Some things Haikyuu!! taught me

There are more, I may add them over time (I still haven't finished watching the series).

“I can’t help falling in love with you”

a soft and sweet bokuaka commission made by the lovely kejiyaa21 

I'm procrastinating so hard (and still coughing my lungs out) that I not only procrastinate on the things I have to do but also on the things I planned to draw, sooooo... another trans!Hinata piece 👉👈 Poor guy feels a bit insecure first.

I like to genuinely think that Atsumu helped fund Onigiri Miya in its starting days and works there in the off season.

ME: yall I love Suna Rintarou and stuff but like. Finding fanfics of him is sooo hard. Like, BRO I DO NOT WANT A SUNA STORY IN WHICH HES A DRUG ADDICT. I srsly believe he likes edgy aesthetic but HE IS NOT A DRUG ADDICT. like why can’t there just be something a bit more wholesome 😭

ALSO ME: *currently writing a depressing Suna fanfic that is the opposite of ‘wholesome’*

(But srsly. Yall need to make Suna stories that makes him NOT a drug addict or something)

Osamu assumed Atsumu was lonely whenever he was excluded from games or group activities. So, he always does his best to prevent Atsumu from feeling left out. He'll tell everyone to try and understand him or say that he isn't that bad even though he is. But no matter the effort he makes, Atsumu still chooses to be alone.

Osamu thought if Atsumu didn't want to befriend the others, then he could be the one to ease the loneliness Atsumu felt. So, he would oftentimes choose his twin over other invitations. But sometimes, it makes him wonder if he's enough.

"Aren't ya tired of being glued to my hips all the time?" Osamu asks after their petty fight.

Atsumu scoffs, "yer the one who keeps gluing himself to me,"

"That's because I didn't want ya to feel lonely. You look so pitiful when you're all alone," Osamu admits. He stands up and pats the dust from his body before stretching his hand for Atsumu to take.

Atsumu swaps Osamu's hand away and stands up to pat himself as well, "well, I never said I was lonely,"

Osamu scowls at him, "Stop actin' tough, ya dimwit. It's fine to admit if yer lonely ya friendless jerk,"

Atsumu glares at him, "I'm not tryin' to act tough you insensitive ass! I'm never lonely because I know you'll always be there for me. I'm fine if people don't like me, as long as I have ya I don't need to change who I am to please other people. Ya accept me for who I am, I'm sure there are others like you out there."

As much as Osamu didn't want to admit it, he was happy to know that he was enough. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he didn't feel responsible for Atsumu's loneliness anymore.

"I don't think anyone will be able to put up with yer attitude except for ma, pa, and I," Osamu says and begins to walk away while Atsumu whines beside him.

And soon enough, Atsumu's words prove to be true when they finally enter Inarizaki.

literally can't believe that haikyuu is such a feel good anime like wdym no one dies in your anime???? wdym happy endings??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HAPPY VIBES?!?!?!??? like as a primarily jjk and bsd enjoyer i simply cannot believe this. like your pairs aren't doomed by the narrative? are you SERIOUS??!?!?!?!??? i'm having the time of my life over here looking at silly wholesome daisuga fanart? what the hell? my sunshine bois aren't gonna go through life altering trauma? the biggest sad they'll get is losing a volleyball match? you're not going to take away their entire family and found family? unreal. madness. absolutely mental. insane.

Sometimes I think about how proud Mama Miya must be. She raised two hardworking boys who are now so successful and instead of letting success pull them apart they're still as close as ever.

She's probably really relieved that they both also found special people who will look after them when she's gone. But for the time being, she's happy to still kiss their booboos and make them her special chikuzenni cause no one does it the way she does (or so Osamu says).

And as the years pass and she gets too old, her dear Atsumu and Osamu insist that she has to come and live with them, so she divides her time between the two.

She bonds with Rin over all the TV dramas when she stays with Osamu. He even sets up an IG account of her cooking. When it first started, she was known as Miya Osamu's mother, but lately Osamu has been known as Mama Miya's Baby instead. She has more followers than he does.

Sweet Omi spoils her like a princess when she stays with Atsumu. He also takes charge when she's feeling poorly. Atsumu frets on the verge of barely controlled panic, but Omi listens calmly and talks with the doctor. She reckons he knows her medical history better than she does.

When she meets friends on the street and they ask her how her babies are doing, she can't help but smile and say "Let me buy you a coffee." because she needs all the time in the world to talk about her four special boys.

wanna know what makes me so emotional ?????

TANAKA IS THE ACE IN HIS THIRD YEAR!!!!!!!!

Them being late and how their child reacts

Characters-tsukishima kei! bokuto koutarou!

Me-hope you enjoy! Sorry if my writing is too bad!

Bokuto koutarou

It was depleting day for bokuto koutarou. As it were the thing he needed nowadays was a shower and snuggles with y/n and s/n. He opened his house's entryway with his key, took off his shoes and began looking for y/n and s/n. "hey hey hey! I am---" he cut off himself. The sight of what was in front of his eyes dissolved his heart. Y/n was laying on her back on the lounge chair, whereas s/n was laying on her stomach, grinning in his rest (they were holding up for bokuto, but fell snoozing). Bokuto brightly smiled. He picked up both of them (because this man is hella solid) and began strolling upstairs. After he come to his and y/n's room, he tenderly laid down both of them. At that point, he laid down with them and wrapped his arms around y/n and s/n.

"mmm, dawddy?" the raspy voice called him. "hello, s/n" bokuto grinned at his son. "I miwssed you dawddy!!" the child firmly wrapped his arms around his father. "I missed you as well baby!!" "mmm kou? S/n?" y/n woke up from her rest since they were too loud. "hello sweetheart!" bokuto embraced his wife. "hey kou--eww you stink" bokuto sulked at her words. "it's okay mowmmy, I love dawddy's stinky scent too!" s/n grinned brightly. Both of the parents started crying about their child's cuteness. They talked for approximately 10 minutes. "I lwove you so much, daddy!" s/n planted a kiss on his dad's forehead. "I love you more, baby" bokuto did the same thing. And you know what, bokuto couldn't rest that night, because he was expressing gratitude toward divine beings for having this loving family.

Tsukishima kei

Tsukishima Kei married y/n 4 years ago, life was idealised... Until it got indeed way better when s/n was born in this world.   Today was pretty tiring for him. First-Volleyball practice, second-he visited his brother (because he was begging him to), third-he met his old teammates, so he had to put up with them. Tsukishima rang the doorbell and held up for some minutes,  after that he listened to the entryway press open. He saw his lovely wife in nightwear, yawning. Y/n grinned at him and embraced him tightly. Tsukishima wrapped his hands around her.    

 "Kei, welcome home" y/n sweetly set a kiss on his cheek.     "thanks, where is s/n? Is he sleeping?" y/n fair pointed behind her back. tsukishima looked behind her and saw his child in dinosaur pyjama, dragging his giant Kirby plushie.       "he woke up after you rang the doorbell" S/n pouted and went back into his room. Y/n sweatdropped and looked at her husband, who looked stunned.      "ahh he is been pretty moody recently, do not get disturbed"     "I will convert to him" Kei took off his shoes and coat. Then knocked on s/n's entryway. "hey, I am coming in" tsukishima strolled interior the room. S/n was laying on his bed, whereas embracing his plushie. Tears were rolling down his cheek. Tsukishima's stomach dropped at this scene. He unobtrusively sat at his son's bed.

 "Hey, what's wrong?" he gently shook s/n. He didn't get a reaction.    "if you let me know I will allow you to have your favourite sweet, okay?" s/n nodded his head while wiping tears. Tsukishima donated him strawberry candy. S/n put it in his mouth.     "it's just that... I made you a gift, daddy... And when you didn't get home earlier... I got upset" tsukishima's heart melted and his cheeks shockingly flushed shining ruddy.     "a-a gi-gift?"     "did you forget how to talk, daddy? You're a grown-up" his child snickered, forgetting his sadness. , (his personality was like his dad's after all).     'using my weapon against me, huh?'. tsukishima thought, then chuckled and begin tickling s/n.

"hahahhahahaha-s-stop-ahhahahahahahaha" he giggled uproariously since he was sensitive.     'omg, they are so cute, I should take a picture' y/n discreetly snapped the picture of them.     "okay show me my gift" s/n's got up from his bed and begun looking something in his drawer. Then put it on tsukishima's hand. It was a handmade bracelet. On the bracelet, you may read "the best father".    "I and mommy made it for you, she composed it, since I do not know how to write" s/n's cheeks flushed bright red. Tsukishima ruffled his hair and embraced him.     Y/n was recording this entire thing while crying from this cuteness.    "mommy! Do not record/y/n stop recording us!"           

     Yap like father, like son.

(sorry if my english is too bad, it's not my main language)

Had to do a little something for Ukai's birthday today! <3

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synopsis ; currently feeling at your lowest as if you ain't doing the best you can right now, you are feeling tired. Tried enough to drive yourself to tear up and cry.

scenario ; college life, living alone in the city is taking a toll on you, you feel how heavy the pressure is. And you needed someone you could rely on.

"I'm tired of it all, I just want to give up..."

"I'm always here for you, I'm here when you need me too."

type ; drabble

include/s ; bokuto koutarou

pairing/s ; sweet caring character x sad problematic reader

genre ; sweet, fluff, comfort, wholesome, a hint of depressed corn

There are days when you feel that you are at your lowest, that you are not good enough that whatever you do is just not enough to give satisfaction to others. You're fed up with all these, having to feel so low, witnessing yourself get weaker by the minute and caring about what others start to think of you. You were fed up. "I want to give up. I'm tired of it all, I just want to give up..." tearing up as you mumbled those words out of your mouth, you felt even weaker the more you admit it the more you surrender. You just wanted it all to end. Crying in your room doesn't help at all, but for you to bring all this pain and tears out it helps in some other way. You heard knocks on your door, you already knew who it was but you had no intentions of letting them in. After the knocking, you heard them talking asking you to come eat and that the weather outside is great, but you didn't care one bit. "Hey, you know that I am here ready to listen right?" he said behind the door, though you cannot see him you felt how sincere they were and it ached your heart to hear such words, those words were the last thing you would've heard from someone but when it comes to him, it's different. Bokuto Koutarou, your childhood best friend who regularly comes to your apartment to check on you and it just so happens that he visits you more than ever now that he knows you are going through something, but you didn't want to bother him at all. "I know that things are tough right now, but I know that you'd get through this. I believe in you, and I believe that you'd be able to face it all again when you're ready. Let it all out, cry it all out. And when you're done come down and have lunch with me." as he said those words, you hear his footsteps receding in the hallway. And you burst out into tears, you hated how much he understands you, and you hate yourself for pushing him away, pushing the only person who is willing to hear you out. Deciding to come out to your room wasn't an easy choice for you, upon opening the door you immediately get to be greeted by Bokuto himself. He didn't leave. "Glad you decided to come out." he utters while showing a big friendly grin, he placed his hand over your cheek slowly caressing. "Your eyes are puffy and red, you sure took your time crying in there." he let out a chuckle and tried the excess tears from your eyes, his warm hand sent you comfort. "I'm always here for you, I'm here when you need me too. You can lean on me the next time you cry, I can listen to you until you stop."

a/n ; currently feeling like this, and I just need me a Bokuto right now to lean on fr. TvT

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bokuto wrapping a bandaid around akaashi's finger after a long day of traning but the finger he's tending to so happens to be akaashi's ring finger so when the realization sinks in he turns into a blushing mess + absolutely loses it while akaashi is left clueless

(little does akaashi know that the bandaid around his finger resembles that of a familiar golden band)

BAHAHSHSHSJSJ

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.

Heyy, can a request a matchup for BNHA or OHSHC? Any fandom is good tho, just not black butler or obey me cuz I know nothing about them.

My name is Kasper but you can call me Kaz or kasey ( He/They) if you’d like. I’m 19 and a guy, I’m also gay mlm. I’m just going to give you a list so it will be easier to read.

I’m tall, I have a buzz cut thats bleached blonde, I’m have honey brown eyes, I shaved my eye brows completely off, I have an anti eyebrow piercing and snake bites, I’m pretty lanky too but I’m trying to build up muscle, I’m black and Italian, I have a lot of scars from a lot of things, and my aesthetic are Punk/Emo/Y2K. (Also I’m trying to grow out my beard a little bit, but not too much at all)

I’m an INTP, I’m an Aquarius, I’m protective and explorative and I can be an asshole sometimes.

Likes: I like politics (Punk, leftist, feminist, Activist, etc. not any alt right politics), volleyball, working out, metal, death metal, nu metal, rap, cars, Nascar, Rioting, protesting, skateboarding, exploring abandoned places, exploring in general, gaming, horror, and scary things.

Dislikes: Posers, people on the alt right, boring things, dsmp, people who strictly follow the rules, cold water, thunder, school, that’s about it.

Extra: Rn I’m a bouncer for a club but I’m working up to start bartending. I really want to keep working for clubs, bars, and casinos. Also I have NPD and Depression. I’m also a pot head and a partygoer ig.

Romantic or platonic, either is fine. thats it I think, thanks

After a long time of thinking 💭 your match is...

Ritsu Kasanoda

Background:

You worked at a private club in Tokyo as a bouncer, you were competent at your job and you enjoyed it. It was a normal evening and you were standing at the entrance until your supervisor told you to get inside and guard the V.I.P section. “We have a few special guests coming and I need you to make sure nothing happens to them.” You nodded and stepped inside. The V.I.P section was still empty, so you had some time. You headed to the bar and talked with the bartender. You two were close. One time after your shifts ended he heard you wanted to start working behind the bar. He taught you how everything worked and how to make a few drinks. However, you accidentally knocked over a bottle of whiskey and your supervisor got so mad and started yelling. The two of you tried not to laugh at how ridiculous his face looked. I mean there was no need for him to get that mad over a bottle of whiskey.

“Kaz! Hurry up!” your supervisor called out. With an uninterested face, you turned to see your supervisor. You sighed and walked over to the V.I.P section. “Good luck, Kasey.” The bartender said as he made another drink. Once you got there your supervisor started nagging again and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at him. He was annoying but that was all he was. He wasn't scary or intimidating he had all this talk but couldn't back it up. You looked inside and saw what looked like a Yakuza meeting. You were curious to see who the leader was so your eyes wandered to whoever sat in the middle. To your surprise, it was a young guy who looked around your age. Your Supervisor entered the room and said "This is Kaz and he will be here to cater to all your needs." He glanced at you and gave you a sweet smile. You knew exactly what he was doing. "I am not a waiter, ask someone else to do it," you replied with an annoyed look. Your supervisor came closer and whispered something in your ear "if you do this, you get a bonus immediately after your shift, they are willing to pay a lot." You needed the money tho, so you sighed and said "if there is anything let me know." You stepped outside to guard it. Until the red-haired "leader" spoke up "you have worked here for quite a while, right?" His voice was deep and raspy, it was attractive. You tried to ignore your previous thought as nodded and waited for him to continue, while you analyzed his features. He showed you a picture "Have you ever seen him during one of your shifts?" He asks and you shrug "Not that I recall" you stated. He hands you a piece of paper "Here is my number, call me as soon as you see him, he will come to this club." You accept the piece of paper and return to guarding the V.I.P section.

How it started:

Despite your vastly different backgrounds and lifestyles, you and Kasanoda found yourselves drawn to each other. You two would spend hours talking about your passions and beliefs, even if you two didn't always agree on everything. You loved how Kasanoda was willing to stand up for what he believed in, even if it meant going against the law or defying societal norms. And Kasanoda was fascinated by your strong convictions and commitment to activism.

Despite your busy schedules and dangerous circumstances, you and Kasanoda began dating in secret. You would steal moments together whenever the two of you could, sneaking off to abandoned buildings or dark alleyways for a stolen kiss or embrace.

Your love for exploring and your affinity for scary things proved to be a perfect match for Kasanoda's adventurous spirit. You two would often spend your free time exploring Tokyo's abandoned places, seeking out the creepiest and most chilling locations.

General headcanons:

💘Kasanoda loves to cuddle up with you on the couch and watch movies, resulting in you two falling asleep in each other's arms.

💘Kasanoda loves to dance together, often slow dancing with you in your living room to your favorite songs.

💘The two of you often cook together, trying out new recipes and experimenting with different flavors and ingredients.

💘You guys always support each other's dreams and goals, encouraging each other to reach for the stars.

I'd appreciate it if you'd reblog this, and I hope you enjoyed reading this <3