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Being their pregnant partner
Featuring Hinata, Kageyama and
Hoshiumi
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Hinata Shoyo x Pregnant Reader; Kageyama Tobio x Pregnant Reader; Hoshiumi Korai x Pregnant Reader
Warnings: Fluff
AN: I guess I’m continuing this series 😌
Hinata
“Babe I’m home!” Hinata called throughout your beach house. Moving to the beach was something he’d always wanted to do and moving back to Brazil provided him with the opportunity.
“Oh great, can you help me get my back?” You asked, appearing from behind the door, swimsuit on and sunscreen in hand.
“Uhh babe what are you planning to do? Go swimming?” Hinata questioned, taking the sunscreen from your hands and rubbing it in your back as you continued to rub it into your growing belly.
“Nope, I was thinking we could play some volleyball! It’s been so long and I know you are just aching to get back on the sand babe,” you confessed as your husband stared blankly at you.
“Umm sweetie, I’d love to play volleyball with you but umm, can you even play in your condition?” He questioned, ripping off his shirt and preparing to head to the beach.
You giggled, “well actually I was thinking more like you play volleyball and I lay on the beach. How does that sound?”
Hinata smiled before kissing your forehead and grabbing your hand, practically dragging you the beach.
Kageyama
“YN what the hell are you doing??” Kageyama shouted, quickly running to grab the ladder that held a very pregnant you on it.
“Tobio what is wrong with you? I’m just changing a lightbulb. It’s not like there’s a fire, calm down!” You scolded, climbing carefully down the ladder as Kageyama tried desperately not to get angry.
“I told you I would change it tonight Yn, why couldn’t you just wait?” He asked calmly as you glared at him.
“Well for your information, I was trying to be a good spouse and help you out. I figured you’d be tired and I didn’t think you’d freak out because I used a ladder one stinking time Tobio!”
Kageyama sighed. He knew you were only trying to help but how could he get it through your mind that he only wanted you to be safe and not get hurt.
“I appreciate it Yn but please wait for me next time ok? You’re really pregnant right now and the last thing I want is for your or our baby to get hurt ok?”
You nodded, admitting the stubborn man in front of you was correct.
“Ok fine but I still get to climb the ladder and you hold it!”
Kageyama laughed, “deal!”
Hoshiumi
“Mmm something smells amazing babe!” Hoshiumi declared as he walked into the kitchen, noticing pots and pans askew aa you hurried around cooking.
“Hey love! Just thought I’d make something special for the most amazing husband and father to be ever,” you grinned as Hoshiumi smiled, kissing your cheek and rubbing your pregnant belly.
As he sat down to eat he realized that this wasn’t an ordinary meal, nope. This meal contained his favorite plum flavored snack crackers. He stared at the crackers and back to you, his eyes now narrowing.
“Ok what did ya do?” Hoshiumi asked as you stood there, a fake look of stunned offense in your face as you ignored your husbands questions.
“What do you mean? Can’t I make a meal for my favorite husband ever?” You questioned as Hoshiumi remained skeptical.
“Well I guess, it’s just that the last time you did this, you told me you were pregnant so obviously I’m a bit nervous Yn.”
You waved your husband off, “well I can’t possibly be pregnant again if I’m already pregnant can I?”
“I guess not,” Hoshiumi responded, resigning himself to finally enjoying the food you’d prepared.
“I mean it’s not like I bought a super expensive baby stroller that you told me I shouldn’t buy but I ignored you anyways,” you smiled as Hoshiumi glared at you, food halfway to his mouth.
“See I knew you couldn’t be trusted!”
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emmyrosee · 8 months
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What’s up homeslice. I’m here because I’m on a Haikyuu bender and I know you’ve got the sweet sweet hookup.
So hear me out… I am a taller individual(5’8 to be more precise). We see a lot of content out there for ladies of average or shorter stature(I love all you small people out there, don’t you dare think otherwise) so I beseech thee: nishinoya, yaku, hoshiumi, Kenma, atsumu, hell maybe even suna. Any of these wonderful gents just being absolutely infatuated with a tall(ish) s/o.
If you don’t wanna do it, no worries my dude, I can smell what yer steppin in and I respect it, no problemo. Love peace and bacon grease my homie ✌️
Oh HELL YEAH MATE!!!! 5’9 representative 🥳🥳 also I want to eat this prompt for breakfast how could I NOT take it the hell you think this is??
Also as always my pieces are in timeskip but the gifs give me some organization so don’t @ me
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Listen. Nishinoya would be in straight denial that you’d have reciprocated feelings for him because like. You’re you, okay; he worships the ground you walk on, but now knowing that you truly are into it, it increases tenfold.
“This isn’t even cat walking. This is goddess walking. This is queen walking. Here-“ he drops to his knees to give the ground, be it on cement or hardwood at home, a quick playful dust with his hands, shaking his head and relishing in the laugh you let out. “How could I possibly let my queen walk on the filth left behind by me?”
“Truly,” you snicker, and you lean down to meet him halfway for a kiss, which he rises on his haunches to reciprocate. “But I like your mess.”
“I like you,” he mumbles against your lips.
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Yaku. My underrated loml. There’s minimal I wouldn’t do for this man. He’s so good to you and confident in himself that flirting with you came easy- turns out that you flirting back was his weakness.
He’s a complete victim of the psychology okay, you’re already taller than him, you already rock your height and are proud of it that you two just click.
And he’s so protective of you, it drives you wild; he knows your comfortable in your height, you far need him for protection, but that’s not the point. If anyone dare say anything about his beautiful lady, be it in any way but respectful, he truly turns into an attack dog, letting you watch in satisfaction as he completely tears apart whoever look at you the wrong way.
There was an incident you had to patch him up after a fight. But the way dazed and adoring eyes looked up at you, smiling a bloody smile and re-splitting his lip that almost makes his rare altercations worth it.
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HOSHIUMI!!!! IS!!!! A NEW LOVE OF MINE!!!! CAME OUTTA NOWHERE FOR REAL!!!
And I so love to think he put the moves on you first, just flirting and sending you playful vibes because he’s a short king who’s confident in his height, and god it has you completely whipped.
He’s always so quick to hype you up in very Nishinoya-fashion, and he’s so unapologetic about having you on his arm, that anytime you enter a room, he not only opens the door for you, he steps ahead and yells out a swift “EXCUSE ME EVERYONE! Out of the way, please! Queen coming through!”
The sheer volume does have people parting to let you both come in, your hand laced with his and proud smirk on his face.
There’s very seldom a time that his cheeks aren’t completely painted with stains of tinted lip balms or lipstick, and he wears them like a badge of honor as you bend down to give them.
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Woof. Atsumu. What else can I say about my pretty, goofy, dumb blonde?
What else can I say about the way he completely melts when you wear his jerseys, because they fall just slightly against your hips and when you reach up, a sliver of your skin comes out?
What else can I say about the way his eyes never leave you for long, be it when you’re in two day old sweats, or gown he splurged god knows how much on just to see you wear it?
What else can I say about how you rest your head on his shoulders while in line at the market, and he takes selfish inhales of your scent?
God. GOD.
Marking him up with lipstick and glossy marks isn’t foreign, even getting so cocky he merely taps his cheek no matter where you are, for a show offy kiss just to flex your height to everyone watching.
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Okay. You know what’s up. Kenma is the og. He’s the number one. I LOVE this man. And he LOVES hyping you up in possessive, hot ways. For eXAMPLE, there’s a picture of you on his Instagram where you’re dawned in heels in preparation for a banquet for his sponsorships, towering over him with your back facing the mirror in your stunning form, and he’s merely smirking back into the camera. It looks chic, it looks smooth, and the caption has his entire fandom in a tizzy: “mom and dad say sit.”
Sure enough, when the comments are filled with suggestive comments and tons of “SORRY MOMMY-“ you scold him for his cheeky post, but secretly love the attention.
One time, you posed as Lady Dimitrescu, towering high over him, and he as Ethan Winters and by the time you woke up the next morning, it quickly rose to his most popular post.
What can he say? He likes being walked like a dog.
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*sneezes* Suna’s is a lil dirty so minors pls go away for this part on, but here’s a Suna gif to make up for it
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But. BUT-
I just relish in the thought of him not making you lift a finger; treating you like royalty for simply existing.
It’s why he never says anything as he sees you dressing up for sponsor events, instead guiding you to sit down while he fetches the brand new heels that go with the brand new dress he spoils you with. He tugs the seam of his pants up slightly before getting down on one knee and grabbing your foot and slipping the shoe on for you. His hands are gentle, and his lips leave adoring kisses along your knees and calves, tongue laving over your nylon covered flesh feverishly.
It makes you sink your teeth into your lip and tighten your thighs in need.
“You are fucking breathtaking,” he pants, letting his bottom lip draw along the length of your shin.
“I know, baby,” you whisper, matching his tone dominantly.
“You never cease to amaze me; made by the fucking gods, truly.”
“Rintaro-“
“Worship every inch of skin on this body-“
“We’re going to be late,” you snicker, rising to your feet and getting accustomed to the added five inches. He doesn’t move, merely smiling up at you, and you can practically see the invisible tail wagging behind him.
“I could stare at you forever,” he rasps. “I’d pay a sponsor to move his charity event if it meant I could rip this dress off you right now, make you scream my name.”
You giggle easily as he does, finally, get up, looking up at you with a bite of his lip. “If you behave tonight,” you begin, and he lets his eyes glaze over you one more time.
“I’ll let you.”
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hinata-boke · 1 year
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Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up 2. Hoshiumi Korai
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tobxiyu · 4 months
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✶ BF / GF TEXTS !
featuring. yachi, kiyoko, futakuchi, korai, hanamaki and yamaguchi
fluff, crack | established relationship | im spoiling you guys rn.
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dira333 · 6 months
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Big Dreams - Hoshiumi x Reader
From my Haikyuu Request Game - I got to pick the Character
A/N: Let me gift you my inspiration picture: Hoshiumi
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Big Dreams - Hoshiumi:
You’d never have met Hoshiumi Korai without your need to prove yourself.
He’d never fallen in love with you if not for his competitiveness.
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“Hey!” Hoshiumi steps in front of you, sweat still dripping from his hairline. “Aren’t you going to interview me?”
Hirugami turns around instantly, not as tuned in to his antics as his little brother had been.
“Why? Do you have something to say?” You flick your notepad back open and eye him, but he can’t quite figure out how you feel about the task.
Are you sassing him? Criticizing his height? Here? After a win like this?
He takes a breath before he knows it, the words spluttering out of him with well-known speed and aggression. 
He can’t really tell what he’s saying, just that he has said it all before, to other faces.
Only your smile does not turn awkward or frightened or insulted. 
Your smirk only seems to grow, edging him on.
And then there’s Hirugami’s hand, grabbing the back of his shirt, lifting him up like a misbehaving cat.
“Hoshiumi! Apologize to the nice lady.”
“No nice lady here, I’m sorry.” You quip back and Hoshiumi blinks, stunned for a moment.
“Now, I know my boss and with the material I already have, I won’t be able to fit any of that impressive speech in this week's article, but I might be able to arrange some things.” You flip your notepad close again, and pull a card out of your pocket, holding it out to him, still dangling two feet above the ground.
“You can call or text me, or you can yell really loud, I’m sure I’ll be able to hear you.”
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He calls you the next day, going straight to voice mail.
With anyone else, he might have dropped it after that, but he can still picture that daring smile on your face, the challenge in your eyes.
He won’t be defeated this easily.
It takes him an embarrassingly long time to craft a message he feels comfortable with.
Thank god for training, though, the one place he can serve and spike and jump until the nerve endings in his body no longer feel like they’re on fire.
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Your smile is going to be a problem, he realizes the third time you meet for the article you’re now working on now. You had spent one evening talking about his childhood and how it felt, growing up and playing Volleyball as the shortest on the team. The second time your conversation had drifted more into your past, the two of you quickly engaged in a game of twenty questions.
And now, on your third meeting, he can barely focus on the food in front of him, too engrossed in the pull of your smile, the hook of your lips.
It didn’t matter if you were talking or listening, you always looked like you were thinking about some great joke you were not willing to share.
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“What are you thinking about?” You ask, head cocked to the side as you eye him over the table.
“How’s the article going?”
“That’s not what you’ve been thinking about.”
“What? You’re able to read my mind now?”
“Hmm, learned it just yesterday.”
“Oh yeah? Tell me what I’m thinking about.” He regrets his words the moment they’re out of his mouth, your eyes widening in way that makes him feel like he’s the prey and you’re the predator, ready to pounce.
Your eyes move over his face, brush over his lips - it’s as if he can feel it, a touch as soft as feathers - before they move back to his eyes and you smile, daring, blazing.
“Do you want to go hiking with me this weekend, Korai?”
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It’s not that he’s never been hiking before.
He’s just never seen the thrill of it before. Sure, he can be the fastest on the way to the top, but he’d rather be at the beach instead.
That is, until he meets up with you at the ass-crack of dawn, dragging his brand-new hiking boots through the dirt to make them look a little less shiny.
He forgets all about that when you step out of your car, your adorable little sun hat a stark contrast against the way your shorts accentuate your legs.
“Did you put on sunscreen?” You ask.
“Aren’t we going to walk through the woods the whole time anyway?” He asks, looking up at the mountain they’re going to be climbing today, the trees still cast in darkness.
“Sure. But it’s important.” You pull something out of your bag. “Hold still.” 
He freezes when he feels your hands on his face, blushing under the tender care of your fingertips. He blushes even more when he sees the cheeky grin on your face.
“How long’s that hike?” He asks.
“About five hours, I think:”
“We could do it in three.” He boasts. “I can carry you if you get tired.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can.” You tease, but let him take the lead.
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You stop him about halfway into the hike, your hand warm on his bicep.
“Tired already?” He asks, realizing that he does hope you’ll say yes.
You smirk and shake your head. 
“Not at all. But if we keep up this pace we’re going to miss the best part of the hike.”
You take his hand without asking and pull him along, away from the marked path. 
It probably says a lot about him that he follows you without questioning it, that the way your hand feels in his wipes any doubts from his brain.
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They don’t have to walk far until he can hear the water, until the trees open up again to a waterfall, the water collecting in a small, deeply turquoise pool.
“Wow.” He says and you squeeze his hand, the smile on your face so different now, yet even more beautiful.
You don’t say it but he feels that this is something important to you, that this moment means more than you let on.
“We could swim.” He offers, trying to break through the sudden shyness that’s taking a hold of him.
Your teasing grin is back again. 
“I don’t know if you can.” You say and he furrows his brows at that wording, slipping out of his shoes before he can talk himself out of it.
The water is icy. He manages to keep a straight face and get in until it hits his knees before he realizes that he will never be able to swim here and turns back around to you pressing your hand against your mouth to stop the laughter from spilling out.
“Very funny.” He tells you, his voice dry but the grin spreading on his face betraying his words.
“I’m sorry.” You giggle. “But you were so eager to prove yourself, I couldn’t resist letting you try.”
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They reach the peak in a bit over three hours. 
“You could convince me to like this.” He tells you when you put down a blanket and share a simple meal and a breathtaking view with him. 
Something in your face changes. “That’s good to know.”
You look at the view for a second and when you turn your face again, you’re smiling again.
“What’s your biggest dream?”
He laughs, surprised by the sudden change of topics. “You’re really thorough in your work, aren’t you?”
“I’m not asking for the article.”
His jaw clicks shut as he catches your tone, your eyes never leaving his. Blood rushes to his head and his first words are a stuttering mess.
Your hand curls around his and squeezes and his lungs feel as if you squeeze them too, order them to work again.
“I-” He stares down at the valley below, at the tiny houses and the even smaller cars.
It makes him feel so small, but in a good way, for the first time in his life.
“I guess I should say win the Olympics or something like that.” His eyes get caught on a little blue car that’s zooming down a street, disappearing around a corner and appearing again. 
For a weird moment he feels like that, alone on the way of life, trying to catch up with the others yet unsure were they left him behind.
Your hand squeezes his again, just as another car turns onto the winding road that leads down the mountain. Hoshiumi smiles, not sure at what, the soft pressure of your fingers or the fact that the little blue car is no longer alone on the road, no longer trying to catch up.
“My parents are so in love, you wouldn’t believe.” He tells you, his voice a bit raspy from emotion. “It used to make us sick how lovey-dovey they can get, my brother and me, I mean.”
He turns and there’s a different kind of smile on your lips, like you know exactly what he’s meaning to say before he says it. Like you’re really able to read in his mind, like you’re the red car following him down the street, telling him without words that he’s not alone in this race.
“I want what they have, one day. I’m just not sure I can, well… there’s no manual to that, right?” 
He can’t help turning shy again, his usual confidence pooling out of him.
“My biggest dream was to prove myself.” You say, your voice as clear as the mountain air. “That I could be what I wanted to be even if everyone told me it was impossible.”
“It’s not that my time in High School was that terrible.” You explain, your voice still light but a certain heaviness coats your words. 
He squeezes your hand. You tell him of your past, of the comments, made in passing or directly to your face.
“What’s that like?” He asks. “Dyslexia?”
You look at him but your eyes seem to look through him as you speak.
“It’s certainly a disadvantage in my field but it does not automatically imply incompetence or ineptitude.” You tell him, the words sharp enough to cut him if he had not spoken them himself before.
He wants to tell you that he gets it. That he knows exactly what it’s like, even if he has not experienced exactly the same thing.
But his brain and his mouth seem to be unable to agree. He squeezes your hand instead and you smile, the smallest smile he’s seen on you so far.
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He does not hear from you for three days after that.
On Monday he’d played like a madman, still fueled by the press of your lips to his cheeks.
On Tuesday doubt had begun to creep in, to dig its nasty roots into his heart.
On Wednesday he could barely focus on anything except the one thing he was good at - Volleyball.
He sat in his car after training, chewing on his lip as he stared down at his phone, trying to get you to call him through telepathy alone.
The hike had felt like it meant something. He needed it to mean something.
When the street lights flickered to live around him, his car the only one on the parking lot, he pressed down on your contact and swallowed down his nerves, begging the universe that you’d pick up.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s- uh, it’s Hoshiumi.”
“I know.”
Silence. He could hear his own heart beating in his throat.
“Can I come over?”
“Sure.”
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You had sounded tired. He takes a detour and picks up some food he had seen you eat before, hoping his instincts aren’t leading him astray this time.
When the door opens, he barely recognizes you. Your hair’s messy, your shirt stained and the bags under your eyes the color of bruises.
“I brought food.” He says, raising the bag in his hand.
The pull of your smile is hard now like your body is made of granite, your lips cut into it with steel. 
“I’m not that presentable.”
“I don’t need presentable. I want real.”
There’s a beat of silence, a quiver of your lips. You step aside and let him in.
That night he learns that you cry when you write and you learn that you all hurt the same way when you bleed for the things you love. 
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Months later
“Hey.” He walks over to where you’re checking your bag one last time. “Ushijima says they made the trip in four hours last time. Iwaizumi says that it normally takes five hours.”
“It’s a team building exercise, Korai, not a race.” You remind him and rub sunscreen into his cheeks, sticking your tongue out at him when he crosses his eyes at you.
“I know, I know.” His hands find your hips as he holds you, and grounds you in the middle of it all. The world around you never stops spinning, no matter how much you want it to take a break sometimes.
You share a look, a knowing smirk on his lips and the familiar pull of yours, like you know a joke you won’t yet share. At least not with anyone but him.
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yaku-paisen · 2 months
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I used to wonder how to write angst/conflict into HQ fics because everyone is so healthy and well-adjusted by the end of the story. Which is absolutely not a criticism! I stan! It's one of my favorite things about the manga, but my brain is small and my imagination didn't know what to do will all these completed emotional journeys. Then I realized that you can take those healthy traits to an extreme for some delicious drama & character development - positive or negative ,':D
Hirugami's relaxed detachment sliding into apathy and depression, caring less and less until nothing matters much at all.
Hoshiumi's desire to prove himself turning everyone into competiton. Everything is a threat, a perceived slight. Only when it's too late does he realize it's lonely at the top.
Oikawa's ambition turning into a hungry monster that even he can't control. Nothing's ever enough. He doesn't even know what he wants anymore. All he knows is that he wants.
Iwaizumi's strength and stability going overboard; now he can't show any weakness at all. He's the reliable one. People depend on him. So he has to keep it together, no matter how much he wants to fall apart.
Kuroo being so skilled at reading others and adapting to them that it becomes unsettling. He sees all the things that people won't say. And he usually only uses his powers of perception for good, but maybe, just maybe, one day he'll use them for himself.
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tsunabi-art · 4 months
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😭💙💙💙Look at my boy!!!
At last they give us a little more hoshiumi, how happy I am! I made a quick sketch because I loved his costume.
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kojirosnanjo · 9 months
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haikyuu as tweets (part idk)
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kings-highway · 4 months
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as promised, here are the other culture festival designs from Touch the Dream!!!
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personally absolutely obsessed with tendou and would LOVE to know what the hell he's dressed as (and what the theme his class is doing is??? its giving phantom of the opera)
similarly, squidhead Atsumu makes me giggle and what the hell is Hoshiumi even dressed as?? Cool Frankenstein?? Anyway.
enjoy.
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astrowaffles · 11 months
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HEY HEY HEYYYYY
MSBY and SA headcanons? I wanna hear ideas!
HEY GIRL
I've obviously seduced my mutuals using my enormous brain - ;) - and so I shall bless you all with more headcanons
(it took me about five minutes to remember who SA were because I completely forgot that the Adlers are the Schweiden Adlers. anyway)
ushijima has been assigned as hoshiumi's bodyguard to prevent hoshiumi from starting fights
sakusa decorates his hand sanitizers with cute stickers
hinata doodles on his shoes
all glass doors in the msby gym have huge posters on them so bokuto doesn't walk into them by mistake
kageyama won't drink water, only lemon water
meian has taken to bribing his team with cookies like "if you manage another five minutes of quiet, you can have a cookie"
hinata has been banned from staying after hours because he broke a window while being too enthusiastic
(Fukuro) Hirugami was Hoshiumi's gay awakening and Hoshiumi will never let him forget it
atsumu starts a fight with every sheep he sees
ushijima went vegan for a bit and wouldn't shut up about the virtues of lentils
kageyama thought he was going to "catch veganism" and so refused to work with ushijima during the vegan phase
sakusa has a dedicated breakdown corner that atsumu helpfully decorated with cat memes
hinata and atsumu made an msby banner that they hang above the adlers' changing rooms whenever they play against each other
hoshiumi blames msby for every minor inconvenience he experiences
I have more but this post is long enough 😭😭
These guys are my babygirls. and also MSBY 4 life <3
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shinnoya · 1 year
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Being Team Japan’s Manager:
Sushi Date
Team Japan x GN! Reader
Warnings: oikawa slander because I adore him :D
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mylahrins · 6 months
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ITS COLD—HOSHIUMI K. X GN!READER
author note—OMG, so i accidentally deleted it, but someone sent in an ask about how there aren't that many hoshiumi fics so i felt the need to write one!!! for the people (and for me). synopsis—there's nothing better, nor more cliche than reuniting with an old flame in the cold, pouring rain. content—timeskip!hoshiumi, profanity, intentional lowercase, mentions of being stabbed (used in similes), ends in angst. word count—514
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the rain was loud, deafening even.
yet, a part of you was thankful.
thankful you couldn't hear your own heart shatter.
"[name]?" he called out, "are you cold?"
it had only been a couple years, but he looked different.
"i'm okay."
his hair was now short, yet he had grown taller.
it felt like someone stabbed you right in the abdomen, not bothering to be kind enough to finish you off, but rather to make you suffer in pain until you eventually die of blood loss.
it's not like he returned with someone new, but the fact that he returned as someone you could hardly recognize was enough.
but of course, his heart was still the same. he was still the same.
perhaps that made it worse.
hoshiumi unzipped his drenched jacket and held it out to you as an offering.
"i don't want it."
“it's cold,” he stated.
you ignore his words.
"why are you back?"
"to visit family," he says as if the answer is obvious.
"why are you deciding only now, after two years, to come visit family?"
"i visit all the time," he looks away for a second, unable to look you in the eyes.
"i just don't visit you."
you wouldn't think that it'd be possible to get your heart broken twice by the same person before its even fixed, yet here you were.
“did you just intend on never seeing me again?” you say louder.
“it's not that—i just couldn’t.”
"korai, i thought we were friends." your voice breaks as you try to put your feelings together in simple words.
two years was not enough to forgive him. to forget him.
you wanted his name to sound foreign to you, but you couldn't help but say it with familiarity.
almost as if you never stopped saying it.
"[name], i thought we were more." he says, a pain slipping into his previously steady voice
if the rain wasn't so loud, the silence would've killed you.
"i got a haircut." he choses to change the subject.
"i see that, it suits you."
"i thought you said you liked my long hair."
"i didn't like your hair. i just liked you."
only for a second, hoshiumi doesn't know what to say.
"it's cold." seems to be the only thing he can think of.
"so why are you just standing in the rain without an umbrella?" you almost smile at the situation.
"i didn't plan on it, it just happened." he pauses before adding, "why are you standing on the beach while it's raining?"
"i don't know, do you want me to leave?"
"no." he shakes his head, "do you want me to leave?"
without thinking, you shrug.
"maybe."
for once, he doesn't say anything. he just nods his head and turns around. and without another word nor question, he's gone.
and it's only now that you start to feel regret for letting him go.
it's only now that you're alone on the sandy, wet beach that you realize, it is indeed cold.
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deadmeat666 · 4 months
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korai hoshiumi save me.. save me from these people
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souped up onigiri
beta'd by @fish-with-more-eyes / mac and fic graphic by @gwacha !!
// youth camp training fic is here !
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theholypeanut · 8 months
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If you ask me to pinpoint exact moment when I fell in love in Korai, that’s it.
He is the best guy ever, just so happy that Shouyo is back from Brazil and sometimes they will be playing against each other, sometimes together, but they will both change the way people think about volleyball and they’ll just take the world together
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