#Haikyuu respond

[animereactsbybkemk]

Haikyuu Boys React/Respond:

-pt 2.2

-Kuroo and Tanaka

-angst to fluff

[6okuto]

i write so you know i love you

🧺 #27: "handwritten letters" with akaashi for @shobvrry :D

the first letter akaashi wrote for you was a short, anxious confession slid into your locker, folded neatly with a star sticker to keep it shut.

i just wanted to say i like you, and i’d like to take you on a date sometime if that’s okay with you. please don’t worry if you don’t feel the same way, but also please pretend you didn’t read this if so. thanks for being my friend. i’ll see you tomorrow :)

he didn’t expect to see you waiting for him after practice that day, the familiar paper in hand. with his ending request, among a dozen catastrophizing explanations stood one reasonable for your presence—

“i like you too, ’ji,” you said a little faster than practiced, heart stumbling at the sight of him.

it was sunset as you held the letter in one hand, and for the first time, keiji’s hand in the other on your way home—pink and orange ribbons of light finding a temporary home in interlocked fingers and brushing arms.

the confession is still carefully tucked away in a box of other gifts and letters you’ve received—the first in a section just from him. he could’ve easily texted at least a third of them, you pointed out once, a few days before your first anniversary, but he only shook his head. it was the romanticism of it all, and—

“what if you texted back right away? i wasn’t ready to handle that, i probably would’ve thrown up or ran away or something.”

his feelings after your first date, a request to see you after school a month after, then the letter celebrating your one month anniversary exactly 31 days later.

they built and built—words pulled from an endless well of love and poetic prose in hopes of capturing just how much you meant to him. you still like flipping through them all, on anniversaries or an otherwise insignificant thursday afternoon.

seeing the different decorations and envelopes and letter lengths throughout the years, only keiji’s handwriting remains the same throughout. it’s the same one that writes “i hope these aren’t sour,” “don’t forget your project by the printer,” “i hope you have a good day :),” and i love you, i love you, i love you.

so when your four year anniversary nears and he makes a remark about his gift, you ask “another letter for me?”

keiji stills, fingers slowing down as they flip the next page in his novel—dostoevsky, you think. his index and thumb start to pull the corner (not enough to fold, but reminiscent of what he does to the hem of his shirt when he’s nervous anyway.) “maybe?”

he fixes his posture, sitting up straighter on the couch. “is that…i know i write them a lot, huh? would you like—”

“no!” you shake your head. “no, i like the letters a lot, keiji, i promise. i just,”—you move next to him and frown—“i hope you don’t feel like you have to write them, you know? i don’t know how your hands don’t hurt a lot after. you could type them out and i’d be just as happy.”

but keiji shakes his head, and it feels a little similar to three years ago. “no, that’s not the same at all. i want to write them for you,”—he closes his book with his thumb as a bookmark, the other hand moving to hold yours—“that’s what makes them special.”

“plus formatting them digitally wouldn’t be any easier than my double-sided tape—do you want to take the joy of tape and stickers away from me?” he raises a brow and squeezes your hand in his.

you snort. “okay, you know what? fair enough.”

and keiji pours a lot of honesty, of himself, into his letters, but maybe one thing he’ll keep a secret is how often his hand cramps and red indents and cuts form on his fingers. because it’s inconsequential in the end, really nothing in comparison to the bright smile and hug you give him when he hands you the next letter a couple of weeks later, carefully folded in an envelope with a star sticker on the front.

[haikyuu-moments]

that was smooth hina 😏

a prompt based on this:

*future kagehina at the olympics game*

*kageyama sets the ball, hinata spikes and scores*

hinata: HOT!!!

kageyama: my set?

hinata: you.

kageyama: *tobio.exe has stopped working.*

and that's how they start dating.

[touchlikethesun]

kags in his head:

kags out loud so hinata can hear:

[runayachi]

also its crazy to me that when kageyama (karasuno) finally beats oikawa (aoba johsai), suga is on the court. suga, who has never been someone that oikawa really considered a rival in the way he considered kageyama one. suga, who is clearly not on the level that oikawa and kageyama are. suga, who’s only the second setter.

and yet he’s on the court when oikawa loses.

suga isn’t someone that oikawa would normally pay attention to. but he steps on the court and he forces oikawa to pay attention to him anyways. “your fight is with tobio,” he says, “but i’m here too. i might not be as strong as you; or as talented, but i can fight just as hard.”

and oikawa looks. and he recognizes suga for the challenge that he is.

and so suga’s on the court when oikawa loses.

[causenessus]

OKAY NEW PLAN I come back around/on/before Thanskgiving with a fic but it may not be miya osamu it may be dazai osamu 😭 sorry chat

[shallot-head]

Why do u hate kageyama so much

I don't hate him, it's just-

.....Complicated.

[ushijima-wakatoshi-1]

Hey hey! I have a strange question.

What was a childhood wish you had which seemed like a daunting task at that time but now, it's just another breeze?

Wish? I'm not sure about wish. But there were numerous things I wasn't good at at first: such as climbing trees, spiking, and reading.

But I learned that trees don't grow overnight. They don't grow because you watered them once, or twice, or three times. Sometimes it takes days, sometimes months and sometimes years for changes to show. It must spread its roots before it can grow up.

And if you have the patience to wait, you will see that it does, indeed, grow.

Slowly but surely.

[ermespop]

Requests you say? Hmmm

How about something platonic with Yamaguchi or Ennoshita? Or any of the Haikyuu guys you feel comfortable writing for. I'm talking like almost sibling behavior less the fights and bickering, maybe the reader has always been by his side and functions as an opposite force to his negativity by cheering him up on her own way

I suck at asking for things, sorry /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

YamaguchixReader (platonic)

warnings: idk, cringe? what's the pace of this? it's so empty Im upset with it

the day was nice outside, the sun was dimming and it was warm, there was still time before it got cold. school was over, now everyone was going home. the day was nice outside, until a little group of boys had to ruin it.

"hey, ugly-face, where's your bodyguard? did he get tired of you?" one of the snotty brats said.

well, thank goodness tsukki wasn't there to hear that. too bad he wasn't there to tell them off either...

"that's... that's n—" Yama cringed at his own quietness, can't even defend himself, wow. how useless.

"hey now, why don't ya ask me that? I'm standin' right 'ere." a kid spoke up to defend him.

'ah, what?'

she had a flowy, flowery blouse and some fresh shorts, looking like the little lady she is. and with the confidence to defend someone in need like a little lady would.

"what're ya? dumb? I'm telling ya t'leave him alone!" she ran after the kids, kicking up dirt and barking at them. she stood with her chin high, proud of scaring the meanies; very lady like.

'is she crazy or something?' the green haird boy sweatdropped. 'she better not have rabies… that's something tsukki would say'.

"hey, sparkly!" she turned around and faced the shy boy.

'is that supposed to be me?' "h-hello, please don't bother me too" the boy hid behind his backpack.

she tilted her head a little too far to the right, it looked like it was a bout to drop to the floor. "what's yer name, or do ya like sparkly?"

with curious eyes he peeked from behind his bag, "i'm yamaguchi tadashi".

"nice t'meet ya, dashi" her smile was so bright he thought he would go blind.

"um, yeah," he smiled, letting his bag fall to his feet. "nice to meet—"

"PRINCESS!" a man called from outside the school gates, "c'mon, we gotta run to surprise mommy!"

"ah, sorry," she bowed and started walking backwards. "see ya tomorrow, dashi!" she yelled, waving at her new friend.

author's note: I'm sorry I got carried away and ended up writing something completely different from what you asked😢 AKDHAKDHAK not that I like this piece of poopoo anw this took way longer than it should have for something I'm not satisfied with :'|

[jesncin]

i noticed you tend to use a lot of haikyuu gifs when responding to asks! i was wondering if thats cause they just make good reaction gifs (which is super fair! XD) or if you guys watch/like the show? was just curious cause i love the volleyball boys :)

Haha yes! I watched Haikyuu up until the Karasuno vs Shiratorizawa season finale (and I cried like a baby at the game's ending) and read up on the manga a good bit. I love the show dearly!! I haven't continued watching since then, because I save the show for cheering me up if I'm going through a rough time. Though I did rewatch it recently for research on my upcoming book 👀

I use Haikyuu gifs because not only do I love the show and characters but they have so many great reaction gifs compared to other fandoms I'm into, haha.

[animereactsbybkemk]

Haikyu Boys react/Respond:

-pt 2 the aftermath

-only has oikawa and Sugawara in this one. Kuroo and Tanaka is next part

- angst to fluff

-I wrote these forever ago but I hope y’all enjoy ;))

[petboymart]

lost in the woods (NSFW)

f!reader x snow leopard sakusa + yak ushijima (2x1)

employee notice : i don’t know much about yaks and literally wrote this in my notes app bc i don’t have any wifi, so i couldn’t do any research,, so i based what i know off literally zootopia and assumptions (if i got anything wrong lmk, i’d like to know more abt yaks) also my head rlly hurts rn

this product contains : dubcon (kinda) 2 possessive wild boys, female reader, mention of female genitalia, tiny mention of readers fam, oral (reader receiving), titty sucking!!, fingering

you should really start listening to your father more often, you realize, as you look around and realize that you are not back at the campsite.

“remember to take the map with you, and go with someone when you leave the campsite!” he had warned, and of course you in your prideful glory brushed him off, you could handle going to the bathroom by yourself.

stupid. dumb dumb dummy you thought, internally beating yourself up.

right now you looked around, all the trees looked the same, and your flashlight wasn’t industrial size, and didn’t help with sight. cheap thing it was. it honestly felt like a cliche horror movie. your phone was dead and even if it did work you were in the middle of nowhere with no service. all you had was a bag with toilet paper, pads and tampons, water, a flashlight, a first aid kit and toothbrushes and toothpaste. you suddenly felt scared. you were lost, in the woods of the highlands in the middle of nowhere.

there was the sound of something snapping in the woods around you. you jumped. another snap of a stick on the other side of the woods. you wheeled around, flashing your weak flashlight as if it could protect you.

you heard a growl and whimpered.

“oh god please don’t hurt me.” you squeaked. the bushes rustled, and something took a step out. you screamed, throwing your flashlight.

“ah- ow!” a deep voice exclaimed.

“oh god oh my god please don’t kill me please! i’ll- i’ll hurt you i’ll choke you with a tampon!” you yowled, switching from begging sadness to fiery threats.

“of course you scared her.” a deeper voice called from behind her and you whirled around, falling on your ass as you squealed. the flashlight that had fallen on the ground shined brightly on the two figures, revealing two men.

the first man, who was rubbing his head as he was the one you threw the flashlight at was.. beautiful. he had nice curly black hair and dark eyes. he had two moles above his brow, and his face was set with a deep pout. he also had a pair of fluffy white ears atop his head and a thick spotted tail swishing behind him.

the second man was big, burly with large muscular arms and a broad chest. he had short brown hair that was tinted with what seemed to be the color of moss, and there were a few small flowers in his hair. his eyes were olive green and his face was straight and square. he was so geometric. he had dark floppy ears on his head as well as large horns that had vines and other herbs hanging from them, seemingly tangled in them. they both glared at each other, and then looked down at you. the one with the black hair sighed, the hand that was rubbing his head moved to reach out to you.

“i’m sorry for scaring you, i didn’t mean to. i just saw you were panicked and i wanted to help. i’m sakusa.” he said, his white ears pinned to his head as his face flushed pink.

you took his hand, standing up, still silent in shock. the other man huffed, dragging his foot against the ground.

“i’m ushijima. i also came to help. you’re lost.” he said, the last part wasn’t really a question, it was a statement. that’s when you found your voice again.

“yeah.. i um.. i don’t know where my campsite is.” you murmured, avoiding eye contact with both of them. you could feel their heavy eyes on you, and you held back from squirming.

sakusa stared at you with dilated pupils, you smelled nice. fresh. clean. his nose twitched. he wanted to rub his face against your neck and your face and your entire body. his instincts insisted he take you to his home and lay you in his nest of furs and feathers and keep you there until you smell like him entirely. you could scratch his ears and rub his belly. he could keep your safe and warm with his own body heat. he clenched his fists to tether himself to reality, to control his urges.

ushijima thought you looked like a doe, lost in the woods all alone. you fiddled with your hands, biting your lip nervously. ushijima wanted to bite your lip himself. he wanted to pick you up and carry you away, keep you warm nestled in his arms, the thick hair on his chest perfect for you to nuzzle in. you seemed like you would fit perfectly against him. he could carry you on his shoulders to pick the fruits in the trees, lay you on his back when he was in his animal form and nap with you as you helped take leaves out of his thick coat. he blinked himself out of his dreams as you stared at them both wide eyed.

they glanced at each other, seeming to have a little staring contest before both nodding, begrudgingly.

“we’ll take care of you, sweet one. we’ll keep you safe for the night.” sakusa said in a honey sweet tone, as you carefully nodded. him and ushijima both took one of your hands, and ushijima took your bag. you didn’t know what to say really as they led you to a cave, watching you with sweet eyes.

“there’s no furs or blankets, we’ll keep you warm.” said ushijima as they watched you sit down on the cave floor.

they sat on either side of you, their warm bodies emanating heat. you were still sort of dazed from the whole situation as you laid down. sakusa hugged you from your left, as ushijima did the same from your right. the yak’s large hand squeezed your hip, making your stomach tingle. the snow leopard nuzzled against your neck, purring. the vibrations from his bare chest made your heart thump.

two kind strangers have helped you when you’re lost in the woods and are even keeping you warm. yet all you can do is think with your cunt?! you internally berated yourself. two kind strangers. two insanely attractive large hot strangers. both of whom were pressed against you like there was no room when you were all in fact in a very large cave.

you squeezed your legs together, using all your willpower to try and calm your nether regions, as sakusa’s clawed hand rubbed circles on your stomach, only covered by a thin tank top. you were hot, you were sweaty. you weren’t wearing a bra. you shuffled around in your laid down position, your shorts riding up to reveal more of your thigh and just the slightest glimpse of your ass. black panties. you didn’t notice but the two wild boys.. no, wild men, did. ushijima breathed in sharply, steeling himself. sakusa parted his mouth just slightly, the scent of your hidden treasure making his eyes roll back in his head. the two looked at eachother. they wanted you so bad. they could tell you wanted them too.

slowly, slowly, sakusa used his hand to bring your face to his. ushijima’s hand that was on your hip moved lower, tracing shapes on your shorts. you shivered. the straight faced yak smirked just slightly. you looked at sakusa innocently, plump lips just mocking him with the way they parted to huff out a short breath.

his self control was in shreds. sakusa kissed you, making your lidded eyes fly open in shock as you jumped. you didn’t know what to do, barely comprehending as you kissed back.

sakusa’s catlike tongue poked around your mouth. tasting and rubbing against your tongue, the strange texture of his tongue giving a brand new sensation to you. ushijima wanted your attention too though, as his big hands went up your shirt, his rough palms cupping your breasts. you squealed into sakusa’s mouth as he moved his lips from yours. your lips were puffy and spit slicked and it made sakusa purr. ushijima squeezed your breast’s and you moaned.

“we want you. do you want us?” ushijima said, levelheadedly as if his hands weren’t kneading your tits.

“mm-mhhhm yes oh-!” you said, squeaking. when you said yes, ushijima tugged on your nipple, making you squeak.

sakusa purred. he dragged your shorts off, as you lifted your hips so he could wiggle them off, throwing them somewhere in the cave. ushijima rid you of your shirt. all that was covering you were your panties, and soon those were gone as well. you were laid bare beneath them as they took your body in with glazed eyes.

your breath came short and fast as they observed you, then slowly moved. ushijima kissed your lips, once again cupping your breasts and playing with your now erect nipples.

sakusa lowered himself until he was at the same level as your drooling cunt. he gave a tentative lick and your leg twitched, and he proceeded to bury his nose and mouth into your folds. you squealed into ushijimas open mouth, as the yak swallowed all your moans hungrily. his mouth moved from your lips to your tits as he took your right nipple into his mouth, tugging and rolling the other one between his pointer and thumb. his warm mouth around your nipple made you squirm, as you tangled your hand into his hair and tugged. he groaned. ushijima sucked harshly on your nipple then lazily dragged his tongue over it.

sakusa was deep in your pussy, lost in the taste and scent. he swallowed your juices greedily, pushing his tongue in and out of your throbbing cunt. his nose rubbed against your clit, making you close your legs around his head. that made him feel even better as the feel of your thighs enclosing him, making him stay down there, felt heavenly. his sandpaper tongue twisted and slurped your cunt, before he brought a finger into your pussy too, then another. he pumped in and out of your pussy rhythmically, as he continued to suck and kiss and practically make out with your pussy.

both of them stimulated your most sensitive areas, and soon heat built up in your stomach as you clenched your fists. your moans grew louder as you approached your high.

“‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum-“ you chanted, eyes rolled back. that made ushijima and sakusa work harder, sucking and licking and doing whatever they could to bring your orgasm closer. they succeeded.

“cumming! cumming cumming cumming-“ you repeated as the knot in your stomach snapped and a wave of pleasure crashed into you. you let out a silent scream as your body went rigid, yet you began to twitch as ushijima and sakusa didn’t stop.

“i just cummed- i can’t-“ you started but when you lifted your head you were met with two animalistic stares.

they were not done. this was going to be a long night. you squealed as the overstimulation crossed with a second orgasm. in the dim light of the cave, you could see something thick bulging out of both of their pants.

well, at least you weren’t still lost in the woods.

[perhapstheworldwillend-butbread]

help, i just got here. how do i do the Tumblr???

[lotus-duckies]

i like that the manga actually shows kageyama getting mildly to moderately pissed off with oikawa's crap

[lazuliquetzal]

i want to hear the sports anime manifesto

Okay short version:

My life was a sports anime for a bit, and watching sports anime makes me nostalgic for those days.

Medium version:

The typical shonen sports anime deals with themes of camaraderie, ambition, and the intersections of camaraderie and ambition, which ALWAYS hits me right in the chest.

I'm not an ambitious person by nature, but--you know that one poem floating around on here, the one about the moth that wants nothing more than to fly into the flame, and how it would be nice to feel that kind of all consuming passion? Yeah, that's the feeling I get from sports anime.

And often, for the Team Sports anime, you'll get characters who have nothing in common except that they Love the Same Thing--a friendship/rivalry/(romance) formed on the basis of a shared interest. That's sweet as hell!

And they're super predictable and low stress for me. Very easy to watch! Total popcorn shows. Also I like listening to people infodump about their passions. Someone loved their Sport so much they wrote a whole-ass story about it, so yeah, eat that shit up.

Long version:

The Socioeconomic Inequalities of High School Sports

In high school, I was on a crappy underfunded soccer team (with a healthy dose of sexism) and due to [sports league division reasons] the schools we played against were almost exclusively private schools.

I cannot describe how existential it is to be wearing a hand-me-down formerly white-turned-disgusting-gray uniform that's at least five years old when playing against a team that gets brand new windbreakers every season.

(If you've read AAB, YES this is where my obsession with the windbreakers comes from.)

(Hilariously, the guys team got windbreakers but we didn't.)

(I am not over the fucking windbreakers.)

But anyway, when you're constantly losing to private schools you get this fucking complex about it.

This should come as no surprise but like. People with the time and resources to practice their Thing get good at their Thing.

Playing pick up soccer at the park is practice. Playing rec league soccer is organized, repeated practice.

Playing competitive club soccer is all of that, plus a coach who knows How To Coach and What The Sport Is, plus you get morale-boosting uniforms and the chance to play with and against other skilled players. So you're exposed to a lot more, and thus, you learn a lot more.

Competitive club soccer is also Expensive. Rich kids get good.

There's a reason why the "Powerhouse School" is a thing in sports anime, because it's a thing in real life. People with leisure time and money get to invest in their sports development, and everyone else gets left behind in the dust. It's basically a microcosm of capitalism.

The underdog sports story is (quite tragically) bootstraps propaganda. All you have to do is be really good and work really hard and have A LOT OF PASSION to get good at your sport! The cream rises to the top! This is a meritocracy! Let's ignore all the other factors that go into an individual's development as an athlete!

(My brother got scouted for club soccer as a kid. He actually went to tryouts and got offered a spot and a scholarship and everything, but there's SO many hidden fees after the initial registration. Uniforms, equipment, travel and accommodation, tournaments, plus like, the time sink, so we never signed him up. And equipment-wise, soccer is one of the cheapest sports you can play--just imagine the price for something like baseball or hockey.)

In sports anime, there is no reform. There is no revolution.

But sports anime isn't really about that. It's about the narratives we create when we convince ourselves that we deserve to win.

(You know what I mean. Every billionaire is convinced they're some sort of heroic underdog. The same exact kind of 'working your way up' narrative.)

Sports anime is like, the uncomplicated power fantasy of playing the game. It's a world where you are rewarded for your hard work, because it's narratively satisfying. It's a world where it's safe to want things, because you have the exact same chances as the private school kids.

I used to be an obnoxiously competitive child. Then I got all my competition beaten out of me by 3 straight years of constant losing in my clownagerie of a high school soccer team (affectionate). I am going to admit that experience made me a better person and I would not trade it for anything, but I also had to like, relearn how to want things. And maybe real life is not as equal opportunity as the world of sports anime, but I think it's good to want things.

Of course, the winner-loser dichotomy makes sense in sports because of the inherent nature of competition, but it doesn't make sense in stuff like society and economics because that's like, competing over the right to live. That's where the capitalism metaphor ends,

Does sports anime actually go into the socioeconomic inequalities of sports? No. Of course not. Giant Killing never got a season 2.

But it is something I think about when I write sports anime fic. Even if it's not the point, it influences my characterization. The ego of a prodigy character in a shitty sports program is different from the ego of a prodigy character in a rich kid sports program. I am obligated to my amateur attempts to capture the complexities of the high school sports environment in my fanfiction because I am fucking insane I had a specific high school sports experience and they do say to write what you know.