the miya household is always the go-to household for all kinds of celebrations alike. you name it: birthdays, anniversaries, friday night dinners – check, check, check.
atsumu has always grown up in a home where his mom would host the parties for all her grown-up friends, and he’d always be the type of teenager to hide away in his room until the last of the guests finally leave.
it was a silly thing to do looking back on it now, but that was the old miya household.
in the new miya household (population: you and your husband), the two of you can’t just hide away in your broom closet until the last of the guests leave — it is your apartment after all.
at first, it was the big things: msby jackal’s celebration of their first tournament win (where hinata broke a window because he claims bokuto pushed him into it) or akaashi’s job promotion party (where the champagne bottle was so unfortunately aimed that when the corkscrew came flying, it hit the other non-broken window).
two broken windows later, it eventually died down to the little things: small get-togethers, a friend too intoxicated to drive needing a place to stay, or one of your favorites: friday night dinners.
“we’re home!”
there’s the sound of shuffling keys and shoes being taken off at the doorway, rustling of brown paper bags and footsteps.
you pop your head out from the kitchen and it isn’t a surprise at all to you when you see all four of your best friends (one being your husband) standing by your door way, all adorned with cheeky smiles and chinese takeout.
you call to them, “coats here, everybody!”
hinata goes over to you first, still as sweet as ever, and gives you a tight embrace (the same one he gives you every friday night), and you take his coat with a light smile on your face.
bokuto gives you his coat next, paired with an embrace of his own, your smile widens as you immediately recognize the coat you bought him for christmas last year, well and taken care of.
sakusa isn’t wearing a coat or a jacket tonight but still, he approaches you next to the coat stand anyway, and he embraces you just for seeing you again tonight, saying “thank you for having us”.
when you married atsumu, you didn’t realize you weren’t only marrying into his family, but his friends as well.
“you guys just missed samu, he dropped by for a weekly restock.” you tell them, pointing to the plastic bag on the table filled to the brim with the onigiri you’ve learned to love so much.
shoyo plops down on his usual spot on the sofa, “man, i wish onigiri miya personally delivered to my house too.”
“not to mention free of charge.” you add – proud.
he sinks deeper into his seat, “that’s just not fair.”
you seat farthest from tv, on the edge of the table and by the armrest, a seat empty next to yours as you wait for your husband.
“sorry sho,” you shrug, not sorry at all, smug smile on your face and you say, “it’s simply the perks of having the owner of onigiri miya as your brother.”
“that is such a lie.” atsumu rolls his eyes, and he takes his assigned seat next to you, hand immediately finding yours once he gets close enough. “i am also his brother — twin, even! — and i do not get half as much the perks you get.”
“well.” sakusa sits across from you, “i can understand that.”
and bokuto, in between sakusa and hinata, nods, “yep.”
“i can’t believe i’m getting bullied in my own damn home.” atsumu grumbles, and he stabs his broccoli on his plate with a fork.
you tease him, “you can’t?”
the rest of the evening feels warm. the windows are open to let in the fresh air of the streets of japan, the hustling and bustling of the bypassers outside your apartment building easily drowned out by the warm conversation shared in the warm flat.
( “no more hoisin sauce?” bokuto asks, digging around the stack of empty paperbags, fork in his mouth as he talks.
sakusa replies, barely looking up from the movie on the tv set, “sorry, finished it.”
and bokuto says, casually, “i’ll bring some over tomorrow. you guys need a restock anyway.” )
the five of you, sat down on the living room in front of the television, sharing mindlessly stories about your day, laughter and insults and compliments shared as food is passed around.
atsumu takes the red peppers from your dish as you laugh at something hinata says, he remembers - always - red peppers make you sneeze, so it goes unsaid that he takes them.
he does this so often that sometimes he doesn’t even realize it. he does this so often that he’s probably done it over a hundred times by now — like it’s part of him, like a habit.
you take some of your chow mein and place it on his plate, he doesn’t ask you for any, but you give him some anyway. you don’t even look at him as you do so, like it’s completely second nature for your hand to give him some of his favorite noodles and you don’t even have to think about it — like it’s part of you, like a habit.
“so, what time’s the game tomorrow?” you ask, and suddenly he’s out of his thoughts and back on the living room couch.
hinata looks to you, excited, “are you coming? it’s been so long since you last came to watch us.”
“well, depends on the time,” you tell them, “i’ve got a study group tomorrow in the morning.”
“study group?”
“i know right,” your shoulders fall, “our gen chem professor had us divided into study groups so we could easily catch up on her lessons.”
atsumu shrugs, “so? ditch ‘em.”
“i wish.” you sigh, “they’re the kind of people i just know wouldn’t have let me sit with them at the lunch table in high school.”
“oh, i know those people.” shoyo shakes his head, “had those people everywhere i went in junior high.”
you look at atsumu, “but you probably could have sat with them, you’ve got an aura like that — like you could be cool — but you’re not.”
that makes him roll his eyes, “who’s not cool? i am the coolest one in this table — and for yer information, i wouldn’t sit at any table ya weren’t welcome at.”
(sakusa nods at you, and bokuto says, “same here!” and hinata says, “me too!”)
“matter of fact,” you husband, offended at your doubt for him, continues, “i would flip that goddamn table.”
(and sakusa nods again, and bokuto says, “yup!” and hinata says, “definitely!)
your face feels warm, and you feel stupid for even bringing it up.
“you guys are silly.” you’re not as loud as earlier, but still, you say, “thanks.” and you bite back a smile.
“so…” shoyo grins at you, “ditch ‘em?”
“ditch ‘em!” bokuto repeats.
and for a second all of you look at sakusa, his turn to speak apparently, and he sighs, defeated, shoulders falling and he relents, and says, “fine. ditch ‘em.”
the three other guys cheer loudly and you roll your eyes.
“well, that makes four of us.” atsumu tells you, proud, “you’re outnumbered, honey.”
“fine.” you’re defeated, “i’ll ditch ‘em and come watch you guys play.” and the table erupts in cheers again, and you feel your heart become so full.
atsumu kisses your cheek and you swat him away.
“i’ll text natsu that you’re coming, she’s been pestering me over and over again when you’ll come next,” shoyo tells you, bright smile on his face.
bokuto nods, “i gotta tell akaashi too, maybe we can get everyone there like a reunion or something!”
and this makes you laugh, because, “you guys are acting like i haven’t come to watch you guys play in forever.”
and sakusa tells you, “it has been forever.”
“well, i guess a reunion or something would be kinda nice? we can have everyone come back here, bring out a few drinks.” you think out loud, relenting to the pleas of your oldest friends, and you can’t hold back a smile even if you wanted to.
“if anyone breaks a goddamn window in my home, everyone is getting charged the repair bill.”
the night ends quicker than you want it to, suddenly it’s 10 pm and the warm night starts to get colder.
“thank you for dinner, miyas.” bokuto tells you, grinning ear to ear as you walk him to the doorway, a barrage of shoes laid out on the floor, reminding you what a full house you have tonight.
you hand him his coat and his hat, and he embraces you tightly, one that you will never not return.
hinata comes up to you next, “thank you for dinner and please please please come tomorrow.”
“yes sho, i will be there.” you tell him lightly, and he embraces you as well (the same one he gives you every friday night).
the last to come up to you is sakusa, his hands already in his pockets, eyes tired and all. he doesn’t have a coat or a jacket, but he comes up to you anyway.
“thank you for having us.” he tells you, like he always does, and he gives you a short kiss on your right temple, like he always does, “it’s good to see you.”
you pat his arm, “you say that every friday night, omi.”
“what? no kiss for me?” atsumu calls from the side, arms crossed over his chest.
and sakusa replies, eyes narrowing, “never.”
(they have this conversation every single friday night.)
and just like that, all three of your guests for the night have left, leaving behind only two pairs of shoes left by the doorway — yours and your husband’s.
atsumu makes his way to you, his arms finding your waist immediately as he pulls you into his embrace, hugging you like it’s all he’s ever done correctly.
the apartment is quiet now with just you and him, and he loves this as much as he loves you.
“finally,” he tells you, smiling wantonly, “just us two.”
you smile back at him, “we have so many kids.”
and he nods, “even more tomorrow.”
your apartment, your home, it isn’t anything impressive, really. it’s not big or expensive or fancy, but for some reason, it’s always been the go-to place for everyone to have drinks at, for dinners to be shared, for windows to be broken.
“you really okay with that? the reunion thing here?” your husband asks you, his tone gentle, “its okay if you’re not, we can just cancel on ‘em. have the night to ourselves.”
you raise a brow, teasing, “and do what exactly?”
atsumu gives you a knowing grin, “i’ve got a list in mind.”
you laugh, “i bet you do.”
he comes closer to your face, “i can cross one off on it right now.”
and he kisses you then, the same way he does every single day of his life, the same way he plans to for a million years more.
you feel his smile melting into his kisses.
then he pulls away, smiling at you, voice gentle, cheeks pink, and heart full, “thank you for dinner, miya.”
you laugh again, and with the same amount of gentleness, you say back, “thank you for dinner, miya.”
atsumu knows you could never be unloved by him — you are too tangled in his mind, in his soul that you might as well take his heart entirely — it’s already full of you anyway, it has been since the day he’s met you.
“and no, we are not cancelling on them.” you tell him, pulling away, “i miss our friends and i know you do too.”
he tells you, “fine.” and he pulls you back in, nose close to yours, wide grin on his face as he takes you.
he wants to kiss you again, but to be fair, he wants to do that all of the time.
you give him a smile, “i’ll let you cross another thing off that list of yours if you do the dishes.”
and he groans, “you know omi already did them.”
“man, we have got to get lazier friends.”
“well, we can always call that study group of yours.”
(the two of you say friends, but it feels a whole lot more like family.)
together you and atsumu create a home filled with flowers, kindness, cozy pillows, and loud music. in your halls there is rest, good sex, good sleep, books, and dancing. there is space to be you, there is space to be him, there is space to be be the two of you, and there is love, there is love, there is love.
haikyuu characters as things that have happened at my work (a gym) part 1
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any (y/n)s is actually what happened to me, anyone who is a character is someone else from my gym.
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Kuroo; Damn... He's big... Big boy... -is watching an old man workout and then turns to (y/n) wiggling his eyebrows-
(Y/N); ugh shut up!!!!
Bokuto, (y/n) crush; -walks in and says hi JUST AS (Y/N) SAYS SHUT UP- Hi-Oh! Bye... -pouts-
(Y/N) completely red and kuroo pissing himself laughing
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Osamu; -signs himself and Atsumu out on the gym sign out sheet but does an arrow down instead of writing the sign out time twice on their names-
Atsumu; -looks at the sheet- you didn't sign me out you tosser- o-oh you have... -turns his voice into a Scottish accent- I see what you did there -awkwardly looks at (y/n) and waves-
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(Y/N); andddd here's your membership card Suna -gently places the card on the side so Suna can pick it up-
Atsumu; -slams his hand down on the card, grabs it aggressively- MON YER!!!!! -slaps the card onto suna's face-
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(Y/N); -hoovering the gym, trying to keep the place tidy.-
Oikawa; -tries to get (y/n) with the circle game by doing the 👌 on his knee so when (y/n) looks at it, he's allowed to punch her lightly-
(Y/N); -nearly looks down but because oikawa does it so often, she stops herself from looking- NO FUCK OFF!!
Oikawa; -laughs and then turns the switch off on the hoover plug side, grinning mischievously-
Iwaizumi; -takes the entire fucking plug to the hoover out of the power and whistles like he's done nothing-
(Y/N); THATS IT, IM QUITTING. I DONT GET PAID ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH YOUR TEASING
All; -laughs-
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Super bass by Nicki Minaj starts playing
Bokuto; -starts dancing with weights in his hands-
(Y/N); -starts bopping from the other side of the gym-
Hinata; -jumping up and down- BOY YOU GOT MY HEARTBEAT RUNNING AWAY
BREAKING NEWS; PRO HERO ERASERHEAD WAS TRAGICALLY KILLED. VILLAIN HAS BEEN CAPTURED AND TAKEN INTO POLICE CUSTODY.
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'i picked up your shirts this morning. i don't know why, i don't know why.'
(Y/N) swallowed thickly as she picked up clothes of the floor- his clothes. The ones that he took off when he came to cuddle with her the day before his nightly patrol. Quietly, she sniffled and grabbed the glass of water on the side, picking it up. She took it to the kitchen pouring the water in the sink and leaving the glass on the side.
It was a few days ago when her life changed, a few days ago when her love never messaged her back when she realised he was out later than normal.
It took a few days for her to get out of bed whe she found out the news, but Hizashi said that he was coming around. she didn't want to look weak, helpless and a wreck to Shota's best friend.
Sighing, she looked outside. Newspapers were scattered on her lawn from the days she's been absent of doing any chores.
Gently opening the door, (Y/N) stepped outside and grabbed the papers, throwing them in the recycling bin. She knew if she read the papers, her heart would break all over again.
Mr Reynolds, the neighbour, peeked his head outside of the door and smiled, waving in a friendly manner to (y/n).
'mr reynolds said to say hello. i started to cry, i started to cry.'
(Y/N) teared up, before nodding and running inside, locking the door behind her. Her tears grew fat and slipped out of her eyes. Before long, she was sliding down her front door, holding her face in her hands and sobbing.
Mr Reynolds was a lovely man who had dementia. Carers came in to help him often, but he was stubborn about moving into a retirement home. He had no children, and so (Y/N) and Shota spoke many times and they decided to help him out and get carers in for him, they fought against the government making him go into a retirement home and eventually the government got sick of them and let it go.
Because of this, she couldn't bare to tell him Shota had died..
Sighing, (Y/N) wiped her eyes and stood up, looking at herself in the mirror. She was a mess. Shaking her head, she walked towards the living room, looking towards their seats. Her heart broke with each memory..
'every place we ever walked and every way we turned. i miss you'
(Y/N) picked up a photo. It was them together on their fifth anniversary. It was such a special time, they had visited Vietnam for two weeks to celebrate.
'you never leave my mind, so much of you is left behind.'
Looking up, (Y/N) saw a scarf hanging on the back of the door. It was a beautiful hand knitted red scarf that they had bought from Vietnam.
She smiled sadly and took hold of it, wrapping it around her and breathing deeply into it. Tears welled in her eyes again. It smelled like him.
'you took my days with you. took my nights with you.'
There was a knock on the door and (Y/N) cleared her throat. She wiped her tears and straightened her outfit. Walking to the door, she took a deep breath before opening it. "Hizashi, hi." she croaked out lightly.
Hizashi gave her a sad smile and gently took her into his arms, cuddling her lightly, " (Y/N)... Hello. I wanted to see how you're holding up."
As soon as she was in the comfort of her husband's best friend's arms, tears started falling from her eyes. The three of them always spent so much time together, along with Nemuri. They were special to her, all of them. Now, two of their group was gone, and it was just Hizashi and her left.
They needed to rely on each other and support each other. Now, more than ever.
'those unfinished conversations we used to have still speak to me. and i write you letters every day that i'll never send and you'll never see.'
Hizashi gently loosened his hold on (Y/N) and guided her inside, closing the door behind them. He led her to the couch and sat next to her, looking around the house. Nothing had changed since the last time he visited. All of Shota's things were in the same place, and dust gathered on every surface.
He lightly rubbed her arms, "(Y/N)... You know Shota wouldn't want you to be stuck in the house like this. He would want you to celebrate his life and live for him.." he whispered lightly.
(Y/N) looked at hizashi and sighed lightly, nodding. "I know... I just wish he was here..."
Hizashi nodded and looked down sadly, "me too, (Y/). Me too."
'all this wishful thinking gets me nowhere, i can't stay'
'though my heart is broken, it keeps breaking every day.'
(Y/N) Wiped her eyes and looked at hizashi, "you were his best friend. He loved you so much zashi. Thank you for always being a good friend to my husband." She mumbled and leaned into hizashi. The comfort hizashi brought to (Y/N) made her feel at ease. He was truly a good friend to them both. He always had been a good man.
Hizashi smiled lightly, "your husband and you have always saved my life, in more ways than you know. I would have given everything just to know he was alive again. He was my soul brother, a piece of my heart. And, because of this, I will always protect and care for you for him." He whispered and teared up slightly, a lump forming in his throat.
"Y'know, Shota and I always discussed our future... We had so many plans and dreams... Our biggest dream, though, was to have a family, children, a dog, everything." She started, and then laughed lightly, tears sliding down her cheeks, "we always agreed our first son, we would name Hizashi. After you."
Hizashi's heart skipped a beat and he felt the lump grow more.
'you took my hopes with you. took my dreams with you.'
"I never knew..." Hizashi whispered and then swallowed the thick lump. "I wish you both could have had those dreams. I wish I could have been an uncle Zashi to your kids. I wish Nemuri and Shota were still... Alive..."
"Me too..."
'i keep thinking that you'll be calling, everyone says it's all in my head and i can't accept it yet.'
'i'm not ready to just give in, i know that i can't live in this pain with these feelings of regret.'
"In all my dreams, is see us all together. I see a happy family, with a future that's full of peace and calmness. I see a family, all of us... But then... I wake up..." (Y/N) spoke softly.
"We will get through this pain together, (Y/N).... The pain will never go away, but it will get easier to manage. We will find a way to live and thrive again..."
'i can't comprehend this and pretend that i don't care.'
'any place i want to be, i want to see you there.'
(Y/N) closed her eyes tightly and sobbed gently. "Thank you, Zashi." She gripped the scarf, that still smelt of him, sat in his chair, with all the memories of him surrounding her in the house and she breathed in deeply.
'you took my life with you. took my world with you.'
A/N: Recently I have been on and off with mental health, struggling working five days a week and studying five days a week. It’s been hard but with summer coming up, it has been more bearable. I no longer feel cooped up inside my room, I feel as if I can actually go out and do things.
Basically this is going to be a small comfort piece for me dealing with mental health struggles. I hope it helps you as much as it helped me. The words tumbled out of me and, after not writing for months, I finally feel satisfied to post again.
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‘When it comes,
the landscape listens,
shadows hold their breath.
When it goes,
‘tis like the distance
on the look of death.’
-There’s a certain slant of light by Emily Dickinson
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Depression.
But it’s so much more than a ten letter word.
It is a shadow that suddenly sneaks up on you unannounced, dragging you back into the dark pits of your own mind. No matter how much you claw and kick, it does not let up. It’s grasp on you does not waver, it does not loosen. Instead, it hugs you tightly in the dark and tells you that this is where you belong- a true master of deception.
(Y/N) hadn’t showered in days, she couldn’t. She could not bring herself to move from her bed. It felt like a chore to do anything. Her body felt heavy and her mind throbbed. Clothes that belonged to her lover, Caius, clung to her body, weighing her down, telling her to just rest a little longer, everything would get better if she just gave up.
Having noticed his darling’s change in mood, Caius was gentler around her. It had been a long time since he was human, a lot time since he felt truly tired, but he knew that her resting was not a physical tiredness. Oh how he wished he could take away any thoughts of self-doubt and hatred, if he could kiss it all away and fill her pretty little head with love for herself.
Opening the door quietly, Caius walked into their shared chambers, looking over at (Y/N) with soft eyes that was reserved only for her. She had hidden her face with a blanket, not allowing him to see how terrible she felt.
‘My love,’ he whispered lightly, sitting himself on the bed next to her, ‘talk to me.’
A small sniffed followed by a slight tremble left his lover’s lips, and he frowned slightly.
‘Oh my darling...’ He muttered and moved the blanket from (Y/N)’s face, lightly kissing her nose.
Her eyes were glazed over, looking as if she was going to cry. Her warm cheeks were slightly rosy, probably the aftermath of letting a few tears fall. Caius’ heart swelled with adoration for her. She was perfect in his eyes, he wanted no other than her and only her.
Clearing her throat slightly, (Y/N) sniffled again, before speaking softly, ‘Caius, my love... Sorry you have to see me like this. I wish this wasn’t me... I wish I wasn’t me...’ She admitted lightly and sighed as she felt a few tears roll down her cheeks.
Sweetly, one of Caius’ hand cupped (Y/N)’s cheek as his thumb stroked away the tears, ‘my darling, you are perfect. Everything about you makes me melt. You are my Sun, my Moon, my day, my night, my dark, my light, my love. You are everything and more.’
(Y/N)’s breath hitched at his words and she began to cry softly, fat tears cascading down her cheeks and onto the sheets below. She lightly leaned into his stone cold touch. ‘Caius I want to live, trust me I really do, I just don’t know how to do it anymore. I’m afraid. I’m terrified that one day, you’ll see me the way I see me- broken, a fraud, impossible to love. I’m terrified that I won’t measure up to the image people have in their heads of me. I’m terrified of disappointing those I care about. I’m terrified that I’ll stay broken and you’ll find someone better. I’m afraid to be alone. I just don’t want to exist anymore if this is how I’m going to feel for the rest of my life. I am in pieces, little shards of broken glass. I have always been broken.’
Caius’ lips parted in slight shock. He never would have guessed his baby felt this way. ‘Oh my sweet one, my darling...’ He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. ‘You are and always will be the one I love. Nothing you do would ever change my feelings for you. Darling, you’re still breathing, aren’t you? You’ve made it this far by yourself, and now you have me, my brothers, the elite guards, and everyone else to rely on. You are not broken. You are not a fraud. You, sweet little you, are my darling. You are perfect in every way. Every curve, every edge, every flaw, every scar, every imperfection. You are perfect in my eyes. I love you. I adore you, my sweet one.’ He whispered against her lips and slowly wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead lovingly.
(Y/N) sobbed lightly and buried her face into his neck, holding onto him tightly. ‘My love, my dear Caius, I love you so much. Thank you.’ She whispered lightly.
Letting out a soft chuckle, Caius kissed her forehead, then nose, and then lips before speaking, ‘I will always pick up your pieces until my hands bleed and I can no longer feel my fingertips.’
A/N: Hi guys! So one major thing is that this is more yandere than I intended, but this is how it ended up. Hope you still like it. No one dies even if the name indicates it.
-S
+not proof read, 2300ish words
Pronouns: they/them, but reader is in a night gown
This wasn’t the end I wanted but it was going to be the one for me. My tears were drying on my face.
“Brother it is nothing to worry about. These streets are covered in blood anyway,” It was a mans voice but the words blurred at the edges. Was I losing my hearing now? Is death so close to me?
“I just want to know if there is someone needing help. Some of us still have some humanity left, brother,” It must have been a different man, he had a lower tone to him. I could feel my heart beat slowing with every breath. But even breathing hurt, like everything else.
“Brother, you must hear it too. The slowing heart beat,” The words were now mostly just mumbling. How did they even hear my slowly beating heart? Or maybe this was just a hallucination before death. I closed my eyes, ready take death with open arms.
“They are going to be dead in minutes, Marcus. Let’s go,” the voice sounded like I was under water. And with my last strength I opened my eyes. Three men were above me. Maybe death was actually three men. Perhaps they were collecting my soul.
One of the men walked to the one leaning back to a wall. He unwrapped a scarf from the man and walked back to me.
“Don’t even think about it. That scarf is more expensive than the humans life,” The man had a white hair and eyes that almost looked red.
“Get over yourself, Caius.” The man with the scarf said. He kneeled to me, lifting me up just enough to slide the scarf under me and tying it around me. I winced. Somehow, I always believed that a bullet wound wouldn’t hurt so bad but fuck me.
“I know, but you will be just fine...,” The man in front of me said. I nodded. I wanted to believe him so much. I didn’t want to die like this, alone in a country without anyone who would care for me.
“Close your eyes, everything will be okay when you wake up,”
And without a thought I did as he said.
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So, this was death... It didn’t feel as painful as I had thought. And behind my lids I saw light, but to be honest I was too scared to face it.
But I couldn’t stay like this forever, I needed to open my eyes no matter how scary it would be.
It felt weird to have my eyes open. The place was like it had been carved from marble. One window shined sun to my room. I had a white cover over me and in a long time I wasn’t freezing.
I tried to push myself up but a sharp pain stabbed my side. I pushed myself up to sitting with the pain getting worse every moment.
My shirt had been covered in blood but now it was just a white long night gown. It didn’t look like it was from this century. I took a hold of the end of the gown and lifted it up until my side was exposed. Bandage roll had been wrapped around my torso.
At least I wasn’t dead yet. But still, where am I? And why I hadn’t any other clothing on except the gown?
I dropped the gown back down taking a deep breath. I need to get out. I dragged myself at the end of the bed and forced myself to stand up. I held on to the bedside table like my life dependent on it, maybe it did. One more deep breath and then I run. I run and get out of this shit.
One breath later, I was still there. One step felt like I was lifting up a truck. Nothing happened, so I tried again. My foot dragged the ground. Deep breath and I'm out, this all is done. I will get out. But even before taking a full step everything went black.
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The air around me was full with warmness. It was intoxicating, I knew it even without opening my eyes. The warmness mixed with a smell like I had never smelled before. God, I want to open my eyes, but my lids just felt so heavy.
“Let me see if I could see something,” I recognize that voice, I have heard it at the alley way. It’s one of the men there.
All that was needed was a gentle cold touch.
“They are awake, they are just quite tired from all that they have been through,”
How did he know that I was awake? What was happening..., again. The mans touch on my cheek didn’t leave, instead his thumb started to do circles on my skin.
“Don’t worry darling. You are safe here, my brothers and I took you in few days ago when you were in the alley way,” His voice was calm like he had done this million times before. But still it didn’t help my panic just rose. Breathing was harder when you felt the pressure in your chest.
“You have nothing to worry about. You just need some time to heal,” In all of my power I shook my head, but the mans hand didn’t leave my skin.
“You are scaring them, brother,” The voice had the same similarity than in the alley. The man who tried to keep me alive while the two men there just watched. A laugh was let out by someone in the room, I couldn’t tell who it was or where it came from. “What’s so funny, Aro,” It was completely new voice.
“They remember Marcus’ voice from the alley. He was the nicest to them,”
How does he know what I think. Or maybe I’m speaking out loud without even realizing. Or maybe I was really getting insane.
“Don’t worry about that right now,” I shook my head again, but this time I was able to open my mouth ready for words that never surfaced. My throat was as dry and raw.
“Caius give me the glass, they are thirsty,” I heard a sigh.
The hand left my skin but the man wiggled his way so my back was pressed against his front. My eyes flutter opened just enough to close them again due to the white light in the room. The laughter came from two men in the room. My brows knitted together and I felt the man behind me laughing silently.
“Open your lips pretty thing,” The speaker had a strange kindness in it. And because of that I parted my lips, just enough to feel cool glass pressed on them. The man behind me crocked my head little more up and cold water hit my lips. In seconds, the glass was empty and my thirst gone.
And slowly I opened my eyes, light still too bright. Next to the bed was a man with platinum blond hair with piercing red eyes, eyes that were looking at me. In the mans hand was a glass, empty glass, that I had just emptied. He had just basically bottle-fed me.
My back felt laughter from behind me. Instinctively, I turned to look over my shoulder. Black hair draped all to way to his shoulders. Gentle smile soothing me, while I could only look those red eyes. “Look at those beautiful eyes of yours,” He seemed proud, but I'm not sure why.
I turned my head back, heat rising in my cheeks. “They really are a true beauty,” It was the voice, the voice that had helped me in the alley. He had long brown hair, and those red eyes, but he still wasn’t as threatening as the other two.
I pushed myself away from the man that I had been half-laying on. But like before the pain on my side was like stabbing me again. “Stay right here darling,” Said the man behind me and gently pulling me back to his arms.
“Tell us darling, what is your name?” It was the man with brown hair. I cleared my throat before saying anything. “Y/N, my name is Y/N...,”
“What a beautiful name...,” I didn’t need to look at any of them to know that the speaker was the man behind me.
“So, who are you guys then?” I had to ask. I should know the names of the people who saved me. I should know the name of the man that I was laying on top of. The men changed quick looks with each other.
“I’m Aro, and these are my brothers, Caius and Marcus,” The man behind me explained, well Aro explained. It felt good to have names to the faces, like they became little more real with that.
“How are you feeling?” The brown-haired man..., Marcus asked.
“I..., I’m okay... My side is just hurting,” I answered placing my hand to the side that had been bleeding from in the alley. Aros hand slithered on top of my hand, warmth took over my body.
“Where am I?” I whispered and my heart beat got faster.
“You are in our place. You are safe here. But even more we need to know what happened to you,” It was the blonde who spoke, I mean Caius.
I had to look down to my lap. It was all in a blur. I wasn’t sure if some of it was even real, or was it just hallucination.
“It’s all kind of a blur... I was just going back to my hotel, but I got robbed. But he just got mad..., and- and he stabbed me,”
It felt to say it all out loud. The fact that I had gotten stabbed and now I was sitting with strangers in a bed. My nice trip to Italy ended with me being stabbed and passing out on an alley way.
“Everything will be taken care of. No harm will come to you when you are with us,” Marcus said gentle smile on his lips. I nodded and unconsciously I pressed my head against Aros chest. He felt so warm.
“You can take a nap if you would like,” Caius asked taking my hand to his. The circles in my hand made me fall into a slumber. “No, I need to get back to my hotel, my reservation ends today,” I said tiredness sounding in my voice.
“Darling, you have been asleep for three days. Today is the fifteenth day,” Humor could be heard from Aros voice.
“WHAT! That is insane! I missed my flight, and where is my stuff,” And just like that panic was all over the air. I looked all over to room, trying to find anything, to find any understanding, anything that this had all been just a bad dream.
I wouldn’t have any money for a new plane ticket back to home. Could I even get my stuff back from the hotel? So, I would be trapped in a country not knowing the language any more than necessary.
“Don’t panic, my darling. You will be safe here,” Aro said raising his hand to my cheek. I had to look at him but his eyes were so red that I had to move my gaze. But for just a moment my eyes stayed on his lips. Heat raised in my body. I can’t look him like that. I mean they saved me, but still, I couldn’t look at him like that. It felt like a crime.
“No, it’s not a crime, no matter how much it might feel like it,” Smile was painted on Aros lips while he spoke. He had no shame in him.
“How...,” I didn’t know how to continue. How he knew what I was thinking about? How could he answer so perfectly to my thoughts?
“I have a gift of knowing persons thoughts with touch. I know how to answer when I know the question,” My eyes widened and his hand fell from my cheek. No skin of us touched, and in a way, I missed it.
“Is this really the best way to do this?” Caius asked. I could hear annoyance in his voice. But I couldn’t concentrate on his words. Aro knew what I thought. He could read my mind with a touch, but he was so chill about it. But how, that is insane.
“The faster they know the better,” Aro whispered, his hand dragging across my sternum. I shivered in his touch.
“What are you?” I asked, the dull pain coming back to my side.
“Vampirism isn’t such a bad thing...,” Caius murmured and got up next to us. These people were insane. This was all too much. This all is just one big prank. The red eyes were just contacts and Aros stupid ability was just good guesses. Aros hand moved to my upper arm and started to make circles on it.
“No darling, we are not insane, at least in the same way you think. You have nothing to worry about,” Aro whispered to my ear and somehow, I let myself melt on his arms.
“What’s going on? Something isn’t right...,” My voice became weaker than in the alley. His touch was soothing like no other.
“Marcus there can sense bonds between people. He can see them even if the people don’t know each other yet. And he can sense the bonds between us and you, darling,”
“What- what does that mean?” I asked voice trembling.
“Because vampires live for so long, they have something called mate. It's like a soulmate but they can be felt only at least when one of them is a vampire. And because I can sense bonds, I could feel that our mate was close by. And that mate happens to be you, Y/N” Marcus sounded so happy that it was hard to concentrate on his words.
I tried to talk but nothing came out. “You are the mate of all of us,” Aro whispered to my ear. He had been reading my mind.
“Yes, my dear. You are right...,” Aro whispered to my ear.
comparing hand sizes w techno! reader would be playing with his hair during a cuddle sesh, and he just took their hand and go, "why is it so tiny?"
A/N: sheeeesh big brain i like this idea
Technoblade was a feared warrior by many, his strength and finesse struck fear into the the hearts of people from all over. The blood God, a demon from hell, Satan himself. There had been so many phrases and names used to describe Techno and his cruel ways.
Yet, here you were. Snuggled under the blankets with your body against his leaving no room between you, you pondered about how people could fear him as such and call him such vicious names. After all, the little grunts and happy noises he let out subconsciously as he buried his face into your neck showed you not a blood thirsty war machine, but a soft and gentle lover.
Gently running your fingers through his hair, you sighed in content and breathed in his scent. Techno made you feel at home and safe when you were in his arms.
Lifting his head up slightly, the blood God looked into your eyes and smiled lightly, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately. Here, he was no longer a warrior but a domestic husband, lover, and provider.
Shifting his focus to the feeling of your hand in his hair, he grinned and lightly grasps your hand, bringing it down to kiss the knuckles. Once he saw the difference in hand sizes between yours and his, his mind spiralled and his cheeks dusted a light red colour. He placed yours and his hands palm to palm and looked into your eyes. Your hand was barely half as big as his.
"Why is it so tiny..?" Technoblade whispered, more to himself than to you. "My tiny baby..." He added and smiled softly, kissing your knuckles again before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tighter embrace. He felt something possessive and protective in the depths of his body. Seeing you so tiny, actually acknowledging it for the first time, left he wanting to hold you close and keep the dangers of the world away from you.
"You're just a giant." You whispered back lovingly, pressing a kiss to his temple and nuzzling his hair lightly.
craving some cuddles and jokes with pretty men so sapnap. also wrote this when i had no customers at work so like last post it's only small and isn't the best
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Soft breathing and small, sweet whispers echoed throughout the house. The scent of coffee could be smelt in every nook and creavice. Cuddled up on the sofa laid you and Sapnap, snuggling close, leaving no space between your bodies. It was nights like this, arms wrapped around each other and lattes within arms reach, that filled you with the most joy.
"Baby..." Sapnap whispered out and gently stroked his thumb against your hips. His eyes scanned your face and, once they reached your eyes, softened. Leaning towards you, he pressed a soft kiss on your nose and then sat up slowly, allowing your behind to fall onto his thighs.
Groggily, you whined. The warmth that you once felt was now gone and replaced with a cold chill. Narrowing your eyes playfully, you pouted at your boyfriend, " Sap, why did you move?" You asked and playfully headbutted his shoulder.
Letting out a little chuckle, Sapnap wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted himself and you off the coach, before lightly placing your feet to the ground. Turning his head, he looked towards the music player and pressed a button. Before long, a soft melody began to play. Sapnap shrugged his shoulders at the music choice the radio went with and tilted his head to look back down at you. "Dance with me." He whispered and held his calloused hand out for you to take.
Gingerly, you placed your small hand in his and shyly smiled. Your other hand slid up his chest and perched itself on Sapnap's shoulder. "Fine." You playfully spoke and looked up at your partner lovingly. "Only because you're adorable." You added cheekily.
Smirking down at your figure, Sapnap rolled his eyes and kissed your nose again. "Whatever you say, baby." He murmured and placed his other hand on your waist. Slowly, you both swayed side to side in a slow, loving dance.
In Sapnap's arms, you felt at home. Even when he came up with the most spontaneous things to do, even when disrupted your comfort to dance with you, you knew he was home. For home was tucked away in little pockets of happiness and love- and with Sapnap, all you felt was that traquility and adoration.
craving some strong man content so here we go. i wrote this on the way home from shopping so it's only short and may not be the best.
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Bounding through cornfields, breathing in the gentle, warm air, you smiled in delight. Looking back over your shoulder, you let out a soft laugh at your partner, Techno, who followed behind you, watching you with loving eyes. Behind him trailed three dogs, who aimlessly jumped around and played with each other.
Locking eyes with the blood god, you let out a sigh in bliss. This is how you wanted to spend your summer- with your favourite person, basking in the Sun's warmth.
Slowly, the piglin graciously walked over to you, placing his hands tentatively on your waist. Hands that once were blood-soaked and rough were now soft and gentle when stroking your skin. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against your sun-kissed cheek and soon buried his nose in your shoulder blade, taking in your sweet, almost syrupy scent. God he was infatuated with you.
"My love..." He started, kissing your exposed shoulder. Eventually, he lifted his head up and cupped your cheek with his right hand. "You are everything I want and more." Techno whispered and smiled lightly, wetting his lips with his tongue and taking your breath away with a kiss.
Techno was everything you wanted and more, too. He was the stars, the moon, the sun and more. In his arms, you felt at peace. You felt whole. He was your other half- your soulmate- as was you to him.
-please know i have a life outside of writing so your request may take me a long time to write
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Will write for...
Haikyuu
all characters I will write for in Haikyuu. can do romantic and platonic
My Hero Academia
all character except characters like Eri, Koda, etc. will mostly only write platonic stuff with UA students.
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Twilight
will write for all and can do both platonic and romantic.
@silver-argent : Hii! I super looooove the way you wrote Haikyuu Boys: You flinch, perfect amount of angst to fluff! Are you taking requests? If you are, will you please do a Sakusa and Kenma? the you flinch. It's okay if you don't tho! I'll still look forward to your works!❤❤
tysm for the encouraging words!! my requests are open and im more than happy to do Sakusa and Kenma jewbjkew. i hope you enjoy. i'm literally so tired and just wanted to finally get this out <3
characters:
-sakusa
-kenma
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Sakusa
Dating Sakusa was the last thing you ever thought would happen to you. He filled your days and nights with such love and passion. You had broken through his stoic and cold shell and had seen him for who he truly was deep inside- a loving partner through and through.
Of course, old habits die hard. Since he had spent years of his life being a reserved person, only putting up with his family and teammates, he still was very hesitant when it came to affection. Sometimes all he wanted to do was to be alone with his thoughts and nothing else. It hurt to see him like that, knowing that no matter what, you couldn’t help him, but you understood and gave him the time he needed.
Five months into yours and his relationship had lead to a few disputes, but nothing too serious. He was a prideful, headstrong man which lead to you having to bite your tongue during arguments and keep your snarky words to yourself, refusing to let them slip off the tip of your tongue. If they did, the argument would escalate.
You loved Sakusa for everything he was, bad parts and good, but sometimes he was too much.
And, that’s how you were here, biting your lip harshly as you stare at him, refusing to let your anger get the best of you.
Sakusa had been coming home quite late due to volleyball practise, but it got to the stage where you were scared that he was doing to overwork himself and injure himself. Instead of letting it slide, you confronted him about it and suggested that he should take some time to let his body heal from the strenuous training regimen that he was doing. It seemed that Sakusa wasn’t in the best of moods and had snapped at you, shooting abhorrent words towards you as if you were nothing but a pile of shit, accusing you of restricting him from reaching his full potential and trying to turn him away from volleyball because you were too clingy for his liking.
“Fucking hell (Y/N), you’re so fucking clingy! Just because you’re an attention whore and want me to worship you doesn’t mean you can try and take me away from what I love doing. You’re so fucking obsessive it’s driving me crazy!” Sakusa bellowed and clenched his hands together, his nails digging into his hands.
Taking a deep breath to keep yourself as calm as possible, you spoke in a soft tone, “Omi, I’m not trying to keep you from anything. I just think you should rest your body before you overwork yourself and become ill or injure yourself. I know you want to improve but that can happen gradually over time. I doesn’t need to happen all at once.” You murmured and gently placed a hand on his, trying to reassure him.
Letting out a deep, angered growl, Sakusa pulled away from your grip harshly and pushed your hand away, “don’t fucking touch me! You’re fucking disgusting! All you do is hold me down and try and control my life, you obsessive pest!” He hollered out.
His words ripped open your chest and stabbed you in the heart repeatedly. You felt like you were choking on your own heartbeat. It hurt knowing that your lover found you disgusting. A strong feeling of rage surged through your veins. “How fucking dare you, Sakusa! I’ve done nothing but tried to help you and all you do is treat me like shit. Every time we argue I have to bite my tongue because I know that if I retaliate, you’ll just get even more angry. I can’t express how I feel to you anymore and I feel as if I don’t matter in this relationship. If you want to overwork yourself and injure yourself then fine, go ahead, but don’t blame me for saying I told you so after it’s happened!”
His eyes narrowing at your words, Sakusa swiftly turned to glare at you and raised his fist, poking your chest aggressively, “Fine, I will then because I’m not letting you control me anym-” He paused mid sentence, his eyes widening when he noticed you flinching when he raised his hand. Slowly, he lowered his hand and dropped them at his sides. Your shaking figure made his heart clench painfully tight. “(Y/N) I-”
“I can’t do this anymore, Sakusa.” You voice whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you sniffled quietly. “I can’t handle this pain anymore. I can’t handle feeling like I’m walking on egg shells with you. I can’t handle being afraid of how you’ll react when I speak about how I feel. I just can’t do this anymore.” You voice got quieter and quieter the more you spoke. Looking up at Sakusa, you swallowed thickly. “I can’t do us anymore.”
Sakusa was frozen, watching you carefully. It was deathly silent. The only sound he could hear was the sound of his heartbeat beating rapidly.
“I’ll pick up my things tomorrow. I’m going to stay at Atsumu’s for the night.” You whispered and turned away, heading towards the front door.
A small, almost whine-like noise left Kiyoomi’s mouth. He reached out and clasped your hand gently, tears forming in the corner’s of his eyes. “Please.” He begged quietly.
Looking back at the man you loved, your heart shattered into small pieces when you noticed his dampened eyes. Never had you seen him cry before. “What is it?” You asked quietly, biting the inside of your cheek.
Sakusa pulled you in tightly for a hug and pressed his lips against your cheek gently. “Please don’t leave. Please please please… I’m so so sorry (Y/N).. I didn’t mean anything I said. I love you and I’m grateful for everything you do for me. I’ve just had a really bad day. Please I love you. Please don’t leave. You’re my baby... “ He pleaded softly and held you tightly, as if afraid that you’d disappear if he let go.
Letting out a sigh, you caved in. You were still mad at him but at the end of the day, you loved Kiyoomi more than anything else. You would give up everything for his happiness. “Kiyoomi...” You whispered softly and then turned around so you were face to face with him. Gently cupping his cheeks, you sighed, “I love you so so much Kiyoomi... But you can’t say stuff like that to me even if you’ve had a bad day. You really really hurt me even though I was just trying to look out for you.” You explained and frowned softly, kissing his tears that resided in the corner of his eyes.
Pressing his lips softly against your hands that rested on his face, he let out a shaky breath that he didn’t realise he was holding, “I know... I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I promise I’ll do better..” He whispered gently and pressed his nose into your hair lovingly. “I love you so much...”
Leaning in closer to Sakusa, you inhaled his scent, “I love you too, Omi..”
He never wanted to see you flinch like that again.
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Kenma
Kenma was an erudite genius when it came to the art of strategy. His deep understanding of the game and the unspoken pledge to win is what drove him forward and kept him reaching, grasping, clutching for new strategic idea that would leave his opponents breathless.
For days, maybe even weeks, on end, Kenma would be researching, training, and repeating the process until he felt confident in his methodology that would be used in a game. Thus, led to a breakdown. After weeks of undereating, lack of sleep, training beyond his physical capabilities, and his mental strain thinking of ways to defeat the opposing team, Kenma was at his wits’ end.
As his partner, you immediately noticed the changes in his personality. Of course, concern was your initial reaction and you were somewhat frightened of irritating him more, but you knew you had to confront him about his lack of self care. Seeing him train during lunch and falling asleep in lessons led you to realise how hard he was working himself.
So, after school you managed to pull him to one side before he proceeded to train at the club. A frown was present on your lips and you took a deep breath. Looking at him now hurt a lot: his eyebags had considerably increased since the last time you saw him; you could now see physically where he had lost weight from undereating for weeks; his eyes seemed a lot duller; his body slouched over slightly, as if it was begging for a break. It was agony to see your partner slowly harm his body and mind like this.
"Kenma, just know I love you so much and I understand that volleyball means a lot to you right now since it's your final year with your team as you know it with Kuroo as captain, but look at yourself. You're not taking care of yourself at all. You aren't helping you or your teammates by undereating and not sleeeping." You murmured gently, taking Kenma's hands in your own. You knew that you had to be careful and not push your boyfriend, but you couldn't let it continue.
Kenma simply frowned at your words and pulled his hand away from yours, "(Y/N), I don't need your lecturing. I'm perfectly fine taking care of myself. I don't need you." He hissed out and turned his back on you, proceeding to head to practise. He had no time to waste on pointless conversations.
(Y/N) grinded their teeth together, their heart aching slightly at the harsh words, "I'm not lecturing you, Kenma! I'm doing what a s/o should do and I'm looking out for you! Please just take a small break before you overdo it!" You hallooed, as if that would make the words sink in.
Vexed, Kenma turned around with a deep scowl on his face, "Why don't you just back off, (Y/N)!? I don't care about you right now, all I care about is me and my teammates winning this game!" He shrieked, which caused you to trip back and swallow thickly.
A small whimper escape your lips and tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you flinched. You were normally fine with Kenma's salty attitude, but he never usually shouted at you. Taking a shaky breath, you looked at your boyfriend dead in the eyes, "fine! Do what you want to do! Since you don't care about me I won't bother anymore! Don't you fucking dare come running to me when you overwork yourself and can't handle it anymore!" You retorted and turned away.
Kenma's eyes widened slightly at your words as he watched you turn away. "Wait...." He whispered out, his hand reaching towards yours. Lightly, he grasped your wrist and sighed, pulling you close and burying his head in your shoulder. "'M sorry... I'm just so stressed..." Tears brimmed his eyes and he sniffled softly. "I didn't mean it..."
Letting out a soft sigh, your shoulders relaxed and you pulled your lover in for a cuddle. "I know you didn't mean it baby... But remember your health comes first, volleyball after." You whispered and gently stroked his hair. He simply nodded in response and hugged you tighter.
Maybe you both could work things out. You just need to learn to communicate more.
ebfekwflflljfskjf i’m feeling very soft rn and all i crave is cuddles from each of these men so,,,, yep. also i starting writing this during a maths exam,,, it’s my final year i should be paying attention but i c a n t not with these men in my mind. this one shot finna be short iehgilhe. alsooooo,,, feel free to send me some suggestions as to what haikyuu one shots i should write.
characters:
-kuroo (the biggest cuddler)
-bokuto
-kita
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Kuroo
Soft breathing and the sweet sound of the bird’s melody filled the sun-kissed room.
Shifting lightly, you sleepily pried open your eyes and snuggled closer into the warmth embrace of your boyfriend. Taking a peek at Kuroo, you smiled softly as he looked down at you with absolute adoration.
“Baby...” He whispered gently before pressing his lips against yours softly. A thousand butterflies fluttered at the small motion and you leaned deeper into his body. Every single day you fell more and more in love with the man.
Over time, you had taken notice of his small features- the way his cheeks dimpled slightly when he grinned, how he still looked so pretty even with his horrific bed head, the small, singular freckles that kissed his skin here and there.
Slowly pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath, you looked up at the male with glossy eyes. Oh how he could make you cry by simply being so precious.
“Baby...” He repeated in a hushed tone and cupped your cheek gently, stroking his thumb against your soft skin.
These were the mornings that you would cherish deep in your heart, the mornings that you’d love forever.
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Bokuto
Mornings with Bokuto were filled with playful banter and soft kisses.
His arms were hooked tightly around your waist, pulling you close against his chest with his lips pressed against your neck softly, lightly tickling you. A small sigh of satisfaction escaped your lips when your boyfriend gently placed his fingers to your chin, adjusting your head so he could press a soft kiss to your lips.
Quiet murmurs and small chuckles were exchanged between the two of you, and you pressed your foreheads together.
“Puppy...” He whispered gently and leaned his head down to press soft kisses down your jawline, down your neck and on your collarbone. “My little baby...”
“‘Ngh... Ko..” You murmured lightly and kissed his forehead lovingly. “Love you...”
Letting out a chuckle, Bokuto snuggled his face against your neck, breathing in your scent lightly. “I love you too, my pretty little angel.”
Pressing another kiss on your neck, he spoke softly, “five more minutes?” Bokuto begged quietly, pouting against your neck.
You grinned and laughed gently, “five more minutes it is.”
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Kita
The sound of birds singing and the Sun ray’s kissing your face woke you up. Looking down, you smiled softly at your boyfriend’s soft resting face. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted lightly. Gently, you kissed the corner of his lips, nuzzling against his cheek gently. Your heart melted at the little moan of satisfaction Kita gave out.
“Darling..” He murmured and slowly opened his eyes, glancing up at you with soft eyes. “Morning doll, how’d you sleep?” Kita’s hands gently wrapped themselves tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.
Pouting slightly, you kissed his chin lightly. “I’m sorry, my love. Did I wake you?” You whispered and pressed another kiss on his chin. You could feel his stubble coming through. “I slept well. I feel more refreshed here in your arms. Did you sleep well?” You finally answered his question, sharing a soft kiss with him.
Lightly pulling away after a few seconds, Kita chuckled lightly and ran his fingers up and down your back, “you didn’t wake me, doll. Don’t worry. I slept well though. My day is going to be a good day it seems because I have you in my arms.” Leaning into your neck, KIta smiled and nuzzled into your embrace. “My darling...You’re so pretty.”
Your cheeks flushed a slight red colour and you bit your lip slightly, “you’re prettier, Shin.” You whispered gently and snuggled closer to him. A light chuckle and a small protest left his lips, before he pressed his lips against your forehead in adoration.
Oh how you wished mornings like this would last forever.
yooooo so my first post on tumblr,,, kinda scary but here goes nothing. if the characters are too ooc i apologise but it’s because this is my first time writing a haikyuu one shot. also i’m fucking obsessed with angst to comfort hmu with some good ones (hopefully i haven’t read them). also pleaseeeee this isn’t an attack on the reader, you all are so fucking gorgeous. i’m trying to write this angst with my personal insecurities in mind so it can be more realistic. remember to drink water and eat 3 meals a day.
characters:
-tanaka
-ushijima
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Tanaka
Recently, you had noticed a strain in your and Tanaka’s relationship. Of course, you were always pretty self-conscious in the relationship- he always hung out with Kiyoko when he went to practise and spoke about her like she was a goddess.
That didn’t mean you didn’t like Kiyoko. In fact, you looked up to her a lot, heeding her advice every time she spoke to you. But, who wouldn’t be insecure? Kiyoko was everything you were not. She was smart, she was pretty, she was organised, and she had a great personality to go with it. Sometimes, you’d sit thinking that maybe Tanaka would be happier with her.
And today was one of those days. It was lunch and, as usual, Tanaka was at practise. You didn’t mind and grew pretty accustomed to it, often sitting to the side of the sports hall, watching and cheering. You were happy that your boyfriend had such a deep interest in something.
As you sat next to the coach, taking small bites out of an apple, you noticed Tanaka’s wondering gaze. Following his eyes, you frowned slightly when you noticed him staring at Kiyoko with a small blush on his face. An uneasy feeling in your gut made you stop eating, just watching. When Tanaka walked over to her and tucked her hair behind her ear after helping her pick up spare balls, you felt bile rise in your throat. Suffocating. It felt like suffocating as you watched your boyfriend touch and blush around your friend whilst right in front of you.
Biting your lip nervously, you packed away your lunch and stood up. There was still 10 minutes left of lunch. If Tanaka asked, you could’ve dismissed it as simply wanting to get to class early. Nodding to Coach Ukai and Daichi, you swiftly exited the sports hall and walked to your next lesson.
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Somehow, you had avoided Tanaka for the rest of the day. You knew you were probably overreacting, but the way he looked at her with such a loving gaze made you feel sick. He didn’t even look at you with that much compassion, and you were his girlfriend.
So, you slung your backpack over your shoulders and made your way home. Normally, you would walk with your boyfriend, but not today. It was silent without Tanaka making small comments here and there and laughing. Insecure thoughts filled your mind, and, with no one to distract you from them, you listened.
You listened to every single thought that crossed your mind.
Why were you not pretty enough?
Why did Tanaka love Kiyoko more than he loved you?
Why were you so petty?
Why were you running away instead of talking to him?
Why were you not good enough?
You swallowed the bile that slowly rose in your throat and looked down at your hands that clenched together.
Just get over it. You can’t be better than her.
A hand placed on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. Swiftly, you head diverted to look at whoever touched you right in the eyes.
Shit.
“Hey, you’ve been ignoring me since lunch. Did something happen? Why are you walking home without me?” Tanaka let go of your shoulder and raised a curious brow at you.
You weren’t ready to talk to him yet.
Forcing a smile, you looked down at your hands instead of his gaze-his piercing gaze that left you weak and helpless. “Nothing is wrong,” you started, pausing for a second to recollect your thoughts. “I just wanted to get to class quickly after lunch... And I was walking home by myself because I have a lot of homework to do.” You lied smoothly, but of course, Tanaka saw through it.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Tanaka sighed and tilted his head, “are you going to tell your boyfriend the truth or continue to lie straight to my face? We’re partners- a team- you’re meant to trust me and communicate. Wasn’t it you who said that was important?” His voice gradually got louder with every sentence, his patience wearing thin.
You looked back at him and opened your mouth, before closing it. Of course, trust and communication is key in relationships but... Your eyes glanced up at Tanaka. Opening your mouth again, you spoke, “It’s just...” You started and licked your lips, taking a deep breath, “You seem to be close with Kiyoko. Very close..” You whispered the last bit, but he still caught it.
Clenching his fists, Tanaka frowned, “well excuse me, but she’s been my friend longer than I’ve dated you. I don’t see why it’s an issues now.” His voice was firm and loud, making you shrink into yourself.
“I get that, I do. But you can’t just get all close like blushing and tucking her hair behind her ear when you’re in a relationship.” You tried to reason with him. Yes, you know they were friends longer than you and Tanaka had been in a relationship and you respected that. That was why you never mentioned anything before.
Tanaka made a ‘tch’ sound and took in a deep breath, glaring down at you. Like this, he looked like an alpha- strong, in charge, dominant. In normal circumstances, you might’ve blushed or even squirmed, but in this situation, all you felt was your fight or flight impulse going crazy. “Well I’m sorry, but just because you’re insecure about yourself doesn’t mean you can be a selfish bitch! Grow up (Y/n)!”
That was what made you snap.
“Excuse me!? Tanaka, you told me to communicate and so I did, but when I do my opinions and feelings are immediately shut down!? I’m not saying you can’t be friends with Kiyoko! You can! Just please don’t keep touching her intimately because it makes me think you’d rather be with her!” You shouted back.
Letting out a deep growl, Tanaka leaned over you with a menacing glare and quickly lifted his hand, which made you flinch violently and close your eyes tightly, lifting you arms to shield yourself.
Snapping out of his rage, Tanaka’s eyes widened.
You flinched. You flinched at him.
Did you seriously think he was going to hit you?
Taking a shaky breath, he gently placed a hand on your cheek, which made you flinch more and slowly open your eyes to look into his. Your eyes held nothing but pure fear. You couldn’t help it- Tanaka was big, strong and intimidating. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.
“Please don’t look at me like that, baby.. I’m sorry.. I’ll never hit you.” Tanaka whispered softly and pulled you in for a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry I scared you like that..” He murmured lightly.
Shakily, you took a breath, letting your tears slip down your cheeks. “Ngh.. ‘M sorry I annoyed you Tana...” You whispered softly, crying into his shoulder. “’M just... Scared. Kiyoko is beautiful and has the best personality and I’m just... Me.” You admitted, finally calming down when you realised that Tanaka would never ever hurt you, no matter how much you angered him.
Tanaka’s eyes softened and he gently stroke your hair. “Exactly. You’re you. That’s why I love you, baby.” He whispered gently and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
Slowly, you leaned into his touch more, “Okay...”
Tanaka sighed gently, “I didn’t realise I was being too touchy with her, but I’ll stop for you baby. I love you.”
“I love you too.” You smiled weakly back.
“Icecream?” He asked.
“Please.”
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Ushijima
You always knew volleyball was his passion. It was his everything, and you respected that.
Still though, when you became his girlfriend, you thought that maybe you’d at least tie with volleyball in importance. However, you soon realised three months into the relationship that what you believed didn’t seem to be the case. In fact, it seemed as if you were more of a chore for Ushijima than something he enjoyed spending his time on.
Eventually, it all got too much.
You watched him practise from the side-lines, frowning since he barely even glanced at you, let alone said hello. Of course, you didn’t mind. He was focused on practising, so it would make sense if he didn’t acknowledge you.
Ushijima paused his practise to get a small drink and you took this opportunity to encourage him and drop off his lunch since he had a tendency to forget his. “Ushi, you’re doing so-” You started, but was soon cut off by your blunt lover.
“(Y/N), can’t you see I’m focusing right now? I’ll talk later, but right now volleyball is all that matters. You’re irrelevant right now.” He retorted swiftly, before shrugging you off and going back to practise his spikes.
Biting your lip slightly, you swallowed thickly and looked down at your feet in shame. Those words hurt, even if they weren’t the most aggressive. Maybe he did only see you as a burden. The thought made you shiver and deepen your frown. The last thing you wanted was to hold your boyfriend back, even if it hurt you. Taking one last glance at Ushijima, you set his lunch down by his bottle and turned away, hiding the tears in your eyes by looking at the ground.
It felt as if someone was squeezing your heart in your chest, and a lump soon formed in your throat. You choked on a sob and headed home, turning off your phone completely.
Once you had reached the comfort of your house, you collapsed on your bed and sobbed silently into a pillow, curling tightly into a small ball.
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You were unsure as to how long you had been crying for, but you soon awoke from a slumber when you felt the bed dip and a large arm wrap around your waist. Biting your lip, you turned your head to come face to face with Ushiwaka. “Ushi...” You whispered quietly.
“My love, you have been crying. Your eyes are red and puffy.” He stated and frowned lightly. “What happened?” The male gently brushed his thumb against your hip, caressing it tenderly.
Tensing up, you sat up and pushed his hand away lightly. “Ushijima..” You started and looked down, clenching your fists together. “Is volleyball really that important to you..?” You whispered out, barely loud enough for him to hear.
The brute frowned and also sat up, narrowing his eyes slightly, “(Y/N), why are you so annoyed over my passion?” He asked and let out a scoff. “What, are you jealous of a ball? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” Ushijima’s voice raised slightly, but he soon shut up when he noticed you flinch and sink deeper into the bed.
You avoided eye contact from your lover and gripped the sheets tightly in your hand, “’M sorry..” You whispered out as tears filled your vision. “Maybe I am being ridiculous.. I just think that...” You choked on a sob. “That you’d be better off with someone else. All I seem to do is hold you back from doing what you love. ‘M just a pain..” Hurt filled your voice and you swallowed thickly.
Ushijima’s eyes widened slightly and he frowned, gently taking your hands into his large ones. “Darling... You are all I want. I am sorry if those comments I said earlier made you feel insecure, but I truly do care for you. You are the only person I want in my life.” Gently, he placed his forehead on yours and kissed away your tears. “You are anything but a pain, my love.”
Looking into your boyfriend’s eyes, you smiled lightly and pressed your lips against his delicately. “You’re forgiven, Ushi..”
