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EHEHEHEHEHE

Haitanis i drew recently~ (ik its not sanzu but thought maybe i have haitani fans here)

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Oh boy 😍

Their love language is fighting to the death <3

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ANNOYING?? OR DESPERATELY PRETTY WHEN LAUGHING

- ahaha-a, sator-r-ru!!

- you are so... annoying, suguru.

/they're enemies, believe me//

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OhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHH

more of the cheating/sport au me and mimi are doing :D

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DUUUUUUUUDE-

Me too satoru

Geto's way of appreciation

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haikyu texts masterlist

random boyfriend texts atsumu miya pt.1, pt.2 (nsfw) tsukishima kei pt.1, pt.2, pt.3 (nsfw), pt.4 (nsfw) suna rintarou oikawa tooru pt. 1, pt.2 kuroo tetsurou kita shinsuke bokuto koutarou yamaguchi tadashi sakusa kiyoomi

haikyu boys ask you to be their valentine (for 1k followers) tsukishima, oikawa, akaashi, bokuto, terushima, sakusa kuroo, suna, sugawara, kageyama atsumu, kenma, wakatoshi nishinoya, tendou, ukai daichi, kentaro, hinata asking them to come with you tsukishima, oikawa, akaashi kuroo, suna, sugawara

haikyu boys supporting you for not winning the poetry contest tsukishima, oikawa, akaashi kuroo, suna, sugawara

telling them you are tired tsukishima, oikawa, sugawara akaashi, kuroo, suna telling them you can’t sleep tsukishima, oikawa, akaashi kuroo, suna, sugawara sending haikyu boys hot pics tsukishima, oikawa, akaashi, bokuto kuroo, suna, sugawara atsumu, kenma, wakatoshi

they left without morning kiss tsukishima, oikawa, akaashi, bokuto kuroo, suna, sugawara atsumu, kenma, wakatoshi

not saying it back tsukishima, oikawa, akaashi, bokuto kuroo, suna, sugawara atsumu, kenma, wakatoshi wrong number prank tsukishima, oikawa, akaashi, bokuto kuroo, suna, sugawara atsumu, kenma, wakatoshi

haikyu boys fighting your insecurity of being annoying tsukishima, oikawa, akaashi, bokuto kuroo, suna, sugawara

asking haikyu boys to wear a maid dress tsukishima, oikawa, akaashi, bokuto kuroo, suna, sugawara atsumu, kenma, wakatoshi

asking haikyu boys to send hot pics tsukishima, oikawa, akaashi, bokuto kuroo, suna, sugawara atsumu, kenma, wakatoshi

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What if I cried? HUH?

he's so clingy

(comm info/ kofi support)

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EDDIE MUNSON ⇢ in Stranger Things ‣ 4.01 - The Hellfire Club

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oH

laughing in the face of Dabi vs Gojo discourse

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MY HEART IS WITH YOU BABYGIRL

Boyfie Osamu Texts 🙏only if ur feeling okay and motivated enough too though <3

BOYFRIEND TEXTS

feat. miya osamu

notes. fluff, petnames, strong language, suggestive

another long overdue post pls dont hate me (ToT)

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wakatoshi: sakusa, what are your thoughts about….kisses.  sakusa: disgusting. wakatoshi: oh. sakusa: but if it’s with you-

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HOLY SWEET CHEESE AND CRACKERS-

舐

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osasunakomo for wholesome @/HQ_SNOWMORI event on twitter ☃️ sunakomo being well fed by samu after a tough training day!

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atsumu miya being an emotional drunk is so cute.

like— i feel that he'd be a little less egotistical once he's drunk. his emotional sensitivity has multiplied by ten.

osamu and suna could be fighting over something stupid, and then there's the dazed atsumu miya, with his hot haircut, killer muscles, and outstanding talent. he does the least expected thing and starts tearing up about it.

he turns to you with a little pout, "why are they fighting..?"

hug him. kiss him. just do whatever it takes for him to stop looking so adorably miserable.

you gotta be careful with your words and tone, too. atsumu might assume the worst and think you're mad at him. if ever he's come to that conclusion, his eyes will have that glossy layer again.

a good example of this scenario was that time you two drank a bit of wine for a little romantic dinner at home. soon after, you and atsumu rested on the couch.

you sigh, "atsumu, please get off of me. you're heavy."

".. do ya not love me anymore?" he sniffles his nose, cheeks red. what a guilt tripper.

it's okay, though. he can nuzzle his head into your neck for five more minutes, but that is it. no more than that!

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“Hajime, are you bored?”

The raven haired man peers up from his phone, instantly locking the device and pocketing it when he sees the concern etched across your face.

Shaking his head, Iwaizumi gives you a gentle smile. It only takes him a few steps to reach you. “No, just checking my emails.”

Unconvinced, you rest a palm across his chest. It wasn’t like you had forced the to come man out with you. Ever the attentive boyfriend, Iwaizumi had made it his mission to spend some time with you after a hectic few weeks of work - even if that meant spending the day following you into countless stores.

“Are you sure? I know this isn’t really your thing.” you mumble, gesturing lamely at the store.

“Baby, no.” he plants a soft kiss on your temple. “I love spending time with you. Even if it means becoming your personal bag holder.” Iwaizumi lifts an arm, biceps curling as he lifts a plethora of shopping bags with ease, 90% of the contents belonging to you.

He watches the way your eyes draw towards his muscle and with the tiniest lift of his lips, he whispers. “I’m starting to think you only bring me along so you can have me carry your bags and ogle me.”

Rolling your eyes, you lightly slap his chest. “You’re the one who always insists on coming with me and carrying all my bags.”

Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow as if to ask are you sure?

Scoffing, you offer no solid denial, only a light push that does nothing to move the brute standing before you. Iwaizumi smiles down at you, endeared by the attempt.

“Seriously though, Hajime, I can go around by myself. Why don’t you go home and rest?”

Now he’s confused. It’s the second time you’ve tried to send him home and he’s racking his brain to see if he may have upset you somehow but he keeps coming up blank. Finally giving up, he decides to ask you.

“Why?” he squints his eyes playfully, “You got another man around to carry your stuff for you?” When you don’t respond to his joke, the raven furrows his brows. Calloused palms come to rest on your cheek. “I’m fine, love.”

And sure he looked fine, Iwaizumi was as tough as nails. But not even he could handle the crazy hours he had been working the last couple of weeks and you could tell he was close to running on fumes.

“Ha ha, very funny.” taking a hold of his wrist, you peer up at the man. “Let’s just go home. I think i’ve bought enough-“

“No.” He’s curt and the unexpected sharpness in his tone cuts you a lot deeper than he would have ever intended. You blink at his words, guilt, concern and a flash of hurt painting across your features. Sighing, Iwaizumi rests his forehead on your shoulder, groaning in what you guess is regret.

Your first instinct is to comfort him, so you do. Weaving your fingers through his dark tresses, you let him soak in your warmth.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“I know, Haji.”

With a final sigh, he slumps back a step. “Shit, maybe I do need to get my ass home.” he chuckles half heartedly.

Humming, you take a step forward to reach him, mischief brimming in your tone. “Well if you’d just listened to me the first time I wouldn’t be here trying to calm down Mr Grumpy Pants himself.”

“Watch it.” he snipes, no real bite behind his words.

And in all your childish glory, you stick your tongue out at him.

Iwaizumi looks wholly amused. When was the last time someone stuck their tongue out at him? Then, he remembers who his best friend is and any trace of amusement is gone. “That Oikawa is a shitty influence on you.” he grumbles.

“Come on, let’s go.” you giggle, reaching for his free hand to lead him towards the exit.

“Hey,” he calls, softly tugging at your hands to halt your steps, “I love you.”

Despite the gruff texture of his voice, you would never tire of how softly those words would fall from his lips.

“I love you too.” lifting your entwined fingers up, you seal your words with a quick kiss to the back of his hand. “Now, can we finally go home?”

Iwaizumi smiles, fond. “Let's go home.”

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Fluff? Yahaba convincing a stubborn Kyoutani that cuddles can be really fun and comfortable, and maybe Kyoutani ends up agreeing in the end because wow Yahaba is soft and cozy especially under the fluffy blanket.

THANK YOU!!!!! Hope this is ok?? I tried following the prompt but…

Yahaba is at his place again.

Kyoutani knows it’s him even before opening the door, the knocks familiar after so many times of the same thing. Yahaba says nothing, strides inside, and kisses Kyoutani’s cheek. A single peck, dry and short, and Yahaba is already barefoot and walking fast down the corridor. By the time Kyoutani closes the door, tidies Yahaba’s messy things scattered around on the entrance, and makes it back to the living room, Yahaba is already face flat on the sofa.

“Long day?” Kyoutani says, like every day.

“The longest.”

It’s warm and dumb, the fact they’ve created a routine of the same silly thing. Kyoutani looks at Yahaba’s form, melting on the soft cushions of the sofa, and a small shake overtakes his insides.

Staring at Yahaba always makes his insides go all weird.

“Come. Make it better,” Yahaba pleads against a pillow.

“No. I’m making dinner.”

“Who cares about dinner.” It’s cute, how Yahaba turns his face enough so his left eye is free to judge Kyoutani’s existence. “Come and make me happy.”

“No.”

Yahaba whines, but snuggles further on the sofa. Kyoutani goes back to the kitchen, finishes chopping the vegetables and throws them on the pot. He’s half paying attention to Yahaba, drifting in and off sleep. There are dark circles under his eyes, but when Kyoutani walks to him, the tight line of his lips appears softened.

“Move.” Yahaba takes his legs off without opening his eyes. Kyoutani snorts, because who wouldn’t at the clear sight of Yahaba’s devices, and sits, grabs his legs and puts them on his lap.

Yahaba hums low and happy.

“What about dinner?”

“Will be ready in twenty.”

“I’m hungry.” Kyoutani huffs. “And tired. My feet are sore.” Kyoutani rests his head on the back of the sofa and closes his eyes. Yahaba groans, and kicks his leg. “Do something.”

“Shut up. Dinner will be ready when it’s ready.”

“Come here.”

“I’m here.”

“Closer.”

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