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#haikyuu!! memes
chloegoround · 2 years
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you want me to play volleyball? the thing that killed daichi sawamura?
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rae-does-stuff · 1 year
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It’s a…
Suna-ru
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kjade31 · 2 years
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I made some Haikuu memes…all I gotta say is enjoy.
Like/reblog if you save.
Please don’t repost without permission.
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writtenbyevie · 1 year
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you ever read a fic so good you want to sit around and discuss it with people english class style
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iinoruu · 6 days
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osamu never tried to interact with his followers again after that… 😞
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amezure · 3 months
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Support me on PATREON 😋
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annypuff · 1 year
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oikawa apparently
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shrimpari · 3 months
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They play volleyball together on the weekends
Did that steven panel redraw circulating on Twitter
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chealinks · 6 months
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Kuroo Tetsurou from the JVA asks the JPN National Volleyball Team Questions ft Kodzuken!! (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)
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diznam · 2 years
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After First Kiss (anime edition)
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emmyrosee · 4 months
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“Daddy!!”
“Yes, Hisako?”
The fire alarm has got to be fixed. It’s kept him, you, and your always patient four year old up all night and it’s absolutely showing.
Atsumu’s had it up to here. Between Osamu and Rintaro questioning every single move he makes to fix the beeping fire alarm, and his four year old, coming up every four minutes to ask him questions or make demands or just being a little menace, to the point where even his brother takes pity on him and takes her away and entertains her for a bit.
“Daddy! I need you!”
“Hisako, please,” he begs. “Please tell me what’s wrong, or get uncle Osamu or Rintaro to help you.”
“But I want you,” she whines.
“I understand, but you need to be patient with daddy, okay-“
“Daddyyyyy!” She says petulantly, stomping her foot. Atsumu screws his eyes shut. “It’s impotent!”
The room falls silent. Atsumu’s eyes fly back open, and osamu tries to hold a bit of decorum while Rintaro positively cackles at the four year old, clutching his sides and smacking the counter.
Osamu clears his throat and scoops Hisako in his arms, “doll… do you mean important?”
“No,” she defends. “Impotent. Means it’s impotent!”
Rintaro stands no chance at catching his breath at this point. He’s fallen to his knees while he screams laughter as loud as he can, and Hisako giggles in Osamu’s neck in reaction.
Two big hands scrub down Atsumu’s face, “do I even want to know… where you heard that word?”
“Uncle Shi-Shi.”
Rintaro almost pisses his pants.
“WHY DOES UNCLE SHINSUKE SAY THAT WORD IN FRONT OF YOU?”
“‘Cause when you call, he asks why is impotent.”
Rintaro gasps for air, “please. Please, ‘Sako. I’m gonna die.”
She gasps, “don’t die uncle ‘taro!”
“Rintaro!”
“Daddy?”
“Atsumu answer your daughter!”
“I DONT KNOW HOW, OSAMU!”
“Uncle osamu?”
“DONT YOU START WITH ME, TSUMU!”
“I’m gonna piss my pants-“
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” You scream, not realizing Hisako was right in Osamu’s arms.
“Mumma!”
“Babe-“
The room falls silent for a second, all wide eyes looking at you. Your hands come up to cover your mouth. Rintaro starts to wheeze.
Hisako leans next to Osamu’s ear, “mommy said the fuck-word,” she says.
Osamu shushes her, “you can’t say the word.”
“That’s why I said fuck-word.”
“You have to say f-word, lean cuisine,” rintaro manages.
“…..fuck.”
“HISAKO!”
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Tagging you 🥺 @reverie-starlight @wolffmaiden @thoreeo @aliensknowmyillusions @tutuwusworld @lavishcherie @sassycheesecake @cheolattes @rrairey @unknownspecies
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quixoatic · 7 months
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this is sakusa kiyoomi he has 9 counts of attempted murder via eye offending clothes
Part 1 | Part 2
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weathertheraine · 6 months
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I have so many of these saved you would not believe. They r the couple of all time.
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earthtooz · 1 year
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cw: fluff with minimal angst, reader and tsumu had an argument, msby4 is there, food mentions, probably bad writing like i just wrote this but i can't remember what i actually wrote which is a little alarming..., unedited and not proofread :,)
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<bokuto3: hi it's atsumu
<bokuto3: WHY DOES BOKKUN HAVE YOUR CONTACT AS '<y/n3'?????? OUTRAGEOUS.
<bokuto3: anyways hi it's atsumu
<bokuto3: i miss u :( pls unblock me asap i'm sorry baby please i really am
<bokuto3: please don't be mad at me i thikn i'm lodsing my mind
<bokuto3: call me back. or text me back. unbloc k my email too thanx
<bokuto3: okay bye i luv u to the moon and back
<bokuto3: i'd do anything for u baby pls jyst talk to me again and i'd even swallow hot coals if you asked pls pls pls
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
you: give bokuto his phone back. get back to practice. bye.
<bokuto3: LOVE OF MY LIFE
<bokuto3: NO Y/N PLEASE I MISS YOU SO MUCH DON'T GO
you pocket your phone with a sigh, ignoring the way it continually buzzes with with messages and spam texts, probably just of atsumu professing his undying love for you and grovelling. pretty standard of him after an argument so intense that you had to walk out on before things escalated to places you would regret.
you can't deny that you miss him too, and it's been less than 24 hours since you saw him last.
in fact, you literally saw him this morning when sending him off to practice with a grumbled 'have a good practice' after he kissed over your forehead with a lightness rivalling a feather. a gentleness typically unseen from him.
really, the blond setter was just terrified of irritating you further.
then when you got up half an hour later, you're not pleased to see how atsumu was spamming you with messages, all conveying the messages he was scared of saying earlier. things like 'i love you', 'can't wait to go home to you', or 'did you see the photo of osamu's cat i sent'.
it's sweet, really; he is, but when you're still a little hurt from the harsh exchange you had last night, you didn't want him blowing up your phone this early in the morning.
so your only solution for a peaceful morning was to block him apparently.
something that clearly did not sit well with him because he then started spamming your socials and your emails with protests. did he not have practice to get to? where was all this time coming from?
you blocked him on those platforms too from the goodness of your heart because you had a feeling that he was skipping warmup in order to text you. if he pulled a muscle during practice, you don't want to begin imagining what a pain he'd be to look after.
glancing around the park you were currently strolling through to clear your mind, you only get a second to breathe when your phone starts buzzing again. this time, with a call notification from bokuto.
picking up, you immediately assume that it's atsumu who is bothering you after suffering the blows of how hard you've been ghosting him.
"atsumu for the love of-"
you're cut off of your own sentence when you hear somewhat muffled voices in the background.
"damn you messed up big time!" comes hinata's bubbly voice. you can indistinctly hear someone agreeing in the background- bokuto?
"stop rubbing it in!" atsumu exclaims, whining. you can picture him in your head right now, slouching against the wall as he deflates with each reminder of his mistake.
bokuto must have pocket-dialed you. you're about to hang up until you hear:
"how about you stop being miserable? your relationship with y/n will be fine as long as you apologise, this isn't the end of the world," lectures sakusa.
"for you maybe! ah already feel like y/n's slipping away from my grasp," cries your boyfriend. "and y/n is my world. so really, it does feel like the end of the world."
"you know what they say. love kills," mutters bokuto.
"literally no one has ever said that," sakusa deadpans.
"someone's probably said it."
"well if love does kill can it hurry up with atsumu?"
the dark-haired's simple statement makes you laugh, one that bursts suddenly before you have to cover your mouth from shame, hoping that it didn't disturb anyone.
"hey!" atsumu huffs before you can hear him groan dramatically again. except something's telling you that this isn't for show. "can't ya show a little sympathy to the guy who is having the worst time of his life? my partner doesn't even want to talk to me! i might as well rot right here and now."
"don't do that!" protests bokuto. "i'm sure y/n isn't as mad as you think. just talk to-"
"-what do you think i've been doing this whole time? i've been grovelling-"
"-no, you've been a bitch. i don't think telling y/n to 'text you back' counts as a proper apology."
the setter 'hmphs' and you can imagine the way he's crossing his arms. atsumu never did lose that immature side of him, but he tries, and you adore him for it. "is proclaiming my love not enough?"
"you can say 'i love you' to everyone, idiot, and you can confess your undying adoration for y/n any time. you do it on a regular basis anyways, atsumu, you don't need to double down on it just because you had an argument-"
"-but i'm scared that y/n will forget!"
the blond's outburst stuns everyone into silence. you hear a sniffle.
"what if i'm not worth the time? sometimes i get really scared that y/n might pack up and leave me because there's someone better out there. someone more patient and less of a hassle?"
it's so painfully silent, but each word that atsumu mutters is like a knife to your heart. how long has he felt this way?
hinata is the first to break the awkwardness. "c'mon man, you're literally high school sweethearts. i don't think you have anything to worry about."
"yeah, you're being silly right now, tsum-tsum!" bokuto agrees. "after all this time together, i think y/n has a reason to stay with you!"
"apart from my dashing good looks?"
"stupidity is temporary. get better soon," sakusa grumbles.
"omi-omi you're so mean!"
you hang up the call when you hear atsumu's chirpy tone again, unable to stop a smile from appearing on your own face. so long as he was happy, you were too.
that's what happens when you're soulmates, you suppose.
it's the same soulmate bond responsible for the fact that you were currently waiting outside the gym where msby practices were held, impatiently leaning against a small pole as you pass time on your phone.
then, just as you look up to check if anyone has left the building, your heart stops at the sight of a familiar faux-blond, animatedly chatting to one of his teammates. but when he meets your gaze, it takes him less than a fraction of a second to charge towards you.
instead of bracing for impact, you open your arms for him to tackle into, an offer he takes immediately.
as you both stumble backwards from the momentum, atsumu revels in your laughter and cherishes the feeling he gets knowing that everything is okay between you two. you chose to greet him after practice, you chose to go the somewhat inconvenient route all the way to his gym, you chose him and he hopes you never consider another option again.
and you won't. atsumu loves too hard and too well, warming you from the inside out to defrost any pain the coldness of life might leave you with. although he sometimes gets insecure about this overbearing trait of his, you get to show him each time just how beautiful it is; to wear your heart on your sleeve and love the world for what it is.
to love you for who you are.
"i'm sorry," he begins. "for what ah said last night, i was a real dick."
you smile. "well if you're really sorry, you'd let me take you out for some food, right?"
"only if it's your favourite."
"okay, sap. let's go then."
you think you hear atsumu whisper a 'thank you for letting me love you' before pulling him away.
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mangobursts · 1 year
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bonus:
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meleth03 · 6 days
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Meian: Bokuto is late. Again. Kiyoomi: I woke him up at 8 and pretended it was 11. Hinata: I wrote a fake schedule saying we started at 9 instead of 12. Atsumu: I set his clock to PM instead of AM. Meian: You all may have overdone it. Bokuto, bursting through the door: WHAT YEAR IS IT?!
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