#nc.love

[myelocin]

love to me is finally knowing that the spaces between my fingers were made perfectly for him and it just…. clicks u know + i like how i’m always up for anything if i’m being pressured + kei kei kei kei

i love u nic 😚💕

me crying pt 45 tonite all yall ENABLERS

love, is this. 

it’s tsukishima kei, and the afternoons you spend with him. a little boy who puffs his cheeks and tugs at your hand with his left and at kei’s with his right when he wants to ask for cotton candy again. it’s the laugh that rings in your ears and the smile from the boy with the most golden eyes that has you reminded of the true sort of love that the world is capable of giving you. love is the slow click; like the final puzzle piece finally settling in its rightful place, and the echo it leaves in your heart and his. 

love, where a picture frame consists of you, and him, and the boy with the smiling face and the traces of cotton candy stick on the corner of his lips. and it’s the same for kei, because he knows that this truly is love when he comes home one day, something creme brulee in the box for dessert instead of the strawberry shortcake he would have preferred. 

(love becomes sacrifices for a minute, but ultimately transforms to the reward that is the smile on your face and the welcome home from the little boy that is half of you and half of him.)

[myelocin]

love makes me feel... feelings. + i love myself when i smell like berry baby powder hdndnf it makes me feel nice ok + atsumu ig ily nob 🤍

u smell like my 4 year old twin nephews

love, is this. 

it’s miya atsumu, you, and a little girl born on april the 16th. it’s the late night mcdonalds run and her carseat filled with stickers because you know she always comes back from daycare with a fresh pack. love is looking at the sky and being reminded that life and love can truly be this grand and this beautiful. it’s miya atsumu kissing your cheek and telling you “i love you,” again and again even though you already have a ring on your finger, a home with a couple of rooms, and a daughter that smiles like you and dances like him. love, then, was freeing, but now love becomes home. 

it’s this.

it’s the little neighborhood with the flowershop at the corner of the street close to your home that atsumu jogs to everyday just to get you a bouquet of the carnations you danced around in your wedding. 

and for atsumu, it’s the same. for him, love will always be the girl who tells him she’s wide awake one minute despite falling asleep the next.

(in short love is our world)

[myelocin]

love to me makes me feel breathless, giddy, a total sap love also feels like crisp morning air in fall w the sun peaking out from the skyline!! something i love about myself is how considerate i am for others and how bubbly i can be and for the character either atsumu or oikawa (they both got my heart anyways 🙄🤲🏼💗)

love, is this.

it’s wiping the sweat from oikawa’s face after the morning run he always goes to every day. it’s his face, close to yours, and the smile that breaks like the sun breaking through the dawn, its radiance unrivaled. it’s your eyeroll that has him laughing one minute before his lips are on your cheek the very next just so he can hear you whine out his name in the kind of voice that fills his heart with love, and his stomach with butterflies. love is the morning, and the momentary peace that comes with it. the quiet that starts the day, and the cup of something warm shared over light conversation and smiling eyes from across a table. 

[myelocin]

Love for me is when you write; love, love is this in your fics and when Makki falls asleep on your favorite blanket lol. Hmm for real; love for me is peace instead of butterflies, it is seeing that person in daily things and feeling peace no matter what, I like how my first instinct is to care for people unless they deserve rage + ushijima?

DFJKHSDFJKSDH YEA IM V REDUNDANT W LANGUAGE NSDFJSHA TEAR THANK U FOR MENTIONING MAKKI ILY 

love, is this.

ushijima wakatoshi and that peace that blankets the world, or your world, the few minutes you settle in bed right before you sleep. it’s him smelling like his shampoo and the toothpaste you both share. it’s you settled in bed, maybe a book or your phone in hand and the smile you two share from across the room as he makes his way from the bathroom to the bed. it’s the sound of clicking the tv off followed by the bed dipping to accommodate his weight as wakatoshi settles in beside you. love is kissing the side of your forehead goodnight and you turning to kiss him on the cheek back with a smile on your face that reminds him of home every single time. 

love is the now, the little things that are unique to the both of you, and the peace that settles in your heart and his alike. 

[myelocin]

love is waking up and being excited to see the person you love, and when you see them your day just brightens. its insides jokes and bright smiles, and when you lock eyes with them it feels as though time stops. i love my hair bc its naturally wavy (feels strange to say that abt myself lol) fav character would be suga or tendou !!

i read your ask after this one btw!! ;w;

love, is this. 

it’s satori feeling how intimate forgiveness really is. and it’s you, teaching him that forgiveness truly does come with love. it’s his face that hides in the crook of your neck and shoulder as he cries and tells you i love you, and thank you over and over again. your hands rubbing circles on his back and your own sniffles sounding more and more like his. love, where you face eachother with smiles on your faces and another inside joke being the reason why another smile is already forming at the tip of your tongue and his. the laugh that breaks the silence as he presses his forehead flush against yours, his fingers finally intertwining with your own, the glow of his eyes under the dim lights telling you thank you and i love you again.

(you squeeze his hand and tell him another joke and satori feels his heart squeeze just a bit more because he knows its your own way of telling him thank you and i love you too.)

[myelocin]

Love makes me feel like I'm asking for too much and too little all at once, ig? Because I look for love that lasts. It doesn't need to be fancy and flowery, as long as it's everlasting, unwavering. But isn't 'forever' a price people deem too high to pay? I bore through his eyes, seeking an eternity in a fleeting moment that is life. + I fear, but I fight + hehe husband *cough cough*

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i need my xakusa fix so

love, is this.

it’s sakusa kiyoomi understanding you seemingly better than he understands himself. it’s his lips on yours, despite the tremble that comes with the sadness that couples with moments of vulnerability. it’s his steady hand against your own, and the direction he leads you to that has you seeing the world from a different summit. it’s the neighborhood that you and him settled in, where you know the foundations have been built on love and life alike. it’s sakusa making you a meal and having you eat with him at the table despite you arguing with him that you need to get back up and get more work done. 

love doesn’t become forever, because he thinks forever is only a word to describe a lifetime. instead, he shows you that this love, is eternity. it’s kissing the inside of your wrists and laying himself as bare as you are because he feels his world tilt with the epiphany that strikes him.

(it’s that he’s so, so, inlove with you and this.)

love, for the both of you is patience. and healing. and a hand that guides you to a summit where the grand view is in the shape of home.

[myelocin]

Love for me is remembering the details in what each other loves. Thinking of them as u go about your day doing things, even when you aren’t next to them. And it’s being able to sit in silence with them and still feel content. U know who I love <333 — 💪🥭

love, is this.

it’s the little details in life that has you remembering that this life is truly as unique as it is your own. it’s the daycare with the children you’ve known since they’ve been in diapers and the man with the white hair and gentle eyes that laugh and smile with you during your becoming. it’s patience, with the way he grabs a little sticker and sticks it in the notes he always leaves for you inside the bento box you prepare for him every morning before work. it’s the stolen kisses shared, the smiles under the golden afternoons, and the hug that reassures you that it’s okay, and you’re always going to be more than okay, that has you falling apart one minute before rebuilding in the next. 

love is aone and the his patience. while for him, love really is just you. every detail and everything about you that has him thankful to be alive in this world, in this lifetime, with you holding his hand. 

(he realized this the second you said hi and sat next to him in the train that one afternoon he felt alone.)

a/n: here is ur note i love u

[myelocin]

i'm very shy so love always makes me feel warm and people say it's obvious when i blush 👉🏼👈🏼 and i like my cheeks heh, people like to squish them because they're very squishy HDJDJ (which i don't mind ngl) with oikawa, if that's alright? :0 ty btw

love, is this.

kisses on your cheek and a familiar warmth from the scarf wrapped around you with a pair of familiar eyes that look like soft chestnut under the sun. the voice in your ear that has you giggling in seconds because the way i love you is said sounds a little more silly than the last time. it’s oikawa and the smile that he wears out in the world and how it softens in the very slightest way that only you can tell because you just know him that much at this point. the kind of love that you share with him always feeling like the start because it truly does feel like you’re stepping into new day every second that comes with oikawa’s hand wrapped around yours.