They Got It From You

boyfriend atsumu makes a “your mom” joke once so you say you’re gonna call her up and tell her what he said and now he’s snot crying grabbing your hand begging you not to tell her

[ STILL THE SAME ] MIYA ATSUMU.

“baby, before ya get mad—”

“atsumu, do i even want to hear it?” you sigh, pinching your nose and exhaling. he pouts, looking at you with curled lips and furrowed brows as you stare back unimpressed. 

atsumu asking you not to get mad is almost always a headache-inducing scheme that probably takes a few years off your life, and you’re not really in the mood to test your mortality for your handful of a husband at the moment. but something tells you he’s not going to drop it any time soon, so you simply sigh before motioning for him to continue. 

“okay, i’m ready,” you say warily, “spit it out before i get a migraine.”

“i…uh, i can’t find ma weddin’ ring,” he says quietly, fiddling with his fingers as he refuses to meet your eyes. you blink, processing his words before they really register.

oh. 

and now that you look closely, there’s almost a slight tremble to his lips, the tiniest wobble that he tries to fight back as he meets your eyes with glossy ones of his own. and suddenly, your heart clenches as you take a step forward and cup his cheek.

“aw, tsum,” you murmur, tracing the soft skin of his cheek with your thumb, reaching to pinch his nose affectionately with your other hand, “that’s okay. we can go find you a new one, a fancier one this time now that we have more—”

“but ‘ts not the same,” he sniffles, pouting at you deeper as he leans his face closer into your hand. 

atsumu proposes to you the night before his first msby game, just a young rookie player with the beginning of a career beneath his feet. he accidentally blurts out please marry me when you squeal over his new jersey, and when you pause, shock clear on your face as you shakily whisper that’s not fair, tsum, he pulls out a ring from his pockets like he’s been waiting for this moment for weeks. 

and he has—he’s young and hasn’t even made a decent earning yet, doesn’t even fully know how his credit score works, still calls his mother to ask how to start the laundry machine, but he knows he wants to marry you like he knows the ball will be ready for his teammates to spike as long as he’s on the court. 

so you kiss him in your dingy little living room, tearfully pulling him close after you whisper yes, and he slides the best diamond he can afford with his carefully earned savings onto your finger. it’s the same ring that he’s been trying to lump together enough money to buy, the one he’s had his heart set on for a while now. and when you blow him a small kiss from the bleachers before his turn to serve the next day, the slight glimmer of the ring catching his eye, he brings you home the most service aces of the game. 

and he’s come a long way since then—a starting setter for a v. league division one team, sponsorship offers left and right, magazine covers as a well-known athlete, an olympic champion. you’ve watched him grow, watched him beam proudly as you move into a larger home, one with fancy windows and hardwood floors, but you watch him stay the same atsumu you fall in love with when you’re just figuring out how the world works and where you fall in it. 

he’s still the same atsumu who snores too loud and hogs the blanket, the same atsumu who can’t cook to save his life but makes you the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had, the same atsumu who wears mismatched socks and never checks his pockets before he puts his pants in the laundry. he’s still the same atsumu who calls his brother a scrub but helps clean the onigiri miya tables during closing hours on his way home from practice, the same atsumu who sometimes gets homesick and misses his mom after he calls her every morning, the same atsumu who never falls asleep without pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering i love ya no matter how mad you are at each other before bed. 

so you smile, squeeze his cheeks together as he looks at you miserably, pressing scattered kisses across his face like the sun meets your lips with each one. 

“did you check the bathroom counter,” you raise a brow, giggling when his face flushes a light shade of crimson. 

“i might’ve forgotten about that one,” he chuckles sheepishly, “ya might not want ta go in the bedroom for a while—’s a mess in there.”

“you tore up our whole bedroom before checking there?” you roll your eyes, making the pout return from earlier. and he’s still the same atsumu who makes your veins pop and your eyes roll, the same atsumu who’s as stubborn as he is obnoxious, the same atsumu who makes you question your choices at least three times a day—but you think he’s worth it when his eyes meet yours and the breath gets knocked from your lungs. 

“i’ll clean it,” he defends, “ya’ll be able ta eat off the floor when ‘m done in there.”

“we’ll be lucky if we still have a floor anymore when you’re done trying to clean,” you snort, pinching his cheek as he scowls at you. and with a playful roll of his eyes, he plants two warm hands on your waist, familiar and safe as they pull you flush against a sturdy chest. 

miya atsumu, when he kisses you just as sweetly as the first time, as the night he proposes to you, as the day he marries you, as he did last night and the night before that, reminds you just why you said yes all those years ago. 

“don’t be mean,” he grumbles, making you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck, “if i lose ma ring, ya’ll have no proof ‘m yer husband. what then?”

“then i’ll do this so everyone knows you’re my husband,” you wink cheekily before pressing another kiss to his lips, smiling into them as he melts against you with a soft sigh.

for my love sayu's champagne kisses collab @tahdashii !! sjdsdfh technically it's about a wedding ring instead of an actual wedding but i hope it counts sobsob

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Imagine you and scaramouche have a language barrier and only talk through translations and one day he started learning english so he can express his feelings to you

"I r-rye— I ryek yu— " but he's having a hard time pronouncing it.

"Aghhh kuso! suki da! daisuki da yo!" (Aghhh damnit! i like you! i really like you!)

He's just screaming in japanese while you're waiting there for him to sizzle down so you can say you like him too.

(was meant as modern!au)

Dr. Doofensmirtz really went from fighting a platypus to fighting real heroes-

Why is there an anime version of dr doofensmirtz in my hero academia im so confused

hii!! i love your writings! you’re basically my fav haikyuu writer🤗anywaysssss can i request a scenario where akaashi has a crush on his girl classmate, she’s oblivious but everyone knows because of how gentleman he is acting towards her compare to others thank you in advance!(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) stay safe and keep up the good work!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

You, My Oblivious Dunce (Akaashi Keiji x Reader)

Yesss my first Akaashi scenario!!! I’m back everyone!!

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“Oi. Wake up.” 

You jolt in your seat at the feeling of someone’s fingers tapping on your exposed skin on your neck, raising your head from your slightly sleepy stupor to make dazed eye contact with the boy next to you. 

“Akaashi, can you ever just cover for me? Please?” 

“And who’s the one who doesn’t get enough sleep at night?” Akaashi hums back in response, resting his defined chin in one palm as he scrawled at his paper. You pout in response, huffing slightly before flinching at the sudden squealing that came with the ringing bell, signaling class had come to an end. 

Oh God. Again?

You blink as you almost fall out of your seat, some of the girls clamoring into the room almost on top of one another to talk to the pretty setter. Quirking an eyebrow at the death glares some of them sent you, you ignore the every day commotion before shuffling in your bag for your lunch. 

“A-Akaashi-senpai, will you join me for lunch?” 

“I made this for you!” 

“P-please accept what I baked! I spent all night baking it!” 

You miss the glance the pretty boy had sent you as you lift yourself out of your seat, ready to meet some of your own friends for lunch as you head towards the door, excited to eat. Akaashi’s eyes scan the selection of sweets before choosing one carefully, nodding his head in thanks as the girls surrounding his seat swoon at his stoic nature. 

The class watches Akaashi manuever his way through the herd politely yet somewhat forcibly as his usual moderate walking pace seemed to pick up before you could exit the door. Akaashi catches your bag strap, causing you to pause in confusion as he shoulders it, tapping the tin of sweets on your head. 

“You like this kind, right?” 

“Uh...I’m not sure you’re supposed to regift-” You start, blanching at the angry herd of female underclassmen before Akaashi shrugs, holding the door open for you as you step through it, the class all collectively sighing as Bokuto’s hearty laugh rings through the room. 

“Will she ever get it?” 

“I say give it about three months.” 

“No way! Akaashi-senpai would never-!” 

“Uh, can you like, leave our classroom?” 

It had started off as a shock at first. Akaashi Keiji was a guy who kept to himself, not feeding into the attention he earned from his rep as the talented setter who was known to be Bokuto’s right hand, the best friend of the star ace. He hadn’t really pushed it away either, and didn’t show any interest towards anybody- 

until he noticed that your features were really really pretty in the sun from your spot in the window seat beside him. And that your laugh wasn’t forced or obnoxious like the girls who threw themselves at him. Your cool nature was so relaxed, and you didn’t treat him any differently than any other friend-

before he knew it, Akaashi Keiji had developed a crush on the girl who couldn’t see the softness in his irises when she entered the room. 

“Akaashi, I can’t have these! They were made for you!” You protest, unwrapping your bento as Akaashi attempts to hand you the tin for the third time. Your lunch plans with friends fell short when Akaashi led you (and your bag) to a spot on the school fountain, giving your class full view to watch the two of you from the window as if it were some kind of reality TV show. 

“Well, they’re mine. I can do what I want with them.” Akaashi’s answer was short as you scoff, his eyes falling on the half-bitten rolled omelette on the end of your chopsticks. “That looks good.” 

“You want one?” You offer, moving to grab a new one before Akaashi leans forward, his mouth capturing the one you had just bitten into, face inches away from yours as you blink. 

Blue-green eyes are calculative as he takes in your body language. 

“She has to understand after that!” 

“That was so smooth, Akaashi you little hoe-” 

“ShHH I wanna see how she responds!” 

Unfortunately, you carried on as if nothing happened, flicking Akaashi’s temple with an eye roll. 

“You tainted my chopsticks!” 

Cue the class’s collected groan, Bokuto laughing so loud he had to hold his stomach as a look of annoyance passes over Akaashi’s face momentarily, settling back to his stoic nature as his eyes flicker up to the window. He had noticed the nosy classmates, causing the class to scatter away from the window, some tripping over one another in the process. 

“I’m kidding. I don’t really care.” You laugh at Akaashi’s serious face, nudging him in the shoulder as you pick up some more food into your mouth. “You still wanna bite?...Akaashi?” 

The setter had looked off to the side, cheeks tinged with an annoying heat as he wills it to go away, suddenly thankful he noticed the class when he did. 

You had just indirectly kissed him, and hadn’t even batted an eyelash. 

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“Whaaa?! Is this a love letter, Y/N?!” Bokuto snatched the paper from your desk as you lurch forward without missing a beat, snatching it back. 

Akaashi’s pen stops mid-sentence. 

“None of your business, Hoe-kuto.” You snip, causing the owl-haired boy to laugh as you roll your eyes, continuing to write as Bokuto casts a smug glance towards his best friend. 

Akaashi’s eyes narrow ever so slightly. Don’t. 

“Do you have someone you like, Y/N-chan?”

Akaashi lifts his head, pen dropping on the desk as he reaches into his bag, cheeks tinged with annoyance brimming blue irises as you stutter out an answer. 

“W-what-who just-nobody just asks-” 

Music filled your ears as you lift a hand up to the pair of headphones resting on your head, Akaashi looking away when you snap your head towards him in confusion. 

“Listen to this song. I’ve been meaning to show you it.” 

You nod, eyebrow quirked as you go back to writing, missing the glare the setter sent towards the ace as Bokuto simply shrugged, eyes knowingly smug as Akaashi groaned into his palm. 

Why couldn’t everyone just let him be? Can’t he just be quietly in love with you?

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“Are you ready to go home?” 

“Uh, no need to walk me today, Keiji.” You reply distractedly, shuffling in your bag before emerging with a folded piece of paper, a tick forming in the messy haired boy’s jaw at the sight. “I have something I need to do-” 

“I’ll wait for you. Give me your bag.” 

“I said it was-!” 

Akaashi rolls his eyes at the silence that filled the room purposefully, taking your bag with him out of the room in stride as he pauses at the corner of the hall, glancing back to see your figure walking quickly down the hall, purpose in your steps. 

Do you have someone you like, Y/N-chan? 

Literally fuck Bokuto for getting into his head. 

Are you writing a love letter? 

Before Akaashi knew it, his feet were following yours, hand clasped so tightly around the strap his knuckles were turning white. 

What would he do?

His pace quickened.

What would he do if he was too late?

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“Oh! You made it!” Your sweet voice filled Akaashi’s ears as you walk further out onto the rooftop.

Akaashi pauses, feeling like an absolute stalker as he leans his back against the entryway to the roof, wondering if he was going too far. So what if you didn’t like him? Who cared if you were about to confess your love for someone else? 

The male voice that responded to you caused a pain to erupt through Akaashi’s chest. 

“Thanks for coming.” 

“It was no big deal, I’ve been working on it for awhile.”

He does. He cares if you have feelings for someone else. 

Before Akaashi could make the mistake of revealing that he had followed you, the next sentence makes the pressure lighten off his chest completely. 

“Here’s the English notes I made! These tips made me pass last year’s exams for sure, and well, I’m kind of an idiot, but so are you.” 

“Wah! You’re the best Y/N-senpai!” 

Akaashi’s back slides down against the floor until he’s sitting, a humorless chuckle slipping his lips as his heart beat begins to regulate again. 

Just what was he doing?

He ignores the underclasman who casted him a weird glance as he left the rooftop, making a decision as he listened for your familiar footsteps. 

Fuck quietly being in love with you. 

“Keiji?”

No response. The boy’s long legs were bent in his position against the wall, forehead resting on clasped fingers as you poke him, as if you were waking a sleeping bear. 

“This is a really weird place to nap, you didn’t have to wait-” 

“You’re right.” 

A startled gasp slips your lips as Akaashi’s strong grip pulls you down so you’re sitting between his bent legs, his arms crossing over your torso as he pulls you tightly into his chest. You freeze, soaking in just what was happening as Akaashi buries his face into your neck, feeling his heartbeat pound against your back. 

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” 

“W-what? I said-” 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

The silence that filled the air was painful as Akaashi’s only comfort was holding you tighter, thoughts spinning in your head as you force your lips to move.

“You do?” 

Your voice was quiet, uneasy, and soft. So unlike your usual voice all Akaashi could do was nod into your neck, feeling your tense body relax ever so slightly as your fingers dance across his tightened grip.

“Then...um...why don’t we...uh-” 

Akaashi cuts you off as a surge of confidence washes over him at the feeling of the heat that rushed to your neck, tilting your chin up from his position behind you to kiss you deeply, almost as if he was feeding a hunger that had built up inside him after so long. You responded shyly, feeling heat rush to your cheeks as Akaashi’s hand rests gently on your cheek, deepening the kiss before pulling back with uneven breaths. 

“Date?” He offered, breathless as your eyes find everywhere to look besides his blue-green orbs. Your shy nod had Akaashi holding himself back from kissing you again, not wanting to overwhelm you as he smiles into your neck, comfortable with holding you close. 

“Keiji?” 

“Hm?” 

“Is...is this why our class stares at us when we’re together?”

“You’re oblivious. It’s your fault.” 

“Hey-!” Your normal self returns only to be shut down again by Akaashi stealing another kiss, much lighter this time as you’re only able to let out a small squeak in response as you clasp at the setter’s hands. 

“That’s for making me wait so long.” 

Another one stolen. 

“This is for being dense.” 

And another. 

“And this-” 

Akaahi freezes when you lean up to cut him off mid-sentence, shyly pecking his lips as his widened blue eyes look down at you. 

“-is for not confessing to me sooner.” You mumble, causing Akaashi to roll his eyes as he snaps out of his faze with a smile ghosting his lips. 

“Then, my apologies...” He flicks your temple. “Dunce.” 

“How does one go from kissing me to bullying me?” 

“Oh? Then do you want me to kiss-” 

“Nope. Bully me. I’ll report you to the school so you won’t be able to kiss me or bully me.” 

“Mhm. Do that.” Akaashi replies evenly, thinking your flushed nature was cute as he hugs you gently, contrasting greatly with his starved actions before. 

“Either way you’re mine, dunce.” 

“How about you be mine?” You retort.

“Nope. I’m the one who’s been waiting.” Akaashi tilts your jaw up gently, nose brushing yours as you attempt to shy away again. His fingers hold you in place as his lips move against yours as he speaks, not pressing them together. 

“You, my oblivious dunce, are mine. I love you.” And for the countless time, Akaashi kissed you next to the stairwell that led to the roof, both chests brimmed with the unknown feeling of the warmth in their beings. 

Although completely unexpected, Akaashi Keiji, the guy who kept to himself, had suddenly allowed something within him to be stolen by the likes of you, the girl who had the sun in her hair and the bubbliness in her laugh. 

But did he regret what was stolen?

“I’m not saying it back.” 

“Acting defiant, are we?” 

“Kissing me won’t do anything!” 

“We’ll see about that.”

No. Not one bit.

— when they wake up alone

bokuto, suna, kyotani x gn!r

lots of cursing, mentions of eating, not proofread; angst to fluff kinda

me when suna

# bokuto

bokuto is absolutely beside himself when he wakes up and your side of the bed is cold and empty. quickly he sits up and calls your name, "y/n?? y/n, baby?" no response the crease in his brows deepening with the frown on his lips. "must he in the bathroom or something" he mumbles to himself, clumsily getting out of your shared bed and walking fast to the bathroom down the hall. he knocks on the door quietly, "babe, you in there?" he waits a few seconds before opening the door, only to find the room dark and empty. now he's feeling really nervous, where the hell were you? 'the kitchen?' he thinks but when he gets there it too is empty, he basically tears the whole house apart looking for you, no where to be found. maybe you left him? finally got tired of his immature personality, maybe you just couldn't stand to be with him another minute- even as he slept.

the negative thoughts plagued his brain, so much so in fact, he hadn't even heard the front door of your shared apartment open, or the thud of your snacks hitting the hardwood floor. he hadn't even noticed you make your way toward him, "bokuto, baby, what's wrong?" his head snaps up at the sound of your voice, "y/n? you're back?" he reaches out for you and you stand there hugging him as he sat on the couch, "yeah, i couldn't sleep so i went to get snacks. why are you crying though? did you have a nightmare?" you run your hands through his hair and it calms him down almost immediately. "n-no but i reached for you and you were gone and t-then i couldn't find you anywhere.... i-i thought you left me for good." he hiccups, you feel guilt creep up your chest at his words. "oh bo, baby no! i just didn't wanna wake you since you have a match tomorrow." he sighs, arms wrapping around you tighter, "please just wake me up next time, you really scared me." you promise you won't leave the house without telling him from now on and cheer him up with some of the snacks you bought, and kisses of course.

# suna

suna's first feeling is disappointment as he reaches over to pull your body closer to his, still half asleep, but is met with an empty space. he's annoyed but doesn't think too much about it, you probably had use the bathroom or something so you'd be back in no time. it's only when he realizes too much time has gone by and you still weren't in bed he starts to get really irritated and a little nervous, why weren't you back in bed? he groans, throwing the comforter away from his body and stands from the bed, "y/n where the hell did you go?" his voice his hoarse as he calls out for you checking each room in the apartment, only for them to be empty. he curses to himself as he sits on the couch, plenty of emotions running through his veins. it worried him that he had no clue where you were and it pissed him off that you hadn't said anything before you left. even more though, he couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that maybe you left with the purpose of never coming back- it made him uneasy.

he hadn't meant to fall asleep on the couch in same position he'd sat down in, the sound of the front door opening snapping him awake almost immediately. all he felt was annoyance, it was nearly 2 am and here you were walking through the front door, paper bags in hand. "where the hell did you go?" the question comes out a little harsher than he'd originally wanted it to but he was too tired to care at this point. you flinch at his question, "uhm to the convenience store? i couldn't sleep so i decided to get snacks and you have a game later so i didn't wanna wake you." he rolls his eyes, "so you leave me to wake up alone? i couldn't find you anywhere- i was worried sick. do you only think about yourself or something?" well shit, he hadn't meant to say that last part. you drop your bags to the ground and immediately suna knows he's fucked up big time. "i-i'm sorry, i just didn't want to wake you up b-because-" you were already breathing heavy, tears staining your cheeks and suna has no idea how he can recover from this.

"oh fuck, baby- i didn't mean to- shit i'm so sorry" he inches closer to you and to his surprise you let him embrace you "i didn't mean to snap at you, i swear. i'm just so tired and i was so fucking worried you weren't gonna come back- god i'm so sorry" he hold you tight in his arms, "i'm sorry too rin, i should've at least left a note, but i knew i wasn't gonna be gone for long so i didn't even think about it." you apologize but he only shushes you, "still, i should have never snapped at you." you nod against his chest, "you really worried me though, i thought that- you know what it doesn't matter, you're back now. let's eat those snacks you brought back, yeah?" the two of you spend the rest of the night eating the snacks you bought and suna holds you close and tight like you'll fade away if he doesn't.

# kyotani

kyotani is a heavy sleeper, especially after a long set and he's definitely not a morning person- no matter the time he's woken up. so when he wakes up you side of the bed empty and cold, he already feels him becoming agitated. he rolls over to check his phone, 3:52 am, "what the fuck, y/n" the grumbles, "y/n." he yells, loud but no response, "of course you're gonna make me get up." he scoffs. firstly he searches the living room, he knew that oftentimes, you had trouble sleeping and knowing he hated to be woke up, you would sneak into the living room to watch tv until you were sleepy again but of course you weren't there. you weren't in the kitchen either, and he didn't find you in the bathroom nor on the balcony. kyotani checks his phone, no texts no calls, nothing. he rolls his eyes and throws himself onto the couch refusing to text or call you out of his own stubborn national, plus, what if you were driving? he turns on the tv to distract himself from the pit of anxiety bubbling in his belly, nothing can really stop his thoughts from running wild though, he can't shake the feeling that you weren't coming back and had left him for good, finally tired of his- well everything about him, really.

he thoughts are interrupted when he hears the front door open, relieved to see your face but angry as he remembers you'd left without a word. he frowns standing up to meet you at the front door, apparently you weren't expecting him because you flinch as he makes his presence known by clearing his throat, "oh fuck- kyo you scared me! why are you awake?" he scoffs "oh i scared you? well at least you didn't wake up to an empty house at nearly four am" his tone has you frowning, "i didn't wake you up because you'd be upset with me and i knew you needed rest after your show from earlier." his face softens but still he rolls his eyes and glances at the bags in your hands. "whatever, what's in the bags?" he takes them from you and sets them on the island counter, "i couldn't sleep so i went to get snacks." you follow him to the kitchen, "i got your favorite too." if he was still annoyed before he definitely wasn't anymore, did he even deserve the snacks? he'd just snapped at you minutes earlier. he grunts in acknowledgment, "c'mon, we can eat together, kyo. i'll put on a movie." you grab his hand in one hand and the bags of snacks in the other and lead him to the living room where you both lay on the couch.

his silence is all too loud as you put on a movie you both enjoy, "kyo, is something wrong?" kyotani can't help the tears that form in his eyes as he embraces you tightly, "i was worried about you, you brat. why'd you leave without telling me? you coulda left me a text or something." you're stunned at his sudden outburst, "i was only gone for 30 minutes, kentaro... but still i'm sorry, i should've left a note, but i didn't think you'd wake up while i was gone?" you rub his back and chuckle, "did you miss me that much, baby?" he shakes his head as best he can while it's in the crook of your neck, "i thought you weren't gonna come back." his confession surprises you, "oh... why would i not come back? i love you too much to leave for good." you grin, "really?" "really". the both of you spend the rest of the dark hours of the morning watching movies and eating the snacks you bought all while in a tight embrace.

thanks for stopping by <3

A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad

when you sleep on the couch after an argument (except its more like the guest room)

diluc ragnvindr x reader

2.1k+ words | zhongli

warnings: hurt/comfort, more hurt on dilucs end im sorry baby❤️ no pronouns used

hello yes not even 24 hours later i'm back with more angst

“just forget i said anything diluc,” you sound as defeated as you feel. it could be so difficult trying to get through to a man as stubborn as him and it only upset you more when you started to lose your cool while diluc remained impassive about the whole situation. you’ve always known he had a difficult time expressing his emotions, especially the more uncomfortable ones like you both feel so swirling in your hearts right now, but that didn’t stop you from wishing he would let you in just a little more when you opened up about your own. you don’t know how long it’s been since the argument started, too long, long enough for the late afternoon sun to turn into dusk. by now your throat hurts, your eyes sting with frustrated tears, your lungs feel like they're suffocating in the heat of the room and all you want is for this to be over, to stop hearing his frustrated tone normally reserved for annoying bar goers and other annoyances being used to speak to you. how much longer could you take of this before you broke.. “i’m too tired to keep going on like this..”

“we’ll be finishing this discussion later.”

the coldness of his tone is the final blow to the cracking dam that was your tear filled eyes. with your back turned towards him, your steps quiet and shaky, you try your best to hide the quiver in your voice as you whisper a small ‘okay’ before exiting the study, softly closing the door behind you. thankfully most of the staff was gone by now and you could walk to your room with your head hanging low, without the embarrassment of them seeing you and accidentally making your tears worse. 

you know you won't be able to sleep despite how exhausted you feel but you lay down and curl up in the plush duvet anyways, hating and loving how it smells of cedar, wine and a hint of smoke. you don’t know if the scent of him is making your tears better or worse but you don’t move from the bed until the sun sets behind the open curtains and you hear the large mahogany doors of the manor shut as your beloved heads towards the city. realizing a little too late how it would affect your already fragile heart, you rise from the bed and watch from the window as his figure disappears into the night.

all at once everything feels like too much and you find you can’t handle how every inch of this room feels clouded in your frustration and sadness. you couldn’t be in here, you wouldn’t find sleep with his scent lingering on the sheets. in your upset and frustrated mind you didn’t think you’d find comfort in any reminders of him but you soon found the guest room was not much better. it hadn’t been touched in so long, probably before you even knew diluc, and not a single thing in here is a remnant of him, it’s everything you hate about the room but you weren’t sure which was better. in the end it didn’t really matter, no matter where you were you were bound to cry yourself to sleep, hating that you’d still feel this way when you had to face this argument again in the morning.

“we’ll be finishing this discussion later,” he says, forcing himself to tear his attention away from you and return to the paperwork that needed to be filled out hours ago. you were getting nowhere like this, you both knew it and the only way he knows how to calm the uncomfortable tightness through his whole chest, that creeps up his spine and rattles his stolid demeanor, is to throw himself into his work, and he does just that. 

he hardly notices the sun set and the darkness throughout the study as he gets through contract after contract. only when the words on the parchment became not enough to distract him from your argument and he was finding it harder to ignore the emotions still coursing through his veins was he pulled from his work. despite the late hour there was still so much to be done, the night was far from over for him. he slips on his coat as he exits the study to head to the city but is stopped at the edge of the steps, his eyes drifting slowly towards your closed bedroom door. he swears he could choke on his heart in his throat. he does his best to swallow it, and takes some solace in the fact the room is dark. hopefully that means you’ve found sleep.

he doesn’t even make it to the city before every ounce of his frustrations is used to fuel the burning flames in every swing of his claymore; every hilichurl, every abyss mage and treasure hoarder that was unfortunate enough to come in his path feeling the searing scorch of the uncrowned king of mondstadt. 

as enemies lay defeated before him, proof of his anger, the feelings raging inside him turn from irritation at you for being stubborn, to confused frustration about the whole situation, to guilt ridden self loathing about his blindness and bullheadedness. why is it only now, as he analyzes the fight over and over, that he sees the tears pooling in your eyes, that he truly hears your words and that all you said came from nothing but concern for his health, all because you loved him and cared for him. it was him who was being stubborn. he pushed you away, he kept you at arms distance when you were so ready to accept all of him and tonight he pushed you even further from his heart but that was something he never wanted. without you -

his claymore clanks on the ground beside him as he tears off a sullied glove and rubs the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger before running his hand through his frazzled locks, trying to compose himself. archons he hates this. he hates arguing with you. he hates feeling so far away from you even though he knows he has no one else to blame but himself. he hates seeing you cry and even more than that, he detests being the one to cause your tears.

his aching heart leads him home, sending a plea to the universe that you’re still asleep and you will stay asleep as he holds you tightly against him, not caring how desperate his grip will be. he knows he messed up and when you awake tomorrow he’ll apologize from the bottom of his heart and keep his promise to do better, accept his consequences but tonight he can't be away from you any longer.

with quiet footsteps he makes his way up the grand staircase and to your shared bedroom, shaking hands quietly closing the door behind him. the sweet smell of you wafts faintly in the air and lessens the pressure tightly in his chest. hanging his coat on its hanger by the door, shedding his vest and changing from his day clothes to something more suited for sleep he wants nothing more than to crawl into bed with you. but as he steals glances at the bed, while normally hard to make out much through the drapes on the canopy, he notices how empty the bed looks. it has his heart pounding in his chest but he remains rational, it's dark and you often like to curl up, it’s oka-

he pulls back the drapes on your side of the bed, slowly at first, but when he sees the bed is completely devoid of you his body goes rigid, the heat his worried heart flares up nearly catching the drapes on fire. letting out what was supposed to be a breath to relax him, to not let his mind run with the worst of assumptions, with the fear he refused to let form fully until now- was this fight really enough for you to leave like this? had he lost you thanks to no other than himself, rather than the darkness that usually took those he loved- of perhaps he was the dar- no diluc. get a grip. 

he had to think rationally before he burned all of teyvat down in search of you.

plenty of times you’ve fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for him to return, he hadn’t even thought to look there when he came home- his tunnel vision bringing him to the place you should be. gripping tightly onto the banister, he quickly makes his way down to the parlor and feels his barely held together calm slip completely when you’re nowhere to be found. 

every door, even ones that don’t make sense- closets, the pantry, the cellar- are thrown open in search of you. every guest room that hasn't seen a guest in so long has the master's attention, one by one turning up empty, taking more of his sanity until he feels like he's suffocating. there’s only one more guest room left and he doesn’t waste a moment opening the door and lighting the candle by the bookshelf to illuminate the room and hopefully you. 

he honestly isn’t sure how he makes it to the bed. he swears once he sees you laying in the normally untouched sheets his knees threaten to give way but nothing could stop him from holding you. he had to, if he didn't, what was the possibility this wouldn’t be real or that you’d slip right through his grasp while he was unable to do anything.. even if that chance was miniscule, it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. he couldn’t imagine his life without you, more than anything else in this world he loved you.

shaking hands that grip and pull you harder than they intended to make it impossible not to be stirred from your restless sleep but you don’t question who it is, this warmth could only belong to him. you attempt to sit up to get a better look at him, to rub the sleepiness from your puffy eyes, but his arm wrapped around your middle and his other hand buried in your hair holds you steady against him, your face buried in the crook of his neck, tickled by soft vermillion locks.

“‘dil-”

“please forgive y/n..” he pleads softly. “i’m sorry for being so stubborn, i regret you see that part of me from time to time but y/n.. i.. i love you more than i know how to express.. i will do better for you.  i can’t- i can’t lose you.”

“lose me?” your tired mind finally registers just how hard his heart is beating against your chest, how his breath is uneven, that his grip on you keeps growing tighter with each passing moment. it's almost crushing but you don’t protest, you need it just as badly as he does. pressing your head against his shoulder, accepting him completely, you speak honestly and hope he’ll hear the love behind your words. “‘luc, i’m not going anywhere.”

“i don’t know what i’d-”

“my love, you don’t need to worry about that,” your lips find his exposed neck and you place a tender kiss against his porcelain skin. “i’ll always be by your side. nothing will change that.”

you swear you feel his heart skip a beat. “i do not deserve you.”

“that is far from the truth. you are deserving love and everything you could ever hope for-”

“you are all i hope for, all i need…”

his confessions of love continue, each one stealing your breath away, melting away any lingering sadness from your fight. he leaves you blushing, speeches and you can’t help but cling to him. all of his promises, all of his apologies, were so full of honesty and love, they consumed you, dilucs love encompassed you and you melted against him, your heart so full you didn’t know what else to do but cry.

somewhere in the eternal warmth of his love and words he had lifted you up higher to rest his forehead against yours, to feel your touch, leaning into every brush of your fingers behind his ear as you moved hair out of his face and returned his love in kind. 

only celestia would know how long you spent spilling the contents of your hearts until tears of love and pure exhaustion brought you both to sleep in each other's embrace, in a bed that wasn’t your own. but it didn’t matter, wherever you were together the flames of your hearts burned brightest and couldn’t be torn asunder. 

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no thoughts. just this post.

Bakugo: okay, since we’re living in dorms now, there’s some shit y’all need to know

Iida: it’s good of you to open up, Bakugo!

Bakugo: fuck off, I don’t mean me. I mean about Deku.

Uraraka: shouldn’t he tell us himself? It’s pretty rude to expose his secrets

Bakugo: these aren’t fucking secrets. They’re safety precautions.

Kirishima: so manly that you’re concerned about him!

Bakugo: I’m not. This warning is for *you*. If you don’t listen, it’s not my problem.

1-A, nervous: …

Bakugo: if you see him out of his room past midnight, do 👏 not 👏 approach 👏 him 👏 and call me immediately. I don’t care if I’m sleeping, wake me up and tell me where he is. Do not approach him.

Midoriya: this is a little dramatic Kacchan

Kaminari: I don’t get it. What’s the big deal?

Bakugo, grimacing: this little shit sleep-fights. It was bad enough when he didn’t use his quirk. I’m telling you for your own health. If you don’t want to spontaneously fucking die, do not interact.

Midoriya: it’s not as bad as it sounds.

Kaminari: I’m sure it’ll be fine dude

——————————One Week Later——————————

Bakugo: what did I tell you?

Kaminari: don’t approach him after midnight

Bakugo, turning to Kirishima: and what did he do?

Kirishima, sighing: approached him after midnight

Bakugo, to Midoriya: and what did YOU do?

Midoriya, tearing up: Detroit smashed him through a wall and destroyed the ground floor of the dorms

Bakugo, back to Kaminari: and where are you now

Kaminari, disturbed: in the hospital after briefly visiting god

✮ tags ; gn! reader, established relationship, fluff, alcohol.

"Shouto,"

"Hm?"

"You're drunk,"

Your boyfriend leans his head on your shoulder and makes a noise in the back of his throat. "A bit."

More than a bit, you think. In actuality, you don't think you've ever seen him this drunk before. He's okay with alcohol, usually - but tends to stay away from drinking too much. You think the last time you saw him get actually drunk at all, you were both twenty and he was barely tipsy then.

He doesn't like getting drunk, he's told you before. A few times. The lack of control and hazy memories make him just slightly anxious, so he's careful around liquor.

You've been dating for years now, and unless he's living some double-life (a different one than being a hero) - you've never seen him get this wasted. Ever. To everyone else in your surroundings, it probably doesn't look that way.

But you've spent enough time to know him, and he's not like this usually. Nowhere near as absent minded he is now, at least. He hasn't been able to sit still since he downed that last bottle of shochu. He went to go play with Bakugou's cat, Momo and you couldn't find him afterwards. You lost sight of him for about half-an-hour until you finally found him in the living room while everyone else was outside, feeding Momo some treat that squeezes from a tube.

(You still don't know where or how he found where Bakugou kept the treats, but you decide it's better you don't ask. Plausible deniability, or something.)

You're both grown-ups, and you're not one to worry about his liquor intake. Still, though - you're worried. Even if it seems like he's not different to everyone else, you can tell. And it's bothering you.

"Shouto," You call out to him, your hands reaching to pet the back of his neck. He's a head taller than you, and a little heavy. Palms smooth against the prickly ends of his hair - tapered and neat. He presses his cheek to your shoulder. "Shouto, love."

"Oh," He says, suddenly remember where he is. He stands up but doesn't back away far enough to give you space. You're in a far off empty corner. Most people are in the backyard but Shouto wanted some air - so you're crowded against a wooden fence and wall with your boyfriend locking you in out by the entrance. He smells nice, you think - clean with a soft touch of aftershave. You look up at him. "Hi,"

"You're drunk," You repeat, watching him blink rapidly - bleary eyes and the faintest line of a smile whenever he glances at you. He's bent over, staring at you hard. "Is something wrong?"

His expression is the same as always. Unchangingly neutral with a strong and uncharacteristic rosiness to it. Your boyfriend is handsome, alarmingly so. You're aware of it constantly, but this new face knocks the air out of your lungs.

He's... pouting you think. But not fully. His lips aren't drawn together, it's subtle like most expressions on him.

But it's...there. You're not imagining it - the soft furrow of his brow, the press of his lips. His expression grows warmer and it only makes you more confused. He shakes it off, all of a sudden, a micro-expression that fades just as quickly as it appears.

"I'm okay."

"Are you?""

He blinks slowly at that. Concern aside, you can't help but think he's cute like this. His ears are pink enough to stick out against his skin, cold air making them flush even darker.

"I'm okay," He says, then looks at you. He sobers up if only for that moment. "Had something on my mind."

"Something you can't tell me?"

"It's supposed to be a secret," He mumbles. He's really drunk. You realize this late. "So I don't know if I can."

"Mm," You reply. You feel like doting on him suddenly, so you do, petting the back of his neck before hugging him a little. "That's okay."

He follows up with a light groan. You've never heard him complain like that, so you laugh. "But I want to tell you."

"I promise I'll keep your secret at least."

He smiles at you more fully that time.

He pauses for a minute, thinking it over. You don't do or say anything in return. A beat passes of you two standing and swaying with silence where Shout to grabs your hands from in front of you. You think he's being affectionate again, wanting to hold them.

He draws your hands to his pocket though. The angle is awkward, makes you bend your wrist on the inside of coat pocket until you feel something hard and square touch your fingers. It's velvet from the material. A box of some kind.

...A box?

Shouto guides your hand again, this time out. When you pull it out, his palm is over yours. It's a jewellery box. You blink a few times, confused. Shouto hasn't let go of your hand.

"I keep missing the timing," He says, hiccuping. The lack of sobriety more clear than ever from the slight slur in his words. "It's been in my pockets for a while."

Your eyes go wide open. You can feel your own confusion and excitement twist and tangle inside of you, frantic to get a better read on the situation. He smiles down at you, disarmingly and then closes his eyes. His forehead is warm as it touches yours.

"...I thought you didn't want to married. Not really, at least." You whisper.

"Me too," He says, a wetness to his laugh that tugs at your heart . "It was on a whim. I wanted to talk to you about it. But." He frowns a little "It's tough."

You chuckle, a sudden wetness to your voice too. "I bet it was,"

He smiles at you, big and stupid. "I love you," He closes is eyes and presses his forehead to yours more. "Thank you for everything."

"Shouto," You repeat, unsure of what else to say. "What brought this up?"

"Mm," He shrugs, getting sleepier by the minute. "I thought giving you my last name would make you suffer." He admits, soft and unsure. "But taking yours. That felt...okay. Felt nice."

"You're silly."

"Yes," He says, not denying it. "And I love you."

"And you love me." You repeat, a grin splitting your face. Big tears at the corner of your eyes, making your vision sting and your cheeks ache. You look up at him again. "Enough to marry me?"

He seems almost sheepish that time. "If you'll have me."

"Are you sober enough to even remember this?"

His embarrassment makes him blush and laugh again. "My heart is beating so loud I'm a little afraid of it. So yes. I'm sure I'll remember." He admits.

"Let's get married, then." You repeat to him, so achingly happy you think you could die. You wonder when to tell your friends. Bakugou will be pissed you did at his place. "If you'll have me."

He smiles. "I'd like too."

You lean up to press a kiss to his mouth, and Shouto holds you there to kiss you longer than you expect. When you're done kissing, he's smiling.

"Anymore secrets?"

He thinks on it, then hums.

"We should get a cat."