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just realised u were the one who reblogged my hq haunted house headcanon!?!??? THANK YOU FOR READING IT!! n ur tags made me giggle 🤭🤭 n ALSO ur so funny it shows in ur writing AND ur panels are always a 10/10 ok that's it that's the ask 😔👉👈
EL-O-EL🤭 I LOVED THOSE HCS SM!!! ME FuNNy??? I TRYYY TY 🤞 omg those panels are so hard to find 🥹 I literally scroll through Pinterest for 20 minutes until I find a good one 😔😔
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sakusa took off his jacket and draped it over your sleeping figure wordlessly.
you stirred slightly at the additional weight of the fabric over your shoulders. opening your eyes groggily, you blinked a few times to adjust to the glaring brightness of the lights in the bus. tugging the jacket closer to your body, you turned to the curly haired boy sitting next to you with a sleepy but perplexed glance.
"you looked cold." sakusa explained, biting back a smile at the way you wrapped his jacket tighter around yourself.
a drowsy grin slowly spread across your features when his familiar and comforting scent engulfed you whole. "thanks." you whispered gratefully.
"don't fall alseep." sakusa said softly when he noticed your eyelids threatening to fall again. you glanced at him with half closed eyes, tilting your head in confusion.
"your stop is next."
"oh..." you trailed off, your tired mind taking a few more seconds to comprehend his statement. "then," you muttered quietly under your breath, removing his warm jacket and exposing yourself to the cool air of the bus. with your best attempt at folding it neatly, you handed it back to him.
"thanks for the jacket, omi." you smiled, expecting him to take it back with a comment about how your germs had contaminated it now.
"keep it."
"huh?" you stared at sakusa in bewilderment.
sakusa froze in silence, his heartbeat raising with every passing second. he mentally cursed at himself for letting his internal thoughts slip through his mouth so carelessly.
"your germs are all over it." he said quickly, hoping you were too tired to notice the slight panic in his voice. tearing his gaze away from yours, he fiddled with the hem of his shirt nervously.
you huffed, scrunching your nose to pretend that you're offended by his statement. "i have far less germs than you," you retorted, "you're all sweaty from practise."
sakusa let out a breath of relief that he didn't even know he was holding in. it was at times like this he was thankful that you were painfully oblivious to his feelings for you.
"but i don't wear it during practise."
"fine." you sighed in defeat. you knew there was no point in arguing with the sakusa kiyoomi about hygiene. when the bus slowly rolled to a stop, you hopped off with the jacket folded in your arms and a promise that you would make sure to wash his jacket before you return it.
much to your surprise, he refused to take back the jacket the next morning. he simply told you that he doesn't want it anymore. because of your germs, he claims, and definitely not because of the way you made his heart flutter with how absolutely adorable you looked in his jacket.
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what’s the book title of what u just posted?
It happened one summer by Tessa Bailey !!
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Redding this book rn and THIS MAN IS MAKING ME SWOON 🤭🤭
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iwaizumi hajime.
iwaizumi exhales in the palms of his hands. "how long?"
"a month or so, maybe," you look ever so calm, watching people enter and leave the airport, fiddling with your fingers occasionally out of habit. while your actions might look like some sort of obsession with observing people, they're actually subtle attempts to avoid looking at iwaizumi.
"was it hard?" he doesn't sound angry, or disappointed, or sad. it's not pure numbness, but his words aren't intoxicated with emotions either. "thinking about breaking up?"
"i tried not to overthink," you reply, still looking at the people, their luggage, noticing everything that the attendants are doing at the check-in counters. it's hard to keep up with everyone's actions in the multitude.
you've always associated airports with bits of romance. you've seen people break up on airports and kiss their lovers goodbyes until the last boarding calls. airports, according to you, are no different than hospitals. people visit both the places, but you don't know if they're coming back. although, not everyone thinks of airports as a place so gloomy that it stirs your stomach, but you've taught yourself to think that way in the past few months.
you've played it in your head multiple times, how you would break up with iwaizumi. you settled upon doing it last week, but never got a chance. days passed, you felt your chances slipping through the cracks of your hands and suddenly, the words fall off your lips amidst hundred other people waiting for the boarding announcement on the airport.
"hajime, you're not dying and neither am i. you're pursuing your dreams and if the situation calls for us to break up, i'm no one to refuse," while it seems like you're offering him some comfort to cope with the situation, those words are for yourself. you want to believe that he will come back to you, or you will find him again, even if it's after years, after the sweet memories that you share disappear over time; even if it's just one minute before you die, you want to believe you will meet him. after all, those will be the words that will convince you to look forward to every single day that is now going to pass without a glimpse of him.
"you know we don't have to do this," iwaizumi says it as a matter of fact. there's a stern look in his eyes, as if he has known you long enough to know the words that you mean and the ones you don't. sometimes, you think if you've given too much of yourself to him that now, he resembles a faint image of yourself in the mirror. it's like a single soul living in two different bodies, perhaps that's why, it feels like you're losing little pieces of yourself as you watched him prepare to leave for the States.
and so, you mirror the exact same look at him. "we do,"
"what if i fall in love with someone else? what if i come back with a family, a kid?" there's a hint of sorrow behind his hurtful words. thinking about iwaizumi next to someone else is painful, it's like taking a knife to your heart, but at the same time you know he doesn't mean his words.
just like iwaizumi, you've also known him long enough to know the words he means and the ones that he doesn't.
"i don't know, perhaps i'll congratulate you?" you manage to reply with a bitter laugh. "and also hate you for not inviting me to your marriage,"
you honestly don't know how you'd feel about iwaizumi starting a family with someone else. of course, you'd be happy for him, but will also carry a heart that aches at the site of him standing next to his other love, someone that's not you; and of course, you would still love him, even if you lose the rights to call him yours.
even though you're holding onto the words that you both will meet again, this could be the last time you see him. you know it already, you both have different lives, separate goals, and loving was never about staying next to each other even if it means giving up on what you've always wanted to do in life. it's surprising how you've both lived as strangers until you met each other and suddenly, your life without him seems impossible.
"will you be happy without me?" he asks.
"i'll try," you reply.
he nods, checking his watch before standing up and fixing his shirt. his eyes settle upon his backpack before travelling back to yours. "we still have twenty minutes, in case you want to change your decision,"
"i've decided,"
"okay," he breathes out, shooting you a smile while trying to choke in the tears that are starting to fall down his cheeks. "don't forget me," he adds a reminder, as if you're ever going to do that.
you met iwaizumi in middle school as a classmate, almost a stranger, someone you never properly talked to until he became the only student you knew beforehand in your class when highschool commenced. now, he is singlehandedly the most important person in your life. he's someone who loves you to moon and beyond, someone you've hurt many times but also is someone whose arms are like a second home to you.
you don't think anyone could compare to him, or the effect he has on you. no one can replace the moments you share with him, it's not like there's another person in the world who could make you feel the same way he did. you won't forget him because it's not like there's someone out there who can shadow his presence in your life.
like, there's not another iwaizumi hajime in this world because there's only one of him, and you're beyond lucky to share a few chapters of your life with a man who makes you feel like the happiest person alive.
with the boarding announcement going off, iwaizumi takes a last look at you. his eyes look the brightest they've ever been, overflowing with love so as to remind you that he loves you, and will continue to do so for years to come, that the distance that keeps on increasing between the two of you as he walks away doesn't mean anything because he'll always be there for you no matter what.
that you were the first for him and he is sure that you're also his last, and that you don't have to worry about him falling for someone else because even though he's going to a far away place, he's leaving his heart with you.
"hajime," you call, rushing to the line waiting in to pass through the metal detector. "i don't care if you come back with a wife, kid, or kids, or if you even come back. all i know is that i'm rooting for you, and i will continue to do so, and if you ever decide to come back, i'll be right here,"
you cup his face and plant a last kiss on his lips. "let's try to be happy without each other,"
and now, iwaizumi is twenty-seven, standing in front of flower wreaths at Narita International Airport with a white carnations, filtering through the small crowd that clutters the memorial of people who had passed away in an accident, fallen victims to the flight that went up in flames just a few minutes after it's take off.
iwaizumi spots your picture on the granite along with several others, placing the flowers amidst several others. a single tear rolls down his cheeks, "i'm a little late, aren't i, love?"
#[❤︎] — reblogs#STAWP#WHAT IS THIS#DONT DO THIS TO ME CAELIN#IM SOBBINF#I DIDNT. EXPECT THAT ENDING#😔#I am not ok#pls don’t hurt me anymore I dont think I can take jt#thinkin bout how y/n could’ve been trying to board the plane to go see him….#How they made plans to rekindle….#🙁🙁#once again your writing is AMAZING#I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU WRITE 🫶
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UR TAGS ON MY FIC . thank you so much for reading also u and me both, when is it our turn 😞
IT WAS SO GOOD—OMG THE WAY YOU WROTE OIKAWA WAS ✨MAGNIFICENT✨ & literally when is it our turn…I’ve been waiting 😭
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oikawa tooru.
oikawa loves to watch you sleep.
it's nothing new. you've been living together for a little over a year now, his mornings begin with you sleeping by his side most of the time but, but oikawa doesn't look like he has moved on from the way you look when you're sleeping.
he thinks you look funny— ugly, maybe not ugly, but definitely funny. you look like such a mess, make weird faces, leave trails of incoherent words that wake him up in middle of the night. your limbs are all over the bed and most of the time, they're above him, as if he's your bed or something. you never wake up the way you go to sleep, always ending up on his side of the bed, pushing him to the edge while wrapping your arms around him as if you're holding him for falling down, like you're not the reason why he's in that position in the first place. you end up taking the whole comforter and it got to the point where oikawa suggested using two different comforters for the sake of both of you, but it didn't help either, since you would leave yours and slide into his every single night.
but he doesn't complain, not at all. he doesn't mind if you steal his comforter and he has to sleep without one every night. it's fine if he falls down from bed once a few days, or if he wakes up with a neck or back pain thanks to your habit of having your hands and legs all over him. oikawa doesn't have any complaints because he thinks it's a blessing to wake up every night and look at your beautiful face.
he thinks you're the prettiest while sleeping because you don't seem to care about the way you have to present yourself to people, even if it's just him and you in the room. you smile while sleeping, or frown, make some sort of angry face, etcetera etcetera; oikawa thinks it's adorable, because those are the moments when he realises he's in love with you.
"you could've woken me up," and sometimes, he's too busy falling in love with you, he doesn't realise you've woken up already.
"thought i'd let you sleep a little more," he speaks just above the comforting silence enveloping the two of you, trying to maintain the decorum, matching the intensity of his voice with yours while caressing your cheeks. "you're making me want to sleep again,"
"well, y—" he slips in next to you, making you shift involuntarily to make space for him. his hands are a little cold, sending bits of shivers down your spine as he wraps them around your waist, letting his fingertips trace random patterns on the bare skin under your sweatshirt. "i'd love to sleep more but, we need to make breakfast,"
"what's so good about breakfast at seven on a winter morning?" he whispers against the crook of your neck.
you chortle at the contact, "may be that it can help me with my hunger?"
"if we sleep, we won't be hungry anymore," oikawa pulls back, allowing his eyes to admire your face while you take your time presuming the words behind his love sick eyes. "can i tell you something?"
"go on,"
"i think i'm in love with you,"
your lips curl into a smile, "you tell me that every day," or more so, multiple times, every day. it's more of a remind so that you don't forget he loves you, and that he loves you more than anything else in this world, as if you're ever going to forget it.
"no i mean, i'm in love with you right now, at the moment, while we're lying next to each other; like, i'm falling in love with you right now and—" a pause, as if he's trying to build up suspense or create the atmosphere. it's simply an oikawa thing to do, he wants everything about you to be special. "— and, i don't think i can ever stop falling in love with you,"
it's magical how every single word that falls off his lips manages to flutter your heart. his smile never fails to fluster you even though you've been dating for three years now. oikawa has you going crazy and also keeps you sane. it's difficult, but you're somewhere in between. he has you head over heels for himself, making you fall for him every morning that you wake up. he's keeping you afloat but is also the reason why you're drowning. he is like a pool of contradictions in your life and you can't help it because every part of him makes you feel alive.
that is the effect oikawa has on you. so, you cup his cheeks, hoping that you have the same, if not more, effect on him as well. "i don't think i can ever stop falling in love with you either,"
#[❤︎] — reblogs#why—why are tears running down my face rn??#this…is so beautiful ♥︎♥︎#OIKAWA CAN WATCH ME slEEP ANYTIME HE WANTS#the way this is written WHEW IM IN LOVE#the last line is so true y/n#Where is it my turn 😔😒
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18:58 !
𖥨 feat. suna rintaro , in which suna tries to figure out how he knew that he loved you
content. fluff!!! love talk <3 swearing somewhere, suna family being cute as always
a/n. — this is how i feel about suna frfr. i love that man too too much guys jcnwnfkejf god i wanna kiss him so so bad! also this isn't proofread so please ignore my mistakes and don't forget to show some love <3 requests are now open btw
"how did you know you loved her?" suna stops chewing to look at his mother seated across from him with a little powerless glare.
"why ya asking, old woman?" he swallows his food before speaking, a stupid smirk possessing his lips which is soon wiped off when a kick is landed to his now aching shin by his own mother. "god, okay okay. what a mean lady. you gonna let her treat me like this rina?" the three year old covers her eyes with a grin making him scoff and mutter something about her being a little traitor.
"come on, rinnie. give me something, you never tell me anything anymore." the disappointing look in her eyes makes him cave because she is correct. he doesn't talk too much about what the two of you have. and not because there's nothing too say, but because there's not enough words to express it all for anyone outside of his own heart and mind.
suna thinks back to his mother's question. when did he realize that he was so irreparably in love with you? it wasn't when he asked you for a pencil as an excuse to talk to talk to you forgetting he had one in his hand. that was just sad. it couldn't be when you caught him banging his head on the vending machine after it stole his last dollar. that was embarrassing. it definitely wasn't when he complimented your hair and you cried because you felt like the most ugliest person that day when you didn't have time to get ready like usual. that shattered his heart.
perhaps it was when you let his sister brush your hair into unrepairable knots while playing hair salon because it made her smile when you would fawn over your brand new look. or maybe it was when you sat in between his legs after as he carefully pried the balls of hair apart, apologizing about his sister even though you really didn't mind.
what if it was when he woke up at 9:56 on a saturday morning and messaged you out of the blue asking if you wanted to go somewhere with him and you instantly said yes without asking for further information. it made suna happy that you were so quick to spend your time with him without a second guess.
suna considers the time you put on one of the vinyl's he bought specifically for your enjoyment when you mentioned liking the artist and pulled him out of his bed and into your arms, forcing him to dance slowly with you in the dark of his room, his galaxy lamp the only source of light at the moment. (bonus points for ending up with you on his lap and his tongue in your mouth.)
there's also the time he slept over at yours and you two laid up at 2am in the pitch black dark, only able to see your own hand when you held it out in front of you and confessed everything about yourselves to each other. from what hurt you the most to the things that made you warm inside. you kissed him for the first time that night when he said you made him the happiest.
so many times where suna knew he loved you and yet he couldn't pinpoint exactly which match lit the fire. maybe he's always loved you in someway, maybe that's why he couldn't think of jackshit to tell his mom.
suna starts to think that his love for you was never a when? or a how? or a where? suna knows he loves you and there's no reason for him to know the exact details when you light his soul on fire the way you do.
he wants to pick up the earth and run around you so you know that his world revolves around you and you only. he feels the need to hold your face and kiss you so hard that the two of you become one like ice melting in water. his heart feels like it might disintegrate into fucking pieces and build itself together again at the sight of your face. and still, he doesn't know where these feelings came from or when they suddenly appeared.
he decides that true love cannot be put into words because either you get the blessing to experience it or you don't. it's a once in a lifetime opportunity and he'll be damned if he ever takes a second to wish for anything other than it.
he thinks love is mysterious because you don't understand it the way you want to and it's the worst best feeling ever. being so oblivious, yet so aware at the same time.
suna believes that the only word to describe what he feels for you is love. love for your existence and love for you as a person. so, how did he know that he loves you?
he thinks of you. he thinks of your smile, your laugh, your memories, your voice, your energy, your presence and most importantly, how you make him feel.
suna just shakes his head and answers the only way people who have experienced this rare and unique feeling know how to answer when asked about it.
"i just knew."
#[❤︎] — reblogs#I have no words#this was amazing andjcmvnf#SUNARIN ILY <333#me and y/n 🤝 crying over our hair#‘he wants to pick up the world and run it around you so you know that his world revolves around you and only you’#🥹🥹 smiling through the tears rn#I’ll think about this line forever
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NICOLE UR RECENT POST WAS SO FUNNY NOW I CANT STOP THINKING ABT IT 😭
HEHEH I try 🤭 the real funny thing about this is that it disappeared out of my drafts and posted itself HAHAH
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🫦🫦 hello tumblr
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HQ BOYS + HAUNTED HOUSE DATES
⸻ happy halloween! 🕯🎃
KUROO has the audacity to howl in laughter when he sees your horrified face. just starts cracking up in the middle of a haunted house every time you scream at an actor lunging towards you. does stupid things like pointing out a certain zombie walks like your dad to make you laugh. despite being a crackhead, he's still pulling you protectively against him and rubbing soothing circles on your waist. when you exit the house, he even gives you a tiny peck on the cheek and smirks, "hey. at least we're both still alive?" you blush. maybe you could try this again.
SHINSUKE is the perfect boyfriend. laces his fingers with yours and gives your hand gentle squeezes when you're startled by the ghost in the corner. gestures for you to enter and exit houses before him like a true gentleman. he's carrying your silly purse for you and packs full bottles of water and lozenges in the very likely event that your throats start to hurt from all the yelling. lets you fall asleep on his shoulder on the train home afterwards.
SUGAWARA has never entered a haunted house because he doesn't understand the concept of spending money to scare the wits out of oneself. but you're reaching the entrance when he starts to fidget, trying to stay strong for both of you. spoiler: that doesn't work. you're both gripping tightly onto each other, shivering when you enter a different part of the haunted house, and shouting strings of expletives when a clown with freakishly large eyes jump at you. but at least the night ends with you two stumbling out of the room, both giggling at your apparent lack of bravado.
ATSUMU is actually the one who suggested it. even scoffs at how childish haunted houses are. and you're immediately raising your brow, like, "oh?" because this man right here can't even sit through jurassic park without cowering. you're both in line when he starts to really panic and wonder what kind of boyfriend he'll seem like when he's screaming his lungs out in the house. proceeds to scream his lungs out and you're too busy laughing at him to really even flinch at the jumpscares.
USHIJIMA has a very confused look on his face when you bring it up, as if he's never heard of a haunted house before. doesn't even twitch the slightest bit when something grips his ankles. looks bemused at the way you're losing your shit in the haunted house. still lends you an arm and pats your shoulder. when you're both taking a break at the water fountain, he asks, "why were you so scared back there? aren't they just paid actors?" and your jaw just drops. it's dark, there's creepy music, and there's grotesque creatures pouncing on you - NO SHIT EINSTEIN? 😡
a/n: this is just an excuse for me to write crack fics. happy halloween again!! reblogs are appreciated 🕸 ⋆｡°✩
#[❤︎] — reblogs#AHHHH#Me reading this as if I would ever step foot in a haunted house 😗✌️#not Kuroo being a bully#KITA = PERFECT BF#he’s so UNDERrated#Me and you both Atsumu#I would be screaming too#Ushijima my baby 🥹#HIM NOT UNDERSTANDING I-
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hello mutual ive never spoken to before in my life would you like to be best friends
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THANKING HIM FOR FLOWERS HE DIDN’T SEND PRANK
feat. oikawa tooru, tsukishima kei, miya atsumu. gn!reader.
cw: usage of the middle finger emoji bcs i suddenly rmbred its existence LOL + babygirl nickname for them … sorry, couldn’t help it 😭
naia’s footnote: inspired by the trend on tiktok. there was supposed to be like a screenshot of atsumu calling but it would mess up the layout of this post 💔 also don’t ask why i wrote this in 4 am LMAO
© ATSUMULOGY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. STRICTLY NO PLAGIARISM & REPOSTING OF MY CONTENT!
#NAIA’S TEXT SCENARIOS>>>#HELP I LOVE THIS#everyone go read rn#Toru is bbg material#not kei eating me up 🙁#he didn’t have to come for me like that#ATSUMU RETHINKING HIS LIFE RN#texting samu what he should do#samu: you let another man still ur girl? clown🤡#steal*#[❤︎] — recs
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reblog and put in the tags what you think will fix you
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QUESTION!!! Does anyone know how to add a custom text color on tumblr?? Ive looked it up but ‘m so confused 🙁😭
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN LOVES!! 🎃 POSTING A LIL’ HALLOWEEN POST FOR YOU ALL LATER TODAY, I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY & STAY SAFE!!!!
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synopsis: kdrama cliches & tropes u would experience w/ ur haikyuu boys.
pairing(s): various x gn!reader
content warning: mentions of being drunk, pinch of angst at the bonus end, wrist grabbing, mentions of a fight
naia’s footnote: first post 4 this blog … Feeling: Nervous 😹this probably a bit ooc but let me live! also?? the read more thingy gives me these stupid glitches and i had to redo this for so many times
likes & reblogs are appreciated!
PIGGY BACK RIDES — scenario wherein you probably got injured or got too tired to walk and he carries you on his back (either begrudgingly or happily, either way you’re both warmer than usual in the face but no one says anything.)
→ BOKUTO, tsukishima(is part of the begrudgingly part, you’re probably too tired to walk or injured and he’s totally NOT worried about you okay? he just finds your whining annoying and wants you to shut up.) noya, asahi, aran, kita, akaashi, daichi, aone.
FORCED COHABITATION — you guys probably hate each other, and somehow, someway, you guys end up in a situation where you guys have to live together. this was not a part of his or your plans, but so is falling in love with each other but i guess fate has other plans!
→ SAKUSA, atsumu, shirabu, semi (you think he plays his guitar way too loud not knowing it’s the chords of the song he wrote about you)
CONFESSION OF FEELINGS BUT … — either you or he fell asleep, blackout drunk or just sleepy as hell. or he gets interrupted before he confesses by a phone call that will lead to many scenarios from misunderstandings to an emergency that will set back the confession a few more episodes until he actually gets to confess. or at this point, you have to be the one to confess because things just won’t go his way!
→ OIKAWA (LMAO, wanna see him suffer), ennoshita, kyotani, iwaizumi, goshiki, makki, tanaka, asahi, hinata, lev, atsumu, kuroo.
SHARING AN UMBRELLA — it rains but you forgot your umbrella, and he so happens to have one with him. and somehow you and him end up under his umbrella, close proximity as you could literally feel his hot breath and he wonders if you could hear his heart beat drumming like he just ran a whole mile. he would angle the umbrella in a way that you wouldn’t get wet by the rain while his shoulders soaking wet but it’s okay, as long as you’re fine and dry he doesn’t mind getting wet by the rain <3 (bonus if next day he gets sick and you visit him and take care of him AND maybe an almost kiss happening … 😁)
→ AKAASHI, KITA, semi, goshiki, tanaka, yamamoto, kuroo
WRIST GRABS — grabs your wrists to get you to talk to him because you walked out on him OR OR HE GRABS YOUR WRISTS BECAUSE HE GOT JEALOUS WITH THE GUY YOU’RE TALKING TO OR (they try not to be as forceful or harsh tho ☹️)
→ iwaizumi, osamu, suna, yaku, kyotani, tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, atsumu, kuroo (?) atp i’m just saying anyone that comes into my mind LMAO
OLD CHILDHOOD FRIENDS THAT MEET AGAIN (AND FALL IN LOVE) — okay so you guys either remember each other not, but that really doesn’t matter in the end because either way, you guys would end up together. hashtag fated soulmates!
→ ushijima (I JUST FEEL LIKE HE COULD FIT THIS TROPE .. or probably he reminds of this male lead in a kdrama i watched with this trope LOL), sakusa, noya, oikawa, tendou.
SHOULDER NAP — he falls asleep in your shoulders, whether he meant to or not won’t change the fact that you could hear the beat of your heart increasing, your breath hitching, and suddenly the room feels hotter than ever.
or you fall asleep in his shoulder and suddenly he can’t move a single muscle anymore, but it’s fine, he thinks, as you nuzzle yourself unconsciously into his neck.
→ SUNA, kenma, kyotani (you fall asleep on his shoulders and instead of pushing you off him, he lets you sleep there and glares at anyone who stares at you guys.), kageyama, tsukishima.
BONUS: THE LOVE TRIANGLE TROPE — my guilty pleasure but also my most behated trope ever.
the male lead — the one who got the love interest in the end.
→ oikawa, tsukishima (it’s giving asshole male lead but gets the girl in the end anyway!), bokuto, terushima, tanaka, kageyama, atsumu, osamu, shirabu, goshiki, ushijima
the second lead — probably deserves the love interest as much as the male lead OR probably deserves the love interest more LMAO
→ akaashi (he treats the love interest so well and he just?? loves them sm?? even though he’s not the one that they picked?? crying he doesn’t even expect anything from them. he's the type of second lead every viewer was rooting for), iwaizumi, kindaichi, lev, yamamoto, and if i say suna, ennoshita, noya, konoha, koganegawa, semi, kawanishi
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