#that in a pinch he sets to hinata

[theheightofdishonor]

I love reading your kagehina posts!! Sometimes I see stuff like they aren't even friends 😭 and probably drifted apart and partner in sports is different from actual friendship lmao

Thank you!

dfghhjkl yeah i've seen those claims and I firmly believe that anyone who's saying any of that needs to take reading comprehension 101. I've talked about this claim a little bit here but to reiterate, kageyama and hinata's bond- their unique connection, the meaningfulness of it, the way that they support and teach and learn from each other- is one of the core aspects of the series. Like, there were so many instances of people commenting about how special their relationship was that I made a list. This post here I think are also relevant to addressing this. (if you couldn't tell, i talk about this a lot lol. But I don't mind talking about it some more)

Point is, they mean a lot to each other. And yes, haikyuu does make a point of showing how volleyball isn't always a 1 v 1 comparison to irl and how volleyball doesn't have to mean everything to be meaningful but at the same time, that's inapplicable to hinata and kageyama because the other side of that coin is that sometimes, volleyball is everything. It could not possibly be more in your face that Kageyama and Hinata formed an instantaneous connection and became a duo to be feared like overnight because they recognized that the other person is exactly like them- someone who will give everything for volleyball, who will never give up, a person who complements them. and understands them. Kageyama's little backstory moment that changed everything (and fucked me up permanently) is that he's been waiting for (someone like) Hinata his entire life. So what if they're not be hanging out 24/7 outside of volleyball? (which they do hang out outside of matches btw later on in life, kageyama asked hinata to play beach vb with kunimi and kindaichi) They already have a mutual understanding about the importance of volleyball in their lives. Also like, even in the last chapter/panel of haikyuu literally just reiterates that for the two of them, volleyball and each other and intrinsically intertwined elements and that they intend on revolving around each other as partner/rivals for the rest of their lives.

If we're looking only at the anime, that list i linked above is entirely taken from season. Like, the the sheer weight of kageyama "i can spike, toss, etc by myself" tobio saying the words "as long as you're with me, you're invincible" like 1-2 episodes later?? This bullshit where kageyama extracts a promise from hinata to follow him to the top of the world still happens in the anime too. That bit in the first Seijoh match where Kageyama says that Oikawa's going to set to Iwaizumi, not because it's the most logical move but because he trusts him so innately that it's the most natural move to make and then going on to make the exact same set to Hinata in the same match?? The extra animated linger on Kageyama and Hinata's fingers touching as they stop the Miya's quick? Oikawa and Atsumu both saying that Kageyama's "wrapped around Hinata's finger"?

Like come on now, does this look like two people who are going to drift apart? Be for real. They're too obsessed with each other to do that.

[whenikissedthegiyuu]

Kinktober 2024

Choking w/ Sano Manjirou/Mikey

word count 1.3k

18+ mdni. fem!reader, smut, choking, jealous mikey, kinda mean mikey, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm denial, begging, mentions of fingering, set in the final timeline (we deserved more motorcycle racer mikey), pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), written in 2nd pov

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You were mad. Mikey was not a jealous or possessive man, on the contrary, he was so secure when it came to your relationship, whenever someone flirted with you he would laugh as he watched you reject them.

You were soulmates, he said once, his face and tone serious as if he truly believed it he was meant to be yours in this and every lifetime.

Yet here he was, at Takemitchi and Hinata’s wedding, making a scene because after his last race, Hanma had hugged you for a moment too long. He had been hired to take a few pictures of Mikey before and after the race, and since you became good friends in his time in Toman, you hung out with him during the race.

It had been a week. You hadn’t realized it at the time, hoping Mikey didn’t see it to avoid an unnecessary fight, but you realized throughout the week that something was bothering your boyfriend.

He had acted like he didn’t notice Hanma’s fingers lingering on your waist before completing pulling away from you. He acted like he didn’t remember the complete asshole Hanma was in all the previous timelines. He acted like he didn’t nearly bend you over his bike just so he made it clear to the taller man that you were his.

Until the wedding came. Hanma found you in the crowd when he was about to leave the party, saying goodbye to Mikey with a handshake before turning to you and engulfing you in a hug. He pulled away quicker than last weekend, however his hands still lingered on your waist as he told you how beautiful you looked.

What made him snap was the way your cheeks flushed at the compliment, as if you liked it. By some miracle Takemichi had been passing by, he grabbed Mikey just in time to prevent a scene. He managed to drag your boyfriend away before anyone noticed Hanma nearly was hauled away in an ambulance.

You caught up with them just outside the door. Watching Takemichi whispering furiously at him, Mikey glaring at him until he turned away. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh. Takemichi turned around to rejoin the party. You gently squeezed his arm as he walked by and congratulated him again on his wedding,

Mikey didn’t acknowledge that he heard you come outside. He simply paused for a moment before stomping toward his car.

The silence had you on edge. You were furious that he nearly ruined his best friend’s wedding, but at the same time you were upset that he thought you would betray him like that. He was proud, you knew he wouldn’t say anything, so you decided to speak up once you were inside the apartment and he was behind you locking the door.

“Hanma is just a friend, Mikey.” You dropped your purse on the couch, then bent down to slip your heels off. You held the straps in your hand and faced the raven haired man. “I can’t believe you were about to punch him because he said I looked pretty today. Mitsuya and Sanzu complimented me too. Were you about to punch them too?”

“It’s not the same and you damn well know it.” He snapped.

Your head spun when Mikey’s fingers curled around your throat, pushing you until your back hit the wall. You gasped as the dull pain spread on your back. You were surprised that you had to use all your strength to keep your eyes from rolling back into your skull. The grip on your shoes loosened and they fell to the floor with a thud.

“I love you, Manjirou. Not him.”

His gaze darkened. Arousal pooled between your legs as his voice deepened. “You just had to see how gorgeous you looked when you blushed, princess. You could practically see the lewd thoughts he had in that moment, how many positions he imagined you in. He didn’t even try to hide it, not even because I was standing right fucking there.”

His fingers slightly tightened and your hand darted up to wrap your fingers around his wrist. He blinked once, then looked down at your hand. His lips parted, letting out a soft breath before he let go of your neck and taking a step back. He met your gaze again, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

Oh. He thought you didn’t like it, that you were pushing him off.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so–“

You pulled him forward by his tie, reaching for his hand and pushing it beneath the slit in your dress, pressing his fingertips to the front of your panties. “Don’t be.”

His eyes darkened, his eyebrow raising in surprise. “Did you like his attention that much?”

He was taunting you. You almost got whiplash from how suddenly his demeanor changed.

You shook your head. You let go of his tie, reaching for his other hand to bring it up to your neck. “I liked this.” His fingers twitched, then he pressed down firmer.

“You like that?” His grip tightened, your eyes fluttering shut at the limited supply of oxygen. His fingers pushed your panties to the side and collected the wetness in your folds before teasing your entrance, barely dipping his fingers in. “Don’t tell me you’re this wet just from being choked?”

Your thighs pressed together and trapped his hand between them. He pulled you forward, his thumb moving to tilt your chin upwards. His lips curled into a smirk.

He bent down to throw you over his shoulder, slapping your ass before holding onto your legs as he carried you to your room. He threw you down onto the bed, watching as you bounced on the mattress before climbing beside you. He easily discarded your dress and slid down between your legs.

A choked moan escaped you when his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking the hardened nub before flicking it with his tongue. He held your thigh up, resting his head on the other. He looked up to see your head thrown back and your hands searching blindly for the back of his head. Your fingers found his hair and you gripped it tightly between them, pulling him closer.

He let you push your hips down onto his tongue, he let you set the pace to search for your climax. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around your throat, fingertips pressing into the sides until you moaned and your thighs trembled around his head.

He knew you were nearing your orgasm. Your legs struggled to stay open, your fingers dug into the back of his head, your eyes wouldn’t stay focused on his. He wanted as your mouth fell open and pulled back, making sure to keep his hand on your neck as he moved up and pushed you to lay on your back.

His fingers spread the mix of your wetness and his spit on your lower lips, then he circled your clit. You tried to reach for his wrist, to hold it still and grind against his palm, only to earn yourself a warning squeeze on your neck and a slap on your pussy. Your walls clenched and your mouth fell open.

“Please, please.” The plea fell from your lips, begging for mercy as you slowly reached for his hand again. “I just– just wanna ride your fingers, baby. You don’t have to do anything, I’ll do all the work.”

He groaned. “Did you just beg to ride my fingers, princess?”

He tapped your clit twice, then moved down to collect your wetness with his fingertips. Any punishment he wanted to inflict on you went out the window.

“Fuck, yes. Come here, sweetheart.” He was already sitting up and pulling you onto his lap, his hand disappearing between your legs again. “I want to watch you come all over my fingers.”

[educatedsimps]

— "best brother ever!" tiktok trend with hq men

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hq character x gn!reader

a/n: just some more crack filled headcanons while i churn out the rest of the requests 🫡 saw a vid of someone doing this and i was thinking of how the hq characters would react to it LOL hope you enjoyy

cw: fluff, humour, swearing oops, mild suggestiveness towards the end ?

The trend:

"Babe, come 'ere!"

Curious, your boyfriend stepped into the living room where you had your camera set up on a tripod pointing towards you. When he reached your side, you pointed at the camera and explained, "We're gonna do a tiktok trend so just stand here, okay?"

He nodded, before smiling a little and waving at the camera.

Grabbing onto his waist protectively, you spoke to the camera. "If you wanna get to him, you're gonna have to get through me first."

Then you leaned up and kissed him on the lips. He smiled into the kiss, happily kissing you back. Pulling away, you gave him a side hug and turned to the camera, dropping the bomb with a shit eating grin on your face.

"Best brother ever!!"

The reaction:

atsumu and oikawa would scream. and i mean scream. like they're in a horror movie or smth "AYO WHAT THE FUCK???" with all the dramatic facial expressions and hand gestures like bro shut up my eardrums are gonna explode 💀

tanaka, nishinoya and bokuto are the slow processors. they'd just keep smiling and would only get it right before you stop the video. he's HORRIFIED and whipping his head at you like "WHAT DID YOU SAYYY" you cannot stop laughing and poor guy's probably traumatised.

kageyama, hinata and ushijima would be confused. like "why'd you say that? i'm not your brother" or even better, "you don't have a brother" and you'll be looking at the camera like jim from the office like does he not get it ?? 😭💀

akaashi and shirabu would stand there staring at you with the most incredulous look on his face. he'd lowkey be judging you and be like "wHat..." sorry babe it's just a prank 🥰

semi would choke on his laughter and shove you away saying stfu but he'd be laughing about it and he'd probably help you post it afterwards. this man is so... HAHAHAHA i love him 😂

sakusa would also shove you away saying stfu but he's lunging to grab the phone so you can't post it (you'll still post it anyway LOL)

tsukki is all three of the above. would look at you with the MOST JUDGY face on earth before shoving you out of the camera frame saying stfu

kenma, osamu and suna would have the most DISGUSTED look on his face and you can't help but laugh at how his face is scrunched up and pinched together

kita would have the most disappointed look on his face like you'd honestly regret doing the tiktok (it's still funny tho. 10/10 would post)

iwaizumi would freeze, slowly turn to you and stare at you with the same face he made when oikawa asked him "iwa-chan, are you my mom?" HAHAHAHSJHJVF GOODBYE

daichi and suga would be like "bruh". nothing else. just pure "bruh" 😐

matsukawa, hanamaki and kuroo WOULD GO ALONG WITH IT HAHAHAHA "yeah best lil sis/bro ever" AND THEN KISS YOU ON CAMERA AGAIN, EVEN DEEPER THIS TIME 💀 then you'd collapse laughing together

tendō would turn his head, look at you with a loving smile and say "what the fuck did you just say?"

asahi would not know how to respond so he's just standing there looking between you and the camera like "huh..."

futakuchi "this ain't alabama, babe..."

extra thoughts!

after you record all that, iwaizumi and akaashi (he a freaky one 👀) will smirk, smack ur ass and say "best little sibling ever" before kissing u deep 🫶 do what you will with that information

also if tsukki was in a good mood, he'd prolly play along but in the most sarcastic way possible HAHAHA like "yeah, best little sibling ever" before kissing you out of frame lol

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[helioswritings]

“Hey,” Hinata asks you one day, as you both sit on the bed in your dorm, “have you ever been kissed?”

The sudden question startles you, causing you to raise your eyebrows at him. “Huh? What brought this on?”

He shrugs. “Eh, Atsumu talks about kissing sometimes. I’ve never done it.”

“I haven’t either.” You tell him a little quietly. It’s always been a spot of insecurity with you, your lack of experience, especially since people say college is supposed to be the perfect place to experiment and have fun.

You haven’t done any of that, and the only person you hang out with regularly is Hinata, and he’s not too keen on partying either.

“Maybe we should.” Hinata says, a bit obviously.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, okay Hinata. Let me know when you find someone, and then come back and set me up too.”

He nudges you playfully. “No, I mean maybe we should. You and I. Kiss.”

Feeling like you’re dreaming, you pinch yourself a bit, then turn to him with wide eyes when you don’t wake up. “You want to…kiss each other? Why?”

“Practice.” The tone in his voice indicates that it should’ve been obvious to you, but you’re still not convinced you haven’t been asleep or in a coma.

But on the other hand, he’s right. And practice is good, because it’s be embarrassing if you didn’t know how to kiss. No other reason.

You set your textbook down and turn your body towards Hinata. “Okay. You’re right. Lay one on me.”

“Me? Why don’t you do it?”

“It was your idea.”

“But I don’t know how!”

“Neither do I!”

It takes about ten minutes of bickering and researching on the internet for the two of you to figure out what to do. It makes you feel a little silly, looking up how to kiss, but Hinata is looking at you with a fierce determination in his eyes that only rivals the look he puts on when he’s playing volleyball.

“Okay, are you ready?”

He doesn’t really give a response, as it were, he just…kisses you. He’s not bad, if you were being honest, not that you have anything to compare it to.

The two of you kiss for what feels like ages and when you pull away, Hinata’s face is flushed.

“I think we need to do it again.” He tells you. And you agree.

***

It becomes a thing. The kissing. Every time Hinata is over, he always wants to kiss. And you don’t argue! You like it, you do. But it’s also been stirring up feelings in your chest.

You know you like Hinata, you’ve always liked Hinata. You’re of the opinion that someone would have to be an idiot to not like him. But the fact remains that you don’t know how much longer you can take all of the kissing without shaking him so hard his brain falls out of his ears.

Like now. You’re kissing and his hands are sitting very politely on your waist, occasionally twitching and causing you to laugh because it tickles. Your hands are on his cheeks. The swelling in your chest is almost painful.

You pull away from the kiss abruptly and Hinata frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“I understand for the first time. Maybe the second and third, too. But it’s been weeks since then, and we kiss almost every day.”

“I thought that’s what people who date do.” He tells you, a bit confused.

“What do you mean by that, Hinata?” You feel a bit dizzy.

“Aren’t we?”

“No! I don’t think so?”

You think back to every interaction you’ve had over the past few weeks, and more and more the pieces start clicking.

“Oh my god.”

Hinata hands you some water.

You take it, still a bit thrown. You’ve been dating him for ages.

“Can we kiss now?”

He’s lucky you don’t throw him out the window.

[blockedbykei]

pls do a pt.2 of your dad!tsukki x manager!reader fic🥺

im begggggginnnggggg you🙏🙏🧎🧎🧎

welcome to the dad!tsukki & hoshi series hehe thank u for this request <3

"hoshi, do you remember any of their names?"

she sits between kei's legs with her thumb in her mouth, despite being already four years old. your question makes her look up at you, dirty blonde hair falling down her shoulders, free from kei's horrible attempt at a ponytail. he's yet to learn.

hoshi looks at the people in front of her— hinata, kageyama, yamaguchi, yachi; the seniors unable to visit due to busy schedules. but you were more than happy to see your old classmates visit hoshi as much as they could.

"uncle yamaguchi," she babbles, pointing at him. yamaguchi beams, tears welling up at his eyes. you see tsukishima rolls his own. "why does he have green hair?"

kei hoists her up to sit her properly at his lap. she squeals, sinking deeper into him. he pulls her thumb out of her mouth and says: "because he's very– uh, colorful. he likes to color his hair."

"can i do it with crayons?" she looks up at him. you almost laugh at the way kei stammers with an answer; he was always one to have immediate sarcastic remarks, but he was only recently getting used to control them in front of his daughter.

"no, sweetheart. don't put crayons into your hair."

"why's he orange?" she points to hinata. his eyes widen, a wide smile beginning to form on his elated face. he crouches closer to little hoshi and places a hand on her head, petting her.

"i'm ginger, little tsukki! very rare."

"okay, uncle boke."

kageyama laughs, a roaring guffaw that spreads to hoshi's cheeks and, in return, makes her laugh too. kei fights the urge to laugh as well, his shoulders shaking as he gripped hoshi's shoulders a little tighter.

and you, even if it would make you laugh if it had been any one else's child, break a small smile and bend to look at hoshi.

"we can't say that word, hoshi bug." you scold softly, taking her little hand into yours. but she smiles, dimples forming at the sides of her stretched mouth.

"his name is not boke?"

a giggle slips past kei's lips. you look at him reprimandingly. "no. his name is hinata," he tells her, taking her wrists in each hand and shaking them. "you can play with him and take his money."

"what are you teaching our child, kei?"

"what about her?" hoshi looks at yachi. "auntie yachi?"

"i feel old with auntie," she murmurs, pushing her hair behind her ears. "do you wanna sit on my lap, hoshi-chan? you cute, cute babygirl?"

hoshi excitedly pushes herself off kei's lap and tackles yachi, who gladly accepts her with open arms. kei pouts, leaning back to rest his body on you as he watches her sit on yachi's thigh.

then, when she's settled, hoshi looks up at kageyama, who stares blankly down at her with a pocky in his mouth. hoshi's smile fades, her eyebrows pinching together, sinking into yachi's arms, and her bottom lip begins to wobble.

she cries.

kageyama is taken aback at the sudden emotion, confusion taking over his face at the sound of distraught wails. kei is quick to take hoshi back in his arms, rocking her and shushing her.

you look at kageyama in shock. "what'd you do?!"

"did you stare at her weird? did you glare at her? did you curse her or something?" hinata inches closer to him, his tone threatening between hoshi's sobs. kei runs her fingers through her tangled hair, placing pecks on her sweating forehead.

"i- i don't know! i just looked at her and she cried!"

"you're not cut out for kids," you sigh. hoshi begins to settle down within kei's grasp, little hiccups leaving her swollen mouth. yamaguchi passes you a milk carton that you open and hand to her that she happily took. "come here, sweetheart."

as kei carefully sets her on your lap, he turns to face kageyama with an angry look, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth twisted into a frown. "i will bully you. you hear me? i will make the rest of your career miserable."

"i don't like him," hoshi mumbles into your shirt, taking another sip at the paper straw. kei sits back on the couch and sneers at kageyama.

"we don't. he's officially banned at our house."

"kei," you reprimand. "it's probably not his fault. he just has a very unappealing face."

"unappealing is too much. scary is fine," kageyama pouts. "hoshi? can i- can i hold her and say sorry?"

"no."

"kei," you say again, warningly.

"fine." he grumbles. "hoshi, do you want to go look at him?"

hoshi peeks under your arm, looking at kageyama with one eye who gives her a probably forced, awkward smile, as his lips never tilted upwards but in a vertical line. she takes another sip, before pushing your arm off her and walking towards him.

"i'm sorry, little hoshi," kageyama bows his head. "i'll buy you as many milk as you want."

at this, hoshi beams and looks back, her hand fiddling with the end of her dress and looks at kei. "i like him, papa. can i get his money, too?"

"you can take everyone's money."

you kick at his foot. "stop spoiling her."

[haikyu-mp4]

Proud captain

word count; 801 – gn!reader, set during Yamaguchi's third year

Not usually favouring sports, you’re in the journalism club to make use of your great eye for design and writing. After watching one of your school’s volleyball team’s official games last season, you took notice of the boring brochures they handed out with the players’ information. You hadn’t yet chosen what to do for your project this semester and decided to lend your talents to making a better representation of the team’s charms and talents. What you didn’t expect to get out of the project was a date.

You received permission from their coach and captain and set up some equipment to take your photos in a room adjacent to the gym during practice. Hopefully, you can encourage them all to pose confidently. In order to not disturb their whole practice, you ask one grade to join you at a time, starting with the first-years and ending with the third-years. Good luck!

The first- and second-years were easy to hype up as if they weren’t excited enough already to go to Karasuno. All the crows gave you their best poses and you were pretty content by the time you got to the third-years.

You started with the most impatient ones, chuckling softly at how Kageyama and Hinata bickered with each other. Then Tsukishima would make a rude comment behind you and you couldn’t help but laugh even more. Overall a very good time. By the time you got to Yamaguchi, Kageyama and Hinata had gone back to practice. Yamaguchi looked nervously at his best friend, cursing him mentally when the tall blonde just barely smirked and excused himself before leaving.

“You ready, captain?” you asked, flashing him a sweet smile.

“I think so,” he said with a nervous chuckle, walking over to the spot while twiddling his thumbs. “Not that anyone will be looking at me with a team like mine,” he added under his breath. It was supposed to reflect how much he appreciated his teammates but ended up exposing how he worried about not standing out instead.

“Try to look confident.” You made a thinking face, but lifted the camera anyway, wanting to see how he posed naturally before making any assumptions.

He didn’t look that confident. Maybe he had been before, but after seeing his friends’ strong statures, the excitement slowly wore off. After a couple of shots where he admittedly looked a bit awkward, you smiled softly at him and put the camera down. However, you didn’t even get to say something before he sighed. “I want to look like the captain,” he complained, looking determined and dejected at the same time, which you found quite impressive. “Proud and level-headed.” His mind went to Daichi and Ennoshita, and how they always trusted both themselves and the team enough to be strong captains.

“But you are the captain. A very handsome captain, if my opinion matters,” you said, butterflies in your stomach as a light pink flush blended with his freckles. “You’re the best pinch server Karasuno has and one of the best they ever had from what I heard.”

“You think I’m h-handsome?” he asked, biting the inside of his lip.

“Obviously! I’ve watched some of your games, now try to imagine how it feels when you send those cool serves that totally throw off the other team. The whole crowd erupts in loud cheers and your team cheers in relief as you get them ahead one point after another.” you further encouraged him, getting fired up yourself and perhaps rambling a bit. It resulted in your cheeks flushing too, and the two of you looked at each other for a few seconds before settling into your places again and trying to get the perfect shot.

“Thank you, y/n. Let’s do this.”

In the end, you were so happy looking through all the pictures, Yamaguchi looked over your shoulder, laughing with you at the ones where you caught some of the other players in unfortunate moments. This project would be great, you could already feel it. “Your team is lucky to have you,” you cooed, noticing how he cared for each player as he gave you some notes to use for each player's profile.

Yamaguchi felt proud of his team and the pictures, it felt like an adrenaline rush. “I could help you out some other time so you have all the right information, but I need to get back to practice. Maybe we can meet for lunch tomorrow?” he asked, thriving off the adrenaline while he dared to ask you. It’s not really asking you out for a date, but it’s a start.

“That sounds amazing.”

Tsukishima couldn’t help the little smile on his face as his best friend came back to practice with a wild blush, wide smile and spring in his step. Success.

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[gainahan]

naruto driving headcanons

Naruto - definitely not licensed. debatable whether he actually knows which one is the brake pedal. as long as Sakura is alive he will not be allowed behind the wheel of a car. unknowable/10

Sasuke - also not technically licensed, but all things considered a pretty decent driver. probably started driving well before he was legally old enough to. 7.5/10

Sakura - road rage extraordinaire. swears up and down she goes the speed limit but in truth goes at minimum 10 over. “speed limit is a suggestion” more like speed limit is a challenge. at the very least she gets them where they need to go. 5.5/10

Sai - never learned to drive until he met team 7. between Naruto and Sakura’s influences, he won’t be getting licensed for at least the next 6 years. good luck/10

Shikamaru - truly cannot be arsed. if asked to drive he claims to not have a license, but he definitely does. another unknowable/10 but I like to think in a pinch he’d be pretty good at it.

Choji - reliable driver but has a tendency to be late. gets stressed out when he has more than a few passengers. 6/10

Ino - wants to be a passenger princess soo badly. unfortunately for her, she’s the best on her team. being good at driving is her curse. woefully, 10/10

Kiba - team 8’s designated driver, believe it or not. he is…not good at it, per se, but better than the rest of them. having two sets of eyes on the road tends to help. 6.5/10

Hinata - gets so stressed out she forgets how to brake. she’ll be white knuckling the wheel going 50 in a residential while her passengers pray for their lives in the backseat. -2/10 her dad’s insurance is through the roof

Shino - morally opposed to driving. he hasn’t confirmed why but the running theory is that a swarm of his bugs faceplanted into the windshield once and traumatized him. unknowable/10

Neji - doesn’t believe in right-of-way. refuses to use his mirrors. whole heartedly believes he is god’s gift to the interstate. by some miracle has never gotten into a crash, but if any of his passengers are sensible people he is banned from the wheel. 0/10

Tenten - makes Sakura’s road rage look like divinely inspired patience. honestly she’s not even mad she just enjoys it. has to be actively talked down from brake checking people. banned from the wheel 0/10

Lee - while technically a perfect driver (obeys every speed limit, never makes an illegal turn, maneuvers like butter), having him in the front seat is such an intolerable experience he’s also banned from the wheel. those unfortunate enough to have witnessed it don’t speak of their experience, but rumors involve something along the lines of a custom-made Gai inspirational quotes driving playlist. 0/10

Temari - grew up driving her brothers around. Absolutely hates it. when she’s in a car she’s got her feet up on the dashboard and always has the aux. if she were to drive again, 9.5/10

Gaara - an…extremely calm, level headed driver? side effect of RBF is that everyone is always waiting for him to snap and run someone over. he never has. probably listens to calming classical music or something while in traffic jams. 10000/10

Kankuro - I find it funny to believe he’s the actual passenger princess. unknowable/10

[shwoyo]

home. — timeskip!hinata shoyo x gn!reader

; fluff, comfort – warnings: none – wc: 895

note: inspired by a comment i saw on a tiktok vid and the comments in the vid were so ?!? link to the video (safe link /srs) I NEED TO BE CUDDLED BY HIM SO BADD rel not feyk.

shoyo was tired, to say the least. it was 8pm when their coach announced that they could go home. all he wanted to do now was lay in bed next to you, his home, his rest, his girlfriend.

once he entered your shared apartment, he immediately dropped his bag and slumped on the couch face first, sighing. he was so tired he didn't hear you enter the living room.

"shoyo?" you called out, and he looked up with a tired look. "y/n babyy, i'm so tired" he said as he pouted. "i figured. but you still need to eat dinner, yeah?" you replied, "i'm too tired; i don't think i have the energy to eat," he stated. you giggled a little as you spoke, "i get it baby, but you still need to eat your dinner; it's unhealthy if you sleep with an empty stomach. c'mere, i made pork," you said. the mention of pork immediately hooked him, and he stood up, following you to the kitchen.

he tiredly sat down as you prepared his plate. "what happened at practice today, hm? you seem extra tired." you asked as you placed his plate in front of him, "well... atsumu was in a bad mood today; no one knew why, but it affected all of us. he made bad plays, and his sets were off, leading us to cover half of his sets." shoyo continued on talking about his day while he ate the food you prepared for him, mentioning that they kept losing each set at the practice match.

minutes later, shoyo finished eating and went straight to the bedroom. you followed him, watching as he immediately laid down on the bed. "hinata, you still need to shower. you've been practicing all day," you stated. "hmfp, i'm so tired though; do i really have to?" he whined. "yes baby, you have to, you stinky," you said, giggling; he whined again.

shoyo used all his energy to pull himself out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. "do you need help?" you asked. hinata let out a hum in agreement. with that, you followed him into the bathroom. he leaned back onto the sink, eyes shutting in drowsiness. you went to the bathtub and opened the faucet, grabbing the liquid soap and pouring it in the water to create bubbles. once the bathtub was half full, you called shoyo. "get in the bathtub; its ready now. i'll go and grab a new clothes and towel," he nodded, and you went out of the bathroom.

he stripped and immediately went in the tub, sitting down facing the wall, shutting his eyes, and sighing. he was so insanely tired that he felt like he could sleep in the tub at any moment. you went back in the bathroom, putting the towel on the doorknob and placing his clothes on the sink counter. you walked closer to the bath tub where hinata was; you grabbed the shampoo, putting a pinch in your hand, and started massaging his hair. "grab the soap, shoyo, wash your body," you directed. he grabbed the soap and started scrubbing his body while you washed his hair.

"are you done? i'll wash your hair now." you asked, "yep 'm done," shoyo said tiredly. you grabbed the water ladle, scooping up a good amount of water, and carefully poured it over his hair. you repeated the same action until his hair didn't have any shampoo anymore.

you left shoyo in the bathroom so he could do the rest of his nightly routine by himself. you laid down the bed, scrolling through your phone while waiting for him. 10 minutes later, he opened the bathroom door, kneading his hair with a towel to dry it.

you admired him; 'he was so cute with his wet hair' you thought. once he felt like his hair was dry enough, he placed the towel on the doorknob of the bathroom. he went straight to the bed, hugging you as he laid down, head on your chest.

"very tired?" you asked. "super," he stated. you put down your phone on the table, then started to stroke his hair to comfort him. "mhm... you know y/n," hinata started, "yeah?" "you're the embodiment of home for me; i love you so much. thank you for taking care of me." he said, face still resting on your chest. your heart began to beat faster; you were shocked.

he always says the most unhinged things that didn't surprise you that much because, well, he's hinata. but this one; he said it for no reason, unpromptedly. that's what he really thought of you? his home? you felt like crying in tears of joy.

you let out a light chuckle before replying, "thank you, shoyo. you're my home too. i love you so much. i hope you know that." the moment felt so comfortable; you and hinata both wished that you could stay like this forever.

after a while of stroking his hair, you heard light snores—a sign that he fell asleep. you laughed lightly, careful enough not to wake him up. his words kept repeating in your head. you were so happy that the person you love is so comfortable with you, and vice versa.

you were his home, and he was your home. you were each others home; each others rest, each others solace.

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prologue: good luck, babe!

the rise and fall of a... an asshole germaphobe?? [sakusa x f!reader]

"and i cry, it's not fair / i just need a little lovin', i just need a little air" wc: 660 || next (chapter 1)

“i think we should break up.”

she doesn’t look up, focused on the video she’s watching on her phone. the phone screen is badly cracked - has been for the past few months - because she hasn’t bothered getting it replaced. she suppresses a chuckle at what is most certainly a joke. 

“ha, ha,” she says dryly. “very funny, rin.”

rintaro is silent for too long at this. much too long. her head snaps up, eyes widening as she fixes her gaze on him. his head is bowed low, refusing to make eye contact at all.

her heart feels as if it’s stopped beating in her chest. yet the only thing she can hear now is the thundering of her heartbeat in her ears. 

“rin,” she croaks, throat unbearably hoarse. “you’re not serious, are you? rin-”

“please.” he looks up at her fidgeting hands, and not even a sliver of the love she once saw in his eyes remains. “i didn't want this to become a big deal. we're just better off without each other.”

“aren't you even going to explain yourself?”

rintaro looks her right in the eyes now, gaze cold and emotionless. “you know why.”

she starts to cry. she pinches her wrist to stop the tears from flowing, but she can't help it. she doesn't want to be this emotional in front of him, not now. she barely registers the shift of the mattress under her as rin stands up and shuts the door behind his departing form.

even as her heart shatters into a million little pieces, she knows. she knows it’s been this way for the longest time, knows she’s refused to see the signs, chosen to ignore them. and this is the consequence. a stupidly messy breakup.

she's dated other guys and girls before, sure, but rin was her first serious relationship, her first real love. she moved in after three months of dating him, and lived together for about two years. laughed, cried, mourned together. even got an adorable little succulent together.

and now, just like that, it's all gone.

shoyo and yuu are there within minutes of her call. they hold her on the couch as she lets out heaving sobs. she half expects yuu to start cussing rin out, but it doesn't happen.

“please stay with us for now,” shoyo pleads.

it's all a big blur. she must have nodded, because soon enough yuu is standing at the kitchenette making a mug of hot chocolate for her while shoyo calls out from her room that it's a total mess in there. 

she sits there numbly on the couch in one of rin's oversized t-shirts, her light hiccoughing slowly dying down to nothing. yuu notices her white-knuckled hands bunched up in the fabric tightly  and tosses her one of her own - with a jolt, she realizes she hasn’t worn it in months. 

slipping the old one off and flinging it into a corner of the room, she puts on her own shirt. it's smaller. nowhere near as warm. but it's hers.

hours later the sun has set and rintaro still hasn't come back, but it doesn't matter. everything she owns is packed into three large suitcases decorated with keychains and badges from yuu’s travels. he and shoyo wait outside for her. they talk quietly, and she hates that they have to worry for her. 

she holds the succulent and takes in the apartment in silence. every photo framed, every gimmicky knickknack bought, every memory shared. they're painful reminders of what once was, and what could've been. the empty space seems to taunt her. his absence - or rather his intangible presence - mocks her. good luck getting over him, it seems to whisper.

but her friends are waiting outside for her. her friends, who have never once left her and never will. and so she turns her back on this place, turns her back on rintaro, and steps out of the apartment into the uncertain future.

author's notes:

i'll be putting yn through some things. (angst.)

yn was in the same year as hinata in karasuno high so she knows the first-years on the volleyball team

crappy ex suna!! yay!! reason for their breakup will be explained later on

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Crush Next Door - s. kiyoomi

syn. your childhood friend that you lose contact with moves next door

Ch. 9 || The Troublesome Quartet

warnings. None <3

words. 1.2k

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"Don't make me regret this," Sakusa sighs as Bokuto, Atsumu, Hinata, and Komori sit down at his dining room table. When Komori said he would find help Sakusa had a feeling it would be those three. He really just needed this to go perfectly.

"You can trust us!" Hinata beams at him while the others nod their heads.

"Yeah, we've got it under control! You can relax, Omi!" Atsumu chimes in. He pinches the bridge of his nose. Sakusa appreciated that they were willing to help him even if he hadn't said it out loud.

"Okay, I need someone to stay with me and help me set up."

"I can do that!" Atsumu is the first to raise his hand, Komori is just a second too late.

"Fine, Miya. You're going to help me set up. I need you three," he gestures to the other boys. "To take Y/N to lunch and keep her busy." He crosses his arms, the anxiety starting to get to him now that everything was coming together.

"We can do that," Komori gives him a reassuring smile and a thumbs up. The boys start to stand up from the table. "Just send me a text when we're good to come back."

"Fine." Sakusa stands from the table and looks at the time. "I don't think it'll take too long, two hours at most." He puts his phone back in his pocket. They nod and head out the door towards your home. It was a Saturday afternoon and you closed the bakery up earlier on those days so he wasn't worried about it interfering with your job. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down.

"Wow Omi, I don't think I've ever seen you this nervous." Atsumu comments with genuine worry for his friend. He places a hand on his shoulder and it helps Sakusa just a little bit. "Don't spiral, I'm sure she'll love it. You have a lot of people helping you make sure everything goes well. Just focus on setting things up." That helps more. He can focus on setting up instead of what he's going to do when you get there.

Meanwhile

The boys had gotten to your house and Komori knocked on the door. Your surprised smile when you see him makes everyone happy. You immediately pull him in for a hug. "Komori! I haven't seen you in forever! Why didn't you stop by sooner , you silly goose?" You ask as you look him over.

"Been busy, it's good to see you again. I have some friends here with me and was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch with us since we were in the neighborhood." You nod your head.

"Yeah, just let me grab my bag real quick."

"No need, I'll pay." You roll your eyes but leave without your bag anyway. You walk to a small cafe that was near the neighborhood you lived in. "So," Komori starts after the four of you sit down. "How've you been?"

"Good," you smile and finally look around at the others. "Don't be rude. Introduce me, although I think I know you," you point towards the ginger. "Hinata, right? You're friends with Kiyoko and Yachi!"

"Yeah! I'm surprised you remembered me!" Hinata gives you a kind smile.

"You look different of course, it's a good different though." You smile back.

"Well this fella is Bokuto," he points to the other man at the table who immediately perks up and gives you a smile.

"Nice to meet you! Omi talks about you a lot!"

"Speaking of," Komori starts. " Please tell me about the rings. He told me I needed to ask you." You let out a quiet laugh.

"He's still keeping that a secret?" You ask gently and lean your hand on your hand. "It's not that big of a secret really, if he hasn't told you then I'm not going to." You hum with a smile at Komori's groan.

"You guys are killing me." Komori puts his head on the table with a frown.

"Why do you like him?" Hinata chimes in. It definitely takes you for a bit of a shock that he asked so brazenly but you think for a moment.

"Because he makes me feel like I'm finally home." There's coos around the table at your comment.

"When did you realize you loved him?"

"I didn't realize for a long time," you say with a laugh. Komori has to stop himself from blurting out that it can't have taken you longer than Sakusa himself. "I can't pinpoint an exact moment. It was more a sequence of moments. Falling in love is scary but I don't know...it never felt scary with him. It felt like even if I fell that he would be there to catch me. That's so sappy, sorry." You look away embarrassed.

"No, please. We want to hear it." Komori encourages.

"I think my soul loved him long before my heart did. I've loved him since we were kids, although I don't know if I even understood what love really meant back then. There's plenty of moments I could say I realized but that wouldn't really be truthful." You play with the string of your necklace. "I've loved Kiyoomi for as long as I can remember. I think it's something that's part of me by now, I don't think there will ever be a time in my life I won't love him in some way or another."

You stop when you hear sniffles from around the table. "Oh you saps," you tease the boys as they wipe tears from their eyes.

"You really care about him." Komori is the first to speak.

"Of course, that's what you do when you give your heart to someone. He's my person. My home." You say the last part looking at the ring on your necklace. Suddenly it clicks in Komori's head what the rings are referencing.

"No, he didn't." He smiles and looks between you and the ring. "You got those before you moved because..." he trails off.

"I got them so we could always find our way home." You smile fondly as you look at the worn and slightly tattered. "It looks like it worked."

Everything had finally been set up at Sakusa's house. There was a blanket fort in the middle of his living room complete with fairy lights, he's not sure where they came from. He thinks they're from the Christmas decorations box. Atsumu had returned home to grab some of his own things, a record player among them and he surprised both of them when he owned a Frank Valli record. The slightly worn record player now sat on his coffee table, the needle pushed off to the side so it didn't play.

The lights in the room had been turned down and while Atsumu had been setting that up Sakusa had been curating the perfect bouquet to give to you. Carefully cutting and pruning the flowers. Finding the perfect wrapping paper, making sure all the meanings lined up with what he was trying to tell you.

He's not sure how the shopkeeper had managed to pick the perfect flower for his feelings all those years ago but the star of the bouquet was a singular pink camellia. Among it were white carnations, red chrysanthemums, white clovers, daisies, heliotrope, and red tulips. It was the most thought he had ever put into a bouquet before.

Atsumu gave him one final pep talk before he left the house. Sakusa had just finished putting the finishing touches on the bouquet when the doorbell rang. You were there.

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Decorations and Laughter

(Haikyuu: Ler!Hinata/Lee!Yamaguchi)

Wordcount: 925

Heya @lee-lucius!! Surprise! I was your secret santa for @squealing-santa this year! I had a ton of fun writing this and I really hope you like it!^^ I hope you had a very merry Christmas and have a happy New Year to come!!

"Oi, Yama-yama, what was that?"

Yamaguchi twitched a little at the question, eyes going wide and arms frozen in midair where he was currently standing atop a stepstool, hanging up lights over the gym door in preparation for the team's annual Christmas party, a one last hurrah for the year before winterbreak began, and a task that both he and Hinata had been assigned to work together on to prepare for.

Everything had been going well up until now. Hinata was as bouncy and energetic as ever, and Yamaguchi was fairly content to listen to him chatter while they worked. With Hinata handing him decorations and Yamaguchi himself putting them up over the door.

Yes. Everything had indeed been proceeding along smoothly up until Yamaguchi, having leaned just a bit too far, had started to lose his balance, a near disaster that his shorter teammate was thankfully quick to rectify by latching onto the brunette's sides to help steady him.

The only downside being the startled bark of laughter that escaped Yamaguchi's lips as he did so...

"U-Um.." He stammered, quickly growing flustered as he turned to look at his perplexed teammate, holding his hands out in defense as he made his way safely down from the stepstool, and embarrassed flush quickly spreading across his cheeks. "I just- that wasn't-!"

"You're ticklish?"

Hinata suddenly asked the dreaded question, realization hitting him before Yamaguchi could piece together any kind of excuse to mislead him, an excited grin spreading over the redhead's face as it seemed to dawn on him, and Yamaguchi began to panic a little as he began to advance on him.

"W-Wait... Hinata, I- We really should get back to work.. D-Daichi will scold us if he catches us goofing around like this so we should- Eeep!! Noooo!!!" Yamaguchi tried to reason, before wisely choosing to cut his losses and just run for it. Hinata was never the type to listen to logic anyway.

Much to Yamaguchi's dismay, Hinata was quick on the uptake for a chase, and he shrieked when the redhead already began to catch up with him despite his little headstart, ultimately no match for his teammate's ridiculous speed and swift reflexes.

Before long, Yamaguchi ultimately found himself cornered, having failed to dodge and escape the shorter teen as he pressed his back to the corner he had unintentionally allowed himself to be herded into, face flushing and nervous giggles already bubbling up in his throat as he held his arms out in defense.

"Jeez, you're just like my little sister! You're already laughing and I haven't even done anything yet!" Hinata giggled out genuinely, eyes bright and playful in a way that would've put him at ease any other time, but right now only served to make him even more nervous of his teammates intentions.

"Hinatahaha... Please, I don't think we should- AHAhahahaa!! Nohohoho!!" Surely enough, it turned out he was right to be nervous, as the redhead quickly lunged at him not a second later, giving Yamaguchi no time to babble out anymore protests or escuses before he was tackled to the gym floor, an embarrassingly high pitched shriek of laughter escaping him when the short middleblocker playfully began to pinch and poke up and down his sides, giggling along with him in such a way that Yamaguchi couldn't help but flush.

This was far from the first time he'd ever been tickled, of course. In fact it wasn't at all uncommon for him to find himself a victim to it amongst their teammates, especially during breaks, and sometimes, even Tsukki would go after him from time to time when it was just the two of them.

Even so, this was different from all those other times. This wasn't in a group setting, and besides Tsukki, he'd never really played one on one like this with anyone else before.

And where Tsukki was usually a lot more casual and to the point about it, Hinata seemed more than willing to make a spectacle of it, teasing and giggling along with him, jumping from spot to spot either to keep him guessing or maybe because his attention span was really just that short. He wasn't sure. All he really knew for certain is that it was definitely effective.

"Eeeeheeheeek!! Ehehe!! H-Hinatahahaaa!!" Yamaguchi whined, covering his face up in embarrassment as he kicked and rolled around on the floor while Hinata hovered over him, not allowing him to escape, but never really bothering to properly pin him in one spot either as he scribbled into his stomach cheerfully.

"What's the matter Yama~? Does it tickle?" Hinata teased, smiling down at him playful, just as bright as he did whenever he got one of Kageyama's impossible tosses, and Yamaguchi just nodded through his laughter, opting not to bother with trying to deny it.

"Eeeeehehehe!! Y-Yehehees!!" After all, practically half the school could probably hear him at this point, so what point would there be in trying to refute it now?

Speaking of people hearing him...

Sure enough, Daichi came in the building not two minutes later to scold the two of them, though, in all honesty, he had looked more amused and exasperated by their antics than anything.

Soon, after a bit of gentle chastisement for goofing off from their senior, Daichi left them to it again and the two of them got back to work.

And if there were a few playful pokes and jabs exchanged between the two of them after that? Well, maybe it was ok to play around just a little...

[flyingwargle]

no matter how many years have passed, suga will never tire of entering the sendai city gymnasium.

he still remembers the first time he stood beneath the lights, on the court with his teammates, faced against their opponents. he was overcome with nerves in that match, which affected his tosses and made them lose the first set. although they managed to turn it around and win, that match was a wake-up call that yes, he is the team’s setter, he is the conductor of their offense, and whether they win or lose depends on how effectively he utilizes his hitters.

it was a burden that he was happy to carry, as he did not stand alone on the court. even when he was relegated to the sidelines in his third year, he still held that burden as vice-captain, as a mentor for his underclassmen, as a role model for his teammates to follow.

even though he left the court for good after graduation, he still carries that responsibility, honored to do so for the rest of his life, because he knows that his underclassmen are destined for greatness in a way that he never will be.

the first day of the inter-high preliminaries falls on his birthday. last year, it coincided with the third day, where he watched his underclassmen lose to datekou after a long and hard match. his tears were not out of pity but pride, proud of how tanaka filled asahi’s role as the ace, how ennoshita became the new defense specialist after daichi, how kinoshita improved significantly as a pinch server. the dinner afterwards was not mired with frustration but determination, as the team promised him to bring home victory at the spring tournament as a belated birthday present.

this year, he enters the stands with daichi and tanaka. asahi has a major project due after the weekend, ennoshita is knees-deep in research for his kinesiology paper, and neither kinoshita nor narita could get away, either. and last suga heard of noya, he’d taken off to his first adventure in mexico.

tanaka greets his underclassmen that comprise of karasuno’s cheering squad. he introduces them to daichi and suga, their juniors bowing in respect. suga gives a wave and turns to the glance down at the court, where the referees are talking on the sidelines, few members of the press snapping photos on the side. team banners are tied along the railings, their teams huddled on the stands as they wait for their match to begin.

“who’s the new captain?” daichi asks after tanaka joins them. “yamaguchi, right?”

“i wouldn’t be surprised if he made tsukishima vice-captain,” suga adds.

“nah, it’s actually kageyama,” tanaka says. “yamaguchi texts me sometimes for advice, and whenever i about kageyama, he says that he helps with strategies and formations.”

“that’s more than my vice-captain did,” daichi drawls, shooting a look at suga. “i remember entrusting the team to a certain second-year more than my vice.”

suga huffs with a roll of his eyes. “it’s my birthday, you know. let’s save the slander for another day.” he is about to say more when the gym doors open and the first competing teams step onto the court upon a shower of applause. they’re quick to join in, breaking off to point when karasuno enters. “there they are!”

“tsukishima looks even taller,” daichi remarks. “yamaguchi looks more muscular, too.”

“hinata’s still the shortest!” suga laughs. “even though he grew so much!”

tanaka cackles. “he still looks like a first-year compared to everyone else.” were it not for his aura of a veteran emanating around him, he could still be easily mistaken as a rookie at his first official high school match.

suga watches them take their team jackets off and step onto the court to warm up, his eyes roaming their backs. yamaguchi wears the #1 jersey proudly, tall and strong. tsukishima took #3, off to the side to talk with an underclassman. hinata wears #5, standing at the end line as he waits for his turn. when the net is clear, he makes his approach, pulls his arms behind him, and jumps.

kageyama, clad in the #2 jersey, tosses the ball with lightning speed, and hinata spikes it in the blink of an eye. behind him, the cheering squad shouts, “nice kill!” and “nice toss!” daichi whistles. “their quick is as fast as ever, right, suga?”

he doesn’t reply, transfixed on kageyama. as a third-year, he exudes a much more refined aura, someone more confident in himself, his tosses, his teammates. everything about him promises that he’ll get the ball to where it needs to go, that he’ll bring his team to victory. it’s confidence that suga wishes he had in the past, in himself and his skills.

it’s not just that. kageyama leaves the net as the next team warms up, and although hinata flanks him, their juniors talk to them, anxious and nervous. he watches him comfort the one wearing the #9 jersey, and although he can’t hear what he says, it has to be reassuring. or, maybe not, because hinata’s laugh reaches him from the stands, along with, “kageyama, you never know what to say!”

soon, the teams line up to greet each other. kageyama stands beside yamaguchi, followed by tsukishima, their libero, and then hinata. suga still remembers when they first joined the team, their round faces and eyes bright with possibility, their animosity and rivalry, their teamwork and synergy. to think that he taught hinata how to receive, watching him slide across the court flawlessly after a pass. to think that he taught kageyama about teamwork, watching him high-five his hitter after he scores. to think that all his underclassmen were weak and inexperienced, to standing tall in their team jerseys.

he might not get a car for his birthday, or world peace, or anything extravagant, but to see how far his juniors have come is the best present he could ever ask for.

[alt-wannabe]

More MCSR Volleyball AU

these are a lot less detailed because I'm a lot less sure so share your thoughts with me if ya have any ideas

Poundcake is a pinch server. You know those underhand serves that go halfway up to the ceiling and are impossible to see? That's his deal. If he gets sent in to serve he can pretty easily change the tide of a game with a few service aces.

Pete is an opposite hitter. He's the strongest morale booster on the team and putting him on the court can reset the mental of an entire game (think suga from haikyuu). He always has a good read on not only where his teammates' heads are at, but also the opposition. He's not just morale though, he has an absolutely wicked cross shot.

TapL is another libero! Yes haha short joke but I also have real reasons. He's extremely good at non-traditional receives and has the dexterity to back it up (ie noya and terushima's kick receives, hinata rolling backwards to receive a powerful spike, or bokuto receiving the ball with his damn chest in MSBY). Can launch himself insanely far on a dive for a receive.

Mime is an opposite hitter. A play of his that really messes up opponents is swapping with Fein and setting for him instead of vice versa (hello house of nightmares key minigame). There's genuinely not much that he's weak at and he's known as a jack of all trades. He's a good read blocker too so his defensive ability isn't just through receives. Opponents tend to somehow miss him approaching so he's able to score a lot of points without blockers.

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໒⦂ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. reposted from wp!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, yuji terushima, atsumu + osamu miya, shigeru yahaba, keiji akaashi, shoyo hinata

gender neutral! reader

➫    𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ sleepovers with oikawa are wILD LIKE GIRL GET READY OMG —

⌗ lots of snacks and y'all would bake cookies together after running to like, walmart in pajamas

⌗ cuz you guys have sleepovers so offen you practically have clothes at each other's houses. oikawa has matching alien pajamas for y'all istg — imagine walking into the store at 10pm lookin like a bunch of dorks searchin for cookie mix-

⌗ FACIALS — girl you already know oikawa has all that good shit that just — wOrKs wOnDErs. expensive asf too, but he has money🧍‍♀️

⌗ jamming to boybands; i don't make the rules, he does😻

⌗ sleep? with all the sci-fi movies he wants to watch? honeyyy😪

⌗ cUdDLinG cuz oikawa KNOWS how to hug istg like he's so wARm AND GIRL THOSE ARMS PLEASE-

➫    𝓣𝗘𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔   𝓨𝗨𝗝𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ TIKTOKS — istg yes y'all are makin tiktoks cuz teru do b famous🤾

⌗ pictures too — terushima would prolly also try n vlog your whole sleepover for you guys to watch later and just rEmiNisCe✨ he would totally edit the whole thing too and make it bomb asf

⌗ deadass feel like yuji would bring up the idea of going on omegele to screw w ppl a lil bit —

⌗ the girls would lose their shit and tbh if i saw him, me too😐

⌗ fuck tons of soda n pizza; no sleep🤩

⌗ ngl y'all would definitely pull up on wp or tumblr n make fun of sum nsfw posts

⌗ HE DOES YOUR HAIR HXJDKSKS

➫    𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔   𝓣𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ they're kind of a packaged deal- so you get both unless you wanna sit n watch them argue for 368393 years over you😐

⌗ DUMBASSES START ARGUING OVER THE TOP BUNK HDJSKLSLSKS

⌗ you make them both sleep on the floor BAHHAHAHAHAHAHA as you should.

⌗ they have loads of gaming consoles so i can see y'all playing a couple rounds of smash maybe or pulling up on the wii to play either just dance, mk or mario party

⌗ each time atsumu loses he throws a fit n starts complaining, asking for rematches every five minutes until samu kicks him🧍‍♀️

⌗ OSAMU MAKES DINNER HXJSKSKSL

⌗ at some point after knocking out, you'll wake up to get a glass of water and that's when you catch those two hugging each other in their sleep 😶 you take pictures for the team-

➫    𝓨𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗔   𝓢𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ ahem, for my underrated crackheaded son- Y'ALL WOULD HAVE THE SOFTEST YET MOST CHAOTIC SLEEPOVER EVER

⌗ HE HAS SHIT ON EVERYONE OMG

⌗ too much tea and too little sleep

⌗ because of his horrible strategies when it comes to picking up girls, you end up giving him a few tips, he needs them-

⌗ i feel like earlier in the day, you'd end up going shopping together and take some really pretty pictures later under some flowers

⌗ you guys would totally bake toooo, cream puffs cuz you were teasing him about his hair zhsjskslldl you save some for makki🙈

⌗ deep conversations about future stuff cuz he's worried about the third years leaving and nervous; please hug him-

➫    𝓐𝗞𝗔𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜   𝓚𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ you guys would have such a relaxing sleepover omg

⌗ facials and manicures cuz boy needs to keep his own nails nice n taken care of for those smooth ass sets

⌗ i feel like akaashi would have a pool so bring a bathing suit with you🥰

⌗ i headcanon him being able to play piano tbh, he just seems like that kinda classy guy to me- but ofc really shy and maybe a pinch self conscious abt playing, so he'll reluctantly play something for you but it'll sound sooo good

⌗ deep conversations as well because yk he's mostly close with the third years and well as draining as bokuto can be, he doesn't want him to go, or konoha and the others🙁

⌗ please reassure him hdjsksk he needs it.

⌗ studio ghibli movies🥺 i feel like his favorite would be spirited away cuz the visuals and him empathizing with haku??

➫    𝓗𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔   𝓢𝗛𝗢𝗬𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ he'd probably come to your house and pick you up at the crack of mf dawn to go to morning practice with him first before going to his house😐

⌗ PORK BUNS AND LOADS OF FOOD

⌗ natsu would be home and she prolly wants sum attention🥺🥺 shoyo would get jealous of her for hogging you at some point xhsjsksls

⌗ he tries to bake with you-

⌗ he would talk your ear off all night about stuff which tbh you wouldn't mind cuz he's so mf cute and it's admirable how passionate he is about what he does and his teammates, opponents too; we stan a sweet lil birb who respects everyone💘

⌗ PLEASE PLAY DS W HIM HDSJKS HE HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO PLAY MULTIPLAYER CUZ KENMA AIN'T THERE SOOOO

⌗ he lets you sleep on his bed while he takes the floor because he wants you to be comfortable😭 love you sm sho<3

notes. honestly these could either be platonic or romantic now that i think abt it

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LEGO LOVE . . . hinata shoyo

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intro : timeskip! hinata comes home after a long day of training, having a surprise for you.

rika 💬: this may or may not be a self-insert teehee :D but i love brazil shoyo with a passion >_<

tw : none !

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"love, i'm home!" he calls, stepping inside your shared apartment. he's carrying a big bag, setting it down as he removes his shoes. you appear in the doorway, smiling. "sho! you're back early today.." you say, walking towards him and kissing him. he smiles into the kiss, wrapping his hands around your waist. you break away, sighing happily. you glance at the bag, your curiosity piquing. "what's in there?" you ask. shoyo grins, picking up the bag and handing it to you. "surprise, love."

you take the bag, peering inside of it. inside was a box of lego flowers, unopened. your eyes widened slightly, momentarily before being replaced with excitedness. "sho!! oh, you didn't have to!" you exclaim, embracing him. "i wanted to. besides, you've been talking about wanting to build this set with me for weeks." he says with amusement.

"that's true, but! you didn't have to buy it for me.." you say, sheepishly. "love, i wanted to. besides there was a lego store on the way home. and you know how much i love building lego sets with you. and on top of that, the flowers would loo really good in the living room."

"aren't you tired though? we don't have to build them tonight.." you mumble. his gaze softens, turning into one of amusement and love. he shakes his head. "i bought them cause i wanted to build them tonight. and don't you worry your pretty little head. i'm never too tired to build legos with you." he says reassuringly.

you nod, twiddling with your thumbs. "i'll go get ready and join you, okay?" he says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "mhm. what d'you wanna eat tonight?" you ask. "what about the tonkatsu from our favorite ramen place?" he replies, from the bedroom, slipping on a different shirt.

you nod again, pulling your phone out to order. once he finishes getting changed, he joins you in the living room. he takes a seat next to you, the contents of the box already laid out. "someone couldn't wait f'me, huh?" he says grinning, pinching your cheek gently. you pout, only for it to be replaced with a smile. you start to empty out the contents of the bags, pouring them neatly into their own piles.

your food arrives a little later, shoyo getting up to get it and bring it over to you. your favorite tv show is playing behind you as you start to dig in. your both sitting on the floor of your living room, lego pieces scattered, your favorite show's dialogue filling the silent space, and food in your hand. you couldn't be any happier.

you finish building the bouquet after an hour and thirty minutes, sighing tiredly. you stand up, stretching your limbs and yawning. shoyo walks over to you and pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. "i love you so much, sho..thank you for tonight.." you say softly, your tone of voice appreciative.

"i love you too. more than anything. let's clean up and go to bed, yeah?"

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Summary: Sasuke's orderly life at elite Sairiumu Academy is disrupted by the arrival of Hinata, a timid transfer student whose obvious crush on him, a young man dedicated to his craft and his current relationship, stirs unease. (Initial SasuSaku with SasuHina endgame, modern Norse myth AU, high school, angst, romance, photography, postmodern-ish fic). Rated T

LIGHTS,

BOWS, and

MISTLETOES

an entry for SasuHina Month 2024, Day 27 : Forget and Remember

(for peachy-hina, since December)

@sasuhinamonth

ffnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14369143/1/Lights-Bows-and-Mistletoes

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57030778

Part 1: Lights

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It wasn't a baseless assumption.

Sakura wanted to ride the train home that day. For a magnate's princess like her, the commuter's daily struggle was a novelty.

"Let's hit the rush hour!" she said, eyes gleaming.

Sasuke huffed. "Don't wanna. The last time I was with you during rush hour, you left me at Hashirama’s bridge in the rain, remember?" 

"Oh, come on. That was different. We're taking the train. Forgive and forget, okay?" She pinched his nose playfully. "Don't you love what we have now? Isn't this better than before?"

Sasuke thought about the apartment she got for them. She broke up with him in a fit of rage after losing at an inter-high kyudo tournament. Now they shopped together, visited convenience stores late at night, and went to school holding hands.

"What about the car?" Sasuke asked.

"Park it near the station. We'll get it tomorrow."

Sasuke nodded, impressed. "Getting street smart, are we?"

"Of course," Sakura smiled, poking him in the ribs. "Learned from the best."

"But wouldn’t it be smarter to just drive? I have a lot to do. Plus the laundry—" He didn't mention her lack of help around the house, how that meant he had to squeeze in doing house chores for the both of them amid schoolwork and his creative projects.

"Oh!" Sakura smacked her glossed lips. "Make me one of those omelet rice you made last Sunday!"

"Were you listening?" Sasuke could only sigh and protested no further.

While they waited for the train at the subway station, Sasuke passed the time by observing the other commuters, the play of light and shadow across faces, making diagnoses which club camera he'd use, which lens, and the camera settings. Then a figure briefly caught his attention—a flash of dark indigo hair that stood apart from the muted tones of the crowd.

Hinata Hyuuga.

How had she managed to track them down here?

No Sairiumu student would normally be found in subways mingling with common people.

How long does she intend to keep stalking him?

He has a girlfriend—shouldn't that deter her enough?

Does she know where they live?

He’s had the worst experience with stalkers that do and his parents didn’t even know. They left messages on his window sill and inside the flower pots on his balcony, and he always felt like he was being watched everywhere.

Suddenly, Sasuke's fight-or-flight response went haywire. His pulse quickened as questions swirled in his mind, his fingers turning cold.

"Take one like this."

Sakura's voice snapped him out of it. She embodied a sultry pose with the subtle tilt of her head towards the direction of the incoming train, her eyes appearing soft and drowsy, her lips not fully closed.

"Or perhaps this?" She adjusted her hair, fingers combing through it to the side.

Sasuke looked around but couldn't see Hinata anymore.

"What's the matter?" asked Sakura.

"Nothing."

"You looked spooked."

Sasuke shrugged. "No way."

"Well, if it's nothing, don't miss this chance. Who knows when I'll be in the mood to come down here again? Come on, take a photo." She motioned towards herself.

Sasuke pulled out his phone, adjusting for the best lighting and how shadows fell across Sakura's face as he framed the shot. While he scanned over the details in the background, she hadn’t been noticeable, blending into the bustling crowd waiting on the platform. Only when he zoomed in did he spot Hinata, partially obscured behind Sakura, her presence almost ghostly against the backdrop of the arriving subway train.

More people rushed onto the platform as the rails clattered against the weight of the incoming train. 

Sakura grabbed his phone. 

“Wait—!”

"Not bad. Needs a little editing." Sakura made a face. "Post this on your Dinsta."

"No," Sasuke answered abruptly, regretting it immediately.

"Are you saying it's ugly?" Sakura asked, irritated.

“We need to go."

He grabbed her wrist as they joined into the sweep of the crowd boarding the train. 

The doors shut, the cubicle crammed on every side. Sakura's bright, electrifying peach perfume mixed in with the various other human odors assaulted his nostrils.

"Isn't this romantic?" Sakura giggled, her body fully pressed into him.

"Too hot and too crammed is romantic now?" Sasuke smirked.

The train suddenly jerked, causing Sasuke to step back and unintentionally bump into someone behind him. When he glanced over his shoulder to apologize, he froze—it was Hinata Hyuuga. The indigo dome of her hair brushed against his scapula, faintly emanating an unexpected blueberry scent.

So that's what she smelled like... Tenderly sweet—fruity, with a hint of tartness that lulls one into lowering defenses—clean and crisp, like the freshness of morning dew on flowers when he'd camp out for landscape photos in the prairies of Mist region. The blend of natural sweetness and subtle floral notes was almost comforting in its familiarity, and he felt an immediate easing of the tension in his nerves.

It’s a well-known fact that scent influences animal perception and behavior, and Sasuke couldn’t help but think: what a sly, underhanded girl.

Did she deliberately choose this scent to disarm him?

Was it her strategy to make him perceive her as kind and harmless, despite her stalking?

He almost wanted to laugh.

He'd hate to break it to her, but such tactics wouldn't work on him. 

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