#@jin

[monpoesia]

[hyvcker]

goodnight jin luv u spicy man

[iloveyousinceiwas6]

the people love jin...the angels love jin..flowers love jin...butterflies love jin...fruit trees love jin...honey bees love jin...babies love jin...newborn fawns love jin...instruments new n old love jin...the beach loves jin...the mountains love jin...the woodland loves jin..the open meadow loves jin...the highest flying birds love jin...the most elusive creatures in the deepest sea love jin...the most unearthy forces on the earth love jin...the transcendental transcends transcendence 4 jin

[jinsluvr-archive]

u know how sometimes when jin blinks he frowns n scrunches up his face…..cute

[yurens]

i'm a loyal woman so it's always kuroo <3

is this a subtweet dhkshfjdjdjd

kuroo: 1

suna: 2

i have two hands: jin

[aftersamu]

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 @sweetkeiji

iwaizumi has never been the most... traditionally affectionate person, but that doesn't mean he isn't. his affection is sitting at his desk doing homework while you skip through song after song, and switch playlist after playlist.

his affection is grabbing onto your sleeves when in a crowded place, straightening out your jewellery, spending his weekends off from volleyball with you.

iwaizumi still isn't a traditionally affectionate person, he's quiet, the one who steals glances from across the room, the one who's birthday gifts are never the most extravagant or expensive but the most thoughtful.

he didn't know that those feelings buried beneath him, the ones where his heart picks up whenever he sees you, the feelings when he feels electricity – a spark – whenever he touches you, those repressed feelings that he always believed to be love, but the type of love a person feels towards their family, their best friends, their dog.

he hasn't realised that the love he's feeling is, in fact, the other one... until now.

friday night, and you've asked him to join you and a group of friends to one of those arcades that have a bowling alley in them and laser tag. the type of arcade with a diner that serves too greasy pizza and the sweetest milkshakes.

iwaizumi wasn't going to say no, he hadn't seen you all week because of how busy his schedule was, and he did not want over ten years of friendship fizzle out in a week.

and maybe it's the way you look at him from across the room, how you always return to his side with a smile and a remark up your sleeve. "you're scaring off the children who want to play flappy bird," you joke, "it's like you're guarding this machine with your life."

"well, i don't know what else to do," iwaizumi shrugs. "i don't want to come in between you and your friends, and i like it here."

"hajime, you're my friend, you know that right?" you tease him, "and i think it's time to part with this machine, there's a photo booth we haven't been in yet."

you hold out your hand for him and he naturally entwines your fingers together – ignoring the rush of lighting that had run up his arm or the quickening pace of his heart, he sighs, "lead the way."

the photo booth is small, cramped, and it all goes by far too fast. it's hard for him to remember anything other than the flashes in his mind, the sound of your laughter that erupts after each photo, and how you rush to think of a pose to do.

the only instance of which time seems to slow is when he looks down at you – returning a stolen glance, one he's very familiar with. it's a brief interaction, where your eyes meet for a split second before time catches up and begins to move again.

iwaizumi may not be the best at catching clues, or the best at affection at times, but even he couldn't deny that this was more than platonic friendship, and it's scary.

hihi! sorry this took so long !!!

[persimmonteas]

every person who tells others to sleep and hydrate are the same exact people who don’t sleep and hydrate themselves