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Haikyuu Spotify Habits | Aoba Johsai

The Third Years! Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki 

Favourite Songs:

Streets - Doja Cat

break up with your girlfriend, im bored - Ariana Grande

After Party - Don Oliver

Perfect (Remix) - Cousin Stizz ft. Doja Cat & BIA

Favourite Genres:

Pop

RnB

Rap

Habits:

definitely the type to make a new aesthetic playlist for each month

has his monthly playlist publicized but mainly listens to his private playlists which are really random and messy 

asks you to follow his spotify cuz he thinks his music taste is superior

gets addicted to tik tok famous songs but gets tired of them after putting them on repeat for a week straight (ah, yes. yet another reason for iwa-chan to chuck a volleyball at this idiot’s head)

ADDICTED to doja cat, she the one tik tok song artist he’ll never get tired of

the type of guy who plays their music out loud in the hallways (bb boi, ily but plz just use headphones)

BLASTS HIS MUSIC IN THE CAR WITH THE WINDOWS DOWN

a lil shit

has a family premium account w Iwa-cha, Mattsun and Maki

has a playlist just for slow & reverbed songs

practices body rolling in the mirror while listening to his scandalous playlist while incognito o.o

sings or hums in the car, the shower, the train station, in class, anywhere, but sounds decent (he’s not tone deaf, but he’s not beyonce either)

has a playlist dedicated to how stupid ushiwaka and kags are

made fun of of iwa-chan cuz he didn’t have airpods, but then ended up losing his own LMFAO

then he stole iwa’s blue headphone

his favourite user is Suna!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: oikawa. by hebees_

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7xnrOaK4nptcNbdwrRNgb6?si=Tkg_5kNUQIy8HAGF0_Fu0Q 

Favourite Songs:

HUMBLE - Kendrick Lamar 

Desperado - Rihanna 

Mercy - Kanye West, Big Sean, Pusha T, 2 Chainz 

Take Care - Drake, Rihanna

Favourite Genres:

Rap

Classic Hip-Hop

Alternative 

Habits:

owner of the seijoh family account cuz he’s the most responsible

does not have ANY public playlists, but does keep his recently played artists public

only really listens to music when he’s working out or studying

has a BANGER work out playlists that he lets the seijoh vb team listen

has a studying playlist full of lofi music and nature sounds that he lets kageyama listen to UwU

HATES how much mumble rap is tarnishing the rich history of well thought out lyrical rap

he still listens to it tho cuz oikawa blasts his music and he can’t help but like some of them

will listen to anything Kendrick, Kanye, Jay-Z, Rihanna and Drake release

bops his head aggressively when he’s really feeling the beats of the song

only one who listens to the family mix that combines his, oikawa’s, mattsun’s and maki’s most listened to music, cuz it makes him feel closer to them

listens to oikawa’s scandalous playlist incognito too cuz they share the same braincell 

his favourite user is Ushijima! cri for oikawa plez LOL TT^TT

My Favourite Playlist About Them: DESPERADO an iwaoi playlist by ver

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4z6NEM4nqOCJfb1X1rtZtc?si=oeAQzPakT3K5CQ35N_WzmQ

Favourite Songs:

XNX (RMX) - Sfera Ebbasta ft. SCH

Cheating is a crime - takayan 

Give It to Me - Agust D

Look At Me! - XXXTENTACION

Favourite Genres:

Rap

KHip-Hop

Underground Japanese Hip-Hop

Italian Rap

Habits:

A MAN OF CULTURE !!!

listens to music from all across the world, he doesn’t give two shits about the language, if it sounds good, he’s gon’ listen to that isH

also doesn’t care about how explicit the song is (honestly, the most expicit the song, the more likely he is to listen to it)

sticks to rap/hip-hop cuz it hypes him up and balances his cool outer persona

playlists are all public and is based off of the language/genre

names playlists based on his eyebrows

for example, the eyebrows turnt up (party playlist), japanese eyebrows (underground jap hip-hop), pythagorean’s theorem says hello (study playlist)

listens to music at every chance he gets 

uses beats headphones that oikawa, iwa, and maki bought him for christmas UWUWUWUWUWU

he’s sexy (this is very relevant, ok?)

his favourite festival is Camp Flog Gnaw and he’s always wanted to go

uses sound cloud to find new music, which he downloads and puts in special spotify playlists

listens to music the most out of the 3rd years at seijoh

his favourite user is Terushima! 

My Favourite Playlist About Them: mattsun’s gorilla grip hands by tetsurou stan 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/27GV2tLtJgwKpPJJTi8fM6?si=7ut-Nic6S7-twKoP3TJUgQ

Favourite Songs:

Greetings from California - The Neighbourhood

cheap woman - takayan

Verbatim - Mother Mother 

Slippery - Migos ft. Gucci Mane

Favourite Genres:

Rap

Alternative

Underground Japanese Hip-Hop

Habits:

listens to the most mumble rap

has THE MESSIEST public playlists you’ll ever see in your life

like he has at least 7 playlists with just 5 songs each, cuz he makes new ones every time he showers and then forgets to delete them

lowkey psycho

sleeps with his headphones in his ear

has a crack playlist that he collabs on w tendou

names some of his playlists based of restaurants he likes

listens to oikawa’s scandalous playlist but not incognito cuz he has balls

him and mattsun blast music late at night when they chill together

loses his hearing sometimes cuz his ear is filled to the BRIM w earwax

best ass shaker at seijoh, come fight me on this

uses 80s heavy metal as his alarms in the morning

side note, those alarms still don’t work

rich hoe has air pod pros

uses spotify to verify how much certain people in his life can get to know him

listens to anime soundtracks

understands the other 3rd years’ music tastes the best, so he usually starts off with the aux, but ends up having to give it to oikawa cuz he’s being a brat  

his favourite user is Tendou!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: HANAMAKI by  🌱kitkat🌱

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0EH2JYdoy2IHnSw5AwKTuQ?si=PpbXe71URRyBS7Z5C753MA

Want more? Check out the Karasuno First Year’s Spotify Habits !!

oh to be so happy you could cry | hinata x reader

Just a fluffy fic about how it feels to be with hinata, based off of this spotify playlist🥰 > https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5p33ROYi22Xf3KwOxiqTZ7?si=CFjb29C3S7Sx6cqPAQ9kFA <

It was the way we met. 

The way your eyes caramelized down at mine as your hand reached out to me. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?”

Words didn’t seem to form as I lost myself in your aura. It was bright and warm, like a little campfire in the midst of a dark forest. It didn’t matter that I was lying flat on my butt in the middle of the hall. It didn’t matter that you were the one who bumped into me either. Nor did it matter that the annoyed mutters of your best friend and students cutting around us were being spewed. It was just you. And me. And a non-existent spotlight. Shining on us. 

It was the way I could watch you forever. 

The way you glistened, and looked like a star. 

Like a crow, you jumped. Flying so high, the crowd was astounded by the dangerous light radiating off of you. 

You were a cinema. Embodying shear, ethereal emotion in every spiked ball, and in everlasting gaze. You were focused. Concentration ran thick, but don’t worry. I always noticed you looking. 

I noticed when you looked over every time your feet touched the hardwood floor after pushing the ball into the other side of the court. And every time Kageyama called you an idiot. And every time there was a time out. Every time. I never stopped watching. 

And neither did you. 

It was the way you cared. And the way you didn’t.

The way you always know what’s good for me.

“You need to stop.”

“Can’t. Need to get this done. Sorry.” My incoherent sentences, if you could call them that, were laughable looking back on it. However, you didn’t care. 

You reached over and lowered the screen of my laptop. Then, you closed my book. Then, you took my pens and pencils and slid them into their cubby. Then, you swirled my chair towards you, pulled me out, and collapsed onto the bed with me in your arms. 

“You always tell me to take breaks when I practice for too long. Why don’t you take a break too?” I stared at you, wide eyed. I must’ve looked like a deranged fish as the hypocrisy of my words dawned on me. 

It led to a smile. Which led to decreasing proximity. Which led to a kiss. Which led to us cradling each other until the morning broke.  

It was the way you were there.

The way you were my antidote. My remedy. My angel. My everything.

“Shhh, I’m here. They can’t hurt you. I won’t let them.” Your usually boisterous voice dimmed to match the darkness that surrounded us. It was gruff, and shaky, as if you were holding in your own tears. A million needles were stabbing your heart. It hurt you to hear my fragmented sobs. It hurt you to see my arms shaking, even if they were being held tightly by your own. 

I’m still sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You were never meant to see me like that. 

But you were there. You were there to wipe the tears away. You were there to hold my hand. You were there to make me smile. You were there to hold me when I was broken. 

“I’m here.” You said again. 

And that’s all I needed to hear, as the night drifted into depths of our love. 

It was the way you fly, but never leave me behind.

The way you shared your dreams.

“What if we just… fly away? We’re free to fly, right?” Your beady eyes scanned my closed lids. Hoping to find unspoken answers. 

“Where would we fly to?” 

“Somewhere far,” you whispered into a smile. Your eyes shifted their focus down the hill we laid on, the ball of flame tucking itself behind the mountains and into the horizon. 

“I see, but I can’t fly like you can, Shoyo.” My fingers flowed through the curves of your orange tresses solemnly. It’d grown longer over the last three years. It felt like time was slipping as easily as my fingers did. 

“I’ll take you with me.” Your hands joined mine, interlocking our fingers into a tight hold. And so did your eyes, interlocking with mine.   

“Wherever?”

“Wherever.”

It was the way we lied. 

The way the saline liquid trailed down our down facing faces. 

“When did you decide?” I gasped out, hands on your shoulder so as to not fall to my knees. 

 “Second year. You?” You weren’t doing any better, failing to conceal the trembling of your body. 

“Second year. How long?” 

“Two years. You?”

“Two years. When are you leaving?”

“July. You?”

“July.”

A long pause ensued, followed by the melody of sweet laughter. It was like honey, smooth and rich, masking the wave we were succumbing ourselves to. Your grip around my waist grew looser, pushing me farther away to get a good, long look at my face. 

“Even when we’re going our own ways, we end up having the same plans, don’t we?” Your brilliant smile showed itself once again. 

“Yeah we do.” A chuckle escaped from my mouth. “So, beach volleyball in Brazil, huh? That’s amazing.”    

“Mmhmm! I’ll be the best, I'll make it worth it. I swear!” You shook your head excitedly and raised your fist, a determined expression painting your face.

“I don’t doubt that for a second.” 

“Also, don’t act like going to Canada for university isn’t cool either. That’s SUPER cool! It’s really really really cold, right? Don’t get sick, okay? And you’ll meet so many cool people too! Like… um like, Ryan Gosling and Deadpool! Could you get me their autographs?!” 

“Sure!” I laughed as my hands reached your once tear stricken face. Memorizing the curves of your face, the smoothness of your skin, and the colour of your lips. “You know, Shoyo. We won’t be together, but when we look up at the sky, it’ll still be the same galaxy we’re looking at.”

“It sure will be. I won’t be far. I’m here,” You repeat.

It was the way I saw you in my dreams. 

The way you picked up the phone whenever I called.

“Hey! What’s shakin’ bacon?” 

“What’s shakin’ bacon? What kinda english are you learning in Brazil, Shoyo?” I giggled into my cell phone.   

“Dragon Ball Z teaches me english better than my old teachers ever could. Also was that not romantic? I thought you loved bacon.” I could just imagine you holding your phone between the flesh of your cheek and shoulder, balancing a volleyball in one hand, and waving to the Brazilian locals you would’ve gotten closer to. Sharing the smile that would’ve been projected at me.  

“I love pancakes so much more! Anyways, I had a dream about you last night.” 

“Really? What was it about? Was I your prince charming?!”

…

…

....

“Baby, I wasn’t even close to being your prince charming.” Your voice sounded defeated. “How am I supposed to be a good boyfriend if dream me just decided to casually kill you with an ostrich egg?!” I couldn’t help but chuckle at your silly antics. It was an energy boost just to even hear your voice. 

“Aww Shoyo, don’t think that! You’re my best boy.” I smiled to myself, knowing that we’d be seeing each other soon. 

“Mmm. I miss you, a lot. I’m glad you’re thinking of me.”

“I miss you too.” I remember taking a sharp breath in, almost as if it hurt to make a sound. “And, Shoyo? Always. You live in my head all day.” 

It was the way your love felt electric. 

The way even after all this time away from each other, you held me the same way. 

Sparks ignited as your hands dug into the flesh of my hips. Sirens sang through every sweet word you placed into the nape of my neck. Even in the act of impurity, I only saw the glowing angel that you were, as you caged me beneath you, taking me in the way you know best.

You were gentle and slow, taking your sweet time to make up for all that was lost. 

It had been a long time coming. The highest high, for so many without you. It was overwhelming. A wave of raw emotions rolled over me as we reached our peaks, taking away what little breath I had left to spare, but it couldn’t be helped.  

“You’re crying.” You looked askance, as we slept facing each other on the sides of our bodies. “Did I hurt you?” Your eyes pleaded guilty, when they shouldn’t have. 

Yet still, you were beautiful, like a bottle filled with lightning and sweet dreams.

Little did I know, you were thinking the same thing about me too. 

“I’m so happy. I’m happy you’re here with me.” My hands reached your radiating hair. “I’m happy I get to run my fingers through your hair.” They slid down to your eyes. “I’m happy I get to see you see me.” They slid down to your lips. “I’m happy that I ca-”

Before I knew it your lips were on mine again, tongues dancing with each other as if the last two hours didn’t even happen. 

It was the way your love felt so fresh and new. The way you would never let go of me. The way your smile outshines a thousand splendid suns. The way I feel reborn every time we touch.

The world around us melted, as we got lost in our love. It was like we just met. Just you. And me. And the way you made me so happy, I could cry.

feel free to request anything and give feedback too! also check out that playlist ‘cause it literally melts my heart, just listening to it.

I was gonna give him feet but i got lazy so ehh

I loev her....

Sorry for not posting in a while

A couple of flowery boys

Just two lovebirds ~

An angel Suga

Merry Christmas ~

”don’t forget the days we were together”

And we got a halloween costume🥳🥳

I finally organized the concept and the script. My first organized comic 🙇🏻‍♀️ I may post a few chapters here, so stay tuned💕

30 Things 💌

And we have a book cover 🥳🥳🥳

I am really excited about this one. I plan on post a few chapters here. But I have to make a few concepts first. I’ll show everything, I promise💕

🍦 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* tsukishima & yamaguchi *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 🍦

*Watches 5 seconds of Ballroom e Youkuso* Me: I would die for ballroom dancer Hinata Shoyou and his gender bent genius partner.

haikyuu is soooooo…… everything. it’s so good it makes you want to do stuff and motivates you enough to realize that you have to begin somewhere and that everything is worth a try and maybe you’re lonely now but something better is coming, or maybe you’re not the best at that one thing you’re doing but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t enjoy it, or maybe you feel like you’re behind everyone else but your path is yours to walk and it’s different from the path of those you compare yourself to, and maybe you think you’re never going to make it but you’re going to bloom after trials and tribulations, and maybe you won’t shine the way you expected to but shining isn’t limited to grand gestures and grand jobs and grand dreams and

Hinata - Meet my little sister Natsu.

MSBY - Meet "our" little sister Natsu.

consider this a pride month post.

haikyuu rewatch time again