#but right nkw they’re just

[atinydragon]

Realized that my current form of characterizing Echo and Whisper is by doing this so I had to make a meme of it

#g/t community #g/t meme #i will get around to actually writting #about echo and whipser eventually #but right nkw they’re just #my dudes #my guys #lol #oh gohs this isn’t #actually g/t specific #now I want to repost it to #my main #though i dont think i’ve actually done #it there #if u see it there #no you didn’t lol

[oshicakes]

them dating a very serene and quiet but sweet and talkative to them

pairings. kageyama tobio x reader, haiba lev x reader

an. im sorry for taking it so long on posting/making this but here's your request, hope you'll like it! have a nice day.

Kageyama Tobio

they just won their game and nkw qualified to play in nationals.

everyone was cheering. "y/n, cheer for your boyfriend!"

"yeah, you've been so silent for the whole time. you should cheer and shout for your boyfriend."

you just smiled to them and look at your boyfriend again, who's resting a bit on the bench.

the ceremony was done, people are exiting the stadium.

"tobio!" you called for him. you run to him and instantly wrap your hands around him.

"y/n! i really thought you weren't coming!" he gently pushed you away and held your hands.

"you know that i wouldn't miss it. you we're so great there! specially those service aces! it's facinating to watch but it really looks painful when it hits your body! but it's so cool! your sets we're perfect! you always try match it in each of your teammates. you're really into the game, like all your attention and focus is on the game and that's really great. and oh, you and hinata really have a good chemistry on the court!"

"really?"

"uh-huh, you're really cool out there."

"you think so?"

"YES!" and smiled widely at him.

the both of you just chuckled. you we're interrupted when his teammates called him.

"see you at school." both of you bid your goodbye to each other and walk silently.

"is there some kind of switch that you have?" one of your friends asked.

"huh?"

Haiba Lev

you spend your time waiting for your boyfriend in the library where there is peace and enjoy what you're reading.

"y/n, can i borrow your notebook? i missed the last part of the lecture." your friend asked.

you handed the notebook to your friend. "thank you, y/n! you're really an angel."

you just nodded then continue reading again. an hour later they bid their goodbye to you.

"y/n." you looked beside you and saw your boyfriend, catching his breath.

he rested his head on the desk, while his head is turned to you. you caress his nape.

"are your practice done?"

"hmm, coach isn't around actually. we just played a couple of rounds."

"are you doing good? yaku-senpai have been complaining to me how you always ditch him, and even kozume-senpai."

he pouted. "it's because they always get mad at me."

"they're helping you to be the future ace. you're their key to win the games. you need to practice a lot to be an ace, right?"

"yeah, can you help me?"

"sure, anything for my ace." you smiled sweetly at him.

the two of you stopped by at the convenience store where some of his teammates are there too.

but failed to realise because both of you were immersed in your own words and world. laughing at the funny video of a cat.

"i still can't believe y/n-san could laugh that loud." inouka said which the others agreed.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama headcanons #haiba lev x reader #lev x reader #lev headcanons

[sprydecreates]

warning: angst

pairings: gary litg x fem!reader

[y/n] sat on the edge of gary’s half made bed; the covers were obviously used, but pulled up last minute to look alright for her. “so,” she said, pressing her palms against the navy blue fitted sheet, “this’ll be the last time i see you for what, a month?”

gary nods, “yeah, guess so.” he lets out a huff as he flops on the bed beside her, “unless i come back or something.”

she lifts one side of her mouth to show unamusement, “you won’t gary.”

he closes his eyes and takes in a soft breath, “lets hope.”

[y/n] falls onto her back as well, turning her head to look at gary, “gary, you won’t come back. i promise.”

“don’t promise anything,” his hands clasp together on his stomach, “i’m going there for a reason. i’ve been single for what, four years?”

“has it really been four years?”

“yeah, doesn’t seem like it.” there’s silence for a small bit before he lifts his hand to animate his words, “like of course i’ve hooked up, but no one wants to be with me.”

“you just haven’t found the right person. maybe you’ll find that in the villa?”

gary grunts, “at this point, no idea.”

“so i take that you’re nervous?”

“big time,” he opens his eyes, now staring at the ceiling, “i’m scared, nervous, jittery. all the above.”

“well, why,” [y/n] sits up, twisting her body to face gary’s, “what’s on your mind?”

“everything. like,” he turns onto his side, not making eye contact with her but still holding the conversation, “what if nobody likes the way i look? or like what if nobody likes me as a person?”

“now, gary,”

before she could even finish, he interrupted her, “think about it [y/n]. been single for four years. what is it about me that makes people run away? is it my body? my smile? is it the eyebrows?” he takes his free hand up to run his finger across his eyebrows. [y/n] giggled at his example, “i’m being real, what is it?”

“do you want me to be honest?”

“yeah.”

“there’s nothing wrong with you.”

gary peered up at [y/n] for the first time in about five minutes, “what do you mean?”

she readjusts herself, now holding her head up in her clammed hand, “i haven’t found anything wrong with you. it’s just,” she pauses, thinking of a good phrase, “this generation doesn’t like to be committed. most people are... scared. they’re scared of commitment, love, closeness, all the sorts.”

gary has now let his head rest on his bicep, “yeah, i guess so.” silence fills the room again, “are you afraid of those things?”

“eh,” [y/n] shrugs with what little posture she has, “kinda?”

gary shifts his head back and forth, “yeah, me too. i just never know when i’m too much, so i end up ghosting because i’m scared i’m clingy. then it’s like, okay why do i feel this way, what caused it? and i get anxious because i think about,” his speech becomes muffled as he shifts himself onto his back again, “all the girls i could’ve had, but couldn’t because of my insecurities.”

[y/n] tried to listen to his rambling, but her thoughts were clouded. months ago, gary had flirted with her, and dropped off the face of the earth. he had sent her a snapchat message saying, “Heh i!’ A lol drunk rigt nkw but i wange tell you thag i Flly loke you. You’re a proped mate and i wont made a move id you do’nt want me tO, but I want to take u oit”. of course, it disappeared. she wanted it to. he was drunk, right? he said so himself. plus, he sent streaks like normal the next day, and nothing came of it.

little did she know, gary’s words were directed at her. he remembered her leaving him on read. he remembered the premises of the message he sent, but not the entirety of it. he knew he finally confessed his admiration, and she couldn’t even tell him yes or no. that’s why he applied for love island in the first place. she was the last glimmer of hope for him, and although he didn’t rely his happiness on her or her answer, it still dug deep.

“ugh. i’ve been rambling, haven’t i?” gary said, bringing them both out of a trance like state.

“just a little.” she spoke softly, wiping ‘sleep’ out of her eye, which in reality was a subtle tear.

“tired?” he was studying her face. nothing seemed unusual, her nose wasn’t reddened, and that usually happens when she cries. she wasn’t tense, he could feel it in the dip of the bed that she was comfortable. it’s like she’s just, there. existing, with no emotion.

she nods, faking a yawn, “yeah.”

“let’s get to bed then, yeah?”

reluctantly, they both changed, and crawled into bed. the night was supposed to be filled with movies, and laughter, and games and love and happiness and. realization. gary would end up calling the producers and telling them that he wasn’t coming because he had other dates to attend to. [y/n] was supposed to cuddle up next to him in that big oversized shirt of his that she took after he told her “since you’re mine, the shirts can be borrowed without asking”. they were supposed to wake up tomorrow blissed out of this world, together.

but instead, they silently weeped on different sides of the bed, leaving that cold drop of a blanket in between them.

#hi i’m finally finished with this #i didn’t know how to end it for the longest time #not really read over so i hope it’s good #if not that’s okay #litg gary #gary litg #litg #gary litg angst

[mark-me-down-right-there]

Triggering content below

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They're upset I never call and never want to go home. They just now acknowledged they still treat me like the baby instead of an adult.

My fucking mom cries and says she doesn't get why i hate her and what am I supposed to say?? How do i explain that i hated myself bc of her?? That she hurt me and kept on pushing me and pushing me? I was suicidal in high school! But terrified, so i never attempted. For over 7 years i self harmed amd she was partially why! Bc i couldnt hold up to her standards EVER. Why would i want to talk to her now that i live an hour away and dont have to live in her fucking HOUSE

Shr kept trying to dig at why i saw a counselor and like, part for anxiety/stress, part for slight depressive tendencies, found out i have an adjustment disorder tight tight tight and part bc i have mild ptsd symptoms related to her treatment over the years. I'm fucking losing my mind rn like!

Thinking about her and what she did makes mw want to throw up. But now im stuck on it bc i cant get past how fucking dumb she is about this. How can dhe not know i bundled up crying every day at home? All of hs was me stYing ad late at school as i could so i wouldn't have to call her for a ride, ,or see her at home for hours until dad got home and eased the tension slightly

Bc she'd always pick and pick and pick at me until i agreed to let her "help me" with this thing and she'd she

Fuck, i just hate her so much and my fucking self for letting her force me tk agree. I can't stand her. Even when i think im past it.

Nothing i do is ever free from her influence and i hate it and i hate mysekf right nkw bc k can't stop fucking crying again.

#triggering content #do/nt reb/log #manipulative parent