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just saw someone say they’d be miserable bc they weren’t going to marry kuroo in their life and i felt that so hard omg

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random kuroo tetsuro headcanons i have:

- every teacher loves him

- had a phase when he was younger in which he memorized all of the dinosaurs and wanted to be a paleontologist

- his favorite color is red, but he also really likes blue

- prefers silver jewelry over golden

- reads a lot in his free time

- is a good swimmer

- can skateboard and snowboard

- is also mildly skilled in video games, thanks to kenma

- has a poster of the periodic table hanging in his childhood room

- is incredibly good with children

- sleeps only with boxers on, sometimes even naked

- doesn’t get drunk easily, but when he does he’s lost forever

- he doesn’t cry very often

- listens to mostly indie rock

- lofi when he’s studying

- likes horror movies

- never smoked once in his life because of all the health and chemical damages

- when he was younger he used to be taller than everybody else so he picked up the habit of constantly slouching, but he got it fixed overtime

- and poor baby used to be insecure about his body, especially in middle school

- has a thing for girls that are smarter than him (he likes a challenge)

- his wardrobe is entirely made of three colors: white, red and black

- his favorite movies are avengers, dead poets society and the shining

- has read the perks of being a wallflower and liked it very much

- he tried getting rid of his bed hair for a while back in his early teens but he couldn’t do it so he eventually just started rolling with it

- very respectful

- is subscribed to a science magazine thingy thing and gets their issues monthly

- has the bad habit to skip meals when too focused on something

- def doesn’t drink enough water and hates himself for not doing that

- his love language is physical affection

- does all the chores around his house !

- he likes to do laundry and wash the dishes

- is a bad cook tho

- can’t manage to keep plants alive

- likes mint a lot, like he always has mint-flavored lifesavers in his pockets and always chooses the mint popsicle

- only wears black sneakers, doesn’t matter the occasion

- is the type to not kill a bug, just pick it up and throw it away

- sometimes he plays beach volley with random people at his local sport center

- likes to drive

- takes looooong drives when he is upset or sad

- and is the type to gatekeep the aux cord

- like he’s the only one who’s allowed to choose the music

- has never lost a staring contest in his life

- loves to have a signature scent

- seeks academic validation

- sings in the shower

- is constantly bumping his head around as if he forgets all the time he does actually have something attached to his neck

- his phone is constantly with the maximum ringtone on (scares the shit out of people)

- idk what else i just know he’s the best fr <33

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsurou headcanons #haikyuu!! #i love this man so much istg

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iwaizumi haijme is used to be the one talking care of everybody, so when you come around he feels so lost because you are actually the one looking after him - and at first he doesn’t even realize it.

he met you during his last year of high-school on a random foggy day. you were one of the students that took care of the school’s newspaper and you were writing an article on the upcoming volleyball spring tournament. just like that, with a simple casualty of the universe, you slid into his life and brighten it up as if it was nothing.

you started being part of his everyday life, and somehow managed to make his days easier. you had your life together, were responsible and incredibly pretty. he saw the way you looked after the people around you, always keeping a little spare snack for them in your bag or helping them with homework. and slowly, you started doing the same for him.

it was the little things; how you made sure his water bottle was full before every practice, how you memorized his timetable (by accident, almost) and always reminded him which class was next, how you always put him on the inner side of the sidewalk whenever he walked you home…. and how, when he got sick, you visited him, brought him homework, made him soup and tucked him in bed with a kiss on his forehead.

but he wasn’t so obvious to him until he saw you interacting with oikawa, mattsun and makki. he introduced them to you after a little while of you guys being together (honestly afraid they would scare you away), even if you already knew who they were around school. the way you interacted with them since the very first day, and how they also fell in love with you instantly, made him feel so happy. they started inviting you to their trips and adventures and you were always making sure that whatever they did was legal and they’d always make it home safe and sound.

you drove them around, picked them up and packed them snacks before tournaments. one day oikawa comes up to iwaizumi with the brightest smile and a protein bar in his hands, saying something like “you really got lucky with her” and pointing at you talking with mattsun down the hallway. “i did,” hajime admits, but then turns around with a raised brow “but why are you telling me this?” oikawa raises his shoulders, taking another bite from the bar you clearly gave him “because i think you should marry her one day. i mean, you know i wouldn’t say that about everybody and i know we are only in high-school, but she takes care of you in a way nobody else does,” then the serious tone of his voice disappears and there it is, the same old smirk that made him gain all the not-so-flattering-nicknames iwaizumi has given him overtime. “also, she does the best cinnamon rolls ever! if you don’t keep her, i will,” and he just walks away.

iwaizumi is seventeen and feels all the weight of the world on his shoulders, but with you things are easier - he realizes then, arms crossed and oikawa’s words racing in his head. he sees you smiling at him, from across the room, and his heart almost grows bigger - or else, how would he explain the sudden ache he feels in his chest? - while you start strolling towards him. when he finally reaches you, palms on you cheeks and eyes glowing in a lovestruck light, iwaizumi hajime can only thank the universe that has chosen you as his soulmate. after a brief, loving kiss, he smiles at you and, even if you guys are in the middle of the school’s hallway, he asks bluntly “what do you think about getting married?”

short and not so good drabble BUT i honestly think iwaizumi would fall for a mom friend and i stand by that

#iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu!! #iwaizumi x reader

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kuroo tetsurou doesn’t know how much he actually wants to marry you until he sees you talking with both of his parents at the same time during a dinner at his house - the realization crushing him as soon as he walks back from the bathroom and catches a glimpse of what is going on in the dining room.

you are laughing, wearing your pretty silk dress that he loves so much on you, while his mother is leaning towards you with a satisfied expression as if she just said something incredibly funny. his father is also laughing from the other side of the table - of course he wouldn’t sit next to his ex wife - but keeping himself composed. however, kuroo is pretty sure he had never seen him chuckle in such a long time.

it’s summer and you have just finished planning your wedding, ready to live your life with the man you love and spend with tetsurou the many years left in your life. you have been dating since high school, and he proposed to you last year, after almost one decade of being together. when he told you that both of his parents wanted to meet up with you, the fantastic partner that made their child believe in marriage again, you felt so emotional you almost cried - but then, the sudden realization hit. you knew what your fiancé’s background was and what he had to go through with his parents divorce, so the idea of them meeting you, both of them at the same time, was not thrilling. of course you had already met them separately, and every time you wouldn’t miss the slight remarks they would throw around about how much they couldn’t stand each other - and now, suddenly, they had agreed to come together and discuss some stuff about the wedding with you. kuroo was literally shaking when his father told what they were up to, and it made him realize how fragile he still was. you remember holding him tight that night, promising to never let him go. it took you forever to make him believe in love again, and you for sure were not going to give up anytime soon - probably never. “i’ll make this work, don’t worry” you had promised, a whisper in the night.

and you weren’t lying. sitting there at that chair, in his childhood home, bringing his parents unconsciously together is making his heart flutter. they love you, they love you so much they are able to sit at the same table to talk to you - and even if the begging of the night has been a little stiff, you kept talking and dealing with their personality with a bright smile on your pretty little face. kuroo tetsurou’s brain can’t process and understand how you do it, but you do. they are just sitting there, and you are too. is it real?

he walks back to the table and hugs you from behind, even if your cheeks flush because pda in front of parents is always scary for you - it doesn’t matter that in a month you will finally call him your husband. he sinks his nose in your hair, placing a kiss. “you are wonderful, truly.”

it’s a whisper, but loud enough for everybody in the room to hear it. you mutter something back, blushing and overwhelmed by the feeling of being so deeply loved. he is laughing softly at your reaction, running his slender fingers through you hair. you can’t help but display a lovestruck smile, turning around and kissing his palm. and his parents watch, silently, as their son receives the love he always deserved. no matter the fights, the screams, the hate they felt towards each other; it’s just a moment, a glimpse of something that used to work and now it’s just a memory left somewhere, stuffed under thousands of bad moments that ended up eclipsing the love. they eyes meet in the silence of the room for just one second and there is nothing but gratitude towards one another - thank you for giving me this child. and gratitude towards you, of course, that no matter how deeply their behavior crashed tetsurou’s ideal of love, you came and put all the shattered pieces back where they belonged.

and when your eyes meet your fiancé‘s, he genuinely looks happier than ever. you murmur “i love you” against his skin and he smiles, saying it back with a grin. “i have loved you since the first day, baby, and i can’t wait to marry you.” he says, then kisses your lips so genuinely you almost shiver. every inch of your body is his, and every inch of his is yours - that’s what he’s gonna say during his promises, teary eyes and enchanted smile, but for that sight you’ll have to wait until the wedding. luckily, it’s in less than a month.

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu!!

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i love writers who procrastinate, i love writers who focus on things other than writing, i love writers with a million wips, i love writers who constantly abandon stories, i love writers who haven't written in months, i love writers who write "cringey" stories, i love writers who let themselves go with the flow and do what they want to do instead of pressuring themselves to fit a specific writer mold

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i didn’t ask to be this much in love with a fictional character but there he is and here i am

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we must have did something right somewhere else, though is what kuroo tells you. the two of you are laying on your backs in the backyard of the house he grew up in (which is a lie; this is the house he spent most of his time avoiding and tried to grow out of, but semantics).

the two of you have just broken up, by the way. you are stargazing (there actually aren’t any stars that can be seen, either, which just seems to add insult to injury) with your now ex-boyfriend, and he just got done telling you about the multiverse theory. you reminded him that you already watched everything everywhere all at once, and so you’re basically a certified genius when it comes to that, but you laughed when you said it because even after telling you that it isn’t going to work out between the two of you, you still find him endearing.

long distance never ends well, anyway. the two of you gave it your best shot, and after you moved away to europe to attend a university there, the hard stuff was too much and the good things were never enough. tetsurou at least had the decency to break things off in person.

in all the universes, in all the different versions of you and kuroo, you’re certain of two things: that he’s always a good person, and that you love him.

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he totally would

just a little doodle i made :)

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Anyone else have “brain won’t shut up” disease?

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#kuroo tetsurou

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hot things kuroo tetsurou does

note: heavily inspired by this post here. also i'm romantically deprived someone get on that asap. below are the other characters i've done:

oikawa tsukishima

walks around for at least half an hour after every shower with wet hair and just a towel over his hips. gives you shit if you stare at him

rolls up his shirt sleeves when he knows you're looking. also leaves his tie deliberately loose and undone and then pouts when you don't offer to tie it for him

holds eye contact instead of glancing away on the off chance that he looks over while you're already looking at him. sometimes there's a smirk added in as well

will lose the cool guy attitude and ramble on for hours if you strike a topic he's interested in

learned how to steer with one hand for the express purpose of holding your hand or thigh with the other

plans dates down to the last detail and just texts you the time he's picking you up and to wear something nice

back hugs

buys your drinks and isn't afraid to ask for a "girly" drink at the bar

puts his hand on the small of your back and pulls you towards him.

his eyes light up when he sees you

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↷ ·˚ ༘ 💌 what i wrote (for fun) : ꒱

enjoy! love, nene <3

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i just know nishinoya yuu would madly fall in love with pretty-faced, top-of-the-class and student-council you. i mean, he did go to karasuno because of his love for schoolgirls and uniforms after all.

you weren’t even in his same class, too smart to not attend college-preparing courses, yet he always found a way to bother you. he would follow you around like a puppy, with glossy eyes, complimenting everything you’d do and the way you’d look while doing it. you’d take a good grade and he would be the first one telling you how proud he was. you’d make a speech of behalf of the student council during a school meeting and he would be the only one clapping even before you actually get to the mic. you’d suddenly pop in one of his lessons to ask a question to the teacher and in no time he would be already all over you, reminding you how good you look and how beautiful your hair is.

you kind of got used to the constant praising, and sort of enjoyed it. even if the whole student body knows noya is not joking when he says he is in love with you - especially since he had declared that in the middle of the hallway multiple times before trying to get down on one knee and propose to you (but he would be stopped by one of his friends close by), you kept saying how he was doing it just to tease you. “it’s not a joke for him,” your best friend had told you multiple times, yet you scrolled your shoulders and focused on something else. how could he not be joking? nobody ever liked you that way, before.

“i don’t like him that way,” you had said yourself to your friend one day, unconscious that tanaka ryunosuke was walking right behind you and heard everything - so of course he had to tell nishinoya as well. his heart broke at the direct rejection - even if he somehow still expected it to come at some point - and from then on his scenes became less and less frequent.

you felt like something was missing and started feeling weird in the moments you would cross him in the hallways and he would not start jumping in happiness, asking you about your day and every little thing that happened or whatsoever. and you, now used to his warmth and devotion, knew something had to be done to fix whatever happened because god, you wanted it back.

so as if you were not planning it ahead, one day you walked in the school’s gym while the volleyball club was having practice. of course, at the sound of the door opening, everyone looked at you. smiling lightly, you waked up to sawamura daichi and started telling him something about a meeting the council wanted to have with him - excuse you literally had just invented. predictably, one of the first years - bright orange hair, loud as hell - pointed at you yelling “isn’t that nishinoya’s girlfriend?”

hiding your smirk from the captain that had now gulped and moved his head angrily towards hinata, you expected a reaction from noya, even though it didn’t come as you expected. he stared in the blank with a pout, mumbling “s-she is not my girlfriend.”

and the best idea you ever had in your life suddenly formed into your head - you weren’t in advanced classes for nothing. with a mischievous grin that could have easily been mistaken for a smile, you ignored everybody else in the gym and walked closer to the libero, that was already standing a few steps away from you. “i am not, nishinoya-senpai?” your eyes glowed with a new light as you left out a sight, keeping your act going as you moved again, turning around and walking towards the exit “silly me for thinking that we were actually going on a date one of this days. well, i guess i was the fool once again. i’ll go now, you know… bye! and sawamura, do not forget about the meeting.”

your words did not have any irony in them, and surely you did not expect it at all - you did surprise yourself this time, but didn’t mind at all. all the people in that gym had always have this idea of you as the perfect schoolgirl their whole life, and why not disappoint them a little bit just because you wanted to mess with the boy that had a crush on you. with a satisfied smile, you started walking back to the school building, reminding yourself to ask the school president for a meeting with the volleyball captain for no apparent reason.

behind you, some quick steps and weird noises had made their presence recognizable. you turned around and there it was nishinoya yuu, panting. when he looked up to you, his eyes had once again that light that you very much had missed. “were you being for real?”

“when, back then? about what, the date or being your girlfriend?”

your blunt answer made his heart race and cheeks flush. he whispered a “both” and started staring at the point of his shoes. you eyes widened because he looked very, very adorable.

you chuckled, holding out your hand and reaching towards him. “yes, to both. i feel like i need to finally give you a chance, don’t you think?”

and while he started jumping around all over you, smiling and shouting “yes! yes! yes!”, you laughed as well because he looked so happy, it kinda made you happier too. little do you know, he’s destined to make you that happy for the rest of his life.

#haikyuu #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya yuu x reader #haikyuu!!

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— credits to whoever did this !!!

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head empty only mattsukawa issei crushing on his little sister’s babysitter.

he can’t get over how pretty you look, with your hair up in a ponytail and a smile that widens every time his sister speaks to you. mattsun watches from afar, laying down on the couch, while you make a sandwich for the little girl.

he usually takes care of his siblings, but lately he’s been busy with practices and tournaments and his time off has been hard to manage. his mom had heard about you through some of of her friends: a young high schooler that helped people around with their kids and their house for just a few yen per hour - it was more of a side business for you, just to avoid always asking your parents for money and having some savings of your own. you have been working for the mattsukawas for a little while, but today, however, is the first time issei is actually home with you there as well.

“mattsun!!!!” his sister yells, running up to him holding sandwich full of what looks like raspberry jam. the boy looks directly at her with a soft smile. he wouldn’t say it out loud so often, but he does love his siblings so very much - and likes to take them out for ice cream every-time he can. “yes?” he answers, leaning towards the little girl.

“look, y/n made me my favorite!” she waves the sandwich in front of her brother, pointing at you then adding “she is the best.”

you stand there with a kind smile, kneeling a little towards the six-years-old. “you are the best,” you reply, patting her head. mattsun’s eyes are already on you when you looked at him. he is smiling, almost smirking, and you feel you mouth instantly dry. he looks like he is about to say something, but the just stares at you in silence. your eyes widen as you straighten up, walking back to the kitchen with a frustrated expression - the little girl still there, sitting with her brother on the couch.

you quickly put the plate and knife you used to make the sandwich in the dishwasher, while trying to stop thinking about mattsukawa that way. of course you know who he was, and you had known all along, but it never really mattered. you guys go to the same school, although he is a year ahead of you and way too popular to be one of your acquaintances, so you didn’t think his presence would have caused you some kind of reaction when you first got the job. yet, today, his piercing eyes seem to be fixated on you endlessly and this might represent a minor inconvenience you did not think about.

“you can leave everything there, i’ll take care of it later.” and there he is, as if you summoned him with all this thinking. you gasp lightly because you did not even see him enter, not even with the corner of your eyes, yet manage to say “don’t worry, i can do it. i kinda get paid for it.”

his eyes are all over you, lazy yet curious. “you are paid to take care of the child,” he argues, then points at his sister, sitting on the couch with her sandwich, watching some sort of tv show. you bite your lip almost unconsciously, and his eyes are quickly looking down at it - thank god, you didn’t notice. he has been thinking some stuff about you since you were first introduced and now these ideas are running wild. “i do help around the house from time to time too. i don’t mind, really” you explain, smiling softly.

he shakes his head with a chuckle, which makes you frown because you didn’t say anything funny. “you’re too perfect, a real angel” he comments, and now your cheeks are red again. “w-what?” you start mumbling, but he’s already gone, back to the couch where his number one fan, his sister, is waiting for him.

after a couple of minutes, you head back as well and pretend you were not affected at all by what he said. sitting down across from him, you can still feel him staring - but also, another couple of bright eyes are now focused on your moves. the little girl chuckles, looks at her brother then back at you and announces, out of the blue and with the biggest smile “i think you will get married.” and as your eyes widen and your lips spread open in shock, while issei laughs his ass off, you convey that probably the mattsukawa siblings will be the end of you.

#mattsukawa issei #mattsun #mattsukawa x reader #haikyuu!!

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the thing about italian food is that it kinda sucks when made in italy. the average italian cook is suffering under 300 different traditional family bylaws that prevent them from like, adding garlic to their sauce, or washing their vegetables or whatever. and if they were to move five kilometers away to the next town over then they'd be executed in the street for cooking it that way. when italians are released from the context of italy it's like they're taking off training weights. an italian cook with no limiters becomes a culinary apex predator. it's for this reason that italian food has, outside of italy, become one of the big three cuisines, while remaining, in italy, frustratingly under-potential. it has to be this way.

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maybe it’s because i literally am italian, but i can’t stop thinking about osamu miya, still studying in university and years before opening his own place, working part-time as a waiter in an italian restaurant in downtown tokyo.

the owners are a middle aged couple that had moved to japan twenty years earlier, opening the restaurant as soon as their finance was stable enough. they had now settled, built a family and everything, and managed to run a successful business. the father was a good man, with kind eyes and black hair, that osamu admired so much. he aspired to be like him, one day - able to make his own business out of basically nothing - but for now he was fine working as a waiter for some extra money.

it was actually fun, people gave him generous tips and the clients loved him. apart from some tourists visiting from time to time, the costumers were mostly regulars. the italian community in japan didn’t count that many members, yet the food of that restaurant was very well known also between locals.

one day, at the end of his shift, osamu miya was walking towards the kitchen with his hands full of dirty dishes when he hears something different. someone was singing in a language that he recognized as italian, from the few words he had learned unconsciously from spending his time there, and their voice sounded soft and soothing. when he walked in, he saw you, hand deep in the sink, washing dishes and swinging your hips to a song he couldn’t understand.

he stood there for a little bit, recognizing some of his boss’s features in your face. you must have been the daughter he had heard so much about. osamu slowly put the things he was holding down the counter, never breaking eye contact with your figure, and unwillingly making some noise. you looked up from the sink with a surprises expression, blinking twice and mumbling about the dishwasher being broken.

the boy was smiling widely, thinking about how cute you looked, all flustered at the idea of someone hearing you sing that old italian song about love and blue skies. «you must be osamu, right?» you said, trying to control your embarrassment with a courtesy question. he nodded, standing few steps away from you.

«yes, it’s me. and ya must be the direct heir of this empire,» he joked, hinting at the small kitchen and restaurant you were currently in. you smile, nodding. «yep, that’s me.»

your hand were still in the sink, deep in water, while you thought about something else to say. you already knew your dad got a new waiter, but you had no idea he was young, funny and that attractive. and the fact that he had caught you singling wholeheartedly was definitely not a point in your favor.

you opened your mouth, ready to say something else, when you heard your father yell «y/n, can you please let our employees do their work and not keep them hostage, per favore?»

you rolled your eyes, osamu laughed. «i guess i’ll have to head back.» you nodded, understanding, and while he was walking back, you started cursing yourself under your breath ‘cause you just probably made the worst first impression ever. but when he was almost gone through the door, he walked back a couple of steps and looked at you with a smile on his lips. «oh, and for the record, i think yer voice sounds amazing.»

your cheeks flushed wildly, as you babbled something back. once he he was gone, you sank your face in your hands still full of soap, only resulting in it getting into your eyes. «ouch! cazzo!» you wined, wiping them off with a paper towel and sighing loudly. your eyes burned and your cheeks as well, your mind full of that young and attractive new waiter your dad hired.

#miya osamu #haikyuu #osamu x reader