This Is So Beautiful I Can't Even- Just Read It.

This is so beautiful I can't even- just read it.

it’s unexpected. uncalled for, really.

the last thing he expected when he came to you—eyes dulled behind smudged glass, crease between his eyebrows barely prominent, lips pulled taut ever so slightly—was for you to deny him entry through your doorway. granted, it was somewhere near midnight when he texted you, a few minutes shy of thirty past when he knocked on your door, but you had assured him it was okay. the grueling hours it took to get himself there in front of you are swiftly chipped away with each second of silent staring—why were you staring?—and he finds humility, worn and weary, standing on his doorstep. there he waits, bitter wind nipping at his ears, impending frown colored yellow by a nearby lightbulb, thoughts tinged with looming regret, until you pull him back—or forward, actually. you pull him to you, squeezing as if it were of utmost importance, as if something terrible would happen if you waited just a second longer. and he lets you, of course; tsukishima was never one for unnecessary questions.

unnecessary.

that’s what it is.

this—this desperation, this warmth, this compassion—it’s unnecessary. for him. for someone so uncaring, detached, empty—

you sniffle.

he sucks in a breath, frozen.

yet through the ice of lost sensibility he feels:

a lump in his throat; the pounding of his heart echoing in his ears; the stinging cold burning his eyes.

he doesn’t want to think about it.

what he would do without this, without you.

why?

because it’s unnecessary.

he removes his hands from the safety of his pockets, clutching at the material of your sweater and nuzzling into the crook of your neck as if there were nowhere else he’d rather be. nowhere else he could be.

there is nowhere else.

slowly, he closes his eyes.

he breathes.

and everything falls.

in the dead of winter there is warmth

part one of this collection of drabbles

thank you @snoozless & @querenciaas for beta reading <3

(Don’t) Let me be the judge of that

a/n: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he’s simply wrong. You’re here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn’t like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

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we all know atsumu has great thighs

BUT WHAT ABOUT KITA HE DESERVES RECOGNITION FOR HIS THIGHS TOO

Why "doing something relaxing” does not help your anxiety

A lot of the time when people give advice intended to relieve anxiety, they suggest doing “relaxing” things like drawing, painting, knitting, taking a bubble bath, coloring in one of those zen coloring books, or watching glitter settle to the bottom of a jar.

This advice is always well-intentioned, and I’m not here to diss people who either give it or who benefit from it. But it has never, ever done shit for me, and this is because it goes about resolving anxiety in the completely wrong way.  

THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO when suffering from anxiety is to do a “relaxing” thing that just enables your mind to dwell and obsess more on the thing that’s bothering you. You need to ESCAPE from the dwelling and the obsession in order to experience relief.

You can drive to a quiet farm, drive to the beach, drive to a park, or anywhere else, but as someone who has tried it all many, many times, trust me–it’s a waste of gas. You will just end up still sad and stressed, only with sand on your butt. You can’t physically escape your sadness. Your sadness is inside of you. To escape, you need to give your brain something to play with for a while until you can approach the issue with a healthier frame of mind. 

People who have anxiety do not need more time to contemplate, because we will use it to contemplate how much we suck.

In fact, you could say that’s what anxiety is–hyper-contemplating. When we let our minds run free, they run straight into the thorn bushes. Our minds are already running, and they need to be controlled. They need to be given something to do, or they’ll destroy everything, just like an overactive husky dog ripping up all the furniture. 

Therefore, I present to you: 

THINGS YOU SHOULD NOT DO WHEN ANXIOUS

–Go on a walk

–Watch a sunset, watch fish in an aquarium, watch glitter, etc.

–Go anywhere where the main activity is sitting and watching

–Draw, color, do anything that occupies the hands and not the mind

–Do yoga, jog, go fishing, or anything that lets you mentally drift 

–Do literally ANYTHING that gives you great amounts of mental space to obsess and dwell on things.

THINGS YOU SHOULD DO WHEN ANXIOUS:

–Do a crossword puzzle, Sudoku, or any other mind teaser game. Crosswords are the best.

–Write something. It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece. Write the Top 10 Best Restaurants in My City. Rank celebrities according to Best Smile. Write some dumb Legolas fanfiction and rip it up when you’re done. It’s not for publication, it’s a relief exercise that only you will see. 

–Read something, watch TV, or watch a movie–as long as it’s engrossing. Don’t watch anything which you can run as background noise (like, off the top of my head, Say Yes to The Dress.) As weird as it seems, American Horror Story actually helps me a lot, because it sucks me in. 

–Masturbate. Yes, I’m serious. Your mind has to concentrate on the mini-movie it’s running. It can’t run Sexy Titillating Things and All The Things That are Bothering Me at the same time. (…I hope. If it can, then…ignore this one.) 

–Do math problems—literally, google “algebra problems worksheet” and solve them. If you haven’t done math since 7th grade this will really help you. I don’t mean with math, I mean with the anxiety. 

–Play a game or a sport with someone that requires great mental concentration. Working with 5 people to get a ball over a net is a challenge which will require your brain to turn off the Sadness Channel. 

–Play a video game, as long as it’s not something like candy crush or Tetris that’s mindless. 

THINGS YOU SHOULD DO DURING PANIC ATTACKS ESPECIALLY:

–List the capitals of all the U.S. states

–List the capitals of all the European countries

–List all the shapes you can see. Or all the colors. 

–List all the blonde celebrities you can think of.

–Pull up a random block of text and count all the As in it, or Es or whatever.  

Now obviously, I am not a doctor. I am just an anxious person who has tried almost everything to help myself.  I’ve finally realized that the stuff people recommend never works because this is a disorder that thrives on free time and free mental space. When I do the stuff I listed above, I can breathe again. And I hope it helps someone here too. 

(Now this shouldn’t have to be said but if the “do nots” work for you then by all means do them. They’ve just never worked for me.)

Let's talk about how Suna is either headcannoned as either someone who hates physical affection with every fiber in his body, or someone who is attached to his s/o by the hip and can't live without "kissies"

Now, here's my take on this.

I don't think he loves physical affection or pda, I think Suna likes his space and values it a lot. But, that doesn't mean I agree with him hating it either.

Yes, he doesn't accept physical affection from anyone and everyone and often tries to avoid it, but again, I think that's just him valuing his personal space and not feeling comfortable receiving affection that way, and/or being that close to people.

But that does not mean Suna feels the same way towards you, too. Being close to you doesn't make him feel awkward, it doesn't make him feel like his privacy is being (baltalanmak). Suna doesn't resent the feeling of you in his arms, against his chest, your breath tickling his neck, your fingers tracing shapes on his skin, the feeling of you under the pads of his fingers as he caresses your cheeks.

Did it take him a while to get to this stage of the relationship? Yes.

It's because trust isn't something simply given, one has to earn it, even when it's harder to earn from people like Suna. Skeptical, doubtful towards other people.

Because of this, Suna hadn't let anyone get close to himself before you. No one could get past his cold demeanor, break the shell. It's because physical affection is something out of his comfort zone, he doesn't want it.

Physical affection never sounded too appealing anyway, so he used a cold demeanor to keep people as far as possible.

Because people don't miss what they never had or felt, Suna never understood the crave people had towards this. That led him to never actively seeking for physical affection.

But with you? When he first met you, even when it made him feel strange, unsafe, he still craved your touch, wanted you close. It's by time you ease him to it.

So no, Suna neither hates nor loves physical affection, I think he's just head over heels for you.

screams- tumblr just deleted the ask after I wrote for it >:I

Also, chubby cheeked ppl out there? You’re~ loved.

I hope you see this baby!

Honorable mentions: chubby cheeked reader x Kuroo, wc: 500, one curse word, one sentence that might be suggestive

Kuroo has a problem.

He admits to it, too- he’s too smart not to be self-aware, but that doesn’t mean he can stop.

It’s just- he can’t just see your cheeks and not squish them.

You’re talking? Squish.

You’re smiling? Squish.

You’re sleeping? Soft squish.

You’re mad? squish.

“I swear to god, Tetsu,” you swat his hand away from your face. “If you poke my cheek one more ti-”

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