#the prettiest setter

[4unnyr0se]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :haikyuu masterlist: :;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fics | smut

❥ nepenthe | kotaro bokuto

➥ bokuto's in a slump because he's missing all his spikes, and the only person who can cheer him up is msby's prettiest manager

❥ meddle about | kenma kozume

➥ kenma is forced to attend a work-related party. he runs into a model that works closely with lev, and she's into him

❥ que linda | shoyo hinata

➥ homesick, hinata jumps on the first plane to japan and hits up his old manager that he had a massive tiny crush on

❥ elysian | koshi sugawara

➥ sugawara and the art teacher bond over cleaning up glue and macaroni, which blossoms into something more

❥ ohmami | hajime iwaizumi

➥ iwaizumi runs into his high school best friend at the gym he works at, and it's too dark for her to walk back home all by herself. so obviously he's a gentleman and drives her

❥ moth to a flame | toru oikawa

➥ oikawa hates ushijima with every bone in his body. turns out his ex-girlfriend feels the same way. why make him furious by making a sex tape?

❥ shameless | kei tsukishima

➥ you and tsukishima have been enemies since high school. you enroll in sendai university thinking that you have finally escaped him and his stupid good looks. you were wrong.

❥ apple cider | tobio kageyama

➥ tobio is failing his biology class, specifically struggling with the human anatomy unit. who's better than to tutor him than the annoyingly smart hot nerd girl?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fics | fluff

❥ young love at fukurodani | kotaro bokuto

➥ boktuo and his schoolboy crush

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ drabbles | smut

❥ tsukishima plays the waiting game | part i | part ii |

➥ tsukishima has a crush, but he bides his time

❥ tsukishima and asphyxiation

➥ tsukishima's little girlfriend likes his hands around her neck

❥ kuroo as your boss

➥ kuroo and his sexy new employee

❥ matching with haikyuu captains on tinder | part i | part ii | part iii | part iv |

➥ captains match with you on tinder

❥ pretty and possessive

➥ possessive! oikawa meets you at a party

❥ eat it from the back!

➥ kenma and akaashi eat it from the back

❥ til your teeth rot!

➥ how akaashi, osamu, kenma, and bokuto eat it

❥ morning breath

➥ morning sex with kenma and suna

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ drabbles | multiple | smut

❥ caught ya!

➥ catching you masturbating

❥ fuckin with the pretty setter squad | part i

➥ how the members of the pretty setter squad fuck

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ smau | smut

❥ spicy insta post reaction | part i | part ii |

➥ reacting to you posting a spicy pic on insta

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ headcanons | smut

❥ yuu nishinoya & morisuke yaku

➥ sfw & nsfw

❥ tobio kageyama

➥ sfw & nsfw

[temeyes]

the prettiest setter for tonight's warm-up!!!

[that-student-that-has-homework]

Yours are my Favorite!

Bokuto Koutaro x Reader

cw: MDNI. SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA'S END.

light body image stuff? mildly suggestive? kinda touchy? they're married though. I'm not sure if it's proofread or not.

You weren’t immune to the doomscroll, unfortunately. 

Which was how you even came across some rather interesting information to begin with.

It was a random weekday and you were going through some social media. Which was how you discovered that it was apparently selfie day for the fans of the MSBY Black Jackals. You’d noticed the team name trending in your area and had clicked out of curiosity. Cute girls in jerseys, posing in really cute and flattering ways with equally flattering camera angles littered your feed.

You remembered this being a thing “idol” fans did. But MSBY were professional athletes…

Guess everyone with a pretty face was an idol now, and the Jackals had quite a few pretty faces to spare. Your husband’s being the prettiest, of course.

Aaaannnnd it wasn’t like this wasn’t good publicity. At the very least more people could take interest and boost profits! You lost yourself  in your musings as you continued to mindlessly scroll through the images. Your darling had a lot of fans… 

As he should! 

Big ball of sunshine that he was.

You kept looking at the, quite frankly, very attractive ladies, many of whom were wearing that proud jersey number 12 and mentioning Bokuto in their posts. You even came across one, exceptionally attractive lady who had her plush…pectorals? Could you say pectorals? The pectoralis major was the muscle, but breasts were mostly fat sacks…well either way they were very plush and very nice looking. 

You couldn’t help but look down at your own more clothed chest, looking much less…appealing…

much less plush…

much… 

just much… 

less. 

After looking at a bunch of pretty ladies and that last one in particular, a rather nasty little monster reared its ugly head. Logically speaking you had nothing to worry about. Really. You were very happily married, and he valued you so, so much.

It’s not like he even used social media for more than just memes, looking up plays, and supporting his friends however he could. Yeah nothing to worry about at all!

No worries at all!

None!

Absolutely none!

But you had to admit you were a teensy tiny bit jealous because honestly: those were some really nice boobs!

Nothing wrong with acknowledging that right?

Right?

Your front door clicked and you were snapped back into reality. Turning you saw your beloved bursting in through the door, a massive grin on his face as he took you in, “hey hey hey! How was your day?”

That cheesy little rhyme got a little chuckle out of you, “uneventful,” you approached the entryway, “how was yours Kou?”

“So get this! Hinata, Hinata right?” He starts laughing as the memory floods his mind. “Receives one of Tsumtsum’s best serves perfectly and he got all mopey!” He burst out laughing again. “Then he got all fired up and kept aiming all his serves directly at Hinata so he wouldn’t get to spike!”

“I can’t imagine that keeping Sho-chan down though,” you hummed, leading your husband deeper into your home.

“‘Course it didn’t!” That got another amused bout of joy from your husband. “Not a single serve got Hinata down! He was jumping up for almost all of them too!”

You grinned imagining the setter’s face scrunched up in utter annoyance.

“Omi-san must have been amused.”

“Hehehe he was!”

He continued to tell you about all sorts of things that were going on with the team, things he was trying to learn, cool facts, that he saw something Keiji might like and wanted to send it over to him, everything. All the while you got the food out and onto the table and he got the plates out. Your usual routine.

It was later in the evening after you’d eaten and cleaned up and were sitting down to rest that you unlocked your phone and came across that picture of that fangirl again. Noticing the shift in your energy, Koutarou asked after you, “hey hey what’s got you down birdie?”

“Hmm?” You snapped your attention up to meet his everso observant golden hues. “Oh nothing, nothing,” you tried to wave it away, “just some of your fans are really pretty Kou.”

“Eh really?” 

“Yeah,” you tried to sound nonchalant, “here take a look.”

You turned your phone screen so he could see the fan you’d been looking at. You watched his curious features open up into surprise, or perhaps he was impressed.

“Those are some nice boobs.”

“Right?!” You couldn’t help but agree. “I’m kinda jealous, I wish mine were that nice.”

“Eh? What’s wrong with yours?” His confusion returned as he turned to you.

“Nothing,” you denied, “it’s just that hers are so much nicer!”

You looked back up from your phone when you could hear your husband humming in thought. He had his thinking face on, his chin gripped in thought. Seems he figured things out though because he was dragging you into your shared bedroom barely a moment later, with an excited, “come with me!”

You followed him, not like you had a choice - he was holding your hand and moving quickly, phone still in hand. No sooner had you both entered the room, than he’d dropped your hand and went to look for something in the closet. You just watched him, curious as to what it is he could possibly be looking for. Though when he let out a triumphant, “found it!” You knew your curiosity was about to be satiated. 

It was his black MSBY jersey, the one he wore for away games. He was tugging your current shirt off in his excitement, “Kou hey! What’s going on?” You asked mildly frazzled. “Here-just, oof.”

The two of your worked to get your shirt off leaving you in your usual undershirt. “Alrighty take your undershirt off too!” He cheered.

“Where are you going with this Kou?” You couldn’t help but ask as you complied, reaching for the hem of your undershirt.

He let out one of his darker, more mischievous chuckles, and you felt a mild twinge of concern, “you’ll see~”

You were now in nothing but your bra, your husband studied you thoughtfully for a moment, nodding to himself, “yeah that’ll work!”

“What’ll work?”

You didn’t really get an answer as he pulled his jersey over your head, turning it around and adjusting it so that you had it on correctly while you squirmed to get your arms out through the holes. Your hair felt like a total mess with how your husband had been undressing and redressing you. Not a problem though, because with that ever so charming, giddy smile of his, he was already working to fix up your hair, removing any accessories you had to keep it up or out of your face, and ruffling it with his warm, calloused fingers.

It felt nice, even if you were still confused by him.

He stopped soon enough taking a small step back to admire his work: golden eyes trailing across your face and body. He gave a satisfied hum and nod, impressed and happy with his work. Though when his enthusiasm was met with what you were sure was a befuddled expression on your face, it was his turn to be confused. It was only momentary as his scrubbed up expression lit up in a way where you could practically see an animated lightbulb lighting up next to his head.

Before you knew it he was dragging you to the full length mirror inset on your wardrobe. Standing directly behind you, he took a moment to pull the v-neck of his jersey down to reveal even more of your cleavage.

Oh.

You let out a little huff of amusement, “I still think hers looked nicer love,” you met his gaze in the reflection, “but thank-“

“Something’s still missing” he hummed cutting you off, “ah got it!”

Within an instant, your husband had slithered his arms under his jersey as his large hands gathered the flesh of either breast and pushed them up. He beamed at you through the mirror, clearly pleased with the results of his efforts. Indeed, you could kind of rival just how nice that one fan’s cleavage. He had done well in recreating the look, and making you feel better. 

“Hehehe she might have nice boobs,” he gave yours a little squeeze for added measure, “but yours are my favorite!”

Your grin threatened to split your face in two, as the sound of your shared laughter filled the air of your apartment. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too! A lot!”

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[deerdoegone]

… hi, hello, hi! my name is aaliyah, and this is where i scream into the void and cry about constantly needing to escape my current reality, you know, all the good and fun stuff you'd expect out of a midwest butter fair princess with borderline and autism. i am nineteen years old, black-american, and use she/they pronouns. took a ton of online quizzes and got left with the words, "melancholic passive," so i organized it and put next to "isfj-t," which was already next to "sagittarius sun, gemini moon, and sagittarius rising," which was also next to my collection of all things pink, my favorite color despite this noir theme. i think things are prettier in black and white. i am basically what happens if a teenage girl is left with the knowledge of everything in the world and the answer to every question, but was denied a lithium prescription and was also a mom betting all her child support on red.

… to be honest, there's nothing much to me. i shoplifted a lot when i was younger. kinda still have an itch for it? always having a meltdown but somehow relaxed. recently started twin peaks. started the sopranos and the pitt, too. i'm a december girl and think i have the prettiest looking date of birth. i stole a spoon from a local diner. i have had a crush on a girl named kiki since 2018. big cinephile but i will blank on any movies i have ever watched or related to if you ask. i like to say i'm written by ethel cain and nicole dollanger, though i think i fall more into tomoko kawase and sofia coppola territory because i manage to be as sweet and kind as i can while finding myself covered in soft palettes and adoration, yet still have a passive suicidal tendency i can't shake, kind of like heathers with the closet of mean girls ‘04. i think everything needs to be treated with gentle, cold fingers, even when i'm arguing with someone's eight-year-old on dress to impress. trend setter by the way, not to brag.

† seven, perversion.

.ᐣ.ᐟ . . . things i like are oat and almond milk. neat spaces. rainy weather. swings. online shopping. reading. silver grills. unreleased demos. silk. lace. 00s fashion. deer. four-syllable words. smelling like strawberry pound cake or vanilla brown sugar spice. heels. music boxes. all genres of music. loud keyboards. rectangular glasses. 2000s. the dizziness when you shift. acrylic nails. cheese curds. onion rings. creaky doors and floors. hard mattresses. hoop earrings. jellyfish. kittens and bunnies. goldfish. red sauce pastas. blonde vanilla lattes with vanilla cold foam. wired earbuds. silver. catholic chic. thatorchia. 3d stickers. the number four and fourteen. writing. porcelain bowls. chobani flip yogurts. delaware. sprite floats. journaling. collecting. pinterest, despite her constant flaws. blackout curtains. the harp. video essays. small spoons. men who constantly look sad and neglected. tennis. pilates. baking and cooking. sewing and crocheting. dancing. puzzles of all kinds, like jigsaw, sudoku, and crosswords.

.ᐣ.ᐟ . . . do not interact if you are the gross kind of weird. i don't really think this needs to be stated, but don't be racist, xenophobic, homophobic, transphobic, anything that makes you ugly in the soul and brain. i don't want zionists, two-state supporters, or israelis on my page. i saw a subliminal maker who's padlet password was the fucking year of the nakba. stay away from me. i also am not gonna interact with anyone under sixteen just because i’m nineteen and i wouldn’t feel comfortable with it.

any typos or mistakes in this are a part of the spirit. i locked correct grammar in my ribcage despite paying for an illegally cracked grammarly from a shady discord user.

[woncheolisms]

Praise (Atsumu x reader one shot)

Summary: Atsumu won’t stop complimenting you, always telling you how beautiful you are. You think he’s full of crap.

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader

Word Count: 1,829

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive language, swearing

A/N: Okay, first Atsumu one shot, finally. Hopefully yall like it!

Your short huffs and the click, click, click of your heels were the only sounds on the concrete of the parking lot as you made your way to your car. The night air was particularly still today, causing you to build up a sweat within minutes of being outside. You fumbled with your tiny purse to pull out your keys, settling into the driver’s seat before sighing and letting your shoulders slump. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the seat, feeling your lips turn into a frown.

This did not go how you thought it would.

Your date was nice enough. He was kind and asked all the right questions. He hummed in all the right places and told you enough about himself and his life to get you intrigued. You were feeling very happy with how the night was progressing. You were sure, positive, that there would be a second date. How could there not? You both were vibing like crazy.

It seems you had completely misread him though.

Right outside the restaurant, just as you were about to suggest you two go for a little walk and continue talking, he had raised a sheepish hand to rub the back of his neck, apologizing that you just weren’t his type. He thought he was being subtle when he looked you up and down as he said it, but you knew what he meant immediately.

He didn’t find you attractive.

If this had been a few years ago, you would’ve been crushed at the thought. But you were no longer the timid girl from high school anymore. You were a grown woman with a good career. Things like this didn’t faze you much now. You were more annoyed than anything else at having wasted your one free night on something like this. Dating wasn’t something you were particularly interested in at this point in your life, not when you had finally started settling in at your job. And the thought that tomorrow at work a certain blond setter would ride your ass until you told him how the date went made you scowl even harder.

Sometimes you wondered if Atsumu had ever heard the word ‘professionalism’ in his life. He sure as hell didn’t show it. Especially when it came to you.

You had joined MSBY as their brand new manager seven months ago. You had been slightly timid at first, and way in over your head, having to manage a V1 Volleyball team right off the bat. Combine that with how hyper some of the members could be, and you had the perfect recipe for chaos. At that time, you hadn’t anticipated that these boys would become some of your closest friends. And you couldn’t have ever dreamed that Miya Atsumu of all people would be the one you’re most fond of.

Atsumu loved to claim that you had caught his eye as soon as he saw you, boasting that he had seen your potential and that you would be sticking with them for a long time. He had been right, of course. MSBY was notorious for going through managers like they were candy. No one stuck around after the first month. Except you, and Atsumu liked to think it was because of him.

True to his nature, he had flirted with you endlessly since you joined the team. If it wasn’t corny one-liners that showed you just how much of a dork he was, it was stupid and sleazy innuendos that made Sakusa groan and glare at him in distaste every time. Nothing deterred Atsumu though. He was hell bent on reminding you that you were the ‘prettiest manager we ever had’. And he thinks it’s because he made you feel so welcome (his words not yours), that you had stuck around for so long.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that his incessant flirting had actually made things much more difficult for a while.

It was Atsumu who had hyped up the prospect of you going on a date. He had ranted and raved that your date was a ‘lucky son of a bitch’ and how you would blow him away the minute he saw you. He had gone on and on until you were red in the face and scolding him to stop and get back on the court to practice.

You blamed him for your current predicament actually. No matter how much you ignored him or shot him down, his constant compliments had gotten to you. How could they not? You were still human, and Atsumu was, by your own admission, an attractive guy. Him telling you that you look beautiful more or less every day had given you this false confidence in yourself and that’s why you had agreed to go on a date in the first place.

(You knew your reasoning was a stretch. But blaming Atsumu felt good so you went with it.)

Your phone pinged, shaking you from your thoughts. You narrowed your eyes at the phone screen. Speak of the devil.

Miya: How’s it goin’? Ya gettin laid tonite? ;)

You rolled your eyes at the text. Thumbs typing a reply quickly.

You: Make me something to eat. Preferably ramen.

Miya: Aw no :( That bad?

You didn’t reply, putting the car in gear and heading over to your new destination.

……………………………..

A steaming bowl of beef noodles waited for you at the Miya residence, which you slurped down even though you had dinner not even an hour ago. Atsumu puttered around in the kitchen behind you as you half-focused on whatever volleyball game he was going through on the TV. You had hiked your dress up to your hips, Atsumu’s gray sweatpants covering your legs. Your hair was pulled into a messy knot on top of your head to keep it off your sweaty neck.

He finally sat down next to you with his own bowl, and the sounds of slurping and gulping overtook the thumps and cheers coming from the screen in front of you. For a minute, you two basked in the silence.

“So what happened?” He asked with a full mouth, voice slightly muffled. His eyes were still focused on the screen before him.

You sighed and chewed. “He said I wasn’t his type.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes at that and made a face. “‘Course yer not. Yer way too much for him ta handle.”

You gave him an offended look. “Huh?”

Atsumu nodded. “I mean, look at ya.” He gestured vaguely with his chopsticks. “And in that dress? Phew.”

You rolled your eyes. “You always do this, Miya. You always say all this mushy crap. This is all your fault.”

That made him pause, wide brown eyes looking at you. “Ha? How is it ma fault? What did I do?”

You glared down at your bowl as you thought of your next words. “You always talk about how beautiful I am,” you cringed. “Saying all these things to make me feel confident. Then I talk to an actual guy and realize you had built me up for nothing.”

Silence filled the space between you two as you stuffed another generous helping of noodles into your mouth, glaring at the TV and trying to ignore Atsumu’s stare on the side of your head as he set his bowl down on the coffee table.

“Okay, first of all, what do ya mean by ‘actual guy’?” He pouted in indignation, crossing his arms. You nearly snorted at the image. “Second, I never lied to ya! Not once! Well-” he stopped abruptly and pursed his lips in thought. “That dress ya wore for Bokuto’s birthday last month was fuckin’ hideous but-”

“Hey!”

“But that’s the dress’s fault, not yers!” He finished loudly. “I mean, ya still looked fuckin’ gorgeous-”

“Stop-” You held a hand up, placing your bowl next to Atsumu’s before frowning at him. “That’s what I’m talking about. Why do you keep doing that?”

He let out a frustrated huff. “Ya think I’m lyin’? Ya think yer not pretty?”

You shrugged. “I mean, I’m okay.”

Atsumu was already shaking his head at you, still scowling, his arms crossed. You trailed off and stared at him. It felt like you were being scolded like a child.

“I wouldn’ lie to ya, Y/N.” He said quietly. “Ya gotta be one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen. Like for real.” He ruffled his hair a bit, sighing. “That jerk made ya get all insecure ‘bout yerself. I gotta fix this.”

You could feel your neck heat up at his words, looking back at the TV when the sight of him became too much. This is exactly what annoyed you about Atsumu. He was too blasé about saying this stuff. He came off as so intimate at times, his words crossed so many boundaries. He didn’t even realize how much you were affected by his bold remarks, especially when he was sitting right there before you, in a black tee that stretched just right over his chest, and shorts that showed off his gorgeous thighs-

You closed your eyes and breathed deep and thinking about his words. How the hell was he going to “fix” this?

You nearly yelped out loud when you felt something soft make contact with your lips, eyes popping open to comprehend that Atsumu, your annoying, volleyball-playing, smirking, rowdy, smoking hot coworker was kissing you, placing a hand behind your head so you wouldn’t pull away, moving his lips over yours so deliciously it made your breath stutter and your eyelids flutter shut, until you were giving in and kissing him back. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, feeling yourself melt when Atsumu thumbed at the corner of your jaw, tilting your head so his mouth fit against you better. Your hands remained frozen in your lap, unable to move in case it broke the spell over you two. You let him guide the kiss, reveling in how soft his lips felt and how good he smelled so up close.

It felt like it was over too soon when you separated with a last, loud smooching sound that made your cheeks flush. Your breaths mingled, Atsumu not pulling away more than a few inches. You looked into his wide brown eyes, saw how his pupils dilated, the red that was creeping up from his neck to his ears.

“Ya believe me now?” He muttered, staring directly at your lips with a look so heated that it made your insides squirm. You hummed.

“I think,” you sighed. “I think I’m going to need a lot more convincing.”

He smirked at that, a teasing glint entering his eyes as his lips met yours again, harder this time, more sure, pushing forward until you were falling back into the plush cushion beneath you and his massive frame was hovering over you, the sounds of the TV completely ignored in the background.

…………………………….

Let me know what you think! Request are open x

[xiowberry]

teaser. || sour grapes -- the mostest <3

now playing.. safety zone - leehi

-- ## an introduction to [name]'s group - the mostest!

[name] has known atsumu ever since high-school, the both of them being close friends as [name] often frequented the court to go and see their brother, kita shinsuke.

through competing, atsumu soon befriended oikawa who had already been friends with akaashi and kenma prior to their meeting.

atsumu was the one to introduce [name] into the group, and ever since, they've been known as the "mostest".

you don't need to, but if you wish to obtain information, make sure to read the fun facts.

fun facts.

-- originally, their name was supposed to be "the prettiest." but that was to vague, so i made it even vaguer "the mostest"! i felt it fit their dynamic more?

-- their troupe is literally "being mean = affection" but they'd never hurt each other's feelings on purpose, they have a healthy relationship guys!!

-- definition of have at least dated each other to try it out or made out for the fun of it.

-- if you do not know, back in 2020/2021, texting stories (cough wit cough) were rather popular, a popular group people picked, the pretty setters squad! akaashi, kenma, and most importantly atsumu and oikawa! i added you - [name] - as well, [name] is gender neutral, if need be, i will write two separate chapters if needed for fem/male readers>_<

-- some of the photos are taken from pinterest, my day-to-day life, and etc. <3

-- [name] is not implied to be biologically related to kita, and is not implied to be adopted, it's your choice which route you choose to take, but [name] has been with kita since they were a child.

[ethereal-moonglow]

⊹₊ Managers Daily Thoughts ₊⊹

Being Seijoh manager means that you are a very brave child! Otherwise Oikawa's fan-girlies mash you like peas. But don't worry, because you have the team of simps who would protect you with their life! Especially Iwaizumi, Maki and Mattsun! And, oh, of course Kyotani, he is your guardian dog no.1!

Took a while, but Toru adores you. Like a lot. Like you are so cute and caring and accept him the way he is. You and Iwaizumi now are his parents.

And they BRAG about you! They are sure that you're the most beautiful and smart manager ever. I bet Toru, Maki and Mattsun would tease especially Karasuno and Shiratorizawa that they have such an amazing manager!

OMG WAIT

"We have the best manager. And she's the prettiest," Oikawa declared smugly, shooting a pointed look at the Karasuno team. He knew you were the best manager Seijoh could ask for. You were everything they needed and more!

Tanaka bristled immediately. How dare he insinuate someone is better than their goddess?!? "Hah?! No way! Our Kiyoko is the most beautiful!" he barked, eyes blazing as he squared up to the Seijoh setter. Nishinoya also butted in. "Yeah! Kiyoko is teh best no one can top her!"

Oikawa barely spared him a glance, smirking. "Oh really? But can your manager do this?" With a dramatic flourish, he gestured toward you, just in time for everyone to witness you effortlessly breaking up a fight. Kyotani had a poor first-year cowering against the wall, but before things could escalate, you pinched Mad Dog’s ear and yanked him away like an annoyed parent.

"Ow—what the hell—?" Kyotani grumbled, wincing as you dragged him off, ignoring his protests. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop terrorizing the underclassmen?" you scolded, voice sharp but laced with exasperated familiarity. "Do I need to start carrying a spray bottle?"

The entire gym watched in stunned silence.

Oikawa folded his arms, looking all too pleased with himself. "Bet your manager can't handle a fight like that."

Karasuno’s side was dead quiet—except for Nishinoya and Tanaka, who were openly weeping. They saw how uncontrollable Mad dog was a moment ago. And yet here he is, finally behaving once you were done scolding him.

"Okay yeah, that's so cool," Nishinoya whispered in awe.

[newtthetranswriter]

'Perfect' Vice Captain

(this is one of my favorite moments of this bean, truly captures his chaotic energy)

Word count: 1022

Paring: Koushi Sugawara x Gn! Reader

Summary: Just a relaxing evening for Koushi’s birthday, well relaxing and poking fun at his sill behavior in highschool

Warnings: Just spoilers for post!timeskip

A/n: Happy Birthday to the prettiest of the pretty setter squad, Koushi Sugawara. It’s not exactly the way I wanted it to turn out but I am happy with it. I love Suga, he is by far my favorite Haikyuu character and he deserves so much more attention than he gets. Anyways enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

   You would expect that someone as chaotic as Koushi Sugawara would want some crazy birthday party, or at least a get together with his closest friends. But I’m here to tell you, after a long day teaching elementary schoolers how to write and read, all Koushi wanted to do was go home and relax with his partner. And relaxing with his partner is exactly what he is going to get.

   I had taken the day off from my job so I could stay home and make sure everything was clean and there was nothing that Koushi would have to worry about when he got home. It was my full intention to make the evening as calm and relaxed as possible. As it got closer to the time Koushi would be arriving home, I got out some sweats and t-shirt for him to change into after he takes his normal after work shower. I also made sure to order his favorite take out dinner in advance asking for it to be delivered roughly an hour after the time he gets home knowing how long his after work routine takes. 

   Double checking everything was ready so he didn’t have to worry about anything when he got home, I moved to wait for him in the living room. I focused on just scrolling through various social medias laughing at some of the embarrassing photos our friends from highschool had posted in honor of Koushi’s special day, most notably was a picture of him karate chopping Asahi in the gut with the caption ‘Sugamama was vicious’ courteous of one Ryunoske Tanaka. Leaving a quick agreement to the caption, I turned from my phone at the sound of keys in the front door.

   I quickly jumped up heading to meet the gray haired dork at the door. “Welcome home, Love. How was your day? Did the kids do anything special for you this year?” I asked about his day as he switched to his house slippers.

  “My day was wonderful, thank you for asking dear.” He said as he placed a kiss on my forehead. “As for the kids, some of them made cards during free time, and few of them even brought me candy as a gift. It was really sweet.” Koushi explained with a bright smile as he moved towards our shared bedroom and the connected bathroom.

  “I’m glad you had a good day, but now that you are home you don’t have to worry about anything else for the day. It’s your day so I plan to make the evening as relaxing for you as possible.” I assured him, moving to lay on our bed while he went into the bathroom.

  As he flipped the light on, it was clear from the light chuckle he let out that he was not expecting it to be set up for his shower already. “You didn’t have to set up my clothes for me, my love.” He turned to look at me.

  “You’re right I didn’t have to, but it’s your birthday and I said you didn’t have to worry about anything and I meant it. Now go shower, and when you get out, dinner will be here and we can eat, and just relax for the rest of the evening.” I explained shooing him into the bathroom.

   Just as planned about ten minutes before Koushi was done with his normal long ass shower, there was a knock on the door signaling that our food had arrived. Getting off the bed I answered the door, taking the food to the kitchen and getting everything set up to eat.

   Once Koushi was done showering, he joined me in the living room to eat. “I know you said I don’t have to worry about anything tonight, but you didn’t have to do all this for me.” He said grabbing his food from the coffee table.

   “Once again, it’s your birthday and while I normally would have wanted to throw a party with all our friends, I figured since it’s still the middle of the week a better option would be letting you have a carefree evening. Now eat your food before I decide to send a certain police man those pictures of you and Tanaka being complete idiots at the hotel during nationals in third year.” I threatened, knowing that even if said event was years ago Koushi was not fond of the idea of Daichi finding out he was in fact not the responsible vice captain he claimed to be.

  He rolled his eyes before taking another bite of his food. “You would dare ruin my reputation as a perfect vice captain, over me saying you don’t have to spoil me.” He said, completely serious if you can look past the glint of mischief in his eyes.

  Taking a bite of my own food, I had to hold in a laugh to stop myself from choking. “Yeah ‘perfect vice captain’ okay tell that to the picture Tanaka posted of you karate chopping Asahi at the summer camp, or the one of you jumping like a lunatic after a match posted by Yachi. And don’t even get me started on the numerous times you encouraged Kageyama and Hinata to be idiots just to see Tsuki nearly kill them both.” I countered after finishing my bite of food.

  “Ok, almost perfect vice captain, happy. Now can we just eat and then relax.” He asked, a small yawn slipping past his smile. I nodded in agreement before finishing my food.

  After we were both done eating, I quickly cleaned up the take out containers. Having filled up on comfort foods, we both agreed that just going and cuddling was the best way to end the night. As we layed in bed drifting in and out of sleep, I whispered one last thing to the beautiful man resting in my arms. “All jokes aside, Happy birthday Koushi, you are the best thing to happen to me. I love you so much” Taking the silence as a sign that he probably was already asleep, I let sleep take over my mind as well.

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@iheartamora

[bluestarjay]

Kenhina for the soul todayyyyy

Shoyo comes upon Kenma as he pets a cat, and of course, he doesn't really think much, but he's lost, so it couldn't hurt to make conversation. He's never seen him before, but he might still be able to help! But the guy is also lost, and *wow* is he pretty. And then he can't help but notice his volleyball shoes,,, so he makes small talk (as best as he can), and discovers the boy's name is Kenma Kozume. Not only is Kenma one of the prettiest boys he's ever seen, but he plays volleyball! And he's a setter??? But then Kenma and his friends show up, and they have to say goodbye. Hinata doesn't think they'll see each other again for a while since Kenma isn't from Miyagi, but that doesn't stop him from thinking about kenma.

Kuroo hasn't seen kenma talk so much to a stranger in a while, if not ever. So what's so different about the little short kid with the ginger hair? And then Nekoma and Karasuno play against each other. 'Ah. So that's why."

Kenma wasn't sure what he had expected when shoyo told him he played volleyball, but it wasn't this. But wow. They see each other in a particular light, despite having met mere hours ago, and there's a certain fire rising between them. Definitely not love, at least not yet, but it's the beginning spark of one of those eternal flames they'd seen videos of online.

Kenma *doesn't* make a face when he plays against shoyo. But they've exchanged numbers and started talking, and early on, Kenma thinks the way shoyo texts is cute. Not in the way the girls at school are cute, more like in the way that small animals are cute. He uses emojis excessively and uses so many acronyms he doesn't know (attributed to the fact that shoyo still uses a flip phone). It gives him a headache, really. But every time he gets the special notification sound he paid for, especially for Shoyo, he actually bothers to check it.

Shoyo likes a shocking amount of the games he does, and he finds out it's because shoyo watches other people play them on YouTube because his family owns one small TV and no gaming consoles. And, shoyo told him that his mother tends to be kind of strict about his social life and is reluctant to even let him play volleyball, let alone video games. He supposed it makes sense with how bad shoyos grades are. But he couldn't imagine not being able to play video games. And when did he start thinking about shoyo so much?? He didn't even think about kuroo that much, and they'd known each other for years. It doesn't occur to kenma that he has a crush on shoyo until their next training camp with fukurodani and karasuno.

Hinata knows right away that he's enamored. His first thought when he sees kenma is that he's beautiful and then to find out he's an incredible volley all player, too? And he's a setter??? How perfect could someone be?

Kenma knows when he sees Hinata and Lev hanging out, and it makes his blood boil. He wants to shove Lev's tall ass into the mud and let him stay there. As they eat their watermelon and barbecue, he sees how Shoyo's eyes turn gold in the sunlight. It reminds him of his favorite book series, Percy Jackson, how in the second series' latest book, they find the Athena Parthenos, which holds a small statue of Nike, the goddess of victory. It reminds him of them.

Shoyo will do anything to win; he is the strongest person he knows (or at least mentally). He wants to beat karasuno. He wants to keep fighting, even though he's never wanted to so badly before. He knows it's Shoyo's fault, the way he wakes him up early at the camp to ask him to set for him, and if it were anybody else, he'd say no, but shoyo isn't anybody.

He wants to continue to analyze every player on the court, to find their weaknesses and use them to his advantage. He wants to hold Shoyo in the palm of his hand, like how Athena holds Nike, to hold victory so close to his heart. He wants the golden-ness of Shoyo to reflect onto him. He wants to be wrapped up in everything shoyo can give him. So when he sees hinata fawning over how cool and tall Lev is, he knows it's time to tell him the truth.

Kuroo has never seen him so,,, weird. Of course, kenma has always been a freak, but when he stares at lev like he's gonna strangle him (and much harder than normal), he realizes it's because he's jealous of Lev, who's hanging out with the shrimp. Kenma invites shoyo to the gym a few hours later, during which they'd kiss for the first time. Kenma realizes that this is probably how Annabeth and Percy felt when they'd first gotten together. It would never beat an underwater kiss, but a gym kiss was still pretty good.

[msby4zine]

🐾 GUEST INTRO: TSUMUSBELOVED 🖍️

We are on an Atsumu appreciation roll—Meet our next guest artist, the wonderful Tsumusbeloved!

Their favorite Haikyuu moment is Atsumu's and Oikwa's meeting in the spin-off—may the prettiest of setters win 🦊⚡️👑

[asknarashikari]

Keiichiro: And what do you have to say for yourself

Carmen: *sneaking back into the house only to be caught* At least I put back the diamond after the crooks were caught

Keiichiro: You're grounded for a week. And Kairi, I know you're behind the couch, house arrest for the next week

Kairi: *clicks his tongue* so close too

I love how this one screenshot from the one Haikyuu stage show where Yuuki Kousei was Akaashi "The Prettiest Setter" Keiji is getting so much mileage

Anyways... Ganbare, Keiji- I mean, Keiichiro

[applejuic33]

It's the prettiest setter's birthday!!

I made a mood board for him along with some headcanons

His favourite drink is coffee. He needs it to deal with Bokuto everyday

His ideal date would be an art museum probably

He loves literature especially old literature

Turtlenecks would look so good on him istg

If he notices your shoelaces are unties, he'll get on his knees and tie them for you

His favourite nickname for you would be 'My love' or 'Darling'

Imagine he annotates a book for you on your birthday

He often buys you your favourite flowers and keeps one with him so that he knows when you need new ones

[lui-vulpes5]

Happy birthday, Akaashi Keiji💜💜💜 Our prettiest setter

(I literally had it put away in my unfinished folder for a year and I finally finished it)

[kururu418]

I’ll be honest I’d love some Tony and Newt interactions only because I see them as each other’s biggest opps 😂

Tony looked up at Newt with a confident smirk on his face. “Hope you’re not lacking in practice. Would be boring if I just kept scoring on you over and over again,” he said. He wasn’t sure why he felt so competitive towards Newt. Maybe it was because their dads went at it sometimes back in the day. But for some reason, he really wanted to beat him. 

Newt blinked, and then pushed his glasses up. He definitely wasn’t as good a scorer as Olivier or setter as Beat, but if there was one thing he was confident in… 

“My blocks aren’t that easy to get by,” he said, narrowing his eyes. 

~~~~

Tony waved at Stacie Q as she stood in line to get her food with the rest of the Stacies and girls team. He then looked over towards Newt, who was standing awkwardly nearby. “Don’t go trying to flirt with my girl now Newt. I mean, I know she’s the prettiest girl at your school but-” 

“Lyric is prettier.” 

Tony blinked, looking back up towards him. Newt now was looking at him with narrowed eyes. “What?” Tony said, raising an eyebrow. 

“Lyric is prettier,” Newt repeated, looking away with a pout. “She’s the prettiest girl in school…” 

Tony grew an annoyed look on his face. “You can’t be serious… who the heck even is Lyric?” 

“The prettiest girl at Townsville High…” 

~~~~

Tony swung forward to spike the ball, but right before contact Newt loomed over him. He panicked and tried to aim for his fingers, managing to brush it against the top of his hands and making the ball go flying back. 

“One touch!” Newt shouted, looking back. 

Yonji ran back to try and save it, but it landed out of bounds just before he could get to it. Newt and Tony both turned back towards one another, frowns on their faces. “I should have used a kill block…” Newt mentally cursed.   “I should have gone for a line shot…” Tony thought, scowling.

[saenora]

They say setters have the

✨prettiest dicks✨

LMAO NOT THE TIMING KISAAA 😩😩 AND NOT IS ADDING STARSS TTTTT

[kananekocat]

Hbd to the prettiest setter 😙 (and Matsukawa ig... /j)