#hq text posts

[hauntedbythenarrative]

Haikyuu + textposts pt.6

[resident-normal-person]

[reineydraws]

i googled twin tshirts for these clowns' birthday and found a funny set 😂

sending a good hbd to my fave fictional twins 🎂🎂🎂

[weathertheraine]

In honour of Kenma The Movie here are some text posts ive had saved in my kenma tag for ever and ever (and i even coloured them)

[ruwhimsical]

“BUT EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE KILLING ME”

haikyuu characters flipping out on reader after a rough day ft. atsumu , kuroo , oikawa

cw : angst n profanity , them being assholes , insecure atsumu

pt 2. here!

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[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ 5:55 p.m. | oikawa tooru

wc: 709 summary: oikawa comes home missing a step in the ‘oikawa family routine’.  contains: f!reader, papa!oikawa, baby girl oikawa, use of term ‘baby’, baby/child/kid, being parents, food descriptions, oikawa coming home to his lil family of three!, oikawa aged up to pro. a/n: thought of this lil blurb today and had to get it down !! i love papa oikawa my heart is bursting !!

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

Oikawa comes home in the late afternoon.

He takes his shoes off by the genkan, and keeps a hop in his step despite a full day of volleyball; being a setter might be what he does best, but bursting into his house, shouting his usual 'baby, i'm home!' might just be what he loves the most.

And he's about to do it, as he steps into the hallway, gym bag on his shoulder and mouth open pre-yell, but he stops, because—

—there peering up at him is his little girl, greeting him with an index finger to her lips as if to say: 'shhh, papa, be quiet ...'.

When he looks further behind her, to the couch, he sees you, fast asleep with your right arm folded to cushion your head, and the other hanging over the edge.

"Mama sleep," she whispers, almost giggling, and he thinks the saying could never be more true; her laugh is infectious (or maybe just to her papa)—he'd never be immune.

Oikawa's eyes widen and he mouths an 'oh' as he lets down his gym bag quietly. He crouches low, coming eye-to-eye with his mini-me, the splitting image of him except for her smile—which is yours, undoubtedly.

He stretches his arms out, welcoming her in, and she rushes to him, giggling, her brown curls bouncing with each step closer to him.

This is the Oikawa family routine: when papa arrives home, he gets 3 kisses, one on each cheek and the last one on his nose. Then, he lifts his little girl up, supports her with one arm while he kisses you and pulls you close.

This time, the routine isn't quite as complete but he still has his little girl on his arm, perched by his hip kissing his cheek. Her little hands grab on to his face to place the final kiss to his nose and he scrunches it, joking with her, a remix of his favorite tune as she giggles some more.

"Did my baby sleep too?" he whispers, feet light as he makes his way to the kitchen, past you.

His little girl nods, "Small only." and he thinks it's so cute, that she's the smartest girl in the world for knowing what to say—even though he knows 'small' isn't exactly the right word to describe it.

He lets her down on the kitchen counter before opening the fridge to check what's available: chicken and a few vegetables. Then, he gathers what he needs and places them on the table.

"Should we make dinner for mama?" he asks, a glint in his eyes that can only mean one thing. 

His little girl perks up, brown eyes widening and gleaming just the same, a perfect reflection of his as she nods and says, "Egg!"

He laughs, volume restrained, but he kisses her forehead and replies, "Okay, egg for mama it is."

By the end of it, there's an empty carton (or two) of eggs he's used (failed attempts to make Omurice until its decent, but still half as good as what you always do). His little girl sprinkles the last few bits of green onion before you round the corner just in time, eyes slightly puffed and his love right there, laced in your sleepy smile.

"Mama!" his (your) little girl shouts, making grabby hands at her papa to let her down.

You shake your head and laugh, smiling just like your little girl as you drag your feet nearer. The food is resting on the counter as Oikawa picks her up, keeping her perched on his hip as he walks towards you.

It’s a warm, fuzzy feeling sitting in his stomach that's been there for a while, even before you two became three, that's reminding him of how good his life is, coming home to you, sleep lines and all running across your cheek.

When you meet in the middle of your kitchen, you don't forget the Oikawa family routine, tiptoeing up to kiss him as he pulls you closer, your little girl squished in-between.

"I'm home, baby." he whispers, nose-to-nose, just as you let his lips go, and you laugh, his favorite tune, the original, before your baby girl made it her own.

"Welcome home."

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[zumicho]

SEASON ONE: EP2 — RED FLAGS ALL AROUND

it smells like seaweed.

no, this isn’t the ocean. the indoor kitchen has a nice enough view.

it smells like soy sauce too. add sesame oil, tuna, mayonnaise, and pickled plums to the mix. osamu’s hands are busy — assembling and flipping, wiping beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of his palm, adjusting the MSBY baseball cap that neatly tucks his choppy summer cut away. he looks in his element. a chef? father of two? one of those. she makes a mental note.

the porch floorboards creak: a signal for incoming trouble.

bokuto almost tumbles into the doorway as nishinoya follows close behind, both faces plastered with ear-wide grins.

bo - pupils the size of jupiter - juts out his finger. “look.”

two ladybugs, perched on the pad of his pointer.

“what you missed out on.” noya quips. one climbs into her palm.

“where’s shoyo?” she asks him.

the two give each other an uh oh face, then they’re sprinting back outside, knocking over a few articles of furniture before leaving her with him again.

osamu: who was previously oblivious to her presence (whether or not he was faking, is an entirely different conversation). was scoffing. “got stood up?”

she’s rolling her eyes. “why do you ask? going to play knight in shining armor and go with me instead?” the corners of her lips tug.

he’s dumbfounded. or so it seems. whatever it is — the silence is making her nauseous. did he not expect that? was it too much?

“jeez, can’t take a joke? I don’t go for guys with buzzcuts.” that’s not what she wanted to say. his hair looks.. fine. nice, even. still: there’s nothing more satisfying than landing a blow to a man’s ego. especially when the chance waves itself in front of your face.

samu opens his mouth, but her date’s walking down the steps before he can snark out a reply. her attention is diverted. stolen. there’s an odd weight in his chest when her back is turned toward him.

he decides he doesn’t like it.

they’re exchanging a look. unreadable. he’s watching (involuntarily). she walks up closer, and for a moment — osamu freezes.

they’re going to kiss? when they just met?

her hand meets her hip.

“why are you wearing a tie to the beach?”

osamu is wrong.

kuroo goes pale.

author’s note: I’m aware the pacing for the last chapter was rough, there will be improvements trust 🤝 I tried writing this from 3rd pov how do we like?? I want this to feel like watching a show

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[niccoguedes]

LOUIS record: 04/09/1973 [...] [...] [...] XX.XX.198? - Water Tower Place, Chicago (ORD)

O Favorito do Demônio (03/20)

[axel-tiredstudent]

💌

CONTENT WARNING // suggestive/slightly nsft (the whole drawing below)

[goodboydummy]

I’m gonna try and verbalize this but so, there’s something so special about the characterization in Haikyuu

I have never seen a fandom so completely united in the characterizations of characters than in the Haikyuu fandom. I’m saying,

If I make a statement about a HQ character that is not explicitly stated in the series, but I’m basing this statement entirely on established characterization FROM the source material, I can GUARANTEE, no matter how vague or random or unrelated to anything from canon the statement is, there will be someone if not multiple people who look at the statement and nod their heads in complete agreement.

An example: I think Oikawa would LOVE lil Nas Xs album Montero. This is not something I feel like I’m pulling from my ass. I genuinely feel like I can look at canon Oikawa and make the logical leap to believing he would like Industry Baby

And in general, of alllll the fandoms I’ve been in, I can say that I’ve seen the LEAST mischaracterization in the HQ fandom. 9 times out of 10, when I read a fic or a headcanon about any Haikyuu character, I nod my head and I think “yep. That would definitely happen to Akaashi” or “that’s exactly what Kenma would do in this situation.”

It feels like such a testament to Furudate’s INCREDIBLE writing of these characters that, despite not actually knowing that much about each of them??? (WE LITERALLY BARELY KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THEIR LIVES OUTSIDE OF VOLLEYBALL CLUB) I still feel like I KNOW Fukunaga. Or Aone. Or Hoshiumi. Characters who genuinely don’t have much ‘screentime’

Not only do I feel like I know them, but that they are so easy to know and to understand that anyone who has read or watched Haikyuu can come up with the same or similar ideas about their characterizations

It’s the complete opposite of the “Thor likes poptarts” characterization from Marvel fandom.

Each Haikyuu character is so complete and feels so REAL that it’s so incredibly easy to extrapolate more information about them that also feels real. And that aspect is part of what makes Haikyuu so good, and so so so fun to explore in fandom space

Anyway, I hope that makes sense. I love Haikyuu.

[hauntedbythenarrative]

[atc-iwaizumi]

Athletic training student Iwaizumi studying in his dorm while on a facetime call with Oikawa, who is lazily lying on his bed setting a ball above his head. Iwaizumi gets to the section titled "Overuse Injuries" and takes a glance over at his phone to look at Oikawa. Oikawa notices this, catches the ball, and sits up. He looks over at Iwaizumi with a question in his eyes. Iwaizumi keeps their eyes connected for just a moment and mutters "resting is just as important as training, please remember that" before looking back down to his textbook. Oikawa continues to look at him while starting to think about all the times that Iwaizumi had to physically drag him away from training when they were growing up. He smiles and lays back down. "Of course Iwa-chan," he says as he hugs the ball to his chest, lost in thought.

[yugocar]

going to capitalist pride but shaking my head the entire time so they know i dont agree with it

[weathertheraine]

I have so many of these saved you would not believe. They r the couple of all time.

[ruwhimsical]

“COOKIN’ IN THE KITCHEN AND I’M IN THE BED ROOM.”

a sneak peek of what a domestic morning would look like with your househusband, Osamu! 

cw : sickeningly sweet , suggestive (no smut) , fluff fluff fluff , short drabble , ib @dearru :3!!

The sound of light snoring echoes throughout the room as two bodies were entangled, one comfortably in slumber. Osamu had ensured to stay as still as possible—he didn’t want to wake you up, you looked far too comfortable using him as a human pillow.

Osamu couldn’t help but gaze at your bare sleeping figure, littered with reminders of his love from last night, with pure adoration—oh, how he loved slow mornings like this. It wasn’t every day he got to spend time with you. After all, you were both working adults—your 9-to-5 corporate job and his business keeping you both busy. He reached out to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear, but the movement must’ve woken you. You stirred, and Osamu paused, before a smile spread across his face.

“Hey, my love.”

Your eyes slowly opened, landing on your one and only husband. It felt so unreal calling such a kind, loving, and fine man your own. You felt so blessed to wake up to a beautiful view like him. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent before returning his greeting.

“Hey, handsome.”

The vibration of your muffled voice against his bare skin sent a shiver down his spine, causing him to hold you a little tighter, not wanting to let this moment go to waste. But with morning comes responsibility. Although Osamu would love to rot in bed with you all day, he knew he couldn’t.

He was reminded of his duty as your personal chef once he heard your tummy growl.

“Looks like someone needs to be fed after last night.” Flashbacks of yesterday crept into your mind, and you lightly hit his shoulder before looking up at him. God, how could someone look so good at any angle?

“You’re not funny… make me some French toast,” you grumbled as Osamu stood up, grabbing his discarded sweatpants from the floor and pulling them on.

“And that’s exactly what you’ll get.” He gave you a quick peck on the forehead before heading out of the room. The once-filled room grew dim as you lay there, contemplating whether to follow him to the kitchen.

—

“You should’ve just stayed in bed. I would’ve brought it to you,” Osamu said with a chuckle as you emerged from your shared bedroom.

“It was lonely without you.”

He laughed softly at your response. Missing his warmth, you wrapped your arms around his muscular build from behind, your bare chest pressing against his back, now decorated with faint red marks from the night before.

“I’m almost finished making breakfast. Could you set up the plates, please?”

You waited a moment longer, savoring the closeness, before squeezing his torso and walking toward the cabinets to retrieve the cutlery. You placed them on the table for two, just in time for Osamu to place your freshly made French toast on the plate. The sight of the food alone was enough to make you eager to devour it, but you patiently waited for him to join you before digging in.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, his mouth already full of toast and fresh berries.

“You’re the best cook after all .” You looked at him with a fondness that words couldn’t describe. Never in a million years would you have imagined yourself here, but you were grateful for every single moment of it.

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[zumicho]

SEASON ONE: PILOT — FAMILIAR FACES

author’s note: osamu’s not an asshole he just doesn’t deal well with attitude guys I promise my man is fine he’s respectful and polite (most of the time) !! + the episodes will get longer promise. to prevent confusion I recommend reading the contact names before the convo, & the tweets from bottom to top (the correct order lol)

GUESTLIST @causenessus @guitarstringed-scars @cloudybillows @s1ckntw1st3d @suna-rins-sunshine @hyenagoated @hibernatinghamster @yogurtkags @acowboykisser @yukatoraa @fishrene @iwaizluv @iluvmang @neoclb @kr1nqu @lvtilzs @wave2mia @zahrawr-writes-fanfics @bubooo @bectoshi @gra-eae @cr4yolaas @cloooudddy1 @jaynawayna @ryuverse @miliondollagirl @soulfullystarry @fiannee @yumiecheesecrackers @ast4rg1rl @eujoana89 @whenanafallsinlove @arraxthatsonjah @spencerpng @staileykout