@domaystic drabbles day 7 - family recipe ft. satoru gojo
"Do you like it?"
You watch your husband poke around his plate, and you swear he's looking at the scattered peas on your infant's high chair with envy. The dog circles around his ankles suspiciously, and you narrow your eyes as his fork-holding hand falls to his side. The unmistakable sound of slobbering echoes throughout the kitchen.
"It's delicious!" he exclaims, tucking a shiny, drooly fork back into the casserole. "Oh, shit, is the stove still on?!"
You glance back: the stove is off. Your dog's tail thumps on the ground happily as eating sounds resume.
With an exasperated sigh, you turn back around. "Well I think it's awful." Satoru's jaw slackens. "Family recipe, my ass. I bet my mom got it from some diet magazine." With a dazzling smile, you push your plate across the table toward him. "But since you like it so much β¦ here. I'm gonna make myself some ramen."
"Babyy~," A voice came from outside of your window. Curious, you walked closer and saw your boyfriend holding a food basket. You opened your window. The breeze of wind touching your skin made you shiver. "Can I come in? It's so dark and cold out here" Jaime put his two hands together and started pleading like a puppy. You nodded and helped him inside.
"What are you doing here?" you asked. He brushed off himself and set the food basket on your bed. You raised your brows as you got no answer from him. He came closer and hugged you tight. Wrapping his big, cold, and tough hands around your warm body. He stared into your eyes and lips before giving you the kiss you had longed for a while.
"I'm sorry I haven't been hanging out with you, I'm just been really busy," Jaime spoke softly. The small smile you gave reassured Jaime that you forgave him.
"Don't worry Jaime, I know you're busy with hero stuff and other things. I know you are just focusing on saving people and that's fine but," you looked down and sighed. "I just wish I could see you. Not on TV, but in person. We, together, hang out like we used to do. I know-" Jaime shut you up before you were going to say anything else. He ran his hands down your hair multiple times, calming you down.
"And I know I can fix that. Starting now. I brought food over here. Specifically, your favorite foods and drinks, thinking, maybe we both can have a movie night?" You just nodded and snuck away from his grasp to your bed. You got on top and started going through the basket of snacks like a little kid going through gifts on Christmas.
" Wow I see how it is," Jaime crossed his arms. "You left me so fast for snacks" He rolled his eyes and shook his head but he kept an eye on you for your reaction. You sighed and patted the spot next to you.
"I'm waiting for you" you hummed with a smile. Jaime then pounced on your bed like a happy puppy and snuggled in your blankets. You lay down beside him and got the remote to turn on the TV.
"What should we watch?" Jaime asked, leaning his head onto your shoulder. A smirk appeared on your face. You wanted to watch something funny but sci-fi-like. Something that would leave Jaime scarred for life. Only as a joke of course.
"I don't know...maybe this!" You clicked on a terrible live-action movie that featured the Teen Titans as their movie cover. Jaime looked uncomfortable but you were giggling at your devious plan.
"You're lucky I love you," He said. You playfully smacked him and rolled your eyes as the opening scene played.
"Me? Lucky? You're lucky I love YOU" you replied. He smiled, kissed your cheek, and held your hand.
"Yeah. Yeah I'd say I am pretty lucky to be loved by someone like you"
@hellishgayliath these are my little critters I made back in 2021!
Also, it occurred to me that I also had a fox ghost and for some reason it was my winged goat that made me remember them LMAO
I don't remember the explanation of their creation, but I believe they're spirits that got reanimated into plushies and got their parts replaced, or something like that.
(I made Jellybean a bit too small next to Fluuf lmao)
a/n: just mary comforting the reader (no pronouns specified) because i want him to HOLD ME (and other things but that's a different post)
word count: 555 (angel numbers π)
Β The green numbers of the digital clock were the only source of light in the otherwise dark bedroom.Β
It was barely an hour ago when Mary came home, stumbling through the door, trying his best to be quiet, not wanting to wake you. With his eyes already used to the dark he spotted your sleeping form laying on the middle of the bed. Now, he could have rolled you over and shimmy his body next to yours under the blanket, but he really didn't want to wake you, so he just carefully grabbed his pillow and layed down on the old fluffy rug on the floor.
Β So when you started to toss in your sleep, stretching your hand out to grasp at something, unconsciously reaching for Mary, your fingers only found the cold sheets. It only seemed to trigger your nightmare further. Your body was shaking, the events of your dream taking a darker turn, the horrific images making you scream out in your sleep.
Mary bolted up from the floor. His first instinct was to fight, his hand already on the pocket knife he usually keeps with himself. But when he saw that there was no actual threat, just you tossing and turning in your sleep he let the knife fall out of his hand, which landed on the floor with a loud thud.
He jumped on the bed and started to shake you by your shoulders.
Β "Y/n! Y/n- hey, wake up!"
You woke with a gasp, immediately pushing yourself away from Mary.
"Wo, hey, hey it's just me. It's me, Mary."
Β The room was still spinning, blood was rushing in your ears but as soon as you registered that it was your boyfriend and not a nightmarish figure (one could argue whether Mary is a nightmarish figure or not, but that's beside the point right now) you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him.Β
Β "Fuck- it was so bad, Mare." you choke out with tears swelling up in your eyes. Mary felt your heart hammering inside your chest as he pulled you closer to himself. He furrowed his eyebrows as you sobbed. Not because he was irritated or angry, he just didn't know what to say.
Β Mary is not really good at this. He was always more a man of actions than words, but now there was nothing palpable that he could punch or kick for hurting you. So he just held you, his calloused fingers drawing circles on your back. He kissed your head, occasionally whispering something he heard you say while comforting him, hoping it doesn't sound stupid coming from his mouth.
Β "Thank you Mare."
Β He just hums as a response. You pull away to look at his face. Mary carefully cups your face, looking at you with concern.
Β "You good, baby?"
"Hmm. I'll be better if you cuddle me?"Β
Β "Of course."Β
Β You both go lay back down and not even a second passes when Mary sits up, rolls off the bed and crawls back next to you with his pillow in hand.
Β "Did..did you sleep on the floor?"
Β "Didn't want to wake ya."
Β "I love you, Mary Goore." you whisper before falling asleep again, now feeling safe, knowing that no nightmare would try to creep up on you with Mary having his arms around you.
hhheeeeeyyyyyy!! i miss you! can you do the song creep for kaz? maybe when he doesnβt feel good enough for her?? THANK YOU I KNOW YIULL DO BRILLIANTLY!! <33
I loved writing this request! Sorry if it's kinda short, I kept writing and rewriting it but I think I'm finally happy with this!
Hope you like it!!! <333
Description: Kaz is having a rough day, and the reader helps him through it
(Flufffffffffffffffffffffff)
Warnings: Swearing
Words: 844
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
Today was one of those nights. The nights Kaz sat in the bed opposite in the room to the one the normal shared, waiting for Y/n to return to their room. Two years, they'd been in a relationship, and still, every now and then, Kaz couldn't cross the room, couldn't bear the feel of her skin mere inches from his. That's why there were two beds; one for them, and one for him when the memories of Jordie's cold body were too overwhelming.
When he'd told her he needed space tonight, he couldn't meet her eyes. She could claim she didn't mind; that all she wanted was for him to be comfortable as possible; but that didn't stop the shame.
He'd never understand why she'd stayed with him for so long. It'd taken 6 months for them to even hug. There was so much more he was supposed to give her. Watching Nina and Matthias, or even Jesper and Wylan, relaxing together, arms around one another, hurt.
He loved Y/n, but could she really love him when he was like this?
You're just like an angel
The door opened suddenly. Y/n stood in the doorway, entering slowly. She was dressed in one of her favorite sleep shirts- which, in reality was just an old one of his. Seeing it fall past her knees made him smile.
"You sure you wanna sleep on your own tonight?" She asked as she went to sit on their usual bed, across from him.
"Yeah." Kaz said. As she sat there, silent, he knew she was waiting for him to add on. He couldn't. He'd gotten better at opening up to her, but it was still hard; yet another area where he constantly failed her.
The truth was, tomorrow was Jordie's birthday. It was one of the roughest days of the year, full of shattered memories and grief. And the days surrounding it were some of the days his touch aversion overcame him. The previous night had been hard, and he'd barely gotten any sleep. He'd spent most of the night watching Y/n's chest rise and fall slowly. It was peaceful, and her closed eyes and slightly parted lips were beautiful, but for him to get through tomorrow, he needed more than one hour of rest.
By this point Y/n must have noticed how much he was hesitating. Her face melted into a look of pity, which made him cringe. He didn't want pity. He wanted her to feel happy, loved, but instead he just made her pity him, because he'd never be enough.
He laid his head down to his hands. That was the truth, he'd never be enough for her.
Your skin makes me cry
She reached her arm out across the bare floor between them, holding it right by his knee, checking if it was okay.
The way he shrunk back from her hand clearly indicated it wasn't, and she retracted her arm quickly.
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special
"Y/n; I-- I'm so sorry. You need someone else, someone who can sleep next to you, who can explain the fucked up parts of them. You're beautiful, and kind, and lovely, and I'll--" A dry sob was wrenched from his throat, stinging on it's way up, "I'll never be enough for you. You should-- You should just g-"
"Kaz, honey, I love you-"
I'm a weirdo
But I'm a creep
"Why? Why do you love me, Y/n? What do I have to give you but broken promises and lonely nights? I'm just wrong Y/n. Wrong for you, wrong for everyone. Just leave me alrea-
"No, Kaz-"
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
"You've spent so much time with me, and all of it for what? To sit there, pity on your face? Two years, Y/n." His voice broke, the rasp in it coming out stronger as he continued. "Why have you stayed for so long?"
Y/n leaned in, as close as she could without triggering him. "I've stayed so long because I love you, Kaz. I don't care about hugs. I'm not jealous when I see Jes and Wylan. I don't wish we could be more like Nina and Matthias. Because I'd sacrifice anything for you, Kaz. I'd never touch you again if it meant we could be together forever, if it meant you'd never have nights like these."
He looked up, and was grateful that the pity in her eyes was gone.
"I love you, Kaz. I know sometimes it's hard, but try your best to remember that, okay."
"I love you too, Y/n."
She smiled, and walked over to the lantern, putting it out. As the room plunged into darkness, Kaz walked over to her and carefully planted a kiss on her cheek. It was the best he could do.
She didn't care. It was from him, and that's all that mattered to Y/n.
Bokuto is an influence to most if not all young volleyball players including the son of Y/N, a single mother who tries her hardest to make ends meet while providing the perfect life for her son. When Bokuto offers to help her out at the request of her son, how else is it supposed to play out?
Warnings: Mention of Toxic Parents, Mention of a dead-beat dad, mention of depression warning signs
Chapter 3: Messaged Recieved
Bokuto had been uncharacteristically thoughtful these last few weeks. Atsumu was the one who took the most notice as his drill partner seemed to have more passion behind the shots he was taking out on the practice balls. This extra practice outside of normal routine practice with Bokuto was beginning to wear Atsumu out more so than it had when the two had first met as teammates rather than opponents.
βAnother ball!β Bokuto called jogging to the back of the court and prepared for another set. Atsumu sighed loudly and prepared to set the next shot for him. The squeak of Bokutoβs court shoes could be heard as his body thundered towards the ball and propelled his energy down onto the court with a satisfying βSMACKβ
βAlright Bokkun- Ah needa break.β Atsumu said with a large sigh. He shook his shoulders and tried to relieve the kink in his upper back.
βAw come on Tsumu! I just need one more toss! Please? Pretty please!β The ace whined while producing his oh-so-famous puppy eyes that many fell prey to even if only to stop him from making them. Atsumu willed himself to listen to his protesting shoulders and firmly shook his head.
βGimme like an hour Bokkun! Ahβve been setten to yah all mornin'!β Atsumu walked off in search of some lunch. Bokuto placed his hands on his hips and sighed looking up to the ceiling. Maybe it was time for lunch he thought shrugging his coat over his shoulders and started to follow the blond setter out towards the Onigiri Miya shop that had been established right next to the gym. Itβs popularity in Tokyo had prompted Atsumuβs brother to open up a location in Osaka though Atsumu would brag that Osamu just missed him which usually got the younger Miya kicked out of the restaurant.
βHello!β The cheerful voice of a shop employee spoke as Bokuto entered the restaurant. Bokuto beamed widley and greeted the employee with one of his signature βHey Hey Hey!βsβ and after ordering his usual meal and taking a photo with the employee, Bokuto wandered over to where Atsumu and unsurprisingly Hinata and Sakusa were sitting in a tall booth in the very back of the restaurant.
βBokuto! HEY! Atsumu was just telling us that your shots are wearing him out!!β The small wing spiker greeted as he stuffed his face with what seemed to be his third rice ball. As Atsumu gasped at Hinata's candor, Bokuto let out a genuine laugh and attempted to steal Sakusaβs stray rice ball but was promptly swatted by Sakusaβs unoccupied hand.
βHinata, I offered to buy you more and you said no. Donβt steal mine now just because you were too dumb to turn down free food.β Sakusa said, covering his mouth as he spoke. At that point an employee brought over the beginnings of Bokutoβs lunch. Hinataβs eyes bugged out at the multitude of plates brought out by not one, not two, but 3 plates of large onigiri all stuffed with meat and at least one veggie onigiri.
βBokuto can I have one please!!β Hinata begged with his own version of the puppy eyes that Bokuto had taught the small crow way back in the day at training camp. Bokuto felt as though he deserved a pat on the back for teaching him such a powerful skill as he found himself handing three of the twenty or so balls of rice over to Hinata who scarfed them down as a wolf would devour his catch.
Sakusa could not have looked more repulsed and quickly excused himself with the pretense of βcleaning his armβ
Bokuto picked up the closest onigiri and took his phone out to stare at the photo that heβd received in the mail last week. Heβd been thinking about the predicament that this kid was in. Heβd called Akaashi several times asking what he thought of the situation and Akaashi had been somewhat unhelpful
βBokuto if you really think this kid is real I would write him back and form a relationshipβ¦ But for all you know that this could be a scam.β
βBut Akaashi! What if itβs real?!β
Bokuto sighed looking at the photo. There hadnβt been any more mail this week which made Bokuto sad but during the press conference that was set to occur in a few hours, he had made a firm decision to bring up the photo and express his desire to help this kid regardless of what Akaashi said about spam!
Or was it scam?
Later that evening in Miyagi there was a very hyperactive six year old who had been running around the kotatsu screaming at the top of his lungs manhandling his jersey in excitement. Y/N who had been dozing on the couch shot up, rubbing her eyes as she focused on the TV behind her screaming son.
On the TV, Y/N had put the sports channel on and allowed Kaoru to watch the newest MSBY press conference while she caught up on her sleep. Little did she know that just moments earlier Bokuto had held up the photo of Kaoru.
βMOMMA! MOMMA! Iβm on TV! Look! Bokuto got my letter and my pictures!β Kaoru cried out happily and pointed to the TV where a gleaming Bokuto was answering a question poised by a reporter.
βWhat makes you so certain this kid needs help?β
βWell it's simple really. Back when I was a kid my parents found themselves trying to make ends meet and there were times that volleyball camp was like way to expensive you know?β At this point Bokuto turned to the cameras that were recording him and his eyes seemed to make contact with Y/N who felt as though his golden spectacles where looking back at her. A slight βzing!β through her mind caught her breaking their unintentional and unknowing eye contact to pick up Kaoru who had just run by her legs screaming again.
βAlright you its late enough for a school day. Time for bed.β Y/N said as she clicked the button to power down the TV and carried her son to bed.
βBut momma! Momma, Bokuto got my letter! Heβs gonna help us!β Kaoru said as Y/N put him down on top of his blankets. With a sad smile Y/N decided to indulge his fantasies for a minute or two.
βIβm sure he receives a lot of letters everyday sweetheart. But Iβm sure heβs read yours as well.β
βNo momma you donβt get it! Suga-san helped me mail it! Bokuto wants to help US!β he said proudly sticking his thumb to his chest. Y/N sighed, ruffled his hair and helped tuck him in to bed.
βIf only that possibility existed Kaoruβ Y/N thought as she pulled out a short story on his bookshelf trying to distract him from the possibility that it was highly unlikely that Bokuto would have gotten his letter and actually wanted to help them. Two random people in a quiet town that he had no business being in.
It was funny, Y/N thought as she turned the light off and kissed her sonβs forehead before turning in herself.
Money hadnβt always been a problem. For a long time Kaoru could have had anything he requested from Y/N because she had the means to give it to him thanks to child support demanded by a judge. It was enough for Kaoru to have the latest toy or the next size shoe while Y/N had enough left over to pay the bills. However once Kaoru had turned four his father, who no longer had a place in their lives, had fought to escape the responsibilities of child support and for the last two years and eight months there hadnβt been a lick of the allotted money that he owed them.
Slowly but surely Y/Nβs savings had dried up and because of Kaoru being a wedlock baby, Y/Nβs parents had only been SO kind as to show Y/N the door with her suitcase and a big oleβ βGet the Hell outβ when the door slammed.
Y/N was tired. Tired of not being able to give Kaoru everything he wanted, tired of having to face the wine-mommy group at school, tired of having to work two jobs just to stay afloat. The thought of a famous athlete such as Bokuto offering to help them; chances are he wouldnβt and it was all for publicity; nauseated her to no end.
Authors Note: Happy Birthday Bokuto! I just had to update in order to give you a big big birthday gift you MARVELOUS MAN. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!
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with christmas right around the corner, you wanted nothing more than to grab two cups of hot chocolate and snuggle into his side while watching some random show on the tv. you decided you wanted to celebrate the holiday in the best way possible; wrapped in your boyfriendβs arms as you opened gifts together.
part of the christmas chronicles series! you can find it here.
