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💌 headcanon: yamaguchi loves practicing his makeup skills on you.

⇒ learned how to do makeup because he wanted to cover up his freckles but he ended up falling in love with it.

⇒ loves doing your makeup whenever you go out on a date or are simply just hanging out.

⇒ looks super cute whenever he’s concentrating and doesn’t notice how close he is until after applying the makeup (gets super flustered and apologetic).

⇒ loves floral themed makeup looks.

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happy birthday yamaguchi !!

thinking about yamaguchi and eyeliner. anyways, stay safe and i hope you enjoyed <3

#haikyuu headcanons #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi x reader #makeup #haikyuu!! #hq

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16 (kissing knuckles)/22 (kissing cuts and bruises) (whichever you think fits best) for Atsumu ?

*chants* mafia au atsumu mafia au atsumu mafia au atsumu mafia au atsumu 

i combined them btw

mentions of bruises/blood/atsumu beatin up a guy 

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Blackened purple, fleshy red, rusted crimson were colors that adorned Atsumu’s hands - colors that didn’t look good on him. 

“Guy’s a fucking asshole,” was his only excuse for him putting them on. 

His rings were stuck on swollen fingers; his once pressed suit was now wrinkled and tattered. He was a familiar mess. 

Even though he comes home like this often, you’d never get used to it. 

“Atsumu… what did you do to him?” 

“It’s business, sweetheart,” he said as he pulled an ice pack from the freezer. “I did what we always do to snakes, alright? He was just some dickhead, giving our information to other groups - we can’t have someone like that in our family. I made an example out of him.” 

You didn’t want to know what the man looked like when Atsumu was finished with him, but you needed to know one thing. “Did you… you didn’t… kill him, did you?” 

“He probably wishes I did,” he said, laughing as if he was retelling a fond memory. “Don’t worry, princess, he’s just some scumbag. Not worth your time. He’s probably done crawling home by now.” 

“Is some scumbag worth hurting yourself over?” 

“I didn’t hurt myself,” he argued, but he proved himself wrong when he winced from you taking his hand. 

You looked over his skin, examining the damage, and decided that the other guy most definitely looked worse than Atsumu did. 

And you brought his hand up to your lips, as if you could fix it. As if you’d pull away and see healed skin rather than beaten red. 

“I don’t like seeing you like this,” you mumbled. 

He tucked his finger under your chin so he could tilt your head up towards him, and you were met with the Atsumu you loved. Kind eyes and a smile to match, both which were only ever for you, made you forget about the bloody hand you were holding. 

“It’s still me,” he whispered back. “I’m still your boy. Just with a few bruises, but I’m tough - I can handle it.” 

“Can you?” 

He nodded, “As long as you’ll kiss it better, I can handle any injury I get, doll.” 

You swallowed the reality of his words, knowing that one day the man in front of you wouldn’t come home in one piece, and a single kiss from you wouldn’t be enough to put him back together. And you tucked that truth away to collect dust, thanking fate that today he was whole.

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click for quality.

tatsumaki — tornado of terror

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giyuu tomioka icons

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giyuu tomioka

panel cr: @mangacleaning

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inosuke hashibira icons

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✵写輪眼; 𝙠𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙣𝙤 𝙮𝙖𝙞𝙗𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙨 .*･｡ﾟ

.*･｡ﾟlike or reblog if you save/use

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based on these memes lñdafkds 💕 | Redbubble | Instagram | Youtube ✨

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He’s a man who walks ahead of me

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some cherry colored sugawara icons cause i love this man he could step on me and i would apologize damn

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monkey d. luffy ➱ icons

requested by: @choyaa

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couldnt stop thinking abt karasuno in 90s fashion

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tsukishima kei icons

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Haikyuu!! Week 2020:  Irresistible Force 

a. Favourite Team

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Day 1: Rule the Court

B. Seasons (well, a mix of both A and B)

The same way the seasons change, what Oikawa felt towards volleyball changed too.

Summer

It was a very hot summer, the air was humid, the sun blazed, and Oikawa Toru had just discovered volleyball. His soft brown eyes were glued to the T.V. screen, a glimmer in them as he watched the match unfold. Though he enjoyed watching the ball go back and forth at incredible speeds between the two teams, he couldn't help but notice how one person on the court seemed to outshine the rest.

The man's fingertips would brush against the ball, making sure to reach those coming in from behind or beside him. He seemed to be aware of his surroundings, the conditions of not just his teammates, but those on the other side of the court as well. Without doing anything that stood out, he'd make sure his teammates were at their level best.

Whatever he did, didn't seem too flashy, but something about it sparked a fire in Oikawa's chest, giving him a torch to light the path to his future. Oikawa knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to play volleyball.

He made sure to pester his best friend Iwaizumi until he agreed to practice with him. Though Iwaizumi seemed reluctant at first, he too, developed a love for the sport.

Together, the two boys would practice whenever they had the opportunity. Oikawa tried his hand at setting, just like the man he saw on television, slowly getting better at the task.

Autumn

Oikawa was now in his third year of middle school and his skills had improved to a great extent. He practiced daily and tried to be a setter who made his spikers shine on court. Together with his team, they managed to defeat almost every opponent that stood before them.

Oikawa felt as if he was a great setter, no one in the prefecture could beat him, that is, until Kageyama Tobio made his way onto the team.

This small, quiet first year who seemed to have no care in the world, made Oikawa boil with rage. Why was it that this boy could say he wanted to play the position of setter so easily? That was Oikawa's role on the team and he wasn't planning on giving it up to a newcomer.

However, it wasn't long before Oikawa realized just how dangerously amazing this first year was. Kageyama simply had pure, raw talent, something he seemed to be unaware of. He was still a little rough around the edges, but given proper training, he could outshine Oikawa.

The thought that he could eventually be replaced haunted the third year setter. The fear of losing what meant the world to him, was something that ate the poor boy alive. Seeing Kageyama play stung like needles, moulding the fear in his heart into something very plausible.

To prove he was more capable than his junior, Oikawa trained as hard as he could, or so he thought. During practice matches, his thoughts would drift from volleyball to the ugly fears consuming him. No matter what he did, he was unable to set the ball. He was rapidly accelerating towards the very thing he was so desperately trying to protect. He was replaced by Kageyama.

Winter

Oikawa, along with his teammates finally made it to the finals. The third years could go to the nationals in their last year as middle school students. They could go home victorious.

Their final opponent, Ushijima Wakatoshi, stood on the opposite side of the court, a cool and calm look in his eyes. He didn't seem to be worried at all, he appeared to be anything but.

Eyeing Ushijima, Oikawa raised an eyebrow, wondering how confident the boy before him was. Did he really think without a second thought that Oikawa and the team were going to lose against him? Was he so certain that he could take on this team that worked hard to get to where they were? If that was what he was thinking, Oikawa would show him just how wrong he was.

Throughout the match, no matter the odds, the setter didn't lose a single ounce of hope. Until the ball hit the floor for the last time, Oikawa struggled to keep up with those on the other side of the net. He couldn't give up, for his team was relying on him. He had to prove to them that he deserved to be their setter.

After experiencing a crushing defeat, Oikawa vowed that he'd make Ushijima feel the same way he did. He would become stronger, someone who wouldn't let his teammates carry the pain of defeat in their hearts.

The ice gnawing inside Oikawa, was slowly capturing the fire that had burned so brightly, making it dimmer and dimmer. The terrifying blizzard had yet to melt away.

Now in his final year of high school, Oikawa had gradually learned what was truly required of him as a setter. He wasn't special, that much he was aware of. He knew he had to do what was best for his teammates. During matches, it would be impossible to remain in peak condition, but it was his job to ensure that even at their lowest, they would still be able to play.

Since the end of middle school till his third year in high school, Oikawa also learned that training constantly didn't equate to being better and stronger. In actuality, it meant the exact opposite. He had learned to take a break every now and then, so that he could maintain his health, both physically and mentally.

This year was Aoba Johsai's last chance to defeat Ushijima and the rest of Shiratorizawa, something they still were unable to make a reality in the past two years. Oikawa was certain victory was in their reach. He had faith in his team and in his skills as their captain.

However, there was another thorn in his path, the Flightless Crows, Karasuno, a team that seemed to have risen from the shadows. They weren't the best, but they were certainly commendable. Not only did they have Kageyama, but a spiker who could keep up with him. The duo seemed make use of Kageyama's sets and the spiker, Hinata Shouyou's, speed, making Karasuno a worthy opponent in Oikawa's eyes.

The preliminaries went by, with Karasuno being the toughest wall to break in order to get to Shiratorizawa. However, Oikawa's promise to defeat Ushijima was once again shattered as the ball dropped a final time.

Even after this, Oikawa still prayed that they'd be able to come out victorious in their next and final chance.

For Oikawa going to nationals would have been amazing, it was an obvious dream of his, however, his stubbornness to prove Ushijima wrong was something that held just as important a place in his heart. He felt as if defeating his rival would make him realize that Oikawa didn't need to be the strongest like him. He needed to be strong enough to solidify the strength of those that stood by his side. Aoba Johsai didn't rely on a single person's strength, but that of the six members on court and all of those that weren't.

Though the captain was aware that Karasuno was going to stir up even more trouble for them than last time, what he wasn't expecting was them all to have matured immensely in the short span they hadn't seen each other. Forget facing Shiratorizawa, Karasuno was going to be a challenge in and of itself.

Unlike the previous match against Karasuno, this one proved to be even more difficult. Their libero's defense, their Captain's level-headedness, and that Freak Duo of theirs, was a tiresome obstacle which Oikawa really wished to overcome. But what became of the match, ripped any wish and dream Oikawa had regarding nationals.

Aoba Johsai lost.

Everything Oikawa lived for, turned to dust before his now glistening eyes.

The heat of his tears against his skin wasn't enough to melt the freezing emptiness he felt inside.

Spring

A cool breeze brushed against Oikawa's cheeks, ruffling his hair in the process. He didn't mind; he was at such a place in life that made him glad he didn't give up volleyball. Oikawa had moved to Argentina, deciding he'd continue the sport there, away from the people he still planned on beating.

One day, Oikawa found himself at a beach in Brazil, standing face to face with Karasuno's Number 10, Hinata Shouyou.

Never did either one of them thought they'd ever run into each other, but the truth was right before their eyes. The two hit it off almost immediately, and soon they were competing against another team in beach volleyball.

It was when he first tried his hand at this version of the sport and failed at it magnificently, did he realize what made him fall in love with volleyball in the first place. Trying something once, failing at it, trying it again, failing once again, doesn't necessarily mean that one isn't getting better at it. If one doesn't give up, the thrill of succeeding is much more exhilarating than if they had gotten it right the first time around. Oikawa realized that volleyball for him did not equate to winning, but to improving himself so that once he did win, he'd know he had done the best he could. Something that Oikawa now believed in was that there were always going to be people more stronger, more talented, more faster than him, but he had to be the very best that he, himself could be. In the end, he was the only one he had to prove his worth to.

The dying flame in his soul was ignited once more, erupting into colours so bright, one would have to turn away. Oikawa Toru was back, and this time he would surely rule the court.

Finally, the day Oikawa had been waiting for arrived. He was to face off against those he had promised to quite a while ago. He stood tall and confident, with every intention to repay them for all the losses he endured and to show them his pride wasn't misplaced.

And that is exactly what he did.

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So I decided to give this a try, and hopefully it wasn't a terrible read. And also I hope I didn't miss the deadline. Anyway, thank you so much for reading through the whole thing. It means a lot. ❤️

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#haikyuuweek2020  ☆  day 1 | favourite character

— yamaguchi tadashi  ☆ ☆