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#sakusa: ok then
chiaroescuro · 8 months
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So, I made something...
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o-vera-nalyzing · 2 months
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smart atsumu is so near and dear to my heart. like he’s so lowkey about it but then one time when he’s hanging out w msby + osamu and suna at a bar someone is joking to kiyoomi for going to college before playing pro and is asking him all these math questions and he’s like ‘just cause i went to college doesn’t mean i can do long form division in my head😫😫😫’ and osamu is just like ‘ATSUMU CAN’ (he loses all ability to not boast about his twin when drunk) and everyone zeroes in on atsumu and inunaki is like there’s no fuckin way and atsumu just starts saying the answers to all the previous questions they asked omi
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fish-with-more-eyes · 18 days
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haikyuu!! lads as drawfee imgs hehe
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joyaphoria · 1 year
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growing up, kiyoomi never had many friends.
he didn’t know how to talk to the other kids, and so he wasn’t very good at socializing.
having curly hair didn’t help either, because while his moms friends called him adorable and fluffed it, the other kids just thought it was weird.
‘you aren’t normal!’ they would shriek, running down the hall when he would approach them. ‘normal kids have straight hair!’
when kiyoomi would come home, sometimes with a trembling lip as he struggled to contain his whimpers, his mom would twist one of the ‘abnormal’ curls around her finger.
“there’s no such thing as normal, baby.” she would whisper against his head. “kids just aren’t used to things that they don’t see everyday.”
knowing that his curls were popular with the adults made him feel a little better, but it didn’t change the fact that he still wasn’t accepted amongst his peers.
then one day, a new student was introduced to the class.
the other kids were fascinated with you, because you moved around a lot, and came here from abroad; the teachers were just as in awe, because even at the young age of ten, you spoke both japanese and english.
you’ve been to so many places around the world, that the other kids began to trust in your opinion of what was and wasn’t cool.
and so one day during recess, while kiyoomi was playing on the swings, the same troublesome group of kids came after him.
“he looks like he’s wearing a mop!” one of the girls shrieked. “no way! even i wouldn’t use that to clean the floor!” a boy retorted.
kiyoomi closed his eyes and ignored them as he kicked his legs on the swing, urging it to go higher. block them out, his mom had told him. show them that they aren’t important.
and kiyoomi was trying, he really was, but the things they said got nastier and nastier, until one of them said “no way his momma touches that mop!”
his lip was trembling by the end, and he hung his head to save himself from the embarrassment of being seen crying.
“where i’ve been, curls are super cool.”
and all the giggling and snickers went quiet, as kiyoomi looked up to find you, arms crossed as you stared down the other kids. “bullying isn’t though, and the big kids would usually come to hang you upside down.”
their eyes went wide in fear as the scrambled away, leaving omi on the swing with his head bowed and cheeks tear stained, his curls shielding his face.
“i think your curls are great,” you exclaim, taking a seat in the swing next to his. “my big sister has curls too, and she styles them really pretty!”
kiyoomi blinks, slowly looking up to meet your eyes. you smile even brighter, and kiyoomi’s cheeks heat when you ask, “may i touch your hair?”
nobody had ever asked, not even his moms friends who did it regardless.
and maybe he was just so used to the names he’s been called, because he asks, “aren’t you afraid that you’ll get cursed? or that worms will crawl out?”
and kiyoomi watches as you burst into laughter, so hard, that the other kids were turning their heads to whisper and mumble. “if touching curly hair curses me, im way passed saving!”
kiyoomi finds himself smiling faintly alongside you, before tilting his head towards you, as a silent way of approving.
he listens as you hold one of his curls, exclaiming, “it’s so soft! your ma takes care of them so nicely!”
and ever since that day, kiyoomi had grown attached to you.
you guys became the best of friends; occasional play dates, sleepovers, always together at school, and always confiding in each other. you two were inseparable, and you made kiyoomi’s elementary days less and less insufferable.
that is until you turned twelve, and kiyoomi found out that you were moving away again.
“my dad found a job back up in canada,” you explained hesitantly one day at recess, as you both sat side by side on the swings. “my dad doesn’t like to stay in one place for too long, and it turns out that my mom has been pushing the move back for some time now.”
you don’t mention that it’s because you’ve been begging her not to go, your little heart suffocating at the thought of leaving your best friend behind.
kiyoomi hangs his head — just like that day two years ago — shielding the world from the tears that were making their way down his face.
“i’m sorry, omi.” you whisper, entangling your tiny hand with his. he can hear the sincerity in your soft voice, and the way it trembles tells him that he isn’t the only one loosing a special part of him. “one day when i’m older, i’ll find you again.”
kiyoomi lifts his head once more, finding courage in your oath. “you promise?” because kiyoomi had never had been promised anything, just the small things from his parents, that were often forgotten about.
this, though, isn’t small. this is big and important, and it’s a promise that you need to keep, if made. “i promise, omi.”
and kiyoomi is guilty of forgetting about you by the time he becomes a teenager, because let’s face it; you were children. your little hearts had entangled and grown fond of each other, but eventually, you were no more than the first friend he had made in kindergarten, long since forgotten about.
little does he know, come twelve years, you would most definitely find your newly grown hearts, once again, entangled.
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amburritoart · 1 year
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Halloween monster series | HQ
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leafyolive · 2 years
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I like them thighs thicc
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yntaro · 1 year
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btw, I really love how we all just agreed and love that most haikyuu fics don’t even have a title, it’s just timestaps
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kyopmi · 2 years
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Ah okay good!
Because I had a headcanon for Sakusa
So, you both would go shopping and you would have a hard time choosing between some dresses and blouses, hoodie, etc and than Sakusa comes like out of nowhere with thw most beautiful dress and he would just tell you how good it would suit you and your stress will be like, puff, gone
He would be actually pretty nice while shopping, bc he loves you and wants you to feel pretty
brb crying bcs yes i can see this
cw — reader wears a dress, a lil insecurity trying on clothes
contrary to popular belief, kiyoomi is very pleasant to shop with. he's not the kind to wait outside the store or scroll through his phone to pass the time, he'll definitely be trailing after you around the store like a puppy🥺 because - you know - he wants to spend time with you and the fact that he gets to have his breath taken away every time you exit the fitting room in a new outfit is just an added bonus. not that he'll admit those two things out loud.
usually your shopping trips go extremely well, with kiyoomi holding your bag and shopping bags for you and also using his pro-volleyball player speed to his advantage at the cashier so he can swipe his card on the machine before you can even pull yours out. it's not fair, you tell him, but he just shakes his head and tells you you can pay next time, whatever that means to him, because to this day you haven't been on one shopping trip where he hasn't paid for you. he's happy to let you make it up to him some other way though, a nice meal, a ton of kisses, or any other ideas you could have...
it's just this one shopping trip where you can't find anything in the store that fits right, and you always end up unhappy with anything you picked out. it's disappointing, because the clothes looked so good on the mannequin but there seems to be something slightly off about them when you try them on. and with every article of clothing you put on and proceed to peel off, you feel a little more dejected because maybe it's you.
but sakusa kiyoomi is Not Having It, not today, not ever. he sees the way your eyes dull with every try-on and how disgruntled you get and he makes it his mission to prove those ugly thoughts wrong. so as you're changing back into your regular clothes again, kiyoomi slips out to the display racks and picks out a dress he'd seen earlier near the front of the store, something he thinks is very much your style and you'd look very lovely in. with the dress in hand, he fast-walks back towards the fitting rooms, catching you just as you were about to go look for him.
you give him a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes when you see the dress he's holding. "it looks nice, omi, but i don't think i want to try on another–"
"just this one. please? for me?" he insists, almost pleads, his eyes conveying wordlessly what he doesn't say aloud. trust me.
you can't reject the sincerity in his eyes, so you hesitantly accept the dress and make your way back into the fitting room. you don't even want to look in the mirror at first, as you're zipping up the dress, but once you adjust it to your comfort and glance at your reflection, your eyes widen.
the dress fits perfectly on you. the colours complement your skin tone, the fabric falls just right, it shows off what you love exactly right. for a while, you stand alone in the space, admiring yourself from different angles (yes you deserve to!!)
"is everything alright, y/n? do you need any help with it?"
the familiar sound of your s/o almost shocks you and you turn to unlock the door, coming face to face with kiyoomi.
kiyoomi, who was worried for a second that his plan had backfired, can't help his wandering eyes, as his breath hitches and he looks over your figure clad in the dress he had picked out. he blinks twice, before returning his focus back to your face, which he's delighted to be looking back at him with a shy smile - small, but genuine - and he doesn't stop his own lips from curling into a smile of his own, brown eyes gazing softly into yours.
"well, what do you think?" he hums, taking a step closer to close the gap between you, his hands resting on your waist and he gently guides you to turn around so you're facing the mirror again. his chin comfortably rests on your shoulder as his arms snake around your middle, his eyes continuing to look at you from your reflection.
"it's gorgeous," you answer, biting back a grin at his antics. you know the other stalls are probably empty because he's being so bold in a public space.
"mmhm," he leans in to kiss you once on your temple, once on your cheek, "you're gorgeous. and you should remember that, always." he squeezes you tight and pulls you closer to plant a kiss, this time short and sweet on your lips. "now let's go so i can pay for this dress and you can walk out of here, showing off how amazing you look in it."
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i didn't mean for it to get this long, but when have i ever exercised any self restraint when it comes to sakusa kiyoomi. thank you for blessing us with this headcanon, anon ヾ(´︶`♡)ノ
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windshieldwiper · 1 year
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a quick sketch of sakusa n kuroo in their fancy fits
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roobgumball95 · 2 years
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sakuatsu is great bc in order for it to work theyd have to be like. SO IN LOVE. you think anyone other than someone irrevocably in love could deal with sakusa kiyoomi? or, god save us, miya atsumu? theyre both the most annoying people on the planet. too blunt jerk and big fat jerk. theyre just fucking awful and they love each other so much and theyre annoying together i just know it
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kotonni · 5 months
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Christmas sakuatsu fic recs?
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fish-with-more-eyes · 6 months
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skts as magazine models, anyone? just don't look to closely at those quotes.
(in seriousness, these were HEAVILY inspired/encouraged by the foxglove digest discord :3)
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mrs-nubenueve · 1 year
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just actual vamp omi “humoring” his foolish human’s silly little costume…even more silly, he thinks he’s not being obvious.
(based on @homosubtext and i’s little sakuatsu vamp au that i don’t think either of us have actually given any details about…)
happy halloween everyone !!
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summ1nt · 2 years
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imagine sakusa kiyoomi, 1 year old, youngest of 3, 10 years younger than his closest sibling
imagine him at 5, raised by a rotating cast of nannies, father constantly on business trips and mother barely sparing him a glance
imagine him at 8, sitting at the motoya dinner table, quietly observing while the family chats and catches up, an image of something he's never had. sometimes he rejects the invitation to return because it's too difficult to sort through the complicated feelings in his chest.
imagine him at 15, meeting the miya twins, family members so close they can read each other's minds, and when atsumu flashes him a smile it makes his heart twist
imagine sakusa at 17, spacing out in class, having never been a day dreamer before, with little doodles in his notebook, trying the way miya kiyoomi tastes on the tongue. longing for a place in a dynamic that has never been allowed for him
imagine sakusa kiyoomi, 26, hiding a smile as the twins bicker, quietly washing the dishes next to an older woman with a particularly fox-like face who bumps him and whispers "you're good for each other". a soft smile as the light catches gold on his left hand and a "yeah. he's given me more than he can imagine."
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marinesocks · 2 years
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Manuscript Search Tag
huge thanks to @eccaiia for tagging me!! i love these games they're just so fun!! these excepts are all from the owl's wish :D
my words are: Crash, call, charge, consider, and chance!
crash
He straightens up and takes a deep breath. Fiery panic foams in Bokuto’s throat as he looks down into the sea, but he grits his teeth and walks back down the path. As Bokuto starts running, he tries not to think about the waves crashing into the rocks, the deep roaring of the ocean, of what might happen to them if they don’t make this jump.
call
“Bokuto Koutarou and…” The blond fox checks the scroll in his hand. “Akaashi Keiji. Welcome to the first trial. I’m Miya Atsumu, but you can just call me Atsumu, and this is Miya Osamu, but you can just call him Lesser Atsum- OW!”
charge
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Kuroo laughs wildly, eyes burning. Bokuto flinches and shrinks back. “I wasn’t aware I had opened this up for debate! I’m so glad you are sharing your valuable opinion, which has truly only steered you towards fame and good fortune! By all means, my good sir, you should be put in charge of your own health and safety, because clearly you are so much better at gauging that than I could ever be!”
consider
“It just means I have to work harder to achieve what many consider rudimentary. It’s not fair. It never was, and it’s easy to be aggravated and pitiful. We all have our bad days. I relapsed all the time. I still do. But I’m not going to allow that to force me to give up. “And neither should you.”
chance
“And later, with the Miyas,” Asahi’s face is tight with pain, voice trembling. “How could I refuse the chance to save someone else? After what I had done? Well…” He looks down into his lap. “I got what I deserved. We all did.”
new words are: Disappointment, drown, decline, direct, and dinner!
i'm going to formally tag @worldstogetlostin , @athemarina , and @creatorrayne !! as well as anyone else who'd like to try :)
and just like last time i'm adding my own rule that if you can't find a word in your work then you have to tell me a fun fact about either your WIP, your writing process, or one of your characters ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ sorry if thats annoying i just don't want people to feel like they can't participate as much as they'd like!
good luck, writers!!
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oomisluvr · 2 years
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istg sakusa IS the standard i can’t fall for another guy 😭 i would meet a guy on a dating app, and then he like “man i miss sakusa” 🙃
THISSSSSS stop bc i went on a date last sunday and i literally felt like i was cheating
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