Haikyuu boys reaction to the "he's gone. come over" prank. yes this is super old. does it look like i give a fuck? Anyway, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kenma, and Suna for this one 😙
romance 101; guideline #54 — keep it real, the movies give butterflies but they’re often misleading. when you show affection, don’t follow a script.
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❥ fun facts !
[name] is in the marketing program.
kiyoko models on the side, she’s slowly been appearing in fashion shows.
kageyama has been drinking orange soda 3x a day, it’s a new addiction.
love sick ! a suna rintarou social media au
synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people look for to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).
a/n — i was just rlly itching to update ! lol, i was also rlly productive schoolwork-wise today hehe
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Summary: When a guy asks for your number, you sternly insist on a condition that leads to unexpected love.
Content Warning: Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Suggestive, Eventual Smut, Canon-Compliant, Swearing, Social Media AU, Drinking
Author's Note: Trying my hand at social media aus because I had an idea. It's going to be a short one but these are fun to do. But also, they are so much work :/
might have not been the best idea to go clubbing with your friends on finals week but once you catch your eyes on a mystery hottie, clubbing might've just been the best idea yet.
social media au, college au, romance, crack, fluff, & everything in between
⌒☆ synopsis : when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?
⌒☆ content: actors/celebrity au, social media au, modern au, enemies (got off on the wrong foot) to friends to lovers, slow burn (sorry 😞), mild angst, fluff, crack/humor
🎬 chapter names may change as the story progresses + unless stated differently, ignore all timestamps
🎬🎧 — playlist
STARRING:
。o♡ HOT dummies // mentally sane + atsumu ig? 。o♡
( minor chars! )
LIGHTS:
01. vengeance (like batman)
02. vroom vroom! im here (୨୧)
03. wtf is love
04. sweet dreams (or not)
05. hi, mr. charismatic
06. give me a break (୨୧)
07. morning madness
08. you ruined my coffee with your scowl (୨୧)
09. emergency conference meeting!
10. strangers (?) at an amusement park (୨୧)
11. perhaps a malfunction?
12. a mistake, 100% a mistake
13. your words
14. message sent, message received
15. tolerate! tolerate! tolerate!
16. me, you, and a beautiful sunset (୨୧)
CAMERA:
17. snap out of it!
18. brewing up a storm
19. do not disturb
20. conversation over coffee
21. cat chase (୨୧)
22. tba
ACTION:
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a/n: hi!! this is my first ever smau + my first time posting on tumblr so pls be patient if smth looks off (and if smth does, pls kindly inform me!!). i want to thank @idlerin for inspiring me to make this, so many thanks to syl!! u should check out her smaus and other works, theyre all amazing!! asides from that, i want to give the fattest biggest thanks to my best friend may (@kqbukimono) for putting up w/ my spontaneous questions and for giving the best advice ever (ure the best ig 😜). she also helped me choose the title! ok im being too nice, he might make fun of me. thank u so much to everyone who is planning on reading my smau!
two years after breaking up with your ex, osamu, you have moved on with your life. you finally get a big role in an up coming tv show after years of small insignificant roles. when you find out that your co-star is suna rintaro, your ex's best friend who you despise, you plan on dropping the role. however, suna isn't exactly how you remember and for some reason you start catching feelings.
pairings: suna x fem!reader & osamu x fem!reader
genre: angst! written + smau
tropes: actor!suna, actor!osamu, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers
warnings: 18+, love triangle, miscommunication, cheating, toxic relationships, unrequited love, explicit sexual scenes, asshole charactes
glances were exchanged as you were sitting on the bed, resisting the urge to bite your nails and instead fiddling your fingers.
you could tell how your friends grew more and more uneasy with every passing second, noticing how you were still looking for the right words, like you were afraid of how they might react. and yet you knew them well enough to be aware that, while feeling uneasy, they tried to keep an open mind, fearing that once they’d call out loud for the devil, he’d be there, right around the corner.
“thank you guys for coming,” you finally broke the ice, still fiddling with your fingers in your lap.
all of them nodded. “of course,” it was aran, who sat on the bed next to you, who replied, his lips curling upwards.
you didn’t know if he was trying to comfort you or himself.
you cracked a weak smile, briefly looking at each person in the room before looking back down. “guess i better get right to it, huh?” you mumbled, just about loud enough for everybody to hear you.
“please,” kita affirmed softly.
you opened your mouth to continue, but soon found out that no sounds could escape. you tried again and again, only to close your mouth over and over again.
just how were you supposed to say it?
you mentally groaned in frustration, clenching your fists and digging your nails into your palm.
your friends grew concerned, their eyebrows furrowing. aran leaned slightly forward, examining your carefully. “(y/n)? are you okay?” he asked.
maybe you should just rip it off, like a bandaid? or ease into it? you didn’t know.
and realistically speaking there was nothing you could do to soften the impending impact.
“i’m getting transferred” you started slowly, swallowing down the lump in your throat. you shyly looked up again with a weak smile on your lips. “out of this hospital”
immediately your friends leaned closer to you, their facial expression softening at you, tense frowns being replaced by warm and cheerful grins. “did you find some specialist?“
your heart ached at the hopeful sound of aran’s voice. did you really have to crush that hope? could you even be so cruel?
“that’s good! great even!” kita continued, an honest smile on his face.
meanwhile suna only shrugged, but you didn’t fail notice how his face lit up. “yeah! you’ll finally be able to leave this abomination of a room” he looked around the room before shrugging once more, focusing his attention to you again. “sounds like a great thing to me”
“this room does suck, yeah,” you agreed weakly, trying to ignore the weight on your shoulders, pressing you further down every second your friends celebrated the supposed good news.
“see?” atsumu grinned, no longer leaning on the wall and instead walking towards the foot of your bed. “i’m sure it’ll all be okay”
osamu agreed with his twin, playfully shoving him after catching up with him, leaning forward. “it can’t get much worse, can it?”
they sounded so hopeful. why couldn’t you sit here with good news?
you clenched your jaw. “guys—“ you started, yet found yourself unable to continue.
“can it?” osamu repeated, waiting for you to affirm him.
hope. what would they do if they found out that there wasn‘t much hope left for you?
you pressed your lips together, wishing you could just pinch yourself to wake up from this, wishing that all of this was just a dream.
and maybe it was.
osamu and atsumu exchanged another glance, as if they had to confirm that you were indeed quiet, instead of happily sharing some great news. nervously, the blonde twin spoke again. “why aren’t you saying anything?”
maybe it was a dream. but that dream turned out to be a nightmare.
next to you, aran shifted in his seat, looking at you nervously. “(y/n)? what’s going on?”
you knew you should speak up. say something, anything.
but you just couldn’t.
instead you looked at your hands, your knuckles became white as you flexed them more and more.
what were you supposed to do?
you didn’t know just how to respond. you didn’t have any good or even slightly hopeful news with no clue how to break them to your friends.
you wanted to. you needed to. but how?
the boys grew more concerned with every passing minute, especially once they noticed how aran, your best friend since you could even think, had shut down, just like you did. they looked at each other before deciding to sit down on every surface near you — next to you on your bed, on your bedside table, pulling up a chair to sit in front of you.
you could practically feel how their heart ached.
after a while, aran leaned back, his hands intertwined in his seat. he couldn’t even look at you anymore, his eyes instead focused on the floor. “you’re not being referred to some specialist, are you?”
you swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in your throat. “no,” you whispered, shaking your head slowly.
you couldn’t see how your friends looked at each other again while aran reached over to you, grabbing your head, like he had done ever since you were children. it was a familiar gesture, one that always gave you comfort and reassurance.
but today you felt your heart crack as soon as his hand engulfed yours.
next to you, suna turned his upper body in your direction, his hands shoved in the pocket of his sweatshirt. “then where—“ he stopped for a second, like he was afraid to continue, afraid of what you might say. “where are you going?”
you opened your mouth, only to close it again, your throat protesting the second you tried to produce a sound.
you couldn’t.
“(y/n)?”
“hospice“ your voice wasn’t louder than a whisper and if it wasn’t quiet in here then you were convinced that nobody would’ve even heard you. and as soon as your voice died down, silence settled over you again — you practically could’ve heard a pin drop.
hospice.
not daring to look up, you instead continued to stare at the floor with such an intensity that you almost feared to burn holes in it.
“wait,” osamu frowned, taking a deep breath. instinctively he reached out for his brother’s hand, a habit the two of them had ever since they were kids, and atsumu gave it a squeeze. “you’re going to die? is that what you’re telling us?”
yes you were.
“(y/n)?”
you hated the sound of kita’s voice. he sounded so unsure, so weak.
kita was never one of these things. he had always been a rock, a safety net.
and now the net had a big hole in it.
“please, say something,” it was suna who begged with a shaky voice, fidgeting in his seat as he silently prayed that he misheard. that all of this was a giant prank. a dream. anything but reality. “anything”
“i’m sorry,“ you breathed out, clutching aran’s hand forcefully as you finally, finally, allowed tears to escape your eyes, leaving behind a wet trail on your cheeks. you looked up at your best friend, practically shivering in your seat. “i’m so sorry”
evanescent
/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”
it's the second year of high school, and everyone are either in a relationship or is getting into one. everyone except you. it's not like you care anyways, you've got better things to worry about. but when your seat mate offered you a deal to provide you lunch for the next 40 days of school in exchange for you to be his (fake) girlfriend, it's hard for you to turn the offer down.
pairing :: pre-timeskip!suna x fem!reader
genre :: romcom. smau. fluff. angst. crack.
tropes :: fake dating. friends to lovers(?).
status :: on hold until i finished my heizou smau.
taglist is open :: comment to be added (ask will be ignored)
cast :: live laugh eat & repeat - aye we ballin'
SEASON #1 — YOU WERE OUT OF MY LEAGUE
001 :: BE MY GIRLFRIEND
002 :: place holder
003 :: place holder
004 :: place holder
005 :: place holder
SEASON #2 — ALL THE THINGS I BELIEVED
...tba
SEASON #3 — GOT MY HEART BEAT RACING
...tba
SEASON #4 — MORE THAN JUST A DREAM
...tba
note :: im really excited for this one 'cause i miss haikyuu so much and i need this fandom to rise from the dead ‼️ and as usual, updates will be sporadic and timestamps are irrelevant to the story unless i said otherwise.
a/n — i am completely aware that most of the people who are on this taglist asked to be added a year ago, so i would like it if people would comment here or simply like this post as confirmation that they still want to be in the taglist! i’ll give it about a month? and if people are still inactive or can’t be tagged i might need to remove (so sorry huhu) to make room for more people if that’s okay!
EDIT: this is now the official taglist!
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love sick ! a suna rintarou social media au
synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people for look to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).
you wake up with a pounding headache with the scent of your ex still lingering in the room. you look to the right and see the bottle of vodka that’s 3/4 finished with a note saying, “better to not drink alone.” in handwriting you knew too well.
“when will this cycle stop,” you shake your head as you spot the same bouquet that has been always given to you when you call him over drunk.
ever since your breakup with semi eita your drinking habits have been becoming worse. after he cheated the last words he exchanged were, “we both know you’ll come crawling back,” before slamming the door on your face. you swore to yourself that it would never happen but deep down you were sure as hell it would.
the night you broke up you and your friends got drunk and high to wash out all the agony of the breakup out.
a month after your breakup you decided to drink your stress of mid-terms away alone in your dorm while juvia was out. that night you called semi and begged him to come over. he came with a bouquet of flowers and your favorite snacks. with a few kisses here and there and words being tossed in the air you both knew this was bad. every morning you’d wake up with the lingering scent of him.
since then, every time you get drunk alone semi is at your door with the same bouquet of flowers repeating the cycle.
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what ab suna’s dm 😞💔
for context: juvia didn’t know ab this until the 5th visit but decided to keep it shut
hana is the only one who knows y/n’s been seeing him
y/n only sees semi while shes drunk
i fucking HATEEEEE writing its not my strong suit so pls dont attack me i just need it for the context