#cadekagi

[lnarizakis]

i found you! | b. koutarou

hey @bokutokoutarou ! you were my recipient for the summer exchange fic. i really hope you enjoy this, and that we can become friends after this!

pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k

look out for: soulmate au, tooth-rottingly sweet fluff, pining

“...You’re hearing voices in your head?”

“No, no, there’s just one... and they keep going on and on ‘bout whatever! And it sounds like they’re trying to talk to me, too, and I’m getting a little scared!” Bokuto complained to his junior, Akaashi, about this voice he had been hearing in his mind for the past week. It was unrecognizable at first; he paid no attention to it, but throughout the course of the week the voice had been growing louder and louder. It slowly became unnerving for the ace.

“Oh, I see,” Akaashi glanced outside the window. He then turned back towards Bokuto, face still in evident distress. “It’s your soulmate.”

“My... my what?” Bokuto was appalled. His soulmate?

Akaashi, too, was appalled. “Have your parents never told you about what a soulmate is?” Bokuto shook his head, signaling a negative response. Akaashi widened his eyes in apparent shock.

“Wow.” Akaashi was rendered speechless. Looks like he’d have to tell Bokuto what a soulmate was. “Well, a soulmate is someone you’re destined to be with. You’re bound to them for life. Everyone is bound to their soulmates in different ways. In your case, Bokuto-san, you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts.” The setter glances down at the timer on his wrists. Still several more years before he could meet his own soulmate.

Bokuto “ohh”ed in realization. He then pulled a face, one that Akaashi knew all too well. It was his thinking face, usually worn by the former during their volleyball games. He stayed in that position for some time, until his face lit up with excitement.

“Ah! Akaashi, I did it! I talked to her!” Bokuto exclaimed. Akaashi gave him a small smile, proud of his upperclassman.

O N E .

“Oh no, a quiz?! We have a quiz today?! I didn’t study for it at all!”

Bokuto panicked. He sat at his desk, sweat forming on his forehead. He was so afraid for this quiz specifically, because if he were to fail it, God forbid, he most definitely would not be able to take part in the Spring Interhigh Tournament. His mind raced with the same thought over and over again. In the heat of the moment, he hadn’t realized that he was pounding his soulmate’s head with the thought.

(Y/N) was currently in class (and conveniently just a couple classrooms down), trying her best to focus on the lecture in front of her. But it was difficult. So, extremely difficult.

“Could you please, with all due respect, shut up? I’m trying to learn right now,” she communicated to Bokuto. In an attempt to make peace with him, she added on, “Good luck, though.” At that moment, Bokuto came up with the best idea.

“Wait a minute. Do you think you could help me?” Bokuto’s heart raced. Depending on his soulmate’s answer, he may or may not be able to attend the tournament.

“Sure, I guess. What is it on?” (Y/N) gave up on trying to listen to her teacher, who was droning on about a topic that was completely unrelated to the lecture. It looked like she would have to do extra studying after school. Oh, the things she would do for her soulmate.

“Classic literature. It’s my worst subject!” If it was possible to whine and complain in one’s thoughts, Bokuto was doing exactly that. (Y/N) couldn’t help but smirk a little bit. With the willpower she had, she was able to contain her chuckle.

“Alright, I’ll help you; I think I’m alright in that subject.”

—

“So, how’d you do?” (Y/N) asked him a couple days later. The substitute for her class was running late, so she made use of her free time by talking to her supposedly-unknown soulmate. She looked down at her notebook that she had taken out, sketching rough, small portraits of what she thought her soulmate looked like.

“My teacher’s handing them out right now,” Bokuto replied. Through his thoughts somehow, (Y/N) could identify the worry laced in his thought. There was a hint of confidence, however, since the answers that his soulmate provided him seemed right. At least right enough to turn in his quiz with some confidence.

After a string of “Oh, no”s, Bokuto rejoiced. Thanks to his soulmate, he was able to participate in the Spring Interhigh Tournament!

“I’m so glad I was able to help you!” Despite not knowing who in the world her soulmate was, she couldn’t stop smiling. There was a little bit of a hint she learned about him too— he played volleyball.

T W O .

In the time that (Y/N) got to know her soulmate, she learned how comforting he can be at times. Despite how he came across as an idiot at times, he was perhaps the one person she could talk to whenever she needed comfort. His simple words were enough for her.

One night, (Y/N) found herself staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. She couldn’t sleep. No matter how much she tossed and turned, or set the right conditions for maximum comfort for sleeping, she just couldn’t go to sleep. It was like the universe was keeping her awake. And for what?

The thoughts of not being able to sleep swirled around in her mind, and soon enough, Bokuto asked her if there was something wrong. She replied that it was no big deal, and that he shouldn’t worry much about it. Despite this, Bokuto insisted for her to confide in him. And so she did.

“I’m not too fond of the idea of soulmates. I really hate to tell you this, but I just... I don’t want to be destined to be with someone, you know?” It pained her to tell this boy, and she could tell it pained him, as well.

Bokuto, who had been awake for quite some time as well, lay in bed with a blank stare. He looked all around his room, trying to find at least some answer to her thoughts. (Y/N) had more to say, however.

“...And I don’t even know who you are. I mean, I know some things about you, but I don’t know-know you. I don’t know your name, or what school you go to, or what you would like to do after you graduate high school, or—“

“Bokuto Koutarou— that’s my name. You don’t have to tell me yours if you don’t want to. But... that’s something about me. To help you get to know-know me. And I go to Fukurodani High School. And I think I’m gonna continue volleyball after high school... Is there anything else you want to know about me?” Bokuto interrupted (Y/N)’s train of thought. He began to open himself up to his soulmate so that she would be able to open herself up to at least the mere concept of soulmates. It would take a bit more time, he thought, before she would want to begin to open herself up to him.

“Okay, well,” (Y/N) began, “Tell me what’s the first thing you do when you wake up, and the last thing you do before you go to sleep.” She giggled; she was curious to know what he’d say.

To hum in his thoughts was something typical of Bokuto, and he did just that: “Hm, I think the first thing I do when I wake up is... I mean, after I open my eyes, is jump outta bed! And the last thing I do before I go to sleep is...” He hummed again, “close my eyes. And then I think a ‘lil bit. About everything, really! Sometimes I begin to dream about my soulmate... you, and what you look like, and when we’ll meet, and how we’ll meet, too, and—“ Bokuto exhaled out loud. He’d love to meet his soulmate one day.

“Well, thank you, Bokuto-san. Hopefully we’ll meet someday. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Good night,” (Y/N) told him as she dozed off to sleep.

Bokuto Koutarou, huh...

T H R E E .

“Favorite color?”

“I’d say gold! The color of my eyes!”

Another boring lecture meant another day of playing 20 Questions with Bokuto for (Y/N). She had just asked her seventh question, which, along with the past six questions, had been entirely superficial. However, they weren’t quite as ridiculous as the questions he had asked her.

Case in point: “What are you going to have for lunch today?” He asked. Without context, it probably would have been pretty ridiculous to ask that, but given that lunch followed after the current period and that Bokuto was insanely hungry, it seemed probably reasonable to ask that question.

“I think I’m going to have what they’re selling today in the cafeteria,” (Y/N) pondered. Though, she was probably going to stick with her usual whatever’s-available-in-the-vending-machine. She looked down at her notebook, doodling a very rough image of the volleyball ace that everyone at school knew.

Ever since that one night—that night when she couldn’t go to sleep for the life of her, she had been in utter shock at the fact that Bokuto Koutarou was her soulmate. Everyone knew about him— from how he’s absolutely impressive at pretty much every sport he played to his overwhelming presence that made the general atmosphere of wherever he was so much lighter. He was like a light in her eyes, but he didn’t know who she was at all.

“Can I go again? It’ll count for my next question,” Bokuto asked. (Y/N) complied, and he followed her response with “You don’t think I know who you are?”

So she was thinking out loud. “I mean, you know me only because we’re soulmates. Other than that, I don’t think you know anything else about me—“

“My next question! What makes you think I don’t know anything about you?” Bokuto asked again.

“I mean—“

“I know that you’re my soulmate, which means you’re the one for me! I’m supposed to help you. With everything,” Bokuto continued, “because you’re my everything.”

(Y/N) looked down in embarrassment, her face turning red.

“You’re embarrassing,” she thought. “Don’t you realize what you’re saying right now?”

From Bokuto’s classroom, all he could do was smile softly. “I don’t realize most things I say,” He jokingly stated. His own embarrassment started to creep up on him, making him begin to regret what he said, or thought, to his soulmate. “Sorry if it bothered you, or something.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it; let’s just keep playing,” (Y/N) responded, guilt weighing down on her for unintentionally shaming him for his embarrassing words. “It’s my turn now. Let’s see... what position do you play in volleyball?”

Bokuto’s mood instantly lightened as he proudly answered, “I’m a wing spiker! The ace!”

—

Several questions later, it was once again Bokuto’s turn. He was on his nineteenth question when he asked (Y/N), “Do you think there’s ever a chance I could show you a soulmate’s really worth it?”

“Bokuto, I—“

“My last question— my twentieth question. Can you give me the chance to show you why soulmates are destined for a reason?”

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment before she said, “... Okay.”

F O U R .

“Huh?! You’re still awake at this hour? I just woke up!”

Bokuto had jumped out of bed to begin his morning run. As he was changing from his sleepwear to something new for running outside, he heard muttering similar to white noise in his mind, which meant that his soulmate was awake and, somehow, barely thinking.

(Y/N), having been restless the entire evening, decided it would be a good idea to pull an all-nighter. Currently, she was lying in bed, watching the sun peek out through the blinds of her window. The brightness illuminated her once-dark room, and she felt a wave of guilt wash over her for not properly taking care of her body by sleeping.

“I’ve been awake. What are you doing right now? At five in the morning?” (Y/N) snapped back. The tiredness was getting to her.

“I’m about to go on my morning run! Now, what are you doing?” Bokuto replied. He was so genuinely curious to know what his soulmate was doing at this time, why she was up and awake, before he noticed that he disregarded the harsh and tired tone she used on him.

“All-nighter. Couldn’t sleep at all.”

“Oh! My friend Akaashi pulls those all the time. He’s always tired, just like you are right now!” Bokuto beamed, hoping to get at least some positive reaction out of her. But all he got was a dry laugh—if it was even possible to laugh in one’s mind— along with an obviously sarcastic “thank you, I know I’m tired right now.”

“Well, since you’re awake right now,” Bokuto continued, “why don’t you talk to me? I’d rather listen to you instead of my music.” To his surprise, (Y/N) complied, but, as she claimed, the only reasons she had were that she was tired and had nothing else to do.

—

After a conversation about Bokuto’s favorite kinds of breakfast foods followed by the sports that (Y/N) enjoys watching, the ace took a rest, sitting down underneath a tree in a park near their school, watching the sun paint the sky different shades of purple and red.

“Hm, I have a question for you. Why are you so adamant about wanting to show me the wonders of a soulmate? I mean—without me in your life, you’re pretty much free to fall in love with whomever you want,” (Y/N) spoke truthfully. Her question made Bokuto raise an eyebrow, but mostly because of the large words she used in phrasing it.

“... What does ‘adamant’ mean?” was all he could say. From the comforts of her bedroom, (Y/N) laughed heartily. The thoughts that came with her laugh were positive, as she commended Bokuto on saying the first thing that made her smile that day. She soon let him know what it meant, though, and Bokuto “ooh”ed in his mind, earning another laugh from (Y/N).

“Soulmate,” Bokuto called her this since she still never told him her name, “my friend Akaashi said that we’re soulmates because we’re bound together. There’s gotta be a reason why we’re bound together, right? Why our souls are destined to be with each other, right? Or else we’d just be... mates, and not soul-mates.”

“...I see.”

“And...I got nothing.”

“Bokuto, why don’t you try finding me?” (Y/N) suggested. “If you’re so adamant about the fact that because we’re soulmates means our souls are bound together—that our souls are destined to be together—you should easily find your way to me, right?”

Bokuto stayed silent.

“Look, this is what I’m saying. Why don’t you act on your belief? Find me, and if you do, I’ll know that our souls are not meant to be apart.”

(Y/N)’s soulmate remained silent for some time before he responded.

“I’m going to find you, soulmate. I’m going to find you one day!”

F I V E .

She stared blankly at the vending machine in front of her. She tried not to reveal that she was currently thinking about whether to choose between strawberry or banana milk, so as not to reveal her location, if Bokuto were to find out she went to Fukurodani High School. Little did she know that he had a bit of help from his volleyball teammates in deciphering who exactly she was.

—

“What’d she think now?!”

“Ah! Uh, she doesn’t know if she wants strawberry or banana milk!” Bokuto exclaimed. The Fukurodani third-years, along with Akaashi, were gathered around Bokuto’s desk. On top of it was a notebook, opened to a half-covered page of scatter-brained notes of his soulmate’s thoughts.

Konoha hummed, and placed a hand on his chin. “Okay, from that we know that she’s also out at lunch. Maybe she goes here!” In Akaashi’s mind, he thought that it was awfully quick (and definitely extremely convenient) to assume that she goes here, but he did not express this disagreement of his.

Bokuto agreed with his logic, and in the notebook he wrote, “Probably goes to Fukurodani.”

“Does she have any new thoughts, Bokuto-san?” Akaashi spoke up.

“Um, yeah. Okay, uh, she’s thinking about who to eat with,” Bokuto replied. He picked up the pencil he dropped from excitement, and began to write down keywords from her thoughts. Sarukui looked on, noticing that Bokuto was writing the names he recognized.

“Bokuto, you wrote down Suzumeda-san’s name!” He called out. The ace leaned back to look at what he had written down, and sure enough, he had written one of the two managers of his club’s names down.

“She goes here!” Everyone in the huddle exclaimed. Bokuto’s other classmates who were also in the classroom slowly turned around in questioning curiosity, wondering what in the world they were doing.

“Bokuto-san! I think you should just go look for her. What was it that you said again...?” Akaashi questioned him.

Bokuto stared blankly at Akaashi for a brief second to recollect his thoughts from the recent shock, and soon after he came to his senses he responded that his soulmate said that if soulmates really are destined to be together, he should go look for her. With that in mind, his teammates ushered Bokuto out of the room and cheered him on to go find his soulmate.

Adrenaline rushed through Bokuto as he was pressured by his teammates to go find his soulmate. He was going to meet her today!

He dashed down the third-years’ hallway to go outside, nearing the closest vending machine. For a moment he pressed his face against the clear glass, to check the contents of the machine. He could see a row of strawberry milk boxes and next to it a row of banana milk boxes. Gears inside had ceased whirring, signaling to Bokuto that someone had just used the vending machine.

Bokuto’s heart stirred, and instinct told him to run out into the courtyard. Following his instinct, he sped out of the hallway in which the vending machine was, and opened the door that led to the courtyard. He had opened them so quickly that he didn’t see the figure of a girl in his year on the other side about to open the door, despite the large window in front of him that made up a huge component of the door’s upper half.

He walked straight into the girl, and the sudden shock pulled them back, to see who they had run into.

“He actually... He found me!”

“I found you!”

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[kreidewaltz]

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[spicyfoodboi]

can i request headcanons with tsukishima when his fem!s/o is bored so she just bite his cheek now he is annoyed and do the same

cheeks that are soft as mochis

Genre: fluff and a hint of crack

A Kei Tsukishima x reader

a/n: hey guys! We're here with another saltyshima boi post! It's been a while since I actually wrote for him but here we are. I wanted to make these drabbles but I'm also doing akutagawa from my prompt list so I decided to start easy and do this one. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Kei is a teasing son of a bitch.

He makes sure kisses are far beyond your reach.

You could only get them when begging for it.

Not that kind of beg you nasties-

Anyways, during weekends he would invite her to his house to just lounge around in his room.

It was one of those weekends, laying side by side with the blonde boy, just scrolling through your phones like the social people you are,

It's been a couple of hours and you were starting to get bored.

But Kei didn't look like he was bored.

You looked over to see him texting the volleyball group.

You pouted, turning off your phone, leaning your head on his shoulder so you could read the conversation.

He just grunted in approval, tilting the phone in your direction so you could see it better

He was telling Hinata and Kageyama to shut up since they were spamming the group with their stupid logic.

"ugh, they are so stupid…" he whispered for only you to hear, you smiled and nodded, looking up to see the middle blocker's face.

His lips were pursed in a straight line, his eyes fixed on the screen he was holding up for the both of you to see.

His cheeks were plumped and pink

His cheeks were pink…

…pink as mochis.

You pulled yourself up to nibble on his cheek.

They're as soft as mochis too.

He didn't expect this at all.

A yelp escaped his lips as he pulled away from you, his pink cheeks burning a darker red.

You smirked at him, acting all innocent and shit-

"what? what's wrong tsukki~" you whined, you fluttered your eyes to add more effect.

He coughs, trying to gain his composure, he pulled his glasses up and looks at you "nothing dumbass, you just thought my cheeks are food and started to bite them."

His slightly flustered expression turned into a big smirk.

You gulped. This cannot be good.

He leans in closer to you, his mouth by your ear. You could hear the smirk through his tone.

"so if you think you could get away with nibbling on my cheek, think again," he whispered into your ear, fanning the side of your face.

You were already blushing.

Without a second thought, he bites your cheek with the same force as your bite.

Bites turned into kisses and kisses turned into… a makeout session.

That makeout session got cut short when Akiteru walked in with take-out in his hands.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! Requests are open for haikyuu characters so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Love you guys 💖💞❤

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This is reupload!!

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[indigohitoshi]

05 ; SO YOU HAVE A THING FOR DOMS?

SUBTWEETS.

*.:｡★ after coming across your timeline, hajime finds your twitter handle and realizes that he comes into your bakery everyday. you seem relatively nice, but are you actually sub-thirsting about him?

*.:｡★ taglist : @the-broken-halo-writer @cuddlesslut @peppermintkiddo @pyblos @90s-belladonna @kxmilkahara @suna-allie @iiwah @kritiiiii @ilykenewdles @momoinot @ktbio @kageyamasbabygorl @berriesii @itsalyssa15 @akaashimp @ushiwakaismybae @kuroosbabie @adorable-punk-superheroes @kuraomi @kalesveggietales @prinzessinbuttercup @thespookyem @yusemis @zoppzoop @uchihaslutt @chaelysian @nishi-is-baby @patty-got-cakes @kenmasgameboy @svtbitch @steggy4ever @cadekagi @inewts @jabby16 @glowing-kuroo @nerdystoned @harajukukitsune @kodzukki @kissofbelladonna @kiyoomile @hqreisin @sugasugawarau @actual-smol @akaarin-deactivated20200801 @sneezy-s @pro-teen-summer @ack-aashi @jiminscarmex @taebby95 @sokka-dated-the-moon @kuroosrighttoe @jexiiann

*.:｡★ authors note : hey 😍😍😍 um yes 💔 so i will be trying to upload chapters twice a week but i dont have a schedule anymore bc i ✨never✨ upload on time ❤️.

TAGLIST IS CLOSED.

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[raichijin]

last line tag.

thank you @haijme for tagging me ! i wuv you bubby !

rules; create a new post and post the last line you wrote then tag as many people as there are words in the line.

the scapegoat goes by many names. namely yours, though martyr is universally known-

from some shoto angst i may or may not actually finish :)

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#🌦️ SUN_SH0W3R5.psd

[tokyoghoose]

➪ mood lighting

↳ haikyuu x reader

↳ miyagi prefecture secret santa event

⟳ warnings: mentions of alcohol, characters are aged up to legal drinking age, party setting, mild angst, anxiety, etc.

⟳description: an argument on the way to a holiday party leaves you mean then eager to prove your friend wrong. ( loosely based on this storyline artist @pautipeep on Instagram )

⥅Muni muni: to wonder, ponder about a certain thing

Nothing about Christmas was particularly appealing to you this year. Honestly, you'd much rather be, quite literally, anywhere else but here, right now in his car (that's heater is broken) with an itchy, ugly sweater and all that's on the radio being jingle bells; and by god, if you have to hear one more ho, ho, ho you might take the wheel and crash into the giant inflatable Santa down the street.

Scrunched up in the crook of the window, you watch as the snow flutters down and melts on the glass. If it were for the fact it's so cold, it probably would've been more eye-catching but anything's nicer to look at compared to the piercing eyes in the rearview mirror.  It makes you huff and turns your head and he simply gives you an exasperated look. Honestly, the ride to the party could've been as fun as it usually was but with his need to be right and his overwhelming desire to have the last word in the argument of "what are we,"  it was doomed from the start. In his defense, it's so he knows what to say because according to him 'the way you follow him around' is pretty contradicting to the grey area of friendship. But in your defense; whenever he asks this, the answer is always the same.

'We're just friends.'

And the reply is:

'Sure, but then don't come to me when you want someone to flirt with because you're drunk.'

And the thing is-- the thing that irks you is that he has said he's not ready for that commitment. Every time, it's 'you're my best friend' except when he feels like you shouldn't. So greedy, like a child.

You're only going to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid anyway.

When the two of you arrive, it's not long before someone pulls him into a bro hug and starts to lead him away. Trying to spare a glance at you to pull you along, he's all but a heap of hair swallowed in the sea of eager people that leave you with familiar anxiety.

You hesitantly make your way around, squeezing between people you don't know (because it's always his friends) and trying to find a center, or better yet find your supposed date.

Isn't that what he wanted to call it?

The thought makes you scoff but pushes you to continue.

The music is pretty loud and the alcohol is an acquired taste, and it smells putrid.  The people are extremely sweaty for one reason or another and you're in the kitchen now, standing on your toes and pushing against white muscle tees to finally lock onto the fluff of hair you saw before.

He's playing beer pong, his tongue sticking out to aim into one of the red cups on the other side and he's unbuttoned his shirt to show the white tee underneath. When he shoots the ping pong, it's not surprising it goes where he wants it to. He's always had a knack for that; being able to send the ball where he wants it to go. All those years of training seemed to come in handy for party games too.

The crowd that's built up around the cheap table cheers, banging on the wood and making the cups, whatever was filling them, bounce around. His smile lights up the room, making you pause for a moment. In a room of hundreds of people, you'd be able to pick out his laugh; even if it was a million, you'd hear it ring through your head.

He turns around to gaze at you; briefly, you wonder if you could love him or if it's the alcohol that's making everyone else around blur out. The thoughts get smothered out when he throws his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in. He smells like cheap beer but his breath doesn't reek of it when he sloppily kisses your cheek, only to be shoved away with an exaggerated scoff. The other player must've sucked. 

"Hey, let's go find a seat," he mutters, pointing at the main room with his arm wrapped around your waist and shoulders.

His hand leads you, his laugh guiding, and his eyes glancing back to finally meet yours.

It rounds you back to the question if it's the alcohol or if it's love, and when the world seems to pause and light up around him; the answer seems more than clear.

⥅authors notes ; week one of the secret Santa collab is complete! can you guess who this one was about? thank you for reading and make sure you check out the other collabers pieces, tagged below!

⥅tags ; @caxsthetic @t-amajiki @tsukkiboii @brainwqshed @himichii @spicyfoodboi @lcaita @cadekagi

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[letshaikyuu]

𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚢𝚘 // 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸𝙸

⇀ 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 ↽ ⇀ 𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚢𝚘 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 ↽

𝚊/𝚗: I’m super grateful to be a part of this collab because this server is amazing and filled the most amazing people ever, and when this collab came to mind, I was so excited to see it grow and now we’re already on chapter III !

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: none;  𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷.𝟻𝚔

Despite spending a full day in whatever scenario you were in and experiencing yesterday, you look around your ‘room’, still confused as ever. Were you really in a game? A game, like the ones you play on your phone for shits and giggles? That kind of game? Well, shit. You look around your room. It really looked like your typical otome game room – a pastel colored wall with posters of unknown anime and idol groups plastered on it, a simple window with a tiny plant and curtains that could hardly keep out the vibrant sunshine invading your room. It was already morning.

ding!

Flinching at the sudden noise, you look around and see your cellphone, the screen bright and colorful, indicating a new message on it. Looking closely, you see not one, but several new notifications on it. But, what caught your eye first were the large letters above all of them – Day 2. What?

“Are my days numbered or something?” You ask yourself, evident anxiety and fear lacing your voice. What would happen if you didn’t fulfill the tasks needed or don’t end up in a relationship with anyone of the possible characters? You closed your eyes, trying to remember the outcome of otome games you had played prior to this one, but it’s as if that information was nonexistent and unreachable.

Your hands shake as you open the next notification: new character! Oikawa Tooru.

And there, on your screen, was the same boy from yesterday. You could never forget a face like this one; curly brown hair that seemed to effortlessly fall and shine, dark brown eyes that are glinting with slight mischievousness, but keep pulling you in and making it hard not to get flustered at the mere sight of it – “was I this flustered when I stumbled upon him yesterday,” you ask yourself as you lay a hand on your heated cheek.

Clicking on his profile, you see a bar – a progress bar to be exact. Not even half full, but still shining brightly as it shows how much progress you’ve made with said character – 30%. Somewhere around the 80% mark there was a star and below the bar, an explanation:

‘Progress report! This page shows your progress with each met character. Your decisions affect your relationship with each character. Fill the bar to 80% and more to, ultimately end with said character! Remember – you cannot better one relationship without it having a bad effect on the other two!’

You sigh, throwing the phone on the bed and falling back onto it. Staring at the white ceiling above, you try to figure out why only Oikawa showed up. Wasn’t there a second person with him? Iwa-chan, ye, that was his name. Why isn’t he a potential love interest? Didn’t you interact with both of them enough to have a decent enough relationship with both and not just Oikawa? Yeah, game’s never let hot side characters be an option, and that has and always will suck.

ding!

Another notification? You think to yourself, grabbing the phone and seeing another new notification – but, this time, it was something completely new. Skip school or go to class?

“You have got to be kidding me,” you groan and glare at the screen, but the choices remain the same. Was this what they meant with the bolded lettering in the progress report? Neither option was completely perfect. Maybe focusing solely on Oikawa and progressing your relationship with him only would make things easier, but maybe the game didn’t want that. And, who knows, maybe you’re making the right decision with your final choice: skip school.

It happened suddenly. Transporting from your room to a crowded street. Where were you?

Looking around, you notice numerous shops and restaurants lining up on your left, but there was a blinding light in front of a specific coffee shop. You figured no one else could see it because they simply passed right over it, without giving it a single glance – am I supposed to go there?

You try opening the door to the shop on your immediate left, only to find it completely jammed. Same with the next shop, and the one after that. What made it even more confusing was the fact that other people could normally enter them, unlike you. “Sorry,” you mumble out your nth apology of the minute, moving to let other people pass and enter the shop. Your feet slowly moved to the coffee shop, stepping into the shining, bright light; and, suddenly, the door opened in front of you.

The interior of the coffee shop was anything but special. It looked like your everyday coffee shop, with a handful of customers circling around or chit chatting at the tables and counters. Were you supposed to buy some coffee? Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by some steaming hot content that happened to find its way onto your clothing. Oh boy, did it burn.

“Oh shit!” Well, there’s the culprit. “Nice going Bakageyama! Look what you’ve done!” And, there’s another one.

You swallow the stream of curse words threatening to spill out of your mouth and look up at the person who spilled their coffee all over you. Oh, oh.

In front of you was a very, very, handsome looking teen (he looks younger than that Oikawa dude from yesterday, you note down) and despite the fact that he was the one at fault here, having spilled his coffee on you, he looked way more irritated than you. There was a deep scowl decorating his features that seemed very sharp as it is, but the glare and scowl somehow, weirdly, suited him. What caught your eyes were the piercing blue pair looking at your own. Hello, Bakageyama.

“I’m so sorry! No, wait!” It was only then that you noticed his friend beside him, a lot shorter than this guy, but with very vibrant hair. He bowed at first, apologizing for what his friend did and then, as if realizing the inconsistency, shot up and roughly pushed the other guy’s back into a bow. “Hey-““We’re really sorry for ruining your shirt!”

“Uhm..,” you mutter out, not knowing exactly how to respond. “It’s okay. I, uhm, I wasn’t looking where I was going either, so it’s kind of my fault as well.” You rub the back of your neck, face flushed as the two teens straightened. The sticky, wet feeling of cold coffee damping your shit and sticking your shirt to your skin was everything but pleasant, but you felt the inability to go back home and change. What do you need to do here?

“Oh, shi- Kageyama, we’re so late for morning practice!” The bright, orange-haired guy exclaimed – rather loudly, if you might say so yourself – and made a quick dash towards the entrance. “Hurry it up!” „Hold on, dumbass,” the taller of the duo, still holding onto his only third-full coffee cup, snapped back and sighed, eyes glancing downwards to your soaked front. He placed the dirty cup on the nearest table and started unzipping and taking of his jacket, face sporting a fiery red blush.

“W-what are you doing?” You stutter out, face flaming as well. The guy shoves the jacket in front of you, waiting for you to take it. “Just...take this.” His eyes were everywhere yours weren’t, dancing across the whole interior of the coffee shop. “I’m...this is for me spilling coffee all over you, so just take it.” Now, it really did feel like your typical ‘this or that’. Take the jacket or don’t take the jacket.

“T-Thank you,” you shyly say as you take the black jacket from him. He runs off shortly after, leaving behind something between a grunt and a ‘hello’, but you’ll take it. You put on the jacket that was clearly tailored for someone of his size and built, but it did the job perfectly. The jacket smelt divine as well, there was no denying that and it was warm due to being worn for a while by the guy. Wait a minute? What was his name?

And, just like that, the coffee shop felt irrelevant. You, thankfully, remembered the way back to your house – or was it just a room? You didn’t really notice – and made your way into the bedroom. And, once plopping onto the bed, you receive a few, new notifications on your phone.

‘new message from: Oikawa Tooru’

-    Where were you at school today? The teachers were pretty upset with me for not paying more attention to you...I don’t know what their problem is sent 10:34pm

-   I’m sorry...didn’t feel well sent 10:36pm

‘Progress report! Relationship with Oikawa Tooru: 30% > 20%’

‘new character! Kageyama Tobio’

‘Progress report! Relationship with Kageyama Tobio: 30%’

You couldn’t stop the small smile dancing on your lips as you look through Kageyama’s character profile; he looked cute even on screen. Maybe skipping school was worth it, you did meet your ‘second option’.

“Now, we just wait for the third,” you murmur out, abruptly feeling drained as you snuggle under the bed covers. It didn’t feel long when your phone chimed again:

Day 3.

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @kingkageyamathegreat​, @sayakaaaaaa​, @tobubekida-yo​ @chigigami​, @sugacookiies​, @macaronnv, @cadekagi​, @raichijin​

𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎! @haikyuu-but-low-iq​ <3

#haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu collab #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #hq x male reader

[mukaminet]

And we’re back for take 2!

Sorry for the delay, but we’re back and we’re ready! Thank you to everyone who has helped us improve and fix everything that needed to be corrected when we first went live and for everyone who has been patient and understanding with us. We really and truly do appreciate it. hugs and kithes mwah <3

In light of past events we changed some of the graphics we’ve used and added a credit page to properly give credit to any graphics we use on the site now, and in the future. (If there is none it is because the graphic uses official art and was made by koca.)

onto the next order of business:

We would like to welcome our first round of new members! Thank you guys so much for applying <3 meet the fam

Alex - @bokutokoutarou​ - writer

Gigi - @gigiwrite​ - writer

Riss - @fukuronani​​ - writer, graphic editor

Kami - @kaminii​ - writer

Ellie - @shou-kunn- writer

Sapphire - @nekoglasses​ - writer, artist

Yuki - @dafurichan​ - graphic editor

Sol - @boqutos​ - writer

Lee - @shirabangs​ - writer

Sam - @cadekagi​ - writer

Kaoru -@kaoyuuuuu​ - writer

Kai - @lcaita​ - writer

Irda - @fitriiaw​ - artist

Lish - @haikyuu-but-low-iq​ - writer, artist

Jane - @noya-sannnn​ - writer

Cel - @mikasa-yamaka​​ - writer, artist

Saito - @mikas-kagehira​ - graphic editor

WELCOME ALL OF YOU! We look forward to getting to know you all. If anything has changed at all, be it your name, tumblr url, whether you want to actually join or not don’t hesitate to let us know!! (I noticed some changes and tried to adjust as much as i could figure out but if I need to fix anything let me know - @airybby​) Make sure to also look at the rules to refresh your memory since we also updated it! And if any of you new members would like to join the net discord server: dm this blog or any of the admins and we’ll send you the invite link to join. 

And now for the next part:

If you are interested in joining at all we are re-opening our application tomorrow (august 1st) and closes in ten days (august 10) and new members announced four days after (august 14)! 

here is the link for the post on how to join!

We’re a multifandom net and we welcome any and all content creators whether its writing, art, colorings, edits, any and all! I hope we get the chance to see you apply!

#announcement #important stuff #Welcome new members!! #We're back live!

[lnarizakis]

THE TEASER;

“Be right back.” That’s what he read, perhaps some four years ago. Ever since then, he’s been waiting. And waiting. But she never returned. Until he got a message four years later from an unknown number wanting to rekindle their friendship.

“Be right back.” That’s what she said, perhaps some four years ago. Though, she didn’t come right back. She did move back to Japan from America four years later. Things have changed, but have the feelings she felt in her heart back then stayed the same?

please don’t mind the— “edit profiles”, timestamps, numbers of likes/replies/retweets

THEIR STORY;

y/n and co. | tsukishima and co.

reference page (contact and group chat names)

PAGE ONE

— preface . . .

— chapter one . . .

— chapter two . . .

— chapter three . . .

— chapter four . . .

— chapter five . . .

— chapter six . . .

— chapter seven . . .

PAGE TWO

— chapter one . . .

— chapter two . . .

— chapter three . . .

PAGE THREE

— chapter one . . .

— chapter two . . .

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #taglist? prob #be right back #cadekagi

[keiyoomi]

how about 4, 9, and 43 for the fanfiction ask game?

⤜ 4: Link your three favorite fics right now.

@bftsukki ’s white day, @secondhand-trash ’s ahoge, @wordswithinmoments ’ 01:39 and the world keeps spinning. adding more! there @hqstuffsforme ’s illegitimate, @cadekagi ’s coaches don’t play, and many more.

⤜ 9: Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

i’m not sure if they’re unknown/underrated, but there’s @k-eijiakaashi , @weyheyjxlya and @hqstuffsforme

⤜ 43: Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.

ah! the positive experience with the fanfic community that i’ll always remember is that for the first time, i haven’t receive any hate anon from anyone. if anyone would send me one, please note that idgaf and your hate message will be deleted.

#keiyoomi: ask game

[spicyfoodboi]

OK BEA I'M HERE TO REQUEST FOR HAIKYUU, may i have a soft loving night of massaging sakusa/akaashi/osamu's back, like, they must be tired so s/o offers to massage their back and its so relaxing and ugsjfnxkddnkd much floof pls hahaha thanks ily ♡♡♡

kneading his knots away

A Kiyoomi sakusa, keiji akaashi, and osamu miya x reader

a/n: so I did say that I couldn't post but here we are! hope this is good enough v! This is the easiest thing next on my drafts so let's do this one so I could at least upload today! Hope you guys enjoy it! Let's get started!

 Kiyoomi sakusa

No physical touches.

Okay, maybe a couple of exceptions.

Sakusa would make you wear a mask and use alcohol on his hands as a precaution when you first started dating.

But now, just a spritz of alcohol would do.

He came home from practice, sore and exhausted.

And of course disgusted.

He can feel the sweat on his back.

You noticed his discomfort and told him to take a shower.

He nodded before leaving.

So you decided to set up a surprise for him in the bedroom.

Not that kind of surprise, ya nasties-

You get some candles and lit them to set the mood.

You got some oils out, some towels, you even changed the sheets.

Sakusa came out from his shower, a towel wrapped around his lower body, to see a homemade spa, complete with you in scrubs you used in a costume once

(you dressed as a nurse and he became a doctor but he didn't want you to dress all skimpy)

He hesitantly stripped his towel off, laid down on his stomach then let you place a warm, damped towel on his ass.

You leaned in, pouring some oil on his back then you started to massage the stiff parts, kneading the knots out.

He didn't react much, the only thing that you would hear while you massage him was little hums.

Overall, he was very thankful for the little surprise and will ask you for more.

In his sakusa way of showing you that he's sore and wants another night of massages.

 Keiji akaashi

He was up very late, on his desk, editing a part they needed before that issue could be published.

He was tired and sleepy and a bit stiff from sitting by his desk for a long period.

You were already asleep but you wake up to the sound of his mouse clicking endlessly and his keyboard clattering to make sentences on the screen.

You get from the bed and head over to him, placing your head on top of his, hands resting on his shoulders.

He looked up at you and smiled, leaning back a little more to feel your warmth.

Once you started to feel him relax in your hold, you started massaging his shoulders and his upper back.

He would let out small hums and groans as you fir the right spots.

He would be so cute.

When you get up and see him doing work, you take this as a sign that he needs more massages.

He would be so appreciative and give you massages in return when he sees you stressed as well.

You know his stiffest parts and now he knows yours too.

And you combat them together.

 Osamu miya

This bitch-

I feel like he's never gotten good massages before.

Like the only thing, he would get is those lousy and lazy massages from suna and atsumu.

So when you started to massage his back, he felt like there were rainbows and unicorns out in the world somewhere.

He would thank the heavens when you give him a massage in the breakroom of his shop.

He would tell you something along the lines of this.

"if you have hands like this, then you are fit to make onigiris for the shop."

"then I would like to apply." you joked as you continued to knead out the knots in his shoulders.

He lets out compliments and loud groans.

He likes your massages.

He isn't shameless about asking you too.

He would beg for you to bring him into the breakroom and ease his back in the middle of the day.

And you would gladly do it for him.

 That's all for today! Hope you guys enjoy it! Soldier, poet, king, or the undead exists now coming out soon! Requests are open for everything so please don't be shy to request anything! Love you guys ❤️💖💞💕

General taglist (don’t be shy to comment your tumblr @ below!): @tokyoghoose @macaronnv  @brainwqshed @reogou @cadekagi @himichii

#bea's request #haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #akaashi x reader #osamu x reader

[indigohitoshi]

04 ; MALE STRIPPER

SUBTWEETS.

*.:｡★ after coming across your timeline, hajime finds your twitter handle and realizes that he comes into your bakery everyday. you seem relatively nice, but are you actually sub-thirsting about him?

*.:｡★ taglist : @the-broken-halo-writer @cuddlesslut @peppermintkiddo @pyblos @90s-belladonna @kxmilkahara @suna-allie @iiwah @kritiiiii @ilykenewdles @momoinot @ktbio @kageyamasbabygorl @berriesii @itsalyssa15 @akaashimp @ushiwakaismybae @kuroosbabie @adorable-punk-superheroes @kuraomi @kalesveggietales @prinzessinbuttercup @thespookyem @yusemis @zoppzoop @uchihaslutt @chaelysian @nishi-is-baby @patty-got-cakes @kenmasgameboy @svtbitch @steggy4ever @cadekagi @inewts @jabby16 @glowing-kuroo @nerdystoned @harajukukitsune @kodzukki @kissofbelladonna @kiyoomile @hqreisin @sugasugawarau @actual-smol @akaarin @sneezy-s @pro-teen-summer @ack-aashi @jiminscarmex @taebby95 @sokka-dated-the-moon @kuroosrighttoe @jexiiann

*.:｡★ authors note : issa upload on time challenge 😾😾😾 i rly thought yesterday was wednesday ... im sorry 💔. this chapter wasn’t that funny 😿 but they work together now 😼 chaotic time 😼.

STRIKETHROUGH MEANS UNABLE TO TAG. TAGLIST IS CLOSED.

#haikyuu! #haikyuu #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu texts #haikyuu crack #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi smau #iwaizumi texts #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi crack #aoba johsai

[karasunology]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it’s sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out (hello baby 🥰)

LYRA !!!! hi tehee, not me getting all mushy when u call me baby <333 okay but fr, RIGHT BACK AT YOU HONEY. not only your works, but also you as a person😤 you're very beautiful inside and out 💞💕💗

let me just tag these lovelies because tumblr wont let me send multiple asks in a day😿

( i'm sorry if y'all don't wanna get tagged HAAHHAHA tell me to untag u if u want !! <3 )

@sophiawithstars , @semiluvr ( fuck u❤ ily u lmaooo ) , @keijination ( bitch where art thou are u? i missed ur roach ass😭 ) @haikyuu-but-low-iq , @hyucksong-main , @hqprotectionsquad , @dreamalittlewendy , @janellion , @macaronnv , @miel-meraki , @kuraomi , @applepienation , @markkny

@strawberriimilkshake , @emsvegetables , @raevaioli , @cadekagi , @nxkaharas , @kaminii , @cherryonigiri , @owlywrites , @toorusquill , @yusemis , @kenmakodzu , @dramaqueenweeb1469 & many more !!! y'all are beautiful people, i hope u know that 💖

#jae loving other people #ask.files #also hey lyra i love u !!!!

[raichijin]

 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ukiyo; the floating world.  chapter 2. 

━━━━━ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

preface; took me exactly a week to write. possibly the most uneventful, but important in setting up the rest of the story. enjoy ! (also, my first writing post on this account ! awesome.)

word count; 1.6k .

pretty. a pretty boy; with eyes the color of almonds and hair the same shade of rich oaky brown as a morning cup of coffee.

his smile is sweet like creamer, & the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he closes them is cute, too.

a new relationship, perhaps?

you’re so in awe that when you notice his face fall and he’s pulling his hand away, you realize it’s been 15 seconds and you’ve been standing for approximately 30, just staring.

wow, that’s awkward.

“... are you okay?” he asks you again, slower this time.

“i — yeah! totally. i just— i guess i’m just lost?” you look around for anything that could trigger a memory, or even something that looks remotely familiar.

 there’s nothing. “yeah, that must be it...ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡᵒˢᵗ.” he tilts his head at you, then smiles a little thinner, with only his lips and no teeth before gesturing towards the classroom door, other hand digging into his pants pocket.

“then i can show you around!” he hastily offers, giving you his arm before you even know his name, and the scary possibility that the ‘you’ in this world might’ve had a more notable presence starts sounding like a reality when your name falls effortlessly from his bubblegum pink lips, a cutesy ‘chan’ accompanying it.

“ah, you know me?” 

& while his nose crinkles in a way that’s not cute nor pretty, his smile remains steadfast until he turns away. “well, who doesn’t? our school doesn’t get exchange students too often. especially not ones as handsome as yourself~.” there’s that lilt again. as if he’s trying to make you fall in love with his voice alone, and you might’ve (you are).

“oh! uh, thank you, but-” you both step into the hallway, and the image of a highschool is imprinting itself in your brain. the uniform, the students, teachers, each class room and their individual signs, the kanji that somehow makes sense, and the sudden realization that everything around you is being spoken in spitfire japanese.

you’re speaking it, too.

“i don’t think i know you. what’s your name?”

the cute guy blanches, and suddenly everything seems more interesting to him.

his fingernails, a sudden itch on his nose, and random (read: fawning) passerby.

“um — i’m oikawa! the captain of the volleyball team?” oikawa phrases it like a question, as if you know him; and if he was expecting that flexing that kind of achievement would give him some kind of leeway, he couldn’t be more mistaken.

but for politeness sake, you can pretend to be interested, especially if it means he’d divulge more information about the school.

‘seijoh’ was the name, right? you could probably search it up later. you pat your pockets for the outline of a cell phone, and then realize it might still be in your bag — 

fuck, you still haven’t responded. you need to get better with your reaction time.

“oh! that’s cool.” said in a way that does a decent enough job of feigning interest, because his lips quirk back up. “class ended, right? are you gonna go to practice right now?”

“well...” he pretends to ponder the question. “that’s the plan! we should get going, before iwa-chan gets mad at me.”

iwa-chan? 

we?

“i — i mean, i would, but i don’t wanna be a bother —” but he’s already taking your hand and pulling you down the hall and out a door, quickly explaining some things you see that catch your eye along the way. before you know it, he’s guiding you towards a different building entirely, where the entrance is crowded by … students? some boys, some girls, some not even wearing the school’s uniform.

and they’re definitely not in any volleyball uniforms, or in anything in relation to sports. so what could they possibly be here for?

a high pitched squeal very quickly answers your question.

“look! he’s here!” the gaggle of students nearly trample you with how fast they surround oikawa, too busy ogling the captain to pay you much mind. you would’ve gotten swept away in the commotion if not for oikawa’s tightened grip around your wrist.

he tries (and fails) to calm down the small crowd huddled around him, but it makes enough noise that it starts to attract the attention from the players inside the gym. some look jealous, unsurprised, and one, standing out amongst the rest. with his lips pulled back into a sneer, sweat dripping down the side of his face, and —

“SHITTYKAWA!” the noise outside quiets down to a few whispers and just as quickly the crowd came in, they clear out, as the nameless begins to approach.

he carries himself high and fast and even if he comes up to a little under oikawa height wise, whoever he is, he clearly has mr. volleyball captain at least bashful.

… didn’t he mention someone who’d get pissy if he was late to practice?

“is that —” 

“iwa-chaaaaaan!” oikawa waves his hands absently as a means to placate his friend's temper, and he lets go of you in the process, providing you an ample opportunity to slip back into school, but your feet feel stuck to the floor and you can’t bring yourself to look away from the scene unfolding. this iwa-chan talks to oikawa like he’s his mother. stern with sharp features and a look that could actually kill.

oikawa really fucked up, huh? well, he might’ve not even gotten told if you didn’t pop out of the damn closet though. but it’s too late to apologize, because oikawa’s pointing at you, says something about you being the reason he got held up, and iwa-chan is directing that hard stare at you.

you could melt. if oikawa was pretty, then iwa-chan was handsome. a new love interest perhaps? he seemed hot enough to be one. where oikawa’s smile felt accommodating, iwa-chan’s sneer morphing into an expression of indifference and then slight charm feels more real, and is, in turn, more endearing.

“and you’re the new student? you’re the reason why he’s late?” you nod sharply, and explain how you fell out of the closet… and how oikawa helped you up. he flicks oikawa’s forehead just then, and you laugh, worsened by the kicked puppy expression scribbled all over the captain’s face.

“you’re laughing at this? iwa-chan! cut it out — you’re already rubbing off on them!”

“trashykawa! what the hell were you trying to do with the transfer?” he tugs on his ear like a disappointed parent, but shoots you an apologetic smile.

“i’m sorry you had to deal with him.” oh, you beautiful human, you do not have to be sorry for anything — “i can take him from here — just tell me if this dumbass bothers you again.”

“i wasn’t bothering them i —” iwa-chan glares daggers into him and he concedes, letting himself get dragged into the gym building, his teammates laughing at him, and leaving you behind. they all trail inside before the gym doors close, and suddenly, this area feels pointless.

was this the end of the day? 

you go back into the school, backpack slung anxiously over your shoulder. how were you supposed to find the bedroom to save your game if you didn’t even know where your house was? did you miss a cutscene? did you do something wrong?

a distinct buzzing from your backpack halts your train of thought.

you dig through your pack to find your phone, a rectangular brick with a few stickers on it, opening to your fingerprint and showing you text message notifications from one ushiwaka-san.

the third named character you’ve met in a day. 

ushiwaka-san: have you reached home yet?

huh. is he your parent? guardian? you don’t know any kid who’d put their fathers name so informally.

you: uh, not quite, no 

you: how do i get back? i kind of like

you: forgot

you: my bad dad

ushiwaka-san is … typing !

ushiwaka-san: dad?

ushiwaka-san: what do you mean?

ushiwaka-san is … typing !

ushiwaka-san: whatever.

ushiwaka-san: give me a moment.

you cringe at how badly you misread that, but he eventually sends you the address and instructions on how to get to, where you hope is, home, and with a few pointers from some straggler students, you’re off.

the sun is kissing the hills by the time you’ve reached your destination. your legs are burning from the walk, and you feel like you could collapse on the doorstep if you didn’t know your bed was behind it, decidedly more comfortable than the concrete. 

you find some keys in the side pocket of your bag and unlock the door to the house. it looks pretty enough on the inside, but you’re too tired to appreciate the graphics. you just want to save the game and be done with this.

forty dollars for a walking simulator? no wonder your friend didn’t like it. you have to duck into a few rooms before one reminds you of the one they showed you when the game booted up originally. you flop on the bed before you get the sudden urge to look at your phone again.

a notes app has popped up.

you can write your discoveries after a scenario here. useful for remembering important things, like dates, likes and dislikes, etc.

you can access this when not in a scene, occasionally in-between or during class, or when you’re in your room for the night.

it feels like someones projecting their thoughts into your brain, and it kind of hurts, but you keep it in mind for the next time. you can’t even bother to get out of your uniform before it’s like your eyes are shutting themselves, no matter how much you try to force them back open.

the day is ending, and it’s time to save your progress.

you black out.

the void cradles you. a feeling akin to falling asleep yet wide awake, you settle here until the confirmation of a saved game rings vaguely through your head.

then, just as suddenly,

you’re up.

passing the baton to you kat! @letshaikyuu.

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[koushisun]

BNHA characters as Undertale OST

Inspired by this post by @cadekagi :)

Midoriya: Hopes and Dreams

Ochako: Heartache & Memory

Iida: Don’t Give Up

Todoroki: Asgore & His Theme

Tsuyu: Uwa!! So Temperate ♫

Bakugou: Ngahhh!!

Kirishima: Spear of Justice

Kaminari: Sans.

Mina: Dating Start!

Sero: Wrong Enemy !?

Jiro: Last Goodbye

Momo: Uwa!! So Holiday ♫

Aoyama: Power of “NEO”

Shoji: Premonition

Sato: Run!

Koda: Shop

Ojiro: Chill

Tokoyami: Waterfall

Hagakure: Temmie Village

Mirio: Ghost Fight

Tamaki: It’s Raining Somewhere Else

Nejire: Oh! One True Love

Eri: Undertale & Reunited

Aizawa: Don’t Give Up

Present Mic: Nyeh Heh Heh!

All Might: SAVE the World

Endeavor: Undyne

Hawks: Another Medium

Principal Nezu: Alphys

Shigaraki: Here We Are

Dabi: Oh My...

Toga: Spider Dance

Twice: Dummy!

Kurogiri: Quiet Water

Stain: Megalovania

These are all just my opinion, so feel free to tell me what you song you think fits them best! :)

#koushisun writes #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha x reader #mha x reader #izuku midoriya headcanons #todoroki headcanons #bakugou headcanons #also the track titles are how they appear on apple music #so sorry if something looks off #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #shouto todoroki #denki kaminari

[atsudesu]

do you have any atsumu recs? ☺️

OF COURSE!!!@&;@^#*##^*#&#£ (actually there are more but i'm lazy :p)

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i melt with you by @/ohhoneyvee

this fic calms me down istg. if you're nervous/sad/angry def read this.

you and i by @/cadekagi

my precious sam wrote this masterpiece for me :"))

fingerless gloves by @/cadekagi

i'm not gonna say anything bc if i begin to talk abt this fic i won't shut up. it's angst but i made sam write a part 2 lol.

fools in love by @/cadekagi

amazing. wonderful. awesome. you can feel a few tears rolling down your cheeks as you finish reading the last line.

i'll pause this game so our love will never end by @/u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum

my heart..... it's so cute. i just- UGH.

36 questions by @/miyachondria

read. it.

the fifth of october by @/konohababy

pls i love this so much. this fic is like my serotonin wellspring.

a decent try by @/kuroopaisen

another one that will make you wish if only atsumu was real.

monochrome by @/cherubvivi

it's kinda long but you'll absolutely love it. everything is slow and just,, feels so light. when you get to the ending, you'll smile.

#if you want to see more #just check my main acc #it's @atsumoon!!! #🌿 ─ asks #;sarahvvictoria #🌿 ─ recs