Miya Atsumu X Reader, 2k

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,”

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you're the one I want

summary: youve never been more sure of anything in your life. you want to marry atsumu

a/n: finally wrote something wooo, hope you enjoy this piece :)) it was fun to write!! again ending kinda sucks but oh well

~~~

"I'm going to propose to Atsumu."

It looks as though it took a couple of moments for Osamu to process what you just said because of how he continued to shape the onigiri in his hands until he stiffens, his back rigid and his hands frozen. He turns around to look at you, onigiri still clasped safely between his hands. An incredulous look marks his face.

"Are ya feelin' okay? Want me ta take ya ta the doc?"

You snort in response, though you don't fault him for his disbelief. You were here past closing time to help him clean up and he was kind enough to make you a quick snack first. Now all of a sudden you dropped this on him.

"I'm just fine 'Samu, thanks for asking," sarcasm drips from your words, but you change tune quickly. You look at him, eyes resolute. "I meant what I said."

Osamu grows quiet, studying your face to see if there were any cracks where lies hide, but he finds none. A smile spreads across his lips, his hands packing the rice together once more before plating it in front of you.

"So ya wanna be a Miya?"

You chuckle, taking the onigiri in your hand. "Yeah. I like the sound of Y/N Miya."

"Bet 'Tsumu will love it even more," Osamu nods to himself. "He's a lucky scrub, I'll give him that much." His eyes soften just a bit. "Yer good for each other. 'Tsumu's a pain in the ass, but 'm glad ya wanna stick with him."

Your heart warms at Osamu's support. He's always been supportive. Back during high school, he made excuses to leave so you could spend time with Atsumu alone (his reasoning was that he didn't want to be a third wheel, which was fair). He taught you how to make Atsumu's favorite meals and despite his sass in the kitchen, Osamu was patient with you. His door was open for you whenever you and Atsumu had an spat and you needed to cool off for a bit. He was part of your family, simple as that.

"Thanks 'Samu. I'm glad that I have Atsumu, and I want to be with him." You take a bite of your onigiri, chewing as you glance to the side. After swallowing, you say,"I hope that Atsumu feels the same way too." you murmur, a small shadow of doubt creeping into your heart. You know Atsumu loves you, but when it comes to such a big step like marriage, it's hard not for doubts to cloud your mind and heart, hiding the sunny joy of what would come with marriage.

It's Osamu's turn to snort, crossing his arms over his chest. " 'Course he does, he's so lovesick fer ya that I wanna gag," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Ya both always haveta suck each other's face off," he grumbles.

You can't help but giggle at what he says. You're reminded of what Suna said once, of how Atsumu has "hearts for eyes" when he looks at you. And well, you can't deny that. Neither can you deny Osamu wanting to gag whenever Atsumu purposefully kisses you deeply right in front of him so he could piss him off.

"I would say I'm sorry, but I'm really not," you grin cheekily.

He huffs, shaking his head. "Jus' how Atsumu would act."

The banter continues as you help Osamu clean up his restaurant. Once finished, you drive back home and start getting ready for bed. You keep an eye on the time, making sure you're in bed by the time Atsumu face times you. You're immediately greeted by his beaming smile and his messy bed hair. As soon as he woke up, his first action was to face time you, and that thought alone makes you feel all giddy inside.

"There's ma pretty baby," he coos.

"Hi 'Tsumu," you smile.

It's so good to see his face and hear from him. He's overseas for training camp for a couple of weeks. Despite the massive time difference, you both do your best to communicate either through texts or through face time calls like right now. Even if your body feels tired, you stay awake to hear Atsumu talk. Though you are speaking with him, you can't help but feel a little lonely because he wasn't here physically. The bed feels too big and cold without him cuddling up to your chest, arms around your body. It's always a little hard whenever he's away, but you both get through it.

As he continues to talk and talk, you wear a dopey smile on your face. It was a night like this when you realized you wanted to marry Atsumu. Just that thought entering mind, that realization, that 'oh.' And you accepted it readily. Of course you want to marry Atsumu. Of course you want to call him your husband. Of course you want to spend your life with him.

"What's with that look?" Atsumu questions.

"Just missing you," you hum without missing a beat.

"I miss ya too baby, can't wait ta have ya in ma arms again." He pouts. "It's been too long without cuddles!"

"I know 'Tsum, want to have you shirtless in bed with me."

"Oh yeah?" he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. "Ya sure yer not thinkin' about somethin' else 'sides cuddlin'?"

"Stop thinking dirty 'Tsumu."

"Yer the only who implied it!"

You share a laugh, though yours turn into a yawn. Atsumu notices of course. "Go to sleep baby, ya need yer rest."

"No...," you mumble out, eyelids drooping. "Wanna keep talking with you...,"

"I know angel, but ya needa sleep. When 'm back, 'm all yers, 'kay?'

"Kay...,"

Your eyes are closed already, your mind slipping into unconsciousness. You vaguely hear Atsumu chuckle.

"G'night baby, hope ya dream of me."

~~~

You are at a loss at what to do. There's just too many choices!

"Which ring do you think 'Tsumu will like?"

"How should I know? You're the one proposing to him."

You look over at Suna, unamused. "No shit sherlock, but I want to know if anything catches your eye."

He shrugs. "They all look the same to me. I'm not really sure how I can be of help here."

"Well you're a middle blocker. You have good eyes and intuition." you rationalize.

"For volleyball, not ring shopping," he deadpans.

Shaking your head, you sigh in exasperation. Your eyes sweep across the store which had various displays of rings. Where do you even begin?

"He'll like anything you give him," Suna brings up, as if to assuage your worry but that was exactly the problem.

"I know that, but I can't just give him any ring. I want it to be perfect for him," you murmur.

You want a ring that is just as bright as him. You want a ring that speaks of both your love for one another. Atsumu deserves that, nothing less.

Suna gazes at you for a moment before jerking his chin towards a display. "Let's look over there first."

A woman comes over to assist you, but every option she brings out just wasn't what you were looking for. So, off to another store you go. And another. And another. You were growing frustrated leaving empty handed at each store and feeling guilty for Suna coming along with you. Being a professional athlete and all, you know he has a tight schedule. It was a miracle he had the time to come with you to the first shop. He didn't have to come with you to the other stores, you told him as much, but Suna brushed you off. Despite the guilt, you were grateful for his support. Even if he was a little shit.

"How about this one? This diamond is as big as his ego," Suna remarks, pointing at the ring.

"Shut up Rin," you huff, shoving his shoulder lightly.

He snickers before turning to look at another display. The rings were smaller in size compared to the one he just looked at and were different in styles, either having engravings or designs. He noted throughout this shopping trip that you gravitated towards rings that had more design to them than just regular diamonds stuck onto a band.

"What about these?" Suna draws your attention to the display.

You come over to take a look. Your eyes roam across the rings until it stops at a ring, staring intently. Something about the ring pulls you in, like a magnet. Suna notices your reaction, of course he does. Calling over someone, he has them take the ring out seeing that the rest of the world faded away for you once you laid eyes on that ring. Gently, you hold the ring between your fingers and hold it up to admire it. You don't even realize you're smiling until Suna points it out.

"That's the one, right?"

You nod, eyes softening. "Yeah."

~~~

You know that you want to propose to Atsumu. You have the ring for the proposal. Now you have to figure out how to actually go out proposing to Atsumu, which you have no clue about. But, you've brought reinforcements for this task.

"Alright, I need ideas for how to propose," you announce, clapping your hands.

Looking at the four men sitting on the couches in the living room, it was like a council was in session. Suna was tapping away at his phone while Osamu, Aran, and Kita ponder for a few minutes. Truly you were thankful for them coming by to help you knowing that they have busy lives of their own.

"How about something like this?" Suna turns his phone around to show you a video of someone proposing to their partner by having their home filled with rose petals.

"Cute, but too many rose petals. I think a bouquet would be enough," you say, pulling back from the screen.

"Can't go wrong with a nice home cooked meal before proposin' to him," Osamu suggests.

You nod to yourself. "That sounds nice."

"You could hide the ring in the food for him to find it."

"Knowing Tsumu, he'll swallow the ring and wouldn't notice it," Osamu responds to Suna. That makes you wince.

"How 'bout takin' him ta his favorite places? Could make him food and go on a picnic," Aran offers his own idea.

All good ideas, and yet you can't help but feel anxious. You want everything to go well. Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you see Kita standing next to you and smiling.

"Whatever ya choose, it'll go fine. Ya don't haveta worry so much."

The rest of them agree with him. They're all encouraging in their own ways and you feel better about yourself. You really are glad to have such wonderful friends.

~~~

Waiting at the airport with a bouquet of roses in your hands, your eyes sweep through the crowds of people, hoping to spot your Atsumu. The sight of bleached blond hair catches your attention and you start walking, your heart warming at the sight of Atsumu looking around, presumably for you.

" Tsumu!"

His eyes land on you and a bright grin spreads across his lips. "(Y/N)!" he shouts, practically running to you.

Immediately Atsumu embraces you, head tucked into your neck. He breathes in deeply, nuzzling his nose against your skin. Happily sighing, your eyes briefly close. It feels good to be in his arms again, to have his warmth envelope you.

"Missed you baby," Atsumu whispers, kissing your neck.

"Missed you too Tsumu. Welcome back."

Pulling back, Atsumu kisses you, stealing your breath away. He simply can't stop kissing you, his lips pressing all over your face.

"Can't get enough of ya."

"Tsumu, baby, I get it, but not at the airport!" you squeal, pushing against his chest lightly.

He pouts in response, but then he sees the roses in your arms. "Hm, what's that for?"

"For you, of course." You smile, holding it out to him.

"Me? What's the occasion?" His eyes widen. "Shit, did I miss an important date!?"

Before he can full on panic, you cup his cheeks so he looks at you. "No silly, I just wanted to buy roses for you."

"Oh," he blinks. Then he breathes a huge sigh of relief. Holding the bouquet in one arm, his hand brushes against the soft petals, his eyes soft. "Always so sweet f'me, baby."

Your smile widens. "I can be a lot sweeter."

"Yeah? What ya got fer me?"

You planned a nice picnic at the park Atsumu likes to do his morning runs at and where he likes to play and teach volleyball to kids. The blond athlete was ecstatic at the sight of his favorite foods in the basket, covering you in his kisses once more. You feed him at times and just to be cheeky, he licks your fingertips, making you laugh. Once all the food was gone, you pat your lap in invitation which Atsumu eagerly accepts. Your fingers glide through his strands, occasionally scratching his scalp. You like to spoil Atsumu like this. It brings you such joy that you can soothe and comfort him, that you know exactly what he likes, that you know that Atsumu is yours just as much as you are his.

The sun is setting. Reds and oranges and yellows paints the sky. The breeze is nice and cool. The sound of kids laughing was in the distant. This was an opportunity to propose to him, but you were content with watching Atsumu relax, his eyes closed and a faint smile on his lips.

You let him stay like that a little longer before nudging him. You hate to disturb him, but it was getting dark. Walking back together, you find that the apartment feels more like a home with Atsumu around. He really is your sun, brightening up the place and your life. You couldn't keep your eyes off him, stuck to his side all the way to bed. Lifting his arm, you happily snuggle against his side, squeezing his body. He lets out a laugh, embracing you back. The kisses return, but nothing overly intense. Just the simple brushing of lips against each other's face, whispers of love spoken after pulling apart just a little.

It's when you pull back to gaze into Atsumu's love filled eyes that you decide now was the right time. Now, at night, in the bedroom, in your pajamas. Eyebrows furrowed, Atsumu watches as you sit up from the bed.

"Noo, don't go," he whines.

"I'm not going anywhere. I want to show you something. Actually, ask you something."

"Ask me what?"

Your heart pounds as you look inside the closet to the find the velvet box hidden in your jacket. Atsumu's sitting up in bed now, eyes trained on your body. Taking a deep breath, you turn around, the box held in your hands.

"Atsumu, there's one thing I know for certain," you start off. You don't really have a speech planned but fuck it. The words just come to you. "And that is I want to be with you. I always want to be by your side. To share the good moments, the sad ones, the angry ones, everything."

You begin to choke up, overwhelmed with the love you have for him. It's like your body can't even contain all this love for him. You watch as his eyes widen as you get down on one knee, opening the velvet box and revealing the ring.

"Will you marry me, Atsumu?" you ask softly, the question that you've been wanting to ask for so long.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, completely shocked. "You...You...," he couldn't even form words. The longer he goes without response, the more you feel anxious. Maybe this wasn't the right time? Maybe-"

"Ya wanna marry me? Ya really want me?" his voice is quiet.

It breaks your heart to hear him say that, as if he couldn't believe it, that he couldn't believe that you want to marry him. But it also makes you want to show Atsumu even more how much you love him, that you want to be his.

"There's nothing I want more, Tsumu. I want you."

That breaks the dam. Tears fill his eyes. Throwing the covers off him, he stumbles out of bed and his knees hit the floor in front of you. Crushing you in his arms, his lips swallow your surprised squeak at the sudden action. Atsumu consumes you entirely. The way his lips move desperately against yours, his fingers digging into your back, how he doesn't want to let go at all.

"Yes!" he pants after breaking the kiss. "I wanna be yours, all yours. Only yours." his words are rushed and frantic, but he has the most breath taking smile on his face.

A watery smile paints your lips. His thumb brushes away the tears sliding your cheeks as you slip the ring on his finger with shaky hands.

"There. A pretty ring for a pretty boy."

"Bein' so sweet ta me, Mrs.Miya."

"Tsum, we aren't even married yet. I'm not Mrs.Miya just yet." you chuckle.

"Yeah well," he cups your cheek. "I like the sound of it."

Your eyes soften. "I do too."

The birth of the Dawn and the Dusk

synopsis: You planned your husband’s birthday months ago and even so something happens to not go according to the script.

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, your twin sons Rufus and Lucas, Alberich family (Kaeya, his wife and daughter Callie), Adelinde

tw: established relatioships, domestic moment, pregnancy stuff, fluff, a little bit hurt/comfort

word count: 10.8k+ words

author’s note: so late for my man’s birthday,,, But I am happy this one is finally out! Also there is a surprise at the end of the fic~ Hope you’ll enjoy everything!!!

Family AU masterlist

You feel so tired. Body aches and eyes hurt - you barely managed to fall asleep tonight, keeping your husband awake too to coax you into a state of slumber. This also added emotional stress, the clawing guilt for depriving him of sleep right before such a meaningful and happy day, but the man kept lovingly reassuring you that he didn’t mind and would support and comfort you always, especially now, when you are so vulnerable, just days away from welcoming your baby into this world.

Diluc was nothing but a saint throughout both of your pregnancies. However, while the first one was challenging for him too, because he was worried about the new role he’d have to fulfill and if he’d do it successfully, this one was easier on his end, so he channeled all his energy to you, being there for every step and every time you got overwhelmed, which, at first, happened way too often. Your other two kids used to be all over you asking questions about their unborn sibling, and while you love your angels to death, you truly do, - your hormones and their vigor sometimes created a bad mix. Luckily, it quickly got better, because Diluc took his time to explain to your boys why their mommy might be emotional or look really really tired, and that she isn’t upset with them and they need to be more careful around her. After that, the three of them became your anchor, with boys cuddling to you quietly to soothe and console you every opportunity they had, and Diluc arranging everything for your utmost comfort.

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SAKUSA KIYOOMI | 8:19PM | @goreist

“It’s a slow dance evening,” your husband decides. 

You disagree. The weight of this week’s stressors weigh heavily on your shoulders. Hunching your figure under his t shirt. You sigh heavily through your nose as he steps into your path. “Kiyoomi-”

He wraps you up in his arms, gently tugging you into his warm body and presses his head atop yours before you can finish your sentence. He’s shirtless and you can’t help but melt into the hard plains of him. Into his familiar scent.

He takes a deep breath and you feel the evidence of his life under your fingertips. The way his chest expands and his lungs fill with oxygen. The contraction of the muscles as he exhales above you. 

“Kiyoomi, seriously, we can’t-”

He squeezes you. Carefully applying enough pressure to force you to shut up. And then he’s breathing deeply again as he begins a slow circling motion around the space between your kitchen and living area. You don’t bother struggling. You relax into his hold and let him rock you, let him guide you through the motions.

There is no sound except the rustling of clothes and the busy city outside your safe haven. You find yourself reluctantly relaxing in the warmth of his embrace, your eyes slipping shut when he begins to hum some familiar tune. The stress of your week takes a back seat to the comfort of being engulfed in Sakusa Kiyoomi’s arms. Being protected by the broadness of his shoulders and back. 

“You’re safe,” he whispers and your emotions go haywire. A ball of emotion rolls off the back of your tongue and settles in the back of your throat like an uncomfortable boulder. “I’ve got you.”

The first shudder makes him pause in his swaying and the action sets of a domino effect. Another shudder wracks your finger and then you’re sobbing into his bare chest. Ugly, wet, hiccupping sobs that chip away at your husband’s heart. For one reckless moment he wonders if he can just get you to quit your job and stay home. Let him take care of you in every way. But then he remembers who you are and the absurdity of his thoughts. 

He adjusts you so he can run one hand up and down your spine in soothing strokes. You cry until your knees give out and then he scoops you up bridal style and carries you into your bedroom. He sits against the headboard and deposits you in his lap. He chuckles when you straddle him and bury your face in his neck. 

“You know it’s okay to be overwhelmed, love,” he says, settling one hand at the base of your spine while the other cups the back of your neck. “And it’s okay to cry and take a break and maybe even, you know-” he releases your neck and you can imagine him making a random gesture with his hand “-quityourjobandletmetakecareofyou.” He finishes in one breath. 

A giggle interrupts your sniffling, and you pull away from your hiding place enough to glare at him playfully. 

“There you are,” he smiles, cupping your cheek. “Feeling better?”

He reaches into the nightstand to pull out a Kleenex box when you sniffle and nod. 

“‘m sorry for-” you gesture to his shoulder and neck and chest, damp from your tears and snot.

He purses his lips, eyes narrowing at your embarrassment. “We’ve been married for half a decade,” he deadpans.

“Uh, so?”

“I’ve had your puke in places that-”

“Okay!” You squeal. “I get it!”

He cleans your face gently, his thumb massaging your cheek. When you’re both clean and your eyes are dry he presses a soft kiss to your mouth. “I don’t know how many times I have to say this before you get it into your pretty little head,” he says, cupping both your cheeks so you’re forced to stare at him as he speaks. “We can’t be too embarrassed to lean on each other love. That’s not how this thing between us-”

“You mean our marriage?” 

“-works. The point of this-”

“Marriage.”

“-mar- stop it,” he scowls. 

You blink innocently. “Continue.”

“I want you to trust me enough to come to me when you’re overwhelmed,” he admits. 

You sober immediately, bringing your own hands up to cup his around your face as you lean into them. “I’m sorry, sometimes I bite off more than I can chew and then life also decides to knock me around at the same time and before I know it everything is too much and I-”

“I know baby,” he soothes. “But you still have me. You will always have me. Do you understand?”

You nod.

“Good girl. No more work today.”

You pause “But-”

His glare is unsettling enough that you immediately snap your jaw shut. “We’ll order your favorites and watch a movie.” 

You open your mouth to protest and Sakusa kisses you soundly. Flipping you so you’re beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist as he pins you to the bed. When he pulls away you don’t even remember what you were going to say. The only thing you know is that you’re safe here. 

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Howdy do~! I’ve got a fluff/angst scenario in mind: The dorm leaders’ (including Jamil’s) fem! s/o suddenly wakes up screaming in the middle of the night because of a traumatic nightmare of them Overblotting. As she wakes up, she tearfully tells them she’s scared of losing them a second time. How will they comfort her? Please and thanks!

Dorm Leaders + Jamil + MC's Nightmare

Hi! I've really put some thought into this, so it sort of ended up bittersweet and maybe some parts turned out to be more angsty... Please avoid [Vil & Leona's] if you are uncomfortable with self-deprecating thoughts.

Also for clarification, I did not open Anon. The user deactivated, which is why you now see them as anon.

All you could feel was ink around your body. The slimy, dark substance suffocating your being as the inked hand of your beloved snaked to your neck, their face unrecognisable from the corrupting ink.

"You…" He groaned out, his voice scratched and hollow.

"You did this to me…"

You screamed, reaching for your throat. "NO!" You winced, realising you were in your bed at NRC. You looked around the room, tears in your eyes searching for your beloved.

"YN?"

Malleus Draconia

He rushed to you, still half-transformed, his height a little taller and his wings touching the floor. The black wings extended out, its wingspan covering you up as he pulled you out of the covers, wrapping you in his body instead.

"Love… talk to me," The Fae begged, fear rising in his chest as he felt the way you trembled in his arms. He rested his chin to your forehead, his lips pressing to the crown of your head as he inhaled your scent. "Please… YN."

Your body shook to the point the tears rolled down your cheek. You clutched to Malleus' shirt, burying yourself deeper into his chest as your breath hitched. In the moments of silence, Malleus rubbed your shoulders to soothe you as you relaxed into your lover's chest.

You began recalling your nightmare. "I… I saw you in ink."

The one line from your lips brought you to a choked sob, as your hand reached out to cup your beloved's face. You felt his leather-like wings curl up to you, "Malleus… I don't want to lose you again."

The words from you were a thorn in his heart. For many days, he tried to forget his moment of weakness to the ink, but he couldn't imagine the damage that had been done to your psyche, considering that you were the one to deal with him in the first place. From that day forward, he vowed to never lose control ever again, but evidenced by your nightmare, you were concerned about him too.

The Fae pressed his scaled forehead to yours, his bright orbs staring into your tearful ones. Oh, how he wished he could use his magic to kill off those nightmares, but it was impossible since they came from your own thoughts. Your hands instinctively went to cup his jaw, with one of his clawed hands covering your hand and another wrapped around your waist.

"There is not a day that I wish for it to never occur, YN," He told you, his eyes serious about the ordeal. "Your nightmare is only proof that I need to be the strongest magic user in this land, so no harm shall befall to the future bride of the Draconia family." He said with utter resolve.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you began to grow tired once more, slumping against your lover's chest with his wings still wrapped around you. The Fae proceeded to lie on your shared bed, his wings shrinking to accommodate his size.

"There is much I would sacrifice to you," He whispered against your skin. "Anything you tell me not to do will be taken as my own blood oath, so sleep with the assurance that your Tsunotarou won't leave you."

Riddle Rosehearts

It was the first time you saw Riddle's face full of concern. No blooming reds of happiness, nor raging crimson of anger was on his face. Simply worry, and concern that struck him cold. It was a difficult feeling to describe as he saw you sitting there, as if he was on the day of his Overblot again, staring back at your hopeless face.

He slowly approached you, as if not to scare you, before draping his jacket gently over your shoulders. His hands weren't shaking as they reached out to your own, but his heart was. His palm held your own hands, before bending his head lower than yours to kiss it. "YN… Take your time. I'll be here as long as you need me."

With Riddle next to you, your breathing steadied, as you tried to recall what happened. "It was like that day again," You began.

Riddle's blood ran cold. The grief that he caused you, it was unforgivable in his book. His grip tightened, still wary of the way that he hurt you that day. All the efforts you put in to save him… He wasn't sure if there was any other way to repay you for it.

"The ink held you once again," You continued, being careful with your words, knowing just exactly how Riddle might act in this instance. "I was scared. You reached out to me, to harm me, but that wasn't the scariest part."

It was the first words he said with anger. "What do you mean, YN?! Hurting you is my own nightmare, how could you think-"

"What if I lost you again?"

Those words caused him to clam up. He hadn't thought about it, but you both were fools, having a weakness for each other so dearly. You were right, though. You were always right. He knew, if he ever succumbed to the ink with his life, the one to carry the ache the most would be you, as you carried on his memory with a broken heart.

He'd never let that scenario happen.

Riddle Rosehearts swears on it, as the Queen of Hearts.

"To you, YN," He leaned his forehead to your shoulders, his voice low and in a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear him. "To you, the firs rule of the Queen of Hearts will be to never make you shed a tear."

Kalim Al-Asim

Of course Kalim would cause a ruckus, seeing as how he witnessed the blankets and pillows fly off the bed when you woke up from your slumber. Usually, your nights ended with loving cuddles with Kalim, but this time you went to bed alone since one of the Dorm Leader meetings dragged on.

His first course of action was to have you in his arms, pulling you as close to his body as possible. His lips were drawn to you, kissing the tears that so carelessly fall from your eyes. They didn't belong there, he thought, as he kissing away a tear by the corner of your mouth.

The butterfly kisses made you relax into Kalim, slowing your breaths down as you placed your head under Kalim's chin. Your nightgown was patted down by one of Kalim's hands, the warmth on your thighs calming you down.

"There's my desert lotus," He called out to you, feeling your head nudge into his collarbone. "There's no need to speak if you don't want to."

You finally met your gaze to Kalim, your head shaking from side to side. "I promised to never keep secrets from you," You reached for his hand, knowing how much that promise meant to him. "I don't have any plans to break that anytime soon."

He was attentive, silent the entire time as you explained, but there was no denying the silent tears that fell from his cheek. It was horrific in his memory, not being able to reach out to you and only harming you whenever he got closer. There was no denying that the one who was hurt the most was you, yet Kalim wasn't sure how to fix it.

"I couldn't help but think," You hesitated to say your next few words. "What if I can't save you again? What if it was my fault that I lost you-"

His hands reached to grip your shoulders, pulling you into a tight embrace. Not a word was exchanged between you two, as you felt Kalim's tears on your shirt. You let his hold you, as did you. In silence, you held one another, both frightened by the aspect you presented.

Your beloved Kalim met his gaze to you again, his eyes puffy and reddened by his crying. "YN… YN please don't say that," He begged. "I don't want to harm you again, I never want to hurt you…"

"But-"

No retort came from you.

"No, not even the ink, will we be torn apart. It is my vow for life, my desert lotus."

Jamil Viper

He was quick to react, quick to have you in his arms as he cuddled you into his chest. Your body was shaking, your sobs choked with gasps for air as your tears soaked the sheets below you in an uneven pattern, your mind replaying the scene you last saw over and over again in your head.

"Match my breathing, YN."

Jamil's voice snapped you out of your trance, as he guided your head to press gently against his chest. There you felt the soft thump of his heartbeat, a rhythm that sent a wave of calm throughout your body. The gentle heave of his chest against your frantic one slowly matched to each other, soon falling in melody with one another.

Jamil's agile fingers reached the flesh of your cheek, swiping away the hot rivulets of tears that made tracks on your skin. His expression, one that was typically sour or sly in nature, was fearful as the day the ink took him, where he witnessed and felt the backlash of harming you. It was a feeling he was disgusted by, but with the way you looked, it's as if that day occurred again.

"He was in your dreams, wasn't he?" He murmured into your skin, as his head was on your lap. It comforted you as much as it comforted him, besides that, he could look at you much easier.

You nodded, hesitant to explain what that version of Jamil did to you. "He… He told me he was going to come again."

"Like hell he will. Like I'll fall for that ink again."

"Jamil, but what if you do?" Your anxious thoughts ran through you. "How can I be strong for you when I fear for you life?"

"Dammit!" He cursed, his head pressing into your lap. "Damn that ink, YN! If it comes for me again…"

He sat up, his thoughts racing through his head. Your hand reached out to him, clasping to his own. Hand in hand, you both found solace in one another, unsure of what's to come. Jamil himself, he knew that he wouldn't be able to overpower the ink, but what he could do was outsmart it.

"If I ever become a part of that ink again… You'll have to stop loving me to stop me," He said, his tone serious.

"You always think of the impossible, Jamil…" You smiled through your tears.

"I will," He admitted, pressing his lips to yours as if to comfort you. "But, if it means cheating natural law, cheating the ink or cheating death itself, I'll be by your side to prove that I mean it."

Azul Ashengrotto

He noticed it right away, even before you woke up. He was sitting right next to you, a book in his hands, reviewing how his contracts went. Your sudden awakening almost threw him off the bed, but luckily, he held on as best as he could. You didn't immediately burst into tears, noticing that Azul was on the floor. The silly mishaps of readjusting himself and you apologising made you forget what happened just for a moment, until Azul asked you.

"What startled you, Angelfish?"

You shied away, now finding it embarrassing to discuss about the thoughts that haunted you right after such a scenario. "Can we… take a bath?"

He hummed lowly, agreeing to it. The mer-octopus usually intiated taking long baths together to make up for quality time, or simply calm his nerves down being around you and the water. It was not a strange notion for you to initiate it, but it was a rare occurance.

It was one of the moments he was willing to be vulnerable to you. There, in his merform, sharing the tub with you. The bath was not too cold, and you settled in between three of his mutiple tentacles. He kept any notions of shyness away for now, seeing as how your chest heaved with thoughts of panic as you collected yourself.

"I dreamed that it happened to you again," You admitted. There was no use beating around the bush with Azul. He'd eventually find out, but he had no need to, since you promised that you'd be honest with him at all times. You heard a sigh from your boyfriend, finding one of his tentacles starting to wrap around one of your arms, slinking to your wrist.

"It being the Overblot," You continued. The tentacles that held you became tense, but Azul is one that's reluctant to hurt you.

Azul finally opened his mouth. "Did… Did I hurt you?"

You nodded, turning to meet your gaze to your Azul, who's expression winced, and one that began to flood with regret as you told him. His sky blue eyes clouded over, as he tried to find the words to say. "Where did I touch you?"

Your hands ran over your naked skin, before taking one of his tentacles to touch the base of your neck. A choked sob came from Azul, his tears clouding his vision as he whispered his sorries, curling away his tentacles but you kept them in place. "Azul… I trust you. Touch me, it's alright."

He did as you said. "The trust Angelfish… it's the very kind that saved me."

Idia Shroud

He was prone to late night gaming, but this was the first time he abandoned his online game. Luckily, no one else was playing with him, so it was easy for his to abandon it. Of course he was unsure how to comfort you, he was frightened that he'd scare you even more. Calling out your name wasn't as effective as he thought the first time around, so he called it once more, his pale hands touching yours instead.

The warmth of his hair evaporated any hot tears that dared to trickle down, leaving the tracks that they once tread. What Idia didn't expect was to have his loved one tackle him to the bed, both falling to the mattress with a thump. Thank goodness he requested for the best sheets, otherwise he'd be much more worried about how you injured yourself.

He said nothing, as he felt his cheeks bloom pink with how willing you cuddled into his chest. Of course he was curious about what you went through, but he more so was curious what brought such an affectionate self out of you.

"You're here…" You mumbled, taking in the scent of Idia's jacket, holding him tighter. "Oh thank Great Seven you're still here Idia…"

His hands reached to pat your head. "I… I was still playing my game YN. I never left," He said, his confusion growing further. Now to him, this was puzzling. You were someone who always smiled at him, so for you to break down in tears was already a big concern. Unless…

He was sharp enough to know what came out of your nightmare. "Was it my Overblot?"

The nod from you that ruffled his shirt was all it took.

"I promised you that I'd never think of using the ink," He reconfirmed it with you. "That time was the first and last of it."

He listened to what you had to say, your fear of losing him again and your fear of the backlash he'd face once again in the aftermath of the Overblot. Your fear of him loosing his sanity, your fear of not being able to see him again… he almost felt guilty that your fear was caused by him.

"Maybe if it were only the two of us…" He thought aloud. "With Ortho… Then that stupid ink won't ruin everything."

"Idia, you-"

He cut you off once more. "But my parents might be worried if I bring you back just like this, so… marry me YN. You can live with me, away from everyone."

Leona Kingscholar

Having just returned from practice, of course he thought that someone came in and attacked. He ran up to you, checking for injuries. Upon inspection, the only injuries he could trace was to your psyche itself, as you clung to Leona in fear for the nightmare coming true.

He let you nuzzle against him, only having to use one hand to lift you close to him as you hung onto him tight, arms around his neck as he arranged the pillows and blankets in a circle, tossing a few of his strewn about clothes onto the mess. Despite your tight grip to his neck, it was easy for someone like him to toss you to the bed, in the impromptu nest that he made with you in the middle.

You sat upright, taking in the new surrounding slowly as Leona crept up to you, his body curling as he rested against the mattress. As if it was upon instinct, you followed suit, curling up to Leona as your lion rested with you in the nest he made.

Of course he wasn't going to touch you in that sort of way. His makeshift nest was meant to be comforting, and at least it brought down your breathing levels to normal. Your hyperventilating stopped, as you looked up at your lion, who was deftly wiping away tears from your cheek with his other arm supporting his head to look down on you.

He hummed as you reached a hand to him, rubbing one of his ears, causing your lion to purr for you. It was a gentle rumble of a purr, but the sounds steadied your beating heart. You let Leona play with your hair, as you began the entire tale.

"I saw you join hands with the ink again," You started. It was just the beginning, but Leona felt his hairs stand up. If anything, he wished to erase that moment from ever occurring. His feelings from that event, he wasn't sure if they were truly gone, but somehow you made it all better.

"It was you in an Overblot, and I couldn't do anything to stop you," You continued, gripping the sheets tighter. "What… what if it really happens again Leona? What if you can't come back to me?"

He hated it. He hated how logical you were in these moments. He huffed, almost in a growl, pushing you into the bed as he further soothed you. "Don't think about it Herbivore. Can't dream about it if I'm here."

You gave in, slowly but surely falling into slumber again, your chest rising and falling as Leona adjusted your sleeping position. In his heart, Leona never knew what to say to you, because you were always right. His feelings of inferiority never went away, instead kept buried deep inside as his care for you took over. It was for the second time in his life, Leona felt hopeless.

He pulled you into his chest, before looking at the sky above from the window in his room.

"Great Seven, I pray you don't take me away from her. I pray that my love for her trumps all my reckless thoughts…"

Vil Schoenheit

He was utterly horrified, the scream causing him to drop his eyebrow pencil. Seeing that it was you jolting from a nightmare, he left his vanity, hurrying to tie his robe as he took a good look at you. He kicked off his slippers, sitting next to you on the bed, holding your hand in his.

"Oh, oh…" He muttered, taking a good look at you, wiping away your tears with his handkerchief. "My darling's scared…"

"Vil," You cried out, your voice cracking as you remembered the nightmare of him. The way he cared for you, was almost the same way his Overblot self did. Your reaction to it was completely different however, as in the nightmare you remembered the feeling of wanting to puke as the Overblot version of Vil cooed over you.

Your own Vil soothe your worries, as a garden with the sweet scent of his perfume, and the gentle touch of his fingers to yours. His voice itself was a melody that healed your ears from the screeching nightmare, as you felt his embrace.

He stopped wiping your tears the moment you calmed down. He kept it away, shifting his full weight on the bed to meet you face to face. One hand clutched the middle of his robe, as the other hand rubbed circles into your hand, his face full of concern.

"Will you tell me what's wrong, darling?"

You weren't sure to tell the truth to him.

Vil was someone you knew that hated that version of him. You've seen the way he tore himself apart because of it. It was not a thing you could bring up so easily around Vil, because for as much as the nightmare hurt you in your dreams, you were unsure if you could bring yourself to hurt Vil in reality.

Your silence only enhanced the worry from your boyfriend, as he thought the nightmare caught you in a trance once again. He rushed out of the bed, to get the tea that he steeped for his own consumption. Your hands shook as you accepted the cup, taking a sip.

He asked again, and was met with your refusal. Sitting next to you on the bed, he could only give you his soft smile as he helped you take a drink of the tea.

"I'll wait until you're ready, my sweet potato," He said, smiling after pecking your cheek. "For now, rest with me, love."

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓

## ft. akaashi keiji, kita shinsuke, suna rintaro, hajime iwaizumi

## a/n. i saw one angst where y/n talked too much and my heart broke sO NOW ITS TIME FOR COMFORT!! (if u know who is the op, pls send an ask to me so i can cred them for inspo!)

## warning(s). use of “princess”

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AKAASHI KEIJI is quite wary of details, as the meticulous person he is. it is no surprise that he was able to immediately pick up on your quiet demeanour. “what’s wrong, angel?” he cupped your face, smoothing his thumb along the ridge of your cheekbone. once akaashi noticed that there was something bothering you, he would never let it slip past so there was really no point in trying to diss him. the tender love that coated his words coaxed you to let yourself be vulnerable around him, and that it was okay to be vulnerable around him because akaashi would always try to understand. no matter what, he would always lend a listening ear to his angel whenever they need him. when he comforts you with a hug and reassuring words, you would smile against his chest because your keiji will always understand.

HAJIME IWAIZUMI felt a switch flip in him when he noticed how distant your eyes were. he hates that there was a reason that made your eyes furrow in frustration the entire the day and he hates that there was something hurting you so bad that you didn’t want to trouble anybody else. taking long strides towards you, he locked his strong arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “who hurt you?” his seriousness made a smile crack on your face and for a moment, your worries slipped to the back of your mind. you tried telling him that it is okay and that it is nothing much, it even went up to the point where you had to slap his back for him to let you go but he was unrelenting in his grasp. “i would go to the moon and back for you, princess. so please, just tell me what’s wrong, yeah?”

SUNA RINTARO stared at your back that was facing him. suna himself is a quiet person but he just finds it so worrying that the only two words you have uttered today was ‘yes’ and ‘no’. judging from your steady breathing, you were close to sleeping. his finger hesitantly reached out to your shoulder, tapping it lightly. instead of saying anything when you turned around, he leant forward, placing his forehead against yours. your faces were held so close, hot breaths mingling together, waiting for the other to speak. “you…you know, you can tell me anything right, y/n?” suna muttered against your lips and he felt the weight on his chest evaporate when you nodded slowly. chuckling, he lightly pressed a kiss against your lips. “alright, then let’s go to sleep and you can tell me whenever you want to hmm?”

KITA SHINSUKE would slide a bowl of fruits over to you, hauling a chair over to take his place by your side. without a word, he would just take your head in his hand, pulling it to his shoulder for you to rest your head on. it was a simple gesture but it told many words that kita wishes to tell you but won’t because he understands your space. it was telling you that everything will be okay and that he will be here whenever you need him. and when you breakdown, he just lets you speak because he rather you be vocal about your troubles than bottling it all up inside you.

synopsis. you’ve been deliberately dodging atsumu miya. he wants to know why.

pairing. atsumu miya x fem!reader | wc. 2.0k (it wasn’t even supposed to be this long) | genres. (implied) university au, tbh i don’t even know what this dynamic is, he calls us princess, reader’s kinda bad emotionally, rain confessions

notes. for my birthday (not gojo’s eff him (/j)) i decided why not take one of my favorite tropes of all time and pair it w the loml. you’re so welcome. this is very dialogue heavy, barely proofread, and a hot mess, but i hope you enjoy regardless.

"(y/n)." the very familiar, sultry yet aggravating voice says the moment you step out of the cafe.

"oh my god!" you jump, clutching a hand over your heart that skipped a beat. it's immediately followed with a glare towards atsumu. "what the fuck, miya? you don't just come up to people like that."

"sorry." atsumu apologizes but his nose scrunches at the word. "nah, not really. didn't know how else to get to ya."

"so you had to find me at my job?" you raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

he shrugs. "yer really not leavin' me with any other choice."

"what are you on about?" you roll your eyes as you take a sharp left, carefully exhaling out. the street is nearly deserted now that the sun sunk past the horizon, leaving only the street lights and the moon to illuminate what would be a pitch black scene. puddles of water are scattered along the walkways, remnants of the downpour that occurred earlier in the day. you had clocked out later than usual, and the next flash of rain is predicted to fall within the next few minutes. you want to get back to your dorm before the worst of it happens.

"ya know what i'm talking about." atsumu huffs. "yer clearly avoiding me."

your shoulders tense when he brings it up, and you pray that atsumu doesn't catch it. "i'm not." you lie, your heart speeding up.

"yer a shit liar. i hope ya know that." atsumu shuts you down right then and there. the fact he's able to makes you wince. that's one of the many bones you have to pick with him. he can always see right through you, and it allows him to get under your skin easily since he knows exactly what to say if he wants to get a reaction out of you.

it's because of that reason that you've been avoiding him. you know yourself well enough that if you were to stand face to face with atsumu miya as you are now, he'd figure out the secret that you've been hiding for two weeks.

atsumu presses his lips together, sighing once he realizes that all he'll get from you from this point forward is silence, but he tries his luck anywayy. "can we talk?"

you let his question fizzle out in the air, continuing down the sidewalk as atsumu follows by your side. the first drops of drizzle fall onto your hand and cheek. atsumu feels them too.

"look, it's gonna rain soon. could ya at least let me take ya home? yer gonna get soaked." atsumu gently reaches out for your hand. the sudden contact and its spark of heat makes you jump. instinctively, you yank your hand away from him. your widened eyes snap towards him, and shame washes over you. maybe the street lights are playing tricks on you, but you swear there's a flicker of hurt in his gaze. you turn away from him because you can't bear the sight of it.

"are ya mad at me? did i do somethin' to upset ya?" atsumu continues.

no, you answer in your head. you can't trust yourself to say it out loud without betraying anything else. it's not that.

"(y/n), please. talk to me." atsumu pleads. you don't think you've ever heard such desperation in his voice before. you've never seen him so raw. it's almost enough to break you, but you refuse to let go the threads of your resolve. the rain is picking up; it's cold as it soaks the threads of your clothes.

"princess." atsumu throws in as a last ditch effort. you know it is because it's the one nickname that gets you riled up the most. it sparks a reaction that atsumu knows will get you talking, but unbeknownst to him it's not for the reason he expects. he wants you to snap with anger, but all your heart does is ache. all it does is melt you into putty in his hands.

"don't call me that." you finally come to a stop, turning so that you can face him, defeat in your gaze. atsumu's blond locks are beginning to lose volume; they stick to his forehead as droplets continue to fall. his hoodie is littered with small, dark stains, a physical consequence of the rain.

"oh now i got yer attention." atsumu scoffs, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek.

"miya." you warn, voice shaking. he ignores it.

"yer not being yerself, and ya haven't been for the last two weeks." he tells you as if you don't already recognize it yourself. "what's goin' on with ya?"

"nothing!" you deny. "i'm fine!"

atsumu rolls his eyes. "cut the crap, princess."

"seriously, stop calling me that!" you spit back at him.

you're shivering. you can't tell if it's because of your cold, wet clothes or your frustration that keeps reaching new levels. you can sense it; you can sense that your heart is about to claw itself out of chest and dump itself onto the feet of atsumu miya. your hand fists the fabric of your soaked shirt as if to keep it in.

"then tell me what's wrong!" the blond in front of you demands, running a hand through his hair. his voice projects over the brutal force of the rain.

you grimace. that's the one thing you can't do, especially since it involves him. you bite your tongue, hiding your face so that atsumu doesn't see the glassiness of your eyes. "miya... please drop it." you ask him pathetically.

"why?" he pries. this is the other issue with him. he's so damn stubborn to the point that it's infuriating. atsumu miya never backs down until he gets what he wants.

"because it's you!" the first wave of tears break free. they cascade down your cheeks, mixing in the stream of rain on your cheeks; all while your hand remains pointed at atsumu. "because i fell for you!"

atsumu shuts his mouth, going completely silent. you shake your head, laughing bitterly. "i bet you didn't expect that, did you? believe me, i didn't either. day in and day out all we've ever done was argue so i don't know how this happened. i don't know why i have these feelings for you."

wiping your face is a futile attempt yet you still do it anyway. a sob gets caught in your throat, and you choke on it. "i can't stop thinking about you. i can't be near you without my heart attempting to leap out of chest. and so yeah, i've been avoiding you miya, and it's because you've made me so damn weak."

your stare finds atsumu's. you can't get a read on him, but you don't have to second guess that he can see the pain swirling in your eyes. it's so humiliating that even now the first thing that crosses your mind is how good he looks even as you feel your heart being torn apart. his hair is completely stuck to his forehead. his blond ends that are soaked through and through drip their excess water onto his face. you want nothing more than to brush them out of his line of sight, but you can't. you fight that desire by balling up your fists.

"so please just leave me alone. stop trying to find me because i can't take this anymore." you beg through hiccups.

you wait for a response. you wait to see if atsumu will kick your heart aside. in an even better scenario, which is far from likely, he accepts it. you'll take either or.

but he does neither, and that's fine too. you leave atsumu by himself on the sidewalk, and your lack of presence pulls him out of his trance. he jogs to catch up to you, reaching from behind to clasp your hand in his.

"miya, let go-"

"no." he says firmly, a newfound fire burning behind his eyes, one that exceeds the one you feel on your hand. the sight makes you gulp. "ya can't just confess yer feelings for me and leave."

you chuckle weakly, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. "i think i can."

"no, ya can't. ya didn't even give me a chance to say anythin'." atsumu argues. he doesn't relinquish the hold he has on you.

"what more do you have to say? you don't feel the same, and that's fine-"

"could ya stop assuming things?! i never even said that." atsumu squeezes your hand ever so lightly in frustration. "and by the way, i'm not gonna leave ya alone. i'll follow ya to the edge of the earth if i have to."

you're still crying at this point, and atsumu's words are only making you more upset. "why?! why are you so fixated on me?! why can't you just-"

"because i'm in love with ya!"

in that moment, you swear the rain stops in its place, suspended in the air. surely, you must've been hearing things wrong. atsumu miya, the guy who has everyone dancing to the tune of his hand, is- no that doesn't even sound right. how could he possibly-

"god, i've been in love with ya for so long." atsumu laughs, like it's a relief to finally get it off his chest. "but ya nearly ripped my heart to shreds over these past two weeks."

atsumu squeezes your hand before letting it fall to your side. his own flex by his side as if to hold himself back. "(y/n), ya can insult me to yer heart's content if that's what makes ya happy, but don't dodge me like i'm the damn plague. i hate it. i really do."

atsumu picks up his tear-filled eyes; it makes your own fall even faster because you realize that this hurts him. you want to apologize, but the words are backed up in your throat. your cries steal away your ability to speak.

so you pull him in, yanking him by the drenched fabric of his hoodie and closing the distance between you two. your lips crash onto his, praying that this action is enough for him to understand. it takes a moment for atsumu to react, he's unmoving against you, and once he realizes what's happening, he relaxes. his hands fly to your neck, resting one on either side as he kisses you back.

it's carnivorous. he kisses you like he's been deprived of you. you feel how badly atsumu's been wanting this, how long he's been waiting for this day. you can barely keep up with his hunger. it's hot enough to overpower the chill that comes with the rain beating down on both of you. you'd kiss him forever if you could, but your lungs are begging for air.

when you pull away, atsumu's eyes reveal that he's in a daze, a happy one, like he just came back from soaring through the clouds. his damp hair presses onto your forehead as you both catch your breaths.

he pulls back. atsumu wears a soft grin as he admires you, even though you probably look like a wet dog. one of his hands find their way up to your cheek. you look at him expectantly. "(y/n), i want all of ya. i want yer stubborn ass attitude and yer insults. i want ya to be the only person who can bring me back down to earth. i want yer smiles and all yer laughs. i want to continue lovin' ya." he professes with complete certainty. his flowery words make you beam so brightly that it makes your cheeks hurt.

"i'll give you all of that and more." you swear. "but miya, i need you to kiss me again."

"oh? it seems like i got myself a needy princess." atsumu smirks, but he's already leaning in.

"shut up."

"gladly." atsumu agrees, pressing his lips to yours, smiles on both your faces.

you catch the flu the day after, and so does atsumu. but man, it is so, so worth it.

Having a relationship w/ Oikawa based on a bet and the gf heard it when the seijoh 4 talked about it making oikawa panicked when he knows his gf heard it.. ahh angst to fluff? Hehe thank youuuu

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This was fun to write. :)

Betting on You

Pairing: Reader x Oikawa Tooru

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, a lil fluff

He couldn’t lose her, anyone but her. He shouldn’t have accepted the bet. Needless to say, Oikawa Tooru has a lot of regrets right now. Opening up and being vulnerable to his partner was thankfully not one of them, even if it had ended up with them crying in each others arms. 

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Mumbling incoherently, Y/N reaches out next to her in the bed, trying to find the warm body that usually occupied the space next her. Frowning when she feels only the bedsheets, she opens her eyes and squints. There’s no one next to her. 

“Tooru?” she mutters softly, yawning and sitting up. He was always there, clinging to her, holding her close. Strange. She decides to wait for him, wanting his warmth to fall asleep with. The guy was like a living heater, which was useful during cold winter nights like this one. 

Twenty minutes pass and he still doesn’t come back. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N sighs and pulls herself to the edge of the bed, slipping on a pair of slippers. She shivers a little when the cold air hits her skin, but continues slowly towards the door to their shared bedroom. Opening it with a quiet creak, she immediately hears voices. A little confused, she quietly keeps walking, stopping at the doorway to the living room. 

She tilts her head in confusion when she sees Tooru laying on the couch, tapping away at his phone. It appears he’s on a voice call on speaker. 

“Almost three months.”

“Honestly, none of us expected you to last this long.”

Her eyes widen as she hears familiar voices. Matsukawa and Hanamaki?

“You’re still keeping him to that?” Iwaizumi? What were they doing this late at night? The clock on the wall tells her it’s 2 in the morning. 

“Obviously. I thought the money was pretty much guaranteed.”

“Can you blame us? He’s never kept someone around for more than a month.”

“Shut up.” Tooru's quiet voice reaches her ears. What money? What was going on?

“You’re not going to win.” comes Iwaizumi’s annoyed voice. “It’s Y/N.”

“Yeah, but before her it was also Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan and Aiko-Chan and-”

“Alright, I get it. Iwa-Chan’s the only one who’s on my side.” he pouts, cutting off Hanamaki’s annoying high-pitched imitation of him. 

“We still don’t know why. You’re obviously going to lose the bet. It’s inevitable.” Matsukawa claim confidently

...Bet?

“I’ll win in a few days, if you haven’t noticed. Nothing’s gonna happen in a few days.” Tooru rolls his eyes.

“And then you’ll dump her?”

Y/N suddenly feels cold, and it has nothing to do with the weather. Dump her? Bet? WHat was going on? Her mind was racing. Tooru hadn’t indicated that he was unhappy, or wanted to break up. He was always telling her how much he loved her. Was he lying? She felt a little sick at the thought.

“Yeah, the bet was to keep someone around for more than three months. You’ll be done in a few days. What’re you gonna do then?”

What?

“A bet?” she says aloud, her voice hollow with shock.

Tooru jumps and drops his phone, quickly turning around to see his girlfriend looking at him in horror. 

“Y-Y/N-Chan...” he scrambles to his feet and ends the call, wondering how much she had heard. “I thought you were asleep?” he quickly moves towards her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. He freezes when she backs away, shaking her head in disbelief. 

“A bet, Tooru? A bet?” 

“What-? Wait, Y/N...it’s not what you think-”

“Keep me around? You were dating me for a...bet?” her voice starts shaking a little, as she remembers how mere hours ago, he was holding her, assuring her how much he loved her.

“No! I-”

“Am I a game to you? A bet? Are you fucking kidding me?” She nearly laughs, because of course he would only date her for a bet. Of course. 

He frantically shakes his head, reaching out for her again, but thinking better of it when he glares at him with eyes full of unshed tears. His eyes widened. This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. “Y/N-Chan, listen to me, please, let me explain.” he sounds panicked. 

She clenches her jaw. “I should have seen this coming. Of course the Oikawa Tooru wouldn’t go out with someone like me.” She lets out a bitter chuckle at his stunned expression. Before he can interrupt, she pushes on. “Why would you, when you have girls, so much more perfect than me, throwing themselves at your feet all the time?”

“Y/N-” he’s trying desperately to get a word in, wincing when she raises her voice to overpower his. 

“Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan.” she imitates, recalling the phone call. Tears she’s tried to keep at bay finally start trickling down and Oikawa’s heart twists painfully, knowing that he was the one who caused it. “Obviously, the only reason you’d consider me was because of a bet, a fucking bet, Tooru.” she cries out angrily. 

“Y/N-Chan, listen to me.” he says seriously, grabbing her shoulder and looking her in the eyes. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the beginning. The bet means nothing to me.”

Her next word feel like a punch to the gut. 

“Bullshit.” she whispers, before repeating herself louder. “Utter bullshit. You never loved me.”

“I did, I do!” he insists. 

“If you did, it wouldn’t have taken a bet for you to ask me out!” she roughly shoves his hands off her. Taking a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore his hurt look. “It’s my fault too, isn’t it? I should’ve known better than to accept dating the Oikawa Tooru, the school heartthrob, notorious for playing around.” her words are laced with venom and self-pity. “There’s always gonna be someone better. Someone prettier, skinner, funnier. I was stupid for thinking you would ever fall for me.” All her insecurities come spilling out, accumulated from months of dating him, enduring the comments whispered under the breath by jealous students, girls openly flirting with her boyfriend. She was stupid to think she would ever be enough.

Pushing past him, wiping her sleeves across her eyes, she storms back into the bedroom, Oikawa at her heels behind her. She grabs her pillow and a blanket, turning back around and moving to the couch in the living room. She does her best to ignore her boyfriend's desperate attempts to gain her attention, begging her to give him a chance to explain. She sets up the items and lays on the couch, pulling the blanket to her chin and turning to face the back of the couch.

She refused to sleep anywhere near him. When he doesn’t stop talking she says coldly:

“Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.”

“No.”

She pauses. “No?”

“Not until you hear me out.” He crosses his arms.

“I’ve heard enough.”

“It’s a misunderstanding. If you’d just let me explain-”

“I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

He was dreading that. He really does love her, so fucking much. He doesn't want to lose her.

“Y/N-”

“I’m going to sleep.” She had never spoken to him in that tone before.

She hears a sigh after a few moments of silence, in which he realises that she was going to be stubborn till the end. Y/N hears him walk away and she buries her face in the blanket, silently crying to herself. She freezes when she hears the bedroom door close with a ‘click’ and footsteps approaching her. She turns around a little, to see Oikawa sitting at the foot of the couch with his own blanket and pillow. He doesn’t look at her, focusing on fluffing his pillow and pulling his thicker, warmer quilt over himself. He was equally as stubborn and wasn’t going to leave her alone like this.

She scoffs and settles back down again, still crying. If he notices, he doesn’t comment on it. The two lay in silence for a good thirty minutes. Y/N had stopped crying, but was still awake because how the hell was she supposed to fall asleep after what she had learnt? 

She’s startled when she suddenly hears Oikawa’s soft voice. “I love you, you know? I really do. Ever since I saw you in Chemistry last year. You caught my eye so quickly, and I flirted with you for weeks before you got the hint.” he laughs breathily. “You didn’t want my attention like everyone else, and I was curious. It felt different to be the one trying to get someone else’s attention.” he takes a deep breath, and she realises with a start that she’s never heard him this vulnerable. He probably thinks she’s asleep. 

“I was planning to ask you out before and I told the others and they laughed at me.” he frowns at the memory. “The assholes thought I was kidding, that I wasn’t serious. Iwa-Chan was the only one who took it seriously. I don’t blame them, cause I’d only ever dated for fun before.” He breathes in deeply again, steadying his voice and Y/N’s eyes widen when she realizes he’s holding back tears. 

“So when they bet that I couldn't last more than 3 months with you, I agreed, but only because I was going to ask you out anyway, and I intended on staying as long as I could. As long as you’d let me stay by your side.” He lets out a sad, watery chuckle, and Y/N feels her stomach drop. She never wanted to hear that sound from him again.

“I...shit, I don’t want to lose you. I can’t. You’re the only one for me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.” A strangled, muffled sob, reaches her ears, and it takes all of her willpower to remain still. 

“I’m serious about you...about us. You’re not a game, you never were. I just wanted to be with you. I want to be able to hold you again.” another muffled cry, as he buries his face in his hands. He’d never willingly let anyone see himself like this, not even Y/N. He was glad she was asleep. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, princess.” he stays where he is, sitting up leaning back on the couch, calming himself down, letting out soft hiccups every now and then. 

Y/N is wide awake, thinking over his words. They had to be genuine, right? He had no idea she was awake. He had sounded so...real and vulnerable, nothing like the strong façade he usually put up in front of others. Taking her chances, she discreetly moves, eyes widening when she sees the state he’s in. 

One of his hands is over his mouth, muffling his small sobs, Y/N wants to cry as she realises it’s probably so he doesn’t wake her up. His other hand is clenched tightly in his brown hair, his knees drawn to his chest. His face was blotchy and red and wet with tears. She’s never seen him like this. She moves and he doesn’t notice. 

Sitting directly behind him, she gently grabs the hand in his hair, to which he nearly jumps out of his skin. Y/N would usually laugh at the reaction, if not for the way he was looking up at her. She eases his hand out of his hair and holds it, tugging him up to the couch. He hesitates, before climbing up, sitting on the cushion next to her. 

“You-” his voice wavers, and he tries again. “You were awake?”

She nods, glancing at their connected hands, before staring at the ground. She hears his sharply take in a breath. 

“Y/N...love, I meant it. I meant every word, I swear.” 

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” she mumbles, tugging on his hand again, until they're both laying on the couch. She reaches over and grabs Oikawa’s quilt and pulls it on the two of them. She relaxes against him when his arms automatically wind around her waist and he buries his face in her hair, pressing small kisses on her. Each was an unspoken apology. 

She knows he’s crying when she feels the tears hit her skin. 

He knows she’s crying when he can feel her shaky, irregular breaths.

They lay there, eventually falling asleep clutching each other tightly, both of them hurting on the inside. They would have to have a serious talk tomorrow, but both had a blooming hope that they would pull through. 

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