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ooh thanks for tagging me yun <33
rules: colour the sentence that's true about you
i’m over 5’5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
rules: reblog this with three songs
the song you're listening to right now — silver lining by laufey
your current favourite song — amsterdam by gregory alan isakov
a song of your choice — shrike by hozier
no pressure tags: @nnnyxie @solzscribblez @dumdogs @bakery-anon
@admiringlove tagged me in two tag games & because i love her i’m making a separate post with those tag games ♡
rules: colour the sentence that’s true about you
i’m over 5’5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
rules: reblog this with three songs
the song you’re listening to right now (or last listened to) — wrath of man by hoyo-mix
your current favourite song — iris by the googoo dolls
a song of your choice — angel of small death & the codeine scene by hozier
tagging: (no pressure!) @hanverse, @jeonwiixard, @m1ckeyb3rry, @hearts4hee, @tangyneon & anyone who’s interested!
˚✶ * 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
wait did the shrimp fry that rice or not??
how to write on a regular basis? send post.
WYR IM BACK🤭 i miss u twin add this new acc to the general tag list PLA
HELLO!! of course of course 🗣️ how are you??
this is us btw if you care
i care so much i’m eating them
˚✶ * blueberry skies w/ kita
m.list / wc: 316
bright rays of sunlight is partitioned by a tree’s wide branches, leaving a warmth on your face, barely blocking the sun from your eyes. your head rests backwards, pressing against kita’s lap, scalp tingling as his hand absentmindedly plays with your hair. he’s gentle with his hand, making sure not to tangle it with his touch. “you do know i have to go back to work soon,” he whispers.
looking up at his eyes, you’re met with a somber look. “you wish, you’ve got most of your work done and i’m sure my dad will give you a longer break,” you grab a blueberry from the small basket he had gathered earlier, fruit finally growing from the bush you planted together.
reaching your hand upwards, you hold out the blueberry as a peace offering, being met with his lips against your fingertips. chewing on the small berry, he frees his hand from your hair long enough to grab his own berry. he holds it above your head, a smile on his lips, “alright, you catch this and i’ll risk unemployment from your father.”
“you know he wouldn’t-”
kita doesn’t give you much time to react as it falls from his fingers. tumbling through the air, it bounces against your nose, just barely falling into the corner of your open mouth. the tart flavor fills your mouth as you sit up victoriously, “now you have to spend time with me, as i know that’s so difficult for you.”
rolling his eyes, he pulls at your hips, slowly enough to let you readjust comfortably against the grassy knoll. his hands remain at your hips, fingers laced through your belt loops. “being with you is never difficult, always remember that,” leaning forward, he kisses the corner of your mouth.
“i was just joking-”
“i know,” kita leans forward to kiss your lips, tasting the blueberry still lingering on your lips.
gen taglist: @nnnyxie @sippn-the-tae @ayatakanosstuff @silkloom @megapteraurelia @dazqa @lale-txt @solzscribblez @bluemailhiot @hyunteru @kameyyy
cleared cache at work and it deleted my papa’s pastaria save ‼️‼️
hi schnookms <3
if i made a gen taglist for my stuff, would you wanna be added? :3
of course of course of course!! :D
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
and if i said kuroo bird watcher, then what? if i said he gets up early in the morning to set out certain seeds to attract certain birds?? and if i said he has a little journal in which he tracks their patterns and which ones are your favorite?
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
wyr....wyr my love... I miss you ♥️ giving you the biggest smooch rn
dodger my love.. i miss you too ♥️🫶 giving you the biggest smooch back and can’t wait for you to have some down time once summer comes 🙂↕️
pspspsps bae
would you wanna be added to the taglist of my fic i’m writing? :3 i’m thinking about posting a few chapters
oooh yes i would love to be added!! :D
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!!
saw this guy at work the other day, made me think of you guys <3
hi wyr my sweet how are you doing <3
was thinking today that i haven’t been in your inbox in a while so here i am hehe. what’s a fic you wish existed but you don’t feel like writing yourself? can be anything! i’m curious :3c
hi lale my lovely <3 still sick and at home, but will hopefully be going back to work tomorrow
ooh i might need to sneak into your inbox at some point too 👀 but that is a really interesting question… and i would have to say like anything with kiyoko? maybe athletic store owner x athlete!! perhaps a smau of some sort because they’re just not my bread and butter when it comes to writing 🙂↕️
what about you??
˚✶ * morning massage w/ osamu
m.list / wc: 702
dark clouds move slowly above your house, circling and swirling in every which way. rain trickles down every few minutes, lightening up only to storm back down in ever changing waves. the kitchen light seems to be the only one on, a soft warm essence that leaks into the connected dining room. windows let in whatever light seeps through the clouds, illuminating the puzzle in front of you.
a simply decorated mug sits on the table, your hand clasped around the handle. heat bubbles up from the mug, a sweetened coffee slowly cooling as you place another piece. you tend to work on the sides first, outlining it before filling it in. pressing another piece in, you bring the mug up to your lips, the cool lip of the ceramic is quickly replaced by the warm liquid.
osamu tends to wake up early, a habit formed from early mornings in the kitchen (and a season at a bakery). however, this particular morning, his body decided to give him a rest. something you wish you could give him every day he comes home from a long shift. although, it doesn't stop you from appreciating hearing his soft footsteps entering the hallway.
setting down another puzzle piece, you look out the window, the barely visible reflection of osamu in the kitchen reflecting off of it. looking back down, you pretend to not hear him, taking another sip of your coffee, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your face. sitting it back down, your eyes are covered with moisturized hands, still rough from calluses.
"guess who.." his voice is deeper than usual, the usual morning raspiness still there.
"well, i'm hoping it's my husband. if not, this coffee is scolding hot."
he chuckles lightly, echoing through your ear like a song. slowly moving his hands from your eyes, they turn over, the backs of his hands brushing against your neck. his touch is soft, barely noticeable besides the goosebumps it sends running down your spine. one stays by your neck, returning his palm to your skin, thumb pressing against a resilient knot forming beneath. "it's a good thing it is than."
leaning over your shoulder, osamu's head comes into view. his expression is soft, a five o'clock shadow forming from a lazy weekend. "good morning lovely," leaning towards you, his lips brush your nose, the sweet scent of toothpaste and day old cologne filling your nostrils.
slowly his lips trace down yours, peppering your frown lines until he eventually tastes the coffee you were drinking. it's not as dark as he tends to enjoy, but he would hate to someday kiss your lips and taste that same bitterness. the prickly hairs on his face leaving a tingling sensation on your upper lip. "good morning handsome," you whisper into his lips, the mint flavor growing ever stronger.
"your neck feels really stiff, you want your personal masseuse to step up?" osamu smiles, leaning back from your kiss, still keeping eye contact with you.
pursing your lips, you nod softly, eyebrows lowering. "if he's available today..."
osamu's quick to stand up straight, cracking his knuckles (in quite an over exaggerated manner). his hands slowly lowers against your shoulders, fingers moving methodically until they're in their respective places. sitting back in your seat, you try to loosen the tension in your upper body. as soon as your shoulders drop, osamu's thumbs begin to press into your back, a soft hum escaping your lips.
they swirl around the spots with an amount of pressure that felt uncomfortably perfect. his fingers press the front of your shoulders, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. "so happy i took that baking course," osamu whispers, hands readjusting so his hands are against your low neck.
"you're equating massaging my shoulders to kneading dough?" you question, leaning your head back so you can look up and see his face, eyebrows raised.
looking back down at you, his eyes roll absentmindedly, annoyed with your inability to sit down and relax. "well you are just as stubborn. although, i do love you significantly more," osamu's hands leave your neck, instead cupping your neck as he leans down for another kiss.
"i would hope so."
gen taglist: @nnnyxie @sippn-the-tae @ayatakanosstuff @silkloom @megapteraurelia @dazqa @lale-txt @solzscribblez @bluemailhiot @hyunteru @kameyyy
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
wyr !! you can tag this acc now ;3 (you don't have to answer this 🤍)
my bad!! adding you now 🫶 ilysm
˚✶ * 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
HI MY BABY I JUST SAW UR ASK NOW SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG💔💔💔
IT’S OKAY!! HI BABE HOW ARE YOU?? 🫶
don’t know who to write for next so… poll time
got invited to my coworker’s bday party 💪 i am winning
hi wyr how are you what's going on did you know that ur name autocorrects on my phone from 'wut' sometimes.
hi hi!! good, at work. hbu? i actually love that so much, truly my attitude half the time so it works
wyr my beloved I miss you bad ❤️ how are you??
dodger my love i miss you so bad too ❤️🫶 i’m doing okay!! reorganized my room recently and loving it a little too much 😭 how about you?? giving you all the love
˚✶ * 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
if you want to join the general taglist say ‘i’ or smth