#it's literally my alarm in the mornings
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thatsnoneofurdamnbiz · 3 months ago
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the ace rimmer theme my beloved <333
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mangostarjam · 15 days ago
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breakfast options — haikyuu, miya osamu x f!reader, neighbors au, set a little before the timeskip, just some soft fluffy fluff, 1.4k words
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Miya Osamu wakes up to the early dawn light knowing two things.
One: That was the best sleep he's had in months.
Two: This is not his bed.
The sheets are softer — the bed is narrower and pushed up against a wall — and it smells like fresh laundry detergent when Osamu knows for a fact that he hasn't lugged his laundry to the machines downstairs in weeks.
This is not his bed. This isn't even his room or his apartment. The biggest, most obvious clue nuzzles into his chest and sighs.
Osamu's arm tightens around you automatically.
He's so fucked.
Your bare legs are pressed up against his own and you're so soft and warm and relaxed, breathing deeply in sleep, utterly unconcerned about the fact that your neighbor somehow got into your apartment and into your bed with you. Osamu can feel the barest sliver of skin beneath his fingers as your shirt rises and wonders how much his ma will yell at him for messing up this badly with you.
"Mm… 'Samu…?"
He's so fucked.
"Yeah?"
"Why're you awake?"
Osamu can't help the fond huff that escapes his lips and you bury your face further into his chest. He wonders if you can feel the taiko drum beat of his heart in your dreams.
You sniff and your fingers curl into his shirt. "Now I'm awake," you complain quietly, voice muffled in his chest. "Did you need to go to work or something? You seemed so tired last night. Sleep a lil' longer."
"Hey… did I… did I get the wrong door? Last night?" His voice is scratchy, but you don't seem to mind. You shiver a little in his hold and he automatically tugs you closer.
"Hmm…?" It takes a moment as you think through the sleep fog of your mind. Osamu can hear the distant click of your refrigerator humming and the chirp of birds waking up outside.
"You used your spare key and scared the heck out of me," you mumble, shoulders shaking as you snicker at the memory. Osamu wishes he could see your face — well, maybe not. His own cheeks are burning with mortification. "You were like a zombie, Miya-kun."
Something in his stomach swoops with disappointment at the return of honorifics. But — you still haven't untangled yourself from him, and you seem perfectly content to lay here with his arms around you, so maybe — ?
"Sorry 'bout that," he murmurs. "I musta been more wiped than I thought."
"You need to take care of yourself," you scold lightly, finally peeking up at his face. Your eyes widen when they meet his, and for some strange reason you immediately reach up to cover your mouth. Osamu's stomach clenches with hurt. It's not like he was planning on kissing you right now — not after practically breaking into your apartment and commandeering your bed.
And especially not if you don't want him to. Not if you're hiding from him like this.
"Sorry," you mumble. Your gaze feels intentional. Osamu wonders vaguely if he has drool on his cheek. "I don't want you to smell my morning breath."
It's silent for a moment. The two of you breathe in unison as Osamu stares down at you, incredulous, until you break the connection and bury your face in his chest again. "Oy."
"I'm going back to sleep."
That makes him laugh. His body jostles yours and you twist around defensively, nearly dislodging his hold as he clamps his arm back around your waist. "Miya-kun," you mumble. He can hear the pout in your voice, even if he can't see it. "Let's go back to sleep."
"There's no way I'm fallin' back asleep like this," Osamu says.
"What's wrong?"
Nothing's wrong. This is everything he's wanted with you for the past few years, ever since he first saw you go wide eyed over the neighborly bento he held out to you, the delight in your huge grin only growing when you looked up and met his eye.
It's been days and months and years since then, time filled with fond teasing over textbooks, quiet secrets whispered over cups of coffee way too late at night, grocery shopping together and trying out gimmicky snacks that stained your lips blue. You're his neighbor, his friend, his staunch supporter.
His classmate, a few times, when your schedules aligned in university. His coworker, sometimes, when you volunteer yourself to help him with his stall at various events around the city.
But that's it. Or — that was it, until you started getting touchier and clingier and Osamu's hopes spiraled higher and higher.
"'Samu? Did you fall back asleep?"
Osamu presses his face into your hair. He can be weak just this once, right? It's still too early to confess — his business doesn't even have a storefront yet, he hasn't made a name for himself yet — and you deserve someone with all that and more.
"Nah," he says quietly, "I'm up."
"Don't get any ideas," you mumble sleepily. "I haven't had a man in my bed in years, so if I punch you later it's 'cause I forgot about last night."
This shouldn't make him so happy. He hides his smile in your hair. He's been so busy lately it's been hard trying to figure out if you've had anyone over, though your apartment has always only shown signs of one occupant. He didn't want to assume.
"Why didn't ya kick me out?"
"That'd be cruel and unusual," you scoff. Your fingers curl over his forearm before sliding to his hand. Osamu's breath catches for just a second as you begin playing with his fingers, seemingly oblivious to how the temperature beneath the blankets has ratcheted up several degrees.
"You can kick me out now, ya know," Osamu offers half heartedly. At least he can safely tell his ma that he tried.
You bring his hand up to your lips and his heart just about stops. Softly — so softly — you press a kiss to his palm and then his wrist, featherlight touches that have every nerve ending standing at attention. Osamu shifts his hips away guiltily, resisting the urge to press up into you, heart slamming back into rhythm at full force.
"You'd leave without having breakfast first?"
"You'd let me make ya breakfast?"
You bite the tip of his finger and he bites back a groan. "Do you always make your girls breakfast the morning after?"
Osamu frowns. He wants to see your face. "There's never been a girl or a morning after."
"Oh." You hum thoughtfully, pressing his fingertip to your lips, entirely unaware of the silent battle Osamu is waging against his own body behind you. "So I'll be the first?"
"You're the only one it's ever gonna be."
Stupid. Osamu can practically hear his twin yelling at him to just confess already.
He can feel the curve of your smile against his palm as you press another featherlight kiss there. "I'll keep waiting, then," you say quietly, voice muffled against his skin.
You shift and turn back to face him, putting a few precious inches between your bodies as you blink up at him in the slowly brightening light. Osamu can't help staring, memorizing the gentle curve of your smile and the softness in your sleepy gaze. His heart feels like it's threatening to burst out of his chest, joy expanding like bubbles in his ribcage.
"What d'ya want for breakfast?"
Your smile grows crooked.
"I want an omelet this time."
Osamu can feel his own lips tugging up in the corners. "And next time?"
"Hmm. How about a breakfast onigiri?"
A laugh escapes his lips and his grin only grows wider with your answering giggle. "I can do that for ya."
"What about a kiss?"
Your eyes are sparkling in the light and he — he wants to say "yes" — but then your expression falls and you hold up a hand suddenly. "Wait, I take that back," you explain quickly, "I need to brush my teeth first."
Osamu laughs. He tugs you closer, an arm heavy around your waist, anchoring you back into him even as you whine. "You're gonna hafta get used to this," he points out smugly.
You slap your hands over your mouth and glare halfheartedly at him. "No way."
"It's alright, darlin'," he says. You blink as his gaze steadies on yours. Osamu wonders if you have any idea that you look at him like this — like he's special, and deserving, and like you trust him with everything. He's tried for months now to pretend he doesn't see it, scared to get his hopes up too high, but now?
Now he hopes you'll always look at him like this. "I won't make you wait much longer."
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releasing this from the hj discord dungeon because the public populace was in agreement also i'm chronically offline on tumblr and need to fix that for my chronically online ahh
#hand jumper#webtoon#sayeon lee#she couldn't even enjoy herself once she gets into the decent university because she got sent to the corps sayeon lee my giiirl#SHE'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO BASK IN THE GLORY OF VALEDICTORIAN BECAUSE SHE WAS CONSCRIPTED 😭#bro she's built like those kids in school who dump social interaction the moment exam season comes around#she's built like and earned that first honours fr.#but the corps said nah so she did the one thing those kids do make life even HARDER for themselves#even if in context it's no even hard it's just a matter of survival in the corps so success is the only option lest you die#hj reminds me of kaiji a lot with how they handle this but they're like two different genres but i digress#so she created TWO short term goals that forced her to hammer down her if not reinforce her previous values/beliefs#and if you read fp or wait until this tuesday lemme tell you rn it gets worse#which force her back into her shell and wall she's built#which is fucked up bc juni's wall is coming down when cell 4 didn't die as quick as she'd thought and surpassed her expectations#sayeon try not to be any characters narrative foil/parallel challenge fail 1000% speedrun#this only gets worse in fp and while this was in my drafts since the morning#i will say i literally just had a conversation abt this with my g bigbrainmanyvibes before prematurely leaving for lunch#but i set an alarm to actually post all the memes i made here so imma do this one now then the rest later#JOIN THE HJ DISCORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND WAY EASIER TO USE!!!!![to me......]#PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#that's it for my obligatory plug for the hj discord you can stop reading now i you haven't already stopped because i make this thing a diar#anw GLORY TO SAYJIN NATION!!!!!!!!!
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bbqhooligan · 4 months ago
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this song is fuckin addicted to charting
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dykehayleywilliams · 10 months ago
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you should go here every day
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certifyedwhore · 1 month ago
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when I'm asleep I'm so fucking dead to the world it's so hard to wake me up esp if I get really high before bed. which would make it just so easy for someone to use me without me even knowing. u could fuck me hard and the only way I'd know is when I woke up with your cum dripping out of me
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bereft-of-frogs · 22 days ago
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more 'things I'm kind of mad about working':
1 - not looking immediately at that damned phone the second I wake up makes me get out of bed and feel more awake and alert faster
2 - if I sit down and concentrate on writing, I write
revolutionary.
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doyeons · 2 months ago
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why do i feel stir-crazy rn i literally cant focus on anything like even relaxing things i can't do without it feeling wrong somehow i'm literally gonna start throwing things
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wildiefleur · 2 months ago
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why am i not asleep rn chat i am literally cooked
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what-even-is-sleep · 3 months ago
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Lucid Dreams:
I dreamt I was standing unsteadily on top of a bucket and underneath was a large and angry snake. A crowd of friendly people and children stood nearby, definitely in danger if the snake escaped. Two people were helping me balance. The one on the left with a sturdy arm for me to grip, the one on the right dizzy on their feet—just enough to make me have to work to balance still. The one on the left had only two long fingers per hand, and each hand was burned blue and black.
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natbplease · 4 months ago
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how it feels to be having a great day when you were expecting to be tired and grumpy
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streetsweepershenanigans · 4 months ago
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I chose this shift. I chose this shift. I chose those shift, I whisper as I listen to everyone else in my unit get off at a reasonable hour, and I still have three more to go.
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whoslaurapalmer · 4 months ago
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sometimes you do not pick the appointment time. the appointment time picks you. especially when you had to wait like three months for the appointment because it was the earliest available. this is why i have to see the endocrinologist at 8:40 IN THE STUPID FUCKING MORNING TOMORROW
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pumpkin-n-mc · 7 months ago
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:D
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perfectly-clear-from-here · 1 year ago
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got sad and put Don't Forget Who You Are on shuffle. im no longer sad nor happy but a secret third option-
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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 9 months ago
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I REFUSE TO SUFFER ALONE.
I'm going to find a way to get my revenge I don't care what it takes.
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