Tsukishima Kei Proposing To You After A Long Distance Relationship

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hold me close

summary: atsumu reveals his insecurities to you after a bad day

warnings: hurt/comfort, atsumu having self loathing thoughts about himself but you're there to make him feel better

a/n: ngl idk how to really feel about this, not sure if i like it or not but eh i got something written and i wanted to write about comforting atsumu. also sorry for the terrible ending i just kept writing but the ending stumped me skksksk

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Atsumu had a bad day.

You could tell when you heard the door to your shared apartment open, but there was no 'baby I'm home!' It was a signal for stormy weather. It always felt as though the sun came with him, warm and bright, lighting up the entire apartment with his presence. But now, the brightness was covered by clouds. Gloomy clouds. Your ears pick up on his heavy steps, thundering through the floorboards.

As the footsteps approach the bedroom, you close your laptop and put it off to the side. Did something happen at practice? Did he have a fight with Osamu? There were many possibilities, but you wouldn't know for sure which one was the correct one unless Atsumu told you himself.

The door opens to reveal Atsumu who was hunched over, his eyes screaming with exhaustion. He looks worse than you expected. For as tall and built as your boyfriend was, he was a small flame now. Flickering, barely holding on, threatening to be extinguished.

Wordlessly, you open your arms wide in invitation. The mattress creaks under his weight as he crawls in between your legs, slumping against your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. He buries his face into your chest, hiding from you, hiding from the world. One arm lays across his back while your other hand cups the back of his head.

"Welcome home, Tsumu," you softly say. There was no response.

Not hearing Atsumu talk was strange. He always had something to say, either about his teammates or his brother or something he saw on social media. His silence was unnerving to say the least, but as much as you wanted to ask him what's wrong, you keep your mouth shut. You feel it would be wrong to disturb this silence. The way Atsumu sinks into your arms, seeking your comfort, you figure words weren't need for now. So, you stroke his hair and rub his back, letting him know that you were here

Moments pass by until Atsumu takes in a deep breath. "Ya know I would never cheat on ya, right?"

You blink. That was not something you expected to hear. "Of course not, what brought this on?"

Atsumu turns so his cheek rests against your chest. "Some bastard was talkin' on and on 'bout how I would fuck another girl behind yer back." His eyebrows crease together as he says this. "Made sure to punch him real good." he mutters. "Shoulda punched him more, an' harder."

Your hand instinctively tugs his arm up from underneath your body, gasping when you see the bruise on his knuckles. "Tsumu-"

" 'm fine," he pulls his hand back, wrapping around your body once more.

Physically maybe, but something was still bothering him. Atsumu grows quiet again, staring off into the wall, off in another place. You think about his words, or rather the words someone else had said about him. It ticks you off.

"They're stupid, acting like they know how you are," you settle on. The media loves to paint him as some sort of player and because of that, that's how people end up seeing Atsumu. An amazing setter, but also a man who hops from woman to woman like some sort of game of hopscotch.

You've seen people theorizing on social media on how long it'll be before Atsumu ditches you. It's pathetic really, how they treat your relationship like a game and Atsumu as some sort of heartbreaker when that couldn't have been farther from the truth. Unlike the media, you know Atsumu.

You know how he always stuff his face with his brother's food because his onigiris are the damn best onigiris in the world. You know how he grows pouty whenever you beat him on video games. You know how much he loves to kiss your lips, making you feel like you're the most precious girl in the entire world.

"It made me think," Atsumu starts off. "People think I would cheat on ya cos' yer not good enough fer me, that there's someone else out there, but they're wrong. They're all fuckin wrong," he spits out.

He raises his head from your chest to finally look at you. "Yer the only one f'me, the only one who has ma heart, the only one I wanna come home ta. There's no one else, just you. Always you."

Your eyes soften at his words. "Tsumu...," you say in a hushed voice, moving to cup his cheeks but he moves his head back, turning away from you. Confusion covers your face. "What is it?"

Atsumu drags out a heavy sigh, coming from the depths of his very soul. " "s just...'m not good enough fer ya." he confesses quietly.

"How long have you felt this way?" you ask gently. It feels as though this has been something he's been thinking about for some time, something that's been festering in the dark corners of his mind, his insecurities coming to bloom.

He runs a hand through his hair. "Fer a while."

"It's not true-"

" it is," he insists, cutting you off. Atsumu shakes his head. " 'm not good enough, never will be." his voice shakes and cracks like small embers on logs. How many times has he repeated this to himself?

He swallows, shuddering breaths escaping him. "Ya deserve so much, ya deserve everythin. But 'm not enough. I don't deserve ya." tears fill his eyes. " 'm know I'm away at games a lot an' I can be a prick an' just...i get scared. That one day, you'll leave me."

Tears stream down his face, heavy sobs crawling up from his throat. You feel hot tears of your own burning behind your eyes. "Baby no," you choke out, cupping his cheeks. "I would never leave you, never."

"Please don't," Atsumu croaks. "Please stay, please. I know I have no right, that I don't deserve ya but I don't think I can be without ya."

It hurts, hearing him talk about himself that way. For many, Atsumu was confident. Confident in volleyball, his words, his actions, but he's been hiding this all this time. Hiding how he feels, his unworthiness, his self loathing.

You pull his head down to your neck, allowing him to seek refuge there. Atsumu muffles his sobs against your skin, his whole body trembling in your arms. Blinking back tears, you keep him as close as possible to your body.

"I love you Atsumu, I love you so much," you whisper, kissing the side of his head. He whimpers, tightening his arms around you. "I love how you hold me, making me feel so safe. I love how you can make me laugh so hard my stomach hurts. I love how passionate you are about volleyball. There's so, so many things I love about you Tsumu. I can't imagine my life, my future, without you. You make me so happy."

You pause, trying to compose yourself. Your shirt is damp, but you don't care. You'll soak in all his sadness, his pain, all of it. You'll take it all from him.

"Please don't say you're not enough Tsumu, because you are. You're more than enough. You're deserving of love, so much love.

Tears stain your cheeks, your breaths short and shaky. You hope Atsumu believes the words, believes you. There's nothing you wouldn't do for him. You would bring the stars down from the sky to make constellations in his name.

The tears have stopped, but Atsumu continues to breathe heavily against you. You go back to playing with his hair, knowing how soothing it is for him.

"Can ya keep holdin me?" His voice is quiet, but you hear him loud and clear.

"For as long as you need."

hq boys when you fall asleep during a video call

— includes almost all of them ??

gn! reader  | genre: fluff + LDR prompt

he'll take a screenshot and make it his homescreen. you may be drooling in that photo, the angle might be unflattering, but he does not care. it may not be obvious but his heart is very much doing laps— no matter how you look. the fact that you were comfy enough to fall asleep near his presence, even if it's on-screen, was something he wants to remember and cherish.

yamaguchi, makki, SUNA, yaku, TANAKA, aran, lev

becomes unfiltered. he either says dumb little secrets or happenings about his life or on the occasion he's feeling sweet, he'll give be a cheesy love bomb. “pst pst.” no response. “i love you,” he says in a slightly sing-song, soft, and mellow voice. “my darling, my baby, the prettiest, lovely—” just teasingly telling the truth, partially to test you, but mainly to affirm what he can't say face to face yet. if you don't wake up from it, it's not exactly a loss.

OIKAWA, atsumu, MATTSUN, futakuchi, suga, konoha, tsukki

falls asleep too. one may never know who got knocked out first (there wasn't a recording) but he's going to be the first one to wake up a few hours later— may it be at the start of dawn or a time when it's still dark out. for the rest of the time he's awake, waiting, he'll try to keep his mind off you to get things done. yet, there's an excitement in seeing you wake up, only to realize, he's still there keeping you company.

kenma, nishinoya, TENDO, OSAMU, bokuto, shirabu, semi

immediately notices and wakes you up. he gets paranoid that your gadget may explode, especially since it's unattended near you. there's only so much he can do given the distance. however, technology exists— he'll order something you like, and when the door rings, hopefully, you wake up. it's somehow a two for one. “you're really looking out for me, huh?” you say, yawning, rubbing off the sleep from your eyes, facing his relieved face to get the door.

asahi, kita, DAICHI, aone, GOSHIKI, kageyama, ushijima

it took him a while to realize you were drowsing off. he was very focused on what he was doing, considering that there was probably a valid reason you both stayed up together. when he finally took notice of your motionless figure, he has a bit of a dilemma if he should wake you up or let you be. yet, after seeing how calm you looked, shifting and giving a proper view of your face, he just stares— almost as if in a trance, a drunken love gaze, deep in thought as his mind wanders. "soon," he mumbles, smiling to himself as he hopes for the day he can see that sight in person.

KUROO, iwaizumi, akaashi, HINATA, sakusa, hirugami

a/n: hq and ldr prompts is a fave pairing in this acc 🤌 (not proofread)

reblogs are very much appreciated :’D thank you for reading !!

haikyuu men reacting to you getting followed on your way home

I had something pretty scary happen to me last night, so what better than fictional volleyball men to seek comfort in! (lmao this was actually a year and a half ago, it’s literally been sitting in my drafts that long. happy 1.5k, friends!)

featuring: iwaizumi, bokuto, daichi, sakusa

contains: mention of being followed, fear, comfort, gn!reader

Iwaizumi starts when you slam the door behind you and fall back against it, letting out a heavy exhale. He looks up from where he’s slicing vegetables for dinner with a concerned expression. “Babe?” he asks, concern lacing his voice, not used to you waiting by the door before kissing him hello. He sets down the knife and walks over to you calmly. “Are you okay?”

The lump that forms in your throat threatens to break as you purse your lips together to keep from crying. “No,” you barely manage to whisper, and before the syllable is even off your lips, one of Hajime’s strong hands is on your waist, pulling you closer. His other hand gently but firmly cups your cheek, drawing your gaze to his, all fiery intensity at seeing his love hurt like this. “What happened?” he whispers.

It comes out in a jumbled, rushed mess - “there was this guy - he was following me, I - whenever I would speed up or - he would walk faster. And I tried to get away, but he crossed the street too and - ” you don’t realize it, but you’re trembling, heart racing again at the memory. It ignites something in your boyfriend.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” Hajime growls, and you don’t doubt him for a second. Your resolve crumples at that very moment, and you fall forward into his sturdy chest, his safe, strong arms instantly wrapping around you. “I was just so scared,” you whisper, and Hajime’s thoughts turn to nothing but you, holding you tight and reassuring you: you’re safe.

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You don’t actually realize how scared you were until you see the look on Bokuto’s face when you walk in the door. 

Big, warm, owlish eyes find yours and something inside your chest heaves, sending a shudder through your body. Your boyfriend is already whipping around the kitchen table before you reach can an arm out to steady yourself on the wall. Usually so strong and buoyant, Bokuto almost startles you with his softness as he pulls you into his embrace. Big, strong arms wrap around you and you allow yourself to collapse into the safety they provide.

“Baby…” he whispers against your forehead from where you’re nestled into his neck. A hand snakes up to tangle in your hair and press you closer against him. His fingers are strong, tense, and you can practically read his thoughts - if only I’d been there…

Bokuto bends down and scoops your legs up, which you eagerly wrap around his waist as you bury your face farther into his neck. He smells like sunscreen and cologne and you could almost cry at how comforting that exact scent is. Supporting you with one hand and using the other to rub comforting patterns up and down your back, he gently carries you back to your shared bedroom, where he holds you for the rest of the evening and lets you know - you’re safe, you’re safe.

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“Oh my love,” Daichi murmurs, pulling you into his embrace on the couch. His thumb had been gently rubbing over your knuckles as you calmed yourself down enough to tell him what had happened on your way home, but now he can’t keep himself from holding you close. If he had lost you…

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you say firmly. You’re not sure whether you’re reassuring him or yourself, but feeling his strong arms around you is a hell of a lot better than trying to regulate your own heartbeat. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I wish I could’ve…” but he trails off. He knows right now is not about him.

Instead, he pulls you fully into his lap and tucks your head under his chin, running reassuring fingertips up and down your arm. You feel safe, like he’ll never let you go. You feel your elevated heart rate receding, and you relax into his embrace, feeling better already. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and the two of you sit in silence like that for a long time. 

At one point, after it feels like you two are essentially part of the couch, Daichi puts his hand on your head, his fingers gently scratching your scalp as a low humming begins to resonate from his chest. You always used to catch him singing under his breath when he cooked for you, and the vibrations from his sternum lull you into an even deeper sense of peace now. You forget your worries and for a moment the world is just you and him.

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“Come here.”

The words are the first thing you hear when you finally make it back into the safety of your home. If you didn’t know the man any better, you would be sure the words were angry, even aggressive. But no, Sakusa’s voice was just urgent. You exhale shakily, feeling numb, and slip into Sakusa’s quickly-approaching arms.

You had texted him what had happened after hiding in a late-night grocery store to call a ride home instead of walking. Sakusa had demanded to come pick you up but you had insisted on just calling a car instead, because you wanted to be home as soon as possible. Now that you were here, locked in his warm embrace, you just wanted to lay down, the fearful adrenaline leaving your body in a rush.

“Can we just…” you slip out of his arms and barely have the strength to lead him to your shared bedroom and flop onto the mattress, feeling his weight dip onto the comforter alongside you. Intertwining your legs, he takes your face in his hands and rests his forehead against yours, knowing you need peace and comfort right now. His thumb brushes gently across your temples.

“Breathe,” he whispers, and you do, your chest rising and falling in time with his. “I’m right here,” he says, pulling you closer. “I’m not going anywhere, you’re safe, right here.” You don’t even notice the tears forming until they’re dripping onto his shirt, but he just holds you even tighter and grounds you with his touch.

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 | 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈.

sakusa is rich, it comes as no secret, and that’s why you tell yourself this was never bound to work. you’re pretty sure he’s got tons of trust-fund-raised family friends that are after his heart anyway, so his options are surely plenty open.

he’ll do without you.

yet, why he’s incessantly knocking on your door, you can’t seem to figure out, the pounding sound ceaseless as he stays persistent. you’re nearly at your wit's end after thirty minutes, stomping over to open the door and face him.

“kiyoomi,” you growl, glaring daggers his way, but he only shoots sharper ones at you through his eyes, piercing you with the obsidian orbs you know all too well.

it feels like he can read right through you, and you hate yourself for letting him get so close—letting yourself get so attached.

“what’s your issue?” he presses.

right.

sakusa is probably the most stubborn, hardheaded, determined, and pettiest individual you’ve ever met. and it’s not exactly a surprise, you’ve learned he’s the youngest and he’s wealthy, a combination that makes it all add up. but still, you’d never expected someone as stoic as him to be so borderline bratty at times.

“my issue? i’m not the one pounding on a door at eleven pm with no pause. what’s your issue?”

“you’re ignoring me,” he pouts.

and there it is, the look that first made you really realize how smitten you truly are for the man before you, and how far from your reach he really is. you’ll never fit in with sakusa’s crowd, and you’re pretty sure he’ll never understand yours, and the inevitable heartbreak seems more crushing later rather than sooner.

so, with the utmost self-control that you never knew you could demonstrate, you force yourself to pull your eyes away from his face—that’s much too handsome to be fair—and look at your feet.

“kiyoomi, listen,” you begin, and his face falls immediately. and so does your heart, all the way down to the pit of your stomach at the look.

“you don’t like me anymore?” he asks almost like a child. “but…i did…i thought i did all the right things. the movies…it worked in the movies,” he insists.

“what movies?” you ask, face twisting in confusion. he looks down bashfully, his face a light shade of pink as he clears his throat.

you try to force your beating heart still at the sight.

“i…i’m not really good at this,” he admits. “i thought…j-just you know, i did…some…research,” he finally blurts out, voice strained.

if it weren’t for your current predicament, and the fact that you know yourself well, and you know you won’t pull away if you lean in, you would’ve kissed his lips senseless at this very moment.

“romance movies?” you grin slightly. he huffs, turning his face to the side as he shifts on his feet.

“yes, romance movies. we were pursuing a romantic relationship, and their genre is romance. it makes sense,” he mutters. and despite the way your head screams to end this conversation now before it’s too late, before you’re too in deep to let yourself pull away, you chuckle, smiling bigger as the flush of his cheeks only darkens.

“that’s cute,” you mumble to yourself. “really, really cute,” you admit.

“so then what’s the issue?” he raises a brow. and it all comes crashing down again, making your smile drop—and he notices, he notices right away.

sakusa kiyoomi may be a bit sheltered, but he’s quick on his feet, he’s perceptive, and he’s a fast learner. he’s learned all your signs and quirks faster than you could hope to teach him. all on his own.

“look,” you sigh, deciding to rip the bandaid off, no matter how bad the wound might sting. “my background isn’t like yours. i’ve never had to use more than one fork and i’ve never had a bread plate.” he crinkles his brows, staring at you bewildered.

“so? i’m dating you, not your forks.” groaning, you rub your temples, mentally rolling your eyes at how dense he can be.

“kiyoomi. your friends and family probably expect you to bring someone home that grew up like you, don’t you think? someone who’s from a bit more wealth?” he ponders your words for a moment before shrugging, nodding at them as though they were any normal topic.

“yeah, they probably do expect that,” he agrees. you blink.

“well i’m not that, am i?” you ask bitterly, flashing him a pained smile. it finally dawns on sakusa what you mean, his eyes widening a fraction before he quickly steps closer to you.

you should pull away, you really, really should—but you missed his warmth so much. indulging in one more moment with him couldn’t be so bad, you think.

“yeah, you’re not. but they never gave me anything even with all that money. nothing like what you give me anyway,” he shrugs. “i like you. a lot. i think…i think i might even…you know? love you?” he asks the last bit in a quiet voice, almost like he’s asking himself.

and under any other circumstance, you’d raise a brow at a man questioning his love for you, but it’s not like that with sakusa. you know him, and you know he’s trying to navigate what love feels like, he’s trying to find the warmth of its embrace in your arms.

it makes your heart skip a beat.

“what?” you breathe. and despite the palpable fear in his expression, sakusa presses his forehead to yours, staring at you with a hard determination you’ve grown to admire.

the same one he sports during games, and practice, and watching recaps to find his mistakes. he gives you that same passion, if not more.

“i think…no. no, i do. i love you,” he whispers. and sakusa kiyoomi is a star athlete, he’s got a car that’s worth more than your entire life savings at the moment being, he’s got trust funds waiting for him, and he’s got a snobby rich family back at home, but he’s got barely anything if not nothing at all without you.

the words knock the air out of your lungs and steal your breath.

“is this you trying to be like those movies you watched?” you murmur.

“i think we could be better. probably less cheesy,” he whispers back through a wet laugh. “but i kind of need a love interest for that.” the watery chuckle you let out makes his heart unclench, the relief rolling over him in waves.

he knows it’s a good sign. he knows everything about you. and even if you’re scared, you can’t help but trust him blindly.

“okay, omi. let’s be better than your stupid romance movies,” you grin. “i love you too.”

and for a second, you’re glad he’s not starring in a film, you don’t think you ever want to share the stupidly handsome smile he gives you with anyone else to see.

i am well aware he is in japan and uses chopstick and the forks part was a little inaccurate — this is a fictional drabble though, so if you comment on it i’ll block. you just enjoy the writing bro sobsobsob

bestfriend!atsumu who gives you his hoodie whenever your cold. you're sitting down next to him at lunch, wrapping your arms around yourself, gritting your teeth to keep some sort of body warmth. atsumu's busy chatting with aran, but when you poke him n you ask him with a whisper 'hey do you have your hoodie with you by any chance? im kinda freezing my ass off here.'

bestfriend!atsumu who doesn't think anything of it; his friend is cold n he's pretty sure he shoved his hoodie in his locker from morning training so its not a problem. so he nods, n goes to get it for you, laughing at the way you grab it out of his hands. but the laughter dies in his throat as he watches you pull it over yourself, a warmth growing in his chest as you cuddle up in the thick hoodie, fisting your hands in the slightly too long sleeves with a sigh.

bestfriend!atsumu who's trying to remember how to breath after you thank him, commenting how it's really comfy and smells like him. he's still in a daze, sitting in the classroom staring at nothing, just realising how good you look in his clothes, wanting to see you in them all the time.

bestfriend!atsumu who now keeps an extra hoodie in his locker all the time, hoping that you ask him to borrow it again- praying that you'll wear it everywhere you go because then people know that you are his. maybe not officially, but there's always a first step.

do you ever sabotage your own free time? like wtf is that about? i want to play this game or read or do something specific but instead i will just stare out the window or scroll mindlessly???

hunters 🐅🌾☀️

i’m SO excited to learn more about this mysterious guy…

kiss him pls

surprising your long distance boyfriend

feat. Osamu, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Bokuto

♡ a/n: based off couch boy slander tiktok

OSAMU

You found yourself getting more and more nervous as you moved up in line. Of course you were excited to see your boyfriend after what seemed like forever- but your heart was still pounding.

The hoodie you were did a sufficient job at enveloping you, hiding your facial features. If you kept your head down, then Osamu wouldn’t be able to recognize you when you ordered food.

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