#rowan plays matchmaker

[kuroopaisen]

hello! i felt inclined to send in:

🌙, my aesthetic is apparently plain purple mixed with vaporwave and alt? i suck at the aesthetic game

hh me too... i do not have the Aesthetic Edge i am simply a gremlin

"you’ll like this,” suna says, with enough confidence to make you suspect. 

you raise an eyebrow at him, glancing down at the rectangle in his hand. “a mixtape?” 

“mhm.” 

“i don’t own a player,” you say. you’ve kind of wanted one for a while, but you’ve never been willing to take the plunge and buy one. besides, cassettes seem like hassle. 

“ah,” suna smirks, digging around in his bag for a moment. he pulls out a truly 90′s-style cassette player. “one step ahead of you.” 

you bite back a smirk. “so you made it just for me, huh?”

perhaps you’re being a little cruel. you know suna likes you -- atsumu can’t keep his big fat mouth shut, after all -- and you know he’s trying to come up with excuses to talk to you. 

perhaps it’s because you feel like he’s too proud to admit it. perhaps it’s because the chase itself is fun. 

suna’s face changes imperceptibly; if he’s got one thing over you, it’s his poker face.

“bold of you to assume i’d put in the effort,” he sighs, tilting his head at you. his eyes are as piercing as usual. 

“how do you even make one of these?” you ask, letting your fingers brush his as you take the cassette out of his hand.

suna taps the side of his nose with a sly smile. his cheeks might be a little more colourful than usual. you can’t quite tell. 

you stick your tongue out at him. “so it’s a secret, hm?” 

“can’t have just anyone making cassettes.” 

“i could just look it up online, you know.” 

“but wouldn’t you rather i showed you?” 

a shift. was this him making a move? 

“what, i come over to your house or something?” 

“is that what you want?” 

damn it. he’s always quicker than you give him credit for. 

but you smile, propping your chin up on your cupped hand. “sure. i’m game.” 

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🌙 + and my aesthetic is grunge and dark academia? Like idk depends of my mood lol (but my friends say I’m more like grunge)

and how are you feeling bae? Hope you are all good! Have a great day/night🤍

hello! i’m feeling Okay; i start uni soon so i’m very !!!!!!!!

“and how much did those shoes cost?” iwaizumi asks, raising an eyebrow at oikawa’s fresh loafers. 

“none of your business,” oikawa huffs, crossing his arms with a pout. suffice to say it didn’t quite match the air of respectability his outfit is trying to achieve. 

iwaizumi rolls his eyes, turning back to his textbook. “i can’t believe you’d spend so much money just to impress a girl.” 

oikawa whips his head towards him, aghast. “i did no such thing!” 

is iwaizumi wrong? well, no. oikawa wouldn’t even be in this public library if he hadn’t seen you there. and of course, once seeing you, he’d dragged iwaizumi along to ‘study’ at the library. but good as a student he is (debatably), oikawa simply can’t focus. 

you’re sitting a few tables away, seemingly exhausted yet still delightfully cute, unaware of the rampant bullying happening just a few feet away. 

“why don’t you just ask her out?” iwaizumi asks. it had taken the boy a total of five minutes to work out what was really going on here. 

oikawa placing his feet at an unnatural angle in the hopes of them maybe catching your eye was a bit of a give away. 

“she could reject me.”

“your ego could handle it.” 

“iwa!” it’s just attack after attack today. 

“did you just google how to dress to impress a girl or something?” iwaizumi grumbles, looking oikawa up and down. 

“i’ll have you know, i’m dressed like an academic.”

“don’t you actually have to study if you want to claim that title?”

oikawa rolls his eyes, swinging his head to the side dramatically and--

eye contact. oh god, eye contact. 

he freezes, unable to look away after what most would consider the appropriate time spent making eye contact. but how is he supposed to look away? this is the first real interaction you’ve ever had. have you noticed him before? do you think he’s weird? do you think he’s dashingly handsome in his button-up and sweater vest? 

you just smile at him and give him a little wave. oikawa’s too caught off guard to respond. 

“you,” iwaizumi grumbles, slapping oikawa up the back of the head, “are such a piece of shit.”

“i didn’t even do anything!” 

“exactly.” 

[kuroopaisen]

🌙 + soft, glowy colors and somewhat minimalist

akaashi doesn’t want for much. 

success, maybe. a steady income. but only so that he can live a peaceful life, without having to stress about all the little bits and pieces that make life so confounding. 

not wanting for much means he doesn’t have to get anxious over everything. it’s something he’s learnt with age; the more carefully he directs his emotional energy, the better off he’ll be. choose carefully, he thinks. choose wisely. 

he wants you. you, curled up in his arms, dozing peacefully. he wonders if he’s ever seen someone look so serene (he has, actually; bokuto has an enviable ability to feel next to no stress between games, lightly snoring as he takes a quick nap. if only we could all be so laissez-faire). 

akaashi usually wakes first -- a habit from his volleyball days he can’t see to break -- ready and waiting with a tea in the kitchen. 

but sometimes he likes to take his time, to lie here with you in the early morning light. 

the world wakes up slowly and then all at once; the sun dips above the horizon as gently as a child dips it’s toe into a pond and suddenly there’s bustle, loud and frenzied and overwhelming. he must face it -- to pursue his dream he must live in the city, at least for a while. 

for the time being he seeks his comfort in you, in your soft glow and your peace. the world is waiting, ready for him to press his way through the hubbub and the crowd. 

today, akaashi chooses the quiet. 

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🌙 + dazecore !!

i have done so much Learning due to having to look up all these aesthetics ldsflkjfd 

“kenma,” you whine through a yawn, eyes bleary as you seek out his form in the half-light. 

he hums in response, completely stationary as he stares down at his nintendo switch. the light casts sharp shadows across his face, under his eyes, below his lips. but you still think he’s beautiful. 

everything is cast in the blue of the early morning — another night lost to video games, another morning greeted in a weary daze.

“are you nearly done?” nights spent like this aren’t rare; kenma has a sleep schedule that’d singlehandedly give a gp an aneurism. yours is nothing to write home about, either; but even you have your limits. and tonight, you’ve had your fill of the internet. 

“five more minutes,” he murmurs. he’s spent all night terraforming in animal crossing; when it comes to his island, kenma seeks perfection. funnily enough, nobody else is going to see it. this one’s just for him, to be shared with you and you alone (no matter how much kuroo begs). 

you sigh, wiggling over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. you snuggle into his chest, pressing your cheek against the pilled cotton. most people would’ve thrown the jumper out by now, but kenma’s determined to hold onto it. it was your first gift to him, after all. 

it’s rare for kenma to spend some time with a video game for his own enjoyment these days. it’s mostly streams, competitions, a life lived on yet another screen (except this time, millions of people are watching). it’s not a life he dislikes. there’s no other career that suits him quite as well.

but these quiet moments — these moments spent in the blue dawn, game in hand and you at his side — are the ones he cherishes the most.

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aaa miss rowan this is so cute :(

🌙 sleeping in till noon, tiptoeing just to reach the edge of the top shelf, honey stirred in milk tea, sweater paws, blanket burritos even in the summer, late night conversations, small bright smiles, homemade peach jam, strawberry stains on the edges of sleeves

thank you so much <3

meg this is so cute my goodness... it’s giving me ‘strawberry blond’ vibes and i didn’t mean it to end up entirely prose but--  

the summer sun may be bright, but hinata is brighter. 

he beams at you across the yellow gingham picnic blanket, an array of homemade goods spread out between you. jams, biscuits, chocolate-dipped strawberries, travel mugs filled to the brim with milk tea...

an impromptu picnic at the height of summer, likely to be followed with a game of beach volleyball. would you expect anything less from the man sitting across from you? that’s what he is now -- a man. hinata shoyou came back from brazil all grown up. and to your relief, you love him the same. 

the late afternoon ebbs on at it’s languid pace, one hour stretching into another as you shield yourselves under the canopy of a tree. light dapples onto the ground through the leaves, creating a golden mosaic across your lover’s face. he’s well and truly golden, in every sense of the word. 

it’s a slow day, one that only really began in the afternoon. sleeping in during summer usually begets an unwanted sheen of sweat, but hinata learnt a thing or two about staying cool in brazil. your summers are now balmy at worst, temperate at best. and besides, getting such a late start is no concern; nights lost in endless conversations about your dreams, your aspirations, what makes you truly happy, are not lost at all. 

not with him. not when he’s so boundless, so open about who he is and what he wants to be. part of you would expect to be made insecure by how much light he gives off, but there’s something about the way hinata approaches life that fills you with hope. hinata’s the sort of person who makes you believe anything is possible; if he can fly, then what will you do?

[kuroopaisen]

That looks interesting, I wanna try!

🌙 + desired aesthetic: art hoe (yeah it's called like that, basically art and nature lol 🤡)

Also, love what you write! They way you describe things and give the story flavour it's really good! ☺

hello anon! thank you so much :( i actually love the phrase “give the story flavour” flkfdlkj i can’t explain why

“that’s a monet, right?” suga asks, pointing towards an iconic canvas of lily pads. all it takes is one glance for you to know the answer. 

“yes,” you grin, tilting your head at your boyfriend. “do you have any idea who any of these artists are?” 

suga supresses the urge to stick his tongue out at you. 

“i didn’t recognise any of the names,” he admits. “well, i mean-- i couldn’t tell you what any of these old geezers painted.” he pouts at you like one of the children at his primary school placement. “i just thought you’d like it here.” 

he’s not wrong. an art exhibit centred around the beauty of nature? it’s like this was planned for you. and of couse, suga would’ve picked that up from the pamphlet alone. and perhaps even more typical of him, he’d arranged this as an ‘impromptu’ surprise date. 

stupid sugawara and his stupid attentiveness. how are you supposed to keep up with that? 

“some of his paintings sell for over a hundred million us dollars, you know,” you say, nodding at the piece. 

“god, i wish that was me,” suga mumbles, digging his hands in his pockets with a pout. 

you laugh, leaning towards him with a conniving grin. “have you ever considered making counterfeits?” 

“isn’t that considered slander in a place like this?” suga whispers back, gesturing to the art museum around you. 

“who’d begrudge a couple of broke uni kids just trying to survive in this economy?” you look up at him with beguilingly innocent eyes. 

“you,” he chuckles, leaning in and giving you a quick peck on your forehead, “are a terrible influence.” 

“that’s a bit rich coming from you, don’t you think?”

“i’ll have you know, i’m an angel.” 

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🌙 and comfy/cozy aesthetic. Thanks in advance!! 😊😊

i am putting it under the cut bc it’s about the winter dslkjfdslkj

winter takes on a different meaning at the farm. 

winter truly means rest, finding time to breathe after the busy harvest season. winter also means surviving as best you can, bundled up in a truly unimaginable layer of clothes as you draw from the reserves for your meals. 

but what you expected to be a prolonged season of suffering has brought you a surprising reprieve. 

during the winter, kita is all yours. once he’s tended to the chickens in the wee hours of the morning, he comes back to bed, spending the rest of the morning with you. all other times of the year he’s out with the rice, tending and harvesting and maintaining. 

but now the fields are covered in a sheet whiter than your husband’s hair, and you’re both warmed by the hearth that sits in the centre of your little cottage. 

you knew what you were getting into; marrying a farmer is no small commitment, and you were ready for it. but you’re still surprised by how much effort kita puts in to making sure you don’t get lonely. 

his questions are always so attentive, so genuinely interested in what you’ve gotten up to. sometimes he gives you menial tasks; a reminder, in some way, that you’re not a burden. 

but even so, as the world sleeps and as you draw out of your savings, you’re grateful. kita does everything with intention, with purpose. spring, summer, autumn; those are for his work, most of his energy is invested into ensuring his crops are of high quality. but the winter? the winter is for you. 

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i’m bored and stagnant so if you feel inclined send me a 🌙 and your aesthetic (actual or desired) and i’ll give you a haikyuu boy (and a teeny tiny little drabble)