“We’re Best Friends” Tendou Says As He Smiles And Takes A Seat On Ushijima’s Bunk. He’s Brought

Hii I hope you have a great day!! Can I ask Killer for the Kissing Booth pleaseee🤩🤩

Hello my dear, I’m just reposting the kissing booth event! The actual acc running this is the lovely @fanaticsnail (but I would 100% love to see killer for this event as well so you should go tell her)

Law, sweetie, I love you…

BUT YOUR PANTS ARE SO ANNOYING TO MAKE

Okay but I just finished them and in all honesty I love how they look so much

This is so adorable GIVE HIM MORE HUGS HES DOING HIS BEST 😭

Ursa Major ₊ ⊹

oikawa tooru x f!reader

"ursa major, or the big bear, is a spiritual symbol of strength and stability. its spiritual meaning relates to finding strength in hard times"

content: reverse hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship

warnings: some mention of harm, overworking character, i think thats it ?

part of something i'm calling the constellation series <3

Oikawa Tooru never liked to talk about what was bothering him.

You could say he just preferred to take it out while he was training. Oftentimes he’d come home late, muscles aching, palms stinging from pushing himself past his limits. He’d trudge into the bathroom and strip down to shower only to end up thinking so much that his body wouldn’t feel clean at all. His weight was so much heavier with the stress upon his shoulders. No matter how hard he tried, or how much he scrubbed his body down, he couldn’t get rid of the thoughts that plagued his body, mind, and soul. Red streaks would be left from the hot water, and the harsh scrub of the cloth down his arms, legs, and chest.

He’d walk into his room, thinking about his next play. How he would get better and improve, not letting one moment of planning and practicing in his head go to waste. He doesn’t check his phone, rather just sits down at his computer to watch the footage from the day’s earlier matches. It’s a vicious cycle.

— A chime breaks through his thought— it was you, you should’ve been sleeping.

Tooru, did you just get home?

Yes, why?

I’m coming over. Iwaizumi said you left really late tonight and that he had to drag you out of the gym

It’s normal sweetheart, get some rest.

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He knew there was no stopping you when it came to him, your tenacity was second to none. He’s grateful for you, that you’ve lasted this long with him. Past partners have broken up with him due to his dedication to volleyball, angered that he wouldn’t pay attention to them, even though that was furthest from the case.

In all the time you’ve known and loved Oikawa Tooru, he’s been nothing but kind and thoughtful. Quite a loving partner, supportive and affectionate. He was truly a romantic once you got past the superficial flirting and fake smiles.

Loud footsteps echoed in the hall outside Tooru’s room, and swift, fervent knocks sounded at his door.

“Tooru? It’s me, your mum let me inside”

Wordlessly, Tooru got up and shuffled to his door. Upon opening, he was met with your face, laced with concern and worry.

“God, you look so tired”

He shrugged and jerked his head back as a signal to come in. The room was dark, with the only light being the blue harsh light of his computer screen. He plopped down on his mattress, feeling the weight of the day finally catch up with him. He barely registered you sitting down next to him.

“You don’t have to talk Tooru, just let me take care of you”

“Hold me” Tooru whispered

“What was that?” You asked quietly

“Hold me, please” His voice cracked, the last part of his request sounding like a whimper.

You took him into your arms, gently laying down and cradling him, surrounding him with you and your warmth. His shoulders are still tense, so you lay a gentle hand between his shoulder blades and rub. Applying slight pressure on the knots in his back, while your other hand reaches for one of his, clasping it and stroking your thumb on his palm. You coo his name and sweet reassurances in his ear and the warmth becomes overwhelming, traveling to his eyes and face, the familiar feeling of tears creeping up on him. You could feel his body shake and his breathing become erratic and shallow. 

“Tooru?”

No response, just the short breaths and quiet sobs coming from the boy on your chest. You could feel his warm tears stain your sweater. You continue your ministrations, letting him release all his pent up emotions. All he can choke out are two words.

“Don’t leave”

“Shh, shh, I won’t leave. I’m always going to be here for you”

“Promise me”

“I promise”

Tooru clutches you tight with no intention of letting you go, afraid you’ll disappear. You move your hand to his chestnut hair, stroking the soft locks and letting him know you’re still with him. The night grows older, and Tooru’s grip gets softer as his harsh sobs turn into deep sleeping breaths. Your heart settles down to an even tempo, matching with your beloved’s.

The stars shine down kindly on the two young lovers tonight, granting them an easy sleep, and for Tooru, a peaceful mind.

a/n: thank you for reading this far if you did !! this is my first time ever writing an x reader fic, so bear with me if my writing and formatting isn't the best. oikawa is a huge comfort character for me, and i wish i could reach through the screen and give him a hug < 33

credits to: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the blue dividers, unfortunately i do not remember where i got the images :(

Birthday boy!!

Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up  

58. Ushijima Wakatoshi

tumblr is so confusing

YES PLEASE!!

"Is there someone special in your life?" The reporter asked chirpily, not really expecting an answer from the infamously emotionally detached Ushijima Wakatoshi sitting across from her. She was already scribbling an 'X' next to the question on her sheet, fitting in with the series of crosses and one-word answers she had accumulated throughout the entire interview.

But a look she couldn't describe crossed Ushijima's face as he considered the question.

"Yes there is." He replies simply.

The reporter stills, her pen stuck in her hand. It was still quiet in the room but Ushijima could suddenly feel more eyes staring at him than before. He shifted in his seat.

"Oh? What's her name?"

Ushijima looks directly at the camera facing him, imagining his special someone watching him back excitedly, and it almost makes him smile. He relaxes slightly in his chair.

"His name is Tendou Satori."

And all Hell breaks loose.

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Or, the one in which Tendou tries to explain to Ushijima that a "special someone" means the person you're in a romantic relationship with. And not,,, you know,,, your best friend.

Ushijima does not understand.

Hhhhhh I’m in love with this man I want to be DOMESTIC with him

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。SPRING — NANAMI KENTO.

contents. domesticity with nanami after moving in together. aka brushing your teeth. aka staring at him shamelessly as he does mundane tasks. (me writing someone other than gojo or geto ???? whatttttt :O)

it doesn’t hit you that you and kento now live together until the the morning after the first night.

it’s spring. there are flowers you want to keep in your balcony sitting in your living room, the box labeled dishes is half empty from only what you took out for dinner, and you aren’t quite sure where your clothing box is because you forgot to label it. but kento is handsome next to you in the bathroom, shirtless as he brushes his teeth.

there are two sinks—one for you and one for him, but you opt for brushing your hip against his and sharing one. he doesn’t say anything, just scoots a little to the side and rinses his mouth as he makes room for you.

“please stop staring,” he mumbles tiredly, “it’s getting awkward.”

“you look handsome,” you pout, “i can’t admire you?”

“i’m brushing my teeth,” he deadpans.

“yes, a very handsome sight. i love seeing your care for dental hygiene.”

kento sighs, grabbing the small towel from the side and patting his face dry as you lean down and spit, rinsing your own mouth and plopping your toothbrush back in place. next to his.

and your face wash is beside his too, and so is your shampoo and body wash in the shower. you step to the side, bumping hips with him again as you grin—it’s ecstatic, the expression on your face.

“kento, i just realized something,” you murmur, leaning to press a kiss to his jaw. it’s smooth, the feeling of his skin under your lips—you watched him shave earlier, sat on the counter and swung your legs as he carefully ran the razor along his skin.

“and what’s that?” he asks, patting your face with the towel, gently wiping away the droplets of water with extra care.

“we live together now—and i can watch you brush your teeth every day,” you grin.

“we shared a bed last night,” he raises a brow, “i’m sure you realized a bit before this that we now share a living space.”

wrong.

your home isn’t put together yet—you couldn’t find your pajamas last night, so you wear kento’s. the coffee machine still hasn’t been taken out and plugged in yet, and breakfast is currently limited to cereal and fruit that doesn’t need to be cut until the kitchen utensils have been organized. your couch hasn’t arrived yet, and your bed is currently just a mattress on the floor until the bed frame is delivered.

it doesn’t really dawn on you that you and kento are living together until you wake up with his chest under your cheek and his breath fanning against your forehead. sure, you and kento have spent nights at each other’s apartments—but that always results in one rising before the other to leave early and make up for the extra distance in the commute to work.

today, however, you and kento are home together. it’s spring—you can hear cicadas calling and see the buds blooming in the plants outside. there are flowers waiting to be potted in your balcony, and fresh strawberries of the season waiting for you in the kitchen.

and when you watch kento take his time and brush his teeth, hip accidentally bumping against yours as he leans down to rinse his mouth, you realize your home is with kento now.

you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck, “well, we’ve shared a bed before,” you kiss delicately at the slant of his jaw again, “but i’ve never seen you shirtless and brushing your teeth.”

“this new obsession is scaring me,” he mumbles, “what’s so special about me brushing my teeth?”

“oh, kento,” you grin, warm and bright and as fresh as the first breeze of spring, “it’s certainly a sight. you just have to see it.”

he hums, shaking his head gently as he chuckles in that soft, calm little way that he does. his arms find your waist.

your bathroom, even with missing shower curtains, feels like it’s always been yours. it feels natural, living with kento, it feels natural sharing a towel to wipe your face and leaving the door unlocked for the other to come in as you prepare for the morning.

“i have my own sight,” he murmurs, tracing your cheek as his hand cups your face, “you look lovely when you drool in your sleep.”

“kento,” you whine with a pout, “don’t watch me sleep.”

“how could i not?” he grins, brown eyes bordering on hazel as they brighten, “it’s the best new part of my mornings.”

he kisses you there, in the bathroom you still have to finish setting up, the tiles cool beneath your feet and his lips warm against your mouth.

it’s spring when you move in with kento—and you have a newfound appreciation for the season.

guess who wants to brush her teeth in the mornings with nanamin. it might be me. it might be my undying need for domesticity. it might be my deep desire to witness him spit. it might be both. i haven’t decided yet

hear me out

Ushijima goes to the bar for a blind date set up by Atsumu, and assumes the pretty red-head he sees is his date. Tendou, who was a bit sad about being stood up and then annoyed by the strangers giving him unwanted attention, assumes that the big handsome man who comes to his rescue claiming to be his date is just pretending so that the drunk idiots will get out of his hair.

shenanigans ensue so that ushijima thinks its a normal date and tendou thinks this charming sweet himbo is just making pleasant conversation

should i write this? i feel like i should write this

guys i did it i did the thing

Ushijima frowned at the two men crowding the redhead, faces leering. That just wouldn’t do. He walked over to the bar, not quite sure exactly how to approach the situation, but letting his instincts guide him as much as they could in their inexperience. He stepped up to the back of the barstool and slid a hand onto the redhead’s shoulder to give him a gentle squeeze. “I apologize for being late, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” / In which Atsumu assumes Ushijima is straight, Ushijima assumes that Tendou is his date, and Tendou assumes the big handsome man who comes to his rescue pretending to be his date is just helping get the drunk idiots away from him.

you can read it here on my ao3

<3

hear me out

Ushijima goes to the bar for a blind date set up by Atsumu, and assumes the pretty red-head he sees is his date. Tendou, who was a bit sad about being stood up and then annoyed by the strangers giving him unwanted attention, assumes that the big handsome man who comes to his rescue claiming to be his date is just pretending so that the drunk idiots will get out of his hair.

shenanigans ensue so that ushijima thinks its a normal date and tendou thinks this charming sweet himbo is just making pleasant conversation

should i write this? i feel like i should write this

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