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[softomi]

I SEE THE LIGHT

what would have happened if they weren’t interrupted? // a tangled AU

WELP HERE IT IS! my piece for @awilddreamermain ‘s when the clock strikes midnight collab! this was such a wonderful dreamy thing to write- and keigo as eugene ?? yeah <3 ((I’ve always wanted to dress up like rapunzel for Halloween so I’m glad that this is gonna be posted on the 31st,,, it’s like I’m rapunzel in spirit))

also a very special thank you to @blvckjvckvls and @omiishii for helping me and encouraging me though this <3

pairing: flynn ryder! hawks x rapunzel! reader

genre: tooth rotting fluff

word count: 1.2k

warnings: uh.. um.. maybe like a little bit of anxiety, first kiss, purposely lower-cased words

warmth. you were surrounded by so much warmth on such a clear, brisk night.

warmth of the speckling yellow and orange hues throughout the night’s sky; cozy glows of the already floating lanterns that waft around you.

warmth from the fire that licked the palm of your hands whenever you reached out to save a flame-lit lantern from being snuffed out by wandering too close to the water.

warmth from his eyes; molten gold twinkling at you with a gaze that made you feel like you were more than just some adventure. Keigo was looking at you like you were worth more than one thousand of those crystaled crowns he was looking for; like you were worth more than your hair. your pessimistic mother was convinced that it wasn’t possible. she guffawed when you told her that you met someone; her first reaction was to tell you that he was only going to leave you once he got what he wanted out of you-- but she wasn't there to see the dullness of his eyes soften after every passing hour until his irises were puddles of rich adoration.

that couldn’t possibly be a lie, right?

you felt a heaviness settle at the pit of your stomach, remembering what was hidden in your bag-- how it got there and why you were in this breathtaking scenery in the first place.

suddenly, in an unwanted head rush, everything became a bit too much, a bit too fast. thousands of thoughts racing a mile a minute only to come to a harsh halt at a wall of guilt.

the journey between the two of you couldn’t continue on, not like this; not when he’s the only reason that you’re able to experience your lifelong dream— with the wannabe stars floating so closely around the two of you, reflecting off of the stilled ocean, the guilt became insufferable.

the heaviness twists in your stomach as your heart makes its way to the base of your throat, making it difficult for the words to form, but the first sound escapes your mouth soon before you’re mentally ready.

when you turn away from your view of the castle, his attention is already on you. he’s holding two paper lanterns, both lit and ready to be set free.

your very own lanterns.

“haw-k-Keigo?”

he only blinks up at you and slightly leans in, a soft smile eased on his lips, inching the lanterns towards you.

letting out a broken sigh-- a vulnerable smile still in play-- you try to ignore the sinking feeling at the pit of your stomach and attempt to let your gratefulness take over as you climb onto the bench across from him.

he had gotten you lanterns to make living your dream even better.

you let out a hum, gathering your thoughts together; it was now or never.

patting the tops of your knees, you swallow your fear, “i have something for you too.”

catching a glimpse of his shoulders slightly sagging, you force yourself to follow through in grabbing the satchel.

holding it in front of him, you hope he didn’t see your facade falter as the look of realization took over his features when he saw the infamous purse.

you didn’t wait for him to say anything, “i should have given this to you before but, i was just scared.” pausing for a moment, trying to keep all incoming thoughts rational as you see his facial expression change, “and the thing is… i'm not scared anymore.” you shift, looking down, trying to think of anything else to say. when you look up, he’s smiling at you, creating a little flutter of your heart, “ you know what I mean?”

when he lifts his hand towards the bag, you stiffen— heart stopped and head racing- just waiting for him to pull the bag out of your grasp. but as you watch his big hand caresses the top of the bag before pushing it down, he says softly,

“i'm starting to.”

your heartbeat pulses throughout your whole body as your cheeks fill with heat, being unable to stop yourself from smiling.

once again he inches the lantern towards you, and this time you take it without hesitation, pausing for a mere second before simultaneously letting it float up with Keigo’s.

the two twirl around each other in a mesmerizingly graceful dance, joining the other lanterns twinkling in the atmosphere above you. you stay entranced for a bit until you feel your eyes zone out of focus— completely content in the moment.

the number of lanterns had tripled since the beginning of the event; now thousands of different shades, sizes, and variations of warm hues of pinks, oranges, yellows dotted your surroundings, illuminating the world in such a dreamy way-- you weren’t sure if you were actually awake.

instead of a pinch, what broke the trance were two warm hands enveloping yours.

you look up at Keigo, big doe eyes meeting steady and sure eyes- now taking in the other.

suddenly, the difference hit you in an instant. where before you would see a blazing fire for adventure behind his eyes, you now saw a future- warm and real and bright.

you feel him pull you closer, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, until the distance between you two was full of heart-pounding tension.

the comforting warmth from one of his hands left yours, only to brush a stray hair out from your face— adding it to the bang tucked behind your ear— then finding solace caressing your jaw, a thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.

instinctively, your eyes flutter shut, the last image imprinted in your mind was his gaze lingering on your lips.

you’ve heard about instances like this; in all the novels you’ve read where the tension between characters is high, the only resolution is a sweet kiss. a small exchange of intimacy in such a vulnerable moment.

heart hammering in your chest, your head shut down when you felt his breath on your face— his lips oh so close to your own.

there was a moment where the world around you became silent in anticipation; waiting for a move to be made, for the warmth of his lips, for the anxiety to settle.

it wasn’t what you’d expected.

described in your books, your first kiss is some magical experience where the sun shines bright and birds chirp a cheerful song or colorful fireworks of red, pink, and white explode in tune with your pounding heart beat.

it wasn’t like that.

it was a little peck, not too fast but not too slow either. not overpowering or limp. just a gentle peck.

when he pulled away, he was hesitant with absolutely no reason to be.

following the urge to do so, you cupped his face with both hands and kept him steady as you quickly leaned back in.

the impact was a bit clumsy, causing the flighty man to rumble out a chuckle, but he easily helped you ground the kiss by falling in synch with your movements. lips melded together in a welcomed embrace and the world around you became a blur; all you could focus on was just how secure his warmth could make you feel.

#im such a sucker for tangled theme anything #THIS IS SO CUTE

[softomi]

I’ve had your notifications on for ages and literally let out the loudest gasp when I saw your user pop up on my phone !!!! It made me so happy to see you on the dash again !!!!!!!

asjkfhkjsdfhksdj thank you kjhfskjdfhkjsd it really has been the longest since ive been on.

[softomi]

UM HI????

HELLO!!!!!

[softomi]

HELLO

ITS THE FOLLOW BACK FOR ME. AKJHFKJHFKJSDF HI I AM INDEED ALIVE

#its ok i still love you

[softomi]

yes

should i bake to make myself feel better

[softomi]

oikawa and his fomo just living out his life in the different aus we've created

there HAS to be a reason for this

#can you believe it all started with the swingers au

[softomi]

so obviously, it's atsumu and I. we were actually friends first but eventually we kind of gradually moved away from the dating scene and started being together more. Despite what people might say, Atsumu is relatively good at cooking; so we often spend friday nights making a meal together. Favorite weather is spring and I love coca cola; it just taste so good.

no hello, no thanks. i really spoil you too much🙄 and now i even give you one my selfship songs

#i’m so soft thank you runa

[softomi]

I’ll protect you. 

Miya Atsumu

His adrenaline was high, it was absolute chaos. He held your hand tightly, kissing your fingers as you two fled from the previous room. He could hear the gunshots, his brother’s scream as you two escaped. You looked back, tugging his hand as if in some way, you could save the man who gave up his life for you. Atsumu’s hand caresses your cheek, pressing his lips to your forehead before you pulls you along with him. Your heart was beating, footsteps were falling behind you but Atsumu’s hand dragging you made you run faster. In an abandoned classroom, Atsumu makes sure it’s all clear before he takes you in. It wasn’t long until there was a banging on the door, a sinister laugh on the other side.

“Atsumu.” You’re whispering sharply, you could see their shadows from under the door.

“It’s okay.” Atsumu runs a hand through your hair, he’s leaning into you, one last kiss before he lets you go, “Go through the side door, I’ll distract them.” He’s securing your hands over his weapon, “You got this. I’ll see you on the other side.”

You crouch near the side door, at the same time Atsumu opens the door, you’re opening yours. You hear the gunshots go off, your legs move faster as you go around to the original entrance, the two boys standing with their backs to you as they stand over your boyfriend. You pull the trigger on both men. A siren goes off.

“We won!” Atsumu is standing to his feet, splashes of paint on his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist, picking you up with a twirl. When he sets you down, he turns to stick his tongue out to the boys, “Haha and you guys said we’d lose with a girl on our team!”

Atsumu screams when Suna shoots a paintball at his forehead.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

He was running, he had never gotten out of bed so fast. Your screech sent a jolt in him, his nap disrupted by your cry. It wasn’t your regular scream, not the usual ‘I saw a bug’ scream, it was blood-curdling. He isn’t even thinking, he has no weapon to defend himself, all that fills his mind is you. When he bolts into the living room, you are not there; neither are you in the kitchen. The silence makes his heart race, it’s instilling fear in him. The open door of the spare bedroom catches his eye, he’s moving quick, hoping to god it isn’t the worst.

When he opens the door, he sees you standing in the middle of the room, a tall figure looking down on you. You look at him, eyes wide and before your mouth can move, he’s knocked the guy with one of the lamps.

“Kiyoomi!” You’re screeching his name as the man falls. You’re placing your hands on his chest to push the male back.

He’s huffing and puffing, “Are you alright?” His hand is pressed against your cheek, the concern in his eyes makes your heart melt, “Please tell me you’re alright.”

“Baby, I’m okay.” You’re pressing your lips against his to cool his head, “But, that’s Bokuto.”

Sakusa freezes, as he stares at the body, suddenly the familiar figure of his teammate comes to light, “You screamed, as if you were dying.”

“Yeah.” Your hand points to the half open window, “Well I walked in here and all I see is a man with half his body trying to get in, of course I scream.”

“What’s happening?!” Voices call from the window, as Sakusa looks down from it, Atsumu and Hinata are staring up, “We lost our key.”

Iwaizumi Hajime

He was wondering what was taking you so long, never had you been this late to meet him after club activities. Even Oikawa was joking that maybe you had gotten mad at him, ditched him and went home first. Obviously, he punched Oikawa in the shoulder for that; but the longer he waited, the more concerned he grew. He walked himself to your clubroom, some of your club members were packing up when they noticed him linger by the door. Your stuff was still in the room, so he took to the hallways to find you. It wasn’t long that he found you, surrounded by a bunch of girls in front of the bathroom. They cornered you against the wall; your eyes shaking as you stared at one of the girls.

“What’s going on?” He’s towering over the group, a scowl on his face.

“Hajime.” You’re standing up straight.

He’s pushing through the girls, standing in front of you to face them, “Leave her alone.”

The girls coo, you’re pulling him back by the arm, “Hajime, they were just asking me what Oikawa likes. They wanted to get him something nice for his birthday.”

The girls giggle when he flushes red, “But you looked scared.” He tries to whisper.

You smile, a hand wrapping around his arm, “I was just surprised that’s all, but thank you.” Your leaning up to him, “Should I tell them Oikawa likes really really spicy things?”

“Of course, it’s his favorite.” He’s grinning slyly as you’re gushing to the girls about how much Oikawa loves eating spicy treats.

Kageyama Tobio

He was distracted all throughout practice, eyes kept glancing at you as you were helping Yachi with something on the sidelines. It was a terribly off day for him, one of his serves had even hit Daichi in the back of the head; he was apologizing profusely when the male turned around with the worse pretend smile he had ever seen. Even his sets were beginning to lack, they were too fast then they were too short; it’s like the ball wasn’t listening to him. Tsukishima snorted from the other side of the net when the ball flew right passed Hinata.

“Why don’t you take a short break?” Suga gave a smile, attempting to diffuse the situation before a fight broke out, “We don’t want a fight on the first day a potential new manager might join.”

He was standing near you; you were happily watching the practice game. Only silence between you two. You caught his gaze when you looked to him, a grin on your lips, “I saw you play in middle school.” He nearly chokes on his water, “I thought you were really cool.”

A blush forms on his cheeks, “Thanks.” He stutters out.

“Watch out!”

The ball flies in your direction, your hands instinctively reach out in front of your face but the ball never touches your palm. When you look, Kageyama’s back faces you. Dead silence before laughter from the men on the court spill out. The red mark of the ball remains painted on his face and unlike the rest of the team, you’re filled with concern.

“I’m so sorry!” You’re screaming out, “Are you okay?”

Blood rushes down his nose, a heavy blush on his cheeks, “It was my fault.”

“It was my fault.” You’re repeating him, trying to gather napkins to press against his nose.

This only makes him blush more and the blood rushes.

#haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #kageyama x reader #iwaizumi x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu #atsumu #kageyama #iwaizumi #sakusa #hq x reader

[softomi]

every story has to have a beach arc

Miya Atsumu

He’s not the most romantic at times, heck, he’s been talking non-stop about this beach trip and how he specifically planned it so that he could see you in a swimsuit. It doesn’t help that this beach trip, is technically your first date with him, why you agreed to the beach, you shrugged because hey; at some point in your three year friendship with him, he managed to string you just enough to want to date him.

“Don’t.” Your hand smacks his away when his fingers travel too closely to your ass. Atsumu recoils his hand with a whine and you apologize, “It’s still a reflex to hit you when you touch me.” You think it’s funny but have to compose yourself as he starts to pout.

His pout slowly disappears as you lift off your shirt, revealing the bright red bikini top that has him so so excited. With all his excitement, he could kiss you; heck, he’s practically bouncing up and down urging for you to take off your shorts.

“This isn’t a strip show.” You throw your shirt at him, “Gosh you’re so annoying.”

The shorts stay on much to Atsumu’s dismay but he does bask in the fact that you were just incredibly beautiful and you were here with him. He wants to kiss you, while your fingers coat his skin with sunscreen, he leans his head back to stare up at you.

“Aren’t I the luckiest guy in the world?” Your head tilts at his comment. He’s got a silly grin on him, “I got the prettiest girl on the beach with me.”

You scoff, eyes rolled at his sugar coated words. Your hand stretched his neck out as you applied the sunscreen on him. Usually you’d smack his head for being for intimately close with you or push him away because his eyes were drifting from your eyes; but today marks a new beginning for you and Atsumu. You lean down to him, the closer you get the more the scent of sunscreen comes off of him; your lips capture his and his hand automatically press down on the back of your neck.

The pressure he adds makes his teeth accidentally puncture your lip, you pull back with a hiss and Atsumu stands to inspect your mouth, “Shit sorry.” His thumb runs over the small patch of blood seeping out. He thinks you’ll yell at him, slap his chest, or storm off, possibly even request to go home; but instead you laugh, carefree, and lighthearted. This was the perfect way to start dating Atsumu.

Akaashi Keiji

The sun was hot, the air was humid, everyone was sweating and just dying to get into the water. Akaashi remains in his spot under the umbrellas, while his friends and girlfriend opted for the cold refreshing beach waves; he kept himself entertained organizing the clothes and food. He munches on the freshly cut watermelon as he watches you sit atop Bokuto’s shoulders, hands trying to push the other couple into the water.

“Keiji!” One of your hands is trying to balance yourself by clinging onto Bokuto’s forehead, the other waving sporadically at him to join you.

Much to his dismay, the moment Bokuto spotted the watermelon, the male promptly tossed you into the water. Akaashi scowls at the lack of caring nature when he sees Bokuto racing everyone else to get to land. Akaashi tries looking for your figure in the water but the way he’s surrounded by dripping men, he can’t get a good sight.

“Babe?” Akaashi lets out worriedly when he doesn’t see you. His friends have now looked towards the water, eyes counting the group as if they were sure you had followed them, “Y/n!” Akaashi’s running towards the water.

Your head pops up and Akaashi nearly face plants into the sea. You’re breathing heavily when he begins to close the distance between the two of you, a very worried and stern expression on his face that has you pouting in apology despite it definitely not your fault that you were thrusted into the water so fast that it knocked the wind out of you.

“Were you that worried about me?” You’re grinning mischievously, wrapping your arms around his neck and he’s now oddly aware that the two of you are skin to skin under water. He’s flushed and it takes everything in you to not pull him in the water with you, “You’re so adorable Keiji!”  

“Please be careful next time.” When he turns around, you cling to his back; letting him drag you against the water’s current as you pepper a kiss onto his spine. He helps you steady a balance closer to shore and while Bokuto is quick to fall to his knees in apology; Keiji scolds him for his carelessness and you watch in amusement with watermelon in your mouth.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

He would never ever enter the beach water and that was final. He was okay with letting you drag him along to the get together with his team and he would have to make do with the rising jealousy at the moment watching you prance in your swimsuit with other boys. He trusts you wholeheartedly but men? Men are wolves and the beach just seemed like a perfect hunting ground.

When you’re on land he’s quick to stand right next to you, draping a towel over your wet figure, even for a brief lunch break he let you wear one of his t-shirts as a cover up, but the peeking of the bathing suit underneath still prevalent.

“Omi!” He doesn’t hear you call his name, his eyes are fixated on the beach volleyball game that’s happened near by with some of his team members. He doesn’t notice how you’re waving your hands to him, desperately trying to capture his attention, “Sakusa Kiyoomi!” You’re screeching at the top of your lungs and it jolts him from his spot. The volleyball game halts to stare at the way your arms are flailing in the air.

He breaks his never ever rule because he’s never ran so fast to the sea before. The water splashes on his face, wetting the mask he adorned, drenching his shirt, soaking his pants that weren’t even swim trunks all because of the fear that’s pressed on your expression.

“My swimsuit broke.” He sees the way you desperately cling to the fabric that’s supposed to protect your chest; for a second he wants to scold you, yell at you, discipline you but the way you look at him innocently, lips puckered, pleading for him to not raise his voice.

He removes his shirt, pulling it to fit over your upper body; he tries to not mind the waves crashing on his skin and briefly you yelp when he lifts you over his shoulder. He pulls the fabric of the shirt to cover your bum, people watch confused and you’re absolutely embarrassed to even try to make eye contact with anyone at the moment; just letting him carry you off to one of the private bathrooms.

Suna Rintarou

He wasn’t exactly thrilled to be here but it also wasn’t the worst place to be at the moment. The popsicle is stuffed into his mouth, eyes glued to the cell phone in his hand, and he can hear Atsumu practically flirting with anything that moved. He wants to so bad to throw his popsicle at the man but then that would mean actually doing work.

So he decides to just continue pretending as though he isn’t hiding behind his sunglasses to stare at your body lounging near where his friends have started setting up a volleyball net to trap girls into watching them play.

Atsumu suggested it once more people gathered, a friendly game; boys versus girls, losers buy ice cream for the winning team. Osamu attempted to coax him into playing and he wasn’t at all interested until suddenly you raised a hand; your friend giggling as they pushed you up, “I’ll play.”

The boys were going easy on the girls, it was seriously too obvious but the longer the boys played the more they stumbled watching the women jump on the other side of the net; perhaps that was the real reason they spiraled down in the second half of the game. Their eyes would linger too long through the net; effectively headbutting the ball.

“I think we’ve met before.” You hang behind the group, walking alongside him in a slower fashion, “You picked up your little sister at my house last weekend, she’s friends with my sister.”

It dawns on him; you were the hot older sister of his annoying sister’s friend. He feels like his mind is blown and the reason he was so fixated on you at the beach suddenly making sense. His brain is connecting the dots and you giggle seeing his spaced off expression.

The popsicle in your hand tapping against his forehead, your hands tug the popsicle out of the wrapper, putting your lips over the cold treat, “I’ll see you around then.” You send him a wink, fingers waving as you catch up with your friends.

Oh he was definitely going to pick up his sister more often.

Oikawa Tooru

He’s being punished and he knows it, for what though, he can’t remember anymore because the two of you are in the middle of the beach and despite the scorching heat, you’re still fully clothed refusing to get in the water with him or even show you how good you look in a bathing suit. Instead, you’re sitting under the shade, scrolling through social media, not even trying to give him a passing glance no matter how many times he deeply sighs and walks by you.

“Don’t even think about it.” Your words wound him, he retracts the hand that is itching to catch a glimpse of the bathing suit. It was rather a peculiar idea for you, most girls to gain their boyfriend’s attention at the beach would strip to their bathing suit, but no; you decided why not have him pining over you.

“Please!” His head is squished against your hip and abdomen, “We’re at the beach, we should be walking around, eating ice cream and playing games!” His whines draw the attention of bystanders and it irks you.

You scream when suddenly his head dips under your shirt, your hand slapping his face away and a whole new level of irritated and mad overcome you. He sits up dazed, his lips muttering a soft, “Pink.”. You shove him into the sand, standing to your feet to kick your boyfriend’s ass for the sudden invasion of privacy.

“Ugh! You’re unbearable.” Your fingers grip the ends of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head to reveal what he had just discovered, a cute sparkly pink bikini top, “It’s stupidly hot, I have a stupid boyfriend, and I just wanted to stay home where it’s nice and cool and we could cuddle.”

In his mind, that suddenly sounded like an enticing offer, but he can’t help but stare at how beautiful you looked in the sun’s glow. You were seething, but he knows that if he’s poking at you enough, you’ll eventually give in. So there isn’t any surprises when ten minutes later you’re fingers are interlocked with his as the two of you enjoy his ice cream bribe. You had been irritated with him long enough that as you walked the shoreline, the sun began to set slowly.

#atsumu x reader #akaashi x reader #suna x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reacher #haikyuu scenarios #miya atsumu x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #suna rintarou x reader #oikawa tooru x reader

[softomi]

thinking about how osamu and suna implants the idea of you doing a kissing booth as a fundraiser for your university club; then gets very disappointed when he shows up and it’s just a bake sale.

#i have no where to put this so it’s here #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader

[softomi]

you dick you made me think your new theme was a new blog 😤😔😔😔😔😔

imma make a new theme for the new blog just to spite you ajjssjsjdkdkfmdmkd

[softomi]

let’s catch up. 

first: yep. if you don’t follow me on my second blog, you’ll notice that this blog has been on a little break recently. the burnout really hits huh. 

second: in regards to my 500 event. i only have about 6 left and well for my sake I am just going to delete them and start the new year clean. If I didn’t get to yours, i’m sorry and know that I still love you. 

third: is for my series now accepting boyfriend applications it’s still ongoing don’t worry, but i haven’t written the next part yet since I have no inspiration so it might be a while before something comes out. I will accept taglists for the series so you’ll know the next update. 

fourth: goes to everyone on my general taglist. The list is getting long and I wish I could tag everyone but right now, I don’t think I will be utilizing a general taglist. meaning that there will no longer be a general taglist. it’ll help ease me up and honestly the formatting stuff was killing me. the only taglist i will have open is for the boyfriend application series. 

fifth: is to say that I absolutely love all of you.

[softomi]

shhssjjddjdjjdkd ur too sweet

messing up my sleep schedule and coming in here to say I LOVE YOU ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

i love u sooo much that i will tuck u back into bed rn *kisses ur forehead and puts a glass of water by ur bedside*

#i’ll sleep once it hits 2am

[softomi]

i think about this a lot; fic idea:

after being caught on camera arguing and punching another volleyball player outside of a bar; Miya Atsumu’s popularity plummeted and rumor has it that he might be benched for the rest of the season if public outcry calling to remove him doesn’t settle.

in order to overturn this, his advising team has constructed a plot to pair Atsumu with someone the nation just can’t resist loving; you. Pure hearted, innocent, lovable. Many titles follow you, nation’s sweetheart, little sister, first love.

Atsumu doesn’t buy your little sweetheart act. he doesn’t buy that you volunteer with kids or that you’ve agreed to pretend to be his girlfriend out of the goodness of your heart.

Maybe he was right, it wasn’t out of the goodness of your heart. it was because you were infatuated with him and everyone knows fake dating leads to real dating.

#haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader

[softomi]

let’s catch up. 

first: yep. if you don’t follow me on my second blog, you’ll notice that this blog has been on a little break recently. the burnout really hits huh. 

second: in regards to my 500 event. i only have about 6 left and well for my sake I am just going to delete them and start the new year clean. If I didn’t get to yours, i’m sorry and know that I still love you. 

third: is for my series now accepting boyfriend applications it’s still ongoing don’t worry, but i haven’t written the next part yet since I have no inspiration so it might be a while before something comes out. I will accept taglists for the series so you’ll know the next update. 

fourth: goes to everyone on my general taglist. The list is getting long and I wish I could tag everyone but right now, I don’t think I will be utilizing a general taglist. meaning that there will no longer be a general taglist. it’ll help ease me up and honestly the formatting stuff was killing me. the only taglist i will have open is for the boyfriend application series. 

fifth: is to say that I absolutely love all of you.

#icymi ✨

[softomi]

my dad really telling me he wants a new son in law and looking at me but i’m too busy creating fake alternate universes with my anime men and me 

so at least its a two way street with us

y’all are so lucky i have a bad memory because i know i was gonna say a bad joke and now i can’t remember it

[softomi]

burnout. 

prompt: if it isn’t obvious yet, i already know i’m not feeling well but thank you for putting up with me.

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

Lately, Miya Atsumu feels tired. Lately, he’s been stuck in bed; internally battling his thoughts on feigning sickness to get out of working. That’s what he had been calling practice lately, working, as if being a professional athlete were a regular eight-hour job with weekends off. He’s been feeling out of touch these days, unmotivated to even reply to fans on social media, let alone give his brother a response on if he was dropping by later. Atsumu already knows he’ll probably make up some lame excuse to get out of it, something he feels guilty about at the moment.

Atsumu watches as the clock on his bedside switches to a daunting five-twenty-eight. His phone alarm would go off in two minutes and he feels a sort of dread coming with the ring; feeling inclined to turn it off in hopes that he could play it as forgetfulness. Time moves faster than he thinks, and he quickly shuffles on the bed to press snooze.

“Hey.” The comforter moves, Atsumu feels skin touching against his bareback. A kiss pressed onto his spine as you slither an arm around his abdomen, “Are you leaving?”

He maneuvers himself around; it grows hot under the blanket as he pulls you close into his chest. A hand he tucks under your knee to wrap around his legs. Atsumu wishes he could stay in bed with you forever, for a split second he ponders a career change, one to a more relaxing and flexible position.

“Soon.” He sighs, shutting his eyes, inhaling the fragrance of your shampoo and already wishing for night to arrive so he could lay with you again.

Most recently, you’ve begun to notice the change in his attitude. Atsumu sighs a lot more, less motivated, stuck between no sleep and too much sleep. It began to seep into his career; almost painful to watch how frequently mistakes had been occurring with him. Rather than frustration, Atsumu began to feel unbothered.

More recently, you began to wake around the same time as him. Something you started forcing yourself to do out of your regular schedule to help him get ready. Many times, just as this day, you let him persuade you to stay in bed a little longer.

He even has the audacity to grumble and whine when you sit up, hovering over him to tap on the snooze button. Atsumu groans when you switch the bedside lamp on, attempting to hide himself in the pillows, lying to himself that it wasn’t nearing the time for him to leave.

You fall back onto the bed, allowing your boyfriend to snuggle against your shoulder as he murmurs about not wanting to go into work. You brush through his messy locks, wondering if today he’d take the time to even attempt to style it; your fingers drag along to rub a soothing stroke over his ear, planting your palm on the back of his neck to brush a thumb against his skin.

The sight of dark circles under his eyes makes your heart clench, “Did you get some sleep last night?”

Atsumu hums, breath slowing as he finally feels like he could get some rest, “Just a bit.” His lets out a silent snore, small drool pooling at the corner of his lips.

“Atsumu?” You feel remorseful, shaking him slightly to wake him, “Tsumu?”

His eyes open, staring blank and empty. It was something he did that began to occur frequently. Like he was about to burst.

“I don’t want to go.” He whispers, on the verge of his mind jumping off a cliff; torn between obligations to the external world and internal satisfaction, “I really don’t want to go today.”

And you, trying to aide your lover through the battles in his mind.

“I know.” Your palm now rests upon his cheek, wishing you knew how many kisses it could take to remove the pesty demon in his mind, “You’re just, going through the motions right now.” You snuggle into him, noses brushing against each other as you press lightly upon on his lips, “It’s okay, there’s nothing wrong with how you’re feeling.”

“I should start getting ready.” He sighs deeply but he kisses you softly, more composed than he usually would.

It’s almost six the morning, Atsumu continues to snooze the alarm; he keeps it as a reminder of the time. He rushes through a shower, forgetting to brush his teeth or even look at his damp hair. Atsumu enters the bedroom again.

Something you’ve also been doing lately; setting everything up for his departure from the shared apartment. His duffle bag sits neatly on the corner of the bed, a jacket folded to help combat the colder weather approaching, and you sitting neatly on the edge. Still adorned in the nightwear, a mug in your hand, and your cell in the other.

Even standing in front of you, he wants to curl up in bed once more. The mug in your fingers held out to him, “It’s peppermint today.” You look up to him as he sips on the drink, its rather sweet he perceives. Your smile adds sugar to the liquid going down his throat, “I read that it helps with fatigue and concentration, so I thought I’d give it a try today.”

He drinks silently, despite the fun fact of it promoting itself as helpful with fatigue, Atsumu is still tired. Almost immediately he finishes the drink, placing it on a nearby dresser; somewhere he’d forget that he placed it.

Your fingers tap away at the cell phone, Atsumu holds back the urge to rip it from your hands and somehow convince you to let him stay home. He knows it would be easy but he could never skip out on work.

“Who are you texting?” Atsumu stands in front of you, pressing his forehead to the top of your head, looking down to peer at the name displayed upside down for him.

You giggle with his antics, “Samu.” Atsumu feels a turn in his stomach, his brother had texted him last night to confirm of today’s event, Atsumu had disregarded the messaged to opt for replying later. You lock the cell phone, pushing his head back so you could peer up into his eyes, “I told him something came up and we’d try for dinner next week.”

Atsumu is relieved, heart light enough that he leans into you to make you fall back against the bed. Heavily pressed against your body, he lives out the dream that he has five more minutes before he has to leave; attempting to drown himself in your warmth, soaking up your laughter as much as possible like it was his lifeline for the day.

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