Um hi! I was wondering if your willing to do a bnha matchup for me? I'm female, about 5'4 and pan. I have red hair and brown eyes. I really love thunderstorms, ice coffee, reading, and listening to music. My music taste is all over but my fav songs have great bass. I enjoy writting and hope to be published one day. Its rare to see me wearing anything other than floral patterns and jeans. A lot of people say i'm too quiet but i have an intresting sense of humor when you get to know me. Thank you!
Hello anon! If you'd take a second to look at my last post it would be very helpful! I apologize for the inconvience, and if you'd like to message me I'd be very willing to apologize personally for not having this information out sooner! Thank you XoXo
Hi! I saw your blog and got so excited! Can I have a match for haikyuu? Im a 5 ft bi, curvy dork with an afro as big as my ambitions! I’m currently a nursing student and I love helping people by volunteering. I enjoy painting, theatre, yoga, and creative writing. I also cosplay which is my (secret) joy! In personality, Im an anxious mom friend with a dry, often flirtatious, sense of humor. Im also hard working, but a perfectionist . In tests, Im an ENFP 2w3 Hufflepuff Aquarius! Thank you!!! :)
Of course Honey! You’ve been matched with...
Koutarou Bokuto!
Dream big! That's what Bo always tells you, to reach for the stars and never look back! After all, when people ask about his home life he wants to be able to tell them just how successful his S/O is! It doesn't matter to him that you’re on the shorter side, because your personality makes up for it! He even jokes sometimes that you’re almost as tall as him, and maybe bigger with the hair!
He love love loves to sit with your back against his chest, and if you let him, he’ll mess with your hair forever! Pick it out, put products in it, anything you’ll let him do! Although with hands as big as his, its a bit of a hassle - but he manages, just for you!
The best thing about you, in Bokutos opinion, is how loving you are of the human race sometimes. The fact that you’re going into nursing makes you as noble as a knight in his eyes, and you can be sure to catch him making you a late night cup of tea and massaging your calves and feet while you study! He’ll even go with you whenever you volunteer, bright smile waiting!
When he found out you liked painting, there was no doubt in his mind that the first thing he wanted you to do was paint on his back! After seeing it on Instagram and twitter, he wanted to see what kind of masterpiece you could turn his body into. Even though it was cold and tickled, he didn't complain; and he did his very best to stay still! Even when his legs fell asleep ^^;
Theater is an extra bonus for him, and he’ll go to every single one of your performances, big and small! Always waiting after you’re done with a bouquet of flowers and a big hug! Maybe a couple kisses if you’re lucky! As for yoga, he doesn't really understand it, and gets kind of antsy while doing it, but if you want to then its on the to do list! Wrangle him in for some Instagram yoga poses, but in return let him pick you up for a gym selfie!
No matter who you’re cosplaying, Bokuto absolutely adores it. Always. Thrown together last minute, planned and executed perfectly, he loves them all, and you can bet your bottom dollar that he’s willing to be your personal photographer!
Your sense of humor may seem dry to others, but that's okay! Bo makes up for it, constantly chatting and laughing with you, blushing when your flirting goes a little too far, but he’s all there for it! An A+ Ace just for you!
As for your perfectionist streak, Bo knows exactly what its like, and when he sees you get frustrated or put down, he does whatever he can to encourage and cheer you up - anywhere from funny faces to being your own cheerleader, skirt included! All in all, You’re just right for him!
Hi can I get a bnha matchup *someone from class 1b pls? I'm a straight girl, 5'4, have dark green eyes and burgundy hair. I'm an INFJ, zodiac Pisces, I'm nice to all peers and love wearing black clothes and makeup. I'm academically successful but don't like bragging about it. I enjoy expressing myself artistically though drawing and writing. I'm living for rock music and crime series. I prefer honest people and those who're not afraid to speak her mind. Trust means everything to me. Cheers!
Howdy! You’ve been matched with...
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu!
From your looks to your style to your personality, Tetsutetsu just can’t get enough of you! It was decided long ago that something he absolutely loved about you is your eyes, no matter the hair colour to go along with them - to him, that's just an added bonus! They’re his favorite part of your face, and you can catch him zoning out every now and again staring at you; but its all in good intentions, He really just cant get enough of how pretty your eyes are!
Another of his favorite things about you is how sweet you can be. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then he’d need a thousand pictures of you just to equal up to how sweet he really thinks you are! Its refreshing to him given your style, and when some may perceive you as shut off just because you like the colour black, Tetsutetsu’s always right there to defend your honour! Even if he seems like a goof sometimes.
Your makeup is something he likes to watch you do, even getting curious himself he may ask you what things are as he watches from time to time, and hey - give him a hand with the eyeliner before he pokes his eye out! Academically, he may not be the brightest, but that's perfectly okay because when he’s frustrated or stuck, he can always ask you for help and he knows you’ll be right there as long as you understand it!
Surprisingly enough, he loves to watch you doodle, as long as he’s able to have you sit in his lap and he’s allowed to look over your shoulder at what you’re drawing! And your writing? He’s absolutely got to read it.
Your music taste is just as good as your taste in shows, and once you get him sitting down to watch crime shows like Criminal Minds or Forensic Files, you can hardly get him up! He’ll sit there for hours with you, running his fingers over your skin or playing with your hair with one hand, and stuffing popcorn into his mouth with the other! Its absolutely his happy place!
But his absolute favorite thing about you is that he doesn't have to bite his tongue. He can be upfront with you about anything, and that's something he values a lot. He doesn't know what he’d do if he had to hide things from you, because when you give him a look its like you’re pulling the words from his mouth! Even still, he knows that no matter what, you’ll have his back through thick and thin, and Tetsutetsu? He has yours too!
I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for the request! XoXo
Haikyuu!! Multi-character fiction. Who did you read about?
Doors slammed behind him, loud harsh sounds that cut through the quiet of the night. He didn’t turn around, didn’t pay it much attention, they always slammed and he always walked on. His hands trembled with devastation of failure- ‘my failure.’ he thought to himself.
It was cold outside, colder than normal, but again he didn’t care because he wasn’t good enough, he had failed; that was all that mattered to him. At some point in his walk home he lost feeling in his fingertips, the cold nipping and biting at him like a rabid wolf. He didn’t care, he wanted his useless hands to freeze, maybe they would even fall off.
When he got to his front door he paused and sat down, hands still shaking and cold soaking into his bones and then into his brain. All he could really care about what that he had failed and that everything was over. He brought his hands up, staring at his fingertips once more and wondering how a team could trust someone with useless hands. That’s how he felt, at least, like he was of no value to his team, but again- that didn’t matter, because it was over, and he was graduating soon.
Haikyuu!! Multi-character fiction. Who did you read about?
Doors slammed behind him, loud harsh sounds that cut through the quiet of the night. He didn't turn around, didn't pay it much attention, they always slammed and he always walked on. His hands trembled with devastation of failure- ‘my failure.’ he thought to himself.
It was cold outside, colder than normal, but again he didn't care because he wasn't good enough, he had failed; that was all that mattered to him. At some point in his walk home he lost feeling in his fingertips, the cold nipping and biting at him like a rabid wolf. He didn't care, he wanted his useless hands to freeze, maybe they would even fall off.
When he got to his front door he paused and sat down, hands still shaking and cold soaking into his bones and then into his brain. All he could really care about what that he had failed and that everything was over. He brought his hands up, staring at his fingertips once more and wondering how a team could trust someone with useless hands. That's how he felt, at least, like he was of no value to his team, but again- that didn't matter, because it was over, and he was graduating soon.
He sat there for god knows how long, crying silently without realizing it until tears dripped past his lips onto his lap and he tasted the cold salt when he whispered to himself.
“I failed, I couldn't do it, tonight was supposed to be it and I failed.”
He was too caught up in his own thoughts to hear the barely there footsteps, too busy giving up on his dreams to listen for the soft padding of sneakers. The soft voice that cut through the darkness caught him off guard, and his heart clenched.
“Hey..why are you out here? You're going to be sick, stop crying please..” It said, and without looking up he replied.
“I'm sorry, I couldn't do it. Its my graduating year and I couldn't do it.” He whispered, voice breaking into thousands of little pieces. He expected an angry response, for the person in front of him to be upset with him at least. Not the soft words and gently hand on his cheek that came next.
“Come on, I’ll make you some tea and we’ll go to bed, you didn't fail, you've never failed, at least not to me.” The words were soft.
He breathed in sharply, cold burning his lungs and eyes as he stared at the boy in front of him. A mixture of panic and affection began to bloom inside in his chest, was this right?
“Okay.” he whispered, and they went inside.
This was the first time that the boy considered love.
There he was, standing in the kitchen of his childhood home with his best friend at 10pm, warding off frostbite and awaiting a migraine. It was soft, it was warm, it was wrong.
‘He’s your best friend!’ he told himself, swallowing thickly as a warm cup was pressed into his hands. ‘Of course you love him, you love all of your friends, right?’ he thought.
At some point within the next hour the boy showered and went to bed, curling up on his side with his head buried in his friends chest. At some point, he told himself that it was normal for best friends to do that. At some point, he lied to himself. He was 18.
-
Then he sat in his living room, silent and angry at the world. His ,at the time, girlfriend had just left him, leaving him all alone in the dark. He picked up his phone with trembling fingers, tears dripping onto his screen as he tapped it to life and searched for a specific contact. His contact.
He found it relatively quickly, finger hovering over the start call button for just a second before it began to ring.
Four rings and the line clicked before he was met with a voice he hadn't heard from in months.
“Hello?”
A beat and silence.
“Hey, are you there?” A worried tone accompanied the words now.
Again, silence. The call ended, phone screen flashing bright in the dark room. He sat there for 20 minutes, angry and broken, too busy crying to hear the jingle of keys in his door or the soft voice that called out to him.
Soft hands pressed against his cheeks and he opened eyes that he never knew he had closed, tears spilling along with unspoken words. He stared, voice cracking as he asks the man sitting before him how he got here.
“I ran. What happened?” comes the anxious reply and suddenly he realizes that the man crouching in front of him lives 10 blocks away. He doesn't dwell.
He explains everything, breaking down once more and spilling his guts to his best friend. Then it's quiet, comfortable, right.
“I missed you, I’m sorry I haven't called,” he tells the other, opening his now closed eyes to look at him. Fingers comb through his hair and his friend hums in response.
“I'm here now, don't worry about it.” Hands pause, soft and tender in his hair once more.
These words are what make him consider love for the second time in his life, sitting in his best friends embrace at 10pm. He was heartbroken, but having him there made it okay. He was heartbroken, but the laugh and joke about how she just doesn't have taste made it okay. He was heartbroken, and lying to himself and saying they're just friends made it okay. He was 22.
-
Now he sits in his best friends embrace once more, wondering why the hell he can’t control himself. They’d only moved in together as roommates three months ago, and this had already happened twice. This time he can't help but repeat the same words over, and over, and over again.
“I fucked up, I can't do it, I'm tired of this.”
He had known his anxiety was bad, known that it had been getting worse, but at no point in time had he ever considered it would have gotten this bad. He goes to repeat himself again when he's stopped. His best friend, he decides, has lips that are softer than they look. When they pull apart he stares at the man sitting in front of him with wide, teary eyes.
“You,” he begins “are so goddamn stupid. You’re such an amazing person and I don't think- no, I know that you don't know realize how special you are. You're funny, and kind, and you've made it this far, you can make it even farther. I promise. You've just gotta stop being such an idiot, got to realize that it isn't as bad as you think it is. You've got to realize that I love you and that I believe in you no matter what, so please, don't give up.”
More tears fall, then another slow kiss, and a laugh.
This is the third time in his life that he considers the possibility of love, sitting in his bed at 10pm with his best friend. This time, he doesn't deny it. He turns 28 next month.
-
When one falls in love with their best friend it never goes the way they expect it, they expect to be friends forever, not to come to the sudden realization that they love said person. Sometimes it's fast, harsh; like stumbling and falling face first into the dirt. Other times, its slow and calm, like the sink running over when you've left it running.
It's never smooth and easy, always messy and unpredictable, sometimes a bit calmer- but never quiet. When you think about it, it's funny how one may never realize it until he’s sitting in the cold at 10pm sobbing. Funny how it might not be until he’s just had his heart broken and is sitting in an empty apartment at 10 pm and someone just happens to come to his rescue. Funny how it might not even happen until he’s having a panic attack in bed at 10pm and his newfound roommate comes in and calms him down. Maybe love is like cheese, a little rotten, a tad funky, and it has to age at least 10 years before you can have it.
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Hajime hates the heat more than he hates Toorus shitty fan club.
Tooru loves the beach, I mean this boy goes weekly. Any and every chance possible he’s going to drag poor Iwa-chan out into the, as he puts it, “12th circle of hell”, because the 7th wasn't deep enough
Matsukawas family owns a small beach house and for the majority of the summer he and Makki stay there.
Oikawa and Iwaizumi also stay there during the week but go visit their parents every other weekend.
When its hot, Hanamaki likes to take little cat naps throughout the day, usually on the hour every other hour.
Matsukawa likes to take candid shots of the group on a camera he got for his birthday one year, they're surprisingly good!
Iwaizumi likes to chase crabs late at night, no one knows why, he just does.
He takes Mattsun with him
.No one is asleep until after 2 am, or up before 10- house rules.
If one of them does get up before 10 then their not allowed to make noise, making noise will result in being forced to make breakfast.
Iwaizumi cooks breakfast pretty often.
When Oikawa drags Iwaizumi out to the beach, he likes to play a game he calls “how-many-numbers-can-I-get-before-tooru-gets-jealous”. His highest number is 6.
Mattsun asked Makki out in the pool when they were 16!
(They fucked in the upstairs bedroom for the first time Makki turned 17 whoops)
The big couch in the upstairs lounge was purchased by Oikawa and Mattsun for the purpose of napping and movie binging, naps consists of lots of limbs and weird positions.
They learned that Matsukawa has the highest alcohol tolerance on Tooru’s birthday!
Hajime has the lowest.
Also! Hajime sleeps naked, but only in the summer! (at this point it's very natural for them to see him naked, but he never fails to turn red!)
Hello love! I hope you've had an amazing day today, and I'm sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I could get a matchup? I'm 172 cm and a tad overweight (I'm working on it though!) I have glasses and very long dark brown hair and brown eyes. I'm a very big music lover, but at the moment I'm on a The Neighborhood and Lofi-hiphop spree. I like to cook internationally and love reading! I'm half Hispanic and try to embrace that side of my life as much as possible. At times I'm a bit (1/1)
(2/2) disorganized but I mean who isn’t haha. I’m a heavy night owl, and I have music playing literally constantly, I hate silence at times. I’m fairly athletic for my weight, having played volleyball (as a middle blocker!) and basketball. I like to sit outside at night when its warm and stare at the stars, I also love animals and smoke (I’m trying to quit haha) My favorite colours are Mint blue and deep grey, and I love the ocean. I hope this was enough, Thank you!!
Hello Dear,
your lovely personality is worshipped by none other than…
Terushima Yuuji.
You are beautiful, inside and out to him - he cherishes and worships every part about you.
Listening to the music you are currently into is always a lot of fun for him, he may call you his favorite music-dealer, because somehow you find the best stuff.
Your international cuisine is adored and appreciated, Terushima loves eating whatever you come up with, ready to try anything you cook. He will praise you for every dish with an honest smile and a cheeky kiss. He is a good cook too, and he loves to surprise you every once in a while with a creation of his own.
Disorganization isn’t that big issue to him - this boy loves your free spirit showing there and he won’t hold it against you. Maybe he will make a game out of organising and cleaning up, just to make you enjoy the task. He will also stay up with you, his head on your lap, listening to your music or just reading.
Whenever it is silent, he will start up a conversation to get your mind away from the silence that bothers you. With him, you won’t ever be bored or uncomfortable, his love and admiration for you a vibrant and radiant thing.
He loves to have you train with him - when you block his spikes he is torn between frustration and praise - you are way too good, and he can go all out on you.
Being anywhere with you is good for him - watching the night sky, making up stories with you, talking about the day, swooning over animals or just read a book while somehow touching you (holding hands, your feet on his lap, anything) - everything with you is so much fun.
So no one really asked for these but ive been compiling them for a few days now lmao
He takes really hot fucking showers??? like Hanamaki was staying over one day, asked him to start a bath for him, and then yelled when he got in because what the fuck mattsun, why is the water so hot??
He likes to doodle a lot, like nothing really big but he does have a sketchbook and its filled with cute lil drawings of soft things like dogs and plants.
There is always music playing with him, and whatever music he listens to has a lot to do with his mood. He’s fuckin weird though because its not normal stuff like sad songs if he's sad, no, he listens to like really shitty old American country when he's sad, and Lofi-hiphop when he's calm or happy.
He has to pluck his eyebrows at least twice a week
Mattsun is actually a very loving partner, in any relationship he is the type to want to go on cute cheesy little dates and when him and his S/o are laying in bed he has such an urge to trace his fingers over their skin? like for hours on end, he’s very touch-assured
On that note he’s also very unsure of himself? a lot of “is this okay?” and “what do you think?” Especially in new relationships, he doesn't want to upset the other.
He is a very non-violent person, and absolutely hates to cause harm to other people. For instance- Lets say the team was out for lunch or something and makki said something stupid, so he pinched him. Hard. Makki bruises and mattsun feels like a total ass because of it even though Mattsun its okay I'm not a fragile fuckin flower
Once when he was little he watched makki pick his nose and eat it, then proceeded to throw up
He’s actually very anal about hygiene. Like he takes daily showers and has nice shampoo and shit, a whole skincare routine and will headass come in late to morning classes just because he needed a shower.
He always has fucking gum and no one knows where it comes from (Oikawa once asked for a piece and mattsun just produced it from his palm and said “I felt like you were gonna ask”)
He owns a Caucasian mountain dog that he went to Russia to get, her name is Aiko, which means child of love. Lots of people are terrified of her at first glance, but in all honesty she's just like mattsun, lazy and lovable 🖤!
He actually has a very good relationship with kyoutani. Not many people know about it but the younger respects him almost as much as iwaizumi for some advice given when they first met. Almost.
So, I have more and I'm sorry for not posting but ive been swamped with school and theatre, if you would want me to do more things like this let me know!
Also, my ask is open for anyone who wants to submit just about anything!!
Makki was tired, of oikawa mainly, but in essence, tired. He and the idiot couple had been out for the majority of the day in an ‘attempt to bring makki out of his bitter, cynical state’ as oikawa had put it, and even iwaizumi agreed that since mattsun had been gone he had been different, a bit more reserved. As the trio walked makki breathed in, cold november air filling his lungs and, doing nothing to help the chill that enveloped his body even through his coat, left as a coarse laugh. His captain looked over at him with brows stitched together in concern, morphing into a face of excitement meer seconds later.
“Come on, let's stop here for lunch” oikawa mused, tugging at his boyfriends sleeve slightly, hand lacing together with iwaizumi before continuing “from what i hear, they have really good profiteroles, makki” he said, and soon enough the wing spiker was sharing a booth across from his childhood friends. The cafe was nice, small and comfortable, and hanamaki couldn't help but think that mattsun would have liked it too.
“Stop it” It was iwaizumi’s turn to speak, and even though the words that left his mouth was commanding, his tone was not. Makki looked up through almost wet lashes, and saw the concern on both of his friends faces. It was torture.
“Hanamaki...he’s gone..and I know you’re blaming yourself for his death and-” oikawa started, but before he could finish makki stood.
“He isn't dead” he said in barely more than a whisper “just missing.”
He was gone seconds later, hands burying themselves in his pockets as he bit down on his lip, trying to focus on the pain in his mouth instead of the one in his chest. His pace was brisk, wanting to get the hell away from that shop as fast as he could before the tears fell. Before he knew what was happening he had stopped, the cold stealing the air from his lungs.
Not even a hundred yards away he could see the mess of dark curls over the racks in a shop, and he knew those curls, knew them better than anything. He stepped once, twice, and then broke out into a full on run towards them.
“Mattsun, oh fuck mattsun im sorry, Im sorry, they stopped looking but I couldnt, I knew you were still-” but the words died in his chest and sank to his stomach as he made it to the ‘man’ who held the same dark curls as his best friend. What stood before him wasn't a man, but a hunk of tan plastic with a wig, and makki felt himself choke on air. Tears blurred his vision and spilling down his cheeks. “Mattsun…. I-I...Im sorry...I should have...have driven you home” he croaked, voice hoarse and high, but it didn't matter. Mattsun had been missing for five months, last being seen headed home from a party hosted by hanamaki. The police had closed the case after three months, ruling him dead. Makki had wrecked himself about it. If only he hadn't thrown that damn party. If only.
“I'm sorry, I love you issei”
~~~
So. I tried my hand at writing? instead of just spouting shit out. I don't know how it went, so tell me yeah? if, IF this was any good (who am I kidding I know its not) my ask is open for just about any request lmao
