Cant Wait To Pull For Nahida!!

Can somebody hold him for a sec 🤏

date night

pairing: atsumu x f!reader

summary: atsumu forgets about date night :/

warnings: a lil sad but not too bad

word count 1.1k

notes: this was inspired by this audio lol

at first you thought that he was just running late––it happened sometimes, that's just how he was. but as you watched the time pass by ––ten minutes, then twenty... by the hour mark, you'd given up.

he forgot. he forgot about the date night that you both planned in advance, weeks ago. atsumu had been so busy for the past few months, you were so excited to just have one night to each other, one night to have him all to yourself.

you dressed up nice, putting on your fanciest, sexiest dress and heels, you took your time to get ready, knowing this was a special night, the first night you'd go out with your boyfriend in a while. and it didn't happen.

the reservation was an hour ago, and atsumu was two hours late. you were contemplating going to bed when the door burst open to reveal atsumu, panting, eyes frantic and apologetic. "baby fuck, i'm so sorry––" he practically ran towards you, throwing off his jacket and kicking off his shoes haphazardly.

he ran his hands through his hair, trying to give you a small smile but you wouldn't look at him, choosing to focus, or rather pretend to focus on the tv. "it completely slipped my mind honey, i promise i didn't mean to blow you off––not that that makes it better..."

he was met with silence and his shoulders sunk as he stepped towards you hesitantly, his feet dragging like a small child. "c'mon baby i would never do that to you on purpose, i mean...look at you, i––god i'm a fucking idiot."

you nodded subtly but he didn't comment on it, his eyes still trailing along your body. your dress fit you perfectly, it accentuated all your best features and your shoes––you rarely wore shoes like that, though they were sexy, he knew they also hurt like a bitch, so the fact that you wore those for him and he didn't even show up? he had a lot of making up to do.

"baby doll please look at me, let me see those gorgeous eyes so you can see how sorry i am." he cursed quietly to himself, looking around for some sort of answer. "please don't ignore me princess."

you kept your eyes trained forward, your tongue in your cheek as you tried to calm yourself down, the frustration and disappointment still lingering in your mind, making your body buzz. you sighed, "i don't know what you want from me, atsumu."

you could see from the corner of your eye that he was pouting dramatically, eyes wide. "wh––atsumu? what happened to baby? or bub?" he got on his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your thighs but you looked to the side, not wanting to give in.

you crossed your arms, your voice quiet when you spoke up again. "where were you?"

you noticed him hesitate and scratch the back of his head nervously. "i––well i was with the boys baby and––"

you nodded your head and he paused, scared that he'd said the wrong thing, he didn't want to mess up even more tonight. "but as soon as i remembered i came running home." you got up, and walked past him but he was quick to stand up and follow you. "but you love the boys don't you?" he was trying to make the situation better any way he could, thinking that maybe if he reminded you that you liked them, and even considered them your own friends, you wouldn't be as upset––shit logic, he knows.

you kept walking until you made it to your bedroom, "yeah i do, but they're always with you, tsumu." tsumu, that was better than his full name. you glanced over your shoulder briefly, the hurt look in your eyes stopping him in his tracks for a brief moment. "i just wanted to be with you, for once. i just––can't remember the last time we had a night to ourselves. i missed you." fuck.

you made your way in front of your vanity, looking in the mirror as you reached up to take out your earrings when atsumu's hand gently wrapped around your wrist in mid-air. "wait wait," he brought your hand up to his face and kissed your wrist, pressing his cheek into your palm. "i'm so sorry babygirl, please don't get undressed, you look too good to let all this go to waste. let me take you out, show you off–"

you shook your head, "it's late."

he felt like crying, "but––"

you shook your head again, letting your hand drop to your side. "i'm tired, babe." you reached for your earrings again and this time he didn't stop you, watching you put them away in your jewelry box.

you walked over to your side of the bed and sat down and atsumu dropped back down on his knees, reaching to take your heels off for you. "i'll make it up to you tomorrow––i'll blow off practice and you'll have me all to yourself all twenty-four hours, promise."

you appreciated the effort but sighed, both from his words and the feeling of his hands gently massaging their way from the heel to the ball of your foot. you hadn't actually walked with them so your feet weren't hurting, but you weren't going to reject the massage. "you can't just skip, you're on a professional team."

he moved onto the other foot, bringing it up to kiss your ankle. "sure i can, i just won't go." he was serious as ever, yet you couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

you ran a hand through his hair and he smiled, content with the affection you were showing him. "you're really not gonna let this go, huh?"

he shook his head and kissed up one of your calves, his hand caressing the other. "of course not." he looked at you earnestly and you could tell he wasn't joking around. "i hurt my girl and i've gotta make it up to her." he leaned up on his knees between your legs and tilted his head up towards you, a hopeful look in his eyes. "kiss?"

you bit your lip and nodded, placing your hand on his cheeks to pull him in for a sweet kiss and he sighed, hands resting on your thighs. it wasn't like your usual passionate ones, it wasn't intense, it was short but meaningful, a reassurance. when you both pulled away, he looked at you, a warm gaze in his eyes. "i love you pretty girl, i will make this right, i swear."

we will never be apart

diluc ragnvindr x reader | 1.8k + words

warnings: angst/comfort, mentions of blood/injuries, no pronouns used, ahh if i'm forgetting anything else just tell me

the howling of the wind as the front doors of the winery swing open violently, followed by a thud much too loud and heavy to be footsteps, draws you from your book and has you rushing from  the master bedroom and into the dark hallway, the pages of the novel left askew on the sheets in your abrupt departure.  

frigid air from outside makes the manor even colder than it normally is this time of night and your thin short silky pajamas weren’t doing much to help keep you warm but you didn’t have time to think about how cold you might get or throw on a robe, not when your worst fears were already churning uncomfortably in your stomach. they only grew worse when you looked over the banister to see diluc on his knees at the threshold of your home. it’s too dark to make out much but there’s no mistaking the long, fiery, mane of hair that flows towards the ground in his slumped over state. 

you can’t speak or call out to him. everything feels caught in your throat and you worry if you speak you may choke on the words but adrenaline and a racing heart move your feet as quickly as they can down the grand staircase. as you get closer you see one hand keeping his body from meeting the cold hardwood and the other gripping at his side desperately. bright red bangs cover his face but you can hear how hard he’s breathing, see in the dim moonlight coming through the open door the deep breaths he fights to take with every rise and fall of his back. 

a strong gust of wind rattles the doors and quickly you close and lock them, not wasting another moment to make your way to dilucs side and reach out for him with shaking hands. you swear all you can hear is the beating of your heart in your ears as you help him sit up, bringing his arm around your shoulders and with all the strength you can muster, help him stand up while supporting most of his weight. something wet and warm begins to seep into your night dress and stain your skin beneath, the smell of copper becoming more potent the more his blood stains your clothes. 

the only thing that breaks through the sound of your panicked heart is his strained voice calling your name. the way it sounds makes the tears you didn’t know were welling up in your eyes fall down your cheeks without permission. 

“y/n.. i..” he grunts when you tighten your arm around him and begin to make your way up the stairs. he’s so heavy; barely able to walk, his heavy boots dragging against the cold hardwood with every step you take, hardly able to use his hand to help him up the railing. it’s up to you, and the strength you worry would break at any moment, to help get him up along with his stumbling steps. 

“don’t speak. save your strength.” you reply, your voice is uneasy as the hands that are holding onto him, that are dripping with his blood. but no matter how hard you cried, no matter how the anxiousness in your stomach made you nauseous along with the terrible coppery smell, you had to keep moving, had to let it bubble over without control because right now your only focus was being sure diluc was okay. he had to be. what.. what would you do without him.. if he died in your arms- 

you have to stop your racing thoughts before they consume you. almost to the bathroom. it will be okay. it has to be okay.

it’s not the first time diluc has come home injured and you had to bandage him up, you’d say by now you’ve gotten quite good at it, but it’s never been this bad, never been this scary. there was no staff here at this hour, no one to call for a healer unless you wanted to leave diluc alone to do so by yourself but you aren’t sure you could stomach to leave his side in this state. 

normally diluc would sit quietly at the edge of the tub with a stern expression, his eyes not meeting yours as you cleaned and wrapped his wounds but tonight he can barely lean against the side of the tub as he tries to take off his coat and vest. your hands stop his own, trembling fingers peeling off the dirty and stained fabric until he’s left bare chested and he’s laying against the tile flooring, head resting against a towel. this time it’s your eyes that don’t meet his, even though the ruby orbs you love can't focus on anything but your distressed visage. 

he calls your name but you don’t reply. using his teeth to tear off his glove, it comes into your peripherals, gently resting on your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the tears that continue falling from your eyes. he hadn’t meant to worry you, hadn’t meant to use all of his strength after getting injured and stumble home only to barely make it through the door. the bloodied pajamas you wear, the shakiness of your hands and the worry in your crying eyes makes his heart ache far worse than the wound you’re attending to. he’d be okay, as long as he could ease your worry, stop your tears, he was sure of that. he’s suffered far worse but the reassuring words he speaks to try to tell you as much never seem to make it to you.

you don’t hear his voice, can barely register the hand that holds your face and wipes your tears. how could you when you can’t focus on anything but the injury at his side that slows how badly it’s bleeding as you apply pressure and a salve adelinde made for situations just like this. it wasn't meant to patch up wounds for good but as it foams against the gash it stops the bleeding and hopefully numb the pain. the crimson splotches are so bright against his porcelain skin and as the salve works its magic you continue checking the rest of him, cleaning every small cut you can find before coming back to gash on his side. 

his body flexes under your hands when he attempts to sit up, using all of the strength he has left to come closer to you, to comfort you. “wait! don’t get u-” you’re interrupted by a finger under your chin pulling your face from his toned stomach and to his soft eyes instead. normally you’d expect him to be mad that he’s hurt but tonight there’s no anger or irritation in his expression, he’s worried for you far more than he is himself.

“it’s okay y/n,” he speaks, his tone calm and reassuring. finally you hear his voice. diluc has never been very good at words of comfort but for you, if it meant your tears would dry and the smile he loves would return, he would always try. “it looks far worse than it feels. please, don’t waste your tears for my sake.” 

you bite your bottom lip, an attempt to stop yourself from crying more because you know you needed to be strong for him but it doesn’t work out the way you wish it to, if anything you’d say it's making it a little worse. your tears seem unstoppable as ever. using the back of your hand you wipe away the growing wetness on your cheek. “h- how could i not when you’re hurt?” 

his touch on your chin is beyond gentle, radiating with warmth and it only grows warmer when he caresses your jaw before the tips of his fingers brush your hair behind your ear. you can’t help but lean into it his touch, closing your eyes in hopes you could now calm down and not think about why you’re kneeling on the cold tile in the bathroom, in the middle of the night, covered in a color you normally couldn't get enough of but right now is making your whole body burn almost unbearably. 

“i’ll be alright,” dilucs words are as tender as his touch and full of sincerity. “it wasn’t my intention to worry you-.”

“but diluc-”

suddenly and softly his forehead finds solace on yours and you find, as you often do with diluc, his touch steals your breath away. the smell of his shampoo and the mint on his breath invades your senses- making you forget about the scent you couldn’t stand before. 

“i wouldn’t be dishonest with you, my love. please trust me when i say i’m alright,” his breath fans against your cheeks. strong, calloused hand finding its way even deeper into your hair with every word he speaks, until he is protectively holding the back of your head. “i will always be okay as long as you’re by my side… but i will be more careful in the future so you don’t have to worry like this again.”

“i always worry for you ‘luc,” you whisper, the last of your tears flowing down your cheeks and onto his scar ridden chest. you want so badly to wrap your arms around him and hold him against you but you don’t dare further hurt his wounds. instead your hands find his muscular arms and hope to relieve some of the stress he’s putting on his body by comforting you like this as you cling to him.

“i know,” he replies before attempting to hide a grunt of pain. your worry of hurting him makes you want to pull away when you hear the pained sound and you try to cautiously but he holds you steady against him, not letting your foreheads part. how did he have such incredible strength? “i am beyond thankful for that, and for you. i don’t know what i would do without you.”

“the feeling is the same,” you sob quietly, the tears you had just stopped starting to come back no matter how much you will them not to. “i.. i thought-”

“i have no intentions of ever leaving you y/n,” his hand in your hair tightens and the air in the bathroom grows warmer and warmer with every word of love he speaks. “i swear it. more than anything else in this life, i am yours and we will never be apart.”

“diluc.. i.. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, more than you know.”

the numbing agent slowly starts to ease dilucs pain while his words ease your own aching heart and though tears still fall from your eyes, your lips curl into a loving smile that matches his own. the bathroom is silent as you bask in each other's love while you finish bandaging him up and in the comfort of knowing things truly would be okay. 

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hq boys as meet cute scenarios !

✸ ft. atsumu, kuroo, suga, akaashi, kenma, & suna

✸ info & warnings: fluff

✸ a/n: might turn these into more detailed drabbles if anyone shows interest :)

✸ you pretend to be ATSUMU’s date so he doesn’t have to face an awkward interaction with his ex. you’re a little surprised when the random man approaches you and practically begs for your help through slightly slurred words. the desperation behind his eyes and pink flushing his cheeks convince you to go along with his deception. your mediocre night at the bar transforms into something much more entertaining as you get to know the blonde stranger. the two of you effortlessly click, bouncing jokes back and forth and breaking out in fits of rowdy laughter. despite the feel of angry eyes burning a hole into the back of your head (which must have meant his plan was working), you enjoy your time with the man you’ve come to learn is miya atsumu, who now holds the title of the most interesting person you’ve encountered at your regular drinking establishment. by the end of the night, the two of you are exchanging numbers and promising to meet again. maybe you’ll upgrade from pretend partner of convenience to his true significant other.

✸ KUROO holds the elevator door when he sees you rushing towards it. you’re out of breath by the time you make it into the lift, but you use what little air you have left to thank the man profusely for the polite gesture. when he asked what floor you were getting off on, you laughed, explaining that you were also stopping at floor twelve. the two of you share small talk before getting off, both of you making your way to the receptionist. you ask them to point you to kuroo tetsuro’s office and that’s when the man finally reveals his identity. he’s the one interviewing you for the position to become his personal assistant. your cheeks heat with embarrassment at your lack of punctuality, but kuroo assures you that he understands that life happens—he’s willing to look past it. his reassurance and your conversation with him in the elevator made the process of the interview a lot less nerve-wracking. kuroo was impressed with your resume, your experience, and most of all, you. he hired you on the spot. looks like you’d both be seeing a lot more of each other.

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“hello, my love.”

shouto todoroki’s morning voice makes you swoon — it’s rough around the edges and soft in the middle, like a sweet melody for your ears.

“good morning, shouto.”

you admire him in all of his glory; his hair is slicked back since he took a shower and it’s still damp (you can clearly see him pushing it back, annoyed huff leaving his lips. the thought makes you smile). he’s shirtless — toned chest almost glittering under the golden sunlight — but wearing loose tweed pants.

“how’d you sleep?” he asks, chops some melon and places it on a plate as you walk over to him.

“splendidly well,” you wrap your arms around his waist, bury your nose into his chest — he smells like peony and rose water body wash and feels soft, smooth. you’re embraced by comfort. you look up, grin at his pretty face. “and you?”

shouto leans down to kiss you — a kiss that tastes like tea, a sweet little kiss that makes you smile even more, wakes you up for the day. “also splendidly well. someone was clinging onto me and they continued to murmur they were cold, so. it was an eventful night.” he shrugs.

you hop on the countertop as he goes to turn on the stove, takes out some eggs from the fridge. there’s a tiny smile on his face and it’s contagious as hell.

“if i remember correctly, you were also hugging me closer to you.”

“oh, so now i can’t hug the person i’m marrying?!”

you giggle like a lovesick fool. “you’re impossible, mr. shouto todoroki.”

“i get that a lot in the office.” he wiggles in between your legs and you swear his eyes are in the shapes of hearts. and then, quite suddenly, he’s holding your chin — thumb grazing your bottom lip, making you taste the fruit he was cutting.

it’s quiet, barely above a whisper, but you hear it either way — i love you. and he plants a kiss on your lips, wraps his arms around your waist.

with a kiss from his lips you go to heaven and speak to god. with a touch from his hand your soul shivers.

his forehead rests against yours and it feels like you’ve become one for the thousandth time. he smiles, almost giggles. “okay, let me make you some breakfast.”

you feel loved. and you think it’s because you’re drowning in shouto todoroki’s love. and he feels the same way, too, lets you know in these little moments.

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Say it

Bakugou x reader

Summary: Bakugou tells you he loves you

A/n: ugh the pacing is all over the place & its driving me MAD but i'm stumped on how to fix it so here you go (ノ ˘_˘)ノalso i'm realizing the common theme of hurt/comfort in almost all my wips & *cries*. established relationship.

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The first time he said it, it brought you to tears.

Your entire body stiffened & you froze like you got shot, eyes wide as you stared at him. You barely registered the embarassed look on his face, how his face flushed & his ears turned pink. Everything seem to fade out, except for those words echoing in your ears.

"Oi, say som- are you crying??"

You blinked at that, only then realising your dampened cheeks.

Oh. You were crying, huh.

"S-sorry. I-i just-" you could barely choke the words out, your hands making useless attempts at wiping away the tears that wouldn't stop flowing. Damnit. Stop crying. The last thing you wanted was for Bakugou to associate his verbal affirmation of love with making you cry. Your tear ducts ain't listening though, so you resorted to hiding your face in your hands, sniffling while you collect yourself.

"Oi."

You heard Bakugou mutter, tone softer this time, before you felt his large hands curl around your wrists to gently pull your hands from your face.

"Look at me," he said in that soft tone that you couldn't help but cave into. "Please."

You forced your big wet eyes to meet his worried vermillion ones. His expression soft, a ghost of a smile lingering on his lips.

"Hey, pretty," he whispered adoringly.

You cracked a smile at that, your boyfriend's face mirroring your own. His big thumbs wiping your wet cheeks.

"What happened?"

"Oh g-god, Katsu, its not you. I just had such a shitty d-day. Everything went wrong & i felt s-so worthless & my head got so lo-loud & i just-" you blurted out, harshly rubbing your eyes, before meeting his unwavering gaze again.

"I just really needed to hear that," you sniffed. "Love you, Katsu."

"I didn't realize it was so important to you," he said, carefully tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears before his brows furrow in slight concern. "Did it bother you that i've never said it before?"

"Nah. I knew you loved me. You say it in so many other ways," you mummured, smiling up shyly at you boyfriend whose face softened into relief & adoration at your words. Carefully & gently he wraps his arms around your small frame & engulfed you in a hug.

"Its just nice to hear you say it i guess," you mummured into his shirt as you nuzzled your face into his chest.

"Thank you."

Those two words is all he says, but you understood. Able to discern the relief & genuine gratitude in his voice.

Thank you for listening to all the silent 'i love yous' he didn't put into words.

When his hand always reaches out to wordlessly ruffle your head whenever he passes by your desk in class, making you squeak out indignantly for messing up your hair. When he sneaks his eggrolls onto your plate during dinner because he knew they were your favourite from the happy wiggle you did in you seat. When he sits at the other end of the bus during school trips but slips one of his earbuds into your hand for you to listen to the shared playlist he made of a mixture both your favourite songs.

They were all little things he did whilst barely sparing you a glance, much less a word. Sometimes he worries his feelings don't come across. That he's doing too little, his actions too subtle & miniscule to convey the depth of what he felt for you. Yet, each time he'd always catch the small smile on your face, something shy & bashful & full of adoration that reached your eyes. He'd watch that little smile reserved only for him & he knows he's doing something right.

Words have never been easy for Bakugou. But realizing you've heard him all this time when he didn't say a word, felt the affection he tried to convey in his awkward actions, he decided it didn't matter how it came out.

You'd understand what he meant despite however clumsily he said it either way.

"I really love you, idiot."

Can I ask for some tot fluff after the angst? Mc is in hospital and guys find her (she’s totally fine, just sprained an ankle or something minor). Ty!

tot boys when you’re in critical condition (2)

characters: all

a/n: i didn’t make it a minor injury per se, but mc is all good n it’s still fluff!!

alternate ver

ARTEM WING

“you know, i was so worried when i saw, i could have sworn i started crying. don’t even know why my cheeks are dry,” artem tells you, lightheartedly. although you can hear the rawness of his heart in his words, you choose to simple place a hand on his cheek, just as you’ve done many times before that.

“you know i’d never just leave you behind like that.”

“not even when i had to watch you with all that blood coming out of you? you didn’t see it, mc. i was so scared you weren’t coming back and i’d have to watch you get buried when i didn’t even get to live my life out with you yet.”

“i’m not leaving you, artem. i love you.” artem just lays his head down the side of your bed, taking a few straggled breaths, a few sobs falling out of his mouth. you give him a small kiss, at the top of his head, where you can reach from your position in the bed. he looks up at you and you place your hand back gently on his cheek.

but it’s different, artem notes. you just smile at him, hand on his cheek, your thumb rubbing comforting circles where your words would usually be. he places a chaste kiss on your fingers, gently but so full of his emotions. you can almost feel all his unshed tears. 

“artem, thank you,” you say, fighting back a few tears of your own.

“why?”

“for being so good at loving me.”

and just like how the sun is after a particularly heavy storm, the clouds part and warmth returns. “thank you, too. for letting me love you.”

MARIUS VON HAGEN

you wake up with a groan. something heavy’s right on your chest. seriously, do patients not get the privilege of getting good sleep. you look down, not too surprised to see marius there, deep asleep, muttering to himself, a few emotions flickering on his face. you let your hand caress his cheek, still moist from the dried tears. marius was never good at keeping his composure when ti came to you.

so there you sat in silence, until you heard marius sob in sleep. he says something, unintelligible, but you register it as a cry nonetheless. “marius? marius, wake up. marius? marius.”

he shoots up, quickly scanning his surroundings before his eyes land to you. “a nightmare?”

“even when you’re sick you’re still worried about me,” he half-heartedly comments, unable to muster up his usual whines. “marius,” you say, a hand wrapping around his, “what’s wrong?”

“i thought you were gonna die, mc. i didn’t even-, i didn’t even get to say my last words. if you did, i-” he sobs, falling on your chest again, and it feels like the weight of the world falls back upon you. “marius, i’m fine. see? i’m here, and you still have all the time to tell me what you want.”

“but what if you weren’t?” he pleads with you an answer. his tears falling freely down his cheeks. “i would’ve been okay, because i hate seeing you like this.”

LUKE PEARCE

“mc, wake up. wake up, please. please, please, please, please, please.” you hear luke mutter, his hands on your cheeks. you grumble, your eyes adjusting to the harsh hospital lights after being unconscious for god knows how long.

“luke..?”

you hear his choked sob. frankly, you’re having a hard time seeing, between the lights and your squinting to try and avoid it, you probably have no way to see what luke’s doing right now.

but you feel him. he hasn’t let his hand leave your body. it pulls away from your cheeks and to your hand. “luke, how long was i out?”

“3 days.”

“3 days? it’s friday?!” you struggle to move, but your body was frankly, too tired to be of much use right now. “mc, don’t move! i’ll call the doctors.”

so the doctors come, do their routine checking and leave. luke stays behind with you, hand on yours, sitting silent. “luke, what’s wrong? how bad was it, luke,” you add on, trying to assess the situation as best as you can from where you lay. his grip on your hand shakes as he squeezes your hand a bit in comfort. “they didn’t think you were ever going to wake up. it was bad, mc. so, so, so, so bad.”

you move your hand up to his chin, tilting it to look towards you, with the best strength you could muster. luckily, luke doesn’t fight it. “luke, i lost 8 years with you. i’m not losing any more than what i have to. i promise.” 

VYN RICHTER

vyn sits beside you, silently cutting some fruit for you. it’s never been this silent with him ever, in all your years of knowing him. “vyn-”

“why couldn’t you be more careful?” he asks. you’d be angry at his words, that is, if his tone wasn’t so full of desperation. you don’t know what the things vyn has seen to make him react so pained, but it must have been taxing. his voice shakes, and so does his arms. at least he has the mind to put down the fruit knife.

“mc, i trust your judgement. more than anyone, more than mine. you keep me safe, so why are you so careless with yours? do you know what i’ll do once you’re gone? because i don’t — and that’s the worst part. i can’t do this without you, mc. so why couldn’t you have been more careful-” 

you shut him up with a kiss. a long awaited and welcomed one. you pull away, foreheads touching, eyes connected. “vyn, i didn’t mean to get hurt, and for you to get hurt too in the process. if care is what it needs, then i’d be more than happy to give it just that.”

“i can’t watch you dying, again, mc. i don’t-”

“i promise, vyn. you won’t have to.” this time, he initiates the kiss. a fresh take of life and forgiveness and sorrow and love, all wrapped up in a vyn-sized bundle. 

6:32am ☆ miya atsumu

tags: fem! reader, pet names (princess, girlfriend, girl)

you've never been provoked to hit your boyfriend, but with atsumu dragging you out of bed too early, only to prop you up onto the bathroom counter so you can watch him get ready, this might be a first for you. "tsumu, i wanna go to bed." you repulsively dragged out. your darkened eye bags were evidence of how tired you truly were but atsumu didn't seem to care. and he only hummed at your current drowsy state.

"and i want bonding time with my girlfriend, is that a problem?" you had to scoff at his deceiving explanation. he, who begged to the point where he might've even gotten on his knees for you to spend the night. you would've cooed at him if that was the real reason he woke you up, anytime spent with him is amazing. however, you've spent the last two days under his roof, in his house eating, drinking, napping, cooking, chilling, and sleeping together. not one moment was spent without atsumu so you knew this was not solely him wanting to be with you. but rather him wanting you to watch him get ready. to see how perfect and attractive your boyfriend truly was at any point of the day.

you rolled your eyes and groaned at the half naked man in front of you. with his gray worn out sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips while a towel draped over his shoulder, atsumu threw you a quick smirk before turning away. you really hated to admit it, you'd rather go on his 5am jog than admit it to his face that he was actually really attractive right now. with his stupid messy damp blonde hair and his stupid pretty brown eyes that lit up everytime he looked at you, and his stupid stupid stupid attractive voice that sounded like heavens gold in the morning. you hated how even after turning away from you, his bare back was stupidly pretty, his muscles that flexed ever so slightly with how he walks and the way his hands flowed loosely along side his hips. "ya comin' or not?" he asked, stopping to lean against the door frame. "yeah, whatever." you rolled your eyes, annoyed at his jaw dropping sight but you can't complain. "i know im pretty but pick yer jaw off the floor." atsumu quickly snickered before running away. his slightly damp body hitting the bed in laughter. shortly after, you landed on top of him, hands tickling his sides, before stopping to place a kiss to his soft lips.

"you're lucky i love you." you huffed before connecting with atsumu's lips again. there's a distinct taste of his toothpaste on your lips but you didn't mind, not when his hands held you tight in his arms while your lips slowly danced together. his blonde hair was still messy, his face was soft from his nicely put together skincare, the unwelcomed sunlight grazing his skin, making him glow even more, and his still not yet fully clothed body though he needs to leave in five minutes, but even despite his current state, he truly was the prettiest at this moment. atsumu is pretty. prettier than all flowers that bloom in the spring, his eyes shining more than the sun when he looks at you, but what you think is the prettiest of them all, is his charming smile. the lazy smile that sits on atsumu's face after you pull away from his lips. "and i love you too, my pretty girl."

but most importantly, atsumu thinks if there's one person who's prettier than him, is you.

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

masterlist

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.

do not repost © lavynrose 08/28/21

soft boys !!

synopsis: how they go soft for you<3

featuring: iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsuro

warning: none! kinda cheesy at kuroo's i apologize ahdjwd

iwaizumi hajime

soft soft boy

hes a very collected man with a few moments where he's angry or frustrated. other than that he's someone who has everything under control

everything but his feelings for you

melts the moment he sees your teary eyes as you watched one of your favorite animated movies.

weren't you a sweetheart

"love," he chuckled when he heard your sob, your face immediately buried in his chest as you wrapped your arms around his torso and sniffled. it was kinda funny how patient hajime was being.

"it's okay, I'm pretty sure they'll find a way to save him," iwaizumi reassured as he stroked your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you slowly peeked out of his shirt to stare at the TV, now watching the movie with a frown and tear stained cheeks.

"it was still so unfair," you mumbled almost grumpily, making a chuckle rumble from iwaizumi's chest.

"i know right, I'll fight them for it,"

kuroo tetsuro

you're kind of his favorite person in the whole world and he doesn't even hide it tbh

im talking social media accounts filled with your pics with him

pics of you smiling, a picture of your outfits, pictures of your dates to the last place you visited together

but the moment he sees you post something on your story like "baby" or "love"

he's gone

SO gone

"this picture is so cute," you said from the couch as you scrolled on your phone, staring at the many pictures you took of tetsuro the previous night on your date together.

"you think so?" kuroo replied, clearly not paying attention as he typed away something work related on his computer. he was kind of busy but he always made sure to be around you.

a few moments later, he felt his phone buzz a little and grabbed it, thinking it was gonna be a message or an important email. but it was a notification from Instagram, specifically you.

you mentioned him in a story? clicking on the chat, he felt his heart squeeze when he saw his picture on your story. your story, with a simple caption that said "love" next to his head.

he knew how much you didn't post about him. not because you didn't love him but because you preferred for him to do so. so this was definitely something.

he just reposted your story, quickly typing away before setting his phone down with a smile.

"i love you forever"

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