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āÆ SUMMARY ; hopper and murray have an odd habit of dropping off russian fugitives to your home, and youāre finding you may like this one more than you thought // part two
āÆ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, slight angst [ some sad moments ] + general fluff
āyou want me toā¦ what?ā you question once more, looking between murray, hopper and an unknown person lingering just between them,Ā āwe need you to house our friend for a little bit while i make some arrangements.ā murray states again, gesturing kindly to the man behind him with a generous smile.
however, your face betrays you in the fact the request is almost so random, you have a hard time believing the words falling from his mouth. the almost bald man opens his mouth to speak when you cut him off with a wave of your hand,Ā āwhy canāt he stay at your bunker? like you did with the last one?ā
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Hey!! I really like your stuff, can j request number 2 for sanji mainly and zoro just cause you asked for a second character haha šš
Sanji x prompt 2: one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other
omg anon THANK YOU FOR THIS!! I went with sanji cause I thought he was the most appropriate for this scenario and oh my god?? I loved how this turned out, I had so much fun please shfoisufdn. he is so flirty he makes me weak in the knees. I hope you'll like this too, please let me know what you think!!
gender neutral! very fluff, hint of nsfw at the end?? very HEATED kiss
feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more. - from this event.
Sanji was always so sweet with you; always spending countless hours in the kitchen to make your favourite food, always gifting a bouquet of flowers. He was always so kind and so attentive, sometimes you actually felt special for him. Other times however, you just blame yourself for stupidly believing Sanji could ever only direct his attentions to you, and you only.
Burying your feelings somewhere deep down in your heart, you somehow got used to seeing Sanji swaying over literally anyone. But you just couldn't ignore the little voice inside your head that kept telling you that something wasn't adding up - it couldn't be all in your head, right? Yes, Sanji was always flirting around but.. you could have sworn it was different with you.
There were no heart eyes or blood running down his nose every time he was with you, no. Instead, there were soft touches, timid smiles and a lot of blushes. Even that one time when you literally jumped in his arms because a loud explosion from one of Franky's experiment completely caught you by surprise - he kept his composure, holding you tight and firmly against his chest. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to just gravitate around each other, always sitting next to each other at dinner times, casually hugging each others even while simply listening to Luffy's plans, with Sanji's chin resting on your head while his arms were wrapped around your waist, your back resting against his muscular chest.
Could it be..? No, no.
Reaching Sanji in the kitchen as you always did, you quickly walked towards him. Dripping a finger in the cake's batter Sanji was making to sneakily taste it, you sat on top of the counter where the chef was working on.
"Tastes nice." you said smiling, making Sanji blush.
Lifting his eyebrow up, being almost offended at your comment, he was quick to reply.
"It's your favourite, see?" he said, showing you the main ingredient of your favourite cake. "Plus, everything I make is nice." he scuffs, pinching your cheek.
"Spoiling me, as always!" you laughed, meticulously observing how he so gracefully mixed all the ingredients, ending up leaning your head on his shoulder.
"The least I can do." he said smiling.
"Ahh, what would I do without you!" you whined, appreciating his gesture and completely melting at his words. Unable to resist, you cupped his face with both of your hands and peppered his cheeks with kisses - just to show your gratitude and affection. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to engage in such affectionate exchanges.
But this time, Sanji decided take advantage of the situation to leave a quick kiss on your lips, causing you to immediately break from the kiss and tilting your head slightly backwards. You stared at him in confusion while you could feel your heart pounding in your chests - what was going on? You stared at each other blankly for moments that felt like an eternity, before you grabbed Sanji's shirt and pulled him closer for another kiss.
Smiling between the kiss, Sanji slowly places himself between your legs, resting an hand on the counter you were sitting on and using his other hand to grab your thigh and drag you closer to him, your legs now wrapped around his waist as the kiss becomes hungrier, needier, wetter. He's now almost laying on top of you, his tie becoming looser on his neck as your hand wonders all over his shirt.
When the oven's timer goes off, you realise just how long the two of you have been kissing. As you slightly pushing him away from you, he is quick to bite your bottom lip, blue eyes staring into yours as you let your hand rest on his chest.
"It's okay, it won't get burnt." he smiles, switching the oven off.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you looked at him with dreamy eyes as his hands reach you once again.
"Hey, love cook." you said. "I want you all by myself. No play arounds, no heart eyes.." you continued, causing Sanji to laugh. Kissing you once again, he finally picks you up from the counter, making his way to his room while he firmly holds you by your thigh.
"Let me show you how much I want to be yours.." he whispered in a raspy voice, a smirk appearing on his lips.
ā¢suna loves matcha tea, and he makes his own lattes before school almost every morning
ā¢suna, osamu, and atsumu go skating together every now and then, but none of them are good at it so they just look like idiots. suna is just proud he is not the worst out of the three.
ā¢suna sneaks snacks into the movies, and he once shoved an entire entree up his hoodie and didnāt get caught
ā¢suna loves honeydew
ā¢suna letās his sister paint his nails, but only on one hand. he never bothers to take it off
ā¢suna tried getting one of atsumu and osamuās fights posted to worldstar but it was rejected because it wasnāt āintenseā enough
ā¢suna has to sleep with a fan on, and if it is turned off while he is sleeping, he will immediately wake up to turn it back on
:ĀØ Ā·.Ā· ĀØ: the miya twins having a crush on the same girl.
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content: (š¦·) tooth-rotting fluff, my poor humor (i'm sorry š), them fighting over you, you can pick who you end up with, suna is in the scenarios, timeskip.
warning/s: manga spoilers.
HEADCANONS
they're like two puppies when it comes to you and your love RAAAAAAHGHHHGH
whatever you're interested in, they're trying to learn more about it so that they can see your eyes sparkle when the topic is brought up
when you're at their games and cheering for one twin, the other gets MADLY COMPETITIVE
THEY'RE ON THE SAME TEAM YET YOU SEE THEM THROWING HANDS ON THE COURT
when you want to watch atsumu warm up, he exclusively lets you!!
(what i mean by "exclusively," is that he doesn't let his fangirls in the gym. LOL)
he does all these cool tricks, flexes his muscles, and goes all out in practice matches, just to see your adorably shocked face
when you forget your lunch, osamu would be willing to share his with you!!
osamu can't keep his mind off of the fact that you're eating from the same chopsticks as him, which means that that's an indirect kiss š
down atrocious
when they're both sitting next to you on the bus and you've drifted off to sleep, the twins are wondering whose shoulder you'll rest on for the entirety of the trip
if you've lost something, say, as something as simple as a pencil or eraser, the boys come running to your side in a flash with the needed item
both of them never ended up confessing, in chance of hurting the other twin, so you never knew about how they felt
until one day, suna had tattle-taled on them a few years after graduating
one twin ended up losing feelings
while the other's remained
ATSUMU MIYA (SCENARIO)
"wait, what?" you said as suna instantly closed his mouth shut. even osamu's jaw had slackened at the middle blocker's little slip-up. "well.. iā!" atsumu panics, trying to find the words, while osamu drags suna away to give you two some privacy. osamu knew atsumu's feelings, he just hopes it's requited. atsumu merely sighs, "it was just a li'l crush from a while back, nothin' major!"
"how long ago?"
".. high school."
your eyes widen at his quiet and hesitant answer.
the silence is killing atsumu. it's unlike him to stay this silent for so long, osamu may think.
"what a shame.." you start, staring at your glass of water in the slightest of sadness. "i guess you could say that i had a little crush on you from a while back, too."
now it's atsumu's turn to be shocked, "huh, when?!"
"high school." you smile.
OSAMU MIYA (SCENARIO)
"oh, crap." were the first words suna muttered after he had let out one of the twins' most trusted secret. atsumu was nonetheless, frozen like a brick in place. while osamu's expression was mortified. atsumu's eyes flickered rapidly from osamu to you, worried for what's about to happen between you two's relationship.
suna had read the room, so before atsumu can worry any further, suna drags him away against his own will.
you turned to osamu, "judging from suna and atsumu's reaction.. i'm gonna assume that it's true?"
".. maybe." he meekly replies, wiping the table with a used rag to ease his nerves. "are you disappointed?" osamu asks a bold question that even he doesn't want the answer to.
"yes."
osamu's heart drops.
"because i had also liked you back." you reply, mischeviously poking his cheek in the process, "too bad that you don't like me now, though. otherwise, we could've been dating, then happily married, with a nice little family of our own."
you've never seen osamu's face redden this fast before, it's amusing. "now hold onā!"
Immediately, your eyes bug out at the sound of your husband coming home and bursting through the door. Your hands that had been playing with the teddy bear on the bed stills, and you freeze for a moment.
Your daughter, Kamiko, also now having been surprised at the noise, looks up at you to gauge your reaction and dictate how she should feel, eyes like Katsukiās blinking up at you. You gnaw your lip as thereās another yell, one of your name, and youāre quick to look at your daughter and hold a finger to your lips to keep her quiet, though giggling softly to ease her. She giggles back, and you shush her softly.
āYOUVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!ā
Okay. Maybe spending an unspeakable amount on pastries was fair to make him rage. But in your defense, you never get to go into that bakery!
Katsuki knows the absolute fortune you tend to shell out for their pastries, and he tries his damn hardest to keep you out of there. He knows theyāre good, but he tells you that āthatās not the point.ā
So, naturally, when he went to work and you and Kamiko made your way to run errands, the smell of chocolate and cinnamon rolls were just too enticing to ignore. Youād made your way into the quiet bakery and grabbed things that would surely be appreciated by Katsuki.
Apparently, however, he saw the damage on his credit card before your kindness can show.
Whups.
Youāre quick to lay down on your side- back facing the door and body curled around Kamiko- still holding a finger to your lips, and when she gives you a nod of understanding, you close your eyes just in time for angry feet to storm down the hallway to your room. You hear the door fly open, and you can feel the crimson eyes of your husband boring into the back of your skull.
āIām going to absolutely destroy you-ā
āDadda,ā your two year old whispers, and you hear her ease out a soft āshhhh.ā āMumma sleepinā.ā
āIs she?ā He snarls, unconvinced. āAnd she let you stay awake? Just because?ā
āWas sleepinā too, dadda. Woke me upā¦ā
Where she learned to be such a good liar, youāll never know.
You hear Katsuki let out an impatient exhale through his nose, clearly weighing his options as your breathing continues its rhythmic pace, mimicking sleep. Kamikoās tiny hand pats your cheek affectionately. āDadda, shhhhā¦ā
Katsuki sighs dramatically, and you are surprised to feel the soft peck against your temple, massive, calloused hand smoothing down your back. āWe will discuss this later,ā he snarls in your ear. āGet some rest, Kami. Iām gonna start dinner, okay?ā
āOkay dadda!ā She chirps, and when you hear his feet pad away and the door close, your eyes fly open and a smile spreads wide over your face.
āYouāre such a little troublemaker!ā You growl playfully, taking the little girl into your arms and kissing her all over. She squeals at your affections and gently shoves your face away. āOhhh just like your mommy! And your uncle Denki! Heās gonna be so-ā
āI KNEW YOU WERENT ASLEEP!ā
The door slams back open, and a disgruntled Katsuki immediately flies back in, gathering you and Kamiko in each arm. You two shriek, but the smiles on your face absolutely plastered, unbudging from your faces as he manhandles you- Kamiko, with a raspberry on her cheek back onto the bed, and you, over his shoulder mercilessly.
āYOU SPENT Ā„13000 IN THAT STUPID BAKERY?! AND YOU GOT OUR DAUGHTER TO LIE TO ME?!ā Heās trying as hard as he can to keep the smirk off his face, though you hear it breaking through in his shouts.
Your fists bang against his back, nails digging in, but heās unrelenting, and you whine out when he makes a fake move to drop you. āI-I wanted coffee cake!ā You titter, screwing your eyes shut. āKami! Help me!ā
āGo, dadda!ā
āWHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON!ā You bark in betrayal.
āThe winning side,ā he snickers, turning on his feet to carry you out of the room. āIf you help me punish mumma, I wonāt punish you so bad, Kami.ā
āYeah!ā
āNO!ā
Was it worth having one of the cupcakes getting smushed into your face? Not really (though him kissing you through the frosting was definitely worth something!)
Was it worth the memory youād only added to the vault as a family?
if heās honest, he doesnāt remember exactly what happened, itās not much more than a blur ofĀ youāthe color of your hair, the sound of your voice, your shaky fingers raising around his arm. he got angry, he wanted to punch the guy, heĀ didĀ punch the guy, and then he was being pulled away from the party and into his own apartment, just a few doors down.
youād stumbled for his keys, reaching a hand into his back pocket where you knew he kept them, and heād watchedāa little pathetically holding his hand while he waitedāand let you unlock the door for him.
and then youād tugged him inside, told him to sit on his kitchen counter, and went rooting around in his freezer.
and now, his mind is still a little blurry, but youāre standing in front of him and cradling his hand in a bag of frozen peas, and youāre shaking your head at him and mumbling something that sounds an awful lot like a scolding.
and he hates that you look so pretty right now, that, when youāre being drenched in the yellow light of his apartment, when the moonlight canāt even reach you from his blinds, when your brows are creased together and youāre biting at your lip like youāre holding back things that are much worse than what youāve already been saying (and unfortunately for him, he hasnāt really beenĀ listeningĀ to those things, so he knows he isn't making it better for himself).
but you look pretty. despite everything, despite the way you sigh when you look at him, despite the fact that youāre his best friend.
āiwa,ā you say, tone a little sharp. he snaps back then, gaze finding yours, and he realizes that the way you were biting your lip before wasnāt to stop yourself from saying something worse, but to hold back a smile.
and oh, youāre awful at that.
āare you even listening to me?ā you ask, and you sound upset, but then youāre smiling up at him and he isnāt ignorant to the way your fingers twine around his. if he asked, heās sure youād say youāre just testing to make sure they donāt hurt. heās not sure heād believe you now.
āno,ā he replies, āno, i wasnāt.ā
you roll your eyes and sigh at him, but you also bow your head towards him until your hair just barely brushes his hand, and he realizes something awful as his fingers curl towards you, as they bend to your will and as he bends to your beck and callāas he wishes to curl his fingers around the curve of your jaw and rise of your cheeks.
he likes you, in the worst, most inconvenient way, he likes you.
and at the time, he hadnāt known why he punched the guy, had only known that the way he was looking at you and the way he kept pushing you to come with him had madeĀ iwaizumiĀ angry.
and maybe he shouldāve known when you looked so pretty, shouldāve known when you smiled at him and he felt the way his own lips tugged upwards in an automatic reply, shouldāve known when he texted you first thing when he was out of his classes and shouldāve known when he couldnāt be with someone else without thinking of you.
heās stupid, irredeemably so, but he likes you.
āi donāt know why i try with you,ā you say with another little sigh as you bring your head back up, hands still never leaving his.
(he knows itās for the damn frozen peas, he chooses to think otherwise).
āyou know,ā you begin, turning his hand in your palm, watching the way bruises bloom over his knuckles. āi couldāve handled it.ā
he doesnāt speak, but he raises a brow at you, a little amused smirk pressing creases into his cheeks. you meet his gaze with a little roll of your eyes.
āokay, okay, no. i wouldnāt have handled it. stop looking at me like that.ā he laughs at that one, and he doesnāt miss the way you smile at him. ābut you didnāt have to do it.ā
āand i did it anyway.ā
ābut you didnātĀ haveĀ to.ā
andĀ iwaizumi, irredeemably stupid, irredeemablyĀ head over heelsĀ for you, knows he didnāt have to punch the guy. he knows well enough that he couldāve just told him to back off, that heās done it before, that he couldāve dragged you away and thrown some choice words back at him.
so he shrugs, a terrible blush collecting at the tips of his ears that makes him want to press the frozen peasĀ thereĀ instead of his throbbing hand, and just looks at you.
āi didnāt like the way he was talking to you. thatās all.ā
thereās a little silence that follows his breath, and, for a moment, heās sure that thereās something you want to say, something on the tip of your tongue that you canāt quite let escape your lips. instead of saying anything though, you look down towards his hand, trace your finger over the knuckles and drag with it the cold water thatās melted onto his hand. you press one of your fingers into the bruises and he winces, hissing a little at the pressure.
āstupid,ā you mumble.
āthe other guyās worse than me,ā he says, and you laugh again, a weak little thingāhardly more than a rush of breath past your lips.
āi donāt think the other guy is holding peas to his hand right now.ā
āgood thing iām not either. thatās what i have you for.ā you narrow your eyes at him, leaning forward to swat his arm with the back your hand, but he catches it with his left hand before you ever make contact. āand iām pretty sure i broke his nose.ā
āyou definitely did,ā you say, a little lighter, a little laughter mixing with the syllables.
and then thereās another bit of silence that chases after your laughter, another moment of your fingers tracing patterns against his skin, of your eyes flitting over his face like youāre looking for something that even he couldnāt find.
he likes youātoo much, so much that right now, he can only think about kissing you, can only think about bringing his hand to your jaw and guiding your lips to his. he wants to kiss you as badly as he wants to breathe, wants to kiss you as badly as he wants the throbbing in his hand to stop, wants to kiss you as badly as he wants to listen to your laugh and watch the curve of your smile.
āhey-ā
he doesnāt finish the sentence, because next thing he knows youāre leaning up to him, abandoning the frozen peas to instead cradle his face in your hands. theyāre cold against his skin, but theyāreĀ youĀ and youāre sweet and gentle and suddenly your lips are on his and youāre kissing him for the first time.
and heās being surrounded by everything thatāsĀ you,Ā the smell of your citrus shampoo and your honey perfume, the taste of your mint chapstick on his lips, the feeling of your fingertips across his cheekbones and his along his jaw.
you go to pull away and he raises his left hand to your cheek, pulling you back into him becauseĀ hellĀ if heās going to let this end early. he feels the way you laugh into him, feels the pull of your smile against his lips andĀ godĀ heās going to fall for you.
when you do pull away, when he moves so his forehead is leaned against yours, so he can feel the fanning of your breath against his skin, he hears you whisper.
āyou didnāt have to punch him,ā you say, and when he goes to protest, you kiss him again, just for a moment to shut him up, ābut thank you anyway.ā
and then you kiss him for a third time, andĀ iwaizumiĀ decides heād punch as many guys as needed just to feel this again.
(he doesnāt have to, youāll kiss him as many times as he allows).
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fwb to lovers!mattsun: this man is the king of being emotionally unavailable. only falls in love against his will, and makes your life hell until he finally realizes he is in love with you.
coworkers to lovers!iwaizumi: he needs comfort and stability. dealing with chaotic athletes every day, he just wants to come home to someone who understands him. loves collapsing with you on the couch and reliving what happened that day together. (also loves shit talking abt atsumu)
enemies to lovers!oikawa: this man can have anyone he wants, so of course he only wants what he canāt have. secretly your number one fan so he knows everything about you. hits him like a freight train when he realizes heās in love w you.
roommates!maki: head over heels from the first time he saw you. plays the long game bc he knows you are soooooo out of his league. makes excuses to hang out, you two always go grocery shopping together. one day you wake up and realize you are practically already in a relationship. āmaki are we just friendsā ābabe i take you out to dinner five nights a week and do your laundryā¦ context cluesā
today could not possibly have gone any worse. a film producer should reach out because the amount of unbelievable events that happen to you on days like today need to be recorded.
first, it was the classic flat tire which made you late on your way to your big interview. next, your coffee got spilled on your favorite white button down blouse. and frankly it was all downhill after that.
which leads us to why you are currently standing in a grocery store aisle at 9pm scouring for your favorite snack. you have earned this damned treat and you are determined to find it. unfortunately, it looks like your grocery store reorganized so everything is out of place.
after skimming the shelves for about five minutes, the familiar blue packaging pops into view. except itās attached to a hand thatās currently placing it into a basket.
you scurry over trying not to seem as desperate as you feel right now. āexcuse me, where did you get those cookie crisps?ā the panic in your voice is clear.
when your eyes rise to question the person in front of you, you freeze. heās hot. as in his face belongs on the cover of a magazine hot.
his lips turn up into a smirk at your staring. and as if this day couldnāt get any worse, he turns to point to an empty shelf in the corner.
āiām pretty sure these were the last ones.ā he says so casually, as if this was not the bit of sanity left you were clinging onto. you grip his arm with both hands prepared to get down on your knees and beg.
ālisten here buddy, i really really need those cookies. what will it take for you to hand them over.ā his eyebrows raise in shock. clearly he wasnāt expecting to run into an insane person on his grocery run, but your day hasnāt exactly gone to plan either.
he glances down in his basket and chuckles at your desperation over a snack. his biceps flex while your eyes travel over the hot stranger in front of you. at least you get some eye candy to top off your bad day.
āiāll share them with ya.ā he decides. youāre caught in a staring contest as your brain tries to comprehend how you got stuck in this position.
any other day you would have given up and walked home, but this was a matter of principal.
āno, i wonāt share. these cookie crisps are mine, i have earned them so please do whatās right and hand them over. trust me, you donāt want to see what happens next if i donāt have a cookie in my mouth within two minutes,ā youāre talking at the speed of light and donāt care how deranged you sound.
he looks amused and shakes the packet in front of you to taunt you, āwell if you need them so bad i guess youāll have to settle for sharing. unless you donāt want any at all.ā
he struts down the grocery store aisle and you have no choice but to trail behind him. considering your options, you decide following this stranger is probably better than losing yet another battle today.
after catching him glancing several times while checking out, he finally finishes and pays. after a few steps out of the door he opens the package and hands you a cookie. ādonāt want to test you, iām not in the mood to be murdered tonight.ā
the cookie is eaten and gone before he can even finish his sentence. your hands grab for the package while he raises it above his head, making you reach up on your tippy toes.
āare you going to jump for it?ā he teases. after a day like this, violence is not out of the question. never in your life have you contemplated hitting someone because of sweets.
he sees you pause and decides to head to his car before you get any bright ideas. the passenger door is held open for you to get in. honestly, being murdered doesnāt sound so bad after everything else youāve dealt with today so you sit down quickly.
after he slides in the drivers side, he hands you the package of cookies before grabbing one himself. āso whatās your name?ā
"Want some granola?" Suna asks, totally unsympathetic to your blubbering form sitting on the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor in front of him.
"Rinā¦I'm literallyā¦" you groan, tired of it all. A few tears are swiped from your moist cheeks as you shudder and attempt to even out your voice. "No, Rintaro. I don't want any damn granola. I want my boyfriend back! How the hell can he just break up with me like that, over text of all freakin' things?! He'sā¦heā¦he's aā¦"
"A dunce face," Suna completes for you.
"Yeah! A dunce face! I mean, why would he do that? How can he do that? We were fine last week!"
"Humans are fickle creatures," he muses.
"Yeah? Ha. Well then it's official. I hate humans- oh, except for you of course," you quickly say to your best friend. "But thatā¦dunce face, and our physics professor, and the lady at the store who didn't give me proper change- I hate them!"
"Mm, I'm not a human actually," he says around a mouthful, noting the flavor profile between the oats andā¦nutmeg? Mhm, nutmeg. They totally put nutmeg in it. "I'm a genie."
"Oh, really?" You raise an eyebrow.
"Yup. I'm not fickle at all. In fact, I've had the fattest crush on you for the last few years and never wavered. Even when your face looks like that. I probably love you by now or whatever. Don't know what's wrong with your boy toy," Suna shrugs as if he didn't just confess to you and smacks his lips. "Anyways, Atsumu is waiting for me on the quad. I was supposed to be there half an hour ago but a pesky human kept me back."
Suna drops the mostly finished bag of granola on your lap, only containing the little bits and pieces you liked, and plants a big kiss on you, right on your snotty and bitten lips. "Later, dude."
my favorite type of girl is the one thatās SO composed and organized and responsible but she has untamed frizzy curls/waves. and maybe she tries to smooth it down and it just gets fluffier and it makes her so crabby <3
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haikyuu boys and little moments of joy .*ļ½„ļ½”ļ¾
ā³ ft. nishinoya, bokuto, kuroo, and atsumu
NISHINOYA calls to you from the end of the freezer aisle, the freezer door propped open with his hip as he clutches what appears to be a small box in his hands. When you come up on his left side, he fixes you with what you can only describe as a face-splitting grin. His eyes sparkle as he holds the box of mango popsicles out to you. "They have them! These are my favorite." You remember the box all too well; it's one that had sat in your freezer for three, maybe four, days max before the popsicles disappeared entirely. "I thought they stopped carrying them! I'm getting them." Yuu's excitement is contagious, and you find a smile of your own working its way onto your face. As he drops not one, but two boxes of the frozen treat into your shopping cart and starts to push it again, his joy refusing to wane, you loop your arm through his and squish your cheek into his shoulder.
BOKUTO starts pulling clothes from the dryer and plopping them into your laundry bin to be folded. And as a bundle of socks makes its journey to the basket, a stray purple one jumps from the pile, but before it can hit the floor, Koutarou catches it with his foot. His eyes immediately shoot to meet yours, disbelief clouding his features for only a moment before his slacked jaw is morphing into a grin so wide it squishes his cheeks and crinkles his eyes at the corners. You catch a glimpse of his sweet dimples and your heart catches in your chest. "Baby, did you see that!? That was awesome!" You grin back, adding to his excitement by gushing about how cool it was and that you can't believe he just did it. He beams under your attention, his smile so bright you feel like you need to squint to view it properly. With unrestrained joy, he kicks the sock up and catches it in his hand. "I'm on a roll!"
KUROO stands before you in your shared bedroom, a new outfit adorning his body. He'd been so eager to share it with you after his trip to the store that he could hardly contain himself, pulling you up from the couch and down to your bedroom mere seconds after coming through the front door. The outfit is simple but sleek ā a soft black sweater and perfectly-tailored black slacks. He lifts his arms a bit and does a little spin, a proud smile evident on his features when he turns back to face you. "Well," he starts, eagerly, "what do you think? Do you like them?" Before you can even respond, you watch as his eyes shift to grin at himself in the mirror. "I was thinking of wearing it with that white collared shirt you bought me underneath and those nice dress shoes I bought last year." He's so pleased with it that it makes him, and his new outfit, all the more handsome. You tell him as much, and his excitement only mounts, pulling you in to pepper kisses all over your cheeks.
ATSUMU's eyes widen as soon as the song starts. You could recognize the opening beats of it anywhere ā a song Atsumu has proudly proclaimed is his favorite almost every time you've heard it. And this time, like all the others, he cranks the dial on the radio and shifts his eyes away from the road for only a moment to tell you with a cute grin, "Ahh, I love this song!" He sings along, bobbing his head to the beat and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment before reaching across the center console to tap the beat against your thigh. You're so wrapped up in his excitement that you can't help but join in, singing along with both Atsumu and the radio. The action leads to an impromptu, and very passionate, karaoke session ā one that leaves you both with an ache in your cheeks from smiling.
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