how they say i love you

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༶•┈┈ inarizaki x gn!reader

a/n:why do i only ever have inspiration to write during exam season anw i wrote this on mobile because while doing a math paper i suddenly thought of these hope you guys enjoy this!!

atsumu says i love you like he’s barefoot on asphalt in the summer, tan skin burnt under the unyielding sun. the words leave his throat with the same pain of sunburnt skin, but it’s okay because when you say i love you too, your words are a balm, a healing salve that soothes.

osamu says i love you like it’s a gold star, the kind you used to get in elementary school when you’ve done something special — except he says it every evening, when he’s walked you to your doorstep. moonlight slips from the cave of his mouth and you lean closer, closer still to taste the night on his tongue, to swallow that little gold star he always has for you.

suna says i love you like the snap of a bear trap. when he smiles into your skin it’s a predator’s grin, the circle of his arms the noose you will always choose. you say i love you too, and it’s the knowing mouse stepping onto the trap for the promise of cheese.

kita says i love you like water dripping steadily onto the same spot of a rock for decades, centuries, millennia. he says it every morning, a pot of coffee freshly brewed just for you before he heads to the fields, a note bearing three words. it’s okay if you don’t say it back every time, kita tells you, the water doesn’t need to know that the rock is there, because it will fall anyway — it’s just gravity.

aran says i love you into the crook between your neck and your shoulder, like some whispered secret that he paints over your skin in a language only the two of you understand. the first time he said it, under the city lights and beneath the dim stars, he also says, it’s okay if you don’t say it back now — every bud takes time to blossom, every fruit needs time to ripen.

༶•┈┈ miya atsumu x gn!reader

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was hit by sudden inspiration while studying aggregate supply curves and also this kinda reads like prose poetry i’m sorry <//3 i do kinda like it though, so i hope you do too!!

miya atsumu—

—as your first love, oblivious, brutish but never brutal. you swing your clasped hands on the way home from elementary school, popsicles dripping down your childish wrists on your free hands, falling splat on the hot pavement like melted stalactite. and it takes a hundred years for a stalactite to grow a single centimetre but atsumu is special, has always been special, and soon he’s sixteen and taller than any sixteen year-old stalactite could ever hope to be—

and so now it’s still a story about atsumu; you only know how to tell stories about what you know, and you know atsumu, sixteen and the golden boy—

—as your best friend, ignorant but astute, a warm hand around your wrist as you follow him down the corridor, running from everyone who doesn’t understand. (osamu follows, albeit somewhat reluctantly.) when he smiles he’s the sun and it burns, it sets your skin alight and your nerves spark like exposed filament — you are incandescent, you are alive in the most painful way (the truest way). the sun rises and sets but always rises and you take and take and take because your science textbooks say the sun will only die four and a half billion years from now and you won’t be alive then, but you’re alive now—

and so now you are lit with a forever firework from the inside out, you harbour dynamite in your heart and use your ribs as matchsticks, and in the cavity between explosions your love for atsumu grows into something soft and malleable, something that fills every corner of your chest until you are nothing but love—

—love gentle and love brutish; love like water, flowing and pliant, love like a melted popsicle in summer, a dripping stalactite that grows 5 centimetres a second. cherry blossoms, a cliche. you should tell him, osamu tells you in the spring, and you don’t tell him that you’re so used to the sun being around that you can’t imagine pointing out that the sun’s out every morning. the sun rises every dawn and sets again in the twilight, and it doesn’t matter how long the day or the night lasts because the next day always, alwayscomes—

and atsumu always, always, walks you to school. osamu walks half a step ahead of the both of you and glances back every five seconds as if to say, the stalactite is still growing, it will pierce you through the heart soon, if you’re not careful—

—but you’re careful. you’re careful because you care too much about atsumu and osamu to be careless, and so you would rather be less than lovers and more like friends. the beautiful thing about stalactites is that they are beautiful in itself. and it’s beautiful, the way you and atsumu and osamu grow together and grow separately but grow together again, always, always, always—

and this promise of always is enough for you. it’s enough, until atsumu gets drunk in college and says your smile is like the crescent moon, brilliant in the dark, and suddenly it’s not enough—

—because the sun will die in four and a half billion years, but you’ll be long dead by then. and it’s intrinsic, it’s human nature that you’re selfish, that you want more of the sun, and you want it now—

—now, atsumu warms your bed and warms your hands and warms your hips and warms your lips and lights that forever stick of dynamite in your chest.

tsukishumai:

HQ boys + Obsessed with you

when they think about you… brain go brrrrr

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Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.

Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.

Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”

Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.

Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you

Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.

Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.

Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.

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rbs v appreciated! <3