MALINA ROMANCE WEEK 2022 — DAY 3: TYPES / ACTS OF LOVE PRAGMA: E N D U R I N G  L O V E (INSP)

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୨♡୧ THE MAN WHO HUNG THE MOON — sakusa kiyoomi x reader. sfw. fluff. dad!sakusa.

the sound of sleepy giggles from down the hall makes a smile tug at the corner of your lips. as you pick up the toys scattered about the living room, you picture the scene; your daughter comfy under her blanket and sakusa squeezed into the toddler bed beside her with a book of her choice in his hands. he’s probably changing his voice with each character just the way she likes, tickling her tummy every time she laughs so that the joyous sound is prolonged. little moments like these, ones that warrant you a glimpse into their daddy-daughter time never fail to make your heart swell.

the noise from the back dies down a few minutes later and the quiet click of a door closing tells you that your husband has finished putting the girl to bed. you’re almost finished cleaning up the toys left behind in the living when sakusa wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. he doesn’t give you time to savor the feel of him before he’s gone, leaning down to aid you in tidying up.

you shoot him a petulant look that he can’t see as you reach down to pick up the doll by your feet. you have every intention of tossing it in the bin with the rest of your daughter’s things but before you can, you realize that you don’t recognize it. your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you meet sakusa at the toy bin. “when did you get her this?”

“a few days ago,” he replies upon seeing it. in all honesty, he had meant to put the doll away before you returned home. now that the cat is out of the bag, he might as well be entirely transparent. “and i actually got it for me.”

“like, got it for you so the two of you could play together?” you eye him curiously with your question. you’re sure that’s what he meant but, without context, the statement produces an entertaining image in your head of the man playing with toys even in the absence of your daughter.

“not really,” sakusa admits, and he can see a sparkle of interest swimming in your gaze. the real reasoning behind the purchase is nothing to be embarrassed about but he still hesitates to spit it out. he’d hoped that you would see the result before you could ask about the process.

“sakura told me she likes the way you put her hair in two braids so i bought the doll to practice.” he turns the doll in your hands so that you can see what he’s taken away from the youtube tutorials in the past few days. it’s a lot better than his first attempt but sakusa thinks he could use a few more sessions to hone the skill before surprising sakura with the style.

you survey his work on the synthetic hair. it’s not bad by any means. the braids are a little loose, but you can clearly see all of the effort he’s put in. you glance up to meet his onyx gaze and offer him a smile. “you’re cute. but why didn’t you just ask me? i would have been more than happy to teach you.”

the thought had passed sakusa’s mind when the girl had first told him that she preferred the way you did her hair but he had convinced himself that the task was something he could easily do on his own. it’s not that he feels like he’s above asking for help, though, he does feel like you’re busy enough with work of your own. the last thing he wanted to do was worry you with this—something he should be entirely capable of.

“you already have so much on your plate, i thought i could take care of this on my own.” sakusa takes the doll from your hands and places it with the rest of the toys in the wooden chest before closing it. 

it’s hard to believe that this is the same man that expressed doubts about whether or not he’d be a good dad before your daughter arrived. every day since then, he’s proven that his anxieties about being a parent were misplaced. sakura looks at him with stars in her eyes, like he’s the very person that hung the moon—a lot like you’re looking at him now.

you interlace your fingers with his slim ones, giving his hands a comforting squeeze as you boost yourself up on the tips of your toes to press your lips against his in a soft kiss. his breath is minty, likely from brushing his teeth with sakura not too long ago. you pull away with a smile, bumping the tip of your nose against his before returning to your normal height. “she’s going to love when you do her hair.”

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Haikyuu!! Siblings [ 35 / ? ]

↳ Sugawara Koushi: one younger brother

They heard we were doing sibling portraits and decided to take it very seriously 🐰

Inspired by Sugasen’s lil animal socks from his key visual

I know it is my father's first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little.

But I was little too.

— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father

Soft headcanon. Slightly angsty.

TW: NONE.

So since it's canon, that it's just Shōyō and his little sister, Natsu, at home, Shōyō has nights where he just... CAN'T. He's so young and he doesn't know how to parent. So some nights, when Natsu refuses to sleep, to the point they're both in tears, Shōyō calls Keishin, literally begging for him to come over and calling him dad, (by accident. It just slips out.) And Ukai is there, so fast.

He gently rocks Natsu to sleep, while Shōyō just lays on the bed, curled up. He's softly singing lullaby by Nickelback, while gently running his fingers through Shōyō's hair, till both of the kids are asleep.

Ukai stays the night, and this goes on for a week or 2, till either he moves into their place, or they move into his.

But then the same thing happens with Tanaka, one night. He's just so fucking drained from having to relentless put up with Saeko being drunk nearly all the time. And he doesn't have anyone to turn to, since it's just him and her.

So Ukai takes in Tanaka, and they both save up, and get him his own place, next door or a few houses down the street, when he's ready.

And he even pays for Saeko's aa meetings and therapy. But he absolutely sings Tanaka to sleep as well. But he sings how you remind me, for him. Cause it's just more fitting.

And before he knows it, Keishin realizes that.. maybe.. having a family of his own.. having a few kids, ain't so bad. He doesn't really know why he kept pushing it away all these years.

Cause he's the happiest he's ever been.

Hinata wakes keishin up at like 2am because he just can’t do it and keishin can’t make out the blubbering but he’s able to hear “please help dad” and then he’s pulling on two different sandals and putting his shirt on backwards before busting out the door.

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One night, Natsu can't sleep cause it's getting close to summer, so her room is hot, even w/ ac. So she goes to get some water in the kitchen, and Ukai is up cause of the same thing and when he hears her footsteps he turns and leans down a bit and asks "Hey baby ginger, what's up?" In the gentlest voice.

And she says "Room's too hot. Need water." So he gets it for her, and they end up sitting on the couch for most of the night, and Natsu is regaling her memories of how Shōyō-nii got her into volleyball and everything he's told her about him (Ukai) and Takeda. And they end up asleep in the living room together.

She's on the couch, he's on a roll out futon sleeping bag. And their pinkies are linked, as a comfort habit Natsu has formed w/ Shōyō-nii. Cause knowing someone's there while she's asleep helps her stay asleep.

stay

tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: afab! reader, mentions of unprotected sex, unclear relationship between reader and tsukki, kei is bad at feelings

you hear tsukishima shuffling in the bathroom as you lay on his bed.

looking up at his ceiling, you try to figure him out: is he the kind of guy who’ll kick a girl out after he sleeps with her? will he let you stay? should you get dressed and make a run for it while he’s busy?

instead, you stay where you are, only choosing to drape your arm over your face, the crook of your elbow resting over your eyes. you close them. you’ll leave it up to him to decide what he wants to do with you.

would he walk you home if he kicked you out?

eyes still closed, you hear him come back into the room. you brace yourself for rejection and the eventual walk of shame.

the bed dips as he kneels on it, inching closer to you.

you feel him tap the side of your naked thigh, “open your legs,” he says

you do so, choosing not to remove your arm from covering your face until you feel him clean the mess in between your thighs with a damp hand towel. you guess it’s the least he could do before kicking you out— given that most of the mess is his.

he sighs once he’s finished, discarding the rag, eyes still not meeting yours as he makes his way to the dresser across the room.

“you…” he drags the question out as he rummages through the top drawer.

“want a shirt?”

you hum, and he throws it over to you.

he’s pacing the room again, picking up the various clothing items you were each wearing before the night’s encounter.

you see him fold your pants, the shirt you were wearing, and your bra. he picks up your panties and finally, shyly, meets your gaze, cheeks coloring.

he throws these at you, too. you to put them on.

he’s back to his drawers, pulling out a clean pair of sweatpants for himself. the waistband rests low on his waist as he finally, finally, comes back to bed.

“umm,”

you take this as your cue to leave, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, searching his room for your phone, your keys, your wallet.

“i tend to run pretty cold at night,” he begins, clearing his throat, “do you want an extra blanket incase-

“are you leaving?”

he cuts himself off when he realizes you’re collecting your belongings, your pants already in hand, waiting for you to put them on.

you feel like a deer caught in headlights. your mouth falling open into a soundless oh.

“you want me to stay?” you ask him, unsure

immediately, tsukishima gets defensive, closing himself off, “i mean, no one’s forcing you to.”

he looks away, and you feel like hitting yourself with a hammer repeatedly.

“text me when you get home.” is all he says, still not meeting your eyes.

“tsukki-”

“what.” his tone is harsh. he’s furiously picking at the skin around his cuticles.

“i-i want to stay,” you tell him, nearing him where he is sitting on the edge of his bed. while he still pretends to be upset, he’s readily parting his legs for you to nestle in between them, burrowing his head in your stomach as you stand in front of him, your fingers immediately moving to scratch his scalp the way he likes. his hands gently cup your ass, bringing you closer.

tsukishima breathes in the scent of you and him mixed together through his shirt. you’re good to him. too good sometimes.

the truth is he wants you to stay in his bed (and his heart, and his life) forever.

“call me kei,” he tells you finally, softly, “s’the least you can do after asking me to cum inside you.”

“kei,” you say, smile on your lips, savoring the syllable, “can you get me an extra blanket?”

he huffs, pulling you down to lay beside him, “you won’t need one after i’m done with you.”

Y'ALL!! I want to put you on some ✨self care✨ [read: things that you should probably just be doing all the time] that I've been doing for the past week that has made me feel so much better:

Go to bed early! Get up early! I am not a morning person by any definition, but going to bed between even 10:30 and 12, and getting up between 6:30 and 8?? *chef's kiss*

Take care of your teeth, I'm serious. I never used to floss (yeah, gross, whatever) or use mouthwash but HOMIES I FEEL AMAZING NOW

Clean your room for goodness sake. It's a pigsty. Do I need to be your mother??

Get some exercise, however you like it. I have a cruiser (think longboard meets skateboard, if you don't already know what it is) and I'm not very good at it, but just getting out there and riding it gives me some joy! And it's good exercise!

Do you have any deadlines to meet? Why haven't you finished that Thing yet? Stop putting it off, my guy.

Similarly, will you REALLY wash those dishes later? Probably not. Just do it now.

Drink more tea!! Seriously, it helps with everything. Bonus if you can sit and JUST drink it. Don't go on social media, don't read, don't watch TV. Just relax for 10 minutes with yourself.

See a friend! How long has it been since you last talked to your best friend? Mine lives halfway across the country, but a facetime call with her always makes me happier.

Do a comfort thing. Reread your favorite book, watch a movie or TV show you've already seen like 4 times, sing/listen to a favorite song, etc. Do something about which you know the outcome.

Make yourself a healthy meal. Keyword: healthy. Browse Pinterest for something that looks good and make it! Or make something up!

That's all I can think of for now. Maybe I'll think of some more later and reblog with those. Feel free to add to this! I'd love to hear any other ideas!

King of Dreams, King of Nightmares… in any case, i just think he’s neat

i can’t help but think of mizu x reader who’s working in cosmetology and is super feminine… i’m talking girly girl, pink clothes, items, gold jewelry, hair and makeup and nails are always done… it’s the trope of girl who puts on her hoodies and jeans x girl who takes 3 hours to get ready to go to the grocery store

this idea is so good ahhh

Mizu who lets you straddle her as you apply glitter eyeshadow on the lids of her eyes. She complains and wriggles, but she secretly loves it when she gets to see you like this: concentrated and moody if she didn’t hold still long enough.

You take ages to get ready to go out—doesn’t matter where. Mizu waits on the bed, watching tiktoks of up and coming fencers, all at full volume, completely unaware.

Mizu is always subject to your makeup experiments since she has such good skin despite not having a nighttime routine (she gets too grumpy if you tell her to get up and do a shared nighttime routine)

You’re always jealous of Mizu’s thick dark eyebrows and you often have to bribe her to let you pluck them.

Mizu lets you paint her nails sometimes when she’s wine-drunk and happy and in love. She smiles brightly and giggles when you’re finished. Demands you to take photos of your intertwined hands.

in public, you know the image you both make: you, draped in pink clothes and frills and makeup and mizu—swathed in black and wearing combat boots and that perpetual frown on her face.

Regardless, It’s a nice balance and you sometimes braid Mizu’s long hair, dress her in your own clothes, paint her eyelids and brush blush onto her face before kissing her softly.

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adventure time’s princess bubblegum and marceline inspired this one

lindsey drager, the archive of alternative endings