#koutaroulogy

[koutaroulogy]

oh wow hey- i made another insta smau :0 and it's suga-san this time :00

this time it's more of a meme based on a facebook post in my language (kung alam nyo guys HAHAHAH)

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like the back of my hand . miya atsumu

genre: fluff, domestic

warnings: baby fever, crying tsumu because i'm an absolute sucker for breaking his heart with love and healing it afterwards with love too lmao

details: even through a blindfold, your son still knows his father in and out. based off of this video of the same social experiment

note: thank you for 100 followers- your love and support is the true reason why i am standing up strong ♡

word count: 200 or so- i don't like word counts

mayday masterlist

your husband hasn't seen his baby boy ever since he left for the olympic games for a few months. and so, you decided to reunite them while he stayed in japan during the annual msby reunion games... with a little social experiment in mind.

"go and tell me which one's daddy, sweetheart," e/c eyes dripping with honey are aimed at your tiny tot poking at the cloth around his eyes. he looked up to the sound of your voice and murmured.

"i pick which one, 'ma?"

"yes love. mommy will help you," you took his hand and guided him along as he stumbled blindly to the first person in front of him.

his tiny hands drifted along the person's face. he could feel the ridges of the nose, the black hair curling and a subtle scowl that made him stop and say, "nuh-uh."

you laughed quietly into your palm as you watched sakusa rub at his face with a towelette before walking towards one of the benches, seemingly disinterested but curious enough to stay put in his place.

the young boy poked at a pair of slightly calloused cheeks, eyed narrowed under his blindfold at the muffled laughs from the person in front of him that gave away that this was not his beloved papa.

the next person he touched had a wide smile and hooted; a dead giveaway that this was actually his uncle bokuto. excited to see where this small game was headed to, the toddler hobbled along towards the next one.

this time- this person had a familliar facial form; a familliar pair of lips, hair and shape of eyes that made everyone hold their breath in anticipation.

the tot's face morphed into confusion until he felt the small smile under his cupped palms shift. he tapped along the ears and poked the cheeks and hair until the child finally came to a conclusion.

"is that daddy, baby?" you called albeit teasingly, his real father fidgeting in his place as he was torn between rushing to hold him in his arms and letting the plan run its course.

"nuh-uh. 'tis not papa."

the small child pouted, still a bit confused over the whole thing.

'tis uncle samu!"

laughing quietly, the brunette kissed the equally brunette kid on the forehead and set him down.

"how did you know that it wasn't daddy, baby?"

the toddler puts a finger up to his lips in mock thought and replied through the lisp in his growing teeth,

"uncle samu smiles a lot, but daddy has a very big smile when i see him on the tv!"

"you watch me? a lot?" atsumu whispered, too struck with emotion to even notice his teammates and brother in the background gazing at the scene with mixed expressions.

"how could we not?" you answered with a rhetorical question of your own, eyes watery as you held up your son towards him at arms length whilst his hands full of baby fat pulled at the blindfold.

atsumu almost burst into tears right then and there as his baby, the child you had bore and the exact copy of him raises his lips and opens his caramel eyes- in a way that replicates his own- made both of your hearts warm.

"found you, daddy!"

"yep- daddy's got you, baby."

he doesn't let himself hold the small teardrops in as he cups the tiny palms of his son; you holding him up and giving him so much love through your eyes that atsumu could feel it in the pounding of his heart and in the warmth of his tears.

wherever you are and whatever you may have become, i'll always know you like the back of my hand. i loved you, and still i do.

[koutaroulogy]

pink - fluff

blue - angst

orange - hcs

red - smut

purple - dark content

green - smau

GENERAL

omega manager

hq men aesthetics

hq men who finger you

hq men and their breeder balls

CHARACTERS

k. akaashi | slowly lulling |

k. bokuto | caught in the act ft miya a. | kinktober captain 2020 |

s. hinata | estrella |

s. hirugami | serein |

h. iwaizumi | the somnial effect | cum eating |

t. kuroo | boyfriend smaus | friends w/ benefits |

t. kageyama | con/noncon |

s. kita | stepcest |

k. kozume | cockwarming |

a. miya | boyfriend smaus | puppyboy | hc i |

o. miya | puppyboy |

t. oikawa | she | still here | cum eating | ddlg | edging |

k. sugawara | thoughts about winter | crush texts |

r. suna | comfort smau |

y. terushima | stuckage |

k. tsukishima | victory |

h. yachi | tribbing |

SERIES

inarizaki groupchat smau!

- part i

-??

hq teams as disney movies:

- seijoh

- inarizaki

- karasuno

- fukurodani

- nekoma

- shiratorizawa

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still here ; oikawa t.

genre: fluff

warnings: fluff- and tooru's a little cheesy lol.

details: in his heart, you're his home; for home is where the heart beats. a happy birthday to our favorite scrawny flatass tooru oikawa!

notes: short drabble reposted from wattpad! requested by @eunoique . love u gia!

word count: 450+, edited

a freshly-showered tooru heaved as he tried to lift his suitcase up the flight of steps.

"y/n?!" he called for said person from below the steps, "i'm home!"

yet no one answered.

home again after a week-long volleyball tourney, tooru wanted nothing more than to embrace his wife and burrow into the bedsheets that smelled of her scent, making him feel all the more homesick.

he looked from shoulder to shoulder to check if his wife was there, but no one else showed up.

he shrugged before he left his suitcase lying on the floor as it is and jumped onto the bed.

the brunette wanted to wait for his wife and greet her with his signature smile and bear hug, but the fatigue and jet lag seems to be going well against his body.

no longer than that, he had already fallen asleep while dreaming of alien spaceships; sweet, honest smiles and falling in love all over again.

"did I wake you?"

he grumbled, looking up with sleep-induced eyes to see his wife beside him. once his brain registered her features, tooru snaked his arm aound her waist and went back to snoozing. she smiled and continued running her hands through his hair as one would weave strands across a loom.

"comfy, aren't you?" she snickered and retracted her digits. he whines, setter hands putting her fingers back where they belonged. the both of them sat still and enjoyed the peace, her fingers weaving through his locks while his eyes stayed awake to stare at the buttons littering her white sweater.

"is it morning already?" he asks a little while after, his wife pausing her petting to look at the alarm clock situated on their bedside table.

"mhm," y/n hummed, "It's still four in the morning, tooru."

"good," he went silent, pondering over something before he opened his mouth to continue that hanging word,

"if this is a dream, i don't want to wake up."

"why do you think so, amor?" she mused, rubbing his temple and tooru felt himself more into her side as he relished in the feeling.

"in a little while, we will have to go to work again. and i won't see you until volleyball practice is over. this moment," he gestured with a sluggish movement, "is like a dream. i'll miss you, 'm missing you a lot"

y/n giggled, the sound permeating through the still air like a body had been submerged into cold water.

"tooru, you idiot. saying cheesy stuff at four in the morning."

"but i'm your idiot!"

"tooru- i'm warning you-"

"fine, i'll shut up now querida."

and because they both knew that the moment the sunlight hits the windows of their apartment, this little moment will shatter- and they'll be back to wherever they were in reality before.

in their small haven, they embraced each other in comfortable silence, with their body language saying,

"i need you" "i'm here" "i love you"

wherever you are, home is still here.

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my brain spent a whole day cumming out these chaotic insta smaus of tsumu and tetsu's random boyfriend texts because i just know they'd say something like this.

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time lapses . miya osamu

genre: angst and fluff, domesticity

warnings: :)) , mentions of a panic attack

details: growing old with osamu has never been so blissful.

notes: dedicated to my nine month old cousin baby marigold, who lived and died with the brightest galaxy in her dull eyes. i will love you and miss you always. burn bright out there starshine ♡

word count: 👁👄👁

mayday masterlist

osamu miya did not remember the first time when he knew that he loved you. he only knew the fact that he spiralled into it at a three-sixty no-scope, at a pace of five hundred miles per hour. although he plummeted into the caress of love at a bullet train's speed, he settled slowly- refusing to give his straining feelings the time of the day until he was sure you reciprocated his feelings.

you returning his feelings must've been a one in a million chance granted for him because you did. you loved him just as he loved you.

seconds. minutes. hours. days. months. years. your wedding passed. so did your honeymoon. yet time slowed as you bore the sad news of your newborn daughter.

"my baby... is blind?"

you began to cry. osamu couldn't help himself either as he hugged the both of you into his chest.

"we'll get through it baby," osamu whispers in reassurance though it wasn't only for you. "we'll do this together like always."

on your twentieth anniversary- he told you he fell for the stars in your eyes, and you laughed.

"what stars?" you grinned bitterly, feeling for his hand and cupping it to your cheek, "i can't even see them at all."

his heart cracked a little, and he gazed on sadly as you opened your eyes to reveal dull irises, darker than the sky they were underneath in, darker than the day the doctor asked you what you could see.

"blurry," you told him, "eveything is all blurry."

oftentimes, your baby girl ask him a lot of questions and he answers them patiently, slowly and clearly as he was teaching a child how to read the abc's for the first time.

you watched your baby feel through her palms and laugher a little as she squealed when she touched the plush onigiri her father gave her. osamu watched for a split second as your eyes brightened a bit and faded back to dark.

but you pulled through memorizing the braille, the bullying neighbors who didn't mind their own business, breaking down sessions and the panic attacks- standing up strong with his help and the both of you making it to where you were now.

"i used to remember the color of the sky," your fingers traced magic circles and stars onto his withered palms, "but i forgot about it now."

he laughs and grasped your hand tightly in his, wise old eyes looking through the children who resembled a bit of them and a bit of their own children.

"you'll remember it someday."

his tone was reassuring even though you weren't at all worried, and your smiling face buried itself into his neck.

yet he'll always accept you for what you are and what you wanted to be.

always, always.

even as osamu stood at the grave, his daughter crying silently by his side- he had learned to accept it.

"dad?"

"yes?"

"was..." the woman in her thirties hesitated. she had been too scared to ask you that question as if it would hurt your feelings when you were alive.

"was mom born blind?"

"she hasn't told you yet? even when you're thirty four and your daddy's become an old man?"

"i- i've wanted to..."

he stares at the sky for a moment, the letters of condolences all neatly picked and shuffled like a deck of cards in pale withered hands.

"your mom wasn't born blind," he continues as he stared, graymetal eyes looking into the same e/c eyes he had fallen in love with- almost every day, every minute, and every second of this lifetime.

"you were born blind, and so mom-" osamu crinkled the letters and smoothed them over as if his palms didn't just dig into the crisp paper.

"y/n wanted you to see the world as she had. so- your mom gave you her eyes."

always, always.

till death do us part.

the assumption that what blind people who can open their eyes and see black is not all correct. it depends on the situation their eyes have experienced. some people see black, some people cannot see color, and others can only see total blurriness and fleeting lights.

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growing up . kuroo t.

genre: angst, unrequited love

warnings: paen <3 also includes details about the movie 'roman holiday'. i recommend you watch it if you're up for a romcom flick.

details: pining and growing, the realization that you can fall out of love just as easily as you can fall in love too hits you when you're all grown up.

note: for best experience, listen to grow as we go by ben platt.

word count: edited, 300 or so- i meesed up the word count fck-

mayday masterlist

kuroo often remembers your last conversation like it was a phonograph droning through his head.

"how long does this usually take?"

"seven minutes- more or less."

he watched your fingers slip through the pre-made loopholes of hair, watching it twirl around intertwined strands that were rooted to the scalp of your head.

"you're damn fast at braiding too. you're quick at everything except submitting your assignments and tests."

"a habit i got since kindergarten," you shrugged, continuing to twist your hair like a weaver moving the strands of a loom, "and i'm not slow. you're just naturally faster at shit like that. "

"you miss homeroom a lot. i had to cover for your sorry ass all the time," he snickered when you gave him a dirty look and threw the hairbrush at him with your free hand. you looked at him with the same familiar pout he had seen on you ever since you were small children.

"do you really not mind waiting for me, tetsu?"

"nope. but you still gotta hurry up, slowpoke," i wouldn't mind, even if you had me wait for a hundred years.

"i hate you," you grumbled. he laughed and gazed at you with soft, tender eyes similar to what joe bradley and princess ann would give each other when they were together.

but he was not gregory peck, and you weren't audrey hepburn. you were just young people fresh out of college; immediately thrown into the crazy wild, wild world. you weren't lovers like the crown princess and the reporter who zipped through traffic on their vespa scooter. you were both childhood friends on the cusp of adulthood and turnabouts in making big decisions.

"you know- i've already decided where i would go in the next spring."

"where are you going?"

tetsuroo ultimately decided that decisions were troublesome.

"i'm going to america."

and who was he kidding?

"oh. that's far."

"no shit, sherlock," you guffawed and picked at the rubber bands littering your white tee printed with tacky statements like 'MOOSE ARE NOT MEESE' or 'NO LITTERING ALLOWED'.

"so when are you moving?"

"the day after tomorrow."

he offers you a playfully hurt look although his nails dug itself into his palms.

"how could you tell me this late?" the raven-haired male complained, throwing one of the pillows in your face.

"got busy. you know how college is. i'm not as nerdy as you are, mister-i-graduated-earlier-than-you," your voice came out muffled and became clearer as you took the pillow off your face only to throw it at him again.

you faced your ceiling and tetsuroo followed your gaze towards the plastic stars stuck above you.

"it's time for me to move on with life. so should you,"

"you mean just you. i'll be stuck here in tokyo so i can keep chasing all the good ones for the volleyball teams playing next season."

you grinned at him and he stared back.

if this little world; this barren soil in which you took up kingdom; this lithe space you made in the crevices of his chest would stay- then he'd have no other reason for wanting to stay behind you and watch while you're off to soar to new heights.

your expression turned sentimental.

"it's time to grow up now, testu."

birds were meant to be let out so they can be free to spread their wings and fly. whenever they felt like they needed sanctuary and homes, they'd approach the trees providing shade and branches to rest on.

but birds flew and they had wings. trees don't. they stay true to their roots and ever so slightly wave their branches. this cycle, it all connects.

just like a bird, you were meant to spread your wings to america. just like a tree tetsuroo stays rooted to the ground waiting for you.

trees may have not have the ability to reach the clouds like birds can, but they can grow.

but kuroo was a stubborn root. a provocative young man who loathed decisions and loved his childhood friend so much that he waited, and he kept waiting.

'wasn't he perfect for someone else?' he thinks oftentimes, and his heart wavers.

and suddenly he remembered your crazy widespread grin that made you look like someone plotting to commit arson and those tacky little I ♡ NATURE tees you'd wear to sleep because you'd claim them to be of upmost comfort.

no, kuroo lets a small sigh slip through his lips.

he wouldn't exchange them for anything else.

as the lanky young man watched you board the airplane, you turn back, see him through the windows and waved. he waves back.

he figures he has to let go of you now.

feelings can only linger; they hover over your heart like a big slow blimp in the sky disappearing from your point of view- but this friendship, this relationship made of childhood moments, teenage dreams and young adult romances will always stay.

'i hope you'll look back and smile at me like you always do because everytime, everyday, i love you.'

but the love that was made of you and him were not forever.

kuroo guessed it was time for him to grow up too.

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she . oikawa t.

genre: angst, unrequited love

warnings: tissues needed for a sobfest i guess <3

details: paen <33

note: this isn't my first songfic but it is my first haikyuu entry that i've been bawling my eyes out after i finished proofreading this. good luck, you'll need tissues for this ♡

word count: 400 words or so? not sure tbh

am i allowed, to look at her like that?

Oikawa Tooru was known as the captain of the Seijoh Boys Volleyball Team, best known for his killer serves. The ace setter was also very attractive, with dark brown hair swept outwards and the same coffee colored eyes.

could it be wrong, when she's just so nice to look at

There's always something normal about the way his days go by. Girls come up to flirt with him, and he flirts back. Guys come to congratulate him or give him a half-assed comment about how he gets the trophies and the girls and that it really wasn't fair to hog them all the time.

and she smells like lemongrass and sleep

Life wasn't fair. He's had his fair share of losses and arguments. 

she tastes like apple juice and peach

But life didn't smile down at him at all the moment when he suddenly saw the girl at the library. Her H/C hair framing her face as she sat on the seat by the windows, reading her book.

you would find her in a polaroid picture

By the sight of the sunlight around her figure like a halo, Tooru thought she was an angel.

she means everything to me

He wanted to talk to her, tell her she looked so pretty. Say a pickup line or two, or consider on asking her out on a date.

i'd never tell

no, i'd never say a word

But for some reason, Tooru hid behind the bookshelf and continued to watch her read. He looked at her lips which were mouthing a certain word or smiled when she laughed softly at a particular scene.

and oh it aches

but it feels oddly good to hurt

His stalkerish behavior was interrupted by Iwaizumi clamping a hand on his shoulder.

"What are you looking at, Trashka-hmmph!"

"Be quiet Iwa-chan!" He hissed, not wanting the girl to know of their presence. Tooru pointed at the girl who was still immersed in her story to notice anything.

and she smells like lemongrass and sleep

"You know her?"

she tastes like apple juice and peach

"Hm.. Her? She's L/N Y/N from my class. She's quiet. What's she to you?"

you would find her in a polaroid picture

Immediately, Tooru opened his mouth to say something, but nothing would come out.

His description of her wasn't enough.

She's the kind of girl you'd see in a vintage album, smiling so softly and so serenely that you'd think she was captured by a camera unknowingly. She's the kind of girl who you would've loved to talk to on lonely nights at three in the morning. She's the kind of girl who's words you'd want to hear from, her voice as refreshing as lemonade on a hot, scorching summer day.

She was ethereal.

An enigma.

She was....

and she means everything to me

"She. She's a she..."

Hajime gave him an incredulous look.

"Idiot. Seriously Trashykawa? Just go talk to her or something!"

"Not yet. I'm waiting for the right time Iwa-kun."

How long would the right time come?

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Ten years later, Tooru was still alone.

How long would the right time come?

Should it have been ten years before? Or the moment he saw her by the windows?

When they won a match and she came to see the game, did he ask her? No.

When it was prom day, did he ask her? No.

When they meet in in a college party, did he ask her? No.

And everytime they met, he convinced himself that it wasn't the right time yet.

But if they did meet on accident, or met on conversation, he didn't think she'd care to think about his volleyball career or his dashing looks or his personality.

People would always feel something for him if they meet. Girls would flock to him in adoration, while boys huddled in groups to envy him as he passed by.

and i'll be okay admiring from afar

But even if he were to shout her name in the middle of a crowd or a lonely place, she'll simply smile and walk away.

She feels nothing, because she looks on ahead.

She feels nothing, because she's got someone else already.

Yet to him it always comes to meeting the right person at the wrong time.

But he had always hoped that she'd open her eyes and see him as the only one in the room.

cause even when she's next to me we could not be more far apart

And he concludes his deduces.

and she smells like birthday cake and storytime and fall 

Despite Tooru's status and personality, she never did judge him like other people would.

but to her, i'd taste like nothing at all

In fact, she never noticed him at all.

And as he sits on the kitchen island, thinking about the girl with dimples on her cheeks and rarely-there smiles, he'd come to the realization that he had fallen so deeply in love with her that he might never ever get back to the surface and end up drowning in his love for her.

He felt it through the short summer days and the long winter nights. He felt it through the gentle sunbeams that pierced through the library windows. He felt it through the warm touch that lingered that one time she dropped her book and he picking it up for her. He felt the honest love. The harsh longing.

He felt everything.

Tooru's hazel eyes widened at this revelation. The tears came, seeping through his eyes and dripping down his cheeks as he comes undone.

He weeps for her, but who is weeping for him?

"My heart hurts so much that I don't think I can breathe anymore."

"Who will love me when I'll be busy loving you?"

And he secretly watches from the outsider's point of view- her twirling in her wedding dress, having kids with the man of her dreams, and growing old together, he confirms his true feelings, altogether saying,

"You'll forever be my 'she', even if I wasn't your 'he' all the same."

and she smells like lemongrass and sleep

she tastes like apple juice and peach

you would find her in a polaroid picture

she means everything to me