#when i say the kageyama parents are my number ones…

[ppeachybees]

UNFINISHED COMIC !! from … last year. i started a fic for this a while back too, but couldn’t figure out where to go with it. here’s just some good ol Kageyama Parents Comforting Their Child content for now

[kimbapisnotsushi]

ojiro aran headcanons bc @luminouschaotic asked me if i had thoughts (which was. a while back) but i'm out of town for two weeks in a couple days and won't be on much so i wanted to get this done before then so LET'S GO!!

aran has like spidey-sense Chaos Instincts™️ honed by years of taking care of the miyas so much so that on his first day at inarizaki he feels a tingle down his spine and turns around just in time to catch akagi michinari falling out of a tree

aran, being the kind soul that he is, goes over to help. because if there's anything the miyas have taught him it's that if you don't intervene early on there WILL be even more severe consequences down the line than if you'd just helped them in the first place

it basically goes "hi i'm ojiro what do you need me to do and how much plausible deniability can i get from this"

don't worry akagi had just been get a paper airplane bc he might be a little shit but he's a little shit with morals who cares about the environment

he didn't get the airplane the branch broke before he could

akagi tells aran that he's going to try one more time and asks aran to stand under the tree so that aran can catch him if he falls again and aran's dreading the day akagi and the twins will finally meet

i actually think it WOULD be funny if kita and akagi had been childhood friends or something previously bc a) SOMEONE had to have been akagi's handle before high school and b) it just makes sense in my head

also i think a fundamental aspect of the shiratorizawa and inarizaki rivalry that we're overlooking is reon and aran bonding

like. they get it. they know what it's like. loving a place that does not always loves you back. having a home that does not always feel like a home. it can be hard, sometimes. but if there's one thing they agree on it's that their teams ALWAYS have their backs

(lev and liam my lovelies i have NOT forgotten about you)

also this just makes the whole "aran's irrational fear is tendou satori" a thousand times funnier

since it's established that aran references older pieces of media i like to think that means he sits down with like idk his grandparents probably and they watch all kinds of things together

sometimes the only other people who get aran's references are people who ALSO sit down and watch things with their grandparents (kuroo, kageyama, kita. . . )

the haikyuu club of good grandchildren . . .

anyways so that's how kita and aran become friends!!

oh my god . . . do you guys think his sister had those small kid puppy crushes on any of his friends . . . .

my vote is akagi or the miyas do you know how funny that would be

i think a bit that akagi does with aran is saying "oh my god this is just like [insert fictional media here]" when something (usually an Event™️ involving the miyas) happens and aran going "STOP SAYING THIS IS JUST LIKE [??] AND HELP ME"

when the third years graduate aran gives gin a gift and tells him not to open it until he gets home

when gin does open it he finds a booklet titled "how to survive the miyas: a comprehensive guide by ojiro aran" and it's at least a hundred pages long

the first page is an emergency contact list with the numbers of the miyas' parents, aran's parents, and every hospital/clinic within a fifteen-mile radius

definitely prefers a real newspaper to a digital one

i think the whole of the inarizaki third years are tech-averse tbh if you took them to one of those restaurants with the little robot servers with screens for faces they'd slow blink at it like really confused cats

this sucks especially for suna bc every time he gives his phone to one of them when he wants pictures of himself with someone or something they always come out blurry or too much exposure or some shit

i think aran and oomimi go hiking with each other on the weekends and are always pestering everyone else to go with them

they win when they promise everyone, yes, we can go out for brunch and boba after

(do the twins fall into a stream while trying to cross it? yes. did they still go to brunch afterwards, sopping wet? also yes. aran doesn't think he's ever laughed harder in his life.)

[natashawritesstuff]

I hope your request are open so if u don't mind this one I was hoping to get like haikyuu boys(kageyama,oikawa,atsumu & kenma(maybe))with reader going to the doctors going to see a ultrasound of the babys?if you don't mind i love reading your stuff!have a good day!

pregnant reader x setters

cw: pregnancy stuff, vomit

2 weeks w/ Oikawa 

Oikawa holds your hair back as you throw up in the bathroom toilet. As you wipe your mouth with the napkin he had gotten for you he jokes, “so you don’t like the new recipe?”

You pant, “no, I don’t.’’

Later in the day as the two of you are cuddling on the couch you sit up quickly clutching your stomach and Oikawa looks at you concerned. 

“Baby, are you okay? Should we go to the doctor?”

“No, no, just period cramps probably.”

He paused, “speaking of when was the last time you had it?”

“What? It was….oh shit.”

***

“Congratulations,” the nurse says nervously, reading the room and seeing how you both didn’t seem to be in a celebratory mood. “I’ll give you a minute.” He excuses himself and then closes the door behind him. 

“Parents, huh?” Oikawa says and you can only nod.

“Parents,” you confirm.

“Think we’re ready?”

“Hell no, but…we’ll work it out.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, walking over to the image of your child, “we will be.”

12 weeks w/ Kageyama

“Water?” he asked. 

“Check,” you confirm. 

“Snack for the car?”

“Check,” you sing, holding up a granola bar. 

“Phone?”

“When do I ever forget my phone?” you wager and he clicks his tongue. 

“Right, you do have a problem,” he mutters. 

“Rude.”

“What’s rude is being late, so let’s get going,” he tells you, lacing your fingers together as he nearly drags you out of the apartment.

Ever since finding out you were pregnant, Kageyama, being Kageyama, has been so particular about everything it nearly causes a headache. The moment you wake up, he’s there with water and morning prenatal vitamins, and breakfast is already ready- in fact, everything you eat is already meal-prepped for you, by him, days in advance. He has notes of your favorite foods in his phone back from when you two were dating and used them to predict your cravings. Everything is taken care of and nothing is unexpected. He is seemingly prepared for anything involving the baby.

When you arrive at the office, you can see a hint of a smile fighting to form on his lips. Today is the 12-week ultrasound- aka-

“D-day,” he says, as he helps you out of the car- not that you needed it. 

Today is the day it is confirmed that you two are having a boy. Not to be confused with the day you find out, because Kageyama already knows. He says it’s a ‘dad gut feeling’ something you wouldn’t understand. He’s already ready to fill the nursery with posters of his old volleyball teams for ‘inspiration’ and has his jersey number on a onesie coming in the mail next Tuesday. Kageyama was prepared for anything. 

“And it’s a girl,” the nurse says with a smile and you feel your heart skip a beat before you look back at your husband who stared at the sonogram unblinking. 

“Really?” you ask for the two of you.

“Yes, congratulations.”

The car ride was silent, dinner was silent, everything for the next 4 hours was silent, and you were sure you broke him. It’s not until your moments before turning out the lights does he finally speak. 

“We’re having a girl,” he whispers, voice hoarse from lack of use. 

You turn your head and nod, agreeing, “yeah, baby, we’re having a girl.”

He smiles at you, and a single tear falls as he confessed, “I wasn’t prepared for that.”

His smile turns wobbly and you pull him in for a hug as he sniffles against your shirt. 

“Can we name her Tobia-”

“Baby that’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking-”

“Oh no, you have to be,” you tell him and he chuckles. 

15 weeks w/ Atsumu

You don’t learn how much of a weirdo Atsumu is until you are pregnant. You should have known something was up when he’s giggling when he serves you dinner one night and the moment you take a bite he tells you, “ya  know yer eating our child.”

You nearly spit the food out as you stare at him shocked. 

“What the hell?”

“Did I word that wrong? Our baby’s the size of a sesame seed,” he explains then gestures to your food, confused why you stopped eating. 

This continues on, for 4 weeks it was sesame, 5 poppy seeds, 6 lentils,  and so on and so on. By fifteen weeks little Miya is an apple and he’s grinning all the way through the beginning of the appointment as she spreads the gel on your stomach, which is now finally starting to show a bump.

“There’s baby,” the sonogram specialist says and Atsumu’s eyes grow wide. 

He’s speechless for a moment staring at the sonogram before he whispers, “the little apple has my nose.

“Yeah, I guess he does,” you agree before you confess, “I hope he’s just like you,” but it’s too quiet for him to hear as he can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the baby, already the apple of his eye; your little apple.

40 weeks w/ Kenma

“Hey guys,” Kenma greeted his chat as he logged onto his stream. 

Comments started flooding in and he squinted trying to read them, finally catching one, he replies, “no Y/N hasn’t given birth yet.”

“Wish I did,” you call out from the couch in the back of his room and even more comments flood in. 

Once nearly everyone in the chat is asking questions about you, Kenma sighs, sitting back realizing he’s not going to get to the game and accepts it.

How’s Y/N doing?

whens the due date

congratulations

is the nursery done?

boy or girl???

baby kenma loading!!

“Y/N’s fine, the due date passed, thank you, yes the nursery is done, baby girl,” he answers rapidly. 

Then squints again trying to catch a particular question, “I actually wanted to address this. No, you won’t be seeing baby Kenma until she understands what the internet is and can consent to being on it. I also want to keep that portion of my life private.”

how is he already such a good dad

we understand!!

will you teach her how to game off screen

Understandable, still wish we could see her though :/

Kenma leads the last comment and quickly mutes his mic and turns back to you, asking a question the chat can’t hear. After a few minutes, he unmutes and takes the framed photograph of the latest sonogram. 

“There’s baby Y/N,” he introduces your daughter to the world before he quickly takes the picture out of frame. 

Awww!

so cute 

make sure she gets some rest!!

we love you Y/N!!

baby y/n >>>>>>> baby kenma 

Kenma lightly confessing, “yeah, yeah, I like Y/N better than me too.”

hope you like it!

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˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ TROPEOLOGY for @laid-backcamp

𓆩♡𓆪 part of my lovers level — 3k follower event

𓆩♡𓆪 chosen character: daichi sawamura

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ YOUR TROPES ARE...

SOULMATE AU!

this would be especially cute in the setting of the coffee shop oml. obviously there are different types of soulmate aus but the ones i was thinking of was firstly, the type where anything you write on your body in ink appears on your soulmate's body too. this would be cute closer to the end of your coffee shop romance when he finally asks for your number, and when you give it to him, you write it on his hand then as you're both leaving, you suddenly realise that your number appeared on your hand as well, meaning that he is your soulmate 🥺 and then you could either tell him excitedly or wait for him to figure it out himself lol. another soulmate au that i think would work for the two of you is the one in which everyone sees in black and white until they first make eye-contact with their soulmate, then they can see in colour. bc for the first couple days, when both of you are checking each other out when the other one isn't looking, nothing actually happens (bc you're not making eye-contact) but after days go by, eventually the two of you coincidentally go to look at each other at the same time, then you lock eyes and the whole world brightens up and you know that you've found your person 😭

FIRST LOVE

first love as in you are both each other's first long-term relationship. but you probably didn't figure this out until like a while into the relationship, maybe 6 months. you knew he was your first love but you kinda assumed he had at least one long-term girlfriend before you, solely because of how chivalrous and patient he is. he is such a good communicator, he always says the right things to cheer you up, he's very respectful of boundries and treats your relationship as a priority. overall he is such a good boyfriend (and so attractive), you thought there was no way he hasn't had a girlfriend before. meanwhile, little did you know he was thinking the exact same about you 😭 and one day, you guys are just talking, maybe about a couple the two of you were friends with that broke up, and you off-handedly mention how lucky you are that daichi is your first ever boyfriend, opposed to some womanizing scumbag, and he's like 😱 "no way am i your first boyfriend" then he explains that you're his first too!! and once you realise that you're both each other's first, the dynamic becomes all the more sweet.

TEAM MUM AND DAD

idk if there is a proper name for this trope; it kinda relates to found family a bit but.. not quite. i think the idea of you bringing all of his friends with you to the fairs/carnivals on dates would be so cute and funny, so the trope i am referring to is how you and daichi take on almost parental roles at these events. as in you are always looking out for everyone esle and making sure they're having a good time and eating enough food/ drinking enough water so they don't pass out from heatstroke, but also not eating too much that they end up being sick on the rollercoatsers. this is especially prevalent with tanaka, nishinoya, hinata and kageyama. the rest of the team is pretty mild and would get on fine on their own, but those four.. oh no. in fact they are so chaotic they might even get other members of the team involved in their shenanigans. like nishinoya and tanaka would keep trying to peer pressure asahi into going on the scary rides, meanwhile asahi is utterly terrified, so you and daichi would have to stop them from dragging asahi into the line lol.

for @laid-backcamp: hehe i love the ideas you have for your self-ship! so creative and the two of you are just such cuties!

[c-c-cherry]

Teru fic??

EDIT?** I've actually posted the full fic that this snippet is from. You'll probably have a more fulfilling time just reading it lol --> Click!

This is a response to the little wip "challenge" I posted a little while ago. Askbox is still open for those! (there's a few I still need to answer too) :)

Sorry this took so long! I wanna say…good choice? Probably because I’m almost done writing this one and then I can move onto editing. Assuming the Area Hysteria people reading this have also read Tenacious Terrain (building on one of the memory flashes involving Ritsu but also works as a standalone fic), this one follows a similar format.

I’ve been treating it as my warm-up to get back into Mob after awhile while simultaneously trying to write for the main AH storyline. But I also think publishing this story first might help with what I want to do later between Reigen and Teru if that makes sense? I think it fills a lot of unspoken gaps that I've really wanted to explore in the hysteriaverse so I've been having a lot of fun getting into it.

I’ll shut up now — here’s a snippy!

***

The pair walked down the street just as the sun started dipping below the trees. Reigen didn’t ask if Teru's parents were waiting for him at home, and he was grateful for it.

Teru usually found himself talking endlessly when going out with Kageyama or even Ritsu, just to fill up the fact that both usually didn’t say much at all. There was no need to do that with someone like Reigen. His energy could silence a room. Teru had seen it with Claw, the way everyone turned and gave him total control back when they first got captured. 

Reigen was evidently powerful in both the psychic world and the business world, but his words alone still poked through the sharpest of swords, more than Teru’s power ever could.

“Mob and I come here if we end up working past dinner,” Reigen held the door open for him, and Teru watched as the man greeted the host as if he knew her. He took off his jacket and gestured for Teru to follow. “This booth has the best view. It’s great while it's raining, but sunny weather will do just fine.”

The man rolled up his white sleeves and sighed in content. Teru attempted to relax his shoulders and calm his heart, pretending he wasn’t having dinner with Reigen Arataka, 21st century’s greatest psychic and Teru’s new temporary boss. Thoughts about what to do with that daunting guardianship form still plagued the back of his mind but he forced himself to push it back further and look up at the approaching waiter.

“No bowl-cut today?” she asked curiously, passing out the menus, “I haven’t seen the two of you come around here in a bit.” 

“Who, Mob?” Reigen chuckled, “The kid’s got a marathon at school to run. I’ve got a few of his friends helping me out.”

Teru melted into the foam booth, letting it press up against his back as the two conversed. It had been awhile since he’d felt this cozy. He wondered if it was the ambience of this place, or Reigen’s mere presence putting him at ease.

“Before I forget,” Reigen rummaged through his briefcase once they had both ordered and pulled out his phone. “I’ll give you my number so we can keep in touch. I might need you earlier or later depending on exorcism appointments. It’ll be nice to have you filed away for when I need you this week.”

Reigen wanted his phone number? Teru stared down at his food piping hot in front of him. He wondered if Reigen would pay for this, too. Based on what Kageyama had said about him, the man would no doubt slip a few bills on the table regardless of whether Teru pulled out his card to cover his half of the bill. Reigen would probably walk him home too while he was at it. 

“Sure, I-” he stuttered, trying to find his voice. This wasn’t like him. Reigen must have known that too, despite barely knowing him at all. The man leaned over and placed his hands up defensively, his rolled sleeves slipping back down and grey jacket discarded beside him.

“Unless you think that’s overstepping. I just like to have everyone’s names on hand. If you aren’t comfortable with it, don’t worry about it. I don’t have to have you on-call all the time like I do with Mob…though it would be pretty helpful for emergency exorcisms…” 

Teru didn’t wait around to hear what else the man was saying. Reigen was so confident, so powerful, so cool, and all Teru wanted to do was impress him. 

Be reliable. He could be reliable. 

Teru pulled out his phone, flipped through his contacts and tried to find the phone number that he still hadn’t memorized after getting a new number a few months back. His father had paid for it, of course. He hadn’t seen his father’s face in years, but the man still paid for everything so long as Teru could forge his signature.

His head went back to those stupid forms in his bag. To think the school had waited this long before asking him to prove his parents’ existence outside of a signature.

“Here,” he pushed his phone over to him, pulling a grin over his face. “I’d be happy to help you out in Kageyama’s stead as much as you need.” He’d even be willing to skip school, maybe never show up at school again if it meant no one would interrogate him about his familial situation. But perhaps that was a different kind of commitment. 

Reigen smiled back, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “That was quick. Thanks a bunch, Hanaza—"

“—Teruki,” he corrected, before realizing that he’d interrupted Reigen Arataka, 21st Century’s Greatest Psychic and the only adult who had ever asked him for his number to make sure he was around and alright. “Teruki’s fine. Or Teru.”

Reigen snorted, taking his chopsticks and dipping them into his bowl. “Teruki for now. But don’t think you can just go around calling me Arataka…at least, not in front of Ritsu. Sometimes it feels like that kid is just trying to find his footing before pouncing on someone like me.” Reigen’s eyes locked onto him, suddenly serious. “You wouldn’t want to be responsible for a dead man…would you, kid?” 

“Oh,” Teru’s face surely looked stupid, the way it glowed. “No, I would never—”

“Kids these days are so dense! I’m just messing around,” the man snickered back, followed by the slurping of noodles. “Mmmh..this place never fails to amaze my taste buds after such a long day.” He banged on the table softly with his fist. “Well, eat up! Here’s to a very productive first day.”

A thought grazed Teru’s head as he tipped the bowl up to his lips. 

It was a very selfish, self-serving thought. One that accompanied a methodical plan that slowly began to form in the back of his mind. Reigen was a responsible, giving person. He was mystical, busy, a very busy man. He lived here in Seasoning City. If Teru could guess, he was almost at the age of 30—a very responsible age for a very responsible, reliable, busy man. He was a model citizen, really. He even went above and beyond to inspire others around him.

As of this moment, Teru worked alongside Reigen. He had access to his files, which probably contained most of his information if he looked around hard enough for it. Maybe this would finally get the school off his back. 

And who says the man even has to know?

[tinygumdrops]

Hey I wanted to say how much i love your fics. Kagehina is my go to pairing and your fics have a quality maybe like what one anon said abt Ghibli. I keep longing to read something like tht, a setting that steals your heart like a book cover that intrigues you and you want to be sucked into the verse. There's the melancholy to it, then a feeling akin to reading haikyuu itself. As nostalgic, refreshing and that you achieved something in life. Your Brazil shoyo is something imprinted in my heart. It's a blessing u write for kagehina. Ik u don't ship them and some anon even implied abt how annoying kghn fans were lol still I'd love to say hah but she gets their dynamics so good or yayyy she writes for kagehina. Your recent nyc fic blew my mind away. I got chills reading the last part abt hinata like YOU GET HIM. How do you nail characters WITH setting so well?? The environment we grow up in is so important to shape our views Like nyc Brazil Japan literally you are amazing! Also do you have any hc for Kageyama in Italy👀

Also if you ever right og fiction, I'm ur number one fan. You will have so many fans with your content! Sorry for long ask sjshjjshhjjj

Take care.

Hello, anon!!! And *sobs* thank you!!!! My fics are just a drop in the incredibly immense ocean of works in the fandom, but I'm glad my stories found you and resonated with you so much. It's such a huge accomplishment ;-; ;-; ;-;

AHHHH you want me to share my headcanons of Kageyama in Italy? Well, DON'T MIND IF I DO :D

Kageyama lived with Ali Roma's assistant coach (I've always liked the name Gino, so let's go with that) for his first year in Serie A to help him integrate better. Gino's eldest son moved away to Antwerp for university so he had the spare room. A portion of Kageyama's starting salary was supposed to go to Coach Gino for his living expenses, but Gino insisted for Kageyama to use that money to buy stuff for himself instead since he brought so little when he came to Italy. In return, Kageyama helped with mowing the lawn and walking the dogs and washing the dishes. Gino had two other boys, Elio (7) and Dino (6), and they took turns harassing Kageyama into playing football with them in their backyard. Kageyama usually acquiesced if they played volleyball with him afterwards.

When he became more comfortable with the language and the people, Kageyama moved out of Gino's home during his second year, much to the family's dismay. Especially Elio and Dino---they were buzzing around Kageyama like wasps when he was straightening his luggage at the doorstep ("Are you leaving us because I kept stealing your team jackets?" Dino asked mournfully. "No," Kageyama said, totally bewildered at the children's tear-streaked faces). Little did they know that Kageyama rented an apartment so comically close to their home, just three blocks away from theirs.

One time during a match against Perugia, Kageyama had this disconcerting feeling that something was wrong with his vision. He consulted with the team's doctor, who referred him to an ophthalmologist. He found out he had a mild case of myopia (nearsightedness); it wasn't serious and he didn't need any corrective lenses, but Kageyama badgered the poor doctor with questions that the consult lasted for an hour and a half. The doctor gave him an extensive list on how to prevent it from getting worse: diet, exercise, less screentime, and loads and loads of sunshine. So now, Kageyama spent most of his free time outdoors: cycling, running, mountain climbing, reading sports monthly magazines at the park, playing pick-up games with his teammates, or walking Gino's dogs around the neighborhood. Whenever Kageyama's parents called to check on him, he was always out and about. It surprised them at first; they hadn't known their son to be the outdoor-sy type, but it did put their mind at ease. Kageyama had always been noticeably more cheerful when he's under the sun.

Beat reporters found Kageyama particularly frustrating to interview, though they weren't sure if it was a matter of his personality, his nationality, him being media-trained af by the team's comms department, or all three. Talented and an exciting player on the orange court, for sure, but outside of it he rarely had anything interesting to say. Always calm, always poised, always with the cliché responses. He was once ambushed in a family restaurant by a sports podcaster who asked for his opinion about the sudden spike in female Ali Roma fans, and Kageyama answered with a cool, "Volleyball is the greatest sport in the world. I'm glad more people are realizing that now and tuning in to our games. I'm grateful for any support the sport and our team gets, wherever it's coming from". ("Gah, he's so unaffected!" the podcaster grieved. "No girls, no scandalous rendezvous, no skeevy thoughts, no openings, nada. Zero. Zilch. Like what the hell? Is he a cyborg? It's always volleyball 100%.").

But one journalist sniffed around Kageyama's early career happenings and she managed to find something that'd generate a reaction. Compare Kageyama's stats to a certain undersized Japanese player in Brazil's Superlega, and you'd find unassailable proof that Kageyama Tobio is, indeed, human ("Yeah? And how many service aces and solo blocks does he have?" Kageyama scoffed when the reporter said his longtime rival held São Paolo's team lead in kills and total swings. "Not that many, I'm sure. Not that I watch his games anyway.").

[haikyuu-boys-headcanons]

𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 - 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

hehe, i’m back at it again with one of these long ass posts but this idea’s literally been in my head all day long so here you go !! obvious nsfw warning :)

tw: this whole post is just nsfw and embarrassing to read so read at your own risk >:)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » during a super intense and loud session, his voice cracked as he asked you “does that feel goOD- good baby?” to this day, he still prays that you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own moans

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » you were riding him and he went to slap your ass, but something went wrong either because you were riding too quickly or he was shaking too much, boy ended up slapping himself in the balls. you’ve never heard that boy scream that loud in your life

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » literally pulled out in the middle of sex to get up and rush to the corner of his room to flip around his childhood teddy bears. your just laying there with your tiddies and coochie out waiting for asahi to shield the eyes of mr. wiggles

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » you two were having pretty intense shower sex until tanaka did the number one thing your not supposed to do during shower sex; this muthafucker slipped while holding you. long story short, y’all were okay but just ended up having nasty shower floor sex??

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » this tiny ass 5′2 man was unconsciously humping your leg while you were both asleep?? his presumably pleasurable wet dream had turned into a sudden nightmare when you literally had to KICK him off you to stop the humping. bad nishinoya, bad!

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » came WAYYY too early inside you, but he was too embarrassed to say anything so he just... kept going. sadly, no one had warned kageyama of the intense effects of overstimulation. he was shaking and whimpering so badly behind you to the point where you had to ask him to pull out and bring him a glass of water to calm down

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » the first time you squirted on him, he just blatantly asked you these exact few words that left you feeling mortified: “did you just piss on me?” nuh uh hinata, this water fountain ain’t yours to drown in anymore >:( 

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » kei was hitting it from the back pretty hard this time, so hard that you were suddenly... on an angle? suddenly, now you two were much closer to the floor than before. the bed ended up collapsing, yes literally collapsing due to kei’s powerful thrusts. worst part is, nobody got to finish since kei dragged you to ikea to grumpily buy a new bedframe. but hey, he bought you ikea meatballs; that shit hits so different

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » one super duper intense night, he passed out the SECOND he came. no matter how much you flicked the temple of his forehead, yamaguchi was dead asleep. you had to literally slap him awake to get him to clean up, you ain’t risking a ranky stanky UTI puthy in the morning

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » kept calling himself a sex machine during the act. i don’t know if it was due to the 6 tequila shots he had beforehand or just his inner ego revealing, whatever it was it was about to make your pussy close

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » this one time, he kept going in at a weird angle which caused you to repeatedly queef for 7 minutes straight. every time you told him to pull out and go in properly, he laughed and kept going in at that one weird angle!! was your embarrassment a turn on for him?? maybe!! but were you mortified? absolutely!!

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » i’m sorry to have to be the one to announce this, but this man had the worst case of full blown bush you’ve ever seen. like, he didn’t even try to manscape or anything at all. you ended up begging him to trim just a tiny bit because you weren’t gonna risk choking on a pube whilst your going down on him

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » rubbed your left labia thinking it was your clit. and he kept doing that. the whole. fucking. time. even when you subtly moved his fingers towards your clit, he just kept going back to the left lip.

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » had the most dry and dull dirty talk you’ve ever heard. like, it’s not even dirty talk at this point; it’s just clean talk. there’s no passion when he talks! he uses the same tone he would use for anyone else at any other moment. to paint the picture, imagine riding kunimi and he’s just there with a furrowed expression like “yup, that feels really good”

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » tried to pull one of those unexpected anal scenes that he saw from a porno, without telling you beforehand. life lesson here; if you party at shit's house, don't be surprised if shit's at the party

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » you two were looking to get a little more kinky in terms of BDSM, so kuroo watched like 30 tutorials on youtube on how to safely tie you up so you won’t fall or anything. this bitch ended up tying rope knots that were practically impossible to undo, which resulted in you hanging from the ceiling for approximately 2 hours pussy-ass naked while kuroo tried to cut you down with a kitchen knife

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » wanted to spice things up with some dirty talk, like the real nasty talk they use in pornos but not the normal pornos; the shitty company ones with horrific acting. he really ended up announcing that he was going to “fuck your fucking fanny off, you twat”

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » got super excited while he was opening the lube since he hadn’t gotten to fuck you in a WHILE, which resulted the lube leaked everywhere and a giant 6′5 man slipping and hitting his head on the bed frame. worst part is; he had to go to the ER with a hard on that refused to go away

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » speaking of boners that wouldn’t go away, let’s not forget that one time bokuto took two viagras when you texted him to come over for a special occasion. he horribly misinterpreted the ‘special occasion’ text, because he showed up to your house with a huge buldge in his pants as your parents stand before him holding anniversary cards, completely horrified

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » wanted to make valentines day sex as romantic as he could, so he did the classic lighting candles and giving roses. everything was beautiful, until he accidently knocked one of the bigger candles over during missionary. this not only caused a huge ass fire in your bedroom, but he came right as the fire began to spread. boy was debating on whether his orgasm was to die for or not

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » had a nose bleed when he was going down on you and you both were immediately horrified, you thinking it was your period and him thinking he just ate coochie blood. yet as you went to go clean up, you realized his face had much more blood on it than your coochie did. to this day, he still blames it on your period 

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » threw you onto the bed and your head went through the wall. he didn’t even bother to ask you if you were okay, he just sighed and went “well, now i have to make a call to the construction guy. excuse me” and he left you and your concussed ass head sit there once again, pussy ass naked

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » during a blowjob, he held your head down right as he was coming causing the cum to shoot up your throat and somehow pour out of your nose. by the time he pulled out, he could barely breath from laughing at you. sure, the classic ‘milk shooting out of nose’ thing was funny at first until you got a sinus infection and had to breath out of your mouth for the next three days

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » always insists having sex in the most inconvenient places?? like he would pull you to side while grocery shopping and start grinding up against you as you pick which brand of cheese would be better??

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » he kept getting frustrated that his bangs were clouding his field of vision, so he irritably grabbed a hair tie and frantically tied up the sides of his bangs while he was fucking you. you immediately burst out laughing since he looked exactly like boo from monsters inc. 

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » got so drunk that he ended up fucking the couch. like he was just there on top of you, and his dick was just sliding between the folds of the leather couch. you decided to let him finish like that

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » had a really bad reaction to one of the products he used while shaving and ended up getting super irritated down there so he kept having to pull out in-between thrusts to itch his crotch. to make things worse, you joking suggested that he looked like he had syphilis and he got so disgusted at the idea of that thought that he literally had to pull out and take a breather 

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » drizzled ‘warm’ chocolate down your chest and was about to seductively lick it off until you screamed in pain and horror as the chocolate was literally burning your skin off. osamu panicked, obviously not knowing what to do if chocolate was burning his partners skin off so he just... frantically licked it off. you still had to go to the ER afterwards to get treated for mild burns

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » didn’t know what a hymen was until the first time he tried to have sex with you. no matter how much he tried to shove his schlong in, it really just wasn’t working + “yer puss is broken”

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » pinched your nipples so fucking hard to the point where you started crying. he thoughts these were tears of pleasure until you literally had to kick him off you. but hey, he gave you ice for your sore nipples and mcdonalds! what more could a girl possibly want :)

uh the end lol

also, this idea was inspired by the first haikyuu headcanon i ever read, “awkward sex moments” by @bbytetsu <3

[quirklessidiot]

Drabble #7 : quiet nights :: all i wanna do is grow old with you. [fluff + happy angst?? + coward au series +timeskip] Warning: death Notes: i found this in my drafts and because Ive closed the account might as well post this last drabble as I start fixing my gdocs! thank u once again everyone. I thought it would be good to formally close the acc with this since I literally started it with this story lmao. thank u guys!!!! ive read the goodbye messsage and im really happy that it made me forgot the bad stuff. See you when i see you, yall stay safe and stay hydrated! TCCOGS & reign will be posted in Ao3 when I have the time i love love u guys! onestly wished i had the time management to stick around here T-T read the full story here!

The sun is gone and the wind is cool tonight as you sit next to your husband who lays quietly on his bed, it’s getting late in the evening and you know that the days are numbered. Unlike before where you could still look forward to everyday, you start to wonder if you’ll ever feel the same way again.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Your wrinkled hands are on top of his as he gives you his famous grin that he seems to never have lost even as your hairs turn grey and as the wrinkles on your skin starts to appear, he may have gone old but Miya Atsumu has never lost the youth in his eyes and it makes you fall deeper despite fifty or so years of marriage, “Ya gone awfully quiet tonight, sweetheart.” He jokes.

You both know his days are numbered.

“I’m always quiet though.”

“Talk to me. I wanna hear yer voice.”

“You always hear my voice.”

“I wanna hear it more though, night’s awfully quiet.” He grumbles, “Have the kids called?”

“Yeah, Yuuto will arrive at the morning and Youta might catch the last plane tonight from Brazil. Misaki says she’ll be here in the morning too.”

“Misaki bringin’ her stinkin’ husband too?”

You roll your eyes at your husband’s antics, your beautiful daughter had ended up marrying Kageyama Tobio’s son (the twins were very happy when they heard they’d now be in-laws with the kageyama tobio much to your husbands dismay) it definitely didn’t sit well with your husband, “Yes and the three kids. Yuuto will also bring Ren-chan too and the kids.” you smile, the thought of having all your eight grandkids in the morning as soon as you wake up would be fun.

“How about Youta? When is he ever going to bring a girl or guy or whatever home?”

“You know how he is, he got more of his playful side from you.”

Atsumu frowns, “I did not go out with a lot of women.”

“Mhm,” You mumbled, giving your husband a kiss as you fix his blanket, “Of course you didn’t.”

Atsumu mumbles something that you can’t quite catch yet he says something loud enough for you to hear next, “I did a good job, right? Even if I was gone for the first six years in the two gremlins lives?”

“They don’t even remember that part very well, all they remember was how you were the best otosan in the world.” you comfort your husband, running your hands through his grey hair, “A good ojichan, a great otosan, an even greater husband.”

You notice the twinkle in his eyes, “Damn right I should be, ya deserve the best, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” You whispered, squeezing his hand, “If I could turn back the clock, I’d definitely tell twenty-one year old me to not be afraid to take that leap.”

“I’m just happy I found my way back to ya.” he grins, “Even was able to give that middle finger to yer parents when we met them one time even though they deserved more than that.”

Back when you were in your thirties, you had accidentally ran into your mother and father on separate occasions. Atsumu was glad enough to give them both a middle finger both times despite the apologies. You never did forgive them nor did you attend their funerals when they died.

You chuckle, “I love you.”

“I love you more.” he breaths out, “I’m glad I waited, Y/N. I really am.”

“And I’m glad that I ended up with you, Atsumu.”

The days are reduced to moments though because your husband doesn’t last through the night as expected.

You feel your heart tug.

It hurts because as much as you knew where this would lead up, you already miss him so dearly.

Yet when you glance over his body once again before it's inserted into the crematorium. You see the small smile on his lips and all those memories, all those actions and affectionate warmth he has showered onto you eases the pain.

Your children’s, grandchildren, and his friends' cries are muted behind you as one thought occupies your mind, you definitely were glad that he caught you in the end.

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[stardust-darkmatter]

Different Ball Game (Karasuno Ver.)

Summary: Y/n used to be a manager for Teiko Junior High’s very own Generation of Miracles and has moved onto the world of volleyball.

Warnings: Swearing

Pairings: Platonic!Karasuno x Reader

Gender: I want to try and keep it gender neutral but my original idea was f!reader so just tell me if you spot any mistake.

Notes: It’s been over a year since I last posted but I’m back and hopefully staying.

Background Information:

You went to Teiko during your time in middle school and you had a lot of great times until they didn't. The team fell apart in a span of weeks and you could only witness it from the sidelines because nothing you said seemed to matter to them.

The only ones you keep in contact with is Kuroko and Momoi with your new phone number because they don’t want the Miracles to come and search for you after they realized their problems

You’re actually pretty calm and quiet though you can get loud when necessary.

Your parents/guardians also had been waiting to accept a job in Miyagi so it was the perfect timing. You left without many knowing and entered Karasuno as your new school which you hoped would be calmer than what Teiko had been.

NOW KARASUNO:

You joined the volleyball club as a manager because why not? You certainly weren’t running back to basketball anytime soon and volleyball was also a court sport so the environment might be similar, right?

The team was very nice to you when you joined and no you didn’t tell them that you were Teiko’s manager, they could figure it out on their own. It’s not like they couldn’t look up your name and find out that Y/n L/n has a few articles on them for being a famous manager.

Tanaka flirted with you at first but he quickly became protective of you and Kiyoko lives in slight fear because you are the best wingman/woman she has ever met and some of the tricks might work.

The other second years like you as well, they’re all pretty calm so you had respect for them. Nishinoya was chaotic as hell around you but that’s his personality so you didn’t question it and you found him kind of funny.

The third years are parents with Asahi being the shy teddy bear that makes you want to melt at times. Asahi reminds you of Murasakibara at times because of his behavior change off and on the court but they’re distinctly different so you leave it alone.

Suga is now your new mother, sorry but it’s a fact. Daichi is your dad and you have called him that, he gave you a hug.

Now, the first years. How to explain your relationship with the first years? Chaotic to say the absolute least. Tsukishima is a little rude to you at first, he probably made fun of your height, and you couldn’t understand why he and Yamaguchi were friends but you accepted it.

Hinata and Kageyama were dumb, you could fully see that but they were also genius in the art of volleyball. You made a fair trade that they properly teach you the sport and you could help them to the best of your abilities in school.

Now, realistically the search for a new manager wouldn’t happen as Karasuno is used to only having one manager at a time but with Y/n’s expertise you became Ukai’s assistant coach but the title isn’t official since you won’t get paid. Kiyoko used this as an excuse to execute her backup plan of getting another manager.

Yachi was really nervous and you found her cute and you were glad to help teach her the ropes because you never got to in the past. Momoi took care of the incoming managers to distract herself from the chaos going on so that’s all I can say about that.

THEY FIND OUT:

They found out because you were gone for two days because you had to go back to Tokyo for an interview on what each Miracle was doing about a year later and where you were going. Luckily you didn’t run into any of the Miracles while you were in Tokyo so you didn’t have a breakdown.

About a week later the interviews were published in Sports Weekly which Ukai, Kageyama, and Nishinoya typically read. You hadn’t arrived in the gym but everyone else was. Cue Nishinoya asking if anyone has seen or read the article with both Kageyama and Ukai confirming they had while the rest of the team was lost on the matter.

Kageyama and Nishinoya passed around the two magazines while the others read over it with shock. Their manager/assistant coach had been the manager of the legendary Generation of Miracles and they never told anyone? Reading your part of the interview was rather interesting.

Question: What school do you go to now?

Answer: I attend Karasuno High School In Miyagi

Question: Are you still involved in basketball.

Answer: No, I actually couldn’t force myself to join the basketball team as a manager due to personal reasons but I do currently manage the most chaotic volleyball players I know.

Question: How do you think the other Generation of Miracles have improved?

Answer: Leaps and bounds. They were always talented prodigies, with each of them attending different schools they will now be fighting their way to the Winter Cup. That in its self will be something to watch.

Needless to say the interview was longer than that but it still surprised them a great deal because that was an interesting find. None of them would have expected it but none of them should be as surprised as they were. You were an expert for a reason and now they finally understood why.

When you arrived they surrounded you with questions which was kind of overwhelming but Ukai got them to calm down for a small bit as well as back up from you.

You explained that yes it was true that you were one of Teiko’s manager’s and yes you knew the Generation of Miracles. When you explained the fall out and the events of your third year they were all rather pissed off. Not at you, never at you.

They agreed to protect you from the group of basketball prodigies that day and were absolutely stunned when you wanted to go and see a few of them play but they went with you anyway.

On the final for the Winter Cup, you were there like the rest of the fallen Miracles. When they turned on Akashi you just had to join in which was a shock because none of them have seen you since you disappeared like a year ago?

“KUROKO-KUN YOU BETTER BEAT AKASHI-SAN’S ASS OR I SWEAR I’LL FIND AWAY TO MAKE YOUR TRAINING REGIMENT WORSE YOU PHANTOM SHIT!”

One of the few times anyone has seen you like that, especially against Akashi of all people. You were yelling and you not only threatened someone but you cursed at someone, impressive.

You were so happy when Seirin won the game, you were jumping up and down as you cheered for the win, because you could see it as you looked at the Miracles. They may of changed but your boys were back. Of course you would never leave Karasuno after they brought such a chaos into your life than you thought possible.

When Karasuno came in for Spring Nationals you were excited and you weren’t expecting the Miracles to be cheering in the crowd for your team but you were more than happy with the outcome.

[icantspeakspanish]

Haikyuu x reader scenarios but those things actually happened to me and my friends

gender: gender neutral

a/n: this kind of came to my mind so I started to write this like a few months ago lol. this is also the first time writing something other than headcanons so please don’t be mean😭

Warnings: typos </3 / swearing / mentions of feeling like throwing up in atsumus part/ let me know if i need to add more :>

Masterlist

part two

Karasuno

Characters: Ryuunosuke Tanaka // Yuu Nishinoya //Chikara Ennoshita // Tobio Kageyama // Shoyo Hinata

Scenario: You, Tanaka, Nishonoya, Ennoshita Kageyama and Hinata are currently in the train. Y’all have to stay there for a longer time, so you’ve decided to put your headphones in and listen to some music. You were so zoned out that you didn’t even notice the guy who sat himself across y’all and is now asking several questions about you. He questions if you‘re single, if he can get your number, etc. Ennoshita has an awkward conversation with the guy, trying to tell him politely to leave you alone, while Tanaka and Noya are losing their SHIT. Ennoshita ends up holding both of them back, meanwhile Hinata shoots disgusted and angry looks to the stranger. Kageyama blinks confused when the guy turns to him. „Can you give me their number??“, the second years went quiet and all of them look now at Kageyama. „They don’t have one.“, the setter answers, taps you on the shoulder and gets up. He was glad that y’all have to leave the train just in time.

Nekoma

Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou

Scenario: Kuroo IS a teachers pet and no one can convince me otherwise. So when y’all get a new teacher, no matter the subject, he always starts with silly smalltalk. But no matter how much Kuroo tries, even after one week of having the women as new teacher, he just can’t break the ice. But that doesen’t mean he‘ll just give up. So when the class starts at 8AM, his hand rises, calling y’all’s teachers name out. She takes a deep breath before calling Kuroo‘s name. He smiles innocently. „What is your favorite kind of bread?“, that’s it. Your teacher loses. her. shit. She begins to yell, and your classmates are a bit glad that the class is about to start later. Kuroo and the teacher still end up as besties because it turns through an assignment out, that they watch the same tv show.

Inarizaki

Characters: Atsumu Miya

Scenario: You’re about to meet your moms new boyfriend. You’re nervous and text your best friend.

Karasuno

Scenario: You’re on vacation when a few of your teammates decided to hang out in your little house (which you’re sharing with some of your classmates). You just went up to your room to finish the talk with your parents, since they want to know what happened today, when you hear a loud noise from downstairs. You immediately open the door to see Nishinoya running up the stairs, a panicking look on his face. „MOVE!“, and then your upperclassman Sugawara slides around the corner, a black slipper in his hand. And just as you moved aside, the slipper lands and misses the libero by 2 millimeters. You don’t know what Noya did, but it was enough for Suga to stomp the stairs up and grab the slipper again.

Aoba Johsai

Scenario: your friend messages you because they think they look too straight.

(I am not saying that Oikawa is canonly bi, I just like the headcanon :))

Shiratorizawa

Characters: Satori Tendou

Scenario: I don’t think I have to explain this one😭

[ichigomis]

haikyuu boys and their random talents

what: just some talents i hc the boys have!

note: mention of the timeskip for some! also this has been stuck in my drafts for so long djfnjsfs

❊ karasuno

⤷ suga never forgets someone’s name, he usually associates them with their face or their voice! (very handy during the time skip!)

⤷ daichi can fold anything, from parkas to fitted sheets. the team definitely tested him once and asked him to fold the volleyball nets, and he did perfectly. (marie kondo found shaking in her boots)

⤷ asahi can read maps, as in he has a really good grasp of how to read those maps printed out for tourists (which i usually disregard and just use it to look at what places to go to) never gets lost when traveling.

⤷ tanaka, not really a talent but he genetically can never get brain freeze. he can chug all the slushie he wants, he's never getting it.

⤷ noya always puts the plug or usb in the right way on the first try, always.

⤷ hinata can rap really really fast. people don't usually understand what he's saying, but he gets all the words right.

⤷ kageyama can grab/pick up most anything with his toes :)

⤷ tsukki can move his ear independent from his face, though no one has caught him doing it yet.

⤷ yamaguchi can make hyper-realistic bird sounds <3

❊ seijoh

⤷ oikawa can walk in heels perfectly, he tried wearing his sister's pair one time and just loved it.

⤷ iwaizumi can twist the cherry stem into a knot using his tongue, he says its useless but oikawa believes otherwise ;)

⤷ hanamaki can whistle with his fingers, it's really really loud.

⤷ matsukawa can eat any spicy food without breaking a sweat.

⤷ kunimi can hold his breath underwater for more than a minute.

⤷ kindaichi folds the prettiest paper cranes, he once tried making a thousand but got lazy lol

❊ shiratorizawa

⤷ ushijima sings really well. he likes singing along to the songs on the radio while driving in his car or while tending to his plants.

⤷ tendou picks up on accents easily, so he can imitate different languages quite perfectly (mon français bébé!)

⤷ semi can actually bake pretty well, he especially likes baking with his younger sister.

⤷ shirabu can spin anything around his fingers but has a habit of spinning his pen around his thumb when he's focusing.

⤷ goshiki draws really well! he's been drawing ever since he was a kid and his parents still have some of his drawings up on their wall imo so cute. lately, he mostly draws on his notebooks or random pieces of paper as a hobby.

❊ nekoma

⤷ kuroo can wake up from a nap at the exact time he planned to. like when he sets an alarm for 12 minutes, he wakes up just as the alarm goes off.

⤷ kenma can sense small/weak earthquakes like he feels the vibrations (??) and can sometimes see things slightly shake

⤷ yaku can draw a perfect circle anywhere

⤷ inouka can make a cartoon-like popping sound with just his lips or sometimes pops his lips with his finger

⤷ lev never spills anything he's pouring. like he can fill a glass to the brim but nothing spills.

❊ fukurodani

⤷ bokuto is really good with google games, especially the dinosaur game! his highest score? 3,577 lol

⤷ akaashi can recognize fonts and knows them by name <3

❊ inarizaki

⤷ suna has an amazing memory like he memorized the table of elements in a day back when he was in elementary. he also memorizes some of his friends' phone numbers for some reason.

⤷ atsumu can type on his phone really really fast. one time his team decided to test him so they read off one of their books as he typed away on his phone. he sent the message just as they finished reading lol

⤷ osamu organizes the groceries in the bag better than any bagger in the store. his pet peeve is when baggers just throw in his groceries without any thought. yes samu big boxy products in the bag first, always!

⤷ kita can untangle any knot, any knot. he once spent an hour untangling a volleyball net while the rest of the team looked on at him with both curiosity and wonder.

⤷ aran can chop vegetables like the chefs on tv like he can mince, dice, brunoise, chiffonade, and julienne like a pro. *chefs kiss*

❊ ittachiyama

⤷ sakusa takes really great pictures, he knows the right angles and actually knows how to use the different settings on his phone’s camera

⤷ komori can play guitar and ukelele!! he likes learning the chords to cute songs like sunkissed !

❊ dateko

⤷ aone is really good at sudoku, he has a sudoku book at home and he solves the puzzle when he's bored

⤷ futakuchi can cry on cue also good at making people cry

⤷ koganegawa can recognize people solely by the sound of their footsteps (get it solely...)

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[oioinanami]

glimpses. (bokuto koutarou x f. reader)

word count: 2.9k

synopsis: small glimpses into your life with bokuto.

contains: fluff, everything from strangers to lovers to established relationship to married life to parents + pregnancy au

i.

Bokuto doesn’t notice you at first. You’re just one face among many in the crowd of people watching the volleyball game. But once the match is over and he sees you running towards the other team, apparently being friends with one of their setters, your hair flying behind you, eyes bright and smile even brighter, he can’t help the way his heart stumbles and his eyes widen. To him, you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, your face open and inviting, smile warm and lively. For him, it’s love at first sight - so not even Akaashi can hold him back when Bokuto asks the other team to join them for their celebratory dinner. It was just a friendly match after all, nothing more - no need for the others to be upset over having lost. To everyone’s surprise, the other team agrees, and Bokuto gets to spend the evening in your presence, somehow managing to sit beside you during dinner. You click immediately, his open and fun persona matching your own energy, even though you’re more reserved, a bit softer. That night, Bokuto makes you laugh uncontrollably for the first time, and he swears his heartbeat just flatlines. The sound is so precious he wants to bottle it up and keep it treasure for the rest of his life. By the end of the evening, he has your number saved in his phone, knowing that this night has been the beginning of something wonderful.

ii.

For your first date, you and Bokuto decide to go play laser tag. You’re on the same team, but being overexcited, Bokuto accidentally shoots you not even five minutes into the game. He apologizes over and over again, clearly mortified, but you just burst out laughing and stand on your tiptoes to brush a soft kiss against his cheek, making his heart burst and his face split into a huge smile. After that incident, he takes over the role as your personal bodyguard, dramatically sacrificing himself three times just so you don’t get shot. Thanks to his efforts, you get one of the highest rankings once the game ends, and Bokuto proudly kisses the crown of your head when he sees you placed second, yelling a “That’s my girl!” and making you blush madly.

You decide to buy some ice cream afterwards, Bokuto insisting you get all your favorite flavors because “you earned it” - his words, not yours. You shyly take his hand once you leave the store again, holding your ridiculously large ice cream cone in your other one. He gives you a soft smile, and immediately interlaces his fingers with yours before tugging you with him towards a park nearby. You lazily stroll around, quietly observing the ducks floating on the pond and dogs running around as well as the other people walking past you. Once you’ve both finished your ice cream, you decide to sit down on a bench and enjoy the last rays of sunshine, Bokuto excitedly telling you about his last volleyball match. “And you should have seen my last spike, Y/N, it was so good - Akaashi orchestrated it perfectly and-” You can’t help the soft smile spreading over your entire face, amazed at his seemingly never-ending enthusiasm and just overall cuteness. Bokuto stops mid-sentence, eyebrows lifting in slight surprise when he sees your expression.

“What-”, he asks, but then you have already leaned towards him, covering his mouth with yours. He immediately wraps both arms around you to pull you even closer to his warm body, his lips practically melting against yours. A few seconds later, his tongue pokes at your bottom lip to demand entrance, sliding into your mouth once you grant it. You only break apart when your heads begin to spin from the lack of oxygen, Bokuto pressing his forehead against yours, eyes still closed. “Please be my girlfriend, Y/N.”, he finally mumbles before opening his eyes again; they look like liquid gold in the light of the slowly setting sun, and your heart skips a beat. He’s truly just so beautiful, looking at him almost hurts. You smile and just nod once, making him exhale in obvious relief. Bokuto quickly captures your lips in yet another kiss, and you melt further into his embrace.

iii.

“Where do you want me to put this, babe?”, Bokuto huffs out, holding a giant cardboard box in his arms, the veins on his hands even more prominent than usual. You lift one eyebrow, about to reply, but Akaashi beats you to it: “Y/N literally wrote ‘kitchen’ on the box, Bokuto.” With that, he turns to you, “Honestly, sometimes I wonder how you deal with him - he can be such an airhead.” You grin and lean against the doorframe, continuing to watch Bokuto who’s just placing the last of your many, many boxes onto the kitchen counter before wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. “Yeah, but he makes up for it by being hot.”, you reply and shoot your boyfriend a playful wink. Bokuto just rolls his eyes at you and begins to pout while Akaashi makes a gagging sound. Kuroo, who’s lazing on your brand new couch, chuckles. “Leave the two lovebirds alone, Akaashi. I think it’s cute they’re still so in love.”, he says and yawns, eyes half-lidded and expression relaxed.

“Why are you even here? You didn’t even lift one finger.”, Akaashi complains and kicks Kuroo’s feet from the small coffee table. “Someone has to provide the good looks.”, the black haired man answers smoothly before giving Akaashi a feline smile. “I’m already taking care of that.”, you reply, and stick out your tongue at Kuroo when he bursts out laughing. “How about we order some food now?”, Bokuto asks before draping one arm over your shoulder, brushing his lips against your temple, “Anyone hungry?” “Ew, ’Kou, you’re sweaty.”, you immediately squeal and try to free yourself from your boyfriend’s embrace, but he just grins and hugs you even tighter. “Yes, but I’m your sweaty.”, he answers smugly, and you scrunch up your nose, letting him kiss the tip of it. “And we can always take a shower together later.”, he mumbles before giving you a quick kiss, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Other people can hear you, you know.”, Akaashi groans, and you blush, shooting Bokuto a playful dark glare. He just winks at you, and your stomach jolts, heart skipping a beat - even after years of dating, your boyfriend still has this effect on you. “I’m very hungry after slaving away all day.”, Kuroo answers, ignoring your snort, and stands up, “And I vote for pizza.” Akaashi grumbles something about ‘wanting sushi instead’ while Bokuto scrolls through the delivery app on his phone. You just smile and lean your head against his broad shoulders, still not quite believing that this is the apartment you and him get to call your home from now on. Your boyfriend gives you a small smile, and gently tucks some of your hair behind your ear before murmuring a soft “Welcome home, babe” under his breath, his golden eyes darting from yours to your hand resting on his broad chest just above his heart and back again.

He knows that someday soon, your finger will have a ring on it.

iv.

Bokuto can’t help but cry when he sees you walking down the aisle and towards him, dressed in all white, a happy and soft smile on your face, hands nervously clutching a small bouquet of different colored roses. Somehow, he manages to say his vows even though he’s pretty much sobbing by now, and you can’t help but giggle at your fiancé - no, husband now -, gently clutching his damp cheeks between your hands when you are finally allowed to kiss and seal the vow that will keep you bonded forever. “Be glad I’m the one wearing mascara or else you’d look like a panda right now.”, you mumble against his lips when you break apart again, your friends and families cheering loudly, and your husband breaks into a bright grin. “I’d be the cutest panda ever though.”, he replies smugly, and you laugh, before letting him literally sweep you off your feet and carry you towards the reception hall, the cheers around you still not dying down and making you both laugh in glee.

You’re ready to burst with happiness when Bokuto’s beautiful golden eyes lock with yours, his smile just genuinely proud and happy. “I love you so much, my lovely and wonderful wife. Thank you for making me the happiest man by marrying me today.”, he whispers against your lips before kissing you deeply. You smile into the kiss, and tangle your fingers in his dark hair, its tips that beautiful silvery color you adore so much. “I love you too, my handsome and amazing husband.”, you reply in a hushed voice once you break apart, and Bokuto smiles, eyes beginning to water again.

“LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!”, Kuroo yells loudly when he enters the hall behind you, and claps Bokuto on his back before sweeping you up into a warm embrace, “I’m so happy for you guys! Who would have thought that you’d be the first one to tie the knot, ‘Kou? Out of all of us, I was totally betting on Akaashi to marry first.” Akaashi just playfully punches Kuroo’s arm before hugging both you and Bokuto, congratulating you quietly. His eyes are slightly red, but you decide to let it slide for now and to just tease him about it later. Your husband just laughs and ruffles his best friend’s hair before happily accepting the good wishes and hugs from the rest of your friends and families.

During your first dance, everyone can clearly see just how happy you two are, your eyes never leaving the other’s face, smiles soft and content; you‘re both just radiating pure bliss.

“Wanna bet who’ll end up the drunkest tonight? I’m saying it’ll be Hinata.”, you murmur shortly before the song ends, and Bokuto huffs out a laugh, “Nah, it’ll be Kageyama, for sure.” You grin, eyes twinkling mischievously. “Loser has to write all the thank you cards?“ “Bet.”, your husband just answers, and nuzzles your nose, his heart almost bursting with happiness.

v.

“Shhh, Daaaaddy, wake up!”

Bokuto groans and tiredly rubs his face, yelping when he sees the face of his four year old hover directly above him, wide eyes glinting in the dimly lit room. “What?”, he murmurs, mind still groggy, and his son bounces on his chest, making Bokuto groan again. “Little owl, you should be asleep! It’s still very early.”, he mumbles as quietly as possible, voice heavy with sleep. His eyes slide to your still sleeping figure beside him before hugging his son close, nuzzling his nose. “Just because you were named after the sunlight doesn’t mean you have to be awake as soon as it creeps over the horizon.” Haru gives him a mischievous yet sweet grin, looking very much like you in that second even though he has his father’s dark hair and golden eyes, before clutching Bokuto’s face between his chubby hands. “I’m hungry!”, he then whines, bottom lip wobbling dangerously, and Bokuto quickly sweeps the boy up into his arms, tiptoeing out of the dark bedroom.

“Then let’s go make some breakfast without waking mommy, okay?”, he murmurs in a hushed voice after having closed the bedroom door behind him, and Haru nuzzles closer to his father’s chest, seeking more warmth. “Okay.”, his son answers, voice sleepy all of the sudden. Bokuto just chuckles, quickly grabbing a blanket from Haru’s room and wrapping it around his son’s tiny body. After entering the kitchen, he gently places Haru on a chair before beginning to shuffle through the kitchen cabinets. “Waffles sound good?”, Bokuto asks after having found all the necessary ingredients, looking over his shoulder and at his son who just nods excitedly, suddenly much more awake after having heard the word ‘waffles’.

You find yourself alone in bed, fingers searching for your husband’s warm body that should rest beside you. Surprised to find his side of the bed empty, you open your eyes and blink a few times, the sleep tugging at your lashes making them unbelievably heavy. You sigh, and carefully roll over to get up, your steadily growing belly making it harder by the day. You shiver when your bare feet touch the cold floor, and quickly grab one of Bokuto’s hoodies, carelessly discarded on top of the rocking chair in the corner of the room. You inhale deeply while slipping it over your head, Bokuto’s scent still clinging to the fabric and filling your nose. He always smells like home, and you can’t help but smile before opening the door, being greeted by your husband’s low voice and your son’s much higher one. Your heart swells while you listen to their conversation for a few seconds; Haru is apparently in the middle of explaining why waffles are superior to pancakes, Bokuto just making soft “Oohs” and “Ahhs” in between while shuffling around the kitchen. You creep closer, and lean against the doorframe, taking in the scene in front of you. Haru is sitting at the table, a glass of juice in front of him while he bounces his favorite plushie, an owl and a gift from Akaashi, on his lap, still babbling about the superiority of waffles. Your husband is standing in front of the stove, his hair sticking up in different directions, only clad in soft pyjama pants, the muscles on his broad back rippling while he mixes the batter. You sigh softly, and gently cup the swell of your belly while smiling at your little family, soon to be four.

As soon as he hears you behind him, your son’s head snaps around and he squeals a happy “Mommy!” before jumping down from his chair and running to you for a hug. You laugh and bend down to ruffle his soft hair, silky like his father’s. “Good morning, my darling. Did you wake your daddy again?”, you ask, voice gentle but slightly reprimanding. Haru looks up, guilt written all over his face, his bottom lip protruding a bit. He truly just looks like an exact copy of his father, and you can’t help but smile even wider. “No, he was already awake.”, your son tries to lie, but the second you lift one eyebrow, he scrambles to add “After I bounced on his chest.” You grin. “That’s what I thought.” You crouch down low and give Haru a semi stern look. “You know that your daddy needs his sleep, right? He goes to bed much later than you, so he needs to sleep longer.” Haru nods, golden eyes filled with a silent apology, and you quickly clutch his small face between your hands to pepper kisses all over his cheeks, forehead and nose, making him giggle and squirm in your embrace. Once you’re done, you try to stand up again, groaning while doing so. Lately, your back has begun to hurt slightly, all thanks to your growing belly. Bokuto is quick to help you up, his large, warm hands cupping your elbows while he gives you a silent look of disapproval, worry dancing in his golden eyes. “You need to be more careful, babe.”, he murmurs, but you just give him a dismissive wave of your hand. “This is the second child I’m bearing, ace, so I think I know what I’m doing.”, you reply, and your husband can’t help but smile a bit bashfully at your nickname for him - he just loves when you call him your ace. “I guess that’s true. You’re truly my Wonder Woman.”, he says proudly before leaning down for his good morning kiss. You quickly melt your lips against his, and he sighs happily, wrapping both arms around you. “Eww.”, your son screams before making a gagging sound, and you pull back from your husband to press one hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter.

“I feel like we shouldn’t allow Akaashi to babysit him anymore.”, you fake-whisper to your husband, “He’s becoming too much like him.” Bokuto just nods before giving his son a playful look of displeasure. “Noooo, I LOVE UNCLE SHI THE MOSTEST!”, Haru immediately whines, hitting his tiny fists against his father’s thick thigh, “Please, daddy! I want uncle Shi!” Bokuto just huffs out a laugh and lifts Haru up into his arms, tickling his sides. “Of course, you know we love Uncle Shi the mostest too. Don’t tell Uncle Kuroo though.”, he whispers and kisses Haru’s cheeks, loud mwah noise included. That seems to calm your son immediately, and he finally relaxes into his father’s embrace, his tiny head now resting on Bokuto’s broad shoulders. You lean against your husband as well, and nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, sighing contently. “But I love Uncle Kuroo too. He says I’m going to be the best volleyball player one day, just like daddy is!”, Haru mumbles sleepily, and you smile softly, brushing his dark hair out of his sweet face. “Of course, you can be anything you want, my darling boy.”, you reply softly, and lift your head to smile at your husband. Bokuto returns it quietly before capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. “I love you both so much.”, he murmurs when you break apart again, and you nuzzle his nose. “Me too.”, you answer before looking back at your son who has fallen asleep again, “Let’s go back to bed. We can have waffles later.” Bokuto just nods, and clutches his tiny boy a bit tighter in his arms before intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling you back towards the bedroom for some family cuddles.

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[rintarous]

fuckboy!osamu

[ masterlist ]

kageyama | kita | suna | tendou

oh everyone already knows

him and his brother are notorious for their reputation of being the school resident pretty boys

it was inevitable

he had the looks and everything else u dont have

and not to mention he’s a jock or a volleyball player lmao

bonus points: he can cook

so its safe to assume he knows how to win any woman’s heart

or the entire school population

like he got everyone by the palm of his hand

in all seriousness he did this whole fuckboy act as big joke

cs he wanted to mock his brother for doing this shit so seriously like its his job to be a fuckboy

osamu: are you doing this to pay rent?

atsumu: wha? what rent? we live with our parents??????

he even wonders why atsumu wont give the same energy to his studies and shit

“why don’t you have the same energy when doing your school works ‘tsumu?” he casually brings up as he was doing his homework unlike his brother who’s busy texting 5 different people at the same time

“fuck off ‘samu” his brother grumbles from his bunk (bottom bunk)

and now he’s stuck with all these little to no good people just wanting to fuck him for practically nothing  

so he gotta keep this act of being suave and shit but if you looked more closer in his eyes,,,, 

hes showing signs that he wants to fucking die 

literally and figuratively 

like he just wants to eat his food and go

without being mobbed by people

occasionally he’ll see someone cute and pretty and thats it

but a fuckboy gotta do what they gotta do yk??

by that i mean take them out on small dates

cs he doesnt see the point in fucking them

and like i said before, he doesn’t even take his reputation seriously lol

so in all fairness, he’d just take that “fling” out on dates and shit 

and then he lets the fling do its thing by falling for him 

and BAM!! he’s done w you

“next fling please” he laughs to himself, as if his flings are just some receipt you get from eating at a restaurant 

but all the fuckboy-ery of his ended when he began to take notice of you

like he noticed your lunch box had different fillings everyday

making his mouth water out of envy

like how??? do??? you?? make?? those?? weird??? looking?? shrimp?? look?? so?? appetizing????

anyway so,

obviously you knew about the miya twins’ reputation

you must be living under a rock if you didnt know who they were

but you being you, u just focused on making your lunch tasting good instead of drooling over those mediocre lookin dudes if you say so yourself

what you didn’t know is that you caught no other than miya osamu’s attention

JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKIN BENTO BOXES LMFAOOOOO

one day osamu casually slid in your table looking at you with wide eyes

“hey” osamu greets politely

“at least this twin has manners” you thought to yourself as you stared right back at him in confusion

“did you need something from me?” you raised a brow at the grey haired boy

osamu shakes his head and points to your bento box of the day

“those look good. i want to try some” he says boldly, mouth watering staring at the golden brown tempura 

“sure” you pushed your bento box near him and he started eating

and boi i think he just fell in love with you on the spot

“A GIRL WHO CAN COOK?????” was basically the thought that was running in his head the entire time

so after that amazing lunch he had with you, he knew he had to get your contact so y’all can text each other abt recipes and what not

“hey this shit was amazing and i want to get your number so you can text me what your lunch is for the day so i can come up with something that could counter yours if thats okay?” osamu asked with his mouth full

“hey don’t talk with your mouth is full” you scold him playfully, grabbing your hanky and wiping those stray rice on the corner of his lips

OKAY OSAMU’S HEART RATE JUST WENT: ASHADKJAHAJK 

!!!!!!!!!!!!

so a few days pass by and y’all were just non stop texting each other food related shit

“hey wyd” - u

 “cooking onigiris, hbu?” - osamu

“OOH SHOW ME” - u

and y’all be having a blast doe cs osamu was actually rlly funny?? 

like his dry humor was top notch and made you choke in front of him too many times for him to count

and osamu was just dreamily staring at you while you almost die right in front of him like: mhmmmm thats my girl

wait

MY GIRL??????

yeah so at this point osamu got the hots for u bae 

like u’re all he thinks about

with the exception of food of course

i mean how could he not??

you can cook, you look pretty, you take his sarcasm to the next level and reply with something even more sarcastic?? all in one

and he was trying to think of a way to ask you out on a date but only one thing came to mind 

and that was to take a italian cuisine cooking class

LFMAOSJDISAJDAO

“oh yeah before i forget, i booked us to this italian cooking class i saw on the way home yesterday” 

and your eyes sparkles cs you absolutely love learning new recipes 

“omg??? i’m so excited!!” you giggled, feeling giddy

and osamu again,, just smiles dreamily staring at you 

but that had to be ruined by the school bell ringing meaning lunch was over :(((

“have to go now ‘samu. i’ll see you around” you waved goodbye to him as you rush to your next class

so the day finally comes

he picks you up at your house just like planned and before you know it you’ve arrived at the italian cooking class 

so it starts kinda slow like learning the basics and shit

and finally the good part, the part y’all make pasta

you two were having a blast on this lil class

like osamu making pasta puns here and there as you knead the dough

and thats where you start noticing how,,, c*te osamu is like,, was he always this playful?? 

“hey y/n?” osamu calls out

“yeah?” you turned your head to face him

“i’m feeling a little saucy” he wiggles his eyebrows making you burst out laughing

“You are tortellini awesome, ‘samu” you managed to hiccup in between laughs

making osamu smile so widely to the point his cheeks hurt

“This is pastably the worst pasta pun i’ve ever heard!” osamu points out

at this point you two were hysterical 

it was just too... punny ;) 

“I’m so gnocchi to have you” osamu suddenly quips up

“how so?” you smiled, while stirring the pot

“You are tortellini beautiful” he compliments, stroking a finger on your cheek making you blush intently

“how ramentic” you coo, giving him a kiss on the cheek

“Holy Cannelloni!“ osamu gasps, cupping the cheek you kissed

“i’m guessing this whole class was just a date to ask me out?” you chuckled, fixing up your dish

now it was osamu’s turn to blush

“That is tortellini accurate.“ 

[yandere-sins]

Yandere Kageyama please! Maybe he is the leader of the Mafia or a Gang leader?

Now this is very farfetched, but yandere!yakuza!Kageyama? Hot. Didn’t make him the leader in case I want to write more for that AU. It wouldn’t make sense if he was a leader yet in the long run.

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Dealing with other people had never been your strong point.

It wasn’t like you lacked social skills, and you had a few friends to prove that. However, you just weren’t good at negotiations or lying. Being in a tense conversation always made you nervous, as did having to stand your ground and not be a push-over. Then again, you probably would have made it through your life just fine if not for that one mistake.

You cursed your ‘best friend’ quietly under your breath as you walked the long hallways. Feet on wood made those full, echoing sound of steps, letting you know that this was real wooden flooring, only the best of the best and expensive as hell. Things that could be bought when one lends out money and then asked for more and more back.

At the same time, you had to curse yourself too. How stupid had you been to co-sign a contract you hadn’t even read?! Who did this in this day and age, just blindly believing that you weren’t just selling off your soul to someone else’s cause? Of course, no one expected your friend to bail the moment his brilliant idea of a business got ruined, leaving him deep in debt. Still, now it was your responsibility to pay back the money you never even possessed in your whole life.

Anyone would have been nervous, wringing their hands as they got escorted through the traditional mansion. From afar, you heard calm, serene deer scares clicking and water flowing into a pond. Everything seemed so perfect.

Perfect enough to hide a lot of secrets.

Only the person who had greeted you, a tiny, young man with very noticeable orange hair, seemed as if he had no care in the world. He hummed happily, occasionally throwing a glance over his shoulder to make sure you were still following, before moving forward in what could be best described as carefree jumps.

“It’ll be alright,” he hummed, after watching your wringing hands. You managed a faint smile, wanting to believe him but finding it hard to after having done your research. This wasn’t just a loan shark facility. The Karasuno clan wasn’t just men in suits with more papers than words. They were the kind of people you didn’t want to pick a fight with, the ones you’d avoid at night. The ones really desperate people would go to for help when the government refused them. The ones your best friend thought he could trust after every bank denied him a loan.

And now it was all on you to meet these people, anxiety or not.

You were led into a nice tatami room, with only one table and two seating pillows filling it. A waste of living space, but it sure left an impression. To be able to afford a mansion so big to have an almost empty conference room in it surely was something to look in awe upon.

“Kageyama will be with you in a bit. Make yourself at home!” your guide chimed, grinning widely before he shut the door behind you. Now, you were all on your own, and you shifted your weight on your feet for a while before deciding to sit down. Just standing around would be very rude, too, right? The last thing you wanted to make was a bad impression, even though that meant you had nothing to get your mind off until it was time to meet that Kageyama-guy.

Meaning, the moment the sliding door flew open, you jumped hard, having been in your thoughts for just a minute too long. “[Name]?” the person who entered asked, and you stuttered a quick, “Y-Yeah?” back. He nodded approvingly before walking over, taking the seat across from you, and you began to wonder if you were sitting on the right side of the table or if there were any rules for that.

“I’m Tobio Kageyama, thank you for coming,” he introduced himself, reaching inside the jacket of his black suit - matching the dark tuft of hair he had perfectly. For a second, you thought those were the last words you’d hear before he pulled a gun on you, but instead, he made a letter appear, as well as an expensive-looking pen.

“This is your signature, correct?” He unfolded the paper for you to see, pointing at the bottom where he had it black ink on white paper, your very own signature. “Yes...” you mumbled, slowly curling into yourself. “Alright, did you have any contact with the person who took out the loan lately? We’ve been trying to find them, but if we can’t, that would mean that you need to pay--”

“I don’t have the money.”

Whatever had ridden you to interrupt him like this vanished with the little bit of confidence you had left. You felt sweat collect on your forehead, and you were too afraid to look up at him, while Kageyama’s mouth hung open, in the middle of saying something. Closing it, he looked at the table, followed by some taps on the wooden surface.

“Do we... do we know each other?” he asked suddenly, catching you off-guard. But he managed to draw your attention again, eyes flitting up to look at his face. “I- I’m not sure, do we?”

“Second year of high school, I think I sat a few rows behind you.”

Blinking, you could barely believe what you were hearing. “Huh, you were? I’m sorry... I must have forgotten... Or wait, you were really into volleyball back then, right?”

A smile crossed his face, nothing you would have described as sincere, but it seemed like a well-meant try. Still, you felt a bit of relief ease the tension in your shoulders, despite not exactly being safe even now. “I’m glad you remembered. I just noticed.”

Clearing his throat, he looked back down at the paper again, pointing his pen towards a large number with a lot of zeroes, making you shift your attention. “See, the problem is that this was my first deal with someone from outside the organization, and I’d absolutely hate to sit on this kind of money. You understand that, right? I eventually have to give it back to my bosses, and for that, it would be really bad for me to not have it, right?”

“I understand...” you mumbled, gulping at the big sum he was talking about. “But I really don’t have it! If I could, I would give it to you right away, but there’s no way for me to pay it back anytime soon.”

Kageyama watched you intently, time passed painfully slow. Something about his unblinking stare was unsettling, but you figured he might just be thinking right now, and instead removed your eyes from him shamefully. It was your fault, and you’d do the right thing if you could to make up for it, but as you were, there was no way to do so.

“I believe you,” he eventually agreed, pulling the paper off the table and back into the pocket inside of his jacket. “So here’s what we will do instead.”

Reaching into the opposite side from where he had just put the document into - and you were almost a hundred percent sure that this was your death sentence now and he’d pull a gun - he produced a silken, deep black, and long piece of fabric. “For as long as the debt isn’t paid, you’ll work for me. There is a lot to do, and you’ll not complain nor search for outside help while you work here. I hope you understand that if you can’t pay back what you owe, we will have to find other people in your surroundings to help you; your family, for example.”

Holding out the piece of fabric towards you, Kageyama leaned forward over the table. “I only do that because we have past together, [Name]. I’d hate if there was something happening to someone I know just because one more asshole runs away from their responsibilities. I can help you, and this is a good option, believe me. No harm will come to you or anyone else this way.”

The offer sounded reasonable enough, despite you not missing the bad notions in it that he so carefully threaded into his words. In the end, even if you knew each other, he too was a yakuza, serving his own and his clan’s purpose more than anyone’s. This was a merciful suggestion compared to the alternatives, and you could not imagine how your parents would take it if they were to be bothered by people like him.

Agreeing despite your better judgment, you took the thing from him, stretching it in your hand. It was soft, and honestly, you could imagine yourself wearing a pajama in it; it was that comfortable. “Uhm...” you mumbled, realizing you didn’t know what to do with that. “Please put it on,” he instructed, standing up. Only now did you realize it was perfectly made to be used as a blindfold.

Despite your hands shaking, you hesitantly covered your eyes with it, thanking God that if this was your end, you’d at least not have to see it coming. You flinched when you felt two other hands coming down onto the back of your head, helping you to secure the fabric tightly before you were asked for your hand to help you up. Up till now, you weren’t dead yet, so that was an achievement. “It’s just for security reasons, don’t worry. I’ll bring you somewhere safe, so just follow my lead.”

His fingers linked with yours - weird considering you two weren’t so close to justify such an affectionate hold on you - and you felt his tug, urging you forward. “Where... Where will we be going?” you asked, hearing the sliding door open, followed by a small chuckle of a third voice, before familiar-sounding footsteps took off before you two. Kageyama clicked his tongue, and you already felt like you had made a mistake, unable to see that his reaction had been for someone else entirely.

“Don’t worry, [Name],” he assured you, but his lack of answering your question barely helped you.

Still, all you could do was trust him, now that you were in his care.

Trusting was something you were very good at after all, Kageyama was aware. You’d trust a friend you’d only known for a few months and co-sign his contract with the yakuza. You’d trust said yakuza when he told you he had work for you to fulfill the deed. And you trusted Kageyama to be sincere, when really, he had set you up to come to him and agree to his conditions without complaining, letting yourself be taken to his room easily.

A room in which really no one could hear you when you screamed as the Karasuno clan’s prodigy would do all the things to you he had been dreaming about for years now.

[alaskasmonsters]

Let your hair down | Nishinoya Yuu

stumbling into noya with his hair worn down was a wecome distraction to your little homesickness problem

pairing: nishinoya yuu x fem!reader

w.c: 3.989

warnings: mentions of homesickness

a.n: in this house we ask for kiyoko’s hand in marriage (if you’re wondering why homegirl is mentioned so much), also noya with his hair down is so pretty i’m in love.

You were never able to sleep when you were away from home.

It made you a little embarrassed, since only children would get homesick as soon as one night into sleeping elsewhere but their own house.

You were only glad none of the boys knew about it, you didn't think they'd tease you (okay maybe Tsukki would....Tsukki definitely would) but you still didn't want them to know that their first-year manager was being such a baby about something this mortal.

You were already the youngest amongst them all, even younger than Kageyama who's been the baby of the team before you got recruited by Kiyoko to be the follow-up manager of the boy's volleyball team when her and the other three-years would leave next year. You didn't need them to think of you as not only the youngest but also the most vulnerable of the squad. They didn't need to know you were being an actual baby, and only because of a 5 day long training camp away from your hometown.

Everyone seemed to be so unbothered about sleeping elsewhere, most of the boys were more excited than anything to be away from their parents and house rules for a few days. None of the girls you had gotten to know better during breaks and extra training the boys had were nervous either.

Which made you feel like the biggest wuss.

It wasn't long before bed-time now, all of the girls and you had already gotten ready for bed and changed into your nightwear, yours consistent of boxers and an oversized hoodie (nights in tokyo were a lot colder than in karasuno), and gathered around to talk before finally hitting the sack.

You had snuck out of the room, though, when nobody was paying much attention to you. The anxiety of spending your first night this far away from home was slowly crawling its way under your skin and started to nag at your bones.

You didn't want anybody to notice and thus decided to get a snack; maybe some food would calm you down.

You thought you remembered seeing this vending machine with a few chocolate bars and soft drinks near the bathroom and it wasn't long until you found it, it being the only source of light illuminating the dark corridors of the floor.

And you’ve been being right. There were a variety of different snacks you could choose from, chocolate bars, chips and pretz biscuit chips even (which was your favorite).

You pressed the button with the right number, watching the snack you loved so much being slowly inched forward by the mechanism before it dropped down, ready for you to pick up.

You bent down, lifting the metal hatch and grabbing for the chips, already feeling a little better at the thought of the familiar snack in your hands, when there was a plodding noise from behind you startling you.

You didn't have time to see what it belonged to, neither did you have time to be scared, as there was a sudden voice suddenly coming from right behind you.

"You're hungry, too, huh?"

A startled scream escaped your lips instinctively before you could hold it back and you twirled around in your spot, wide eyes settling on the person who had so cruelly decided to sneak up on you while you were deep in thought.

As you recognized him, it startled you almost as badly as his sudden appearance had, not because you didn't expect him to be the one plagued by hunger after his several servings at dinner, but because you hadn't expected him to look so different.

"Sorry, i didn't mean to startle you," the boy apologized, giving you a soft smile and you nodded at him, your eyes still glued to where his hair was supposed to be.

Nishinoya Yuu, also known as the bane of your very short existence (at least that's what you had nicknamed him) was standing in front of you with his hair let down.

Usually the volleyball team's very own libero, wore his hair gelled up in spikes, with only one bleached strand hanging into his face. Just the right fit for his loud and a little rough personality.

Now, though, due to the shower he must have had, judging by the still wet hair and the towel he had thrown over his shoulder, his usual spikes were gone, his hair instead was falling down in sleek strands, making his features look a lot softer.

And so much cuter.

Okay, no, stop that right now.

The reason why you liked to call Nishinoya the 'bane of your very short existence' was because of thoughts like that.

You tended to swoon over the boy mentally; a boy you've barely held a conversation with that had consisted of more than three sentences.

You didn't know why Noya had caught your interest, not that he wasn't handsome, no he was incredibly cute, but you didn't really know him that well. Other than that he was very good in volleyball, the most enthusiastic person you knew (well, ignoring Hinata of course) and utterly enamored with Kiyoko.

Who wasn't?

Tsukkishima was probably the only member of the volleyball team that didn't get flustered around the third-year manager.

Even you couldn't help the nervousness you've felt around her the first few times you've talked one on one.

She was just amazing.

"Oh, hi Noya-san," you greeted him sheepishly, noticing in embarrassment that you've just stared at him in silence for way too long.

At least you two were familiar enough for you to call him by his nickname.

To be fair, it was probably inappropriate considering how little you two had actually talked to one another, but after he hadn't corrected you when the nickname first slipped from your lips (completely unintentionally) a few weeks ago, you had just decided to keep using it.

"Hi, y/n-san, what have you....aw, you've got the last pack," Noya pouted gesturing to your hand and you were embarrassed to admit how long it took you to understand what he meant.

You looked down into your hand, momentarily forgetting what you were holding (surprise, it was still the pretz biscuit chips), and then back to the vending machine to realize that the pack of chips you were holding had actually been the last in the row.

Why did a crush make you so stupid?

"Oh...sorry. Did you want to get the chips?" you asked dumbly.

Noya let out a laugh, shaking his head as he waved his hands around in front of his chest.

"What, haha, you don't have to apologize. I'll just get something else," he told you, still chuckling lightly.

You watched the way his cheeks crunched up and the corners of his eyes crinkled in fascination. Now that his hair was hanging into his face his laughter was even more precious.

"We can share."

You had blurted that out before you could stop yourself.

Noya looked at you in surprise and you felt your cheeks burn up in embarrassment.

Since when did you find it so difficult to function around him? Normally you weren't acting this smitten. Yes, you were always a little nervous around him, but never did it go as far as blurting out thoughts uncontrollably.

You blamed the hair, it was definitely the hair.

Noya's eyes lit up in excitement at your suggestion and his eyes wandered down to the chips in your hands, looking at them like they were a precious treat, before going back to your face.

"Really?" he asked happily.

You couldn't help but smile back at him, your cheeks flushing a little bit more as he stared at you with twinkling eyes and a beaming smile.

"Yeah, sure."

You opened the bag before holding it towards Noya to underline the offer. He reached inside to get out a huge chunk of chips to stuff it all in his mouth in one go. It made him look like a chipmunk and you couldn't help but giggle at his antics, your eyes once again wandering to his natural hair.

You fished out a few biscuit chips as well, nibbling on the snack absent-mindedly. You wondered if his hair felt just as soft as it looked like if you ran your fingers through it.

"Is anything on my face?" Noya asked suddenly, pulling you back from your weird thought process.

"What, no, i don't think so, why?"

Why did you have to stutter around right now?

"You're staring at me," he pointed out, grinning cockily when he noticed the blush on your cheeks deepen.

"Oh...it's just," you shrugged, looking down at the bag of chips in your hands awkwardly, "Your hair looks different."

For some reason Noya's cheeks were tinted pink now, as well. You noticed when you looked up at him through your lashes to see if he was totally put off by your comment or not.

He looked more embarrassed than you had expected.

Why that was you didn't know. Did he not think you would notice?

"Oh, yeah...i've showered," he stated matter-of-factly, as if you haven't already figured.

His hand reached upwards to scratch his neck and he looked away from you and your staring eyes.

Wait, was he embarrassed because of his hair?

When that thought hit you panic followed almost immediately, flooding your stomach with full impact. You had made Noya uncomfortable. He probably thought you meant different in a bad way! You totally fucked this up.

"What, no!" you shouted, cringing at how loud your voice had gotten and you quickly tried to adjust the volume to the quiet atmosphere of the corridor. "I...i didn't mean it looks bad or anything."

You waved your hands hastily around if only to bring your genuine intentions across.

He shouldn't think you didn't like his hair! That was the last thing you wanted.

"It looks good, i mean. I was just surprised, is all."

Did you just say his hair looked good?

The deepening blush in his cheeks was answer enough.

You just said his hair looked good.

Way to go, y/n.

"Oh...thanks, y/n/n-san."

Noya was smiling again and it managed to calm a little of your anxiety down, just enough so you were only slightly on edge again.

If you weirded him out, at least he knew how to hide it well.

The two of you stood there eating in silence for a few minutes, the only sound audible was the rustling of the bag and cracking of the chips once in a while. It was nice. You didn't know Nishinoya was someone who could just be quiet for a little, he seemed like such a high energy loud guy usually.

"So tell me, y/n/n-san," the libero started, his voice suddenly serious as he stared at you intensely. You swallowed thickly, wondering what suddenly changed his mood. He looked so determined. You expected the worst to come but then... "WHAT'S IT LIKE TO SHARE A ROOM WITH OUR LOVELY KIYOKO-SAN?"

His hands clenched to fists at his side and his eyes sparkled.

You just stared at him. Then you started laughing.

"You're such a weirdo, Noya-san,” you told him, shaking your head in amusement.

He just grinned, looking almost proud he made you laugh with just being goofy.

"But uhm...it's alright, i guess. I mean, she's really nice! Extremely nice! The other girls are, too," you told him but your thoughts drifted off to the topic of sleep when the room you all shared in training camp was brought up again.

If you couldn't sleep than you'd be useless for the next few days. You wouldn't be able to help the boys with their training as well as before and you'd disappoint them and Kiyoko-chan.

You'd disappoint Noya.

"Hey...you don't sound so happy," the boy noticed, his features etched together in concern as he was eyeing you, "do you not like it here in Tokyo?"

Shit! You didn't mean to let your panic flow into your words and worry him.

"It's nothing, Noya-san! Don't worry."

"You can tell me!" he insisted, pointing a thumb at his chest. "You're our manager now, too! Means you don't just take care of us, we take care of you, too."

Are you crying internally? Maybe.

"It's just kinda stupid...you'll laugh," you try to wave it off, hoping Noya would just let the topic rest when he noticed you didn't want to talk about it.

He was Noya, so he didn't.

"I won't!" he insisted, a determined look in his eyes.

You had to look away because your cheeks were flushing again. The thought of just telling him goodnight and leaving crossed your mind, but you knew now that Nishinoya was aware something was bothering you, he would not let it rest.

You contemplated whether or not to tell him, avoiding his eyes that were still fixated on you. His stare made you feel all dizzy.

"I'm just a little homesick," you mumbled, fumbling with the half-empty bag in your hands.

You hoped that explanation was enough for him, the thought of telling him the real reason you were feeling upset made your heart drop to your stomach.

You didn't want to sound like a child, especially not in front of a boy you had a crush on.

"Oh....why would you think i'd laugh about that? It's okay to miss home!"

You gulped, eyes trained on your panda socks (ups, how embarrassing) as you tried to build up the courage to continue.

"It's not just homesickness," you swallowed thickly, the nervousness crawling at your throat. "I've never slept anywhere but home because I was too scared. My mom always had to pick me up from sleepovers because I'd start crying...."

The silence that followed after was unbearable. You wished for nothing else but a hole to open up and swallow you all at once.

Nishinoya must think you were being a total baby.

And he would be right about that. You were being a total baby. What 15 year old couldn't be away from home for a night? You were pathetic.

"And you've still decided to come to Tokyo with us? y/n/n-san, you're so badass!"

You looked up in shock at the libero's words, not believing what you've heard him say. Noya was gaping at you, his eyes wide in admiration and excitement.

"Wha-what?" you choked out.

"You're really brave if you knew you would be scared and still decided to come with us to Tokyo!" Noya explained, grinning widely.

You stared at him. When he said it like that it sounded so easy, like there was no other way to see it. Like you were in fact a badass for deciding to join them for trainingscamp.

You lowered your gaze in embarrassment when you remembered that you really weren't.

"I don't...i don't know. Don't you think it's weird?" you asked quietly, glancing at Noya.

"Nah, everyone is scared of something," he reassured, eyeing you with seriousness, "I used to be scared of anything when i was a kid until my grandfather taught me not to be."

"Oh."

Noya’s face lit up.

"I can try to teach you, too!" , he exclaimed excitedly, already clenching his fists in determination, staring at you with glowing eyes.

You gave him a thankful smile. Noya-san was always so nice to everyone and it warmed your heart he wanted to help you with your fears.

Although you doubted you could be taught to be less of a scaredy cat.

When you told him that Noya only shook his head, already having decided on making you his project it seemed, as he grabbed your wrist and grinned at you.

"Let's try!"

His voice held the same tone as when he told his team to trust him with a particular difficult serve and you had no other choice but to nod in defeat.

There was no way you were able to change his mind at this point.

His face lit up a little more at that. Or maybe you were just imagining things now.

"What happens if you try to sleep anywhere by home?" he questioned, turning very serious.

You shrugged, trying vehemently to ignore Noya’s hand gripping your wrist.

"I get scared."

"Why?"

You let out a heavy sigh, looking down at the floor once more. You wish you knew. Maybe you could actually do something against it if you did.

"Fears aren't rational, Noya"

"No, but think about it. Why do you think you get scared?" he asked, squeezing your skin between his fingers in a reassuring way.

You took a moment, racking your brain for possibilities or origins of your childish fear. Why didn’t you like sleeping anywhere else than home?

Did you miss your parents? Yeah, sure, but that wasn’t it. What else could be a reason that you couldn’t sleep anywhere but home? Maybe you didn’t feel as safe?

Was it because you didn’t feel safe without your parents there? Was ist because your own home provided a safety you trusted in more than with other places?

...Yeah, that must be it. Home was a safe place and anywhere away was just too far away.

"I...i don't feel as safe as home. I mean, it's so far away," you explained, looking up at Noya again, who was studying you with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Mh," he hummed, removing his hand from your wrist to instead stroke his chin in thought.

His features looked even softer illuminated in the blue light, you noticed. Especially with his hair worn down. He just looked...cuter like this.

He should definitely wear it like this more often.

“I have an idea, come on,” Noya yalled out suddenly, cruelly shaking you out of your daydreams involving him.

Before you could protest Noya had already grabbed your wrist once more and started pulling you into the direction of the staircases. The bag of chips had fallen out of your hand due to your surprise at his actions, sadly floating to the floor.

You were pulled up the stairs, deciding to go along with it, because well, for one it was Noya and you’d probably go along with everything as long as he was the one to ask you. But also, you were curious what exactly the boy’s idea was and where he planned to bring you.

The both of you climbed up the stairs in a breathtaking tempo, all the stairs, way up until you’ve arrived at the rooftop.

Noya pushed the door open with his shoulder, not letting go off your hand (since when was he holding your hand?), as he turned towards you and gestured for you to go first. A wide grin stretched across his face.

The cool night air hit your legs as soon as you stepped outside, a strange contrast to the warm palm against yours. The difference of temperature made you shiver slightly.

You looked around, hoping to see why the libero had brought you to this place in the first place, but saw nothing of significance. Turning to look at Noya again, you raised your brows in question.

He was still holding your hand, you noticed with a downward glance. The boy followed your gaze, noticing the prolonged contact of your skin, too, and quickly let go. His cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

Noya scratched his neck, awkwardly laughing a little, before he looked away from you again.

“Uh, you like astronomy, right?” he asked, voice quiet.

You gaped at him.

“You know that?”

You hated how breathless your voice sounded. Because him knowing that...was Noya paying attention to you, more than you thought?

He looked confused that you’d even ask such a question.

“Of course, you’re always talking about it.”

Your heart swelled at his words, chest growing warm at the thought that Noya cared enough to know about the stuff you were interested in.

Your cheeks heated up against your will.

“What’s your favorite star, y/n-san?”

You didn’t even have to think about that.

“Sirius,” you uttered, smiling softly, “it’s the brightest star in the night sky. I can see it from my bedroom window.”

Noya’s face lit up at your answer. He turned his gaze upwards, his eyes searching the night sky eagerly.

“Which one ist it?” he asked, sounding so excited your heart squeezed in your chest.

You smiled, finding it endearing how intrigued he looked to be. Maybe he was just trying to cheer you up like this. Maybe this was his grand idea.

You didn’t mind it one bit.

You stepped beside him, raising your arm to point in the direction of Sirius. Noya scooted closer, resting his head right next to your shoulder to directly follow the line of your finger.

You felt one of his soft strands tickle your cheek and you flushed when the urge to reach out and care your fingers through his hair overcame you.

“That one,” you whispered, trying hard not to get lost in the soft and open expression on his face.

Noya’s eyes searched around for a bit before they settled on a spot. Judging by the wide grin on his face he had found the star you’ve been talking about.

“See, you can see it from here, too. You’re not as far away from home as you think.”

He didn’t even turn to look at you when he said those words, eyes still focused on your favorite star.

You froze, letting the words sink in, slowly turning your head to now openly staring at him.

“Pretty sure you can see it from the girl’s room as well.”, he shrugged, nonchalant.

Your arm fell to your side, and your body moved so you were completely turned towards Noya, eyes wide and open.

You didn’t know why but for some odd reason that made so much sense for you, and with the reassurance that you could look at the same star from up here as from your room your chest felt so much lighter.

And Noya, Noya was just acting so casual, like he hadn’t just turned your world 180°, like he hadn’t made you fall in love with him a thousand times harder that moment.

Looking at him now, shadows dancing across his face, the light of the moon and the stars illuminating his features, that stupidly cute smile still on his face as he continued to look up at the stars, you were glad you had agreed to Kiyoko to become a manager for the team.

You shook yourself out of your stupor, realizing you’d just stared at the boy for several moments. Noya thankfully hadn’t noticed since he was still looking at the stars.

You bowed down deeply, startling Noya, who flinched terribly and blinked down at your hunched form in confusion.

“Thank you so much Noya-san! I feel so much better,” you shouted, putting all your gratefulness into it.

The boy started stuttering as he waved his arms wildly, staring at you with a panicked expression. He had pressed the back of his other hand to his cheek to hide the redness in them.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you don’t have to thank me,” he protested, his voice raising several pitches.

You straighten up again, a soft smile on your lips as you looked up at Noya, who’s face had turned full on pink.

Adorable.

“I mean it,” you told him, smiling widening. “Thank you.”

Noya returned your smile, relaxing again. His hand reached to scratch the back of his neck and he looked away almost bashfully.

“You’re welcome.”

You felt like the remaining days of training camp would be no problem to you now. And not only because of your favorite star in the night sky. But also because of your favorite star standing in front of you.

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

new team - shoyo hinata

shoyo hinata x fem!reader

summary: you teach hinata some skills in middle school and to pay you back, he guarantees you a spot on the karasuno volleyball team.

warnings: NONE VERY FLUFFY

word count: 1,737

notes: i rlly rlly liked writing this bc i love my boy hinata and this just flowed so naturally and i’m rlly proud of it :’)

i also usually write gender neutral reader bc i’m nb and i wanna cater to as many ppl as possible and make them feel valid, but it was kinda necessary to the story for reader to be fem in this one

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after setting a ball to your friend, you noticed a short boy by himself in the corner of the gym with bright orange hair, setting and receiving against the wall. you made your way over to him, observing that he actually wasn’t too bad.

“oi, redhead,” you called out playfully. he turned around with a look of confusion on his face, as if to say ‘me?’ “yeah you. i couldn’t help but notice you’re playing all by your lonesome over here. any particular reason for that?”

his cheeks tinged pink at the callout, but he responded nonetheless. “w-well there’s not enough boys for the school to create a boys volleyball club, so i’m trying to get as many hours of practice in at school as i can.”

you nodded in recognition of his situation. “well, sorry to say you won’t get very far if the wall is your only opponent. but you’re certainly welcome to practice with me when my practice is over. if you’re interested, of course.”

“woah, really? you’d do that for me?” he asked in astonishment, eyes going wide as saucers.

“of course i would. i may not know much about you, but i can tell you have a passion for the sport, and it’d be a real shame for that to fizzle out,” you smiled genuinely. “i’ll help you practice...”

it took him a moment to realize you were waiting for his name. “oh! hinata! shoyo hinata.” he introduced.

“well shoyo hinata, i’m y/n l/n and i look forward to practicing with you.” you grinned. a whistle blew behind you, pulling you from your conversation with the boy. “sorry, i’ll see you later!”

sure enough, you found him waiting out by the baseball field, spinning a volleyball in his palm. after a short while of practicing, you realized you had underestimated this kid and the power he can pack in his spikes. it was clear he needed to improve in his receives, but he was in remarkably good shape for playing against a wall every week.

the two of you quickly became good friends, shoyo becoming your number one supporter - aside from your parents, of course. he attended all your games, cheering obnoxiously loud when it was your turn to serve.

over the summer from 8th to 9th grade however, the two of you didn’t see each other nearly as often as you used to. you had to admit it made you sad; the sweet redheaded boy had carved a special spot in your heart and you missed him dearly.

you attended karasuno high school, hoping to join the girls volleyball club and make some new friends. upon examining the club applications, much to your dismay, it appeared that such a club didn’t exist.

volleyball was your passion, and it hurt that you had no way of pursuing it anymore.

hanging your head in defeat and crumpling up the paper, you heard footsteps approaching rapidly from in front of you. before you could look up, a body suddenly collided with you, nearly knocking you over with the momentum they had built up.

“y/n!” a familiar voice cried out. you quickly realized the voice belonged to hinata, who’s arms were currently wrapped around you.

“hinata! i can’t believe you go to school here! i’ve missed you so much!” you squealed, hugging him back.

he pulled away, a look of surprise on his face. “are you kidding? i can’t believe you go to school here! you oughta be wherever the best girls volleyball club is! speaking of that, have you joined yet?”

you glanced down to the crumpled paper that still pressed against your palm. “well that’s the thing, it’s not even a choice on the club application form. unfortunately, i don’t think karasuno has one.”

shoyo gasped dramatically, jaw falling open in shock. “so what are you gonna do? you can’t just not play anymore, you’re so good!”

you smiled at the compliment from the boy, but your expression grew sadder. “thanks, shoyo, but i’m not sure what i can do. this seems like it’s out of my hands.”

a look of determination painted his features as he grabbed you by the shoulders. “no, i’m not gonna let this happen to you. don’t worry, y/n, i’ll find a way for you to play.”

he ran off, leaving you alone with your thoughts in the deserted hallway.

despite having absolutely no idea what he was planning, you trusted the boy. you knew he had your best interests at heart and would do anything to help you succeed, and you adored him for that. you just hoped whatever method he had to allow you to play wasn’t too embarrassing for you; you weren’t too keen on begging some team to let you play for them, but you had a feeling hinata’s plan wouldn’t involve that.

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“please?” hinata begged.

“a girl? join the team? i don’t know hinata, you’d have to run it by the coach.” daichi uttered hesitantly.

“but you’re the captain, daichi, you have the final say!” he reminded him.

daichi sighed. “yeah, you’re right. what’s so special about this girl?”

he watched as hinata’s eyes lit up in excitement when he spoke about her. “well she was the setter in middle school, but that was only because no one else was good enough to play that position. she’s really versatile and she taught me practically everything i know about spiking! she’s also got some mean overhand serving skills; she’d be a great addition to the team! please, daichi, pretty please?”

he looked down at the boy to see him glancing up with a pair of puppy eyes, intent on winning him over. daichi felt he was powerless to do anything but give in, though his description of you did sound pretty great if he was being honest.

“alright, i’ll talk to the coach and see what he thinks. bring her to our next practice and introduce her to everyone.” he said, not missing the bright grin that donned the redhead’s face at his words.

“thank you so much, sir! you won’t regret it, i promise!” he ran back towards the basket of balls to practice serving once more.

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“where are you taking me, shoyo?” you muttered. “can you take your hands off yet?”

he had cornered you back in the main building, insisting you accompany him to some unknown destination he had in mind. since then, he had been walking directly behind you, his hands covering your eyes.

“i’ll show you...” he waited until you took a few more steps. “now!”

you blinked your eyes open to find yourself outside of the gym building. “the gym? what are we doing here, hinata?”

you turned to him and he grinned. “volleyball practice is about to start.”

“volleyball - as in boys volleyball? what am i doing here? am i here to watch you practice?”

he donned a soft smile at your confusion. “no, you’re gonna practice.”

your eyes widened. “i am? i don’t even have any athletic clothes, shoyo, i just have my uniform!”

“i wouldn’t worry too much about that today,” he pushed you towards the doors. “i’ll just be introducing you to everyone today.”

“introducing...? what is going on here, hinata?” you questioned. he pushed the door open to reveal a large group of mostly tall boys, all staring down at you.

most of them looked friendly and approachable, but several of them looked rather intimidating. “everyone, this is y/n. y/n, this is your new team.” shoyo announced.

you gasped, turning towards hinata. “m-my new team? you got me a spot on the team?”

the look of gratitude in your eyes had him blushing a bright pink and he scratched the back of his head nervously. “it was nothing, really. y-”

he was cut off as you hugged him tightly, thanking him for allowing you to continue the sport you loved. “you don’t have to thank me, it’s not a huge deal or anything.”

“are you kidding? it’s a huge deal! i can’t believe you did this for me!” your smile nearly reached your ears.

he walked you around the gym, introducing you to his teammates. sugawara and asahi were incredibly sweet, even offering to set you a few balls to test your spiking abilities, though you declined since you were still wearing a skirt.

the intimidating one you saw earlier - tsukkishima, you had learned - was not as sweet as the others you had met and seemed rather distant, though you hoped that would fade as you got to know him.

tanaka and nishinoya were full of energy and practically gushing over you even though they hadn’t yet witnessed your abilities.

the one shoyo introduced as kageyama shot you a nasty glare. “what position did you play?”

“setter,” you murmured, slightly on edge from the look of intensity in his eyes. that intensity morphed into fury after your words, intimidating you further.

you quickly remembered this was the incredible setter hinata had mentioned several times before. “o-oh! don’t worry, i don’t plan on taking your spot or anything, i’m sure you’re far better than i am!”

“good.” you smiled at him nervously. “if you’re good enough, maybe i’ll send you a couple sets.”

and of course you met daichi, the captain to whom you owed your spot on this team. he was very friendly and personable and you suspected he was the type to give inspirational speeches before games.

kageyama pulled hinata aside, practicing quick attacks with him, leaving you with daichi.

“hinata talks about you quite a bit, y’know,” daichi murmured, catching your attention.

“he does?” you queried. “all good things, i hope.”

the captain smiled down at you. “he speaks very highly about you and your skills. i think he’s got a bit of a bias since you taught him what he knows, but i don’t doubt you’ll really prove yourself on the court.”

your eyes went wide at the faith he already had in you, despite never seeing you play. “thank you, daichi, that really means a lot.”

the boys divided themselves into teams, starting a practice match as you and daichi observed from the sidelines. your eyes found hinata in the back row, who gave you a wide grin and a wave.

you waved back, your heart warming at the gesture. you had only just met the boys, but you couldn’t wait for the next practice.

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i might make this a series? maybe?? maybe not?? idk but let me know what u think :D

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