hey everyone! I was tagged by @herababe (thank you! <3) to make a piccrew of me and my fave together! it took me so long to figure out how to do these oml but they’re so cute!

here’s me and pink haired sana (lets all pray for her return)

make sure to check out @herababe​‘s post here if you want to see the cutest haseul ever (another fav of mine!)

/squints at you

i would do all three but i’m running low on time due to the end of my shift approaching, so i’ll just do one for now~

8. Seductive kiss

Oikawa is in one of his moods today. Like the darkening clouds on the horizon, something has been hovering around him since that morning. He’s extra obnoxious when he gets like this, overcompensating whatever anxiety has settled in his chest with loud complaints and exaggerated insults. He’s going on one of his rants now, voice light and airy, grin sharp and pointed, like it’s not a big deal but it totally is.

Iwaizumi doesn’t know what’s wrong, and the last couple times he’s asked, Oikawa has brushed off his concern with a laugh. He’s starting to get irritated, but he knows throwing a volleyball at his head isn’t the right response, this time. He’s not being annoying to needle someone or exploit a weakness. He’s genuinely upset.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi says, cutting Oikawa off mid-sentence. He takes Oikawa’s elbow, pulling him to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk. He doesn’t check to see if anyone is around, only moves on instinct, grabbing the front of Oikawa’s jersey and yanking him the few centimeters down to press a kiss onto his startled mouth.

Oikawa jolts, but Iwaizumi keeps a firm grip on him, deepening the kiss, drawing it out, long and slow, until Oikawa begins to relax, returning it somewhat tentatively, unsure of what it means or why Iwaizumi’s giving it. Oikawa doesn’t need to understand the why. He just needs something else to concentrate on. Something to pull him away from those dark clouds.

Iwaizumi licks past Oikawa’s parted lips, drawing a soft sound from him, as their tongues meet. He lingers only a moment longer, before pulling away slowly, allowing the contact to continue until the last possible moment when he breaks it.

He takes a step back, and watches Oikawa’s eyes flutter open, a pink flush coloring his cheeks. He stares, lips still parted and wet from the kiss. “Iwa-chan?” he squeaks, clearing his throat immediately afterwards, embarrassed.

Iwaizumi turns away, his own face on fire, the heat spreading to his ears and down the back of his neck. “Just … shut up for a moment,” he mutters, hurrying forward quickly.

Oikawa follows, silent now, and Iwaizumi hopes that his thoughts are far away from whatever plagued him before. He’s pretty sure his own thoughts aren’t anywhere near where they’d been. Keeping his head down, he continues walking, shoving his hands into his pockets to stop their trembling.

It was only to distract him. That’s all.

Unless …

To be 100% honest I’ve been avoiding tumblr cuz I haven’t seen the newest “the 100” episode yet and want to avoid spoilers >.>

I mean I haven’t been /great/ but yeah that’s why I’ve been absent (I’m only on now cuz I finally sucked it up and filtered the tags. I don’t usually cuz that means I have to unfilter them after and who has time for that)

I do not!

I want to speak Spanish because that is my dad’s native language, and apparently I was pretty fluent as a I child, but my mom is white and she doesn’t speak a lick of it and my dad was gone a lot while I was growing up and I’m not good with learning languages unless i’m immersed in it so ;;; I know very very little Spanish now