#edit: I’m so sorry anon I saved this to my drafts instead of posting forever ago SOBS

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just wanted to say i LOVE the way you color <3

AAA tyty!! Definitely one thing I’ve been very much working on w/ my art so I’m glad people enjoy it !!

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Comforting an s/o who lost all of her work

prompt: scenarios where oikawa and kuroo comfort a artist s/o who lost all of her work

warnings: a lil bit of angst if crying is angsty, major fluff at the end

pairings: artist and fem!reader x oikawa, artist and fem!reader x kuroo

a/n: this was actually a request; i was stupid and while i was editing i accidentally posted instead of saving the draft. for some reason my mind didn’t think that deleting the post would delete the ask too, and i ended up deleting the ask. i’m SO SO SORRY! i hope this gets to you since you’re an anon!

anyway, to the anon who posted i just want to say i’m sorry that you lost all your work, especially since it was from the past 3-4 years! i hope there’s a way to get it back (i was able to restore my data even though i didn’t back up my old phone), but even if there isn’t i hope these scenarios helped! i’m so soft for them 🥺

KUROO

Kuroo knew something was wrong with you the second you stepped into school. Your head was down, your smiles were more of grimaces, and you barely reacted to anything he was saying.

It worried him.

But Kuroo was also observant. He didn’t remember ticking you off recently, so the only thing that could make you so upset most likely had to do with your art. He didn’t want to tell you outright in fear of making you cry, so he decided to bring up the subject of your art and see how you reacted.

“How is that piece you were working on going?” He said nonchalantly during lunch. “Have you finished it yet?”

Unbeknownst to him, his words were a knife through your heart. Your eyes well up with tears. “It’s…” Your voice cracks as the tears start flowing from your eyes. “Tetsu, it’s gone. All of it is gone.”

Kuroo gently takes your hands and leads you into the hallway. He pulls you into his chest and sits down against a wall. “What happened, kitten?”

You quietly explain through tears that all of your artwork is gone and you don’t know if you can get it back. He whispers soft words of comfort as you quietly sob into his chest, gently raking his fingers through your hair.

“What if I can’t get it back?” you whisper. “I don’t want to start all over again.”

“Shh, baby I know.” He moves his hand to your upper back, gently rubbing out your stressed muscles. “Just let it all out, okay?”

You sniffle and cry some more. With every touch of his hand you felt a rush of comfort, and soon enough your tears were dried up. You let your eyes droop as you snuggle closer to Kuroo’s chest.

Kuroo’s mouth curves up into a small smile—though it looked more like a smirk—and lays his head on top of yours. You could’ve stayed there forever, wrapped in his warm embrace, but reality was starting to seep in.

“Mm, Tetsu?” you mumble. “Don’t we have to get back to class?”

“Don’t be a party pooper. We can stay here a bit longer.”

“Says the top class student.”

“I might get good grades but that doesn’t mean I’m a teacher’s pet.” He pauses for a moment. “We should totally make out in the janitor’s closet.”

You pull away from his chest. “Tetsu!”

“Hey, it made you smile. That’s my main goal here.” He smirks. “Though making out doesn’t seem too bad~”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laugh, resting your head on his chest again.

“See, now you’re happy again. One boyfriend point for me.”

You smile into his chest. “Good for you.”

The gloom about your lost artwork still lingered in your mind, but it was easier to bear. For now, you were just going to stay in your boyfriend’s arms.

OIKAWA

“Hi darling~,” Oikawa cooed over the phone. “Have you finished your homework yet?”

You weren’t exactly sure why you decided to pick up. You were crying—the ugly kind, eyes red, tear stained, snot trailing out of your nose. And yet here you were, sobbing uncontrollably as your boyfriend’s voice filled up your bedroom.

Oikawa’s voice quickly went serious. “Y/N? What happened? Do you need me?”

You nod your head, and then you realize he couldn’t see you. “Y-Yeah. It’s about my-” your voice cracked, “my art.”

“I’m coming, darling. Hang on.”

He lived down the street, so it didn't take too long for him to arrive. He cracked open your bedroom door.

You cover your face with your hands and cry harder. Instantly he was there, pulling you into his chest. Through sobs you are able to explain how you lost all of your art you worked hard on over the last couple years.

“Oh, princess,” Oikawa sighs, his breath tickling your neck. Ever so softly he started humming quietly, rubbing circles around your back.

“I d-don’t know what to do,” you sob. “Wh-What if I c-can’t get it back?”

“Shh, shh,” Oikawa murmurs. “Let’s worry about this later, darling.”

“O-Okay.”

He continues his soft humming, eventually calming you down. Your body-wracking sobs turned into gulps of air.

“Do you want to sit outside for a bit?” Oikawa asks softly. Your face was still buried in his chest.

“Can we?”

“Of course.”

And then you were outside, pressed up against him as you sat in the grass and stared at the sky. At least, he was staring at the sky. You were staring at him.

“Tooru?”

He turns to you. “Hm?”

“Thank you. I’m still upset, but,” you smile, “you really helped.”

He gives you an embarrassed smile, waving you off with one hand. “It’s nothing. Anything for you, princess.” He wraps his arm around your shoulder. “You might’ve lost all your old work, but now you get the opportunity to start new, right?”

“Right.”

“I love you, darling. So much.”

You sink against him and smile. “I love you too.”

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