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haikyuu characters w some of my fave drama plots ♡ [including iwaizumi, tendou, kageyama, atsumu and bokuto.]
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iwaizumi hajime ♡ weightlifting fairy
weightlifters weren’t attractive. it wasn’t cute - cute was being small and tiny and dainty and helpless. yet, you weren’t any of those docile things. you liked lifting weights and watching the shock on others’ faces as you raised a weight twice your size above your head.
having a crush on oikawa tooru was heartaching - your attempts at speaking to him desolate. and you could only guess your larger, beefy physique was the reason why.
huffing, you raised the bar you were holding a little higher, ignoring the eyes on you. the other gymnists were watching with intrigue - but oikawa’s group of fans were snickering cruelly. you glance their way and feel your hands slip a little before you readjust them correctly.
“stop listening to them.” iwaizumi gripes from where he’s stretching. you sigh and let your eyes fall to the floor, the weight you were holding going with them. with a small, muted sniffle, you shuffle to the weight bar to put your equipment back. across the room, another set of giggles burst from oikawa’s fans.
“it’s embarrassing, that’s all.”
iwaizumi lets out a huff, following behind you quietly. you meet his eyes through the gym’s mirror, frowning at the scowl he holds. the gym has gone quiet now, the fan-group keeping their eyes on the two of you. “shouldn’t let the things you like embarrass you. especially when it comes to a shitty guy like oikawa.”
you lips lift into a small half-smile as you temporarily drop your gaze from his. iwaizumi nudges your shoulder with his wrist before knodding over to the various gym equipment. “i’ll spot you and watch how intimidated shittykawa’s group gets when they see how much you can bench. deal?”
“what’s in it for me?” you tilt your head with a playful gleam in your eyes. iwaizumi puts his chin on your shoulder, basking in the collective gasp that echoes around the room. he thinks you look cute with your widened eyes - you looking that way because of him is always a bonus.
he places a kiss on your shoulder, “i’ll take you on a date.” straightening up, he grabs your wrist and leads you to a bench. “deal?”
you grin, placing a returning kiss on his cheek before you sit down. “deal.”
——♥︎——
tendou satori ♡ my only 12%
you were devastated at the tender age of twelve. your best friend - your whole world and more - had to move away. just entering high school, and you could no longer do that together. with a wobbling lip, you gather the red-head in your arms and hug him against you tightly.
he’s just as upset, all sniffles and sobs as he nuzzles into your shoulder. “college,” he says through a cry. it’s not the time, but you can’t stop thinking about how pretty satori was - how he was growing into his stangeness and slowly embracing it more. “we’ll find each other in college.”
high school had come and gone, and you applied to different colleges thoughtlessly. you missed satori - missed his warm, caring eyes and the safety of his arms after a bad day.
tendou satori came back to you during your second year of college. long, toned arms found home around your hips as his face snuggled deep into the top of your head. you’d lost count of how long you’d been hugging, but - burying yourself deeper into his chest - you didn’t really care.
a mandatory sleepover was held that night in your dorm room. tendou’s bags sat unpacked at the entranceway, making themselves home as they were scattered about messily. he was still gathered in your arms, curled into the tiniest ball he could be as he nuzzled his face into your chest. the red-head would keep repeating the same thing over and over, “missed you so much.”
“missed you more, ‘tori,” you planted a kiss to the top of his head. the boy let out a languid sigh, melting even further into your arms. “thought about you every day. and thought about how much i wanted you home.”
tendou let out a small whine, curling himself impossibly closer to you. his head suddenly shot up and he caged you in his arms as he hovered over you. “love you,” he spoke. leaning down, satori peppered kisses over your face before straightening up to stare down at you. “love you so much, [name].”
——♥︎——
kageyama tobio ♡ my love mix up
math was hard. history was hard. literature was hard. science was fun - but still hard. you frown at the small nub you call an eraser, only watching in despair as it finally crumbles into pieces.
you turn to the right, asking your classmate for their eraser. they grin and oblige, sending a half-used eraser your way. with a sigh, you furiously begin to erase the mess on your paper until it was blank once again.
squinting at the board, you soon give up on trying to understand anything that’s being taught. you can ask yachi later - she was always better at explaining things to you, anyways. you’re fiddling with the eraser mindlessly when you realize it feel indented. looking at it curiously, you find a half-erased name coating the back of it.
yama is written in a pretty blue color. you suck your cheeks in, glancing at your classmate slyly. they had a crush, obviously, but there were loads of people in school who had yama in their names.
a bump to the back of your desk sends the eraser flying out of your hands, soaring forwards. you watch, paralyzed as it lands next to someone’s foot. cringing to yourself, you forget to see just who was leaning over to pick up the eraser you’d been using.
he holds it for a bit and you can see him tilt his head. then he’s turning around frantically - he makes eye contact with you.
and you can’t help but wonder why kageyama looks so appalled - why his cheeks are pink and he’s just gaping at you. kageyama - yama was written on the eraser. your mouth falls open as the two of you simply stare.
no way did kageyama think you had a crush on him! it was all a misunderstanding! your classmate liked him - at least, you think they did. with a thunk, your forehead meets your desk as you hold back your groan of shame. the day couldn’t possibly get worse.
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timeskip!miya atsumu ♡ honey lemon soda
you’d been practicing all morning - the correct and polite way to say hello. looking in the mirror and making sure your smile was just right ; that your eyes were soft and your voice was welcoming. today was the start of your new job, after all, so you had to make the best impressions.
osamu is the first person you see as you enter onigiri miya. he’s making a pot of coffee sleepily, puffy eyes staring through you as he yawns. finally - as he scratches at his bed head - osamu sends you a smile. “mornin’, [name].”
“good morning, osamu.” you say after taking a deep breath. you sounded okay - sounded excited to start the day and readily awake. osamu grins before he yawns again, turning to pour himself a mug of coffee. “i’ll get started on the ingredients in the back.”
osamu shoos you away as he takes a seat at the counter and just gazes out of the windows. you hold in your giggle, knowing how hard it was to wake yourself up this morning. as you take different onigiri ingredients out of the refrigerator, you continue to practice your service voice quietly.
“morning. good morning! hello, how can i help you? thank you for stopping by! good morning. mornin’! hi-”
“mornin’, sweetheart.”
jerking up from where you’d slumped over, you turn wide-eyed to see miya atsumu. the blond had developed a habit of sneaking in his brother’s resturaunt through the backdoor. he tilts his head, “well? you gonna greet me back?”
you clear your throat, “good morning, miya.”
“jus’ atsumu’s fine,” he shrugs. grinning as he walks your way, atsumu backs you against the corner as he stands over you. “glad ‘samu hired you, beautiful. ‘ve been tryin’ to talk to ya for ages now.”
——♥︎——
bokuto kotaro ♡ a love so beautiful
it was hot. beyond hot. always so sunny, or teetering on the edge of cold enough to snow. and yet, it never did. you sighed, chin in your hand as you stare outside of the gym’s window.
the volleyball members are stretching behind you, quiet conversations and chatter setting the atmosphere for you. akaashi trudges up beside you with tonight’s homework in hand. you smile his way before sitting with your back against the wall and welcoming him to sit beside you.
keiji grins gently, “you needed help with this, right?”
you hum and lean over his shoulder as he explains the work to you slowly. nodding along, you can’t say how much you appreciate akaashi helping you out when you struggle with the work. you open your mouth to speak, but are cut off with sounds of awe.
everyone’s staring at the window above you with wide eyes. konoha helps you stand and your mouth falls open. it’s snowing - there’s snow falling from the sky.
rushing out in a group, you spot bokuto running across the gym’s roof with two cans of spray on snow. you smile, letting out a breathless laugh at the sight. bokuto hears it, grinning down at you as the cans run out of snow. “is this okay?”
“you made it snow!” you reply in excitement. the other fukurodani members are playing in the fake flurries, tossing it around and throwing it with laughter. your eyes tear up a bit, “you actually made it snow!”
bokuto treads down to you carefully, a bashful blush on his face once he faces you. the captain toes the ground shyly as he avods your gaze. “yeah, for you. it’s all you wanted this year - snow.”
throwing your arms around his neck, you hug bokuto to you warmly and lovingly. you kiss from his cheek to his ear, planting a loud muah! there before whispering. “thank you, ‘ko. this is so sweet.”
——♥︎—— idk where this idea came from but hehe <3 i hope you enjoyed this & thank you for reading ♡ ive updated my masterlist if you want to check it out / see what’s avaliable to request!!
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They never go out of style ✨
#my art#manga#anime#illustration#kagehina fanart#kagehina au#kagehina#kageyama tobio#hinata shoyo#Haikyuu#haikyuu anime#kageyama x hinata#hq ship#hq anime#hq
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SMASH!⚝
haikyu characters hitting you with the ball accidentally!
oikawa, suna, atsumu, akaashi, bokuto, kageyama, osamu, kuroo <3
the haikyu requests are open! idea from @nycteis17 <3 (we’re gonna see the haikyu movie tonight, feel like we’re 16 again🥹)
if you want a part2, tell me with who!
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love at first sight case
#haikyuu#hq#kageyama tobio#hinata shouyou#kagehina#alternate universe#au#fan art#digital art#art#artist on tumblr#otp
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he isn’t the biggest fan of parties.
he could think of so many more things he could be doing other than mundanely chatting with acquaintances and friends-of-friends. the loud music and shitty drinks make him want to puke his guts out; being sociable was never one of his strong suits, after all.
yet, just as he’s about to leave, he comes across the girl of his dreams. the girl he had been crushing on for the longest time, the girl in his biology class, sitting on a beat up sofa.
his friend noticed his lingering gaze on you and interrogates.
“looks like someone’s caught your eye.”
he turned around, his ears tinged with a blush.
“it’s nothing like that.”
his friend snorted and walked off, presumably to talk to another group of people. with his friend gone, his gaze returned back to you. your face glowed despite the darkness of the room. fluorescent lights danced across the room, and chatter is amongst the crowd, yet all he could focus on was your beauty.
the thought of leaving the party has been abandoned, not when the girl of his dreams is right before him! he gathered himself up, realizing he was staring at you for far too long; long enough for you to possibly notice him. he turned on his heel and decided to get some water.
with a bottle of water, he returned to the same spot he was at, looking down at the floor, the ceiling, anywhere but to you. as he was fiddling with his hands, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
to his utter surprise, it was you, in the flesh. a shy smile was on your lips as you waved at him.
“hey, you’re in my biology class, right?”
you started the conversation, noticing how he froze up at your touch. he cleared his throat before responding.
"um, yeah, i think so."
he regrets his response immediately. 'i think so?’ what was he on about? he practically noticed you every time he walked into the lecture hall, your face radiant as always.
you smiled at his response.
"i was hoping you'd remember, or this would have been weird," you laugh awkwardly.
the silence between you two was eminent, and he was desperate to break it. before he could speak, though, you started.
"uh- how's the party going for you?"
he played with the water bottle in his hand.
"it's alright, i guess. i'm not a fan of parties, my friend just dragged me here, so..." he trailed off.
you nodded knowingly, agreeing with him.
"i'm the same as you too, i'm here just because my friend," you point over to the couch, "brought me here."
you softly laugh and lean closer to his body, your shoulders almost grazing. though the party is as loud as ever, and the lights are blinding, all he could feel was your arm leaning on his, your voice like a melody to his ears.
maybe he'll start going out to more parties, if it means you'll be there.
(hq) kageyama tobio, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, futakuchi kenji, ushijima wakatoshi, (wbk) sakura haruka, takiishi chika, togame jo, (bllk) itoshi rin, (post wc) kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, barou shouei
i've never been to a party in my LIFE so this is probably super inaccurate jsjsdjfj pls be nice !! i was listening to cherry wine by grentperez then this idea came to me !! go listen !! (wbk debut YAY !!!)
thank you so much to @littlemissemeritus for beta reading i love u pooks 🥺🥺
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HQ krsn first years x Harry potter because i can :3
kinda wis h i made hnt slytherin BUT UTS OK BC I DREW ANOTHER
#rkgk#haikyuu#hinata shoyo#hq#sketch#kageyama tobio#tsukishima kei#yamaguchi tadashi#tsukkiyama#kagehina#kghn#haikyuu fanart#harry potter#haikyuu hogwarts au
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blue spring — kageyama tobio
synopsis: in the trenches of her own being, he frees her from self-destruction. unknowingly.
content: university au. artist rdr. classmates/tutor + tutored to lovers. soft angst and fluff. slow burn. may be ooc. family trauma. yn is an overachiever. cursing. kys jokes. mentions of sex (this fic is sfw).
status: completed
🐰 indicates the chapter contains written content.
profiles: bestest friends ever + tsukishima | bros !!
chapters:
prologue
i. teach me! 🐰
ii. monkey tie at the exhibit 🐰
iii. something sweet 🐰
iv. coping mechanism 🐰
v. two-headed lamb 🐰
vi. new, scary, unexpected
vii. too silly
viii. downward spiral 🐰
ix. guilt 🐰
x. wonder 🐰
xi. spaces inbetween 🐰
xii. caving in 🐰
xii. remember to be patient!
xiii. until we’re old and wrinkly 🐰
xiv. my blue spring 🐰
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Shoyo’s bending masters !!!
#haikyuu fanart#atla au#haikyuu crossover#atla crossover#haikyuu#kozume kenma#kageyama tobio#ushijima wakatoshi#artists on tumblr#digital art#procreate#haikyuu!!#fanart#hq!!#aone takanobu#sawamura daichi#sugawara koushi#hinata shouyou#hinata shoyo#avatar au#alta au
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💬: asking for another player's autograph
ੈ✩‧₊˚ featuring hinata, kageyama, oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, sakusa
when you want someone's autograph but don't know how to go about it, the most obvious answer is to ask your boyfriend to get it!
#haikyuu#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu fluff#hinata shouyou#kageyama tobio#oikawa tooru#iwaizumi hajime#kuroo tetsurou#bokuto koutarou#akaashi keiji#miya atsumu#sakusa kiyoomi#text au#smau
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distribution system
paring: cat hybrid kageyama tobio x fem reader
warnings: dub-con, smut, hybrid au, stray hybrid kageyama, social discrimination, power imbalance, domestic life, kageyama with his platinum face card, kageyama has a tail
word count: 4.2k
english is not my first language. please excuse any mistakes. thank you for reading!
Being a stray hybrid was exhausting. Tobio thought as he wandered around a new neighborhood trying to find food after every house in the last one shooed him away.
Being a stray hybrid was exhausting. Being a bone-thin, dirty black cat hybrid was worse.
He looked ghastly—hair long to his chest, cheeks all sunken, and without a smile on his face, Tobio looked unapproachable. Some people said he might have rabies, warning their own hybrids to stay away; he was scared of that, too, but only because he didn’t know what it actually was, just that it was fatal and humans hated it.
Did he have rabies? He felt fine though. Tobio thought as he put his hand through the narrow opening of a trash can that was likely to have some food waste in there. After some time rummaging through, he grabbed onto a bottle; it was milk. When he shook it softly and felt some milk left inside, Tobio got his dinner.
“You shouldn’t drink that. You will get sick.”
A voice interrupted when he was almost done with the meal. It was a human woman in very nice clothing, the kind he saw humans in the office area wear. His previous owner also wore something like this, the male one, the one who hit him when he was drunk and angry at his wife. The wife was his favorite of the two, always patted him gently on the head and gave him nice things—snacks, toys, letting him watch TV and play with a round leather ball in their small backyard. But when he knocked over some of the flower pots, the husband forbade him from touching the ball again.
The wife disappeared one day, so Tobio ran away.
“Here.” The human took something out of her shoulder bag and handed it to him. “Take this.”
It was an unopened, brand new milk bottle, looking exactly the same as the one he was holding. Too late, Tobio drank all of it, spoiled as it was, it filled his belly for the night. Together with the milk, Tobio saw a banana. He wanted that.
“Sorry, this is all I have.”
It was funny thinking back to the first time he saw you, that it was the guilt in your voice that made Tobio carefully look past his long hair at you again. Being closer in order to take the food from your hand and seeing things clearer than before, he had never seen anyone so concerned about how they didn’t have more food to give away, concerned about him. And because being a stray hybrid was exhausting, Tobio really wanted a home.
He finally succeeded that night. He found one, after roaming around for many years…
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High up on a building, that was your place. It wasn’t big, but Tobio didn’t mind. He was just happy to be warm and have a roof over his head.
Your bathroom had a tub, small but deep, he could only fit in there if he sat with his knees up. He did that while he let you wash him, at a loss on how to adjust the water temperature and not knowing which was the shampoo and which was for the body cleaning. So he just sat there in silence, not even turning the water on so he didn’t cause any problems, till you knocked and asked if he needed help.
Your hands were smooth, slathering the body wash over his back and chest while he watched you, his now-clean hair tied up with a big claw clip. Having his field of vision expanded made Tobio feel exposed, but it was not totally a bad feeling, just a bit foreign after many years of having it down to hide his face.
“You wash,” you pointed down to his crotch, “down there by yourself, okay?”
Tobio nodded, didn’t mind. He understood you didn’t want to touch him there, you probably didn’t want to touch him anywhere, only doing it out of necessity because he was such an incompetent cat who didn’t know how to use a human's shower. He used to know, he just forgot. Tobio hoped you were not mad.
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It was the next day when you took him to the hybrid clinic for a check-up. He was healthy, needed to put on some weight, yes, but fine nonetheless. The doctor said the hybrid was in his early 20s and prescribed some vitamins, and just like that, the visit ended. Before you left, one of the staff suggested you buy a collar.
“Is it necessary?” you asked before looking around the waiting area and saw that every hybrid wore one. “Okay.”
You bought one in a random color after trying to let the feline hybrid choose and he just stared at you. He was tall, hovering over most people in the clinic. You had to tell him to crouch down so you could put the newly purchased collar on his neck. It was blue, cartoon printed. This was why making rational decisions was important.
Next stop was the haircut. This time you handed him a magazine and tried again by letting him pick a style for himself; however, he just pointed at the first model he saw. Nothing was wrong with a mohawk, and you would have believed it was a thought-through decision if he had turned the pages of the magazine a little and at least pretended to contemplate. He did neither.
Same with the breakfast that morning, you asked if he wanted blueberry or strawberry jam on his toast, he answered with a nod. When asked again, he pointed at the jar closest to his hand and didn’t finish the toast.
The stray you brought home—Tobio—definitely understood human language and was not mute since he was the one whispering his name to you when you asked what he was called. For some reason, he just did not make decisions. And… he hated strawberry jam.
So you rectified that, selecting two most popular styles and let him choose again. But before he could point, you said, “This is your hair, Tobio. Yours. You can choose how you want your own hair to look.”
He listened and blinked. And for the first time in twenty hours, Tobio took his time deciding between things. He picked the style that would get his bangs cut very short, and if his swishing tail was anything to go by, he seemed to like the end result very much. Despite his head looking like a coconut with a wig on, he still looked good, all because of his face.
The man was strikingly handsome. Without all the matted hair masking his face, his features were bare to the beholder’s eye. Dark blue eyes, sharp jawline, small perky nose, and lips—though chapped and dry—were baby pink. He was a sight for sore eyes.
Clothes, toiletries, and extra groceries that included cat food and snacks he admitted to liking were all carried by him. It was a long walk from place to place and from the train station to yours, but Tobio didn’t allow you to take any bag out of his hands.
It was already dark when you entered your apartment. You unpacked the groceries and officially taught him how to use the shower, learning that he was illiterate when he asked if he remembered correctly which bottle was the shampoo and which was the conditioner. He got them mixed up but was right on the body wash because it was a different brand with a different label.
What you did was point out the difference in the words written on the bottles, but the easiest way you could think of was to place them in fixed positions, so you did just that, temporarily resolving the problem.
“Shampoo on your left, conditioner on your right,” you told him, pointing at each respectively. “But don’t wash your hair today, that would be a waste of the products the salon put on it. Unless it—stinks?”
Tobio, who was sitting on the rim of the tub, touched his hair, trying to pull it to his nose for a sniff, but it was too short. Suddenly, he turned to look at you, expectation clear in his eyes.
“You smell for me.” he bowed his head and waited.
“Oh, no need.” You waved your hands no. “Should be okay.”
You were not going to do it, but his head stayed down and showed no sign of coming back up. Not wanting to disappoint him, you stooped down for a quick sniff. The tip of your nose brushed against his freshly cut hair, it was soft and silky now, no trace of yesterday's dirt and grime. And it smelled so good you could have died.
Tobio breathed out a low purr before he looked up at you again, his pupils dilated. “How was it?”
“Nice,” you replied. “No need to wash it.”
“Okay.” His voice was small, faint.
Out of the bathroom, you prepared dinner for two and arranged a sleeping spot at the couch in the living room as you did the night before. Your apartment was a one-bedroom, so even if you wanted him to sleep somewhere nicer, you didn’t have a better option.
You didn’t expect to see him lying on the cold, hard floor the next morning, sleeping in the fetal position and hugging himself, pillow and blanket left on the couch.
“Why were you on the floor?” you asked that same morning while teaching him how to make basic breakfast—a bowl of cereal for you and two slices of toast for himself, this time topped with blueberry jam. He ended up asking for more with a growling belly and round blue eyes, piercing through your heart like a sharp stalactite falling down on tender meat. The damage was so severe that you had to tell him not to seek permission for food again; it was all his to have.
“My legs are too long.” answered Tobio. “They went over the couch arm—hurt.”
And the cushions were probably too small for him to sleep with legs folded. Decision instantly made, you let him sleep with you on the bed from then on.
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It was nice not having to go about people’s houses searching for food and sleep at the train station when it rained. Tobio looked out the bedroom window, sitting on the floor with his head under the curtains, his tail flicking slowly as he watched the wet street below and couldn’t help but feel grateful for the human sleeping on the bed.
It had been one hundred and twenty two days since he had been here.
The bed was springy; it rocked a little when he climbed back on no matter how careful he tried to be, making you stir but overall still pretty much in your deep slumber. He settled on his side, laying his head on the same pillow as you. If he were to pull you to his chest, no one would see you again. Tobio was so big now with a tremendous amount of food consumed daily.
So much money was spent on him just to put skin, fat, and muscles on his bones, and you never once complained about the increasing expenses. He knew numbers now, and he saw them on the bills each time and noticed that you spent less on yourself. You had never gotten the blouse you said you wanted, and you ate half sometimes just to keep the leftover for the next day. He wished he could do more than just helping around with the household chores.
“Thank you,” whispered Tobio.
He wanted so much to cuddle up to you, sink his little fangs into your skin, and touch you in the way that would get him cute noises as a reward. He liked being close to you, finding himself awake nose to nose with you more often than not and using the time before you woke to count your eyelashes. You didn’t like any of that, always pushing yourself away and hurrying up to get off the bed.
Pouting, pouting, all he did when that happened was pout. But in his sleep, instinct took over nevertheless, he would find himself clinging to you anyway come morning, and he would pout, pout and pout…
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This was why you never considered adopting a hybrid before you found Tobio that night. You didn’t want to feel like a scum excuse of a human being, getting so wet that you heard the squelching sound when Tobio pumped his fingers in and out of you, deep, nudging your front wall now and again, making you squirm.
You know what many hybrids were adopted and bought for, and you didn’t want to be one of those using them for sexual pleasure, letting him help around the house was bad enough. He didn’t ask to be here, you offered. What he was doing now might just mean he got the wrong idea about what he was here for.
“Tobio, no.”
“I’m so hard. It hurts.”
He propped himself up on one of his elbows, pouting while he watched his hand’s movement under your pajama shorts. “Please help.”
“Tobio, we need to talk.”
There was no talk, Tobio flipped you to lie flat on his body, his hands tugging your shorts and underwear down before doing the same with his. When your bare core touched his, the cat hybrid moaned loudly and rubbed you frantically against his cock.
It had never come this far, small touches here and there but never this.
“I—don’t want—,” you gasped, “to use you.”
“Please use me. Please use me. Use me.” He pouted more, tears welling in his eyes.
Damn those eyes to hell though you were certain Tobio himself belonged in heaven. It was these same orbs that had you ask if he wanted to come home with you, earning yourself the sweetest companion one could ever ask for.
Coming home to see the apartment cleaned, plants watered, laundry done, nothing was left to be done but dinner because he was scared he would burn the kitchen down because there was fire involved. He was getting better at it now, you feared cooking for you might be next in his plan. Power imbalance hung in the air, but Tobio had no clue.
“You’re not here for this.” You tried to say, turning away from his lips that grazed all over your face, trying to get to your mouth. “You are my friend.”
“I’m yours.”
“My—friend.”
“Umm, yours.” he purred, so cat-like. “You own me.”
Why did he only listen to what he wanted to hear? Not just yours, but your friend, that was what you were trying to convey.
“You are not a thing to be owned.”
For some reason, his eyes darkened. “Don’t be too good to me.”
Next thing you knew, you were on all fours, ass up, face down, hands in his grip behind your back. His hot shaft spread your wetness to your clit before fooling around with your entrance.
“Don’t—”
“Must be warm in there. Wetter, too.” the hybrid whined, claws sharpened, penetrating the skin of your hands. “Please let me get in, please please.”
“Tobio, don’t be bad.” That was the first time you reprimanded him, and you felt him freeze. “You’re not a thing to be used, you hear me?”
“But I’m a pet, your pet.”
“You’re not just an animal to me.”
“But that’s what I am.”
“You’re half human.”
“You don’t understand.” His mouth was next to your ear when he said it. “I am more animal than human, all hybrids are.”
Following his statement was the tip of his cock threatening to push in, you had to cry out his name again to stop the deed.
“Please. Just one dip,” he begged. “One dip and out.”
He was so stubborn, you had never seen this side of him before, literally nonplussed as to how to handle the persistence, the negotiation, and his pitiful cries. He had never been like this, even when you told him his favorite milk was out of stock, all he did was nod and say he was happy with whatever you had.
“Just once.” You choked out the words. “Only one dip and you’re out. You let me go, okay?”
You made a deal.
“Okay.”
The head was not the problem, the thick body and base were, stretching you to the point of pain. You heard a low growl rumble in his chest as he went deep to the hilt and lingered there.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” he said, tremblingly. “Please don’t be mad.”
You couldn’t imagine being mad at Tobio, not even when he didn’t keep his word, pulling himself out and slamming back into you. Again and again he went, pulling at your wrists with each thrust for leverage. Your upper body was lifted from the bed from how hard he pulled, head lolling from side to side.
“Please don’t put me back on the streets.” He bottomed out with a cry. “Keep me, keep me.”
The wanton scream you let out was embarrassing, your pussy throbbed and clenched around his cock as he pounded on the right spot. And Tobio was a quick learner, he hammered down on it repeatedly, fucking you into the mattress until you came with a shudder, eyes rolled to the back of your head; you were glad he didn’t have to see that from where he was.
He shot out a lot of cum when he came, filling you up to the brim. One dip and out? Sure. The thing was, you weren't even mad at him. His clear blueberry eyes trained on you after he rolled you onto your back, tilting his head to one side before he bent down to give a kitten lick at your mouth.
No, you weren’t mad at Tobio, you were mad at yourself for giving in.
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The leather ball he used to play with was for a sport called volleyball. Tobio saw it on TV one day and immediately pointed at it with excitement. So being a good owner as you were—allowing him to fuck and hold you close after each night, albeit not without some begging and whining first—you took him out to an open gym to play with other hybrids.
Him having to wear a collar when going out bothered you, and when it strained his neck while he was out on the court looking up at the ball, you told him to take it off.
“Why?” Tobio asked. Every hybrid in the gym had it on, he didn’t want to be different.
“It’s too tight on your neck.”
“It’s fine.”
A round of laughter erupted from the nearby court when a rabbit hybrid fell on her face trying to get the ball. It was from the humans who sat and watched the play, one in particular seemed concerned—perhaps her owner—seeing as he stood up and told her to get back on her feet.
“You just don’t get it.” you shook your head feebly and walked out the court back to your seat which was just a chair situated not far off the sideline. But as an afterthought, you turned around and said, “Just loosen it a bit, yeah?”
“Okay.”
You seemed to dislike the idea of him being an animal, but at the end of the day, he was. He loved watching birds from the window and making noises at them. He loved sleeping, and when he woke, after exerting himself with the chores until the energy ran out, it was nice to curl up on the couch for a nap.
It was not him who didn’t get it, it was you. Tobio liked being an animal.
So when your boss, who was one of the owners of the hybrid who played volleyball with him, approached and broached the idea of getting him on a cat food commercial you and he were working on, Tobio wanted in, even more interested when the older man said this would earn you extra money to take home after the shoot ended.
“See? Tobio wants to.” The boss gestured his hands at him.
“But—”
“Yes,” Tobio said, earnestly.
“Let’s talk about the shooting date together with the team on Monday.”
The deal was sealed.
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The shoot was stressful for you, seeing people coo at how cute Tobio looked in faux cat ears, some even dared coming close to scratch under his chin. Tobio liked the attention, but he didn’t like strangers touching him. He would look for you, asking for help with his impossible-to-deny eyes whenever that happened, and you would come to the rescue.
“Aren’t cat hybrids supposed to keep to themselves?” you asked, walking ahead of him, just about five minutes more until you reached home. “How come you like people so much?”
“Not all the time.” Tobio replied. “I just happened to like them today.”
“Doesn’t it bother you,” You stopped walking and turned to face him. “being treated like that?”
“Like what?”
“They played with you with a laser pointer, Tobio. Trying to grab your tail, calling you names.” You held on to your shoulder bag as you spoke. “They didn’t respect you at all.”
“I’m an animal.”
“This again?”
“You have to accept that I am one and there is nothing wrong with it.”
There was no anger in this voice, never with Tobio, only dull sadness that dimmed his usual bright eyes down a notch.
“But you don’t agree, do you? That’s why you’re trying to change me.”
“You missed the point.”
“And what was it?”
When you didn’t respond instantly, he continued, “I like wearing a collar because it shows people I’m taken, taken by you, not a stray no one wants. I like that you own me.”
“Oh Tobio—”
“Is it wrong that I love doing the housework, that I don’t care that people want to give me treats and play laser pointer with me? I know what I am and how they see me. I’m an ani—”
“I don’t care that you’re an animal, a hybrid or whatever!” you interrupted with a soft shout. “I’m saying that no matter what you are, you deserve respect,” you said. “I don’t know what you experienced that made you think you can’t pick between strawberry and blueberry jam. And they can play laser pointer with you for all I care, but they should be aware that you have a life and mind of your own and not just assume they can do it without even asking. Just because you’re fine with it doesn’t make it okay.”
You paused to breathe.
“And trust me those people—those people in the studio, they don’t—they don’t understand this, yet.” You closed your eyes. “After the shoot, one of them asked me if they could buy you.”
Opening your eyes again, he was so close you had to tilt your head back to look at him.
“I don’t want to hear anyone say that about you ever again.”
His kiss didn’t take you by surprise. His tongue was welcome, and his moan was your guest. Tobio held your hand all the way home and didn’t let go even when the apartment door closed behind you and him, instead, he kissed you against it. Then from your mouth, he headed downwards.
“I thought I disgusted you.” he said, nipping at the soft flesh of the thigh he put on his shoulder.
“That is crazy. Ouch! Tobio, your claws.”
It had been almost a year already since Tobio moved in, and with his typical cat behavior, your body was full of scratches, some faded, some didn’t. He had a second haircut just two months ago, the same style with his bangs cut short, resembling a coconut for a while until it grew out past the stage, and now it was just in the right length—perfect for a grab.
He liked when you played with his hair, loved it when you pulled hard during sex. For someone who was soft spoken and had a hobby of watching birds and playing volleyball, Tobio was surprisingly perverted when it came to fucking.
The man purred loudly when he got the taste of your soaking folds, lapping greedily at the core and dragging his wet tongue up your inner thighs, collecting every drop like it was essential for his being.
When your hands remained by your sides, taking action too slow for his liking, Tobio searched blindly without pulling his face away from your nectar and grabbed one of them to put on his head. Automatically, you gripped a handful, hearing him groan with relief and satisfaction.
“So good to me.” he mumbled, his thumb leisurely circling your clit. “I like you more than anything.”
More than the milk you gave him that first night, or the banana, even the blueberry jam could not compare to you. And despite him not being brave enough to make a choice of his own haircut, he did make a choice in that moment he followed you home—he chose you.
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the curious case of kageyama tobio's love life / kageyama tobio x reader
genre(s): crack + fluff! timeskip au (third year/graduation), investigative report format, secretly dating trope, drunk x sober LMFAO
warnings(s): drunk people and house parties... (underage drinking is not! recommended here!), defs multiple/many uses of y/n because of how the fic is formatted but you need to trust the process PLEASE (sorry!) also reader's ass gets slapped by kags as a dare...
wc: ~4k
tldr; below is a transcript, recounted by partygoers hinata shoyo, tsukishima kei, yachi hitoka, and yamaguchi tadashi, of the happenings at hinata shoyo's graduation house party, set on the night of 29th march. any and all hearings have been sworn to be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. they think. probably.
[Report #1- Initiated by Hinata Shoyo]
Date of occurrence: March 29
Time of occurrence: 7:20pm
Location of occurrence: Living room
Kageyama Tobio is the third guest to arrive at Hinata Shoyo's residence, twenty minutes after Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi. He carries with him the items that were agreed on the night prior- two twelve-packs of beer, one two litre bottle of coke, one Nintendo switch, and two Nintendo Pro controllers. Upon entry, Hinata Shoyo greets him at the door, and the following conversation ensues between Hinata Shoyo and Kageyama Tobio.
[Transcript #1- provided by Hinata Shoyo]
S. Hinata: You're here, what's good! You got the stuff too?
T. Kageyama: Yeah. Where's everyone else?
S. Hinata: Daichi's on patrol until eight, Suga's picking him up when he's done. Yachi's lining up to pick up the cake with y/n-
T. Kageyama: Cool, I'll put the stuff down there. (He signals to the kitchen counter across the living room)
[End of transcript #1]
Kageyama Tobio proceeds to the television, where he sets up his Nintendo on the dock. He then offers a controller to Tsukishima Kei, who accepts, and joins Kageyama in a game of Super Smash Bros. Upon opening the character menu, half of his characters are unavailable for use, evident by the following conversation that ensues between Tsukishima Kei and Kageyama Tobio.
[Transcript #2- Provided by Tsukishima Kei]
T. Kageyama: What the fuck?
K. Tsukishima: For someone who's had this game since release, you're pretty shit if you can barely move past the starter characters.
T. Kageyama: Shut up. [He proceeds to the home page of his console.]
K. Tsukishima: Sure.
[End of transcript #2]
Kageyama Tobio then leaps to the dock, unplugging it for a total of forty-two (Hinata Shoyo estimates) seconds. During its downtime, he is seen to be wiping his neck with one hand, tapping at the screen with the other. The game of Super Smash Bros ensues when he replugs it onto the dock, to reveal a fully unlocked character selection screen. Kageyama Tobio, who plays Sonic the Hedgehog, loses 1:2 against Tsukishima Kei, who plays Sora. But don't tell him that Hinata Shoyo kept count. Thanks.
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[Report #2- Initiated by Yachi Hitoka]
Date of occurrence: March 29
Time of occurrence: 7:46pm
Location of occurrence: Living room, kitchen
Yachi Hitoka and y/n are the sixth and seventh guests to arrive at Hinata Shoyo's residence. By the time they step foot into the house, Hinata Shoyo is three vodka redbulls in, courtesy of Tanaka Ryunosuke and Nishinoya Yuu's contributions to the party's catalogue of available drinks, and is shooting down a fourth with Yamaguchi Tadashi, who is on his first drink of the night. Tsukishima Kei is one can of beer in, and is wrestling Kageyama Tobio on the couch, who is two cans of beer in. Upon entry, Hinata Shoyo slings an arm around Yamaguchi Tadashi, and drags him along to greet the two guests. The following conversation ensues between Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shoyo, Yamaguchi Tadashi, and y/n.
[Transcript #3- Provided by Yachi Hitoka]
Y/n: What is going on...?
S. Hinata: You're heeeere! C'mon, take a bit from me! [Hinata Shoyo proceeds to tilt his glass too far into his face, and breathe in roughly 250mL of redbull mixed with vodka. He chokes. Yamaguchi Tadashi attempts to worm out of Hinata Shoyo's grasp. His attempt is unsuccessful.]
H. Yachi: If this is what forty minutes looks like, I don't think I wanna know what happens later.
Y/n: Why are they wrestling like... that?
H. Yachi: Men.
T. Yamaguchi: Men.
S. Hinata: [coughs]
Y/n: Understandable.
[End of transcript #3]
Y/n heads to the kitchen counter, where they set a cake into the fridge. Kageyama Tobio breaks free from Tsukishima Kei's sloppy side pin at this moment. Tsukishima Kei heads for the bathroom, and does not return until twenty minutes later. It is unsure what occurred in the bathroom, but not of importance. Kageyama makes a beeline for the fridge, and stubs his toe on the corner of the kitchen counter. He is...unusually uncoordinated, and barges into the space beside y/n, only to grab a third beer and push his way out again. Y/n shoots him a side eye, one that nobody else notices, except for Yachi Hitoka, who is currently writing this report. It's pretty scary, actually, they're a little scary with the side eye. But that is besides the point.
Y/n does not take a drink, but instead heads to the now empty couch, where they pick up the discarded Nintendo Pro controllers off the ground, and invite Yamaguchi Tadashi and Yachi Hitoka to a game of Super Smash Bros. Upon entering the game, y/n selects Sonic as their character. Kageyama Tobio returns to the couch with a can of beer at this moment, and the following conversation ensues between y/n, and Kageyama Tobio.
[Transcript #4- Provided by Yachi Hitoka]
T. Kageyama: Why aren't you picking Ness?
Y/n: I feel like Sonic today, so why not?
T. Kageyama: Sonic's difficult, even for me. Fun, though.
Y/n: I never get to play Sonic, so now that I can, I'm using him.
T. Kageyama: ...Fair enough.
[End of transcript #4]
Following the conversation, Kageyama Tobio does not leave the area. He leans with his forearms against the edge of the couch, and his hands hanging just above y/n's shoulders. He does, however, watch the game and the game only. Y/n, who plays Sonic the Hedgehog, ties with Yachi Hitoka, who plays Kirby. They both lose to Yamaguchi Tadashi, who plays Joker.
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[Report #3- initiated by Tsukishima Kei]
Date of occurrence: March 29
Time of occurrence: 9:02pm
Location of occurrence: Living room
Disclaimer: Tsukishima Kei would like to preface that from this point onwards, his recounts may be liable to errors in continuity and/or accuracy. This is because by 9pm, he was three cans of beer, and one can of Jack Daniels and coke in. Daichi Sawamura, in his fancy police uniform and all, insisted on staying sober, so he will be fact checking any of Tsukishima Kei's recounts up until the point when he leaves the party prematurely. Daichi Sawamura will be aided by Sugawara Koushi, who also insisted on staying sober. For the children, he said. From Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi's departures onwards, any and all informtaion provided by Tsukishima Kei is subject to human error and inaccuracies. Apologies for the inconvenience.
[The following is fact checked by Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi]
Hinata Shoyo, who has managed to hold in four vodka redbulls, one can of beer, and half a vodka cruiser thus far, makes the suggestion to play drunken truth or dare. At this point in time, Kageyama Tobio is three cans of beer, and two cans of Jack Daniels and coke in. He is half-asleep on y/n, who looks visibly distraught, like when a guy you're not really into thinks he's allowed to sleep on your shoulder. At Hinata's proposal of truth or dare, y/n speaks into the air, however, it is inaudible to Tsukishima Kei, who has just returned from another twenty minute break in the bathroom. What can be said? The guy needs his downtime away from the rest of these drunk idiots. (This is a Daichi Sawamura approved comment)
In y/n's hand is a red cup, however, it is unconfirmed whether its contents are alcoholic or not. Everybody sits in a circle on the ground of Hinata Shoyo's living room, and in the fourth round of truth or dare, the following conversation ensues between Hinata Shoyo, y/n, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, and Yachi Hitoka.
[Transcript #5- Provided by Tsukishima Kei (aided by Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi)]
S. Hinata: Who's to SAYYYY...it isn't somebody...RIGHT HEEEEERE! [Hinata Shoyo swirls a bottled vodka cruiser in circles, and spills rougly 15mL of its contents onto his carpet. Nobody notices this. The carpet is not cleaned until the next morning. This will be of importance.]
T. Kageyama: Yeahhhhh...YEAAAAAAH! It HAAAAS to be somebody here, riiiiiiight?...RIIIIIIIGHT? [Kageyama Tobio nudges y/n's shoulders as he prods on. His inquisition is futile, as y/n does not respond directly to his advances. However, they shoot him a look. You know, the look of panic when a guy that you're a little bit into starts totally hitting on you in front of everyone.]
Y/n: Yachi's question was are you into anybody. Yes, I am. Who's next?
K. Tsukishima: Well...it's no FUN if you're not telling us whooooo! C'monnn, a guy hits on you every other day...it's BOOOOORING if you don't tell usssssss...specifics! Yeah, specifics!
T. Kageyama: You're...stiiiiiill getting hit on by OTHERRRR GUYSSSSS? [Kageyama Tobio proceeds to grab y/n by the shoulders, and turn them to face himself. Y/n is visibly taken aback. They shoot another look. the kind of look where your mouth is open and you suddenly stop blinking because you aren't sure how to anymore.]
Y/n: Can we...can we please move on to the next person? Thanks! [Y/n taps Kageyama Tobio's wrists two times. Kageyama Tobio releases y/n from his grasp, and folds his arms.]
H. Yachi: Goooooootcha! [Yachi Hitoka takes a swig from a red cup. Its contents are known to be cream soda and vodka in a 7:1 ratio, courtesy of Hinata Shoyo's contributions to the party's catalogue of available drinks. At this moment, Yachi Hitoka is two drinks in, and that is already two drinks too many.] So, Yamaguchi! Truuuuuuuth...or dare?
[End of transcript #5]
This round of truth or dare continues for another thirteen minutes. No further interactions are recorded between Kageyama Tobio and y/n within this timeframe. Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi leave the party prematurely at 9:20pm.
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[Report #4- Initiated by Tsukishima Kei]
Date of occurrence: March 29
Time of occurrence: 9:52pm
Location of occurrence: Living room, kitchen
[The following is not fact checked by Daichi Sawamura or Sugawara Koushi, and may contain inaccuracies. Ensure to cross check with multiple reliable sources. As reliable as you can get with a group of hammered, freshly graduated young adults, and their enabling seniors, at least. For the record, Tsukishima Kei has ceased his consumption of alcohol by this point in time. Tsukishima Kei's brother, Tsukishima Akiteru, gives him the talk when he returns home the following day, but that is not of importance. So don't worry about it. Just know that Tsukishima Kei was the second most responsible drinker of the night. Thanks.]
At approximately...9:52pm? Yes, 9:52pm, sure. At 9:52pm, y/n separates from the truth or dare circle, and proceeds towards the kitchen. They are seen filling up a red cup with coke, and nothing else. While y/n is away from the larger group, the following conversation ensues between Nishinoya Yuu, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, and Hinata Shoyo.
[Transcript #6- Provided by Tsukishima Kei]
Y. Nishinoya: No...I'VE GOT a GOOOOOOOOD ONE FOR HIM! ...KAGEYAMA! I...daaaaaare YOU!
K. Tsukishima: He asked for a truuuuuuuuuuth, not a...DAAAARE!
S. Hinata: GODDAMN LET HIIIIIIM FINISHHHHHH....
Y. Nishinoya: Yeaaaaaah, asshooooooole. Leeeeeet me FINISHHHHHH! [Nishinoya Yuu sniffs, and stares into the ceiling for four seconds. Not a single thought is coherent in Nishinoya Yuu's mind.]
T. Kageyama: Whaaaat am I dooooing! I'm gaaaaame enough...for ANYTHING! ANYTHIIIIIING! [Kageyama Tobio possesses a look that is a little insane, and proceeds to...beat at his chest? What the fuck? Did he actually beat at his fucking chest? (This is not Daichi Sawamura approved. Please cross check with reliable sources.)]
Y. Nishinoya: I daaaare YOU! To smack y/n's aaaaaaaass...hahah...ha.... [Nishinoya Yuu falls over to the side. He remains in slumber for the next thirty-two minutes.]
S. Hinata: Thaaaaaat...is CRAAAZY! Kaaaageyamaaaaa...are youuuuu! Gaaaaaame enoughhhhh!
[End of transcript #5]
Kageyama Tobio pushes himself off the ground at Hinata Shoyo and Nishinoya Yuu's provocations. He snickers to himself, and walks to the kitchen, where y/n is placing the two litre bottle of coke into the fridge. Kageyama Tobio proceeds to advance towards y/n, and smacks their behind, before…squeezing it? And then jiggling it in his- what the…fuck is going on? (This is not Daichi Sawamura approved, please cross check with reliable sources.) Y/n snaps around at the abrupt impact, and empties the contents of their cup onto Kageyama Tobio. It's a shame Nishinoya Yuu is too knocked out to witness what he has provoked. Sucks. The following commotion ensues between Kageyama Tobio, and y/n. Please note that parts of the conversation were inaudible from the truth or dare circle's location.
[Transcript #6- Provided by Tsukishima Kei, Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shoyo, and Yamaguchi Tadashi]
Y/n: WHATTTTT the FUCK KAGEYAMA.
T. Kageyama: [inaudible]
Y/n: Oh...my fucking God! You are! Very drunk!
T. Kageyama: [Turns to the truth or dare circle.] TOOOLD YOU! I'M GAAAAAME ENOUGH! FOR AAAAAAAANYTHING!
Y/n: [inaudible]...NISHINOYA! [Y/n shoots a look towards the truth or dare circle. One of disdain. Contempt, even. In hindsight, the dare was much too inappropriate. Here is a reminder for everybody to apologise at the next available chance.]
T. Kageyama: Soooorry, [inaudible].
Y/n: [inaudible]...God, I should have never did it to you the first time. Not the place. Not! the place! [Y/n proceeds to grab Kageyama Tobio by the shoulders, turning him around. Kageyama Tobio is ushered into the bathroom, alongside y/n. Y/n shoots one more look at the truth or dare circle. Tsukishima Kei, as he writes this transcript, is beginning to understand Yachi Hitoka's slight fear of y/n. It's the side eye. They are definitely a little scary with the side eye.]
T. Kageyama: Ouuuuuu, the BAAAATHROOM! Thaaat's a firstttttt. [Kageyama Tobio wiggles his brows, and it's kind of creepy. Like when a guy is trying a little too hard to get laid, and is throwing every existing pickup line at you. Y/n smacks him in the side of his head, and pushes Kageyama Tobio into the bathroom. They slam the bathroom door shut and lock it. The two do not return until fifteen minutes later. It is unsure what occurred during that timeframe.]
[End of transcript #6]
When Kageyama Tobio and y/n return to the living room, it is approximately 10:12pm. Nishinoya Yuu is still asleep on the floor, and shows mild signs of...nevermind. Yachi Hitoka and Yamaguchi Tadashi have moved on to drunken karaoke. Hinata Shoyo and Tanaka Ryunosuke learn to do the Rasputin beside Nishinoya Yuu's unconscious body. Kageyama Tobio and y/n settle beside Yamaguchi Tadashi and Yachi Hitoka respectively, and pretend to be at a concert where the singers can barely remember their own lyrics and aren't sure what notes to hit. Tsukishima Kei wants to go home, but hasn't gathered a satisfactory amount of blackmail yet. Therefore, Tsukishima Kei stays the night. He passes out on the living room carpet at 12:03am.
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[Report #6- Initiated by Yamaguchi Tadashi and Hinata Shoyo]
Date of occurrence: March 30
Time of occurrence: 12:12am
Location of occurrence: Living room
Disclaimer: Any and all recounts made my Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi from this point onwards may be liable to errors and inaccuracies. Since Tsukishima Kei made the disclaimer, the two believed they too were responsible for making one of their own. They admit that they were not responsible drinkers. They also admit that this will, undoubtedly, happen again.
12:12am is a time of silence. By this time, Tsukishima Kei has fallen asleep on the carpet, just beside Hinata Shoyo’s cruiser spill. He does not wake until 11:13am of March 30. Yachi Hitoka leaves the residence at approximately 11:30pm, alongside Tanaka Ryunosuke and Nishinoya Yuu, who are all picked up by Kiyoko Shimizu. Yamaguchi Tadashi and Hinata Shoyo are positioned at the kitchen counter, where they eat the graduation cake with their bare hands. At this point in time, Yamaguchi Tadashi has ceased all alcohol consumption, tapping out at two vodka redbulls, and two cream soda and vodkas in a 5:1 ratio. Hinata Shoyo, who has thrown up twice between this report and the last, has also ceased all alcohol consumption, tapping out at four vodka redbulls, one can of beer, and one vodka cruiser. Does cake work as a hangover cure? So sinful, so decadent…who gets to eat the happy graduation chocolate sign? Pay that no mind, for it is unimportant. What is of importance, is Kageyama Tobio and y/n’s current form.
Kageyama Tobio, who has tapped out after three cans of beer, two cans of Jack Daniels and coke, and an additional shot of pure vodka, stirs in his half slumber. This is no regular half slumber, but is one of intimacy, and of lovesick vulnerability, evident by his entire body splayed across y/n’s lap. At the time of this report, it is unsure whether y/n has consumed any amount of alcohol, but their sobriety is to be applauded regardless. (Please do not inform Kageyama Tobio of Hinata Shoyo’s comments on his character. Thanks.)
Y/n proceeds to bounce their leg twice, no, three times. Yes, three times is what it takes for Kageyama Tobio to stir awake. Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi advance towards the couch at this moment, with the intention of smearing cake over Kageyama Tobio and y/n. However, upon entering the vicinity of the living room, the following conversation ensues between Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shoyo, and y/n. Please be reminded that Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi are both drunk out of their mind, and that the conversation was one of whispers. For that reason, any and all details of the transcript are liable to errors, redaction, and/or inaccuracies. Apologies for the inconvenience.
[Transcript #7- Provided by Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi]
T. Kageyama: [inaudible]…leave?
Y/n: Do you? [inaudible]…car [inaudible]
T. Kageyama: I don’t [inaudible]…ow. [Kageyama Tobio rubs at his temples. Hinata Shoyo believes he is crying, but also don’t tell Kageyama Tobio he thinks that. (This is not Daichi Sawamura approved. Please cross check with reliable sources.)]
Y/n: Alright. Upsies now, I’ll drop you off. [Y/n pushes Kageyama Tobio’s body off of their lap. Kageyama Tobio whines. Hinata Shoyo is recording this entire ordeal, but there is frosting on the camera from fumbling for his phone with cake-covered hands. It is unclear who is speaking in the video, or what is happening, really.]
T. Kageyama: Drop me…offffffff? BUT I THOOOOOUGHT- [Y/n proceeds to punch Kageyama Tobio in the side, to which he doubles over. Kageyama Tobio begins to giggle uncontrollably on the ground.]
Y/n: Yes. I'm dropping you off, Tobio. Hinata? [Y/n turns to Hinata Shoyo, who throws his phone onto the ground upon being spotted. They leave the couch, and attempt to pull Kageyama Tobio to his feet. Kageyama Tobio is still giggling, and is unable to find his grounding.]
S. Hinata: Y-yeeeeeees...? [Why are they looking at Hinata Shoyo like that? No, seriously, he's getting scared thinking about it again as he writes this transcript.]
Y/n: I think I'll head out, Kageyama needs a drop off and I'm getting tired. This was fun! Thanks for holding the party, happy grad! I'll catch you around, yeah?
S. Hinata: Of COUUUUUUUUURSE...! Youuuu're NEVER! Getting rid of USSSSS!
Y/n: Yeah, of course. See you soon, Hinata. Good luck with the cleanup. [Y/n has finally managed to pull Kageyama Tobio to his feet. They yank Kageyama Tobio by the arm, and push him out the front door.]
[End of transcript #7]
At 12:15am, Kageyama Tobio and Y/n leave Hinata Shoyo's residence. Yamaguchi Tadashi, and Tsukishima Kei do not leave until the day of March 30.
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[Report #7- Initiated by Tsukishima Kei, Hinata Shoyo, Yamaguchi Tadashi]
Date of occurrence: March 30
Time of occurrence: 11:13am
Location of occurrence: Living room
Tsukishima Kei is the first to wake from the stench of the cruiser spill by his nose. God, fuck, everything hurts. Is this what death feels like? A hangover? Also, that spill? Foul, fucking rank. It comes as no surprise that vodka, steeped into the fuzz of an unwashed carpet, would undoubtedly stink. That is beside the point. Tsukishima Kei leaves the ground at the stench, and searches for his phone. He is afraid. He promised to be home by midnight. His brother is going to kill him. Following two minutes of mindless smacking at the ground, Tsukishima Kei finally finds his device. Upon closer inspection, however, the following conversation is shown on the phone.
[Transcript #8- Provided by Y/n]
Y/n: r u dead???? -1:02am
Y/n: hurry up i wanna sleep:( -1:02am
Y/n: im not hearing water istg if ur not showering im gonna fucking drown u babe i dunked SODA all over u -1:03am
Y/n: r u hearing me -1:05am
Y/n: kageyama tobio r u hearing me because i still am not hearing water from my bathroom -1:05am
Y/n: if you don't shower ur sleeping on the ground tn -1:07am
Y/n: tobio r u done omg hurry up i wanna sleep sb -1:27am
[4 missed calls from: Y/n]
[End of transcript #8]
Upon this discovery, Tsukishima Kei wakes Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi, who sleep on the couch for the night. The three ruminate on their next course of action, before the phone rings. The following conversation ensues between Tsukishima Kei, and y/n. Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi choose to act as bystanders.
[Transcript #9- Provided by Tsukishima Kei]
Y/n: ...Fuck.
K. Tsukishima: So.
Y/n: He dropped it while wrestling you, didn't he.
K. Tsukishima: ...We wrestled?
[End of transcript #9]
[Case Closed]
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bonus:
When you realise that Tobio's phone is MIA, he finally returns from your bathroom. Barely clothed, he shakes his head, and droplets of water come flying from his hair. His feet are heavy against the floor, and he isn't sure if he'll even make it to your bed at this rate, until you come darting out of your room, phone in hand.
"Tobio, where is your phone?"
"My phone?" His phone, it's in the bathroom, like it always is when he showers, right? Tobio grunts, annoyed at the extra return journey to the bathroom. He swipes at his T-shirt on the bathroom counter-right, that's where his shirt has gone. What meets his fingers is cold porcelain, and he frowns, pulling his shirt over his head.
"Not...here? Good question...where is it?"
You drag Tobio to your room, shutting the door behind you. When he spares no time to roll into your bed, blissfully unaware, you glare at him, and remind yourself that you do, in fact, love the guy. Even if he drunkenly slapped your ass in front of everybody four hours prior, forgot about your warnings and drank much too far past his limit, and has by now, probably outed your relationship to everyone at the party, despite keeping it perfectly hidden for over a year. Unfortunately, you remind yourself once again that you indeed, do love Kageyama Tobio, so this can wait. What is important now, is catching up on lost slumber, and forcing Tobio to join you.
Crawling into bed beside him, you finally melt into his arms for the first time tonight, away from the eyes of the Karasuno volleyball team. Tobio smiles, satisfied with the way that you're relaxing against him, instead of pushing him off and smacking his head. He inhales the scent of your shampoo, slips his hands beneath your shirt to hold your bare waist. This is comfortable. You are comfortable. Better than whatever he was on at that party.
"Oh well, who cares? You probably dropped it while wrestling with Tsukishima."
"...I wrestled Tsukishima?"
author's note:
I hope this is as fun to read as it was to write and i also hope it's actually good because it's so crack that there's not really any fluff until the bonus bit at the end BUT i'll come back with some proper butterfly inducing fluff and or angst soon!! love u all!!
tags!!
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ok thank u for waiting n reading love u all see u soon bye bye
#kageyama x reader#kageyama tobio x reader#kageyama fluff#kageyama tobio fluff#kageyama tobio#haikyuu kageyama#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu crack#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu#hq crack#hq timeskip#haikyuu timeskip#hq x reader#hq kageyama#haikyuu scenario#hq imagines#hq au#hq scenarios#hq fluff
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Some kagehina from my paravolleyball au (which was commissioned by @/pj95.mp3 on insta!)
#my art#art#fanart#disabled artist#disabled art#illustration#wheelchair user#forearm crutches#hq kagehina#kagehina#haikyu#haikyuu#paravolley au#hinata shoyo#kageyama tobio#hq hinata#hq kageyama
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My piece for the hqpolyshipzine on twitter!
Had to do atskghn genshin au because really. Two of my favorite things? Muah muah
#haikyuu#kageyama tobio#miya atsumu#hinata shoyo#atsukagehina#hinakage#atsukage#kagehina#zine#their designs are fun lo#hq genshin au
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oikage vampire au where Oikawa is a vampire and is very tempted to drink Tobio's blood but also wants to feed from him for a while...and then finds out Tobio is anemic.
So, in order to keep him around as a viable source of blood, Oikawa has to make sure he's eating properly and getting enough iron and basically ends up both taking care of and subsequently caring for this stupid little human who somehow keeps forgetting to take his iron supplements.
It's annoying, but Tobio('s blood) is worth it.
#silly little idea from last year#i have anemia can you tell#i never remember to take my iron supplements#oikage#oikawa tooru#kageyama tobio#vampire au#anemia#haikyuu
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Mermay time <3
#oikage#oikawa tooru#kageyama tobio#hq#haikyuu#mer au#my art#i tried to actually apply all my art course knowledge in this one and i think it really shows ;;#I'm rly happy to see this one look so much better than my last year stuff :3#also took me forever though ugh yikes
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