#ENNOSHITA APPRECIATION POST

[stellar-haikyuu]

honestly, what cemented ennoshita as my top fave hq character was that he became a physical therapist.

initially, i loved him a lot because his story of running away but coming back to face it all resonated with me. also he's really cute hehe. however, i have a lot of love for allied health/rehab professionals and what they do. it's not easy, despite what some people may think.

for context, i'm a speech-language pathology student. i frequently meet other physical therapy and occupational therapy students, and i really respect what they do (physical therapists, in particular, because i still struggle to wrap my head around all the kinds of things under their scope).

so, when i saw "ennoshita chikara (22) physical therapist" i downright screamed in joy at the allied health representation, and how fitting it is for ennoshita to be in that field.

"ah, he's pretty dedicated to his job, huh?" I KNOW IT'S JUST ONE LINE BUT 😭 i admire service-oriented people driven by genuine love, and ennoshita is just THAT. to him, it's not being flashy or getting something in return. he will stay committed and do his best to be reliable.

furthermore, ennoshita is amazing at reading and understanding people. that is such an important trait to have when interacting with clients. all disabilities greatly impact one's life; the last thing anyone needs is a dismissive and inconsiderate care provider.

it makes me so happy that he ends up here. all his strengths and growth as a high school volleyball player translated well into his future occupation.

also, it's so sweet to see that there are opportunities for him to reconnect with his love for volleyball, despite no longer being a player. the captain in him definitely comes out when talking to clients involved in sports!

anyway, thank you furudate-sensei for ennoshita chikara (22) physical therapist.

[lady-of-ocs]

hey babe guess who finished season two

I DID! I DID!

I’m HYPED AS FUCK TO SEE THE SHIRATORIZAWA MATCH. And disappointed to discover there’s only ten episodes this season. I’m already half done with the series help-

I mentioned that I’ve been on my winter break and haven’t been posting my reactions, but I’ve been watching! And oh, OH OH OH, I HAVE THOUGHTS.

Let’s get my favorite scene from today’s episode out of the way:

Please observe the cuties. I love them, each and every one. Someone fucking sedate me. lmao look at Kags fighting demons back there.

So I scrolled back through my notes and read through to get my big points or exclamations. In order of the episodes since the one after Daichi’s death:

THE SCENE WHERE UKAI FUCKING THREW TAKEDA OFF THE BENCH TO SAVE HINATA FROM CRASHING WAS A DELIGHT TO WATCH. Look at that man fly! How much do these benches weigh because I know at my high school they weren’t super heavy but I’m pretty sure you usually grabbed them from the middle at least (just to balance the weight). I don’t know. He’s just a good coach and I appreciate him. RIP Takeda say hi to Daichi for me

Daichi lives!!! Obviously I knew that already but it was good to see him back! I wasn’t totally sure how many matches he’d be out for, but I’m glad he was back for the Seijou match. No shade to Ennoshita but I don’t think Karasuno would’ve won without Daichi. Also RIP the rest of Daichi’s body because Suga and Nishinoya fully attacked him when they saw he was okay

The Seijou-Date Tech match was wild to see too. KOGANE!!! I know you only vaguely but I love this giant boy already. He’s trying his hardest, alright! And it’s always good to see Aone! This man is one of my favorite giants in the show. He’s a silent sweetie. But anyway, the match itself was ooooooh. Not Asahi calling Oikawa a “cool cat” in the English dub- I love this man. I need to marry this man. I obviously knew Seijou was gonna win but PIERCING THROUGH THE IRON WALL HOLY SHIT. IWAIZUMI HAJIME THE MAN THAT YOU ARE-

As I’ve mentioned several times, I’m a Tsukkiyama enjoyer. But that Tadashi and Yachi scene was adorable, alright. Bless my babies and the hands that drew them into existence. I love my anxiety children, they just like me fr fr

OH ALSO I FORGOT ABOUT THIS AND IDK WHAT EPISODE IT’S FROM BUT THE LITTLE MOMENT WHERE THEY SCORE A POINT OR SOMETHING AND ASAHI LIFTS HINATA UP LIKE IT’S NOTHING? I need to lie down.

I love how Seijou is this big shot team with seemingly no-nonsense players but they are entirely unserious. That one guy trying to get Yachi’s attention by tossing a ball in her direction and then running after it? Comedy gold. Hajime and the other two third years picking on Oikawa about his serves? Friendship at its finest (I love them). Mad Dog not listening to Oikawa for almost the entire match? Only respect for my rowdy king who I now ship with Seijou’s number six. I read a fic for them last night and enjoyed it very much, thank you. Iwaizumi being the only person (until 6 confronts him) who Mad Dog respects because he’s the only one who can beat him? Love this pack dynamic. They’re so unserious and they seriously grew on me in this match (and the last one, but that was lessened by them beating Karasuno).

Serious expressions >:| Except for Noya because of course not. An agent of chaos. A short king

I spent a lot of time in the Seijou match just screaming and flailing about. There were some wicked cool plays in this game. Asanoya did their own attack (Noya setting to Asahi and him spiking it), Tsukki had some incredible blocks, Daichi was digging up balls all over the place, Kagehina and their fucking quick attacks, just Hinata on his own, SUGA’S BIG PLAY OH MY GOD, Tanaka had a lot of great moments and I was right there screaming with Saeko, aND WE CANNOT FORGET THE BOY HIMSELF: MY DEAREST YAMAGUCHI AND HIS MANY SERVICE ACES. I WAS SO FUCKING PROUD OF HIM LOOK AT HIM FUCKING GO OH MY GOD. He brought us back from the dead and I was HYPED. AND HE AND SUGA WEREN’T THE ONLY ONES WITH GREAT SERVES. ASAHI GOT HIS SERVICE ACE TOO LET’S GOOOOOO!!!

*singsong voice* Oikawa’s serves fucking scare me. And while we’re at it so do Mad Dog’s unholy spikes. Nah but seriously. Oikawa would go up to serve and I’d be sitting here like “I hear boss music. Why the fuck do I hear literal boss music.”

There were some really great Tsukki-encouraging-Yamaguchi-but-in-the-way-that-only-Tsukki-can moments in the last few episodes. Like, my Tsukkiyama heart aside, he really pays attention to Tadashi. He knew how hard he’d been working. He actively encouraged him multiple times. And Yamaguchi really gets him and they are so BEAUTIFUL. SLAMMING MY HANDS DOWN ON THE NONEXISTENT TABLE

A quote from my document: “They really cut my son off like that- Hajime I love you but HEADS GONNA ROLL” But Yamaguchi’s serve was legitimately ART. If Iwaizumi were even a fractionally worse player, Yams would have nailed that point and it would’ve been over. But unfortunately, Iwa’s an excellent ace

I was literally just vibrating through those last two plays. Shaking me to my core, my heart was racing, the whole thing. This match was bad for my health. That being said, OH MY GOD KAGEYAMA’S SETTER DUMP AND THEN HINATA GETTING THE FINAL POINT AND MANAGING TO GET IT PAST OIKAWA BECAUSE OF SEIJOU’S OWN BLOCKERS- AHHHHHHHH

nah but Seijou being so broken up over the loss actually hurt me a little. Where do I find the scene where they’re in a gym and Oikawa walks up and thanks them for the three years before everyone starts crying? Is that next season somewhere? I know it’s not in season 4 because the animation matches seasons 1-3. Also Iwa being upset at himself and his friends just smacking him on the back in silent encouragement and comfort (literally just hug each other like normal people. Fucking MEN am I right /j) just- Hajime is my favorite on Seijou. I think Oikawa is the fan favorite for them, but I like Iwazumi Hajime. That’s my guy right there.

THE GROUP KARASUNO HUG TURNED INTO A BIG PILE GOD BLESS. They have to end up in a pile once a season I guess. I also loved how much everyone was supporting them. Saeko’s enthusiasm was delightful to watch (speaking of, lucky Yachi if you know what I mean- ). And then all of those students and teachers sticking around to celebrate their win!! My boys are getting the recognition they deserve! Except from the news but that’s not surprising.

I have ten episodes to become endeared to Ushijima and Shiratorizawa (aside from Tendou who I already love). We will see how I feel. But when that confrontation between Ushijima and Oikawa happened I was just like YOU FUCKING TELL HIM TŌRU. GET HIS ASS. NOW STRUT OFF LIKE THE BAD BITCH YOU ARE- YEAHHHHHHH

I love the fact that Hinata and Kageyama stayed to practice more. That’s just so very them. Thems my idiot sons. And Yachi is just a victim to their magnetic enthusiasm. And the little fist bump at the end!!! They’re so cute. Besties. Boyfriends, even. BOYS THAT CONFRONT USHIWAKA TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER WOOOOO

Idk if I’ll make another of these immediately but I’ll definitely make one when I finish season 3! Good seeing you all! Be back soon!

[maddenikaris]

Sam Rereads Haikyuu!!

Start date: Nov 22, 2025

Redoing my masterthread since I post on mobile a lot and i can't trim. I will keep things as spoiler free as possible! Thoughts under the cut :)

Vol 1-3 thoughts:

-one page in and i'm tearing up already the impact this series has fr

-Not to liveblog my experience but I forgot how iconic Oikawa’s entrance in. That whole mini arc at the practice game is incredible

-NOYA MY BELOVED!!!!!!

-Alright reading on pause I can’t do the first nekoma practice match right now I’m gonna burst into tears at work

Okay I lied so two things:

1) Karasuno second and third years. These early chapters still hit man the emotions and the everything. That is all.

2) [deep, deep inhale] KUROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Volume 4 thoughts:

-suga is the guy of all time

-the instant effect hinata had on kenma. Perfect. No notes

-the jerseys 😭😭😭😭

-Kuroo’s nerdy little pregame speech I love himmmmmm

-the way furudate-sensei drew motion, even in the smaller panels, is so good

-tbf id also be scared if all 6’2” of Kuroo was facing me down on the opposite side of the net

-the seeds beings planted for the nationals game I CRYYYYYY

Volume 5 thoughts:

-the genuine respect all the teams have for each other even while wanting to win. Chefs kiss.

-The little bonus sketches between chapters are so sweet. Sulky little Oikawa and all

-YAMAGUCHI 😭😭😭 sweetheart of ever

-Karasuno!!! Third!!! Years!!! Esp before inter-high tourney

-Oikawa. That’s all.

-I know how all these games end and yet I STILL get nervous reading them Furudate sensei you will always be famous

-the chapter about losing always hits home. Like, if you’re really passionate about something, you really have to go insane crazy with it and never ever doubt you won’t make it

-would love to know how long it took to come up with names for every single character like I have nothing but the utmost respect to the commitment

I FORGOT ONE OF MY FAVE PANELS OF HINATA :

Volume 6 thoughts:

-I love love love that he shows how unpredictable games can be. Skill is great but sometimes. You can’t predict where the ball will go or how it lands

-Aone and Hinata 😭😭

-I can’t help but love you Shittykawa

-I forgot JUST how intense this inter-high match is

-“if you’re going to hit something, hit it until it breaks” arrogant little jerk (affectionate)

-Seijoh 4. Iykyk

Volume 7 thoughts:

-Sugawara Koushi I love you I love you I love you

-the little “boing” sound effect whenever hinata jumps

-Ennoshita is SOOOOO under-appreciated

-The oikawa and kageyama parallels do me in EVERY SINGLE TIME I SWEAR

[ennoshitas-princess]

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮

This is the last of my Autumn Treats Request: Pumpkin bread with milk for Oikawa Tooru (your crush Oikawa and you do arts and crafts) (fluff) Word Count: 500

Oikawa just loved fall so much. For one, he fell for you during this beautiful time of year. For two, because of the thought of Halloween costumes. He just couldn't wait for you to show up at the front door of his home, ready to go and trick or treat with his nephew.

His imagination ran wild to all the possible things you wanted to put on. He imagined you as a sweet princess with the most cutest baby blue dress. Maybe the cutest angel costume because in his eyes, you were the most innocent thing he had to protect from the cruel outside world. Or maybe you were going to show up at his front porch as a fairy with the nicest flower crown right on your head and glittery wings ready to grab him and take him to a magical place.

The doorbell rang as he got up to scream to his nephew it was time to get going for the free sweets that were later to cause him a belly ache. By him, it means Oikawa since he could remember.

“Hey Iwa-chan~ Who is this you brought?” His eyes glanced up and down at this nightmare.

“Shittykawa, this is l/n-san.” He deadpanned to his childhood friend.

His eyes felt like they were going to come out of his face. How is this scarlet-covered, looking like a corpse, could be his sweet and innocent l/n-chan? She looks like a princess, so why would she dress up like this ugly looking thing?

“L/n-chan, you're supposed to be a cute princess or a fairy, not this- this hideous looking demon thing!” His blood boiled at the thought of his sweet l/n-chan dressing up like this. If he could, he would clean all of this up.

“Silly Oikawa, I was just trying to impress your nephew, I am pretty sure he will be. Plus, I find this to be cool. I even made it myself. The ebony cape, the staff, and the makeup I didn't even look at references.” You look at him with a ray of hope in your eyes, wanting him to know you dedicated yourself in doing this for him.

“Still, how dare you!” He made a pout.

“C'mon, let's get going! Or else I will beat ya for wasting my time.” Iwaizumi left from the front porch as you grabbed Oikawa’s hand.

“Why would you ever think of dressing up like this? I wanted you to be a princess for me, and I'm your knight. It just makes sense! C'mon, l/n-chan.” His cheeks burned at the touch of your hand intertwined into his.

“Well, I look cool. To be honest, I really thought you would love this. I could be your bloody corpse bride.” You blush at what slipped out of your lips.

“You know, I will accept that. But tomorrow you will dress up as a princess for me.” His face turned even more beet red.

“Deal!” You smiled at him.

A/n: thanks for this request!! Sorry it took so long :( this is a bit too late since it is centered around Halloween. I will be doing more requests eventually, but I will need a theme!! I will soon be posting a poll to ask to all of you!! Suggestions will be appreciated!!

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[temporaneous45]

haikyuu rp search!!

hello! i'm lucky! decided to make this short post because i'm looking for a 21+ partner for a 1x1 haikyuu rp on discord

i tend to write pretty long, usually novella style (i love feelings!!) and usually hit or go over the word limit. you don't have to match me, but i would appreciate a few paragraphs!

i love lore building and headcanons. i love AUs! totally okay with darker themes as long as we discuss them

life is busy, i get it, i'm looking for a response every few days and i'll do the same. no pressure!

always looking to make new friends, so scream with me about favorite ships

i'm pretty versatile in terms of who i can write. i'm usually pretty adaptable though i try to keep the character's original personality. some of the characters i've already comfortably written: the miya twins, goshiki, yamaguchi, ennoshita, kita

if interested, please dm me or like this post and i can reach out to you!

[jadehqknb]

Follower Appreciation Post #1

To show appreciation for their support, I offered to write a special request piece for my top four followers, those people who have liked or reblogged my content the most per Tumblr’s tally system. 

This isn’t a ploy or manipulation to get more notes, it’s just my way of saying thank you to those who took the time to give me feedback, which in turn helps me create more content, even if it’s taking me longer than I want it to. 

I appreciate every single one of you, thank you for following, thank you for liking and thank you for sharing. 

Third year. His third year was here already. Where had the time gone? Ennoshita takes a deep breath, his eyes scanning over the starting lineup coach Ukai put together. It was weird, being captain, being the one the team turned to for not only support on the court but he’s feeling like a therapist and part-time brother to most of the team, not to mention continuing to tutor Tanaka and Nishinoya to ensure their team continues to have a fighting chance; thank goodness for Yachi, he doesn’t think he can handle Kageyama and Hinata as well.  

“Why the long face captain?”

Ennoshita looks up, smiling as you approach the table, your bag slung on one shoulder and an easy grin on your lips.

He’s thankful for you too.

To have someone outside of volleyball he can bitch to without fear of anything ever getting back to anyone’s ears. Much as he wants to be, he’s not perfect and having you to unload his strain and stresses on as well as have fun with is a gift.

One he’s becoming more and more inclined to want to keep for himself.

He’s never been a possessive person to his recollection, but now he finds himself watching more closely any guy who talks to you. Ok, maybe it’s closer to glaring, but… semantics. The point is, he cares about you and it’s getting harder and harder to hide it.

“I’m fine, really, just… we’re getting close to the spring tournament and I want to make sure we’re ready,” he confesses.

Another plus, he can be honest about his fears. It’s so easy to open up to you, which makes him laugh because he’s always heard that when people like each others, things get more awkward, harder, but with you things are easy; maybe that’s part of why he’s so attracted to you.

You pat his shoulder and the contact makes his heart thump harder. “You’ll be fine. Stop worrying so much about being last year’s Karasuno.”

“But they-- we-- were amazing! How can I not want to aspire to that?”

Your smile widens. “Who says this year won’t be more amazing? Have faith in the team--and yourself, Ennoshita-san-- you’re gonna do great.”

With a wave, you leave him to continue his review but he watches your back until you turn the corner.

“Could you be any more obvious?”

Kinoshita’s voice makes Ennoshita jump, his pen falling to the table.

“Why don’t you ask her out already? Like, officially?” Narita asks taking a seat on the bench across from him, leaning on his elbows.

“Shut up, it’s-

“If you say it’s not like that I will bean you in the back of the head with a volleyball, I swear,” Kinoshita threatens.

“You could ask him out, you know? There’s no reason to wait for his slow ass to do it!”

You snorted into your soda and rolled your eyes. “Sure, let me ruin a perfectly good friendship on the off chance he feels the same way,” you said before taking another bite of food.

“Off chance? Are you blind? The boy is in love with you!”

“In love? I highly doubt that.” You feign indifference but can’t keep a tone of wistfulness out of your voice.

“Just… think about it. Cause it’s painful watching the two of you dance around each other when everyone knows you like each other,” she insisted.

It’s after school and you’re dead on your feet. The group project you’re on took much longer than previously anticipated and now you’re starving, brain a pile of mush and your eyelids feel like they weigh a hundred pounds.

“________-san?”

Ennoshita jogs up to you, sweat on his brow and breath a bit short; practice must have just finished.

“Hey there,” you say, giving him a tired smile.

He returns it as you fall into step together. You can’t explain it but the air between you seems to have shifted, a different energy crackling and giving you goosebumps. Part of you wonders if maybe, just maybe, your friend could be right. Maybe Ennoshita does feel something for you beyond friendship. Should you say something? Or is all your feeling the result of wishful thinking and the power of suggestion?

“So, the big game’s tomorrow, right?” you ask in place of the question dancing on the tip of your tongue.

He takes a deep breath, looking up to the night sky and exhales a long sigh. “Yeah, thanks to you I know we’re ready.”

“Me? I didn’t do anything except give you a kick in the rear,” you laugh. Your laughter cuts off when his hand takes yours, halting both of you in your tracks. You look up at him to find his eyes full on you, a light shining there you’ve never seen before.

“And that’s what I needed,” he says. Suddenly you notice the loudness of your heart beating in your ears, your blood rushing through your veins as you stare into those steady eyes. He tightens his grip, looks away, then back again. “You’re what I need,” he confesses in a low whisper.

And just like that, your world shrinks down to this one point, this one moment of standing in the middle of your school, holding the hand of the boy you love and not able to interrupt his words for anything else besides a confession.

Still, you can’t help but ask, “Ennoshita-san, are you… do you care about me… like that?”

He steps closer, drops his bag and cups the side of your face. “I like you, ______-san, I like you and I… I couldn’t not tell you anymore.”

Your giggle makes his eyebrows rise. “I’m hoping that’s a sign of happiness and not you laughing at my confession.”

You shake your head, lean up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asks as you pull him towards the direction of the clubroom.

“Oh that? That was a kiss for luck tomorrow,” you tease.

“Hmmmm, then what’s your answer to my question?” he asks pulling you back to him.

You lean up, giving him a longer, deeper kiss. “Satisfied?

He nods. “Wait for me?” he asks glancing up towards the clubroom.

“Always,” you agree and he smiles.

[atsumulogy]

synopsis: kdrama cliches & tropes u would experience w/ ur haikyuu boys.

pairing(s): various x gn!reader

content warning: mentions of being drunk, pinch of angst at the bonus end, wrist grabbing, mentions of a fight

naia’s footnote: first post 4 this blog … Feeling: Nervous 😹this probably a bit ooc but let me live! also?? the read more thingy gives me these stupid glitches and i had to redo this for so many times

likes & reblogs are appreciated!

PIGGY BACK RIDES — scenario wherein you probably got injured or got too tired to walk and he carries you on his back (either begrudgingly or happily, either way you’re both warmer than usual in the face but no one says anything.)

→ BOKUTO, tsukishima(is part of the begrudgingly part, you’re probably too tired to walk or injured and he’s totally NOT worried about you okay? he just finds your whining annoying and wants you to shut up.) noya, asahi, aran, kita, akaashi, daichi, aone.

FORCED COHABITATION — you guys probably hate each other, and somehow, someway, you guys end up in a situation where you guys have to live together. this was not a part of his or your plans, but so is falling in love with each other but i guess fate has other plans!

→ SAKUSA, atsumu, shirabu, semi (you think he plays his guitar way too loud not knowing it’s the chords of the song he wrote about you)

CONFESSION OF FEELINGS BUT … — either you or he fell asleep, blackout drunk or just sleepy as hell. or he gets interrupted before he confesses by a phone call that will lead to many scenarios from misunderstandings to an emergency that will set back the confession a few more episodes until he actually gets to confess. or at this point, you have to be the one to confess because things just won’t go his way!

→ OIKAWA (LMAO, wanna see him suffer), ennoshita, kyotani, iwaizumi, goshiki, makki, tanaka, asahi, hinata, lev, atsumu, kuroo.

SHARING AN UMBRELLA — it rains but you forgot your umbrella, and he so happens to have one with him. and somehow you and him end up under his umbrella, close proximity as you could literally feel his hot breath and he wonders if you could hear his heart beat drumming like he just ran a whole mile. he would angle the umbrella in a way that you wouldn’t get wet by the rain while his shoulders soaking wet but it’s okay, as long as you’re fine and dry he doesn’t mind getting wet by the rain <3 (bonus if next day he gets sick and you visit him and take care of him AND maybe an almost kiss happening … 😁)

→ AKAASHI, KITA, semi, goshiki, tanaka, yamamoto, kuroo

WRIST GRABS — grabs your wrists to get you to talk to him because you walked out on him OR OR HE GRABS YOUR WRISTS BECAUSE HE GOT JEALOUS WITH THE GUY YOU’RE TALKING TO OR (they try not to be as forceful or harsh tho ☹️)

→ iwaizumi, osamu, suna, yaku, kyotani, tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, atsumu, kuroo (?) atp i’m just saying anyone that comes into my mind LMAO

OLD CHILDHOOD FRIENDS THAT MEET AGAIN (AND FALL IN LOVE) — okay so you guys either remember each other not, but that really doesn’t matter in the end because either way, you guys would end up together. hashtag fated soulmates!

→ ushijima (I JUST FEEL LIKE HE COULD FIT THIS TROPE .. or probably he reminds of this male lead in a kdrama i watched with this trope LOL), sakusa, noya, oikawa, tendou.

SHOULDER NAP — he falls asleep in your shoulders, whether he meant to or not won’t change the fact that you could hear the beat of your heart increasing, your breath hitching, and suddenly the room feels hotter than ever.

or you fall asleep in his shoulder and suddenly he can’t move a single muscle anymore, but it’s fine, he thinks, as you nuzzle yourself unconsciously into his neck.

→ SUNA, kenma, kyotani (you fall asleep on his shoulders and instead of pushing you off him, he lets you sleep there and glares at anyone who stares at you guys.), kageyama, tsukishima.

BONUS: THE LOVE TRIANGLE TROPE — my guilty pleasure but also my most behated trope ever.

the male lead — the one who got the love interest in the end.

→ oikawa, tsukishima (it’s giving asshole male lead but gets the girl in the end anyway!), bokuto, terushima, tanaka, kageyama, atsumu, osamu, shirabu, goshiki, ushijima

the second lead — probably deserves the love interest as much as the male lead OR probably deserves the love interest more LMAO

→ akaashi (he treats the love interest so well and he just?? loves them sm?? even though he’s not the one that they picked?? crying he doesn’t even expect anything from them. he's the type of second lead every viewer was rooting for), iwaizumi, kindaichi, lev, yamamoto, and if i say suna, ennoshita, noya, konoha, koganegawa, semi, kawanishi

[revols-headcanons]

random karasuno headcanons

daichi has never once had a break because of his four siblings, which is why he is so uptight and stressed. volleyball is the only place he can really relax (specifically w the other third years) and even then kageyama, hinata, noya, and tanaka are constantly testing him. he brought this up to ukai and takeda once and they both were like “have you ever went to therapy kid?" before they gave him info for a local therapist.

sugawara knows every kpop dance imaginable and forces his teammates to do them during their breaks. the only people who humor him and dance with him are hinata, noya, and tanaka sometimes. during a team sleepover, he convinced kageyama to do a dance with him, but kageyama is badly coordinated when dancing so it was horrible.

asahi knits when he’s anxious— which is all the time. he’s made a blanket for each teammate with their names on it and his bedroom is just piles of blankets at varying levels of complete. his dog appreciates the nest he can sleep in. he jokes that this is where his parents college fund has gone to. also knitting is what gets him into fashion because he jokingly knitted a bucket hat for noya and immediately wanted to make more— his room ended up having 30 bucket hats all over it and he had to give them away to his classmates and teammates.

kiyoko likes reading intense smutty romance books with a blank face. her expectations for romance are through the roof and she’s unashamed. suga has tried reading it over her shoulder and he’s walked away flustered. she reads a wide variety of books but specifically chooses the horniest and/or creepiest to read in front of the team. yachi’s shocked when she learns that kiyoko’s favorite genre isn’t dark romance and that it’s actually fluffy romance.

nishinoya made a fake tinder account of tsukishima with the worst photos imaginable (like tsukki mid-trip or him giving a disgusted face to kageyama). the bio says something like ‘i’m 6’1 if that matters and i think red heads should be killed.’ noya matches with the most amount of people and also updates with the worst opinions ever. people still get interested in ‘tsukki’ even when the bio has ridiculous takes and standards. noya is pissed that it is doing so well.

tanaka’s strangely good at dancing but horrific at singing. he tried to serenade kiyoko one day but his voice cracked so badly that he stopped mid-song and left the room. kiyoko laughed but patted his back in reassurance afterwards. the team never lets him live it down ever— the wedding speeches he received all mentioned the event somewhere. he has an excellent moonwalk and can occasionally successfully breakdance.

ennoshita writes fanfic (“story scripts”) about the team and changes the names. he gets the team to act as the characters in his films, which raises some questions when he writes a tragic story about ‘kai’ (a sarcastic asshole) being killed by his rivals ‘tora’ (a dumb asshole) and ‘shouto’ (a dumbass). he once posted a fanfic shipping two teammates (with name changes) and it got really popular.

kageyama uses 3-in-1 body wash/shampoo/conditioner. he says it’s because it’s efficient, and he gets no acne or sweat stench— this makes everyone hate him. he only changes when miwa comes back into his life after college and is horrified. he tells this story as a little joke whenever he wants people to be shocked and/or disgusted at him, even when he’s a pro.

hinata can cook but only because he has a sister and an overworked single mother. he cooks for himself and natsu often, but it’s really simple and uncreative meals because he would rather practice volleyball than work on making interesting dishes. after the time skip, his cooking skills have vastly improved and every meal he makes is some form of brazillian-japanese blend.

tsukishima had a major my little pony phase and is deeply secretive of it. he listens to the soundtrack often and has a drawer full of little collectibles. yamaguchi is the only one who knows about it, and tsukki compares himself to twilight and yamaguchi to fluttershy. he once almost said ‘everypony’ but yamaguchi screamed to cut him off. it went like: ‘stfu everyp-‘ ‘PISS’ ‘…what?’ ‘WE GOTTA PISS. both of us. right now.’

yamaguchi had a musical theater phase and forced tsukishima to sing along with him. he forced tsukki to dress up as michael to his jeremy one halloween. yamaguchi can only workout or study to musicals, which is deeply unfortunate. his favorite songs were helpless from hamilton and michael in the bathroom from be more chill. he tried to audition for school musicals multiple times but would end up having panic attacks and leaving before his audition.

yachi’s notes are the aesthetically color coordinated ones, even though her teachers talk rapidly fast. she’s always humble about it but she spends hours on them. she never has to study because she spends so much time rewriting them that the notes just stick in her brain. she’s had to recently laminate her completed notes because hinata once’s spilled broth onto her notes, which made her cry.

[braddorii]

They teased a new fusion on issue 15 and I was like "didn't we have beliung last time?" I'm actually not as hyped and rather, more concerned like, is this what BoBoiBoy would be doing now throughout season 2? Just a new power-up one after another?

Not that I hate it, it's just that, if they're gonna make BBB unleash more of his powers, they also need to come up with more villains just as interesting as Bora Ra or Retak'ka. A villain far more cunning and ingenious than them, even.

Also, I think there lacks consistency because if the main driving point is unleashing the third-tier elementals then probably finish that first before getting into the fusions again? idk. I guess that's now BBB's main goal so that he can use the elementals to their full potential but then he was able to defeat Retak'ka anyway through combining two elementals so there's that too idk.

I don't read the comics but if there are people who point out that the rest of Kokotaim ain't getting their own moments then that's a problem because why do you still keep them around for? Threads by @KaizoIsLyfe and @icyfoxgalaxy point out the need for more stories and character development centered on Kokotaim and honestly so true bestie. They took away Ying's "reversal" move and gave it to LoopBot fsr.

Y'all need to look at some manga or anime for once I hope the writers are seeing this issue.

boboiboy series is essentially

OG series s1: introduction boboiboy x3 and second tier

OG series s2: introduction boboiboy  air and api

BBBM1 : introduction boboiboy x7

BBBG : restart of s1 & s2

BBBM2: boboiboy x5 deaths AND fusions

BBBG2: introduction boboiboy tier 3 and fusions

[screamin-abt-haikyuu]

How the Haikyuu Boys (and girls!) act around their crush

Characters: Most of them.

Reader gender: Neutral (only "you" is used)

Warnings: None💕

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for so long I wasn't sure if I should post it but here we go. Hope you enjoy!!

❥ Behaves very normally around you. However, you will sometimes notice a blush on their face when you smile at them.

AKAASHI, OSAMU, KITA, Kiyoko, Ukai Keishin, DAICHI, IWAIZUMI, Ennoshita, Matsukawa

❥ Gets nervous around you but is able to hold a decent conversation with you despite their nerves.

SUGAWARA, Shimada, KAGEYAMA, GOSHIKI, Kindaichi, Michimiya, ARAN, Kanoka,

❥ A very smooth talker. Openly flirts with you and teases you.

OIKAWA, KUROO, Saeko, TENDOU, Terushima, ATSUMU, Daishou

❥ Does nothing. Just stares at you silently from afar.

AONE, Asahi, Kiyoko, SAKUSA, USHIJIMA, Osamu, Kageyama, YAMAGUCHI, KENMA (when he doesn't have his head stuck in a game), Akaashi sometimes

❥ Error: person.exe has stopped working. Malfunctions terribly. Face goes red. Completely forgets how to form sentences. Stumbles over words and their own feet. Will steal shy glances at you when you're not looking.

YACHI, ASAHI, Yamaguchi, Hinata, TAKEDA

❥ Jokes around a lot. Tries their best to make you laugh because they love seeing you happy and smiley.

KUROO, FUKUNAGA, Koganegawa, AKITERU, SUGAWARA, Tanaka, NISHINOYA, Bokuto

❥ Showers you with lots of compliments.

ALISA, HINATA, Oikawa, BOKUTO, Atsumu, TANAKA, Inuoka, Tendou, Nishinoya

❥ Gets so excited around you that their face seems stuck in a permanent smile. Will talk really fast and drag you everywhere by your wrist to show you cool things.

BOKUTO, Hinata, NISHINOYA, Saeko, LEV, Koganegawa, Terushima

❥ Ignores you. Ignores you so hard you don't even know if they like you at all, much less if they have a crush on you. They only say hi to you at the max. However, if you pay attention, they will have the slightest blush on their face when greeting you. (won't ever admit it tho)

SAKUSA, Kunimi, KENMA, Kyoutani, TSUKISHIMA KEI, SUNA

Reblogs appreciated. Please do not steal or repost. 💕

MASTERLIST

Buy me a Kofi! <3

[atsumwah]

their reaction to you doing this tiktok trend

featuring : hq boys

warnings : kind of suggestive at the end

a/n : this was fun to do hehe <3

☆ gets flustered immediately but doesn't do anything to stop your hips from swaying. would be shy to ask for you to send him the video but you send him anyway and he can't stop watching it even though you're literally here with him.

— sakusa, yamaguchi, asahi, aone, AKAASHI, kita, akagi

☆ joins you immediately. he knows this trend by heart and when he heard the sound you picked, he immediately gets up to join you. ( because really, who wouldnt want double the hotness right? ) y'all are responsible for everyone's bi panic in the comment section.

— KUROO, oikawa, ATSUMU, hinata, BOKUTO, oikawa, matsukawa, YAKU

☆your hype man. he's whistling off screen and even recording you on his phone. would rewatch it with you and picks out the best for you to post it. he doesn't care if anyone simps over you because at the end of the day, he's the only one with actual access to your ass <3

— daichi, BOKUTO, suga, HANAMAKI, tanaka, NOYA, aran, lev.

☆ acts like he doesn't care but he's silently watching you from the corner of his eye. he's smirking at that particular part, even getting up and giving you pointers as an excuse to have your body flushed against his. let's just say he's a tease and it takes a while for you to actually film this trend.

— konoha, SUNA, terushima, ennoshita, iwaizumi.

reblogs are appreciated!

[pazumane-archive]

Black Tie Affair

Pairing: Ennoshita Chikara x CisFem!Reader, NSFW PWP, ~8.1k

Summary: Chikara thought he had seen the last of you when you dumped him after the graduation ceremony, but an unexpected chance encounter at Tanaka and Kiyoko’s wedding brings you two back together again in more ways than one.

Genre/WC: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Smut, Exes to Lovers, 8.1k.

THIS WORK IS NSFW SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. Blog rules are clearly stated in my pinned post.

Warnings: Unprotected hanky panky, oral (male and female receiving), edging, implied overstimulation, reader is VERY subby, Ennoshita is a n x i o u s, more shitty post banner making, this is canon-compliant and takes place after the timeskip so TIMESKIP-SPOILERS. Ending is pretty open to interpretation.

Notes:

Written for @meiansmistress’s Underrated Character Collab (Masterlist can be found here). Again, thank you for letting me join. You’re the best <3

I, uh... did not get this beta’d at all so there may be some mistakes. Hope you enjoy regardless!!

Do not repost my work on here or other platforms, especially platforms with lots of minors, such as TikTok.

Reblogs are very much appreciated! <3 Fic is under the cut.

Chikara expected to be asked to be the best man at Tanaka and Kiyoko’s wedding. While Tanaka had seemed closer to Nishinoya, he always relied on Chikara the most, whether it was for emotional or mental support. Besides, out of all the second years, he’s by far the most responsible, so he was the natural choice. So when Tanaka finally did ask him to be his best man, he wasn’t surprised.

What Chikara didn’t expect was for you, his ex-girlfriend, to be at the ceremony.

Of course, he knew that you had been invited to the wedding. Tanaka had even done the courtesy of checking with him before he sent the invitation. You were in his class all throughout both middle and high school, and a close friend, so Chikara wouldn’t ask him to choose between the two of you. It wouldn’t be fair to anybody involved. Yet, he hadn’t actually expected you to show up. So when you waltz into the reception, wearing a pale green dress that hugs your figure and perfectly complements your complexion, he’s startled, to say the least.

He didn’t actually see you during the ceremony itself, being too focused on his duties and making sure that Nishinoya didn’t embarrass anybody. However, due to his role as the best man, there’s no way you wouldn’t have seen him. And knowing you, you’re probably going to come right up to him... which you do as soon as he’s settled at his table.

He glances around for an excuse to walk away as you approach, but accepts the fact that escape is unavoidable as you bound over towards his table. Part of him is excited to see you, but part of him wishes that he asked Tanaka and Kiyoko not to invite you after all. But it’s their day, not his, so he puts on a brave face for his friends’ sakes.

“Oh my goodness, Chikara, hi!” you exclaim as you practically skip over to him, skirt swishing at your sides. “How long’s it been since we last saw each other?”

You know exactly how long it’s been... Ugh, stop it, Chikara. Play nice. For Tanaka.

It’s hard though, especially when you look this beautiful.

“Hey. It’s definitely been a while,” he mumbles, forcing a smile. He cringes internally, knowing how fake it must look. You give him an odd look, but continue the conversation anyway.

“What a crazy day. I’m still shocked that Ryu was the first one of us to get married,” you say. “And to Kiyoko, of all people!”

Who else would it have been? Us?

Instead he says, “I think it makes sense. Kiyoko’s always been the only girl for him.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, laughing. “He was always really sweet on her.”

Chikara almost forgot the way your eyes light up when you laugh and his heart stutters in his chest at the sight. He downs his drink in one hasty gulp, the alcohol burning his throat and making him cough. You pat him firmly on the back until he stops coughing.

God, this is awkward.

“Woah there, you okay?” you ask.

“Yep,” he says flatly.

Chikara appreciates your attempt to be civil, but it’s hard for him to reciprocate when you look this damn beautiful. You ask him some question, but he has a hard time focusing as your last conversation replays in the back of his head for the first time since you broke his heart after your shared graduation ceremony three years ago.

“I think we should break up, Chikara.” “What?!” “I said we should break up.” “Wait, why? Did I do something wrong?” “No, you didn’t.” “Then why are you dumping me?” “I just think it would be for the best. You have your future all sorted out and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. We’re going to be leading really different lives. I just don’t think it’s going to work out in the long-run.” “Wait, please don’t do this.” “We both know it’s for the best.” “You don’t know that. You don’t even want to try?” “We can still be friends.” “No, we can’t.” “What? Why not?” “I can’t just be your friend. It hurts too much.” “Chikara – ” “Don’t. Just don’t. You made your choice already.”

“Chikara?”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” he asks, blinking himself out of his stupor.

“I just wanted to know how you’ve been,” you say.

“Oh. I’m fine.”

“How are your parents?” you ask.

“They’re fine too,” he says.

“Fine, huh,” you mumble, taking a long sip of your wine. “Come on. It’s your best friend’s wedding day, loosen up a little! Let me buy you a drink.”

You grab his sleeve and drag him towards the bar before he can protest, much like you used to drag him to karaoke on the weekends. You order a glass of red wine for yourself and another whiskey for him. As soon as the bartender is finished pouring your drinks, you take his whiskey before he can grab it and hold it just out of his reach.

“Now tell me how you actually are and I’ll give you your whiskey. How’s school going? Kinesiology, right?” you ask.

Chikara tilts his head in surprise. You actually remembered what he was going to school for.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, unable to stop the smile creeping at the corners of his lips. “I am.”

“Are you still wanting to be a physical therapist?”

“I am,” he says. Suddenly, the imaginary emotional barrier he had constructed around himself when you first approached him tonight starts to crumble, and he feels compelled to tell you more. “I’m actually starting observational rounds in Sendai next week.”

“That’s so exciting!” you exclaim, handing his whiskey back to him. “You’ve always been so good at helping people. You’re going to be great. Tell me more about it.”

After that, the two of you start to fall into easier conversation. Of course, the alcohol helps loosen his tongue a little – but he forgot how easy you are to talk to. You ask him all sorts of questions about school, his friends, and his family, and in turn, you tell him about your brief stint as a bartender in Tokyo, and how you’re now working odd jobs in Sendai until you save enough money to go to art school.

By the time you’re each on your fourth or fifth drink (Chikara lost track a long time ago), the two of you are laughing together like nothing has changed. He might be a little tipsy, but even so, he doesn’t miss the way your hand keeps grazing his every time you go to pick up your glass, or the way your gaze keeps drifting down to his lips every time he speaks. Chikara feels a surge of confidence, probably due to the liquid courage flowing through his veins, but the words don’t come out quite as smoothly as he’d like them to.

“You… you look really beautiful in that dress,” he stammers. “Not that you don’t look beautiful all the time, because you do! It’s just - uh…”

Chikara, you dumbass.

“Thank you!” you say happily. “You look really handsome yourself. This suit just looks so good on you.”

It’s the exact same suit that the rest of the groomsmen are wearing, but the comment makes him flustered anyway. Your tone and the way that you daintily trace your fingers along his neckline certainly doesn’t help either. Chikara knows for certain that the flush in his cheeks can’t just be attributed to the alcohol anymore. He orders another whiskey and takes a long sip from his glass.

“I’m really happy that I could come tonight,” you say, your fingers trailing up to his cheek. “You seem like you’re doing really well. It’s been so nice to see you again.”

“I’m happy you could come too,” Chikara says, leaning into your touch.

A goofy, drunken smile breaks out across his face and your cheeks heat up. Chikara finds himself tilting your chin towards his, the distance between the two of you rapidly closing. His heart thunders in his chest as your eyes flutter closed and your breath fans softly against his mouth. He parts his lips and…

“Chikara!”

Nishinoya’s voice cuts through the music, and the moment is lost. Chikara abruptly straightens up as Nishinoya comes bounding over, hair mussed and dress shirt unbuttoned down to his chest. His eyes flit between the two of you, and a devious grin spreads across his face, one that fills Chikara with apprehension. He takes another sip of his whiskey as Noya greets you enthusiastically.

“Hey, long time, no see! Nice dress. You look great!” “Hi, Noya!” you exclaim. “Thank you so much! You look like you’re having fun.” “Oh, I am! I came looking for Chikara, but it looks like he’s in good hands,” Noya says, clapping him on the back unexpectedly hard. Chikara stumbles forward, unable to catch himself in time… and tips the rest of his drink all over the front of your dress.

“Shit!” Chikara exclaims as you let out a little surprised squeak. “I’m sorry.”

He sets his glass down, shoots a furious glare at Noya, and takes you by the hand. He leads you out of the banquet hall and down the long corridor by the elevators.

“Chikara, hold on!” you laugh. “Where are you taking me?”

“I just ruined your dress, the least I can do is help you clean it up,” he replies.

“It’s just a little whiskey,” you say. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

You tug on his sleeve and the two of you come to a stop in front of the elevators. A floor-length mirror decorates the opposite wall. You glance over at your reflection in the glass. A golden-brown stain is splattered across your chest, standing in stark contrast to the pale green fabric of your dress. Chikara watches you trail your fingertips over the whiskey stain, eyes flitting down towards your chest. You clear your throat suddenly, and Chikara turns his gaze up towards you. You hold it silently until you both break into a fit of tipsy giggles.

“I suppose it is a pretty bad stain,” you laugh. “Here, let me show you.”

You take his hand and guide it towards you. Your dress is damp to the touch as he runs his hand over the stained fabric. You hum quietly as he gingerly touches your chest.

“You got me good, didn’t you?” you ask airily.

Chikara accidentally ghosts his hand over the swell of your breast and jerks his hand away, but you catch it before he can get away.

“It’s fine,” you say, coaxing his hand back to where it was. “I like it when you touch me.”

Chikara’s heart pounds in his chest as he tentatively squeezes your breast. Your nipple pebbles under his palm and he quickly comes to the realization that you’re not wearing a bra. When his thumb catches on your stiffening peak, you let out the most perfect little sigh, a sound that makes Chikara’s cock twitch between his legs.

“You know,” you say, “I’ll probably have to take my dress off if I wanna wash it properly. Do you think you could help me with that?”

*

As soon as the elevator doors close behind you, you grab Chikara by his tie and crash your lips to his. You press your body right to his, trailing your hands down his chest and tugging his shirt out of his dress pants. He breaks the kiss to look for the button that would send the elevator up to his floor, and as soon as he presses it, his hands are back on you.

His fingers run up and down your back and over the curve of your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. You drag your leg up his thigh and Chikara is quick to react, hoisting you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. Your skirt hikes up higher around your thighs, revealing your lacy black panties to him. Chikara swears under his breath and stumbles forward, slotting his lips against yours again.

Bracing you up on the railing, he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, desperate to taste you. You eagerly part your lips for him and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You taste sweet, like the red wine you’ve been sipping all night, and it makes him groan. When your hands trail down to his belt buckle, he breaks the kiss and pulls away.

“We should get back to my room first,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “Somebody might see.”

“Don’t care,” you say, grabbing him by his belt and pulling him back in. You grind on him, pulling a surprised gasp from his lungs.

The elevator jerks to a stop and Chikara is quick to set you back on the ground, pulling your dress back down over your butt. The doors open and he takes your hand, dragging you down the hall with determination. When he stops in front of his room, you unbuckle his belt and run your hand over his crotch, lightly squeezing his half-hard bulge through his pants. Chikara fumbles with his key, nearly dropping it on the ground and making you giggle. When he finally gets the door open, you push him inside and close the door behind you, immediately pouncing on him again.

“Weren’t… you gonna… wash that… stain out of your dress?” Chikara asks between hurried and desperate kisses.

“It can wait,” you say, pushing him back towards the bed.

The back of Chikara’s knees knock against the bedframe and he stumbles backwards, bouncing back onto the mattress. He tries to sit back up, but you don’t let him, pushing him back on the bed and clambering into his lap. Your fingers fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt, but you eventually manage to get the last button undone. You slot your lips against his again, pressing your bodies together and running your hands all over his bare chest. Your touch is electric on his skin, and Chikara’s cock strains against his slacks almost painfully, begging for some kind of relief. You grind your covered cunt along his hardened length and Chikara throws his head back with a needy groan.

“I wanna see you, Chikara,” you whisper, sliding off his lap and kneeling between his legs.

You make quick work of taking off his pants, sliding them down his legs and letting his cock spring free. It slaps back on his stomach, little droplets of his precum splattering on his skin. Your mouth drops open slightly as you take the base of his cock in your hand. Chikara jumps at the contact, palms sweating and breaths coming harder than usual.

“Chikara,” you whisper. “You have such a pretty cock.”

Before he can respond, you take the head between your lips, swiping your tongue over his slit and pulling a loud moan from his throat.

“Fuck, do that again,” he says, holding himself up on his elbows. “Please.”

You wink at him and circle your tongue around his head one more time before taking him fully into your mouth. Everything feels so warm and wet as you drag your tongue up his shaft, and his cock jumps in your mouth. You close your eyes and relax your jaw, taking him even further. The tight squeeze of your throat is so intense that it’s almost overwhelming, and his hand flies to the back of your head to ground himself. You begin to bob your head up and down over his length, peeking back up at him and innocently batting your eyelashes as if you aren’t taking his dick halfway down your throat. Chikara’s dick twitches in between your lips, and you hollow your cheeks even further, sending an intense wave of pleasure through his whole body.

“Fuuuuck,” Chikara groans, fisting his fingers tightly in your hair. “So good.”

You moan around his length as you bob up and down on his cock. The wet drag of your lips and mouth are so overwhelming that his balls tighten and a shiver runs through his body.

“I’m gonna come if you don’t–fuuuuck,” he moans.

He tries to pull you off, but you grip his thighs and push your head down until your nose brushes against his abdomen. When you look directly into his eyes and slowly swallow, he comes down your throat with a loud cry. You hum around him, continuing to swallow and suckle at his sensitive head until the sensation becomes too much and he has to pull you your head away.

Sitting back on your knees, you open your mouth to show him that you’ve swallowed everything you’ve given him. Chikara groans, propping himself up on one arm and pulling you into a sloppy kiss with the other. He can taste himself on your tongue and it pulls a low, rumbling moan from his chest. You push him back down on the mattress, straddling him and pulling your dress over your head in one fast motion. Your breasts hang heavy from your chest, and Chikara realizes as he drinks in your form - this is the first time he’s ever seen you laid bare like this. His hands still at his sides, yet he’s so eager to touch you, eager to please you, eager to make you scream… it’s overwhelming.

“Touch me, Chikara?”

Chikara’s entire body goes rigid at your request. He’s not a virgin by any means - he’s had a handful of flings since starting college, but none of them really meant anything to him. But this time… this time is different. And with the only exception being when he was subbed in after Daichi’s injury back in his second year of high school, he’s the most nervous he’s ever been in his life. It’s almost as if you sense his nerves, because you lean down and kiss him reassuringly.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you whisper against his lips, the smell of wine on your breath flooding his senses.

“No,” he stammers. “I want to. Sorry, I’m just - just a little nervous.”

“Don’t be,” you murmur with a smile. You give him another gentle kiss and prop yourself above him on your elbows, breasts dangling tantalizingly in front of his eyes.

Chikara tentatively tilts his chin up, wrapping his lips around one of your pert nipples and circling his tongue around the stiffening bud.

“F-fuck,” you whimper. “That feels good.”

Reaching up, he takes your other tit in his hand and carefully squeezes the soft flesh, tweaking your nipple between his fingertips and making you whine.

“Yes, fuck,” you moan softly, taking his free hand and guiding it down towards your clothed pussy. “Need more. Please.”

Chikara trails his hand down your body, over the curve of your stomach and the lace of your panties. He delicately cups your sex in his hand, pushing aside your panties and feeling the wetness pooling between your legs. He moans into your tit, grazing his teeth over your nipple. Your nails dig into his shoulders, pressing little crescent moons into his flushed skin.

He swirls his fingers through your folds before slowing pressing his middle finger into your soaking pussy. You whine quietly as he carefully pumps his finger in and out of your wet heat. Soon, he pushes a second finger in, and then a third, gently scissoring them inside of you. Thrusting even more deeply, he curls his fingers experimentally and you cry out when he brushes a bumpy spot inside your walls.

“Fuck, right there, please!” you beg, cunt pulsing around his fingers. You grind down harder on his hand, gripping his shoulders to brace yourself.

“My clit, Chikara, please,” you whimper.

Chikara swipes his thumbs over your folds exploratorily, sucking harder at your tit. “A little higher,” you say, guiding his thumb toward the sensitive bundle. When his thumb catches on the bud, you squeeze even harder around his fingers and moan loudly. Chikara keeps his thumb there, rubbing careful circles around your clit and drawing long whines from you as he fucks you with his fingers.

“Is that good?” he asks.

“Yeah, so good,” you whimper. “Don’t stop.”

Bracing you with his other hand, Chikara nibbles at the soft fat of your tit, leaving a trail of love bites across your chest. You grind down on his hand, and every time his fingers catch that soft spot inside of you, you mewl and beg for more. Chikara can tell you’re getting close from the way your cunt pulses around his fingers and how your whines get higher and higher.

“Please,” you mewl. “I’m so close.”

Just as you’re about to fall apart, Chikara rips his fingers from your pussy and rolls you underneath him in one swift motion. You whine and open your mouth to protest, but your complaint is muffled when Chikara presses his fingers down on your tongue.

“Suck,” he says. You turn to putty in his hands, closing your lips around his fingers and swirling your tongue around them. The ease with which you submit to him sends a wave of confidence through Chikara and he bends low to your ear.

“See you good you taste?” he asks lowly, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Mmm-hmm,” you whimper, a violent shudder running through your body.

“And you wouldn’t deprive me of that, would you?” he whispers, leaning back over you.

You look up at him with glassy eyes and shake your head no. The way you suck harder on his fingers has him choking back a moan, and he pulls them from your mouth.

“Turn over for me.”

You squirm underneath him, and Chikara sits back on his heels so you can roll onto your stomach. As you settle on your hands and knees, he removes his shirt the rest of the way and throws it on the ground.

“Let me see that pretty pussy of yours,” he whispers, grabbing your hips and pulling your ass up in the air.

He quickly yanks down your panties and you kick them off to the side. You arch your back and wiggle your ass for him, smirking mischievously at him from over your shoulder. You gasp when he suddenly brings his hand down hard across your ass cheek. He soothes the sting by pressing light kisses across your skin, before leaning in close to your entrance.

“Fuck,” he says, spreading your cheeks and admiring the way your slick shines on the soft petals of your pussy. “You’re so wet.”

“Are you just gonna stare, or –ahhhh!”

Your teasing is interrupted when Chikara licks a long, flat stripe between your folds, lapping up your slick and pushing it back into your weeping hole. You cry out again, falling down to your shoulders and burying your face in the pillow, gripping the sheets that your knuckles turn white. Chikara takes one cheek in each hand, massaging your ass and fucking you with his tongue. The pillow muffles your voice, but the way your slick dribbles down his chin tells him everything he needs to know. He feels you shift under him and your trembling voice gives him pause.

“Please,” you whimper. “Need more.”

Chikara hums into your cunt and reaches between your legs, stroking your clit methodically. You grind back on his face and chant his name like a quiet prayer. Your sheer desperation for him sparks a fire in Chikara’s body that goes straight to his cock. He increases his pace on your clit and moans into your cunt. You throw your head back, crying out in pleasure. You’re so needy, so responsive, and it fuels Chikara more than he’d like to admit. You beg him for more, more, more, and his cock twitches back to life between his legs, burning with the need to fill you. He wants to fuck you so bad, to make you scream his name and beg for his cum. But first, he wants to feel you gush all over his face.

He pulls his tongue out of your cunt and replaces it with two of his fingers, slowly pumping them back and forth. He feels around inside you carefully, curling his fingers until he finds that soft spot that had you crying out for him earlier. When he finally reaches it, you moan shamelessly, pushing back into his hand.

“How does that feel?” he asks, pressing a hot kiss to your right ass cheek and making you whine.

“Feels so good,” you answer breathily.

“I want you to come all over my tongue, can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

“Yeah,” you mewl, pussy clenching around his fingers.

“You like that?” he asks. “You like when I call you my good girl?”

“Fuck, yes,” you whine. “Wanna be your good girl.”

He rewards you by running his tongue up and down your folds again, quickly finding your clit again and swirling his tongue around it. You push back into his face, desperate for more friction, desperate for him. Chikara feels his balls tighten between his legs at your growing restlessness, so he wraps his free hand around his throbbing cock, still damp with your saliva, and pumps it in his fist in time with his fingers.

“Shit, I’m so close,” you whimper.

Chikara flicks his tongue over your folds faster and more deliberately. He feels your pussy start to spasm around his fingers again, and you come with a loud cry of his name. Chikara quickly rips his fingers out of you and presses his tongue to your cunt, desperate to lap up every drop of your release. You grind back on his face, and Chikara greedily sucks and slurps up your release as it coats his lips and tongue.

As much as he wants to take you, the taste of you is so intoxicating that part of him wishes he could keep his face between your legs as long as possible. He lazily drags his tongue all around your cunt until you shake and whimper under his touch. Leaving one last hot, open-mouthed kiss on your core, he sits back up and groans into your skin.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groans.

Precum dribbles from the tip of Chikara’s cock, aching with the need to fuck you. He grips his cock and rubs the head along your glistening folds, hissing at just how wet and warm you feel. When his tip brushes against your sensitive clit, your body jerks under his touch and you cry out.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m great,” you answer, reaching back towards him. He takes your hand and squeezes it reassuringly.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks.

“Please,” you say breathlessly, wiggling your butt for him just like you did before. “Want you so bad.”

Chikara leans over you, moving your hair over your other shoulder and leaving wet kisses along the side of your neck.

“Ride me,” he whispers into your skin. “Wanna see your face when you come.”

You look back at him over your shoulder. Your expression is soft, but the want in your eyes is undeniable. You quickly move out of the way and Chikara takes your place, lying flat on his back, his stiff cock slapping wetly against his stomach. You straddle him once again, grinding down on his dick and making him moan.

“Wait,” Chikara says, squeezing your thighs. “Do you have a condom?”

“I’m clean and on birth control,” you say, swiping your wet folds along his length again. “Please, Chikara. Just fuck me. Need you.”

Chikara can’t find it in himself to care about the potential consequences when you say his name so prettily, so when you take hold of his dick to guide it towards your heat, he lays back and lets you do so.

You throw your head back and let out the sweetest of moans as you sink down on his length. You look so beautiful above him, and your walls feel so snug around his cock that it’s almost too much for him to bear. Chikara curses under his breath as you rock your hips forward, your juices leaking down his shaft and pooling on his thighs.

Chikara reaches up, cupping your breast in his hand and sucking another mark right next to your nipple. Mewling quietly, you sit back, lifting yourself carefully and dropping yourself back down on his dick. Chikara lets out a choked moan and his hands fly to your hips. He throws his head back in pleasure, neck straining almost painfully against the pillows.

“So big,” you moan as you slowly fuck yourself on his cock. “Feels so good. I’m so full.”

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, squeezing your waist. He chances another look up at you, tilting his head forward and taking in your form in the dim lamplight. Your unabashed praise and the utterly blissed-out look on your face sparking something primal in him. He grips your hips tightly, thrusting into your heat as you bounce up and down on his cock, guided by his firm hands on your hips.

You fall forward on his chest as he fucks into you harder and kiss him messily, tongue laving over his. The wet squelching of your bodies slapping together and your breathy moans are like music to his ears. You’re so wet, and squeezing him so tightly that it takes nearly all of his willpower to not blow his entire load right away. He carefully drops a hand to the space between your legs, finding your clit again and drawing tight circles around it.

“Look at me,” Chikara says commandingly, increasing his pace on your clit and grinding harder into you. You do as he says, eyes hazy with pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “Wanna make you feel good, baby.”

“I… I’m so close,” you mewl. “Please. Let me come, Chikara.”

He nods, putting more gentle pressure on your clit and bucking into you even more aggressively. You gasp and shift above him, back arching and head thrown back. Your hair cascades down your shoulders and you cry out in euphoria, the dim light of the bedside lamp casting an angelic glow over your body as you come.

Chikara can’t remember ever seeing something so beautiful.

You collapse forward on Chikara’s chest, back heaving with heavy breaths. Intertwining his fingers in your hair, he kisses you with a voracious hunger he didn’t realize he was even capable of possessing. Your tongues tangle together messily, making him moan into your open mouth. You set your forehead on his when you break the kiss, panting heavily.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Chikara says, wiggling out from underneath you. He gently pushes you to the side until you lay face-down in the sheets. Quickly moving behind you, he lifts your hips up and fully seats his cock back inside you in one swift push, ripping a surprised gasp from you. He fucks you slowly at first, savoring the intense squeeze of your pussy yet again. Despite both of the intense orgasms he’s given you tonight, you push your ass back into him and moan, begging for more.

And who is he to not oblige your request?

Chikara speeds his thrusts up into a much more brutal pace, heavy balls slapping your clit and making you scream. He can feel how much deeper he reaches at this angle, and he shudders as your silken walls spasm around his cock. Fisting a hand in your hair, he pulls you up to your knees and presses your back against his chest. His other arm snakes down your torso and lands between your legs, just over your soaked core. He holds you tightly as he fucks up into you and mercilessly rolls your abused clit between his fingers, pulling another ragged moan from you. Your pussy flutters around him and you weakly grope at his hand.

“S-sensitive,” you slur.

“I know,” Chikara grits out. “But you’re being so good. I know you can take it. You can take it, right?”

You nod almost drunkenly, tipping your head back against his shoulder. You clench around him again, and he hisses and tightens his grip in your hair. Tilting your head to the side, he bites down on that spot where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking hard until a dark mark blooms on your skin. He quickly soothes it with flat licks of his tongue, and you whimper his name again. Letting go of your hair, he reaches around and fondles your tit in his hand instead, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging on your nipple. You sigh at his touch and roll your hips back to meet his thrusts. Trying to stabilize yourself with the little strength you have left, your hand leaves his arm and curls around the back of his head, fingers threading through his trimmed hair.

“That’s my girl. You like being fucked like this?” Chikara groans in your ear.

“Uh huh,” you whimper, turning your head and kissing him messily. “So deep.”

“Fuck, I can tell,” he huffs into your open mouth. “You’re suckin’ me in so well.”

“Ple…please,” you whine, tugging so hard on his hair that it hurts. “More.”

“What? You wanna come again?” he asks condescendingly.

“Uh huh.”

“So-fuck… so fuckin’ greedy,” he grunts. “Be a good girl and beg for it.”

You moan at his command and push your ass into him again.

“Please,” you whimper. “Please make me come. I need it. Need you.”

“Tell me who’s making you feel this good,” he grunts, increasing his speed and pressure on your clit.

“You are!” you cry out, pressing your ass into him even harder.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You!” you repeat, panting and shaking in his hold.

“Say my name.”

“I’m yours, Chikara! All yours! Always yours!” you practically sob, tears pricking at your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

The tight coil in your core snaps once again and you come with a loud cry, cunt pulsating around Chikara’s dick. You shudder in his grasp as your orgasm rips through you and you fall forward on the mattress, utterly boneless and unable to catch yourself. Chikara can’t help the loud and throaty moans that spill from his lips at the feeling of you coming so fucking hard for him, pussy still spasming around his throbbing dick. He grips your waist and situates himself just above you, hips snapping ruthlessly against the plush curve of your ass. You whimper underneath him as he desperately chases his own release, fucking into your dripping pussy with unrestrained fervor. He’s sure you can feel how close he is, with the way his dick twitches inside you and the way the pace of his thrusts becomes more and more erratic.

“Where do you want me?” he chokes out, on the verge of losing himself to you.

“Inside, Chikara, please!” you cry. “Fill me up, please! Want your cum so bad. Please.”

Chikara shudders and burrows his head into the crook of your neck. He bites down on your neck again, sucking another mark into your skin and making you cry out. After a few more harsh thrusts, Chikara spills into your heat with a loud groan of your name, sending rope after rope of his cum into your cunt and making you whine. White hot pleasure consumes his entire body, and his thrusts grow slower and shallower as he milks himself of every last drop of his release. His body feels like it’s on fire as he comes down from his high.

And suddenly, he remembers where he is.

As soon as he finds it in himself to calm down and get the feeling in his legs back, Chikara hastily pulls out of you. He scrambles off the bed towards the bathroom, but your quiet question stops him in his tracks.

“Where are you going?”

Chikara glances over his shoulder at you. You roll over onto your back and spread yourself prettily on the bed. Moonlight trickles in through the opening in between the curtains, casting a tantalizing glow over your skin. His eyes rake over your naked body, and he desperately tries to ignore the way his cum slowly leaks from your pussy. Chikara swallows hard, trying his best to disregard the heat that flares inside of him yet again.

“Gotta clean up,” he says, gesturing towards the bathroom.

“Aren’t you gonna at least give me a kiss before you run off?” you ask with stars in your eyes.

He knows he shouldn’t. But your sleepy and fucked out smile makes his heart clench in his chest and lures him back in.

You really have no idea what you do to him.

Chikara makes his way back to the bed, leaning over you and planting a chaste kiss on your lips. But when he tries to pull away, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and try to deepen the kiss.

“Settle down,” he says, prying your arms off of himself and stepping away.

“Fine,” you huff, pursing your lips in a cute little pout.

Chikara hurries into the bathroom and locks the door. He grabs the nearest towel, wets it, and wipes down his dick and thighs. As soon as he dries off, he takes a long look at himself in the mirror. His face is still flushed, his hair is sweaty and wild, and lipstick stains are slathered across his neck and chest. There’s no way he can return to the reception looking like this without rumors flying around, and if you look half as messy as he does, you probably aren't going to be able to go back any time soon either. He sighs and splashes his face in the sink before wiping the lipstick off his skin and grabbing a fresh washcloth for you to clean yourself along with a cup of water. By the time he’s done and gets up the courage to leave the bathroom, you knock on the door and Chikara nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Are you almost done in there? I need to pee.”

“Uh, yeah,” he says, opening the door.

You stand before him in all your naked splendor. The smile you give him is so soft that it makes his heart feel like it’s sunk into his stomach. You look so beautiful with your mussed hair and the marks he sucked into your skin on full display. He begins to feel overcome with the urge to kiss you breathless yet again, but he fights it back and clears his throat awkwardly.

“Here,” he says, handing you the washcloth and water, and quickly exiting the bathroom before he feels even more tempted to touch you. After slipping his boxers back on, he climbs into bed and stares at the ceiling, hoping that he falls asleep before he has to see you smile at him like that again. Your words echo painfully in his mind and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“I’m yours, Chikara! All yours! Always yours!”

It felt so good hearing you scream those words, but it stings to think about it now, knowing that it’s just one of those things that people say in the heat of the moment. Why would you actually mean those words, especially when they’re about him?

Chikara buries his face into the pillows in frustration. Now that he’s finally had you, finally been able to show you what you mean to him, he’s going to lose you again just as quickly as he did before. And it hurts so bad, pretending that you were his again, even if it was for just one night.

No, you’ve never truly been his. He’s an idiot for tricking himself into thinking otherwise. He rolls over, letting out a defeated sigh and dragging his hands down his cheeks.

The click of the bathroom door opening shakes Chikara from his negative train of thought, and he quickly rolls over to face away from the bathroom door, pretending to be asleep. The only noise in the room is the quiet pitter-patter of your feet along the carpeted floor. The mattress dips down next to him and he can hear the sheets rustling beside him. You slide in under the covers next to him and snuggle into his back.

Chikara’s breath hitches when you place several featherlight kisses along his back and shoulders, and he knows that you know he’s still awake. He carefully wiggles from your grasp and rolls over, only to be greeted by your sleepy, cute smile.

“Hey,” you whisper, eyes blinking slowly with fatigue.

“Hey,” he answers quietly.

You press your lips to his once more, but unlike your frantic kisses on the elevator, this one is unhurried, languid, and gentle, and Chikara can’t help but kiss you back. This time, he pours everything he wishes he could say into this kiss. How much he misses you, how much he wants you back, how afraid he is of getting his heart broken again. You break the kiss first and wrap an arm around his waist, trailing your fingertips up and down his back.

“Hold me?” you ask quietly.

“Okay.”

Chikara tentatively wraps his arms around you and you snuggle into him, snaking one of your legs between his.

“Missed you so much, Chikara,” you murmur sleepily against his lips. “Wanted you back for so long.”

God, how he wishes you wouldn’t say things like that when you don’t mean it.

Soon, your breathing slows and deepens into a steady, sleepy pattern. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, Chikara runs his fingers through your hair, hoping that the painful thundering of his heart doesn’t wake you. “I missed you too,” he whispers, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes.

Holding you like this hurts. Lying here, feeling your legs intertwined with his hurts. The lingering scent of your shampoo invading his senses hurts. Yet, he doesn’t have the heart to get out of bed or wake you and ask you to go. So for now, he’s going to hold you close one last time before you leave him behind and break his heart yet again.

*

The other side of the bed is cold when Chikara wakes up the next morning. He’s not surprised, but that doesn’t alleviate the pained heartache he feels at your absence. He sits up, looking around for any sign of you, but your dress is no longer on the floor and your phone is gone too. Running a hand through his hair, he rolls over and reaches for his phone on the bedside table. No messages from you, but a bunch from Nishinoya and two from Tanaka.

Nishinoya: Chikara!! You two ran out so fast that I didn’t have a chance to apologize for bumping in to both of you like that. Everything okay? Nishinoya: Where are you, dude? Nobody’s seen you in a while. Nishinoya: Did the two of you…? Nishinoya: I see... Make sure to wrap it before you tap it! ;)

Tanaka: My man!! Don’t think I didn’t see the two of you sneaking out together LMAO Tanaka: See you soon, brother. Thanks for everything.

Chikara sighs in exasperation and drops his phone on the bed. He’s supposed to be the responsible one, so how could he be so damn stupid?

Whatever.

At least Tanaka doesn’t seem to be mad about him ditching the end of the reception.

Suddenly, Chikara hears the sound of the toilet flushing inside the bathroom. He bolts upright in surprise and immediately regrets it, pain thrumming through his head from the untold number of whiskey shots he had last night. He looks around for something to put on, settling for his discarded dress shirt. By the time he’s slipped it on, you step out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but his undershirt and your panties. Your nipples peek through the thin white fabric of his shirt, and Chikara has to force himself to look away, lest he be drawn back into your trap again.

“Good morning,” you say happily, coming over and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Morning,” he says curtly.

If you notice his tone, you don’t acknowledge it, instead walking over to the coffee maker.

“I had a pretty bad headache this morning, so I made some coffee. Do you want some?” you ask. “I’ve been up for a while so it’s probably not very hot anymore.”

“No.”

You glance back over at him, pursing your lips and furrowing your brow.

“Okay… well, it’s there if you change your mind.”

Chikara’s heart and mind both race as you slip back into the bathroom.

What are you still doing here?

The only noise in the hotel room is the muffled sound of the faucet running behind the closed bathroom door. Chikara sits there in silence, anxiously waiting for you to emerge again. His heart and his mind are at war with each other as he waits. There are so many things he wants to say, yet all his thoughts are conflicting.

I miss you. I don’t want to see you again.

Take me back. Please leave.

It’s all just so confusing. He fully expected you to be gone when he woke up in the morning, but you weren’t. You’re still here. And you’re wearing his clothes.

God, he hates how good you look in his clothes.

The bathroom door clicks open again, pulling Chikara out of his stupor, but doing nothing to settle his nerves. You step out of the bathroom, wearing your dress that you wore last night. The fabric is damp around your chest, and the whiskey is mostly washed out, but there’s still a slight golden smudge along your neckline. Chikara’s shirt is folded carefully when you hand it to him. Your fingers graze his arm slightly and he pulls away like your touch somehow burned him. Your frown deepens and you turn towards the door.

“I can tell you don’t want me here, so I’ll just go,” you murmur. “I’m sorry. Goodbye, Chikara.”

“That’s not true,” Chikara blurts out as you make your way towards the door. You freeze, your gaze locked on the ground. Neither of you speak for some time.

“Why are you still here?” Chikara asks, breaking the silence. “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

“Because I wasn’t lying when I said that I missed you last night,” you say, turning around and looking at him, regret and hurt in your eyes. Chikara swears his heart stops for a moment when the words pass your lips. “I know how badly I hurt you when I left. And I know I can’t just magically fix what I did. I just thought… I just thought that after last night, maybe we could start over. But I understand if you don’t want to see me again.”

Your voice trails off and you look at him sadly. The sight makes Chikara’s heart drop once again.

“Is that what you want?” you ask.

“I don’t know what I want,” Chikara admits after another pregnant pause.

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, eyes darting around the room like you’re looking for something. You hurry over to the bedside table and open the drawer. Next to the Gideon Bible is a small notepad with the hotel’s logo stamped across the bottom of each page. You scribble a handful of digits down on the first sheet, tear it off, and hand it to him.

“I don’t know if you still have my number, but if you make up your mind, call me,” you say. “Let me take you out to dinner. Okay?”

And with that, you leave Chikara’s hotel room with a quiet goodbye. He holds the paper in his hands, eyes scanning over the digits of your phone number. It’s still the same number you had in high school, and somehow, he still has it memorized, even after all these years. Within a matter of minutes, he grabs his phone and types out a single message to you.

“Just one dinner.”

Sent.

[petriquors]

— how the hq boys describe being in love with you

— boys !! various

— genre !! fluff

— author notes !! inspired by a text post about how andrew garfield described his now-ended relationship with emma stone, yes one of these ideas is a direct quote by him, yes i adore him

loving you is coming home for the first time in a long time, after he’d forgotten some of the softest details of the place where his heart resides. he sees you and is reminded of something long-forgotten, something that warms him and takes his breath away in the same instant.

— kiyoomi sakusa, kenma kozume, asahi azumane, toru oikawa shinsuke kita, ittetsu takeda, shugo meian !!

your love feels like bathing in sunlight. every day is a good day with your warmth, with his skin kissed and caressed by your hands, your lips, your very aura. he’s brighter when your light shines on him, and he’s grown addicted to the heat.

— shoyo hinata, kotaro bokuto, yuu nishinoya, ryunosuka tanaka, yuji terushima, koushi sugawara, morisuke yaku !!

loving you feels like a slow ride down a river, always moving forward, but never too fast. below the water is life, some of it new, some of it ancient, but all of it fed and nourished by the doward current that eventually joins with an ocean of possibility.

— keiji akaashi, tadashi yamaguchi, chikara ennoshita, akira kunimi, suna rintaro, takanobu aone, sachiro hirugami !!

your love makes him feel more alive than he ever has before, as if he was asleep before he met you. the world is bright and full, and everything is that much more beautiful through the eyes of a man who knows he’s loved every second, with a warm bed to fall into, beside you, every night.

— hajime iwaizumi, tetsuro kuroo, kei tsukishima, atsumu miya, issei matsukawa, kenji futakuchi, tendo satori !!

your love is sweet like sugar, a treasure, a joy, something to be cherished and enjoyed. something his. something he must savor and protect. he’s honored that you’ve made this thing, this eternal thing, just for him, and he vows to prove his appreciation to you every day.

— daichi sawamura, wakatoshi ushijima, lev haiba, tsutomu goshiki, aran ojiro, kanji koganegawa. Motoya komori !!

loving you is terrifying, but not as terrifying as the opposite: being without you. it emboldens him, makes him stronger, wills him to push himself harder to be better, no, the best, for you. if you’ve really chosen him (though he can’t imagine why), he will find the strength to make it worth it.

— tobio kageyama, kenjiro shirabu, akiteru tsukishima, keishin ukai, osamu miya, takahiro hanamaki !!

suggestions open; reblogs appreciated !!

[keithtopia]

HQ Boys - Why or Why Not I Would Invite Them to the Carne Asada (Karasuno Edition)

TW/CW: Swearing, mentions of food & alcohol. Lmk if I missed anything

Daichi

Yes.

One hundred percent yes.

Would greet everyone and remember their names

Would help out a lot

Dad energy

V respectful

Sugawara

YES

Would not show up empty handed

Be it a 24 pack

A whole ass bottle

a side dish or dessert

or all of them

Would be very shy to dance but would dance a few songs

Nickname: Guerito

Asahi

Absolutely

Family would obviously be intimidated by this tree of a man, but would absolutely love him once they get to talking.

Would definitely try to learn conversational Spanish beforehand.

Nickname: El pachon

Nishinoya

NO

Would tackle anyone and anything when the piñata breaks

Would be the person to take more than one center piece

Nickname: El chapparito

Tanaka

Yes

But it comes with risks, okay

Would get absolutely shit faced with all the tios.

Nickname: el pelon

Ennoshita

Yes

Sweet boy

family loves him almost immediately

Would be DD for anyone who needs it

Nickname: el chauffeur

all because he was DD ONE time.

Kinnoshita

Yes

Do we have a reason not to invite him?

Just invite him, okay.

Narita

Yes

Same as above.

Kageyama

NO

would just sit/stand there awkwardly

Wouldn't be able to handle any teasing

Hinata

No

Too much crackhead energy

Family would def think he's on drugs

Would make all the kids in the bounce house go flying

Tsukishima

Yes and no

Probably wouldn't want to go anyway

Maybe

It just depends on the day really

If he does go, he would refuse to eat more

R U D E

Nickname: Flaco

Yamaguchi

Yes

He would be v shy

but gets along with everyone

Would eat too much tho

poor bby is too shy to refuse when offered forced more to eat

Unfortunately because of that...

Nickname: el comelon

Pt. 2

A/N: Nicknames bestowed only upon those who were invited. Well… except Daichi, Kinnoshita, and Narita. I couldn’t come up with one 😫 sorry. Hope you enjoyed these! Other versions of this coming soon

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome and appreciated. Thank you <3

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[waka-chan-out]

hi, i love your blog so much!! i especially love your shirabu fics they give me life 😳😳can i request hcs of tendou, shirabu, and oikawa being protective of their gf?

Protective Boyfriend Headcanons

AN INDIVIDUAL WITH EXQUISITE TASTE !! shirabu simps are an elite breed. the fic i did for him in my event is one of my favorites. i appreciate that very much. my efforts have not been wasted. and seriously, thank you. that means the world!

post-timeskip, obviously.

includes: tendou, shirabu, oikawa, and — i couldn’t resist — ennoshita

content warnings: none! pretty much just fluff. if you want nsfw protective headcanons, well . . . shoot me an ask.

tendou satori

- i’ll preface this by saying how happy he makes me. i don’t talk about him much on here but i SHOULD.

- i feel like he’s very casually protective. he’s very secure in his relationships and trusts you a lot, so he doesn’t feel the need to interfere much if someone flirts with you. he’ll obviously step in if they get pushy but hey, he doesn’t mind you getting a few free drinks.

- he’s protective everywhere. i can just picture him walking around your family’s backyard for a family reunion or party with an arm slung over your shoulder, occasionally bending his elbow and pulling you close so he can say something funny or mean in your ear.

- delivers devastating insults. you have a boss giving you a hard time? he’ll call them and, like he did when he played volleyball, break them.

- he’s so hyper-vigilant it’s almost scary sometimes. if someone threw something and it’s about to hit you, he bats it away without even looking.

shirabu kenjirō

- he’s not very confrontational, so his favorite thing to do is wait until you’re the one giving him attention. if someone hits on you in public or seems to be eyeing you up, he’ll wait until you kiss him or run a hand through his hair, then make direct eye contact with that person. it’s a subtle move of dominance, showing the other person that not only are you his, but he’s also yours. you actively love him, and he loves showing that off.

- would go to his grave defending you. he’s been in one first fight in his whole life, and it happened after someone insulted you at a bar and he threw the hardest punch he could. it was broken up quickly and he ended up with a black eye and a busted lip, but he tells you it was worth it.

- extremely territorial. it’s endearing, but he’s very serious about it. will not let it go. he still talks about it like an hour later, saying “i can’t believe he was just hitting on you like that in front of me” and you have to assure him you’re fine, he’s fine, the situation has been resolved.

- when you’re out of town, he loves calling or facetiming you. his favorite thing to do is fall asleep on the phone. he does it so he really knows how you’re doing. you talk about your day and he tells you about his. he likes hearing your voice so he knows for sure that you’re doing okay, even if you’re far away from him.

oikawa tooru

- thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world when someone flirts with you, and will not be nice about it. one time a guy was flirting with you at an event for his team, and oikawa walked over, still fully decked out in his team uniform, and just stared at him with an eyebrow raised. the guy asked him what the hell he wanted. oikawa responded with a “nothing at all. i was just observing how genuinely unpleasant your smile is.” creates insecurity where there was none before. tooru oikawa does not know or tolerate peace.

- he wins the award for most likely to stand directly behind someone giving you a hard time and wait till they turn around and see how big he is (he’s a professional volleyball player, for god’s sake. he’s not just tall. he’s big), and then just jerk his head to the side to show them they should get the hell out of there with a cheeky little smile on his face the whole time.

- hanging out with family? still protective. he’s got an arm around your shoulders and should any of your family members say something rude or passive aggressive, he comes back at them with the same energy until they leave you alone.

ennoshita chikara

- fully willing to call someone out on their shit. if someone is flirting with you in front of him, he’ll be confrontational. ranges from a simple “are you stupid? that’s my girlfriend,” to much more elaborate objections with lots of swearing thrown in.

- you know how john mulaney called his wife his wife before they got married because he said it sounded better? that’s ennoshita. before you were even engaged, he was saying shit like “please don’t talk to my wife like that” or “please get away from my wife.”

- has your location on on his phone. not so he can be crazy and overbearing, he really doesn’t care where it is you are. he just likes being able to check and make sure you arrived somewhere safely without having to text him like he’s your dad or something.

- being protective extends to protecting you against yourself, as well. isn’t naggy about it, but always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself. haven’t showered in a while? he puts a bath together as a special treat. need to be drinking more water? he’ll buy you a nice flavored one from the store. he just wants what’s best for you.

- he drives you. everywhere. always. he loves driving, but he also just feels more in control when he’s the one at the steering wheel, so if you’re going somewhere together he’ll be the one driving.

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karasuno birthdays!!

synopsis. the birthdays, positions, heights, and weights of karasuno.

editions. karasuno birthdays!! – infographic

volumes. karasuno • date tech • aoba johsai • shiratorizawa • nekoma • fukurōdani • inarizaki • kamomedai • miyagi • other schools

notes. made a text post for my karasuno birthdays!! inforgraphic for those who are visually impaired or too lazy to wait for the image to load lol

Asahi Azumane

1 January 1995

Third Year

#3 - Wing Spiker

186.4 cm - 75.2 kg

Kiyoko Shimizu

6 January 1995

Third Year

Manager

166.2 cm - 51.4 kg

Hisashi Kinoshita

15 February 1996

Second Year

#7 - Wing Spiker

175.8 cm - 65.5 kg

Ryūnosuke Tanaka

3 March 1996

Second Year

#5 - Wing Spiker

178.2 cm - 68.8 kg

Kōshi Sugawara

13 June 1994

Third Year

#2 - Vice Captain - Setter

174.6 cm - 63.5 kg

Shōyō Hinata

21 June 1996

First Year

#10 - Middle Blocker

164.2 cm - 51.9 kg

Kazuhito Narita

17 August 1995

Second Year

#8 - Middle Blocker

180.9 cm - 70.2 kg

Hitoka Yachi

4 September 1996

First Year

Manager

149.7 cm - 42.5 kg

Kei Tsukishima

27 September 1996

First Year

#11 - Middle Blocker

190.1 cm - 68.4 kg

Yū Nishinoya

10 October 1995

Second Year

#4 - Libero

160.5 cm - 51.1 kg

Tadashi Yamaguchi

10 November 1996

First Year

#12 - Middle Blocker

180.0 cm - 63.0 kg

Tobio Kageyama

22 December 1996

First Year

#9 - Setter

181.9 cm - 66.3 kg

Chikara Ennoshita

26 Decmeber 1995

Second Year

#6 - Wing Spiker

176.1 cm - 66.4 kg

Daichi Sawamura

31 December 1994

Third Year

#1 - Captain - Wing Spiker

176.7 cm - 70.1 kg

birthday facts!!

of the third years, sugawara is the oldest and kiyoko is the youngest

of the second years, narita is the oldest and tanaka is the youngest

tanaka is also the second youngest second year of the whole series

of the first years, hinata is the oldest and kageyama is the youngest

daichi’s birthday is on new year’s eve and asahi’s birthday is on new year’s day

yamaguchi shares his birthday with kenji futakuchi from date tech

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