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THE CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROW CROWBIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (Kageyama Tobio but crow)

It’s an easy mistake—typing swear instead of sweat. However, they have two different meanings.

WORD COUNT: 387 words

TAGS: Canon Compliant; Established Relationship; Male! Reader

NOTES: This is based on something that happened to me back in high school (I’m Y/N).  I remembered it when talking to my mom.  Hope you enjoy this fluff/crack.

“L/N Y/N!” Nishinoya yelled, and L/N looked up from his book to see Nishinoya stalking toward him.  Thankfully, they were the only ones in the library.  Nishinoya’s glare made L/N close his book and set it on the table. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” L/N asked as he tilted his head and Nishinoya stopped in front of him.  Usually, he could figure out what was going on when it came to Nishinoya—he wasn’t terribly difficult to understand—but he had absolutely no clue right now.  The silence between them contained Nishinoya glaring at him, and L/N eventually sighing. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do!”

L/N pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes.  When he looked at Nishinoya, annoyance settled in his eyes.  Although the interaction hadn’t been going on for too long, his patience was quickly disappearing. “No, I really don’t.”

“You let me say I swear in the middle of the night!” Nishinoya said as he slammed his hands on the table.

“Do you not?” L/N asked.  It would make more sense if Nishinoya didn’t since he hadn’t been able to figure out what it’d look like to swear in your sleep.  He thought about it until it started getting too weird.  How it was weird, he didn’t know.

“No, I don’t!” Nishinoya said as he threw his hands up. “Do you think I scream ‘fuck’ in the middle of the night?”

L/N shrugged. “I wasn’t going to question it.” 

“Well, I sweat in my sleep.” He crossed his arms. “I don’t swear in my sleep, I promise.”

L/N raised a brow. “I don’t care what you do in your sleep.” He paused. “But swearing would be pretty annoying, though.  You’d probably wake a lot of people up.”

“I don’t swear in my sleep!” Nishinoya yelled, and L/N rolled his eyes.

“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮” - 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗒𝗎𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 ╰► ❨ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 ❩

- 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝖠𝗌𝖺𝗁𝗂 𝖠𝗓𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾 ⋆ 𝖣𝖺𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝖲𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺 ⋆ 𝖪𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾 ⋆ 𝖲𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎 ⋆ 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝖸𝖺𝗄𝗎 ⋆ 𝖪𝖾𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝖪𝗈𝗓𝗎𝗆𝖾

Characters: Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Yaku Morisuke, Miya Atsumu, Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintarou, Kita Shinsuke x reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive in Kageyama’s and Atsumu’s parts. 

What do the Haikyuu!! Boys wear in place of traditional wedding rings? 

A/N: I’ve been thinking about the concept for a long time, but a prompt asked in a hq x reader server I’m in finally gave me the push I needed to finally write it down. Most pro-volleyball players or people working in certain industries can’t wear metal wedding rings due to the safety risk, so it got me thinking what my faves would do as an alternative! 

@silverflqmes @lesbiansatosugu @sugioki thank you for the ideas for your faves!

Haikyuu!! Masterlist

Hinata Shoyo wears a silicone wedding band, in a soft metallic rose gold color. He’s a romantic heart, and the warm hue on his hand reminds him of all of the sunsets in Rio de Janeiro that he promised to share with you one day, when he returned from across the sea. The proposal itself didn’t include the ring, though, because he got eager and blurted it out on the high of adrenaline from winning the match against Argentina at the Olympics. Hopefully the PR team won’t have too much trouble cleaning up after him…

Kageyama Tobio’s hands are a work of art. Smooth, supple skin with long, flexible fingers and a surgical level of precision with his movements. He keeps them in top condition at all times, following a hand care routine that you could only wish to replicate. He rarely wears sports tape and says anything on his hands throws him off, including a ring. For this reason, he doesn’t wear one, either on or off the court. That doesn’t mean he’s not devoted though, and there are other places– and ways– to leave your mark on him.

When he’s not on court, Yaku Morisuke wears a polished titanium band with a solitaire-style diamond set into it. It’s classy and stylish, and very expensive. When he takes it off in the locker room, he leaves it locked in a special vault in the venue manager’s office. Back when you had first gotten engaged, you had tried to convince him to buy a cheaper option, but he insisted because his salary as a sponsored player far outweighed anything else he could use it for. You know he likes to flash it with a dismissive handwave when the paparazzi get a little too close for his liking, too. He says it gets the message across that he’s a taken man. 

Miya Atsumu’s got a busy mouth. When he’s not egging someone on or talking smack in a locker room, he’s chewing on something. A stick of gum, a high-calorie snack that’ll make his athletic trainer have a heart attack, or his wedding band. It wasn’t your intention when you had first purchased the heavy-duty ring made of medical grade silicone, but things had worked out in the end. Atsumu says the teethmarks on it give it character, but if you’d prefer him to leave them somewhere else, he can do that too.

Oikawa Tooru initially bought a pair of sterling silver rings inlaid with aquamarines for you to share. Being as sentimental as he is, he also never wanted to take his off, so during his first match after getting engaged he wore it on a chain on his neck. During the rally, the force of his jump caused the ring to fly up and nail him, right in the teeth. He swore never again, so now he just takes the ring off and leaves it with you before a game. He’s taken to calling it leaving his heart in your hands, so you suppose the fondness of the concept never really left. 

Suna Rintarou ignores the whispers and rumors of his involvement with the criminal underground that follow him around when he gets your wedding band tattooed on his left hand. The press isn’t impressed with the less-than-traditional move on his part, but really, their opinions to him are worth less than shit. He wants a sign of his commitment to you visible on him at all times, and he’ll do whatever he sees fit to show it off. 

Bonus!

Kita Shinsuke knows better than anyone that things made by your own hands are of the best quality, so before he asked you to marry him he bought 15 grams of silver clay and asked your friends to discreetly get your ring size for him. He shaped the rings with his own hands and carved intricate sheafs of rice running along the edges. A neighbor with a kiln kindly fired them for him, and when he got them back he sanded them down and proposed that very night. While he can’t wear his ring while working in the fields for his own safety, Kita integrates it into his routine by taking it off every morning before he goes out at dawn, and having you put it back on his hand when he comes inside at dusk. He thanks you every time with a gentle kiss.

as it's titled, different haikyuu boys and you as various bl cliches!

tags 一 ikemen! hinata s., co-worker! kuroo t., childhood friend! yaku m., and yaoi mangaka! kozume k., x m. reader, all technically canonverse, kind of crack, drabbles? headcanons?

hinata shoyo, as the sunshine, popular, ikemen seme to your snippy, reserved black cat uke.

he didn’t stand out much in his first year, but with every successful tournament, every medal and trophy he brought back with the rest of the volleyball team, hinata made himself known throughout karasuno’s halls. before anyone knew it, by hinata’s third year, his hair had grown out, his smile still bright, and people seemed to greet the champion middle blocker wherever he went.

he was the exact type of guy you despised, and much to your dismay, you were placed right behind him in class. his energy was infectious, and even if you resolved to ignore him the whole year, he couldn’t help himself. he’d ramble in your ear about countless things, volleyball club shenanigans, the works.

eventually, you learned the sides of him you’d have never assumed. a friend from another school that reminded him exactly of you, the years in middle school he spent by himself—no powerhouse club behind him, or his uncharacteristic seriousness as he talked of his dreams of being the greatest volleyball player ever.

when you finally caved and responded with your passions, his eyes would light up, and despite knowing nothing about the topic, he’d praise and flatter you endlessly. his eager voice and genuine laughter seemed to light the match for the fire beneath your skin.

how cliche, the way you’ve fallen for his charms too.