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mod-ibuki · 3 years ago

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"backstabber..!" || dangnaronpa protags x reader

the feels: angst?

PAIRINGS: MAKOTO NAEGI X READER, HAJIME HINATA X READER, SHUICHI SAIHARA X READER, KAEDE AKAMATSU X READER

warnings: killing is mentioned, reader is executed, swearing

A/N: addicted to backstabber by ke$ha, decided to make this (sorry for the oocness, by the way-)

MAKOTO NAEGI

🍀 Makoto didn't want to believe it. he didn't want to doubt Kirigiri's deduction, he really didn't, and he never thought he would, but he did. he just couldn't believe his.. his lover was the mastermind! of this hellhole, of this despair, of this suffering..! Makoto was in denial about it for a while, but Kirigiri wouldn't allow it so, she presented the undeniable evidence she had.

🍀 he cries, obviously very sad that he made it this far with his S/O only to be told they're the person he disliked the most in this awful situation. Makoto starts avoiding his S/O, not even wanting to look them in the eyes. it just pains him to do so, you can't blame him!

🍀 "um.. th- the mastermind is.." everyone encourages him to say it, to say who put them in this stupid game. the one behind Monokuma's actions, the one behind all these executions and murders!

🍀 but Makoto can't exactly do it, he's having trouble. he's stuttering, and beating around the bush while his S/O is curiously looking at him, probably mocking him.

🍀 suddenly, they asked. "Makoto, darling, who is it? you need to tell us so we can finally get out of here." and that's when he fully breaks.

🍀 he's obviously trying to keep his tears in, and he finally says who it is. he provides evidence that Kirigiri had given him, and his S/O is just standing there with no expression the entire time.

🍀 "um. d- do i have it right, L/N..?"

🍀 the h/c person doesn't reply, only staring. their face is neutral, and they aren't speaking either. they're just.. there. Togami butts in, seemingly annoyed about the amount of silence taking up the class trial. "well? how is his deduction, which i assume is also Kirigiri's? answer it, L/N."

🍀 and then they finally spoke. "have what right?" L/N played clueless, tilting their head and chuckling under their breath. "i don't understand, are you saying i'm the mastermind of all people? seriously? Makoto, is that what you really think of me? a monster?" Makoto hesitates before answering, but he does eventually answer with a "yes". he avoided answering the "monster" part.

🍀 L/N admitted after a few minutes of pushing, and Makoto doesn't know how he's supposed to take it. he just remained how he usually would act, optimistic and hopeful. but he wasn't hopeful at this moment.

🍀 one question stayed in his mind.

🍀 "did i fill you with despair, Makoto?"

🍀 what.. was he feeling at that moment? when his S- when, L/N was being executed? Makoto couldn't have been feeling despair, he was the Ultimate Hope, afterall. what L/N asked him wouldn't ever get to him.

🍀 right?

HAJIME HINATA

🍊 haha.. i had trouble writing for this guy. wasn't sure exactly how to write him.. lol.

🍊 anyway, after every single execution, including Nanami's, he'd always go to his S/O for comfort, and it'd work everytime. Hajime was glad that he had someone like his S/O to be in this, although he was horrified of the thought that either him or his S/O could die. executed or murdered, he tried protecting his S/O in whatever way he could.

🍊 Hajime loved them with all his heart, which is exactly why he was devastated to death when he put the dots together, and realized that his S/O, the one who helped him, the one who cared for him, the one who loved him, would ever put him through this.

🍊 now, unlike Makoto, he wouldn't cry. not physically at least. Hajime mentally beat himself up about things, and he'd just sit in his cabin, rethinking about his decision about his partner. was this the right choice? what if he was wrong and he betrayed his S/O's trust?

🍊 was the love of his life really the mastermind of this fucked up game? the torture that killed people who didn't deserve it?

🍊 Hajime decides that he isn't going to show the evidence to his partner or to anyone, and is just going to keep it to himself for the trial. he'd rather that he only suffered these awful feelings.

🍊 again, unlike Makoto, he wouldn't stutter while presenting evidence, but he wouldn't talk to or look at his S/O while the trial is occurring. no way that he'd be able to do that. though, an accidental glance happened (or was his S/O planning it..?), and it made him pause for a minute.

🍊 he was rethinking his choices again. the others begged him to proceed, that they needed this to get out safely and-

🍊 "Hajime? do you really think i'm the mastermind? because you know i'm not. you're accusing me wrongly, but it's okay. just stop telling them false evidence, and reveal the true mastermind to us. you can do that, right?"

🍊 Fuyuhiko blows up. "the hell? let Hinata continue! we need this shit to get out, and what do you mean by true mastermind!?" he's confused, furrowing his eyebrows.

🍊 L/N looks confused, yet smiles. "um.. y'know, the true mastermind." Hajime was having an internal battle until that, and snapped his head towards L/N, but not making eye contact. "what.. do you mean?" suddenly, he felt a bad feeling. that something horrible and terrifying was about to be revealed.

🍊 "you know what i'm talking about, right? like, you of all people should know, Hajime. i'm not the mastermind at all."

🍊 Owari looked down and raised an eyebrow, clearly not getting what was happening (she was feeling the same way as the others, confused), "what the hell is happenin'?! i'm confused!" Souda groaned, "you're always confused, Owari!"

🍊 "y'know.. the mastermind mastermind." they slowly turned to Hajime with a sick smile on their face, it made his stomach turn.

🍊 "Izuru Kamukura."

SHUICHI SAIHARA

�� i couldn't decide if i should've used the magnifying glass or the cap emoji. and i'm so sorry but that magnifying glass emoji is reserved for Kyoko (<3) and Shuichi had some cap anyway so..

🧢 alrighty! so, this man was gaining so much confidence. he was finally able to be confident in himself and his detective skills, Shuichi could fully call himself, while still being completely confident about it, the Ultimate Detective.

🧢 and while Momota and Harukawa helped, Shuichi's S/O helped him the most. even outside of this stupid killing game, his partner would support him every way they could. they were loving, and would care for him. and Shuichi appreciated everything they did for him so, so much.

🧢 when he figured out who the mastermind exactly was, he cried. Shuichi cried until he couldn't, and he tried to convince himself that it wasn't his S/O. that it was someone else, like.. Tsumugi! but that couldn't have been the truth. and all Shuichi wanted to put out was the exact truth.

🧢 except it was so hard to accept this truth, and Shuichi knew, that as a detective, he HAD to accept it. no matter how harsh or brutal it was, he would have to accept it. and he tried to, he really, really did, but even after he told everyone the truth in the final class trial, Shuichi had so much doubt in his mind. he was second guessing everything.

🧢 while we're on the topic of the class trial, he was so scared. Shuichi was scared about what his S/O would think, about what the others would think. if they really were the mastermind, that should've been good, right? but Shuichi would be filled with so much.. despair. and what if they weren't the mastermind? what would everyone think of him? they'd be disappointed, and they'd all die, hating him. especially his S/O, he would lose his trust and would lose them.

🧢 so.. what did he do? how was his physical state in the trial? well, he was an absolute mess in the trial. he'd slip up constantly, would make up excuses, he's stuttering, and Shuichi truly looks like he's about to cry his eyes out until he couldn't once more. and he was about to, but Harukawa comforted him, though it was not direct, Shuichi knew what she was attempting to do, and it kept him from completely breaking.

🧢 "uh- uhm.. t-the mastermind.." he trails off, his mind going blank. what was he going to say again? and while he was trying to gain his thoughts again, Yumeno anxiously spoke up. "wh- what?! who is it!?" Harukawa glared at Yumeno, who toned her voice down. "quit it, let Saihara regain his thoughts. i don't see you revealing the truth." K1-B0 tried calming them down. "um, let us allow Saihara to tell us who this mastermind is. it is very important information as this will save us from these insane killings."

🧢 Shuichi's S/O suddenly talked, and Shuichi feels his heart break, and then feels like he was being stabbed repeatedly with no mercy. "yeah, Yumeno. shut up. no offense," they turned to Shuichi with a warm smile, that would've been comforting, but it just made Shuichi feel like throwing up instead. "anyway, c'mon, you can do it. tell us who it is, we need to know."

🧢 "F/- L/N, p-please. stop.. just, stop pretending. it- it's hurting me so, so much. i-i can't take it." Shuichi turned to L/N with slight tears in his eyes, and L/N's smiled slowly, but surely, disappeared and the others were confused. they all turned towards L/N, then to Shuichi. "um.. what's happening? Saihara, who's the mastermind..?" Shirogane's soft voice asked, confused as the rest were. Yumeno agreed, "yeah.. is this some type of soap drama?" again, Harukawa glared at her. "shut up."

🧢 Shuichi built up the courage to speak once more, but L/N quickly interrupted him. "Shuichi? what's going on? are you okay?" their voice is so.. caring, that it makes the detective so sick to his stomach. were they.. trying to do something? "y-yes. i'll reveal who the mastermind is, rig- right now."

🧢 everyone's eyes widened, minus L/N's. they remained without a smile, and the caring voice that was from earlier didn't seem like it belonged to them at all. "oh, you do now? tell us. are you confident in yourself?" L/N's personality seemed to change so quickly, and so Shuichi couldn't handle it and revealed who it was so quickly, and didn't tell the whole closing argument thing, that it basically stunned everyone to silence.

🧢 after a few minutes of absolute silence, L/N's personality changed once more. "you're like, totally totally sure?! 'cause that's a wild fuckin' accusation, y'know!?" Harukawa raised an eyebrow, "why are you acting like this all of a sudden? are you truly the mastermind behind all this, like Saihara said?"

🧢 and it changed again. "oh.. um.. well, i wouldn't say that! i'm totally way too innocent to be the mastermind! all that was, was a pointless, stupid, totally wrong, accusation!" the trial went on and on, but Shuichi would just stand there until it was all done. and as the trial was finishing, and the end was finally coming through, L/N asked a question that would make Shuichi fall into despair very soon.

🧢 "i still love you, Shuichi. you love me too, right?"

KAEDE AKAMATSU

🎼 kayayday!! :D

🎼 anyway, this woman had so much support throughout her life, and she loved her S/O to death, she supported them and they supported her! definitely a win-win situation.

🎼 well, they were both(?) very happy until the killing game, of course. after the first execution, Shirogane's, and the first murder, Amami's, and so on, Kaede became more and more anxious. what if her partner were to go insane and.. well, she didn't want to doubt her S/O, and she didn't want to ever think about the outcome of that possibility.

🎼 Kaede was more scared for her S/O's life rather than her own, they meant too much to her, and she'd probably go insane if they were to die. She was paranoid, and counted on Saihara to help her and her S/O get through this, along with her hope to stay alive.

🎼 Kaede wanted nothing more but to get out of this hellhole. She hated the mastermind who put them through this, and she had sworn to herself and to all the people that she'd find out who it was, and kill them. even if it cost her own life.

🎼 this, of course, included her S/O. and as Kaede looks back on it, it makes her so uncomfortable. the fact that her S/O just sat there and nodded, agreeing to everything she said, while still being the mastermind behind all this, makes her so.. angry, yet sad.

🎼 "you know? i just.. want to get out of here, with the others. i don't want anyone else to die, but i know i can't stop them even if i were to sacrifice my own life." Kaede looked at her S- at, L/N with sad eyes, as they nodded. "yeah, i agree. i just want to get out of here safely," they put a hand on her shoulder, and smiled. "with the rest of you."

🎼 the last trial started. Kaede found her hand in L/N's, who took her hand and gripped it. as the elevator went down and down, Kaede got more and more scared. this was the last class trial after all, that meant all this pain would end if they got everything in the right place, like a puzzle.

🎼 that meant, there was no turning back. Kaede looked into L/N's eyes, and she swore she saw something swirling in their eyes, but perhaps it was just her imagination. after all, her imagination was pretty wild sometimes.

🎼 Saihara has presented her something earlier on though. the evidence that L/N was the mastermind. Kaede, well, she was hesitant to believe this, but knew that she couldn't deny it. this evidence was from the Ultimate Detective, and it was practically undeniable. as much as it pained her to accept it, she did in the end.

🎼 "L/N, are you.. the mastermind?" Kaede firmly asked, her hands shaking as her right hand pointed towards L/N, the supposed mastermind. Harukawa raised an eyebrow, then looked towards L/N, Saihara nodded approvingly, Yumeno groaned and put her face under her hat, and K1-B0 stared at them.

🎼 Harukawa spoke quickly after Kaede. "well?" L/N didn't exactly respond well. they simply rolled their eyes, and sighed out of frustration. "nah, i deny. how come you can accuse the ultimate [talent] and not the ultimate assassin or the ultimate detective? they seem like smartasses, and i'm clearly not the smartest in the room." they closed their eyes, seemingly calm about this. even though they were being accused of being the mastermind of this whole ordeal.

🎼 "well.." Saihara was about to contradict, before L/N cut him off. "quit it, emo chick. anyway," suddenly, as they turned towards Kaede, their snarky personality seemed to have changed to a sweeter one. "Kaede, you've got this all wrong. i'm not the mastermind, not in a million years. humans are too.. um.. precious? for this world to be in a killing game!" they turned to where no one could hear or see them, and remarked, "precious? the hell?" they turned back to the rest, and cleared their throat.

🎼 Kaede gulped, and nodded. "yes, L/N. we have evidence for our claim!"

🎼 L/N's personality changed again, and it was one that had no personality at all. just.. emotionless. "oh? is that so? well, present it."

🎼 K1-B0 became even more confused than before, "you're not going to deny the evidence that could be used against you?" L/N looked at the ultimate robot, and nodded. "so? i'm not the mastermind anyway, so whatever."

🎼 "are-" Saihara started, but was instantly cut off again by L/N. "shut it." Harukawa sighed, and looked towards Kaede. "continue, show the evidence."

🎼 and so, Kaede presented the evidence. it was all pointed towards L/N, except there were more.. darker assets. these darker assets made Harukawa shiver, even.

🎼 Kaede though, was absolutely heartbroken. the love of her life was the one that she hated the most. the one she had wished was dead, and Kaede didn't know how to think about it.

🎼 she watched as L/N was being executed, and they turned towards her with a smile that seemed genuine, but Kaede had slightly doubted it. L/N mouthed something to her, and Kaede felt her whole world freeze.

🎼 "you still haven't showed me how to play piano."

A/N: (HAHAHAHA IM SORRY FOR THE WOODY GIF LMFAO) okay, soooo i made all this at Expo 2020, and it was kinda a pain bc i had to walk while doing this shit 😭 anyway i just realized 2 of my official posts (including this ofc) include the reader dying. help. also, i got kinda lazy on the end bc i was just getting tired and for some reason Tumblr didn't save Kaede's original one?? i'm sorry for not including Komaru on this, i love her to death but i decided 4 was enough since Expo was gonna be a long ride already shshdhhd

#danganronpa #shuichi saihara x reader #makoto naegi x reader #hahime hinata x reader #kaede akamatsu x reader #4 main protags x reader #danganronpa x reader #angst?#triggerhappyhavoc #goodbye despair #killing harmony #dr1 #sdr2 #v3

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yourtamaki · 4 years ago

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history doesn’t repeat, it rhymes

sakusa x gn!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, elements of depersonalization, non-explicit mentions of sex

dedicated to: @onyxoverride (thank you for beta reading) & @saintdabi

you can’t remember the last time you saw your reflection.

it wasn’t deliberate, the way you turned your back to the full length mirror in your closet every morning when you got dressed, how you usually dodged your reflection coming out of the shower like you did just now. at least, not at first. not until you realized how much better you felt now that you didn’t have to come face to face with a stranger everyday. that was the only word to describe whatever lived in the mirror. a stranger. any recognizable part of you had rotted away long ago. all that remained now was an empty husk with dead eyes and a selfish heart. the same selfish heart that set you on this path in the first place.

was it worth it? you wanted to ask your past self. was his love worth what you did to yourself?

the very first night you met sakusa set the tone for the rest of your relationship. you’re still not entirely sure why you accepted your roommate, hinata’s, invitation to his team’s party to celebrate their record win streak. it probably had something to do with the puppy dog eyes he threw you. regardless, you went, wearing an outfit you were losing confidence in by the second and leaning against a wall as far from the drunk crowd as you could get. you never liked parties like this. too many people, too loud. but for your best friend, you were willing to grit your teeth and bare it.

a part of you, larger than you would ever admit, wishes you never looked to your left that day. wishes that you never spotted the curly haired man looking so sullen despite half his face being covered with a mask, that you didn’t notice the way his eyes flickered from his empty red cup to where you knew the kitchen to be, how he wearily eyed the crowd of people that separated him from it.

“i was about to grab a drink. i can bring something back for you if you’d like?” the first thing you ever said to the love of your life was a lie. you were planning on staying tucked in your corner all night, safe from the dancing drunks who had no concept of personal space until hinata was ready to leave. and yet the words were almost ripped out of you the moment your eyes landed on him, a fierce need to help the man flaring up from nowhere. you could only assume he had separated himself from the party for the same reason you had and it pulled on your heartstrings. no one ever noticed when you needed help so why not extend that courtesy to him instead? he blinked at you as though he had to process your offer before he nodded.

“yes, please i’d appreciate it.” his voice was different than you expected it to be. slow and calm despite the way his fist clenched and unclenched. “just water. a closed bottle if you can find it.”

his brows furrowed for a moment when you held out your hand before letting out a quiet ah and handing you his empty cup. it was endearing how he placed it in your hand, balancing it carefully on your palm.

“be right back.” you shot him a smile and started to make your way across the floor, getting pushed and jostled the entire way there. you made quick work of tossing the garbage into the overflowing trash bag and dug out two water bottles from behind a rack of beer cans in the fridge. the trip back was no easier and you breathed a sigh of relief when you were once again in your small private bubble with the man. the discomfort you endured, the skin crawling sensation of all those bodies too close to you was worth the way his eyes lit up when he saw you’d returned.

he accepted the cool bottle with a murmured thanks, pulling his mask down and tucking it under his chin. handsome was your first thought and his name was your second. the two distinct moles on his brow should’ve given it away that you were talking to sakusa kiyoomi. you’d seen enough of hinata’s games, heard enough stories to put a name to the face. he held your stare as you placed him in your mind, taking a sip from the bottle as he did. an urge to say something, anything to keep those eyes on you bubbled up hot and fast and you said the first thing that came to mind.

“my roommate’s your teammate.”

“is he? which one?”

“hinata. shoyo.” you added as though there was another hinata on the msby roster.

“ah. my condolences.” the corner of his lips quirked up when you snorted. “i’ve seen how he leaves a locker room. i don’t want to imagine what his room looks like.”

“it’s not pretty, that’s for sure.” you said, leaning your shoulder against the wall and taking a moment to regard him. “can i ask why you’re here? shoyo told me you don’t like crowds so a party must be hard on you.”

“would you believe me if i said contractual obligations?”

“nope cause i helped shoyo go through his contract and i don’t remember ragers being a part of the deal.” a small burst of pride bloomed in your chest when he laughed, a quick huff from his nose and amused eyes as though he didn’t expect it.

“you got me.” you waited for him to explain and deflated a bit when he remained silent. that is, until you followed where his eyes had wandered. it was easy to spot hinata from across the party. he sat high above the rest of the crowd on bokuto’s shoulders, leaning back occasionally to test bokuto’s reaction time and giggling every time he was caught at the last moment. meian was trying in vain to pull the ginger down while atsumu seemed to be on facetime with someone recording the whole thing, his loud laughter ringing out clearly over the music.

“you’re here for them?” you said just as the realization dawned on you. sakusa twitched, so small you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t been watching him so closely.

“spending time with your teammates promotes better gameplay on the court.”

“i’m sure it does. but wanting to hang out with your friends isn’t a crime.”

“we are hanging out. i’m here, aren’t i? if they wanted to talk to me, they know where to find me.” the bitterness in his tone wasn’t enough to mask the acceptance behind his words, of being resigned to his fate as the forgotten one.

“well, i found you.” he looked over at you, something unreadable swimming behind his eyes before they softened.

“yeah. you did. you know, you’ve talked a lot about shoyo but i don’t know anything about you. i don’t even know your name.” he said. heat raced to your cheeks, flustered that he seemed to be paying as much attention to you that you were to him.

“i didn’t even notice, sorry.” you said before offering your name. he repeated it back, once, twice, rolling it around on his tongue and you watched his mouth, mesmerized by how it curled around a word you’ve heard your whole life until it sounded new again. he spoke your name in a soft, hushed whisper and you wondered if his lips would feel just as soft. half-lidded, his gaze flickered downwards like he was wondering the same thing.

the rest of the night was a blur in your mind. all you could recall was that you chatted with sakusa until the others found you and you drove a passed-out hinata home with a new contact saved to your phone.

the reminiscing left you drained, clutching your phone in your hands, the screen frozen on that same contact as you collapsed into bed and yet you couldn’t stop the rest of the memories from flooding through your mind, the truth you’ve been holding off for too long. you’ve picked at a festering wound that was best left alone. if you didn’t think too hard about it, if you ignored how it grew and ate away at you, it wouldn’t hurt as much. right? but it was too late. you’ve pulled the string and now you’re left to deal with your own unraveling.

you scrolled through your texts for what feels like a lifetime, the entirety of your relationship flashing by and disappearing in an instant until you could scroll no higher. of course you sent the first text. a formal message that didn’t look anything like how you actually text with one too many exclamation points in your desperation to come across friendly.

your fingers moved across the screen and when your mind caught up, your thumb was hovering over the button to delete the entire conversation. you never wanted to see evidence of who you used to be ever again. you didn’t want to be reminded of the person you cut and broke and killed until they fit into sakusa’s neat life. but sentimentality stilled your hand, the phone dropping from your limp fingers and crashing to the floor. you didn’t bother reaching for it.

the accursed memories refuse to let you be, another bobbing up to the surface from the murky depths and pulling you under before you could stop it. one that showed what little agency you had in your own life.

it started the way it always did. you noticed him. noticed how tired he was every time you spoke. how you went from going out on dates to always staying in to maybe being lucky enough to say good night over the phone before he crashed for the day. and sure, you were lonely. so starved for him it ached. but that was overshadowed by your worry for him. you would lay awake wondering if he’d remember to eat that day, if he had the energy to clean his apartment and if he didn’t, how much was that adding to his stress?

so you swung by his place the next morning after he had left for practice, spent the day cleaning, restocked his fridge and were nearly done making dinner when he returned. his exhaustion was truly hammered home when he walked straight past the kitchen on autopilot before doubling back, tilting his head at you in confusion.

“what are you doing here, darling?”

“helping out.” you turned back to the stove and busied yourself with mindless stirring, afraid that you’d been too eager and overstepped. “you seemed pretty tired these days so i wanted to do something for you but you’re back earlier than i expected so i can just go if you want to be alone just let me-”

your rambling was cut off when a force barrelled into you and sakusa hugged you tight from behind, head buried in the crook of your shoulder. all at once, whatever anxiety had been growing fled you and you relaxed into his touch.

“thank you.” it wasn’t the words that made your heart leap to your throat. it was the sincerity, the slight crack at the end that told you he had more he wanted to say but didn’t know how.

you fell into a routine of going over to his apartment, looking after things, kissing him when he returned and staying over at night. at first, it was once a week. then over the weekend, then every other day.

“you should move in.” even though you half expected your relationship to take this next step, it still took you by surprise the casual way sakusa brought it up. you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to move in with him just yet. you built a home with hinata and that apartment meant everything to you, all your happiest memories were made there and oh no sakusa was still waiting for an answer.

“i should?”

“yeah.”

and that was the end of it. you were packed and out of hinata’s apartment (because it was his now. his and atsumu’s. not yours, it’ll never be yours again) by the end of the month. most of your things didn’t come with you but that was fine, right? so what if you still felt like a guest in your home even to this day with none of yourself being reflected in the apartment? you got to wake up to see the love of your life every day and that made everything worth it.

until you started waking up alone.

extra training, he said. the team drafted new players and he had to get used to their play style, he said. and you believed him, trusted that he’d be home with you if he could. so you took the crushing loneliness and swallowed it down like a bitter pill. you smiled wide when he came home late with only the moon to light your bedroom and let him use your body to rid the stress of the day.

the dead of night was the only time you’d have him all to yourself. you could be greedy for his attention when he was buried inside you. it was easy to pretend you clawed up and down his back because you were caught up in the moment and not because you were desperate to keep him close to you. easy to pretend the tears in your eyes were from pleasure and not from how much you missed his voice.

and when he was empty and spent, you would stroke his hair until he fell asleep and then, only then, would you whisper all the things you couldn’t tell him during the day. small, meaningless anecdotes that you knew would earn you a wry smile if he was awake to hear them, the one he used when he didn’t want to let on how close he was to laughing. the stolen moments were a salve on your fractured heart but it was never enough to heal it. in the end, when you were once again alone in your too-wide bed, it only served to remind you just how deep the cracks were.

maybe that’s where you went wrong. you gave away your heart to someone and got nothing in return, nothing to plug up the all-consuming void in your chest. there was nothing left of you. no, that wasn’t quite true. there was nothing good left of you. you gave him your best parts and all you had now was pure resentment that burned hot and fierce in your core, so acidic it ate everything in its path. it burned away the dredges of your soul until all you could do was allow it to climb up and scorch your throat in a silent scream.

another memory. it’s strange what your brain chose to latch onto as you spiralled. on the surface, you remember this to be a happier time. but as it overtook you, you’re reminded almost violently that the edges of this memory are stained with the early decay of your identity.

before the early mornings and late nights, before you got into the habit of staring at your ceiling and wondering how you got to that point, you and sakusa had a tradition. you’d both find something, a story, a movie, that you think the other doesn’t know and share it with them. that day sakusa came to you with the myth of orpheus and eurydice.

he told you the story of a man so in love with his wife he journeys to the underworld after she dies to find her, how hades tells him he can guide her to the land of the living but orpheus must trust that eurydice is following him. if he turns around, eurydice’s fate is sealed. sakusa explained how in every version of the myth, orpheus turned around at the very end out of an uncontrollable, unfiltered love for his wife. whether it was because he was excited to see the end of the tunnel and wanted to share his joy with her or because he feared she got lost, either one stems from the love he has for her. the love that sent him to find her is the same love that doomed her in the end. but the more sakusa spoke about orpheus, the more you wondered about the other protagonist of the story.

“why didn’t eurydice try to let orpheus know she was there? she could’ve held his hand or touched his back or something.” you asked. you were laying your head on sakusa’s chest, letting the low rumble wash over you as he read you the tale. the question had been bugging you as the story came to its conclusion though you couldn’t place your finger as to why.

“she was a spirit. she would pass right through him.”

“yeah but…” you searched for the words to explain your confusion. “she didn’t even try.”

“it wouldn’t have mattered either way.”

you opened your mouth to press the issue further, too stubborn to let it go just yet when you heard sakusa sigh out of his nose. it was enough for any question to die on your tongue and all that came out was a quiet, “i guess so.”

it was a nothing memory. an empty thing to remind you of better times that you’ve had no need to look back on. so why did that moment swirl around your head now, as you crumbled in your lowest moments? scattered pieces start to form together in the recesses of your mind but before you could call them forth to make a full image, the bedroom door swung open and sakusa walked in.

for once, you don’t slip on your well worn porcelain mask. you don’t school your expression and force it to mold into something that couldn’t quite be called happy. instead, you sat up straight in bed, held his gaze and did nothing to hide the maelstrom of hurt that raged inside you. a sick satisfaction shot through your veins when his steps faltered at the force of your stare.

“what’s wrong?” he asked.

what isn’t? you thought but instead said, “nothing. i was just thinking. about us.”

“oh.” his eyes are already sliding away from you, a quiet detachment in his voice that made you grind your teeth in frustration.

“remember that greek story you told me about?”

“mhmm.”

“tell me again why eurydice didn’t reach out.” there it is again. a short, sharp exhale from his nose. he opened his mouth but you spoke before he could. “humour me.”

“she was dead, darling. she couldn’t touch him, he couldn’t hear her so there was no point.”

“no point? there was no point in trying to tell orpheus that she was behind him? he climbed into the underworld for her and she couldn’t try?”

“could you--?” he cut himself off and pinched the bridge of his nose. “it’s late. i’m exhausted and really not in the mood so can we go to bed?”

“doesn’t that sound familiar?” you continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “one person bending heaven and hell for the person they love while the other can’t even meet them halfway. remind you of anything?”

now you had his full attention. his brows scrunched together and you’re not sure if he’s trying to figure out the meaning behind your words or the reason for your hostile tone. you don’t feel like helping him out either and instead watched the gears turn in his head with something akin to glee. it’s his turn to be paranoid, to overthink, to pick apart every moment of your relationship and dissect it piece by rotted piece.

“please don’t be vague. if you’re upset with me, tell me.” it was the most emotion you’ve heard from him in so long, you were taken aback for a moment.

“i’m a bit past ‘upset’, omi.”

“i’m sorry.”

you scoffed. “you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”

“you’re hurt and it’s my fault. that's enough for me to say sorry.”

“you don’t understand.” he crossed the room in three large strides, sitting on the edge of the bed to leave space between you.

“then help me understand.”

you floundered for the right words to explain the mountain of revelations you’ve uncovered and settled for, “how do i take my coffee, kiyoomi?”

he took your use of his full name in stride. “black. one sugar.”

“no that’s how you take your coffee. that’s the only way you ever make coffee. i had to learn to like it.”

“what, you’re mad i don’t know how you like your coffee?” you know he didn’t mean anything by it, that’s he's always been more blunt that he means to be but it doesn’t stop you from feeling patronized and the hurt loosened your tongue.

“it’s not about the coffee! it’s not about the fact that eurydice was a ghost. it’s the effort, omi. you haven’t put an ounce of effort into this relationship. i’m the one who has to bend. i’m the one that has to change, it’s never you.”

“i never asked you to.” the truth of the statement knocked the air out of your lungs. because that's the worst part, isn’t it? you have no one to blame your misery on but yourself.

“i don’t know how to love you without sacrificing pieces of myself. and i’m empty, kiyoomi, i've given you all of me. and it feels like you’ve given me nothing in return.”

his head was bowed while he listened but from how tight he laced his fingers together, you know he was fighting to stay calm. “you know i love you, right?”

“do you? do you love me or love that i’m convenient? love that i clean your place and make you food and have a hole you can--”

“stop.” you didn’t know it was possible for so much heartbreak to be packed into a single word. it sobered you of your venom and in its place, shame came rushing in.

“i’m sorry. i'm pissed at myself for letting it get this far and i’m taking it out on you. i don’t regret loving you. but it feels like that’s the only thing living inside me. like i’m not even a person anymore.”

“i should’ve noticed. it shouldn’t have taken you snapping for me to realize what was going on.”

“maybe.”

silence, suffocating silence, stretched and morphed time until it felt like you’ve aged a decade in a moment. and then sakusa spoke.

“you’ll help a stranger just because they look like they might need it and ask for nothing in return. you’ll make someone food just so you can be sure they ate that day. you’ll tell me about your day while i fall asleep and i don’t think i could sleep without hearing your voice. you’re kind and too selfless for your own good and the best person i’ve ever met. it kills me that i’ve been the cause of your pain.”

it was strange hearing those traits spun in a good light when you’ve thought of them negatively for so long. strange knowing where you saw faults he saw things worth admiring. “you hear me at night?”

“and you like focusing on minor details. yes, darling. every night.”

“oh.”

“i understand if you need… space, if you want to spend some time apart. but give me a chance. please. give me a chance to prove how important you are to me. i’m sorry that i’ve failed you. i’m sorry i've been taking you for granted. but that ends now. never again.

“and i can help you, too. i can remind you of all the parts you say you’ve lost. i’ll tell you all about the person i fell in love with everyday if you need it. i’d never run out of things to say. please. you found me once, let me return the favour and help you find yourself. if-if you’ll have me.”

his small speech wasn’t the reason tears stung the back of your eyes. as he finished speaking, sakusa reached out across the space between you and offered you his hand. a lifeline that you took, the lump in your throat to keeping everything you wanted to say stuck inside you. thankfully, you needed no words for sakusa to understand you. he brought your joined fingers to his lips and let out a shaky breath against them. the two of you stayed like that for a small eternity, drifted apart yet holding together with a bridge to link you. you’ve been fueled by resentment and anger for so long, you weren’t sure if you were strong enough to let them go. but you did know that you didn’t want to try without him by your side.

#sakusa x reader #sakusa angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagine #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi angst #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! angst

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ventura-starlight · 4 years ago

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PERIOD HEADCANNONS

I am on a roll of ideas as of late 🤠 literally I just will be sitting there and BOOM ideas. I am technically off of my hiatus now so imma start writing some longer things. I have some ideas for actual fics but we all know those take a while for me 😭 anyways here is me projecting :) this took a while to write lmao. I have other longer fics I've been working on but I have to feed the people in my basement 🙄

->HINATA: clueless darling,,, he means well he really does. he knows a little bit since he has his mom around but you might have to help him a little bit 😭 Once he understands what you need he is going to make sure you aren't lifting a SINGLE FINGER. [deadass thinks if you bleed anymore you're gonna die so yeah 💀] Hinata is gonna spoil you with all of the sweets you could ever want. Chocolate? he would buy the entire isle from ukai's store [ukai is so goddamn annoyed 😀]. Shōyō will cuddle you and make you feel all better. HOWEVER, he kinda forgets that you are on your period and will squeeze your midsection which hurts and he feels really bad :((

In conclusion he's a little confused at first but he has the spirit <3 8.5/10

->KAGEYAMA: honestly very prepared?? he has an older sister and is aware of the existence of periods. even though he is prepared that doesn't mean kageyama isn't terrified. they are so worried like,,, tobio is shaking in fear. but once you reassure them he will be very attentive. If you're cramping he has medicine for you ready to go and a heating pad for you to cuddle with. Tobio still isn't sure what kind of pads to but and so that's a work in progress 😀 JAJSJDJ OKAY so he heard at one point that working out helps with cramps [it's not a lie] and so he offered to work out with you so you would feel better....you said no

So Kageyama...nervous and concerned partner still about a 9/10

->KENMA: like cares and knows what to do in general but doesn't do it unless you ask. if you are in a lot of pain he will intervene but he just doesn't want to make you mad or do something wrong so he doesn't immediately act. when he does however, it's so tender. kenma is very aware how much pain that is involved and wants you to know he cares. endless amounts of cuddling and rest. Kenma keeps menstrual supplies at all times so you never need to worry about that. he is also like always warm??? so he uses his hands to be your personal heating pad when cuddling.

Kenma is nearly perfect 9/10

->YACHI: SO YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED? She knows how much is involved and is very prepared at all times. She will be a little nervous to help but she has everything you could possibly need!! Yachi has perfect hugs and spoils you rotten. very on top of any pain medications you may have to take and drinking water so you stay hydrated. Will yell at you if you are in pain and refusing help, it will be one of the few times you see her visibly angry. she will give you massages and make sure you are comfortable at all times! if you guys sync up yall just have to take care of each other 😭😭

OKAY YACHI IS 10/10 PLEASE LOVE HER

okay I hope yall love this cause I tried to write longer shut but the shakiness in my hands said NOPE @littlehedgies @risjime

#angelicstrwbrry 🍓#angelics.haikyuu.txt #springs.sprung 🐰#hinata x reader #hinata imagine #kageyama x reader #kageyama imagines #kenma x reader #kenma imagine #yachi x reader #yachi imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfiction

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sunseteyes · 4 years ago

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little habits they do when they say “i love you” — various

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ starring: daichi sawamura, kōshi sugawara, shouyou hinata, kei tsukishima, wakatoshi ushijima, satori tendou, eita semi, kiyoomi sakusa, kourai hoshiumi, sachirou hirugami

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ themes: fluff, gn!reader

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ intermission: as an apology to discontinuing my holiday drabbles, i give you my very last entry to my short series. this was supposedly just shiratorizawa and karasuno but i had a sudden attachment to sachiro hirugami so i just had to include the other three. anway, this is so long so i had to cut it, enjoy reading!

『• • • ✎ DAICHI says the words as if they’re the last time he’ll be able to say it. It’s because he often hugs you when he does, wrapping his big, strong arms around you or your waist, all the while leaning in to press a kiss by your temple before saying “i love you, darling” and going to work. He does that too when too are about to fall asleep--whenever he comes home early enough to see you awake, replacing the words with “goodnight, i love you,” with the same habits as he does whenever he goes for work. It would be so obvious for you--to which you had no complaints, by the way, although for him, he doesn’t even realize he was doing those until you tell it to him. he gets flustered for a bit, scratching the back of his neck while asking, “really? I do?” but he still continues doing them nonetheless.

『• • • ✎ KŌSHI has a voice that just expounds his personality well, as if he was baking sweet cupcakes, cookies, or cakes with his words. no matter what his moods are, they always just sound so sweet, so sincere. “(y/n)?” he’d call, smiling sweetly at you before he finally says, “i love you~”. he’s also good at comforting you whenever you feel down or depleted, sort of like your energy or happiness pill, usually whispering them by your ear as you let him cuddle or hug you. the way he says the three words is so genuine and that he often has his way with that it feels like the sun just brought light into your world once again, and that sun is him.

『• • • ✎ SHŌYŌ has always been confident, but it still makes him blush or have a flushed face whenever he says those three words. although that flustered state sooner disperses whenever he sees your reaction afterwards, his ego becomes filled with how he has the capability to do that. his face lights up and he sooner proceeds on being energetic again. occasionally, he laughs it off and/or gives you a hug--usually a huge hug, especially when there are no audience around him. because when there are, there are just people who like to tease him! sugawara, tanaka, ennoshita, tsukishima, he just has no escape from them!

『• • • ✎ KEI doesn’t say it often, let’s be real. you could even count it with your fingers how many times he’d say it every month or two. however, with a voice or not, he says it in an indirect way. for him, saying “i love you” is not the only way to show how much he loves someone, or how someone could love. So he does it in an indirect way, purposely or not. he hugs you tight whenever he goes to work, knowing you’ll miss him too much--though i’m quite sure he’ll comment or tease you about it, but then, he’ll let you hold on a little bit longer, even if it makes him late to his schedule. he doesn’t have habits, but he has plenty of little things, too many to count. it wouldn’t matter if you can count how many times he says i love you directly, but his actions proves that he loves you, and that’s what matters.

『• • • ✎ WAKATOSHI didn’t think it was necessary for him to say those three words daily. not only that, but he believes and he knows that he will not be able to express it in the right way. he is a perfectionist, and he knows how he could perfect something in a way he could do best. so in saying those three words, the way he could do and show that best is through gifts, or his actions. he usually gives you grand gifts especially when there’s an event such as your birthday, valentines, christmas, new year’s, anniversary, and he does monthsaries too! he always, always has a tag on them that greets you of the specific event and those three words. “happy new year (y/n). here is a gift to show you how much i love you.” and yes, sometimes most of the times the messages can be cringey because of course you’ll never expect them to come out of his lips! But then, he’s just trying his best to express to you his feelings and that is how he knows he could ace it. no pun intended

『• • • ✎ SATORI always has a smug look on his face and his voice sounds like one of a kid, as if he was teasing you—which he is, in all honesty, but he’s really genuine with them, believe him! sometimes, he even sings them. “(y/n)! i love you! i love you! i love you!” and he’s pleased no matter what your reaction is; a scoff, a flustered look, or a soft glare, he’s having fun just by seeing them. although, there are times when he sounds serious and it usually depends on your mood, because only he knows how to make you smile just by his “i love you”s.

『• • • ✎ EITA has this sing-song voice whenever he greets you, and then he leans in and either presses a chaste kiss by your cheek, or he says “love you, babe”. he’ll have a slightly smug look on his face, a small smirk indicating how he had you fallen under his grasps. he prides onto how he could tease you like that, but he is also too prideful to let other people hear him say those words to you. and it’s not that he’s embarrassed, no, he’s just not comfortable saying it out loud, with how you also got him under your grasp. though he does say it when you’re in your shared room, apartment, or home, sometimes whispering to them whilst sitting comfortably by the sofa at a random moment in the middle of a movie. He doesn’t show it outside but he’s really romantic, so it doesn’t matter if others don’t hear him say those words. only you can hear it *wink*

『• • • ✎ KIYOOMI doesn’t realize it, but he removes his face mask whenever he leans in to say it. it’s not as if he purposely does it, it just makes him comfortable that he doesn’t have to say it twice just because you hadn’t heard it! that’s all there is to it, really! he’s going to be certainly in denial of it when you ask him, and even if he does try to stop himself from removing his mask, before he could, he’s already in the process of it. He’ll see you pout and ask for his “i love you too” and then he’ll just mutter it with a bit of hesitancy after a couple of seconds of contemplating, seeing as you would pester him or be mad at him sooner or later. he’ll soon get used to saying them to you and even if he knows he’s going to take off his mask, he just lets the situation be. after all, it’s not like he’s lying about it.

『• • • ✎ KŌRAI always likes to show you off in front of everyone else, and it also applies with how he says how much he loves you. For him, it’s just the way it is. if he loves someone, he can show it to the whole world. so, whenever he gets the chance to say it, shout it, exclaim it, he’ll do so. It’s to the point that his teammates are so used to hearing him say “i love you” to you that they stopped teasing him about it since all they get from him is a “so what if i do?” pft. he may be pretty smug about it but it’s the truth anyway.

『• • • ✎ SACHIRŌ is the type of guy who says “i love you” when he knew he messed up on something or when he senses he made you mad or irritated. he does admit he often riles you up in an unknowing way and whenever he knows you’re on the verge of snapping at him, he’ll playfully come by your side, ruffle your hair or hold your hand and peck you on your forehead. “now, now, (y/n), i’m only joking. I love you~” and yes, that tilde/wavy line symbol is necessary or else he wouldn’t succeed in his plan. nevertheless, no matter how playful he could get, he could still say those words without playing around, and it would be the sweetest thing in the world i swear.

#sakusa x reader #tsukishima x reader #tendou x reader #sugawara x reader #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #daichi x reader #hinata x reader #semi x reader #hoshiumi x reader #hirugami x reader

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yanderesleepybutwriting · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for: “My Hero Academia”

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Darling Is Afraid Of Him

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Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Request: “Yandere Hinata or Izuku with a darling who is afraid of him to the point where She can’t even speak coherently, she just hides in the corner and shakes uncontrollably. ❤️ Safe and nswf -Anonymous”

Notes: I went with Izuku because it’s been a while since I’ve done him, and it was a little longer than I was expecting, but I hope you like how it turned out. Heads up, yandere themes are ahead [NSFW, 18+, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Fingering, Somnophilia, NonCon, etc.]

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+ At first he thinks that you’re shaking because you’re cold

+ “Is it a little too cold? I can turn up the heat if you’d like. You just need to tell me.”

+ But as soon as he walks away, you stop

+ He chops it up to his imagination, but sure enough, when he walks back over, you start shaking again

+ “Y-you’re not afraid of me...are you?”

+ You not letting him near you really puts a damper on your ‘relationship’

+ He wishes he could hold you and offer some sort of comfort but you won’t even give him the chance

+ He stays up at night wishing you were laying next to him, but he can’t get you to move out of your little corner

+ He leaves for work? You’re there.

+ He comes home? You’re there.

+ He goes to bed? You’re there.

+ He wakes up? You’re there.

+ It hurts seeing you so terrified and knowing that there’s nothing he can do since it’s directed solely at him

+ So what if... he helps you redirect it somewhere else?

+ If he gives you someone, or something, to fear instead of him. Maybe that would give him the opportunity he needs in order to win you over

+ He decides that the safest thing to do is to hire some low rank villain to break in and just scare you a bit

+ And it works

+ The whole time the guy was breaking in, Izuku pretended to be sleep in the bedroom, until he heard your screams that ‘woke him up’

+ He rushes out and calms you down while making sure to take care of everything

+ As much as he doesn’t want to resort to killing, he really doesn't want to risk losing you. He won’t kill him in front of you though, afraid of diminishing the progress that was just made. Instead he’ll take him away and come back telling you he let him off with a warning

+ You’re grateful that Izuku helped you, but at the same time, there’s still that little voice in the back of your head wondering if the robber will come back

+ Izuku makes sure to prey on that fear to have you run right into his trap

+ “You should sleep in the bedroom. It’ll be easier to protect you in case something like that happens again. Luckily it was only one person this time, but if there was ever multiple people it would be hard for me to get to you from so far away.”

+ A lie. It would take barely any effort for Izuku to save you, because there would be no chance of anything like that ever happening. The whole place is practically a fortress and the only reason that guy got in, was because he wanted him to get in

+ You agree, grateful for the protection and safety, regardless of who it’s coming from

+ It’s a little awkward at first. Your jumping at every little noise doesn’t slip past Izuku, who’s doing his best to hide his grin

+ Instead he pulls you closer, ignoring the way you tense against him

+ He gently rubs up and down your back in an effort to sooth you

+ “Shh, I’m here now. No ones going to hurt you as long as I’m around. I’ll always protect you.”

+ Little by little he feels the tension leaving your body until you’re limp against him. Soft breaths escaping you

+ But he doesn’t stop. He keeps rubbing and whispering, so even in your sleep you know that he’s there by your side

+ You shuffle a little, turning away so your back was facing him, but Izuku just pulls you back against him. Your back fitting perfectly against his chest

+ He runs his fingers up and down your arms. The excitement of having you in the same bed as him becoming almost overwhelming and morphing into arousal. But he just can’t help it

+ God you just look so breathtaking in your sleep, he just wants to keep touching you

+ Slowly his hands trail lower and lower down your arm until he finds his hands hovering over the waistline of your pants. Fingers barley grazing the fabric as if he’s afraid that the smallest touch would wake you

+ Would one touch be so wrong though? You did belong to him. And he was just as much yours as you we’re his, so it only seems fair that you shared what was apart of you with him

+ He creeped his fingers under the band of your pants, gliding them down your slit as a shaky breath escaped your lungs

+ He slid them back up, rubbing gentle circles round your clit while at the same time snaking his arm around to cup your breasts from over your shirt

+ “Mmm,” he moaned. Groping at them them a bit, building up his own anticipation before finally reaching under your shirt and pinching at your nipples

+ “You’re so perfect. So perfect. So perfect...” He kept repeating, his dick was becoming so hard that his pants were almost painful. The only relief he was receiving was the gentle bumps he would give your ass

+ He wanted inside you so bad now, fuck, he just wanted to feel you wrapped around his dick

+ He would be so gentle. Maybe he could just slip it in

+ Without realizing it, the gentle rubs against your clit were becoming more frantic by the second, the thought of being inside you overwhelming his every thought

+ He rubbed his fingers back down your slit. You we’re already soaking, so maybe, he would be able to slip it in without waking you

+ Slowly he tried pushing a finger through your entrance. Pulling in and out, causing you to involuntarily buck against his hand, a small whine slipping past your lips

+ He tried pushing in a second finger, but this time he was met with more resistance

+ The walls of your pussy felt so much tighter

+ If you can’t take his fingers, you definitely won’t be able to take his dick

+ Still he tries his best to push through, pumping in and out slowly in order to give you time to adjust until he finds that spot inside you causing your back to arch

+ He begins pumping in faster this time, hitting that spot repeatedly and repeatedly until your already tight pussy begins clenching around his fingers

+ You being stirring, the waves of your orgasm waking you from your slumber

+ Izuku quickly and panickedly takes his hand out from under your shirt, and pulls his fingers out from inside of you, placing them over your stomach just as your eyes flutter open

+ “What’s wrong, Angel? Bad dream?” He whispers, trying to play off the fact that he just had two of his fingers buried deep inside your little cunt

+ That was too close

+ He knows he can’t now, but he still wants more

+ Slowly he cups his hands over his now hardened cock through his pants, giving it a slight rub

+ No... he needed more

+ Maybe he would have to give you something to make sure that you stayed asleep next time, so there wouldn't be anymore interruptions

+ He was definitely going to need to stretch you out a bit before you could fit him, but he didn’t mind. He was a patient man

+ Especially when that meant he would get to play with you every night until you were ready

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animeyanderelover · 3 years ago

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Hi! Can I ask for poly relationship with Hinata Hyuga and Ino? I love these girls so much 🥺 their darling can be gn. And I guess it would be easier for Hinata if darling would be a childhood friend. Ino would probably fall in love with them around Shippuden era (apologize for bad english)

The girls don’t get enough appreciation😤.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, obsessiveness, delusions, stalking, guilt-tripping, manipulation

Hinata and Ino sharing a darling

💘🌻You and Hinata would be most likely total childhood sweethearts together since Hinata was from her youngest days on a very sweet and loving girl, though always keeping a bit of her shyness even when she got older, especially around you. I mentioned it before, but Hinata didn’t have it that easy despite her being part of the main branch of the family. She had too high expectations on her and her father was strict with her. She couldn’t fulfill all these expectations and thinking that and also somewhat sensing the growing disappointment of others made her discouraged.

💘🌻Her darling on the other hand was always supportive and cheered her up, instead of Naruto they might have also been the one who saved her from the bullies back then during her first day in the academy. She is somewhat too shy to approach her darling despite her liking them, so it’s important that her darling is someone who notices this and approaches her themselves or encourages her to talk to them or else she’ll always watch from the distance. Next to that she’s at the very least also friends with Naruto who sometimes just straightforward pushes her to her darling so she finally manages to talk to you.

💘🌻She’s incredibly obvious with her crush as well due to being extremely flustered when being with them and can’t even manage to look them for too long in the eyes. It’s somewhat cute for others to see and Naruto and her teammates (Kiba, Shino) as well as her sensei and also her sister and her father come pretty much to the terms of accepting that Hinata and her darling will most likely end up on day together. I’ll bring the fight during the chunin exams against Neji once again up because I feel that even without Neji falling for the darling as well, Hinata would want to prove something to herself in here as well. She is well aware of her insecurities, but she wants to stay strong for her darling nevertheless and Neji definitely knew about them as well and used her darling to get under her skin. But he definitely starts becoming a huge supporter of this after Naruto beat the hell out of him to got revenge on him for Hinata as well as you.

💘🌻Ino might have been a shipper of this as well since pretty much everyone was back in the younger days when Sasuke was still part of the Leaf and all of them were younger. Everyone wanted this extremely cute ship to come true and that’s what many worked hard for as well. It started with Naruto constantly pushing Hinata to you and with time more and more people joined this club of his and tries to set you two up and Ino was no exception. Back then she also had her idiotic crush on Sasuke and was constantly battling with Sakura about him. She didn’t have eyes for you and next to that everyone knew Hinata liked you a lot.

💘🌻I see her falling in a similar way Sakura would fall for her darling. After Sasuke became a rogue and joined Orochimaru because that was a shock for pretty much everyone, they never expected Sasuke to go this far with his thirst for vengeance. And afterwards there was somewhat always this more heavy-hearted atmosphere, everyone somewhat thinking if they could have done something differently. Of course his teammates and Kakashi had to carry a greater burden since they had spent the most time with Sasuke, but Ino was extremely heartbroken as well, her feelings for him making her grieve.

💘🌻And Hinata’s darling would end up comforting her since all of them used to be classmates and everyone from them kept a friendship with each other even after they were separated in different teams, meeting sometimes just up for some chit-chat whilst eating barbecue or maybe even sometimes sparring. So it isn’t like Ino doesn’t her darling often. Next to that she works in the flower shop and you might have come over from time to time to look a bit after her which ended up in you two talking for a very long time before you probably ended up buying some flowers for Hinata, Ino helping you to put together a bouquet of flowers with each one having the right meaning since she knows what every flower stands for.

💘🌻And at one point Ino just ends up seeing all the positive traits in the darling from close up because she definitely knew all of that before, making her believe that they were indeed a good partner for Hinata and she is after all also a shipper of the black-haired girl and the darling. And this leads her to feeling somewhat bad when she realizes that she fell in love with them. Ino is delusional, she thinks her darling and her can be a really adorable couple together. But she is also aware that Hinata and you are by the time she falls already the most known unofficial couple, none of you has so far confessed your feelings, but everyone knows that you two like each other. And she was a shipper of this too.

💘🌻So Ino pretty much feels terrible for all of this and she panics a bit as well. Ino might come over as arrogant, but she cares deeply for the people she is close too and Hinata is a friend of hers as well and she finds herself still being supportive of your and her relationship because she knows just how long Hinata has been crushing on you which confuses her a bit. She falls into mood swings at one point because she can either feel like walking on cloud when she spends time with her darling, whilst they visit her flower shop for example, or feel like she wants to hide somewhere due to shame when she is either alone or sees Hinata and you together and realizing that she is extremely jealous.

💘🌻It isn’t like Ino is exactly good in hiding it either, she’s clingy and suddenly wants to spend a lot more time with the darling and her jealousy is a number of it’s own. Listen, she really tries to not be too obvious, not wanting to hurt Hinata, but she fails miserably because she literally can’t help it. And when people notice it’s a shocking discovery because everyone already accepted Hinata and you as a couple, all of them were just so extremely supportive and know that Ino was with them in the same boat for the “Hinata x (y/n)” ship. So suddenly realizing that Ino suddenly has a crush on you as well is unexpected and no one knows really how to react to this either, but they’re worried how Hinata will feel. And the poor girl feels more disappointed than angry. Hinata sees Ino as a friend.

💘🌻Next to that she doesn’t exactly forbid her darling to spend time with others if it makes them happy and she is aware that Ino was extremely sad when Sasuke left and now suddenly sees how happpy she seems with the darling. It leads her to feeling conflicted because whilst she is jealous and concerned, feeling a bit more insecure, she tries to have faith in the fact that Ino won’t try anything. She doesn’t voice her jealousy and mixed feelings out, but she gets more uneasy when being near the girl and also more jealous when you talk to Ino or the other way around. And there are people who are protective of Hinata and her happiness which would be Naruto, Kiba and Neji and whilst they still see Ino as a friend, they also try to keep her a bit away from you and as frustrated as Ino is with this, she understands why they do this.

💘🌻She most likely talks with people like Sakura, Shikamaru and her sensei about her conflicting emotions and she is mad at herself for falling for you because she really doesn’t want to break Hinata’s heart, on the other hand she also wants her own happiness which puts her in a tight spot. She needs a bit comfort and the people who she tells all of this can’t get mad at her, not when she seems like she’ll about to cry out of frustration and they end up trying to console her a bit to make her feel better because she obviously regrets it.

💘🌻Ino might decides ultimately to stay away so at the very least Hinata can be happy and she was the one who was in love of you all along and Ino as a huge shipper which she still is, makes up her mind to not interfere. She doesn’t want to make Hinata anxious and wants to prove to everyone else that she is not tha much of a bully to start a fight with Hinata. She is out of that age to argue over the same love interest. She suffers nevertheless under it and everyone sees it because she seems more down. She is happy that you and Hinata are happy together, but she can’t swallow the bitterness down she feels every time she sees you two and she puts always a forced smile on her face to hide it. But everyone knows.

💘🌻Ino tries hard and whilst she is currently experiencing heartbreak all over again, only that it is this time not some dumb and huge crush, all the others start feeling terrible because she is now being the one who can’t seem to be completely happy again. All know how hard she tries to let you two be and forget you, but ends up getting hurt herself in the process. It has an affect on Hinata and you as well, both of you just feeling extremely bad for the blonde because no one of you likes seeing your friend that sad whilst wanting you two to be happy. At this point everyone just starts trying to find a way to make all of you happy because no one wants to see any of you sad. And the most obvious choice from the very start and pretty much the only one as well seems that the darling ends up being together with Hinata and Ino.

💘🌻Hinata and her darling know that as well just like the other members from Konoha 12, but no one brings this up, not sure how you two would react to it. But Hinata and you talk about it privately a lot and whilst Hinata feels a bit shaky, she also doesn’t want to see Ino all that sad either. Next to that she trusts Ino and knows that she is a good and nice girl who wouldn’t treat you bad because if that wouldn’t be the case, she wouldn’t consider this. And Hinata’s darling would most likely only agree because Hinata seems to be fine with it as well because her darling is a bit protective over the shu girl as well, but also has to like Ino because otherwise they wouldn’t agree to this and Hinata won’t force her darling in that case.

💘🌻Ino is somewhat stunned when you two offer her this because she didn’t expect this. She just thought that you two would be too uncomfortable around her for a while knowing she likes you and also didn’t expect Hinata to agree, knowing the more insecure side of her. And as tempting as this is, she is more unsure at first because not only worries she what others will think, but she also keeps an eye on Hinata because she doesn’t want to end up making Hinata jealous. Hinata and you will have to convince her for a bit before she agrees.

💘🌻In the end it is not really a surprise for everyone, though some might be a bit surprised because Hinata actually is fine with all of this. But there is a certain talk between Ino’s father and Hinata’s father needed. Hiashi basically considered the darling already as Hinata’s future partner who would become a part of their clan and he also feels more protective over his daughter. He’s more iffy about this and the only reason he seems to try to see how it’ll work is due to Hinata dearly begging him and he doesn’t think that Ino is a bad girl either. Inoichi is not really surprised that this happens because he is one of the persons who helped Ino during her extremely bad mood swings. Whilst he is a bit flustered with all of this, it’s still his daughter we’re talking about and for that he is protective and he thinks you’re much more better suited than Sasuke. They talk it somewhat out in the end.

💘🌻Luckily Ino is considerate when it comes to Hinata because she knows she wasn’t originally part of all of this which is why she tries to the best extent she can to not be too clingy and make Hinata too jealous or uncomfortable when being with you. Ino even ends up commenting somewhat brutally honest on Hinata’s still present shyness, though everyone knows she just says those things to help her and Ino wants to help Hinata to be more open since the girl is still somewhat bashful around you.

💘🌻Ino is somewhat controlling over her darling because she wants them to depend on her a bit and because she believes that she knows for the biggest part what’s best because she has confidence in herself. She tries to cool this down a bit since she knows that Hinata might notice and she also doesn’t want to cause a motion.

💘🌻Ino is actually a pretty good addition because she has no problem in saying what she thinks whilst Hinata keeps more quiet. She speaks up for Hinata and also has no problem in lashing out on someone when they are mean to you. It isn’t like Hinata won’t become more courageous and step in as well, but Ino is ready to become louder as well as being more impolite. On the other hand she is also a pretty jealous person which catches attention whilst Hinata is more the silent type who begs without words for attention.

💘🌻Ino seems like the type who would want to do a lot of things with you, though she often brings Hinata along as well. So with her in the mix she would most likely want to do everyday something, although she also lets Hinata have her time alone with you as well and whilst she gives Hinata advices, good ones, how the girl might use her private time, in the end she lets her do what she wants. Ino gets her time with you alone after all as well and believe me, she has lots of ideas what she wants to try out.

💘🌻Their personalities differ, with Hinata being the more quiet, shy and sometimes stalkerish girl whilst Ino is the extremely talkative, excited and clingy girl. It makes a good mix because Hinata holds Ino back when she is being too much, holding her back when she’s too smothering or causes too much of a scene whilst being jealous whilst Ino uses her chances to help Hinata being more open and straightforward to you as well as others.

💘🌻There are most likely not many people who would give the two girls a reason to be jealous or go with more harsh methods, not with the Hyuga and Yamanaka clan being involved. Next to that pretty much all villagers and shinobi of the Leaf start accepting you three at one point together since both girls are extremely lovely to hear. If there should be a problem, Ino would quickly find out since she meets a lot of people in the flower shop and if a villager thinks that someone is being suspicious, they end up telling her which leads to her telling Hinata whilst also investigating whether that’s true or not. If it should turn out to be true that someone is harassing you, Hinata will have to stop Ino from throwing a fit to the person because the girl is mad. Hinata is of course unhappy and feels bad for not knowing sooner, but she also knows that the problem can be solved normally since her clan has some influence. Ino might or might not set up some rumors as well since she is somewhat of the gossip queen.

💘🌻Lots of flowers and cute small presents will be gifted from Ino’s side whilst more traditional things like fine clothes or bracelets will often come from Hinata’s side. Feel like Ino would like to style her darling up since she takes care of her appearance as well and whilst she loves her darling for their personality and not looks, she would love to dress her darling up. Hinata is in that regard not that extreme, though the girl seems to take good care of her hair which is probably a thing in the clan as well.

💘🌻Both of them make for a well rounded relationship to be in since both of their personalities differ in a way that they complete what the other lacks and whilst Ino is somewhat controlling and her kekkai genkai might be problematic, she has to hold her back due to Hinata being in the picture as well. It isn’t like she would have to use it often anyways, Ino is charming and knows what you like after all. Hinata might stalk you a bit with her Byakugan when you aren’t with her, Ino or someone she trusts since she worries for you. But ultimately those two are a very cute duo to have and both seriously just want their darling happy. Marriage might be interesting to think about since both are from well-known clans.

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere hinata #yandere hinata hyuga #yandere ino #yandere ino yamanaka

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captaindarkchocolatesstuff · 4 years ago

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Requested: Yandere! Headcanons: Shoyo Hinata & Tobio Kageyama w/ Shared Darling

I feel like if anything a relationship between these two would be strained before it becomes “stable” in their terms

Shoyo as a yandere absolutely adores his darling and is unintentionally manipulative, but despite these traits, he can be a pretty possessive yandere and almost leans on the delusional side every now and then

Tobio on the other hand is a hard to read guy, but once he has his darling he can be pretty controlling and possessive of them but before that he can kinda be obsessive

Their possessive nature is what makes them rivals at first, they don’t really like the thought of sharing their darling but decided it would be for the best because it would mean not many people coming to their darling, they obviously didn’t think this through and just went with it because it seemed like a better solution at face value

The struggles will begin right when they are adjusting to sharing you, they constantly fought over what you needed and what you could live without, Shoyo often was open to holding you and Tobio kinda hated that because his possessiveness kicked in which would sometimes lead to a yelling match and very few fights

This can last a while but when they notice you starting to shy away and try hiding yourself this could be a turning point for them to recognize that them arguing won’t be doing you any good, so they’ll try talking on this they do and don’t agree on when it comes to you

Now when it comes to other people trying to intrude on your life, this is where they can either get together to deal with it or one of them deals with it, Shoyo will try and pull you away from them of course he’ll play pouty protective “friend” when comes to this other person, Tobio, on the other hand, is blunt when it comes to his displeasure of you being around this person

Shoyo doesn’t see a need to stalk you, not when he has all the time in the world to just stay by your side and talk with you as you go about getting things from stores and just going out to have fun

Tobio on the other hand sees usefulness in stalking your social media since he’d have difficulties stalking you in person, sure he doesn’t have too many technological smarts but there are things he could look at that not many people would pay much mind to

Shoyo smothers his darling in affection that you can consider it as suffocating, Tobio is pretty distant but once he gets a taste of some gentle intimacy he becomes addicted, he didn’t realize he was so starved of it in the first place, he laches onto it later down the line

They’re both impulsive, so the likeness that they kidnapped you is 100% and there are several things that will set them off, Tobio would be set off by his former senpai being around you and getting too comfortable with you and Shoyo… almost anyone can set him off, at least someone with the “ideal” hight for volleyball, like Lev or even Ushijima, if they are around you too long for his liking then to him he had no “choice” because he is sure that they are going to hurt you

They will most definitely leave you locked inside “your” shared home, and as much as they want to keep you locked within a room they can figure that you would need more space for you to roam if they wanna keep you stable, so they’ll lock up storage places like closets or cabinets where they keep things that you would might use to harm yourself or get out and make your escape

Once they reach the shared goal of just protecting you from people they see as harmful to you that is when the relationship would be more “stable” for them, but for you it will be a cage that will make you feel smothered from their constant attention

They have different ways of making you learn your place and they wont interfere when the other catches you throwing up a fuss or trying to escape, Tobio will lock you in a closet or small cramped space and won’t let you out until he’s sure you tired yourself out and apologies for what you’ve done, Shoyo just goes into this delusional mindset, that it was something they did wrong or maybe it was some outside source influencing you (privleges will be taken for a while), he’ll hold you so tightly until it feels like your ribs are digging into your lungs, until it feel like you are truly suffocating and maybe... you are from how tightly he’s squeezing you

They love you they really do, they show it in their own ways, Shoyo with his lasting holds on you, Tobio with his small affirmations of love with little gifts or lingering caresses, but they will never let harm reach you, not while you stay in your cage

Thank you for the Request!: @herothediamond

#yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu!#yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere shoyo hinata #yandere tobio kageyama

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omiscurls · 4 years ago

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for eternity and one day more

sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader soulmate au (the last words your soulmate will ever say to you are written somewhere on your body) content warning: general angst, major character death, mentions of funeral, car crash, hospital

you wish you could’ve said tears made your vision blurry. but after all these days, your eyes were perfectly dry, no little rivers were streaming down your puffed cheeks, and you were forced to stare directly at your wrist, and the words tattooed there by some idiotic magic. some cursed, freaky foolery that made you rethink your life the past two days at least ten times, searching for even one mistake, for even one moment you could feel something wasn’t right.

but to your dismay, there was nothing. everything in your life fell to pieces so perfectly, as if you were the princess in a dream of every five year old girl in the world, only now could you realize, it was all too good to be true. well, except one part.

the words stared back at you, burning into your flesh, your glance holding them into place, as if they were to disappear if you did as much as blink.

“and one day more”, the tattoo said, directly and clear, never changing tint painted your skin black, no matter how desperately you wanted the letters to shift into something else. you wished to be hated right now. you wished for it to be an insult, and yet, the words remained as cheesy and painfully romantic as the first day you saw them.

so he wasn’t your soulmate after all.

all these years, never once had you doubted that. since the moment atsumu introduced him to you, since the moment he said “oh and i guess this is omi-kun, but it’s not like you’re gonna have a conversation wi—”

and since the moment he interrupted.

“i am perfectly capable of introducing myself, miya.” since the moment he glared at him, fingers constantly running through his hair, all messy from practice, by which he was visibly annoyed.

“hate to break it to you, but my actual prefered name is a bit more mundane than that cursed nickname”

“hey, i came up with that! it’s not cursed!” atsumu pouted, half mockingly, half serious,

“precisely” he mumbled, making the setter narrow his eyebrows even more, before huffing and proceeding to leave, “i’ll be coming back to practice. it was so nice of you to come! just yell at me if you want me to rescue you” he winked, and soon was gone.

“so? are you actually going to tell me your name?” you asked, one eyebrow raised, as his eyes focused back on you.

“please, like you don’t know” he chuckled, internally surprised with himself that somehow, his usual anxiety and disgust wasn’t kicking in, instead he felt relaxed and in place when talking to you, even if it was no more than thirty second since you met each other.

“oh, so you consider yourself a celebrity, huh?” you laughed, causing him to shake his head.

for a second he didn’t respond. you were starting to feel startled with the way he started at your smiling lips, but then he blinked finally, and answered.

“i have places to be and balls to spike, smiles. let’s just say...”

and that, that was the precise moment since which you knew. since the one line he said before running off, a smug smile you should never be able to see, and yet you did. you were sure and certain. this was your soulmate.

“... i only share that information with people i actually like”.

“sure you do, omi-kun!”

since that moment, your heart began to settle and as much as you pushed that thought away, saying that you were too young to know, and after all you just exchanged a couple of truly meaningless sentences with him, you couldn’t deny the fact that you knew. knew for a fact, that you’ve found your own person.

it was so random and sudden, so casual, countless evenings did you stare at your mirror and let your mind wonder, trying to find answers as to why you were feeling so strongly so fast. it was uncharachteristic of you, even if you were ever in love, you didn’t believe it could happen on such first sight, and yet there you were. was it the magic your parents always told you about? the one so inexplicable that they always stated that “you just have to feel it”, and “you’ll know when it comes”?

you thought it was just your lonely brain pulling tricks on you, until that one night you decided to hang out with the MSBY team, and went to tsumu’s apartment, waiting for hinata, meian and sakusa along with tsumu and bokuto.

you didn’t pay much attention to their talk, it was mostly plans for the upcoming season, until they shifted the subject.

“hey, did you ever read what was on omi’s wrist? he never covered it, but maybe that’s why i didn’t pay attention” the blonde wondered, his fingers playing with the edge of his glass. bokuto shook his head.

“no, i think it’s too personal to check. why’re you curious? you hope you’re his soulmate or what?” he laughed in his usual, loud way, and the word “soulmate” called for your attention.

“no you weirdo, it’s just he started covering it recently, and i just wonder, did he meet his other half?”

“my ma’ always said that there’re no other halfs, because you’re a person on your own”

“yeah yeah, cute, but not the point here, bokuto” atsumu sighed. “and he didn’t even tell me... bastard.”

there was comfortable silence between the three of you for a few brief seconds, before the blond setter started the topic again:

“hey, you’re oddly quiet, where’s your tattoo located?” he asked with genuine curiosity in his eyes, as you glared at your wrist, covered loosely with the bracelet you wore over it ever since you got the tattoo, it being something so intimate you didn’t want to share it with the entire world at once, concealers didn’t work on the ridiculously black tint, and the bracelet made it harder to read.

“you didn’t notice? thought you were observant?” you teased, making atsumu roll his eyes and take your hand into his, pushing the piece of jewelery away to read the caption.

“it’s on your wrist too? awh, maybe you’re omi’s soulmate!” he exclaimed looking at the writing from every angle possible.

“what’s written on there?” bokuto asked, not wanting to shift from his seat across the table.

“oh, it’s and—”

“we’re here!” hinata yelled at the same moment, giving you an opportunity to move your hand back.

and so it stayed a mistery.

you shifted onto the bed you shared, still messy after you both woke up those couple of days ago, earlier than you were supposed to, because of a text he got from his mother. a text that set him off for the entire day and finally caused everything that happened next.

your heart couldn’t stay still when you put your head over the pillow, the familiar scent of the other side of the mattrace hitting you no matter how hard you tried to hold your breath.

you noticed a small package laying on a nightstand next to your fiance’s side, and you went over to grab it, eyes getting hot when you realized what it was.

a set of band aids.

omi wore band aids on his wrist for as long as you could remember, but according to atsumu, he only started wearing those after meeting you. they were always on the inner side of his wrist, and after a while putting them on was his routine, it grew on him so much he didn’t even really think about it - just bought a pack once a week and put it on 2 times a day, for it to stay hygenic. didn’t make it a big deal or anything, but if you asked, he’d turn really gloomy, while also trying not to worry you too much.

“hey, weirdo, let me see what’s under that band aid. you of all people should know that if you get a cut, you can’t have it covered all the time, it won’t heal like this” you muttered against the couch you were laying on, gently grabbing his hand by the little finger, only for him to jerk it away, not even moving his gaze from the book he was reading.

“it’s not a cut” he just mumbled, eyes following the printed letters in utter focus.

“then why do you cover it?”

“i don’t want you to see it” he explained straight away, in the blunt way he always would, not finding any reason to keep it away from you.

“why?” you asked sincerely, apparently enough to bring his eyes away from the book. he reached out to grab the tips of your fingers into his and slowly rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand, a soft smile wondering on his face but never actually reaching to lift up the corners of his lips.

you couldn’t help but grin a bit yourself, making him raise an eyebrow.

“quit smiling at me, i can’t stop messing up what i’m saying if you look at me like that”

you giggled.

“like what?”

“nevermind, dummy. just... don’t worry about it. just trust me and don’t check, okay?” he pulled your hand to his chest so you’d come and sit beside him in the armchair. you curled up against his chest, hair still wet from the shower damping his t-shirt, enjoying the smell of his perfume and the delicate, intimate aura of the moment, even though curiousity wouldn’t let you out of its hold.

“is it your soulmate mark?” you asked, remembering the conversation between you and atsumu, about how he started to cover it.

“thought i told you not to worry, didn’t i darling? can i trust you that you won’t check?” he mumbled against your hair, and let out a breath when you nodded. he trusted you wouldn’t, and you didn’t.

although now you wish you did.

“what’re we reading?” your sleepy voice ended the silence in your living room after a while, your eyes too tired to see for themselves. sakusa shifted and relaxed in his position, taking a breath before he started telling.

“it’s called the orange girl. it’s a story of a boy reading letters from his dead dad, who wrote them while terminally sick, about a love story he shared with a girl, whom he met on the tram, she got his attention because she was holding a basket of oranges. she then disappears and shows up at random places at random times, acknowledging him but never actually talking, and they continue this hide and seek until she gives him a riddle, which he solves. they can’t be together for long, since he’s sick, but they had to, since their love was so true they couldn’t stay away from each other without falling into pieces. they were like the glue holding each other together, the mistery being the only shared link they had for a long time” he kept lowering his voice as he felt your head growing heavier and heavier against his chest, to the point he practically whispered.

“that’s... sad” you mumbled, half passed out, and he tried so hard to surpress his laugh, so it doesn’t bring you out of your blissfull state.

“i don’t think it is, no. see, they didn’t have much time with each other, but that was enough for them, they cherished every moment and would much rather spend so little together than eternities alone. no matter how long she’ll have to spend alone before meeting him again, she’ll love him forever, and so will he, even though he’s not physically there, i think it’s poethic.” he stated, getting hair out of your face, gently leaning forward to put the book down.

“just as i’ll love you.” he added, now thinking you were asleep completely “even if you’ll hate me. come on, big baby, let’s get you to sleep”

come to think of it, he always said he’ll love you forever. never an eternity, always forever. in his proposal, it was “always and for always” and whenever you fought and made up it was “for as long as the sun shines in the morning”

never an eternity.

it’s not like it was something bad, he could be really a master of his words if he wanted to, and if he ever used that one, you’d obviously get scared and tell him to quickly say something else, not to tease fate too much, but he never did.

as if he knew.

you wanted to show him just as much you respected him and his privacy after that night, scared by the last sentence he said, and thought you didn’t hear, and made it your goal to find a new set of band aids for the both of you. it was often “look, omi! i found ones with elza, from frozen! she reminds me of you, so here. take these”

“excuse me? if i get elsa, you get swen”

“why the hell would i get swen?”

or that time when for your anniversary you had ones custom made with some of his favorite song quotes. it was an inside joke, not much of a joke but much of an inside between the two of you, that always put a smile on your faces while still reminding you that before love, before passion and before even friendship, there was always trust and respect between the two of you.

and that reminder was often needed.

he could be a sappy romantic, at times, but it was still the sakusa kiyoomi you met that first day, still a blunt jerk, accents on jerk, still closed off, still a bit egoistic and cold at times. you two had similar tempers, and it often resulted in fights. very often.

you loved his fierce attitude, you adored his honesty. appreciated the straight forward notices when he didn’t like something you did, and liked the way he always spoke what was on his mind when around you. but sometimes what was on his mind didn’t exactly cover what you wanted to hear.

as you put away the box of band aids, your hand grazed over the photoframe still damaged from the one time he had to glue it back together after one fight, after he threw it on the ground to let out his anger in some way.

you yelled at him for your fair share of over twenty minutes, and only when your voice started to get sore, did he start talking, but whenever he wanted, venom could cover those sweet words he’d so often whisper, as if his sentences were sharp enough to cut through glass.

“why can’t you just let someone care about you?” you’d shout, voice cracking at the end, causing you to put a hand over your throat, realizing it’s time to stop talking.

“because you won’t understand! you’ll never understand! that’s the thing, y/n, you may try as hard as you want to, but in the end, you’re too—” he’d manage to bite his tongue before saying something he didn’t mean, and yet your eyes widened.

“too what? too stupid? too much of an idiot to mit the intelectual standards you have set? is that it?” you’d drag and tease, as every muscle in his body would tense up, fists curling as he’d take the frame and smash it onto the ground, soon realizing how much of an overreaction that was, but not just yet.

“stop putting words in my mouth! i never said you were stupid, for fucks sake—”

the door closing behind you would wake him up from his thoughts, as he whispered a quiet “fuck” under his breath, and go after you.

nevertheless you’d never leave, you always went to the bathroom, put some water in your face, take a few deep breaths, and by the time you were ready to go face him, he’d already have calmed down and would be ready to talk, apologize if it was his fault, forgive if it wasn’t.

cause after all, you were soulmates.

you were meant to be with each other. you wouldn’t survive with each other. two puzzles of the same picture, fitting perfectly, and not with anything else.

right?

he’d mutter the lyrics to can’t help falling in love while he’d occasionally do your hair, he’d come behind you while you were cooking and rest his chin on your shoulder. leave notes in your lunch.

he was the most thougtful person you ever met. the most precise in his actions, most affectionate in what he was capable of doing for you, most selfless in giving his all into bringing a smile on your face.

one night, he came home from practice, and there was just something so weird about him, you remembered, about the way he smiled almost like he was fifteen again, all excited and hyped.

you lifted yourself up from the bed, finding it hard to move, since the ache in your heart was roaming throughout your entire body,leaving you tired and defenseless. however you managed to get to the dresser, and search for one through your shirts.

“so, you know how i’m not the biggest fan of merch, right?” he said, his eyes lit up as he turned around to grab a nicely wrapped, loose gift from his bag.

“i know? you don’t understand the hype people get from wearing things that have your surname on it, you’ve told me countless times”

“yes, but—”

“you’ve also told me that doing figurines of living real people is somewhat creepy”

“yeah, that too—”

“and that the plushie they made with you scares the living shit out of—”

“i know! i know! but listen” he’d say, handing you the package. as you began opening it carefully, he continued “you know that because of privacy policy they can’t make the merch jerseys the exact same as the real ones? the merch has the surname and number smaller by 2 centimeters, and the space between each letter is wider by exactly a half of a centimeter. and since we’re redoing the shirts with a slightly different design, i ordered—”

“you ordered one more for me” you whispered as you held the soft material in your hands, the paper laying somewhere on the ground, by your feet.

“i ordered one more for you.” he finished, scratching his neck in a nervous gesture “i know that i’m not the best boyfriend—”

“fiance” you corrected.

“fiance, when it comes to letting you wearing my things, so i hope this makes up for it in a way?” he suddenly flinched as if he remembered something right in that moment “oh, and...” he reached to his bag again “these are my perfumes. if... oh my god, this is so pathethic, why was i so—”

you took the bottle out of his hand, and, since he didn’t like to hug right after coming home, you gave him the brightest smile you could.

“it’s perfect. you’re perfect.” you muttered, hand moving upwards to ruffle his hair and mess with him just a little bit “come on, go clean up, dinner’s almost ready”

would it be a violation of your agreement if you just wore his shirt now? it’s not like he’d come check. you didn’t need your own-his shirt right now. you didn’t need to have “the one original that no fan will ever have”, you didn’t give a fuck about those 2 and a half centimeters of difference that meant so much to you.

you hastened to open the bottom drawer, and then, folded nicer than your version, was the real, real sakusa kiyoomi number 15 MSBY shirt, the one and only, a little harsh from being used and washed a lot, but right now, there was no softer fabric in the world.

you hid your head in the folds of the jersey, begging for the tears that you knew damn well were building up to finally come out.

“you idiot” you whispered, “you idiot, you idiot, you fucking idiot!” louder and angrier every time you began wailing, the black material being the only thing covering your screams. “why’re you always so stupid? so... so fucking precise? couldn’t you spend one night, one night without me? one night in anger? you’d still be— you absolute, fucking idiot, sakusa!”

only anger and frustration came to your heart as you recalled all the things he did with you.

all the dances to classical waltzes at three in the morning in the small light over your oven.

your walks with his dog, faces white and noses red from the winter cold.

all the events you’d go to along with him, when he’d dress up all pretty and would ask you to do his tie, even if he was the master of the art himself.

the time he actually taught you how to tie a tie, while you were both drunk talking in your bedroom after a college party.

all the things he did for you. the good morning forehead kisses, the cups of hot tea with the exact amount of additions you liked, the way he always wrapped your scarf a little bit tighter around your neck, the way he’d remind you to wash your face if you were too tired to motivate yourself to get up and do it.

why would he do all those things with such ease, how did he memorise every single line of your character, every single habit you ever developed, if he

wasn’t your soulmate?

your sharp breath began to even out after a while, as you recalled the most recent events.

he was very set off that morning. his mother, who he hated with all the hatred available in his heart, texted him something about an alledged family dinner he had to go to that evening.

the text woke you up at six in the morning on a saturday, not making a great start to a day full of nerves. ever since that text, he’d been more irritable and annoyed than the usual. he didn’t finish his morning coffee, he got splashed with rainwater by a car while on his run, everything was wrong.

everything was wrong.

you left the stage of your relationship where you were afraid of making each other mad long behind you, and yet you were kinda afraid to ask for the basic things that day. like, what did his mother text him? why did it annoy him that much?

you didn’t know that at the time, but what woke him up wasn’t a text, it was a burning feeling under his band aid. he lifted it, noticing you were still sound asleep and looked at the writing. nothing had changed, but it was burning hot, and didn’t allow him to stay asleep.

“what the hell?” he mumbled, rubbing the skin, as if that was supposed to help, but there was no result.

“mm?” you mumbled, asleep, and he just glued it back on and laid down next to you again.

“nothing, don’t worry about it.”

nothing, don’t worry about it was a phrase he overused. not that he wasn’t comfortable with you, no, it was the complete opposite, but as he was raised in a very traditional way, some things were just meant to remain a secret.

it was a sort of protection he’d give you, protecting you from his dark thoughts, his mind that often didn’t listen to his commands, from himself, putting it short.

little did he know, all you ever wanted was to see those parts of him that he kept caged from you.

that was the one difference between the two of you that nothing could get over, but, even in a puzzle, elements have to be different in order to fit, right?

right.

you called yourself stupid as you recalled that now.

turns out you would fit, just... not together. but why would someone be so perfect for you, why would your heart jump out of your chest every time you saw him, if it wasn’t meant to be? why did it feel so right if it just wasn’t?

as simple as that. he wasn’t your soulmate, after all.

that night, you got into a fight. you finally told him how many fucks you give about him wanting to protect you, how secretive he is, how dumb and idiotic, and weak it makes you feel. how you hated it.

you glanced at the delicate ring placed on your finger, and sadly didn’t recall the moment he’d put it there with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, but the moment you almost took it off the other night, driven by emotions and stupid, selfish motives.

if only you knew then... if only.

you wouldn’t say “do i even truly matter to you, kiyoomi?” you wouldn’t laugh sarcastically, you wouldn’t stare at him as if he was the worst person on earth. you wouldn’t make him feel so worthless and so pathethic.

“of course you do. that’s why i don’t want to get into it, what’s so hard to understand about that? why is so hard for you to accept, that i may just have things that i’m not gonna share with you? where is that privacy and respect you so like to talk about, huh?”

“kiyoomi, respect for privacy is one thing, you’re just isolating yourself from me! what, did you get bored of me? did you realize i’m not fit for your fantasies anymore? is that it?” you did know you shouldn’t have said that in the first place, you knew you did it purposely and only to hurt him, but emotions have taken over your brain completely.

“what the fuck! i know you’re just trying to make me more mad so i say something i regret, don’t think i didn’t catch up with your sick methods already, mrs smart!” he turned around to face you, a heartbroken look in his eyes, as if the trust he had for you was disappearing by the second. instant regret hit you, but that was just the deal between you two, nobody knew when to zip it and back off.

“oh so i’m suddenly so bad, huh? so hard to deal with, is that so?”��

his face went all white, blood rushing away as he heard those words.

“that’s right. i heard you talking with atsumu.”

“hey no, you’re taking it out of context, i would never mean it like that and you know it damn well”

“do i? do i know it damn well, kiyoomi? or do i just try to believe in something about you that just isn’t quite there?” tears appeared in the corners of your eyes as you realized it wasn’t about the text anymore.

“no. no, no, no, no, don’t go there. you need to calm down, you’re being ridiculous!”

“i am being ridiculous? I AM being ridiculous? you’re the one that makes me hate you right now!” you shouted, as you turned around, grabbed your keys and phone and left the apartment.

it’s fine, he told himself, you just went over to the bathroom like you always do, but minutes and hours flew by and he realized you truly... left? he searched everywhere, and you just weren’t there. he began to panic.

especially with his tattoo burning it’s way into his skin even more.

it doesn’t matter where you went, it doesn’t matter for how long. what matters is when your phone finally rang from someone else than sakusa kiyoomi and you picked up, it was the worst possible call you ever got.

he was at the hospital.

car accident.

drunk driver.

it was so obvious, it was so basic, it was so... idiotically predictable.

you obviously rushed there, obviously with fear at heart, but you didn’t fear him leaving you forever. he didn’t say his “and one day more” yet, right? he couldn’t go.

you checked every document, talked with every doctor, with every relative already present, even dealth with his hell sent mother and overprotective sister, and dismissed every single bad news, every single “he might not make it”, every “i don’t know wether he’ll wake up, it would be a miracle.”

and when you entered the room, he did look as if he was he was one foot in his grave already. you were careful to reach out to to his forehead over all the little cables and tubes, and get his annoyingly curly locks out of his eyes.

“why did you follow me, dumbass?” you whispered, eyes set on his closed lids. “you know i’ll always come back to you. i love you too much to leave, you know that, right? you’re aware? why did you do such a dumb thing? you’re smarter than this! we’re smarter than this!” you whined and whined, but to no response.

his mother gently informed you that it might be time to say goodbye, but you didn’t listen, you didn’t care. it wasn’t the day he’d die.

you stayed in his room alone for a little while, gently rubbing his hand with your thumb, mentally apologizing for being so, so difficult, and stubborn, and— and stupid!

you didn’t know what it meant when all the devices started beeping suddenly, you had no idea.

but even you would recognize that line that was supposed to jump at the speed of his heart rate going straight. you’d recognize that awful beep. that deadly calm on his face.

“hey. hey, hey, hey!” you started shouting. “don’t you dare leave me yet, you idiot! we still have so much to do together, no, no, no start working! start fucking working!” you screamed at his still heart, looking at the dark screen.

“no. no no no no no, i refuse, i won’t let you do me like that, sakusa, you hear me? you’re not allowed to—” you began panicking as you shook your fiance’s body desperately, barely managing to even move him a bit.

“wake up, you idiot, wake up!” was the last thing you said before your words started blurring together and becoming an incoherrent mess, before the doctors got into the room, before some nurse escorted you out.

that was the last time you’ve seen your boyfriend.

and now you were supposed to be getting ready for the ceremony, you were supposed to act like the composed, grieving partner, his never-to-be spouse, picture perfect form of sadness, yet you couldn’t pick yourself up from the floor, where you were sobbing in the material of the damn jersey, ironically, cause he’d be so mad for it, if only he was there.

honestly, anything would be better. any screams, silent treatment, any fight, any tears, anything. would be better than this.

because not only were you incapable of picking yourself back up after loosing your only love, you were also painfully reminded that this man, the man that meant the whole universe to you, he wasn’t your soulmate. he was never in the plan for you. and you were so mad, at whoever was up there, at fate, at god, at whatever, you couldn’t believe it, you felt like a glitch in a system.

he had to be your soulmate.

and yet the last words you heard and are ever gonna hear from him were “you’re being ridiculous”.

as you tried to get up from the floor, hands clenching around the material, you realized you have no idea what time it is.

you had no idea where your phone was, at that. you didn’t check it in over three days, you didn’t have the nerves to read all the “oh my god, are you okay? i’m so sorry for your loss” bullshit.

they would never understand “your loss”.

so as you finally found it somewhere in your purse, it was all out of battery. it took a while to charge it, and after you realized how little time you have until the funeral begins, you received a ton of messages all at ones, just as predicted.

you didn’t mean to go through them, you truly weren’t in the place to do so. but there was a chat that was always pinned at the top of the list.

your eyes widened.

1 new message from:

omi <3

your fingers and breath both shook endlessly as you pressed the highlighted font, eyes watering finally when you realized,

it was a voice message.

it took a while before you pressed it open.

sounds of traffic were heard, as if someone was calling you from inside a car. “hey there, smiles, it’s me, your favorite douchebag of a boyfriend! no, without all the jokes, we all acted on impulse, didn’t we? i’m sorry for all i said. you know i am. just let me explain it to you in person, okay? i’m driving around here, but you’re nowhere to be found, and your friends don’t know anything about where you are, neither does atsumu. you can be mad at me all you want, but please come home, okay? it’s getting late. we can fight but i won’t stop worrying about you ever, i won’t ever stop caring. please, baby, please tell me where you are? you’re not picking up, so that’s why i’m leaving you a voice message...”

your heart was beating like crazy as you listened to your boyfriend’s voice, realizing this will be the last thing you’ll ever hear him say.

“... anything is better than not knowing if you’re okay, y/n, any screaming and yelling you have planned for me, truly. i didn’t mean what i said, and neither did you. but i do mean that i will really try to be more open with you, if that’s what you want. i’ll try to make up for every mistake i’ll ever make. and remember, i’ll love you

for eternity, and one day more”

after that, his speech was interrupted by a loud noise, him saying “what the fuck” and some sounds of metal being smashed. and after that, there was a whole minute of silence.

a scream left your throat as you realized,

he was your soulmate, after all,

but you lost him forever.

after you finally made it to the funeral, greeted by your friend and hugged tightly by sakusa’s sister, coldly glanced by his mother, you realized, the cascet was open.

why the fuck. would they leave it. open?

“hey, sakusa-san?” you asked your fiance’s sister, and she turned around with a tired smile.

“please honey, call me by my first name” she said gently, playing with your shirt, as if she had to do something with her hands.

maybe it ran in the family.

“why did they... why did they leave it like that?” you pointed towards where your boyfriend surely was, and her smile disappeared suddenly.

“mother wanted it like that, honey. do you want me to help you go see him?” she grabbed your hand tightly and smiled, as much as she could, and when you nodded, she leaded the way.

it was hard. it was very fucking hard. you wanted to run, you wanted to disappear, to not be there anymore. he looked as if he was sleeping. as if he was going to wake up any moment. you swore his eyelid twitched at one time.

maybe you needed to do something with your hands too, because you noticed something wrong about his suit.

“who the hell made that?” you asked while reaching over to his hand.

“who do you think?” the woman sighed, pointing towards her mother.

“he has his sleeves uneven. he’d hate that” you chuckled under your breath, adjusting said sleeves, when suddenly, your fingers grazed over the black ink on his writs. you looked, even though you knew you shouldn’t.

wake up, you idiot! said the writing. you let out a breathy sigh as you reached over to your purse, and glued one last “frozen” themed band aid over the tattoo.

“you’re my eternity. and my more, too”

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dearest-kibble · 4 years ago

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How they meet their Darling (Yandere haikyuu!!)

Ushijima and Kageyama

Kageyama

Kageyama is a man who doesn’t pay attention. To anything really.

Anything but Volleyball, that is.

It’s not until you are sitting next to him in class that he even knows you exist.

You give him a simple poke, and he jerks up, looks at you, and goes to lean back down.

“Aren’t you the setter for the volleyball team?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I just heard he didn’t pay attention, guess they were right.” You laugh to yourself, roll your eyes and go back to looking at your notes as the teacher drones on.

Kageyama puts his head back in his arms.

That was weird.

And the next day, when he’s strategizing for practice in his notebook.

“So what's the rest of the team like?”

“Annoying, why?”

“Just trying to start a conversation.” You sigh, and turn back to your own notebook.

“Ask me when I’m not thinking about volleyball.”

“Ok.” The conversation ends until Kageyama can stop thinking about volleyball.

You’ll find him when he does.

You don’t find him.

Maybe it’s because, contrary to popular belief, Kageyama is in fact, surprisingly, not more emotional or expressive than a brick wall.

But he’s stopped thinking about volleyball. For a few moments in class. While he’s looking at a tree, or when he sleeps.

Dreams that once were about setting the perfect spike, turn to you sitting in the bleachers, watching him set that damned spike.

That tree he’s looking at? You’re sitting under it, telling him that his form is almost perfect.

And in class?

He almost wants you to ask about how to set. How even you, could become a better volleyball player.

It gets bad. To the point where you and volleyball are synonymous. He can’t have one without thinking about the other.

He has a problem with you.

Or more, that he doesn’t understand why you aren’t at his games or aren’t under that tree talking about his posture.

And maybe? It’s a little bit a problem with why you’re always on his mind.

He doesn’t get why he feels warmth sitting near you.

You aren’t the rush he feels when he’s playing a match.

Yet his heart still beats faster.

He’ll ask you about it. He catches you after school, but he won’t be late for practice, you’ll come with him.

He finds you by that tree.

“Why do I feel warm when I’m near you?”

“Cause I’m really hot?” It’s a deadpan answer for a deadpan question. “I don’t know, why do you feel warm when I’m near you?”

“You should watch my games.” Your eyes widen and blink twice.

“What?”

“You wanted to know what the team was like right?”

“Sure, I guess,”

“Then come on.”

You sit in on a practice three v three.

It’s pretty intense, Hinata is playing against him, he’s setting some shots to be hit by Tanaka, Noya is rolling his thunder, all in all? A close game.

But Kageyama always comes out on top.

If it wasn’t for his pride, then maybe it was to impress you.

The you, who was now talking to a very excited Nishinoya.

The short Libero had apparently caught your eye with his flashy-as-all-hell style of playing.

But what was the point of you being here if you weren’t going to watch him?

In all his dreams and thoughts, you were watching him.

His chest aches when you don’t pay attention to him.

Kageyama just doesn’t feel complete.

He hears his knuckles crack before he feels it.

“Hey. Come with me.” He glares down at Nishinoya who just smirks right back at him.

You have the audacity to laugh.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming,” you send a smile to Noya as you try to keep pace with Kageyama’s long legs. “We’ll continue our conversation later, yeah?”

“Yeah!” Nishinoya barely even gets through the word befor Kageyama slams the door to the gym.

No one is around, it’s just the two of you.

Kageyama’s ache goes away and his shoulders realesed tension that wouldn’t be good if they played another match.

“What were you doing in there?!” He’s aware he’s loud, but when isn’t he? This is normal. The only abnormal thing here is you and the way his heart beats around you.

“I was talking to Noya, got a problem with that?”

What didn’t he have a problem with? You were on a nickname basis with Nishinoya, you didn’t look at him at all during the game. And he still didn’t know why he felt so warm around you.

“Why didn’t you look at me?”

“I didn’t know I had to look at his majesty, the king.”

Well shit. It feels to natural for Kageyama to do this, like he’s setting for Hinata and they pull of their quick attack.

He punches you. A little above your gut. He watches as you stumble back and clutch your chest. The way you breath to get air makes him feel a little colder inside. That’s not right.

“What. The. Fuck!” You take a breath after yelling at the top of your lungs. “Kageyama, what the fuck, why’d you hit me?” You take a few more breaths and another step back.

Why are you yelling at him again? Because he tried to let you know that you should look at him? Not Nishinoya?

Looking at him would improve his game. Telling him he was almost perfect would improve his game. Yelling, looking at others and cussing? Oh the cussing would not improve his game. He’s fairly certain that is someone were to cuss loudly as part of a chant, they’d be kicked out of the gym.

And he can’t have that now. You have to watch him.

For the whole game.

“Talk to me asshole! I might be willing to let it slide i-” his arm moves on it’s own, fingers wrap harshly around skin.

You’re relatively light as it so turns out.

“Don’t cuss, it’ll be a shit ton to deal with in games.” Your hands pull at his wrist desperately.

Your eyes are pleading with him and he feels a jolt up his spine as he watches you struggle, mouth open, nostrils flaring.

“And don’t look at anyone else. Got it?” You take a few more gasps. He’s not being to harsh is he? He’s being firm, and that’s good when your talking to people. You nod furiously in response to his demands.

He releases you from his grasp and you immediately drop onto the sidewalk, one of your hands goes to rub at your neck while the other is splayed on the ground. You take shallow breaths as Kageyama just watches.

Eventually you sit up, and the hand on the ground cups the part of your stomach he hit.

“When-” You take a deeper breath the time, exhaling through your mouth. You’re looking at the sky. “When is your next game?”

“February 18th. I’d like you to be there.” He tries to offer a smile, the kind his Sister told him weren’t creepy.

“Ok,” you nod quickly. For a small second, Kageyama’s eyes meet yours.

He feels warmer than he normally did with you, and he can hear his heartbeat.

“Please uhhh,” He can feel the blush on his cheeks. “Call me Ka-Kageyama.”

“Kageyama?” Your eyes aren’t so wide as you look at his shoes.

He nods and leaves for the rest of practice, you don’t follow, but that’s alright. You’ll find him.

You do find him.

And the next day when he doesn’t see a bruise around your neck, he feels a little bad.

You would’ve looked cute with a dark purple handprint on your neck.

Ushijima

You should’ve gone to Shiratorizawa.

Really, you should’ve.

Being an assistant manager to Kurasuno was just going to drive you insane. When he first saw you, you were in the thick of some team discussion.

They were taking a break in between the sets, and Kurasuno was still bickering over how they were to play the game.

You were trying to act as a voice of reason, talking over the others in a calm manner and asking your team to “please take turns speaking”

In true Crow-like fashion, they continue to caw loudly until their coach yells for their attention.

He thinks you’re cute, how you thank the coach with your embarrassed, red cheeks.

But he has a game to finish and win. And then he can see how cute you are when you comfort Kurasuno.

Shiratorizawa wins easy, between Ushijima and the orange haired kid? Ushijima would clearly come out on top.

Ushijima watches as you look with such empathy in your eyes.

You look like you’re about to hug each of the Team. And then, you do.

He’s right, you really are cuter after he beats the crows.

It’s fucking adorable how you furrow your brow and bite your lip as you comfort someone who’s crying.

He wishes he could hear the tender shush you give the person, and though he hasn’t heard your voice he can picture you so clearly with a child in your arms and singing lullabies. He’s standing in the doorway and you smile up at him.

He smiles back.

And your hugging the Kurasuno boys like he’d want to hold you, so tender and delicate when you catch his smile.

You give an affirmative nod and smile before you hug a teammate.

It almost like he’s being pushed forwards to walk over towards you.

You manage to pat the next boy on his shaved head before you give a little wave, say some words and walk over to Ushijima.

You meet in the middle of the gym.

“I figured I should talk to you away from the team, I’m sure they’d have a-a reaction, to your being there.” You shoot a worried glance behind you towards the boys who have a similar expression on their faces.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

The two of you stand in silence, both of your teams are trying to ignore you.

“So-” You begin to speak before Ushijima rests a large hand on your shoulder.

“You’re cute.” He doesn’t give compliments he doesn’t mean. You are the cutest damn thing he’s ever seen.

“I-oh! Thank you!”

Your teams are a mixed bag of staring at the two of you, and the ceiling.

“Was that all?” You speak up first, and aren’t unkind with your intonation.

“Yes,” Ushijima looks down at you, and once again, gives a small smile.

“My team is eager to play against you next time, good luck,” You have a smile brighter than the sun. “Shiratorizawa is gonna need it!” A laugh that carries lighter than the wind too.

Ushijima just nods again and has to tear his eyes away from your lips.

The team is completely silent before he returns.

Goshiki is starry eyed as Ushijima stands there listening to Tendou’s ramblings and the rest of the team just watches that shit go down.

Soon after, the Kurasuno team starts packing up to leave.

“I’ll run back.”

“Is it because you want to talk to that person?” Semi sounds exhausted.

“More or less.”

Ushijima tunes the white noise from his team yes out for a second, before he hears a sharp “Dissmissed!” From Coach Washijo.

He immediately turns around to try and look for you.

The only people left in the gym are Kurasuno’s setter and the kid with Orange hair. You’ve gone somewhere else.

“Where’s your assistant manager?”

“Oh they’re talking to someone!” Orange hair. “They told you we’d beat you next time, and we will!”

“You won’t.” And Ushijima walks out of the doors of Kurasuno’s gym.

He sets a light jog, maybe once he’d find you he’d ask you on a date?

Or maybe, he’s ask you to be his partner. Regardless, he should sure you get home safely.

He finds you with little difficulty, you’re barely off campus and smiling at your phone as you wait to cross an intersection.

“Hey.”

You jump at the sudden intrusion of his voice, and take out an earbud he didn’t notice you had in.

“Oh, hi!” You flash him your third smile of the day. He can feel his heart swell in his chest. “Are you running home?”

“Yes.”

“Have a nice run!” And the intersection clears for you to put your earbud back in, and continue on your route home.

He takes a breath, waits a second and jogs at a slower pace behind you.

“So, why are you going this way, isn’t Shiratorizawa the other direction?”

“Yes.” You look at him with wide eyes. “I get more exersize this way.”

“Oh! I get it, like when Asahi goes on his runs and decides to take detours through trees!”

“Who’s Asahi?”

“He’s our Ace, the tall guy with the bun.”

“Huh.”

“Enjoy your run, you’re gonna need it for the next time you play against us!” Your wind chime laughter echoes in his ears as you wave him a goodbye.

You’re taking a left.

Ushijima takes a left.

You either hear his footsteps or see his shadow, because you turn around.

Your lips aren’t being bitten, your brow isn’t furrowed but you look like you did during the match.

You look worried.

“Listen, I know you probably didn’t pick up on it and you seem really nice, but I’m not really looking for a relationship right now. Please, stop following me.”

“Ok.” It isn’t a setback. Ushijima will be with you eventually. It must’ve been those rowdy crows. They’re incompetent and altogether too used to roughhousing. Of course you wouldn’t want a relationship when those were the kind of people you were around, it made all volleyball players seem immature.

Ushijima is not immature.

“O-oh!” You smile again, almost like you took off a mask you had been wearing. “Normally that goes a lot less smoothly. Thanks for understanding!”

“Can I walk you back to your home?”

“As friends right?”

“As friends.” The words taste bitter on his tongue but it’s a necessary step. Like getting manure before you plant your crops.

“Thank you again for understanding!”

It’s an easy enough walk, about two blocks away.

Too quickly are you at the door to your home.

Too soon do you thank Ushijima for understanding your situation and close the door behind you.

Too slowly does Ushijima notice the man walking towards your door.

Tall with a bun.

Kurasuno’s Ace.

Whatever his name was.

“Hello.”

“Oh uh, hey!” He sounds a little meek.

“I walked them home.”

“Uhh thanks man,” The Ace scratches his neck as he walks by Ushijima. “Have a nice day I guess,” The man emits an awkward laugh, and knocks quickly on your door.

It opens, and your eyes are the sun and moon to him.

You hug the man in front of you, quickly drawing him inside the house with what Ushijima thought was an “I missed you,”

Oh.

You lied.

Well, Ushijima could live with that, but maybe when he married you, you wouldn’t be allowed to leave the house.

If you lied to him now, at the beginning of your relationship, how comfortable would you be lying to him when married?

And Kurasuno’s Ace.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t beaten him before.

It would be just like last time.

Kurasuno wouldn’t win.

A/N Ok, I've been absent for about two days, sorry about that I hope this is a good tide over till I get my first batch of requests done! I don’t have a time period for when they’re done, but I hope soon! Thank you for reading and have a nice day!

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years ago

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Hello. I love your blog and saw that requests were open. Can I ask for a Yandere Kuroo with an s/o whose deaf (no offense for deaf people tho) I just think it would be interesting on what goes on Kuroo's head if he ever got a darling who is like that. Thank you

As a rule, I try to make my Yanderes think as little as possible, but I’ll consider making an exception for Kuroo… albeit a small one. He’d just be so possessive, and he seems like the type that wouldn’t even try to justify his actions. Call it a character flaw, but I’d like to think it adds to his charm.

Title: Vulnerability.

TW: Themes of Ablism, Abuse of a Disability, Implied Violence, Mentions of Blood, Unhealthy Relationships, Non-Consensual Touching, and Implied Kidnapping.

If Kuroo was a little nicer, he’d probably be a better boyfriend.

Is he your boyfriend? Was he ever your boyfriend? That part was vague in the most amicable parts of your relationship, and it probably didn’t help that he’d never made the effort to straighten out the borders between platonic and romantic, the line he’d crossed from either side so many times, he’d lost count by the time you started holding it against him. He liked to think that deep down, you returned his feelings, even if he knew better than to think that the colors weren’t a little tinted, from your end, that the music wasn’t a little slower, that the game wasn’t a little duller. You had to have some level of fondness for him, in that closed-off, guarded little heart of yours, but he knew it couldn’t have been the same affection he held for you. The same love he held for you, even if you seemed to doubt his sincerity whenever he voiced his endearment.

Oh, fuck it. Who was he kidding?

He wasn’t even sure if he really loved you, anymore.

It probably didn’t help that your companionship (Companionship? Partnership? Association?) got off to such a rocky start. He’d like to think he was observant, especially when he was on the court, but you were just so new, just so unremarkable, and it wasn’t like you could expect him to memorize the face of every person who came in and out of the gym he visited daily. No, he had to wait for a wayward spike to draw your attention, one that was just a little too strong, a little too fast, and managed to nail you in the side of your head as you passed by. Volleyball was a hobby, at that point. He was passionate, but he couldn’t have gone up against Hinata or Bokuto, not well and certainly not elegantly. He wasn’t a professional, and yet, that didn’t stop your nose from making such an ugly cracking sound as the ball made contact, your knees buckling as you divided your attention between scrambling to grab the things you’d dropped and covering your face, neither to much avail. He’d called out, told you to get out of the way as soon as he realized his aim wasn’t quite what it used to be, but at the time, he’d just thought you were a little slow to react. Maybe a little slow in general, considering how long it took you to realize he’d come to help you.

That was the first time Kuroo saw you bleed, the first time he’d had the smallest degree of power over you. That’s not what he called it back then, but he’d be lying if he said it hadn’t been a contributing factor, when he decided to stick around just long enough to get your number.

It made sense to get close to you, didn’t it? It wasn’t like he had a reason not to. You were studying at the same university as him, following similar tracks, and he’d already seen you fighting not to cry as you clung to a red-stained gym towel, so it wasn’t like you’d be able to scare him away. He liked you, liked seeking you out, liked touching your shoulder or letting his hand brush against your neck or slotting himself against your back to feel you go tense and watch you twist around so frantically, only to realize it was just your friend, just Kuroo, just a fun, harmless inside-joke the two of you shared and only he seemed to enjoy.

It took him longer than he’d like to admit to notice the signs - the hearing-aids, the way you squinted at his lips whenever he spoke too quickly, how you never seemed to answer your phone if you weren’t expecting a call. Partially deafness, you’d said, mostly in your right ear. Due to a childhood accident that’d broken something sensitive and irreparable. You’d said it calmly, casually, as if you didn’t really care. As if you didn’t mind having less of something than he did. As if you didn’t know you were falling short in an area he didn’t have to try to excel in.

As if it didn’t make you vulnerable.

As if it didn’t make you so, so defenseless, compared to him.

Just to be clear, that wasn’t the only thing he liked about you. No, the little hints were nice, they were beautiful, but he liked your smile, too, and your laugh, and he adored how trusting you were, your optimism bordering on naivety, at times. He liked that, even when he was open about his intentions, you were so quick to shrug off his stranger tendencies, to roll your eyes when he rested his hand a little too far up your thigh while studying, to sigh and shake your head as he wrapped an arm around your waist while introducing you to some of his friends, and to give up so easily after he voiced his reluctancy to let you go. You wanted to see the best in him. You wanted to see the best in everyone, even if you acted like you were just too important to care about his jeers and teases. He liked the way your heart speed up when he touched you, how you didn’t even seem to notice his closeness alone was enough to put you on edge. He liked a lot of things about you.

Somewhere down the line, though, he must’ve stepped a little too close to the cliffside. He must’ve finally crossed the one barrier you wouldn’t let him disregard, or left enough cracks in your protective shell for reality to start seeping in, or maybe, you just realized that friends shouldn’t enjoy scaring each other nearly as much as he enjoys scaring you, even if it hardly took a nudge to make you jolt and freeze-up. It was a natural progression, one Kuroo should’ve seen coming. If he kept pushing and pushing and pushing, he was bound to meet resistance. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised it didn’t come sooner, in hindsight.

He can still remember the first time you stood him up. The first time you left him standing outside of the campus library for hours before finally showing your face, just to say that you suddenly weren’t sure if spending so much time around him was a good idea. You were friendly if he approached you, but there was always the underlying tension, that wall of rigid posture and averted eyes that you always would’ve used when he was around, if you know what was good for you. No more study dates, no more early morning chats, no vulnerability, not once you realized why he was so eager to keep you backed into a corner. Not once you realized he might not be as harmless as you’d let yourself believe he was.

If he was nicer, he would’ve given you space. If he was nicer, he would’ve let it go. If he had any human decency at all, he would’ve walked away and never spoken to you again. That would’ve been the right thing to do. That would’ve been the good thing to do.

It’s a shame he isn’t a very good boyfriend, after all.

It’s clear to him that he should’ve been more proactive from the start. He let you get comfortable, let you adjust to his behavior, and he’s paying the price for it in time, in minutes of his life that felt like they were drawing into days, as they tick by. You’ve been crying since you woke up, sobbing your eyes out behind a soaked, sturdy blindfold, your hearing-aids torn out and your wrists secured behind your back, your ankles given the same treatment twice-over, just in case you found a way to run. There’s a more permant solution than the dirty warehouse you’re lying on the floor of - an apartment on the other side of town, one Kozume had been nice enough to sign onto with only a handful of questions and odd looks - but Kuroo needs to scare you before he can take you home. He needs to do something that won’t be fun for either of you, even if you’ll be the only one screaming.

Despite his better judgment, he’s resigned himself to waiting until you calm down, or until you stop crying, at least. Later on, you might see that for the kindness it is, the mercy he’s choosing to give you, but he doubts you’ll be that rational, right now.

‘Partially’ just won’t do the trick, anymore. You’re still too ungrateful. You’re still too full of yourself. You think you don’t need him, you think you’re better than him, and he’s going to prove you wrong.

He can only hope you won’t hate him when you’re completely his.

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morimallow · 4 years ago

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wah... hinata with a f!reader that goes from friendship to dating to wait actually i’m in love with this person. oh jesus christ

*squints and whispers* I was just thinking of Hinata as a lover a while ago and then received this ask.. Gasps, were you reading my mind? Ooooh, also, I have a boy bestfriend since my first year of high school and I had a crush on him for a bit until I decided to just continue being friends (I didn’t confess, LOL) but our friends said we were acting like a couple. I’m talking shit so let’s just go on with this. ajhduehfjdhvdkjoigeyeu

This is from high school!Hinata to time skip so beware of major spoilers! ^o^

That's How It's Always Been

Everyone considered you and Hinata inseparable.

Of course you'd start as friends, that's just how Hinata is. You can't resist him whether you're that isolated student in the back of the room or the captain of a sports club, a member of the Alien Society Club, or the one Hinata grew up with. The one thing that made you a bit more special than the others is how you ride with his.. his recklessness.

Hinata's the type of guy to just randomly voice out his thoughts and what he would like to do, probably got it from Tendou or worse, he enhanced this doing of Hinata.

Who else would Hinata go skinny dipping with in the swimming pool behind a crappy hotel? Who does he call at 3AM asking what's the correct spelling for egg and why it's double g? Who's the one being pampered because he felt sorry for letting you stay up late? Who's the one who went to all of his volleyball practice matches and official tournaments? Who's the one who mindlessly agreed to dating her best friend? You, it's always been you since the very start.

It's not uncommon for someone within your circle of friends to be the one to suggest things you and Hinata might want to do but on a particular day at lunch, one scoffed and jokingly said, “Why don't the both of you just date already and see if you'd go straight to marriage?”

You guys don’t actually do things immediately after an idea comes up. Of course you’d question and answer each other’s questions. People at your table were looking at the both of you as if asking if they’re seriously considering to date.

“I mean, we have nothing to lose, right? We’ve been together for so long so dating would be a piece of cake!” Hinata said to you enthusiastically, ignoring your other friends.

You thought of an answer by imagining how Hinata would act when you’re dating and an idea comes to mind, “This means free food!” you exclaimed and you turned to your friends, “Right? That’s what people who are dating do, right?”

By then, your friends just went on with the idea because you’ve always denied your feelings and they’ve concluded that you both just didn’t realize it yet which is quite dumb because you’re all over each other and the other one sulks when the other one is away. They just want the both of you to finally be officially together.

And so, dating begins.

When you realized nothing changed in the way you treated each other, you remembered the time your friends said you look like a couple so that’s probably it.

He would wait for your class to finish then would spend lunch together, you walk him to the gym after a reasonable amount of arguing because he wanted to walk you to your next class, you’d go out on weekends or study together which always ends up with the both of you goofing around. He would text you before and after a volleyball match. He would sometimes call, too, because, “Nothing, I’m not used to this, you know? We’re always together so I’m kind of homesick.”

“Homesick? Sho, we learned about this. If you’re homesick, call your mother or Natsu─”

“I consider you my home too, you know?” he said cutting you off. You were shocked and needed the time to process that one single line of his but you know Hinata can’t be on the line for so long, they still have to do their warm-ups so you stuttered a response, “E-Eh? I mean, I consi─”

“Ah, Y/N, we have to go! Wish me luck, okay? Cheer me on… darling.” Call ended.

Can’t he be more subtle? You were now as red as a tomato. First, he considered you his home and then, he called you darling?! Panic. Mess. Your mind is a total mess, it’s jumbled, it was flipped upside down.

He had been calling you some endearments he searched up on the internet because he’s been calling you by your first name since the day he remembers. Then you remembered you didn’t have the chance to tell him you consider him as your home too.

They lost.

They lost and you wanted to talk to him but you know he won’t like that. He had received more than enough pitiful looks and the only thing he wanted to see was your genuine and comforting warmth. He didn’t need your words because it all shows in your actions that you want to suffer with him, you want him to share his burden to you because that’s how it’s always been. You took care of him like the loving future girlfriend you and you blushed at the thought. You know Hinata will become a bigshot popstar-like person in the future.

You were cuddling on a picnic mat in the middle of a grass park not far away from his home in the middle of the night. You made sure he wore enough layers because he was still running a fever. He had his eyes closed but he isn’t asleep, he’s just savoring the moment and taking his time to accept what had happened.

You admired his face, half covered with a mask because he doesn’t want you to be infected, shamelessly that you propped your chin on his chest while your arm is hugging his torso, unconsciously pulling him to you or pushing yourself closer to him because he won’t budge.

“Are you warm?” you asked in a silent whisper, scared to ruin the atmosphere, scared to ruin his train of thoughts but you really wanted to check on him.

He didn’t open his eyes. Instead, he turned to his side, making you bury your face in his chest, “I don’t know if it’s because of my fever but…it’s warmer. We’re warmer, Y/N. I like this.” Little did you know that it was warmer because you were craving for each other’s heat.

This wasn’t an ordinary cuddle between friends but you won’t dwell on that thought. You guys have always been friends since the start.

It’s a good thing it’s dark out, the only source of light was the moon and a couple of streetlights. You fisted the back of his shirt, afraid that he might go away ─ that this was all a dream, you blushed. No, this can’t be. You always hug Shoyo like this. It’s normal for friends, right? This is just an overwhelming feeling because it has been a devastating week full of fails, losses, and self-doubts. Yeah, maybe that’s just it.

“Hey, Sho?” The calming blanket of the cold night enveloped the both of you; the leaves were swaying softly to the gentle beat of the wind. Shoyo hummed to acknowledge you, he was too tired to talk. He just wanted to sleep with you in his arms like usual during sleepovers.

“Remember the deal we made when we were kids?” you were being shy and you wanted to slap yourself because of it. That’s your best friend! Why would you be shy?

Shoyo stopped breathing for a second. You guessed it was because he was caught off-guard or maybe he was thinking of which one but you don’t hesitate to think that he knows that deal. It was too big and life-changing.

“I won’t take it back. If we’re both still single when we’re 30, I’ll marry you. You better find a husband fast because you’ll be stuck with me forever if you won’t,” he laughed lightly. It was hard for him to mutter the last part. Half of him wanted you to himself but he thinks it’s because he’s used to you being a part of his life ─ no, his entire life and he wouldn’t mind spending the rest with you. He’s your best friend after all, it’s normal.

You slowly closed your eyes, a small smile ghosting your lips, “I don’t mind,” you whispered.

“Alright, alright. I’m still sick so let’s go home,” he said as he gently grabbed your face with both of his warm hands. You looked into each other’s eyes and you both know something changed but decided to ignore it. You silently stood up and folded the picnic mat. Shoyo took it from you and tucked it under his arm.

He held your hand, “Home,” and squeezed it.

This dating went on for years until he came back from Brazil. It wasn’t easy but you both understand. You made time for him as he did for you. He made sure to never miss a single detail of his day when one of you called. There were also times you were so stressed that he tried to sing a song for you. There was one time he accidentally opened his camera just after his shower (because time is important and he wants to talk to you every time) when he took it from the sink and you saw his toned torso, “HINATA SHOYO!” you shouted from Japan. You didn’t know that wasn’t on accident, he wanted to test it out ─ advices and tips from Heitor, Nice, and the one and only Oikawa Tooru.

Kenma, Shoyo’s sponsor, asked you once if you could bring things to Shoyo in which you were baffled why you were required to go if he can just ship it to Brazil like usual.

“I only want the best for my athletes,” was his only answer which didn’t leave your mind for the next few months but still, you flew to Brazil, expenses paid by Kenma.

Brazil with Shoyo was an experience ─ a memorable one, to be exact. You heard his Portuguese getting better and better as days pass by, he would practice on you too but you’d get flustered whenever he does because you shouldn’t see your best friend like that and he would remind you that you two are, in fact, dating.

Sometimes, he would drag you in the morning so you could join him in his morning routine then an evening routine was made in just one week of staying there: romantic walks by the beach.

He couldn’t come with you to the airport but before you left his apartment, he hugged you tight and said, “Thank you for reminding me what home felt like,” then he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

Which leads you here now, in the bleachers with your friends back in high school. You were wearing the jersey Shoyo gave because you were his best friend and the one he’s dating, you have that privilege, he said. You didn’t mind…Carrying his name felt nice.

Maybe one day, you’ll have it─ No, no, no, not those thoughts again.

The game was fantastic. You felt proud of Shoyo because you saw how he started, how he thrived, how he worked hard to be what and where he is now. You felt like tearing up.

He would always look at the stands during timeouts to smile at you and you’d smile back. Yachi, Tsukishima, and Tadashi saw everything and said, “Whipped,” at the same time which made you blush and avoid Shoyo’s eyes.

The press crowded the court so they could interview the players and just when Shoyo was about to be interviewed, he excused himself but said he will come back. He wanted to be with you in his debut as a member of the Jackals and in being an official professional volleyball player.

So, that’s where you are, beside him with a hand placed protectively and softly on your waist as he beamed at the camera, “Okay, we can start now if that’s okay!”

They directed the first few questions to only him before they asked him who you were. Shoyo’s eyes seemed to brighten even more, “Oh, she’s my best friend and─” he stopped and smiled sheepishly, “Actually, I want to ask her something important before I continue if that’s fine with you.”

“Yes, of course. Should we stop recording?”

“Ah, no. If this goes well, I’d want everyone to know but if it doesn’t, well…that’s also fine.”

Shoyo knows you’d answer honestly, with or without cameras because that’s how it’s always been. The moment he looked into your eyes, you already knew what he would ask and you both already acknowledged the change you noticed back then in the dimly lit grass park in the middle of the night during your first year of high school because that’s how it’s always been.

“After years of dating, can I finally call you my girlfriend?”

Your lips broke into a wide smile and with springs on your heels, you jumped on him, recording cameras be damned. You just got asked by the Hinata Shoyo to be his girlfriend. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as you said yes all over again.

Shoyo remembered the press and acknowledged them once again, “Oh, right! This is Y/N, my best friend and now…also my girlfriend!”

M. List

#hinata x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hinata x you #hinata shoyo #hinata x y/n #not beta read #so uh ahaha #i'll edit it one day or maybe 5 years from now lol

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cottoncandy-jester · 4 years ago

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✨lie down darling it's time for a dream✨

3rd gym squad with deaf S/O

This squad needs more love they are all adorable babies maybe I'll do a poly story with them later

This story contains: talks of bullying, wholesomeness, just soft warm stuff with a hint of angst

Akaashi keiji

He makes sure everyone knows that you're deaf if they ever want to talk to you

He is always respectful and makes sure to never scare you by randomly touching you

He knows a little sign language but you two mostly write or text each other

He loves to kiss you on your ears and neck

He actually loves to hear you laugh

You always say you have a weird laugh but he doesnt agree

He likes to hold your hand when you two are out in public

He doesn't really like to baby you though since he knows you are capable of being independent

But please rely on him if you need to

If you ever get stressed or anything he is the type to pull you away from the situation and comfort you

You and keiji were on a date getting crepes, you got banana and he got strawberry but you would often take bites out of each others, keiji leaned forward taking a bite of your crepe and getting whip cream on his nose which made you laugh

Your loud laugh made him smile but he glanced around seeing people stare at you, he hoped you didnt notice but dadly you did and quickly covered your mouth with your hand now overthinking and tears started to brim in your eyes but you jumped when you felt a soft hand on yours.

You looked up and saw keiji texting on his phone so you pulled out yours to see what exactly he wanted to say.

"let's take our crepes to go and take a walk? I love you."

You looked up only to see the male softly smiling at you before you gave a happy nod. You two decided to walk around the park hands held tightly as Akaashi talked to you about volleyball making sure to talk slow enough for you to read his lips.

Bokuto koutaro

He had no idea when you two first went out

He is always showing you off like a trophy though

"MY BABY IS THE CUTEST THING EVER! LOOK AT THEM!"

Even though you cant hear him he is still super loud around you

He sometimes forgets you are deaf so when you stare blankly after he just ranted for ten minutes awaiting your response he realizes that he spoke way too fast for you

You somehow taught him sign language but you two also created your own special symbols that only you two know

If you use the symbol during a game he is going to be super pumped

the others drag you to him if he is in emo mode

He likes your voice

He knows talking is hard but he just wants to hear you say his name

With a lot of speech therapy you fulfilled his wish and he knew right there that he wanted to marry you

It was an off day for him, he wasn't playing as well as he nirnally was and that was cause you were late to his match. Every second he got he would searched the crowd for you and miss the ball.

The team lost the first set and something needed to change before they lost the game, as bokuto sat on the bench drinking water he couldnt help but think of you.

Luckily akaashi had your number and just before bokuto was about to get back to the game he heard the doors swing open and his name called

"KOUTARO!"

His eyes landed on you who was rushing to him while panting, his entire body froze as he watched you and his ears were ringing as tears rolled down his now red face. He thought he was dreaming but you did it again when you nearly tacked him in a hug

"koutaro! M' sorry!"

Bokuto shakily wrapped his arms around you tightly now peppering kisses all over your head and face when you looked at him.

"you- you said my name! Ah! You're here! Did you run here you look so tired! Did you come to see me win? Haha I can't lose now can I?"

Bokuto was so excited and rambling so you simply yanked him down to your level before selling your lips against his.

That definitely perked him up and before you knew it the male was energized and ready to win the game.

His lucky charm was hear after all

Kuroo testuro

He is pretty goofy with you

He loves physical touches to let you know he loves you

Honestly he is the type to pull your cheeks and watch you whine about it

He likes to playfully tease you by calling you his little mouse

He is also a fan of ear kisses

Always kisses your ears or licking your ear lobes

If you aren't paying attention to him or zoned out that's how he gets your attention

He makes sure you are taken care of though

If anyone was to bully you he would definitely get pissed

He likes dates at home where you two just watch tv

Always makes sure subtitles are on no matter what

Knows a little bit of sign language just small stuff

You two mostly use your ability to read lips

He likes when you watch him practice and tends to work extra hard

Please say his name

He doesn't care what you sound like he just wants you to say his name or laugh with him

Your laugh makes him grin so much

He likes your cute little whines and whimpers the most

He is a teasing demon

"what's wrong little mouse? You look so red and flushed"

Kuroo made sure to talk slow so you can clearly read each and every word, you sat in his lap facing him while he waited for the others to come into the gym for practice.

He normally isn't one to show up early but he wanted alone time with you, with a shaky breath a small whimper escaped you as the male leaned forward trailing his tongue along your ear now running his fingers along your waist under your shirt.

"you can't hear me, but I love you so much"

His breath on your ears gave you shivers before you slowly trailed your hands along his chest under his shirt. He was going to kiss you but the sounds of the gym doors sliding open startled him and he pulled back now simply pressing you close to his chest.

You glanced and saw yaku and lev walk in which made you jump lightly and gripped kuroo's jacket lightly before looking up at him as he simply kissed your head.

"yeah I know, we can play later for now me a good mouse and watch your kitty cat practice" as he lifted you off his lap and onto the bench he couldn't help but feel annoyance as more members walked into the gym..damn it those cockblockers.

Tsukishima kei

He pretends he's not over protective but he is

No one is allowed to get a foot close to you unless they want to get the death glare

You are to hold his hand wherever you two go

He made a playlist for you and made sure all the songs had a loud bass so you can feel the vibrations against your ears

He loves listening to music with you and usually uses a speaker so you can touch it and feel it

He does pick on you but only he can do that

If he needs something and you aren't looking at him he will touch your hand or reach to touch your face

"oi, look at me more idiot. How are you supposed to know what I'm saying if you don't?"

He likes to make you wear his jacket all the time so everyone knows who you belong to

Any bullies you get will be dealt with

He loves to kiss all over your face when you two are alone

Mostly cause it makes you laugh

Will use sign language with you if he wants to say something embarrassingly sweet infront of people

Your body in his jacket made his heart swell, you decided to join him during practice and watch him, this only made him more determined to impress you though he wouldn't admit that fact. He was pretty busy with practice that he didn't quite notice strangers walking into the gym.

They were probably going to watch the game as well, so when tsukishima did see them walk in he didn't pay it much mind. Before he knew it they were sitting next to you, one on either side of you.

"so, you watching a friend play?"

"maybe a boyfriend?"

Of course you didn't hear them and they just thought you were being rude so one of them roughly tapped your shoulder earning your attention.

You tried to watch his lips move but he was talking to fast, when you started to use sign language that's when it all went to hell.

"oi! You deaf or something?! So you can't hear anything I said! That's rude as hell! Shouldn't you be wearing a special sign that says so?!"

The two started to bother you now pushing you around and it didn't take lone til one of them pushed you off the bench and started to make you cry.

Your panicked sobs echoed in tsukishima's ears before he walked over like an angry bull, all he could see was red and he wasn't afraid to get into a fight.

"hey! The hell do you think your doing?! Leave them the hell alone!"

Tsukishima's tall height scared the bullies away and the blonde quickly scooped you into his arms now looking at your face, he noticed a bruise from when you were shoved.

"damn it, those assholes. Hey look at me! You okay?"

You gave a small nod before tsukishima simply carried you into his arms feeling you wrap your legs around him.

"I'm leaving practice."

With that he walked to the locker room to get changed and get his things with you never leaving his side.

He made sure to be more aware of you and those around you, you were so fragile and small and he didn't want to see you get hurt.

Hinata shoyo

He is willing to fight for you

Like a tiny bodyguard

Loves to hear you talk even if you don't like it

Is willing to learn sign for you

But he is dumb so he mixes up signs

He would rather just talk slowly or write

Gets all serious when someone picks on you

He loves to mouth out super cute things

Kisses all over for days

Please come watch him play

Will try and ask daichi for a time out if you show up late to his match

He needs to kiss you!

S I M P

He doesn't have money but he will give you anything you want

Hinata laughs as you straddled him now tickling his sides, it was supposed to be a netflix date but it quickly turned into a tickling match. Hinata was quickly losing this battle but was having fun anyways, he suddenly flipped you over and pinned your hands above your head not realizing how suggestive this looks

"ah...hah..not funny, my stomach hurts now"

As he looked down at you he found himself staring into your eyes a blush forming on his cheeks. You always looked so cute to him, a cute angel that made his insides tingle.

"you're, so cute."

He couldn't help but laugh at your red face and he released your hands only for you to sit up and hold his face in your hands

"shoyo..cute..too"

Those three words made him jolt and before you know it he buried his face in your neck squealing and holding you close. You can feel his pounding heartbeat against your own and simply smiled

Lev haiba

Okay so for the first month of your relationship he just thought you were a mute

Poor fool thought everytime you didn't respond in some way meant you were mad at him

After crying to yaku who explained that you were deaf he ended up apologizing to you

He still forgets that you are deaf a lot

He likes it when you cling to his clothes when you both are in a crowd

He tries not to talk too fast but sometimes you have to tug him by his shirt to tell him to slow down

Can't sign to save his life

He often used really dramatic gestures to get you to understand at times

He doesn't mean to offend he's just nervous and doesn't know what to say

He loves you to death

Also a S I M P

You want a snack? Write it down he got you

Want his jacket? Oh he's taking it off as we speak

Need him to carry you? Of course he will!

He doesn't like fighting so with bullies he just presents his height and they normally back off

He is a jealous boy though cause kenma and you sign all the time

Lev watched with a pout as kenma moved his hands fluently signing to you, lev couldn't get the grasp of it but kenma learned fast. This bugged lev since his worst thought was that kenma would steal you away from him!

"it's no fair! He has better hair than me!"

His complaining was cut short by yaku who kicked the Russian in the leg, this made lev fall and he let out a pained groan

"yakuuuuu I can't practice right now my partner is being stolen by kenma!"

"idiot! They are obviously hanging around him cause it's easier to talk to kenma than it is you"

This made lev look to you and he soon came up with an idea. He rushed over to you and kenma before softly grabbing your hand.

This made you jump and you looked over in confusion before smiling softly at his joyful expression.

"I know I tend to talk too fast sometimes, but please don't replace me with kenma! I love you so so much!"

He talked slowly making sure you get every single word and he was shocked to hear your laughter, he glanced over at kenma who now walked away not wanting to ruin whatever moment was happening.

"why you laughing?"

You took out a notepad and a pen before starting to write before handing it to him

As he read what you said his heart started to swell.

"silly! I'm not replacing you with kenma! I love you! More than anything!"

He couldn't help but hug you tightly kissing your face over and over again.

"I love you too! You love me too even if I can't sign! Or even if I mess up? Ahhh! I love you so much! Marry me [y/n]!"

You weren't quite sure what he was saying but you knew he was happy and that made you happy.

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hatsukeii · 4 years ago

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Sorry if this is becoming a Tsukki stan blog with all the requests you get for him lmao. All of your precious depressed!Tsukki asks got me thinking. How would he comfort his girlfriend who is having nightmares about him committing suicide after she found him cutting or maybe attempting? I had to break into a friend’s house a couple years ago to stop him from committing suicide and as much as I love him, the thought of that night still haunts me. Thank you for even reading this honestly. 🥺

Okay this was on my list for one of the requests I had to do asap bc it seems like a serious issue that needs attention so I’m putting off the matchups and hcs and doing this one first.

But like it’s still super late I’m sorry-

Plus there’s nothing to be sorry about lol this blog becoming a tsukki stan blog is 100% okay-

I sure as hell hope you’re doing alright, and that your friend is safe, you two seem like amazing people:)

Darling, I’m right here//Depressed!Tsukishima x Reader

Word count: 1600+ (A bit shorter than usual I’m sorry-)

Warnings: Depression, attempted suicide, mild swearing

Summary: You wake up to a reoccurring nightmare.

“Tsukishima?”

“Kei? What are you doing?”

Thank god you had to get to school extra early that day. There Tsukishima was, sitting on the train platform, his feet dangling off the edge. “Kei?” He stayed silent, ignoring you as a bright light headed towards his direction. You knew he was depressed, but you sure as hell didn’t think he would actually try to commit suicide. Your eyes widened as you watched his hands push himself off the platform, landing onto the train tracks. You lifted your leg, desperate to rush over and pull him back up, but it was as if your feet were bolted to the ground, refusing to move. “COME ON! MOVE!” The train was now nearing him, it was guaranteed that it would hit him if he didn’t get out in the next three seconds. You tried to scream, tears flowing freely down your face, but nothing came out. You felt your throat burning, however all that was produced from your mouth were inaudible wheezes and whimpers. Your legs wouldn’t cooperate with you however hard you tried, refusing to leave the cold ground. Your fists were clenched so tight crescent shaped marks etched themselves into your palm. Everything went into slow motion as the train came into sight. Tsukishima sent you one last glance, smiling softly, before everything was painted red and his body was gone. Time seemed to go straight back to normal right afterwards. At the same moment, your legs decided to detach themselves from the ground, and your voice came back almost instantly. “KEI? KEI NO!” You bolted to the platform, hoping to find something, anything, that could convince you this was fake. The air around you was thick, the smell of blood wafting into your nose as you stare at the train tracks in horror. “Why? Why couldn’t I save you just now?” Your heart was thumping furiously, blocking all foreign noise out as you squeezed your eyes shut. You don’t even know what happened, but the second you opened up your eyes, you were in the hall at school, students crowding around your locker. “Wait, you were there when he did it?” “Why didn’t you save him?” “How could you just let him jump off?” The questions never stopped coming. You slammed your hands over your ears, frantically trying to shut out the haunting voices. “No, nononononono stop, please! Please, I couldn’t do anything I couldn’t save him!”

“I COULDN’T SAVE YOU!”

You gasped, hitting your head on the coffee table as you bolted upwards, cold sweat dripping off your forehead as you panted. Tear stains were evident on your face, although you swear you didn’t know you were crying. Your hair was a disheveled mess, strands of baby hair sticking out of your head. Grabbing your sheets in one hand and your chest in the other, you continued to pant heavily, your mind racing in between your reoccurring nightmare and reality. Why was it that again? That was at least a year ago, and yet it still haunted you to this day. You were quick enough to grab Tsukishima from the platform during his attempt, but was that nightmare going to happen if you couldn’t pull him back to safety in time? Would he have died just like that, with no one knowing until a day later? Just the thought of the possibility made you shudder. Your hands made their way next to you, where your boyfriend was comfortably sleeping. Scrambling for his chest, you heaved a heavy sigh when you felt his steady heartbeat on your palm, breathing along to the beats on his chest. You gulped down your saliva, gripping his shirt tightly, as if you were too afraid to even let go for a second. You weren’t going to let him go ever again. Not when he obviously needed support and affection. You looked around Hinata’s living room. The movie from an hour ago was still on, however all the boys were already fast asleep. Kageyama was peacefully snoring away on the couch, Hinata was drooling all over his pillow, Nishinoya was grumbling in his sleep, Tanaka was making weird punching motions, and Yamaguchi stirred a little bit, his eyes squeezing shut. You pretended to lay down again, not wanting to concern the freckled boy with your sudden outburst. His body eventually went limp again as he continued to snore softly. Seeing that the coast was clear, you sat back up, trying to calm yourself down for the third time this week. Your hand was still grabbing onto the blond’s shirt, feeling the soft fabric in between your fingers.

“(Y...Y/N)?”

You froze.

Shit. You forgot that Tsukishima was a light sleeper.

Feeling him shift underneath your hand, you instantly let go of his shirt, gripping onto the mattress Hinata gave you two instead. The mattress dipped a bit, Tsukishima starting to carefully sit up. His hair was messier than usual, despite it being relatively short. Rubbing his eyes, he gave your hunched over figure a glance, completely confused. “(Y/N), what are you doing up so late?” Rapidly turning around, your hand landed on his chest, feeling for his heartbeat. Next, it went up to cup his cheeks, then his arms as your eyes took in his entire body frantically. Finally, your arms wrapped around his neck, burying yourself in his presence. Awkwardly, he returned the embrace by patting your back with one hand, the other arm wrapping around your waist. Your mind was on the verge of insanity. His attempt at suicide was still overwhelming to you, even if it’s already been an entire year. Most people would ask why you haven’t moved on, but truth be told, you couldn’t. Tsukishima was still depressed, he could very well try doing it again, maybe this time in an even more subtle way. In a way where not even you can stop him. You were scared. Anxious. Terrified. Just the thought of him leaving you forever was too much to bear, and brought you to tears. You would have frequent nightmares about him killing himself in various ways. Pills, hanging, jumping off a roof, and the worst of them all, jumping into the train tracks. His initial attempt. And every single time, you wouldn’t be able to save him. You would be stuck to the floor, hopelessly draining yourself of your energy as you try to scream. “I couldn’t save you, what? Why? How are you here? I thought you jumped in? This isn’t a dream right?”

That was when it struck Tsukishima. Everything was clear as day now. The reason why you came to school sleep deprived every day. Why you constantly fell asleep in class. Why you were always last online at three in the morning. “Why did you never tell me about this?” He could feel the wetness of your tears as you forced your face into his neck more. “Didn’t want you t-to worry more than you already do. I’m gonna go crazy if I see another c-cut on that beautiful skin of yours.” His hand stopped, resting in the small of your back. “(Y/N)...” He didn’t think his self harming tendencies and his suicide attempt would affect you this much. He never thought anyone really cared. However when you hauled him home and screamed at him after catching him trying to jump into the train tracks, that ignited something in him. He now had someone he had to- no. Wanted to protect. One person cared enough to save him, and that was all it took for him to realise a bit of his self worth. He would do anything to keep you happy and safe. One of your first requests was for him to stop cutting. He had stopped scattering his skin with cuts, despite his crippling depression. He had done it just for you, and it felt amazing. You usually just waved him off with a casual “Insomnia’s a bitch” whenever he asked about the dark eye bags, or the questionable time you were last online. Never did the thought that you were still traumatised from events that happened over a year ago pass his mind. He should’ve known that this would affect you badly. How could he have been so selfish? Disregarding your emotions as he tried to end his life. He felt terrible. He was pissed at himself. For being so selfish and foolish.

He heaved a heavy sigh, mentally punching his nuts. Moving his hand from your back, he caressed your head tenderly, as if you were a glass statue that would break with the tiniest push. You sobbed even harder, squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” His eyes fluttered shut as he held onto your trembling figure, peppering your head with tiny kisses in an attempt to comfort you. You smelled like shampoo and roses. He couldn’t help but take a sniff. You were the sole reason he was still here, living and breathing as he plummeted through his hole called life. Without you, he would’ve been dead ages ago. You were the guiding light in his life, reminding him about everything he should live for. Everything he should be happy for. Taking your head off his neck, you look straight at him with teary eyes. “You’re here right? This is real?” His heart shattered at the sight. His beautiful, amazing, precious, perfect girlfriend, was crying because of him. He pushed your head back into his shoulder, giving you the biggest hug as he held his grip on you tightly.

“Darling, I’m right here. I’m always gonna be here.”

Ahhhh I hope you liked it even though it’s a lot shorter than what I usually write🥺👉👈💖💕

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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Hi I was wondering if you had any advice on how to write yandere and non-con stuff?

Hoo boy, I’m not really sure I’m all that qualified to give anybody writing advice, but I’ll give it a go and hopefully something works for you? Also again, I’m sorry for rambling I physically cannot shut myself up once I get going lmao

First of all, I don’t give a shit what anybody says, there’s no right or wrong way to write a yandere character or story. There is no perfect yandere characterisation that you have to stick to - write ‘em how you wanna wite ‘em.

Having said that it’s good to figure out what kind of yandere you’re trying to portray. Are they delusional, believing that their darling loves them no matter how badly they scream or fight? Are they sadistic? Protective? Possessive? Would they keep their distance while they stalked their darling, or are they the type to insert themselves into their darling’s life to manipulate them directly? Do they feel guilty about their actions, or are they quick to justify it? Would they punish their darling if they acted out, and if so, how?

The incredibly talented @ddarker-dreams actually has a super helpful breakdown of some of the yandere ‘archetypes’ HERE which can be a good starting place. Of course, you don’t have to stick purely to those - people don’t fit into box like categories so your characters shouldn’t either, but it’s still a great resource!

For me, I mostly take the basic personality traits of a character and amplify them in the worst possible way. For arguments sake, Hinata from Haikyuu is super excitable and obsessive about volleyball to the point where it’s damn near the only thing he thinks about - so it’s not a super huge leap to take that obsessive determination and imagine how it would apply to somebody he loved. Twisted and warped of course, but the same principles apply. Aizawa from bnha is strict but genuinely cares for his students - yet he’ll still manipulate them if he thinks it’ll teach them something and they’ll be better for it in the long run. Take that protectiveness, the idea that he knows best and that the ends always justify the means no matter the short term difficulties, and think about how that might work if he saw his darling struggling in life.

Also just in general terms of the story, where are you coming in from? Is it their first meeting, or has the yandere had their darling under lock and key for a while? Not every yandere story needs to be the stalk, kidnap and sleep with fic (not that there is anything wrong with those). Whose perspective are you coming from? It’s always a safe bet to write from the reader’s perspective, but it’s so fun to write from the yandere’s eyes - especially when they’re delusional and bat shit insane - but that’s just my opinion. The relationship and dynamics will inevitably change depending on where your characters are at. If they’re months into their captivity, chances are their feelings towards their captor might be starting to get a little murky, or if they believe that they’re safe with this person only for their true colours to come out at the last minute then there’s going to be betrayal and shock and definitely fear - I think the key to any good yandere story, regardless of any of the above, is emotion and how it’s portrayed.

The whole ‘yandere-ness’ doesn’t need to be a slap in the face either, it can be subtle - the boyfriend who’s just a little too possessive, the friendly co-worker you just keep bumping into on the weekends. The friend who's always there when ever your other friends mysteriously start avoiding you. I’m a sucker for the ‘realised too late’ kind of trope and it works especially well with those the character (or reader) is ‘close’ to. Of course, it’s always fun to write the overtly wicked type too - where the reader knows their intentions, but can’t seem to escape regardless.

It’s a lot of questions, but really it’s worth having a think about at least before you start writing, even if only to figure out how your characters are going to react and interact.

As for non-con, again it’s a question of how far you want to go. You can write it as explicit or as tame as you’d like. ‘He takes you by force, ignoring your pained sobs’ vs ‘his cock drives into your sopping heat, fingers tightening on your waist with every brutal thrust.’ I’m personally not the best with smut so I have a bit of a tendency to piss my readers off to do a fade to black kind of thing, letting my fics end right as the non-con’s about to take place. You can write your character being overcome by pleasure as they’re overstimulated (just because they don’t want it doesn’t mean their body won’t respond to stimuli) or being brutally torn apart by a monster who just doesn’t care for anything but chasing their own end.

Watching porn is good if you’re feeling stuck on positions and stuff like that - also reading how other writers write non-con/smut in general is great too. Everybody has their own style.

Think about how the reader will react - again, it’ll be different if it’s the first time it’s happening vs. the fifth time, vs. something that’s become a daily(ish) occurrence. Do they fight back, and if so, how does the yandere deal with that - brute strength, threats, punishment, restraints? Are they meek and submit at the first sign of violence? Do they try and block it all out? Do they fight to a point before giving up because they know they can’t escape it? The kind of yandere you’re writing will come into play here as well. A delusional yandere might be fine with their darling sobbing, chalking it up to tears of bliss or nerves at their first time with their true love, whereas a lucid and guilty yandere might apologise and try and make things better for their darling - they can’t help what they’re doing, but they’ll make you feel so, so good, they promise. A sadistic yandere will have no problem hurting their darling, even getting off on it, and they might not care all that much about their darling getting any pleasure.

Again, there’s no one size fits all. Some writers focus on emotions, others on physical sensations (those tend to be the most explicit fics I think) while others will tend to go into headspace of the character and do more narration while the act is being done. I tend to focus on physical feelings conflicting with emotional ones. Writing physical moans and stuff has never been something I particularly like to write, but I do tend to add a decent amount of dialogue as well as pet names and things just to break up the descriptions. No right or wrong, just write what feels comfortable.

Anyway, that’s a whole lot of fucking rambling and I’m hoping that it’s not totally useless for you. Thanks for asking and good luck!

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