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˚✶ * 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. 

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˚✶ * first date w/ atsumu

m.list / wc: 770

    he shoves his hand into his back pocket, fishing for his keys. they clang together as he pulls them out. reaching up to the door's handle, it struggles to properly get into the keyhole. "sorry, this thing is always fidgety," atsumu looks back at you, a goofy smile gracing his lips, hair flopping to the side.

  "mine's probably worst," shrugging your shoulders, you lean against the narrow hallway's wall, attempting a reassuring smile.

  the apartment building looks unassuming from the outside. old bricks are covered in moss and vining plants, the landscaping needing some attention for the spring season. however, the inside was beautiful. old trinkets fill the main floor, welcoming and nostalgic. as you walk down his floor's hallways, you can see the care given to the interior.

  the wood floor is miraculously clean, the walls a simple beige, yet still spotless. "your apartment building is lovely," you comment, watching as he finally turns the key, unlocking the door.

  "thank you, if it wasn't i would've felt even worse for dragging you in here," he says as he pushes open the door, pushing a pair of shoes aside that he accidentally left in the way.

  biting your lip, you begin to expect the worst. a pair of socks draped across the countertops, food left on the coffee table with a can of some kind of soda. and yet he surprises you again, leading you into a clean and fresh living room. decor is placed seamlessly, serious thought put into every piece of furniture he has. 

  looking back at you, he reaches his hand up to scratch the back his neck, clearly feeling nervous. "bathroom is right there, i think my wallet's in my bedroom, so it might be a second.. just uh make yourself at home," atsumu purses his lips, turning on his heels to walk down the short corridor to his room.

  watching as he leaves, you hope that the tension will dissipate. he seems nice, respectful in his actions. and you know your friend wouldn't steer you wrong, but she also never told you much about him. other than his history with different sports, you opted to not look him up, give him a chance at a great first impression. 

  finally taking a moment to breath, you turn to look around his living room. his tv is propped up on an old fireplace, clearly not being used for the season. bookshelves sit off to the side, filled with many featuring volleyball themes. trinkets are filling any empty spaces within, a highlighted one being what looks like an old pair of running shoes. 

  biting the inside of your cheek, you start to wonder if this could err on the side of snooping. nearly about to stop as you hear him close what sounds like the last drawer, you see a short wall filled with surfing posters. all framed, some featuring newspaper clipping. his name in bold letters draws your attention, "atsumu miya heading to the olympics". 

  it didn't take long for you to realize that by 'past experience with sports' was an understatement. leaning towards them, you read some of the body of the content. they preach his innovative surfing style, filled with techniques you had never heard of. "i'm sure you're curious about that," he walks into the room, wallet shoved in his front pocket.

  "oh- sorry, i didn't mean to snoop. i just saw this and kiyoko never mentioned you surfed," you look back at him, hands clasped behind your back, thumbs fidgeting.

  atsumu shrugs, looking up to the posters. "yeah, I really got into it between volleyball seasons, helped keep me prepped. haven't been back to the beach for a little bit now," you try not to pry too much, but you couldn't help but grow even more curious.

  "really? do you plan on going back someday?" you question, finally noticing how kind his eyes are.

  the skin crinkles beside his eyes as he smiles, clearly holding some passion for surfing still. his lips turn upwards, a brightness radiating off of him. "yeah, i'd like to. even if not professionally i'd love to go surfing again."

  "well maybe you can teach me then," you don’t quite realize what you’ve said, walking beside him as he starts walking towards the door.

  pausing for a second, you close your eyes, cursing yourself for even suggesting that. “sorry, i didn’t mean to insinuate anything,” you look over to him, catching up with his pace. 

  walking back with him towards his apartment's front door, he chuckles at your added comment. "no, it's alright, i like the idea of it."

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huuuuge fan of little phrases you can add to the end of your sentences just for fun. "if you even care" and "btw" and "I fear" have done sooo much for my vocabulary. if you even care

work bird doodles

got invited to my coworker’s bday party 💪 i am winning

˚✶ * too sweet w/ atsumu 

m.list / wc: 466

    it can't be said i'm an early bird. it's ten o'clock before i say a word. music plays throughout a speaker system, a sultry voice ringing through your ears. you rest your head in your palm, free hand creeping towards his back. the midnight moon lets little light into his apartment, just barely illuminating his figure, shoulders and head outlined. 

  your finger, runs up his back, feeling his raised spine. you keep telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. but then you wake up for the sunrise. delicately pressing your finger against his skin, you reach the nape of atsumu’s hair. soft, short pieces of hair stick up, goosebumps forming from your touch. they feel comfortable beneath your touch, hand spreading out to run through his recently shampooed hair. 

  don't you just want to take up, dark as a lake. he shifts in his sleeps, eyelids barely fluttering before his chest raises and falls normally. biting your lip, you lower your hand to his neck, running down to his shoulder. freckles appear as your hand moves, the sprinkles of light brown drawing your eyes. i'll think i'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three. you're too sweet for me. 

  running your finger down his arm, you feel the hair raise on his arm, trying to call his attention. narrowing your eyes, you outline his bicep, a smile forming on your face as it tightens beneath your touch. following down the rest of his arm, you reach his hand. pressing your palm against his, you interlock your fingers between his. atsumu’s hand is soft, care put into every crevice and spiral. even the callouses brush against your hand with a grain of tenderness.

  but who wants to live forever, babe? you treat your mouth as if it’s heaven’s gate. leaning over him, your eyes trace every aspect of his face. the lightness of his skin, the delicate touch of his moisturized lips. he’s curated every inch of his being, a brightness that only a certain person could love. the rest of you like you’re the tsa. i wish i could go along, babe, don’t get me wrong. staring at his blonde stricken hair and glowing skin, you purse your lips.

  untangling your hands, you lean back against the bed. his silk sheets surround you like a cloud, airy beneath your touch. warmth still pressing against your leg, his tied around yours in an unconscious attempt to cling to you. to cling to the idea of you. you know you’re bright as the morning, as soft as the rain. pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. if you can sit in a barrel, maybe i’ll wait. yet you fear if he clings too hard, you’ll destroy him. 

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the cutest theme i‘ve ever seen omg

thank u thank u i love u

˚✶ * grandma’s kitchen w/ oikawa

m.list / wc: 726

    the stove’s light is on, barely illuminating the kitchen. you lean against the old marble countertop, spoon scraping the side of a bowl of cool whip. it’s sugary, devoid of much flavor, yet it’s the perfect thing for three in the morning. the cool temperature melts against your tongue, nearly combating with the kitchen tile flooring. and it’s the only sweet thing your grandmother kept around. 

  scraping out the other side, you lick the spoon off quickly, turning around to place it into the dishwasher. it’s cracked open, squeaking as you pull it further open. crinkling your nose, you hope you hadn’t woken away from the sound, the sink starting to run as you wash out your bowl. setting it down, you quickly shut the dishwasher, hoping to diminish the irritating noise.

  turning towards the window, you look out at the dark early morning sky. it’s completely devoid of any life from what you can see, feeling eerie as you stare out of it. “what are you doing up?” a voice whispers from the other side of the kitchen.

  jumping where you stand, you turn to look at the voice, jaw clenched. “you nearly gave me a heart attack,” you bring your hands up to your face, wiping down until they reach your chin, voice coming out as an upset whisper. 

  “apologies, my love,” oikawa reaches his hand out to you, grasping yours over the kitchen island, “can’t sleep?”

  keeping your hand in his, he walks around the kitchen island, growing close to you. pursing your lips, you wonder if you should tell him the truth. you couldn’t sleep with him gone. without his presence and warmth beside you. your grandma, more old fashioned than she’d like to admit, pushed for you to have separate bedrooms. even when you live together full time.

  however, you know what kind of up turned smile he’ll gain if you utter the thought. how he’ll look at you with his lips slightly curled upwards, eyes unable to turn away from you. and that look never fails to get your stomach churning and your lips on his. something you can’t afford to indulge in in your grandmother’s house. 

  “no, it’s just been different,” you look back towards the window, his face leaning towards you in the corner of your eye, lips pressing against your temple.

  “just admit you missed me.”

  looking back at him, you can tell his lips are forming a smile, his hands reaching for your hips. “we are not doing this tooru, i hope you know that this evening is going to be purely pg,” you shake your head, eyes closed as you feel his lips pressing against your temple again.

  oikawa’s hands move to your elbows, taking a step back. clearing his throat, he watches as your eyes open slowly, peeking at him. “i respect your wishes, just know you look stunning tonight. especially when you have cool whip on your upper lip,” he presses a kiss against your lips this time, it’s quick, purely to get the treat off of your upper lip.

  “wow, you’re such a charmer.”

  “it’s the effect of forbidden love, makes everything seem so much more irresistible,” he shrugs, letting go of your elbows, stepping back to give you a little space, to feel your warmth dissipate from his touch.

  raising an eyebrow, you can’t seem to hold your smile back, “forbidden love? i’d hate to see what you’d call it if i ever go out of town for a week.”

  your hand presses against the kitchen counter, the other against your hip. oikawa tilts towards you, hand playing with your fingers against the cool surface. his thumb runs along the back of your hand, unable to keep his hands off of you. looking more radiant than he’s ever thought you have before. “i’d probably have to pull a romeo or something.”

  “let’s root for ‘or something’ then,” you keep eye contact with him, probably your first mistake.

  your gaze flickers to his lips, hand moving from your hip to his, lips unable to stop themselves from meeting his. you still taste the sweetness of the cool whip, yet you feel the softness of his lips. they move synchronously with your lips, his nose brushing against yours. “i did miss you,” you drift back, whispering inches from his lips. 

  “i can tell.”

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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

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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

i have been graced on this fine day by dodger tagging me in kiyoko fanart

favorite senpai.