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Furudate is a mf-ing genius at character design. I mean, putting the twins aside and literally everyone else, I'd like to turn everyone's attention to Kenma Kozume.
Okay, so as we all know, he's got some social anxiety. He's not the best with interaction and he's the definition of 'introvert'. And this manifests into physical characteristics in the form of his hair. Just like how Atsumu's got brassy bright yellow compared to a somewhat muted silver Osamu, hair plays an important part in defining who a person is. In this case, Kenma's hair serves as protection against the world. He literally states that he likes it long because it overwhelms him to have a greater viewpoint of everything (paraphrasing here, but yk what I mean)
However, after high school and into the timeskip, we see that Kenma still has his iconic hair.
But it's tied back. He's willingly opening up his view of everything, something he was absolutely not okay with in high school. He's *grown*.
Does that mean all his problems are gone? Does that mean he's completely a new person? No, we can clearly see that he hasn't gotten a buzzcut or chopped it super short. Kenma didn't become someone new. He just grew and learned and developed as he matured, just like his hair.
He's no longer afraid like he used to be, willing to face the world head-on to become the sugar daddy he was meant to be. I think that's pretty poetic.
Msby 4 in the national team
Atsumu approaching Sakusa on the bench : I think we should get a divorce.
Sakusa : What are you doing?
Atsumu : Just practicing!
Sakusa : Why are you already planning our hypothetical divorce?
Atsumu : I don't know. i'm getting old, i think i'm having a mid-life crisis.
Sakusa : We're not even married yet?
Atsumu : Hypothetically divorce me!
Sakusa : Okay, then i'm hypothetically taking half of your assets.
Atsumu : Well, you didn't sign the hypothetical prenup!
Atsumu, to hinata : It's called a prenup, right?
Hinata : Yeah, it's a prenup, and you DID hypothetically sign one...
Sakusa : Who the fuck is this guy??
Hinata : I'm his hypothetical lawyer in this divorce case.
Sakusa : Well, then, i'm taking the hypothetical kids.
Sakusa, to Bokuto : Right? we can get those, right?
Bokuto : Yes, we can definitely get the hypothetical kids, don't worry about it!
Atsumu : Who the fuck is this hypothetical fucking idiot?
Bokuto : Wow, that is a lot of- hypothetical insults!
Sakusa : This is MY hypothetical lawyer, and we have been hypothetically sleeping with each other. ;)
Atsumu : How could you hypothetically DO THIS TO ME ?!
Sakusa getting up : Because you hypothetically ARE AN ALCOHOLIC!
Msby four : *Yelling at each other in the distance*
The rest of the team :
Iwaizumi : ... Please tell me that they are not always like this-
Kageyama : They are.
shoves this at you all and runs away
tooru doesn’t know how to care about people. that was always — always — hajime’s job, despite the robust corners to his words. tooru smiled and no one believed him, and hajime glared and people trusted him. it began, after a while, to feel a little bit like the natural order of things. tooru snapped in two because he was bored or out of ideas or losing his balance, and no one batted an eye because it worked — because they won the point or the set or the match and his grades stayed even and they were going to get to nationals this year, they were, until they weren’t and he’s long been past cracked in half and hajime is in a different world — and tooru is supposed to know how to handle this by now. ; or: tooru runs out of athletic tape, his apartment is full of boxes, and everyone expects him to know what he's doing
MSBY BLACK JACKALS READ THIRST TWEETS ! (ATSUMU EDITION)
second part of this series! i love to see more of this team <3
[sakusa version]
this fic features…
haikyuu timeskip!spoilers, highly suggestive content (as the title entails), inappropriate language, atsumu keeps getting violated by his teammates, i headcanon sakusa to be fluent in english (argue with the wall), genre: crack, some of these are actual tweets i found lol.
The videos begins with multiple flash shots of Atsumu screaming, Hinata and Bokuto bursting into laughter, and a clip of the camera zooming in on Sakusa’s disgusted face.
- cut scene -
“Hi, we’re the MSBY Black Jackals, and we’re here with Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets.” The 4 of them say together.
Hinata drums on his chair, “Miyaaaaa Atsumuuuu edition!”
Atsumu smirks at the camera, “I know you’ve all been waiting for this.”
The cameraman speaks up, “Are you excited?”
Atsumu nods enthusiastically, “Hell yeah! I can take this like a champ, unlike Omi-Omi…”. He side eyes the outside hitter, who, in return, flips off the setter—but the video pixelates it for censorship.
Bokuto snorts, “That’s what she said…”
Atsumu chuckles and claps his hands together. “Let’s get started!”
- cut scene -
The crew tosses a phone to Atsumu. He catches it and clears his throat. “Alright, first one…”
“How can I transform into one of those cameras used for volleyball games? Oh to get that view of Miya Atsumu’s dick all up in front of me when he does his sexy low set.”
Atsumu chuckles, “I can practically see you drooling from here, user.”
Hinata wiggles his eyebrows and pretends to hit a spike, “It is a sexy set, Miya.”
Bokuto fakes an animalistic growling noise, “When you get down low and—“
“Oh please, why are we praising Miya for flashing the camera?” Sakusa cuts in.
Atsumu huffs, “I’m not flashing them on purpose!” He then turns to the camera and winks, “Unless you want me to…”
“Barf.”
“Shut yer trap, Omi-Omi!”
Hinata snickers, “Miya, your accent is slipping in…”
His voice is high pitched and whiny as he replies, “No, it’s n—!”, he clears his throat, his voice now two octaves deeper, “No, it’s not.”
Bokuto chuckles, slapping the setter on the back. Atsumu simply passes the phone to him to read the next tweet.
“Funny how I want to throw hands at Inarizaki Miya Atsumu, but at the same time, I want to throw my panties off for MSBY Miya Atsumu.”
Sakusa laughs, actually laughs, for the first time since they started the shoot. His rowdy companions slowly turn to him, eyes blown wide at the rare sight of their stoic teammate showing an ounce of amusement.
Sakusa’s laugh trails off, “Yeah…you were a piece of shit in high school.”
“No, I wasn’t!”
“Yes, you were. Still are.”
Hinata tries to reassure the blond, “Don’t worry, Miya, I thought you were cool.”
Bokuto quips, “Hinata, I thought you couldn’t tell the difference between him and Osamu.”
Hinata’s eyes widen and Atsumu glares at the orange-head, “Seriously, Shoyo?”
Hinata waves his hands dismissively, “I-I-I…”
Atsumu sighs, “You guys keep distracting me! I’m supposed to be replying to these thirst tweets.”
Bokuto holds a hand to his heart, “We are sorry, your highness.”
Atsumu looks at the camera and smirks, “Keep your panties on, ladies. I like to do it with them on.”
Sakusa stares at Atsumu in disgust, the beginning scene of the video making its’ debut as the cameraman zooms in on Sakusa’s revolted expression.
“How do you do it with it on?” Bokuto thinks out loud.
Hinata responds, “I think he means it’s pulled to the side?”
Bokuto’s mouth turns into an animated ‘o’ shape, “Ohhh, or or or he—“
Their pr manager coughs loudly off screen. Sakusa gives their manager a grateful look, mouthing a ‘thank you’.
The other three pout as their conversation is cut short. Bokuto hands the phone to Hinata; he squints his eyes at the screen as he tries to make out the words. He begins to read:
“Have y’all seen Miya Atsumu? If that dick slap his thigh when he walk, I shall listen when he talk.”
Hinata laughs but continues, “The Twitter user reposted themselves saying ‘Sheesh.’ with 18 fucking android emojis.”
Bokuto leans closer to Hinata, “Ooh! Lemme see, lemme see.”
Atsumu grins smugly with his eyes closed in satisfaction, his hand coming up to run through his platinum hair.
Sakusa speaks up, “Stop posing for the edits.”
Atsumu seems to ignore Sakusa’s comment as he faces the camera. “Well in that case, I guess you’ll all be listening to me.”
Hinata snorts, “Proof?”
Bokuto guffaws while Hinata holds his laughter in behind a cheeky smile.
Atsumu’s cheeks flush red at his words, “I ain’t showing you nothin’!”
Sakusa rolls his eyes, “Trust me, we’ve seen enough in the locker room.”
Bokuto hides behind Atsumu and holds his hands up a certain distance to insinuate the length of Atsumu’s…commodity.
Atsumu continues, practically flirting with the camera, “But trust me y’all, it does, indeed, slap.”
Hinata leans his elbow over Atsumu’s shoulder, “Yeah and so does he!”
The sound effect of a turntable skidding plays.
Atsumu flinches away from Hinata, “WHAT???”
Their pr manager stands up quickly from their seat, a horrified expression on their face; the threat of losing their job rushing in their head.
Bokuto is holding a hand over his mouth, the Buzzfeed crew members are exchanging nervous looks, even Sakusa has his eyes wide open.
Hinata realizes his mistake and freezes for a moment before he’s jumping and scuttling around in a panic.
“I-I-I MEAN HE SLAPS—NO, NOT LIKE SLAPS, LIKE SLAPS LIKE SLANG ‘YEAH THAT SHIT SLAPS’ KIND OF SLAP. NOT PHYSICAL ABUSE SLAP I—”, he exhales sharply, “I’M GONNA STOP TALKING NOW!!”
Sakusa snorts and covers his face with his hands, Bokuto has tears in his eyes from how hard he’s holding in his laughter, the MSBY pr manager sits back down, their pale face slowly regaining its color. Atsumu is left with what can only be described as a sea-sick expression, almost constipated. After a few seconds, he remembers how to speak and says:
“Shoyo…what the fuck.”
“I’M SORRY!”
Sakusa opens his palm up, he’s biting his lip to not let a chuckle escape. “Give me the phone, Hinata.”
Hinata wordlessly hands the phone over as Bokuto giggles and places both his hands on Hinata’s shoulders and jumps in place to brighten up the mood.
Atsumu finally laughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “Almost caught myself a scandal there.”
“Wouldn’t be the first,” Sakusa mutters as he scrolls to the next tweet he has to read.
“Miya is so fucking hot, I want that man to turn my legs into jello.”
Atsumu grins, “Well well well—“
Sakusa continues reading the tweet, “I’m talking about Miya Osamu btw, aka the better twin.”
Atsumu opens his eyes, “Huh??”
Sakusa snickers, “Finally a tweet I agree with.”
Bokuto raises his hand to cup around his lips and whispers to Hinata, “Here come the SakuSamu shippers…”
Hinata whispers back, “I thought they were called Omigiris…”
The camera crew turns to a very confused Atsumu, “We thought it would be funny to add an Osamu tweet” one of them says.
Atsumu scowls like a petulant child.
Hinata perks up, “Osamu is pretty sexy, ey? In his Onigiri Miya compression shirt too…”
Bokuto nods in agreement, “And that cap? Smash.”
Atsumu whines, “Guyssss, this is supposed to be about meeee!”
“Womp womp.”
“Omiii :(“
Sakusa gives the phone back to Atsumu, who pouts and sticks his tongue out before he grumbles, “Y’all love to bully me, huh? And here I thought we would have deep team bonding conversations.”
Sakusa quirks an eyebrow up, “…at a thirst tweets shoot?”
“It’s personal and vulnerable,” Hinata replies.
“The only vulnerable thing at risk here is my wellbeing,” Sakusa retorts.
Atsumu sighs as he grabs the phone from Sakusa. “I hope the next tweet makes me feel better…”, he mutters.
“I just know that if Miya Atsumu called me a real good boy, it would awaken something in me.”
Bokuto starts barking at that, “Yeah, it awakens that inner dog in me.”
“We are the Black Jackals.” Sakusa comments, matter-a-factly.
“Are they talking about that time you and Kageyama were at that youth camp?” Hinata asks.
Atsumu nods, “I believe so.”
“Then how do they know you said that…?”
Sakusa responds amusedly, “Knowing Tobio, he probably tweeted about it. That man hates Miya.”
Atsumu defends himself, “Hey now, hate is a strong word. Tobio-kun is just jealous that I’m Shoyo’s setter.”
Bokuto, once again, leans in closer to Hinata to whisper, “Here come the KageHina and AtsuHina shippers…”
Atsumu stares right at the camera with a smoldering expression, “User, you’re being a real good boy…”
Bokuto barks again. The video adds a sound effect that makes it sound like a chorus of Bokutos are barking all around.
Atsumu laughs and passes the phone to Bokuto.
“Someone on here said the English equivalent to Miya Atsumu’s Kansai dialect is a country accent. Well then, call me a cowboy the way I’d be riding that man till the break of dawn. #SaveAHorseRideACowboy”
The video adds a cowboy hat and lasso to Atsumu, who pretends to be on a horse. His voice is much deeper as he says, “Yeehaw~”
“Oooh we have international fans!” Hinata speaks excitedly.
Bokuto’s eyes light up at Hinata’s comment, “Oooh, Omi-kun, say something to them!”
Sakusa squints his eyes and raises an eyebrow, “What do you want me to say?”
Atsumu jumps in, “Tell them I’d be happy to let them have a go at this rodeo ride.” He clicks his tongue with a wink.
Sakusa sighs then looks directly at the camera, and says the following in perfect English: “I hope your taste in men improves from what it is now. My condolences.”
Atsumu smiles, completely oblivious to the insult. “Thanks, Omi-Omi.”
Sakusa smiles, an evil little smile. “My pleasure.”
- cut scene -
Atsumu tosses the phone back to the crew, “And that was it! I thoroughly enjoyed the ego boost, minus the parts when the team bullied me.”
“You were a good sport, Miya.” Hinata tells him.
“Thanks, Shoyo. And you’re a horrible speaker.”
Hinata’s face burns scarlet again at the reminder of his misfortunate wording earlier.
“2 out of 4 completed!”, Bokuto exclaims.
“Yes, we’re so close to being done.” Sakusa says, though he looks way too happy and relieved.
“More coming your way!” Hinata adds.
“Stay tuned~” Atsumu points at the camera.
“We’re the MSBY Black Jackals, goodbye!”
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"Keiji… please!"
You moaned softly, Akaashi had his full length inside of you as you called out his name.
"If you would've listened, we wouldn't be here right now."
You moaned as you felt your husband start speeding up his pace, it was sudden but you weren't complaining.
"Keiji… I'm cumming!"
"Not yet princess. Wait a bit longer."
"Please Keiji… Let me cum"
Akaashi didn't listen to you as he just started taunting you more, taking his cock out so he could bend down and begin sucking you out.
"Master, I'll be good next time…"
"You say that everytime, prove it to me next time."
"What did I do?"
"I told you not to pass your limits, only do what you can. However you didn't listen."
"I promise I'll do better next time.."
"Your promises are never kept, learn to keep them and then I'll trust you.."
Iwa! Iwa. i w a. IWA
we HAVE BEEN BLESSED
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do you guys think timeskip!kuroo has a closet of the same exact suit he wears for his vball promoter job like spongebob or that he switches his ties up like a high school history teacher
nothing drives me crazier than the fact that i started out in the hq fandom when timeskip came out and i was like "omg loml also likes computers beep boop" (me being a loser nerd) and now i'm literally majoring in computer science (also me being a loser nerd)???
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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ thinking abt counting every last freckle on yamaguchi tadashi's gorgeous face ”
even over the tv's droning noise, you hear that faint sound of snoring. with your head gently resting on his chest, you know yamaguchi tadashi is knocked out above you right now.
all you can do is stare absentmindedly at the glowing screen in front of you both in the living room. because how can you follow along with this tv show's plot when it is quite actually taking every fiber of your being not to turn your head to look at the view you exactly know is there?
no matter how many times you hear the keys jangle as tadashi unlocks the door to your humble little shared apartment,
he drops his bag next to his never-quite-polished-enough shoes,
throws off his employee id and comes searching for you with nothing but outstretched arms that yearn to hold you as he tells you about "the longest day" at work,
drapes himself over you all throughout the making of dinner in the kitchen, or as you retrieve the take-out that was dropped off at the front door,
says "the dishes can be for tomorrow" and suggests to instead finish that show that for some odd reason you two have never been able to get through,
and falls asleep by the time you get through a second episode–still in his work clothes except for an undone tie hanging loosely around his slightly unbuttoned shirt, mind you–with you snug against him just like this...
you could never get tired of that moment you start to hear the light in-and-out of breathing, right by your ear, tickling the back of your neck. the funny feeling of butterflies always erupts in your chest at that point.
among the many nights you've found yourself in this moment, there have been a few where you've taken the risk in waking your hardworking tadashi up, to see the picture of very peace itself (you firmly believe it is, at least):
everything is still, except for one or two stray strands of tadashi's hair, which gets blown about by the air conditioning unit not too far away from where you two are on the couch. his lips are parted the tiniest bit as his mind and body is having a well-deserved rest, and it would be comical if you didn't find him just so damn charming. and his long lashes are ever so slightly brushed against the freckles that adorn his nose and cheeks.
what's insane is that as annoying the tv is in this scenario, it serves a very vital role. it lights up those alluring freckles, as a colorful reflection of whatever's going on in the forever-unfinished show dances on your tadashi's sleeping face. it makes his freckles shine almost like they're stars.
if tadashi hasn't woken up by the turning of your body at that point (his arms are still very securely wrapped around you, by the way),
and his eyes haven't reluctantly fluttered open,
and you haven't had to gently remind him that he should probably change out of his work clothes and freshen up before he falls asleep again,
and the two of you sadly untangle yourselves and depart from your perfectly comfy position on the couch,
and the apartment air suddenly feels staggeringly cold...
you've enjoyed facing him like that for a while. you would count each star over and over again, finding new constellations and nebulas and comets each time–
no, you can't risk it tonight, you think this time. that image brings you so much enjoyment it's naturally been engrained in your memory, anyway. just close your eyes, and picture it again.
but maybe one look can't hurt. maybe tonight, the risk isn't so bad. you realize: you have many more nights to spend filled with your favorite stars, after all.
timeskip!yamaguchi aka the “my partner” guy of the office hands down w/o a doubt in my mind
and what if i’m a timeskip!tadashi x yn domestic life truther? so sue me!! 🙄☝️
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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ this is like word vomit but pleaseee he plagues my mind , i ' m clawing at the walls of my enclosure ( not proofread !! ) ”
um yeah so congrats to timeskip!kuroo for being able to live his best life
an even greater life with you in it, of course
because although he swaggers along in his little suit and tie handing out his card willy-nilly to god knows who all day,,,
you bet your sweet ass he’s got a picture of you in his wallet
and that wallet is constantly getting whipped out around the office as he looks at your smiling face
looking longingly and with a little lovestruck sigh
(he’s so dramatic)
he has your drink order on lock and will pick it up coming back from work
but he is the type to take a “sip” out of your cup in exchange
(half your drink’s gone after that 🙁)
he “needs help” tying his tie like every other morning
“y/n love of my life can you help me with this”
it was cute
like the first couple times
maybe not so much at the twentieth time
at this point you just tell him to do it himself so you don’t have to get out of your bed bc you know what he’s trying to do
"have you ever considered trying a clip-on tie, tetsu?"
but granted, whenever you do cave, it’s impossible to miss in the corner of your eye the way his eyes are filled with pure unadulterated admiration as he watches you tie the stupid tie
(it was never about the tie)
(he just needs to look at you before he has to go the work where he can’t look at you like this until he comes home later that night)
and sometimes when he gets home he really tries to take up making dinner some nights to give you a break
he even wears a little apron (your apron) over the wife pleaser and boxers he’s so accustomed to changing into upon arriving home
(really not necessary but you two watched the bear together one night and he’s really just trying to get into it with the apron)
he looks ridiculous but you hate to admit you find it so adorable
"can someone get me a fucking sharpie, that fucking works!!!"
"i'm sorry for cursing at you babe, i don't even need a sharpie, i was just saying the thing from the thing–"
the best he can do is like cold noodles or the occasional steak dinner which really aren’t that bad when those are on the dinner menu!!!
when it comes to everything else? well... yeah he’s better off without the apron
but make him lunch for the office? oh he’ll propose to you a second time right then and there next to your fridge
put the cute character cutouts in there too, as if he cares what his coworkers might say bc anything you touch is gold to him no matter what
“ok but where are your guys’ carrot flowers, huh? don’t eat your veggies? have you ever considered that what you should actually be concerned about, is that you’re not eating as balanced of meals as i am every day?”
part of me wants to say when all is said and done, you two share a bottle of wine or smth under the night sky together to wind down
but honestly i don’t think a moment with this man necessarily calls for being a little buzzed like that
he makes you laugh simply by how he talks about his day, and with his little comments and reactions to whatever you may tell him about yours
"some people may wonder how he got demoted from a coordinator position–but y/n, honey, if you saw the way he parallel parks on the street outside our office, you would agree he's very much lacking in the skill of coordination."
"wow, i can't believe she treated you that way. and you're sure she knows the 'h' in 'hr' stands for 'human', right? because she sure isn't acting like a good one."
"😧 ..."
it’s like your home becomes your own personal comedy-club to round off yet another day with the love of your life
with the sounds of both of your laughter mingling together in a solemn late-night harmony only ever truly appreciated by the both of you
and when you two finally head to bed
his arm can’t help but snake its way around your waist
"g'night my love..."
pulling you close and breathing in your scent as you both get lulled away into a deep sleep
all to repeat everything again the next morning <3
it’s the way i actually couldn’t gaf abt the miya bros until i saw osamu opens an onigiri shop in timeskip and then i started being like awooga
… food is a love language tell me i’m right or tell me i’m right
I’m begging you for more Hinata in Brazil fics
Hinata was in Brazil in 2015 to 2017 if I’m not wrong
So he lived here in the best years of funk (a famous music genre in Brazil, especially in Rio de Janeiro)
I’m begging you to do a fanfic of Hinata dancing funk
Here’s the link for one of my favorites by the time I was in High School
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_g3U4fJFMM0
I can help you with translations if you want, just wanna read some good shit about Shoyo in my country
She’s a ice cold B**ch
It took you a while to warm up to your new team. As the new and youngest manager of the MSBY Jackals, you had to prove yourself. You had to show the other managers and the coach that you were a serious candidate and the best pick for the team. You also had to juggle with getting along with the players. Being an introvert, it was hard at first but they weren’t too pushy and they were mostly down with keeping the relationship professional. Sure you were sometimes jealous of the team dinners you wouldn’t allow yourself to go to in fear of not belonging. Always giving out excuses to miss team building exercises. Polite answers to their questions on your private life. If you had to be honest you didn’t want to get attached or come out as needy. You were told throughout all your whole life that you were a cold bitch but hey you never got humiliated by anyone for showing too much interest and that’s what truly mattered to you. Dignity. And keeping it intact. That was until hurricane Miya hit you. Three blissful months of keeping your walls up and no one paying too much attention to you but the piss blond setter started forcing conversations with you more and more. You were a pro when it came to avoiding deep or personal conversations but Atsumu Miya had a knack for taking people by surprise. One minute you’re politely laughing at the pleasantries exchanged on the weather next he tells you he feels a responsibility to be successful at volleyball since his brother stopped playing and right after he’ll ask you who you think is hotter between him and Oikawa. At first it was funny. You’d just humor him by listening and giving back small answers. Until one day he actually got a genuine laugh out of you after a joke at the expense of Bokuto. It wasn’t even that funny. But it cheered you up after you had been yelled at by the coach for messing up paperwork. The problem is that you let out your realest ugliest laugh. And not only did it catch you off guard but Atsumu too. As you put your hand on your mouth apologizing his eyes widened “that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard in my whole life” he said with a smile. You quickly excused yourself after that. Later that night as you were in your bed, thinking back, it dawned you: you were developing the most cliche of crushes on Atsumu. You had to nip this in the bud immediately. You just had to figure out how.
Very self indulgent. Part 2 this week.💕