shini

why do we know, but act like we don't?

[tobioismylove]

LIVING IN FANTASY

—shini, she/her, 18+

—i only write for haikyuu characters at the moment.

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© tobioismylove 2021 – Please do not repost, translate or copy my works. All these fanfictions belong to me. Any similarities to other stories are just purely coincidence.

[growasmileforawhile-deactivated]

[imm0bulus-blog]

I started following this girl and her whole dash ended up these. And her last post. I can’t even say words. Anons took her life. If that okay with you, then carry on with your day. If you agree this is unacceptable and okay, then reblog and spread the word. What you say can actually change a persons life! So help out

I don’t care if this makes your dash look ‘ugly’, no matter what type of blog you have you should reblog it.

[gr9--gatsby]

If you can’t reblog this, I pity you as a human being.

[sockiepie-deactivated20170426]

;~;

[ask-doctor-jadusable-deactivate]

[blood-blossom]

This is sickening. This is why I fuckin hate most anons. Most are just pure assholes. Bullies. But I realized something. They only hate on others cause their life is miserable. So they make others miserable to try and be happy. They need something to vent their pain on

[bongsausage]

No…..I will always Reblog this….This just isn’t right

[rayyyyofsunshineeeee]

if you don’t reblog shame on you..

[circasim]

So honestly think twice, and even actually think way moooooore than twice before sending anon hate and ending up being a cyber murderer…

[pixelunivairse]

[ladyhayny]

Okay, I never reblog things, but this? people have no excuse to be treating others like that, nothing can justify your terrible actions, you horrible people, I feel so mad at those assholes.. I mean come on! The world would be a better place if you kept your shitty opinions for you, it’s not my fault if you’re an asshole but at least you could keep it for yourself instead of making the world an ugly place….

[ask-ghost-feli]

//This is awful. Why would you do something like this? How can you be so fucking cruel  to other person that didn’t do anything to you? This is just… Horrible and you’re a horrible person, you have no excuses.

[ask-angel-romano-archives-deact]

I’m sorry but why the fluff do you do this? Does it bring you some sick joy to see someone break down? To be the reason why an actual person kills themselves? Not only in it just plain wrong but you can be given fines and even be arrested for that. And don’t think you’ll never be caught because you’re on anon. The police can easily trace your I.P address and track you down. Please, a little bit of constructive criticism is fine, sometimes even asked for. But this is horrible.

[ask-angel-romano-archives-deact]

Oh~ And I’ve found something for these anons. If this happens actually anyone can find you with an easy search.

Here is a Tumblr post that tells people what to do.

[ask-aph-belarusian-figure-s-blog]

That’s the most disgusting thing possible. Why would anyone encourage someone to commit suicide? If anyone’s sending those messages to you, ignore them. You are good, you are brave, you are beautiful. It might not feel that way at the minute, but wait. Hold on a little longer, and I swear it will all work out.

[ask-alien-usa]

This is disgusting. Please know that you are all worth it. You are all needed in some way and that you matter. Don’t let anyone damper that.

[thegreatficmaster-deactivated20]

Well, we see all this shit going about…

Here’s an example of why u DON’T send hate…

Stop with that shit and go find something that’s gonna give u some sort of joy, cos spreading this hate isn’t gonna do shit for u, or anyone else.

Stop…and move on with ur life…

[leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid]

See this right here is part of what almost killed me last summer. I had other stuff going on mentally but seeing in my inbox over and over again negative things the monsters in my head were saying too just pushed. Pushed so far I was ready, made a plan, and waited for my family to leave the house so I could be alone to go through with my plan. Kind people saved me from myself but there are too many unkind people out there who are pushing and pushing those already on the edge. Stop pushing before you cause someone to go over that edge. It doesn’t solve anything, it just causes problems for people you don’t even know about.

[magicmadiplier-deactivated20191]

This really puts things into perspective. To anyone who may be facing this: I believe in you.

[zombii-pandaa]

Humans can be so cruel, this actually breaks my heart. Spread love, not fear, hate and pain. We are all in this world together, and deserve to be here, there isn’t a good reason for us to hate one another so much

[hot-wiings]

Anon hate disgusts me.

[danganronpa-madness-imagines]

I normally repost nothing on this blog, but this is disgusting. How can people do such a thing? People these days are so cruel and sick.

[danganronpa-h3adcanons]

I can believe it, people still actually do this? As a victim of bullying for my entire life, it breaks my heart to see people getting treated the way I did. Please know that your words have meaning, many people I know have tried committing suicide and I almost lost them. Please, please, please, don’t ever do this. Ever.

You could take someone’s life without even knowing it.

I agree, this is disgusting it also breaks my heart that others do this and that others have to go through this. Like she said please know that your words have meaning even if those words don’t seem like it has meaning it does not matter. I do not have the experience with almost or losing someone but I do know others who do and it’s the darkest time for them it breaks my heart…

[butterflyflowergarden-deactivat]

[fangirleaconmigo]

Angst fics can help people come to terms with their own grief, begin healing, or give people that good cry that they need.

Smut fics can help people affirm and accept their sexuality. It can help them explore their sexuality in a safe way. They can also just be fun, and having fun is a drastically undervalued way to improve your mental health.

Dark fics can help people face their fears or process their trauma. It can make them feel safer and more secure. It can help them find their courage.

Fluff fics can give people rest and respite and comfort. It can give them hope that soft places exist and that maybe there is one out there for them. It can bring up their mood, which, if they have depression, can be a life saver.

And every fic people write makes someone feel less alone.

Point being, just because a particular thing doesn’t serve you, doesn’t mean it lacks value.

This is not to say that we have to consume all fic uncritically. Of course not. It is just to say that entire “genres” aren’t trash or lacking value just because they don’t serve you.

[seijorhi]

Unprofessional

as promised, the MSBY manager AU 💕 

MSBY Black Jackals x female reader

TW non-con, smut, gang-bang, nsfw(ish)

You second guess yourself, now that the Captain’s right here in front of you, fidgeting in your seat like a little kid sent to the principal’s office.

In all fairness, you were the one to ask him to come in early, figuring that it’d be easier to say what you needed to before everyone else arrived, rather than having it eat away at you while you waited for practice to end.

Yet under the scrutiny of his dark eyes, you wonder whether you should have just let it slide. At least for a few more weeks. Taking a formal complaint to the higher ups was a step too far, and you hadn’t wanted to bother the coaches this close to the start of the season for something so… trivial. Meian seemed like the better choice. He’d listen to you and be able to help; you trust the Captain and you know the team does, too. If he told them to back off, they would, you’re almost positive. But now that he’s here, there’s this nagging feeling of-

A hand touches your shoulder, and you flinch at the sudden contact, jerking back to the present. 

“Hey,” he says, a slight frown marring his features. “Whatever it is, you can talk to me - don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been a little out of it lately.”

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[ichigomis]

atsumu hates her.

hates the way her lips curl up into a friendly smile as she tells him about his day, hates the way she put in the effort to dress up and look nice for him, hates her expectant eyes and flushed out cheeks.

but he smiles back anyway, a half-meant smirk and chuckle. he tells her she looks pretty and asks her where she got that new dress from, though he's not that interested. he holds her hand, walking on the outer side of the road like he's supposed to. he holds the restaurant door open, pulls the chair for her to sit on, and hands her the menu like he's expected to.

atsumu hates her, though he has no real reason to.

but then he watches her as she takes a pair of wooden disposable chopsticks, breaks them in half with ease, and eats her ramen.

and it all just comes back to him—it's eight in the evening and his stomach grumbles from the aftermath of training, you sit in front of him, inspecting the wooden chopsticks as if it were some kind of bomb.

it comes back to him—you refusing his help as you break yet another pair of chopsticks, your pout as you insist that “you’ll get it this time”, the way you puff your cheeks in frustration as you ponder on whether you should just ask for a fork.

“split decision!” you excitedly whispered to yourself as you finally broke a pair of chopsticks perfectly in half, waving the utensils in front of him proudly. and he would just stare at your face, that stupid little excited face he loves so much, and laugh at your antics.

“split decision,” he whispers to himself now, looking down at the pair of wooden chopsticks in his hands, split yet broken.

“what is it tsumu?” she asks, looking up from her bowl of ramen and eyeing him curiously.

tsumu.

his name always sounded better when it tumbled out of your lips.

it sounded sweeter coming from the strained sound of your voice as you say his name in between chuckles and giggles. it sounded just right coming from your sleepy groans, pushing him off the bed as he kissed you awake, much earlier than you had asked him to. it sounded so much better coming from your gentle whispers, hands roaming around his hair and calm tingles coursing through his body as you peppered kisses on his face.

and it even sounded better coming from your defeated sigh as you walked out the door and out of his life.

it was you.

you were better for him, only you.

he clenches his fists and gets up, he needs to see you. he needs to tell you he's sorry, that he made a mistake, that he wishes he could just take back the time, and take you back to him.

but then he sees her, eyes wide in question. the same eyes you'd given him when he would come home later than usual, the same furrowed brow when he stopped talking about his life, the same nervous tremble of the lip when he stopped being there for you.

“next time you rope a girl around your life,” he remembers the way he watched you look back at him one last time, your luggage in one hand and keys on the other, “promise me tsumu, that you’ll never hurt her the way you hurt me.”

he sits back down and offers her a weak smile, “sorry, déjà vu.”

his chest feels tight and his eyes sting. he wants to scream and run away, it just doesn’t feel right.

but the least he could do was to show you that what you said that night mattered. that what you said meant something to him and that it always will.

that after all he's done and after all he's broken, he should at least keep his last promise to you.

p.s.: cried to olivia rodrigo's deja vu and got this little idea rbs are appreciated! *head pats* » m. list

[tobioismylove]

I need some good haikyuu angst with no comfort. Just pure angst and tragedy :)

[guerrillatech]

[ikemensworld]

They look the same...no? Only me? Ok.👩🏽‍🦯

[tobioismylove]

They do...in my eyes at least

[tobioismylove]

I dreamt about getting railed by Muzan

[tobioismylove]

Forbidden Love

pairings: Sugawara Kōshi x reader (f)

genre: angst, royal!au

warnings: I don't really think there's any... oh and Sugawara uses quite an old language (?)/Shakespearean English

summary: A forbidden love story between the Princess and Butler that took place in the late 19th century.

note: this is probably the shittiest story I've ever written :D but I still wanted to get it out of my drafts.

You squint your eyes as you walk out of the mansion through the backdoor, the bright sunlight shining directly on your face. A smile curved up your lips upon seeing the grey haired guy hanging the laundries.

"Good morning, Your Royal Highness." The butler who was previously hanging the white sheets stopped his actions to give you a proper bow and greetings as he saw you approaching him. "Do you need help with the laundry? Or you could've just asked the maids to do it." Still in the bowing posture, he replies, "I thank thee for your concern, Your Royal Highness, but 'tis my job as this mansion's servant. And I had some free time in my hands so I took over the chore."

"Kōshi, I told you to drop the formalities when talking to me." He only smiles, straightening his posture before going back to his work. "It would cause thee problems if His Highness sees the two of us together." Heaving out a soft sigh, you pulled him behind the wide white sheets hanging on the string, away from the view of the mansion's residents. "Ma'am–"

"Call me by my name, please. There's no one around here." You gently took off the glove from one of his hands before interlacing your fingers with his. "I missed you, Kōshi." The butler, or who you preferred to call as your boyfriend, flashes you a smile as he places his free hand on your waist before pulling you closer. "My beloved seems to be free from fear as e'er." He leans to place a quick kiss on your lips. "But I myself am not as fearless. Get back inside the mansion, I pray thee."

Giggling, you gave him back his white glove before backing away from his hold. "Okay, I'll spare you a heart attack and do as you say."

"No need to worry thy pretty little head, for I'll be at thy door when the moon has risen." He wore his glove and watched as your lips curved up into a big wide smile before you walked back into the mansion. And he too returns to his chores, the heat of your lips still lingering against his.

Though Sugawara is scared of the consequences he has to face if the King or Queen ever found out about his relationship with you, he was actually glad that you could lean on him whenever needed.

Because you, who was born with the royal blood running through your veins, living your whole life caged up in this mansion from anyone's view, only had him.

Your parents had always kept your existence a secret from the rest of the world aside from the residents of this mansion, for they thought that a female should have never been brought into their family and that it's a shame. Not having any other option, they kept you a secret, forbidding you from going anywhere else outside this mansion.

Then, after a few years, your younger brother was born. He, who had always looked down on you, shared no happy memories with you. That's when you had accepted your fate and lived your life whilst bearing the pain of your own family treating you like a stranger.

By the time Sugawara joined as the new servant, you were already 17 years old. Realizing that he was merely only two years older than you, you had tried befriending him. As a servant, he of course politely declined your offer many times.

But when he learnt about your past from the other servants and noticed how your expression would drop whenever he refused you, he couldn't resist you any longer.

You needed someone to talk to, and he genuinely wanted to be there for you. And so he did, both of you keeping each other company and building a strong relationship together.

As the skies turned dark and the bright waxing crescent rose up with sparkling stars accompanying it, Sugawara softly knocked on your wooden door to let you know of his presence.

Opening the door, you smiled up at your boyfriend in his sleepwear, a thick, hard covered book in his hand. "Don't tell me you're gonna read...again." You frowned, letting him into your room before shutting the door. "Aye, I am planning on finishing this book tonight." He says, giving you a kiss on your forehead. "Then what about me?"

"I would never dream of reading this whilst thou art still awake. I will only read after thee fall asleep." He sits down on the couch placed in the corner of your room, and you join him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Though you should be sleeping too?"

"There are only a few pages left. I'm sure I'll be able to read them within an hour or so." Holding your hand and bringing it up to his lips, he pressed kisses on each of your knuckles. "You talk so elegantly." Your boyfriend smiled, a fake look of confusion taking over his face. "Whatever you could mean by that?"

"Everyone in this mansion uses quite a modern English. But yours is different, speaking like those words written by Shakespeare. I wonder why?"

"Maybe it's because I read too much of his works?" You let out a hearty laugh, lightly pinching his thigh. "Kidding who? Didn't you say that it's because you were raised by your grandparents who spoke early modern English?"

"Why go through the trouble of asking if you have already acknowledged?"

Japanese blood ran through Sugawara's veins as his father was Japanese. But both his parents had left him at his grandparents' here in France, saying that it was better to grow up here before they left for Japan.

His grandparents passed away due to sickness when he was at the age of 18, his parents never came back to the funeral, and that's when he came over to work at your mansion for a living.

"Kōshi?" He hums a response, his thumb caressing over your knuckles. "Should we run away together, one day? Far away from this place?" You felt his body stiffening as you raised your head to look up at him. "That's, quite not appropriate, my love." You raised your hand to rest it on his cheek, caressing over the mole that stood under his left eye. "You always answer that with the same words."

"Thou art asking me the same question, for I should respond thee with the same answer." He smiles, gently pushing you back on the couch as he straddles you. "We're still young. And I believe His Highness would understand and approve of our relationship once we explain it to him in the future." He lowered himself, kissing along your jawline, replacing all your thoughts with the heat of his body pressed against yours.

"I thought you wanted to finish that book by tonight?" You teased, pointing at the book laying on the table with a bookmark between the pages. "That romance book can wait, for there is no better love story than ours at this moment." You giggled, and he pressed a kiss against your nose. "You're too good with your words."

"I shall show thee that I am not only good with words." And so he kissed your lips, love, lust and desperation evident in the kiss you both shared.

The two of you made love in your room, feelings words could not express delivered through the hot touches and sighs of pleasure.

You sat down at the table, brows slightly furrowed as you noticed your boyfriend wasn't in your sight, instead other maids were serving dinner for you and your family. The four of you ate in silence, the only thing audible to your ears were the sounds of the silverware making contact with the plate.

'Where is Kōshi? It's unusual for him to dump his chores on the maids.'

Your thoughts were interrupted by your father clearing his throat after chugging down his glass of water. "Y/N, you are to be married to the son of a great acquaintance of mine."

"P-Pardon..?" Your body freezed, the grip on your fork and knife tightening as confusion and anger bubbled up in your chest. "I've fixed a marriage for you with a great man. It's to be held next Wednesday."

"Excuse me, but why this arrangement all of a sudden? I'm still young to–"

"Why, 20 is the perfect age to get married." You swallowed hard, eyes casted down on your half eaten meal. "No...No, I don't want to get married to someone I don't know.!"

"Y/N! Do not raise your voice or go against your father's words.!" Your mother joins in and you glanced at her with tears blurring your vision. "Mom.. Please tell him I don't want to get married. Not to someone–"

"Why are you refusing? Is it because of that butler of ours?" Your breath caught in your throat at your younger brother's words. "How.."

"I've seen him walking towards your bedroom past bedtime a few times before. I thought you were just asking him to run some ridiculous errands for you, but wow, never thought my daughter would be so disgraceful to fall in love with a lower class." Looking away from your father's smug face, you turned your gaze down to the table. "Where is he…"

Oh, you knew. You knew what words were going to come forth on your father's lips.

Not wanting to hear the answer for your question, you ran out of the dining room, making your way towards Sugawara's room.

"Please, be there. Please, please, please.! Let this be nothing but a nightmare." Reaching the wooden door, you pushed it open in a hurry only to be greeted with the coldness of the room. Too cold, the room was too empty, indicating that it indeed was lacking your boyfriend's presence.

You sank down to the ground, sobs escaping your lips as you clutched onto the fabric of your gown.

"You left...you really left without taking me with you.."

Sugawara arrived at his old, almost rundown house covered in dust and spider webs. He drops his bag filled with his belongings to the ground, and he too kneels down after, not minding the dirt getting on his pants.

"Should we run away together, one day? Far away from this place?"

"I should've done it sooner." He then shakes his head, clearing the thoughts away from his mind. "Nay, 'tis for your own good."

"Have you called for me, Your Highness?" Sugawara asks, his head slightly bowed as he stood in front of your father at the balcony. "Yes. I'll get straight to the matter." The younger guy gulped, grey hair fluttering due to the mild wind blowing.

Why did your father call him up here? Did he forget to do his chores? Or was it because he accidentally broke a plate in the kitchen?

"What's your relationship with my daughter?" His body froze, breath hitching at the King's question. Oh, how he hoped this was about him breaking the plate. "I'm just a butler who runs errands for Her Royal Highness."

"I advise you not to lie." A chill runs down his spine at the elder's words. "I... I'm in love with your daughter." He said, bracing himself for some sort of verbal abuse, or even physical abuse, but was greeted with none. "I arranged a marriage for her this Wednesday." Sugawara's eyes widened, his hand balled into a fist. "Your Highness, pardon me, but–"

"Do you think you can make her happy?" The question shuts him up. "She's a member of the royal family, so do you think she'll be satisfied with someone who can barely earn a living?" Your father sighs, walking past him before stopping mid way.

"Go, be gone. She'd be better off marrying someone with money."

The clock strikes an hour past midnight, the former butler not being able to sleep as he turned and tossed in his old bed. No, it's not the old worn out bed that kept him awake, instead it was the memories with you that cruelly kept his eyes open.

"'tis my sin for loving a maiden such as thee. And sin's pay is punishment, that I'm going through right now."

You were still in your gown, not bothering to change into your nightgown as you sat in your bed with your back pressed against the headboard. Your eyes fixed on the painted wall in front of you, still trying to process the fact that your love has left you.

A knock interrupted you, but you refused to move an inch, brushing it off as it was probably your parents at your door. But when the knocks got louder was when you noticed no one was at the door, instead it was at the glass door that leads to the small balcony.

"Kōshi..?!" Rushing out of the bed, you opened the glass door before throwing your arms around your boyfriend's figure. "Kōshi, I–"

"Shh, Y/N. I need you to listen to me and make a proper decision." He leads you to your couch, making you sit on it as he kneels down in front of you. "I would like thee to come with me, away from this place that you consider not a home."

"I'll come with you, Kōshi. Of course I will–"

"I pray thee to listen to me." He says, hushing you by pressing his finger against your lips. When you give him a nod, he retreats his hand away from your face to hold your hands. "I do not have the money to give you a luxurious life such as thou art experiencing right now."

"But if thee decide to marry him who thy father have fixed, you can live a life in luxury, for he can provide thee a comfortable life." He brings your hands to his lips, placing a kiss on each as his hazel-brown eyes gazed up at you with nothing but love. "Decide what's best for you."

"Kōshi, I do not care about money or a comfortable living place. For all I care about is love, which I can feel only when I'm with you. So, please, I pray thee to let me come with you." Your boyfriend chuckles with tears in his eyes before pulling you into his embrace. "I love you, Y/N. More than any words in the books I've read could describe."

"I love you too, Kōshi. Now, let us be away." He helps you throw in your clothes and belongings into a bag, before gently helping you out of your room through the balcony.

A silhouette watched from one of the mansion's windows as you sneaked out of the place with your lover. "Be away and arrive safely. I've turned my back on you for all these years, so I'll ask for forgiveness by turning a blind eye to your actions, my dearest sister."

©tobioismylove Do not repost or translate my works.

Reblogs are very much appreciated!!

[tobioismylove]

[09:37]

The sunlight seeps through the slightly opened curtains, golden rays shining directly on Oikawa's face. He grabs the pillow from under his head, placing it on top of his face to block out the bright light.

Despite the warmth the sunlight radiated, Oikawa's bed strangely felt cold due to the lack of your presence.

You're probably in the kitchen right now like any other day where the two of you would have sleepovers.

Yeah, that's probably it.

You're in the kitchen with his mom, brewing him a cup of black coffee, which was what you preferred to drink in the mornings, and he too had taken a liking to it after meeting you.

Oikawa moves the pillow away from his face, eyes still remaining closed as the smell of fried eggs and bacon hits his nose. A smile curved up his lips as he could picture you having a good talk with his mom in the kitchen while she makes breakfast for the two of you.

He finally opens his eyes, getting out of the bed and making his way to the kitchen to steal a quick kiss from you when his mom isn't looking.

When he stepped into the kitchen was when he finally woke up. It felt as if someone splashed cold water on his face. Only his mom stood there, flipping the bacon as she hummed a tune to herself. The place lacked your presence just like his bed earlier.

Right, you left. He drove you away.

It was around when they were going to have a match against Karasuno, Oikawa stressing too much, over practicing and forgetting to eat proper meals.

Whenever this happens, you are there for him, pulling him back to his right mind and reminding him to take care of himself more. Although he often snaps at you, you were always there for him. But that specific day was different.

You too had your limits, and he pushed you to it by calling you annoying, clingy and any other insults that occurred to him back then. No, he didn't mean any of those words he threw at you.

He regretted it the moment those awful words left his lips but never did he apologize. He should've. Maybe that way, you would've still been here, hugging him to sleep, reassuring him when his team lost against Karasuno, waking up next to him and brewing him a warm cup of coffee.

But it was too late to fix anything anymore. Arrogant he was, refusing to apologize to his own girlfriend which led him to where he is right now.

"Tōru, come sit. Breakfast is ready." His mother's voice once again snapped him back to the reality he dreaded. Sitting down at the table, he takes a sip of his coffee, the taste way too bitter against his tongue.

He can add all the sugar he wants, but it'll still taste bitter without you by his side.

© tobioismylove Do not repost or translate my works.

Reblogs are very much appreciated!!

[leon-is-a-hoe-for-muzan-deactiv]

So which is bigger his tiddies or his cock? 😆

His ego

[faetarou]

kei who lets you wear all his clothes, realising that he never liked them as much as he did when you wore them (we are not talking about the matching dinosaur onesies).

kei who has the default smile of a very self-confident smirk, but he smiles genuinely at you – a soft curve of the lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners, no sarcasm to be found, just affection.

kei who pretends to begrudge things like study dates and lunches together in the library, but feels so warm and satisfied when he leans over your shoulder to help you with a question, and you smile at him.

kei who holds your hand under tables, beneath jumper sleeves, in the midst of enormous crowds, because it makes him glad to feel your fingers twined with his.

kei who beats himself up for not being able to express the way his heart races at even a mention of you in words and tries to show it in kisses – slow, desperate, sometimes tasting of salt as he cries.

kei who loves it when you lie on top of him, so he can easily wrap his arms around you and intertwine your legs and know that you're here, you're safe, you're his.

kei who flicks your forehead affectionately, usually with an accompanying comment like "dumbass", every time you say something sentimental, though there's love in his eyes as he does it.

kei who makes endless playlists for you, each song picked so carefully, somehow conveying his love through the array of music so powerfully he can bring you to tears.

kei who reads books and then gifts them to you, his neat handwriting making notes in thee margins and underlining sweet passages with the caption 'this made me think of you'.

kei who shows his love through the little things rather than grandiose gestures, but you can still feel acutely just how much he cares from every brush of his lips.

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

[yutari]

— HAIKYUU BOYS AND ATTRACTIVE THINGS THEY DO

feat. iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, bokuto kōtarō, sakusa kiyoomi, matsukawa issei, miya atsumu, akaashi keiji, sawamura daichi

warnings. suggestive <3

IWAIZUMI lets his hand slip beneath the hem of your shirt whenever his fingers curl around your waist. he’ll scratch his nails across your skin and, if he’s been outside and his hands are cold, sneak them onto your back just to watch the way you jump. (and after you do, he’ll laugh, and bury his cold nose into your collar).

KUROO presses kisses behind your ears. he’ll brush your hair out of the way and let his lips trail from below your ear and down your jawline. you can always feel the way a smile begins to carve into his cheeks whenever he does, and he’ll always whisper little words of ardor into your skin when he’s done.

BOKUTO gets a little crooked smile whenever you laugh at something he says. it’s the kind of smile that you want to savor, one that isn’t as bright as his usual ones, one that’s reserved only for little moments. but it’s something about the crinkle at the corner’s of his eyes, something about the way he leans in and smiles like he couldn’t care about anything else when you’re laughing in front of him. you know he’s entirely dedicated to you in those moments.

SAKUSA furrows his brows when he concentrates. sometimes, you can see it on the court, the way he draws his brows together and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. he does it if he’s studying too, but other times, like when he’s laying in bed and brushing the hair out of your eyes, his fingers following the contours of your face, he’ll furrow his brows with a little smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

MATSUKAWA leans back in his chair and swirls whatever he’s drinking (scotch, more likely than anything), and he’ll watch you with these half-lidded eyes, his tongue poking at his cheek, drawing his gaze up and down as you speak. his cheeks are a little flushed, an easy smile pulling at his lips as he tilts his head and just listens.

ATSUMU always brushes your hair out of your face. no matter where he is in conversation, he’ll lean in ghost his fingertips across your face and tuck your hair behind your ear. if he’s not in the middle of telling a joke, if it’s a sweet moment, he’ll trace his thumb along the curves of your cheek before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

AKAASHI always asks you to roll up his sleeves when he wears a button up. the first few times, he’d ask you quietly in the morning, partnered with a whispered hello and a kiss to your cheek. now, though, you’re already standing in front of him, and he’s sleepily letting you guide him through the motions. he’s all half-lidded eyes and sloppy smiles, dragging your hands up to his lips to press kisses to your wrists.

DAICHI leans down to speak to you or to hear you in crowded places. he’ll bring his lips right next to your ear as he speaks, his voice low and a little gravelly, his laughter sweet when he sees the way goosebumps raise up and down your body at his tone. he does it to tease you sometimes, just to watch the way you react.

BONUS BRAINROT ❤︎ iwaizumi presses his fingertips into your thigh as he drives, one hand on the wheel and his thumb moving back and forth along your skin. kuroo makes you tie his ties for him, just to have you close to him in the mornings. sakusa and akaashi both mess with rings on their fingers whenever they get nervous. daichi, iwaizumi, matsukawa and kuroo wink at you whenever they catch you staring. matsukawa hums whenever he cooks or whenever he gets especially concentrated on something. atsumu likes to bite your lip before he pulls away from kissing you.

[tobioismylove]

WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED WHILE READING MATSUKAWA'S,,,took me a few minutes to calm down ngl 😩

[gojospup]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

characters. atsumu, sakusa, oikawa

includes. angst, cursed words, no happy ending,

+ sticky note. yeah, my first work in here is gonna be angst

☆ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 it was an old fight already, but it has drained every ounce of patience left in you. “Do you think it’s funny?!” You hiss, watching Atsumu chuckle dryly. “Yeah, ‘cause apparently my girlfriend thinks she is my fuckin’ mom! I don’t need to tell ya when or where I’m going out Y/N, it’s not like I’m cheating on ya, if that’s what yer worried about.” His words are filled with poison and your little heart couldn’t take it anymore, “Don’t— Don’t expect me to be home when you are back. I’m done.” Atsumu rolls his eyes, he thinks you were being dramatic but once he saw the lonely bag standing in the living room when he arrived from practice his whole body weakened. There is no trace of you and even with the note that says I’ll pick it up tomorrow he still calls for you. “Babe? Stop playing it’s not funny.” He mumbles opening each room searching for you, eyes growing glassy with each disappointment. Finally he drops his weight on the couch, clinging onto your bag as a scared kid because Miya Atsumu didn’t know what to do without you.

☆ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 he didn’t mean tell you that you were suffocating him and he didn’t mean to say that you were a mistake but sadly for Sakusa, you did mean what you said right after it. “Don’t worry Kiyoomi I won’t bother you anymore.” In the heat of the moment Sakusa’s lips were faster than his head and he didn’t even notice that he shot the final blow with two words. “Fucking finally!” Sakusa slammed the bathroom door closed making your whole body shiver. When he left for practice, he didn’t even notice you were packing your bags, quiet tears running down your cheeks. When he open the door again, Sakusa feel his chest tighten and a lump forming in his throat making it hard for him to even call your name in the darkness of the apartment “Y/N?” The curtains brushing against the walls is the only sound besides Sakusa’s shaky voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” he tries but there is no point in it. You are far gone. Clasping his fists Sakusa stares at the empty bed already missing the nights of endless chattering. “I didn’t mean to.” He mumbles again hoping you could hear those words.

☆ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 it was obvious he fucked up. “I’m happily single, I don’t know who that girl was.” The moment the lie fell from his lips he knew that mending it was barely possible. You have already communicated your insecurities to him and he gave you little comfort. “It’s for my image, princess, i swear.” But not acknowledging years of relationship in the big screen was definitely something else. Oikawa is not surprised that you are not home, you have left like this before and came back to him but he is truly taken aback by the key laying on the table and the absence of your clothes. “Princess, w-when are you coming back?” He whispers through the phone and you laugh bitterly making the six feet man tense. “We’ve been a couple for years, and you always treat me like a fucking stranger!” “I— don’t” He grasps the phone tighter, desperate to make you stay. “I deserve better.” And a dead silence settles in the line. Oikawa looks down, a muffled sob coming out of him because you are right. You do deserve better. But it’s when you say that you are not coming home that his voice cracks as he breathes a final i’ll change. Sadly, it’s too late for that.

[aleksblue-deactivated20211204]

8:17:12pm — PRESS PLAY

type: fluff + atsumu finds her playlist

feature: atsumu

note: rp + edited

Atsumu always wondered why she wore such over-sized hoodies, but now, he can’t really complain. It’s literally been pissing rain since early morning, as much as he wants to stay late and train, nothing is worth getting drenched during Satan’s hissy fit. Even Osamu ran off before he can hitch an umbrella with him.

Jackass.

He grits his teeth.

She had given him an extra hoodie – how many items of clothing do girls even keep in their locker anyway? – just when the bell rang. Honestly, he could always count on her to be prepared, he liked to roll with the punches, but still, still he wonders if bothers her just a little too much.

He thought about it for at least a split second.

Then he shrugs; he really doesn’t care.

Atsumu will bother her until the day he dies.

He slips on the hoodie, tugging the heavy white cotton over his head and is immediately engulfed in her scent. The faint hints of perfume remain and he can almost feel the lingering heat from her person. He can’t rationalize why exactly he inhaled her hoodie like an addict.

Tugging the hood over his head, he grabs his sports bag, pulling it over his shoulder and shoves his hands into the pockets.

That’s when he feels it.

The glass screen, plasticky wires and soft buttons. He frowns and pulls out the iPod connected by earphones. He stares at the piece of electronic with a blank face; who the hell still uses an iPod in this day and age?

Her, apparently.

Switching the power button on, Atsumu clicks the home screen and clicks the library.

Well, it’s not like he’s snooping. He just wants to know what types of music she listens to, maybe they can go to a concert just after midterms; he’s getting tired of listening to the same songs over and over again.

Atsumu slips on the earphones and scrolls down to playlists.

His fingers freeze when he comes across a certain title and his mouth parts.

Atsumu.

She made a playlist with his name on it.

There’s a sudden twist in his chest, painful and wonderful. The world tilts, leaving the hot rush of blood in his ears as he stares down at the kanji printed on the screen. There’s a playlist with his name on it. He can repeat the same words, the same tone and syntax a thousand times but that will still not change the fact that it exists.

Atsumu doesn’t know why his thumb shakes when he clicks on the play button.

He doesn’t know if he’s cold or if he’s hot when he takes his time walking home in the rain.

There are so many songs, and maybe—maybe he’s overthinking everything. Atsumu listens to the words of each song, carefully. From the upbeat pop, to the slow R&Bs, to the random touches of classical piano music, to the sensual slow synth beats, to the ballads and raw heartbreak. The theme is intertwined with hope, angst, pining, and love. So much love, that he can’t tell if it’s tears in his eyes or rain.

He skips around because there are way too many songs to listen to. He adjusts the settings to most plays and leaves it there.

Atsumu walks and walks until he’s in front of her door.

He’s on autopilot now—the edges of his vision blur in a haze of silver and blue.

He doesn’t know when or how he reaches here because his fist is already reaching to rap on the front door. He tugs off the earphones, his hand is shaking as he grabs the iPod in one hand, the music still playing and muffled by the splatters of rain.

She opens the door – all normal, with fleece pajama pants and sweater big enough to swallow her form – and she frowns when she sees Atsumu all wet—he’s going to get sick like this, and just as she’s about to open her mouth, to scold him for his carelessness—

—Atsumu cups the back of her neck with his free hand and kisses her before he has time to think.

[kiyoomis]

top 10 Haikyuu!! moments that made me gasp in awe (and replay several times) ಥ‿ಥ