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Its okay to just and breakdown you don't have to be strong all the time. With Hanamiya

I am so sorry for the delay D: also i’m super sorry if this is subpar but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

You stared at your phone, allowing the screen to darken. You could still hear your mother’s voice ringing in your ears, hot and angry, fueled by fire. You bit your lip, pausing at the entrance to your dorm, before forcing a smile back onto your face. Things would be okay. 

Your phone kept ringing. Ringing and ringing—you were sure who was calling you this time, but you know if you acknowledged the noise, you’d pick up. You didn’t want to pick up. You rolled over on your bed and faced the wall. 

You’d have a good day today, you thought. A great day. The window was closed. The work on your desk piled higher each day. At least, you thought, your phone had finally stopped ringing. At least you didn’t have to pick up. 

You walked back from class slowly. You’d seen Hanamiya during breakfast, pausing in the cafeteria to assure him you were alive after having missed two weeks of work. “Just sick,” you said with a smile. “I’m all better now.” Your roommate gave a dubious stare. 

3 AM found you still staring at your assignment. You’d typed all you could, but it was getting harder and harder to see your screen. You’d just get some air, you thought. Some air, and then back to work. The streets called your name. 

It was chilly in the early morning. You stared as the sun rose over the horizon, watching from the steps of your building. Soon people would be rising for breakfast. You would, as you had for the last few days, follow them blindly and mutely make your way from course to course. 

A body thumped down beside you. “You don’t seem the early type to me,” came a familiar voice. You remained fixated by the rising sun. “______?” 

You shivered as his jacket draped over your shoulders. “My mom—” you began. Then a long, tired pause. “My mom is having a rough time.” As you turned, gray eyes gave away nothing. 

“Yeah?” came the reply. You nodded slowly. 

“She had a lot to say about it,” you added. Hanamiya’s eyes narrowed. 

“Like what?” You gave a half-hearted shrug and bit your lip as it trembled. 

“I don’t really want to talk about it.” Hanamiya paused. 

“I don’t think it’s helping you not to.” Another pause. “You’re obviously the one having a rough time.” You blinked back the tears that rose unbidden. Hanamiya gave a deep sigh before collecting you into his arms. 

“It’s okay to hurt, you know. To break down,” he said into your hair. “You don’t have to be strong all the time.” Your tears allowed the fabric of his shirt to wet as your shoulders heaved and shook silently. “There you go.” 

“I don’t think she loves me,” you whispered. “I just want her to love me.” Hanamiya held you closer. 

“I know,” he said quietly. “I know.” 

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Izumi Sena from LoveStage!

TBH I think he’s more cute than he is hot. Like 9/10 for cuteness

-Kai

[sandcvstles]

hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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*shamefully slides Conroy in for the hotness thing*

sugar, i have no idea who conroy is D: 

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Speed o Sound Sonic from One Punch Man

this baby? 1-10, I gotta give him like a 7

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Bambi :v

what is with u people an animals? on a scale of 1-10, i have to say bambi does not place :( cuteness does not equal hotness. 

i mean look into this face 

pls don’t fuck the baby deer

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how fukkin sexy is jibanyan

Did you send me... 

 u know what do i need to kinkshame u -kai

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Akaashi from KnB~?

hun, I’m not sure what this is for?? -Kai

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There it was XD

lmao i’m glad you found it —Kai

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you're gonna laugh at me but whatever. Right now, i'm on my laptop and I just CAN'T find the 'next' button of your blog XD

lmao so I thought it was just a me problem, but I realized our infinite scroll wasn’t working, so the “next” button should be right by our sidebar image now —Kai 

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shleysaurus ➳ kinqshley

[incorrectknb]

The “average basketball team injures 100 opponents a year” factoid actually just statistical error. The basketball team of Kirisaki Dai Ichi, which injures 100,000 opponents a year, is an outlier and should not have been counted.

The Narrator

[imaginevarioussports]

Could I request the Murasakibara, Midorima, and Nishinoya meeting their s/o's parents for the first time being caught doing the do?

i hope you don’t mind if i make the parents mother/father! —ashley

Midorima is never having sex again lmao -kai

MURASAKIBARA: He thought you tasted like candy. With your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the purple strands, you shuddered. His mouth was probably doing the devil’s work, and you were all for it. 

You parents were supposed to be sound asleep, and because they slept like the dead, you figured it was okay if Murasakibara snuck in for a couple hours. Unfortunately, having sensed the devil’s work at hand, you figured God decided to intervene by sending your parents to interrupt your nighttime fun. 

“What the hell is going on?” your father half-yelled, opening your door. You froze. Although Murasakibara pretty much shielded you completely from view, your dad probably knew exactly what was going on. The two of you hadn’t been very quiet. 

Murasakibara pinned your dad with the most dangerous glare you’d ever seen. “Get out,” he hissed. He promptly went back to work. You temporarily forgot the incident had ever happened. 

MIDORIMA: Midorima was feeling pretty confident. Your parents were out, you told him the door was locked, and from the look of it, you were coming apart under his fingers. The flushed, wanton expression on your face was driving him to move faster—he wanted to see your expression as he took you to your peak. 

The handle of your door rattled. “_______?” Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Midorima froze as the door opened, revealing your very anxious looking mother. He’d never seen you move so fast. 

You snatched the blanket up, covering his nakedness before marching over, somehow covering yourself, and slamming your door closed. “I—uh, we got back early,” your mother said through the door. 

You held your face in your hands before sighing. “Well, now I guess you get to meet my parents.” 

Midorima thought he may pass out. 

NISHINOYA: “Yuu!” you cried out as Noya thrust into you at a faster pace. You’d called him “senpai” at the best of times, and you thought he would pound you into the floor with the speed at which he was going. You clutched at your sheets, the bed creaking with every rock.

You and Noya were going at it in your house this time, since your parents were out for the afternoon. What had started as a tame movie marathon became a makeout session followed by outright grinding until you were clawing at each other’s clothes like animals.

“You like that, baby?” Noya crooned, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder for a better angle, prompting a breathless “Yes!” from your lips. “I bet you’re gonna love it when I—”

The door opened. Noya froze. You both turned to the doorway, eyes wide with fear.

“_-___?” your father stammered, his hand frozen on the doorknob.

Oh, my god, oh, my god! Noya swore his dick retracted out of you and into his own body. You looked like you’d seen a ghost. What kind of parents didn’t knock before entering? This could not get any worse—

Of course your mother appeared from behind him. When she saw your position, a hand flew to her mouth, muffling her gasp. She looked horrified. So did everyone else in the room.

“Ha!” Noya laughed nervously. “Aha, uhh… Hi. He subtly covered your lower halves with the covers. “I, uhh… I’m Yuu.” He swallowed hard, trying to stifle the blush spreading over his cheeks. “You must be ___’s parents.”

You facepalmed.

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Can I have some fluffy Kise, Oikawa, and Kuroo pls??

KISE: Kise liked watching your face as you worked. Brow furrowed, lips pouting ever so slightly—your concentration was commendable, considering you absolutely abhorred doing homework at all. Your lashes looked extraordinarily long from this angle, he decided.

You’d been working on this particular worksheet for the last couple hours, and although your eyes were starting to ache from looking at such fine print so long, you really just wanted to get the whole thing done in one go. Kise, unfortunately, wasn’t completely on board with your plan. 

He’d gotten up a few minutes ago toward his kitchen, proceeded to make an unusually concerning amount of clattering and crashing noises from the kitchen. Sure, you figured he could fend for himself and it was his place, but you hoped he wasn’t setting anything on fire. 

It was then that you scented smoke. You looked up in time to see a flaming pan of something on the stove, and hurried to shoo Kise out of the way. Aside from a mild smoke mark on the wall, the two of you and the majority of the kitchen came away unscathed. 

“What were you doing?” you asked, tempted to laugh at Kise’s pouty face. 

“You were working really hard, so I wanted to do something for you-ssu! You need to take care of yourself!” he said, a whine entering his voice. You did laugh then, kissing his cheek. 

“That’s sweet Ryou, but next time, order out.” 

“So mean-ssu!” 

OIKAWA: Oikawa stretched his arms over his head in a yawn. He turned over, lying on his side to look at you. You were facing him, your eyes closed, your breaths still slow and even in slumber. He smiled, reaching out with a hand to touch your cheek.

You twitched slightly in your sleep, then relaxed against his touch. He wondered how this was translating in whatever dream you were having at the moment. You looked so comfortable, so blissful. You resembled an angel the way the daylight seeped through the curtains and framed your head like a halo. You were an angel, his special angel, assigned specifically to him, he believed. How else would you have the patience to deal with him for so long?

Oikawa released a dreamy sigh. Your eyelashes fluttered, but your eyes didn’t open. He scooted closer, placing his hand on your hip. He craned his neck forward to smooch the apples of your cheeks, the gentle slope of your nose—

Until you turned over to lie on your back and your elbow hit him in the face.

“Wahhh!” Oikawa cried, writhing as he clutched his sore cheek with both hands.

His cry awoke you, and you rolled over to look at him again. “Tooru?” you mumbled groggily. “What’s wrong?”

“My face, ___-chan!” he hissed, thrashing his legs about like a toddler. “You hit my face, you meanie!”

You stifled a snort at his childish reaction. “I’m sorry, baby,” you yawned, reaching out to place your hand on his cheek. Oikawa pulled away, pouting.

“M-Mean, ___-chan!” he whined, curling into a pitiful ball. “Mean!”

KUROO: “Kurooo, stop, I have to finish this,” you grumbled as said brunette wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“But I haven’t seen you all day,” Kuroo complained, his lips brushing your cheek as he spoke. “I’ve been ___-deprived.” He peeked at your laptop screen. “Isn’t that application due in two days anyway?”

You sighed. “If I start it right now, I’ll be up tomorrow night until 2 a.m. again. I’m going to finish at least most of it tonight,” you answered, fingers tapping away.

Kuroo relinquished your waist and stood up. You smiled, thinking that he had finally seen how focused you were right now—until he reached down, shut your laptop, and placed it carefully on the coffee table.

“H-Hey!” you exclaimed, glaring up at him. “You could have erased everything!”

Kuroo plopped down in your lap, straddling you. “It saves automatically, dummy.” He leaned forward, wrapping his legs around your waist and his arms around your neck. “Now pay attention to me!” he whined, burying his face in the place where your neck met your shoulder.

You sighed and let yourself fall back into the couch, lying down with Kuroo on top of you. “I guess I can finish it tomorrow,” you groaned, frowning up at him.

Kuroo wore a triumphant, catlike smirk. He rolled off of you to lie on his side, one arm and one leg draped over you. “Just cuddle with me, okay?” he murmured, running his hand down your waist to your hip. “I miss you.”

You smiled, turning onto your side to face him. He was grinning at you hopefully. You swept his bangs away to press a kiss to his forehead. “I miss you too, dummy.”

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Hi, could I get a scenario where Oikawa, Kuroo, Tsukishima, and Sugawara develop a crush on a coffee shop barista and how they would ask them out for a date.

I have to college apps due and this is the only way I’m not going to set myself on fire -kai 

OIKAWA: Oikawa always had the most complicated orders, you swore. Triple pumps of vanilla and quadruple shots of expresso all made you wonder if he was really drinking his coffee or if he was simply coming over to waste his money. Sure, it was his decision, but you had to wonder. 

He’d become a regular at this point. You knew his order by heart and more often than not were the one to make his coffee. Today he came in just as you were winding down to the last couple minutes of your shift. Well, you thought, you could at least make his coffee and spare your coworkers that much work. Besides, he was always pleasant and he was definitely easy on the eyes. 

Oikawa ordered two drinks this time. Perhaps his friend was with him this time? “I don’t really know what to get for the second, to be honest,” he said, flashing you a large smile. “Pick something you like.” You shrugged, wrote the order on the cup, and set to work. 

“When does your shift end?” Oikawa asked, scrolling through his phone as you worked behind the counter with practiced ease. 

“Four minutes ago,” you replied. You thought you saw his face light up. “Two coffees for Oikawa!” you chirped as you finished the drinks. The setter collected them with a grin as you removed your apron and shucked on your coat. 

He caught up to you as you exited. “Coffee on me?” he asked, a grin on his face. Your eyes widened in surprise as he pressed a cup into your hands. “What would you say to watching a volleyball game tomorrow night?” 

KUROO: Kuroo flirted constantly. At this point, you were pretty sure it was just part of his personality, and there was nothing to be done about it. You were, perhaps, about as immune to it as Kenma. The two were inseparable, and you found that Kuroo’s drinks tended to be much stronger than his counterpart’s. “No Kenma today?” you asked, glancing at the empty space beside him. Kuroo shook his head. 

“Something about a new game in Shibuya,” he replied with a shrug. “I was going to go but...” He shrugged. “I thought I’d see my favorite barista.” You rolled your eyes before working on his order. 

“I have a proposal for you.” You raised an eyebrow. “You give me this coffee for free, and I take you to dinner tonight.” 

“Cash, please.” Kuroo laughed. 

TSUKISHIMA: The blond tended to keep his orders incredibly simple, but always poured milk into his coffee. He’d sit at one of the corner tables for hours, typing away at his computer and flipping back and forth between different notebooks. College looked like it was ready to strangle him in homework.

Today looked like it wasn’t any better than usual. Tsukishima set up his workspace, half-drenched from rain, and patted down his pockets as if he was missing something. He then slumped into his chair and proceeded to tear through his backpack. You figured it was probably his wallet. Oh, well. He was a regular, right? So one coffee on the house wouldn’t really hurt. 

You brought him his coffee, milk in tow. “You look like you’re having a shit day,” you said calmly, opening the lid of his coffee to pour in a generous amount of milk. “Wanna talk about it?” 

“What are you, my bartender?” he asked, raising an eyebrow before accepting the hot drink with both hands from you. 

“Not that I last checked,” you said cheerily. You went back to work. Your shift was painfully slow. Although the rain had driven in a large amount of customers, it also kept a few of your usual crowd from venturing outside. You were grateful when closing time came around, but were surprised to see the blond sitting patiently at his table, his materials all packed away neatly. 

“I’m sorry—for being kind of abrupt,” he said as you neared him. “Do you want to grab a drink? I can cover it this time.” You smiled. 

SUGAWARA: Suga took his coffee with extra sugar and a hint of nutmeg. You’d only reached this conclusion after the two of you had spent a slow afternoon experimenting with new flavors. The gentle boy had told you of his mom’s hot chocolate recipe one morning when the air had threatened to cover everything in frost, and his hands had started going numb from cold. 

“That,” you’d said, “was unacceptable.” You’d seen him play volleyball a few times, and swore up and down that if the cold damaged his hands even slightly, you’d go and fight the clouds that instant. Suga’d merely laughed. 

“How’s this one?” you asked, experimenting slightly with the sugar to nutmeg ratio and adding just the barest hint of cinnamon. Suga gave you a bright smile before trying it. 

“It’d be better if I could share it with you,” he said. You blushed. 

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Makoto, Oikawa and Kise all fall in love with the same girl! How would this goo~?

I hope you don’t mind that this is more a headcanon than a scenario. -Kai

In all honesty, Kise and Oikawa would probably spend so much time trying to out-do each other that they’d forget what they’d originally come for—you. Somehwere between the frustration you’d feel at their antics and their constant bickering, Makoto would pay more attention to your needs. After a while, Oikawa and Kise would eventually come back down to earth and realize their mistake. After that though, you’d be hard-pressed to pick a favorite—they’re all very attentive when they choose to be, and would probably attempt to spoil you rotten. 

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KnB/Free! match-up please? I'm 5'1" dark-haired girl with tan skin. My MBTI is INTP and my main temperament is phlegmatic. Also, I'm a Libra sun sign. I'm a cerebral person with a love for history, culture and solving problems. I'm only adventurous, vulnerable among friends and shy and quiet with strangers. I become animated whenever something interests me. I'm easy-going among friends but can be stubborn if my principles are violated. I'm a bit lazy but I'm rather resourceful under pressure.

Your Free! match-up is Tachibana Makoto! Makoto has a great appreciation for your love for history, culture, and problem-solving, and may even turn to you for help in those subjects. His warm and welcoming nature would mesh well with your shy nature, and he’d love to see your personality once you open up a bit. Makoto’s tolerant nature would be a patient, persistent presence to help motivate you should you be slacking on something, and he’ll definitely appreciate your resourceful nature. 

Other possible matches: Ryuugazaki Rei, Matsuouka Rin

Your Kuroko no Basuke match-up is Kiyoshi Teppei! Kiyoshi would do his best to nurture your adventurous side, but would always proceed with caution. He’s good at bringing out your true personality when you’d rather be shy, and would enjoy hearing all you had to talk about. Kiyoshi may not share the same interests as you, but loves your easy-going personality and your resourcefulness. 

Other possible matches: Mitobe Rinnosuke, Kise Ryouta