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ransprang · 1 year ago

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Duolingo x reader x Scrub Daddy

Duo gritted his beak and hooted in a low undertone, “Have you done your lesson for the day?” The green owl pressed its large hulking body against your frail, quivering form, cornering you.

You blushed scarlet at the contact. “N-n-not yet, Duo-sama. I will though.”

“I can’t let you leave yet then, watashi no koibito*,” Duo whispered, kabe-donning you against the wall with a single powerful wing. “Now be a good girl and tell me how do you count to 10 in japanese.”

“Ichi-” you began, but then Duo flipped you over, pulling your hips back, and delivering a firm slap to your naked ass cheeks. The sound rang out in your ears, and you let out a short yelp of surprise. Warmth bloomed in both your cheeks. “Keep going, mi amor*.”

You bit your lip but despite yourself, you continued counting eager to feel the owl’s punishment. “Now you’ll never forget your lesson, and we can be together forever,” Duo hooted joyfully as he spanked you.

“Y-yes, Duo-sama,” you moaned your reply.

Duo lifted up his wing, ready to smack your bubbly, voluptuous ass once more. Your phone rang and buzzed violently making you open your eyes and peer over. Duo’s eyes followed yours, Daddy scrubby wubby, it read.

Duo whispered quietly into your ear with his hot breath going down your neck, “Daddy.. Scrubby.. Wubby.. wer ist das*?”

Your glistening eyes looked into Duo’s large, black orbs, “I-I already told you Duo-sama, he’s just my bestie. It’s Scrub Daddy.” Duo let out an inhuman screech, “SKREEEEE SCRUB DADDYY, WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS, CINTA SAYA*.”

“I’m sorry Duo, I didn’t mean to, he’s just a friend,” you pleaded.

Duo looked at you, hurt and confusion marring his handsome features. “If you mean it, apologize to me in Japanese.”

“Sorry-desu?”

You saw tears flood Duo’s face and in a flash he had flown out of the window, leaving you screaming his name, begging him to return. But Duo would not hear it. You collapsed to your knees, burying your head in the carpet floor, as you peered at your phone once again as it suddenly blared to life.

Ass up in the air, you picked up the phone, sniffling, “D-daddy. Why’d you call? You know I’m with Duo.” Scrub Daddy was silent for a few moments before replying in his deep, sexy Nelson Mandela like voice, “Why are you crying y/n? Did Duo hurt you? I’m coming over.”

Before you could tell him it’s nothing to worry about, the line cut. Expecting company, you put on hot pink booty shorts and fixed your hair. After getting yourself ready, you opened your Duolingo app staring at the messages between you and your feathered lover. Should you text him? You wondered.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the screeching of tires outside your apartment building. Running over to your window sill, you saw Scrub Daddy lock his car in the parking lot and walk into your building. You heard loud thunderous footsteps make their way to your apartment’s door. The jangling of the spare keys you gave to Scrub Daddy rattled inside your tiny, throbbing keyhole.

You ran to the door, with a hint of excitement, and relief of company. The door swung wide open revealing the massive yellow unit of a man and his beautiful smile.

“Daddy! You didn’t have to come all this way just for me..” you exclaimed with tears running down your face but with a smile lighting you up regardless.

Scrub daddy’s face scrunched into a concerned expression “Oh deary me, look at your state,” he whispered before bringing you into a hug. You felt yourself getting absorbed into the soft yellow foam, your body disappeared as the tears from your face went into the many small pores of Scrub Daddy.

“Better?” Scrub Daddy whispered in a soothing, comforting tone. You closed your eyes tighter, the last bits of your fluids flowing into his tight holes. As Scrub Daddy pulled away he was wet, but had an ever present smile on his face.

Scrub guided you to the edge of your bed “Have a seat, will you?” You calmly obeyed. “What happened?” he began questioning. You looked at him worriedly, “I don’t know. Me and Duo were just having some fun and all of a sudden he got angry at me..”

Shifting around on the bed Scrub Daddy asked “What do you mean? Having fun?…Was he wild?” You looked up at the ceiling and put a hand on your chin as you thought of how to phrase it, “Oh you know, owls are wild animals too. He likes dominating me and sometimes loses control of his feathers. Today he spanked me for not keeping up my Japanese streak,” you blushed but Scrubby was your best friend, you told him everything.

Scrub Daddy gasped and grabbed a pillow on your bed, putting it over his lap. He softly asked, “W-What else… Does he do?”

“Oh you know, normal couple stuff. Like whenever we go to dinner I chew his food and he eats it from my mouth.” Thinking about the sweet moments between you and Duo made sorrow fill your heart again. “I think he’s mad at me? Oh Scrubby what can I do now?” You threw yourself onto his soft spongy body and sobbed.

Both you and Scrub Daddy jumped as you heard the door creak open. A gigantic green owl stood there ominously observing the scene with an inscrutable expression.

“Duo, you came back!” You exclaimed, rising to your feet. “This-,” you gestured to yourself and Scrub, “This isn’t what it looks like, he was just comforting me.” Duo bowed his head, his eyes glistening with tears once more. “I can learn all the languages in the world but I guess I never learn when it comes to matters of the heart,” Duo muttered. Before he would let his tears fall, he turned his face away from you 180 degrees and wept.

Your heart squeezed in sympathy as you stepped towards him. Beside you, Scrub Daddy rose to his feet. Putting a hand on your shoulder, he stopped you and shook his head. You glanced up into his joyful baby blues which were now fixed on your favourite green owl.

Scrub Daddy approached Duo tenderly, gently stroking his feathers before pulling the weeping owl into a loving embrace. “You don’t have to learn anything, Duo. You’re perfect the way you are,” Scrub Daddy whispered in a husky baritone. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” Duo slowly turned his head back 180 degrees. “Really?” Scrub Daddy simply smiled, gently scrubbing the tears from Duo’s face. “You’re perfect the way you are.”

Duo’s eyes widened looking Scrub Daddy, he was twinkling against the light, the tears he had soaked up made him sparkle, as if he had the skin of a killer, Bella. Scrub Daddy had droplets dripping from what you would call his forehead to between his hypothetical crotch.

Unaware of his sexual appeal Scrub looked at you and Duo confused as you two were lost in a trance. Duo felt a warm feeling rise from his depths as he used one clean sweep of his wing and pulled Scrub Daddy closer by the waist into a deep kiss. Duo inserted his beak deep into Scrub’s mouth hole, using his tongue to explore every pore possible, soaking Scrub up more with his saliva.

Scrub moaned at the gesture, feeling a tingle pass through his body. They both had seemingly forgotten about you, as you stood there at a loss of words. As Scrub and Duo pulled apart they saw you standing flabbergasted, Duo smiled as he extended his free wing, beckoning you into a hug with Scrub and himself. You bolted towards the two giving yourself entirely to them.

In a moment of heat all 3 of you strip down to nothing, as Scrub lays down on the bed, and you on top of his soft, squishy body. You could feel every pore, rub against your skin. It was slightly wet from before and a little rough textured, stimulating your body further. Duo got on top of you two, dominating and completing the sandwich.

He plucked the feathers at his crotch region revealing a marvellous featherless cock, Scrub Daddy let out a moan as you bit your lower lip. Duo had a task in front of him, two souls to pleasure. He began with pumping Scrub Daddy’s tightest hole, which was conveniently placed right beneath your spread out legs. One pump in Scrub and one in your hole, Duo chirped in pleasure, “Ah, kak*”.

Placing his beak in your mouth when he had his thick cock inside Scrub and vice versa, Daddy could feel his pores contract. Scrub Daddy was contracting before the big release, as Duo picked up speed you could hear the bird above you breathe faster. You could feel Duo's cock go in and out rhythmically bringing you to an orgasm as you rolled your head back pushing into the soft cushion provided by Scrub Daddy beneath you.

One final round of pumping and all three of you sighed in relief as Duo pulled out to release his seed all over Scrub and you. Scrub moaned in pleasure absorbing Duo’s cum feeling it drip through its many holes as your body relaxed after a big orgasm. The three of you collapsed by each other's side, chuckling at the events of the evening and basking in each other's company.

Translator notes

Watashi no koibito: My lover (Japanese)

Mi amor: My love (Spanish)

Wer ist das: Who is that (German)

Cinta saya: My love (Malay)

Kak: Shit (Afrikaans)

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bluecookies02 · 4 years ago

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When they make you cry

pairings: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Aizawa x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Tamaki x Reader

Tamaki, Bakugou and Hawks are in a female!reader perspective, the rest of them are Gender Neutral

warnings: angst to fluff

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Hawks will get cocky, laughing in your face when he sees your shocked expression.

Both of you were going at each others throats, spitting insults to one another, just your recent daily routine.

Now Hawks knew you were a tough gal, which in his head made it alright for him to strike a really painful nerve into your chest.

As you remained speechless he turned around, a winning smirk plastered on his lips.

Just as he took a few steps forward, sobs wrecked your body as you hid your face in your hands.

"I d-don't think I can take this anymore Keigo" your broken voice reached his ears.

A pang of guilt pierced his chest once he turned around to face you.

He did this. He made you cry. He completely drained your happiness out. He hurt you.

His teeth dug into his lip, his eyes stinging as tears picked at them.

At that point, he didn't give two shits about who's right and who's wrong, his arms reaching for you and wrapping themselves around your shaking form.

He held you there for a while, listening to your cries that gradually turned into soft sniffles against his chest.

"I-" He opens his mouth but his words remained stuck at his throat.

"I don't want us to end..." you mumbled, your own words throwing you into another sobbing fit.

"We won't end here kid, I've got you...shit...I'm a fucking idiot...of course we won't end sweetheart...c'mon look at me" he raised your chin up gently, looking into your red eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry...not just for today, for every day before this, I-, God... don't leave kid, p-please"

You stared at his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks as his grip on you tightened.

You swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Something has to change Keigo...I miss you...we've been distant for months. Sometimes you don't even come home to me, do you know how that feels?"

"I know, I know, I swear... I miss you too. I'll tell you about everything I promise. Let's go home please."

You hesitantly nod, putting your heart on the line for the last time.

And now looking back, you're glad you did.

//quirk: flesh manipulation (the reader can manipulate the molecules in a person's flesh just by touching it, making them useful mid-battle to make the other heroes ready to fight again in a matter of seconds, but also making them a threat to their enemies )

If there was one thing he despised about you, it was your guts.

Hell curse him for falling in love with someone so stubborn.

To live through a relationship with Dabi meant that you had to have though skin. You had to be strong enough to bite your cheeks and endure the issues that people in regular relationships never face.

He enters your home, covered in bruises and cuts, asking for your first aid kit.

You sigh to yourself, your usual nagging and yelling never reaching his ears.

You place the first aid kit onto your bedside table, turning your back to him, tiredly walking out of the room.

"Hey-" his voice calls out to you, quiet and confused.

You close the door behind you, making your way to your couch.

One of these days it'll be the last time he walks into your home, the last time you help him clean his cuts and the last time you hear his voice.

The weight of uncertainty pulls at your chest harder with every passing day.

He chose to continue living like this, he is the one that keeps ruining his own life, it's his ambitions that are making you this miserable.

Once he patches himself up, he sits on your bed for a while. Your silance meaning one thing and one thing only. You finally realized how pointless being with him is, you finally got it through your thick skull that he's nothing special to dwell about.

Time passes by quickly, a few hours already gone yet he's still glued to the same spot, not having the strength to leave your room, too scared to face your rejection once he gets out.

He should be happy for you, you won't be hurting anymore, you'll be able to find someone better.

He slowly twists the knob, taking slow steps through your living room.

You are laying on your couch, tear stains on your face and a tissue crumbled in your hand.

His chest tightenes at the sight. You cried yourself to sleep. He wonders... how many times did you cry over him? How many times would you just lay here as he carelessly roamed the streets?

He should leave...he should spare you the pain he brings. You were the only good thing in his life and by continuing this he'll ruin you, piece by piece.

You showed nothing but kindness to him, you made him realize that some people are worth getting close to, you being a hero also making his resolves shake under his feet.

He stretched his arm out to your cheek, careful not to wake you up.

He left a soft kiss to your temple before leaving your house.

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You woke up to a persistent ring of your doorbell.

You felt terrible...your hair was a mess, your nose was all clogged up and your eyes burned from all the crying.

You opened your door with annoyance, mad at whoever decided to burst your sadness bubble.

"Hey doll, I would've let myself in but my hands are kinda busy"

Your boyfriend stood there with a backpack on his shoulder and a carton box in his hands.

"So...do you happen to have a room to spare for a year or two...maybe three?"

You stare in disbelief your hand covering your mouth.

"I know that me being a villain might be a setback but...I got some hair dye? I might even consider letting you fix my jigsaw face."

Your body crashed into his, the box dropping to the ground as you squeezed your arms around him.

Maybe he can make you as happy as you make him.

You knew he was rough around the edges, but you never even imagined that you would be the one his rage would be directed at.

As soon as insults came crashing your way you left the room.

You were just trying to calm him down, placing your hand on his shoulder as you urged him to stop shouting and just let it go.

His rough hands grabbed yours, throwing your hand away like you were a mere fly, his quirk burning your skin.

You tried calling out to him just for him to snap around and scream at you.

Once you reached your dorm tears freely rolled down your cheeks.

You yearned for a normal relationship, longed for some peace and quiet just for a week or two.

Yet you just couldn't let the blonde go, always hoping for some miracle to come your way and take ahold of his ego.

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It's around 2 am and he can't fall asleep for the hell of it.

You're not picking up his calls nor answering his texts and you've been inactive on social media for hours.

Kirishima has been urging him to go to your dorm for two hours already, spamming him massages about him not being manly enough to win you back.

It's not like he doesn't want to, he just has no idea how to. Should he get you something? Get you some food and flowers? Where the fuck can he find all these things at 2 am? Isn't that how people in movies apologize or something...

He hates when you're mad at him, he is scared shitless of actually scaring you off and pushing you away.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts and a small flame of hope warms your heart for a split second as you make your way to your door.

He's holding a gray hoodie and a pair of bento boxes.

"That's not gonna fix it Katsuki."

"I know shitty woman you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

You're sure that that's the first time Bakugou said the word "sorry" in his whole life.

The way it rolled off his tongue was shaky but somewhat determined, his hand grabbing ahold of yours gently.

Guilt was evident on his face as he stroked the bandages covering your hands.

"It's not that bad Katsu, and I understand that it was an accident." you mumbled trying to pull from his grip so he can focus on something else.

He grabbed ahold of your wrists, bringing your palms to his lips.

"I'll work on it, I promise. It'll never happen again. I mean it." you just give a soft nod, leading him to the table.

"Good. Now let's eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" you cheered, opening the bentos and stuffing your mouth with rice.

"Y/N...it's 4 am."

"Exactly, now eat, you're not gonna let me eat all of this by myself?!"

For this man, it was close to impossible to make his s/o cry.

He cherishes the relationship he has with you, making you feel special every single day at a time.

So when he sees you crying, he's confused and alarmed.

He reaches for you, trying his best to give you the comfort he thinks you need.

When you push his hands away and scream at him...Oh boy...

He's terrified.

Did he do something? Did he forget your anniversary? Your birthday? Did he eat your snack from the fridge??

You're pulling at the strands of your hair, your head buried into your knees as you sob.

He looks around, eyes widening when he sees a photo of himself and some girl kissing on the screen of your phone.

He wasn't there? He has proof! He was in a meeting! All of his colleagues could confirm that, he just needs you to listen! Please listen to him.

He's talking...blabbering...begging for you to just look at him.

As soon as you look up for a split second, he's hugging you, smothering your face in kisses as you weakly try to push him away.

Finally he leans his forehead against yours, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realizes that you're not crying anymore.

"Please Shouta, please, if you even have any respect for me, don't lie to me." you mumble out coldly, turning your head from him.

"Y/N, I would never, ever do that to you! Never! I love you so much, please, you have to know that, you do know that!"

You're too stubborn, but he calls all of his colleges one by one, putting them on speaker for you, asking about the time of the meeting or details of the meeting and they all have the same answer.

So now, your throat is dry and there's a lump in your throat, guilt eating at you as you try to apologize.

He couldn't give two shits about any of that, all he has to know is that you're okay and that you're still his.

He's not letting you go for the rest of the day, you're wrapped under the blankets with him as he makes sure you never believe the bullshit you see online.

"Sweetheart if I ever cheat on you, that's the day I cut my own dick off and bleed to death."

It makes you giggle and then laugh hysterically and he's just looking at you with the biggest heart eyes 🥺

Izuku would never do anything to make you cry.

He pays attention to every single detail in your relationship and he especially pays attention to your feelings.

What he is really bad at, is taking care of himself.

He doesn't take in consideration how you feel when he comes home all stitched up and tired, or how he stays up late to train and push himself further than his body can take.

However one day, he is exhausted from his training and he barely has any strength left. His phone rings and he is rushing out the door, already panting.

You don't reach him in time to stop him, so here you are, hours later next to his hospital bed.

The villain wasn't too powerful, but his state caused him to pass out in the middle of the bettle field.

As soon as he wakes up, you're yelling at him, but at the same time sobbing against his chest.

"I can't just stand here and watch you hurt yourself Zuku... I can't, I can't, I can't....O-one of these days you're just gonna slip away from my hands, I can't. Please" You're grip on him softens as you loose the strength in your hands.

His arms wrap themselves around you, trying his best not to flinch as you rub against his bandages.

His eyes are watering, realization dawning on him as he holds your tired body against him.

You're right...He sees the state of himself after a lowlife villain with a pathetic quirk sent him into the hospital. He doesn't even want to think about what would've happened if there was someone much stronger out there.

"Hey Y/N...I-...I might take a week off, to rest yeah? Does that sound good?"

You nod, wiping away the tears as you sniffle.

"And you won't be training at night anymore. And you won't be staying up late!" you scold as he rubs your cheeks.

"I won't. I promise." he places a kiss at your temple, pulling you onto the hospital bed next to him.

"Let's sleep for a bit yeah? I might owe you a few hours..."

You're crying, he's crying.

He's down on one knee and he's stuttering, his hands shaking as he hears you cry out a happy "Yes".

He barely gets the ring on your finger, burying his head into your neck as soon as he gets to his feet.

You always thought that he was going to propose to you at home, maybe some homecooked dinner with roses and candles. You didn't mind that option either.

You were surprised that he even suggested a walk in the park.

I mean, it was a really small park with little to no people in the area but it was beautiful nonetheless.

You're all giddy and happy as he takes your hand in his, his eyes always glancing at the ring on your finger.

Once you spot an ice cream stand you leap in happiness, rushing to get ice cream for the both of you.

The lady selling it smiles brightly at you.

"Is that the lucky guy?" you nod grabbing your icecream as Tamaki hides behind you.

"Good job sweetheart, you're making this lady very happy, I can feel it in my old bones" you laugh at her remark as you nudge Tamaki forward.

She hands him his ice cream and winks at him.

He's blushing and thanking the lady before running off to an empty bench.

”He’s a lil’ shy but he's got the spirit” you say to the lady as you rush off to get him.

You take the time to really study the ring, the beautiful blue crystal shining in the sun.

”I...I hope you l-like it...Nejire helped me out. Uhm I probably shouldn't have said that...S-she-"

"I like it Tama...I love it actually" you place a gentle kiss just at the corner of his lips, his hands grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply in return.

His cheeks are warm and his lips are slow against yours but you melt against him, letting him place you in his lap.

"Oh my God, I have a fiancé, oh my God, I have to call Mirio and tell him you said yes. You said yes, right?"

You laugh as you shake your head at him, playing with his hair as he fumbles with his phone.

All of the pictures are from the original anime/manga (please do correct me if I'm wrong in the comments below)

The Tamaki one has no angst in it because I had to heal from all of the emotional rollercosters.

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plsimsuchasimp · 4 years ago

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cheating.

part 2 here

Ft: Suna Rintarou x !gn reader, a little bit of atsumu miya x !gn reader

Genre/warnings: one (1) curse word, cheating, brief implied sex, angst, hurt/comfort, fighting

Wc: 1.8k

NOT PROOFREAD!

a/n: i’m so sorry for this angst but i had to do it for y’all... didn’t have it in me to write a happy ending, maybe later.

The rain was pouring down, clattering against the roof of the gym. You, sitting against the wall in a corner by the benches, watched Suna’s team play, smiling slightly at the way they seemed to seamlessly move together. Your boyfriend looked concentrated, green eyes flickering from one player to another.

His phone buzzed beside you, and you picked it up, intending to set it to Do Not Disturb so you could do work, but the notification caught your eye.

“Hey!” It read, “it was so good to meet you >;) you made me feel good <3″

Instantly, your heart drops into your stomach. Silently willing for the notification to disappear, your eyes cling to the screen as yet another popped up. “I miss you babe, we should do that again”

Your eyes begin to burn, trying to deny the obvious truth of what you saw in front of you. Suna Rintarou had cheated on you, and from the looks of it, with a stranger. You swallow, hard, as the lump in your throat grows and tears begin to form in your eyes. No wonder he’d been overly affectionate in the past week, he probably felt guilty.

What hurt most wasn’t that he didn’t tell you, pretended that everything was fine; no, it was the realization that you just weren’t enough for him. All the time you’d spent on him, everything you’d done, the words of confirmation and the countless amount of love and affection you’d given him, it all wasn’t good enough.

You were bad enough for him to seek loving in a stranger’s arms.

Clicking the phone off, you put it down and stared into space for a moment, fighting the tears that threatened to spill onto your cheeks at any second. Practice was wrapping up, and you couldn’t face Suna right now. Luckily for you, he was on cleanup duty this week, so he had to stay late.

Trying to shake the rigidity out of your limbs, you gathered your things and stuffed them into your bag, not taking the time to organize them so they all fit. Head down, you headed for the door, hoping that Suna wouldn’t look over. Opening the door, you were faced with another harsh realization: It was raining and Suna was supposed to drive you home. That wasn’t happening today, for sure. Glancing around, you spotted Atsumu pulling his umbrella out of his bag, and rushed over to him.

“Hey Atsumu,” you said, attempting to keep your voice steady, “Can I catch a ride with you?” He was going to ask why, when Suna had a perfectly good car, but then he caught a glimpse of the tear streaking silently down your face and decided it might be better to wait until later.

Unusually serious, he agreed and put a comforting hand on the small of your back as you two hurried out of the door under his umbrella. Opening his car door for you, he let you in and then went over to the driver’s side, sliding in and turning on the car so it would warm up.

Stealing the occasional look at you, he noticed you were shaking and turned up the heat in the car although he was warm from volleyball practice. He started driving, sensing that you didn’t want to talk. Jaw clenched, he drove in silence for a couple minutes, then dared to speak.

“Hey, are you okay?” Hearing sniffles from your side of the car and seeing your shoulders shake, he pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park. Gulping, he awkwardly reached out a hand to pat you on the back, but this only made you cry harder.

Looking up to face him, tear streaks staining your cheeks, you tried to stop shivering from shock. “S-Suna,” you mumbled, fighting to keep your voice from completely breaking, but another sob escaped before you could get anything more out.

“Wha’? Suna what?” he prodded, brow furrowing in concern. You rarely cried, so he knew this was something really serious.

“Suna c-cheated on me.” The last couple of words were whispered, your voice breaking, and Atsumu’s mouth dropped open. Of all the things he’d expected to hear, it wasn’t that. Your relationship with Suna had always seemed perfect. He’d seen the way Suna looked at you, his eyes soft, seen the way his behavior changed around you, seen his eyes light up whenever you smiled. This wasn’t possible.

He opened his mouth, shutting it again when words failed him. You were hunched in the passenger’s seat, shaking so hard he could hear your elbows accidentally hitting the car door. Without a second thought, he took his sweatshirt off and covered you with it, hoping that it would warm you up at least a little bit.

“I- I’m so sorry,” he muttered, unsure how to comfort a clearly distraught you. As soon as your shudders subsided, his mind turned to Suna and what he would do next time he saw him. No doubt he deserved to be beat up for what he did to you, hurting you like that, but it just didn’t make sense. Suna was totally in love with you, and it was obvious to any outsider.

He started the car again, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your shoulder, trying to calm you down. “Y/N, I’m gonna drop ya off at home, okay?”

A quick nod from you reassured him, and you two drove with just the raindrops crashing down on the roof of the car. When you arrived at your house, you made a motion to give back his sweatshirt, but he just waved a hand and said “Don’t worry about it. Ya can return it to me when I next see ya.” Your lips trembled and you turned away from him, making the way to your door and letting yourself in. He didn’t leave until he saw that you were inside, then started driving back to the gym.

You shed your jacket and turned on the heater in your house, not bothering to turn on the lights or draw the curtains. Kicking your shoes off, you crawled into bed and under your blanket and let the tears come, hugging the pillow that smelled too much like Suna.

Meanwhile at the gym, Suna was just finishing up and wondering where you’d gone to. The guilt of his mistake still hung with him, and he was looking to take you out to dinner tonight and spend some more time with you. However, when he saw his phone laying faceup, the bold words in text still plainly on the screen, he knew that you’d found out, and his heart contracted. Sinking to his knees, he struggled to breathe through the upcoming panic. He was in love with you, and he had no idea what had possessed him to fall into someone else’s arms for the night.

The feeling surged when he remembered that one of your biggest fears/insecurities was not being good enough, and a short gasp fell out of his mouth as he realized just how much he’d messed up. The gym door swung open, banging against the wall with the sheer force of the push. There stood Miya Atsumu, a murderous expression on his face.

“Suna!” He barked, and the middle blocker glanced up briefly before returning his attention to the phone clutched in his hands, frantically pressing the call button as it once again went straight to voicemail. The sound of your voice was almost too much for him to bear, his breathing accelerating and his head pounding.

y/n please pick up please i’m so sorry i swear i didn’t mean it they mean nothing to me i love you i love you so much please don’t leave me

His fingers speed across the keyboard, hoping against hope that you’ll talk to him. Any sort of contact. The phone is suddenly knocked from his hand by Atsumu, the look on his face nothing short of furious.

“What the fuck were ya thinking?” He spits, rage evident in the bulging veins of his neck. “You hurt y/n so badly that they had to drive home with me rather than face another second of ya.”

His words stung Suna, because they both knew they were true. He doesn’t resist when Atsumu pulls him to his feet, glaring at him and shoving him towards the wall.

“You’re pathetic. Y/N is the best person ya will ever meet, and ya ruined it all.” Once again, Suna doesn’t reciprocate, his eyes falling miserably to the ground. Atsumu’s fist comes up and hits Suna straight in the stomach, forcing the breath out of his lungs as he collapses to the floor. Atsumu looks at him with an expression of pure disgust, walking away to leave Suna where he is, slumped against the wall.

His eyes are dull, the life drained out of them, because he knows Atsumu is right. A notification causes his phone to buzz and he picks it up immediately, hoping to see anything from you, but it’s just another text from the fling. Hatred for himself and the person fills him, and he slams his phone down, allowing his head to sink into his knees.

He needs to see you, so he grabs his stuff and rushes to his car, barely remembering to lock the gym on his way out. Going ten miles above the speed limit, he makes it to your house ten minutes after you had.

Walking up to your front door, he knocks urgently, over and over again. He hears shuffling from behind, and the door opens to reveal you in an oversize sweatshirt that doesn’t belong to him and sweatpants, eyes red and puffy from crying.

The instant you see him, time seems to stop. The hurt is written all over your face, and the regret all over his. He can’t seem to move, can’t do anything besides whisper your name.

“Y/N.”

You shake your head, new tears forming in the corners of your eyes, and turn away. “I don’t want to talk to you, Suna.”

With those words, his heart shatters a little bit more. He was your Rin, your Rinnie, never Suna. “Please-” the door slams in his face and he hears the lock turning, signaling the final goodbye. He screams, pounding on your door as the panic overtakes him.

“Please! I love you! I’m so sorry, just please don’t leave me! I’ll go insane if you do!” Tears stream down his face and yours, mourning each other on opposite sides of the door. His words wrack you, tempt you to open the door and forgive him, but you can’t. He already showed you he didn’t care.

Half an hour passes, with the yells from the door fading into whimpers. Finally, you hear a car door slam, and you allow yourself to sob, held immobile on the floor.

You’re broken, and it’s his fault. His head falls onto the steering wheel, not caring that it sets off the car horn.

Still, the rain patters on the roof, both of you less than three hundred feet apart, but forever separated.

He’ll never love anyone like he loved you.

#suna rintaro imagine #suna x y/n #suna x reader #agh im sorry for this angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#atsumu scenarios #atsumu miya #suna rintarou #suna angst #atsumu x reader

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hopeandvolleyball · 4 years ago

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insecure boys pt.1

genre: angst if you squint, fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: food, weight insecurities in osamus

w/ osamu, atsumu

osamu miya

osamu had gotten home from work a little more than an hour ago, and he figured he’d been spending that entire time looking at the mirror, pinching the newfound softness piling onto his tummy. he’s been squeezing and kneading the flesh for so long it was turning red. lips twisted to the side, osamu sighed. when did he gain this much weight? how did he let this happen? osamu could barely look at himself in the mirror without feeling ugly and ashamed. mumbling under his breath he pulled a looser hoodie over his head, grateful it wasn’t starting to become tight around his middle.

you called his name from the kitchen, an indicator dinner was ready. in all honesty he didn’t feel like going out there, the idea of eating making him nauseous. but he still entered the living room, unable to fully wipe the crestfallen look off his face. even seeing your bubbly frame and pretty smile in the kitchen couldn’t fully heal him from his insecure thoughts clouding his mind. setting the utensils down, you ran up to hug osamu, arms around his waist. he surpressed the urge to push your arms down, not wanting you to feel his plush stomach. your eyes looked at him with pure adoration, sparkles and hearts swimming in your irises. osamu placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“dinner will be ready in a few minutes, just gotta plate it and stuff,” you informed him, sounding so giddy. “might not look as pretty as when you make it but-”

“’bout that. ‘m not really hungry, darlin. ate a bit too much while at the shop today,” he lied not smoothly. he felt the familiar nausea creep back up his throat. he felt even worse at the frown tugging at the sides of your lips.

“you’re a bad liar, samu,” you commented, hands on your hips. “what’s wrong love? talk to me, please?” you pleaded. osamu knew he couldn’t keep it in anymore, not from you. it wasn’t fair. his stoic expression began to soften and quiver.

“when did i let myself go?” osamu asked, his voice starting to break. your brows furrowed and lips curled into a pout. you pulled him close to you, slipping your fingers through his dark brown locks as he held on to you with all the force he had.

“what on earth are you talking about, samu?” you inquired as he squeezed you tighter.

“’m fat, darlin,” he whimpered. “i hate lookin’ at myself in the mirror and i don’t know why yer still with me.” that broke your heart, you heart it shatter into a hundred pieces as he spoke. you opened your mouth to speak but he continued. you decided it best to let him rant. “every day ya see ‘tsumu and i can’t help but thinkin’ ye’d want a guy like that. i used to be that and i’m so disappointed-”

“lovebug you own a restaurant,” you determined with a flat expression. osamu blinked, the tears forming in the corners of his eyes disappearing.

“yeah. i know that. what does-”

“so its natural for you to gain weight if your working with food consistently,” you cut him off again. “do you think i expected a good chef to be completely cut? no i didn’t. besides, you wear the weight well.” osamu blinked.

“ye noticed?” he tilted his head to the side.

“of course i did. i never said anything because i didn’t care. you look just as good, if not better, because the added weight means i’m taking care of you. that i’m treating you well.” you leaned up to kiss his temple. “if you want to lose the weight fine, samu. but i’m upset you’d do it by not eating. i want you to be safe and healthy, okay?” your hand caressed his cheek, drenched with newly found tears. “oh samu, i’m sorry-”

“yer fine darlin,” he sniffled, smiling brightly for the first time that day. “thank ya. i love ya more than i could ever tell ya.”

“i love you too osamu,” you kissed his lips sweetly. “now come on you need to eat.” dinner went by just fine, your eyes on him the entire time to be sure he ate his fill, watching him smile and hum after each bite. you loved osamu so much and you wanted to make sure he knew that. after dinner you relocated to the couch, his head finding its sweet spot on your lap. your hand smoothed over his abdomen, rubbing it affectionately. he hummed again.

“‘m gonna fall asleep if ya keep doin that,” osamu mumbled against the fabric of your pants. you giggled.

“do it. you’ve had a long day, samu. get some sleep lovebug. i love you so much,” you gave his sides a pat. osamu hummed again, mumbling affections under his breath as he doze off into a gentle slumber.

atsumu miya

you waited in the living room of your shared apartment for atsumu to return home from practice. scrolling through your phone with boredom etched into your features until the front door creaked open. with bright eyes your head tilted up to see atsumu in the doorway, kicking off his shoes with a sigh. not an extra loud one like usual, which didn’t instantly tip you off. still, your lips pulled in the brightest grin possible.

“welcome back tsumu! i missed you,” you beamed with a giggle. but all you were met with was a dismissive hum from atsumu. frowning you watched him set his volleyball bag on the table and head out to shower. okay. guess he was having a bad day today. nothing atsumu miya’s loving girlfriend couldn’t fix! pulling out your phone you ordered his favorite from his favorite takeout restaurant, waiting for him to finish showering. your knee bounced in impatience, but that all changed once atsumu emerged from his shower, drying his hair with no shirt and gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “hey! i ordered your favorite, i figured you could use it. you look like you’ve had a rough day.” you smiled softly. all atsumu did was nod.

“thanks,” was his curt reply. now you were a mix of hurt and confused and upset. what did you do? why was he being so distant? was it because you forgot to text him the picture of the dog you saw during your break? or the fact that you forgot to cook the asparagus he wanted before it went bad? what was wrong with your boyfriend. he went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. pouting you followed behind him, poking his side enough to annoy him enough to look over at you.

“okay atsumu miya. what’s wrong with you?” you demanded, arms crossing under your chest, cheeks puffed up. “usually you walk into this apartment and talk my ear off about anything and everything that happened at practice and today i’m met with absolute radio silence? what’s with that?” atsumu’s brow quivered and he turned to you with dark eyes.

“sorry that ‘m annoyin and wanna fix my behavior so ya don’t fuckin’ leave me,” atsumu spat, returning to his water glass. your expression fell and you felt your heart sink.

“what?” was your broken reply. and of course atsumu didn’t respond. “tsumu talk to me please, what’s gotten into you?”

“omi called me annoyin’ today, which ain’t unusual, but he said if i didn’t get my act together ye’d leave me,” atsumu shifted awkwardly, staring at his reflection in the water. you frowned and placed your hands gently on atsumu’s hips, staring up at him.

“honey, no, i’d never leave you,” you cooed. “yeah you’re loud and obnoxious-”

“not helpin’ y/n.”

“but that’s part of your charm. you always manage to have something to say and i’m always here to listen. you never make things boring. and i love that about you. i love hearing how excited you get when you talk about your day, or the frustrated lilt in your tone when you complain about people not hitting your sets.”

“because my sets are perfect!” he spoke up, voice louder than it had been all day and had an offended squeak at the end of it.

“there’s my tsumu,” you sighed sweetly. “there’s my sweet baby. kiyoomi’s full of it. i’d never leave you for something as trivial about how much you talk. now cmon. how about we have dinner and you can tell me about your day, hm?” atsumu’s eyes were bright and he nodded like a sweet golden retriever.

“and then bo-kun kept missing my sets. my sets! then he got all mopey and pouty ‘bout it and i was like dude get a grip,” atsumu rolled his eyes around a mouth full of food, causing you to giggle. “he got his shit together eventually but damn it was so annoying. and don’t get me started on omi omi...” sighing sweetly you couldn’t help but stare at your over excitable boyfriend. listening to him ramble about his day was the best part about him coming home.

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idy-ll-ique · 4 years ago

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Hot Chocolate.

Pairing: Chris Evans X F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Summary: Chris Evans has seen this woman a couple of times before. Turns out, she's a good friend of Scott's, and the two brothers are supposed to meet at the park that day.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! A lot happens in this fic and I hope it makes sense... Enjoy!

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Chris paused in his tracks when he saw her. He had seen her around a handful of times. She was standing between two groups of men, scolding both the groups as the men hung their heads low in shame. "Now can we all apologize to each other and play nicely?" she huffed, placing a hand on her hips. "Yes Y/N," they drawled, the groups united and they began playing their game again— dodgeball.

A smile bloomed on Chris' face. She was the mother of the group. Every friend circle had a mother hen, and that was… Y/N, they said? She was the only girl in the group of 7, but just as badass as all the boys. "Chris, Chris!" He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see his brother, Scott, running towards him. "Hey man." The two men hugged and Scott glanced around.

His eyes lit up when he saw Y/N. "Y/N/N!" At the loud yell, Chris' eyes went wide as Y/N looked over at them, her lips forming a smile so beautiful that Chris was rendered speechless. "Scott!" she exclaimed happily, running towards them. Unfortunately, she happened to trip over a small rock and stumbled forward, landing on her front with an 'oof' and a groan.

Scott simply laughed as Chris ran forward, terrified. He helped her up, offering her his arm. She clutched it when her head started spinning. "Still as clumsy as ever," Chris' brother snorted and Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. "Still as immature as ever. Be more like your brother, dude, he helps." The tip of Chris' ears turned pink as Scott rolled his eyes.

"Mind introducing me to your friend?" Chris spoke as Y/N dusted the front of her t-shirt. "Right, this is Y/N Y/L/N, a very good friend of mine. Y/N—" She cut him off by waving her arm in dismissal. "Who doesn't know Chris Evans? It's very nice to meet you, sir." Chris grinned at her. "Chris will do just fine, darling." Scott huffed at the nickname.

"That's my best friend, douche."

"And what about it?" Chris countered, turning to Y/N with a worried look when she groaned. "What happened?" he asked. "I skinned my knee and ruined my pants." The three of them turned to look at Y/N's legs; her pants were torn on the left knee and blood was seeping into the pants through the wound. "That's not a skinned knee, that's a whole wound!" Scott yelled.

"Well, now I know why it hurts so much," she laughed in defeat, leaning on Chris. "My house is nearby, why don't we go there? Get you cleaned up," Chris offered. "Boys!" Her group of friends turned to them. "I'm going with Scott!" They shouted their goodbyes to Y/N and hellos to Scott, getting back to their game. "You know the guys, too?" Chris asked his brother.

"Yeah, man, as if I'm going to let her hang out with just any group of men. Let's go to your place, can't wait to see Dodger again," Scott grinned. The three of them left the park, Y/N doing her best not to fully lean against the handsome man who was almost carrying her at this point. She had had a crush on Chris Evans ever since she became friends with Scott; that was almost 10 years ago.

Imagine holding onto a crush for that long.

How did Chris not know her if she was such good friends with Scott? That will forever remain a mystery, he thought.

"So, Y/N, what do you do?" Chris asked her to take her mind off the wound that was now starting to throb badly. "Last year PhD student," she answered, hissing. "Nice, nice. Which subject are you getting your PhD in?" he smiled. "Law. I love A Starting Point, I never miss an episode." She looked up at him, giving him a small grin. "That means a lot, thanks."

"If this is your version of flirting, change it. It's very boring."

Scott snickered as Chris and Y/N both gave him glares. Soon, they reached Chris' house and Chris opened the door. Dodger was asleep in the sitting room and Scott immediately ran over to the dog, petting him. Chris, meanwhile, took Y/N to the bathroom. "Take a bath, you have mud all over you. I'll keep clean clothes outside." She let go of Chris' arm and he immediately wished she hadn't done that.

"Oh, but uh… your clothes…" she stammered, blushing furiously. Chris rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. "Don't worry, I'll find something that fits. I'll also keep a towel outside." She nodded and closed the door when he left. Chris went to the stairs only to see Scott standing at the bottom of the stairs, his hands on his hips. "What do you want?" Chris sighed.

"Ask her out, please!" the younger man groaned as Chris went to the guest bedroom, taking out the towel kept in the cupboard in the room. "It's not that easy," Chris muttered, walking to his room. Scott followed him. "Why not? You were blushing so much when I introduced you to her," Scott pouted. "She is gorgeous, I agree but— but what makes you think she'll wanna go out with me?" Chris startled when Scott burst out laughing.

"That woman has had the biggest crush on you ever since the first Captain America movie came out, okay? There's no way she is going to say no to you. I have to warn you, though, if you ever break up, I'm breaking your kneecaps." Chris gave his brother a shove, but a smile bloomed on his face when he went downstairs, a towel, a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts in his hands.

"Y/N?" he called out, knocking on the door. "Just leave the clothes outside, I'll get them!" She called out from inside. "Do you want anything to drink? Hot chocolate, maybe, tea?" he offered out of the blue, leaning against the door. "Hot chocolate sounds nice, thank you!" He nodded and went to the kitchen. Y/N, when she heard his footsteps echo away, shuddered in pleasure.

Oh my God, was she really going to sit there and have hot chocolate with her crush and his brother, who happened to be her good friend? She quickly got out of the tub, wincing when her knee jolted with pain. Y/N grabbed the towel and dried herself off, careful about avoiding the wound which had not stopped bleeding.

She put on her bra and panties, flushing when she realized that the t-shirt Chris gave her was slightly see-through. She put it on anyway, also wearing the shorts. "Um, Scott?" she called out upon walking out of the bathroom. "Yes, babe?" he yelled from the sitting room and she walked outside, sitting next to him. "Did you not clean your wound?" Scott sighed when he saw her knee.

"It won't stop bleeding, I think I have to bandage it," she groaned, leaning back on the couch. "Should I help with that?" Both Scott and Y/N turned to see Chris standing there, holding three mugs of hot chocolate. Y/N's breath hitched, he wanted to clean her wound? "That would be amazing!" Scott agreed with a proud smirk. Chris rolled his eyes at his brother and kept his mug down.

"I'll bring the first aid kit."

"Scott," Y/N hissed as Scott hurriedly finished his hot chocolate, slamming the mug on the table. "I just got an urgent text message, I need to go," he smirked at her. "Shut up," she growled when he got up, ruffling her hair. "Enjoy your date," he crooned, leaving the house before Chris could return with the first aid kit. Y/N simply sat there and clutched her mug, imagining it was Scott's neck instead.

"Where did Scott go?"

Chris blinked when he walked back into the sitting room. "He got an urgent text, he had to go." Chris saw right through the lie. "That bastard," he grunted under his breath but Y/N heard and giggled. "Language," she chided jokingly and he grinned at her, sitting on the floor in front of her. "Why did it not stop bleeding?" he asked as he carefully cleaned the wound.

Y/N moaned in pain when the ball of cotton dipped in antiseptic came in contact with her knee. "I don't know," she muttered, a tear leaking out of her left eye as he continued wiping the blood away. "Aw hey, don't cry, it'll be fine," he whispered softly, leaning up to flick the tears away when he heard a sniffle. "Yeah I know, sorry…" He shook his head as he tied a bandage to her knee.

"Don't apologize, I know it hurts. You gotta be brave, though." She nodded when he stood up, keeping the first aid kit away. He washed his hands and came back to examine his work. A spot of blood was visible on the bandage. "Feeling better?" he smiled at her, sitting next to her with his own mug of hot chocolate. He took a sip; it had gotten a bit cold but he could manage.

"A lot. Thank you so much, Chris, you're awesome."

"All my pleasure, darling. Wanna watch a movie?"

She shrugged and he switched the TV on. Y/N kept her empty mug on the table as he flipped through the channels, stopping when he saw that Mr and Mrs Smith was playing on one of them. "How about this one?" Y/N nodded and leaned back against the couch, smiling to herself when Chris rested his hand against the backrest, almost dropping his arm around her shoulders.

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Y/N's eyes started drooping with sleep half an hour into the movie, the bath, the hot chocolate and the 2 hours of exercise in the park finally catching up to her. "Sleepy?" Chris chuckled softly when she yawned, rubbing her eyes. "I should probably get going or I'll fall asleep right here," she laughed, turning to get up but Chris grabbed her hand. "Sleep here, I'll wake you up in a few hours," he insisted.

Y/N bit her lip in apprehension. "You shouldn't walk, not when your knee is like that," Chris tried again, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth when he saw Y/N's expression. "Okay, fine." Chris smiled hugely when she relaxed against the couch. She yelped when he brought her closer to him, making her rest her head on his chest while he put an arm around her shoulders.

"I got you, sleep." Y/N snuggled further into his comfortable arms, not believing this was happening but not wanting to ruin the moment. Chris switched off the television, taking his phone out as he rubbed her back with his left hand, lulling her to sleep. When she finally fell asleep his hand rested against her hip, holding her to him. He opened the messaging app, rolling his eyes when he saw messages from Scott.

Did you two kiss??????

Chris smirked to himself, took a quick selfie of him holding Y/N in his arms, and sent it to Scott. The man replied within seconds.

OMG

I'm warning you again

If you break her heart

I'm breaking your kneecaps

You're breaking my kneecaps

Yeah I know that

Don't worry I'm not going to break her heart I promise

Good

Gtg fr this time bye

Bye

Chris kept his phone away for a moment as he adjusted himself; getting comfortable while also making sure Y/N was comfortable. Then he picked up his phone again, opening Instagram as his arms went around Y/N's waist.

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"Mm!"

Y/N stretched her arms above her head as she opened her eyes, blinking when she realized Chris was not next to her. "Chris?" she called out, sitting up. No response. She couldn't even hear Dodger's bark. Where was he? She stood up and waddled all over the place, yelling Chris' name. Finally sure he wasn't at home, she groaned and plopped down on the couch.

She was alone at Chris Evans' house.

"Damn it," she muttered, suddenly spotting the three mugs that were still on the table. Well, Chris had shown her such wonderful hospitality, she should only return the favor, right? Smiling, she got up and grabbed the mugs, taking them to the kitchen. She laughed when she saw a mountain of dishes still in the sink; she was lazy when it came to doing dishes, too.

Taking out her phone and playing songs, she kept her phone on the kitchen counter and started washing the dishes. It was the least she could do for him after he let her stay at his place for— she checked the time; almost 5 hours. She had been here for almost 5 hours now.

"Dodge, come on bud, time to go home!" Chris shouted and Dodger came running over, leaping into Chris' arms. The man laughed and they walked back to his house. When they entered, though, Chris was a bit surprised; he could hear songs playing in the kitchen and the unmistakable sound of water running. Quietly tiptoeing into the sitting room, he peeked into the kitchen and saw Y/N.

He gulped; the sight of her wearing his clothes, standing in his kitchen doing the dishes for him was something else. She was singing along to the songs, not at all aware of his presence. "Y/N." She yelped and almost dropped the plate she was holding, turning to look at Chris. "You scared me!" she laughed, giving him a huge smile.

Unable to help himself, he strode forward, took her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers.

Y/N kissed him back, wide-eyed. "What was that for?" she whispered when he pulled away, panting. "You didn't have to," he spoke instead, running his thumb across her bottom lip. "It's the least I could do," she chuckled when he took the sponge out of her hand, keeping it to the side. He easily picked her up and set her down on the counter, reconnecting their lips.

"God, you're so awesome. Please stay for dinner," he pleaded after their 15 minute make out session got over. "Okay, I will," Y/N giggled, putting her arms around his shoulders. He carried her out of the kitchen and they sat down on the couch, Chris holding her on his lap. "Where were you? You took Dodger for a walk?" Y/N asked him as Dodger sat near the table, closing his eyes.

"I did, yeah. I also filmed another episode of ASP, you were out cold for a long time," he laughed. "I know, I haven't been getting enough sleep lately, this must've been the breaking point. Thanks for not waking me up." He gave her a kiss on the forehead, smiling. "Of course, darling."

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alpineglowx · 3 years ago

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Lagom | Pedro Pascal x Reader

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.5K

Warnings: Just fluff and some mild angst! One bed trope kind of??

Summary: Three months have flown by since you've been able to see your beloved Pedro in person, thanks to quarantine. Facetime and phone calls have never been the same as actually seeing him in person, but a surprise calls warrants more than a bit of excitement.

A/N: Lagom: not too much, not too little. just right.

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Your phone buzzed in your pocket, sending you jolting forward. The waiter who had just brought your coffee blinked at you warmly before you shot him a small shrug.

“Sorry,” you murmured as you fished your phone from your pocket. “Just a phone call.”

You said a small thank you for the drink before quickly making your way back to your car, just as your eyes came in sight of who was calling.

“Mi amor” read the name in large white text, accompanied by a goofy picture of your boyfriend, his glasses twisted on his nose as you kissed his cheek. The picture had been taken months earlier, before quarantine had even begun and split you two apart. Life had been normal, practically perfect before... Now you were just trying to pick up the pieces.

You hesitated with your finger hovering over the phone before you finally answered, plopping down in the driver's seat of your car. It was quiet on the other end, but you couldn’t force yourself to speak first, not with the way your lip was trembling.

Pedro finally spoke. “Babe?”

Tears burst in your eyes, warmth growing in your face as you dug your fingers into your shirt sleeve.

“Hi,” you croaked, running a hand through your hair. When had you last spoken, a day, a week? You couldn’t remember exactly. The time spent apart had been long, that, you were sure of.

You had been apart when quarantine was first implemented, states away while Pedro had been filming for The Mandalorian. The strict rules had made it virtually impossible to see each other, the ones in your state and his. Hours were spent talking, sharing meals, and falling asleep together over the phone and FaceTime. It wasn’t the same, and it didn’t help ease the pain you felt when you were still so far away.

It had been three months since you had last seen him in person. Three months since you smelled him and felt his secure arms as he gave you the best hugs, three months without kissing him or holding him or just being with him. You had wanted to make it work, you made that clear to him. And he had wanted it to, to your greatest relief.

But it was difficult regardless.

“You doing alright?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you managed. “Everything going okay over there?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s alright,” Pedro said. “I was able to see my dad last night. He was able to come over and we got dinner.”

You beamed; you just wished he could see. “Oh, honey, that’s great. I’m really happy for you. How did it go? You guys make anything?”

“Ah, you know, the typical stuff. It was good though... I needed it.”

“I know,” you said, sitting back against the headrest. “... Pedro?”

“Yes, mi amor?”

Your lip trembled again just as tears fell down your cheeks, and you inhaled heavily. “I just miss you so much.”

“I... I actually wanted to talk to you about that.”

Your heart suddenly thundered in your chest. “Um, okay... I didn’t do anything, did I? You’re not breaking up with me?”

Pedro laughed on the other end, lifting your spirits. “Are you kidding me? No! Honestly, you’ve been so great. More than great, like... Gosh, you know what I mean.”

“Damn, Pedro, you’re making me blush,” you giggled, wiping tears away. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I’m coming home.”

You shot up in your seat, clutching the armrest. “What? Are-are you actually serious?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Pedro, if you’re just joking with me, I swear-“

“I’m not, I’m not!” Pedro exclaimed, and he sounded genuine. “Really, love, I’m coming back. I’m coming to see you.”

Hand over your beating heart, you pressed your back into the seat. “When?”

“I’m just getting to the airport. I should see you in what, six, seven hours? Don’t come though... just wait at your place.”

“Okay,” you say, blushing and twisting your feet together in pure excitement. “I’ll see you soon, I guess.”

“Sooner that than, mi amor.”

. . . .

Hours ticked by, slower and slower until the clock finally struck 8, the time Pedro was supposed to show up. You had bit your nails raw, the ends of your hair still drying from your shower as you paced the foyer. He would be here any minute, with his sweet brown eyes and flirty grin and goofy disposition.

And suddenly...

The doorbell.

You raced forward, swinging it open so hard you could almost hear the crack of the wood breaking.

Pedro stood there, in his classic Fraggle Rock hoodie and jeans, his hair looking a little mussed, his brown eyes tired. But beautiful, he looked as beautiful as the first day you had met.

You couldn’t even move, couldn’t find the strength to form any words before he was suddenly sweeping towards you, his bags dropping and his arms coming to wrap around you. Breathless, you sank into him with a heavy sob, returning the hug as he moved to cup your head with one hand. You latched your arms around his neck as he released a sob of his own, his knees knocking into your legs as he tried to balance properly. You didn’t care if you fell, not even if it hurt. All you cared about was that Pedro was back in your arms after three long months. You could feel the way he was breathing heavily into your hair, setting your skin on fire.

“Is this real?” He breathed, a hand running up and down your spine.

“Gosh, I hope so,” you whispered before leaning back, taking his face in both of your hands to tug him down for a fierce kiss. He reciprocated immediately, fingers digging into your waist before sliding up to hug you around your neck. You could feel his mustache, the slight stubble on his chin even, rubbing on your own skin. You half-moaned, half-sobbed on his lips, too overcome with everything happening at once. He pulled away just to nuzzle into your neck, kicking the door closed behind him.

“Pedro, your bags,” you laughed, wiping at tears with your free hand.

“Oh!” Pedro exclaimed, quickly breaking away to retrieve his things from the porch. You laughed, hand on your chin as you watched him struggle before taking one of his bags in your hand, lugging it into the foyer. After he had set them down, he stood straight up again, dusting his hands on his jeans. His eyes flickered to yours hesitantly, as if he were shy. You cocked a brow, half-smiling at his strange expression.

“What?” You questioned.

His gaze traveled down to your neck and back up again. “It’s been a long time... I don’t really know what to say.”

You exhaled heavily. “Me either... How are you? How was the flight?”

He shrugged lightly. “The usual. A bit exhausting,” he said with a small eye roll, and his thumb rubbed your cheek. “But I’m better now.”

You blushed, brushing your knuckles against his hand. “Do you- do you want something to drink? Coffee, water?”

A slow smile grew on Pedro’s face, and he leaned forward, taking your hand. “Sure.”

Hand warm in his, you dragged him to the kitchen, letting him free as you dug through your cabinet, fishing out a glass. You had just turned around, nearly bumping into his chest and dropping the glass before his hand wrapped securely around the cup. He smiled widely, brown eyes warm.

“I got it, babe,” he said, taking the glass from your shaking hands and placing it on the counter behind him. His eyes glowed with something curious, something sneaky.

“What are you up to?” You asked, cocking a brow. You hadn’t seen him in three months; you wouldn’t be surprised if he kept you at an arm’s reach for the rest of the day, mouth on yours and hands tangled in your hair.

He stepped forward, making you back up until your lower back brushed the tip of the counter behind you. His hand found the lip of the granite, just resting beside your hips as he moved closer, a smirk on his lips. It had been three months of missing him, of having him this close, and it was sending fireworks up your veins.

“Pedro?” You giggled, drawing your fingers up his forearms. Goosebumps grew under your palms, raising them to grip his triceps. He felt stronger, more muscular than when he had left.

“Hm,” you mumbled. “They’re really putting you to work on that set, aren’t they?”

Something dark flashed in his eyes, and he bent forward, nose brushing against your chin as he nibbled at your skin, making you blush. He seemed hesitant, still shy, as his eyes flickered back to yours as if silently asking permission. Having him so close, his eyes inches from yours, his sweet face and even sweeter soul just within reach, made sudden tears spring to your eyes. He noticed immediately, his brows creasing as he pulled away, letting you free from his embrace against the counter.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Pedro asked, worry laced in his tone. “Are you alright?” His hand came up to your face, gently pushing your hair back behind your ear.

You swallowed hard, moving so you could touch his face, marveling at how he looked at you in pure awe.

“I just... I missed you so much,” you admitted through tears. “And I can’t believe you’re actually here, after all the craziness that’s been going on... This world is so crazy right now, love. I was so worried about not seeing you again and just imagining the rest of the year without you-“

You started to run over your words, shaky hands combing through your hair just before you noticed Pedro going to grab you wrists.

“Hey, hey, calm down, mi amor,” he said softly, turning your face to his. “I’m here, okay?”

“Everything’s so different now,” you sniffled.

“What? This-this isn’t different. We still have each other. I still care about you. I still want to be with you, babe.”

You heart soared. “I love you so much.”

His eyes practically sparkled. “I love you, too.”

Grinning softly, you leaned forward, pulling his face to yours so you could press your lips to his. You felt his shoulders sag, how he practically melted into you, letting out a pleased sigh as you kissed him. Only two seconds later his hands found your back, gently wrapping around your waist until pulling you flush to his chest. His facial hair, slightly ragged from not shaving from a few days, scratched against your chin as he tilted his head, kissing you deeper. When he pulled away, his eyes were soft, his skin flushed a light pink. You smiled widely, running your thumbs over his cheekbones, perfectly happy.

“How long are you here for?” You asked.

A soft kiss on your nose. “As long as you need me.”

Your brows creased. “What? What about shooting?”

“Finished up last week, they won’t need me back for a couple of months... I was actually wondering if...”

“... Yes?”

His fingers gently trailed down to your wrist, thumb spinning in small circles. “If I could crash here for a while? If-if you’ll have me, that is. I don’t want to intrude or anything-”

You answered him by pulling gently on the strings of his hoodie, tugging him forward for a slow, passionate kiss, one that left your legs trembling when he reciprocated.

“So... Is that a yes?” He whispered against your mouth, nipping teasingly at your lower lip.

You winked slyly. “Sure... Why not. I’ve missed you anyway. I guess I can put up with you for a while.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, drawing away from you. “Come on, let’s go sit down. I want to hear about your day.”

Everytime he had said those words to you in the past three months had been over the phone. So you gladly let him pull you into the living room, plopping down on the couch beside him. You swung you legs over his, shoulder pressing into the back of the couch as you held his hand in yours.

You talked for hours, catching up and sharing the small moments of the day. Pedro was just as sweet, as flirty and kind as he always had been, asking you about your favorite shows and new daily routine and your favorite memories as a kid. At some point, sleep had tugged at the both of you, but the last thing you remembered was a blanket being drawn over your shoulder.

When you came to, and the house was quiet and the world dark and silent outside, you pushed your head up from the pillow. You were back in your bedroom, draped under your comforter and surrounded by pillows. A single lamp was on on the opposite side of the bed, but when you pushed yourself up, Pedro was nowhere to be found.

Panic pricked at your heart, and you shoved the blankets off your legs, making your way down the hall into the kitchen.

“Pedro?” You called softly, peeking around the corner to the living room.

Pedro was stretched out on the couch, tangled under a blanket and lying on his stomach. He was obviously asleep, eyelashes kissing his cheeks as he breathed softly. Seeing him like this, asleep, was one of your favorite things. He was calm, and gentle, not worrying about the events of the day or of the problems affecting his family or you. For mere moments, he was perfectly at peace. And your heart swelled to know he hadn’t left.

Moving slowly, you padded into the living room, coming to kneel beside him on the floor. In the dim light, you pulled back the blanket on Pedro’s face just as he stirred, blinking up at you groggily.

“Hi,” you whispered, unable to keep the smile off your face.

He blinked a few times before realizing it was you, and his pupils dilated even more in the dim light. “Hey, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you said. “I... I thought you had left.”

His eyebrows creased slightly. “Why would you think that?”

“You weren’t in the bedroom.”

He swallowed hard. “I-I was just... Keeping our boundaries, I guess.”

You leaned back, sudden thankfulness washing over you. “Can I... Can I sleep here, too?” You asked, a shy tone creeping into your voice. “If that’s okay?”

His eyes flickered across your face for mere moments before he nodded, pulling the blanket open. You kissed his temple gently as you curled in beside him, curling your hands into his chest, making sure you were both covered by the blanket.

“Thank you,” you whispered, and felt his cheeks lift in a smile. Head tucked under his chin, one arm over your side, you closed your eyes again. Pedro breathed quietly above you, his heart beat soft against your ear. His hand moved gently up and down your back, fingers pressing into your spine.

“Love?” He said softly.

“Yes?”

“I would never leave you.”

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loove-persevering · 5 years ago

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I Know You (JJ x Reader)

Description: [Request] Hi! I was wondering if you could do a jj imagine where you’re in an argument and he raises his hand and you flinch bc you think he’s gonna hit you, and it makes him tear up.

I LOVEEE writing for JJ! Hope you all enjoy!

JJ was a force to be messed with, that was just a quick way of how to describe him. He would always stick up for his friends in a time of need no matter the cost on his behalf. So when you were at work bussing tables you knew that JJ and the rest of your friends had headed down to a party at the beach. Of course you wanted to come with but you had to earn some cash for a car so you didn’t have to bike everywhere.

When you finally got off on your break you had multiple text from people claiming your boyfriend was batshit crazy. Confused you kept reading through them when you finally found one about how he had first held Topper at gun point and then shot it off multiple times. Even though you were pissed you went back to work finishing off your shift, now you were on your bike heading to John B’s house knowing that is exactly where JJ would be hiding out now.

When you pull onto the dirt road finally seeing the lights on in the house and the van parked off to the side you knew that he was here. You jump off your bike letting it fall to the ground making your way inside, you don’t even bother knocking at this point. ‘’Hello?’’ You say when you walk in not seeing them in the living room. ‘’JJ?’’ You call out. ‘’John B?’’

You sigh walking through every room of the house and not finding them anywhere opening every door hoping to find your boyfriend. The last place you could check was out back on the small dock, so you make your way out pushing against the screen door and heading out back. When you finally found the four of them huddled around back you saw them all breath a sigh of relief when they notice it was you, more than likely expecting the cops.

‘‘Expecting someone else?’‘ You ask staring straight at JJ. They all shake their head no, ‘’Cops maybe?’’ You ask.

‘‘What did you hear?’‘ Pope asks his head falling against his hands resting them on his knees.

‘‘Just that my boyfriend held someone at gun point tonight,’‘ You say simply and JJ groans turning around on his heels, ‘‘And that he shot the gun off multiple times!’‘ You yell out making sure he heard you.

‘‘It was twice,’‘ He says turning back around.

‘‘Twice?’‘ You say crossing your arm, ‘‘That’s not too bad I guess.’‘ When you look up JJ was looking at you shocked, ‘‘Oh wait, it actually is bad because you aren’t suppose to have a gun in the first place!’‘ You yell at him. ‘’I mean what the hell JJ, a gun? Where did you even get it?’’ You ask him.

You hear a whistle and glance over seeing John B standing up from where he was sitting, ‘’Think we should give the two love birds some time alone,’’ He says patting his knees with his hands. ‘’Let’s go,’’ He mouths to Kie and Pope. They all look at you on the way out but your gaze stays on JJ who was completely avoiding yours.

‘‘Can you just-’‘ You pause holding your hand to your head, ‘‘Can you just explain what you were thinking?’‘ You ask him. ‘‘Where did you even get a gun?’’

‘‘I found it,’‘ He says shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. You glance at him knowing there was more to the story than just that. He groans his head falling back looking up to the sky, ‘’John B and me we found a key to this hotel room and-’’

‘’You broke in?’’ You yell completely taken back.

He scrunches up his face, ‘’I mean we had a key,’’ He says simply. You could already tell this story was going to be too much to handle, ‘’We found the key and we went to tell the guy about his boat-’’

‘’His boat? What about his boat?’’ You ask. He sighs, ‘’Just start from the beginning.’’

‘’We were out on the water today and we found a sunken boat, John B went down and found a key.’’ He begins. ‘’We decided to go to that hotel to check it out and it was empty and we found a bunch of cash and the gun and the cops came and so we had to hide.’’ He tells you, your eyes widening at the mention of the cops. ‘’Hold on-’’ He says holding up his finger to you, ‘’Before you say anything, they took money themselves too, I don’t know anything about why they were there!’’ He says.

You walk over sitting down in the chair next to the fire, ‘’What happened at the beach?’’ You ask him trying to stay calm.

‘’Topper was being a dick to John B and we just offered sara a drink, and Topper started drowning him talking about his dad,’’ He begins to say and you fell a little more sympathetic knowing JJ had only the best intentions to protect his friend. ‘’If I hadn’t I’m not sure what would’ve happened.’’ He says bringing his hands to the front of his body fumbling with his hands.

You stand up walking over to JJ, ‘’You have to go turn the gun in JJ,’’ You sigh.

‘’Why?’’ He asks sounding slightly offended.

‘’Why? Because JJ! If cops were there, it must be a crime scene or something!’’ You explain to him. ‘’If they find out you were there and took a gun-’’ You start off but JJ’s facial expression says something else, ‘’You did only take a gun right?’’ You ask.

‘’Some cash too,’’ He says shyly.

‘‘Dammit JJ!’‘ You groan, ‘‘What is wrong with you? Why would you tamper with something like that?’‘ You ask him. ‘‘You could go to jail- you all could!’‘ You tell him.

‘’You don’t think I know that!’’ He says his voice growing louder. He laughs in disbelief kicking a rock out of the way.

‘‘You held a guy at gun point tonight JJ, a kook to be exact! You don’t think that anythings going to come of that?’‘ You ask him. ‘‘I know Topper is a dick but-’‘

‘‘He was drowning John B!’‘ He yells. ‘‘Drowning him-’‘ He yells waving his arms in the air gesturing to inside the house, ‘‘The things he was saying, the way he was holding him-’‘ He tells you.

‘‘You couldn’t knock him down? Pull him off? You had to hold a gun to his head? There was no other option?’‘ You ask.

He groans again taking a step forward, it happened so quickly you felt yourself flinch thinking his hand was going to hit you when he was waving it around, ‘’He was drowning-’’ He was in the middle of saying but stopped when he saw your face.

‘‘What?’‘ You ask him confused as to why he stopped talking.

You see him bite his bottom lip and he takes his hat off running his hand through his hair before putting it back on, his hands resting behind his neck. ‘’You thought-’’ He pauses and you can hear his voice break slightly, ‘’You think I was going to hit you?’’ He asks.

‘‘I just- Your hand was waving around,’‘ You explain to him standing completely still watching him in slight distress.

‘‘I would never-’‘ He begins to say but loses his words, he raises his hand pointing at you then his hand falls back against his leg, ‘‘I would never hit you,’‘ He says breathlessly.

You stare at him in shock, ‘’I know that,’’ You say softly unsure of how to handle what was happening.

‘‘Never Y/N, I would never,’‘ He repeats.

‘‘JJ I know that-’‘ You begin to say.

‘‘Then why would you flinch?’‘ He asks you shaking his head not meeting your eye, ‘‘I mean just why would you flinch like that?’‘ You could see the tears begin to form in his eyes as he finally made eye contact with you. You walk over to him trying to grab ahold of his hand but he jerks it away.

‘‘JJ,’‘ You say cautiously. He looks away from you his expression hard and cold, you slowly put your hand across his cheek and then the other so you were caressing his face. You pull on it ever so lightly so he was looking at you, his eyes were filled with tears a sorrowful expression on his face, ‘‘Look at me please,’‘ You whisper to him. ‘’I know you would never hit me,’’ You tell him staring straight into his eyes, ‘’I know you JJ, I know you would never.’’

He sniffles slightly and you reach up wiping a tear that had fallen from his eye, ‘’You flinched,’’ He says his voice undercut with broken up bits as if he couldn’t catch his breath from his heavy breathing.

‘‘You were waving your hands around, I didn’t think it would be intentional.’‘ You explain to him. You were still holding his face his hands were at his sides almost as if he was afraid to touch you, like he was scared if he did you would pull away. You take your hands away from his cheeks and grab his hands bringing them together behind your back so he was holding you, then you wrap your arms back around his neck staring back at him. He looked so fragile in this moment, as if he was broken by the fact you thought it was a possibility he would actually hit. you. ‘‘I know you JJ, better than I’ve known anyone in my life.’‘ You explain to him. ‘‘Your stubborn, a little impulsive, a little wild at times,’‘ You start off listing qualities about him, ‘‘But you’re also protective of the things you love, someone who gives everything with their whole heart, and someone I know could never ever hurt me, ever.’‘

He stays silent for a minute just staring at you, his expression wasn’t easily readable and you had no idea what was going on in his head. ‘’Can you stay here tonight?’’ He asks barely above a whisper.

‘‘Of course,’‘ You say finally pulling him in for a hug. You pull on him so he moves forward into the hug and he doesn’t really hug you back for the first few seconds. Finally you feel him sink into the hug pulling you against him tightly as he lets out a deep breath that he had seemed to be holding.

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A/N: I loveee writing for JJ this might be my favorite thing I’ve written yet;’) JJ is such an interesting character I’m excited to write more for him! If you have a request they’re open!

Thank you for reading!

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waitimcomingtoo · 5 years ago

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Cherry Wine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peters new girlfriend isn’t what she seems

WARNING: domestic abuse

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Lorina Dodson.

Peters girlfriend of two months now. You and Ned didn’t think they’d last more than a week but they had somehow managed to surpass all expectations.

You tried to be happy for Peter, but you just could my figure out what he saw in her. She was rude, volatile , and had a mean streak to her. It took all your will power not to get down on your knees and beg Peter to break up with her. Not even because you were in love with him, which was Ned’s running theory, but because he wasn’t happy. You weren’t blind to the look he got on his face when she came around. Not to mention that he came back from hanging out with her looking sadder and more worn down than before. Peter didn’t like to talk about his relationship much and you didn’t understand until one night when he came to your room for patching up.

“They got you pretty good tonight, didn’t they?” You chuckled softly as you dabbed hydrogen peroxide on Peters busted lip. He had come to you for repairs before since he lived across the street and you were usually able to joke around about how neat up he had gotten. Tonight, the misty look in his eyes told you he wasn’t in the mood for joking.

“Something like that.” Peter smiled sadly, winching a little when you blew on his cut.

“Sorry.” You spoke softly and looked in his eyes. You could see the redness surrounding his eyelids and put your supplies down. “What happened tonight?”

“I got my confidence shaken pretty badly.” Peter shrugged and refused to meet your eyes.

“Maybe you should tell Lorina about your double life.” You suggested. “I can always patch you up but I can’t exactly kiss it better.”

As much as you disliked his girlfriend, and the fact that he had a girlfriend in the first place, you knew there were some things only a girlfriend could fix. You couldn’t take Peter into your arms and comfort him the way she could. Peter shook his head and looked up at you with tears in his eyes.

“I don’t think I’m where I’m supposed to be.” His voice cracked and you immediately wrapped your arms around him. You held him against your tummy and stroked his hair to soothe him.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“She won’t let me be.” He cried and buried his face in your shirt.

“Lorina?”

“We fight all the time.” He sniffled. “I feel like I can’t grow as long as I’m with her. She’s keeping me in one place and I don’t want to be there anymore.”

“Can’t you just break up with her?” You thought the solution was obvious.

“I tried but,” he shrugged in misery, “she said I was all she had. She started freaking out and saying she-“

“Shhh.” You cut him off when you saw how worked up he was getting. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“That’s not even that half of it.” He whimpered and your face twisted in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You wondered.

“I can’t tell you.” He began to cry again. “I’m sorry.”

You looked out your window, deep in thought as you comforted Peter. Something about his relationship wasn’t right but you didn’t want to push him for information when he was already upset. You let him lay down on your bed and rubbed his back until he fell asleep. Sleep was a stranger to you that night as you laid awake, wondering what Lorina had done to make him that upset.

“Ugh! Peter totally bailed on me again.” Lorina’s voice snapped you out of your daydream of that night with Peter. “How many times he can forget he has a science project due the next day?”

You gave her a fake smile and cursed Peter briefly for leaving you alone with her. You knew he had to run off on an unexpected Spider-Man escapade, but Lorina didn’t know that.

Or need to know.

“Thats Peter for you. You’re gonna have to get used to that.” You told her with false sympathy and began to walk towards your apartment.

“Whatever.” She grumbled and eyed you’re for a moment. “What about you? Do you want to hang out?”

You stopped in your tracks and shut your eyes tightly as she asked exactly what you didn’t want her to ask.

“Oh, that’s okay.” You turned around and gave her a tight smile.

“No, I think we should.” She was blind to your indifference. “Peter wants us to be friends, anyway.”

“Sure. Why not?” You reluctantly agreed and followed her in the opposite direction. She began to describe a fight she got into with a teacher while you half listened. The more time you spent with her, the less you understood what Peter saw in her. When she began to curse out a teacher you always liked, you fully tuned her out. Your attention shifted to a child crying outside of a jewelry store. He was looking around and unattended, giving the impression that he was lost.

“I’ll be right back.” You told Lorina and walked over to the little kid.

“Whatever.” She mumbled, not bothering to look up from her phone as she took a seat outside a bakery.

You jogged across the street and knelt down in front of the little kid.

“Hey, buddy.” You gave him a gentle smile. “Need some help?”

It didn’t take long for him to dial his moms number and tell her where he was. Frankly, you wish it took longer. His mother came back in no time and gave you a grateful smile as she hugged her son. You smiled at the family and went back to Lorina across the street.

“Who was that?” Lorina cocked an eyebrow at the child and his mom who were now walking away.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged and sat back down. “He couldn’t find his mom so I let him use my phone.”

“You let a random little kid touch your phone?” She asked in disgust.

“Of course, he was lost.” You said simply. “Plus, I love kids so it didn’t bother me.”

“I hate little kids.” Lorina laughed and sunk back in her chair. “My sister ran over my foot with her bike last year and totally broke like half my toes. I started hitting her and my stupid neighbors called the police. They didn’t even care that she started it.”

You looked to the side to shield your shocked expression and quickly composed yourself.

“Oh, wow.” You squeaked out and cleared your throat. You looked am back at her with hope that she was joining but her face was completely serious.

“It was the literally the stupidest thing.” She rolled her eyes. “I had to go to these like, court ordered anger management classes for a year. Can you believe that?”

“No, I can’t.” You answered honestly. You wondered if Peter knew about her anger issues and feared for him if he did.

“It’s whatever. It was that or jail, so.” She shrugged like normal people had to decided between court ordered classes or jail. You laughed awkwardly and tried to think in excuse to get away from this girl.

“What happened to your sister?” You asked, already anxious for her response.

“She was such a baby about. My dad totally took her side and moved out. I don’t care though. I’m much happier without her.” She scoffed and went back to texting.

“I’m sorry about your dad moving out.” You tried to show sympathy. “Do you miss him?”

“Please.” She laughed at your words. “He hated me ever since I broke my little sisters arm. And that was like, three years ago and he still couldn’t let it go. It was her fault that time too. I told her if she went in my room one more time I was gonna twist her arm and literally the next day I find her in my room.”

“So what happened?”

“I did what I said.” She stated. “I twisted her arm but she was like 6 so it broke and I had to get removed from the house for three days. God, I hate that brat.”

You stared at her in bewilderment but she was too busy texting to notice. You got a sick feeling in your stomach as you thought back to your conversation with Peter. Was this what he meant by not being able to tell you the half of it?

“Does Peter know about this?” You asked quietly, praying he had no idea about her violent streak.

“No. You don’t tell your boyfriend these things. It’s not like he ever talks to me anyway. He’s always hanging out with you.” She gave you the side eye and you didn’t know if you should be relieved just yet. Just because he didn’t know about her past doesn’t mean he hadn’t experienced her present.

“Sorry about that.” You said sheepishly. “You guys hung out last night though, right?”

“Yeah. We had a fight though. But I think I fixed the problem. He’s not gonna mess up again.” She said with a confidence that sent a chill down your spine.

“I’m glad you guys could work it out.” You said with a dry mouth. Your eyes drifted down to her knuckles, which were red and bruised. She saw you staring and pulled her hands into her sleeves so you couldn’t see them anymore. You quickly looked away and pretended not to notice, but you couldn’t get the image out of your mind. Something inside you told you it was time to leave.

“I gotta go.” You stood up abruptly and gave her a fake sad face. “I forgot I have a…science project.” You hoped she wouldn’t pick up on the fact that you and Peter used the same excuse when lying, but her face told you that she did.

“Uh, sure. Go nuts.” She rolled her eyes and you took that as your cue to leave. As soon as you had your back to her, your face twisted in fear. Something was going on that Peter sent telling you about. And if he wasn’t gonna tell you, you were gonna get it out of him.

“How was patrol last night?” You started your plan to get the truth out of Peter off slowly. He was hanging out with you Sunday night since he had been with Lorina Saturday night. He had to work out a schedule early in his relationship to make sure he had time to see both his girls.

He just hated the days that weren’t spent with you.

“I didn’t go out last night.” He told you. “Lorina was feeling a little neglected so I hung out with her. She told me you two hung out the other day, though.”

“Oh yeah. After school.” You thought back to your time with his girlfriend and shuddered. “She’s uh…interesting.”

“I’m glad you guys get along.” He smiled slightly and you caught sight of a forming bruise on the side of his face. You hadn’t noticed it until he turned his face into the light, and now it was all you could see.

“Hey.” You squinted your eyes and took Peters chin between your fingers. “Your eye is bruised.”

“Is it?” He touched it and winced. “Must’ve happened on patrol.”

“I thought you skipped patrol to hang out with Lorina?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh, right.” His face faltered. “I went on patrol after.”

“I didn’t see you on the news.” You tilted your head. You could always count on a Spider-Man sighting on the cover of a magazine the morning after patrol but hadn’t seen one that morning.

“It was a quiet night.” He lied and looked away from you.

“It was a quiet l night but you have a black eye?” You asked and the sick feeling returned to your tummy.

“Haha, yeah.” He scratched the back of his head. “Some guy punched me pretty hard.”

When he moved, his sleeve slid up his arm and you could see deep red scratches on his skin. You took his arm and inspected it closely. You had accidentally stretched yourself enough times to know what caused them.

“These are nail marks.” You looked up at him for answers. Little flakes of red nail polish were still lingering on his skin. Peter pulled his arm away and cradled it.

“She grabbed my arm pretty hard, too.” He said with a flushed face.

“I thought you said it was a guy?” You caught his slip up and Peters eyes widened in a panic. You could see him struggling to get his story straight and it only worried you further.

“It was dark. I couldn’t really tell.” He stammered. You knew Peter well enough to know when he was lying. The alternative to him getting beaten on patrol was almost too much for you to process.

“You’re bruised, Peter. What happened?” You whispered as tears came to your eyes. “I know you weren’t on patrol last night.”

“Yes, I was.” He insisted but you couldn’t believe him. You knew who gave him those bruises.

“You’re lying to me.” You protested. “Since when do you lie to me?”

“I’m not lying. I was on patrol.” He repeated with desperation. His eyes pleaded with you to drop it but you just couldn’t. You coudk the stand by and let it happen.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” You snapped and gently touched his black eye. You rubbed your thumb over the bruise as delicately as you could and thought back to Lorina’s red knuckles. Peter could see the wheels turning in your brain and white hit fear went through him.

“Did she do this?” You whispered and Peter flinched slightly.

“Who?” Peter pretended not to know what you were talking about.

“Lorina.”

Peters face told you everything you needed to know. For a minute, he was a different person. Your typically smart and strong best friend became a pale, submissive shell of a man at the mention of her name. It was like she was in the room with you, solentikg tormenting a defenseless Peter. You could see the fear in his eyes when you said her name and it confirmed your worst nightmare.

She was abusing him.

Peter let out a few shaky breaths as he composed himself before shaking his head.

“What? Are you crazy? Why would my girlfriend hit me?” He licked his dry lips and tried to think of a better excuse.

“For the same reason she had to go to her court ordered anger management classes. She obviously had a problem with violence, Peter.” You began to cry as Peter continued to defend his abuser. You drew your hands away from his face and ran to his bathroom, puking in toilet as the sickness in your stomach finally caught up to you. You wiped your mouth and went back to Peter, who was holding himself like a child trembling. You walked up to him and said nothing, only staring him down until he confessed.

“Lorina would never hit me.” He said quietly and turned away from you. Your blood heated up inside you and he continued to lie his way out of admitting what was really going on.

“Why are you protecting her?” You yelled and Peter wiped around with a rage behind his eyes.

“Because I don’t know what to do!” He screamed and his face contorted in misery as he began to sob. “I don’t know what to do.”

You watched your best friend break down before taking him into your arms. He cried on your shoulder as you stroked his hair, in tears yourself.

“Peter…” You mumbled and pressed a sorrowful kiss to his head. Peters body shook against yours as he let out the tears he had been holding in. He pulled away after a minute and you were able to wipe his tears with your hands.

“How long has this been going on?” You asked gently as you handed him a tissue.

“She smacked me a few weeks into our relationship and she swore it would never happen again.” He sniffled.

“But it did, didn’t it?”

“Almost everyday. She just gets so mad all the time.” His voice cracked and you pulled him into another hug. “It’s never even over something I did. If she got a bad grade or got yelled at by a teacher, she takes it out on me. What did I do wrong?”

You pulled away and held his face between your hands.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You assured him. “People like her don’t need a reason to be violent. They just are. This isn’t your fault.”

“It feels like it is.” He shrugged sadly. “If I was a better boyfriend-“

“Stop that.” You cut him off. “Don’t make excuses for her. She’s an abuser. There is nothing you did or didn’t do that made her hurt you. She would’ve done this regardless.”

“I just feel so stupid.” He whimpered. “She’s always so apologetic after she hits me, and I always forgive her. I keep believing her when she says it won’t happen again, and then it does happen again and I feel like an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot. This is not your fault.” You swore. Peters bottom lip trembled as he searched your face, latching onto you for much needed comfort.

“I don’t know how to handle this.” He shook his head. “There’s no advice for men online. No one thinks we can be the victims too.”

“I’m so sorry, Peter. I believe you.” You pulled him down on the bed and held him close. He rested his head over your heartbeat and let you play with his hair. You couldn’t heal him, but you could remind him how it felt to be loved.

“Thank you.” He mumbled in appreciation as he leaned into your touch. He could already feel himself relaxing with you.

“Has she ever made you bleed?” You wondered as you untangled a knot in his curls.

“It’s rare, but it happened a few times.” He told you. “It’s strange; when it runs into your mouth, it’s almost…sweet.”

You didn’t know what to say, not trusting your voice to be steady if you tried to speak. It killed you that Peter has endured the abuse for so long and you felt almost ashamed for not realizing he needed help sooner.

“I could hurt her.” He said suddenly. “I could hurt her with half the force she uses against me. I know that.”

“But you don’t.”

“And I never would.” He confirmed.

“I’d never expect you too. It takes a big man to have the power you have and not fight back.” You looked down at him from your position. He gave you a sad smile before looking away.

“Then why do I feel so weak?” He asked timidly.

“You’re not weak. Shes just weighing you down.” You shook your head, angry at the thought of her. A silence settled in your room, the only sounds coming from your breathing.

“Why do you stay?” You asked suddenly. You couldn’t understand how a boy as smart as Peter could stay in a relationship that was so obviously toxic.

“There was this study that if you put frogs in boiling water, they’ll jump right out. But if you put a frog in warm water and slowly raise it to a boil, it’ll stay there until it dies. That’s what an abusive relationship is like.” Peter said slowly. “She slowly raised the temperature and now I’m…”

“Dying?” You finished his sentence for him and held him tighter. “I don’t want you to stay until you die. You deserve so much better.”

“Maybe I don’t deserve better. It’s not like over ever been given better. Maybe I’m getting exactly what I deserve.” Peter spoke softly, making you sit up. You climbed on top of him and pinned him to the mattress.

“Don’t say that, okay?” You demanded as your nose almost touched Peter’s. “That’s her talking. You have value that she can’t never take away. You deserve everything good in this world. I never want to hear you say that again.”

Peter breathed heavily as he looked up at you with a pink blush on his face. You became aware of your position and rolled off of him, laying next to him on the bed.

“Thanks.” He said breathlessly as you both stared at the ceiling.

“You’re welcome.” You rolled onto your side and looked at Peter. “I’m here for you, but we can’t fix this on our own. We need to tell an adult.”

“If I tell people, everyones gonna laugh at me for not fighting back.” Peter pointed out.

“No smart person would laugh at someone strong enough to take abuse this long.” You insisted. “You’re brave for not fighting back.”

“You think?” He smiled shyly at you. You smiled back and wrapped an arm around his torso.

“I know.”

You spotted Lorina the next day in the courtyard, face once again buried in her phone. The principle was busy calling her parents to let her know she was no longer welcomed back at Midtown Tech. She assured you and Peter that she would call the police as soon as she contacted Lorina’s parents, but you still wanted to take matters into your own hands. You wanted to give her a going away present before she left yours and Peters life forever.

“Hey, Lorina.” You walked up to her with a big smile.

“Oh, hi Y/n.” She said without looking up.

“Peter looked pretty beat up today.” You commented and leaned against the wall. She looked up from her phone with an annoyed expression and gave you a once over.

“Look, I don’t know what he told you but-“

“He didn’t tell me anything.” You cut her off and stepped closer to her. “Even covered in your bruises, he protected you. I just figured it out.”

“Couples fight. You wouldn’t know.” She sassed you and tried to go back to her phone. You pushed her phone down and stepped in front of her to gain her full attention.

“Couples fight with their words, not their fists.” You caged her between your arms and got in her face. “And from what I understand, your fights are always one sided.”

“It’s not my fault if he can’t be a man and defend himself.” She stepped up to you with a fire in her eyes.

“Peter would never hit you because he’s a boy. But guess what?” You asked as you cracked your knuckles.

“What?” She raised an unamused eyebrow.

“I’m not a boy.” You quipped before your first collided with her face.

I know it’s not always gonna end like this. You’re not always gonna get to punch your abuser in the face and walk free. I just hit 5k followers. That’s 5k people who need to be educated on this. I wanted to shed some light on this topic since I have a platform that allows me to. 1 in 4 men and 1 in 3 women will experience domestic abuse in some way in their lives. If you or someone you know is experiencing this, help is out there.

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pulaasul · 3 years ago

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Apologies

A/N: Credits to @redlyncentral and @cadetcama for providing my co writer the necessary corrections and creative juices for the story.

After opening night, Ricky confronts Gina about her treatment towards him, ever since Carlos's Quinceañero. Gina opens up to Ricky.

FFN I Ao3

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Days have passed since opening night. East High's Drama department has just finished dismantling their props and sets from their final showing of their production of 'Beauty and the Beast'. Everyone was heading to the school's pool to celebrate a successful three-night showing of their musical.

Gina was in front of her locker, storing up some things that she won't need at Ashlyn's, while EJ was in the nearby bathroom.

"Gina, c-can we talk?"

EJ made his presence known by leaning on the side of the lockers but he did not approach his girlfriend or the boy who approached her.

"Okay." Gina stoically answered.

"Like… Talk-talk?" Ricky tried again.

"Meet me at the bomb shelter in two minutes," Gina provided. "We can talk there privately, everyone's already at the pool"

Ricky simply nodded and immediately headed towards the rehearsal room.

"Are you sure about this?" EJ approached his girlfriend as soon as Ricky left.

"I have to tell him why at some point, he needs to know what he had done to hurt me."

"Do you want me there with you?"

"No, I can handle this." Gina shook her head. "Just wait for me here, or you can go on ahead to the pool and wait for me there."

"I'll wait here for you." EJ nodded.

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"You want to talk?"

"Right," Ricky nodded as he stood up to face Gina. "Can I ask what changed between you and me?"

"Changed? Nothing changed between us, Ricky." Gina shook her head. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know," Ricky sighed. "Before this, you've been giving me one-word responses if you don't outright ignore me," He answered.

"Are you really that oblivious?" Gina questioned.

"E-excuse me?"

"You are excused." Came Gina's automatic reply.

"P-please, Gina, can you please tell me if I did something wrong?" Ricky begged. "I'm tired of trying to puzzle out everyone's thoughts and feelings." He sighed. "Please, do me a favor and lay it out straight to me?"

"That's fair," Gina agreed. "Okay, Ricky, what you did during Carlos's Quinceañero was not cool. You hurt me a lot when you asked me about Nini, Ricky."

"H-how did I hurt you?" Ricky gulped as he tried to rack his brain during that time, but he came up with nothing.

"Tell me, Ricky, were you aware of the gravity of my words during our HSM opening night?" Gina asked.

"That was a lo-"

"Yes, it was a love confession, I confessed my feelings to you, Ricky." Gina cut the boy off. "It was bad enough that half of your attention was on Nini but I accepted that you both were back and happy together, I didn't want to be in between the two of you."

"What did I do that hurt you so much then?"

"The fact that you casually threw in the 'if we were dating' line." Gina bluntly replied. "I can't believe that you, of all people, would say that to me, when you know what I did months ago."

"Tha-"

"I gave you a chance to leave the conversation, Ricky, I gave you plenty of chances, but you still pushed it."

"But I thought, you were okay with me confiding in you? You granted Big Red's question about Nini."

"Tell me, Ricky, does Big Red know of what happened during that night?"

"Of course, not!" Ricky was quick to reply. "The only one who knows is Nini, even then I don't think she quite knew of what you really meant."

"And for that, I thank you," Gina expressed her gratitude. "But that doesn't change the fact that I was hurt by your actions." She shook her head. "The reason I gave the okay to Big Red asking me about what you want to text to Nini during the snowstorm was because of the simple fact that Big Red was there."

"Huh?"

"Big Red did not know about that night, frankly only EJ and Ashlyn knew what happened." Gina shared. "I didn't want him to suspect something going on between us, to avoid any uncomfortable questions, I gave the okay to continue."

"I-"

"You thought, because of that, you can confide in me with everything that has to do with Nini." Gina summarized Ricky's thoughts.

With Gina laying everything down, Ricky finally realized that he made a huge mistake. He knew he was selfish when he went behind Nini's back to get her into the show, he didn't think that his selfishness hurt one more person, in the form of Gina.

"I-"

"I'm sorry, Ricky, I don't think I can forgive you anytime soon," Gina admitted. "What you did to me hurt a lot, maybe in time I can, but not now."

"I…I see." Ricky looked at his shoes. "For what it's worth, Gina, I'm sorry for hurting you in that way."

Gina simply nodded.

Ricky turned around and left the rehearsal room.

As soon as Ricky was out of the room, EJ went inside and immediately engulfed his girlfriend in a hug.

"Let it out, just let it out."

Gina buried herself more on EJ's chest as she cried. Ricky was really the first friend she made during her time in East High and for it to end this way, it hurt so much.

"You know, he tried asking for my permission or blessing to talk to you," EJ shared. "His exact words were, 'Would you be mad if I talked to Gina?'"

"W-why would he do that?" Gina sniffled as she looked at her boyfriend. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him no, I won't." EJ answered honestly. "The last time I got angry with someone for texting my girlfriend, it ended with me broken-hearted."

"Aww EJ, you do learn." Gina teased. "The question still remains, why would he do that?"

"I have some inkling of an answer but I don't really know for sure." EJ admitted.

"Why do you think?" Gina urged as she wiped her tears from her face.

"I think it has something to do with Nini," EJ admitted. "It's no secret that Ricky tried to break Nini and I up, in hindsight, he felt he was justified because all he knew was that they were just on a break and didn't break up."

"But she thought it was a break-up," Gina interrupted. "Those two are very bad at communicating their feelings." She sighed.

"You can say that again." EJ agreed.

"So?"

"So, when Ricky sent Nini a voice message, I confronted and told him to stay away, I think that's where he got the idea from." EJ admitted.

"If you hadn't told Ricky to stay away from Nini, you wouldn't have been found out." Gina informed.

"True, and I probably won't have my confidence crushed by Nini's incredible ghosting abilities." EJ chuckled.

"Wait, she ghosted you?" Gina exclaimed.

"After ignoring my texts, calls, and voice messages, even got Kourtney to lie for her, she blocked my number and my social media accounts," EJ informed. "It felt like she was literally breaking my ribcage and went for my heart."

"I don't know if I should call that petty or something else?" Gina admitted.

"Definitely something else." EJ chuckled.

"Eej, why does it hurt?" Gina sighed as she slumped on a nearby chair.

"Because he was the first friend you made here in East," EJ answered. "You didn't think that he could hurt you much more than just seeing him with Nini."

"But I'm used to moving around, I should be used to this," Gina tried to counter. "I should be used to this." She repeated.

"No one can really get used to this, Gi." EJ shook his head as he knelt on one knee in front of her. "You felt like Ricky betrayed you, that's why it hurt so much."

"How do you know so much?"

EJ fished a book from his bag and gave it to his girlfriend.

"I've been reading that book as my pastime." EJ admitted.

"Do you even sleep?" Gina exclaimed. "You have so many clubs, so many sports, and you're the senior class treasurer to top it off!"

"I'm just good with managing my time," EJ shrugged. "Ashlyn and I are."

"It does help that the both of you are intelligent."

"I won't go that far, I can't find words to rhyme with sorry." EJ shook his head.

"Vary? Starry?" Gina listed.

"Clearly, you know more than I do." EJ chuckled.

Gina chuckled alongside her boyfriend.

"So are we good to join everyone by the pool?" EJ asked.

"How you managed the principal to let us use the pool to celebrate will forever remain a mystery to me, I've overheard other clubs groaning that we can use the pool."

"It probably has to do with the fact that I did not cheat at Waterpolo during tournaments," EJ answered. "No one probably knows, but after those self-exposing videos I posted on Instagram, I was banned to play the sport for months as the tournament officials investigated my claims."

"Why would you do that?" Gina was full-on grinning.

"It felt freeing at the time," EJ shrugged. "In any case, what I meant in those videos was whenever the school had us play against our teammates."

"You, EJ Caswell, are one bizarre person."

"That, and my father is on the school board." EJ chuckled. "I still got an earful from both my parents and Ashlyn's parents." He shivered.

"Thank you for Everything, EeJ." Gina smiled as she stood up.

"It's what boyfriends do." EJ grinned. "Be there for their girlfriends."

"Aww, that's awfully sweet of you."

“Hey, it’s what boyfriends are for, being awfully sweet.”

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kenjikutie · 5 years ago

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Fateful Consequences (Oikawa Toru)

i got this ask a while ago and it took so long to write I’m so sorry! i hope you like it!

if there was one thing oikawa tooru was bad at, it was giving himself a break. he had formed a terrible habit throughout middle school of working until he couldn’t, of hitting something till it broke. and it was this mindset that made him impossible to understand

he always kept that fake smile on his face, one that sent shivers up your spine because it never reached his eyes. oikawa never could express his emotions; he couldn’t be vulnerable. it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, but he knew that if he truly let himself break down, he couldn’t build himself back up afterward

today was worse than any one you had ever seen before. oikawa had been in the gym ever since school ended at it was nearing eight o’clock at night. you could not stop the feeling of nerves rattling in your stomach as you grabbed your backpack and began walking toward the exit. oikawa didn’t even notice until he heard the door open

he dropped the volleyball he was holding and put his hand on his hip, “(y/n)?”

you put a comforting smile on your face and turned around, hoping he would be somewhat calmer than he was earlier, “toru, it’s getting pretty late. we should get home before it’s really dark, yeah?”

oikawa didn’t respond right away, taking another glance at the volleyball on the floor then back up at you. there was a match with shiratorizawa coming up and he needed to practice as much as he could. he couldn’t stand being looked down on by ushiwaka again. but, he did have to walk you home first, there was no question about that

you waited for him by the door, not mentioning how he obviously left it unlocked. if he came back later and worked himself to the bone, it would be your mess to take care of. you would be the one who’d have to run your fingers through his hair and give him a massage. usually, you didn’t mind it at all but your patience had already been worn thin tonight

oikawa didn’t even hold your hand as you walked, too busy making volleyball motions, practicing even as he walked. you were beginning to get annoyed and even thought about taking another way home just to get there faster and away from the subtle seething creature that was your boyfriend

“toru? can we stop at the convenience store for a second? i need to get something.”, he gave you a nod and you felt your heart sink but you don’t know why you expected anything more

the buzzing light of the convenience store almost made you forget the awkwardness of this walk home. oikawa chose to wait outside while you got whatever you needed, turning on his phone and texting whoever, probably iwaizumi. you gave a smile to the bored cashier and wandered further down the isles

when you reached for a bottle of strawberry milk, you lept backward when your hand touched someone else’s. the other person shuffled backward too with an awkward sigh. you glanced over to look at them, eyes widening when you saw him

“tobi-chan!”, you smiled and saw the way he relaxed when he saw you

you propelled yourself forward to hug him, giggling as you two rocked side by side. tobio reluctantly put his hands on your back, pushing you away slightly. he had gotten a haircut and it looked nice, you noted as you stepped back with your arms behind you

“how are you, (y/n)-san?”, he asked, avoiding the blinding smile on your face by focusing on the dirty tile floor

you and tobio had met last year at one of his volleyball games that oikawa had dragged you too. the two of you hit it off surprisingly well and you grew to see tobio as your little brother, constantly supporting him and making fun of him at the exact same time

“i’m okay! toru has a match coming up soon so he’s been practicing non-stop-“, you stopped mid-sentence as arms wrapped around your middle

you must have been so busy talking to tobio that you hadn’t even heard the front door open. oikawa rested his head on your shoulder with a scowl pointed directly at kageyama, whose face flushed under the glare. you couldn’t even see your boyfriend’s face but you knew what he was doing

“toru, you remember tobi-chan, right?”, oikawa tensed at the pet name and grabbed your waist a little tighter

“unfortunately. it’s cold outside, (y/n), we need to get home, hmm? bye-bye tobio!”, oikawa turned you around and pressed his lips to yours

yours eyes widened while oikawa’s never left kageyama. catching on fairly quickly, you shoved oikawa off of you

“don’t ever do that again!”, you pointed at him before repositioning your backpack and storming out of the store

oikawa scowled even deeper at tobio who grabbed the milk quickly and ran toward the cashier. maybe he had gone too far this time but he had been on edge all day. he lost his ushiwaka all the time but he wouldn’t lose to kageyama. and he certainly wouldn’t lose you

* * *

the day of the shiratorizawa match marked the fourth day you hadn’t spoken to oikawa and he was about to lose his mind. he had been unfocused the entire game because he knew that you weren’t in the crowd, you weren’t all curled up in his jacket like you usually were and you wouldn’t be there to console him after his inevitable defeat

iwaizumi had lost count of how many times he’d struck him but none of them seemed to have any effect. the whole team was suffering because of oikawa’s mindset and when the game finally reached halfway, iwaizumi had had enough. picking up his phone, he immediately dialed your number

“where are you and what did you do to trashykawa?”, was his immediate response when you answered

“i’m here, just really far in the back so he can’t see me and i didn’t do anything, it was all him.”, there was a pout to your tone and you sounded close to tears

iwaizumi sighed and rubbed his forehead, “listen, i’m sure oikawa deserves whatever punishment you’re giving him and i know it isn’t fair of me to ask this but, he needs you and we need him. please, (y/n).”

he hung up afterward and glanced over at the captain, who was sitting on the bench with glassy eyes and knees pulled up to his chest. when iwaizumi saw you walking down the stairs of the bleachers, it felt like tons of rocks had been lifted off of his shoulders. you had a look on your face that matched oikawa’s

with a heavy heart, you snuck around the back of the bench and placed your hand on oikawa’s head, beginning to wave your fingers through his dark brown hair. oikawa flinched at first but relaxed as if he were melting. slowly and carefully, he turned around buried his face in your stomach while you continued to play with his hair

you could hear his sniffles as he spoke ,”i-i am so so s-sorry! i-i-i was mad and i w-was o-out of line a-and it w-wasn’t fair to y-you! i n-never sh-should-“

cutting him off you lowered yourself down to his eye level and took his red face into your hands, wiping off the tears with gentle fingertips. you had never seen him act like this before, certainly not in front of his entire team who were most definitely watching the scene unfold

“we can talk about it later, kay?”, you felt him nod slowly against your hands,”now, get out there and cream shiratorizawa, babe!”

it was as if the fire had returned to his eyes instantly at your encouragement. oikawa beamed and kissed your nose with a grin before cracking his knuckles

“you got it!”

shiratorizawa still ended up winning but oikawa played better than you had ever seen him before and afterward, he didn’t stop holding you all day, even skipping out on after game practice. you didn’t need him around all the time but this was certainly enough

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa tōru #oikawa x reader #toru oikawa

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moonlit-mizukage · 4 years ago

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Tsukishima Kei x reader Ache 2

Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: It's been one month since (y/n) left tsuki, she won't answer any one now, but when Yamaguchi sees her unexpectedly, Tsukishima is now given a second chance with his love.

Characters aged up!!

AN: This part was highly requested in my inbox so here is part 2 of my Tsukishima angst! Thank you for all the comments and requests for this part! I was really happy to be making a part 2!

Read part 1 here! | Masterlist

It's been almost one month since the break up between Tsukishima and (y/n). Tsukishima was acting more distant with everyone then he was before. If he wasn’t working he was at home, hugging a stuffed stegosaurus (y/n) had given him on their first year anniversary. Yamaguchi would show up at his apartment to make sure he was eating. Yamaguchi was trying to reach out to (y/n). She responded once telling him she knew he didn’t care about her, then blocked Yamaguchi right after.

Even though (y/n) was putting on an act that she was fine to Yamaguchi, it was the farthest thing from the truth. She sat in her apartment, longingly gazing out her window most nights. She would stare down at the city lights remembering all the evenings she spent out with tsukishima close by where she was. She decided one particularly rainy night that she would head out to get some groceries.

The rain was coming down almost as if it was a waterfall. (y/n) had left her apartment forgetting to grab her umbrella or even a jacket with a hood. She walked up her block to the nearest store entering inside. Not too far from where she was standing, a wide eyed Yamaguchi had spotted her. He was picking up something to take over to Tsukishima’s house for them to eat. (y/n) just grabbed a simple bowl of cold soba already premade in a small cooler. She left as quickly as she came. Yamaguchi was one person behind her in line. She didn’t seem to notice him. She was lost in her own thoughts. He knew she wouldn’t talk to him as anyone who tried she would block them, claiming Tsukishima made himself very clear.

Yamaguchi knew how bad Tsukishima was doing so he couldn’t help himself from walking at a safe distance behind (y/n).He was having a silent battle with himself over if this was just creepy or if he had a good reason. He looked up noticing she was climbing up the stairs to what he assumed was her new apartment. He watched as she walked up to what looked like the fourth floor, third apartment from the end. He stepped under the side protecting himself from the rain as he pulled out his phone sending a quick message to Tsukishima.

Upstairs in the apartment, she dropped her soaking wet coat down on the floor. She approaches her bathroom as she falls to her knees, crying once again. The empty rooms are constant reminders to her of what she once had. She thought she may have seen Yamaguchi out tonight, but she worries that she had just imagined it due to the overbearing loneliness she had felt lately.

At Tsukishima’s apartment, Yamaguchi was now walking in the door to a sad Tsukishima sitting, still holding his dinosaur plush. “Did you get my message?”

Tsukishima reached for his cell phone that was sitting on top of a small oak table in front of him. 36 4th floor 3rd from the end. “What is this supposed to mean Yamaguchi?”

“We are going out, come on.” Tsukishima looked down at his pajama pants. “Don’t fight me on this please.” Tsukishima sighed.

“Can we just take the car so I can stay inside? It’s raining.”

Yamaguchi sighed and picked up the keys. “Let’s go.”

Yamaguchi drove them down to where he was earlier that day. He pulled up into the small grocery store he was already in that day. He left tsukishima in the car as he went in.

“What are these for?” Yamaguchi dropped flowers onto Tsukishima’s lap. Yamaguchi then began driving the short distance in the continuing rain storm. He pulled up in front of (y/n)’s building.

“(y/n) lives here.”

“How did you… when did you.... Where?”

“The place I texted you.” Tsukishima was already out of the car closing the door before Yamaguchi could finish. Tsukishima was running, not being cautious of how slippery it was when he tripped on the last step, scraping his right knee off the wall of the fourth floor knocking him over. He looked down at his ripped pajamas as his knee was freshly wounded, bleeding. The flowers were now damaged as he had landed on them. He regained himself as he rushed towards the door Yamaguchi had messaged. 1...2…3 There. He thought to himself as he hammered on the door. Tsukishima did not realise how hard he was knocking anymore as he just kept going, desperate to see her once again.

On the other side of the door, (y/n) was sitting in her window again sniffling. She assumed it was from the rain making her ill, not aware she had started crying again. She thought about how nice it would be to have tsukishima here to nurse her illness away. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud hammering on her door. She slowly approached her door as she looked out the peephole. There stood a tall blond figure, touching his ripped open knee. Tsukishima?? She thought she was imagining it as she pulled open her door.

“Kei?”

He looked up to meet her eyes, sleep deprivation clear on her face along with marks from what looked like tears. Her hair was messy and wet, eyes puffy and swollen. She held her arm up covering her mouth as the other held the door tightly.

“Kei, you’re bleeding...” She reached out to him pulling him inside her apartment seating him on a couch.

“(y/n), these are for you.” He hands her the damaged flowers in his hand. She takes them and sets them down on the little table. “I’m going to get something for your knee.” She rushed off to the bathroom.

Tsukishima looked around the apartment, it looked as if someone was moving out rather than living there. She came back rushing to him.

“What happened Kei? Are you okay?” She picked it up to clean his wound.

He groaned out in pain. “I slipped running up the stairs, I didn’t want to wait another minute to see you.”

“Kei...” she said as she looked him in the eyes. Tears could be seen forming at the sides now. He reached over and brushed them away.

“Please just hear me out.” She nodded in agreement. “I’m not good with expressing my emotions… I made a mistake. Well many mistakes. I should have tried to talk to you about how I was feeling. I wasn’t intentionally pushing you away. I did avoid you and I was rude, and I was just-” He took a deep breath. Tears now falling down his face.

“It’s okay Kei, take your time.” She said as she placed her hand on top of his.

“I didn’t want to break up. I was just, distancing myself so I could hide my surprise for you.” He reached into his pajama pants pocket and pulled out a ring. “I was going to propose to you (y/n), on our second year anniversary this month. I just was scared you would say no, and then I just distanced myself and then I skipped dates to avoid telling you. I just acted like a huge prick and I-”

Tsukishima was cut off by (y/n) pulling him into a kiss. Tsukishima at first thought he was imagining it. He moved his hands up into her hair, adding more passion into the kiss. The two only pulled away when they needed air.

“Kei, I am sorry too, for everything. I feel so bad for what I said to you. Loving you isn't a mistake, it's the greatest thing that has happened to me. I missed you so much.”

Tsukishima pulled her into his chest, his heart beating in her ear drum.

“I love you more than anything, I’m so sorry for everything too. This last month has been terrible without you, will you come home with me (y/n)?” She pulled away looking up at him.

“Of course Kei. I missed you more than anything. I know you have troubles expressing your emotions, but let's work on it together.”

“On one condition,” she looked at him with clear confusion on her face. He let her go fully and got down on his non injured knee. “Will you marry me (y/n)?”

“Yes! Kei I love you so much. I can’t believe you had this in your pocket.” She said leaning down, giving him another kiss.

“I love you too, so much, I always have it in my pocket, just in case I saw you again.” She looked at him as she covered her mouth with her hand,

“Kei.”

Oh, and (y/n), thank you for giving me another chance and making me the happiest man I could ever be.” He pulls you into a hug again. They stayed there for a while. “Oh, Yamaguchi is in the car.”

She chuckled, “Let me grab my bag and we can go.”

“Is this your apartment?” he asked.

“No it’s my friends.”

On that note the Tsukishima helped her grab her bag as they headed out, back to their once shared apartment.

Back in the car, Yamaguchi apologised for following (y/n) and not trying to talk with her. She didn’t seem to mind now that she was back in Tsukishima’s arms. Yamaguchi dropped them off as they headed upstairs. The two changed as they climbed into bed together. Tsukishima pulled (y/n) into his chest.

“I missed holding you like this.” He spoke softly into her hair.

“I missed it too Kei.” She said, as she gave him a light kiss on his chest.

Tsukishima’s dinosaur plush was no longer his go to hold as it was still sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

#tsukishima oneshot #tsukishima angst #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu fluff

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cherishedkids · 5 years ago

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ignoring them prank on the pretty setter squad || hcs

(kageyama, oikawa, kenma, akaashi, semi, and sugawara)

A/N: thank you to anon for requesting this!! i love the setters in haikyuu.. they are just so cool and also... they are so many?? wtf . i dont really know if i wrote them well or if its in line with canon, but i hope you still enjoy it! thank you for reading! 💕

kageyama tobio

kageyama tobio is slow to realize it.

he’s too caught up in his own shenanigans that he doesn’t notice when you haven’t been talking to him the entire day.

you don’t buy him milk that day.

usually, you’d hand him one during lunch.

but he chalks it up to you being busy.

when he asks you a question, you continue to read your notebook.

he thinks that maybe you’re too engrossed in it, so he leaves you be.

it irritates him when you talk to the shrimp and not him, but he did not want to be clingy.

still, that did not stop him from shooting hinata glares from the corner of his eyes.

during practice, you arrive ahead of him.

he thinks that maybe you got too impatient as he admits that he was a bit slow in packing his things up after dismissal.

when you start joking with the team and and laughing, he joins everyone.

but you stop once he gets close, and you turn quiet and go to sit at the bench.

only then, does he realize something was wrong.

he doesn’t perform well during training, too caught up in his own thoughts.

coach ukai scolded him for not being attentive, and he can only apologize.

he asks hinata multiple times if you had said something to him.

“___? no, not really.”

he even asks the team if you had told them anything.

to which they all replied with a resounding ‘no’.

he did not notice the sly smiles on their faces.

had tobio accidentally done something wrong?

had he missed something? a date perhaps?

as far as he knew, nothing special was happening today.

was it your birthday?

no, it was in a few months.

after training, he hurries to ask you what happened.

you stay to watch them train, for tobio, and tonight, you also stay.

he doesn’t really know why, because if you were really angry, you would’ve hurried home.

he expects to see your normal and stoic face.

but he’s treated to your angry one.

what did he do?!

“tobio!”

he has a confused look on his face.

you put your hands on his shoulder and shake him.

“you didn’t notice my prank!”

again, confusion.

“...what prank?”

you stop, then pull your hands away.

“i ignored you the whole day! and you didn’t notice it!”

did he really not notice it?

he smiles at you and sighs.

it was one of his rare genuine smiles.

“it was a prank?”

you nod.

“thank god.”

you look at him in confusion.

he was affected by it?

if he was, he didn’t show anything.

kageyama tobio really needed to be more expressive.

well, he was expressive, when he decided to return the prank on you the very next day.

he was that revengeful.

oikawa tooru

“___!”

oikawa tooru yells out as he sees you from outside the school gates.

he runs up to you, like a weird and needy puppy.

but you ignore him.

tooru is surprised when you don’t even try to scathe him.

“___?”

at first, he’s confused.

last night, the both of you were texting.

nothing was wrong, and you even exchanged “i love you”s.

so he was one hundred percent sure he was in the clear.

so he runs up to you and walks beside you.

he starts being irritating.

it’s the one thing he knew would drive you insane.

he keeps repeating your name, in different tones, pitches, and intervals.

when you keep walking, he pouts.

it was time for phase four.

“___, c’mon, pay attention to me!”

you would not even budge when he stands in front of you.

you just dodge him and look ahead.

but he catches a slight goofy smile on your face.

when he sees iwaizumi, he clings to him.

“tell me i’m not invisible iwa!”

the “trashykawa” insult and cursing given to him by the former reassures him.

during lunch, he speeds to your classroom to catch you.

he follows after you when you don’t even accept his peace offering.

melon pan—your favorite!

now he was sure something was wrong.

when you were seated at the canteen, he sat beside you.

“you won’t be able to resist my charms,”

he cooed, and he could see the blush that was forming on your cheeks.

even though you were ignoring him, you could still hear his words.

and if that was the case, you could still feel him.

so, he sneaked his hands around you and attacked.

in a few seconds, he had you laughing from his tickles.

still, you didn’t dare say his name.

“notice me and i’ll stop!”

the laughter coming out of your lips continued on, refusing to yield.

you didn’t even answer him, as you’d be acknowledging his existence.

“okay, okay, fine, tooru! just stop!”

you say, in between laughter.

the moment he hears his name, he stops.

“i. won.”

he whispers right in your ear, and you feel tingles run down your spine.

“not fair!”

you try to ignore him again, but he only finds ways to get your attention again.

oikawa tooru never lost a game.

especially when it was about ignoring him.

that egotistical asshole.

kozume kenma

after seeing a viral video online about a prank called “ignoring your boyfriend”, you wanted to try it on kozume kenma.

you knew it was going to be hard, as you wanted nothing more but to hug him as soon as you saw him.

but you had to endure it.

when kenma sees you at the canteen, he sits next to you.

as soon as he nears, however, you move away.

you know that you won’t be able to ignore him if he was close.

so you add more distance between the two of you.

he misses your warmth, but thinks that you’ll come back soon.

when minutes pass and you still haven’t come back, he looks around but doesn't see you anywhere.

he asks kuroo where you are, but he just shrugs.

he texts you multiple times.

‘___, are you not going to eat?’

no reply.

‘do you have something to do?’

no reply, but he does see the tick that signifies that you read his message.

he waits for your reply, but it never comes.

he sighs, maybe you were busy.

today, there isn’t volleyball training.

every time he has free time, you usually come over.

so he texts you again.

‘___, are you coming with me?’

no reply!

god, kenma was close to losing his mind.

he sees you walking out of the building, and he dashes towards you.

it’s the first time you see him run to you, so you’re caught off-guard.

“___!”

he exclaims, waiting for you to hold his hand.

but you don’t say his name back or answer.

you simply look away.

“are you playing a prank on me?”

when you walk away, you almost feel your heart break.

was this going too far?

when you turn to look back at him, he’s crouched on the floor, head on his knees.

oh god, you didn’t mean for this to happen!

it was your turn to run over to him.

“sorry, kenma! it was a prank! i was only doing a prank, i swear!”

you try to explain, but when you wait for him to reply, you don’t hear crying or sniffles.

he raises his head, a slight smile on his face.

“i know. i saw that video days ago,”

what a punk.

he makes you promise to him that you won’t play a prank on him again.

especially a popular one.

you agree, as you almost died of guilt from not paying attention to him.

kenma learns to watch out for viral trends, to better figure out how to pay you back.

akaashi keiji

akaashi keiji is a shy man.

but he doesn’t let that affect him when he notices something is wrong.

so when he sees that you haven’t been talking to him the entire day, he confronts you about it.

you usually hung out around him, ranting about anything and everything.

but today was quiet, and even if he cherished it, it was not normal.

he preferred hearing your voice.

his brain has already thought of different scenarios before approaching you.

“hey. what’s up?”

he asks, leaning against the wall.

you don’t look at him or anything, just continuing to scroll through your phone.

he sighs, were you giving him the cold shoulder?

“did i do something wrong?”

when you don’t reply, he takes your hand in his.

“i did, didn’t i? at least tell me.”

you stuff your phone in your pocket and walk away from him.

he stares at your fading figure.

the next time he sees bokuto, he’s sure to give him the cold shoulder himself.

after classes, he waits for you at the gate.

he’s with bokuto, and he yells and shouts.

when keiji sees you, he waves.

he breathes a sigh of relief when you wave back.

but he sees that your eyes aren't directed at him.

it was towards bokuto.

argh!

“bokuto!”

you only look at bokuto, completely ignoring him.

“hey—“

“___! so nice to see you!”

bokuto smiles at keiji, and you look at him.

maybe you just did not see him?

“bokuto, who are you looking at?”

it seems like bokuto forgets something.

“ah, you’re right! my bad.”

so bokuto had something to do with this.

he forgets his politeness and grabs your hand.

“can you tell me what’s going on? why have you been ignoring me this whole day?”

when he sees the frown on your face and the guilt in your eyes, his heart softens.

for the first time that day, you actually talk to him.

“promise me you won’t get angry at me,”

again, a hundred different reasons start popping up in his head.

he nods, concerned for you.

“it was a…”

you whisper out, and he listens to your every word.

“prank!”

you place a quick peck on his cheek before he could react and run away.

“hurry bokuto, before mr. straight face catches us!”

he spends the entire afternoon chasing the both of you, eager to get his hands on you.

he definitely was not going to let this one slide.

semi eita

semi eita had a scowl on his face, like any normal day.

you were hesitant about doing this prank on him, as he was quick to anger.

but what was life without any fun?

the moment you saw him walking down the halls, you switched on your best impression of him.

stoic, cold, and intimidating.

as soon as he approached you, he hung his arm around you.

“where are you going?”

he asks, but you shrug his arm off and continue walking.

but he persists.

“sorry if i did anything wrong,”

it was a nice try, and if you were not merely acting, you probably would’ve forgiven him on the spot.

but you keep walking.

he follows you, and you see tendou.

yes! this was a great set-up!

“tendou!”

he turns around and sees the both of you.

“hey ___, semi,”

but you act as if he didn’t say anything.

you only start to walk on pace with him, and eita follows the both of you.

tendou turns to him, confused, but he flinches at the look eita gives him.

you start talking about your day, and tendou shakes in his shoes.

whatever it was the both of you were going through, he did not want to participate in.

“i think semi wants to talk to you,”

you only look at him weirdly.

“eita? where is he?”

now, semi understands what you were doing.

tendou laughs at the situation.

eita stands in front of you, pointing at himself.

“___, i’m here,”

even if he says those words, you keep looking around.

“tendou, i think you’re lying. i just don’t see him anywhere!”

there’s a slight smile on your face, one that you couldn’t hide.

“if i were you, i’d drop it,”

tendou advices, before escaping from semi.

you don’t heed his words, though, and start to mutter to yourself.

“i’m pretty sure i’d see him immediately… he usually wears uncool clothes…”

he explodes at this.

“take that back!”

when he yells, you lock eyes with him and flash him a wink.

you maniacally laugh as you explain that it was just a prank.

“but i wasn’t kidding about your clothes,”

he sighs, as he takes you in his arms again.

as long as you weren't ignoring him, you could insult him whenever.

sugawara koshi

first off, you wouldn’t dare throw a prank on him.

just his worried face would melt your heart!

and it was hard trying to ignore such a sweet and kind boy.

but after much coaxing from the karasuno team, you gave in.

they planned a whole prank on him, and they were going to ignore him the entire day.

you weren’t really sure where this came from, but when they brought it up, everyone was willing to participate.

sugawara koshi started his day normal.

wake up early, get dressed, and eat breakfast.

there was no morning practice today, so he could take his sweet time.

he breathed in the fresh morning air.

he was ready to face the day smiling.

when he got to karasuno, he could see you standing talking with daichi.

he approached the both of you and yelled out your names.

but you both didn’t look.

so you hadn’t heard him.

instead, he hurried his pace and tapped you on the shoulder.

before he could say your name, you told daichi that you still had a club activity to take care of before classes.

sugawara heard this and waved goodbye, even though you didn’t see him.

daichi had disappeared as he watched you walk away.

sugawara thinks that today is a rather busy day.

it takes him a few minutes to get to his classroom, taking a few detours to stretch his body out.

he’s classmates with you, so when he sees you sitting on your desk, he greets you good morning.

weirdly enough, your head was down.

he lets you rest, as he thinks you probably are tired from your club activity.

when lunch rolls around, he goes to fetch daichi and asahi.

he asks you to go with him, but you are already gone.

he checks the other classrooms and sees that daichi and asahi are also gone!

when he bumps into kageyama and hinata, they don’t even spare him a glance.

gosh, what was happening!

as he walks to the canteen, he sees the three of you eating together.

he sighs out of relief.

ah, so you decided to go ahead.

he only wishes that you told him.

as he approaches the group, they start to stand up and walk away.

where were they going?

sugawara eats lunch alone, wondering why everyone is acting so weird.

it’s finally dismissal, and he goes to the gym.

he doesn’t wait for anyone, as he figures, they might have gone ahead again.

he was correct, as everyone was inside.

they didn’t wait for him though, as they already started warming up.

you were sat on the benches, watching them.

after he changes, he goes to ask daichi what they were going to do.

daichi doesn’t reply, so he looks at the others, who are weirdly smiling and avoiding eye contact.

“is something the matter?”

he asks, and none of them answer.

but he hears you sigh from the corner.

“i can’t take this anymore!”

the rest of the team exhale, as if they were holding in their breaths.

you approach him and put your hands together, raising them in front of your head.

“i’m so sorry suga, we were playing a prank on you!”

to be honest, he was kind of expecting that when you didn’t talk to him the entire day.

but he spared you from his anger, as you promised to make it up to him with a kiss later.

needless to say, coach ukai was shocked to see the rest of the karasuno team, tears streaming down their faces as sugawara held a victorious and vengeful expression above them.

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wowtobio · 5 years ago

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hello, i was wondering if i could get some headcanons for nishinoya, kuroo, terushima, and bokuto calming down an very upset s/o? like upset to the point of stomachaches / crying. i live in america, and i’ve been extremely upset w/ everything going on rn(riots + police brutality) because of how corrupt america is as a country + how discriminatory it can be towards minorities. if you’re uncomfortable writing for this i COMPLETELY understand! whichever way, tysm. 💓💓💓

.｡*ﾟKuroo, Nishinoya, Terushima and Bokuto calm down their crying s/o｡:+*

black lives matter

i know how upsetting this situation is, i also live in america so please know you are not alone. we will pull through this together. i am so sorry you feel so upset, i hope this helps ease the pain just a bit. know you’re loved.

genre: slight angst, fluff

Kuroo

(credits to all gif makers)

Kuroo literally drops everything he does/has upon seeing your curled up, crying form on the wooden floors. Literally.

He brought home take out after practice to share with you, the delicious food enshrouded in plastic containers dropped and long forgotten the moment your pained cries reached his ears. He drops his duffle bag too, possibly on top of the spoiled food. But, he does not care.

You felt like today was a bad day, you woke up not feeling your best. Trudging through school, showcasing your beautiful smile to your boyfriend and others only to ignore and hide the gnawing pain you felt deep down in your gut. Upon coming home, you still tried to hold it all in, but failed.

Falling hard onto your knees, bruises for sure going to form the next day, you sob loud into your hands. The searing pain in your chest and heart did not help. The hot tears flowed freely down, nothing could stop them. You cried so hard you felt bile coming from the back of your throat, threatening to let loose all over the floor of your room.

Kuroo’s never seen you like this before, but he doesn’t speak a word. Immediately by your side, practically picking you up and squeezing you into his strong arms.

He would probably place his hand on the back of your head, keeping your head burrowed in his firm chest while stroking your hair softly to calm you down.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, no pressure to stop your crying, he allows you to let it all out. He makes it clear that it is okay to cry when he’s around. Kuroo just wants you to feel comfortable to show this side to him, because ehe wants to love all sides.

Kuroo will sit there with you in his arms for as long as possible, as long as you need. You could cry all night and he wouldn’t voice a single complaint. And as your loud sobs transition into quiet sniffles and hiccups, Kuroo still has his gentle, patient demeanor. He’ll order new takeout, specifically your favorite, he will ask you what’s wrong only if you want to talk to him about it, and he will end the night with cuddles and kisses until you both fall asleep into each others arms.

Nishinoya

Ah, poor baby would definitely freak out.

Seeing you break down on the floor, he wouldn’t know what to do at first. Noya would probably just stand at the doorway, eyes wide and just frozen in place. Eventually it hits him:

“DUDE YOUR S/O IS CRYING G O O O”

And he’s right by your side in the speed of light. However, his hands tremble slightly when he tries to wrap them around your shoulders. He’s so so unsure awwwh.

Soon enough he will hug you, patting your back lightly while kissing the top of your head and lightly saying out attempts to halt your crying like “hey, don’t cry baby” or “you’re too pretty to cry! please don’t :(”

I can totally see Nishinoya try to make funny faces or crack a joke in attempt to see your smile again. As much as you love him, you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop your searing tears.

He lowkey might cry himself

You would peak your head out of your chest, only to squint and cringe at the bright light flowing throughout the room which did the opposite of soothing the throbbing pain from your head from crying so much.

Noya notices this and jumps up, practically scrambling just to switch the light off and you giggle lightly at his actions, the sound going unnoticed by the libero. After smacking the light off, he jumps for joy at your giggles, which elicited more from you.

“YAAAY (Y/N)-CHAAAAN! Are you feeling any better baby?”

Wordlessly nodding, you open up your arms like a toddler and he gets the notion, hopping into your hugs and squeezing the living life out of you while showering you with compliments and kisses of course.

Terushima

Terushima is very playful, and not so serious in most situations. But not in this one.

Whereas Kuroo is very gentle and Nishinoya is more shy, Terushima is more controlling of the situation.

He wouldn't freak out, he wouldn’t try to hush your cries either. He would just hold you into his arms whispering comforting words to calm you down like “hey babe, you’re gonna be okay” or “baby you’re strong don’t stress it”

He use his thumb to wipe your endless tears away, face in his hands as he stares deeply into your bloodshot eyes. His expression is unreadable before he closes the space between you two and kiss you deeply.

You almost cry harder, but his thumbs are still there to wipe your under-eyes. He kisses you passionately, filling your sense with just Terushima. His scent, his warmth, his everything. It soothes both the aching in your chest and in your head.

He rubs the side of your hips, breaking the kiss to give you a breathe before immediately locking lips once again. He is definitely more intimate and bold with his comforting. But that’s why you love him.

Once your cries calm down, he’ll have his playful, almost teasing tone again. Only because he knows how much you love it. And, he’s not going to change anything for your sake, he’ll just be himself.

Despite your disheveled hair, your tear stained cheeks and snot practically running from your nose, it amazes you how he can still look at you with the same adoration and love he has for you.

“Hey princess, you look gorgeous as ever haha.”

Bokuto

He. is. so dramatic.

“(Y/N)-CHAAN ARE YOU OKAAAAY??” before running by your crumpled up form.

He probably thought you were hurt at first, since you were curled up in a ball, crying.

You felt extremely upset at the turn of events, the protests, the riots, oppression, everything. It hurt immensely seeing people treated unequally and you just couldn't take it anymore. After watching another protest video where many innocent people were fighting for their voices to be heard, only to be tear-gassed by the police. It just broke your heart. You let your tears flow for those who got shut down and you sobbed hard. So hard to the point you were clutching onto your stomach.

Bokuto is very frantic, and it does not calm you down much. He’s throwing question after question while he waves his arms around wildly. He notices how you continue to cry, and he just stops and realizes what he has to do. He heard akaashi’s voice in the back of his head to shut up and assess the situation

So, he calms himself down before he attempts to calm you. Gingerly wraps his arms around you, his strong arms snap you out of your crying state and you just still into his being. He rubs your back lovingly, kissing your tears away.

Since he noticed you clutching your belly earlier, he’s rubbing and massaging your stomach gently and it eases your tense muscles. You naturally calm from his embrace.

Like Nishinoya, he’ll try to say something to brighten up the situation and make you smile. Bokuto’s energy just naturally makes anyone light up along with him, and it does not fail this time. He shoots you his signature wide grin while voicing out his love and support for you. And once you smile back at him, he just grabs ahold of your hand, giving it a tight squeeze and says

“Hey hey hey! That’s my girl.”

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Soft sighs and simple smiles

“I’m sorry. I really am.” She said.

Zuko couldn’t really believe what just happened. Had Mai actually fucking broken up with him? He vision was suddenly very cloudy and he didn’t know if it was because of his headache or the tears pooling in his eyes. He needed to get out of there. Quickly.

He had said something before he left the room. Something along the lines of “sorry I wasn’t enough.” Or “best of luck”, but he wasn’t really sure what. He’s sure he didn’t just storm off without a word, but right now he really couldn’t remember what it is that he said. It’s not like it mattered, anyway.

The next few hours were a bit of a blur. Zuko was feeling too sick and there were too many tears streaming down his face to properly pay attention to what he was doing. Running away, apparently. At around 3 in the morning the realisation kind of hit him. Fire Lord Zuko, yes, the one who had just had a wonderful meeting with his council not even 12 hours ago, was currently sitting in a train going to Ba Sing Sai, with a big black hood on so people wouldn’t recognize him (and also so they wouldn’t see his red face and puffy eyes). That Fire Lord Zuko had just been dumped and was now heading to his uncle in hope for some comfort and good tea. Though if he thought about it, good tea was comfort.

Zuko felt more dead than alive when he entered the Jasmine Dragon, and he wanted to sleep more than anything else in the world, but he knew he had to at least say hello to the person who had supported and loved him more than anyone else. So he quickly stopped by the kitchen to hug Uncle and thank him for allowing his nephew to come on such short notice, before heading upstairs to his room. As soon as the door was closed behind him, the salty tears returned and Zuko threw himself face down on the bed, wishing he could get a fucking break from life.

As soon as Iroh had called them, Sokka knew he had to get to Ba Sing Sai as soon as possible. He knew what getting broken up with felt like (thanks, Suki) and he also knew that what his best friend (who he was coincidentally very much in love with, you know, to make tings difficult) needed, was a distraction. Or, in other words, Zuko needed his friends to come over. So Katara and Aang took Appa and collected Sokka and Toph on their way to the Earth Kingdom. They made it to the city in no less than 5 hours.

Sokka hadn’t exactly expected Zuko to be ball of sunshine, but that didn’t prepare him for the sight inside the tea shop. In the far left corner, where light barely made it though the windows, Zuko was sitting alone, drinking a small cup of tea and writing something in a leather journal. He looked like he hadn’t slept since the breakup. His matted hair was slightly covering his face, which was lacking its usual angry expression. Zuko just looked empty. Sokka’s heart broke a little. He hadn’t seen Zuko like this since Azula was put in a mental hospital.

The others didn’t seem to take the sight much better either. Katara looked like she wanted to cry too and Aang had a horrible, pitiful look on his face. And Toph, well… Toph couldn’t see so she was safe for now.

The group approached Zuko slowly and quietly, trying not to startle him, as if he was some wild animal that would run off at the slightest sign of danger. Knowing Zuko and his relationship with emotions, he probably would run off.

As they got closer to his table, Zuko lifted his eyes. He looked more annoyed, than surprised to see them.

“I fucking knew he would tell you” he said in lieu of hello and dropped his gaze back to what he was writing.

“Well hello to you too, Sparky!” Toph punched Zuko’s arm and took a seat next to him. Katara, Aang and Sokka sat down on the other side.

“Hey there, Zuko! How are you?” said Aang cheerly and Zuko answered flatly with

“Fucking great, and you?” Apart from his right hand, he wasn’t moving, but Sokka could see how tense he was.

“Oh, you know, just… Visiting a beautiful city” Everyone fell silent after that. None of them really knew what to say to Zuko when he was like this. Sokka wished he could crack a joke for his best friend, but he suddenly felt at a loss for words. Seeing Zuko so incredibly sad made his heart hurt. He just wanted to hold him tight and never let anything bad happen to him ever again. But that was against the rules, and this wasn’t even about him in the first place, so Sokka shoved that thought away for the time being.

“Look Zuko, we’re just trying to help you.” Katara tried again. Zuko just huffed in response.

“I know you and Mai were very close,” Zuko physically flinched at the mention of his ex-girlfriend, “and I know that you feel rea-“ she continued, but Zuko interrupted with a quiet

“You don’t know shit, ok? Stop acting like you know what’s going on. I appreciate the sentiment, but you really. Really. Don’t have any expertise in this particular domain.” Zuko sounded like he was staring to tear up again. Katara looked hurt, but she thankfully held her mouth. Toph however didn’t.

“I get that you’re hurt n’ all, but you really don’t have to be a bitch. We’re here for you, Sparky, not because we missed Ba Sing Sai so much, so maybe try acting like you appreciate it, and loosen up a bit.” Zuko opened his mouth to say something but Toph was quicker. “And don’t even try to tell me “Oh but I didn’t ask you to come!!” because we both know that you needed us to come and take your mind off things. I mean which one of us looks like they haven’t slept for 48 hours? Exactly. You. Now shut up and get me a cup of jasmine tea, please” She ended with an innocent smile and, for some reason, Zuko actually got up and headed towards the kitchen. Or at least that’s what Sokka thought. In the last moment, instead of going straight ahead, Zuko turned left and vanished in the back room.

“What the fuck, Toph?” Sokka stood up before he could think twice and headed in the same direction. He was going to go upstairs towards Zuko’s room but then he noticed the Fire Lord sitting expressionless in the corner of an empty staff room, knees to his chest, looking out the window. He looked like a little child that had been separated from his mother. Sokka’s heart broke a little more.

“Hey” he announced himself, in case Zuko hadn’t spotted him. His friend didn’t move, but he didn’t tell Sokka to stay away either, so Sokka slowly approached him. He sat down next to him and waited in silence. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. Sokka was looking for the right way to tell him that he’s not alone, he’s got his friends and his uncle and yeah, it sucks now, but it’ll get better, you just have to give it some time, and, the Universe knows what to do, and frankly, they didn’t even look that cute together, and it would all be ok. Instead he just said

“You look like you could use a hug.” After a few moments of silence Zuko turned to look at him and asked

“What?” in flattest tone possible, with an impossibly tired look on his face. Sokka just shrugged and went

“I don’t know, you just give me the vibes of a person in need of a hug” he said with a tiny, knowing smile.

Zuko hummed in approval and turned to face him fully. Sokka opened his arms and Zuko slowly leaned into them, carefully placing his forehead on his friend’s chest. Sokka hoped Zuko couldn’t feel his heart beating at 1000mph and concentrated on embracing him in the fiercest hug he could muster. Slowly but surely he felt Zuko relax against his strong body. After a couple of minutes he let out a soft, little, ragged sigh and Sokka thought he might die on the spot.

Though unfortunately after a while Sokka could barely feel his legs anymore and as much as he hated ruining the moment, he said in the softest voice possible

“Bro I’m sorry to interrupt but my legs are absolutely dead, so if we’re gonna keep cuddling you have to let me move a bit”.

“First of all we’re not cuddling, I’m just receiving a comforting hug from my best friend because I feel like I’m going to die alone, and second of all, no.” Sokka felt a smile forming on his face and tried his best not to let it show.

“Ok, well if you want to keep receiving a comforting hug from your best friend, you’re gonna have to move because my legs also feel like they’re going to die alone.” Zuko only huffed at that and then he lifted his head. They changed into a more comfortable position, Sokka leaning his back on the wall, and Zuko’s head under Sokka’s chin, Sokka’s arms around Zuko’s fragile looking body. After he was sure that Zuko had closed his eyes, he texted Aang “we won’t be back for a while, don’t come looking, I’ve got it under control”. He wasn’t sure he actually had it under control, but he couldn’t tell Aang that, could he now?

The two just sat there without speaking. The silence was only occasionally broken by Zuko sighing or sniffing quietly, but nothing more. After about half an hour, just as Sokka was about to fall asleep and have the greatest nap of his existence, Zuko said faintly

“It was so sudden. I never even saw it coming” He said it so quietly that Sokka almost missed it. He starting asking himself if he had only imagined it when Zuko continued. “I know her. I’ve known her for years. And she didn’t act any differently.” That was followed by a sniffle and then, “She just- Fell out of love? I guess? That’s what she said but I don’t even know if I should believe it because she looked so sad, like I was the one breaking up with her. What the fuck is up with that?” He was now fully crying again. Sokka didn’t know what to say. He had never been great at words. So he just squeezed Zuko a little harder. That seemed to work, because Zuko went on, “I know this is gonna sound really dramatic, but I honest to Agni felt like I was dying a slow painful death as she was speaking to me. That feeling died down a bit since then though” Sokka could hear a smile in his voice. Oh the world really isn’t fair, is it?

After that he fell silent again. So they spent the better part of an hour on the floor, Zuko mostly crying, Sokka’s heart breaking, but it seemed to work. A good quarter of an hour after Zuko’s last sigh, Sokka finally spoke again.

“I know that you’re hurting immensely, and that you’d rather just brood in your room right now, but I think maybe it’s time that we go back to the others. I’m sure Katara and Toph have learned their lessons and maybe Aang will even manage to cheer you up. Also, I came here to have tea, and it’s kind of hard to drink any in this position.” Zuko didn’t even seem to hear him, so Sokka nudged his head gently. All he got in response was a simple “not yet”, so he tried again.

“Dude, it’s been like 2 hours…” to which Zuko only mumbled something inaudible. Sokka decided to let it go, but then the Fire Lord stood up, dragging the former with him.

He didn’t look Sokka in the eye as he said “Thanks. I mean it.” And then left the room. Sokka followed shortly after and counted it all as a victory.

#did I just write my first fic?#yeah I think I did #can't believe the first fic ive ever written is a zukka fic #what has my life become #anyays #enjoy #atla #zukka #zuko #sokka #modern setting au

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