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im sooo sick of seeing smut of minors normalized on this app..
There is an unbelievable amount of smut and weird posts about minor characters on here. ( e.g: the students at kyoto/jujustu high, the majority of haikyuu characters, project sekai, my here academia students and SO many more.)
I feel like this shouldnt be a conversation that anyone should have to have because it should be obvious to everyone that it is NOT okay to write smut about CHILDREN.
And ive seen people try to excuse their actions by saying “oh well im younger than them so its okay!!” “theyre just fictional characters it isnt that deep!!”, neither of those things make it okay because they are still MINORS whether you think it’s okay or not.
It isnt that hard to not be a weirdo and some of you guys need to get that through your heads!!! and I dont care if you think im being ‘dramatic’ im just saying what i think is true.
and i’ve noticed its usually a bunch of big creators and they ALWAYS get away with it and everyone eats it up like its normal. As someone with a small following its weird no matter your following.
( P.S my tags are random just to get you’re attention please don’t pay them any mind >_< )
bye bye :P
Day 6: Kageyama Tobio + Hinata Shoyo; First times
Kinktober Masterlist
Part 3 of the Karasuno Gangbang Series
WC: 610
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“Now you have to take care of the kouhais”
The thought sent shivers down your spine. Now that they caught you and Daichi, you’ll have to take care of everyone. Your breathing finally calmed down, you knew about their lack of experience you you thought you could just let them use you and move to the other teammates. For that reason alone you didn’t prepare yourself for another orgasm, you could just lead them to their own and not have to be exhausted.
You crawled up to Kageyama first,, his wide eyes were focused on your lust-blown facial expression. Your face was flushed and your half lidded eyes stared down the bulge in his pants. Your hand reached up to palm him, a groan escaping his lips. Your fingers found their way to his waistband and pulled both his shorts and boxers down at the same time, his length finally released.
You shifted your weight to your knees, your mouth finding itself around the taller boy’s tip. You felt him stiffen as your tongue swirled on his tip, cleaning it from precum and coating it with your saliva instead. He bit his lip as he felt his face get red when you started to take him deeper and bob your head up and down.
You didn’t notice how envious Hinata looked when he saw how good Kageyama was feeling, the whimpers and breathy groans that came from him as you sucked him off. Hinata looked to Sugawara as he fidgeted around, his hard-on now feeling uncomfortable as he noticed how bad he needed to feel something too.
Sugawara gave him a smile and tilted his head to point at something. Hinata followed with his eyes and ended up looking at your pussy, still leaking with the load that Sugawara had busted in you before. He looked back a Sugawara with stars in his eye, asking if it was okay. The silver haired man just nodded back at him while Tsukishima scoffed at him needing permission.
He quickly undressed his bottom half but took his short off as well because it was getting in the way. He rubbed the tip along your stained folds and softly asked if he could put it in.
You let out a moan of approval, sending vibrations to Kageyama’s cock which was shaft deep in your mouth, making him instinctively gripped onto your hair. His fingers weaved themselves in your hair and slightly pushed your head down further as tears pricked your eyes.
Hinata slowly pushed in, the overwhelming heat of your tight cunt made him moan loudly. He picked up speed right away, going at full speed which made your hand that was cupping Kageyama’s balls, falter. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Hinata held your hips and pounded into you with full force.
Hinata’s thrusting had pushed you forward, Kageyama’s cock had reached your throat, tears fully streaming down your cheeks. You didn’t think Hinata would last this long but with his speed and surprising sex drive you were brought to an unexpected climax.
You moaned one after another, stimulating Kageyma’s cock as he felt himself get unraveled. You felt him cum down your throat, then he pulled out and you tasted his salty semen as you swallowed it with some dripping out of your mouth.
You landed on your hands and whimpered when Hinata relewased his load in you, he luckily stopped from overstimulating you right when you shook and came. You panted and felt him slip out of you, his and Sugawara’s mixed cum seeping out of you.
You heard snickering, “I can’t believe he made you cum.”
I saw that u write for Haikyuu so pls do hcs about dating kags and shoyo (poly pls if u do that)
Summary: ^
Genre/Warnings: fluff, headcannons
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Tbh I don’t see much of Kagehina poly with reader
I’m pretty sure they had a contest to see who could confess to you first when they found out they both liked you
You see them running to you when they both yell “I like you!!”
Cue them arguing about who’s better for you
They stop when they hear you giggling
You’re like, “I like both of you tbh so if you guys aren’t okay with that I’m not dating either of you”
They stare at you and make a silent agreement to share you
Dating them includes all the kisses and hugs you could ever want
Mostly from Hinata when you’re in public
Kissing competitions
my god
ok, so,
You’re kissing Hinata right
Then Kageyama just, “BOKE HINATA YOU’RE HOGGING Y/N”
Pulls you away from Hinata and starts kissing you
Hinata’s like, “I kiss better than you anyway”
and that’s how it started.
After that you bring up how they could also kiss because they seem like they’re dating each other too
Then it’s really a poly relationship now
They would tease you by making out with each other then ignoring you
Immediately regrets it because you throw a temper tantrum and ignore them for days
“Kiss each other” you always say, coldly
They always apologize and cuddle you until you forgive them
They’re very clingy too
Are always by your side when you go out
Whoever notices someone looking at you with give you a big ol’ smooch
Kageyama scaring them off when anyone looks at you three funny
You getting jealous when girls recognize and compliment them because they saw them in competitions
Sweaty hugs after competitions and practices
You will also def text both on them ‘Whoever gets to me first gets a kiss’
The ground rumbles as they sprint to you
Hinata reaches you first but Kageyama lifts you high enough so Hinata can’t stop him from kissing you
When you pull away you get down and give Hinata all the smoochies he deserves
God, I love these boys
Yandere KageHina x Reader (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)
*GIFs not mine*
A/N: Just the one, but I really wanna do more for other pairs like Daichi-Sugawara and such. Not really sure how I feel about this one in general, but I hope y’all like it!
Word count: 1157
Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio:
With ease, these two take up all your attention.
One minute, Hinata’s trying to show you his improving math grades, and the next, Kageyama’s trying to show off his power serves.
Neither one leaves you alone for long but as soon as they come together on you, everything turns into a zoo. Kageyama’s shyly holding your hand, purely for the peer pressure of Hinata draping his entire arm around your waist.
Let’s face it--you’re just another contest between them.
However, as soon as a new boy even looks like he’s trying to come into the picture, they’re gonna scare him away. (This is one of the few times they work together for a common goal--how sweet!)
Hinata will try his best to politely ask the man to leave you alone… but that doesn’t work. So now it’s Kageyama’s turn.
He glares. And then he glares some more.
All silence. Just glares.
And then the boy never bothers you again! Really, it’s that easy.
They’ll never kidnap you unless absolutely necessary, but that really never happens considering they’re already the only men in your life.
Kageyama’s terribly awkward in showing his affection to you, but Hinata is the complete opposite. The shorter has no shame in tackling you in a hug, while the taller most definitely is terrified of even brushing the hair from your face.
But Hinata has much to learn too. While Kageyama understands your desire to not stand out, Hinata just loves to show you off to the world!
This includes kisses (bordering on making out) in the middle of class--a huge no-go for you.
All it takes is one “You know she hates that, dumbass!” and Hinata’s learned his lesson, but he’s still antsy to show you off.
To volleyball games, your attendance is mandatory. Some days they wouldn’t even dare to play if you weren’t there to watch.
They love to see you cheer for them, no matter how much it makes Kageyama blush while Hinata jumps up and down. One successful quick attack and both boys’ gazes search the crowd for you, finding home and waiting for your approval like a pair of puppies.
They’re such good boys.
However, this totally presents a problem the minute you all graduate high school.
It would be a lie to say they completely hated sharing, but there was still a small rivalry of who would get you once the inevitable split happened.
Whose games would you go to more? Who would you live with? How would the other have to compensate?
You didn’t want to leave them either. After all, it’d been three years. In that amount of time, there was no way their love was still completely unrequited.
A compromise was met.
You lived in an apartment in a city exactly halfway between both boys’ teams. They paid for your living expenses--because of course they loved to spoil you--while you went to the local college. It was perfect!
Until it wasn’t.
There was a boy.
In one of your classes.
He was nice. Too nice.
But he wasn’t the only one.
Suddenly you had friend groups you were hanging out with, people who had no idea what you liked or what to keep you away from.
When Hinata and Kageyama agreed to meet you one Friday night at your apartment and you weren’t home, that was the last straw.
Clearly you couldn’t be trusted on your own. Clearly, you didn’t deserve that freedom.
And then they found you, smiling, chatting, laughing with what could only be described as undeserving scum, Hinata and Kageyama snapped.
“Please don’t!”
“It’s for your own good, YN. You didn’t listen to us!” Normally, Hinata couldn’t bear to see you cry without shedding a few tears of his own, but tonight his eyes were dry. His face was still sad though as he handcuffed you to Kageyama’s bed.
Kageyama enters the room, a suitcase in each hand. “Here,” he hands one to Hinata. “This one stays at your house while I keep this one here.”
The new plan: you were to be locked up in one of their homes, switching every week.
Hinata accepted the bag with a nod, tossing one last glance at your crying form.
“YN.” He couldn’t resist, brushing the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. Hinata cringed in sadness at the way you flinched away from his touch, but he didn’t mention it. “Please. You know I hate to see you cry. Look at it this way,” he forced a smile, caressing the skin underlying your cuffs, “now you don’t have to wait for one of us to come to you, because we’ll always be here. And if you want to see the other, we can FaceTime!”
Kageyama clenched his jaw at the scene, wishing he didn’t have to keep you locked up just to keep you in his apartment.
But he knew it was for your own good.
Finally, when Hinata couldn’t take anymore of your crying face, he rose from his crouch at your side with a whimper and made his way to Kageyama standing in the doorway.
“Remind her that I love her every day.”
“Okay.”
“And that she can always call if she needs to.”
“Okay.”
“And don’t forget that she’s almost on her-”
“I know that, dumbass, you don’t think I have that marked on my calendar?”
“I was just saying, Kageyama!”
“Whatever.”
And with that, Hinata left with a suitcase of half of your possessions in hand.
Kageyama sat by your side on his bed the minute his front door closed, one of his hands reaching up to brush through your hair. “You understand why we needed to do this, right?”
You couldn’t hold his blue gaze for long before more tears sprung to your eyes. “Please…”
Kageyama shook his head, dropping his hand to cup your cheek. “It’ll be like this for a while. At least… at least until we can trust you again. All right?”
When he saw your bottom lip begin to quiver once more, he knew reasoning with you was pointless. Even though he’d known you for years, handling your emotions was still foreign to him.
Hinata was so much better at that stuff.
Kageyama huffed and rose to his feet, pressing a hesitant kiss to your forehead before moving to the suitcase sitting on the floor. “I’ll help you unpack, and tomorrow maybe you can come with me to practice if you’re good, okay?”
Kageyama and Hinata were always going to struggle with sharing you, but it was an issue they were willing to work through. After all, they shared one common goal: keeping you by their sides.
He Returns from an Away Game (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)
*GIFs not mine*
A/N: This idea was just too cute I couldn’t pass on it! Don’t know why, I’m just in a really “write-y” mood today. Hope you like it!
Word count: 950
Hinata Shouyou:
He’s the type to jump on you right when he sees you in the airport.
“YNYOUREHEREIMISSEDYOUSOMUCHILOVEYOUCOMEWITHNEXTTIME!”
Talks so goddamn fast you can’t figure out wth he’s saying
Essentially he just freaking wants you to come with him to away games from now on.
“The hotel room’s big enough! So is the bed!”
Innocent boi doesn’t know what he’s insinuating.
Literally bouncing and spinning you around the entire time while telling you about the trip.
At the house he literally wants to help you do everything, hanging around your waist and kissing your cheek every five minutes.
Baby boi is just a sweetheart who missed you bad.
Many cuddles to make up for lost time
Kageyama Tobio:
He’s so excited to see you
Like he starts running toward you in the airport but then he feels like he has to play it cool so he slows down and starts whistling. (the definition of “oh shit, act natural”)
When he’s finally in front of you and you hug the life out of him, he has the gall to scoff
“Calm down, I was only gone for a couple weeks.”
But when you pull away he forces you back in. “Not yet tho.”
He’s the one who’s gonna buy you a million souvenirs bc he couldn’t figure out what you liked… even if the game was only a few towns over.
Kags just wants something for you to remember him by when he’s gone so you don’t forget about him (dumb boi thinks it’s that easy🤦♀️)
More cuddles, but just like lowkey ones at night.
(but when you get up to go to the bathroom he freaks out about you leaving)
(“stay” “I gotta pee” “i don’t care you’re not going anywhere”)
Oikawa Tooru:
Oooh
Ooh
Oh boy this man missed you, like damn
Remember that scene where his lil nephew snitched about him crying after his break up
Yeah… he’s a tearful boi
Like he sees you in the airport waiting for him and he starts tearing up
“YN!” He’s wailing at this point. “IM NEVER LEAVING YOU EVER AGAIN!”
Chills out after getting his solid five minutes of YN hugs.
“Ok so yeah we kicked ass.”
Takes you out on a romantic date. Flowers, classy restaurant, the works. He wants to treat you well after not being able to see each other for so long.
Long walks on the beach, watch the sunset.
This dude is trying to woo you like he did back in high school
And it works
“I missed you” sex on the beach. Nothing beats that.
Really tho when this guy returns from an away game he’s all about getting right back into the romantic groove with you.
Oikawa’s voice saying “Did you miss me?” w that fucking smirk= 100/10 panties are flying
Bokuto Koutarou:
Pfft, are you kidding me??
Any away game it’s freaking guaranteed Bokuto facetimed you every goddamn day just bc he couldn’t stand being away from you for too long.
Even so he still tackles you in the airport.
It was the one time you looked away from the entrance to check the time on your phone and he still managed to catch you off guard.
Ever see those videos of a soldier returning home to see his dog? Mmhmm, that’s Bokuto with you
All. Over. You.
Face nuzzling your neck all during the walk through the airport.
Hand on your thigh as y’all drive home.
More “I missed you” sex, and then cuddling for the rest of the day. Like damn.
When he wakes up the next day and you’re not in his arms, bro literally s o b s
“YN LEFT ME MY LIFE IS OVER!”
You determine there’s not even a point to trying to serve him breakfast in bed anymore considering he’ll immediately notice when you’re not in his arms anymore.
Even so, morning, middle of the day, and evening cuddles combined with him sticking to you like a koala lasts about a week long (literally attached to your hip 24/7), and then he calms down.
Until the next away game...
Ushijima Wakatoshi:
Psshh, you thought he missed you??
FOOL!
Literally approaches you so slowly in the airport.
Like this motherfucker walks in slow motion.
Customary hug and kiss.
And then you walk out to the car holding hands.
You get to the car and are trying to get inside but like… h e w o n t l e t g o
“Uhh, Toshi?”
“Hmm?”
You’re just sitting in the car with the door open and he’s standing outside still holding your hand like it’s glued in his.
“You mind?”
“I have no idea what you’re referencing.”
Five minutes later he’s like “oh yeah, that.”
When you finally start driving home it’s like he’s trying to strangle the steering wheel. White knuckles and if looks could kill, any car in the road would be six feet under.
At home, all bets are off. And all clothes.
He just… missed you a lot.
Waking up at noon the next day in those muscular arms. One of his hands are tracing along your face while the other holds your hip. He’s got that husky morning voice and ruffled hair covers his forehead as he watches you, keeping you flush against his chest.
A slight twitch in the corner of his mouth.
“I missed you.”
Of course you gotta say it back so you can see that once-in-a-lifetime smile.
“I missed you too.”
Calling Him by His Name (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)
(Third Gym Version) Part 2
Tsukishima, Kuroo, Lev
A/N: Akaashi’s ain’t even a game, it’s just how I feel at this point😒 hehe here’s part two cuz they NEVER FIT ARGGGGG😡 anyways, y’all I really am sorry I won’t be able to post as much. It’s fun to see you guys like and comment on my posts, and I’m glad you guys are so supportive. Good luck returning to school or work or whatever you may do to pass the time, and I hope you are all staying safe! Enjoy!
Henlo 🥺👉🏼👈🏼. I really love your writing, and I was hoping that I could request a hinata soulmate!au. I really loved the other ones. Thank you so much!
Tug of War (Hinata x Reader/Soulmate!au)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You had a nervous habit, and to your soulmate, it was a bit cruel. From time to time, you would occasionally tug on your red string of fate. You never really saw the effects… at least, not until now. “Hinata, are you okay?!”
A/N: Haha, had this one planned out for months but never had the energy to do it. Thanks for giving me that extra push, anon! It’s a little short, but I hope you like it!
Word count: 1614
The sound of balls whamming into the ground split through your eardrums.
Wham!
“Nice kill!”
Heavy breathing accompanied the noise, along with the heavy stench of sweat as you wormed your way to the front of the crowd. From the second-level balcony, you had a full view of the court, the benches, and most importantly, the greatest decoy.
Though his height was nothing to call home about, something had always drawn you to the little ginger bouncing on the tips of his toes right now. Maybe it was the way he faced every challenge head on, or maybe it was the way he would smile after bounding onto the volleyball court. You weren’t quite sure, and that’s exactly what had you fiddling with the ruby string around your dominant pinkie.
“It’s up!”
It was Karasuno’s first home game. On the other half of the court was a teal and white team, Seijoh-- or… maybe it was Aoba Johsai. You never really knew.
All that was for sure was that the group of five or so girls beside you were all cheering for “Oikawa” with squeals like a local pig farm. When you followed their gazes, you weren’t really impressed. Sure, he was handsome, but you guessed redheads had always been more your type.
“Nice one, Hinata!” At the name, you leaned over the metal railing and peered down on the court, more attentive now than ever. He had just been switched out, replaced with an even shorter male, which… you weren’t really sure how that was possible.
While watching from the player’s box, Hinata drank from a water bottle with haste. You had never been more jealous of plastic in your life.
Soon, the whistles blew, and he was switched back into the game. Brown eyes glimmering, he shifted into the front row spot near a taller first year with dark hair.
“Watch out for that blocker, dumbass.”
“Why do you always call me that?!”
Their yells didn’t exactly reach that far up into the stands, but thanks to the general air around the two, you figured your lip-reading had been more than accurate.
A small smile had settled onto your face as the game moved on, and not once had your fingers stopped twisting and twirling the string. Somehow, the energy of the game had seeped right into your own being, and soon you were biting your lip in anticipation.
“Bring it to me!”
Hinata ran around the setter and jumped, and just when he reared back to spike--
Tug.
His body flailed and flew through the air like a fish out of water. The cringe from every person in the room was almost audible as soon as he crashed to the ground, the plastic numbers on the back of his jersey squealing in protest.
When he finally stopped sliding, he flinched right as the ball that had been set for him bonked his forehead before dribbling away.
For a moment, the entire gym was silent. Some’s mouths were gaped with awe, others had brows raised in concern. Luckily, not a single person saw you, watching your pinkie as though it had whispered the secrets of the universe.
“AGAIN?!” Hinata shouted to himself, breaking the silence and wriggling around on his back in frustration. “She’s gotta stop doing that!”
Oops.
“Hinata, are you okay?!” His teammates crowd around the fallen spiker in a huddle, concerned looks being served left and right.
In mere seconds, your face had shifted from ghostly white to rosy red, and it took you even less time to book it out of there.
Bad habit, bad habit!
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All throughout your life, you had waited to meet your soulmate. Was he tall? Short? Kind? Mean? What if he didn’t even speak the same language?
Each day, these questions plagued your mind, and somewhere along the way, your habit had grown. A little twist of the string, a small caress of the soft fabric wrapped around your pinkie, and the occasional tug when you got a little too anxious. Evidently, it was just waiting to come bite you in the ass.
Hinata was ruthless now. He’d been yanked out of his chair mid-class, toppled over in the middle of the street or hall, and even missed the bowl once or twice while just trying to relieve himself. All of that, he could handle.
Though, apparently last night had been the last straw. What felt like every minute, the string on your hand would jerk you around so forcefully you almost flew right out the classroom window you sat beside.
Only once in a while would you let it be obvious enough that the teacher had to ask if you were okay. Your notebook was now covered in hasty chicken scratch, eager to get in a line of notes before the next wrench of the string. Random lines of led littered the page from when he had caught you a moment too soon, but you were trying to adapt. There was a moment in between each jerk, and in those moments, you had true freedom.
“In nineteen-thirtysev-... ugh, nineteen-thirtysev- son of a bitch! In nineteen-thirty-- you know what, fuck it. I give up,” you grumbled under your breath, slamming your notebook closed amongst the now-constant tugs of your pinkie. There was really no point in trying now; Hinata had traded in his previous pattern of tug-wait-wait-tug for tug-tug-tug.
You didn’t even bother bringing your hand back up to your desk, instead deciding to let it flail around and dangle over the edge of the wooden surface.
Sighs of relief fill the classroom as soon as the bell rings, and you snag your backpack off the floor in the nick of time. One large rip of the string has you scrambling out into the hallway, crashing into a locker and trying to stabilize your footing.
“Woah, watch it!”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” The student seems to either have a stick up his ass no different than a popsicle or maybe the wave of your nonchalant hand didn’t account for much of an apology. Either way, you didn’t get to stick around for long, because soon your soulmate’s pulling is practically dragging you down the hall, bouncing off the occasional student like bumper cars.
“I swear, Kageyama, she’ll be here. Just hold on for a second.”
Over the hoards of students stampeding in the opposite direction of you, you hear his voice. While you expected a vengeful snicker, you were pleasantly surprised with a giddy smile.
Through the bodies moving slower than midday traffic, you saw Hinata, orange hair bobbing up and down in a school window’s gleam.
Bob and weave. Bob and weave.
When you surface is when you see it. Your soulmate’s not simply pulling you toward him in a conventional way. No, rather, he’s reeling the string around his other hand like he caught a fish.
“YN?” His movements halt and in true ragdoll fashion, you do as well.
“Sup.”
Hinata, the guy you had been crushing on for your entire first year of high school, was your soulmate. Last night, you could barely go to sleep with all your excitement bubbling through your veins. Your smile had been as large as the moon itself as you wiggled around on your bed, kicking your feet whenever the pent up energy came to be too much.
Now? That was a different story.
No less had it been a small wave of giddiness, but it was more a wave of pure elation. Endorphins swam around your bloodstream enough to make your head fuzzy, but making eye contact with him hadn’t been the only cause.
No, because in seconds, Hinata had covered the distance between you two and tackled you like an ecstatic puppy. You were high on the rush of first touch, high on the rush of finally having him hold you in his arms.
“I finally found you,” his voice is muffled by your shoulder and he’s got your school jacket bawled up in two fists. There’s a smile; you can almost feel him trembling against you in euphoria, but he’s not alone.
Every nerve ending is set on fire when your arms wrap around him too. Unable to hold back your happiness, you release a small giggle that has him pressing you impossibly closer.
“Yeah, you found me.”
With that, he leans back, lips pursed in uncertainty.
“Umm, so do you wanna… like, erm, come watch me practice? I promise I’ll take you out after!”
Seeing just how nervous he could be almost made you relax on instinct. An easy smile works its way onto your face. “Yeah,” you nod, body still abuzz with the tingles of his touch, “yeah, that sounds good.”
“Great!”
Before you know it, Hinata’s encompassed your hand in his own warm one, leading you all the way out the school and to the second gym with a bored Kageyama on your tail.
“You gotta promise me one thing, though, before we go in there, YN.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“Swear you won’t tug on the red string, okay? You have a terrible habit, and it always messes me up when I play!”
Home Alone (Hinata x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You should never leave Hinata alone with the responsibility of the chores in the house. Especially when your next-door neighbor is a dick.
A/N: Fuck shitty wifi, fuck fuck fuckkkkkk. Like seriously, someone please tell me I’m not the only one struggling with editing the fucking tags on posts, pleaseeee. Anyways, I was desperate for an idea, and I didn’t like this one at first, but I swear it’s good. Enjoy!
Word count: 944
Ah, home sweet home. You were back from a business trip that required you to leave home for a week. Yes, it was only seven days, but a week of your husband home alone without supervision was seven days too many. Although, when you arrived back at your house and saw it wasn’t burned down, you were relieved to know you were worried for nothing.
“Shoyo, I’m back!” You closed the front door and kicked off your shoes, only to crash into the wall behind you from the force of a hug.
“I’m so glad you’re home, YN! I missed you so much!” His voice wavered with excitement as he smiled into your collarbone.
“I missed you too.” You pull away and smile at him brightly, giving a small peck to his lips. He whines at its duration before pouting.
“YN, I need cuddles, it’s been too long.” Shoyo snatches your arm and leads you toward the bedroom, only to groan when you wriggle out of his grip.
“I know, I know,” you laugh, “but I’m thirsty. I’ll just get a drink real quick then I’ll join you.” His reaction worries you.
“No!” he shouts anxiously, brown eyes wider than dinner plates.
“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows furrow in utter confusion.
“I’ll get it for you! You just go up to the room, I’m sure you’re tired!” He nods his head affirmatively at his own statement and places his hands on your shoulders, driving you towards your shared room. You plant your feet and stop his movements, all while giggling at his abnormal actions.
“Shoyo, don’t worry. I’m not that worn out.” You step into the kitchen while your husband seems to choke on air behind you. “Trust me, I’m awake enough to get myself a glass of water.” He stays suspiciously silent behind you while you peer into the empty sink on your way to the cupboards.
“Aww, babe, thanks for doing the dishes before I came home!”
“Yeah sure, of course.” His voice is higher than normal, but you don’t mention it. Looking into the cupboards, you’re puzzled to find them completely empty.
“They’re in the washer.”
“Oh.” You step over to said appliance. “Well, just so you know in case I have to leave again, you can’t put too many dishes in here, otherwise it’ll-”
Suds. Everywhere. The opening was overflowing with blue and white bubbles as soon as you pulled on the handle, and now your kitchen floor was soaked and stunk of bittersweet dish soap. Your lips draw into a firm line and you turn around to look at your ashamed husband, who avoids your gaze and rocks back and forth on his heels. He’s innocently whistling a tune with his hands held behind his back. Wonderful.
“It’ll do that,” you finish, chest tight with stifled frustration. Shoyo halts his actions and stares at you with shame.
“Should I-”
“Yeah, mop’s in the closet.” You nod your head towards the hallway. He follows your orders, until….
“On the left,” you remind him impatiently. Your jaw aches from the constant clench.
“Right, right.”
Your mouth is still dry as a desert and you peer into the leaking dishwasher for any usable cup, only to smack your palm against your forehead at the sight.
“Shoyo, is this the laundry?”
“Umm, sort of?”
“Sort of?” You reach in and retrieve his favorite shorts, waving them around in his face with a raised brow.
“Yes.” You huff and toss the clothing at him before rubbing your temples. A terrible, awful idea decides to smack you in the face at that moment, causing you to pause and slowly glance up at your husband. The veins in your forehead are having a field day while the rest of your body remains still.
“Honey, if these are our clothes, where are our dishes?” Your voice is soft and patient. It’s a lure, and he knows it.
“W-well, they’re not in the clothes’ washer if that’s what you’re asking!” Shoyo laughs uproariously and you sigh in relief.
“Thank God,” you giggle softly, “‘cause for a second there I was like ‘Please tell me I didn’t marry an idiot.’” After you give him a small smile, your husband’s eyes widen and he squeaks out an “mhm!”
You shake your head with a relieved chuckle and give him a small peck on the cheek.
“I’m just gonna go hang up my coat, I’ll be right back.”
“O-okay.” He dashes into the kitchen with his requested mop and you make your way into the laundry room, dropping your jacket on the coat rack.
Clink clink.
What.
The smile falls off your face instantly. Your eyes squint, and you’re not exactly sure what you’re hearing, but you know for a fact you don’t like it.
Clink clink.
Oh God, please don’t tell me. Your shoulders tense as you step closer to your dryer, pausing the machine and whipping it open with tightly-shut eyes. The clanging has stopped, so you hesitantly take a peek.
“Shoyo!”
Silence.
“Shoyo Hinata, why the fuck are there glass shards in the dryer?!”
Your house rattles with the force of a slammed front door. Son of a bitch.
Distantly, you hear a muffled, panicked shout from your husband followed by the devious cackles of your neighbor.
“Kageyama, you lying bastard! You told me the dishes needed to dry!”
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