#Hq comfort

[veritasangel]

Made with love

⋆ ˚｡⋆ any pov ୨୧˚ warnings: none {wc: 647}

↣ i adore kei, he is one of my absolute faves so i had to write something small for his birthday

Tsukishima was leaning against the counter, frowning at the strawberries as he sliced them into thin pieces. He'd been quiet for a while now, intent on perfecting each slice.

You were beside him, up to your elbows in batter mix, humming softly to yourself as you worked, completely absorbed in making the base of the cake.

"You know, you're being weirdly precise for someone who says he doesn't care if he makes this cake," you said, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

Not looking up, he responded, "I just don't want to end up with a lopsided cake because you rushed through everything."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not rushing- This is just me, at my natural speed and grace.”

“Mmm-hmm. And those eggshells you almost left in the batter were part of your graceful plan, too?" he shot back, finally looking over at you with an amused glint in his eyes.

You gasped in mock offence. "That was one time! Besides, you picked them out so it's cool now."

Tsukishima only shook his head, laying the knife down and taking a critical eye to the strawberries. "Yeah, yeah, I saved the day, as usual.”

You laughed, again leaning closer to peer at the neat rows of strawberries he laid out. "I have to admit, they are pretty perfect- almost as perfect as me." you joked.

“Almost?" He raised an eyebrow; his lips tugged upwards in a small, teasing smirk. "Pretty sure these strawberries are at least five times more consistent.”

You gasped dramatically, putting your hand on your chest. "Wow, being attacked in my very own kitchen."

"Our kit-" But before he could respond, you reached into the bowl and flicked a small bit of cake batter at him.

"Really?" He looked down at the splatter on his arm, his face giving you an ‘are you serious?’ look.

You grinned, but before you could react he swiped a dollop of cream from a nearby bowl and smeared it right across your cheek. The cool cream surprised you and you let out a little squeal, backing up and wiping your cheek.

"Okay, now you've done it," you laughed, grabbing a handful of flour, ready to throw it

Tsukishima quickly raised his hands, his eyes wide. "Don't even think about-

But you were already tossing it his way. He dodged-just barely-but some of the flour still landed on his hair, dusting his blond strands white.

"Look at you-" you laughed, "Now you look like an old man!"

Tsukishima didn't snap back in an instant; instead, a rare soft laugh escaped him, so soft it was barely audible, but you caught it. You stopped, taken aback just a little by the sound, because it was so unlike his usual sarcasm or indifference, it was real and warm. For a moment, he looked at you with softly shining eyes he rarely could bring himself to reveal.

"You're such an idiot," he muttered, shaking his head, but he looked at you fondly.

You beamed, your heart fluttering at the rare display of emotion. "Maybe, but you love it.

Tsukishima's smirk came back, though there was something softer behind it. "Maybe I do.".

It hung in the air, palpable, comfortable between you two. And you couldn’t help but swipe some cream yourself and playfully dab it on the very tip of his nose.

"There," you said, laughing as he crossed his arms in mock exasperation. "Perfect."

A soft sigh escaped Tsukishima, but he couldn't hide the small, genuine smile that crossed his features. "This better be worth the mess."

"It will be," you said surely, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek before you wiped the whipped cream off of his nose. "Especially since we made it together."

"Yeah, I suppose you’re right" he grumbled, his eyes softening once more as he bent down to kiss the top of your head.

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© veritasangel ↣ 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴

[zmbiesuga]

UNLEARN MY HURT — s. kiyoomi x gn!reader

sypnonsis: growing up in a home where lashing out was normal, it's weird to have someone be so patient with you as you unlearn all those toxic behaviors

warnings: mentions of fighting, reader never learned how to properly express themselves (me), sakusa is so loving and patient that it's sickening, hurt/comfort-ish??, established relationship, use of petnames (angel)

notes: i want to preface this by saying, i used my own experience with my toxic household so i'm sorry if it doesn't resonate with everybody, i also wrote this at 5 in the morning so if there're mistakes whoopsies, i'll fix them later

something people don't realize, is that sakusa kiyoomi is a patient man.

he's patient with atsumu when he's annoying him, he's patient with hinata and bokuto as their rowdiness becomes too overwhelming for him, and he's patient with himself as he takes deep breaths to avoid snapping.

sakusa kiyoomi is in touch with emotions and is open about how he feels. he seems brooding and closed-off, but he's the last person to hesitate to tell someone how they're making him feel.

sakusa kiyoomi is your polar opposite.

it's hard for you to open up about a lot of things, especially anger. it's hard for you to keep it in check, so you push it down. the more you do it, the worse it becomes. which leads to your small irritation becoming full-fledged rage at the simplest of things.

this is something that rings true tonight as you walk through the door to you and omi's shared apartment, pinching the bridge of your nose with closed eyes as you let out a heavy sigh before you hear kiyoomi emerge from the living room.

"hey," he says softly as his eyes look at your figure up and down (that's something else about kiyoomi, he can read people eerily well), he can almost smell the anger radiating off of you, "...you wanna talk about it?"

he walks over to you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder that you shrug off almost immediately as you walk to the kitchen, where he follows.

after a few minutes of silence as you get yourself a drink, you turn to kiyoomi with furrowed brows, "why don't you ever get mad at me?"

sakusa blinks a few times in confusion before he furrows his own brows, "...what?" he questions in that same soft tone, "you want me to get mad at you...?"

"no," you say firmly, almost in a sneer, "i said, why don't you ever get mad at me."

truth be told, you were yelling at yourself to shut up and stop while you were ahead. ultimately though, you decided to ignore your better conscience as you continued to attempt to push his buttons.

"i mean, if you shrugged my hand off of your shoulder and ignored me, i'd be fuming," you admitted, your voice slowly getting louder, "i just...don't understand why you never scream, why you never get mad at me and take it out on me as a response."

sakusa took a deep breath before he responded calmly, "because what good would that do us, angel?"

your eyes widen slightly as you look at him, searching your brain for an answer, "because..." you mumble as you trail off in useless thought.

you can't actually think of any reason, you just know that's how your parents dealt with things. pushed them away until it got too much to handle, and then snap at each other almost over nothing.

you look away from him with slight embarrassment as you swallow the lump in your throat as sakusa walks over to you, holding your face between his hands.

"it wouldn't do me any good to yell at you, even if i'm irritated with you," he said, "i just find something else to take it out on, like the volleyball court or taking some time alone. something i can do to process how i'm feeling."

you look up at him as your eyes become glossy, placing your own hands on his where they rest against the side of your face.

"angel, i love you, but pushing down how you're feeling isn't healthy," he says in a comforting tone, "and it also isn't healthy to take it out on someone who hasn't done anything. i know emotions are hard, okay? but i need you to understand that i'm here to help you through them and figure out what works best for you."

you looked up at him and nodded as you blinked, a few tears running down your face in the process that sakusa quickly wiped away.

"so how about we go sit down, and you tell me what's actually wrong, okay?" he asked again in a soft tone, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

you nodded again as you took his hand, sitting down on the couch as you prepared to open up.

he was right, emotions are hard, but having someone as patient as sakusa kiyoomi around makes them a little bit easier.

[rishiguro]

HAIKYUU CHARACTERS WHEN YOU‘RE SICK

a/n: hello flu season, you make me write purely self-indulgent shit because i turn into a needy child when i‘m sick

warnings: mentions of meds. one f-bomb.

jjk version

SUNA RINTAROU: can’t help but tease you for it

“i told you to put on a jacket and dry your hair before you go out,” he muttered amused as he watched you huddle into the living room, wrapped into your thick blanket. you rolled your eyes at him, to which he immediately held up his hands. “don’t look at me like that, you know i’m right” you couldn’t help but pout at him, whispering curses annoyed. “you know damn well that that’s not how viruses work,” you grumbled. “then why are you sick now?” he retorted, smiling. “fuck you” you turned around to go back into the bedroom. “oh, come here you big baby” your boyfriend opened his arms and gestured you to come closer, offering to cuddle with you. “i hate you sometimes,” you muttered under your breath as you walked up to him, falling into his arms and laying your head on his chest. “i love you too”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: decks you in with every remedy he can get his hands on

he looked at all the meds on the table after carefully reciting the benefits of each one word-by-word, remembering everything the pharmacist had told him. “are you sure you got everything you need? i can run out to the pharmacy again, it’s not a problem,” he offered after a short pause. you let out a quiet laugh, nodding confidently. “i’m sure i’ll be fine, ‘toshi. promise,” you stated, reaching out to grab his hand. “okay” admittedly, it was adorable just how overboard he went the second he heard you sneeze. you probably just caught the flu somewhere, nothing that couldn’t be cured with rest and maybe a few meds. when you texted your boyfriend, asking him to pick some up for you, you surely didn’t expect him to enter your home with the whole pharmacy in his bag. you grinned, your heart warming at his silly, but incredibly caring gesture. “what are you laughing at?” he asked confused. “nothing,” you assured him quickly, giving his cheek a peck before leaning into him and his warmth. “i’m just happy you’re here with me”

KITA SHINSUKE: keeps a respectable distance but doesn’t fail to make you feel cared for

following a soft knock, the door to your dim bedroom was opened with your boyfriend stepping into the room. “i made you some tea” he spoke softly as he put the mug down on the small table next to you. he proceeded to quickly feel your forehead, nodding when he realizes that your temperature has gone down. “and some soup is currently cooking on the stove, i’m gonna bring you a bowl later” he smiled softly at you, giving your forehead a peck. “i’ll be in the living room, yeah?” he turned to leave, making sure to not close the door behind him. he then turned around and took another look at you. “the door’s open, love, so just say the word and i’ll be here, no need to strain your voice” you smiled weakly at him. “thank you” he nodded. “i love you,” he whispered to you. “i love you too,” you replied. he turned to leave, but stopped when you called out to him again. he hummed, waiting for you to continue. “can i get a hug? just a quick one,” you mumbled, almost sounding shy, “please” he smiled, immediately making his way over to you. “you don’t have to ask, anything you want”

HINATA SHOYO: latches himself onto you and ends up getting sick too

you groaned, trying to push him off you, but finishing yourself too weak to actually do so. his head was buried in the crook of your neck with his arms wrapped tightly secured around you, not wanting to let you go. you sighed in defeat. “shoyo, i love you, but you’re gonna get sick of you keep doing this” “nuh-uh” he denied, shaking his head, his hair tickling your skin. “yes you will,” you insisted, your hands however finding their way on his back, softly running your nails over it. he kept denying it however and soon after you couldn’t find the energy to keep arguing with him — and you really didn’t want him to leave (not like you’d tell him and give him an actual reason to stay). and just about two weeks later, you’d be the one tending to him, not failing to tease him about his sickness. it didn’t matter to him though, he’d get sick a thousand times over if it meant he could stay close to you.

KUROO TETSUROU: loves to berate you but will drop everything to take care of you

he groaned when he saw you in his field of vision, raising his eyebrows at you with hands stemmed into his hips. “i told you to stay under the covers” he shook his head, pointing into the direction of your bedroom and motioning you towards it. “back under the blanket, come on” you whined. “it’s too hot, tetsurou, i’m sweating” you shivered as you spoke, your arms wrapping around your midsection. honestly, you just needed to see some things that weren’t the walls or the ceiling of your room. you’d take anything at this point. “that’s the point! you need to sweat it out!” he claimed, gesturing with his hands. “can i at least take a shower first? or just get changed? i feel disgusting, my clothes are literally drenched in sweat,” you spoke after sighing in defeat. there was no point in arguing with him, especially when you knew that he was right. “hop into the bathroom, i’ll get you some new pajamas”

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[stars-tonight]

100 REASONS

tw: depressed!reader

he sees your struggle.

he sees the bags under your eyes, which themselves are swollen and puffy from crying. he sees you zone out in class, head propped up on your hand as you gaze out the window. you seem so at peace, so tranquil, but occasionally you’ll frown and crease your eyebrows, and a look of pain crosses your face. he wants to wipe it away, to hug you and hold you until your worries go out the door. but he doesn’t know how to approach you. you’ve never really talked to each other, but he’s noticed you a long time ago. he doesn’t like thinking of you being sad, but reality often sucks. and here you are in front of him, fading away, and he can’t seem to do anything about it.

fine, he decides. if i can’t comfort them through words or touch, i’ll do it through action. 

the next day when you come into school, there’s a glass jar on your desk. [y/n], reads a sticker carefully pasted across the front. you study it warily before taking it into your hands as you sit down. inside is a bunch of folded paper cranes. you take one curiously--you’ve never been very good at origami--and study it. it’s folded carefully; you can tell a lot of effort went into making it. you smile a little, and you’re about to put it down when you notice something on the inside. it looks like a pen mark, so you hesitantly unfold the paper crane.

9. your eyes are so pretty.

you frown at the note. it’s written neatly, in black pen. you unfold another one: 84. i love your laugh.

your heart skips a beat. the teacher comes in and starts class, and you hastily shove both pieces of unfolded paper into your folder, carefully tucking the jar into your backpack.

you finish reading all the papers when you get home. there are a hundred in total, each with a little note for you. they range from you are so smart to you always help others without asking for anything in return. with each one you read, your heart feels a little lighter. you don’t know who could be so kind to make this for you, but they must have seen that you weren’t doing so good. you feel like crying. you didn’t think anyone cared about you enough to notice you were struggling, let alone do something about it to make you feel better.

there’s an actual note, folded into a square, thrown into the jar too. [y/n], it reads. i couldn’t help but notice that these last few days, you seemed really tired. take a break, okay? eat good food, go for a walk, listen to your favorite music. take a long shower, play with a pet, read your favorite book. do all the things that make you happy. it will be okay. forgive me for being too scared to tell you this face-to-face, but everything i want to say i’ve written in these paper cranes. take one out any time you’re feeling sad and read it. together, they make up a hundred reasons why i love you. and remember you are not alone. whenever you’re feeling like you’re alone in this big, cruel world, remember that there’s a boy, just a dumb, lovesick boy, who knows and loves you.

the next day, he sees you come into the classroom looking considerably happier. he can’t help but smile seeing you happy. if his gift cheered you up even a little, it was all worth it. do you know it was him who spent all night folding those paper cranes for you? probably not. does he care?

definitely not.

SUNA RINTARŌ, AKAASHI KEIJI, kita shinsuke, SUGAWARA KŌSHI, iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, AZUMANE ASAHI

A/N: not doing so hot so i’m writing this when i should be studying for an anatomy quiz

update: by the time i posted this i'm back home after school; i think the quiz went well lol

[zumicho]

blueprints — two : wallpaper

one three main masterlist

cw: argument, angst (lol), religious references, flawed characters

between you and him: normalcy is nonexistent. the arguments aren’t heated enough to call for making amends, yet there’s a suffocating presence of wrong. an unwelcome thickness in the air that swallows the very life of your relationship, stabbing daggers at what once was.

‘you say it’s complicated, to make amends — well is that the way, that we’re headed then?’

there’s a different hurt to a betrayal that you know is coming.

“beige or paper-white?” keiji’s voice jerks you into the present.

you don’t recall how you ended up here, at the local wallpaper shop, rummaging through the ‘neutrals’ section, with the last person you’d expect. there’s a cryptic message in his gaze that you fail to decipher. he's waiting for you to respond.

“blue.”

a pause, followed by a resigned sigh. “can you take me seriously?”

“I am serious, keiji. I like the blue.”

“the blue displayed in the children’s section?” his brows scrunch.

“when will you stop letting everyone else’s view dictate your perspective?” you snap. “why do you care so much what they think?”

“I’m starting to think this isn’t just about wallpaper.”

you’d never guess that someone who wants to build houses for a living was scared of creating a home.

“it isn’t.” you’re crying. “it’s about how you refuse to try.” the tears are pathetic. because they won’t change anything. nothing will change how he thinks. they’re pathetic because they’re wasted on a situation that will stay the same regardless of what you say or do. “It’s about how I don’t matter enough — for you to try at all.”

the call of your name cuts the flashback short.

he’s crossing the room. three strides, till your face is buried into his shoulder, staining the royal blue sweater you bought him on his birthday. your nails dig into his forearms — an overwhelming sense of if I let go I lose you. akaashi’s holding on just as tight.

“I’m not ready for a house, love.”

“don’t call me that.”

“I’m trying to make this easier. on the both of us.” only the falter in his tone allows you to notice the fatigue weighing down on his shoulders, evident in the dark circles under his eyes. you don’t pity him. you should, but the anger outweighs it.

“easier on the both of us, or on you?”

“would you believe me if I said you do matter? that I’m ready to try?”

you take his words and squeeze them into an IV bag, letting it flow through your bloodstream, letting them marinate and seep deep into your brain.

his patience was slipping. “I don’t know what you want me to say. you want me to understand you, but you refuse to step into my shoes. have you considered that I’m scared?” akaashi stumbles over the last word. “talking to you is walking on eggshells.”

‘it takes strength to forgive, but I don’t feel strong.’

you lost grip of yours. “don’t yell at me for walking on eggshells you placed in this relationship.” is this how Jesus felt? when he knew Judas would betray him, and loved him nevertheless?

akaashi read the question off your face.

do you want to end this?

to your relief, he shook his head.

“how do you break up with someone who has half your soul,

and all of you?”

© froyaoya all rights reserved.

a/n: ness if u see this u brought me back into my NIKI phase. lol this fic is just my new vent medium so I’m sorry if it’s incomprehensible, messy, all of the above. proofreading tmr

tags @causenessus @wyrcan @greninjafan5000 @aliensstolemyheart @nursedflowers @whosmiadotcom @cr4yolaas @jeoo-saw @httpsivy @cnnmairoll @yenonnoff @phoenix-eclipses @tobiosluvr @rory-cakes @frvppe @mollyrolls @miyamoratsumuu @hyenagoated @mitskicain

[yogurtkags]

❝ DELICATE ❞ — kageyama tobio

cw: gn!reader, fluff, depictions of eczema/skin issues, insecurity, hurt/comfort, established relationship, pet names (baby), extremely self-indulgent | wc: 507

it’s so itchy.

the sensation of your nails dragging against the bumpy and dry flaking skin scratching an itch like no other, the satisfaction of peeling a scab so great until it stings. and bleeds. and then all of a sudden showering hurts—

“i can hear you scratching.” tobio calls out from the kitchen as he walks out with a tall glass of water and a bowl of berries, setting it down on the coffee table and sinking down on the plush couch next to you.

your hand pauses in it's movements for barely a minute before going back to it's bad habit, words dragging out in a whine when you hear him let out a tch in disapproval, "i can't help it."

“i know, but you gotta stop it.” he chides, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together, thumb rubbing soothing circles to distract you and effectively put a stop to your scratching. "picking at it isn't going to make it better."

hands still clasped together, he leans off to the side and blindly pats around the side table, feeling around for the small tube of healing ointment sitting in the black ceramic cat trinket dish (obviously you picked it out, saying it looked just like him).

coming back to you, he wraps his arm around your frame and pulls you closer, squeezing a pea sized amount of ointment on his fingertip and gently spreading it across your broken skin, raw and red from your incessant assault. it’s your fault really for letting it get this bad, but you hiss at the sting anyway, never quite getting used to the burn no matter how many times this has happened.

it’s always been something you struggle with, not just the itch but also accepting the way the patches looked. it’s ugly, and discoloured, the splotches unsightly, and seeing it in the mirror everyday comes with a matching frown. exposing the affected skin doesn’t come easy for you, avoiding it as much as possible and hiding it behind a layer of fabric where you can, but some materials make it itch even more, feeling helpless and insecure as you bare it to the world.

“almost done.” he mumbles, catching you stare off dejectedly from the corner of his eye.

tobio doesn’t need to pay a penny for your thoughts to know you’re feeling down about it again, your silence says a lot. you’ve been together long enough that he can mostly tell what you’re thinking from just your body language and facial expressions, you’ve always been an open book and wore your heart on your sleeve around him after all. he learned to pick up on your cues and subtleties with time, the same way you’ve slowly softened his edges.

a lingering kiss to your temple leads you out of the dense forest of your thoughts like a light in the darkness, his fingers gently holding your chin up to look into his softened, doting eyes.

“i love every part of you.”

and don’t you forget it.

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notes. the self insert is inserting, i literally had a mini flare up and was scratching at my ezcema while writing this

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[sunarots]

pairing: rintarou suna x gn!reader (pet names: babe)

word count: 3k

cw: strong language, v brief mentions of harassment before the cut, alcohol use, kind of cheating??,, angst w happy ending (i fell in love w him writing this)

luna speaks: bye i’ve been thinking ab green day a lot recently so heres the loml in a rock band <33

Going into university without a scholarship, it meant you were tight on cash all the time. To make matters worse, the only place hiring was a small, dark bar off the main road by your flat. For seven months, it was hell. You had kicked out more drunk idiots than you could count, and had been flirted with even more often.

On the eight month mark, your last straw was when your boss revealed he was leaving you alone for the night with someone who had two days of training whilst there was a band due to be playing. That night, you were the closest to quitting you had ever been. By seven o’clock, the band was fifteen minutes late and you had already put a stop to two fights. And your coworker? Scrolling through her phone, and ignoring the man trying to get her attention.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you marched over and took the phone from her hands. You ignored her frustrated yells after you as she was left to fend for herself for ten seconds so you could shove her phone in your boss’s desk; out of sight, out of mind. When you returned, you brushed past her without so much as a glance despite her begging for her phone.

“Do your fucking job, you’ll get it back at the end of the night when you’ve done something useful.”

You picked up two dirty glasses that were placed in front of you, shoving them in the glass washer before turning to face him.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, leaning so far over bar you could smell the ash and mint from where you stood. One hand fixed the chain around his neck, the other rest on the counter, fingers tapping the wood with the music from your carefully curated spotify playlist to keep you sane. He flashed you a boyish smile when you caught his gaze, almost certain he had been checking you out.

“What can I get you?”

“Three pints and a double whiskey, please.” He straightened up when you pulled out three pint glasses, carefully filling them all to the top.

You brought two of the glasses back over, nodding your head when you spotted a couple of people walk in with guitar cases. You gestured over to the stage area, letting out a sigh of relief that didn’t go unnoticed by your customer. He looked over his shoulder, noticing the cases and turning back.

“Everything okay?”

“Um...” You picked up two of the more popular whiskeys, waiting for him to decide before pouring him a double measure. “The band is late, but they just came in. These people will finally calm the fuck down and hopefully no more glasses will be broken in arguments over who’s hotter.”

He flashed you a smile, taking the whiskey from you and drinking it in one. He passed it back over to you, shaking his head when you went to pick up the card machine. “Oh, add it to our tab. Do you have any song requests? I can see what I can do for you.”

Oh? Oh. “You’re from the band?” you asked, even though you already knew from the look on his face. With the heat rushing to your cheeks, you couldn’t have been happier about the bar having dim lighting than you were in that moment.

Somehow, his smile grew wider as the music from your playlist changed. “Is this your music? You have taste. I’ll dedicate a song to ya, what’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

He picked up the three beers, nodding his head. “First song is for you, y/n.”

You watched him hurry towards the cornered off area where his two bandmates were sat in wait of their drinks, everything set up. You paused your music, watching as the mystery man sipped his beer before slinging a guitar around his neck. He tapped the microphone, leaning in to it.

“Testing, testing.”

You grabbed a bottle of sake from the fridge and the card machine, holding it up to one of your regulars.

“Thanks for coming here tonight, sorry for keeping you waiting. I’m Sunarin, and we’re Raijin.” He pulled back from the mic, laughing softly at the applause. “This first song is for a special someone, this night wouldn’t be happening without them. They’re here tonight, working behind the bar.”

You felt your coworker’s presence by your side, leaning on her toes to try get a better view past the customers. You stepped back, leaning against the warm glass washer and locking eyes with Sunarin.

“Y/n, I hope you have the time your life.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, watching intently as he started playing the first few notes of your favourite song.

For the four hours they played, you struggled to take your eyes off Sunarin. And you knew he could say the same about you. Whenever you looked away to tend to your job, you would look back and his eyes would still be rest upon you. Even at the end of the show, tidying up, he still couldn’t look away.

You had your coworker clearing down the tables whilst you were counting out the tips for the night, considering sneaking some extra notes for yourself. You did do more work…

“Can I close our tab?”

You spun around at the sound of his voice, trying to stop the smile from showing. “Yep.” You picked up the card machine, scrolling through to find their name.

“So, what did you think?” The corner of his lips tugged up into a lopsided grin, his eagerness showing. He slid his card over to you to tap when ready.

“You’re really good. Do you play often?”

“Yeah. You should see us sometime, out of work. Then you can have a front row view.”

You held the card out to him, an eyebrow raised. “Depends. Will you dedicate another song to me?”

He laughed, soft like honey. “I’ll dedicate every song to you, babe.”

Their next performance was at a club you were familiar with, frequenting there with your friends on the weeks where you have very little classwork. You weaved through the people with three drinks in your hands, managing to squeeze your way to the front where your friends were stood.

“I, uh, got you a double whiskey and a pint.”

Rintarou looked up from his guitar, eyes growing wide. “Well, well. Look who remembered my order.” He set his guitar down, stepping over to you and taking his drinks. “You must like me,” he teased with a wink, shooting back the whiskey and setting it on the chair by his guitar along with the pint glass.

Thankful for the dim lighting hiding your blush, you shrugged your shoulders and took a sip from your own drink. “I’m a bartender, if I don’t know people’s orders I’ll get fired.”

He shook his head, picking up his guitar and waving to his bandmates. “Nah, you like me.”

Rintarou backed up onto the stage, eyes kept on you the entire time. He tapped on the microphone, tested it, and cleared his throat. “My name is Sunarin, we’re Raijin. I’d like to dedicate this concert to a very special someone. Y/n, have the time of your life.”

At the end of the show, when everyone’s eyes were still on the band, Rintarou walked down towards you and held out his guitar pick. It was a marble one, gold with black with an S on it. You took it from him carefully, a sparkle in your eyes.

“Keep it. It’s yours now.”

On your two year anniversary, Rintarou swore to you he would make it up to you. He promised that he would finish up in the studio quick, that you would only be in there waiting for forty-five minutes before you made your reservations. He sat you down in the chair his manager usually sat in, gave you a pair of headphones. Told you to listen, prayed you’d like it.

“We recording? Hey, y/n. Happy two years together, I hope you had the time of your life. This one’s for you.”

For thirty-seven minutes, you sat and listened to ten songs written by your boyfriend. His heart, his soul, all on a record for the world to hear. The album he had been working on with his band so intently. Every thought, every feeling he had about you for the last two years, coming through the headphones.

When the end of the last song played, you couldn’t find the words. You sat in silence, staring at Rintarou’s reflection in the glass before you. His eyes stay on you, just like always.

When you finally managed to face him with tears in your eyes, his heart dropped. For a second, his world started to shatter. You hated it. It was too raw, you couldn’t face him. He reached to remove your headphones, stopping in his tracks.

You threw yourself into his hold, burying your face in the crook of his neck. There weren’t enough words in all languages combined to describe your love for him. Instead, you pulled back from him and took his face in your hands. “You are my rock.”

His lips tugged upwards, fighting back tears of his own. “You are my world. Come on, let’s make our reservations.”

Your third year anniversary was spent in Rome, one day before the last concert of Raijin’s world tour. You sat watching him from a chair on a private balcony, glass doors only opening when food was being delivered. His fingers softly strummed an all too familiar tune on an acoustic guitar.

The door behind you slid open, an older man carrying a tray with two drinks and a dessert you hadn’t ordered. On the house, he had assured, carefully setting them before you both and retreating to the restaurant once again.

Rintarou set the guitar aside, picking up his glass and holding it towards you. “Thank you, for travelling with me. I couldn’t have done this without you by my side.”

You remembered the stress in the air around him packing, confused on what to bring when he’ll be gone for seven months. You assured him he’d be able to wash his clothes, get them freshened. Talked him through it all. When he asked you to come with him, you were concerned he’d regret it.

“What if you want to go out with the boys after?”

“Then I want you to come out with us after, too.”

You tapped your glass against his, taking a sip of the cocktail before speaking, “I wouldn’t have been able to sit at home with you here. I can’t sleep without you.”

Rintarou dug his spoon into the tiramisu, holding it out for you to taste. He watches you intently, taking in every movement you make, the way you covered your mouth when you pulled back from him.

“I feel the same.” He took a bite of the dessert for himself, setting the spoon down on the tabletop and leaning back in his seat.

Your gaze followed his onto the skyline, a view of the city from above. “It’s so beautiful here. I wish we had more time.”

“We have all the time in the world, babe.”

You turned back around, taking a sip from your cocktail. You set the glass back down, facing the empty chair across from you. Turning your head in confusion, you set your gaze at him knelt beside you, holding up a sleek, black box.

“I want to spend the rest of my life, having the time of our lives.”

A year and a half later, his hands rest on your hips, swaying along with you slowly to the same song you had danced to at the start of the night. Your uncomfortable shoes had been discarded long ago, not long after your first dance, sat carefully perched upon the chair you ate your meal in. You held him as close as you could, hearing him whispering along to the song in your ear.

“I know we’ll have the time of our life.”

Two nights ago, you were sat at your dining table, head held in your hands with your fingers massaging your temples. Rintarou paced back and forth in front of you, attempting to take deep breaths to calm himself down.

You lifted your head, hands dropping to the table, looked at him. “Rin, sit down.”

He shook his head, turning to face you with his eyebrows forced together. “Why? So you can sit there and nag at me? How many fucking times, y/n? She kissed me! I pushed her away, but the cameras didn’t capture that, did they? They never fucking do.”

“That’s not why I’m hurt, Rin. It was one week ago, why didn’t you tell me?” You could feel the tears trying to escape. “You tried to cover it up. You and the band tried to hide it from me. I thought we were meant to be open and honest with each other.” Your eyes flickered over to the frame hung on the wall: glass, a polaroid of the two of you when you first met, the guitar pick. Engraved in gold at the bottom, have the time of your life.

“I didn’t want you to think anything of it!” Rintarou sighed, pulling out the seat across from you. He sat, clasping his hands and resting them on the tabletop. “I love you, y/n. I don’t care about some- some crazy fucking fan who said she wanted a picture and then kissed me for it. I pushed her away. I swear it.”

Your eyes never moved from the picture of you both, so young and early into the relationship. His arms around your neck, pulling you in closer to him. Both of you with wide smiles, you looking at him in adoration.

When you didn’t respond, his attention turned to the frame on the wall. All he could focus on was the engraved phrase at the bottom. He didn’t notice his vision getting blurry, his cheeks getting wet.

“What happened?”

Your eyes drifted over to him, eyebrows raising at his words. Part of you wanted to laugh at how stupid his question was. “Rin, we’ve been married two years. ‘What happened?’ You did. You did a month long tour and didn’t invite me with you, you didn’t consult me. You just said you were going on a tour. And when you get back, I see you kissing another girl all over the news after… You have made me look like a fool.” You watched him dry his tears, unable to conceal high emotions anymore.

He cleared his throat, tapped his fingers against the table. “Please, how can I make it up to you, y/n? I have to make it up to you.”

You hesitated, trying to force back tears of your own. “I want you to give me some space for a few days. I need to think.”

Rintarou knows what you meant when you said that. He sits waiting on your doorstep for you to come home from work, having left his key inside without realising. He knows you’re thinking about whether or not you should leave him, start over with someone who wouldn’t fuck you over, stop showing their love for you. He knows you deserve better, but he wants to be the best for you.

When he spots your car pulling up in the driveway, he’s on his feet in an instant. He collects the bouquet of flowers for you and holds them behind his back, an attempt to hide them. Rintarou watches you intently, can see you considering whether or not you should just drive away. He sighs in relief when you open the car door and start walking towards him.

You stop a foot away from him, lips quivering at the sight. He hasn’t changed out of the clothes he had left in, his hair unkempt and eyes sunken in and almost lifeless. He struggles to find the words, lips apart but nothing coming out. Instead, he pulls out the flowers and holds them out to you with shaking hands.

“These are for you.”

You take them from him cautiously, but your eyes don’t move from his. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding, and throw your arms around him. You bury your face in his jacket, making an attempt to hold back your tears. “I didn’t think you were coming back,” you admit, pulling back and cupping his face in your free hand.

He leans further into your touch, the warmth of your hand something he never wants to pull away from. “I can’t lose you, y/n. I’m nothing without you.” Rintarou’s voice cracks midway through, and his tears start falling. “I’m so sorry I lied to you. I’ll never do it again. I should have told you. I can’t- I need you with me. You matter more to me than anything, even music. I would burn every guitar in the world if it meant I could hug you for five seconds.”

You swallow your heartbeat, taking in a deep breath through your nose. “Rin-“

“I can’t breathe if you’re not in my life. I mean it, y/n, all this time I’ve been saying I hope you have the time of your life because I do. I want you to, and I want it to be with me. So badly, I do, even if I stole it from Billie Joe Armstrong, I need it to be true. If you want to get even, you can. You could go out and kiss four hundred people and I wouldn’t care as long as you came back to sleep in my arms afterwards.”

Rintarou’s hold on you grows weaker as more tears begin to fall. “Please, just give me one more chance.”

You wipe at his tears with your thumb, a deep ache in your chest. “I love you, Rin. So much,” you promise him, moving your hand away from his face to wipe at his own tears. “Please don’t leave me again after a fight, no matter how much I beg. Just leave the room, but sleep in the same bed as me. It’s so empty without you.”

He lets out a soft cry of relief, dropping his head and letting it fall against your shoulder. He snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. “You’re stuck with me forever.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[cottonlemonade]

Breathe

warnings: uni stress

synopsis: you are having a medium meltdown about academics and your boyfriend comforts you

Kita looked up from his book when your pen zoomed past him and hit the wall. It was exam season and as always it was everything but pleasant. In true student fashion you had only started your paper with three days left until the deadline. You had been trying to write all day but it wasn’t turning out anywhere close to your satisfaction - who would’ve thought. You knew what you would have to write, you knew how you wanted to make your point but you had no idea where to start.

“Ya okay there, sweetheart?”, your boyfriend asked. He had been keeping you company after getting home from work and you were happy about him being there, as that was normally enough to calm you down but today it just infuriated you more. He didn’t have to deal with uni stress. He didn’t have to think about student debt and stupid term papers.

You buried your face in your hands and groaned loudly. You took deep breaths, trying not to cry.

You heard a shuffling and the next minute, he was kneeling next to your chair.

“Hey, look at me.”, Kita said softly, pulling your hands in his. You look at him with tearfilled eyes and his heart pulled painfully at the sight.

“Ya can do this.” Even in his own ears that sounded hollow and he didn’t blame you for snorting in disbelief. He cupped your cheek and pulled you closer to lean his forehead against yours. “Breathe.”

You did as you were told. “I’m here. Breathe.” His words were barely more than a whisper, but the soothing tone of his voice gave you something to cling to and he wiped away your tears with his thumb as he repeated his mantra a few more times. You closed your eyes and silence fell.

For a long time you just sat there like this. Him on the floor, you in your chair, one hand of his gently squeezing yours, the other caressing your cheek reassuringly.

He paid close attention to every sound you made. When he was sure you had calmed down enough, he said quietly “I love ya.” and pressed the most delicate of kisses to your lips.

You sat up a little in your chair, looking at the man kneeling in front of you and wondered what you had done to deserve him. His warm smile made you feel safe.

He rose from the floor, still holding your hand and pulled slightly, bringing your soft form into his strong arms. With gentle fingers he combed through your hair and held you tighter, setting another kiss to your temple. “Come on, darlin’. I’m gonna make us some dinner and then we’ll snuggle up on the couch for a bit, hm?”

✨ @rinnndoll 🫶🏻✨

[softxsuki]

Last time I requested was a whiiiile ago. I try not to request ppl too often bc I save them for urgent, I’m that one anon who asked u to write the human trafficking toman thing. I’d like to register myself as 🐈 anon if that’s available, if not then 🐈‍⬛. Anyways urgent request pls, hope you don’t mind, maybe Karasuno team reactions to learning their manager is out of school bc of a suicide attempt?? Idk if you write for haikyuu as teams so sorry 😭 if not maybe just Kenma on his own? Tysm in advance 😭

Kenma Finds Out You Tried Taking Your Own Life

mentions of sui*ide, don't read if that will trigger you pls

Pairing: Kenma x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of attempting to take your own life, hospital, worrying, embarrassment

Genre: Comfort?

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 430

Summary: In which you're Nekoma's manager and attempt to take your own life and Kenma finds out

[A/N: Hey! I remember you and yes ofc you can be 🐈anon! <3 Hope this gives you some comfort. I only write for certain ppl in Karasuno, not as a team, so I went with the Kenma one. Hope that's okay!]

Kenma:

This is the most anyone has ever seen Kenma react to anything before; his usual stoic expression goes pale and visible worry takes over his features

Practice is a disaster since all he can think about is you. Whether you were okay and wondering why you tried to take your own life…he was scared

It gets so bad that Kuroo ends up sending him home so he can relax, but whispers in his ear that he should go visit you in the hospital where they were monitoring you for a while until they thought you were stable enough to go back home

He’s hesitant at first, but knows he won’t be able to focus until he can see with his own two eyes that you are okay

So he takes a trip to the hospital, stopping on the way for some snacks he knows you like and some flowers in hopes that they will brighten your day, but he's beyond nervous. What will he say when he sees you? What if you don’t want him there? Yet he still pushes forward and walks to your room

You’re slightly embarrassed when you see Kenma walk into your room; you were Nekoma’s manager, yet here you were in bed after attempting to take your own life, but you try and meet his eyes, grateful that he took the time out of his day to see you

He’s a little awkward and doesn’t exactly know what to say other than keep you updated on how practice is going

“I…I just want to say that we really appreciate you as our manager. We wouldn’t have been able to get as far as we have without you, so please, stick around with us”

It’s simple and doesn’t exactly address what you attempted to do to yourself, but it hits deep and makes you tear up a bit as you nod in agreement

Kenma was there to support you, not judge you and you could clearly see that in his eyes as he treated you like always, despite how fast his heart was beating and the relief that went through him when he saw you smile

After visiting you, he continues to visit you everyday after practice and is even able to focus a little better, which the rest of Nekoma are relieved about–they can’t have their setter messing up

But things finally go back to normal when you return as their manager and they throw you a huge welcome back party, showing you just how much they truly appreciate you, especially Kenma

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 11/12/2023

[veritasangel]

Giving them the silent treatment

ft. Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi, Kita (pt.1 here)

⋆ ˚｡⋆ any pov ୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw in Kuroo's {mdni} ↣ {wc: 1.8k}

↣ I think it should be obvious but to clarify, anytime i write for hq, it's always post-timeskip

Tetsurō Kuroo

He laughs it off

Finds it funny that you resort to silent treatment and definitely teases you for being all moody as you ignore him

This man is 110% a brat tamer (don't argue with me on this)

Kuroo’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches where you’re sitting in his office chair, looking mad. “You didn’t have to bring me lunch.” he muses, “Thought you’d be too stroppy to stop by today.” he teases as he closes the door and savours the aroma of food in the air.

An eyebrow raises when you don’t respond, “Oh, we’re still mad at each other, huh?” he tuts a little as he leans against his desk, loosening his tie slightly, “Thought I fucked the attitude out of you this morning, no? I’d say let’s go for round two but we both know you can’t keep your mouth shut and these walls are way too thin.”

You feel your cheeks heat up as you try to ignore how his words make you feel. You continue to relax comfortably in his chair, occasionally looking up at him, his appearance already slightly dishevelled from the day and you so desperately want to fix the messy strands of his hair that are out of place, but you refrain.

“You’re cute like this… all grumpy.” he smirks as he goes through the lunch you brought him, his favourite. You look like you couldn’t care less but you still came all this way to give him a homemade lunch, he grins at the irony as silence fills the room.

“Oh okay, you’re serious about the silent treatment this time, my bad.” he chuckles half heartedly as he relaxes against his desk, beginning to tuck into his food.

After a few bites, he holds the fork out to you for you to have a taste and as you slowly lean in, he pulls it away, “Gotta' use your words if you want some.”

“But I made it-” you scoff

“Not the words I wanted but it’s a start.” he grins mischievously as you roll your eyes and he can’t help but give in, handing the fork back to you. “I’m sorry sweetheart, forgive me?” he tilts his head at you.

“I forgave you ages ago.”

“Then what the hell was the point in this?” he chuckles as he pulls you in closer to him, putting the lunch to the side momentarily.

You shrug, “Just wanted to annoy you a little more.” a small smirk tugging on your lips and he shakes his head, knowing damn well he’s gonna wipe that smirk off your face before you leave the office.

Kōtarō Bokuto

He gets grumpy when he realises you’re giving him silent treatment.

Pouts about it and acts all sad and mopey.

Tries to make you feel guilty for ignoring him so that you’ll talk.

It was a stupid argument, really, but you were both stressed and it escalated way too quickly. Bokuto brushed it off, but you were feeling so frustrated, you couldn’t help but give him the silent treatment.

Bokuto’s mood plummeted the moment he realised you weren’t responding to anything he said. His usual energetic self was replaced by a mopey, pouty version. He huffs dramatically, hoping you’d hear and take pity on him as he snuck a glance over at you in the car. When that didn’t work, he tried to look even more miserable, if that was even possible. Gave you puppy dog eyes and kept mumbling about how sad it was in the silence.

“It’s such a shame I have nobody to listen to my amazing gossip.” he exclaims, dramatically, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “Meian and Atsumu have some crazy drama going on…Imagine I had someone to tell it all too-” he sighs.

He missed your voice, your laughter, even your frustrated groans when he teased you too much. This silent treatment was torture as he drove you guys back home.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-” the words come spilling out before you can stop them. It was too hard when he looked as sad as he did. He was like a big teddy bear and it didn’t look right seeing him so dejected. You were frustrated at him but you weren’t heartless.

His eyes widened, the joy practically already returning to his face as you smiled at him, your hand intertwining with his, “Spit it out then.” you try and sound mad but it doesn’t work.

The mood is instantly lifted in the car as he rambles on and on about the drama that happened at practice. Honestly your fight was long forgotten as the two of you gossiped for the entire journey back home. His boisterous grin was back on his face and you felt bad for ignoring him, if only temporarily.

“I’m sorry-” you begin but he cuts you off, squeezing your hand.

“Sshh, doesn’t matter. We don’t even need to think about it, let’s just be happy.” he grins at you, sending a wink your way as he parks the car.

“Pizza for dinner?” you ask.

“God, you’re an awful influence.” he sighs, before quickly nodding, “Pizza. Just don’t tell Hajime.”

Shinsuke Kita

He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care enough to give you the satisfaction.

Will continue on with the day as if nothing’s different.

You give him silent treatment to annoy him and it backfires because you’re more annoyed that he doesn’t say anything about it.

You were already tucked up in bed when Kita came in from his shower, still getting ready for bed. Honestly you don’t even remember what the argument was about and you always said you’d never go to sleep on one and honestly this was probably more one sided, so you dropped the silence.

You looked over at him, trying not to admire his physique too much as you sighed, “I’m sorry Shin-”

He throws on some sweatpants as he gets into bed beside you, looking completely unphased, you weren’t even sure if he’d heard you, until he finally spoke.

“For what?” he mumbles.

“You know, for being silent with you all day…” you mumble, trailing off as you notice he’s not even looking at you, he’s just looking around the room.

“Had no idea.” He shrugs, eventually looking back at you as a small chuckle leaves him, “So that’s why it was so nice and peaceful today.”

And Kita swears you want to hit him over the head, with the glare you’re now giving him.

He shuffles sheepishly, “Sorry.” Kita mumbles as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in so that your head’s resting against his chest and you can feel his comforting heartbeat. “Honestly just sorta forgot about our little spat, it was that stupid.”

*Yep, you were definitely in a one sided argument, giving him the silent treatment earlier*

“Really? It got a little heated.”

“It was heated because I was tired and Rin called earlier, pissed me off prior to our disagreement.” He says casually as he runs a hand along your skin, “I’m sorry if I upset you, shouldn’t have let everything get to me.”

“I’m sorry too.” you say softly as you look up at him, his eyes meeting yours, “Sorry for the argument and….maybe for being a little childish afterwards and trying to ignore you.” you mumble the last part quietly.

“You know I don’t care.” he says as he kisses the top of your head, “I mean, you should know this by now. After all this time of being together and you think I care about some ridiculous bickering? Baby, it was the most pointless argument ever. You think we’re even going to remember it 2 days from now? Absolutely not.”

You smile a little, knowing he's right, “I love you.” you whisper as you feel your eyes drifting shut.

“I love you too, idiot.” he says softly.

Keiji Akaashi

It’s definitely not silent treatment after an argument because this man is a green flag in a relationship. But you do it as a little prank to see how he’ll react.

He doesn’t take you seriously at all and knows you can’t ignore him for long.

Just so chill about it honestly.

When he arrived home and you didn’t greet him at the door like usual, he just knew you were trying something today. He tried to engage in brief conversation as he got changed from work but you didn’t budge an inch at his words, so he just laughed, shaking his head before going to have a shower.

“Are you doing one of those stupid trends on me again?” he mumbles as he approaches you after his shower and you squeal because he hasn’t dried off yet so he drips water onto you.

“Oh my bad, guess that breaks the silence, huh?” he teases as he runs a hand through his wet hair.

You shake your head, still refusing to speak.

“What? That absolutely counts, your mouth was open and a noise was emitted.” 

You still don’t give up, making an effort to act as though you’re zipping your mouth shut.

“I can tell you’ve been babysitting all day.”

And you laugh, unable to hold it in because it’s true. You were babysitting his niece and she wanted you to try the prank out on him

“That has to count! That was a full on noise.” he exclaims, smiling at your foolishness as you lean in to give him a quick kiss. You pull away far too quickly for his liking, but he lets it slide.

“Fine, fine, I’ll let you have that one-  But only because I have so much to tell you.”

He grins, knowing you too well, silent treatment never works with you because once he’s home from work, you always have so much to talk about. You’re like Bokuto, you’ll talk for weeks once you get going, he must attract the babblers, he thinks to himself.

“Ah, I gave in too easily, she’ll be mad at me for letting you win.” you groan as you lean into Akaashi,

“I’m sure she’ll survive.” he jokes, hands resting comfortably on your waist. “We could never have kids, you’d be like this all the time.” he croons, resting his chin on your head.

You fake gasp, “You mean you don’t want me doing anymore more stupid pranks?”

He has to take a moment to think about it, a slight smirk appearing, “I suppose I could handle the silent treatment if it made our little one happy.”

“Look at you, getting carried away already, you’ll have to help babysit next time.”

“Mhm, I will...And ’ll make sure to get you back.” he grins, leaning in to kiss you once more.

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[cozyrecords]

Sakusa Comforting ~~

just thinking about how Kiyoomi would furrow his eyebrows the moment he enters home to see you all cooped up against the corner of the sofa with a blanket wrapped around you. this isn't something new for him but the expression on your face suggests how you might have had a rough day. so he greets you with his usual warm smile and goes straight to the bathroom to freshen himself up quickly so he can snuggle you to make you feel better.

he makes sure to get your favourite snacks from the kitchen and sits beside you, patting his lap to have you hugging him and resting your head on the crook of his neck.

he waits until you are comfortable enough to share whatever is bothering you but would also make an effort to ask you if you haven't spoken about it yet. when you slowly open up, he simply listens to you, slightly tightens his grip around your stomach and whispers nothing but sweet and reassuring words like "i am here for you" or "what you are going through must be hard but i am going to help you in sorting it out."

he might not be the type to let his face convey the comfort but through his actions, it is evident and you wouldn't even feel the need to ask him to comfort you.

just like that, he puts on your favourite rom-com that he thinks is cheesy but would watch over a hundred times along with you if it guarantees you peace.

p.s. he would let you play with his curls because it is soothing to him as well as you and when you guys are sleepy, he would give you a piggyback ride to your bedroom. he peppers your face with little pecks before going for a soft kiss on your lips :)

just had to post this cuz i have been feeling a bit sad lately lol :"")

hope you guys enjoy <3

[catladykt13]

Someone’s there, someone cares and someone loves you.

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi Ducky could I send in an emergency request? I’ve been having really bad anxiety and panic attacks and Kuroo and Oikawa are my top comfort characters so I wanted to know if something with that could happen…?

Hello!! Thank you so much for the request.

Thank you for trusting me with your issue. I will make sure to write this to the best of my ability.

My dms are always open. Let me know if you need anything!!

CW BELOW THE CUT: graphic descriptions of panic attacks.

𝑇𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑂𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎

It’s not like you could help it or anything… they just, kinda happened.

The more you thought about not thinking about it, the more and more they started happening.

Truthfully, you knew that there wasn’t any real danger. But damnit, your mind was dead set on convincing you otherwise.

Luckily for you, you had an incredibly attentive person attached to your hip.

Tooru Oikawa, your best friend since diapers, wasn’t the most emotionally adept individual, but he could pick up the signs of a panic attack before you even realized they were occurring.

So, on the night of his eighteenth birthday, he knew just what to do, and how to do it discretely…

You, Oikawa, and three of his other friends, were all seated at a restaurant for a nice meal. Everything was normal, Makki glaring daggers at Mattsun, Iwaizumi trying vainly to keep them tamed, and you and Tooru spectating the whole ordeal.

As they all say: it really does come out of nowhere.

Breaking you from your previously serene state was a nauseating wave of panic. Nothing was happening to you, and yet your mind was alerting you of danger. Why?

You noticed first your vision tunneling into an almost blurry state. That’s okay, that’s manageable. You can live with some weird vision.

That is, until it got worse.

You then noticed your chest bearing a heavy weight. The pressure on your lungs made your chest burn and your head spin. It hurt. But, that’s alright, you can do it! Right?

Tapping your finger to keep yourself grounded, you start hyper-analyzing the menu that was adorning the side of the wooden table. But, it wasn’t working…

Barely managing to whimper out a sentence, you alert the party that you were going to use the restroom. Hastily, yet carefully, sliding out of your chair, you rush toward the front of the room, making a beeline for the front door.

Pushing the heavy, glass doors open, you found a secluded area and slid down the wall. Grasping the collar of your shirt, you attempted to heave out breaths to no avail. Tears flooded your vision as your head pounded from the lack of breath entering your lungs.

In the midst of the darkness, a gentle hand was placed on your shoulder, so lightly as if the person doing so didn’t want to startle you.

“Hey, I’m right here.” A hushed voice cooed, “You don’t have to do this alone, you know.”

As it turns out, Oikawa had noticed your speed to escape, and instantly knew you needed help. Excusing himself to take a phone call, he rushed outside as well.

“ ‘K-Kawa? Wha’ you doing-” You grimaced, every word a labor.

“No no, shhh. Don’t talk yet, take a minute.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, hanging your head low between your legs.

“Aht aht, no. You can’t put your head down like that, you know this.” His hand gently touched your chin to pull it upward. “You can do this, I know you can.”

“Mnh, h-hurts…” you whimper.

“I know, honey. I know.” Oikawa carefully takes your hand, brushing his thumb over the knuckles, “is it alright if I hug you?”

After pondering for a second, you hesitantly nod. The brown-haired male slowly enveloped you in his arms, cradling you as carefully and lovingly as possible. “There we go, hang on to me.”

You obliged to his instructions, resting your head on his shoulder and tracing shapes into his back with your finger.

“You can’t forget to breathe, (Y/N).” Oikawa’s cooing voice was a gentle reminder of your ultimate goal: not asphyxiating.

The setter’s hand rested on your back, rubbing in a careful pattern. “I’ve got you, you’re safe, I promise you that whatever is in your head right now is not going to harm you. We are in no immediate danger, I assure you.” His voice was like honey, sweet and delicate, as reassurances flowed from his lips.

After a few more minutes, your breathing had leveled, and your vision had returned. You sigh tiredly, and un-tense your body, slumping into his shoulder.

“There they are, welcome back.” The brunette chimed as he brought his other hand up to cradle the back of your head. “Is this okay? Do you need to be held a little longer?”

Cuddling up to him, you smiled and sighed in content, “yes please… m’sorry I made you miss your birthday dinner.”

“Mm it’s actually quite the contrary, (Y/N). The boys think I’m making a phone call, and if know those three, Iwa-chan will still be trying to keep the feral children under control right now.”

You chuckled and closed your eyes once more. “Thank you, Tooru.” You whispered.

“Anytime, (Y/N).” Oikawa replied, gently kissing the crown of your head.

By the time you re-entered the restaurant, you noticed that he was in fact correct. Poor Iwaizumi was currently trying to keep Mattsun from dying at the hands of Makki.

The two of you wordlessly slipped back into your seats at the table, and Oikawa shot you a supportive wink and a smile.

While your panic attacks do come out of nowhere, and completely derail your plans, you’re forever thankful for your best friend that helps put you back on track.

𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜

It’s sort of funny how some things can lead to great friendships.

When your panic attack hit, you didn’t even know Kuroo that well, you just ended up in a study group together.

Leave it to your teacher to give you the biggest test of the year right when you’re having trouble in his class…

When you voiced your troubles to your best friend, Yaku, he immediately suggested that the two of you form a study group for the exam.

With snacks and drinks lining the table, gentle music playing from someone’s phone, and a variety of colored, dry erase markers, your group was ready to go.

At first, an hour went by with no issues. You were confidently answering questions and getting them correct. However, when you answered your first question wrong, something changed within.

Your confidence left and you suddenly went radio silent. Even if you knew the answer, you didn’t try to speak up. This did not go unnoticed by Kuroo.

As the minutes passed, little things began to develop.

The words on your paper became a staticy blur, each letter being distorted by your slowly tunneling vision. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as the rest of your body broke out into a cold sweat.

Above all else, you were having a bit of trouble getting air in. You couldn’t risk speaking, but you couldn’t be in the room any longer. Wordlessly, you stood up from your chair and rushed out of the door.

Once you were safely outside of the library, you instantly plopped down in the grass, flat on your back, gasping for air. You couldn’t breathe, and it was scaring you. Tears rushed to your squeezed-shut eyes as heavy weights pounded atop of your chest.

After about fifteen seconds of solitude, you heard hasty crunching from the grass below you. “Hey, (Y/N), you have to sit up.”

You recognized the voice… where had you-

“You’ll never get any airflow like that. Sit up with your back straight.”

Regardless, you obliged. You insecurely positioned yourself upright as the smallest amount of air returned to your lungs.

“Good job.” The voice praised. “Is it alright if I sit behind you? I won’t touch you yet if you aren’t comfortable.”

You hesitantly nodded your head, still finding yourself panting and choking on your sobs.

There wasn’t even a moment’s worth of hesitation in the sudden action. The person sat behind you, legs open, with you seated in between them.

“Here’s how we’re gonna do this.” The voice began, “Tap my right knee once for yes, twice for no. Okay?”

You tapped his right knee, mind starting to slowly unfog.

“Can I touch you yet? Are you comfortable with that?”

At this point, you were ready for the panic attack to stop, you didn’t care how. You gently tapped the person’s right knee one time.

Carefully, you were pulled flush against the person talking to you. You immediately noticed the sleek material of a windbreaker… “K-Kuroo?” You croaked.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He replied, gently taking your hand, “But don’t speak yet, you need to get your breathing under control.”

You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder, loosening the tension in your eyelids. From then on, you focused on taking a breath.

“Easy does it… nice and slow…” the male whispered, gently rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “Do you mind if I rest my hand over your heart? This works well for my little sister.”

With a staggered sigh, you tapped his knee once. What did you have to lose?

Kuroo slowly brought his hand up to the left side of your chest. “Here we go. I’m gonna start with my pointer finger, then rest my whole hand flat.”

The black-haired male did just as he said, and shockingly, you felt the weight from your chest disappearing.

You quickly began to gasp in air greedily, panting heavily as the oxygen finally returned to your lungs

“Ah, welcome. back.” Kuroo cooed, “Do you want me to let go? Or do you need more time?”

“More time…” you whispered, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck. “Sorry…”

“Nothing to be sorry about. This is completely natural. This was your brain’s way of telling you that something was off. I’m just glad that I knew what was happening, because everyone else sure as hell didn’t.”

“I’m glad that I was able to help you calm down. I know how awfully scary these can be. You probably felt like you were going to pass out back there… didn’t you?”

You nodded with a sniffle as all of the fears on your mind finally came out in the form of tears.

Kuroo carefully turned you around in his hold, maneuvering himself to hold you securely by the waist, and to have another hand running through your hair.

“It’ll be alright, let it out. You’re safe with me.“

So, you did.

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[pengujoon]

00:56

“Crusty nails? Yep.”

“Skinny fat? Tick that off.”

“Thighs that spread whenever I sit? Sure.”

“Scars from when I was-“

“What are you going on about?” You heard your husband shuffling over to your side of the bed with a worrisome look on his face. 

“Oh… it’s nothing much,” you said nonchalantly, “go back to sleep, darling. It’s nothing much for you to be concerned of.” You smiled, but he could easily see though your poorly put-on facade, and you knew that very well. 

“Love,” he sat up, hands reached out for yours, his thumbs caressing the back of your hands, “what’s wrong?” 

Your voice is a whisper, your breathing heavy as you leaned into him, the warm weighted blanket acting as a shield from the cold wind from the air conditioner. 

“You do remember that I went out with my friends yesterday for a meetup, right?” His short hum of recognition prompted you to continue. “When we were out having a good time in a cafe, our topic of conversation suddenly shifted to talking about our accomplishments - no, sorry, their accomplishments.

“One of them is a rising model, and just got signed under a rather renown modeling agency. The other one got promoted to a manager from a supervisor, and the other just started their PhD.

“I just feel like I’m lacking in everything. Beauty? Not me. Brains? Definitely not.” You chuckled emotionlessly. “What am I even remotely good at?” 

You sighed, and felt tears well up in your eyes; your voice threatened to break if you continued any longer. You wiped away the stray tear that found it’s way down your cheeks, and glanced upwards to the ceiling, feeling your limbs slowly go weak the longer you stayed in your husband’s warm embrace.

“It’s always them and how they’re doing, how good they’re doing, isn’t it?” His soft voice pierced the silence, his rough hands gently caressing your hair. You felt your tears flow down your cheeks as you nodded, your back of your right hand laying flat against your forehead, your eyes shut close in an attempt to stop the tears. 

“It’s always this feeling,” he said, looking into your eyes deeply, “this feeling of not being good enough, isn’t it? This feeling that there are always people who are better than you, no matter how much you tried.” 

You remained silent, feeling your muscle relax under his constant touch as he continued.

“Do you ever tell people the bad experiences that you go, or rather, went through?” 

Surprised by this sudden and rather unrelated question, you shook your head uncertainly.

“We all have our own battles that we face, love. It’s hard to talk about these things even with people you trust. It’s easy to look at them and think they’ve got everything figured out, like they’re walking on this smooth, glittering path while we’re trudging through mud.”

Sniffling, you whispered back. “But sometimes, it feels like they’re untouched by any of the chaos. It’s not hard to feel inadequate, you know?”

“I do, too well even for my own liking,” he chuckled, “but one thing I do know is that everyone’s battling their own storm. We’re all captains of ships, sailing through unpredictable seas. Just because we can’t see the tempest from the shore doesn’t mean they’re not there.

“We’re all writing stories that are far more intricate than they appear at first glance. It’s all those hidden chapters that truly define our narratives.” 

You sighed, then sat up to face your husband. Every time you look at him, you always wonder how it’s possible for someone to hold so much love within the depths of their gaze. His eyes hold a love so deep that as though it’s a sanctuary, a place where you can surrender yourself, your fears, and let his love embrace you fully.

“I wish,” you whispered under your breath, not looking into his eyes for you were afraid that you couldn’t hold your tears in, “I wish I could see myself the way you do.”

“Love,” he said, holding your hands, “look at me.”

You glanced up at him; he bathed in the delicate luminescence of the soft moon glow through the window, assuming an otherworldly presence, as if drawn from the tapestry of dreams.

“I wish I could gift you the mirror of my perception, to reveal the stunning masterpiece that you are. Every facet of your being, every little thing that lights up your eyes, is a marvel to me. All those scars, all those things you’re unsure about, I love them, because they’re part of you. 

“Until then, know that my eyes only reflect the truth of your magnificence and beauty, my love.”

Your eyes glimmered, a fragile response to his words, as you managed a shaky whisper, “You always know how to say the right thing.”

He leaned in, drawing you into an embrace, an unspoken promise of his affection woven into the way he held you close. He whispered, “Because every word I speak to you is laced with the truth of my heart. Your laughter, your quirks, they’re melodies that echo in my soul.”

Your fingers clenched the edge of the blanket, knuckles turning white as your gaze flickered downward. A subtle quiver danced through your voice. “But what if I’m not good enough?” The vulnerability of your question hung in the air, the unspoken turmoil evident in the slight tremor of your lips.

He shifted closer on the bed, his movement a silent affirmation of his presence. His fingers found yours, intertwining gently, offering a reassuring squeeze. With a tender gaze that held you and nothing else, he softly replied, “Love, you’re more than enough. I promise you, every doubt you have is overshadowed by the incredible person you are.

“You are not just enough, you are immeasurable in your worth. In my eyes, you’re the sun that rises after the darkest night, casting away shadows and filling the world with warmth. My love, you’re more than enough for me, for us.” 

He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.

“When I look at you, I see a universe of stars that shine uniquely. Your journey, your struggles, they’re part of what makes you breathtakingly you.” 

As your breaths synchronised in the quiet intimacy of the room, he traced the outline of your hand with his thumb, a slight reassurance of his presence. “In your laughter, I find my joy; in your eyes, my universe unfolds,” he whispered, the air charged with tenderness. “and in the depths of my being, there is a love that’s boundless, a love that defies worlds.

“And, my dearest, I love you beyond measure.”

Your emotions, held back for so long, found release in the embrace of his arms. The weight of your fears, your doubts, spilled forth in silent tears, each droplet a testament to your vulnerability. He held you, offering a sanctuary of warmth and solace, sharing the unspoken language of comfort.

Eventually, as your sobs turned to soft exhausted breaths, a tranquil calm settled over you. Gently, he shifted, his touch as delicate as a whisper as his lips brushed against your forehead.

The night felt as though it had woven its tapestry around you, painting your form with a silvery luminescence. He tenderly whispered, “Goodnight, my love,” his words a final caress before he let your dreams carry your away. 

[nanamistie]

Bokuto x gn.reader

Warings: angst,a little bit of comfort

Bokuto hated arguments, especially with you. You two know that even if you fought so bad, you still missed each other.

Bokuto felt so quilty, because he never thought that he could make you this angry, that he decided to leave you some space and he slept on the living room couch.

The space that he gave you was good for you, but bad for him. He hated to sleep alone in such a tiny place, he wanted to wrap his arms around you and kiss you on the forehead, while he's apologizing for making you mad.

Thinking of you and how mad you we're, made him cry to sleep, but the problems we're 1. he cried so silently that you didn't even hear him, and 2. he didn't sleep the whole night.

He missed you so much, he wanted to lay next to you in the bed and hug you tight, but he didn't dare to do it. You we're so asleep that you didn't even hear his footsteps.

Next thing you know, Bokuto entered the bedroom so quietly and so polite, you didn't even feel his presence. He didn't dare laying next to you in the bed, he felt too quilty.

He laid next to your bed, not even touching the edge of the bed. He sat down and admire you. He saw something that broke his heart, tears on YOUR cheeks. He couldn't believe it, he really made you cry. It felt so horrible for him. He immediately took your hand into his, which was hanging on the ground, still sit next to your bed, and lay down on the floor holding your hand.

He kissed your hand and whisper a "I'm so sorry, angel,so sorry" and a "good night,love". He felt so bad,he wanted to go emo mode and cry under his desk, but he fought the urge to do that, he was thinking of making you feel better as soon as you woke up in the morning.

It was 2 am. He couldn't do it anymore, it was heartbreaking to him, he couldn't just stay there next to you and don't apologize, hug and kiss you. He decided to stay up all night and go out to get your favorite things. He bought you ingredients for your favorite breakfast, a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers, a teddy bear and your favorite sweets.

You hear the door close and you wake up so quickly and go see who opened the door. You saw Bokuto with a lot of bags in his hands and you go to the living room to talk to him. You know he felt bad, you couldn't even get him out of your mind.

"Kou, what are you doing up this late" you said yawning. A that point, he felt even worse, but felt a little chance of you forgiving him. "Baby, I'm so so so so sorry-" you see your tall boyfriend with big black circles under his eyes, you immediately interrupt him. "You haven't slept already?" He pouts a little because you didn't let him apologize but responde with a quiet "no...". As you hear that, you take him by his wrist and bring him to the bedroom. You want to put him in the bed but you felt him not wanting to come in bed with you. "Kou,..." you said with a shaky voice.

"I don't deserve to sleep next to you! I-, I hurt you, I made you cry, I-"you cut him off with a sloppy kiss. Tears we're streaming on both of your face, eyes we're closed and hands we're snaking on you both.

"I'm sorry"he says as the kiss breaks. "It's okay baby, everything alright"you kiss his forehead and push him slowly on the bed. You two end up cuddling the rest of the night, not knowing what of a surprise your going to find in the morning.

...

Hope you liked it! Don't forget that requests are open!

[softxsuki]

Can I please request an urgent request about Kenma taking care of reader after their very painful stomach surgery? Thank you TT

Kenma Taking Care of Reader After Their Surgery

Pairing: Kenma x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of surgery, fear, crying, vomiting, pain

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: In which Kenma takes care of you after your surgery

[A/N: Suzyyyyyyyy I hope you get better soon! I didn't specify the type of surgery reader had, bc I wasn't sure what to add to make it that specific and this just flowed better for me, I hope that's okay. enjoy <;3]

“Are you L/N’s family? They’re out of surgery now and in a room, you can all come in to see them now, if you’d like. They’re finally awake,” a Doctor calls out to Kenma and your family who are sitting anxiously in the hospital waiting room.

His character on his phone screen dies for the nth time at the news as he jumps up from his seat. He had spent his time in the waiting room playing a game on his phone, but really his mind was completely on you the whole time, not able to fully absorb himself in his games like he usually would.

Before your surgery, he did a great job of reassuring you that you’d be okay and seemed very calm on the outside about the whole thing, but on the inside he was freaking out. He hated how fearful you were about the whole process and would come to hate how much pain you’d be in afterwards. He wished he could take all your fear away, hence why he remained calm. Him freaking out in front of you wouldn't have helped you. And now nerves were eating him away inside as he walked behind your family to your hospital room.

The white walls were suffocating, and if it weren’t for you, Kenma would have never chosen to be in a place like that. He just wanted to be back home with you like things always were. His heartbeat was up to his throat as he approached the door that was slowly opened by your mother. Your mother was the first one by your side, checking you over to see if you were okay despite the pain clearly etched on your features. 

Kenma snuck beside you and gave your hand a gentle squeeze before taking a seat in the far corner of your hospital room, away from your family. As much as he wanted to scan you up and down and try to distract you from the pain you felt, he was still a little uncomfortable displaying affection in front of your family, so he waited for them to leave. His eyes were on you the whole time, trying to express his love for you through them since he couldn’t say it out loud.

After what felt like hours with you in and out of sleep and groans of pain leaving your lips along with tears falling from your eyes, your family were finally heading out for the night. They bid you farewell and even patted Kenma on the back as your mother hugged him quickly, which embarrassed him a bit, but he hugged her back regardless–and then they were gone. 

Now it was just the two of you in your hospital room. Visiting hours would be over in a few more hours, but he planned on staying there with you the whole time. Kenma took a seat on the chair your mother once occupied and held your hand gently as more tears fell from your eyes. 

“It hurts so much,” you croak out, your throat in pain from the tubes that were down them during surgery.

He visibly gulps at the sight of you in pain; he hated seeing you like that. If he could take on all your pain for you he would–in a heartbeat. He felt so helpless beside you as all he could offer you were comforting words and his presence, but other than that, you had to go through the pain on your own with the very weak aid of your pain medication. 

“I know Y/N,” he says softly, rubbing small circles on the back of your hand that he was still holding, “I wish I could do more to help you feel better, but all I can really do is just be here for you.”

And as much as it hurt to see you in so much pain, he stayed. Every day he came to the hospital as soon as visiting hours started, to the point until they ended. He stayed through the vomiting, the crying, restless nights–he was right there by your side until your discharge day. 

Going home, Kenma continued to look after you. He listened carefully to the doctor's instructions, taking notes and memorizing everything like he would with the instructions to one of his video games. He was very serious about making sure you healed properly and got better as soon as possible.

In the beginning, he tries to keep you as still as possible, getting everything you need for you so you don’t have to strain yourself. He makes sure you’re well hydrated, even when that becomes too hard for you. When the time comes for you to get up on your feet, he’d hold your hand the whole time in case you need to squeeze it for support or if a rush of pain goes through you. All thoughts of video games go out the window and you become his main mission each day. He’s not satisfied until you’re fully healed.

Spends most nights pressing comforting kisses to your face and lips, shyly. He’s usually not so forward with his affection, but he thought maybe he would help distract you from your pain, so he didn’t mind if he got a little embarrassed. 

One day you ask if you can play some games with him to help pass the time. You were sick and tired of the pain and just bored of not being able to go out like you usually did. 

“Sure,” he agrees, setting up his console for the both of you.

You end up playing some multiplayer game with him, but he lets you win each round, he’s just truly focused on you, glad to see you in higher spirits for a change. 

“Cute…”he whispers without even realizing it, clamping his hand over his mouth once what he said sets in and your eyes meet his.

Now bright red, he refuses to take his words back because he did mean them, you were so cute to him, absolutely beautiful, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be any less embarrassed about it. You just smile at him and lean in for a kiss, making sure to not strain yourself in the process though, Kenma jumps up and connects your lips for you in a gentle kiss full of love. 

The game is once again forgotten and the two of you talk for the rest of the night until it’s time for you to sleep again. It’s probably your third nap of the day, but he tucks you in and gets cozy beside you, joining you in each of your naps so you’re not lonely. 

He loves you so much, and you’ll definitely feel the love during these next few weeks together as he takes care of you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/28/2022