ㅤ ୭ৎ ࣪ kaomoji emotions ִֶָ ࣪ ⊹

　　໒꒰ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ྀི꒱১ 　૮꒰ྀི > . < ꒱ྀིა 　໒꒰ྀི ˃ ∩∩ ˂ ꒱ྀི১

　 ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა 　૮꒰ྀི ◡ ˶ ◡ ꒱ྀི১ 　૮꒰ྀི つ˘ `⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

　　໒꒰ྀི ´͈ ᵕ  `͈ ꒱ྀི১  ໒꒰ྀི ≧ ᗜ ≦ ꒱ྀིა 　໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა

　　໒꒰ྀི `⁠ Д⁠ ´⁠ ꒱ྀི੭ 　໒꒰ྀི ٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠ ꒱ྀི১ 　໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝ -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ⸝⸝꒱ྀི১

　 ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝•᷅ࡇ•᷄⸝⸝꒱ྀི১ 　໒꒰ྀི ಠ ᎔ ಠ ꒱ྀི১ 　໒꒰ྀི⇀ ㅁ ↼‶ ꒱ྀི১

　 ໒꒰ྀི ੭-ࡇ-꒱ྀི੭ 　໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝ •̀⁠ _ •́⁠⸝⸝꒱ྀི১  ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝≖⃙⃚᷅ ⤙≖⃙⃚᷄⸝⸝꒱ྀི১

 　໒꒰ྀི´ ᵔ ` ꒱ྀིა 　૮꒰ྀི ᴗ͈ ˕ ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀིა　 ໒꒰ྀི o̴̶̷̤ ̯o̴̶̷̤ ꒱ྀི১

 　૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა　  ໒꒰ ྀི ′̥̥̥ ᵔ ‵̥̥̥ ꒱ྀིა　 ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝◞ ˕ ◟⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

 　໒꒰ྀི •̥ ̯ •̥ ゙ ꒱ྀིა　 ໒꒰ྀིっ˕‹̥̥̥ ꒱ྀི১　 ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝⸝ ◜. ก̀⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

　 ໒꒰ྀི ․ ․⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა　  ໒꒰ྀི › ⸝⸝ ก꒱ྀི১　 ໒꒰ྀི ∩⸝⸝∩ ꒱ྀི১

　 ໒꒰ྀི ˵•  ̫ก ꒱ྀིა　 ໒꒰ྀི ˃̵͈᷄ . ∩ ꒱ྀི১　 ໒꒰ྀི ´๑ ̫๑` ꒱ྀིა

　 ໒꒰ྀི ˃̵ ࿁ ˂̵ ꒱ྀིა 　 ໒꒰ྀི ˵ˊᯅˋ˵ ꒱ა　 ૮꒰ྀི⊃ o̴̶̷᷄  ̫・⊂꒱ྀིა

　 ૮꒰ ｡. ｡꒱ྀིა　 ໒꒰ྀི ౦  ̫ o꒱ྀིა　  ໒꒰ྀི ・｡⁠・ ꒱ྀིა

　 ૮꒰ ◎ ｡⁠◎⁠ ꒱ྀིა  ૮꒰ ‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠ ꒱ྀིა　  ໒꒰ྀི ´౦ ‸ ౦` ꒱ྀིა

　 ໒꒰ྀི ȏ⁠ . ȏ⁠ ꒱ྀིა　໒꒰ྀི o . o ; ꒱ྀིა　 ໒꒰ྀི • · • ꒱ྀིა

you love it when your boyfriend gets sick.

kita shinsuke is very very very healthy, so he rarely ever does. but on the rare chance that it happens, you’re all over the moon.

pale lips cough against you as you cup his face, kita shifting back to consciousness as he looks up at you.

“you’re hot, shin,” you say, concern lacing your tone as your brows furrow, covering up the excitement bubbling within you.

the man in question only nuzzles up to you, closing his eyes. “you smooth talker.”

“no, literally. are you feeling sick?”

“...” he opens his eyes now, seemingly avoiding your gaze. “well... i have been feeling a little under the weather, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary.”

“no!” you almost yell. “i mean— no. um... i’ll grab the thermometer. you stay here, okay?”

“...okay?”

and rush, you do. you grab the thermometer, already plotting your next scheme.

“okay, baby, your temperature is... thirty eight point four,” you sigh, caressing his cheek. “looks like you’ll have to stay home and let me take care of you for the whole day.”

and kita chuckles, because of course that was what you were after. “oh, is that so?”

“mhm. so i’ll go ahead and make you some breakfast, we can eat together and you can drink some pills, okay?”

“you’re enjoying this too much, aren’t you?”

“you never let me baby you!” you whine in defense, hand travelling to his chest as you feel his heart beat against your palm.

shinsuke looks down, placing his hand atop yours before looking back up at you, his gaze hinting.

“how ‘bout i just give you a baby, instead?”

KOZUME KENMA hates playing online games with other people.

sure, he has his 'team' that he regularly plays with online—but it's not anybody he knows. he'd never even let kuroo or yaku play with him, much less lev. his team had given up asking already, knowing the answer before kenma would even open his mouth.

his excuse? that they would drag him down.

"i actually take this seriously," he would say.

so when you started dating, you never bothered to ask him to play.

it's not like you didn't want to; you would like nothing more than to know what kenma liked, what made him click. but after countless warnings from kuroo, you decided against it.

until the day you stayed over at kenma's.

when he walked over to the tv and picked up his console after dinner, you'd assumed he wanted to play alone.

but then—

"y/n?"

it was so quiet you'd sworn it was your imagination.

"yes, kenma?"

"would you like to play with me?"

internally, you were gloating at kuroo.

"i'd love to."

he's surprisingly patient when he teaches you the game. from what you'd heard, you were half-scared that he might find your lack of skill in the game awful. you were scared he might give up.

but he doesn't.

he leads you through every step of the game, and even though the progress is slow, he swears it's the most fun he's ever had playing a game.

and the next morning, when his parents see the two of you asleep in front of a still-on tv, they can't help but laugh.

hq m.list | gen m.list

how the haikyu boys would react if you showed up to a game - after saying you wouldnt! °○~

contains : hinata, kageyama, daichi, tsukkishima, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa, iwazumi, ushijima, tendou

warnings/tags : not all boys included ! suggestive themes in a few of them, but nothing descriptive!

note : just some of my fav cuties, if you want more pls throw it in the requests! i wrote half of this on mobile and half on my laptop, pls excuse any mistakes. i also had either none or alot of motivation for these, so eat up what you can out of this!

masterlist // requests are open

SHOYO HINATA :

he honestly forgot about the banter between you two, begging for you to come but then being shot down because of your studies. so when he stepped onto the court and began playing, he didn't pay any attention to it.

What if you called your boyfriend “husband” ?

tags : ts! kenma, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi x reader (separately), fluff ,established rs

kenma : kenma’s fingers move effortlessly across his controller, eyes locked on the screen as he plays. you’re next to him, sitting on the other end of the ouch, on the phone, casually chatting with your friend. he’s only half-listening until you let out a soft laugh and say, “i’m sorryy i don’t think i can come tomorrow , i have plans with my husband.”

kenma’s brain short-circuited ,his character stands completely still. did he hear that right? his first instinct is to ask—wait, husband?—but you’re still talking, so he just sits there, staring at your with his mouth slightly open, overthinking every possible reason why you just called him that.

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 “coworker” texts

content warning ; tattoo artist! suna. flirting. clumsy! reader. random manager named shelby. suna’s little sister appearance. tattoo artist! reader. mention of smoking. tattooed! suna.

I COULD BE YOUR CRUSH — WRIOTHESLEY

“You just don’t understand, Neuvillette,” you sighed dramatically, stabbing your fork into the delicate cake in front of you. “He’s totally swoon-worthy.”

Neuvillette took a sip of his tea before carefully placing the cup back on its saucer. For a while, he continued to stay silent, as if considering his words.

Once he finally opened his mouth, the only question that came out was a calm, “How so?”

It didn’t take long for a million reasons to pop into your head.

“Wait. Wait a second.” Oikawa squints at you, then at Iwaizumi, then back at you again. “Something's different.”

“First time we see you in almost a year, and you're already acting weird.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, pulling out two chairs for you both to sit down. “Nothing's different.”

“Glad to see leaving Japan hasn't changed you, Oikawa.” You chime in, sliding into your seat. It was a nice little cafe, not too crowded, but not empty either. The table Oikawa had chosen was tucked away in the back, right by a window overlooking the street, giving you a perfect opportunity to watch the people walking by.

“No.... no, something is definitely off.” Oikawa looks over to the other two occupied seats, searching for some sort of agreement from his companions. “You two see it, don't you? Something has definitely changed since our last meet-up.”

“Our last meet-up was last September. I think it would be weirder if we hadn't changed a little since then,” Matsukawa laughs, waving him off. “I mean, look at Makki's haircut.”

suna "we're just friends" rintaro who's actually in a secret relationship with you, but feels the need to keep it a secret until it gets more serious because he's scared. except the miya twins have caught on, and they have a running bet going for who's going to spill first. atsumu thinks suna would rather keel over than admit to them he's dating someone, but osamu is smugly convinced that his friend's resolve is weaker than yours. so they decide to put it to the test.

it starts off . . . weird. osamu is putting moves on you, and you have no idea what to make of it. he's asking to walk you home and tells you that you should come to watch them practice. he even shoves atsumu out of their usual seat in the cafeteria to invite you to sit next to him. he seems really interested in you, and you don't want to be mean, but you also can't lead him on.

you're too focused on osamu's strange behavior to notice that he only acts this way when suna is around. so you don't see the way your boyfriend clenches and unclenches his fists when he overhears osamu wanting to walk you home after school. you don't hear the huff he lets out or how he slams his locker door a little harder when osamu invites you to watch them play with a well practiced smile. and you certainly don't realize the sheet white paleness that grows on his face when osamu shoves atsumu off the bench to make space for you.

suna doesn't blame you. his friends are idiots and getting on his last nerve. but everything comes to a screeching halt when osamu puts his arm around your shoulder, and suna absolutely loses it.

"we're dating!" it's the closest he gets to yelling without actually, but it's loud.

"damn it!" atsumu shouts, but suna doesn't hear. he practically has tunnel vision, zeroed in on where osamu connects to you.

"we're dating," he repeats through gritted teeth. "so get your grimy slimy spiker little hands—" he stalks over to osamu with surprising speed to knock his hand off of you, "off of my—"

"rintaro," you scold softly, and the twins try not to react when their usually unbothered and finicky middle blocker . . . listens?

"he—you're my—i'm—" he erupts in an aggravated groan and quickly decides to pull you to his side, away from osamu.

suna starts mumbling things under his breath they can't hear. his words are clearly reserved only for you, but the twins watch quietly anyway as you smooth away the worry lines growing on his face from his furrowed eyebrows and press a soft kiss to his cheek that has leaves them dusted in the slightest pink. he's whipped, and suddenly the only thing the miyas could think of was—how the hell did they not notice sooner?

yes i'm a soft lovesick sunarin truther. that man is a simp and i take no arguments

— doing his eyeliner while sitting on his lap

— xiao

"hey, you're shaking xiao, i can't focus."

"tzzz, i'm not," xiao rasps— ugh, you're just so pretty, you know? with a faint dusting of light clinging to your eyes, delicate yet indifferent, as if the universe itself had carelessly bestowed it upon you. he believes there was something unsettling in your gentleness, a quiet radiance that seemed to exist beyond the confines of this world— beyond reason, beyond him.

his hands grip around your waist like you might disappear if he ever dared to let go of you as his ears were dusted a telltale red, to be fair, xiao cannot keep his hands of you, and in his opinion it should always be like this, never too far from each other— forever as he snuggles himself a little closer towards you.

you shift slightly, adjusting your position on his lap as he tenses like a tightly wound wire, his thighs firm beneath you, muscles twitching as if resisting the urge to latch onto you with his soft lips.

you bite back a smile, dipping the tip of the pencil against his lower lash line as his breath shudders, yet this wasn't fear, don't misread xiao for his reaction, it was not from discomfort— just something inside of him reacting almost fragile, tenderly beautiful yet he didn't quite know how to name such emotions.

Wanderer pulls back from your lips, a look of disgust washing over his features. A look of hurt is mixed in as well. Followed by a bit of surprise at you blatant betrayal. He sits back in his chair, arms crossed with that little pout on his face that he will never admit he has. Blue eyes framed in that rich red liner boring into yours as they accuse you without any words.

"Candy?" he questions you, full of frustration. Not angry of course, he may look like he is with his eyebrows knitted and a grimace on his face, but he could never feel true anger at you. Just, disappointed.

"They had a basket out front," you admit sheepishly with a playful giggle. Your shoulders raised a little, face turning away as you tried not to continue to laugh at his scolding.

He clicked his tongue, then traced it over his lips. A look of visible displeasure crossed his features, only followed by him trying to hold back a gag at the undeniably sweet flavor.

"Warn me next time," as he speaks, his eyes are narrowly focused on you, voice rough as he huffs the words out dejected.

There's no time to even open your mouth to defend yourself. Wanderer leans forward before you do, pressing his lips against yours once more. Even though he hates the sweet taste, he can't deny himself the pleasure of your kiss any longer. The taste will wash away, the time wasted can't be recovered.

scaramouche doesn't really get jealous of other people, he trusts you, right? yet— he does get jealous of objects, yes, and he's proud of it as well.

you spend too much time reading? your eyes practically glued all over the pages of your book before you hear a faint, "wow, i guess this book is a lot more interesting than me, huh?" or how dare you pet a cat for too long instead of giving him that attention? "i didn't know you had such great affection for strays, *must* be nice," to be the cat

or suddenly gush about a character from the book you've been reading— as always, you cannot catch his annoyed expression soon enough as he narrows his eyes and mutters, "pff, i could beat him in a fight, how embarrassing,"

"…kuni, it's a romance novel,"

"even better."

Underneath the Broken Pieces

The warm glow of the lamps flickered in the cozy shared house, casting soft shadows on the bookshelves lining the walls. The faint scent of parchment and ink filled the air as the two of you settled into your evening routine. Ratio, as usual, was absorbed in his research, his violet wavy hair brushing against his face as he poured over ancient texts and data sheets. You, sitting at the other end of the room, worked diligently on a project of your own, though your eyes occasionally wandered toward him.

happy april fools day from the fool doctor