Rip To All Our Potential S/o Who Just Wouldnt Be Enough. Not When Theyre Not Ushiwaka Using His Big,

rip to all our potential s/o who just wouldn’t be enough. not when they’re not ushiwaka using his big, veiny hands to grip every patch of skin he could see in the dimly lit room he rented as your tongues intertwine, a trail of your spit connecting the both of you as you part with hazy eyes from the sheer heat and intensity of the prologue.

osamu x reader - “addition”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 711

notes: this has a sequel in atsumu’s point of view entitled “another addition”

osamu promised himself he wouldn't cry.

no. he wouldn't give his twin brother the ammunition he needs to forever shame him. he told himself he wouldn't cry but as looked down at the small, tiny human being in his arms, he couldn't help but notice just how minuscule their hand is. he reached out, hesitant, but as if the baby felt the presence of their father, they reached out and latched onto osamu's pinky. it was at that moment that he thought, 'fuck it'. no amount of the humiliation he'll get from his brother's jokes will ever come close to the feeling of joy and love in his heart. the baby was so tiny. their baby. his baby. his own flesh and blood. osamu's eyes crinkled as tears cascaded down his cheeks towards their conjoined hands. he bit his lip, in an effort to stop the stupid sobs that threatened to come out of his shaking lips but to no avail, they escaped anyways. but he paid it no mind. not really. not when his pride and joy was touching him in this intimate moment only they shared.

"'samu..." he couldn't look at you because he wanted to spare some dignity to himself. he's supposed to be stronger than this. he's a father now, for christ's sake!

god. he's a father now. he'll need to repeat this a few more times before it fully sinks in. never in a million years did he see this as his life but now that he's here, there's no way he'd ever regret this. osamu's body shook as he leaned his head closer towards their hands. his forehead gently nudged the baby's soft skin, tears never stopping its flow. the baby was warm. it was different from your hugs that were always tight and comforting. no, it was foreign and fragile but it was home. osamu smiled brightly at that. this was home too.

"thank you," osamu reached his free hand to hold yours, "thank you for this. thank you for giving me a child. thank you for making me a father. thank you for making us a family. i love you. god, i really love you. what did i do to deserve you two?"

you gripped his hand tighter, tears unable to stop flowing from your eyes as well. no. you couldn't after seeing your man look so vulnerable and so happy at the same time. it was this gesture that made osamu look at you, glass-eyed and voice shaking but ever firm and determined, "i will protect the two of you. i'll provide for you, love you, and make sure you're always happy. i promise. i love you. i love you two so, so much. i can't—"

"i know 'samu," you were surprised you could say that much from the uncontrollable sobs that wrecked your body. his eyes twinkled brighter than any star you have come across and its intensity sent a thousand fluttering explosions in your chest. he was so good to you. he always was and you have no doubt that he would be good to your little babe as well.

"my baby, no, our baby... you're finally here... freaking real... this ain't a dream..." osamu mumbled to himself as he caressed the small tuft of hair at the top of their head before moving his hand to their chest, feeling the rapid beating of their heart. just like that, osamu lost all of his calm and fully broke down into a sobbing mess.

fuck. never, not even once, in his life did osamu think that something was missing. not since you came along but this? this ardor, this protectiveness, this joy, this wholeness was beyond anything his words could describe. it was as if the stars joined together to make this dream a reality. because that was what this was. it was a dream. and it came true. he now had a tiny bundle of joy in his arms and a loving partner to stand by his side. he couldn't believe it still but there was no going back now. not like he had any intention of doing so, of course.

his life couldn't be more perfect and yet here he was. and you know? it's all thanks to you.

sakusa x reader - “midnight milk troubles”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 839

notes: first part of my christmas special? one story each day until the 25th

theme: hot chocolate

the cold december winds brought comfort to you and you knew you needed every ounce of it as you could get. as you huddled closer to your thick, fluffy comforter, you wondered if this was what heaven was like. cold air brushing against your skin, warm christmas lights illuminating in the background, soft joyful songs playing from your neighbor's playlist, and finally, some peace as you hid away from the world that seems to be intent on ruining every day of your life. it was probably around midnight but recently, your days ended up being much longer than what it should be so when you finally felt your eyes drooping into a close, you were relieved.

now, if only you could actually get some well-deserved sleep.

a sharp ring made you jump up from your fetal position and a massive onslaught of dizziness made you hiss out a curse. glaring at your phone, you made it ring a little longer out of spite. serves whoever that is for dragging you away from the comforts of sleep back to hell itself. only when you noticed who was calling did you actually make a move to answer it.

"y/n."

"omi."

a long pause.

"i'm out of milk."

you blinked, processing what your beloved boyfriend just said, "that is... unfortunate."

another long pause.

"buy."

"excuse me? what was that?" this has got to be a joke or maybe some really weird dream that you want to wake up from asap.

"buy me milk."

you don't know if you should laugh at omi's deadpan tone or if you should finally put your murdering skills that you totally didn't learn from crappy horror films into use.

"okay. i'll go tomorrow—"

"no. go out now."

"omi, it's two o'clock in the morning."

"and?"

"i need sleep?"

"you can sleep after bringing me milk."

"..."

"most shops would be close."

"the convenience store near your house is open 24/7."

"..."

"listen," you little shit— “if you really want milk right now, then go buy some yourself because i am not getting out to buy milk in the dead of the night in the middle of winter."

"i can't do that. i'll get sick."

"and i wouldn't? am i your sacrificial lamb?" you were this close to combusting.

"...you can put it that way."

"oh my god, omi!"

"..kidding. just get the milk."

"no, you listen here mister because i'm not about to repeat myself-" you were getting into a really long rant but the familiar beep of the call being ended reached your ears first.

.

.

.

.

.

"you freaking jerk! sakusa kiyoomi i swear to god i'm going to murder you!"

except... you didn't quite do that. after cursing and killing sakusa in your head for five minutes straight, you felt compelled to actually see through his demands. what kind of witchcraft does he involve himself in? anyway, you ended up buying his godforsaken milk and are now enroute to his apartment that was quite frankly, quite a bit away from yours.  ah, the lengths you do for love and sakusa's devilishly charming appeal. when you do finally arrive at his doorstep, you were sure that your temperature would be around subzero but that's okay. so long as you get sakusa his goddamn milk, right?

now, after all that effort, you would expect that sakusa would give you, at the bare minimum, a thank-you tiny smile or even a long-distance peck but no. you received a spray of lysol in your face and a demand that you strip and wash yourself. it was understandable, for safety reasons, but he could have been nicer. begrudgingly, you followed your extremely loveable, soft, and beautifully rude but still caring boyfriend that you are mad crazy about.

after finishing your bath, you expected to be murdered or something but instead, you were pleasantly surprised as you see a slightly flustered sakusa lifting his arms for a hug and a very inviting cup of hot cocoa on the coffee table and really, who are you to refuse? even god wouldn't. so as any sane human being, you ran into his arms, taking in his scent, fresh linen with hints of faded scented alcohol, and purred. your bedroom was nothing compared to this. as sakusa's warmth enveloped you, your frustration about the whole scenario faded into nothing. no amount of tire would ever be equal to the satisfaction of being held close against his very soft hoodie and his beating heart.

"i missed you," normally, you would never hear such words from the big man himself but i suppose the distance could break even the strongest people. god fucking damn it all. you're a simp for sakusa and you were sure as hell proud of it, "i heard from your friends that you liked hot cocoa so i made you one. but... i ran out of milk."

for the first time that night, you smiled, "that's fine. i'll buy a million cartons of milk in the cold if it'll lead me close to you."

hello. it’s me. i was wondering if after all these years iwaizumi still has his godzilla collection tidied up in his room

i am convinced that daichi is a father in all aspects aside from the child part. meaning, he makes corny jokes, very questionnable sounds and strange hobby projects.

bokuto is the type to get into whatever shit his s/o would get into. you’re into kpop? watch him wheeze after coughing up a perfect cypher from your fav group in foreign tongue. you’re into theater plays? he memorized your favorite play’s songs and he sings in randomly within the day. you’re into writing? he’s not going to write but he is going to read your works and actually give feedback esp the emotional scenes. he also always says the dumbest shit that becomes your next big idea. just bokuto being so supportive of his s/o because that should be the standard for everyone. (also he’s highly competitive and he’s always trying to one up you in everything. that includes support bc yknow, you never miss any of his games and you always cheer him up and ok bye.)