I felt this deserved its own post 😋

This was a very very old idea i had, and i actually remember trying to draw it but then giving up cuz i couldnt get todorokis pose right. The vision i had was more similar to the second slide but instead of a bus stop, they were under this ??? Tree?? Sitting area?? Obviously i changed it up a bit and made it a short comic which i actually quite like 😂😂

Kabedon but it’s an accident and now Tanaka is flustered

also i go ham with the lightening again

your favorite is proud of you no matter what. they know how hard you try, how much effort and time you put into whatever you're doing. that's why they're so incredibly proud of you. they'll never forget to praise you whenever you do something they might've been a challenge for you. they never fail to wrap you up in the tightest and biggest bear hug, picking you up and spinning you around in their strong arms, eagerly peppering every inch of your face with kisses — your nose, your forehead, your cheeks, lips. "see, baby?" they pull back with a grin brother than the sun itself tugging at their lips, an infectious one that soon has you smiling sheepishly. "I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you..." One more kiss, a much more tender one is placed on the crown of your head as they hold you to their chest. "I couldn't be prouder of you. Not only who you are but how far you've come. Thank you for being so strong."

not to overreact or anything but the day timeskip haikyuu is animated i will simply fucking ascend my heart is racing just thinking about kuroo in a suit, the kuroo tetsuro 24 japan volleyball association sports promotion division, kenma in that stupid messy bun, msby??? bokuto, hinata, atsumu, and sakusa? in one team? fuck i am deceased. brazil hinata ang oikawa? good fucking bye. iwaizumi hajime 27 atheletic trainer? you have no idea how much i will actually riot when that day comes idc if im pushing 30s by that time.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO - KING OF THE COURT x

@etherealtobio

Finally!! Eboys & softboys chain is finished and they’re all together 🤧

[2:39 AM] KUROO TETSURŌ

"it's two in the morning," you say, and a funny little smile spreads across kuroo's face.

"i missed you."

he's standing outside your window—pebble still in hand—with his bag slung over his shoulder and exhaustion dancing across his face. you'd be lying if you said you weren't happy to see him—but he woke you up, and giving him any sort of satisfaction after that seems like an awful idea.

"i was asleep," you hum, sticking your head outside the window frame.

"and now you're not." you roll your eyes and you can see his teeth peek out from behind his lips—a toothy little smile that tells you you’ve already lost. “i’m gonna freeze out here if you don’t let me in.”

“maybe i want you to freeze. a science experiment, i guess.” you return his little grin—toothy and wide and just as exhausted—and you can see the breath of a sigh sputter through the air.

“really, a science experiment?” he asks.

“yeah,” you hum. “i wanna see what would happen to your hair.”

you lean forward, pushing the window open a little further as he shakes his head, stepping towards the siding.

“just let me in, stupid.”

and you didn’t notice it before, but the stars are bright tonight. they streak his skin—constellations spilling across his back as he hoists himself into your window.

you wouldn't tell him—wouldn't ever give him the additional ego boost—but he looks pretty. he's blue and purple and bright—an extension of the midnight sky—and he's barely through the window, but he's so close that you can smell his cologne.

he slings his bag onto the floor and wipes the dirt off of his hands, but when his attention shifts to you, you laugh.

there are bags under his eyes and a smile on his face and he's filling the gap between you slowly—a little hesitation in each motion of his body.

"hi," he murmurs, fingers finding the side of your cheeks.

"hi," you return, and a smile stretches across his face.

he lingers, eyes dancing over your own, breath swirling across your skin, and when he opens his mouth to speak again you pull him in—a tug at his collar that slams your lips together.

but kuroo always kisses you as if it's his last. he's quick and eager—teeth tugging at your bottom lip, breath mixing in the air. he's gentle and sweet in his movements, but there's always something a little desperate under the surface.

and after a moment, you pull away—lungs hitched and eyes wide—and he chuckles, a little laugh finding the air of your room.

"you did miss me." his voice is stuttered—still a little rasped by the movement of your mouths—but there's a little cockiness coating it; a sound that's so incredibly kuroo that it makes you laugh.

and you tilt your head to the side, fingers still wrapped around the collar of his shirt and the lull of sleep heavy on both of your faces, and you smile. "i don't know," you whisper with a grin. "maybe a little bit."

reblogs/interaction is always appreciated!!

help me

— tape (kageyama x gn!reader | enemies-to-lovers)

❤ pairing !! timeskip!kageyama x gn!reader

❤ trope !! enemies-to-lovers

❤ requested by !! @etherealtobio

❤ word count !! 782

❤ author notes !! mab! hello! i hope a nice little grumpy kageyama confession brightens your day today, because a) this idea just started writing itself and i couldn’t stop and b) you deserve all the good things!

“you like me,” you say, and it’s not a question. you’re repeating the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard in front of the man who just said it. “are you feeling okay?”

the irony isn’t lost on you, not really. the one time kageyama tobio isn’t harsh and biting, you just have to go and ruin it by teasing him. it’s just what you do.

“yeah, i don’t believe it either,” he grumbles, a metaphorical dark cloud hanging over him. he won’t look at you; in fact, he looks like he wishes he could disappear, or run away, or something, given the dark red splotches all over his cheeks and neck that make him look like he has hives. maybe he does have hives, you giggle to yourself; if anyone’s allergic to their own emotions, it’s him.

Keep reading

★ YOU KNOW HE CARES WHEN… [ PART 1 ]

featuring; bokuto koutarou, iwaizumi hajime, kageyama tobio, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, matsukawa issei, suna rintarou.

☆ atsumu can be quite stubborn at times—he wants to have the last word, he wants to prove that he’s right even when he knows he isn't—and refuses to throw his pride away for most people. you are an exception to his stubbornness and you know that simply because his demeanour changes around you; his voice softens when he speaks, he tones down his dramatic gestures, he’s mindful of what he says. although it isn’t always smooth sailing, atsumu tries to deal with his emotions as best he can because he wants you to know that he’s grateful to have you around and acknowledges the way you put up with him and his occasional mood swings—you’re a constant in his life and it’s only fair that he tries for you.

Keep reading

haikyuu [manga] redraws: omi edition

10:55 pm + iwaizumi hajime

plop!

iwaizumi watches your eyes widen with sadness, your eyebrows flying up as your oreo falls into your milk.

he can’t help but snicker as you tilt your mug slightly and try to reach for your cookie. he’s amused, really, at how desperate you are for one oreo.

“what’s so funny haji? can’t you see i’m struggling here?” you say, putting your cup down in defeat. the cookie has crumbled at this point, leaving your milk a greyish color.

“let it be, pretty. want me to get you more?” he asks, already getting up from his seat on the couch.

“no, i think i’m done,” you say, getting up alongside him. he smiles slightly at the pout on your face, one you don’t even know you’re showing.

the apartment is quiet, the sound of the fan whirring fills your ears along with the patter of hajime’s feet following you to the kitchen.

you place your cup into the sink, not even bothering to wash it because hajime would never let you do housework past 9 pm. you should relax, he’d tell you, i’ll take care of it in the morning. and he always does.

and all of a sudden, you feel two warm hands slide underneath your hoodie and onto your waist, turning you around gently. feathery light kisses are placed on your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, and finally, your lips.

it’s these quiet moments in this very kitchen that make your heart beat frantically. because when it’s just you and hajime, the world seems to stop turning. his hands continue to rub circles into your waist — the calluses that have formed over the years dig into your skin in the most comforting way, familiar with every inch of your skin.

a hand comes up to your cheek and you feel a sudden pinch. looking up at the man in front of you (he’s adorning a mischievous smile), you punch him gently. your eyebrows furrow in faux annoyance, and he knows it.

“okay, pouty, let’s go brush our teeth,” he says, shuffling the both of you, who are still embracing each other, to the bathroom.

a few trips and elbow jabs later, hajime is looking at you with toothpaste covering his lips. and of course, his hand is still on your waist. he leans down to press a foamy kiss to your cheek. and as you shriek and push him away, he laughs wholeheartedly. sure, he annoys you, but he does it so he can see that pout he loves so much.

cute, he thinks when he sees your lips jut out. for some reason, you tolerate him and his antics. hajime knows that he’ll be the reason he makes your pout go away, too. whether it be by kissing it away or giving you the world — he knows he’d do it all for you.

-🐸

pretend

solilium’s milestone event

"i'm sorry about this."

your leg shakes anxiously under the covers as you make sure not to disturb tsukishima too much. he's stark still lying next to you, one arm bent underneath his pillow and facing away completely.

"sorry about what part? lying to your parents all day or not confessing the truth when your mom gave us one futon to sleep on?"

Straight hair Omi Episode 2 to ends Atsumu's life.

Straight haired doesnt mean he is straight(?)

MAKING OUT IN THE CAR

MAB AND AKAASHI’S EASY MELODY

tell me, how do you make everything feel a little easier?

he'd always considered himself to be the creative—all smudged ink and lead over palms of his hands, messy hair from nights spent in warm lamp light curled over paper after paper.

and yet, looking around the apartment, it seems to be just as scattered with your own mind as it is his. instruments tucked into the corner of your room, sketchbooks and art supplies laying on your bedside table, your laptop half-open in front of the couch, an unedited draft still sitting on the screen.

and then there's the undeniable presence of you. akaashi could never contain you even if he wanted to—because even though you're out of sight, making something in the kitchen that he can't quite see, you're still humming a little tune that carries through the rest of your apartment.

he pads through the halls, feeling the chill of the november breeze drifitng into your little home. though once he gets to the kitchen, it's all warmth and playful smiles, the sound of your voice so much clearer now as you make something over the stove-top's fire.

and god, things are so much simpler with you here—calming and loving in the way that, no matter where he is, you know you'll be by his side and he'll be by yours.

and so he walks behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. you laugh out a sweet hello that only makes him press closer to you, burying his nose into your collar.

"mab," he murmurs into your skin, and when you don't respond, he tries again with a quick, "baby."

and now he's grabbed your attention, has you turning in his arms so you can look at him, your hands reaching up to his cheeks to trace the pads of your fingers across his skin.

"god," he breathes, as though his mind can't keep up with his tongue, "you're pretty, you know that?"

you laugh, lightly swatting at his chest before turning back to the stove.

"you only remind me every day," you reply, and he can hear the smile in your voice.

what he doesn't say, and what he won't say until much later, perhaps late at night, when he can hardly keep himself from saying the things that etch into his skull, is that he doesn't just mean in the way you look. no, akaashi keiji thinks you're pretty in the way you've painted yourself across his life, in the way you exist in his world in the easiest of ways, and in the way he knows you like he knows his own hands—ink and lead and all.

@etherealtobio ❤︎ mab!!! first can i just say that your music taste is so pretty i literally adore it <3333 i hope you like this!! ilysm and i just know akaashi would adore you <33 ANYWAY LOVE YOU BYE

😭😭😭 SAV IM GONNA CRY