#haikyuu!! was a experience

[ratita-ratata]

the last manga i read weekly and followed was haikyuu. what am i doing with my life reading jjk? i changed from the sunshine personification realizing his dreams and being happy to the sunshine personification having all his dreams destroyed, everyone he cares dead, now he is traumatized and deeply scarred for the rest of his life (if he live long)

[eurydicees]

*eye twitching* so happy for everyone in a movie theater in japan right now *fists clenched* i’m so happy for them *gritted teeth* so fucking happy and not at all seething with jealousy *muffled screaming as i bite down into my arm* so fucking happy

[waveoftheocean]

been thinking about brazil hinata recently so here he iiissss

[gigili-jiggly]

pov: you told them a funny joke 🤓😛

[dejwrld]

i have a long post about anti blackness in fandom spaces, specifically in anime fandoms cooking in my drafts.

[gojoest]

haikyuu hype come back please

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Final Part

Atsumu x fem Reader

Warnings: Smut

Words: ~ 2,1 k

About: Not much to say- enjoy the ending! <3

Part I II -> Epilogue

"Y/n!"

He smiles and waves when he spots you, his expression soft and excited as he jogs towards you, passing the court in an instant. You notice Sakusa and Hinata on the field too, waving in your direction, and you hear Bokuto calling your name. You return the greeting and wave at him too with a smile.

Atsumu comes to a stop when he finally reaches you, his hands immediately finding your hips and pulling you close. "What's my wifey doing here?" He leans down to peck your lips, his excitement barely concealed.

"I thought you could use some moral support. And maybe some food." You shyly smile and raise the bag in your hand just a little, the Onigiri Miya logo evident on it. "I asked Samu to make something that works with your diet. And I got a dessert for you, the one from the cafe we visited last time." He looks at you softly, his hands still holding your hips tightly, not the slightest bit embarrassed about showing his affection in front of his teammates.

"Thank you. I appreciate that. Yer always so good to me." You blush at his words, trying to wave it off, but he pulls you closer and kisses you again, his lips now firmly pressing against yours. You easily give in, your free hand resting on his biceps, feeling the smooth and hot skin under your fingers, not caring about the fact that he is slightly sweaty by now. The faint sounds of volleyballs meeting the ground are drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat, and a soft gasp escapes your lips when he ever so lightly brushes his tongue against yours. You pull back, clearly flustered, and he grins at your state. "Wanna come over tonight?" You nod with a smile, and he pecks your lips one last time before letting you go.

"Can't wait, wifey."

xxx

"Tsumu!"

You yell, eyes only on him when he is about to serve. You're fully convinced that he can't hear you in the crowd, yet his eyes still flicker to your direction for a second before he focuses on the ball again, the red uniform a stark contrast to his bright hair.

He looks amazing. He's so focused on the game, you can see it in his eyes. This is the final moment of the game—if they manage to score one more point, the game will be over. You can see the pressure on him in his posture, and you can't help but want to hug him and make him feel more at ease.

He's serving, flawlessly as always, and you hold your breath when the other team receives his mean serve—and you find your heart skipping a beat when it's not Atsumu setting the ball after a fast attack from the other team, but rather Kageyama setting the ball and Atsumu attacking—surprisingly, even though you know that he does decent in every position. And you almost cry when his attack scores the final point, and he yells loudly and raises his arm triumphantly. You hug Yachi, who almost had a heart attack during the intense game, and you look up surprised when you see Atsumu staring at you happily and ignoring the cameras and media to come to you.

You're absolutely flabbergasted when he simply hugs you and slightly lifts you off the ground, grabbing your face almost too harshly before he kisses you in front of everyone. You're frozen, the noises of cameras clicking and yelling people almost overwhelming, but you somehow feel safe in his arms, so you just return the kiss and hug him tight too. He still beams from excitement when he pulls back, and you can't help but smile softly before you gently push some strands out of his face. "Congratulations. You did amazing." He smiles even brighter at your words, and you laugh breathlessly.

"Did it all for you. And for Japan. But for you too." He laughs, his chest still heaving heavily, and you can't help but smile softly. "I'm honored. And Japan too."

You press a last longing kiss to his lips and then you slowly let him go. "Now go—you need to get your medal or something. You're a world champion. I'll meet you after that, and we can celebrate." You smile gently, and he laughs happily. "Sure, wifey. I'll get my real reward later." His smile turns smug, and you blush feverishly. "S-sure," you whisper, flustered by his comment and avoid looking at his eyes.

"My real prize."

xxx

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" you slightly raise your head, just enough to look at his face. You're comfortably cuddled against his chest, a thin blanket thrown over you both while you watch an animated fireplace and listen to slow music. His utterly relaxed expression is slightly crowded with unease, as if he has something on his mind.

"I was thinking... if you maybe wanna to store some clothes here. Like permanently. I made some space in my closet for you. Not like I want ya to move in already, I know most couples wait- but- just saying. There's space. Technically."

You raise your eyebrows, your eyes wide open, and he clears his throat awkwardly. The way he seems so shy and insecure about it—a state that you have never seen on him before. It warms your heart when you think about how nervous he is to ask just this, but it also fills you with excitement and makes your heart flutter.

"So... you wouldn't want me to move in?" You say while you try to suppress your teasing smile and try to seem as serious as you can. You feel his body tensing under your fingers, and his arm that had been loosely caressing your bare lower back under your shirt freezes.

"I didn't say that." He stretches the syllables while he seems to be in an inner conflict. "I just meant that ya might get uncomfortable if you're already moving in. It's only been a few months, I know that most couples wait a bit longer with that." He looks down at you, his tone showing his serious curiosity. "Are you not against moving in?"

You pause, taken aback by the statement, and proceed to think about it. You know that moving in together is a big step- but on the other hand, you both have been married for quite some time. And being together with Atsumu just feels so right—you really don't mind moving in after seven months.

"I'm... not against it, to be honest. It's unconventional, but we're kinda already married, so I think it's fine to skip some steps. here." A deep relieved sigh leaves his lips, and you feel his posture relaxing once again. "Sounds good. I got ya a key on the counter, we can move your stuff gradually, if you want to? But I made a lot of space in my closet actually, you might wanna go shopping to fill it. My treat of course."

You look at him wide-eyed. "You already have a key for me ready?"

He looks away with a faint blush on his cheeks, his hand absently caressing your back again, but now more relaxed while his lips curl into a triumphant grin.

"Maybe."

xxx

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" You turn towards him and see a letter in his hands.

"That's um..." he clears his throat, his eyes looking anywhere but your direction. "It's from our lawyer. It's about the divorce. The year is over."

You freeze, carefully making your expression neutral while you wait for him to continue.

"It's um... we can—ya know. Wait a bit. I mean—you're busy with work and I'm also busy with Samu's new shop. We can maybe wait just a bit longer. If you want to. No pressure."

And you finally smile when you reach for his shirt and pull him down to press a kiss on his lips.

"Sounds good."

xxx

Tsumu—"

You look up at him in the mirror with pleading eyes, his hand tightly wrapped around your throat.

"Now come on. Tell me, what ya want me to do?" He grins teasingly, knowing fully well that you can't speak with his hand now firmly wrapped around your throat. You manage to gasp his name, and he raises an eyebrow. "What was that? Didn't hear ya, sweetheart. Might wanna try harder here."

You avert your gaze, overwhelmed by the intensity of it and arch your back slightly against him, offering him your neck submissively. A groan leaves his lips and his eyes soften at the sight of you. "So pretty for me. Always so good." He tilts your face and kisses you, the grip around your neck loosening and his free hand wandering to your chest, gently squeezing your body.

His lips are glued to yours, the kiss starting out softly, but quickly turning into a messy clashing of lips melding together and tongues grazing against each other. It's hot, so, so hot when his hand stops palming your chest and moves further down your stomach, causing you to gasp and whine against his lips as you tense under his touch until his hand stops between your legs. He doesn't stop the kiss, instead keeping one hand loosely around your neck while the palm of the other hand cups your pussy and presses against it. Your hips buck into his touch and you break the kiss embarrassedly after a lewd needy sound escapes your lips.

"What was that?" He asks, a bit breathlessly, but his lips curl into a smug grin. "Gettin' shy on me? You know that I love those pretty sounds. Especially when I do—this—" Two of his fingers push inside of you with no further warning and your body almost bends over at the feeling, but his hand quickly moves from your neck around your upper body to press you tightly against him. "Uh-uh, pretty wifey. Not escaping yer husband. I need to fulfill my duties after all, right? Satisfy my wife and all that. Look at ya, how you enjoy that, huh?" He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, the squelching sound making you whine embarrassedly, yet it feels so good that your eyes flutter closed and your mouth stays agape. He brings you to your high like this and holds you when you tense around his fingers, clenching tightly around him like a vice, his name leaving your lips breathlessly.

"Tsumu—" you whisper, your voice hoarse, but your body feeling so good and satisfied, and he softly pulls his fingers out with a lewd sound. "Oh, love, you made such a mess, huh?" He looks at his fingers with a grin and then down to your pussy, his tongue quickly coming out to lick his lips.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."

xxx

"Tsumu—do we have to go out? We could also relax at home. Watch that movie maybe. Or... do different things." You smile a bit shyly as you hug his arm and press your chest against his biceps in a way that you hope is seductive.

He freezes for a second and then shakes his head. "As tempting as that offer is, we have plans. Or I have made plans. For us." He wraps his arm around your waist and directs you towards a building—that looks suspiciously familiar to you. "Tsumu— is that—no way! Why are we here?" Your eyes grow even bigger when you recognize the building, but he ignores your comment and simply pushes you forward. "C'mon, we have an appointment—and you need to get ready," he grins, but you can see a faint hint of nervousness in his eyes when he opens the door and reveals the club where you had met during your first day. Your jaw drops when you see the decorations—all in a classical wedding style, like the pictures you often like on Pinterest. "Tsumu—don't tell me—"

"Y/n." You hear his voice firmly, and you look at him, who suddenly lets go of you and looks at you a bit mischievously before he smoothly sinks down to one knee.

"I can't remember the first time I did this, but I promise, I won't forget this time. I wanna do everything right, Y/n. Marry you properly, be your husband and care for you."

You look at him, feeling tears dwell in your eyes when you realize how he has spent the last few weeks preparing this—and you bite your lip to avoid a sob when he pulls out a ring—similar to the one he had given you last time, yet even more beautiful.

"Will ya marry me?

xxx

A/n: Thank you so much for following this series! I'll make an epilogue about the night they met around next week-ish! But after that, that's it for the series! I hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for the next one! <3

[peevishpants]

ping pong gamers Smile and Peco on the bus... gonna miss their stop

[sassycheesecake]

Haikyū!! Boyfriends with a bookworm s/o who likes dark romance 💞

Gets updates from you occasionally, whether it’s out of fury, happiness, sadness, disgust, shock or horniness and listens intensely to every word you say, letting you vent to him without interrupting you with an impassive face

"AND THEN HE LIED TO HER THE WHOLE TIME ABOUT BEING A DEA AGENT UNDERCOVER!" You pace in your shared living room, wanting to scream out of anger so bad.

"How dare he. After everything they’ve been through." He says while watching you pace around with a neutral expression.

- Ushijima, Kageyama, Osamu, Tsukishima, Kenma, Kita

Waits for you to finish the book, so he can read it himself at night when you are sleeping (Without telling you of course, you can never know that he has a secret soft spot for romance books)

"Wait… he tattooed her while he was fucking her against the wall? Is that even possible?" He mumbles, as he continues to read the page.

You walk into the room, after noticing he was not in bed with you.

"Babe? What are you doing?" You say sleepily.

"NOTHING!" He yells out of fear at the sudden sound of your voice.

He throws the book across the room, waking you up more in the process and shock overcomes your features as you realize that the book you recently read is missing from its spot on the shelf.

"You were curious about that book weren’t you?" You grin at your lover and he just shoots you a deadly glare in return.

- Atsumu, Sakusa, Hoshiumi, Daichi, Kuroo, Tendō, Suna, Yaku, Iwaizumi

You ask him to read a page from your book and he reads it, not knowing that his s/o may be into this sort of stuff.

" 'He stuffed the broad tip of his…. Into her wet pulsating… yeah, you like that my little slut.' . What the fuck are you reading?!" His whole face gives away so many emotions. Disbelief, shock, disgust, incredulity.

You name it.

While you are laughing your ass off at his reactions, tears collecting in your eyes, wishing you would have recorded his reaction.

- Miya twins, Suna, Hakuba, Meian, Romero, F. Hirugami, Ennoshita, Yamaguchi, Kuroo, Yaku, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Futakuchi

You can’t tell him. Period. If he found out you read dark romance, you will ruin his sweet innocent mind. You’re taking it with you to the grave and only read the books online.

- Hinata, Bokuto, S. Hirugami, Sugawara, Asahi, Lev, Akaashi, Komori, Aran

[stroobae]

yall fuck with tiktoks or what

[lovelyunholyc]

tw! alcohol

the shift is so subtle that had you known him just a little less, you would have missed it.

but as it is, there isn't anyone you know better, if the ring on your finger is any indication.

you lean into his side a bit more, emptying the rest of your drink before tilting up to peck at the edge of his jaw. "ready to go, honey?"

osamu presses into your touch as if on instinct, his smile soft and grateful, his arm around your waist flexing. "how did ya know?" his fingers squeeze at the outside of your thigh in appreciation before he takes your empty cup and stacks his over it and downs the meager dregs of his drink, too.

you smile back at him, watch his adam's apple bob when he swallows, marvel at how handsome he looks just doing the most mundane things. you shrug in answer, as if it hadn't been obvious only to you. it's in the tired droop of his eyes despite the little spark of contentment in them (imperceptible to anyone else), the slight sag of his broad shoulders. exhaustion was catching up to him, delayed by the initial joy of seeing his friends again. "let's go home."

he kisses your forehead, always reciprocating for every tender little action, before standing and bringing you up with him, grinning when you giggle.

you're side by side saying your goodbyes, feeling him squeeze your hand when you indulge his brother in "one more shot for the road", see the good-natured roll of his eyes out of the corner of yours right before you lean in to kiss a drunkenly enthusiastic atsumu goodbye on the cheek.

it may be the buzz of that last drink that brings heat seeping up into your face, but you have reason to believe it could just as well be the kiss osamu gives you just before he closes your car door for you, always the gentleman. that tender warmth doesn't leave you long after the alcohol has worn off, after all.

[gigili-jiggly]

shoyo blooming from the concrete!

[hopeawakenedmyskeletons]

I've seen 225 anime series and here are my favorite 25.

[lotus-duckies]

just imagining what their relationship was like during these years

his sister going through the hell hole that is high school, subjected to the social rules and the Feelings

and kageyama's just watching and not understanding why their circle is falling apart

[touchlikethesun]

i am not opposed to toxic kghn, not at all. kghn is a comfort ship and i don't always want to have to think about the ways they might clash in a relationship, but tbh they're both young, intense, and selfish, and i think they're so used to getting the other on the volleyball court that i can see them having horrible communication breakdowns off court bc "well he always gets me so he must understand now i don't need to explain," leading to misunderstandings being misconstrued as active hostility and/or hurtfulness.

i don't think this would ever impact their sports rivalry or their playing in any serious way, but i can very easily see situations, especially early on in their relationship where hinata's extreme extroversion makes kags insecure or triggers his abandonment issues, or where kags doesn't recognise hinata's more subtle requests for attention/affection, or even just plainly taking the other for granted, and instead of sitting down and talking about what's actually going on they just get increasingly petty and mean with one another until the conflict finally boils over.

i think bc they're so used to bickering, it might be hard for them to recognise when they've gone too far or when it's actually serious.

all that being the case, however, i don't think this is a bad thing. i think it's good for them to be incredibly toxic with one another, for a while even, but to eventually learn from their mistakes and get better at recognising each other's cues and recognising when they need to just have honest chats.

[silverflqmes]

i’m so normal abt the haikyuu movie coming out and not being in theaters worldwide yet and seeing posts of the premier in japan with the place decorated, volume 33.5, kagehina statues and official merch that also has TOORU OIKAWA IM SOBBING