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[shokoism]

welcome to by the vanity, a series of one shots focusing on the tender moments that pop up while getting ready with or for your beloved. request a character to meet by the vanity and add an optional emotional tag (sweet, nostalgic, tense, et cetera) for a vignette of their romantic lives.

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[shokoism]

posb ch 3

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ©️ 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘸𝘰

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱.𝘰.𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.

(You can not believe yourself.)

”I don’t think this is a good idea, Miya.” 

“We’re dating now. Calling me Miya isn’t a good look.” 

You sigh, dragging your hand over your face. “I don’t think dating, fake or not, is a good idea. Everyone will freak.” 

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” 

“If I wanted to completely humiliate him I’d have done it by now, don’t you think?” 

(Osamu can not believe you. You’re you, and you’re thinking about backing out over Atsumu’s image after a year of being dragged along at arms length to events like a rental girlfriend?) (His brother was an idiot.)

“Better you than him?” 

You tighten your grip on your phone, a proxy for glaring at Osamu for his (rude) honesty. “I just don’t think publicly fucking over a popular athlete by rebounding with his identical twin will end well for me. There’s better ways for me to get back at him.”

”Like?”

You sigh. “I can think of a couple.” 

“Spitball ‘em with me.” 

“No.” 

“Exactly.” (Osamu wracks his brain. There has to be a way to coax you to play along. His meathead brother’d never his lesson otherwise.) “You’re blowin’ this up into some big media event. S’not like anyone’s live blogging the dating history of Onigiri Miya’s owner.” 

If you’re being completely transparent, your sudden hesitancy has very little to do with sympathy for Atsumu (who, all things considered, deserved exactly the type of treatment you’d outlined) and more to do with your general distrust of the Miyas. Osamu had taken an entire year to extend this single act of kindness your way after gladly spectating your own public humiliation. He’s definitely using you for something, and you’re just not sure you’ll be able to use him back enough to make dating him worthwhile. (Fake dating, he’d remind you, not like that’d make it any less annoying.)

“What’s in it for you anyways?” 

“Honestly?” 

“As much as you’re capable of being.” 

(He’ll let your smart ass comment go because he’s trying to be convincing, dammit.)

”’Tsumu’s always been a pain in the ass. Girls like him sure, but only the ones that think they know him, and never the ones that actually do. Hell, nobody thought you’d stick around half as long as you did—we had a whole betting pool going but we gave up after you kept showin’ up to post games.”

”Who won?” 

“Doesn’t matter.” 

(Sure it did. You’ll ask around.)

”And what’s that got to do with me?”

”Well clearly you like him for some fuckin’ reason, and he likes you, even though he’s an idiot that has no idea what to do about it. He’ll grow up real fast when he sees me in front of all of his friends with everything he lost out on.” 

You’re tempted to hang the phone up then and there. 

“So what, I’m supposed to ‘heal’ your emotionally stunted brother after being chained to him for a year? For free? I don’t like him that much.”

(He doesn’t have to see you to know that you’re lying.) (Or how close you are to really calling this whole thing off.)

“And,” he drawls, his tone bordering cocky as he pulls out his trump card, “instead of looking like a scrub that clung onto her pro athlete boyfriend only to get washed out by another hotter courtside girlfriend, you’ll be the one moving on and driving him up the wall.” 

Osamu’s finally said something that matters to you. (You were not another body in ’Tsumu’s lineup of pretty girls to fuck and show off to the fans. You’d make sure he couldn’t move on until you really did.) (Dating around while ‘occupied’ would be tricky, but ‘Samu was also just another civilian.)

(And the thought of Atsumu moving on in days like you were just another hookup makes you sick. Like, more than you’d care to admit.) 

“This is still a bad idea,” you grumble.

“I’ve had worse,” Osamu quips back, pleased with himself.

/

You have to agree with Osamu. Fake dating definitely wasn’t his worst idea, at least not compared to dragging you along to the very same bar that the MSBY Black Jackals just so happened to frequent at exactly the same time as your date, and without so much as a warning. (You think you might actually hurl.)

"You're the worst," you hiss, pinching him.

"You wouldn't have showed up if I'd warned ya."

"Yeah, obviously."

Osamu grabs your elbow, a semblance of a comforting gesture. (He's probably having the time of his life.) "C'mon, we gotta break the news to him somehow."

"Preferably without springing any surprises on me too, I'd thought."

"That's no fun."

You roll your eyes. (With the way your heart's racing—as if you were scared of Atsumu—you're bound to trip over yourself in front of him.) "I need a moment."

"Don't be too long," he hums, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek. You shudder and make a beeline for the bathroom.

(This was a bad idea.) 

You stare at your reflection, eye to eye. You're young, and pretty, and single. Who cares about what either of the Miyas have to say about you? Osamu'd talked you into this to torture you just as much as his own brother, and you'd fallen for his excuses in a moment of weakness. You needed to move on.

The sharp knock on the door makes you jump. "Occupied." You groan when another equally impatient knock follows. "It's occupied."

"Lemme in."

You groan even louder. You don't have to, not technically, but Atsumu gets what Atsumu wants and you know he'll wait outside the door for as long as it takes to confront you. (At least in the bathroom you can enjoy some measure of privacy.) You steady yourself with a deep breath before quietly turning the lock on the door. 

He barges in without a moment to spare.

“That’s cute. You and ‘Samu teaming up against me now?”

You cross your arms. “I am trying to enjoy my night.” 

“All you’re ‘trying’ to do is show up and ruin mine.” His expression hardens. (You’re struck by how unfriendly he looks.) “Get outta here.”

Any lingering affection for your ex crumbles away at his disgusted tone. “Go pick on your brother if you’re looking for a fight.”

”I can multitask.”

“You’re so clever,” you simper mockingly.

”What are you doing?” This heated question is even more surprising than the cool anger from just before. “You’re the one who dumped me. Move on.” 

“I am.” 

“Move on with someone else.”

”Because I need your blessing before going out with a grown man who can make his own decisions?”

”Because he’s my fuckin’ twin,” he finally hisses, “and I want you to leave him outta this.”

The accusations lacing his words hurt, not because he’d chosen them to hurt you but especially because he hadn’t. Forget Osamu—you’re reminded full force of why you’d dumped Atsumu in the first place. (He'd always made you feel so much smaller—no—so much less than him.) (Not everything is about you, you want to scream.)

“Then why don’t you go bully your poor fucking twin who asked me out? Is your head actually so far up your own ass that you couldn’t even notice him chasing after me right in front of you?” (You're technically lying, but you’re hellbent on hurting him as much as he’d hurt you.) “Other people’s lives don’t revolve around you no matter how hard you try to make everyone your side kick. Leave yourself out of this.” 

“Is this a joke? You two can’t stand each other!”

”And you thought I could stand you up until a couple days ago, so I'd say you don’t know shit ‘Tsumu.”

“Get out of my face.”

“Get out of my fucking bathroom.”

(Atsumu slams the door shut behind him.) 

/

You stalk across the dimly lit room, making a show of cutting through the crowd before grabbing your (fake) boyfriend by the collar of his shirt. 

“What?” 

“D’you want to kiss me?”

Osamu grins. “What’s with the change of heart?”

”You’ve got all of five seconds to impress me,” you huff, tugging him closer.

He leans over to meet you halfway, slotting his lips over yours gently. (You’re surprised. He hadn't struck you as the gentle type.) You rock back against your heels and he follows, bending over to deepen the kiss. (His nails are digging through your top. You don't need to check to know there's crescents debossed into you.) (You don't like that.)

You don't bother to check for Atsumu when you pull away—the deviant smile tilting Osamu's lips up to the left tells you all you need to know.

"You're still a despicable person," you muse aloud, but there's no bite behind your bark. (And a good kisser.) 

"Great minds think alike."

(He thinks so too.)

#Atsumu miya x reader #osamu miya x reader #Atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #posb

[shokoism]

𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗯 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ©️ 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘸𝘰

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱.𝘰.𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.

this fic is crossposted on quotev/ao3/wattpad, so feel free to follow along in whatever format you'd prefer!

ch 1

ch 2

ch 3

#posb #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #osamu miya x reader #Atsumu x reader #osamu x reader

[shokoism]

posb ch 2

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ©️ 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘸𝘰

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱.𝘰.𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.

Tomorrow comes too quickly. 

"You're cooked."

Osamu can't tell if he's being ignored or if his dimwit brother's really too busy chasing balls to hear him. 

"What're you talking about?"

(Ignored it was.)

"She's going to dump you." Osamu watches his twin closely through half-lidded eyes and notes the way his jaw clenches with a hint of amusement. He warms up flawlessly, concentration unbroken and motions fluid, save for the tensing of that little, itty bitty muscle. (His tell.) "She told me."

"She's lying."

"Keep tellin' yourself that and you'll eventually convince yourself too." 

"Shut up. She doesn't even like you. She's just playin' mind games like always because she's pissed about last weekend." Osamu keeps staring dully. (Man was ‘Tsumu full of shit.) "Sure I kinda fucked up but I'm under a lotta stress, and I can't be mean to fans or I'll be the jerk, 'cause they can't help being' excited. And you know they’ve been touchy since high school.”

"What, did ya cheat or something?"

"No way!" Atsumu finally tears himself away from his workout long enough to look Osamu straight in the eye. "What d'ya think I am, stupid?" 

“Think?” 

(The abandoned volleyball bounces loudly across the court before rolling to a stop against the gym wall.) 

“I’m busy, ‘kay? It’s not like I’m ignoring her.” 

“You’re full of shit.” 

Atsumu looks angry, which is surprising because there’s nobody to be mad at for this news except himself. (He doesunderstand accountability.) “She could’ve come and talked to me instead of goin’ around braggin’ to you about how she’ll get back at me.” 

“Like it’d have gotten through your thick skull.” 

“Whose side are you on?!” 

(Osamu’s tempted to sock him.) “I should be askin' you that, seeing how you're so hellbent on screwing things up yourself."

"Butt out 'Samu."

"She didn't even realize she told me. She's bein' serious this time."

"Did she accidentally tell you why she's so pissed too, since she's so serious?" His tone's a classic mix of taunting and so self-assured that it actually pisses Osamu off. He doesn't know much about your relationship—the two of you are on frigid terms at best, and 'Tsumu rarely if ever mentioned you in casual conversation—but watching the way his brother manhandled you made everyone uncomfortable. 

He gets up from the stands. 

"I tried to warn ya."

(He was always cleaning up after his messes.) (He sees no reason why this would be any different.)

/

His brother texts him a string of expletives around midday, while Osamu's wiping off his counters. He replies with a single question mark, as though he doesn't know what he'd meant. Atsumu doesn't text him again.

/

Osamu'd be nervous if he was the type to be, he thinks. (He hadn't seen 'Tsumu but he knows him, and he knows he'd kill 'im if he knew you were perched uncomfortably at his dining table.)

"Didn't think you'd show up." 

"Me neither." (He'd forgotten how mean you could look.) Underneath the sharp jet black stroke of your eyeliner was a sharper, colder look in your eyes, fixed straight onto him. (You're nothing like Atsumu's type.) "But I thought you'd snitch to Atsumu too, so I guess we're even."

He shrugs his shoulders. (It's not lying if he keeps his mouth shut.) "Ramen's almost done."

"I'm not here for dinner," you shoot back, eager to get this day over with and finally curl up in bed for the weekend. "What'd you call me over for?"

"Your loss then. I'm a great cook." 

He is, but you're not hungry. "I'm single, not free to wait around 'til you decide to fill me in on whatever was so important that it couldn't be handled over text." (You regret coming over after how nauseous Atsumu's chilled reaction to your declaration—'Let's break up'—had left you. You hadn't expected him to beg you to stay, but you'd stuck around with him for a year. Almost two.) (He's gotten more emotional about overcooked barbecue.)

(Osamu looks just like him.)

He gets right to the point. (The whiplash is dizzying.)

"You really wanna stick it to that asshole?"

You narrow your eyes, suspicious, but lean in curiously. (The Miyas may fight tooth and nail most days but they were still blood and you can't imagine either betraying the other, especially not for a no-name ex-girlfriend like yourself.) (You'll still hear him out. Osamu's much less predictable.) "And if I do?"

Osamu grins. "Go out with me. He'll go apeshit."

You gag, moving back against your seat as far as possible. "As if. You're so not my type."

"C'mon, we're literally identical twins. Biologically speaking you're already attracted to me."

"Biologically speaking both you and your brother are a real bunch of pigs. I'm done dating Miyas for now and forever, thank you very much."

He chuckles, clapping his hands together. "Relax—s'not like I’m actually asking you out. Atsumu just has to think we're dating."

You’re still unconvinced. "He'd never buy it. He's dense, but he’s not a complete idiot. Who'd believe that we're into each other?” You pause and tack on a halfhearted, “No offense."

"I'm being serious." 

"Do I look like I'm joking?" You scoff, in complete disbelief. "We date, and then what? Atsumu realizes he's actually been madly in love with me all along and quits making his agent text me his itinerary so he can drag me along to his events without having to lift a finger? I'm sure he'll see me with you and remember how to be a boyfriend instead of a fucking PR machine."

"Fake date."

"My bad," you sneer. 

"Who cares if he does?"

"How exactly are we sticking it to him otherwise?" (This was a bad idea.) (Favor or not, you and Osamu are not friends. He'd ignored you on good days, and the evening you'd dumped his brother was far from that.) (Had it been a bad day for his brother? You couldn't tell.) (You wish you could erase the memory of his clipped tone—'Your call'—out of the grooves of your brain.) 

Osamu can't read your frozen expression when he reminds you, "It'll piss him off."

"Come again?"

He's more confident when he speaks this time. "He'll lose it. 'Tsumu hates sharing."

You don't have to complain about how dehumanizing that kind of language is out loud. (You broke up with Atsumu for that exact reason, after all.) "This is sick."

"What?"

"You're him," you spit out, and those two words mean so many different things all at once. (How could you stomach looking at him when you saw Osamu? How would you ever get over Atsumu? Why would he offer this like he cared, when you knew he didn't?) 

The familiar territory is amusing. "Far from it, I think. Doesn't matter though. You and I both know I'm right about this."

(For once, he actually is.)

"This is really sick," you repeat, but you're already losing your conviction. (Atsumu'd hung up on you like you had donesomething wrong. He hadn't even asked why.) ("Let's break up.") ("Your call.") ("I want to break up.") (And he'd given you what you'd wanted.)

You know it'd be healthier to walk away and move on and let yourself heal. (You can't kid yourself. Nobody who prioritized health would've hung onto Atsumu for as long as you had.) You can't bring yourself to care.

"Go out with me?"

(You swallow past the lump in your throat, impulse flooding through you, and nod.)

"Maybe."

(Maybe isn't no, which practically makes it yes.) Osamu nods back, content.

"Deal."

#Atsumu miya x reader #osamu miya x reader #Atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #posb

[shokoism]

entering my crossposting era >:)

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[shokoism]

posb ch 1

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ©️ 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘸𝘰

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱.𝘰.𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.

You figure that you must be addicted to the attention. (It could be worse, you think. Vanity never killed anyone.) And you really are okay with that, most of the time anyways. You like getting dressed up and preening in front of an audience. You love the way it feels to be stared at, whether out of awe or envy or adoration or whatever else the fuck they feel when they catch a glimpse of you. 

But sometimes, as in times like right now, you hate it. 

You hate yourself for staying with Atsumu even though he's horrible, and the only possible (sane) reason you could've endured this for so long was an addiction to the microdoses of fame that dating a famous athlete brought you. (Half-dating.) (Like you could call him your boyfriend in front of friends or in Instagram captions, but not while he fucked you or things got awkward.)

He's probably off chugging beer or competing in some macho man drinking game while you're expected to sit at his booth and look pretty and wait around to finally be graced with his presence for a mere five minutes of the night. It'd been fine the first five hundred fucking times it'd happened at the MSBY post-game parties, but eventually the novelty of your presence had worn off and you'd blended into the background with the furniture. You're as much a fixture at these events as one of the barstools.

You're not a fucking barstool. 

(What are you doing here?)

You've thought of breaking things off with him before, but mostly during fights that left you dizzy with anger. You're impulsive, sure, but even you know better than to break off this (admittedly mutually beneficial) arrangement over a simple argument. You'd needed to make sure you'd lose more by staying than by leaving first.

You swirl your half-empty drink, half-heartedly noting the chipped polish on your middle finger. (You needed a touch up.) You were losing.

It'd be funny to dump him right here and right now in front of his entire team and their livestream audience tuned in to see whatever brilliantly stupid antics the victors were getting up to. He'd hate it. (And by extension, hate you.) (Therein lies the problem, of course.)

You'd never admit this out loud—you've barely admitted it to yourself, for fuck's sake—but you think you love Atsumu, in your own twisted way. You've never been a flowery person—you can count the times you've said 'I love you' out loud to him on your hands, and pet names are out of the question entirely—but the thought of seeing him with another trophy girlfriend makes you so mad that the glass in your hand nearly shatters. (You set it down. The last thing you need tonight is stitches.)

Love is cheap though, and no amount of it is worth being used as a decoration when you know you deserve so much better.

(For starters, a boyfriend that didn't treat you like an accessory.)

You won't dump him in front of his team, not tonight. (Tomorrow, you resolve. You type the reminder into your phone next to the alarm to take your vitamins.) (This will be way better for you than vitamins.)

"Don't you look real pretty tonight?"

(You lock your phone, slamming it face down against your half-bare thigh hard enough to sting.)

"I know."

"It's never a 'thank you' with you, huh?" Osamu makes himself comfortable in the seat across from yours. You wish he wouldn't, but you've lived through this exact scene enough times to know asking isn't worth your breath. (The Miyas do what they want.)

You smile sweetly. "You're welcome."

"You and Atsumu deserve each other," he shoots back, sans the smile. (For what it's worth, you drop your own.) 

"Why don't you go bother him then?" 

He grins now, looking so much like his brother that you're tempted to hurl the rest of your drink at him. "You just look so sad all alone. Figured you needed the company to cheer you up. Pretty girls should smile on Friday nights."

"You're a real asshole."

"Don't shoot the messenger." He chuckles, grabbing your drink and polishing it off with a giant gulp. "He really likes you, you know."

You wave in front of your face disgustedly, piecing together his patronizing words of comfort through his belching. (You're not sure what's grosser, the fruity fumes or that he felt the need to convince you that you were a catch. As if you didn't know.) (You were losing.) "Even twin telepathy has its limits, Miya. Butt out."

"I'm right."

"You always think you're right."

"Because I am." 

"Don't you know that your piece of shit brother only keeps me around for appearances, like some sort of Barbie to show off to his alpha male fans and teammates, or do I have to spell it out for you?" (You have to make a conscious effort to unlock your jaw.) (You're so fucking tense.) "Or do you already know, and just think this shit is funny?"

Osamu's upper lip curls into a sneer. "Don't talk about my piece of shit brother like that again." You quirk an eyebrow upwards. He leans in close enough to drown you in the stench of the alcohol he's downed. (Not that you're any better off yourself.) "He's still my problem."

(A shiver traces down your back.)

"Teach him some basic manners and I'll consider it."

"Quit it."

You roll your eyes, carefully crossing one leg over the other. (He always watches so closely. Not in a creepy way, but you notice because Atsumu never sees anything. They're like night and day.) "Or?"

"Or what?"

"That's what I'm asking." You groan. Osamu holds his liquor well—he's always way drunker than he looks—but he's a nightmare once he reaches his limit. You move to call Atsumu (because it'd be a cold day in Hell before you babysit a man-child for free, let alone one you don't even like), but Osamu swats the phone out of your reach.

"What're you gonna do about it?" 

"I told you to mind your business."

"Are you just gonna keep mopin' about Atsumu being a shitty boyfriend forever? 'Cause that's real fucking boring." You grimace, and he shrugs his shoulders. "I'm just bein' honest."

"You're literally the last person I'd ask for fair, unbiased advice about anything, and also Atsumu's twin brother if I remember correctly." You grab your phone again and stand to leave. "Tell him I went home early." 

"How're you getting there?"

"A cab charged to his card."

He laughs, loudly enough to draw attention from some of the other guests (who you glare at until they pretend to stop eavesdropping). "Is that your plan? You're just gonna cling to him until his money dries up? Lame. Real fuckin' boring." 

Your face burns up, and you hiss when you speak. "I'm going to let this slide once, because you're blacked out and I'll never see your stupid fucking face again after I dump your brother, but you do not get to talk to me like that." You don't care that the cab is 10 minutes away—you're getting out of here now. You'll figure out the dumping part tomorrow.

(You can't figure out which Miya you're more annoyed with.)

Osamu curses under his breath. You'd been pissed with Atsumu for a long time, sure, but damn were you pent up tonight. (He can't say that he's surprised. 'Tsumu's not exactly a romantic.)

Atsumu claps his brother on the back, hard enough to knock him off his seat. "Where the fuck've you been?" He's grinning that wide, shit-eating grin of his that comes out when he's feeling real good.

"What's it to ya?"

(He can be screwed tomorrow. Osamu'll let him have tonight.)

#atsumu miya x reader #osamu miya x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu #miya osamu #Atsumu miya #osamu miya #posb

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jump | a. miya

wc: 928

71. “Just jump, I’ll catch you.”

You trust Atsumu, you really do. Sometimes. Really only when his opinions align with yours. (You wish you could have more blind faith in him, but his boorish personality meant you more often than not were responsible for bringing the common sense to the table in your relationship.) 

This was not one of those times.

“Come on [name]! D’you think I’m some sort of weakling?”

You roll your eyes at the competitive jeer. “If you were even half as brainy as you are buff, I’d consider it.” The bite of your tone hides the nerves beginning to prick through your defenses. This was dumb—just because they’d locked off the end of the stairs you’d used earlier didn’t mean you were trapped—there was probably another easier, if more long-winded way for you to get off of Inarizaki’s roof. “This is what we get for sneaking onto campus.”

This time Atsumu rolls his eyes (or at least you imagine he does—it’s difficult to see him clearly through the purple haze of dusk). “Don’t be such a wad! You can’t say ya didn’t have a good time lookin’ around.” 

You only stick your tongue out at him, because he’s right. You’d thought you’d gotten used to running the rings of dating an athlete when you’d finally begun dating Atsumu in year 3, after a lifetime of skirting around each other’s feelings, but graduation had meant saying goodbye to not only Inarizaki, but also any spare second of your boyfriend’s free time. You can’t even be mad when days turn into weeks without seeing his face (though he never fails to text you with a gossipy run-down of his busy day). He’s reaching for the stars and achieving his dreams—how could you begrudge him that?

(You’re still a little bitter nonetheless when you go to sleep in your childhood bed and realize you’re still stuck on Earth with both feet planted firmly onto the ground. You try to remind yourself that you’ll be wishing for these lazy days again when university starts and you’re slammed half to death by assignments, but it’s no use.)

You’re filled with a sense of restlessness—perhaps that’s why you’d agreed so readily when Atsumu’d appeared out of thin air on your doorstep and asked, with a characteristically troublesome smirk, if you’d like to run away and do something fun although simply seeing him back home after months away training was reason enough to go along with whatever he’d asked at that point).

“Just jump already!” The loud whine catches you off guard, making your chest constrict painfully. “I’ll catch ya, I swear!”

You’re only one floor above the ground, a height that Atsumu had gracefully leapt down from (and then proceed to cheer about, pounding his chest victoriously). But you still feel suffocated by the thought of letting go, jumping down and letting gravity take control even for mere seconds. It’s a feeling you’re far too familiar with. (You always feel suffocated, torn between choices and eventually left behind when time runs out. You want to be more like your boyfriend, who never thinks twice about his goals and works hard to achieve what he feels is owed to him. You want to.)

You mutter something under your breath. 

“Huh?! Speak up!”

You want to throw something at him so bad. “I said I’m scared, ‘Tsumu!”

It’s true. You’re scared to take the leap, literally and everywhere else in your life. You’re scared you’ll spend your whole life sleeping angrily in your childhood bed, wondering what could’ve been. 

“Yeah, no duh. That’s why I’m here for ya.” He says it with such confidence that you wonder what the hell Atsumu learned at that training camp to suddenly grant him awareness of nuance (something he’d lacked as long as you’d known him). You’re starting to think he’d showed up out of nowhere to drag you along for a trip down memory lane for some reason other than ‘fun’.

“If you complain even once about me crushing you I’m dumping you.” 

“Yer killin’ me!” You ignore him and finally jump, the air rushing out of your lungs in a fearful hiss. It hurts when you land, dull pain searing through your joints, which were numb from the chilly night air. But you’ve done it. 

You turn to Atsumu, your face split in a wide grin. “I did it!” He’s smiling just as wide, and a second wave of shock washes over you. “I did it by myself!”

He stretches his arms out, ready to catch you for real this time when you hug him tightly. (He’d missed being able to hug you like this way more than he’d ever admit out loud. He’d missed everything about you, really, but seeing you back to your high spirits, without the gloom that’d settled into your bones ever since school had gotten out was the best part.)

“I told ya you were just being a big dumb baby!”

He doesn’t even mind when you push yourself off him to land a solid hit to his chest. He just pulls you back into a headlock, which while admittedly unromantic, felt right. “Let go ‘Tsumu! You’re such a brute!”

(He hopes you know that even when you don’t need him, he’ll always be there to catch you when you’re scared. But he doesn’t know how to say it out loud yet—hell, he doesn’t even know how to process this himself—so he just continues to wrestle with you, hoping you can tell how he feels when he brushes a kiss against your cheek.)

(You do.)

#atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu imagines #atsumu #bro he's so hard to characterize but when have i ever turned down a challenge #fuck it we ball though i need to start practicing him anyways right 😼 #as usual i focus more on the reader tho......i need to fix that lmfao i just end up rambling

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sunny | k. bokuto

wc: 678

“18. First time they realised they were in love with them“

You stretch yourself out against the beach towel, careful not to bump into the umbrella you’d forced Bokuto to prop up earlier.

The sun beats down relentlessly—if you concentrate hard enough, you can feel the skin on the bridge of your nose beginning to peel in real time. It’s an unwelcome reminder to reapply your sunscreen, something that nags in the back of your mind and yet isn’t urgent enough to get you to roll back under the shade properly. You’re too cozy—you could easily fall back asleep, warmed by the summer heat into a drowsy stupor. 

“[nickname]!” 

A volleyball rolls into view. You manage to reach out and snag it before it can roll down into the water. Bokuto appears shortly afterwards, with an lit up expression that could be considered sunshine of its own. “Looking for this?” 

His grin melts into a soft, goofy smile. Your hair is stuck up in the back, and there’s funny wrinkles on your face, the ones that always showed up when you used your arm as a pillow. He’s almost scared to come any closer, for fear of what other little details he’ll notice that’ll make his heart grow two, three, four sizes too big and leave him with the ache in his chest you’d been causing awfully often these days.

He chases away the sweet sentiments clogging up his brain with an excited cheer. “You’re finally awake! Come join the game!”

You shake your head fast enough to make yourself dizzy. “No way! You play like it’s Nationals, and I’m not awake enough yet to keep up.”

“You’ll never know until you try!” He sulks, but quickly gets over it when you wave him over. 

Sitting up is exhausting but you force yourself to, grabbing the sunscreen out of your bag as you beckon for Bokuto to sit next to you. His cheeks are as pink as yours feel. The sunburn is cute—Bokuto’s ridiculously cute when he blushes, a sight you never get tired of—but you want to avoid as much of his inevitable whining over the painful burn as you can. 

“The guys are waiting on the ball!”

“The guys can wait a little longer.”

You gently apply the sunscreen to his face, lightly skimming the high points with your fingers to avoid irritating his skin any further. You’re still sleepy, half-lost in trying to remember what you’d dreamed about during your nap, otherwise you’d notice how quiet Bokuto was being. He normally filled the space between the two of you with idle chatter about anything and everything that caught his attention—it made for nice white noise that always piqued your interest—but he just sat there, taking you in. 

(It was his nature to fill in empty gaps with his good-natured chatter, and he really did enjoy talking through his thoughts, but something felt incredible about sitting here silently, feeling so close to you that there was no gap to be filled in the first place. Bokuto fell in love easy—with people and places and dreams and the new ramen shop that opened last week—but he’s never realized what it really meant to be in love until today. Love was sneaking peeks of you looking so cute even with dried drool on your cheek through your ministrations.) 

“There. You know, there’s almost no point in applying sunscreen in the first place if you’re just going to sweat it all off in five minutes and never touch it up.” You’re only scolding for the sake of scolding (and because Bokuto is looking at you so sweetly, so devoutly, that your stomach began aching the moment you noticed it, your mind begging you to say something before you got lost in his eyes).

He kisses the tips of your fingers before you can fully pull away. His voice is cheery (albeit choppier) as usual as he shouts, “Thank you [nickname]!”

You’re thankful when he crushes you against him in a hug, if only for the opportunity to hide your flustered expression against the hard contours of his chest.

#haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotarou x reader #bokuto #bokuto koutarou #ik he's usually more feral but this is my emotional support beach date himbo 2 get me thru the winter #um anyways hello hq writing blog nice 2 meet u all

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Literature quote prompts

(Note: the prompts are merely inspired by the quotes and the actual context of the quotes do not correlate to the prompt directly)

You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how. (Gone with the Wind)- light kisses at random times

I wish I knew how to quit you. (Brokeback Mountain)- rebounds

In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. (Pride and Prejudice)- a confession out of impulse

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. (Anna Karenina)- a sudden realisation of adoration

We’ve loved each other so long I’ve never been a man and not loved her. (The Essex Serpent)- looking back to the start of a relationship

Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips. (Prometheus Unbound)- a passionate kiss at just the right moment

I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love. (Love in the Time of Cholera)- reuniting after being apart

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. (Withering Heights)- an instant connection

Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. (In Memoriam A.H.H.)- a bittersweet remembrance of lost love

Who, being loved, is poor? (A Woman of No Importance)- being together through hardships

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. (Great Expectations)- a forbidden relationship

Each time you happen to me all over again. (The Age of Innocence)- falling in love with the same person once again

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. (Emma)- being so in love that one does not dare to confess it

There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute. (The Great Gatsby)- a conflict between aspirations and love

If you ever have need of my life, come and take it. (The Seagull)- unrequited love

I do love nothing in the world so well as you - is not that strange? (Much Ado About Nothing)- a seemingly insincere confession

#prompts

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First times (prompt list)

Not necessarily in the right order.

First time admitting their feelings for one another

First time asking him/her on a date

First time cooking together

First time doing laundry together

First time flirting

First time going to an ecography together

First time he/she caught him/her doing something suspicious

First time he/she comforted he/she

First time he/she cried in front of him/her

First time he/she felt jealous about a relationship he/she has

First time he/she got embarrassed in front of he/she

First time he/she had to apologise to him/her

First time he/she held he/she

First time he/she hurt (emotionally) him/her

First time he/she lied to him/her

First time he/she met his/her family

First time he/she nursed him/her

First time he/she realised they were in love with him/her

First time he/she regretted what he/she said to him/her

First time he/she sent the other buying _____

First time he/she shouted at him/her

First time he/she talked about adopting children

First time he/she talked about getting a pet 

First time he/she talked about getting married

First time he/she talked about having children

First time he/she talked about living together

First time he/she told a secret to him/her

First time he/she winked at he/she

First time kissing in public

First time lying to him/her

First time shopping together

First time spending a quiet weekend together

First time teasing him/her

First time there was a misunderstanding

First time they ate together during a work day

First time they danced together

First time they fought over something silly

First time they got angry with one another

First time they kissed

First time they laughed together

First time they made love

First time they made up

First time they met

First time they played _____ together

First time they quarrelled

First time they rented a movie together

First time they shared a room

First time they spent the night together

First time they took a bath/shower together

First time they touched hands

First time they went camping together

First time they went grocery shopping

First time they went ice skating together

First time they went on a date

First time they went on holiday together

First time…?

#prompts

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600 special prompts set

Why didn’t you lock the door?

It sounds dangerous, I don’t know if I like it

“What did I do? OW! Why are you hitting me?” “You told him? What’s wrong with you?”

There’s a German guy in the bathtub. Why?

I think the cleanest thing this house is that shoe right there

I got three pounds seventy on me. What you got?

If you drink one more cup of coffee, I’ll punch you

How should I know her last name? I don’t know her first name!

”Did you say something to her again?” ”Other than sorry that I hit you?”

”What happened to your shirt?” ”I fell asleep with a cigarette.”

Sure, she’s a sarcastic son of a bitch, but she doesn’t deserve this shit

I really think this counts as aunt abuse

Doesn’t it feel good to be in control?

“Would you let me take you out for a dinner?” “Why are you asking?”

He has shinier shoes than my life!

I mean yes, she’s hot as hell and probably grade A manipulator, but you my friend… You have the cutest sneeze that I’ve ever heard.

“So you’re gonna just sit on your ass while I have to make breakfast?” “At least it’s a cute ass.”

“I really thought I was going to die” “I know. But you’re alive, right”

She’s bit awkward, right?

So what you’re saying is.. your twin owes twenty hundred pounds to the crime boss of Latvia, and you want us to kill him so you don’t have to pay it up?

I’m sick as balls, my fever is down but everything fucking hurts.. Sorry.

#prompts

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75 random dialogue prompts.

feel free to change pronouns as you’d like; no need for credit.

“Why…why did you just take off your shirt?" 

“Please don’t scare me like that ever again.” 

“I couldn’t live without you.” 

“As long as you’re breathing, standing here with me, nothing else matters.” 

“You see, this is the part where you tell me you’re proud of me.” 

“Why’d you run away?”

“Do you need anything else?” 

“Say something. Are you hurt?” 

"God, I’m so angry I could just hit someone.”

“I’m yours, in every way possible.” 

“I don’t need anything more from you.” 

“He has his heart set on it, trust me." 

"You…do not look happy." 

"If you truly believe you can get me out of bed before ten a.m. then you’re delusional." 

"You’re all drugged up. You don’t know what you’re saying." 

"Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“Funny. And by funny, I mean not funny at all." 

"God, why couldn’t I have taken more weight lifting classes.”

“He’s always done his best to keep your hands clean, keep that innocence intact." 

"You’re not making it easy on me right now.”

“Sometimes I think you have a deathwish." 

"Your idea of torture is withholding dessert after dinner." 

"I’m kidding, sheesh." 

"Well done, you." 

"You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me…!" 

"Yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before." 

"I know where you sleep.” 

"You keep him on his toes." 

"Hello, nice to meet you…sort of." 

"That’s unnervingly on point." 

"You two are the closest thing I have to a television." 

"Stop! Please, stop! You’re going to kill her!" 

"I’d be safer facing off a pack of wolves." 

"If you’re going, I’m going.”

“Whoa. Easy, easy. I’ve got you.”

“When I say run, that means keep running." 

"You got me, and I’m not so bad, right?" 

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” 

"Come back here. Don’t do this… Come back here right now! Come back…" 

"Thought I told you to stay by my side, eh?" 

"It’s like watching a chihuahua provoke a rottweiler." 

"She has the heart of a lion." 

"Come on, it’s me. I’m good at this sort of stuff, remember?" 

"That is my choice! My decision to make, not yours! Not anyone else’s! Mine!" 

"Now, before you get upset, I didn’t lie to you. I just…failed to mention it." 

"You are out of your mind.”

“Tell me what you want me to do." 

"And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay - I’m always going to be here for you." 

"And before you say anything, a ‘no’ would be a very poor answer.”

“God, I love you.”  

“What? You want my heart? My soul? Go head, take them. Take everything I have.” 

“Does my being half-naked bother you?” 

“I wasn’t going to do anything until you wanted me to.” 

“Wh – what? [Name], this is serious!" 

"Hush, now. He is a nice boy, but a boy he still is." 

“I can’t willingly or unwillingly ever bear to leave your side.” 

“You’re trying to distract me.” 

“Well, this moment certainly got away from me.” 

“You can’t do that to me.” 

"You move, he moves.”

“You can have it, because I don’t want it without you." 

"Take it, it’s fine.”

“If you need it, you take it. What’s mine is yours.”

“I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you.” 

“Of course you’re tired, you haven’t slept in two days.” 

“And when I come back there better not be so much as a scratch on her body and a hair out of place.” 

“Speak for me again, and I’ll punch you in the throat.” 

“You have me right in the palm of your hand and you know it.”

“You and I are not finished.”

“You know what? Never-mind, you’ll know I’m lying to you anyway.” 

“How’s the weather down there, babe?” 

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting to learn things about you.” 

“All my best parts come from you.” 

"You make me brave.”

“Just jump, I’ll catch you.” 

#prompts

[shokoism]

100 Ways To Say “I Love You”

So it’s been a while, I feel very out of practice with writing and I’m trying to get back into the flow.

So I’m going to open requests!

Gladnis only, pick a prompt, add any other condition such as rating or setting, and fire it at my inbox. I’m not looking to do anything long, just something to help me get back in the flow.

1) “Pull over.  Let me drive for awhile.” 2) “It reminded me of you.” 3) “No, no, it’s my treat.” 4) “Come here.  Let me fix it.” 5) “I’ll walk you home.” 6) “Have a good day at work.” 7) “I dreamt about you last night.” 8) “Take my seat.” 9) “I saved a piece for you.” 10) “I’m sorry for your loss.” 11) “You can have half.” 12) “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” 13) “Sorry I’m late.” 14) “Can I have this dance?” 15) “I made your favorite.” 16) “It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.” 17) “Watch your step.” 18) “Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.” 19) “Can I hold your hand?” 20) “You can borrow mine.” 21) “You might like this.” 22) “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.” 23) “I’ll wait.” 24) “Just because.” 25) “Look both ways.” 26) “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.” 27) “Try some.” 28) “Drive safely.” 29) “Well, what do you want to do?” 30) “One more chapter.” 31) “Don’t worry about me.” 32) “It looks good on you.” 33) “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” 34) “That’s okay, I bought two.” 35) “After you.” 36) “We’ll figure it out.” 37) “Can I kiss you?” 38) “I like your laugh.” 39) “Don’t cry.” 40) “I made this for you.” 41) “Go back to sleep.” 42) “Is this okay?” 43) “I picked these for you.” 44) “I’ll drive you to the hospital.” 45) “What do you want to watch?” 46) “You can go first.” 47) “Did you get my letter?” 48) “I’ll do it for you.” 49) “Call me when you get home.” 50) “I think you’re beautiful.” 51) “Are you sure?” 52) “Have fun.” 53) “Sit down, I’ll get it.” 54) “I made reservations.” 55) “I don’t mind.” 56) “It brings out your eyes.” 57) “There is enough room for both of us.” 58) “You don’t have to say anything.” 59) “Wow.” 60) “Happy birthday.” 61) “I’ll pick it up after work.” 62) “It can wait until tomorrow.” 63) “Cross my heart and hope to die.” 64) “It’s two sugars, right?” 65) “I’ll help you study.” 66) “Stay over.” 67) “I did the dishes.” 68) “You didn’t have to ask.” 69) “I bought you a ticket.” 70) “You’re warm.” 71) “No reason.” 72) “I’ll meet you halfway.” 73) “Take mine.” 74) “We can share.” 75) “I was just thinking about you.” 76) “I want you to have this.” 77) “Call me if you need anything.” 78) “Do you want to come too?” 79) “I’ll still be here when you’re ready.” 80) “Is your seat belt on?” 81) “Sweet dreams.” 82) “I was in the neighborhood.” 83) “Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.” 84) “The key is under the mat.” 85) “It doesn’t bother me.” 86) “You’re important too.” 87) “I saved you a seat.” 88) “I’ll see you later.” 89) “I noticed.” 90) “You can tell me anything.” 91) “I hope you like it.” 92) “I want you to be happy.” 93) “I believe in you.” 94) “You can do it.” 95) “Good luck.” 96) “I brought you an umbrella.” 97) “I’ll pick you up at the airport.” 98) “Take a deep breath.” 99) “Be careful.” And… 100) “I love you.”

#prompts

[shokoism]

simple angst sentence starters

“Does it hurt?”

“Please don’t hide from me.”

“Hold them down.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Stay close to me.”

“Why can’t I hurt you?”

“Don’t let it end like this.”

“Help me.”

“I don’t need to be protected.”

“I can’t do this again!”

“Be strong.”

“I know that you’re scared.”

“Don’t try to fight back.”

“How heartbreaking.”

“Are you going to stop me?”

“Just stay.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“How much did it hurt?”

“You look like hell.”

“Break or be broken?”

“Don’t you dare speak to me.”

“Don’t cry.”

“This is not goodbye.”

“You won’t see me again.”

“You know I can’t feel that way.”

“Leave it be!”

“I thought this was supposed to be happy.”

“Cruel, isn’t it?”

“I can’t love you.”

“I can’t hate you.”

“Leave me alone!”

“Forget me.”

“It’ll never be enough.”

“Swear to me.”

“Don’t look back.”

“Get away from here.”

“Look at me, and you die.”

“Hold still.”

“Do you think I wanted this?”

“Goodnight, my love.”

“This has to be the end.”

#prompts

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Prompt List #5

Other Prompt Lists

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

Kissing on sofa, foreheads pressed together, breathy, soft tender.

“Sometimes I wonder if you even like me…it sure feels like you hate me sometimes.”

“You were supposed to be my friend. That’s all…that’s all I asked of you. To be my friend. To care.”

“I look at him/her/them and I just..it’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.”

“I don’t…i’ve never…been in a relationship and i’m going to make mistakes…I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me.”

“You really thought I was dead?”

“I want to believe, I do…I just…how can I believe in something that I can’t see?”

“You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?”

“I feel sick…so anxious and sick and like my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.”

“Can we just make a decision? Please?”

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

“I just want you to be safe. That’s all i’ve ever wanted for you!” 

“I want you to be happy…even if its not with me.”

“I want to feel like this forever.”

“You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

“God, you are so fucking cute.”

“I love you, but I need you to go away because you’re really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow.”

“I…I can’t do this without you.”

“Don’t forget me?” 

“You weren’t there…why weren’t you there?”

“I needed you! I needed you!”

“Now it’s over…I don’t really know what to do.”

“Do you ever think?”

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!” 

“How can you drink that stuff?”

“Oh no…he’s/she’s/they’re cute.”

“I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!”

“Sometimes you love someone and you don’t want them to leave…because if they’re beside you, you can see that they’re safe and you can keep them safe. But, if they go somewhere without you…you might lose them”

“No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!”

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You are so important to me, you are such a big part of my life, that I just…I can’t imagine you not here.”

“I just want you to be happy…”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Stop apologising for other people! You’re not the shitty one!” 

“I want someone I can melt around. I want someone who melts around me too…I don’t want this standoffish, unromantic love that you’re offering. I want more than that.”

“I want to write you poetry, to write songs about you and draw your portrait! I want to make things for you! It frustrates the hell out of me hat I can’t draw and I can’t sing or write or play instruments or paint…You inspire me so fucking much…”

“You don’t own her/him/them. You don’t get to choose who they choose. I don’t get to choose who they choose. No one, but them, gets to make that decision.”

“Stop being a fucking dick.”

“That’s another way of saying you’re an arsehole.” 

“Can anyone else hear those Jumanji like drums? Or is it just me?”

“God, I love your face.”

Twirling a strand of their hair

Foreheads pressed together, breath intertwining, slow, content affection

“Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so…”

“I’m only important when you need something from me.”

“I am fed up of half measures. I deserve better”

“Don’t look at me! I’m a mess!”

“I love it when you’re a mess!”

“Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”

“I don’t think you’re annoying…I know…I don’t…I really like listening to and hearing what you have to say even if its a lot sometimes..”

“I just want to be swept off my feet…is that so bad? I’m fed up of being alone.”

One reaching for the others hand to comfort them, to provide support. A thumb brushing lightly against skin. 

Reciting poetry at the other in a dramatic and very public fashion

Those period shirts with the puffy sleeves and the deep v and one staring at the other like… oh no he/she’s hot. 

Heart eyes when the other talks, sings, dances, argues, does literally anything especially things which others make fun of them for or find annoying

“Oh, my ankle! I think it must be broken!” *wink* *wink*

“I want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re so amazing.”

“Did you get any sleep last night?”

“I haven’t slept since they/him/her left/died”

“You are an uncultured swine! There I said it!”

“I know I should be happy…I did well…I always do well…so why can’t I believe in myself?”

“Please do your homework, for me? Just one time…”

“I said one time, y’know…you didn’t have to actually start studying. Not that I’m not proud or anything.”

“Go big or go home”

“I’m already home.”

“I lost my wellie boot in the river…”

“I wish I knew who they were…”

“It was that bad here?”

“I look at you and I…I feel so sad because I love you but I also have been hurt so many times that I don’t think I can forgive and forget.”

Brushing hair from their face

Leaning into the others hand, turning their head and pressing a kiss to the palm

“I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

Speaks in a terrible Shakespearean/Elizabethan style to woo/make the other laugh

“Should I go first or…do you want to go?”

“If you want to leave, we can leave.”

“I don’t want to ruin your party.”

“You could never ruin anything.”

“Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“I can finally understand why you call them your arch-nemesis…What. A. Dick.”

“Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!”

“If you don’t get that stick out of your arse, i’ll do it myself and beat you with it.”

“Could you come get me?”

“Stop moving! I’m going to have to start counting all over again!”

“I just thought that since you weren’t feeling too good, maybe this would help.”

The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.

“Oh my heart it breaks! It shall never be whole again!” “She/He/They break up with you every other month. Shouldn’t it be used to the disappointment by now?”

“I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?”

“I’m not kissing you in the rain! We’ll catch our death!”

“Where’s your adventurous spirit?!”

“A walk in the woods might do you some good. Clear your head.”

“You have wronged me so bitterly…”

“Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?”

“Please get me away from him. He hasn’t left me alone all night and I am this close to committing a murder.”

“I apologise sincerely if my handsome/beautiful face has kept you awake all night.”

Massages but the sort that are actually practical and helpful. Like babe, you’re so uncomfortable let me help because you’re clearly in pain

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“So I had this really vivid dream…”

#prompts