#it’s for my haikyuu blog

[ineedoritoss]

haikyuu the dumpster battle🐱‼️

Walking out of the cinema realizing I've outgrown the characters and I'm not that 14 year old girl watching it anymore... (YOU TAKE THE MAN OUT OF THE CITY NOT THE CITY OUT THE MAN‼️‼️‼️)

Also pls watch it's so good

[taxkha]

Happy to report that 1) I'm still in love with Iwaizumi and 2) I can still draw him from memory

[pixiesnooze]

[tndo]

Wanted to draw my icon 𓅨

[dizzybizz]

some haikyuus

[tooruswhre]

「 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 」 -

cold morning warmths with kenma kozume !

it was sunday. and that means, you’re at your boyfriend’s place for the weekend until monday morning.

waking up to the soft clicks of the keyboard and taps of his mouse, he murmured inaudible words to the screen.

“awh babe,” in a raspy groan, narrowing your eyes towards the unadjusted intensity the computer screen emitted, “it’s late…” you say as kenma spun to you wrapped in his covers as if you were a soon-to-be butterfly in its cocoon.

it’s no surprise that he is up late again, though. pulling all nighters are essentially nothing to him and then play video games for hours until the break of dawn was a mere everyday activity. he lifted up the earmuff of his headphones on one side to hear you better, “it’s six-thirty, sleepyhead. it's early.”

he corrected you like that was better. you took a glimpse at the digital anime girl clock on his nightstand to verify it was in fact, six thirty in the morning. squinting your sleepy eyes with a knowing frown, he leaned back in his gaming chair, gazing at the dimly lit arena of his game, that you can't quite figure out.

“did i wake you?”

you sat up against the bed, rubbing away the sleepiness from your eyes, “not really... are you coming back to bed soon?”

he shook his head autonomously, “probably not, i just got on not too long ago, why?”

“miss you,” even though he’s just a few feet away, you were craving his warmth. for whatever reason, his place was always alarming cold; the blanket was not a good warming aide, and kenma runs warm most nights.

“cold?”

“a little.”

he tugs off his headset, resting it beside the keyboard on the desk, “wanna sit in my lap while i play a few more rounds?”

he didn’t have to ask you twice once you unraveled yourself out the blanket, throwing it over your shoulders to fulfill this promise. sticking your legs through the arms of the chair, your arms hung over his shoulders while his arms around your torso.

“better?” he whispers to you enigmatically, reaching over for his controller, his hand resting on your lower back for a moment or two,

“so much better.”

☆ 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗪𝗛𝗥𝗘 — © 2024 ! thanks for reading! hope you enjoyed. :) please don’t edit alter or translate any of my works outside of the tumblr app.

likes, reposts && recs are not required but appreciated.

[suashii]

you don’t normally care for what you wear to bed but, as you rummage through your dresser for a pajama top, you notice that one of your shirts is missing. it’s one from a concert you went to a while ago and spilled bleach on—the reason it was downgraded from a go-to piece in your wardrobe to something you only wear to sleep. it’s a memory more than anything which is why you inquire about its whereabouts.

“have you seen my shirt?” you ask suna, closing your drawer and turning on your heel to face him. “it’s the one from—”

you squint your eyes at his figure in your bed. he looks rather relaxed, which you expect. what you don’t expect, however, is to see your missing shirt stretched over his torso. it’s tight in all the wrong places and barely covers his tummy.

the sight makes your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “why are you wearing my clothes?”

he doesn’t look up from his phone with his reply. “so i have to share my stuff but you don’t?”

you have an idea of what he’s getting at—you can’t deny that you’ve been rather carefree in combing through his closet. still, you never run the risk of ruining any of the items you help yourself to. “take it off, you’re stretching it out.”

“give me my hoodie back and i’ll think about it.”

you know exactly which one he’s talking about. you’ve been hanging onto it for a rather long time. out of all of his jackets that you’ve borrowed in the past, you must say, the one he’s referring to is probably your favorite. “no, it’s comfy.”

“then i’m wearing this to sleep.”

he sets his phone on the bedside table, as if he’s readying to turn in for the night. disbelief paints your face at his denial, his complete disregard for all but ruining your keepsake.

you cross the room and climb onto the bed beside him on a mission to get your shirt back. suna leans away when he takes note of your approach but you don’t let the growing distance stop you. your fingers grab at the hem of the shirt and you pull it up in an attempt to pull it over the man’s head. “take it off!”

“hey!” he yelps, trying to pull the shirt down to preserve his modesty. “get off, you perv!”

your lips wobble at his reaction and it’s enough to make your hands still. you weren’t expecting him to put up such a fight and the last thing to you want to do at this late hour is end up wresting a man as large as suna.

so, you settle for playfully slapping his exposed abdomen and silently parting with your shirt. “god, you’re so annoying.”

[zodoods]

i cant believe furudate invented childhood best friends to lovers

(song is voyager by boygenius)

[emmyrosee]

okay so osamu is such a good kisser like it’s UNFAIR!!! you’ll just be minding your own business finishing off an assignment or something and he gets so lovey seeing u work so hard and he just comes up to you, swings your chair round and pecks your lips but he can’t stop there so he makes out with you for like 10 mins and then your heads too fuzzy to actually remember to hand in the assignment, but dw samu reminds you to once he’s had his way with you

GOD AND HE ALWAYS LOVES KISSING YOU ITS SO AGGRESSIVE AND LOVING I HATE HIM.

It’s always like. Okay, so every time he pulls you in for a distracting kiss, he does this thing where he gently grips your chin and guides your face to look at him, leaning in for a kiss after, which obviously you take, because you love kissing osamu like breathing.

You could be there for pauses, it’s ridiculous.

The way his hands hold your cheeks, the way his thumb lazes over the warmth, his lips so plush you could fall asleep in such a relaxed position, you could stay for hours if he’d let you.

And he would let you. But he doesn’t have to.

He knows you’ll come right back for some more.

“How’s work baby?” He asks against your lips, biting his own when your eyes dart to them.

“‘S good.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you go away for like, 20 minutes?” You ask genuinely. “I have to focus and you’re a hinderance.”

He chuckles and stands up straight, “can’t help that you’re addicted.”

“I am not!”

“Are too!” He calls back down the hall.

And you’re not. You’re totally not.

The way you crawl into bed next to him a little bit later is for him, the way you tug on his shirt for his attention is for him, and the way you beam when he leans forward to continue where you two left off?

That’s strictly for him too.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

[kitastapioca]

Akaashi pulled me back into drawing, it's all his fault, damn you handsome man you 😫🫵

[atsumutu]

The rain hasn’t stopped all day. Somewhere down the line, the steady patter of raindrops had filtered into background noise, lending you a sense of company in your otherwise empty apartment.

It’s only when a loud crack of thunder pierces through the calm that you’re pulled out of your daze, attention snapping towards your phone when the screen lights up to notify you of a message from the very person you’d been so lost in thought over. Your fingers snatch the device from the coffee table, quickly unlocking it to find a voice note waiting for you. Without wasting a second, you press play.

“Hey baby,” your lips pull up instantaneously at the familiar twang, “Shit, don’t know if you’ll be able to hear me, it’s raining like crazy over here.” The voice note goes silent for a second, only to be filled with the unmistakable sound of rain crashing onto the roof of the gym, echoing loudly in the way it usually did in large, empty structures.

“It’s probably raining over there too, I hope you’re keeping warm. I've left plenty of hoodies for you - not as good as the real deal, I know, but it’ll have to do for now.” Despite his jovial words, Atsumu sighs into the phone. “Ya probably miss me huh?” You catch yourself nodding in agreement, eyes crinkling as a small laugh slips past your lips.

“It’s okay to miss me, but don’t miss me too much, I don’t want you to be sad all by yourself.” He’s half joking, but your eyes prickle all the same. Atsumu had been gone a week now and there was still another week to go so you were missing him, a lot. “If you’re feeling lonely give Samu a visit, you know he’s always happy to have you around.”

Someone’s calling for him but Atsumu continues.

“I miss ya, so damn much, but training camp will be over soon baby and I'll be back to annoy you for kisses everyday in no time.” You hear fumbling and some more shouts for your boyfriend to get back to work.

“Listen angel I gotta go, make yourself something yummy for dinner, i’ll call you after practice alright?” There’s a short pause and you blink at your phone almost accusingly, wondering if it had cut him off. “I love ya and I can’t wait to be back with ya baby, I really do have to go now. I love you.” His words are jumbled and rushed but you hear a quick smacking of lips as Atsumu sends you a kiss, cutting off just as you hear someone holler “Simp!”

The voice note ends abruptly leaving you and your apartment in silence once more. Except you’re smiling, your small giggles filling the room and it doesn’t feel so empty anymore.

[owlyflufff]

“I can’t help falling in love with you”

a soft and sweet bokuaka commission made by the lovely kejiyaa21 

[nkogneatho]

gentle reminder that i want to be stuffed like an overfilled creampuff by these two

[peskyfirefly]

dedicated to @userfrieren 💚 happy birthday!

[kimbapisnotsushi]

happy pride month everyone!! here's my list of queer manga that i think people should read:

furudate haruichi's hit volleyball series haikyuu!!

that's it

that's the list

[suashii]

"give them back," tsukishima grumbles, harshly rubbing his tired, golden eyes with the heels of his palms. his already blurred vision is even more bleary when he pulls his hands away.

"mm, no," you refuse, resting the stolen frames on the top of your head. "i don't think i will."

the lines of a frown are etched into the skin between his eyebrows as he stares at you from his desk chair. you're sure his aim is to look intimidating or at least annoyed, but you can't take him seriously knowing that he probably sees you as nothing more than an indiscernible blob of colors without his glasses.

"come on, i need to finish this." he points to the intricate yet unfinished drawing sitting on the table in front of him. you're sure your eyes would cross just attempting to pick out all of the details; you can't imagine how strained tsukki's eyes must be from staring at and adding on to it for hours.

"what you need to do is rest your eyes," you scold him. "this little artist gig is going to be over before it even begins if you keep this up."

he doesn't respond because he can't argue with you; you're right. late nights spent working under nothing more than a soft, dim lamp have become the norm for him. he's grown accustomed to the irritation burning at his eyes and the need to squint in order to focus on whatever project sits in front of him. before now, he would have excused his irresponsibility as hard work—dedication. thanks to you, he's willing to acknowledge it as a bad habit.

tsukki sighs. you're nervous that your words were too harsh, worried that they bordered discouraging. you open your mouth, readying to apologize for your brashness when the man clears his throat. "fine. i'll be done for tonight."

"good." you curtly nod. if you’re being completely honest, you weren't sure that you'd be able to convince him. you tell him as much, too. "if you said otherwise, i would have dragged you out of here myself."

for the first time since you barged into his studio, a smile breaks out on the blonde's face. "is that so?"

"mhm." you hum in confirmation. seeing his lips curled upward makes you grin as well. you jerk your head in the direction of the door, stretching your open hand out to him. you wiggle your fingers and ask, "shall we go?"

he takes your hand in his, gently squeezing it as he stands up from the chair. "can i have my glasses back now?"

"nope," you pop the 'p'. you almost forgot about the lenses perched on the top of your head, but, even so, he isn’t getting them back. tsukishima is stubborn and you wouldn't put it past him to end up browsing his phone for inspiration if he got a hold of his glasses again. "you should keep your eyes closed. i'll lead you down the hall and get you comfy in bed all on my own."

he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. he can't say he's seeing clearly at the moment, but the thought of being blindly guided down the hallway keeps him from closing his eyes. "you have way too much faith in yourself."

you scoff, "take it back or your sleeping in your studio tonight."