Hio Loves Haruta

♡ Blue Lock, Record of Ragnarok, Naruto, One Piece, Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, Sabikui Bisco | ★ | . • ° ★ ° • . ♡ Haruta from One Piece, not jjk... → 20 ← i keep forgetting i have to upload my age, i miss being young

[sundaysschild]

reblog if ur not just a casual fan!!!!! reblog if u look into the lore reblog if u actually like the characters and not just the hype and trends!!!!!!

[no1onepiecefan]

something that breaks my heart is how easily thatch died. thatch, the fourth division commander of the whitebeard pirates, must’ve been incredibly powerful. the whitebeard commanders we know in detail: marco, oden, ace, izou, jozu, vista, etc, are renown as some of the most powerful characters in their respective fortes each. the whitebeard pirates were titans of the pirate world, and to hold a position of power in their ranks is placing you easily among some of the most powerful in one piece almost inherently.

but thatch died without a fight to our knowledge, thatch died quietly, found in a pool of his own blood, body already cold. thatch died very literally stabbed in the back, in the middle of the night without last words that would reach anyone’s ears. it’s brutal and more than anything, it’s so unpleasantly bitter.

i think how he died is very symbolic of the whitebeard pirates as a crew. a man who, while we don’t know in combat, is at least comparable to the commanders we do know. his faith and family-orientated love was so unwavering it caused a man like that to die swiftly and silently. while blackbeard’s power pre-devil fruit is nothing to undermine, especially given the wound he gave shanks, i refuse to believe thatch wouldn’t of at least been able to defend himself briefly; long enough to be heard. thatch died with unquestioning love in his heart, not for one second was his guard up, and only in teach’s gross abuse of that trust did thatch succumb. thatch died so easily, and nothing hurts more than that.

all the whitebeard pirates died for love. oden died, tortured and shot, after holding his loved ones above his head for an hour so they wouldn’t boil alive alongside him. thatch died with unquestioning adoration, stabbed in the back by a member of his cherished family. ace died indirectly as a result of trying to avenge thatch, and directly by defending luffy in the pinnacle of marineford, protecting his little brother until his last breath. whitebeard died attempting to rescue ace, falling victim to hundreds of wounds in his path as he clambered to save his son. ultimately, the bullet that would kill him was from the gun of the son that betrayed him. izou died in sacrifice, telling his younger sister to live. he died fighting against enemies who intended to hurt ace’s little brother and who would’ve doomed his homeland if they succeeded. whitebeard pirates are so kind, love is as natural to them as breathing. i am hoping, in some way, there will be a resting conclusion to all the suffering they have been dealt so horribly. they are so full of love, and that makes their story so tragic.

[tantegel]

common haikyuu misconceptions

i might make a more comprehensive list later, but i just gotta get this out now to scratch the itch:

setting errors:

date tech is a vocational school for engineering (as evidenced by hq-bu and its name), NOT a regular highschool - meaning there's a focus on getting actual hands-on experience and the classes are likely specialized to the fields the kids want to get into as soon as they graduate highschool. i doubt any of the date tech kids went to college because of this, as vocational schools fast tracks their students into their respective careers. (it's also why the third years not having jobs is a running gag in bu, bc they very much could start working right after highschool, esp if they don't go to uni)

so far the only member of shiratorizawa's team to have been explicitly confirmed to have passed the entrance exam and was NOT scouted by washijo is shirabu. it's been stated that anyone scouted earns a sports scholarship that lets them bypass the entrance exams.

this gets glazed over because of how emphasized the accents of inarizaki is, but our main cast+anyone else from miyagi almost certainly also have accents, that when localized would also be rural-country adjacent! washijo is localized with a accent written out similar to inarizaki's, but he's actually speaking with a more thick miyagi-ben that's difficult to distinguish in english.

what class number a person has (typically 1-5, but can go higher depending on the school population) can correlate to their general state of their grades (on the lower end would usually get assigned to class 1-2, while those who are aiming to get into competitive unis are 4 or higher) however this isn't always the case but does work for a general rule of thumb. i do have to say being in lower ranked classes doesn't necessarily equal to stupid, just not academically inclined.

if school has academy in the name it's a private institution, whereas -highschool (karasuno, inarizaki) implies it being a public school.

character writing errors:

NO ONE FROM SHIRATORIZAWA WOULD EVER CALL USHIJIMA USHIWAKA. sorry, this one really pisses me off bc the dub reallllllly fucked up with localizing nicknames/how characters refer to each other and is super inconsistent BUT I DIGRESS. it's extremely rude and implies he isn't worth a proper address of either his first or last name, and considering ushijima is implied to be an old wealth type of family with a lot of history to the point where they broke tradition to have waka's father take on the ushijima name upon being married - it's very very insulting. the third years would call him wakatoshi, while 2nd and 1st years call him ushijima/ushijima-senpai. ESPECIALLY SHIRABU HE WOULD DIE BEFORE HE EVER CALLS HIM USHIWAKA (biting my phone in rage at how this shit made it into the dub script)

who uses first names/who doesn't can get confusing, but a character who consistently uses first names, even when absolutely not appropriate is tendo. he even calls washijo tanji-kun which is fucking insane because he's not only an elderly staff member, he's washijo. the fact that he gets away with this implies either tendo's always this rude or they're very close (my personal preference) interestingly he does call semi by his last name, just with the twist of it being an affectionate nickname (semi-semi) which implies closeness considering the only other guy who isn't just [first name] or tanji-kun is wakatoshi (waka-kun)

everyone knows oikawa loves using nicknames, but in regards to how he formulates said nicknames for his team, it seems to be based on making their last names sound as cute as possible. adding an -un (matssun) or -chi (watacchi) or just using -chan, an affectionate term often used for girls or young kids (iwa-chan). the two (technically four) who break this trend is makki (interesting that he doesn't call him hana-chan, which would fit his naming scheme more as that's a very common cutesy nickname) and kyotani (kyoken, which might be a ref to ushijima being ushiwaka as a form of subtle disrespect and may imply that oikawa probably likes him the least out of everyone on seijoh but sees a little bit of ushijima in him) yahaba and kindaichi unfortunately do not have canon nicknames however which is. strange. i personally deign them yahabun (because yahaba is also set to be oikawa's successor and the oyabun/boss of seijoh) daikun (in reference to him low key being built like a radish) daicchan would also be acceptable. the use of last names is verrry interesting tho considering the cutesy-ness of his naming choices would lend itself better to the use of first names, implying there's an invisible wall he's putting up between him and his teammates (writers, make of that as you will)

hinata is sometimes written to be ruder than he actually is, because canonically he's pretty respectful to anyone older/figures of authority, with a notable exception: oikawa. however, you could argue his intent isn't to be rude, rather he views his nickname as cool (similar to his original view on kags' king of the court nickname) though he calls him oikawa-san post timeskip. he's a good noodle 🥺

inarizaki does not have a confirmed vice-captain, however considering all the little context clues given it's verrry likely to be oomimi ren, as he's close enough to kita for atsumu to joke they're married (👀👀👀) and aran, for all his screentime is never explicitly stated to be vice captain when there were plenty of opportunities, esp in the scene where kita was named captain. very much a soekawa jin situation where a character w very little screentime actually had a relatively important role within the team

i put this one last bc it's a nitpick with no definitive answer, but it is highly likely that reon ohira, aran ojiro, adriah tomas, and oriver barnes are incorrect spellings of the intended names of these characters. the correct spelling based on intended naming themes should be leon (lion theming fitting with shiratorizawa's apex predator theme), alan (fox in breton language), adrian (highly likely to be american), and oliver (this one should be a no brainer)

[ferigrievous]

attractive things they do ; inarizaki ver . ⋆˚࿔

atsumu ; chews on everything. its such a pet peeve to everyone else but you somehow. chews on everything like its got answer. its really dumb, but kind of endearing in a way. he always needs something in his mouth, pencaps, straw ends, hoodie strings.

osamu ; lets you have the first bite of everything. no matter how excited he is about the food, how expensive or scarce, he always lets you have the best, and the first bite. he acts like it’s no big deal, but it is. he’ll even rotate the plate to angle the best part toward you, like you wouldn’t notice.

kita ; fixing things that arent his. he quietly straightens someone’s collar, or pluck the dandruff out of their hair without asking. doesnt call attention to it, he just does it like its the natural thing to do. doesn’t call attention to it, doesn’t expect anything back. like its just the way things are.

suna ; holds back his laughs. he very rarely laughs big like either of the miya twins, and doesnt have a naturally quiet laugh like kita. he just smirks, looks down, and exhales through his nose, or lets out a breathy chuckle. covers his mouth with the back of his hand and looks away.

aran ; pacemaker. always waits for everyone to keep up, even if it means he’s a couple steps behind everyone else. doesnt want to leave anyone behind. turns his head back mid-walk just to check no one got left behind. never hurries anyone, never complains.

ginjima ; brings an extra pair of everything. extra pencils, extra snacks, extra change. never asks to be repaid, either. just wordlessly passes it to whoever needs it without any fuss. if someone needs something he doesnt have, he’ll start bringing that, too.

akagi ; remembers weirdly specific stuff. will question you if you start using a different font on instagram, or if you start holding your pencil a different way. the littlest things you never noticed, but also somehow misses if you got a haircut or got new glasses. “you used to dot your i’s with circles. when’d you stop?”

[ req for ; @dottydoe ]

[dumdogs]

ugly ᯓ★ suna rintaro

word count: 2k

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warnings: pregnancy, implied miscarriage, angst, abortion mention, arguments, situationship, language, drinking, hook ups, mdni

an: i figured since im not going to finish get ugly the series, i'd take the plot of get ugly and turn it into a little one off. you don't have to read get ugly for this to work it can stand on it's own. (but if you want to read it here it is) but if you have read it keep in mind im making some changes so it works on its own. also i’m terrified people are going to HATE this

She likes Suna. 

She likes the glint in his eyes and the sound of his low laughter. She likes when he keeps her up at night with a string of desperate, longing texts. She likes the feel of his hands gripping at the flesh of her thighs as she straddles his lap, the warmth of his bare skin against hers, the sound of his voice, quiet in her ear. How he always tastes like mint. The smell of his cologne lingering on her bedsheets. The hardness of his muscles under the skin of her palm. 

She likes him. 

She, however, does not like Suna this much.

Her hand shakes as she holds the thin, plastic stick in her hand. It would be easier to convince herself that the two clear pink lines didn’t mean anything, if there weren’t two other tests with the same result discarded at her feet. It’s getting harder to pretend, now, and the bad feeling in her stomach is starting to work its way up her throat. 

A timid hand knocks against the door of the convenience store bathroom. She jumps at the sound of it, and her heart nearly leaps out of her chest. “Excuse me,” calls the voice of the girl who was working the register “are you okay in there?” 

She must seem pathetic, disheveled and wild-eyed, frantically buying three separate pregnancy tests with crumbled bills and loose change, and then locking herself in the bathroom. But she couldn’t wait. Ever since the thought entered her mind, it wouldn’t leave, and it slowly ate away at her. It followed her throughout her shifts at work and her commute home. It kept her from sleep and prevented her from eating until suddenly she couldn’t continue on for another second without knowing. 

It was supposed to be negative. This was supposed to quell her anxieties and make her feel silly for worrying. Because there was supposed to be no way she was pregnant. 

The cashier knocks on the door again. “Hey,” she says, voice unsure and soft, “do you need me to call anyone for you?” 

“No,” she says, but her voice cracks and comes out scratchy. She swallows, and shakes her head. “No” she repeats. “No, I’m okay. I’ll be done in a minute. Thanks.” 

She gathers the three, positive tests in one hand, and uses the other to yank down some paper towels. Carefully, as if she was holding glass, she wraps all three of them together in the paper towel, and then shoves them into the back pocket of her jeans. She can’t abandon them in the trash; she needs the physical proof that this has been more than just a nightmare. 

With her hands still trembling, she stands, and her body moves erratically towards the door. The cashier is standing on the other side of the door once she opens it, with wide worried eyes. For a moment, the two of them look at each other, each of them knowing what transpired in the bathroom. Then, the cashier speaks. “Can I do anything for you?” 

The question makes her throat tighten, and she becomes terrified that she’s going to cry in this convenience store, three positive pregnancy tests in her back pocket and something growing inside of her. “No,” she tells her, strained. “There’s nothing you can do. Thanks, though.” 

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Once she passes through the front door of Suna’s apartment, he greets her by placing each of his hands on either side of her face, and kissing her. “I missed you,” he says as the door closes behind her, and she suddenly feels like she’s going to empty her stomach onto his feet. “I was thinking about you all day at practice. I kept fucking up my timing on my blocks because I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you,” Suna says, never once releasing her face. He squeezes her cheeks slightly, and places another kiss on her forehead. “How come you’re out of work so early? Was it dead tonight?”  

She pulls away from him, and he lets go at once. “I didn’t go to work today,” she tells him, unable to stop her voice from sounding pathetic. She swallows the lump in her throat. She called out of work once she got home and pulled the tests out of her back pocket. It was then that she realized if she had to spend all night pouring drinks for already drunk strangers, she might have some kind of breakdown. 

“Why? What’s wrong?” Suna asks, ducking his head to try and catch her eye, but she keeps her gaze firmly on the floor beneath her. “Hey, what’s going on?” Suna questions, worry now seeping into his voice. 

She shakes her head. The question seems to have made her throat tighten and her eyes burn, and suddenly she feels oddly humiliated, standing there in front of Suna. “I can’t.” 

“You can’t what? Hey, it’s okay, look at me,” Suna pleads, putting each of his hands on her shoulders. He holds onto her tightly, and asks again, “What happened? Whatever it is, you can tell me” 

“No, no I can’t,” she insists, even though she knows she has to. “Rin, please.” 

She doesn't know exactly what she’s asking of him, and it seems that he doesn’t either, because whatever it is that she’s looking for, Suna doesn’t give it to her. “I just wanna help. You can tell me, it’s okay.” 

“I don’t know how to say it,” she says, eyes still trained on the ground. Her heart hammers in her chest, and her palms feel clammy. She doesn't know if she could lift her head to look Suna in the eye if she tried, her head feels too heavy to hold up. 

Suna’s grip on her shoulders tightens. She wonders what he’s thinking of right now. “Just say it, please.” His voice cracks when he speaks. 

“Rin,” she says, and once she does she realizes that she had been holding her breath. She squeezes her hands into fists. She takes a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.” 

“I-what?” 

“Please don’t make me say it again.” 

“What-what do you mean you’re pregnant?” Suna stammers, and his hands drop from his shoulders to hang limply by his side. Her eyes burn, and she has to squeeze them shut to keep herself from crying. “You-you can’t be pregnant, I’ve been using condoms. Did you take a test?” 

“I took three,” she tells him in a hoarse voice. 

“And they were all positive?” 

“Yes, fucking of course they were all positive.”

Suna hesitates. “And it’s mine?” 

“Yeah, it’s yours, whose else would it be?” she snaps, suddenly annoyed. And she’s grateful for it, because once the irritation starts to creep up, she’s able to open her eyes without tears spilling. She looks up at Suna, just to see him staring back at her, dumbfounded. 

“I dunno, we never talk about-“ he starts, and then stops himself. “I mean, I hoped you weren’t seeing anyone else, but it’s not like I asked you not to.”

He’s right, to be fair. It’s not like he ever asked her just to be his, and no one else’s. She thought it was just because he didn’t have to. Because it was clear, at least to her, that there couldn’t be anyone else but him. She was ruined for anyone else from the second he slipped into her bed. The insinuation that there could’ve been someone else besides him makes her blood run hot. 

“Well, I’m sorry,” she snarks, “but you’re the only person I’ve been fucking, so the kid’s definitely yours.” 

Suna stands there in front of her looking disjointed and pale, like he feels just as sick as she feels. There’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead. His eyes are unfocused, and he takes a step back from her. “What do you want to do?” 

“I dunno,” she shrugs. She hadn’t thought about it. She hasn’t been able to think of anything productive since the first test came out positive. Her head is filled with thoughts of disbelief and horror; she hasn’t been able to get to anything actionable yet. “Any ideas?” 

“I think we should get rid of it.” 

He says it so succinctly and immediately it makes her feel as if he had reached out and struck her. She takes a step back. “What?” 

“I’m not ready to have a kid,” Suna states firmly. “Are you?” 

“I dunno. I hadn’t really thought about it.” 

It hadn’t occurred to her that getting rid of it was an option. Keeping it wasn’t exactly something she had considered either, but now it seems that these are the two options that she’s presented with. Keep it, or get rid of it. And suddenly, everything becomes so much worse. 

“Most people who are ready have thought about it,” Suna tells her gently. 

Suddenly, she feels defensive. Suddenly, it feels like Suna is standing in opposition to her. “You don’t think I could do it?” she retorts. “You don’t think I could be a good mom?” 

The word mom on her tongue feels foreign, and it makes something unpleasant churn in her stomach. She doesn’t know that she could be a good mother. It feels that most of the time, she’s not even good enough to herself. 

“You’re a bartender,” Suna reminds her in a way that makes her eyes start to water again, because that answer is as good as a flat-out no. Suna notices this, and sighs.  “Look, I’m not saying you couldn’t be. I just don’t think you’re at a point in your life where you’re ready to be.” 

“Oh, and since when do you know so much about me?” she argues without knowing why. He’s right, she thinks. She is just a bartender. She couldn’t be a mother. It’s just that the thought makes something within her quiver. “You’re a guy that I fuck for fun. You don’t know shit about me.” 

She watches the words hit Suna’s face. He lets his expression widen and fall. “I like to think I’m more than that,” he says quietly. 

“Well, you definitely are now,” she snarks. “You’re the father of my child.” 

This seems to awaken something in Suna. He jerks his chin forward, and narrows his eyes at her. “Do you know what to do when a baby starts to cry? Or when they start to cough?” he questions, every one of his words an accusation. ”How to tell when they’re sick or hungry? Do you even know how to change a diaper?” 

Her hands are balled into fists by her hands, and she takes a step forward, glowering. “Am I too stupid to figure it out?” 

“What would we do when I have to travel for matches and you have to work?” Suna continues. “Your shifts end at three in the morning. Who’s gonna be there to take care of the kid? It’s not a dog, you can’t just leave it there until morning.”

“So you just want me to get rid of it?” she snaps back. “Just because I haven’t figured out how to raise a child entirely in the few hours it’s been since I found out?” 

Suna takes a step towards her, and his hands find her shoulders again, this time more desperate. “We’re not ready. I don’t know how to raise a kid. I don’t know how to teach them how to be a good person. I don’t know how to figure it out in nine months, and I don’t know how you’re going to do it either.” 

“Y’know what? Don’t worry about it,” she fumes, pulling away from him. “I can figure it out on my own.” 

Suna’s muscles seem to deflate. “C’mon, please don’t be like that.” 

“You don’t have to do this if you’re too scared of it,” she tells him, looking him in the eye as she steps backwards towards his door. “I’m not gonna make you.” 

The look in Suna’s eyes softens. “Please don’t go,” he asks of her, but he keeps his distance, watching as she retreats to his door. 

She turns her back on him. “Don’t call me.” 

She doesn’t know why she put up so much of a fight. She doesn’t know what she wants to do. And, by the end of the week, it doesn’t matter anyways, the decision is made for her.

an: mighhhhttt do a part two if this doesn't flop but who knows really also i might delete this immediately after posting who knows

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[hiolovesnejihyuga]

INARIZAKI'S REACTION TO: you lost your voice.

ft: all inarizaki players.

warnings. not proofread. feminine pronouns. use of (y/n) once, i think. may contain spelling and grammar mistakes. translated from spanish (my mother tongue) with google translator (don't bully me, please)

author note. i'm so sorry if any of the characters are ooc, i'm new to writing for canon and not original characters.

When you showed up to practice, just nodding your greetings and offering smiles, without any sound coming out of your mouth, the team malfunctioned and panicked.

But before they could even ask, they heard multiple sounds coming from everyone's phones.

Suna is probably the one who checks what's up, and he's hit with a message you sent to the group chat.

“Hey, so- I lost my voice for a couple of weeks, so I'll communicate like this.”

KITA SHINSUKE

“…For weeks?”

Immediately shifts into protective mode.

Tells you to rest and avoid straining yourself. Doesn't want you to show up to practice, but if you do anyway, he'll just sigh it off.

Silently worried but doesn’t show it much.

OJIRO ARAN

“Ah, damn… that’s rough.”

Feels bad for you and tries to be extra considerate.

Helps you communicate when others struggle to understand, though it took him a few days to get used to checking his phone when talking to you.

AKAGI MICHINARI

“WAIT, WEEKS?! LIKE—YOU WON’T TALK AT ALL?!”

Panics instantly.

Tries to make you laugh, realizes you can’t respond out loud. Now panicking more.

He jokes about it, but if you glare at him, he'll stop. then the next day, he starts again

OMIMI REN

"...Weeks? No talkin'?"

The silence from Omimi is deafening. His usual stoic demeanor falters slightly as the situation hits.

He tilts his head, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. His mind seems to be calculating the implications—how he’ll communicate with you without your usual voice, how you’ll handle everything, and how long they’ll have to adjust to this.

"...I guess we’ll all have to adjust... somehow."

KOSAKU YUUTO

“So you’re tellin’ me… No teasin'? No witty remarks? No laughin' at our dumb moments?”

Looks genuinely heartbroken.

Promises to “speak double” to make up for your silence. Everyone, including you, just nod.

GINJIMA HITOSHI

“…Who do I need to fight?”

Doesn’t know how to handle it, so he just silently pats your head.

He tells you things like "you're brave for coming to school like this!", and you can't even get mad at him when he forgets you can't talk.

MIYA ATSUMU

“So yer tellin’ me I got a couple weeks without ya roastin’ me? Damn, what a loss.”

Pretends to be chill but is actually worried.

Immediately starts texting you memes just to make you feel better.

Promises to “speak double” to make up for your silence. Everyone groans, and you just shake your head.

“WHAT WAS THAT?! WHY DIDN'T YA REACT THE SAME WHEN KOSAKU SAID IT?”

MIYA OSAMU

“Hate to say it, but we’re doomed. We need subtitles now.”

Buys warm drinks for you and forces you to rest.

He may even buy you a snack, to let you know that even if you can't talk, you are appreciated.

SUNA RINTARO

“…Kinda eerie without ya talkin’.”

Texts you random things to keep you entertained.

Helps you communicate with the team subtly, but definitely teases you about it.

Him and you texting, even if you were next to each other, has always been a normal thing. So it didn't change much.

RISEKI HEISUKE

“Wait, wait, wait—so, like, not talking at all?”

Actually devastated, and slightly shy because he doesn't know what to do or say.

Spends way too much time trying to figure out hand signals for communication.

extras.

Everyone starts learning how to communicate without words.

They text you or use notes when needed.

Some try to make you laugh and immediately regret it because you can't, and you are left with a sore throat (more than before)

Atsumu still annoys you, but in written form.

Suna takes advantage and texts you things like “blink twice if you think Atsumu is an idiot.” which you do.

Kita becomes your personal health supervisor.

The entire team becomes extra soft with you.

more under the cut.

After practice, Akagi keeps texting you jokes, Ginjima texts you a small phrase for support, Kosaku continues the conversation you were having before.. All that while the Miyas are arguing. Then, you give, not only to Atsumu and Osamu, but to the whole team a deadpan-blank stare, Aran says to the twins: "See? She's yellin' at you two in her head."

"She's watchin' you too, y'know?"

Then, a message notification pops up on everyone's phones.

"Why on earth are you texting me, when I'm the one who can't talk? I'm listening to you all.”

KITA SHINSUKE, OMIMI REN

They don’t even flinch. Just nod and move on like nothing happened.

Because nothing happened, they were the only ones who realized that even if you had no voice, you could hear them.

OJIRO ARAN

“…Oh.”

Feels dumb but just laughs it off.

Apologizes but still keeps texting you out of habit.

He may even develop a new talent.

The new talent: understanding you in conversations where you only nod or blink at him.

AKAGI MICHINARI

“Wait, so we didn’t HAVE to text?”

Visibly malfunctioning.

Yells, “WHY DIDN’T YA SAY SO?—oh, wait.”

Feels a little guilty when you glare at him.

KOSAKU YUUTO

“(Y/N). YA COULD'VE TOLD US.”

Immediately regrets saying that.

Facepalms. Hard.

Akagi laughs at him, because he said the same thing. you glare at them so hard that they don't speak for the next hour.

GINJIMA HITOSHI

“…I feel so stupid.”

Laughs at himself.

Says, “But be honest—wasn’t it funny watchin' us suffer?”

When you nod, with a teasing smile, he laughs again.

MIYA ATSUMU

“…Yer tellin’ me I wasted all my good jokes in text form for nothin’?!”

Actually offended.

Probably starts talking even MORE dramatically just to make up for the silence. everyone groans collectively.

MIYA OSAMU

“…So we just did all that for no reason?”

Shakes his head and walks away.

Will never let you live it down, and makes you promise you'll buy him food later even if that promise doesn't even make sense.

SUNA RINTARO

“…You enjoyed this, didn’t you?”

Just smirks. He doesn't care, because he probably already knew.

Takes a screenshot of the text and never lets you forget it.

RISEKI HEISUKE

“Damn. We really ARE idiots..”

Actually impressed at your patience for not telling them earlier.

Probably overthinks every conversation for the next week.

extras.

Half of them feel embarrassed.

Half of them find it hilarious.

Atsumu won’t shut up about it.

Suna 100% sends the screenshot to the team group chat, even if you sent the message there.

Kita and Omimi just nod and move on, they forget about it the next day.

Akagi is still yelling about it five minutes later.

You definitely knew they would be this stupid, and you surely let them struggle on purpose.

tags:

[maariarogers]

oooooooh i do~ i do~ i do~

so a vague historical-ish pedrohina au? ft. a love-at-first-sight pedro

[hiolovesnejihyuga]

WHO IS MARIAH AND WHO IS JAMES

[nyxzome]

[hiolovesnejihyuga]

i want to write for ginjima and akagi ughhh but i'm so bad at writing in english 😭😭

[ferigrievous]

ISSEI MATSUKAWA HCS ⋆˚࿔

has such a terrible poker face but still somehow wins every bluffing game 

second generation guatemalan. speaks spanish, but not very often because he’s embarrassed of his accent and mispronunciations

none of his jackets are plain, and if they are, it means he has two of them

metalhead in my heart and soul

freak who puts on his vinyls/cds then plays them on spotify so that his airbuds is accurate

eats the crust first on pizza and if anyone asks about it he’ll act like they’re overreacting

the kind of guy who ties his shoelaces a little loose so he can just slip them on and off

fell asleep at a show once

sleeps like a corpse. completely still, on his back, arms either crossed or at his sides.

went to college for like a year and hated it so he dropped out, but worked at the college radio station while he was still there

once scared a co worker because he moves too quietly in the funeral home 

100% sends voice memos instead of texts if he’s too lazy to type, but 9 times out of 10 wont pick up if that person calls him

his hands are fucking freezing alllll the time

enjoys the meal, hates the cooking process, and hates doing the dishes and cleaning up even more.

ends up doing all his cooking on sunday so that he just does one deep clean and never has to think about it until the next week

starts a project, hyperfocuses on it, then forgets about it for months

that mf you ask for venues to local shows

loves the rain, especially when its heavy enough to rattle the windows. will go to sleep right then and there once he hears it, but will refuse to turn on a youtube video of the same thing

has a surprisingly gentle touch, despite how rough and calloused his hands are

played in a local band when he was younger but he doesnt talk about it because he almost got arrested for climbing the poles/pipes in the venue

type of guy to know how to do everything but will never tell anyone until they ask

never takes notes, never studies, never does anything academic outside of classtime, but is somehow a straight A student

the only one in the workplace post timeskip who can handle funeral flowers without sneezing. he doesnt tell anyone they give him rashes, though.

has that ability to tell when hes going to rain just by sniffing the air

keeps a notebook full of thoughts and ideas to not forget. he forgets.

doesnt trust people who doesnt like animals

he considered going into animal welfare but opted out because he didnt want to have an animal dying on him. became a funeral service worker instead.

sits in the corner of a restaurant so he can see the whole room, but then will sit on the inside of the booth instead of the outside

probably has a sleeper build

loves movies with practical effects more than CGI, even if theyre ass

[bokuto-the-ordinary-ace]

Ukai before the Inarizaki match: Inarizaki - powerhouse, terrifying, intimidating as hell, many stron players, gl boys!

Inarizaki:

[yuutaguro]

dedicating all my brain cells to think about this

[215-luv]

i made something..

[hiolovesnejihyuga]

why. just why did I have to see this

[nanasrkives-deactivated20260109]

Navigation : midnight records! the starlight EP! haikyuu EP!

── .✦ "3 AM SHENANIGANS" — Suna Rintaro, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsuro, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Bokuto Kotarou, Iwaizumi Hajime, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Kozume Kenma, Oikawa Toru

in which you catch your boyfriend talking in his sleep Sleep-talking boyfriends >>> therapy. content : fluff. multicharacter. post timeskip.2000 words

SUNA RINTAROU

It’s late, and the room is quiet, except for the occasional shuffle from Suna, who’s already half asleep beside you. You’re about to drift off when you hear him mumble, his voice low and irritated.

“Are you serious right now?” Suna grumbles, not fully awake. “Atsumu, you can’t be this extra all the time.”

You freeze. Wait, is he... talking about Atsumu?

You glance at Rin, then casually grab your phone. With a grin, you hit record, knowing this is going to be top-tier content. “You look like a damn highlighter, Atsumu,” Rin mutters, sounding genuinely disgusted. “Who told you neon green was a vibe? Was your mirror broken that day?”

You bite your lip to hold back a laugh. This is already better than anything you could’ve expected.

“And that ‘sexy smirk’ you keep trying to pull off?” Suna continues, totally unaware of his roasting abilities. “You look like a kid who just learned how to wink and is way too proud of it. Cut it out, bro.”

You snicker, barely able to keep your cool. I’m definitely sending this to Atsumu in the morning.

“Honestly, just stick to your usual ‘I’m better than you’ routine,” he grumbles. “At least that’s believable. But seriously? You think anyone’s buying this ‘heartthrob’ act? You look like a failed shampoo commercial from 2009.”

You choke on your laugh, clutching your stomach as you snort. Suna, meanwhile, is still in his own little world.

“And for the love of God,” he adds, “stop flexing like you’re auditioning for a bodybuilding competition, because nobody’s impressed. We see your ego in every room, and honestly, it’s exhausting.”

You just can’t stop giggling, holding your phone up to get every word. This is absolute gold.

“Seriously, Atsumu,” he mutters, voice slurring as he shifts slightly. “I’m just trying to sleep, and you’re out here acting like you’re the main character in a K-drama. Take that energy to the next level, bro.”

You whisper to yourself with a grin, “Suna's literally sleep-roasting him like he’s on a talk show.”

Suna rolls over, still completely unconscious, and you stop the recording, already looking forward to showing this to Atsumu. You lean back and snicker under your breath, "This is so going viral in the group chat.”

AKAASHI KEIJI

It’s late, and you got up because you were thirsty. You’re just about to go back to sleep when you hear a mumble from Akaashi next to you.

“Did I leave the oven on...?” he mutters groggily, his voice low and concerned.

You blink, confused. Wait, what?

You glance over at him, only to find him still fast asleep, looking completely unaware of his own panic. “Keiji...?” you whisper, half-jokingly. He mumbles again, his tone slightly more urgent this time. “The oven... I think I left it on. Did I...?”

You try not to laugh, but you can’t help it. Seriously? In his sleep, he's worried about the oven? “Hey Keiji...” you try to get his attention, but he continues as if he’s in the middle of a full-blown crisis.

“I swear, if I burned the house down...” he mutters, shifting slightly in the bed. “I was just trying to make toast...”

You’re now fully awake, trying to hold back laughter as you watch him talk about something as mundane as burnt toast while still completely unconscious.

“I know I should’ve checked the timer...” he continues, his voice tinged with regret. “Why do I always forget the basics?”

By now, you’re trying your best not to laugh out loud. This is too funny, and you decide to take full advantage of it. You tap him on the shoulder gently, but he doesn’t react. He’s still spiraling in his sleep. “Babe, it’s fine. The oven's off,” you say in a teasing tone, hoping it’ll snap him out of it.

“But what if I didn’t turn it off...?” he mutters again, his concern reaching new heights. “What if... what if the fire department has to come? I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You sigh, finally giving up on holding it in and letting out a chuckle. Akaashi, always the over-thinker—even in his sleep. With a smirk, you nudge him once more, and he finally lets out a small sigh of relief, still half asleep. “I’ll deal with it in the morning...”

You shake your head, still smiling. Next time, maybe check the oven before going to bed.

KUROO TETSUROU

The night is calm, the kind of stillness that’s perfect for deep sleep—or so you thought. You’re peacefully dreaming when you suddenly feel a hand on your arm. Kuroo shift beside you, his body going rigid all of a sudden.

“No, no, no... why is she—” he mumbles in his sleep, his voice growing more frantic by the second.

You blink, slowly waking up as his random murmurs continue. "Tetsu?" you ask groggily, unsure whether to just ignore it or poke him awake.

"She’s... she's drooling—WHAT THE FUCK, WHY IS SHE DROOLING?"

You furrow your brows, still half-asleep and confused. "What? Drooling? What are you talking about?"

Kuroo starts thrashing around a bit, looking like he's trying to dodge something invisible. "No, no, NO—this is bad. This is so bad. It’s... it’s—LILY ROSE DEPP! GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU'RE GONNA GET ME WITH THE DROOL!"

Pause. Why the fuck is he dreaming about Lily Rose—

It hits you like a lightning bolt. He's dreaming about the movie you saw today.

You can’t help but snicker at the absurdity of the situation, but Kuroo is clearly in full-blown panic mode, hands swatting at the air like he’s trying to fend off some kind of horror movie monster.

"Tetsu," you whisper, trying not to laugh too loudly. "Chill out, it’s just a movie. Lily-Rose Depp is not going to drool on you."

"But she’s... she’s just standing there tweaking out! WHY IS SHE DROOLING LIKE THAT?! SHE'S GONNA MURDER ME!"

You can’t hold it in anymore. "You are literally freaking out over fake drool. It’s not even real!"

He freezes mid-squirm, looking like he’s just realized he’s been fighting invisible drool this whole time. "Wait... I’m... I’m dreaming?"

"Yes, babe, you’re dreaming," you say, trying to get him to relax. "It was just a weird movie scene, chill. No one’s gonna drool on you in your sleep."

He mutters something under his breath, clearly still processing, but then—BOOM. He jolts awake, blinking in confusion and looking around wildly. "Did I... did I just fight off a drooling woman?"

You can’t help but laugh, running your fingers through his hair. "No, baby, you’re good. There’s no one here. Just weird movie dreams."

Kuroo lets out a deep sigh of relief, but not without one last dramatic comment: "But seriously... that scene? Unsettling. Why did she even do that?" He shudders dramatically as if he’s still trying to shake off the absurdity of it.

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "It was just a weird artistic choice, Tetsu. Just go back to sleep, dream about something less gross."

Kuroo pulls you closer, still looking a little frazzled, but at least he’s relaxed enough to go back to sleep. "If I dream about drool again, though, I’m going full superhero on it," he mutters.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you say, stifling a giggle. "Goodnight, hero."

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

The night is quiet, and you’re just about to drift off when you feel something unexpected: a weight on your waist. You blink, confused, only to find that Sakusa—who's usually the least touchy person you know—is clinging to you like a koala in his sleep.

"Mmm… no… no, not again..."

You blink a few times, still half-asleep. "Omi?"

He doesn't respond, but you hear him muttering something under his breath.

"Stay back, Atsumu..."

You sit up a bit, eyes wide in confusion. "Atsumu?"

His grip on you tightens, and you feel his body tense against yours as if he’s trying to protect himself from an invisible force. "No… no, you’re too sweaty! I can’t breathe… germs… germs everywhere!"

You rub your eyes, not sure if you’re dreaming or if Sakusa’s really having this conversation in his sleep. "Wait, what?"

"Germs…,” he mumbles again, still clutching you like you’re his lifeline, as though Atsumu—who’s clearly not here—is about to attack him with sweat.

You can’t help it. You snort, more amused than anything else. This is the guy who gives you a 10-minute lecture about disinfecting your phone, and now he’s sleeping like a cat glued to your side.

"Omi," you murmur, trying to suppress a laugh. "You’re literally dreaming. There’s no sweaty Atsumu here. Calm down."

But he’s not listening. His voice gets more frantic, and his arms tighten even more around you. "I can't… I can’t touch him, Y/N... it’s… it’s everywhere. The germs, the sweat, it's all over..."

You blink, stunned at how clingy he’s gotten. Normally, this guy wouldn’t touch you unless you had a very good reason. And now? He’s practically attached to you like a backpack. "You’re really going all in with this, huh?" you tease softly. "Do you need me to disinfect myself before I sleep with you too?"

"Need bleach...,” he mumbles, still not awake. "We need bleach. Stat."

You burst into quiet laughter, shaking your head. "You’re fine babe. There’s no germs here. I promise. It’s just you and me."

His response? He pulls you closer, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck like he’s shielding himself from a storm. You almost fall out of bed from how tightly he's holding you, and the absurdity of it all finally hits you.

"Omi," you chuckle softly, "I can’t believe you’re this clingy when you're asleep." You can practically hear his mind working as he sighs in his sleep. "Thank you... you're so clean..."

You're starting to enjoy the chaos now, though you’re still trying not to suffocate under his sleep-induced clinging. "Well, if I'm so clean, maybe you should calm down before you suffocate me," you tease, lightly pushing him off.

He doesn’t budge, still clinging to you like a human koala.

"I promise, no one’s getting sweaty near you," you murmur, shaking your head in amused disbelief.

Sakusa finally relaxes a little, still holding onto you, though not as desperately. It’s almost sweet… if you ignore the fact that he's sleep-clinging to you like a lifeline and muttering about germs.

"You're so soft," he mutters sleepily, finally drifting back into peaceful slumber, his hand still gently gripping your waist.

You blink down at him in confusion.

You can’t help but snicker. Looks like, for once, you’re the one who has to play the role of the calm, reassuring one. Not that you mind—just as long as he doesn’t try to disinfect you in the middle of the night.

BOKUTO KOTAROU

It was late—too late—when you felt something shift next to you. At first, you ignored it, already half-asleep, curled under the blankets. Then, suddenly—

"HEY HEY HEY!!"

Your body jerked awake at the sheer volume of his voice. "What the—?!"

Your sleep-addled brain barely had time to process before Bokuto fist-pumped the air—WHILE STILL ASLEEP.

"BEST SPIKER ALIVE, BABY!!" he cheered.

You blinked in the dark, completely disoriented. "Are you serious right now?" He didn’t answer. Because he was still asleep.

You groaned, rubbing your face, trying to slow your heartbeat down after that sudden wake-up call. "Bokuto, shut up," you muttered, voice raspy with sleep. But he wasn’t done.

"THAT WAS PERFECT!! DID YOU SEE THAT, Y/N?!"

"Oh my god," you whispered, realizing what was happening.

He was sleep-talking. Again.

"Ko, babe," you sighed, poking his forehead, hoping to shut him up before he woke up the whole building. "You’re dreaming. Go back to sleep." But instead of calming down, he suddenly turned towards you, grabbed your wrist, and squeezed it like a coach hyping up a player. "Y/N, YOU SET ME UP SO GOOD, I COULD KISS YOU!!"

You froze.

Your sleep-deprived brain took a moment to process the words before your lips parted. "…Bokuto Kotarou, I don’t even play volleyball."

"DON’T EVEN NEED TO! YOU’RE JUST THAT GOOD!!"

You sighed deeply, trying not to laugh. Sleep-talking Bokuto was something else. "Okay, okay, I’m amazing, got it. Now, can you go back to sleep?" Bokuto let out a content sigh, rolling back onto his side. "Mm… MVP… my Y/N…"

And just like that, he was out cold again.

Meanwhile, you stared at the ceiling, still awake, because somehow you just got dragged into an imaginary volleyball match at 3 AM.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

The night was supposed to be peaceful. A rare moment of rest. No stress, no overthinking—just warmth, a comfortable bed, and the sound of Iwaizumi’s steady breathing beside you.

And then—

"Damn… look at those biceps…"

Your eyes snapped open.

For a second, you just lay there, blinking at the ceiling. Maybe you imagined it. Maybe you were dreaming.

Then, another sigh. "Shit… those arms… they’re unreal…"

Slowly—very slowly—you turned your head.

Iwaizumi was out cold, brows slightly furrowed, face relaxed in sleep. Yet his lips still moved, muttering nonsense into the darkness.

You stared at him. "Excuse me?"

He inhaled deeply, like he was taking in the sight of something majestic. "Damn, Ushiwaka…"

You nearly choked.

"USHIJIMA?!"

Nothing. No reaction. Just more soft, reverent mumbling. "Man… wonder what his arm day looks like…" A dreamy sigh. "Bet he curls, like… baby cows or somethin’…"

Your mouth fell open. For a solid ten seconds, you just laid there, processing. Then, slowly, a grin crept onto your face.

Leaning in, you whispered, "Hajime, do we need to have a conversation?"

A twitch. Then a small, sleepy grunt. "Mm… nah… ‘M gonna get bigger… even bigger…" His fingers twitched against the blanket, like he was mentally curling dumbbells.

You bit back laughter. "Bigger than Ushiwaka?" His brows furrowed, serious even in his sleep. "Tch… obviously…” A pause. "…probably…" That did it. You had to shove your face into the pillow to keep from bursting out laughing.

And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better—

"Y/N… ya think I’d look cool in a whey protein commercial…?"

You lost it. Grabbing your pillow, you smacked him upside the head.

MIYA ATSUMU

The night was peaceful, quiet, and exactly what you needed after a long day.

Then—

"THAT LYIN’ SNAKE—"

You shot upright, heart slamming against your ribs as you whipped toward the source of the outburst.

Atsumu. Still completely asleep.

His brows were furrowed, his mouth twisted in pure betrayal, and his fingers twitched against the blanket like he was plotting a murder. You exhaled sharply, flopping back onto the pillow. "God, Atsumu. Go back to sleep."

But he wasn’t done.

"I KNEW IT," he muttered, voice thick with righteous fury. "OSAMU’S BEEN WORKIN’ WITH THEM ALL ALONG…" Your brows furrowed as you turned to face him, half-exasperated, half-amused. "With who?" Atsumu’s breathing hitched. Then, in a voice so low it was almost conspiratorial, he whispered—

"The pigeons."

You blinked.

"What."

"They ain’t real, Y/N…" he continued, jaw clenching. "Government spies. Watchin’ us. Waitin’."

Your face went slack. "You’re joking."

"First it was the onigiri… now it’s full-blown espionage…" Atsumu grumbled, gripping the sheets tighter. "I gotta stop him… I gotta—"

Then, abruptly, his whole body relaxed. His face softened. His lips curled into a stupidly fond smile. "Mm… Y/N, ya smell good…" Your soul left your body.

"WHAT?!"

"Like… bread…" he sighed, completely content. "I love bread… ‘M gonna marry bread…" You stared at him.

Then, without thinking, you smacked him with your pillow.

"WAKE UP, YOU MENACE."

Atsumu just rolled over onto his stomach, mumbling something incoherent. But then, just as you were about to settle back down… "Not if Osamu gets to it first… damn bastard takes everythin’ from me…" You buried your face in your hands.

It was too late at night for this.

MIYA OSAMU

It was past midnight, and the only sound in the apartment was the occasional hum of the fridge. You were comfortably asleep—until you heard mumbling beside you.

At first, you thought you imagined it. But then— "No, that’s mine, ya greedy pig…"

Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned your head toward Osamu, who was lying on his back, looking completely relaxed. His lips parted slightly as he mumbled, his voice low and grumbly from sleep.

"Didn’t even leave me a single bite… selfish ass…"

Oh. He was sleep-talking. You had to physically restrain yourself from laughing.

Carefully, you shifted closer, resting your head on his shoulder. "What’d he take this time?" you whispered, playing along. Osamu sighed like a man who had suffered greatly. "The last onigiri…"

You bit back a grin.

"That bastard," you whispered dramatically. "Didn’t even ask?" Osamu's brows furrowed, his head tilting slightly. "Didn’t even share…"

You lost it. You absolutely lost it.

You pressed your face into his shoulder, shaking with silent laughter. This was too good. Then—"That was my favorite one, too…" Osamu sounded genuinely heartbroken.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from holding in your laughter. "'Samu, baby, you own a whole restaurant."

There was a beat of silence.

Then, with the most serious expression—still completely asleep—he muttered: "DON’T MEAN I WANNA SHARE, Y/N." You immediately rolled onto your back, gripping your stomach, wheezing.

That was it. You were bringing this up tomorrow.

And if Osamu thought for one second that you wouldn’t record it next time? He had another thing coming.

KOZUME KENMA

Kenma was a silent sleeper. Most nights, you barely even noticed he was there—except for the occasional shift when he curled closer, or the faint glow of his phone screen if he stayed up too late gaming.

Tonight, however, was different.

Because at exactly 3:12 AM, he mumbled—

"No… no… lag… not now…"

You blinked awake. For a second, you weren’t sure if you imagined it. But then—"Tch… stupid server…" Kenma shifted slightly, brows furrowing in his sleep. "I swear if I d—if I d—if I d—" He twitched.

You squinted. "Kenma?"

"—if I d—if I d—if I d—"

You sat up. "Are you… lagging?" Kenma twitched again. His lips parted slightly, his voice glitching. "N—not n—now—lag—s-stu—pid—"

It took everything in you not to burst out laughing. "Kenma, baby, you’re buffering."

"Ngh… Y/N…" His fingers twitched, his face contorted in distress. "They’re—th-th-they’re stream sniping me…" You bit your lip. "Who?"

"Sweaty… 12-year-olds…" He exhaled sharply. "Little monsters…"

At that, you lost it. You flopped back onto the pillow, shaking with silent laughter.

"Kenma," you gasped. "You’re getting wrecked by children in your dreams?" "They—they won’t stop emoting on my body…" He turned his face into the pillow, like he was actually suffering. "Disgusting…"

Tears pricked at your eyes from holding back laughter.

Then, suddenly, Kenma’s breathing evened out again. His fingers stopped twitching.

Silence.

Until—"…Kuroo, stop taking my loot…"

You rolled over and smacked him with a pillow.

OIKAWA TOORU

The bedroom was quiet, you and Oikawa in a peaceful slumber, until, you’re woken up in the middle of the night by Oikawa’s voice, soft but unmistakably confident.

“...Y/N, I’m telling you, I can do a backflip. I’ve practiced, I swear.”

You blink, groggily trying to process what he’s saying. "A backflip? Sweetheart, where would you even try that?"

He doesn’t answer, but you can hear him shift in his sleep. Then, his voice comes again, louder this time, as if he’s trying to convince the whole room. “I’m serious! Just wait ‘til I show you. I can totally do it. You’ll see.”

You squint at him, slightly confused. “A backflip? Are you actually dreaming about impressing me with acrobatics?”

He sighs in his sleep, as if this whole conversation is just basic stuff to him. “I’m not just impressing you, Y/N. I’m proving I can do anything. You’ll see...”

You can’t help but laugh quietly, shaking your head. "Okay, Oikawa. When you land that backflip, let me know."

His voice is muffled as he mutters, “Just wait... I’ll do it in front of the whole team... they’ll be amazed…”

You roll your eyes, utterly entertained. "Sure, sure. I’m sure they’ll be floored, Oikawa."

He mumbles something unintelligible, then goes silent again, clearly satisfied with his dream logic. You shake your head, already half asleep again. "Whatever you say, superstar."

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[inotaku-talkz]

hot take: I dislike player 333

[ivonhart]

when you’re trying to find fluff for thanos and/or nam gyu and it’s just smut that’s borderline/just is r*pe like

on MY cellular device? like damn I wanna hold hands with them not have them violate me???? WHY DOES NO ONE WRITE FLUFF ANYMORE

istg I gotta write it all myself at this point

[dovediva]

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