He Confesses To You With A Letter.

He confesses to you with a letter.

The letter was something you weren’t really ever expecting and it took you three times to read over it to fully process what it was. What he was saying.

For a moment you wondered why he just didn’t call you, or tell you how he felt in person, but then again a writing you a letter seemed like something he’d do.

It was simple, not too long; about one page of neatly written words that held so much more meaning in them than any other letter you’ve read before.

With each and every word you read your heart beat quickened until your heart was practically jumping out of your chest.

What he’d written wasn’t completely out of the blue, the connection between you was strong and something more special than you’d felt with anyone in a long time. But still you found yourself more shocked at the confession.

What stuck in your head the most was the very last line.

‘”I’ll wait for you, love. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

When you can finally think clearly again you waste no time in calling him, hands trembling as you find his contact.

“Hello?”

“I don’t want you to wait.” You words are more rushed than you’d like them to be, barely giving him time to answer before you cut him off.

“What?” You can hear the confusion lacing his voice when he speaks again. “Wait-”

“I got your letter.” You say almost breathlessly heart still pounding in your chest.

“Oh, you did?” He’s quiet for a moment and you can practically hear him tense through the phone. “And?”

“And I think you should come over.”

Your response is quieter than everything you’ve said before and for some reason you feel nervous, like you aren’t holding his literal confession in your hands.

“Want me to leave right now?”

“Yes, if you can I mean.” You stop yourself taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t think I can wait long enough for you to get my letter saying the same thing.”

“Okay, I’ll be over soon.” Just like that the uncertainty in his voice was replaced by an audible smile, one you couldn’t wait to see.

AKAASHI, asahi, KITA, semi, ennoshita, sugawara

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LETS GOOOOO i'm smiling so hard rn the day i get a written love letter is the day the world ends ig

Dragon!MC: Diasomnia, Scarabia, Octavinelle + Savanaclaw

I really really love this request! It gave me all the good feels, and I often find myself listening to Disney covers while writing this. Please be warned that there may be some discriminatory words against dragons and mentions of dragon hunts, but it's generally fluffy.

Malleus Draconia

His magic intrigued you. You were a dragon with limited magic, so you decided to keep it low. Malleus' magic oddly brings out more of your magic that you were trying to hide, and you started to notice that he too might figure it out

Malleus knew you were like him the moment he saw you. So why won't you reply to his calling magic? Did you not like him? He's pouty, wanting you notice him…

He wasn't aware that you wanted to hide. In fact, dragons in this world were regarded as powerful beings, so why were you so shy with him?

You avoiding him wasn't any better. However, Malleus knew you'd show your wings eventually… They'd ache if you kept hiding them! It was near the time of the Fairy Gala that he confronted you, but this time… he spoke in dragon tongue

'I know you understand me,' he begged, his claws popping out to comfort you. The conclusion he reached was that you were under threat by someone, and he intended to fix that

Your surprised expression was more than he needed to understand that his assumption was wrong. Instead, for your very first date, he so kindly asks that you both can transform together

The date was when Malleus brought out his most romantic side, and right before transforming, he held your hand to tell you that it was alright

When you changed, Malleus was absolutely enamoured by you. Your scales shifted in different hues of your hair colour, and your eyes were bright, as they always were when they were human… He couldn't help but coo at you, waddling over in his much bigger, magical dragon form to cuddle you under his wing

Lilia of course took pictures of the couple, it was too cute that the Prince was cuddling a much smaller, adorable form of YN [at least, small dragon in terms of Twisted Wonderland… you still towered over all the students]

He listens to your fears, and those are washed away when Malleus assures you that you would no longer be hunted, for as your and his kind here, are well worshipped…

Lilia Vanrouge

He knows even if you don't tell him you are. He's often following you around, asking about your world out of curiosity

Of course, he won't out himself just yet… If you wanted to keep it hidden, he won't mind. He'll play along, but still will uncover the said secret himself

He's not always there during your class, but a particular history lesson that discussed the story of how fairies and other magical creatures were hunted made you unbelievably squeamish

When you ran out the room, Lilia excused himself to go and comfort you, with the authority as a dorm leader and just being Lilia got him an excuse

He had an inkling about where you could be. You were part dragon after all, and he practically raised Malleus. He found you sitting in the forest, curled up with knees close to your chest

His presence was known to you, but you never brushed Lilia away, assuming that he wanted to poke fun at you for leaving class so abruptly, or for the fact that you were a freak…

His soothing voice started with calling you his dragon lady, and that surprised you. Lilia knew? Not only that, Lilia sat across from you, meeting you at eye level, asking you what got you so upset

You didn't know him well, but he was offering you a shoulder to cry on which you wholesomely accepted. The past related too closely to you, and how your kind was driven to extinction in the events of your world

You felt Lilia's fingers swipe away tears, as you began to lean into his chest, as Lilia explained his experience and that you had no fear to face in this world

Lilia did not ask you out until the very ends of winter, to which your first date involved taking Lilia to the skies as he couldn't help but cuddle your dragon form. Any onlookers who dared to strike you were faced with Lilia at full magic, with the Fae crying "That's my future wife you just shot at!"

Sebek Zigvolt

He at first, knew you were human. But you just… acted like one so much that it causes him so much confusion! Are you or are you not a human?

Silver, annoyed with Sebek's skepticism is one to point out that you could be a half-ling just like Sebek. It was then the arrow struck in his mind that maybe you were shy about your non-human half! No worries, he'll teach you to assert dominance over the humans!

He's honoured! He's quick to warm up to you, telling you of Fae cultures and what they do. He then asks about your own culture, and you are quick to tell him, but you wonder what exactly brought on the sudden mention

There were some similarities between your dragon culture and his Fae one, so the Fairy Gala was something big for Sebek, as Lilia said it'd be a perfect place to ask for what humans romantically call a date!

Well, he wouldve asked you out if it weren't for how stunned he was in your Gala outfit… He didn't even comprehend Cater taking photos of his shocked face

Some however, felt unwelcomed by your presence there. Some Faes who were invited made snide comments about you, and for as patient as you were, one comment about how you deserved to have your wings clipped brought out your claws

No one was truly hurt, except for you and your pride. Of course you ran out of the room in embarrassment, with Sebek at your heels

He too was concerned about you, but he couldn't stop the thumping in his heart that you were the same like his master! You were a dragon! He couldn't hide his blush as he comforted you, eventually stuttering out his intentions to date you

Sebek is a loud boy, and of course why would he not announce that you had the potential to singe the hairs of those who stand in your way? You had power, and others should be aware

No one dared to insult you after. On the other hand… Your Sebek decided that he should be your protector, hence training himself to one day carry you in your bigger dragon form just in case… You find it adorable though, loving to coo at him in your dragon form

Silver

Well, he's often not involved in rumours so he wasn't aware of another non-human at the school. He assumed that you were like him, a human with a lot of exposure to non-human culture, especially the way you chat with Lilia about Fae culture

He always has history class with you, so you just happen to be his project partner. He's cooperative, but often most discussions are met with silence as you focus on the reading

After two meetups of silence, he didn't understand why you were uncomfortable with the topic. He thought you might've liked it since you like talking about Fae culture…

When he points it out to you, you're at a lost for words. For how quiet Silver was, he was so considerate to you, but you couldn't give him the truthful reason about what it was

Through choked sobs, you told Silver the truth. For once, he didn't doze off, instead offering you a hug as he rubbed soothing circles into your hands, asking you to match his breathing

Lilia told him about it once. It was dreadful, making you relive the memories so once you'd calm down, he'd ask if you were okay with continuing the project. Something in Silver's heart ticked to ask about you, and he kept it hidden for now…

From asking his father, Silver was aware of his affections for you. He wasn't sure what to make of it, or whether you'd be comfortable with loving a human like him

He began to ask his master about dragon customs, and a few words in dragon tongue. Malleus gave in, since Lilia did say it happened to do with Silver's little crush on you…

The way he asked you out was in such a casual manner that you wonder if he was serious. Your ears perked up when Silver told you that he loved in your mother tongue

You and Silver slowly built a relationship, with Silver chatting more with you, and you being comfortable enough to walk around with your wings out. Of course, any insolent person that touched your wings out of curiosity would face Silver's blade, but you're enough for him to calm down

Kalim Al-Asim

He's not too aware of your secretive habits, but he wonders why you always disappear near the evening. He thought it was for rest, but Grim seems to attend Scarabia's gatherings…

He's puzzled by it, but little does Kalim know, you often escape to places of seclusion to relieve your wings of the constant pressure of being wrapped

Kalim found it odd that you were eyeing a particular winged student of Scarabia. It wasn't the expression of adoration either, simply curiosity

He can sense you have more magic than him, so why do you refuse to use a broom? Did you never learn? Well, he didn't want you to get on Coach Vargas' bad side, so he offers you out of pure intention

You really couldn't say no to your boyfriend's puppy eyes, and so you agreed. Crowley never got back to you about the exclusion from gym classes, so at the moment you were desperate to to anger Coach Vargas

Getting on the broom was easy, as Kalim was surprisingly a thorough and patient teacher as he stayed back for the weekend for you

Flying was not a foreign concept to you, but flying by wings and by broom are completely different! For a while, you could hang around the air, but your nerves got to you, causing you to slip off the broom. Out of instinct, your wings unfurled, supporting you in the air

Kalim had his arms ready to catch you, but he only caught his broom as he stared at you flying in the air. The only words that came out of his mouth was 'That's so cool!', bringing the attention of other students

In your embarrassment, you flew away, not noticing Kalim trailing behind you. Once you landed, you just had to cry in your dragon form, that was… until you felt your boyfriend wrapping his arms around one of your claws

He thought you were going to leave him. In all honesty, he doesn't care that you're human or dragon or both. You're still his YN right? So he'll love you to the end, all of you, even claws, wings and human hands…

Jamil Viper

He's familiar with people of other races, but he never anticipated that you were one of them. You and Jamil had a fairly normal relationship at first, but then came to his Overblot…

With the rest of your friends helpless, you needed a way to distract him. Off went your bindings of your wings, as you grew in size to your full dragon form, roaring at the ink that covered your boyfriend

The intimidation of you in your dragon form was a sufficient enough distraction to draw Jamil out, and in your claws, you cuddled your injured boyfriend, your own dragon tears healing him

The students nearby swore to secrecy, which was an honour in itself from Azul, but it was mainly Azul's little crush on you that convinced the twins to do so too

Once Jamil awoke, you hadn't shifted back yet, finding it about the right time to confess to Jamil about your little secret. He's surprised at your appearance, but in all honesty, he had an inkling that you weren't human anyway

He's always loved your eyes, and your eyes seem to shine brighter in your dragon form. Unlike his usual character of people getting lost in his eyes, he seems to lose himself in yours

In the aftermath, the only thing he felt guilty about was forcing you to change into your dragon form when you were uncomfortable. He spent the few days after simply having some alone time with you, where you both set boundaries of what extent you were comfortable with

In the instance that he hears someone making jokes about wing clipping or dragon hunting, he has them under his magic. Those insensitive students find themselves doing something they'd never dare to do, publicly humiliating themselves in front of the student body

Jamil loves to hide himself in your wings. He loves being close to you, and on his bad days where his vengeful thoughts get the better of him, he lets your surprisingly soft wings cuddle close to you. Sometimes, he'll even sleep near your head if you'll allow him

You love to take Jamil flying, showing him a whole new world above the clouds, as the sun dips to set with the wind comforting both of you. Jamil's one to holler about, as the thrilling ride is shared with his beloved

Azul Ashengrotto

He often finds himself thinking about you, as you often come to the Lounge to share your experimental desserts to be sold there

Jade notices Azul's sudden interest in you, and not your desserts to be sold. The moment Azul turned red when asked about his feelings for you was all the confirmation that Jade needed

As you came every week, Azul slowly chatted you up, asking about how things were before. From sharing about your hometown, you were non-human like him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it

He was hesitant when it came to that, as he didn't want to offend you. You and Azul went through thick and thin afterwards, while there was no label on it, he still remembered the way you cried over him during his Overblot

The first official date was at the ocean, around the holidays. You both mutually agreed to show your other halves, as Azul too was shy about his mer-octopus form with you

He was in his octopus form, treading the oceans to search for you, until he felt himself being picked up gently by a large claw

You were shying away in your dragon form, sinking yourself into the waters as you stared at how pretty Azul was. You didn't feel that great around him, about to apologise

Azul leaps to wrap his tentacles around your neck, his face fully red as all he did was stare at you. You both were blushing messes for half the date, before finally complimenting each other

You were simply an adorable dragon in Azul's eyes, and the mer-octopus went home to read up books about courting dragon people right, as he too wanted to make you feel as flustered as he did

You both began to not shy around each other, and you openly had your wings out. Azul makes sure that any mean comment doesn't reach your ears under his contracts, as your relationship was perfect as it is without those hateful words

Jade Leech

You as a dragon and Jade as a lover made it difficult to hide such a secret. He has you figured out within a week

However, Jade is not someone who'll force it out of you. He'll slowly coax it into you, until the words slip you out of your lips

He has a thorough chat with you, because Jade is someone who can't accept secrecy in the relationship. He expresses how anxious it makes him feel, and that you don't have to discuss it

He just wants to really know everything about you. Your past is cruel, he agrees, but he also agrees that in this world, nothing is to harm you

It takes quite a while for you to shed your completely human appearance in front of Jade, but he makes you feel as if there's nothing to hide. You're comfortable around him, showing your horns and wings

Your tiny horns make Jade coo at you, although you keep telling him that they're bigger in your dragon form. He enjoys your pouty face, but your silky wings are something else to admire too

He's the only one you let touch your wings. To anyone else, it's off limits, and Jade makes sure that it stays that way, discretely twisting the wrist of whoever got a tad bit too close to you

Jade is one to hide that he's nervous about flying with you, particularly him falling off. You eliminate that thought of his once Jade finds himself comfortable cuddling up you

He has to admit, cuddling you in your dragon form was an obsession he did not anticipate to have. He could skip classes to rest against you, if he's being honest

Jade would love to show you off to his parents. His mother would be so proud, he tells you. He's still trying to find a way to slightly scare his hometown with you in your dragon form…

Floyd Leech

He's fairly undisturbed if you really had anything to hide from him. He'd only be concerned if the secret was something that really kept you from him

You often see Floyd in the Lounge, in his merform. In all honesty, you wanted to be in your dragon form around Floyd too, but you were unsure about how everyone else would react to it

You didn't want to scare anyone, and you didn't want to have your wings clipped or your horns shaved… It made you anxious just thinking about it

Floyd often calmed you down without him knowing he did. His joyous voice as he lifts you up, calling you his cute Shrimpy makes your heart flutter

He however, is someone who loves to search for you as when he's not busy, he likes to spend his time with you. He's been meaning to confess, but he gets distracted by other random topics

One occasion just so happens to be the moment you take out your wings to relieve your shoulders. You didn't anticipate Floyd's appearance, causing such a fuss over your jacket

Floyd simply stood there, processing the scene that he's seeing. Once he returned to his senses, he was overjoyed! You were like him!

He waited for you to say something, but he didn't anticipate you to cry out of relief when he hugged you. Then he wondered if someone was really threatening you, and then asked if there's anyone he needed to squeeze

He's surprisingly good at listening to you when you asked him to. He didn't seem to react too differently when you told him that you were a dragon. His much taller form pulled you close, as he promised to squeeze anyone who dared to make fun of you. He knows what its like to have such a past of humans using other races

He went on to call you his precious Orca when you showed him your dragon form. He has yet to hug your dragon form, but it's his goal!

Leona Kingscholar

In his disputes with Malleus, and calling him a lizard, he doesn't understand why you flinch too. He doesn't understand why you act as if he's the one that's scolding you

It was a dispute that you witnessed just a month after you and Leona went on your very first date. You heard from Ruggie that he often fights with Malleus like this, but you didn't know he'd insult Malleus in that sort of way

It was ugly for sure, but Malleus was also quick to call out on Leona's idiocy [or more like his ignorance] as he asks whether or not Leona refers to you as a lizard

Leona lashed out at Malleus, claws out as he demands what he means by that. Lilia simply laughs at Leona's sudden antics, Malleus quickly brushing it off. They advise that he asks you about what they meant

At this point, you're mentally preparing yourself of what to say to Leona when he confronts you. Your boyfriend isn't angry at you, he's angry that they managed to use you against him…

He listens as you put salve on his bruises, where you explain that you're a dragon, just like Malleus, but not as powerful. You told him tht his lizard insult stung you too, and that has Leona thinking about himself

He takes time to unlearn the discriminatory things he says, and to be more considerate and understanding to dragon cultures and you

That doesn't mean that he likes Malleus. He'll be itching for a fight, but wont' say anything that's underhanded thanks to you. Malleus too catches wind of the fact that Leona understands some dragon tongue

He at first is unsure of you as a dragon, but he's proud that you're comfortable enough with him to show this side of you, and he appreciates it greatly

He finds himself napping under your wing, nuzzling his hairs against you as your silky wings cool him. He also loves the way you curl against him, in both human and dragon form

A short scenario in my writing notes that I thought I'd include

Leona: What the fuck did you say about my precious lizard?

deadlifts several thousand kilo dragon girlfriend

Leona: Fuck you

carries dragon girlfriend away

Ruggie Bucchi

He's really not against you being a non-human, but he finds himself curious about what your other half is. You don't hide it from Ruggie, telling him that you're a dragon

He's surprised that someone like him could ever attract someone like you, since he considers dragon people to be way above his class

You were never one to care, since you're not too aware what position you hold as a dragon person in the school. Someone like Malleus was held in high regard, but that's because he's a high magic user

You and Ruggie chat openly about what you had in your tribe before, from food to customs. It led to sessions of cooking where you'd teach Ruggie about the food, while Ruggie feeds you his traditional food

He then learns the reason why you kept it to yourself most of the time. He knew that humans hunted for dragons, but he never connected the dots until now

He's adamant on assuring you that no one would hurt you. For as much you were probably more powerful than him, it was adorable to have Ruggie insisting on protecting you

You were comfortable to wear your wings and horns around, albeit making Ruggie blush seeing you as pretty as you could be…

He decides to make you a dress for the Fairy Gala, to accommodate your large wings that matched your hair and a flower crown that could adorn your hair and horns

When it was finally done, Ruggie thought to propose to you on the spot. The Gala ended smoothly, perhaps Ruggie sharing a few dances with you afterwards, turning red when you told him that it was the best present you received

You were really someone he wanted to spend the future with. You are his beauty and his beast, and he loves all the sides of you, as your fairytale romance was yet on its first chapter

Jack Howl

As someone with a shifting unique magic, Jack knew that you were like him when he saw you. He never pressed on it, until you two dated that is

It was a sight to see, when you saw Jack transform with his unique magic. You couldn't help but cuddle the fluffy white wolf, who towered over you slightly

A fair bargain had to be delivered, as Jack sat in his wolf form, waiting for you to show your dragon form. He always wanted to see it, once you told him that you were a dragon

It was a beautiful transformation in his eyes, seeing the wings sprout and your body shift to shimmering scales with powerful wings, definitely bigger than his wolf form for sure

After playing a short game of chase, you both grew tired, shifting back to your human forms. This time, you kept a smaller scale of your horns and wings

He waited your explanation, as you set out the food that was hidden in the basket. He's not one to judge for hiding one's shifting form, but he at least wanted you to be comfortable enough to change around him

The past of dragon hunts is one that wouldn't be erased, but somehow Jack's gentle embrace made it alright, as if nothing was to hurt you

At school, no one dares to insult your appearance of wings and horns, not with a very tall, and snaring Jack behind you, trailing you as your lovesick puppy

Your and his favourite dates are shifting into your other forms, and racing around a vast field, with him running underneath you as you spread your wings in flight

At the end of the date, it ended with your fluffy wolf resting near your head, both curling into each other, with your larger form spooning his as he boops your dragon nose with his wolf one

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꒰ HE STOOD YOU UP PT.2 ꒱

↳ note ⨾ repost! ↳ genre ⨾ angst to fluff(ish) ↳ feat. oikawa, ushijima & atsumu ↳ parts: one :: two

ʚ OIKAWA ɞ

“y/n?” oikawa whispers into the night, facing your back beside him on the bed in your shared apartment. he’s somewhat surprised you didn’t ask him to sleep on the couch, knowing he wasn’t exactly your favorite person at the moment.

then again, you weren’t exactly saying anything to him either.

you stir a little bit, probably in your sleep, but don’t reply. it is an ungodly hour, there shouldn’t be any reason for either of you to be up.

but oikawa’s been alone with his thoughts.

“y/n,” he tries again. he reaches his hand up as if to shake you awake but decides against it. he really shouldn’t disturb you; he doesn’t need another reason for you to be angry with him. retracting his hand back to close to his chest, he stares at your back and the way your body moves up and down with each passing breath you take.

“what is it, tooru?” your voice, drunk with sleep, catches him off guard, making him blink a few times and wonder if he was just imagining it. it’s not too much of a stretch, since the man has been up since seven in the morning the day before.

“i can feel you staring at me,” you huff, shuffling around into a more comfortable position still facing away from oikawa. “what is it?”

“i’m sorry,” he blurts. he swallows thickly as he listens to the sound of your breath inhaling and exhaling.

“yeah,” you mutter, bringing a hand up to rub at your eyes. “you already said that … the past million times.”

“i mean it,” he whispers, eyebrows furrowing sadly. he wishes he could see your face.

“and how is this different than the other times,” you sigh out, probably exhausted of his apologies and empty promises.

“you could leave,” he croaks, attempting to keep the air between you quiet. “it never occurred to me until tonight that you can walk out that door and never have to deal with me again.”

you pause your moments craning your neck around but it’s too dark to see. so, you turn over, now facing the ceiling. oikawa follows suit and lays on his back, only moving his head to the side to face your side profile.

“i’d deserve it,” he continues, playing with the sheets between his fingertips. “i’ve been nothing but neglectful and haphazard with you, unknowing to the consequences for my actions. and for that, i’m sorry.”

“your words mean nothing, though,” you mumble. “after so many apologies, how can i just trust you this time?”

you’ve been so hurt, so tired of being hurt by him, you can’t believe his words.

oikawa nibbles his lip, in attempt to keep it from trembling and quickly clutches your hand with his.

“i’ll make you trust me again. there won’t be a doubt in your mind about how much i care for you.”

he doesn’t know how long you two stay like that, his hand holding yours. oikawa is just about to say goodnight (with another apology probably) and take his hand from yours to allow you back into a comfortable position, when you squeeze his hand and intertwine your fingers.

ʚ USHIJIMA ɞ

the next morning, you wake up in an empty bed. with furrowed brows, you sit up, glancing around the room in search of any remnants of your boyfriend; his closet door was open, volleyball bag hanging on the hook on the inner side of the door, signaling he must be home.

it isn’t until you peel the covers off you and slide into your slippers when you hear the distant sound of clanking pans from inside the kitchen. opening the door of your bedroom, you cross your arms in attempt to keep warm as the morning chill sends goosebumps scattering along your skin.

your feet pad toward the kitchen, now following the smell of … pancakes? eggs?

“oh, you’re awake,” ushijima announces as he sees you step into the kitchen, taking note of your confused expression. whether it’s from the morning deliriousness or the fact that he’s cooking breakfast, he can’t tell.

“don’t you have practice?” you rasp, morning voice lining your tone. you clear your throat and continue, “it’s nearly ten.”

ushijima turns away from you, looking back down at the skillet in front of him. “no practice today.”

“oh.”

the air is cold between the two of you. not only is it from the weather as winter creeps closer, but the silence, too.

“i told them i couldn’t come in.”

you nod slowly at that. “are you feeling alright, toshi? you don’t have a fever, do you?”

ushijima shakes his head firmly. “no, but i’m not alright either.” he pauses his stare at the skillet in front of him to turn to you with sad, droopy eyes. “i’m sorry i forgot about last night.”

“oh.” you’re slightly taken aback by his expression. “it’s alright, tosh, you had practice-”

“i stayed late,” he mumbles quietly, lifting the fried eggs from the skillet with a spatula and places them on a plate. shutting the stove off, he turns around fully, leaning against the counter with arms crossed. “i wanted to get a few more serves in and i forgot about our date.”

his words, truthful as they are, twist your heart uncomfortable. that’s something you could always count ushijima for: honesty.

he looks over at you with his lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. “how long did you wait for?”

“until they kicked me out,” you murmur your reply, twisting your arms behind your back.

ushijima sighs, lifting himself from leaning against the counter. “y/n, i’m so sorry. it won’t happen again.”

“okay, toshi.” you muster up a smile, gulping down the lump in your throat.

when he reaches you, he takes a side of your face in one of his large palms. he looks between your eyes, searching them and when he finds doubt, the crease between his eyebrows deepen. “you don’t believe me.”

“it’s not that,” you sigh, averting your gaze from his. “volleyball has been your number one priority since we met, and i love that! i love that you’re so passionate about something … it just…” you trail off, not knowing how to form your next words.

it hurts knowing i’m second to your career.

ushijima reads your expression clear as day. “i shouldn’t have made you feel this way,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, as he takes in your averted eyes and knitted eyebrows. “volleyball is my career,” he says firmly, “but you’re my priority. i’m sorry i haven’t expressed that as i should’ve.”

“you don’t have to say that-”

“i mean it. and i’ll prove it to you.”

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ

“y/n?”

the soft thuds against your bedroom door make you look up from the book in your lap. you hadn’t read much of it, the event that occurred a few hours prior plaguing your mind instead.

“come in.”

the door opens a few inches, just to allow atsumu to slip inside and shut the door closed behind him. he wears a deep frown on his usual confident-looking face as he stares longingly at you.

“yes?”

you notice he’s changed his clothes; where previously he was wearing a pair of joggers and an athletic jacket, he’s wearing jeans and a jacket better suited for the cold weather outside. you presume that he managed to snag the outfit form your shared closet when you slipped into the bathroom for a shower about an hour prior.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs, looking down.

“okay, atsumu,” you sigh, returning your attention back to the book in between your hands, fingers carding through a page as you attempt to reread the section for about the nth time.

he gnaws on his lower lip, keeping his eyes trained on you, waiting for the possibility that you flit your eyes up to meet his once more; maybe with that adoring gleam they always have around him.

yeah, he doesn’t think he’ll be seeing that tonight.

“i really mean it,” he announces, jutting his chin up. “what i said, how i acted, i shouldn’t have done that.”

“mm,” you hum, nodding in agreement, eyes never leaving the beige pages of the book.

huffing slightly, atsumu shuffles out of the room, leaving the door opened behind him. you’re about to call out that you much preferred it being closed but atsumu soon returns with a plastic bag in hand.

“you did eat, right?” he asks tentatively, walking closer to your shared bed. he recalls your words a few hours prior but he isn’t sure if they were just a jab in retaliation of what he’d asked you to do for him.

“yes, i ate.” your tone is clipped, making atsumu flinch slightly but slumping his shoulders he holds out his arm, gently urging your to take a peak.

“well, ‘m assuming you didn’t have any dessert so…” he shakes the bag when you don’t look inside immediately.

curiosity getting the better of you, you straighten yourself up and lean over, not before scowling at the man – he has to know you’re still not pleased with him. you use a finger to pull the bag toward you, giving you more view of the contents inside,

“ice cream?”

the man bashfully brings a hand behind his neck to rub at. “i wanted to get’ya a cake but all the bakeries are closed. i had to head to the convenience store on the corner instead.”

you don’t speak as he takes out the mini tub of ice cream and spoon, placing it in front of you on the bed. with a pressed frown, rocks on his heels.

“i’ve been a shit boyfriend lately,” he declares with a look of regret. “i’ve been an ass and you don’t deserve that. all you’ve done is be supportive of me and my career and i’ve done nothing to give you the same love back. for that, i’m sorry. i’m not asking for your forgiveness now, but i’ll make it up to you, baby, i promise.”

you stay silent for a moment as atsumu searches your face, as if a look or a twitch of your lips could tell him exactly what you’re thinking. he thinks you’ll stay silent for the rest of them, stewing with his words.

instead, you pick up the ice cream, peeling off the cover and holding it out for him, as if to share. “you got another spoon?”

and atsumu’s heartbeat relaxes and the ghost of a smile reaches his lips as he takes a seat beside you on the bed, digging into the bag for an extra spoon.

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i just feel like i needed to reblog this bc omg heartbrocken AGH i feel stabbed

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hazyspells

3 years ago

it's you — oikawa tooru

pairing: oikawa x f!reader

genre: fluff , mutual pining

a/n: this is kinda messy lol whoops. i just poured my thoughts into this :') anyway mutual pining stans make some noise. very cheesy and cliche and u know what it's okay. sometimes we all need a little cliche romance

oikawa knew he was in love with you.

he knew it since the first day he saw you, and it hit him like a truck. he knew the second your eyes shined back at him, and it was as if he could hear windchimes all around him. that day that he had run into you in an empty, eerily quiet hallway at the school after his practice, he vowed to himself that he would be with you one day.

he realized it again a couple weeks later, when it was halloween and he had finally convinced you to walk home with him for the first time. you barely spoke, your eyes a little more clouded this time, your mind was definitely running at a million miles an hour. but he watched as two little kids ran down the street beside you, already in costumes, before one slipped and fell. oikawa's palms turned sweaty as he watched you selflessly help the clumsier of the two get herself together and pick up all the candy she dropped. he wasn't oblivious to the way that you forced a smile to make yourself more approachable to the little girl.

two months later, he knew he was absolutely smitten the day that he held you while you cried, and the only thought that crossed his mind was to protect you. the rest of the world didn't matter, the fact that he was late to his practice didn't matter. all he knew was he wanted to be your rock and hold you and make sure you never felt alone again. (he was sure he would have to pick a fight with your teachers for stressing you out so much over midterms—luckily iwaizumi stopped him before his thoughts became reality.)

christmas finally rolled around. oikawa decided to do something about his emotions that were practically ready to burst. but he couldn't. he abandoned the roses he bought for you, and they shriveled on his nightstand. he didn't visit you in the romantic way that he planned, but came to you as a friend once again. despite the heat of your face, the shake of your hands, and the fact that he knew you got nervous around him, he still doubted your feelings. oikawa was an idiot, really, and he was self aware at this point.

school resumed, the sakura trees bloomed again, and your relationship remained dormant. you both weaved your way around each other, close friends yet also complete strangers. it was almost painful, the way neither of you could admit to your feelings. oikawa's fans became less overwhelming, a vast majority backing off as they realized his heart was occupied. he still choked up every time he laid his eyes on you, completely infatuated in every way. he wasn't blind to the way your breath stuttered whenever he tapped your shoulder or flashed a grin in your direction, either. in fact, your cute reactions kept him going.

at this point, oikawa was sure he was leading you on. he didn't mean to, but he wasn't sure if he could even be in a relationship with someone as beautiful as you. oikawa was insecure, much less confident and much more shy than he chose to admit. he was so afraid of failing you as a boyfriend, but he knew his insistent flirting without any obvious goal was probably hurting you even worse.

oikawa's heart ached. he could no longer handle looking at you without calling you his. every night without you in his arms became increasingly longer, he twisted and turned and ruined his meticulously made bed as you plagued his thoughts. he was sure you felt the same, and that's what hurt him the most. he wasn't able to act on his feelings. that night, he dreamt of holding you once again.

on the last day of school, you both strolled home together once again. today was the same as every other day. leave the school, take a left, walk two blocks to arrive at your house first, but the tension around you both held a different story. you chatted the same, no awkwardness laced into your conversations, but the atmosphere was new.

his eyes softened as you leaned down to pet a cat again. it had become part of your routine, but today you turned around and looked at him as you lifted the small animal. "look how cute he is," you cooed. oikawa really did not care about the cat, though. his body moved without receiving any signals from his brain, hand finding its way to your cheek.

the cat had jumped out of your grasp, leaving the two of you in the shade of a tree as oikawa gazed at you longingly, lovingly. his thumb moved its way from your soft cheek to your bottom lip as he glanced up into your eyes, silently asking for approval. the moment you nodded, oikawa was quick to lean down and place his soft lips against yours.

he hummed as he tasted strawberry, probably from the cute package of chapsticks he gifted you for your birthday. his heart practically exploded when he felt one of your hands rest on top of his, specifically the one on your cheek. a giggle left his mouth as he pulled back before diving back in, unable to get enough of you. you could feel the love in every touch, oikawa was utterly enamored by you.

maybe oikawa didn't need to confess after all.

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he deserves the world and i'm in love with oikawa SHSHAHDJJDHSJSJS i just love this boy sm

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hazyspells

3 years ago

“Y/N is giving free hugs!” [Genshin High School AU]

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, gn!reader

Warnings: Not much, not proofread, taglist not updated

Notes: I know this is such a weird idea but if kissing booths and charity dates exist then….

Personal favourite in this work: ZHONGLI, DAINSLEIF, Thoma, Xiao

Summary: During the school festival, in order to attract more customers to your class’ cafe, the idea of giving free hugs came around.

His friend had heard about it and came running to him, knowing that he has had the biggest crush on you since forever. “Y/N’s giving free hugs! Here, they’re on a schedule!” his friend shoves the flyer at him and he takes a look at it out of curiosity.

A few other students in your class are on schedule to give free hugs.

Your timeslot was 1:30 to 2:00

Aether

“Ahaha…” Aether grips the piece of paper and feels as if he started to sweat bullets. He waves his hand and laughs it off. “It’s alright, I don’t really wanna bother them. They must be really busy already,” he concludes and passes the flyer back to Lumine.

“Aether!” Lumine exclaimed. “There’s gunna be other people lining up for the hugs, you know that right?” She was exasperated, Aether could tell, and the more he thought about it the more he just didn’t want to pass up the opportunity, and so, he was in line by 1:40.

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no questions asked I WILL GIVE FREE HUGS <33 you will be given a hug

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hazyspells

1 year ago

nxx boys when fem!reader almost dies during childbirth? i’m in the mood for angst with a happy ending

ANON I'M ALSO IN THE MOOD >:) LET'S GO

ToT men when their S/O almost dies during childbirth pt. 1

headcanons + scenarios

character/s: Artem Wing, Luke Pearce

pronouns: she/her

warning/s: mentions of death, blood, pregnancy, childbirth, angst

notes: i did a lot of research as idk much abt childbirth beforehand, but i really enjoyed writing this. it took every ounce of my willpower not to give this a tragic turn SGSJHSJS i reminded myself over and over "anon wants a happy ending, anon wants a happy ending" so here u go

You can find Marius and Vyn's parts here. comments and rbs are appreciated <3

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Nxx Boys When Fem!reader Almost Dies During Childbirth? I’m In The Mood For Angst With A Happy Ending

No matter how busy work had been at the firm, Artem never once made you feel neglected during the whole course of your pregnancy

He would check on you after every hour whenever he's at work, asking you what you're feeling, or if there were sudden signs that signal your labor

At this point he might as well not be bothering with paperworks with how his thoughts always fly to you and your well-being

Especially now that you're nearing your due date

He was so worried that he issued you a maternity leave even if you're being stubborn about it, he can't risk any danger when it comes you and the child

A week before your child is due, he also took a leave to keep an eye on his soon-to-be family. He doesn't want you to do anything on your own, always doting on you every step of the way

He's been making sure that everything would go smoothly. So, what could go wrong?

Artem gently placed the side of his head on your belly, feeling the little guy's kicks that's currently causing the ache on your abdomen as the rays of sunlight coming through the window kissed his blithe features. The soft breeze of the wind hits your face with a lighthearted caress, in contrast to the painful contractions that had gradually showed itself since last week.

"Are you feeling a little better?" He gazed at your eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort.

You flashed a languid smile, "It throbs harder everyday, but I can manage," You rubbed your hand on your belly, the other smoothing Artem's hair, "He keeps getter bigger," You chuckled, "We'll meet him soon."

Artem lifted his head up and beamed beside you on the bed, "Yes, soon. I'm excited as you are, love," He placed his hand on the back of your head to pull you closer, "I can't wait to raise this family with you. I promise to be the best husband and dad you two could ever ask for." He murmured on your hair, as he took a breath to take in your scent, "I wonder who he'll look like?"

You were about to coo at him when you felt something burst on your nether regions, "Artem!" you felt a gush of water and a trickle of blood down your legs, wetting the sheets beneath you, "The sac has ruptured," You panted rapidly, the sharp ache on your back intensifying, "Ah!" you yelped, the contractions keep tightening on your stomach.

Realization hit you when your eyes saw red staining the bed, "Artem, Why is there blood? Isn't this supposed to be just water?" You panicked as you clung to Artem. Your eyes widened as disheartening thoughts fill your head, What will happen to the baby?

With precise movements to not hurt you any further, Artem lifted you up, his arms on your shoulder and at the back of your knee, "It's going to be alright, Y/N. Let's get you to the hospital." He reassured you even when you can see panic dancing full-circle in his cerulean eyes. He's terrified.

The trip to the hospital in Artem's car was full of comforting whispers and words of reassurance, he didn't know if it was effective, because he was too focused on keeping his calm and to remain logical. He then called the hospital's number so they can immediately attend to you once you arrived.

As soon as Artem stepped foot inside the hospital he quickly alerted the nurses about your situation, they hurriedly complied and immediately set you up on the delivery room.

While all of these are taking place, you can't shake up the thought that's wallowing in your head, Is my son okay? You can't even ask these words out loud, the contractions in your uterus is too excruciating to bear, eliciting a wail from you every minute or so. Artem squeezing your hands for comfort the whole time.

After some moments, the doctor was finished assessing your situation. With gritted teeth, he announced to everyone in the room in full volume, "Cesarean section. Everyone gather up!" Upon hearing this, the nurses became even more alert as they hurriedly went on to get instruments that you barely recognize.

Artem perked up from the doctors words. Cesarean? Then he sked the question that's been eating up both your sanity, "What's wrong?" His brows furrowed, "Will they be alright?"

As he anxiously waits for the doctor's response, the nurses kept murmuring alerted words to each other, implying that what had happened to you isn't normal, stressing Artem out even more.

"Sir, let's take this outside. We're going to perform a surgery, it's preferable for you to be in the lobby."

Artem casted a look towards your worn out body, eyes completely showing panic, yet he complied and went outside.

"Sir," The doctor called firmly, "It appeared as though her placenta had been seperated from her uterus. This is called placental abruption, and may cause shock if left untreated." The doctor calmly replied as the nurses kept moving in a speed Artem didn't know possible.

What?

His blood ran cold.

"Are you..." He trailed off, "Are you saying she'll die?" Artem's words came flying out of his mouth before he could even think. His blue orbs gaping at your pale form in great devastation through the room's window, his voice cracking.

"No- sir. I'm saying that's a possibility."

"She's still bleeding so much..." Running his hands on his hair, he gaped at red pooling under your form in horror. Everything is red. Your once clean clothes are now bathed in your own blood.

"Yes, we will perform transfusions to prevent blood loss and greater complications. Please calm down, sir. I need to go now."

Alright. Calm down. Artem closed his eyelids, and took a deep breath, Your wife and son might die in front of your eyes, but calm down. Trust the professionals. He tried to convince himself, but the red surrounding you not leaving his mind.

"Please. Please save her." He begs with a crack in his voice, eyes distressed as the situation crashed down on him like a ton of bricks, with trembling hands he whispered, "I love them than my own life." He clenched his chest with his hand, he could kneel right now if he has to. "I don't think I can take it if i ever lose one, or both of them."

The doctor turned to open the door, "Will do, sir." Those words did nothing to ease the grief that's piling up in Artem's heart. His wife and his son, the two people he swore to protect, seems so far away.

His angel hasn't even been born yet. Artem felt hopeless as he leaned on the wall, mind racing. You could die and all he can do is watch. And wait. Wait until he hears either the news of the surgery's success or your impending death.

Head in hands, Artem waited. Eyes staring blankly on the floor.

His sense of reality is slipping away by the moment. Yet he knows he needs to remain strong for his family's sake. He's the father, after all.

So he kept waiting. Without letting the dam break, he waited.

What had gone wrong? He kept pulling out his hair, Am I not cautious enough? He let out a huff as he kept tapping his foot in exasperation.

The hours ticked, the hues of the sky began to change, people began coming back and forth, and he still waited.

After for what seemed like eternity, the door opened.

Faster than lightning, Artem stood before the doctor and desperately searched their face for signs if you had lived or not, "How is the operation?" voice raspy from the lump in his troat, Artem swallowed in anticipation.

"Sir," The doctor grinned, and Artem felt hope spark like fireworks in his whole being, "They're both alive and well."

His once sullen eyes soften, and a smile of relief washes over him in waves, "I owe you their life." He was truly thankful. You and his child are alive. He can be at peace now.

"No need sir, it's part of my job," The doctor then gestured inside, "you can come in now. I'm sure you're the one they need the most."

They. Artem's eyes lit up at the word.

Artem peeked at the door, his eyes meeting your exhausted ones, an IV line attached to you, giving you life, "Look, Artem..." you were holding the baby to your chest, even amidst your tired disposition, you smiled with fondness at the newborn.

Seeing this sight made Artem's heart swell beautifully, "Love of my life," he made his way to your side and gently kissed your forehead, you felt his utter relief and sweetness in his warm kiss alone, "I'm so glad the two of you are alive." He smiled as he sat at the chair just beside your bed.

"You should rest," The doctor intercepted, "You can let your husband carry your son in the meantime."

"Of course," You beamed as you handed Artem the little bundle of joy, "Artem, our baby," You grinned so wide your cheeks were going to burst, "I'm just so happy right now, I," You can't control the emotions washing over you when you realized that this is it, a family with Artem, "I love you so much Artem." You gazed at him, eyes beginning to feel droppy, you reached out to his face to rub circles on his cheeks.

"Stay with me forever?" You blurted out in the heat of the moment, but you didn't mind. You truly wanted to stay forever with Artem.

From your words, Artem felt tears pooling his eyes. He's not an emotional person per se, he never was - but from what had happened, he can't help but to cherish this moment.

What did he do to deserve you? "You didn't have to ask. I'll stay with you forever no matter what." As he said those words, your eyelids started to get heavy, a peaceful slumber dawning on you.

"She lost 4 liters of blood." The doctor declared as he adjusted the instruments around you.

Artem's eyes were as wide as saucers.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Now Artem isn't one to curse - but hearing straight from the doctor's mouth how much you suffered, he couldn't stop himself from feeling so helpless.

You struggled alone back there.

In his eyes, you're the bravest person in the world right now. More than pity, more than the sorrow he feels, he admires you.

You had always been admirable.

"I love you... I love you so much my love..." As he watched your unconscious body breath in and out, clearly showing signs of life.

Knowing that he can feel your warmth, that he can feel that you're still here with him when he thought you would slip away, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

He let the tears he had been holding back for so long spill out to his cheeks as he looked at his little angel, his beloved child, in his arms. His eyes traveled the baby's face, seeing your sacrifices in the delicate features.

"I'm so glad..." He's going to make sure to show all of his love possible to his child, as he kissed his forehead filled with promises of the future.

He's the happiest guy on earth when he first heard that you were pregnant

HE'S GOING TO BE A DAD!?!?

WAIT AND THEY'RE TWINS!?!?

LITTLE WATSONS ARE GOING TO BE RUNNING AROUND REAL SOON!?!?

This is a VERY important event for him

Naturally he's going to be extra caring of you, well, he has always been a caring person but he's taking it to another level rn

He even began learning to cook more healthy food for you! He'll really do anything for you and the baby

Even if his time is short, he wants to do everything he can for you to make it count

"I'm gonna live my life like everyday's the last" type of shi :(((

He has loved you all his life and always will. even in his remaining days, he would still pour all of that love to you, unchanging

The both of you are trying your best, and he knows he's being overprotective so he didn't think that something so life-threatening would happen to you and his lil watsons

You woke up in cold sweat as the dim light of the room filled your vision, your body feels like it's burning up. Hands instinctively flying to your forehead, you grimaced at the sudden spike of heat. You have a fever.

While pregnant.

Your mind reeled, it was almost your due date, what are the chances of having a fever almost before labor? Despite your increasing worry, and the throbbing headache that makes you just want to lay in bed, you still have half the mind to take care of yourself.

Even with weakened arms, you managed to push yourself up the bed, groaning at the increasing pounding in your head.

You tilted your head to the side to be met by a dozing Luke. His ginger locks were sprawled on his pillow, soft snores emanating from his parted lips, his shirt hiked up high enough to reveal his muscled stomach as he slept like a log.

You find yourself giggling through the various pains you feel throughout your body. He just looks so adorable.

After a few moments, you helped yourself up off the bed, careful not to make extra movements as not to wake Luke. He had been working on a lot of cases lately, you didn't want to disturb his awaited rest.

Your wandering feet made it's way to the kitchen, the cold floor hitting your heated skin. You walk with wobbly steps, almost stumbling if not for the support of the walls your hands had found it's way to, the baby bump kept giving you contractions, adding to the flames of pain that your head permeated.

You got yourself a glass of water, the liquid felt a little dry on your mouth, you were so thirsty.

Halfway through the drink, you felt a particular sharp pain on your abdomen that shook your entire core, "AHHHHHH!" You lost your grip on the glass, it's broken pieces now scattered across the floor.

"Y/N!" as soon as your scream evaporated in the air, you saw Luke rushing towards you like his life depended on it. Bed hair and all, fast reflexes hauled you into an embrace, his eyes scanned your body for any injuries, hues widening when he felt your heat on his bare arms, "Shit, you have a fever," He tugged at your arm gently, "we should get you checked up."

You followed him in a haze, "I'm worried luke," You cringed, the pain coming in shorter intervals, "I'm not suposed to have a fever. What if this affects the baby? Luke, we could lose them! "

"Shhhh," He cupped your cheeks and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, "Relax, love. I'll make sure you're safe alright? The three of you." With furrowed browns, and a stern expression that contradicted his words, he began carrying you bridal style.

When you got to the hospital Luke was all shouting, amidst the excruciating pain that your whole body is feeling you heard him scream a "Please help us!"

As if on cue, almost every nurse present in the lobby dropped what they were doing and rushed to get a stretcher to guide you to the delivery room.

"I have a fever." You immediately choked out as soon as the doctor arrived in the room. The nurses looked at each other. Realizing your situation, the doctor quickly ordered the nurses to turn on the ultrasound to examine what had gone wrong.

After some minutes, the doctor's brows furrowed before her eyes widened in apprehension, "Set up FHR monitoring, now!" Her voice echoed loudly throughout the four corners of the room, making everyone move at a speed you could only pinpoint as alarmed, "This is a fetal distress case, everyone be alert! " Some of the nurses' heads turned to the monitor, upon seeing what's happening inside you, they let out a troubled gasp.

Luke was bewildered, the nurses were all shuffling in frenzy, screams spilling out of their mouths as they ordered the other what to do.

Luke swallowed the lump in his throat, the atmosphere screamed of danger and seriousness, it was making his heart dishearted with every beat.

"Sir, we need you to go outside. An operation is about to commence." A nurse suddenly said from beside him. "I'll explain the situation outside."

Luke casted a glance on your weakened state, your breathing rapid as you pant, you were clutching on your stomach as you hiss in pain every now and then. "Y/N. You'll be alright." He cupped the side of your face, "You're strong." You smiled at his words, and that's all he needed to see before leaving you to go outside.

"So," Luke crossed his arms, unspoken panic in his eyes, "What happened?"

The nurse looked at him straight in the eyes as she declared, "The monitor showed us what was happening to your children inside, the umbilical cords were wrapped around their necks. This might cause asphyxia, they could be pronounced as stillbirth from suffocation."

His crossed arms began to loosen, falling to his sides limply, "What?" He gaped. They could what?

"Both the mother and child are at dangerous risk." She pressed her lips tightly, "They could lose their lives."

What?

The doctor's words reached his ears with a pang, he suddenly can't speak, it felt like someone had stabbed him in the back.

All he felt at that moment was cold.

He was silent for a few moments, eyes cast down, shadows hovering his face, his eyes began to water but he held everything back in with a sniffle, pressing the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"Then," He choked out, fighting back a sob, "Can you save them? The three of them?" His lips trembled as a heavy lump formed in his throat, unable to swallow it, he forced his words out of his blocked windpipe, "My most precious people? "

"You can count on us," The nurse gave him an encouraging smile, "We will perform a cesarean section so the babies can be safely let out to breath," She turned to get back to the delivery room, "We ask for your patience, sir. Be strong for your wife."

Still sniffling, he replied with a forced smile, "Of course." He says that, but no one knows how much he wanted to break down right now. The thought of you and your children dying first before him never crossed his mind before.

But now that the situation presented itself before him, he can't help but laugh.

So this is how it feels when you're about to lose a loved one, huh.

Realizing what he just thought, he quickly slapped his cheeks, They won't die. Y/N is strong. Stronger than I give her credit for.

He knows he should have faith, but the unknown just scares him so much. He thinks about your eyes filled with light. Alive. Shining brightly at him when he needs it the most.

But now, as his mind flashed images of your bedridden form, the possibily of life leaving your body filled his senses. You laying there cold, you laying there dead. Along with his beloved children.

He can't take it.

He just sat there as the quiet midnight hours pass by, the eerie and dead silence of the night adding up to his cruel thoughts, as he gritted on his fingernails.

He can hear the panicked shouting of the doctors inside the room, he can't help but to think what you're feeling right now. Is it painful? Can you bear it?

He just wants to carry your burdens, if only he's the one who could experience this, it wouldn't be so bad. As long as you weren't hurting, that's always enough for him. You're the one he had always longed to have a future with, please do not take this away from me.

He silently wished for your well-being the whole time he was waiting. After for what seemed like an eternity, the doctor finally came out, her lips turned up in a smile, "Operation success, Sir. You can go inside now."

Luke's expression turned into a 180, from sullen eyes to smile as bright as the sun, with blush coating his cheeks he said enthusiastically, "Thank you so much, doc!"

Like a child, he marched up to you, almost enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug, but he stopped himself when he realized it'll do more harm than good.

As he sat on the chair beside your bed, he can't help but praise you for being so strong, "You did well, my watson." He rubbed sooting circles on your cheeks, making you smile.

"I was scared," you confessed, "I saw how the umbilical cords were wrapped on our babies' necks." You looked at Luke with shaking eyes, "I thought it was all over for me."

"Hey," Luke gave you a peck on the cheeks, "I'm here. I won't leave you alone to deal with all of this." He then moved his warm lips to yours and pressed a firm kiss, "Your burden is my burden. Let's be strong together for our children, Y/N." You smiled as you pecked him on the lips back.

"Here they are! Little cuties!" Two nurses approached the two of you, your bundle of joys in hand.

"This one's the boy," The nurse handed him to Luke, "This one's the girl." You wrapped your arms around your baby in a warm embrace, forgetting all the pain that you fekt earlier when you saw thei faces.

"Whoa!" Luke blushed as he cradled mini Luke in his strong arms, "He's so cuuuute!" Luke gushed with sparkle in his eyes as he started humming a song for the baby, "I know you'll be handsome, but please don't be a heartbreaker one day!" Luke made a stern face on the innocent boy, making you chuckle with delight.

Not for long, the two of you decided to swap the babies you're carrying, the little girl now in Luke's arms.

"Y/N. You resemble her." He beamed at you, "She's so cuuuute!" He gushed again and you let out a snort. Looking at him, your minds drift to the distant future filled with moments like these.

Luke continued cradling the baby with tenderness, "This is the best day of-"

"Luke, I love you so much." You suddenly blurted out, "You're my other half, I don't know what I'd do without you. Thank you for always being here." You gazed at him lovingly, "I love you so much..."

Heat flared his cheeks but he mirrored your expression, "Y/N, I love you too. I will do everything I can to protect you. I'll even risk my life if I had to!"

"Please don't. I want you to be alive and happy." You turned to the baby in your arms, taking in his features.

Luke smiled bitterly as he watched the lighthearted scene before him, alive and happy, huh?

I'm sorry Y/N. You'll be heartbroken. He knows it.

Brushing off the negative thoughts, he went on the cherish this moment right here, right now, without worrying about the future.

I'll love you forever, even after death.

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hazyspells

3 years ago

atsumu had been quite good at keeping his morale up, one way or another he lifted himself up from the lowest of lows and kept going. he had always wanted to be the backbone of the relationship.

but recently he really didn’t feel up to it… sometimes things just get, well… overwhelming.

practice after practice… day in day out… things were in a constant loop?

things that people comment online, the constant pressure to be outstandingly good in every match. he couldn’t handle it, being in the limelight was always appealing to him.

the fans, the chanting of his name as he walks out onto the court.

but sometimes even stars need a little break…

crying in the club’s locker room was never top of the to do list for ‘tsumu that day, but after a particularly demanding day with a painful defeat to top it all off, he couldn’t help but let himself go,

he was never a pretty crier.. his nose always went runny and the tips of his ear and his nose turned a bright red…

hearing the club door open he composed himself a little. when you walked in your soft voice and words of comfort made his heart swell with love.. how did he deserve you? he asked himself that everyday.

nestling his head into your neck he pulled you down onto his lap, he re-assured you that he was completely fine, with you kissing his tears away, your soft breath lapping over his eye lids.

having tough days may be horrible but you and your words of encouragement were always there for him to bring him up when he couldn’t himself.

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best part about this is that i totally would do that

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hazyspells

2 months ago

after the war, katsuki is sosososo SO much softer.

and he's so good at dealing with your tantrums and little hissy fits. he's so gentle and patient, letting you scream and threaten him cuz he knows none of that shit's true. he does draw the line when you start angry crying though, he hates that, won't sit through it cuz it literally hurts him.

dont get me wrong though, he definitely lets you know when you're being a pain in the ass over nothing. he humbles you, but never tries to embarrass you, or make you feel belittled. he loves you gently and truly, because that's what he unknowingly needed before he met you.

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hazyspells

2 years ago

When You and Katsuki Argue

Pairings: Bakugou x fem!reader

Genre: angst, comfort

Warnings: Cursing, Bakugou making you cry??

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A/N: My requests are open! <3

You and Katsuki were on your way back home from Kirishima and Mina’s house warming party, let’s just say you and Bakugou were at each other’s throats during the whole party. Kirishima took Bakugou outside to get fresh air, and Mina took you in the kitchen to calm down as well. The reason why you and Katsuki were fighting was over the most unbelievable thing, it was usually like that but this time was just not the same as the other fights. Katsuki drove you both home and it was dead silent and awkward, you were looking out the window and snuggled into the seat avoiding to make eye contact with your boyfriend. “So now you aren’t gonna talk to me?” His gruff voice spoke out, “What do you think?” You spat back at him making him scoff “You are acting like a child right now.” You rolled your eyes “Oh really, like you weren’t at the party?” “You we’re the one that started all that fucking bullshit!” He raised his voice, “You were the one that started it you dumbass!” Bakugou chuckled in annoyance making your eye twitch, “Jesus fucking Christ, it’s like you play victim all the god damn time we argue.” You mouth dropped “Excuse me?” You spat at him, “You fucking heard me.” There was a stop light giving Bakugou more time to throw vicious words at you, “You always wanna blame me for shit that you started, then you wanna play the fucking victim. Well guess what princess, that shit isn’t gonna work all the fucking time.” He gave you a sarcastic smirk before turning his eyes back on the road, your eyes widened at his words. You felt a lump growing In your throat as tears clouded your vision, you sniffled making Bakugou jump back to look at you. He winced as he saw your broken feature, “Baby, w-wait I- “D-don’t.” You flinched as he reached for you, you turned your body away from and snuggled into ball. You sniffled and hiccuped the whole ride home making Bakugou’s heart break,Bakugou cursed at himself.

Bakugou pulled into the driveway of your home, he turned off the car before looking at you. He leaned his hand on your back rubbing soft circles, you flinched at his hand before relaxing slightly. “Baby.” You didn’t answer, you sat up slightly before reaching for the door of the car to get out “Hey, babe wait.” You ignored him as you got out the car to walk to the door of the house, you didn’t even bother to close the car door. Bakugou sighed before rubbing his hand over his face groaning “You’re such a fucking idiot.” He cursed at himself before getting out the car, he saw you leaning against the wall waiting for the door to open. Bakugou had the house keys making you grumble in annoyance, Bakugou closed your side of the door before walking towards the door of the house where you were waiting. Bakugou looked at you with frown as he saw your tear stained face, Bakugou unlocked the door. As soon as the door opened, you dashed inside. Bakugou looked up at the sky groaning again, he knew he fucked up.

Bakugou decided to give you time to relax before speaking to you, you locked yourself in your shared bedroom as Katsuki was downstairs preparing himself to apologize. His heart broke hearing you hiccup slightly, Bakugou just wanted to kiss you and hug you tightly. He build enough courage to walk upstairs and finally talk this through, he knocked on the door before speaking. “Babe, it’s me, can we talk please?” “Go away.” Bakugou heard the tears in your voice and felt like a dick “Please baby, I wanna apologize for how I acted. I think we both misunderstood each other princess.” You sighed quietly before unlocking the door and opening it, you crossed your arms and looked down at your feet. Not bothering to look at him. “Thank you baby.” He sighed in relief, before reaching out to hold your face. You shrugged away making Bakugou frown, he reached for you again. “Hey, look at me.” He said softly, you shook your head as you hiccuped. “Babe, please?” You sighed before slowly looking up at his crimson red eyes, Bakugou winced seeing your teary red eyes. “Baby… I’m sorry for blaming you for the whole incident, I think we both made a mistake.” He wiped your tears with his thumb before leaving a long loving kiss on your forehead “I-I’m sorry.” You whimpered, “Hey, stop don’t apologize.” “But I started this bullshit, I- I’m the reason that we fought at the party, I ruin everything.” You began to cry more, Bakugou pulled you into his chest making you sob. He hushed you quietly as he rubbed your back and kissed your temple multiple times. “Y/N, this whole thing isn’t your fault. We both didn’t listen to each other, we misunderstood our wording baby. I’m sorry for saying that it’s your fault when it wasn’t. I shouldn’t have said that, I just got caught up with us fighting and the frustration.” He rubbed your shaky back as you inhaled his scent, his sweet caramel scent calming you. “I-I forgive you Katsu.” You looked up at him, he looked down at you giving you a soft smile. “Thank you babe, I forgive you as well.” He leaned down to kiss you once, twice, then three times making you giggle. “I love you, you know that, right?” He said as he swayed your bodies back and forth softly “Yes, Katsuki, I know that.” You chuckled making him chuckle back, “Just next time, can you please control what you say?” You said with a slight nervousness, Bakugou ran his fingers through you hair before speaking. “Yes babe, I promise.” “Good, because if you pull that shit again, I’ll cut your dick off.” Bakugou chuckled “Roger that sweets.”

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