anastasia !

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[zalimaaa]

links to carrds:

uyghur muslims / palestine / yemen / kurdistan

afghanistan / kashmir / police brutality in india

hong kong / philippines / serbia / anti-semitism

belarus / lebanon / say her name / trans rights

black lives matter / educate racism / protest tips

lgbt rights / do the right thing / carrds

[wooloo-inc]

hi emergency request if you do these? can i get a karl jacobs comfort oneshot where the reader is going through a really bad depressive episode and they're trying really really hard to break out of it and they keep missing classes. and so they decide that they're gonna work really really hard on this next essay and actually get it done on time and its super hard and they literally cry over it bc it takes so much effort and they still end up turning it in late. (1/2)

and so they email their prof about how they've been having a really hard time with their mental health and he emails back that he won't tolerate laziness and they end up getting a 60 on the essay and now they feel like everyone's super disappointed in them because they worked so hard and put everything they had into that essay and still failed. and so reader is just crying over it or something and karl comes and asks whats going on and stuff and just makes them feel better (2/2)

. . .

It’s been a dreadful semester so far. With finals approaching and more assignments being thrown your way it is no surprise that everything starts to feel like too much. You could barely find the motivation to even get out of bed, often spending hours in there. Besides, even if you did finish one assignment there’s at least five more waiting to be done after it. 

You’ve started waking up later, finding no need to get up early anyways. Your roommate would leave for work and be back by the time you just got up. He never really questioned it, since he didn’t have a grasp on your schedule yet. He’s always been the forgetful kind. You’d lay in bed for hours on your phone, only leaving for food or to play video games with Karl. Everyday started to feel like the same. You’d wake up late, eat something light, climb back in bed, lie there for hours and then go back to sleep. You’ve tried doing some classwork, anything but you end up staring at the bright screen for hours on end, accomplishing nothing. 

Three weeks of classes. You’ve missed three weeks of classes while sinking further and further into your depression. At this point you debate dropping out, after all it doesn’t seem like it’ll get any better. You scrunch up the blanket in your hands with frustration. Everyone else seems to be doing just fine and here you are struggling with just one semester. You groan into your pillow muffling the noise completely. You wave limply to Karl as he walks through the door. He kicks off his shoes in the corner, setting down a container of food on his desk. He always enjoyed getting the college pizza, even if it was slightly expensive. 

The smell of the food wafting in the small dorm room makes you sit up slightly. You look over the edge of your bed, down at your friend below. He casually munches on the food, looking down at his phone. He catches your gaze, grinning in greeting. A blip from your phone makes you turn away to look at the device. It’s another email from a professor, the notification bunching up with the rest. You almost clear it until you see the words “Final Paper” across the top. You click on it, dread spilling in your gut as you read through it. The essay is due tomorrow and you haven’t started it. The damned thing has enough weight to possibly make you fail the class too. 

With a bit of hesitation, you sit up completely, running a hand through your hair. You should try to complete this assignment, no matter how long it takes. If you can just get this one essay done then you won't feel like a complete failure. You jump out of the bed, stumbling a bit onto the ground. You pull the blanket off of your bed, dragging it over to your desk. With a huff, you fall back into the chair, the blanket falling over your shoulders. You startup the computer, glaring when the screen’s brightness blinds you momentarily. 

You can hardly pay attention, getting distracted by everything around you. It takes half an hour to write down one sentence and you need five pages. Your leg bounces with your nerves as you mindlessly chew on your nails. A bad habit you dropped a while ago. The word doc stares back at you silently. Times New Roman has never appeared more haunting than now. You manage to get a paragraph in when shuffling behind you catches your attention. You turn to look at Karl, seeing him put on his shoes. 

“I’m going to grab some dinner at the commons, do you wanna tag along?” You glance back at the clock on your computer, wincing when it reads seven p.m. The dining hall closes in thirty minutes. Have you really been struggling that long? He waits for your response, tugging on his coat in the meantime. 

“No, thanks. I really need to finish this first.” He hums with a shrug. With a jingle of his keys, the door locks behind him. You can hear his steps fade down the hall as he leaves. With a deep sigh, you turn back to your laptop. You begin typing again, despite the ache in your fingers. You know the essay doesn’t sound good, but you need to write something, anything. You finally find all of your sources when Karl returns. He waves to his friends in the doorway, laughing as they say something funny. He walks over to you, holding a small container in his hands. 

“I got you some dinner, figured you don’t want to go to the express line later.” You find yourself smiling weakly at his kindness but still turning it down. He frowns slightly but nods. He tucks it into the small fridge and makes his way to the couch. He lies down, his feet overhanging the edge. You don’t say anything else, continuing to work on the paper. The only sounds are from the keys on your computer and the occasionally clicking as Karl messes around on his phone. The light in the dorm fades away as night quickly approaches. You’re almost done with your paper, only needing the conclusion and the bibliography. You yawn loudly, raising a hand to cover your mouth briefly. 

You close the laptop tightly, dropping your head to your arms. This is too much work. You don’t understand anything going on in the class and there’s no way you’ll score high enough to pass. You feel your chest tightening and throat growing dry. Quickly, you stand up from the chair and make your way past Karl. You grab a towel from your closet along with a caddy before leaving for the showers. Thankfully, the largest one is opening, leaving you plenty of room to change in there. You stand in the water finally letting the tears fall. 

By the time you return back to the room, Karl is already asleep. You can hear his soft snores from his bed and his lamp is turned off. You change into pajamas, making sure that you stay quiet in hopes to not wake him. You stare at your computer from across the room, feeling the anxiety pit back up again. You walk over to it, before turning off your light. There’s no way you’ll get anything else done today without crying. You climb into bed and roll over. Despite the burning thoughts in your mind you manage to fall asleep. 

You wake up to the sound of an alarm. Karl rolls over in his bed, his hand lazily smacking around for the phone. It falls to the ground with a loud clatter. He groans, staring down at the device from his spot. You lift your head to groggily stare at his phone too. Neither of you move, just staring at it. When he moves, so do you. While he gets dressed you end up at your computer again. It’s due at noon today, so you really need to work hard. 

With the clock ticking down you pull up your essay and all the sources you need for it. You can feel your leg bounce faster as you work and your nerves build. You wave Karl goodbye when he leaves for his morning class, not paying attention to the worried glance he sends you. No matter how fast your fingers move, it’s not fast enough. You peek frantically at the time in the corner of your screen, feeling more overwhelmed as it gets closer and closer to noon. It’s the most concentration you’ve put into something in the past couple of weeks and it still feels like too much. You want to take a break but you can’t. Not now. Every sentence you type feels wrong and you end up deleting it. You slam harder on your keys with each letter feeling the frustration build up again. 

You lean back, wiping away the tears rising in your eyes. It takes only one sniffle for it to turn into full on sobbing. You cry loudly, shuddering with each shaky breath you take. Wiping at your eyes only makes them burn more and forces more tears to roll down your cheeks. Your negative thoughts don’t help at all, making the episode much worse. When you finish, you look back at the computer still sniffling slightly. The clock’s time glaring back at you makes you flinch, and more tears welt. You missed the deadline. Hurriedly, you go to submit the paper, frowning when it doesn’t go through. You try again and again but to no success. 

Wiping your nose with your sleeve, you shakily drift your mouse over to the email tab. You try to word a decent message to your professor, praying that they’ll accept your response. 

Dear Professor, 

I am terribly sorry for missing the final paper deadline today. I’ve been dealing with poor mental health recently and struggled with the essay and keeping track of time. I know I should have reached out sooner but I could not find the motivation to. I have attached my completed paper to this email, if you would be so kind to accept it that would be wonderful. I promise I will work harder in the future. 

Thank you for your time, 

Student #11037

Attached: 1 document 

You sink back into your chair after hitting send. You hit the refresh key feverishly, waiting for some sort of response. But nothing loads. You swallow harshly, falling into the warmth of your blanket once more. You try to distract yourself by going on your phone but it doesn’t help. Finally, your computer dings, with the newest email. Scooting closer, you open the email, eyes darting across each word.

I will not accept your paper. I do not accept any form of laziness or grant extensions in this class, this has been outlined in the syllabus multiple times. In the professional field you will not be given breaks just because you have a “rough week”. I suggest you start working harder now. Your final score for this class is 60% 

-sent from my iPhone

You clench your fists tightly, slamming the computer shut. Heavy breaths lift from your body as you try to stay calm. You wrap the blanket tighter around yourself, despite how warm it’s starting to feel. 

Everyone must think that I'm a failure. I can’t even finish one assignment on time. My parents will be so disappointed in me. I barely passed this class but I worked so hard. No one else seems to be struggling, am I that stupid? 

The tears rise once more, all the pent up feelings breaking at the moment. Instead of running to the bathroom to cry, you slouch in your desk chair. You sob quietly, biting your lip to try and muffle the noise. You don’t even hear the door open. 

“Are you okay?” Karl shuts the door behind him, setting his portfolio bag aside. He just got back from class. You weakly glare at him from behind your tears, because you’re obviously not okay. You spin your chair to face the other way, not wanting him to see you like this. You can hear him approach slowly. He rolls his chair over to yours. Then, he runs his hand on your back softly, whispering to you that everything will be okay. It’s slightly awkward, but helps a bit.  

When your sobs fade to sniffles, Karl smiles. “Do you want to talk about it or be distracted?” 

You wipe at your eyes, thanking him when he hands you some tissues. “Can we do both?” He nods, his hair flopping with the movement. The two of you move to the couch. Karl briefly leaves to tug the comforter off of his bed. He tosses it over the both of you and drags you into a side hug. Your head lands on his shoulder. For the next moment you talk about everything. How shitty you’ve been feeling, how you’ve been missing classes because of your thoughts. How you tried to complete the assignment even if it was overwhelming, how you missed the deadline and how the professor was an asshole. 

When you’re done ranting, you lean against Karl. He stays silent for a second, taking it all in. 

“Well, I don’t think you’re a failure. You’re a smart, kind person and you can’t help when your depression gets worse.” His hand squeezes your shoulder in reassurance. “Your professor is a jerk and you shouldn’t beat yourself up over that.” 

“Thanks, really. It means a lot to hear that from you.” He hums, pulling you closer in the hug. He leans his head against yours, placing a quick kiss on the crown of your head. It’s a peaceful moment until your stomach growls loudly. Karl laughs, and pulls away.   

“Do you want to set up the TV, while I go get us some food?” You’re about to disagree but your stomach growls again. Figuring he won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, you agree to it. He grabs his key card and leaves, promising to be back in a few minutes. That gives you more than enough time to start up the TV and the Xbox. You wrap his comforter around you, enjoying the lingering smell of his cologne. The Xbox just finished booting up when he returns. 

“You stole my blanket!” He playfully shouts. He sets the containers aside to drag the comforter from you. The action makes you laugh loudly, limbs flailing as you try to hold onto it. Finally, he gives up and lets it fall back onto you. He lands on the couch, the cushions bouncing from the force. He hands you a container, grinning at your shocked expression. He brought pancakes from the coffee shop down the street. They were always your favorite but too expensive to get frequently. 

“So, are we going to go on Youtube, Minecraft or Overcooked?” He bites down on a large piece of pancake, speaking with his mouth full. You roll your eyes at his manners, kicking him under the blanket. He kicks you back. 

“Let’s play Overcooked. We still haven’t beaten the third level.” 

“That’s because you forgot to clean the dishes!” 

“Says the one who kept falling off the platform!” 

The two bicker playfully, wide grins on their faces. They jostle each other often, limbs kicking as they play the game. You could always rely on Karl to make your day better. He always knew the right thing to say and how to make you feel better. He’s the best roommate you could ask for. Next semester will be better with him by your side. He’ll stick around to push you through your classes, celebrating for the little wins you accomplish. After all, something is better than nothing. 

[akufucker]

hihi i just want keiji to hug me n hold me in his Big Strong Arms but in a vaguely platonic way ( does this count as a req )

yes it totally counts as a request and like same 😔✋🏾 also this is my first time taking requests so b gentle,,

“wahaha.. so what do i have here?” keiji asked as he opened his door to you

after a long day of work/school, you decided to stop by his house

it’s been a while since the two of you have seen each other. life just gets in the way, you know?

he’s a good friend, so you thought that stopping by before going home was a good idea

showing up without a warning could go south easily, but he’s caught you off guard many times, so you might as well do the same

“let me in keiji, we should catch up”

sitting on the couch, keiji waved for you to join him. you flopped besides him and sighed. the daily stress that you faced was a lot.

“what’s wrong? got anything on your mind...?” keiji asked

“nothing too bad” you replied, combing your fingers through your hair

he smiled and opened his arms, inviting for you to sit in his lap “nothing cuddling can’t fix”

with a bit of hesitance, you crawled in his lap.

now that caught him off guard. keiji didnt think that you’d actually do it.

but hey, you’re cute, he might as well indulge in this.

you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“i really missed you, keiji. you never text me”

placing his hands (respectively) on the small of your back, he pulls you close to him and squeezes you tightly, “haha.. your friendly policeman gets busy..”

still in his arms, you ruffle his hair. it was soft and fluffy. he must’ve washed it recently “you aren’t even a police officer anymore! you can’t use that excuse”

“you caught me. take me to jail, miss”

“i hate you so much keiji”

cuddling with a man like this is a luxury you don’t often experience

[chroniclesofram]

Sick S/O

Prompt: How the haikyuu boys react when their s/o was absent because they were sick

Pairing(s): Nishinoya x reader, Kageyama x reader, Kenma x reader

Warning(s): none

Genre: Fluff

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Nishinoya Yū

He noticed it when you didn't show up for lunch since you two are seperate classes

He called you so you told him you were sick

He didn't tell you that he was going to visit since he wanted to surprise you

He was almost bored to death waiting for class to end so he could visit you

Thank god they didn't have volleyball practice that time

He immediately stormed to your house

It's when you opened the door he realised he didn't even brought you anything

So he proceeds to take care of you

This boy actually knows how to take care of sick people (I stand by this, fight me)

He replaces the towel in your forehead from time to time

He talks you about lot of stuffs to keep you company

He tries his best to shut up when you sleep

He's the type to make you laugh

When you're asleep he tried to cook but ended up making a mess out of the kitchen

So he just went out to buy some decent food you could actually eat

When you ask for something he always gets it

This boy is an absolute simp for you

Kageyama Tobio

He noticed that you were late

So he texted you

You said that you were sick

He was worried so he told you that he was coming after class

When he arrived he had a plastic bag full of milk, milk and well... milk

Like he literally only brought you milk

Kageyama doesn't know exactly what to do

So he just kept asking you if you need anything

If you ask him for something he was quick to get it

He does check your temperature if it's going down

If you are asleep he will just sit by the side of your bed and stare at you

Kozume Kenma

He called you when you didn't show up for class

You said you were sick so he decided to visit you

He will drop by at a store to get thing for you

Kenma get sick very often before so he knows what to do in this type of situations

He checks your temperature

He also changes the towel in your forehead

He won't talk that much so you could rest

If you ask for something he will get it immediately

He constantly checks and ask how are you feeling

If you are sleeping he will quietly hold your hand and play his games

[karasimpno]

I just want Daichi to call me beautiful is that so much to ask for

[nishi-noyas]

I just want Nishinoya to be real so he can hold my hand when I’m sad. Is that too much to ask for??

[punziella]

setters ヽ(。ゝω・)ノ☆

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Fluffvember Day 8: Theme Park Date with Bokuto Koutarou

wc: 1.2k+

a/n: Hello everybody, it’s Ana again! I’m back with some Haikyuu content this time! First up is this ray of sunshine, followed by my husband Tetsu for day 10 :3 hope you guys enjoy! <3

p.s. the whole time I was writing this, I was thinking of @kouteru 🥺💗 so this one’s for you babie 💘

Love, to Bokuto Koutarou, is that one concept in life he cannot seem to comprehend. The idea behind his heart beating twice as fast whenever he meets your gaze from across the lecture room. The reason behind why he’s always searching for your face amongst the crowd of audience and gets a strong boost of adrenaline when he sees you there. The reason why he slept so late last night and woke up too early this morning, or why he’s having a hard time picking the best outfit for his third date with you. Love, to Bokuto Koutarou, is something unfathomable, a concept so obscure and vague to his heart.  

“Kou!”

His ears perk up at the excited squeal of his name, and when his eyes land on you he chuckles to himself, because love, he realises, isn’t that difficult of a concept. Love, is the urge to pick you up and spin you around amidst the crowd filling the streets on a Saturday morning that he has to hold back. Love, is blushing at the nickname you use to call him by and wanting to hear it on repeat. Love, is going on his third date with you, but still having his palm sweaty while holding your hand.  

Love, he realises, is you.

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[denkiisbestboyo]

Lost and Found (Kaminari x Reader, Fic Friday)

Kaminari watched as class 1-B walked past the skinny window in the door to the classroom, one hand holding his head up as he stared. He was waiting, counting heads as they passed. There was Kendou and Tetsu… and there was Ibara…

And then you came, drifting past the window like a vision from a dream, laughing at something one of your classmates had said as you headed outside to train. Kaminari melted into his hand more, smiling. You were just so… ethereal. 

“Kaminari.”

Aizawa’s voice snapped him back to reality, and his gaze drifted from the window to the chalkboard in front of him. An equation was written out there, a complex string of letters and numbers… and Kaminari had no idea what any of them meant.

“Since you obviously deem this below you,” Aizawa said. “Care to enlighten our class with the answer?”

Kaminari’s stomach sank. “I, uh, don’t know.”

“Then I suggest you pay attention.” Aizawa said, returning smoothly to the lesson. 

Kaminari sighed, half-heartedly copying down some notes. This was so dumb… when was he ever going to need calculus in being a pro hero? He’d much rather be thinking about you… the object of his affections. He’d had a crush on you for absolute ages but he just could never find an opportune time to talk to you.

Not that he trusted himself to stay cool and suave around you anyway. You were just so pretty and smart and talented and he was known for being an idiot. 

If only Aizawa could teach the class about how to approach the person you’ve been longing after for months…

-

Class ended uneventfully when the bell rang. Kaminari stood up, sweeping his books into his bag messily and heading to the door, where Sero was already waiting for him. Sero grinned as they left the classroom and joined the flow of students heading out of the building, stretching his elbows.

“Smash Bros later?” He asked, glancing down at Kaminari.

“You’re on bro.” Kaminari said. “You know I’m always down to kick your ass at Smash Bros.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure man.” Sero said. “I’ve been practicing. Working out these fingers-” He wiggled his fingers in Kaminari’s face, laughing at Kaminari swatted his hands away. 

“Yeah alright man.” Kaminari said mockingly. “Sure-”

Sero clapped a hand on his shoulder, a teasing grin on his face. “Don’t look now, but Y/N is over to your left-”

Sero didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence before Kaminari whipped his head around, his eyes finding you in the crowd and zeroing in. You were making your way towards the door, your school bag slung over your shoulder, and your hands in your pockets. Gosh, you were so pretty… Kaminari couldn’t help but stare. 

It took him a minute to realize something had fallen out of your bag.

“Y/N dropped something.” He said. 

Sero nudged him forward. “Go pick it up dude! You can return it, and maybe then you’ll finally say more than two words to-”

Kaminari elbowed him, stepping forward to pick up the little white envelope. He turned over the little paper, examining it. This wasn’t notes or anything… maybe it was something important. But no-

The letter was sealed with a little heart shaped sticker. 

This was a confession. 

Kaminari felt his heart sink. 

You liked someone. And it sure as hell wasn’t him.

-

Kaminari kept the letter for a week. He knew he should return it, but he really didn’t want to. As soon as he did, you were going to go and confess to whoever the letter was for, and he couldn’t bring himself to come to terms with that reality. He was quite literally holding onto his doom.

Sero told him he was being overdramatic and that he really needed to give you your confession back.

Kaminari looked down at the little envelope in his hands. It was lunch now, the perfect opportunity to pull you aside to return the letter. 

He steeled himself. It was fine. You were allowed to like someone else. He couldn’t stop your feelings.

He just desperately wished he’d never stopped to pick the letter up off the floor.

Kaminari walked over to your lunch table, nervously clutching onto the little paper. As he approached, you friends stopped eating, nudging you and giggling. 

Geez, they were already making fun of him. 

“Erm, hey.” He said.

“Hi.” One of your friends returned. 

He took a breath. “Can I grab Y/N for a moment? If you don’t mind?”

You flushed. “Sure.”

Kaminari led you away from your table of friends, around a corner for a semblance of privacy, his heart beating in his chest. This was it.

You were looking at him, nerves written across your face. 

“Um.” Kaminari started eloquently. “I have something of yours.”

He presented the little letter, handing the paper back to you. You took it gingerly, immediately going to inspect the seal.

“I didn’t read it or anything!” Kaminari said. “It just fell out of your bag in the hall, and I didn’t want you to lose anything important, and…” He trailed off. “Whoever your confession is for is really lucky.”

Your face had flushed even deeper as he spoke, and Kaminari was beginning to wonder if something was wrong. Were you embarrassed or something?

“Um.” You started. “Actually, this is for you.”

You held the letter back out to him. 

“I was going to give it to you eventually.” You said. “I was just… working up to it.”

Kaminari took the letter back, dazed. “This is for me?”

You nodded meekly. 

“You were going to confess to me?” Kaminari asked. “You like me?”

“Yeah.” You said softly.

Kaminari didn’t even need to open the letter to know what his answer was.

“Dude that’s epic. You want to go out for pizza Friday?”

[milubee]

crows in their natural habitat! (a volleyball uniform and the air, respectively)

[romaune]

[ 9:15pm ]

pearl + venus from my 1k event, for sunnie <3 i love kita sm... marriage?

kita has this habit of calling you baby.

in the dead silence of december, when the snowflakes fall softly to the pavement and you lunge forwards to step on them, he calls you baby. in the blossoming daises of april as you help him carry mikasa balls into the storage room, he calls you baby.

ranging from the, “how was your day, baby?” to the “take care of yourself baby, okay?” you’re pretty sure you see kita shinsuke as anything but a friend. like the forbidden page of a storybook, fingertips trailing past the old, worn pages of your heart as the key lays thrown aside in an effort to ignore how your heart pulses with him around. in hindsight, it’s a bad idea. falling in love with someone so constant, so willing— a really bad idea.

you like to think it bothers you— spoiler: it doesn’t — and that only solidifies the odd transition that’s settled between you two. the snow traces against the window, the glass cold to the touch as kita’s nimble fingers graze the material.

the soft, flickering light of your phone radiates upon your cheeks. the onyx shade of the blanketed sky rests up above, the snow falling from the heavens as a pair of almond shaded eyes gaze at you fondly with the tender touch of a thousand lifetimes.

“you know, if you keep slouching like that you’re gonna have back pains, baby.” his voice calls through the silence, and out of reflex you re-adjust your posture and he huffs out a breath of air in appreciation. it takes you a second to realise what you’ve done.

what a motherfucker, you think. with a scowl present on your lips, you turn your head the other way and shinsuke lets out a huff of laughter. you won’t allow yourself to think it’s cute (it is) or allow your heart to reach its scarlet strings to intertwine with his.

best friends don’t call eachother baby. best friends don’t hold hands at the dinner table, fingers intertwined. best friends hold eachother as the fall asleep from a nightmare, right?

his head meets the pillow you’re laying on, as his fingertip taps your forehead. “penny for your thoughts?” you audibly groan in response, your fingers tracing his grey and black strands of hair— that are softer than you’d like them to be.

“you always call me baby.” you scowl again, and kita laughs at how adorable you are when feigning your fury. his hands reach up to squish your cheeks together, his head now in your lap. your lips pucker like that of a fish, and shinsuke’s cheeks grow warm at how beautiful you are. your hair pools against your cheeks; crushing up against the skin and your fingertips graze against his cheeks, the night sky reflects off of your irises, and kita wonders what you would do if he kissed you right now.

“do you not like it?” he questions with a tilt of his head. you feel the urge to smack your head against the wall, until he parts his lips again. “baby?”

he’s got to playing with you. right?

you roll your eyes and kita smiles; your childish response tugs at his heartstrings like an angel’s fingertips would do to a harp. his fingertips trace your jawline, and your head tilts down slightly. his lips press against yours gently, your fingers grasping at the ends of his hair in order to grasp onto something to keep a hold on reality. a force presses down onto you, his lips pressed against yours in a kiss and the snowfall outside glistens at the sight.

the angels above flap their wings happily at the display, shinsuke bringing your body closer to his as his hands cup your cheeks. his breath fans over your skin, your fingers touch his bangs and the surface of his forehead.

your first winter as lovers blossoms into your first springtime love. and somewhere, deep down, you hope kita knows that you love it when he calls you baby.

[miyalove]

 ⋆｡˚⁀➷ MISHAPS.

⤷ pairing: nishinoya yuu x gn!reader

⤷ genre. bests friends au, pining, fluff, kinda awkward too, slightly suggestive

⤷ warnings: pining, swearing, reader sometimes says choppy sentences as they are not that completely familiar with speaking japanese, suggestive themes, *unedited

1.7k | you’re fairly new to the japanese language, so there’s a lot of very awkward, very tense mishaps between you and your best friend, nishinoya.

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[mehreya]

intimacy || sakusa k.

↬ wc: 1.3k

↬ pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

↬ genre: domestic fluff

↬ summary: loving sakusa kiyoomi; a brief moment in time.

↬ a/n: for bee!! @romaune - I’m sorry this is so late bub, but I hope you like it!! ily baby ty for being moots w me!! happy birthday! I hope it was a wondeful one!

– ty to @/k1ngofthecourt and @/baeshijima for beta-reading (intermission bc I love soph tears)

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there’s a kind of mildly frosty autumn chill to the atmosphere today, though spring is in full bloom. nevertheless, you wake up in a good mood, shaking off the cold layer of air surrounding your legs by jumping out of bed quickly and doing short little jumping jacks in front of your mirror. 

the bare soles of your feet thud against the wooden floor as you jump up and down, and you glance back nervously every few minutes to check whether or not your boyfriend is still sleeping. pausing to check again, you twist around and sigh with relief as you see that sakusa is indeed asleep.

his head is on the very edge of his pillow, wavy black locks curling around the corner of said pillow. sakusa seems to be breathing evenly as if sleeping peacefully; puffs of air exit his mouth in small clouds of translucent fog and his eyelids are smoothed over his eyes, wrinkles non-existent on his forehead, limbs lax from what you can tell. 

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Chasing Crows pt. 4

Training Camp part 1, or Freckles and Tears

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Pairing: Karasuno x reader (platonic for now), slight Yamaguchi x reader

Genre: Slice of life, hurt-comfort

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Forget herding cats, try chasing crows! Karasuno is heading to a small training camp with two Tokyo teams, but a certain teammate feels left out and forgotten. 

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Warnings: Yamaguchi is insecure, he scrapes his knees once.

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housemates with karasuno

okay this is so fucking long because i love karasuno so much i’d get up to a million antics with them

how you ended up living with them: 

you were probably friends with the entire volleyball team in high school since you were one of the three (cute) managers so when they all suggested living together you were like ‘sure why not? how bad could it be?’

honestly this is so unrealistic but we’re enjoying ourselves aren’t we? 

since there are so many of you in one single house there are probably like 3 to 4 people in a single room

the original room arrangement was that the first-years and second-years would be in separate rooms but ennoshita was like ‘no way are you putting me in the same room as noya and tanaka i will die’

so you, ennoshita, yamaguchi, and tsukishima are all in another room (the second-most peaceful room in the house)

daichi, sugawara, and asahi are all together in another room because they’re pretty tight

and hinata, kageyama, along with tanaka and noya share twin bunk beds in the fourth room

now let’s get into living with this chaotic bunch:

daichi is undoubtedly the head of household. at first he didn’t want to have to manage that on top of everything else but one night he was making a chart for chores (along with small stickers of everyone’s faces) and finally accepted that he was in charge of the house

he’s def the type to manipulate the chore chart just a little bit. if tanaka or noya managed to piss him off, daichi will just slide their face under ‘dish duty’ and they’re none the wiser

at first he feels terrible but then tanaka and noya accidentally break a window and daichi just thinks that maybe authoritarianism isn’t so bad after all

jk guys authoritarianism is bad down with the government

you, on the other hand, know very well what daichi is doing but instead of tattling you just appeal to his good side and before you know it, you haven’t done any chores for an entire year

ASAHI IS THE TYPE OF HOUSEMATE TO BRING YOU UP A PLATE OF SLICED FRUIT WITHOUT EVEN ASKING AHHH

when the clock hits four, its cut fruit time and there are different fruits for every day and asahi just brings up plates of nice cut fruit for everyone

you kind of wonder if asahi ever gets tired of slicing fruit for EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE until you see him split open a pineapple with his bare hands

also he has such a huge closet but if you want a snazzy outfit all you have to do is knock on his shared room and he’ll whip one up for you

okay you guys are probably thinking that sugawara is the mom of the household but unfortunately he is a gemini and therefore even satan fears him

suga’s the one who cooks for everyone but when he’s in the kitchen you had better stay away because he gets intTENSE. he probably uses this big ass knife

potholders? suga doesn’t know her. he uses his bare hands to get trays and stuff out of the oven. just watching him cook stresses you out so nobody watches him cook

but his cuisine is exquisite nobody has complaints

i feel like their room probably has a fuck ton of snacks with asahi’s fruit-cutting, suga’s cooking skills and i bet daichi has a stash of snacks that he keeps from noya and tanaka (it’s under his mattress, that’s why his back hurts)

you, ennoshita, tsukishima, and yamaguchi have by far the cleanest room though (just slightly cleaner than the third-years’ room because they have snack wrappers) and your roommates are all workaholics

your room is pretty much ‘bookshelves and studyblr aesthetic’ except for ennoshita’s CPR doll that stays in a corner of the room looking creepy and out of place but you don’t have a closet to put it in

yamaguchi swears that it’s haunted because it changes positions every time he wakes up in the morning and he keeps trying to convince his roommates about it

little does he know tsukki and ennoshita like to move the CPR doll around to scare him because they’re like that

tbh you are not a fan of the CPR doll either but that doesn’t mean you won’t play with it by dressing it up 

these three are such workaholics that there’s literally only one person asleep there at a time and you like studying there because of the Intense Productive Energy

they even have their own espresso machine and a minifridge full of Red Bull

tsukki is the best at waking you up he’ll literally grip your shoulders and shake you or spray you with water

you can tell he enjoys it and you hate it so much but it does get your papers going

the one thing about this group is that they forget this little thing called ‘self-care’ because they work all the time (well except for yamaguchi who knows how to put on a sheet mask once in a while)

that means you’ll sometimes be knocking on their door with some of asahi’s Sliced Fruit or some instant ramen you whipped up yourself

ennoshita also has a habit of passing out in random places so it takes you and yamaguchi to haul him up to his bed

you also use this opportunity to tuck in his CPR doll next to him in bed because why not?

the chaotic, noisy members of the household are all relegated to one room for the good of the entire house and its downstairs where the walls are thick

these guys are the bunk-bed sharing kind of people but they kind of just switch beds depending on how they feel like it

tanaka: hey dude, is it ok if i top for tonight?

noya: oh yeah sure! no problem!

you: 👁👄👁

suga: they’re talking about bunk beds

hinata and kageyama like to play video games during their breaks but they only have one game and that’s Naruto Shippuden: Ultimate Ninja Storm 3

i have an obsession with naruto don’t @ me

that’s because they bought a playstation on craigslist and it came with one game and that was it

you like to play with them when you’re taking a break and kageyama’s always the one who loses and he gets so frustrated with himself that you let him win at times just so he feels good

hinata always uses hinata when he plays but he’s also the type to elbow kageyama or purposely swerve a hand in your face when he’s playing 

even though sugamama is in charge of the kitchen, noya and hinata do like to experiment with cooking from time to time and if daichi is in a good mood he’ll indulge them

they’ll even rope you in on their shenanigans and pretty soon you’re making a casserole out of pepperoni and cheetos just in time for sugawara to come in and see what happened to his kitchen

it usually ends with all of you guys just ordering pizza and you having to clean the kitchen with noya and hinata

house incident: ennoshita’s CPR doll that ACTUALLY MIGHT be haunted

okay i know that i already wrote about ennoshita’s cpr doll being not haunted and that tsukki and ennoshita just like to mess with it but IMAGINE IT ACTUALLY BEING HAUNTED

it starts out with yamaguchi getting mad at tsukki or ennoshita for putting the cpr doll in his bed while he was asleep and they were both like ‘no seriously we didn’t do it’

and you could vouch for them because you were the last one to fall asleep in your room and the CPR doll was way in ennoshita’s side of the room (yamaguchi believes you cause you’re the only person he trusts in the room)

you and yamaguchi begin to think that something strange is going on and like ‘is it just me or are those dead, plastic eyes somehow following my every move?’

it gets to the point that you have to turn the plastic doll around the face the wall when you’re studying

and then, you begin to notice that the doll is nearer to your bed when you wake up in the morning and again, neither tsukishima nor ennoshita touched it

because of this you now stay over at daichi, asahi, and sugawara’s room because you’re so creeped out by the doll and also because they have snacks

and then an Incident happens wherein noya and tanaka, who are both doing a first-aid class, decide to secretly use the doll while no one is around at home

although noya and tanaka trying to practice cpr by themselves is hilarious

just visualize tanaka trying to administer cpr while dueting ‘staying alive’ with noya

they both take a break and turn away from the doll for one second only to see it standing upright when they turn right back

tanaka: that doll just moved on its own, right?

noya: yeah, pretty much

that’s when you and yamaguchi come home and see the cpr doll with tanaka and noya looking very afraid

you: the doll’s haunted isn’t it?

yamaguchi: I KNEW IT !!

daichi comes home to the four of you trying to dispose of the doll by fitting it into a box and gets mad at everyone because you can’t just do that to ennoshita’s stuff

but then he sees all of you looking clearly in distress and decides to call for a house meeting about ennoshita’s haunted doll

asahi brings sliced fruit

tsukishima and kageyama very firmly talk about how it’s not possible which is weird because it’s something they agree on for once

daichi: well, where did you get this doll, ennoshita? ennoshita: i got it for cheap at an old antique store. the owner was super intent to get rid of it so i bought it

you, tanaka, yamaguchi, and noya: 👁👄👁

daichi: even i don’t believe in ghosts but damn ennoshita what were you thinking?

and then sugawara who has been eerily quiet this entire time brings out a ouija board and goes ‘LET’S EXORCISE THIS BITCH’

a few minutes later you all are set up in the living room with candles, the ouija board, and the cpr doll

tsukishima’s just there to livestream everything (STORYTIME: my dumb housemates think this doll is haunted)

you, sugawara, and hinata are in charge of the seance (hinata ironically drew the shortest straw and was forced to participate)

sugawara: spirit of the cpr doll, what is your name?

the triangle piece on the board starts moving, you are looking at your friends in shock, asahi has fainted. the triangle piece stops at the word ‘yes’

you: oh my god this ghost is an idiot

daichi: all in favor of getting rid of this doll?

everyone except ennoshita raises their hands

sugawara is already on the phone with the current owners of the warren museum

you: why do you have their number memorized?

sugawara: ,,, reasons

the cpr doll is picked up the next day. kageyama pokes at the doll and goes ‘you’re just a doll, cpr doll. you can’t do anything’. asahi feels sorry that it’s gonna be displayed naked in the museum and gives the doll a little fedora hat

also ennoshita is compensated for the doll and now has enough money to buy AN ACTUAL, LEGIT CPR DOLL from AN ACTUAL, LEGIT CPR DOLL FACTORY

you and yamaguchi still hate it

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THE HAIKYUU BOYS BRAIDING YOUR HAIR

A/N: this is me on the bus w/ no data and panicking bc of my bsf so... we write in the notes app🤨

PAIRINGS: kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader, bokuto koutarou x gn!reader, miya atsumu x gn!reader

GENRE: fluffy hcs hehe

WARNINGS: characters have medium-ish to long hair oops and cursing!!

KUROO TETSURO

this mf is good at hair fight me

you’ll be like laying in his lap while helping him revise his chem notes

he gives you the flash cards and asks you to read them out so he can answer the question 🥺

once you finish you slump back on him and he sees just how soft your hair looks... he’s tempted !! and ofc gives in

he starts to just twirl it around his finger for fun and you mention it feels nice so he starts to mess with it more

you’re so soft !! he’s so cute !! soft kuroo and soft y/n = happy everyone

without telling you he starts to braid one side, using only initiative and his big brain to figure out how

you’re like “pls” because his soft hands playing with your hair feels so good omg like a scalp massage.

soon enough he finishes with one side and is genuine babie mode

“look how good it is! should i become a hair stylist?”

does the other side on a live on his private instagram so all of his closest friends can see it and omg

bokuto joins and is SO jealous he’s like... my s/o doesn’t do that with me 🥺😔

but anyway KAHDU everyone sees how cute you two are !! he talks about you so passionately that everyone watching wants him as their boyfriend

and? who can blame them.

in the end you have two perfect french braids on either side of your head and a happy boyfriend

goals

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

okay so this all starts with a very passionate bokuto text

“Y/N I NEED U TO COME OVER RIGHT NOW AND BRING HAIR TIES”

like... more time with your amazing boyfriend and have a fun time? ofc

the moment you arrive at his house he opens to door excitedly and is like !! y/n !! and gives you your kiss on the nose 🥺

but then you see he’s in a slight mood and, of course it’s kuroos fault.

he drags you upstairs and explains how he saw kuroos s/o let him braid their hair on live and he wanted to give it a go

theres no reason not to so... yes ofc he can and hE WASTES NO TIMEEE

this man is speedy and immediately has you in between his legs, your back slumped over slightly so you can go on your phone while he does your hair

has NO clue what he’s going and there’s no videos he watches or even instructions ... he just goes wild

you ask to have a look and he’s like “y-yes..” and you can physically hear the pain in his voice

you turn around and see his eyes all watery and the biggest pout on his lips, he’s so annoyed at himself

“but y/n!! how can i do anything if i can’t even braid your hair! what good even are my hands.. maybe i should quit volleyball before i let down the team:(“

you want to tell him he’s being ridiculous and that he’s so dramatic but you have to say it nicely to put his mind at ease

“bub, don’t worry. i can’t even braid my own hair! you’ll let the team down even worse if you quit, they need there best ace!”

and boom he is cured from emo mode

everyone is also convinced you have superpowers because some how he has completely forgotten about the braids

MIYA ATSUMU

this one was honestly very random and probably the most stupid reason for someone to want to braid your hair

“y/n! let me braid your hair!! i need to prove to suna that i’m good with my hands, he said i wasn’t!”

suna is in the corner with his camera sniggering like a bitch

ANYWAY you say why not because he’s harmless, right? it’s only braiding your hair

your on the floor watching an anime while he is sat on his sofa, googling a tutorial he can copy off

he finds the wiki how page and thinks he only has to copy off what the website says so what can go wrong?

hahah a lot

“y/n make your hair cooperate god damnit!!”

“shut the fuck up it’s not in my control!!”

so much yelling <33

in the end there’s about five knots that you didn’t know about now added into your hair and absolutely no braid :((

he’s so mad at himself omg

like literally if atsumu had an emo mode it would be like that. very miserable

is convinced he’s bad with his hands and doesn’t shut up about it for so long that there are literal tears

“if ya wanna leave me, yer know ya can...”

“‘tsumu what the fuck.”

in the end? you cuddle him and stroke HIS hair because he’s sad that he can’t do his own

in the end he forgets about it though and is just happy you’re there to run your fingers through his hair and tell him how amazing he is

in the end you’re both happy heheh cute