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The Sun Sets With You

Chapter Five: Just A Man

Summary: A simple yet despondent farm life suddenly sparks with new hope when an unusual traveler makes your town his latest stop and brings with him intriguing and promising viewpoints and no one to share them with. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Ezra Prospect x f!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Fluff! (It's getting cute y'all!), death of a parent, grief, smoking, food, Silas🤢, a little sad Ezra in this one

W/C: 4k (made it a little longer to make up for the wait! 🥺)

A/N: We are back! I'm so so so sorry this took so long to get out! What can I say, life happened & kept knocking me down & I couldn't find the strength to write for this fic. I'm still not even completely happy with this chapter, but after reading it so many times, I think it's okay lol a huge thanks to everyone for being so patient & lovely to me ♥️ okay, I'll shut up, hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Four || Chapter Six

~MAY EIGHTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

As the days and weeks passed, Ezra finally felt comfortable enough to join you and Pa for meals at your family table, sitting and eating quietly until responding to a thought or question of Pa’s. It felt nice. It felt…warm and natural. As opposed to the slight coldness you’ve felt sitting with Pa, without your mother. Though it was still as quiet as your meals alone with your father, the silence now was more comforting.

You realized shortly after that last evening under the tree with Ezra what exactly ails you when near him, why exactly your pulse quickens and you feel heat flush your neck and cheeks. It was a startling conclusion, given that you have been inexperienced when it comes to the term ‘love’, outside of the love you felt for Ma and Pa. This, with Ezra, contrasts immensely.

It had caught you off guard, a small infatuation with the man that you realized must have taken hold of your heart from the first moment you met him, when you simply could not remove your eyes from his face. You now find your eyes lingering on his features longer, learning the curve of his smile, the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, memorizing the tone of his voice and his laugh to be replayed in moments of silence.

It’s strange; a simple emotion that you had witnessed your whole childhood into adulthood from your Ma and Pa, an emotion you carry in your heart for each of them, though the way you experience it now, the strength in which it has grasped onto your very being – and so suddenly – has been enough to make the room spin whenever you lay your eyes on him. The idea of taking a husband has never been one of priority. Up until now, at least.

“Many thanks for the delicious meal, miss. I am grateful you have welcomed me into your home as such,” Ezra says as he stands, helping you take the soiled dishes to the wash basin.

“You have always been welcome, Mr. Prospect. I am glad you now feel comfortable joining us,” you say with a gentle smile, looking up at him as he approaches you with the dishes. You catch a faint hue of pink spreading across his sun kissed cheeks.

“Would you care for a pipe, Mr. Prospect?” Pa calls out as he sits in his chair by the fireplace, beginning to pack away tobacco in his own pipe.

“I very much appreciate the offer, sir, however I do not smoke,” Ezra replies kindly as he turns away from you to face Pa and you begin washing.

“Good man; do not start the nasty habit until you become old and worn as I am now,” Pa jests.

“I only see a wise man, years of strength and kindness the only evidence that you have lived a wonderful life thus far,” Ezra compliments and Pa releases a hearty laugh.

“As I said: ‘old’,” Pa replies and both Ezra and you laugh along.

The genuine and natural lightheartedness of the conversations Pa and Ezra shared tonight warms your heart and you realize tonight has been one of the few nights you’ve smiled so freely, so frequently, since Ma’s passing and you strongly sense her spirit surrounding the three of you. Almost as if you could hear her laughing along with you all.

Although a feeling of sadness lingers in your heart that she cannot be here physically, you remember Ezra’s kind words and let them ease you. The comfort you feel wash over you leaves you pondering if it’s a sign of acceptance from above, from Ma, that she welcomes Ezra’s presence amongst you and Pa.

“Can I be of any assistance, Sunflower?” Ezra turns and asks quietly, out of earshot of Pa and addressing you by his personal endearment he has bestowed upon you.

“Thank you for offering, Ezra,” you reply just as softly. His given name had nearly slipped from your lips on more than one occasion tonight, but you felt it best to remain coy in front of your father. “I’m nearly finished now.”

“Perhaps tomorrow night. I will not miss my chance then to be of service,” he smiles and the inside of your cheek stings from the bite you dealt to keep from grinning widely. “I will take my leave for the night. The lovely beasts I room with will be missing my presence, I fear,” he says, loud enough for Pa to hear as well and Pa chuckles at his statement.

“Always a pleasure to have you for dinner, Mr. Prospect,” Pa says and stands to shake Ezra’s hand. “Daughter, would you be so kind as to walk Mr. Prospect to the door?”

“Yes Pa,” you nod, abandoning the soapy dishes for the time being and you wipe your hands to dry on your apron as you head towards the door with Ezra.

Pa smiles again in Ezra’s direction as he walks past and takes his seat once again, watching the flames dance and flicker. Ezra opens the door, allowing you to walk through and step on the porch and he follows suit, shutting the door behind him.

“Shall I walk you to the barn?” You offer.

“No, Sunflower, I would prefer you to stay. The dark of night may carry with it many dangers lurking around the corner.”

“All the more reason I should walk with you,” you grin, wrapping your arms around the wooden support post as you watch him step down into the dirt.

“Then I would intend on escorting you back here and we will only find ourselves repeating the action for one another until daybreak,” he chuckles. “Until tomorrow, dear Sunflower.”

“Tomorrow,” you smile and nod. “Good night, Ezra.”

“Good night,” he bows his head in farewell and turns on his heels to head toward the barn. You linger a moment longer to assure he is well on his way, waving when he turns back to steal another glance at you.

You take a deep breath to calm your galloping heart and turn to walk back inside, Pa sitting quietly as he continues smoking. You head back to the wash basin to finish the chore, rinsing, drying, and putting away the dishes before heading over to sit next to Pa, grabbing a new book from your small collection.

You decided to leave Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland to read with Ezra under the tree and the image of the two of you lying in the grass as you read to him brings a contented smile to your face. After quite a bit of comfortable silence, you feel the curiosity inching through your brain like an insect and decide to give in to the itch.

“H-how are the crops faring, Pa?” You ask while picking at the corner of your book.

“They grow fine,” Pa replies simply. “Each and every week another inch to their lives added.”

“And… Mr. Prospect has been much help?” You continue carefully.

“Oh yes, he has taken on the majority of the labor. We are blessed that he sought to help us.”

“Yes,” you smile softly as you lower your head slightly, gathering the courage to continue the conversation. “And… How do you feel about… Mr. Prospect?”

“What do you mean, child?”

“The townspeople think him...odd.”

“They must reflect on themselves before passing that judgement onto an innocent man. Especially the four hens, as you like to call them,” you giggle and look up at Pa, a slight smirk hidden beneath his thick, grey beard as he lets out a deep chuckle.

“Yes, but… What do you think of Mr. Prospect?”

“Why the curiosity, daughter?” He asks, though no irritation is found in his voice; instead, a light-hearted tone, one of knowing. Knowing why you insist on finding out his opinion.

“Merely curious, Pa,” you say quietly, just loud enough for him to hear over the crackle of the fire.

“Hm,” he hums as he inhales smoke through his pipe, taking his time to retrieve an forthright answer from his mind while you gaze at him in anticipation.

“He is an honest man. Good and kind. A hard worker. I believe he is fit to be a lawful husband to any girl who seeks his affection,” he finally says, looking deep into your eyes and his words go straight to your fast beating heart.

You catch the smile on your face growing, evident in the strain you feel across your cheeks and you put your head down to face the book in your lap.

“That's nice,” you reply once you've cleared your throat and regained control of the muscles on your face.

“Yes. Yes it is,” Pa smirks as he inhales another puff from his pipe.

~MAY TENTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

Today is as exhilarating as the rest; you attempt to sort through the inventory of the shop, taking note of which supplies are dwindling while also marking down new items the townspeople have requested, such as candles and playing cards for the children. As you walk toward the back of the shop, beginning your count of products there, the shop bell dings and you hear boots stomping from whoever has stepped through the door.

“Just a moment, please,” you call out to the customer from over your shoulder, hoping not to lose track of the count in your head.

“Please, do not rush, Sunflower,” a gentle, familiar voice replies and you feel your heart thumping faster in your chest now as you turn quickly, inventory be damned.

“Ezra,” you greet the man standing meekly at the front of the shop. He takes a few steps forward to meet you beside the counter. “What brings you to town? Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Oh, no thank you, Sunflower. I needed to send a letter off at the post and thought that my day would be much brighter were I able to visit you as well,” he says with a soft grin and you lower your head to hide the bashful expression on your face.

“Well, my day has brightened now, too,” you reply, gaining the courage to look up at him again, the apples of his cheeks reddening. “I trust you were promptly taken care of then?”

“Yes, Mr. Williams is a kind man,” he nods. “The elderly woman who works there as well – she is quite the conversationalist,” he releases a soft laugh.

“Ah, yes. Mrs. Williams,” you shake your head. “She actually does not work there, just adores to be in the center of it all,” you jest and Ezra chuckles. “I do hope she was not too overbearing.”

“Only slightly,” he shrugs. “After you and your Pa, her and Mr. Williams have treated me the kindest since my arrival.”

“Oh Ezra,” you share a perturbed look. “I am truly sorry for the way the town has behaved.”

“Sunflower, you have no reason whatsoever to apologize for the actions of others. Unfortunately, this town has not been the most unpleasant I’ve come across. I was very lucky to have found you. And your Pa,” he rushes the last phrase and you smile knowingly, his mouth curving slightly as well.

You open your mouth to continue the conversation, the innocent coquetry between you, yet no sounds are released from your mouth before the shop bell dings again and you sigh at the interruption. You turn your head and your racing heart, caused by Ezra’s presence, races faster, only in anger now.

“And what do we have here?” Silas’s booming, uninvited voice resonates through the shop. “What business could a queer like you have to conduct in town?” He looks at Ezra and you step in front of him.

“I told you not to call him that, Silas.”

“It does not seem he’s made any purchase,” he says, making a show of looking in Ezra’s hands for any paper bag. “Yet he is allowed to stay and converse while you toss me in the dirt.”

“Go away, Silas.”

“Sunflower-” Ezra calls gently from behind you, unable to finish his thought.

“‘Sunflower’?!” Silas laughs. “She does not need a freak to endear her, not when she has a real man. Like me.”

“Silas, he is more of a man than you could ever hope to be,” you spit out.

Of all the times you had the opportunity to speak your mind to Silas, you held back. Though, now that it is directed to Ezra, you feel that innate protectiveness for him wash over you again, no matter the cost or consequence.

“You dare say such a thing to me, girl?” Silas takes a menacing step forward.

“She is not a girl and you will not speak to her as one,” Ezra moves to stand in front of you now. “And I do believe she has requested for you to take your leave.”

“And exactly who will force me out? You?” Silas puffs out his chest, as if he were attempting to assert his role as an alpha, and frustration grows on his face at Ezra’s lack of response to the tactic.

“If I must.” Ezra replies simply and calmly, the tone of his voice even, though underneath lies a hidden message that he would not back down from a brawl, if it were to come to that.

“Ezra, please, he isn’t worth it,” you say softly, reaching out to hold his forearm.

“Oh, aren’t I?” Silas scoffs.

“I will summon Sheriff Wilson here to collect you himself if you do not leave my shop right this instant,” you hold your unyielding gaze to Silas’s, raising your chin slightly so as to challenge him to defy your wishes.

Silas hmph’s, his thick brows arching menacingly as he glances down at where your hand rests firmly on Ezra’s arm, clearly displeased at the contact. You feel Ezra’s form tense next to you, and you use your free hand to lightly press against his back in an effort to calm him.

“Fine,” Silas finally says harshly as he turns his back to you and Ezra and stomps to the door.

He looks over his shoulder one more time at the two of you and something about his animalistic eyes sends a nasty shiver down your spine. Before he can see you falter, he rips the door open, walks through, and slams it shut, rattling the frame as he leaves. You exhale shakily and Ezra turns his body to face yours, his hands gripping onto your upper arms as his eyes rake over your face in concern.

“Are you alright, Sunflower?”

“Oh Ezra,” you gaze at him thoughtfully. “It should be me asking you that same question.”

“Please, don’t worry about me. My only concern is you,” he continues, his eyes trying to follow yours as you look away from him. “Does he come here unannounced often? Has he bothered you before?”

“Ezra, he has always been a thorn in my side, but it is nothing for you to concern yourself with. I promise,” you look in his eyes, hoping to convince him, but you suspect it does not work and his hands fall from your arms.

“Sunflower… I did not appreciate the way he looked at you and spoke to you.”

“It’s alright Ezra, it is not anything I can’t handle,” you smile and grasp one of his hands in both of yours, squeezing it gently as reassurance.

You’re unsure of what to say. What could you say? That up until now you have been cowardly when it came to Silas Taylor? That it was not until Ezra’s arrival to town that you have come to know a stronger side of yourself, willing to risk your already frail reputation to defend this man’s name?

Ezra sighs heavily, staring into your eyes a moment longer before looking away. You watch his eyebrows crinkle together, the worry wrinkles along his forehead becoming more prominent as he reflects on the situation that just passed.

“Are you alright? Please… Do not take anything he says to heart,” you say softly and your kind voice pulls him back from his thoughts and to this moment with you. He smirks and huffs a chuckle through his nose.

“No fear, Sunflower. It is not a trial I cannot handle,” he cocoons your hands in both of his and squeezes lightly, as if to reassure you he is alright. “I will go now, Sunflower.”

“I understand,” you nod. “Then… I will see you back at the farm for supper.”

He smiles to acknowledge your words, releasing your hands and heading to the door. He turns once more to nod his goodbye, places his hat back on his head, and walks out the door. You walk to the front of the shop to watch him through the window, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slumped forward as he walks swiftly to leave the area.

Your head feels on fire, ready to blow steam at any moment as you watch the townspeople around staring at him. They turn to each other, presumably whispering gossip amongst themselves about him. Unfortunately, as you have come to know Silas, you know he will be spreading word of the ‘threat’ he felt from Ezra, which you surmise will only result in the townspeople turning their backs on Ezra even further.

~MAY TWELFTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

Ezra had not shown up for supper that night or the night that followed. You had wanted to take supper to him, but Pa advised against it. He had heard on his last trip to town what transpired between you, Ezra, and Silas. You prepared yourself to, once again, defend Ezra, however, Pa’s unabated rancor of Silas all but guaranteed Pa would not believe a word from his mouth.

Pa informed you that when he returned and asked Ezra about the situation, he assured the man that he was not at risk of losing the job at the farm, and while he was grateful, he did not wish to speak on it further. Pa told you to leave him to gather his bearings and you complied.

On your way to the oak tree, you pick two apples as you had done the Sunday prior, and to your earnest disappointment, you do not see Ezra as the tree comes into view. You look left, then right, hoping it was possible he had just walked along the riverbank, but you were alone.

Heaving a sigh, you turn to face the way you came as you debate on heading back. Your weekly tradition almost seemed silly to continue alone, after having been in Ezra’s company the past few weeks. It almost felt...incorrect to spend time here without Ezra now. You take a few steps forward, now under the shade of the tree, sparing another moment in case you missed him.

“Sunflower,” his elated voice from above frightens you and you quickly turn your head to follow the sound, seeing his bright smile from where he sits on a thick branch.

“Ezra! You startled me!” You chuckle as you take a few breaths, covering your racing heart with your hand.

“My apologies,” he chuckles. “I did not hear you walk up otherwise I would have made my presence known sooner.”

“I did not expect to see you in the tree today,” you smile up at him.

“Come, join me,” he smiles, patting the bark to the side of him.

“I have not climbed a tree since I was a child, Ezra. I will fall,” you shake your head.

“I will never let you fall, Sunflower,” he smiles and your now settled heart begins to race again. “It’s simple, really. Nothing to it. I will guide your steps.”

You take a deep breath, pondering for a moment if the risk was truly worth it, but there’s an excitement in this small adventure that you feel your soul reaching for. You smile at Ezra and nod, removing your bag and placing it at the base of the tree.

You follow Ezra’s voice commands as he tells you where to step up and you use more muscles in your body than you have in so long. You heave yourself upwards, careful that your boots do not miss any section of the tree that will have you flying all the way back down.

Finally, you make it far enough for Ezra to take hold of your arm, using his strength now to help pull you up until you’re close enough to attempt to sit. He scoots over, keeping his hand tightly grasped on your arm to make sure you don’t fall. Though, at this point, if you were to fall, Ezra would certainly fall with you.

You plant your bottom firmly onto the branch, breathing heavily and smiling widely at the accomplishment and Ezra chuckles along with you. You try to settle yourself further and suddenly get the sense of falling, reaching out instinctively to hold onto Ezra’s arm and you practically glue yourself to his side for support.

“You will not fall, Sunflower,” he reassures and you feel him lean closer into you to comfort you.

“Pardon me,” you giggle, feeling steady enough now to remove yourself from him. You take a deep breath and look out ahead at the river and the grassland, spotting the other farms in the distance. “Wow,” you say breathlessly. “It’s a beautiful sight.”

“Yes, it is,” Ezra responds softly. You turn your head to him where you already meet his gaze and turn away again as you smile.

“Oh no,” you gasp as your eyes meet your bag down below. “I left the book… And the apples,” you turn to frown at Ezra.

“Do not fret, Sunflower,” he smiles. “I enjoy your company regardless.”

“Maybe...you could read me more of your prose?” You prod gently, hoping he will be willing.

“Yes,” he says wistfully as he glances down at his journal. “I do like when you read to me, however.”

You smile as he passes his journal to you and you cradle it with care in your hands. You move to open it and the binding opens automatically to one page, clearly still stiff from where he had it open, this addition to the pages only written just recently. You clear your throat and let your eyes dance as they pick up the words in his neat handwriting.

“‘A being from a different universe desires to live amongst the men in peace on Earth, for his purpose to be written in the stars. A nomad, an outcast on the run, desperate for a residence more suitable than his dreams. Soon, he will find home, and soon, he will find life’,” your voice trails towards the end of the passage, your heart wrenching at the meaning behind it.

“Ezra…” You call softly once you notice his head has lowered.

The silence stretches and you can almost visualize it expanding across the lands in front of your view, any helpful or comforting words escaping from your reach. The only conclusion your mind seems to come to is just to place a hand softly on his thigh. You feel his muscle twitch at the contact and he glances over at you, a light tint of pink beginning to spread across his cheeks.

You suddenly feel embarrassed to have placed your hand there and you immediately think to yourself that perhaps it was not welcomed, though before you can remove your hand, Ezra places his own, large and warm, over yours. Your mind settles while your heart beats rapidly. You still do not know what to say, but it does not seem Ezra is expecting for you to say anything at all.

“I’ve missed you at supper, Ezra,” you whisper and grin softly.

“Forgive me for my absence, I was not… I did not feel…” You sense him struggling as he lowers his head again and you place your other hand on top of your intertwined ones.

“I understand; you have no need to apologize.”

He looks at you again and you give him a reassuring smile and he returns the gesture. You two say nothing and let the comfortable silence blanket the air around you while you gaze out to your surroundings again, your hands not leaving each other’s grasp.

“Sunflower?” He calls and you turn to face him again.

“Yes, Ezra?”

“I’ve missed you as well.”

Chapter Four || Chapter Six

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Hey, I've got a bit of an issue I'm dealing with and I'd appreciate if you could help me out. I'll spare you most of the past details to keep things brief. Anyway, I've got a history of anxiety, depression, trauma, etc. I tend to involuntarily self-isolate as a coping mechanism. I find making friends really quite difficult as I can emotionally shut down for a a couple of weeks or so at a time and not respond to attempts to reach out and communicate. I usually try not to get to close to people cause I feel bad about doing it and feel like I can't explain myself without overburdening them. I've met someone though who's really nice and who I have so much in common with. I've been trying with them, but I keep doing this. I feel so guilty about it. I've done it recently and I don't know how to start things back up again, if it's right to. Because I do this over and over again. I've been waffling over telling her that I have mental health issue and that's why I'm struggling and doing what I'm doing. But is that just an attempt to excuse myself, and is that overburdening her and being far too serious. I just feel so bad I keep doing this, and I feel like I don't deserve them. I don't know what the right thing to do is. Sorry for rambling btw, just been overthinking this whole thing.

Hey there,

Having a tendency to shut down and self-isolate can be really hard. It can be quite frustrating too as I am sure you don’t want to be doing this but it happens automatically as it is a coping mechanism for you.

Do you know why you need such a coping mechanism, for example have you been hurt by people in the past or is it just something that you have done for no apparent reason? You did mention that you do have mental health issues but is this related to you self-isolating or is something else going on to cause you to do this?

Regardless of this, it may be beneficial for you to talk to someone about all of this. Someone like a counsellor or a therapist may be able to help you explore why you tend to self-isolate and push others away for weeks at a time and help you find ways to overcome this.

In terms of whether or not you should talk about this to your friend this is completely up to you. It may be useful though for your friend to know so that if you do push her away or isolate yourself from her then she will know this in advance and so consequently will not be as likely to take it to heart or feel as though she has done anything wrong in the friendship that would result in you pushing her away.

Of course though, whether you choose to talk to your friend though, you need to feel comfortable doing this and be comfortable in telling her however much you choose and decide to let her in. Maybe you could start small like letting her know that you have a tendency to self-isolate and see how she reacts. Depending on how she takes it you can tell her a bit more and just take it from there. At least by doing this you will be testing the ‘waters’ out a bit and only be telling her what you feel she should know whilst not telling her too much if she takes it badly or doesn’t understand it as well as you would like her too.

Please also know that what you are doing is not your fault and that you cannot help what you are doing! You are also just as worthy of having friends just like everyone else does!

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and hope that you’re going well!

Take care,

Lauren

#mha-lauren #advice #advice blog #mental health advice #anonymous #self isolating #pushing people away #friend

[cherryblossomstars]

II. Navy (W. Ushijima)

Taken from my AO3 series of one-shots & reposted here

Pairing: Ushijima x F!Reader

Word count: 1,446

Genre: Fluff, birthday fic

Summary: Aoba Johsai's volleyball team has never been able to defeat the Great Ushiwaka of Shiratorizawa. Their manager, however? She can bring him to his knees in mere seconds.

Or, Ushijima Wakatoshi is helplessly in love with Seijoh's Ace's twin sister, and the Aoba Johsai VBC is not appreciative of it.

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It's no secret that Ushijima Wakatoshi is a baby when it comes to matters of love or any emotion that comes with showing affection. His movements on the court are lithe, careful, and precise. Mistakes rarely happen when he's playing his beloved sport, and errors will almost certainly never happen if he's at his peak concentration- then he's at a completely different and untouchable level. He has a degree of grace and beauty on the court that a professional figure skater would be jealous of (not to mention his incredible stamina).

And yet, when it comes to you, he may as well be an infant struggling to walk. It's messy, he's not sure what he's doing, and sometimes he gets hurt trying to figure it out. He knows you, that much he's sure about. You've both known each other for years now. So why, why is it so hard to figure out something to do for you on your birthday?

Around the holidays and on his birthday, he would always tell you not to get him something. He's not a big fan of presents. If he needed something, he'd simply ask his family and then in 1-2 business days, bam. The item in question would be at his front door. And yet, every time, you've still found a way to give him something meaningful.

In the three years he's known you, you've given him a scrapbook, a jar of reasons you love him, and, his most favorite gift of all, a volleyball with everyone's signatures on it. Not just his team's, but other teams as well. People from the Fukurodani, Johzenji, Nekoma, Itachiyama, hell, even Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. You'd somehow managed to coerce Oikawa into signing it. When he'd asked about Oikawa, you'd simply shrug and say "he owed me one". He decided not to press any further. While some people opted to simply write their name on the ball, others wrote little messages too. Iwaizumi Hajime had written a simple happy birthday, while Tendou had to be stopped by you from practically taking up the entire damn ball, a story told to him by his teammates later on. He even cracked a small chuckle imagining your small figure trying to restrain Tendou Satori of all people. He also learned that Oikawa likes to sign his name with a star next to his signature. Ushijima thought it was tacky, but it fit his personality well. Every year you didn't have a physical present for him, you'd take him out on a date or give him one of your homemade bentos.

He was not a fan of presents, but he's certainly grown to look forward to receiving yours.

Yet, every year, he struggles to figure out what to get you. In the past years, he'd given you something simple, but nice or something you just happened to need at the time. One year it was a phone, since Oikawa had accidentally broken yours that year. Ushijima had to visit Oikawa himself and convince him not to buy you a new phone, since Ushijima would be the one handling it. After some debate, Oikawa finally gave in. Another year he'd gotten you a simple silver band, one that you keep on your index finger. He rarely sees you go out without it on, something he's found very pleasing. It brings a sense of satisfaction to his mind when he sees it on you.

Perhaps it was the weather, he rationalized, that was getting in the way of his ideas. Or maybe it was the fact that he had another practice match coming up soon, so he was also coming up with game plans in the back of his mind. He needed to focus. Ushijima was normally ahead of things when it came to plans with you, but he's been so busy with volleyball these past few weeks that he hasn't been able to buy you your gift yet. And now it was six in the evening on a Friday, and he still wasn't sure what to get you for your birthday tomorrow.

He grumbled under his breath, he'd just have to swallow his pride and ask for help. He took out his phone and called the first person he could think of- Tendou. You two were good friends, after all.

"Helloooo? What's up Wakatoshi?" Tendou sang.

"[Name]." He said.

"You're gonna have to give me more context than that." His friend pointed out.

"We're celebrating her birthday tomorrow and I'm unsure of what to get her."

"Something sweet. She's got a pretty awful sweet tooth after all."

"I want something she can keep. Something that will last."

"Oh wow. What a doting boyfriend. Hmm... Well I don't think she needs anything right now... Oh! Why don't you just give that ace from Seijoh a call?"

"...I do not have his number."

"I'll text it to you. Later." And with that, the line went dead.

Damn. He had to ignore his pride just to call Tendou, but Iwaizumi? That was a different level. He'd do it, though, because it's for you.

Ding!

Tendou: It's +81-XXX-XXXX-XXX

Tendou: good luck~ (*´ I `)ﾉﾟ(ﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Ushijima: Thank you.

Should he call or text? Maybe texting would be the better option. You never answered any unknown numbers, who's to say your twin wasn't the same way? He gave your brother a contact before sending a text.

Ushijima: Hello, Iwaizumi. It's Ushijima. Do you have any good gift ideas for [Name]?

Iwaizumi: dude how'd you get my number?

Ushijima: Tendou had it.

Iwaizumi: cool. follow up question: why does he have it?

Iwaizumi: nevermind. not sure I wanna know.

Ushijima couldn't help but think about how you and your brother text the same way.

Iwaizumi: dunno. she likes meaningful gifts i guess. maybe an album? or a scr:"//ad39E

He furrowed his brows in confusion. A what?

Iwaizumi: sorry. oikawa made a grab for my phone. i was gonna say maybe a scrapbook.

Ushijima: I don't know how to make those.

Iwaizumi: painting?

Ushijima: I am bad at art. What are other people getting her?

Iwaizumi: im getting her a new video game for her switch. oikawa's getting her concert tickets to that band she likes so much. yahaba and kyoutani pooled their money together and got her a bunch of new clothes. kunimi's giving her $20. the rest of team pooled their money together and got her a new tablet. i know the players from fukurodani, karasuno, johzenji, nekoma, itachiyama, and inarizaki got her stuff but i dont know what.

Iwaizumi: wait actually those twins from inarizaki got her a stuffed animal and a box of cookies from a bakery she likes

Yahaba and Kyoutani got her clothes... A lightbulb lights up in his mind.

Ushijima: Thank you. I know what to give her.

Iwaizumi: yea no problem

Ushijima went to the shopping district for no reason, then. He went back to his dorm, stepping inside and immediately opening his closet.

"Figured something out?" Tendou greeted from his bunk.

"Yes." He responded, taking one of his sweaters off from a hanger and holding it out in front of him.

Tendou raises his eyebrows in shock, "she's gonna be swimming in that."

"Yes, but she likes to take my volleyball jacket all the time. She says it smells like me, so I may as well give her this one since she can't keep the volleyball jacket." Ushijima holds in front of him a large maroon sweater with the word Shiratorizawa printed in white on it. It was bought to fit him and all his 189 centimeter glory.

"She'll love it."

"Why are you giving this back to me? I gave it to you." Ushijima tilts his head slightly.

You stood in front of him holding out the sweater he had given you for your birthday a few weeks ago, neatly folded in your hands. You felt your face grow hot in embarrassment. "It... Doesn't smell like you anymore. There's no point if it doesn't feel like I'm close to you."

He's quiet for a moment before taking the sweater from your hands. "So you are returning it?"

You can't look at him in the eye, "for now. I want it back, of course. Just... wash it or something with whatever laundry soap you use and give it back so it smells like you."

He smiles softly at you and presses a light kiss to your forehead. He doesn't look like someone who could be soft. His sheer strength on the court and his powerful spikes on the court can attest to that, but he can't help it when it came to you.

"I love you."

Fin.

#ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #shiratorizawa x reader #platonic tendou x reader #aoba johsai x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #reader insert

[ineedrelationshipadvice]

My bf is great but he often isn't attentive in the ways I need him to be. I'm always open abt telling him what I need from him, and I make sure he knows why I'm upset w/out blaming him. But he always responds with "I feel like I'm a bad bf" and it feels like he says that so he doesn't have to try. I'll tell him some small things he could do to make me feel more appreciated in our relationship, but we end up having the same convo over and over. Is this a real problem or am I being too sensitive?

This is a real problem, and I'm going to be personally honest with you, I have NO IDEA how to solve it. Maybe it's just a me thing, maybe it's a generational thing that everyone our age does, or maybe it's a problem within all of dating and relationships in general... But in my personal experience, I have experienced this similar thing with basically ALL of my partners - both in the long and short term - and none of them would do anything to correct the problems, even when told directly on what the problems were and how they could easily be solved.

What do? I think that you're doing the right thing by expressing your needs. Really, above all else, that's the only thing you really CAN do in these situations. If you're being open and honest about your feelings, he will know how you are feeling, and there won't be any confusion there. If you get into discussing how to fix issues you may be having, and he says, "I feel like I'm a bad bf," you should interrogate him on the subject. I already know how the conversation will likely play out:

I feel like a bad boyfriend. Why do you feel like a bad boyfriend? I dunno... I feel like I should help you more. I asked you to, but you didn't do that. Why not? I dunno... I just didn't think about it. Could you think more about helping me in the future before these issues get bad please? It would mean a lot.

It's all about setting reasonable expectations, and hoping that your other half meets you halfway. Letting him know that you expect some help from him sometimes is a very reasonable thing to ask, as long as you’re not demanding his constant, never-ending aid. Your partner or your friend-unit needs to be your safety net when things get rough. You can't make them take care of you, and if you can't take care of yourself because of personal reasons, then it means that when you fall, you're going to land without that safety net, and it'll hurt way worse than it will for other people. Your options are thus to tighten your safety net or learn how to land better to reduce the damage.

An additional thing to mention, however, is your boyfriend can't be your everything. You can't expect him to catch you every time you fall, because you also have to take care of yourself sometimes. I don't feel that's what happening in this particular situation, but I'm obliged to say it so you or other people reading can hear it. Because I know there are people who like to take advantage of people who make their lives easier, and that's not cool; we all have our own issues, and although it's nice when someone is WILLING to help, they may not always be able to, and we all need to work on our landings without a safety net. It's just good practice.

But because your boyfriend can't be everything, it means YOU should expand your safety net to other people. Talk to other friends that you have, or your family that you might have, who would be willing to support you on the issues that your partner is not willing or able to. It may be a serious problem in the long-term, and there might not be any solutions to it. But at very least, in the moments, when you're really struggling and need someone to support you for a minute, you'll have someone in your friend or family unit who can boost you up when you feel like you're falling over. This can take that expectation off your partner and put it onto other people, who you can go on to support when they need it. That means if your boyfriend doesn't catch you with the safety net, that's okay, because you prepared for that and someone else can, keeping you from landing hard on the ground.

[victuuri-oturi]

hi! first, i wanted to say that i love your works really much (I'm Right Next Door is my own kind of drug). keep on writing! and i just wanted prod dads au where yuri is victor's son and yuuri is cute as always, and somehow they run into each other (maybe they're neighbours or yuuri is a teacher). anyway, if you write smth awkward and warm, i'll send you my soul. thanks!

I present to you... “Hot For Teacher” (title subject to change i hate myself for thinking of it)

Victor ran through the parking lot as fast as he possibly could while jugglinga coffee, papers, and his cellphone. He was constantly checking the time on it,even though he knew the minutes continued to tick by no matter how many timeshe did so. He shouldered his way through the front door of the school when thereceptionist buzzed him in, desperately comparing the room numbers around himto the ones on the flimsy map he held in his hand.

When he finally made it to the right classroom after running up and downhallways and staircases, he was already twenty minutes late. He collapsed ontoone of the three tiny chairs placed outside and composed himself as much aspossible. He had talked to Yuri’s teacher only once over the phone, and theywere the kind of person that made Victor feel like he was back in schoolhimself, just waiting outside the principal’s office to be scolded.

Victor sighed in frustration. Not only was he almost a half an hour lateto this parent-teacher conference, but this was the third time this week thathe had been forced to keep Yuri at school after-hours until he could pick himup. He was embarrassed and ashamed, two very unfamiliar and irritating emotionsfor Victor.

As the minutes ticked by, Victor only relaxed a little. He thought theschool would be more-or-less deserted by now, but a man who was clearly ateacher walked up to the classroom door. He had on glasses, a simple whitepressed shirt, and one of the ugliest ties Victor had ever seen in his mortallife. He was still very nice to look at, though.

The man gave Victor a passing glance and polite smile when theyaccidentally met eyes, before shifting the pages of paper in his hands to haveone free hand to knock on the door to the classroom. However, the guy frozebefore he was actually able to rap at the door.

Victor glanced sideways at him as the man fidgeted and huffed quietlynext to him.

“Mr. Feltsman is in a meeting right now.” The sound of Victor’s voiceapparently made the guy jump a bit in surprise. “If you were wondering.”

“Oh, um, yes thank you. I was.”

There was an awkward moment where neither of them said anything, but theguy was still standing in front of the door and they were just staring at oneanother. Victor noticed he had really long eye lashes.

“Do you…want me to give him something for you?” Victor offered. He evenstood to extend a hand in a silent offer to take some of the loose papersthreatening to fall from the man’s hands.

“No, no, it’s alright. I can wait. It’s something I need to talk to himabout in person. And I couldn’t ask another teacher to do it.”

“Oh, no, I’m not a teacher. I’m here for parent-teacher conferences.”

The guy startled, his stack of papers rattling dangerously loose in hisgrasp. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I just – you look way too young to be aparent. I mean, y’know, to have a child.”

“Adopted. Adopted child,” Victor corrected. He thought he had said thatpretty neutrally, but the teacher seemed to pick up on the bigger story behindthose words and backed off.

“I’m sorry, I – I shouldn’t have assumed so much.” This teacher lookedreally pretty when he ran his hands through his hair in embarrassment. And asmuch as Victor loved how easily he seemed to blush, he also felt bad for makinghim feel so embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it, really. It’s not a big deal.” He threw on hismost charming and disarming smile, attempting to deviate the conversation. “You’re a teacher, though, right?”

The man seemed to still be a bit shaken, but his smile was returning. “Yes,I am. Well, more like a teacher-in-training, but still. I teach some basicclasses and assist with other teachers’ lessons.”

“Well then maybe you know my little troublemaker, Yuri Plisetsky.”

The teacher’s eyes got wide and Victor thought it was adorable. “You’re –Yuri’s – oh, of course! I had him last year for literature. It was the firstclass I taught by myself.”

“Well, that must have been difficult with him there, so I’ve heard. Youropinion towards him seems to be by far the most positive I’ve seen from any ofhis teachers so far.”

“Oh no, I loved having him in class. Sure he was sometimes disruptiveand absolutely refused to call me by my name, but – “

“Wait,” Victor stopped him. “Literature class. Last year. You’re Mr.Katsuki.”

Mr. Katsuki seemed to wince. “Call me Yuuri, please. I have the kidscall me by my first name, so the parents shouldn’t have to speak to me soformally either. I think that’s why Yuri refused to call me by my first name.Even after I told him mine would actually be spelled with two “U”s, he stillwasn’t happy.”

“Yuuri,” Victor repeated. Testing it on his tongue. It felt differentthan saying Yuri’s name for some reason, like all the vowels were longer andthe consonants softer. “My Yurochka loved having you as a teacher, y’know.”

Victor enjoyed watching Yuuri’s eyes go big again. “You really don’thave to say that to make me feel better. I can take rejection from a third-grader.”

Victor laughed, and Yuuri blushed a little bit. “I’m not just beingnice, I swear. Yuri never talks about his teachers, but he talked non-stopabout you. What you were teaching, how you were teaching it. To the untrainedear it sounds like complaining, but I know him. Yuri’s a very precocious child,he doesn’t talk about things unless he’s interested in them. You made learningfun for him for the first time, I think. I remember thinking, ‘I should reallymeet this person and thank them.’”

Yuuri looked at Victor with an expression of interest, rather thandiscomfort like Victor was expecting. “Well, I never saw you last year.”

Victor sighed in embarrassment. The universe was giving him more andmore reasons to regret never having gone to parent-teacher conferences beforethis. “I know, I’m sorry. I have a very chaotic job with irregular hours. Ireally do try to get to these things, but – “

“It’s alright, Mr. Plisetsky.”

“Victor, please.”

“Victor.” Yuuri smiled. Victor thought he saw the sun. “I know you tryyour best. Yuri told me that much last year. Trust me, there are parents outthere that do a lot but don’t care nearly as much about their child as youclearly do.”

Victor didn’t know where Yuuri had been hiding all this time, but God itfelt like he just understood everything in Victor’s life at a moment’s glance.It made Victor’s heart go weak in his chest.

“Yuri’s an incredibly intelligent and talented child,” Yuuri continued. “Asmuch as he may have been a bit of a troublemaker, I couldn’t help but care abouthis future. It’s wonderful to know he has a guardian that will support him andhelp him reach his fullest potential.”

Victor would look back on this exchange later and would be pretty sure thathe had a vision of marrying Yuuri for a brief second in that moment.

“Yeah. Yuri is pretty incredible, huh?” Sometimes Victor forgot tocompletely appreciate the wonderful little boy he was lucky enough to callfamily. He got a bit wistful and distracted, staring at the classroom door thathe knew his boy was behind.

“Um, yeah, anyways, that’s just – that’s just, y’know, my opinion basedon what I know.” Victor turned back to Yuuri, who was blushing furiously andstumbling badly over his words. ���You don’t – have to – listen to me. Justignore all that.”

Something in Victor cried out to help this man gain more confidence inhis own opinions and intelligence, because clearly they were far beyond whatYuuri thought about himself.

“Don’t say that,” Victor soothed. Yuuri swallowed and calmed down. Victorjust observed him for a moment before speaking again. “Are you going to haveYuri in class again?”

“No, that’s impossible unfortunately. I only teach second grade andlower.”

“So there’s no possibility of you being his teacher in the future?”

“I don’t think so. Unless I was suddenly promoted in the next year.”Yuuri laughed lightly.

“Then it wouldn’t be wildly inappropriate for me to ask you out?”

Yuuri stopped laughing and stared like a deer in the headlights. Hismouth opened and closed a few times.

“Sorry if that was a bit forward,” Victor backtracked. He had been soconfident that maybe Yuuri was at least interested.

“No! No! It’s not – “ Yuuri rushed. “It’s not too forward. I’m just – “He looked down at his finger that was fidgeting with the papers in his hand. “I’venever…been asked out before.”

“Well that doesn’t seem possible,” Victor stated.

“Far more possible than you can even imagine,” Yuuri muttered.

“So is that a no?” Victor asked, taking a risk and stepping just a bitinto Yuuri’s personal space.

“No,” Yuuri responded immediately, matching Victor’s gaze.

“Oh yeah?” Victor was pushing his luck, but he moved even closer toYuuri. Close enough that if anyone saw them like this it would be immediatelyobvious as to what was happening.

It felt like Yuuri’s voice suddenly dropped two octaves. His eyes weredark and sharp as they met Victor’s, almost intimidating him in a way he hadn’tbeen in a long time. All of the sudden, Victor saw another side of Yuuri.Regardless of whether Yuuri had even been on a date before, Victor could see asheer magnitude of raw sexuality lurking beneath his surface. Underneath thatboring white button-up and that hideous tie, Yuuri was more confident than evenVictor could begin to imagine. Victor hadn’t been expecting this at all, but hereally liked it. Intelligent, funny,and sexy too. Christ.

“You’re not just too young to be a parent, y’know,” Yuuri said lowlybetween them. Victor quirked an eyebrow. “You’re way too hot too.”

Victor let the weight of the tension between them linger for a moment,before he reached into his pocket to pull out a pen. He put the cap end betweenhis teeth and pulled the pen out of it. He hadn’t lost eye contact with Yuuri,but at that point Yuuri’s eyes glanced down just for a moment. Then Yuuri bithis lower lip.

It was taking every ounce of Victor’s self-control to not knock theloose papers out of Yuuri’s hands, press him against the nearest wall, and makeout with him.

When Victor grasped Yuuri’s free hand, the teacher’s whole body seemedto shiver. Victor held it between them, proceeding to write his phone numberinto Yuuri’s inner wrist. When Victor and Yuuri both looked back up at eachother, it felt like they were both using what little shame they had left tokeep themselves in check.

“Call me,” Victor all but whispered. He even added a wink for extrameasure. He was pretty sure his intentions were made clear by this point, butit couldn’t hurt. Especially as he got a close-up view of Yuuri’s face flushinga healthy shade of red.

Yuuri’s mouth opened to say something, but suddenly the doorknob to theclassroom turned and they flew apart. Yuuri adjusted his glasses and ugly tiewhile Victor rushed to cap the pen and put it back in his pocket, just as the coupleof parents previously in a meeting with Mr. Feltsman exited and walked pastthem. They gave the fidgety Yuuri and Victor strange looks and all the two mencould offer back were awkward smiles.

The parents walked away, leaving Victor and Yuuri alone once more. Theydidn’t dare move back towards each other, but they shared slightly embarrassedflirty smiles from either side of the doorway.

The next time the door opened, thirteen-year-old Yuri shuffled out withhis backpack slung over his shoulder. He noticed Yuuri first.

“Hey, Katsudon,” he said.

Yuuri winced. “Hello, Yuri.” He glanced back up to Victor. “That’sanother thing he likes to call me other than Mr. Katuski. He got it from mylast name, but it didn’t help when he found out that it was also my favoritefood.”

“It’s also because you’re fat,” Yuri said.

“Yurochka. Watch it,” Victor scolded. Yuri slouched a bit, but didn’troll his eyes: an improvement.

“Anyway,” Yuri changed the subject. “Mr. Feltsman said you’re too late.He doesn’t want to meet with you.”

Victor sighed. He could make afuss that he made all the effort to get here at all, but at the end of the day,he knew it was his fault. “Okay.”

“He said maybe if you actually took the initiative to schedule a meetingyourself you might make it on time.

“Okay.”

“He said he’s not mad, he’s just disapp – “

“Okay, Yuri! I – I get the picture, alright?”

“Alright.”

Yuuri interjected softly. “Well, have a good rest of the day Yuri! Youtoo, Victor.”

Victor looked back up at Yuuri and gave him one last smile, much lessdazzling but far more heartfelt than the first one he ever gave him. “Thankyou. I hope to talk to you again sometime.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Yuri looked up, back and forth between the two of them as they proceededto silently smile at each other. “Oh. My. God,” Yuri said when it dawned onhim.

Victor looked down at him. “What?” As much as Victor tried, he couldn’tquite wipe away the residual smile in time to fool Yuri. Not that he could haveanyway. Yuri just stared at him with eyes squinted in disbelief and nosescrunched in disgust, making for quite the expression.

“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!” Yuri groaned and grabbed Victor’shand, starting to try and drag him away. But Victor stayed turned to face Yuuri,waving goodbye.

“Goodbye Yuuri!” Victor tripped a little going backwards over one of thechairs in the hallway.

Yuuri giggled at him, but also missed the doorknob when he went to grabit, too busy watching Victor stumble his way down the hall in Yuri’s grasp. Hethen proceeded to blush and giggle at himself.

“C’mon I want to go home, old man!” Victor ignored Yuri and only turnedaround once Yuuri disappeared inside the classroom.

“You’re so gross,” Yuri muttered when Victor finally got his hand freeand just walked beside him.

Victor sighed as they made their way outside. “One day, Yurochka, you’llunderstand.”

“No thanks.”

Victor laughed, light and airy and feeling happier than he had inmonths.

~ The End ~

Lmao, once again this has turned out to be way longer and way more sexual than I planned. But I kinda love it.

Will be posting it on Ao3 soon - might continue it??? Bc I realllly enjoyed writing this, it was such a great prompt. I’m weak for anything that has Yurio as their child so I’m just suffering. But I’m also working on other projects at the moment, so who knows. Meh.

Thanks so much for the prompt and sorry it took a while! Had to get through the holidays and relatives but I’m back at school now. Also this is low-key in honor of hitting 100 followers, cause that’s....amazing to me???? 

Thanks again!