#haikyū

[kenm4vhs]

LOOK AT MY BABIES THEY GROW UP SO MUCH ‼️

[txbix-chxn]

Daichi: *carrying groceries with both hands*

Suga: *reaches out to help*

Daichi: *switches all bags into one hand and holds Suga’s hand with the other*

Suga: That’s not what I——

Suga:

Suga: Okay.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ haikyū!! - tsukishima kei.

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[all-too-random]

Haikyuu Ships as faceless aesthetics pt 1

KageHina (this is after Kageyama insisted there was no way he would carry Hinata anywhere, much less up the stairs)

TsukkiYama (idk but for some reason, the idea of Tadashi launching himself at Tsukki and Tsukki having to catch his 5'10 boyfriend randomly is very funny to me)

AsaNoya

KanoYachi (Yachi is definitely a blushing mess in every single picture they take together and is always covering her face)

TanaKiyo

DaiSuga

IwaOi (they definitely go do childish things together as "dates". Iwaizumi pretends to hate it. He doesn't.)

UshiTen

SemiShira

[macaroki]

" youre the only one who understand. "

or, in another word, AKAASHI's love language is a perfect combination of words of affirmation and physical touch.

(repost bcs minor inconvenience love yall pookie)

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"am i.. hard to love?"

the question lingered in the air for a solid minute or two before akaashi turned his attention towards you with a puzzled expression. no, in fact, he blinked one, two, three times before his voice was filled with certainty as he asked, "why would you think that? of course not, baby. i never think of you that way - no no, not even in the slightest."

despite of feeling a sense of warmth at his reassurances, you couldn't help but wonder how he still saw good in you. after all, you had so many flaws, imperfection and yet he still wanted you by his side. akaashi is epitome of perfection, and sometimes it feels like he is too good to be true, feeling like he deserve so much better - one that actually can love him properly without feeling insecure and doubting every second.

"im so indecisive, im so picky, im- i can't understand why you still choose to love me. out of anyone, why me?"

your words making his heart clenched a little as it was filled with nothing good but sense of self-loathing and self-doubt. akaashi's hands cradled your waist, pulling you closer as a kiss was planted on your forehead. his hand making it way to caress your cheek and his voice was gentle and warm like a wind during the summer breeze, filled with nothing but affection as his eyes danced with love and adoration.

"you know, this things only make me want to love you more." your body melted in his arm, subsconciously, seeking comfort in his embrace. it feels like being wrapped on a a cozy blanket on a cold night, all left for you is the feeling of being safe and warm in his arm. you found your way to nuzzle on his neck with his hand softly caressing your back in comforting manner.

"plus, i'd rather learn to love you than lose you." as those words echoed through your ear, you felt content and complete, knowing you were in his arms. his fingers softly entwined with yours as you laid your head gently against his chest. the sound of his heartbeat reached your ears like a lullaby that keeping you grounded within the reality. at this little, sweet moments you realised that, you dont need anyone else but him. not that youre planning to leave him anytime sooner.

you might be lost for now, but he's always there to take you back home.

[dreamdropsystem]

trippy kenma (may have another ver where they're smoking a blunt lol) - shane/angel

[germplush]

kenma!! a character this sytem hold dear, and is quite a few system members favorite fictional character and crush lol.. kenma as a kitty aaaa!! the littles cant wait to take him places. our kenma uses any pronouns.

[germcore]

tryna find a style for Kenma.. liking this one a bit - Shane/Theo/Bug

[kouomi]

HEY HEY I hope you’re having a wonderful afternoon! I was wondering if I could request an Xreader where y/n breaks up a fight! Not in the “look at me🥺look at me🥺this isn’t you🙁” way but the “knock it tf off😐” pulling the boys apart telling them to cut the BS way! I was thinking with Atsumu or Iwa? Eathier is fine! And if u feel like if you could throw in the cute little helping them with their bloody nose busted lip stuff! Tho it is perfectly fine if u don’t wan to! THANK YOU!

Fisticuffs

Warnings: fighting (duh)

Word count: 1,461

A/N: I had so much fun writing thisss (sorry for the wait, catching up on my requests post hiatus!) also every time I write Atsumu it points out how much I speak like him. Weird. :)

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Posted: June 23rd 2022, 5:06 AM ET

It was normal to walk into a room and find Miya Atsumu mid punch. The sight, though one you found incredibly irritating, was unfortunately a common one, and one you had come to almost expect when checking in on your boyfriend. It was more common for him to be littered in small injuries from his daily fights with his twin than for any of them to be a result of volleyball.

You had told Atsumu multiple times how much you hated to see him in these fights, that they were stupid actions caused by stupid arguments and there was no reason they should happen — especially as frequently as they did. You always ended up being the one who had to clean him up after said fights, and each time they happened the angrier you were about them. There was a certain extent to which you understood teenage boys fighting their brothers, but it seemed as if Atsumu went out of his way to exceed this limit at every opportunity.

He understood you hated when he fought. He could tell by the look on your face and the curtness of your words afterwords that you despised it. It wasn’t as if he purposely got into fights just to make you mad, but the little jabs and aggressive nudges Osamu made throughout the day inevitably ended with the two of them rolling around on the gym floor; much like it did today.

The last straw for Atsumu had been when Osamu “accidentally” served the ball into the back of his head during their practice game. Four of their teammates on their side as well as the six on the other side of the net watched with amusement as Atsumu slowly turned around, picked up the ball, and promptly threw it back at his brother before running towards him. As soon as Osamu had managed to recover from the volleyball that had managed to hit him in the middle of his chest, Atsumu was already in front of him and tackling him to the ground. The two rolled around on the court, a blur of identical faces and dyed hair with shouts and insults spewing from them both.

When the doors to the gym swung open, all heads swiveled towards it; all but two who were too busy facing each other. There was silence as a lone pair of footsteps crossed half the court and then stopped beside the flurry of fists. You stared down at them, watching with angry annoyance as your boyfriend shoved his twin brother down onto the floor by the collar of his shirt.

From where he laid on the ground pinned beneath his brother, Osamu watched as you flicked Atsumu’s forehead, saw the confused anger take on his expression, and then the way his face fell when he turned and saw you standing beside him. Your hand moved to the back of his shirt, yanking him up by his collar and pulling him slightly away from the fight.

“Knock it off.” You say, stiff and final.

Osamu looks between Atsumu, you, and then back, flashing his brother a look somewhere between smugness and apologetic before pushing himself to his feet and walking towards Suna who had been watching with humorous enjoyment. He enjoyed watching the twins fight just as much as everyone else, but it became just that much better when he could see Atsumu get ridiculed by his girlfriend for doing so. Suna, Osamu, Atsumu, and the other boys who watched all waited for you to start yelling at him, or perhaps even flick him again.

But, nothing of the sort came.

Instead, you stepped around him and walked towards the door you had entered shortly before and left without so much as looking back.

Atsumu blinked at the now closed double doors, surprise and confusion pulling his brow together and leaving his mouth slightly agape.

“Dude,” Osamu says, calling his brothers attention. “She’s mad.”

Shit. Atsumu thought. Shit.

“Tell Kita I went to the bathroom!” He yells over his shoulder, now running out of the same door you had.

It takes a few minutes, but he manages to catch a glimpse of you rounding a corner of the main school building and then once again disappear from sight. He called your name, but the spot where you had been remained empty. He lets out an annoyed puff of air before taking off again, eventually rounding the corner and finding you a short ways down.

“Y/n! Hey, wait up a minute, will ya?”

You continue to ignore him, now walking away even faster. It didn’t take very long for Atsumu to catch up, his hand landing on your shoulder and forcing you around to face him.

“What.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? ‘S just ‘Samu was really gettin’ on my nerves, and I-“

“That’s what you said last time. And the time before that. I’m sick of it, Atsumu.”

He huffs. “I know, it’s just-“ He lifts his hand to run it through his hair, but his fingers graze the open cut on his forehead and he winces.

You watch as he swipes away the blood that starts dripping into his eye, drawing his split lip between his teeth.

You sigh, begrudgingly. “Sit down.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Atsumu glances at the wooden bench you pointed to and silently sits down, looking up at you as you set your backpack down on the bench beside him. He watches as you rummage through one of the pouches and pull out a small pack, opening it and pulling out a small rag. You take a few steps away and stand in front of the water fountain attached to the wall of the school, using your hip to press it and wet the cloth.

It’s silent as you come to stand before him, save for the occasional breeze and chirp of far off birds. You don’t say anything as you take his chin in your hand, avoiding his eyes and lifting the rag to clean the blood from his forehead. Atsumu winces though doesn’t complain, continuing to try to get you to look at him.

“Grab a bandage from in the bag.” You instruct.

“Oh, she talks?” He replies, a lopsided smile working its way onto his expression.

“Atsumu,” You warn.

“Alright, alright.” He turns, making sure not to twist out of your hold, and rummages through the small bag until he pulls out a small package and hands it to you. He frowns when you pull your hand away to open it, following your movements and watching you remove the bandaid and press it against his cut.

You lean back and double, triple, quadruple check your work, using it as an excuse not to look down and meet the deep brown eyes that you could see trying to meet yours in your peripheral vision.

“Y/n…” He trails off, unsure of what to say to get you to talk to him again; unsure if there was anything he could say.

“You said you were done getting into fights.” You don’t look at him as you talk, don’t reach out to him again, only keep staring at the bandaid on his forehead.

“I know.”

“Then what the hell was that?”

“In my defense, ‘Samu served at the back of my head.”

You can’t help the small laugh that bubbles past your lips at the thought of seeing the ball fly out and hit him, tucking your chin into your chest to try and hide the expression from him. He sees it, however, and he smiles, taking this as an opportunity to reach out and coax your hand into his. You don’t resist, letting him hold your unmoving hand in his.

“Look,” He starts, leaning down and forcing himself into your field of vision. “I shouldn’t’ve gotten into a fight with ‘Samu. But ya have ta know it’s inevitable. He annoys me too much.”

You heave a sigh, finally meeting his eyes. “I know. I just… I hate seeing you all beat up every time.”

“Damn, ya make it sound like I lose all of ‘em.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do,” He agrees. “But it’s okay if I get ‘all beat up’ sometimes ‘cause I got you to clean me up.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep.” He pulls you closer by your hand so you now stood between his legs. “Ya missed a spot, ya know.”

“Did I?” You ask.

“Yeah, pretty sure ‘Samu split my lip.”

You hum, taking his chin in your hand again and using the pad of your thumb to wipe the small trail of blood on his bottom lip.

“Better?”

“Almost,” He grins, pulling you down towards himself and reaching out, guiding your face towards his.

Masterlist

[kenm4vhs]

i have a very special place in my heart for brazil oihina 🥺

[txbix-chxn]

Kageyama: What is your biggest fear?

Hinata: Hmm...I don’t know. How about you?

Kageyama: Sure, I can be yours if you want me to.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ haikyū - miya atsumu.

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[all-too-random]

Haikyuu Ships as faceless aesthetics pt. 2

pt one is here

BokuAka (you wanna tell me they wouldn't have matching sweaters? Well, you're wrong.)

KuroKen (Kuroo just chilling while Kenma plays his mobile games)

YakuLev

SakuAtsu

SunaOsa/OsaSuna (Atsumu is taking the picture fs)

[dreamdropcompanions]

Kenma Kozume. Shane's fav fictional character of all time!! and member in system. want more Kenma plushies! figures!! mostly plushies hehe. obsessed with him. Haikyuu!! saved Shane's life. our life. so did Danganronpa. those series have very special places in heart. - Shane

[dreamdropsystem]

MEAT BUNS MEAT BUNS

kagehina drawing hehe - Bug/Shane

original below

[germplush]

what is he doing in the grass?? sleeping?? he's eepy..