˚✶ * Mating Call Kuroo T. X Fem!reader

#embarrassed #crying #throwing up

learning you’re australian makes so much sense lowkey. in the best way ever

WYR I SWEAR IVE TOLD YOU I WAS AUSTRALIAN LIKE MULTIPLE TIMES😭

okay i have completed…

@strawberry-stand is my side now :3

CHEERING 🗣️

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

🍊 info / rules 🌿 fics

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

just describing my favorite candle scents i guess??

tags: @nnnyxie, @nectardaddy, @nekozaki, @earier

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this is so funny because i REEK of jasmine and vanilla (<- as told by my peers). [link.]

⋆✶.* fic masterlist

ꕀ multichapter - the back of a railcar / osamu m. - mating call / kuroo t.

ꕀ oneshots - apple bottom jeans / atsumu m. - busted lip / kageyama t. ✦ - hidden treasure / kuroo t. ✦ - too sweet / atsumu m. - the old ball and chain / iwaizumi h. ✦ - morning massage / osamu m. - blueberry skies / kita s. - crinkled eyes / hinata s. ✦ - bathroom tiles / suna r. - first date / atsumu m. - soft spoken love / iwaizumi h. ✦ - grandma’s kitchen / oikawa t. - wake up call / kuroo t. ✦

ꕀ headcanons - coming soon…

✦ / favorites ᘞ / completed

i wish i could write as confidently as last year

i was asked if i could share the fics mentioned in the quiz :3

… bitter by @nectardaddy

… rot by @dumdogs

… my bisque beau by @ottocre

… jackal's den by @nekozaki

… to be loved is to be known by @hiraethwa

… duskwatch by @megapteraurelia

… soft launch & exoplanets by me

˚✶ * 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. 

gen taglist: @nnnyxie @sippn-the-tae @ayatakanosstuff @inloveinsickness @megapteraurelia @dazqa @lale-txt @solzscribblez

this is us btw if you care

i care so much i’m eating them

˚✶ * 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