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luvring · 4 months

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gn!reader | iwaizumi will do a lot of things if you ask, but he's always a little awkward and embarrassed about taking photos of himself. what angle does he use, why's the lighting so bad, this is his "no one will see me" t-shirt, does his smile look forced, etc, etc., which means you only ask every once and a while, mostly as a joke, and never mind when he brushes it off with a laugh.

so when you open your messages to see an unprompted selfie of him, blurry, sitting in dim light, cheeks flushed and biting his lip to stop a grin, shocked is one word you can use to describe yourself. apparently drunk hajime is different from sober hajime, and confident enough to send a second, third photo capturing his night out with his old teammates at karaoke.

and you're not sure if it was their idea or his, but you really can't bring yourself to complain when he accidentally sends a video instead of a photo that perfectly frames his slightly unbuttoned top, messy hair that he runs his fingers through (he's brought up needing a haircut every week for the past month, but keeps pushing off setting an appointment), and raspy laugh as he tells someone off screen to shut up and sing already before turning to you with a smile.

"oh, shit, it's a video."

"pft, are you really that drunk?"

"hiii," someone—you think tooru—singsongs your name.

another complains, his voice muffled by your boyfriend moving the camera, "ugh, can you move over?"

"hi babe." hajime's low, slurred voice brings your attention back to him. "i got 94 on m'last song, jus' so y'know.

"let it go! that was all luck—"

"shut up, it's not my fault y'got 67 and sound like a dying bird. ugh," he seems to lose his train of thought and sniffles. "uh...don't worry, issei's driving m'back. i'll tell you 'bout it when i get home. see you soon, alright? love you."

the video ends, cutting off the beginning of a voice crack and off-pitch note, and the responding cackle that momentarily fills the quiet of your living room.

it's not a hard decision to save everything he's sent to your phone. the real hard decision will be tomorrow, you think, when you have to decide between teasing him to death or helping with his hangover. but then you get another notification—another text from him that reads "Cany ou tell them i'm not gonna sing adell" and you smile.

you can probably do both.

(he does end up singing, but so does everyone else. the video you get is way too loud, and way too close to the microphone, and the phone falls to the floor at some point, but it's saved to your gallery anyway. he makes you promise not to play it the next morning because it's "so headache inducing he could explode.")

#luvring.txt #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #draws hearts with a glittery pen around his name...Iwaizumi....#i keep trying to make rlly short drabbles but theyre always a little longer than intended....hrrrnnnnghh

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atsumwah · 1 year

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about time

featuring : iwaizumi hajime

includes : you being oikawa's sister, brothers best friend trope, a teeny tiny mention of drinking, and you and makki being besties

notes : i legit put iwa and bo in the wheel name spinning thing bcs i was too indecisive to pick and iwa won three in a row....the universe apparently sided with this hunk 2day ! ignore the mistakes if you find any, i’ll fix em laterzzz :)))

being oikawa's sister had its perks.

you're instantly popular, you have boys queuing up to get your number, every girl in the school was nice to you ( though they only wanted to get closer to your brother but you didn't care honestly) so really there wasn't anything you can complain about.

except that you have the biggest crush on your brother's best friend.

it's not that he's just hot, like insanely godly hot, he's also really nice. all the years you've known iwaizumi, there wasn't a moment where he wasn't a gentleman to you, despite being together for so long people might mistake you three as siblings.

like when you were five and fell on your knees, he was the one who ran to get the first aid kit (damn your brother he did nothing but laugh, the audacity)

or when you were thirteen when you were scared to walk alone after school without oikawa because he was sick and iwaizumi offered himself up despite having his classes end way earlier than you (and continues to do so when your brother couldn't accompany you)

or when you were 21, drunk off your ass at a bar and having him pick you up, knowing that his campus was literally halfway across town but still came when he heard you sobbing at the other end of the phone.

the little things he does makes your heart flutter, toes curl and mind only filled with thoughts of him. he's the reason why your standards in men are so high and you aren't going to settle less than any of that. you weren't going to settle if it wasn't him.

even so, you're pretty sure he doesn't see you in the same light. again, you've known each other for years, you basically grew up together, so you're pretty sure he only sees you as his best friend annoying little sister (even worse, he's own little sister)

"why does he have to be like that, makki?" you whine, your head lulling to the right to rest on your best friend's shoulder.

"that being?" he teased, taking a sip from his drink as he eyed you from the side.

"you know, irresistibly hot." you gestured to iwaizumi who was working at the counter, "how am i supposed to move on if i see him everyday?"

"that's your own fault. you know he works here."

you did but that's not the point.

"still," you grumbled out, "thought i was being obvious enough. can't he just, i don't know,reject me?"

"honey, you and i both know he's oblivious as hell. i think you need to spell it out for him to get it."

you groaned, hitting your head against the table again.

"hey, what if i set you up with a guy? maybe you'll learn to move on." makki suggested.

it wasn't like the idea of meeting someone new hasn't crossed your mind before. it's just that, well, they're not him.

"did you miss the part where haji's literally perfect and most men aren't?"

"ahem."

"most men besides haji and you aren't."

"better." he said smugly before continuing. "what if i made sure he checks all your boxes, hmm? i know a lot of people."

"i don't know," you bit your lip, "i guess i trust you…"

"that's a dangerous thing to do, you know?"

your head whipped to the sound of his voice coming from behind you.

"i'm literally your best friend, dude."

"not by choice."

a chuckle escaped your lips at his bluntness.

"hey!"

"what are you talking about and why are you trusting makki with it?"

before you could even answer, makki did for you.

"we were talking about setting her up on a date," he said proudly.

"a date, huh?" he eyed you from the side, "thought you had all the boys lining up your feet, princess."

you're so unfair, hajime.

"they're not that interesting, i guess." you said instead.

"good. keep your standards high. you can't trust men these days."

"you're literally a man."

"i'm different."

"ahem." makki not so subtly coughed again.

"like I said, i'm different—ow— i will literally kick you, makki."

you only smiled, never agreeing more with a statement. he was different, or maybe there was something different about the way you felt for him compared to anyone else. and as much as you wanted something more with him, you're smart enough to realize that that dream was way out of reach.

maybe going on a blind date wouldn't be the worst idea.

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"i'm so gonna kill you!"

"what'd he do?" makki said on the other line.

"not only did he criticize what i ordered, he even took some of my food and didn't even ask for it! he said and i quote 'a pretty thing like you can't finish this, right?' you know i don't share food!"

"i’m sorry bout that honey. he seemed pretty cool when i talked to him before. he did looked excited when he saw a picture of you."

"ugh men. that's it, i'm just gonna wait for my prince charming to come."

"so no more blind dates?"

"nope." you clicked your tongue as you opened the door to your apartment. "thanks hiro, i did appreciate the thought. i'm gonna call it a night."

"alright, sleep tight honey."

you removed the phone lodged between your shoulder and ear before dropping through keys in the bowl next to the door.

"you're home early."

you let out a gasp at the sudden intruder, your heart calming down when you realize who it was. "my god, how did you come in?"

"you gave me the keys, dumbass." iwaizumi shook the spare keys in front of you, then settled himself on the countertop. "so how was your date?"

"how'd you know it was today?" you took off your coat and immediately went to the refrigerator, taking out a can of—well two cans— of something that would probably make you forget your date.

"makki's not one to keep quiet, you know."

"right. well, it's a lost cause you could say."

"that bad?"

"yup," you downed it down immediately, wincing at the aftertaste. "what're you doing here anyways? it's late."

"had to make sure you got back safe." he said nonchalantly, "your brother would've nagged me if something happened to you."

"i'm a big girl, hajime. i can take care of myself." you said, annoyed, though your beating heart says otherwise. "pretty sure he's dying for me to get someone. he's always saying how i'm repulsing men."

"we both know that's not true, princess," he says.

ugh there it is again. that stupid nickname that makes you weak in the knees for the man in front of you.

"yeah well…" you started, avoiding his eyes as you spoke, "i appreciate you coming to check up on me but i don't need another brother breathing down my back, alright?"

you expect him to shrug it off or to roll his eyes like oikawa would but instead you're confused at his next words.

"do i really give off that impression to you?"

you turned your head towards him. it almost sounded like he was hurt. "what do you mean?"

"nothing." he says almost instantly after that. "nothing, i just— forget i said anything." and with that he goes off to grab his coat hanging by the rack.

but you were curious. because the way he said it seemed like it was out of surprise. like it's the first time he realized that.

"wait," you grabbed his arm before he could go. "tell me what you mean by that?"

was it the booze that made you act this way too? yeah probably.

" 's doesn't matter. forget it, alright?" he makes a move to leave but tug his arm out. you hold on tighter.

"tell me." you say, persistently. "i’m not letting you go until you tell me. i'll jump on your back right now even."

"let go."

"for someone bigger than my brother you sure are a wimp."

"are you trying to provoke me?"

"is it working?" you said before adding, "wimp."

"it's not working."

you pouted. "it always works with tooru."

"that's because he has a huge ego." he let out a yelp when you actually fulfilled your threat by jumping on his back. "hey, get off!"

"not until you tell me!" you locked your legs around him with your arms around his neck to stay determined. "this usually works on tooru too. only it involves a lot more hair pulling." you said triumphantly, before realizing how close your face has gotten to his. apparently he noticed it too judging by how wide his eyes are and how red he looks up close.

"if i tell you, you might hate me." he whispers, words only for you to hear.

"i could never hate you." that's ridiculous. you were literally in love with him, hello?

he looked uncertain, but eventually gave in when you were still stubborn to let him go.

“...i like you, y/n."

pardon?

"if you're messing with me, i will pull your hair out." you managed to say.

"please don't. mine doesn't grow as fast as your shitty brother."

"you're…for real then?"

"yes."

"then why would you think i hate you?"

iwaizumi winced, like the next few words were gonna be painful. "you said you think of me as a brother."

"because i thought you only saw me as a sister!" you blurted out.

"what?" his big saucer eyes matching your own. "what're you saying?"

"i'm in love with you." you bit your lip and continued on. "i've been in love with you ever since i can remember."

there. it was finally out, no takesies backsies. honestly it felt good to have that in the open. it was like ripping off a bandaid, painful but at the same time, relieving.

but then panic set in when he didn't say anything for a solid minute.

you watched as his face slowly turned red till the tip of his ears and his mouth opening, closing, as if still figuring out what to say. his hands moved first, slowly taking you off of his back and turning your body so you were now hugging him from the front, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"so… we like each other?" he says, lips unbelievably close to your own.

"apparently."

"so if i wanted to kiss you, your would say…" he trails off, eyes solely focusing on your lips.

"i'd say it's about damn time, haji." you mimicked his movements.

"about damn time," he mutters before claiming your lips with his.

about damn time indeed.

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thenanbakacorner · 4 months

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Hello! I'm glad to see you here again I hope you're well ^^ I was wondering if I could request some headcanons of Hajime, Upa, Liang and Samon from a female reader who gets along very well with children. As if one day they found her consoling or playing with the son of any guard and they simply caught baby fever. Thanks.

Sure thing!! I love writing stuff about kiddos,,

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🦍 Hajime 🦍

Hajime never really entertained the idea of children. For one, the two of you were already busy as it was with work, and Hajime never really thought he'd be great dad material. But boy, does that change one fateful day..

It's a usual day at work and his usual business, making his rounds around the building to make sure everyone's staying in line, traps are working, etcetera.

As he makes his way through a hallway he picks up on the sound of a child crying nearby. Heading to the fork in the halls and turning right, he sees you there, on one knee and petting the child's back, your soft voice comforting them gently.

For a bit Hajime just stands there, watching. Then you pick up the child and hold them against your chest, turning to notice Hajime there and smiling with a greeting and an explanation.

Apparently the child, whom is the son of one of the guards, had snuck off from his mother earlier and gotten lost.

Hajime didn't think the image of you holding a young child would set off certain neurons in his brain which made him imagine that child being his own with you.

That image keeps him up at night for more days than he could tolerate and soon enough, he's asking you how you'd feel about being the mother of his kids.

🧘 Upa 🧘

Being a dedicated Qigong Master, Upa never once had the thought of being a dad cross his mind. He found the idea to be too unimportant or even just distracting compared to his goals in life.

That and honestly, he couldn't stand hearing kids cry and throw fits. It always annoyed him.

One day while out training in the courtyard, one of the guards has their kid with them, letting them play, and of course, Upa is irked by the tot's squeaky voice distracting his training.

The kid ends up tripping on a loose root and starts wailing. Upa groans, but you on the other hand, run over and help the child to their feet, gently dusting off the knees and shushing them.

Upa finds himself staring a bit longer than he'd have thought he would as you rub their sore elbows, thumb away their tears, gently squishing their cheek in an attempt to make them giggle..

He doesn't realize he's blushing a bit until Liang asks him if he's feeling alright cause he's looking flushed

Upa mentally curses you for managing to make the idea of children actually seem tolerable and something he could want one day when out of prison with you

🍑 Liang 🍑

For the majority of his life, Liang has never really been around kids or interacted with them. Though he's sure during his time in the mafia where he was sicked on people, he must've orphaned a child or two. And the idea broke him.

Cause while he may not have been around children that much, he can't lie; he's got a soft spot for them.

Every now and then kids of guards show up at Nanba with their mothers, but today happened to be take your kid to work day, so there were a few.

He, his cellmates and you were running along the exercise track, not paying much attention to anything else. That is until you spotted a child running off from his dad.

You stopped to help the guard catch the runaway kid, taking the boy's hand and leading them back to the very thankful guard.

Liang ended up stopping so he could look back at you as you knelt down and gently explained to the child why running from daddy is not good and scooted them into his arms.

Thoughts of how good you were with the child bloomed into wondering how you'd be with a child you had with him.. then wondering why the hell he thought of that and having a blush attack.

🐒 Samon 🐒

Since you and Samon started dating he's actually thought of having kids several times, and those thoughts only grew once married to you.

But he never really got the guts to actually ask you about it, monkey man was too worried he'd disturb you

You can imagine his surprise when he sees just how good you are with kids one day

He just so happened to stop by a guard room that you were staying at, and when he questioned why you had a young child sitting on your lap, you explained that the guard had to run elsewhere quick and you were tasked with watching the kid for him

As Samon took care of the business he had at the room, filling out some paperwork, he couldn't stop his eyes from glancing up at every little giggle and laugh that came out of the child as you played with them.

Realizing you seemed to like kids just as much as he liked the idea of having them with you, it sent off fireworks in his brain and completely derailed his focus on work.

He finally had the balls he previously lacked to ask you about children by the time you both got through your front door.

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loveydovey-leviathan · 1 year

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iwaizumi x gn!reader

iwaizumi hajime is hopelessly in love with you, that much is certain- and it’s in everything he does for you. he lets you buy stupidly overpriced cereal that’s only priced so absurdly because of the little toys they have inside, and you already have an entire shelf of them at home. he always orders your favourite flavour of ice cream because you always ask for a bite of his food. he wears short sleeves and tank tops around the house because he knows you like touching his arms. he listens to everything you say and remembers the details of every single story, even if he couldn’t give less of a shit about the people in them. he loves you to heaven and back, you so much as say please and no matter how much he grumbles, anything he could ever give you is yours.

but maybe there is a limit to how much he can give you. maybe he’s spoiled you too much (he has).

“you're pretty,” you say with an innocent smile. like you haven’t been teasing him with this nickname since you both laid in bed. he doesn’t even try to turn his head to look at the time because he knows that whatever he sees won’t do him any good.

“stop it,” he grumbles, shoving his head further into your chest. he feels you softly combing your fingers through his locks, and he silently curses the effect you have on him. already, he’s starting to feel sleepy.

“my pretty princess~” you chuckle.

“go to sleep, [ ___ ]” his voice is muffled from his position, and his arms wrapped around your waist tighten as a warning, but he doesn’t do anything else to stop you. and apparently, that’s enough of a sign for you to keep going.

“my pretty little haji,”

“wha- little?”

“yep,” popping the ‘p’ at the end. “my handsome, gorgeous, beautiful hajime,”.

to that, his face starts to flush. and he turns his head away so you can’t see him.

it’s not as though he doesn’t like being complimented. of course he does, especially by the love of his life. he’s just a bit… awkward to say the least. growing up with a pretty boy, watching people gushing over how handsome oikawa was when he was right there didn’t exactly do wonders for his self-esteem.

“haji? you okay there?”

his thoughts are interrupted by your voice.

“m’fine,” he mumbles.

“besides, you’re the pretty one here,” he says in an attempt to woo you, and so hopefully you don’t pry into the topic.

it doesn’t work, for the most part.

“thank you, haji. but i still think you’re prettier,”

he knows you know what he was thinking. it’s one of the many reasons he fell in love. the way you always seem to know how to cheer him up. how you never take any of his harsh words to heart because you know he doesn’t mean any of them. the fact that you see all he does for you; he doesn’t need to write you love poems or speak sugary words to show how much he loves you.

and he sees all you do for him as well. when you finish the food he makes even if you don’t like it. how you make lunch for him every day because he always forgets. when you text him throughout the day just to check up on him or just to hear his voice. the little post-it notes you leave in the mirror before you go to sleep so he sees them the next morning when he gets ready for his early day run. he sees it all.

and he thinks life really couldn’t get any better, laying in bed with his lover late at night as they praise him endlessly- just because they want to.

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noosayog · 8 months

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[IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU] - ft. knight! iwaizumi hajime

warnings/content: princess! reader x knight/personal guard! iwa, royal au, arranged marraige, angst. One more after this!

wc: 2.1k

part 5. directory here.

With Hajime gone, the days fly by. Before you know it, the wedding is set to take place in a week. Your family will be arriving in a few days and will stay to attend the ceremony to be held in the Nekoma castle. There’s no need for you to lift a single finger. Your dress, itinerary, dinner, guest list were all prepared by the maids in the manor. And that was fine because this is not the wedding you always fantasized about anyway. There is no use in stressing over the details.

What you are excited for, however, is seeing your older brother again. While all the knights and courtesans in Nekoma are kind, you miss your family.

And despite your father’s brutishness, you do miss him. After the union, you know your opportunities to see him will be few and far in between.

And it goes without saying, but your sore heart aches for your knight. Iwaizumi may have broken your heart, but you would be lying if you said you did not miss him. You have already long resigned to the fact that you will love him forever, silly as that may be. At least once an hour, he double crosses your mind and the next 10 minutes will be spent thinking of him, a deadly mix of daydreaming about his smile and bracing yourself to keep it together when you see him again.

Thus, the days are spent lounging alone in the gardens with a cup of tea and untouched pastries. Sir Kenma and Sir Kai have long given up on checking in on you when the faraway look glazes over your eyes. Most of them, sharp and cunning, have seen right through you, knowing of your feelings for your ex-personal knight. They used to sit with you to keep you company, but that does little to soothe the loneliness that seeps through your bones. So they have learned to give you space. After all, they have the rest of this lifetime to get to know their future queen. The days go by in a blur and before you know it, the day of your family’s arrival comes.

You expect a summon to dinner that night, but none comes. You arrive at the dining room as you do every night and find it completely empty save for some of the maids. When you ask about the Aoba Johsai entourage and the usual Nekoma attendees, the maids only shake their heads. You have dinner alone and wander through the halls in hopes of running into some familiar faces, but the castle hallways are silent and empty. After a dragged out tour of the entire building, including the outdoor gardens, you reluctantly give up on your search.

Much to your disappointment, the next two days pass similarly. With the exception of Prince Kuroo having breakfast with you, the only human interaction you receive is from the servants. And with that, the day of your wedding arrives.

~•~

The morning greets you with bright sun and beautiful weather, blue skies and not a cloud in sight, perfect for an early summer wedding. Strangely, not a single maid disrupts your sleep, even after the additional half hour you spend lounging in bed. You decide to get up to find some breakfast and hopefully some company.

When you push your bedroom door open, two familiar figures standing guard on either side of your doorway turn to face you.

“Slept in on your big day, eh, Princess?” the first one teases.

“Pretty heartless of you,” the second one jokes.

“Mattsun! Makki!” you exclaim, wrapping each of them in a hug. “What are you two doing here?”

They chuckle warmly, patting you on the back and reciprocating the embrace.

“We’re here to be your escorts before it’s time to prepare for the ceremony,” Sir Hanamaki explains.

“Shall we have breakfast in the garden today?” Sir Matsukawa offers.

“Where’s Toru and my parents? Am I not going to see them before the wedding?”

“‘Fraid not, Princess. They’ve been busy dealing with some diplomatic shit apparently,” Hanamaki responds carelessly.

“Makki!” you exclaim at his inappropriate language. You have missed that.

“You’ll see them soon enough,” Matsukawa covers. “Well?” he prompts, offering you a crooked elbow.

You slip either arm through each of their proffered elbows and practically skip your way to the gardens.

Breakfast is a pleasant affair as the two catch you up on things you have missed at home. They go through a list of people and their respective updates, including your Father, Mother, Toru, Kindaichi, Kunimi, and all the others.

They tactfully keep Iwaizumi off the list and while you are undeniably curious, it may just be better off not knowing. It may even be better that he does not come to the wedding at all. You keep those thoughts to yourself.

After breakfast, they escort you straight back to your room after turning down your request to take a walk in the gardens.

“No can do, Princess.” Matsukawa declines.

“Don’t want you to run into any surprises, you know?” Hanamaki says cryptically.

Once back in your room, you’re left again to your own devices until lunchtime. At exactly noon, a knock sounds at your door. Without waiting for your permission, the door opens and you are greeted by another face you have missed dearly.

“Toru!” you exclaim, running over to your brother to tackle him in a hug.

He lets out a grunt as he catches the impact of your body, giving you an easy spin before setting you back down.

“Why haven’t I seen you since you’ve arrived?”

“I’m sorry. There’s been some… situations I have needed to deal with since arriving.”

He puts a strange emphasis on situations, but you do not question it. After all, diplomatic matters have always been more of Toru’s responsibility than yours.

“I wish we had more time to catch up,” your brother says, “but I have to ask you some questions now.” His eyes show a seriousness unbefitting of your whimsical brother, his voice solemn.

“Okay,” you agree hesitantly.

“I need to know if you still love Iwaizumi after all this time.”

You recoil at the question, surprised by the question and baffled by the relevance of the topic at this stage.

“Don’t think about anything else. Just be honest with me, as my little sister whose happiness I wish for. Be honest with yourself.”

“Yes,” you whisper. “I do still love him, and I think I always will. You may not know but Prince Kuroo and I… we agreed to…” you trail off, not sure how to explain the situation in a way that will not upset your brother.

He surprises you by nodding in understanding. “I know. I know what you and the Prince agreed to. And don’t,” he pauses a bit here, as if searching for the correct words.

“Don’t overthink what I’m about to ask, okay?”

You nod.

“If you had the chance, would you still want to be with Iwa? Forget all the circumstances. Do you still long to be with him?”

Your answer is easy. A tear escapes your eyes as you respond, “if he and I could simply exist as ourselves, and not as our titles, then yes. I do.”

Your brother smiles then. He gives you one more hug and something about the look in his eyes tells you not to ask anymore questions. You return his embrace, allowing yourself to cry silently in his arms. You don’t know how long the two of you stand there like that, only separating when another knocks sounds at the door.

It’s the maids, ready to prepare you for the ceremony.

Toru releases you, holding both of your shoulders steady. He leans down, face-to-face with you. “Don’t lose faith,” he says quietly, wiping the swiping tears from your cheeks.

~•~

When Toru leaves, the maids enter, but instead of the Nekoma maids you have become accustomed to, it is your old maids and good friends, Rose and Marie.

They are quick to gather you into a tight embrace, exclaiming about how you have lost weight and mildly reprimanding you for crying your eyes swollen on such a big day.

With little time to catch up, they prepare you, adorning you with ribbons, flowers, and jewelry, all while chattering away in their comforting voices. When you slip into your dress and finally see yourself in the mirror, a strange calm washes over you. The same calm that has developed in the days you spent daydreaming in the Nekoma gardens. The same calm that covers your consciousness in a blissful haze. The same calm that makes you feel like you are looking at someone else in your body.

It’s only as Rose and Marie join you on either side, admiring you through the mirror with tears in their eyes that you blink back into the moment.

“You are so beautiful, Princess,” Rose sniffles.

“We are so proud of you,” Marie adds.

You smile at them, fighting the urge to cry again and ruin all their hard work.

“And remember,” they say. “You are destined for happiness. No matter how this day ends. Now, you must go, Princess.”

This day has been nothing short of cryptic messages, but they are right. Outside, the sun is just beginning to lower itself onto the horizon and the sunset is a summon for you to be at the Grand Hall. You give your friends one last hug and a whispered “thank you,” before making your way out.

~•~

At your arrival, the large double doors open to reveal an intricately decorated setup, but sparsely filled. The number of attendees is incredibly few for a wedding of royal caliber. As practiced, you walk down the aisle, vision blurred by the veil covering your face. When you arrive at the front of the room, Prince Kuroo is not at the altar, as he was during the practice sessions. And instead of an ordained priest behind the altar, your father and Queen Kuroo stand in that place. You see the monarchs of each kingdom holding their stern expressions, but as you meet your fathers gaze through your veil, you see a kind look in his eyes, one you have not seen since you were a child. He gives you a small nod and in spite of your confusion, you proceed.

Your destination is on the small elevated stage by the altar. You take the 2 small steps up, dragging the train of your dress behind you and turn around to face the guests. As you finally get a good glimpse of all the attendees, you notice that Hajime is nowhere in sight. On the Nekoma side of the hall, the first chair closest to the stage is vacant. You are not sure who is missing from the Nekoma side save for your absent fiance.

The first to speak is Queen Kuroo, as you hear her begin to announce her son.

“Announcing: Representative of the Royal Family Kuroo, Prince of Nekoma, and future heir to the throne, my son, Kuroo Testuro.”

At the very end of the hall, the curtains are drawn and you see the Prince enter, walking down the same carpet you did just moments ago. However, instead of alighting the steps to join you on stage, he stands on the ground directly in front of you. He does not turn around to face the guests. You give him a questioning look and he just grins like he knows something you do not, though it seems more and more like everyone knows something about today that you do not.

Next, you hear your father clear his throat. His next words make you turn your back to the audience to make sure you hear him correctly.

“Announcing: Captain of the Aoba Johsai Royal Order of Knights,”

Your breath catches.

“And future heir to the Dukedom of the Iwaizumi estate, Iwaizumi Hajime.”

You swivel around abruptly enough that your veil slides out of position. Your obscured vision only sees a flurry of motion at the end of the hall. You see the curtain at the back of the hall pulled back to reveal a figure you dare not register as familiar, though it is one that you have watched and chased after for as long as you remember. Your vision grows hazy and you don’t know if it’s tears or the veil. So you pull the veil right off, not trusting your covered eyes.

At the other end of the carpet, is Iwaizumi Hajime, not in his usual armor, but dressed in formal attire, not unlike Prince Kuroo’s. His eyes are trained intensely on yours. Something in the way he looks at you, walks to the altar, and takes your hands tells you that he is not here to simply watch. He is here for you.

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letshaikyuu · 1 year

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can i um request sugar daddy au with kuroo bokuto ushi and iwa 😔👉👈

> haikyuu's sugar daddies.

a/n: i love this request and the amount of comments my friends and i make about wanting sugar daddies, this request is right up my alley AND APPARENTLY, there are 7 types of sugar daddy relationships so let's get started

warnings: if you don't like money or sugar daddies, do scroll past and i do mention sex a few times so under the cut ✂

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> kuroo tetsurou

"Sugar dating - combines the intertwined life of companionship with sex"

i can't see Kuroo as only being a behind the scenes man and sending you large amounts of cash out of the blue. nu uh, he's too interested in other people's lives, especially the life of his sugar baby.

the relationship will quickly developed if kuroo finds you interesting and his interest shows with him sending larger and larger sums of cash with each transaction.

as written above, sex does end up becoming a staple of this situation of yours. mind you, he is very upfront about his desires, so he immediately tells you that this situationship might turn sexual, giving you the opportunity to back out.

he does bribe you into doing things like: "if you give me a kiss, i'll give you 10€" or "give me a blow job and i'll buy you that new phone you've wanted"

> bokuto kotarou

"Compensated dating - monetary or material compensation for grabbing a coffee, a meal or attending a specific event together"

i don't think he'd have time or think much about having a partner, especially with a life as busy as his. so, that's where a sugar baby would come in! honestly, questions this possibility very frequently, but gives in in the end.

i feel like he'd ask you first how much money you'd like to be sent and if you need the number to be raised. will splurge on you all the time if you don't tell him to stop.

if he takes you out for coffee, it's a super pleasant experience because he's super nice and interesting to be around, and if he sees you reacting well to him, his behaviour and jokes, you bet your bank account is going to be singing as you finish your cup of coffee.

takes you to volleyball events as his "partner" and boy, the money you get afterwards is unbelievable. never pushes you too far and only does PG-13 things.

> ushijima wakatoshi

"Compensated companionship” includes a wider range of activities and often involves the person becoming more intertwined in the man’s life.

he'd want his sugar baby to be more of a partner to him, but without being labeled such? that sounds like such an asshole move, but oh well. also, this type of companionship rarely includes sex, like in this case.

he just wants someone who is willing to come to his games, greet him afterwards and go back to his place for a nice celebratory meal - no strings attached.

also the one who splurges unbelievable amounts of money and still thinks he's giving you too little. texts you quite often and asks of you to accompany him to the store, go buy some new gear for him and so on...always ends up buying you some stuff as well.

very very open about this situationship and isn't afraid to talk to anyone about it. it's his money and time he's spending with you, so why would anyone care about what he does?

> iwaizumi hajime

"Pragmatic love - the sugar baby is more than happy to let a sugar daddy care for them, and hopes eventually to be in a romantic, long-term relationship with him."

come on, who wouldn't want to end up with this man? he's like the epitome of all that's sexy, manly and appealing to the eye AND he's super cute and nice, so totally understandable. at first, he doesn't even know the effect he has on you.

out of the four, i believe he's the one who'd most likely convert or "upgrade" your situationship into a real relationship because iwaizumi seems like an emotional person - he loves love.

he also loves taking care of people, so besides giving you money for everything you need, he frequently invites you over to his place for a nice home cooked meal, movie marathon, some good sex if it's his birthday and such...it hits him pretty quickly that he's fallen for his sugar baby.

you don't have to wait long for him to properly ask you and start referring to you as his partner and not just someone he spends his money on because it feels nice to care for others.

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ending note: i forgot how annoying it is to tag things here...

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader #haikyuu!!#kuroo x you #kuroo hcs #kuroo haikyuu #bokuto x reader #hq bokuto #bokuto headcanons #hq ushijima #ushijima hcs #ushijima x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi x reader

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manjirot · 2 years

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𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 !!

sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader

your husband kisaki hires a hitman to kill you off but instead of that, things take a twisted turn of lust and revenge.

feat. kisaki tetta, hitman!Sanzu, hitman!Kakucho, ran and rin haitani, kokonoi hajime and mentions of manjiro sano

cw : hella unprotected sex, [sanzu is sooo nasty,] gun play, drug usage, violence, [john wick/faster type shit.] MINORS STAY AWAY!!

an : I hateee Kisaki but I feel like he fits this perfectly because as we all know he loves getting people to do his dirty work for him soo yeah!!

“I’ll be home late so don’t wait up for me,” your husband, Kisaki said to you coldly before walking out of your shared home.

No goodbye kiss or anything. Just a hard slam of the door behind him as he closed the door.

It’s been like this for months.. the late nights, the sweet smell of perfume that apparently didn’t belong to you and the way he’s been so distant. He barely touches you anymore or doesn’t even bat a eye when you try to dress up sexy for him, all he does says is for you to change because it’s unbecoming of you.

You knew deep down your marriage was falling apart but some part of you was hoping that it would get better….

—

The day went by and by then night came.. you were relaxing in the tub of your marbled bathroom, streamy hot water felt so good to your body after cleaning the whole house. After a while, you got up out the tub and grabbed the towel from the bar wrapping it around your body.

You did your nightly facial routine and decided to wear your lacey transparent nightgown… maybe if your husband sees this he’ll come around.. or maybe not. Either way, you wore it anyways. You slid on some hot pink panties and hopped in bed with your cellphone in your hand and scroll through your socials til you got sleepy.

Around about 11:30, you heard the front door from downstairs. ‘Tetta’s here early’ were your thoughts exactly as you heard the door closed but this time instead of his usual slamming, it was quiet… like he eased the door up and shut.

Footsteps creeped up the steps towards the bedroom you both shared and a sudden sense of dread came over you… that anxious gut feeling in your stomach tighten and you knew something was not right. You turned around and faced the bedroom door to look out but it was not but pitch black and the footsteps you heard came to a stop.

“T- Tetta, is that you?” You asked with a shakiness to your tone.

“No.” the voice answered and your heart almost jumped outta your chest. That was not your husband’s voice. A unknown man with a pink mullet and jet black mask over his mouth finally stepped foot in the bedroom holding a gun, aiming directly at you. “I’m afraid he’s not coming home tonight.” He said.

“Wh- what did y- you do to my husband!?” You stuttered out, clenched on to the sheets of your bed.

He chuckled, “that doesn’t really matter because you’re gonna be dead in a few seconds, doll.”

Without thinking another thought, you quickly jumped outta bed and tried to run and lock yourself in the bathroom but the man was so much faster than you. He instantly tackled you to the floor with you face down on the hard surface. You tried escaping his grasp but he was just too strong.. you began screaming for help but you knew it was useless. No one was coming to save you.

He managed to turn you around and face him, he then pulled down his black mask revealing his malicious smile and diamond like scars on his mouth, “do you really think someone is gonna hear your pathetic little screams?” He taughts. His blue eyes bore into yours as if he was staring into your soul like a demon.

His knee was in between your legs and the friction between it made your panties soak up. He leaned up and lifted your gown and he grinned once more, “sayyy, are you getting off on this? Does this excite you?” He asked with a tone of excitement.

“No I- please,” you whispered, “Is it money you want?? My husband—”

He cuts you off, “pfft, your hubby already paid me to get rid of ya!” Your lips started to tremble from his words. “Get rid of— no no, you’re lying!! He’d never—”

The man above you sighed, “this was actually planned months ago, darling. Hell, I had access to your house the whole damn time and could’ve killed you anytime but for some odd reason he postponed it. How you think I got inside so quick without any trouble? He made me a spare key!” He said with a wide smile.

Your husband of five years wanted you dead… but why? You knew things were rocky but you never thought the man you gave your whole heart to would ever put you in this kind of danger.

You began to sob loudly, “why— but why?? I don’t understand.”

“Shhh, there there,” The man traced your face with the barrel of his gun, “You see, he has a lover... been fucking her for years and now he wanna take things more seriously with her but you’re in the way, so that’s where I come in and handle it.”

He traced the gun from your face, down to your chest to circle around your nipples that were visible and down to your wet hot pink panties, “I’m a hitman, you know. I get hired to kill off all sorts of people and all of them were so interesting and satisfying as they screamed and begged for me to spare their lives.” He’s pushing the gun against your wets folds and you whimper out. The hitman looked up at you with hunger in his eyes, “but you are probably the most interesting one yet.”

“I’ve never got hard this hard on the job before… despite tons of women trying to seduce me with their bodies before I finish 'em off but… you are different.” He said, “get on the bed and take off your panties.”

You did as he said and got on the bed… you turned around to look at him and saw he still had the gun aimed at you, “whaddya waiting for? I said take them off!” He went and grabbed the stool out of the bathroom and sat directly in front of the bed.

“O- okay.” You said lowkey. You took your panties off and tossed them off to the side, now facing the hitman.

“You’re gonna give me a show. Got that?” He said.

A terrified look came across your face, “what kind of show?” He smiled like The Joker, “a pussy show, of course! I wanna see how wet you can actually get. Now play with your pussy from the back.” The hitman leaned in the stool, “I’m waiting.”

You gulped and slowly turned around, positioning yourself with your knees on the bed and your ass up, “L-like this?” You asked him. He shook his head, “uh huh, now show me.”

This was rather embarrassing for you because you never done anything like this. Of course you pleasured yourself but never like this nor has Kisaki ever asked you to do something so exotic just for him to watch.

You slowly slid two fingers into your slick pussy with ease slowly begin pleasuring yourself. Sanzu watched as your fingers moved and the more you moved, the louder your folds became. You whimpered because you noticed you were more sensitive than usual. Was it because a crazed hitman was eyeing you fingering yourself? Whatever it was, you weren’t complaining. It felt amazing.

“Shit,” The hitman blue eyes sparkled as precum was dripping out of your hole and onto your satin sheets, “you’re fucking leaking.” His words brought more arousal to your core and you were close.

“Stop.” He demanded. You stop even though you were close, like so close. You then feel something cold begin to enter your pussy and you instantly turn around to look at the hitman, “hey!! What are you doing!?” You asked panicking.

“Shhh,” he placed a finger over his lips, “trust me, you’re gonna feel so good with this.” He began slowly thrusting the object in and out of your cunt.

THE GUN!!

This man had his gun which is probably loaded in your pussy. “Take it— nghh, take it out please!” You begged, “I’m scared!! Please take it out!”

“Aww, are you really scared now? Well how come you’re creaming all over it, hm?” He asked while chuckling. “You’re a slut aren’t ya? You’re literally creaming all over my damn gun but you’re scared? Save me the fuckin’ bullshit.” He spat.

“Please,” you whined, “what if it’ll go off? Please just take it out!”

The hitman clicked his tongue in annoyance and yanked the now soaked gun out of your hole. Thank God.

“Turn around,” he demanded. You turned around just as he told you to do and now you’re facing him. You get a good look at the man with the moonlight shining through your window and hitting him directly and gosh, he’s freaking beautiful. His eyelashes are so long and pretty.. prettier than any woman’s you’ve ever seen. His diamond like scars on his mouth are even beautiful. He could definitely be a model if he wanted to or even a movie star but he’s a hitman… such a beautiful man is doing such hideous work.

His eyes scanned your body and he hummed, “you’re pretty as fuck ya know, but you would look so much prettier sucking on the barrel of my gun. So suck it.” He said, waving his gun in your face.

You hesitate for a few seconds but finally gave in to his demand. You licked the gun as if you were licking a popsicle. You twirled your tongue around the barrel and proceeded to lick around in a seductive way. The hitman watched closely at how you used your tongue and god, he was hard. He knew he had precum leaking out from watching how licked all your juices off the gun but what really done it was how you looked at him while sucking. He instantly fell in love with how you sucked the barrel without breaking eye contact with him.

He clicked his tongue once more and yanked the gun out of your mouth, “Kisaki is a bitch for wanting to get rid of you. You’re literally perfect.” He laughed and caress your cheek. “Well, if he doesn’t want you then I guess I’ll have you for myself then, yeah?”

You gasped and he stood up from the stool he was sitting in, “pack your bags alright.. you’re coming with me and oh yeah.” He said as he look back at your flabbergasted face with a huge joker smile, “The names Sanzu. Haruchiyo Sanzu, but I want you to call me Haru. Understand?”

I deleted part two bc it was horrible lol. I probably won’t make another part to this :,,) forgive me!

#tokyo revengers #tokrev smut #anime #sanzu x y/n #tokrev sanzu #sanzu smut #tr sanzu #haruchiyo smut #manjiro sano #tokrev fic #sanzu haruchiyo #ran haitani #tokrev kakucho

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brainfilehasstoppedworking · 5 months

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I'm sorry for the late headcanons BUT

(non despair au)

Junko has freckles too but she hides it with make up

Naegi, Byakuya and Kirigiri are class council

Kirigiri does most of the paperwork and arguments management

Byakuya handles the class trips, decorating their classroom for different holidays. He even gives out money so that everyone can buy expensive gifts for the secret santa (the class refused at first but Hiro, Aoi and Mondo begged Kirigiri and Naegi to let him do that)

Sonia uses internet slang irl and no one has heart to tell her how she sounds. "Omg that joke was so poggers I am rofl!"

Gundham has a whole lot of lore behind his divas and other deities he apparently fought/worshipped. Hajime is into it and knows it inside and out. They have a ton of inside jokes about it

OMGGGG, I LOVE THESE FJDBEJ

The Sonia one is SO ME LMAOO. I still catch myself saying 'poggers' after watching Luca Kaneshiro a whole buncha times. Anyways. I love these hcs. And the Junko one I see COMPLETELY!!! Because I always thought she'd have freckles like Mukuro. But she hides them.

#Love these sm *hugs my phone*#*giggles* Hehe #danganronpa #sam's talky talks #byakuya togami #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #junko enoshima #aoi asahina #yasuhiro hagakure #mondo owada #sonia nevermind #gundham tanaka #hajime hinata #There's no late or early to send some headcanons! Don't worry!!!

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prettyiwa · 11 months

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Hunter!Iwaizumi Hajime x Demon!Reader

rating: SFW content tags: Supernatural!AU, Monsters!AU, Reincarnation, Star-crossed Lovers, Hints of Rivals to Lovers, He remembers nothing, You remember everything word count: 1,100 a/n: This is a snippet of a story I may never actually get to. It's set in the same universe as Tear Into Your Soul (mind the warnings). Partially inspired by this art by Jenna Barton

In the distance, he can clearly make out the wolf’s silhouette, similar in size to the mountains she guards. Regardless of what Oikawa may say, she’s phenomenal, something Iwaizumi can only imagine to be created by the divine and not the damned. This world of theirs is scoured by demons and monsters, vastly outnumbering the humans that have thus far survived this hellscape. Even still, he doesn’t believe that all monsters are spawned by evil.

Maybe it’s as Oikawa says and his unwillingness to kill you is at the heart of it, but he’s learning that not all is as it appears, that not all that looks evil is. Hell, there’s probably truth to Oikawa’s belief—even if Iwaizumi’s apparently going soft, it’s you who first showed him what he’s now discovering. The wolf turns her head, scanning the horizon for threats and he’s struck by the distinct feeling that he’s intruding upon something sacred.

“Be careful.”

It should startle him, should have him on his guard, but your voice produces the opposite effect. He doesn’t need to turn to know that you’re incorporeal right now, nor does he need to ask to know what you mean.

The woods are teeming with predators, all desperate for their next meal. Some are mindless, driven by instinct and the base need to survive, but there are those who are malicious and intentional, cherishing the opportunity to torment their prey. He’s well-equipped to deal with most of them, but he knows there are those who would leap at the opportunity to devour him. Oikawa would argue that you are one of them.

“You won’t protect me?”

There’s a soft snap of twigs behind him, the slight rustling of leaves telling him you’re finally here. “There’s only so much I can protect you from,” you say once you’re right behind him. You carry on without acknowledgment of the shivers you send up his spine, though he knows you’re aware of them. “Besides, I was under the impression you didn’t want my protection.”

He’s not so sure anymore. Without a doubt, you’ll be there should harm ever befall him. You’ve never told him as much, never indicated anything of the sort after your initial meeting, but he knows it with every fiber of his being. If you asked him when he was younger, he would’ve been terrified by the prospect of a demon being there for him, but…

There’s something that soothes his soul, something that eases his anxieties, simply knowing that you exist. Something snapped into place, forcing him to acknowledge that his life without you was incomplete. It terrifies him to the bone just as much as it calms the raging storm that dominates his entire existence.

“Were you waiting for me to be alone, or were you wandering this same forest?”

You step into the peripheral, reminding him of those days when he would see a shadow in the corner of his eye and turn to find nothing. Sometimes you’re like smoke where you’re almost completely intangible, impossible to hold, this only supported by the fact that your true demonic form is obscured by the thick waves of smoke that undulate around you. Other times, you’re painfully real, your presence carrying so much weight it’s impossible to miss, impossible to ignore the way he’s pulled toward you like the moon is its planet. Even if you seem to be little more than a blurry figure at the edges of his line of sight, he can feel you step into place beside him, as sure that you’re real as he is that he’s breathing.

“Are you trying to suggest that this was a coincidence?”

“That’s assuming they exist—”

“They don’t. Nothing is a coincidence and nothing happens by chance,” you say, voice unnaturally cold. “If you allow yourself to believe that there isn’t an actor pulling the strings somewhere, you’ll wind up dead. Again.”

“Again?” he asks, turning to properly face you. You don’t look at him, eyes still ahead though he’s not sure whether you’re seeing what’s in front of you.

You don’t remember, do you?

The words from your first meeting ring in his head and there hasn’t been a time before now that he’s wanted so badly to know what you meant.

“What won’t you tell me?”

“Telling you won’t change anything.”

Grey smoke gathers at your fingertips as it does when you become agitated, though he finds no other trace of agitation on your features. An unusual breeze sweeps through the trees, dragging your smoke with it, leaving you both to watch the unnatural way it moves, circling around you both before blowing in the direction of the wolf.

With it comes a shift in your emotions—that he can sense it is worrying enough. An incredible, soul-crushing sadness swallows you before him and he’s struck by the sheer age of it, by the acute familiarity that comes with it. You two aren’t particularly close, but he feels as though you two have been here a thousand times before and that you two will be here a thousand times more.

He doesn’t love you, but he feels it in his bones—loving you is an inescapable and immutable reality that awaits him.

Something shifts in the distance, something that sends shivers down his spine and screams danger. The collective breath of the forest is held as the wolf stands, all life waiting for her next move. Her shadow covers nearly the entirety of the hill before her, and he’s frozen in place as she turns, the hollowness of her white eyes sharpening as they settle on him.

There’s but a moment’s notice before he’s engulfed in your smoke, in the thick scent of cypress with the barest disruption of something floral. Everything tightens and it becomes difficult to breathe as he’s caught in stasis until he’s certain the ground beneath his feet is different than it was before. He should be alarmed, should feel angered, but the proximity of you makes that impossible. Your smoke starts to clear and he recognizes this place as on the other side of the mountain, somewhere closer to the settlement, somewhere that puts you in danger.

“Don’t die this time, Hajime.”

A whisper, carried on the wind, much more natural than the last. He knows that you’re gone, but his feet carry him forward regardless, body searching for you of its own volition until he stops before a bush much taller than he, much older than the surrounding vegetation.

Before his eyes blooms a single red camellia and the flash of lives he once knew.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hq x reader #✒.ix writes #✒.always you #hq.✒

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remuswriting · 2 years

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painting pumpkins; i. hajime

Summary: Y/N shows Iwaizumi something he does with his family for Halloween.

Pairing: Timeskip! Iwaizumi Hajime/Male! Reader

Warnings: Timeskip: University, Reader is from Texas, nearly a crack fic with the way Y/N talks, Iwaizumi likes Y/N and Y/N doesn’t know

Word Count: 1,271 words

Notes: If there are any typos, then they’re meant to be there at this point bc I’ve edited this thing like four times now.

“Dammit,” Y/N mumbled next to Iwaizumi. They were painting cardboard pumpkins, because Y/N said it was what he did back home in Texas for Halloween. These would last far longer than any real pumpkin. And while Texas may have its issues, Y/N swore it has the “best Halloween ever.” “I got paint on my shirt.”

Iwaizumi looked to see that Y/N’s gray shirt had a long orange brush stroke on it. This was why Iwaizumi had opted to wear something he needed to throw away—an old white tank top he wore in high school. Y/N declared he wasn’t going to get paint on himself, so it didn’t matter what he wore. Apparently, that was wrong.

“Maybe you should wear an apron,” Iwaizumi suggested—well, it was most teasing. Y/N glared at him for a second before grabbing paper towels to dab the paint off. His brows furrowed as he worked on it.

“I wore this shirt every day in high school.” Y/N continued working at the paint on his shirt. “Hell if I knew why, but my mom wanted me to trash it.” He looked at Iwaizumi. “It’s one of those weird shirts that ya just love for no reason, but it’s not special. Kinda special to me, though, ya know?”

Iwaizumi didn’t know. He didn’t know what Y/N meant or why Y/N was telling him this. It felt oddly intimate, though. Probably because Y/N’s accent came out a little. He remembered the first time he heard Y/N on Skype with his family. He struggled to understand what Y/N and Y/N’s family said, only to be told that Y/N had only been catching them up on his week.

It was what made Iwaizumi believe Y/N when he joked he was the “master of code-switching,” because people hated the way he spoke if he didn’t code-switch. Apparently, everyone in the United States thought anyone from the South—Texas in particular—was uneducated and a bigot. Those two words didn’t fit Y/N in the slightest, seeing that he was pre-med and one of the nicest people Iwaizumi had met in America (that was an American).

Y/N looked at his shirt. “Do ya have an apron ‘cause ya can’t just suggest things ya don’t have.”

Iwaizumi stared at him long enough for Y/N to look at him. “We live in the dorms,” Iwaizumi said slowly. “Why would I have an apron?”

Y/N shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe ya thought ya’d need one? I don’t know your life.”

“The only aprons I had in Japan were my mom’s.”

Y/N’s face lit up. “I once had one that said ‘world’s best chef,’ but my brother stole it ‘cause he says my food’s inedible.”

“Is it?” Iwaizumi asked, and Y/N shrugged.

“I’ve never had an issue eatin’ it, but the rest of my family act like it’s the worst thing ever,” Y/N said before picking his paintbrush up and looking at the half-orange pumpkin. “I should’ve painted this thing white and made it a ghost. Or Dracula.” He looked at Iwaizumi. “Do ya know if Dracula was white?” Iwaizumi chuckled, which made Y/N’s brows scrunch together. “What’s so funny?”

Iwaizumi stopped laughing and shook his head. “Nothing.”

Y/N looked at him with narrowed eyes as he pointed his paintbrush at Iwaizumi. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” Iwaizumi said. Y/N nodded a little before painting an orange line down Iwaizumi’s tank top. “What the hell was that for?”

“Laughin’ at me,” Y/N said, smug. “I know everyone thinks I’m stupid, but I promise you, I’m not.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid,” Iwaizumi said. Y/N looked at him, annoyed, clearly not believing him. “I really don’t. It’s just that sometimes you say ridiculous things.”

“Like what?” Y/N asked, which Iwaizumi hadn’t expected. He also hadn’t expected for Y/N to sound genuinely curious. He expected Y/N to paint on his face, but he preferred this.

“Like if Dracula is white,” Iwaizumi said.

Y/N threw his hands up a little, Iwaizumi dodging the paintbrush. “Well, sorry that I never read the book or got into all that vampire shit.” He frowned. “I remember when Twilight came out, and my sister ate that shit up. I couldn’t see the appeal of it, though, ‘cause it doesn’t matter how sexy they are; they want to kill you!”

Out of everyone Iwaizumi had met in America, Y/N taught him the most American sayings. It wasn’t like Y/N was trying to teach him, he just spoke and Iwaizumi learned. But Iwaizumi could probably write a book about why Americans are weird for saying “ate that shit up,” and all the other international students would make it a bestseller.

“Dracula is described to be extremely white and old,” Iwaizumi said, trying to dig his brain a little since it had been two years since he read it. “It’s because he’s meant to be an ugly yet attractive character.”

“Don’t judge them.” Iwaizumi squinted his eyes at Y/N, who sighed. “It’s okay to be into old men. I have a friend from high school who’s dating someone older than her dad. I think they’re getting married soon.” Iwaizumi remained quiet. “Why aren’t ya saying anything?”

“Why are you okay with your friend dating an old man?”

Y/N shrugged. “She’s 26, so she can do whatever she wants. Hopefully, he’s rich, though. If he’s not, then what’s the point?”

“Like what’s the point in marrying if he’s not rich?”

Y/N’s eyes turned serious. It actually scared Iwaizumi a little. “What’s the point in marrying an old man if he’s not rich? If he’s not circling the drain, then why would I marry him? Like imagine having sex with a wrinkly prune.” Y/N shivered. “Disgusting. I’d have to be paid to do that.”

Iwaizumi laughed. He couldn’t help it. The way Y/N looked at him like it was the most important thing he’d ever say was funny, but also cute. Y/N was frustratingly cute, especially when he talked about random things that Iwaizumi didn’t entirely understand. Or really, when he just talked.

Then Y/N was laughing with Iwaizumi. His smile was wide and tugged at something in Iwaizumi’s chest. Another annoying thing was Iwaizumi liked Y/N’s laugh and smile so much that it hurt a little. That didn’t stop him from wanting to do or say something else to make Y/N continue laughing.

“Alright,” Y/N said as he looked at Iwaizumi’s pumpkin. He painted it orange, like a regular pumpkin, but Y/N frowned at it. “Are you going to paint a face on it?”

“Why would I paint a face on it?”

“Jack-o’-lanterns, dummy!” Y/N said, and he reached across the table, getting more paint on his shirt, and grabbed his phone. “My dad does the best ones! Let me find a picture!”

Iwaizumi smiled and knew he was fucked. If he told Oikawa this—that he was excited to see a picture of jack-o’-lanterns just because Y/N was excited to show them—he would be teased mercilessly. He wasn’t sure Oikawa would be too bad about it, because he had accidentally met Y/N when Y/N barged into the dorm—interrupting Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s FaceTime call—to inform Iwaizumi the cafeteria had the best selection for dinner. So, Oikawa would probably understand, just a little.

“Hajime!” Y/N said, barely mispronouncing it. Only Iwaizumi really noticed it, but it was because he was so used to hearing the southern lilt that always wanted to come out when Y/N spoke. “Are you paying attention?”

Iwaizumi looked at Y/N’s phone, where a photo of Y/N surrounded by 10 jack-o’-lanterns was displayed. “Yeah. Show me some more pictures.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x male reader #iwaizumi hajime x male reader #iwaizumi hajime

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sunpoffin · 3 months

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A little continuation of my kamuegi AU based off of @theamityelf 's tags and agere Izuru AU!

Fluff under the cut 💕

After coming back to himself and surveying the state of the room he was in, several things are immediately clear to Izuru. First and most obvious is that he doesn’t know how he got here. The light coming from the window outside slants across the floor, casting late afternoon shadows. Izuru has lost several hours. Second, the damage in this room was done by none other than himself. The footprints kicked against the wall fit his own shoe prints perfectly and line up with someone his height. And the blows have caused dents in the iron rebar behind the plaster that are proportional to his own power. (Though used recklessly, thoughtlessly, not a focused attempt to destroy the wall.) The blinds have been pulled down and scattered, the table in the room flipped over, gripped so harshly that the metal edge of it was deformed into a cast of the inside of a fist. Laying his own fingers into the divots proves that this too was Izuru’s doing. As he breathes, taking in all of this, a few strands of his hair stick to his face. Reaching up, Izuru finds that his cheek is wet with the remnants of tears.

It's as though he just had a child’s tantrum fit.

In tandem with that thought, a memory comes to him. Izuru is sitting in a car, in the cabin rather than as cargo for the first time in his conscious existence. The blanket he was given because Izuru was ‘only wearing a hospital gown’ still rests over his shoulders, the fingers of one hand idly tugging at an uneven seam. Naegi Makoto sits across from him radiating unnecessary worry, Izuru’s eyes tracking the world moving past them even as Naegi speaks.

“...I don’t want to overwhelm you or anything, so just say so if you’d rather not talk about this stuff right away,” The sound of a seatbelt creaking as Naegi leans forwards, an unconscious sign of sincerity. “but just in the interest of being completely honest with you, we did look into your background a little... We’re still trying to find out where your family is, so if you have any idea wh-“

“Hinata Hajime’s family is not my own. I do not remember the life of the person who inhabited this body before me, nor do I have any desire to return to it.” Izuru answers him, his eyes tracing over a mountainside of dead trees and exposed rock. The layers in the cliff face tell a clear story of erosion due to a lack of plant life buffering the runoff, the brush and trees having died off due to pollution. In the end, just as Izuru assumed, this world of despair was every bit as predictable as the supposedly hopeful one before it.

“You... only remember the Hope Cultivation Plan?” His voice is gentle, more of that worry bleeding through his attempt at neutrality.

“No.” Izuru doesn’t try to look back at the window, resigned to finish this line of questioning. “The Hope Cultivation Plan has been completed. I woke up in captivity and have remained so. First under the ownership of Hope’s Peak, then the Future Foundation, and now you have me.”

“Kamukura-kun... You’re not an object. I’m not planning on keeping you or anything close to that. You can stay with us for as long as you want, of course, but no one is going to stop you from leaving. I promise.” Because it would be tedious to explain to him that Izuru was always capable of freeing himself, he stays silent. That doesn’t seem to stop Naegi from continuing though.

“It’s alright not to know what you’re going to do next. You’ve got options. Staying here, or we could help you with getting a spot in one of the more established settlements, or even going off on your own. You’ve... apparently only been alive for two years and you’ve spent all that time in a cell pretty much, so I get it if this is a lot.”

“Two years, ten months, and nine days.” Izuru corrects him. “It’s closer to three years.”

Three years old.

It does not escape Izuru how his current circumstances, losing his memory for a short window of time within which he seemingly developed a different personality, compares to Fukawa’s experiences. It could very well be that Izuru, having been completed entirely within captivity, is not suited to this life. He cannot experience emotions like others do. Being presented with choices that mean nothing to him because everything is the same... is pointless. In that case, perhaps this is evidence of a new self coming through? A self which is more adaptable- a child. Izuru sweeps broken glass off the desk and begins to write.

In the end, Izuru favors brevity, noting down the basics of his situation, how this child should comport themself in order to be safe, and the locations of the hiding spots that Izuru plans to build for them within Naegi’s headquarters. He folds up the note and stows it in his shirt’s breast pocket, a small fold made on the outer edge so that it will be ever so slightly uncomfortable and therefore noticeable to the child.

With that, Izuru makes to clean up the mess the tantrum caused. Logically, Izuru understands that if he is right... Then suddenly being saddled with a child with limited self-control and access to his own abilities will make things difficult for him. Whoever this other presence in his mind is, they are a weakness. And any outgrowth of weakness from him should be pruned off. Realistically, it should have ended up as a hunk of grey matter on a surgical tray while Izuru was still in the process of being formed. Izuru’s body draws backwards and his head dips forwards, his hair falling over his forehead and across his face.

No. He does not want to destroy this presence. His teachers cut away Izuru’s emotions and stifled any pleasure Izuru could have gotten from making or realizing his own goals. This was because Izuru was meant to be a tool, something to be used for hope. The new presence within him, this child... is not like that. They very clearly feel. They very clearly need support and protection and care. They are lost, and lashing out directionlessly because of it. They have not mapped out the world through points of pain or boredom and won’t know that it will be necessary to defend themself. In that case, Izuru will provide the care they need.

As he exits the room, Izuru notes the small noises that tell him people are still in the building. This despite how the hallways are clear, and the main door leading outside the building has been propped open. Pointedly, Izuru ignores this. If Naegi wants him to leave, he will have to be more direct than that. These headquarters have made for a convenient place to rest, and will double as a safer place for the child personality. And until Izuru is ousted more forcibly, he will make good on his promise and fashion a few hiding spots for the child to escape to.

When Izuru next surfaces from a haze over his mind, he finds himself in one such hiding spot. The blanket he set down for the child to cover themself with if they chose, was all bundled up into a ball in Izuru’s arms, his fingers sunk deeply into the fabric. Taking account of his body, Izuru notes his steady heartbeat, his relaxed muscles, his renewed energy. Good. The child took some time to rest. And seems to be comforted by the act of holding soft things... One hand moves to his breast pocket to retrieve the note, this time smoothed of the fold that Izuru put into it earlier.

Spreading the paper out, Izuru sees that the back of it has been written on. It’s... his handwriting but not. It’s sloppy and quickly written when Izuru’s script was perfect and had no flourishes at all. Several places in the paper have also been punctured mid-character as though the child forgot themself and applied too much pressure. In the letter, the child thanks Izuru for building the hiding spots and for leaving snacks. That they liked the doughnuts especially and are there more? That hiding was alright but they were very tempted to talk to the other people living in the building. Why is it bad to talk to them? Why are they living here if it’s dangerous? They made a lot of loud noise while crying and that they’re sorry for making a mess. Will Izuru write back? Is it okay to go outside? They know things that they don’t remember learning about and they want to, quote, ‘meet a bird.’ The letter ends abruptly after that.

For a long moment, Izuru just holds the letter. Then he carefully folds it up and puts it in a different pocket. It occurs to him now that he has something he wants to keep, that he could store the letters between himself and the child somewhere in the room that Naegi gave him. Though the child asked many questions, Izuru has questions of his own. His head buzzing with ideas, Izuru returns to his room. He wants to bake for the child if they like sweets. He can gather materials about birds, or make them puzzles to entertain themself with while they hide. If they like to eat sweets, would they also enjoy baking? Where would they want to go if these headquarters aren’t ideal? Would they like a new name? Would they like Izuru to name them?

While Izuru sews them a plush rabbit to hold while napping, he thinks of even more questions. He notes them down carefully between sewing, and writing out recipes for macarons and lemon pound cake and flan, and finding a book of baby names to leave for them. Izuru Kamukura, stripped of kanji, of any ties to family, was an appropriate name for Izuru. Perfect, remote, with nothing to do with humanity. But this child is a person. They feel, they want, they are capable of change. They should have another choice besides Kamukura. They should have every choice. Izuru will ensure that they do.

After a while, a rhythm develops. Izuru gathers things for the child in the hiding spots he built and in his room, (as time wears on, it’s apparent that Izuru’s room won’t be intruded upon and that it’s safe to lower his guard there somewhat.) And the child, sometimes calling themself Izuru as well, sometimes Kotaro, or Hinako, or Usagi- they haven’t settled on a name yet... But little Izuru, will regale him with everything that they did while ‘awake’.

It's a comfortable enough pattern that when one afternoon, Izuru finds himself slowly coming back to consciousness while curled up on a couch in the lounge room, he can’t put his finger on what’s wrong right away. Until gentle fingers stroke through his hair and Izuru sits bolt upright, eyes wide and heart thundering in his chest. Naegi Makoto’s hands hover in the air above his lap where Izuru was just resting, his expression one of such bafflement that Izuru almost can’t consider him a threat at that moment. His features soften from shock into gentle concern. “Usagi-kun?”

Izuru shakes his head.

“Izuru-kun?”

Izuru shakes his head again.

“...Kamukura-kun?”

After a few beats of silence from Izuru, Naegi speaks again. “Sorry about surprising you like that. I didn’t mean to touch you without permission. Are… you okay? Toko sometimes gets a little disoriented when she switches, so it’s alright if you want to rest here. O-or if you just want to in general! I really don’t mind.” He sounds very genuine. Izuru has not moved from his spot pressed up against the far edge of the couch, the armrest digging into his lower back.

“Why are you talking to them?”

Naegi’s brow furrows in confusion. “What?”

Izuru is focused on Naegi and on the exits and on taking inventory of himself to assure he is unharmed. “The child. Why are you talking to them.” Izuru’s throat feels tense and he would correct it if there weren’t other, more important things to focus on. “I don’t interact with you because you make no demands of me. But if you were to ask me for something, I would do it. I instructed my other self to refuse any of your requests if they really do want to speak with the other people here. So why are you being kind to them? Manipulation is not necessary. It would be much faster to simply ask me for whatever you might need.”

For an unknown reason, Naegi looks hurt. “Kamukura-kun... I’m nice to them because everyone deserves kindness. Everyone should have someone safe they can go to. And if I can be that, even for a few people, then there will be a little less loneliness in the world.” He blushes, seemingly self-conscious. “…That and I really do just want to make friends with you.”

“You want to be my friend?” The answer is a reflex, more than a conscious decision. Slowly, Izuru is putting things together. Little Izuru felt safe enough to sleep around Naegi. On the TV, a documentary on sea creatures plays- his other self has mentioned an interest in starfish before. And the blanket that was covering Izuru a few moments ago, is patterned with little rabbits.

Naegi smiles. “Yeah, with little Izuru and with Kamukura-kun, both. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way though, you can still stay here as long as you want. You really don’t need to do anything for me...”

The thick feeling in Izuru’s throat is becoming painful. But he no longer feels as though Naegi is a threat.

“Thank you.” He says it carefully, like stepping out onto a sheet of ice that he isn’t completely sure will hold his weight. “…If that is the case, then I will watch the rest of this here.” Izuru announces. “to see what my other self likes about it.” It would not make sense to draw away now. Izuru was just asleep and if Naegi wanted to harm him, he would have done so by now. Which is why it’s perfectly logical for Izuru to stay. And then, afterwards, to follow Naegi into the kitchen and bake the cookie dough that he had made together with Little Izuru earlier.

#kamuegi #if you squint lol but im tagging it <3 #izuru kamukura #makoto naegi #theamityelf #and yes izurus love of bunnies here also means that he would adore usami ^^#mimi writes

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more-than-a-princess · 10 months

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Closed, plotted starter for @quickdeaths !

With a frustrated groan, Sonia yanked open the double doors to the Jabberwock Island's movie theater. The third island, barring the hospital, was a mostly quiet, deserted sort of place: the majority of their day-to-day activities were confined to the main and second islands. So she had expected to have one of the three places she could most often be found on the collection of islands that made up Jabberwock to herself.

Crossing over the threshold and greeted by the faint scents of mold, caramel, and curry, she was in desperate need of it. Each week, the awakened and healthy (at least moderately: they could clean, feed, and dress themselves) former remnants were assigned meeting times with a member of the Future Foundation. What amounted to be part-therapist, part-guidance counselor, the Future Foundation were meant to advise them on how to navigate the state of the world, cope with the atrocities they'd committed virtually and in reality, and come up with a plan for after Jabberwock Island. While in theory the option was there, to live their lives out on a secluded island for the rest of their days, the Future Foundation could not assist them indefinitely. Supplies would become scarce and help would be nearly non-existent: it was better, they thought, that the former Remnants of Despair be instilled in society and begin repaying their debts and embark on the most normal lives they could possibly have.

Everyone, it seemed, except Sonia.

"Who does he think he is, the head and final say of the entire organization!?" She spat to no one in particular. "He never actually considers that I might be an asset to the Future Foundation's operations." Letting the doors slam shut behind her, she glared down at the paper in her hands before tearing it into strips, crumpling them into a ball, and throwing it into the rubbish bin. It was excessive, yes, but she didn't often have a vehicle to exhibit how much she despised her weekly sessions. Each Remnant was paired with a member of the Future Foundation for the duration of their stay, and it was Sonia's utter misfortune that, apparently, only Byakuya Togami could stomach dealing with her. Aoi Asahina had been too soft-hearted, taking pity on the former princess and her reliance on various substances, her insomnia, and how useless she felt at anything beyond being royalty. Kyoko Kirigiri had given up when she hadn't been able to reason with her, and Makoto Naegi was often too busy to speak to any of the Remnants besides Hajime.

In turn, that left only Byakuya Togami. Seemingly devoid of a proper beating heart in favor of efficiency, duty, and responsibility, he was the only one willing to chastise Sonia for her habits and unwillingness to embrace what she was: Queen of Novoselic. He was also the only one to, time and time again, deny her requests to join the Future Foundation. The crumpled-up ball of paper strips had been the most recent incarnation, where she had detailed the various services she had to offer the organization: translation, interpreting, a vast knowledge of law and economics, leadership experience. Anything that involved her not being sent back to Novoselic.

Something that, no matter how hard she pleaded her case, the Future Foundation insisted there was no place for her. Fuyuhiko, she heard, had experienced the same, though he seemed to accept it. But she was adamant: she was certain that sending her back to Novoselic would be sending her to her death, if the news reports from Europe were anything to go by. She would've gladly signed away all of her family's wealth to those already there, looking to rebuild, but the constant reminder that it wasn't just money, it was guidance and an understanding of how the nation was run, was crucial. Frankly, Sonia didn't think any amount of guidance would be useful if there were daily protests demanding the Future Foundation deliver her home, or at least her severed head.

Beyond the threat of her own life, she had her reasons: the reason being, apparently, very close to awakening from his pod. Torn between anger and anxiety, she'd decided upon the few things that could distract her in a state of sobriety: a film in the theater, a visit to the library, and something terribly indulgent from the Hotel Mirai kitchens, in precisely that order.

What she didn't expect was that she wasn't alone. Traipsing up the stairs to the projection room for the theater's sole screen, she stopped short at the doorway: Yaguchi, either selecting one of the reels from the shelves or debating about how to put it in the projector.

"Y-Yaguchi," Sonia half-stammered, half-coughed. There would be little she could do to hide how she'd flung the door open with a firm slam, her hands in balled, clenched fists, or her brows that, for the past hour at least, appeared to be permanently furrowed into an irritated expression. "I am sorry, I did not know someone was intending to use the theater. No one really comes here, especially during the day. I can find a film on disc in the library to take back to my cabin instead, so you may watch your film in peace."

Peace was precisely the last thing she felt, anyway. But she'd find something to lose herself in, so that, for a little while at least, she wouldn't scream something she didn't mean to the entire Future Foundation. "If you need assistance with the projector though, I can help you," She sighed. She'd turned her heel and then remembered that, out of everyone, only she and Hajime had figured out how to set up the reels precisely, to best preserve the film inside. "You will not be able to watch any of the films in this theater otherwise."

#quickdeaths #post neo world program verse #(I hope this is okay! Let me know if you need anything changed)

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theblackinnkeeper · 2 months

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Komahina is not better than hinanami a response to @serahne

This is another response post I’m making to respond serahne on her post on why she ships komahina and doesn’t like hinanami. I understand everyone is entitled to their opinion however this was so atrocious I couldn’t help but respond(begins under the cut)

Okay first off Nagito didn’t try to kill everyone because he was heartbroken (in fact that would make komahina look even more toxic) he killed because he found out the truth that everyone was an ultimate despair except for nanami I can’t believe I have to explain that to a komaeda fan now my stance on nagito’s actions still haven’t changed but if she makes this mistake we’re in for a fun time

Lady this guy saw his whole desire and still rejected it I don’t think it’s gonna be that easy

Another thing I hear people like you criticize hinanami saying that having Chiaki encourage hajime makes their relationship dependent and therefore toxic and you have no problem letting nagito’s development depend on hajime

I’m annoyed you don’t see the irony here

I’ve read it it sucks don’t bother looking at it but no he is not and everything you use as proof is either taken out of context or twisted to fit your interpretation he may have trouble facing it sometimes but to say he is someone who runs from it all the time is a clear mischaracterization

Doesn’t help that he tried to frame himself as the culprit wait I thought he was supposed to be the hard route

Yes nagito motivates him to find the truth but that’s because he wants to see hope succeed

Conveniently forgetting memory loss aside hajime doesn’t not try and deny he’s not an ultimate although it reopens some emotional wounds for hajime

Another thing apparently rejecting a toxic and abusive worldview is escapism and you should just stay in it that’s right let the walking rotting Corpse enforce this toxic worldview while all you’re insecurities come and resurface sheesh

Uh he is scared because we learned just how deranged nagito’s plan was and even then hajime is still left with more questions than answers about nagito after the trial

Are you being serious right now komaeda never does that the whole message of the hopes peak storyline is that you’re talent or past do not define who you are or your path in life and that you can choose your own path nagito is the antithesis of the message he equates talent with worth holds ultimates as the center of the world and views those without talent as expendable he constantly beats it into hajime’s head that he is worthless and expendable Chiaki is the one who helps him accept himself the classmates are the ones who help him accept himself nagito doesn’t do that

1. Nagito made himself look like the killer

2. Doing that would mean falling into monokuma’s trap

3. Yes that the whole message of the hopes peak story I guess hajime should’t even be here then

4. Nanami belives that her talent limits her take her perspective into account

5.hinata isn’t depressed he doesn’t show any sighs of clinical depression

6. Great so apparently the guy who dictates worth by talent is a better match for a guy who struggles with insecurities of being talentless than a girl who loves and accepts him regardless of being talentless in a story the criticizes the mindset of dictating worth by talent good grief

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #Chiaki nanami #sdr2 #dr3 #anti komahina

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forbidding-souda · 2 years

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Hey could I get Hajime, Nagito, and Chiaki with an aggressive/agitated sleeper?

Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, and Chiaki Nanami with a S/O who is an aggressive sleeper

ya'll I found my favorite show on a free movie site and then apparently it's on disney plus so I

I used to be a hella aggressive sleeper so I'm gonna assume I know what you're talkig about.

currently listening: inamourada - 2019 mix by london after midnight

playlist: london after midnight mix

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-Mod Souda

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Hajime Hinata

✯ He's gonna try to find solutions, firstly. He is gonna do things like putting a wall of pillows between the two of you, else put you in a sleeping bag (not really, but he was thinking about it). When you annoy him too much he is going to grab a blanket and wrestle you into a cocoon. Whether you wake up during this struggle or not has no affect on the outcome.

You laugh, throwing a pillow on his stomach before jumping on it. "It's not funny," he says. "I think it's funny." You brush a few strands of hair away from his forehead. You had waken up in the middle of him forcing you into a cocoon, and you had someone managed to out strong him and escape from it. The loss made him grumpy. "See," you give him the lightest of kisses, "next time I'll let you win." "You'll let me?" "We'll see how generous I feel next time you wake me up." I could say the same, he thinks.

✯ He take punches like a champ so tbh eventually he'll deal with it.

✯ Intrusive thoughts will win and he'll elbow you back before being like god damnit why did I do that.

✯ You do have your own blanket, though. He hopes this makes your struggle a little less aimed at him. It's weighted.

✯ This man will drive you to the building of a sleep specialist and then leave you there.

✯ Where he draws the line is when you push him off the bed. That's when the forced blanket cocoon starts.

✯ Talking in your sleep is a no-go, he is going to leave the room, that shit is trippy.

Nagito Komaeda

✯ It usually only happens when something good proceeds it, of course. He knows when it's coming, too. The two of you will have an excellent date, and that night he will have a helpless smile on his face as he awaits the inevitable. He doesn't complain, since the whole thing means that something amazing will happen afterwards. Plus, it's not that bad. He's been through worse. Flying elbows and grumpy faces affects him none.

He had made his journey to the kitchen, getting waters, since now that he's waken up first he's made it his job to get you some water for the morning. He likes being considerate like that. He reenters the bedroom to find you already awake. "Good," you sigh. "I thought I had finally killed you in my sleep." "No," he says. "You're not that lucky..." You take the water from him and wave his words off. "No, but I've gotten close." He softly laughs, and you eye him to make sure he's not actually agreeing with you. He hums. "Ahah, but did you find yourself sleeping well?"

✯ If you didn't already know you sleep like a maniac, he isn't going to tell you. You won't find out.

✯ You won't find out at all.

✯ Your episodes of pushing him off the bed and growling in your sleep just means he's going to invest in a coffee machine (which breaks, because of course it does).

Chiaki Nanami

✯ Hey, stop making her lose her game. She will get up from bed and slide down the closest wall if it means that you'll stop bothering her. She has a hard time sleeping as it is, and your little unconscious gimmicks are not a fun thing to deal with. She is not going to actively find solutions as to make you stop, she is going to find ways to prevent herself from being involved with it.

"Where did the blue one go?" You eye the handheld console she's playing on. "Hm?" "You had... a blue one, didn't you?" "Oh yeah," she speaks with empty, distracted words. "You broke it." Your nose scrunches. "No, I didn't." "Yes," her eyes meet yours, even as she continues tapping. "In your sleep." You don't remember, of course you don't. She was playing in bed when you had sent your arm flying, knocking it to the floor aggressively. She has dozens of different consoles, so it's not like she was going to force you to apologize or cry over a broken game. It was just a funny thing she likes to tell Hajime about - it's cute.

✯ You can be one of the reasons she sleeps standing up all the time LMFAO.

✯ If you talk in your sleep then that's something that scares the shit out of her.

✯ She is keeping important things off of the bedside table. Just in case. Just in case...

#hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #chiaki nanami #x reader #hajime hinata x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #chiaki nanami x reader #danganronpa #sdr2

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starlightshadowsworld · 7 months

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Danganronpa 3: Despair Arc episode 1

Thonks.

I love the framing of zooming out of Chisa's death to her sat in a cinema.

Because it's back to the past my dudes.

The colour pallet and tonal shift from the first episode of the future arc is jarring.

Like end of the world, arresting Makoto, put into a death game.

And now, high school.

Glares at Jin Kirigiri Can't wait for you to blast off.

Chisa is what I imagine a fusion between Ishimaru and Makoto would be like.

The fact there's only 4 people who showed up and one is Fuyuhiko.

I see you mister too cool for school sat in the back of the class with your feet up.

You ain't slick.

Mahiru and Hiyoko talking, Sonia sat front and center all posied.

It's insane how just one frame of them sat in class before any words are spoken, perfectly sums them up.

Chisa not being fazed by any of this, love it.

I mean honestly even her saying she doubled down on health insurance before she took this job.

Makes sense.

Super high school level or not they're still high schoolers.

And getting into Hopes peak is the hard part, once your in your in.

Your set for life when you graduate.

And as Mahiru says as long as you pass your exams and keep up your talent your good.

Why would you bother attending regular classes if that's the case.

Oh Mikan, your poor sweet child, get up.

The maid apron, guess shits going down. Ohh you're gonna show up to class, whether you wanna or not.

... I didn't need the very descriptive image of a mouldy orange but I get it.

Sonia matching Chisa's energy, yess.

Fuyuhiko tried to deny the power of friendship.

He loses.

Now I dunno if pulling a blade on a student, stabbing his table and look very much like you'll stab his hand... is the best idea.

But she spoke his language and for it got his respect.

Which I'm glad because as fun as asshole Fuyuhiko is, I like when he's friendly.

Also given the erm... Shit going on in this school, I don't think they can say much.

Just be glad Peko isn't here.

Why are we in the mens bathroo-...oh wait, Nekomaru.

Nevermind.

Nope, that's Sonia.

And the blood is pink here.

... Wish I didn't have to get that information from Teruteru having a nosebleed over Sonia ordering meat.

Sigh

I'm glad Chisa ties him up but knowing him he'd like it.

Annnd he does.

Idk if he flirts with guys in the game, but apparently Teruteru loves all.

... Way to much and way too intensely.

Stay classy, Teruteru.

Akane being spiderman, wasn't what I was expecting but here we are.

And if course they need Teruteru to cook to get Akane.

Smart.

Sonia is just getting all the pervs to go to class.

I don't care what anyone says, Gundam is so cool.

The animal shed looks like some kind of temple, torches are lit and he's standing above.

And there's giant statues of the 4 dark devas of destruction.

The bat's that signal his arrival.

"Speak the name of evil and it shall appear. You gaze upon Tanaka the forbidden one."

Gives a speech about destroying this corrupted planet.

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼Now that, is how you make an entrance.

Ibuki's guitar being part flame thrower just makes sense.

Peko just apologising and going, makes sense.

Idk why Fuyuhiko is suprised about Peko's job. Is it a secret they're in the Yakuza?

I mean he was scouted because of it right? Idk maybe I'm missing something.

Did... Soda just get hit by a truck?.

Oh I get it, Nagito went to get a drink and now he's gonna end up with a Soda.

Slow claps

... Nevermind the truck broke the machine and he gets all the drinks.

Great show of his talent, he had bad luck and than immediately got good luck.

The four dark devas with teeny lil brushes is so cute.

... Wait so Ryota was apart of this class?

I thought he was gonna end up being Imposter but, huh... Interesting.

Because he's preseumbly the only one who didn't become a Remnant?

And he and Chisa got out.

Hajime!!!

Hears his thoughts of people insulting him.

Hajime 🥺

Chiaki!

... Wait wasn't Chiaki just programme in the simulator? She wasn't real like the others were.

So this mean that she actually existed.

... Oh... That's not good.

I know Hajime isn't apart of the 77th class, he's a reserve course student.

But man it feels werid seeing them without him.

And he's already got those negative thoughts about himself and his lack of talent.

At least Chiaki seems like she's gonna be a friend to him, especially from what we know from the game.

... But that wasn't really her but based on her.

... Hmmm....

Wasn't expecting Hajime to be from a rich family but I guess it makes sense.

Reserve course or not, Hope's Peak is one of the most prestigious schools.

The fact they have a uniform and the Ultimate don't, immediately putting them in their own category.

I find it interesting how Makoto is now seen as lower than everyone else.

Everyone who's an Ultimate while they wonder if he even deserves his title.

And he's wearing a suite identical to Hajime's.

A symbol of the reserve course, of people the talented see as beneath them.

Chiaki offering a unique outlook, the outlook I know Hajime won't accept.

Given... Yeah.

That you have the freedom we don't, you have the ability to do what you want while I just have a pile of video games.

Similiar to how Leon dedpite his talent for baseball wanted to be a musician.

"Let's put something else first, our hope."

Nagito: Hope

Me:... Oh no.

I mean now your speaking his language.

Chisa knows Munakata already?

I wonder if they went to school together than?

Also Munakata your hair looks so much better here.

What happened man?

Oh they definitely know each other.

So Chisa, Munakata and Juzo the guy who best Makoto all went to school together.

... And now we're going back to the present where she's just been killed infront of them...

Oh boy

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