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[osamiiya]

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fluff/slice of life

-> dialogue prompts

1. “Wow… You’re stronger than you look”

2. “And you do this every day?”

3. “A kiss under the stars…how romantic!” “Those are my glow-in-the-dark star stickers.”

4. “You fainted!!” “I think you mean, ‘I fell for you.’” “Your forehead is bleeding!”

5. “That’s my hand.” “Oh!” … “You’re not going to let go?” “Nope!”

6. “Yeah!” “Yeah!!”

7. “And you like me?” “That’s what I said.” “Like, romantically?” “That’s what I said.” “Why?”

8. “Did you just kiss me?” “Um, I’m pretty sure.”

9. “It’s so weird how whenever I see you my heart starts beating really fast. Like really fast.” “Hm… you should see a doctor for that.”

10. “You thought I would like this?” “I did.” “You were right”

11. “I never thought I would enjoy having mud everywhere.”

12. “How many kisses do I get if I do ____?”

13. “Write that down!”

14. “Guess who!” “Put your hands away.”

15. “You’re a nerd.” (Affectionate)

16. “Watch this!” … “What am I looking at?”

17. “Kiss it better?”

18. “We just made out for an hour and this is what you’re embarrassed about?”

19. “I love you.” “You just got your wisdom teeth removed”

20. “I think i’m in love with you.”

21. “You know, they say that if you witness the first snow with someone, you’ll fall in love .”

22. “I never knew you could be this beautiful.”

23. “You know my coffee order?” “I know everything about you.”

24. “You’re so fucking annoying… kiss me now.”

25. “That’s hot.” “Me?” “No, the stove.”

-> scenario prompts

26. I made my video game character look like you so I would never have to go without looking at you

27. I accidentally pavlov-ed my crush into liking me back, but it turns out I didn’t even need to.

28. Driving them home after getting their wisdom teeth removed

29. We’re both summer camp counselors and I told my group of kids to start shipping us because I like you

30. The cute cafe worker keeps spelling my name wrong in an attempt to strike up a conversation with me, but I’m too shy to correct them.

31. You keep taking your shirt off in an attempt to flirt with me, but i’m too preoccupied with you possibly getting sunburnt

32. You like bugs and I like you, but that spider is a lot bigger than I thought it would be

33. I’m being super inconspicuous about my crush on you, but we just spent 24 hours in the library together and in a sleep deprived act I kissed you on my doorstep

35. We’re childhood best friends and I didn’t think I liked you in that way, but this specific event happened and now I think I’m in love with you

36. I’m painting your nails and when I look up you’re looking at me with so much love in your eyes

37. We’re exes who never stopped loving each other seeing each other for the first time in years.

38. I didn’t think you liked me back but my friends are able to list all of the different things you’ve done for me as evidence

39. They say you always meet someone you love twice, I just thought you were a jerk the first time.

40. I never thought someone would be able to love me in the way I never knew I needed to be loved.

angst

-> dialogue prompts

1. “I love you.” “Not in the way I needed you to.”

2. “You just…weren’t enough for me.”

3. “Isn’t loving you enough?” “I never asked you to.”

4. “I’m tired of loving someone that will never love me back.”

5. “Do their lips on your skin feel the same as mine did?”

6. “I can’t do this anymore, not with you.”

7. “Do you love me because I’m me, or because I’m similar enough to who you really love.”

8. “I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not so you don’t feel ashamed to call me yours.”

9. “You can’t love someone and treat them like you treat me.”

10. “Was I enough?” “You were… I just was never good enough for you.”

11. “I don’t know if I can learn to love someone the way I loved you.” “You will.”

12. “i don’t think i’m capable of being loved, when i was neither made with love or by two people who loved each other”

13. “I wish i could’ve loved you.”

14. “Do you ever shut up?” “Funny coming from someone who said they liked how much I talk.”

15. “There’s someone else right?”

16. “I’m sorry I can’t control who I love.” “But you could’ve controlled where your eyes went.”

17. “You’re not even going to try long distance?” “I can’t do long distance when I don’t even see our relationship going anywhere.”

18. “Don’t call me anymore.” “Wasn’t planning on it.”

19. “You’re so good at lying you even lied to yourself that you love me.”

20. “I’m not upset that you don’t do these things, I’m upset that you don’t want to do them for me.”

21. “I thought you hated flowers?” “No girl hates flowers.”

22. “You’re just going to leave like this?” “I’m done trying!”

23. “It would be kinder for you to breakup with me than force me into a relationship where I know you want to leave.”

24. “Leave.” “I can’t”

25. “You only wanted me because you couldn’t have my sibling?” “I couldn’t let them go.”

-> scenario prompts

26. I love you, but I can’t love you if you don’t love yourself

27. They thought they wouldn’t get caught, but they forgot their phone was connected to their laptop

28. I still love you, but we need to be our own people for a while

29. I told you about an insecurity I have, and you used it against me in an argument

30. We’ve been dating for a while, but I realized that none of your friends or family knew about us dating

32. I supported you in everything you did, but you couldn’t bother coming to any of my events

33. I’ll give up, if it means my sibling will be happier with you.

34. Every time I look at your kids, I see you in them, and wish I could see myself in them too.

35. Coming home and seeing traces of them everywhere.

36. Slowly falling out of love

37. We’ve been dating for years but you still couldn’t remember I was allergic to ____

38. You’re drunk and calling me by another persons name

39. The way you picture your future doesn’t leave space for me in it.

40. We’ve been together for so long that we can’t seem to break up, even though we should

[osamiiya]

someone bully me into updating my master list

[osamiiya]

“But that one’s obvious”

Atsumu x reader

warnings // very suggestive! postcotial discussions. mention of alcohol

summary: Atsumu keeps a bucket list of things he would like to experience in his life.

notes: stares and blinks.

— — —

Atsumu is entirely ungraceful as he flops onto the bed next to you, skin damp with sweat as his chest heaves.

It’s quiet for a moment, the only sounds in the room heavy breathing and the ticking of the clock in your kitchen.

When you realized your crush on the MSBY setter, you hadn’t anticipated his reciprocation, much less the admission that he’s liked you pretty much since you met.

The hookup had also been a spur of the moment thing, the two of you were together at a charity event MSBY was invited to, and you tagged along as his plus-one. The two of you spend the night laughing while sipping cups of water as Bokuto and Hinata made tipsy fools of themselves.

One surprisingly deep conversation later, you found yourself cupping his jaw affectionately and his eyes seemed to flutter shut as you leaned in.

It’s a blur of confessions and clothes and kissing before you find yourself staring up at the ceiling, chest heaving.

“Crossed that off the bucket list.” Atsumu huffs from next to you.

You turn your head to give him a confused look, hair mussing slightly.

“..What?” Your voice is slightly scratchy from your previous activities.

“Making a hot person scream my name in bed.” Atsumu sends a shit eating grin as he wipes at his forehead.

“You’re impossible.” You laugh, head shaking in disbelief.

Atsumu just grins as he goes to collect a rag from your bathroom to clean up with.

“Everyone has one.” He hums as he returns.

His hands are gentle as he cleans you up, eyebrows knitted in concentration as the rag brushes over the panes of your body.

“What’s on it?” You sigh out, relishing in the feeling of being taken care of.

He doesn’t respond as he pulls on his boxers, and finds something for you to wear before flopping next to you on the bed.

“What’s on what?” Atsumu grins, he’s clearly getting a kick out of this. He doesn’t tease further as he lists off some more… intimate, items on his bucket list.

“Are they all sexual?” You snort, pushing him away as he inches further to kiss at your neck.

“Why? Did you want to cross some more off tonight?” You can feel his teeth against your neck as he smiles, laughing slightly.

“Absolutely not, keep your hands off me.”

Atsumu whines dramatically as he places one last kiss on your neck before gathering you in his arms as best he can from his angle.

“I want to try skydiving.” He hums, “And going to the olympics.”

He’s surprisingly thoughtful as he lists off various items on his bucket list, along with a short explanation when you press him for more details. Atsumu’s hand finds yours to hold loosely, thumb drawing languid circles as the two of you just talk.

It’s comfortable, you’ve been friends longer than you’ve been dating. Considering the series of confessions that had only happened earlier that evening.

You can tell Atsumus nearing the end of his mental bucket list when he hesitates and looks you shyly in the face.

“And confessing to you, but I checked that one off.” He hums thoughtfully, he chews on his bottom list as he lists off one last one.

“And treating you well. Dating you for a long time, spending as much time as I can with you.” He smiles fondly, eyes softening.

“But that one’s obvious.” He hums, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

It’s as if the air in your lungs has been sucked out of your body as he speaks, and there’s no stopping the smile that creeps onto your lips.

“That one’s obvious.” You echo softly, eyes searching his.

[osamiiya]

warnings// maybe suggestive!

— — —

Blinking awake next to Osamu, who’s eyes are still closed and his breathing even.

There’s little red marks that litter the column of neck and his chest.

“Physical evidence that you love me.” He’ll murmer later, laughing slightly as he traces them with a gentle hand, eyes staring softly in the mirror.

But now, his hair is messed up, pressing against the pillow. You’re sure he’ll have the most wicked cowlick.

One arm is lazily looped over your waist, the other under your head. And later, Osamu will grumble that he’s sore, but the next time you two slip into bed, he’ll pull you into his arms just the same.

His arms tighten every time you shift, and if you shift a little too much, his own soft brown eyes will blink open, bleary with sleep and gentle with the remnants of dreams.

“Morning.” Osamu’s voice is gravelly with disuse, breathing in deeply to stretch his back.

He blinks a couple more times, before a lazy smile creeps up onto his face as he simply looks at you in his arms.

There isn’t much light in the room, a sliver of light projected on the wall from Osamu not closing the curtains all the way. And, you know it’s cold in the room, but, Osamu runs hot, and you’re starting to overheat with his body pressed against yours.

“It’s hot.” You grumble back, trying to push and wiggle your way out of his grip, but his arms tighten as a low displeased groan makes its way out of Osamu.

“Stay, please.”

And who are you to deny a man what he wants?

[osamiiya]

showering with…

Sakusa is quiet and methodological. It’s gentle hands that take care of you before himself, a fact that surprises you every time he offers to shower together.

When you had begun dating, you hadn’t thought he would ever want to shower together. Just accepting it as a part of him that he would rather keep to himself.

Until he pauses at the bathroom door, hand on the door handle, internal struggle manifesting as a grimace on his face.

“Would you want to shower… together?”

It takes you a couple blinks to realize what he says. And the you inside your head’s jaw drops comically, like a cartoon character. Outwardly you just nod shyly, making your way off the bed and towards the bathroom.

Now, there’s still times he would rather shower alone. When he feels the germs on his skin too loudly, and his mind prickles with worry. But, otherwise, he’s inviting you in with a, “Are you coming?” and the quirk of an eyebrow.

Sakusa takes his time rubbing shampoo and conditioner into your hair. Fancy stuff that he’s done research on, different shampoos for you and for him that he keeps in his shower.

The whole this is a quiet affair, with murmured conversation about your day, or his practice, or whatever else comes to mind.

When he’s done scrubbing you down he places a gentle, almost not there kiss to the back of your neck, moving hair if he needs to.

He lets you dry off and sit on the toilet lid as he finishes washing himself, the same routine as always.

And when he’s done he dries himself off with you, peppering more liberal kisses on your skin, the gnawing feeling of germs eradicated with the soap he saw run down your body.

[osamiiya]

How I think the MSBY 4 take their shirts off

Characters: Miya Atsumu, Bokuto Kotarou, Hinata Shoyo, Sakusa Kiyoomi

A/n: this is so stupid but it’s so important to me. Did i stand in my room for too long taking my shirt on and off? maybe!! Also lmk if this has been done before :(

Warnings: Maybe slightly suggestive:)

Miya Atsumu

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Tugs from the back of his neck over his head with one hand (or two hands depending on the shirt tightness)

Saw it in a raunchy movie with Osamu that they had to secretly watch back when they were at the age where raunchy movies felt like a secret to keep

He definitely saw it and went “yeah, that’s the one.”

Also definitely does not care that Osamu does it too for the same reasons

He does

Bokuto Koutarou

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He puts one arm into the sleeve and tugs it toward his face and over his head sideways.

Its a mystery how all of his sleeves look so tight on his arms when they’re probably all stretched out

I’ve seen people do this at the gym though

Definitely does not know how he takes his shirt off, he just does it

So if you ask he’ll load for a moment before having to mine out the motions before telling you

Hinata Shoyo

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You never see the process just the result

Crosses his arms, grabbing the opposite ends of the shirt before pulling up over his head

Like “unwrapping a present” he says

Got into an argument with Tsukishima in high school about how “girls take their shirts off like that”

Hinata doesn’t care as long as the shirt makes it off his body.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Puts both arms in before pulling over his head

Does not care if it looks “stupid” (Atsumu)

Surprisingly fast at it, and would rather not touch the outside of his shirt, esp if he’s sweaty

His shirts stay not stretched out, and they stay inside out until they get put in the laundry.

Does not make a habit of undressing in front of people he doesn’t know anyways

[osamiiya]

was so tired forgot to add the summary

[osamiiya]

Poolside Confessions - Atsumu x Reader

Summary: Atsumu’s so concerned about your love life and who you like, he doesn’t consider that it might be him.

Warnings: None! Like one (1) ‘damn’

a/n: i’m so tired from my summer job (edit: forgot to add the summary i’m so sleepy)

———

“Stop! You’ll catch a cold!”

Atsumus voice grows louder as you stop, chest heaving with effort.

He had taken you swimming, a normal hang out instance between the two of you.

And, as time, as it usually does, passed and the sun started to set, the two of you abandon racing and splashing each other in favor of sitting at the ledge of the pool, watching the sun set. The atmosphere is perfect for conversation as the two of you swing your feet in the pool, shivering slightly as the summer night winds begin to pick up.

As friends (although you had hoped for more), it was a common occurrence for him to grill you about who you liked, or which of your friends liked each other. It’s in his nature to be curious about people’s love lives. Even if people (Aran) don’t want to tell him, he’ll figure it out eventually.

You’re used to it by now, but after the fluttering feeling when Atsumu landed a good set happened when he smiled, then when spoke, then when he was… him, increased, you had grown to dread it.

It started off like it usually did:

“Do you have a crush right now?”

“I think so.”

That then led to a smile a smidge more mischievous and evil than it had been before.

“Do I know him?”

“Yeah.”

At this point, Atsumu usually hums in acknowledgment and continues onto whatever mundane topic that comes to head. But, this time, he pushed.

“Is he in our class?”

“Do you know people outside of our class?”

He paused in contemplative thought before laughing and listing those that he knew. You thought it ended there.

“Is it Suna?”

“Ew.”

He laughed so hard he started coughing at that one.

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

His pleads get you to a point where you swear your eye is twitching and your impulse control plummets.

And you kiss him.

You really grab his face and plant one right onto his unsuspecting lips.

There’s a moment of pause, like the world has stopped turning, or someone clicked “pause” on the remote control of life.

And then you run.

You almost trip over your flip-flops, but you don’t. You do, however, forget your towel and cover-up at the pool, running down the street outside the public pool in nothing but flip flops and a bathing suit.

It takes Atsumu a minute, but with his volleyball athleticism, he’s able to catch up to you, arms holding all of the belongings the two of you left at the pool, bag flailing helplessly behind him.

“Wait!”

His voice echos down the empty streets, and your lungs burn with exertion.

“Stop! You’ll catch a cold!”

His voice is stern enough to make you skid to a halt, panting slightly as you take breaths of air.

It takes a couple seconds, but soon Atsumu is caught up, breathless, but he recovers quickly.

“Stupid.” He chastises as you shiver, the wind and night air settling into your skin.

He wraps a dry towel around you like a cape, holding it tight around you until you get the message and hold it yourself.

It’s quiet as he rearranges the things he brought to the pool into his bag, and you take the time to study his expressions and look away. The result is an awkward back and forth between your own feet and Atsumu’s face.

It’s like hours has gone by when it’s only been seconds before Atsumu stands and looks you in the eye.

“Why did you run?”

Your answer is nothing but a mumble, and your eyes decide that the ant crawling on the sidewalk is a better place to look than Atsumu.

He leans in, ducking so that his face fills your vision, and he stays there for a moment, simply looking. Atsumu studies your face, looking from your eyes to your nose, taking in its slope, to your lips. It’s as if they’re the most interesting thing to him as he studies them intensely, as if deciding what he would name the color of your lips.

“What are you doing?” Your voice is a whisper, and your breath fans across his lips.

His eyes snap to yours at your words, and a hand comes up to cup your cheek. Atsumu’s palm is warm and slightly calloused. And, it shakes slightly as his thumb brushes your cheekbone with the most care he’s ever used with his hands.

“Thinking of doing something stupid.”

Atsumu’s eyes then drop to your lips, as if he’s already gotten addicted to simply the proximity to them.

His hand shifts so his thumb can brush over your bottom lip gently. It’s slow, and you’re sure he can feel every crack, ridge, and texture your lips hold.

He leans in slightly, hand shifting to hold your jaw as his lips hover over yours.

His voice comes out in a hoarse whisper, as if he’s Atlas, and your face is his world.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” He chokes out before his eyes fully shut and he presses chapped lips to yours.

It’s a small thing, but softer and gentler than the kiss you had given him, what seems like almost decades ago.

He pulls away, but his eyes stay half lidded and trained on your lips. His hand doesn’t dare to move.

“The sun set.”

You risk a glance to the side, past Atsumu’s head, and sure enough, inky black sky and bright stars greet you.

The nod you give him has Atsumu leaning in again, capturing your lips in his. It’s warm in his grasp, and his other hand comes up to rest on your waist.

When you pull away, Atsumu chases the feeling of your lips slightly before opening his eyes.

“Please tell me that I’m the one you like.”

“That much should’ve been obvious right now.” You snort, leaning into his touch.

His smile sends butterflies into your stomach, and he licks his bottom lip slightly before cocking his head slightly to the left.

“Let’s get you home.”

[osamiiya]

tw//intoxication, swearing

———

Iwaizumi rarely got drunk. In fact, he was often the designated driver when the Seijoh alums went out for a drink to “catch up”.

But, rarely doesn’t mean never.

You had been working late, laptop resting on your lap as you looked through emails and documents that your coworkers had sent you last minute. Then, the text came.

Or rather, photo.

The [image attached] message popped up on the top right corner of your computer, then followed by a text saying “your husband?” Slightly confused, and amused, you open the text to see your husband, staring down into his glass with furrowed eyebrows.

You’re quick to answer Matsukawa that you’re on your way before making your way out of bed and into the car.

Iwaizumi would never hear the end of it if he had to be dropped off at home by one of his friends, and besides, drunk Iwaizumi is a rare occurrence.

Parking is easy, not very many people drive to the bar, and it’s easy to find the group you’re looking for. You swear you can hear Oikawa’s laugh from outside.

As you approach the group, you hear the tail end of their conversation.

“…besides, we knew he would be the first to get married.”

Oikawa makes a wounded noise.

“I had a girlfriend in high school!”

“And look where that got you.”

Hanamaki snorts at Matsukawa’s retort and takes a sip of his drink.

Iwaizumi’s back is to you, and he’s still hunched over his drink, albeit quietly. You open your mouth to greet them when Iwaizumi finally mumbles.

“I miss y/n.”

The table freezes as they turn to Iwaizumi, watching his eyes well with tears as he traces the rim of his glass.

“Shit, we got him too drunk.” Oikawa’s on damage control, not seeing you approach the table as Matsukawa texts on his phone, most likely to you if the vibration of your phone means anything.

“Look! Y/n!” Oikawa yelps, pointing to you as you wave, finally having gotten their attention.

Iwaizumi turns to you and your heart clenches at the sight of his red rimmed eyes that grow wider at the sight of you.

“Y/n.” He breathes out, blinking slowly.

You quickly say your goodbyes to the table, scooping up your husband into your arms as best you can, making sure that the other men at the table have a way home.

The way home is quiet as Iwaizumi sways slightly in his seat.

“I’m drunk.” He mumbles as the two of you stumble into your shared apartment.

“I can see that.” You grunt, pulling off his shoe.

“I love you.” He whispers, hand coming up clumsily to cup your cheek.

“I can see that.” You smile.

[osamiiya]

showering with…

Oikawa leads to sudsy kisses on your shoulder and hands gripping your waist with barely-there touches.

“Can you stop kissing me so I can rinse myself off?”

“But y/n.” Oikawa whines, tucking his face into your damp shoulder completely. His wet hair tickles your jaw as he mouths another kiss at your wet skin.

“I’m serious Tooru, I can’t move with us like this.” You try to be resolute, but Oikawa just hums and sways the two of you slightly, completely seeing through your bluff.

“You can reach well enough. I’m happy where I am.” He huffs, arms circling around you, trapping you further.

His chest presses against your back, and his thumb gently circles where it lays at your ribcage.

“Besides, you make the water too hot.” He murmers.

Obviously, that doesn’t stop him from hopping into the shower with you each time he hears the faucet turn on. He slyly leans against the door, devilish grin on his face as he watches you undress before following you in. But, it’s best you pretend you don’t know this.

“Yeah, yeah.” You mutter, hands coming up to wipe the water out of your face.

Oikawa’s head perks up at the motion, and he’s leaning over your shoulder to press a kiss to your cheek.

“My turn?”

You huff playfully and try your best to angle your face to see him.

“You’ll let me shampoo it this time?”

Oikawa pauses, and you can almost hear the gears clicking in his head before he lets out a dramatic sigh, spinning you in his arms to face him, and placing a kiss at the corner of your mouth.

“I suppose, because I love you so much. Or whatever.”

The left corner of his lip is quirked up in a smirk, but his eyes betray the smile he’s trying to hide.

[haleysgf]

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜

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fluff/slice of life

-> dialogue prompts

1. “Wow… You’re stronger than you look”

2. “And you do this every day?”

3. “A kiss under the stars…how romantic!” “Those are my glow-in-the-dark star stickers.”

4. “You fainted!!” “I think you mean, ‘I fell for you.’” “Your forehead is bleeding!”

5. “That’s my hand.” “Oh!” … “You’re not going to let go?” “Nope!”

6. “Yeah!” “Yeah!!”

7. “And you like me?” “That’s what I said.” “Like, romantically?” “That’s what I said.” “Why?”

8. “Did you just kiss me?” “Um, I’m pretty sure.”

9. “It’s so weird how whenever I see you my heart starts beating really fast. Like really fast.” “Hm… you should see a doctor for that.”

10. “You thought I would like this?” “I did.” “You were right”

11. “I never thought I would enjoy having mud everywhere.”

12. “How many kisses do I get if I do ____?”

13. “Write that down!”

14. “Guess who!” “Put your hands away.”

15. “You’re a nerd.” (Affectionate)

16. “Watch this!” … “What am I looking at?”

17. “Kiss it better?”

18. “We just made out for an hour and this is what you’re embarrassed about?”

19. “I love you.” “You just got your wisdom teeth removed”

20. “I think i’m in love with you.”

21. “You know, they say that if you witness the first snow with someone, you’ll fall in love .”

22. “I never knew you could be this beautiful.”

23. “You know my coffee order?” “I know everything about you.”

24. “You’re so fucking annoying… kiss me now.”

25. “That’s hot.” “Me?” “No, the stove.”

-> scenario prompts

26. I made my video game character look like you so I would never have to go without looking at you

27. I accidentally pavlov-ed my crush into liking me back, but it turns out I didn’t even need to.

28. Driving them home after getting their wisdom teeth removed

29. We’re both summer camp counselors and I told my group of kids to start shipping us because I like you

30. The cute cafe worker keeps spelling my name wrong in an attempt to strike up a conversation with me, but I’m too shy to correct them.

31. You keep taking your shirt off in an attempt to flirt with me, but i’m too preoccupied with you possibly getting sunburnt

32. You like bugs and I like you, but that spider is a lot bigger than I thought it would be

33. I’m being super inconspicuous about my crush on you, but we just spent 24 hours in the library together and in a sleep deprived act I kissed you on my doorstep

35. We’re childhood best friends and I didn’t think I liked you in that way, but this specific event happened and now I think I’m in love with you

36. I’m painting your nails and when I look up you’re looking at me with so much love in your eyes

37. We’re exes who never stopped loving each other seeing each other for the first time in years.

38. I didn’t think you liked me back but my friends are able to list all of the different things you’ve done for me as evidence

39. They say you always meet someone you love twice, I just thought you were a jerk the first time.

40. I never thought someone would be able to love me in the way I never knew I needed to be loved.

angst

-> dialogue prompts

1. “I love you.” “Not in the way I needed you to.”

2. “You just…weren’t enough for me.”

3. “Isn’t loving you enough?” “I never asked you to.”

4. “I’m tired of loving someone that will never love me back.”

5. “Do their lips on your skin feel the same as mine did?”

6. “I can’t do this anymore, not with you.”

7. “Do you love me because I’m me, or because I’m similar enough to who you really love.”

8. “I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not so you don’t feel ashamed to call me yours.”

9. “You can’t love someone and treat them like you treat me.”

10. “Was I enough?” “You were… I just was never good enough for you.”

11. “I don’t know if I can learn to love someone the way I loved you.” “You will.”

12. “i don’t think i’m capable of being loved, when i was neither made with love or by two people who loved each other”

13. “I wish i could’ve loved you.”

14. “Do you ever shut up?” “Funny coming from someone who said they liked how much I talk.”

15. “There’s someone else right?”

16. “I’m sorry I can’t control who I love.” “But you could’ve controlled where your eyes went.”

17. “You’re not even going to try long distance?” “I can’t do long distance when I don’t even see our relationship going anywhere.”

18. “Don’t call me anymore.” “Wasn’t planning on it.”

19. “You’re so good at lying you even lied to yourself that you love me.”

20. “I’m not upset that you don’t do these things, I’m upset that you don’t want to do them for me.”

21. “I thought you hated flowers?” “No girl hates flowers.”

22. “You’re just going to leave like this?” “I’m done trying!”

23. “It would be kinder for you to breakup with me than force me into a relationship where I know you want to leave.”

24. “Leave.” “I can’t”

25. “You only wanted me because you couldn’t have my sibling?” “I couldn’t let them go.”

-> scenario prompts

26. I love you, but I can’t love you if you don’t love yourself

27. They thought they wouldn’t get caught, but they forgot their phone was connected to their laptop

28. I still love you, but we need to be our own people for a while

29. I told you about an insecurity I have, and you used it against me in an argument

30. We’ve been dating for a while, but I realized that none of your friends or family knew about us dating

32. I supported you in everything you did, but you couldn’t bother coming to any of my events

33. I’ll give up, if it means my sibling will be happier with you.

34. Every time I look at your kids, I see you in them, and wish I could see myself in them too.

35. Coming home and seeing traces of them everywhere.

36. Slowly falling out of love

37. We’ve been dating for years but you still couldn’t remember I was allergic to ____

38. You’re drunk and calling me by another persons name

39. The way you picture your future doesn’t leave space for me in it.

40. We’ve been together for so long that we can’t seem to break up, even though we should

[osamiiya]

stealing prompts from my other blog for this blog ! feel free to make any requests :)

[osamiiya]

Howdy, I wanted to ask if you could do a fanfic with Hinata x reader studying and the reader being totally stressed because of finals and he calms them down?

I absolutely LOVE your other fanfics!🤍

ofc!!! tysm for requesting <<33 i was going THROUGH it during finals this year (i got dumped 😄)

Pairing: Hinata x Reader

—> Pre-established relationship

Warnings: Reader is stressed, i put some of my stress signs(?) i.e. forgetting to eat, crying,

Summary: Being stressed during uni finals and Hinata saves the day!

A/n: This is def based on my experience w finals, i am not a stem major so it might be a little different :)

It should be illegal the way for all of your professors to assign final essays due on the same day.

Sure, it makes sense to have the essay due on the first day of finals so that you “wouldn’t have to stress over their class during finals week.” But, when it’s 4 professors with the same mentality, it doesn’t quite work that way. Not to mention the other exam you have to study for.

It’s easy to get overwhelmed when looking at the never ending to-do list of assignments and studying and blocking out time for work and your social life, not to mention saving time for your relationship.

And sometimes while taking care of all aspects of your life, you forget to take care of yourself. Getting caught up in everything and forgetting important things, or putting self-care on the back burner.

Today was one of those days.

The library was jam-packed full of other students, laptops and notes out. All sharing the same grimace of stress and anxiety that finals season tends to produce.

You fought well and hard for the table in the corner with the working outlet. A two seater occupied by you and your backpack. It’s partially concealed, providing a sense of privacy that can only otherwise be achieved by the constantly occupied study rooms throughout the library.

The prime spot.

You and Hinata had discovered the spot early in your college career. Holding hands and poking your nose in every nook and cranny as the two of you hunted for a spot to study together at. Of course, Hinata would inevitably get distracted, thoughts wandering as he fidgeted with his phone. But, hey, at least the other library-goers were never disturbed by your whispers.

For now though, you were just glad that the spot kept others from seeing you unravel slowly as you flipped through paper and electronic notes, compiling what was taught in class and comparing it to what you know.

You’re sure you’d seen these concepts before, those DO look like your notes. But, the words are unfamiliar, and your vision goes blurry with tears as you fail to commit them to memory.

As you sniffle and wipe the snot from your nose, half in misplaced anger, you hear a soft “Hey.”

Hinata’s eyebrows are furrowed in the way they always are when he sees you cry, and he shrugs off his, albeit light-looking, backpack as he pulls out the chair next to yours.

“Hey, what happened?” His voice is soft, respecting the quiet atmosphere of the library, and comforting, worried that if he’s too loud he might further upset you. His hand comes out to rest on your leg as he leans in, trying to look you in the face.

You take a shuddering breath in, throwing your pen down in annoyance.

“I-“ Your voice breaks as you turn to look at him, finally crumbling under the stress and pressure you were carrying as you look at him.

An aborted sob leaves your mouth as your hand comes up to cover your face, leaning in to rest your forehead on Hinata’s shoulder, hiding your face from view.

“I don’t get it.” You sob out as Hinata’s hand comes up to stroke your back, shuffling his chair closer to yours as much he can.

“Oh… y/n.” Hinata frowns at the frustration and stress in your voice, worrying that his usual ways of cheering you up won’t help this time.

“I went to class and I went to office hours. And I still don’t get it. And I have two essays left to do by this weekend, and I haven’t even looked at the prompt for one of them, and the other has a minimum of eight pages. How am I supposed to write eight pages about a single news article?”

There’s a pout in your voice as you vent out everything that you’ve been stressing over, and Hinata sits and listens, rubbing your back and gathering one of your hands in his, thumb brushing the back of your hand gently.

“Not to mention, I haven’t even seen you this week because of these stupid finals and it’s so stupid how busy I am.” You sob out.

Hinata suppresses a smile at that, the words warming his heart. He had missed you too, growing restless but not wanting to distract you from any exams or projects you had.

Which led him to check if you were at the library, just so he could sit by you as you worked, spending at least some time together.

“Hey! I’m here now!” He laughs slightly, running a hand over your head. Hinata gently maneuvers you so he can see your face.

Your eyes are puffy and there’s tears and snot running down your face, and you’re still sniffling, but Hinata thinks you look so pretty under the dingy library lights.

“And, i’m positive you’ll be able to make it through this. Why don’t you take a break from it for now.” He pauses to think. “Maybe you can switch what you’re doing and look over the prompt for the essay, or I can look over it for you while you take a break.”

He lets go of your hand to pick up a sheet of paper. A grimace forms on his face as he realizes he has no idea what you’re doing in class.

“You’re way smarter than me, why are there numbers on this.” Hinata lightly jokes.

You sigh and take the paper from him, explaining the concept on the paper, rewording sections so that he could understand. Hinata asks light questions that you answer easily, and connects the concepts to silly ideas.

“See! You do get it!” He beams at you, poking your arm gently.

“You just needed a break from it. How long have you been here?” A gentle hand comes up to wipe away a stray tear from your face.

You sigh, looking at the clock on your phone. “Since 10?”

Hinata’s eyes widen. “You didn’t have lunch or dinner yet?”

You train your eyes on the piece of paper in front of you, mumbling out an “I forgot.” along with another half-thought out excuse.

“Come get dinner with me? Like a date!” Hinata laughs slightly and thumbs at your cheek.

A glance at your notes tells Hinata you don’t want to leave the library in fear of forgetting what you’ve done so far.

“A new set of eyes will definitely help. Plus, you can’t work on an empty stomach.” Hinata’s smile turns lopsided, and he starts gathering your things.

You smile and help put things away with him. “I guess…”

Once you’re done, Hinata slings both bags over his shoulders and grabs your hand again.

“After dinner we can go somewhere else to study, and you can use me as flash cards or something.” His hand squeezes yours once before swinging them slightly.

Hinata watches your stress melt away throughout the course of dinner and after dinner he helps you portion your time to get everything done.

Then, he sits with your hand in his, and sits with you as you study, drawing little doodles on your notes and kissing your cheek when he sees the stress flare up again.

[osamiiya]

Howdy, I wanted to ask if you could do a fanfic with Hinata x reader studying and the reader being totally stressed because of finals and he calms them down?

I absolutely LOVE your other fanfics!🤍

ofc!!! tysm for requesting <<33 i was going THROUGH it during finals this year (i got dumped 😄)

Pairing: Hinata x Reader

—> Pre-established relationship

Warnings: Reader is stressed, i put some of my stress signs(?) i.e. forgetting to eat, crying,

Summary: Being stressed during uni finals and Hinata saves the day!

A/n: This is def based on my experience w finals, i am not a stem major so it might be a little different :)

It should be illegal the way for all of your professors to assign final essays due on the same day.

Sure, it makes sense to have the essay due on the first day of finals so that you “wouldn’t have to stress over their class during finals week.” But, when it’s 4 professors with the same mentality, it doesn’t quite work that way. Not to mention the other exam you have to study for.

It’s easy to get overwhelmed when looking at the never ending to-do list of assignments and studying and blocking out time for work and your social life, not to mention saving time for your relationship.

And sometimes while taking care of all aspects of your life, you forget to take care of yourself. Getting caught up in everything and forgetting important things, or putting self-care on the back burner.

Today was one of those days.

The library was jam-packed full of other students, laptops and notes out. All sharing the same grimace of stress and anxiety that finals season tends to produce.

You fought well and hard for the table in the corner with the working outlet. A two seater occupied by you and your backpack. It’s partially concealed, providing a sense of privacy that can only otherwise be achieved by the constantly occupied study rooms throughout the library.

The prime spot.

You and Hinata had discovered the spot early in your college career. Holding hands and poking your nose in every nook and cranny as the two of you hunted for a spot to study together at. Of course, Hinata would inevitably get distracted, thoughts wandering as he fidgeted with his phone. But, hey, at least the other library-goers were never disturbed by your whispers.

For now though, you were just glad that the spot kept others from seeing you unravel slowly as you flipped through paper and electronic notes, compiling what was taught in class and comparing it to what you know.

You’re sure you’d seen these concepts before, those DO look like your notes. But, the words are unfamiliar, and your vision goes blurry with tears as you fail to commit them to memory.

As you sniffle and wipe the snot from your nose, half in misplaced anger, you hear a soft “Hey.”

Hinata’s eyebrows are furrowed in the way they always are when he sees you cry, and he shrugs off his, albeit light-looking, backpack as he pulls out the chair next to yours.

“Hey, what happened?” His voice is soft, respecting the quiet atmosphere of the library, and comforting, worried that if he’s too loud he might further upset you. His hand comes out to rest on your leg as he leans in, trying to look you in the face.

You take a shuddering breath in, throwing your pen down in annoyance.

“I-“ Your voice breaks as you turn to look at him, finally crumbling under the stress and pressure you were carrying as you look at him.

An aborted sob leaves your mouth as your hand comes up to cover your face, leaning in to rest your forehead on Hinata’s shoulder, hiding your face from view.

“I don’t get it.” You sob out as Hinata’s hand comes up to stroke your back, shuffling his chair closer to yours as much he can.

“Oh… y/n.” Hinata frowns at the frustration and stress in your voice, worrying that his usual ways of cheering you up won’t help this time.

“I went to class and I went to office hours. And I still don’t get it. And I have two essays left to do by this weekend, and I haven’t even looked at the prompt for one of them, and the other has a minimum of eight pages. How am I supposed to write eight pages about a single news article?”

There’s a pout in your voice as you vent out everything that you’ve been stressing over, and Hinata sits and listens, rubbing your back and gathering one of your hands in his, thumb brushing the back of your hand gently.

“Not to mention, I haven’t even seen you this week because of these stupid finals and it’s so stupid how busy I am.” You sob out.

Hinata suppresses a smile at that, the words warming his heart. He had missed you too, growing restless but not wanting to distract you from any exams or projects you had.

Which led him to check if you were at the library, just so he could sit by you as you worked, spending at least some time together.

“Hey! I’m here now!” He laughs slightly, running a hand over your head. Hinata gently maneuvers you so he can see your face.

Your eyes are puffy and there’s tears and snot running down your face, and you’re still sniffling, but Hinata thinks you look so pretty under the dingy library lights.

“And, i’m positive you’ll be able to make it through this. Why don’t you take a break from it for now.” He pauses to think. “Maybe you can switch what you’re doing and look over the prompt for the essay, or I can look over it for you while you take a break.”

He lets go of your hand to pick up a sheet of paper. A grimace forms on his face as he realizes he has no idea what you’re doing in class.

“You’re way smarter than me, why are there numbers on this.” Hinata lightly jokes.

You sigh and take the paper from him, explaining the concept on the paper, rewording sections so that he could understand. Hinata asks light questions that you answer easily, and connects the concepts to silly ideas.

“See! You do get it!” He beams at you, poking your arm gently.

“You just needed a break from it. How long have you been here?” A gentle hand comes up to wipe away a stray tear from your face.

You sigh, looking at the clock on your phone. “Since 10?”

Hinata’s eyes widen. “You didn’t have lunch or dinner yet?”

You train your eyes on the piece of paper in front of you, mumbling out an “I forgot.” along with another half-thought out excuse.

“Come get dinner with me? Like a date!” Hinata laughs slightly and thumbs at your cheek.

A glance at your notes tells Hinata you don’t want to leave the library in fear of forgetting what you’ve done so far.

“A new set of eyes will definitely help. Plus, you can’t work on an empty stomach.” Hinata’s smile turns lopsided, and he starts gathering your things.

You smile and help put things away with him. “I guess…”

Once you’re done, Hinata slings both bags over his shoulders and grabs your hand again.

“After dinner we can go somewhere else to study, and you can use me as flash cards or something.” His hand squeezes yours once before swinging them slightly.

Hinata watches your stress melt away throughout the course of dinner and after dinner he helps you portion your time to get everything done.

Then, he sits with your hand in his, and sits with you as you study, drawing little doodles on your notes and kissing your cheek when he sees the stress flare up again.

[osamiiya]

Howdy, I wanted to ask if you could do a fanfic with Hinata x reader studying and the reader being totally stressed because of finals and he calms them down?

I absolutely LOVE your other fanfics!🤍

ofc!!! tysm for requesting <<33 i was going THROUGH it during finals this year (i got dumped 😄)

Pairing: Hinata x Reader

—> Pre-established relationship

Warnings: Reader is stressed, i put some of my stress signs(?) i.e. forgetting to eat, crying,

Summary: Being stressed during uni finals and Hinata saves the day!

A/n: This is def based on my experience w finals, i am not a stem major so it might be a little different :)

It should be illegal the way for all of your professors to assign final essays due on the same day.

Sure, it makes sense to have the essay due on the first day of finals so that you “wouldn’t have to stress over their class during finals week.” But, when it’s 4 professors with the same mentality, it doesn’t quite work that way. Not to mention the other exam you have to study for.

It’s easy to get overwhelmed when looking at the never ending to-do list of assignments and studying and blocking out time for work and your social life, not to mention saving time for your relationship.

And sometimes while taking care of all aspects of your life, you forget to take care of yourself. Getting caught up in everything and forgetting important things, or putting self-care on the back burner.

Today was one of those days.

The library was jam-packed full of other students, laptops and notes out. All sharing the same grimace of stress and anxiety that finals season tends to produce.

You fought well and hard for the table in the corner with the working outlet. A two seater occupied by you and your backpack. It’s partially concealed, providing a sense of privacy that can only otherwise be achieved by the constantly occupied study rooms throughout the library.

The prime spot.

You and Hinata had discovered the spot early in your college career. Holding hands and poking your nose in every nook and cranny as the two of you hunted for a spot to study together at. Of course, Hinata would inevitably get distracted, thoughts wandering as he fidgeted with his phone. But, hey, at least the other library-goers were never disturbed by your whispers.

For now though, you were just glad that the spot kept others from seeing you unravel slowly as you flipped through paper and electronic notes, compiling what was taught in class and comparing it to what you know.

You’re sure you’d seen these concepts before, those DO look like your notes. But, the words are unfamiliar, and your vision goes blurry with tears as you fail to commit them to memory.

As you sniffle and wipe the snot from your nose, half in misplaced anger, you hear a soft “Hey.”

Hinata’s eyebrows are furrowed in the way they always are when he sees you cry, and he shrugs off his, albeit light-looking, backpack as he pulls out the chair next to yours.

“Hey, what happened?” His voice is soft, respecting the quiet atmosphere of the library, and comforting, worried that if he’s too loud he might further upset you. His hand comes out to rest on your leg as he leans in, trying to look you in the face.

You take a shuddering breath in, throwing your pen down in annoyance.

“I-“ Your voice breaks as you turn to look at him, finally crumbling under the stress and pressure you were carrying as you look at him.

An aborted sob leaves your mouth as your hand comes up to cover your face, leaning in to rest your forehead on Hinata’s shoulder, hiding your face from view.

“I don’t get it.” You sob out as Hinata’s hand comes up to stroke your back, shuffling his chair closer to yours as much he can.

“Oh… y/n.” Hinata frowns at the frustration and stress in your voice, worrying that his usual ways of cheering you up won’t help this time.

“I went to class and I went to office hours. And I still don’t get it. And I have two essays left to do by this weekend, and I haven’t even looked at the prompt for one of them, and the other has a minimum of eight pages. How am I supposed to write eight pages about a single news article?”

There’s a pout in your voice as you vent out everything that you’ve been stressing over, and Hinata sits and listens, rubbing your back and gathering one of your hands in his, thumb brushing the back of your hand gently.

“Not to mention, I haven’t even seen you this week because of these stupid finals and it’s so stupid how busy I am.” You sob out.

Hinata suppresses a smile at that, the words warming his heart. He had missed you too, growing restless but not wanting to distract you from any exams or projects you had.

Which led him to check if you were at the library, just so he could sit by you as you worked, spending at least some time together.

“Hey! I’m here now!” He laughs slightly, running a hand over your head. Hinata gently maneuvers you so he can see your face.

Your eyes are puffy and there’s tears and snot running down your face, and you’re still sniffling, but Hinata thinks you look so pretty under the dingy library lights.

“And, i’m positive you’ll be able to make it through this. Why don’t you take a break from it for now.” He pauses to think. “Maybe you can switch what you’re doing and look over the prompt for the essay, or I can look over it for you while you take a break.”

He lets go of your hand to pick up a sheet of paper. A grimace forms on his face as he realizes he has no idea what you’re doing in class.

“You’re way smarter than me, why are there numbers on this.” Hinata lightly jokes.

You sigh and take the paper from him, explaining the concept on the paper, rewording sections so that he could understand. Hinata asks light questions that you answer easily, and connects the concepts to silly ideas.

“See! You do get it!” He beams at you, poking your arm gently.

“You just needed a break from it. How long have you been here?” A gentle hand comes up to wipe away a stray tear from your face.

You sigh, looking at the clock on your phone. “Since 10?”

Hinata’s eyes widen. “You didn’t have lunch or dinner yet?”

You train your eyes on the piece of paper in front of you, mumbling out an “I forgot.” along with another half-thought out excuse.

“Come get dinner with me? Like a date!” Hinata laughs slightly and thumbs at your cheek.

A glance at your notes tells Hinata you don’t want to leave the library in fear of forgetting what you’ve done so far.

“A new set of eyes will definitely help. Plus, you can’t work on an empty stomach.” Hinata’s smile turns lopsided, and he starts gathering your things.

You smile and help put things away with him. “I guess…”

Once you’re done, Hinata slings both bags over his shoulders and grabs your hand again.

“After dinner we can go somewhere else to study, and you can use me as flash cards or something.” His hand squeezes yours once before swinging them slightly.

Hinata watches your stress melt away throughout the course of dinner and after dinner he helps you portion your time to get everything done.

Then, he sits with your hand in his, and sits with you as you study, drawing little doodles on your notes and kissing your cheek when he sees the stress flare up again.

[osamiiya]

AITA- Miya Atsumu x Reader

Summary: Am I the asshole for falling in love with my volleyball team manager? They’re also my childhood friend and I accidentally ran away from them after kissing them after we won the finals…

Atsumu kisses his team manager on accident (he’s in love with them) and turns to reddit for help.

Rating: Teen (For language!)

Warnings: Language!!

Notes: Mainly from Atsumu POV, lmk if we ever want the reader’s POV, no pronouns or gender identifying characters used in regards to the reader! The ending is rushed idk where I was going with this.

A/n: Hi it’s been a while i’m in college now and recently rewatched haikyuu so expect things (possibly) from me this summer

Atsumu’s fingers hover above his phone keypad, glaring down at the blinking text cursor staring back up at him. He gnaws on his lip slightly, feeling the salty sweat from the days activities on his tongue.

He hadn’t meant for this to happen. He got caught up in the moment! It could happen to anyone, really!

One thing you know, you’re watching the ball hit the floor on the other side of the net. Heart pumping and ears ringing from the adrenaline and excitement of the successful setter dump. The poor, distraught faces staring up at him from across the net.

Atsumu promises he’s not a psychopath.

If anything, it was the cheers that erupted from the crowd, boosting his confidence and grinding his decision making skills lower than they already are (according to ‘Samu).

Heart pumping, his head whipped to the side, tunnel visioning on your bright smile from the sidelines. In fact, his feet moved without his consent, pulled by some invisible force dragging him to you.

Next thing he knows, he’s gathering your face in his hands, gently, a complete contradiction to the wild, vibrant, exhilarating emotions working their way through his body.

Atsumu’s eyes met yours, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips, then he was leaning in, then his eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his lips to yours.

He doesn’t even know if you closed your eyes.

And the kiss was… not like what he wanted his first kiss with you to be.

Sure, there were fireworks, and he’s been dreaming of this moment for years and years. And Atsumu thinks he could die in the next five minutes and die without any regrets. Then his eyes snap open, as realization pours over him like a bucket of ice water. Thinking about it now, Atsumu thinks the realization is more abrupt. Like a slap to the face, or like the time Osamu ripped his bandaid off his leg.

Within the mere seconds of eye contact and lip contact, Atsumu has four different realizations:

1. His mother was in the stands, watching her son kiss the kid she remembers from her sons’ childhood, always knocking on their door asking if “‘Tsumu and ‘Samu wanted to pass the volleyball around with them.

2. His team was probably watching him kiss their team manager. He would get an earful from Kita no matter what, and he would probably disappear in mysterious and ominous ways if they quit the manager position because of this.

3. He was sweaty. Almost obnoxiously so. The hands cupping your face? Disgusting. They were on the floor, touching the volleyball, slick with sweat, and somehow dry all at once. His face? Sweaty. His hair? Probably all messed up from sweat.

The fourth and final realization is arguably the most important:

4. The two of you were not dating. In fact, you had no idea of these feelings he had been harboring for you. And by kissing you, not only had he revealed these feelings, but possibly, completely ruined the almost 10 year friendship between the two of you.

All of these realizations poured over Atsumu like a bucket of ice water.

He pulls away from you, like he had been burned by the slight pressure on his lips. He stares at you for a moment, barely registering the commotion around the two of you.

And he bolts.

Atsumu realizes that he doesn’t care about going to nationals anymore, and instead only cares about getting to the furthest location from Gymnasium 1. His legs, of course, also do not care that he played five sets, and carry him all the way to his backpack, tucked in some stairway with everyone else’s gear, and into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind him.

He mutters a few curse words as he locks the door, staring at the empty row of stalls in front of him.

“I’m going to live out my life and die in this bathroom.” He groans out, burying his face in his (disgusting) hands.

He fishes his phone out of his backpack. He goes through a mental checklist of the people he knows and is willing to ask for advice about.

Atsumu draws a blank.

‘The internet will know.’ Atsumu thinks. It would be better for random strangers to counsel him.

He starts typing.

“Am I the asshole for running away from someone after kissing them?”

Atsumu thinks he’s an asshole, but maybe the internet sees the situation differently.

“I (17M) am in love with my high school volleyball team manager. We‘re childhood friends, and I remember loving them as love as I remember how the sun feels on my skin. This year we won all of our matches and quality to advance to spring nationals.

The last match we won had everyone really hyped. In the midst of the excitement, I kissed my manager. In front of everyone. And then I ran. Because I’m scared.

I’m currently hiding in the bathroom, because I don’t know what else to do, and I suppose my excitement got the best of me, but i’m not sure I can continue daily life knowing what the pressure of their lips against mine was. I want to confess but If it goes wrong, everything in my life gets impacted.

Did I ruin any chance at anything by running? It was kind of a dick move.

Thoughts?”

He posts it.

A minute later his phone lights up with a notification informing him of a response. Several responses.

“Yes, you’re an asshole. People need to use this bathroom.”

“It was mad funny”

“Please come out so we can talk.”

A cold sweat forms on his neck when he realizes it was his personal account he posted from. Rookie mistake.

If he does die, Atsumu would rather be in the doorway of the bathroom, rather than surrounded but the smells of different bodily…things.

He opens the door, smiling at you sheepishly.

“Hey, what brings you here?”

Your smile doesn’t reach your lips, and Atsumu sweats.

“Have something to say?” Your voice only serves to speed up the heart palpitations in his chest. Atsumu is even sure that if you were looking at his eyes, you would see them dilate in affection.

He’s making a noise, he realizes. Staring dumbly at your lips, an “um” sound occupying the space as he tries to gather his words and not think about how soft your lips were, or how he could basically taste the smile on your lips.

“I like you… and not in the way I should. I’ve been in love with you forever, and ‘Samu’s always on my case about it and I really don’t know what to do about it and you looked so pretty smiling there after we won and I dunno I just-“

Your lips are on his again, interrupting the word vomit spilling from his lips.

He melts, and his hands come up to grip your waist as his eyes flutter closed and he leans into the kiss.

And suddenly the pressure is gone, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you mumble against his lips, before dashing down the hall.

“I like you too.”

Atsumu’s quick to follow, feeling the burn of overworked muscle in his thighs, and listening to the sound of your laugh echo down the hall.

He guesses he’s not as big of an asshole as he thought.

[osamiiya]

hiiii !!!! r u going to continue “first kisses…”? no rush !! I just wanted to ask 💛 hope u have a good day and i absolutely love your writing

this is from so long ago i’m so sorry 😭😭 IM EVEN MORE SORRY THAT I DELETED THE DRAFT PLANNING OUT THE SERIES AND NOW IDK WHATS GOING ON OR WHATS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN 😭😭😭