#hinata shoyo fanfic

[utahimeow]

head over heels — shoyo hinata

summary — at an msby match, shoyo hinata catches your eye. apparently, you catch his too.

pairing — shoyo hinata x gn!reader

warnings — none

word count — 1k

author’s note — this was meant to be a drabble??

Shoyo Hinata literally falls for you.

The Black Jackals are dominating the match–unsurprising for a team known for their aggression, of course. But from your courtside seat, everything is so much more real. You’re almost among the players–Atsumu Miya performs his signature serve just a few feet away and you can see every wrinkle on his shirt.

Every detail on the players’ faces becomes crystal clear. Every point lost is so much more devastating. Every dive to save the ball is that much more dramatic.

There’s Shoyo Hinata. Number twenty-one. Down here, his charm radiates outwards like rays from the sun. He beams triumphantly after a successful spike and your heart skips a beat. Pretty bronze eyes sparkle, wrinkling at the edges because that’s just how hard he’s smiling. You’ve had a soft spot for the opposite hitter ever since you started following the Jackals two years ago.

From up higher in the stands or on a screen, he leaps high, but down on the ground he soars, far higher than you can even comprehend. The hard muscles of his thighs and calves ripple as the notorious Little Giant touches three metres with ease and slams the ball down. The whistle blows before you’ve even realised he’s scored.

It’s Koutarou Bokuto’s turn to serve. Somehow he’s even bigger and broader than you thought. To your surprise, he doesn’t service ace. The other team barely manages to get the ball up.

Their setter sets up for a quick, but dumps it, but Miya saves it in a dive. It’s up again. Bokuto attempts a straight. Their libero receives it. The setter has it. The hitter slams it to the back of the Jackals’ court. Bokuto receives it but it flies back–it’s coming to you.

You blink, and just like that, Shoyo Hinata is sprinting full speed towards the ball–towards you–diving just a foot away from you and he succeeds. The ball bounces off his thumb and it’s back up.

He pulls himself to his feet but he freezes for a moment. His eyes meet yours and they’re filled with such a ferocity, such a fierce determination unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It sends chills down your spine, leaving your breath catching in your throat. For a split second you swear a grin flickers on his lips, then concentration falls over his pretty features again and he’s dashing back to the court.

Your eyes don’t leave him for the entire rest of the game. And maybe it’s all in your head, but you’d bet your life on the fact that he keeps stealing glances at you. It’s not like he’s looking at his teammates–you’re sat directly behind him. There’s nothing for him to look at. Well, except you.

In the final set, the Jackals are at match point, yet their opponents refuse to let up. Each team fights to keep the ball in the air. In the end, the Jackals are victorious with one of Bokuto’s spikes.

The crowd cries and hollers as the winning team huddles up. You’re on your feet, cheering them on with pride buzzing through your veins. Then it happens again–through the growing crowd of players celebrating on the court, Hinata’s gaze locks on you. All red and gleaming with sweat, he smiles bright as always, then he’s being pulled to the bench to recover.

A lady informs you that some of the players will be over soon to greet fans and you freeze. Somehow you’d forgotten about the poster you’d brought in hopes that you’d get it signed. Your excited buzz quickly gets replaced with a pit in your stomach. You’re going to see Hinata up close.

He starts a couple of people down your row, but that only means you have more time to get nervous. With each person that he chats to, your hands get shakier and shakier. You’re playing out the possible scenarios in your head, considering the things you can say, and ask, and how you should act, and–

“Hi.” It’s Hinata. Your favourite MSBY Black Jackals player. Somehow it’s your turn already.

“Hi!” you say, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

“I’m Shoyo… um, Shoyo Hinata,” he says. He’s still smiling. god, His eyes are so warm. His hair is so pretty, even when it’s all messed up after playing. He’s shorter, yes, but he’s so… buff. Extremely buff. His biceps bulge as he runs a hand through the front of his hair.

“I know,” is what you reply, laughing to hide the fact that you want to curl into a ball.

He laughs too and oh, your entire face grows hot and your heart is beating in your ears and he’s staring at you gently but somehow it’s so intense.

“Do you think you could sign this for me?” you ask once you eventually pull yourself from your daze by reminding yourself that you can’t possibly embarrass yourself in front of Shoyo Hinata. You’re pulling the poster and a sharpie from your bag as you ask him.

“Yes! I can do that, definitely,” he replies. “What’s your name?”

You could melt.

You squeak out the syllables of your name and he scribbles down a message, then his signature, then he pauses.

“…I was gonna sign my number, but then I didn’t wanna be creepy,” he chuckles. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you the whole game though. So I’ll be polite and ask if I could have your number? Only if you don’t have a boyfriend! Sorry for assuming, uh...”

You wave him off, your cheeks burning and the world around you spinning a little.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, don’t worry. You played pretty well, so I guess you can have my number,” you tease, giggling a little as you hand him your phone.

Once he’s put his number in, he hands the phone back and you shoot him a text to say it’s you. When you look up, he’s grinning the exact way he did when he won his game.

“I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

[sunnysanae]

chase | hinata shoyo

syn. it's the summer after graduation, the summer before your friend leaves. you were thinking the two of you could fly a little higher, what's the problem with that? an. shoyo and the reader stay as friends, i wanted this to be a friendship fic genre. fluff/angst, gn! reader wc. 1.0k+

the sound of giggles and waves blissed around your body. irresponsibly splashing sea water at each other, and running back and forth from the sand. crystal blue cooling around your knees, as the heated ball of sun above you all gently grazes on your skin. today, you were spending your precious summer holiday with the friends who have supported you most through high school. each memorable moment you've had in the past years, shared with each other; the embarrassing moments, the laughs, the cries. today was just one more.

you ran to catch the blue and yellow ball, racing and sliding over to the left-hand side of the court. extending both your arms and gripping your thumbs to bump the ball. the ball of orange hair behind you swiftly moving, then launching a large jump, successfully spiking the ball over to the other side.

"buam!" you hear a sound almost resembling a fart. passing your vision to the other side of the net, where you spot the raven-haired boy with a shade of black looming over his features, furiously rubbing at his head.

ah, the forceful beach volleyball had violently assailed kageyama's head. the said boy looked as if he was about to plan the assassination of the citrus-headed spiker, dragging his feet to join the tsukishima under the umbrella. you bounced back onto the sand and held onto your stomach, hair splaying into the sand. Your laughter never seemed to come to an end.

raising your elbow to extend a hand from your current position, offering hinata a high-five. then, reverting back to lying flat on the baked sand, patting on the spot beside you to signal hinata to join you. the boy lazily dropped himself down to the beach mattress beside you, smiling. "good shot shoyo" you sent him a tart remark, winking. you enjoyed the untroubled state you were living in, spending time with friends. the realisation that this was the last time you were meeting up with your precious companions struck you like a brick. every single one of you was going to pursue the dreams and aspirations that you held ever so close to your hearts. adulthood intruded on your life in an unsettling way, but it exposed you to so many amazing opportunities. though with new opportunity came the readiness to sacrifice, in this scenario the people you love and trust.

"hey, name?" hinata began to speak, "'ya alright?" noticing the grimace in your expression. the silly joyful mood changing into one of worry. "yeah." you made out, fluttering open your eyes to the blazing sun and the sunny boy resting beside you. as if he was able to sense your worry, he gave you a comforting look. his lightly tanned, slender fingers reached over to a strand of your hair colour locks, brushing through it carefully in a pacifying way. his other hand making its way to yours, warmly cupping them, the heat from his palms convecting the back of your hand.

the sensation resembled the moment you step foot into a café with heating in the cold winter. like the sensation of melting into a hot bath. hinata's warmth cleared your worries and provided you strength, just as he always has through the difficult times you've persisted through together. almost as if he was trying to assure you that friends would always be there for each other; how he would be there for you. "'mm. everything's gonna be alright." he hummed, lilting his familiar energized voice.

you closed your eyes to reminisce on this moment, inhaling deeply and contracting your diaphragm. if you were granted permission, you would wish to stay in this moment forever. things didn't have to come to an end. breathing in deeply the sweet scent of tangerine and the salty aroma of the sea. the sweet scent of tangerine? you took two more sniffs to find the origin of the fragrance. "shoyo?" you whispered. "'hm?" he piqued, raising from his spot, leaning over to front you. "you stole my cologne?" forcing your voice into a stern tone, glancing sharply at the boy. his soft look morphed into one of mortification, pupils constricting, with a berry haze powdering his sunburnt cheeks. rapidly responding with agility, leaping to start a sprint. tightly gripping the blue bottle in the right pocket of his beach shorts. grinning sheepishly to you, and blasting off to a run. he tried to choke back the cackle, holding his cramped ribcage. you hunted him from the warm sand into the cold water, throwing residue of both in his direction. "name, is this really necessary?" he shouted, running to hide behind the umbrella where tsukishima darted him an annoyed eye. he coughed on his chuckles while taking some seconds to restore his breath. none of which wiping the sneer off his features. "if you think it isn't necessary, then stop running!" you rolled your eyes, retorting with sass. what he took was tom ford! and so, he hopped into another trial of escape. prancing, galloping and pelting in the direction of the lapis water once more; breathy laughs exhaled into the pure air, messing with your smile. thus you would set off to pursue him again, shuffling closer to your bright star shining atop the horizon line. your chase would continue, your feet bristling to follow his footsteps on the cornsilk beach. just as these good times have been and always will be.

instead of worrying what comes next, you'll enjoy the present moment. you were no longer troubled by what was to come, or how far you would be from your buddies. there was a tacit understanding that with every challenge you face, and every conflict that arises, hinata would be there by your side.

no matter the distance between the two of you, the warmth of his hand will forever have its imprint clutching on yours; and no matter where you will go, you'll always be able to hear his laughter. the distance was never something that distanced the two of you; so may the both of you fly high to reach your goals and aspirations. may the chase to reach the stars never end.

in the end, you were thinking, 'the two of you could always fly a little higher, what's the problem with that?' as the two of you circled each other in the cyan water, under the smouldering sun.

[suw4]

Your Voice

Hinata Shoyo from Haikyuu!!

an/tw: i feel like this isn't my best work but i hope you like it anywaysssssss

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Shoyo came running up the stairs towards the rooftop. His boyfriend was waiting for him upstairs to eat lunch together. He was running late due to a mini receiving practice with Sugawara. Once he'd arrived, he saw the [h/c] head sitting quietly on the bench. Looking down to his unopened bento box. Shoyo smiled widely and ran up to him.

"[N/n]!!" he shouted even though the male couldn't hear him. Jumping onto the male and hugged him ever so excitedly. [Name] laughed at his highly energetic boyfriend and hugged him back. "Sorry, I'm late! Sugawara-senpai asked me to stay back for a while for practice," Shoyo signed as he spoke. "It's okay. Shall we eat?" [Name] signed back and the other nodded.

They both happily ate lunch together until Shoyo jolted up, remembering something. He looked at his lover with such determined eyes--mouth full of food. He laid the bento onto his lap and slid himself closer to the other. "I want to introduce you to my team! Is that okay?" he signed excitedly, a smile lingered on his face steadily. [Name] paused, the tip of his chopsticks in his mouth as he stared at Shoyo. He took a couple of minutes to think about it and eventually gave in to his request. He gave Shoyo a subtle nod, along with a small smile. "Why not?" he signed.

Adrenaline rushed through the shorter male's body. He hopped off the bench with his bento in his hands. "Really?! Then, I'll introduce you later during practice. Okay?!" he proposed. This time, he was jumping on the spot. [Name] chuckled, holding Shoyo's hand with his. "Calm down.." he spoke up, words slurring close together, but Shoyo was able to make it out. He retracted his hand and signed, "I can't read your lips if you speak too fast,"

"Oh, sorry!" the decoy quickly apologized by making a gesture of pinching the bridge of his nose, then opened his hand with fingers closed, and he lowered it with a slight bow. He grinned at his boyfriend before hugging the life out of him. He then continued to ramble on about what he had planned for the meet-up.

Soon enough, it was already practice time. Shoyo waited for [Name] outside his class. Bouncing on the spot as excitement filled him. Watching the taller male packing his bag with a huge smile. Once he was ready, he intertwined his hand with the other, dragging the poor boy out towards the volleyball gym.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Shoyo yelled as he slid the gym doors open. Capturing all the attention from everyone in the place. "Oh! Hinata! It's okay!" the silver head third year assured, walking towards the couple. "Who's this? Are you recruiting new members?"

"Oh, no! He can't play. This is my boyfriend, [L.Name] [Name]!" he proudly announced, squeezing the [h/c] head's hand.

The others began crowding around the couple and asking questions. Curious about their relationship and such. While they converse, Kageyama was fiercely observing the boy that Shoyo brought in. The stare was so intense that Tsukishima, who stood not far from him, thought he was planning murder. "Oi, are you going to stare at him until your eyes pop out? Or are you tragically in love with shrimp's partner?"

The setter snapped out of his gaze and glared at the other. "Shut up," he told him off, looking back at [Name]. "I was wondering why he looked familiar," he paused, recalling his memory. "Yukigaoka Junior High's number 7. A middle blocker. One of Hinata's teammates that I played against," he noted, placing his finger on his chin. Tsukishima hummed in response,not really caring much.

Suddenly, the blue haired setter felt chills down his back. He heard a snicker beside him. "Seems like he heard you over all that noise," the blonde gave him a snarky look. Kageyama looked up to see [Name] staring at him like a killer pin pointing his next target. It was a look that he was familiar with. [Name] was the same person who punched his face after the game ended with his team winning against his.

Kageyama grabbed onto the net as he leaned down to Shoyos's height. "What have you been doing for the last three years?" he taunted the shorter male. Unfortunately, [Name] had overheard him, and it prompted him to swing a hard punch towards the blue haired male's face. Yelling and screaming at him while his teammates had to hold him back.

"Who do you think you are to say that, dickhead? Damn asshole! Don't you dare question his abilities!" [Name] continued to scream while glaring at the setter who was holding his nose in great pain while getting off the floor with a couple of his teammates' help.

The middle blocker got kicked out from making such a commotion and inflicting violence on the opponent team. The competition had to be put on hold for a moment.

"Oh! [L.Name], I remember you! You were the middle blocker that played in the Junior High game last year, right?" Daichi asked him. [Name] glanced up and gave him a short nod. "That's right! You were that tall dude who was blocking Kageyama's team like a maniac!"

"Yeah!!! [N/n] was so cool!! I owe him a lot for most of the points we scored!" Shoyo began jogging on the spot, pumped up with energy. "Why isn't he playing volleyball then?" Kageyama's voice dominated over the others. Causing everyone to look at him. Dampening the lively mood that that the decoy created. [Name] nudged his boyfriend's arm, arching a brow. Wanting to know what's happening. "Kageyama wants to know why you aren't continuing playing volleyball," he signed, catching everyone off guard.

"He's deaf," Shoyo turned back to face them while signing it for his lover too. The [h/c] haired sighed softly and crossed him arms. Used to this situation. "Oh, I'm sorry, Hinata. We didn't know. No wonder you kept answering the questions," the captain apologized while bowing at them out of respect. The volleyball club followed along. [Name] read Daichi's lips and showed a smile. "It's okay," he muttered. Easing everyone's guilt. "Yep! [N/n] doesn't mind it! He's very cool!" he let out a light hearted laugh, clinging on to the said male's arm.

"Wahh.. You guys are adorable! [L.Name], why didn't you tell me you are with Hinata?!" Yachi joined in. Trying her best to communicate through whatever she had learnt so far for sign language. [Name]'s eyes widened a little. Touched that she was learning to sign. "Oh? Yachi, you know [N/n]?" Shoyo tilted his head. "Yachi is my classmate, Sho," [Name] replied for the blonde then smiled at her. He was about to sign back but he thought of how difficult it would be for her to understand. So he loosen his bag from his shoulder and took out a notebook and a pen. Writing down what he wanted to say.

"Shoyo is very passionate for volleyball so I let him practice as much as he can. I want to see him be the next Little Giant!" the female first year read out loud. Everyone else was moved by his words. Shoyo looked up at his boyfriend with trembling lips. Falling in love with him all over again. "[N/n]..." he whined.

The day continued on with practice. A singular chair was set for [Name] to sit on and watch. He was mesmerized. He didn't get to see Shoyo play for so long. There was a drastic change with his speed, his skills. Even his jump is higher. He felt chills run down his back. It was thrilling, amazing. So amazing that he was jealous. It wasn't Shoyo that he was jealous of, but his teammates. People around him. He watched the tangerine landed onto the wooden floor after making a good score with his spike. Bouncing around Kageyama. Obviously, he couldn't hear what he's rambling about but he knows that Shoyo was praising the heck out of that boy. He let out a quiet sigh and leaned back against the chair.

Practice has finally ended and [Name] told his partner that he'll wait for him outside. Once he was out, Kiyoko walked up to Shoyo and gave him a light tap. Causing him to stop untying the net. "Oh Shimizu-senpai? Is there something wrong?"

"Hinata, I've noticed that [L.Name] was a little sad when he was watching the match. Is he alright?" the third year question, concerned for the male. "[N/n]..? I'm... not sure. Uh- I'LL LEAVE EARLY TODAY!" he announced loudly, rushing out the gym and straight towards the club room to change. Packing his stuff up and made his way to his boyfriend by the gym doors.

The male stood in front of the other, huffing for air. "[N/n], is something wrong?!" he signed. [Name] was startled a little and tilted his head. "Nothing's wrong? Why the sudden question?"

"Shimizu-senpai was worried about you. She told me you were sad! Did something happened?"

"Nothing happened, really. Should we go home now?" [Name] showed him a reassuring smile. Shoyo frowned a little but hesitantly nodded. The taller male gently grabbed his hand and intertwined with it. Lifting it up to kiss the back of his hand. "Don't worry too much.." he uttered. The other looked down and replied with a simple "Okay," while [Name] guided them forward.

As they walked together, the [h/c] haired couldn't help but reminiscence the moment where Shoyo was ecstatic upon scoring that goal. He could imagine the cheers he shouted. But he could not hear it. Why can't he hear it? Why can't he fucking hear it? He was supposed to remember it!

As the boy was having a breakdown in his head, his steps slowed down. Dragging down the other male too. Shoyo turned around, shocked to see his boyfriend sobbing. Alerted, he moved closer and wiped away [Name]'s tears. "What's wrong, [N/n]. Why are you crying??" he asked whilst cupping the other's face. [Name] replied with slurs of shaky words.

"I-I can't remember y-your voice,"

[304blur]

"he'd be the type of guy to.." haikyuu edition ♡

notes: NOT proofread, i wrote rhis at 1:50am just some thoughts, all will be written with timeskip versions of them in mind. fem reader just cause also i chnaged title cuz it sidnt make sense LMAO

warning/s: NONE

genre: fluff

characters: hinata shoyo, kozume kenma, kageyama tobio, miya atsumu

hinata would be the type of guy to let your dates go unplanned (in a good way!!!) ypu guys get to do whatever you'd like, unrestrained. if you wanna go to a goodwill/thrift store and find cool items, he'd happily go with you. he'll also secretly get you some things that you stared at for too long. like those sparkly pink cowboy boots, a music box where instead of a ballerina spinning it's a middle finger, and a bikini that barely covers anything. then after buying those, you'd go in your car, and he'd hide them under the car seat, but the bikini's straps stick out from under the seat, and you go "what the fuck is that??" so he has no choice but to bring out the bag filled with the stuff you looked like you wanted, and surprised you early. do you want to go to an indoor volleyball court? hinata rented one just for the two of you to play. but you never got to play anything, you two are busy running around, playing hide and seek in the surprisingly large building. yes, for other people, things don't always go to plan. but for you two? you make the best out of unplanned surprises.

kenma would be the type of guy to really REALLY appreciate all of your pitiful efforts to pay him back for what he buys you. he loves, LOVES spoiling you, spending his CEO money on you is his love language. even though he acts a little nonchalant about it, he always loves seeing the smile on your face when he bought you something you've wanted for so long. but, you'd feel bad about what he's spending on you, and the effort he puts into working so hard 24/7, and going with you to the mall and buying you everything. so, you decide to repay him in different ways! like baking cookies that took you all day to bake but they taste bitter, but he still eats all of them in one sitting. you made him lots of origami flowers, he'd have it displayed in his room, without a single speck of dust landing on the paper, he knows that you feel guilty about him spending lots on you so you do these things, he keeps telling you that what he's spending on you isn't going to make a dent in his bank account, but you still wouldn't listen. (he secretly freaks out if you do things for him)

kageyama would be the type of guy to learn about anything you're into, and he'd teach you about what he's into in return. if you like a certain singer/band, and you love to quote a line from a song/an inside joke, he's going to be curious about it, and eventually, he'll start quoting it too, (at the start, he usually had trouble deciding whether or not the situation you're in would apply, but he's quoting that lyric/inside joke like he knows that band/singer better than you do.) he taught you volleyball, do you love spiking? he'd set for you, and you'd drive that ball home. do you prefer setting? he's gonna make you attend setter bootcamp, on god he's gonna turn into your coach instead of your boyfriend. you like blocking? he'd make sure he'd get his hits past your blocks, and of course tell you all sorts of positions you put your hands in if you want to change the trajectory of the ball, or completely shut it out. do you like recieving? he'll throw different types of serves your way so you'll learn how to recieve all of them perfectly. or if you'd love serving more, he'd be teaching you how to get service aces and eventually be better at serving than his team (according to him). he may be a pro volleyball player, but that doesn't mean he won't make time for you.

atsumu would be the type of guy to relax and pamper yourselves in his free time. despite his loud and rowdy personality, you and mr japanese barry b benson with a kansai accent, oftentimes go to spas, and get massages, facial treatments, all that good stuff. then he'd take you out to a hot spring after a major tournament is over, the steaming water helping to relax, and also give his skin some benefits too! after all, he's a volleyball player that has the looks of an idol, he has a face and body he has to maintain. if you guys don't want to go out, he'll look up recipes for diy mud masks to apply to eachothers faces, maybe even bringing out a stash of facemasks from his skincare mini frige and watch a movie together while waiting for the facemask to dry out. you're pretty lucky to have a skincare boyfriend, since you have never had a single skin problem ever since you started dating him. if there's an event you two will be attending, he'll prioritize the both of you looking and feeling fresh. you two would be the couple with the clearest skin in the room.

[corvid007]

Hinata and Bokuto seem like the kinda guys who would be like, “you look really down, you wanna borrow my girlfriend! she always makes me feel better🥰” but also be kinda pouty and possessive once someone does ‘borrow’ their girlfriend lmao

[koushuwu]

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MSBY!shoyo who has always had a very lively personality, having more than once been referred to as a “sunshine boy”. by many a different person, mind you. so of course it’s only natural that he’d be one to very much enjoy the party scene with his fellow black jackals.

MSBY!shoyo who finds himself the life of the party, with his drawing personality, his carefree demeanor, his quick radiant smiles and his fiery passion. with bokuto by his side especially, it was hard to believe anyone could not enjoy themselves. that is, of course, unless they were sakusa, who’d generally rather be home than on a night out, no matter the company. especially at atsumu’s favorite club of all places.

MSBY!shoyo who’s sending the bartender a bright smile, when he sat a drink down in front of him. “from the young lady over there.”

MSBY!shoyo who had had this happen before, but the bubbling joy never seized to erupt every single time, and he couldn’t help turning that bright contagious smile towards you across the club. his smile widening when you look away, bashful, before meeting his gaze with a fire that matched his own passion to a t.

MSBY!shoyo who got pulled back to the present by bokuto’s chiding “oh, she’s cute.” the electrifying moment crackling but never breaking, as shoyo turned to his friend and teammate with a grin as big as bokuto’s spread across his face. bokuto’s grin rivaling that of shoyo’s in contagiousness. again; unless you’re sakusa, who’d still rather be home, watching on in distaste.

MSBY!shoyo who glanced down at the cocktail in front of him, then looking back up at you. only now you were nowhere to be seen. he scanned the crowd for a glimpse of you, but between the many partygoers, he didn’t stand a chance, instead taking a sip of the vibrant cocktail in front of him. it was good. really good. and somehow that made him yearn for you to return to his line of sight.

MSBY!shoyo who found you later on the dancefloor. the bass was thumping and as he moved towards his table, and there you were. right in front of him, dancing with your friend. or he thought it was your friend. stopping in his track, he watched you spin around. and that’s when your eyes met his. for one split second, you seemed surprised to see him, but then you smiled.

MSBY!shoyo who feels entranced by the smile you sent him. by the glimmer in your eye and by the energy that surrounded you like an aura. who couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder at the draw you exuded toward him. the draw, that pulled him in, like other people had told him over the years he did to them.

MSBY!shoyo whose eyes followed your movements as you danced. who followed the move of your hands as one found his, and pulled him close. “hinata shoyo, right?”

MSBY!shoyo who knew you were a fan, the moment you said his name, but didn’t even care when you looked at him like that. who’d been with a fan on more than one occasion. it was all the same to him. a nights fun was a nights fun, no matter with whom, to him. but even so, he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t something magnetic about you. something a little out of the ordinary, compared to the rest. but no one asked, so he didn’t tell. at least, not yet.

MSBY!shoyo who couldn’t help but smile even bigger as you pulled him closer. as he pulled you closer in turn, and as you moved with him. as he moved with you.

MSBY!shoyo who despite lacking in some aspects as a kid found his rhythm fast. since going pro and since joining the black jackals. and especially since meeting atsumu and bokuto again, had learned that he, as atsumu phrased it, had moves. he knew how to move and he knew how to guide you as he did.

MSBY!shoyo who’d become so accustomed to the move of his own body on the dancefloor that he’d expected himself not to get flustered when your hand trailed over his skin. but he did. his heart may have stuttered and his movements faltered for a single moment in time. but then the next beat of the music boomed from the speakers and he’d already found his footing once more. 

MSBY!shoyo who knew it was coming, but still felt heat clouding his features when your fingers traced the nape of his neck, testing the waters as you slit them further up, burying your fingers in his beautiful red hair. whose eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time as you moved together.

MSBY!shoyo whose eyes fluttered shut when you pushed up to your toes, lips gracing his softly. he felt it in every fiber. every single cell of his being when you kissed him. when he kissed you back. who felt the entire world fall away as he let himself get lost in the moment. in the closeness and in the taste of your lips. who chased after your lips when you pulled back, that contagious smile still lingering. who opened his eyes to watch you just as you opened your mouth to speak. “i got you my favorite,” you told him. “i wanted to see what it’d taste like on your tongue.” he smiled at that and asked “and? was it to your liking?” your laugh sounded above the music, like a calling to him that he’d never known he longed for. “hmm. hard to tell.” you smiled, pulling him back in by the collar. “might need to have another taste, just to be sure.”

MSBY!shoyo who brought you with him home to his hotel that night, knowing that the tabloids would blow it up, given the chance, but he didn’t mind. shoyo lived his life and he wasn’t ashamed. not one bit and he never would be. he lived and he loved. and he did it freely. especially with someone as cute as you. so he took you to his back home to his hotel.

MSBY!shoyo who spent the entire ride back lively and brightly. not once allowing the mood to turn awkward. not once letting a single uncomfortable silence settle. not that he particularly tried to fill the silence. it was just natural to him. second nature and hadn’t it been what gravitated you towards him? who was delighted to find, that you filled up half of the space and the silence yourself, perfectly bouncing off his energy with your own. it was stunning really, and shoyo found himself drawn to you, just as well as you had been him.

MSBY!shoyo who could still taste you pleasantly lingering on the tip of his tongue as you stepped into the elevator by his side, grateful to have found the streets empty outside his hotel. who let his fingers trace the back of your hands, a lopsided smile pulling at his lips as you turned your hand and interlocked your fingers with his.

MSBY!shoyo who led the way out of the elevator. down the hall. briefly stopping before the door to his room before letting the both of you inside. the room that he thankfully had to himself. could you imagine? sharing a room with sakusa would have given the poor guy a heart attack if he’d known what was about to go down in that very room. truthfully, it probably would anyway, even if it wasn’t his room. but alas. the room was hinata’s alone and he was not about to pass that opportunity by.

MSBY!shoyo who was eager in many a setting, but for once didn’t feel any rush. no better way to get with someone, than allowing the both of you to enjoy the experience. allowing you to indulge. to have fun and take your time. that was his philosophy at least, when it came to sex. especially with one night stands. to kick things back and just enjoy. no rush. no hurry. so he led you inside, guiding you to the bed and gently setting you on the edge and dropped to his knees. not that he was about to propose, but those heels looked awfully painful.

MSBY!shoyo who lifted one of your feet from the floor and undid the strap, sliding it off. and then the other, fingers gliding over your skin in relaxed confidence. something he’d learned over the years that now came to him like second nature. 

MSBY!shoyo who couldn’t read your mind, but definitely noticed the way you admired him on the floor in front of you. who couldn’t read the thoughts on him, that went through your head. he was cute. he had energy. he had stamina. he was fun. he was passionate. he was eager. he had this air around him. confidence. that’s what you saw when you looked at him. and it was sexy. painstakingly so. all these things, something that shoyo didn’t know. but he saw the glimmer in your eye, and who was he to let you wait?

MSBY!shoyo who lifted your bare foot higher in the air, and planted a kiss at your ankle, relishing in the little visible shudder coursing through you. cute. he did it again. and again. each kiss edging just a little further up, tasting the skin of your calf.

“hina—“

“shoyo,” he said. “call me shoyo.” he looked up at you from the floor. a playful glimmer in his eye and a joyful smile at his lips.

“shoyo,” you repeated in agreement. tasting his name as if you hadn’t already put the name in your mouth numerous times before. but never like this though. never with him. always, always, always in conversation with friends. family. fans. but this? this was different.

MSBY!shoyo who relished in the sound of his name spilling from you lips. he smiled. chuckled. he looked up at you, anticipation reflected in your eyes as they followed his every move. every single one of his movements as he moved up further, kissing the side of your knee before licking a stripe up your inner thigh. the fact that you were wearing a dress, no tights, was like a gift bestowed on him as he tasted your skin. your hand shoved into his soft fiery locks as your breathing hitched when he blew his warm breath across the saliva on your leg.

MSBY!shoyo who, despite being eager and energetic, took the time stop and make sure you actually wanted this. who asked you more than once if you were sure. if you were okay with anything he did. because you may have wanted him when you left the club with him, but that didn’t mean you still did. shoyo was a free spirit and a respectful one at that. so he asked. and once he’d got you splayed out on his hotel bed, clothes discarded on the floor, he asked you again. but this time, he asked you something different.

“What do you want me to do?” his breath against your skin sent a shiver through your body as goosebumps rose across your flesh. this time not a ‘are you sure?’, ‘do you still want this?’ or a ‘are you feeling okay?’ but simply a request for you to indulge him. to play with him.

“touch me,” you told him, the alcohol in your system stripping you of any embarrassment sober you might’ve felt by speaking your mind like this. but tipsy you? tipsy you wanted his hands on your body and tipsy you weren’t afraid to say so.

“where?” he asked. “if we’re gonna do this, we might as well have a good time, yeah?” it was more of a statement than a question really, because it was simple. of course you might. and that was the thing shoyo really wanted most. to ensure that the both of you were having the best time that you could on this one night together. you were just about to reply when a mischievous glimmer played in his eyes. “here?” he asked, bringing his hands up to cup your tits. you nodded when he pinched one nipple between his fingers. that made his lips split in a big, beautiful, blinding grin. then he dipped and took your other nipple between his lips and suckled.

there was a breathy sound escaping your lips when his teeth graced the sensitive nub, making your back arch off the bed. he did it again, rolling your other nipple between his fingers at the same time.

“shoyo–” you whined, the last note drawing out as his tongue flicked around your nipple. he looked up at you and finally released you, tongue sticking out and a little bit of spit trickling onto your exposed skin. the glimmer in his eyes was captivating. entrancing. the smile on his face was dazzling. drawing. he was looking at you, as if you were quite literally the only woman in the world, and even if he might not be yours to keep, it never felt forced. maybe because to him, at that moment, you were in fact very much the only woman that mattered, and he absolutely made sure that you felt it.

“where?” he asked you again, this time pausing to let you reply. to let you tell him what and where you wanted him to touch. and so you did. you took his hand in yours and guided it down. down. down. down. until his fingers rested against your sex.

“here,” you said and he grinned back at you. drawing indeed.

“oh? this pretty little lady?” he asked, letting his fingers slide between your folds, feeling the slick against them. “happy to oblige,” he said. you sucked in a breath as his digits danced over your clit. he was good. really good. the playful melody of his fingers was lighthearted. fun. good. perfect. something so different to anything you’d ever tried with any one night stand before, and for a moment you couldn’t believe your luck, that he’d taken you home. you. out of all the people he could have pulled from the bar, he’d picked you. a fan of his no less. the next moment you remembered that you had indeed been pretty straightforward with you advantages from the very start. but who could blame you really? the guy was cute as hell. little did you know that shoyo really hadn’t planned on taking anyone home at all. he never did when these sort of things happened. but your straightforward approach had been exactly what captivated him. you’d let him have a glance, but you hadn’t pushed. not until he was right there in front of you again. and at that point, he’d already been looking for you for hours. the trap already snapped closed, even if you’d never truly expected it to play out like that. but it did.

the temperature rose like a crescendo between the two of you. a moan fell from your lips and shoyo smiled. his eyes locked onto your and held your gaze in place. there was something about the way he looked at you right then, that made it feel impossible for you to look away. so you didn’t.

“give me your hand,” he prompted, reaching out. you placed your hand in his, gaze still interlocked with his. fingers slid gingerly over your skin as he let them glide from your hand, up to your wrist, circling it softly. drawing your hand towards him, he opened his mouth, tongue sticking out. his thumb grazed your palm, then pressed lightly. you straightened your fingers at his silent command. you couldn’t help but feel drawn in by him as he put your fingers to his mouth, tongue sliding in between them. around them. pulling them in. he was mesmerizing. even more so than you’d ever imagined, watching him play or participate in interviews. like he was a completely different league.

as much as you probably could have tried to keep your voice back, you didn’t. you mewled. you keened. and he hadn’t even entered you yet. he hadn’t entered you yet. he should– he bit down gently on your knuckles, and you whined as you felt yourself tightening around nothing. he should–

“shoyo–” you whined. again. but you didn’t care. because you were here and he was here and you were together and that’s what mattered. “inside, too. please,” you pleaded. and he smiled, removing your fingers from his mouth.

“okay,” he agreed. he didn’t press inside. instead he shifted in the bed, placing himself on his knees between your legs. and that’s when your eyes grew wide, because with your hand pressed to the mattress, his fingers caressed your skin. from your wrist, down the inside of your forearm, making you shudder. then, down the side of your ribs, over your hip and then to your thigh. he pushed it down. out. and then he did something you hadn’t expected him to. gaze still trained on yours, he let a dribble of spit fall from his lips. the cold, wet sensation sent a pleasurable ripple through your body. from your very core and through every little inch, ebbing out as it reached your fingertips. goosebumps broke out across your skin, amplified only by the way he looked at you. and looked at you. you looked back. captivated. as if you couldn’t truly look away. lacing his fingers between yours on one hand, the other found your pussy again, tracing through the slick of his own spit and your arousal.

“last chance to back out,” he said when one finger pressed against your entrance. it was soft. imødekommende. understanding. but you just shook your head. you wanted him, and he clearly wanted you.

“not gonna happen,” you told him, tone equally soft. a little teasing. he grinned. he did that a lot, you noted. and then he pressed inside.

shoyo was as giver. he enjoyed the playful thrill of pleasuring his partner. of giving, and giving, and giving. making his partner feel good. happy. it was a feeling like no other. and that was exactly the feeling he reveled in, that very moment, as he worked you open. as he stretched your pussy, first making room for one more finger, and then as he slowly thrust them into your heat, again and again.

your own grip tightened in his, moan after whine after mewl after whimper spilling into the scorching air around you, mixing in with his labored breathing, in a wondrous, beautiful symphony. rising and falling in perfect harmony, the filthy squelches of his fingers picking up pace, bullying into you, making for the steady bass of the sweet orchestration.

somehow, shoyo knew exactly how to angle his fingers to hit just that perfect spot inside. to go just deep enough. honestly that should not have been legal. and yet somehow he managed it.

the hold around your hand loosened, but only long enough for shoyo to nestle the palm of his own hand against the back of yours, digits once again slipping between yours, and squeezed it lightly. it tingled. you didn’t know why, but it did. every little bit of skin that he touched was buzzing, as if electric. charged. charged like the feeling in the pit of your stomach; rising expectantly. reaching. stretching towards the peak of crescendo, each tone strumming higher and higher in pitch. shoyo curled his fingers, thumb caressing your hand as he continued to pump into you. you hadn’t expected him to make you cum, honestly. not because you thought he’d be bad in bed, but first times and one night stands often left a lot to be desired for you, because you simply didn’t know each others bodies well enough. so you hadn’t expected him to manage it. at the very least not this fast. but you felt the rise, rapidly approaching the climax you hadn’t been prepared for. but when he brushed deep inside you once more, you welcomed it, as it washed over you in a delicious flow of heat. it wasn’t fireworks going off inside. it wasn’t an earth shattering crash of pleasure snapping in your core. it was warm, comforting pleasure rolling through you like the waves lapping at the shore on a quiet summer night, and it was perfect. shoyo smiled at the sound of his name, softly sliding off your tongue like a contented sigh. he held you until the waves of pleasure ebbed out, thinning to a pleasant hum.

“good?” he asked you when he sensed you were back. that you’d come down from your high.

“good,” you confirmed, voice soft and flashed him a lazy grin of your own.

“good,” he said, lifting your hand to his lips. they were soft. softer than any guy’s lips you’d ever felt, as he kissed the palm of your hand. then he kissed it again. “i’m glad,” he said, breath hot as it spread against your wrist before his lips pressed against it. your skin tingled. the sensation sending new heat surging down your spine. spreading and once more made you long for his touch. for more. for him. shoyo seemed to sense the charged atmosphere. the way you looked at him, because he chuckled as he kissed your wrist once more.

“shoyo,” you said, and he looked at you, still standing tall between your thighs.

“hm?”

“instead of my wrist, maybe you could kiss me instead. or better yet, you could fuck–” your words cut off when he pressed leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. he guided your hand into his hair as he kissed you, just as you’d asked. his warm cock bumping against your abdomen as he adjusted over you. the kiss was short and he pulled back, nipping at your lower lip as he did. you chased his lips, but he just grinned at your efforts.

“that’s just want i wanted to hear,” he told you and then kissed you again. and again. and again and again and again. and even through kisses, it didn’t take long before shoyo had successfully slid the rubber in place, tip now excitedly slipping through the wetness of your cunt. “how do you want it?” he asked you, and there was another shiver rippling through you. you never thought you’d get excited by talking in bed, but the the way shoyo did it was– well it was hot. incredibly so. something about the way he considered you, even for a one time fling. the sheer confidence of his bright and attentive aura. it gave you the confidence as well, to be free and to ask of him exactly what you wanted.

“from behind,” you said. “i like it from behind.”

“alright, princess. turn around,” he told you. it wasn’t a command. a simple instruction that you found yourself eager to follow. and so you did, feeling his gaze on you as you did. he was admiring you. every single inch of skin. every curve, crevice and crease as you turned. you were beautiful in every sense of the word to him, honestly. he let you settle into the position that was the most comfortable for you, and didn’t touch you before then. as you rested against the bed, ass raised in silent invitation, he finally did touch you. one single finger traced the curve of your spine, from between your shoulders and all the way down to your tailbone. featherlight and burning hot at the same time. he drew circles across your skin before finally resting his palm against your hip. with the other, he lined himself up with your entrance, and then stopped.

“shoyo. fuck me, please.” you told him, before he had the time to ask if you were sure. if you were ready. if you were comfortable, or anything else along those lines. you’d have to admit that it was insanely hot that he did so, but right now– right now you wanted nothing more than for him to get inside you, and you were not going to waste any more time than absolutely necessary before you got what you wanted. shoyo clearly got the memo, because his hold tightened on your hip and his cock pressed against your cunt, stretching as it pushed inside. slowly. slowly. ever so slowly. but oh so absolutely delicious and despite your impatience to have him sheathed inside of you, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

MSBY!shoyo who never had any second thoughts about having sex with a fan. he lived and he loved freely, and he wasn’t going to let anyone stop him from doing just that, for as long as he was single. and so he chose to love you, that night. to give you everything you wanted. to give you all of him that you wanted.

MSBY!shoyo who’d done this kind of thing more than once. and who’d had a night partner slip him their number before they left more than once as well. but this time. maybe. just maybe, he’d keep it. this time. maybe. just maybe, a one night stand could be allowed to turn into a two nights stand. or maybe. just maybe–

*:･ﾟ✧ thank you for reading ♡

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Haikyuu #1 -Cuddling

Characters Included: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Kuroo Tetsuro, Kenma Kozume

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A/n: I feel a little bad because Hinata's looks to be the shortest 💀 There may be a part 2 for the other characters I write for if anyone wants it. Also the masterlist is for all the things I write for, just go to Haikyuu and you can find the characters there as well as the subsections of themes. I still need to write different Headcanons for the themes.

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SHOYO HINATA

He's so touchy with you

There's just something he loves about wrapping himself around you like a Koala

Yes, Koala style. That's the type of cuddler I see him as

Just resting his head in the crook of your neck after training >>>> anything else

He appreciates being close to you so much. Your his biggest fan and he's yours, so he wants to stay close to you constantly, 24/7

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

He's not particularly touchy

That's not to say he doesn't appreciate it, of course he does

He just doesn't crave it unless he's in a terrible mood.

He cradles your head in his arms and keeps a hand on your waist, and he doesn't let go.

Yes, he isn't touchy, so his hands won't move. But he has and IRON grip on you. He isn't going anywhere anytime soon.

He does like to feel your warmth radiating off of you, reminds him of what your mutual feelings actually feel like

Basically he associates the idea of you to warmth

ATSUMU MIYA

He tries to pull a 'cool guy' act of not really caring and only doing it because you asked, but he's an absolute cuddlebug

He loves being in your arms most of all

After a difficult day, an argument with Osamu, just getting to rant to you

And you don't speak until he asks you two, you just listen and rub his back or card your hands through his hair.

He has his hands around your hips and buries his face into your chest, just to breathe you in

And when he's done with whatever he's talking about, he'll look up at you with the most content smile.

OSAMU MIYA

He's another one that loves being in your arms rather than you being in his arms.

Loves having you play with his hair

Unlike Atsumu, he stays silent. It's your quiet time together. You don't often get it when you're around other people, especially his brother.

He does however curse his inability to move when he's cuddling with you, he gets soooo hungry but just can't drag himself away.

He puts one of his legs over you and places his head on your shoulder.

He falls asleep there at least 3 times a week. Guaranteed.

When you feel down, he's immediately around you. His big arms bringing him close to his chest, he wants you to feel the kind of comfort you give him.

KUROO TETSURO

He'll lie down flat and just drag you down to lie on his chest

He always cuddles before sleep, he literally can't sleep without it. He doesn't really remember what he did before he discovered cuddling with you.

Knocked out. Gone. He's not present, once he's got you in his arms

Sometimes he'll just wrap all of his limbs around you. You'll be on his chest and he'll just fling his arms and legs around you, bordering on koala style but he's more of a cage

There's no escape. This is a warning.

But in all seriousness he does just fall asleep, he's exaughsted often from training and school so he appreciates a good nap. And he loves spending time with you, even if he isn't awake

One thing that remains constant, there must be contact at all times. No arguing this, he won't except anything else

You pull away from him for any reason and he's suddenly wide awake. It could be that he's a light sleeper or it could be that he's hyper aware of what's happening around him, I'm voting for the latter.

KENMA KOZUME

Hold his hand.

He's a cuddler, yes, but hold his hand. There's just something he adores about that.

He loves the closeness to you but when he wraps an arm around you with your fingers intertwined and you pressed close to him. He feels so energetic

It fills with him a joy that gets his heart rate to practically double in seconds.

Another way he likes is with you having your arms around him and your head on his shoulder while he presses his back into your chest and he can ay his games still while having you close

Or he'll be wrapped around you while you press your back into his chest instead.

He just enjoys the close proximity to you.

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touchy — roommate!hinta shoyo x reader 

wc: 847

It was getting a little concerning. 

Hinata had moved in three months ago, but it wasn’t like he was a total stranger. You’d known him for a couple of years beforehand, and when you were both looking for roommates during college, it seemed like the obvious choice just to get an apartment together. 

And he was the perfect roommate. Which really just made this all the more upsetting for you. 

You really didn’t want to move out or have to search for another place to live. But if Hinata kept touching you like he was doing right now, you were inevitably going to develop a massive crush on him. You would have to move continents in order to maintain the friendship and not completely embarrass yourself. 

He’d always been very affectionate, even before you lived together. Always greeting you with a hug, slinging an arm over your shoulders when you were standing close to him, holding hands in crowded spaces. But ever since you’d become roommates, he’d gotten even more… touchy. And the worst part was that you were enjoying it. Had come very accustomed to it. 

Before he left for his morning runs, right around the time you’d wake up to start your day, you could expect a morning hug. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t even brushed your teeth yet, that your hair was messy and all over the place, and that you were wearing a raggedy old t-shirt as pajamas. Hinata would smile that goddamn perfect smile at you and hug you for a few seconds before leaving. 

And when he came back. Oh god. When he came back all sweaty and flushed he’d give you another hug, and you’d complain about how sweaty he was but never pull away, and he’d laugh before going off to shower and leaving you to finish your breakfast. And then he’d come and sit right next to you at the kitchen table to eat his own breakfast, literally pressed right next to you despite the other side of the table being completely empty. Lately, he’d gotten into the habit of resting his head against your shoulder while he ate, claiming he was tired from getting up so early to run. You suspected this was a lie since he was clearly a morning person, but you’d never shove him off. 

You cooked side by side. Folded laundry side by side. Watched movies on the couch every Friday night, even if Hinata’s friends invited him out to parties. When you asked why he wouldn’t go, he’d shrug and say, “It’s our movie night.”

While you were both in classes, your side felt cold. Empty. Like your body was having tiny withdrawals of the heat that Hinata’s body gave off. Except even after classes, Hinata would appear to walk home with you, slinging an arm across your shoulder, and telling you about his classes that day. 

But right now is when you had decided this was getting concerning. 

It was Saturday morning. So the night before had been movie night, and you’d both stayed up way too late binging old animated movies and fallen asleep on the couch together. You must’ve fallen asleep first because you didn’t remember even finishing the movie you were on. And Hinata must’ve been too lazy to take you both to your own beds (something he’d done before) because when you woke up you were practically lying on top of him, one of his arms around your waist and legs tangled together.

It should’ve been uncomfortable, falling asleep on the couch that barely fit you both. But he was impossibly warm, and he was still sleeping, his warm exhale tickling your face. And he looked so peaceful. 

And then realization settled in, and you realized how you were literally pressed up against him, you’d slept together (not in that way, but still) and you tried to get up off the couch without falling off of it or waking Hinata up. 

He mumbled something, making a noise of indignation (dare you call it a whine?) before pulling you closer, so your head was tucked under his chin. “Don’t wanna get up.”

You exhaled a laugh, smiling when he wiggled because of your breath hitting his neck. You were about to settle back in and go to sleep when he poked your side, making you laugh again. 

“Stop tickling me,” you exhaled, with more breath than necessary to make him laugh again. “I thought you were sleepy?”

“Not anymore,” he yawned, still not letting go of your waist or making any movements to get up. “But I still don’t wanna get up.” 

And it just felt right, to be cuddled together like this on the couch you shared, in your apartment. The fear of what it meant was melting away, and all you could think about was how warm Hinata was, how secure you felt with his arms around you. How you always felt safe around him. 

You’d have to bring it up eventually, you knew that. But for right now, none of it mattered too much.

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Cuteness overload!

Kageyama then continues to berate Hinata for being stupid but he does end up buying him a meat bun and walking him home.

“Wear a warmer coat stupid.”

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imma do haikyuu for this cause im low-key high-key nostalgic of my 2020 haikyuu phase 🥹

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YOU TRIP ON STAGE DURING YOUR GRADUATION

This was it. This was the moment you had been waiting for for as long as you could even begin to remember. All those gruesome hours counting down the seconds until you could dash off to your home were finally over. No more brain exploding math classes or dull history classes that made you want to pass out because of the teachers monotonous tone.

"(Y/N) (L/N)"

Your name was announced and with a proud giddy smile, you walked up the steps and onto the stage. Everything was going spectacularly well. You grabbed your diploma and shook the Principals hand. You began to walk down the steps and when you looked forward, you made eye contact with your friend. Wrong move because the second your eyes shifted from the floor to your friend, you tripped.

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Bursts out laughing. Like he´s deadass the type of person who laughs first then worries about you. Has literally no mercy on you. Can and *will* use this to his advantage, will not let you live this moment down for as long as he´s alive. Probably chuckles every once in a while when he thinks back on it and TRUST he thinks about it a lot.

TSUKISHIMA, Kuroo, MATSUKAWA, Hanamaki, SUNA, Atsumu, Shirabu, Tendo, Sugawara

Lets out a chuckle or two at first when everyone laughs but when you sit back down beside him, he asks if you´re okay, geniuenly concerned that you didn´t hurt yourself. When you confirm it was nothing but merely embarrassing, he grins in amusement. Might tease you a little bit BUT, he´s merciful unlike some people, and he quickly stops to save you the embarrassement.

Oikawa, IWAIZUMI, Kageyama, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Hinata, Kenma, Akaashi, Osamu, Semi

Worries THEN laughs. He´s gotta make sure you´re okay and you didn´t hurt yourself. Once you give him the okay he´ll chuckle, replaying the moment in his head and finding it quite funny actually. He quickly lets it go though, which saves you the embarrasement!

Daichi, Ushijima, Goshiki, Kita, Sakusa, Bokuto, Yamaguchi, Yachi, Kiyoko

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an/tw: TIMESKIP SPOILERS! im so thankful with all the love that the first part had gotten!!! so here's a treat for you. the writing might be a little messy but am hoping you like this

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The first-year couple sat at a nearby playground. Both of them are sitting in the seat of each swing. "I didn't know you felt that way, [N/n]," Shoyo felt guilty. He was so indulged in volleyball that he failed to focus on his boyfriend's feelings. Even though it wasn't his fault. "I didn't want you to worry. So I didn't say anything. That's why I've been avoiding watching you play,"

"Oh. I thought you were only busy with your studies..."

"I am. I mean, what else can I do when I can't play volleyball with you?" [Name] let out a dry chuckle. "Once I'm done with education, I'll find myself a good high-paying job so I can afford a hearing aid at least. I don't think I can afford a cochlear implant. That stuff is hella expensive. A little risky too since I will have to get surgery," he sighs, looking up to the star-littered sky.

Shoyo stood up and stood in front of the other. Taking his hands into his and squeezed them. "I'm sorry that you had to experience this, [N/n]. It must've been frustrating, huh?" he whispered, slowly letting go and embracing the [h/c] haired. "I'm sorry," he repeated. [Name] could feel the vibrations on Shoyo's chest. He closed his eyes and hugged the male back. "That stupid drunk driver...! If it wasn't for that idiot, you would've..." the tangerine mumbled. Aggrieved about what had happened to [Name]. Tears swell in his eyes. He felt that he could've done something. But what could he possibly have done to prevent that accident? He was only a junior high student.

[Name] parted from the hug. "Should we go home now? It's late. Your mom is most likely worried by now," he smiled softly as he signed. Reaching out to wipe Shoyo's tears. The shorter male then nodded as he let out a hum.

After a nice relaxing shower, with a small towel over his head, the [h/c] haired male entered his shared bedroom. Seeing his lover lying in bed already. Shoyo placed his phone beside his pillow and spread his arms out. Welcoming the other into bed. [Name] smiled at the sight and hurriedly climbed into his arms. Shoyo wrapped his arms around him and helped him dry his hair afterwards. [Name] laid his head against his chest. Even though he couldn't hear it, he felt it.

"I love feeling your heartbeat, Sho," he snuggled further. He could feel the vibrations sped up. He chuckled. "Are you embarrassed?" he teased, looking up at the other, whose face was flushed with light pink. "Uwah..! Why are you always so verbal when teasing me?" he whines as he covers his cheeks. [Name] laughed lightheartedly and took one of Shoyo's hands away from his face. Leaning forward to give a little peck on his lips. "Sleep," he simply gestured his right fist downwards by the right side of his head. After that, he repositioned himself. With his back against the mattress, he pulled his boyfriend onto him. Nuzzling the tangerine's fluffy locks. Shoyo exhaled in satisfaction and snuggled into the other's warmth. He bid [Name] goodnight, the other replying the same. Slowly, both of them will meet each other in dreamland.

Years passed. Shoyo had gone to Brazil to expand his skills in volleyball. During breaks, he was seen texting on his cell phone like there was no tomorrow. Refusing to remove his attention away from the screen. Oikawa, who was present, became curious and suspicious of his behaviour. Arching a brow at him, he called out. "Oii~ Hinata! What's with you and all that texting?" he asked, walking towards the said male. "Oh, Oikawa-san! I'm just texting my boyfriend,"

"Oh? Boyfriend? Since when!?" shocked, he plopped by the shorter male. Peeking over to the screen. "Since like forever! He's always busy, so you never get to see him in any high school games," he says, still replying away. The older male hummed as he watched him interact. "Oh. Quite a man you've gotten yourself!" he piped when he saw a tad bit of a photo in the chatroom However, he earned a quick glare from the other with the comment. Oikawa was slightly surprised but decided to ignore it. "Hm... How come you don't just call him?"

"He's deaf. Calls are prohibited. Anyways! Look!" Shoyo showed a picture that [Name] had just sent him. It was a picture of [Name] with Yamaguchi at the college cafeteria they were attending. Oikawa was caught off guard by this critical information about his boyfriend, but again, he decided to move on. "Ah, good for him then,"

"Mhm! I'm so proud of him! He decided to get a degree in arts in photography. There aren't many job opportunities for people like him, so..." he unconsciously showed a cheeky smile. Going back to his phone to continue communicating with his beloved boyfriend. Oikawa's expression softens. "Wow, you guys are unbelievably annoyingly cute," Shoyo laughed at that comment. "I owe him a lot. He supported me like hell. Have so much faith in me. I just want to repay him back,"

The atmosphere between them fell into a gentle breeze. It was calming. Impressed, the older male asked, "Ohh! Do you have any plans about it?" Shoyo's smile widens upon hearing that. "Yeah! I want to gather as much money as I can and get him that cochlear implant," Oikawa's eyes widened, and his back straightened. "What!?? Those things are expensive as hell!"

"I know! Once I have enough, I want to go back to Japan and surprise him with that. Now I can't wait for the day to come," he locked his phone and laid his forehead on the screen. Imagining the scenarios. He felt giddy about it. "As much as I hope for the best for you two, I don't want this to disrupt your volleyball training," the brunette says, leaning onto the palm of his hand. "It won't! I've got everything figured out!" he grinned, pumping his fist as he turned to face the older. Oikawa rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, shrimp. Now let's go eat for real!"

Two years passed, and finally, the greatest decoy was back home. His plane just landed. Stepping onto his homeland and making his way to receive his stuff. Once he walked through the gates, he took a deep breath with his eyes closed. Smells like nostalgia.

"Shoyo," a familiar gentle voice called him. He paused and turned to the direction of the sound. A clicking sound could be heard. He saw the love of his life standing there, holding up an expensive-looking camera marking him. His lips stretched into a wide, toothy smile. He started running towards him and pounced on him. Clinging onto him like a koala. [Name] let out a big laugh, locking the male tightly in his arms. "[N/N]!!!!!" Shoyo wept deafeningly. Any passerby stared at the two with a few judging and sympathetic looks.

A wave of relief rushes over him and suddenly all of his tension leaves his body. He felt lighter. A whiff of a smell that lingered on [Name]'s clothing comforted him. He smells like home.

The decoy pulled himself off his lover but his grip on [Name]'s clothes stayed. "How did you know I was coming home today?!" he exclaimed. "Oikawa-san may or may not have texted me," he giggled. "Oikawa-san? No way! I wanted to surprise you! That damn great king!! He beat me with my own boyfriend?!??" he yelled once more. At this rate, they might get kicked out by security. [Name] nudged his boyfriend. "Let's get out of here and eat lunch," he suggested, lifting a paper bag that he had with him. The volleyball player nodded and took his hand, making their way out together.

They settled down at a peaceful park. The photographer had planned a mini picnic with just the two of them. They ate with satisfaction. Shoyo leaned against his boyfriend as they watched the children play about. His cell phone beeped. He took out to see an email. His eyes widened slightly as he sat up, alerting the other. "Sho? What's going on?" [Name] asked. Shoyo's expression was full of glee. He quickly put down his bento and scooted closer to the other. "I have a gift for you!" he signed excitedly. The other male raised a brow. Shoyo then took his hands. Looking down at them and caressing them lightly before lifting them up to kiss the knuckles. "I have booked an important appointment. For you,"

"An appointment? For me?" Shoyo nodded. "I need you to clear up your schedule tomorrow because tomorrow you're going to meet your doctor to discuss about your cochlear implant," he signed each word slowly. Making sure his partner was able to understand it fully. [Name] narrowed his eyes, not believing a single word. "Are you joking with me?"

"I'm not! Look!" Shoyo picked up his phone and went through his emails. Pressing on one particular inbox and showing it to the other. It was an email from a hospital in Tokyo confirming the appointment date. [Name] read it. Reality slowly kicks in. "Shoyo, are you being for real?" his lips trembled lightly. His boyfriend nodded with a smile on his face. "Yes! I'm being so for real right now!" The [h/c] haired gazed down to his lap, clearing the lump in his throat. "Shoyo..." his voice cracked. "Thank you... Thank you..!" his tone differs every second. Filled with so much gratitude that he couldn't stay composed. Shoyo moved himself to sit right by his side and wrapped an arm around his arm. Letting [Name] lean against him. His head lying on the other. "Shoyo... I love you so much," he declared. The other hummed as he responded, "I love you too, [N/n]," The tangerine-haired then reached up to graze his knuckles along his boyfriend's cheeks. [Name] rubbing lightly against his touch. Earning for more. "I know you wanted to get them yourself but I can't let you. You've been such an amazing boyfriend to me and I just wanted to repay you," [Name] read his lips, showing an assured smile. "You're such an amazing boyfriend to me too, Sho,"

The appointment went well. The doctor was patient and nice. The doctor informed them that [Name] must meet the requirements and go through a few tests if he's suitable to get the implant. The process would take a few weeks, almost a month. The couple will have to be patient for it. While the [h/c] goes through it, Shoyo will be supporting him throughout.

The day of the surgery arrives. [Name] was already in surgery while his boyfriend waited in the waiting room. Bouncing his legs, hands clasped together. Shoyo couldn't help but worry. Anxious as hell. All of the possible bad situations came infiltrating his mind.

What if he doesn't make it through? What if he loses his ears? What if the surgery accidentally cut his ears off?!!!!? What if the surgery fails and he can't hear for the rest of his life?? That he'll be so depressed that he won't have the will to live anymore because he will never ever hear my voice again!!??

Luckily, all of his friends were there to snap him out of it. "Ow!! What was that for!?" he groaned after a certain blue-haired male chopped the top of his head with the side of his open hand. "You're freaking out, dumbass!"

"You're sweating up a pool. Stop it, It's disgusting," Tsukishima added, expressing a disgusted face. "Don't worry, Shoyo! He'll make it!" Yachi tries to comfort the male. "Yeah! Besides, he's getting an implant, not a heart surgery!" Yamaguchi tries to support the female's claims. The mention of heart surgery made Shoyo retch harshly. Almost fainting in the process. Chaos ensues. In the end, they all brought Shoyo out to ease his mind.

The doctor mentioned that it would take a week for the implant to heal, so after that surgery, the gang treated the patient for a simple outing. Nothing too extreme. For the rest of the week, they let the male rest while Shoyo was heavily treating him as if he had an incurable disease.

At last, [Name] went for his final checkup. He would finally get the final piece of his cochlear implant. There he sat on a chair--across his doctor's office desk--with his boyfriend beside him. The doctor congratulated the couple. Complimenting and praising the two for how they've handled the surgery recovery. He then pulled out a box and placed it on the desk. Sliding it towards his patient. "Here it is. Your cochlear implant!" he exclaimed with a smile on his face. "I'll leave you with it now. I have another patient to attend to so I'll leave you to it," he continued, making his way out.

[Name]'s lips trembled slightly as overwhelm overcame him. He hesitantly took the box in his hands. His heart pounds loudly. He let out a low grumble before turning to Shoyo. "Will you do the honours, my love?" he signed. Shoyo's eyes stayed glued to him and gulped afterwards. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. You've been so caring and understanding towards me. Babe, you even attended sign language classes with me. Up until now, you've helped me. Now, this is your reward. Be the one that gives me the ability to hear again. As for me, let me hear you," [Name] expressed his feelings through his words. Even though his words were slightly slurred, they hit Shoyo straight into his heart. He was deeply moved, eyes swelling up a little. "Okay. Let's do this!"

Determined, he took the box from [Name]'s lap. Taking a deep breath and out, he lifted the lid. There it was. The hearing device lying comfortably in the softness of the white cushion. "Close your eyes," he told his boyfriend who complied. He then took the devices out. Attaching them onto the side of [Name]'s head and ears.

The breeze, the sound of the air conditioner running. He hears it. A gush of wind brushes along [Name]'s skin. He gasped sharply and his eyes almost popped out. He hears his breath. His heart beating at a rapid and exciting pace. Adrenaline rushed through his body as he snapped to Shoyo. His eyes glistened. He gave him a longing look. It tells him so much. But one stood out.

Speak for me...!

Without hesitation, Shoyo parted his lips. "[Name], I love you..!" he yelled. Shocked waves filled [Name]. It was so loud that he instantly covered his ears, flinching. The other male panicked. Spouting a series of apologies while his arms flailed around. Then the sound of laughter echoed. He looked at his boyfriend was laughing with tears. [Name] sprung out of his chair, embracing his loved one. "I can hear you!" he beamed. Shoyo's heart pumped. He hugged him back tightly while his lips stretched ear to ear. Practically laughing along with his lover as well. "You can hear me!" he repeated.

"Say my name again, Sho," the [h/c] head asked, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his lover's neck. "[Name]," the other replied. This time saying it slowly and articulated each syllable. "Again," he demanded. Shoyo repeated himself once more. This time his tone was much softer. [Name] pulled away from the hug and leaned in for a sweet kiss. Shoyo didn't hesitate to kiss back, slowly wrapping his arms around the other's neck. "Thank you," the taller male breathed out. Pulling away from Shoyo's lips to kiss his forehead instead. "I love you. I love you. I love you," now kissing all over his face, earning a giggle.

The decoy cupped his face, stopping him from giving any more kisses. He gazed into his eyes with a loving expression. "[Name]. I. Love. You." A light tint of pink painted itself over [Name]'s cheeks. Bringing up his own hands and rested them over Shoyo's.

"Please. Say that again,"

[tags]: @ghostgoosygoose

[keis-slut]

shower|s.hinata

CW: PRAISE, SQUIRTING, HAIR PULLING

Third person POV

he held you up against the glass with his calloused hands, your ass perfectly pressed up against the see-through material.

what got him off even more was the fact there was a mirror just across from the shower, giving him a perfect view of what you looked like against the glass.

he could see just enough through the foggy glass your wet skin sticking against it as he rut into you, his stamina never running low, even after a long game.

his favorite place was here, in the shower.

how messy he could make you and it was without worry because of the running water.

showering after long days, tiring games, and still.

he never stopped, he was never tired, he always had just enough energy to make you forget how many times you’ve cum.

“gonna cum again, pretty girl? ‘s one more for me, ok?”

wet hair sticking to your face as his cock had the perfect curve to make you see stars every time he would thrust.

it wasn’t girth, or length, it was curve.

the perfect curve upwards to hit the spongy spot that made you come undone.

exactly why he preferred the shower.

he knew.

not that he was opposed to seeing how much of a mess you’d make on your bedsheets just from him.

but this was easier, more convenient for him, since his plan every single time was to never stop until you were shaking so much it made it harder for him to hold you up.

“f-fuck, fuck, sho!”

having you rise and fall perfectly on his cock, your cries echoed in the shower as the hot water and steam (and how long you’ve been fucking) made it harder to breath in the dense air.

“that’s it, one more time, pretty, ‘n i’ll let you down”

his body pressed up against yours, the wet glass feeling cold against your back, and it felt nice compared to the sauna you both created.

you fell back farther as he was still capable of holding you up, your hips arching upwards to feel his cock in the perfect spot.

“gonna make a mess, sho…”

one arm held around your waist as his other came around the back of your shoulders, caressing the back of your head and gripping your hair just enough to pull your head back.

he felt your walls flutter around his cock from this, a whiny groan escaping his lips.

“‘s what i want, go ahead, baby”

you both could tell what came from you and what fell from the shower head.

and nothing beat the stupid smile on his face as you clenched tightly around his cock, him watching you come undone and squirting onto his chest.

he gave you a satisfied slap on the side of your ass, gripping your love handles after doing so.

“good girl, pretty”

[noireainsworth]

What annoys me in Haikyuu fanfiction written by cishet girls:

Yes, I really enjoy fanfics and a lot of cishet women write amazing things but I've been noticing something for a long time that really annoys me and that's how often fanfic writers completely change the "bottom" into degrading stereotypes. This is even more annoying when you keep in mind that:

-Hinata always fought to grow as a player and stand as an equal to Kageyama while never letting him treat him as worthless or inferior. So no, he's not going to let himself be overpowered or intimidated by Kageyama.

-Suga is a completely chaotic and outgoing type but also a very observant and emotionally mature guy who is always the first one to notice something about his teamates, not a blushing teen, thank you very much.

-Nishinoya is a ball of energy and an absolute fighter who's without a doubt one of the most determinated characted in the show and he was always the first to speak out to Asahi when it was needed.

-Yamaguchi's entire arc is about becoming more confident and letting go of his insecurities. Also let's not forget that he literally yelled at Tsukishima to get his shit together so no, he's not a shy boy who can be walked over by Tsukki.

-Oikawa is one of the most talented player of this show and a fucking tease who always opens his mouth and annoy the shit out of everyone. He is also a literal monster on the court who can crush your hopes and dreams with a single service.

-Kenma is a teenage boy with literal social anxiety who happens to be a brilliant strategist, sarcastic as fuck, brutally honest and even a little mean when he is confident enough. So reducing him to a UWU sOft SHy BaBy ~~ is probably the thing that angers me the most, especially when we have a lot of moments where it's explicitely shown that he has a very strong personality underneath his deep social anxiety. (Yes, I'm a sucker for Dom!Kenma or any fanfic that portrays him as a little sadistic fuck).

-Akaashi is also very sarcastic despite his pokerface and he's always the one who deals with Bokuto's mood swings so I can't help but roll my eyes when he's portrayed as completely submissive to Bokuto who often embodies the big strong alpha male stereotype (that doesn't fit him at all but that's another problem about Haikyuu "tops".)

Now, with all these characters who are strong and complex, all in their own way, WHY do so many fanfics protray them as shy UWU boys? Yes, they are mainly associated with bottoming but that doesn't mean they have to fit the stereotype of the inexperimented baby who blushes and stutters all the time! It's just degrading to represent queer relationships like that, where one is always feminised and the other changed to be a "big and strong and very dominant masculine top"

I love the fanfics where they bottom but aren't completely passive, where they have real or funny interactions with their partner, where they let their personnalities shine. I want more of these stories where they are described as real, relatable characters with more nuanced sexualities where bottoming isn't necessarily equal to submitting; and where submitting in bed doesn't imply being a defensless shy boy. Basically good written fics that portrays healthy and nuanced queer relationships.

[kisses4bei]

Haikyuu Boys As Taylor Swift Lyrics Part 2!

Warnings: slight angst

Part 1 here<3

Authors Note- Holy fart i havent posted in almost a year,, i lowk missed this platform sm :,) but guys shld i try make a smau?!!?!!!!! idk lmk pls and give me ideas bc my head is empty. please dont mind some of these may be ooc i js like imagining that they act like this^^ pls dont mind how half assed and rushed the last one is</3

Delicate

“Handsome you’re a mansion with a view.”

-akaashi, kuroo, sugawara, osamu, kita, ushijima, oikawa

Your boyfriend is perfect. It’s nothing new. The first time you laid your eyes on him to now is nothing different. You will always be starstruck by his presence. Just him in general. You knew people were going to have their eyes on him but you didn’t care. Because you know while their eyes are on him, his will always be fixated on you. Admiring you. Not them, just you. “Y/n?” Your boyfriend chuckles from across the table of a fancy restaurant, you got caught staring again. You can’t help it, he was yours, your handsome boy.

The Way I Loved You

“I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and its 2am and I’m cursing your name”

-tsukishima, atsumu, oikawa, kageyama

You both always wore your heart on your sleeve. Your emotions were always apparent. Especially during arguments. It’s been almost a year since you guys broke up but you still think about him. The good moments and the bad. No matter how many relationships you’ve been in after him, him and his name will always be engraved in your mind. You missed him. You missed the cafe dates he would take you on with a side of your favorite flowers. You missed cuddling after a bad day. You missed when he was the one who made your bad day. Arguments out in public when it’s pouring rain. Back and forth screaming and yelling with a make-up kiss shortly after. Sleepless nights where he would have you crying and cursing until your eyes were so puffy you couldn’t see. Regardless of everything, you still missed him.

Dress

“Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you”

-hinata, iwaizumi, oikawa, nishinoya, bokuto

It was the start of the first semester of uni. That means you and a couple friends were invited to a huge campus party that everyone knew about. There were plenty of recognizable faces, all close friends. You and your best friend are having a lot of fun at the party socializing and such. Best friends. That’s what everyone else sees. But they dont see the subtle admiration and glint in your ‘best friends’ eyes when he looks at you. They dont see both of your glances to each others lips when the other is talking. They dont see the slight moving of his hand onto your thigh whenever sitting close next to each other. They don’t know anything about you guys aside from being two best friends. But you two know the truth.