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keichartreusely · 10 months

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arguing and making up

genre: angst to fluff ft. sakusa, akaashi, kuroo x fem!reader

warnings: none

sakusa kiyoomi

guilt rushes through sakusa when he hears your muffled sniffles through the thin walls. he didn’t mean to hurt you, he really didn’t but it’s too late to take it back, is it? he walks over the door and softly knocks on the door twice “baby? let’s talk this out, please?” he asks, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as silently hopes you won’t refuse his offer “leave me alone sakusa” you hiccup between words, he feels a pang on his chest on the mention of his last name, something he hasn’t felt in a long time since he met you. pushing himself off the floor, “this won’t work” he thinks, wiping the stray tear rolling down his cheek before sprinting towards the kitchen. it’s been an hour since and the room is completely silent, your sniffles had gone down and only the soft hiccups could be heard. he enters your shared bedroom and frowns when he sees your body all slumped up on the floor, your eyes puffy and nose red from all the crying. he sits down beside you and ushers you to snuggle on his chest, you fight him for a while before crying when his words rung on your ear once again “baby let me make it up to you, yeah? I know i’m not good at this and i’m so sorry about earlier, i’m sorry i was just stressed at work and i ended up lashing out on you and said things i didn’t mean, you’re not clingy and overbearing, you know that, right?— i know i shouldn’t shout at you regardless but i’ll try harder baby, give me a second chance i won’t mess it up again i promise” he kisses your eyelids softly, reassuring you that he really does mean it, that he’s really willing to try, “don’t be mean to me like that again please” voice cracking as your fingers draw little circles on his chest “it’ll never happen again, i’m so sorry y/n i love you so much” he pushes your hair away your forehead and wipes your tears with his free hand “i got something for you c’mere baby” he engulfs you in his arms, carrying you out of the bedroom. your lips tremble at the view in front of you, a fort where all your favorite food, drinks, pillows and plushies are displayed at the small fort “i love you so much omi” you hug him a little tighter than earlier and he smiles “i love you more than you know i do” “i didn’t know the sakusa kiyoomi was such a sap” “only for you”

akaashi keiji

he runs his finger through his hair in frustration, wincing as the image of your lips trembling when he had called you “easily replaceable” and “annoying” appears on his mind. he mentally beats himself up for not stopping his mouth from spouting things he doesn’t mean, he knows he doesn’t, all 19 years of his life, he had never met someone so understanding, supportive and someone he imagined a future with, sure, he loved those girls he had used to date but no one compares to you. he shifts in his seat as he stares at the clock, it’s already seven in the evening yet you haven’t replied to any of his text messages, he hates on how it’s his fault why you left the house and now he’s looking for you. he perks up from the living room when he hears the door creak slowly, running on the door and frowns when you avoid him and his hug “y/n? i didn’t mean to hurt you and– i didn’t mean it, please baby” he tails behind you like a lost puppy as you put down your things on the counter “you managed to akaashi” you almost scoff when you hear him swallow a lump on his throat, you were about to turn around before two arms grip your waist, you attempt to squirm out of his hold but you notice how he only tightens it more “kaashi let go” “no please” you sigh and let him hug you for a while, until that “while” turns into hours as you fall asleep in his arms. you wake up around ten in the evening, a large figure holding you to his chest as you try to shove off yourself from him but he wakes up and kisses your forehead as he mutters out hundreds and thousands of apologies “y/n i’m sorry, i’m really glad you’re with me and no, no matter where i go i know i’ll never find someone like you, i’m sorry for the way i spoke to you earlier, i was being a dick earlier and i’m really sorry please don’t leave me again” “if you’re having a bad day kaashi just tell me” “it’s keiji to you” “mmh k” “ wait i have something for you hold on” he grabs a big box from under the bed using his left hand, placing it onto your lap “open it” “what is this?” “it’s called a gift for a reason” “keiji”just open it” your eyes widen as soon as you see favorite hoodies, chocolates, and tickets to the band concert you’ve been eyeing since before “keiji..” you pout as he rubs your temple “there’s more but let’s rest for now okay? let’s cuddle now please, i love you so much baby” “love you too”

kuroo tetsuro

honestly, arguments with kuroo weren’t new to your relationship. you’d always somehow have something to argue about, but usually, you’d make up after hours, agreeing that it was petty and childish. however this one is different, you hated how he pushes the right button, and that’s something you manage to live with since before. before you go even dated you knew that kuroo was this kind of boyfriend from all the years of pining him and also the roaming rumors around the school. however, that didn’t stop you from falling in love with him, it only made you, in fact, even more in love. today marks your second anniversary and he was nowhere to be found since early in the morning, maybe he just did something you had think that, even when you knew it was his day off today. it was quarter to eleven when he had arrived, you could hear the keys jingle from the outside. he opens the door, panic in his face as he runs to you, you dodge him in knowing, turning your back against him “you’re a fucking jerk kuroo” you slam the door in his faxe and crawl on the bed before hugging your body tightly, humming to yourself as you try to lull yourself to sleep. kuroo hadn’t felt so shitty before, your anniversary completely disappeared from his mind. he walks back and forth in the kitchen anxiously before grabbing his phone from his pocket, dialing some number. you woke up at 12:45 am, dried tears still visible on the pillow, you don’t cry anymore as you accept that he had completely forgotten about it. you rub your eyes as you tiptoe out of the bedroom, but your heart stops when your eyes land on kuroo who was dressed up in a suit “oh! .. yer awake y/n—look i’m sorry, i really am, i was an asshole for forgetting about our anniversary. you don’t have to forgive me but please give me a chance to make it up to you tonight” he walks towards you and stands straight, offering his arm “wait let me get dressed—“ you look absolutely gorgeous and beautiful y/n” you stare at him before grabbing his arm and walking through the door. your eyes fill up with tears when you arrived at the park, fairy lights surrounding the tree beside the wine, roses, and a cake with “happy 2nd anniversary” written on it on the picnic blanket. he wraps his arm around you, leaving a kiss on your forehead “i’m so—“ “don’t apologize anymore kuroo, let’s just enjoy, please?” you held out your hand which he gladly took in his and kissed the back of it “thank you y/n, i love you so so much” “i love you too tetsu”

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keichartreusely · 11 months

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10:28 pm — manjiro sano ‘mikey’

— .fluff, comfort fic, gn!reader, just showering mikey in love when he's not feeling his best because that's what he deserves :( reblogs are appreciated <3

the night is bright with brimming city lights, pretty smiles and laughter reaching mikey’s pale cold ears through the open car window. the wind is harsh on his skin, and it’s just one of those nights where manjiro feels his heart clench, eyes dimmed with thoughts occupying his mind. sanzu is in the driver’s seat, his eyes following his boss’s frail movements. but he remains quiet till he drops manjiro off at his house.

he thinks he has sinned, sins too disturbing to ask for forgiveness. and yet he still wonders why you always wait for him in that white leather couch, with a book in your hand — just like always.

a delicate smile from you was all that took to touch his heart. “you’re back.” you’re excited, filled with glee as you let him sink his tired body right next to you. he doesn’t talk, he can’t, not without breaking down in front of you.

but you know that look in his dark eyes, it yearns for your touch, for the warmth that’s spilling from your heart. “baby,” his throat is hoarse, chest heavy and he thinks of what has happened in his life, everything that’s made him the person he’s become. “i’ve hurt so many lives. i’m a terrible person.”

and it breaks your heart to see him like this. manjiro yet again wonders why your touch feels so soft against his face, such gentleness that he’s never got to experience in his life.

“don’t say that,” you say, eyebrows furrowed as your gaze falls on the crystalline tears that fall from his eyes. “you’re not. terrible people aren’t capable of loving someone like you do, manjiro,” you soothe, whispering the words as you let him sink his head on your shoulders. your voice is so soft, and his hands grip the oversized shirt that you’re wearing.

even though he won’t say it out loud, he feels safe in your presence, he feels belonged — something he hasn’t felt in a long time. “why do you stay?” he asks, voice low as his lips quiver on your shoulders. his tears wet your skin but you hold him close, your fingers weaving through his white bleached hair so tenderly.

“i want to, because i love you,” you say. it’s not much, but it hits a certain string in his heart and he wonders how an angel like you is able to love a broken puzzle like him.

“when i fell in love with you, i fell in love with every part of you. even the parts that make you think you’re hard to love,” you reassure him, words dripping like honey on his ears. he looks up to meet your gaze, and in them, he finds nothing but sweet love and care.

your eyes are just as wet as his, and there’s something so beautiful in comforting your lover, someone whom you can trust with all your heart. “oh angel,” he gasps, cupping your face to smear a kiss on your lips. you’ve always thought of manjiro like a moon, it shines in the glory of the stars, but there’s always a part that’s hidden by darkness.

it’s night like these that you’re able to touch the hidden parts of manjiro sano. “i love you,” he says and there’s relief in his voice, his fingertips cold on your cheeks and you realize that you are what he craves in these rough nights.

love feels like an ocean wave when you’re with him. it washes over you and leaves you vulnerable, so vulnerable, only for manjiro to love you with all the adoration he has in his heart. as he sleeps in your arms with dried stains of tears on his cheekbones, he lets himself feel your warmth.

and once again, he realizes that love is beautiful, especially when it’s from you.

reblogs and likes are very much appreciated 🤍

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