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tetsvhoe · 11 months

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MASTERLIST !

— all works tagged under —out of spite; gwen because i would most likely have no time to link everything

— angst/hurt [a] ; fluff/comfort [f] ; crack/humor [c] ; suggestive [s]

— ♡ personal faves

updated: 8/20/23

[ HCS ]

[ SMAU ]

# SERIES

afraid — iwaizumi hajime x f!reader filo smau [ong] if fate permits — kuroo x f!reader smau [ong]

# HAIKYUU

millennialcore [c] how many dicks are you choking on? [c/s] i’m breaking up with you | sorry wrong person [c] pretty boy [f] jealous boys [f] what about me [f]

[ HAIKYUU ]

— KARASUNO

# TSUKISHIMA KEI

seeing your toxic ex [f] “bite your lip once more, i dare you” [s] i just put on lip gloss [f]

# KAGEYAMA TOBIO

seeing your toxic ex [f]

# HINATA SHOYO

seeing your toxic ex [f]

# YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

nostalgic for the moment [f]

# DAICHI SAWAMURA

how dare you [f]

— NEKOMA

# KUROO TETSURO

♡ seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ forever in a few hours [f] ♡ mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] they get teased with someone else [a/f] ♡ pushing you away [a/f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] ♡ regret and other cliches [a/f] baby i’m yours [f] oh no there’s only one court [f] i hope ur ok [f] i lost them [f] sober thoughts, drunk confessions [a/f] fluffy hair drabble they make you flinch [a/f] paper rings [a] how dare you [f] rubber ducks [f]

# KENMA KOZUME

♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] second best [a/f]

— AOBA JOHSAI

# OIKAWA TOORU

seeing your toxic ex [f] “sorry, is that supposed to impress me?” [f] oh no there’s only one court [f] i hope ur ok [f]

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

♡ mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] seeing your toxic ex [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] 505 [a/s] the simple things [f] i just put on lip gloss [f]

# MATSUKAWA ISSEI

seeing your toxic ex [f] i lost them [f]

— FUKURODANI

# BOKUTO KOUTARO

♡ seeing your toxic ex [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f]

# AKAASHI KEIJI

“you’re an idiot.” “but you love me.” [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] trees [a/f]

— SHIRATORIZAWA

# TENDOU SATORI

“you couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.” [f]

— INARIZAKI

# SUNA RINTARO

seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ they get teased with someone else [a/f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] ♡ regret and other cliches [a/f] “give me one reason why i shouldn’t leave.” [a/f] focus [a] hickey prank [f] i hope ur ok [f] i lost them [f] they make you flinch [a/f]

# MIYA ATSUMU

mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] seeing your toxic ex [f] “god, i love your hands.” “let’s put them to good use then.” [s] ♡ “where have you been all my life?” “hiding from you.” [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] hickey prank [f] i lost them [f] they make you flinch [a/f] how dare you [f]

# MIYA OSAMU

seeing your toxic ex [f] i miss the old u [a] i just put on lip gloss [f] how dare you [f]

— OTHER

# TERUSHIMA YUUJI

all fun and games until someone catches feelings [a/f] pillow talk [f] cigarette kisses [a/f]

# SAKUSA KIYOOMI

seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] hickey prank [f]

[ JUJUTSU KAISEN ]

# NANAMI KENTO

whatever you do, dont [f] sweet [f/s]

# GOJO SATORU

sticky [s]

# INUMAKI TOGE

indigo [f]

#pin

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mrskodzuken · 2 years

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Christmas Lullaby

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader (feat. Kenma’s daughter, Yuki)

genre: fluff

wc: 2.3k

tw/cw: post-timeskip (reader and Kenma are married for xx years and have a child; also doting dad!Kenma), mild swearing. Also implied Filo!reader (yes, I'm kinda back with the 'Kenma-with-a-Filo-s/o' bs after a few months writing the last one last year).

a/n: this is my super-duper late entry* for @kenzumekodma's AUdvent Collab (domestic cliche/au) and @goldenshoyo / @adromedaichi's 2021 Holiday Collab (Day 18 - Holiday Songs), and also (since it's Father's Day today) for my Oh My Daddy! Collab. Thank you @memeingcheetah27 @tetsukentona @eunoji for betareading this + @xshinigamikittenx @beware-of-the-rogue for your kind inputs 🥺🥺🥺 ily all mwah ♥️ tagging @hanayanetwork @hqlabels @tokyometronetwork //more notes at the end of the post UwU

*hope I did my chosen prompts right and on point with the holiday theme *bows* i'm sorry~ /gen

Want to be a part of my general taglist? Form link here.

[13:40. Early December, present-day Japan.]

A notification popped up on Kozume Yuki’s smartphone, nearly startling the young business major student with its loud ping! and turned her head from side to side before checking it; she was inside the university library and doing some school work before her next class would start in a few hours. “A video post notification? From Mama’s Instagram?” she asked in a puzzling tone, grabbing her Airpods and swiping left on the notification banner to bring her directly to your video post.It was uploaded on your private Instagram account–handle name kodzuyn0504–about a minute ago, with the following caption: “January 20xx - Dada @/kodzuken1016 SINGS. And baby @/yuki.kozume loved it lol.” The thumbnail was pitch-black except for a dimly-lit white spot on the extreme right side, and her golden-brown eyes could make out a faint figure of her father sitting and carrying a small infant in his arms–her. This thumbnail alone brought back many childhood memories of her and her father. So, without a second wasted, Yuki pressed Play.

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[January 20xx. Tokyo, Japan.]

[03:14. Kozume Residence.]

You turned on your sleeping figure on one side of the bed, hand feeling through the sheets for your husband Kenma’s figure to reach and hug. “Ken…?” you mumbled, half-opening one eye and squinting through the dark for a silhouette of him. Now wide awake, you got up and sat on your side of the king-sized bed before turning on the night-light lamp, glancing at your phone’s screen that read ‘03:15’ and looking for him around the four sides of your bedroom. “Kenma?” Then you heard a soft staticky baby sound coming from the baby monitor, situated above the nightstand on Kenma’s side of the bed, a small screen illuminated in the dark, followed by Kenma’s soft yet husky awkward voice.

“Shh… Yuki-chan, you’re gonna wake Mama up.” You heard your husband chuckle as the screen flashed a top view of your daughter Yuki’s crib, blankets set aside on one side, and the baby nowhere to be found. Maybe Ken’s carrying her, you thought, smiling, as you carefully got up off the bed soundless, donned your robe and fuzzy cat slippers, and with your phone in hand tiptoed through the nursery sitting next to Kenma’s office/streaming/gaming room.

A dimly-lit ray shone through the nursery's ajar door, and you slightly peeked inside. Faint squeaking emitted from the rocking chair where Kenma was sitting, wearing his reindeer onesie over his old Nekoma VBC shirt (a Christmas gift from his former team captain, childhood friend, and Yuki’s godfather Kuroo Tetsurou… which he reluctantly accepted after some urging from you). Carefully carrying in his arms was your one-year-old daughter, Yuki, clothed in a matching Santa Claus onesie and hat (also a Christmas gift from her Ninong Tetsu).

Yuki’s tiny pudgy arms shot upward with open palms, trying to reach for the big red-rounded nose on Kenma’s onesie’s hood. “Dada… Dada…,” she squealed, tiny baby teeth peeking inside her smiling lips.

“Hm? What is it, munchkin?”

“Lalla, dada, lalla~” your daughter chirped happily, begging Kenma to sing a lullaby for her. In the years that you’ve known the famous YouTuber and gamer prior to your marriage and giving birth to Yuki, never have you heard him hum a tune or two, let alone sing a whole verse of a song. Even when you both traveled to your home country to visit your family, and for Kenma to meet your parents and ask them for your hand in marriage, when he was whisked off by your male cousins and uncles for karaoke night, he politely declined their requests to sing with them. (You, at one time, asked his best friend Tetsurou if Kenma was a bad singer, but the bastard just laughed like a hyena.)

“Want Dada… to sing you a song?” Your husband’s face softened and lowered his hooded head within the toddler’s reach, his red cheeks, and smug grin slightly hidden from your view. He sighed and brought a finger to his curved lips. “All right, then. Just one song, but don’t tell your Mama about this, okay? I don’t want her to know…” Kenma then placed a small kiss on the top of Yuki’s head. “This will be our little secret.”

Huh!? This son of a–why won’t he want me to know about his singing? You felt a small vein pop on your forehead as you noticed Kenma reaching for the baby monitor, turning it off, and setting it down on the nearby nightstand before he cleared his throat. You then opened the Camera app on your phone and set it to Video mode, aiming it at the unsuspecting father and child. Better record this and use it as blackmail, just in case tee hee~

My idea of a perfect Christmas

Is to spend it with you

In a party or dinner for two

Anywhere would do

Celebrating the yuletide season

Always lights up our lives

Simple pleasures are made special too

When they're shared with you

You couldn’t help but be taken aback by how warm, velvety, and smooth his singing voice was, the same goes for when he speaks (albeit a bit awkwardly). It made your heart soar even further and fluttered for the love of your life, the father of your child, even more.

Looking through some old photographs

Faces and friends we'll always remember

Watching busy shoppers rushing about

In the cool breeze of December

Sparkling lights all over town

Children's carols in the air

By the Christmas tree

A shower of stardust on your hair

You zoomed in on the video slightly, focusing on Yuki’s expression. She was, in your opinion, kind of entranced by his father’s beautiful singing, her eyes wide and looking closely at Kenma, her tiny mouth forming a cute ‘O’ shape.

I can't think of a better Christmas

Than my wish coming true

And my wish is that you'd let me spend

My whole life with you

My idea of a perfect Christmas

Is spending it with you

Kenma finished the song nicely without any mishaps. You stopped recording and saved the video immediately to your phone, switching back to Photo mode, just as Kenma turned the baby monitor on and put it back on Yuki’s crib. He then littered several kisses on both your daughter’s plump cheeks, causing her to giggle sweetly. “Oh my sweet little munchkin, Dada loves you very much!” he murmured, hugging his child into his arms for a while.

How cute, you thought, giggling quietly and silently taking a candid photo of them on your phone. You finally decided to go inside the nursery, wrapping the nightgown around your body more. “Hey, Rudolph! Why are you two still awake?” you asked, making Kenma jump from his seat and hold on to his daughter a bit tightly.

His reindeer head turned to your direction sharply, anxiety and embarrassment both shown on his face. “Shit… Y-Y/N! How long have you been standing there?” your husband asked, ignoring Yuki’s tiny pudgy hands patting his cheeks playfully. “I thought you’re sleeping…”

“I was also asking you the same thing, Kozume–and please, no swearing in front of Yuki,” you told him in a stern voice, ignoring his first question. Then you sighed and squatted in front of them, hand reaching out to gently rub your daughter’s plump cheek with the back of your index finger. Yuki leaned onto it a bit and nuzzled like a kitten; you chuckled. Checking your phone for a second, you said, “Yuki’s still supposed to be asleep–it’s five minutes past 4 am now.”

Kenma then carefully sat Yuki on his lap and began rocking the chair slowly to and fro, looking at you with a slight frown. “I woke up earlier and took a leak in the bathroom–don’t worry, I washed my hands before coming here–and before I went back to sleep I noticed this little Santa Claus sitting up and looking directly at the baby monitor with a pout on her face.” He adjusted the red Santa hat on his daughter’s head and grinned. “Turns out, Yuki accidentally dropped her Santa hat outside the bars of her crib and was on the verge of crying… so, I rushed in to check on her. Also, her bottle ran out of milk,” he added thoughtfully.

“What?” Your shoulders suddenly dropped their weight, and it was your turn to frown. “Kenma, you should’ve woke me up instead!” you whined, pouting like a child, and turned towards the door on the way to the kitchen, where Yuki’s sterilized bottles and baby formula are located.

“No,” your husband said in a reprimanding tone, quickly grabbing and tugging on the back of your nightgown, pulling you a bit. “You had an exhausting time at work this week, and you haven’t slept for two days straight! I couldn’t possibly let you go alone and check on Yuki without you accidentally bumping through walls and doors and cabinets and hurting yourself.”

“But–”

“No buts, Kozume Y/N. I can handle this by myself,” Kenma assured you, cradling his daughter on his chest as he carefully stood up on the rocking chair and set her down inside the crib before grabbing her empty milk bottle. “Don’t worry about me. Just go back to our room and sleep…?” His heart ached, as if an arrow pierced through it, at the sight of your saddened expression, a pout visible on your quivering lips, the same expression he saw on Yuki almost an hour ago. The gamer bit the inside of his cheek and stifled a chuckle with the back of his hand, causing your eyebrows to frown deeper and you let out a confused whimper.

“Sorry about that,” your husband apologized, clearing his throat and gently stroking your head with his hand, while he looked at you with a loving gaze. Then, Kenma thought of a bright idea, and gave you a tender kiss on the forehead. “How about the both of us sleep here, together with Yuki, in the nursery, hm? And while I prepare for her bottle in the kitchen, you stay with her and wait,” he said, cupping and caressing your cheek.

“Sounds good to me!” You replaced Kenma on the rocking chair, looking worriedly at him. “But, are you sure?”

Kenma nodded, a genuine smile flashed on his lips. “Of course! I want to help you in taking care of our daughter and I have to fully learn the art of child-rearing sooner or later. So, I practiced changing diapers and preparing the milk formula properly, and also asked my mom what she did when she had me years ago.” He walked outside the nursery but stopped near the door, turning his head at you. “I want to be the greatest dad, the greatest father that Yuki has… and I want to give you both a happy and lovable life that I could cherish for as long as I live. So, allow me to help you by being a supportive husband and father, okay? And don’t cry, please.”

You quickly wiped your tears trickling down your cheeks and smiled. “Okay! I won’t.”

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[A few minutes later…]

“Yuki-chan, Dada’s here with your bottle–?” Kenma came back to the nursery with Yuki’s new (warm) milk bottle and a big quilted blanket for you and him and saw you already snoring quietly on the rocking chair, with a sleeping Yuki laying on your chest, your arms hugging her. “Ah, they fell asleep. How cute.” He chuckled softly, setting the bottle and draping the blanket down on the crib before fishing his phone from his sweatpants’ back pocket and opening the Camera app. Your husband then took some candid snapshots of you and your daughter sleeping on the rocking chair, eventually choosing one as his phone lockscreen wallpaper, before slipping it back into his pocket.

“Yosh… time to drink your milk, munchkin~” Kenma murmured as he retrieved the baby from your arms, careful not to wake both of you up, and gently laid her down into the crib, strategically placing her milk bottle and favorite plush toy (a Hinata crow plushie) near her hands before giving Yuki a goodnight forehead kiss. “Now, then… time to rescue the princess~” Using his full strength, he carefully hooked his arms under your legs and back and carried you bridal-style, gently laying you down on the big and spacious daybed sofa adjacent to his daughter’s crib. He quickly retrieved the blanket from the crib and draped it over your sleeping figure, before snuggling himself beside you. Kenma wrapped his arm around your waist and brought you closer to him, your warm body flushed against his.

“Sweet dreams, my adorable and lovely wife. I hope you’d dream of me as you sleep,” he whispered into your lips, placing a sweet soft kiss, before he shuffled a bit and placed another one at the top of your head, nuzzling his nose through your hair and savoring your scent.

Tucking his chin above your head, he murmured ‘good night, Y/N…’ before his eyes slowly shut down into sleep.

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Bonus:

kodzuyn0504 January 20xx - Dada @/kodzuken1016 SINGS. And baby @/yuki.kozume loved it lol

kuroTetsuro wwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

kodzuken1016 (c" ತ,_ತ)

kodzuken1016 @/kodzuyn0504 how did you??????

kodzuken1016 y/n take it down pls pls PLSSSSSS

yuki.kozume cute reindeer onesie papa 🦌🥰🥰🥰

yuki.kozume how nostalgic~ (*^▽^*)

kodzuyn0504 NO @/kodzuken1016 😈

kodzuyn0504 also i didn’t know YOU sing WELL that time wth

kodzuyn0504 AND A FILIPINO XMAS SONG TOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

kodzuken1016 yk i can hear you screaming in the next room lol

kodzuyn0504 i tried asking @/kuroTetsuro before if you’re a crooner but he 🤐🤐🤐

kuroTetsuro cuz I was forced to stfu @/kodzuyn0504 😭

kodzuken1016 😏🔪

yuki.kozume @/kodzuken1016 papa, when i get home after my exams, can i take a video of us singing a duet? And I’ll upload it on Tiktok? pretty please??? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kodzuyn0504 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kuroTetsuro 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kodzuken1016 @/kuroTetsuro stop it 🤦🏻‍♂️

kodzuken1016 hmm… sure @/yuki.kozume we can ♥️

yuki.kozume 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰

Notes:

This is another companion fic for my other works "Proposal", "Surprise!", "Pancakes", and "Dada!"

This is how Kenma's daughter Yuki looks like as a child ♥️

'Ninong' in our native language (Tagalog/Filipino) means 'godfather'.

The lyrics Kenma sung to his daughter as a makeshift lullaby are from the 90's Filipino holiday song, "A Perfect Christmas", by Jose Mari Chan.

Kenma really sings. The whole Nekoma team knew, unfortunately. How did they know? One afternoon, after club activities were over and cleaning of the gym was done and all, Kenma was the first one to freshen up in the gym's shower room. Then, as soon as the other Cats reached the room, they heard him singing in the shower, to the tune of the Pokemon theme song (lol). After that, they couldn't stop teasing the poor setter until he snapped at both Kuroo and Lev. Kenma really sings, yet he doesn't want to show it off to other people... especially his own wife! (Yuki's an exception, though 🥰🥰🥰) But, hey! Kenma can sing pop and rock songs, too (to the extent of his voice), not just anime/video game theme songs. Hmm... imo he can also do the Weathering With You theme song sung by RADWIMPS *shrugs*

I put on slash symbols in between the @ and the handle names in the bonus section of the fic coz I just noticed that Kenma's 'personal' IG handle name and a part of Yuki's are actual Tumblr blog URLs, albeit the former is a blank blog ://

#🎄.audvent collab #goldenshoyo holiday collaboration #ohmydaddycollab #hqlabels #tokyometronetwork #kozume kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #kenma fluff #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma x y/n #tahonet #tht.sinta #hanaya network #🐱saku.fic

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solreix · 16 days

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kenhina jeepney love story tapos natulala lang si kenma kay hinata 🥰

- a short filo socmed au

#hq filo #kenhina #haikyuu socmed au #filo socmed au #haikyuu au #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff

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ugh-tsumu · 3 years

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Kenma stares lovingly at you as you maneuver the mouse of his computer. He stares at your eyes that are intently glaring at his gaming screen. A couple of clicks and a sign flashes on the screen. You look at Kenma with a smirk on your face. Kenma's face softened as he reached for the top of your head, slightly patting it as he said, "Y/N, ang fucking bano mo mag-Valorant. 'Wag mo na gamitin account ko sa susunod."

I contemplated whether I include my gen. taglist here but oh well: @nakizumie @kirakirasaku @gayerthanthee @mirakeul

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rkiveinmarvel · 3 years

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old fashioned lovers - kuroo tetsurou genre: angst | notes: slight mention of cheating, hbd kuroo, angst, twilight reference, falling out of love | 0.7k words - where you and kuroo fell out of love. extra: Hey! everyone, it's been a while, I've been busy and facing a huge self decision whether i should change my username or not erm--yeah, but i hope everyone is doing good and i'll try to be active, stay safe

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You and Kuroo have a lot of differences and sometimes these differences were overlooked because you two were the perfect couple -- was the perfect couple.

It happened on the night you met Kuroo, and despite the differences in yours and his personalities, you two looked forward to the date set in the morning. For months and a year Kuroo followed you, he followed you to get your heart, to get you to say yes. And you did.

The first night he spent with you was your second anniversary with him and that night he realized he loves you more than anything and would do anything for you, including breaking your heart. Kuroo knew how hard a relationship can be, he knew it first hand seeing his parents fall apart, seeing everything he adores fall apart, but that change when he met you, because of you he finally had hope, he had courage, and felt the love that he longed for a long time, he knew that it was good having you by his side, in fact, he believed that it was too good, too good to be true, and it was.

The third year in the relationship was buying a home with no one just you and Kuroo, the third year in the relationship was you having a secret language with him and him having a secret favorite scent that reminds him of you. Kuroo looked at the bedsheets as he rest his hand on your cheek.

This was too good to be true.

“Tetsu, why are you awake, it’s too early…”

“Sorry, I woke you up, baby. Go back to sleep, I just like watching you sleep.”

“Are you pulling an Edward Cullen, now? You should go back to sleep too, Tetsu..”

And there he stared at you, sleeping peacefully.

This was too good to be true.

The fourth year in the relationship was the first and last fall of the glass. The glass was no ordinary glass, it was a glass filled with passion and love, and that first fall ruined the night, that night he think of someone while holding your hand but he didn’t tell you about it cause he believes that made him more of a good guy. But he was wrong. The first time the glass fell wasn’t only his fault, it was yours too.

That time when he uttered another name while holding you, you think of another person other than Kuroo. You wanted to scream at yourself for thinking like that, as you remind yourself, you love Tetsurou, but when you met his eyes that time, his eyes were pleading something, something you could not give. And that time Kuroo wasn’t the only one who dropped the glass, you did too.

That night, was the last night.

The last night Kuroo saw your face, the last night you held Kuroo’s hand, the last night Kuroo held you like a fragile glass, the last night you kiss Kuroo a ‘goodnight’.

The night was so painful, that it was true.

The last night wasn’t a painful farewell, it was the sweet goodbye, you two knew that you danced too much these past years together, you two loved too much together.

“I’m sorry--I couldn’t keep my promise of spending forever with you..”

“It’s okay, Tetsu. I’m sorry too.”

Some would say they are the perfect couple --- they were the perfect couple. They were so perfect that even their differences took part in that perfect piece but not all the time perfect wins.

You and Kuroo part ways but a part of him stays with you and a part of you stays with him.

You are his greatest love and his calming pain.

And he is your sweetest serendipity and soft goodbye.

And just like the first night you and Kuroo met, you saw the differences between you and him, but this time it was the last night.

This was too good to be true, he reminded himself once again.

He kissed your forehead and you returned it with a sad smile.

“We met but it was never destined.”

That’s the last piece of glass, and you and Kuroo were nothing more but old lovers.

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- masterlist - masterlist ii -

--- taglist: @magpiemissy @lethargicyashi

#kuroo headcanons #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #filo kuroo #kuroo hcs #kuroo angst #kuroo fluff #kuroo imagine #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou angst #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x yn #kuroo x you #kuroo x kenma #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu kuroo

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love-amihan · 3 years

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| ʜᴏᴍᴇ | ᴊᴊᴋ | ᴀᴏᴛ | ʜǫ | ꜰɪʟᴏ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛs | ᴍɪᴍɪ |

HQ BOYS CONFESSING TO YOU IN FILIPINO

amihan's note: so i found this from my fb memory wherein they asked op to translate and ended up confessing their feelings for op then i thought why not do it with anime charas? and now we're here! dw, i'm omw to do jjk&aot charas too <33 happy reading!

mentioned charas; sugawara koushi, oikawa toru, kozume kenma, miya osamu

-sugawara koushi

-oikawa toru

-kozume kenma

-miya osamu

gen taglist; {bold letters can't be tagged} @lumpiang-toge @chibishae34 @emeraldscloud @kirakirasaku

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hai-nakyuu · 3 years

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haikyuu boys as typical filipino roleplay groupmates

= the leaders – the brains of the movement. sinesermonan yung mga di nakiki-cooperate. maygahd does all the work pero in the end sila sinisisi kapag pumalpak. sila din sisisihin pag nakuha “1” sa draw lots.

daichi, kita, iwaizumi, oikawa, ushijima, kenji

= the scriptwriters – madalas secretary of the group. sila din taga-casting. lagi kang tatanungin kung ano full name mo for list of group members.

sugawara, yaku, ennoshita, semi, goshiki, suna

= the narrators – mga mahihiyaing nilalang, pero magaling either sa english or filipino. nakakaantok boses nila maygoodness

akaashi, kenma, yamaguchi, ushijima, asahi, lev, aone

= the oscar winners – oh my god these people should major in theatrical arts sa galing nila. isinasapuso talaga role nila, minsan umiiyak, minsan nababaliw, pero in the end sila din tagabuhat ng buong group.

tendou, oikawa, atsumu, kuroo, tanaka, hinata, bokuto

= the literal propsmen – mga may hawak ng mga walis, naghahatak ng chairs, pinaka-resourceful pagdating sa using anything and everything as props. when all else fails, sila mismo magiging mesa at upuan.

kuroo, lev, matsukawa, makki, osamu, koganegawa, yamamoto, kageyama

= the OTPTM – they aren’t even a thing in real life- they probs even hate each other- but they’re soooooo good at acting like they are. sila nalang daw maria clara and crisostomo, romeo and juliet, florante at laura, you name it. perfect agad group nila pag may kissing scene.

iwaizumi and oikawa, nishinoya and tanaka, hinata and kageyama, tendou and ushijima, yamaguchi and tsukishima, kuroo and bokuto (please they’re so into it), lev and yaku, bokuto and akaashi

= the walang paki – lilitaw lang sa dulo, as in bow lang gagawin nila. gets the same score as everyone else. #NasanAngHustisya

tsukishima, sakusa, kenma, makki, terushima

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oikaw-ugh · 4 years

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ate tumatanggap ka pa ba ng reqs???? :D naisip ko bigla, wedding vows nila or mo sa kanila na convo HDJSHSKAHAAA funny or fluff ganorn. pero okay lang if di mo mapansin ngayonnn focus muna sa sarili and studies 😌

ps. pasurprise po kung sinong magsasabi ng "unang kita ko palang sa shinare mong memes, i know you're the one" HAHHAHAHA sholomot pooo ❤️

hindi talaga ako tumatanggap ng request pero ang funny nito- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA hindi lahat vows though. More like, anong sasabihin nila sa kasal nila hehe :> HAHAHAH PASENSYA NA ANON KUNG ANG RANDOM NGA MGA ITO

HAIKYUU BOYS DURING THEIR WEDDING: “______, I know you’re the one.” (FILO CRACK!)

Oikawa Tohru: Unang kita ko palang sa rant post mo na ang baduy ng Shiratorizawa, I know you’re the one.

Kageyama Tobio: Y/N, a-alam mo....unangkitakopalangsayomedyonacuriousakokasibakitalammoangginagawakoyunpalamahiligkarinpalasavolleyballtaposmedyomasungitpaakodatiperonilapitanmoparinakoparakangsihinatanapakakulitmominsannasasabihankitangbokeperoimbesnamaoffendkaperohetokangayonkaharapkosaaltarmahalnamahalkita- (Kageyama, chill bruh, mawawalan kami ng hangin sayo)

Tanaka Ryuunosuke: Y/N....unang araw palang, minahal na kita. Bakit ba ganito ang aking nadama? ‘Di pa kita lubusan na kilala. Eh, ano naman? Basta, mahal kita. Unangarawsaschoolakoaynasaeskwelahan- (at nagtaka na ang mga bisita bakit nag-rap siya bigla)

Kuroo Tetsuro: *tahimik habang nakahawak sa mic*.....*tatawa*....*bubuka ang bibig*....*tatawa*

Pari: Iho, okay ka lang ba? Kailangan mo ba ng holy water?

Kuroo: Di, father, kasi... *tawa* shet, ikakasal na ako kay Y/N.

Bokuto Koutaro: I, Bokuto Koutaro, will take you-

Pari: Dong, vows pa.

Bokuto: Ha? Hindi ‘yun ang vows? Y/N, hindi ko yan na memorize :(((

Akaashi: Y/N, hinding-hindi ko malilimutan ang first na kita ko sayo. Monday ‘yun, hapon. 3:45:01.02 specifically. Sa may 7/11 doon sa 35th street. Nakasuot ka ng puting polo-shirt na may apat na buttones pero may kaonting mantsa sa manggas na color pink at blue dahil sa dala mong poster na mukhang para sa health program kasi may kamay na nakahawak sa globe. Ang kulay ng headband mo white- (Akaashi, tama na. Di na nakakakilig. Nakakatakot na.)

Nishinoya: *sniff*

Pari: Iho, vows mo.

Nishinoya: S-Sorry po...Teka...naiiyak ako (yung iyak na hindi nakaka-in love. Yung iyak na pang bata napakauhogin ganon)

Hinata: MAHAL NA MAHAL KITA Y/N. UNANG KITA KO PA LANG SA SPIKE MO, IN LOVE NA AKO SA ‘YO MAHAL NA MAHAL KITA

IPAGSISIGAWAN KO YAN SA MUNDO TANDAAN MO YAN

(parang kasalanan mo pa na na-in love siya sa ‘yo)

Ushijima Wakatoshi: Unang kita ko palang sa talon mo, in love na ako sa ‘yo. Maganda ang form mo, kitang-kita ang vertical capabilities mo. Tapos ang BMI mo- (Stop na, Sir. Kasal to hindi PE)

Yamamoto Taketora (I’ll be specific with his. He’s marrying f!y/n): Y/N, UNANG KITA KO PA LANG NA BABAE KA, IN LOVE NA AKO SA ‘YO.

Matsukawa Issei: Y/N, ang pag-iibigan natin ay parang password...

HINDING-HINDI KO MALILIMUTAN ! (Natahimik ang mga bisita)

Sugawara Koshi: May actual na copy ng wedding vows niya at pinaghandaan talaga. Napaka-aesthetic ng words naiyak ang lahat kahit ang pari nainggit.

Daichi Sawamura: Y/N, look how far we are now. I love you so much. I remember the very first time I saw you *naglakad papunta sa isle*, you were so beautiful and you captivated my heart. Also, I remember- (Wala na. naging motivational speaker na po)

and lastly...

Kenma: unang kita ko palang sa shinare mong memes, i know you're the one <3333

#haikyuu filo #haikyuu filo crack #haikyuu crack #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu kageyama #haikyuu akashi #haikyuu tanaka #haikyuu nishinoya #haikyuu yamamoto #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu daichi #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu bokuto

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iintemperiae · 4 years

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hq!! boys + filo crack

VOLUME ONE

A/N: nakuha ko lang to sa feed ng fb ko or random ideas or sa chat ng gc namen. credits to the rightful owners sa mga iba jan.

tagging: @applepienation @ize-is-here @kuroos-babie @ranojiroa-san

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #i should prolly make a tag for filo content #kaso idk ano lalagay so saka nalang #gago di ko alam ano itatag ko #oikawa toruu #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto koutaro #nishinoya yuu #terushima yuuji #akaashi keiji #hq kalat

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samgyopsals · 2 years

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PAGSAMO.

A HAIKYUU FILO SMAU | suna rintarou x reader

“hindi naman mahirap magpaalam, di ba? bakit di mo ginawa? bakit di mo sinabi? bakit di ka nagpaalam? hindi ‘yung ginawa mo ‘kong tanga… iniwan mo ‘ko sa ere.”

or in which y/n navigates through what’s going to happen next after being ghosted by suna rintarou. will she ever get the closure she deserves? or will the both of them get the chance to continue what they started?

included characters: tendou satori, nishinoya yuu, yachi hitoka, kiyoko shimizu, akaashi keiji, hinata shoyo, kenma kozume, ushijima wakatoshi, atsumu miya, osamu miya, kiyoomi sakusa, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou

contains: college au, angst, fluff, crack, poor executed humor, profanities, alcohol intake + more to be added as the smau continues

DISCLAIMER: i do not own all the pictures posted in here. the images that you will see of the characters are just place holders and it is not meant to describe the reader’s physical appearance, race, or ethnic backgrounds.

++…

— this is my first time making a smau and an attempt to be a funny one at the please bear with me 😭

— there won’t be any definite posting schedule

— i’ll try to make this as short as possible but we’ll see

— i really hope you guys will enjoy this! to be added to the taglist, send me an ask <3

yn’s group: toni fowler stanners <3 | suna’s group: mga anak ng mafia boss

every tweets from suna’s group will be on dark mode while yn’s will be on light mode. but the messages will be both on light mode.

1. si tendou nalalasing sa san mig light

2. uuwi na si yn?

3. pakidampot tropa niyong ghoster

4. tama ka na arthur nery

5. toni fowlers stanners inuman galore

6. atsumu pa ba? maaasahan talaga

7. sino daw "rin"?

10.

11.

more to be added soon...

(titles are to subjected to be changed as the smau continues)

the tag of this smau will be: smau: pagsamo

#haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #haikyuu smau #suna smau #suna rintarou smau #haikyuu filo smau #suna fluff #suna rintarou fluff #suna angst #suna rintarou angst #haikyuu college au #smau: pagsamo

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mrskodzuken · 2 years

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Soap

pairing: Kozume Kenma x gn!reader

genre: fluff (with crack bits)

wc: 1.7k

tw/cw: post-timeskip, established relationship (Kenma and reader are married and residing overseas in their first few months of marriage), implied Filo!reader*, no warnings (tho fic contains a smidge of a make-out scene). Kenma's thoughts are red italic while the reader's are in pink italic.

a/n: this is my entry for @augustinewrites's Simple Pleasures Collab (overdued I'm sorry /gen), @suyacho and @/izxkus's Selfship Collab, and @chaotic-nick's Culture Collab. *This is sorta Kenella fic too, since some parts are based on my grade school years blah blah + the 'kitten' petnames (sorry I sucked at explaining stuff *bows* /gen) thank you @quirrrky @jotatetsuken for betareading it + ily <3 tagging @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork @hqlabels

Want to be a part of my general taglist? Form link here.

[20xx. Somewhere in Luzon, the Philippines.]

[14:03. Kozume Residence.]

“Shopee~!”

“Nee, Y/N, did my package arrive—what are those?” Your husband, Kenma, poked his head inside the living room and saw you sitting on the floor, currently opening a rectangular box full of white blocks. He tilted his head upward and sniffed through the air. “Smells soapy here, too.”

“Ah, well…,” you started, feeling a bit fidgety (which he didn’t fail to notice). “I accidentally… ordered a box of laundry soap last night. I-I was scrolling through some products and checking their prices before I go to sleep and maybe because I kept on dozing off while on my phone that I accidentally hit the Add to Cart button on a box set of Perla Soap, 50% off the original price… and completely forgot about it until now.”

So those are really soap bars, huh? Kenma thought as he approached you and knelt down beside you. “Kitten, if you know you’re really sleepy, then you should’ve just stopped what you’re doing and snoozed off, rather than sleeping on your phone again. Tch… you never learn…” He picked one bar with his hand and examined the packaging before bringing it slightly under his nose to smell its mild fragrant scent. ‘Perura’ (Perla)? Hm? It doesn’t smell like laundry soap at all.

You apologized quickly, bowing many times in front of your husband. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise—ow!” You brought both your hands above your head, to where Kenma bonked you with the soap bar, and rubbed it.

“You always say that in a halfhearted manner though,” he retorted, lips slightly pouting. The bicolored gamer then peeked inside the box’s contents and huffed. “So, what do we do with these? Can we ship them back? Like a ‘money-back guaranteed’?”

“Hmm… I don’t know if that’s allowed or something,” you hummed in response, yet Kenma noticed a change in your expression and saw your eyes softened. You grinned as you grabbed one bar and traced the blue wavy lettering with the pad of your thumb. “...but, these take me back to my grade school years. How nostalgic~”

Kenma raised a brow, getting confused for a bit. “Nostalgic? What do you mean by that?”

“Nostalgic, because we often used this particular brand of laundry soap bar in school projects that time. I remembered one time our first-grade adviser asked us to carve something out of this bar of laundry soap; mine was an elephant.”

Kenma’s golden orbs widened as he looked at you, surprised. “An elephant? Haha… I know you’re a talented person, kitten, but I didn’t know that you’re that good… to carve an elephant out of soap at an early age…”

“Sorry to get your hopes up, though. I wasn’t the one who did it, I think either my mom or my late grandpa carved it ‘cause I couldn’t at that time,” you deadpanned, looking at your husband with a straight face. A moment of silence ensued before he muttered a disappointing ‘Oh’.

A few seconds had passed before Kenma heard you hum again. “During second or third grade, I remembered our class doing Christmas trees made out of Perla soap bars cut into squares, and we stuck a few bamboo toothpicks around those squares. Then we stacked them up high atop round monobloc tables and draped fuzzy metallic tassels for a more Christmassy look.”

He looked at you again, eyes full of awe, before staring at the bar of soap in his hands. “Ehh… so much art you can do with a bar of soap, much less a laundry soap bar…” Kenma looked around its white plastic packaging and blue text. “Hm… ‘gently whitens whites’... ‘softens and protects’... ‘helps clothes last longer’... made with natural ingredients… hypoallergenic too, huh?”

“And safe to use it on your skin, too, like you would with a facial soap!” you added cheerfully.

“...pardon?”

“I know! Let’s make some cute things out of these Perla soap bars,” you told Kenma as you quickly stood up from the floor and walked towards the open storage cabinet, grabbing an art toolbox. “Ano… Kenken, can you spread out some old newspaper sheets over the table? With that, we can easily clean up the mess after.”

Your husband nodded. “Un.” The gamer then pulled out a few newspaper pages from under the table and, one by one, spread them across like an open book. Kenma hummed as he ripped the soap bars’ packaging and placed the bars on the table. As soon as you came back with some small chisels, barbecue sticks, and sandpaper, he asked you: “So, are we making some cute elephants today, babe?”

“Mm… nah~ not elephants,” you said, lightly tracing a pattern onto one bar with the barbecue stick. “Why don’t we carve out Bouncing Ball Corp’s animal mascots? I’m making a cute Kenma-Neko here.” You proudly showed him one side of the soap bar with a faint line drawing of Kenma-Neko.

Kenma noticed your cheeks slightly reddened, and he couldn’t help himself but chuckle at your sudden cuteness. Cute. He quickly cleared his throat and turned his head away from looking at you, red also threatening to bloom across his own cheeks. “Ah, sorry I laughed…”

Cute…! My hubby’s so cute even when he laughs! You shook your head (mostly to erase the sudden thought?) and smiled slightly at him. “It’s fine! Don’t worry about it,” you assured Kenma, emphasizing the last word with your finger gently poking his cheek.

“—pf!”

“Ne, which mascot are you gonna make, Kenken?” you asked, carefully shaving around the edges of your soap carving. “Are you making Kuro-Neko?”

Kenma hummed thoughtfully, the tip of the barbecue stick he was holding making some squiggly lines, before he replied: “I’m doing Hina-Garasu.”

“Ehhh~? I thought you’re gonna do Kuro-Neko!” you exclaimed, stifling a giggle. “You know, if Tetsu-kun hears you choosing Shou-chan’s animal personification over your childhood friend’s… I’m pretty sure he’d go jealous, depressed and won’t talk to you anymore; you’re gonna break his heart,” you added jokingly.

“Kuro’s just being his overdramatic self, let him be. Both he and Shoyo are two of my precious friends, and I’m Shoyo’s main sponsor, so I don’t see the reason why Kuro would get jealous over him.” He reached for your cheek and pinched it, earning a slight yelp from you. “Also, Hina-Garasu is much easier to draw than Kuro-Neko, you jelly kitty.”

“J-jealous? Me? H-hey, I’m not—“

“Yes, you are.”

“No!”

“Yes, don’t deny it.”

“Am not…!”

“...”

“...jealous kitten—“

“I am not jealous! Cut it out, geez!”

You closed the Camera app of your phone and flopped your back on the edge of the couch. “And we’re done!”

“Ah~ my hands are aching!” Kenma flopped and rested his head near the couch. His eyes were closed, and both his hands were speckled in white (soap bits) and pink as he brought them into his lap, palms facing upward.

After more than an hour of shaving and smoothing soap bars, you both made at least three soap carvings, and the newspaper-covered table looked like a field of snow with heaps of soap shavings and bits. Aside from the company’s animal mascots, Kenma managed to carve also the Bouncing Ball logo without messing it up (unlike his sorry attempt at recreating the Kodzuken logo on soap, which he passed it on to you).

“That was fun, and listening to you telling me stories of your childhood really was entertaining.”

“Yeah, right~ it was downright embarrassing, though!” You crawled beside him and offered your hands. “Give me your hand, I’ll massage it.”

“Huh? Uh, sure…” Your husband obliged and placed his left hand on your own waiting hands with a soft pat!

“Pfft—!”

“? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head and looked at Kenma, trying your best not to laugh, while you gently rubbed your thumbs on his palm in circular motion. “No, it’s—mmf!—it’s nothing!” This is bad...

He raised a brow at you. “Are you sure?” he asked, slowly pulling his hand away from your grasp. “I can tell from your expression that you’re thinking something funny about me, Y/N…” You quickly grabbed hold of his hand and bowed deeply, though Kenma noticed your cheeks flustered red… maybe due to embarrassment? He’s not a bit sure.

“I’m sorry! When you placed your hand on top of mine a while ago, it reminded me of a cute dog presenting its paw… l-like, you’re giving the dog some basic instructions…,” you blurted out, red fully blooming on both your cheeks.

What…? “So that’s what it is, huh?” Kenma sighed and shifted towards his left, facing you.

“Ken…?” You slightly leaned backwards as he moved a bit forward, his free hand resting on the floor beside you, caging you inside his arms.

“Y/N…” Golden cat-like eyes were staring at your own, his face a few inches from your own; you could feel his warm breath brushing through your lips as he was about to kiss you.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Kenma—“

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Kenma, your phone’s ringing…”

“Don’t mind it.”

“B-but what if it’s something important? Ah, I can see Tetsu-kun’s contact name flashing on the screen—“

RIIIIIIIIIING!!!

That annoying bedhead! Ping. “I’M BUSY. WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

Bonus:

[The next day, 20xx. Tokyo, Japan.]

[08:19. Kuroo Residence.]

“Thank you for receiving our package, sir! Have a good day!”

“You, too!” The sports promoter waved at the delivery man goodbye in front of his doorstep, a small package being carried in one arm, before going inside and towards the kitchen where his brewing cup of coffee was waiting to be sipped.

“Hm? Firipin (Philippines)? From Kenma and Y/N?” he said to himself, reading the information plastered on top of the package. “What could it be…?” Kuroo grabbed a letter opener nearby and started ripping through the tape carefully.

He sniffed through the air. “Smells soapy…,” he mused before finally opening the top lid.

“What are these? Are these soap bars? Why do they come in individually-wrapped packages?” Kuroo asked to himself thoughtfully, feeling a bit culture-shocked as he picked up one and inspected it. He then noticed a slip of paper falling on the floor. “Gotcha!” he mumbled, swiftly grabbing the paper before it hit the floor.

“What’s this cut-out letter of sorts…? ‘Use… these laundry soap bars… like you would… do with a facial soap… Love, Kenma and Y/N.’” He fell silent for a while.

“Why do I feel like I did something wrong to them without me knowing…?”

#hqlabels #kozume kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #kenma fluff #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma x y/n #cultures collide collab #snow and z's selfship collab #tahonet #tht.sinta #hanaya network #tokyometronetwork #🐱saku.fic #kenella ♥️

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