#this man truly deserves to be pampered and lovingly taken care of

[kalinawtokilig]

HQ comforting you (Series)

Heyyyy everyone! Anyone mentally stable not to jump out the window but sad enough to sleep until the next month?

Alright, since I'm in quarantine already having grand arguments with family, I'm going to project my seeping repressed emotions by writing!

Enjoy babes, cause this is gonna be a series of various drabbles, headcanons, of multiple Haikyuu characters being at your side when you feel like everlasting shit :')

I'm starting off with my forever 2D soulmates of Haikyuu! How I'm gonna write this is 5 CHARACTERS each post. Let's start off with the big, bara, Godzilla babe himself-

>How they comfort you:

Iwaizumi Hajime will come home ready to shower and shower you with kisses and cuddles. The best moments with you are having your figure cradled in-between his arms, slightly flexing because he simply adores your attention and craves your compliments. He is ready to be vulnerable with you in the confines of the apartment and he always welcomes you to be vulnerable with him. He will ask you about your day and if you want to vent or rant about something that's been annoying you. When you are done, he'll flood you with soft kisses and proceed to hug you a bit tighter, but not bone-crushing. IWAIZUMI HAJIME understands that you're not made of glass and you're not a fragile flower, but he wants to cherish you and needs you to know that he loves how strong you can be and will appreciate it even more if you let him care for you the way you truly deserve. He has always been known to be the 'Pillar of Strength' by Oikawa, his friends, and his old high school team, he's ready to be a pillar of strength for you. You can cry or punch or kick or scream, he'll be by your side to catch you and help you back up.

Sugawara Koushi will write on post-it notes the reasons why he loves you thus attaching polaroid photos of the shenanigans you pull and the dates you had together. When he's on his lunch break, he will send voice memos of how his day is going and wishes to hear about your day and how you're feeling. When he comes home, you're both tired, BUT he will always go the extra mile for you to run a calming bubble bathe, along with your favorite drink on the small table near the bathtub. SUGAWARA KOUSHI will massage you and crack corny jokes as you both bathe together and once you're done, he will pamper you and tuck you into bed, thus opening the TV to watch a show with you so you can both talk shit about how messy the plot is. Sugawara will trace shapes, hearts, his name, your name, and your name with HIS last name - This man will constantly remind you that you are the reason he pushes him to be his best self and he will be damned if he doesn't help you become your best self- Not because of him... It's cause YOU deserve to be happy and be YOUR best self.

Suna Rintaro will observe the smallest changes or tells in your behavior and the tight smiles that can barely reach your eyes he so lovingly steals glances at to see the playful glint in them, and recognize that you're not feeling your best. Suna would not confront to you about it at first, but he will show through acts of service to tell you that say 'I'm always here for you'. It can be by rushing home early so he can cook for you, if he does come late, he'll order your favorite food from that restaurant or fast food place you really like. Suna will drag you into his arms cause he knows how exhausting putting up with people can be and how emotionally draining arguing with stupid people is - I will tell you once SUNA RINTARO will place your head on his chest so you can focus on the grounding heartbeat, gently massaging the nape of your neck and softly play that playlist he made for you when he realized that he loves you so ever dearly. He'll even ask his little sister to send him those facemasks (even ask her to FT you cause you two click so well) or call up his mother to text him the recipe of that dish you ask him to make because you always pay attention to him, his nonsense, and cater to his needs. He wants to be the person that even though you're about to fall apart, he'll make life a little easier with subtle actions rather than grand gestures.

TENDOU SATORI will go above and beyond to comfort you. He can bake, cook, sing you to sleep, read for you, play a sad anime/cartoon movie for you. He understands how you have your low days and how it can affect your wellbeing. He will understand that you can vent to him, sobbing or 'ugly crying' (which he finds adorable because you still look so pretty crying, pouring your feelings to HIM?!...TENDOU SATORI will always find you beautiful, even if you claim how 'ugly' you cry, or wake up in the morning with drool and messy hair...Who cares? You wipe away the morning glory from his eyes, you take care of him when he comes home tired and slightly sticky from catering his own business, you find HIM attractive and he's always astounded by that!) Tendou can take a day off and be your lovely househusband so when you come home, he'll take care of YOU! This man will remove your shoes, take off your coat, do the laundry, have food ready for you on the coffeetable so you both can watch anime or he'll listen intently to what's bothering you at work! Tendou ALWAYS pays attention to you cause you are his PRIORITY! He knows when he’s hovering and he will step away- he assures you that no matter what’s going on, he’ll be ready to find ways to make you realize how loved you are and how much HE love YOU.

Yachi Hitoka will draw cutesy comics of you and her being the dorks you are, even recreating you reacting to her most embarrassing and clumsy moments. Yachi Hitoka knows how work can be too much, the workload overbearing - she sees it in your posture and the dark bars under your eyes when you finish typing documents and coming to bed, spooning her a bit tightly to remember that she’s here with you. She will wake up a bit earlier to make YOU breakfast and bento box. When you wake up, she peppers your face with kisses and presses her lips upon your knuckles and fingers. When your day off finally comes, she buys a new matching pajama set! Both of you will jam out to music, sing at the top of your lungs cause maybe- the stress you’re carrying will be taken out by doing these activities. She may even suggest going out to eat brunch together, then proceed going to stores that you like and coming home to do a shopping haul! When you don’t have time for that, she’ll go shopping herself to buy the necessities you’re running out of, then extra gifts! YACHI HITOKA will make her own gift as well, something sentimental to add onto the shopping she bought so when you come home and you’re both cuddling, she’ll pull out the gift! Yachi Hitoka will help you FEEL these emotions and she will give you what you need to remind yourself that it’s okay to let yourself loose and be given the care and love.

I kinda cried writing this ngl— I’m having HEART PALPITATIONS 😀😀😀

[anika-ann]

Homecoming (S.R)

Type: One-shot (long drabble?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader    Word Count: 1680

Summary: There is no feeling like this; coming home and having this waiting for you...what else could a girl want?

Prompt: coming home to an eager puppy

Warnings: practically zero plot, maybe some bitching about work and then just fluff and more fluff

A/N: For softbiker’s 25 Things Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate in such a positive challenge! May your blog grow and gain more kind followers in the future :))

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You whimpered, muttering profanities as you finally reached the top of the stairs, dropping the suitcase on the floor with a thud, grateful that the wheels would be of use at last. You had climbed three floors up with that thing, because the elevator was out of service; because that was just your luck.

Your feet were aching just like your calves from wearing nothing but high heels for almost two days straight, your Converse doing nothing for you now as it was too late to make up for the time spent in the pumps. The conference few towns over was almost nice, but too luxurious as always; your boss had claim to need you there (he didn’t) and had required you to look presentable and a head taller than him just so rich people could admire his choice of assistant (they didn’t care and those who did made you nauseous).

You really needed to change jobs once an opportunity would rise, before you lost your sanity and missed out on too many things in your life.

You sighed and dragged your feet towards your apartment, a brief smile flashing on your lips as you passed 3A, the home of your acquaintance/friend Clint. A muffled bark greeted you from behind the closed door and you hummed a sleepy “Hi, Lucky” in that direction before continuing your path.

You were worn to a bone; your body felt like made of lead, sticky after travelling, your hair was probably a mess and your breathing was heavy after the almost-midnight workout consisting of walking the stairs while lifting weights.

Yet, contentment slowly lifted your spirits as you reached your door and slid the key to the lock. Furious scratching of nails and quick rhythmic tapping on a bamboo flooring welcomed you along with an enthusiastic bark and you were done for, the widest smile spreading on your lips when you were reminded just what was waiting for you in your home.

You barely managed to open the door for a slit when a pair of paws – one tawny and one white, pushed through, raking with vigour to get to you. You chuckled as you carefully opened some more and slid in, your leg already being bounced on, barks echoing through the apartment as your 10-month-old furball couldn’t but express his excitement.

“Shh, shh-“ you whispered, though the giant grin stayed on your face as you manoeuvred your suitcase into the hall and closed the door and finally, finally crouched to give your favourite boy the greeting he deserved.

The moment you got your hands on him, your heart sang, fluttering in your chest. He was such a sweet baby and not for the first time, you wondered how his previous owners could give him up.

It probably had something to do with the fact that they wanted a damn guard dog – straight away, no less – and didn’t appreciate the love the puppy, a tawny-coloured Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever, had been showering them with.

They had called him Fury, for God’s sake. Who does that? He was the cutest thing you had ever seen, a puppy so full of energy and affection that you had been helpless against his charm, falling in love instantly, secretly renaming him despite not changing a thing in his papers. No Fury. Furball. Your adorable loveable ball of fur, tawny, but with a line of white fur on his head and a patch on his chest and looking like he had lost a tiny white sock from his left back and right front leg.  

“Hi, sweety, hi!” you cooed at him, giggling as he climbed up, stretching his neck so he could lick your face, nearly chasing tears into your eyes. God, this. This made the two godawful days worth it.

Your fingers ran through the fur, scratching and stroking his back, behind his ears and it was a testimony of how much he needed to show you he loved you that rather than rolling on his back to earn himself some belly rubs, he kept licking at your face, his tail swinging wildly.

“What a good boy you are!” you continued in low voice, marvelling at how obedient he was, truly tuning down the barking and welcoming you in other ways instead. “What a sweet greeting you’re giving your momma!”

“Well, we did miss you a lot,” a male voice, raspy from sleep, explained, causing your smile to widen enough to nearly tear your mouth, familiar warmth spreading in your ribcage.

“We?” you echoed, your head snapping up to the figure leaning onto the wall, your breath catching in your throat.

You felt heat rising to your cheeks, your heart skipping an excited beat.

There he was, a real-life Adonis, blond, broad-shouldered and tall, with face carved by the Gods himself. And he had apparently taken a nap on your couch while dog-sitting your buddy, because he had his left cheek red and a bit wrinkled – and still, you felt ashamed as he looked like the most beautiful human being in the stark contrast to your pathetic messy self.

It all had been Clint’s fault, really. First, your neighbour – a half-retired Avenger! – had had you fall in love with his dog Lucky, encouraging you to get a pup on your own. While it could be difficult to arrange everything with your job that occasionally required short travels, he had said, there were always people to dog-sit. You were sold and brought a new four-legged friend home two days later.

Except Clint had forgotten to mention that he was off the table as a potential help, because Lucky was a special snowflake – adorable and loveable one, yes, but incredibly selfish, unable to stand another dog in his territory.

And then the goofball of a man assured that it was still not a problem, because he happened to have a friend who would be delighted to help with your Furball and even would be ecstatic to wear him out by running in the park; all of that, for free, maybe for a bit of food, because he couldn’t quite get a dog of his own. You, the dumbass you were, accepted Clint’s offer, because it sounded amazing.

Once again, he failed to mention an important detail. His dog-sitting volunteer was Captain America himself. You had nearly fainted when he had rung your bell at 6 am in the morning, claiming that Clint had suggested a test run (quite literally).

And yet somehow… somehow it still worked out. Furball loved Steve in an instant – because you obviously weren’t the only one ready to fall to this god-like golden-haired and golden-hearted man’s feet – and Steve Rogers became your regular dog-sitter.

Now, he was standing in the tiny hall in your apartment, smiling tiredly at the reunion of two desperate co-dependents, probably aware just how ready you were to faint again as he had claimed that both of them had missed you.

He didn’t even have the decency to be bashful about it, the charming bastard he was.

He bounced off of the wall, slowly walking to you, extending a hand to help you up. You patted Furball’s head once more and accepted, letting Steve to pull you to your feet and wrap his arm around your waist, his gaze roaming over you lovingly despite your dishevelled state.

“Well, we missed you a lot,” he had said that one time about four months ago, shocking you into silence as you had simply stared at him, watching the blush creep up his neck and face at your soundless “We?” as he realized what had slipped past his lips.

He had been a lot more bashful then, stumbling over his words, frantically trying to explain— and ending up asking you (and Furball, obviously) out anyway.

Four months later, here you were, midnight approaching as Steve greeted you home, a kiss to your hair before ducking his head to kiss your lips.

“Yeah,” he whispered to your mouth, his nose tenderly bumping yours, half-lidded eyes and goofy smiles. His lips caught yours again, only then breathing out the magical word. “We.”

It became a ritual of yours, that little exchange. A brief heartfelt tribute to the moment of your relationship taking an unexpected turn.

Soft ‘hi’s were whispered, few more pecks alternating with ardent kisses lasting long enough to steal your breath, your already tired feet feeling like made of jello, your brain turned into mush with each stroke of Steve’s fingers in your hair.

A whine and impatient pats on your calf signalled that your furry friend was losing patience and demanding some of the attention too. Both you and Steve chuckled to the kiss, parting and he bent lower, giving your good boy a calming scratch behind his ears, while trying to maintain eye-contact with you.

“You could have called, I’d help with the suitcase. The elevator-”

“Yeah, I noticed. Didn’t want to wake you…”

Steve shook his head tenderly, touched and mentally rolling his eyes at the same time. Sometimes you treated him as if he was not a supersoldier… but you both knew he in fact enjoyed it on occasion, simply because while he loved pampering you, he appreciated to be just Steve around you.

“How was the conference, honey? How was the journey?

You huffed in annoyance, not keen on tainting the wholesome reunion with grumbling about your unappealing job.

“I’ll tell you in the morning. Now I just want a shower and some snuggles if that’s okay,” you mumbled, your energy once again leaving your body at the memory of your draining weekend.

Steve’s brows furrowed in concern, but when you attempted a lame smile, he returned it fully and planted another kiss on your forehead, caressing your arm.

“Yeah. I think we can do that,” he assured you with a light squeeze to your bicep, turning to your companion as he patted his thigh and gestured for the puppy to follow. “Come on, Furball. Let’s leave your momma to clean up and warm the bed for her in the meantime. Then we can give her all the snuggles she wants.”

Steve glanced at you over his shoulder once more, a twinkle in his soft blue-green eyes and you felt your heart grew in size.

It felt good to be home. And coming home to a puppy and a man who could as well be a golden retriever in a human form? There was simply no other feeling like it.

You couldn’t wait to snuggle them both.

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S.R. masterlist

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Thank you for reading! I’m pretty sure that’s the shortest fic I’ve ever written, so I hoped you enjoyed the change ;)