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your warmth melt my blue and grey away

[bluesora]

hey guys !!

i’ve moved to a new blog since i will be writing for other anime not just haikyuu anymore (and im kinda lazy to restructure a new theme).

thank you so much for showing love and support for this blog !! it’ll mean so much to me if you’d like to support me there as well.

new blog: @muiiruii

[kart0]

who called for the manager I am the manager

[muiiruii]

pray for the stars to come together

kita shinsuke x gn! reader

soft angst ; fluff ; a teaspoon of poetry ; exes to lovers ; abstract ; non-linear ; implied death

inspired by: wish - blackbeans ; lyrics translation

it’s always been you collab by @woahsamu

a/n: it’s been awhile since i’ve written anything so please be gentle and i hope you like it !!

it’s been three years. and oddly enough, he could not feel the weight of your absence even after so long. how could he when traces of you were littered around his home—somehow it still felt like one.

taking a sip of his lukewarm tea, kita watched the stars glistened ever so bright from his balcony. maybe, somewhere deep within his heart, he knew it will work out in the end. as his grandma would always say, ‘if it’s meant to be, it will be’.

of course, he could tell she was affected by your missing presence when she called out your name each time she wanted an orange peeled. perhaps, he even found himself pouring an extra cup of tea whenever he was lost in thought.

you were always present in the little routine they had in their life, and even after three years, even if grandma stops calling you and kita stops grabbing another cup, somehow he could still vividly feel the love you left for him in bits and pieces of memories stored in his precious cookie tin (the same one you used to keep scraps of scribbled poems and letters).

kita loved you, so much so that he realized he might even love the you who he have yet to meet after three years. all he could do was pray to the stars that always accompanied him through the night.

“i wish. . .”

“don’t you want to know too?”

kita raised a brow at your sudden question, the pen he was diligently using to scribble down notes lifted only for a mere second before he continued where he left off.

“know of?”

“who is going to sit at your grave and talk to you for hours. you know? that kind of thing.”

your feet swung in unison to the tone of your voice while the sparkle in your eyes was brimmed with so much curiosity, he wondered if only you had given the same amount of attention to your studies as you would then also be at the top of your class.

“was that all yer thinking about this whole time?”

“maybe?”

you grinned like an innocent child caught playing around instead of doing their homework.

“would you?”

kita wanted to answer you only after you have finished your work, but just the thought of knowing you will never be by his side again somehow didn’t sit well with him. his heart felt an itch he wasn’t familiar with, and yet through this unfamiliarity did he realize how much of your presence occupied his heart.

“would yer want me to?”

he looked up at your surprised face, a fond smile dotted along his lips when he noticed soft hues of red dusted on the tip of your ears.

“that would be romantic but i feel like you would just be nagging over my dead body if you’re going to talk for hours.”

a sweet chuckle left his lips at your accusation, one in which he found it to be quite endearing. did that meant you had envision growing old with him?

“i think that does sound nice.”

you gasped in the most exaggerated manner you could master as your hand covered your mouth.

“are you saying it’s nice that i’m going to die first?”

sometimes he wondered what goes on in that head of yours, yet it amused him how you would always bring pockets of joy into his life.

“i’m saying it’ll be nice to grow old together with yer.”

it’s been three years. and oddly enough, you found yourself still holding onto a cup of tea as you watched the faint twinkle of stars hanging in the night sky. from time to time, you would doodle random rice grain on your scripts and even peel an extra orange out of habit.

it was in those little moments did you realize how much of his routine had stuck with you even if you stubbornly refused to follow through it. and in the absence of his presence, you found yourself struggling to keep in touch with reality, for you had never known how he was always the one anchoring you so you would not lost your way back.

sometimes you wondered if it was worth it. moving to a new city, starting afresh and chasing a dream you still was not quite sure of. it was everything you ever wanted, yes, and the more you shared it with everyone you love, the more you believe in it. the more others tried to tell you otherwise, the more certain you were towards it.

yet, somewhere deep within your heart, you knew that if nothing worked out, there was still a place you could return to. you just had a feeling that even if the world were to end the next day, you would still find yourself wanting to be in the comfort of his arms.

a saying you often heard by someone precious to you, ‘if it’s meant to be, it will be.’ and you believe in it. after all, whatever happens will happen. perhaps, maybe the only thing you could do was pray to the little shimmers above you that had been the light to your dark days.

“i wish. . .”

“yer sure?”

you nodded firmly, albeit the nervousness bubbling in the pits of your stomach at your decision.

atsumu hummed a little too loud, making you shushed him in panic.

“and for how long?”

“three to maybe five years?”

the lad almost blew your cover if you had not reacted quick enough by covering his loud mouth with your hand.

“yer crazy?!”

he whispered-yelled after prying your hand away.

“i don’t know, am i?”

the blonde could not believe the question (even if it was rhetorical) that left your lips.

“did captain say anything about it?”

your silence explained the whole situation as to why you even have to pull him towards the old gym and away from prying eyes.

“did yer think he wouldn’t understand?”

you shook your head, suddenly feeling ashamed of your actions even when you had thought about it a thousand and more times.

“he would. i know he would be supportive and that’s the thing…”

if the whole world was against you, you knew he would still be the one to hold your hand gently and tell you how it’ll be all okay because he just know that was what you needed to hear.

“i don’t want him to say that it’s okay if i’m not by his side. i know i’m being selfish and unreasonable, but i don’t want him to let me go even if i need him to.”

if only you had known.

“i’m sorry i was too late.”

if only he had been more selfish.

“yer still made it.”

with your eyes darting towards the ceiling in hopes to keep those waves of frustration and sorrow back, a tear or two still slipped from the corner of your eyes as you stubbornly refused to blink them away.

“why…did it have to be this way?”

the words trembled along with your fingers that held the last thing you ever wanted to hold in your life, even if you knew it was inevitable.

“yer would think she said that because she knew?”

oh god, just the thought of her words echoing along with the memories you shared together was enough to bring you down. your heart ached so much as the sight of her smile in the small photo frame in front of you.

‘if it’s meant to be, it will be.’

you wanted to at least make her proud with all her constant nagging of wanting to meet her grandchildren, yet had you known her time was numbered, perhaps you would never leave in the first place.

“i didn’t know—”

“—no one knew what will happen in the future—”

“—two years! it was only two more years i could’ve—”

with gentle arms soothing your back, you spilled every regret, frustration and pain into his shoulder as if everything was a lie. as if this was all a bad dream and you’ll wake up tomorrow studying for your final exams. before you made the stupid decision to leave, to just disappear without a goodbye, and maybe she will still be here nagging for you two to get married soon.

“did she say anything?”

your red puffy eyes did nothing to hinder your nimble fingers as you peeled an orange with ease.

“about yer?”

you nodded, gently placing the finished one next to the alter before proceeding to peel another one.

kita watched as you did what you would always do back in the days, and somehow he could feel the tears prickling the corner of his eyes at the endearing sight of you he had been constantly replying in his mind so he wouldn’t forget. like a routine he wished to be able to relive again.

naturally, he took another teacup and poured you some tea as you broke the orange in half for him.

“she said if yer coming back, she wants to be the first to see us get married.”

you hummed.

“and that she hope yer would stop feeling guilty for leaving because she knew about yer dream.”

you nodded and for once, finally tore your eyes away from her to the stars in front of the balcony.

“i wish we could have just stayed together from the start. even though that wasn’t the initial wish i kept praying.”

kita couldn’t help but chuckle knowing you still had the habit of saying your wishes aloud. his gaze softened at the way you laid right by his side so effortlessly, as if your absence never happened. perhaps, he knew all along that even if it took ten years for you to come back, it would still feel right. you would still fit perfectly like a mold you made him out to be where it’s only right if it’s you.

“yer weren’t the only one praying to the stars, but i guess i would also wish yer were here with me from the start. at least,”

tightening his arms around your frame, he decided it wouldn’t be so bad to be selfish for once.

“i know yer would be here until the end.”

“yes, until we grow old and wrinkly.”

“even if i nag at yer grave for hours?”

you chuckled at the old memory he just had to remind you of. seriously, you couldn’t believe he still remembered something so silly.

“even if you nag in front of our kids and grandkids, i would still love you nonetheless.”

[muiiruii]

when he’s feeling a little out of it

matsuno chifuyu & hanemiya kazutora

fluff ; age up (manga version) ; tenderness in loving another in their presence

a/n: it’s been a while since i’ve written for tokrev please be gentle if i butchered kazu’s characterization TT^TT

matsuno chifuyu had always wondered how just being by your side could put a smile so naturally on his face. when did you become an existence he could not replace? even more so, someone who he could not live without. you were warm like the sun, comforting like the moon, and the stars he tends to gaze at pales miserably in comparison to your presence. everything about you feels like home to him—the faint scent of french lavender, traces of fur, and the occasional taste of honey lemon. wherever you are was wherever he will be. and he would never ask for anything more when he have you by his side, but sometimes, on days where it’s a little blue, he found himself sinking deeper into the comfort of your presence.

“fuyu?”

you could tell he was slightly out of it when he did not catch your first call. it wasn’t the first time this had happened, and even if you weren’t told the reason behind his change in behavior, you still decided to just sit it out with him.

warm hands overlapped his clenched fists, you held onto it tightly as if to thaw the coldness creeping up his veins.

“fuyu, i’m right here with you. always.”

it took a minute or two before his fingers flinched, eyes darted over to your presence beside him.

“i know.”

he would whisper in the most gentle way that would put a smile to your face when you brought his hands up to your cheek—a cute habit he loved whenever you feel a little giddy and shy.

“thank you,” he mumbled under his breath as he pulled you a tad closer, just so he could leave a sweet peck on the tip of your nose.

“for always reminding me that there’s hope.”

you may not quite understood what he meant, but you know deep down, regardless of what will happen, your decision and feelings will never change.

“thank you for always being so gentle with me.”

you giggled at the cheesiness oozing right out of your words but it was worth it. definitely, when the growing hues of pink dusted ever so shyly on his cheeks had you both chuckling at the embarrassment of feeling like two little kids confessing their love for each other again.

no matter how many times the future might change, he will forever have you etched into his heart and hope that the red strings of fate will bring you to him in every timeline he existed.

hanemiya kazutora found himself wondering why just by feeling your fingers combing through his hair had his nerves washed away and his thoughts silenced as calm as a lake. it will always remain a mystery to him, for he had never experienced anything quite like this in his entire life. it was as if you cast a sleeping spell on him whenever you hum softly under your breath; magic overflowing from the tip of your fingers to the end of his toes. that was all you need to do to build back the world that crumbled each time his thoughts intrude a little too much.

“maybe we should just head to the city office right now to update my family registry.”

“did something ha—”

there was a pause, a shift in your gear when you saw the grin tugging the corner of his lips.

“i—is that a proposal?”

you gasped, unsure if the shock was from how out of the blue his question came or the fact that he even considered marriage when you knew about his past and what he had gone through.

“maybe? i’m just blurting my feelings out loud. we can take our time, there’s no rush.”

“are you sure?”

“if it’s for you, i’ll can wait until we are—”

“—i meant with me…as in marriage.”

you gently turned his head up to face you, worried eyes with seriousness knitted in your brows as your lips parted but words stuck at the tip of your tongue.

“and why would i not be sure?”

his large hands cupped your cheeks, a soft smile hanging on his lips when watched your eyes glossed over.

“you are the very reason why i loved to see the sun each morning, the reason why i want to start all over again, why i decided to live for myself again.”

your lips trembled at his words that held the weight you would never be able to truly understand. it was always heavy and it pains you whenever he had his episodes, but all you could do was be present with him.

“instead, i should be the one to ask you. are you sure?”

“always.”

you replied in a heartbeat. one that had his eyes widened for a fraction before they disappeared behind a smile he couldn’t quite hold back.

he wondered, truly, what did he ever do to deserve you in his life after all that he had done in his past. what was god’s plan for him? was this his punishment? to finally experience something so precious that he just know if you were taken away from him, he will never be the same again. and somehow, it made him realized nothing scared him more than losing you.

“so, shall we just do it now?”

you chuckled at the goofiness in his smile when he turned around and had his arms lock around your waist. his cheeks resting ever so naturally on your thigh, and for a split second, you almost gave in at the breathtaking moment that seized your heart.

“maybe after you stop giving chifuyu-kun a hard time by slacking off as his boss.”

oh how you regretted saying that when he climbed onto your lap with a pout ever so obvious on his lips.

“are you saying chifuyu is the reason we can’t get married right now?”

for once, kazutora realized that regardless of how silly his actions or words may seem to others, somehow he couldn’t quite help it when he’s with you. like a dream, he just want you and only you to always be with him and never would he ever let you go (nor hear another man’s name from your lips).

“would you like to repeat that again?”

[lyykaia]

[lyykaia]

hm. i got lazy about using thinner strokes😂

[shinsukiss-deactivated20230226]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋;

➵ kita shinsuke x f!reader ➵ contents: in which you start crushing on a stranger in a photo

it’s on a slow day when your curiosity finally gets the better of you. your cleaning had taken you close to the wall next to the cash register. it’s dotted with picture frames- celebrities, the boss’s brother, special occasions, the boss’s brother again. ever since you were hired not long ago, you’ve quickly learned to recognize who the regulars are. you’ve never seen anyone gulp down rice balls quite like miya atsumu does.

there’s one frame in particular that always catches your eye though, and you can’t count how many times your eyes have wandered to it. it’s not particularly eye-catching compared to the clientele that the wall boasts, but it’s unique in that it’s one of the few that wasn’t taken in the restaurant.

“what’re ya gapin’ at?”

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[bluesora]

i love you at 2am

「 i’m coming over after your steam so win this match for me ♡ ♡ ♡ 」

“look at that silly smile on his face~ i wonder what he was looking at~”

“someone clearly out of your league.”

kenma’s deadpanned response had his other teammates burst out laughing while the one who teased him initially groaned at yet another failed attempt.

“this is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“i don’t see you having one either!”

kenma chuckled at their little bantering, wondering if your little message was a blessing in disguise for lightening the mood of their team after the first defeat.

「 ok, see you later 」

「 ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ ♡ ♡ 」

he could almost see that bright smile of yours whenever you’re excited as you spam him with emoticons and hearts.

“seriously, when will we ever get to meet y/n? just one text and kenma’s popping off with his hits.”

“maybe if we win this match.”

“ALL RIGHT GUYS, YOU HEARD HIM. IT’S SHOW TIME!”

sometimes, at times like this, kenma realized how much space in his heart was filled by your presence and he wondered if this was what love supposed to feel like.

“you’re done? i’m almost done with the eggs so take a seat first.”

kenma ease himself onto the chair nearest to the kitchen so he could watch as you whip up a simple meal he was not expecting to receive.

there was something about the way you stood in front of the stove in a cheap apron and messy bun, as if its so natural for you, as if you belonged here in his house with him.

“you must be hungry right? i managed to grab some groceries on the way so eat up before it gets cold!”

thanking you for the meal, kenma wondered when was the last time he had eaten a homemade meal. when was the last time he had someone who thought about his well-being without even having to voice them out. although it was a simple meal, it was one that had melted the coldness of the night away and instead filled him with so much warmth.

“why are you taking a photo of me eating?”

“because you look so cute right now.”

your smile was so evidently displayed behind the film camera you were using, kenma couldn’t help but take his phone out to snap a photo back as well.

“hey! delete that!”

“i will if you delete yours.”

“that’s so unfair!! you know that’s impossible.”

you pouted, but it couldn’t last for more than a few seconds when you saw the soft smile that tugged the corner of his cheeks.

“how was the game?”

“it was a close match. we almost clutched it but the opponent got lucky.”

“oh no, if only i could give you all my luck so that it outweighs theirs!”

kenma chuckled at the face you were making even though he wasn’t affected by the results. after all, their team still qualified for the tournament.

“i think you’ve given me enough by being in my life.”

if the face you were making before was cute in his eyes, it had became ten times cuter the moment his words reach your ears.

it was truly unexpected of him to throw such affectionate words right at you when you had always been the one to say them instead. he was someone who uses actions after all, which you appreciate each time you realize the things he would do for you.

you were definitely not ready to receive such openness. hell, you may have once thought of such scenarios in your head before, but once it turned reality, all your imagined responses flew out of the window.

“you can go ahead and take a bath first, i’ll clean up the dishes.”

watching you stare at him blankly was rather amusing, and he honestly wouldn’t mind watching you being like this a little longer but it’s past midnight and you might catch a cold if wash up too late.

“well, we can always take it together.”

those dishes almost lost its life when kenma flinched at the words you’ve just said that had him pause in his step.

your little laughter you tried to hold in didn’t help the situation at all as kenma continued his way to the sink, making sure all of it is placed nicely before making his way over to you.

“of course, that was a joke~”

“why not, it saves water doesn’t it?”

you hadn’t realized how close he was to you until you felt his hands on both sides of the table hovering above you. for a moment, you felt so small in your seat.

did the lady at the counter gave you a potion and not sesame oil? because kenma is not being his usual self and your heart clearly couldn’t handle this side of him as it fluttered so hard your cheeks are burning red.

“k-kenma—”

“may i?”

he asked gently, a kind of voice you wondered if it was reserved only for you because you hadn’t known he was capable of it, nor have you ever heard it on his streams.

nodding your head was the only response you could give to his question as your eyes unknowingly close at the feeling of his breath against your cupid bow.

but it never came.

“thank you, y/n.”

your eyes snapped open to see him sticking his tongue out before making his way to the bathroom.

did he just pulled a joke on you? kenma? before your lips could part a complaint towards him for cheating his way with your heart, you could see his head popped out from the bathroom door with semi-wet hair.

“i’m not joining!”

“you don’t have to, i just wanted to say i’ll do the dishes after i’m done so you can just leave it there.”

even though he was rather nonchalant with his words, you could still see the amusement swirling in that brown eyes of his for leaving you speechless twice. also, for dying your cheeks red with embarrassment and love.

love. i guess even he was capable of making you feel the way you made him feel all the time, which this was what love supposed to be like, right?

note: thank you for following this account of mine and being so supportive of my writing even though i haven’t been consistent and disciplined enough to write everyone’s requests. this blog will now be archived.

[bluesora]

hi!! i immediately fell in love with your writing as i saw a piece from this very event! i hope you continue to grow even further and it’s a really creative event you’re doing <3

may i request ‘i find you in the darkness’, page 70? i can’t wait to see what you do with it :)

stumble

my spirit stumbles, drunkenly through the dark with eyes closed, arms outstretched, feeling its way heart to beating heart. trying to find the one...that reminds it of you.

— alfa, i find you in darkness, pg. 70

“did i ever tell you?”

your eyes flickered from the tip of your toes to the forgotten ashes by the edge of the curb you were sitting on.

“about my dream?”

akaashi watched as you stretched your legs out, while the burning bud between your fingers slowly loses its spark at the end.

“that one day you’d travel around the world and leave pieces of you in every place you’ve been?”

a sheepish smile broke your lips apart at the reminder of your silly dream when you were younger; days where you felt anything was possible—those innocent days you really wish you could relive.

how terribly sad that it only took a year to change your once enthusiastic heart.

“thanks for reminding me that i was once youthful and naive.”

“you are still—”

you laughed, one that had him frowning in return. akaashi wondered what happened in the span of a year when he was away for you to have changed so much, but he couldn’t bring it up.

“no, not that kind of dream, keiji.”

his name, the name that he hadn’t known he longed to hear until you said it, and you did it again.

“keiji, i dreamt of you.”

your eyes finally met his in this long awaited reunion of two friends who everyone thought would end up together but…

“i dreamt of you in a blurry room filled with miscellaneous things that i once loved.”

he wondered if things would’ve been better if he stayed, if he hadn’t left you, if he was there when you needed him the most.

he wondered if…

“everything was poorly depicted in mere outlines and faint hues, but i knew what they were—like how i knew it was you.”

he noticed the slight tremble of your voice at the end. it was faint, barely even lasted a second but caught it.

and it broke his heart.

“i...”

“it’s okay.”

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay, it wasn’t something you had control over.”

“i’m really sorry—”

“it was just a dream akaashi!”

tears were threatening to spill at the thought of how much your heart still beats for him when you know it was already too late.

“maybe it would’ve been better if i hadn’t left.”

“no—”

you picked up your things in one quick motion before turning to face him one last time.

“—it would’ve been better if you didn’t come back.”

note: i’m so sorry i took so long to write this and i’m also really sorry if it wasn’t up to your expectations. it’s been a while since i wrote anything and i’m truly thankful for your request despite my sudden disappearance. this will be my second last piece before i archived this side blog of mine.

[bluesora]

whatever your accent color is, whatever you link into your bio will become that color, that is why it’s darker blue than something that is not linked, it’s your accent color that’s making it that way

oh!!!

i didn’t know that ,, thank you so much !!

@the anon who asked about my bio ,, i hope this helps !!

[bluesora]

Do please 42 and akaashi keiji🌙

thank you for dropping a request <3 !! i hope you like it my dear hehe ; ;

ps. this is unedited and written upon receiving the request

“would you rather go back to the past or towards the future?”

akaashi took a deep breath as he contemplated on both choices you had graciously presented to him.

“is it that hard to choose?”

you snapped quietly, worried eyes glancing towards the side of the hall where most teachers were standing around.

“which choice would you pick then?”

“definitely back to the past!”

“really? just because you regretted not studying hard enough for the entrance exam?”

your lips frowned at yet another reminder of why you didn’t quite feel like you had a fulfilled life in high school.

“not that! i mean, i did regret not studying properly but that’s not the point.”

of course, studying is one of the main duties as a student but that’s definitely not the reason why you’d go back and relive those days again.

“we’re graduating akaashi! today!”

he coughed, giving you a look which basically translates to you being too loud.

“sorry—i just, you know, i miss the days when bokuto-senpai was around and how everyone was so excited for nationals—and you too! i just want the moments to last a little long—”

“y/n-san, if i catch you babbling during the principal’s speech, you’re going up the stage okay?”

the familiar voice of your homeroom teacher right by your ear had you zipped up immediately as she eyed akaashi a second more before walking back to where she stood.

“i would pick the future.”

“how do you always not get caught?”

you whispered right after she left, eyes staring daggers at the male who always get away with anything while you were the one that’s often get called out.

“i don’t know,” he chuckled amusingly, fingers adjusting his tie a little as he tried to maintain a straight face again.

“why the future?”

akaashi hesitated with his lips slightly apart, the advice he had received from konoha-senpai before he graduated echoed in his mind.

“because you don’t want to study again?”

“perhaps because you dropped something.”

“huh? i did?”

you both reached down to feel the wooden floor, fingers just barely caressing but your attention was too focused on finding the thing you supposedly dropped.

“what did i—”

“here,” he reached his fist out and upon reflex you opened the palm of your hand.

it was a button. round and slightly yellow.

“i’m not missing any of my buttons though, maybe it’s someone else—”

that’s when you saw it, the slight thread that hung loosely on akaashi’s blazer where his missing button was. it was his. the last button on his blazer.

and everything seems to make sense now.

“are you flirting with me?”

you almost yelled in surprise at the thought of akaashi giving you his button as if it was like that of those shoujo manga scene you always squealed around.

the tiniest bit of pink that dusted on his ears was enough to have you blanked out.

“am i? i might just want a better future together that’s all.”

was akaashi always that cute?

you heard yourself asking a million times over before you decided perhaps graduation wasn’t as bad as you thought it’ll be.

“akaashi, i—”

“do you guys want to proclaim your love for each other up on stage? since that seem to be more important than graduating itself right?”

for once, you honestly wondered why the hell not since it’s the last day of school after all.

“you know what sensei? i just migh—”

“i’m sorry, we’ll excused ourselves to the back instead.”

with his arms on your wrist, you laughed at the hurried steps he took to drag you away from the teacher and the rest of the students.

“maybe i should pick the future and see how many kids we have akaashi!”

“maybe i should go back to the past and have you spend lesser time with bokuto-san since you’re becoming more and more like him.”

“are you jealous?”

“no y/n, that wasn’t the point.”

akaashi wondered if he shouldn’t have followed through with the advice, but soon realized it didn’t really matter since the smile that was spreading across your adorable face was enough to prove his love was not one-sided after all. at least, not entirely so.

feel free to send one ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

[bluesora]

how do you get two different color text in your bio?

hihi !!

i have no idea tbh ; ;

but i do think it might be because i added links onto the word blue and grey and therefore they became another colour on my bio ??

[scvrllet]

Prompt List #1

A/N: phew finally finished my first prompt list. a vast majority of these are my own but there are a few that I found online/was inspired by.

Feel free to use these for whatever you may want! Credit is not necessary but would be appreciated.

Prompt List #2

Fluff

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” 

“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.” 

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.” 

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?” 

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.” 

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.” 

“You made me a better person. Thank you.” 

“I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

“This reminded me of you.” 

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

“Make a wish!”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there for you.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re just a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

Angst

“I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?” 

“You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

“But it’s my fault right?”

“I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

“You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?” 

“I love you.” “No you don’t” 

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”  

“I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

“Maybe they were right, you never did change.” 

“This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!” 

“What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

“You’ve changed.”

“You win, happy?”

“Any other lies left to tell me?”

“Why did you wait until I moved on?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

“It’s always been (her/him/them).”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Let me go.”

“You’re not you.”

“I miss the old you.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.” 

“Move out of my way before I make you.”

“You deserve better.”

“I risked my life for you.”

“I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

“They were perfect for each other.”

“I was happier with you.”

“I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.” 

“They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.” 

“Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.” 

“You broke me.”

“You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

“You promised.”

“I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“Leave.”

“I can’t keep playing pretend.”

“You deserve so much better.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I wish we never met.”

“I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

General

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 

“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“Where are you?”

“What happened?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

“Is that my book?”

“Are they dead?”

“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Come back to bed. Please.” 

“You’re who they warned me about.” 

“Come back.”

“You should’ve listened to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days.” 

“Are you jealous?”

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

“Why is there a deer in the room?” 

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

“It’s not my choice.”

“Can we take this home?”

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” 

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

“Come home.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“I made this for you.”

“Why is arson always your first answer?”

“Is this really the time for jokes?” 

“You always do this.” 

“Wake me up when it’s over.” 

“You look happy.” 

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” 

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

“Do you want that?”

“Don’t let go.” 

“Just let me stay.”

“Can I at least tell my side of the story?” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

“Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Have you been sleeping?”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

[bluesora]

send me a number from general prompts and any hq character in my prompt list !!

i want to get back my writing habit before working on those draft and requests i owed ٩(๑`^´๑)۶

[bluesora]

late night conversations that doesn’t make sense

a phone conversation with akaashi at 2am [ m.list ]

“did you know?”

“hm?”

“that bokuto-senpai wore my school skirt once, but he could only zip till the halfway mark.”

akaashi made a sound that seemed like he choked on air, but quickly cleared his throat to hide his surprise.

“why would he do that?”

“because he lost a bet with me?”

“which was?”

“who will you greet first when you entered the gym.”

“when was that?”

“the...hmm...”

“did you forget?”

“i think it was the day you guys had a training match with an all-boys school?”

he thought back to that fateful day, trying his hardest to remember why he did not notice his captain’s ridiculous stunt either.

“didn’t i greeted bokuto-san first?”

“yeah, that’s why i won!”

“who did he bet on?”

“himself.”

“wait, then how did you win?”

“because i said ‘not me’! so as long as you don’t greet me, i win!”

“but bokuto-san also wins right? isn’t it a tie?”

“no it’s not! think about it, the probability of you greeting anyone other than me outweighs the probability of you greeting only him. doesn’t that mean my winning possibility is higher and therefore my win is bigger than his?”

your voice chirped enthusiastically at your proud explanation—of which akaashi seemed to be quite used to your bazaar theories.

“and he believed that, didn’t he?”

“bokuto-senpai always believes in me.”

he laughed at your reply, unsure if what you said had a hidden positive meaning behind or you were just mocking the captain’s naivety.

“that’s true.”

“that’s what i like about him.”

“i think that’s what everyone does too.”

“and you too!”

“hm?”

“i like that about you too!”

“and that’s?”

“not telling!”

your giggles tugged the corners of his lips into a smile he hadn’t realize he was capable of; one that was soft and slightly dusted with a hue of shyness.

“all right, well i guess i could say the same for you too.”

“about what?”

“not telling either, y/n.”

“so you’re saying you like me too?”

“goodnight.”

“hey! you’re being so unfair right now, akaashi!”

“you were the one that was unfair.”

he whispered softly as your voice grew softer with the growing distance. those last words replayed like echos in his mind when his eyes darted back to his reflection on the window panes. perhaps it was just a late night thing, he concluded; they make you feel a little different.

[bluesora]

late night conversations that doesn’t make sense

a phone conversation with akaashi at 2am [ m.list ]

“did you know?”

“hm?”

“that bokuto-senpai wore my school skirt once, but he could only zip till the halfway mark.”

akaashi made a sound that seemed like he choked on air, but quickly cleared his throat to hide his surprise.

“why would he do that?”

“because he lost a bet with me?”

“which was?”

“who will you greet first when you entered the gym.”

“when was that?”

“the...hmm...”

“did you forget?”

“i think it was the day you guys had a training match with an all-boys school?”

he thought back to that fateful day, trying his hardest to remember why he did not notice his captain’s ridiculous stunt either.

“didn’t i greeted bokuto-san first?”

“yeah, that’s why i won!”

“who did he bet on?”

“himself.”

“wait, then how did you win?”

“because i said ‘not me’! so as long as you don’t greet me, i win!”

“but bokuto-san also wins right? isn’t it a tie?”

“no it’s not! think about it, the probability of you greeting anyone other than me outweighs the probability of you greeting only him. doesn’t that mean my winning possibility is higher and therefore my win is bigger than his?”

your voice chirped enthusiastically at your proud explanation—of which akaashi seemed to be quite used to your bazaar theories.

“and he believed that, didn’t he?”

“bokuto-senpai always believes in me.”

he laughed at your reply, unsure if what you said had a hidden positive meaning behind or you were just mocking the captain’s naivety.

“that’s true.”

“that’s what i like about him.”

“i think that’s what everyone does too.”

“and you too!”

“hm?”

“i like that about you too!”

“and that’s?”

“not telling!”

your giggles tugged the corners of his lips into a smile he hadn’t realize he was capable of; one that was soft and slightly dusted with a hue of shyness.

“all right, well i guess i could say the same for you too.”

“about what?”

“not telling either, y/n.”

“so you’re saying you like me too?”

“goodnight.”

“hey! you’re being so unfair right now, akaashi!”

“you were the one that was unfair.”

he whispered softly as your voice grew softer with the growing distance. those last words replayed like echos in his mind when his eyes darted back to his reflection on the window panes. perhaps it was just a late night thing, he concluded; they make you feel a little different.

[bluesora]

late night conversations that doesn’t make sense

a phone conversation with akaashi at 2am [ m.list ]

“did you know?”

“hm?”

“that bokuto-senpai wore my school skirt once, but he could only zip till the halfway mark.”

akaashi made a sound that seemed like he choked on air, but quickly cleared his throat to hide his surprise.

“why would he do that?”

“because he lost a bet with me?”

“which was?”

“who will you greet first when you entered the gym.”

“when was that?”

“the...hmm...”

“did you forget?”

“i think it was the day you guys had a training match with an all-boys school?”

he thought back to that fateful day, trying his hardest to remember why he did not notice his captain’s ridiculous stunt either.

“didn’t i greeted bokuto-san first?”

“yeah, that’s why i won!”

“who did he bet on?”

“himself.”

“wait, then how did you win?”

“because i said ‘not me’! so as long as you don’t greet me, i win!”

“but bokuto-san also wins right? isn’t it a tie?”

“no it’s not! think about it, the probability of you greeting anyone other than me outweighs the probability of you greeting only him. doesn’t that mean my winning possibility is higher and therefore my win is bigger than his?”

your voice chirped enthusiastically at your proud explanation—of which akaashi seemed to be quite used to your bazaar theories.

“and he believed that, didn’t he?”

“bokuto-senpai always believes in me.”

he laughed at your reply, unsure if what you said had a hidden positive meaning behind or you were just mocking the captain’s naivety.

“that’s true.”

“that’s what i like about him.”

“i think that’s what everyone does too.”

“and you too!”

“hm?”

“i like that about you too!”

“and that’s?”

“not telling!”

your giggles tugged the corners of his lips into a smile he hadn’t realize he was capable of; one that was soft and slightly dusted with a hue of shyness.

“all right, well i guess i could say the same for you too.”

“about what?”

“not telling either, y/n.”

“so you’re saying you like me too?”

“goodnight.”

“hey! you’re being so unfair right now, akaashi!”

“you were the one that was unfair.”

he whispered softly as your voice grew softer with the growing distance. those last words replayed like echos in his mind when his eyes darted back to his reflection on the window panes. perhaps it was just a late night thing, he concluded; they make you feel a little different.

[bluesora]

seasons change

oikawa tōru x fem! reader

high school au! ; fluff ; snippets of angst ; a teaspoon of poetry ; a sprinkle of comedy ; abstract

seasons die one after another as if to tell you nothing last forever. what if it just goes to show that new beginnings will only happen when something ends? of course, not all things have to end up that way.

change collaboration by @kohi-zeri ; focusing on the change within a phase of life.

“what happens now?”

it was almost the end of winter, which also meant that it’ll be three years of being together with oikawa when spring comes.

“we graduate.”

his voice was muffled against the navy scarf you knitted for his birthday. it was his favorite one among the other gifts you had given him.

“and then what?”

you, who have been dreading this very day to come, wondered why time seem to pass so quickly the moment you realized there was a definite end to be met.

“we’ll then go our separate ways.”

it wasn’t something you hadn’t thought about, especially when the school forces you to decide what route you’d take on your last year of high school. it was something mandatory for everyone to answer, as if you were expected to have dreams and goals to chase after.

“and where will that be?”

you whispered, finding it harder to lie now that the end is approaching.

“wherever you want it to be.”

oikawa turned to face you, his cheeks grazing against the shallow grass beneath him.

“it doesn’t matter where as long as you’re there with me”

of course, you couldn’t bring yourself to say that to him—that would be selfish of you, wouldn’t it?

you darted your eyes over to his honey-brown ones, the smile that was tugging on the corner of his lips triggered a tide of loneliness that washed over your numb body.

“must be nice.”

you managed to choke out, hiding the bubble of tears that threatened to spill behind a light cough.

“what’s nice?”

“you know, to have a dream? one that’s making you go all the way to the other side of the world for. how admirable, really.”

it took him a few seconds to process the weight of your words, what you truly meant and why you’re saying it as such.

“you were always just so...amazing.”

“that’s because you only saw what you wanted to see in me.”

it was your turn to process those heavy words, unsure of the feelings running through your veins when you felt a prick against the walls of your heart.

oikawa really knew how to make those tear ducts of yours work as it streamed down the corners of your eyes in its purest form; littering dews on those soft grass you laid upon.

“y/n-chan?”

“hm?”

“even if we go our separate ways, it doesn’t mean we will never see each other again.”

“i know that, but it’s just so hard to wake up to the days without you with me. we were always together, always, and i—”

oikawa loosened the scarf around his neck as he covered your face with it.

“you say it as if i’m dying.”

you chuckled, wiping those tears away with the scarf that smelled so much like him, including the faint traces of his favorite deodorant. it brought great comfort to your overly anxious nerves.

“aren’t you?” you joked. “your presence will slowly wither away.”

“it will, but not if you let me live in those memories we had shared.”

and you knew that wasn’t all of it. you knew how every little corners of this town will remind you of him, whether it was for the better or worse you weren’t sure of yet.

“remember the day you shouted our last match was the best play despite losing?”

“when i was trying to cheer you guys up despite my ugly crying?”

“you’re not ug—”

“mattsu-kun took a photo and said it was worth the lost if he get to see such a hilarious face.”

oikawa made a mental note to address it later.

“yes I remembered, why?”

“our match might have ended despite the last time we will be representing seijoh as a team, but like you said, it was our best play. and i felt something shifted within me.”

“and that was?”

“the reason why i’m going to argentina. y/n, sometimes things have to end in order for new beginnings to happen.”

“why do we have to end? can’t it just be our life as a high school student that ends?”

your voice cracked a little at the thought of him leaving yet again.

“wait, who said we’re breaking up?”

“you said we’ll go our separate ways!”

oikawa, trying his best to recall the flow of conversation, finally understood the reason behind your emotional outburst.

“i meant it literally as it is! i’ll be in argentina trying to improve myself the best that i can while you find yours in your own very way.”

“then you shouldn’t have to use the word separate right?”

“but we are separated because i can’t be with you physically!”

you have had it with this favorite man of yours and his misleading words.

“and here i thought spring was going to be an irony where love flourished but mine will end like the dead of winter because you’re going to leave me.”

he pulled you over to his chest in an attempt to smooth your anger from the misunderstanding, but of course, that’s not enough when you could feel the weight of embarrassment heating up the tip of your neck to your ears and rosy cheeks.

“does that mean i can fly myself over to argentina with you since ‘wherever i want it to be’ is to be with you?”

“that’s a separate issue for another day, y/n. let’s stop talking for now.”

[bluesora]

hey i figured out how to mute notifications for a specific post (just in case you haven't already done it), you go to the normal notifications panel and then when you see the post that people are liking, you long press it and then it'll ask you if you'd like to mute notifications for that specific post :)

ohh!! hehe i have done so and it helped me get off notifications but it still didn’t stop the notifications i’m receiving in the tumblr app itself whenever people rb/like.

but it’s all right, i think it’ll only happen if i delete the post which i don’t think it’s very to do so :’)

thank you so much for your help tho !! i appreciate it a lot <3 and so sorry for the late reply as well ;A;