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"Atsumu has a wrinkle." he points to an almost nonexistent line.

"Why is that funny?"

Retired pro-athlete Bokuto who as he aged and played less started to take more interest in your job and reading up on your career. Before you know it he’s talking about articles he has read and even places he feels would be better suited for you.

Retired pro-athlete Bokuto who started to get soft around the middle and despite his occasional gripe over it, you always tell him how sexy he still looks.

Retired pro-athlete Bokuto who started to work out again–much to your dismay–and decided to start coaching at the local and very prestigious university in town. He claimed it had nothing to do with the fact that it was the university you attended.

Retired pro-athlete Bokuto who spent his free time tracking down your old professors just so he could hear their stories about you. Were you always so smart? Were you as punctual and stuck to routine as you were when he first started dating you? At least you had mellowed out with age, he supposed he had too. Bokuto could never pass up gushing over you and your job. About how someone so amazing, smart, and attractive could ever be with someone like him. Your old professors just look at him blankly wondering if he realized just how attractive he was.

Retired pro-athlete Bokuto who would sometimes snuck into the university library and read some of the books he took for granted when he went to university. As he flipped through the pages and really appreciated the information and the stories, he thought how different–how much easier– things would’ve been if you had gone to the same university. Would you have been his tutor? Would you have been as patient with him? Or would you have lost your patience and never talk to him again? He shook his head knowing he shouldn’t think about the what ifs and be thankful that you had met when you did and were now married.

Retired pro-athlete Bokuto who would still do his signature ‘Bokuto Beam’ if you happened to swing by and watch him as he coached the young athletes. You smiled as the ball bounced off his chest, the small crow’s feet at the corners of his honeyed eyes. His hair now greyer and his chest somehow wider than when he was in his prime. Who were you kidding? He was still in his prime. Maybe not as a pro athlete, but physically, mentally and emotionally. He matured in so many ways, but he always remained the Bokuto you fell in love with. 

Retired pro-athlete Bokuto who sometimes felt that pang of jealousy in his chest when he watched his team play with such vigor. Self-doubt crept its way into his heart, but this time he knew how to talk himself out of it. He had his time and in a couple of decades these guys would too. Maybe they’d be retired athletes that become coaches like him. Maybe they'll be athletic trainers like Iwaizumi and maybe they’ll leave the sport as soon as they leave university.

Retired pro-athlete Bokuto who still blushed hard every time he got a kiss from you, especially if it was in front of his team. College guys are the worst. 

Retired pro-athlete Bokuto who had made especially difficult exercises the standard every time one of the boys looked at you for too long and smirked or their locker room talk consisted of you. Did they not realize how sound carried in the locker room? They soon caught on and were always on their best behavior when you swung by for practices or matches. 

Retired pro-athlete Bokuto who still had the energy of a regular twenty year old, but not the energy of his younger self. That was fine by him, he loved to relax with you after a long day, even if he wasn’t the one running around and playing like he used to.

Retired pro-athlete Bokuto who felt the aches in his bones, who also noticed the crow’s feet, the laugh lines and the increasing amount of grey in his hair, but he didn’t care. He was growing older with you, even though 40 really wasn’t old– unless you’re an athlete of course. Your hair started to become grayer as well, he found it sexy. He found everything about you sexy.

summary: nobara and itadori asks megumi about the biggest fight y/n and gojo ever had

tw: abandonment issues (?)

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It seemed like the entire Jujutsu High School seemed to freeze in cold when Y/N and Gojo-sensei walked past each other near the training grounds. They were usually attached at the hip in the school as both were teachers and...well, they were married. They looked like lovesick fools on campus, but mainly Gojo sneaking kisses at any chance he got and Y/N silently letting him. No one missed the small smile of fondness on Y/N’s face every time.

“Oi,” whispered Itadori, nudging his shoulder. “Will they be okay? Y/N-sensei’s face looks so cold.”

“Yeah,” agreed Megumi without hesitation. This wasn’t his first experience of seeing a lovers quarrel- they practically raised him after all. He and Tsumiki always had the front row seats on Gojo’s tantrums and Y/N’s stubbornness. “They’ll get over it.”

“Hah?” Nobara poked his shoulder. “You seem pretty confident, Fushiguro.”

“Well, it’s not like this was their worst fight…”

“Huh, I never knew them to fight frequently. They always looked so in love that fighting seemed out of the picture. What was their worst fight like Megumi? Were you there?” asked Itadori.

one of my favorite things in the manga is anya helping loid get away for a mission but by coming up with the most embarrassing excuses possible 

feat. Akaashi

note: for the ‘after you’ve read angst’ collab hosted by @hanmas and @sanoinc !!

Akaashi fell in love with you today.

Actually, he’s been in love with you for sometime now. It’s probably more accurate to say that Akaashi fell in love with you all over again today. Though this occurrence happens everyday, almost as if he had written ‘fall in love with Y/n’ on his daily to-do list. And for the past couple of years the two of you had been together, Akaashi never failed to cross that off.

He can’t help it- it’s far too easy to fall for you.

a/n: this gorgeous man deserves more fluff :(

summary: you have a migraine and toji takes care of you

warnings: none that i could think of! <3

genre: fluff, (slight)hurt/comfort <3

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you came home from work feeling exhausted and almost in tears. drastic, throbbing pain pounded relentlessly against your skull, the discomfort nudging at you and bugging you all day and throughout the entirety of your tiresome shift.

you had taken a few painkillers the moment you felt the migraine coming along, but you seemed to have caught it too late, for the pain, nausea, and discomfort increased greatly just a few minutes later and you knew then that there was no stopping it.

so you had taken the brute force rather reluctantly and proceeded to suffer throughout the entire day. it got so bad that you had taken an extra break from work just to throw up in the washroom. the pain behind your eyes and inside you skull was so terrible that you couldn’t even bother replying to toji’s -your boyfriend- messages that consisted of asking what you wanted to do for dinner. you only know because you had managed to spare a sleek glance at your bright screen, just barely catching the words, before you couldn’t bare to look any longer.

hours passed, and not much changed. perhaps the pressure buildup was slowly easing its way away from behind your eyes, but it was still there all the same. you were probably imagining it to be honest. but even so, you still felt dizzy, tired, sick, and on the verge of unexplainable tears. it just hurt so much.

shouldering your way through the front door to your shared apartment, you managed to let out a small sigh of relief upon the dim lighting and quiet atmosphere. toji usuallydidn’t like things loud and bright,anyway, but it was still nice to come home to, considering your state.

“(y/n)?” came a rough voice from your shared bedroom. “is that you?”

“Mhm,” you hummed loudly in response as you slowly kicked off your shoes. the simple movement made your head spin more, the ache behind your eyes flaring in sync with the nausea , and you had no choice but to reach out with a shaky hand to find support along the wall.

“how was work, sweetheart?” toji inquired absently, and you heard his footfalls grow closer. it seemed he was exiting the bedroom and making his way to you. “you didn’t answer my texts, is everything alright?”

now, you knew toji would he concerned at you ignoring him. but not in the manipulative way that people take it as. you were the type of person to always reply, anyhow, so not responding was very unlike yourself. but toji was simply concerned - in the soft, gentle way that everyone craves to be worried after at some time or another.

“Mm okay,” you mumbled as toji rounded the corner. you must have looked as bad as you felt, for toji’s eyes flared with a multitude of emotions as he set those fiery, green irises on your slouched figure.

“what happened?” toji questioned instantaneously.

upon his inquiry, that urge to cry finally surfaced and small tears quickly formed in your eyes. the pain was just too much - you wanted to scream and cry until it went away. but you subconsciously knew that it would only make it worse. it was all so frustrating and simply unfair.

toji noticed your hesitant tears right away, and his face visibly softened as he slowly approached you. he opened his mouth to say something, to perhaps question further or guess at what was wrong, but you managed to cut across him before he did.

“migraine,” you mumbled brokenly. a single tear trekked down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand. “i’ve had a bad one all day and i threw up at work, and it hurt too much to look at my phone to reply to your message...it just...it really really hurts, toji.” you continued quietly, one of your hands coming up to cover your eyes -which were now closed- in hopes to relieve some of the amounting pressure.

your boyfriend knew about the consistent migraines that plagued you, and had seen you through some of the worst ones you’ve ever experienced.

“it’s okay,” toji assured in low, understanding voice, a voice that was closer than before. “you’re home now and we’re going to try and get rid of it, okay, honey?”

“okay,” you answered simply, allowing toji to lead you away as you opened your eyes and took his hand with the one that had previously covered the upper portion of your face.

toji silently lead you to the bedroom, where he helped you change out of your work clothes before easing you into something far comfier. he then helped you into bed before briefly leaving, only to return with a glass of ice water, more painkillers, and a cold cloth to place on your head.

the ice water felt good, as it seemed to cool the persistent throb from the inside out. toji had extra strength meds, of which he gave you two, before carefully placing the small, cool cloth against your aching forehead. the cold temperature seeped into your flushed, aching head and although you weren’t instantly cured - you did fill a tiny bit better.

toji then moved to fully close any blinds, curtains, and turn off and unplug any sources of noice that he could physically dismantle. the bathroom fan was acutely turned off, and toji had cracked the window in your room open a smidge to allow in some fresh evening air.

“toji?” you questioned meekly after a stretch from under the covers, the cool blankets pulled up to your chin, your eyes closed as the cold cloth remained pressed against your skin.

“yeah?” toji shot back instantly, his voice lined with the mutual knowing that he’d get anything you needed.

“can you come to bed soon?”

toji made a gruff noise to show that he heard, and it was only a little while longer before you felt a warm presence sink into the other side of the mattress, the individual’s actions calculated and careful so as to cause you no further pain.

“you sure you don’t need anything else, honey?” toji pressed gently in a rough tone as he settled down next to you.

“no, i think i’m okay,” you replied with a sigh before turning slightly so that the front of your body faced toji. your head then subconsciously nestled closer until it was resting against his chest as one of your arms came around to sling lazily about toji’s solid waist. “just lay with me for a bit?”

“i’m not going anywhere,” toji assured with a sigh as one of his strong arms wrapped around your upper back, slowly and carefully pulling you close against him. “how’s your head?” toji whispered after a moment as he leaned forwards to press a brief, soft kiss against your hot temple.

“it’ll be okay,” you responded simply before snuggling your cheek further against toji’s chest. “it still hurts a lot, but the worst of the pain is gone.”

“good. just wake me if you need anything, alright?”

“Mm’kay,”

“okay,” toji breathed, his tone filled with apparent relief. “sleep well, hon.”

feat. Yuuji, Megumi, Inumaki, Yuuta, Gojo, Nanami

YUUJI

Arguably he’s the one that’s most upset by this whole secret dating thing. Why can’t he just adore you in front of everyone?

Fortunately for Yuuji, his friendly disposition makes it so that he can get close to you without raising any questions. He’ll throw his arm around your shoulder casually, occasionally giving it a light squeeze. Occasionally he’ll let his head rest on your shoulder as he’s talking with the others. Megumi and Nobara think absolutely nothing about this- Yuuji’s literally done that with them too. But very occasionally when their attention is pointed elsewhere, Yuuji will take the opportunity to press a quick kiss on your cheek.

MEGUMI

First of all, Megumi says he wants to keep your relationship a secret because he doesn’t want his friends to be annoying about it. But when he says ‘friends’ he really just means Gojo.

Even when the two of you are out with friends, he can’t help but engage in brief moments of physical touch. When he walking beside you, he’ll let his hand brush against yours. He’ll sit next to you whenever the chance comes up, and he relishes the small moments when your fingers just happen to graze his or when your shoulders bump. And though these actions are subtle, his reactions are not. He’s usually sporting a strong blush across his cheeks, and none of your friends know why.

Gojo finds out anyways.

[10:35 P.M.]

“are you afraid of getting hurt again?”

the question brings silence to your apartment, except for the light rain just outside your window, pattering against it as the wind howls quietly.

kuroo hums, glancing away from the t.v. to look over at you. you’re hugging your knees to your chest, sitting on the opposite inside of the couch as him but your facing him, leaning against the arm rest.

“i don’t know, why?”

you look away from his curious stare, clearing your throat.

you didn’t really mean to ask that out loud, it was just a question floating in your head.

“it’s just- i want to move one, i’m convinced i’ve moved on but … when it comes down to getting out there again, all i feel is … worry.” you frown by the end of your statement, feeling a bitter taste in your mouth.

your ex had broken you to the point of fear of ever loving again. and you loathe him for that.

you’d caught him cheating on you, funnily with the girlfriend of the man sitting on the couch beside you: kuroo tetsuro; it was a weird way of befriending someone, bonding over being cheated on with the other’s partners, but if you’re being honest, you think it’s a blessing inter-webbed in the horror of your breakups.

kuroo blinks slowly, absorbing your words before slowly nodding. “i felt that a while ago, yeah,” he admits quietly.

you blink at that. “you did? how did you get rid of it?”

kuroo sighs with a shrug, leaning his head back against the the top of the couch’s head cushion. “i ‘dunno. one day i just,” and then he turns to you, “stopped being afraid.”

you scoff at that, pouting at his vagueness. “you make it sound so easy and like a switch flipped.”

“because a switch did flip,” he deadpans, glaring at the fact you’re not taking him seriously. “don’t ask me how but it just did. it’s different for everybody. ”

Damian: don’t worry bae i got this

Damian: *stomps foot*

chapter one: let’s get married

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You were so excited to hear that the family that moved in next door had a kid your age. Finally, you no longer had to play alone, shooting envious glares at the much older kids who never seemed to invite you to play with them. You would have someone that would just get you and understand the perils of what it was like to be six years old.

When the day came– and truly you were counting down the days– your mom took you over to their house with a housewarming gift. She told you it was good to greet new neighbors and make them feel welcome to the neighborhood. Your mom let you knock on the door, and you balled up your hand into a tiny fist before politely knocking three times.