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↬ pairing. sakusa kiyoomi/gn! reader 

↬ summary. the rawest part of you fits me like a missing puzzle piece, or i think sakusa always deserves some tlc 

↬ genres. fluff

↬ wc.

↬ a/n. this piece features both characters showering together, so there is implied nudity. however, it is still entirely sfw, but i will use a read more ! also deals with anxiety

“let me hold you,” he pleads, watching you sort out the laundry in the closet. 

blinking, you agree- but after your shower. you inform him as such.

“we can shower together,” sakusa suggests, “i just want to hold you.”

in his insistence you hear the words he can’t express, the exhaustion and fear and the desperation to hold you, his favourite person, while doing one of his favourite activities, showering. 

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“Up till now, I’ve been "an ace that is coddled by the rest of the team”, but in a few days we’re all going to say goodbye to each other and go our separate ways, so it’s about time I became just, “an ace”.

Bokuto Koutarou → requested by @osamusmiya

you guys DON’T understand !!!! big nose sakusa is my favorite agenda i WILL die with that claim

kiyoomi has a big, hooked nose that sticks out far from his side profile. he broke it a few times playing volleyball, and it sits crookedly on his “otherwise perfect” face. he’s never liked it, often wishing he could put it back to how it once was, but with the way you kiss the bridge of it and remind him of how handsome you think he is just as he is, he thinks he can bear the imperfection.

new post coming today ! it’ll be out inna few <3

I don’t know what writer needs to hear this

but you can write something very plain. 

You don’t have to write some genre-redefining masterpiece. You can write a story about two people very simply falling in love. You can just write a story about a person going to the store. You could, if you were so inclined, just re-write Star Wars but like, make all the names start with M.

Don’t let the fear of not-writing something transcendent stop you from just writing.

[ 𝟏:𝟒𝟕 𝐚.𝐦. ] - 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 never one to initiate displays of affection in your relationship. In fact, he usually left it to you to hold his hand or give him a hug. You’d both developed a system where you’d tap against the other’s shoulder three times if you wanted a hug, hand-hold, or anything of the sort.

Which is why it comes as a surprise when Kiyoomi feels a head rest against his chest, the warmth that follows your skin starting to spread against his own. At first, he doesn’t know what to do. His first instinct is to push away, simply crawl back into the right side of the bed, his own personal space.

But when you snuggle your head closer against him, arms unconsciously going to wrap around him, he finds himself starstruck. What kind of boyfriend would he be not to let you cuddle him? He couldn’t blame you for your actions, you were asleep, after all. Though, he did slightly regret not getting you that body pillow for Christmas.

You let out soft murmurs against him as your legs started to tangle with his own. Sakusa stiffened, doing his best not to wake you and just let you do your thing. He looked down at you for a bit, tracing your sleepy figure with his eyes. The soft sounds that left your lips were comforting to him, and your bedhead hair was adorable to him. Your eyelashes fluttered against your eyelids, and Sakusa couldn’t help but think of what an angel you looked like in your sleep.

Without even realizing, his left arm had gone around your waist and pulled you closer, his chin resting against the top of yours as he reveled in the warmth of your body. His legs were no longer stiff as boards, instead finding their place against your own as he started to drift off.

You stir, eyes opening groggily before widening as you realize you’re this close to Sakusa. Your heart starts to pound, fearing the worst as you start to babble. You know Sakusa isn’t one to enjoy sudden touches, but exactly how long had you made him uncomfortable with the unconscious cuddling?

“Omi, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Shh,” he whispers, the gravel in his voice telling you he was close to sleeping, “just come here, sweetheart.”

If not for the lack of light in the room, you surely would’ve been teased for looking so flustered in front of him. “O-Okay, babe,” you oblige, placing your hand on his chest as you lean into him. You wouldn’t complain about his change of heart tonight, rather, you’d enjoy it to the fullest.

Sakusa rests his head atop yours again, taking in your scent silently. You smile softly as you relax against him, enjoying the feeling of his arms being around you so carelessly. He was always one to shy away from loving touches, but you knew he was always a big teddy bear deep down. His hand traced slow circles against your skin, each touch lighting your skin on fire as you took deep breaths against him.

“Night, Omi,” you drawled, feeling yourself being pulled into your dreams, “I love you.” 

Sakusa could’ve sworn his heart burst hearing your soft, sleepy voice telling him you loved him. If it weren’t for you already falling asleep, he would’ve asked you to say it over and over until he memorized how pretty you sounded while saying it. But he resorted to pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, wrapping both his arms around you as he leaned back and repeated your words over and over.

He didn’t mind you leaning on his chest. The thump of your heartbeat against his only reminded him of how much he truly loved you, and how much he felt for you despite not being a physical-touch person. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes after taking one last look at your already-sleeping face.

“Goodnight, my love. I love you too,” He says, pulling you as close to him as he could before letting the night take over.

a/n: thank you to @sugawara-sweetheart​ for getting me into a cuddling sakusa mood🥺 desperately needed a soft omi omi today, hope you like this lil timestamp babe!

taglist: @lexysclubhouse @bubblesugawara @iwaizoom @hurtbycanonthoughts @starrsuki @dearkags​ @kozumesupremacy

writers:

break up your paragraphs. big paragraphs are scary, your readers will get scared

fuuuuck epithets. “the other man got up” “the taller woman sat down” “the blonde walked away” nahhh. call them by their names or rework the sentence. you can do so much better than this (exception: if the reader doesn’t know the character(s) you’re referring to yet, it’s a-okay to refer to them by an identifying trait)

blunette is not a thing

new speaker, new paragraph. please.

“said” is such a great word. use it. make sweet love to it. but don’t kill it

use “said” more than you use synonyms for it. that way the use of synonyms gets more exciting. getting a sudden description of how a character is saying something (screaming, mumbling, sighing) is more interesting that way.

if your summary says “I suck at summaries” or “story better than summary” you’re turning off the reader, my dude. your summary is supposed to be your hook. you gotta own it, just like you’re gonna own the story they’re about to read

follow long sentences w short ones and short ones w long ones. same goes for paragraphs

your writing is always better than you think it is. you just think it’s bad because the story’s always gonna be predicable to the one who’s writing it

i love u guys keep on trucking

the flower garden

pairing: sakusa x reader 

warnings: none

genre: fluff 

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kiyoomi gives red roses on the first date. he’s standing in-front of your door, bouquet in his hand. he cannot help but ask himself: is this too much? he looks down at the roses, they’re loud and bright against his pale hand - red like the sunset, red like apples and raspberries. what if you think he’s moving too fast? roses on the first date? perhaps he should not have listened to his sister. his thoughts come to a halt, when the door opens and you are standing there, smiling - looking at the flowers. kiyoomi, are those for me? you ask. he nods his head, and your eyes twinkle. they’re beautiful, thank you! he passes them to you, ears tinted red. 

(he had nothing to worry about.)

-x-

kiyoomi gives orange tulips when returning from an away game. he enters the apartment, careful not to crush the flowers - orange like the leaves in autumn, orange like fire cackling - as he takes his shoe off at the entrance. he takes his face-mask off, entering the living room, and the sunset blankets the room in golden orange. kiyoomi, is that you? you call out. he hears the bedroom door slide open, and your footsteps against the floor. you smile wide, walking towards him and say, welcome home. the orange flowers fall into your embrace, as you hold them with all the love and care. it’s good to be back, he says, pressing his lips on yours. 

(home is not just a place, it is also a person.)

-x-

kiyoomi gives white lilies after an argument. he is currently at the public park, and can see you sitting on the white wooden bench, alone. it has been a few hours since he last spoke to you. you left the apartment - eyes angry, lips scowling. he knew he would find you here, and truthfully, he does not want to sleep on an argument - he loves you too much. your facing forward, he places his hand on your shoulder, and you jump at the sudden contact. i’m sorry, he says, gently. he places down the white lilies next to you - white like the glimmering snow, white like the moon wolves howl at. you do not reply, nor do you turn to look at him. but you do pick the flowers up - plastic wrap crinkling -  holding them close to your chest.

(relationships are not always perfect. and that is okay, because from here, you will both learn and grow.)

-x-

you give purple orchids on his birthday. kiyoomi is not one for celebrations, he does not like crowded spaces - preferring to stay within the comfort of these four walls. celebrations are small and intimate, and you do not mind, as spending time with him - if it is with a group of people, or just the two of you alone - is what matters the most. you gift him the purple flowers - purple like the wings of a butterfly, purple like the sky at dusk. happy birthday, kiyoomi, you say. he smiles, softly. thank you. the cylinder vase is small in his hands, as he smells the orchids. you know, the purple really brings out the colour of your eyes. he looks at you, amused. really? you grin. yeah.

(he is a year older and wiser. but no matter what happens, he will always be your kiyoomi.)