summary: in which miya atsumu is completely in love with you and you find that very hard to believe.
word count: 3.2k+
warnings/contents: angst, fluff, humour
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Miya Atsumu has always been a stubborn man. He was stubborn in his opinions, and feelings, and contrary to the popular belief that he flies through people romantically -that was not the case.
He’s only ever had two major loves in his life, the first being the girl in the cereal commercial when he was a kid. Atsumu was dead set on marrying her and living on a dairy farm, and plus free cereal for life. It wasn’t until he found out that she wasn’t real -courtesy of Osamu- that he refused to believe in love.
He’s had crushes and flings, sure, especially in high school, the majority of people do. However, he was too busy trying to win Nationals and be the best setter in Japan that romantic relationships often took the third or fourth spot in his priority list.
Then he met you. It was raining, Atsumu remembers meeting you. You coming in, rushing into the training centre, while you handed off a bento box to his personal trainer. Watching from the ground he was sitting on, watching as you turned, almost slipping on the floor because of your wet shoes, and Atsumu rushing over to help you before anyone could.
Looking down at your wide eyes, your mouth parted in shock and the sheepish smile that soon took over, until he said, “Oi, watch where yer goin’, could have damaged the floor wit’ that face.”
At the scowl on your face, and a clever comeback on your lips, he decided right then and there that you were the only person that was going to be in his heart. You were the only person that he wanted to love, and he wanted to prove it to you.
Do you ever think about rich boy gojo in a college au :( because i do :(
tags: fem! reader, slight dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, car sex
gojo satoru is the most agitating guy you know—and you tell yourself that you can’t stand him.
he’s got an obnoxiously fancy car he revs the engine of, he wears annoyingly expensive clothes to an eight am class that everyone else shows to in sweats, he shows up with the newest everything as soon as it’s out, and he really does think he can get whatever he wants, whenever he wants.
you think someone ought to tell him no just once in his life, that someone should put him in his place and teach him just how life works—not everyone has trust funds to fall back on, and not everyone cares for his little pout that always gets him anything he says.
but gojo satoru is painfully attractive, and he’s painfully attracted to you—and you can only push whenever he pulls so many times before your resolve weakens. he’s a cocky bastard, and he thinks everything in life is a breeze that he doesn’t have to work for, but he’s hard to resist—no matter how many times you tell yourself that you’ll resist.
it’s hot, and gojo’s breath on your neck is only added heat as his hands wander up your hips, squeezing them and pulling you closer on his lap. you gasp, and he smirks against your skin, reclining the leather seat of his car back so you both have more room.
“never happening,” he mocks your voice with a high pitch to his, sucking on your skin and surely leaving marks. you try your best to glare at him—and he feels his boxers tighten at your persistence. “looks to me like it’s happening, sweetheart,” he continues to try and get under your skin, and you grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin through his shirt.
“you asked for a date,” you bite back, “fucking in your car is not a date. this has no feelings attached,” you say firmly, and he pouts, bucking his hips up so that his erection rubs against your clothed clit, making you both shudder. he lets out a soft groan, and your breath hitches in your throat.
“trying to hurt my feelings, sweetheart?” he pouts deeper, but his eyes are amused, and it makes you hate him even more. there’s never any winning with gojo satoru, even when you think you’ve got him right where it hurts, there’s never any beating him.
and there’s something about him that lights you up—the way he’s so out of reach, the way he’s so out of your league. you’re in two different worlds, and no matter how much gojo tries to pull you into his, you’ll never belong. it’s easier this way, hating him and his privilege and his cockiness—it’s so much easier than fighting for a spot that was never yours in the first place.
and even when he prods his fingers into your entrance, curling his digits and rubbing his palm over your clit, even as he presses soft kisses to your collarbone and neck, trailing them up your jaw, even as you unravel on his fingers and clench around them as you cum, you tell yourself gojo satoru will never be yours—and you’ll certainly never give him the pleasure of calling you his.
“gojo—”
“satoru,” he corrects, and there’s a certain authority in his tone that leaves no room for arguments. it only makes you want to argue with him more, to push his buttons more and repeat his surname again just to get under his skin, but you can’t think straight anymore when he sinks you onto his swollen cock, pushing past your slick folds and making you feel so full. “say it—say satoru,” he demands.
you can’t help but cry out a whiny, “s-satoru!” when he snaps his hips up, slamming into your cunt and hitting the spot that makes you see stars with his tip.
gojo doesn’t understand why you don’t want him—he could give you everything you want with a snap of his fingers and swipe of his card, but more than that, he’s willing to give you parts him underneath too. parts of him that no one’s seen, that no one’s heard of, that no one’s even thought existed. gojo wants to give you everything he is.
you’re different. so different.
you put him in his place, you test his limits, and you make him feel alive. you don’t give him the importance everyone else does, and he craves being someone to you—because he knows it’ll be for all the right reasons.
the drag of his cock makes you delirious, and the way you clench around his length makes him gasp, moaning loudly into your neck as he buries his face into the crook of it. your hands wander to his sweaty locks, tugging at the roots and making him quietly whimper against your skin.
“f-fuck,” he grunts, “been dreaming about this for so long, been dreaming of your pussy for so long,” he rasps, and the angling of his pelvis along with you bouncing on his stiff cock makes his head spin. he wants more, more of you. he wants to see you sprawled beneath him on his king sized bed, tits bouncing as he slams into your dripping cunt over and over. he wants to collapse beside your body after you’re both spent, feeling the drag of your fingertip on his bare chest as you trace patterns while he pulls you into his arms.
he’s never dreamt about these things for anyone else—and he’s so frustratedly hooked on you. he needs more, needs everything, needs to have all of you in the palm of his hand.
and for the first time in his life, gojo satoru feels like he has nothing. he has nothing if he doesn’t have you.
“satoru,” you gasp, and against your better judgement, you lean in and pull him into a heated kiss, teeth and tongue and muffled moans mingling as your lips collide.
“i know,” he groans, and you feel the coil in your belly start to unravel at his voice alone, deep and husky and needy all at once. “i know, baby.”
and if it were any other time, you’d scoff and tell him off for calling you that pet name, but this time is makes you whine, thighs quivering as you near your high, and the twitch of his cock tells you he’s close to follow.
gojo throws his head back against the driver’s seat of his car, mouth agape as he moans loudly. there’s an ache between his legs—he’s so close, and you feel so good, squeezing around him so tight, he knows he can’t let this be the last time he fucks you. no one will ever take his cock like this, and no one will ever make him cum as hard as he knows he’s about to.
“c-close, toru,” you gasp, biting your lip as you fight your eyes to stay open and stare at him falling apart right before you. he’s so beautiful, sweaty skin glistening and swollen lips parted. he whines quietly, and slowly, you both inch your heads closer, foreheads meeting as your breaths fan across your faces with each strangled gasp.
“ngh—shit, ‘m c-cumming,” he grunts, and with a few more thrusts, he’s spilling his hot cum into you, painting your walls white as he chokes on a cry. “oh fuck,” he rasps, “fuck, baby.”
and when you reach your orgasm for the second time, you pull his lips into a heated kiss once more, muffled whines pouring into his lips that he drinks in greedily, arms wrapping around you tighter, pulling you closer, feeling you nearer.
you both pant as you finish, cum dripping down your thighs and leaving a mess, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as you slump onto his chest, cheek pressing against it and feeling his heart hammer as he rubs your back slowly while he catches his breath.
“this isn’t a date,” you remind him sternly after you’ve both recovered, “i don’t let people fuck me on the first date.” he chuckles quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, pulling you impossibly closer.
gojo finally knows what it’s like to have you in his arms, and maybe it’s only temporary for now, but one taste has him determined to make sure it’s not temporary for long.
“that’s okay,” he says with a smirk, but if you’d looked into his eyes, you’d see a softness to them—fond and filled with affection. “but i still want you, and i always get what i want, sweetheart.”
notes: i imagined rin in a suit and died and was resurrected again after imagining it in detail. forgive me for not being very descriptive huhu.
you are undeniably, beyond any doubt, clearly, certainly, absolutely down bad for suna rintarou.
it takes everything in your power to not kneel down from how weak your knees feel after catching a glimpse of suna’s outfit for tonight.
he’s wearing a slim fit navy blue tuxedo that accentuates his small waist and complements his yellow eyes.
your iron grip on atsumu’s arms tighten as he helps you navigate through the dense crowd. he raises a brow at you in annoyance but you ignore him and desperately try to look for suna who blended in with the others on the dance floor.
“god dammit,” you mutter under your breath, “i already have so many rivals and he does this! i hope they know that there is a very long line and they have to go to the very end.”
atsumu, who hears your grumbling, rolls his eyes and pushes your forehead with his finger.
“there is no line and if there even was one you don’t even have to worry because you’re at the very front.”
you are about to respond to him when suna comes in-between the both of you and puts an arm around your shoulders, he leans down a towards you, “i finally found you.”
you visibly tense and turn your head away to avoid having direct eye contact, suna notices this and casually puts his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
“good timing,” atsumu turns his back from you, “i have to find a last-minute date but y/n’s scaring them away.”
you attempt to stop him from leaving you behind but its futile when he dodges and runs away from you.
suna shrugs and turns towards you, “it’s just you and me now, y/n, your brother’s gone and abandoned you.”
“i hope he doesn’t find a date.” you say grudgingly, you look at him directly and soon forget the next thing you were going to say. your brain stops functioning for a second, your heart starts beating way too fast to your liking, and your eyes take multiple screenshots of the sight bestowed upon you.
you didn’t notice before but now you see that suna decided to scrap his usual middle part for tonight in favor of his current slicked back hair with some strands falling gracefully to perfectly frame his face. he is also wearing thin red eyeliner and a bit of lipgloss on his lips. he looks so —
“pretty”
suna leans forward, “hm?”
“u-um you look nice,” you say pathetically while giving him a thumbs up.
he smiles at you and gives you a compliment back, “and you look very beautiful, y/n.”
you take a step backwards and hide your face in your hands. you almost bumped into someone behind you if it weren’t for suna grabbing your wrists so that you won’t stray to far away from where he’s standing. “woah, watch it.”
you peek from between your fingers and see him with a smirk on his face. you freeze when you feel his hand move yours away from his face and to his lips.
“would you like to dance, my lady?” he asks, the backlight from the chandelier perfectly encapsulating his features. he smiles with stars shining in his eyes and his skin glowing like the pale moonlight.
notes: fluff, in this oneshot oikawa has been in argentina for months already and its his first birthday in the country
it's been so long since oikawa toru woke up to the sight of your figure facing away from him. he uselessly shifts his arm to try and alleviate the numbness and accidentally wakes you up.
you sit upright while rubbing groggily at your eyes, with the sun rising in the background helping you look like a fairy who had just woken up. you call out to his name softly and he responses with a kiss on the back of your hand.
"sorry," he says sheepishly, "lay back down?"
he grabs you by the waist and secures you back in his arms, you lay back down, nuzzling your face into his chest as you hum along the birds saying good morning with their cheerful chirps.
"how do you feel about budget version okonomiyaki for breakfast?" you ask, sending vibrations to his heart. it tickles he thinks.
he looks at the ceiling of his tiny bedroom thinking thoughtfully about the contents of his refrigerator that barely reached his shoulders.
"i don't think i have ingredients for that."
"you do," you push away from his a bit and he pouts at losing a bit if warmth from your body, "i checked yesterday and besides i bet it's been a while since you had good homemade japanese food."
he places a hand to his heart as if offended, "i cook very good food, thank you very much."
you laugh at him and he revels at hearing it without the annoying huffs of air a phone would always pick up. "no way babe, you suck ass at cooking."
you grab his arms and struggle to pull him away from the bed, "help me with breakfast if you're so good at cooking."
he smiles and follows you through his small apartment with his hands in yours.
"i love the fact that you feel at home already," he confesses, "i was a bit worried that something would've changed after i left."
you pause rummaging through his pantry to look at him, "toru, home is wherever you are, and right now i'm with you and it's enough for me already."
suddenly his small-scale apartment in the middle of an unfamiliar place suddenly feels like home. freshly turned 19 year old, oikawa toru, new that he was going to be okay.
how we break (part three) — a story told in pieces
[pt.01], [pt.02]; [how we break masterlist]
gojo satoru x fem reader, past toji x fem reader
word count: 4.8k
(to everyone, thank you so so much for giving this series support and love! here’s a gift to completely tie and end the main series. hopefully you enjoy this as much as the previous ones! thank you so much <3)
tag list: @gimyeongbestboy @iwaizoomiess @hopeful-winchester @zekejeagersslut @ksjwrvth @shadowarchon @cacapeepee @p0nponpurin
Tags: fluff, sakusa ooc but i want down bad sakusa ok, minor accident, she/her pronouns used, didnt proof read this because im outside the city and im typing this while on a roadtrip, i wont have internet so what is proofreading
Author’s note: THAT ONE TIKTOK MADE ME MELTTT HELPP AND IM DOWN BAD FOR SAKUSA I EVEN BOUGHT HIS JERSEY AND ALL 😭 short indulgent fanfic because why not also Reblogs and likes are super appreciated!!
sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader
Sakusa Kiyoomi is a responsible man, in and out on the court. So how did one little accident ended up on a hospital where he has a bandage wrapped around his head, a pulse oximeter resting heavily on his finger and has to endure the constant beeping from the heart monitor.
It’s dead in the night and he can’t sleep, as much as he wants to blame his teammates for their eccentric behavior, Sakusa (forced to) convinced himself that he still has a heart because they all ended up on a hospital, remind him not to go out drinking again.
With a heavy sigh, he let himself rest by closing his eyes and relax, this is the most peaceful room he could be in right now but still, he wants to go home to his wife who’s probably worried to death right now, just imagining her pacing around the living room made his stomach churned in worry. The doctors assured her that nothing really bad happen, he just hit his head (really hard) when he tried prying off Atsumu who picked a drunken fight with the rival team, causing them a scandal inside a bar. (Why did he even bothered.)
After an hour or so, someone entered the room, probably a nurse to check on him but the thought quickly flew outside the window when a hand rested on his chest, as if feeling his heartbeat under their palm and Sakusa couldn’t even bother to open his eyes.
That doesn’t mean he didn’t let his lips curl into disgust just by the thought of someone touching him just because they want to. “My wife won’t hesitate to beat your ass if you keep touching my chest.” He warned.
“I am your wife.”
Opening his eyes, he saw his wife with her small smile, looking beautiful as always even when she’s wearing his hoodie and grey sweat pants, just by looking at the color of her eyes brightened up his shitty day and the assuring hand rested on his chest made his heartbeat quickened.
— That (Name) has to look away from him and checked at the heart monitor who’s picking up his heart rate, suddenly wondering why it was beeping so fast. “Love, are you all right?” She asked, looking down at her husband who’s cheeks warming up just by looking at her. after all these years, it’s obvious that even Sakusa Kiyoomi married you; he still has a crush on you.
Smiling softly, he grabbed her hand, letting his thumb run across her knuckles and stopping by at the wedding ring. “I am now.”
gojo "you pulled me out of the darkness i was in and i could never be thankful enough that i have you in my life. you are everything i could ask for and everything i didn't know i needed. you are the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the cherry to my pie, the demon to my dogs. and so i was wondering if i could perhaps become your husband?" satoru
WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THIS SOONER? we all know baby megumi is a menace and toji is a potty mouth. i can imagine tiny little megumi with his big adorable eyes following toji around with a swear jar to make some extra pocket money but at the same time makes toji bring him to buy gifts for the reader. (and toji catching on and playing along for megs)
this is so cute and comical omggg!! i love soft toji and baby gumi interactions so much, they make me so happy fr! ahhh i had fun writing this short thing and i hope you’ll like this one <33
> megumi calls reader his ‘mommy’ but i didnt specify if shes mamaguro or toji remarried or smthn. lapslock. dad toji and baby gumi centric. no curses au!
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“ow, what the fuck!” toji curses, swiveling to see what hit his shin only to gape at the sight of megumi holding out the swear jar at toji while managing to look smug even with his face smoothed out blankly. beside the boy is his damned scooter which he must have used to whack toji’s leg.
“daddy, you swore,” megumi replies when toji still doesn’t move to drop a yen.
toji glowers at his son, but megumi only blinks at him.
another slow blink. like a cat.
…okay, that was adorable.
“fine,” toji finally grumbles, digging into his pockets for all his loose change and drops them into the jar. the corner of megumi’s lips quirk up slightly, before he is running away, his tiny feet padding silently on the floor.
toji sighs, exasperated but fond, before turning back to his call. he ignores shiu’s soft chuckles.
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“shit,” toji whispers, raising his leg and scowling at the lego piece stuck on his foot. he plucks it out, and turns to the floor where megumi’s now-ruined spaceship lay, flattened and ugly.
toji frowns, remembering the hours that his son has poured into creating the spaceship, often forgoing his other toys and focusing most of his after-daycare hours to work on the spaceship. toji also remembers how you and megumi bonded every afternoon as you helped him make a bunch of tiny spacecraft for the spaceship, muffled giggling shared between you two as if the lego-building was a top secret mission.
well. he better get to fixing it before megumi comes back. he doesn’t want his boy being all sad and–
“gumi?”
“yes, daddy?”
“since when were you here?”
“since you said the bad poo word,” megumi answers. a beat of silence. then, the clattering of a handful of coins against ceramic.
toji holds back a sigh as he looks up from the mess and meets megumi’s mirthful eyes, the boy crouching by toji’s side with the swear jar in his hands. “so. ‘shit’ counts?”
megumi nods. “and you have to pay two times because you said it two times.”
“right. okay. makes sense.” it doesn’t.
but toji has no loose changes in him this time so he stands up, heads to your shared bedroom, and rummages around the vanity. he finds twenty yen which is probably enough for megumi’s swear jar.
“here you go squirt,” toji says as he holds out his hand towards megumi.
megumi takes them with another of his small smiles. “thank you daddy.” he walks away. “please keep swearing.”
toji blinks. “y’mean not to swear, yeah?”
“no,” megumi replies, not once stopping to entertain his dad now that toji has paid his swear jar fees, and leaves him in your shared room.
toji pinches the bridge of his nose before returning to megumi’s room to fix the broken lego spaceship.
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“daddy, what’s satoru-nii again?”
“an asshole.”
toji pauses, frowning as he turns to megumi. megumi’s blinking at him innocently, meeting toji’s eyes wordlessly, then, ever-so slowly, he presents the swear jar.
toji processes the whole situation, gaping as his eyes widen in astonishment. “gumi, what the hell?”
megumi smiles wider, so boyishly excited. “you said ‘notha one!” he shakes the jar harder in his excitement.
toji drops his newspaper and turns to megumi, serious but mostly concerned. “baby,” he starts, not knowing how to ask why his son was hell-bent on making him cuss, even going out of his way to instigate it.
toji remembers his poor shin and suppresses a groan.
“what’s with the swear jar?” he asks.
megumi’s brows furrow. “you din’ pay yet.”
“right,” toji utters, pulling out crumpled money from his pockets and placing them inside the jar. “so, y’gon’ answer me?”
megumi hums, baby face going giddy again. “mother’s day gift!”
oh.
“gumi,” toji says, pulling his son into his arms. “y’know you coulda just asked for money, right? you din’ need to make me swear.”
megumi hums again, shrugging. “but i wanted to earn by m’self.”
toji almost laughs, his shoulders shaking from quelling his barks of laughter at the thought of megumi thinking that making toji swear and pay for said swears is earning for himself.
he presses a kiss on the crown of megumi’s head. their precious darling boy is so comedic sometimes. toji smiles, fond and full and bright.
“i see,” he murmurs. “want me to help you buy mommy a gift?”
megumi nods, grinning so happily as he says, “yes!”
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(the swear jar money ended up not being enough to pay for the gift that megumi chose for you so toji paid for it whole, letting megumi keep them as his pocket money.
megumi doesn’t know anything about this interaction and toji intends to keep it that way.)
No thoughts. Just megumi recording Gojo and the reader 🥺🥺🥺
I need this. Just imagine Gojo if he accidentally comes home drunk and he spins the reader, dancing with her just to keep her from not getting mad and it’s working because she’s giggling 🥺
you toss your keys onto the kitchen counter, brows raising as you take in the sight (and smell) of your dining room. empty bottles and glasses on the table and counter. ijichi's bent over, cheek pressed into the tabletop, and gojo's slumped over the back of his chair, gazing up blankly at the ceiling. all while gojo's favourite 'super romantic' playlist floats through the room
"seems like a fun night."
nanami's answer comes as a long swig of his drink. "i thought you were staying at shoko's?"
"well, it's nearly midnight and i wanted to see these two to bed," you explain, wrapping an arm around tsumiki and ruffling megumi's hair.
gojo stirs in his seat, glancing around a little dazedly until his eyes land on you and the kids, brightening almost instantly, cheeks aglow with excitement and alcohol. "you guys are here! ijichi, get up! look who's here!"
ijichi is unresponsive to the smacking at his arm, causing gojo to whirl around to face him, looking gravely concerened. "oh my god. nanami, i think we killed ijichi!"
megumi rolls his eyes as tsumiki sends him a small wave. you press your fingertips to your temples and looking to nanami, who returns your exasperated look. "what did he have to drink?"
"maybe five vodka cranberries?"
it's easy to believe, judging from gojo's rosy cheeks and loose posture. his 'dislike' of alcohol was but a cover to hide the fact that gojo satoru, inheritor of the six eyes and the most powerful sorcerer of his time, was a lightweight.
"and ijichi?"
"i believe he fell asleep around four."
of course gojo convinced tonight's designated driver to get drunk.
"do you think you can get him into the guest bedroom?"
nanami sighs, but downs the rest of his drink before helping a groggy ijichi out of his seat, looping an arm across his shoulders and practically dragging him down the hall.
leaving the three of you alone with gojo, who is walking towards you with all the grace of a newborn deer.
"okay, let's get you to bed," you murmur, catching his long frame just as he lurches forward.
"but 'm not tired," he whines, pulling back to look at you. you reach up, brushing some stray hair from his eyes and trailing your hand down his face to let him lean a warm cheek into your hand. your chest flutters when his gaze to meet yours, staring at you with such naked love as he presses a kiss to your palm.
"that may be true," you laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady him. "but you're also drunk."
"i'm not!"
"you are," megumi deadpans from the kitchen.
gojo mumbles a near incoherent string of words that you think are protests, and you glance over your shoulder to see an equally amused megumi leaning against the counter.
"megumi, record this so he can watch it in the morning. maybe then he'll believe us."
"so what if i'm a tiny bit drunk?" he huffs as megumi pulls his phone from his pocket. "it's my last night of freedom! my last few hours as an independent man!"
"'independence? is that what you call, oh, i don't know, the last six years?'" you ask slowly, shaking your head. "tsumiki, what did satoru say this morning while i was getting ready to go to the grocery store?"
the girl pokes her head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand as she answers, "that he'd cry himself to sleep if you left."
"and megumi, what did he end up doing?"
"he ended up going to the store with you."
"traitors," your fiancé mutters with a roll of his eyes. eyes that widen when the next song on his playlist starts and he says, "hey, dance with me."
shaking your head, you grab his hand, beginning to tug him towards the bedroom. "we have plenty of time for dancing tomorrow--"
but you don't get to finish your sentence before he's leading you into a less than elegant twirl, one that ends with your back pressed to his chest. then he spins you out again, laughing as he pulls you back to guide you into a messy version of what you think is a waltz.
you can't help the smile that breaks out on your face or the laugh that bubbles in your throat as he leads you around the dining room, even dipping you once before he pulls you close again, his chin resting atop your head.
"i love you, weirdo," you murmur as he hums lowly, swaying the both of you gently with the fading music.
"you can't say that. i'm getting married tomorrow, you know," he teases as you hide your warm face in his shoulder.
"someone got lucky," you grin, glancing over his shoulder to see even nanami smiling softly at the both of you.
"no," he argues with a slight shake of his head, dipping down to place a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. "i think i'm the lucky one."
Hey there! I just came across this blog and im wondering if I could get some advice. I have a lot of trouble keeping motivation for a story. I'll have a new idea that im really excited about, ill write 10-20 pages of it, and then get bored of writing it. Any tips on how to keep myself invested in writing my own stories?
5 Reasons You Lost Interest in Your WIP, Plus Fixes!
It's not uncommon for writers to lose interest in their WIP. Staying on track, or getting back on track, are skills you'll acquire with time. Here are some of the reasons you might have lost interest in your WIP:
#1 - You're Not Sure Where the Story is Going. When you figure out a way into a story you're excited about, the beginning can be a piece of cake. It's all set up and inciting incident, which can be really really fun to write. But if you're not sure what needs to happen after the inciting incident, you can find yourself meandering and get bored quickly.
Fix - If you're writing a story that is plot-driven or a combination of plot-driven and character-driven (as most stories are these days), it may help to familiarize yourself with Basic Story Structure and also have a look at my post about How to Move a Story Forward.If you're writing a character-driven story, you can adhere to basic story structure or a more loose structure, but your character's arc will be the focus of the story. If you think plot and structure may be what's holding you back, you might spend time on my Plot & Story Structure post master list to read some of the other posts there.
#2 - Something Isn't Working. Stories are often like a house of cards in that one misplaced "card" can bring the whole thing crashing down. Sometimes you lose interest because an element or event didn't quite work, and you can feel in your gut that something's not right, so your brain interprets that as losing motivation. It's not really that you've lost interest in the story... it's that you've lost interest in the dead end path it's on.
Fix - Go back through what you’ve already written and look for something that’s not pulling its weight. It could be an unnecessary character dragging the story down, a subplot that is cluttering up the story or drawing attention away from the main plot, or it could be a scene/scenes that don’t add to the story. It could even be a combination of these things. If you can find it and fix it, your motivation may return.
#3 - You're Just Not in the Mood to Write. It could be that your interest in your WIP is just fine, you're just not in the mood to write. Our brains aren't always great at interpreting signals from our bodies, including other parts of our brain. The thirst signal is sometimes misinterpreted as hunger, which is why if you're feeling hungry when you shouldn't, you should try drinking a glass of water. Sometimes, in the same way, we're just not in the mood to write and our brains misinterpret that as a loss of interest in our WIP.
Fix - Consider what's going on in your life at the moment. Are you stressed? Are you distracted? Are you not feeling well? Sometimes you just need to give yourself a few days or weeks to let things resolve, and then you'll find your motivation has returned. Try doing things to Fill Your Creative Well in the meantime, or try some of the exercises in this post: Getting Unstuck: Motivation Beyond Mood Boards & Playlists
#4 - You're Overly Focused on Quality. One of the biggest WIP interest/motivation zappers is focusing too much on quality in your early drafts. If you're fixated on things like description, flow, theme, symbolism, grammar, etc. in your first draft, you're going to mentally
Fix - Remember, your early drafts should be more about getting the story down and working out the kinks. Don't worry so much about things like description, grammar, details, etc. until you've got all of that hammered out. And remember that the whole point of editing and revision is to polish your draft. You get the story down and make it pretty later.
#5 - You're Letting Yourself Get Distracted by New Ideas. The thrill of coming up with a new idea is part of the fun of being a writer. One of the pitfalls of being a writer is new ideas sometimes distract you from your WIP. We can be completely into our WIP, then a new idea comes along and our brains say, "Ooo! Look at the shiny pretty!" And off we go. Some writers, particularly seasoned ones, are able to work on multiple WIPs at once, but you should focus on one WIP at a time if you commonly lose interest before they're finished.
Fix - When you get a new idea, write it down in a notebook and/or in a document on your device. Once the idea is "down on paper," just forget about it. Imagine that it vanishes once it's recorded and you close the notebook/document. It takes practice, but you'll get better at ignoring the pull of a new idea.
Here are some posts from my Motivation post master list that might also help:
Guide: How to Rekindle Your Motivation to Write
Feeling Unmotivated with WIP
Getting Unstuck: Motivation Beyond Mood Boards & Playlists
Getting Excited About Your Story Again
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Sakusa Kiyoomi, contrary to popular belief, is not good at everything.
But, he learns quickly and adjusts quicker. There's something about the way he intuits his way in and out of circumstance that makes him seem naturally gifted and his expression blessed with non-chalance loans itself to the assumption that he is good at everything.
It always seems that way. In interviews where he's given some menial task that he picks up in one go, or in TV specials where he's trying to bake a cake and it comes out better than it's really supposed to. In those little details, he's confront frequently with the word genius - which he doesn't like.
Because, he isn't a genius or naturally gifted. He just tries a lot. And while he isn't naturally good at everything - he can admit to himself it's rare that he's explicitly bad at something. Normally, it takes a little elbow grease and he's passable. Good in that way that makes people mildly impressed like a party trick.
But bad, outright and blatantly bad? It's a rare enough occurence to humble the already gracious Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Sakusa is learning a lot about himself in his mid-twenties. And his one-track minded career focused thinking that lead him to the path of single life has eroded over time. He's never been concerned with settling down past the idea he'd like to be. And opening a dating app felt like a bad choice given he was a semi-famous athlete.
But he gave it a try. With the help of his more sociable team-mates was born a neat tinder profile.
Sakusa Kiyoomi. 26. MSBY Jackals Outside Hitter.
I like Old Westerns and Cold Brew.
He wasn't sure what he was hoping to get out of it. It was uncomfortable swiping on people based on perceived attractiveness and he's never been all that good at flirting. A message like yours paired with a Super Like (which Hinata excitedly explained to him) was standout from the sea of people.
(sent) 12:41 - i like cold brew too. but i don't know much about old westerns. maybe we could go out and you could tell me about it :) ?
Apparently blatant interest like that was rare. And admittedly, Sakusa liked how blunt it was. No guesswork, no fluff - straight the point and enough to make Sakusa curious about the person behind the message.
So a story as old as digital aged internet dating goes, he agrees to a location and time. You live near a place, you promise he'll like it. An afternoon casual date turns into a more serious romantic encounter for dinner another week and then for a few more weeks after that. Dates turning into back and forth texts, good mornings and how are yous turn into do you wanna meet my teammates? to do you want to be my partner?
Atsumu (often bitterly) notes that Sakusa really does have a natural knack for these things. He doesn't know how to argue back, how to say that this is all just been one big stroke of luck. Because the only thing he's really learned from all the time he's spent with you is that he is alarmingly bad at love.
He didn't even know that was something someone could be bad at - but every moment he spends with you proves him wrong. Sakusa has not a single bone in his body that is naturally gifted in falling in love. Most of his waking moments are spent doing what he does best - which is to say Sakusa has been doing a lot of trying and hoping to leave you passably impressed.
You do most of the leg work in anything considered romantic. Sakusa himself opts for chivalrous and entangles himself in paying for things and trying to be thoughtful and considerate. He picks you up for dates and never lets you pay, he showers you with expensive gifts and pays for whatever expense you'll let him. You always try to say no but he insists because really it's the best he can do.
Sakusa's never put a lot of thought into what it means to be warm. But you embody it, and lately all he can think when he wakes up is how cold an empty bed is.
("Do you like sleeping with me, Omi?"
"Don't phrase it like that,"
You laugh and it is the warmest sound in the entire world)
He's never felt explicitly bad at love in the way you make him feel. The complicated messy emotions of his that you carefully untangle. You read his moods better than he reads his own. You cater to them, to his wants. When he comes home from a long day of practice, it's no longer ice baths to level him but a sweet and gentle hug.
( "My poor baby," you'll say, patting your lap until he trudges the whole of him in your arms. For you to coo and kiss his head "I'll make it better," )
Who would've known being doted on felt so good? Not Sakusa. He doesn't know how to do it the way you do. The open flow of your affection is unfamiliar and everything Sakusa does is a bad mimicry.
You're good at asking though. Filling in the gaps - if you want kisses or touch or attention, you always ask. Sakusa has never said no to you in his life and never will for this reason alone. Ice cream at 3am or a long trip for trip for that pizza you really like or that anime figurine you've been looking at. Sakusa doesn't know how else to pay back your love other than to empty himself out for you.
Even when you fight, which is rarer than rare - Sakusa puts his whole soul into listening. Into giving you whatever you need, into resolution and change. He's familiar with trying and trying for you comes as naturally as inhaling.
He doesn't blame Atsumu for saying as much. But this time, he wasn't trying hard to get so terribly lucky. And even with everything together, he's still so very bad at love in it of itself. On coping with it, and how it makes him feel.
Lucky for him, you seem to accept his badness by rewarding his effort. Sakusa has never had more pride on the basis that he's so good at trying.
And he is definitely trying hard to love you and be even a little as warm as you are.
just thought about husband! sakusa kiyoomi who sees you gushing over these people on your social media who have the body-tight sleeveless turtleneck top on and he cannot tolerate it no longer.
so what does he do?
husband! sakusa kiyoomi asks the coach— the fucking coach— if he could change jerseys. not the number, not the colour, no. he wants to change those lousy and plain jersey shirts into those body tight sleeveless turtlenecks. and who is the coach to say no? so he does ask sakusa asks.
he never told you about it, of course he didn’t. he just waited until they came and he‘d wear them to the match and you‘d drool over him. he‘ll watch you rock your shit and try to keep yourself sane, try to stop everyone else from taking him and keeping him for yourself.
cut to a few days later husband! sakusa kiyoomi gets his jerseys in the changing room of the court. but when he tries them on he realizes it‘s a bit small—actually not a bit— it‘s a whole ass number size smaller.
instead of it being comfortably tight, it‘s just tight as shit. his abs are framed, you can make out the veins of his body, make out his spine, hell even see the way his nipples protrude against the fabric.
he gets flustered. fucking hell, he thinks. what is be going to do now? there’s no more time to change, the game is literally about to fucking start! oh well, yolo, is something he learned from you and he never thought he‘d be using that ever. yet look at him right now.
but he signed up for it. so like a real man, he sucks it up and goes out there with his muscles bulging. and as soon as he stands there in the starting line he can feel everyones— literally everybody’s— eyes on him. but he does not mind them, instead he looks for you and meets his onyx hues with yours. his eyes meet yours and he can see how you‘re licking your lips as you smirk, trying to keep yourself sane as you wear his old jersey that he told you to wear.
when the game starts, what you did not expect was to see was when he jumped to smash the ball to the ground is the way his jersey bailed out on him halfway, exposing his perfectly made abs. everyone swooned, yelled, some howled. literally. and you were no exception, but of course you did so with some class, keeping it together as you recite your twentieth prayer to the gods.
and by the time the game was done you could bet to hell everyone wasn’t even talking about how they won, they were all talking about how pro-athlete sakusa kiyoomi‘s abs make an appearance on the court!
however, before they could even ask about it sakusa kiyoomi was whisked away by none other than you. quickly driving him home and putting yourself on the menu for his congratulatory dinner.
and when the next day came, sakusa had once again showed up with that same body tight sleeveless turtleneck in white instead of black. not because he wanted everyone to savour his figure, but because something had to cover the amount of hickies you placed on him.
[ link ] moans when he fucks you bc he wants you to know how good ur pussy is
[ link ] he fucks you between ur thighs for the first time when u want to try something new
— bokuto
[ link ] he tries to be as gentle as possible with u when making love but he can’t help it when u feel so fucking good and loses control from time to time
[ link ] fucks you with his big breeder balls
[ link ] watching u play with ur clit while he fucks u makes him cum fast :(
— atsumu
[ link ] eats ur pussy like a starving man before he starts fucking you
[ link ] he still intends to fuck u after he cums
— sakusa
[ link ] strictly licks ur clit because he loves the noises u make
[ link ] doesn’t mind letting u ride him even tho he’s already cum. he’s strong enough to take it
favourite small moments in the new hq one-shot!! part 1 🏐
1.) tobio being adored by his ali roma teammates + him speaking in italian (!!!)
2.) kuroo spotting oikawa’s weakness to flattery by calling him world star
3.) wakatoshi being popular with parents and kids because he’s like the terminator lol
4.) daichi, suga, and kuroo making slammer jokes and being best buds 😭😭😭
5.) kuroo calling suga “suga-chan”, and calling asahi and yachi to design the new uniforms and the posters 🤗 (yacchan yacchan yacchan)
6.) kenma going to brazil and meeting santana, nice, and shoyo in brazil while making a live stream to promote the all star game😭 not the amount of “www’s” wwwwwwwwwwwww + kenma’s “eating sand” moment
7.) akaashi watching the livestream while waiting for the draft……..while sitting beside the trash in the hallway
8.) mini-reunion for tsutomu and shoyo, who’s now on a first name basis!! how do i stop crying omfg
9.) wakatoshi, tobio, and bokuto discussing how to make the perfect rice by adding charcoal, and hoshiumi being done
