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₊˚ෆ posting a snippet of a shoyo draft cuz of this ask
It’s a melancholic winter morning, and all you can think about is Hinata Shoyo— your best friend whom you’ve recently developed more-than-platonic-feelings for.
God help you.
He’s supposed to call today after his matches finish, and as you settle into your desk, you take in the surroundings around you.
The faint glow of your laptop cuts through the cool morning air, and its whirs blend with the sound of a ceiling fan humming in the background. Your apartment was always like this in the early hours: dim, slow— and empty. You almost find comfort in the melodies elicited from the things askew in your residence. To you, the tapping of the leaky faucet you’d meant to get fixed ages ago and the buzz of your hundred-year-old computer sound like long-lost friends. They provide you with solace in your otherwise bleak room.
A therapist might say this is a sign of loneliness— but you like to think otherwise.
You sink further in your chair, and your fingertips brush against the keys. The coldness of them sends a dull ache through your already frigid body.
Bringing a sluggish hand to rub sleep from your eyes, you’re suddenly jolted awake when a loud jingle comes from your computer. The blaring ring is in stark contrast to the still that has settled, and you can’t help the feeling of anticipation that rushes through you at the sound.
In one click, your once vacant apartment is now filled with the large smile of Hinata Shoyo. His face is grainy over video call, but you can tell he’s gotten tanner since you’d last spoken.
“H-hello? Can you hear me?” he asks, brows furrowing. He moves his face closer to the camera, “Hello?!”
You laugh warmly at how he acts like nearness to a screen will render the 11,000 miles that sit between you obsolete.
“I can hear you, Sho,” you smile.
The sigh of relief that falls from his lips fills you with a quiet affection. Weekly calls like this one have become a ritual for you two in the months since he’d left for Brazil. Despite the twelve-hour time difference from Japan, he’d been adamant about keeping contact. In high school, when he’d broken the news about leaving, he made a promise to call you every chance he got. You’d initially doubted his ability to follow through, but he’s since sorely proven you wrong.
You should’ve never doubted him in the first place. A broken promise from Shoyo is almost unheard of.
He’s good like that.
“So, ho—?” you begin.
The words lose themselves when he starts at the same time, “I was wond—“
“Oh!” he exclaims, eyes widening, and he clamps a hand over his mouth to stop mid-sentence.
You chuckle, and despite yourself, you wonder if he acts this endearing with everyone he calls.
You hope not.
The two of you may only be friends, but you like to think this is a part of him he reserves only for you.
A therapist may call that delusion, and you’d probably have to agree with them on that front.
“Uh—“ you clear your throat, “How have you been?”
—a/n: sry this is all i have cuz i never finished it lol
Nosy Sunday: 1. What hobby/activity do you keep saying you’ll take up when you retire? 2. How many posts are in your drafts right now [*whispers* post one] 3. What’s an achievement big or small that you’re really proud of?
1) crochet 2) too many to count lol 3) i got a full time job offer recently so im very proud of that…esp cuz the job market is so bad rn
here is a snippet of a shoyo draft i never finished since u asked for it.
wow thinking of reader and gojo starting to date after geto’s defection but the relationship’s doomed from the start since the only reason u guys get together is cuz ur fruitlessly searching for suguru in each other
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₊˚ෆ thinking about how disgustingly in love you are with your boyfriend, hinata shoyo | wc: 952 | fluff (sfw) | gn!reader x ts!hinata shoyo | mlist
THE BRAZILIAN SUN beats down on your back, beads of sweat dripping down your swimsuit-clad skin. Your bare feet carry you along the familiar sand-lined path of your local beach, and you pay no mind to how they burn under the hot ground.
When you reach the end of the walkway, you spot your boyfriend, Hinata Shoyo. He’s by the volleyball nets, as always. And you can tell he’s just finished a match from how his chest heaves and eyes blaze with a resolute glow.
You laugh. He’ll stay out here all night if you don’t steal him away now.
“Sho!” you call, waving as you jog toward him.
He looks up, face flushed a brilliant scarlet, and it reminds you of the tomatoes you spent ages slicing for dinner last night. You two had originally planned on going out, you’d even chosen a place, but the thought of that disappeared once Shoyo burst into your shared apartment with tousled hair and hands full of burstingly ripe fruit.
You smile at the memory. If you focus hard enough, you can still taste the vibrant flavors of the salad you made just for him– the crunchy hearts of palm, the sharp, tangy vinaigrette. You can still feel Shoyo’s nearness, see his lovestruck gaze from across the table, smell his sun-stained hair.
He made you glad you stayed in. He made your sore fingers worth it.
“Hey!” he beams, still presumably breathless from playing, “I thought you had work today.”
“I called out.”
He hums, mouth making an animated ‘o’ shape. Behind you, you hear a resonant whistle echo across the courts. Another match is starting. Shoyo twitches at the sound. You bite back a laugh.
There’s something about being around him that makes you incapable of not smiling. It’s like his secret superpower.
“Got any time for me today?” you ask, cheeks already aching.
You gasp when he swoops you up into his arms, capturing your lips in a warm kiss. The scent of the aloe vera you’d rubbed on his sunburns this morning tickles your nose and sends heat through you.
His touch is a thousand times hotter than any Brazilian summer.
He pulls away too soon. The loss of feeling has you aching for more, and you know he can tell from how his head reels back with laughter.
“I always have time for you,” he grins, his thumb brushing a stray eyelash from your face.
It’s not long before you two are lying out across the sun-warmed sand, your hands tracing Shoyo’s hair with soft affection as he rests between your plush thighs. You sigh, gazing out to admire the picturesque horizon. The sun lumbers in the distance, slowly casting brilliant orange hues across the sandy landscape. Waves from the endless ocean crash in the background, and you hum in contentment.
You could stay here forever.
Eventually, your eyes lead back to Shoyo, who’s stretched out on you like a lazy golden retriever, tucked comfortably in your grasp. You cherish the calm still of this moment, using it to marvel at his handsome features. His azure tank top lines his rigid frame perfectly, revealing all his strong lines and tanned skin. It makes your heart swell.
You can’t believe he’s yours.
“Hey,” you murmur, biting back a smile, “I got you something.”
His ears perk with curiosity, “You did?”
You nod, lips twitching up. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
He doesn’t hesitate. With the enthusiasm of a child waiting for a surprise, he springs up from your lap and spins around to face you. His eyes squeeze shut, body practically buzzing with excitement.
You go to fish the object out of your bag, and your fingers wrap around a braided leather necklace tucked at the bottom. As you bring it out, you’re suddenly all too aware of how simple the piece is. The cheap beads and thin fabric don’t seem worthy of his infectious glee.
“Uh– it’s not much, but I saw it and thought of you,” you say sheepishly, tenderly pressing the jewelry into his palms.
He opens his eyes, glancing down at the necklace. For a moment, he pauses. You swallow hard, breath catching.
Then, he laughs.
“I love it!” he exclaims, surging forward to attack you with kisses. “You always give the best gifts.”
You bite your cheek, face warming. “It’s just something I got from a street vendor. I’ll get you something better later–”
“No,” he shakes his head, “This is perfect.”
“I’m glad you like it, Sho,” you smile, relief spreading across your body.
You gesture for him to turn around, and he obeys right away. Your fingers brush the nape of his neck as you clasp the necklace around his skin, your lingering touch soft and gentle.
“Thanks,” he sighs, still facing the sun but now tilting his head back to look at you.
He stares at you with a sudden intensity that makes you shiver, eyes boring into yours. It’s filled with a revere that steals your breath away. It’s the same look he gives you before you share a meal together, or when you’re curled under the covers about to turn in for the night. It’s a look he reserves only for you.
“I love you,” he says, voice low and dripping with sincerity.
Your chest floods with emotion, so full it hurts. You’re overwhelmed by how much being with Shoyo makes you feel. He always manages to make your heart tug with a powerful ache. His simple devotion and unwavering joy fills you with a thirst for more. He makes you want more. Always.
But you’ll settle with watching the sunset together for now.
-> pairing: miya atsumu x gn!reader | sfw | cw: reader wears makeup, u guys r flirty asf, i wrote this in a trance so it’s not proofread | wc: 849 | genre: fluff | mlist
-> synopsis: doing your boyfriend’s makeup and the other things that follow…
“Tsumu! Stop squirming.”
Your hand rests firmly on his jaw, keeping him still. Gripping the sharp ridge of his face for leverage, you carefully apply eyeliner along your boyfriend’s lid. Atsumu's breath is warm against you, and his cheeks are tinged pink from the blush you’d placed on him moments before. Beneath your grip, you feel him twitching against your rigid touch.
“But it feels weird.” He whines, twitching, fighting the urge to break free. Pouting, his eyes dart to yours. “Can’t believe ya roped me into doin’ this.”
You giggle, repositioning yourself in his lap. The pen is poised in your hand as you lean in to continue your skillful strokes. His breath hitches as you do so, and you revel in the power you have over him.
“Almost done.” You coo, “I swear.”
Finishing the last touch of eyeliner, you hum in delight at your handiwork and reach across the way for gloss. Atsumu’s lips curl in disgust and he jerks his head away.
“Yer not puttin’ that on me.”
Scoffing, you ignore his protests and untwist the cap. “Stop being a baby. You love it when I wear this stuff.”
“Yeah, key-word: you.” He reasons, groaning in indignation, “I gotta stop lettin’ you talk me into doin’ weird shit.”
“Men wearing lipgloss is not weird.” You giggle, pressing against him as you inch closer to his face. Your hands wave the applicator in front of him enticingly to no avail as he continues to look at the object like it’s a threat.
“C’mon.” You sing, voice honeyed. “If you’re good– I’ll give you a reward.”
His brows raise, curiosity painting his features. Body language changing in an instant, he puckers his lips dramatically in your direction.
“Why didn’t ya tell me that before?” He says, eyes glistening with a bright mirth. His lips morph from puckered to a dopey grin as if he can’t help but smile at the thought of his reward. “If ya had, it would’ve made this process a lot easier.”
“Would it have?” You hum, coyly. Pleased by the obliging mood he’s now in, you tilt his chin up and brush the gloss over his full lips with deliberate care. When you pull away, he poses, and you throw your head back in a hearty laugh.
You wrap your hands around his shoulders and shudder at the feeling of them– broad and sturdy in your grasp. In the still of the moment, you let yourself drink him in.
He looks really good.
His striking features are cut by the softness of the makeup. The streaks of contour and glossy lips compliment him and make him look unreal. Your heart swells from the knowledge that only you could have enough sway to do this to him.
To have and to hold Atsumu like this is a pleasure that belongs only to you.
“You’re so pretty like this.” You murmur, thumb tracing his bottom lip. The gloss smudges from your touch, but you think he looks better when he’s a little messy.
His nose scrunches. “I hate when ya call me pretty. Say I’m handsome, or somethin’ like everyone else.”
Despite the playfulness of the moment, there’s a slight tremor in his breath that feels so intimate your knees shake. There’s a tenseness in his shoulders that hints at the impact of your compliment. It fills your stomach with something warm and greedy.
“But I love calling you pretty.” You grin, trying to stay composed as his strong arms snake around your waist and pull you taut against him. Hand moving to touch his chest, you gaze longingly into his eyes. “Especially when you have makeup on. It makes me want to give you the princess treatment.”
He whistles, hands rubbing up your sides. You’re in such close proximity that you can just catch how the rise and fall of his chest speeds up when he receives the compliment.
Eyes darkening, he hums thoughtfully. “And what’s the princess treatment?”
You don’t reply. Leaning in, you capture his lips in a slow, sticky kiss. He grunts at the feeling and immediately deepens it, instantly stealing the domineering role from you. The dissonance between his aggressive movements and the taste of the strawberry gloss sends shivers down your spine.
You pull away before it gets too heated, and he groans, chasing after your lips.
“Stop fuckin’ with me.” He mewls, staring at you like a distressed child being denied his favorite toy. “I hate bein’ teased.”
“I’m not.” You purr, one hand tracing his chest while the other reaches for your back pocket where your phone resides. “I just want a picture of you in your makeup before we mess it up too much.”
Before you can open the camera app, his hand grabs your wrist.
“Who’re ya gonna show that picture to?” He probes, whiney.
Your lips quirk up, “No one. It’s for my personal collection.”
His eyes narrow before sighing and releasing you from his hold.
“Yer so weird.” He huffs, but the soft blush on the tips of his ears and the warm affection in his eyes tell you that he doesn’t really mind.
—a/n: he’s just ur silly, loser, whiney bf guys how could u hate him…
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omg hi long time no see. can i get makhina for ur little event pls!!! hehe :3
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MAKHINA MY BABIES!! YES YES EYS
makhina --
ingredient: tangerine -- HOW could i not. im sry i had to sdlkfjsod but HONESTLY like it works!!! tangerines aren't as big and juicy in terms of scent as a traditional sweet orange, nor as tangy/tea-like as bergamot, it's like... small and "poppy", and kind of fizzles as well. it's bright and sweet and tangy and it adds a delicious pop of flavor and color to everything that it's in -- and it should come as no surprise that it's really popular in a lot of summer-scents! it's so joyful and brilliant and just... ugh, it's way too good!
fragrance: tangerine boy by phlur -- AGAIN i couldn't help myself!!! but i love this fragrance for you guys bc it's not just bright and cute, it's also very warm and floral. there's a bubbling of black pepper and bergamot at the top. it's just a fragrance that radiates happiness. the amber at the base gives it a stability and a lingering heat on the skin (just like sunlight... heheh) and the moss adds to the depth of the fragrance, making it not "just" a fruity fragrance but something a bit more... grown up? like i know it's called "tangerine boy" but if/when you smell the fragrance, it's a bit more mature/sophisticated than you might first assume it is.
inspiration: i think it's pretty obvious hahaha but also i think that like... there's a reason that the tangerine imagery works so well with hinata and also with makhina -- i think that the two of you would be so cute together, and like so bubbly -- every day would be an adventure, even when you're just at home making eggs or something, somehow, you'd both figure out a way to make it fun. i think the depth of the fragrance represents how deep the relationship between you goes, and the solidness of the foundation beneath that relationship -- like beneath all the romance, you and hinata are the best of friends, and it's comes out in all the different ways you show each other love <3