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haikyuu comfort scenarios
i’ll try to keep this short, so this is my first time writing here on tumblr, so i apologize for any mistakes or if my writing isn’t the best-
feel free to tell me what you thought of this, i’ll try my best to improve
i’ll be uploading the master list and a intro post, idk what it’s called, later, i’m running a fever and just sprained my ankle, so i apologize in advance if i’m a slow weirdo ;-;
and this is SFW please. don’t. think. anything. dirty. 😔 i beg you thank you very much.
warnings: there’s a bit of using words like “shit” but that’s all! angst but comfort
also c/f is your comfort food, c/d is comfort dessert, ik they’re practically the same thing but the food is like a main or a side dish
ft. ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ ꜱʜōʏō | bad day? |
the apartment that you and ꜱʜōʏō shared came into view as you walked, well, trudged towards it. life seemed to hate you, a lot, to be frank, throwing whatever it pleased at you, problems, troubles, worries. the entire journey home was heavy, pushing you down with every step you dragged.
that sinking, weighing feeling you just can’t push away, it’s annoying and miserable
you hated it, so very much
with what little ounce of energy you had left, you unlocked the door and let yourself in.
“sunshine~! you’re backk,” ꜱʜōʏō appeared, his signature bright grin greeting you. you felt your shoulders relax, just a little; you’re back home, where you don’t have to bottle everything up anymore, where you can let yourself unwind. with furrowed brows, the orange boy in front of you looked at you with concerned eyes, eyeing your expressionless self.
“y/n?” the words left ꜱʜōʏō‘s lips softly, his mind clogging up with worries as he approached your figure. your vision blurred, tears trickled down your checks, both your hands came up to your face, hiding your sobbing face and muffling the cries that left your mouth.
your reaction shocked ꜱʜōʏō, his hands were trembling; did he do something to make you upset? but the moment you leaned into him and buried your face into his shirt, his previous thoughts vanished, hands instinctively coming up to pat your back and pull you closer. with the utmost care, ꜱʜōʏō carried you to the couch, sitting down you both down. as you cried out the tears you held back, you were sitting between ꜱʜōʏō’s legs, his warm hands wrapping around you, one to hold you, the other to stroke your hair.
you felt safe, protected, shielded from all your fears and worries in his arms
you calmed down after a while, not your emotions though, they were still like a storm, making you feel like shit. ꜱʜōʏō noticed your trembling has calmed down. your original position of your face planted into his sweater was changed as ꜱʜōʏō moved your face to look up at him. his warm fingers brushed past your forehead, tucking wild strands of hair behind your ear. “feeling better?” ꜱʜōʏō smiled.
“ki-*hic*nda” you managed to say between hiccups, that annoying after effect of crying so hard, as you leaned further into his arms.
“alright sunshine, wanna wash up? it’ll help”
“m-*hic* kay” you mumbled, but your actions said otherwise as you stuck onto ꜱʜōʏō, you just wanted to stay like this forever. “c’mon just a quick one will do”, he chuckled at your actions, another one of his signature soft smiles gracing his features. oh goodness, how can someone have such a breathtaking smile- you gave in, groaning as you slowly sat up
grabbing your towel and a new set of clothes, you trudged to the toilet. letting the warm water run down your head was indeed calming, your exhausted self almost fell asleep from how soothing it was. begrudgingly, you turned off the tap after cleaning up yourself. just when finished putting on your clothes, ꜱʜōʏō walked in, to which you heaved a small sigh of relief: it’d be rather awkward if he walked in on you naked right? (wether you mind or not i’ll leave that up to you 🤨) thank goodness you finished dressing up.
*whrr* the gentle blowing of the hairdryer greeted your ears as one of ꜱʜōʏō’s hands was combing through your hair, the other holding the hairdryer.
“ꜱʜōʏō?” you shifted your gaze to your boyfriend, confusion hinting your voice.
“just leave it to me,” ꜱʜōʏō grinned, warm hands grazing your scalp. it warmed your heart, his actions, and how he showed his concern and love. you couldn’t help but smile, your heart thumping a little louder and faster in your ears, your cheeks warming up. in the end, maybe it wasn’t such a bad day after all. wait, no, your boyfriend had just made the end of the day ten times, or even a hundred times brighter.
“all donee~” ꜱʜōʏō announced, as he stepped back, a surprisingly proud look on his face, as if he was admiring his masterpiece. which in this case, he was. the small smile on your lips didn’t falter one bit, it only grew.
his slightly calloused but warm hand in yours, ꜱʜōʏō dragged you back to the couch, sitting you both down. before he could even blink, you crashed into his open arms, burying your face in his chest.
“thank you so much sho,” you sighed contentedly.
“anything that’ll make you feel better”ꜱʜōʏō grinned, the both of you spending the remaining hours of the day in each others warmth and embrace, and of course, completed with some shows on netflix.
and just like that, your day ended nicely, yea, it wasn’t such a bad day after all with him
Nishinoya is a short, spunky boy.
Leaving Again
- Shoyo Hinata x gender neutral!reader
- Warnings: angst
- Summary: Hinata says a tear filled goodbye to you at the airport
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He was holding on to you so tightly, as if this was the last time he’d ever get to feel you against his chest. He tried to hide his tears in your hair, covering the top of your head in rushed kisses as the final call for his flight rung out through the airport.
“I love you y/n, and it’s only a few months.” You nodded, knowing nothing you could say would make this moment any less painful.
“It’s only a few months in Brazil. Only a little while apart. We’ll be okay.” He chanted into your hair, laying kiss after kiss down. He was trying to calm himself down, convince himself that you wouldn’t get bored of waiting and leave him. He was so scared of losing you.
“Final call. Will Mr Hinata Shoyo please come to gate 14. That’s Mr Hinata Shoyo to gate 14.” He tensed up around you, pulling you closer and laying a kiss on your head one last time. He usually littered your face and neck with kisses, but they were happy and full of love, these were rushed, trembling, and full of sorrow.
“I promise you I’ll be back soon. I’m sorry I have to go.” You smiled as he pulled away, both of your faces covered in tears.
“Don’t be sorry, one day you’ll come home to me for good and we can have a proper family. Little red headed kids screaming our home down, me and you outnumbered in the middle.” You laid a soft kiss on his nose and some smaller ones on his cheeks.
“I really have to go now baby.” You stood back, holding onto your car keys for dear life. This never got easier.
“I love you y/n.”
“I love you too Sho. Come home safely.”
im tripping out rn
MSBY Black Jackals my beloveds
Bullies Were Never My Kinda Thing
italicized means Japanese
This is based on that one trend from tiktok where the k-drama fmc gets the classic milk dump and the american student puts her hands up making the cafeteria a wwe ring.
the song I listened to: tiktok 1 hour repeat of 'Dumb wit it' aka not my song
my inspo: k-drama bully scene & american student trend
My bike makes a skidding sound as I pull up in front of Karasuno. A new school. First school in Japan, but probably won't be the last... Not with my track record.
I park my bike and lock it to the bike rack. I walk in, my shirt untucked, and drinking from a juice box. My bag is hanging off one shoulder, and full of study materials I probably will forget about in a week.
I find a bench and set my bag down, trying to find my schedule. As I'm digging through it, I feel a body bump into my butt. I whip around, ready to smack a bitch, only to find a girl. Shorter and a little thinner than me, but definitely needs a shove from the right person to get her to move. I catch her by the shoulders. "You good?" I ask her in English, forgetting that not everyone knows English- shit.. um.. "元気ですか?" (Genki desu ka?) I stutter, trying to find the right words for the context of the situation.
"Ah! You don't have to use Japanese!" She waves her hand and smiles.
I sigh in relief. "Thank god. Okay. You good? Any bumps or bruises?"
"Oh, no! Himari just bumped into me! No problem." The girl waves her hands around, looking like she's trying to dust something off.
"Okay... just... watch yourself, hun." I let go of her after making sure she is stabilized. I turn back around and look for my schedule. I finally find it and look for my first period.
As I walk over to my homeroom, I enter and see an empty seat next to the girl who I caught. I cock an eyebrow and look around for a different seat. Of course, she just happens to see me.
"Hey! Come here!" She waves me down. I sigh and walk over.
As I walk over, another girl comes over and bumps into me. I shrug it off, but a voice cut through the peace that was my mind.
"Aren't you going to apologize?"
I whip around. It's another chick. "Got a pro- um..." I rack my brain for the equivalent of my question, but shrug and walk to the girl who waved me down. "You are seriously going to sit by Yachi?"
"Yeah, I am. Do you have a problem with it?" I turn around and stare who I assume to be Himari.
Himari freezes up, catching my eyes.
"I said, do you have a problem with that?"
"N-no." Himari scoffs, flouncing her hair and her posse follows after her.
"You-you didn't have to do that!" Yachi blanches white in the face, waving her hands around like a mad woman.
"Nah, no problem, hun. Besides...
Bullies were never my kinda thing." ______________________________________________________________
I now walk Yachi to class every day to make sure Himari doesn't push her around.
That doesn't mean I can be there all the time.
"I noticed Himari seems more... confident, nowadays." I raise an eyebrow at Yachi, seeing her face flush.
"Well... she knows my routine... she's also in the Photography Club." Yachi rubs her arms; her English way better than it was at the beginning of the year.
"That's what I thought." I frown, my nose flaring slightly. "I'm gonna beat a bitch..." I mutter, fire rising in my chest.
"Y/N! You can't do that! It's against the rules!" Yachi tugs at the cardigan tied around my waist.
"I know. Doesn't mean I can't wait for the perfect moment." An evil smile crosses my face with a laugh taking over my body.
"Y/N! Calm down! You're going to attract attention!" Yachi grabs at my short sleeve this time.
"Everything will be okay, hun. I've got it under control." I smile at Yachi, trying to keep her spirits up.
"O-ok!" Yachi smiles, walking to homeroom now.
---------- After homeroom, during a break -------------
"Hey, Himari! I need some help with something!" I call for the bitch while Yachi is looking at another club or something.
The girl smirks and walks over, sitting on the desk.
"Hey, new girl. What do you need help with?" Himari smirks, flicking her hair again.
I smile all nice and pretty and lean close to her, like I'm going to point something out to her. Instead... she's going to know not to pick on Yachi again.
"If you ever push Yachi around again, I will personally make sure to make whatever area we are in a WWE match that you will be guaranteed to lose... got it?" I smirk, waiting for her response. I can feel her cold sweats radiating from her neck as I smile behind the big textbook.
"Whatever, new girl." Himari tries to leave, but my hand clamps on her shoulder.
"My name is Y/N... and you should do good to remember it." I smile all pretty to really send the message home.
Himari scoffs and walks off in perfect timing with Yachi coming inside.
"Hey, Y/N! I found another club! It's for the boys volleyball team. I'm going to be like a... 'mini-manager', as you would call it."
"Sounds perfect for you, Yachi. Are you sure about this?" I know she gets nervous around new people.
"Su-sure! I met their 'main manager', Kiyoko. She seems nice." Yachi smiles and gets more comfortable talking about the club.
"Okay. But I'm coming with you. No one is allowed to mess with you."
"O-okay!" Yachi stammers, getting into her seat for our class.
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"Hey, guys. I remember you talking about how the team would need a new manager, so... Meet your new manager." Kiyoko introduces Yachi.
I stand off to the side, ready to throw hands if need be.
"YOU'RE SO CUTE!!!" Two boys jump at Yachi, and Kiyoko and I hold them back.
"Hands off!" I shout at the two loud boys.
"Huh?" They look up at me. I cross my arms and stand protectively in front of Yachi.
"You're pretty too!" My eye twitches. 'Did those two idiots think I was jealous of Yachi?'
"Not what I was here for, but okay." I shrug and take up my post beside Yachi again.
"You're the new American transfer, huh?" The tall blonde asked rhetorically.
"The one and only, beanpole." I stay indifferent. This is no different than American schools.
Minus the fact that there is less school shootings and fist fights...
So a little boring, but it's fine.
"So why do you use Japanese, if pretty much everyone knows English?" A little carrot sprout asks me.
I smirk and look him up and down. "Because people get weirded out if you don't know their culture or language, sweetheart. Especially when it's only one person in a school of hundreds."
"Well, everyone has noticed how Blondie here has a bodyguard after a few run-ins with Himari. That's you then." Tsukishima attempts to get under my skin.
"What can I say?
Bullies were never my kind of thing."
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I noticed how Yachi is being a recluse again, a tell-tale sign of Himari bullying her again.
I sigh and continue trudging on. I'm just kinda hoping that Yachi stands up for herself now.
As we go into homeroom, Himari shoulder-checks Yachi as she walks to her seat.
I sigh and shoulder-check Himari back, giving her a tired look and shaking my head. "Don't start that shit today, Himari. I'm too tired for this crap."
Himari just giggles and sits down. I sigh and roll my shoulders, sitting down. I pull out my materials for class and do the work.
--------- After classes, now lunch time ----------
"Hey, Yachi? I'm gonna go get some lunch. Be right back." I wink and send her a finger gun.
I walk to a vending machine and grab a drink for my lunch.
"Hey! Y/N-san!" Hinata shouted in the halls, running at me.
"Ahhhh!" I wait for impact of a short carrot sprout, but none comes. I let out a breath of relief.
"What do you need, Carrot?" I ask Hinata, walking back to my classroom.
"I need help with tutoring, and I know you and Yachi share a class, so I was hoping you could help me?" Hinata asks me.
"Um... Why don't you ask Tsukishima? He's a pretty smart guy too." I shrug and walk on.
"Tsukishima is rude, and while his methods of studying works... Hinata can't handle the pressure." Kageyama joins us as we pass a milk vending machine.
I shrug, "Makes sense. Mine's not any better. I just use a different method, but sure. Whatever you guys want."
"Awesome!" Hinata jumps in the air.
"So I need help with math and English class. I'm pretty sure Kageyama needs help with everything-" Hinata is quieted by Kageyama who is slapping the back of his head.
"Boke, Hinata, BOKE! I don't need help with anything!" Kageyama pouts and shakes his fist angrily.
"But didn't you fail your English test? And your formal Japanese tests? And your..." Hinata's words are drowned out by the scene that plays out in front of me.
Himari is laughing... and pouring milk on Yachi's lap.
Instantly, my body locks up, all of my muscles tensing. I don't even hear my bag dropping.
"Um... Y/N-san?" Hinata's voice sounds as if it's far away.
"I'll be right back, Hinata." I say as I walk over to Himari, putting my hair up, eyes wide and tunnel vision on Himari.
"Oh no..." Kageyama says as Tsukishima passes the classroom with Yamaguchi.
"What are you saying 'oh no' for King? Did someone steal your milk?-" Tsukishima is cut off seeing Y/N tap Himari's shoulder. He immediately pulls out his phone and starts recording.
Himari turns around and is immediately met with a fist to the face. Himari falls to the ground, her hair whipping around and almost catching on Y/N. Y/N grabs Himari before she can fall and lands another five-fingered punch, letting her fall this time.
"Come on, bitch! I know you can understand me because you reacted when I talked in English!" Y/N lands a hit on Himari's stomach, causing the bully to keel over.
"I thought you said you were the baddest bitch in the school! Or did I hear wrong?!" Y/N hits Himari with a right-handed uppercut followed by a left-handed punch directly on her cheek.
By then, Himari is so pissed. All of her friends back off and cringe.
"You'll pay... you illiterate American cunt." Himari quietly talks, throwing a weak-ass punch.
Y/N blocks the feeble punch, not even bothering to hit again. "I serve cunt, you repugnant skid mark."
Y/N, after not having anything fun to do around the school, finally grins. She has been waiting for this moment.
The moment her rage can be unleashed.
She held nothing back. She hit left and right, left and right, left and right... again and again... and again.
Himari was helpless against the rage of an American teen.
As Himari lays helplessly at Y/N's feet.
"So who's next?" Y/N looks around the classroom, a dark grin appearing on her face. Nobody dares to face her.
Y/N takes a deep breath, "Come on, Yachi. Lets get you cleaned up." Y/N leads Yachi out of the classroom.
"I want that footage, Tsukishima!" Y/N shouts at the tall boy.
The other boys just walk out of the classroom, scarred.
"I'm gonna tell Tanaka-senpai." Hinata bolts down the hall, going to his own class.
Kageyama goes to his classroom, knowing he will probably hear about it later at volleyball practice.
Yamaguchi and Tsukishima go to their respective classes, knowing they will see Y/N there later.
"Y/N-san! Why would you do that?! You're gonna get in trouble!" Yachi exclaims from her side of the bathroom.
Y/N sighs, expecting this. "What can I say, sweetheart?
Bullies were never my kinda thing."
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Author's Cup of Tea:
Teehee *loudly slurps tea*
Tell me what y'all think. It's my first time writing in the Haikyu!! universe. Should I do it again? Should I do the same prompt in a different universe?
See you later, caffies~
Also, i am hyperaware that even tho i am a native speaking English-woman, my english is actual garbage. Any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is greatly appreciated. Thank you 🤗
The Future Belongs To Those Who Believe In The Beauty Of Their Dreams
𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘰 𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
Authors note: it's October. Don't read this if you're a minor.
Shoyo has always had this habit. He'll keep going after something until he gets it. One more game. One more round. One more date.
One more time.
It drives you insane, in the best way possible. During his time away, it was always 'One more call.' or 'One more hour.' He was insatiable. Always being the supportive partner, you'd give in, but not too much. Never too much. Of course, that didn't last when he came back.
Before Shoyo left, he was timid. Not in the sense that he was shy with you, but more in the sense he didn't know what the fuck he was doing. His words. Although, that does not apply to him anymore, in any way, shape, or form. He'd grown into his body, and grown into more as a whole and it stole your breath at the airport.
Literally.
One moment he was at the end of the terminal and next thing you know, his lips were on you and his hands were gripping your waist. Shoyo's presence took your breath away. As the greetings came and went that day, you didn't leave his side. He wouldn't let you.
A hand on your lower back, or holding yours. But he'd become possessive in touch, ever so slightly. You couldn't help but think he was behaving like he hadn't played a game in a long time. He'd finally found a ball, an arena. His hand brushed your nape and fiddled with your hair. He stole kisses every chance he could.
One more time.
What you hadn't expected was what would happen the minute you locked your door that night. When you turned your unsuspecting back to poor Shoyo, the man just couldn't help himself.
Look at you. Finer, prettier, and his. Just as the tell-tale sound of the deadbolt sliding into place sounded, your hair was over your shoulder and his mouth was on your neck. His name came out as a strangled gasp, and you couldn't believe it. This cannot be the Shoyo who gave you timid kisses on your cheek and had shy, albeit clumsy sex with you.
There was something about him, something had changed, because you were already hyperaware of him after such a long time, and this was just, insane. Rapidly losing any semblance of higher-functioning thinking, you whip around in your man's arms. You just had to see him, had to confirm that this was your Shoyo and not some, some imposter!
And the look in his eyes could only be described as hungry love. it was the look he got on the court when he was in his flow.
"Sh-shoyo?"
Your back was up against the wall, his hands resting on your hips. His eyes looked into yours, then fell to your lips. Maybe it was a little mean of you, but you can't help but bite your lips, looking up at him. He gives a little smirk before he kisses you again, but it's heated this time, with an edge that wasn't there before.
Soon, you're on your bed as he all but throws on you it, lifting his arms up and shedding his shirt somewhere on your floor. Not that you cared in particular where it landed, because the scene in front of you was much more interesting. Shoyo was more muscle now, and you'd felt it but seeing it was different. You automatically shuffle a bit, and he tracks the movement before his mouth is leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck and his hands are moving on your chest.
"Shoyo-!"
His face is still buried in the crook of your neck when he speaks, his voice vibrating through you.
"Just, missed ya' so bad, pretty."
And who can argue with that logic?
Not you, if the state of you was any indication. He’d done something, and next thing you know your legs are now on his shoulders, which are so much more wider, and his head in between them, and sweet heavens, this man was gonna ruin you.
Your hands were in his hair or gripping the sheets, and you’re pretty sure that you are being the opposite of shy at this moment, with the sounds Shoyo’s tongue keeps pulling out. You’re so close to your high, and his hands are curved around your legs holding you in place. You feel as if you are going to shatter.
“Come on,” his voice reverberates through you, and you glance down at him. His eyes are already on your face though, and you don’t break eye contact until his does this long swipe with his tongue and you are done for. Snapping your eyes shut you cry his name as he works you through your orgasm.
You know you’re panting hard, but his fingers are fiddling with you now and you know you won’t walk tomorrow when he smirks up at you and says,
“One more time.”
And you can’t say no. You never have. Who says you’ll say it now?
⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯