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in brazil.

Take Me Back

hinata shouyou x reader words; 1345 synopsis; breaking up and making up with the one that he couldn't let get away from him.

“Take me back to that summer in Brazil playing beach volleyball.” 4 missed calls.

In a language he doesn't call his own but feels like home he leaves voicemails for her. He clears his throat, and says his piece. He knows he should be loving his girlfriend here in Japan, but he's too addicted to the taste of brigadeiros and pavé in her mouth. Brazil warmed his senses up to a new style of play and a new way to love.

He looks at the clock on his wall, it’s a perfect 12 hour time difference. He’s going to bed, she just had lunch. She never calls him back though. She only texts through Whatsapp when she has the time to properly respond, around midnight her time and lunchtime for him.

“I know it's been a while and I haven’t reached out.” 12 missed calls.

She showed him around Rio when no one else could. She was the one who ended up having to endure him when he underwent his first really bad sunburn. He remembers the way she laughed at him for forgetting sunscreen, “tão burro” she kept repeating while rubbing aloe vera on his shoulders. He remembers whining so much that she poked him in the forehead before putting her hands on her hips and chastising him in her Portuguese that was just way too fast for him to catch any of the words.

He had to meekly apologize with a pout, and she forgave him with a kiss.

Maybe that’s why he still sometimes forgot to put on sunscreen when he was playing volleyball.

“Thought I’d regret you like a teenage tattoo but I miss you, baby what can I do?” 14 missed calls.

In Brazil Hinata only got good at swimming because she loved to swim. And because she wore the best swimsuits, but that’s not his only sole reason for getting into swimming. She could swim circles around him, but he still had fun treading the water.

Sometimes, she liked to duck down into the water and tug on his legs. The first time she did that, Hinata thought he would die and that the tug was a result of a shark. The way she just curled into herself and giggled when she popped out of the water and observed his reaction was unparalleled by any other prank he’d gone through. Her joy at his pain was unusual but also intriguing.

Those little games, sometimes back and forth, but mostly her playing them on him was something he missed when he got back to Japan. When he got back, he went into his apartment expecting her to be dancing samba in the living room to afrobeat music. When she wasn’t there, a pang of melancholy strung at his heart. His home here was less alive.

“Why do I shiver thinking about you?” 17 missed calls.

No matter how much his friends and family compared him to the sun, he still thought that he paled in comparison to her. Bright, loud, and glad to be doing her own thing.

There’s always the possibility that he developed some sort of codependency on her. Despite her free-spirit and slightly loner dependencies, Hinata stuck to her like glue. When she would try and slink off into the night to go clubbing, he would bring her in and make traditional Japanese dishes for her to try. Hinata introduced Oikawa to her, which may have been a problem, but she didn’t seem to enjoy Oikawa’s overwhelming embrace of machismo culture. She liked Hinata’s gentle and silent strength over a boastful, loud power.

A guiding hand on her waist rather than pulling her along by the hand. A kiss to the shoulder instead of tearing her away from her conversations for a breathless kiss. Early morning texts to say good morning instead of late night, ‘you up?’ messages. Hinata was everything she wanted, or so Hinata thought.

Apparently, going on three dates in a row wasn’t considered an exclusive relationship to her. So when Hinata saw her with a different guy on the beach, using his towel that she always lent him, tucking her hair behind her ear the way he was supposed to, Hinata didn’t know how else to react.

Throwing a volleyball at the back of the guy’s head was probably not the right move to make, but it was the move he made. The other man just rubbed the back of his head, saying that ‘estrangeiros’ were always a little too obsessed with fine Brazilian women. She just smacked Hinata upside the head, but when he looked at her with sad eyes and with his bottom lip just a little jutted out, she ran a hand through his hair and brought him into an open mouth kiss.

He did have to apologize to her other date, and he ended the conversation by saying that she was still off limits.

“You're still the one I’m thinking about.” 20 missed calls.

Hinata was tired now. It was one in the morning and he was leaving her messages while he laid in bed waiting for sleep to finally take him. Was he desperate? Likely and affirmatively yes.

She told Hinata that long-distance wouldn’t work out, and that he should enjoy finding other people to date back at his home country. He wanted to argue with her, but she said it was final.

She was just there for a while, embracing him in his time in Brazil, and then since he was leaving, she would become merely a part of his memories. Her ease of farewells ripped his heart out. He wished she would’ve fought for them more, fought for him more. But you can’t ask people to stay who don’t want to stay of their own will. So he left, and she said good luck.

When he went back to Japan, he was worried about her. So he did ask Oikawa to check in on her and make sure she was doing okay. Then when Oikawa would send occasional pictures of them at the beach, with their tongues sticking out and hair wet from the ocean water, Hinata wanted nothing more than to be back in Brazil enjoying life. Oikawa would send other photos too, with her permission, ones where Oikawa caught her surfing a wave with practiced skill and ease of enjoyment for the activity, or when she was just laying on the sand stretching in the warmth of the sky.

They were friendly, sending messages frequently during the weeks of his initial return. Then as the months went on, there was less connecting the two, she didn’t respond to messages that quickly. She didn’t update him on life back in Brazil, and he stopped giving her play-by plays of all the games he participated in and who he had met up with.

He got a Japanese girlfriend, and she was nice. But she wasn’t the girl he wanted to go home to everynight.

“Maybe I still want something about you?” 26 missed calls.

There was a saying, from some American poet, someone he learned about but entirely forgot. The saying talked about the influence of yearning. It is the worst poison, best medicine, and key to so many doors.

He was out and about, looking for some lunch now. His sleep was restless. Maybe a fruit sando would be the best solution to the hunger pangs in his stomach. Exchanging cash for the food, he sits outside on the patio, unwrapping the foil and taking a bite.

She finally responded when the time neared midnight in her timezone, texting him. She asked if he knew what he was doing. She asked if he was inebriated last night. She asked if he was still dating his girlfriend. She said that if he was still dating her then he wasn’t being nice. She said she would never date someone who cheats. Hinata screenshots his text exchange with his newly ex-girlfriend.

She sends an eye roll emoji.

He smiles.

Midnight in Brazil. 0 missed calls. One incoming call.

hinata shoyo x reader | teen pregnancy pt.1 the news

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between hinata and reader.

wc. idk anymore sorry. | genre. fluff |cw/tags. fluff, teen pregnancy mentiones, etc.

links: tsukishima | kenma | yamaguchi | kageyama| yachi(!? teen pregnancy series masterlists here!

General headcanons

╭⋅ When you first tell Hinata that you're pregnant, his brain short-circuits. ╭⋅ His eyes widen, his mouth opens and closes like a fish, and he just stares at you in disbelief. ╭⋅ For a few moments, you can tell he's freaking out inside. His leg starts bouncing nervously, and he looks like he's trying to figure out how the universe works now. ╭⋅ After a few seconds, the shock is replaced by awe. ╭⋅ The gears in his head start turning fast, and you can almost see his nervousness morph into excitement right before your eyes. (it kinda scares u cuz is like why da fuk is he happy==???) ╭⋅ He stands up so fast that he nearly knocks over his bento. "I'm gonna be a dad!!" he shouts, unable to contain himself. ╭⋅ Hinata instantly starts thinking about how to improve himself so he can be a dad his child will be proud of. ╭⋅ He's already imagining his kid watching him play volleyball and beaming with pride. ╭⋅ He starts brainstorming baby names, wondering if they'll be a mini volleyball player, too. ╭⋅ "Do you think they'll like volleyball? Or should I get them dinosaur toys just in case?" ╭⋅ He's terrible at hiding his excitement and has to fight the urge to tell everyone right away. ╭⋅ "We'll tell Kageyama, right? He needs to know!" ╭⋅ He grins sheepishly but can't stop imagining the future. He's already picturing your little family, feeling more determined than ever to work hard and be the best version of himself. ╭⋅ Hinata takes both of your hands in his, his expression softening. ╭⋅ "I don't know everything about being a parent... but I know ! want to be there every step of the way." ╭⋅ i just idk headcanon that hinata has a really loving and supportive family so the "my family wont accept this" thouhght barely even registers in his brain i mean he knows they'll be mad but at the end of the day they'll support him ╭⋅ idk, due to his really excited nature i can barely picture this as an angsty scenario

You and Hinata sit together at your usual spot outside, under a tree near the school courtyard. The sounds of students chatting and laughing fill the air, but your heart pounds louder than any of it. You’ve been anxious all day, rehearsing what you’re about to say. Hinata, meanwhile, is scarfing down his bento like it’s his last meal on Earth.

“Y/N, you barely touched your food!” he says between bites. “Are you feeling okay?” You take a deep breath, your hands shaking slightly.

“Hinata… I need to tell you something. It’s… really important.”

His chopsticks freeze mid-air, and he looks at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Important? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” (In his poor mind he thinks u wanna break up)

You can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, so you look down at your lap. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”

...

The words hit him like a volleyball to the face. He stares at you, mouth slightly open, completely stunned. His chopsticks clatter to the ground, forgotten.

“W-Wait… you’re serious?” he stammers, his voice softer now.

You nod, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

“I know it’s a lot, and I don’t expect you to have all the answers. I just… I needed to tell you.” For a moment, you worry he’s overwhelmed. His gaze flickers between you and the ground, his leg bouncing nervously. But then, suddenly —

“I’m gonna be a dad?” His voice is filled with awe.

You nod again, and before you can say anything more, his expression shifts into something completely unexpected — pure, unfiltered joy.

Hinata jumps to his feet, grinning ear to ear almost dropping his bento. “I’m gonna be a dad!” he says louder this time, drawing a few curious glances from nearby students.

You grab his hand, laughing through your tears.

“Shoyo, keep it down! They might hear you!"

But he can’t help himself. He crouches back down next to you, his excitement bubbling over. “This is crazy! I mean, I was nervous for, like, five seconds, but now… wow! We’re gonna have a kid!” he whispers excitedly

You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, the warmth of it chasing away your own fears. “You’re… not scared?”

He tilts his head, thinking for a moment.

“Well, yeah! I don’t know the first thing about being a dad. But…” He grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly. “I know one thing — I’m gonna try my best. Just like with volleyball! I’ll keep working hard, so one day, our kid can be proud of me.” Hinata’s mind is already racing.

“I’ll practice even harder, Y/N! I’ll make it to nationals, maybe even go pro! I want our kid to see me on TV and think, ‘That’s my dad!’” His eyes sparkle with determination. You laugh, wiping your tears.

“You’re already thinking that far ahead?” “Of course!” He leans closer, resting his forehead against yours. “This isn’t just about me anymore. It’s about us — and the little one.”

The sincerity in his voice makes your heart swell.

As the lunch bell rings, Hinata stands up and offers his hand to you.

“Come on! Let’s go tell Kageyama.”

“What?!” you squeak, blushing.

“Okay, maybe not right away,” he says with a grin. “But eventually! I want everyone to know that I’m excited to be a dad and kageyama has to be the first one.”

Hand in hand, you walk back toward the school.

Hinata Shoyo, your energetic, passionate boyfriend, may not have all the answers. But one thing is certain — he’s all in, ready to take on this new challenge with the same boundless energy and heart that made you fall in love with him in the first place. And with every step, you feel more certain that everything will be okay.

Because with Hinata by your side, how could it not be?

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@chilichopsticks @dreadnoughtus101

sunlight

bkdk

kiss him you fool

CURLY GIRL KIYOOMI

I think if given the opportunity Mitsuki would snap up the wonder duo for the fashion world

and I would thank her for it

Drawing Brazil Hinata to distract myself from my country’s steep decline into fascism

good mate daichi side questing

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One more silly post after this before I make an announcement (>u<) !!!

Last Summer whisper.ᐟ𓂃𓇼 ⋆.˚

summary: the last day of summer whispers with the quiet sadness of endings, a melancholic promise of what must fade.

pairing: hinata x f!reader

wc~308, 3rd year hinata, angst & fluff, i miss summer and shoyo ˊᴖˋ

tag: @sahrii; @cherrysurf ♡

Her arms wrap around his waist, pressing her forehead against his, a calm feeling overtaking her body. 'I'll miss you.' She mumbles against his lips. 'I'll miss you more, baby.' Hinata says, cupping her cheek with delicate warmth, while her duvet-soft lips brush against his.

'Promise to send me pics of Brazil, okay? And call me often.' She says after a while, moving her head back trying to get a better view of her beloved. 'I will call you everyday, don't worry.' Her irises shine while she looks at him; her eyes remind him of the dark night sky that is scattered with refulgent stars.

Her soft face against his face, their bodies pressing together, and her gaze never leaving his, make his heart burst with gloom; knowing that soon he will be gone, and that he will forget how her lips feel against his, how her laugh dances in the air like music and how her sweet voice sounds.

She gets out of his tender embrace, 'I just remembered—we need to go to the department store later.' He sighs, a fake frown showing on his face, 'Yeah we should go... Wanna go now?' She pauses for a second, her eyes moving to his lips.

'Hmm... Yeah we should. It's better not to leave stuff for later.' He nods, his hands holding her face once again 'I love you, Yn.' Her eyes widened, a soft smile creeping up and softening her features; she chuckles while staring into the dark pools of his eyes. 'I love you too, and will never stop doing so.'

They embrace each other, not wanting to let the other go. Both of them realize that they will soon be separated, but they know that their love will endure. The distance won't be a barrier—it will be a testament to the strength of their bond.

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°`🍨: Haikyuu x GN! Reader/ Ryujin Nippon x Reader

°`🍨: Spoiling it by saying something stupid like "I love you"

When you stepped on the court, you took my breath away. As if time stopped, I was only able to look at you. Your smile, your trembling lips from the nerves you probably felt before the match and your shining eyes from excitement, made my heart beat faster. It felt like it bumped as fast as one of your spikes, hitting your opponent's field, scoring an important point for your team. The screams from pure joy you released with your fans while bumping the air, made me shake in my seat as if your joy was infectious. Your chest always looked wider when it swelled with pride. Even if you lost your match, you stayed humble while salty tears stained your cheeks. It didn't help that I always feel like falling in love all over again, sitting near the court watching you living your dream. From the day I met you, I knew I got hit by cupid's oh so stupid arrows straight through my heart. My cheeks burned in a glowing red when you smiled at me. Your cheeky remarks when I tried to help you train even if it was your day off, where you should have rested, made butterflies fly wildly through my stomach. I never once have felt disappointed for giving you my heart in secret through small gestures until my chest was empty. Only a black hole remained, but I was satisfied with it. I only wanted to support you, be there when you held the gold in your own hand for the first time, hug you when the pressure got to you and smile proudly when I talk about you to my other friends. Friends knew how I felt, but only you weren’t able to see it. My eyes going soft after a long day when I heard your laugh. My sweaty hands, that I rub on the texture of my jeans when I am near you. My shaky voice, when I feel a little bit too much love for you right at this moment you look at me. But I was never sad that you didn't see any of these hints. Being your friend made me happy enough to live on like that. Ignoring my own feelings to protect you from this trouble. Never having the heart to stand between you and your love for volleyball. But I still ruined it. It was only a moment between us two. A moment where I wasn't careful enough. Talking, yapping and rambling about my feelings after a long time, and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like “I love you”. When I realized what I said, my smile faded like the colour in my face. My breath stuck in my throat and I started to tear up. I didn't even need to hear your answer to my sudden confession. Your troubled face made it clear enough. My love for you would only chain you to me and rob you from your freedom. The freedom you need to spread your wings to fly high in the sky. I started to run. Faster than I thought I ever could and never stopped. I never once stopped to run away from you, your answer, my feelings and the future that could have been. A future at your side, like I wished to be. I ignored your calls and never opened your text messages. I even went so far to buy a new phone with a new number to never let you catch up to me. I loved you so strongly, that I feared you needed to choose between me and volleyball that you loved with your whole body, mind and soul. I was scared to imagine this moment. So I just choose to run. I wouldn't ever be able to forgive myself if you are hurt by me and my stupid feelings. And now I was only a ghost. A ghost standing between so many fans, that you were never able to spot me if you tried to look for me. A shadow that disappeared before you went to greet your fans, that supported you like I always will. This was enough for me and it needed to be. I just hope you still will remember my promise to always be your number one fan, that never stopped running, hurting and crumbling because of my stupid feelings I never lost for you.

°`🍨: I was very much invested in the olympics 2024 but i also felt great to see Yuki Ishikawa finally live ! (Online, i don't have the funds to see him in person-). I also started to watch Haikyuu again so have a lil text that could match both of my obsessions ! 🫡

°`🍨: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!

1st post!! My brains rotting bc of him🌚

(not the best but im still learning digital art!!😢 i will get better tho, TRUST.)

Them

But if you tame me, then we shall need each other.

Nice block ☀️

Malewife

haikyuu stans whr ya at cuz im missing haikyuu shenanigans

stay tune for hinata tho hehe

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too bad

comfy

😸.

Hinata Shoyo would worship you like a goddess.

Every single step you take, every glance, every strand of you hair. Oh you shine so brightly in his eyes. Perfect in every way. Your loyal follower.

Never was there a time you felt unloved by this man. You know he loves you. He makes sure you know he loves you.

Peppering sweet little kisses from the tips of your fingers all the way to your knuckles and wrist. Not missing a single spot. Kissing you all the way until he reaches your lips. By then, he had already cupped your face and locked your lips. The way Shoyo would kiss you didn't feel you needed to get hot and dirty. No no, it was never sexual.

It was the type that would keep your head in the clouds, always in a state of euphoria. Red strings of fate entangling in a wonderful, lovely mess. He would whisper sweet nothings, like undying immortal confession of his love. Honey dripping with every syllable that rolls off his tounge.

Oh, how lucky you are to have a man this lovely. Like a follower praising his goddess.

(A/n: was screaming and dying inside writing this.) All rights reserved.

MSBY X MANAGER!READER - hinata shoyo

next: atsumu's version, bokuto's version, sakusa's version, meian's version.

# contains: fwb situation, bit suggestive but that's a given. # ellie.txt: long ass smau post lol sorry I have no chill. I'm also going to leave here the song that pretty much kicked this series into my brain because I just GOTTA share with you the most brazil!hinata song. in portuguese but HEAR ME OUT (clip + lyric translation)

Get back up again.

I just read your "rating pet name my wife gives me" It's so cute 🥰 will you do Hinata Shouyou?

HINATA SHOUYOU ✰ RATING THE PET NAMES YOU CALL HIM: A THREAD

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