warnings: mentions of wine, no pronouns are used for the reader
you and sakusa kiyoomi wander to the kitchen whenever you can’t sleep. it’s a (now) usual habit that started around the second week of you living together — when you found him sitting on a kitchen stool, eating lucky charms while reading a magazine.
and of course, it’s not only the kitchen where you reside in the wee hours of the night — sometimes it’s out on your balcony that is crowded with plants, with bottles that once held wine, where you and sakusa sit with your legs dangling in between the rails, giggling about mundane things and observing as the people (insomniacs on a stroll, couples who are drunk in love, people who are heading to a party) pass by as you eat your favorite foods.
sometimes you’re in the living room — laughing as he paints your nails, quiet as he reads you his favorite books, loud as you both sing big fat mouth by arlie.
but tonight you’re in the kitchen — head resting on sakusa’s chest, feet bare and cold against the even colder kitchen’s floor. a thought on an autumn night by JANNABI is playing on his phone on the counter and his heart beat is calm against his rib cage.
“kiyoomi,” you start, lift your head up from his chest to stare up at him, unwrap your arm from around his waist to poke his cheek as a bashful smile spreads across your face. “kiyoomi i think i’m in love with you.” you giggle and he throws his head back, laughs.
“love of my life, the reason why i wake up every morning,” he laughs, “you think you’re in love? i put a ring on your finger and got so romantic with you — and you think you’re in love?!” he feigns anger before erupting into a fit of laughter. “okay, i think i’m in love with you too.” he smiles, plants a little kiss on your lips that tastes like cherry wine and boops your nose.
“actually,” you giggle and he giggles, “i know i’m in love with you. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
he kisses you again. “i know i’m in love with you, too — and the way you wake up with a frown on your face before bursting into a smile because you see our cat,” he laughs and you laugh, too — turn over to look at your cat who’s resting on the couch. “and of course, i love the way you get excited over the smallest things, i love everything about you.” he kisses you again and again and it feels like all of your troubles melt, it feels like sakusa kiyoomi is pouring all of his love into your heart.
listen...that one song that goes human beings i a mob- what's a mob to king, what's a king to a god whats a god to a non believer [ dramatic pause ] who do 't believe in [ another one ] anything hits different bro i dont even know why
ok now this is going to sound very sad but i promise i don’t mean it that way :
why aren’t we talking more about happy suna? like- REALLY FUCKING HAPPY AND ENTHUSIASTIC AND GIGGLY SUNA?
suna who has so much time to lose in high school that he makes you literal powerpoint presentations for every single one of your anniversary. and forces you to sit down and listen to him rambling about the dumbest things that happened to the both of you.
and you can see how happy it makes him because he’s like- making big gestures with his hands and he keeps asking you « you remember that, right?! » but doesn’t even let you answer that he’s already explaining the whole thing for the third time.
or, OR, suna who - just like kids- has one specific song that puts him in the best of moods. and even if he was in the middle of telling you about his day, you’re gonna have to wait to know the end because right now he has to enjoy every single second of that song. and of course he sings it from a to z. he even sings the instrumental part (don’t ask, he just does)
OR suna who always ends up crying with laughter even for the stupidest jokes. i’m convinced he has a silent type of laugh so like- he’s basically just wheezing and hitting whatever’s close to him like he’s gasping for air or something. he also does this thing when he fans himself to make his tears dry… and just when he thinks his laugh has finally stopped, he looks back at you, thinks about the joke again and it all starts again from zero.
facetime with 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 at 2 in the morning ♡ you being the talker, while the other was more of the listener.
you forgot what you were talking about, but you clearly remember what you felt about an hour into the call.
you peeked into the screen as you continued with your story, but the way suna looked at you— sleepy eyes that crinkled as a small smile formed on his lips. for moment there, you felt your heart skip a beat. “and then...” you seemed to forget your next few lines, “uhm...” you stammered, unable to comprehend anything but the way the man on your screen gazed at you.
yet, the usually stoic man did not notice the way his eyes smiled as you talked to him. all he wanted was to listen to you for hours. it was fun and endearing; how you tell your stories and rants with passion— and even if the topic was as nonsensical as whether pineapples should (or should not) be on pizza.
the gentle yet longing expression replaced suna’s characteristically unfazed, seemingly bored guise is enough to tell you have love-struck he was for you.
suna clearly remembered what you were talking about, but the way he was falling for you seeped past his conscious thought and control.
he just wanted to hear your voice, your stories. the comfort you brought was enough for him to choose you over some precious hours of sleep.
so at the wee hours of some random schoolday, you and suna may not have been in the same wavelength, but it was at that time that suna began to fall in love with his best friend.
HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU TELL THEM YOU’RE GLAD YOU DIDN’T BREAK UP WITH THEM
request: “okayyyy please can you do the bnha "i'm glad i didnt break up with you" prank but with haikyuu boys? maybe with oikawa, atsumu, semi, suna, and sakusa? i included your two favs ;) thanks tee <3”
a/n: hi babe !! ty for including my two favs ;) you’re awesome for that lovely <3 hope you enjoy
✯𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 was humming happily, folding laundry while you sat across from him, folding your own. Grabbing one of the hoodies in the pile, you held it up to him, catching his attention. “Can I wear this Tooru?” He smiled, nodding at you sweetly. “Of course, mi amor,” he said, walking up to you as he finished, hugging you to his stomach. “I’m glad I didn’t break up with you that one time, Tooru,” you mumbled into his shirt, stifling a giggle when he gasped. Pulling away from you, he stared at you with a pout, eyebrows furrowed. “You wanted to break up with me? After all the hoodies I let you borrow?” Laughing, you stood up, poking the lip jutted out, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m kidding, babe. I’d never thought about it,” you whispered, pecking his lips. With a “hmph,” he reached over, knocking your folded laundry pile over, unfolding half of it. “That’s what you get, you jerk,” he huffed, leaning in and kissing you longer this time.
✯𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead as he brought the blanket over your bodies, mumbling a “goodnight, baby,” as he yawned. Tracing patterns into his chest, you kissed it from where you lay. “Tsum, I’m glad I didn’t break up with you.” He hummed, closing his eyes. “Yeah, me too,” he whispered, quiet for a moment before he quickly turned to you after he processed your words. “Baby, what do ya mean? Yer jokin’ right? I know yer jokin’, ya didn’t wanna leave me right? Right?” He groaned when he heard you giggle, flopping on top of you, his head burying itself into your neck. “I was just joking, Tsum,” you laughed, fingers stroking through his hair as he whined. “Was just about to sleep too, yer gonna make me have nightmares now.” Rolling your eyes, you kissed the side of his head, rubbing his back gently. “Shut up, you baby.”
✯𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈 strummed his guitar, humming to himself gently as you lay on the bed across from him, scrolling through through your phone. Fighting back a smile on your face, you looked up at him, catching his attention. “Eita, it’s a good thing I chose not to break up with you.” Raising his eyebrow, he stopped strumming, nodding his head for a moment before he began strumming once more. “This next songs dedicated to my ex, y/n, who tore my heart to pieces. This ones for you, babe,” he announced, making you throw your head back as you laughed. A grin spread across his face too as he put his guitar down and made his way over to you, pinching your nose and laying next to you. “I’m just kidding, Eita. I wasn’t gonna.” Rolling his eyes, he pulled you into him, nose burying itself into your head. “Still tore my heart to pieces.” Leaning up, you kissed his jaw. “It’ll get you a good hit, I’m sure.”
✯𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 lay with his head on your chest, eyes trained on the movie as you played with his hair. Trailing a hand under his shirt, you rubbed the bare skin of his back, making him sigh quietly. “Rin, I’m glad I didn’t break it off with you that one time,” you whispered. Tensing for a moment, he looked up at you, eyes narrowed as they met yours. “Yeah, I’m not surprised. You don’t know a good thing when you see one,” he grumbled, shifting so he could climb off of his place on top of you. Chuckling, you wrapped your arms tighter around him, keeping him in place. “I’m kidding, Rin. It was a joke.” He looked at you with a scowl, rolling his eyes. “I think you should leave the jokes to me, I don’t have a bratty sense of humor.” He rolled his eyes again when your grin widened, plopping his head back into your chest. “I think you’re just not a good sport.”
✯𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 placed the plate in front of you, smiling to himself in pride at the dinner he’d made, taking it upon himself to learn how to make your favorite. Giving him a soft grin, you grabbed his other hand. “Omi, you’re so sweet. I’m glad I didn’t leave you.” His smile instantly turned into a frown, hand leaving your grip as he took the plate back. “You’re a brat, I regret asking you out,” he grumbled. His scowl deepened when you laughed, a small pout appearing in his face. Standing up, you hugged his waist, leaning in and trailing kisses down his jaw line. “Aw, Omi, I’m just kidding, you know.” His arm wrapped around you, tightly holding you in place as he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re still a brat, you can starve while I enjoy dinner alone.” He still placed your plate back down with a huff though, making you giggle.
inspired by the style of @noodlemanjpg
Little rant/artist note below I guess
I was just getting so sick of the same process every time and working so finely. And I've always had a tough time with my art, but I think I'll just start drawing whatever the fuck I want from here on out, because- I really had to take a little look at who am I trying to please here. And it's not an audience, it's me. I don't know why that's so hard for me to remember when I don't even have a large following pffff. It's the lack of praise as a kid I'm sure. So ye ye, I'll just be drawing random shit in whatever style I want.
I'm not sure why I pretended to have a style when I really don't. I like a bunch of different stuff and there's way too many ways to express them to put myself in a box like i've kinda been doing.
feeling kuroo deprived all over again. i wish i can think of some good original kuroo headcanons to share, but my brain’s empty :((
all i can think of is him draping his heavy body over you, giving you rides around your shared place (by rides, he means piggy back rides), massaging your muscles out of nowhere, using your butt as his personal pillow (and dramatically plugging his nose when you fart), spamming your phone with pictures of himself, sending you cute cat pictures, him trying his best to pry his eyes away when you’re wearing only an oversized shirt and shorts, humming along with you, not holding back his laugh around you, sharing you bites of food, being super competitive when playing board games with you, shielding and protecting you when needed, proudly holding your hand in public places, brushing hair out of your face when you’re asleep, pressing random kisses along your skin, getting a warm and tight and reassuring hug from him, when he makes you take back all the negative comments about yourself, shamelessly flirting with you, bring you a cup of water randomly, nuzzling his nose against your neck, presses long kisses behind your ear, catching him grinning like a lovestruck cat, truthfully complimenting both your outside and inside, making snarky comments that only you can hear when people watching, feeling his hands tighten when an intense scene of a movie comes up, when he rambles on and on about how stupid the main characters can be, when he’s easily loved by dogs and cats and grandmas, when he makes you instant noodles with an egg and the perfect amount of seasoning (and of course he’ll steal some bites), when he gives you a “i’ll be back” kiss, when he scolds the bad people in your life, when he reminds you to take care of yourself and threaten to watch over you if you don’t, when he acts like a cat with separation anxiety when having a bad day, when he randomly offers to join you in the shower, quoting inside jokes and laughing afterwards, the pride he feels when you say “i’m taken,” rubbing lotion on your warm skin, being your personal weighted blanket who has a lot to say, running your hands through his hair, being one of the rare people who gets to see his hair down, him telling you just how much he loves you, him randomly tickling your feet, feeling just as happy and proud when you tell him good news, rock paper scissors with him except he almost always loses, him telling you random chemistry facts, and finally, him. just him and his hot self <33
update:
when he pats around the bed, searching for your body and keeping his hand on there
when he shows you pictures of candid pictures of yourself for you to see the person you are from his pov (“except even more beautiful”, he insists. “my eyes are better than this phone camera”)
when he offers to get you a second (third... fourth) plate of food
when he randomly pats you on the head out of love, and just to be lovingly annoying
when he sends you a full in email titled “Open Immediately” and ends the email with Love, Your Tetsu
when he wanders into the room, stand there, and then hug you
his “purring” when you give him arm, back, stomach, neck scratches
another update:
picking you up randomly just to show off his strength
exercising with him, both getting really tired but not wanting to lose against the other (he always gets overly excited about the showers afterwards)
when he feels like being the small spoon
when he tries on your bracelets, earrings, necklaces, makeup, and strolls around like a model
when he bats your hair like a cat
when he points out random, often embarrassing, things he notices about you. sometimes just to see you flustered
when he goes off to turn off the lights before bed and just stand by the light switch in the dark, making you feel uneasy. “uh... tetsu?” and then chuckling and climbing back into bed
him being a supportive boyfriend when you’re in pain and rambling on about how he wishes he can carry half of the weight for you.
him using his gentle voice
him playfully not letting you off the hook when you falsely inform him of the weather
him teasingly saying stuff like “oops, i forgot where i parked” in the middle of a giant parking lot
his face in the morning!! with prints of his pillow all over, groggy voice, tired eyes, and his very clingy self
him complimenting and adoring you unconditionally. when you don’t believe his compliments, he’ll act all offended.
him being a nerd and solving academic problems with you
- while listening to his playlist of your favorite song and his combined, he’ll drum his fingers/pat your back on beat with the song
- him nestling his head in between your boobs when laying down. (if you’re ticklish, his hair would most definitely tickle your neck/chin and he’ll be like ?)
- cooking with him in the kitchen and bumping into each other, both awkwardly trying move in the same direction at once and- *laughter*
- him telling you all of the work gossip/drama that he’s heard of, eager to hear your opinions on everything
- laying on his arm while you scroll through your phone
- him snickering at manhwa/manga rich, tall, handsome men, criticizing their mistakes but also learning from them at the same time. “he ran around for an hour searching for her??! why didn’t she take her phone with her in the first place?”
- when he finds out that work plans get cancelled and peeks out the door frame, grinning at the fact that he’ll be able to create new plans with you instead
- when he meows back at cats and the cats frown and meows back aggressively
- when he makes a random afternoon snack and lets you have a bite too
- the twinkle in his eyes when you move closer to him :’
starring oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji, sugawara koushi, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, semi eita warnings: fluff, alcohol, cigarette use, implied themes, mentions of food, i get carried away with descriptions, gender neutral reader notes: hey hi hello :) these are only my opinions/what i envision <3
. ˚ 𖧷 living with oikawa tooru means waking up to him rummaging through the drawers because he’s looking for his saturday socks (black ones with small green aliens plastered all over them) while humming a song he heard on the radio. and once he notices you’ve woken up, he smiles — those smiles that remind you of sunshine and pretty days, those that make you fall a little bit more in love with him. and he leaves his search and the drawer open to go with you and give you a kiss that tastes like chocolate bread.
living with him means sitting on your kitchen counter at two in the morning, eating all sorts of food that he’d bought at a little grocery shop a block down from your apartment. he’s wearing a white tank top and some blue shorts and his hair is held back by one of those thin black plastic headbands, a few stubborn hairs framing his forehead imperfectly. his cheeks are red and there’s a coat of sweat on his face (as on yours) because the ac is broken and even though the doors of your balcony are open, argentina’s summer wind isn’t helping too much. but it’s okay because you’re here with him — peeling off candy wrappers and scribbling i love you onto them so he can see how much you love him. and he’s scribbling cute little faces and kisses and hearts onto them so you can see how much he loves you.
. ˚ 𖧷 living with akaashi keiji means waking up some minutes before him because last night he’d worked a little too much and now he needs the extra rest. but once the sunlight hits his face a little too harshly and his eyes are opened, he’s throwing a small smile your way that is too beautiful, that makes your heart skip a few beats. and he grabs your hand and hums out a low good morning, eyes still closed and the ghost of the smile he’d given you minutes before still present.
living with him means sitting in bed at two in the morning, a cheap bottled beer in between your legs, a cigarette in between akaashi’s fingers, bread on a plate in the middle of the two of you. you’re both laughing at what someone screamed down on the street without a care in the world — head thrown back, music forgotten and cigarette burning out. and then you calm down and akaashi throws his cigarette away and you drink your cheap beer and he picks up the bread. and he breaks it in half unevenly and gives you the bigger piece because you’re his loved one. and he mumbles i love you and gives you a kiss that promises the three words he said are nothing but the truth — that they will always, always be the truth.
. ˚ 𖧷 living with sugawara koushi means waking up to him in the kitchen; no shirt, only his grey sweatpants and blue socks with little daises one of his students gave him, trying to quietly make some breakfast for you. and once he sees you up, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, he’s a little disappointed he won’t be able to have a little ‘breakfast in bed.’ but he gets over it quickly and wraps his arms around your torso, gives you a kiss that is broken up by smiles.
living with him means being up at two in the morning folding laundry out on your tiny balcony, drinking lemonade because the city is hot (and lively) tonight. music will be playing from a record player he bought some months ago inside and once everybody loves somebody by dean martin starts playing, the laundry is forgotten and koushi has you standing — his arms around your waist, yours around his neck. and he’ll whisper a not so innocent joke in your ear to make you laugh and he’ll kiss you and tell you he loves you.
. ˚ 𖧷 living with miya atsumu means waking up to him singing always forever by cults in the shower. and you lay in bed with a little smile on your face because even if his singing voice isn’t perfect, he’s probably in there with a big grin and a fake microphone having a blast. and once he comes out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel loosely hanging from his hips, he rushes towards you and greets you with a big ol’ good morning kiss.
living with him means baking frosted cookies at two in the morning, passing time by playing a board game and smoking a cigarette. and then it’s been a long, long time by harry james starts playing from the playlist he had picked out and he pulls you to dance with him. and he kisses you once, murmurs he loves you, kisses you twice and tells you he adores you, kisses you once more and tells you that you’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to him.
. ˚ 𖧷 living with sakusa kiyoomi means waking up to him still cuddled up in a blanket, watching a documentary about whales. and at first he doesn’t realize you’re already up, but once he does he throws a glance your way and slides his hand to hold yours, leans over and plants a little kiss to your forehead, murmurs a good morning and the first i love you of the day.
living with him means feeding the stray cats that stop in front of your apartment building at two in the morning with giddy smiles plastered on your faces. and you take a lot of pictures, of course. of sakusa pouring some water for the cats, of him petting the top of their head with a fond smile on his lips, of him simply looking stunning under the street lamp. and once you go back inside to your apartment, he tells you with a little blush on his cheeks: why don’t we adopt a cat? and you burst into a smile and tell him that you should because it’ll be fun. expensive, but fun nonetheless. and he tells you he loves you and plants a kiss to your lips.
. ˚ 𖧷 living with semi eita means waking up to him taking pictures of you because you look so adorable and he couldn’t help himself. and once you see the pictures are you with drool spilling from your mouth, he gives your nose a little kiss and reassures you that you look absolutely stunning; messy hair and all.
living with him means smoking a cigarette out on your balcony at two in the morning. semi eita is trying to write a song, cigarette dangling from his lips and fingers strumming his guitar. but his concentration breaks once you start hysterically laughing at a meme on your phone and you show him and he starts laughing like a maniac, too. and once everything calms down he tells you that he’s thankful to have you in his life, that he loves you with everything he’s got.
that time you fell (for him) ; royalguard!osamu x princess!reader
synopsis: your personal guard catches you trying to sneak out of the palace at night.
genre/warnings: fluff, lady and knight trope, not really a medieval au but something along those lines, characters are (young) adults, the early beginnings of e2l??
w/c: 1.6k
a/n: inspired by this artwork by @flycloudddd (i hope u don't mind the tag, lemme know if you do)!! knight!osamu really came to me at 3am three nights ago and asked for a fic.
“i wouldn’t do that if i were you.”
you whirl around searching for the source of the voice, careful not to lose your footing. you know whose it is, but it isn’t until you scan the garden below that you find him staring up at you with an unimpressed scowl.
miya osamu, your personal guard. ever since he was assigned to you, he’s proven to be quite competent so it isn’t surprising that he found you — he’s incredibly attentive, astute, stealthy and skilled, making him one of the top candidates recruited to protect you and your family.
he’s also proven to be more sensible than you, and annoyingly so, somehow always being right in situations like these; and he never fails to let you know.
you’re not afraid of heights; but for someone who’s afraid of falling, this isn’t your brightest idea. you would never admit it though, especially not to him.
“you cannot tell me what to do, miya-san,” you huff, narrowing your eyes at him.
he sighs loudly at your petulance, leaning against the trunk of the old oak tree you used to climb when you were younger, long before the etiquette lessons, international relations courses, charity work, meetings with other diplomats and the never-ending parade of lackluster suitors.
“it’s a long way down, princess.”
“do you think i am unaware of that?” you hiss between gritted teeth, your anxiety fueling your irritation. “return to your quarters and don’t you dare tell a soul.”
“you know, there are easier ways to sneak out.”
you scoff. “might i remind you that i have lived here all my life? don’t you think i would know all the secret passageways by now?”
“you’re the one out here trying to scale the wall, so clearly you don’t —“
“there isn’t another way,” you insist with a glare, shuffling your feet along the edge of your balcony towards the pipe you’ll have to slide down, and closer to where he’s standing on the lawn below you. “just leave me be.”
you hear his incredulous chuckle as you reach for the pipe, barely able to reach it by your fingertips. “well, someone’s gonna have to save your ass when you —“
“silence!” you sneer, “i assure you, i will most definitely not —“
you lose your foothold at the moment you pivot to unleash your fury at him, yelping as gravity yanks you towards the ground, but you stop part way, the hand that was holding the balcony railing miraculously managing to grab the bottom of a post on the way down.
oh gods. you tense at the feeling of your lower body dangling in the air. this was not how things were supposed to go.
“princess?” his voice is low, but you swear there’s a hint of humour, a choked back laugh. with a glance, you find him standing underneath you, his arms outstretched.
you shudder, tearing your eyes away from the ground. “don’t you dare tease me right now.”
“does it look like i’m laughing?” he challenges. “you know if anything happens to you, i’m dead, right?”
you let out a slow, annoyed breath, and reach with your free arm, grabbing hold of another post. the metal bites into your hands but you have to hold on tight, just for a little while longer until you have enough strength to pull yourself up...
“princess,” he calls again, “you should let go.”
“what?!” you hiss.
“let go,” he repeats slowly, “i’ll catch you.”
“miya-san, that is the stupidest idea —“
“well, who’s the one hanging from their balcony?”
you’d roll your eyes if the beginnings of panic weren’t already setting in, dampening your already clammy hands.
“can you —” you wince at the edges of the posts digging into your palms as you readjust your grip — “can’t you just lift me up!?”
“how tall do you think i am?” he almost laughs.
“miya!”
“princess,” he urges, “just let go.”
“i can’t!”
“what do you mean?”
“i-i’m...” you whimper when you catch another glimpse of how far the drop is, instantly regretting it. “i’m scared, you dimwit!”
you wait for a bark of laughter, a snort, a rude response of some sort, but he only peers up at you. half of you marvels at how remarkably calm he is despite his job being on the line, while the other half withers from embarrassment.
“there's nothing to be scared of. just breathe and keep calm.”
“i… i can’t,” you whine between pants of breath, "i don't want to fall!" you squeeze your eyes shut. he might be saying something but you can't hear anything over the thumping of your pulse. your palms are much sweatier and your grip is weakening and your hands and arms hurt so, so much and you can feel one of your shoes slipping off —
this was such a bad idea.
“my lady.”
his unexpectedly gentle voice coaxes your eyes open and you take another look below, meeting his grey eyes.
“trust me.”
he’s been the bane of your existence since he was first tasked to be your personal guard several months ago. he’s good at his job, almost too good — never letting you out of his sight, protecting you at all costs, catching you before you fall in the way of danger.
he’s also never been afraid of you, telling you when you’re out of line, stopping you from doing stupid things, laughing when you don’t listen to him and learn the hard way that he was right.
no other guard has ever been as audacious as miya osamu — his constant, looming, smirking presence annoys you to no end.
but despite it all, you’ve never felt safer around anyone else.
“fine,” you breathe shakily, “i'll let go.”
“good. ready whenever you are.”
“are you sure?”
“yes.”
“because if i let go and you don’t catch me, i swear to the gods, miya osamu, i will —”
his soft laugh makes you forget your threat. “i’ll catch you.”
you imagine the rush of air past your body as you drop like a stone and have to bite back another whimper.
"princess?"
"will you catch me?"
"yes."
you make a mental note to have him swear on his life later to never mention this moment of weakness ever again. "do you promise?"
he nods, "i promise."
you exhale. “alright. on my count.”
“on your count.”
you gulp. after another breath, you count to three.
and fall.
true to his word, he catches you in his arms, though not without stumbling backwards, falling to the ground with you on top of him with a grunt.
“oh my goodness!” you roll off of him, relieved to see he’s conscious though a little dazed. you press your hands to his cheeks, his shoulders, his chest, not sure how to assess him for injuries. “i’m so sorry! are you hurt?”
he groans. “i’m fine. are you alright?”
you nod and grimace when he winces, taking his hand and supporting his back as he sits up. “we should take you to the nurse.”
“i wouldn’t do that if i were you,” he warns, a glimmer of mirth in his eyes and you recall what led you to this moment in the first place.
“right.” a warmth fills your cheeks as a different panic arises. “you won’t tell my parents, will you?”
you feel a gentle squeeze around your hand and it’s only then that you realize you’re still holding onto him. his grip loosens when you tug your hand back shyly.
“neither of us are hurt," he replies after a pause, "so i don’t think anyone needs to know as long as you return to your bedchamber.”
you deflate, puffing your cheeks out indignantly. “fine.”
he laughs, cocking his head to the side, “where were you going anyway?”
a beat passes while you decide whether to tell him the truth. “the meadow.”
his brows shoot up. “at this hour?”
“i wanted to see the fireflies,” you mutter after hesitating again, slightly embarrassed at how juvenile you sound.
but his smile is nothing but earnest.
he stands up with a grunt, swinging and flexing his limbs to test them, before he offers you his hand with a bow. “my lady.”
my lady. it’s how everyone else addresses you. how those icky suitors from lands afar greet you. it’s how noble royal guard miya osamu formally addresses you as well, but tonight, it sounds different. feels different.
you give him your hand, looking up at him through your lashes. “miya-san.”
he helps you to your feet. “let’s go see the fireflies.”
your eyes widen. “really!?”
he shushes you with a grin. “you could’ve just asked me to take you," he lilts. “you can go wherever you’d like as long as you have your guard.”
you were already well aware of this rule. “do you think it’s childish?”
“it's not," he replies, "and even if it is, i think it’s charming that the princess is captivated by such childish things.”
you cast your gaze downwards, suddenly feeling bashful, when you realize that your hand is still in his again.
he doesn’t seem to mind, and you’re finding that you don’t either.
“so, shall we, my lady?”
his expression is one of amusement and mischief, twinkling eyes and a lopsided smile, like he knows something you don’t, or sees something you don’t. it’s one you’ve seen before, one you’ve really wanted to wipe off his face.
but maybe it’s because you know what he knows, that it doesn’t annoy you tonight.
or maybe it’s because, under the moonlight, you're realizing it’s quite nice to look at.
i don’t normally do this but it’s come to my attention that i’m now in dire need of help and it has failed me anywhere else, and tonight, it has reached another scary conclusion.
all i ask is that you lend me an ear, just for one moment. i won’t take up much of your time.
hi, i go by the nickname ghostie, and i am 19. i live in an abusive household with my mother. my father does not live with us, and nor do i want him to as my relationship with him is strained at best due to his past gaslighting, emotional abuse, and neglect. i do not talk to my father unless it is needed and even then, it always ends with me in tears and another piece of trauma, so i try to stay away. i have tried to search and find a home for myself where i could, but the system has failed me when i needed it most, and my mother has prevented me, throughout my life, from doing things that might’ve gotten me out sooner.
if any of you have genuinely enjoyed my works and are willing, or are able, i do have a ko-fi, and a paypal and for any amount of you donate, since i am half a writing and half a music blog, i can try to write something for you or make you a playlist in return, and we can work out the details here through private messages. please understand, might take a while as i am currently walking on eggshells shells so i do not have harm come to me or any of the items i need in my daily life.
it’s not by any means an obligation for you to donate, it’s only if you can and are willing, but every amount helps, any amount brings me closer to escaping and finding a place where i do not have to sleep with my pocket knife under my pillow for my protection, my taser hidden in my shoes as a last option, or recite self defense practices in my head with every step in my own home.
if you cannot donate, all i ask is that you reblog or share however you can, as that will get this seen and i can possibly, hopefully, see a light at the end of my tunnel.
thank you for reading, for your time, and your kindness.
some things that have happened since you stopped hearing about p/alestine after the “ceasefire” was declared
1,000+ palestinians were arrested in a mass-arrest campaign designed to, and i quote, “instill fear” - including children
al-aqsa mosque and worshippers were attacked and beaten
literal children, not even teens, children, were arrested and tried in a military court (this is not new, thousands of children have faced this terrorization over the years. Isr@el is the only country in the world that tries children in military courts. 500-700 children are prosecuted each year.)
a soldier deliberately ran over a child on a bike for having a pales/tinian flag on his bike. an adult man ran over a child with his car. on purpose. the child is 12. read that again.
sheikh jarrah was blockaded, illegally
whatsapp blocked the accounts of over 100 pal/estinian journalists
silwan, another pal/estinian neighborhood like sheikh j/arrah, is being violently ethnically cleansed to make way for more settlers
Isr@el has forced social media sites to censor the hashtags “free pal/estine” and “save sheikh ja/rrah” many posts and accounts have been deleted
25 pales/tinians have been murdered by the ID/F and settlers
in Jaffa, 300 arab families are under force expulsion orders to make way for more settlers. 300 families.
suicide rates in g/aza have risen to an all-time high due to PTSD and hopelessness
Pales/tinians in G/aza still do not have access to safe drinking water, electricity, medical care, and nutrition. families are still being displaced from their homes by settler colonialism. There is still an inability to mobilize freely, pursue a career, seek an education, or gain access to decent healthcare or mental health resources. The occupation, genocide, and ethnic cleansing continues whether you see on your feed or not.
When you fall asleep on FaceTime with the hq boys (iwaizumi, Bokuto, Ushijima, Suna, Atsumu)
masterlist
Iwaizumi: “babe, what movie are we going to watch next since ponyo is about to finish?” iwaizumi asked you, but didn’t get any response “babe did you hear m- oh, you’re asleep.”
Iwa looked at the camera and smiled fondly, in the least creepiest way he thought you looked beautiful sleeping, angelic. He took a screenshot of the candid moment and ended the call saying “sleep well babe, goodnight.”
Bokuto: it was around 4 am when you were having your FaceTime call, and Bokuto was rambling on about Disney conspiracy theories, which you usually loved to hear. But due to the late well early time of the call, you ended up falling asleep.
However, bokuto didn’t actually notice until you woke at 9 am and said “Bo, you’re still awake?” to which he replied “of course I was just about to talk about how moana was dead all along...”
“Bo go to sleep, love you” you said ending the call and going back to sleep.
Ushijima: He never really liked the concept of FaceTime as he always said “we could just see each other in person,” but on the days when it’s raining or you didn’t have to time to see each other in the day you FaceTimed.
“Y/N today Tendou decided to make us all some chocolate it was very nice, I asked him to make you some for you to try” when you didn’t respond Ushijima thought you were ignoring him or didn’t hear him, until he heard so soft snores which made him realise that you were sleeping. He didn’t really know what the ‘protocol’ was for when someone falls asleep on FaceTime, so he stays on the call until he falls asleep.
Suna: you and Suna FaceTime ALOT, so he isn’t foreign to when you fall asleep, doesn’t mean that he’s nice about it. Suna definitely likes to catch “slips” of you wether when you’re together at school or on a date, he always has his phone out ready to catch a photo of you doing something embarrassing.
He has many videos of you snoring and drooling on FaceTime, he’s even called added Atsumu and Osamu to the call so they can all enjoy your sleeping state. But tonight, after you and Suna watched an episode of rpdr he looks at your face on the camera and thinks ‘god she’s goregous, even when she’s sleeping’ and this time he doesn’t take any videos or pictures or add his friends to see you. He just lets you sleep whispering a soft ‘goodnight,’ ending the call.
Atsumu: when you and Atsumu FaceTimed, it was always late at night as Atsumu claims ‘thats just the best hours for FaceTiming,’ however to prove him wrong you decided to pretend to fall asleep, to see what he would do and to disprove that FaceTiming late at night was better.
“Y/N, today in practice Aran and Suna were telling me that when girls get there periods their skin peels off is that true?” You didn’t respond, as you were trying to pretend that you were asleep. Atsumu looked at your ‘sleeping’ figure then said “PSST PSSST, Samu Samu!” trying to whisper.
“What do u want Tsumu?”
“What do you do when someone falls asleep on FaceTime?”
“Ha did Y/N finally get bored of you and you made her fall asleep.” Samu said laughing
This then triggered an argument between the twins, and you couldn’t withhold your laughter so you broke your ‘sleeping’ state alerting Tsumu who said “Y/N you’re awake great!”
“Yeah Tsumu, this is why we shouldn’t face time late at night since it makes me tir-“
“Anyways back to what I was saying, does your skin peel off when you’re on your period?” He asks interrupting you, you roll your eyes and indulge in his conversations until you both naturally fall asleep.
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