#ireallylikeyou

[kitasuno]

with you, i'm first | miya osamu x reader

in which miya osamu is used to coming second to his brother. but with you, he's always first.

wc: 1113 | gn!reader | fluff

Miya Osamu is used to coming second. 

It starts with Atsumu, like most things do. October is cold and gray and Atsumu comes first, a small body with a large presence that fills the warm hospital room. His cries are loud and he’s a little underweight, but with him comes the sun. 

Atsumu is born under a partly cloudy sky but the nurses swear he was shrouded in sunlight. 

Osamu comes twelve minutes later. His parents are crying and his Ma is close to passing out. If he thinks really hard he can almost feel her warmth, Atsumu’s sobs, and a mumble of prayers that October has safely brought Atsumu and then Osamu.

He asks Grandma one day what the weather was like when he was born. She says, with confidence, it was foggy.

Atsumu doesn’t get along with his classmates. He is too loud and too rash and lacks social cues, and Osamu is angry because Stupid ‘Tsumu cares too little: and he wants everyone to know Atsumu like he knows Atsumu.

They fight and they yell and they argue until Atsumu says, 

‘Samu, I don’t care about ‘em. Why do ya care so much? 

And Osamu throws him across the room. The argument ends there, he says sorry, and Osamu lies awake that night thinking about his brother. Atsumu is hotheaded. And an idiot. A loud snorer, too. But he turns on his side and curls into a ball because he knows it was sunny when Atsumu was born and all of a sudden he really wants to be his brother. 

Atsumu dyes his hair first: it’s a shitty box dye from the pharmacy down the street, and it looks terrible. It’s a little yellow and a little neon, and Osamu laughs until his sides hurt when Atsumu shows him. 

But Atsumu is proud, and he is confident, and he goes to school with a hundred watt smile and a group of girls trailing after him. 

Osamu goes to the pharmacy that night and buys a box of gray, cloudy dye. Atsumu helps him bleach his hair under their bathroom sink with the faulty tap and tells him he looks like the moon.

His Ma says that Atsu is hot and Samu is cold after the two have a particularly bad fight. Atsumu is gleeful and smug as he gloats that he was born to be hotter and warmer and better, and Osamu punches him. 

He remembers his Ma sitting on the porch, an arm around his shoulders as he pouts. 

“‘S not fair,” Osamu had said, his chin in his palm. “Why’d ya name Tsumu that?” 

His Ma had laughed, quietly, leaning her weight into his side. And she had held his cheeks between her palms and told him with a fire in her eyes that Osamu means To Rule. 

He meets you for the first time in February. 

You were standing in front of him, a little sheepish, with a box of chocolates in your extended palms. He remembers feeling something heavy in his chest. Because, yeah, Atsumu was definitely going to accept your confession. 

You had said, IReallyLikeYou, and Here’sSomeChocolates, and Please Accept Them. 

You were shorter than him, and your hair was done nicely, and you were blushing and nervous. And you were really fucking cute. But Osamu is used to coming second, so the only thing that comes out of his mouth is, Why? And then, Tsumu’s in tha next classroom ov’r. 

He doesn’t remember what happened next, only Atsumu’s laugh and the slap echoing through the halls. You leave with his cheeks stinging and hot. And Atsumu had teased him the next day, behind his mountain of chocolates and confessions, because Osamu’s face was still red twelve hours later. 

He sees you a lot the year after. 

You’re in the same class as him and ‘Tsumu, and you smile every time you see him. You sit two rows in front of him and you’re not very good at tying your uniform. Every lunch, Osamu watches you pull out the same gray bento with a wrapped onigiri on the side. He tells you one day that he really likes onigiri. And then, Osamu watches as every lunch, you pull out the same gray bento with two wrapped onigiris on the side. 

With you, it’s always Hi Osamu, first, and then, Hullo Atsumu. With you, it’s an onigiri dropped on his desk when the lunch bell rings. With you, Osamu thinks back to a conversation with his Ma on a porch. 

Osamu means To Rule.

The menu is this: Tuna mayo on Mondays and Thursdays, Ume on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Friday is plain. You don’t ever bring onigiri for his brother. 

He asks you, on a hot night in June, what your favorite type of weather is. You had your knees tucked to your chest, a sparkler in hand, and then told him cloudy. Cold. Foggy. Winter. Snow is nice, too. You say it all with no hesitation. 

Osamu kisses you for the first time that night. 

It’s New Years and you’re cooking Ozoni on the stove. The curtains are open, it’s snowing outside, and Osamu wakes to the smell of miso and the sound of carrots on a chopping board. He gets out of bed, padding to the kitchen with half-lidded eyes and a stifled yawn, and then he thinks his heart stops when he sees you. 

Because what Miya Osamu is not used to is this: coming first and having something unequivocally his. 

But you’re bent over the counter, fiddling with the oven as you read the instructions on the back of the packaged Yakimochi you bought the other day. And you’re wearing his shirt, it falls right below your thighs, your hair is still messy from using his chest as a pillow, and you look beautiful. 

“Mornin’ ‘Samu, come help me with this.” You say, looking back at him with a smile, pointing to the fresh pot of rice on the counter. “You’re in charge of onigiri.”

He hugs you instead, his arms around your stomach with your back to him. 

“But I like yer onigiri,” He says, his chin on your head. His eyes are watering and it must be from the steam of your boiling dashi. 

“‘Samu,” You complain, giggling as he presses kisses into the crown of your head. “I made enough for ya in high school.” 

It’s cold outside and snowing, and Osamu knows he’s going to make the onigiri. 

He also knows that if his name means To Rule, he’s okay with coming second if it means you’re by his side.

[highvern]

Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes) II [morning after]

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x reader

Genre: fluff, idiots in love

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, friends to lovers, confessions, hand holding and smooches

Length: ~1k

Note: Sequel to Drunk Goggles ! its short but i will probably keep updating/editing it because im a perfectionist and never happy with any of my writing. I have two more drafts for them that I'm editing right now and then I'll probably focus on something new! In other news, Mingyu makes me wanna slut him out put a ring on his finger so bad

When morning comes, you wake to the soft light of dawn gently illuminating your bedroom and a nasty headache. You brave opening your eyes to search for Mingyu, easily locating his large form as he lays on his back on the other side of the bed. Flailing across the short distance between you, you burrow down into his chest and throw a leg over his hips to steal some of his heat against the morning chill. Finger tips trace gentle circles against the smooth skin of his tummy, letting you enjoying the rise and fall of his chest.

Like you were thrown in an ice bath, everything from last night comes racing forward. You remember it all. How you both stayed within a foot radius of one another all night, clinging to each other in the sweltering heat of the club. All the brushes of lips against skin, becoming more and more daring as the night dragged on. Worst of all, right before you passed out, how you whispered all your feelings into his shoulder and sealed them with a kiss.

Today. You think. You need to talk to Mingyu today.

But as he continues to snore quietly above you, you're lulled back to sleep and away from the ocean of nerves that threatens to drown you.

-

The second time you wake is to a hand gently carding through your hair, carefully working away the tangles from tossing and turning through the night. Another hand is tracing the ridges and valleys of your knuckles on your hand laid across his sternum. With a deep inhale, you stretch against Mingyu to let him know you're awake, yawning as you blink against the sun.

"Sorry," He croaks. "didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine," you assure, voice still thick with sleep.

“We should talk.” He sighs 

“Okay.” You whisper.

“I–,” Mingyu starts, the pep talk he gave himself for the past thirty minutes dissolving on his tongue. He swallows in an attempt to get his nerve back but you beat him to the punch.

“Ireallylikeyou.”

The silence is deafening. 

You both knew. Painfully aware of your own feelings as well as each other's. The issue time and time again wasn’t the lack of knowledge of how the other felt but the dread that if you said something and it didn’t work out you’d lose each other forever. But after last night neither of you care to keep up the charade. Mingyu wants to call you his girlfriend, take you to dinner with his family, hold your hand in public and parade you around for everyone to see how lucky he is. And you're in the same exact boat. You want to tell anyone who will listen about how amazing he is, not just as Mingyu your friend but as Mingyu your boyfriend; let him be the first person you see in the morning and last at night; let all the fantasies that play in a loop in your head become a reality.

“I like you too.” He finally breathes, weight lifted off his shoulders. 

It's fascinating how such life altering confessions don't change anything as much as you think it will. For months, you thought that the day you both confessed would make the world start spinning in reverse or the sun would fall out of the sky. But the room is as calm as it was before you shared your thoughts. Sheets ruffling gently to the swirl of the overhead fan droning above you. Outside, cars bustle on the street while the family of birds living in the tree next to your window sing their morning hymn. If you strain your ears then you can hear your downstairs neighbors returning from their morning walk with their yappy dog. Today is like every other Saturday morning but nothing like them at the same time.

“Yeah?” You smile, unable to look at him just yet. Instead you turn your face into his pec, trying to contain the giddiness bubbling under your skin like sea foam.

“Yeah.” Mingyu responds, sighing in relief. He wraps his arms around you snuggly, holding you close while his heart drums wildly in his chest.

When Mingyu decides to rest his lips against your hair, you giggle like a schoolgirl. It can’t be helped. You just confessed to Mingyu like you were two sixteen year olds and it makes you giddy. He likes you. 

“What’s so funny?”

“You like me.” You sing, smile blinding.

Your head is turning towards Mingyu’s, catching the way his eyes crinkle and mouth twists in delight. He’s laughing as well, flustered by the morning’s developments.

“You like me too!” Mingyu accuses.

“I know.” Your face softens as you lose your breath. "Isn't it great?"

“So," he starts, suddenly bashful under your gaze. "Does this mean I can count breakfast today as our first date?”

God, he’s so cute it hurts.

“You absolutely can.” 

The smiles threatening to split both of your faces in half make kissing difficult but you figure it out pretty quickly.

-

When you arrive at the entrance of the farmers market hours later, Ms. Kwon observes you and Mingyu as you stroll to her booth. She notes the way your hands are tangled together, faces bright red, sneaking shy glances at each other. Interesting, she thinks.

Testing the waters, she asks if your boyfriend is going to buy the usual bouquet of wildflowers he gets you every Saturday. You don’t rebuke her use of the word "boyfriend" this time, instead sharing a small yes. When Mingyu responds with an even more ridiculously happy expression than the one he strode in with, she hides a knowing smile. Mr. Lee, who sells fresh pastries further down the market, owes her dinner.

[dreamsholdpowers]

The Aftermath

(I don't own the image) ~Akaashi x Fem! Reader. Warnings: Angst, my writing (that's a warning in itself), Hurt no comfort Word count: 734 This is like a second part to "Maybe meant to meet but not to be" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You couldn't believe it, any of it. None of it seemed real to you. -Here you were a few hours ago, planning a picnic date for your 2 year anniversary and now you're left cradling your heart, or what's left of it. -The man you imagined your future with, suddenly left like the last 1.7 years didn't matter to him at all. -And here you are, sitting in the middle of the living room, trying to figure out what to do cause it just doesn't make sense? -How? Just How could he leave after spending 1.7 years beside you. After all the promises to spend the whole life together? -You pick up your phone lying a bit far from you to call him and ask if all this was a cruel joke. "Pick up, Pick up please Keiji" You pleaded, gripping your phone and felt to yell as all calls go to voicemail. there's just one text that he wrote: Pretty boy <3 : "Please don't contact, I'll get my things next week from your apartment. It's better for the both of us". - You didn't know of the hours that passed as you sat there on the cold floor crying, not that you cared either way. Everything hurt and you didn't know what to do with all this pain. - Your story started during the first year of Fukurodani Academy where you and him shared some classes and got paired up for a group project and that blossomed into a beautiful friendship. It was 9 months into the friendship when you started noticing how him doing small stuff for you would make you happy. - How seeing him would make your heart skip a beat. It was during the second year when you gathered enough courage to confess to him. After a volleyball practice when he walked you home from school: Another tradition you made as friends. You just blurted "Ireallylikeyou" to which you earned his rare smile. "I like you too" You could declare that as the happiest day of your life. -This is why you can't grasp where did it go wrong? - You could just pick up your phone to call your closest childhood friend who was a mutual to Keiji as well: "K-Kuroo he broke up with me" "No way- That bastard. I'll be over in 10 chocolate or vanilla?"

"Chocolate w-would be nice" "You got it ma'am" -Within ten minutes you heard shuffling at the door. "I'm here bro, what the fuck happened and why? Give me one good reason to not drag him here" Kuroo looked slightly out of breath and was holding a tub of chocolate ice cream. -His eyes softened as they landed on you and came over kneeled beside you, pulled you into a hug and let you cry as you re counted everything that went down. - Kuroo stayed a few days, to make sure that you were taking proper care of yourself. ______________________________________________________________[Time skip A week] -Days have been tough to say the least, everything around you reminds you of him. The locket he gave you on your birthday, The plushies he won at a fair, His hoodie that you neatly packed and kept for him to come and collect, his side of the bed. His fav books. - You cried, and no one blames you, no one saw this coming. But they were reluctant to pick sides. -Akaashi in the meanwhile, pretended that you did not exist, ignoring your existence and the only acknowledgement that you'd get is a curt nod. -It pained you, hell devastated you seeing him so nonchalant. - You wondered how could he be so calm? Does it not pain him like it pains you? Does agony not wrap her ugly claws around his heart? Does grief not poison him from the inside? Do your shared memories not pain him? Does he not look at the rain and remember you? Does the promise ring on this finger haunt him as much as it does to you? -Despite all of that, you still believe that it's better to have loved than not loved at all. -He comes to pick up his stuff that's neatly packed in boxes and brings your stuff that you know would bring you nothing but pain. -You slowly try to get back at life, get into clubs, anything that could distract you from what you felt. And that's where you met him: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Idk what this is. More like a filler. Thank you everyone that took time to read it. Hope life is kinder to you. <3333

[arminsumi]

could you do armin with prompt 3 from your wholesome list ❤️ (i love your work btw😙)

Sure thing, dearie! (¯▿¯) And thank you so much, I deeply appreciate it!

Shoot your shot!

"Shy!char confessing to shy!Y/n"

Armin is a shy mess when he finally walks up to you to confess, but he didn't expect you to be, too!

Cws; the fluffiest fluff you will ever read

Notes; gn!Y/n, college au

Rec ♫ : Crushcrushcrush

"Shoot your shot, man!"

"Come on Armin, just go for it. Y/n's right there!"

"You won't regret it! — er — well, you probably will..."

"Shut up, Connie. Armin, go get 'em!"

"Don't overthink it! Go on!"

Mika shoved Armin so that he would move. He audibly gulped. There you were; sitting cool and composed under the arches of the campus' great hall.

All of his friend's encouragement and support echoed in Armin's mind as he timidly walked over to you.

Well, timid isn't exactly right; he had an awkward, staggering gait, like he was approaching a deer in the wild and trying not to scare it.

It felt like the longest walk of his life, even though you really were right there; you sat by the tall archways, taking notes before class.

Every day you pass each other down this corridor on the way to class. It's always an exchange of timid smiles, subtle nods. The only time you two really get to talk together is when you have study sessions in the library. That's when you find yourself dissolving into giggles over Armin's awful puns.

But when he's walking up to you, his mind fills with doubts, his heart races, his palms get clammy, does his breath smell okay? Does he look okay? Are his eyebags apparent?

"Hey, um... Y/n?" He greets you apprehensively.

His shoulders are tensed together; his body speaks volumes about his shyness, but on his face there is a cutely lopsided smile.

"Hey..." You smile up at him. Oh his mind is in disarray now, what was it that he came here to say to you again?

"How — how are you?" He asks. He's trying so hard to be smooth and natural that it's almost obvious what he's here to say.

"I'm a bit sleepy... but alright! Are you okay?" You ask caringly.

"I'm good!" He squeaks, "Uh, I just, came over here because — " He glances back to his friends.

You don't notice them giving Armin thumbs ups.

He continues, looking back at you, " — Because I wanted to ask you — " He chokes up, " — out on a — daaaaaaaaaaa-y out, a day out? Um..."

"Huh?" You blink at him, feeling warmth spread throughout your chest, "S-sorry, what was that?"

"Um..." He looks down, "Um, I — " He stammers terribly. His voice is so quiet that you strain your ears to listen.

You give him curious eyes. You've never seen him so uncomposed before. He's falling apart at the seams.

Before you open your mouth to ask if he's okay, he blurts out;

"Look,Ijust...Ireallylikeyou, doyouwannagooutsometime? Likeonadate?"

It took you a second to decipher what in the world he just said.

"A... d-date?" You blink. It's your turn to stammer, "Like... like a... date date?"

"Yeah?" Armin looks away and rubs the back of his neck.

"I — um, yes! I'd love that..." You agree, and you mumble the next part so quietly that Armin barely hears it, "I — I've liked you for a while..."

The two of you go silent, but your faces are aglow with two timid smiles.

Levi's class bell disrupted your moment, but you gave each other cute glances while heading into the lecture theatre.

Eren and Connie came to excitedly pummel Armin for finally confessing, and Mika took her seat next to you and asked, with a knowing smirk, what had gotten you so flustered.

Armin sat a few rows above you in the lecture theatre, so for the whole class he could look at you. He saw Mika whisper something, heard his name pass, and heard your shy giggle. Oh his heart was thumping, really thumping.

All that ran through his mind was how you said "I've liked you for a while...". It made his chest bubble with affection, and oh boy he couldn't focus anything except that.

[fanficwriter284]

"...ok....lets try this again....I'm Lily and what are you gonna say?"

"......uhh...well...uh...H--Hi Lily....and uhhh I just wanted to say uhh....well....Ireallylikeyou!andhavehadacrushonyousincethethirdgradeandwaswonderingyou'dliketogooutstargazingwithmeandyou'rereallypretty"

"......wow......I understood none of that....ya need to slow down bro...acting if those were you're last words and you we're on a time limit"

"Was it that bad?"

"...yes"

[koji2028]

Carly Rae Jepsen 🎤 Dedicated Tour Japan 2019 7th Oct 2019 カナダ🇨🇦の歌姫 カーリー・レイ・ジェプセンのジャパンツアー初日ライブに行ってきた。 前回は2015年 4年ぶりのライブに最前列とあって始まる前からワクワクだった😁 ノリノリのポップナンバーをノンストップで歌いきって、ファンをずーと虜にしたライブだった。 楽曲の良さ、歌の上手さと最高でした😁💕 #carlyraejepsen #dedicatedtourjapan2019 #nhkホール #emotion #runawaywithme #callmemaybe #gimmelove #ireallylikeyou #everythingheneeds #partyforone #reallove #letsgetlost #cuttothefeeling (NHKホール) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3ZNGYHFAFu/?igshid=181kz3x934qq4

[a-mo-l]

和訳してみた Carly Rae Jepsen - I Really Like You

ブログ更新しました！ 『和訳してみた Carly Rae Jepsen - I Really Like You』 #作業BGM #和訳 #CarlyRaeJepsen #IReallyLikeYou

どーも、僕です(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ 今回は、PVにトム・ハンクスと、ジャスティン・ビーバーが出ているというのでちょい有名になったカーリー・レイ・ジェプセンのアイ・リアリー・ライク・ユーの和訳です。 こんなニュアンスかな？という意訳も多いですが、ぬるりと生温かい目で見守ってください<m(__)m>

[whycantihaveyoumylove]

Its 1am and I'm missing you

[tazatta18]

@_itsme_blzy_ #anime #ireallylikeyou #cute #couple https://www.instagram.com/p/CRI9sYhBjXv/?utm_medium=tumblr

[szilvirj]

When you really really really LIKE someone & can't stop thinking about them and want to be with them all the time... 💗 #ireallylikeyou #carlyraejepsen #lyrics #quotes #moods #lyricsquotesmoods @carlyraejepsen @youtube https://youtu.be/77PzXCKDyVQ https://pics.prcm.jp/96b203c4d4979/57867969/png/57867969_218x291.png https://www.instagram.com/p/B-GPq1FJrzy/?igshid=1byqgu45djzkk

[just-overthought-thoughts]

#yourecute #ireallylikeyou #iloveyourhugs #youreperfect @just_overthought_thoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/B9gyaCwlIkg/?igshid=otertw4gxz21

[tails001]

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[paraphraze615]

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[therealagbeast]

..seriously.. I really like coffee.. #Monday #CoffeeTime #IReallyLikeYou #MyArmsHurt #CanIPutThisDown #GoodLAWD #TheSpaceBetweenThePanel #IsFullyStockedWithMarkersAndConstructionPaper #GoodForMakingSigns #and #CraftyThings? #Meanwhile #DecafIsTheDEVIL https://www.instagram.com/p/B1ERfLbAPXd/?igshid=zrn0vqej49qa

[chloezara11]

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[joeretro]

✨Carly Rae Jepsen you are the Cutest Little Pop ⭐️ in the World!!! So fun meeting you today!!! This is why we are playing your music at our wedding later this year!!! 🎤🌈👨🏾‍🦲👩🏼💕 #Jepsie #CarlyRaeJepsen #Kiss #Emotion #Dedicated #CallMeMaybe #RunawayWithMe #TooMuch #WhenINeededYou #IReallyLikeYou #JoeRetroAdventures #ThanksMomForStandingInLineAt10amWhileIWasAtWork #yesistillbuycds #ILoveCRJ #PopStarFriday (at Amoeba Music) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxlnUdxlbAN/?igshid=xvn4f22t3h88