I Will Be Passing Away Tyvm

I will be passing away tyvm 🥵

Kai as your boyfriend

- headcanons for the stans

The Beginnings:

I think he’d ask you out on a date pretty soon after meeting you, no dilly-dallying with this man

He’d be so excited at the thought of going out with you, he wouldn’t have the patience to wait

He would definitely be nervous, he’d probably talk to Kyungsoo for advice

The first date would be something super sweet and simple, visiting a park or some kind of nature reserve, maybe a picnic omgkskg

After dating a while:

Would adopt a dog with you lmao

I think gifts would be his love-language, he’s always giving you flowers or teddy bears, jewellery sometimes to treat you

But if you got him a little present he’d like, sob, he’d be so happy and overwhelmed

You’d definitely have a really affectionate relationship, lots of cuddles, naps together, soft pda

Speaking of naps, naps with Kai would be elite. He’d probably be the big spoon, or he’d love you lying on his chest

Living together would be a simple life, like living in an ASMR video

Kissing Kai would be soft and plushy, look at his lips

But when man is horny, he’s a lip biter, and a neck biter, he’ll bite everywhere hehe

Oh yeah for your anniversary, as I said his love-language is gifts, so you will be spoilt

You’d both plan the perfect date, maybe a weekend away. Whatever you decide to do, he will treat you like royalty

He is sexy you will never be able to stop looking at him

Habits and other shit:

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( 8.37pm ); suna rintarou x f!reader

“i can’t do this anymore,” suna’s voice comes out forced; he’s exhausted, he’s been exhausted for a while now, so much so his voice feels like it’s going to crack at any moment.

you feel your heart fall the moment the words leave his lips—all this, all this time, this effort, and you get nothing to show for it at the end of the day. your hopes of being the perfect girlfriend of suna rintarou, your hopes of being accepted by his family—all dashed.

for a moment you get a picture in your head; of suna happily eating your cooking, of suna waking up pleasantly surprised that you’ve made him breakfast in bed. you swallow the lump in your throat.

“i’m sorry, but you have to,” you choke out, and suna’s tired eyes shift from the surface of the table to you. (but you can’t see him, you have your back turned to him already, because truth be told, you’ve been anticipating this conversation for a while now.)

now is not the time to feel defeated.

for once in your relationship, suna offers no playful, snarky comments—he is aware of the sensitivity of the issue at hand (not for him, but for you). and even though he would rather not move from his position right now, he drags his feet to you.

you’re carefully washing whatever’s in the sink, your eyes glazed over, trying your best not to start the waterworks, though everything spills out the moment you feel suna’s arms around your waist and his chest pressed against your back.

“my family’s going to love you regardless of whether or not you can cook some stupid cookies,” he mumbles in your ear, lips gently caressing your cheeks, landing a kiss on your temple.

you sigh, the dejection getting to you a lot more than you usually let it. meeting his family for the first time is an important event after all. when you first started dating you never thought that you would actually get to see this day, and now that it’s looming near (this weekend—yikes), you’re exceptionally nervous.

“you know i love you, babe,” suna mutters again in your lack of response, chin coming to rest on your shoulder, “but i’m done being your taste tester.”

a laugh escapes your lips—today he’s been sat on the dining table for over twelve hours tasting your batch after batch after batch of cookies (it doesn’t help you’re not the greatest baker, and that he’s been taste-testing for three days now), and now he’s full. so full, especially from tasting batches 10-17 because god, he doesn’t know what you used as the chocolate substitute but suna hates it. (he also kept quiet about batch 18 because you accidentally substituted sugar with salt and he just about nearly cried trying to contain his laughter.)

pausing your motions, you place the sponge back in its holder and dry off your hands on your apron before turning around in his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck. suna searches your eyes for any hint of that earlier sadness to find it’s uplifted a little, to his relief. (he absolutely hates seeing you stressed.)

“you know i love you too, babe,” you tell him, and he starts groaning because he knows where you’re going with this, “but you’ll have to continue being my taste tester even if it means you’ll get some food poisoning.”

a total joke, but you’re still praying that you won’t accidentally make your boyfriend puke for the remainder of his off-season.

suna rolls his eyes, a playful “i hate you” rolling off his tongue as he makes his way back to the dining table and sits back down, “c’mon, bring me batch twenty-three.”

the smile you beam at him is enough to ease his stomach troubles (figuratively), but it really does help ease his worries. it’s been a while since he’s seen his family, and he has his own reason to feel nervous—it’s rare that he ever asks anyone for approval, but he’d like to see if his family likes you as much as he does, too.

“while you’re tasting these, i’ll go pack,” you absentmindedly tell him, moving about in the kitchen.

“sure,” he says, feeling his pockets, thanking god he remembered to grab the ring and hide it in his pockets.

husband!bokuto x f!reader • (nsfw • service!dom!bokuto/sub!bokuto)

husband!bokuto spoils you so much, the honeymoon phase never ends.

he gives you massages, learns to cook your favorite meals and rarely lets you do any work yourself because he genuinely enjoys taking care of you. he could be dead tired after hours of practice but he still insists on doing things for you, suddenly feeling a burst of energy when you try to do anything that requires ‘too much’ effort, in his opinion. “baby that’s what i’m here for,” he pouts. “you just sit there and look pretty while i take care of you, okay?”

but one pleading look from you and a pretty please gets you anything you want. he loves when you give him massages after his games but he doesn’t want you to tense or hurt your own pretty hands trying to help him—one look from you though, and next thing you know you’re straddling his thighs, your hands going at the knots in his back as he sighs and moans into mattress.

you have him wrapped around your finger but he loves it. if people try to make fun of him for it, he doesn’t even care, he just laughs with a big smile while he pulls you into his side and kisses your cheek, “haha yeah i sure am!”

one of his favorite things in the world is making you feel good, with his tongue, his hands, his thigh, his cock—anything. but he makes sure that he’s doing all the work, even when you’re riding him—his face, cock or thigh. his hands guide your hips and move you the way you need, your body so much smaller than his it’s easy for him to control.

even though he’s doing all the work, you’re still the one controlling everything. he may be taking care of you, but he still begs you to let him please you, it just feels right.

“look so pretty baby, that’s it. you like using me for your pleasure? cause i fucking love it, it’s what i’m here for, yeah? let me see you cum baby girl, please? for me?”

after he makes sure you cum over and over until you feel like you're floating, he cleans you up nicely with his tongue and then runs a bath and sits behind you while he cleans you up, letting you rest your eyes. then he brings you to bed after making you drink water and helping you with your nightly routine. then he cuddles you all night long, of course after many goodnight kisses.

Disappointment

tsukishima angst

word count: 2180

tsukishima loves you and is sure you love him too.

tags: @tsukkislyre

The sun is beginning to set as practice is wrapping up. Although he hates to admit it, he knows he’ll miss cleaning up after practice once he graduates. He smiles to himself, looking around to make sure no one noticed. His eyes land on you leaning against the rail on the second floor, watching the boys clean up. You catch his eye and return his smile, momentarily making him forget what he was supposed to be doing. You raise an eyebrow, shooting him a questioning look. He brushes it off and shrugs, making you laugh to yourself. In all these years he still liked to keep a front around the boys. You leave your spot to meet Tsukishima and help him clean.

“You don’t have to help, you know?”

You follow him around, helping him as you go. “I’m here, aren’t I? It’s the least I can do.” You nudge his side with your elbow. He rolls his eyes and looks at you.

“You’re still coming over right?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Uh…duh. I can’t let you study alone or else you’ll end up getting a better grade than me. I can’t let that happen.”

“Oh, come on, you’ll do just fine if you study on your own.”

“So, you’re uninviting me now?” You jab his side with your elbow a little harsher this time.

He huffs slightly and returns the jab, not nearly as hard as yours. You were easily able to dodge it. “I’m not uninviting you, I’m just saying you’re smart.”

“Wow, is the Tsukishima Kei complimenting me?” You fan yourself as you lean against his side.

He pushes you off, sarcastically laughing. “Keep it up and I will uninvite you.”

You straighten out and laugh, a sound so wonderful to Tsukishima he forgot what the conversation was about. “Okay okay, I give. Let’s hurry up so we can start walking home.”

Tsukishima never missed the way you referred to his house as home, as if it was your home. He hid his smile as he finished cleaning and gathering his things, which you had mostly done for him as he was busy.

Leaving the gym with bags slung over your shoulders and snacking on protein bars, because that’s all Tsukishima carried, you quietly made your way to his home. There was a comfortable silence that had settled around the both of you, the sounds of your shoes hitting the pavement becoming white noise to your thoughts.

Graduation day was approaching, and fast. It’s no surprise both of you were thinking.

You and Tsukishima Kei had been friends through most of high school. He had introduced himself to you when no one else would approach you because you were the new kid. To those who knew Tsukishima knew this was out of character for him, but he thought it’d be the perfect chance to befriend someone who had no idea he had a blunt personality-that maybe…just maybe…he could completely lower his guard around you.

He could’ve done that with anyone else, even Yamaguchi, but he felt he needed to keep up his uninterested façade to those who were already in his life. However, with you…it was different. He couldn’t quite explain what he was feeling the moment you crossed the threshold of stranger to potential friend, couldn’t think of a word for the emotions swirling in his chest but he knew it was a good feeling. And he was right. He never regretted making the first move. He knows he can be intimidating and assumed you wouldn’t talk to him unless being spoken to first. So, he had asked Yamaguchi to invite you to sit with them for lunch, knowing full well Tadashi is approachable and welcoming. Who wouldn’t adore him?

And you agreed to Tadashi’s request, joining him and Tsukishima for lunch. After that your friendship with the two snowballed into what it was now. It was hard not to befriend them. You and Tsukishima had a few things in common, such as music and, although you may not love his other interests, you genuinely loved hearing him talk about them. You weren’t much into sports but you were always there to support him in volleyball. You were there throughout all three years. Whether you both studied for exams together or you showed up to his practices and matches, your presence was constant and your support was unwavering.

Eventually, Tsukishima figured out the feelings you brought out in him was love, or at the very least… a crush. He definitely felt something for you, and it was more than platonic love. He knew he wanted more than friendship. He knew it because when you were down, you sought him out for comfort and vice versa. He no longer held emotions in, no longer bottled them up and stored them to be dealt with later. He went to you for comfort. You’d both hold each other until the other stopped crying, until the tears had dried and only a trail was left behind. You were both there to brush those tears away, never letting the other do it alone.

Then there were the moments full of joy. Where the happiness was overflowing and infectious that the other could only smile and join in. Tsukishima had a habit of picking you up and spinning you around if he was overjoyed. Those moments didn’t occur often but that only made them more special and endearing. It was like you were walking on clouds, as cliché as that sounds. Tsukishima could only admire as you smiled and laughed, a sound so pure it made angels jealous. Your laugh was contagious and there was nothing left to do but to join you. You’d both laugh until your faces were red and your ribs hurt from laughing, cheeks aching from smiling. You had never seen his face show such unbridled happiness. He looked like a kid again.

That’s not to say you didn’t fight. There were occasional disagreements, albeit silly ones now that Tsukishima thinks back. Most, if not all, were his fault. He could be incredibly blunt and sometimes he took the bantering a bit too far, but at the end of the day you knew he never meant it. You just needed reassurance sometimes…the same way he needed reassurance from you.

He had shown you how vulnerable he could really be, and like always…your were there. He knew you’d be there, but he too needed to hear you say you would remain at his side forever. You promised him time and time again that you’d always be there. And you’d pull him into your arms and kiss the top of his head.

He’s pulled away from his memories of you after hearing you speak. He didn’t quite catch what you said though.

“Did you say something?”

You hum. “I said…can you believe we’re close to graduating?”

He shakes his head as he glances up at the sky, which was now a pale blue. “It’s hard to believe.” He swallows nervously, thinking that now would be the perfect time to confess. He’s always wanted to confess but never thought there was a right time. But here you are now, both alone. It was peaceful, save for the few birds and your footsteps.

“Tsukki…what’s up? You usually make a quip about how emotional I am and that ‘it’s only high school’.” You continue walking, not paying attention to how nervous Tsukishima was.

He stops walking and tugs at your sleeve, bringing you to a halt. “I can’t hold it in anymore.”

“Tsukki, we’re almost home. Can’t you just wait to use the restroom?”

His cheeks flush a shade of pink in embarrassment, not thinking you’d take it that way. He covers his face with his hand to hide the fact that he’s blushing. “I don’t mean it like that…”

“Then…how?” You sense his nerves, and you reach forward to place your hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort him.

He sighs and keeps his face covered, knowing he’d lose the slightest amount of confidence he had if he looks you in the eyes. He was sure you felt the same way as him. There was no reason for you not to, not when you hugged him as if he was going to dissolve if you let go.

“I have feelings for you…and I want to be more than…friends.” He could barely get the last word out, feeling as if he was suffocating. His face felt incredibly hot and he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. He doesn’t recall ever feeling this embarrassed.

Oh Tsukishima, you should have kept your mouth shut.

You didn’t know what to say. The hand you had on his arm falls to your side. You were stunned into silence, blankly staring at the person in front of you. Were your ears ringing with his confession?

“More than friends. More than friends. More than friends.”

It keeps echoing in your mind. Tsukishima liked you? Had you led him on? You just wanted to be a caring friend.

Tsukishima understands your silence and slowly steps away from you. He recalls this feeling of disappointment before. Although it seems that heartbreak might be a tinge worse. He was so sure you’d reciprocate his feelings. How could you not?

He had been so sure.

You broke your silence.

“I’m sorry Tsukki. I just…I don’t like you like that.”

His heart squeezes as you call him by his nickname, however it was now accompanied by a sour taste on his tongue. He felt like running so fast his chest would burn. Maybe then he’d have a reason to cry…over a burning, exerted heart.

As you watched his expression contort into one of anger, or most likely, disappointment, your eyes welled with tears. You were always emotional after all. You knew you were putting this friendship at risk. Would he be able to forgive you? Could he move past this? How long had he felt this way? You hoped that it wasn’t for long.

But if only you knew that the feelings you evoked appeared the moment he saw you and that they only grew stronger with each passing memory the two of you created.

“I’m sorry too.” His voice was rough with emotions he was withholding, and you could see that his eyes were glazed over with unfallen tears.

“Are we-”

He raises a hand, silencing you. “I’m going to need time.”

You could only nod, afraid that if you spoke, you’d break him even more.

Without another word, he left. You watch his figure get smaller as he walks further away. You can’t help but feel the dull ache in your chest grow with every step he takes.

You’d give him the time and space he needed because that’s all the comfort you can offer him. You walk in the opposite direction, heading to your house. Unfortunately, you can’t stop the tears that begin to fall. Some land on your shoes and some hit the ground. You know it isn’t fair for you to cry…not when you are the rejecter.

Tsukishima, the rejected, is holding in his tears. He won’t let people see him cry. He slips into his house quietly, having taken off his shoes outside so as to not make any noise. With his shoes in hand, he makes his way to his room, mouth set into a thin line. He rids himself of his backpack, gym bag, and shoes and gets into bed. For once, he doesn’t want to listen to music. He didn’t think it would make him feel better. So, he clutches his pillow and lets the tears fall freely. He doesn’t know why but he’s never felt so anguished. His chest feels hollow and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

In a situation like this, you’d be the person he reached out to. Who could he reach out to now? Who would hold him and wipe the tears away? He lets out a bitter laugh, realizing he’s now the one overreacting. You yourself quoted him.

It’s only high school.

So why was he feeling an immense amount of despair, like no matter how hard he tried to swim to the top he knew he wasn’t going to be able to take that first breath upon breaking the surface. So, he had no choice but to continue holding his breath and wait it out. In other words, he was going to have to suck it up as he was so accustomed to doing.

And yet, he’s clutching his pillow so hard his knuckles are turning white. The tears continue to flow as he grieves his loss. You were still here, and he knew you were going to try to make things seem as normal as possible…but he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to move on. Not when he had been so confident that you had felt the same way.

Perhaps you wouldn’t be in his life forever, maybe…just maybe, disappointment is the constant in his life.

“my turn to pay.” you say, sliding your debit card across the table as atsumu’s handed the bill.

the waiter stands patiently, giving you and your boyfriend polite smiles as he holds out the payment terminal in front of you, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the way atsumu has taken out his own card too.

it was a good system; you pay for dinner, he pays for gas. it was fair, and it also made budgeting so much easier since the two of you finally made the decision to save up for a house.

atsumu gives you a clueless smile, one that you’ve learned to be immune to, and you slide your debit card onto his hands.

you tell him, voice strict, “let me pay please.”

and he ignores you.

he gives the waiter a polite smile, fiddling with his card in his fingers, making small talk as he asks about the weather and how many people came in the restaurant today, and you know, as well as you know atsumu, that he was purposely doing this to tease you.

“atsumu, take my card.” you tell him again, snapping back his and the waiter’s attention to you.

this time he knows you’re serious — you never use his full name — it’s always been ‘tsumu’ or some other sweet pet name you used to call out to him, but you never ever used his actual name, only in arguments, so he knows better now than to push you further.

“fine,” he tells you, his features softening, and he finally takes your card in his hand seriously, his smile as sweet as ever, “but only for today.”

“that’s not the deal,” your eyebrows furrow, smiling weakly as you tell him, “we take turns, remember?”

he fakes a frown, “i don’t like taking turns.”

you give the waiter an apologetic look, you can tell he’s been standing over your table for longer than he wanted, but atsumu still had your (and his) card in his hand, too immersed in a conversation with you to actually swipe it in the transaction machine.

you cross your arms, “you don’t like saving money?”

and atsumu grins, “i like spoiling you.”

you scrunch your nose, “don’t be gross.”

“tsumu,” you call out to him, tone softening as if trying to reason with him, and you say, “let’s work that money into buying a house.”

and he indulges in your words, nodding, “with a pool?”

you smile, “anything you want.” you tell him, joking along to his humor, and you laugh when he laughs too.

atsumu gives you a wink, “now look who’s doing the spoiling.”

you roll your eyes again, a bit embarrassed that the waiter has to hear all this, so you nudge your boyfriend’s attention back to him, and his eyes widen a bit, confused as if he’s only now realizing that he’s kept the poor man waiting.

your shoulders rise as you smile, barely paying attention as atsumu slides the card over the machine, and before you could thank your poor waiter, he’d already excused himself the second the payment went through.

you give your attention back to atsumu sitting in front of you, giving him a playful glare as his expression remains amused, and you rolls your eyes, letting his grin only widen when he hands you back your card.

his own card (yours is red, his is green) is tucked into his own palm, something you don’t even realize he still had in his grasp until the waiter had left your table.

“you used your card, didn’t you?” you ask, sighing, putting your own debit card back into your wallet, and you let your shoulders fall, caving as your smile breaks through your face.

atsumu, as charming as ever, leans over the table, and he pulls on your head, careful not to hurt you, and he kisses your temple — a peace offering, an apology.

“love ya.” he tells you, and he tells you this all the time, but he still feels like he doesn’t tell you enough.

“i’ll let ya pay for gas later.” he offers, his tone dripping in trimmed laughter as he teases.

and you give him a scoff with a smile — his favorite one — knowing fully well that the two of you didn’t take the car today.

you click your tongue, “we walked here.”

Love her

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