also lets talk about how okay i would be with them making out w h o o p s

420 Followers Special

the long awaited 420 followers special is here~
two things we
’d like to say first before anything else
first, from this follower special up to 666 followers special will be headcanons because we admins forgot keep track of our follower count and WE MISSED IT. so to catch up we
’ll be doing headcanons. sorry. 
second, you can and should now request for
 chirstmas specials since chirstmas is rolling around soon. 
also, we might so a shameless self-promo soon for our other scenario blog.

It was once again that time of day where everyone was finally free enough to log onto the chat room. You finally submitted all your final projects and the dreadful exam season has passed, now all that’s left is the even more dreadful waiting time for your results, but for now, you figured it was wise to give yourself a break. With your sleep deprived ass in tow, you logged into the chatroom wanting to tell everyone you’re free now so maybe you guys could hang. 

[you entered the chatroom]

you: helllooooooo

Jaehee Kang: Good evening. 

Jumin Han: It’s a beautiful evening. Tonight, Elizabeth the 3rd looks beautiful as well.

ZEN: -.- dude

you: I’m sleeeepy. I really need to sleep. I’ve only been getting five hours of sleep every night for the past two weeks. 

ZEN: That’s no good! You have to sleep properly or it’ll damage your skin!!

Jaehee Kang: I agree.

you: boooo. hypocrites. 

you: Anyways, I wanted to ask if you guys wanted to hang out sometime. I finished my exams and stuff and

you: I

you: AM

you: FREE

707: fffFREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

707: Hold on! I think someone is coming

ZEN: There’s no way someone’s going to log in just because you said so. 

[Yoosung★ has entered the chatroom]

Yoosung★: guuuuyssss qAq 


Yoosung★: i think i’m going to fail my exam


Yoosung★: what?

you: o shit whaddup

ZEN: you sound like Seven

Jumin Han: ?

Jumin Han: Is that a new greeting?

Jaehee Kang: Luciel, did you teach her that?

707: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

707: I didn’t know you memed (☞ ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)

you: o shoot farewell

[you left the chatroom]

You logged out of the chatroom in panic. Yes, you’re a casual memer but you didn’t want to weird RFA out with your hobby so you kept your memes to yourself. Being sleep deprived made you kinda forget you were with RFA and your inner meme came bursting out. You threw yourself onto your bed and rolled around in frustration. 

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It’s the morning after their final game, and even though Matsukawa knows he can sleep in, he wakes before the sky turns bright. It’s a habit more than anything, and he contemplates going back to sleep for another hour, but before he knows it, he’s pulling on a loose pair of sweats and slipping out the door for his morning run. He falls into an easy stride, clearing the sleepiness from his mind and slowly stretching out his sore muscles.

It was nice to be alone with his thoughts. He hadn’t slept well and had avoided his phone, knowing all too well that Oikawa would be checking on all his teammates after everyone had gone home. Matsukawa didn’t want to talk about it, not really. It was so much easier to just…run. Let the sweat trickling down his back also wash away the terrible feeling of losing. The terrible feeling of guilt that he hadn’t put enough faith in his team, in his friends, to win. He had always had a relaxed personality, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if perhaps he could’ve poured more energy into the match. The other third years were so inspiring to the first years. They were the life and backbone of the team. What did he do in comparison?

“Going my way?” The deep voice interrupts his thoughts abruptly, as they so often do. Hanamaki stumbles into step beside him, shivering slightly in a light track jacket but otherwise dressed similarly. Matsukawa doesn’t mention the bags under his eyes, or how puffy from crying they look. He knows that he looks the same.

They run in silence for a few minutes before Matsukawa can’t bear it any longer. “You played well,” he hurriedly says, stumbling over his words and refusing to meet his best friend’s gaze. He can hear Hanamaki’s footsteps slow to a halt and it takes every fiber of strength in his body to slow down and turn to face him. He shouldn’t have started this conversation.

Matsukawa expects to see a teasing face, but Hanamaki is nothing but serious. He fiddles with the sleeves of his jacket as he speaks. “Oikawa texted me last night,” he begins suddenly, leaving Matsukawa slightly lost. “He said we did everything we could and he’s so proud to have played with us. He didn’t use a single emoji, can you believe that? It’s a miracle,” he snorted. “Iwaizumi texted me too. It wasn’t anything long, but it was the same message basically.” He glanced up to meet Matsukawa’s eyes. “They texted every single member of the team to make sure they didn’t feel guilty about losing, to make sure they were alright. I sat on my bed and cried. I didn’t try making sure they were okay, or even any of the first years. I can’t even think of them without feeling like I failed them somehow.”

Matsukawa turns his face away, blinking. “I didn’t even read their texts,” he manages in a dry voice that cracks slightly. “We’re a shitty pair of seniors, aren’t we?”

Hanamaki stumbles forward and he falls into Matsukawa’s chest, his hands tightly clutching the shirt fabric across his broad shoulders, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks. His head is bowed, but they’ve been together long enough that Matsukawa knows the look of self-loathing he wears now. “I won’t cry,” Hanamaki swears through gritted teeth, “but is it okay if we stay like this for a while?”

Matsukawa runs his fingers through Hanamaki’s wind ruffled hair before drawing him into a tight embrace. His shoulders shake. “Yes please,” he whispers. Hanamaki had promised he wouldn’t cry but that was okay. Matsukawa still had enough tears for the both of them.