#haikyu

[baulso]

Haikyuu oc dump!

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[palmierperv]

proathlete!ushiwaka loves his wife silently ♡

contents: fluff

proathlete!ushiwaka who… has never been a talkative guy. he prefers to listen to you rant about your week and whoever pissed you off at work today simply because he loves listening to your voice.

proathlete!ushiwaka who… makes up for his silence in gestures. he’ll randomly bring home treats or gifts he thinks you’d like or that you’d mentioned to him earlier. you’re almost out of shampoo? consider it replaced! new book in your fav series? it’s already on the shelf! he’s so considerate and loves to help before you even ask.

proathlete!ushiwaka who… is rarely ever free. volleyball is occasionally the only thing on his mind, meaning that you don’t go on very many dates together or even hang out often. but when you both get home late in the night, he snuggles up to you and uses you as his own teddy bear, holding you close to him as if to compensate for your absence.

proathlete!ushiwaka who… has never had eyes on anyone else. even throughout high school, you’ve been the only one on his mind since the day he met you on accident when you ran right into him because you weren’t paying attention. oopsies!

proathlete!ushiwaka who… is very reasonable and doesn’t get jealous ever! at least that’s what you think. in reality he’s just gotten so good at concealing his fury over the years when he notices you smiling with other people! he just doesn’t like the thought of anyone else finding you as pretty as he does!

proathlete!ushiwaka who… can’t go a day without calling you when he’s gone for away games. he says it’s because he likes to know you’re safe—which is true—but he actually just can’t fall asleep without cuddling you so hearing your voice is the next best thing.

proathlete!ushiwaka who… truly loves you, despite all the obstacles in the way of your love. he always keeps his word to be with you whenever he can and makes it up to you when de doesn’t because he’s the perfect boyfriend. ♡

a/n: hi guys! new writer here! this is my first post so any tips or suggestions are highly appreciated! also leave requests for future fics you’d like me to write! thanks so much, enjoy! <3

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[haikyuu-takes]

haikyuu is incredibly emotionally aware, reflected and open for a franchise aimed at mostly teenage boys. the portrayal of friendship, personal drive and loss is amazing. boys are shown to cry after they lose games and sometimes their motivations are completely trivial but it doesn't matter because the focus is on what they feel and not what happened. i definitely prefer this over the heavily exaggerated trope of "their whole family got slayed", instead it's shown how something rather small can affect someone's whole view on themselves and their environment (e.g. hinata seeing the tiny giant on tv or tsukishima seeing his brother cheering on his team instead of playing).

in my opinion haikyuu isn't about volleyball or sports but rather about personal growth and character focused (expressed through sports)

well said, anon. I honestly don’t have anything to add because you said it so wonderfully.

[haikyuu-takes]

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[osamuslvt]

── OFFLINE FOR EVERYONE ELSE

[ FEATURING ] ― kenma kozume

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― f!reader , fluff , established relationship , streamer!kenma , soft domestic moments

kenma had been live for almost six hours.

his chat was still flying by at impossible speeds, donations chiming every few minutes while he quietly focused on finishing one last ranked match. the glow from his monitors painted soft gold across his face, his headset slightly crooked after wearing it for so long.

you peeked into the room carefully.

he noticed immediately.

he always did.

without taking his eyes off the game, one hand reached behind him until his fingers found yours. he gave your hand two small squeezes before intertwining your fingers together, still somehow managing to play perfectly with his other hand.

chat exploded.

"WHO IS THAT?" "HOLD ON..." "THE HAND???" "GIRLFRIEND REVEAL???"

kenma simply ignored every single message.

instead, he softly rubbed circles against your knuckles while calmly calling out enemy positions to his teammates as if holding your hand during a tournament-level match was the most natural thing in the world.

you smiled to yourself.

he always did this.

whenever you wandered into his office during a stream, he'd reach for you without thinking.

sometimes it was your sleeve.

sometimes your pinky.

sometimes he'd absentmindedly pull your chair closer with his foot until your knees bumped together.

he never acknowledged it.

he just...needed you close.

once the victory screen finally appeared, kenma leaned back with a quiet sigh.

"gg."

he muted his teammates before turning toward you.

"hi."

you laughed.

"that's all i get after six hours?"

he blinked.

"...i held your hand."

"you did."

"...the whole game."

"you did."

"...that counts."

you couldn't argue with that.

before you could answer, his headset picked up the tiny conversation because he'd forgotten to mute his microphone.

chat instantly lost its mind.

"HE SAID HI LIKE THEY HAVEN'T LIVED TOGETHER FOR YEARS." "I'M CRYING." "HE THINKS HAND HOLDING COUNTS AS QUALITY TIME." "IT DOES."

kenma glanced toward his second monitor and sighed dramatically.

"...they're being weird again."

"again?"

"they're acting like they don't know i'm obsessed with you."

the words slipped out so casually that he didn't even realize what he'd admitted until a few seconds later.

his ears slowly turned pink.

"...forget i said that."

you grinned.

"too late."

his chat was moving so fast that he couldn't even read individual messages anymore.

he covered his face with one hand.

"...great."

you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss against his warm cheek.

"i'm obsessed with you too."

his entire face turned red.

chat somehow moved even faster. "SHE KISSED HIM." "WE ALL SAW THAT." "KENMA IS BLUSHING." "SCREENSHOT IT." "CLIPPED"

he reached over and, without another word, clicked the button ending the stream.

the screen faded to black.

you raised an eyebrow.

"ending early?"

he slipped his headset onto the desk before wrapping both arms around your waist, resting his forehead against your stomach with a tired sigh.

"...they've had enough of me today."

you gently ran your fingers through his messy blond hair.

"and what are you doing now?"

he closed his eyes, melting completely into your touch.

"...logging off."

"from streaming?"

he shook his head.

"from everyone else."

after spending hours talking to thousands of people, answering questions, making jokes, and pretending he still had social energy left, there was only one place he actually wanted to be.

right here.

holding you in the quiet.

where there was no chat.

no cameras.

no notifications.

just your fingers combing through his hair while the room settled into comfortable silence.

to everyone online, kenma kozume had ended his stream.

but to you, he was finally home.

ᝰ.ᐟ OSAMUSLVT | m.list • taglist • rules

❥ TAGLIST: @kpopmultistans , @cookies-muncher , @v4mp1r3b4tzz , @sukuna-milk , @d1skktruther , @lillyinfandoms

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[anyadanielleee]

Hello, may I request a chubby reader x osamu? Maybe how he fell for them and him pining/courting for them if you're comfy with it ofc ><

a/n: HI ANON!! yes i'd LOVE to write this and im 100% comfortable w the pining and courting hehehe

i hope u like it!!! 💗💗 this was actually pretty special for me to write because i definitely was insecure about my weight growing up and looking back i realized how much i missed out on because of that. so yeah it felt like a milestone for me getting to write this and to just feel happy while doing so :)

some mentions of insecurities and low self confidence but lots of comfort and fluff as well :3

sweet (osamu miya x y/n)

osamu never thought he'd be the type of person to believe in something like love at first sight. after all, there were only so many things that he truly loved: some examples being food, his family (yes, atsumu included), and winning.

furthermore, he'd experienced his fair share of confessions and classmates crushing on him, but he'd never once actually felt very much for any of them other than polite friendship.

however, when he'd watched you walk into his class for the very first time, he felt like a damn protagonist in a hallmark movie. to put it simply, you were gorgeous.

you had one of the warmest, most cherubic smiles he'd ever seen in his life, the sweetest laugh as you talked with one of your friends, and these utterly gorgeous eyes that he was silently begging would look at him, if even just for a moment.

clearly, his pleas had worked as you walked over to the empty seat next to him and asked, "good morning! is this seat taken?"

he'd malfunctioned ever so slightly. "i, uh, no! y-ya can sit here. only if ya want, of course!" you'd laughed softly at that before sitting down in the seat, pulling out a folder and your pencil case. "thank you. it's nice to meet you, by the way! i'm y/n l/n."

"likewise. i'm osamu. osamu miya," he responded, bowing politely. "i've never seen ya around here, l/n-san." you'd explained your situation briefly - you'd transferred recently for your parents' jobs and got to know of inarizaki because of a friend of yours, the very friend you were laughing with moments ago.

osamu was listening intently, but he couldn't help but notice your hands almost subconsciously tugging at the hem of your hoodie, seemingly to cover more of yourself. he found it strange but didn't say anything about it.

over the next few days, he'd noticed more small things like that. at lunch, you'd swirl around your food on your plate, marking the plate but never actually increasing the amount you ate. sometimes, you'd rest your heels on the legs of your chair so your thighs appeared just a little slimmer and weren't squished against each other. once, you'd lent your phone to him so he could search up something, and his eyes immediately caught that your last few searches all had something to do with "average weight for a high school girl" and "how to lose weight quickly".

finally, after seeing that, osamu realized what you'd been going through. not all of it, of course, but enough to realize that he'd been oblivious this whole time and that even though you did your best not to let anyone know - and you were doing a very good job at that, actually - he wasn't just going to stand by and do nothing.

see, as the two of you got closer and closer, osamu began doing more and more for you. it started small: a homemade onigiri that he'd made just for you strategically left on your desk with a small note with nothing but a smiley face and his initials. then he escalated to buying snacks and covering up all the nutrition information at the back with tape and a black marker. next thing you knew, he was asking you what color hoodie you preferred and a perfectly oversized, warm, and comfortable hoodie in said color would appear right at your door step the next day.

finally, in the days leading up to a major school festival, osamu had asked you to join him, just as a friend, but it still had made you stay up all night, smiling hard as you lay in bed.

the most meaningful thing osamu did for you, though, wasn't even something he was doing to try and impress you. it was seeing the look in his eyes when you'd opened your door to greet him, and he saw you just wearing something new, your hair styled a little differently, and makeup done a little more in a style you'd never tried before. it was all little things, but osamu felt his heart start trying to jump out of his chest.

the poor guy just stared for a moment, at a complete loss for words. "o-oh.. ya look..." "like i give good hugs?" you'd joked quietly, now slightly nervous under his gaze.

"no. though ya do," he said, smiling softly. "what i really wanted to say, y/n, is that ya look.. stunnin'. i mean, ya always do, but ya look so bright right now, and it's, well, gorgeous."

it was your turn to be at a loss for words. this boy - this caring, thoughtful, truly incredible boy - was making you fall in love with him more and more every single day, and he probably didn't even have a clue.

his little actions ever since you'd come to inarizaki were what had allowed you to feel... comfortable like this. he'd never been loud or exaggerated. never made you feel ashamed for feeling insecure. never even talked about a topic if he saw you were uncomfortable.

he just was there. and somehow, that meant more than anything else.

that school festival had ended up being one of the best memories of your entire life. you'd smiled brighter than ever in every picture, for once unafraid to just stand in the front and center. you'd tried everything you and osamu found interesting from foods to booths to games. and most importantly, you'd just had fun. that seemed to be pretty common whenever you were with osamu.

if you'd asked osamu how he was feeling that evening, he'd give two words: utterly terrified. he'd rehearsed his speech to ask you out officially and had planned out for just about every possible scenario. he'd even turned to atsumu for advice. that was when he realized how gone he was and how serious he was about this. about you.

because even if you gave him all the credit, in his eyes, loving you in his own way felt natural to him. to him, it was you who always made the effort to text him first in the morning, greeting him, and first after school ended, asking him how his day was. it was you who somehow managed to carry so many people's burdens without ever once complaining about everything you had as well. it was you who made him want to be more thoughtful, more observant, more loving - not just to you but to everyone he met.

and when he realized that (with the help of his captain, kita), that was when he finally decided to ask you out.

he'd stuttered a ton, despite all his practice, just like the first time he'd met you, but seeing the joy in your eyes made it all worth it. he hadn't even gotten the question out fully before your lips were already pressed against his, arms wrapped loosely around his neck.

and bless his soul, in that moment, osamu miya realized that he could spend his whole life making desserts and never be able to find something as sweet as that kiss just then.

[hckzee]

yandere!idol!oikawa who falls hard and fast to his first fansite. being a rookie in the idol industry was brutal, especially for a non-prodigy like himself. so, when he notices you pointing a high-quality camera at him during their first ever schedule, his heart skips a beat. wherever he goes during the choreography or their ment, he couldn't help but be energised as you follow him along. not his other members, just him

yandere!idol!oikawa whose eyes scan the sea of ever-growing fans for you. he doesn't feel any ounce of satisfaction from the cheers of other fans, unless he sees that you are there to witness his performance. why would he need other fans if you were with him from day fucking one? no one could ever understand the hardship he had to deal with, aside from you

yandere!idol!oikawa who makes sure that all his outfits are camera-friendly, even if it goes against his stylist's job. he doesn't want to see you frown at his pictures or, god forbid, be displeased by the results of your hard work. besides, his agency follows his words more than anyone, as he's their top-ranking idol

yandere!idol!oikawa who gives you more attention and fan service at their fan meet. and best believe, he makes sure you are always on the list. it doesn't matter what the other fans or his agency say. you deserve to be there, more than anyone else

yandere!idol!oikawa who instantly notices you in the sea of fans upon returning from overseas events. it's a shame that you couldn't attend every international event with him, but just knowing that you're waiting for his arrival is enough to soothe his aching heart

yandere!idol!oikawa whose eyes follow your every movement, even when you hide yourself in the far back, content with using your camera lens to take ultra hd photos of him. he flashes you a warm, bright smile, heart fluttering at the rapid shutters echoing from your position

yandere!idol!oikawa who always point in your direction before posing. he needs everyone to know that his poses are for you and you only. he doesn't care that several other fansites and journalists capture the same photo, as you are the only one who can capture his vivid beauty the way he likes it

yandere!idol!oikawa who quickly changes into his civilian disguise whenever his schedule is done for the day. he slithers away from the prying eyes of his managers and co-workers until he finds you near the company building, checking the photos you took of him

yandere!idol!oikawa who hides himself behind a wall or blends with the crowd as he follows you home. he snickers to himself, fully aware of the irony that an idol is the one following a fan home, not the other way around. he just couldn't help it! he needs to make sure that his dearest fansite arrives home safely

yandere!idol!oikawa who had memorised sneaking into your house the moment you fall asleep. he smiles to himself at the obvious impact he has in your life. numerous pictures of him framed on your walls, his albums (both group and solo) displayed nicely on the shelves; and, of course, your precious camera beside your computer, slowly importing all the photos of him

yandere!idol!oikawa who takes out his own camera and begins taking pictures of you. It doesn't matter that you're asleep and unaware of his actions. besides, ignorance is bliss, right?

i always had this trope in my head. a sasaeng! idol x fansite! reader, which is ironic since it's typically the fan who is heavily obsessed with the idol, not the other way around. for those unfamiliar with the term, a sasaeng is an obsessive fan who invades a celebrity's privacy, and usually have an unhealthy parasocial relationship with them. think breaking into their dorms, stealing personal items, stalking their family, etc. these types of fans are heavily criticised within the fandom, and for good reasons too (as more often than not, they do more harm than good to the idol's wellbeing)