⊹₊⟡⋆ Tyger Lyli (she/her) | Adult | Artist + Writer | multifandom main blog
-> Still looking for that spell to bring the Haikyuu characters to life, so I project myself into their universe instead⊹₊⟡⋆
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I may be a bit of an elusive and shy one at first glance, my nose always buried in a book or another and my hands gathering ink stains from all my scribbling and doodling fueled by my many daydreams about all my favourite characters, but I always have a warm kettle of tea ready if you'd like to stop by the inbox and have a little chat with me, or if you have any request to send my way!
MSBY 4 x Reader
Short GN Reader, might lean fem bc I'm just projecting way too hard
How do each of the MSBY 4 (Bokuto, Atsumu, Sakusa & Hinata) love on their short partner?
Rated F: domestic fluff, established relationship (could be also be platonic, though I suggest that you share a living space with your character of choice, so do with that what you will), height difference appreciation, if reader feels particularly short, I'm sorry, it's because I'm tiny among the short crowd and I'm projecting for my hapiness, you can skip if that's not your cup of tea!
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Bokuto Kōtarō adores a more significant height difference for his partner. There’s something about you being at least a whole head shorter than him that makes him feel all mushy inside. He especially likes that it allows him to prop his head on top of yours (even if you have a fluffy head of curls up there, he loves the smell of your products so unless you tell him off, he’ll likely find his nose in your hair to take a good relaxing whiff) every time he goes in for a hug, which is basically almost every opportunity he gets. This is Bokuto King-of-Healing-Bear-Hugs Kōtarō we’re talking about, you had to expect this. You better believe that he’ll wrap you up in his arms as a greeting every time he walks into a room you were already in, most likely following it up with a kiss (or a thousand, depending on the mood) to the top of your head (and maybe all over your face because he loves “preening” you like this ever since he found out that’s one way owls show affection to their loved ones). Doesn’t matter if he looks like he’s breaking his neck to do so, it’s so worth it in his heart, and it has the extra benefit of making you look extra adorable with your cheeks squished in his big hands. It just does something to him, okay, he can hardly explain it. Oh, and let’s not forget that he basically sees you as “100% portable”, so when Bokuto decides that he needs a very long hug from you, he’ll just pick you up and “unintentionally” put you in air jail until he decides that he’s recharged just enough to put you back on your feet, doesn't matter what you were doing. Thankfully, this works both ways: when he comes back home to you and you’ve just had one of those days, you can just quietly walk up to him, hold up your arms and he’ll swoop you up and hold you against him while he takes off his shoes, puts away his gym bag (you might have to help him with his jacket), and then walk around your home while you're cling to him like a koala. Yes, he will do it even if it was arms day at the gym, though he’ll be a bit more clumsy as he all but runs to get you both to crash on the couch or the bed for proper cuddles (the nearest flat horizontal surface will have to do if the training regiment was particularly brutal though). He won't let go until you do, that's a promise.
Miya Atsumu is also quite a fan of a shortie partner. Although, for him, it’s all about teasing you, let’s be honest. Bonus points if you fight back: he’ll think you’re the most adorable devil spawn and he will be boasting about how he has a cutie baddy hanging off his arm to anyone who wants to hear it (or, well, anyone who’s in earshot, he doesn’t care if it’s the millionth time he’s sang your praises). He also loves back hugs, and having a shorter partner means easier access for temple kisses from him while he’s holding on to you. Alternatively, he (not-so-secretly) is weak for when you wrap your arms around him from behind, be it for a hug or giving him the little spoon treatment. Every time you press your face into his back, his face will just split into the most genuinely lovesick smile, and he thinks you don’t know it. Sure, you may not see it, but you’ve seen this look on his face before, and you know he just has to be smiling like that when his shoulders drop all that tension they were holding and his hands find your forearms to gently hold you there for a few moments longer, thumbs rubbing mindless shapes into your skin. He loves back hugs so much that he’ll have the both of you pinguin waddling around your home probably close to 50% of the time. It used to make Osamu gag having to see how openly clingy his twin is, even if he was also very happy for the both of you. Atsumu still claims to this day that Osamu is tuning up the theatrics because he’s jealous since you’re too damn cute together.
Sakusa Kiyoomi, while he doesn’t have a preference for a big height difference per say (he tends to think he’s kinda stuck with it since he’s very tall in a country where people tend to be much shorter), surprised himself when he realized just how bad his heart would flutter anytime he saw you doing the most ordinary things, like having to hop down the high seats at Onigiri Miya’s after a meal or rising to your tippy toes when you want to carefully place back a wild curl that had fallen on his face (this one specifically makes his ears turn a very cute shade of pink). Unlike his teammates, Sakusa isn’t one for PDA, though he will have you share the same personal space while out in public, which is the equivalent of devoted PDA for him. The highlight of sharing Sakusa’s personal space, however, aside from the hardly hidden envy from his super friendly teammakes who aren't allowed this close to him outside the court, is how it seems to unlock a secret protective mode in him: whenever he senses someone getting too close to your shared bubble, Sakusa’s hand will dart out of the security of his pocket to reach for the small of your back or your elbow to get you to either switch places with him or straight up get you to stand behind him so that he can hide you with his surprisingly intimidating wide shoulders. Sakusa isn’t a loud partner (unlike the others on this list), but he’s not afraid of confrontation, and something about how short you look standing next to him simply triggers that instinct to protect you, even if you’re perfectly able to do it yourself.
Hinata Shōyō will always remember the first time you had sought him out to help you reach a product that was stored on a high shelf while you were out shopping; his knees had locked up because he might as well have melted into the floor right then and there. Him? Really? Sure, he had grown quite a few centimeters since his high school days and was now considered average in Japan, Hinata is nonetheless so used to being surrounded by much taller people because of volleyball that it still takes him by surprise when you ask him for help to reach high places, even if it’s just the two of you shopping together. Took him a while to get used to it, but he’s so delighted to be of use like that for you that he made it a point to get over his knee problem. This also means that he’s not a fan of you having to climb on counters to get to the higher shelves in the cupboards of your home, but that’s because he’s scared you’ll hurt yourself one day and he won’t be there to prevent it or help you, not because he’d rather you always ask him to get you those special glasses you love so much and that he purposefully puts away on the highest shelf just so he can come up behind you, reach for them as he presses you lightly between the hard planes of his body and the countertop for a few totally innocent moments before he hands you what you wanted with a dashing smile and a peck to the tip of your nose or your forehead. Yeah, it's totally because he's scared you'll hurt yourself climbing everywhere...
Just added 7 posts to reshare on my side-blog because I have over 100 posts saved in my drafts a.k.a. my tumblr read later folder, and it's a funny coincidence how 6/7 of them are NSFW. I swear I merely went down the rabbit hole tumblr recs showed me and I have at least 5x more fluff saved up in my stash...
Osamu hums to let you know that he’s listening, as always, even though he keeps his back to you, eyes focused on the stove, his pride as a chef riding on him not screwing up tonight’s dinner despite how distracting you had been all night.
“What’s the most expensive food you’ve ever eaten?”
He blinks, a little surprised by the change of conversation. He peeks over his shoulder to see you leaning against the countertop, casually checking him out.
The corner of his lips twitch in a lazy smirk when your cheeks flush for getting caught.
Osamu turns back to the stove, saying nothing as he turns off the gas and puts aside the pan he was working with. Then, just as calmly, he turns back to you, a glint of mischief dancing in his hazel eyes as he pretends to think about his answer, leaning back casually against the stove.
But you know from the way he stares down at you through his lashes with that chill boy-next-door charm he had you hooked with since you had realized that you had, in fact, moved in next door from him and his twin brother, that Osamu already knew his answer to your question.
You tilted your head, “well?”
He huffs gently and pushes himself off the stove to lean into your space, strong arms firmly planting themselves on either side of you. He takes the time to take in your face, lingering just a moment longer on your lips before he looks back into your eyes, his lazy smirk growing just a little wider, just a tad more genuine beneath the amusement.
He can see you dying of curiosity, and as much as he’s eating it up, he’s also a little bewildered that you haven’t figured it out already. “The most expensive thing I’ve ever eaten, huh?” he parrots.
You nod, your full attention on him, definitely a little too innocent compared to where Osamu’s thoughts had gone to.
He drops his head momentarily with a gentle shake, trying not to laugh. Osamu is a simple man with refined tastes, and yet, you didn’t seem quite ready when he casually lifts his head again.
He stares into your eyes with a crooked smile on his face: “You.”
I got side-tracked by Mermay last month so I just finished the last 3 sketches in June to get me to draw again after a bad case of imposter syndrome (not that I get any traction on tumblr lmao but I still struggled for a hot minute after I was done with my last art post, and my fic post also flopping everywhere didn't help hahah).
I still don't know what I did wrong with Shirabu's face I'm so sorry... I'll try harder if I draw him again some other time, okay? Okay.
All sketches were made by reproducing a reference that I kept on the side; no tracing, only observing!
Been working on setting up a new Discord Server for Haikyuu!! that will allow fellow adult fans of the series to interact together, share their art, writings & OCs...
Lowkey would prefer to keep that server mainly for yumeshippers & fans of reader inserts + oc x cc, but part of me understands that, in this fandom, it's almost impossible to avoid cc x cc ships, so I don't really know what to do about that just yet, because I wouldn't want to police that myself (I'd just generally would rather not see it at all, really, but banning this content feels wrong at the same time yk).
Anyway, it's still under construction, because I can't tell if I managed to set up the level bot properly and I'm slightly overthinking the whole structure of the place after I let my first server die when I tried hopping from a fandom server to a multifandom one (which people didn't want) because I wanted to start sharing my HQ stuff on there since I wasn't actively making new turtle content-
also very terrified that the server won't reach the people that could be interested and could have fun in there yk
I'll still make another annoucement and add some links here and there in my HQ posts and just pray for the best when it's finally live.
The server is ready to go (I think, I always have the option of ajusting a few things as we go according to user feedback & what the community needs / uses most, but I digress).
The only problem now if that I'm currently very busy with work, putting in extra hours to meet deadlines, and just feeling a little extra drained at the end of the day, so launching it right now feels a little... counterproductive? Since I would hardly be active on there until July (at the very least).
Been working on setting up a new Discord Server for Haikyuu!! that will allow fellow adult fans of the series to interact together, share their art, writings & OCs...
Lowkey would prefer to keep that server mainly for yumeshippers & fans of reader inserts + oc x cc, but part of me understands that, in this fandom, it's almost impossible to avoid cc x cc ships, so I don't really know what to do about that just yet, because I wouldn't want to police that myself (I'd just generally would rather not see it at all, really, but banning this content feels wrong at the same time yk).
Anyway, it's still under construction, because I can't tell if I managed to set up the level bot properly and I'm slightly overthinking the whole structure of the place after I let my first server die when I tried hopping from a fandom server to a multifandom one (which people didn't want) because I wanted to start sharing my HQ stuff on there since I wasn't actively making new turtle content-
also very terrified that the server won't reach the people that could be interested and could have fun in there yk
I'll still make another annoucement and add some links here and there in my HQ posts and just pray for the best when it's finally live.
What was taking the rescue crew so long? The systems had automatically, and successfully, sent the distress signal as soon as the malfunction happened. The blinking red light in the corner of the room, just above the heavy sealed door, was all the confirmation you needed to know that the signal was still doing its job.
You feel Bokuto’s arms press weakly around you. He knows you’re overthinking the late rescue situation again. He worries that you’re still wracking your pretty little head with what ifs that involved only one of you stepping inside the station’s last node, the one before the airlock that had malfunctioned and, in turn, had caused said node to auto-lock while on standby for the repair team to arrive in order to protect the rest of the unprepared crew in case whatever that was malfunctioning were to cause the airlock to suddenly open and suck out the poor souls into the vacuum of space.
Because if only one of you had gotten accidentally locked into the node, the other could potentially have gotten help faster. If only one of you had been inside, the other could have overridden the lock from the outside and you’d both be breathing plenty of air.
You can’t even remember how you got here in the first place. Your head is pounding and your body feels like you’ve struggled to run 2 marathons back-to-back. Worse yet, you don’t remember why Bokuto was with you. Or maybe you had gone with him. Maybe it was a two-person job you were heading to.
But the room is eerily empty. It’s only the creamy white metal walls and your two floating bodies. No equipment bag, not a tool floating around that could have been used to open up a panel or to force the communicator to work.
If there is a communicator. You can’t see one next to the doors where you’d expect them to be. It’s odd.
Who cares, really? The end result is the same.
You’re cold. Bokuto’s hands don’t feel nearly as warm as they should around your waist, regardless of him usually being your personnal human space-heater. You raise one hand to grab onto the front of his suit, and you notice that your nails have turned a concerning purplish-blue.
You look up at Bokuto, your head swimming so hard that you feel yourself squinting up at his face. He offers you a sleepy grin, lips blue against pearly whites, blood vessels glowing under the thin ghostly skin under warm amber eyes. The gold speckles of his irises don’t seem to shine so bright anymore though.
Your heart jumps in your throat and you wish it could close your airways just enough so that you wouldn’t need to breathe so much.
So you could keep sharing what little air was left in this airtight node that, for some unknown reason, had shut down the oxygen system. Because for some unknown reason, it was taking forever for the rescue crew to reach the both of you, so that you had used up nearly all the breathable air contained in this deathtrap of a space tin can. How long does it take for 2 people to breathe all the air in one space node? It couldn’t be anything less than a good few hours, so why hadn’t the rescue crew shown up yet? Why hadn’t they attempted to make contact with you?
Were they just waiting for you to…?
You hiccup, and bite the inside of your lip, chastising yourself for wasting oxygen like that. You didn’t know how long you had left being able to share this invisible yet necessary resource with Bokuto.
Your hands were growing numb from the cold and exhaustion; you couldn’t tell if you were still holding on tight to Bokuto’s suit or if the only reason you weren’t drifting away was because his own arms were anchoring you to his body, or if it was because both of your bodies were growing stiff from the cold piercing through your muscles to itch at your bones.
This was a nice place to fall asleep though. Right there, with your cheek resting against Bokuto’s chest, where you could listen to his heart still beating beneath the layers of strong muscles and bones. In the arms of the man you loved more than anything.
If you fell asleep there, the headache would go away, just like it always did when you’d enjoy a nice nap with Bokuto when you were struggling with a migraine.
If you fell asleep now, maybe Bokuto would have a chance.
And if you were lucky enough, the rescue crew would make it in time before the damage to your brain would be irreversible.
At the very least, you wanted them to be able to save Bokuto.
“Hey,” calloused fingers cupped your cheek, thumb hooking under your chin to tilt your head up so your eyes would meet his once more.
The corner of his lips were always curled up when Bokuto kissed you. This wasn’t any different. It was nice too, if tethering on the edge of desperate.
At that moment, Bokuto Kōtarō proceeds to breathe into you, to fill your lungs with whatever little breath he had left in him.
Your eyes snap open. The arm around your shoulders trembled lightly, but didn’t quite let go, likely too stiff already to do so.
Bokuto Kōtarō died with a loving smile on his face.
You couldn’t see it clearly, because the tears blurred your vision and the zero gravity kept the salty water in your eyes, but there was not a doubt in your mind about it. Because that’s just the kind of man Bokuto Kōtarō is.
Was.
Bokuto Kōtarō was also a fool. And he died with one last proof of his love pressed to your lips.
You gasp with what little air remained around you and use Bokuto’s last breath to finally let out all the anguish you had been collecting in every cell of your body for the past hours, hopefully powerful enough to be heard outside the node.
And if you were lucky, the stars would take pity on you and take you to join them to wherever they had taken your Kōtarō to.
You stir with a jolt. Your hand reaches for the crust keeping your eyes shut before your consciousness is able to reconnect with your body, and when it finally does, you’re overcome with a nauseating wave of pressure going around your skull.
How fun, waking up with a migraine!
Thankfully, the room is quiet (aside from the humming of electricity going to whatever devices were scattered about) and, more importantly so, it is dark. Not a single ray of light powerful enough to pierce through your lids, but you keep your hands over your eyes just in case; just because the warm pressure of your palms against the squishiness of your eyeballs feels somewhat grounding.
It takes a few moments longer for your memory to load back in: Kōtarō, the blinking red light above the heavy sealed door of the space node, the rescue that never came.
Then it’s like every nerve in your body is electrocuted at once: you open your eyes painfully wide to take in the darkness of the room you’re in, and your breath catches in your throat. The ceiling you’re currently staring at is surprisingly plain. And flat, though you’re not quite sure what you were expecting it to look like.
So the rescue-?
The ceiling gets drowned in salt water.
Why had they even bothered to save you? What was the point if your Kō wasn’t-
Movement to your right. Your neck feels stiff when you force it to turn.
The sound that finally makes it out of your mouth is somewhere between a wet gasp and a whimper.
Because you’re currently looking at a breathing Kōtarō.
There’s that peaceful small curve to his lips he always seems to fall asleep with, and he’s breathing. In… and out… steady… In… and out again… and again…
You refuse to look away from him, just in case doing so would cause him to suddenly turn on his back with his smile frozen in a mask of confidence barely covering pain and regret. You don’t blink in fear that he’ll dissolve like a dream too good to be true, and you’re almost thankful that your tears are keeping your eyes hydrated, even though they distort his features and the contour of his shoulders raising up and down, steady, up… and down again…
And you don’t mean to sniffle then. You don’t mean it to be so loud (to be fair, your ears are still buzzing with the headache that’s only been made worse as all the pieces jumble together in search for their own place in the puzzle of events, and you can’t really hear anything well above the whistling of your dripping nose), so when Kōtarō stirs, pressing his nose to his pillow as he takes a deep breath in, you hold on to whatever air that’s left in your lungs.
There’s a rumble in his throat when his brows pinch momentarily on his forehead before he peers at you with one eye.
Your tears are burning rivers on your cheek and across your nose because the gold specks in Bokuto’s eyes are shining again, despite the fact that he’s barely half-awake and you can see the cogs painfully jumpstarting in his brain.
Poor man has no idea why you’re crying in the middle of the night, but he’d be damned if he left you to suffer like that any longer: “Babe?” The sounds are a little garbled from the sleep, but he tries again, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
You practically nuzzle into the palm of his hand, calloused and warm, when he brushes away a new tear from sliding across your nose. When you sniffle again, you can faintly smell the warm amber scent of his shower gel clinging to his skin and the fresh citrus profile of his shampoo coming off both of your pillows (because Bokuto has a bad habit of clinging to your pillow until you join him in bed to take its place in his arms, and so your pillow ended up smelling like a mix of your hair products).
He’s instinctively curling his body around yours, creating a shield between you and the world and hopefully whatever had hurt you and made you cry, when he tries asking you again what’s wrong.
“’s just a nightmare, Kō-chan, I’ll be okay now,” you manage a small wobbly smile before you scoot into the safe space between his arms and press your wet cheek against his chest, where you can feel his heart beating against his ribs, strong and steady, like it should.
The hand on your cheek slides to smooth the wild hair on top of your head where he presses his lips. “Promise?”
Bokuto’s strength surrounds you, and the healthy weight of the pile of muscles that makes up your man is grounding you into reality. Because you’re not in some space station, and you’re not waiting for a rescue crew that will never come; you’re in your shared apartment in Osaka, Japan, on Earth, where oxygen isn’t a scarce resource.
“Promise.” You mumble into his chest. It still takes you a few more minutes of quietly crying in pure relief, Bokuto’s heavy hand pressing careful shapes into your back and allowing you the time to find your baseline again, but the tears eventually dry up.
You think he’s fallen back asleep by then, since his hand had stopped moving a little while ago, his fingers only brushing tiny circles on your back at irregular intervals, and it’s probably for the best, really. It would be a shame to have kept him awake this whole time, seeing how he needs all the restful sleep he can get to stay in tip top shape for volleyball. Honestly, you were ready to slip back into slumber yourself, so long as it didn’t put you back in a weird space dream again and you wouldn’t wake up with the same migraine in the morning.
“Will you tell me what your nightmare was later?” The words rumble in his throat and against the top of your head, startling you a bit.
You pout, even though he can’t see it. “But I dun’ wanna think ‘bout it anymore…”
“I wanna help you fight your fears, whatever they may be.” His voice is surprisingly quiet, a sign that he’s fighting the drowsiness from staying awake this whole time to comfort you. “But you’ll need to let me know what I’m up against, y’know. Give me fighting chance. Like, what if I’m supposed to square up against some really nasty demon? Would spiking a ball of his face even hurt him? What if it’s a ghost and the ball goes straight through?”
His chuckles mingle with yours when he feels your shoulders shake in his embrace.
“There’s no monster to fight, Kō,” you nuzzle his collarbone and settle more comfortably against him now that all the cortisol seems to have left your body heavy with sleep. “We’ll be fine, so long as we don’t go to space I think.”
“Could we even afford to do that?”
“Nope.”
“So Hokkaido is still fine for our next trip?”
“Very much so.”
“Good. I’m glad then. So long as you’re happy with me, I’ll be happy too.”
“Thank you, Kō. ‘love you.”
“’love you too, Baby Owl.”
“You promise there’ll be no crazy monsters to fight? I’m sure I could get the boys to help me out and we’d crush ‘em on the volleyball court, Space Jam style.”
“As entertaining as that would be, I promise there’s no monsters this time.”
“But you’ll tell me if there’s ever one, right?”
“Yes, Kō, I’ll tell you if you need to fight my sleep demons.”
“Okay. Good. I’ll beat them all, promise. Because our love will overcome everything. Like some crazy super boost to my natural power.”
You hum along to his sleep-deprived rambles about defeating dream monsters with the power of your love and a volleyball, the low rumble of his voice steadily lulling you back to sleep.
I drew the scenes out of chronological order, but does it really matter when the point is that they're so obviously already in love in their late teens - early adulthood, that it only makes sense that they finally share that long awaited first kiss as a welcome back after Koutarou had to leave for a longer while than usual.
Would you give them a happy ending after that kiss?
Could they finally be together?
Bokuto hadn't really planned to tell the sea beauty how he felt. Admittedly, though, the surprised gleam in her eyes combined with the glow of her red cheeks under the moon light was all it took to instantly forget about his previous blunder. In that moment, it was only them: two drifting souls that had found their way to each other.
So he grinned. And he said it again with the confidence Bokuto Koutarou's first confession deserved. Because this was the sort of confidence the both of them needed to admit to feelings that went against the separation of the Land and the Sea. And Bokuto Koutarou would gladly provide all the confidence needed all on his own if it meant seeing her smile at him so effortlessly as when it's just the two of them and he says anything remotely funny.
But standing with her in that moment, with the full moon shining upon them and nothing being asked of them, Bokuto decided to enjoy the franctic flutter of his heart in his chest.
And if you listened like he did, you could hear her own heart responding in kind, because words evaporated like sea foam before she could place them in a sensible response. A simple "me too" shouldn't be so hard to let out in the open.
Thankfully, he didn't need the words. Not tonight. Tonight, he was going to hold her hands until she'd shoo him out of the water so he could go rest without risking to drown in his love.
The silly sketches that jumpstarted my small obsession with a mermaid AU that I have hardly fleshed out for an OC I haven't quite finished in canon yet either. I just wanted to have some fun drawing them, and chibis are usually the style I can count on to shake off my perfectionism so that I can jumpstart something new.
But then I got slightly obsessed and just kept drawing them-
It did allow me to practice drawing Liliana's (OC) hair (even though her part is on the wrong side here...) and to ramble a bit about them over on my Insta stories though!
