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Hello heh... still working on iwa fic ..... BUT HERES SOME OF MY ART IVE NEVER POSTED ART ON HERE HEHEHEHE MY ART ACC ON TIKTOK IS @ keijikaashew PLS CONSIDER SUPPORTING HEHEHEHE

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Hi guys quick update i am nearly done with the iwaizumi fic and today or tomorrow im gonna post a new chapter of the hearts a muscle too!

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#4 is the winner! I dont wanna wait another day!!!! Get excited !

This ones for all the iwazumi lovers 😛😛

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Ok so i didnt mean to make the poll 3 days long so whatever the results are in the morning thats what im doing 😛🙏

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HERE YE HERE YE!!!!!!1

I am going to write a fic IN WHOLE, AND POST IT IN FULL but I need to decide which idea I want to choose!!!! im putting this poll so u gys can decide

posting it in full bc i suck at being consistent, so i can do this then finish my atsumu fic lolol

it will be a haikyuu fic and there is a chance it could be atsu again heh.

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guys i bought the haikyuu art book today im shaking im so excited its so beautiful i could cry

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The hearts a muscle too

| Timeskip!Miya Atsumu x strengthcoach!reader |

smau hybrid, slowburn, enemies to lovers

synopsis: where one of Osamus best friends becomes the strength and conditioning coach for MSBY, and falls for his mischievous twin.

NOT PROOFREAD LOL

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Ch. 3 - Ice packs and ego trips

tuesday, 10:32 AM

greetings of receptionists and staff fill the air surrounding you as walk into the athletic building. with a quick tap of your foot, you waited for the elevator to arrive, greeting people as they walked past, and offering up some conversation every now and then.

after a quick trip up to the top floor, you step out, and quickly make your way to kuroos office.

with a swift knock, the door swings open and kuroo englufs yu into his arms.

"hiiiiii sweet thing, ive missed you"

he basically coos at you, as if you were a baby. your face deadpans as you pull away

"hi honey im home"

keeping the straight face you two stare at eachother, only before bursting into laughter, and walking over to sit down near his desk

"so catch me up on this uhsiwaka scandal"

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4:39 PM

The weightroom was empty, humid and wet, but empty. Some of the boys decided to lift after practice and requested you be there to help, and just so they dont hurt themselves (as shoyo stated). All you could hear now was the buzz of the vending machine down the hall- paired with an occasional grunt and the sound of a garbage can being kicked.

Honestly, it couldve been alot of other things, and walking around the corner, you thought of every scenario possible.

"maybe someones having custodial closet sex??" is the last thing you said before stopping like a deer in headlights.

What you didnt expect to find was Miya Atsumu lurking in the corner of the training room like a jilted prom king. ESPECIALLY not shirtess, sweaty, and swearing at an ice pack.

"fuckin thing wont stay" he muttered to himself, pressing it into his shoulder with the grace of a half-brained monkey.

taking a couple steps forward and propping yourself onto the doorframe, you jest

" i cant believe i have to say this, but..... sitting still would help your case"

he jumped- only a little, then turned to face you. His expression read as annoyed, eyes said defensive and a side of something else you couldnt quite put your finger on.

" what're you doin' here?" he asked, as if you were the one kicking garbage cans and cursing loudly.

" checking on whose making all this noise. and if youve died of embarressment yet" you said the last bit with a menacing smile on your face.

he scrunched up his nose and made a "nananana" noise at you, like a four year old would.

"Ya, real funny" he says , dragging out the real

" god im hilarious, i know i know" you walk all the way in now, approaching him at the pt table.

"hold still."

he looks at you like youre absouletly crazy, and watches as you grab Saran Wrap. Standing infront of him and beginning to wrap the ice pack onto his arm, you give him small demands.

his scent hits you first, a mixture of sweat, cologne and a hint of shampoo. what you realize next is the silence, it was so thick you could chew on it.

he tensed when your fingers brushed his arm.

“i said hold still, not flex.”

“m’not flexin’,” he grumbled. “just got big muscles.”

you raised a brow. “is that what we’re calling overcompensation now?”

“yer relentless.”

“not yet.”

continuing, he stared at your face and laughed when you would give him a new demand (which he would often deem impossible with the ice pack on, then proceed to do swiftly)

“you always talk this much when you're manhandling your athletes?”

you didn’t look up. “only when they act like toddlers with a god complex.”

atsumu scoffed, then winced when the ice pack shifted. “don’t pretend ya know me.”

“oh, i don’t have to pretend. your reputation got here before you did—loud, dramatic, and allergic to taking feedback.”

his jaw flexed. “you don’t get to talk about ‘feedback’ when all you do is give shit advice and flex your clipboard like it’s a damn sword.”

you smirked. “sorry, were you hoping for a cookie every time you didn’t pull a muscle?”

“no, just maybe some basic respect from someone who thinks she’s better than the rest of us.”

you stepped closer. “i am better than you. especially when it comes to keeping my body functional past 25.”

he leaned forward, eyes sharp, voice low. “you think insulting me is gonna keep me from noticing the way you look at me?”

you scoff

“i look at you like a problem,” you snapped. “because that’s what you are. a walking pulled deltoid with a superiority complex.”

“maybe I like bein’ a problem,” he muttered, bitter. “at least I ain’t boring.”

you taped the wrap harder than necessary—just enough for him to grunt.

“you done?” he growled.

you stepped back, jaw tight. “with the tape, yeah. with you? God, I wish.”

he caught the roll you tossed at him midair, still glaring.

“go ice your attitude while you’re at it,” you said, walking off.

“y’know,” he called after you, “for someone who doesn’t care, you sure spend a lotta time pissed off.”

you didn’t respond.

you just slammed the door on your way out.

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A/N:ayyayayyayayyayayayaa chapter 3 done. i kinda changed some of my writing but im trying my best to mke this a good story lol. feel free to send in reqs for next chapters :)))))))))))))))))

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Guys im back from the dead new chapter soon of THAMT???????😏😏😏😏😏

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What the hell do you mean chapter 47

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The hearts a muscle too

| Timeskip!Miya Atsumu x strengthcoach!reader |

smau hybrid, slowburn, enemies to lovers

synopsis: where one of Osamus best friends becomes the strength and conditioning coach for MSBY, and falls for his mischievous twin.

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Ch. 2 - Mr. Know it All

WRITTEN PORTION AHEAD!

Monday, 9:23AM

Music bumps through the speakers of your car as you drive to the local coffee shop. A light hum was heard every now and then. Your usual belt was absent, as your stomach was slightly twisting at the thought of your first day.

Sure- you had planned everything out accordingly- the specific tests, how you would gauge what their flexibility and mobility is; but you couldn't help but worry. Doing things like this were mindless to you, since you had spent so much time perfecting the craft in college. You had yearned for a job like this since you were playing basketball in high school. Helping athletes get to their full potential was your greatest wish, but now that you actually had to do it? the responsibility was daunting.

Grabbing the coffee from the pickup counter, you make your way back to the car and shoot askaashi a text that you had retrieved it. Quickly pulling out of the parking lot, you made your way to the facility.

9:45AM

The very well equipped and shiny weight room glared back at you as you stood infont of the mirrors. You had just finished writing the workouts on the whiteboard wall, and were now admiring everything. You would die for a gym like this to workout in. It had everything. From NordBoards to V02 Masters, this place was loaded- and it only helped you visualize the strength you could put onto these mens bodies.

The guys piled into the weight room, exchanging looks and quietly saying a "good morning" to you here and there. Once they all arrived, you began to speak and reintroduce yourself.

" Hey boys! good morning! I know you all know who I am but im going to reiterate. My names l/n y/n and im your new strength and conditioning coach. Please be patient with me as I learn all of your names. We are going to start with some dynamic stretching......"

Sakusa stood tall next to atsumu, slightly leaning over to whisper into his ear.

"we got lucky because wow.. is she a gem" came out in a hushed tone.

atsumu fought to keep the smirk off his face, nodding his head slightly while trying to listen.

10:21AM

The room was filled with grunts and loud music, as you studied each player taking their turn doing power-cleans. Jotting down notes and making comments about form and power, they slowly adjusted themselves and thanked you after their rep for the corrections.

Going next was the "one and only", Miya Atsumu. He proudly strode over, and added more weight to the bar (which already held 315 from bokutos previous reps). Cockily, he shinned the bar and set his hands up, doing the same routine he has always done when power-cleaning. This would be no-biggy for him! He practiced this movement time and time again. How could he need any corrections when he was perfect in everything he does?

And up goes the weight. He glides it up his shins and thrusts with all his power, pushing the bar forward + out, launching the weight upwards towards his chest. He gets under the weight, bending his legs, and catches it on his collarbones. A slight "ooo" and some encouraging yells come from his teammates.

You notice when he goes to jerk it, he bends his arms too much. So naturally, you do your job and correct him.

" I want you to take some of the weight off and try to keep your arms straighter before you jerk the weight up, and instead of pulling it to your collarbones, try and jump to get under the weight. It should make it significantly easier for you."

he shoots you a confused look, and grimaces before speaking- loudly speaking

"what? take some weight off? you do realize I have the highest bench out of all of us and the highest power and finesse ranking in the league right?" he says it with an amount of cockiness and certainty that makes your blood boil. The look on his face made it worse- you just wanted to get him a hard slap.

"excuse me?" your voice raising a bit, and you sure as hell do not look happy.

The rest of the weight room goes back and forth between you and atsumu, watching your hand drop to your side and the other go up onto your waist, popping your hip and pointing a foot out. Worried looks were exchanged and some shook their heads at atsumu, who wasn't usually this temperamental in the weight room- but it seems his pride was hurt. Sakusa contemplated pulling out his phone in a suna-esk manor, but stopped himself. Bokuto and Hinata stood there in shock, not used to this behavior from him. A sense of loathing came from both of you.

"Do you want me to repeat that or are you hard of hearing? Im not taking weight off, so you can write this down." he stared daggers into you, looking like he almost wants to kill you , just because of some slight critiques.

Astonished, you straightened your posture and deadpanned.

"Get out of this weight room." disbelief washed across his face, and gasps were heard from the rest of the team.

"wha-"

You interrupted before he could finish his sentence. " are you hard of hearing ? I said get out of this weight room. you can come back next time we have lift. For now your testing is done."

Giving you one more glance, he stepped away from the bar, and walked out. Shoulder checking you as he left, you turned to the rest and stated " Next!"

A/N: I am super SUPER rusty with my actual written stuff so pls forgive me. Also OOOOOHHHHH THE BEEF IS STARTINGGGGGGGG THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGGGGGG!!!!!! I hope ug like this chapter and keep reading! tyyyyy

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New chapter of THAMT coming prolly tn 💯‼️

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Im so excited to finish reading this fiction when im done with practice im shaking

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I def have anger issues and I rllllllly want a Pillsbury croissant rn #WHYISMYANATOMYLECTURE2ANDAHALFHOURS #ANDTHENIHAVEPRACTICERIGHTAFTER #HELP

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I open tumblr on my laptop in class and this is what i get. Is it my fault or the fandoms💔😔?

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The hearts a muscle too

| Timeskip!Miya Atsumu x strengthcoach!reader |

smau hybrid, slowburn, enemies to lovers

synopsis: where one of Osamus best friends becomes the strength and conditioning coach for MSBY, and falls for his mischievous twin.

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Ch. 1 - but gammy!!

a/n:

This is my first smau and honestly it's really fun to make this. It's 2am rn and I started this on a whim so expect the other chapters to be better. I also have to make the master list post:D apologies if there's any errors. Hope ug enjoyyyyy

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Is this a safe space

Everytime i click on sakusa x reader all the top ones are DIRTY FILTHY SMUTS. I LOVE SMUT BUT I JUST WANT A SLOWBURN SERIES PLS!!!!!!!!! OR A GOOD SMAU. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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