love me, kiyoomi

- you appear just like a dream to me -

[oi-oikawa-chan]

❥  Addy, in my 20's, she/her, here to write (mostly drabbles and timestamps, just really short ones) and unleash all my love and feels for my favorite Haikyuu boys~!

Current concern: How do I choose between Miya Osamu and Miya Atsumu?

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[xesamania]

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[seumyo]

tsukishima kei’s an honest and emotional drunk.

NOTE. for the resident tsukishima lover @marisolls !

“You sure you’re not drunk?”

Is like asking Tsukishima if the sky is blue.

“Tipsy.”

“Tipsy,” you repeat, snorting. “If you say so.”

“I am,” he tells you again. He doesn’t remember how many times he’s said it—

Because it’s true. He was tipsy. Not an incapable drunk. He knew his limits, and he was well aware that he’s always been lightweight, so it’s only responsible for him to just be a little drunk.

He feels your hand on his forehead, then on his cheek, probably to check his temperature. Maybe to check if he was actually still conscious and breathing. Tsukishima likes it, so he leans into your touch, murmuring something under his breath that even he did not understand.

“Hm?”

“I’m home.”

“You are,” you nod. “Did you have fun?”

He nods as well. “Been a while.”

In the in-betweens of his consciousness, Tsukishima vaguely remembers you taking off his shoes, and now you’re helping him with his tie. The one that miraculously hasn’t been made into a headband—or worse, strangled him throughout his night escapade with old friends.

He reaches up, hands fumbling with yours in an attempt to help. He wants to help. 

He wants to make life easier for you with his help. 

“Kei,” you scold him. “Let me do it, please?”

And—

And it’s not fair. So he says that, too.

“It’s not fair,” he huffs, relenting.

“What’s not fair?”

“That you’re taking care of me.”

He hears you laugh, and he slumps back against the couch, huffing again. 

“It’s not funny,” he murmurs. “I’m serious here.”

“Well, what do you want me to do? Leave you in the izakaya while I’m peacefully sleeping without my husband beside me?”

The thought isn’t too unpleasant for Tsukishima. He’d rather have you here—at home, well-rested—instead of waiting for him

“...Maybe.”

You sigh, though there’s no particular annoyance in your next words, Tsukishima hopes.

“That’s stupid.”

And now that he’s thinking about it, yeah. Maybe that was stupid.

What kind of wife wouldn’t worry for her husband’s well-being while he was out? You’re definitely not that kind.

His glasses slide slightly down his nose, and you’re quick to fix them without asking. He feels your fingers brush his cheek once again in the process.

Tsukishima paused.

“…Hey,” he says.

“Yes?”

“You’re touching my face.”

You hum. “I am.”

He swallows. “Okay.”

You stood straighter and turned to the kitchen, probably for water—you always think ahead like that—and Tsukishima’s eyes followed you automatically. He reaches out without thinking and lightly catches the sleeve of your cardigan.

“…stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you say easily.

His grip tightens just a little. “Promise?”

He knows how he probably looks right now. His cheeks are faintly flushed and his eyes are heavy-lidded but longing. Because it’s you—and Tsukishima is ok with looking like this because it’s only for you.

“I promise.”

“Okay,” he murmurs, relieved, and lets go. “I just wanted to check.”

When you returned, you sat beside him and held the glass to his lips. “Drink.”

He obeys, because apparently drunk him is very cooperative. When he’s done, he sighs and leans sideways, his shoulder bumping into yours. He doesn’t move away—simply doesn’t want to. Instead, he adjusts until his head rests against your shoulder, then adjusts again so this time his head rests somewhat uncomfortably on your neck.

He feels you still, then relaxes, one arm coming up to steady him. “You’re very cuddly tonight,” you noted.

He made a negating sound, pressing closer to you. “That’s not true.”

“It is.”

“I’m only like this with you,” he says, like this is an important distinction that must be clarified immediately. “Everyone else is… a bother.”

You laughed. “I’m honored.”

…

“…did you know,” he starts, words careful despite the slur creeping in (he’s in a losing battle against sleep, but he remembers he still has to brush his teeth), “that I think about you a lot?”

“I would hope so. We’re married.”

“Yes, but—” He frowns, clearly struggling to articulate whatever he wanted to say. 

His hand lifts, fingers flexing like he’s trying to grab the right words out of the air. “Like… little things. During the day. I’ll see something stupid—like a cat that looks judgmental—and I’ll think, you would laugh at that. Or when I’m annoyed, I think about how you make tea. You do that thing with the spoon.”

“The thing with the spoon?” You tilt your head, intrigued.

“You tap it twice,” he replies, nodding, very serious. “On the rim. Every time. Even when you don’t need to.”

“…I never noticed that.”

“I notice.”

He shifts on the couch, suddenly restless, hands fidgeting in your embrace. “I’m not good at saying things,” he continues, voice quieter now. “I know that. I think I sound stupid when I try. Or obvious. Or like I’m saying something everyone already knows.”

“Kei…”

“But I love you,” he blurts out, too fast, too—too not very tipsy of him. “Like—really love you. Not in the normal way. In the way where my chest feels weird when you’re tired, and I want to fix it, but I don’t know how. In the way where I want to come home faster just because I know you’re here.”

He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“And sometimes I worry,” he admits. “That I don’t say it enough. That you’ll think I don’t feel it as much as I do.”

So this is what it felt like to hold your feelings on your sleeves and hope the other person wouldn’t turn you away because you’re too much or too little.

“Kei, I know.”

He pulls back and looks at you, startled. “You do?”

You nod. “You show it in your own way. A hundred little ways.”

His eyes sting, just a little. He blinks rapidly, scoffing weakly. Since when did he have the time to have tears glossing over his eyes?

“Wow. I’m—” He laughs once, breathy and embarrassed. “I’m way more emotional than I thought.”

“It’s kind of cute,” you tell him.

He huffs. How good you are with the words is just so… so right for him.

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“Your secret’s safe.”

He hides his face on your shoulder. His voice comes muffled now. “You’re really patient with me.”

“Someone has to be.”

He knows that. That someone has to be, or else he’d maybe grow old and gray alone, with the world hating him or something.

“…thank you for bringing me home.”

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[tsukimirecs]

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atsumu

neon lights (in a world gray) triple trouble drunk mind sober heart green with envy a commemoration of firsts till one of us caves long black anyways, don't be a stranger

kageyama

fate when one door closes stolen kisses miscommunication him?! haunt me volleyball on the brain you can hear it in the silence

sakusa

soft and wet public transit miscarry it's still love drawing our moments bed this victory is mine, and yours touch starved

oikawa

babygirl pinch two stories settle always perfect pain split here's to the sixth time

ushijima

request trust fall atlas bitter / sweet soft, but for you only in time page 304

bokuto

inferior an accidental heroine as loud as you like lucid swept up in the moment heart attack

[shegetsburned]

obsessed with sukuna who’s inexplicably fascinated by the way you sleep. <𝟑

he does watch you from time to time but you never realize it. not in a creepy way, but more in a curious one. he mostly wonders why you seem to feel so relaxed in his presence, considering he strikes fear into the soul of anyone he comes upon— but not you. there’s something about you. something deeply annoying.

you’re cutely tucked between his sheets, a little drool dripping from your lips to the pillow. you’re completely relaxed, one naked leg sticks out of the covers while the sound of gentle little snores grace sukuna’s ears. defenseless and completely at his mercy but he finds nothing better to do than to stare.

he hasn’t touched you nor does he wish to disturb your sleep. it’s almost a whine of disgust that escapes his lips when you turn in your sleep and snuggle the pillow which smells just like him. you’re so insufferably adorable. sukuna’s fascinated by the way your rested cheek against the pillow makes your lips puffier and the way your breath follows a particularly peaceful rhythm in unison with the movement of your chest.

little did you know, he’s been staring for hours. watching you unintentionally scratch your hair or tighten your grip around the pillow you’ve been hugging tightly against your chest. your hair’s a mess but it flows beautifully with the messy covers of sukuna’s bed and your mouth opens when you’ve finally reached a deeper state of sleep. he has watched every single one of your movements carefully and still cannot pinpoint the reason why he cannot stop staring.

maybe it’s the fact that you’ve confidently assured him hours prior that you’d never sleep in the company of someone like him. failing miserably when the softness of the sheets overcame your stubbornness. or maybe it’s the way you’ve tried reaching for him even through the night. he had every intention not to allow you to touch him, but the time finally came when he was asleep and your hand found its place on his chest, following the breathing of his burning heart.

remembering how careless you both were disgust him. allowing you to touch him is one thing— because, yes, he allowed you, but to occupy his every thought every since you met him is infuriating. he couldn't even catch a break when you were sleeping. there’s a reason why he felt the need to stay and, of course, he’d refuse to ever admit that he had gone soft on you.

no.

he wants you to be terrified of him. he wants you to fear his name and worship the ground he walks on. he wants to feed on your tears and delight himself on your cries.

does he, though?

"’kuna.."

here it is again. you’re mumbling his name in your sleep and it takes every fibre of his being not to shut you up. an irritation. an itch in his plan. that’s what you were. a nuisance he needed to take care of. his hand moves on its own towards your neck, pointy nails ready to tear your skin apart but seems to stop just over your jaw. an hesitant groan almost wakes you up before you’re lulled back to sleep with long digits simply grazing your cheek.

"shut it, woman."

and before you know it, he’s caging you in his arms, breathing pattern slowly synching with yours while his other hands cover both of your bodies under the warm blankets of his comfortable bed. he won’t let you go until he’s rested and the king of curses does need a exaggerated amount of sleep with you snuggled against his chest.

© shegetsburned 2024 please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own.

[beneathashadytree]

“MY PERIOD’S LATE” - PRANKING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : mentions of sex & pregnancy, kinda NSFW but also not too much, reader is AFAB!

Genre : spicy fluff I guess??

Additional notes : This was requested by anon who chose one of my all-time fav boyfriend pranks😭 Loved making this as usual🙏🏽

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[oi-oikawa-chan]

i mean i love Xavier but i freaking loathe the way he types 😂

[def-not-enjolras]

crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Thank you to everyone who has written a fanfic I have enjoyed < 3

[thoughtkick]

“She distanced herself to save herself.”

— Unknown

[onnie-giri]

best bros here to save the world (through volleyball <3)

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[shounenlord-sama]

Haikyuu-bu!! Masterlist

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Nifa's reaction:

Does Levi hate it? .............yes????????????

(( I originally planned to post this later after I posted LH Log 4 on my pixiv but it seems that people from twitter really like this so I think you guys would like to see it as well ^^ ))

[roxpos]

BEACH BOYZZ ☀️🌊✨

[eleanorgrootch]

How Bokuto got through college is beyond me, but I’d still like to think he did His Very Best ™️

[gongliyart]

"hey, let me lean on you for a sec~"

[westmansion]

son of a bitch when you spend money the money goes AWAy

[bloopy-writes]

Rules for the Japanese National Team- written by Iwaizumi Hajime, Athletic Trainer

Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu, and Bokuto are no longer allowed within 50 feet of the kitchen, if you want to eat, you can starve or beg someone else to make food for you.

Bokuto and Kuroo are no longer allowed to be left alone for more than 2 minutes at a time. Also pringles are banned you guys are athletes that shouldn’t be eating this junk anyways.

Whoever locks Oikawa and Ushijima in a closet together can pay for any damages caused

Kageyama is not allowed to play truth or dare-he’s too easily influenced

If you call Yaku short, I’m not helping you recover from the damages caused

Suna is not allowed to blackmail the coach to get out of extra practice it doesn’t end well for anyone

Aran is not allowed to room with Atsumu or Suns in the Olympic village because this poor man has suffered enough

I don’t care how good of an idea it seems, no one is allowed to listen to Houshimi after 2 am

Sakusa is banned from bleaching other peoples rooms no matter how bad they stink- still technically an invasion of privacy

Kuroo is not allowed to try and convince new recruits that they should give him money

Atsumu is not allowed to use his brother as a body double to get out of practice

Ushijima and Kageyama aren’t allowed to give interviews together without a third person present

Bokuto is not allowed to give interviews with other people

Hinata and Kageyama aren’t allowed to teach children because no one actually understands what they’re saying

If you get caught doing something stupid you are not allowed to call Officer Daichi Sawamura to bail you out that is still illegal and he doesn’t even work in Tokyo

Suna and Oikawa are to be kept away from each other at all costs

Atsumu and Oikawa can hang out with each other only if they stop arguing over who’s kageyamas favorite

No secret handshakes allowed

Glitter bombs are only allowed if glitter does not get on Iwaizumi

If anyone asks if Iwaizumi is a babysitter the answer is legally no

The first person to convince the administration that Iwaizumi deserves a raise will get free food for a month

Houshimi and Atsumu are two halves of a whole idiot and are not allowed to plan team bonding activities again

Kidnapping Oikawa does not count as a team bonding activity unless you murder him and bond over trying to hide the body

Iwaizumi Hajime loves his job no matter how much you all make him want to retire