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sinstear · 10 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— IN YOUR ARMS, WHERE IT’S SAFE.

been thinking a little too much about abby after santa barbara. a once confident, brutal yet adventurous and tactical woman who didn’t let anyone get in her way, to a reserved shell that flinched or panicked whenever something bad happened around her. how her only thought is to make sure lev is safe and protected from the world they’re running from. every night that she goes out to look for extra supplies has her paranoia heightened, making sure to look over her shoulder every step she takes, not wanting to take any chances.

those late nights that she goes without lev to find more food, extra supplies, leaving them back at the small shack they called home, alone, plays on her mind the entire time. worried and anxious if she made the best decision to go by herself, but the other part of her brain didn’t want her to stress so much, she had food and drink to find, to make sure neither of them got sick, to never have that fear or feeling of dying again.

the place is empty. quite. once, that much quietness had abby on high alert, looking around for any sign of danger, but now? now she was rushing, pushing herself to just find what she came here for. she tries to ignore the way her brain already wants to leave, and keeps pushing herself forward. she promised lev she would be back with food, or at least something for them to eat, and she wasn’t about to break that promise because of her high paranoia. she’s not by herself anymore.

the store clearly had been ransacked hours before, but abby was used to doing patrols and going out for extra supplies, so she knows there is always something left on the shelves, in the drawers, or even tucked away hidden. wiping her forehead with her arm, abby slowly makes her way around the isles while trying to make as quiet of sounds as she possibly could. she didn’t really prepare herself like she would have done years ago, maybe that’s her own fault, but right now getting back to lev alive and well was the second thing on her mind. finding something to eat was the first.

her stomach grumbled at the singular thought of eating something that wasn’t bread she found a few days ago and sighed softly at the sight of a couple tinned food cans on the shelf near one of the back exit doors. thankful that whoever was here, was in a rush to get what they could to not realize they had practically saved her night by leaving behind a little something that is good enough for lev to eat.

her feet carry her slowly, she’s tired, she’s been walking around for a good few hours to find a place, and now that she’s found one, she can feel the exhaustion in her body. the ache in her bones and muscles that haven’t gone away in months. one good nights rest is all she asks for, but will she ever get that? will there be a day where she doesn’t have to look over her shoulder, and relax? even she doesn’t know.

by the time she gets to where she wants, abby doesn’t have enough time to react, she just cowers away into herself when another hand touches hers abruptly, which were reaching for the same canned food she spotted. those eyes go wide when she notices a woman looking at her, then the food and then back at abby with a small curve in her lips. “sorry, was in my own world then, did you want it?”

nothing seems to come out her mouth as she just stares. slightly scared, and the rest of her somewhat calm. she doesn’t know why, but she was.

“didn’t mean to scare you,” they whispered, offering their name which causes abby to relax enough that she can put her arms back down, stop protecting herself to respond with her name.

“abby.”

“s’pretty name. abby” you test out her name, another smile appearing on your face as you do. “nice to meet you,” you lift your hand out towards her and you feel your heart break when she flinches back away from you. “oh, no, i won’t hurt you,” you frowned, shaking your head sadly.

abby’s at a loss for words, really, she doesn’t know what to say or do while you look at her with such a soft look that makes her feel like she is going to explode from how gentle you were, and how slow you approached her. “i promise, if you need the food, it’s yours” you offered again, holding the canned food out for her.

“you got it first,” was the second thing that came out her mouth. looking at you, analyzing you silently.

“are you here alone?”

“i have lev at,” she paused, eyebrows furrowed in a tight frown. “at home. so i’m just trying to find something for them to eat”

“would you,” it was your turn to stumble over your words as she wiped her face again, huffing at herself softly. “want to stay with me? i have warm water, you could have a shower, it’s hard to find that lately, i can make you something to eat. i have a room you can sleep in, if you want. you don’t have to, i would just feel safer knowing you are safe” you rambled, waving your hands around.

the blonde is at a loss for words again, she’s met a few groups of people since that night, but none of them had ever offered to help her and lev. let alone offer to let them both stay in their house, and you could tell she was fighting with herself at the sudden stare she was giving you. more confused and terrified this time. “i can’t ask you to do that. we will be okay”

“you’re not asking me, m’offering you to stay with me. for however long you want. there’s no pressure, but company is always nice. i would really like company, especially when finding that company is really hard now”

“i- we would have to go back home, and get lev first, and make sure they are comfortable staying with you. i’m fine with it, but i’m all they have left. we are all each other have now”

abby’s heart thumps in her chest at your sudden bright smile, and nodded up at her. “s’okay, there’s no rush. as long as you are both comfortable with it. oh, your food!” you laughed, looking away as your face heated up. “please take it, you had it first”

“you had it first, actually.” abby laughed softly.

the sound had your heart thumping loudly in your chest this time.

taking the tins from your hands carefully, abby finds herself blushing as your fingers graze hers before pulling away just as quickly with a clear of her throat. “shall, shall we go?”

“lead the way, abby”

your house wasn’t one that she assumed you would live in. she expected something small, or tiny, not a complete farmhouse. and you offered to let her and lev stay here? after quickly agreeing, saying where they lived was too small for the pair of them, and multiple panics about abby taking a little longer than usual, the blonde reassured she would always come back and this was a chance to change their life. have something they haven’t had in a while. comfort and safety.

abby’s cautious of when she steps foot in the small home that you’ve made for yourself. her once bright eyes, now almost lifeless, bore into everything. silently making sure nothing is going to pop out and hurt lev here. when you notice the worried look on her face, you take a small step towards her, a soft smile on your lips and you simply hold your hand out for her. “i won’t hurt you, i promise” you assure her, even though you don’t have to. you’ve already been good enough to let her and lev stay here, so she just nodded at you, looking at your hand before holding hers out for you. slightly flinching when you hold onto hers softly. “it’s okay,” you smiled again. your smile suddenly becomes her favorite sight.

even after you’ve made something for them to eat, she watches you closely, especially with the way you rub lev’s shoulder when you place both bowls of stew on the table and that if there is anything else they want to eat or need, just tell you and you will gladly make it or get it for them. she still watches you when you make your way into the kitchen. and there’s a sudden drop in her stomach upon hearing the latch of the back door opening that has her bolting off her chair, looking for you with wide eyes.

“hey, i was just going to— abby? what’s wrong?” you frowned in your spot, noticing her now sweating and crimson face looking down at you. “hey,”

“where are you going?” she found herself asking, a little too rushed for her liking.

“i’m just going out to hang the laundry,” you smiled tiredly, chewing your bottom lip gently. “m’not going anywhere. do you want to come with me? lev is happily eating in the living room, so you’re more than welcome to join me. you are a little taller than me so, you can hang up some stuff for me”

abby doesn’t hesitate to agree. her sudden urge to be around you constantly peaks through as she turns around a final time to just check on lev, who was reading one of the books you left out and eating away at their food. with a final nod to herself, abby rushes herself through the small kitchen and through the back door, where she finds you already hanging up some of the cleaned clothes with that soft smile still on your face.

“need help?” abby finds herself smiling this time. a real one.

“always. get over here”

the blonde already knew she could trust you. just by how gentle you were with her. not pushing her to talk about something you knew was making her uncomfortable. you didn’t ask about the scars on her arms when you saw them, you just simply pressed a soft kiss to the ones on her hands and continued your task. she asked you about your life, and how you got here, which you gladly shared. with each word you gave, it drove her closer to you. she continuously found herself not even doing what you asked her and simply watched the way you spoke, the way your eyes lit up at the mention of something you loved doing, or how you spoke with your hands at times.

you still noticed the way she would cower away or flinch you when touched her as the night came and the stars shone in the sky, or a loud noise rang out but for the most part, abby apologized and said it wasn’t you, it was trauma that she’s been dealing with, still dealing with and you constantly reassured her that it was okay. she doesn’t need to apologies for being jumpy with certain things. the one time she let you touch her without flinching, was when she dropped the laundry basket because you had slammed one of the chicken cages shut, and rushed towards her and held her hand tightly, without another thought you rubbed the back of her neck comfortingly and and smiled against her temple. assuring her that everything was okay.

that same night, when lev is finally at peace and can get a good rest, she is the one who can’t fall asleep, like usual, she finds herself knocking on your bedroom door, thanks to the soft bed lamp shining under it. stumbling and blushing once you yell a soft ‘come in’ and she finds you curled up on your bed, reading a book. “you okay?” you ask, closing the book, leaning over to your side table and placing it down carefully before looking over at her again. “can’t sleep?”

“no,” abby pauses, chewing on her bottom lip harshly. “can i stay in here with you?”

“of course, come here”

and she could cry at how you open your arms for her.

the second she practically slumps her body on yours, and you rest one of your hands on her back, and the other instantly goes to her hair, she breaks. quiet and reserved abby cries in your arms when you, the first person to see her like this, thread your fingers through her hair, whispering against her forehead how she’s still so effortlessly beautiful. she doesn’t say anything though, she doesn’t have to, she just lets you comfortingly scratch her scalp at crazy hours of the night because you know she’s struggling to fall asleep peacefully.

“m’not gonna let anything or anyone hurt you ever again, okay?” you promised. hand slowly rubbing comforting circles on her back under her bed shirt. “you’re both safe here. i promise to protect you both with my life. you are safe, everything is okay”

for the first time in years, abby could finally close her eyes that night. both her and lev were safe. the safest she’s felt in a long time. because with your arms around her, and lips against her forehead in a hushed promise that you were here for her, she felt better. she felt content. she felt at home.

your promise of protection meant more to her than she could ever tell or show you.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson angst #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby anderson fic #abby anderson fanfic

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lovelywritten · 2 months ago

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There are three kinds of wives...

What type of wife Haikyu characters would have:

The one who buys a frying pan for cooking purposes...

akaashi keiji, ushijima wakatoshi, sugawara koshi, iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, sawamura daichi, yamaguchi tadashi, ennoshita chikara, daisho suguru, aone takanobu, ojiro aran, sakusa kiyoomi.

The one who tests out the frying pan by battling with invisible figures in the air...

kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutaro, hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tendou satori, haiba lev, goshiki tsutomu, nishinoya yu, azumane asahi, yaku morisuke, koganegawa kanji, semi eita, hoshiumi korai.

And there are those who threatens their partner with the pan...

kozume kenma, tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, tanaka ryunosuke, yamamoto taketora, kyotani kentarou, terushima yuuji, shirabu kenjiro.

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levandright · 7 months ago

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WHAT THE HEART WANTS ★ K.SN & Y.JW | TEASER

synopsis. you love your best friend, kim sunoo. but scared of confessing and possibly losing your precious friendship, you'd rather let these feelings left unsaid and buried in your heart. so, what do you do if a popular underclassman confesses to you on valentine's day?

pairings : bsf! sunoo x f!reader, jungwon x f!reader ♦ content / warning(s) : unrequited love, yn is scared to confess, yn has a hard time choosing, fluff, jungwon is a sweetheart ♦ est word count : 4-6k ・ archive ᐢ..ᐢ lev notes : hopefully i can post the first part in a week or two, this is based a lot from my experiences but happier(bcs of the poll) i estimate there will be 3 parts in total for this because of reasons i cannot spoil for now ^-^

you held a lot of secrets, and out of all the secrets you hold close, the feelings you have for sunoo are by far the heaviest. they live in the quiet spaces between you: in every smile he gives you, in every joke you share, in the warmth of every comforting hug, and in the countless secrets you’ve entrusted to each other. he knows so much about you, maybe even more than anyone else. but there’s one truth you’ve never told him, one that sits like a stone in your heart, heavier than all the others.

truth is, sunoo is more than just a friend. somewhere along the way, he became your safe place, your first call in moments of joy and the one person you seek in times of pain. he’s become the one person you feel you can tell anything to. anything, that is except how much he truly means to you. and no matter how many times you imagine confessing, a familiar fear always rises up, wrapping around you like creeping vines: what if he doesn’t feel the same? what if telling him shatters this beautiful, fragile bond you share?

so you make a decision. you decide not to tell him. instead, you resolve to stay silent, to hide your feelings and let them fade on their own, like colors slowly washing out in the sun. you tell yourself that it’s better this way, better to preserve the friendship you cherish than risk losing him altogether.

it’s harder than you imagined. every day with him feels like a test of your willpower, a delicate dance of pushing down what your heart keeps trying to whisper. you start training yourself to see him as just a friend, catching yourself whenever your thoughts drift too far. when he laughs at one of his own jokes, that contagious laugh lighting up his face, you remind yourself that he’s just sunoo, your best friend. when he smiles that bright, heart-stopping smile of his, you train yourself to look away, to ground yourself in the friendship you already have.

there are moments when the urge to reach out and just say everything rises up so suddenly it almost takes your breath away. but each time, you swallow it back, promising yourself that this silence is worth it, that keeping the friendship untouched by unspoken confessions is worth the cost of unexpressed love.

days turn into weeks, and then into months. slowly, it gets a little easier. you start focusing on other things, leaning into hobbies you’d neglected, spending more time with other friends, and setting new goals for yourself. the ache in your heart begins to dull, like a bruise fading with time. you find yourself thinking less about every text he sends, letting go of the habit of analyzing every word, every emoji. the butterflies that once took flight at the smallest hint of his affection start to quiet down, becoming memories of something you’re learning to let go of.

then one day, it happens. the two of you are sitting together, laughing over some ridiculous story he’s telling, and you realize with a sudden, quiet clarity that you’re no longer waiting for something to happen between you. the pang you used to feel when you looked at him that longing for something more, feels almost absent, replaced by something softer, more comfortable. and just like that, you understand: maybe, just maybe, you’re finally moving on.

the realization fills you with a bittersweet sense of relief. there’s freedom in it, a lightness that settles over you as you realize you can finally be by his side as just a friend, without the constant weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on you. you’re proud of yourself, too. proud of the strength it took to let go of what could never be, to find peace in what you already have instead of yearning for something more.

as days pass, you find yourself enjoying this new stage in your friendship. without the burden of your secret feelings, every moment you spend together feels lighter, easier. you laugh freely, knowing there’s no longer an unspoken confession lurking in the back of your mind. the quiet ache that once colored every shared joke, every smile, is gone or at least you tell yourself it is.

and sunoo notices the change, too. one day, as you’re both walking home after a long day, he glances at you, a smile tugging at his lips.

“you seem… different lately,” he says, his voice soft but laced with curiosity.

you smile back, hoping he doesn’t notice the slight blush on your cheeks. “different? how?”

he tilts his head, squinting at you thoughtfully. “i don’t know. happier, i guess? like something’s changed.”

you laugh, brushing it off with a casual shrug. “maybe i just finally figured some things out.”

and it’s true. you feel lighter now, free from the weight of what-ifs and unspoken desires. for so long, you had convinced yourself that sunoo was the only one who could fill that place in your heart, that loving him was something you had no control over. but now, you understand that love doesn’t always need to be confessed, that sometimes, the strongest kind of love is the one that allows you to let go, to find happiness in simply being close.

yet, even as you convince yourself that you’ve moved on, there are quiet moments that betray you. sometimes, when he throws his arm around you casually, or when he looks at you in that way that’s both familiar and fond, you feel a faint flutter, like an old feeling waiting to resurface. it’s a quiet, buried warmth, something you’re not sure you’ll ever truly get rid of. but you keep it hidden, folded away in a place you don’t have to look at too often. you’ve buried it well, but it’s still there, waiting.

for now, you’re content to keep that love hidden, unspoken and safe. you tell yourself it’s okay. the soft warmth in your chest isn’t a burden anymore, it’s just a part of you, a gentle reminder of a love that didn’t have to be spoken to be real. you’re happy by his side, as his friend, sharing laughter and secrets and every small, precious moment in between.

so you continue on, content in the simple joys of being sunoo’s friend. and if that buried love still lingers in the quiet, unguarded moments, well, that’s something you’ve learned to live with. it’s enough, you tell yourself.

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misaerabl · 1 month ago

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ARGH i’m cooking up an Abby x Reader post-TLOU2 fic where you and Abby meet and slowly bond—trading books, a kiss perhaps—until you get bitten. Lev stops her from putting a bullet in your head and convinces her to just lock you up somewhere.

A mercy. A delay.

When Lev sneaks back a few days later—without Abby knowing—he finds you still breathing.

Still human.

You’re pale, starving, barely conscious… but not turning.

It’s been over a week. That’s not supposed to be possible.

and then, scene:

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“Don’t you think it’s fate, Abby? Your father was a doctor—he was this close to making an actual cure. And now here I am.

You’re trembling, dirt-streaked, blood dried like rust under your fingernails. She won't look at you.

“Maybe this was always meant to happen,” you whisper. “Maybe I was meant to find you. Maybe I’m supposed to finish what he started.”

Abby laughs—sharp, bitter. It sounds like it hurts coming out.

“Don’t do that. Don’t turn this into some… cosmic second chance.”

“Why not? You think I showed up in your life for no reason? That you held a dying girl in your arms and locked her away instead of killing her because it meant nothing?”

She flinches like you struck her.

“You’re not him,” she says. “You’re not Jerry. You’re not Ellie. You’re not some fucking miracle.”

You step closer. Her fists are clenched so tightly they’re trembling.

“Then what am I, Abby? A punishment? A test? Because your ghosts—your dad, that girl, the Fireflies—they’re clawing their way back and wearing my face to do it.”

She doesn’t say a word. Her chest rises and falls like she’s fighting to breathe.

“I didn’t ask to be immune,” you say, quieter now. “But maybe fate doesn’t care what we want. Maybe it just hands us the knife… and waits to see if we’ll use it.”

#it's angst of course #sae scraps ༊·˚#abby anderson #the last of us #tlou #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #tlou2 #abby tlou #abby tlou 2 #abby anderson fan fiction #abby fanfic #abby x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson tlou 2

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ventxlabs · 2 months ago

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saintlevrant · 11 months ago

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Damn a Mercedes, Audi, Bentley, Rolls, Ferrari, Lambo, BMW, and all them overcompensating ass cars.

I'm tryna get fucked in Lev's black Volkswagen Arteon.

#model daddy has a Volkswagen 🤧 I'm so down bad for him #and it's blacked out cause he thinks it makes him seem grown and sexy #but it's like slapping a paw patrol sticker on an rnb album #idk Y'ALL GET THE DAMN POINT #shit #I ain't gotta explain how this man make me wanna put my gag reflex to the test dammit #q 🦎#leaux needs help #haikyuu!!#haikyuu scenarios #hq hcs #haikyuu #mdni #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu lev #haikyuu thoughts #hq lev #hq smut

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goshikisbaee · 2 months ago

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Hello there 👋

Idk if you already did that on here or on tiktok but could you do a bf goshiki headcanon? Like the ones with tendou or Lev here

You put me in my haikyuu phase AGAIN XD love your works

I’ll never refuse a Goshiki request 💞

Goshiki As Your Boyfriend Headcanons ♡

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Always Trying to Impress You

Whether it’s volleyball, lifting groceries, or cracking a lame joke, he needs your approval like it’s oxygen.

LOUD About His Love

He doesn’t even try to hide it. He’s the type to shout “THAT’S MY S/O!” after you do literally anything remotely impressive.

Gets Embarrassed Easily

He’ll act bold, but the second you compliment him or kiss his cheek, he short-circuits and gets all red-faced.

Hyperfixated on You

Once he starts talking about you, it’s over. The team has to listen to him gush about how cool and amazing you are for the next 20 minutes.

Practices Love Confessions in the Mirror

Even after you’re dating, he’ll still rehearse things to say to you like it’s the first time.

Jealous Easily (but tries to play it cool)

If someone flirts with you, he puffs up like an angry cat. “Not that I’m jealous or anything!! B-But don’t talk to them like that!”

Brings You Snacks After Practice

Will literally sprint to the nearest konbini to get your favorite snack if you even hint that you’re hungry.

Wants You to Watch Him Practice

He plays twice as hard when he knows you’re watching. 100% trips at least once trying to show off.

Talks About You to Ushijima

Ushijima doesn’t always respond, but Goshiki will still go, “Right? They’re so amazing, right, Ushijima-san?”

Will Try to Win Every Game ‘For You’

He dedicates every win to you like he’s giving a post-match MVP speech.

Wears Matching Accessories

Gets way too excited over matching phone charms or bracelets. Shows everyone.

Terrible Liar

If he’s planning a surprise for you, it’s so obvious. “What’s behind my back? Uh—NOTHING! DEFINITELY NOT FLOWERS!”

Saves All Your Texts and Photos

His gallery is full of blurry selfies, screenshots of your messages, and photos of you he tries to sneak when you’re not looking.

Will Sing Loudly in Karaoke For You

Even if he’s tone-deaf, he’ll give a full-performance of a love song like it’s a confession scene in a drama.

A Tad Clingy, In a Cute Way

Likes holding your hand everywhere. If you let go, he’ll quietly pout until you grab it again.

Lowkey Wants You to Cheer for Him Loudly

He lives for when you call out his name during games. “Did you hear that?! That was them!!”

Protective (in his own Goshiki way)

If you’re tired, he’ll offer to carry your bag, walk you home, and scold the weather if it’s too hot or cold.

Super Proud to Be Yours

He tells people proudly, “Yeah, they’re my s/o. I know, right?! I’m the luckiest person ever.”

Loves When You Wear His Jersey

Internally combusts if he sees you in it. Tries to act cool, fails.

Tries to Write You a Poem Once

It was a disaster. Rhymed “volleyball” with “fall” like six times. But you loved it.

Big on Celebrating Anniversaries

One-month, three-months, 17-day anniversary? He’s got a plan and a tiny gift ready.

Always Cheering You On Too

You hype him up, but he hypes you right back. Tests? Work? Existing? He’s your #1 fan.

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💋 💋 💋

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #fluff #shiratorizawa #goshiki x reader #goshiki tsutomu #haikyuu goshiki #hq goshiki

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