X : BANDAGED HEART :*+ﾟ

I'm bursting because tHIS IS AMAZING-

Don’t worry, there are NO spoilers ahead! These are just the tribe designs I’ve given for each SEA countryhuman inspired by the movie.

Edit: also didn’t mean to put the extra E in “Timor-Leste” idk what happened 😆😭 hope u don’t mind that- I worked really hard on the designs themselves. 🤭💃

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Additional Info if you’re confused (if you haven’t watched the movie yet, don’t worry I won’t give any major spoilers):

Kumandra is the name of the land where the movie “Raya and the Last Dragon” takes place, hence the name of the AU. It’s separated into different tribes/regions as you can see here.

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I planned out where each of the SEA countries would fit into what tribe to make things easier (mostly based on their personalities and locations). I know that all of these tribes have combined all the aspects and cultures of the South East Asian countries all together, and no specific country is referenced in each tribe. I did this just for fun!

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I had so much fun drawing these because the movie gave me so much inspiration and motivation. Hope you guys are looking forward to it hehfjd-

Don’t put any spoilers in the comments for those who haven’t watched it yet!💃

#countryhumans #countryhumanssingapore #countryhumansmalaysia #countryhumansindonesia #countryhumansphilippines #countryhumansmaphilindo #countryhumansthailand #countryhumanscambodia #countryhumanstimorleste #countryhumansasean #countryhumansmyanmar #countryhumanslaos #countryhumansvietnam #countryhumansbrunei

#asean

#CHkumandraau

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pt. 1 | pls i had to continue it

word count: 2.2k

cw: angst, so much angst. with a happy ending though

It seemed impossible to just forget. Forget about the warmth you felt when Kuroo would glance over his shoulder to check on you when you were out in a group and he was walking ahead with some of his friends. Forget about the speeding heart rate when he’d put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he teased you or pointed at some building you used to get dinner at in your sophomore year.

You tried to fill your mind with distractions anyway and forced yourself to stop replying to his messages as soon as you saw them. But it hurt. Pushing him away like that, seeing his profile picture pop up less often in your notifications as he seemed to get the hint, understand that you needed space.

Your chest tightened and ached when he asked you how you were holding up, his picture grinning up at you mischievously, which you had always found so damn cute. You were smiling back at it without realizing and chastising yourself when you did notice.

Kuroo changed his profile picture then, his face no longer there and you felt your stomach drop at that. It stung in particular when a new message popped up in your notifications that read, ‘wanna talk to me?’

You knew it had been a matter of time before he wanted answers from you, an explanation for the cold shoulder you were giving him. Thinking your attempt to get over him might’ve been obvious.

“There you are.”

He looked different, worn out somehow. It was the first thing you noticed when you approached him in the cold evening air, his back resting against his car as he pocketed his phone without another glance at it.

Slight dark circles were beginning to show underneath his eyes and the thick, black strands of his hair were pointing at various directions, all messy and disheveled—just like in your freshman year when he didn’t even bother to get rid of his ridiculous bedhead yet. A wave of nostalgia flooded right through you at the sight.

“I was starting to think you hated me.”

Kuroo smiled at you, a little shy and uneasy and you couldn’t blame him. It was you who had started to reach out less, after all. Like you were mad at him. That stupid crush you had was your problem, yet you only hurt him in the process of getting over it.

What a friend you were, best friend no less. You were a fraud.

“No one could ever hate you.” And you meant it. He was a good person, caring and loving, albeit a bit annoying. Yet that ambitious, honest side of him was admirable and attractive, automatically causing you forgive him for teasing you so often.

“Eh,” Kuroo shrugged and a more genuine grin eased into his face. It relaxed you, corner of your lips pulling up as your chest began to feel lighter, warmer.

Gosh, you’d missed him so much.

He seemed to share your thoughts because he reached for you with an arm, nodding you over with that smirk of his that made you want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

“Get over here then.”

Why wouldn’t you? He was your best friend, after all. The person you were closest to, who you trusted the most.

You let yourself get pulled into an embrace with a choked laugh, and relief and guilt washed over you simultaneously. He held you close, arms wrapped around your shoulders and chin resting atop your head—like he always did when you needed comforting.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on now?” Kuroo tried to seem nonchalant in the way he asked, looking up at the steadily darkening sky, but you knew him well enough to assume he was feeling as nervous as you were. Maybe even scared of the things you’d say. You were, anyway.

You didn’t even know what you could say. Hadn’t you tried to save your friendship by working on getting rid of your feelings for him? Didn’t he already know after what happened last time you were out at night?

“Don’t you already know?” You grumbled out loud then and felt him huff in amusement.

“Dummy,” he grinned and loosened his grip on you, allowing you to step away from him with downcast eyes. “How am I supposed to know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours if you won’t talk to me?”

Oh.

No, don’t say things like that so casually.

Your chest tightened and you began to feel that familiar lump form in your throat.

“I can’t just say it, though,” you breathed, fogging up the air as you crossed your arms, starting to feel the cold creep into your skin. “It’ll change everything.”

Kuroo didn’t respond right away, merely let out a breath and turned to lean against his car again. He folded his arms over the roof, chin rested on the crook of his arm. The erratic throb of your heart made it difficult to meet his hazel eyes that were undoubtedly peering up at you.

“Is change really that bad?”

—hm?

“Yes it is,” you retorted, risking a glance at him with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s scary.”

But he merely shrugged, playful smirk forming on his lips as if to say, ‘so what?’ It felt natural to fight the urge to bump your fist into his side because he was starting to get smart with you.

“Haven’t things changed already?”

You turned around with a huff and mimicked the way he leaned over his car. It was easy to ignore the way your elbows touched in the process and you forced yourself to hold his gaze this time. Careful anticipation evident in it.

Were you able to express the very same thoughts and feelings you had been trying to get rid of the last few weeks? As a sigh eased out of you, you realized that maybe you weren’t and the wild hammering of your heart didn’t help you in any way. But Kuroo just smiled at you, encouraging and gentle. He would never pressure you to just come out with it.

“I’ve been trying to get over someone,” you whispered then, averting your eyes after all. You became hyper aware of the pounding in your chest and felt like hiding your face in your folded arms but he stopped you. His hand reached out to you, fingers grasping your arm and your eyes flitted to his.

“Someone..?”

“You,” you breathed, and there it was. A half-assed confession because you were tired of feeling this way, like your lives had come to a halt because of these dumb feelings. You knew they weren’t reciprocated, not with him continuously trying to set you up with all kinds of people, finding entertainment in the way you’d get flustered around them. ..when it was really him that had made you react like that.

Kuroo didn’t say anything for a while and his gaze had lowered to your arms, to the spot he was grasping you loosely. There was a slight crease between his brows and you felt your blood drain from your face at the sight. You knew it.

“You know,” he began suddenly, as if sensing that you were about to shut off, “I had a feeling that it was something like that.”

Your mind was spinning. Something like that. It was no use, you had to mentally prepare yourself to not seem too bothered when he’d tell you he didn’t see you like that. That you were just a friend to him, however dear.

“And it got me thinking.” Kuroo paused, and you held your breath.

His eyes settled on you once more as a gentle smile rested on his lips and you felt your mouth go dry, heartbeat uncontrollable in your chest.

“I realized that I’d get real sad if you kept pushing me away.”

“But you don’t see me that way,” you finished for him, a bit hastily, eyes lowered on his smile, throat tightening with another lump as you nodded. “Got it.”

Of course he didn’t. He was good to you, caring and attentive, as a good friend should be. But that didn’t mean he owed you anything beyond that. Which is why you didn’t want to pursue it, knowing that it was hopeless either way.

Why ruin a good friendship over some stupid feelings?

“Uh no, that’s.. not true.”

His face was out of focus when you looked up at him, tears clouding your sight as you stared, incomprehension apparent. Because.. what the hell?

Kuroo instinctively moved closer at the sight of your watering eyes and his hand on your arm twitched, wanting to reach up but he held back.

“You’re so damn confusing,” you half laughed, half sniffled, shaking your head. Your fingers felt cold against your skin as you wiped the tears away, still trying to comprehend what he’d said. “If you tell me you feel the same I’m gonna kick you.”

Obviously, you were joking. But then you noticed Kuroo cocking an eyebrow, accompanying the smile that made him just so.. annoyingly irresistible.

He couldn’t possibly..

“What if I showed you, then?”

He couldn’t.. right?

You didn’t move away when he inched closer slowly, your heart thrumming intensely against your rib cage. He raised a hand to brush his knuckles over the skin of your cheek, a delicate touch, fingers grasping and reaching forward to get a gentle hold of the back of your head.

“I often thought about doing this,” he breathed, your foreheads nearly touching, “whenever it was just us and you’d look at me like that.” His gaze was locked onto your lips, trailing the curve of them with the thumb of his other hand, your breath hot against his fingers.

“Why have you never—?”

“Was overthinking,” he tapped your forehead with his index finger, “just like you.”

He was kidding, right?

Though the way he gently tipped your head back to meet him in a soft kiss told you otherwise. It felt unreal, your nerves blanking as you grasped his jacket, fingers clutching the fabric desperately.

There was a small noise at the back of your throat when he moved his lips against yours with purpose, savoring you. You could barely feel your legs, your own weight suddenly too much. Gasps leaving your mouth as his hand guided your face closer to him, feeling his breath hot on your skin when his other arm wrapped around your waist to hold you tight, keep you from just slumping down.

You still couldn’t believe it. Your heart was racing, your mind spinning, your breath hitching. Leaning every emotion you got into the kiss you didn’t feel the tears until your lungs squeezed out a sob, surprising the both of you.

Kuroo separated from you in an instant, confusion and worry clear in his expression, looking like you had actually kicked him. But you threw your arms around his neck before he could say anything.

“Wha—” You hugged him tightly then and buried your face into the crook of his neck with another sob you couldn’t help.

“I’m so happy,” you exhaled. But your inner self was in disarray—happiness, relief, confusion mixing together. His touch was comforting and you felt yourself relax as one arm reached around your form to hug you back, hold you close. It didn’t feel so strange, as if it was always meant to be like this. To simply hold you and wait for you to release all those emotions you had bottled up for who knows how long.

Kuroo had been scared of change as well, truth be told. That tiny voice in his head had warned him from following his instincts whenever he held you close, with you staring up at him like nothing else mattered. No one else. The voice telling him not to ruin this connection he felt with you. It could end so badly, after all. The two of you could end up like his parents, and he would end up losing you—you, sweet you.

When you started to detach yourself from him, it felt scarily real.

He didn’t like not having you around, even if just temporarily. Didn’t like not being part of your life when another difficulty plagued your mind, because he wanted to be there for you, just as you’d always been there for him.

Being with you, really being with you, wasn’t guaranteed to be easy but it’s all he’d subconsciously thought about the last few years with you. Whenever he invited you to go on trips with him or when you tagged along to Kenma’s and he’d watch you interact with him. Making him think that he needed to keep you around.

“Wanna come inside? It’s cold out here.”

You peeked up at him like that again, and he felt his heart swell up at the expression on your face. Teary eyed and sniffling, but smile stretching your lips like he hadn’t seen in weeks. It made him giddy and excited and in order to not grin too much he slipped a hand underneath your shirt, pinching your skin teasingly.

“Yeah.”

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to be loved is to be known | suna rintarou x reader

you're in love with suna. you think suna's in love with someone else. he's not.

slight angst, happy endings, and miscommunications atsumu is sexy reader is gn wc: 1481

It is dusk and warm and just barely humid when you realize you don’t know Suna Rintarou at all. 

You know that Suna likes chuupets and volleyball and his dingy digital camera with the cracked screen. His left eye twitches slightly when he lies, he always ties his right shoe before his left, and he keeps forgetting to buy pencil lead despite preferring mechanical pencils over traditional. He likes the rain. Can’t bite into ice cream. Wool scarves over fleece, seven followers on his private Twitter, and is always late because he likes feeding the stray cats in the alley next to the Family Mart with the good sausages. 

What you didn’t know is that Suna Rintarou is in love. You find out from Kita Shinsuke, who tells Aran after practice, a conversation not meant for your ears but gracing them nonetheless as you stand before the entrance to the gymnasium. You feel a dryness in your throat and a sting in your eyes as Kita shares that Suna is not only in love but confessed to someone. Maybe it’s your divine punishment for eavesdropping. Maybe it’s rotten luck. Because, coincidentally, and horribly so, you’ve been in love with Suna Rintarou ever since you met him. 

So when Suna walks up from behind you, back from the vending machine, and asks you why you’re lingering outside and staring at Kita with that look on your face, you lie. 

“I have a crush on Shinsuke.” You blurt out. 

He blinks. Once. Twice. And stares. 

The longer Suna stares at you under the grey, purplish-pinkish sky with his hands shoved into his pockets and his left eye twitching, you realize you don’t know him at all. Because Suna, in all his indifference and nonchalance, looks hurt. You see something flit beneath his eyes, but you’ve never been good at reading people. So you settle on the idea that it’s something less than betrayal but more than indifference, and you don’t know why your heart’s beating so fast and sinking, pitter pattering and twisting in your stomach. 

You feel sick. 

“You like Kita-san,” He says, and it comes out as a statement, not a question. He blinks a third time, and as the look in his eyes disappears as quickly as it came, you decide you much prefer the hurt or the discomfort or the something over the blank apathy that he’s looking you over with now. “You have a crush on Kita… Shinsuke.” He finishes, and you can’t hear the bitterness in his voice over the shrill of your heart. 

You’ve always liked Suna’s eyes but tonight you like the pavement more, and as you stare a hole into the concrete beneath you, you ignore how your feet are fidgeting and your palms are sweaty and how Rintarou is hovering over you. 

“Mhm,” You squeak, tearing your eyes from the asphalt with the cracks and an ugly pill-bug on the ground. As you look up to grey eyes and dark hair, you wish that loving Suna Rintarou was harder. 

“I’m, uh, I’m going to tell Shinsuke tomorrow.” You say, Shinsuke’s name foreign on your tongue compared to the warmth and honey that Rintarou’s tastes like. I’m in love with you and this is a bad idea, you think. I like you, not Kita, is what you don’t say. Instead, and arguably worse, is the mention of Miya Atsumu’s name. “Atsumu gave me the confidence to confess!” 

Suna pauses. 

“Atsumu told you to?” He asks, and it’s the most bewildered you’ve heard him in a while.

A glance at his phone. Hands that emerge from his pockets. If you weren’t so preoccupied with the concrete you would have seen the twitch of his fingers and the tightening of his jaw as he opens Line. You nod dimly. 

“Okay,” is what he says, and you feel your heart in your stomach again. You look up. “Okay.” He repeats again. 

And maybe it’s the hurt that stings in your chest from Rintarou being so okay with you (hypothetically) being in love with Kita Shinsuke that pushes your eyes to water and your mouth to open. 

“Is that it?” You ask. 

A beat of silence. And then, a scoff. 

“Yeah. Congratulations,” Suna says. “Good luck.” 

As dusk turns to nightfall and what was a barely-humid night in July is now overwhelmingly warm and sickly and hot, Rintarou’s gaze is overbearing. And when your eyes start to swim and Suna’s gaze turns to confusion and then realization, you do the only thing you know how to do. You bolt. 

An incessant string of dings. Your lip wobbles under your teeth as you pull out your phone from under your covers. 

from: miya osamu (21:03)  where the fuck did ya go  and whys suna blwoin up my phone

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:03)  WHYYSS SUNARIN BLOWING UOA PP MY PHONE ??!?@@>>!?>??!??! WHYS HE SAYIN U LIKE KITA-SAN

from: you (21:05) its so over i ran home

from: you (21:05)  i told him i like shinsuke and that i am confessing to kita  tomorrow

amazing perfect miya atsexy and miya osamu are typing…

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:06)  WHAT

from: miya osamu (21:06) r u fuckin stupid why would ya do that

from: you (21:07) i heard shinsuke tell aran that suna confessed to someone today and then rin came back so i told him i like kita bcuz i panicked and also he cant know i like him right as he’s ginna get BAGGED wait but idk if he got rejected or not WHO AM I KIDDING suna would NOT get rejected LOLOL but anyways i think he knows i like him bcuz i started cryig and then he had this look on his face like he knew i was bullshittin him now venmo me money before i kil msyelf 

from: miya osamu (21:12) yeah he was gonna confess to YOU today

from: you (21:12) ?

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:12) HOLY MISCOMMUNICATION

from: you (21:18) Wht??

from: miya osamu (21:19) suna was supposed to confess to u today 

from: you (21:21) but shinsuke said rin already confessed

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) why wiud u ever think about takin gossip from KITA SHINSUKE AN WHYD YA BRING ME UP IM GNNA BE STONED AT DAWN

from: miya osamu (21:22) HOORAY !

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) SHUDDUP  

You bolt, again, but this time it’s out of your bed, down a flight of stairs, and through your front door. You’re halfway down the street near the Family Mart with the Good Sausages™ when you barrell into someone who smells faintly of blackberries and Suna’s laundry detergent. 

“Excuse me,” You blurt, scrambling away, until you feel a grip on your waist and a familiar shape behind you with a familiar smell and a familiar voice, and Ohmygod, you’re out of breath and close to frantic but Suna Rintarou is holding you steady by your waist, warm and tall and here. 

“Rintar-”

“I like you.”

You feel it more than you hear it- Suna is muffled and quiet as he mumbles into the back of your shoulder, tall frame folded into you. 

“Idiot.” He adds, and you don’t have to turn to know the tips of his ears are pink and his eyebrows are furrowed. “You’re an idiot.” 

It’s twilight, and just-barely humid when you realize that Suna Rintarou knows you. 

Suna knows that you ramble when you’re nervous. He knows that you like the rain and you don’t like humidity. You carry extra lead in your pencil pouch and you like volleyball and stray cats. You can bite into your ice cream. You color coordinate your bookshelves. You don’t have a crush on Kita Shinsuke. 

You don’t know that Suna keeps his digital camera with the shitty cracks because you bought it for him from a shop in Akihabara. You don’t know that Suna leaves his packs of pencil lead at home because leaning over your desk in class and seeing that smile on your face is far more fun. You don’t know that he writes with extra pressure on his worksheets to crack his lead and ask for more. 

You didn’t know that Suna Rintarou is in love with you. 

So he grins into your shoulder and tells you.  

amazing perfect miya atsexy (22:14) 1 Attachment GROSS!!!!!! do NOT start making out at practice or i will RESIGN !!!

sunarin (22:14) @ y/n lets start making out at practice

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WHY NOT OKAY

haikyuu characters when they hear you crying in the shower

a/n: was sobbing in the shower today i’m pretty sure my neighbors heard me! lol anyways a hug from tendou would hit so different rn :(

bursts into the bathroom and hops into the shower with his clothes still on and comforts you. pulls you flush against his chest, his wet t-shirt sticking against his skin and yours, and while gently rubbing his thumb against the crown of your head, he whispers, “it’s okay, love. i’m here, i gotcha.”

atsumu, BOKUTO, oikawa, hinata, TENDOU, nishinoya, kuroo, lev, hoshiumi, koganegawa

opens the bathroom door and sits on the countertop, keeping you company. asks you about what’s bothering you, being patient with you and allowing you time to collect your thoughts and never pushing you to share more than what you’re comfortable with. “what’s wrong, sweetheart? you know you could always tell me anything.”

SUGAWARA, osamu, suna, iwaizumi, TANAKA, matsukawa, hanamaki, hirugami

gives you time and space to get all your emotions out, but as soon as you exit the bathroom door, he pulls you into a tight hug, squeezing your shoulders between his muscular arms. he plants soft kisses on your forehead before leading you to the bedroom. a cuddle session ensues and he gently asks, “i heard you crying in the shower, angel. tell me, what’s on your mind?”

ushijima, DAICHI, kita, aran, yamaguchi, AKAASHI, goshiki, komori, meian

doesn’t ask you about it at all because he figures that you might grow embarrassed if he did. but that doesn’t mean he cares any less— he spends the next day taking extra good care of you, cooking you your favorite food for dinner, bringing home a bouquet of flowers after work, cuddling with you on the couch while a movie plays. and as the end credits roll, he’ll whisper against your half-asleep body, “you are so loved. don’t you ever forget that.”

kenma, tsukishima, SAKUSA, kageyama, asahi, KYOTANI, semi, aone

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓

characters. oikawa, bokuto, atsumu, kuroo

If it’s ok, I’d like to suggest Oikawa/Bokuto/Kuroo/Atsumu comforting a reader who is insecure about their flat chest <3

includes. reader with a flat/small chest, fem!reader, comfort, fluff, a tiny bit of angst , suggestive!!

+ sticky note. ofc baby i love spreading some body positivity! Sorry for taking so freaking long hope u like this <3

☆ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 it was when he caught you staring with tired eyes at the reflection of your chest on the mirror that it clicked him. Oikawa’s arms quickly wrap around your waist as his chin rests on your shoulder. “You are beautiful, you know that, right?” You gasp at the sudden intromission of your boyfriend and as if it was on cue you try covering your upper body, “Tooru, get out I-” Oikawa hugs you tighter as he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck. “Don’t hide away from me Y/N, not when you are this gorgeous.” His words warm you heart and with a weak voice you stare at your chest. “Except for these.” A pout forms on the setter’s lips as he frowns at you. “What are you talking about?” His fingertips draw gentle circles over your waist as he breathes softly, his heart feels tighter in his chest. “Princess, I’ll worship every single inch of you, you are perfect just like this.” He kisses your cheek before you can add anything else, whispering a deep I’ll show you. And that’s exactly what he does. 

☆ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 nothing makes him sadder than watching how your pretty smile fades from your face when you stare at the bras section in the store. It’s in the ride home when he brings it up, hand moving down to cup your thigh as his face turns dead serious, staring at the road. “Gorgeous, what’s wrong?” His hand feels warm against your skin, makes you wanna confess to him all your fears but your stubborn heart won’t allow it. “I’m fine Kou”, you lie. “Baby, talk to me.” “I said I’m fi-“, you grasp onto your seat as the car violently moves to the right, stopping on the sideline of the road. “What the-“ Bokuto stares at you with pure determination as he slides his hand behind your seat and turns to you. “We are not moving until your talk to me.” You huff, “These are the problem, okay?!.” Bokuto blinks, “WHAT?! But they are perfect!” He says before unfastening his belt to shovel his face in your boobs, giving you a tight hug. “See? They are so comfy and warm, they are perfect like everything about you.” You melt at his words, and you stay like this hugging each other as Bokuto repeats you for the nth time how wonderful your chest is.

☆ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 even though he was a little blunt sometimes, Atsumu seemed to sense your discomfort when you stared at the magazine showing busty women posing in clothes you think that will never fit you as pretty as that. “What you looking at?” He leans against you on the couch and you sigh. “Clothes, you’ll get bored.” He rolls his eyes before gazing at a cute dress featuring your favorite colors. “That one would look gorgeous on you, pretty girl.” Your eyes drift to the picture and you shift uncomfortably, noticing how it looked specially tight around the model’s chest. “No, it won’t.” You spat, causing your boyfriend’s hazel eyes to open wide. He took another look at the dress and his chest contracts, “Baby…” “It’s fine.” You mumble crossing your arms over your small chest. Atsumu’s eyes fix on your face as he scoops you closer to him, pulling your legs onto his lap. he holds you against him, gently as ever. “ Hey doll, you’ll look gorgeous in anything because of the simple fact that it’s you wearing it.” Atsumu says, brushing his thumb against your cheek before planting tender kiss that warms, wishing it could take that insecurity away.

☆ 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 it caught Kuroo’s golden gaze when you nervously looked at the ground as you asked the store’s assistant to get you a smaller size of bra. He stands up from the little seat outside your fitting room and arches an eyebrow at the time you pull your head back inside the fitting room with red cheeks. It only takes him two of his long steps to be right in front of the door. “Hey love, everything okay in there?” Kuroo says giving two light knocks on the door. Before you can answer the store assistants arrives. “Sorry, we don’t have smaller ones”, she says for you and Kuroo to hear. “Are you sure? What about another store-” Your boyfriend asks to the girl and his chest tightens when you weakly interrupts him with an it’s okay. Once the girl leaves Kuroo knocks again. “Baby, let me in for a sec,” the door opens slowly and Kuroo slides in smoothly. “I hate it.” You say against Kuroo’s chest as he hugs you, his hand holding tightly your head. “Don’t say that about one of the sexiest parts of your body, okay?” He whispers kissing the top of your head. “I’m not sure about that.” You chuckle dryly and Kuroo pulls away looking at you. “Hey, I’m the one who sleeps on them and I can assure you they are beautiful.” You stare into each other’s eyes until multiple knocks against the door remind you that the world is not only the both of you.

— just remember that i love you

notes: fluff, tsukishima kei x gn!reader, drabble (wc: 906)

a/n: idk, i initially wanted to write a short scenario but...i couldn't control my hand and...this happened. still, i hope you enjoy !! (also, requests are currently open ♡)

m.list | rbs are very appreciated <3

“kei?”

“hmmm?” he hummed in response, lifting his gaze from his phone and throwing your way an almost imperceivable smile.

“so uh, i was wondering…what made you fall in love with me?” you blurted out, blushing violently as you internally wondered how the hell did you gather up the courage to ask a similar question.

kei seemed to have been taken aback by such a peculiar and sudden inquiry, his usually collected expression was now confused, as signs of surprise—his widened eyes—spoke for him.

indeed, what made him fall in love with you? kei didn’t necessarily know, so he simply and confidently answered with a “i don’t really know,” which slapped all of your expectations to the ground.

“you know, you are supposed to say cute and cheesy things,” you pouted, turning your head to the other side, but with a strange uneasiness swimming in the depths of your mind.

you heard his chuckle, before feeling his arms wrapping around you from behind and a series of kisses placed on the crook of your neck, making your heart skip a beat and shivers run down your spine.

“if you wanted me to say sweet and cheesy things, you could’ve just said so,” his deep voice reached your ears, making you more aware of how close you actually were.

you tried to wriggle out of his hold, and simply ignored the blonde’s questioning gaze.

“you know it…isn’t like that,” you whispered, trying to shake off the uneasiness.

that same day, you’d heard many girls at your school talk about the karasuno volleyball players. and many of them were fans of tsukishima kei, the number 11 middle blocker, the tall man with short hair and glasses, who is both smart and good at sports, yet isn’t really interested in socializing with strangers. and then, they started talking about you, how they thought you weren’t fit to be with him. and although you knew you didn’t need to be so self-conscious, after all kei always blew away your insecurities, repeating how you were the only one for him, you couldn’t avoid the thought of him being with someone else—maybe someone more suited for him.

“hey…listen up,” he lifted your face and was right away met with the worry mirrored in your eyes. it was as if he’d sensed that there was something wrong, and this was one of the things that made you fall in love with him.

“you know why i answered like that? well, because there are just too many things that made me fall for you, okay?” he ran a hand through his hair, flustered and with rosy cheeks matching yours, as he tried to ignore the fast beating of his heart.

“although i need to say that, at first, i just found you as annoying as shrimpy–” you interrupted him with a punch on his right arm, to which he responded with a roll of eyes and simply continued, “i couldn’t avoid but being dragged towards you, even though you were talking or smiling to someone else, i felt greedy and wanted that attention to be for me to enjoy–” “oh, so that’s why you started calling me names like ‘shorty’, ‘squirrel’ and…‘stinkin' pea’?” you frowned as kei only raised an eyebrow.

please can you at least let me finish, is what his eyes were probably yelling.

you sealed your lips and just said no more.

“okay so where was i? man this is getting so embarrassing,” he whispered before clearing his voice and looking straight into your eyes.

“even though at first you didn’t seem to like the idea of me being around, i loved the way you still tried to put up with me and my sarcasm. well, i guess i was lost in you before i could realize it. no other person would be as perfect to me as you are, and–” you basically jumped into his arms, him losing balance and almost dropping to the ground, as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a baby koala.

“aww my tsukki, i didn’t know you could be so sweet!” you exclaimed, snuggling in his chest, as he reluctantly enclosed you in his arms, feeling his entire face burning up.

you were really happy though. all the insecurities and fears you had before simply dissipated, leaving the previously turmoiled heart, warmed and at peace.

“okay, now tell me, what was all of this about?” kei asked, sitting on the bed with you still in his arms.

you’d tried to evade his eyes, but in the end, you simply gave up, and spilled everything.

and, just like that he…kissed you. simply.

he slowly placed his lips onto yours, and as you were lost in the touch and the fondness of him, you deepened the kiss, more and more, so much that, when you let go, both of you were breathless.

he pressed his forehead against yours, and took a hand to your cheek, slightly grazing it, while almost looking inside of you, into your soul, touching your heart and your mind.

“whoever said that is, one, a complete dickhead, two, a brainless idiot, three, not worthy of your worries,” he softly but sternly retorted.

he tightened his hold on you and, as you lay your head against his shoulder, he murmured one last thing that made your heart almost jump out from happiness.

“[name]...just remember that i love you, and no one else.”

© akaakeijii / do not plagiarize, reblogs are very appreciated <3

I loved that househusband AU soooooo much! Made me wish it was reality 😭. But no, tis not my reality.

You said you were open to ideas for this AU? Well what if you did an edition with remote working? S/o now is at home and the guys get so see what s/o does throughout the day (see’s s/o as a BOSS)

Oooh what about someone bashing the couple for their “untraditional” lifestyle?

you dare overstep your mortal authority ?!

sypnosis: how they’re like when someone attempts to bash the two of you because of your lifestyle. ( i dont condone to bashing and any forms of harassment. )

characters: zhongli, diluc, itto, xiao, kaeya, thoma, childe, and scaramouche

content: mafia!au, mentions of harassment (bashing), mild swearing, violence, threats, hint of torture, insults

post-script: don’t we all wish it was a reality 😔💔 how does it feel to live our dreams y/n 🎤🎤🎤🎤 on the other hand, im planning on making a separate post about the remote working s/o (bcuz theres sm to say about this) sooo stay tuned for that 😈 for now tho, lemme share the goody details on the last part hehe

the way of the househusband au masterlist

INTIMIDATES BASHERS - zhongli, diluc, itto, and xiao

ZHONGLI’s rolled up sleeves that shows his battle scars are enough for people who attempt to bash the two of you to not do anything at all, giving the ex-yakuza all the more reasons to be proud of his scars and not be ashamed to show them. though, you gotta admit, you’re surprised that it intimidated people despite the apron he always wears.

when you do encounter a basher that actually has the nerve to bash, zhongli first lets his scars intimidate the person and try to reason with them, keeping you beside him protectively in hopes of the basher not trying to harm you.

if the basher is stubborn and tries to harm the both of you regardless of your lover’s attempts, this is when rex lapis comes out in the light instead of zhongli.

you could only watch as your husband grips the basher’s shoulder in a tight manner, his eyes narrowing as the atmosphere grew tense.

“how would you feel about living in prison for a while?”

DILUC’s aloof attitude alongside his muscular form often intimidated people around him and he definitely isn’t complaining — especially since it backs off those who could attempt to hurt you because of your lifestyle with him, so the chance of getting bashed was only a 1% possibility.

however, the possibility is never a zero.

your harasser didn’t even know that your husband is the intimidating bartender that cleans glasses 24/7 because he only overheard you gushing to your friend about your lovely househusband in the bar where he drinks, so things didn’t go well with the person when your husband caught him sputtering insults and nearly punched you when you insulted him back.

customers and your friend could only watch as some asshole who didn’t know anything better get scared by diluc’s haunting glare and cowardly backed off when the red-haired man calmly ordered him to get out, causing your harasser muttering out insincere comments before taking his leave.

despite the situation being dealt with, we all know diluc would feel guilty if you ever get hurt because of him being a househusband :((

nevertheless though, his guilt that sometimes creeps in him disappears when he sees you giving such a blessing smile, telling him how you’re grateful to have a wonderful househusband like him and how you love him so much despite his past :))

ITTO honestly didn’t intend to intimidate people with his stature and muscular scar-covered body and he’s incredibly oblivious from that fact. however, you are really thankful that his intimidated appearance is enough to make bashers back off - especially since your neighbors warned you and itto about bashers that lurks around the small town.

if there was someone who somehow had the metal balls to bash you not knowing that your househusband is a literal beefy muscular man who can probably crush someone’s head with his bare hands who’s standing nearby, he’ll immediately tackle him down and make you call the police for an attempted harassment.

although your husband isn’t as… violent as most househusbands in this post, he’s the only one who does the most rational thing and call the cops, simply because he’s a literally nice guy that just follows the law now.

XIAO’s eyes are something that catches people’s attention, only for them to immediately feel scared of him because of his rest-bitch face. if looks could kill, xiao would’ve already killed millions, that’s what people will think to themselves whenever they walk pass the ex yakuza.

unfortunately, this doesn’t go the same for certain people because of xiao’s height, especially that one basher that spat out insults after insults because of your lifestyle with xiao — that is, until your husband takes one good look at the basher with a scary glare with intent to kill — and that was enough for the person to shut his mouth up and stare in fear.

you gotta admit, it was pretty hot. but scary as well. but mostly hot.

THREATENS BASHERS - kaeya and thoma

KAEYA will instantly take a hold on the person from going after you, staring at them with a cold gaze that replaced the loving look he gives to you and only you.

he may have promised that he wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore to you, but it doesn’t mean he promised that he’ll not do it verbally. all it took was for your husband to lean in on your assaulter’s ear and whisper a few words that made him shiver in fear and try to get away from kaeya.

when you asked kaeya what he said to the basher, his expression instantly comes back into a loving one, cupping your cheek with his one hand as he tells you it’s nothing for you to worry about.

THOMA will immediately put himself between you and your basher before stopping them from their attempted harassment. it was definitely strange to see your husband taking the situation so light heartedly as he treats your harasser like they’re old friends — but then the blonde haired man whispers something that made the basher look at him in confusion, giving you and thoma a chance to walk away from the incident with no injuries and worries.

so imagine your surprise when you saw your basher standing at your front door the day after the incident, muttering so much apologies as he kneels on the ground and begs for forgiveness to you. just what did thoma do to scare this poor guy?!

FIGHTS BASHERS BACK - childe, scaramouche

CHILDE will not take the basher slightly — especially if they were aiming to attack you first under his watch. seriously, were they asking for a death wish when they tried to hurt an ex-yakuza’s spouse right in front of him? childe amuses to himself, watching as the basher cowardly steps away when he sees childe bringing out a gun.

oh, you don’t have to worry about witnessing the poor bastard’s death by your husband - the gun is simply a prop that can scare off people like your assaulter, so no need to try and stop him, just watch the show and see if the man learned his lesson <<3 you wanted to ask why on earth your husband has a gun prop, but you honestly don’t wanna find out.

what’s not a prop are the two blades that childe brings out when he stands in front of the basher’s home, smiling menacingly as he goes closer and closer to the front door.

despite failing in being intimidating to others outdoors and not in his old organization anymore, SCARAMOUCHE makes it up through his violent verbal assault. he’s probably the only househusband that made you encounter a few bashers who aren’t scared of scaramouche’s appearance.

however, your lover is one of the only househusbands who won’t hesitate to go violent (verbally and physically) against someone who’d have the audacity to assault you. it didn’t matter if the incident occur in public, his major priority is you and your safety, so he’d be damned if he’d let this bastard’s disgusting behavior slide just because he has an audience.

so when a certain basher took things way too far, it simply end up with the basher feeling like an embarrassment to this world and a traumatized memory of scaramouche’s colorful words.

Hitoshi Shinso - Not Alone

Here's another Shinso story for you guys!!!

I hope you guys like some angsty fluff!

Enjoy!!!!!

Shinso opened the door to your apartment and found it very odd that it was unlocked. You never leave your apartment unlocked. With furrowed brows, he walks in on alert. The lights in the apartment are off and everything is quiet.

"Kitten?” he calls out as he flicks a light on.

He gets no response.

He ventures farther into your home and continues calling out for you.

After looking in the kitchen and the living room, a small sniffle catches his attention, causing Shinso to hurry towards the bedroom, turning on the light.

There, in the middle of your mattress, was you. Eyes red, nose plugged, and tears streaking down your cheeks.

Alarmed, Shinso drops his bag and crawls onto the bed next to you.

"What's wrong, kitten?" he asks while he scans your body for physical harm.

You only sob in reply as you wipe the tears from your face, finally realizing that he's next to you.

"T-Toshi?" you ask blearily.

Your vision swims and all you see is a blotch of indigo among white. Rubbing your eyes again, you're able to see him clearly. Upon seeing him clearly you try to give a smile, but it doesn't last very long. Seeing this, Shinso opens his arms for you, and you immediately enter his embrace.

As Shinso holds you in his embrace, he feels your body wrack with sobs as you start crying again. He rubs your back comfortingly, just letting you cry for a minute.

"What happened?" he murmurs into your ear as he continues to rub your back comfortingly.

“M-My friend, (friend name)...” you choke out.

Pulling back from him, you look up at Shinso and inhale a deep, shuddery breath. "I-I just... don't understand how they could be gone... T-They were such a-a huge part of m-my life and n-now they're g-gone..." you stutter out.

Shinso's lips purse at your reply.

Heartbreak isn't an easy thing to deal with...

"Oh, love." he coos as he wipes the tears from your cheeks as they fell.

"It's alright kitten." he soothes as he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I-I just can't b-believe they're g-gone T-Toshi..." you mumble against his chest.

"I know love, I know." Shinso soothes again, rubbing your back comfortingly and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I cared about them so much... I loved them so much... L-like a sibling..." you say as you grip onto Shinso's shirt for dear life.

"I-I don't e-even kn-know if I ever t-told them that..."

Shinso takes you by the shoulders, gently pulling your face away from him again. He looks down at you with a soft expression on his face as fat tears well up in your eyes.

You blink causing them to roll down your cheeks.

Shinso's thumb immediately brushed them away as he holds you in his arms.

Your voice cracks when you begin to speak again. "My heart hurts so much... Please make it stop hurting Hitoshi..."

"I just want to back to before everything happened..."

Shinso's heart breaks at your pleas. He wishes that he could take away the pain you felt. He looks at you, clearly an empty shell of your former self.

"I can't do that, kitten." He says, pulling you close to shelter you from the world and nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head. "I can't take the pain away, but I can be here to help put you back together."

You grip his shirt as if he would be the next person to disappear.

"I feel so alone..." you whimper hollowly.

The fatigue from this situation is catching up to you and settling in your bones. You want nothing more than to wake up refreshed and discover that this whole situation had all been a nightmare. To wake up and find your friend alive and well.

"You're not alone." Shinso says to you gently.

"I can't even begin to replace them, but I love you. What can I do to help?"

At his question, you stop and think for a moment before your stomach growls loudly in response.

Shinso's lavender eyes narrow at the noise. "When was the last time you ate?"

You chew on your lip, averting your eyes from his probing gaze. Taking care of yourself hasn't been that high of a priority recently... The grieving process has overwritten all other needs and hopelessness and despair made sure that you haven't left your bedroom all day.

"Kitten." Shinso prompts.

"It's been a while..." you admit sheepishly.

Shinso hums at your words before taking you in his arms again, putting one arm under your knees and the other around your back.

You look at him in confusion as you wrap your arms around his neck so that you don't fall.

"Toshi? What are you-?" You begin to ask but he cuts you off as he carries you out of the bedroom and to the living room.

He sets you down on the couch. “I’m going to make you food.”

Your posture relaxes and you nod in reply, agreeing that getting some food in your stomach will be good for you.

"I'll be back." he tells you gently as he kisses you on the forehead before exiting the living room and entering the kitchen to make some dinner for the 2 of you.

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After about 10 minutes of sitting on the couch, just relaxing, you decide to go to the bathroom and wash up before dinner. You get up from the couch, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

You let out a long, tired sigh as you turn to the bathroom mirror. As you look at your reflection, you grimace slightly. Your eyes are red and puffy, your skin is dry, your hair is greasy and unkempt and the dark circles under your eyes look like bruises and rival Shinso’s own eye bags.

Maybe after dinner you'll take a shower.

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After washing your hands, you exit the bathroom and head back into the living room. As you walk past the kitchen, the scent of frying bread hits your nose, causing you to drool slightly.

You walk over to the kitchen door, seeing Shinso standing in front of the stove. You smile at the sight of him before you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his midsection.

You hear him chuckle softly as you nuzzle you face into his back.

"Food will be ready in a minute." he says to you gently. "Go sit down and I'll bring it out to you."

"Okay." you reply before kissing him on the cheek and exiting the kitchen.

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A few minutes later, Shinso exits the kitchen walking over to you with 2 plates. Each plate had a grilled cheese sandwich on it.

"Here you go." he says as he gives you your plate.

You take it from him gratefully.

"Thank you."

Shinso smiles at you gently as he takes a seat next to you on the couch, ready to start eating his own sandwich.

After finishing your food, as well as a glass of (favorite drink) you lay your head on Shinso's shoulder. You let out a sigh as sadness and confusion still runs through your body.

"Thanks, Toshi." you mumble.

Shinso wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer to his side. "I'm sorry that you're going through this kitten." he begins.

“But I’ll be there every step of the way, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, grateful Shinso who you know will stand by your side, no matter what.