Okay I Have Completed…

hi wyr my sweet how are you doing <3

was thinking today that i haven’t been in your inbox in a while so here i am hehe. what’s a fic you wish existed but you don’t feel like writing yourself? can be anything! i’m curious :3c

hi lale my lovely <3 still sick and at home, but will hopefully be going back to work tomorrow

ooh i might need to sneak into your inbox at some point too 👀 but that is a really interesting question… and i would have to say like anything with kiyoko? maybe athletic store owner x athlete!! perhaps a smau of some sort because they’re just not my bread and butter when it comes to writing 🙂‍↕️

what about you??

hi hi hi wyr <3333 i hope everything is going okay for you and that life is treating you well !! (because you deserve it) i hope you’ve been drinking water and taking care of yourself <3333 always remember to be kind to yourself xoxoxoxooxxo

mango anon hi!! <33 it’s been a second how are you?? everything is going pretty well 🙂‍↕️ just did a garage sale with my family and wrecked my knees/ankles doing it (previous injuries popping up) so trying to relax besides seeing some friends tonight. i hope you’ve been taking care of yourself as well and drinking plenty of water ‼️ i hope you’re enjoying this weekend

˚✶ * hidden treasure w/ kuroo

m.list / wc: 522

    "you don't always have to have a reason for coming over," you lean against your apartment's door, hand gripping the door handle, legs crossed. 

  kuroo's standing in your doorway, a takeout bag rolled up and resting comfortably in his hand. he has a thin jacket on, one he got at work, his name and old number embroidered into the fabric. the warm spring wind never stopped him from looking his best, especially when he knew he was coming over to see you. "then don't consider this a reason, more so a treat," he leans forward, kissing the corner of your lip before walking into your kitchen.

  "that's still a reason.." you counter, looking back at him as you absentmindedly lock the door. 

  "can't a guy just treat his partner like they're the greatest thing in the world without being criticized," he rolls his eyes, reaching out his hand to wrap around your waist, pulling you close to him. 

  shrugging your shoulders, you try to seem nonchalant despite how in love he still makes you feel. your heart still beats quickly when he brings you closer, your face growing warm every time he compliments you. it's like you're falling in love for the first time every time you see him. yet he always seems to see past your facade, “because you are the greatest thing in my life.”

  “you’re really cheesy, you know that?” you raise your hand to wrap it around the back of his neck, playing with his shorter hairs.

  “you’re going to think i’m even cheesier after i show you this,” kuroo kisses the top of your forehead before pulling back to unravel the takeout bag, grabbing out whatever food he had procured for dinner, “you know how you’ve been collecting things from each of our dates? keeping them on the fridge or wherever..”

  he pops open the lid to a sauce, looking over at your periodically as your eyebrows begin to furrow. “yes?” you question, forearms pressing against the island counter while you lean forward. 

  smiling widely, he reaches for his pack pocket, grabbing something and hiding it in the palm of his hand. staring into your eyes, kuroo holds out his closed hand, biting at his lip. “we’ve talked about how you don’t have anything from our first date. and i know how much that annoyed you, so i went digging and found this,” he opens his hand to reveal a receipt.

  on it are the pastries he had bought you, offering to after you accidentally left your wallet at home. it also having been the first time you met. “oh ‘suro,” you grab it from his palm, ignoring the fading ink and wrinkles throughout the paper. 

  “i can’t believe you found this!” it’s hard for you to hide your excitement as you hang it up on your fridge, a small orange magnetic holding it up. god, i love you so much, you whisper beneath your breath, looking back at kuroo as he grabs a couple plates. 

  “i love you too,” he replies, happily giving you a kiss as you lean over the island counter, tasting the small bites he’s already stolen from the meal. 

huuuuge fan of little phrases you can add to the end of your sentences just for fun. "if you even care" and "btw" and "I fear" have done sooo much for my vocabulary. if you even care

˚✶ * bathroom tiles w/ suna (slight nsfw)

m.list / wc: 350

    the bathroom tiles feel damp to the touch, clothes strewn about. an old rickety fan runs above, unable to keep up with the temperature change. a window is propped open in the hopes of letting the moisture out, however, it only brings in the sound of cars racing by. you press your back up against his, relishing in his hands running through your hair. 

  his fingers are gentle against your scalp, moving slowly, sensually, as the water trickles down against his back. soap suds build up within your hair, pieces pressed down against your skin. “i love you,” he whispers, leaning his head down, kissing your jaw line, “and how sweet you taste.”

  “it’s honey body wash, the same one i’ve always had,” you lean into his touch, hand reaching up to caress his neck, stubble reaching down to his adam’s apple. him having hardly any time to shave it.

  suna looks up at you through half-closed eyelids, still reveling in your touch. pressing his lips against your skin again, he breathes in the same warmth, the sweet sensation sending goosebumps down his legs. your skin is soft to the touch, imperfections unnoticeable as his fingers trace from your sides to your hips. they move gently beneath the water, butterflies forming in your stomach.

  “it feels like i’m breathing you in for the first time,” he moves his hands to the back of your neck, thumbs massaging circles into your muscles. suna leans down again, kissing the bottom of your neck, trailing his lips up to your hairline. 

  reaching your hands back, you find his, pulling them around your shoulders. your back sticks to his stomach, the soap draining down your bodies as you step into the water. the steam builds in the shower, sticking to the bathroom tiles, condensation building. they feel sticky and overwhelmed like your bodies turning to one, your lips pressed against his. beads of water roll down your skin until it joins the rest of the mixture of liquids at the bottom of the shower. swirling down the drain as he pulls you even closer. 

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˚✶ * grandma’s kitchen w/ oikawa

m.list / wc: 726

    the stove’s light is on, barely illuminating the kitchen. you lean against the old marble countertop, spoon scraping the side of a bowl of cool whip. it’s sugary, devoid of much flavor, yet it’s the perfect thing for three in the morning. the cool temperature melts against your tongue, nearly combating with the kitchen tile flooring. and it’s the only sweet thing your grandmother kept around. 

  scraping out the other side, you lick the spoon off quickly, turning around to place it into the dishwasher. it’s cracked open, squeaking as you pull it further open. crinkling your nose, you hope you hadn’t woken away from the sound, the sink starting to run as you wash out your bowl. setting it down, you quickly shut the dishwasher, hoping to diminish the irritating noise.

  turning towards the window, you look out at the dark early morning sky. it’s completely devoid of any life from what you can see, feeling eerie as you stare out of it. “what are you doing up?” a voice whispers from the other side of the kitchen.

  jumping where you stand, you turn to look at the voice, jaw clenched. “you nearly gave me a heart attack,” you bring your hands up to your face, wiping down until they reach your chin, voice coming out as an upset whisper. 

  “apologies, my love,” oikawa reaches his hand out to you, grasping yours over the kitchen island, “can’t sleep?”

  keeping your hand in his, he walks around the kitchen island, growing close to you. pursing your lips, you wonder if you should tell him the truth. you couldn’t sleep with him gone. without his presence and warmth beside you. your grandma, more old fashioned than she’d like to admit, pushed for you to have separate bedrooms. even when you live together full time.

  however, you know what kind of up turned smile he’ll gain if you utter the thought. how he’ll look at you with his lips slightly curled upwards, eyes unable to turn away from you. and that look never fails to get your stomach churning and your lips on his. something you can’t afford to indulge in in your grandmother’s house. 

  “no, it’s just been different,” you look back towards the window, his face leaning towards you in the corner of your eye, lips pressing against your temple.

  “just admit you missed me.”

  looking back at him, you can tell his lips are forming a smile, his hands reaching for your hips. “we are not doing this tooru, i hope you know that this evening is going to be purely pg,” you shake your head, eyes closed as you feel his lips pressing against your temple again.

  oikawa’s hands move to your elbows, taking a step back. clearing his throat, he watches as your eyes open slowly, peeking at him. “i respect your wishes, just know you look stunning tonight. especially when you have cool whip on your upper lip,” he presses a kiss against your lips this time, it’s quick, purely to get the treat off of your upper lip.

  “wow, you’re such a charmer.”

  “it’s the effect of forbidden love, makes everything seem so much more irresistible,” he shrugs, letting go of your elbows, stepping back to give you a little space, to feel your warmth dissipate from his touch.

  raising an eyebrow, you can’t seem to hold your smile back, “forbidden love? i’d hate to see what you’d call it if i ever go out of town for a week.”

  your hand presses against the kitchen counter, the other against your hip. oikawa tilts towards you, hand playing with your fingers against the cool surface. his thumb runs along the back of your hand, unable to keep his hands off of you. looking more radiant than he’s ever thought you have before. “i’d probably have to pull a romeo or something.”

  “let’s root for ‘or something’ then,” you keep eye contact with him, probably your first mistake.

  your gaze flickers to his lips, hand moving from your hip to his, lips unable to stop themselves from meeting his. you still taste the sweetness of the cool whip, yet you feel the softness of his lips. they move synchronously with your lips, his nose brushing against yours. “i did miss you,” you drift back, whispering inches from his lips. 

  “i can tell.”

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˚✶ * the back of a railcar osamu m. x fem!reader

you decide to quit your job and take a long train journey across japan. deciding to stay awake for the full 23 hours to truly reflect on all aspects of your life, you pack your bags and prepare for an adventure. however, upon stepping foot on the train, you see someone you never thought you'd see again. your high school sweetheart turned college ex. and as he learns of your idea, he urges his own participation in the task, making it the most invigorating and confusing 24 hours of your life.

status: in progress  taglist: open  warnings: each chapter will be one hour in the 24 hour period, possible smau moments, friends/exes to lovers, questionable choices on y/n's part, slow updates, vulgar language, jokes of sexual nature (nothing explicit)

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˚✶ * first date w/ atsumu

m.list / wc: 770

    he shoves his hand into his back pocket, fishing for his keys. they clang together as he pulls them out. reaching up to the door's handle, it struggles to properly get into the keyhole. "sorry, this thing is always fidgety," atsumu looks back at you, a goofy smile gracing his lips, hair flopping to the side.

  "mine's probably worst," shrugging your shoulders, you lean against the narrow hallway's wall, attempting a reassuring smile.

  the apartment building looks unassuming from the outside. old bricks are covered in moss and vining plants, the landscaping needing some attention for the spring season. however, the inside was beautiful. old trinkets fill the main floor, welcoming and nostalgic. as you walk down his floor's hallways, you can see the care given to the interior.

  the wood floor is miraculously clean, the walls a simple beige, yet still spotless. "your apartment building is lovely," you comment, watching as he finally turns the key, unlocking the door.

  "thank you, if it wasn't i would've felt even worse for dragging you in here," he says as he pushes open the door, pushing a pair of shoes aside that he accidentally left in the way.

  biting your lip, you begin to expect the worst. a pair of socks draped across the countertops, food left on the coffee table with a can of some kind of soda. and yet he surprises you again, leading you into a clean and fresh living room. decor is placed seamlessly, serious thought put into every piece of furniture he has. 

  looking back at you, he reaches his hand up to scratch the back his neck, clearly feeling nervous. "bathroom is right there, i think my wallet's in my bedroom, so it might be a second.. just uh make yourself at home," atsumu purses his lips, turning on his heels to walk down the short corridor to his room.

  watching as he leaves, you hope that the tension will dissipate. he seems nice, respectful in his actions. and you know your friend wouldn't steer you wrong, but she also never told you much about him. other than his history with different sports, you opted to not look him up, give him a chance at a great first impression. 

  finally taking a moment to breath, you turn to look around his living room. his tv is propped up on an old fireplace, clearly not being used for the season. bookshelves sit off to the side, filled with many featuring volleyball themes. trinkets are filling any empty spaces within, a highlighted one being what looks like an old pair of running shoes. 

  biting the inside of your cheek, you start to wonder if this could err on the side of snooping. nearly about to stop as you hear him close what sounds like the last drawer, you see a short wall filled with surfing posters. all framed, some featuring newspaper clipping. his name in bold letters draws your attention, "atsumu miya heading to the olympics". 

  it didn't take long for you to realize that by 'past experience with sports' was an understatement. leaning towards them, you read some of the body of the content. they preach his innovative surfing style, filled with techniques you had never heard of. "i'm sure you're curious about that," he walks into the room, wallet shoved in his front pocket.

  "oh- sorry, i didn't mean to snoop. i just saw this and kiyoko never mentioned you surfed," you look back at him, hands clasped behind your back, thumbs fidgeting.

  atsumu shrugs, looking up to the posters. "yeah, I really got into it between volleyball seasons, helped keep me prepped. haven't been back to the beach for a little bit now," you try not to pry too much, but you couldn't help but grow even more curious.

  "really? do you plan on going back someday?" you question, finally noticing how kind his eyes are.

  the skin crinkles beside his eyes as he smiles, clearly holding some passion for surfing still. his lips turn upwards, a brightness radiating off of him. "yeah, i'd like to. even if not professionally i'd love to go surfing again."

  "well maybe you can teach me then," you don’t quite realize what you’ve said, walking beside him as he starts walking towards the door.

  pausing for a second, you close your eyes, cursing yourself for even suggesting that. “sorry, i didn’t mean to insinuate anything,” you look over to him, catching up with his pace. 

  walking back with him towards his apartment's front door, he chuckles at your added comment. "no, it's alright, i like the idea of it."

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˚✶ * morning massage w/ osamu

m.list / wc: 702

    dark clouds move slowly above your house, circling and swirling in every which way. rain trickles down every few minutes, lightening up only to storm back down in ever changing waves. the kitchen light seems to be the only one on, a soft warm essence that leaks into the connected dining room. windows let in whatever light seeps through the clouds, illuminating the puzzle in front of you.

  a simply decorated mug sits on the table, your hand clasped around the handle. heat bubbles up from the mug, a sweetened coffee slowly cooling as you place another piece. you tend to work on the sides first, outlining it before filling it in. pressing another piece in, you bring the mug up to your lips, the cool lip of the ceramic is quickly replaced by the warm liquid. 

  osamu tends to wake up early, a habit formed from early mornings in the kitchen (and a season at a bakery). however, this particular morning, his body decided to give him a rest. something you wish you could give him every day he comes home from a long shift. although, it doesn't stop you from appreciating hearing his soft footsteps entering the hallway. 

  setting down another puzzle piece, you look out the window, the barely visible reflection of osamu in the kitchen reflecting off of it. looking back down, you pretend to not hear him, taking another sip of your coffee, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your face. sitting it back down, your eyes are covered with moisturized hands, still rough from calluses. 

  "guess who.." his voice is deeper than usual, the usual morning raspiness still there.

  "well, i'm hoping it's my husband. if not, this coffee is scolding hot."

  he chuckles lightly, echoing through your ear like a song. slowly moving his hands from your eyes, they turn over, the backs of his hands brushing against your neck. his touch is soft, barely noticeable besides the goosebumps it sends running down your spine. one stays by your neck, returning his palm to your skin, thumb pressing against a resilient knot forming beneath. "it's a good thing it is than."

  leaning over your shoulder, osamu's head comes into view. his expression is soft, a five o'clock shadow forming from a lazy weekend. "good morning lovely," leaning towards you, his lips brush your nose, the sweet scent of toothpaste and day old cologne filling your nostrils. 

  slowly his lips trace down yours, peppering your frown lines until he eventually tastes the coffee you were drinking. it's not as dark as he tends to enjoy, but he would hate to someday kiss your lips and taste that same bitterness. the prickly hairs on his face leaving a tingling sensation on your upper lip. "good morning handsome," you whisper into his lips, the mint flavor growing ever stronger.

  "your neck feels really stiff, you want your personal masseuse to step up?" osamu smiles, leaning back from your kiss, still keeping eye contact with you.

  pursing your lips, you nod softly, eyebrows lowering. "if he's available today..."

  osamu's quick to stand up straight, cracking his knuckles (in quite an over exaggerated manner). his hands slowly lowers against your shoulders, fingers moving methodically until they're in their respective places. sitting back in your seat, you try to loosen the tension in your upper body. as soon as your shoulders drop, osamu's thumbs begin to press into your back, a soft hum escaping your lips. 

  they swirl around the spots with an amount of pressure that felt uncomfortably perfect. his fingers press the front of your shoulders, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. "so happy i took that baking course," osamu whispers, hands readjusting so his hands are against your low neck.

  "you're equating massaging my shoulders to kneading dough?" you question, leaning your head back so you can look up and see his face, eyebrows raised. 

  looking back down at you, his eyes roll absentmindedly, annoyed with your inability to sit down and relax. "well you are just as stubborn. although, i do love you significantly more," osamu's hands leave your neck, instead cupping your neck as he leans down for another kiss.

  "i would hope so."

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