Atsumu × Gn!reader; Wc: 1.4K; Comfort Vibezzzz

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.

It's so cute when kids get restless or excited then they start fiddling with their clothes HSHSHSHAHA

Stop it, Inko!! He’s already dead!

꒰ HE STOOD YOU UP PT.2 ꒱

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

ʚ OIKAWA ɞ

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

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

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

but oikawa’s been alone with his thoughts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ʚ USHIJIMA ɞ

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh.”

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

“i told them i couldn’t come in.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it hurts knowing i’m second to your career.

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

“you don’t have to say that-”

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

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ

“y/n?”

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

“come in.”

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

“yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ice cream?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

⸰ֺ WHEN THEY WANT ATTENTION

includes : bakugou, shoto, dabi, kirishima

a/n : reblogs are really appreciated !! technically my first bnha post mh how will this go :O

♡ BAKUGOU's red eyes slant in your direction, an obvious frown adorning his features. ”what?,” you hiss at him, tearing your eyes away from your book to look at your boyfriend, who’s made himself comfortable on the chair across you. bakugou turns away grumbling for the nth time, hands behind his head. “enough reading, dumbass,” he says, eyebrows furrowed and lips curved downwards, his frown turning into an angry pout. “if you want my attention, just say so,” you laugh, adamant to not let this chance go to waste. “whatever,”’ he mutters, nevertheless getting up from his place to come sit next to you, patting his thighs to tell you to come closer. “clingy, aren’t you?,” you tease, ignoring bakugou’s dismissive “shut up,” as you climb into his lap. and even if he refuses to admit it, you can feel his smile against your skin as he buries his face into your neck.

♡ DABI chucks a paper ball at your head, groaning in disappointment when you dodge, scowling at him. “can you not?” you hiss, gesturing at the textbooks in front of you, “ i’ve got assignments to do." dabi disregards your words, getting up from the chair he's sitting on. “ don't care,” he says (infuriatingly, might i add), streching his arms before he decides to get closer to you. “assignments are stupid,” he murmurs, hands in his pockets as he brings his face to yours, noses touching. “you could've gotten a kiss if you'd pay more attention to me instead of those shitty things," dabi states, eyes flicking down to your lips, “too bad, huh?” “shut up,” you scold, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer. “if you want a kiss that bad, you just have to ask, y’know,” you retort, pressing your lips against his while shaking your head. “yeah right,” dabi mutters, but even if his tone is irritable you can feel his hand snake around your waist to pull you closer.

♡ TODOROKI tilts his head, standing outside your room to contemplate. he stays there for a minute or two before he walks up to you, his usually blank face showing a hint of discomfort. "i miss you," he says, crossing his arms across his chest as you snort, keeping your phone aside. "i'm right here, sho," you reason, amused at the man's confused expression as he signals you to scoot over and make space for him on the bed. "yeah," he agrees with you, one hand on his side as the other finds its way around your waist, now seeming to be content. you smile at him, snuggling into his warmth and burying your head in his neck. "this good?" you ask, grinning to yourself at your boyfriend's cuteness. "now, it's okay," he assures you―just being in your presence is enough for shoto.

♡ KIRISHIMA plops face-down on the bed beside you, the frame creaking slightly under his weight as he props himself up on his elbows. “babe,” he pokes your side gently, frowning when you don’t reply. “baby,” he repeats, louder this time, still not catching your attention. “mh?,” you nod at him, eyes never leaving the book in your hands, “what is it, eiji?” kirishima wonders if he should just leave you alone for a second— nevertheless deciding against it. he places his warm hands on your cheeks, squishing them while turning your head towards him. ”can we spend some time together, please?,” he asks, slight pout forming on his lips as he awaits your response. you can’t help but smile at his adorable expression, muttering a “yes“ as you feel his lips touch your forehead happily. and when you get to see his grin as he tucks you into his side, you know leaving work for a bit is worth it.

THINGS CLASS 1-A BOYS ARE INSECURE ABOUT and how you help them feel better

tiny angst to big comfort, not too distressing

masterlist

warnings: body image, body checking, stretch marks, self bad mouthing LOL, sleepy time writing and not proof read. hope u enjoy!!!

part 2 shiratorizawa vbc

KIRISHIMA

• bby doesn’t like his tum :(((

• he gained a lot of weight as he grew up and most of it was muscle but he has a little pouch and he doesn’t like it one bit

• if he goes to the beach, he’ll always swim with his shirt on, even though he’s a famous hero and is largely thirsted over

• sometimes he just needs to have u near bc he gets a little sad when he thinks about all the other pros u could be with their hard and chiselled and perfect bodies and he doesn’t know why u would ‘settle’ for him ( >:((( )

• which you hate bc there’s nothing you would change about him and you actually think it’s really adorable and he’s the most handsome boy you’ve ever seen and it just makes you so mad

• you try to tell him that you think he’s gorg in every conceivable way

• he’ll take the compliment and it will make him smile but it doesn’t change how he feels in the long run

• funnily enough the thing that gets him to like his belly more is when ur insecure about ur tummy actually!

• he catches you in the mirror pulling back ur top up look at ur stomach and you sigh defeatedly

• homeboy is like 😱😱😱🤨🤨🤨🤬🤬🤬

• he comes up behind you and places his hands on ur waist, rubbing the front sides and telling you how much he loves you in ur ear

•caresses ur belly and really looks at it in the mirror. he thinks it’s so cute, so soft and warm, he thinks the extra pudge is just more surface area to appreciate on you, and he loves ur cute love handles, he likes how they look when he pinches them

• the next time he’s checking himself in the mirror, he lifts up his shirt and looks at his tummy. huh, it’s not so different to urs, he never notices that before. he brought his fingers down to squidge the sides, and they felt like urs.

• this makes him think, if he likes it so much on you, why can’t he like it on himself??? he should be proud he looks even a little bit like you, the great beauty you are to him.

• so, now, whenever he sees the extra fat in his tanks, or feels it against the waits band of his shorts, he just thinks of you and smiles warmly. maybe he was a handsome boy, just like you said

MIDORIYA

• he has a lot of stretch marks actually!

• he built a lot of muscle very quickly so they’re on his arms and his upper back

• doesn’t let them bother him too much he’s pretty happy with his looks i’d say

• but sometimes if he looks at himself too long he’ll see them and he’ll falter a bit, he just wishes his arms were ‘normal’ sometimes but there’s not much he can do

• all you have to do is verbally reassure him

• like if you find out he doesn’t like his stretch marks, you just need to say:

“izuku! be quiet i love ur stretch marks!!”

• he’ll be like :o really?

• and ur like “yeah dumb dumb i think they’re hunky and they’re like free tattoos. plus this skins really smooth there.”

•after that instead of looking away when he catches them in the mirror, he flexes his big arms that he worked so hard for and smiles like this ^U^

KAMINARI

• doesn’t like his nose ???

• you can’t imagine why

• you ask him why when he complains about it while ur getting ready for bed sometimes, sharing a mirror

• he’s like “it’s too ... pointy”

• what ever the fuck that means

• you slowly start to try and help him feel a little better by kissing the tip of his nose a lot instead of his cheek or his forehead

• it’s not scientific but u hope a bit of extra a attention will help

• it does make his heart warm, and he decides if u like his nose so much, he’ll try to see things your way from now on

• he wants to be more confident not just for himself but for you too. a big chunk is for himself too tho

• cherry on top is when ur watching a movie and the hottest guy in the whole thing comes on screen and u absentmindedly go “that guy has the exact same nose as you” as u play with his hair with his head in ur lap

• he holds onto that compliment til the end of time

IIDA

• his glasses :(((

• wishes he could look more like his brother, but he can’t wear contacts bc he has sensitive eyes

•feels embarrassed putting them on in the morning, feels like a dingus wearing them sometimes (break my heart why don’t you)

• let’s just say it’s before you get together

• thinks they could hinder his chances with you too

• That is until,,,, he hears you chatting away with Mina about your ideal man

•”hmm i’m not sure.. i like nerdy guys tho, like smart, trust worthy, all that. can’t say i’m not partial to a man in glasses either.”

•his cheeks had never been redder

• he had gone to find you to ask you a question about a project you were doing together, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore, which was admittedly not very nerdy of him

•all he could think about is that he’s ur type, he’s ur type, he’s ur type

• all worries about his glasses disappear, or are brushed aside soon after they appear after that incident

heya gang, this was fun to do, let me know if u want a part 2 with more characters, although it’s hard trying to not make them repetitive. replies and reblogs appreciated!!! bye love u bye!!!

Heyya saw that your requests were open for a bit but i was wondering if i could request diluc,xiao,and zhongli with a kinda angst/hurt to fluff one were reader got hurt/taken but was returned and we have some emotions and softness from thw boys smth along the lines of "i thought id never see you again" or something,and just teary goodness with lots of love? Hope you are doing well hope you have a great day/night :) <3

I love this! Thank you for the idea @queerest-monster-luver :D I’ve had something like this in my mind for a while now but I was always a little hesitant cause it just seemed similar to my Death and Regrets series haha. This is something I would like to write for all the guys but I’ll think of that later.

Sorry that I couldn’t write it for Zhongli though. There’s no particular reason, I just didn’t feel too inspired when it came around to him haha. No hard feelings hopefully, I think I just need more time if I were to really write it properly for Zhongli.

Scenario: Reader gets abducted, possibly hurt

Characters: Diluc, Xiao, gn!reader

Warnings: angst to comfort, mentions of dying and borderline torture, not proofread

Diluc

"I’ll be back soon,” Diluc had kissed your forehead that morning before he left for Dragonspine. 

He remembers it. The way his cold lips warms up against your skin. He’d be back by nightfall, he promised, but it was oh so hard to leave your side. Whether it just be to the tavern or a quick round of patrols, he always ended up leaving late these days, just cause he didn’t mind being held up by you.

“Go!” You chuckle, pushing at his waist, telling him if he left any later, he’ll come back later too and would probably miss having dinner with you. He gives a lopsided smile, one that was especially reserved for you, and finally leaves.

Maybe he should’ve listened.

Maybe being home 10 minutes earlier or maybe even 5, would have changed the outcome of things.

“Diluc,” Jean was there, along with Kaeya. 

Jean’s face had always been readable. It was always easy to tell if she felt tired, or if she was deep in thought. So, Diluc saw it almost immediately.

That was pity in her eyes.

Diluc doesn’t ask anything. 

The maids are outside, looking panic-stricken and dazed. Kaeya doesn’t meet his eyes. 

Diluc bolts toward the mansion door, only to be stopped by Adelinde. “Young master, I--I’m sorry. It all happened too fast, they took Y/N and--”

The red-head stops in his tracks. He slowly turns toward Adelinde, his brows furrowed, eyes confused. “Who--” then his eyes dart towards Kaeya and Jean, they should know better than Adelinde. “Who and where? Tell me, now,”

“The Fatui,” Kaeya is the one who answers, finally lifting his head up from his pondering and meeting eye to eye with his brother. “...but they could be anywhere by now--”

“Why didn’t you call for me sooner?!”

“Diluc, you were up in Dragonspine. It would’ve been impossible to track down your exact whereabouts. We used that manpower to track down where they might’ve taken Y/N instead,” Jean, ever the voice of reason. 

“And have you figured it out?” Diluc countered. There was silence for a moment, giving him the answer he needed. He barked out a sarcastic puff of laughter. “As expected.” and he turned to walk off, away from the mansion.

When asked where he was going, he answered: “I’m not going to sit around here waiting,”

He didn’t sleep that night. Nor the next. The only sleep he got was on his desk, bent over a map that he had marked with countless of red dots. Places that he might have missed. 

Whenever he realized that he was sleeping, he’d bolt up and continue working. 

Days turned into a week and there were moments where he felt himself crumbling.

I don’t understand, I kissed you that morning.

With his eyes closed, he rests his forehead on his hand. Remembering the last time he saw you.

We were supposed to have dinner together.

How could everything have changed so fast? He asks himself. It was a quick trip to Dragonspine, just like any other day and yet, he’d suddenly been deprived of the warmth he always had at night. 

Gone were the mornings where you whispered “Hey there bedhead” while lightly tugging on strands of his untied hair. 

Gone were the moments where he would drape an arm around your chair, leaning over to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

Gone were the countless times he tenderly smiled at the way you discussed something you were passionate about.

Y/N, I feel like I’m dying.

The pulling, stretching, squeezing feeling is back in his chest. He digs the palms of his hands over his eyes, teeth grit. He feels the wave of frustration start to crash over him and the waves also drown him in sorrow. 

“Y/N,” it’s as if the shaky whisper of your name on his lips pushes him. Even saying your name hurt, and his eyes finally prickle with discouraged tears, yet, he doesn’t let go fully, a painful lump in his throat preventing him from tipping over the edge. 

He doesn’t know where you are. 

Doesn’t know when he’ll see you next. 

Doesn’t know if you’re alright. 

It was past midnight when there was furious knocking on the mansion door. It doesn’t wake him, yet again slumped over his study. The maids answered. Jean is there with you in tow, wrapped snugly in a beige, wooly blanket. She quickly passed you off to the maids, telling them that it was late, and she’d come again tomorrow to discuss a report with Diluc.

When Diluc was alerted, he almost fell scrambling down the stairs. He stops at the foot of them, eyes wide and awe struck, unsure if he was yet again dreaming up this reunion. 

“...You’re here,” he whispers, still frozen on the spot, afraid that if he moved he would wake up from this dream. 

You saunter towards him, wrapping the blanket around you tightly and just let yourself fall into his arms. 

The dam breaks right then and there, his arms shooting up to wrap around you. “Y/N,” he mumbles. “Y/N...” he dips his face into the crook of your neck, relief and fear shaking his body like never before. Again and again he said your name, like it would give back the lost time. Like it would mend his broken heart.

You apologized for worrying him, yet your voice cracked the same way as his did. 

After briefly freshening up, he whisks the two of you away into the privacy of his bedroom. It’d been a while since he was last in there. He wanted to ask what happened, where they kept you, how you were found, but his priority had always been your safety. 

“Did they hurt you? Touched you? Anything?” His fingers were still gentle as it glides around all of you. Your cheeks, your chin, your neck, your arms. He had to be sure. He had to make sure. 

When he found nothing and you confirmed that nothing bad had happened, he fell into bed with you. “Promise me you’ll tell me everything tomorrow,” he encased you in his arms, fear still raw in his veins that someone would come and take you again. 

He would figure it out with you tomorrow. 

For now, he wanted his sanity back. For tonight, he wanted to heal that hole in his chest. For forever, he would never let anyone take you away from him again.

“I love you, Y/N. I’d rather perish than be apart,”

Xiao

He felt it before it even happened. A strange feeling at the back of his neck, a weird shiver up his spine. His instincts told him something was wrong, but he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was. He genuinely thought it had just been the weight of his karmic debt pressing down on him.

It didn’t bother him as much as it did before, knowing that you were capable of assuaging his stress levels and responsibilities. He sighs as he leans on the wall of the rooftop, closing his eyes to just think about the greeting kiss he knows you’re going to press on his cheek. Just the thought of it makes his shoulders relax, like the tight muscles on his back just dissolves like cotton candy. 

He’ll never say it out loud, neither would he admit to it, but he can’t wait. He needed to see you today.

Except, you didn’t come. 

He waited an extra hour more before retiring for the day, perhaps you got caught up with work in Liyue Harbor. 

The next morning, he was more irritable than usual. He couldn’t hide his disappointment. Come nightfall, he was perturbed and visibly uncomfortable that you hadn’t visited again. His karmic debt pooling out of him, wisps of black appearing beneath his feet. He opted to check on you first thing in the morning.

Xiao had been to your house before. Twice, possibly thrice, but it was enough to keep it in his memory. There, it’s as if the whole world didn’t matter. Just you and him, mostly you showing him mundane things. Like making coffee, or cooking a dish. He’d always just stay silent and listen, watching as you carefully leveled a teaspoon of coffee powder. Everything he experienced when he was with you, was ten times more rewarding.

The smell of the coffee. The way how a simple task could look so good when you did it. They way you turned your head towards him and asked if he wanted to try some. 

He arrived at your door to knock and get no answer, but on the second knock, the door slipped open, telling him that it hadn’t been locked in the first place.

That’s when he felt it. The same, creeping sensation up his back and along his spine, spreading as a shiver through his body.

Why would your door be open?

He welcomes himself in, and saw the familiar sight. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Everything seemed as it is. Except that you were nowhere to be found. Not in the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, not in your bed. 

No.

Xiao could feel the intense sense of dread making its way to his veins. He checked once again in every room, and ended up stopping in your bedroom. Your bed wasn’t made. All your things were still in your drawers and cupboards.

 You didn’t go anywhere.

Someone had taken you.

Xiao’s anger shoots up all over his body. His fists clench on his sides and he tries to gather whatever information he could from what he saw. Any elemental residue, any leftover presence. None. Mostly because he had waited too long.

I should’ve checked sooner...!

He turned around, polearm appearing in his hand, and in a sudden impulse let out a frustrated roar while making a wide cut across your wall. A line appeared on the concrete, but your wooden door was not spared and it was easily cut into two.

“Ghhr,” He grits his teeth as he tries to rein his anger in. Black wisps intensifying, crawling up his legs, then his arms. Reaching upwards, consuming him--

‘Xiao, you’ll always have me, and I’ll always have you, right?’

He gasps, pulling himself out of the sea of darkness, remembering your voice and the promise you made to each other. He breathes out shakily, closing his eyes to calm his nerves. 

You would have called. 

You would have called if something was wrong, and it only meant that whoever took you, came in the dark of night. 

He thought about how you might have felt, thought about whether or not you struggled. His thoughts started spiraling again, downward, onto the depths of the possibility that you might not even be alive anymore. 

No.

He stopped himself again, yet his rage was all-consuming.

They’ll pay when I find them.

But it took days. 

Day after day of Xiao feeling as if his karmic debt was heavier than ever. That the weight on his shoulders intensified ever since you disappeared. That the world was against him. That he was meant to suffer and this was his punishment for being happy with you all that time. 

His temper was unquenchable, and by the second day, he took himself away from Wangshu Inn, irritated by the noises and the sounds that he usually didn’t mind.

He looked everywhere, even asking the assistance of Cloud Retainer, but Liyue was vast, and Teyvat even vaster. 

Where did you go?  

He felt the tendrils of darkness nearly eating him alive. Was that Death waving at him? A black cloak draped around Xiao’s shoulders. 

‘Xia--’

The darkness clears up almost immediately, like black clouds parting for a ray of sunlight. Xiao’s head shot up, eyes widened and he pushed himself up from the tree he was resting on. That was your voice. Cracked and sounding as if you hadn’t used it for days. 

Y/N, come on. 

He grips his polearm tight, eyes shutting in concentration. 

Just one more time. I’ll be there.

He waits only a few seconds more in bated breath.

‘Xiao!’

He pulls at the sound intensely, as if the utterance of his name was a string connecting the two of you. All he had to do was follow it. In the blink of an eye, he appears before you, and his arms stretch out to envelop you in a protective embrace. 

He swerves the two of you around, his one hand tight on your shoulder, grasping you against him. His other on his polearm, pointed at the perpetrators. 

Treasure Hoarders. 

And it doesn’t take Xiao long to realize that you were not the only one taken captive here. 

“Disgusting mortals...” Something about Xiao’s voice is ferocious, more so than usual. “If I could pass judgement on to you...” An intense wind knocks away everything and anything in the hidden treasure hoarder camp. Logs, tents, books, coins, bags all rolling on the ground, clanking against each other. 

The howl of the wind was loud in your ears. “Release everyone,” Xiao commands, and who were they to disobey someone who had obviously caused a God-like phenomenon? 

Then, your lover finally turns to you, pained expression on his face. The first thing he does is to lift your hand, pressing it against his cheek as he closed his eyes. He sighed almost pitifully, finally getting some semblance of his usual comfort back. 

“Tell me they didn’t hurt you... I may not be able to control myself if they did,” he whispers out and you assure him that everything’s fine...Except that you haven’t properly drank enough water or eaten food in days and that they kept everyone’s mouths and wrists bound for that long.

You hear a growl at his throat. Torturing you like that was just as good as hurting you, but you stop him from going away and taking care of the wrong-doers. “I just...want to go home, Xiao,”

Your pleading and exhausted voice was enough, and he somewhat agreed that he wanted you all to himself for the next few days. 

Just as quickly, you found yourself in your house and he made sure you drank plenty of water and ate before urging you to call a house doctor to do a check on you. 

He didn’t let you leave his sight even for a second, his paranoia still high and still on alert. 

When everything was in order, he finally settled into bed with you. His forehead pressing on your shoulder and letting you run your hands through his hair. 

This was it. This was the only thing he needed in this world.

“...You don’t know how much of a hold you have on me, Y/N,” he mumbles, feeling the familiar stroke of your fingers mending the tears in his soul caused by the past few days. 

Then, he tells you something that you thought he’d never even consider, ever the cautious person around others.

“I’ll stay here, from now on. Right beside you,”

SUPPORT ME AT KO-FI AND READ SOME EXCLUSIVE FICS!

https://ko-fi.com/primofate

MASTERLIST

https://primofate.tumblr.com/post/653296890583154688/masterlist-for-mobile-version-main-links

the luke debt collector came and held a gun on my head.

"are you feeling good now cutie?" he asked while brushing your hair softly.

"mmhm," you lift your head from suna's chest and gave him a smile half mouthed.

"i told you before and i will told you again. please," suna put his palm on your cheek when you were about to lower your head.

"don't bottle up your emotions. don't hide yourself from me. whatever you are feeling; angry, sad, happy, depressed. tell them to me so you won't get crushed under those feelings."

as if you weren't emotional enough, his words made your eyes teary. staring at him deeply made your heart ache as well. not because anything bad, just his lovingly caring eyes.

"oh god, don't cry again." he said laughingly. but you couldn't stop yourself and when your lips wobbled suna pulled you into his arms.

embracing his body tightly, you put your face in his neck and kissed him there before letting your tears to fall. there was a feeling on your chest heavy yet light. loving him was making your heart heavy but it was the best feeling ever. i couldn't reflect here well but yk you just love someone sm that your chest hurts idk weird

suna started to stroke your hair while you were enjoy being in his presence.

"i love you." you said after putting your palm on his cheek.

"i love you too." suna said letting his head fall on your head. even if it was just toward evening, both of you were sleepy.

before him not falling asleep properly you raised your head from his neck and pulled his head softly to yourself to give his cheek a tender kiss.

"sweet dreams."

— calling them pretty

shinsou, kirishima, kaminari x fem!r

might be spelling/ grammar mistakes; just fluff lol

another repost from an old acc 😔 i cant help it i love this one too much. shinsou's makes my heart do things. dont hate me </3

# shinsou

you were sat in shinsou's lap, his back leaning against the headboard of his creaky bed, calloused hands resting on your hips meanwhile your hands cupped his face at his jaw, a look of concentration on your face. "watcha thinkin' about, pretty girl?" he manages to mumble, hoping you can't hear his heart beating so damn loud. "about how pretty you are." you answer, tilting his chin up, "just thinkin' about pretty you are." you repeat. "oh yeah?" "mhm." it's silent for a moment, but he can't the smile that forms on his face, "thank you baby- his hands run up and down your sides bringing goosebumps to your skin, -i think you're pretty too."

# kirishima

your head rest on kirishima's chest, fingers running up and down his arm, "hey kiri?" you ask, looking up at him, "hm?" "i need to tell you something." "well, don't keep me waiting." he teases, a smile creeping on his face. "okay okay- you sit so your straddling his lap and he rests his hands on your hips -i just think.... you're really pretty..." the last few words come out as a mumble and you can already feel the heat spreading across your face. "you think so?" he asks and you nod to which he smiles, "oh princess, thank you. no ones called me that before." "never?" "nuh uh, you're the first. but, now i have to tell you something." "tell me." he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in, "i think you're so much prettier." he whispers before planting a kiss on your neck.

# kaminari

on the off chance denki wasn't playing video games this late at night, he was laying in his bed with your head resting on his chest; tonight was one of those nights. the only light in the room being the blue led lights on his walls and the only sound coming from his small fan on the other side of the room. that was until you look up at him, his eyes are closed but you know he's awake and the way the light is reflecting off his skin sends shivers down your spine. "you're so pretty, kami." you mumble, "you think so?" he asks, eyes still closed and you can definitely hear his heartbeat speed up. "uh huh." it's only then he opens his eyes, "come up here." you do as told, adjusting yourself so you're completely on top of him. he leans in to kiss you, hands rubbing up and down your sides, "i think you're the prettiest girl i've ever laid eyes on." he mumbles, trailing kissing down your neck, "my pretty girl aren't you?"

rbs appreciated <3

{ 𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟑 𝐏𝐌 } 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

— it will rain : 874 : screaming, mental breakdown, crying

— a/n: is this an atsumi drabble disguised as an x reader drabble? …yes. yes it is </3

atsumu sat on the couch, his elbows holding himself up on his knees as he hunched over, his face in his hands. his breathe was labored, his heart breaking where he sat as you screamed to your heart’s content in your shared bedroom.

he came home to you crying, sobbing to yourself in the kitchen where it looked like you were trying to make something. “y/n? hey what’s going on?” his voice was soft, soothing as he tried to comfort you to the best of his abilities.

you brushed him off, saying you were fine, though he knew otherwise. you walked to the bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

of course he followed you, knocking on the door and gently asking to come in. “just give me time alone ‘tsumu.”

“y/n…”

“promise?”

“of course.”

and that’s how he got his seat on the couch now, listening to your painful screams and curses that rang throughout the house.

Keep reading