[jleijl]

✩ CAN YOU SEE ME?

EI ! ✩ EIGHT-TEEN !

NAVI

⤷ i. ABOUT ii. RULES + DNI iii. M.LIST

TAGS

#ei talks! — i answer asks

#ei’s favs — fav works reblogged

RECENTS

small things — ft. akaashi k.

strawberry cake! — ft. tsukishima k.

hungry! — ft. geto s.

I’M WAITIN’ FOR THE RIGHT TIME ✩

[jleijl]

do you like … remember me

no

[jleijl]

kimi ni todoke third season we r so up

[jenoutof10]

god's chosen emperor 😌🙂‍↕️

originally just ponytail kaiser but hey 🤷 your art will tell you what to draw...

[afyrian]

cupid’s custard ~ kiyoko s. x reader

main m.list status: starting august

you love working at your grandparents’ frozen custard shop. the flavors are delicious and come with a certain town legend. it’s said that anyone who has a taste of the custard will meet their soulmate that same day. your grandparents tried to get you to wait until you were a teenager.. but you couldn’t help but grab a bite at eight. ever since, you’ve wondered where your soulmate is, especially when you start falling for a girl who changes everything.

tags: meet cute, hidden romance, slight misunderstanding, soulmate au warnings: mentions of eating/dessert, little bit of homophobia, smau extras, silly pining taglist: comment/dm/ask box to be tagged

chapters:

[jleijl]

hi guys,…i swear im writing something. please bear with.

[afyrian]

☀️🏠 + post brazil shoyo please !! any format

hope uve been good <3 waited on the event since u posted about it im so excited to see what u write

sunburn soulmates hinata shoyo x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: sunburn + next door neighbor word count: 720 warnings: sunburns masterlist

   rapid knocking rattles the paintings by your front door, your apartment walls thin and weak. your eyebrows furrow curiously at the extreme noise. it takes you a few seconds, but you can recognize the rapid knocking, the heaviness of each knock attributed to one person. it has the same melody every time, even if it’s unintentional on his behalf. 

  you shake your head, smiling to yourself, wondering what your next door neighbor needed. tying the string within your shorts a little tighter, you open the front door, eyes peering at the man in front of you. there your neighbor stands, his skin a deep pink color and some tan lines around his eyes, "shoyo? what happened?"

  the obvious answer pops into your head, but with how burnt he is, it's hard to wonder how this could've happened to him, "we had some beach volleyball games today. do you think you could help me with some aloe vera?"

  "sho.. this looks terrible!" you bring your hand up to your cheek, covering some of your mouth as you shake your head, "i mean i can help, but shoyo this is absolutely terrible! and dangerous, gosh you really have to worry about this kind of stuff!"

  he waddles into your apartment, careful not to bump anything in the fear of feeling the painful sting. you purse your lips as you watch him make his way over to your couch, sitting on your floor in front of it. very rarely has he come over for help like this. however, in those few times, you still found yourselves giving it a certain routine. his legs are crossed, waiting patiently for your help.

  following him over, he hands the bottle of aloe vera to you, it nearly empty from his accidental burns. "your concerns are absolutely valid! we were just out for so long and forgot to check the time," shoyo frowns away from you, yet you feel like you can hear it in his voice. 

  even if neither of you have said it, he always feel bad whenever you worry for him. the anxiety in his heart building equally with yours, not for his own health, but for you. for the stress that he unintentionally causes within you. 

  "next time set a reminder or an alarm or something!! doctor's orders," you dump some of the aloe vera into your hand, stamping it onto his back in different places, trying to get it spaced evenly.

  "ma'am yes ma'am, i'll even call you every time i reapply just so it keeps me accountable," he looks back at you, wincing a little as his neck twists with his head, a smile still somehow making its way to his face, "if you're okay with that, that is."

  you roll your eyes to yourself, leaning forward to spread it across his back. he turns back around before he can see it, unable to see your reaction. however, he can tell that you won't say to no to him, not in a million years you'd say no to him. and he's correct, you mentally preparing yourself to take him off of do not disturb. 

  "yeah it is, you know it is sho. besides, i like having you as my neighbor. you're dependable, kind hearted," you run your hands up his neck, just barely feeling the short hairs right under his hairline. 

  goosebumps run up his back and you can see him shiver a little. the aloe vera creates a cool coating on his skin, rivaling that of the heat that the sun added to his epidermis. "you do? well then i'll have to stick around for a little while longer. plus it seems that msby black jackals is looking for players," he mentions, indicating that he wouldn't be moving back to argentina anytime soon. 

 "you'd stay for little old me?" you question, running your hands down his sides, nearly finished covering his back with aloe vera. 

  "yeah, yeah, i'd stay for little ol’ you," he turns to look at you, unaware of how close you are to him now, nearly off the couch as you lean forward. 

  you stare into his brown eyes, unable to look away from them. there's always been something about your next door neighbor that you couldn't quite escape. particularly the love that he feels for you.

a/n: i’ve been great!! thanks for this prompt, i loved it <33 and i hope i did your idea justice!

[jleijl]

what ethnicity are u :o ur name is really pretty !!!

thank u 🫶🫶 im east asian! :))

[jleijl]

hi ei to my yae ^_^

HEHHEHE HIII HANNI the yae to my ei😆😆❤️❤️

[remindertoclick]

Your Daily Reminder to Click for Palestine!

[jleijl]

oh my god

[jleijl]

SMALL THINGS

summary: akaashi takes comfort in the little things, even till the very last moment.

warnings: ..angst, death from illness

A/N: another rewrite of an old drabble, personally sorry for this! thx jennie poo for sitting on my doc once more

akaashi takes things slow, never for granted. he stops to smell the fresh spring air and takes time to feed the stray cats on the sidewalk. with you, it isn’t any different. he takes his time to know you. most importantly, he takes his time loving you.

akaashi carefully listens to you talk about your interests, and he writes a list of things you like—there’s always a faint scent of carnations clinging to the furniture in your shared apartment but frankly, you don’t even recall telling him your favorite scents.

you’re not too good at noticing the small things.

it wasn’t a bad thing to akaashi at all. after all, he’s more of a do-it-in-silence type of guy. one of his favorite sights is the sincere surprise and excitement etching your face when you receive something you’ve been eyeing for a long time. how did you know? just a hunch, he always replies; it’s enough for him, more than enough even.

so when you don’t comment on how he isn’t home as often anymore or how the bedsheets smell less and less like him, he’s grateful, grateful that you can live seemingly fine without him. he smiles to himself while buying a white card and an obscure amount of gifts to leave in his wake.

do you need help carrying all that, sir? a couple of folks offer. a polite shake of his head was all that was necessary to break up the crowd around him.

i’m fine.

akaashi knows damn well he isn’t. every glance into the mirror reflects a paler version of himself. moving seems a lot more tiring than usual. his joints ache in a different, more permanent way. he’s shivering in his own skin.

akaashi is a patient person but these days, with all the change, he’s allowed himself to be a little more selfish. when you come home, his face flushes a gentle pink. when he’s with you, he feels slightly less cold, slightly less tired. when you touch him, it feels like a chain reaction sets off in his body, so familiar and lovely.

he feels alive again.

the guilt he feels is unbearable, but the thought of losing your smile was more so. for now, he wants to allow himself some serenity before he goes, even if that meant leaving you in the dark. akaashi melts into your touch, sorry as much as he is grateful, savoring it before he loses it for good.

can i be a little selfish?

it’s not like you’d known that’d be the last time you got to hold him; you only look at him, curious, before nodding. he smiled weakly—it was all he could muster up—before closing his eyes again and you assumed he was being his romantic poetic self.

only now that you stood by akaashi, who was resting, did it make a little more sense. a sick floral scent you two had once enjoyed together wafted through the cemetery’s thick air. a bundle of pink lies atop his dirt blanket.

pink carnations: remembrance of the deceased. but you refused to surrender to that meaning. instead, you opted for the other, less morbid one:

i’ll never forget you.

[afyrian]

passing ships w/ oikawa | wc: 330 masterlist

    every morning, without fail, you find yourself at a quaint café. not due to the delicious coffee, or the memorable cheese and spinach empanadas. even the amazing view of the sun rising over the ocean's tide couldn't convince you to go so frequently. seeing him, though, that's reason enough. 

  he walks in so confidently, pushing his sunglasses onto his head. he always orders with a suave tone, making sure he talks to each barista like they're the love of his life. and every day when they call out his name, you think to yourself, i could hear oikawa every day of my life. 

  yet neither of you say anything to the other. you've never had the courage. standing up and talking to him meant leaving the homey bubble that you so desperately built for yourself. talking to him meant that this fantasy you've built around a stranger would crumble, the idea of him would crumble.

  he's never talked to you because you've become a comfort in his morning routine. he walks into the café, glances over at you, and can feel his heart rate rise a little. a blip in his daily routine that so greatly affects it, changing that, well, it would change everything.

  one morning though, neither of you can claim the idea of passing ships. not when you're running out the door with your hair messy, clothes still wrinkled from wasting away in your basket. you hurry for the café, checking the time periodically on your watch to make sure that you can get there on time. 

  you take in a deep breath, trying to seem like you weren't just running for your life for a small routine. and right as you're pulling at the front door, someone steps forward, knocking into you. his coffee spills over your shirt, dripping down onto your shoes, "watch where you're-"

  quickly your gaze flickers at the man's face and it's your ship. the ship that has finally crashed into you, "...going."

[jleijl]

how big of a fraud am i for going to watch the bllk movie when i havent watched a single episode

[jleijl]

I LOVE YOUR WORK SM ILY >O<

I LOVE UUUU!!!! >_<❤️

[jleijl]

SMALL THINGS

summary: akaashi takes comfort in the little things, even till the very last moment.

warnings: ..angst, death from illness

A/N: another rewrite of an old drabble, personally sorry for this! thx jennie poo for sitting on my doc once more

akaashi takes things slow, never for granted. he stops to smell the fresh spring air and takes time to feed the stray cats on the sidewalk. with you, it isn’t any different. he takes his time to know you. most importantly, he takes his time loving you.

akaashi carefully listens to you talk about your interests, and he writes a list of things you like—there’s always a faint scent of carnations clinging to the furniture in your shared apartment but frankly, you don’t even recall telling him your favorite scents.

you’re not too good at noticing the small things.

it wasn’t a bad thing to akaashi at all. after all, he’s more of a do-it-in-silence type of guy. one of his favorite sights is the sincere surprise and excitement etching your face when you receive something you’ve been eyeing for a long time. how did you know? just a hunch, he always replies; it’s enough for him, more than enough even.

so when you don’t comment on how he isn’t home as often anymore or how the bedsheets smell less and less like him, he’s grateful, grateful that you can live seemingly fine without him. he smiles to himself while buying a white card and an obscure amount of gifts to leave in his wake.

do you need help carrying all that, sir? a couple of folks offer. a polite shake of his head was all that was necessary to break up the crowd around him.

i’m fine.

akaashi knows damn well he isn’t. every glance into the mirror reflects a paler version of himself. moving seems a lot more tiring than usual. his joints ache in a different, more permanent way. he’s shivering in his own skin.

akaashi is a patient person but these days, with all the change, he’s allowed himself to be a little more selfish. when you come home, his face flushes a gentle pink. when he’s with you, he feels slightly less cold, slightly less tired. when you touch him, it feels like a chain reaction sets off in his body, so familiar and lovely.

he feels alive again.

the guilt he feels is unbearable, but the thought of losing your smile was more so. for now, he wants to allow himself some serenity before he goes, even if that meant leaving you in the dark. akaashi melts into your touch, sorry as much as he is grateful, savoring it before he loses it for good.

can i be a little selfish?

it’s not like you’d known that’d be the last time you got to hold him; you only look at him, curious, before nodding. he smiled weakly—it was all he could muster up—before closing his eyes again and you assumed he was being his romantic poetic self.

only now that you stood by akaashi, who was resting, did it make a little more sense. a sick floral scent you two had once enjoyed together wafted through the cemetery’s thick air. a bundle of pink lies atop his dirt blanket.

pink carnations: remembrance of the deceased. but you refused to surrender to that meaning. instead, you opted for the other, less morbid one:

i’ll never forget you.

[tricodekus]

baby tsukki 🍰