Your New Blog Feels Like Being Hand-fed Apple And Orange Slices, Very Cozy And Warm

posting fics you’re not entirely proud of but you’re not necessarily proud of anything you’re writing right now

thanks for the tag kam <33 (your favorite color is also one of my favorites omg)

fave colour ꕀ red or orange (like dusty versions of them y’know?) last song ꕀ silver lining by laufey currently reading ꕀ the martian by andy weir (ignore how long it’s taking me) currently watching ꕀ leverage currently craving ꕀ a little chocolate coffee or tea ꕀ neither!! chocolate milk instead

no pressure tags: @nnnyxie @dumdogs @solzscribblez @hyunteru @earier

get to know your moots tag game ! ✶ answer the questions, then tag six people

favorite color ꕀ green and brown last song ꕀ tú by maye currently reading ꕀ the luminaries by susan dennard currently watching ꕀ the great british baking show currently craving ꕀ massaman curry. like always. and like. alcohol and a couple cigs HAHA. a break too :P coffee or tea ꕀ always tea! i don't like coffee

ty for the tag @saltcxrcle ! tagging: @lelapine @toadspondofwhimsy @outof-spite @h0neyst4rz @hhoneylemon @our-lady-of-venom

hey we should go mandarin picking

holding your hand as we go mandarin picking btw

⋆✶.* otto or wyr / twenty-one / she they

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ꕀ favorites - busted lip / kageyama t. - hidden treasure / kuroo t. - crinkled eyes / hinata s. - soft spoken love / iwaizumi h.

orange orange orange! 🍊 also wanted to share that one of my fave perfumes is called satsuma, which is kinda related to mandarin oranges!!

orange!! 🗣️ i love that so much so thank you for sharing stellar. it’s so funny i work with perfumes sometimes and immediately checked fragrantica for it lol (we use it occasionally to check top/base notes)

yes chocolate milk!!! yes yes yes chocolate milk!!!!

us

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writer dog lover always basking in the sunlight enjoyer of clean dishes lover of books (the martian my beloved) cosmic crisp apple fan <3

basic dni mdni through dms i don’t follow minors if you don’t like my fics, don’t comment i don’t write smut or pregnancy fics

˚✶ * apple bottom jeans w/ atsumu

m.list / wc: 375

    "oh- like the song?" someone asks from beside you, barely passing through the thick noise of your headphones and the shuffling of feet down your university campus' hallways. 

  furrowing your eyebrows, you turn around to see who was speaking. standing there is atsumu miya, hand grappling at his backpack's strap. the other presses a volleyball against his side. his eyes widen as you look back at him, lips forming into a straight line, "sorry, i was thinking out loud. but it's your shorts, right? 'apple bottom jeans'."

  you had never spoken to atsumu miya before. never having been in the same groups or classes before. his reputation solely connected with his volleyball career and 'attempt' at being a physical therapy student (mentions of multiple relationships seem to come up too). biting your lip, it takes you a moment to remember what shorts you were wearing. the small apple patch on the back pocket nearly erased from your memory.

  "oh, no it has nothing to do with the song," pursing your lips, you look back to your phone, waiting impatiently for your friend to text you back.

  he says something, you can tell it's him despite the loud music playing through your headphones, the way his inflection just seems to worm its way into your ears. looking back at him, you raise an eyebrow. "what'd you say?" you pull one of your earbuds out, eyes wide.

  "just that it looks really cool... matches your shoes and everything," atsumu shrugs his shoulders, hands stuffed into his pockets. he has a sullen look on his face, like he's not saying everything he wants to say, or he just can't get it to sound exactly like he wanted.

  nodding your head, you give him a short smile. "thanks, your volleyball has a neat design, you just carry it around everywhere you go?" you question, not quite meaning to continue any lengthy conversation with him, especially knowing his reputation. 

  the corners of his lips turn upwards, hands fiddling with the unique patterned ball. "no, but if it inspires you to have a conversation with me, then maybe i should," as soon as the sentence passes through your ears, you realize why he has such a reputation. he's just too much of a charmer.

i’m just gonna assume you’re in my walls because you somehow turned my fyp into bird charcuterie board heaven and that’s how i’m gonna imagine birdwatcher kuroo work from now on: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdragRHy/

omg i love that so much!! kuroo would absolutely send you this video from his bird feeder camera, giving some random facts about the breed and their migration patterns

˚✶ * soft spoken love w/ iwaizumi or iwaizumi helping you change while you wear a sling

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    iwaizumi's fingers brush your stomach and side, his touch leaving a desirable feeling inside your chest. your stomach bubbles within, butterflies almost breaking to the surface. he pulls at the hem of your sweatshirt, crumpling it within his fists. "you're squirming," he hums, looking up into your eyes.

  "i'm ticklish, you know that," you bite the inside of your cheek, feeling vulnerable under his guise. 

  his head shakes back and forth in short, quick turns. a smile covers his lips, wrinkles forming around his eyes. pulling the sweatshirt up to beneath your bra, he lets it rest there, twisted and rolled. reaching one hand over your shoulder, he grabs at your collar. carefully pulling your hand through the hole, iwaizumi lets it rests on your collarbones.

  he's close to you, body less than a foot from yours. his fingers pressing against your good arm's shoulder, he attempts to pull your arm through the sleeve. "sorry, i hope it's not hurting on your other arm," iwaizumi's voice is low, gentle.

  goosebumps scatter up and down your skin, his touch being the only thing you can focus on. swallowing hard, you glance over at him as he gets your good arm through the sleeve. "no, it's feeling alright.. probably still working with the pain medication though," you look back in front of you, watching as he walks around to the other side of you.

  "well, there might be some dull pain from taking this sweatshirt off, so just make sure to stay still," he looks into your eyes, bracing you for the pain that you may endure from his work. 

  all you can do is nod as you close your eyes. it didn't take your mind off of his fingers wrapping around your skin. of the scent that he carries through the air, a mix of sweat and a sweet cologne. you can't even stop thinking of his gentle voice, whispering affirmations as he peels the sweatshirt off of your skin. 

  pain begins to ruminate within your upper arm, nose scrunching as you suck in air through your teeth. "just a minute more, i promise, love," iwaizumi maneuvers it around your arm, bunching it up by the wrist and widening the cuff to slide it off of your hand.

  "you hoping the nickname will take my mind off of it?" you joke, eyes still closed, mostly afraid of seeing him see the obnoxious smile on your face.

  "what?"

  "the nickname," your eyes open, looking over to him, suddenly feeling the cool air against your skin.

  clenching your jaw, you immediately feel uncomfortable about his gaze. he wasn't looking you over, but merely seeing you like this made your skin crawl. "oh 'love', sorry, i didn't mean it- it just kind of slipped out i guess," iwaizumi grabs one of his old shirts, knowing it would be large enough to get over your arm easily, "you're just comfortable to be around."

  he keeps his eyes from yours, cheeks growing red beneath his tanned skin. sitting in the silence, his hand brushes against your skin as he pulls the shirt through your arm. it tingles, skin standing on end from his touch. "it's a good thing i don't mind it then," you finally find the courage to say, biting the inside of your cheek.

  iwaizumi stops pulling the shirt through your other arm, pausing to fully take in your words. "i guess it is.." he responds, lifting the collar up over your head, grabbing at the shoulders and bringing it down to your neck. lifting his hands, he runs his hands through your hair just enough to save it from looking flat.

  standing in front of you, you lock eyes, both unable to look away. "i was thinking of ordering something in tonight, you alright with that.. love?"

  "i think ordering in would be lovely."

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