I SAW MY HUSBANDS IM HERE I HAVE ARRIVED AND IM CRYING BC IM SINGLE

I SAW MY HUSBANDS IM HERE I HAVE ARRIVED AND IM CRYING BC IM SINGLE

Ah omg I just got an idea for a lil fic that maybe you could write if you wanna! No pressure at all!

Okay so in this reader is a poet but only as a hobby, not as a profession. They have shown their poems to Kuroo or Osamu (+any character you wanna add) but not the ones that are intended for the bois because they're too shy and whenever they wanna do it, they freak out and just don't do it? And the bois accidentally come across it and they know it is about them (call it intuition or maybe the title it "for blah blah blah") and the bois just cry because feels😩💞

Oh and just one thing, the reader's writings are just very flowery with the most beautiful prose (like~ "kisses that inspire stars to ignite" or something like that. Idk I write a lot like that and I just love it too much akdgdldufbdl)

Thank you so much! Have a lovely day ahead :)

WHEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY READ THE POEM YOU WROTE FOR THEM

with: osamu, kuroo, semi

notes: a/n in p.s.! — fluff! featuring my sorry attempt at poetry

❊ OSAMU waves your notebook at you as he exits the classroom, a simple gesture of thanks that sends your heart into loops. he secures your belonging in his bag, grateful to have you, and subsequently your notes, in his every day. the two of you walk home on your own different routes, both completely oblivious of your little confession tucked away in prose, scribbled between your notes. he plumps down on his chair, clearly not excited about spending a few good hours studying. he could be resting now or even making that bento box he promised he'd bring for you again. with another sigh, he flips your notebook open, eyes scanning through the handwriting he's come to love. suddenly, he stops at a little note, lazily written on the side:

gazing absently through heavy-lidded eyes as canary beams pierce through the listless room your warm tone mismatches the tiredness of early noon ever so effortlessly you hand over a clothed box entirely oblivious to how my heart feels a hundred knocks. your kindness is supposed to be mundane a scarlet rush to the cheeks as you tread away, as the sun sets once more i let the butterflies astray this scenario i surely will replay. i hope the day will arrive, with the courage and no strife to finally send to you, to: osamu

he's frozen, drinking in your words—your words for him. he's overwhelmed with all these emotions he can't comprehend and process. he wants to call you, he wants to see you, he wants to read the poem again and again just to make sure it was about him, that it was his. without him knowing, he's tearing up, lost in his own happily confused thoughts. you like him, you like the bentos he gives you. he's smiling as he wipes his tears—you like him enough to write him a poem.

"did you find everything you needed?" you yawn, still a bit hazy from the morning. osamu hands you back your notebook and smiles, a shy boyish smile. "yeah," he puts his hands on his pockets and looks away, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "thank you, y/n." he says before briskly shuffling out the room, leaving you no time to reply. you watch as he quickly disappears into the hallway, his familiar gray hair mixing with the bustling morning crowd. a yawn escapes you once more as you slump down your chair and lazily flip through your notebook. suddenly, you stop, as so the rest of your world. for written beneath your forgotten poem is another, a reply of some sorts, scribbled neatly in his familiar handwriting.

❊ KUROO's eyes trail on your pen as they scribble away words he can't seem to comprehend. with a little sigh, he shifts his gaze to you and your focused frown. he loved seeing you like this, engrossed and determined, but there was this ticklish feeling in him that just urged him to disturb you. perhaps, he wanted you to look at him like that too.

and without thinking much, his hands swoop in and grab your notebook from the table, immediately holding it up away from you. with a huff, you try to retrieve it but to no avail.

"lemme just see what you've been busy with, y/n..." he coos, teasingly flipping through the pages. "notes, notes, oh you spelled adenosine triphosphate wrong here." his eyes dart through each word then at you with a smug little smile.

"shut up, give it back." you hiss, which he ignores.

"oooh look what we have here..." and with that, kuroo clears his throat and puts his hand on his chest,

deep hues of plum and claret slowly dance through the sifted clouds

he begins, dramatically reading off your poem as if he was in a shakespearean play. your cheeks exude a deep read, heart raising and anxious.

treading leisurely through what we make of as paper towns and lifeless crowds

it was your last intention for him to catch even a glimpse of this little poem. but here he is nevertheless reading, no, mocking it no less.

you who loom tall and proud over safely like a shroud,

walking together has me hoping that the winding roads will go on for hours.

call it intuition or familiarity, but he begins to slow his reading, the playfulness nowhere in his tongue.

is it even safe to say

that i long for moments like these to stay

but when i see your figure against the hues of day,

i wish i had the courage to keep this walk home cliché

he finishes almost in a whisper remembering the days he walked you home. he looks at you, studying and understanding the meaning behind the flush of your cheeks. you stand, looking everywhere but at him, and snatch your notebook from his loosened grasp.

you hear his footsteps from behind you, "wait y/n, i'm sorry. um," yet you continue to walk away. "that poem," he continues and you ignore. "is it about..." he catches up to you and tugs on your sleeve, so softly it makes you stop. "...me?"

you stiffen in his presence, no, in his question. for it was true, all your prose, all your words are for him.

"and what if it is?" you utter with all the fake courage.

kuroo straightens, taken aback by your sudden honesty, "oh, i..." he shifts his hands to the back of his neck. shy, the man before you is shy, "i'd actually really like that."

❊ SEMI spins his pen around his fingers, gaze focused on nowhere as he tries to find the words for his lyrics. you sit across him, admiring the way the afternoon sun hits his features just right. suddenly, his gaze lands on you. he didn't mean to, in fact, he's been trying to avoid it all this time. for the way you sat there—just a few inches from him, wonderful and radiant—distracted him from getting any work done.

he's aware of his feelings for you, he's written about it countless times, he's just unsure of yours. and he wouldn't dare ruin what you two currently have for his selfish feelings.

"got anything?" he suddenly speaks, forcing himself off his own thoughts.

you look up at him and absentmindedly shrug, "dunno, you can take a look at these though," semi takes the notebook you hand him and peruses through the pages. he then stops and smiles, he's found it, his new lyrics.

"i can use these, right?" he asks and you nod in consent, completely oblivious of the verse he chose.

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the hallways sound with the morning bustle of chatting students. from the corner of your eye, you spot semi excitedly holding up his guitar and calling for you. a smile finds its way on your lips as you skip out to the hallway to meet him.

"listen to this," he says after the two of you found a pretty quiet corner by the staircase. he gently places his fingers on the chords of his guitar, and you're immediately absorbed, captivated.

he starts to strum softly and beautiful notes lift through the air between him and you. then he sings:

rugged tunes and misfit moods,

defiant colors do those snow-piercing eyes exude.

slowly as you pluck through several melodies

come be my remedy

you hold in your gasp, mentally cursing yourself for having forgotten this little verse you wrote for him. you peer at semi who's still playing his new song to you, hoping and wishing he doesn't notice. oh, but he does. he takes note of your blush, of the way you suddenly looked away, the way your hands just can't seem to relax. but he doesn't understand, you weren't usually like this.

he thinks about the little moment the two of you had throughout the day. did you not like his song? did he say something wrong? or perhaps, did you in fact like it? he's left sighing and going back and forth, and his friends have had quite enough.

"stop it," hayato hisses at him and his eyes widen in surprise. everyone in their little lunch circle starts nodding their head, he wasn't really doing a good job at hiding his dilemma.

semi sighs another time and takes a piece of paper from his notebook, your lyrics written on it, and shows it to everyone. "y/n wrote this and i used it in my song, i think she got upset..."

they all lean in to get a glimpse of the lyrics then look at each other, either plain tired or holding in their laughter from semi's ignorance.

"dude," tendou hands the paper back to his oh-so-stupid and naive friend, "it's literally about you."

semi furrows his eyebrows and thinks about it. sometimes, to see the obvious it has to be pointed out to you. and once realization strikes him, he's a mess of crimson blushes and seemingly a hundred heartbeats.

p.s.: alright i loved this prompt so much it challenged me but i ultimately started hating what i was writing so i elicited @reinpours' help with the poems for this one! i just want to say hats down to people (like you kashish!) who can write beautiful prose, it is so hard and i believe it takes a certain level of skill and passion to do so. so kudos to you! my flowery words have simply withered away HAHAHAAHAHAHA

p.p.s.: these were long long lmao also i can't help but just imagine semi looking for you first thing in the morning with his guitar i would disintegrate

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PLSSSSS

iwa: PUTANGIN- ANG INIT NITO ANO BA PUNYETA

oiks: 0_o iWa are you okay ???? 0_o

it’s okay i didn’t need my heart anyway 😀

This is a visual representation of my interpretation of Trese’s relationship with The Kambal which is basically “I still don’t trust you but I love you anyway” (among other things as well)I really don’t think she completely trusts them which is why the twins work hard for her approval but it never really worked out. Idk how it is in the comics tho. Angst fuel 🙏 I based Basilio’s hair as a child in the comics since I just prefer it.

I BELIEVE IN DESTINY JEAN 😫😫😫

hi! i have a request about jean and reader that are internet friends who have never seen each other in a real life. they just chat somewhere using nicknames. one day they accidentally meet irl and jean invites reader on a date. later they text each other about this date and both feel jealous. they are just sooo confused, cause they like someone irl, then why they don't want their internet friend to find a s/o? and happy ending, please? i hope that you take good care of yourself, love u <3

omg sure! i just got heavily inspired about this, i hope you like it!! take care of yourself too, anon ! <3

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jkst is online

jkst is typing...

jkst: hi

Your phone rings at this last notification. You take your phone. The world-wide used avatar chat app sound comes with another message.

jkst: that sounded awkward lol

You unlock your phone and enter the chat, reading the two new messages. You type fast, a smile on your lips.

outofcoolnames: hey, Kir.

He told you his name was Kir. The first day you met, you received a little document with all the chat rules, in where you can't share your name, your city or pictures of you. It has to be safe for everyone. On the other side of the chat, Jean chuckles. He always does when he reads your username.

outofcoolnames: yeah like it sounded as if we were having a normal conversation.

outofcoolnames: what are you doing awake so early? it isn't noon yet lol go back to sleep.

Kir never, never messaged you before noon, and he always tells you he has been sleeping, so finding his message at 10 on the morning while you're working surprised you a lot. Fortunately, there isn't a lot of people on the book shop, so you can answer him calmly.

jkst: oh, you think you're funny? us adults have to wake up early for adult things. you'll never understand, child.

You don't know exactly his age, even when it is legal to share it on the chat, but you know he's on his early twenties. You raise a brow quietly. You tip fast while a couple enters the bookshop, with a little girl on their hands.

outofcoolnames: sure, geezer. now, if you let me, i have to work because i'm an adult.

You put your phone on your pocket, getting closer to the family. "How can I help you?"

The little girl tells you that she wants a "huge, no, enormous book about fairies with some dragons and a huge festival?"

You need almost an hour to let the girl decide between all the books you showed her. She finally decided for a illustrated book full of classic tales. You give it to her mother and, thanking the family, you open the door for them. When you close, looking at all the books you have to put back in the shelves, you hear an unpleasant sound followed by a deep moan. When you look at the crystal door, you can see a tall boy rubbing his forehead, his other hand on the door. You realize you hit him.

“Oh no, sorry, sorry.” you say, opening the door. He takes his honey eyes to you, his forehead a little red and his big hand rubbing the place where he got hurt. “Come in, please.” you say. You think you have a pomade inside.

“Yes, that was what I was trying to do, actually.” he jokes. You blush, you hit him and he’s literally joking about it. 

“Please sit here.” You show him a little sofa you have for kids to read. He’s not sure his knees will enter on the little couch, so he says he doesn’t need to sit. You run to the back of the store, taking a pomade from the bathroom. “Here, put this. It should avoid a bump.” He thanks it and puts a little on his forehead. You look at him while he does it. 

He has to take his light brown fringe out of his face to rub the pomade on his forehead. His hands are big, with bony and really long fingers that end on good-cared nails. His eyes are honey like color, and he has a mullet on the back of his head. He ends applying the pomade and takes his hand back down. He offers you the other.

“Jean Kirstein. Just in case you want to pay me a coffee.” You blush. After all, you hit him. Maybe you should invite him to drink something. Your half morning break starts now, so you take his hand.

“Y/N. And, casually, I have a break now. Where do you want to take a cup?”

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Jean opened the door this time and that made you laugh. He closed behind him and searches a free table with his tall body. He walks towards one.

“Sorry, I opened it, I still have war flashbacks.” You laugh and you both ask for your drinks. “So, Y/N, you should look more at doors.” you laugh.

“I know, I know. My bad, sorry.” you say. He shows a big smile.

He’s attractive, you can’t deny it. From his marked jaw to his smooth clavicle, seen through the open buttons of his shirt. Also, he has a really cute smile. He looks around, to all the people in the café. He smiles at you.

“So, you work on a book shop?”

Jean and you keep talking while you drink your coffees. He tells you he has been working on some art pieces lately. As you could suppose, he’s a painter. 

“I wish I could live just by painting. I work on an office all afternoons.” He says. The smile on his face fades a bit when he talks about the office. You listen to him quietly, his face quietly changing when you ask him more about his paintings. The break passes fast and he decideds to give you his number.

"You know. That way you don't need to hit me on the face with a door." you laugh and blush again. Is he going to forget it?

"Please, don't tell anyone..." you ask. He nods and leaves, a huge smile on his face. You feel butterflies.

Does liking someone feel like this?

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jkst: sorry, i disappeared today. i had a date.

You let the towel fall from your head while you read the message, the other towel around your body.

outofcoolnames: oh wow, a date.

You felt uncomfortable. Kir had a date. But well, you don’t know him. He has to search someone to date, after all.

jkst: jealous? :P

outofcoolnames: nah. i also got one.

Now is Jean the one looking at his phone with frown brows. He has no shirt on and he’s lying on his bed. He sits to read that message twice. You look at the paper with Jean's telephone number. Should you call him today? maybe tomorrow? or maybe send a message to let him know your number.

outofcoolnames: i think that silence means you’re jealous :D

Jean doesn’t know why, but he is. Damn, of course he is. He shouldn’t because you’re just internet friends, you didn’t saw each other. He doesn’t know how you look, what personality you have or if you’re even on the same country as him! 

jkst is typing...

jkst is online

jkst is typing...

jkst is online

jkst - last connection, now

You look at it. Has he just left? The hell? What is wrong with this guy? You let out a sigh and change to the other app. You introduce Jean's number and search him on the list, your lip between your teeth. You find him. His profile picture is a cute selfie of himself and a little cat. You message him.

y/n: hey, i'm y/n. this is my number if you want to adress it.

His answer comes in seconds.

Jean: oh, the door friend. cool, adding you.

That way of jocking, that way of tyiping. Why does it remember you to Kir? You shake your head. It doesn't. It's just that Kir left unexpectedly.

y/n: yeah i'm sorry, i hit you with the door. should we see each other another time?

Jean: sure. why not tomorrow? when's your break?

Wow, tomorrow. The guy is fast as hell. You check the other app, but Kir isn't online. You send him a quick message.

outofcoolnames: hi?

Again, no response, no connection. You go back to the other chat quickly. You answer that your break is tomorrow at 11:30, as it was today.

Jean: i'll make the effort to wake up that early. see you tomorrow.

y/n: bye :D

You go to sleep, but you check the other app a couple times.

On the next street, lying on his bed, Jean checks it too.

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"Good morning, y/n" he says when you enter the café. You search Jean. He's playing with his phone, moving it between his hands. You take a seat in front of him. You put yours on the table, side up. He does the same and you order some coffee. As the other day, you talk casually about a lot of things.

"Jean!" you hear a boy calling him. Jean looks around and finds the owner of the voice. He's a tall man, with a bun. Holding his hand, a black-haired girl smiles at Jean.

"Wow, Eren and Mikasa, the happy married couple!" Jean looks at you. "Could you excuse me for a moment? I promise I'll be back as fast as I can." He winks at you and gets up. You take your phone from near his. You enter the app. Kir has entered before, but he didn't answer you. You sigh and type.

outofcoolnames: look, kir, i... i was joking. i really like this guy and i think he also likes me but... when i'm here... i think about you. it is dumb because i don't know you. but i do. please, come back.

When you hit the send button, Jean's phone illuminates and sounds. The same sound your app has.

Wait a damn minute. Why did his app sound when you sent the message?

It has to be a coincidence. You debate between trying again and leaving it, but one more message isn't going to be a catastrophe. You tip again.

outofcoolnames: kir?

Again, his phone illuminates and sounds. Does that mean he is Kir?

You look behind you. Jean keeps talking with the couple. He said his last name before, it was something with a K, right? K, K, K....

Kirstein. Kirstein, right? He's not called Kir. It is a part of his surname. You enter fast his user. jkst. Jean Kirstein. Jean Fucking Kirstein. You look at him again. That's why his way of texting reminds you of him. That's why you think of Kir when Jean talks. Because it's the same person.

You like Kir. You like Jean. You like the two versions of the same person. Jean comes back quickly and he sits. He takes his phone. "Oh, did it sound?" he asks. But you can only look at him. You look at his hazel eyes. The eyes you wanted to see for so long, the lips you wanted to meet. They are all there. Kir is there.

"Do you use... ChatApp?" you ask, with quite voice. Jean smiles, blushed.

"I... I do.. I've met a person there. We chat often. Their username is really cool."

"The username is literally outofcoolnames." you reply.

"Yeah, but it gives like... What?" he looks at his phone. "Did you read my messages?"

You take your phone from under the table, the chat with jkst opened.

"No. I wrote them."

Jean looks at your phone. That's his ChatApp account. That's your ChatApp account. That is your chat. His head was a mess. He liked two people. But you're both of them? Is this fortune?

"You... You don't know how much I wanted to meet you." he sighs. He admires every single detail of your face. They all are like in your descriptions. He has been so blind.

"I also wanted to meet you. But Jean appeared before Kir. I liked Kir, but I assumed he had his partner, and you looked really interested..." you whisper.

"Do you believe in destiny?" he asks. He takes his phone to the table again. You shake your head. "Then, how do you explain that I fell in love with the same person twice?" he says. "Not once. Twice. With your personality through a screen, and with you all in your book store. This are signals. We belong together." you look at him. That's Jean, but he's also Kir. Your Kir.

The boy that made you feel so much through a simple screen. The one that is smiling at you now. Looking at you with sweet and hazel eyes. He uninstalls the app in front of your asking eyes.

"We don't need this anymore. Now we are face to face. And I hope it is for a long time."

HEY!!! can i get haikyuu boys when their kid comes to cuddle with them and their s/o in the morning? (pls include kuroo—)

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTIONS WHEN THEIR CHILD COMES TO CUDDLE WITH YOU BOTH IN THE MORNING

characters — timeskip!miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarō, kuroo tetsurō

a/n — hope you enjoy my love <333 also i got this request before my character changes,, altho i did mention i don’t mind writing for kuroo anyways !

☾ ATSUMU groans a little when he feels a tap on his shoulder, his arms around you tightening as he pulls your figure closer to his chest, placing a soft kiss against your temple. he only opens his eyes when he feels a nudge against his bicep, his daughter pouting down at him as she tries to crawl under him. the imagine has his chest rumbling with a deep laugh, lifting his arm for her to crawl in between you both. “ya alright, princess? make sure ya don’t steal all the cuddles, daddy needs em too” your daughter giggles softly, nuzzling against your chest and he finds himself smiling at your still sleeping figure, his arm returning to its place around your waist as he pulls you both closer and he smiles, a little wobblier this time because he’d stay here forever if he could. “how d’ya expect me ta get up now, angel? don’t need anythin’ else when av got ya both here with me already.”

☾ IWAIZUMI felt himself blinking awake when he felt a weight at his feet, opening his eyes to notice his daughter curled up at the bottom of the bed, nuzzling into his leg. he’s quick but gentle as he sits up, trying not to wake you as he reaches for his daughter, his smile a little sleepy and eyes a little dark, voice deep when he speaks “come on, princess. you’re gonna get cold down there, cmeer.” his features are softer than normal despite the sleep lacing them, guiding his daughter onto his chest before he’s reaching to pull you close against his side, placing a chaste kiss against your forehead as his lips linger on the skin, and even though he’s the only one awake right now, he can’t help but smile when he breathes out an i love you because he knows even if you can’t hear him, it’s felt and maybe love was best felt just like this.

☾ SAKUSA had always been a light sleeper, so he was quick to wake when he felt a tug at his shirt, opening his eyes to see a familiar head of messy black curls blinking up at him from the side of the bed, a pout on his daughter lips. “what’s wrong sweetheart? did you have a nightmare?” his voice is raspy when he speaks, but it’s gentle - his hand moving to brush the hair from his daughters face as he smiles softly, leaning over to help her onto the bed but careful enough to make sure you’re not nudged awake as you lay against his side. he shifts you slightly, allowing your child to lay under his other arm before he’s pulling you closer, his cheek resting against the crown of your head as he breathes a content type of sigh, a ghost of a smile on his lips when his eyes close, because he knows this kind of love is true, always.

☾ SUNA mumbled under his breath when he felt a tug at his hair, batting at the sudden pain before he was met with a childish groan in return, the sound causing his eyes to peek open as he pulls you closer against his chest. “what’re you pouting for, pretty girl?” his daughter pouts up at him from where she’s trying to crawl under his arm, letting out a small whine when he mimics that same pout, smirking slightly when she huffs and folds her arms, but it turns a little lovesick because she’s just like you. “cmeer then, pretty.” his arm eventually outstretches as she crawls under it, nuzzling herself between you both as his arm circles your waist again, squeezing lightly as the corners of his lips upturn slightly, sleepily drawling out his words under his breath “my clingy babies.”

☾ KUROO his head shot up from its place between the pillows when he felt a weight on his back, his hand reaching immediately for your figure, pulling you close to make sure you were okay. his brows furrow when he feels a poke inbetween his shoulders, turning to see two pools of amber that although look like his, they glimmer like yours as his daughter crawls towards you both, cuddling into your sleeping figure. “what’re you doing awake, huh kitten? cmeer, get under but no kicking or you’re out!” his lips stretch into a lazy smirk as she giggles and he finds himself turning onto his back, pulling you both against his chest just so he can start his morning like this, feeling like he owns the world just because he was holding his.

USHI GUSHY AND SUNARIN PLS IM KILIGING MY ASS OFF

im here to request again !! aahhmm can i request how will hq boys react if their s/o called them 'their husband' while ordering through a drive thru?? again i like to say i love your writing ❤️❤️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION WHEN YOU SUDDENLY CALL THEM YOUR HUSBAND

with: timeskip! suna, ushijima, oikawa, akaashi

notes: fluff! ❤️❤️ anon i love u so much!!!! also, i added a few other scenarios here but put the drive-thru one for suna~ ur prompts are so cute btw ;;

❊ SUNA scans the menu from your side of the window thinking of what to get. it's way past dinnertime and nothing about fast food in the middle of the night screams healthy but these spontaneous little drive-thru trips with you are just too precious to pass up.

a voice from the intercom suddenly shakes him from his thoughts, "welcome to wackdonald's, what can i get for ya?"

you turn the car radio down and move your head closer to the window, "um, i'll just get the fries and..." you trail off turning to your boyfriend, "rin what are you getting?"

suna squints at the menu again and hums, "just the cheeseburger and some coke." he says before slumping back down on his seat and busying himself with his phone. you glance at him and smirk, a silly little idea popping into your head.

you clear your throat making sure that he'll hear you, "uh-hu, and my husband will get the cheeseburger happy meal." and as you expected, his head shoots up from his phone in surprise. you choose to ignore him, suppressing your giggles, and continue to drive to collect and pay for your order.

you thank the crew with a smile as they give you the bag with your food and hand suna his happy meal, "what's wrong, rin?"

he looks away almost instantly and mumbles, "nothing." you bite your lip, his little frown and pout is making it impossible for you to keep your act up, "why'd ya get me a happy meal?" he asks.

you shrug as you drive off the restaurant, "just because..." finally you give in, letting a chuckle slip your lips, "...my husband deserves it." suna's head whips to you, and as soon as he sees that little smirk on your face he rolls his eyes, a flustered blush creeping on his cheeks.

❊ USHIJIMA takes a handful of onions from a stall and chirpily places it in your basket. he's lost in his own little world, inspecting vegetables and thinking of what to cook for you tonight. "look at this y/n," he reaches for a fresh cabbage and shows you, "it's newly harvested." your eyes dart from the cabbage and at your smiling boyfriend, your weekly rendezvous to the farmer's market never fails to put him in the best mood.

you take the cabbage from his hand and grin, "something with this for dinner later then?" he nods his head and continues his shopping.

you walk up to the lady minding the stall and pay for your goods and she gives you a big smile, "your husband sure knows his vegetables." she chuckles as she eyes ushijima, who suddenly finds himself listening in your little conversation.

a smile tugs at your lips, "ah, yes. my husband loves coming here." the words slip from your mouth and ring just right in your ear.

you thank the lady and get ready to leave when ushijima suddenly takes a set of carrots and puts them in your basket, "we'll also be taking these," he points to the carrots and passes the lady his payment.

"ooh, looks like dinner will be good!" the lady chirps as she returns his change.

ushijima nods, a pleased grin on his face, "yes, i will be making vegetable stir fry for my wife later."

❊ OIKAWA nervously clears his throat and fixes his hair for the hundredth time in the past hour. you suppress a small laugh and snake your hands up to his hair, fixing it yourself. "you'll do fine, tooru. don't worry."

he lets out an anxious sigh but grins at your touch, "well i am meeting the rest of your family for the first time today-"

"-y/n!" a kid calls for you, waving their little hands excitedly.

you shoot them a smile and wave back, "that's my nephew/niece," you tell oikawa and take his hand, leading him up the front door.

your nephew/niece stares up at your boyfriend with this little sparkle of wonder in their eyes as they gasp, "whoa!" they giddily look him up and down then shoot you a grin, "your husband is really tall!"

you snort out a laugh, "right? my husband's a volleyball player!" you beam.

your nephew/niece gasps again and you feel oikawa's shoulder tense up, "cool! can you teach me?" they ask him with anticipation and he gives them a big grin nodding his head, "of course!"

you couldn't help but smile and wonder why he was ever nervous about meeting your family when he's such a natural, "why don't we go inside? everyone's probably waiting." the kid nods and runs inside the house.

just as the two of you head inside, he pulls you in and whispers, "you didn't correct them..." he clears his throat, "about the husband thing..."

you tilt your head playfully, "hm? did you want me to?"

oikawa's features suddenly light up and his usual smirk finds its way back on his lips, "hmmm..." he trails off teasingly and confidently takes your hand in his, "nope, i'd rather you not."

❊ AKAASHI silently stands beside you with his hands clasped together behind his back, patiently waiting for you to finish your little conversation with an old friend.

"oh! i don't think we've met yet," your friend extends a hand to him and they shake, exchanging small smiles.

"oh! this is my..." you trail off, glancing at akaashi who wears his usual friendly grin. you bite your tongue, the urge to tease him just for fun crosses your mind. and without thinking much, you decide to do just that.

you carefully watch his expression before beaming, "...husband, keiji!"

there are two akaashi's you love: a smiling akaashi and a very very flustered akaashi.

and like on cue, his cheeks flush the deepest hue of red and you couldn't help but giggle, smitten like a kitten.

you exchange more small talk with your friend before you part ways. and when the both of you were far away enough, he pokes your arm and pouts, "what was that for?"

you hum in pretend thought, "i don't know..." you look up at him and flash him that smirk he can never resist, "just felt like it?"

he sighs running his fingers through his hair then adjusts his glasses, a lovable habit, "this is troublesome, y/n."

"hm?" you stop walking, confused by his sudden remark.

he turns to you, it was his turn to flash you a smirk, one he knows you can never resist, "i have to marry you now to keep up with your little act."

p.s.: aaaaa i love doing prompts sm,, so don't be shy send them in! also im so sorry these took so long uni is killing me ;;

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