me be your last.Â
Suna: The last person to flirt with you.
Did you consider this flirting? All he ever said was âYou look nice.â And somehow it just sent you swooning because never have you ever heard a compliment from him. Heâs usually the wallflower, hiding along the walls of the party and there was no introduction, on your way to the bathroom, his hand wraps around your arm, pulling you back briefly to whisper in your ear and then promptly lets you go.
Was it flirting? If he just couldnât stop staring at you from across the room, to the point that you just started gravitating towards him. Talking to random people on the way as if they were pit stops and he was endgame.
âYouâre making it so obvious.â You laugh into your drink when you reach him, taking a swig of the alcohol.
Suna doesnât hesitate to take your drink into his hand, sipping where your lips had been, âSo what of it. Are you happy that Osamu has been flirting with you all night?â Suna refuses to give you your drink back, âYou want me to flirt with you?â
âYou want to flirt with me?â You lean up, lips ghostly near his ear, âFor someone who wanted to keep our status a secret, youâre too obsessed with me.â
It was true, having kept the relationship on a hush for almost a month now; it was always Suna who was so close to revealing to everyone that you were the one sneaking into his room at night. Suna thinks that heâs done with secrecy.
âYouâre hot.â He says shamelessly, setting the drink on a random counter to wrap arms around your waist, âShould we go back to my place?â He phrases it as a question but he already knows itâll end up in his bedroom. Lips connecting with yours as the music of the party continues to pound.
 Atsumu: The last person who makes you cry.
Atsumu was away and as much he wanted to be with you on the three year anniversary of the relationship, work called him away to play in a different country. He tries to make it as memorable as possible, sending photos of Europe as if it would make you feel better that you werenât there with him. He even draws a stick figure you in the picture to make it more believable.
But thereâs a hidden secret, you had found out that the boys would have a two day break that coincided with the date of the anniversary; and what kind of lover would you be if you didnât surprise him with your arrival. You stepped foot into the country a few days before the anniversary and even purposely hid from him until you called him on the day.
âYou know, I saw someone in the hotel who looked just like you from behind.â Atsumu says it with a laugh.
You giggle along with him, âReally? Why didnât you check to see if it was me?â
âBabe, come on. If you were here, Iâd know right away.â Atsumuâs grabbing his hotel key card, scratching the back of his head as he ponders what the breakfast of the day would be like, âIâm about to go eat breakfast.â
âWhat a coincidence, me too.â Atsumu pauses at the door, removing the cell phone from his ear to look at the time, âYouâre eating breakfast at three pm? Babe just because itâs the first meal of the day, doesnât make it breakfast at three in the evening.â
He continues to lecture you on eating healthy but when he opens the door of his room, when he sees you cheekily smiling while on the phone with him, he bursts into tears. His cell phone dropping to the ground as he lunges at you in a death grip hug.
âWhy are you crying?â You begin to wipe his tears, Atsumu was always a softie despite how manly he tried to come off.
He blubbers into your touch, âI missed you so much.â
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congrats on 500 im so happy for you!! can i request rewind #9 with oikawa, akaashi, and iwaizumi? thank you!!
Rewind 9: Blushing: The Thing You Do To Them
Oikawa:
Itâs sitting on his lap, even if there were ten thousand other seats available for you to sit. Youâd unintentionally take a liking to sitting on his thigh. He asked you once why you did that, innocently you told him that you understood his preference for being near you. Perhaps it was more of the understanding that would make his ears grow red, when you would wrap an arm around his shoulder to steady yourself onto the seat that was him, laughing at something his teammate said; heâd remember the conversation. How you were thinking about him when you did it, even if it grew into a habit of yours, heâd bury his face into your shoulder, cheeks flushing to the point that he would just have to whisper words of love into your ear.
Akaashi:
It was riveting, listening to your lecture; you had personally invited him to watch your lecture at one of the universities near his workplace. You had chosen his seat for him, insisting that you wanted him centered and in the middle as a focus point during your lecture; feeling awkward if it had been someone random. But what was more riveting, was the consistent eye contact; as if you were teasing him, like he was a mere college student who had the biggest crush on his professor. The more eye contact you make, the more you playfully smile and smirk when you look at him, the more his cheeks burn hot and he wants to slide out of his seat. Itâs riveting.
Iwaizumi:
Hand wrapped around his arm, the grip hard and deathly; just like the flush of his cheeks. Usually, he wouldnât be so affected by your words; usually he could remain stoic and unrelenting to express the way his heart was beating rapidly. But you werenât even paying attention to him, actively displaying the sweetest smile on your face while spitting praises of your boyfriend to the person you said was your friend. Yet the passive aggressive tension was evident; like the two of you were catfighting with only words. The words were the praising of the boyfriends, seeing who just had the best boyfriend and he was a contender. âYeah! Well, Hajime is so good in bed.â He slaps a hand over your mouth, dragging you away with the worst blush across his face.
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fast foward #6 // atsumu, oikawa, akaashi âïžâïž
Fast Forward #6: The world feels empty without you around.
Atsumu:Â so I guess iâll have to go to you instead.Â
You had asked him to come along, it was a weekend trip with your friends; of which some were bringing their partners. Everyone had been asking and confirming headcounts; so you were making sure for the umpteenth time that Atsumu was not coming.Â
âWhat?â Atsumuâs cheeks puff when he grins, âYou want me to go?â He presses a finger to your nose and you scrunch away with a scowl.Â
Your eyes roll at his antics, âMore like youâre gonna miss me too much and try to surprise me.âÂ
This wouldnât be the first time it happened. Surprises were a regular thing with Atsumu, ever since you started dating him; being apart for more than two days has him itching to just follow you.Â
Atsumu gasps, âI would never.âÂ
You laugh, the vivid image of him ruining your family vacation to Hawaii because he just happened to be in the States and wanted to pop by but ended up staying the rest of the trip. This would later create a reputation for him, namely your friends and family calling him a moocher.Â
You donât trust him. So while he pretends to act like he wouldnât come, you would glower Sunday morning as you exit the rental home to find your boyfriend spreading his arms as if he expected you to come running.
âYou said you werenât coming!â You whined loudly, âGo home!âÂ
Atsumu places a hand over his heart, âArenât you excited to see me? Your loving boyfriend who drove overnight to see you?âÂ
He screeches when you grasp at the roots of his hair, âGo home and suffer the consequences.âÂ
Oikawa: so why donât you come with me?Â
Long distance wasnât what you had originally intended with Oikawa. No matter how many times heâd say that video calls made him feel like you were actually there with him, it was never the same for you. The calls just made him seem more distant so whenever he visited for the first time in months; you were reluctant to let him go.Â
âHave you seen my passport?â Oikawa shoves his hand between your couch cushions just in case, he was leaving tomorrow and he canât remember where he placed his passport.Â
You donât look up from your phone, hoping he wouldnât catch the anxiousness in your eyes, âNope, maybe you lost it.âÂ
But Oikawa was perceptive, he can see the corner of his passport hiding underneath your butt. He plays innocent, just as you were. His arms wrap along your shoulders, âGuess Iâll just have to stay with you here.âÂ
His fingers creeping down to your ass makes you shriek, âTooru!âÂ
âGot it!â He waves the passport triumphantly but he watches your face fall, the turn of your lips downward and he feels guilty; guilty for always leaving you alone.Â
âDo you have to go?â It was a stupid question to ask, one that you knew was dumb because he couldnât just abandon his entire career for you. but you were willing to do it for him.Â
Oikawa hums as he puts his passport into his bag, âWhy donât you come with me?â You laugh, yet he looks over his shoulder, the warmth of his eyes transitioned to seriousness, âWhy donât you just marry me?âÂ
and you were all too willing.Â
Akaashi: so Iâll carry a keepsake of you.Â
Akaashi found the photoshoot awkward, besides the candid shots of you on his phone, he never really entertained the thought of an actual coupleâs photoshoot until his friend offered Akaashi a free thirty minute session if they could use it for their project. Akaashi surprised you with it a month in advance as an early anniversary present.Â
It was never intentional, when his photographer friend printed small wallet sized prints of the photoshoot, Akaashi would quickly stuff them into his wallet and it would slip his mind to take it out and give it to you; but periodically, heâd stare at the photo, stare at your beauty, and heâd hide the photo to look at during moments when he really missed you.Â
âJust take my card.â He called out from the kitchen, âItâs in my wallet.âÂ
Your hands dig through his jacket pockets until you grasp the wallet you had given him as a present for his birthday since the last one was ruined from falling into a water fountain.Â
âDid you find it?âÂ
âYeah.â The wallet is opened, it displays cards ranging from his license, debit card, to rewards cards but the slight bend of a photograph captures you. Curiosity has you pulling at the corner.Â
The silence draws him out of the kitchen, eyes searching for you and he spots you standing near the couch; wallet in your hand and he feels a flush on his face when he spots the photograph.Â
His presence makes you look up, a wide grin on your lips as you show off the photo, âYou keep a photo of us in your wallet?!âÂ
Akaashi blushes profoundly, âItâs nothing really! I put it in there and forgot and.â His voice trails off, âPlease put it back. I donât want to lose the photo.âÂ
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hello!!! i'm the anon who got her heart broken hdjdhdj and i just want to say i really owe you so much these days bc i found your other blog and i have just been spending a few minutes everyday giggling and laughing and i just- i love you i hope you get all the happiness you deserve đ um if your 500 event is still open, may i ask for Fast Forward #3 with osamu, suna (feel free to clown those 2 HAHAHA) and kita (bc i just. i think i'm in love with him.) thank you and pls be kind to yourself! âĄ
Fast Forward #3: Things he doesnât know how to do; aka things you have to teach him
Osamu:
Itâs amazing how little he knew about taking care of animals. Even more amazing how you would have to walk him through on how to feed your pet, how to clean after the pet, and even play with your little furry child. You shouldnât have been surprised though, considering the first time he met the animal, he just threw a treat at your pet as if that was feeding.
âYou can just leave the food in the tray, sometimes she stops eating halfway but will come back after a little bit.â
He stared at the food bowl like it was a whole new world for him, âWhat happens if she doesnât finish?â
You shrug your shoulders, âItâs okay, you donât have to worry. She just might not be too hungry or you gave her too many treats.â You stare at him who has treats sitting in between his fingers, your furry companion brushing against his leg in hopes of getting a treat, âSamu, seriously, stop giving her treats!â
âBut she loves me!â He puts another out and she gladly takes it from his palm.
âSamu! She doesnât love you; she loves the treats in your hands.â
Osamu chuckles, brushing his hand over her fur, âYou know she reminds me of you; this is exactly how I trapped you. You fell in love with me over the food in my hands.â He drops the bag of treats when your hand smacks against the back of his head.
Suna:
Surprisingly, but also not, he was a terrible cook. Apparently, from what his sister says, their mother or her would do all the cooking. It was a typical manâs house type situation, but that didnât mean he was totally useless. He was pretty handy with fixing things around the apartment, thanks to his fatherâs teaching. But the kitchen? That was a different story.
This shouldnât even be counted as cooking, âJust put three minutes on the microwave.â You press the buttons to the machine, Suna watching as the microwave starts to work and for three long minutes, the two of you wait, âSee, this is how you make ramen.â
He hums as he stares down into the cup of noodles, âDoesnât it usually have an egg?â He pokes through the noodles as if an egg would appear.
You nearly facepalm, âUsually when you cook it on the stove top, yeah people add an egg.â There was a part of you that wanted to hug Suna out of pity, âMaybe we can do that next time.â
His mouth is filled with noodles, huffing out air at how the noodles burn his tongue, âSo how do I cook rice?â
Your lips twitch, was he serious? You blink at him then to the rice cooker on the countertop, âItâs literally a button you push Suna, what the hell?â
Kita:
Oh, he was absolutely amazing; perfect that you wouldnât have even noticed this if he hadnât pointed it out to you. He was terrible with his cell phone, didnât know that he could change his ringtone because his current one was absolutely annoying and had the longest passcode ever to which he didnât know how to fix. Even the most mundane problems, you would find yourself leaning on his shoulder and showing him how to properly work his phone.
His current problem today? His friends thought it would be funny to change his cell phone background to a meme and it was absolutely annoying having to look at it.
âJust go to settings.â You rest yourself onto his shoulder, âThen go to wallpaper.â
His hand accidentally slips and clicks Accessibility, causing him to sigh loudly at how hard this was as he would always put it, âI donât understand why they thought it would be funny to change the background.â
You laugh against the fabric of his shirt, âMaybe itâs because you had your cell phone on the default background since youâve gotten your phone.â
He shakes his head with a sigh, âThereâs nothing wrong with that.â He ends up on the wallpaper section, âOkay now what?â
You hum, âClick, choose a new wallpaper, then you can go back to your default wallpapers.â
His fingers hover over the screen, âWhatâs this?â He points at the All Photos folder.
âYou can pick one of the pictures in your album to be your wallpaper. See.â You click on the folder and what stares back is an array of photos heâs ever taken.
He doesnât hesitate, choosing the picture of you he took in front of one of the rice fields as his new lock screen.
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(ok I submitted wrong the first time sorry đ€Ą) BUT CONGRATS ON 500!!!!!!!!!!
could I get Rewind #9 Blushing: The Things You Do To Them (fluff) for suna, oikawa and kuroo please đ„ș
Rewind #9 Blushing: The Things You Do To Them
Suna:
Youâd actually lie for him. When he texted you beforehand, instructing you to say no to whatever Atsumu would ask, you followed his instructions. The setter asking if they could take your boyfriend for the weekend for a boys trip. You shook your head, confusingly looking at Suna but looking at his friends with a rather strict glare. He would hug you from behind, burying his face into your neck as his friends interrogated you on why; and heâd blush at your stuttering. Laughing against your skin as you trip over your words, stating loudly, âHe has to be with me this weekend! Iâm his girlfriend!â He knew you would never be like this if he wasnât for his coaxing; it was just too cute knowing you would do anything for him.
Oikawa:
The little daily check ups on him; the text messages asking if he ate or took a break from practicing. His lips would curl up, flaunting to his team about how he has the most loving partner in the world; but it wasnât the notes that caused his cheeks to burn, it would be the rare moments when you would catch him lying and as punishment, youâd force him to stop whatever he was doing. Youâd grumble knowing he lied about having lunch; skipping a meal to continue practice. Youâd shove the food into his mouth, even if he wasnât finished chewing, youâd pry his mouth open for another spoonful. Heâs embarrassed, giddy, and filled with love, all over you feeding him as his teammates watch and wait for their setter to return.
Kuroo: Â
Itâs how you jump on him right as he walks through the door, peppering him with kisses and pulling his jacket off; undoing his tie quickly and tossing it somewhere in the home as he carries you while laughing. Itâs not how you were quick to pounce on him but how this was your way of baby making with him. After months of pondering the thought of children with your husband, the baby fever between you two grew when you visited a friendâs place and their newborn. The thought of having a child with you was enough to make him grow red, of a little boy or girl running around looking just as beautiful as you; it makes him flush even more as you kiss upon his lips.
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Fast foward# 15 + Miya Atsumu + Suna Rintarou
Fast Forward 15: Is that what youâre wearing?
Miya Atsumu:
He meant no harm in his question, but he was pressed for time. The two of you were supposed to attend a friendâs birthday party and then leave early to go to a family function on his side of the family. Atsumu swore he gave you enough time to start getting ready and he swears you started earlier than you usually did but as his watch ticked, Atsumu found himself tapping his foot as he watched you put on earrings.
So he knew he messed up when he asked you, âIs that what youâre wearing?â
He should have known where this was going to go, he should have kept his mouth shut, he should have just shut up. But you look at him through the mirror, a look of panic on your face as you suddenly inspect your outfit.
âIs it too much? Or am I not dressed up enough?â You began to bite your nail and even when he tries to say sweet words, talking about how beautiful you are in anything and how heâs stupid for even asking the question. Atsumu has already planted into your mind that your outfit just isnât right.
âWell what are you wearing?â You spoke into the cell phone, on the other line, Osamuâs partner tries to describe her outfit, and the longer you talk the faster the clock ticks. While you speak on the phone in a rushed and panic tone, Atsumuâs phone rings.
Itâs his brother and Osamu was not happy. Why? Because now Osamuâs lover feels over dressed, âWeâre half way to the birthday party and now weâre headed back home so she can change. Is this what you wanted Atsumu?â
No. It was not.
Suna Rintarou:
Suna tilted his head, enough that he felt the skirt hugged you so good, too good. And it wouldnât be fair to him if you wore the skirt out to the Miyaâs party. But the thing he is, he doesnât have the heart to tell you to change. He doesnât want to make you change because itâs your life, you do you but you doing you at the moment makes him imagine all the lingering eyes that would be attached to your body.
He doesnât intend his comment to eat at your brain, a simple, âSo thatâs what youâre going to wear?â he says as he wraps his arms around your waist, staring into the full length mirror and playing with the end of your skirt.
âIâm not changing.â You state confidently at first.
âIâm not asking you. I was just saying, if youâre done letâs go. Weâre already fashionably late.â
But the more you stare, the more you think that maybe a pair of shorts would fit better on your frame. You werenât used to wearing skirts or dresses, but the impulsivity side of you during the day decided this would be great to finally use one of your pleaded skirts.
Yet, as you stare into the mirror with your shorts on, it doesnât make you feel better. Suna looks up from his phone, watching as you slowly frown at the outfit and now he feels terrible.
âI liked the skirt better.â Suna notices your eyes picking up.
And you whisper a small âReally?â
For one night, he guesses he can let jealousy sit in his throat. Even as you prance around the place with the skirt swaying and rising, your confidence is what he finds most beautiful.
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congratulations on 500 followers! youâre one of my favorite writers here on tumblr and iâm so happy for you. đ„° for the event iâd like to request for fast forward number 1 with oikawa, iwa, and atsumu. thank u so much and congratulations again! đ„łđ„łđ„ł
Fast Forward #1: Drinking makes the heart grow fonder. Probably not the right saying, but hey, close enough right?
Oikawa:Â
Some how, some way, it had become a tradition. The last Sunday of every month was designated as a drinking day for you and Oikawa. It would provide as both a reward for surviving another month and a bonding opportunity with your boyfriend.Â
Topics from the night would range from personal grudges over the month to little quirks that you loved about each other. Overall, being able to spend one night just talking made the relationship feel deeper and more meaningful.Â
âOkay.â You sip upon your wine glass, holding it out and waving it as you began to formulate what you were going to say, âIf you had to choose. Truthfully.â You emphasized the last word, âHajime or me?âÂ
Oikawa scoffs, âMust you ask this every time. You know what my answer will be.â The wine flows like water down his throat, âOf course Hajime. Heâs such a dom, Iâd never have to take out the trash.âÂ
You scoff loudly, âYouâre the worst boyfriend ever and here I was, choosing you over my best friend.âÂ
âTruth hurts doesnât it honey.â Oikawa clinks his glass against yours, his teasing grin replaced with a warmer tone, âBut you know youâre stuck with me forever right.âÂ
You finish off your glass, a satisfied sigh released from you, âYep, youâve glued yourself to me.â You shake the wine glass, âItâs empty. Let me drink yours.âÂ
âEw, get your own.âÂ
âTooru!â You smack him with the end of the wine bottle.Â
Iwaizumi:Â
He was the designated driver for the night, losing in a game of rock paper scissors to you; you gloated by taking three shots in a row. Iwaizumi already knew where the night was headed; it would end up with him holding your hair back as you hurled into wherever you felt like.Â
But before that would happen, Iwaizumi basks in the moments when you werenât so tightly wound over your assignments; he would watch your eyes linger onto the night sky and then travel down to meet his.Â
âI think we should get a waffle maker.â You randomly spoke after moments of silence.Â
Iwaizumi quirks a brow, a small chuckle coming from him, âYeah?âÂ
âOne shaped like a heart!â You began to ramble, âBecause I love you!â You coo at him, giggles slipping through your lips.Â
Iwaizumi would conclude that you didnât know what you were saying, he would hypothesize that you were so drunk that you werenât fully aware of your sudden love confession to your roommate; especially so when you confess that you donât remember anything from the night before, hoping you hadnât accidentally kissed someone.Â
He never told you about how you had kissed him at the last party and he never told you how he wouldnât be able to look at you the same after.Â
âIâm gonna go lay on my bed until my hangover leaves.â You say to him nonchalantly. The groan he hears coming from your room sounds like agony over your hungover state, but in reality, itâs from the vivid image of you saying you loved him.Â
Atsumu:Â
It wasnât the most unusual thing you had done with him but seeing him after all these years, post break up and all; you were seeing him in a different light. Not necessarily romantic but, respect. And it was his idea, being the only two awake at the party, Atsumu wanted to play a drinking game.Â
âOkay.â The laughter dies down between the two of you. He pours you a shot, his curved lips turning to a thin line, âTell me the real reason we broke up or take a shot.âÂ
Your finger taps against the lip of the shot glass. After the break up, you spent months trying to figure out where it went wrong, how to not repeat your mistakes, and whether it was really his fault or yours.Â
Atsumuâs lips part when you down the shot, a growl in your throat which burns, âI just wanted to drink before I said this.â You laugh and he canât help but follow, âI think we just lost track of where we were in life. You were moving onto the professional league and I was going away to study abroad.âÂ
He hums, deciding to pour himself a shot and take it. Your fingers grasp the bottle, filling his glass almost to the brim and you stare as you ask, âDid you ever think about me when you were dating other girl?âÂ
Atsumu doesnât hesitate to grasp the glass, taking the shot quickly that it makes him cough, âDid you ever think about me?âÂ
Instead of the shot glass, you press your lips to the bottle, taking a generous swig. It was quiet for a moment as you tried to clear your throat with soda. The collective after thoughts of the question leaves a lingering answer; iâve never stopped thinking about you.Â
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congrats on 500 đđ i get so excited whenever i see you pop up on my feed bc i know its always going to be incredible! can i request fast forward #9 fluff with akaashi, iwaizumi, and kuroo? thank you so much and congrats again!!!
Fast Forward #9: Let me be your last.
Akaashi Keiji: Your last boyfriend.
How does he put into words how perfect you are? He could give you the minimum and youâd accept it without any second thoughts. How simple you were to please and how much he loved the simplicity of being with you. He had once gotten you a card spontaneously, no special reason but that it just looked nice. A simple âI love youâ written in it and you had burst into tears over how adorable it was.
âI really want a burger Keiji!â You were rubbing your stomach, the thought of food just making hungrier. You really tried to hold back, especially when he had planned this date night weeks in advance in celebration for your promotion at work.
He thinks its cute, the pout on your lips as you begin to fantasize about eating, âThe reservation is in three hours, honey.â
âYeah but.â Now you were clinging to his arm, âWhat if we get burgers instead?!â Grinning, youâre trying to sway your boyfriend, âWeâre celebrating me, right? So, shouldnât we eat where I want to eat?â
It was the fact that he actually fell for it. He cancelled the reservation, cancelled the string quartet, cancelled everything and took you to a small food truck in a kind of dingy parking lot. Just like the simplicity of his relationship with you, he feels like he shouldnât wait another moment. He canât, not when youâre giving him the most beautiful smile over a simple burger.
So when he pulls out the ring, the burger in your hand falls. Your mouth falls open, hunger leaves your body as you jump on your boyfriend, kissing him as if he just proposed on the Eiffel tower. Truly, it was perfect.
Iwaizumi Hajime: The last person to make your heart skip twenty beats.
How cruel was he? Having the audacity to show up work in a skintight t-shirt, showing off his biceps, showing off how utterly beautiful his body looked. Heâs distracted for a moment by a player but the moment his eyes catch yours, heâs grinning, waving a hand as if you arenât having a mental breakdown over how delicious he looks.
âAre you sick?â Sakusaâs voice makes you jump, âYouâre all red. You shouldnât work when youâre sick, itâs not good for you or our health.â
âI swear to god, go back to practice Sakusa before I make you sit down and talk about your feelings again.â
When you turn back to watch your beautiful co-worker, youâre almost knocked off the ground at how he appeared in front of you. The back of his hand reaching out to touch against your forehead, causing your heart to jump around screaming. If he were listening to your heart, heâd send you to the hospital.
âYouâre really hot.â
You cough, itâs more like choking on your words as you stutter, âIâm just a little hot today.â You slap his wrist away from your head, âPlease get back to work Iwaizumi.â
âWhy donât you ever call me Hajime?â
Oh, somehow your heart is beating even faster. Does he notice how your face is growing entirely red? Flushing to the point that it looks like you had downed ten shots, âItâs very unprofessional, especially at work.â
You try to push past him, trying to return to work normally but his voice, it speaks to you, âThen outside of work?â It makes you freeze on the spot, âCall me Hajime.â
You hide your face behind the clipboard, hide the immense grin on your face at his words, trying to hide the fact that you are literally head over heels in love with the man, with Hajime.
 Kuroo Tetsuro: The last person to kiss you every day.
He once told you how much he didnât like your job, but you couldnât put it past him, many of your ex-boyfriends loathed your job. Leading actress, in the arms of another man, passionate scenes of love declarations and thereâs just something about directors and producers wanting to put you in a short skirt thatâs just so annoying. Itâs a job, thatâs what you always told him, and he really understood that.
But why was he waiting to take you to dinner on the set of your new movie, the one that was supposed to be the best romance film of the century, and watching as you do your thirtieth take on the kissing scene.
âCut. Okay, that was good.â The director calls out, âThat should be enough.â
Kuroo holds back the urge to want to say that it was more than enough. His eye was practically twitching at how friendly you were with your film love interest and heâs repeating in his head, itâs just a job itâs just a job. Yet heâs pretty sure the job doesnât require you to have a hand on the attractive maleâs shoulder laughing at something he said.
He doesnât want to be one of those guys, jealous because his beautiful actress of a girlfriend is off frolicking in a foreign country with another man; yes he still thinks about those lonely nights.
âAlright, Iâll see you later.â You wave to your coworker, walking up to Kuroo who is still lost in his thoughts, âBabe? You ready?â
His body returns to reality, eyes leading back to you, âYeah, yeah.â His voice was unenthusiastic, but he sees how your lips are slightly smeared from the constant kisses. Plump from having spent almost an hour kissing another man who wasnât your boyfriend.
Itâs unfair, so he has to make it fair. His fingers tilt your chip up and he dips into your lips. Heâs purposely messy, purposely trying to remove the disgusting taste of another guy on you. It draws out a happy sigh from you and heâs practically lifting you off the ground at the way you have started to cling to him.
Heâs got the most cheeky grin when he pulls away, he can tell youâre winded, head spinning, all over one kiss with him. Thatâs how you kiss. Now imagine the next twenty-nine.
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Fast Forward #3 + Tsukishima! Congrats on your milestone :)
Fast Forward #3: Things he doesnât know how to do; aka things you have to teach him
If there was one thing you hated about your boyfriend besides his annoying height; it would be that he spent his entire like living with boys, of course excluding his mother. But Kei, he doesnât have the knowledge of residing with women.Â
Heâs pondered the thought of living with you, it was more of small fleeting thoughts; things he would never be able to tell you without you forcing it out of him. But he thinks that youâd be a more tolerable roommate, better than his male friends.Â
You on the other hand, you couldnât stand how he treated your place like his. Heâd leave dishes in the sink to âsoakâ, constantly eats your food like he was the one who bought it and the worst of it all, heâd never put the toilet seat down; it doesnât help that he pees as if heâs trying to mark his territory.Â
You gesture to him with your finger, âHey, come here, I want to show you something.âÂ
He scoffs, âDonât call me over like Iâm a dog.âÂ
âThen stop following me home like one.âÂ
But he still listens, following you to the bathroom that looks as normal as it does every day.Â
âI just wanted to make sure you knew how to do this. Please take notes.â He watches your figure walk to the toilet, the seat was up, and the palm of our hand smacks against the toilet seat and cover to promptly bring it down, âSee how easy that is?â You frown at him with your hands on your hips.Â
He laughs momentarily, âI donât know, I might need to see a demonstration again.âÂ
He dodges the shampoo bottle thrown to his head, another one smacks his shoulder but he doesnât stop laughing.Â
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Re-doing my ask bc I didnât read all your rules! Haha sorry! Fast Forward #9 fluff with Yaku Morisuke, Akaashi Keiji, and Kita Shinsuke please đ
Fast Forward 9: Let me be your last.
Yaku Morisuke: The last person to send you off.
He was leaving, albeit he was supposed to have stayed until the end of the week with you but work just always had to come first. This was supposed to be his time to relax, unwind, and meet with old friends and family; but he was leaving. Highly disappointed, slightly irritated, and as everyone took their time to wish him well, you couldnât bring yourself to be happy with his send off. Youâd see him a few days later so it wouldnât matter any way.
âIâm sorry.â Yaku says, pressing a kiss to your temple, âThey said it was an emergency.â
You shoot a glare, âYeah, yeah, itâs fine.â
âAre you really going to send me off mad?â He presses his forehead to yours, brushing his nose against yours, and it was just like all those years ago; when you had poured your heart out to him in the exact same airport, almost the exact same spot, when he was just about to explore what being an international player meant, âYouâre going to make me want to stay.â
He said the same thing back then.
The smile creeps onto your lips, wrapping arms around your husband, âOkay. Have a safe flight and since youâre going home first, please try to keep the house clean, and water the plants.â
He kisses your lips to quieten your reminders, âYouâre making me really want to stay now.â
You roll your eyes, âAnd could you clean out the fridge.â
His head falls back with a groan, âYou know what, I could probably buy you a ticket right now.â
Akaashi Keiji: The last person to see you like that.
Thereâs a heavy sigh as you drag yourself out of bed. Itâs an ungodly hour, almost four in the morning and your boyfriend remains undisturbed. Even as the bed dips to your weight, he doesnât stir. It isnât until you open the closet that the sound draws his eyes to flutter open. Your hands grip the edges of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head to expose to him your bare back.
It was his favorite sight in the morning, even if he would never admit it to you. The simple act of being able to change in front of him; he finds it cute. The bra comes on and the shorts come off. You stand staring into the abyss that is the closet.
He blows out a puff of air, âDid you always do this?â
Your shoulders tense, eyes darting to him on the bed, âGosh! Keiji! Donât scare me like that.â He has an amused chuckle and you turn back to the closet, fingers randomly grasping a shirt, âChange in the middle of the room? Yeah, I guess itâs something I just got used to doing since I was younger.â
Akaashiâs lips fall to a line, âDid you do it with other people?â
You hum, an indication that you were pondering his thought, âA few guys I dated, I guess. Maybe some friends.â You look back at him, he has a faraway look, and you can tell heâs thinking intently, âWhy? Jealous?â
Itâs the cheeky grin on you, it makes him bury himself into the pillows, muttering a stuttering, âNo.â Even in the dark room, you could see the slight pink in his cheeks.
The bed dips and you sit on the edge in all your glory. Perhaps you werenât even aware that the button covering your shoulders was one that was his, he can tell from the way theyâre a few sizes larger but you seem blissfully distracted.
You lay back onto the bed, âYou know, youâre the only one whoâll ever see me like this now, right?â
Kita Shinsuke: The first and last person to be able to distract you.
At this point, Kita could be deemed a god; youâd snap at anyone who tried to distract you from work, even if you had been sitting in the same spot for over ten hours insisting you were almost done no one but Kita would be able to pry your eyes away. Some said it was because he was your patient and loving partner, others said it was probably due to the fact that Kita let you tire yourself out until he noticed you were ready to give up.
âAre you ready?â He asks, the clock blinking to two in the morning.
You take a glance at him, muttering under your breath, âJust ten more minutes.â
He knows that ten more minutes meant one more hour until you canât physically keep your eyes open anymore and if he recalls, you had barely touched the dinner he set next to you; meaning once you finished, youâd still be awake until three in the morning trying to eat cheese as dinner.
âCome.â His voice sends vibrations down your spine, âNow.â He wasnât playing around.
The exhaustion finally hits you, eyes burning when you finally tear your eyes away to look at your boyfriend, and all the worries of the impending deadline washes away when you see him, âYou come to me.â
He helps you up, legs fallen asleep and sore from all the sitting; you stumble into his chest, the warmth encasing you, âAre you hungry?â Like he has to ask.
âCanât we just go to sleep.â His body is inviting, making your eyes flutter heavily, âI need to wake up early to work on the assignment.â
He runs his fingers through your strands, âWell then, I could make you a sandwich.â
It was always assignment this, assignment that, even if it were just a mere thirty minutes; he wants to take your mind off from the world. Your eyes sleepily watching him move around the kitchen, and even when the clock strikes fifteen to two in the morning, Kita has you munching on the sandwich; making you laugh at his stories of his high school days.
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rewind 12 with yaku, akaashi, and oikawa pleasee!!đđ
Rewind #12: Iâd never want to have you to eat alone, so even if my stomach explodes, Iâll eat with you
Yaku:
You were just so excited, having bought different shaped pans, you were excited to make heart, star, and moon shaped pancakes. The moment they were delivered to the door, you began pouring the pancake mixtures into the pan, and while he tries to devour as much as he could; Yaku watched you hum as you created a third stack of ten pancakes.
He had just finished an entire stack of star pancakes, âSweetie, donât you think, youâve made enough?â He has sweat beating down his forehead, and his stomach just might be beginning to reject the number of pancakes heâs taking in.
You pout, âDo you think so?â You stare at the stacks, a laugh on your lips, âI guess I went a little too far didnât I?â Thereâs a gleam in your eye, a happy grin when you look at him, âI was just so excited to cook for you.â You take one of the star pancakes, âI bought these because they reminded me of you.â
The nauseous feeling his stomach subsides, he might sob out of happiness, he might sob because his entire body just canât handle any more, but he takes another stack, pouring a gracious amount of syrup on it, âNever mind,â He says. In one go, he stuffs three pancakes into his mouth despite how the corners of his eyes are pricked with tears, âIâm going to eat it all.â
Youâd have to rip the last stack from his hands, even as he throws up into the kitchen trashcan, he begs you to give him the last stack. Yaku would never be able to eat a pancake after that, itâs okay, you use the pans to make cute eggs now.
Akaashi:
When you were drunk, you loved to eat. So happy, munching on anything you could get your hands on. And when you were drunk, you loved Akaashi most, clinging to his arm as the two of you escaped the bar and opted for a small diner. He wasnât even concerned that you had ordered almost a fourth of the menu; three appetizers, two entrees, three deserts, and all for yourself.
âEat eat.â You shove your fork into Akaashiâs mouth as if he didnât just finish his entire entrĂ©e two seconds ago, âAkaashi!â You cry out in a whine when he tries to dodge the spoon you had prepared after the fork.
âHoney.â Akaashi holds a hand over his mouth, âI think we should take these home.â He feels his throat salivating from the urge to throw up.
âNo!â You cry out, tears beginning to form, âYou donât like the food? I made it.â
You absolutely did not.
Akaashi coughs, âNo no no, I love it but why donât we eat it at home?â
Persistently, you held the spoon out for him and begrudgingly, he takes the bite as you giggle, âYouâre so cute when you eat my food. So sexy.â You whisper holding out another fork full of food.
It makes him blush, unconsciously taking the fork in his mouth to hold the food he so badly wants to throw up. It takes him an hour to finish the rest of your food; of which you hadnât even taken a bite. The next morning when heâs hung over the toilet bowl, youâd ask him if he drank too much.
Oikawa:
Everyone had cancelled last minute, your birthday party crew opted out of the party once the pandemicâs severity was raised. You couldnât be mad, how could you? You wanted them to be safe but the food on the table stared at you sadly. While your boyfriend next to you was leaning back in his seat, mumbling about his stomach being full, you continued to eat.
âDear, if you keep eating youâll be sick.â Oikawa tries to pull your utensils away but he sees the sadness in your eyes, âHoney, you know it wouldnât have been safe if we had a big party.â
âI know!â You shout, âI just canât stand all this food going to waste.â Without a thought, your hand dives into the cake Oikawa had ordered specially for this day, shoving the sugary sweet into your mouth.
âOkay.â Oikawa begins to roll up his sleeves.
You stare bewildered, âWhat?â
He pokes your nose, âLetâs do this.â His hand reaches out to grasp a chicken wing, âLetâs eat it all!â
It wasnât pretty, the sloppy mess of food on the lips of yours and Oikawaâs. Grease on fingers, sauce dripped on shirts, the last thing that stares at the two of you was the cake. It makes not only you but Oikawa grumble. His pants are already unbuttoned and in the middle, you had changed into sweatpants to accommodate for the food.
âI have an idea.â Oikawa whispers, âTrust me.â
You shouldnât have trusted him because he laughs when the cake in his hand smears over your face. In turn, you do the same, demolishing the cake with your hand and throwing it to stain your boyfriendâs face. Oikawa would later post a picture with your cake covered face, calling the birthday party a hit. And youâd also post a picture, saying that two people was enough for a party.
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Rewind #9 with osamu and kiyoomi pls :>
Rewind #9: Blushing: The Things You Do To Them
Sakusa Kiyoomi: He isnât sure if itâs a thing you did unconsciously, but every time youâd use his hand sanitizer, you would pour a gracious amount that would always end up with you laughing and saying you had too much. At first you would ask him if he wanted some, and if he thought about it, the hand sanitizer would automatically be killing germs so sharing wouldnât be too bad. But now he feels like maybe you are doing it purposely, pouring too much, and letting your hands rub against his fingers. Pushing and pulling through his fingers, warming his hands and his cheeks at your touch.
Miya Osamu: Making him flustered was always hard but maybe youâre realizing just how easy it might have been all along. Always territorial with your food, one day you were just so excited to show that you had personally dished up something new. Originally you had slapped your boyfriendâs hand away but two minutes later, you hold out some of your food between your fingers. His brain falters and his friends laugh at the way a clear blush smacks him across the face. And he buries his face in his palm when he chews your cooking; it was all just so beautiful.
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idk if it would count as a rewind but i'd love to see more of the atsumu idea you posted a while back abt him being your ex and texting you for the netflix password đ„ș if that's not allowed then i'd love to see rewind #9 with osamu and kiyoomi! congrats on 500âŁïž
Rewind #9:Â Blushing: The Thing You Do To Them
Sakusa Kiyoomi: He isnât sure if itâs a thing you did unconsciously, but every time youâd use his hand sanitizer, you would pour a gracious amount that would always end up with you laughing and saying you had too much. At first you would ask him if he wanted some, and if he thought about it, the hand sanitizer would automatically be killing germs so sharing wouldnât be too bad. But now he feels like maybe you are doing it purposely, pouring too much, and letting your hands rub against his fingers. Pushing and pulling through his fingers, warming his hands and his cheeks at your touch.
Miya Osamu: Making him flustered was always hard but maybe youâre realizing just how easy it might have been all along. Always territorial with your food, one day you were just so excited to show that you had personally dished up something new. Originally you had slapped your boyfriendâs hand away but two minutes later, you hold out some of your food between your fingers. His brain falters and his friends laugh at the way a clear blush smacks him across the face. And he buries his face in his palm when he takes in the food that youâve fed him personally and chews your cooking; it was all just so beautiful.
a/n: the atsumu and netflix password fic is sitting in more as a work in progress at the moment. i hope itâll see the light of day soon!
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