#hq

[itadoreyu]

@umemiyan

ugh i need to drink with post-graduate suga i just know it would fix me >_>

[adoringhaikyuu]

hi, i hope your day was good! i just have a request for how tsukishima, oikawa, ushijima, and kuroo (separately) would react to reader (their partner) holding the hq men’s waistband in their sleep lmaoo

smut/suggestive or not is up to you!! also pls take your time <3

YOU HOLD THEIR WAISTBAND IN YOUR SLEEP

characters: kuroo + oikawa + tsukishima + ushijima + (gn!reader)

warnings: kuroo's is a smidge suggestive, but overall pretty pg

★ kuroo would 100% think you're trying to tease him and get freaky. but when he sees you're asleep, he smiles to himself and shakes his head before kissing yours. he takes a picture of you with him smirking at the camera, and texts it to you so you see it when you wake up––'even in your sleep you're trying to get in my pants ;)'

★ oikawa loves it because it means he's rubbing off on you. he literally sleeps with a hand down your pants cause it's comfy. will physically move your hand to hold his waistband if you don't do it one day (he gets pouty if you don't give him attention).

★ tsukishima pretends to be annoyed but when you stop randomly one day, he huffs and can't sleep. literally makes noise for you to telepathically understand and put your hand back.

★ ushijima raises a brow but doesn't move your hand, it's weirdly kind of comforting. he'll put his hand on top of yours and lightly rub his thumb in a soothing pattern.

[act-nat-ural]

It started when Kuroo referred to you as his ‘karaoke wife.’ Kenma’s face twisted into one of clear disgust. “What does that even mean..” Kuroo threw an arm around your shoulder and gave you a smug look. “Care to explain?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hold back your smile. “It means we only go to karaoke if the other is going.” The team gave you an unimpressed look as Kuroo gestured for you to go on. You sighed and avoided eye contact, mumbling, “We also only do duets with each other.”

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as Fukunaga let out a giggle and Yamamoto muttered, “I wish I had a karaoke wife,” under his breath.

Kuroo chuckled, sensing your discomfort. “What she means is, we’ve got a vibe when we sing together. Like, there’s this chemistry between us that just clicks. It’s like we can read each other’s minds, you know? We can start a song without saying a word, and it just flows. Perfect harmonies, smooth transitions… It’s like we’re in sync. Like we *get* each other, musically.”

The team looked between you and Kuroo with varying degrees of skepticism. Kenma raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh, chemistry, sure.”

“You know,” Kuroo continued, leaning back and grinning, “There’s a special kind of magic when you’re so in tune with someone. We can make any song sound like it’s meant for us. Ever heard of ‘The Power of Love’?” He looked to you, eyes glinting. “It’s like, you and I? We can turn even the cheesiest love songs into something everyone wants to listen to. And don’t get me started on our ‘Shallow’ duet. We had the whole room cheering.”

You felt the familiar rush of both pride and bashfulness. “It’s not that impressive,” you muttered, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. You were secretly proud of the way your voices blended, the effortless way you made each performance feel unique.

“Are you kidding?” Kuroo scoffed, clearly enjoying the teasing. “I’m pretty sure we make every karaoke night legendary. I mean, do you see how we make the crowd react? They go wild. It's not just the song—it’s us. We’ve got that... thing.”

The team was silent for a moment, trying to process what Kuroo was saying. Finally, Fukunaga spoke up, a teasing smile creeping up on his face. “I don’t know, man. If I’m ever looking for a duet partner, I might just steal (Name)  away from you.”

Kuroo’s face immediately shifted into mock offense. “Try it. You’ll regret it.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re being a little dramatic, aren’t you?”

“Nope.” Kuroo leaned forward, his voice dropping an octave. “You and I? We’ve got karaoke magic. I’m not just letting anyone ruin that.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the embarrassment from earlier melting away in the warmth of Kuroo’s words. He always knew how to make you feel special, and even though the teasing never stopped, you had to admit—it was kind of nice to be his ‘karaoke wife.’ The team might not get it, but you knew. When you two sang together, nothing else mattered.

But just as the moment seemed to settle, a voice rang out from Yamamoto, his grin wide and mischievous. “Kuroo, you do know you two are terrible, right?”

Kuroo’s confident smile faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Excuse me?”

Yamamoto shrugged with a grin, and Kenma, looking utterly bored, added dryly, “I mean, you both sound like two dying cats trying to harmonize. It’s not really the chemistry you think it is.”

The whole team, seemingly in agreement, nodded along. “You guys literally can’t stay on key for more than a few notes,” Fukunaga chimed in, barely suppressing his laughter.

You blushed, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. “Okay, okay, maybe we're not great... but it’s fun, right?”

“You and Kuroo are the worst,” Kenma said, deadpan. “You sound like you’re trying to hit notes that just don’t exist.”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the realization. “We’re not that bad,” you protested, but even you knew it was true. Kuroo, despite his confidence, was as tone-deaf as they came, and your singing wasn’t much better. 

Kuroo threw his hands up dramatically. “You’re all just jealous of our unmatched charisma!”

The team snickered, and Yamamoto playfully patted Kuroo on the back. “Sure, buddy. But hey, we’ll still cheer you on. You’re great... at making everyone else sound better.”

With that, you and Kuroo exchanged a look, both of you trying not to crack up. Despite all the teasing, you knew one thing for sure—karaoke with Kuroo was never about being the best. It was about having fun, creating memories, and laughing at how awful your singing was. And honestly? That was more than enough for both of you.

note: kinda short but oh well

[stars-tonight]

hiii can i request for some fluff & crack imagines on suna who has the biggest fattest crush on you and decided to wait no longer and confess 🫣🫣 if ur comfortable with it of course 🫂🫶🏻

IN HIS DREAMS (FT. SUNA RINTARŌ)

synopsis: the four times suna rintarō attempts to confess to you and the one time he finally does. 4+1, fluff, pre-timeskip, suna is a bit of a lovestruck fool

word count: 2620

the first time suna rintarō nearly confesses to you, it’s at a party in front of just about everyone. a game of truth or dare was under way, and some of the kids were already getting tipsy off the alcohol someone had snuck in. suna didn’t drink--coach would kill him if word got out--and he noticed that you didn’t either.

“suna, truth or dare!” atsumu exclaims, slinging an arm around his shoulders. atsumu didn’t drink anything either, probably for the same reason as suna. he had to admit he respected the guy a little because of it.

he sighs, contemplating his choices. he knows atsumu would ask him something super embarrassing, but he’s not about to strip naked and run through the neighborhood. besides, he could always lie if the truth really was that bad. “truth,” he says finally.

atsumu rolls his eyes. “you’re no fun,” he complains. “fine. who do you like?”

suna blinks. [y/n], his brain thinks immediately, and his eyes dart over to you only to find that you’re already looking at him, an amused, curious little gleam in your eye. you look absolutely heavenly tonight; you’re not dressed super fancy, but you look put-together enough that he’s noticed multiple other people checking you out tonight (not like you need to dress up to be hot, you could probably show up in pajamas and he’d still be heads over heels). you’re looking at him with a little smile on your face, almost like you really want to know the answer too. he opens his mouth, closes it. he can just hear your name slipping past his lips. that would be an absolute disaster.

“what are you, twelve?” he forces himself to say, blinking hard and averting his eyes. “that’s a stupid question.”

“you’re avoiding it!” atsumu chides him. “c’mon, who is it?”

suna rolls his eyes and pushes his friend away. “your mom.” he pulls his knees to his chest as atsumu shouts and complains, his eyes still occasionally finding themselves fixed on your figure. his face felt hot. damn, he was down bad, wasn’t he?

the second time suna rintarō nearly confesses to you, it’s after a brilliant idea strikes. he wakes up at five in the morning and practically jumps out of bed, scrambling around his house to get ready before dashing to school. he’s never this energetic in the morning, but something about the thought of you makes his adrenaline soar. he gets to school as soon as it opens; he’s the first one in the classroom and takes this time to carefully arrange his present on your desk. he had poured his whole heart out in that letter, he had gone to too many convenience stores to count to buy that special brand of yogurt he knew you liked, and he had spent hours trying to perfect his drawing of you that would hopefully charm its way into your heart. suna is by no means an artist, and he had nearly torn up the piece of paper in frustration last night because he couldn’t get the sparkle in your eyes quite right. to avoid suspicion, he heads off to the library after he finishes, planning to return to the classroom a few minutes before class officially starts.

at seven twenty, suna returns to the classroom. as he gets closer, his heart starts beating faster. soon he’d see your reaction to the gifts. he’d been too scared to leave his name in letter, only a mysterious message telling you to meet him on the rooftop at sunset today. if everything works out, it would be absolutely perfect. so romantic, how could you say no?

he turns into the room and stops short in the doorway.

the letter is opened. the yogurt is half empty. the picture is nowhere in sight. his eyes land on the open window, and as the strong wind messes up his hair, the awful truth dawns on him. the drawing must have been blown away. and as for the letter. . .

he spends half his time in this classroom staring at you. he knows everything there is to know. he knows how you chew on your pencil when you’re concentrating, how you shake your hair out of your eyes before writing down an answer, how you twirl your pencil when you’re bored. he knows everything about you. except, apparently, where you sit.

suna nearly face palms, right then and there. oh my god. . . how stupid was he? all that work and he had messed up the very last step. now his--your--letter and yogurt are in someone else’s hands. he’s numb as he makes his way to his seat and plops down. running a hand through his hair, he fights back an urge to yell in frustration. this is the one time he’s actually tried for anything.

he puffs out his cheeks as he lets out a deep sigh. that was his whole heart, poured out to you. he suddenly feels so intensely grateful that he hadn’t given any clues in the letter as to who he was. maybe a written confession wasn’t the best idea. like what had just happened, it could easily fall into the wrong hands, and it could become terrifying blackmail material later on for the twins.

he would have to try again some other time, he decides. and it would probably have to be face to face.

the third time suna rintarō nearly confesses to you, it’s after nationals. at least, it’s supposed to be after nationals.

inarizaki were practically the favorite to win nationals. suna rintarō, a national champion? how could you say no?

you text suna the day before the big match to wish him luck. i’ll be watching! you add, with a little smiley face.

suna fights back the urge to tell you to pay extra close attention to him and all the kills he’s going to get tomorrow. instead he just thanks you. he’d confess to you at the end of the tournament, he promises himself. after he wins. you’ll see the photos of him and his medal and the trophy in the newspaper, on social media, everywhere. and when he comes back a national champion and proclaims his love for you, how would you be able to resist? it’s a perfect plan.

then inarizaki loses to karasuno. and suna goes home with his head hung low. how could he confess to you now? he’s not cool. he’s not a winner. he’s just about the biggest loser around.

the winner is ichibayashi. of course it is. suna’s on the subway, riding home from school, when he sees the news. he sighs deeply, tipping his head back against the cold train window. if anyone on the ichibayashi team had a crush they were wanting to confess to, they’d be able to do it now. him, on the other hand? he can’t go to you and confess to you as a loser. he’d have to find some other time. actually, maybe at this point it's better just to not confess to you at all. both of his plans so far had gone wrong. was it even worth trying again? maybe if he stopped thinking about you and tried to avoid you, he could just forget about your existence.

ha, says the little voice in his head that he knows is right. in your dreams.

the fourth time suna rintarō nearly confesses to you, it’s not by choice and after quite possibly the worst choice of his life: asking atsumu for love advice.

“you like [y/n]?” atsumu shrieks the second suna mutters your name. he jumps out of his chair and throws himself at his setter, clamping a hand over his mouth.

“not so loud!” he hisses. “do you want the whole world to hear?”

atsumu licks his hand, and suna jumps off him, wiping his hand on atsumu’s bed in disgust. “we’re in my house, suna,” atsumu says, waving a hand dismissively. “no one else will hear. but come on! you like [y/n]? have you told them yet? you need help confessing, is that it?”

“shut it!” suna shouts, and he finally quiets down. suna slides a glance sideways at osamu, who’s sitting at his desk playing video games. osamu is wearing headphones, so suna continues. “yes, okay? yes to everything. except the confession part, i-i haven’t told them yet. and--fine--maybe i need a bit of help."

“ooh!” atsumu makes a little face at him. “so here’s what you gotta do, suna, and listen up close. you catch them when they’re alone, and then you press them against the wall and you ki--”

“miya!” suna roars, face beet red. “this isn’t fun--”

“what’s the party about?” osamu yells, throwing off his headphones. “i have them on noise cancelling and i’m blasting music! and i can still hear you! jesus, it’s almost as loud as ‘tsumu’s snoring!”

“shut your trap, ‘samu!” atsumu retorts, and the two start bickering loudly. suna sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. why did he even think this was a good idea? what in atsumu’s love life--or lack thereof--led him to think he’d be a good person to go to for crush advice?

“[y/n]?” osamu says, and suna perks up immediately. his friend is staring at him with arms crossed, an eyebrow raised and a wholly unimpressed look on his face. “you like [y/n].”

suna groans, throwing himself backward onto his bed. “would you just shut up about it already?” he mutters. “i don’t want anyone to know.”

“you don’t want anyone to know?” osamu’s other eyebrow raises too. “suna, i think everyone knows. you’re not slick.”

suna stares at him, gaping. what was he talking about, everyone knows? he had been doing a great job of hiding his crush! how would anyone get that idea?

“come on, suna! you’ve gotta tell her! gimme your phone, i’ll do it for you!”

“whoa--wait, what?” suna misses the frantic grab for his phone as atsumu swipes it out of his lap. “give me that back--you don’t know my password--hey!”

face id does its job too well as atsumu easily gets into his phone, jumping up and running around as suna leaps up after him and starts chasing him around the room. “i’m doing you a favor!” he yelps, as suna finally catches up to him and tackles him to the floor. “you’ve gotta tell them, how else would you know how they feel?”

“i’ve been trying to tell them!” suna complains. “and i’d prefer to do it on my own terms, thank you very much!” and he grabs his phone back from atsumu.

it takes a few hits and threats for atsumu to finally drop it. suna sinks down onto the floor. what has he done? he’s revealed his deepest secret to the worst secret keeper alive. he runs a hand over his face, contemplating his life decisions. never would he have thought that miya atsumu would know about his crush on you sooner than you yourself.

i’ve got to do it now, he realizes. before atsumu ruins it. i’ve got to tell [y/n] first.

and the time suna rintarō actually confesses to you, he’s secretly stalking you in the library.

he didn’t even realize he had memorized your daily schedule until he found himself walking into the library. what is he doing here? he doesn’t like books. but that question is quickly answered as he spots you turn the corner, a little smile on your face as you admire all the books on the shelf.

he tries to be inconspicuous as he shuffles into the section opposite you, ears and eyes on alert for your every movement. he takes in a little breath--he knows what he wants to say, he’s been practicing after all. and this is a prime time to say it. besides, if he doesn’t say it soon he thinks he’ll burst from holding everything in.

you turn the corner, and he quickly follows to not let you out of his sight. only to run straight into you. your books tumble out of your hands as you stumble backward, a small gasp falling from your lips.

“shit, sorry,” he mutters, reaching down to help you pick up your book. you reach down at the same time, and the two of you hit your heads together.

“ah, sh--” he starts again, before remembering some advice that atsumu had given him on being a gentleman--how could he curse in front of his crush? so ungentlemanlike. he stares at you, squinting a little, rubbing the sore spot on his head. you look up at him, eyes wide, and hastily straighten up after picking up your books.

“rin! i’m so sorry, are you okay?” you reach up and brush his hair out of his eyes.

“yeah, ‘m fine,” he mumbles, his eyes still a little glazed. you bite your lip, setting your books down on the table next to you. then you hastily reach up and take his face into your hands, turning his head this way and that as you examine the damage.

suna blinks, freezing as he feels your hands cup his face. his face heats up almost immediately, and he quickly averts his gaze. “[y/n],” he mumbles.

“hm?”

“can we go somewhere? i gotta talk to you.”

you frown, grabbing your books and hugging them to your chest. “sure, i just gotta check these out first. would the courtyard work?”

he nods.

the walk to the courtyard is one of the most awkward things ever. suna leads you to a quiet, slightly shady location, before clearing his throat. “uh. . .”

he then makes the mistake of looking at you. you’re looking up at him with a little smile on your face, your eyes and hair shining in the sunlight. suna’s heart quickens, then practically stops. all his practiced words fly out of his mouth.

no. wait. he’s wanted this for so long. he takes a deep breath. “i like you,” he blurts out, face heating up.

your eyebrows crease a little. “sorry?” you tilt your head. “wh-what did you say?”

he risks a glance at you and is surprised to see you’re blushing. he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “i-i like you,” he manages again.

your face breaks out into a huge smile. you throw your arms around him, and he staggers back for a second, stunned. “i was waiting for that,” you tell him cheekily. “sure took you a while to finally say it.”

his face goes bright red. “you knew?” he sputters, awkwardly putting his arms around you too.

you look at him, grinning, a pink blush still dusting your cheeks. “everyone’s been teasing me about it for so long now,” you admit.

suna’s heart fills to the brim. he’s so happy he just may burst.

and he doesn’t know who makes the first move, but all of a sudden your lips are on his and he’s nearly fainted from happiness. kissing you is everything he’s dreamed of and more. he melts into your touch, pulling you tight against him. your hands creep up to cup his face, and his rest comfortably on your waist. everything is perfect.

and then--

“ooh! get it, suna!”

he pulls away sharply, eyes darting to the culprit. “i’ll get you, miya!” he threatens, pushing past you to lunge at the snickering twin. atsumu leaps out from behind the bush and starts running, dangling his phone in front of suna and taunting him openly.

as suna chases atsumu around the courtyard, you giggle, hiding your smile behind your hand. “oy, atsumu,” you call out as they run past you. “send that photo to me, will you?”

A/N: hi! i’m so sorry about the long wait lol but i finally got around to writing some more as i’m starting to recover from my concussion. i’m not that great at writing in present tense especially when there’s elements in the past in the story, so my apologies if there are some tense or grammar mistakes

[mangostarjam]

oh my god it's us

I 100% bet Pedro, a college student and introvert, has gone to bed when Shoyo, a pro athlete and extrovert, woke up.

[elouizamariaa]

Sakura Haruno vs Raphael

comic: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles x Naruto (TMNT X NARUTO)

[suckishima]

"Hey... you can jump even higher."

[tulippanes]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

atsumu m. x reader

・❥ 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦

Calling all hopeless romantics in dire need! Need relationship advice? She's your girl. After all, they don't call her the campus cupid for nothing! When it comes to her own romantic life, it's a whole shit show. She's got a line of exes. Cheaters, manipulators, victim complexes, pick me's, you name 'em! Therefore anything lovey dovey? Hard pass. Now once a man named Atsumu Miya sweeps in and is paired up with her for a psychology project, perhaps there's a chance he can change her perspective on love. Even a little. Who says cupid can't be romanced anyway?

: ̗̀ ➵ WARNINGS

language, kms/kys jokes, mentions of manipulation/cheating/etc, mentions of drinking and alcohol, they start off on the wrong foot, very cliché scenes and flirting tactics that inevitably end up failing, possible cringe, also possible second hand embarrassment, light angst, some miscommunication, bad ways at handling feelings, Atsumu being stupid

: ̗̀ ➵ DYNAMICS

Blended SMAU, College Romance, Silly x Serious type shi, or maybe slight Golden Retriever x Black Cat vibes, Rivals (?) to Somewhat Friends to Somewhat Lovers, Fluff, Slight Slow Burn

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ➻ coming soon

𝘁𝗮���𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ➻ open

PROFILES .ᐟ.ᐟ

lauvers | the 3 that survived the friend group | #triplets

NOTES .ᐟ.ᐟ

♥︎ means there's a written portion!

PLAYLIST .ᐟ.ᐟ

here!

𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: YUCK!

i. another boring project... with a twist ♥︎

ii. anti-compliance ♥︎

iii. complaints, complaints, complaints

iv. reluctant compliance

v. how NOT to get a number ♥︎

TBA...

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘: Hm.

TBA...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄��𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐃: Oh!

TBA...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

You've (kind of) bewitched me.

a/n another smau..... hoepfully this will be just as fun as nasty dog!!!!! idk i thoight of this on a whim n thought it was a cute concept ijbolll did I base this off a laufey song? yes.

[itadoreyu]

@luffysprincess

|16122022 入れ墨 🐍☯️🐅

- This intricate irezumi is based on Gangster!Hinata the wonderful majikhara brought to life in her story "from the ashes" and I just - once again - fell especially hard for. This man is a weapon and I'm hold at gunpoint

[warm-doppo]

Akaashi for the soul 🙏

[novakrouge]

birthday boy!

[hibdazzle]

KAGEHINA GENDERSWAP SAVEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEE

[oneforblu]

"he's better than hinata" doesn't mean shoyo is a bad player. it's been stated so many times from the beginning that shoyo was not at his best, he didn't have the training others did and compared to hoshiumi, shoyo WAS not the better player. HOWEVER, that does not mean that kageyama does not believe in shoyo. even though he saw someone who WAS better than shoyo, that didn’t mean tobio didn’t see his potential. in fact, it made him see that hinata could soar even higher with his help.

we all know hinata wasn’t at his peak during high school especially his first year, but kageyama saying hoshiumi was better wasn’t meant to be taken as kageyama being mean. it’s just a fact. despite that, kageyama still believed hinata can grow even more!

what made shoyo become the incredible player that he is was his determination. he had the DRIVE to become the best player he could be. it was a known fact shoyo was not at his 100% in high school and that is okay. tobio KNEW shoyo had so much more to give. the entire "you can fly even higher" scene is a testament to that. there are so MANY moments where tobio acknowledges shoyo’s skills. there’s even times where tobio is upset at shoyo because he has the ability to be amazing but just doesn’t know how to use his skills to his advantage.

just because tobio says hoshiumi is better than hinata does NOT mean tobio does not believe in him. the one thing that is constant in haikyuu is tobio’s faith in shoyo and shoyo’s faith in tobio.

[itadoreyu]

@umemiyan

talent is something you make bloom

[kamsspice]

doctor AU