Tumgik
Tumblr media
649 notes · View notes
heeeeyyyyyy!!! how are youuuu????
hellooooooo it's been a while!!! I'm alright 💗 how are you??
0 notes
Shirabu: hi, I'm your doctor today. I'll be drawing your blood as soon as I finish this caprisun.
Shirabu: *misses 4 times before finally punching the straw through the hole*
Patient: *sweats nervously*
165 notes · View notes
Tumblr media
24 notes · View notes
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Tendouu🧛‍♂️🩸
Inspo.:
Tumblr media
111 notes · View notes
Like a son
word count; 503 – f!reader, just cute stuff
Tumblr media
You’ve been the manager for Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team since the start of your second year, settling well into your role and even catching the attention of a certain redheaded middle blocker. Long story short, you’re now in a happy relationship with Tendo Satori, and the whole team thinks you’re a joy.
When you entered your third year, you welcomed little future ace, Goshiki, to the team. He would often need reassurance, which you and Tendo happily provided. Semi even dared compare you to being in the role of Goshiki’s parents, which the two of you found to be hilarious. It didn’t help when Goshiki accidentally called you ‘mom’ once during practice, making Tendo cover his mouth so he wouldn’t burst out laughing like the others and embarrass him even further.
This particular week, you were asked to manage the training camp they set up for promising first years. They only needed you the first day, to make sure everyone settled in smoothly, and on the days where the third years came over to have a practice match. So you happily agreed to help in exchange for some perks that Washijo simply had to approve. They have a pretty good budget, after all.
On the first day, you caught the attention of many of the attendants with your gorgeous looks and fun demeanour.
“Hey, what was your name?” one of the taller players asked, coming up to you with an innocent smile. Koganegawa, you think his name was.
However, you didn’t get to answer before Goshiki was shielding you from the guy, arms stretched out as if protecting you. “Get away! She has a boyfriend!” he yelled, making all the others turn and look, some snickering. Poor Koganegawa wasn’t even trying to hit on you.
You pat his shoulder and step to his side as he lowers his arms. “And my name is y/n. Make the most of your training, boys!” you cheered with a bright smile before turning away to go fill up more water bottles and make sure the ball boys had all the information they needed. Later, Goshiki was a blushing mess when some of the attendants asked if he was your boyfriend, denying it nervously as if he had done Tendo wrong somehow.
Tumblr media
When you left practice that evening, after a loud thank you from all the boys, you skipped over to your boyfriend’s dorm to tell him how sweet it was to see your son protect you from the other first years. Tendo could not stop laughing and asked Wakatoshi if he heard your story as well, hugging you close as he felt overwhelmed with his affection for you.
So when Tendo and the other third years came into the gym for a practice match, you bet Goshiki would hear the praises from his senpai. Tendo ruffled his hair and thanked him for taking such good care of you, and the spark in the younger boy’s eyes was just precious.
Oh, how he’ll weep when you two graduate.
masterlist
119 notes · View notes
it's a good day to remind yourself that Tsutomu is a doggy person (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠。⁠*⁠♡
7 notes · View notes
♡ anime masterlist ♡
pov: your camera roll if you were dating wakatoshi ushijima.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
85 notes · View notes
thinking about my ushiwaka again 😪 so sad he's not real 😭😭
Ushijima who came a little bit out of his shell in college
Ushijima who's had a crush on you for forever
Ushijima who had an abusive mother and used volleyball as an escape and outlet for his anger
Ushijima who's social anxieties stem from his bad family life
Ushijima who has a hard time with confrontation, so he normally just nods his head when someone scolds him
Ushijima who will randomly tell you inspirational quotes
Ushijima who will quietly recite commercials word for word
Ushijima who genuinely does not realize his size. Thinks he's a lap dog fr
Ushijima who's favorite animal is a cow. He has plushes of them and little figurines in his room. They just make him so happy.
Ushijima who loves the bustling city life because it distracts him from his thoughts
Ushijima who knows a lot of random information because growing up he had many different hyperfications
Ushijima who wants nothing more than to be loved
491 notes · View notes
Ushijima having nearly fluent English proficiency and the rest of the team is like "sure his dad is in america that makes sense ig" until Shirabu one day is like "wait no his dad is Japanese why would they need to speak English?" and Ushijima is always really confused by their questions. Leon asks like "hey how did you get such good English?" and Ushijima is like "Practice and repetition???" which doesnt help any of them figure out why until they eventually write it off as like "well Ushijima tends to be an overachiever, whatever" and move on. It isn't until Tendou hears Ushijima explain that he did, indeed, learn English because his father moved to America that he's able to piece together that that he doesnt mean "I learned it to communicate with him" but rather "I learned it because I thought I'd be able to go with him," and that evidently that didnt work but the skills stuck around anyway. just in case.
182 notes · View notes
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
ushijima has one of your engagement pictures framed and hung so it's visible as soon as anyone enters your home.
it's a bit out of character for him, honestly. incredibly ornate, immense, and dramatic.
and it's not that he doesn't partake in romantic gestures, you'll never deny that. but, his gestures are usually intimate and reserved for the two of you. his love for you and how he honors it is meant for you and you alone.
to ushijima though, this picture is a testament to your love. something that shouldn't only be framed but displayed for everyone to see. for those who step foot into your home to understand that this is one, if not the proudest achievement of his life. to understand the adoration and devotion that's housed within these walls.
it resembles an art piece, from the positioning down to the framing. at 147cm wide and 112cm tall, it takes up the majority of the wall opposite the entryway. it's frame is thick midnight wood, with waves carved by hand that glint with the gold and bronze finish. the sloping profile of the frame reminds him of the sea, it's tide, and the pull the moon has on the salty body. looking at the picture, it's easy to see you are his moon.
in the picture, the sunlight filters through gaps in the clouds, a glow surrounding your figure. highlighting your body's movements as you're captured mid-laugh. you're tucked into ushijima's right side, an arm wrapped around you securing you to him. head thrown back, silent laughter escaping your lips, with rays of light highlighting patches of your skin, ushijima is captured by you. in that moment, his torso turns towards you, eyes soft as he gazes at you with such affection you'd have missed it if not captured. in that frozen moment, with unabashed loving looks and gentle smiles, ushijima wakatoshi is captured at his happiest.
Tumblr media
a/n: trying to get the code writing out of my head and get the real writing in there but as you can tell im still fighting that battle LOL
304 notes · View notes
Hard to Love
Tumblr media
Characters:  Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader Genre: Reverse Hurt-comfort Warnings: ushy-gushy is insecure :( Writer: @ white-poppie
Song recommendation:  Cloud 9 by Beach bunny
HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!) 
Tumblr media
The car ride back home is quiet...too quiet for Ushijima's liking, the air is so condescendingly heavy that it is hard to inhale in.
Ushijima is thinking, he taps his fingers on his thighs when he is thinking, the two of you were coming back home from Tendou's birthday party.
A particular question from Tendou had stuck a nerve to Ushijima.
"Hey Y/n, do you think Ushijima is hard to love?" he had asked and you had done nothing, but laugh as he looked at you with hopeful eyes that you would say something.
It wasn't really your fault, you were kind of drunk at that time, barely registering the words, but Ushijima was there; sober enough and now he was driving while you were curled up in the back-seat, passed out.
Ushijima is confident when is comes to most things he is stoic and reserved and oftentimes too perfect to be human.
But Ushijima Wakatoshi has no clue what to do, when it come to you. Oh boy, Ushijima thinks you are something too good to be true, the way you stick around even after his half-hearted replies makes him think that you are some sort of angel you descended from heaven.
When the car comes to a hault, Ushijima picks you up easily, his build making you feel like barely anything, he smiles softly as he sees you involuntarily huddling close to his chest.
He put you on the bed and leaves to freshen up.
Within twenty minutes your eyes open, mind still hazy from that hangover, you look around to find Ushijima, light peaks from the door, you get up and follow it and end up in the living room with Ushijima watching the T.V
"You are still up?" you whisper groggily.
Ushijima looks at your for a second and then looks back at the screen, "yeah...I couldn't sleep."
You frown at his statement, he is very adamant about his sleep schedule, "is something wrong?" You whisper sitting on the couch and draping the blanket over you as well.
"It's nothing," he answers.
"It must be something," you hum while resting you head on his chest, closing your eyes at the comforting sound of his breathing.
"Y/N...am I hard to love?" he asks breaking the ice which causes you to look up to him.
"Of course not, what makes you think that?" you ask as your eyebrows knit in confusion.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes, "It's just that...y'know what, forget it."
You sat up straight and cradled his face in your palms, "'Toshi, talk to me."
"When Tendou said I am unlovable...you didn't say otherwise, I don't blame you."
The gears in your mind turned and a bulb lit up when you got what he was saying.
"Aww Toshi, I am sorry, I was too drunk to answer that time," you whispered while climbing onto his lap.
You stared at his caramel eyes, "Toshi you are the best s/o one can wish for, you take care of me and others," you planted a kiss on his nose giggling when you saw a very small smile crack through for a millisecond.
"You are so strong and buff, extremely handsome and so incredibly sexy," you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively, "I would nom you up if I could," you said and kissed his cheek.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, a low rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine, " 'M sorry...I just...I can't help overthink, what if we end up like my parents?"
You held his face, up from your neck and kissed him, his large hands cradling the small of your back.
" 'Toshi, one thing I can assure you, I am not going to leave you in a million years. You have nothing to be insecure of, in fact, I should be the insecure one here, a volleyball player with thousands of fans settled for someone like me, I cherish every moment with you, Mr Ushiwaka."
His bottom lip quivered a little and he buried his head in your neck again, "I love you."
"Love you too, my big teddy bear, now let's get you to sleep or else you will be all pouty when you miss your work-out time."
Tumblr media
(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ Ushyyyyyy uhuhu
Tags:  @rintaroubby @nanaseishiro, @akumicchi, @oikawatoorupdf @dislownini @idowritingandstuff, @bakaface @denkis111, @jazzylove,@maybeleftoverjourneys, @lordmypantsaresocool, @futuristicallykawaiiturtle, @kristaline2dmensimp
Reblog/like to give the author a hug (´;︵;)
HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!) 
824 notes · View notes
how could you be so cruel?
www.hq_shiratorizawa/angst-major-character-death.com
Tumblr media
characters: ushijima, tendou, semi, reon, yamagata, kawanishi, shirabu, goshiki
you're sick sick. you're always in and out, mostly out, of school hence why you're close to friendless. actually, your very few friends had likely forgotten about you due to your condition but you don't mind.
you see [him] in your ward but there's only you two. it goes as being and feeling awkward being in the vicinity of each other until you reach out, "so, what are you here for?"
"oh, physical therapy cos of volleyball and stuff..."
you're not in need of physical therapy but you accompany him and stay with him in the room to keep him company. and before you knew it, you two started becoming friends. you get closer by the minute you keep talking and you're practically hospitalized buddies now.
it isn't until you start falling for him but you remember that your time in this world is nearly up. that said, you shouldn't even be friends with him because if he got attached, you would hurt him. it got a little bit awkward after the realization hit you but it got better when you started to forget.
...until you start liking him even more and you're sure it turned into loving him. the feeling of being attached to another being in this world when you'd rid yourself of these, hurt. you stripped yourself from family and even friends now so that it would hurt less for them and especially for you about leaving them, but now you love someone.
it takes a few days and nights, but then again, you're just human. it's impossible to strip yourself of attachments to this world. even the nurses that care for you, you get attached. even if it's not because they care about you personally and it's their job, people get attached anyway.
it takes a few days to come to terms with the fact that you love him but you'll also be leaving him a little after the time he leaves the hospital and finish physical therapy.
i only have months to live, can't i be a little selfish just once more?
things go back to the way they were with him and the days in this hellhole seem even brighter than the previous. hell, you two even look forward to everyday in the hospital.
it feels like things between you two, whatever that may be, is progressing. even if it's just your friendship for him, you're glad you're getting close. at least there can be someone to make your last few months worthwhile in the hospital.
it's cliche, but up in the rooftop of the hospital is where you can see everything so clearly. it's not as suffocating as it is inside the rooms and it's not devoid of colour. the cold air, too, is actually real and not coming from an air conditioner, it's also much more comforting when the wind blows and messes up your hairs and hit like thin, icy walls against your skin.
you could also look at him beside you and it's actually very romantic. you may just be for comfort and a friend to him, but he was something else to you.
you wish you could turn back time and meet him a little more sooner. but, if he had gotten his injury a little more sooner as well, then that'd mean you'd be alone in the rooftops by now.
days, weeks, and then months pass. here comes the marching of time that lead to your inevitable death. your final month to live in this very precious world.
his condition gets better, yours worsens by the hour you do anything stamina consuming.
on the note of your awful bind, you haven't told him what you were here for. but you don't plan on telling him anyway, and there's no point. if only the love you give could buy you time, you'd sure as hell be on the way to living an eternity by now. but that's not how it works.
with the sudden increase in his performance, he only gets a few days left before he can go. he'll be discharged early... meaning you'll be left alone and lonely earlier than it was initially.
"say, you haven't told me what you're here for so i'll ask if that's alright, what are you here for?"
ah, that question.
"hm, not answering that! it's a bit... embarrassing." will lying like this make the heavens change your mind about you and throw you to the fiery depths of hell?
"okay, okay, i won't ask since it's apparently embarrassing." he chuckled and oh my heavens, it's the most beautiful thing you have ever heard. it's more than enough to be considered as music to your ears and- okay, maybe you're exaggerating a bit, but it's true! something about his chuckles and laughs were so... words can't even describe.
"then, how about i ask when you'll get discharged?"
"by the second week this month, maybe by nightfall."
the smile that doesn't reach your eyes sends a chill down his spine. something wasn't going to happen to you, right? ...right?
the day of his leave from the hospital comes. you stare from the hallway as he speaks ever so brightly at the receptionists about his time with you and that he'll come visit you the day before and the day of your leave as well to return the favor of you helping him out and keeping him company.
he has a small and beautiful pot of tiger lilies, with a chocolate stuck to the soil since he didn't know what kinds of candies you liked. he makes a mental note to ask you right when he enters your ward.
he writes his name under the list of visitors and starts looking for the ward you both stayed in. he feels quite guilty for having been released early and not together with you, and it also sucks cos you were probably alone again.
but then again, you're getting discharged this evening so he can stay until you actually get discharged, and also, he can help you out while he's at it.
he finally gets on the floor and hallway to the ward. it's just at the end of the hall, but why are there nurses cleaning up all the beds? there's basically almost nobody there.
his heartbeat picked up its pace, had he missed it? did you actually get discharged earlier than what you thought?
until he sees there's still one more curtain that was left unopened. he breathes out of relief and begins to run towards your bed despite the warnings of refraining from running in the slippery floors. and with a bright smile on his face, he turns to your bed, almost slipping in the process. he'd been very picky with the flowers and chose the ones he had as a symbol of yours and his friendship but...
the bed is empty, lacking a you or your belongings.
a nurse comes in, opening the curtain and starts changing the sheets.
did he really miss his chance at wishing you well from this point on?
"uh, nurse, where's y/n? did they get discharged already?"
"i don't– oh..."
"oh?" why was their reaction like that? something bad didn't happen, right?
"they passed last night."
he arrives back home.
his parents welcomed him home and inquired about the pot of flowers but he hadn't answered, just put them down on a clear table before walking to his room with disbelief and shock as an evident expression on his face.
you passed? last night?
there was a heavy tug on his heart, his chest was tight and his shoulders were heavy. he didn't feel the need for anything and his mind was still trying to process everything.
you passed... last night...
the last he'd seen you was a week before. he couldn't visit you everyday like he was planning to because of the amount of schoolwork thrown at his face that he had to make up due to his absence.
it started with a heavy heart and shoulders.
then, he feels all the sorrow and grief as he mourns your death. his knees drop down to the concrete floor, earning a thud but the pain he felt in his chest was much greater than a simple knee to the concrete.
tears streaming his face as fast as they could, like they were rushing to go somewhere. they just kept coming so he didn't bother to wipe them away as he wailed on his bedroom floor.
"y/n...!"
he screamed and cried, wanting nothing more than this to be a joke.
"you said..."
you probably did lie to him. you weren't going to just leave the hospital, no, you were going to leave this world as well. to leave him.
"please... this has to be a joke."
186 notes · View notes
Tumblr media
Nothing to do
40 notes · View notes
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
he's alive though
55 notes · View notes
I'm in so much envy rn.
the stzw brainrot is real
it's terminal
11 notes · View notes
the stzw brainrot is real
it's terminal
11 notes · View notes