#tendo angst

[cottonlemonade]

Just Use Me

word count: 649 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: Tendou x chubby!Reader x Ushijima (by proxy)

genre: hurt, angst, unrequited love, heartbreak

warnings: I mean it, this is sad

synopsis: Tendou falls for his best friend’s girlfriend

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When you start dating Ushijima, Tendou is happy for his best friend until Toshi introduces you and, unfortunately, you turn out to be his absolute dream girl from your sweetness and perfectly cuddly figure to your weird humor, taste in music, hobbies - everything seems to match him more than Wakatoshi and a small part of him really begins to hate his best friend for meeting you first.

Especially, because he comes to Tendou for dating advice and it feels horrible to coach his friend how to be romantic with you, to give him suggestions for dates, pointers for compliments and remind him to show you physical affection, too. He hates to see how the perfect gift Tendou had helped Toshi pick out makes your face light up and you wrap your arms around your boyfriend, barely reaching up to his neck. Having to stand on your very tippy-toes you give him an excited Thank You kiss.

To his credit, Toshi immediately informs you that Tendou helped him and the red-head’s heart stops as you turn and your blindingly gorgeous smile is then directed at him.

When you hug him he freezes for a moment before returning the embrace, holding you so closely that it’s almost natural to take a deep breath of your scent. He wants to scream in frustration when you laugh and let go way too quickly. Your warmth still clings to him.

After weeks and weeks of this torture you come to him one day for help because you feel like Toshi might not be the right fit for you as he seems rather confused by the fact that you like to show affection by hand holding, hugging and “… and kissing” you add quietly, cheeks blushed.

That small part of Tendou begins to roar and claw at his throat, trying to make him tell you to dump him then because you deserve better. But he also knows that his best friend is kind and loyal and while he is awkward at showing it, he likes you very much.

And so Tendou encourages you to talk to your boyfriend about your concerns. He feels his lungs burning from suppressing the words he really wants to say instead.

For another few excruciating weeks after this, things seem better for you. He sees you around town, holding Toshi’s hand, glowing with happiness.

But after two more months he spots you sitting on a park bench by yourself. It’s late and he knows you had plans with Toshi that evening.

He comes up to you and asks what happened.

Every fiber of his being tenses when you tell him that Toshi broke up with you. His reason being that it was too much for him to satisfy your need for closeness.

Although, Tendou knew that his friend meant that he wanted to but didn’t feel like he could, he curses him because he could have worded it better.

You begin to cry - again, judging by the puffiness of your eyes.

And now Tendou begs for the words to stay inside. But all the soundless pleas are in vain.

“You can just use me to forget him.”

“What? Tendou, I’m - I - I could never do that to you.”

“Sure you can. I don’t mind. - Really.”, he adds, brightly.

When you don’t say anything but just more tears spill from the eyes he adores so much he lets out a shockingly convincing laugh, “Just kidding, y/n. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I’ll talk to Ushiwaka.”

And your face lights up a bit.

“Really? Thank you! So much. You’re amazing.”

“I know.”, he says casually, but feeling like he might break into a million pieces if he stays a second longer, “I’ll call you later, alright?”

And he leaves, not stopping the tears running down his cheeks as soon as his back is turned to you.

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a/n: why is my brain making me so sad at work? I love Tendou🥺

#I’m supposed to be working rn 🥲 #tendou x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #tendou x reader #hq tendou #haikyuu tendou #tendou satori #haikyuu angst #tendou angst #tendo x chubby reader #tendo satori #tendo angst #tendo x reader #haikyuu tendo #hq tendo

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Parade- Terushima

Pt. 2 to unfriendly friend

Warning ⚠️: cursing, mentions of female and male body parts, smoking, edibles, drinking

Minors be advised! MDNI

So I don’t know where you guys are from but I’m from Baton Rouge, Louisiana and every year in February we have the Spanish town, and it is a gay parade and it’s loads of fun! So this one is definitely not for minors.

I’ve had request asking for a part two of Unfriendly friend by Terushima so this is part two!! I figured what’s the best way for her to tell him she’s the reason he never had a lasting relationship than being drunk. Drunk words are sober thoughts after all.

Enjoy!

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Spanish town, you convinced Terushima to go with you, despite his protest of seeing a man’s area. “Love, I’ve been so many times and all I’ve seen is titties.”

“Shouldn’t that be a reason for me not to go?” He smirked making you roll your eyes.

“Not my fault if you stare…” You mumbled packing a pink shirt and some pink shorts.

“Hey.” He grabbed your waist making you look at him. “If they aren’t you, I don’t want ‘em. I’ve told you this before, you’ve changed me so much. I love you, okay?”

“Yeah, I know. So uh, G/n is coming?”

“Yeah, my friend is trying to hook up with her.” He said leaning down to kiss your head. “Will I see any guy parts?”

“No, I mean, they might throw you a dick necklace. I caught a titty once. It’s like a little stressball or um… slim? I can’t really describe it but I gave it to Atsumu, that horny bastard.” Terushima laughed as you turned around packing him some pink clothes too. “Are you drinking with us?”

“Yeah, I’m not designated driver so hell yeah. I like when you drink, you get all giggly and blushy.”

“Shut up.” You threw a shirt at him before zipping up your bag. “You sure you don’t mind hanging out with the twins and some of their friends?”

“Your friends are bound to be my friends at some point. Plus I’m friends with some of them.” You stepped on your tippy toes kissing him softly.

“Thank you for agreeing to come with.”

“Like hell I’d leave you around tons of straight guys drunk.” Even though Spanish Town Parade is for gays, lots and lots of straights go, get drunk, high, walk around showing a lot of skin, but it’s fun.

“I love you, come on we’re suppose to be meeting Atsumu at the hotel, we have to get there at 7 am, or else we won’t have a place to sit.” He saluted you before following you out the house, quickly opening your car door. “Thank you.” He closed it behind you before getting into the driver side.

“Of course, gotta make sure my passenger princess is enjoying her royalty.” You laughed before turning on the radio.

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When you pulled up to the hotel Atsumu and G/n were waiting. Of course she was waiting for Terushima, he got out quickly running to your side to open your door, Atsumu smirked before walking over to you picking you up. “God girl, you need to come visit more often.”

“Tsumu, put her down.” You looked behind him and saw Suna, Atsumu pouted and put you down softly on your feet.

“Hi Tsumu, Suna!”

“Move you fake blonde I wanna see Y/n too.” Osamu moved his twin out the way giving you a bone crushing hug.

“Ahh, Samu, hiii.” You hugged back before looking back at his boyfriend. “Rin!” Once Osamu pulled back you pulled him into a hug.

“Hey, Y/n how was the trip?”

“Good, I convinces Teru to come!” You said pointing to your boyfriend who now talked to Atsumu.

“Nice, it didn’t take much for Osamu to convince me. He said he and Atsumu might get into after they drink which means.”

“Photos. Lots and lots of photos. They do it every year, then the cops come break it up and 5 minutes they are back at it again.”

“Damn really? Osamu you should bring me every year.” Osamu looked at his lover confused before going back to his conversation with G/n. “I’m surprised you okayed for her to come after the beach thing, did you tell him yet?”

“No, but I’m sure I’ll slip it up tonight.”

“Right, hey come on we should all head in and get some sleep before tomorrow. You and Terushima are across from me and Osamu, Atsumu brought a date. They’re beside us, and then G/n and one of her friends are across from them.”

“Beside us, got it. Babe!” Terushima walked over to you wrapping an arm around you as you told him the room situation.

“Well, I feel bad for both twins and the girls next to us, because we haven’t had a night alone in a while.” You blushed as he smirked kissing your head. “Plus no telling what those two would get into.” You three look at the twins as they but heads. “Leave them alone for 1 minute and they are already fighting.” He looked at Suna questioning why he has a phone out until he started taking photos. “He’s always been like that?”

“Right, this is your first time meeting Suna, yeah, he is. Their school motto is ‘we don’t need memories’ or something like that, I always found it funny because Suna always takes photos of the twins fighting, he’ll send me some at the end of the day, the angles are amazing, I can’t imagine him taking some of Osamu just the two of them.”

“Maybe I should take photos of you in the best angles, I can think of a few.”

“What has gotten into you today?” He shrugged his shoulders before leaning into your touch as you rest your hand on his face.

“Just missed ya is all. We haven’t had a chance to really be together you know?” You smiled lightly before kissing his nose making him hum, you rubbed your thumb on his cheek before speaking.

“I know, teru, i know. But we have all weekend.” He smirked at that but before he could say anything a female voice spoke.

“hey, guys.” You both turned to G/n as she walked over with a girl.

“Hey.”

“This is F/n, we’re gonna be tagging along with you guys.”

“Yea, I heard, so um, I apologize for Teru if he wakes you up in the middle of the night.” You smiled shyly at the two.

“Oh, no, if we not I, because you have a beautiful-“

“Laugh, I have a beautiful laugh, thanks baby.” Your face warmed up as you sent him a playful glare, “we should be heading up, we’ll see you guys at 7.” You dragged your boyfriend with you leaving the two girls to follow you confused.

“So that’s the girl you’re competing with?”

“It’s always someone.”

“Good luck.”

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“Teru, there are people around us.” You mumbled as he kissed your neck.

“Baby, it is just you and I in this room. To be damned with those people.” He said as he gently bit your neck.

“Loveee.” You moaned softly as he began to travel his kisses down, you grabbed his face pulling him back up to eye level.

“So beautiful, god, I’m so lucky.” You smiled moving some of his hair off his forehead.

“You’re sweating already?”

“When you’re around someone this hot, you’re bound to sweat.” You laughed pushing him off you. “Where you going?”

“To take a shower.” You took your shirt off looking back at him, “Are you coming?” He jumped up taking his shirt off as well following you into the bathroom.

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“God, I hate you two.” You looked up from the sofa in the lobby looking at Atsumu as he rubbed his eyes. He wore a lazy pink shirt with some jeans and pink and black shoes.

“Were we loud?” You asked handing him a cup of coffee.

“Sounded like a hyena getting attacked by a lion.” Suna said rubbing his head, sitting down next to Atsumu, you blushed deeply as Terushima smirked handing Suna coffee as well. Suna looked extra comfy, a somewhat baggy pink hoodie with black joggers and pink and grey shoes.

“I brought noice canceling headphones.” You all looked at Osamu who looked exhausted, “I still heard you guys.” Osamu wore the opposite of suna.

“Seriously, what the hell were you too doing?” G/n’s friend asked grabbing a cup of coffee and handed G/n one. They both were wearing a pink skirt with a topples pink shirt.

“Gimme.” Osamu pouted looking at Suna’s cup.

“There are cups in front of you.”

“I want yours.” Suna sighed handing his lover his coffee before grabbing the other one.

“You guys ready?”

“As we’ll ever be.” You all got up and headed towards the garage, Terushima’s friends were waiting for them.

“Hey man. so me Sakusa and Iwaizumi are gonna be designated drivers.” Akaashi told him.

“Cool, um, me and my girl will be with you, um, Atsumu and his girl can have Sakusa, Osamu and Suna can ride with Iwaizumi, and I think Ushijima is also a driver so G/n and her friend can ride with him. That leaves, Bokuto who is with us and Oikawa with Iwaizumi, Daichi and Sugawara with Sakusa, Tendo with Ushijima, is that everyone?”

“Yep, sounds about it.” You say wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Bokuto is getting dressed and should be here soon, Tendo and Oikawa are already in the cars, so you know which ones to get in, Sakusa said Atsumu is up front because he can tolerate him the most.” Akaashi told the rest. “And he doesn’t want anyone um fooling around in his back seat he’s putting Atsumu’s girl between Daichi and Sugawara.” You laughed before getting into the car, waiting for Terushima, “I also don’t want anyone fooling around in my car.”

“Don’t worry they got it out of them last night.” Osamu sighed getting into Iwaizumi’s car.

“Jeez, kids.” He closed their door before looking at Bokuto. “You look cute.” You peaked out the window seeing Bokuto in a pink skin tight tank top and some loose joggers. With cute pink nerd glasses.

“The colors pink.” Akaashi sighed looking down at his simple pink T-shirt and shorts. “You look cute too.” Bokuto kissed his forehead before getting into the car, Akaashi blushed also getting in and beginning to drive. Once they found a parking space they took the ice chest out the back and Sakusa grabbed the wagon for the chairs, and Iwaizumi had said chairs.

“You guys been here before?” Terushima asked his friends as they help his girlfriend gather everything.

“Yeah.” Iwaizumi sighed looking at Oikawa as he had a fuzzy pink coat with a skin tight tank top and pink jeans with a cute crown sitting on his head. “He goes all out every year, last year he wore a backless shirt with some shorts and some heels.”

“I looked hot, but jumping up and down for beads and stuff hurt with heels, hence the teeny shoes.” You laughed before grabbing a beer handing one to your boyfriend.

“Here, it’s way more fun fucked up.” You grabbed one of yours downing it.

“I also brought gummies.” Osamu stated passing them to the ones who won’t be driving.

“I, uh, never done this.” You looked at your boyfriend who looked at the gummy.

“It’s just weed, it’s edibles. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, you can still have fun drunk.” You stated before eating yours.

“Shit, Y/n, half. Eat half then half later not a full one.” You made a face at the taste almost in wanting to throw up.

“Damn, love you good?”

“Yeah, that was gross, how much did you put in them?”

“A lot. That’s why I said half.” You looked at Terushima as he grabbed your cheek you sheepishly smiled up at him.

“I’m fine, eat half okay?” He nodded taking a bite of half of it, making a face at the taste, he looked at everyone else seeing them split there’s with their partners before looking down at you, he quickly ate the other half. “Teru!”

“I don’t want you to be the only one eating a full one, love. I’ll be fine.” You sighed before leaning into him.

“We should go find our seats.” Sakusa grabbed the wagon of chairs after Iwaizumi put them in it, Akaashi grabbed the ice chest and Ushijima grabbed the other one. You all walked over to the elevator, your grip tightening on Terushima.

“Hey, we’re gonna take the stairs, we’ll meet you out there.” He told them as the elevator looked full, Osamu and Suna along with Daichi and Sugawara also following them down the stairs. “You okay?”

“Yeah, thanks love.” When you guys reached outside you saw the others waiting, you guys began to walk to the corner of 5th and North street getting your chairs out. You sat on Terushima’s lap looking at all the people before grabbing another beer. “Anyone need one?” You looked around hearing a few chants or nos and sures. Terushima turned around handing some out the other ice chest as you looked through the other before handing out beers.

“When does the parade hit us?”

“Around 1:30. So relax and drink up.” You told him leaning back into his touch. For the most part you guys did just that, you drank and smoked a bit, and talked a good bit. “Baby.” You looked back at your boyfriend running your fingers through his hair. “Can we take a walk?”

“Sure.” He helped you up before standing up himself waiting for his head to clear, “We’ll be right back.” You grabbed his hand walking down the less crowded street. “What’s up?” You hummed leading him to a building resting your back on the side of it grabbing his arms to bring him closer.

“Nothing, just wanted some alone time with you.” He smiled down at you before wrapping his arms around you. “I love you, you know that.”

“I love you, too. So pretty.” You laughed leaning back as he looked down at you.

“I think I’m high.”

“Baby, your cross faded.”

“Are you?”

“A little.”

“Can’t believe you never smoked. I’m such a bad influence.”

“I’ve drank before love, I just never trusted myself to smoke around people, didn’t know how’d I act.” You hummed looking over back at your friends who danced around the speakers.

“How do you feel?” You asked looking back at him.

“Like I love you, and I wanna kiss you.”

“So stoned you is the same as drunk you, sweet and clingy. I love it.” You giggled leaning up to kiss him softly only for him to push your back into the wall and tower over you. “You taste like beer and weed.”

“You taste like margaritas and weed.” You both laughed before looking at your friends. “Parade hasn’t even started and we’re already fucked up.”

“That’s the best way to be, G/n seems to be having fun.” You looked at the girl who took glances at you both. “She loves you, you know.” The sober part of you cursed at you for being careless with your words.

“What?”

“At the beach, she told me…”

“No way.” He looked back at her then at you. “We haven’t spoke in years, how can she love me?”

“She told me that um, she chased all the other girls away, and it wouldn’t be hard to do the same. I’m sorry, we should be having this conversation sober.” You rubbed your hands over your face and sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I don’t know…”

“You didn’t think she could convince me to leave you, did you?”

“No, maybe, I-I don’t know, I’m sorry.” You sighed looking down at the pavement, he also sighed before putting two fingers under your chin making you look at him, resting his hand on the wall next to your head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, I’m in love with you, sober me, fucking loves you, drunk me can’t get enough of you, and stone me, fuck, all I see is you.” You smiled up at him before pecking his lips. He grinned down at you before kissing you again. You sighed into the kiss bringing him closer to you as you snuck your hands into his hair, you heard some whistling and shouting to get a room from the distance knowing it was your friends.

“We should get back, the parade should start soon.” He nodded his head grabbing your hands leaning you forward off the wall before leading you back to your crazy friends.

“You guys should get a room or an alley.”

“Do you know how many germs are in alleys Atsumu.” Sakusa gave him a disgusted look making you laugh.

“Don’t worry, Saku, I’m too much of a lady to do it in some alley, some of us have class Atsumu.” He rolled his eyes at you before taking a chug of his beer. You sat back down as Terushima walked over to G/n, you sighed looking back at Sakusa who looked kinda worried about Atsumu since he was fucked up and his date wasn’t even paying attention to him. “Saku.” He looked at you as you leaned over. “Why not just tell him?”

“How did you?”

“I may be a wincey bit cross faded, but eyes don’t lie. You know he’s bi right?” Sakusa’s eyes widen before looking across from him to see Atsumu already looking at him, he quickly averted his eyes but both can see the blush on his face.

“What’s that about?” You looked at your boyfriend as Suna dropped to your level, terushima looked angry.

“I told him about the beach thing.”

“About time. I know that was difficult, but it was the right thing to do. Everything will be fine.” He patted your shoulder before getting up and traveling back to Osamu.

“I heard about that, Atsumu mentioned it. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good, just hard being around someone when you know they’re in love with your partner, which is more reason to tell Sakusa, his feelings for you are the same as yours for him, the girl… she’s like G/n. Nothing. She’s not even paying attention to him and he’s busy looking at you.” He gave you a playful glare before looking at the fake blonde, both of them held a stare before Sakusa looked at you. “Do it when he’s sober though. Don’t want him doing anything stupid with you or to you drunk.”

“Neither do I.”

Terushima walked over to you kissing the crown of your head before squatting down to your level. “How’d that go?”

“Eh, we aren’t friends anymore, not like we were close to begin with. It’s cool, I got all the friends I need.” You looked back seeing the guys dance around the chairs, Oikawa trying to kiss Iwaizumi who was blushing but wouldn’t kiss him, Osamu was making out with Suna lazy and slow, and Daichi was slow dancing to an up beat song with Sugawara. Sakusa was still staring at Atsumu who kept looking away after being caught. Tendō was poking Ushijimas flushed cheeks trying to get him to smile.

“Same. And I have you. Thank you for coming.” He kissed you softly before standing up grabbing your hand leading you to the front with your friends as the music from the floats got louder. “Here we go.” You guys jumped up and down, danced to the music, caught some beads, caught some other things, g/n stayed by the chairs no longer in the mood to have fun after her talk with Terushima. Her friend however was grinding on Atsumu’s date, and Atsumu was hanging onto Sakusa who held him close afraid he’d fall and crash into people if he let him go.

“I’m glad I came.” Terushima yelled slightly in your ear so you could hear him over the millions of screaming people.

“Me too.”

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Terushima’s conversation with G/n:

“Hey.” She looked at him surprised her friend excusing herself.

“Hi.”

“So I had an interesting conversation with my girlfriend.” She rolled her eyes sighing into the light pole behind her.

“About me I’m guessing.”

“You told her you ruined my other relationships? How could you?”

“They weren’t good for you, Teru. She’s not good for you.”

“And you are? I was in love with some of those girls you drove away. Maybe not as much as I am with Y/n, but still. How could you? We were friends at the time.”

“What are you talking about? We still are friends.” She stepped off the pole and looked at him confused. “I was there for you through the breakups, I helped you get back on your feet, I was the one who was by your side through it all.”

“It was all because of you!” He screamed at her, but with all the other people around she could barely hear him. “All those heartbreaks, the reason I became the way I was before Y/n, was because of you! You don’t get to try and play victim! We aren’t friends, friends don’t do that to friends, even if they are in love with them.”

“I’m sorry okay? What can I do?”

“Nothing, just stay the hell away from me and the fuck away from my relationship and why you’re at it stay away from my family. Just stay out of my life.”

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Character: Oikawa (Cheater) Genre: Angst to Fluff Warnings: Cussing, Nicknames used, bulling implied Notes:You do NOT end up with Oikawa, You end up with someone else Note 2: No gender mentioned for Y/N Key: R/N- Random Name, Y/N- Your Name Please let me know if you guys like this form or if you'd prefer the text picture form.

It had been a week since Aoba Johsai had lost the Spring Qualifiers to Karasuno. Since the loss Oikawa had been very distant. You figured he was just dealing with a lot and had been giving him his space. Today though, you decided you would go surprise him with cuddles and bring him some milk bread (since it was his favorite after all). You arrived at his house, knocking and then entering quietly incase he was asleep.

You- Hey Babe! It’s me.

You- Kawababe? It’s me. I brought milk bread.

You waited for a response and decided to go check his room after not hearing anything, thinking he might be asleep.

As you crept closer to his room you heard muffled noises and noticed the door was slightly agar. You pushed the door open slowly and the scene before you broke your heart.

You- Kawa…

Oikawa- Y/N!! What are you doing here? I... It’s not what it looks like, I swear.

In front of you was your “loving” boyfriend and R/N, the head girl of the Oikawa fangirl club in bed together (doing yknow what).

R/N- What do you mean its not what it looks like, babe? It is exactly that. He doesn’t need you anymore. We all know you could never be what he needed. That’s why he came to me after the loss. That’s why he’s been avoiding you. He’s been with me ALL week.

You- Was I not enough...?  >You asked tears streaming down your face<

Oikawa- You are more than enough I swear! Please let’s talk about this! Let me make it up to you.

You- NO!!! We only ever made one promise and you broke that. You broke my trust and that isn’t something I can just get passed. Out of everyone to cheat with… R/N… Knowing how insecure she constantly made me feel and how horrible she treated me for dating you. You really said hit them where it hurts. Well, you succeeded congrats. Incase you didn’t get the memo we’re through and fuck you… Fuck you both.

With that you left his house tears streaming down your face. So hurt and betrayed. Oikawa tried to follow you, calling your name but you ignored him running home to hide away in your room.

-Time Skip 2 Weeks-

You hadn’t been going to school. You knew you couldn’t keep skipping but you just weren’t ready to face everything yet. You did try going back to school once two days ago, but that didn’t go well. At this point the whole school knew about what happened and the fangirl club was more brutal toward you then ever. Rubbing the whole thing in your face and reminding you how Oikawa deserves better.

The team themselves had reached out several times to check on you and apologizing. They went as far as showing up at your house, but you couldn’t face them. You knew it wasn’t their fault it just hurt to bad. You loved them you just couldn’t face them, though you really did miss them.

Oikawa kept reaching out and trying to talk to you, that was part of the reason you felt you couldn’t go back to Seijoh. You didn’t want anything to do with him. Right after everything happened Oikawa called and texted like crazy until you blocked him, every text left unread, and every voicemail left unheard. He even came to your house one time but after hours of pleading to see you with no avail he went home.

You decided switching schools was the best choice. Though you were scared and moving schools especially during third year wasn’t normal and wouldn’t be easy you felt it was the right choice. You decided to use this as an opportunity to apply to the school you were too scared to apply to when you were originally looking at schools.

Now here you are, reading your acceptance letter to the Shiratorizawa Academy. Shiratorizawa is very difficult to get into and it was really hard to convince them to even let you take the entrance exam, but once they saw your scores it was an easy yes for them.

You start Shiratorizawa tomorrow, you decided it was time to reach back out to Seijoh and say your final goodbyes. You texted Iwaizumi and asked him to meet, just him. Iwaizumi was quick to say yes and was over to your house in ten. You answered the door and immediately hugged him, you secretly missed him the most. You two were quite close before everything because he was Oikawa’s best friend after all.

Iwaizumi- Y/N its good to see you again. How are you? Shittykawa is an absolute dumbass and I’m sorry for what he did. The team has shunned him since it happened. None of support him and his decision.

You- Iwa he’s your best friend, I know were friends, but you can still be friends with him. I know you were his friend first. Plus, I actually asked you hear to tell you to let the team know I’m really going to miss them, and I hope you all keep working hard. I am doing something for myself to help me heal. I’m transferring schools. So you guys don’t have to choose between us.

Iwaizumi- You’re transferring schools? Where? And we all still want to be your friends and in your life too.

You- Were all still friends, you guys can text me and we can still all hang out anytime. I just need some time to adjust to my new school.

Iwa stayed and you guys hung out for a couple hours before he went home.

-Timeskip to next day (Monday)-

Today you started your new school. The day went by quickly and was quite smooth. You even made a few friends. This new start made you happy. It was just what you needed. On your way out you heard the noise, the noise you loved so much. The noise you’ve missed for the past few weeks. You unconsciously found yourself walking toward the sound of sneakers squeaking and balls hitting the floor. Without realizing it you found yourself outside the volleyball gym, and couldn’t help but peak in. You watched awed by the team in at work in front of you.

Tendo- Hey, are you a fangirl?

Tendo came up behind you startling you. Jumping you turned to face to face with the red hair boy.

You- Oh no, sorry. I’m actually new here. I was really close to the volleyball team at my old school and unconsciously followed the sound here. Sorry.

Tendo- Well it’s great to meet you. I’m Satori Tendo third year, middle blocker.

You- Oh Yea!! You’re that really awesome guess blocker, right? Your blocks are like scary accurate. I’ve always wanted to see you up close. I’ve seen you play but to be up close is something totally different.

Tendo- Wow, thank you. Why don’t you come in and watch… um?

You- Y/n L/N, third year as well.

With that Tendo led you in and you watched practice. After practice Tendo introduced the team to you. They were pretty intimidating at first but they slowly got to know you and they were actually quite nice. You ended up hanging out with them all the time. Slowly you lost touch with the Seijoh players, not intentionally but everyone was busy and you guys hadn’t seen each other in months. Besides you were very busy, Tendo kept the whole team on there toes.

One day you finally told the team everything and explained why you switched schools. They were all there for you and it only made there hatred for Oikawa stronger. Slowly you found yourself healing and even possibly falling in love again.

You were watching the team practice, currently they were on a break.

Tendo- So, are you going to tell him?

You- What are you talking about Tendo?

Tendo- You know exactly what I’m talking about.

You- I really don’t.

Tendo- Its obvious (to me at least) that you like him. You should tell him.

You- >Flustered< Huh? What are you talking about? Confess to who?

Tendo- Wakatoshi-kun duh.

 You- >Your face is now beet red< I do NOT have a crush on Ushiwaka. Besides he wants to focus on volleyball and doesn’t have time for dating; which I TOTALLY respect.

Tendo- I mean honestly doesn’t hurt to try. You never know he might just make an exception to date you. After all he totally likes you back. Show that Oikawa dude you don’t need him anymore.

You- What are you talking about?

Tendo- Ushijima is my best friend, I know him better than anyone. I can read him like a book. He may seem stoic and emotionless, but he likes you trust me.

You- Fine, fine I’ll do it. I mean he at least deserves to know how I feel. He’s been nothing but good to me and he deserves the truth.

After practice you pulled Ushijima to the side.

Ushiwaka- Hello Y/N. Did you need something?

You- Yes actually. Listen before I say this I don’t want it to ruin our friendship. You are very important to me Ushiwaka. Promise it won’t ruin things, please.

Ushiwaka- Okay, I promise. Now what is it?

You- I know you want to focus on volleyball, and I respect and support that one hundred percent. I know how important a career in volleyball is to you, but graduation is quickly approaching and before we leave I want you to know… Ushijima I have feelings for you… I like you… in more than a friend way.

Silence filled the space between you, causing you to become super flustered and nervous.

You- I totally get it and I hope this doesn’t ruin anything. I just wanted to be honest with you. I…

Ushiwaka- Y/N, I believe I like you as well. As more than a friend. Would you consider going on a date with me?

You and Tendo at the same time- YES!!!

You- AHHHH! Tendo!!! What are you doing here?

Tendo- I couldn’t not come see my two best friends finally get together. And its all thanks to my amazing advice.

You- More like you crazy persistence. >You all laugh at that<

That weekend you and Ushijima went on your date, which went amazing. It was everything you could have dreamed of and more. He was a total gentleman. After the date Ushijima asked you to officially be his and of course you said yes.

-Time Skip 2 weeks-

You were hanging out with Tendo, Ushijima, Semi, Goshiki, and Shirabu (though he was dragged here by Semi and Goshki). The rest of the team was suppose to meet you guys in an hour or so for a date turned whole team hang out (thanks to Tendo). You guys were hanging in the park when you hear someone calling your name. You look up to see most of the Seijoh volleyball team.

Oikawa- Hey, Y/N could we um talk? Please?

The team tried to talk but you cut them off.

You- Sure.

You stepped off to the side with Oikawa while the others started talking amongst themselves.

You- What is it Oikawa?

Oikawa- It’s been a while… how are you?

You- I’m fine. How are you?

Oikawa- I’m doing okay, I guess. Really miss you though. You transferred to Shiratorizawa?

You- Yes.

Oikawa- That’s cool. I know it was you first choice for schools, but you didn’t think you’d make it. Glad to see you prove yourself wrong.

You- Thank you. Now what did you want Oikawa?

Oikawa- I wanted to apologize for everything. You were so good to me and you didn’t deserve what I did to you. >He reaches out and brushes your arm<

You quickly pull back from him.

You- Oikawa, thank you and I accept your apology but please don’t. We are through, done for good.

Oikawa- Please Y/N one chance that’s all I ask.

You- Oikawa I… I can’t I have a boyfriend.

As if on cue Ushijima walked over and wrapped his arm around you.

Ushijima- Oikawa

Oikawa- (directed at Ushijima) Ushiwaka…(directed at you) you’re dating him… aren’t you Y/N?

You- Yes, he’s everything I ever dreamed of and more. Sorry Oikawa. Hope you find happiness one day. Sorry, that’s just not me.

Oikawa- I understand… Also Ushiwaka, hurt her and I will personally kick your ass, got it? Don’t make the same mistake as me. Cherish her and hold her close.

After that you all returned to the group. You informed everyone that you and Ushijima were dating. Everyone continued catching up before parting ways. After everything you and Ushijima walked to his house together.

On the walk out of no where Ushijima blurts

Ushiwaka- I love you.

You- You what ?

You ask as you stop in your tracks. Ushijima turns grabs your hands looks you in the eyes and says it again.

Ushiwaka- I love you Y/N.

You- I… I love you too Ushi.

You guys continued home. Honestly, Oikawa really hurt you but in some ways you had to thank him. Without him you may never have found your way to the love of your life.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #oikawa x reader #aoba josai x reader #seijoh x reader #ushijima reader #shiratorizawa x reader #tendo x reader #Haikyuu #haikyu #angst #fluff #manga #anime #haikyuu x you #haikyuu #aoba johsai #seijoh #shiratorizawa #yn #you #reader insert #anime x reader #anime x y/n #anime react #anime respond #haikyuu react #haikyuu reacts #haikyuu respond #haikyuu responds

[pinkykats-place]

Haikyuu x Reader Hurt/Comfort Ⅱ

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THEY COME HOME DRUNK AND MAKE AN OFFHAND COMMENT ON YOUR APPEARANCE

3 Parts

#hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort recommendations #reader insert recommendation #haikyuu hurt/comfort #angst to comfort #angst to fluff #haikyuu x reader #tumblr recommendations #reader insert recommendations #kenma x gn!reader #husband kuroo x spouse reader #atsumu miya x female reader #Miya Osamu x female reader #forgotten anniversary #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x fem reader #tendo x reader #kuroo x reader #fight and makeup

[tomurasurinal]

Scared Yet?

Ghost AU! Tendou Satori x Fem!Reader

- Pairing: Tendou Satori x Fem! Reader

- Genre: Angst, Romance

-WC: 3,788

-Warnings: Depression Mention, Bullying Mention, Suicide Mention 

-Summary: Your grandmother passes and you inherit her old house with an unknown occupant!

Thank you for reading <3 

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The floorboard groans with every step she takes, the room is suffocating and dry. She hasn't been here in years and while the house is an eyesore to most it feels like home to her. The warm stale air feels welcoming. Making her rounds through the house she brainstorms ideas for where she wants her furniture and which room to make her own. She uses each trip to the moving truck as an excuse to admire the exterior a little more.

The house is massive. Tall and wide with so many windows, so much history in its chipping plum paint withered away with the years. The stained glass windows with hand-carved mahogany compliment them perfectly. Busy with her daydreaming she falls up a step and the box in her arm flies across the threshold. The dull pain in her leg is nothing compared to the fear she's feeling about the box. ‘Don’t be glass. Don’t be glass, oh geez.’ Turning the box over carefully so the label faces upward she sighs in relief at the word, ‘Books’ scribbled in her childish messy handwriting.

'Stupid fucking steps, stupid big house. This place is way too fucking big, who even needs five bedrooms?'

She kicks a pebble out of her way in annoyance, walks to her car to grab her last box, and lugs it upstairs to the biggest room. This room belonged to her grandma before she passed and left the house. Light is desperately trying to stream through the dirty curtains. She opens them and takes a look into the sad garden in need of some major TLC. A man with tired eyes and wild red hair looks her way, he winks and smiles at her. His smile is unnerving but almost welcoming. She rubs her eyes and the man is gone.

“Ghost? No way, I need a nap if I’m imagining strange men. But very weird. nonetheless.”, she murmurs to herself ripping the muddied white sheets off the rest of the furniture. She uncovers a huge full-length mirror. Taking the time to admire her appearance she drags a dirty little hand down her face, “I’m so exhausted. All I need to do is unpack this plushie box for tonight, I think the furniture can wait for tomorrow.” She stretches her arms up and leans back letting her back pop and crack in the most delicious ways. She mewls in delight and smiles softly to herself. She wipes the smeared mascara from under her eyes and fluffs her hair.

“What a great day to wear black!” she giggles to herself knowing damn well she cycles through the same handful of dark garments religiously. She dusts herself off smacking her tattered black shorts and her sun-bleached black shirt with some old emo band name scrawled across the chest.

She unpacks the stuffed animals from their box and arranges them in their new home in a net slung across a corner of the room. It's starting to feel like her room instead of grandmas. She changes all the crusty bed sheets and blankets and replaces them with her own. New black sheets and a soft plush comforter beckon her to indulge in a nap. She plucks a plushie off the hammock and crawls into bed, letting sleep wash over her immediately.

A tall dark figure watches her from the door. ‘Cute little thing.’ he thinks to himself, ‘I wonder if I can have some fun with her and properly introduce myself.’

He waltz’s into the room with so much excitement, hovering over her while he takes his time admiring her features. She looks so peaceful with her hair matted from sleeping so hard along with the dried drool connecting her chubby cheek to the pillow. He wants to touch her soft-looking skin so bad but he knows he wouldn’t be able to feel it properly nothing feels the same since being dead. He uses her vulnerable state as a gateway to her dreams. He lays beside her in her oversized bed and takes a deep breath. Exhaling and opening his eyes he’s in a retro arcade he frequented when he was alive. He can see the girl from earlier going hard at a game he’s familiar with. As he walks up behind her he can hear her muttering curse words to herself as she plays. The screen flashes “GAME OVER” in bold lettering letting her know she’s lost. She punches in a three-letter phase claiming her number two score on the leader boards.

“That was an intense game you almost had the number one spot.” he smiles a catlike grin at her and she groans.

“I’ve been at it all night! I can't beat this ‘RED’! I’m so tired of it he’s number one in most of these machines.” She pouts and crosses her cute little arms across her chest.

“You’ll beat me one day I believe in ya.” He reassures her as he pats her head like a child. She swats him away and looks at him in disbelief. “No fucking way. You can’t be RED!” She looks like she’s going to rip her hair out in frustration.

“In the flesh! But let’s get you some fresh air. Too beautiful to be locked up in a stinky arcade, I fear.” in a flash, he links arms with her and drags her out of the arcade's double doors. He takes note of the faint blush forming on her face from the compliment.

As they step outside they are thrown into another scenery. Whipping her head around in disbelief that she’s not in the arcade anymore the girl looks at her red-headed companion. She can see his face properly now. He’s cute. Very cute even. She liked how he looked mischievous and how his ruby eyes looked so tired. His hair stands tall and untamed. It was a similar shade of red to his eyes. He stood tall compared to her small chubby frame making her feel so small. She was not subtle at all with how she was gawking at him.

“You good there? If you stare at me any harder I think I'll explode!”, he holds his hands up in mock surrender.

“What’s your name? And where did you take me?”, she pokes his boney side with every word she asks. “I’m Tendou. Tendou Satori.” The smile he beams her way makes her smile in return, “This is my favorite place by the way. I always come here when I want to get away.”

She finally takes this as an opportunity to take in her surroundings. All around them are beautiful wisteria trees shining purple in all directions as they’re standing on top of a grassy hill. The ground is littered with wildflowers with a path leading to a small lake. The sun is just about to set as Tendou sets up a blanket for them to sit on.

“Tell me about yourself. I’m curious about you.”, he says quietly in her direction after laying on the blanket and propping himself on his elbows. He doesn’t look at her while waiting for her answer. He stares at the sky watching the sunset trying to take in every moment of it while he can.

She admires how at peace he looks, she starts explaining, “ Well I’m Y/n L/n. Life has been weird for me lately. I used to have a clear picture of what I wanted to do with my life but since my grandma died I don't know what makes me happy. Everything I did was to make her proud. Without her here I feel so alone. My family has never been close but she was always consistently supportive. I would come to her house during my school breaks and I’d help her manage her huge house. It was never a boring day with her.” She looks over to Tendou to see if he’s fallen asleep but once she looks over he has turned on his side facing her giving her his full attention. He cradles his head in one hand while hanging on your every word. She can feel her face grow hot at seeing him focus on her. Taking a deep breath she continues,” My town isn't anything special either. Everyone knows everyone. I never had many friends from town either. I was pretty much an outcast. I spent most of my time creating friends online and trying to get far away to escape. That’s why I came to my grandma’s house so much. To be around her and get far away from home. My parents didn't mind they were supportive, they just wanted me to be happy.” She offers him a small smile while stretching her arms above her head awkwardly. Apologizing to him she explains,” I’m sorry for ranting I know it’s a lot. Something about you just makes me want to open up. I’m not used to it. Please tell me about yourself and save me from this ranting hell.”

He gives her a hearty laugh and reassures her, “No, no. You’re good I asked for it and you delivered. I am delighted to hear about every little detail about you. Life was hard growing up. Same as you. Social outcast or a loner. All of it. I was good at sports though so there was that. The bullying continued though. It made wanting to live more complicated. I always wanted to work with food. Like desserts! I never pursued it but it was always my dream. I gave up after I graduated high school. I’ve been floating through life since then.” He feels himself stiffen at that last part. Hoping she doesn’t think he’s some suicidal loser. Or worse, a ghost. He isn’t ready to reveal that part to her yet. He can’t risk her being scared.

What he didn’t expect was for her to look at him with the sweetest sad face he’s ever seen. Before he could react she lept towards him and wrapped her arms around his thin frame. He can tell she’s crying by how damp his shirt is feeling as she holds him. Finally, she speaks to him in a croak, “Don’t ever stop living Tendou. You're worth more than you think. I’ll do whatever it takes to convince you otherwise! I want you to live all your dreams! I hope one day I can come to visit you somewhere magnificent, maybe Paris. You’ll have your dessert shop and I’ll visit you every day after work. We’ll be the perfect duo and we’ll never be alone. I promise!” She exclaims the last part moving her body to offer Tendou her pinky. She’s going to make him Pinky promise. He can’t hide the huge grin growing on his face. She knocks him hard in the chest,” I’m serious Tendou! Promise or I’ll go walk myself into that lake.”

“Fine Y/n, I promise. But you have to try all my experiments. Even if they’re gross.” He explains mischievously.

“That’s okay with me because it means free sweets.” She teases and sticks her tongue out at him with that he grabs her and forces her to lay back in the grass with him.

She is so comfortable that she eventually falls asleep. Tendou can feel her weight relax on him. Looking at her sleeping face he moves a strand of hair off of her face and tucks it behind her ear. She acts like a weighted blanket and lulls him to sleep as well. When he awakes he’s back in her room. He can see dawn light creep its way through her curtains. He knows once she wakes up he’ll have to come clean about everything and he doesn’t know if he’s ready for it. His body feels weak from staying in her dream for so long and directing what happened in it, he’s going to have to recharge most of the day. He makes his way to the door and phases right through it so he doesn’t wake her.

Y/n wakes up abruptly. The first thing she notices is that she is back in her new room and not the plush meadow from earlier with Tendou. Grabbing her pillow she plans to try to go back to sleep. She doesn’t want to be awake right now but before she could attempt anything her phone blares at full blast alerting her of an incoming phone call. She scrunches her face and reluctantly answers the phone not even bothering to check the caller ID. Before she could say a greeting she is interrupted by a shrill voice, ”HELLOOOOO!! Finally, you pick up! I've been calling like crazy the last hour, I got the house to myself I want some bestie time, what's the scoop? How’s the old lady's spooky doll house? Any ghosties? BETTER YET, Any demons??? Ooooooh a handsome ghost, now that's my type. GO ONNNN SPEAK.” ah, of course, it was Minnie. She was her long-distance friend for the last couple of years. Usually, she calls on her morning drives to work to keep both of her company while she gets her morning started. Y/n explains her night with Tendou in detail everything from what she did to how he looked and how unfortunately it was just a dream because she woke up alone that morning in bed.

Minnie is quiet before she comments,” Huh, that's a really weird dream. Do you think he’s the figure from the garden? They sound eerily similar. Keep an eye on that shit, okay? Wear your evil eye bracelet I got you during my last trip to Mexico! Better yet do a cleanse, do you need $5 for eggs? I’ll Venmo you. I can’t have you dying on me because of a ghost or a demon, no matter how sexy and mysterious he sounds.” She’s trying to be light-hearted but y/n can hear her concern mixed in. Trying her best she tries to reassure her it was probably from inhaling dust, being exhausted, and reading fanfic.

Unbeknownst to her, Tendou is watching from the corner of her room. He hides in the shadows and watches her laugh and smile with her friend. She must have said something extra hilarious because she ends up snorting so hard she chokes. His stomach does a flip. He loves seeing her happy. He wants so bad to be the reason for her joy. Whispering to himself he lets out a soft curse to himself,” I’m going to fall so hard in love with her, and it’s going to suck major ass.”

Finishing up her call she makes herself lunch and enjoys it out in the garden. The weather is nice today. The sun warms her skin and the breeze keeps her cool. The birds are singing and butterflies are enjoying whatever is left of the flowers around her in the dying garden. All she can think about is how peaceful it is and how much Tendou would enjoy this. Her throat feels tight with sadness, she doesn’t want to cry right now. It’s time to finish her laundry to distract herself from the overbearing loneliness she’s feeling. She drags herself into the living room where she left her fresh clothes. She’s greeted by an immense shadowy figure with its back turned to her. She freezes before she can take another step. The shadow figure looks as if it's searching for something in the basket. Unable to move she can only watch in horror as the figure picks up articles of clothing. Each one it lifts is folded neatly and put aside on a cushion. Y/n is so confused. She thinks to herself, ‘Holy shit is it folding my clothes for me? I mean I don’t necessarily object to this but why would a demon help me?’, she tilts her head asking herself those questions. Before she starts to move from her spot she sees the figure lift one last piece of fabric. It was her favorite pair of period panties. It was a cotton pair that she had gotten years ago, the waistband is distorted and ripping. The cat on the butt is practically peeling along with whatever was left of the word ‘Meow” that had once complimented the cat's face.

Y/n is mortified. She bolts from her spot snatching her panties from the demon's hands. She starts screaming at the figure, “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? GIVE ME THAT SHIT, BASTARD.” Her face is red with embarrassment. She turns away from him quickly not even afraid of what she could be dealing with. Until she hears a voice yell back.

“I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP I SWEAR! I DIDN’T MEAN TO LOOK LIKE A PERVERT.” Tendou explains while he is red as well matching her equally embarrassed face.

Y/n whips her head around. It couldn’t be him. Why would he be here, in her house? She looks at him with a confused face.

Tendou sighs, “I guess the jig is up, huh?” Well go on you must have a million questions swarming inside your beautiful head. So, let me have it.” He plops himself down on the antique couch but it makes no signs that he’s sitting down, almost like he’s weightless.

“Well for starters, why are you in my house and how did you get in here?” she probes him,” And were you the man in the garden yesterday?”, she is eager for the answers. She can see Tendou look away from her for a moment. Almost as if the gears in his head are shifting around to produce an explanation.

He won’t meet her eye as he talks. His heart would be beating in utter anxiety at this moment if he had one. He has to be honest. She deserves it. Taking a deep breath he answers her, “Remember when I told you I gave up after high school? Well, I meant it. I did give up. It was way before your grandma bought this place. The garden was my pride and joy at the time. I spent a lot of time there. Many days I’d sit there and just cry because I was so frustrated with how my life was. Until one day when my parents were away, I decided I had enough. I slit my wrists in the backyard surrounded by the beautiful flowers I spent hours tending to I watched as my blood flowed into the dirt and I felt safe dying encompassed by their company. I never crossed over though. I think it was all the hate I held in my heart, my unfinished dreams and aspirations too. Damned to walk the earth regretting what I had done.” Tendou’s face scrunches up with pain as he continues.” My parents came back from vacation eventually. I had been there for days before they came back, it was not a pretty sight. My mom fell to her knees and held my rotting body. My father stood behind her trying his best to stay strong and comfort her. I felt sick. I ruined their lives too, not just my own. They couldn’t stand living here after what I did, they tried for a while but it hurt them too much. They eventually sold this place and your grandma moved in not too long after. I shut myself away for a long time after that, I was bitter with the living and refused to spend time here. I laid in the shadows for years, dormant. Until one day I heard your Grandma passed. I regretted being a brat. I’m sure I could have helped that old lady with her everyday chores, but I was too selfish. I saw you in the window and I was excited once again to have company in this big lonely house. I didn’t want to make the same mistake. I wanted company. I’m tired of being alone.” Tendou finishes his story up and is wiping the tears off of his pale face. He slouches over and holds his head in his hands. He can’t face her, he feels disgusting, like a monster.

Y/n’s heart hurts. It all makes sense. Last night was a dream and he visited her because he was lonely. She understands why he didn’t tell her, she moves from where she was standing near the laundry basket and sits down near him, she comforts him,” Tendou,” using a whisper to relax him,” It’s okay. I understand why you didn’t want to tell me. But, with that being said I appreciate your honesty. It hurts my heart twice as bad knowing how your life ended and that you live every day with the guilt. I hope that I can help make your days better with my companionship. So how about this, we start over, okay?”, she rises to her feet and gestures for him to join her. Reluctantly he joins her, his tall lanky figure towering above her once again.

She holds her hand out gesturing for a handshake waiting for him to take it. Once he does she continues,” My name is Y/n. It’s very nice to meet you, Tendou the ghost. I hope we can be the best of friends.” flashing a sweet smile towards him once she finishes her introduction.

He returns her bright smile with one of his own, matching her energy he responds, “Thank you, Y/n. I'll be here for however long you’ll have me.” he feels like such a dork right now quickly he stammers out,” So, what now?”

Y/n stands up and makes her way towards the door grabbing hold of the ornate doorknob that leads to the backyard, she starts to explain,” We’re going to tend to the garden duh! Get to it, Mister. You said these were your pride and joys so you better help me keep them in tip-top condition especially if you’re damned to spend eternity on earth!,” she makes her way to the backyard leaving Tendou to his lonesome.

He can’t believe it. She just accepted him like that, he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve to be understood or cared for, he’s frightening and unlovable. The bad thoughts come back eating away at his mood. He wants to rip his hair out from sheer frustration, he just wants to be happy, for her, for his parents, and lastly for himself. He’s snapped from his thoughts when he hears Y/n’s angelic voice beckoning him from outside,” Tendou! Get out here or I'll rip out every bush here, I will show no mercy to you or your little flowers!”, He smiles to himself, okay maybe you’re yelling at him. But, he’s too in love to care otherwise. It wouldn't matter if you killed him a second time. He would still think you're an angel.

#haikyuu!! #tendou satori #tendou satori x y/n #tendo satori x reader #haikyu x reader #fluff #haikyuu fluff #Angst with a happy ending #romance #death tw #tw depressing thoughts #tw depression #tw character death #ghost fic #ghost character #chubby reader #alternative reader #alternate universe #alternate universe ghost

[orbmanson7]

Me, every time I have the slightest struggle in life: voiceofnurse fics save me, voiceofnurse fics, save me voiceofnurse fics

#me: ugh im tired better go reread the fucking fic about newt getting sick and passing out for the fiftieth time #i...thats not even an exaggeration at this point #ive probably reread specifically interlude: calling in a rescue like twenty times over the past three days alone #its the switch between newts pov of passing out at the clinic and tendos pov of it in the next chapter that is so fucking good man #alternative: literally any and all logan angst fics save me #pfft #orbs thought bubbles

[andro-dino]

i heard this audio and I knew what I had to do

#mfb #metal fight beyblade #yu tendo #ryuga kishatu #if you ever think you’ve escaped the yu angst YOURE WRONG

[natashawritesstuff]

In honor of me hitting 200 followers on Tumblr, I wanted to bring back the series that helped me get here, the playlist📼  Coincidentally my birthday is coming up as well so join me in celebrating both for one last track! You can drop a track name you want to be continued or suggest a character you want a birthday-themed track/drabble for

birthday- tendou

party favor- iwaizumi

birthday party- sakusa

#iwaizumi x reader #satori tendo x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu!! #sakusa kiyoomi

[beybladefanboy]

Mayblade Day 17: Rain

(Late submission because I’ve been busy but here’s some writing I did for the rain prompt. It’s the first time I’m using Reiji for one of the prompts! So basically I have this headcanon that I’ve never really brought up on Tumblr until today that Reiji has a fear of thunder so here’s some hurt/comfort based on that)

Tsubasa stared out the window, watching raindrops slide down the glass, the sound of them pattering against the roof echoing softly through their apartment. They lost themself in the sight and sound. The peace drifted over Tsubasa like a wave, easing all of their senses. The peace was shattered by a burst of thunder. However, the sound that followed it was a more concerning one: a cry.

“Huh?” That was Yu’s voice.

Tsubasa looked over their shoulder. Yu was still in his spot on the couch, eating a bowl of ice cream, though his gaze was fixed on the newcomer in the room: Reiji. The snake boy was huddled on the ground, gripping the sides of his head.

“What’s wrong with you, snakey?” Yu grunted, raising an eyebrow.

Tsubasa instantly got to their feet. “Yu, not the time,” they scolded him.

They made their way across the room, stopping a few paces in front of Reiji. Another crash of thunder shook the room. Reiji flinched, letting out a whimper and Tsubasa realised he was shivering.

“Reiji…” Tsubasa got to their knees, resting their hands on Reiji’s hands. “What’s wrong?”

Reiji lifted his head. When he met Tsubasa’s gaze, his eyes were watery.

“Ts-s-subas-s-sa…” Reiji shuddered even more.

“Are you…” Yu sounded stunned. “Afraid of the thunder or something?”

Tsubasa let out a growl, casting a warning glare at him. “Yu, leave him alone.”

“N-no, he’sss right,” Reiji murmured.

“Huh?” Tsubasa looked back at Reiji, who was suddenly avoiding their gaze.

“I…”

Another crash of thunder cut Reiji off and with a shriek, Reiji flung himself at Tsubasa, throwing his arms around him and burying his face in Tsubasa’s shoulders. Tsubasa froze, their heart skipping a beat. Reiji whimpered, gripping Tsubasa and desperately pressing closer. Still stunned, Tsubasa wrapped their arms around Reiji, placing one hand against his hair.

“W-well…” Tsubasa could barely find the words. “It can’t hurt you… not in here.”

They stroked their hand through Reiji’s hair. With their bewilderment over the situation subsiding, Tsubasa found themself feeling an overwhelming pang of sympathy for their friend. Tsubasa had never seen Reiji this afraid. Did thunderstorms always make him like this?

“It can’t hurt you at all,” Yu cut in, putting his ice cream aside. “Thunder’s just the sound that lightning makes.”

Reiji let out a whine.

“You’re not helping, Yu,” Tsubasa couldn’t even muster up any anger toward Yu anymore, just pulling Reiji closer and firmly stroking his back.

“That’sss not the problem…” Reiji’s voice was hardly more than a whisper. “I-it’sss… not what it can do to me… it’sss what already happened…”

“What already happened?” Yu tilted his head to the side.

Tsubasa fell silent as they tried to connect the dots. They let out a gasp.

“You… you mean Lightning L-Drago…”

A burst of thunder shook the room. Reiji’s grip tightened, squeezing Tsubasa’s chest as he yelped.

“D-don’t sssay that name!”

“Oh…”

In that moment, Yu sounded sympathetic. It was probably the first time Yu had shown emotion toward Reiji that wasn’t indifference or anger since he moved in with them.

“But… I don’t remember him ever hurting you.”

“You don’t even remember me exisssting,” Reiji grunted.

“Well whatever happened it’s over now,” Tsubasa cut in. “They’re all just memories, they can only hurt you as much as you let them.” Tsubasa moved their hands to Reiji’s face, gently pressing their fingertips into his cheeks to wipe away the tears. Reiji met their gaze, eyes still watering.

“I know that…” Reiji buried his face in Tsubasa’s shoulder. “But I’m ssstill… ssscared.”

“That’s okay…” Tsubasa let their fingers intertwine in Reiji’s hair. They spoke softly as they continued, “It’s okay to be scared, you just have to know how to handle those fears.”

“I don’t know how to…”

“Well… seeking comfort from others is a good start.”

Reiji met Tsubasa’s gaze. “Th-thank you Tsssubasssa.”

Tsubasa dipped their head. “No problem.”

They helped Reiji to their feet, the two of them sitting side by side on the couch. Yu scooted away to give them space. Tsubasa put an arm around Reiji, letting the snake boy nuzzle closer to them, his head resting on their shoulder. Yu silently walked out of the room. Tsubasa didn’t bother stopping him: assuming he felt awkward being around Reiji for so long. They really couldn’t blame him for that. However, whatever happened in the past, Tsubasa couldn’t empathise with fearing someone who was currently shivering and curling up against them, whimpering in response to each strike of thunder.

A blanket was suddenly draped over Reiji. Tsubasa turned to see Yu placing the blanket on Reiji, smoothing it out over his body.

Reiji’s eyes blinked open. “Y-Yu?”

Yu looked away, frowning. “You looked cold, that’s all.”

“Thank you…”

“Don’t mention it,” Yu replied, sitting on the couch and glaring off in the opposite direction.

Tsubasa smiled a bit. It wasn’t much but that was certainly a step in the right direction.

#beyblade #beyblade metal fight #beyblade metal saga #mayblade #mayblade 2022 #tsubasa otori #reiji mizuchi #yu tendo #non binary tsubasa #fanfiction #writing #beyblade fanfiction #hurt and comfort #angst #fluff

[artichow]

beyblade fandom prepare to be sad

#i'm posting my yu animatic today #vgyrzehulmkl im finally almost done #prepare for angst #mfb #yu tendo

[sexybombom]

tô bastante insegura com isso, não gostei muito de como ficou, mas espero que gostem.

tw: jisung papai de gêmeos, fluff, angst(?)

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Boa leitura!

ᰔ ∴ Papais de primeira viagem - . ♡

O céu já escurecia aos poucos no lado de fora do apartamento aconchegante, os passarinhos ainda cantavam no fim da tarde, alguns vizinhos conversavam no lado de fora, tudo corria bem.

Porém para Jisung... Bom, para ele estava tudo no lado errado. Você ainda não havia chegado do mercado devido a longa lista de coisas que teria de comprar, e o menino beirava a loucura.

Não sabia se focava no menininho que precisava trocar a fralda ou na garotinha que berrava pela fome da papinha de maçã.

Rapidamente foi até o quarto, arrancou uma das fraldas do pacote, fazendo com que todas caíssem pela rapidez em que a pegou. Correu de volta para a cozinha e foi despejando a papa para dentro do potinho colorido a frente da menininha, fazendo com que escorresse pelas bordas.

Vocês já tinham noção que seria um pouco difícil ter um filho por não terem experiência alguma, os dois eram filhos únicos, nem irmãos mais novos tiveram para terem a base de como cuidar de uma criança. E quando, sentado ao seu lado, ele observou no ultrassom em vez de um, DOIS bebês... Ele quase caiu durinho p'ro lado.

Se desesperou, disse como estava preocupado com a situação, inseguro e não aguentaria a pressão de ser pai tão cedo.

No entanto, você o acalmou (tentou) de todos os jeitos possíveis. Os pais de ambos viram a preocupação do menino e fizeram de tudo para o relaxar também, o que acabou tendo algum efeito.

Mesmo assim, você sabia que Jisung não era 100% seguro de si no quesito 'ser um bom pai'

Ele se virou para o menininho, Ji-hoon, colocando-o em cima do sofá para trocar a fralda, o fazendo com facilidade. O garotinho olhava confuso para a irmã que chorava e chorava esperando que o pai lhe desse a comida.

"Já vai Minji, só mais um pouquinho, bebê!"

Ele terminou de arrumar o menininho e sorriu vendo o rostinho do bebê, pegou-o  no colo e caminhou em direção da garotinha.

"Prontinho, Hoon. Agora você minha princesinha, me desculpa pela demora!"

Ele adorava falar com a garotinha, pois como nesse exato momento, ela já não chorava e sim tinha os olhinhos pequenos atentos na figura dele, piscava os olhos repetidamente.

Ele pegou uma colher na gaveta de talheres, a pequena estava prestes a chorar novamente, mas ele logo fez um aviãozinho em direção da menininha.

"Voooommm." Ao longo que a colher foi chegando perto da boquinha em forma de bico, Minji a abriu recebendo a papinha de maçã.

Jisung ouviu a risadinha gostosa do garotinho ao lado dos dois, Minji animada em conjunto com o irmão, bateu com os braços na mesinha fazendo com que voasse papa pela cozinha inteira, e mesmo cansado, Jisung não conseguiu evitar o grande sorriso e as lágrimas escorrendo de seus olhos com a visão em sua frente.

Você do lado de fora ouviu as risadinhas e sentiu o coração esquentando.

Virou as chaves na porta, abrindo-a. Caminhou até a cozinha e o seu sorriso só aumentou com a cena.

Jisung estava de costas, Minji em sua frente e Ji-hoon no colo do pai olhando para você, ambas as criancinhas com um sorrisinho.

"Meus bebês! Já estava com saudades dos três!"

Se aproximou dos seus amores, deu um beijinho na testa dos filhos que riram e tentaram segurar em seu cabelo para te manter perto. Se virou para o Park mais velho, deu um beijinho nos lábios dele.

Se não fosse pelo gosto salgado no selinho, você nem notaria as lágrimas rolando pelo rosto alheio.

Se separou rápido para observar o namorado.

Viu o rostinho vermelho dele, os olhinhos da mesma coloração, o beicinho formado e as sobrancelhas arqueadas.

Você sorri levemente tentando transmitir conforto, coloca as mãos sobre o rosto dele, limpa as lágrimas já quase secas e dá outro selinho nos lábios carnudos.

Viu os gêmeos bocejando, piscando lento.

"Vou deitar eles, dar um pouco de mamar...'Tá bem?"

Ele nada disse, apenas concordou e depositou um beijo em sua bochecha.

"Está tudo bem?"

Ele concordou, quase relutante.

"Fiquei meio emocionado ouvindo os risinhos deles. Eles são a minha vida."

Sorriu ouvindo o moreno.

"Você é um ótimo pai, Ji. Não deixe nada ou ninguém fazer você pensar o contrário."

Ele sorriu triste e olhou em direção ao chão, quase que envergonhado.

"Já volto."

Depois de uns minutos, com os bebês já dormindo, você — ainda preocupada — decidiu dar uma olhada em Jisung.

Procurando por ele, viu o mesmo sentado no sofá. A tv ligada passando em um canal aleatório.

Aconchegou-se nos braços do moreno, que aceitou de bom grado o carinho, passando os braços longos em volta do seu corpo pequeno.

"Obrigado."

Você olhou para ele de relance, levemente confusa, virou a cabeça para o lado.

"Pelo quê?"

"Ah... Por tudo. Quer dizer, tem tempos que eu penso em como parecia não ter gostado dessa ideia toda. Eu espero que você saiba que só não me sentia preparado, na verdade... Ainda não me sinto muito." Ele ficou alguns segundos calado, se soltou gentilmente se virando para você. "Mas eu juro, eu nunca me arrependi de nada, eu amo nossos filhos, amo você, amo essa família. É um dos melhores presentes que alguma vez pude ter. Obrigado, de verdade."

Seu rosto doía com o sorriso que não desaparecia dele. Podia sentir seus olhos molhando também, foi tudo inesperado, mas não poderia pedir por melhor.

"Eu também agradeço, Ji... Te amo." "Te amo também meu amor."

"Aí." Disse chamando a atenção do moreno. "P'ra primeira vez 'tá se dando muito bem, hein?"

Deixou um soquinho no braço dele,  fazendo ele rir.

"Fala isso porque não viu como ficou o apartamento enquanto estava no mercado."

Quando você viu a cozinha quase inteira suja com papa de maçã, as fraldas caídas no quarto e mais algumas das trapalhices você meio que entendeu o que o namorado quis dizer.

#park jisung #nct jisung #nct dream jisung #nct #nct dream fluff #nct dream #sexybombom #asks da bombom

[applepi-1]

enemies to lovers- Tendou

"Hmm, let's see what's for lunch." You looked forward sighing. "Ick, Ick on a bun, Ick on a stick. Jeez."

"You should be use to it, they've been serving this stuff for years." Your best friend told you as she patted your head.

"Yeah, just thought today would be different." You sighed leaning back making your other friend laugh. "But at least today there's some variety."

"Hm, he looks tasty." You turned your head seeing her talk about your crush.

"really tasty." He looked over at you two and you quickly moved your eyes to his plate. "I was talking about your food."

"I wasn't." You shot a look to your friend.

"I sweet talked the cafeteria lady. Told her, her hair net really brought our the sparkle in her eyes."

"Aw, so sweet." You turned your eyes to Tendou as he walked over.

"Hey, I got her to make me a rack o'lamb. Man, I love lamb!" The boy stopped squinting his red eyes at you. "Y/n."

"Tendou." He looked at you with a glare, which you kindly returned.

"Anyways..." C/n spoke up causing you two to break the eye contact. "We should go, practice will start soon."

"Let me guess, practice til you puke? Maybe it'll make you look better."

"Let me guess, slack off til it pays off? I'm sure they'll love that."

"At least my game brings joy to people."

"At least we get people." You two hold another glare.

"Wow, what's going on here?"

"Nothing."

"It's beyond nothing." You snapped back at him.

"It's certainly nothing to be late over. We have practice to get to, right after lunch. Y/n."

"Tendo." You watched him leave before turning back to C/n and your friends.

"You know for something that you said was nothing, that sure seemed like something."

"Oh, well, um, it's -it's you know, a day to day something."

"Sometimes hour by hour." F/n jumped in rubbing your back.

"It's complicated."

"He's complicated." G/n spoke up.

"Well, I'm not." He winked before walking away to his friends.

"Don't do it." G/n spoke turning to face you.

"Why not?"

"Yeah, why shouldn't she?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because...My best friend dated him and he dumped her. It wasn't pretty. Her face broke out and she started wearing polyester pants! Look." She took her phone out showing you a photo.

"I doubt anything is gonna happen between C/n and me."

"I'm just warning you."

"I think she can handle herself." F/n told her.

"Fine. Don't listen to me. But when your heart is broken into a million pieces and scattered all over the floor, just remember, I don't vacuum. But then again, it's not like she's gonna talk to him."

"I just did."

"Boo, you talked to him about Tendo."

"Ugh. Whatever."

"Why do you got to be such a bitch." F/n looked at you as G/n walked away. "Well, he always wants what he can't have, right?"

"Right?"

"So let's make you what he can't have!"

"Meaning?"

"You're gonna need a fake date."

"Ohh. A fake date."

"Hmm."

"Well, I know just the fake to date." You walked over to Tendo smiling softly at him. "Tendo."

"Y- Why are you smiling?"

"We need to talk."

--

"You want to what?"

"Fake date. I don't know it was F/n idea."

"Trying to get someones attention?"

"It doesn't matter. Will you help me?"

"Why should I?"

"Please..."

"Fine, under one conditon."

"Great. What do you want?"

"I want to know why you hate me."

"Seriously."

"Y/n. I'm genuinely asking, why do you hate me?"

"you really don't know?" Tears began to fill your eyes at the memory, you shook your head at the boy., "You... called me fat. I know I was a chunky kid growing up... but hearing the words leave your lips... I don't know it just snapped something in me.."

"You heard that? That's why you hate me? But your hot now! I mean... skinnier."

"You think that justifies your words?"

"No... I'll help you, I'll pretend to date you."

"Thank you."

--

You started off as holding hands in the halls by your lockers, people stopped and did double glances to make sure they were seeing right. "When did this happen?" Your friend came over looking at you two questionably.

"Last night, I confessed my undying love." Tendo told her, her eyes widen along with yours.

"You confessed?"

"Yeah? What's weird about that?"

"I realized that all I was doing was hiding my real feelings by taking them out as anger towards him. Who couldn't love this face." Tendo looked at you with soft eyes as you spoke the truth, you grabbed his chin and shook his head softly, like a grandma would do with their grandchildren.

"You couldn't literally yesterday. Look is this because you realized C/n would never go for you? I mean sweety about time you opened your eyes, but Tendo? You guys hate each other, this is so fake." Tendo smirked at her before grabbing your chin, silently asking for permission. You gave a weak nod, as he bent down capturing your lips with his. It was a slow kiss one that made you question everything you felt about the boy. Your friends eyes widen at the sight. Tendo pulled back smiling at you with such care, it was weird.

"Would I do that if it was fake?" She rolled her eyes and walked away. "I think she's jealous of you?"

"Pfft, of me? Yeah, no way. G/n has it all she doesn't need to be jealous of me."

"I would, like I slipped out yesterday, your hot. You got this cute sexy thing going on, she couldn't even come close. And then you have this aura around you that just draws people to it. Plus, you taste like strawberries." Your eyes widen and face became red at the last remark, he kissed your cheek quickly and took off running down the hall. You closed your locker as a ding came from your phone.

also wear something cute around 6ish. Date tonight, I heard C/n will be there.

You didn't understand why Tendo was helping you, but then again you didn't understand why you still have him saved under Ten-Ten &lt;3.

You did as told and got dressed after reaching your home. When 6 rolled around you were looking down at your outfit it was a simple one. You wore a cute red shirt with blue jean shorts and thigh high leggings, you were caught up in your head to not noticing the tall lean figure against your door. "You look adorable." You turned around shocked to see him.

"Hi? How did you get in?"

"Relax, I remembered the key under the gnome." You grabbed your jacket and purse before walking over to him. "You seem ready."

"I'm more nervous, because even if this is a fake date.. it's my first." You mumbled turning your head to the side, but he heard you.

"Then I better make it promising." He cupped your chin and pulled your lips to his. You sighed into the kiss grabbing his shoulders to balance yourself. He moved his hands from your chin to the back of your neck pulling your closer. You let out a little whine as his other hand wrapped around your waist holstering you up a bit. Your face was definitely red as he pulled away, that damn soft smile on his face.

"What was that for?"

"In case it's the last time." You smiled lightly as he placed you back on the ground. "Let's go do this." He grabbed your hand and dragged you out the house, before walking in the direction of the arcade. You two sat down making small talk until your friend showed up.

"G/n, what are you doing here?"

"Heard you two were on a date so thought we could double date."

"Excuse me?" C/n made his way to the table and smiled at you two.

"Ah so the nothing became something."

"How about you and I partake in a friendly game of Air Hockey?" You asked your friend smiling at her.

"Eh, it's not really my- ow! " You dragged her away from the table leaving the boys alone.

"Why are you trying to ruin my date?"

"I'm trying to protect you!"

"From what, having fun?"

"From getting hurt! Now, as soon as this game is over, and I have no idea when that is. You will get a toothache and I will take you home. You're on a date with Tendo. Tendo. You two hate each other."

"Why are you trying to protect me, you're never this nice."

"I will tell you who's not nice. Tenod."

"How do you even know so much about him? Wait.... why do you know so much about C/n? All this time of me asking you for advice, you knew just what to say."

"Just pick a side for your toothache!"

"You were that "friend" who dated C/n and ended up wearing polyester pants!"

"I would never wear polyester pants."

"Hah, I should've guessed it. Who's G/ns best friend? G/n! Hah! So you came here to ruin my date because you're jealous!"

Tendo looked at you with such care, he wonders if your okay. "So, you, uh, having a good time on your date?"

"I was, until it was rudely interrupted."

"Yeah, G/ns a piece of work, right?"

"Tendo is a jerk!"

"He's not a jerk!"

"Oh, she is so cute when she's angry." Tendo looked at his friend then you, watching you puff out your cheeks, something he's seen you do when you two have a stare off.

"Pfft, Y/ns always cute. She can't do anything without it being cute. Stupid cute." G/n took off behind the boys going to the soda machine making you follow.

"No dude, I am talking about G/n!'

"I'm sorry, I thought you just said G/n."

"I did."

"I'm telling you, Tendo is a jerk!"

" Oh, she hates me so much. Ah, I love it!"

"You know what, why don't you take your girlfriend and get out of here. Give me and G/n some time alone." You and G/n stopped hearing the conversation unfold between C/n and Tendo.

"Wait. So all those times you've brought up Y/n, was because of G/n? What about the times you'd talk to Y/n?"

"Becuase G/n was there too. I was too nervous to talk to her myself. Needed a middle man."

"Does Y/n know she's your middle man? Dude your playing with her feelings."

"Why does it matter? You hated her guts yesterday?"

"I never hated her. I mean yeah, we fight. But it's mostly just because I think she's cute when shes angry. Shes.. I never hated her."

"Good for you dude, but seriously hook me up."

"No. I'm not your middle man, and neither is Y/n. She liked you, you played with her feelings to get a girl. Her friend at that. And you're okay with it? No dude, she has feelings. she's not someone you can use until you find someone better. You know what, I am taking my girlfriend and leaving. You're also off the team, douchebag." Tendo got up and turned around to see you standing their with wide eyes. "Y/n..." Your friend looked at you slightly shocked as well.

"Shall we go...?" Your voice was so small he barley heard it.

"Yeah, come on, something smells in here." He wrapped and arm around your shoulder leading you out the place. He sat you near a bench on the side of the street rubbing your arms softly. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I should've known... you really don't hate me?" He looked at you with a soft smile.

"Of course not.. look the reason I agreed was because you were right. I am an asshole. I should've told those kids I liked you instead I call you a horrible name for that I am sorry. Then you began hating me, so I buried those feelings. But I missed you terribly. I missed the girl who cried on my shoulder when we watched a movie, who'd come to me when someone said something. The girl who stuck up for me when people called me names. And I chased that girl away. I miss the girl I loved."

"Ten... we were 8 when you called me that... how could you possibly know?"

"I'm the guess monster remember? I just knew."

"I'm sorry, for leaving your side... I never wanted to. But hearing those words escape the lips of someone I trusted."

"I know. I know. I do love you." You looked up at him, you really looked at him, he was the same boy you knew. All these years, he's still the same. You shuffled closer, if possible and leaned up to kiss him. It was slow like the first one, but full of love. Tendo cupped the side of your face as he used his other hand to draw you in closer.

"I love you, too..." He smiled down at you pulling you into a bone crushing hug, but you didn't mind. "You smell like flowers."

"And you taste like strawberries."

#fluff #angst #cute haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #confessions #haikyuuimagines #soft tendo #tendo x you #tendou x reader #tendou satori #fake dating #enemies to lovers

[tsukiasaurus]

haikyuu boys with a chubby!s/o

includes: tsukishima, bokuto, osamu (ft a sprinkle of atsumu) ushijima (tendo makes an appearance)

lots of fluff!! some angst in tsukki’s, but that cant really be helped mans a jerk sometimes. TW FOR NEGATIVE BODY IMAGE. this WILL have mentions of a bad relationship with food, so PLEASE read with caution if that effects you.

reader is gn, but is called gorgeous

kind of a self indulgent blurb tbh

seeing you insecure is one of his least favorite things. seeing you cry is the worst. putting them together? oh boy, he’s ready to fight

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tsukishima spots you eating with hinata and kageyama, stuffing a meat bun into your mouth with a smile. the boys had brought home another nationals win, and you were all having a get together at daichi’s place. tsukishima sits down across from you, smirking.

“god, y/n, you’re such a fatass.”

the words leave his lips easily, and you want to spit out your food. you notice everyone’s eyes on you, and you try and get the meat bun down as fast as you can. you know tsukishima can be a jerk with his little comments, but there was no remorse after this. even after being together, his comments would still sting, even though he didnt mean for them to. but what did change was his apology afterwards if he noticed that he hurt you.

you dont speak for the remainder of the party. you just sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone. you were waiting for tsukishima’s apology, but it never came. surely he had seen your reaction.

“y/n, you ready to go?” tsukishima’s voice cuts through your thoughts. you nod silently, walking home with him.

it doesnt hit him until you’re in bed before him, facing the wall in one of your pajama shirts. not his. usually when the two of you come home from parties, you spend some time together. getting into bed, tsukishima moves to pull you close, hands on your tummy where they usually rest. you tense.

“hey, what gives?” tsukishima asks, propping himself up on his elbow. “you dont wanna cuddle?”

you shake your head, blinking back tears. tsukishima is about to flop back down when he hears a sniffle.

“y/n?” he asks, voice softer. “are you okay?”

“no.”

your voice sounds so broken, making tsukishima sigh softly. he gently wraps his arms around you.

“i’m sorry for what i said.” he says gently. “i didnt mean to hurt you. i was going to apologize sooner but dumb and dumber pulled me away.”

you sniffle again, wiping your eyes. “it’s fine.” you mumble.

“love, its not fine.” tsukishima sighs. “you know i love you more than anything in this world. i never mean to hurt you with my comments. i know your weight is a sensitive subject for you, and i’m sorry. if you want, i can sleep on the couch tonight.”

when you don’t respond, tsukishima goes to grab the spare blanket and pillow for when he makes a particularly snide comment and you dont want to speak to him. you sit up, looking at him. your cheeks are streaked with tears and your nose is slightly red.

“don’t go.” you say softly. “i love you.”

tsukishima gets into bed, pulling you close. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, closing his eyes.

“again, i’m sorry for hurting you, y/n.” he says softly. “you’re absolutely amazing and perfect, and i cant believe that you’d love a jerk like me. i’m so thankful to have you in my life.”

you thank the alcohol for letting tsukishima be slightly more open with his emotions. he never spoke like that unless he was drunk, but he showed his love for you in different ways, like sharing his strawberry shortcake with you.

there are two constants in tsukishima’s life: his love for strawberry shortcake, and his love for you.

***

bokuto is a people person, through and through. he loves the attention, and he cant get enough of the fans swooning over him. until you came along, he was nearly overwhelmed by all the attention.

with you in his life now, he wasnt sure how he survived before. having someone in his life that was a constant, seeing him at his lowest points and helping lift him up, was honestly so crazy to him. he loves you more than he loves volleyball, and thats the love of his life.

after a particularly good game against shiratorizawa, bokuto is flocked by attractive looking fans. before he can even get to you to receive his post game you-did-amazing-kiss, he was pulled in several different directions for questions. you didnt really mind it if you were honest. dating bokuto came with him talking to fans before going to kiss you after a game, and you were fine with that.

a few attractive girls walked up to bokuto, giggling at him, asking for pictures, the usual.

“oh bo, are you single? i would love to date you!” one of the girls said, swooning in front of bokuto.

“i’m sorry ladies, but i’m taken! i’m dating y/n and i love them!” bokuto was proud. he was so proud that he can call you his.

“y/n??” another girl cackled. “but bo, you’re so strong and muscular and attractive! how can you be dating someone thats so fat??”

fat. the word echoed in your ears as the girls all turned and giggled at you. you were a bit chubby, sure, but it only bothered you sometimes. like now, when you looked at all of the thinner girls and figured that bokuto would be happier with them.

“i’ll see you at home kou!” you call, giving bokuto your best fake smile. “i’m gonna make us some dinner!”

bokuto knew that something was wrong, that he needed to stop you, but he got pulled back to do an interview.

when he finally gets home, he finds you looking in the mirror, tears streaming down your face as you look at yourself. to you, you look hideous. a chubby stomach, too thick thighs. you hate it.

bokuto walks up behind you and hugs you tightly. it takes him a moment to realize that you’re crying, so he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“whats the matter bub?” he asks sweetly.

“i’m too fat.” you whimper. “there’s so many other people that are more attractive than me. you can do so much better.”

bokuto is shocked. you’d never brought this up before. what happened that made you feel so negatively about yourself? you’re wonderful!

he finds himself laughing in spite of himself. him? find someone better than YOU? no chance.

“little owl, you’re one of the most gorgeous human beings i have ever met. loving you has been such a privilege and i’m honored to be your boyfriend.” he says, wrapping his arms around you. “you are the light in my life on dark days. you make me smile like nobody else can. your brain being mean is not a reflection of that. you have some chub, so what? you’re so beautiful and wonderful and i cannot believe you’re mine.”

by the time bokuto is done, you’re crying even more. he takes this as a sign to take it up a notch. he knows that you might not be crying from sadness anymore, but you aren’t smiling just yet.

“are you insecure about this?” bokuto asks, gently holding your tummy. “this adorable thing? what about this?”

he goes around, gripping your thighs, your arms, and even your butt. by the time he’s done, you’re laughing. you turn around and hug bokuto, who you have just realized has not taken a shower yet, and smile.

“thank you kou.” you say, softly kissing his cheek. “i love you so much.”

bokuto smiles, returning your kiss. he’s happy that you’re smiling again, and makes sure that you know that he’s not above making an ass of himself just to see you smile.

***

osamu’s love language is service and gifts. he loves making you food, letting you try new menu items before he puts them out, and is generally just a big foodie (duh). it’s natural that he’d have a slightly bigger partner because of his time working at onigiri miya. he’s gotta have someone comfortable with eating some of the concoctions that he makes.

you sit on the kitchen counter, swinging your legs happily as you watch osamu cook. he’s in his element, humming along to the soft music that he has playing. he’s making you a new dish to try, slightly nervous because he’s the most excited about it.

“okay love,” he says, placing a plate next to you. “go ahead.”

you pick up the rice ball, which is shaped like an actual ball and covered in a sweet dark sauce, and lift it to your lips. you sigh, content with how absolutely delicious it is.

“baby this is amazing!” you say, noticing osamu’s nervous expression.

osamu sighs with a smile, kissing your temple. “can i take a picture for the onigiri miya instagram page?” he asks against your skin.

you pose, smiling sweetly as you hold up the newest menu item. osamu snaps the picture, uploading it with a smile.

“you’re so adorable.” he says, hugging you. “still cant believe you’re mine.”

you smile, pecking his cheek. it’s weird, being doted on like this. you know that he and atsumu have been super competitive all their lives, and you knew that osamu almost never got the girls. it was always atsumu. you never knew why; he was such a sweetheart. he always took care of you, made sure that you never went hungry, gave you kisses and snuggles, and give you pleasure that you didnt even know you could experience.

osamu’s phone buzzed on the counter, dozens of notifications coming from people commenting and liking the post. you glance over, reading the first comment you see:

osamufan81615: wow, i cant believe how big y/n’s gotten! lay off the food my dude XD

you freeze, opening your phone to look at the comments. you notice that a few of the comments are harsher than usual, and all of the mean comments are directed towards you. more specifically, your weight. you find yourself getting lost in the comments, nearly getting physically sick at how rude some people could be.

osamu was observant. he watched your entire aura change as you scrolled on your phone. he took it out of your hands, wrapping his arms around you. he scooped you up from the counter, walking with your legs wrapped around his waist until he sat on the couch.

you cant help but sniffle, rereading some of the comments in your mind. you go to move off of osamu’s lap, but he holds you tighter.

“don’t listen to ‘em.” he says softly. “you are so amazing and so much more than whatever weight you are. you’re mine, and that’s all i could ever want. i love you as you are, and dont let some idiots get ya down.”

he strokes your hair, trailing his hand down your back just how you like. the two of you sit silently for a bit, your head on osamu’s shoulder.

“love you ‘samu.” you mumble quietly against his neck.

osamu’s phone buzzed with a text, undoubtedly from atsumu. osamu pushed his phone away until atsumu called him, making osamu groan. you giggled.

“what do ya want, ya pest?” osamu groaned.

“do ya see how they’re treating y/n in the comments on your most recent post??” atsumu all but yells. “i’ve been replying to comments for the past 15 minutes telling ‘em to lay off.”

“i have. i’m letting them get their 15 minutes of fame.” osamu replied. “i’m comforting y/n right now because the comments are getting to them.”

“i told one of them that they look like their family tree is a circle.” atsumu said, a smile clear in his voice. you couldnt help but laugh.

“thanks bro.” osamu said, a smile on his face as well. “i’ll let you keep harassing em, i got more important matters to attend to.”

hanging up the phone, osamu leans over and kisses you. he peppers kisses on your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you shiver, gasping when he sucks on your neck.

“how about we go upstairs and i help you forget about all those idiots and show you how much you mean to me, hm?”

you cant help but nod. the new menu item is put up the following week, and osamu really drives home the fact that you are perfect just the way you are by letting you ride him for hours the night of the menu’s new debut.

***

ushijima wakatoshi. a strong, stoic man who barely speaks two words on the court unless he’s really riled up. dating the top ace in the country comes with long nights where he stays out after winning a big game, being stopped on the street, and countless interviews. it also came with him worshiping the ground you walked on.

“toshi, what do you think of this one?” you ask, opening the dressing room door.

your figure is hugged by a sparkly red outfit, accentuating your curves perfectly. ushijima sits up straight, eyes nearly bulging out of his face.

“thats the one.” he says.

you cant help but giggle. you were invited to attend a banquet dinner, black tie only, with the team. you had no outfits that were fancy enough for the occasion, so ushijima insisted he buy something for you.

walking to the register, you hold ushijima’s hand with a smile. the cashier made some small talk while she scanned and bagged the items of your outfit.

“i do have to say, im a very big fan of yours wakatoshi.” she said, giving a sweet smile to your boyfriend. “congratulations on your big win.”

usually, whenever you two went to the store together, the cashier would make a big deal out of talking to ushijima. this lady was a very pleasant change.

“thank you, miss.” ushijima replied with a smile.

later that night, you walked into the banquet, holding ushijima’s hand with a smile. there were photographers everywhere, and you were almost blinded by the flashes of all the cameras.

sitting down at a table with tendo and goshiki, you give them both a smile.

“hey boys.” you greet.

“hi y/n!” goshiki says, sitting up straight. “you look wonderful tonight!”

you smile. “thank you tsu.”

goshiki has had a thing for you for so long, that you’re sure if you werent dating anyone, he’d be trying to get with you. ushijima places a hand on your thigh, rubbing it with his thumb gently.

as the evening progressed, there were more and more interviews being done. ushijima was being interviewed by a taller, attractive woman, who was clearly flirting with him.

“so, wakatoshi, whats your workout routine look like?” she asks, smiling as she pushes some hair behind her ear. “i know a hunk such as yourself has to have a staple in his routine.”

“i enjoy running.” ushijima starts. “i also tend to focus on weight lifting when i dont do cardio.”

“do you have a workout partner?”

ushijima nods. “yes, my partner y/n.” he says, a smile growing on his lips.

“y/n?” the interviewer asks, a hint of disgust in her voice. “are they the chubby one following you around tonight? they don’t seem to be that good of a workout partner to me.”

tendo’s ear twitched while talking to you, his attention quickly turning to ushijima and the pest speaking with him.

“they are very encouraging.” ushijima continues. “i enjoy their company while lifting weights.”

“well, maybe you need someone,” the lady clears her throat. “…thinner to help you. y/n is practically spilling out of that outfit they’re in.”

“thats it.” tendo says, getting up.

you heard the entire thing. the woman was set on tearing you down, but ushijima was, as usual, telling her how amazing you were. you were slightly tearing up at the final comment.

tendo grabs your wrist gently, pulling you to ushijima. he knew that ushijima wasnt one for confrontation, but tendo was more than happy to go off on someone in his place. you wipe your misty eyes as you follow.

“actually,” tendo squints, looking at the name sticker on the lady’s jacket. “aiko, is it? i know my buddy toshi here wont say it, but i will. putting someone down because you wish you were in their place is very ugly. ushijima is with y/n because he loves them. all there is to it.”

“this interview is over.” ushijima says, turning to you. “i’m sorry babe, lets go get something to drink.”

you glance over at the lady, giving her a nice smile before you walk away.

“lets go get trashed!!!” tendo yells, allowing a chorus of cheers from the other teammates to fill the banquet hall.

as you can tell, this was a LONG one. lowercase is intended, and this was done while sitting at work, so i hope you enjoy.

and no matter what your weight, you are beautiful and deserve love ❤️

#haikyuu #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #osamu miya #osamu x y/n #osamu x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader

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casos ilícitos

Matias Recalt x f!Reader

Cap. 4

Depois de dias de camisas xadrez e noites em que você me tornou sua. Agora você envia minhas coisas de volta e eu caminho para casa sozinha.

Muitoooo animada pra esse capítulo, dessa vez irá ser pelo ponto de vista do Matias pra gente entender um pouco a perspectiva dele. Esse também é o primeiro capítulo com cenas mais explícitas. Matias com ciúmes? Teremosss!!!! Espero que gostem ☺️.

Obs: algumas notas explicativas no final!

Avisos: Smut, fingering, linguagem imprópria, ciúmes, possessivo, angst.

Palavras: 7 k **Já peço desculpas pelo capítulo extenso, os próximos vou tentar fazer menores, mas aproveitem 🙌 !!! **

A noite do restaurante só poderia ser descrita como um desastre absoluto, confuso e inquietante. Assim que você saiu pela porta do banheiro, chateada e apressada, o garoto não soube direito como reagir. Ou melhor, ele não soube como reagir ou o que pensar a respeito da conversa inteira que tiveram. Então só ficou calado, com medo de dizer a coisa errada, te deixando pensar, e assumir o pior da situação e dele. Você era sempre tão calma e racional, então não esperava que iriam ter uma discussão tão acalorada, e ainda mais em um lugar público, com todos os seus amigos do lado de fora os esperando. Ele considerou se deveria te seguir, se deveria tentar te acalmar, e explicar as coisas, mas na promessa de que? O que ele te diria que você já não soubesse? Ele era um idiota e tinha te decepcionado, não tem muito mais o que dizer sobre isso.

Mesmo não querendo que a noite terminasse nesses termos, também não queria te pressionar, e arriscar piorar ainda mais a situação. Então achou melhor te deixar ir embora, e tentar falar com você em um outro momento. Ele te daria espaço se era isso o que você queria, e precisasse. Mas ele não aceitaria o fim de tudo. Preferia acreditar que você estava exaltada e não pensou direito no que disse. Ele precisava acreditar nisso, se não perderia a sanidade ali mesmo.

Após alguns minutos de debate interno, considerando todas as suas opções, inventou algo para os meninos, dizendo que você saiu às pressas porque estava indisposta- o que eles fingiram acreditar, e não questionarem nada, vendo o desespero na cara do garoto – e quinze minutos depois se encontrava na frente de seu prédio. Não ousou interfonar ou pedir para subir, só queria ver se você tinha chegado em casa bem, e em segurança. Não gostava muito da ideia de você entrar no carro de um desconhecido para ir embora, não importasse a quão brava você estivesse com ele, sua segurança deveria vir em primeiro lugar. Então precisava constatar se estava tudo certo, e vendo a luz saindo por sua janela, a qual correspondia ao seu andar, ficou mais tranquilo. E agindo como o mesmo covarde que foi a noite toda, ele dá as costas, e vai embora.

Ele não conseguiu dormir direito aquela noite, só repassando a cena em sua cabeça repetidamente, de novo, e de novo. Se perguntando como um jantar agradável, chegou a aquele ponto. Para começar, não esperava que Malena fosse aparecer lá, não mesmo. Não foi o que ele queria quando mencionou casualmente que sairiam pra comer no mesmo lugar de sempre – após ser questionado se teria planos para aquela noite - Achou que havia ficado explícito a falta de convite, mas obviamente não foi claro o bastante, já que apareceu lá de qualquer maneira.

Ele ficou afetado em vê-la, é óbvio. Desde que a mesma voltará de viagem, a alguns dias atrás, eles só trocaram mensagens, e foi a primeira vez que ele a viu pessoalmente em anos, desde o término. E ela estava tão linda quanto ele se lembrava. Mas a situação saiu de controle conforme conversavam, e ele via o quão desconfortável você parecia, tendo que presenciar uma estranha o tocando, e ele não a afastando. Nunca haviam definido o que tinham, mas sabia que você não ficava com outras pessoas, e esperava que você soubesse que ele também não. Então porque ele afastava todas as garotas que flertavam com ele, mas não essa em específica? Ele não queria pensar no motivo, ou que você soubesse agora.

Malena sempre foi de toque físico, e ele não queria constrangê-la naquele momento, dizendo para manter a formalidade, mas também não queria te chatear, então disse para ela, que eles poderiam conversar melhor em outra hora, só os dois. Sem seus amigos, ou você olhando. Então se despedem, e ao contrário do que imaginou, com a partida da garota mais velha, as coisas só pioraram. A briga no banheiro, seu olhar de mágoa e decepção, e as palavras lançadas impiedosamente, em um momento de raiva.

Ele queria de verdade se acertar com você, mas não sabia como se sentir no momento. Vocês tinham algo especial, ele sabia disso, mas será que era o bastante para firmarem em um relacionamento? Ele tinha medo de se envolver com outra pessoa, e mesmo com você tendo sido paciente, muito mais do que ele poderia pedir, ele sabia que isso não duraria por muito tempo. Eram claras as intenções da Malena ao ir encontrá-lo, e querer vê-lo, e mesmo se odiando, ele estava dividido.

Com Malena, ele saberia o rumo que as coisas tomariam. Continuariam de onde pararam, e ele permaneceria em sua zona de conforto. Com o mais do mesmo, com o conhecido, e usual. Tendo a mesma rotina monótona de sempre. Já com você, seria completamente diferente. Você era um livro de mistérios, o qual ele descobria um novo capítulo toda vez que te via. Se perdia em você, se maravilhando com cada nova coisa aprendida a seu respeito. Ele se desafia, e descobre mais coisas sobre si mesmo quando estão juntos, e detesta isso. Você não deveria fazê-lo se sentir desse jeito, fazê-lo se sentir especial ou importante. Ele estava acostumado a ter o controle da situação, mas com você, era impossível. E enquanto tenta se decidir se isso é realmente algo bom ou ruim, ele cai no sono, esperando que o dia seguinte seja melhor.

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Ele acorda se sentindo um lixo, seja por causa da briga, ou pelas poucas horas de sono que teve aquela noite. O sentimento de preocupação em saber como você estava, ainda era presente, mas ao mesmo tempo, estava hesitante se deveria te mandar uma mensagem, e questionar, ou até mesmo arriscar te fazer uma visita, o que duvidava que você iria apreciar neste momento. O único alívio que sentiu, foi quando alguns minutos depois, olhou no grupo de mensagens, e viu que você havia respondido os garotos, dizendo que estava bem. Dando sinal de vida. Mas só isso. Ele queria te dar um tempo, e até mesmo organizar os próprios pensamentos, mas era difícil. Se acostumou tanto com sua presença, que não sabia como ficar sem você. Mas no momento, isso era o melhor, e ele sabia. Então o resto do domingo foi gasto tentando ter concentração o bastante para adiantar alguns trabalhos da faculdade, vendo algum filme, que ele não se importou em lembrar o nome, e ignorando as notificações da garota mais velha, que insistia em enviar mensagens a ele. Não queria responder, ou falar com ninguém no momento. Só se esse alguém fosse você.

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Na manhã seguinte, com quase nenhuma vontade, ele se levanta, e se prepara para o treino. Não tem ânimo para planejar ataques, ou motivação para se exercitar hoje, e até pensa em não comparecer, mas então lembra, que se ficasse em casa, provavelmente a vontade de te ver só iria piorar, e dessa vez ele não iria pensar no seu espaço, ou a quão possessa você deveria estar ainda com ele. Só iria pensar em te encontrar e te ter pra ele.

Duas horas depois, com um bufo de irritação, ele deseja consigo mesmo que tivesse ficado em casa. Ele foi uma droga no treino, não conseguindo se concentrar, e inerte o tempo todo. É meio idiota, mas ele sempre desviava o olhar para as arquibancadas para ver se você estava lá. Se iria acenar pra ele, dar um grito de motivação, ou até mesmo só ficar assistindo quieta, e com um olhar de preocupação toda vez que ele errava uma jogada, ou acabava no chão. Mas toda vez que ele olhava, o lugar estava sem ninguém. Não tinha você, não tinha gritos, risadas ou motivação. Só um grande vazio.

Isso com certeza não colaborou para que seu humor melhorasse, tirando o fato dos outros jogadores do time, e amigos dele, zombarem do quão péssimo seu desempenho havia sido. Ele estava estressado, e com um pesar, se lembrará que normalmente após o treino, ele seguiria para sua casa. Iria para desfrutarem de um tempo juntos, antes de suas aulas começarem. Comeriam alguma coisa, depois ele te comeria, conversariam sobre algo até dar o horário, e você ter que despachá-lo para ir embora. Mas hoje não seria assim, e ele não queria lembrar de sua ausência, ou o quanto está sentindo sua falta agora.

Assim que chega em casa, deixando suas coisas esparramadas pelo lugar, se dirige até a cozinha, procurando algo para comer. Estava faminto. Assim que começa a consumir a primeira coisa que encontra pela frente, nota alguém se aproximando, e Fran aparece, com um olhar zangado e fechado:

- Como foi o treino? – Diz com a voz sem transparecer emoção alguma.

- O mesmo de sempre. - Responde, não querendo entrar muito no assunto, e explicar a grande perda de tempo que ele passou ao se obrigar a entrar naquele campo.

Tentando mudar o tópico da conversa para outra coisa, não querendo focar nele, ou no grande dia de merda que estava tendo, acha que encontrou uma boa o bastante ao avistar uma caixa de tamanho médio, encostada ao canto, e pergunta:

- Chegou alguma coisa? – Diz apontando com a mão desocupada, enquanto começa a guardar os restos do que estava comendo.

- Chegou sim, é para você – Matias não consegue deixar de notar o tom ácido que sai da boca do garoto. Estranhando, pois normalmente Fran é calmo pela manhã. Na verdade, ele é calmo o tempo todo. Ele quem costumava ser o invocado dos dois.

Decidindo ignorar o comportamento inusitado de seu colega de quarto, segue em frente em direção à caixa, tentando se lembrar de quando, ou o que ele havia comprado, pois não estava esperando nada. Quando finalmente abre, e vê o que tem dentro, seu coração erra uma batida:

- O-o que? – Solta gaguejando, sem conseguir formular uma frase.

Com as mãos trêmulas, abre totalmente o embrulho, quase rasgando toda a caixa no processo. A primeira coisa que avista, são algumas peças de roupa. Não é nenhuma peça em especial, mas ele se lembrava delas bem o bastante para saber que eram as que estavam guardadas em sua casa. O que droga elas estavam fazendo aqui?

Como se estivesse em um transe, começa a retirar rapidamente tudo do interior do pacote, sem se importar com a bagunça que a pilha de roupas está formando ao seu redor, até que ele para abruptamente. O moletom dele também está aqui. Aquele que você adorava, e se recusava a tirar do corpo em dias frios. Ele pega o agasalho e olha desacreditado para aquilo. Por que essas coisas estavam aqui? Você tratava aquela peça como o seu bem mais precioso, como se fosse algo novo e supercaro, não como o tecido super gasto que era, então por que isso estava na frente dele agora?

Vendo a cara de confuso do rapaz, e se compadecendo, Fran decide dar um contexto, e explicar o que aconteceu:

- Ela veio aqui mais cedo, para devolver suas coisas - Diz, e com nenhuma resposta do outro, continua - Disse que você tinha esquecido na casa dela.

Matias só continua olhando repetidamente para suas coisas, tentando assimilar tudo, e aparentemente, não estava conseguindo O garoto de olhos claros, solta um suspiro cansado.

- Vocês estavam ficando, não é? – Questiona finalmente, querendo acabar com a enrolação.

- Nós estamos ficando, no presente – Responde rapidamente, retrucando, e com um leve tom de raiva em sua voz. Vocês não terminaram, e mesmo com as palavras ácidas expelidas de sua boca, ele sabia, ou pensava que sabia, que vocês iriam se acertar. Precisava acreditar nisso.

- Não é o que parece, ela veio devolver as suas coisas, cara! – Rebate com sarcasmo e desdém.

- A gente resolve isso. – Vocês poderiam resolver, certo?

- É por causa da Malena, não é? Vocês vão voltar? – É possível notar o quão hesitante o garoto de olhos claros está em saber a resposta.

É a primeira vez que alguém o questiona isso em voz alta. Obviamente essa possibilidade passou pelos garotos, e por você também, devido ao jantar desastroso, mas ninguém, inclusive você, o questionou diretamente. E ele gostaria de saber pra poder responder, mas ele não sabe. Ele gosta de você, e muito. Mas Malena já é alguém com quem ele teve algo, e não consegue deixar de pensar, se ele queria tanto a garota mais velha, então porque simplesmente não respondia as mensagens dela, e te deixava partir de vez?

- Eu... eu não sei. – Conclui por fim.

E com isso, o outro garoto só lhe lança um olhar reprovador e o dá as costas, indo em direção ao quarto, fechando a porta bruscamente, causando um barulho alto, e o deixando sozinho com seus pensamentos e agonia.

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A semana se passa lentamente, cada segundo demorando uma eternidade, e os dias parecendo durar meses. Ele tentar ocupar esse tempo sem pensar em você, e mesmo com trabalhos, treinos, e provas, ele não consegue. Ele realmente tinha achado que em algum momento, você iria se arrepender, e ir procurá-lo, o que óbvio, não aconteceu. Ele sabia a quão persistente, e obstinada você poderia ser, o que ele sempre achou um traço incrível de sua personalidade, mas estava começando a odiar à medida que usava isso contra ele.

Quando finalmente o final de semana chega, ao contrário do que pensava, ele não estava com ânimo para nada, e os outros garotos pareciam compartilhar desse mesmo sentimento. Sem maiores planos, decidiram se reunirem todos no apartamento, para beberem, e jogarem alguma coisa enquanto conversam. Mas assim que chegam, se surpreendem ao não verem a mesma garota sorridente de sempre pela casa.

- Ela não tá se sentindo melhor ainda? – Enzo questiona. Normalmente você era uma das primeiras a chegar, sempre tentando ajudar em tudo e ser útil.

Matías já esperava que você não fosse aparecer, já que nem se dignou a responder as mensagens no grupo, quando foi feito o convite. Isso não significa que doeu menos.

- Desde sábado que ela ficou estranha, e acho que é por causa da sua ex - Aponta Steban, enquanto se dirige a cozinha e começa a guardar as bebidas que trouxera consigo na geladeira.

Que ótimo, tudo o que ele precisava para melhorar a sua semana caótica, era que trouxessem à tona justamente o assunto do qual ele estava tentando não pensar.

- Quer dizer, eu entendo que ela gosta do bocó aqui, mas ficar bravinha só porque a ex dele apareceu? É ridículo! Eles nem tem nada. – Diz Simon em tom de deboche.

Vocês não têm nada. Nada. Ele odeia essa palavra, e não está gostando nenhum pouco da forma como estão falando ao seu respeito. Para os olhares alheios, até pareceria que você estava exagerando, mas não era uma reação infundada. Tinha algo entre vocês, e mesmo não concordando com a discussão, sabia que era um direito seu se sentir como quisesse nessa relação, se é que ainda tinha alguma. Ele está chegando ao seu ponto de ebulição e não sabe como fazer parar. Sente como se pudesse explodir a qualquer momento.

- Dava pra ver que ela queria ficar com o Matias, só não sabia que ela era tão obcecada, e grudenta assim – Continua Simon com ironia.

- Não fala dela assim! – O garoto perde a postura e solta as palavras sem pensar. Ele não conseguiria ficar ouvindo alguém te criticando, e não interromper imediatamente - A gente tava ficando, satisfeitos? Por isso ela ficou brava. – Admite finalmente, querendo logo acabar com a discussão.

Está feito. Está tudo as claras agora, e estranhamente, ele se sente aliviado, como se tivesse tirado um grande peso das costas. Mas ao ver o olhar dos outros, percebe que está cedo demais para sentir qualquer tipo de alívio.

Enzo, é o primeiro a se pronunciar em meio a todos:

- Peraí, vocês estavam ficando todo esse tempo? – Diz em tom indignado.

- Sim – Confirma – Na verdade, ainda estamos. – Explica, tentando se convencer.

Fran, o qual o ignorou a semana toda, acha que esse é um bom momento para aparecer, e decide entrar na conversa:

- Não tenho tanta certeza disso, ela veio aqui segunda e devolveu as coisas dele – Conta ao resto do grupo - Ah mais uma coisa, ela também devolveu a cópia das chaves. - Termina dizendo com aborrecimento.

Fran retira o pequeno objeto do bolso, e joga em direção a cara de Matías, que o pega um pouco antes que atinja o seu rosto. Isso é mais sério do que ele pensava, se você devolveu sua cópia, era tentando dizer que não planejava mais voltar aqui. Ele ainda está inerte pensando nisso, quando é acordado pelos garotos e suas perguntas.

- Há quanto tempo isso? É recente? – Steban pergunta, enquanto retira um isqueiro, e acendo o cigarro que tem entre os dedos. Todos na sala dirigem seu olhar para o garoto, impacientes, para saberem logo a resposta.

E com muita vergonha ele fala a verdade. Ele já começou, então agora vai até o fim.

- Nós já estávamos saindo quando apresentei ela pra vocês. – Não demora muito para que todos façam as contas.

- Mas isso foi a meses! – Enzo retruca descontente.

Ele murcha em seu lugar.

-É, eu sei. – Responde com o olhar baixo.

Todos estão com expressões desapontadas nos rostos. Vocês dois vem mantendo segredo do restante do grupo, e eles não conseguem parar de questionarem o motivo. Se era porque não confiava neles, se não queriam estragar a dinâmica da amizade, ou se havia outra razão, ou mais especificamente, um outro alguém. Eles estiveram presentes em todo o relacionamento com Malena, então sabem do afeto que o garoto, e a ex tinham um pelo outro.

- Você ainda tem aquele acordo com a Malena? Por isso não assumiu a garota? – Enzo está possesso agora. Ele foi o que mais havia se afeiçoado a você.

O acordo. Ele nem imaginava que os meninos ainda se lembrassem disso, mas sim, foi esse o fator principal dele não querer levar as coisas entre vocês para frente. Não é preciso ele dizer nada, o silencio já fala por si só. Enzo fecha os olhos, tentando manter a calma, e diz por fim:

- Ela gosta de você, de verdade. O mínimo que você deveria fazer, é ser honesto com ela. – Ele é repreensivo e firme em sua afirmação.

Matias só acena com a cabeça em concordância com o mais velho. Você merece ao menos saber o que aconteceu, e o motivo do comportamento dele, mesmo sabendo que você não vai gostar nenhum pouco. E mesmo com medo de você julgá-lo, e odiá-lo mais ainda, ele tem que fazer isso, e depois dos recentes acontecimentos, não tem hora melhor do que agora. Mas quando anuncia sua decisão de sair pra te procurar, e tentar se resolver, Enzo diz com fervor:

- Você não está indo lá pra voltar com ela, e sim para se desculpar, e ser honesto. – Informa á ele, como se estivesse dando uma bronca, um aviso de que não deveria ultrapassar nenhuma linha. - Se não quiser ficar com ela, então a deixe em paz depois disso, e siga em frente – Diz duramente, mas ficando com pena do mais novo, e deixando a raiva de lado, prossegue - E vê se não estraga tudo. – Adverte por final.

E assim, se despedindo do grupo, sai a sua procura, esperando voltar com boas notícias. Com esperanças de que talvez você fosse compreensiva, e o perdoasse, podendo realinhar tudo o que sentem um pelo outro.

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Estacionando a alguns metros de distância do seu prédio, ele fica empacado no mesmo lugar, com os olhos fixos no volante, sem coragem de deixar seu assento. Ele saiu de casa com tanta determinação, mas conforme se aproximava de seu destino, se perguntava cada vez mais se essa era mesmo a decisão mais correta. Será que você ao menos o deixaria subir quando o interfone tocasse? Mas já se passou uma semana, sua raiva deve ter diminuído um pouco, e ele não acha que possa aguentar mais tempo do que isso separado de você.

Com um suspiro resignado, decide soltar o cinto, se libertando. E quando está prestes a abrir a porta do veículo, ele te avista, paralisando. A primeiro momento, ele aperta mais os olhos, tentando focar melhor, para ver se realmente era você, e não algo que ele estava projetando ou confundindo. Mas era você, tão perto, e ainda assim tão longe.

Você está saindo de um carro desconhecido, e enquanto ele está nervosamente tentando abrir a porta, e sair o mais rápido possível para te abordar, ele para ao perceber que você não está sozinha. E fica curioso ao ver você com um homem. Um homem mais velho, alto, e que ele amarguradamente tem que admitir, poderia ser considerado atraente.

Você está parada ao lado da porta do passageiro, encostada no carro. E o sujeito, dando a volta no veículo, se junta ao seu lado, enquanto te encara e começam a conversar. Ele está muito perto. Mais perto do que um colega ficaria. Quem era ele? Do que estão falando? E por que precisam conversar tão perto um do outro? O espaço pessoal existe para um motivo.

A mente do garoto corre solta, imaginando várias possibilidades, e ele acha que pode literalmente queimar de raiva quando você abraça esse estranho, ficando com o rosto escondido no pescoço dele, e ele passando a mãe em suas costas. É bom que aquela mão fique só ali, e não tente nenhuma gracinha, ele pensa irritado.

Quando pensa que não pode ficar pior, é surpreendido com o homem se afastando, e pegando um buque de flores, te presenteando. E ao contrário de você, a reação dele não está nenhum pouco feliz, ou satisfeita. Quem ainda faz isso?! É brega pra caralho! E não pode acreditar na quão animada você ficou com essa merda. Radiante e alegre, o completo oposto de quando o viu pela última vez. E mesmo sendo torturante, continua vendo a cena se desenrolar a sua frente.

Você não tem paciência para esperar que ele te entregue aquela porcaria, e corre para o abraçar – Outra vez! - Por pouco amassando as flores que estavam na mão do babaca. O garoto aperta o volante com força, até os nós dos dedos ficarem completamente brancos, e quando a exibição de cafonice acaba - Finalmente! – Vocês entram no carro, se dirigindo a garagem do prédio e sumindo de vista.

Ele tenta assimilar o que acabou de presenciar. Você estava trazendo homens pra sua casa? O lada dele na sua cama nem tinha esfriado e você já estava o substituindo? Não. Você não era assim, e ele não queria tirar decisões precipitadas, mesmo sendo difícil enxergar a situação de outra forma.

Mais frustrado, e confuso do que estava quando veio, ele dá meia volta com o carro e volta para casa, e quando passa pela porta com a expressão de poucos amigos, nenhum dos garotos precisa lhe perguntar nada para saber que independente do que aconteceu, não havia sido nada bom.

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Passando o domingo se recusando a falar com alguém, Matias é grato pelo chegar da segunda-feira, e poder ir ao treino de Rugby. Assim, ao menos teria no que descontar sua frustração, e poder redirecionar toda a sua raiva em algo produtivo, e tentar ser bom em favor de seu time.

Quando o treino chega ao fim, todos vão se trocar no vestiário, substituindo os uniformes surrados por suas roupas cotidianas. Apenas Simon, que insiste em usar a jaqueta idiota do time, pois gosta de exibi-la com orgulho no Campus para qualquer indivíduo do sexo feminino. Mas o resto, está como sempre, e desta vez, parecem mais satisfeitos com a desenvoltura do garoto com as melhores pernas do time, mas preocupados também. Ele estava quieto, o que é muito incomum, e se recusava a contar o que havia acontecido no sábado. Não querendo que ele ficasse sozinho naquele estado, se afundando mais em sua autopiedade, decidem ir todos juntos ao apartamento de Fran, para tentarem animá-lo e almoçarem juntos. Você não vai comparecer, é claro, e ele não gosta de como a sua ausência está se tornando cada vez mais constante.

Ele não precisa de babá, e também não está contente com a imagem frágil, de coração partido que deve estar passando, mas realmente queria pensar em outra coisa, e quem sabe um tempo com seus amigos o ajude um pouco. Então concorda, e todos, sendo eles, Matias, Enzo, Steban e Simon, entram no carro de Fran, quem fez o favor de lhes dar uma carona até sua casa.

Eles tentam engatar em uma conversa sobre o jogo, contando a Fran, já que o mesmo não fazia parte do time, em como o garoto de cabelos compridos havia se saído bem, uma tentativa falha de tentar animá-lo o bajulando. Mas nem isso foi o bastante para acabar com o mau humor dele.

No meio do trajeto, decidem que estão com muita fome, e não vão ter paciência de prepararem, ou pedirem algo e ter que esperar chegar em casa.

- Cara tô com fome pra caramba, vou desmaiar se não comer alguma coisa – Reclama Simon dramaticamente no banco de trás.

- Vou parar pra abastecer, se quiserem algo vão na loja de conveniência. – Responde Fran, já dando uma alternativa para o problema.

Enquanto Fran abastece, o restante dos rapazes vai até a loja, se preparando pra pegarem o máximo de coisas possíveis, alguns salgadinhos, bebidas e cigarros. Normalmente ele também estaria faminto, mas no momento ele só quer ir para casa, só desceu do carro, pois sabia que se ficasse esperando do lado de fora, os outros iriam se distrair, e demorar mais ainda.

Assim que entra, automaticamente vai em direção aos doces, já acostumado, pois eram os seus favoritos, e o que você sempre pedia. Mas quando chega, ele pensa que finalmente perdeu a cabeça e enlouqueceu de vez. Ele te avista parada bem ali, segurando duas barras de chocolates, e tentando decidir qual delas levar. Você está linda. Ele te viu a apenas dois dias atrás, mas foi de longe, e dessa vez, estava tão perto, mas não o bastante, e antes que ele possa impedir a si mesmo, ele caminha até você. Não é preciso te chamar, ou algo do tipo, pois você instintivamente já se vira, e encontrando o olhar dele, ele paralisa, sem saber o que fazer. Então diz a primeira coisa que vem em sua mente:

- Oi – Solta simplesmente.

Ele se xinga mentalmente, ele pensou em tantas coisas que queria te falar e te explicar, mas assim que te vê, perde a postura e todo a linha de raciocínio. Você parece surpresa, mas fecha o semblante quase que imediatamente, tentando controlar suas emoções. Antes que você possa responder alguma coisa, os garotos te veem, e se aproximam também.

- Ei sumida, vem cá – Enzo te puxa para um abraço apertado, assim como todos os outros a seguir, quando ele dá um passo para frente na mesma intenção, Fran aparece, e rouba sua oportunidade:

- Olha quem apareceu! – E se joga em você, te envolvendo nos braços, e te girando, o que arranco um riso sincero de você. Mas assim que te põe no chão, e seu olhar se encontra com o dele, fica uma tensão pairando no ar. Só os dois se olhando, sem saber o que fazer. Ele odeia, que a uma semana atrás, ele era o quem mais te tocava e tinha contato com você, e agora, era o único quem não podia te dizer oi, sem ficar tudo estranho. Quando ele vai recomeçar e dizer algo, o cara de sábado aparece:

- Ei gatinha, tem vinho tinto, vai querer levar? Eu sei que é desse que você gosta. – Afirma, sem desviar os olhos da garrafa, e perceber os outros presentes.

Fechando os punhos, em sinal de raiva, ele tenta se controlar. Agora, ele consegue examinar esse homem com mais clareza do que da vez passada. Ele é uns bons anos mais velho do que você, tem ombros largos, braços fortes, e parado em frente á ele, consegue notar que também é alto. Basicamente falando, era o total oposto dele, ele não imaginava que esse seria o seu tipo. E que raios de apelido é esse? Já são um casal? com intimidade pra ficaram trocando nomes carinhosos? Você nem parece se incomodar com o modo ridículo que ele te chamou, e ele pensa com raiva, que deve ser porque de onde vieram esses, tem muito mais.

Com a sua falta de resposta, o sujeito retira a atenção da bebida, buscando o seu olhar, a procura de algo errado, e então seguindo o mesmo, repara os meninos parados em sua frente. O homem dá uma olhada rápida em todos de cima a baixo, e ao invés de ficar incomodado ao ver você rodeadas de caras, ele abre um sorriso, e questiona com ânimo:

- Que legal, vocês são do time de Rugby da faculdade dela? – Diz apontando para a jaqueta de Simon, a qual contém o emblema da instituição, e com a escrita do time.

Enzo responde por todos:

- Que observador, somos sim! – E antes que note, estão todos os garotos engatados com esse estranho em uma conversa sobre o esporte. Já não basta você, agora todos tem que gostar desse cara também? Matías está com ainda mais raiva, e tirando o foco dessa discussão besta, sobre ataques, ou qual posição em que cada um atuava, ele nota que você também está bem desconfortável com essa interação entre eles.

E ele queria saber o porquê. Você não queria que o seu príncipe encantado o conhecesse? Era o típico nervoso do atual conhecer o ex? Ele odiava essa linha de pensamento.

Você toma uma atitude, e limpando a garganta bem alto, interrompe o debate:

- Foi muito bom ver vocês – Diz com um sorriso casto, olhando para os meninos a sua frente, menos para ele – Mas a gente tá meio ocupado agora – Vira o rosto para o seu acompanhante, e continua em um tom autoritário, mas disfarçado com falsa simpatia - Vamos? - Parece mais uma ordem do que uma pergunta.

- Claro – Concorda prontamente, entendendo o sinal de que você não quer prolongar esse encontro acidental. Mas algo muda, e de repente, ele parece se lembrar de algo, e com um olhar zombeteiro solta: - Mas tem certeza? Achei que você ia querer pegar camisinha, não foi pra isso que veio aqui? – Te provoca.

Que porra é essa? Matías acha que pode ter soltado um rosnado nesse momento, com essa nova informação. Não interessa se esse homem é maior que ele, ele vai arrebentar o sujeito aqui mesmo, e agora. Que merda de conversa é essa de comprar preservativos? A mera imagem de você embaixo desse cara, enquanto ele estoca profundamente dentro de você, o deixa com náuseas. Ele precisa fazer algo. Os outros devem perceber o quão exaltado ele está ficando, pois Esteban segura seu ombro o impedindo de avançar, e Fran lhe lança um olhar do tipo: se acalme!

O seu rosto fica vermelho, parecendo um tomate. Ele odeia, que esse imbecil esteja espalhando a intimidade de vocês assim, e repudia o fato de você ao menos ter intimidade com esse babaca. Você se engasga ao responder:

- Não quero mais, vamos! – E puxando o homem pela mão, dá meia volta, começando a se afastar.

Nessa hora ele fica furioso. Se pensava que o fato de você transar com esse estranho era nojento, a imagem só piora mil vezes mais quando pensa nele terminando dentro de você. Sem proteção nenhuma, pele na pele.

- Tchau rapazes! – Você se despede enquanto vai com pressa até a fila do caixa, ainda de mãos dadas com o sujeito.

- Foi bom conhecer vocês, boa sorte aí nas próximas partidas.

- Valeu cara. – Responde Enzo, enquanto os outros acenam, e se despedem também.

Ele só pode observar enquanto os dois ficam um ao lado do outro na fila. Parecendo um típico casal fazendo compras, e passando o dia juntos.

- Acho que ela já te superou, agora já sabemos por que ela estava tão ocupada esses dias – Simon brinca, mas o olhar fuzilador de Fran, é o bastante para calá-lo.

- Ele tava na casa dela – Fala. E os garotos o olham sem entender – No sábado, quando fui ver ela. Ele estava lá, vi os dois parados na entrada do prédio. – Explica. – Ele tinha comprado flores pra ela, nem tive como interromper o novo casal - Diz com amargor.

Seus amigos o olham, sem saber o que dizer ou fazer. Não tem como consolar alguém quem acabou de descobrir que a pessoa que ela gosta, está com outra. Não tem nada o que fazer sobre isso. Mas ele não pode ficar parado, vendo você ir embora assim. Sem nem ao menos falar nada, e agora ele quem se sente o trouxa aqui. Ele não foi embora com a Malena no restaurante, ele ficou com você. E agora você, quem está o dando as costas para ficar com outro. Ele tem que fazer algo:

- Eu vou falar com ela, distraiam o velhote enquanto isso.

Fran está prestes a interromper, para dizer que é uma má ideia, mas Enzo o impede. Mesmo não sendo as melhores das situações, vocês precisam conversar, e dúvida muito que você vai querer encontrar o garoto em outras circunstâncias.

Matias vai até você, dessa vez com atitude, certo do que quer fazer:

- Ei, a gente pode conversar? – Diz com convicção.

-Eu..eu…- Você não sabe como negar, sem ficar uma situação chata na frente do seu acompanhante.

- Pode ir, eu me viro aqui, te encontro depois no carro. – Responde o mais velho em seu lugar, e pela primeira vez, Matias gosta de algo que esse imbecil diz.

Você o lança um olhar mortal, e sem ter como escapar, concorda com o mais novo.

- Tudo bem, mas não aqui. – E assim os dois seguem para fora da loja, indo ao lado, onde tinha um estacionamento mais afastado e alguns banheiros. Quando já estão fora de vistas, sem pensar muito, ele te agarra pelo pulso e te arrasta para dentro de um deles. Poderia não ser o lugar mais romântico ou até limpo do mundo, mas teriam privacidade.

Ele não diz nada, só olha brevemente para o lugar, e ao constatar que se encontra vazio, te empurra contra a parede, colocando a mão em sua nuca para que não te machuque no processo.

- O que você tá faze… - Ele te corta, se lança sobre você, e juntando os lábios nos seus agressivamente, te beija. Você solta um som assustado, devido ao movimento inesperado, e tenta afastá-lo pressionando a mão contra o peito dele. E quando ele pensa que foi demais, e que é melhor te soltar, você amolece, cedendo nos braços dele. Soltando um gemido de satisfação, e levando as mãos que estavam o distanciando de você, a cabeça do rapaz, correndo os dedos por seus cabelos, e retribuindo o beijo com fervor. O puxando ainda para mais perto, se é que isso era possível.

Vocês são uma bagunça desesperada de grunhidos, e mãos percorrendo um ao outro incansavelmente. Cada movimento de seus corpos é carregado de eletricidade, se livrando da tensão dos últimos dias, e tentando recuperar o tempo perdido. Tentando absorver o máximo possível um do outro nesse breve momento. Cada toque, cada fricção de suas peles, e o calor que irradia sendo algo sagrado nesse instante.

Relutante, ele se afasta de você quando a falta de ar é presente, separando suas bocas e sentindo sua respiração falha. Com o rosto ainda próximo do seu, ele se curva, e rasteja uma trilha de pequenos beijos molhados até o seu ouvido, mordiscando de leve a orelha direita no processo, te causando arrepios.

- Eu tava com saudades – Sussurra em um tom baixo, quase como se estivesse te confessando um segredo. E desce os beijos em torno de seu queixo, pescoço e ombros. Rodeando toda a área e se dedicando a lamber e dar a devida atenção a cada uma dessas partes. Ele queria deixar marcas em tua pele, e poder sentir o seu gosto, te marcando como dele. Você inclina a cabeça pro lado, o dando mais acesso ao seu colo, se oferecendo a ele, o incentivando a continuar e te fazer se sentir bem.

E ele aceita a missão com prazer, se deixando levar e te atacando ferozmente. Mas em meio a sensação de prazer, de sentir seu calor, seu cheiro, depois de tanto tempo. Ele não consegue parar de pensar, no que você poderia estar fazendo mais tarde com o homem lá fora. Um do qual ele nunca ouviu falar, não sabe como você o conhece, ou o vínculo que tem. Ele odeia não saber nada, não saber o que fizeram quando ele foi a sua casa. O que fariam quando saíssem daqui. E há quanto tempo isso estava acontecendo. Ele não consegue se controlar mais:

- Você tá trepando com ele? – Pergunta com o rosto ainda enterrado em seu pescoço, mas cessando os beijos, ele sabe que é seu ponto sensível, e que quando te provoca ali, você não consegue se concentrar ou sequer pensar direito. E ele quer que você o responda.

Sua expressão é de confusão, tentando se situar e entender sobre quem ele está falando. E quando chega a conclusão, fica em choque e surpresa. Mas você não nega, em nenhum momento, e isso o deixa mais louco ainda.

- Ele te fode como eu? – Desce o rosto, roçando o nariz no vão entre seus seios, no decote de sua blusa. Você não diz nada, e ele dirigindo o olhar a você, responde - Não, ninguém pode te foder como eu, você sabe disso. – Afirma convencidamente, se pressionando ainda mais contra você, querendo te mostrar como o deixa maluco, e sua ereção está ali para provar isso.

- E se eu estiver? – Você desafia - Talvez seja isso que eu precise – Faz uma pausa dramática – Um homem, pra me mostrar o que eu estava perdendo, esse tempo todo.

Com isso, algo estala nele, e completamente fora de si, ele não perde tempo em agarrar suas coxas, entrelaçando suas pernas em volta da cintura dele, te prendendo. E quando faz um movimento brusco de fricção para frente, você solta um gemido abafado.

- Você não parece me achar menos homem agora, não é? – Pressiona seu sexo contra o seu, coberto apenas pelos tecidos de suas roupas. Ele ergue sua saia, a deixando na altura dos quadris, apertando suas coxas. Descendo as mãos até seu íntimo, não se surpreendendo ao te encontrar já úmida, estando tão excitada quanto ele.

- Porra, você tá tão molhada – Puxa a sua calcinha para o lado e continua – Eu preciso que você fique quieta agora – Te diz, e sem mais nenhum aviso, insere dois dedos de uma só vez dentro de você, o que resulta em um gemido alto, quase pornográfico – Quieta! – Te repreende. Colocando uma mão para tampar sua boca e abafar os sons indecentes que você solta. E a outra, permanece no trabalho contínuo de realizar movimentos circulares, e fundos para atingir o seu ponto sensível.

É tão bom. É bom pra caralho. É só o que ele consegue pensar. Está amando sentir em sua palma, as arfadas de ar provocadas pelos gemidos que ele consegue arrancar de você. Em como consegue fazer você se contorcer e arquejar para ele. Sentindo suas paredes se apartarem e estremecerem em seus dedos, ele sabe que você está perto:

- Goza pra mim- Ele acelera os movimentos – Mostra pra mim a garota boa que você é, e goza nos meus dedos – E só com essas palavras, ele escuta a sua lamentação com a sensação avassaladora, e sente quando você vem.

Não é um orgasmo calmo, relaxante ou até mesmo renovador. É forte, rápido, e apressado devido as circunstâncias. Se afastando, ele volta as suas pernas ao chão. Ainda te segurando e dando apoio, vendo como elas estão trêmulas e sensíveis.

Você tenta regular a sua respiração, para que ela volte ao ritmo normal. Ele nunca te achou tão linda. A cara de quem acabou de gozar, com as bochechas coradas, cabelo bagunçado e lábios inchados. Você está perfeita. E tão dele.

- Isso não significou nada, eu tenho que ir.

O encanto é quebrado com suas palavras diretas. Você desce sua saia, ajustando sua calcinha encharcada e arruinada. Se vira para o pequeno espelho do lugar, tentando ajeitar o cabelo, e lavando o rosto, para amenizar o rubor em sua face.

Sem mais nenhuma palavra, você sai, o deixando para trás. Sem despedida ou nada. Do lado de fora, a alguns metros de distância, o seu acompanhante está terminando de guardar as coisas no carro, o qual você entra apressadamente. E em menos de um minuto, ele se junta a você, e ambos vão embora, sumindo de vista.

É estranho, por mais que vocês tenham ficado, e ele tenha te feito gozar, ele se sente usado, e ainda mais distante de você. Você foi embora com outro! Com outro! Ele não consegue acreditar nisso.

Em meio a seu surto de raiva, ele não consegue se controlar. Lança a mão no bolso, e agarrando o aparelho, envia a mensagem que vem evitando a semana toda:

- Oi, posso ir te ver?

Não demora muito para que a garota mais velha o responda, e eles combinem de se encontrarem daqui a pouco. Ele ainda estava duro de sua sessão de amassos, e se você não queria ajudá-lo com isso, outra iria querer, e se você queria ficar com outra pessoa, então ele também iria querer.

Talvez seja assim que as coisas devam ser mesmo. Você ficar com alguém legal e doce, que goste de te dar flores e comprar o seu vinho favorito. E ele, mereça voltar ao seu passado.

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Notas: Eu me inspirei no filme para usar o esporte Rugby na minha história, e sei que nem todos os personagens citados, são os que respectivamente faziam parte do time no filme, mas lembrando!!! A obra é baseada nos ATORES e não no filme, seria até um desrespeito fazer isso com a história trágica que tem por trás. Só queria deixar isto claro. Tchau e até o próximo 🩵😙😙

#matias recalt x reader #lsdln x reader #matias recalt #enzo vogrincic x reader #esteban kukuriczka x reader

[hiraethwa]

one summer day

07 sun and moon. where you plan a surprise for ushijima’s birthday with the help of his teammates

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pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: as inspired by “i promised myself i would never fall in love but it was 4am and we were laughing way too hard and i felt happy for the first time in a long time" this one got a little out of hand hahaha :) hope you enjoy a cute slice of life chapter after all that angst from saturn parts i and ii - ave word count: 2.8k warnings: cursing, falling in love tags: @lemurzsquad -- (inbox me if you want to be added to the tag list)

august, second year

you hope that the boys did a good job of keeping your plan under wraps as you signaled to semi in the volleyball gym,. it’s summer break, and you had baked ushijima’s favorite cake as a surprise for his birthday. you have been planning this since the break started, coordinating with the boys on the team to celebrate his birthday. 

you stay hidden from his sight outside the doors, watching as tendo claps his hands twice to get the team’s attention, counting to three before they launch into a terrible rendition of the birthday song. it physically hurts you to hear the out of tune and unsynchronized singing, but you make your feet move forward. 

the candles on cake flicker as you step into the building, joining in to the singing as best you can. ushijima turns around to find you smiling sweetly at him, dressed in a white summer dress that falls to your knees, as if he heard you among the sea of voices. 

there is surprise in the way his eyes slightly widened, lips parting. he did not see this coming, you note with a strange sense of satisfaction, feeling a song coursing through your body. 

you stop in front of him, lifting the cake for him to blow the candles out. “happy birthday, toshi” you have been using that shortened version of his name for him lately, preferring the way it sounds. what you didn’t know though, was that the team has been giving him grief about you doing it, teasing him to no end when you were not around despite his repeated rejections of claims that the two of you were dating. 

a wide smile graces your lips as you soak in the way he stares back and forth at you and the cake before closing his eyes for what only felt like seconds, making a wish. you watch as his tongue darts across his lips before he puts out the candles in one breath. 

you hand over the cake to one of the first years, as ushijima thanks the team for the surprise and orders them back to practice in his captain voice. the third years had chosen him to lead the team, leaving shortly after they were done with interhigh nationals to focus on preparing for university entrance examinations. 

you know how significant it was for him to be chosen as captain. how he valued being relied upon by his teammates to see them through to victory. he aspired to be the dependable ace, and now he is. 

you place a hand on his arm, stopping them from resuming practice. it was evening now, and definitely time for dinner. you have a reservation booked at a restaurant in town, and have made the necessary arrangements for the team to be able to attend it. 

“coach gave you all time off tonight,” you announce, enjoying the various looks of surprise and respect on their faces except ushijima, who looks like he saw this coming. “c’mon, we have a dinner reservation in thirty minutes.”

they stand frozen in place, before one of the first years, shirabu, breaks the silence. “how did you do that? coach is so strict, he never lets us slack off at practice.”

you laugh, noting how they felt comfortable to address you now, a far cry from the beginning of the school year when they were too afraid to approach you whenever you visited your friends at practice. “that’s because i’m coach’s favorite,” you wink at the setter, sending him into a blushing fit. 

though the coach seemed hard to get along with, he had taken a liking to you after you brought him homemade food on a few occasions to bribe him into letting you stay and watch the matches. despite the mean facade he wears, he was always kind when he interacted with you.

you remember him taking a look between you and ushijima back in may, having noticed how you two seemed to appear together and how you stood closer than normal friends would, elbows touching and how only ushijima got packed bentos from you, and bluntly asked if you were dating. 

you had looked at ushijima, meeting his eyes and immediately looked away, heat burning your face all the way to the tip of your ears. and the two of you had denied it so quick and loudly that it caught the attention of the shiratorizawa players who were in the middle of a match. the spike the opponents sent back caught your team off guard, hitting soekawa in the back of his head and scoring the match point. 

coach had made them do a hundred serves each as penalty after the visiting college team left. 

sometimes you wonder if ushijima has told him anything about you to make him treat you so kindly. sometimes when you sat next to him at matches, helping him record the plays since they did not have a manager, and he talked to you about your life and your plans, he felt like more of a parental figure than your own parents. sometimes when he looks at you with that all knowing glint in his aged eyes, holding his words back and trusting you to make your own decision, you wish your parents were more present in your life. 

“go change into clean clothes, please!” you shoo the sweaty boys away from you when they try to give you a hug. the first years, recognizing the influence you have with their coach, had taken to lining up in a straight line, saluting to you with reverence. “yes, senpai!” 

you shake your head at the younger boys as they start cleaning up, jumping with excitement at the prospects of being given time off. you place the cake back into the cake carrier to bring to the restaurant as dessert. 

“y/n-chan!” tendo casually walks over to you, hands placed on his hips. “you look real pretty today. ushijima-kun must be over the moon that you dressed up for his birthday.” he grins at you teasingly.

you elbow the boy, rolling your eyes at him. “shut your mouth if you don’t have anything good to say, satori.”

“huh? anyone with eyes would be.” he sticks his tongue out at you, leaning back on the bench with his hands braced on either side of himself. 

you sit down next to him, watching the team packing up the equipment and mopping the floors. particularly the team captain. you got serious, remembering their recent loss in nationals. “how was practice? i know the interhigh loss must have been tough.”

“well enough, i suppose. we are constantly pushing each other to improve, ushijima-kun most of all.” he shrugs, pausing. you know that he gives his all and more to be the best out there. after all, he is one of the top three aces in the country at the high school level. but still, you worry that he is pushing himself too hard.

when school was in session, you had to drag your boys out of the gym by the neck on some evenings. they would lose track of time, practicing hours past practice, wearing their tired bodies down. and you would be there to tell them off. on some days, bribing them with food gets them out of the gym. 

tendo pins you with a knowing look. “i’m glad you found each other, you know.”

“who?” you frown at him. he needs to stop being so vague and whatever this is.

“you and ushijima-kun. he’s different around you, a good different,” he gestures toward you, “and you, you are happier around him. you smile more, and you come out of your shell to hang out with us. it feels like he’s the sun and you’re the moon, and you reflect the light he shines on you radiantly.” 

you understand what he meant. you, of all people, would know. being around ushijima feels like basking in warm sunlight in spring when it’s a little too chilly without the sun. though you don’t want to admit it, it feels like home. 

you don’t care to dig deeper and put a name to the feeling. you just wish to savor the present before it slips through your fingers. all you know is that you truly felt safe to be yourself around him. you love the person you are, the person you are becoming, with ushijima by your side. 

since that vulnerable night you shared with him months ago, he had kept his promise. whenever you took a step towards the light, he was right there next to you. and when the darkness tried to lure you back into its familiar embrace, he held your hand tight, refusing to let you go. 

slowly, but surely, you began to look forward to plans you made with your friends and classes that you found an interest in. to see the summer transition to autumn. to the life you would have after high school. music started to feel like magic instead of an escape. 

the hazy future that had avoided you became clearer. you had friends who cared about you. you grew the courage to show yourself and say the things you were too afraid to say in conversations. you smiled more, laughed more. you started living, and it felt good. it felt amazing, actually. you have developed the confidence to be the person that you kept hidden away for far too long.

“i’m the lucky one,” you mutter to yourself, lost in your own thoughts, failing to notice that tendo had been called away and the boys are filing out of the gym, chattering excitedly. semi calls out to you, “let’s go, y/n!”

“wait for me!” you yell back at him, jumping up and grabbing the cake carrier. semi links his arm through yours as you catch up to them. 

a lively air surrounds your group of friends as you head into town for dinner. your party of twenty takes up a good portion of the restaurant. talking and laughing about the most random things, from semi’s recent obsession with styling his hair to the time ohira got so nervous talking to a girl he said he likes her friend. 

the waitress comes by the table to take your orders, timidly trying to speak to the boys, but they are all distractedly speaking amongst themselves. so you stood up, clinking your fork to a glass of water to get their attention, telling them to decide on their orders and tallying up the different sets that they chose. she shoots you a grateful smile for making her life easier and not having to interact with the intimidating group of boys. you return an apologizing smile to her for your party who is being difficult to handle. 

dinner flies by with you seated between ushijima and semi. tendo rose to his feet, copying your earlier actions of clinking a utensil to a glass to get everyone’s attention. and proceeds to give a birthday toast to ushijima. “ushijima-kun, i am grateful to be able to call you my friend. happy birthday to the best team captain i have ever had!”

you all cheer for his sweet and simple birthday wish, sounds of clinking glasses and whoops fill the air. soekawa, seated beside tendo goes next, and then, ohira, and one by one, going around the table, birthday wishes are said to ushijima. 

shirabu wishes his senpai a great year of volleyball ahead and to win the nationals in his final year. semi admits that he admires ushijima’s work ethic when it comes to volleyball and for the soon-to-be third years to do their best. 

and then all eyes fall to you, the last one at the table to say something. the only girl sitting at the table full of strong-framed volleyball players. but somehow, you don’t feel like the odd one out. no, you feel perfectly comfortable with the group of friends who is beginning to feel like family.

but it is the pair of earth colored eyes that knocks the breath out of you. 

“wakatoshi, it has been my honor to call you my friend in the past year. you’ve seen parts of me that no one else had seen,” you pause, the hoots and excited clapping from the second years interrupting you. you shoot them a glare that promises death, realizing how your words implied something else. 

but you ignore the burning in your cheeks as you continue your toast. “and yet you stayed when you did not have to. you’re an amazing person, and an even better volleyball player. let’s celebrate this day next year and every year after that. happy birthday, captain!”

you meet his eyes, a warm light to them. a silent thank you reverberating in their depths.

no, thank you. a blink, and then a slow smile back to ushijima as the world fades away to silence until it was just the two of you. 

you see the understanding in his eyes. so many words left unsaid because they were not needed, not with him. they say soulmates complete each other. but you never believed in soulmates. even if they did exist, he wouldn’t be yours.

tendo is right. he’s a sun, capable of powering entire planets, and you are but a barren moon, thriving under his care, much like the other planets and their own moons in the solar system. just as the moon orbits the earth and the sun, so does the sun orbit the center of the milky way galaxy. and the sun is always out of the moon’s reach, destined for greater things.

you are grateful to have him in your life, but you know that sooner or later, he will move on. he is meant for more than just this. such is this life. so you will take whatever fate has given you and hold on to it tightly while you can. 

even if your souls are made from the same fabric, it is not enough for the ill-fated hand that you have been dealt. it should be enough for you to be able to share this time with ushijima. it has to be.

and then the noise comes flooding back in, pulling you back to reality as ushijima looks away towards someone who pulled him into a conversation. 

you stand up abruptly, unsettled by the realization that crept up on you. “i’m going to get some fresh air”, you say tightly to no one in particular, grabbing your purse and walking out the door. 

you settle on the curved bench, throwing your head back and enjoying the occasional cool breeze kissing the warm skin on your neck, legs stretched out like a cat. you stare up at the sky, at the moon and the stars twinkling in the distance. 

a heavy weight settling besides you startles you, sending you scrambling to sit up. “it’s me” ushijima. 

“hey, you. what are you doing away from your party, birthday boy?” you relax back into your comfortable position. sometimes you think you get high on air around him.

he nudges you. “not the same without the person who made it all happen.”

you unconsciously scoot closer to him despite the heat radiating off his body. “i enjoy their company, but i think the quiet suits me more.” against your best judgement, you lean in towards him, resting your heavy head against the curve of his shoulder. the silence always feels so loving in his presence.

“thank you,” you turn to look at him, finding his gaze already on you. his face is inches away from yours. that’s the closest you two have ever gotten, you think. you could lose yourself in his eyes forever. 

“for what?” it comes out as a whisper. 

there is a twinkle in his eyes. “for today. for making my birthday such a memorable one. for all the food you made me. for the green tea you keep stocked for me. for seeing me.” a smile graces his lips, “for being on my side. for nothing. for everything. for being you.” he lists, counting on both hands.

maybe it’s the way his voice calms you and soothes your fears. maybe it’s the feeling of his arm against yours. maybe it’s the way the moonlight is shining in his hair. maybe it’s the feeling of the melody that had been slumbering in you shift and open one eye. maybe it’s the way he saw your darkest and ugliest parts and still chose to stay. maybe it’s the way he felt like home.

because despite your best intentions, despite the promise you made to yourself to not fall in love, you find yourself stepping off the cliff.

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[vey-myname]

💫 take the stage ! | childe x reader • smau

・❥ pairing: dancesport! childe x f! reader

・❥ status: ongoing.

・❥ overview:

college has just started and you noticed that your college has a ballroom club. despite being mia in the dancesport scene for 3 years, with a hesitant yet excited heart, you decided to audition. as if the universe had a plan, you meet childe whom you become dance partners with for the rest of your college life. his personality may be different from yours but there is no denying your compatibility beyond dancing. when no one believes in you, even yourself, best believe he’ll always be the first person to believe in you.

・❥ themes:

smau, socmed au, college au, ballroom/dancesport partners to lovers, lots of innuendos lol, slightly heavy topics (personal issues, student issues, family issues), slight angst, unfiltered vulgar language, crack?, angst, fluff, suggestive content, timestamps don’t matter

・❥ warnings:

the content of this story contain vulgar language, family issues, and self issues such as self-doubt, self-crucifying, and belittling. should there be other topics and themes that may be triggering, i will add in this portion as well as tagging them in trigger warnings before the chapter starts.

reader discretion is advised.

take the stage masterlist [name]'s friends | childe bffs

chapters (💫 means written!) 001 • sometimes i still hear her voice… 002 • no. 003 • IM COPING 004 • YIPPIE YIPPIE YIPPIE 005 • audition day ! (💫) 006 • will you judge me 007 • story time 😝 008 • is this who i think it is? 009 • ayo? 010 • i’ll see you later?

011 • congratulations to this couple

012 • if you’ll let me (💫)

013 • OH.

014 • a little birdie told me

015 • done!

016 • ajax support group

017 • shush baby girl

018 • that’s on you

019 • ?

020 • uh oh

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