Ai mozin, soube que tu perdeu a tua conta, espero que você recupere tudinho e que "volte" a ser como era, vou começar a acompanhar porque eu achei o seu trabalho a perfeição.
HEY!! Sorry my bad english, im brazillian. could you do it like, like they get secret love letters? please!
they: tsukki, nishinoya, kyotani and tendou plz
Masterlist
Characters: Tsukishima, Nishinoya, Kyōtani and Tendō
Tsukishima Kei X Reader
He ignored the first one. Straight up left it on the desk. *in front of others*
Went back and got it later once everyone left. At first, he has convinced himself that he was just going to read it for fun, as a joke, but deep down he wanted to know who it was and what they have written.
He was restless during the entire practice because he wanted to go back home and read it.
Once he has was home he didn't even change and got to reading.
As he opened it, the first thing that he searched for, is the name but since it was a secret letter he didn't find it.
But as he read it, he smiled like a goofball thinking that someone is out there who likes his snarky comments!
As he got more he started smiling a bit more and he kept them around him all the time. This one time Hinata almost found them in Tsukki's bag. Poor shorty is still confused to this day, what he did wrong with trying to shift Tsukki's bag to the shelf instead of the floor.
But this one time he caught you by accident and you went all red. He definitely noticed that and said, "Wanna go get some milkshakes?" No comments? At All? You were surprised by that and to your surprise, he was really nice to you. Because you gave him many opportunities to troll you but he just cute smiled and a pat on top of your head.
Nishinoya Yū
This boy at first thought it was a prank or something and cracked a joke to his friends "It can't be none of you, look at the handwriting, you all can only wish to be this good at it."'
This was his way of making sure that they don't take it seriously. But he on the other hand is determined to find out the person behind it.
Because this is way too cute okay? He now needs to MARRY the person behind these letters.
With every new one, he got it was like a trap for you. But this one time you fell for it and he found out that it was you.
"Why didn't you tell everything to me directly?" he said leaning to the door frame of the class as you were dropping another letter on his desk. You got tomato red! "Well, I loved the chase anyway. Now you really wanna go to that cafe you mentioned in one of these?" he said as he walked closer to you.
As you nodded yes, this guy sighed as if the weight of the world was lifted off him! This idiot was still not sure if you'll go out with him or not.
Kentarō Kyōtani X Reader
When he saw the first one, he was about to throw it was thinking that it is just another piece of paper, no cap.
But then he opened it to make sure again and once he read it, his head shot up with a jerk as if he'll find the person looking back at him.
He looked around frantically to see if anyone was watching or not but no one was so he gave it a thought first and then kept it in his bag and left the classroom. You saw everything through the window reflection.
What bothered you was that his facial expression never changed, they did when he shot his head up but to your disliking, it was more of an angry one.
But you thought of trying one more time but this time you got caught because he was on high alert ever since.
"Why," he said looking at you with the same angry expressions, and honestly your soul left your body for a second but you didn't show it, "because I like you" you replied trying to look confident. "Exactly, why?" he replied back without changing his expression.
"What do you mean why?" you said a bit annoyed. There was a silence as he literally just watched you *as he internally screamed*
"Meet me after school, let's get some ice cream." his angry face turned into a smirk and honestly it gave you butterflies seeing him smiling.
He dropped you back to your class with a few small talks with people staring at both of you all the while.
Satori Tendō X Reader
As he read the letter, again and again, just to make sure that he is getting it right, his eyes shot up and he looked around for anyone looking but he caught you looking. He didn't ask you anything, just walked past you real closely signaling you that he knows.
You were confused "should you send more or not." but then you stopped thinking he didn't respond so he is not interested.
But one day you were sitting and soaking in the sun at lunch break when he popped out of nowhere and said, "Aren't you going to send me more of them?"
Was he waiting all the while? You got nervous and didn't know what to say "Or we can sit and talk if that's okay with you," he said sitting right next to you on the bench anyways.
You smile on the outside but on the inside? You were having a dance session with butterflies in your stomach.
You two had such a great conversation that none of you wanted to leave after lunch was over so he planned to walk you home that day and he kinda lives in the opposite direction.
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I LOVED writing for Haikyuu so much! I love the boys to the moon and back :’)
If any of you have any more Hailyuu asks go ahead. I’m too motivated to write for them right now :D Now that the A-Z Headcanon event is over I’d love to get asks.
Thanks For Reading and for the ask!
If you liked it you can check out the masterlist too!
HEY!! Sorry my bad english, im brazillian. could you do it like, like they get secret love letters? please!
they: tsukki, nishinoya, kyotani and tendou plz
Masterlist
Characters: Tsukishima, Nishinoya, Kyōtani and Tendō
Tsukishima Kei X Reader
He ignored the first one. Straight up left it on the desk. *in front of others*
Went back and got it later once everyone left. At first, he has convinced himself that he was just going to read it for fun, as a joke, but deep down he wanted to know who it was and what they have written.
He was restless during the entire practice because he wanted to go back home and read it.
Once he has was home he didn't even change and got to reading.
As he opened it, the first thing that he searched for, is the name but since it was a secret letter he didn't find it.
But as he read it, he smiled like a goofball thinking that someone is out there who likes his snarky comments!
As he got more he started smiling a bit more and he kept them around him all the time. This one time Hinata almost found them in Tsukki's bag. Poor shorty is still confused to this day, what he did wrong with trying to shift Tsukki's bag to the shelf instead of the floor.
But this one time he caught you by accident and you went all red. He definitely noticed that and said, "Wanna go get some milkshakes?" No comments? At All? You were surprised by that and to your surprise, he was really nice to you. Because you gave him many opportunities to troll you but he just cute smiled and a pat on top of your head.
Nishinoya Yū
This boy at first thought it was a prank or something and cracked a joke to his friends "It can't be none of you, look at the handwriting, you all can only wish to be this good at it."'
This was his way of making sure that they don't take it seriously. But he on the other hand is determined to find out the person behind it.
Because this is way too cute okay? He now needs to MARRY the person behind these letters.
With every new one, he got it was like a trap for you. But this one time you fell for it and he found out that it was you.
"Why didn't you tell everything to me directly?" he said leaning to the door frame of the class as you were dropping another letter on his desk. You got tomato red! "Well, I loved the chase anyway. Now you really wanna go to that cafe you mentioned in one of these?" he said as he walked closer to you.
As you nodded yes, this guy sighed as if the weight of the world was lifted off him! This idiot was still not sure if you'll go out with him or not.
Kentarō Kyōtani X Reader
When he saw the first one, he was about to throw it was thinking that it is just another piece of paper, no cap.
But then he opened it to make sure again and once he read it, his head shot up with a jerk as if he'll find the person looking back at him.
He looked around frantically to see if anyone was watching or not but no one was so he gave it a thought first and then kept it in his bag and left the classroom. You saw everything through the window reflection.
What bothered you was that his facial expression never changed, they did when he shot his head up but to your disliking, it was more of an angry one.
But you thought of trying one more time but this time you got caught because he was on high alert ever since.
"Why," he said looking at you with the same angry expressions, and honestly your soul left your body for a second but you didn't show it, "because I like you" you replied trying to look confident. "Exactly, why?" he replied back without changing his expression.
"What do you mean why?" you said a bit annoyed. There was a silence as he literally just watched you *as he internally screamed*
"Meet me after school, let's get some ice cream." his angry face turned into a smirk and honestly it gave you butterflies seeing him smiling.
He dropped you back to your class with a few small talks with people staring at both of you all the while.
Satori Tendō X Reader
As he read the letter, again and again, just to make sure that he is getting it right, his eyes shot up and he looked around for anyone looking but he caught you looking. He didn't ask you anything, just walked past you real closely signaling you that he knows.
You were confused "should you send more or not." but then you stopped thinking he didn't respond so he is not interested.
But one day you were sitting and soaking in the sun at lunch break when he popped out of nowhere and said, "Aren't you going to send me more of them?"
Was he waiting all the while? You got nervous and didn't know what to say "Or we can sit and talk if that's okay with you," he said sitting right next to you on the bench anyways.
You smile on the outside but on the inside? You were having a dance session with butterflies in your stomach.
You two had such a great conversation that none of you wanted to leave after lunch was over so he planned to walk you home that day and he kinda lives in the opposite direction.
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I LOVED writing for Haikyuu so much! I love the boys to the moon and back :’)
If any of you have any more Hailyuu asks go ahead. I’m too motivated to write for them right now :D Now that the A-Z Headcanon event is over I’d love to get asks.
Thanks For Reading and for the ask!
If you liked it you can check out the masterlist too!
Omg fluffy Tsuki made my heart do a little backflip. Can we maybe get some fluff for Tendou? Everything I read about him is ~NSFW~ or dubcon or something and that’s fine. No shame here. But like 👉👈 I just wanna give him kisses and hugs and run my hand through his hair and stuff like that 🥺
A FELLOW TENDOU STAN AND SUDDENLY I AM WIDE AWAKE
⤔ dating tendou is like spending the day at a theme park
⤔ it’s exciting and nerve wrecking, but it can also be relaxing and adorable
⤔ like hear me out: on one side, he would take you on the craziest dates
⤔ and it doesn’t matter what time it is, honestly, he would just get ready and call you
⤔ ‘im outside, quickly!’
⤔ it’s literally 4am but it doesn’t matter
⤔ he would plan out the best dates honestly. sometimes they’re scary, other times they’re just so energising
⤔ A DANCING KING if you live with tendou you’re gonna walk in on him throwing it back as hard as he can and he’s not ashamed of it
⤔ but not everything with tendou is crazy, there’s also a much softer side
⤔ i feel like tendou is a very caring and understanding person, if not only from past experiences then also because he knows exactly how to talk to wakatoshi
⤔ he might seem like he’s all ‘i talk without thinking’ but i think he weighs his actions quite well
⤔ so he’d also be such a good person to go to when you’re feeling sad or not feeling your best
⤔ he’d give you the best pep talks don’t even get me started
⤔ he’d give you forehead kisses i don’t accept any criticism on that FACT
⤔ so really, while he can go all out and make you feel like you’re going down a roller coaster, he can also make you feel like you’re lying having a picnic underneath the stars at the same time
⤔ he’s the perfect combination of the calm AND the storm
As you know, my mother isn't exactly wonderful- she's really toxic and emotionally abusive, can you write a comfort thingy with Bokuto and/or Tendou after they find out about her? Just how they'd console reader and such? It's up to you, and take your time! <3
hey babe. i’m really sorry about your mother. i did my best, i hope you like it and find some comfort in it.
i’m here for you okay? always.
tendou x f!reader (aged up)
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, toxic mother, emotionally, mentally, and verbal abuse, mentions of physical abuse, panic attack, anxiety, curse words, mother yelling, running away, may be triggering
Your leg bounced up and down as you stared at your laptop screen. You had so many assignments to do, but you couldn't process the words you were supposed to be reading.
Time slowly ticked away and you couldn’t help but glance at your watch every few minutes.
Your mom would be home any minute, and that meant that the quiet and peaceful atmosphere you had been dwelling in would come to a quick end.
You wiped your sweaty hands on your pajama bottoms and took a deep breath. It wasn’t always like this. You didn’t always dread being around her. But years and years of emotional abuse really do have its effects.
You heard the front door open and you winced. You gripped your bunched-up pajamas, hoping that she wouldn’t come upstairs.
As you had long figured out, luck was not on your side.
You could hear her heavy footsteps, smell her narcissism, taste your tears, and feel your heart pounding in your chest.
Your door swung open and you inhaled sharply. You didn’t turn around, or greet her. You just stared at your laptop, your fingers hovering over the keys.
“Y/n,” came your mother’s belittling voice.
“Yes, mom?”
“Why isn’t dinner cooked?”
You bit the inside of your cheek, drawing blood. You unwillingly swallowed the bit of blood before answering her.
“I did, it’s on the counter.”
Your mother scoffed, throwing her purse on your bed. You didn’t move, afraid that if you did, she would aim whatever else she had at your head.
“I don’t want pasta, I told you it’s too fattening.” You gritted your teeth. “Make me something else.”
“Mom,” you slightly turned your head. “You’re the one who asked for pasta, remember? This morning.”
Your mom slightly turned her head to face you and your heart sunk. You recognized the look in her eye. It was the one that lacked empathy, and you took a small breath, readying yourself for the words that would surely come.
“No, I didn’t.” Your mother rolled her eyes. “Are you calling me a liar?”
You shook your head, eager to end the argument before it could even really start.
“No, mom, of course not.”
Your mom straightened her posture, crossing her arms. Her dark eyes glared at you and your leg began to bounce once again.
“Go make me something, or I’ll take ya phone again.”
You clenched your fists, reminding yourself that your phone was hidden under your mattress.
“Mom,” you tried gently. “It’s late now, and I have work to do, I promise I’ll make you whatever you want tomorrow.”
Your mom let out a vicious short laugh. “Fine, you don’t wanna make your mum any food? Great. Guess I’ll just starve then.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, hoping she would stop. Before your mother could leave, you cleared your throat, licking your lips, anxious. “Mom,” you called out.
“What do you want now, you brat?”
You lifted your head to meet her eyes but quickly looked away. “One of my partners for a project is only free tomorrow, can I go? It’ll just be for a few hours.”
You held your breath, dreading her answer. From the way she turned her head, staring at you like you had insulted her. Your mom pushed herself off the doorframe, now standing a few steps away from you.
“Group project?” She scoffed. “What, ya lying to me now? I don’t remember there being no group projects when I was in school.”
Against your better judgment, you couldn’t stop yourself from mumbling your next words.
“You weren’t in school for long.”
Silence is the heaviest when it’s not wanted, and right now, in the comfort of your own room, the silence was at its heaviest.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Your mother spat out her words, and your spine tingled. Nerves washed over your body and you could feel your anxiety spike.
Spluttering out apologies, you stood up from your chair, facing your mother as you shook your hands, your head following in suit.
“Nothing! Nothing,” you breathed out. “I’m sorry.”
Your mother unfolded her arms, dropping them by her side. Her lips curled into a distasteful smile, her eyes shining as she took in your cowering from.
“Listen, you fucking ungrateful child, you don’t speak to me like that. I’m your mother, I know best! Ya think I like where I am now? I had to drop out of school to have you! And this is how you repay me? By bragging your work to me?” Your mother’s voice was rising by the words, her face reddening as she yelled. Your mother took a few small steps, standing right in front of you and you could feel her anger. “Don’t you forget, girl. I’m the only reason you got this far! I’m using all my money to make ya a doctor, so don’t ya tell me shit.”
Your eyes were downcasted, staring at your feet. Tears welled up in your eyes but you refused to let them fall. Your mother would only find them as invitations to keep going.
Your mother grabbed your hair, tugging on it to lift your head. With a painful yelp, your head snapped up, your teary eyes meeting hers. With a disgusted scowl, she released your hair, pushing you away from her.
You stumbled back as your right hand automatically went up to your scalp, massaging it. Your mother let out heavy breaths, and you didn’t breathe.
“You think you’re so much better than me, don’t ya?”
You shook your head.
“God,” your mother sighed. “I can’t wait till you get your degree so you can pay me back.” She let out a small sinister laugh, her eyes gleaming. “Though, with how stupid you are, I’m probably going to have to wait, right?”
With a voice so quiet, you looked at her. “I’m sorry for what I said.”
Your mother's scowl turned into a satisfied smirk. “That’s better. What is it that I tell you?”
You can feel bile swirling in your stomach. If only you had kept quiet, maybe you wouldn’t be in this position.
You dropped your right hand, your arms limp on either side. “You… you know best.”
Your mother smiled. “And?”
“And I’ll never be enough,”
Your mother hummed, a bright smile on her lips. “That’s right. Now, tell your friend you won’t be seeing them tomorrow-- if it even is your friend and not your weird lookin’ boy toy-- because you’re grounded.”
Even though you wanted to scream, maybe even throw things, you just nodded. There was no winning with your mother. As she had taught you from a young age, she knows best. You waited until your mother finished looking around your room with disgusted eyes. Once she scoffed and walked away, slamming the door behind her, did you fall onto the floor, silent sobs shaking your body.
You don’t even know why you’re crying. You’ve heard these words a thousand times, and yet they hurt every single time. Your mother’s words swam in your head, causing heavy tears to fall. You leaned against your bed, your knees in pain.
In the back of your head, you knew you should stop crying. Your mother could come back, and if she saw you crying, she would give you real reasons to cry. Hard and physical reasons.
Your hands trembled and clutched your throat, finding it hard to breathe. You let out harsh gasps, only managing to ease your breath after you slapped your thigh, hoping the feeling of physical pain would distract you from the mental pain.
You heard a crash coming from the kitchen, and your heart rate spiked. A sudden overwhelming fear had your knees shaking.
You could hear your mother's footsteps, and your body began hyperventilating. As you let out fast and short breaths, you looked for ways of escape. Your eyes landed on your open window and you didn’t even contemplate the consequences before you pushed it open and squeezed yourself out.
You landed on your knees, for once thankful you lived in a one-story house. You felt a rush of chills hit you. You heard your bedroom door open, and you inhaled a sharp breath. With the adrenaline you wish you always had, you crawled away from your window and began running. As you ran, you tried blinking away the dizziness.
You heard your mom yell your name, along with some profanities but you didn’t stop. The consequences of your actions would be life-threatening, but right now, all you could think about is seeing the one person, the only person, who could make you feel better.
The trip to Tendou’s house was normally twenty minutes long, but to you, it didn’t feel like twenty minutes. With bare feet, old pajamas, and tear-stained cheeks, you reached Tendou’s house in five minutes.
You knocked on the door five times. You had left your phone at home, so you had no way of telling Tendou you were here. It was already probably close to midnight, and Tendou had class tomorrow.
On your eighth knock, the door swung open.
“It’s twelve in the morning, ya better be fuckin’ God-- Y/n?”
You stared at Tendou, and his appearance. With his usual crimson spiky hair now disheveled and falling on his forehead and his simple black shirt and sweatpants, you know you woke him up.
Tendou’s eyes widened and he blinked to clear his vision. Tendou took in your appearance. You were wearing no shoes, your cheeks were stained with tears, and your face was both pale and red.
Immediately, Tendou grabbed you, pulling you into his arms. You instantly wrapped your arms around him, and your knees gave out. With Tendou’s help, you both gently fell to the floor. Tendou froze when he heard you cry, your head in the crook of his neck.
Tendou just rubbed your back, mumbling small sweet nothings into your ears.
You cried for many reasons, but the main reason was that you had someone to cry to. You and Tendou hadn’t been dating for too long, but the way he rubbed your back and scratched your scalp as he mumbled “s’okay, I got you” and “‘m here, babe” made you feel like you weren’t alone.
After about ten minutes, your sobs had come to a stop. Now, you were just breathing heavily as your forehead rested against Tendou’s shoulder. Tendou traced small circles in your back, using his other hand to hold you firmly against his chest.
Silently, Tendou moved back and slipped one arm under your bent knees. With his other arm, he tightened his hold on you. Tendou lifted you in his arms, causing you to let out a small gasp. Your arms immediately went around Tendou’s neck, holding on.
Tendou walked to his room and laid you on his bed. Without looking at you, he walked into his bathroom, wetting his face cloth--the one you had gotten him-- and filled a cup with cold water.
Tendou walked back into the bedroom. You sat at the edge of his bed, staring outside his window. He had forgotten to close his window, again.
Tendou got his knees, and you jerked back, causing him to frown. Once you registered that it was just him, you tried smiling.
Tendou’s large downturned eyes softened when they fell on your cheeks. Dried tears stared back at him. Without saying a word, Tendou used the face cloth to gently wipe your face. With one hand gently gripping your chin, Tendou used the cloth to wipe the tear stains and sweat away.
You closed your eyes, afraid you may begin to cry at his softness. Once he had wiped your face, Tendou softly grazed your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbones.
You opened your eyes to see Tendou frown. Once your eyes met his dark red ones, Tendou grabbed the glass of water from beside him and brought it to your lips.
“Drink,” he whispered.
You parted your lips, greedily drinking the water. Once the glass was finished, Tendou grazed your face again, before standing up to put the glass and cloth away.
You twiddle your thumbs, suddenly anxious.
What have you done?
You couldn’t go back home. There was no way your mother wouldn’t punish you for running away, especially since she had yelled at you to stop. The life you had built in that house was over. If you went back, you were sure that your mother would either verbally or physically abuse you until there was nothing left of you.
Though, you’re not sure much is left anyways.
You blinked back the tears you just couldn’t seem to get rid of.
Your eyes wandered around the room. You had been in Tendou’s room before, but you were now seeing it from a new light.
What have you done?
You began to panic once again when you realized where you were. With a rapid heartbeat and trembling fingers, you stood up, only for Tendou to grab your shoulders and hold you in place.
With a quiet voice, Tendou looks down at you. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?”
You step away from Tendou, shaking your head. “I never should’ve come here. I’m sorry for waking you, I’m sorry.” You turned to leave, but Tendou grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his once again. His arms wrapped tightly around your back, while yours were trapped between you and his chest.
“What are you talking about, darling?”
You didn’t answer him, not right away. You had never told anyone about our mom. People just knew that your mother was strict, but they didn’t know of the abuse, the toxicity you had grown up, the emotional trauma you carried.
Not once did anyone ask, and not once did you tell anyone.
You tried once, a long time ago, but the person you told didn’t care. They said that everyone grows up in different houses, so you didn’t think it was a big deal.
It wasn’t until you got older and you began to fear your mother and felt exhausted after being with her did you realize that maybe you weren’t in a safe household.
But at that point, it was too late.
As you were lost in your own mind, Tendou rubbed your back. Tightening his hold every time he felt you shiver. Tendou had always been observant. He was intelligent and extremely perceptive. Tendou knew, from the first time he had met you a few years ago, that you weren’t okay.
He never really liked your mom, but surely you would’ve told him if something was going on? He would have known if something had been going on.
Finally, you cleared your throat. “It’s my mom,” you whispered, and Tendou’s hold on you tightened.
Maybe he hadn’t been as observant as he thought.
“Keep going, Y/n,” Tendou whispered. “Let it out.”
You freed your arms, wrapping them around Tendou’s waist. “She’s the very bane of my existence, Satori. I hate her. I hate her and I hate her and I hate her and I love her.” Tendou’s heart pained when he heard the brokenness of your voice. “For years she’s been abusing me. Emotionally, verbally, mentally, physically, you name it. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t,” you cry out. “I hate her, and I hate that I still love her.”
You took a deep breath. “I just want her love and support, but not one day goes by where she doesn’t tell me she hates me, or that I ruined her life. Every day she calls me some new offensive word and I’m sick with myself for growing used to it.”
Tendou didn’t say anything. He just listened, and you were grateful for it. With his secure arms around you and his eyes not on you, it was easier for you to talk about everything.
“And now, I can’t even go back home because she’ll--”
“Live with me,” Tendou interrupted you.
Your breath hitched. You slightly pulled away, now looking into his heartbroken eyes. “What?”
“Live with me,” Tendou repeated. “I’m not letting you go back there, darling. I love you, and it’s my job to protect you.” Tendou’s eyes fell for a moment. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner, Y/n.”
You shook your head, still processing what Tendou had said before.
“Satori, what? I can’t just… live with you.”
Tendou loosened his grip on you, bringing one hand to cup your face. With gentleness Tendou had only ever used with you, he softly rubbed your cheek.
“You’re not alone, Y/n, and you’re not a child. I’m not letting you go back there with that monster. She may be your mother, but you’re an adult. You deserve to be loved,” Tendou slightly smiled at you, “So let me love and care for you.”
Your lips quivered. “Are you sure? It may be hard.”
Tendou just smiled, kissing your forehead. “Not if it’s you, darling. Not if it’s you.”
As you know, my mother isn't exactly wonderful- she's really toxic and emotionally abusive, can you write a comfort thingy with Bokuto and/or Tendou after they find out about her? Just how they'd console reader and such? It's up to you, and take your time! <3
hey babe. i’m really sorry about your mother. i did my best, i hope you like it and find some comfort in it.
i’m here for you okay? always.
tendou x f!reader (aged up)
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, toxic mother, emotionally, mentally, and verbal abuse, mentions of physical abuse, panic attack, anxiety, curse words, mother yelling, running away, may be triggering
Your leg bounced up and down as you stared at your laptop screen. You had so many assignments to do, but you couldn't process the words you were supposed to be reading.
Time slowly ticked away and you couldn’t help but glance at your watch every few minutes.
Your mom would be home any minute, and that meant that the quiet and peaceful atmosphere you had been dwelling in would come to a quick end.
You wiped your sweaty hands on your pajama bottoms and took a deep breath. It wasn’t always like this. You didn’t always dread being around her. But years and years of emotional abuse really do have its effects.
You heard the front door open and you winced. You gripped your bunched-up pajamas, hoping that she wouldn’t come upstairs.
As you had long figured out, luck was not on your side.
You could hear her heavy footsteps, smell her narcissism, taste your tears, and feel your heart pounding in your chest.
Your door swung open and you inhaled sharply. You didn’t turn around, or greet her. You just stared at your laptop, your fingers hovering over the keys.
“Y/n,” came your mother’s belittling voice.
“Yes, mom?”
“Why isn’t dinner cooked?”
You bit the inside of your cheek, drawing blood. You unwillingly swallowed the bit of blood before answering her.
“I did, it’s on the counter.”
Your mother scoffed, throwing her purse on your bed. You didn’t move, afraid that if you did, she would aim whatever else she had at your head.
“I don’t want pasta, I told you it’s too fattening.” You gritted your teeth. “Make me something else.”
“Mom,” you slightly turned your head. “You’re the one who asked for pasta, remember? This morning.”
Your mom slightly turned her head to face you and your heart sunk. You recognized the look in her eye. It was the one that lacked empathy, and you took a small breath, readying yourself for the words that would surely come.
“No, I didn’t.” Your mother rolled her eyes. “Are you calling me a liar?”
You shook your head, eager to end the argument before it could even really start.
“No, mom, of course not.”
Your mom straightened her posture, crossing her arms. Her dark eyes glared at you and your leg began to bounce once again.
“Go make me something, or I’ll take ya phone again.”
You clenched your fists, reminding yourself that your phone was hidden under your mattress.
“Mom,” you tried gently. “It’s late now, and I have work to do, I promise I’ll make you whatever you want tomorrow.”
Your mom let out a vicious short laugh. “Fine, you don’t wanna make your mum any food? Great. Guess I’ll just starve then.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, hoping she would stop. Before your mother could leave, you cleared your throat, licking your lips, anxious. “Mom,” you called out.
“What do you want now, you brat?”
You lifted your head to meet her eyes but quickly looked away. “One of my partners for a project is only free tomorrow, can I go? It’ll just be for a few hours.”
You held your breath, dreading her answer. From the way she turned her head, staring at you like you had insulted her. Your mom pushed herself off the doorframe, now standing a few steps away from you.
“Group project?” She scoffed. “What, ya lying to me now? I don’t remember there being no group projects when I was in school.”
Against your better judgment, you couldn’t stop yourself from mumbling your next words.
“You weren’t in school for long.”
Silence is the heaviest when it’s not wanted, and right now, in the comfort of your own room, the silence was at its heaviest.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Your mother spat out her words, and your spine tingled. Nerves washed over your body and you could feel your anxiety spike.
Spluttering out apologies, you stood up from your chair, facing your mother as you shook your hands, your head following in suit.
“Nothing! Nothing,” you breathed out. “I’m sorry.”
Your mother unfolded her arms, dropping them by her side. Her lips curled into a distasteful smile, her eyes shining as she took in your cowering from.
“Listen, you fucking ungrateful child, you don’t speak to me like that. I’m your mother, I know best! Ya think I like where I am now? I had to drop out of school to have you! And this is how you repay me? By bragging your work to me?” Your mother’s voice was rising by the words, her face reddening as she yelled. Your mother took a few small steps, standing right in front of you and you could feel her anger. “Don’t you forget, girl. I’m the only reason you got this far! I’m using all my money to make ya a doctor, so don’t ya tell me shit.”
Your eyes were downcasted, staring at your feet. Tears welled up in your eyes but you refused to let them fall. Your mother would only find them as invitations to keep going.
Your mother grabbed your hair, tugging on it to lift your head. With a painful yelp, your head snapped up, your teary eyes meeting hers. With a disgusted scowl, she released your hair, pushing you away from her.
You stumbled back as your right hand automatically went up to your scalp, massaging it. Your mother let out heavy breaths, and you didn’t breathe.
“You think you’re so much better than me, don’t ya?”
You shook your head.
“God,” your mother sighed. “I can’t wait till you get your degree so you can pay me back.” She let out a small sinister laugh, her eyes gleaming. “Though, with how stupid you are, I’m probably going to have to wait, right?”
With a voice so quiet, you looked at her. “I’m sorry for what I said.”
Your mother's scowl turned into a satisfied smirk. “That’s better. What is it that I tell you?”
You can feel bile swirling in your stomach. If only you had kept quiet, maybe you wouldn’t be in this position.
You dropped your right hand, your arms limp on either side. “You… you know best.”
Your mother smiled. “And?”
“And I’ll never be enough,”
Your mother hummed, a bright smile on her lips. “That’s right. Now, tell your friend you won’t be seeing them tomorrow-- if it even is your friend and not your weird lookin’ boy toy-- because you’re grounded.”
Even though you wanted to scream, maybe even throw things, you just nodded. There was no winning with your mother. As she had taught you from a young age, she knows best. You waited until your mother finished looking around your room with disgusted eyes. Once she scoffed and walked away, slamming the door behind her, did you fall onto the floor, silent sobs shaking your body.
You don’t even know why you’re crying. You’ve heard these words a thousand times, and yet they hurt every single time. Your mother’s words swam in your head, causing heavy tears to fall. You leaned against your bed, your knees in pain.
In the back of your head, you knew you should stop crying. Your mother could come back, and if she saw you crying, she would give you real reasons to cry. Hard and physical reasons.
Your hands trembled and clutched your throat, finding it hard to breathe. You let out harsh gasps, only managing to ease your breath after you slapped your thigh, hoping the feeling of physical pain would distract you from the mental pain.
You heard a crash coming from the kitchen, and your heart rate spiked. A sudden overwhelming fear had your knees shaking.
You could hear your mother's footsteps, and your body began hyperventilating. As you let out fast and short breaths, you looked for ways of escape. Your eyes landed on your open window and you didn’t even contemplate the consequences before you pushed it open and squeezed yourself out.
You landed on your knees, for once thankful you lived in a one-story house. You felt a rush of chills hit you. You heard your bedroom door open, and you inhaled a sharp breath. With the adrenaline you wish you always had, you crawled away from your window and began running. As you ran, you tried blinking away the dizziness.
You heard your mom yell your name, along with some profanities but you didn’t stop. The consequences of your actions would be life-threatening, but right now, all you could think about is seeing the one person, the only person, who could make you feel better.
The trip to Tendou’s house was normally twenty minutes long, but to you, it didn’t feel like twenty minutes. With bare feet, old pajamas, and tear-stained cheeks, you reached Tendou’s house in five minutes.
You knocked on the door five times. You had left your phone at home, so you had no way of telling Tendou you were here. It was already probably close to midnight, and Tendou had class tomorrow.
On your eighth knock, the door swung open.
“It’s twelve in the morning, ya better be fuckin’ God-- Y/n?”
You stared at Tendou, and his appearance. With his usual crimson spiky hair now disheveled and falling on his forehead and his simple black shirt and sweatpants, you know you woke him up.
Tendou’s eyes widened and he blinked to clear his vision. Tendou took in your appearance. You were wearing no shoes, your cheeks were stained with tears, and your face was both pale and red.
Immediately, Tendou grabbed you, pulling you into his arms. You instantly wrapped your arms around him, and your knees gave out. With Tendou’s help, you both gently fell to the floor. Tendou froze when he heard you cry, your head in the crook of his neck.
Tendou just rubbed your back, mumbling small sweet nothings into your ears.
You cried for many reasons, but the main reason was that you had someone to cry to. You and Tendou hadn’t been dating for too long, but the way he rubbed your back and scratched your scalp as he mumbled “s’okay, I got you” and “‘m here, babe” made you feel like you weren’t alone.
After about ten minutes, your sobs had come to a stop. Now, you were just breathing heavily as your forehead rested against Tendou’s shoulder. Tendou traced small circles in your back, using his other hand to hold you firmly against his chest.
Silently, Tendou moved back and slipped one arm under your bent knees. With his other arm, he tightened his hold on you. Tendou lifted you in his arms, causing you to let out a small gasp. Your arms immediately went around Tendou’s neck, holding on.
Tendou walked to his room and laid you on his bed. Without looking at you, he walked into his bathroom, wetting his face cloth--the one you had gotten him-- and filled a cup with cold water.
Tendou walked back into the bedroom. You sat at the edge of his bed, staring outside his window. He had forgotten to close his window, again.
Tendou got his knees, and you jerked back, causing him to frown. Once you registered that it was just him, you tried smiling.
Tendou’s large downturned eyes softened when they fell on your cheeks. Dried tears stared back at him. Without saying a word, Tendou used the face cloth to gently wipe your face. With one hand gently gripping your chin, Tendou used the cloth to wipe the tear stains and sweat away.
You closed your eyes, afraid you may begin to cry at his softness. Once he had wiped your face, Tendou softly grazed your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbones.
You opened your eyes to see Tendou frown. Once your eyes met his dark red ones, Tendou grabbed the glass of water from beside him and brought it to your lips.
“Drink,” he whispered.
You parted your lips, greedily drinking the water. Once the glass was finished, Tendou grazed your face again, before standing up to put the glass and cloth away.
You twiddle your thumbs, suddenly anxious.
What have you done?
You couldn’t go back home. There was no way your mother wouldn’t punish you for running away, especially since she had yelled at you to stop. The life you had built in that house was over. If you went back, you were sure that your mother would either verbally or physically abuse you until there was nothing left of you.
Though, you’re not sure much is left anyways.
You blinked back the tears you just couldn’t seem to get rid of.
Your eyes wandered around the room. You had been in Tendou’s room before, but you were now seeing it from a new light.
What have you done?
You began to panic once again when you realized where you were. With a rapid heartbeat and trembling fingers, you stood up, only for Tendou to grab your shoulders and hold you in place.
With a quiet voice, Tendou looks down at you. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?”
You step away from Tendou, shaking your head. “I never should’ve come here. I’m sorry for waking you, I’m sorry.” You turned to leave, but Tendou grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his once again. His arms wrapped tightly around your back, while yours were trapped between you and his chest.
“What are you talking about, darling?”
You didn’t answer him, not right away. You had never told anyone about our mom. People just knew that your mother was strict, but they didn’t know of the abuse, the toxicity you had grown up, the emotional trauma you carried.
Not once did anyone ask, and not once did you tell anyone.
You tried once, a long time ago, but the person you told didn’t care. They said that everyone grows up in different houses, so you didn’t think it was a big deal.
It wasn’t until you got older and you began to fear your mother and felt exhausted after being with her did you realize that maybe you weren’t in a safe household.
But at that point, it was too late.
As you were lost in your own mind, Tendou rubbed your back. Tightening his hold every time he felt you shiver. Tendou had always been observant. He was intelligent and extremely perceptive. Tendou knew, from the first time he had met you a few years ago, that you weren’t okay.
He never really liked your mom, but surely you would’ve told him if something was going on? He would have known if something had been going on.
Finally, you cleared your throat. “It’s my mom,” you whispered, and Tendou’s hold on you tightened.
Maybe he hadn’t been as observant as he thought.
“Keep going, Y/n,” Tendou whispered. “Let it out.”
You freed your arms, wrapping them around Tendou’s waist. “She’s the very bane of my existence, Satori. I hate her. I hate her and I hate her and I hate her and I love her.” Tendou’s heart pained when he heard the brokenness of your voice. “For years she’s been abusing me. Emotionally, verbally, mentally, physically, you name it. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t,” you cry out. “I hate her, and I hate that I still love her.”
You took a deep breath. “I just want her love and support, but not one day goes by where she doesn’t tell me she hates me, or that I ruined her life. Every day she calls me some new offensive word and I’m sick with myself for growing used to it.”
Tendou didn’t say anything. He just listened, and you were grateful for it. With his secure arms around you and his eyes not on you, it was easier for you to talk about everything.
“And now, I can’t even go back home because she’ll--”
“Live with me,” Tendou interrupted you.
Your breath hitched. You slightly pulled away, now looking into his heartbroken eyes. “What?”
“Live with me,” Tendou repeated. “I’m not letting you go back there, darling. I love you, and it’s my job to protect you.” Tendou’s eyes fell for a moment. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner, Y/n.”
You shook your head, still processing what Tendou had said before.
“Satori, what? I can’t just… live with you.”
Tendou loosened his grip on you, bringing one hand to cup your face. With gentleness Tendou had only ever used with you, he softly rubbed your cheek.
“You’re not alone, Y/n, and you’re not a child. I’m not letting you go back there with that monster. She may be your mother, but you’re an adult. You deserve to be loved,” Tendou slightly smiled at you, “So let me love and care for you.”
Your lips quivered. “Are you sure? It may be hard.”
Tendou just smiled, kissing your forehead. “Not if it’s you, darling. Not if it’s you.”
request: hii!! can i request scenarios with yamaguchi, tendou, kageyama, kuroo (and maybe akaashi 🥺👉👈) with a crush on a girl who comes from an abusive household and how they would confess/help her? thank you sm🥺💗
an: i’ve been writing so much smut lately that writing fluff felt weird bahaha, but i hope you enjoy it! :)
yamaguchi
- there has been a dramatic shift in your personality since tadashi first met you
- and he notices it instantly
- though you pretend to be, you’re no longer the cheerful and bubbly y/n you once were
- and yamaguchi hates seeing you this way
- so he debates whether he should bring it up for a long while, not knowing exactly what to say
- but when you show up to his house one day, shaking harshly with tears pooling down your face
You were friends with Nishinoya since you two were kids and have been supporting him since he started volleyball. So when you entered Karasuno both of you were excited since he was a year older than you, he has made pretty good friends there and always wanted to introduce you to them.
So once you started high school you went to a lot of their matches to cheer them. You slowly became friends with all of them and it was almost like you were part of the club too. You were in a music group already so you couldn't be their manager once Kiyoko was selecting the next manager but that didn't stop you from cheering them.
You met Tsukki there only. He noticed you after a few snarky comments you passed to Tanaka and Noya after they got rejected by Kiyoko continuously. He joined in and you two had a great rost session with Ryu & Noya. Obviously, you had to pay Noya back with ice cream later.
You both followed each other over social media and found out that you both loved the same type of music, which is one of the best qualities one could have to be a close friend to you. You played drums but since it wasn't available in school you stuck with guitar.
Tsukki sometimes visited you to your practice to hear you play because he never had any friend who was interested in music, let alone made their own music. He could listen to you all day but you always saw him and got nervous. Which, at times was annoying to him since he loved listening to you play.
Slowly you told him that you weren't that confident in guitar because you loved playing drums instead. Which just blew his mind and he screamed internally to ask you if he can listen to you play drums sometime? As if his expression gave him away you aked with you smirk, "Go ahead, say it."
"Tch, how good are you anyway? I mean, you shy away every time with the guitar. Is it even worth coming all the way there?" He said acting cool. You replied with a "You'll know when you see it" and as you said those words you realized you have never played for anyone. Not even for Noya and he begged you to do so and here you were, INVITING this guy over to watch you play. You were confused but it disappeared once he agreed to come that weekend.
You were usually sleeping till late on weekends but that day you were up on time and way too excited as if Noya's spirit somehow got into you. You got ready and made sure that you had your basement clean and enough snacks for him before he comes. Still confused why you were not anxious.
He was early and bought you a bunch of wildflowers that he picked on his way. It melted your heart, for real. No one has given you flowers before and he was doing it as if it was nothing.
You two talked a bit and then you led him to the basement where your drumset was. NOW your brain decided to be anxious. You took a deep breath to get ready but the fact that his eyes and attention were all on you made you even more nervous. As if he picked on it, he turned his back to you and said, "Better?" You sat there with your mouth open. Okay, what the fuck is happening? Why are you feeling this way? Like, you know exactly what it was but you were denying it.
You took another deep breath and played a song to which you played the drums and while you were doing that you didn't realize when he turned back to you. But rather than feeling anxious, you felt happy because it was written all over his face how much he loved it. You two had a few duets while trying to sing louder than the drums and giggling together and having a great time together.
Once it was his time to leave, you felt sad. To which you scolded yourself mentally because he probably considered you as a friend and it was so pure what you two had that you CANNOT afford to lose because of some stupid feelings.
As he was leaving he said, "What songs are you going to play for the next date?" You literally choked on air! To which he just laughed and patted you on your head and turned to leave. You grumbled a "shut up" and he just chuckled.
As you were about to see him off at the main door you both met the entire volleyball team. Tsukki just mumbled," But they were at Noya's for the-" and then he calculated and shouted, "Is Noya your neighbor?!" To which you replied, "How else do you think I know him. Oh, come on! I've mentioned this like a hundred times now."
The team was trying their best to hold back the laugh because they were having a team meeting at Noya's and Tsukki said he cannot make it. "So THIS is the important thing?" Sugawara said with a sarcastic sweet smile. That is when everybody burst into laughter.
Noya still haunts you to this day with "She tells me EVERYTHING"
Heh, you may not show it but you two loved it secretly how they teased you both though.
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