#raps talks haikyuu

[srapsodia]

the thing of visualizing a fictional character to inspire you is really fun like i love the naruto telling you you did a good job for brushing your teeth post, or all the ones of senshi telling you to eat a good meal and all that

but i never really expected that the thing that'd do it for me would be the fucking apparition of coach keishin ukai yelling "GO MAKE A PROPER MEAL, YOU'LL NEVER GET ANY MUSCLES THIS WAY!!" at me whenever im considering just eating some instant ramen jfjdjf

[bloopy-writes]

More Haikyuu headcanons

Bokuto and Tsukishima actually text each other quite often because it turns out they both like dinosaurs and other nature documentaries so they recommend stuff to each other and comment on what they liked

Oikawa and iwaizumi don’t have a secret handshake but they’ve convinced everyone they do and enjoy watching the rest of the team go crazy trying to figure out what it is

Daichi thought that he’d be getting the most trouble from Tanaka or noya when he became a cop but actually the biggest troublemaker was suga

Hinata can rap really good and kageyama can beatbox

Atsumu and osamu text each other every day even if they know they’re gonna see each other soon because they can’t imagine not immediately sharing news with their twin

Sakusas favorite teammate is bokuto

Akaashi and Kenma have a code word for “my captain is about to do something stupid and will drag your captain into it so brace yourself”

The fukurodani third years have actually gotten into fights with other schools if they hear them trash talking their captain cuz bokuto may be a handful but he is their handful

[aviiarie]

“𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑.” — feat. oikawa tooru.

synopsis. the night before he leaves for argentina, tooru visits you one last time.

✦ contents. title is from 'you're gonna go far' by noah kahan. platonic. reader + oikawa are best friends. gn!reader. angst, but with a hopeful ending. 1.8k words.

✦ notes. making my haikyuu debut with angst <3 this one is kinda bittersweet ngl, i made myself sad writing it.

You don’t need to open the door to know whose hand is knocking. 

Two quick raps, a half-second pause, and one more for good measure. He has knocked on your door the exact same way, ever since you were in elementary school and he was begging you to come play volleyball. Over the years, that even rhythm would sound every single morning, right before you rushed out of the house to walk together to class.

He’s no stranger to your home. If he wanted, he could fish out the spare key under the doormat and enter as he pleased, without so much as a second glance from your parents. With the amount of time he spent with you growing up, it was as if he was another member of the family; just a typical annoying brother, who happened to live a few houses down.

But it had been a whole two weeks since you’d seen, or even spoke to him. His presence was that of a stranger, an unfamiliar guest, a distant relative. He could only knock, and hope you weren’t still upset enough to ignore him completely.

The traces of anger still linger in your chest, but you turn the handle anyway to find him shivering on your porch, clothes soaked from the rain.

He’s grown a lot from that snot-nosed child who showed up at your door every second weekend. He is taller, for starters, and his body has filled out with muscle. The baby fat in his cheeks was chipped away, leaving him with that perfectly sculpted face that had his classmates fawning over him. A charming smile and a wink from his soft, sparkling eyes would have anyone going mad.

Yet those eyes, the ones that would melt the heart of his fangirls, were nowhere to be seen. Instead, they looked red and puffy, like he’d been crying before he arrived.

He never cried, not unless it was something serious.

“Can we talk?” Tooru asks, his voice oddly quiet. Maybe it’s the rare vulnerability in his eyes, or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve never really been able to refuse him, but you step aside to let him in without a second thought.

Wordlessly, he takes his place on your couch, as you fetch him a towel to dry his clothes, and poured two glasses of water. Each action is taken in complete silence, other than the opening and closing of cupboards and clinking of glass. Tooru watches you as you move from room to room, sitting with his back straight and hands folded neatly over his lap. By the time you join him, placing a glass in front of him and keeping the other in your hands, his hands are curled into fists, and his shoulders are almost imperceptibly shaking.

It’s awkward, it’s stifling, and it’s utterly miserable. You’re unused to his presence being something that incites such discomfort, when he was your shoulder to cry and ear to listen to all of your problems throughout your teen years.

One argument. That was all it took, for your comfortable silences and soothing familiarities to be ripped away.

“I’ve packed up my house.” Tooru says, breaking the silence. “Everything I own–everything that’s important, that is. I’ve been putting it off, but I’m leaving tomorrow, so... I had to get it done.”

“Oh yeah?” You mutter. “I’m sure that was hard, picking which trophies you wanna take with you.”

He laughs, a weak sound. “The important stuff, I said.”

“Didn’t you also say that winning was the most important part of life?”

“Hey, don’t use my middle school self’s words against me, you’re better than that, [Name]!” Tooru whines. And for a moment, it’s easy to forget why you were upset in the first place, and slip back into that back-and-forth teasing that you were so used to. But it only takes one look into his bloodshot eyes to remember, and the laughter dies in your throat.

You turn your attention to your water, ignoring the way he stiffens. “Yeah, well you’re good at suddenly changing your mind, aren’t you?”

There it was. That awkward silence.

Tooru was at a loss for words, alternating between staring at you with his lips pursed, ready to say something, before changing his mind and looking down at his feet. You sit at his side, idly taking sips from your drink and ignoring the simmering tension. It’s unbearable, the feeling of conflict between you. Unbearable, and unfamiliar.

“I know you’re angry at me.” He blurts out suddenly.

Your hands freeze, right before the glass reaches your lips. “I’m not angry at you.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not angry at you.” You repeat, placing the glass down with a little more force than is necessary. “You’re chasing your dreams. I’d be a pretty lousy friend if I was angry about that.”

“But you are angry,” Tooru prompts, leaning forward.

“I… Yes, I am angry.” You admit. “I’m angry that I found out about this two weeks before you planned to uproot your entire life and move to the other side of the world. I’m angry that even though you’ve been thinking about this for so long, you haven’t told me anything. I’m angry that I’m apparently the last person you’ve told–”

You cut yourself off, and take a deep breath to steel the stirring emotions turning in your stomach. “I’m not angry at you, I’m just angry at the way you handled this. That’s all.”

Looking at him in the eye is too difficult, so you look at your hands instead, clenching them into fists in your lap.

“I just don’t–I don’t understand why. Why didn’t you want me to know?” Your words wavered, thick with emotion. “Did you want to leave me behind that bad?”

“No!” Tooru cries. “You’re my friend, of course I didn’t want to leave you!”

“Then explain it to me! Explain why, when you were researching Argentinian volleyball teams six months ago, you never thought to tell me you were thinking about leaving Japan?”

You're both yelling now, but you can't bring yourself to care about waking up the rest of your house. You only care about him, and the tattered state of your friendship.

“You wanna know the real answer? I was scared.” Tooru chuckles bitterly, raking his fingers through his air.. “I was terrified, because you’re one of my best friends and I didn’t know how you would react. Telling Iwa-chan was easy, a walk in the park compared to telling you. At least I knew he would never try to stop me, but if you…”

There is a pause, and a beat of silence before he continues. “If you asked me–truly, truly asked me to stay, then I don’t think I would say no. No matter how suffocating it is here, I would deal with it if you needed me. And I guess, part of me was scared you would, and I didn’t know what I would do if I forced myself to give up like that.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed. What could you say to that, the admission that he would forfeit his chance to pursue his goals, if you tried hard enough? There was a stir in your chest, a sickly, selfish thought worming into your mind:

What if you did?

The idea is followed almost immediately with a wash of guilt, bile rising in the back of your throat. You hate yourself for even considering the idea, but you can’t deny how badly you want him to stay. Part of you yearns for your high school days to stretch on a little longer, if only for a few more months of cheering on Aoba Johsai during their volleyball matches and celebrating with Tooru and Iwaizumi afterwards.

At some point, you had gotten ramen together for the last time, without even realizing it. You should have savoured the moment; captured the memory in your mind and kept it like a polaroid in the back of your head.

“I want to stay with you, I really do.” Tooru says quietly, not meeting your eye. “But I want this even more. We’re not kids anymore; I need to move on.”

You inhale sharply.

He was right. You weren’t kids. You couldn’t keep trailing behind him, always at his heels or by his side. As much as you loved having him close to you, you loved the idea of him thriving even more. In the end, that is all that matters.

“I know,” Your eyes are fully glossed over with tears, but you steel yourself enough to meet his gaze. “And I would never want to hold you back. Your happiness means more to me than anything else, so if this… if this is going to make you happy, then you have all my support.”

“Do… you mean that?” He asks, searching your expression for any sign of doubt.

You punch him in the shoulder lightly. “You’ll always have my support, dumbass.” 

The jab doesn't faze him at all; if anything, he looks overjoyed.

“Thank you,” Tooru’s words are choked up, but there’s a clear weight that’s been lifted off his shoulders. “Thank you, I couldn’t leave without hearing that.”

Of course he couldn’t.

No wonder he looked a mess when he arrived. You were willing to bet the guilt of an unresolved argument between the two of you was eating him alive. It wasn’t like it was any easier for you; your own guilt began to stir at the thought of him tossing and turning, unable to get the idea of your disapproval out of his head. 

“You’re gonna go far, okay? The world's gonna know the name Oikawa Tooru, starting setter. And when you’re up there, on Argentina’s best volleyball team, winning game after game–” You flashed him a smile. “Make sure to remember your best friend, okay?”

“Yeah,” He grins. “I’ll thank Iwa-chan for the support–”

“Excuse me–”

“And you, of course.” Tooru’s smile widens, and he reaches out to pull you into a side hug. 

“Yeah, yeah.” You grumble, but you’re not able to hold back a small smile of your own. “Make sure to win lots of games while you’re over there, okay?”

Tooru scoffs, the same indignant noise he’s made ever since middle school, when you told him he better win his games or else. It was always an ‘or else’; ‘or else’ he would have to buy snacks on the way home, ‘or else’ you would tell his little fangirls that he tripped and fell into a pole that morning, ‘or else’ you wouldn’t go with him to that amusement park you’ve both been eyeing.

Whether the silly threats made any difference on his performance, you’ll never know. All you know is this time, next time, and every time after that, there’s nothing holding him back from giving every game his all.

“It’s a deal.”

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai

[hey-pax]

About me✨️

My Name: Pax! (Or Namie) <|> Gender Fluid (Born female) <|> Sexuality: Cupio-Aroace <|> Pronouns: They/Them <|> My Age: 17 <|> Personality: ISFP <|> ADHD✌️

I'm that no-filter idiotic friend that you don't know if it's a complete idiot or a complete idiot-

I don't make any fanfics (yet-), but I will post my horrible drawings and make random comments that no one wants no know nor care about! 😀

Soo... here's some non important information!!

Fandoms I'm in: Marvel (MCU), One Piece, Jjk, Hazbin, Helluva, Harry Potter, Gravity Falls, Fnaf, Undertale and Deltarune, Bad Parenting, Eddsworld, Sonic, Pokemón, Haikyuu!, Welcome Home, Sherlock holmes, TADC, ATLA, HTTYD (I'm prolly gonna add more to this list later-)

My favourite artists: Eminem, 50 Cent, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Eazy-E, 2Pac 🤌

My favourite song of all songs: Berzerk - Eminem 🔥

My hobbies: Listening music, writing random quotes and poems/raps, making fanfics/povs on my head while I gaze out, drawing (I prefer tradicional cuz my digital art is shit), gaming, eating, sleeping and creating fake scenerios on my mind

What is this blog's purpose?: Showing y'all my thoughts and opinions that no one cares neither wants to know 🙂👍. I use this mostly to read other people's opinions, quotes and fanfics... and sometimes post my opinions ofc. :D (And maybe I'll write fanfics in the future-)

- I'm all open to conversation! But no arguments, please. We all have different opinions! Maybe I like something you dislike or vice-versa, but I respect your opinion and I would like if you respected mine too, ok

-Please don't steal my art 🥺

- My blog is a inclusive and safe place. DNI if you’re a Ableist, Homophobic, Transphobic, Racist… you know all I'm talking about. You're welcome, just don't manifastate your ideas.

Additional info! ✨️

I am Brazilian, my first language is Portuguese, so... sorry for any english mistakes in anything! Also, I'm open if anyone wants to ask questions (Even tho' I'm not that famous or important here in Tumblr-) aaand... My blog is a total mess :D

Oh! And here's my complete profile pic:

First: Yes, it's me Second: Yes, I drew that Third: I know. my drawings are shit. It looks like a child drew it- Fourth: I tried my best to make it look like me irl, but with clothes I would like to wear, since... well, I don't have them. Fifth: Yes, the colors of the clothes and the colors of the back are the Genderfluid and Aroace flags (It's Aroace since Cupio-Aroace still doesn't have a flag I think-) Sixth: I dunno how to draw hands- 😭

[ultrawalflower1212]

Haikyuu music headcanons pt 1

Asahi:listens to those lofi playlists that help with anxiety

Tanaka and noya:have a soundcloud

Yamaguchi:listens to Conan gray and peach pit Kai dreams

Yachi:girl in red beach bunny clairo king princess sir chloe hailey kiyoko

Daichi:anything on the radio

Suga:stoner music I’m talking Tyler the creator salvia plaith front bottoms

Tsukki:everything but I feel like he hasn’t gotten over his emo phase he has playlist for every emotion

Hinata:pump up music like early 2000’s party music black eyed peas lmfao anything you can jump around to

Kageyama: heavy metal or affirmation tapes no in between it’s either “I push my fingers into my eyes “ or “you are enough “ no in between

Ukai:classic rock and grunge Rolling Stones led zeppelin guns and roses AC/DC pink floyd nirvana

Takeada:classical and bubblegum pop it’s Beethoven or carley Rae jepson

Enoshita kinoshita and narita:chill indie cuco post malone cage the Elephant Rex Orange County mom jeans

Tanaka and noya: chaotic rap like rap in general but specifically chaotic Freddie dredd BOOGIE by brockhampton Tokyo’s revenge Tik Tokers start a riot by Duckwrth bonfire by childish gambino also a lot of female rappers cardi b Rico nasty Doja cat megan the stallion city girls

Kiyoko: you know the violin song from portrait of a lady on fire that idk like incredibly chill or straight up opera and classical

Saeko: riot grrrl and paramour queercore

Terushima: is in a band plays guitar listens to the neighbourhood arctic monkeys cigarettes after sex.

Bokuto: think Hinata but more memey weird al

Careless whisper by WHAM! Definitely rick tolls people has a Spotify playlist for Akaashi they definitely do that thing it’s like shared listening where you and a friend can choose the songs you both listen to they also have multiple collaborative playlists together

Oikawa: three moods bad bitch Kpop or depresive very much Beyoncé ,fergie Rihanna ,meg the stallion ,Ariana grande ,blackpink ,BTS , TWICE,EXO,ITZY,NCT, mamamoo,got7,hyuna,taemin miss A and sunmi or billie elish and as the world caves in

[ribbonlocket]

making an intro post as an excuse to make something aesthetic <3

mya !

(pronounced like me-ah..)

4teen ⋆ vietnamese ⋆ she!her

i like soccer and support manchester united, movies (check out my letterboxd!), music, vintage stuff, historical fashion (esp regency era, 60s and 90s), interior & architecture design, and editing!!

dni racist, homophobic, zionist, rude & judgemental

current fixations nct 🫶 , haikyuu , dead poets society (i’m a fanon knox lover + cameron apologist 😔)

music i listen to so many genres like rock, pop, kpop, indie, bedroom pop, rap, rnb anddd my top artists have to be beabadoobee, clairo, lana del rey, taylor swift (guilty pleasure..), and soooo many more. here’s my spotify!

i’m new to tumblr (joined may 2024) and my blog is very messy as all i do is shitpost and reblog abt my fixations and life lol. i do have a few fanfics written but too scared to post them,,

i love making new friends but bare with me bc i’m a shy person so please talk to me first!!

[bigpploser]

introduction!

hello! my name is magnus and this is my first ever tumblr account. i like to write, which is mostly what this account will be for! i also have an ao3 that i have published on once (i start projects and never finish them) and a sadly no longer quotev, but i was user .muqings or .khantrast. i am a minor (17) so don't be weird thanks! i am a system (unknown type, traumagenic origin) and my headmates might post on here sometimes if they have something they want to say.

dni: endos 👎👎 proshippers 👎👎 idiots

interests: animanga/tv shows (bsd, soul eater, haikyuu, rick and morty, solar opposites, ninjago, tgcf, seraph of the end, more) video games (tf2, fortnite, genshin, undertale, stardew valley, wuthering waves) writing, music (rap + indie) and theres probably more my brain is just blank. smooth, even.

other socials!

tiktok ( bigpploser )

discord ( ask for it! )

snapchat ( ask for it! )

rick sanchez rp blog ( @ricklactica )

autism posting blog ( @bokipop )

disclaimers!

i smoke weed and talk/write about it. i have autism and suspecting borderline so this will affect how i interact with people. i DO NOT like tonetags used on me, if i need clarification on your tone i will ask for it! i don't use tonetags regularly but i will also clarify if you ask for it.

[cottontailfariez]

Hello my little fuzzy fairies! Welcome to The Dark Mystical Fairy Garden! ^__^ I am Void, but I'll allow you to call me Mother Voice. My other names are Dixie, ViVi, Kit, Vi, Vix, and Vivo! My preferred pronouns are he/they/it! I like someone but they're very clueless about it even though it's obvious to everyone, but I'm gonna stay delulu for now. >W<

Luvs/<3: Melanie Martinez, Ariana Grande, My Little Pony, Class Of 09, Death Note, Haikyuu, Blue Lock, writing, reading, collecting books, poetry, history, birthdays, RnB, Heavy Metal, Dark Pop, Rap, foods, my heritage/nationality, art, choir/singing, mystical creatures, talking/yapping, MSI, MCR, and more! :33

diagnosed adhd, autism, and bulimia !!!

I mostly post about my day, cottage aesthetic, diary entries, facts about geek gods, quotes, facts on nature, and more. I will be active most of the time unless I don't have my device for time being. If you have any questions or concerns, don't be shy and ask away, I don't bite, my little fuzzy <3

[gumiluver]

🖤ABOUT ME 🖤

hey luv’s, thanks for stopping by! heard you wanted to learn more about me, so I thought I’d share some facts :)

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DEMOGRAPHICS

I’m Rosie! I’m 22 y/o. My ethnicity is Filipino-Caucasian, but my culture primarily consists of Filipino-Hawaiian traditions and lifestyle. I was born in socal, and currently reside in oc! I will be starting my masters program in the fall of 2024, so wish me luck! <3

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CURRENTLY CRUSHIN’ ON…

luver boys <3: fushiguro megumi <3, nanami kento, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuta, hayakawa aki, kishibe, eren jeager, levi ackerman, reiner braun, erwin smith, tomioka giyuu, rengoku kyojuro, kamado tanjiro, hatake kakashi, uchiha itachi, uchiha sasuke, nara shikamaru, uzumaki naruto, yamada asaemon shion, chobo aza, lucifer, mammon, beel, solomon, loid forger, kurusu kazuki, suwa rei, zuko

luver girls <3: mei mei, zen’in maki, mikasa ackerman, kocho shinobu, kanroji mitsuri, hinatsuru | makio | suma, yuhi kurenai, senju tsunade, haruno sakura, yamanaka ino, yamada asaemon sagiri, yuzuriha, yor forger, azula

luvers <3: yelena, hange zoe, uraume

this list may change as time goes on! <3

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CURRENT HOBBIES

cuddling with my bf & cats, reading, writing, playing games (on mobile & switch!), makeup, baking, gardening, video essays, scrapbooking

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LIKES

series: bobs burgers, haunting of hills house, black mirror, big mouth, the office, new girl, brooklyn 99, law & order: svu, rick & morty, hannibal, better call saul, breaking bad, game of thrones, house of dragons, vikings, vikings: valhalla

movies: parasite, uncut gems, mother!, talk to me, get out, us, nope, annihilation, hereditary, midsommar, mama, requiem for a dream,

games: obey me! shall we date?, red dead redemption II, cyberpunk, god of war, doom eternal, elden ring, legend of zelda: botw & totk, sekiro, animal crossing: new horizons

anime: jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, attack on titan, demon slayer, hells paradise, naruto, haikyuu, spy x family, buddy daddies, fire force, soul eater, record of ragnarok

novels: blood meridian, flowers for algernon, the metamorphosis, johnny got his gun, ‘till we have faces, one flew over the cuckoos nest, sybil

authors: Cormac McCarthy, C. S. Lewis, Ellen Hopkins, Franz Kafka, Mary Shelley, Stephen King

genres: existentialism, cosmic horror, psychological, psychological horror, slice of life, dark humor, dry humor

artists: khantrast, suicideboys, flatbush zombies, ramirez, denzel curry, JID, brockhampton, polyphia, her, summer walker, doja cat, sza, billie eilish, ari lennox

music genres: underground rap, dark trap, r & b, metal

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DISLIKES

homophobia, transphobia, bigotry, anti-feminism, anti-abortion, racism & anything else of a similar nature! if you engage in any of this behavior, please do not interact with me or my content!

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Feel free to drop an ask or leave me a message! I’d love to get to know each and every one you you luv’s <3

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[srapsodia]

tiny hoshiumis you're everything to me

[justanormalsim]

"Ahem... ATTENTION!!"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ WASSUP!! My names Willow. MINOR and ( she/her ) !Romance enthusiast and host club manager (real) Im an ambivert and honestly more on the shy side 😔 But I 100%% LOVEE making friends and talking to ppl on here !! so please moot up bbg ( IM BEGGING) Im a weirdo your a weirdo we should be friends 🙈 !!Writing side blog!!

Animes: Jjk, Naruto (MY FAVV), Haikyuu, Kaiju n8, ohsch, monthly girls Nozaki-kun, Fairy tail, Clannad, K-on!, Bhna, Bllk. SO MANY MOREE #cringeisfreedom

╰-➤ Current obsession: Kaiju n.8

Shows: Wifty, Avatar ( THE BALD KID ONE), Spiderman, Arcane, Miss night and day

╰-➤I need more recs for shows 😼

Music: Aespa, Red velvet, Nmixx, New jeans, Enhypen. Laufey and Wave to earth's and Lamp’s biggest fan . Arctic Monkeys. Lee hi .can you tell I dont fw rap. ANYWAYS.

╰-➤I’m a rap hater guys ( pls don’t kill me)

[rinsoap]

˚ ༘ ���⋆｡˚ ﾐ the big inarizaki three's favourite artists! (remastered)

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : suna rintaro. atsumu miya. osamu miya.

note : HEYYY IT'S BEEN A HOT MINUTE LMFAO my bad y'all... i'm hyperfixated on haikyuu again + i've been real fixated on music 4 the past year so i thought i should revisit this lol

SUNA RINTARO:

!!? of course he likes playboi carti. who do u think he is?! he found most of his favourite artists from tiktok or his friends and the one exception is playboi carti. he's BEEN a fan since his self titled debut album. he's so annoying about disliking carti's new era. def went as vamp carti for halloween. he was really into the corny ass opium aesthetic when it first became popular until his friends had to tell him it wasn't hard 😭 once he discovered real alternative like metal, he chilled out lol.

his favourite songs by playboi carti are:

★ lean 4 real (ft skepta) on the die lit album.

★ flex on the playboi carti album.

★ not pLaying on the whole lotta red album.

!!? i still believe he's a kpop fan and his favourite group is new jeans. don't talk to me. he loves all that melodic kpop like bibi and IU. don't worry though, he's not a weirdo about it, he just loves the mv lore. he's watched the ditto mv a hundred times over and TRUST the new ep had him geeked. he even has a stan twitter account but it's private and only the miya twins and iwaizumi are following it YES him and iwa r bffs YES iwa put him on most of favourite artists

his favourite songs by new jeans are:

★ get up on the newjeans 2nd EP 'get up'.

★ right now on the supernatural EP.

★ attention on the newjeans 1st EP 'new jeans'.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: LOOP (ft lil cherry) by yves. jennifer's body by ken carson. be quiet and drive (far away) by deftones. true romance by pinkpantheresss. I THINK by tyler, the creator.

OSAMU MIYA:

!!? he's been into metal since forever. he's the coolest deftones fan as in he's not fucking annoying about 🙏 he likes a lot of alt rock he might even be an honourary goth. he's still mad at anthony fantano for only rating koi no yokan a 6/10. has a big around the fur poster in his room that definitely has scared atsumu when he gets up in the middle of the night.

his favourite songs by deftones are:

★ 7 words on the adrenaline album.

★ dai the flu on the around the fur album.

★ rx queen on the white pony album.

!!? average MF DOOM lover... he started listening to him after hearing him on the gta 5 radio him n suna n atsumu play all the time and he was immediately obsessed. the orgin story to him being rap snob. it's not as bad as it was for suna with carti but he's big into old school alternative/underground hiphop and to the right crowd it can come off dorky which is who he is at heart!!! but mostly it just comes off sooo pretentious lol. "did you know mm... food is an anagram of mf doom 🤓" they faces killing me why no one gaf 😭

his favourite songs by MF DOOM are:

★ raid on the madvillainy album.

★ vomitspit on the MM...FOOD album.

★ go with the flow on the operation: doomsday album.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: survival tactics by joey bada$$. love will tear us apart by joy division. through the wire by kanye west. pretty by korn. you know how we do it by ice cube.

MIYA ATSUMU:

!!? ooh i just KNOW he's a brent faiyaz stan. look at his stupid face and then look me in my eyes and TELL ME he's not blasting larger than life 24/7. he loves stereotypical rnb him n oikawa will literally arrange cry sessions to ctrl by sza... but anyways. the way he turns into the most conceited and insufferable mf when he listens to brent's music must be studied... bro he'll turn on role model and start winking at himself in the mirror like SOMEONE STOP HIMMM

his favourite songs by brent faiyaz are:

★ ALL MINE on the WASTELAND album.

★ upset on the larger than life album.

★ talk 2 u on the sonder son album.

!!? he loves his sexy rnb but he also lovesss his pop girlies and the bridge between that is doja cat. he's an og fan of course he was bumpin say so BEFORE it got big or so he says he's a big fan of the hiphop elements of her music. and ooh best believe he is LIVING for her scarlet era he is a demons defender till he dies. "you guys just didn't understand what she was going for" right..

his favourite songs by doja cat are:

★ bottom bitch on the hot pink album

★ go off on the scarlet album.

★ options (ft JID) on the planet her album.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: never lose me (ft SZA and cardi b) by flo milli. espresso by sabrina carpenter. feels like summer by childish gambino. ex for a reason (with JT from city girls) by summer walker. mrs. officer by lil wayne.

[cyber-viper]

hii may i plz have a romantic haikyuu matchup

Hi my name is rex, i’m queer and use they/them pronouns and i’m 15. And i would prefer someone not over the age of 19 plz. I have like a caramel colored skin-tone (i feel like saying im black may be easier but 🤷🏽‍♀️) and im 5’3.

Rn i have a purple-pink short mullet and i have pretty curly hair, im pretty chubby but i have an hourglass shape (but i have super noticeable hip dips) , i got pretty big fucking tittes (not even in a bragging way, im a fuckin k cup bro😭) and thicc thighs(thicc thighs save lives, sorry i’ll stop). I dress pretty alternative but i cant just choose one subculture tho, i wear a lot of heavy eye makeup. There are times where i dress some what “sexual” but its not sexual cause im 15 and other times i wear a lot of layers.

Honestly I don’t really have a type. Tbh most of my relationships have ended pretty badly cause they ether only wanted something sexual from me or I was “too clingy” when i just wanted basic ass affection. But the most I want is someone who is physically affectionate (like kisses, cuddles, and hugs for days) also im ok with pda to an extent like i will hug and like cuddle you but im not gonna make out with your infront of others thats weird af.

Im a libra sun, scropio moon, and gemini rising. This means that im a pretty social person and always wanna hang out with friends and just have fun, but moon in scropio makes my emotions rlly haywire and kinda boosts any sorta negative emotion, which is hard when you have chronic anxiety and major depressive disorder. Which also means i take medication for it, which i forget a lot. And because of these things i have anxiety tics, where it ranges to making noices and twitching a bit to full on hitting myself and saying random shit. But I really like making people laugh, it makes me feel helpful, but im also good at being to mother figure for people. I also like playfully bantering with people, like i love you but will full on roast you and get into fake fist-fights. I am a bit of a violent person at times but I have a punching bag and boxing gloves which help a lot. But I only get that angry when someone uses an insecurity of mine against me or is talking bad about someone i love, cause it you do that im beating your ass. I do have a bit of body insecurities mainly about my hip-dips and stomach. But because im curvy i get hit on by adults a lot and its creepy as fuck.

My hobbies include art (painting, drawing), sleeping (because i stay up mad late😭✌🏽), reading comics, Marvel and D.C superheroes, and super villains, cartoons, and anime/manga. My favorite music genre’s are rock, alternative, emo, rap, and a little bit if indie music.

Personality: funny, sarcastic, creative, kind, inappropriate and the right times. Like im not gonna pull out a dick joke in front of your family I don’t really have a type and im queer so i dont have a gender preference, but anyone who’s love language is physical affection cause im a clingy bitch.

I have a couple ideal dates, so the first one is like an indoor picnic and a movie, an arcade date, and a stargazing date where you get take out or fast food and drive up a hill to see the stars and you like cuddle n shit.

@rexy26 I match you with Kenma Kozume!

Kenma's more of a private person so probably would not be super into pda but would be affectionate in private with you. in public he would like holding hands but cuddling and kissing is something he prefers to save for when you guys are at home

He's not someone who's focused on looks, he just wants his partner to be tolerant of his more introverted personality and his gaming hobby

He would to to help remind you to take your meds and might set a reminder or alarm on his phone too

You both would be able to help keep each other calm and notice signs of stress or overstimulation in one another, learning each others signals and can be a safe space for each other

appreciates if you stand up for him if he gets teased or shit talked but also isn't that bothered by it himself so would try to calm you down and jut leave to go to something else

Kenma will reassure you about any insecurities you may have about your appearance by giving you quiet blunt compliments that you can tell are sincere

you guys would spend a lot of time staying over at one or the others house staying up late sometimes doing stuff together other times doing seperate things like him gaming and you watching a show or reading a comic while cuddling

would love the idea of an indoor picnic and movie date and you guys could probably cuddle in a pillow fort if you asked him to help you build it and would definitely be down for an arcade date too

A/N: I am so sorry this is soooo late D: I really hope you like your match up. If you are dissatisfied or need clarification for anything I wrote please let me know. I appreciate your request so much <333

[gokugf]

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

When you kneel against them but for a different reason

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi X Fem!Reader

Genre: Crack, Humor

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Suggestive content, mentions of giving head but only mentions, implied throat fucking

Word Count: 0.8K

A/n: Saw a Haikyuu version of this and said why not? :) 

↳Osamu Dazai

This bitch

He's so full of himself, always teasing you whenever he gets a chance

It's time for the tables to turn :D

You were looking for a chance to give him a taste of his own medicine, and when you see him standing up to get himself a bottle of soda from the agency's fridge, You follow him trying to act all oblivious and innocent.

So when he takes the soda out and turns around, he's faced with your sweet but perhaps naughty smile, as you slowly kneel in front of him while your eyes are locked with each other.

A grin appears on his face, and he puts the soda back in the fridge without even turning his back to you.

"My my belladonna! I didn't know you were this greedy for my attention. But shouldn't we wait till we're in private?"

He bends a little just to gently rub his thumb on your bottom lip, and that's when you tilt your head to the side, and look at him pretending to be dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about Osamu? I'm just hiding from Kunikida because I accidentally spilled coffee on his paper!"

Yeah, sure; for fucks sake.

Dazai stares at you for a few seconds with a shocked impression, then his smirk becomes slyer. "Oh? Is that so?" "Yeah! Why? What were you thinking?" "Ha!"

Lmao

His hand reaches out for you again, but landing on your hair this time, caressing it softly.

"Well played Bella, well played; now let's go somewhere more private so you can hide from Kunikida properly; perhaps the storage room? I mean, Kunikida will be even more displeased if he catches us like this and we don't want that, do we?"

Congratulations! You have got yourself a Throat fucking session🚶🏻‍♀️

↳Atsushi Nakajima

You played this prank on him at the mall cause you know his not into sex in public and even the idea will make him a blushing mess.

So when you take a look at yourself in the mirror wearing the jeans Atsushi suggested you to try on, you though of this as the perfect opportunity and call out to him.

"Honey? Will you come here for a sec?" "Inside? ok..."

The next thing you hear is A Small rap on the door and him asking if he can come in, and after getting your approval he slowly walks in, shutting the door behind him as he smiles at how much that jean looks good on you.

"So? What do you think?" You spin around just to give him a proper view of your hips that were even more explicit now that you were wearing that tight pants, and it made him wonder what would you do if he'd unintentionally rip those gorgeous pants apart?

Since Atsushi is a pure man, he decided to keep his dirty thoughts for when you too become alone, but the poor guy has no idea that you have other plans for him.

When you notice how worked up he was from that one move you made, you knew it was the perfect time. So you slowly take a steps toward him, and finally kneel againts him while forming your lips into a sly smirk.

Oh boy he's shocked🚶🏻‍♀️

"y-y/n? right now? I- " He looks so flustered while uttering these words that you cant help but to feel bad for him; but as you all know, pranksters don't back down.

But the thing is that he didn't straightforwardly say no🚶🏻‍♀️

"Right now what? I'm just trying to see how stretchable the jeans can be!"

Congratulations you have successfully broke the man :D

He's so embarrassed. Sooooo sooooo much embarrassed.

Literally just avoids your gaze as he mumbles "O-ok, then I'll be outside w-wating for you to finish" and leaves immediately, covering his face from the blush that was starting to spread out on his skin.

Please give him the head he deserves when you get home (^人^)

↳Chuuya Nakahara

He's dangerous I personally don't recommend this🚶🏻‍♀️

But for the sake of our evil minds let's go.

You see this park on tiktok when you see him going straight to the shower after coming home from a really long day at work, you kinda feel bad about doing it but not enough to let you back down 🚶🏻‍♀️

So when he comes out of the shower and goes to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine; you slowly approach him; and when he looks at you curiously, you suddenly fall on your knees wearing that dirty, familiar smile.

Oh boy

His lips curls up into a smirk as he take a sip of his wine, and bits his bottom lip.

"You always know what I need, don't you doll? You're so g-" "Found it!"

You excitedly show him the ring he bought you for your birthday and chuckle. "I was so worried Chuu! I thought I lost it! You know how much I love- Why are you looking at me like that?!"

The dude is stunned help.

His face heats up from humiliation as he gives you a death stare and avoids your gaze.

"What?" "Nothing" "Omg Chuuya did you think-" "I said nothing y/n!"

You know what to do if you wanna wipe that pout off his face ;)

Reblogs are appreciated :>

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splintered - drummer!osamu miya/f!reader (haikyuu!) tags: band!au, pining, angst, high school friends to ?, unspoken feelings, mentioned semi eita/reader and osamu/groupies, here is some lovely drummer!osamu art by @/tnkisu if u want to pine for him like i am! word count 1.6k

Osamu replaces his drumsticks, on average, about once a month. 

It's less frequent now than it once was, thanks largely to the fact that he started buying better quality sticks since the band has been gigging regularly and he can afford it, coupled with the fact that he'd gotten old enough to outgrow that adolescent ignorance of his own strength or frenetic enthusiasm while he’s playing. Still, every time he breaks a stick, he hears his mother's voice in the back of his mind, furious that for the second time in as many weeks he was begging her for more pocket money so he could replace them. 

(She would always buy him new ones, anyway.)

Osamu has broken three sticks this week.

He tries to pretend that he doesn't know why. Tries to pretend it's no big deal when yet another stick splinters in his hands on a particularly violent rap against his snare. Tries to pretend he doesn't see you in the bright red of the first aid kit each time he has to bandage up his bloody fingers—the first aid kit you'd bought him to keep in the studio space that the band rents in a block of office buildings, for when he injures himself by practicing too much.

But there's something more pressing he's pretending not to notice now. Something more real and tangible looming over him. 

Literally. 

Because you're standing next to his drum kit with your arms crossed and a scowl on your face, and he's beating away at the drum kit and acting like it's totally normal that he hasn't so much as acknowledged you since you came in unannounced.

Finally, like the three sets of sticks Osamu’s thrown away this week, you snap.

Your hand shoots out and Osamu panics, aborting whatever motion he was in the process of following through and flinching away from you. 

“What the hell are you doing!” he exclaims angrily, drumbeat silenced, as your hand wraps around the stick in his right hand and you wrench it out of his grip. “I could’ve fuckin’ hurt ya!” 

“Oh,” you say, chucking the drumstick across the cramped little studio, your expression twisted into something a little meaner to match his own, “how nice of you to finally notice me.”

“I’m practicin’,” Osamu grunts, pushing himself up from his seat behind his drum kit, “or I was before ya interrupted me.” 

“I need to talk to you.”

Osamu pauses as he moves to cross the room towards where you tossed his stick, his broad back facing you.

“I’m busy.”

You make a strangled noise of frustration.

“Well then make time for me, Samu,” you snap. “You’ve been ignoring me for days!”

Osamu crouches down and starts searching for the wayward drumstick among some sound equipment stacked up in the corner, tucking the one you hadn’t pried from his hold into the back pocket of his jeans. He doesn’t reply to your demand. Doesn’t even acknowledge it.

“Why would you try and ban me from your gigs?” you ask—and he’s sure you mean to sound furious. Osamu’s known you so long that your intent is as clear to read as your words. But your tone breaks just before the anger can rip through it, a lilt of disappointment—of hurt—wavering in the question. 

Osamu is sweaty from the hours he’s been banging away at his drum kit, but suddenly the perspiration on his skin feels cold. Still crouching down, he grabs the hem of his t-shirt in his hands and lifts it to wipe at his face. 

“‘Cause.”

It’s not a justification in the slightest. It’s barely even a fucking word. But somehow it’s all that he can muster in reply. 

“‘Cause?” you echo incredulously. “What kinda bullshit is that? I had to find out about this ‘ban’ from fucking Suna, of all people—Suna, Osamu!—because Tsumu refuses to get involved in our shit, and I’ve gotten radio silence from you all week. So, mind telling me what the hell is going on?”

Again, Osamu opts for silence in response, shifting a busted amp when he spots the tail end of the stick you’d sent flying peeking out from under it. 

“Samu, would you please just talk to me?” you plead, all the strength bleeding from your tone.

He uses the tips of his fingers to fish the end of the drumstick out, and once he has it in his grip he twirls it around his fingers instinctively before clutching it in a white-knuckled fist. It’s painfully quiet in the soundproof studio, the foam sound insulation on the walls almost makes the stillness more stifling.

“What was up with you and that Semi guy last weekend?”

You're quiet.

“Are you serious, Osamu?—”

That same fight, all bitter resentment and defensive hostility, has made itself known again in your voice. 

“—You banned me from your gigs because I hooked up with some guy?” 

“So you two hooked up, huh?” Osamu’s tone is dry as he muses out the rhetorical question. 

“God!” There’s shuffling behind him that he doesn’t turn to see, but it sounds like you’ve knocked something over. Maybe the first aid kit. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” 

Osamu finally risks a guarded glance back over his shoulder towards you.

You’ve dropped your bag on the ground at your feet, your hands tangled in your hair in frustration.

“You know Eita. You’re friends.”

Osamu sniffs. “Don’t really know him. Just run in the same circle ’sall. He’s a city boy.”

“You’re being unfair,” you say to him, your eyes whet with fury. Your hands fall to your sides and clench into fists. “You hook up with little groupies at your shows all the time. I meet one guy and all the sudden-“

“It’s distractin’,” Osamu says, rising back up to his full height to face you head on. “I don’t wanna spend the entire gig worryin’ about what scumbag yer cozied up to.”

“I’m not your responsibility to worry about!”

Osamu feels something sharp and blisteringly sour pang in his stomach. 

“I can’t just not worry about ya,” Osamu snaps, frustration sharpening his words into a blade that he never meant to turn on you, but that he fears he’s lost control of.

“I never asked you to do that,” you reply—lips, shoulders, hands all quivering. You’re trembling as you stand before him. Furious and bewildered. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“I’m not babysittin’ ya,” he replies tersely, knowing that nothing he’s said is what he means. Nothing has gone according to the plan he didn’t even have to begin with. “And I know ya didn’t ask, but I can’t help it; I’ve been worryin’ about ya since we were teenagers. Practically kids. And most of the guys hangin’ around those gigs are slimy fucks. Dirtbags. Worse than that, even.”

Your upset is plain on your face, and all Osamu wants is to touch you. To fix the pain he’s caused. But his anger won’t allow it. His ego. He’s too proud and too deep in his own delusions to admit to the real reason why seeing you and Semi Eita cozied up near the bar while his band was playing on stage last weekend made him feel something close to feral—the thrum of vicious adrenaline in his veins had nothing to do with the performance he was in the middle of. 

“You’re a liar.”

Osamu freezes. You’ve said the words so quietly and yet they still somehow shake him to his core.

He wants to say something, ask you what you mean, but the sight of tears pooling in the corner of your narrowed eyes stops him. Immobilizes him. Disarms him completely. 

The drumstick in his fist slips to the floor, clattering at his feet. 

“Hey-“ Osamu panics, taking a step towards you with his hand outstretched. You flinch away from his touch, and the movement pierces his chest.

You laugh, watery and mirthless, and fix Osamu in the coldest glare he thinks you’ve ever turned on him.

He knows he fucked up.

God, he fucked up.

Really bad this time.

You stoop down and grab your bag off the floor brusquely, yanking it up over your shoulder again. You whisk past him towards the door, tilting your body away from his so you don’t have to brush him as you pass, but he still feels your warmth fleetingly.

Osamu smells your perfume as you go. The same one you’ve been wearing since he met you in high school. The same one that clings to his jackets after you borrow them because no matter how many times he tells you, you never bring your own. The same one he’ll turn his head towards when he catches a whiff of it in public, but it never seems to smell quite as good on anyone else as it does on you.

His chest aches. 

You stop at the door, your back to him—shoulders rigid like you have your hackles raised.

Your voice is flat when you speak, but you don’t turn to face him.

“Just because Semi wasn’t too fucking afraid to make a move doesn’t mean you get to take it out on him. Or me.”

Your words ring in Osamu’s ears like a crash cymbal, his heart plummeting in his chest.

The door slams behind you on your way out.