Wyr....wyr My Love... I Miss You ♥️ Giving You The Biggest Smooch Rn

hello hi friend i found u thru lale's lovely haikyuu server but damn that hinata fic u posted recently had me feelin 7 kinds'o ways till sunday and i just /clenches fist/ bless u for creating hinata content <3 there's never enough in the world

ahh hi hello :D i’m so happy you enjoyed it!! he’s so fun to write occasionally and i will definitely try to write him some more 🙂‍↕️ and can’t wait to read some of your stuff!!

thank you lynx!! 🗣️ oh i love tropes so much

kiyoko shimizu (my wife)

- friends to lovers - messy meet - college au

tags: @sahrberrii, @lale-txt, @causenessus, @dumdogs, @3p1logu3

tag game!!

reblog with one of your fictional (or real/celebrity!!) crushes and your top three favorite tropes/dynamics when reading fanfiction (x reader or chara x chara) about them! i’ll go first:

oikawa tōru

・ college au

・popular x popular

・exes to lovers

tags: @xoxochb @x3nafix @inkstainsonmysheets @haeerizm @shootingstargirl2001 @shyandsweetbunny2 @inmyheaddd @mrsarnold @catchmeonyourceiling @foxed-and-frazzled @aezuria @je-suis-indesicive @dollevve + anyone else who would like to participate!!

˚✶ * the old ball and chain w/ iwaizumi

m.list / wc: 362

    “-my wife, well she picked out my tie to match her dress, but honestly i wouldn’t let her pick out much else besides kitchen tiles if you know what i mean,” an older man, one of the investors or higher ups, sloshes around a glass of whiskey, slicked back hair showing his age. 

  iwaizumi furrows his eyebrows, clenching his fists as he stands beside oikawa. he rarely attends fundraisers or events, especially when you’re unable to attend. he likes having you there, feeling your hand in his, your lips against his cheek whenever he needs your presence. however, oikawa tends to make it difficult for iwaizumi to say no, especially when he offers to fly the both of you down to argentina.

  “actually i don’t,” he steps forward, hands on his hips. his lips are downturned at the corners, teeth clenched together.

  the older man tilts his head, swallowing hard, adam’s apple bobbing up and down. raising his eyebrows, he lets out a nervous laugh. “you know? ‘the old ball and chain’? surely with that toy thing in your pocket, you understand how needy wives and children are,” he waves his hand dismissively, a cocky smile gracing his face.

  oikawa looks over at iwaizumi, biting his lip as he takes a step back. he knows that he would never joke about you, let alone let anyone else have such a chance. “my partner is nothing of the sort, and i actually asked her to put it there so she could be close to me. so, call them the old ball and chain once more and you’ll enjoy a balled up fist to your face,” iwaizumi steps towards him, suit jacket tightening around his arms.

  “no need to be so uptight!” watching the man walk away, oikawa looks over at iwaizumi, a smile growing on his face. 

  iwaizumi looks over at oikawa, spotting the smirk that’s growing on his face. “a word of this to n/n and you’re dead,” he waves his hand, walking off towards the buffet filled with small appetizers. 

  “what? don’t want her knowing you’re absolutely whipped? cause i think she knows after how bad you cried at your wedding-”

gen taglist: @nnnyxie @sippn-the-tae @ayatakanosstuff @silkloom @megapteraurelia @dazqa @lale-txt @solzscribblez @bluemailhiot @hyunteru @kameyyy

HIHIHI WYR!!!! AS PROMISED!!!! FINISHED EXAMS AND IM SLEEPING IN UR INBOX!!! HRU how have y been and how’s work been omg

I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO REPLY 😭😭 I’M SO SORRY 🫶🫶 but so happy for you and your completed exams!! crossing my fingers you did well <3 i’m good!! got some of my plants outside today now that it’s warm enough and i’m so happy ‼️ and work is going well!!

your new blog feels like being hand-fed apple and orange slices, very cozy and warm <3

ooh i’m so happy it feels that way <33

˚✶ * the back of a railcar osamu m. x fem!reader

you decide to quit your job and take a long train journey across japan. deciding to stay awake for the full 23 hours to truly reflect on all aspects of your life, you pack your bags and prepare for an adventure. however, upon stepping foot on the train, you see someone you never thought you'd see again. your high school sweetheart turned college ex. and as he learns of your idea, he urges his own participation in the task, making it the most invigorating and confusing 24 hours of your life.

status: in progress  taglist: open  warnings: each chapter will be one hour in the 24 hour period, possible smau moments, friends/exes to lovers, questionable choices on y/n's part, slow updates, vulgar language, jokes of sexual nature (nothing explicit)

chapters;

coming soon…

i have a new phone, your girl is evolving

HELLO WYR !!! i love the theme its so cutesy and perfect for spring :3

HI YUN!! thank u thank u :D i love a little spring theme

˚✶ * crinkled eyes w/ hinata

m.list / wc: 400

    "don’t you have practice today?” you look up towards hinata, hand over your eyes, protecting them from the bright rays of sunlight. 

  hinata, your own little ball of sunlight, stands with his hands on his hips, feet digging into the hot sand. a smile rests on his face as he looks back down at you. “i ran down the beach since you said you’d be here! plus practice ended,” he peers down to his running watch, beads of sweat on his skin, “ten minutes ago.”

  “and where’s your bag and- well and your stuff?” you question, one eye open as the sun beams down around his head like a halo.

  “heiter said he’d drop it off at the apartment for me, and i have my wallet in my pocket. meaning, we can grab some ice cream after this,” he plops down next to you in the sand, one hand reaching around to rest on your hip.

  pursing your lips, you lean into his touch. you’d never classify hinata as clingy, at least not in the traditional sense. he gives you plenty of space when you need it, but there are times when he just can’t give up the energy you expel. the feeling he gets when he sees the sun shining on your face. or how the waves reach your feet and your nose crinkles by how cold it is.

  “well, then i’ll need to borrow this, since you’re here,” you reach your hand up, grabbing his favorite baseball cap off his head, hair springing back out as his hand runs through it. 

  grabbing a few seashells with your free hand, you set them inside the cap, making sure to brush any remaining sand off. they’re of different shapes, sizes, and colors. so unique like a fingerprint, all so beautiful to you. “like you don’t need to ‘borrow’ it every other day,” hinata shakes his head, while not necessarily shaking his smile.

  “you know you love it,” you glance over at him, rubbing another seashell free from sand.

  he keeps his eyes on you, even as you look away. the lines that form at the corners of your eyes, how they squint as you try to clean off every grain of sand. doing it so carefully as to not damage his hat, his favorite due to being a gift you had given him. bits of your love in everything around him. 

gen taglist: @nnnyxie @sippn-the-tae @pinkopalfrost @silkloom @megapteraurelia @dazqa @lale-txt @solzscribblez @bluemailhiot @hyunteru @kameyyy

˚✶ * 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.