#c0wisland’s population milestone event

[ahtsumu]

Never seen anything quite like you by the script + miya atsumu + she/her ❤

[never seen anything “quite like you”]

It’s beautiful: the paper lanterns and fairy lights strung through the trees, the clementine and white lilac in the atmosphere, the evening sky a mosaic of pinks, oranges, baby blues.

But nothing compares to him: decked in a black tuxedo, white dress shirt, and glossy oxfords. The last bits of daylight reflect off his golden hair, forming a soft halo around his head. The look on his face is nothing short of pure adoration.

No one in this world is perfect. But right now, Miya Atsumu comes pretty close.

The light chirping of crickets and birdsong through the forest is silenced when gentle guitar strums and piano notes suddenly fill the air.

It’s the first dance.

“Mrs. Miya,” he murmurs with a grin, stretching a hand out towards you. “May I have this dance?”

You beam and allow him to pull you closer to his chest. The hand holding yours rises above your shoulders, the other finds its spot on the small of your back, and when husky vocals join the tune floating between guests and evergreens, he takes the first step forward.

And you are led around the forest floor in a whirlpool of tulle and light giggles.

“God,” he breathes out during the ritardando, “I could die right now.”

“I’d rather you not,” you whisper back, loosely resting your arms over his shoulders. He closes the space between you, wrapping you into his embrace as you sway lightly to the music. “Today’s my wedding. Don’t steal my thunder with your funeral.”

Laughter vibrates through his chest. “Like I did at prom?” he asks. You bite your lip, struggling hold back the grin threatening to break over your face.

“You didn’t have to push him into the pun––”

“He was bein’ a di––”

You look up with raised brows, daring him continue. Amber eyes, accompanied by a mirthful crinkle at each corner, hold your stare.

“Plus, it got us here,” he adds in a softer tone, resting his forehead against yours. “At this point we could be the leads in all those romcoms you keep makin’ me watch. We do have that friends-to-lovers trope kinda thing goin’ on.”

You can’t argue with that. He’s seen you through your embarrassing phases in high school, the breakdowns in college, and everything in-between: in jeans with no makeup on, the passenger seat with the wind in your hair, his arms half-asleep.

And today, he’s the lucky man who gets to see you in white.

Suddenly, he sniffles.

“Miya Atsumu, are you crying?” You peer through his thick lashes, only to find the whites of his eyes reddening as he attempts to blink away his tears. The action, however, only helps in their trickle down his cheeks.

“Can ya blame me?” he chuckles. You bring your thumbs up to his skin and wipe the tears away, gently cupping his face in your palms. “I've never seen anythin’ quite like you tonight.”

what’s on the menu for c0wisland’s feast?

[ahtsumu]

Hello! For the milestone event, could I request a soft lil’ drabble with Oikawa kissing his fem!s/o on the beach? Maybe it’s their first kiss, maybe there’s a sunset... idk, just something fluffy 😊Thank you! And congrats, as well!

[the sun, the sea, and oikawa tooru]

A lot of things go quickly in this world: the orbit of KOI-1843.03 (4.25 hours), wind speed at Barrow Island (253 mph), and, fastest of them all, your heart around Oikawa Tooru (1,000 bpm).

It’s a little strange to feel this nervous around your boyfriend, for god’s sake, but everything’s still new. Sitting next to him at Azukihana beach only a grain of sand apart, your shoulders just barely grazing against each other, the thinnest sliver of skin on your fingertips touching his… you think you might just go into cardiac arrest.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Oikawa asks, turning away from the setting sun and towards you instead.

When you meet his gaze, you feel your throat tighten. Underneath the glow of an orange sun, the brown eyes tenderly resting on yours look more like two pools of honey–– pools that you dive and sink into. Noticing your momentary loss for words, his lips quirk up in a boyish smile.

“Or are they all just about me?” he teases.

“Sorry, do I know you?”

“Hey!” Oikawa huffs and shoves you off the beach towel. With a light shriek (followed by a soft giggle), you fall onto the sand. Still giggling, you make no move to get back up.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” he whines, suddenly hovering over you with his arms on either side of your head. Suddenly you wonder if sand somehow got into your mouth during the fall–– why is your throat so dry? You swallow nervously.

There is no way you’re going to tell your boyfriend that you’ve been thinking about your first kiss.

“Whatever you’re thinking about,” you reply, managing a smirk despite your concern over the structural integrity of your ribcage (seriously, at this rate your heart will pound right through it).

“And just what do you think I’m thinking about?” he muses, raising a brow. His eyes fall to your lips when your tongue darts out over them. They stay there.

It’s too hot. The air between your bodies burns, your skin burns, the gaze he has on your lips burns. Frozen in place, all you can do is watch Oikawa’s face as it approaches yours at an agonisingly slow rate.

Your eyelids flutter shut when your noses touch. And, so lightly that you don’t feel it at first, his lips brush against yours. They taste like vanilla and peppermint. You return the kiss with a small tilt to your head, smiling when you hear him sigh–– possibly in relief. He pulls away and rests his head against your forehead, twinkling eyes gazing adoringly into yours.

For a moment, the only sound that can be heard between you is the gentle crashing of waves against the shore and the cawing of seagulls as they fly overhead. Then, as if breaking the spell that had fallen over you both, Oikawa grins.

“Knew it,” he says cheekily. “You were so dying to kiss me.”

“What?” you splutter.

“Just admit it! You want me.”

“In your dreams,” you retort, pushing him off your body. But his arms wrap around your waist as he falls onto his back, pulling you on top of him with a laugh.

And this time, he kisses you breathless.

what’s on the menu for c0wisland’s feast?

[ahtsumu]

Hello Aels! CONGRATULATIONS on your milestone 🎉🎉 ok, but I am NOT going to let go of this opportunity because I love to read your writing sm haha :(( So, can I please request a drabble for Kageyama with the word prompt "starlight" ? My pronouns are she/her.

PROMPT: “starlight”

Kageyama Tobio is twenty-three and has never seen a shooting star in his life. He’s seen gold trophies shine under stadium lights and the Atlantic Ocean glitter from an airplane seat, snow glisten atop mountains in Niseko and cameras flash from unending waves of paparazzi.

But he has never seen one star fall from the sky.

“This is stupid,” he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said that I’ve never seen a shooting star before. I didn’t say that I was willing to die to see one.”

You giggle and lay down on the roof of your apartment building. “You sure? You sounded a little heartbroken at that, Tobio.”

“Are we even allowed to be here?”

“Probably.”

Kageyama’s sharp blue eyes snap over to yours.

“Fine. Probably not.”

You know what he’s about to say before he even opens his mouth. “Wait!” you interrupt, sitting back up. “The Perseids peak tonight and, well, I thought you’d maybe want to see a meteor shower for the first time in your life.” With me, you don’t add. “I just think it’s such a shame that you’ve done all these cool things but you’ve never seen something as simple as a shooting star.”

Kageyama furrows his brows. He’d said that once as his “fun fact" during a round of icebreakers at a mutual friend’s birthday dinner. Fun fact: most people don’t care what others say during icebreakers. Another fun fact: most things people say during icebreakers are completely untrue.

And Kageyama Tobio has most definitely seen a shooting star before.

He’d only wanted to seem a little more interesting after he noticed you, the pretty girl wearing the sparkly dress and a million-dollar smile, sitting just a few seats away on the opposite side of the table.

Well, it worked. Kind of.

He hadn’t thought he’d have to keep the spiel up for two years, though.

“I guess,” he says awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck (God, he hopes that it doesn’t sound as awkward as he feels). “But we’re on a rooftop. We could fall and die.”

You laugh and lie back down on the blanket beneath your two bodies, pulling the raven-haired male down with you. He lets out a small “oi!” as he falls, but he doesn’t make an attempt to get back up.

“Now look up,” you say, pointing up at the sky. “It’s supposed to start in a few minutes.”

With a sigh, Kageyama trains his eyes on a random patch of the sky.

And suddenly, fiery bright ribbons streak across the darkness, burning trails of light through the black canvas of nighttime.

“Wait, wait–– make a wish!” you exclaim.

He makes his irritation clear with a “tsk” but the corners of his mouth twitch upwards as he closes his eyes. He makes his wish. And when he opens his eyes again, he turns to steal a glance at you.

You’re bathed in starlight, your skin outlined by a faint glow of silver, no doubt the byproduct of ancient stars still falling in all directions. Breathtaking.

“What’d you wish for?” you ask, eyes shining like two little suns themselves.

“If I tell you, it won’t come true,” he replies. He knows how these “wishes” work, and even though Kageyama likes to think that he’s above asking for fate’s help in most aspects of life, he can’t resist making his case to the heavens just once.

“Fine. What if I tell you what I wished for and if you think that’s a good enough trade, you tell me what you wished for?”

He mulls it over, then nods, watching you curiously.

“I wished that you’d kiss me.”

Kageyama blinks, wondering if he just heard you say––

“Yeah,” you affirm as if reading his mind. Your eyes search his for a reaction, flittering around nervously like the heart inside your chest. Little do you know, his is doing the same. “Now you.”

Kageyama swallows hard, using this moment to weigh his options. But then he realises that this is you handing him something he’s dreamed of since day one. And with a sudden surge of confidence, he leans in and presses his lips softly to yours.

Stars fall for two nights during the Perseids, but Kageyama Tobio’s been falling for two years.

And tonight, he’s finally landed.

what’s on the menu for c0wisland’s feast?

[ahtsumu]

“worldwide” by big time rush for oikawa🥺 pronouns she/her! thank you in advance i love your work❤️

[worldwide] dude i went quite some bit over 500 words im so sorry LMFAO

PARIS

“Wait, wait, wait,” is the first thing you hear from his side of the call. Oikawa Tooru’s grinning face suddenly fills your phone screen as he moves through his darkened hotel room. “Before you tell me anything, how was your day?”

You smile against your pillow. “Great, but I––“ a yawn escapes from your lips “–– I missed you.”

“Were you sleeping? Sorry, I know it’s late––”

“It’s only ten here, Tooru. Isn’t it like three in the morning in Paris?” you laugh. Nodding, he sets the phone down on an elevated surface and starts rummaging through the hotel closet.

“I have a flight in a few hours so I thought I’d call before jetting off again.” His voice is muffled by the sound of coat-hangers clanging against each other.

“Madrid, right? I think you…” you trail off, watching him change suspiciously slowly out of his pyjamas and into a pair of jeans. “Are you trying to seduce me, Tooru?”

He shoots you an incredulous look, but the twitch of his lips betrays his amusement. “What ever do you mean by that?”

LONDON

POST-GAME CELEBRATION: OIKAWA TOORU CAUGHT WITH UP-AND-COMING MODEL

Argentinian Setter a Player in More Ways Than One!

You continue to stare at the image blown up on half of your laptop screen–– he’s walking out of the club with the rest of the CA San Juan team and a very attractive girl trails behind him with the faintest smirk on her lips.

It’s fake. Fake. Fake. You know it is, yet somehow, uncertainty bites away at your stomach.

On the other half of your screen, a tired Oikawa runs his hands over his face. It’s nearly one in the morning in London but the news broke just a few minutes ago. And when his phone started blowing up from his teammates and manager, he couldn’t not call you.

Now, usually, you don’t pay any attention to what tabloids say (not that Oikawa gets caught in “scandals” often), but this time it’s different. She’s gorgeous. And as much as you hate to admit it, you’re not feeling the greatest about yourself right now. It’s not that you believe the rumours–– it’s that they’ve chipped away at your confidence. Are you still good enough to be the Oikawa Tooru’s girlfriend?

You open your mouth but can’t find the right words to say.

“I had no idea she was behind me.” Oikawa offers his explanation after seeing you struggle to start the conversation. “She probably just followed me out to get papped. If you check Nic’s story you can see that I spent the whole night with the boys and I swear to God I didn’t talk to one girl that night. I never do.” His brown eyes search yours, begging you to believe him. You do, but that’s not what you’re worried about.

A few seconds pass in complete silence. “She’s really pretty,” is all you’re finally able to say.

Realisation strikes the brunet. “So?” he retorts instantly. “There are a million pretty girls out there, babe, but I don’t want any of them. Only you have my heart.”

You frown. “Are you happy like this, though?’ you ask, genuinely concerned. “With me? You could probably––”

Oikawa cuts you off firmly, leaning closer to his camera. “You’re the one and only person on my mind no matter where I am. You’ve been with me through thick and thin, wiped sweat and tears off my face, given me love that I probably don’t even deserve, and you think that I can’t be happy with you? Baby, happy is the least of the feelings I have for you.”

Finally, the turmoil in your stomach lulls to a stop. With a soft grin, you say, “So I may have been a little stupid.”

TOKYO

His voice is raspy from fatigue when he calls. “I missed you by my side today,” he murmurs.

“Babe, it’s midnight in Tokyo,” you reply, furrowing your brows. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“I can’t without hearing your voice,” he says. “It’s so weird being back where I grew up. Home.” He pauses, then chuckles lightly. “Well, it’s not really home anymore, but it’s still got that… feeling to it.”

“Then where is home?” you ask, a smile tugging at your lips. Oikawa Tooru is the cheekiest sap in the entire world, so there’s no doubt that he’s going to say––

“With you.”

BUENOS AIRES

After four months of him being gone, there’s no better sight in this world than Oikawa Tooru walking through the apartment door with his suitcase at two in the afternoon.

With a tired smile, he closes his eyes, stretches his arms out, and says, “Hey.”

Stunned, you leap off the couch and towards the brunet at a thousand miles an hour, throwing yourself into his embrace.

“You smell like airport and citrus,” you say, wrinkling your nose. Still, you sigh happily when his arms come around your neck and tug your body closer to his.

“I’m gone for four months and that’s the first thing you say to me?” Oikawa pulls away, jaw hanging open in offence.

“Shut up,” you laugh, giving his shirt a hard yank. He grins as he falls back towards you, hands coming up to the sides of your face.

“You asked for it,” he replies, kissing you deeply.

After four torturous months away from home, Oikawa Tooru thinks that there’s no better feeling in this world than your smiling lips on his.

what’s on the menu for c0wisland’s feast?

[ahtsumu]

congrats on ur milestone miss aelia !!!! mayhaps i req osamu + i should probably go to bed by dan and shay :’-)

[i should probably go to bed]

When Miya Osamu hears your name passed around Rusty’s Saloon like a storm warning, his stomach flips–– and not just because he’s had six old fashioned’s in the span of two hours.

It’s because Miya Osamu, despite what he’ll say while sober, is still a little not over you.

“‘Samu?” Atsumu calls from the neighbouring barstool. He’s only on his second beer and, quite frankly, a little surprised that he’s traded roles with his twin for the night. But then again, the blond proposed going out with the sole purpose of distracting Osamu from what’s been travelling through the grapevine:

you’re coming back home.

Osamu blinks, turns to look at his twin, looks down at his seventh old fashioned, and tosses it back like a shot. It slides down like nothing–– he’d grown used to the burning at around his fifth drink.

“Yeah, I’m good," he replies.

Miya Osamu is as good as a rickety wooden shack in an F5 tornado. And once the bourbon makes its way through his bloodstream, all sense and structure to said shack finally fall apart. In one fluid motion, he pulls out his phone from his jean pocket, unlocks it, and presses on your name in his contacts. Falling back into a routine is easy when it plays on repeat in your head.

Actually, a lot of things play on repeat in Osamu’s head: dancing to 20s jazz in the kitchen as the smell of vanilla and butter waft out of the oven, driving down the highway with nothing but the moon chasing after his silver Corvette, your lips curving upwards against the skin of his neck, the way your handwriting looks on post-it notes (he still has one of your “I love you”s somewhere in his wallet and he wonders if you still have some of his?),

and the way all of the above ended.

Loving you is was also easy, but sometimes love isn’t enough to keep two people together. You had your goals and he had his and though everything under the sun about you and him fit so neatly together, your dreams didn’t.

Something had to go for things to fit again. It just sucked that what went was you.

“Oi! What’re ya doin’?” Atsumu exclaims, making a grab for the phone. “Gimme that!” The blonde wrenches the sleek device out from his brother’s hands. “Can’t believe ya got me bein’ the responsible one.”

At that, Osamu stills. “Yeah,” he mutters in a moment of clarity. “I should prob’ly go to bed.”

Atsumu looks down at the screen and sighs when he realises his gut-feeling had been correct.

“It’s been a year, y’know?” Since you left for greener pastures. “Aren’tcha over her by now?”

“We didn’t–– we didn’t, uh, end on bad terms.”

“S’not what I asked.”

Osamu stares down at the empty whisky tumbler and suddenly feels parched.

“‘Samu, if she walked through Rusty’s doors right now, what would ya do?” Atsumu questions, leaning over the bar counter.

What would he do?

He’d probably stare for a bit, wondering how on earth you still manage to get his heart skipping beats (and what on earth your friends said to get you to come to your least favourite bar in town). And once you’re settled in (at the innermost corner of the bar, of course) and he’s gotten over his shock, he’d probably flag down the bartender, send a few drinks your way, and high-tail it out of there without a look over his shoulder.

But Miya Osamu’s a little drunk and he’s not in his usual state of mind, so he says, “I’d walk on over and ask if we could try again.”

By a stroke of luck or misfortune or fate or coincidence, the bell atop Rusty’s wooden doors suddenly clangs.

And you walk in with your friends in tow.

what’s on the menu for c0wisland’s feast?

[ahtsumu]

Hi! I'm here with my request for the event !! Just wanted to say I'm in love with your writing, and congrats on a growing audience ❤️ Soren by beabadoobee; kuroo tetsuro; she/her

[soren]

Rays of the rich afternoon sun stream through the treetops and brush over your cheeks, your nose, your closed eyelids.

“Tetsu,” you murmur, eyes still closed. At the sound of his name, his leg twitches from under your head. You hear the sound of his book closing and his back shifting against the pine tree he’s resting against.

“Mhmm?”

The corners of your lips tug upwards. “This is nice.”

He says nothing at first, allowing the chirping of cicadas and other summer critters to fill the silence in the forest, but then you feel his hand rest on your forehead before stroking your hair. Your name comes out a song from his mouth. “You’re pretty,” he remarks.

Laughter bubbles from your lips. As its echo dances through your surrounding pine trees, you finally open your eyes to the sight of Kuroo’s bright hazel irises peering down at yours. A smitten smirk is plastered on his face. You reach up to push away the jet black hair that had fallen over front of his eyes.

The words slip out without you even noticing. “I’ll miss your hair.” They’re soft, well-meaning, even adoring. But the way his face falls when they register is a sign enough that you’ve said something you shouldn’t have.

“Please don’t say that.” His voice cracks at the end of his sentence. Silently, you study the somber expression that has masked his usually playful features. Recently, the light he usually radiates has dimmed.

And you’re the reason why.

“But I will. And I’ll miss the way you look into my eyes. And I’ll miss the way you touch me.” The rest of your thoughts spill out of your mouth like water from an overflowing sink. “And I’ll miss how a forest looks reflected in your eyes and the pink in your cheeks when you get mad at me and––” you choke on your words, feeling tears prick at your eyes.

Kuroo cups your face in his hands as he lowers his head to yours. “Shhh,” he whispers. “I know.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips before sitting back up. “I know.”

The forest once again crescendos to life as you both wonder what to say next.

“If there was a place––”

“Three days, right?”

You both pause: him in regret, you in thought. “Sorry, you go,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine. And, yeah. Three days.”

“Guess you were right all along. Out of the two of us, you are leaving for college first,” Kuroo jokes, though you can both tell his heart’s not in this one. Biting your lip, you sit up, shifting so that the two of you are now at eye level.

“When I said that, I’d meant that I would get in a college first,” you say, gaze falling to your hands. “And I hadn’t even meant that. It was a joke. That I made in freshman year” You pause, smiling softly as you recall the memory. “When we hated each other. Funny how things change, right?”

Kuroo’s eyes flit over to yours. Underneath the scattered rays of sun, something about his face looks unusually soft. Vulnerable.

“You’re gonna forget all about me once you leave home, aren’t you?” he asks. There’s nothing sad about his expression–– it looks more like resignation.

“Do you want me to?”

You don’t know what you’d do if he says yes. If there’s a place or memory or faith that you have to choose to call home, that you absolutely cannot lose, 

it’d be him.

You don’t think you’d ever be able to forget Kuroo Tetsurou.

what’s on the menu for c0wisland’s feast?

[ahtsumu]

-ˏˋ c0wisland’s population milestone event ˊˎ-

hey folks this is the menu for the feast we’re having on my blog for the next couple of weeks! LOL

even if it’s a lie by matt maltese & daichi

never seen anything quite like you by the script & atsumu

nothing by bruno major & kuroo

august by taylor swift & oikawa

i should probably go to bed by dan + shay & osamu

prompt: “starlight” & kageyama

worldwide by big time rush & oikawa

prompt: kissing on the beach & oikawa

soren by beabadoobee & kuroo

softly by clairo & tsukki

lover by taylor swift & oikawa

it will rain by bruno mars & bokuto

fool by cavetown & tendou

spice girl by amine & tendou

prompt: hcs for wedding plans & tsukki

blue rose by leebada & sakusa

prompt: jealousy & tsukki

over the rainbow by israel kamakawiwoʻole & tsukki

if i never get to heaven by javier & akaashi

drive safe by rich brian & makki

between the raindrops by life house & akaashi

assassin by john mayer & oikawa

all i ask by palmertrees & iwaizumi

prompt: office rivalry!au & oikawa

sweet night by v & ushijima

love song by nct 127 & osamu

mirrorball by taylor swift & akaashi

beep by pcd & terushima

home by bts & suna

luv(sic) pt 2 by nujabes & kuroo

all too well by taylor swift & kuroo

[ahtsumu]

omg congrats on your milestone Aelia! You deserve all of it :)❤️ for the milestone event could I choose option one? Song title is “even if it’s a lie” with Daichi and she/her pronouns? Thank you sm!!

[even if it’s a lie]

Daichi doesn’t know what he’s doing standing in front of your door at midnight, but he knows for sure that he can’t leave now.

He hasn’t slept since last week. Won’t reply to his friends’ texts. Can hardly stomach food.

All that’s been on his mind since the break-up is you.

“Sa–– Daichi.”

It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light pouring through your door, but when he sees you emerge from it like some sort of angel, he is once again reminded of why he’s standing here in front of you and not there behind you.

His heart shatters all over again.

“I’m sorry. I can’t…” He can’t find the right words to describe the hole in his chest. The frost in his bed. The silence in his apartment. “I can’t stay away from you.”

Your bottom lip trembles. He sees you look away, swallow hard, then blink rapidly and it takes everything in him to not reach for your hand. With a shaky breath, you choke out, “I think you should go.” The door starts to close. He lunges forward to stop it, pushing one hand against the door and the other against the doorframe.

And suddenly, his face is inches from yours. You freeze.

You’d once said with that lovesick grin of yours that you could spend forever in his eyes. For a second, he thinks he might still have you in there. (Just a second.)

Because when a relationship ends, it’s never a clean break. Maybe the same love isn’t there anymore but the memories are. And both of your movements at this moment: the tilting of your heads, the closing of eyes… this is muscle memory.

Daichi’s ready to let go of logic for the night and surrender to instinct when suddenly remembers why he’s here.

Flashes of the argument hit him with full force. Evenings out with friends had grown longer. Conversations with you had grown shorter. His arms around you had loosened. He had forgotten that love is a verb and not just a noun. And now that yours is lost, he wants it back.

But he knows it doesn’t work like that.

He moves at the last moment and instead of your lips, your foreheads touch. Your eyes fly open. Shocked, embarrassed, and feeling guilty, you start to pull back, only to be stopped when Daichi’s hands come up to the sides of your face.

When was the last time he’d held you like that?

“Wait, please,” he breathes. “I came here because–– I know you don’t love me anymore but… I need you to say it one more time. Please.”

“Daichi.” His name comes out as a whisper from your mouth. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be. It’s over.”

He knows. But his heart doesn’t.

“Tell me that you don’t love me one more time, please,” he begs, certain that he’ll never be able to get over you if you don’t. “Just say it once and I’ll go."

Even if it's a lie.

participate in c0wisland’s major population milestone event !

[ahtsumu]

august by t.swift with oikawa, please? female pronouns :)

[august]

August–– that August–– travels through your memory like sand through a sieve. Most of it passes in a golden blur, but some moments snag on the net of your conscience. Those moments you turn over and over in your mind until they’re just smooth pebbles in a riverbed, so polished that you can almost forget they were originally shards.

Frankly, falling for Oikawa Tooru had been as easy as tripping over a crack in the sidewalk–– and hurt just as equally.

You never even stood a chance. You were gone the second he strolled over to your towel on the beach with that mega-watt smile and dreamy lilt to his voice. “I’ve never seen you around before. What’s your name?” he’d asked. And in just two words, you signed over both your name and heart.

‘Oikawa Tooru’ is also just two words, but Oikawa Tooru was so many more. He was self-centred, charming, redeemable, and above all else, he was never yours.

But what did you know? Back then, you’d just been the starry-eyed girl who thought she had the boy–– the boy with his body twisted around hers underneath soft bedsheets, the boy with her name traced into his back underneath the warm sun, the boy with his promise to call even after summer ended.

[“Yeah,” he said, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “You can’t get rid of me even if you want to.”

“Are you sure?” you whispered. Your feet dangled off the pier, skimming the surface of the sea.

Oikawa took you by surprise with a long, tender kiss. When you pulled apart, you saw his chestnut eyes gleam earnestly under the moonlight.

“Never have I ever before been more sure.”]

Promises made in the heat of the moment never live past said moment.

Your moment somehow lasted thirty-one golden days. But once August came to a close, everything–– all of his promises, every frenzied kiss, every late-night giggle–– slipped away, lost to time.

Funny, considering how none of it had even been yours to lose.

[He was a little drunk on the wine. So were you. “No, seriously,” he protested between bursts of laughter. “He even called me shittykawa in front of Mari.”

You sobered up. “Who’s Mari?”

A pause. “My… ex.”

You looked at him with a hard gaze.

“We’re not together anymore.”

His words did nothing to quell the thudding unease in your chest, but you nodded anyway, downed the rest of your glass, and rest your head on the picnic blanket. The clouds above were a beautiful sight; they were a perfect distraction.

It was irresponsible–– so ridiculously irresponsible–– but you thought you’d only find something you didn’t want to know if you pressed him for more. Ignorance truly was bliss.

He kissed you goodnight after walking you home, the taste of wine still sweet in his mouth. Perhaps it’d gotten you drunk all over again because you woke up the next morning with no recollection of your conversation the night before. Or had you forgotten it on purpose?]

Sometimes, though, when you think back to the sun-drenched month of August, when you think of red wine and picnic blankets, salty air and rust on doors, and all the other words he gave meaning to, you let yourself believe that Oikawa Tooru had belonged to you.

Fooling yourself is as easy as tripping over a crack in the sidewalk.

what’s on the menu for c0wisland’s feast?

[ahtsumu]

BREAKING: c0wisland hits a major population milestone!

august 5th, 2020 

c0wisland’s major population milestone: a lot!

hey y’all! if you couldn’t guess by the title of this post, c0wisland recently hit a pretty cool number of followers. thank you all for all the love and support–– your reblogs and tags, your analyses, your replies, your notes... everything. i appreciate every single one of you and all that you do.

to show my thanks, i’m opening my inbox for c0wisland‘s population milestone event !!

EVENT DETAILS:

please pick one option of the two

inbox me the title of your favourite song and its artist (or any song) + one hq!! character (any character) + your pronouns and i’ll write you a drabble around it

inbox me a random hc/drabble (choose one) request/prompt for one hq!! character + your pronouns

rules & guidelines

each drabble will be around 500 words

no nsfw requests!! sorry it’s just kinda weird LOL

topics i will not write about are still the same

please send in your requests by 11:59 PM on august 8th, 2020 PDT (look at me being all strict LMFAO professor aelia in the house!!)

if you have any questions feel free to message/inbox me or reply to this post !

k that’s it for now ( ⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝ )੭⁾⁾ i love you guys !!! thanks again for everything 🥰