#beanst0ck tings

[beanst0ck]

my mom just told me to clean my room because we’re having people over and im just like excuse me what 😃

#where tf am i gonna hide my kenma cutout #why does she need to give a whole house tour #beanst0ck tings

[karasuno-volley]

@hword4tsukki​ requested : greetings and salutations, can I request an academic rivals to lovers with tsukishima? (you can add other characters as well :D) ♥️ I just need something to motivate me to stay on the honor roll 🤓

TSUKISHIMA KEI + ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS

pairing : tsukishima kei + gn!reader

warnings : none !!

a/n : yes !! rivals to lovers is something i’ve never written before ( academic besides ! ) but i really liked the challenge !! this one got a little bit away from me so it’s a little bit longer than i would normally write, so i hope that’s okay !! so sorry this one took so long. work and life, y’know. likes / reblogs appreciated, no reposting please !! love, volley. 

     Tsukishima doesn’t know what to make of you. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He knows who you are—how could he not? You sit beside him in math class each day. Unconsciously, he feels like he’s working against you, as if you are some sort of unspoken competitor. Like Hinata is to him in volleyball, you are similar in academics.

     At first, he tries to ignore you. Actively avoids you, even as you offer a group study session to keep everyone on track. Yamaguchi also hunts him down, asking where Tsukki was when everyone was working together. The tall blonde had simply told him to not worry about it. 

     You cannot read him—it’s like talking to a brick wall. You figure that Tsukishima doesn’t like you, and that was that, but even as your grades fall side by side (what was a 97% to a 98%, a 100% to a 99%?), you are never seen together outside of class. Sometimes, you swear he’s staring at you from across the hallway, and you catch yourself returning the favor more than once.

      Late night study sessions beget other late night study sessions, and slowly, as your peers go home one by one, you are left alone in the fluorescent-lit classroom. Until you hear footsteps, and feel a familiar gaze burning through you. Glancing upwards, Tsukishima is there, and he was obviously not expecting to see you. 

     “You study?” You mumble, going back to your math book, glaring at the equations on the page. 

     “Sure I do.” It takes a long time for the middle blocker to wander into the room, slowly sliding into his regular spot without even thinking about it. Right next to you.

     You attempt to ignore him, staring down at your own work as you hear a zipper, a book gently set down on his desk, and a sigh fall unconsciously from his lips. You feel and hear Tsukishima every day, so why is this moment so different for you? The silence of the school is broken for a few moments by the gentle turning of pages, pen scratching at paper, until you decide to speak.

     “Did you, uh… Need help with something?” 

     Tsukki leans back in his chair, eyeing you. “Why do you say that? I got a better grade on the quiz last time.”

     “By one.” You correct suddenly, and cut yourself off. You didn’t want to start another stupid argument about grades. “You just never come here, is all.”

     “Well, I figured it would be more quiet here than anywhere else. My mom can’t pick me up until later, and my brother has volleyball practice. I didn’t think you’d still be here-- maybe you’re the one struggling?” There’s an annoying smirk on his lips, so you decide not to justify him with an answer. 

     Silence overtakes the room once more, and you’re so focused that you don’t notice his presence behind you until he leans down, his lips right by your ear. “You got this one wrong. You’re decimal’s in the wrong place.” You huff, trying to ignore an odd sensation that grows from somewhere inside you, and allow Tsukki to grab your pencil, gently erasing and fixing the mistake. 

     Nights pass by like this, sometimes once a week, sometimes twice, until it becomes almost a ritual for Tsukishima to appear beside you. The only words the two of you speak is when one of you asks a question of the other, or you correct each other’s work. It is silent and oddly relaxing, but neither of you would admit it to the other. Once, late at night, his hand brushes absentmindedly against your own when taking your pen, or when leaning down to grab something from his bag. 

     The lull and calm of the nights drag on this way for a while, until, three months after he’d first come to study, his hand interlocks with your own. You cannot bring yourself to pull away, and both of you hold your breath for the next thirty seconds, waiting for the next move. You squeeze, feeling his fingers wrap smoothly around your own, like they were always meant to be there. Tsukki doesn’t look at you, or, at least, he doesn’t lock eyes with you. You can feel his gaze on you at other moments when he’s supposed to be working, and even during the day, he’s there in the hallway, between classes. Before, his presence used to infuriate you, but now, your emotions calm when you see him.

     You try to talk yourself out of it, but when you find yourself walking side by side with Tsukishima down the hall, your hand brushes against his. He inhales suddenly, and you think you’ve ruined it all, before he grabs back. You feel the warmth of his hand radiate inside of you, and you can’t stop a shy smile from appearing. He no longer stares at you with confusion or anger or misunderstanding. Something in the air has changed between you, and slow nights become tinged with a glow that is infectious. 

     When he asks you out to a date, you agree.   

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[sugakuns]

one big joke ★ DSD part six

DSD mlist

“Hey are you okay? You look like you’re gonna pass out” Yachi observes as she gently takes the plate of watermelon out of your hands and into her own. Subconsciously, you find yourself nervously chewing your bottom lip as you let the sharp knife fall into the facilities sink, picking up the other tray that had already been prepared.

“I really don’t wanna see that guy..but I’ll try my best to act normal” An airy laugh passed through your lips as you spoke, eyes nervously flickering down to the metal plate in your grasp. The other managers had already headed out, thanking you for cutting the watermelon for them.

After the little interaction on Twitter, you hadn’t replied to the counterfeit blonde. It wasn’t like he pushed you to reply anyway; he hasn’t tried to contact you all day. You supposed it’s in character after Hinata described his personality during one of the many times he boasted about his new friend.

“You coming (y/n)-chan?” Yachi calls from the kitchen doors, using her body as leverage to prop the metal doors open. Her voice brings you out of whatever daydream you’ve found yourself in, sending a shock of surprise through your body. Somehow, your body seemingly moves on it’s own as you trail after the younger blonde, thoughts trailing back to the faux blonde. Why can’t you get him out of your head?

“Tanaka please eat slowly!”

“Hey! One piece at a time!”

“Hinata sit down!”

“Chew with your mouth closed boys”

Why are boys so gross? How did Kiyokyo do this on her own for a year? How have you even made it a year with this team? Where’s Daichi for crying out loud?!

An evil but familiar snicker comes from beside you and with one quick turn of the head you see who you expected to see. Tsukishima is standing there, laughing at the distraught look on your face as you watch the shit show in front of you. They’re like savage beasts! What’s going to happen when they hear about the barbecue?

“What are you laughing at four-eyes?” You sneer as your eyes narrow at the taller boy. He’s holding a half eaten watermelon and deriding at your predicament. Yamaguchi happily chomps away at the vibrant fruit, not bothering to stop the little feud going on in front of him. Luckily, Tsukishima seems to have standards when it comes to making fun of girls.

“(Y/n)-san!” A hand clamps down on your shoulder, a bright and girly voice ringing through your ears. Your head snaps away from the dinosaur lover to meet the wide eyes of one of the other managers. You only met briefly but you’re pretty sure her name is Yukie, at least that’s what she told you.

“Yes Yukie-san?” You ask the vibrant girl. She breaks out in an apologetic smile “Would you mind handing out the rest of your watermelon to Nekoma? We just ran out and the boys haven’t had any yet..”

You nod, waving at the now disappearing girl. She left as quick as she came.

As your eyes scan the greenery and land on a group of boys who seem to resemble cats, you realise that you haven’t seen the blonde boy you were worrying about earlier.

“Excuse me” you announce your presence as you walk over, making it clear that you were only there to give them the watermelon. A tall boy with spiked black hair notices you first, a large and unitentially creepy smile appears as he walks foreward to lift a slice of the watery fruit.

A few more boys litter in and out, taking slices as they please. You’re about to leave when the black haired boy, who had introduced himself as Nekoma’s captain Kuroo, pulled someone over by the back of their shirt.

“You need to eat fruit” Kuroo scolds as he grabs a console out of the boys hand. An amused smile tings at your lips as the boy seems to deflate as his device being confiscated.

“Here, take the last few pieces!” You hold the plate out, smiling at the boy even though he couldn’t see you. The boy seemed familiar to you, but you couldn’t shake it off. Maybe you had seen him before?

Said boy shakes himself out of his friends grasp and roughly turns around, eyes widening as he stares at you.

You wouldn’t made fun of his comical expression if you hadn’t had the same one plastered on your own face.

“Are you the girl from Twitter?” He easily composes himself, all the while you’re even struggling to comprehend the situation. How didn’t you recognise him? His hair stands out from a mile away!

“Um..yeah” Heat rushes to your face as Kenma’s gaze doesn’t falter. With a polite and rushed bow, you turn around and scurry away to your own school group, hand already itching to grab your phone.

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[lnarizakis]

PAGE TWO; CHAPTER THREE

Tsukishima stared up at his bedroom ceiling, sighing. He knew he shouldn’t have talked to her, and he knew he shouldn’t have done what Yamaguchi told him to do. How he wished he could just… erase what had just happened. He wanted to go back to before he remembered (Y/N), and how she came back in his life. He picked up the phone again and called his best friend.

Yamaguchi picked up right away.

“Tsukki! How’d it go?” There was no need for any greeting when Tsukishima called Yamaguchi out of the blue, or in a dire situation like now. A silence greeted Yamaguchi back, and he followed up with another question. Or perhaps several.

“Are you okay? What did she say?” Another silence followed. “Tsukki? Did she not… accept your confession…?” The tone of Yamaguchi’s voice grew slightly worried, and he was afraid that Tsukishima was going to be in a worse mood than he already was by the time they went back to school.

The blond swallowed, and he responded after what seemed like a decade to the boy on the end of the other line, “She didn’t even say anything. She just left.”

Yamaguchi didn’t know what to say. Even only having met (Y/N) once, he knew that she wouldn’t leave just like that. There had to be some explanation behind her sudden exit.

“Maybe, Tsukki, maybe she was just really shocked. Like, she didn’t expect your confession at all,” he suggested. Perhaps it was true, for when he confessed to her it seemed like a sudden outburst of feelings, and she was taken aback. Tsukishima’s phone vibrated in his hand, and looking down at the screen, he read in big, bold letters: “(Y/N).” It was a text notification. Unlocking his phone, he received several texts from her explaining her abrupt leave.

“Tsukki? Are you still there…?” Yamaguchi called out. Tsukishima hummed, signalling his presence.

“She texted me back.” His words were tinged with awe in the fact that she actually followed up with her reason behind her sudden leave.

“Yamaguchi, I’m going to have to call you back. She’s back home now, and she wants to call me again. I’ll let you know what she says.” Without giving the other a chance to speak, Tsukishima hung up and waited for (Y/N) to call him.

His phone vibrated, and for a second Tsukishima couldn’t do anything but stare at the screen, lit up with the words “(Y/N) would like to call…”, and the tinted reflection of his face looking back at him. His heart began racing, and for a second he was a little hesitant about answering her call. He pressed the answer button, and right away she began speaking.

“Hi, Tsukishima! I am so, so sorry for leaving right away. It reminds me a lot of, um, you know. Well, anyways. I wanted to tell you that I’m flattered that you think of me that way… but I think I need a little more time to think over my feelings for you before I can give you a definite answer. Thank you, again…”

She hung up right away before he could say anything else.

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[beanst0ck]

THERES DARK MODE ON GOOGLE DOCS NOW

#it’s so pretty #i would normally just change the page color but THIS #im vv happy now #beanst0ck tings

[beanst0ck]

i need fluff ideas for yamaguchi..

#anyone got some? #beanst0ck tings

[beanst0ck]

me and my group were working hard, ya know, actually getting stuff done.. then the teacher decided to add a new girl into the group and we have to rearrange everything 🙂

#normally i wouldn’t be too mad #but this girl is never in class #like ever #she never shows up and never does her work #if we fail bc of her ill ✨cry✨ #beanst0ck tings #bean panics over presenting

[beanst0ck]

when your friends tell you to shut up bc you accidentally predicted something 💔

#that’s right iza IM TALKING ABOUT YOU #hate it here💔 #it’s about the bnha leaks btw #shits wildin #beanst0ck tings

[beanst0ck]

its been 3 weeks and i still haven’t chosen an athlete to write my essay on and it’s due today 🧍‍♀️

#well #my procrastination said: #✨you can do it later✨ #can i write an essay in one day? #let’s find out- #beanst0ck tings

[karasuno-volley]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI + TAKING IT SLOW

pairing : bakugou + gn!reader

warnings : none, i think. let me know if you need something tagged ! 

a/n : okay, i admit that i binged mha in like 3 weeks do not @ me. i wanted to write something quick for my fave explosion boy. no manga spoilers bc i’m currently not reading it. haikyuu + requests soon ( also, feel free to request something from mha as well ) !! love, volley. 

     The city is a constant hum below your apartment’s balcony, the sunlight filtering lazily into your bedroom. On mornings like these, you’re more likely to forget everything. A truck stutters and comes to life, coughing smoke to the air as it takes off down the busy road, and your hands tighten a bit on the railing, your eyes fluttering closed. The sun burns pink and purple and neon, until you open your eyes again, and it stays the bright orange of the early hours. 

     You hear the sliding door from your bedroom squeak open, and without turning around, you can feel him there. Imposing, silent. Still sleepy from the night before. His arms snake around your waist-- carefully, so as not to interrupt your train of thought, as if you had one at this moment. A sigh falls from your lips as Katsuki’s face becomes buried in the space between neck and shoulder, leaving tiny butterfly-soft kisses up your jaw. He hums against your skin, rough and heavy, tinged with exhaustion. “You should have woken me up.” Bakugou grumbles, and you tilt your head backwards, looking upwards towards the pale blue of another summer morning. 

     “I’m sorry.” But you aren’t. Both of you know this. And besides, you like the way your fiance cuddles your pillow when you’re not between the sheets with him, back when the room is hot and covered in a tinge of violet light by dawn. The pro-hero continues his kissing trail upwards, finally landing at your lips when you turn your head to greet him. Below the balcony, a car engine starts and drones away down the road. Bakugou pulls away then, but grips your hand as if to make up for the lack of contact, leading you back inside. 

     You watch as Katsuki heads for the closet, tugging out his costume-- or at least the under-armor portion. The rest -- the more dangerous pieces-- are cautiously stored by the door, under lock and key. You don’t hear him for a while, mind distracted to when you’ve seen him like this before. An abandoned warehouse. A crazed look in his eye. Fire. 

     “Oi, idiot.” Bakugou’s gripping your shoulders now, forcing eye contact. He has not been loud with you in the weeks since then, and doesn’t yell much either, except for maybe when on the job and in front of his agency’s heroes. You’ve seen him then, of course. Hair spiked and arms crossed and a permanent scowl etched across his features. It’s an odd thing to compare him to these slow mornings, with softer hair (though still a bit pointed) and tired eyes, a frown that is genuinely concerned rather than openly upset or angry. “Hey, are you good? I asked if you wanted to go for breakfast or something, since I’m taking the morning off. Go get ready, and I’ll meet you by the door.”

     Two hours later, as the pair of you exit the tiny cafe, Katsuki stops short, tugging out his phone. You pause with him. “What are you doing?” 

     “Calling one of my interns.”

     “Okay, why?” 

     You shift your weight from one leg to the other, watching a few more people pause and stare at the number two hero. You step a bit closer to him, and sensing your unease, his gloved hand grabs your own, still warm as always. “He’s gonna meet us here to take you home.”

     “Katsuki, we’re just a few blocks away. I can walk, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

     The way he glances at you-- eyes hard and nearly on fire-- catches you off-guard. He’s still on edge. You don’t want to admit it, but you are, too. “You’re not going to argue with me on this, idiot.” A few more cars pass, a group of schoolkids pause their game of tag to carefully weave around you two. Ten minutes later, a kid in a light blue costume arrives. Undoubtedly a UA student who can’t be more than sixteen or seventeen. “You know where you’re going, right?” Bakugou’s voice is as harsh as always, though deeper than his high school days. The kid jumps slightly, nods. “Yes, sir.”

     Katsuki squeezes your hand a bit. “Alright, I’m leaving. When you’re done, you go right to the agency. No stops. I’ll be waiting.” The boy nods again, clearly a little nervous. You watch as the pro-hero makes his way down the sidewalk, cutting a path through the groups of people there. The sun reaches higher into the sky, and when you close your eyes again, all you see is orange and red and yellow-- the colors spin until they blend together into something that is all too familiar and comforting.  

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