#♡ thea's sanctuary

[koutaroulogy]

𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

↳ 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐕𝐁𝐂 mostly

- since the team basically oozes testosterone, most of them are alphas (some are betas)

- so when kiyoko-san the beautiful omega brought in another omega- a sweet, bubbly one at that, the boys went into frenzy mode.

- when you got used to them, your original bubbly persona mellowed out.

- thankfully you were a no-nonsense person so most of the time you were able to rein in the idiots of the group.

- since they are usually tense during games, your open arms welcomed them to let them scent you.

- out of everyone, hinata and suga would scent you the most.

- asahi and yamaguchi needs to be scented the most.

- the second year simp duo will only be allowed to scent you if it calls for team bonding or scenting before a game (a policy by the third years so it would prevent you from being jumped on).

-you would scent them on your own accord only if they would start being aggressive to any male they might catch leering at you (which is basically every alpha population).

- if karasuno being aggressive on a daily basis was normal, you still haven't seen them whenever an alpha or another team tries to hit on you.

- oh they'll go feral. absolutely feral.

- on your seasonly heat- the betas can only visit you as most of the team are potent alphas and couldn't handle the sweet stench an omega is omitting and vice versa.

- betas can still be affected by the smell but not as much as their scents are weaker compared to alphas- potent ones at that.

- speaking of scents- i am so ready to tell you all about them:

- daichi would smell like axe. ha, sue me. other than that he'll smell musky like leather and sandalwood. perks of being head alpha.

- suga's scent made me think of coffee first- like vanilla latte coffee art in a santa claus mug.

- asahi would smell like something fresh and clean- like morning dew grass or mint toothpaste i guess.

- fuck me over a hill and into a mountain- tsukishima would smell calm, like seasalt or jasmine tea. ugh- fuck strawberry. i can sense it.

- nishinoya would smell like caramel and no- i was totally not thinking about his other counterpart in the BNHA world.

- tanaka... watermelon i think? i think he'd smell summer-ish for some reason.

- yamaguchi would smell like birthday cake. don't ask me why i thought of that first KJSJSJS.

- you think kageyama's gonna smell with just milk? HA. he'd actually smell like milk AND honey.

- hinata would be the only one that i'd say he'd 'smell bright'- like how can i say this? he'd smell like something warm and comforting- like a freshly made duvet over a warm bed, or the sun in the afternoon shade.

- ennoshita's scent would be something calm and mild like green tea

- kiyoko-sama will smell like blue roses. mild scent but beautiful features mmh.

!! BONUS !!

- akaashi's gonna smell beautiful and nostalgic- like old pages in an old book and crisp vanilla stewed and cooled to perfection.

- aran will smell like cool mountain air because i said so.

- osamu's gonna smell like onigiri and hot chocolate. mmm he'll smell yummy.

- first thing when i thought about atsumu was 'peanuts?' and i burst out laughing

- i can see bokuto smelling like cinnamon or nutmeg and cinnamon happens to be my favorite scent because it comforts me.

- kuroo will smell like coconut- please tetscoco /kuroonut more like kuroonutsack- and coffee.

- i've always thought that oikawa would smell romantic- something seductive like citrus mixed with vanilla.

- iwaizumi will smell like nature- the fresh and raw scent of pine trees and cool streams.

- kita will smell like wheat, wildflowers and a dewey day after rain and i tell you- it will smell homey to you.

- there's only one dude who will smell like a candy store and that's tendo. other than candy, it'll be chocolate.

- aone will smell of lavender because he washes his own clothes and he uses lavender detergent for them too- please he is so cute 🥺

turns out the part ii to iwaizumi x reader will take more than a while :,) here's a little something to compensate for it <3

[koutaroulogy]

she . oikawa t.

genre: angst, unrequited love

warnings: tissues needed for a sobfest i guess <3

details: paen <33

note: this isn't my first songfic but it is my first haikyuu entry that i've been bawling my eyes out after i finished proofreading this. good luck, you'll need tissues for this ♡

word count: 400 words or so? not sure tbh

am i allowed, to look at her like that?

Oikawa Tooru was known as the captain of the Seijoh Boys Volleyball Team, best known for his killer serves. The ace setter was also very attractive, with dark brown hair swept outwards and the same coffee colored eyes.

could it be wrong, when she's just so nice to look at

There's always something normal about the way his days go by. Girls come up to flirt with him, and he flirts back. Guys come to congratulate him or give him a half-assed comment about how he gets the trophies and the girls and that it really wasn't fair to hog them all the time.

and she smells like lemongrass and sleep

Life wasn't fair. He's had his fair share of losses and arguments. 

she tastes like apple juice and peach

But life didn't smile down at him at all the moment when he suddenly saw the girl at the library. Her H/C hair framing her face as she sat on the seat by the windows, reading her book.

you would find her in a polaroid picture

By the sight of the sunlight around her figure like a halo, Tooru thought she was an angel.

she means everything to me

He wanted to talk to her, tell her she looked so pretty. Say a pickup line or two, or consider on asking her out on a date.

i'd never tell

no, i'd never say a word

But for some reason, Tooru hid behind the bookshelf and continued to watch her read. He looked at her lips which were mouthing a certain word or smiled when she laughed softly at a particular scene.

and oh it aches

but it feels oddly good to hurt

His stalkerish behavior was interrupted by Iwaizumi clamping a hand on his shoulder.

"What are you looking at, Trashka-hmmph!"

"Be quiet Iwa-chan!" He hissed, not wanting the girl to know of their presence. Tooru pointed at the girl who was still immersed in her story to notice anything.

and she smells like lemongrass and sleep

"You know her?"

she tastes like apple juice and peach

"Hm.. Her? She's L/N Y/N from my class. She's quiet. What's she to you?"

you would find her in a polaroid picture

Immediately, Tooru opened his mouth to say something, but nothing would come out.

His description of her wasn't enough.

She's the kind of girl you'd see in a vintage album, smiling so softly and so serenely that you'd think she was captured by a camera unknowingly. She's the kind of girl who you would've loved to talk to on lonely nights at three in the morning. She's the kind of girl who's words you'd want to hear from, her voice as refreshing as lemonade on a hot, scorching summer day.

She was ethereal.

An enigma.

She was....

and she means everything to me

"She. She's a she..."

Hajime gave him an incredulous look.

"Idiot. Seriously Trashykawa? Just go talk to her or something!"

"Not yet. I'm waiting for the right time Iwa-kun."

How long would the right time come?

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Ten years later, Tooru was still alone.

How long would the right time come?

Should it have been ten years before? Or the moment he saw her by the windows?

When they won a match and she came to see the game, did he ask her? No.

When it was prom day, did he ask her? No.

When they meet in in a college party, did he ask her? No.

And everytime they met, he convinced himself that it wasn't the right time yet.

But if they did meet on accident, or met on conversation, he didn't think she'd care to think about his volleyball career or his dashing looks or his personality.

People would always feel something for him if they meet. Girls would flock to him in adoration, while boys huddled in groups to envy him as he passed by.

and i'll be okay admiring from afar

But even if he were to shout her name in the middle of a crowd or a lonely place, she'll simply smile and walk away.

She feels nothing, because she looks on ahead.

She feels nothing, because she's got someone else already.

Yet to him it always comes to meeting the right person at the wrong time.

But he had always hoped that she'd open her eyes and see him as the only one in the room.

cause even when she's next to me we could not be more far apart

And he concludes his deduces.

and she smells like birthday cake and storytime and fall 

Despite Tooru's status and personality, she never did judge him like other people would.

but to her, i'd taste like nothing at all

In fact, she never noticed him at all.

And as he sits on the kitchen island, thinking about the girl with dimples on her cheeks and rarely-there smiles, he'd come to the realization that he had fallen so deeply in love with her that he might never ever get back to the surface and end up drowning in his love for her.

He felt it through the short summer days and the long winter nights. He felt it through the gentle sunbeams that pierced through the library windows. He felt it through the warm touch that lingered that one time she dropped her book and he picking it up for her. He felt the honest love. The harsh longing.

He felt everything.

Tooru's hazel eyes widened at this revelation. The tears came, seeping through his eyes and dripping down his cheeks as he comes undone.

He weeps for her, but who is weeping for him?

"My heart hurts so much that I don't think I can breathe anymore."

"Who will love me when I'll be busy loving you?"

And he secretly watches from the outsider's point of view- her twirling in her wedding dress, having kids with the man of her dreams, and growing old together, he confirms his true feelings, altogether saying,

"You'll forever be my 'she', even if I wasn't your 'he' all the same."

and she smells like lemongrass and sleep

she tastes like apple juice and peach

you would find her in a polaroid picture

she means everything to me

[koutaroulogy]

↳ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘Ū! 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

↳ OIKAWA TOORU: spacecore

"stargazer lillies, walks at the beach at two in the morning, promise rings, wishes under a falling star, vanilla chapstick, citrus-scented denim jackets, the milky way, starstruck eyes, looking for alien spaceships through bronze-rimmed telescopes, tender kisses, talking to the moon about you."

↳ SUGAWARA KOUSHI: light academia

"waking up to a lover's embrace, rose scented sheets, blueberry jam, sleepy kisses, vanilla latte art, matching acorn-patterned pajamas, worn out pair of vans, a dusty globe, the statue of venus, cupid, fluttering eyelashes, the thought of living like this for a long time."

↳ AKAASHI KEIJI and SHIRABU KENJIRO: dark academia

"museum visits, intertwining butter fingers and calloused hands together, singing in an abandoned cathedral, brown berets, initials plus initials carved into stone, russet colored carpets, the tale of orpheus and eurydice, vinyl records, edgar allan poe, hogwarts, loving someone so passionately that no words can describe how deeply you've fallen."

↳ KUROO TETSURO, TANAKA RYUŪNOSUKE, SUNA RINTARO, BOKUTO KOTARO and MIYA ATSUMU: grunge

yes, that's a lot because i can really see them in this aesthetic

"rough loving, tender care, kuromi, walking on the sidewalk hand in hand, chinese street fashion, starbucks, hot topic, ghost trend, tiktok dancing, lana del ray, matching beanies, neon signs, kissing in an empty tennis court, empty pizza boxes, having fun and living in the moment with that special someone."

↳ TENDO SATORI, MIYA OSAMU and TSUKISHIMA KEI: indiecore

"fried chicken, cherry blossom perfume, strawberry shortcake, dinosaur documentaries, pooh bear plush, lilac cardigans, chocolate popsicles, spotify playlist playing on random, onigiri and kimbap, seven-eleven runs at two in the morning, suncatchers glinting from the porch ceiling, listening to music, watching every moment in time pass with you."

↳ USHIJIMA, WAKATOSHI: bohemian/minimalist

"various plants and succulents, the tale of persephone, straddling legs, denim overalls, cowprints, dancing to jailhouse rock, green and earth colors, silly stickers stuck to the walls, volleyball reruns, meditating, early morning jogs, a german shepherd, quiet mornings, peaceful domestic living."

↳ SAWAMURA, DAICHI: vintage

"roman holiday, bucket hats, hawaiian button ups, peace signs, polaroid pictures hanging on fairylights, hands intertwined together, hipster vans, slow dancing in the dark, the naked gun movie marathons, hiking and being one with nature, cuddles in a laxy afternoon nap, being hopelessly devoted to you."

↳ KITA SHINSUKE: cottagecore:

"a picnic basket, anne of the green gables, audrey hepburn, fairy circles, a red-checkered blanket, meadow, clair de lune, ethereal, going up to the roof to watch the sun rise, making love on soft white sheets, phonograph playing nat king cole and elvis presley, forever stuck in this blissful reality with the one you love."

thank you so much for the 100 notes on the omega manager headcannons 🥺 this is for you <3

[koutaroulogy]

the somnial effect . iwaizumi h.

genre: a mix of angst and fluff

warnings: paen <3 even more paen <3

details: post timeskip! a hint of mutual pining

note: part two coming soon ♡

word count: 400+ -i never keep track of my word count

(listen to ben&ben's 'lifetime' for better experience)

Iwaizumi Hajime had volleyball-player kind of hands- rugged, calloused from all the spiking he had to do as the ace of the team.

No one could imagine that the athletic trainer was actually a lucid dreamer immersed in paintings and museums, not even his annoyingly-loud best friend who was on the other side of the world.

He'd rather let it stay that way.

The brunette stared complacidly at the half-finished painting on the once pristine canvas.

It was a good dream, he pursed his lips, trying to imagine cupid-bow kissers on top of painted skin. Gripping the brush he had dipped into the porcelain cup of water, Hajime dabbed it onto the smooth canvas with bronze and peach colors for skin shading and pink blossoms resembling lips.

A lone paper plane watched him from its place on the balcony table- wondering what he could've been making that made his eyes flutter and his lips curl upwards.

When he was finished, Iwaizumi held the easel- with canvas and all- up to a blank space by an unoccupied wall.

Disregarding the mess of papers, tissues and scattered dietary plans, he sat on the floor despite the mess and looked straight at the picture he had painted.

The portrait stared back at him with spangled stars in her eyes, the shine in her hair and lips beckoning to him teasingly to come hither.

The expression on the woman however, was full of love- mirroring the expression of the artist who could only gaze.

Hajime smiled- masterpieces mean nothing without its meaning.

Droplets of rain tapped lightly against the window pane as Iwaizumi closed his eyes in an effort to remember- no, he couldn't remember a time when they- never mind.

Suddenly, he went back to the place where he met her.

Afternoon sunlight filtering through ivy and lush greens plastered to the walls like a gentle arm around a lover's shoulder. Canary yellow chairs in the abstract background. Wind blowing through in a sweetheart's whisper. Worn-out desks that have been used through the years and the blackboard saying and showing nothing but surfaces contaning knowledge they probably wouldn't need in the distant future.

It was a beautiful dreamscape, and despite his sentence sounding utterly shitty and sappy- he thought her prescence made it all the more beautiful.

S/C colored-palms reached out to him and he held on- wholely immersing in her features and imperfectly perfect smile.

Butter fingers, he realized as he held her hand.

Their hands were in contrast with each other; his rugged, calloused palms and her butter soft fingers.

She never spoke; merely smiled as the both of them slow-danced to a tune only they could hear, seemingly accompanied by the beating of the heart.

In that moment, Iwaizumi realized that he was overly and irrevocably screwed over. He had fallen in love with the girl of his dreams, literally.

Whatever, he internally shrugs, I can still come back. And she'll be here waiting.

He heard her laugh into the crane of his neck and he grinned, showcasing the canines of his teeth.

"What're you laughing about Y/N?"

She looks up in confusion- and this time he repeats his words slowly in English.

The H/Cette reciprocated his grin and replied with a drawl in her voice, an Italian accent prominent in her words.

"You just... daverro muscoloso," She points at his biceps. Hajime gave a baritone chuckle.

"I'm an athletic trainer, but I paint too."

She stares at him in surprise, "The trainer I expected, but the painting was not."

"Then what do you do Y/N?" He nitpicked, emphasizing the 'you'.

"I paint too. I paint and give them to museums or events who will sell them," the both of them went quiet for a moment before she spoke again,

"What is it like in Japan?"

Hajime loved this. This endless conversation. Warm hands. Moving feet. He loved holding her by the waist. He loved her slow-dancing. He loved her honest self. The shine in her eyes. The warmth of her smile. The accent that seemed to resound through his ears and into the arterial walls of his heart. He loved. He loved. He loved.

His love was infinite. He was irrevocably in love and plummeted into it at 316 miles per hour. And this feeling was true. So, so true.

They ended their talking and sat on the yellow chairs by the ivy that almost covered the sunset view from the windows. He told her she was pretty- and with an honest tone she denied it. Iwaizumi thought otherwise.

The spiky-haired brunette closed his eyes as he relished in her breaths and soft whispers so much until he opened his eyelids and saw nothing but blank walls, scattered papers and portrait still staring at him with that come-hither smile.

That was a good dream, Hajime thought. He stood up and his back gave a satisfying crack.

Walking towards the painting with brisque steps, he pressed his forehead lightly to the painted woman's own head and imagined as if she was pressing hers to his too.

He can almost hear her heartbeat.

'You were a good dream.'

Iwaizumi Hajime had volleyball-player kind of hands- rugged, calloused from all the spiking he had to do as the ace of the team.

No one could imagine he'd hold quite the unrequited love for a girl with butter fingers- yet existed in a whole other world than him.

And despite wishing they would happen, he'd rather let it stay that way.

But he wondered,

'Would he have a lifetime in a world where you were his and he was yours?'

Nevermind. You were never his if you weren't this real.

For now you were in his dreams, at least.

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A lucid dream is a type of dream where the dreamer becomes aware that they are dreaming. During a lucid dream, the dreamer may gain some amount of control over the dream characters, narrative, and environment. Lucid dreamers can rarely travel between dreams as most are stuck in their own dreamscape, but in the rare case of lucid dreamer Y/N L/N, it is quite uncertain if she was travelling between dreams or creating a dreamscape where she could travel between dreams. In the latest report, she says she's been a little late in waking up- as she said she had been meeting up with a lovely painter. Who knows- it just might be another dream character of hers.

[koutaroulogy]

plzzz write anything sugawara related i love that man more than life

thoughts about winter . sugawara k.

genre: fluff, domestic

warnings: none- just tooth rotting fluff

details: you have children with this one ; domestic suga brainrot go brrt <3

note: though we are in summer season, we still miss winter days. ilysm bby, you're my very first anon 🥺

word count: 150 or so- just a short drabble

winter wasn't koushi's favorite season.

his brows furrowed, silver curls bobbing up and down with the bumps he encountered on the road.

the streets were void with people, presumably residing in their homes from the bitter cold. he could understand that perfectly. spring was better, cheerier; cherry blossom petals and warm breezes that reminded sugawara of new begginings and sweet love.

parking the car into the driveway, he frowned- clicking his tongue at the amount of snow his wheels had dragged back with him. deciding to just sweep it back out with a measly excuse of a shovel- koushi just ought to buy a new one- he was overcome by a conversation you and he had before.

'the piles of snow in the backyard are nothing but trouble,' he'd complained to you once while he surveyed the backyard through his study window.

'well,' you smiled as if you had the final say, 'it is a lot of fun for our baby',

the ring of car keys jingled around his fingers noisily, like silver bells you'd hear during fun times and sleigh rides in the snow.

though he had a penchant for inciting chaos and living in the moment alongside it, right now- koushi just wanted to flop down on your bed and stay conked out until he has to go out and work again.

a small squeal sounded from behind the door and the grandfather-haired man have never felt so grateful when he met a doe-eyed smile and hair color just similar to his own.

"daddy's home!" his little baby cheered and he greeted them with the same eyes that spoke of love even though they drooped with fatigue. said irises that mirrored his stared back.

brown, sugawara realised, not toffee brown or hazelnut brown- but rich, brown irises- the color of the earth that glinted with hints of gold and jewels.

"yeah," he drawled through his teeth, and you met his eyes as you stood at the doorway, belly round and another star resting itself as you were due for another week or so. you repeated the phrase as he did at the same time, carresses and touches full of affection as if they weren't feeling tired just a moment ago.

"daddy's home," sugawara grins and he looks at his missus who stares at him with equal joy. he leans over, and presses a feathery kiss unto your tummy.

"my baby," he cooes and as if on cue, the baby kicks. you both laugh at the immediate response.

"daddy- let's go eat now! mama made pie for dessert!" their toddler pulled him towards the dining room after he puts his shoes by the genkan. he shows them a tired smile, picks them up and walked forward, basking in the warmth.

winter wasn't koushi's favorite season.

but if winter meant going back to this warm house, loving smiles, tender kisses and a small hand resting itself on his beating heart, then he might just learn to love it with you and him.

in this cold weather, his winter babies still felt as warm as ever.

... i know i did not just attack suga's hair like that-