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There are three kinds of wives...

What type of wife Haikyu characters would have:

The one who buys a frying pan for cooking purposes...

akaashi keiji, ushijima wakatoshi, sugawara koshi, iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, sawamura daichi, yamaguchi tadashi, ennoshita chikara, daisho suguru, aone takanobu, ojiro aran, sakusa kiyoomi.

The one who tests out the frying pan by battling with invisible figures in the air...

kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutaro, hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tendou satori, haiba lev, goshiki tsutomu, nishinoya yu, azumane asahi, yaku morisuke, koganegawa kanji, semi eita, hoshiumi korai.

And there are those who threatens their partner with the pan...

kozume kenma, tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, tanaka ryunosuke, yamamoto taketora, kyotani kentarou, terushima yuuji, shirabu kenjiro.

ALISA KNOWS BEST

—pairing : haiba lev x fem!reader

—summary : alisa being your good friend and being a good sister to her little brother decides to play match-maker for the two of you.

—content : fluff, crackhead energy, mild nsfw

—a/n : lowercase intended

—you would be good friends with his older sister, alisa

—you were a few years her junior and yet you were just as successful as she is—if not more

—the both of you works for the fashion industry, with her as a model and you as a fashion editor

—alisa then introduces you to her little brother who also works for the fashion industry. turns out, you three were in the same company

—it just so happens that you've worked with her little brother. the genes were apparent, there. both of them had the same eyes, same smile, slender figures, and both strikingly gorgeous.

—❝i know best okay? i'm not boasting just because he is my brother. lev has a kind heart. he is a pure soul. are you listening to me?...y/n-chan.❞

—when you came to the conclusion that alisa would never shut up or give up bringing up her brother to you, you finally decide to go to the blind date she was setting for the both of you

—which was exactly two weeks and four days ago

—it wasn't that bad really

—he just happened to sneeze on the food before you and well...you, when a woman holding a bouquet of flowers passed by

—he was polygenic-sensitive

—which also means: no flowers in the future

—he wasn't that bad, as you get to know him

—lev was quirky and fun to be with, fun to tease

—you almost cooed at him for being such a gentleman

—he asks ❝may I?❞ when he wants to kiss you (awee my big babyyyy)

—definitely mall dates at the department store and branded boutiques. you would pick out clothes for each other and styling, it's just sooo much fun!!

—❝baby, i'm outside. i've been ringing your doorbell since like two? three minutes ago. ❞

—you walk by your window, seeing lev at the front of the other house—particularly your neighbor's

—❝lev, my love...you're at the wrong house.❞

—yeah, he could easily get lost

—this man has absolutely non-existent sense of direction

—❝lev...do you know where you're going?❞

—he tilts his head to the side and then just facing ahead, saying yes confidently while going the wrong way

—you stopped walking, pursing your lips to fight an amused smile from forming

—once he realized you weren't following him, he blinked and turned around, looking confusedly at you

—a soft smile graced your lips before you made your way towards him, intertwining your hands with his and chuckle softly. ❝let's go.❞

—you led him back around to where you came from before you blindly followed him while you were on your phone

—it was only two minutes

—before he led you both astray

—that's kinda raw talent...honestly

—first time with him was kinda sloppy

—you swallowed the urge to laugh at him

—because you had to show him where your clit was, your hand guiding his own

—it was still wholesome

—when he got the hang of it though, you could only chant his name over and over, holding onto him for dear life, leaving marks all over his back and biceps

—after exactly four rounds, you're both spent

—alisa really does know best

COMFORT

—pairing : Gilbert Blythe x fem!reader

—summary : An unfortunate accident has you inevitably stuck with Gilbert Blythe—which your father had absolutely no hand in.

—content : sfw, fluff, mutual pining, poetic gushing of reader completely lost in her mirage of defenseless affliction for Gilbert

—word count : 2k

Dark stains ranging from light grey to smokey black smeared all over the townspeople's crestfallen faces, a residue of the fire accident that had taken place at the Gillis' family home.

The remnants of the fire took over their house walls. If it weren't for Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, the Gillis' residence would've been left with nothing but ashes. The house structure and foundation were still intact. Its durability remained a wonder, however.

It was fortunate that no one was injured from the catastrophe. The only casualty was the concrete house itself which had layers of ashen smudges creeping up its scorched walls.

When the fire had been vanquished, the people went to the patriarch and matriarch of the Gillis' to share their concerns and somehow alleviate their distress over temporarily losing their home and refuge. Small talk, yet still laced with sincerity.

Avonlea was a small town with a limited number of residents occupying it. They may be awfully spiteful sometimes, especially when it comes to those who take pleasure in gossip, but they sure are compassionate and genuine, if not every one.

Your father made his way to approach Gilbert Blythe. ❝Gilbert, good lad. Might I trouble you for a favor?❞ His tone was inquisitive, yet the vague certainty and subdued confidence in his eyes did not go unnoticed by the younger male.

❝Of course, sir. May I ask what it's about?❞

❝Could you possibly escort my Y/n home? It seems that my daughter is set on offering comfort to her dear friend.❞ The facial expression he conveyed seemed to be dejected and hopeless. As hard as he tried to play it out, Gilbert could see through your father—at some point.

He did not want to interject, though. Nor dare to confront him about it. Gilbert did not seem too keen to expose him, instead he appreciated your father's not-so-well-hidden intentions to play match-maker.

Mr. L/n had his fingers on his temples with his brows slightly furrowed, no doubt expressing helplessness. ❝It's just that I promised my wife I would be back as soon as possible after things here have settled down...❞ He then laughs slightly, thinking back on what had happened before his departure towards the site of the regretful incident. ❝We almost couldn't leave the house when M/n became too panicked and worried for our safety, you see.❞

Your father shoots him a careful and hopeful look. His spirits seemed to be more lifted and assured when Gilbert nodded with a smile. ❝I'd be happy to walk Y/n home, sir.❞

❝Thank you, Gilbert. My wife and I appreciate it. I'll be off now then, good night.❞ He did not even wait for a reply from the younger male.

Gilbert watched the older man walking towards the path leading to his home—well, in long strides with graceful haste more like.

His gaze then falls over you. You appeared to be the image of serene and composed, yet the strands of your h/c curls frame your face with an ethereal unruliness in them, given the accident that occured at the Gillis' family house. Who would still look presentable after that? The people who stayed home, obviously. Everyone who wanted to help scurried over to offer their aid as soon as the news reached them. Including you and your father.

While your father took the buckets back with him, you were only carrying a cozy shawl sprawled over your shoulders to warm you up from the biting cold of the night.

You and the girls were formed in a small group. With a look of compassion and gentleness in your expression, you shared a conversation directed to Ruby as the recipient of your good intent. ❝I would be delighted to accommodate you and your family to our humble residence, Ruby…❞ You started with a soft smile, in a genuine benign manner towards your dear classmate.

Ruby was hell-bent on refusing to stay with Anne and wanted to be with you and even considered staying with Diana. She had a conflicted facial expression etched on her face with her brows furrowed. Her mouth opens in an attempt to refute.

But then, you spoke again with the same tenderness. ❝But I think you should accept Anne's offer and spend some time to get to know her better. It could do you good, the both of you.❞ The calm temperament you reasoned with seemed to be taking effect since you've made your serenity contagious to Ruby.

Diana was quick to put in more words for Ruby to agree, knowing where you were going with this. It would be beneficial for not only Anne and Ruby, but also to your other classmates who always seem to misunderstand Anne. Maybe spending time with Anne would change the perception of the girl into a more positive note if they get to know each other better and resolve past ill sentiments that Ruby once had for Anne.

❝Y/n is completely right, Ruby. I've always had fun whenever I am with Anne. Please give her a chance as I have?❞ Diana casts a careful and cautious look over her sandy-blonde friend.

Eventually, Ruby nods her head—albeit hesitantly.

Diana wraps her arms around Anne as she bids her farewell. ❝I'll visit soon, all right?❞ Your brunette friend leaves the three of you with a wave of her hand and follows after her father who waited for his daughter by the tree.

Speaking of fathers, you don't seem to locate yours as you scanned around the area. At all.

Gilbert's tall stature does come to your line of sight, though.

You gulped lightly, as you seemed to struggle looking away from him. You forced yourself to focus your attention back to your friend. Pulling yourself together, you smile softly at her. ❝It's all right, Ruby. You're in good hands.❞ Being the good friend that you are, you tried to comfort her with the dulcet rubbing of your hand against her wool-clad arms. When her expression relaxes, only then did you talk again.

❝I shall take my leave now. I'll see you two tomorrow, yes?❞ Your eyes trained to Anne then to Ruby's.

Anne was more enthusiastic than Ruby to reply—which you can understand because Ruby had just lost her home and would be spending time with a girl she did not exactly want to associate herself with given what the others negatively perceived of Anne.

Before you knew it, someone fell into step with you. Looking up to your side, you came face to face with the one and only Gilbert Blythe. Your brows slightly shot up, surprised at the sight of him when his house was the other way around.

❝Gilbert, I—wha...❞

❝Your father requested that I accompany you.❞ He explains, appearing completely unbothered by the reason at all. If anything, he seemed relaxed. Delighted, maybe?

And then there was this slightly upturned smile playing on his lips that sent your mind in a frenzy as he looked at you with a certain intent—something that you couldn't quite decipher.

Quickly composing yourself, you replied with a steady voice. ❝I'm sorry to trouble you then, Gilbert. Father can be quite the worrywart when it comes to his only daughter. ❞

❝It's no trouble at all, Y/n. It's my pleasure to take you home. ❞ He grins so easily at you that his stare becomes quite difficult for you to maintain.

You stayed silent after that, simply looking ahead of you—trying to ignore the racing of your heart at his words. Maybe you were overthinking it. But the way he composed the structure of his words were ambiguous, you couldn't help it.

There were endless words to choose from. Like: walk you home. But, no. He just had to choose ❝take you home❞ did he? His implications were vague if he was actually referring to your house or—

Yeah, you were overthinking things.

It might not be as complex as you imagined.

It would only be a few hours until dawn arrives. So much for sleep. You were sure that your friends—who actually cared about Ruby sacrificed their sleep just to be with her earlier and lend a helping hand to her family.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the sudden gush of cold wind passed, causing you to slightly shiver. You tightened your shawl around you. No doubt, even your fingers were icy cold.

Just then, you felt something heavy set upon your shoulders. Startled, your fingers came into contact with something warm—which you noticed were actually Gilbert's knuckles as you clutched the plaid material he draped over your shoulders.

Your eyes captured his ever mesmerizing, enigmatic, warm chestnut brown hazel eyes, softened with genuine concern. You weren't even aware you had both come to a standstill.

You cleared your throat slightly before you looked away, continuing to tread back home. With him.

When you glanced back at him, his eyes were sparkling in bliss with the corners of his mouth pulled up into a disarmingly boyish grin that had you utterly captivated.

You did not even realize you mirrored his smile with a shyer one. But you were far too late to be self-aware. Gilbert had already seen it. You could have playfully shoved him with the way you saw his smile widening teasingly. Instead, you scoff softly—in sheer amusement at the situation with a smile gracing your lips.

Finally you reached the plinth of your home. You paused, contemplating—not knowing what to do exactly.

Biting your lower lip lightly, you divert your attention from the door, turning around to face him. He has a calm and relaxed expression on, his body language was at ease as he returned your gaze with a hint of a smile playing at his lips.

❝Good night, Gilbert.❞

His mouth parted, stretching to a full-on winsome grin. ❝Definitely.❞

Your eyebrows slightly twitched at the cryptic implication of his reply. You felt yourself purse your lips together, feeling a warmth swarm up your face.

He took a few steps backward with his body still lingered towards your direction. ❝See you later.❞ When he saw you smile softly, he waves at you.

He stood there still. As if waiting for you to make your way inside the house first before he could set his mind at ease and depart.

Giving him a peace of mind, you crossed the threshold and closed the door with a soft click. His face was the last thing you saw before it completely shut.

Oh, yes. It would definitely be a good night. You thought with a smile creeping up your lips as you made your way upstairs to your boudoir.

This interaction of yours with Gilbert barely even consisted beyond that of at least fifty words. Yet he had you on a chokehold, didn't he?

Those infuriatingly expressive, enchantingly mysterious, earth-shatteringly gorgeous empyrean hazel eyes. And that dangerously mind-blowing coy curl of the lips, and knee-numbing honeyed words were all to blame. How can someone deserve such power assigned so carelessly to a single being—destined to wield it without even being self-aware of his complete leverage over you?

Good God, you may be forsaken for all eternity for as long as Gilbert Blythe lives.

Maybe this was why Ruby was utterly infatuated with him for a long time. His charm was disarming. With no hope of breaking free from his reigns he so blissfully unaware he brought upon you.

You were not immune.

A/N : this was supposed to be a blurb, but as you can see I may have gotten carried away-- Also, I am aware that the setting for this scene was during early morning, however I just felt that night time would have been more fitting for this