Mkay So Ive Made The Blog BUT. Now Idk What To Do!!

#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😭

i don’t know a thing about pokemon but i love these little guys

tags: @lale-txt @inloveinsickness @bakery-anon @bokutoko

starting a tag game because i'm obsessed with this pokemon team planner thing and i need to know all of your dream teams (if no one does this i will actually sob)

here's mine:

(it's okay if you don't know pokemon, there are options to filter out by type/colour/generation and you can just pick out whatever speaks to you)

tags: @stellar-headquarters, @3p1logu3, @kameyyy, @sahrberrii, @mayyhaps, @inloveinsickness, @bakery-anon, @earier, @nectardaddy + anyone who's reading this!

HI MY BABY I JUST SAW UR ASK NOW SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG💔💔💔

IT’S OKAY!! HI BABE HOW ARE YOU?? 🫶

the horrors persist but my friends write beautiful fanfic

u ever wonder if ur associated with a character forever to someone else. like. when ur scrolling ur dash and u see a url u don't recognize and after going to their blog ur like ohhh this is the Character person. yeah ok i remember now.

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.]

˚✶ * 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.”

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

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

˚✶ * wake up call w/ kuroo or you fall asleep at the office overnight

m.list / wc: 670

    every morning kuroo is the first one in the office. it’s not that he’s motivated to get there early, it’s just what he’s found works for him. he’ll turn on every light, hoping and praying someday they’ll buy motion activated lights. he starts the coffee pot, typically with a lighter roast because he knows the majority of the office prefers it that way. and it gives him plenty of time to let him off early in the evenings. 

  what he didn’t expect this particular morning is entering the office to the lights still on. puzzled, he carries through the many cubicles to reach his own, noticing the coffee pot filled with day old coffee. furrowing his eyebrows, he looks around the office, expecting someone else to have come in early.

  the cubicles are all empty, only small tokens of memorabilia linger within. photos or trinkets give each one a specific personality that kuroo can project onto. as he nearly passes the last cubicle without a thought, he steps back, looking down at your sleeping figure. your back rises and falls slowly with each breath. his heart skips a beat as he sees your lips slightly parted, head resting against your arms.

  your arms garner goosebumps, skin free due to the summer’s daytime temperatures. clenching his jaw, he pulls off his suit jacket, resting it on your shoulders and back. unsure what to do next, he looks up at the clock. thirty minutes until the rest of the office gets in. pursing his lips, kuroo begins to devise a plan to successfully save either of you from any embarrassment. 

  he starts with the coffee pot, making sure to quickly clean it and set it to start back up for the morning. kuroo then scours the fridge for any leftovers that you could eat to wake yourself up with. a lone yogurt rests within the condiments and occasional opened pickle jars. letting out a sigh, he grabs the yogurt and a spoon. 

  kuroo stands outside of your cubicle, unsure of what’s the best way to wake you up. he’s heard the saying that you should never wake a sleep walking person, however, he’s never quite known what to do with a regular sleeping person. at first he pokes your shoulder, only earning a pitiful groan. then he shakes your shoulder, hand resting like a proud father after a winning home run. 

  none of it seems to work, so he reverts back to what he knows best. he kneels down beside you, mustering only a quiet voice at first, afraid someone may walk in, “l/n.. y/n.. you slept at the office and people are coming in soon…”

  you begin to stir at the sound of his voice, eyes flickering open. “y/n, you fell asleep at the office-”

  “shit! no one else is here right? god i’m so stupid,” your eyes widen, fully taking in the words that kuroo was spewing at you, arms stretching outwards.

  his jacket nearly falls off of your shoulders, however, your hands move quickly to pull it back upwards. kuroo shakes his head as he sets down the yogurt, standing up as he does so. “yeah it’s just us. i just know there are nights that end a little later.. but i have coffee and yogurt so you can wake up some. maybe freshen up or something- sorry just trying to help.”

  your nose crinkles as you think about him seeing you sprawled out and possibly drooling. “thank you kuroo, wow this is embarrassing. i wish you could’ve never seen me like this,” you reach for the jacket again, finally seeing him without his, quickly realizing what’s resting on your shoulders.

  kuroo shrugs, knowing he can’t tell you that you looked gorgeous like that. knowing that you’d always look great to him and he’d never be able to do anything about it. “it’s fine, besides, i won’t tell a soul. my lips are metaphorically sealed. now, would you like a cup of coffee before they get here?”

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

gonna need to start writing coworker fics