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Sakuatsu crumbs from the 2022 calendar! 🖤🏐

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i kinda miss these assholes

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“can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? i could really use a wish right now. wish right now. wish right now” ❤️‍🔥💔

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sakuatsu nation, accept this manga panel i just colored 🤲🤲

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this animation is old but i tried, still bad 😢

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SakuAtsu MasterList (WIP)

All the SakuAtsu fics I’ve recommended up to 4/2/2021! To count how many there are, control f “//“ (without the “ ofc, but with a space at the end) and it’ll tell you :) (from my count, there should be around 133 but that doesn’t account for each individual fic in a series!)

Keep reading

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sakuatsu buzzfeed unsolved crossover

(yes i am aware the last one is an incorrect quote shhhh just ignore it)

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I LOVE THSI BUT OMIII 😭😭😭 PAINNNNNN

only fools rush in

Just a lil drabble I wrote real quick

a sakuatsu unrequited love fic

inspired by this post

Falling in love was never a part of the plan.

Sakusa abhorred the idea of it. He didn’t like touching people or socializing much and both were things that most people deem necessary to be in a relationship. He absolutely did not want to adjust his own life to fit with someone else’s.

More than anything, the idea that he could be weak to someone else’s needs and desires, that he may be willing to give up his own comfort to satisfy those of someone else, purely out of extreme care for that person? It was utterly and truly terrifying.

So no, Sakusa had no plans to fall in love.

Then Atsumu kissed him.

They were drunk, celebrating another Jackals victory, and just so happened to be alone. It was a simple kiss. Hardly any fire to it. Atsumu just leaned forward and put his stupid lips on Sakusa’s own stupid lips. Absolutely nothing special at all.

So why did it make Sakusa’s skin tingle? Why did it fill him with a giddy excitement that he hasn’t felt since he was in elementary school? Why did he get dizzy from the feeling?

Sakusa tripped. A brief stumble. But he did not fall.

Atsumu laughed at his poor attempts at humor, though. He brought extra snacks and sports drinks to practice. Always Sakusa’s favorite kinds. He knew when Sakusa was having a Bad Anxiety Day and knew to ask before touching on those days. He kept an extra bottle of hand sanitizer on him at all times, free for Sakusa’s use whenever he needed it.

Sakusa found his balance shaky, but still, he did not fall.

Except that he started noticing other things about Atsumu. Not just the things that Atsumu did for Sakusa.

He stuck his tongue out on particularly difficult sets. He furrowed his eyebrows and pouted when he was thinking. He knew when Hinata was having an off day and how to help. He knew when Bokuto was about to enter his emo mode and how to prevent it.

Sakusa even noticed stupid, arbitrary things. Like Atsumu didn’t like the green sports drinks, only the blue. His favorite sweet was a weird American brand. He didn’t like to put his shirt on before his shorts in the locker room.

Why did those things matter? Why did Sakusa care that Atsumu liked to call his brother before every match? Why did he care that he only liked to sit in the aisle seats of buses and planes? Those things shouldn’t matter.

Sakusa found himself stumbling towards a ledge. He tried to stay away. He didn’t want to fall. He didn’t.

Suddenly, Sakusa was giving up the aisle seat for Atsumu. He brought the setter his favorite candies and sports drinks. He was strangely agitated when Atsumu was in a foul mood. Really anytime that Atsumu was anything but happy and cocky, Sakusa found himself wanting to fix it.

It bothered him. When did it become so important to him to see Astumu’s smile?

Sakusa nervously peered over the edge with shaky hands, gripping the sides. He only wanted to see what was on the other side. He wouldn’t fall.

Atsumu invited Sakusa to be his plus one at his brother’s wedding. Sakusa, albeit confused and nervous, agreed to go.

The ceremony was beautiful. The reception a party. They were drunk again and Sakusa found himself wanting to kiss Atsumu once more.

All of this shakiness started with that one kiss months ago. Would it end things if he kissed him again? Maybe Sakusa would realize it was just a hormonal kiss exchanged between friends.

Maybe he’d finally lose his balance and fall.

Atsumu didn’t give him the opportunity to test his theory. He didn’t try to push it and Atsumu didn’t reach out himself. So Sakusa left it alone, and moved on.

Or rather, he tried to.

Weeks went by after the wedding and Sakusa found himself subtly vying for Atsumu’s attention. He found himself drawn to Atsumu’s smile and his tears and his laughter and his shouts. He savored the small touches Atsumu offered him. The longing kept him awake at night.

And it made him feel weak. Because it wasn’t returned. Atsumu didn’t treat him differently than anyone else.

Then, one day, Atsumu’s mom was in a car accident and Atsumu was in pieces. He was a wreck. It hurt Sakusa to see him that way.

“Omi, I’m sorry to ask,” his voice shook as he stood outside of Sakusa’s apartment. His eyes were red and his shoulders were visibly shaking. It made Sakusa’s chest hurt.

“Will you please drive me to the hospital? Samu’s out of town, but I can’t stop crying and my hands won’t stop shaking. I’m sorry,” he gasped, “I know you hate hospitals. I know, but plea—“

“Let’s go,” Sakusa said plainly, already grabbing his coat and his keys.

Atsumu’s mother was fine. The worst of the accident was a broken arm and a concussion. As Sakusa sat in the window seat of the hospital room, looking at Atsumu asleep at his mother’s bedside, he realized where he was.

A hospital. Why was he there? He was terrified of them. Why didn’t he have an issue taking Atsumu to the one place he adamantly avoided?

Sakusa fell.

A few weeks later, a tall woman with jet black hair walked into the gym at the end of practice. Atsumu introduced her.

“Miwa, this is my best friend, Sakusa Kiyoomi,” Atsumu gestured towards Sakusa. The words pricked at his skin.

“Omi, this is my girlfriend, Kageyama Miwa,” Atsumu said, a huge gorgeous smile spread across flushed beautiful cheeks and Sakusa’s heart shattered.

He smiled and exchanged a few words before he bowed and excused himself.

In the darkness of his apartment, he collapsed against his door of his bedroom and stared in confusion at his hands as tears plopped onto them endlessly. An unfamiliar, intolerable, simply unbearable pain consumed every part of his being. He had no control.

The pain washed over him in waves and before he could stop himself, he sobbed. It was loud and painful and tortured. His body wouldn’t stay upright anymore. He curled up on the ground instead. No matter how much he cried, the pain wouldn’t fade. All he could see was Atsumu smiling, staring up at the girl he loved.

In the morning, Sakusa’s head pound and his eyes were puffy. He stared at the reflection in the mirror and thought,

“What a poor fool, to have fallen so fast with no one there to catch him.”

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someone talk to me about sakuatsu plss

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no i will not stop with my pining sakusa agenda 👯‍♀️

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love at first service ace~

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omi's smile is dangerous (o˘◡˘o)

sakuatsu fluff week 2021 day 9:

"you're staring."

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made a sakuatsu wallpaper

like + reblog if u use pls 😁

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No one,and I mean NO ONE asked for this HOWEVER

these are my favourite SakuAtsu fics,I swear all of the sakuatsu fics are so good

I'll mark smutty ones with *

a liar's truth has a * warning

terminal curiosity has a big time * warning

These are the best I've read, full credit to the writers and ao3,please read the # and warnings before reading

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sakusa u bitch

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Osamu: Do you like germaphobes?

Atsumu: Hah no.

Sakusa: *Walks into room*

Atsumu: Hot damn... wait waIT-

Suna: Caught you in 4K

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