#[✮] lex’s reqs

[biillyhargroves]

lex!! i am humbling begging if we can get billy being alive/surviving for season 4 and maybe him being present for max's possession and eventual escape from vecna ?? essentially some max & billy sibling stuff we were robbed off this season (also harringrove on the side if you so please!)

okokok so here's some quick AU notes to establish this 'verse: Billy survives the Mind Flayer attack with Max's help; Neil & Susan stay together, but Billy's medical expenses drain them and they're forced to sell the house and move into the trailer to afford his care; Steve & Billy are in an established relationship. LET'S GO.

but see how deep the bullet lies fic requests open

The harsh, metallic reek of iron stings Max's nostrils. Her breath shudders; her heart pounds. There is blood on her hands, on her clothes — blood pooling on the floor. She pushes hard against Billy's chest, against his belly, tears pricking her eyes as she begs him to, "Stay awake, please stay awake. Billy, talk to me. Billy, don't fall asleep. Don't go, don't go, don't go."

His eyes are glassy. His lashes flutter. He opens his mouth to talk and more blood comes out, sputtering at the corners of his lips. Max shakes her head, shushes him, pleads with him to, "Please, Billy, stay with me. Stay with me." but his heartbeat weakens against her palms and she feels him fading, fading, fading, and —

Max wakes with a gasp.

The room is pitch-dark. She blinks and slowly shapes come into focus: a stereo against the wall, a stack of paperbacks and comic books piled up in the corner. From the far side of the room, Billy snores. Max turns, finds him lying on his back on a twin-sized bed that's far too small for him, his blankets tangled around his legs and his chest rising and falling in sleep.

Max collapses against her pillows. She turns to her side so that she can see Billy and forces her breathing to match his, slow and steady and rhythmic. She clutches her blanket and remembers the feel of his shirt in her hands, the feel of his heartbeat stuttering beneath her fingers. She remembers the red lights painting the high walls around them, the urgency of the paramedics as they pulled her away from Billy, swarmed around him like buzzing bees. She flicks her eyes to the nightstand, to the red LED numbers on Billy's alarm clock.

It is 3:45am on March 21, 1986.

Billy's birthday is soon. He will turn 19. He will graduate come summer. His is not among the names listed in the Hawkins' Post memorial articles; it does not ripple across the evening news scroll each time Starcourt is mentioned. He is here, he is alive, he is okay.

***

The next thing Max knows, a hand is squeezing her shoulder.

She blinks. Sunlight filters through the grimy bedroom windows. Max squints and sees Billy standing over her, his body slanted awkwardly as he leans heavily against the silver crutch that the physical therapist still won't let him ditch.

"C'mon, shitbird," he says. His voice is gravelly and low, but not harsh. "Harrington's here."

"Shit," Max murmurs. She tosses her covers aside, darts into the bathroom, rushes to get ready. By the time she emerges, Billy is already outside. Steve's car is idling in drive; he always pulls up as close as he can to the trailer, though he would never dare bruise Billy's ego by admitting that it's because of him, to shorten the distance that Billy has to walk.

Billy is much stronger now than he was. He's stubborn, too, always pushing himself beyond what the doctors and the therapists and the specialists advise, and Steve is protective. He does everything in his power to make things comfortable for Billy. Hell, if Steve had it his way, Billy would never so much as lift a finger.

Robin is already tucked in the backseat of the beamer, fixing her makeup in the tiny mirror of a blush compact. "Good morning," she sing-songs as Max opens the passenger door and Billy collapses into the seat. Max takes the crutch from him, tucks it into the trunk of the car where it will stay until after school, when Steve drops them off back home. This is how Billy wants it, and no amount of protesting will change his mind.

Steve's greetings are always quiet. He lights a hand on the back of Billy's neck, his thumb gently massaging Billy's shoulder. Billy melts into his touch, exhaling a long sigh.

"Morning," Max greets as she folds into the backseat.

Robin raises a brow and asks, "You okay?"

Billy's gaze meets Max's in the rearview mirror, begging the same question. Max swallows past the lump in her throat and says, "I'm fine." Before anyone can say anything else, she pulls her headphones over her ears and pushes play on her Walkman. She leans her head against the cool glass of the window and watches Hawkins ripple by. Beside her, Robin begins worrying over Vicki. Across the console, Steve holds Billy's hand. Max stares at their intertwined fingers, focuses on the realness of the two of them together, of Billy solid and real and smiling as Steve makes some quip about Robin's band mate crush and Robin punches the back of Steve's seat.

Max closes her eyes, lets the laughter and the teasing in the car merge with the soulful tones of Kate Bush oozing through her speakers, wills any image of Billy hurt — of Billy on the ground — of Billy dying — out of her head.

***

Chrissy Cunningham is dead.

Max knew, of course. She knew before the news ever released her name. She'd watched Chrissy climb into Eddie's trailer, had whispered to Billy, "Did you see that?"

"See what?" Billy had asked. He'd been perched on his bed, a battered library copy of The Catcher in the Rye open in his lap, a pencil tucked behind his ear and a dying cigarette dangling from his lips. His stereo was just loud enough to drown out the argument in the kitchen, Neil and Susan bickering over extra shifts and overdue hospital bills.

Max sighed and said, "Nevermind."

Billy glanced up, brows creased, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Max lied. She felt Billy's eyes on her, boring into the back of her head, and she fixed her headphones over her ears and cranked the volume on her Walkman to push him out. She stretched out on her bed and closed her eyes until she felt Billy's gaze lift off of her, and then she turned and watched him paging through his book until she fell asleep.

She'd had another nightmare that night. She was walking the sterile halls of the Hawkins Memorial Hospital, and the lights flickered overhead. Every single room that she passed looked the same and her heart lodged in her throat as she pushed each door and found empty bed after empty bed after bed. A slow, long, steady beeping noise drowned out all of her senses. A team of nurses rushed by her with a crash cart and she ran after them, followed them all the way to the end of the hall and there he was: Billy, looking small and frail and sickly, all bones and bruises, the machines around him flatlining with a deafening squeal. Someone shouted, "Clear!", paddles were thrust against Billy's chest and —

Max woke in a cold sweat. Her hand flew to her chest as if it might catch her runaway heart. Her gaze shot across the room and there Billy was, his back to her, asleep and blissfully unaware of the horror of her dreams.

In the brief period between Billy's discharge from the hospital and the family's move into the trailer, Max had spent many a night asleep on Billy's bedroom floor. She'd have a bad dream, see him dead in her arms or in a hospital bed, see his gravestone rising up out of the ground before her, and she'd need to see him, alive and breathing, to calm herself down. She'd drag a pillow and a blanket into Billy's room and curl up beside his bed, comforted by the sound of his creaking mattress, his gentle snoring, his soft breath. When they'd moved into a tiny trailer with two tiny bedrooms, she'd secretly been glad for the close quarters, the shared room. Billy was never far from her. She could always check on him, assure herself that he was okay.

She'd never stopped to think about herself.

Not until the killings started. Not until she sat in a dark school laboratory, stolen counseling files spread open in front of her, the same symptoms repeating themselves over and over again. Headaches. Nightmares. Visions.

"I'm next," she says without thinking.

Six pairs of eyes land on hers, Billy's burning the hottest.

"What?" he asks at the same time Steve says, "Max."

She turns toward them. Lucas and Dustin watch her warily from a worktable, both of them slack-jawed. Robin stills. Nancy frowns. Billy takes a step forward and Max instinctively moves back. She clutches the files, their damning words seared into her brain.

"I have all the symptoms," she says. "The same as Chrissy. The same as Fred." She looks at the floor, scuffing the toe of her Vans against the linoleum. Billy closes the gap between them, Steve hovering behind him. Billy grasps Max arm and tears spring to Max's eyes. She looks up at him, trembling, and is unprepared when he pulls her against him, locking his arms around her. She is frozen for a moment, and then she relaxes. She closes her arms around Billy's middle and lets him hold her steady, squeezing her eyes shut and swallowing her tears and bracing herself against her brother.

"Whatever this thing is," Billy says fiercely, "it's not getting you."

Max squeezes him, his scars be damned. She clings to Billy and Billy lets her. She clings to him and she prays his his words are true. It's not getting you. It's not getting you. It's not getting you.

***

The Wheeler's basement is a bleak place to spend a last night. Max watches as her friends fall out: Dustin first, trying hard to stay awake but succumbing around midnight. Lucas is quick to follow. Billy and Steve sit together on the couch, Billy leaning into Steve, Steve's arms around Billy.

"How are you?" Steve whispers.

"How do you think?" Billy says. He watches Max, perched at the desk, pen moving faster than he ever thought possible. He's watched her write and fold a dozen letters, label each envelope carefully. Billy sighs, shifts in seat. "This fuck isn't getting her," he says definitively. "I won't let it."

"Billy—" Steve starts, but Billy holds up his hand.

"No," he says sternly. "She's my sister."

"Yeah," Steve says, pressing his lips against Billy's shoulder and lingering a moment longer than normal. He nods, squeezes Billy a little tighter, and says, "Yeah. She is."

They hold out the longest. After Nancy retires to her bedroom and Robin passes out in an overstuffed armchair, Steve and Billy stay awake. Steve falls asleep somewhere around five o'clock in the morning, slumped against the couch cushions with his arms still secure around Billy's middle. Billy is the last man standing, and Max can feel his gaze on her, lingering until the sun rises.

When she finally rises, Billy is the first person she hands a letter to, neatly tucked into an envelope with his name printed on the front. "What's this?" he asks.

"It's..." Max starts, and then she falters. She shakes her head and says, "Just in case," she says. "If things don't work out."

Billy crushes the letter in his fist.

Max gasps, "Billy!"

Billy shakes his head and says, "I'm not gonna need that."

"Billy, please," Max begs. "We have to be realistic—"

"I am," Billy insists. By this point, Steve has woken up. He watches the exchange warily. Max looks at him and then back to Billy. Her brother's eyes are hard. She knows this mood, knows that there is no talking him down, no reasoning with him. He's made up his mind. Max wishes she could be as sure as he is. She sighs and silently hands a letter to Steve.

***

Max is able to convince the group to bring her home. She insists that it is important, and though Billy knows what she is up to — knows that she wants to leave letters for her mom, and her dad, and her aunts and her uncles and her grandparents and even Neil — he says nothing as Steve rounds the bend and pulls up alongside the trailer that has become home.

Billy moves to exit the car, but Max's hand on his shoulder stops him. He stills, looks over his shoulder at his sister.

"Give me this, okay?" she asks. "I won't be long."

Billy relents, and he watches Max disappear inside the trailer. Steve's hand grasps Billy's and Billy squeezes. They wait for a long while, the whole car silent. In the backseat, Lucas and Dustin barely breathe. Billy bounces his a leg, a nervous habit he's never quite shaken, and Steve squeezes his hand harder.

"She'll be okay," Steve says.

"No," Billy says, his free hand reaching for the door handle. "Something's wrong."

***

Billy finds Max in the backyard.

She is standing still as stone between the clotheslines, freshly cleaned flannel shirts and bedsheets rippling around her. The others follow behind Billy, Steve and then Lucas and then Dustin, everyone hesitating as Billy holds out a hand. He doesn't want to crowd her, to scare her. But as he draws closer he sees the glassiness of her eyes, the rigid stillness of her muscles.

"Max?" Billy tries. She does not respond. Louder, Billy barks, "Max!"

"Dustin," Steve says, snapping and pointing toward the car. "Call Nance. Now."

Dustin scrambles toward the car and Lucas runs in the opposite direction, toward Billy and Max. Billy has his hands on Max's arms and he shakes her but she still doesn't react, doesn't respond.

"Max!" Billy cries, squeezing her arms so tight he can feel his nails cutting half-moon groove in her skin. "Come on, Max! Come back. Maxine!"

Lucas places on a hand on Max's back and tries, too. "Max? Max?"

Nothing. Billy looks at Lucas and shakes his head. Max is staring straight ahead, looking right through them. There is no reaching her. Lucas's hands fly up to his head. He repeats her name over and over again to no avail, and Billy looks desperately at Steve, who only shakes his head. He doesn't have any answers. He doesn't know what to do.

"What's her favorite song?" Dustin cries suddenly. He races around the trailer, his arms loaded with Max's cassettes. Steve runs with him, and Billy and Lucas's heads snap up.

"What?" Lucas asks, dumbfounded.

Dustin collapses near them, the tapes scattered across the lawn. "What's her favorite song?" he breathes, falling to his knees and rifling through the cassettes. Lucas drops, too, and helps to sort through the tapes: Madonna and Joan Jett, David Bowie and Bjork.

"I don't understand," says Steve.

"I'll explain later!" Dustin says. "What's her favorite song?"

Lucas is holding two tapes, weighing the odds, and Billy reaches over his shoulder and swipes Kate Bush out of his hands. Lucas looks up at him, watches as Billy loads the tape into Max's Walkman.

"Are you sure?" Lucas asks.

Billy scoffs. He's shared a room with his sister for months. He knows her music like the back of his hand, as heard the notes warbling through Max's headphones, has heard them pulse behind their bedroom door on the rare occasion that Max gains control of the stereo before he can. He knows. He's sure. He's right.

He has to be.

"Holy shit!" Billy exclaims. Max lifts into the air, her arms open at her sides, and Billy watches in horror as she rises above him. "Max!" he calls, and all around him the others join in, a chorus of her name repeated again, and again, and again. "Max! Max! Max!"

***

Max can hear them. There is a window and she can see them: her friends, her family, crowded around her, crying out to her. Vecna leans in and Max snarls.

He can't have her. She won't stay here. She won't die.

She thinks of Lucas, nervous and fidgety at the Snow Ball. She thinks of Dustin cheerfully inviting her to go trick-or-treating. She thinks of Mike. She thinks of Will, always sweet and kind. She thinks of El, of laughing with her, of the photoshoot they did. She thinks of Steve, adamantly refusing to allow her to drive his car.

She thinks of Billy, asleep in the hospital, his hand limp in hers. She'd held it anyway, clung to him then, whispered, "Please don't go. I think I need you."

His hand had closed around hers, his grip weak but undeniable. His eyes had been closed but still he whispered, "I'm still here."

She sees him now, face upturned, screaming her name. She runs to him. She runs to all of them, Vecna in her wake, Kate Bush singing all around her. She runs and she runs and she runs.

***

Max falls.

She gasps. It feels like a hundred hands are grabbing for her, but strongest are Billy's, and she scrabbles toward them, lets him gather her up. She throws her arms around his neck and presses her face into his shoulder. Lucas's hands fall on her back and she uncoils. She sobs against Billy and she whispers, over and over and over again, those same words he'd said so many months ago.

"I'm still here. I'm still here. I'm still here."

#wndasmaximoffs #answered #max mayfield #billy Hargrove #harringrove #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction #THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME OH NO #but I loved writing it so pls #req this verse again omgomgomg #lex writes fics

[jammingjaem]

guys I’m lexa #1 fan did u know

i LITERALLLYYYY LOVE YEWWWWW

#lex’s moots 🩵 #shortcake ky 🍓 #she’s my ride or die fr 😍😍 #IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN #gonna req yew to make jaemin wallpaper

[nostalgicbones]

omg this is so fun!! how about a vampirey-mood playlist? (maybe with some Eddie inspo if you're feeling that combo but if not, totally fine!)

theme: vampy eddie<3

holy diver — dio

look what you made me do — taylor swift

slip the noose — the maine

insomniatic — aly and aj

howl — florence + the machine

send me a playlist theme/mood/name and i’ll make you a mini playlist exclusively with the songs from my wrapped ✨

#i am ALWAYS a up to represent our boy. eddie is ridiculously fun to make playlists for #ty for the req lex<3 #thefreakandthehair #playlist #lexanswers #music #wrapped

[sexsellz]

I wanna write for Wilbur but I cannot come up w any concepts UGGHHHH

request pls my inbox is so empty 😗

#wilbur soot #lex is talkin #reqs open

[wetcatschwartzy]

req: hannah putting a spider outside while ethan and lex are TOTALLY not scared guys theyre just on the coffee table clinging to each other for fun. totally

standing on the table clinging to eachother is their favourite hobby !!!

#hannah foster #lex foster #ethan green #hatchetfield #starkid #yellow jacket #black friday #fanart

[keepthebeanscool]

Doodle req: Lex Foster (maybe even transmasc Lex) or Lex and Hannah

lex <33

#lex foster #i love her #hatchetfield #jaspers art

[imliterallyellie]

hi :) !

🌿 just your fav local golden retriever masc lesbian, she/her, 20yo, full time student by day, tlou enjoyer by night, when i'm not studying, i'm probably gaming, playing football or- yeah, that's probably it

🌿 you can call me torlex or lex, it has been my online (gaming) name since i was young and i really like it

🌿 i'm a very easygoing and open person, i'll talk to you about anything, i don't bite (not in these situations), i promise- talk to me

🌿 masterlist (my reqs are always open!)

🌿 minors/men dni! my writing/textposts/reposts can include nsfw stuff so please stay away x

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

I SOMEHOW DIDNT PROCESS YOU HAD SAPPHIC SKETCH REQS OPEN???? LIKE I SAW A POST AND WAS LIKE “oooooo pretty drawing” BUT DIDNT SEE IT WAS FROM A REQUEST SOMEHOW ??? 😭 /lh lh /nm /nm

anyway i think we all know what im gonna say, could you please draw something Autumn/Linda please :]

THANK YOUUU :D

LMAO hi lex :D!!! i kept trying to do a neater layer for this sketch but. i just cant capture the pure happiness on linda's face right. i peaked here. so i bestow this sketch upon you as is. i love the idea of sprout and autumn being at war while linda just loves having a cat LOL

#twin brother connor commentary for this piece: There is a cat. #so real connor. so real #dndads #autumn oak/linda stampler #autumn oak #linda stampler

[xob1tchs]

m.list! abt this blog! req rules!

“ hi, im lex! im 18, and i like to write for fun sometimes <3 this isn’t something im hoping to pursue, so please take my stories with a grain of salt…and please be nice – no1 likes a negative nancy!! ”

post sched! latest work! readers pick!

“ im a procrastinator, so my post sched is completely lost — i might spam post works and then not post again for months, that’s just how it goes; you all have my deepest apologies 😅 ”

#navigation #fanfic blog #lex 💫 #view on dark mode

[jammingjaem]

do you answer all anons

if you have a good vibe- i’m very selective with answering asks because i’m not here to tolerate and downplay people and refuse to feed on negative energy ^^ if i see an ask i don’t like, i delete and move on

#lex’s anons 🩵 #locked in with my answer #will be going to sleep after looking at reqs and moot games ^^

[pariskim]

realized i never was going 2 finish this if i waited on coloring it, but got around to doodlin these trans hc reqs :-))

[id: a digital sketchpage with five drawings. top left is a bust up doodle of scary marlowe wearing the trans and lesbian flag pins. top right is veronica marlowe and terry jr stampler at a coffee table together, ronnie wearing tjs sweater and her wearing veronicas dress. next to their heads are the lesbian, transfem, and nonbinary flag hearts. bottom left is chip jrwi wearing a genderfluid flag skirt, hand on their hip, wearing a transfem pin. bottom right is nicky close-foster from the bust up, shirt off showing off his top surgery scars a trans flag next to his head. next to each of them are the tumblr requests from @lex-the-lesbiann , @transatos , @jeddiehater , @orionis13 , @cuuno ,@multiple-eyes36 and @lunarrosette /end id]

#if u asked for jay ferin i have a full piece planned for her ☝️👍 #jay doodles #<3 #jrwi #dndads #lgbt reqs

[saintelia]

♪⠀ ;⠀SERENITEALEXIC﹐ a lexic gender related to the word “ serenitea “ as it appears in genshin impact. this gender may or may not have a connection to the serenitea pot item.

⠀⠀( pronounced: suh — ren — uh — tea — lex — ick )⠀₎₎ ⠀not a req!

⠀⠀⠀⠀ COINED BY THE SAINT * DEC 26 2023 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ image descriptions coming soon! 🧡

[PT: SERENITEALEXIC END PT]

#( ♪ ) crafted with certainty #mogai #mogai coining #mogai gender #mogai community #liom #liom community #liom coining #liom gender #xeno #xenogender #xenogender community #xeno coining #xenogender coining #lgbtq #lgbtqia #serenitealexic #serenitea pot #serenitea

[jellyfilledeyes]

I'm so glad to hear that bestie!!!💖💖💖For my req,the Huntlow hair cutting scene but it's Lex helping Percy go back to the dreads because he started wearing his hair naturally and freaked out because he saw it was making him look too much like Poseidon :]

OMFG I REMEMMBER WHEN YOU MADE THIS POST IT WAS SO CUTEE AND ALSO YEAH ILL TRY MY BEST ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I DID ONE OF THESE SO FORGIVE ME IF IT ISN'T MY BEST WORK

[sweethibiscus]

Welcome 2 My Blog !!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ abt me !! - my name is lex, i write mostly for tlou, im 20, feel free to send reqs!

spam/backup - @dinaswifeyy

requests r open !

rules before requesting

v

i dont write things containing

- r4pe

- piss/scat kinks

- incest

- basically anything along the lines of what i just listed above

masterlist

ellie williams

- you wearing ellies clothes

- loser!neighbor!ellie hcs !

(older stuff aka horrible writing)

v

- old flames (series) pt.1 pt.2 discontinued

- ride home

abby anderson

nothing yet !

Dina Nolastname

Dina Hc’s !

#☆ lex ☆ #ellie williams #abby anderson #dina nolastname #tlou2

[wonwooridul]

“bias of heart, mind and thotty thoughts” — lex 2021

⤷ for @chilligyu ♡

i love how your req was so specific gcjfjdj

#seventeen #svtsource #kpopccc #svtgifs #ultkpop #hourlywonwoo #hourlymingyu #dailywoozi #uji #mingyu #wonwoo #wonu #woozi gifs #wonwoo gifs #mingyu gifs #reqs #mailbox ♡ #hi lex !

[iwaizooming]

hi!! can i request some headcanons of how tsukishima, atsumu and kageyama would be like after losing an important game? and how the reader would console/comfort them? thank you :)

➵ HOW YOU COMFORT THEM WHEN THEY LOSE A GAME

✎ a/n: my first anon! thank you for requesting, i really enjoyed writing this! <3 i hope this doesn’t disappoint!!

✧ pairings: tsukishima/atsumu/kageyama x gn!reader ✧ type: headcanons ✧ genre: my first fluff w/out angst lol ✧ wc: 1128

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tsukishima kei

kei will come home and immediately start complaining about how his teammates are extra annoying today and how he has a migraine because koganegawa wouldn’t stop talking his ear off

you’d immediately notice that something was up because he’s not usually this chatty

not even when his teammates are being annoying

but you just nod along and hum whenever it’s appropriate while he rants

you were in the kitchen preparing some curry for your dinner

he just sits on one of the chairs by the kitchen counter while you chop up some potatoes

you’re still nodding along while you rinsed your hands and used the kitchen towel to dry them off

then, you turned around to face him and gave him a half-smile while opening your arms towards him

he stopped mid-sentence and glared at you for a second before sighing and giving in

his body immediately relaxes in your arms and you can practically see the stress and tension leaving him

the two of you stay there for a couple of minutes, saying nothing, just enjoying each other’s presence

you ran your hands through his blond tufts and starts massaging the back of his head

he melts further into the embrace and gives a hum of content, as if indicating that he doesn’t want you to stop

you were the first to let go, much to his annoyance

“i’m gonna finish up cooking dinner, just take a few minutes to relax. we can talk about it over curry if you want, okay?”

he doesn’t need to tell you what’s on his mind explicitly, he doesn’t need to, you already know what he’s actually thinking about anyway

you gave him a small kiss on the forehead and turned around to continue chopping the vegetables

you understand that his way of expressing his frustration is through overcompensating with insults towards his teammates

but deep down you know that he always blames himself partly, even if he did his best during the match

he was mostly silent during dinner, preferring that you do most of the talking instead

he loves how you know him better than he knows himself

and how you don’t force him to open up or talk about how his day was

instead, you’d take the wheel and talk about yours instead, because you know it’ll lighten up his mood and distract him from his thoughts

before bed, you’d kiss him on the forehead one more time and whisper reassurances to him

you’d tell him that you love him and that what happened today is not a reflection of his skills as a whole, and that this is just another hurdle that you know he’ll overcome very quickly

and that’s all he needs, really. you by his side, being his #1 supporter

miya atsumu

he doesn’t knock when he enters the apartment and doesn’t greet you either

usually, he always says “babe, i’m home!” and attack you with kisses

but today he doesn’t, so you immediately know something’s wrong

he just mumbled out a quiet “i’m going to bed, i’m tired” and headed straight to your shared bedroom

instead of coming into the room right away, you make him a nice cup of his favourite hot chocolate

you knocked on the door and invited yourself in without waiting for a response

when you came in, you saw atsumu curled up on the bed, still in his post-match clothes (he showered before coming home, obviously), not even under the covers

you smiled to yourself before setting the cup on the nightstand by the bed

“come on, move your butt a little bit” you told him as you struggle to pull the comforter out from under his body

he let out a groan of protest but complied anyway

once the covers are free from his weight, you gently placed it over him before shimmying in the bed with him

you smiled to yourself as he pulled you close by the waist, burying his face in your neck

the both of you just laid there on your sides wordlessly for a few moments, him being the big spoon and you being the little spoon

“do you wanna eat some dinner?” you whispered

you feel him inhale your scent and tighten his hold on your stomach, not wanting to let go

atsumu shook his head against your neck

you let out a small chuckle, “hot chocolate, then?”

he didn’t respond for a couple of seconds but mumbled a quiet “yes, please” without releasing you from his tight embrace

“it’s there for you by your side. you can have it when you’re ready, okay?”

he knows you’re talking about his favourite drink on the bedside table, but he has a feeling you’re talking about yourself too

kageyama tobio

tobio isn’t a very expressive person normally, so it doesn’t seem weird when he comes in without saying a word

you shot him a smile and a greeting, and he responds with a normal “hey babe”

when you asked him about the game, he told you “we lost, but it doesn’t matter that much”

you’re not dumb, you know that it matters a lot to him

you know that he’s been practicing his serves extra hard the past few weeks

but when it comes to tobio, you can’t really force him to say anything if he doesn’t want to

so you decided to ask him to help you make some pasta for dinner

he sets his gym bag down and starts washing his hands without any complaints

you asked him to grab some fettuccine from the pantry, but he comes out with spaghetti instead

you tipped your head to the side with a confused look on your face, and it took him a couple of blinks to realise his mistake and grab the correct pasta type

while you stir the pasta around in the pot, you told him to grab the pasta sauce in the fridge

he hands you a bottle of ketchup with a blank face, eyes unfocused

you sighed quietly, taking the red bottle from his hand and setting it down on the counter

you grabbed his hands and pulled them close to you, peppering kisses all over his long and well-kept fingers

with this, he broke out of his trance and gazed down on your figure, eyebrows furrowed

you gave him a cheeky smile but said nothing, instead grabbing his face with both of your hands and gently pulled it closer to you

you placed a tender kiss on the skin between his eyebrows and used your thumb to smooth down the creases

“don’t think too hard babe, you’re going to get wrinkles,” you joked

he only rolled his eyes in response, but you can see the smile he’s trying hard to bite back

he’s so lucky that he has someone who understands what he needs without needing to say anything out loud

✎ a/n: i never write for tsukki bc i’m not super familiar w his character but this was so fun to do :O 

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