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wyniepooh · 5 months

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Masterlist

haikyuu - miya atsumu (no longer writing for this character!)

* - 16+, contains mildly suggestive content.

^ - 18+, explicit content. (no smut!)

silence

miya atsumu needed a little silence sometimes, and you made that possible. you made that silence feel like home.

sick

miya atsumu was incredibly sick. luckily, his sweet manager was there to make it all better.

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21u004 · 1 year

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“still nothing?”

tobio leans by the door, two warm mugs in hand. the weather’s not that nice today. in fact there’s a storm, which explains why he’s not out at work late, like usual.

the weight under your eyes only gets heavier with time, and your fingers lay stiff on the keyboard. “nothing’s coming up.”

for a second, after that, you want to say, “actually, i’ve got something,” but you don’t. for a second, you get an idea of what to type on the blank document, seeing how his eyes could be so warm and tender despite being the darkest and coldest blue. how his usually tense and sharp physique melts into something more welcoming and slack. the gray sweater makes him look a lot smaller than he actually is, and it could be surprising with how large his build is and how everything fits him exactly or too tightly, but this supposedly rare sight to everyone else is just another saturday for both of you.

“don’t think of it too much,” he sits beside you, handing you your favorite warm drink, made just how you like it. “there’s still tomorrow, you know,” he leans in for a kiss on your temple, a hand on your back.

“well that’s something,” you turn to him and bury your face in his neck. “surprising to hear that from you, out of all people.”

he panics for a split second, until you breathe out, “i love it though.”

tobio lets out a sigh of relief, pulling you closer and shutting the laptop.

he thinks of love, a forever foreign force that he used to shut out of his life, terrified, only to beg for even just a second more of it when one or the other’s about to pull away, may it be away for weeks, or a few minutes.

then you think of love and luck.

love, because that’s all you’ve ever hoped for. this is all you’ve ever longed for, even if you forget it sometimes because he’s always there to offer and give you something better than this.

luck, because that’s what they’d say when they find out that the star they’re all dying to have and to hold is never out of your reach, even clinging onto you, letting you see all of him. even the ones that don’t seem like him to the public eye or his own family.

maybe you don’t have to wait tomorrow to fill in the blanks, because this is enough to give you an idea of what to write about love. still, that doesn’t mean you have to do it now either.

this moment may be just another saturday, and may not be more than a dot in the grand scheme of things, but it’s certainly not nothing.

#sweet nothing by taylor swift my goodness #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #karasuno #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu soft hours #haikyuu fluff #rewatched hq and boy oh boy #rewatching*#havent written anything in so long ... so rusty #but i am in love anyway. because thats just how i am #i am inlove with everything #almost everything #moving into the kageyama times

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youta · 2 years

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a dress you recently ordered just came in and you no longer could contain your excitement. it just rose when you put it on and noticed how it has pockets that aren’t only for looks, but is actually existent. you excitedly put your hands in them, loving how it’s big enough for them. obviously, your first instinct was to show it to your boyfriend.

“hey, osamu,” you call out to him and he immediately looks at you from your bed, taking his eyes off his phone.

“what’s up?”

“the dress has pockets,” you grin and show him your new favorite piece of clothing. osamu huffs out a laugh, adoring how excited you got over pockets. he gets up from the bed, admiring how good the dress looks on you until he gets in front of you.

“you look amazing.” he presses a kiss on your temple, then takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. with that movement, he puts both of your hands in your pocket and has them stay there. “it’s pretty convenient,” he nods, approving of the outfit you put together.

osamu loves having a hand on you, no matter what. wherever you are, he has to touch you in some sort of way; it makes him feel at ease. if you are out, he always does it subtly– an arm around your shoulders or waist, holding pinkies, or his hand resting on your thigh when sitting down. so, obviously, when you showed him the dress, his first thought was how perfect it’ll be for this. and he was right.

#implied fem!reader #or reader who wears dresses yk #thank u aya smsmsm for the idea im ur biggest fan #haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader #hq x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu x yn #osamu x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #osamu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu soft hours #miya osamu

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haikyuie · 2 years

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6:45pm Koganegawa has made an email thread with all of the training camp firsts year, in which he regularly updates them on his day… Tsuki hasn’t responded once :(

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geummi · 1 year

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stageplay kagehina hugging got me…

#myart #haikyuu #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #kagehina #i was scrolling on ponterest at like 10 pm then i saw this and i was like….oh my god….#me: i can totally draw this in one hour yeah #I LOOK UP AT THE TIME #IT;S 12;30 A #soft kagehina is just;;;. AHHH

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owlyflufff · 1 year

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Bokuto Koutarou has the biggest and widest smile for all the world to see, but has the fondest smile reserved solely for Akaashi Keiji

in the same way that

Akaashi Keiji displays small fond smiles whenever he speaks to people but has the biggest, goofiest and stupidest smile for Bokuto Koutarou and Bokuto Koutarou alone

#I am in a constant state of Bokuaka #[yelling]#it's them hours again <33 #Bokuaka #Bokuaka fluff #Bokuto #Akaashi #Bokuto Koutarou #Akaashi Keiji #Haikyu #Haikyuu #Haikyu!!#Haikyuu!!#HQ #Elina's soft scribbles

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soranihimawari · 10 months

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I Missed You

Pairing: Oikawa x (gn!) reader

Word Count: tbd

Rating: Oikawa Tooru Fluff [otf]

Warnings: none// reader in timeskip becomes a doctor specializing in aging/older athletes and completing necessary check-ups before a match.

Note: I tried to not tie any gender-specific nouns when describing reader.

How I think OIkawa & reader hug each other after not seeing each other in a long time.

[23:45]

That’s the time stamp you receive on an old friend’s text. There are only three words which the message is comprised of. When you read them aloud to yourself in the comfort of your own home, you seem to repeat them like a mantra.

‘I miss you’

Simple hope draws from this in a way that can’t be described as you stare at your screen until you ultimately lock your phone. You close your eyes for a a few minutes when your brain decides to show you a highlight reel of the activities you used to do with the sender. Learning the rules of volleyball, joining in their team jogging paths, coming to scheduled matches, accompanying him to the nurse’s office when he landed on his feet wrong, etc. He was destined to be famous, just not here at home in Japan, no. Somewhere half a world away called out to him first. Argentina was distant, far, the most you’d ever be separated and even then, the times prior were literally at the start of up schooling lives.

Unfortunately, the last memory behind the closed eyes you see is a bittersweet one: the reality your friend, confidant, (and crush) hits you. You never did want to wind up fighting with him, but for once you’d want him to fight to stay here. With you. As his best friends remind you, you’d be holding him back from his true potential ever since he started practicing with the collegiate teams up the road from where you live—this was where the initial rift began to be drawn between you two.

During lunch one day, you visit his classroom, sitting next to him explaining (or rather complaining) the trouble you were having with a particular class and one of the assignments needed to be completed prior to a content exam.

“Do you ever shut up about schoolwork, yn?”

You pause, a disappointed look heavy on your brow as those within earshot suddenly fall quiet.

“I’m sorry not all of us have a righteous path carved in front of us, Tooru,” the tonality in your voice was one of annoyance. “Some of us have to work even harder to achieve our dreams other than hoping to skip town and follow in their idol’s footsteps.”

Ever since that brief conversation, you and one Oikawa Tooru, are now practically strangers come graduation day. You hear whispers via the third year rumor mill of his accomplishments and his ultimate defeat against both Shiratorizawa and Karasuno. Matches you weren’t there to show your support for, even if Iwazumi Hajime, the ace and vice captain, had invited you because, “it would be nice for him (oikawa) to see a familiar face in the crowd.”

Glancing back at Iwazumi’s moss green eyes and stoic countenance, “and if I recall, it would be nicer if I wasn’t there because it might distract him further. There are plenty of scouts heading to those matches. I’m sure he’d catch one of their eyes.”

“And if those scouts ask him to move to another country, are you really going to be ok with not saying your goodbyes when we graduate, yn?”

You aggravatedly sigh at him, muttering an annoyed, “Yes, Iwazumi-kun, even then.”

Many months later, post Oikawa's jog in the winter while watching the Karasuno v Inarizaki match, it is now springtime. You’re holding a bouquet of flowers from your parents who pose with you for pictures around the inner school gates of Aoba Josai’s campus. Your fellow classmates and club members surround you for more photos as well. This was going to be one of the final memories you have for your high school career. You were accepted into a university specializing in biomedical engineering with a strong focus on exercise science.

This was your dream, not necessarily the same path as Iwazumi’s to become an athletic trainer, no, however you had wanted to be a doctor whose focus would help restore and maintain older athlete’s bodies even post retirement. Helping those who had maybe one or two career setbacks was something which had captivated you the more you began to focus on the life sciences of your high school careers and with the help of those teachers, they had written for you a brilliant recommendations to boost your acceptance after passing the various university exams.

[13:43]

In your office nearly a decade later from high school graduation, sits your newest patient. He comes from Argentina, like your nurses tell you, but the rumor that he had come on a friend's recommendation is what actually piques your interest. Well, to be fair, two of your friends' personal recommendation are what causes you to raise your eyebrow. The nurse on duty that day takes his vitals as normal, asks him the routine questions before giving him the proper spiel of, "sit tight and the doctor will see you in a few minutes."

Oikawa Tooru has come home for several reasons. The only one on the top of his list is coming home for an exhibition match game he was invited to by the former captain of Nekoma and now representative of the JVA. However, when word reaches Iwazumi's camp in the national team's gym, he smirks, sending a text halfway across the world. Your name is thrown into the mix of doctors who are willing to examine older, closer to retirement age, athletes. Considering this was not how he had wanted to spend his second day back in his home country, Oikawa Tooru asks to book this appointment to get an all clear before playing the V-League exhibition match Kuroo talked him into attending.

You are reading over the file of the new patient outside of the room in the hallway. You scan over the various ticks he had made on the questionnaire along with your nurse who says that his young son looks up to Oikawa-san as a professional volleyball player.

"Repeat that one more time, Sato-san," you clear your throat when Sato-san repeats what he had said earlier.

"My son is as huge fan of Oikawa-san," he points to the name at the top of the document in your hand.

Right there, next to Sato-san, the nurse's pointer finger, is the kanji of the name of a person you thought about since your high school, university, and medical school graduation days. You clear your throat, thanking Sato for his time measuring the vitals of the next patient in the room you're about to enter.

"No prob doc," is all Sato says when he walks back to the nurse station leaving you to enter the examination room where an old flame sits.

You take a deep breath prior to knocking and entering. You open the door and you see OIkawa bent over on the examination bed, reading something on his phone. His hair is cropped shorter, his shoulders are a bit broader, his skin a bit tanner, and for lack of better words, his muscles quite filled out the rest of him. He's still humming a tune you're unfamiliar with until your shoes enters his field of vision.

"Hello Tooru," your voice causes him to freeze and immediately causes his eyes to avert away from his phone. "It's been a while."

Oikawa's coffee-colored eyes study your face and the recognition hits him like a truck. Although he is dressed in a sky blue buttoned blouse and dark jeans compared to your teal scrubs and white lab coat, he stands up, arms extended to crush you in a hug. His patient file falls to the floor when you hug him back.

You hear him for the first time since that argument long ago, voice wobbly and all, "I missed you."

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #an hq: timeskip story #soft sora hours: ft oikawa tooru #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora scribbles 2023

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loveynanaaa · 29 days

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haruchiyos · 2 years

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Sakusa cares for you in silent ways

If he sees you picking at your skin (or any other anxious habit really) he’ll take your hand and allow you to play with his fingers rather than irritating your skin

If he notices you’re low on any of your daily essentials (self care items, daily snack/drink favorites, gas etc), he’ll take it upon himself to replenish them

He’ll massage your sore muscles, apply moisturizer, wash your hair, and surrenders the most comfortable side of the bed to you without a second thought

His acts of service are never done with the expectation of reciprocation. He finds genuine reward in helping elevate any stress from your shoulders, because after all, you are his number one priority

#🖤.az speaks #soft omi hours #sakusa imagines #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa blurb

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krisdreaming · 2 years

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Okay, so imagine Kuroo walking into the room and you've just got tears streaming down your face. He's super concerned and trying to find out what's wrong. Are you hurt? Not feeling well? Did something happen to someone?

Finally you show him the book that you're clutching to your chest and everything falls into place. It doesn't matter why you're crying, it still hurts him to see tears in your eyes. He just shakes his head and drapes a blanket over your shoulders. "It's gonna be alright," He murmurs, pulling you to his chest. He's trying to keep a straight face but he can't help but chuckle. After all, he is consoling you about fictional characters. You pull back and manage to glare at him through your tears.

"I'm sorry," He says, disguising his smile by pressing a kiss to your forehead. "What can I do?" He asks.

"Stop laughing," You grumble. "'s not funny."

"Course not," He schools his features into a more neutral expression. "Come here, baby." He pulls you close again, rubbing your back as the smile grows on his face again. He can't help it - this is just one of the many reasons he loves you so much.

#soft hours #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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gaystay · 1 year

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Imagine Bumping Into You- Daichi

I wrote the basic story for an english class and decided it sounded like Daichi so

You huffed as the train swayed violently, your left hand starting to cramp from hanging onto the pole. Shoes squeaked on the floor as people shuffled to keep their balance on the lurching train. With your left hand you hung onto your papers for dear life, praying that the rattling of the train wouldn't cause you to drop them.

The train slowed suddenly, jerking you backwards, but you clung to the pole. Finally the train rattled to a stop. The doors opened, allowing a trickle of people to get off. You scuttled out of the way of a party of tourists who noisily rustled through maps as they pushed onto the train. You huddled against the pole, leafing through your reading for Lit class. You had to finish it because tomorrow you would be assigned your first partner project of the year and you wanted to be prepared so you could make a good impression on your new partner.

The train lurched again, causing you to sway and clutch the pole again as the train rolled out of the station. You relaxed after a minute or so of smooth transit and started to look through your papers again. But of course, the moment you started to read again, the train picked up speed and began to rock back and forth again. Your breath hitched as the top paper from the stack began to fall, but you managed to catch it against the side of the leg. However, just as you breathed a sigh of relief, something smacked into your chest. Something big.

A second later you were flat on your back, dazed, aching. Your papers were strewn across the train floor, and you grumbled as you sat up. The young man who had knocked you over scrambled to his feet "I'm so sorry, are you ok?" He blurted out, offering a hand to help you up. You glared at him. "Am I ok? You just slammed me against the fucking floor! You trying to break my back or something?" You pushed his outstretched hand away, sitting up on your knees and reaching for the papers closest to you. He hurriedly stooped and gathered the rest of the pages, muttering, "Here, let me help." You scowled but didn't stop him.

After picking them all up he stood, offering you his hand again. You looked up at him, and for the first time you actually focused on his face. He had short dark hair and warm brown eyes, which at present were crinkled with concern, his brow furrowed. He flushed a little as you looked at him. It was almost sweet, the way he was trying to be a gentleman after knocking you over and making you lose all your papers. It was almost cute. But no, you were still mad at him.

Even so, the way he was looking down at you made you a little self conscious. You remembered what you must look like now, with your unbrushed hair tossed up in a sloppy bun. Your bangs were frizzy and sticking out at odd angles, and your body was drowning in a ratty old sweatshirt and pajama pants. You felt the tips of your ears heating up. You didn't dress up to go to the library, which is where you had been coming back from, but you did dress up to go to school.

You were a very conscientious dresser and hated the idea of people seeing you vulnerable, so every facet of your appearance was always carefully groomed. You absolutely refused to let your classmates see you looking any less than your best, since some of them were very judgemental and you'd never hear the end of it. This boy was a stranger, so looking the way you did shouldn't bother you, and yet you burned with embarrassment at letting him see you like this. A second later, you remembered you had been staring and quickly took his hand. He pulled you up gently. He was stronger than he looked, and had no trouble getting you to your feet. He gave you an awkward little smile, handing your papers to you carefully.

"Thanks..." you muttered. His smile widened. "Of course. I really am sorry about that, you know." You looked away, suddenly feeling guilty about yelling at him earlier. "Yeah, uh... it's fine. Don't worry about it. And sorry about that earlier." He chuckled a bit at your grudging expression. "Ah, it's ok." He gave you another quick smile and turned away. You went back to your reading, every once in a while looking up from the papers to stare at his back. You weren't even sure why you did it, something about him just caught your attention. Sadly, he got off a few stops later.

The next day at school

You pushed open the door of your first period Lit class. You grimaced a little as you walked, knowing there was a good sized bruise hidden under your shiny skirt and tights. You were feeling much better about yourself today. Your hair was combed and shiny, and your clothes were unwrinkled. A few classmates waved to you, complimenting your shoes, your blouse, your makeup. That was how it usually went, so you were used to it.

"Y/NNN!" Your best friend hollered. You waved. She hustled over and latched onto your arm. "How was your weekend bestieeee?" "I've had better," you griped. "Some guy knocked me over on the train yesterday, made me drop all my papers." Your friend raised her eyebrows. "Was he cute?" You looked away, not wanting to answer. "Aahh! Your ears are turning red! He was cute!" She squealed, poking at your side. "What did he look like? Tell me tell me!" You flushed even more and waved your hands at her, trying to shush her. "It wasn't like that! He just helped me pick up my stuff and that was it!" She gave you a disbelieving look. "Oh come on now, don't tell me you weren't a little curious about him." You opened your mouth to answer,but blessedly your professor interrupted, calling for everyone's attention.

"Alright you lot, settle down." He said waving for silence. "Now as you know, today I'm going to be assigning you a get-to-know-you project. Since it's the start of the year, it's not really for a grade so much as to meet people, so with that in mind, I'll be picking your partners today." He paused, letting the class grumble for a few seconds. "Yeah yeah, nobody likes assigned partners, but we're just gonna go with it for this project, ok?" He pulled out a list and began reading pairs of names.

"Finally... Y/N and Daichi." You looked up. That was a name you hadn't heard before. Somebody new then. You made a face at your friend before looking around, trying to find this "daichi" guy, when-

The boy from the train was staring at you from across the room. He was the only other person not already in a group. How could you not have noticed? He was in your class the whole time??? Your friend nudged you. "Y/n, you're staring. Do you know the guy or smth?" You snapped back into focus, whispering, "that's the guy! The guy from yesterday! The one from the train!" Her eyes widened. "He is cute!" You glared at her. She only winked, before running off to her assigned partner. You looked away as Daichi came over and sat across from you, giving you a friendly smile. You couldn't meet his eyes. From across the room, your best friend screamed, "LOOK! HER EARS ARE TURNING RED AGAIN!"

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #daichi fluff #daichi fanfic #daichi soft hours #sawamura daichi #daichi x reader

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angelatsumu · 2 years

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'til death do we part <3 [hq]

in which haikyu men say their vows (atsumu, tobio, keiji)

warnings: slight religious themes (atsumu), slight ooc tobio, author is projecting her own vows this is for the lovely @milkywayseastar-lord for making this simpy little writer feel heard <33 i hope this doesn't disappoint <33

m.atsumu

“y/n. You are the the freshly lit candle after a long day of errands. You are the breath of fresh air in the peak of spring. you are the spring in my step, and you are my favorite song on repeat for the rest of my days. You are the perfect serve. You are the hard-fought win after a long tournament. You are like a constant fire, burning in my chest. You’re the winds that guide sails and the trails that lead travelers back home. Your love is like the warmth of a thousand suns. You are the angel who’s come down to spare me of my suffering, to relieve me of that overwhelming nothingness there was before. You are proof that God adores me, and you are the envy of all of Hades’s might. You’re the light of my life, and without you there is no life. Giving you my last name is the comfort that you and I are together even when miles apart. Neither land nor sea can separate this name from you, nor your heart from mine. Damnation and divinity are nothing now that I’ve seen your light. I love you, Miya y/n. You are proof that God is the way, the truth, and the light.”

k. tobio

"there are many things i have not been so sure of in life. i've never been sure of where life would take me or how well i would do with volleyball. i've never been sure of my social skills or my place in the lives of others. i've neverbeen sure of what i'd eat for breakfast the next morning. i'm not even sure these words will be enough to say what i'm feeling. the only thing i've ever been truly certain of was my love for you, y/n. of all the variables in the world, our love was never an uncertainty. my love for you is as immutable as the sun rising every morning and setting every night. the change of the tides could never deter me from falling for the light in your eyes. there's nothing as world-shattering and breathtaking than the love you give. your love redeems, heals, and saves. today i vow to never abandon my post as your devotee. today, i am certain you were made for loving me."

a. keiji

"to be loved is to be truly known, and i can gladly say i am loved by you. there is nothing more addicting than basking in your love, than being seen for who i am as my truest self. your love cuts through the hard defenses of stoicism, and it shows me i am yours. i believe my task in life is to love you, and my heart has found a home in your arms. when i look at you, i am in the throws of love once more, and my mortal form aches when it is away from you. your love is like recognizing myself once again, and knowing that there is no piece of me that isn't a part of you. thank you for knowing me, and i vow to know you until my heart lays itself to rest."

these are truly awful but i am full of emotion, and i think we as a community deserve more lovestruck hq men at the altar.

i hope you all have enjoyed this sweet (and slightly unrealistic) little blurb <33

rb's are appreciated <33

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glowingsand · 1 year

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you’re my yellow 💛

#yellow = the person who makes you the happiest = bokuaka #i was listening to golden hour by jvke and this happened #although i usually associate it with like. sadness. (i read in another life and was never the same listening to this song)#but here have some soft fluff :)))#lol don’t look at the glasses i kinda messed up #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#bokuaka #akaashi keiji #koutarou bokuto #anime #fanart #my art #digital art

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hella1975 · 2 years

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sakuatsu nation has got to STOP putting 'atsumu kisses both of sakusa's moles every morning' into fics like who even decided that was going to be sakuatsu canon im so fucking weak

#it's just so. soft #im so. they're like. and the. when they. and #i keep seeing it in tiktoks too i cant do this #atsumu being oblivious just bc he's very tactile and omi just there EVERY time getting flustered no matter how long they're together #i thought i was out of my sakuatsu phase but actually that was a bald-faced lie #atsumu: omi just told me to stop kissing his moles. i just shut his ass the fuck down. we're on 48 hour kisses lockdown #sakuatsu #haikyuu

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ggoojjoo · 11 months

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send me a character + au and i'll write a small drabble !

#{ zerda hard hours 🎀 }#{ zerda sad hours 🫧 }#{ zerda soft hours 🪴 }#jujutsu kaisen x reader #haikyu!! x reader #attack on titan x reader #jjk smut #haikyuu smut #aot smut

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strawberriebunn · 2 years

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BUNN ‼️ hi i miss u sm :( 💗 hru??! to indulge your thoughts what do you think abt being in a ldr w oikawa but surprising him for his birthday ???

Kurisu!! I’m sorry life was kicking my ass, but not anymore!! Thanks you sm for indulging me :)

I think long distance with Tooru would be a very cute relationship, sure y’all have days where you just don’t sync up at all, but he tries hard all the time to make sure that doesn’t happen as do you. Surprising him would either go two ways:

You’re on call with him, but he doesn’t know that you’ve landed and are already making your way to his place. He gets a knock on the door and is like “Hang on babe, someone’s at the door be right back!” and then he opens the door and just blinks at you. “Surprise Tooru, Happy Birthday!” is all you say before he tackles you in a hug, gasping at the fact that it’s really you cause he thought he might have been dreaming.

Or you’re on the way to your plane terminal when you bump into someone, low and behold when he turns around it’s literally Tooru. And you’re like “How am I supposed to surprise you if you ruin it before I get there babe?” He just laughs and said he was giving himself a present, which was to go home see he could see everyone and especially you. And the way y’all hug each other in the airport is so cute, it looks straight out of a movie.

#.soft hours #.mooties <3 #.tooru💙#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa fluff

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