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i die a little bit inside when i realise they never do this again

why does kageyama lowkey look good as a redhead

» INÚTEIS PENSAMENTOS — capa teste

⟅09.02.2024 — entrei em uma crise existencial enorme esses dias e pensei: vou capar! E assim eu fiz. Eu estou meio que completamente na vibe de cadernos, planners, diagramação (que ainda sou muito ruim como podem ver), colagens mais sutis e livros em geral, pensando nisso, eu peguei o máximo de material para chegar nesse resultado, que me fez criança de novo. No geral, estou contente com essa capa e acho que a inspiração da capa em si é responsável por isso (Isaac Dunbar em scorton's creek é uma das minhas músicas favoritas e morro de ciúmes dela) e enfim né galera, apenas atualizando meu port com mais uma capa que me deixou triste por motivos de que tem plot angst, amo e é isso.

» SENTIMENTOS QUE FLORESCEM DE CONVERSAS BOBAS — pedido pessoal

⟅01.12.2023 — eu me sinto muito bobão com essa capa pq ela está muito pitchula e eu não sei reagir (ToT) bem, eu meio que queria dar uma presente especial para a @.chanyouchan e eu bolei uma ideia de capa (sem plot) para dar esse mimo pq amo ela e é isso ( ˘ ³˘)❤ sobre a capa, eu queria que fosse rosa pq rosa e chany é a mesma coisa MAS eu não consigo fazer capa com rosa já tem um tempo e eu tive que bolar um bem bolado pra capa ficar mais fofa. Queria fazer uma kagehina pra chany pq esse ship é a cara dela (e tbm pq eu amo editar com os dois mas ignorem isso já que superei minha fase de 2020 *brinks*) bjs e ate a próxima

» LINEARIS — capa teste

⟅26.11.2023 — real: não queria colocar esses dois nessa capa mas eu NÃO CONSEGUI ACHAR IMAGENS DE QUALIDADE então vai ser eles mesmo. Essa capa levou três capas de teste para sair e mesmo assim sinto que não consegui fazer ela ficar do jeito que queria, como sempre né? Isso já vai ser rotina e eu preciso aceitar que nem tudo vai sair do jeito que eu quero :( eu tenho um plotzinho fofinho para essa capa e vou guardar no coração pq sou triste :D Plot fofo com fundo preto? Sim gente, eu amo preto e queria deixar as linhas com um cinza claro e não deu outra, TENTEI DE TUDO pra deixar com cores mais fofas mas não rolou. Tô achando essa capa tão simples e sla gente, vou chorar e não vai ser pouco :'( eu fiz essa capa ouvindo ANAVITÓRIA então tomem!

» 'CAUSE I'M YOURS — capa teste

⟅10.09.2023 — que saudade de uma capa simples de anime com mais de 10 textura pra salvar, que saudade meus amigos. Eu não sei o que dizer sobre ela, amei cada um dos 50 minutos fazendo ela e meu mood vão ser as cores dessa capa, que contém um segredo pq estou estudando por fora um pouco de como as cores se comportam :)

LUCKY NUMBER #27

pairings: Tobio Kageyama x reader

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you felt your throat close up, it felt as if you were going to vomit everywhere. The same feeling you got when you first got your trainee contract but ten times worse.

Everytime you got a text from your brother you looked around, and around and around until he finally came into your sight with your mother and father. You couldn’t stop the corner of your lips from curling up into a smile, neither could you stop the small fountain of tears starting to pool in your eyes.

Sure you’ve called and FaceTimed your family but sometimes there would be weeks even months where you weren’t allowed to be in contact with them. You didn’t where they were at all and they didn’t know where you were or if you were even safe. 

It’s never felt so relieving to see them again. Before they could even see you, you ran up to all of them immediately embracing your mother in the biggest hug you could’ve ever given her, just as if you were a new born baby. Thank God your make up wore off during your plane ride here or else mascara would be everywhere.

It felt nice, familiar and comfortable to finally be around the people you cherish the most in this world.

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little note! : don’t forget your daily clicked for Palestine! 🇵🇸

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LUCKY NUMBER #27!

pairings: Tobio Kageyama x reader

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chapter one | milkshake (disaster)

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GUYS WE LOST THE PLOT!!

the gc w yn and the others is the girls yn is going to debut with in a couple of years!

don’t forget your daily clicks for Palestine! 🇵🇸

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LUCKY NUMBER #27!

Pairings: Tobio Kageyama x reader

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b b b ballers | profiles!!

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NOTES! :

Your fans found out Daichi was your brother and they all started to follow him harassing him for picture of you as a baby😭

Asahi gets added in later dw!

yn spoils suga bc he’s her favourite lowk

Hinata and Kageyama are the only ones that don’t really know yn

noya got famous from a hit tweet and hasn’t shut up about it since then💀

tsukishima and tadashi were helping hinata and kageyama study

bios r lowk unfunny I made these at 3am SORRY I gave up😭

Reblogs are appreciated! ♡

Taglist: @diorzs (comment on masterlist if you wanna be added!!

© haeunoo 2024 please do not steal, copy, or repost my work onto other platforms.

LUCKY NUMBER #27!

pairings: Tobio kageyama x Reader

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SPOTLIGHT ON US (not yn & tsuki tho) | profiles!!

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Tsukishima, Yamaguchi and yn all went to the same middle school. Yn left in her last year of middle school but still kept in contact with the both of them almost everyday!

yn knows kiyoko from her brother and they’ve met once when Sawamura was in his second year and they were friends ever since

yn knows Yachi from kiyoko, they’ve never met in person but face time regularly in between yn busy schedule 😭💀

erm Michimiya is in here cause she doesn’t get any love😕 anyway she knows yn through her bf sawamura (daichi) and they became friends. She’s rarely active in the gc tho but when she is, she says a lot

Guys lowk lost the plot in this just imagine it as a slice of life cause what!!🤷‍♀️

Um sorry it’s not gn with the pronouns but honestly if you just replace “she” with your pronouns it COULDDD work🙏🙏 (don’t quote me on that..)

Reblogs are always appreciated! ♡

everyone in the fg either got “famous” cause they’re friends w yn or they had a hit tweet😭

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hey there

His middle name is tobio MIKU kageyama

Turning this into a sticker for an event ^^

Kageyama Tobio

My Haikyuu obsession must not be encouraged

Combining two random hyperfixations pt4

summer job abroad goes wrong

(Close ups under Break)

Happy Birthday king crow!!!

Happy Birthday

Tobio Kageyama (22nd December)

Haikyu!!

Hinata being confused whether he should be happy by having a handsome boyfriend or not

Capa e banner para a fanfic “Talvez você seja minha alma gêmea, Shouyou” escrito por i4lari para a seção de Haikyuu, fanfic com foco no ship KageHina.

Como tava passando por um (TERRÍVEL) bloqueio criativo relacionado a essa capa, um anjo desceu na terra e me ajudou MUITO, REPITO MUITO, com o processo da capa e topamos de fazer elas juntas. Sim, novamente @ame-sundrops está mostrando as caras aqui no meu portfólio com uma capinha feita em dupla com ela.

Eu não tenho palavras para o quanto eu sou agradecida por ter uma amiga tão talentosa, carinhosa e fofa na minha vida. As vezes me bate aquela coisa de eu não merecer sabe? ODIANWIODNAWOIN Sério, muito, muito muuuuito obrigada por tudo Ame, por toda a paciência, pelo troca troca dos psd’s, pelas tentativas e erros que cometemos umas... cinco vezes com essa capa? E por aturar meus surtos manipulando o Hinata e o Kags pra capa IDNAWOIDNAW

Te amo demais gata <3 Nós parimos uma capa linda (?) OIDNAWOINDAWIOND

Se inspire! Não copie! Artes Oficiais manipuladas por mim.

Capa e banner para a fanfic “Small Bite”  escrito por Atsumuily para a seção de Haikyuu, fanfic com foco nos personagens Hinata e Kageyama, no universo ABO.

Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos à @hawberries pelas artes utilizadas e créditos aos donos dos recursos como png’s, PSD’s e textures.

we’ve lost the plot of fandom fun im afraid

So im here to relight that flame

Make that corny shonen jump protag fic that’s disproportionately angsty in comparison to canon

You make that tropish ship fic- maybe a little nightmare on a mission or truth serum in a potion

valentines day love chocolates gone wrong or a random transformation into a cat for a week- Yes. It. -it is all sasunaru yes but that’s besides the point

Look deep inside yourself and pull out 2016 kicking and screaming from the cavity of your chest, I promise it’s worth the long and dark passage down memory hell, and you’ll find the closet thing to Heaven earth can provide at the end of your journey

haikyuu first year stimming headcannons :D

kageyama:

HAND FLAPPER I KNOW THIS BOY IS A HAND FLAPPER

but he’s super self conscious so he holds back in public until 2nd year when he’s finally comfortable enough to do it around the team!!

he also hums little tunes that he learned as a kid

he loves the smell of peonies and keeps a bouquet on his kitchen table to smell whenever he wants

absolutely listens to classical music on repeat for hours

hinata:

oh the collection of chews this man has. it is extensive and they are all used as much as possible

like seriously there are several drawers in his room dedicated to these things

constant stream of blowing raspberries and tongue clicking, tsukki is so fed up

he likes to dance!!! just breaks out some moves during practice (its never good)

likes the feeling of vaseline and hates chapped lips so he always has vaseline on

yamaguchi:

plays with the edges of his sleeves when he’s nervous

has loads of jewelry so that when he moves it jingles!!!

a little bit of a chewing stim especially when he’s bored lmao

loves spinny chairs so he can go like 90 mph

likes tracing the indents on tiled floors/walls

shakes his hair around rapidly and everyone is always afraid he’ll get whipflash

tsukishima:

moves the tv remote backing up and down CONSTANTLY

singing. i know he does it. i know in my heart he sings at any chance he can

puts glue on his hand and then peels it off after it dries

in public he’s all about the small, socially acceptable stims like tapping your foot and wiggling your nose

but at home alone he really goes full out like full full out. there is no limb that isnt moving

yachi:

probably plays SOOO many instruments im getting major flute and piano vibes

picks paint off walls but is trying to stop because they keep having to repaint things

a bin filled with large amounts of a small object such as beads or glitter? you can bet she’s sticking her hand in it

likes to quickly flip every page of a book and put it against her fingers to feel them go by and also to smell it

sticks her hand over vents to feel the air coming out of them

i think about kageyama stimming every single day without fail

Kenma is so fucking good at math (without even trying it's kinda unfair) so he tried to tutor Kageyama and Hianta once and it just ended with Kenma giving up, Hinata almost on the verge of tears and Kageyama bright red

For the few months after Hinata's birthday where he was 18 and Kageyama was still 17 everytime they kissed or talked about dates and romance-couple shit during practice Tsukishima would just yell at the top of his lungs "SO I GUESS HINATA IS A FUCKING GROOMER NOW"

Managerial Duties: Karasuno Pt. 2

Practice was in full swing.

The gym pulsed with life—shoes squeaking, volleyballs echoing like thunder against arms, and shouts bouncing between walls and bodies. Every member of Karasuno was locked into their rhythm, sweaty and determined, moving like cogs in one beautifully chaotic machine. Even Tsukishima and Kageyama hadn’t snapped at each other in a full ten minutes. A miracle.

You stood just off-court, your well-worn notebook tucked under your arm, scribbling quick notes with your favorite pencil. It was smudged with graphite and bite marks from weeks of you chewing the eraser, but it had personality. The court rotations were finally clicking, and Daichi had asked you to track when fatigue set in for Hinata.

Yachi stood a few feet away, stopwatch in hand, glancing nervously between you and the court like she could already feel a storm brewing. You didn't blame her. You'd been with this team long enough to sense disaster. And it was always when things were going too well.

On the court, Kageyama and Hinata were locked in a rally that looked more like a battle. Kageyama’s sets were razor sharp, and Hinata—well, Hinata was grinning like someone had just given him permission to fly.

You looked down to scribble a quick note when your pencil slipped through your fingers.

It bounced once against your shoe, then rolled straight onto the court.

“Seriously?” you muttered, bending to grab it.

One foot stepped just slightly over the line. Just enough.

And from across the gym, like the harbinger of doom:

“Kageyama! Toss me something crazy!”

You looked up.

Hinata was airborne. Silhouetted in the gym lights. Hair tousled, arm cocked back, grinning like a man possessed.

Oh shit—

CRACK.

The volleyball connected square with your face before you could flinch. Pain exploded behind your eyes. Your feet left the floor—literally. Your notebook flung into the air like a paper bird.

You hit the ground with a full-bodied thud. Hard.

Silence followed. Absolute and deafening.

Then—

“OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY!” Hinata shrieked, rooted in place like he'd just committed an unforgivable sin.

“Hinata, you dumbass!” Kageyama barked across the court, the set still lingering in his hands.

Tanaka skidded to a halt next to you, eyes wide. “You flew!”

“Like three feet off the ground!” Noya yelled, already by your side. “I haven’t seen airtime like that since that one pancake save!”

“Shut up!” Daichi barked as he sprinted over.

“Tanaka, Noya—back off!” Sugawara snapped, dropping to his knees beside you.

You blinked, dazed. Your head was throbbing, your ears ringing, and your face—oh god, your face hurt like hell. When you touched your nose, your fingers came away red.

“Oh, cool,” you muttered. “Nosebleed.”

Kiyoko was suddenly there, calm and terrifyingly efficient. She didn’t speak. She simply pressed tissues against your face with steady fingers, her other hand gently cupping your jaw to keep you from tilting your head back.

“Don’t move yet,” she said softly.

Yachi was crying. Not loudly—just little hiccups of panic as she dropped to her knees beside you, clutching the stopwatch like it could save your life.

“She's bleeding,” she whispered. “There’s so much blood…”

“She'll be fine,” Ennoshita said gently, crouching beside her. “It looks worse than it is.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you groaned, trying to sit up. “Just give me—”

You braced your palm against the floor, feeling the coolness of the gym through your fingertips. Your legs shifted underneath you, muscles tight with tension but fueled by sheer stubbornness. Slowly, you pushed off the ground and began to rise.

For half a second, it felt like you had it under control.

Then everything spun.

The gym floor rippled beneath your feet, tilting like a boat on rough water. Your vision smeared at the edges—colors blending, lights flickering. A low, sickening throb pulsed behind your eyes, then rushed like a wave toward your temples. You sucked in a breath, trying to steady yourself, but your knees buckled sharply.

A startled gasp slipped from your mouth as your body tilted sideways, gravity pulling you down faster than your brain could keep up.

Sugawara and Daichi caught you in unison—each locking an arm around your back with practiced, urgent precision. Like bodyguards. Like anchors.

“Okay, no,” Sugawara said, breath tight as he shifted his stance.

“Absolutely not,” Daichi echoed, voice firm as steel. “Sit. Now.”

They guided you back down to the floor as if you were made of glass.

Asahi hovered a few steps away, nervously wringing his towel. “Should we call someone? Get the school nurse?”

“She’s not on shift right now,” Kinoshita said, pulling out his phone. “Should I call the front desk?”

“Can’t we just carry her?” Narita asked, eyes wide. “I mean—not like drag her, but—gently?”

“She’s not a sack of rice!” Yachi exclaimed, clutching your notebook like it was her emotional support item. “We can’t just—lug her around!”

“I can carry her!” Asahi offered, visibly panicking. “I mean, if—if she wants. Or not. But I can! I swear!”

“No!” You and Daichi said simultaneously.

“You don’t have to drag her to the nurse’s office,” Tanaka muttered, half-serious, half-pouting. “We could just… y’know. Roll her in something.”

“Like a blanket burrito,” Noya added helpfully.

“Shut up!” came Daichi’s bark again.

Behind the main group, Tsukishima stood with his arms crossed. “That’s what happens when you step onto the court during a rally.”

Yamaguchi, crouching beside him, frowned. “She looks pretty hurt, Tsukki.”

Tsukishima shrugged but said nothing else.

“I didn’t mean to,” Hinata said suddenly, his voice soft, wavering. “It was just one more spike. I didn’t think…”

You tilted your head toward him, barely mustering a tired smile beneath the tissues. “Nice spike, though.”

He looked like he was going to cry.

“We should get her to the nurse,” Ennoshita said again, glancing toward the exit. “Even if no one’s in, it’s quieter there.”

“I’m coming too,” Kiyoko said, standing and brushing off her skirt. “Yachi, grab her bag.”

Daichi and Sugawara gently pulled you to your feet again, this time slower, with careful pauses between every movement. You leaned against them, breathing through the dizziness as they helped you to the door.

Behind you, the gym buzzed in confused silence.

“You’re too brave for this world,” Tanaka whispered with reverence.

“She’s got that dog in her,” Noya added solemnly.

“SHUT UP, YOU IDIOTS!” Daichi yelled over his shoulder.

As the doors closed behind you, you heard one last frantic voice.

“I’ll bring a fruit basket! I’LL MAKE TEA!” Hinata shouted, his panic echoing across the gym.

You groaned. “Please don’t.”

Your writing is incredible!! You’re so good at being immersive oh my GOSH! (I can’t count the number of times I’ve re-read Jealousy: Kageyama, you characterize him so well 😭)

And the favorite positions series is getting me into characters I didn’t even like reading about before it’s SO good!

If you’re up for it, I’d love to see a favorite position for Kageyama! But regardless, I always look forward to your posts and I hope you’re doing well 💜

Thank you so, so much for this message—you have no idea how much it means to me 🥹💜

The fact that you’ve reread my work and that the Favorite Positions series has you loving characters you didn’t think you would?? That’s literally the dream 🫠

And of course—Kageyama? I had to do him justice. I’m so happy you asked because this one poured out of me lolol Thank you and Enjoy heheh <333

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Favourite Positions: Kageyama

Kageyama had always been a little obsessive.

It came with the territory. The long hours spent perfecting tosses, the constant demand for precision, the way his mind clung to rhythm and structure like lifelines. He wasn’t the kind of man who acted on impulse. Every action had intent. Every motion, down to his breathing, felt like it came with weight. Control wasn’t just a habit. It was a necessity.

But when it came to you, all of that discipline started to unravel.

He liked watching you ride him.

More than liked it—he craved it.

Not just because of the view, though that alone could bring him to his knees. Not just because of how warm, how tight, how slick you felt around him. It was because, when you were on top, he could finally let go. Let his body move without thinking. Let his focus shift away from control and into sensation. Into you.

Let go of pressure. Let go of performance. Let go of everything except you.

Tonight, it was slow.

Dim lighting spilled across the room, golden and soft. The sheets were tangled beneath you both, slightly damp from heat and friction. Your knees were on either side of his hips, thighs flushed pink with effort. He lay back against the pillows, hands resting on your waist like he was grounding himself, knuckles white from restraint.

His head was tilted back, jaw slack, brows drawn together, his breath hitching every time you sank down onto him. The soft gasps he tried to bite back made your skin prickle.

“F-fuck,” he whispered, voice already hoarse, fingers digging into your waist. "You feel so good."

You moved slowly, intentionally, savoring every second of the way his cock dragged inside you. You could feel every twitch of his muscles beneath your palms, every exhale he let out between clenched teeth. Kageyama couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was transfixed.

Your hands slid up his chest, finding purchase at his shoulders as you rolled your hips just right—and he let out a low, broken moan, his entire body twitching beneath you.

His fingers flexed like he wanted to grab you tighter. Like he wanted to take over. But he didn’t.

He didn’t ask to change positions. Didn’t flip you beneath him. Didn’t thrust up into you like he had so many times before when desperation overtook his instincts.

He just watched.

Like he was memorizing everything.

The way your body moved in the low light. The soft sheen of sweat on your collarbones. The way your lips parted every time you dropped your hips a little faster. The soft gasp you made when you ground your hips down and caught just the right angle that made your thighs tremble.

It was overwhelming.

He was trying so hard to hold back. You could see it—the tension in his neck, the way his abs flexed with every movement, how his grip on your hips kept faltering between loose and desperate.

And then you leaned in.

You kissed his jaw. Traced your lips down to his throat. Murmured something against his ear. Something soft. Something filthy. Something about how good he felt inside you. How wrecked he looked. How badly you wanted to see him come apart.

His whole body jolted.

His eyes fluttered shut. His hips bucked up into you before he could stop himself. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you down hard onto him—deep, tight, perfect.

That was it.

He came hard.

Breath caught in his throat, head tipping back into the pillows, brows pinched tight as he groaned your name like it was the only word he knew. His whole body trembled, thighs flexing beneath you, abs tightening, cock twitching inside you as he spilled into you, hot and sudden and overwhelming.

You blinked down at him in surprise, breathless and flushed, still pulsing around him as your own orgasm threatened to catch up to his. The heat between you was dizzying.

His hands softened, moving to cradle your hips gently as he blinked up at you, dazed, skin flushed all the way to his chest.

"Sorry," he muttered, cheeks red, voice thick with apology. “I didn’t mean to—”

You cut him off with a quiet laugh, brushing his damp bangs back from his forehead, fingers gentle. "Don’t apologize."

You leaned down, kissed his cheek, and let your forehead rest against his.

His hands ghosted over your thighs, uncertain, still grounding himself.

And that’s when it hit him.

You hadn’t been trying to overwhelm him.

You were savoring it.

The way he looked beneath you—blushed, breathless, barely holding it together.

The way his hands twitched like he didn’t know what to do with all the sensation.

The way he let you have him.

And for the first time in his life, Kageyama realized he liked being the one who lost focus.