[tsukidayos]

‧₊˚ ꒰ა♡໒꒱ faílte !

beebee ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 21 !! (she/they) white irish femme lesbian ⋆˚꩜｡ lover of butches + osamu miya ᯓ★

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

welcome to my haikyuu blog !! here you shall find lots of sweet writings about the haikyuu boys ❤︎ linked below are my rules/guidelines and a future masterlist ₍^. .^₎⟆ enjoy your stay sweetiepie !!

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recents <3

masterlist .☘︎ ݁˖

guidelines (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

[chronicintrovert]

Despite their busy adult lives, they always manage to reunite for an annual Friendmas dinner ❤️

MERRY CHRISTMAS! Thank you for your support for @heartstoppercomic this year!!!

[tsukidayos]

fem reader. lesbian yachi hitoka i love you <3

08:36 am - the first time yachi sees her is through a small crack of the door, edged just far enough for the young blonde girl to catch sight of the girl’s (h/c) locks. next to her with a soft smile on his face, sits sugawara-senpai, holding a deck of karuta cards with that glimmer in his oak irises. the young girl doesn’t hear what exactly the two upperclassmen are discussing, her own eyes a little too enchanted by the small twinkle of the upperclassman’s silver stud earrings, safely hidden from the eager eyes of their homeroom teacher. the april air contains a small sting with its icy temperature in the cold mornings, as yachi’s ears desperately embrace a soft pink shade from either embarrassment or the chilly temperatures, she didn’t know. tufts of tangerine shaded hair come to a still beside her, the fingers of its owner tugging at yachi’s bow on her uniform. a burgundy shade that her upperclassman had commented brought out her blonde hair more so than anything else. ("yachi-san, that shade is really beautiful on you. you should wear it more.")

“yachi-san, if we don’t leave now we’ll be late for homeroom. and then tsukishima-san’s lanky ass will take all of the good seats.” comments kageyama from her other side, twirling his pokémon cards between his fingers, evidently eager to trade with yamaguchi before the morning classes began for the day. hinata grumbles in response, his finger reaching over to jab the dark haired boy’s stomach. the blonde girl doesn’t pay much attention, especially now when it's just about to happen. 

her upperclassman’s eyes go wide, her hand repeatedly smacking sugawara-senpai’s white button up shirt. she squeals in pure furor as her hands shoot into the air and her best friend sighs and shoves his face into his hands. “i win! i win! oh, suga-san you can kiss my ass i won again!” her squeals of excitement cause a rush of heat to flood to the younger girl's cheeks, a soft smile begins to cause her lips to tremble. (y/n) pushes herself to her feet and begins the beginning steps of her victory dance, as sugawara rolls his eyes so far into the back of his head he seems like he may be experiencing a medical emergency.

the boys behind the younger girl complain and tug on her uniform as a final, last ditch effort to convince her to leave so they can beg their homeroom teacher to not note their late arrival for homeroom. yachi's brown irises crinkle slightly, her chest tightens, thick vines of a yearning so dear and so precious to her threaten to devour her whole. the heat in her cheeks creep down her spine, her blood almost shivers at the sight of her upperclassman twirling around, her skirt swinging around her thighs in the process. her friends behind her merely don't matter anymore, and all she can compute is the burning she feels underneath her skin as she watches her upperclassman laugh, a simple sound that rattles her throat and rattles yachi's bones. she wants to tiptoe a little closer, just close enough to smell the faint floral tones of the perfume that kiyoko bought her for her birthday. she wants to stand closer, smell those flowers until the petals decorate her throat, her nose, her every thought. she wants her in a way that makes her desperate, that makes her yearn to claw her way out of her self-made confines just for a few seconds longer. just to see her lips quirk up into a smile, (e/c) eyes sparkling as she waves hello.

the warning sounds of the bell reverberate through the halls, her footsteps softly tap as she makes her way towards her home room.

the only boy i'd anything is andrew in drag.

[icreamcake]

atsumu miya has a crush on you.

everyone who works under msby can see it, well, everyone besides you and him. you don’t seem to notice the way his entire face lights up when you walk into the gymnasium along with the rest of the cheerleaders. you don’t see the doopy smile on his face, or the way he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you.

their coach ends up throwing his hands up in the air in defeat before calling for a break. he hopes atsumu will take the next fifteen minutes to collect himself, that never happens. atsumu uses their break to sit back and admire the focused look on your face as you practice the new choreography for their next game.

no one is sure how you miss the clear signs. like seriously, atsumu used to beg his coach to let them stay longer for practices, insisting he’d close up the gym. now, the second coach says to go home, atsumu is running to the locker rooms to shower and change into clean clothes.

he ignores the sly comments his teammates make, and sprints out the doors in the direction of the women’s locker rooms. you’ve gotten used to seeing him lean against the wall as you exit the lockers, the second the two of you lock eyes it’s as if no one else exists.

it’s amusing for everyone around the two of you to witness your interactions. they watch the way both your faces flush, and the way the two of you shyly walk alongside each other.

atsumu swears he sounds cool and confident, but he’s stumbling over his words every time your pretty eyes meet his. oh god, and if you laugh? atsumu straight up freezes, sakusa takes great pleasure in smacking the back of his head to get him to reboot.

he opens and closes every door for you, they’ve watched him walk you to your car and open the door. the craziest part of this? his teammates have witnessed him buckle you in before biding you a shy goodbye as he closes your door.

atsumu doesn’t head to his car until your out of the parking lot. and at the point, he isn’t walking, the fake blonde is skipping to his car with the biggest grin on his lips.

he never EVER hides his feelings for you, and maybe it’s because he doesn’t notice how head over heels he is for you. hinata is sure if atsumu realized how deeply he felt for you, he’d at least attempt to keep his goofy actions to a minimum.

the rest of the team strongly disagree.

the entirely of msby aren’t the only ones who are forced to witness the feelings the setter has for you. everyone who watches their games can see it. once your cheer team finishes their performance, the camera ALWAYS pans over to the setter who’s enthusiastically cheering your name. his entire face flushing once he realizes the camera is zoned in on him.

atsumu doesn’t care (he’s a little embarrassed), especially not when you stare at him with those eyes. the kind of eyes that make him believe he has a chance with you (he does).

[tsukidayos]

good evening my beloveds…. as i am sat here very early on christmas morning i am thinking about atsumu miya olympian player……

[tsukidayos]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ guidelines

hello sweet angels !! my name is bee + i'm a university student in england who is studying in mainland europe (france + spain) this year! welcome to my blog and below i have outlined my own personal boundaries to ensure the smooth running of this little community ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ꒳ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾

i. genres of works

let me make sure i am clear -- i will not write any detailed smut on this blog. it surpasses what i am comfortable with as a writer so any kind of suggestions made with smut will be deleted and or completely ignored. please understand that this is a personal boundary !! listed below are the genres that i have no problem whatsoever writing about

angst

fluff

ii. requests

seeing as i am studying abroad this year and i am in university this blog is what i do to relax and spend time with a delightful community !! if, as readers, you have any suggestions on what you would like to see me write, please do send them my way !!

iii. absolute no-no's

anything to do with the following: dark fiction (incest, rape), eating disorders, self harm will not be tolerated. this is a very firm boundary of mine that i will not budge on

iv. characters

i will pretty much write about anyone ! readers will always be gender neutral and race neutral unless i specify otherwise.

other than that, dont be shy !! come say hi and i look forward to meeting everyone ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[thinkingimages]

Antique French locket given new life and inscribed with the quote “Omnia Vincit Amor” - “Love Conquers All”

From @sacredmoonadornments 

[woorbi]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓆩 ✿ 𓆪 ,, stereotype ⋆｡˚

[feral-ballad]

Kaveh Akbar, from Calling A Wolf A Wolf: Poems; “Heritage”

[lovinglycerebral]

🎊🧧🐯❣️🎊🧧❣️🐯🎊🧧❣️🐯🎊🧧❣️🐯🎊

Happy 春节 / Tết / 설날 / Lunar New Year 2022!

May your lives be long and prosperous,

may all your hopes and dreams come true,

and may you have the strength of the tiger!

❣️🐯🧧🎊❣️🐯🧧🎊❣️🐯🧧🎊❣️🐯🧧🎊❣️

[tsukidayos]

happy lunar new year to all those that celebrate !!!!!! <333 i wish u every happiness and prosperity that life can offer u this year <3

[tsukidayos]

‧₊˚ ꒰ა♡໒꒱ kita shinsuke !

mentions of angels throughout, so possible tw for religion !

kita’s breaths are soft in the late night air. the soft snowflakes scatter across the blades of emerald grass, your head tucked against his collarbone and your hot breaths brushing against his skin. his nose brushes your hair, his eyelids fluttered shut tightly as he keeps his hand pressed up against the back of your head.

he presses one kiss against your forehead, smiling sheepishly to himself. his heart dips itself in the honeyed colours of his affection for you, your nose brushing against his neck. kiss number two is settled against your nose, the apples of kita’s cheeks flushed the colour of rose petals. he smiles again, squishing your cheeks together as you begin to stir from your sleep. the coldness outside his windows is nothing compared to the flames that spark in his blood, hazel eyes glazed over with pure adoration for his angel.

“my little darling.” he whispers into your ear, kissing your cheek and letting his lips lay there for a few extra seconds. his bangs fall forward with gravity as he braces his figure above yours, a halo of gold lays above your head. another kiss to your opposite cheek, his fingers intertwined with yours as he pushes his forehead to touch yours like a dainty little fairy.

you smile against him, fingertips fluttering against his rosy cheeks. a little cherub, he caresses your cheeks with another kiss. his fairy dust coats your eyes, the [e/c] jewels sparkle against the snow outside. he smiles again, the stars above twinkle softly against the obsidian sky as he gives you a final kiss.

it’s christmas, and shinsuke’s angel graces him with a flutter of their wings and a kiss; the softest feathers graze his lips as he kisses his angel underneath his blankets.

his angel smiles up at him, rose petals scattered across the surface of lakes for him. their love bared whole, in the beginning hours of christmas.

[tsukidayos]

anyways small shinsuke thought b4 i go to bed. is the type of guy to ring u every night before u go to bed and when u ask him why he just mf goes “oh. i wanted to hear ur voice before i sleep. it helps me rest better.” he’s just being honest in his eyes yet ur on the other side of the phone like 0_0 “WHAT DID HE SAYYYYYY” and he chuckled when u try to mumble out a reply. I’m Sorry (no i am not mr shinsuke ur hand in marriage)

[tsukidayos]

speaking of this i have a small shinsuke ficlet i might post thats christmas-like themed UHM😵‍💫😵‍💫 sry i luv him the most

[tsukidayos]

₊˚ ꒰ა♡໒꒱ megumi fushiguro !

[ 11:19pm ] — megumi’s hands are soft.

green eyes distorted, eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. his cheeks tickle a light pink shade, the blossoming roses of april waft outside. he trembles in your grasp, almost akin to the leaves outside, his thumb trails across yours. his skin is clammy, each time his grip tightens you smile against his cheek.

the moon sparkles across his sweaty skin, his bangs stick to his forehead. your fingers trail across them gently and he trembles again. he looks at the sun, your smile meets him.

“hi, megumi.” your smile is cute. so are you. he feels like he’s done something horrible, like robbed a liquor store or swallowed something he shouldn’t have. when you lean in closer, he feels so guilty. tulips flutter in the breeze, the stars shine brighter than he’s ever seen. the stars in his eyes glow when your lips meet his.

a kiss on his nose. his heart rattles in his chest, he wants to tuck you away. into his sleeve so no one can ever hurt you. smoke fills his lungs at the thought, grey spirals ghost across his eyes as your fingertips graze his collarbone.

you edge in closer, your nose bumps against his. he smiles, eyelashes brush against his cheeks. stuck in place, like a porcelain doll. he wouldn’t mind being a doll for you.

he’s sick, fever rising and the heat melts over his ears. he can’t hear what you say. the moon is bright, and so are you. if the moon disappeared, he’d only look at you. forever. you giggle down at him. (he wants to hear it over and over. until it’s all he can hear.)

you lean in closer. his heart sticks in his throat. he hands it over to you, carefully. a soft badump echoes in your palms. your lips press against his, cautious. you always are with him. his hands cup your cheeks, his own fever ridden.

“goodnight, megumi. sweet dreams.” he thinks dreaming of you would be sweet. your lips kiss his goodnight, your ear laid against his chest. his hand reaches up to pat yours gently as you listen to your own special music box. the tiny dancer slowly rotates, smile on her face as you draw non sensical shapes against the dark haired boy’s chest.

the next morning, you wake up with your body melting in heat. megumi barks out a laugh at your state, but you don’t mind.

[tsukidayos]

anyways small shinsuke thought b4 i go to bed. is the type of guy to ring u every night before u go to bed and when u ask him why he just mf goes “oh. i wanted to hear ur voice before i sleep. it helps me rest better.” he’s just being honest in his eyes yet ur on the other side of the phone like 0_0 “WHAT DID HE SAYYYYYY” and he chuckled when u try to mumble out a reply. I’m Sorry (no i am not mr shinsuke ur hand in marriage)

[tsukidayos]

₊˚ ꒰ა♡໒꒱ megumi fushiguro !

[ 11:19pm ] — megumi’s hands are soft.

green eyes distorted, eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. his cheeks tickle a light pink shade, the blossoming roses of april waft outside. he trembles in your grasp, almost akin to the leaves outside, his thumb trails across yours. his skin is clammy, each time his grip tightens you smile against his cheek.

the moon sparkles across his sweaty skin, his bangs stick to his forehead. your fingers trail across them gently and he trembles again. he looks at the sun, your smile meets him.

“hi, megumi.” your smile is cute. so are you. he feels like he’s done something horrible, like robbed a liquor store or swallowed something he shouldn’t have. when you lean in closer, he feels so guilty. tulips flutter in the breeze, the stars shine brighter than he’s ever seen. the stars in his eyes glow when your lips meet his.

a kiss on his nose. his heart rattles in his chest, he wants to tuck you away. into his sleeve so no one can ever hurt you. smoke fills his lungs at the thought, grey spirals ghost across his eyes as your fingertips graze his collarbone.

you edge in closer, your nose bumps against his. he smiles, eyelashes brush against his cheeks. stuck in place, like a porcelain doll. he wouldn’t mind being a doll for you.

he’s sick, fever rising and the heat melts over his ears. he can’t hear what you say. the moon is bright, and so are you. if the moon disappeared, he’d only look at you. forever. you giggle down at him. (he wants to hear it over and over. until it’s all he can hear.)

you lean in closer. his heart sticks in his throat. he hands it over to you, carefully. a soft badump echoes in your palms. your lips press against his, cautious. you always are with him. his hands cup your cheeks, his own fever ridden.

“goodnight, megumi. sweet dreams.” he thinks dreaming of you would be sweet. your lips kiss his goodnight, your ear laid against his chest. his hand reaches up to pat yours gently as you listen to your own special music box. the tiny dancer slowly rotates, smile on her face as you draw non sensical shapes against the dark haired boy’s chest.

the next morning, you wake up with your body melting in heat. megumi barks out a laugh at your state, but you don’t mind.

[tsukidayos]

₊˚ ꒰ა♡໒꒱ megumi fushiguro !

[ 11:19pm ] — megumi’s hands are soft.

green eyes distorted, eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. his cheeks tickle a light pink shade, the blossoming roses of april waft outside. he trembles in your grasp, almost akin to the leaves outside, his thumb trails across yours. his skin is clammy, each time his grip tightens you smile against his cheek.

the moon sparkles across his sweaty skin, his bangs stick to his forehead. your fingers trail across them gently and he trembles again. he looks at the sun, your smile meets him.

“hi, megumi.” your smile is cute. so are you. he feels like he’s done something horrible, like robbed a liquor store or swallowed something he shouldn’t have. when you lean in closer, he feels so guilty. tulips flutter in the breeze, the stars shine brighter than he’s ever seen. the stars in his eyes glow when your lips meet his.

a kiss on his nose. his heart rattles in his chest, he wants to tuck you away. into his sleeve so no one can ever hurt you. smoke fills his lungs at the thought, grey spirals ghost across his eyes as your fingertips graze his collarbone.

you edge in closer, your nose bumps against his. he smiles, eyelashes brush against his cheeks. stuck in place, like a porcelain doll. he wouldn’t mind being a doll for you.

he’s sick, fever rising and the heat melts over his ears. he can’t hear what you say. the moon is bright, and so are you. if the moon disappeared, he’d only look at you. forever. you giggle down at him. (he wants to hear it over and over. until it’s all he can hear.)

you lean in closer. his heart sticks in his throat. he hands it over to you, carefully. a soft badump echoes in your palms. your lips press against his, cautious. you always are with him. his hands cup your cheeks, his own fever ridden.

“goodnight, megumi. sweet dreams.” he thinks dreaming of you would be sweet. your lips kiss his goodnight, your ear laid against his chest. his hand reaches up to pat yours gently as you listen to your own special music box. the tiny dancer slowly rotates, smile on her face as you draw non sensical shapes against the dark haired boy’s chest.

the next morning, you wake up with your body melting in heat. megumi barks out a laugh at your state, but you don’t mind.