[mintmetal]

# mint. they/ she. 21. intp . eng lit .

— '𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙉 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙔𝙊𝙐' ! ‘

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[mmeebbzz]

thank you Raphael Bob-Waksberg for yet another heart-wrenchingly human story about being fucked up by an inescapable dynamic.

[rebmoging]

Hey, remember when Avi said that if he got sick it was probably his fault and he deserved it? Do you think he got that from Naomi?

Remember how the (presumably) last time Naomi saw Avi she left the intervention believing she was a bad mother?

Do you think when Naomi caught Covid she thought that she deserved it because she was a bad mother?

Do you think Naomi died thinking she deserved it because she was a bad mother?

I think about that a lot.

[kindofwriter]

If you want to watch Long Story Short in chronological order

(because I do)

9. Honouring Naomi Schwartz (2002)

1. Yoshi's Bar Mitzvah (2004)

7. Kendra's Job (2007)

3. There's a Mattress In There (2013)

2. Hannah's Dance Recital (2014)

5. Yoshi and Baby (2015)

8. The Intervention (2019)

4. Shira Can't Cook (2021)

6. Wolves (2021)

10. Uncle Barry (2022)

[mintmetal]

pairing: iwaizumi x fem! reader

contains: smut, oral (fem! receiving)

iwaizumi eats you out to relieve his stress.

he likes the way you moan sweet in his ear when he curls his fingers deep into your cunt, sucking on your clit like it is a well of something sweet. he’ll stroke his fingers so deep it makes you dumb, dragging on the velvet of your walls until tears cling onto your eyelashes and your toes curl. the lewd sound your pussy makes with your arousal takes the exhaustion of the day from his shoulders, tongue lapping up at your folds until you’re cumming so hard you see stars. when he pulls away, his chin is wet with it, your cum, and he licks his fingers clean, moaning, forgetting about whatever is was that had bothered him in the first place.

[mintmetal]

“my heart belongs only to you,” sakusa mutters against your neck, hands squeezing your hips with a divine tenderness. there’s an old cd playing from the living room, soft jazz— the kind that inspires rhythm into your bones. you’re not so much dancing as you are swaying, your arms thrown over his shoulders as you revel in the pink-evening light catching effervescently in the kitchen. how it illuminates the scene, makes you feel like a dream, floating and in love, is magic, and you can’t help but melt into it. “forever and always.”

when he draws back, dark eyes glinting like tourmaline, like glass smoothed by the sea— he is smiling, softly, gentle at the edges. you bring a hand to rest against his jaw, and he preens into your touch. “i love you,” you say, and you mean it so much it makes your heart ache with the weight of it, “so much.”

and then he’s stooping his head down to kiss you, mouth red and stained with wine, and you think you’ve found it— eternal happiness.

[kentoangel]

miya atsumu loves watching you apply red lipstick in front of your vanity because he loves what comes afterwards.

“hey, atsu — can you come over here?”

and like an obedient puppy, he compiles and places his big hands on your waist. “what’s up, doll face?”

you kiss his cheeks first, then his nose and his forehead and his jawline and even his neck — and you finish with his lips and you breathlessly smile. giggle. “i needed to blot off the extra lipstick.”

he stares at you as if you’ve created the universe.

[mintmetal]

— HAIKYUU!! HEADCANNONS !

&. how he asks for your affections (ft kuroo, oikawa, akaashi, yamaguchi.)

[winterfawnnn]

Ornella Muti in Primo Amore (1978)

[mintmetal]

— 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙎𝙆𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 !

ft: kuroo, oikawa, akaashi, yamaguchi

KUROO— he never truly asks for your attention. rather, he presses his nose underneath your jaw as you’re both snoozing on the couch together, the tv rolling in the background. he’s gently grazing his lips on the centre of your neck where you like to be kissed most. it’s a gentle surge of affection from him, and it doesn’t mean anything other than he wants you to know he’s missing your touch. with a smile, you drag your fingers across his scalp, fingers parting through his dark mass or hair, and he hums happily into your skin.

OIKAWA— oikawa prefers to make it known that he desires to have your affections. he’ll sigh dramatically from the bed as you’re rooting through your drawers for a pair of shorts. you’re only in his t-shirt, after stepping out of the shower, hair still wet, glinting in the lamplight, and oikawa thinks it’s particularly awful that he isn’t combing his fingers through it, kissing the space of shoulder that slips from his too-big shirt.

“baby,” he’ll whine, and you don’t need to look at him to know that he’s pouting, eyebrows furrowed at the epicentre of his forehead, lip jut out dramatically in the way that gets him everything he wants. “i miss you.”

the laugh you emit is like honey, cloying in his ears. “but i’m right here?”

of course, that hardly means much to your boyfriend, who is as needy as they come. not that you mind, though. you shake your head at him, turning on your heel to face him. sure enough, he’s making puppy dog eyes at you, big and brown and full of wanting.

you can’t help but melt.

“c’mere baby. waited too long to hold you,” and he’s opening his arms for you to fit into them, just like you were made to do, and you think, how could you say no that?

AKAASHI — when he comes home after a long evening, there is only one thing he yearns for. it’s routine, now, how you greet him with a kiss after he shucks off his jacket and places his shoes neatly next to yours. still, when you throw your arms around his neck, and graze your nose delicately against his, just like you always do, his heart still flutters in his chest like it’s the first time.

“i missed you,” he’ll say, closing his eyes like a cat in the sun, letting your fingers stroke the nape of his neck. he holds your waist with steady hands, drawing you ever closer. “thought about you all day.”

and he did, you know, just as you did him, as you step up onto your toes to kiss the exhaustion away from his mouth.

YAMAGUCHI— he pokes his head into the bedroom just after lunch. you’d eaten together like you always do, but you’d retired to the bed to get some shut eye while he’d decided to study. “hi my love,” he says shyly, “are you still awake?”

you hum from your fortress of blankets, “something wrong?” you ask sweetly, a yawn growing somewhere in your chest. sleep had not yet befallen you, but your eyelids were slowly becoming heavy with it.

“no— i was just. um. is it okay if we nap together?”

your heart swells a tenfold, as you lift the duvet for him to settle in beside you. he does so wordlessly, coming in to cradle you against his chest, and it’s just what you need to finally drift off to sleep.

[museenkuss]

dreamy, dishevelled, delicate.

affectionate doll girlfriends @ Vivienne Westwood Spring 2015

[mintmetal]

yachi hitoka doodles your name next to hers whenever she finds the time to do so. it’s always surrounded by hearts and stars and poorly drawn daffodils, on the edge of her napkin or on her receipts or, embarrassingly , her homework.

if you ever have a keen enough eye to spot it, her face will explode in an array of pinks as she tries in vain to distract you from it. “n—no,” she’ll stammer, hands frantically waving in the air, “it’s not what you think!”

but, she’s a terrible liar. when you lean over to press a kiss on her cheek, you watch her falter for a moment, eyes wide with stars. she’ll clutch the space your lips had been when you pull back with a smile at the corner of your lips, and when you say, “i think it’s cute,” you watch her practically melt into a puppy love puddle.

[mintmetal]

iwaizumi does the clasp of your heel for you. he’ll sit down on a chair and tap his thigh for you to rest it on, and when you do he’ll press a kiss to your knee; your ankle, handling the clasp with care. when you thank him, he’s smiling up at you, “anything for my pretty girl,” he’ll say, and it makes you swoon every time.

[mintmetal]

yamaguchi makes sure to kiss you before he leaves for work in the morning, right on the mouth. nevermind that you still taste like last nights yakisoba because you haven’t brushed your teeth yet, or that your breath is still warm from sleep. he’s so enamoured by the way your nose crinkles as he does it, eyes fluttering open, hand coming to rest comfortably at the nape of his neck to keep him steady as he leans over you— finds it so cute— that he’ll brave through it.

the things he does for love, he thinks, smiling into your mouth.

[mintmetal]

iwaizumi tucks your hair behind your ears because he likes looking at you. the smile you give him when he tells you that he thinks you’re beautiful; the way your eyes crinkle at the edges when he brings his hands to your waist. he could look at you forever and discover an infinite amount of reasons to keep looking.

[mintmetal]

tsukishima stroking his thumbs underneath your eyes before he kisses you, just to admire the way they glint in moonlight. he thinks you’re so pretty, looking up at him through your lashes, lips twinkling from where you’d licked them in anticipation. it feels like an eternity, but when he dips his head to connect his mouth to yours, you sigh happily against him, hands braced against his chest so you can feel the way his heart betrays his cool demeanour, as it skips a beat.

[thewildbelladonna]

Rumours tour, 1977.

© Bob West