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sugarlywhispers · 2 years

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A/N: well, hello there. Today, I don't bring a bts smut fic I'm finishing other two tho👀, but I found this cute Haikyuu Nishinoya angst/comfort I wrote for a request a while ago and I kinda love it, so here it is~♡

Warnings: angst/comfort, famouslibero!Nishinoya, I think some swearing words(?, honestly, I just need this Nishinoya in my life😩

Run. That's all you could think of doing. Run away from one of your worst nightmares. That's what everybody would do, right? Run as fast as they can, sometimes peaking back to see if the nightmare was still there, chasing them. And it was. Seeing that would make anyone run faster, right?

Running was the best solution, the best escape your mind could come up with to avoid the pain; yet your body wouldn't cooperate. It wouldn't do what your mind was screaming in an order at it to do. Your body was frozen in its place, watching the nightmare right there, in front of you, displaying everything that was happening in slow motion, like a torture to your heart.

Nishinoya Yuu, the one you thought, the one you felt was the love of your life, was standing a few feets away from you… with another girl that it was not you, his girlfriend, in between his arms. Kissing her, one of his hands caressing her cheek, while the other hugging her lower back.

He, the love of your life, the owner of your heart, was kissing another girl.

He opened his eyes, his lips still concentrated in their actions, and looked straight at you. And smiled.

The beats of your heart were deafening you, nothing around seemed to matter anymore. The oppression on your chest made you want to scream the pain away; the tears that you could feel fighting against your eyes for freedom were clouding your sight, but you could still see that smile.

You understood that smile. He was mocking you. He was proving that what you always had thought, was true.

You could almost hear his own voice, as clear as the water, “You see? You mean nothing to me. You never meant anything to me…”

“...Y/N?”

“She is better than you, in every aspect. Why would I stay with you? Why would I wait for you?”

“...Y/N, wake up, love!”

“You really are nothing to me...”

“Y/N!”

You felt the little shake some hands were doing to your shoulders as the strong lights blinded your eyesight when you opened your eyes. Those hands immediately cupped your cheeks in a tender way, thumbs cleaning gently the path your tears had made over them.

“Love, it’s okay, it was just a nightmare. I’m here…” Noya whispered, his voice sounding like he had just been awakened, yet so loving and caring. Even his still sleepy eyes looked lovingly at you, and worried.

Your heart was beating fast on your chest, the oppression you had felt still present on your upper body, and the image you saw of him with that girl still printed to your retinas, his words repeating themself over and over in your head.

You realized there that you were also still crying, that’s why he looked so worried. But you couldn’t stop, neither the images nor your feeling of despair.

“Hey, baby, don’t cry,” his arms surrounded you, hugging and holding you as if you were the most delicate crystal and he was afraid of breaking you, but at the same time, as all he wanted to do was protect you.

You lost track of time, laying in his arms until you were no longer crying, your heart coming back to its normal beating under the soft humming he had been doing to calm you. His voice always calmed you.

When you looked up at him, his charming and soft smile he had reserved only for you made the little butterflies on your stomach flutter around like crazy, “hi, there, pumpkin.”

You smiled shyly before hiding your face in the crook of his neck, arms around his torso hugging him tight, to which he corresponded with the same intensity.

“Want to talk about it?” You shook your head, not really wanting to even remember it, “I heard that sometimes it helps to talk about your nightmares. For how you were crying, I can bet it was a bad one, and you’re still shaking, love,” you sighed. “Come on, baby, talk to me. I just wanna help…”

It wasn’t the first time you had this same nightmare, and sadly, they always happened after one of his games. Nishinoya was one, if not the best libero Japan ever had, the Guardian Deity in any team he played at. He was agile, very skilled in his position, well built and handsome. He even displayed a special, attractive and seductive aura each time he saved a ball and smiled cockily at the opposite team, that made everyone, it didn’t matter the gender, fall for him.

Noya had his own group of fans that followed him to every match to cheer for him. In that group, was that girl. You have seen her several times. She was pretty and cute. During matches, she cheered for him louder than anyone, including you. But apparently she was a very shy person outside those events, because she had never tried to make a move to even ask for Noya’s autograph like the rest of his fans.

Until last night.

You saw it from afar, how she finally built up the courage to finally ask for his autograph, to which he kindly gave her, not really recognizing her. Yet, he did comment on how cute her little notebook was –of course, you didn’t know that the main reason he pointed that out, was because it reminded him of you. She thanked him, and apparently she felt more confident and bold to his little talk, so in a blink she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, before turning and running away, hugging her notebook to her chest.

She ran right at your direction; you could see her happy smile glowing in her face, his rosy cheeks making her look even cuter. Your heart fell to the floor at that sight when you heard Noya’s embarrassed laugh in the distance. He hadn’t seen you yet, but you did him, and his blushing cheeks.

It felt like everything was falling apart. Why? Because you had done exactly the same thing before he reached out to you the next day and invited you on a date two years ago.

You sighed again against his neck, before moving to lay next to him, away from his comforting arms. He let you go a little reluctantly, he loved having you in his arms all the time. But he gave you the space you clearly needed; his attention still was focused entirely on you.

“Do you…” you cleared your throat, feeling it close over the overwhelming feelings of rejection your head was making you believe, “D-do you still… love me?” It ended in an almost soundless whisper, but he could hear that loud and clear as if you had yelled it.

He opened his eyes wide and worried, and moved faster than you had ever seen him, his libero skills kicking in, until he was back as close to you as he could, propping himself up with his forearm over the bed, next to your head, so his weight didn’t crush you.

“What, in the name of Ryu, is that stupid question for?”

You really didn’t want to laugh in a moment as serious as that one, but Noya always had such a funny way to express himself, you just couldn’t hold it. “What does Ryu have to do with it?”

“Don’t change the topic, missy… And stop laughing! I’m being serious here,” he whined, not a single line of amusement on his face.

Noya gave you time to calm, but his eyes were locked on your face, paying attention to every move, every slight emotion you could let out intentionally. He was simply analysing you like if he was on a match.

You knew that after that question, he would never let the topic drop until you had talked about it through and through and everything had cleared out. That was one of the things you loved the most about him; his blunt and honest personality that let no space for confusion or doubt. He was a straightforward person, he didn’t like insecurity, unsureness or distrust, so he would always say what was on his mind.

He would act the same way in his daily life as in a game. So you were no different in his mind; to him, you were like a ball about to be served from the opponent team, and he had to find the best view, the position to receive you in that full speed you were going to be thrown at him. He had to protect you, to save you, even from yourself.

You took a deep breath, looking up at him again and finding his worried but persistent eyes on you, waiting for you to speak up.

“I… I dreamt about what happened last night,” you said in a murmur, confusion now spreading over his features.

“And… what happened last night?”

You sighed, this time kind of annoyed. He couldn’t not remember. “The girl, Noya… The girl that kissed your cheek,” you spat, crossing your arms over your chest and turning away your eyes from his perplexed and completely taken aback expression.

It took him several minutes to comprehend what you were saying, “Oh… OH.” He hummed, analysing the situation in his mind, before smiling cockily and asking, “Are you jealous, babe?”

The punch your tiny fist gave him on the chest made him go back to lay next to you on the bed, laughing at how even though you were smaller than him, you held a strength it always surprised him.

“You’re an idiot,” his barking laugh resounded in the whole house, and as always, had a contagious effect on you, so you smiled. Noya has always been the king of lightning any kind of mood up.

After some minutes, he went back to his previous position, laying on his side as close to you as possible, and he looked adoringly at you. “What is really troubling you? Cause I know you; I don’t think a kid daringly kissing the cheek of her idol it’s what has your knickers on a twist…”

You punched him again, but this time not as harshly, “Can you not use that expression?!”

He winked at you, smiling broadly, “You know I can untwist those knickers any time, babe, and if I may add, I’m an expert on yours…”

You covered your blushing face with your hands, trying not to laugh at his stupidly beguiling words and turning away on the opposite side from him. He just laughed at your cuteness.

Noya took advantage of the position and cuddled you back into his arms, your back flushed against his chest, this time his face hiding in the crook of your neck, his warm breath giving you pleasant tingles that spread over your whole body. Being in his arms was one of the best things you had ever had the honour of experience –and he thought the exact same about you.

You two spent a little while like that, just cuddling in silence. He was waiting until you were ready to talk. And if he had to wait hours, days, even months for you, he would.

He loved you that much.

“Jealousy was not the feeling I had,” you finally said; not having his intense focused eyes on you gave you the courage to admit what was making you so upset at last.

“Then, what was it?”

“I… I just… I know I’m not that important in your life, and there’ll always be someone to replace me, and that thought… just losing you… scares me.”

Noya could not believe what his own ears were listening to. If anyone had told him those words came out of your mouth, he would have not believed them; yet there he was, listening to them with his own freaking ears, and he still could not believe it.

“And I’m a Giraffe...” You turned your head to look completely confused at him. “Oh, sorry, I thought we were playing that game in which we say stupid and imposible things as if they were true facts.”

Silence.

“You-...”

Silence.

Really, what could you say to that? How were you supposed to act? Punch him again for being this silly, laugh for being that funny or kiss him for being the best boyfriend you had ever had in your life?

“Y/N, listen to me carefully,” he ordered, pushing you on your back so he could look you right in the face, one of his hands holding your cheek, “I freaking love you. There’s no one I rather be with than with you; there’s no one I rather love than you. I am the one who’s always scared that some tall, good looking guy with a handsome beard like Asahi will come and steal you from my arms, and because he will be that big, he will squash me like a cockroach with his big ass foot.”

Again, how the hell did you respond to that? By this time, people might think you were used to his personality, but the truth was that he would always come up with things that left you speechless.

You watched him, seeing in his face how real and honest he was being with his words. And you smiled, tears clouding your sight again, but this time, an immense feeling of corresponded love filling your complete heart.

Your arms surrounded his neck, pulling him closer to you, connecting your foreheads lovingly, “I love you so much, my cockroach.”

He laughed happily, “Oh, I feel the regret for having said that now…”

“Wait ‘til I tell Ryu about it.”

“You wouldn’t dare…”

You laughed maliciously, to which, after a second that he looked like he had been betrayed by one of his most trusted people, he took revenge by starting a fight of tickles that made your laughs echo through the whole house.

A sound that everyone was used to hearing when you two were around.

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ghost-recs · 2 months

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CAN I ASK FOR YAKU OR NISHINOYA RECS IF U HAVE SOME⁉️

OF COURSE!! and why not both? my favorite liberos getting much deserved love💕

Nishinoya Recs

when you go away, i still see you by @kisskawa

synopsis: summer after graduation meant new beginnings, but it also meant goodbyes. however, you hope that some things never change.

i love the way this is written sm, fluffy oneshot with a tinge of angst.

thinking started feeling like burning by Grae_Coltrane [ao3]

synopsis: you had always thought you knew what would grant you happiness in life. but six years after graduation, you find yourself in front of your ex's house without a thought or feeling left in your body.

ngl, i was a little skeptical about this one, but it turned out to be so so cute! i love the way this is written, and noya is literally the sweetest little tornado! (thank you lovely anon for the recommendation!)

Bruises by Emocean (orphan_account) [ao3]

synopsis: you decided that soulmates are overrated, as yet another deep dark bruise appears on your body.

soulmate au in which the injuries your soulmate gets appears on your body as well, cute little oneshot!

Split Lives by GhostiMoth [ao3]

synopsis: you hate to think how slow and boring your life has gotten. after living a day in the body of your soulmate, hopefully that will change.

soulmate au where you and your soulmate switch bodies for the day, wholesome oneshot living the life of nishinoya.

Your Biggest Fan by queenofhyrule [ao3]

synopsis: being late to one of the most important games in nishinoya's career was not ideal, but the reason why was worth it.

best friends that obviously simp for each other, warning it gets spicier throughout (not totally sure how i feel about the ending, but still cute)

Strawberry Cream by skeletiddies [ao3]

synopsis: nishinoya takes tanaka's advice on how to confess to you, but things go horribly wrong.

crack oneshot, but a happy ending! this took me off guard, but made me laugh.

Bad Sleeping Habits by @oreosmama

synopsis: you and noya never know what to expect from each other before going to sleep.

just some short drabbles of the weird things you and noya do in your sleep, crack.

Yaku Recs

untitled: cloud 9 by @writingbymoonlight

synopsis: yaku shouldn't be held accountable for the way he acts around you.

coffee shop au, adorable oneshot that made fall for flustered yaku.

another untitled oneshot by @shoulmate

synopsis: yaku will take the disses if it means you will reveal what you truly think.

cute lil oneshot that i frequently occasionally think about.

Begin Again by hyuniebaby [ao3]

synopsis: after a toxic relationship, you're not used to being treated in the way you deserve.

YAKU IS A GENTLEMAN .

Burnt Out by 3rdgymmanager [ao3]

synopsis: yaku will respect your decision to quit volleyball, but not without some effort to persuade you otherwise.

oneshot that is purely yaku being the best supporter

If Only I Were Selfish by ThisNoodleWrites [ao3]

synopsis: yaku's biggest regret is that he wasn't selfish when it came to you, but time has given him a second chance.

timeskip oneshot with some reflections back to yaku's high school days, sweet happy ending.

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