Miffy

She/They, 19!

[miffytriffy]

Masterlist!

Gachiakuta

Kisses! ft: Enjin, Follo, Zanka, Gris, Zodyl, Riyo, Eishia x gn! reader

Love at first sight! ft: Zodyl Follo, Jabber, Zanka x gn! reader, Enjin x fem!reader

Eishia Dating Headcanons!

Jealousy! ft: Follo, Enjin, Tamsy, angst no comfort

Forgivness is key! part two of jealousy, comfort ending

When Jealousy Doubles Down part two of jealousy, angsty ending

Momoa dating headcanons

Haikyuu!

Sneaking around! ft: Hinata Shoyo, Suna Rintarou, Yaku Morisuke

Missing you after a breakup! ft: Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi

Requests are open!

[miffytriffy]

Spiderman Yuji!

a/n: I watched brand new day and fell back into Spiderman Yuji agenda… lowkey feel the need to write a fanfic about thisss....

art is not mine! Credits to the original creator!!

Imagine…

Spiderman Yuji! Who you do not know is spiderman, often appearing in classes with a bruised lip, or a new bruise on his arm. But it doesn’t fit him at all, he never gets into fights! Where do they come from? Is he really that clumsy?

Spiderman Yuji! Who always asks you for notes of the classes he missed with the most sheepish smile and a promise of ‘I’ll buy you lunch in return, promise! Please?’ So how can you refuse?

Spiderman Yuji! Who swings through the city and sees you. You’re sitting on a bench, right by the bus station. Probably waiting for your bus obviously.

Spiderman Yuji! Who can’t take his eyes off you for some reason and swings right into a lamp, with the most embarrassing loud thud ever.

Spiderman Yuji! Who once again shows up with a bruised nose. Who, when you ask him what happened, a little bit more than worried, suddenly blurts out ‘Megumi punched me!’ . While Megumi is standing right beside him.

Spiderman Yuji! Who’s a hero even when he isn’t in costume. He helps old ladies carry their groceries, and saves little kittens from trees (while getting scratched in the process). He really is an angel!

Spiderman Yuji! Who wishes he could just tell you about his double life and hopefully swoop you off your feet. But you’d probably take him for an idiot if he said ‘I’m Spiderman!’, wouldn’t you?

Spiderman Yuji! Who makes you wonder why Spiderman always seems to be around when you’re in trouble. Is it really that much of a coincidence that he saved you from getting hit by a car three times in the span of a single month? Or are you just incredibly lucky?

Spiderman Yuji! Who once landed on your balcony after a rough mission. He really didn’t mean to slip and scare you! But he also wasn’t in a hurry to leave when you opened the door with the same worried expression you wore when he’d show up in bruises in class. Only this time his bruised face was covered by his mask. Yeah, he wasn’t gonna leave now. At least not soon.

[miffytriffy]

Hello!!! I saw you were chill with writing for Eisha and Riyo, so do you think you could maybe do some dating headcannons for Momoa Rukel? She has like one fic of her and I miss her bad💔

A/n: definitely! she’s so interesting, I hope we get to see more of her in the future smh 😔 sorry I’ve been so inactive im so out of ideas lately and busy too fml but I’ll try to write more again!!

okay so she definitely didn’t fall first, you fell first but she fell way harder. at first she didn’t think of you as more than a friend, but once you started making your moves on her (yk the subtle ones, like being more attentive or brushing hands here and thereee) she swooned!! she fell so hard, it took a while but at some point she was completely smitten

Of course it was hard to tell, her stoic face and calm, almost careless, demeanor made it super hard to tell how she really felt about you. only after a while did you start to notice little things with her, like her mouth lifting into a faint smile whenever you laughed or the way her gaze was always so monotone but when she looked at you her eyes softened just a little every time

When she started to pick up on your crush on her, she definitely took a little trip into your thoughts just to make sure her assumptions were correct. And they were! she was pleased, and definitely went to sleep that day with a dumb smile on her face.

She might have had an advantage to knowing your feelings for sure, but she still took a while to confess. not because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t know how to do it exactly. If you’re impatient, you might have confessed before her because it will take her a reallllll long while

Once you two start dating, she is still the same. She is still very quiet and stuff, and she def isn’t a fan of pda

but when it’s just you two, she likes having you close. momoa is a girl of very few words, but trust she loves when you lay beside her in silence, or when you talk to her she won’t respond much but the way she looks at you and caresses your hand with her thumb while lacing your fingers together is enough proof to show that she’s listening

She isn’t good at fighting, so most of the missions you go on (if you’re a raider too) are without her. she misses you a lot during that time, especially when you’re away for long. and deep down she is also worried that something might happen, even if she knows you’re strong

So whenever you come back she always asks how you are, and how the mission went. those are the first words you hear from her everytime, when she hugs you she mumbles a small ‘missed you’ but that’s about it, she isn’t very good with words and doesn’t know how to show that she was worried. but when you’re back alone she’s a little clingier than usual, not that you mind of course

[bee2124]

Me ruining my sleep schedule by staying up every night to read fanfiction

[aeonmnei]

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ a valentine’s day special! ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡₊˚

feat. hajime, osamu, shoyo, & kei. inspired by my cafe's spring menu.

˚ᯓᡣ𐭩 rose matcha – with hajime .˚❀₊˚ 𓍢ִִ໋໋

⛰ a picnic in the trunk facing the flower fields ↠ carrizo plain ⛰ i can't lie, he has the prettiest eyes i've ever seen┊ever seen – beabadoobee ⛰ drink notes: delicate rose seems to perch at the palate above the bright taste of fresh matcha.

for a while, you’ve been mentioning wanting to see flowers. “there’s a big field in carlsbad,” you brought up. “and lots of botanical gardens nearby.” 

now, hajime is not a man who will take you to some city garden and let that suffice. with what stress you’re going through lately, the last thing you need is to be around a busy crowd of people.

so hajime makes plans. hajime does his research. nestled in the central coast of california is a stretch of land where boundless blooms sprout from winter rain. the drive is long, and traffic is abysmal, but it’s worth it to him. it’s for you, after all.

four hours later, the tires of hajime’s car crunch on the dirt road as he pulls over on a hill overlooking the vast canvas of wildflowers. he pops open the trunk, laying out a blanket for you to sit on as he leans on the taillight.

you glance over at him. hajime is standing still, his eyes wide with mirth at the sight. he turns to you after a moment, smiling, the kind that blows you away every time he does it. his eyes crinkle, and his nose kind of scrunches, but it’s so bright, and so wide, and he’s got the tiniest dimples that peek out from the hollows of his cheeks. 

“isn’t it pretty?” he asks, reaching out for your hand. you let out a soft laugh. the nerve to ask that question while he looks like that.

“you’re pretty,” you reply, taking his hand with a reassuring squeeze.

⋆˚꩜｡ blueberry pancake latte – with osamu .₊˚⊹ ᰔ

⛾ a hearty breakfast before viewing the wintersweet trees ↠ matsuda ⛾ instrumental┊say it (over and over again) – masayoshi takanaka ⛾ drink notes: the otherwise overt sweetness is balanced by the light roast’s smooth profile.

you nearly laugh at the amount of bags that osamu is holding when you walk into onigiri miya. “it’ll be a long ride to kanagawa, i’m just prepared!” he says defensively. “and yer always complainin’ thatcha get hungry on trips!” “i know, i know,” you say, patting his bicep and taking one of the three plastic bags hanging off his elbow. “thank you. i love you.” 

osamu sighs affectionately as you give him a quick peck on the cheek. “i love you, too,” he replies, pulling you in by the waist. you tilt your head towards the entrance. “why is our wedding photo on the door, though?” he makes a face. “‘cause that’s why we’re closed?” you pinch his cheek. “you’re so sappy.” “not sappy if it’s the truth,” he insists. “why’re ya rollin’ up yer sleeves?”

“i’m gonna make us pancakes before we go,” you tell him, holding up a basket. “and i got blueberries from the neighbor before i left.” “aw, yer gonna make lil’ ole me blueberry pancakes?” osamu asks, shyly tucking a short strand of his hair behind his ear. you roll your eyes playfully, taking out a bag of flour. “yes, i’m gonna make lil’ ole you blueberry pancakes.” 

osamu hopes he makes it abundantly clear, whether verbally or through his actions, that he loves you, because he does. he leans over the counter, watching you make him breakfast with a lovesick expression. 

“love ya,” he calls, chin resting in his hand. “love ya back,” you sing-song in reply, and his heart melts.

°❀⋆ orange blossom matcha – with shoyo .ೃ࿔*:･

☼ a morning at home after the summer rain ↠ são paulo ☼ me dê a mão, vamos sair pra ver o sol┊estrada do sol – antonio carlos jobim  ☼ drink notes: the orange fragrance sits lightly over the creamy base of milk and matcha.

february in brazil means peak summer and carnaval in full swing. it’s busy, it’s hot, and it’s rainy. a thunderstorm washed over the day before, bringing in some respite from the normally sweltering heat. the city bustles below as you stir, and the windchimes sing their morning melody from the open window. the small space fan creaks and hums as you pad across the wood floor.

you greet shoyo in the kitchen with a pet on the nape of his neck, smoothing down light baby hairs that grow up into the golden tousled strands you know so dearly. your pinky catches onto the chain of the necklace you gave him, which has been worn by him so much there’s a faint tan line.

shoyo turns to pass you an orange wedge, a fresh breeze blowing through and ruffling his hair. you take a bite, and immediately giggle. “your hands are sandy, sho,” you tell him, covering your mouth. “oh no, can you taste it?” he asks, brows furrowed.

“try one,” you say. shoyo complies, tossing a slice in his mouth, and it crunches much more than a juicy orange should. “aw, it is sandy,” he groans. “how do you have sand on you already? you just woke up,” you say, resting your chin on his shoulder.  “i was cleaning off your board so we can go to maresias later,” he replies, nuzzling his cheek to yours. “it should be warm and calm today.” 

you kiss shoyo through a smile. he tastes like sunscreen and citrus. “we’ll go out and relax, then.”

ִֶָ𖧷₊˚˖ strawberry mocha latte – with kei .𓍢ִִ✧˚.

☃ a wintry evening in his apartment ↠ sendai ☃ 回る世界であの娘と / 夜通し踊り続けたい ┊words of love – lamp ☃ drink notes: reminiscent of melted strawberry ice cream and chocolate with a bitter tug of espresso.

kei kicks off his shoes in the genkan of his apartment and wearily flicks on the lights. it’s quiet, save for his shuffling around the house as he gets things ready for your date tonight. the plan is to indulge in chocolate covered strawberries and liquor. 

the microwave hums as kei leans on the countertop to wait for the chocolate to melt. he cracks open the window, cool air brushing his skin. the city sparkles underneath, full of people with their own valentine agenda. it’s odd to think that you’re one of them. 

twenty minutes later, he hears the familiar jingle of your keys at his door, bumping erratically as always. kei opens the door with a smirk, watching as you stumble in with a plastic bag. “i got the kahlua and vodka,” you tell him, breathless. 

“i have the chocolate and the strawberries ready,” he replies, taking the bag from you. he holds out an arm for you to stabilize yourself as you wrench your shoes off. “we can drizzle the toppings later.” 

you grin at him as you straighten up, and he leans down to meet you in a welcoming kiss. “ugh, you ate some without me,” you complain, licking your lips. “just one. to taste,” kei replies, a complacent smile on his face.

he shuts the door behind you and shrugs, the corner of his mouth curving up. “we have all night to eat, anyway.”

[miffytriffy]

Small romantic moments with the Haikyuu guys!

Ft: timeskip all! Hinata Shoyo, Osamu Miya, Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader, reader is mentioned to wear jewelry in Iwaizumi’s part, uses of: pretty, gorgeous, beautiful

A/n: A small valentines special! Sorry this is pretty rushed, I’ve been a little busy lately but I hope you enjoy either way<33

Hinata Shoyo:

If there was one thing he loved most in Brazil, other than volleyball it was dancing. After long days of playing beach volleyball in the scorching hot sun, there was nothing better than going to parties late at night. At first he was clumsy with it, stumbling over his feet and bumping into people, making both him and his friends chuckle. But Hinata is a quick leaner. In almost no time he became a total pro, as he loves to say.

He started to love dancing, but what he loves most is dancing with you. He loves having his hands in yours, teaching you all the different steps he learned. “Close, pretty. It’s three steps to the left” he smiled, the music playing in the background of your kitchen. you playfully scoffed “I know that, Sho.” “Right, of course. my bad.” His hand found your waist, pulling you closer. “just relax, it’s easier like that” Shoyo didn’t move until he felt you relax under his touch, then he started pulling you along again. Your eyes were focused on his feet, to follow his lead, so you completely missed the awestruck look on his face. He couldn’t help himself, you looked so beautiful even when you barely knew what you were doing. It was unfair, every little thing you did made his heart bounce all around his chest. Then when you least excepted it, he suddenly twirled you. before you could even scold him for catching you off guard, you felt his lips on yours. Rolling your eyes, you slowly returned the kiss. his hand found the small of your back, the other cupped your cheek.

Osamu Miya:

“Slowly, darlin’, the food isn’t running from the cutting board” Osamu’s voice rung behind you, as he gently guided your hand to cut the fish. You giggled. It wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t focus, the only person to blame would be he. He was standing so close behind you, touching your hand and guiding you. It was so distracting! You paused for a second, taking a deep breath.

Then, you tried again. slow and careful, like you were gliding. Surely the chopped meat looked a lot less rough and way smoother now. “there ya go, atta girl” He grinned, patting your hip. You smiled to yourself “I’m just the best” his presence behind you left, as he moved to the pot on the stove. he stirred the rice one last time, before turning it off. He was teaching you how to make onigiri, well, actually he was trying out a new recipe with you. He was patient with you, even if you weren’t as skilled as he, he explained it all or helped you out. Even when shaping the riceballs, he cupped your hands, showing you just how much pressure you needed to shape them. Cooking with Osamu was sweet, but the best part was always the eating. “Try first” He told you, holding the freshly made rice ball in front of you. you took a bite. The way your eyes lit up, made him smile a little more than before. “taste good?” He asked, to which you nodded eagerly. “Yeah!” You agreed, mouth still half full. Then again, anything you two made together tasted better than anything in the world.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

After quite a few busy weeks, Hajime finally found himself having some free time. so obviously , he didn’t let the opportunity go to waste. of course not, he already had a restaurant booked the second he saw a free day on his calendar. If he was being honest, he hadn’t been giving you a lot of attention lately. His schedule had been really busy, so he wanted to make up for it.

More minutes than he counted had passed since you entered the bathroom, and he knew that you loved taking your time to get ready. It didn’t bother him, he knew you liked taking your time. Still he couldn’t help himself, he peeked inside the bathroom, eyes searching for you. He really wanted to see what look you were going for for the night. As soon as his eyes found you, he smiled. you were struggling with putting a necklace on, obviously starting to get irritated by the look on your face. “Need help?” hajime asked, stepping behind you. “Yes, please. i can’t close it.” You huffed, looking at yourself in the mirror. A low chuckled escaped him, while he carefully took both ends of the jewerly into his hands. He helped you put it on, then looked up towards the mirror in front of the two of you. You looked absolutely gorgeous, not that you didn’t everyday, but seeing you dressed up after what felt like ages for a nice date really did something to him. “you look so beautiful” He murmured, kissing your nape. “Really? i was gonna say the same to you” you grinned, shivering just a little at the tickle of his touch. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, for a moment he put his chin on your shoulder, just gazing at your reflection. “Do you need a few more minutes?” He asked, to which you nodded. “Alright, I’ll wait”

[dailydenne]

Happy Chocolate Day™

[wisteria-moonlight]

💋 Softdom!Hinata

synopsis: ever find yourself wondering about softdom!Hinata? Never fear! I'm here to save the day... But not your underwear, sorry (i'm not)

cw: MDNI18+, piv, praise, hinata discovers a dacryphilia kink (hot), and then a squiring kink later (double hot), Shōyō Hinata x reader, post timeskip

a/n: i wrote this with a fever and let me tell you, it didn't make it any better. now i'm sick AND turned on fml. not at all proofread-blame the flu

❥ Softdom!Hinata who is so unbelievably gentle with you every time you have sex. There are times when his energy may have him moving you a little faster or harder than usual, but his hands are never not soft and caring when they grace your skin, holding you like you're something so precious-because you are to him.

❥ Softdom!Hinata who can't help the rapid beat of his heart when you shyly ask to take control, pushing him onto the bed and crawling over his body to straddle his lap. His hips flex when his cock fits snugly between your thighs, and a silly little grin twitches at his lips before he can stop it-not that he would or wants to.  

❥ Softdom!Hinata who praises you endlessly, but especially in moments like these. He loves when you take what's yours-him-and doesn't want doubt or embarrassment to creep in and make you second guess yourself. He grips the fatty parts of your hips and waist, nails digging into your skin as he whispers sweet, dirty words that drench your underwear. “Yeah, sweet girl. Use me just like that.” “I’m all yours. Fuck, I love you.” “You look so damn beautiful like this. Like a queen sitting on her throne.” 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who doesn't hold in his moans or sounds of pleasure. He wants you to know how good you make him feel. He needs you to hear his urgency and relief when you raise your hips to line your pussy up with the slick head of his throbbing cock and sink down onto him. He doesn't hesitate to grab one of your hands, tangling your fingers together, while the other grips the nape of your neck and pulls you down until you can feel his heart beat against yours. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who will wait until you ask him to take over. Because even though it turns him on to feel your delicate muscles strain to handle him roughly, hearing you admit that you need him in order to cum fills his head with something primal-biological. He needs you to need him. To know that all you have to do is ask and he’ll take care of you in a way no one else will ever know how. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who smiles gently up at you as soon as the soft words leave your lips. “Sho, I-I need you. Please-” He has you flipped onto your back in seconds, using his muscled, toned body to spread your thighs even further apart as he melts into your plush, warm one. He pulls out, slowly and careful, and then pushes back in with one long thrust that makes your eyes roll back and arch into him, pussy squeezing his cock in a vice. His face is tucked into your neck as he licks and sucks on the sensitive part that makes you gush all over his cock. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who craves the sweet sounds that escape your prettily parted lips. The tiny gasps or the high pitched mewls. Every single one goes straight to his ego, only fueling his carnal desire to bring you pleasure and make you feel good because you make him feel so fucking good. It's only fair he returns the favor. Even the groan of frustration that bubbles out of your throat when he teases you one too many times, and your watery glare, eyelashes lined with tears, that clashes with his right as your bottom lip trembles, makes him dizzy, rhythm faltering. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who gasps from the gorgeous sight and has to force himself to pull out of your warm, tight pussy before he comes. He rubs your clit and hopes it looks and feels like he planned to do that, and not because he just almost came from watching a tear roll down your smooth cheek and pool in the dip of your collarbone. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who realizes that night, as he holds your pliant, naked body tightly against his, that he might like it a little when you cry, and wants to see it again. Not if you are in any pain, of course, or out of sadness or hurt. But he wonders how long he could edge you before you can't hold in the tears anymore and beg him for release through soft sobs. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who shakes his head at the idea almost immediately. He loves you more than anything and would never ask you to participate in something so… Selfishly sadistic. Not when you're his most precious treasure in the world. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who stares at you in complete and utter shock when you offer a small, shy confession a few nights later. “You… You liked what we did the other day, right? When you teased me without letting me cum? I liked it too. We could-we could do it again… If you want.” He feels his heart soar and berates himself for ever doubting your relationship to begin with. Of course, you would see right through him and refuse to let him hide his desires from you. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who sweeps you off your feet and deposits you onto your bed when you start to fidget, doubting even saying anything to begin with. His lips hungrily taste yours and he loves the way you cling to him while you moan in surprise. “Tell me if it's too much. Okay, sweet girl?” 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who edges you and himself for hours that night, not stopping until your face is streaked and stained with tears and you both are panting into each other's mouths as he presses his forehead against yours. Your chest heaves with gentle sobs and your nails dig into his skin, leaving little half-moons that he’ll smile at later in the mirror. “Please, Sho. Please please please. I want to cum. I need to cum. It hurts, Sho. It hurts so bad.” He nods and coos in your ear, hands spreading your thighs once more as he presses his tip against your entrance. “I know, baby. You did so well for me. So damn pretty when you cry. You can cum now, yeah? Cum all over my cock when I slide it into this tight, soaked pussy.” 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who cums as soon as he bottoms out in your tight warmth, feeling you flutter around him before gushing on him, yourself, and the bed. He groans, loud and deep, and collapses on you. Your arms band around his back and he hears you mutter a soft “love you, Sho” before your soft, cute snores reach his ears. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who smiles widely and kisses your lips before he pulls out and moves you gently to the couch so he can change the sheets and get you cleaned up. And when he finally crawls into bed and wraps you tightly in his arms, he quietly wonders how many times he can make you squirt before you beg for mercy.

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Athletes in action = the most interesting poses… Officially joined the Haikyuu bandwagon 🫣

[wisteria-moonlight]

💋 Softdom!Hinata

synopsis: ever find yourself wondering about softdom!Hinata? Never fear! I'm here to save the day... But not your underwear, sorry (i'm not)

cw: MDNI18+, piv, praise, hinata discovers a dacryphilia kink (hot), and then a squiring kink later (double hot), Shōyō Hinata x reader, post timeskip

a/n: i wrote this with a fever and let me tell you, it didn't make it any better. now i'm sick AND turned on fml. not at all proofread-blame the flu

❥ Softdom!Hinata who is so unbelievably gentle with you every time you have sex. There are times when his energy may have him moving you a little faster or harder than usual, but his hands are never not soft and caring when they grace your skin, holding you like you're something so precious-because you are to him.

❥ Softdom!Hinata who can't help the rapid beat of his heart when you shyly ask to take control, pushing him onto the bed and crawling over his body to straddle his lap. His hips flex when his cock fits snugly between your thighs, and a silly little grin twitches at his lips before he can stop it-not that he would or wants to.  

❥ Softdom!Hinata who praises you endlessly, but especially in moments like these. He loves when you take what's yours-him-and doesn't want doubt or embarrassment to creep in and make you second guess yourself. He grips the fatty parts of your hips and waist, nails digging into your skin as he whispers sweet, dirty words that drench your underwear. “Yeah, sweet girl. Use me just like that.” “I’m all yours. Fuck, I love you.” “You look so damn beautiful like this. Like a queen sitting on her throne.” 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who doesn't hold in his moans or sounds of pleasure. He wants you to know how good you make him feel. He needs you to hear his urgency and relief when you raise your hips to line your pussy up with the slick head of his throbbing cock and sink down onto him. He doesn't hesitate to grab one of your hands, tangling your fingers together, while the other grips the nape of your neck and pulls you down until you can feel his heart beat against yours. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who will wait until you ask him to take over. Because even though it turns him on to feel your delicate muscles strain to handle him roughly, hearing you admit that you need him in order to cum fills his head with something primal-biological. He needs you to need him. To know that all you have to do is ask and he’ll take care of you in a way no one else will ever know how. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who smiles gently up at you as soon as the soft words leave your lips. “Sho, I-I need you. Please-” He has you flipped onto your back in seconds, using his muscled, toned body to spread your thighs even further apart as he melts into your plush, warm one. He pulls out, slowly and careful, and then pushes back in with one long thrust that makes your eyes roll back and arch into him, pussy squeezing his cock in a vice. His face is tucked into your neck as he licks and sucks on the sensitive part that makes you gush all over his cock. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who craves the sweet sounds that escape your prettily parted lips. The tiny gasps or the high pitched mewls. Every single one goes straight to his ego, only fueling his carnal desire to bring you pleasure and make you feel good because you make him feel so fucking good. It's only fair he returns the favor. Even the groan of frustration that bubbles out of your throat when he teases you one too many times, and your watery glare, eyelashes lined with tears, that clashes with his right as your bottom lip trembles, makes him dizzy, rhythm faltering. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who gasps from the gorgeous sight and has to force himself to pull out of your warm, tight pussy before he comes. He rubs your clit and hopes it looks and feels like he planned to do that, and not because he just almost came from watching a tear roll down your smooth cheek and pool in the dip of your collarbone. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who realizes that night, as he holds your pliant, naked body tightly against his, that he might like it a little when you cry, and wants to see it again. Not if you are in any pain, of course, or out of sadness or hurt. But he wonders how long he could edge you before you can't hold in the tears anymore and beg him for release through soft sobs. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who shakes his head at the idea almost immediately. He loves you more than anything and would never ask you to participate in something so… Selfishly sadistic. Not when you're his most precious treasure in the world. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who stares at you in complete and utter shock when you offer a small, shy confession a few nights later. “You… You liked what we did the other day, right? When you teased me without letting me cum? I liked it too. We could-we could do it again… If you want.” He feels his heart soar and berates himself for ever doubting your relationship to begin with. Of course, you would see right through him and refuse to let him hide his desires from you. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who sweeps you off your feet and deposits you onto your bed when you start to fidget, doubting even saying anything to begin with. His lips hungrily taste yours and he loves the way you cling to him while you moan in surprise. “Tell me if it's too much. Okay, sweet girl?” 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who edges you and himself for hours that night, not stopping until your face is streaked and stained with tears and you both are panting into each other's mouths as he presses his forehead against yours. Your chest heaves with gentle sobs and your nails dig into his skin, leaving little half-moons that he’ll smile at later in the mirror. “Please, Sho. Please please please. I want to cum. I need to cum. It hurts, Sho. It hurts so bad.” He nods and coos in your ear, hands spreading your thighs once more as he presses his tip against your entrance. “I know, baby. You did so well for me. So damn pretty when you cry. You can cum now, yeah? Cum all over my cock when I slide it into this tight, soaked pussy.” 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who cums as soon as he bottoms out in your tight warmth, feeling you flutter around him before gushing on him, yourself, and the bed. He groans, loud and deep, and collapses on you. Your arms band around his back and he hears you mutter a soft “love you, Sho” before your soft, cute snores reach his ears. 

❥ Softdom!Hinata who smiles widely and kisses your lips before he pulls out and moves you gently to the couch so he can change the sheets and get you cleaned up. And when he finally crawls into bed and wraps you tightly in his arms, he quietly wonders how many times he can make you squirt before you beg for mercy.

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never break a promise. ᯓ★ shoyo hinata. [gn!reader]

synopsis ; shoyo doesn't want his best friend to leave :( warnings ; fluff, best friends to lovers, short kisses wc ; 1367

eyes averted and a pout shifting to his lips, your best friend stares at you.

“do you… really have to go?” he mutters, weakly pinching your shirt’s sleeve.

“yeah, shoyo. i have to go,” you respond, neither happy nor sad. neutral isn’t the right word either—maybe you can be described as “numb”, or you’re just simply too tired.

he opens his mouth to protest, just like he’s been doing each and every time you remind him that you have to leave. but he goes silent. he sighs, lips returning to pout.

“can we at least spend your last day together? all of it,” he mutters again. that’s really just how he’s been talking for the past week or so. you put down the box you’re moving around your room, an understanding small frown lingering on your lips.

“i’d like that,” you offer him a small smile, and his pouted lips quickly change into a happy grin.

your last day in this neighbourhood arrives, the clock striking three o’clock in the morning. you toss and turn in your bed, unable to sleep. maybe it’s the anxiety of moving to a new place…

clink! clink! clink!

you ignore the moderately loud and extremely bothersome clinks at your window, closing your eyes once more to try sleeping.

clink! clink!

you groan, dragging yourself out of your warm bed to check what’s hitting your window. you open your curtains, peering out into the dark night sky. you can’t see anything, so you open your window. bad idea, by the way.

clunk!

a pebble hits your forehead.

“ah! sorry!” you hear someone fail at containing their laughter. it’s shoyo. you feel your glare soften just a bit. you look down from your now open window, from the second storey of your house.

“whatever. what’re you doing here at midnight??” you whisper-shout at him, leaning over the window sill, to look at him better. he gestures for you to come down, but you can’t.

your parents would hear you if you used the stairs. you sigh, watching him point to a tree near your window. you freeze. no way in hell would you climb down a tree! where’s your dignity, you can wait till the mornin—

you grab a jacket and carefully step onto the window sill, grabbing onto a branch on the tree that’s close to your window and carefully sitting on it. you shuffle slowly along the rough surface, until you get to the tree’s trunk and cautiously lower yourself down it. shoyo stands at the stump, helping you down once you’re low enough. his hold on your waist remains even after you get down, gentle and tender hands brushing any dirt off of your shirt.

“we’ve gotta go now, or my parents might catch us out here,” you whisper beside his ear, taking his wrist in your hand and quietly walking out the front yard of your house. after you make it to the end of your street, he takes lead and shifts his hand to be holding your wrist. that’s when it hits you; he hasn’t told you what you’re doing and where he’s taking you. a minute too late, you’ve thought this over, since he starts running, dragging you with him.

“h-hey! shoyo! where are you taking us??” you whisper-shout, trying not to trip over as he keeps running. he laughs in response—not too loud, but he’s not actively trying to be quiet, either. he doesn’t reply to your question, simply flashing you a smile that you’ve learnt—over the years—means “you’ll see”.

eventually, he slows down his running—without warning, making you trip over him—at what, if you squint in the darkness, looks like a park. there wasn’t much at this park; it was mostly grass with a little sand pit, as well as an old gazebo. a bit further into the distance, there’s a big, plain slide that starts on a small hill and ends at the ground level. you and shoyo used to come here together, back when you were really little. and you two hadn’t came back here for a while; years, maybe.

“remember this place?” he laughs as he helps you up from the floor, once again brushing your clothes off. you hum, letting him take your hand and lead you into the gazebo. you both sit down, and despite their being eight sides with eight separate benches to sit on, you both sit down beside each other.

“what made you bring me here tonight?” you ask, voice soft as his eyes and gaze that lingers on you.

“dunno, just felt right. i mean, maybe you don’t remember it, but there’s a promise we made since your mom told us when we were little. i wanted to fulfil my side of it,” he smiles as if reminiscing, placing his hand splayed comfortably beside yours, flat on the bench.

“if you’re gonna be so vague with some kinda “promise”, i obviously won’t remember,” you sigh, placing your hand beside his. you both feel it, you both know you want to do it. so what’s stopping you?

…

whatever is stopping you? from doing it? before you can say or do anything else, you feel shoyo’s pinky finger stretch over a tiny bit to intertwine with yours.

it’s a silent agreement; a silent move. a silent shared moment of joy.

nothing, not even the non-existent clock either of you can see, better known as “time”, can stop you two tonight. or this morning, considering it’s around half past three by now. you talk together, about everything you two have ever done since the day you met to the very moment you two share now. shoyo leaves for a moment, grabbing something from the small sandpit then coming back. he stands in front of you, smiling.

“hey, c’mere,” he takes your hand again, this time intertwining your fingers and somewhat hastily walking out of the gazebo. he walks you further through the simple park, until you two climb up the hill. he flops down onto the floor, patting the spot beside him. you sit down

you both remain silent as you understand what he wanted to show you. your hand finds his again, warm in the cold, early morning air. you don’t notice his eyes flicker to you every few seconds, since your eyes are fixated on the beautiful sunrise. he softly speaks up, watching from the corner of his eye as the vivid, early morning colours illuminate and add natural filters to your already beautiful face.

“i don’t know if you remember, but i promised to take you to see the sunrise one day. and something else…” he scoots a tiny bit closer, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek.

you turn your face and feel yourself lean into the touch, something you remember.

this, the boy you were originally sceptical to meet. this, the boy who lived next door and became your first friend; a fast one, at that. this, the boy who taught you happiness. this, the boy who gave you your first kiss and promised to marry you when you’re older.

oh, that’s the promise.

“do you remember what else i promised?” he laughs as he watches your face change from the realisation.

“uhh, not really…” you sheepishly mutter.

“i promised i’d give you that kiss again, when you leave. your mom told us you’d have to leave at a certain age, so i knew. i just didn’t wanna believe it. well anyways, shall we?” he smiles, waiting for your answer.

and how can you say no??

you nod, leaning in as does he. his lips are as soft as you remember them being that day, tenderly pressing against yours in what you’d maybe call the most heart-felt moment. with him, it’s never not heart-felt.

once you pulled away, breath fanning ever so slightly over his face, you grin. he smiles at you in return—love hazed. you both lay in a comfortable silence, his fingers slowly coming up to touch his lips. as he replays your kiss in his mind over and over, you murmur something that makes him fall impossibly harder for you.

“are we still on for that other promise?”

a/n ; this was for flufftober 2024 🧛

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[miffytriffy]

Missing you after a breakup

"they miss you after a breakup, how do they handle it?" Angst with no comfort (again. I know, sorry guys)

ft: Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi x gn! reader

Hinata Shoyo:

His vision was blurry, Shoyo could barely see the path he was running along, the darkness wasn't helping either. It felt like running towards a black void, tiring out his entire body. His lungs were aching from the cold night air, his cheeks stung from the cold air brushing past them, his nose was running, his legs were getting tired, his breaths heavier, his entire face was cold. So cold, that the tears falling from his eyes felt warm in comparison.

No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't get the picture out of his head. It felt terrible. A few hours ago he had seen you again, after months. Months after your breakup. First all he saw was you, for a moment his heart skipped a beat. He felt his face heat up. You were still just as beautiful as he remembered, all alone too it seemed. You stood in front of a store, gaze wandering through the crowd. The distress on your face wasn't missed by him, even if you two were far apart. His heart was begging him to approach you, ask if you're okay.. but his mind knew better. Because your face suddenly lit up, when a guy approached you. He had a tousled bouquet of flowers in his hands, with an apolegetic smile on his face and breathing heavily. For the first time in his life Shoyo felt an actual Deja vu. He remebered all the times he had been late to your dates, running through half the city with a boquet for you as an apology... You'd always look so upset at first, until he'd flash you his apologetic smile and present you the tousled flowers, making your expression light up again. But this time it wasn't him, it was someone else. Someone who looked absolutely nothing like him. The guy was signifiantly taller, darker hair, more composed... A single tear rolled down his cheek, making him snap out of his never ending thoughts. Shoyo quickly wiped his eyes. No crying in public. That was his first instinct. He didn't want to break down in the middle of the city for everyone to see,especially not when you were just a street further away from him. He had to get out of there. Quick.

Which lead him to the place he was in right now. Running usually helped him blow off steam, calm down and get back to himself. But not even that helped him right now. He felt helpless. Helpless and devastated. You'd come back together, he always told himself that. You'd find each other again, he always comforted himself with that after your sudden breakup. But now it was no use anymore. You weren't his anymore, he realized. It made him stop running and just stare ahead of himself. The path was still a blurred darkness, full of nothing. His entire body ached, every last nerve was freezing from the cold and hurting from the running, the tears on his cheeks might as well have frozen in place too. With the back of his hand, he wiped his nose. A deep breath, turned into a broken sob. He missed you so bad.

Kageyama Tobio:

The one who broke the relationship up was him. So why did it hurt him so bad? It didn't make sense. He wasn't supposed to be hurting, wasn't supposed to miss you and definitely wasn't supposed to be hurting so much. But he did. He hurt like hell. Everyday he missed you more and more. Why did he even break up with you? He'd often ask himself, then he'd remember his stupid answer when you asked the same question. 'I need to focus on myself' He was so stupid.

For two months, he managed to ignore the bitter feelings of guilt in his gut. Two months he pretended they weren't there. Now it all came crashing down on him. While cleaning his room he found your old shirt. It was tossed somewhere in a corner of his miserable room, where he couldn't see it. Up until now. He held the fabric in his hands, not knowing what to do or feel. It wasn't supposed to be here, wasn't supposed to be in his room. you were never coming back for it anyway. 'Are you serious?' You asked, standing in front of him. Your face flushed, not in embarrassment, but from anger. Tears builded up in your waterline, blurring your vision, threatening to overflow anytime. Kageyama awkwardly cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze as he looked to the side. He couldn't meet your eyes. 'Yeah' "Why? Where is this coming from?" He hadn't ever heard you sound so desperate, sad and furious all at once. "It's not you, I just need to focus on myself." He said, casually, like talking about the weather, his eyes dared to drift back to your face. Tears were already streaming down your face, there was nothing other than disappointment and anger in your eyes. "... Okay." you huffed. You knew it was a weak lie, that wasn't the reason. But you saw no point in pushing for the truth when a liar was standing in front of you. A few deep breaths, followed by a few steps, until you started walking away from him. Didn't matter where to, just away.

His face twisted at the memory of you simply walking away without a fight, prove to you having given up on fighting anymore. The heavy feeling in his chest was still the exact same as that day, even now, months later. Truth was, he really was going through a difficult time after having lost to Seijoh. He acted on impulse, he was convinced he needed to train more. For that he needed more time, so he broke up with you. He felt like that was the easiest option, but was it really? Was breaking up with you really the only way to fix his issue back then? Sure he had more free time now, but when he wasn't at school, wasn't training, wasn't with his friends.... he was alone. And he missed you. Often he'd open his phone, looking at your last message from months ago. His fingers would hover above his keyboard. He wanted to text you. But what was he even going to say? "hey, found ur old shirt. Want it back?" That was too awkward, even for him. For a good few minutes, he stared at the chat with a blank mind, He couldn't figure out any words to say. If you wanted your shirt back, you'd text him. Surely you had to notice it was missing? There was no need for him to text you, he told himself. So he closed the chat. Kageyama kept the shirt, hidden in a corner of his closet, he couldn't bring himself to throw it away.

Tsukishima Kei:

He acted like he didn't care, even as you stood in front of him.

"Look, Kei. If you're not going to... then maybe we're not meant for each other." He glanced at our face, it was obvious you were waiting for him to object. To change your mind. He saw the last bit of hope fade from your eyes as he nodded. "Okay then... I think we should break up." You swallowed the heavy lump in your throat, keeping yourself together. There was no backing out anymore, you had to say it.For months he kept on acting like he didn't care about you. From the start you knew he'd be cold, but you hoped he'd come around eventually. It was just that he never did. No matter how big or small your accomplishment, he never seemed fazed. Like it didn't matter. You really tried to convince yourself you could push through, but there was only so much your heart could take. "Fine by me"

Even after months, he could still remember the devastated look on your face. Tsukishima wasn't stupid, far from it, he knew you were hoping for him to fight for your forgivness. But he was too full of himself for that back then. Now, if he could go back in time, he'd tell you he'd change. Do better. He had grown a lot since that interaction, now he came to realize that he, despite telling himself otherwise, missed you. Why now of all times? He was originally going through his old notes, to study for an upcoming test, and saw all the old scribbles you left in his book back when you used to study toghether. He looked at all the hearts and smilies you drew for him, it left a tightness in his chest. His mind wandered back to all the times you came over so he could help you. For the first few minutes you'd at least pretend to be interested, but it never lasted long. Usually you'd always end upjust staring at him, with your mind elsewhere. Back then it annoyed him more than he'd show, but now he'd do anything to have you look at him with that look in your eyes again. That dreamy look full of adoration, one he hadn't seen in what felt like forever. Kei wasn't one to cry, he almost never cried. That just wasn't his style. He closed the book shut, standing up from his desk.

The cold water from the sink splashed against his face, an attempt to help himself snap out of it. No matter how many times he did it again, he soon had to realize that it was futile. A small sigh slipped past his lips while he dried his face with a towel. When he went back to his room, he looked at the book again. How he regretted his indifference.

Sugawara Koushi:

If he had known what arguing with you would lead to, he would've kept his mouth shut. He would've hugged you instead, anything really. Anything to make you stay. Your argument was dumb, you were overwhelmed and just snapped at him out of nowhere. He tried to calm you down, but it didn't work. He should'be kept his calm, just a little longer. Maybe then he wouldn't have had to hear that you were breaking up with him.

"Kou, I'm sorry about yesterday, it's just.. I've not been feeling well lately. I don't think I'm in the right place for a relationship right now.." You looked into his eyes, watching the realization spread across his face. "Nono- we can make it work, trust me. I'm here for you, really, anything you need I'll be there-" "I mean it, Kou. I can't do this." You cut his desparte attempt of changing your mind off. "Please, I'll change- I promise I'll never argue with you again! I'm so sorry-" "This isn't about the argument, or you. It's just what I feel would be best for us right now." You looked away from his eyes. It was impossible to look at him, when he looked so heartbroken by your words, with glassy eyes. Silence filled the air until he sighed. "Okay then, but if you need anything- just text me"

Even if he tried to convince you that you could make it work, apologizing and promising to never argue with you again, it was useless. You told him you couldn't do it at the moment and that you were sorry. The way you looked at him made him believe that you stopped loving him way before the breakup even happened. Two weeks later he walked home from school, but took a different route this time, the longer one, he felt like it. At first he didn't realize, but when he walked past a familiar streetlamp. One with a big scratch across it, the one you had your first kiss underneath. He still remembered it so well. So well it hurt. He felt the tears well in his eyes, his breathing growing uneven. How did it even come to an end so quick? Back then, when you first kissed underneath that exact streetlamp, he would've never guessed you would break up with him someday. It never even crossed his mind, he was convinced you'd be happy together even in the future. If only he had noticed sooner, noticed the way you were growing colder everyday. He could've tried harder, could've changed your mind.

Koushi shook his head, blinking the tears away. "Get it together." He whispered to himself under his breath, turning his head away from the lamp. It was no use anymore, your mind was made up. He had to live with it, even if he didn't want to, he had to walk home. He couldn't just stay glued in place, dreaming about a memory that was never going to repeat again. He continued walking, with an ugly sorrowness in his chest. Luckily, he managed to make it back home without shedding another tear. But the moment he layed on his bed, with his face in his pillow, he started crying. Bitter tears fell from his eyes, soaking the pillow underneath him.

Azumane Asahi:

When you broke up with him, he just smiled. He told you it was okay, he understood it. That was the first time he had ever lied to you, because no, it wasn't okay and no he didn't understand. He didn't want to beg you to stay, he wanted you to be happy. Even if it meant leaving him, he still told you with a smile that it was alright.

"Maybe it's better if we break up, Asahi. I feel like this isn't working out." Your eyes avoided his, which was probably for the better. Your heart wouldn't have been able to take the way his entire face dropped and went pale. "Why? Did I do something?" That was his first worry, of course. You could've smiled at his question that was so undeniably him, but didn't. Instead you shook your head no. "No, I just... I feel like that'd be for the better." Asahi didn't understand, but he knew better than to push you. He swallowed the lump in his throat, clearing his throat in hopes of making his voice sound steady before nodding "That's alright, I understand." But he didn't. He didn't understand and despite not looking like it too much on the outside, he was panicking inside, his stomach was hurting, his heart was racing and he felt like dropping to his knees to beg you to stay with him. There was so much he wanted to say, to remind you of everything you promised him, everything you told him, every declaration of love. The only thing keeping him from that was the thought that it wouldn't make you happy, so he didn't. He wanted you to be happy, always. "Thank you, Asahi."

Now after a few weeks, he still layed in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Today he had seen you on the bus, you were entering the bus as he stepped through to leave. It was a short reunion with no words and only a second of eye contact, but enough to plague his mind for the entire day. Seeing your eyes again after so long, he couldn't help doubting his choice. What if he had broken down, begging you to stay like he originally wanted to? Would you have changed your mind? Was there even a way to change your mind, or were you already decided with no way to return? It was hard for Asahi to wrap his head around the fact that you weren't his anymore, didn't love him anymore. Could you really stop loving him? Back when he used to look at your eyes after you kissed him, he saw nothing but love in them. Nothing but adoration. If he knew what was to come, he would've held you tighter, treasured you twice as much as he did.

Maybe then he could've changed the outcome.

[tsumuus]

literally cannot find a single haikyuu x reader fic rn that i haven’t alr read or meets my needs for my nightly routine and im going insane please i just need some iwaizumi fluff or atsumu or suna or kuroo lit anyone from haikyuu but i literally can’t for some reason and its pissing me off like i need my daily dose before i go to bed

[lagooneah]

Fucking love this loser

[miffytriffy]

Sneaking around!

"getting caught making out w hq boys!" suggestive!!! ft: Hinata Shoyo, Suna Rintaruo, Yaku Morisuke x gn!reader

Hinata Shoyo:

Originally you planned to watch a movie with Hinata at his house, in his room.

Instead hot and heavy breaths filled the four walls, along with the faint sound of the long forgotten movie playing from his old laptop. He was palming your waist, keeping you sat on his thigh while his tongue slipped past your lips. You kissed him back, tugging at his hair. The muscles of his thigh flexed underneath you with every rock of your hips, just right. Almost like his body knew exactly what you needed. Tilting his head up by gripping his jaw, you kissed him deeper. More more and more. You needed him more than anything. "please Sho" you gently whimpered against his lips. "Shhh" he shushed you, pressing his lips against yours again. You tugged his hair, making him jerk his head back. He breathed heavily, looking up at you with nothing more than need. His hands slipped under your shirt, making your skin tingle at the sudden warmth of his palms over your bare hips. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He started kissing your neck, while you continued grinding down on his thigh. Soft moans and breaths left you. His palms rolled over your hips, moving you in his own rhythm suddenly. "Sho- f-fuck!" You gasped.

Suddenly the door of his room burst open, making both of you freeze.

"Shoyo! Have you seen my pencil case?" Natsu asked, peeking inside. "No, I haven't." He answered her, with a groan, keeping his forehead against your shoulder, probably to hide his flustered face. There goes your moment.

Suna Rintarou:

He had been waiting all day, watching you pass him in the halls quickly between classes. But now he finally had you to himself. The two of you were in an empty classroom, school had finished, you should be fine. Suna was sure of that, just like you. He stood between your legs, kissing you as you sat on a desk. Your hands were tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling him closer as you pleased. He hummed against your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth while you moaned. Your tongue pushed against his, while your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him even closer. Suna felt himself growing dizzy, partly because he reallly fucking needed to breathe. He squeezed your thigh, a sign for you to ease up. Relucantly you pulled away, watching him pant and looking at the pretty blush dusting his cheeks. "You're so pretty" He muttered, while you pulled him closer by the tie of his uniform. A smile stretched across your lips, while your fingers loosened his tie. "Kiss me again" And who was he to deny you? His hand started wandering up your thigh in the middle of your kiss, making you whimper.

"YOOO!" A familiar voice boomed through the empty classroom. Your eyes widened in shock while a huge sense of dread and annyoance washed over you. You probably overheard the door opening. Suna didn't even seem fazed anymore. You peeked at the loud twin over Suna's shoulder, your brows furrowing. "You're the worst"

Yaku Morisuke:

Practice ended thirty minutes ago almost, but Yaku was still in the changing room. You were supposed to go on a date, so you came by when practice ended to walk into town with Yaku. But he wasn't done changing, so he asked you to stay just a bit longer with him. One thing lead to another and you were pushed against one of the many lockers, with his knee between your thighs while he kissed your neck. You tilted your head to the side, letting him kiss down your neck. "Yaku..." You moaned, your entire body squirming when he started nibbling on a more sensitive part of your neck. You felt your knees buckle underneath you, but he was quick to steady you with two strong hands on each side of your hips. "I got you" He whispered. Then he lifted his head, going back to kissing you. You parted your lips for him, letting him take control. The kiss was needy and hungry, like he couldn't get enough of you. Because he honestly couldn't. His hands wandered from your hips to your thighs, lifting one just a bit so he could hear you moan against him at the friction. He pulled away, only a string of saliva connecting the two of you. For a moment he just took the sight of you in. You were breathing heavily, your lips were swollen from his kisses and he couldn't help himself. He leaned in again, barely giving either of you time to propely breathe. You felt his teeth gently bite down on your lower lip and you both whimpered in perfect sync.

So perfect you didn't hear the door opening.

"YAKU-SAN!?" You both stopped instantly. The voice was so familiarly loud, you could imagine his expression without even having to look at him. Never before have you wanted to sink into the floor so badly. And Yaku hadn't felt so pissed in a while. "LEV! GET OUT!"

[miffytriffy]

PLZZZ Make a part 2 of the jealous fic you wrote but they all make up and have fluff in them 🥺🥺

Forgivness is key

"after recieving a proper apology, the reader forgives them for their mistake" part two of jealousy! Comfort after Angst ft: Follo, Enjin, Tamsy x fem!reader

a/n: I couldn't pick between a good or bad ending, so I'm doing both. I decided to post both answers back to back because I got them around the same time. I didn't want to write both identical (that'd be boring) so I tried to change it a little... tysm for the request!!<33

Follo:

It really took a toll on him. He didn't mean to hurt you, he never did. But it happened anyway. He also knew that he had to make it up to you somehow. Even throughout the night, while the guilt was eating from the inside up, he ended up falling asleep. Throughout the day, he thought about ways to fix his mistake. By lunch he came to the conclusion: he should just apologize again, try it differently this time. Maybe wording it diffrently would help you forgive him. He really hoped so at least. Meanwhile you were still sour about the whole thing. Last night also wasn't the best sleep of your life. Just what was going on in Follo's head? The question couldn't leave your mind, no matter how hard you tried to leave it. You didn't understand. Why would he let that girl sit across him and look so... ugh! You don't even know what he looked like.. casual about it? frustrated? uncomfortable? intrested? You had absolutely no idea. Still you tried not to make it get between you and your daily routine. You kept going on about your day as usual. After what felt like the thoughest day of your life (simply because your mind wouldn't shut up) you were finally able to rest and lay down on your bed. You sighed, closing your eyes. For a moment you thought you might be able to fall asleep, but a faint knock on your door disturbed your peace.

"Come in" You said, quickly sitting up again. You expected a lot of people, but definetly not Follo. He awkwardly smiled at you. "Hi, sorry about disturbing you" Not knowing what to say, you just shook your head. "Why'd you come here so late?" You asked instead. His eyes wandered to the side for a mere moment "I.. wanted to talk about yesterday." The reminder of yesterday's event made your shoulders tense a bit and the uneasy feeling in your stomach return. You nodded anyway, urging him to speak. He took a deep breath then started speaking again. "I... I should have acted quicker. I shouldn't have just sat there. Look- I know this isn't the first time I took too long to act-.." He knew he let you down in public more times than he would like to admit. He often lacked the courage or quick thinking to act, so usually you always had to defend yourself. Last night was just one of many examples. "I know I always say this- but this time I mean it. It won't happen again, this was the last time. I'm really sorry." Only when his eyes met yours again you felt like he meant it. "Okay... But this is your last chance." You eventually agreed. Next thing you knew he hugged you, tight. Bone crushing almost.

It felt like a major weight had been lifted off Follo's shoulders when you forgave him. "I promise I won't let you down again!" That night he slept in your bed again.

Enjin:

It didn't sit right in his stomach, everytime he remembered your expression when you saw him with the woman, his chest tightened painfully. He tried to wait it out, but after barely half a day he couldn't take it anymore. He knew he had already apologized once, but maybe you needed a second apology to forgive him. He was willing enough to do anything for your forgivness. So he looked for you, he looked every place he could possibly think of. But you were nowehre to be found. So lastly his feet took him to the front of your door. He softly hit his knuckles against the dark wood of your door, waiting for a reply. Nothing. "Babe? You okay? It's me, Enjin. Can we talk?"

It didn't take too long after that, the door opened. You looked tired, in all senses. Your hair was a mess, your eyes were sleepy and had dark bags underneath... "Did I wake you?" He asked. You nodded "It's okay." Stepping aside, you let him enter your room. For a second he didn't speak, carefully going over the words in his head once again. He was gonna make it right again, for sure this time. "Listen- I'm really sorry about what happened." He gently caressed your arm. "I shouldn't have let her get so close to me, it was wrong of me to not say anything. I know this isn't the first time it has happened... But I promise it's the last time." He looked into your eyes, searching for forgivness, Your eyebrows furrowed. "You always say that" Right. He did. He awkwarldy cleared his throat "I know, baby. I really mean it though. I would never cheat on you ever. They can't compare to you" He gently cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb over your skin. "You're the only woman I want." You didn't need to say anything, Enjin saw the hesitation of believing him in your eyes. He sighed, putting his other hand on the small of your back. "Tell me what to do to make you believe me, I'll do it. I'll do anything just to have you by my side." He continiued trying to coax the forgivness out of you, and he could see that it was working slowly. Your eyes softened. His sincere voice and sweet words were really tugging at your heartstrings. You knew that what he had done a few nights prior was wrong, but then again it might really just have been you misunderstanding? You weren't sure anymore, but the longer Enjin's touch lingered, the more your resolve crumbled. "You mean that?" His hand pulled your face closer to his. "Every last word." He reassured you, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Please forgive me, doll." He pleaded with you again, his voice soft and gentle. You couldn't help it, his entire being made your knees weak. So you gave in, again with a little nod. He smiled, kissing your forehead. "thank you"

Tamsy:

He didn't come back for a while. You wondered where he went to, was he coming back? Somewhere deep down you worried that he was hurt. Still you tried to distract yourself from your endless thoughts. When you went to sleep he still hadn't come back and it left a bitter feeling all throughout your body.

The next morning when you woke up you tried to pretend like everything was fine, made yourself your favourite breakfast... you followed your usual routine, trying to make yourself believe everything was okay. But was it? Did you really overreact yesterday? Tamsy's words didn't leave your head even for a second. It worried you. Maybe this time you really went overrboard... Today you decided not to go outside. You didn't feel like it. Your eyes kept on wandering to the door, hoping to see the dorknob turn and have him come back. But even if he did, you weren't sure how to feel about it. You were worried yes, but his words still stung and left an angry feeling in your chest. The entire day was spent waiting and waiting until your wish finally became true. The doorknob turned and revealed Tamsy. He looked at you. For the first time in your life you felt relief and anger at the same time, it all came rushing right through you. "Tamsy.. you're back." It was all you managed to say with the storm of emotions going through you.

He nodded "I am." Then he stepped closer. His eyes looked over you. "Are you still upset?" He asked. You thought about it for a moment. Then you nodded. "Yeah, pretty much." You weren't sure what to expect from him. Silence took over while Tamsy let it linger, until his voice broke the building tension. "I understand that. I'm sorry if my words hurt your feelings, though I hope you understand that your reaction was wrong." Was it really? You couldn't help asking yourself. "Really? I think it was reasonable." You retorded. "It was definetly an emotional reaction." He said, to that you agreed somewhat... The longer you thought about it the more you felt guilty. Was Tamsy really right? Maybe you did overreact. The more you thought it about it, the worse your stomachache got, So you swallowed, before giving in. "I'm sorry too." He nodded, smiling just a little. He opened his arms for you. You didn't waste a second and hugged him tight, unbekown to you, he once again had it go his way. "It's okay." He reassured you, gently stroking your back.

[miffytriffy]

THERE BETTER BE A PART TWO OF "Jealousy" 😭😭😭 like it's either angst with comfort or double down and make them break up 🤭

When Jealousy Doubles Down

"part 2 of jealousy, but it escalates into a breakup" Angst no comfort ft: follo, enjin, tamsy x fem!reader

a/n: I love this idea, I'm gonna make it double down :) though I also wrote the version where they make up ! Tysm for the request <333

Follo:

That same night both of you slept alone, in separate beds. Guilt was gnawing at every ounce of his body, he could barely take it anymore. It hurt. He wanted you beside him more than anything, wanted to make it right and have you back in his bed with him. Instead the other side, your side, was empty. Slowly he turned his head to the side, looking over to it. A frustrated groan escaped him. He turned again, this time smashing his face in his pillow. He was so stupid, and he knew it. It all could have been avoided, if only he had told her to back off. But he didn't. Frozen in place like an idiot he sat there and let her do whatever she wanted. If only he had said something, anything useful. You'd be with him. It would've been a date like any other, not a complete disaster. But it didn't go his way. It never does. His hand gripped the sheet beside his pillow, balling into a fist. You deserved better than what he did, he knew that.

For the rest of the night, he couldn't sleep. Not that he wanted to, but even if he did he wouldn't have been able to. His mind was completly consumed by what happened, your disappointed face, the way you picked at your food all night and most of all the last conversation you had together. He kept on thinking of ways to make up for it again, but he coudln't figure it out. He knew he didn't mean to look disloyal, but he also knew that it looked exactly like that to everyone else. After countless hours of pondering for a solution and a few stray tears, he decided to just to try and say sorry again when you calmed down. The next morning, at the breakfast table, follo kept on toying with his food rather than eating. He had no appetite. Just when he was about to go ahead and search for you, Tomme stopped him. "Follo? Where are you going? We have a mission today, remember?" He wasn't upset at Tomme, she didn't know about last night. No one did. So he just played along. "Right, I forgot. Sorry" He sheepishly smiled, trying to ignore the frustration bubbling up in his chest.

The mission was shit. He coudln't focus properly, resulting in him getting hurt more than usual. Throughout the entire card ride he faked being asleep, just to avoid speaking. He didn't feel like it at all. When they were back, he wanted to drag himself towards his room. His entire body ached. But then his eyes spotted you, also in the hall. You were probably walking towards your own room. Suddenly all exhaustion and frustration left him. He called out your name before he could think twice, running towards you. You turned to him. Now he was face to face with you and it really hit him how much he missed you. Though the relief was short lived, you furrowed your eyebrows, giving him a questioning look. "What's up?" Really? Not even a Hi? Follos swallowed the words down his throat to avoid further conflict. "Can we please talk?" He asked you, with those big and pleading eyes. They always tugged at your heartstrings, you couldn't tell him off, even if you were upset with him. So you nodded, he didn't miss the few extra seconds it took though. Soon enough he ended up in the familiar space of your room, but this time the air wasn't filled with warmth. It was thick. slowly suffocating him. Your eyes starred right back into his, arms crossed as you both stood in the middle of your room, waiting for him to start speaking. The words were suddenly stuck in his throat the second he tried to say anything. He couldn't. He was scared, scared of messing up again. But what scared him more was your silence, and intense gaze. "I'm sorry." He managed to choke out. A scoff slipped past your lips quicker than you woudl've liked for it to happen "You should be." If your words weren't enough, your bitter tone definetly made it obvious that you were beyond hurt and dissappointed. Follo understood that, he really did. But did you have to be so mean to him? "Look I get that you're upset and I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you." He tried to reason with you. His eyes were desparetly searching for an ounce of understanding in yours. But it was futile. You were still steaming with anger. "Follo. It's common sense to not let a girl sit in your date's seat, unless you want the other girl to be your date instead." He sighed. "You didn't even listen to my side of the story, please-" "What side? What's there to tell that wasn't obvious?" You bit back, not even letting him finish. You didn't like that he was saying the same things as last night, he could have at least bothered to think of something different if he was able to leave you waiting for an entire day. "She didn't leave, I told her I have a girlfriend." "Did you say that you were there with your girlfriend?" You asked. He stopped for a second. "I... I was about to!" The moment those words left his mouth, he saw the way your entire demanour changed. "Why didn't you tell her from the start!? Isn't it logic to tell her first things first!?" Follo couldn't hold it in anymore, he finally said the thing that had been on his mind the entire time. "Can I make one mistake? You're acting like I asked her out!" "One? Seriously? One mistake?" He was going to reply, but you kept going. "One mistake. So all the other times you left me to defend myself in public were intentional? All those times I was being humiliated and you just stood and watched, those weren't mistakes?" You reminded him of all the times he left you hanging. Everytime someone made a fleeting insulting comment about you in public, Follo suddenly turned mute. It was a mayor flaw of his. He never reacted on time. It was always too late. "That's not what I meant-!" He tried to defend himself. stepping closer to you. He took your hand in his. "Listen- I'll change I'll-" You shook your head no at the familiar apology. He always said he would change, but the change never came. Last night had been your last straw. He'd never get to leave you hanging again and then make empty promises about changing ever again.

"No. No more Follo, I'm done. We're over." You let go of his hands. His eyes looked at you, as if he didn't understand what you just said. "What do you mean?-" The crack in his voice didn't miss your ears. Your demanour cracked just a little, it hurt. But you were going to stand your ground. "No more, I'm breaking up with you." You repeated yourself. All the tears that gathered in his eyes during the conversation started flowing down his cheeks. "Wait- don't do this to me. Please, baby. I- I'll be better. Please stay." His voice wavered while he cried, his hands reached for you but he stopped. They were shaking just a bit. "I'm serious, Follo. I can't do this anymore." Each word you spoke made your chest tighten. Follo let out a shaky exhale. He knew you well enough by now to know he couldn't do anything to chance your mind. Not anymore. It was too late. For a second he qas quiet, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He breathed in, trying to keep his voice steady "Alright then."

That night, he cried himself to sleep.

Enjin:

Enjin didn't chase after you. You'd come back around eventually. At least he told himself that. But he was beyond wrong. You didn't, whenever your eyes met his, you didn't even smile let alone speak to him. You treated him like a ghost. For three entire days you two didn't speak, like you were two strangers. Two strangers who never loved each other. Enjin told himself it was just a small phase of yours, you'd come around again sooner or later for sure. He kept on repeating it to himself, as if your relationship wasn't slipping right through his fingers the same way sand would. He hid his worries pretty well, even on missions, when eating, speaking or just standing. No one could guess what was going on in his head. Not a single idea about how badly he was trying to convince himself that it was fine. Three entire days. On the fourth night he coudln't take it anymore. He had to reach out to you.

It felt like the universe was keeping him from doing exactly that though, no matter where or when he looked he couldn't find you. Almost like you were avoiding him. Either way, by the end of the fourth day he decided to knock on your door. Surely you'd be in your room so late at night. To his luck the door opened, revealing you standing there. Your hair was messy, your eyes still half asleep, even your voice was still groggy "What now, Enjin?" Why did he have to show up so late? It annoyed you more than you let it show, you really wanted to sleep. "Sorry, doll. I didn't mean to wake you." He gave you a smile, as if nothing had happened. "I just wanted to see how you're doing." That irked you. Really? After four days of not speaking after an argument he was just going to act like nothing had happened? Still you indulged in his game of play-pretend and nodded. "I'm okay." Enjin knew you were lying to his face, but he didn't bother pushing for the truth. He already knew it anyway. "Can I come in?"

You let him enter your room, hoping that he'd finally apologize like he meant it. Instead he acted like everything was fine. He put a hand on your cheek, lightly caressing it. "You look so pretty" His hand pulled your face closer, slowly. Normally you'd be overwehlmed with butterflies fluttering in your stomach, but this time you felt nothing other than frustration bubbling in your chest. You placed your hands on his chest, shoving him back. Why couldn't he address the issue? Confusion spread across his features at your sudden shove, he didn't get to question it out loud though. "Why do you act like everything is fine?" You suddenly asked. Quiet. "Sorry?" was the only thing he could manage. "Don't act like the incident at the bar never happened!" You said. Enjin sighed, realizing that there was no avoiding the conversation this time. "I thought we made up. You ran off and I gave you space, plus I already apologized." You scoffed "You didn't give me space, you just avoided the problem. And of course I ran away! It's not the first time this happened, you know it just as well as I do." Looking into your eyes, his chest panged at the dissappointed look you gave him. "When are you going to stop?" You asked. Your question was met with silence. "You know I didn't do anything" He retorded. "But were you that far from doing something? It didn't look like it." He ran a hand through his hair "Fine, next time I'll ignore when someone tries to speak to me." That was old, you heard it all before. He never changed. "No, Enjin. This isn't working out." You looked into his eyes "I can only forgive so much. I'm tired." His heart started racing, there was no way you were going to do what he thought. "No- wait, doll, I promise." His hand desparetly reached for yours, but you pulled away. "No. We're over." The words tasted bitter on your tongue. it hurt. But you knew it was better for the long run.

"Are you serious?" His voice was laced with disbelief, every fiber in his body was begging for you to tell him no, that you didn't mean it. But you nodded. And he knew he had to respect your decision. "That's alright."

On the same night, he ended up in the same bar as last time. This time what used to be your seat remained empty all night.

Tamsy:

For an entire week, Tamsy didn't show up. You were dead worried, was that really his last straw? Was he ever coming back? Was he okay? Did you really overdo it this time? Those were all questions plaguing your mind for the entire time he was gone. The constant uneasy ache in your stomach made it hard to eat, sleep.. do anything actually. You didn't get it. Was he really unbothered enough to ghost you for a week? Or was he too hurt to reach out? You didn't even know, trying to read his emotions was like trying to read an ancient scroll. It was impossible.

So the morning you woke up and went to make yourself breakfast, you almost jumped out of your skin. There he was, standing in your kitchen and brewing coffee like nothing had happened. What was wrong with him?! You knew he came in with the spare key you gave him, but it still irked you. "Tamsy!? What are you doing here?" You asked, your tone sounded both angry and suprised. But defiently not happy. "Good morning to you too" He turned around, his face still calm as ever. "No! You can't pretend that everything is fine now! Where were you? Why didnt you come back!? Do you know how-" "You asked me to leave." He reminded you. "If you hadn't hurt I wouldn't have done that!" He leaned his back against the counter, his entire demanour relaxed. You didn't understand, was this a game to him? Did it even mean anything to him ever when you were hurt? "Can you at least pretend to care? Just once?" You asked. You hadn't even realized that you were crying until the tears rolled down your cheeks, but you didn't even bother wiping them away anymore. It hurt. He shook his head "I do care. It's why I gave you space, I hoped you would calm down by a week." "No! You avoided me. You left me behind with all this-"

Tamsy walked closer to you, brushing the stray hair behind your ear. "I'm here now. You can calm down now, it's okay." He tried to soothe you, but you werent't having it. Not anymore. "It's not! You don't just get to run away- and come back acting like it's okay" He cupped your cheek. "You're letting your emotions get the better of you. There was never an issue to begin with, you created it with your emotional outburst." Those words were your last straw. "It's always my fault isn't it?" He always blamed it on you being impulsive, sensitive, whatever he wanted. He always turned the tables. making you believe it was your fault and never his. But you saw through his game now. And it made you sick. "I'm so done with you Tamsy- I really am." You pushed his hand away from your face. It caught him off guard, he wasn't expecting you to suddenly stand your ground. "Listen- we're done." You said it before you could think. Tamsy didn't fight your words, he just nodded. "Fine with me."

After he left, his coffee remained on the table. It had already gone cold. You looked at the mug. It left a bitter feeling in your gut and your eyes stung a little more than before, Was ending it really the right decision?