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MIYA TWINS 🦊🦊

[flame-alchemistry]

[Image description: Fanart of Megumi and Yuji from Jujutsu Kaisen drawn in the orange Karasuno volleyball uniforms of Haikyuu!! Megumi, a boy with spiky black hair and dark eyes, stands in three quarters view with his arms crossed and a confident expression. Beside him, Yuji, a pink haired boy with dark eyes, is bent forward, resting his hands on his knees as he smiles. Behind them is a sketched volleyball court and shadows of other players. End ID]

[megapteraurelia]

“kuroo.”

“that’s tetsurou for you.”

“stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like that.”

he had crinkles around his eyes, little crow’s feet that ran deep. his smile wasn’t large; it was more a twitch of lips that hid a certain air of playfulness he kept in wraps around you, but even the bangs falling into his face couldn’t shadow the radiance of warmth pooling in the hazel of his eyes. he looked at you like he knew something, something big, something that he had fun and guilt both keeping from you.

“i don’t know what you mean.”

“i feel like you’re not being honest, kuroo.”

“tetsurou. besides, me? not being honest? is that what you think of me? that i’m in the habit of lying?”

“you think you aren’t?”

his chin was supported on his hands, and his eyes half lidded as his gaze roamed your face. there was an air of desperation around him like he tried hard to seem like something he wasn’t, like that something brewing in his chest both hurt and delighted him. kuroo tetsurou lied, he did, but mostly to himself.

“you hurt my feelings.”

“i was going to say ‘you and feelings?’ but you do. you’re the sappiest person i know, so i can’t even insult you in that way.”

“i do. feelings, i mean. i do have them.”

the mirth disappeared from his eyes slowly but surely, replaced with something you can’t name. that something you don’t dare name. he sighed and the crow’s feet reappeared, slightly, but without the mischievousness, without the teasing; something vulnerable and protected. hidden behind pestering moments and snorted jokes, something he was scared of sharing.

“tetsurou.”

“so, you do know how to say my name.”

“stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like that.”

then the first admission: 

“i can’t.”

[wholemeallbread]

"they blocked it, and it just went BAAM on the floor!" you're lucky bokuto's voice was even intelligible, because he was face down on your bed, face smooshed deep into your pillow. unfortunately for him, you were preoccupied with your studies, which took priority over his current tantrum.

"mhm." you hum, sounding more disinterested than you actually were. he's been ranting about his spike getting blocked for the past five minutes, it's only inevitable that you tune out at some point.

in disbelief, he lifts his head, eyes fixed on your form. "you don't get it! my entire life was on the line!"

"it was a practice match." you glance at him. it sounds silly, but even though he was blowing the situation completely out of proportion, you didn't want him to actually be annoyed by it. "and you still won. what are you really upset about?"

that really boosted his morale. like clockwork, his face immediately drained, letting out an exhausted huff. "just say you don't love me anymore..." a bit extreme, isn't he?

with a sigh, you shut your notebook, swinging off your chair and approaching the foot of your bed. "you really are just a big baby." and his team wonder how you put up with him... honestly? you don't know either.

usually he would protest against your jabs, but something about you saying that makes him feel oddly smug. in his eyes, it was more of you indirectly calling him "baby". seeing the best in things always comes in handy. still, he keeps up the pouty facade, hoping for some more comfort from you.

"c'mon, big guy. cheer up." sat by his side, you pat his back.

bokuto gives you the most incredulous look. "that's it?"

"what? do you want me to kiss you better or something?"

silence.

you didn't need to hear him say anything else. sometimes you wish that he would communicate better, but even with the tiniest change in expression, you recognise exactly what he wants. so easy to read, it's concerning.

without a second thought, you climb into bed with him, spoiling him with all the love and kisses he wanted.

[oneforblu]

might be because i’m so emotionally attached but rereading haikyuu in my 20’s really did help me. it’s so motivating and so relatable. yes, volleyball is a large part of it, but the emotions and thoughts throughout the story are much more than that. you can apply all the lessons throughout the story to your own life. it is SO MUCH MORE than a sports manga. it changed my life for the better. all the effort you put into things will work out in the end. you’ll find your passion. the connections you make will fuel your life and last forever. you might not feel you have accomplished anything, but all your hard work will pay off in time. TODAY YOU WERE THE DEFEATED, BUT WHAT WILL YOU BECOME TOMORROW?

[itadoreyu]

@umemiyan

happy birthday baby boy

[kamsspice]

taking the niece out on a trip

[nerdsnuff]

🍞 AKAD — oikawa tooru

happy haikyuu day!! thank you furudate for changing my life. here’s something for oikawa cause he’s so so special to me and i love him (not romantically, despite this fic) so i hope i write for him MORE. anyway, yeah inspired by an indonesian song (linked in title) I HOPE YOU ENJOY

“i think i’ll marry you someday” oikawa says suddenly.

you to turn your head his way in a fast motion, yet he continues to look up ahead and watch as the raindrops fall. the two of you sit idly on a bench, sheltered beneath the roof of a bus stop. the weather is cold, and all you can hear is mostly raindrops falling around you, striking the roof the two of you hide beneath. you think maybe that’s why he said it, convinced you wouldn’t hear.

“what?” you speak up, not wanting to ignore his words. he turns his head to you now, a knowing smile on his face — he seems well aware of his words. so you ask again, “what made you say that?”

“i was just thinking, it just came to mind how happy it makes me to be with you, walk with you, laugh with you,” he stops to chuckle. “it’s cheesy, i know. but i really wouldn’t mind continuing to experience all of that in the future” he explained.

the world felt like it was washing away slowly with every word he spoke, as if it flowed with the stream, down the drain. all you can seem to focus on now is oikawa.

he looks away again for a moment. “but of course if i’m going to far, or maybe you’re not interested, then it’s fine. i’ll still always be there for you in any way you want” he says genuinely, though almost sad. “just let me stay in your life, okay?”

you look away now, face reddening. “okay” you respond bashfully. “i wouldn’t mind marrying you either”

suddenly his head is on your shoulder, you almost jump. he speaks into your ear, “do you like the rain?” how random, you didn’t know how to respond.

“i mean, it’s okay?” you sound unsure of yourself. he just laughs a little, pulling away to take off his bag.

“let’s do something impulsive, take off your bag too” he ordered while smiling at you, a smile you can’t seem to say no to, so you do as he told.

suddenly, he pulls you up. suddenly, you’re soaked and suddenly, you really are melting away with the world in the presence of oikawa tooru — here, laughing and holding your hands. and here, under the rain, just as soaked as you are. you want to be mad, but can’t. you have a feeling you’ll never forget this moment.

“fuck! okay maybe this was too impulsive!” he yells with a laugh; suddenly regretting his decision. you laugh with him, more-so at his misery over his own stupid choice.

“it’s fine, let’s just enjoy the moment!” you yell back, smile on your face. your cheeks are red, and so are his as he looks at you. before you know it, he pulls you closer, wet clothes now stuck to one another, a hand of his intertwined with yours while the other rests on your hip. you don’t care who sees this sight, not when the whole world was in front of you already.

“isn’t this romantic?” he asks with a smirk, face near yours. you simply scoff.

“it’s corny. but i can’t lie, this’ll probably stay in my mind forever. never thought you’d do this of all people, risking your hair getting wet” you say. he quirks his eyebrow.

“are you saying i can’t have some fun once awhile? nobody’s here but you anyway, who cares if i look a little… bad? you still think i’m attractive, don’t you?” he flutters his eyelashes, a droplet falls from them. his eyes shine beneath the dimming lights, the only sun visible in a sky of gray. you don’t think he’s simply attractive, he’s gorgeous.

“always” you smile. and he does too. oikawa laughs again, that stupid contagious laugh that makes you laugh too.

you stay like this for awhile, laughing and dancing beneath the rain, clothes soaked, visions blurred behind drenches lashes. the moment seems to last forever, at least that’s what it felt like.

but forever isn’t real.

you snap out of your trance, quickly shaking away the thoughts of that sweet memory.

now you’re both adults, and dancing in the rain was just something seen in movies about high school romance. though the moment you two shared feels like something that came straight from one of those, you think. and as you sit and read the postcard oikawa sent from argentina, sometimes you wonder if the movie ever ended. he’s so corny, sending cards when he’s literally a text away.

“i’ll be home soon my love, wait for me! -xoxo, oikawa”

is what’s written on the postcard. you smile as you stare at it. how soon is soon? it’s been a week since this came in the mail, you don’t want to be too hung up on it. you miss him dearly.

you look up front the postcard, eyes gazing to the window over the desk you sit on. it’s raining outside, and you always miss him the most when it’s raining. your feelings spill out like the raindrops you watch fall.

you miss him physically. technically he kept his promise, he’s still in your life, but you miss feeling him next to you.

unexpectedly you hear a knock on the door, the rain pouring makes you almost miss it. but the knock was loud and clear, so you get up, chair scraping on the floor loud enough for the person behind the door to hear. a part of you was nervous to open it, you weren’t expecting someone, but hoping instead.

the angels were on your side today, well, in front of you, actually.

a familiar tuff of swayed brown hair with two strands that never want to go down, brown eyes that remind you of home, and a familiar smirk to top it off.

oikawa tooru is suddenly home. he came back just as you were thinking about him, and he’s as handsome as you remember. you’ve fallen, as hard as the raindrops outside. you’ve fallen and became a puddle under his gaze.

he gives you no time to speak before hugging you tight. he’s taller than before, but as soaked as you remember.

“tooru, you’re gonna soak my clo—”

“you’re drier than necessary, it’s not fair” he drops his bag on the floor. “for old times sake, let’s do something impulsive” he smiles, the one you’ve never been able to say no to. then, he pulls you outside.

now you’re both soaked and underneath a thousand falling raindrops, but you’re both happy — laughing, smiling and dancing. you’ve never felt more alive, you’ve never felt more in love, completed. especially now that he’s here with you, like some stupid movie miracle.

“you still think this is romantic, right?” he asks, though he has this look that makes it seem like he doesn’t quite care what you’d say, he’ll go on with whatever he has in mind anyway.

you laugh brightly, the only sun he sees beneath the gray sky. his heart flutters as you speak, “still as corny as i remember”

“mind if i make it cornier then?” he reaches for his pocket, and pulls out a blue box. your eyes widen, that can’t be mistaken as anything else. he gets on one knee and the world stops this time, it doesn’t flow away. you’re here now, both of you.

“on a rainy afterschool day, i said one day that i’d marry you. we haven’t seen each other in awhile but i know that i still love being with you, i still love walking with you, i still love laughing with you. i hope we get to experience that in the city of argentina where we won’t be separated again, because i promise to take you with me” he takes a deep breath.

“will you marry me?”

you cry, though it you almost can’t tell as it rolls down your cheek with the rain. you scream, “yes!” before hugging him, ignoring the ring for a second. you’ll wrap that around your finger in a bit, but first, you need to wrap your arms around him. and you do so as you kiss him, loving and slippery, making you both burst into a fit of giggles.

akad; meaning promises. oikawa has made a promise, and the moment he finally slips the ring on your finger he has fulfilled it. just as he fulfills you.

[tricodekus]

kuroken 🐈‍⬛🍮

[vertejay]

MY MAAAANNNNNNN UHGHHGHGHGGHHHHHHH TY SAHRI MY BELOVED

[quantaart]

Chibi Oisuga > first date!!

[eeveebooart]

The sharks are on a roll today! 🦈⚡️

They're my children and they deserve the world. My silly little Haikyuu OC's live in my head rent free

[nectardaddy]

I LOVE THE PUCK OUTTA YOU. . . texts between hockey player! mattsun and his adorable partner

warnings/notes : suggestive, blood + fighting (it's hockey so…), crude/sexual humor, one singular joke about boobs but the rest in gender neutral, all pictures are men from the nhl and not random ass people I swear, yes I know I I used the wrong your please don't stone me I am too lazy to fix it, for you @kameyyy <3

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[haikyu-mp4]

who are my favourite characters in Haikyu and why? hear me out, in no particular order.

I love Bokuto for being so vulnerable with his emotions and shamelessly communicating his needs while also tending to others and giving as much as he takes in his relationships. Then there's the contrast of him feeling better in tight spaces when he's down, out of the public eye despite his love for attention because he wouldn't want to burden anyone, but then growing into a confident professional player who knows he can only do his best.

I love Tendo for how he plays the sport exactly the way he likes, trusting his own process even if it’s not the ‘perfect’ way to do it. He trusts himself and doesn’t see the value of being forced to follow a certain standard even if being bullied could have made him try and adapt to others. And he isn't even afraid when leaving the only stage where he has stood on equal ground with those around him. It was his paradise, but now he will find a new one and still stay true to himself.

I love Kageyama for never considering defeat and being so pure of heart while struggling with his guilt and the image others have of him. Even after his team abandoned him for taking it too far and Oikawa (who Tobio probably thought was his 'someone better') refused to help him and basically declared him his enemy (not saying I don’t sympathise with Oikawa) he still walked straight up to that Karasuno gym with his application. Because he wanted to try again, to have a second chance.

I love Hoshiumi for working hard to reach his full potential yet understanding that Hirugami shouldn't play if he doesn’t want to, instead of shaming him for not loving the sport just because he’s practically made for volleyball. And then he sees Hinata as an equal because they're both great in different ways despite their similar disadvantage.

I love Kuroo because he idolises Nekomata for lowering the net and showing him that motivation might need a little push sometimes. In his own way, he dedicates his year as captain and then essentially the rest of his life to sharing that same sentiment with others and lowering the net for anyone who might want to experience the joy of volleyball.

I love Hinata for his huge heart. He yells at Kageyama when he's angry, cries in his room when he's sad and declares his accomplishments for all to hear when he's happy. He's an open book, and we see people repeatedly take a stab at the pages but he keeps going. He keeps making new unexpected plotlines so that he can reach the goal, no matter how difficult the journey will be.

I love Atsumu for being one of the most sought-after players but still feeling devastated that he couldn't play with his brother. What is talent to him when he can’t play with his other half? Maybe he was scared he wouldn’t have anyone to run beside him when his biggest blessing wasn’t there, but he learnt to do it, to stand on that stage without Osamu.

I love Suna, he's hot af.

[megapteraurelia]

azumane asahi’s hands were big, warm and heavy on your legs. 

“stay still,” you mumbled and he shuddered at the caress of your breathing on his mouth. one hand of yours held his strong jaw, moving it when you had to, the other careful at gliding the blade across his skin.

asahi’s lips opened as if to speak, but you glanced at him sternly, freezing your hands, and his mouth closed again. his hands on your thighs squeezed for a second in response, half apology, half amusement, and you softened your gaze, “sorry, handsome, i don’t want to cut you.”

a hum escaped his throat, deep and rumbling in his chest, the muscles underneath your fingertips vibrating slightly at the oscillation of sound carried over.

you sank the blade in water to clean it once the strip above one side of his mouth was finished, and this time he didn’t hesitate to disrupt the shaving process. his hands rubbed the sides of your legs as his hips flushed closer to yours, “thank you for being so careful,” a huff of embarrassed relief escaped him, “i nick myself a lot.”

“wouldn’t that be funny for people to know?” you teased and tenderly gripped his chin, pulling down his upper lip to get the most space for the other side. his gentle eyes watched you as he let you contort his face however you wanted, putty underneath your fingertips, “this huge man looking like he’s gonna pummel everyone in his way, but can barely shave without hurting himself.”

the tips of asahi’s ears burned, but his hands gave your legs a squeeze at the taunt, and before you set the blade on his skin, your legs interlocked behind his hips to trap him. his eyes narrowed at your mischievousness, amused, slightly horny, but still obedient until you finished the other side of his upper lip, too. 

he pressed into you, leaning you far back until you had to yelp in surprise and sling your arms around his neck (the sharp end of the knife very much pointed away from you both, thank you very much). 

“maybe people will think it’s funny — “ he left the sentence hanging and sank his mouth down on yours, leaving the shaving foam all over your face, kissing you wild and intense,  “ — how you shut up — “ another maddening devouring of your lips, “ — as soon as i’m all over you.”

leaving you breathless, forcing gasps through your mouth, foam wet on your cheeks and your chin, you blushed hard and asahi grinned sheepishly at the mess he left you both in, one hand of his coming to scratch the back of his head.