#about Atumu

[bucketofchum]

Got a question out of the blue for Atumu on Discord!! So I figured I'd share the response here

If he got crushed under a car, he could probably push it up enough to get himself out from under it, or he could probably flip the car if he tried hard enough.

But honestly Atumu is the Minimal Effort master. He won't expend more energy than necessary to do anything and lifting a car overhead is absolutely unnecessary

[clawsdevour]

js wanna be yours

wc: 0.8k content warning: ur his first ever crush and he's confessing to you, fluff, atumu x reader, not proofread

note: this is kind of like a follow up from his first crush because an anon requested to see how atsumu would confess! (also he is SO the type of guy that's chalant but goes lowk silent around you)

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A letter? That's odd. I rarely get letters left in my locker, you thought to yourself. Staring at the plain blank envelope, looking for hints or clues indicating who slipped it in the little slot. Absolutely nothing, not even a small pencil mark.

Carefully ripping the glued seal, you take out the small folded sheet of paper. Just like the plain envelope, there wasn't even any decorations or drawings left on the blank piece of paper.

Unfolding it, there only laid a few words to be read:

'Please come to the back of the school, near the lockers, at four pm. I need to tell you something important.'

You can't tell if this was some sort of silly prank being pulled on you. It was way too early for a prank, all you just wanted was to put on your indoor shoes. In your mind, you're contemplating about this letter that wasn't even signed.

Should I show up? I don't even know who this person could be.. this could just be a prank someone pulled on me!

Sighing, you close your locker and slip the note into your bag before heading to your first period. The letter could come second, overall school just began.

The day flew by without a worry, making you almost forget about that mysterious letter left in your locker. Looking back at the clock, it was three forty-seven.

Still, you couldn't quite wrap your head around this sudden opportunity to see who was behind the note left in your locker. You were more than just curious to know what their motives and intentions were as well.

Hearing the clock strike, you made up your mind. I'm going to see who this person is.

Heading out of your classroom that was filled with chatter, entering the quiet halls whilst you make your way down to the back of Inarizaki. You were on the lookout to see if any of the familiar faces lurking around could be that person.

Making it outside, the humidity in the air hits you while you fight past it. Near the lockers, you saw a tall figure disappear around the corner.

That was a bit odd. That guy's going the same way as me.. is that the guy behind the letter?

A bit concerned, heart starting to pick up the pace with every footstep that inched towards the back of the locker rooms. You're walking ever so slowly, trying to not make noise.

A tall and lean silhouette makes it's way into your vision. The man's wearing Inarizaki's volleyball uniform, perhaps they just left practice. He isn't facing you, but you had an idea of who he may be with that blond hair. It was no one else but someone you've just gotten closer with over the past few weeks.

"Atsumu, is that you?" breaking the suspenseful tension that rose in the air. His back turns away from you, chocolate eyes wide open with brows raised. Atsumu's face was slightly still flushed from volleyball practice and his hair sticking to his forehead.

"Hey! Um look.." his shyness taking over when you walked up to him. A hair scratching his nape.

"You wrote that letter in my locker right..?" The awkwardness starting to build up like the first time you both met.

"Yes, I just really have to say these words to you. It's like nippin' at me like crazy" his big eyes are nervously flicking back between his trembling hands and your face.

You've never seen your best friend act this way before. Something must be really aching at him if he's being like this. He's biting down on his bottom lip before parting them again.

"I really.. just, like ya" his husky voice getting lower, hoping you heard him through his slight mumbling.

Atumu's more than flushed. He was practically burning a hit red. His heart is thumping more than a hundred miles per hour. He can't believe he just confessed.

On your end, your face is frozen in mid-gasp. This was more than just a surprise since you've always had this nagging feeling that drew you towards him. You finally understand why, not just as bestfriends, but because you also liked him.

"Atsumu.." tilting your head up just right below his tall stature. You're automatically smiling from his words. The contentness you're feeling is unmatched by his, you can't even wipe off the grin from your face.

"..I just wanna be yours-" he's feeling a warm hand reach to caressing the side of his face. A wave of euphoria washing over him when your lips make contact with his.

His eyes are bigger than the volleyballs that he sets on court. He can't believe his confession went so well. He's gonna for sure brag about this to Osamu later.

Unlatching your lips to respond to him, a wide beam of joy radiating from your smile. Looking at his red complexation, his mouth parted, looking absolutely dumbfounded and awestruck.

"Duh, you've always been!"

masterlist here

[teamatsumu]

was i meant to love you? (part two)

pairing: miya osamu x reader

summary: the kanji on your arm says miya atsumu’s name, but every fiber of your being is in love with his twin brother.

word count: 3314

warnings: fem!reader, soulmate au, friends to lovers, some non canon events, swearing, angst if you squint, atsumu x reader, cheating trope (you have been warned), suggestive sexual content but nothing explicit

taglist: @hadukada @utopiamiroh @angstylittleb1tch @sassycheesecake

previous part // series masterlist

The thud of volleyballs and squeaking of shoes was quickly dissipating as members of the Inarizaki Boys’ Volleyball Team slowly cleared out of the gym. Everyone had done their share of cleaning, but your captain, Kita Shinsuke, was meticulous as ever, making sure the wet mops were clean so they didn’t stink up the storage room and all the balls were accounted for. As usual, he insisted you head out, saying it was already very late and he wasn’t comfortable with the idea of you still being out of the house at this time and in this weather.

The cold air stung you when you stepped out, choosing to forego changing back into your school uniform and instead walking home in your volleyball team tracksuit. Your wool scarf did plenty to warm you up, but it couldn’t substitute for the heat of your blankets or bed, so you hurriedly trudged on.

Your phone buzzed in your jacket pocket.

Samu: where are u? walk home together?

You frowned and sighed at the message. Osamu offering to walk you home meant Atumu would be there too. And you really didn’t want to be around him, not after your newly realized feelings. Or lack thereof, actually. You weren’t in the mood to once again be confronted by the fact that your soulmate didn’t make your heart burst with love like he should.

Your phone buzzed again, shaking you from your thoughts.

Samu: ur not at the gym?? its just kita here

You scowled, slowing to a stop. Where the hell was Osamu? You tapped on the little receiver icon, lifting the phone to your ear. Once the line connected, you heard his breaths on the other end.

“Why are you at the gym? You should’ve been home twenty minutes ago.” You asked, shivering. The twins had left after practice, knowing you often stayed late to tie up loose ends.

“I sat down at the store around the corner for a bit. I came back to check if ya were done. Where are ya?”

Before you could answer, heavy footsteps sounded behind you, making you cut the line when Osamu entered your field of vision. You felt your lips tug up, waving at him as he hung up and reached you, shoulders hunched to protect his neck from the cold.

“You’re gonna get sick.” You frowned as you watched him.

“Hello to you too.” He rolled his eyes and childishly stuck out his tongue, both of you falling in step as you trekked the way back to your neighborhood.

The walk was relatively silent, with Osamu offering you a packet of jelly beans. You popped one in your mouth, trying to rid yourself of the relief you felt when you saw that Atsumu wasn’t with him. It wasn’t something you were proud of, avoiding your own soulmate, but it helped that Atsumu was so focused on volleyball most days that he didn’t really care either.

You wondered if you should tell Osamu about it, but dismissed the thought quickly. Osamu didn’t even have a soulmate. If you complained about your own soulmate problems, it would make you feel like a monster.

Maybe you were a monster. An ungrateful one at that.

“Where’s Tsumu?” You asked, biting the inside of your cheek. Your guilt had spurred your question, and all it did was double the horrible feeling inside you.

Osamu shrugged. “He didn’t wanna wait at the store. Somethin’ about wanting to pee real bad.”

“Charming.” You deadpanned, before frowning at the boy next to you. “Wait, you were waiting? What for? Me to be done?”

Osamu only nodded, focused a little too much on his jelly beans. Your scowled deepened as did your confusion.

“Why?”

Osamu shrugged, still avoiding your eyes. “It’s colder than usual. And with the wind blowing like this, it might rain or storm. What if ya got stuck in it?”

Your heart skipped, mouth going dry as words failed you. You watched Osamu’s profile, the way his gray hair fell over his forehead, some strands catching his eyelids. His profile was all straight lines, the jut of his jaw prominent as he chewed.

“Samu…”

Unexpectedly, tears were pricking at your eyes. You choked out a surprised sob, your feet stopping as months worth of suppressed emotions overwhelmed you.

“What the-” Osamu’s wide eyes snapped towards you, crushing the empty snack wrapper and shoving it into his backpack before he turned to you. “Why are ya cryin’? What did I say?”

You shook your head a bit harder than necessary, trying to convey that no part of your fucked up, guilt ridden, fearful brain was caused by him. You waved your hands a bit, trying to say anything at all that wasn’t pathetic crying noises. Osamu softened a bit.

“Is this about Tsumu?” His voice was more muted now, and you almost didn’t hear it over the sound of the wind whooshing in your ears. You stared at him with wide eyes. Did…. he know?

Osamu gave you a sad smile and a shrug. “It’s pretty obvious. Yer avoidin’ him. Didja guys get in a fight?”

You shook your head, looking closely at Osamu. His face was blank, but open. He stared right back, and his eyes were so calm that it stopped your own flowing tears. Something in your mind was made up.

“Samu, can I confess something to you?”

He gave you an encouraging little smile. “Always.”

That did it. Your rant started there, on the sidewalk outside a closed down bookstore, and ended at your house, on your bed, both of you out of your outdoor wear and with steaming hot cocoa mugs between the two of you. Osamu had not only listened, but he had guided you all the way home while you lost yourself in your words. And he made you a hot beverage along the way too.

Silence stretched over you both when you finished, staring down at the mug before you. Your cheeks were warm, half from how heated you got as you spilled your heart out and half from being out of the stormy weather. Osamu had been smart to return to your house instead of his, so you could talk without fear of Atsumu listening. You stared at him when you finished, but when he didn’t say anything, you tacked on one more sentence.

“I don’t know what to do.”

The cry for help was clear in your voice, and it made him look up at you.

“I…. don’t know that either.” He confessed. “I wish I could tell you.”

He shuffled a bit closer to you, directly in front of you, and gave you the softest smile. Your heart skipped again, that same funny feeling you got when he told you he waited for you. And you felt, once more, the urge to hug him tight.

“I don’t….. really know how this soulmate thing goes.” He muttered, and you listened with bated breath. For the first time ever, Osamu was talking about his own lack of soulmate. “But I do know one thing. You and Tsumu have known each other forever. Whatever this thing is, it will pass. And the universe put ya two together, of course yer meant ta be. Don’t worry yer little head about it, okay?”

You felt your heart settle as you looked into Osamu’s eyes. So calm, so unlike your muddled thoughts. But his words inspired little comfort, but in his close proximity, you ignored it entirely. Your cheeks heated up, and you felt the urge to close the gap between you two even more. So you did.

Osamu wrapped you up in his arms when you pressed closer to him, not hesitating in hugging you tight. You felt your heart race faster, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it made your nerves quietly buzz, a soft thrumming that felt so nice you nearly cried.

You didn’t even realize when you fell asleep, too exhausted from having spilled your whole heart out. So you definitely didn’t notice the wet sheen in Osamu’s eyes, or how he rapidly blinked his tears away to make sure they didn’t fall on you, his hold on your body gently tightening.

………………

Something changed after that night. Somehow, Osamu being the only one who knew your shameful secret brought you even closer together. While you didn’t talk about it again, Osamu subtly encouraged you to get closer to Atsumu, to spend more time with him and “mend” your failing relationship. To Atsumu’s credit, you two did end up spending an awesome night out together, which could technically be classified as a date but felt more like hanging out with your best friend. You giggled and laughed with him all night, like you used to, and some of the fear in your head melted away. Maybe Osamu was right. Maybe everything would be okay.

When Atsumu kissed you goodnight at your front door, you didn’t feel anything. But you weren’t worried. This would fix itself too. Just as everything else had fixed itself.

You entered your third year of high school with your boyfriend and best friend by your side, ready to crush senior year and then move onto adult life. Atsumu went to Youth Camp again, now being seriously looked at as a candidate for the pro leagues. You were ecstatic for him, and you trusted completely that he would crush it. Osamu was looking into culinary school, and you were looking into university as well in your own preferred field.

Graduation was an emotional affair, especially with the realization that you were splitting up from the Twins soon. You had been accepted into a university in Tokyo, while Osamu was staying in Hyogo. Atsumu was already trying out for the V League, and it had him bouncing from place to place.

Your mother was vehemently against you and Atsumu not staying together, which annoyed you. The idea of staying glued to his ass was not appealing. You wanted to carve your own path. It was only when you convinced your mother that Atsumu’s endless traveling would have him in Tokyo quite often did she feel satisfied enough, and so life as an adult began filled with a promise for new adventures.

It was away at university that you first experienced just how much you depended on the Twins. Especially Osamu.

Emotionally, Osamu had been your rock. He was always the one you went to with every rant, every problem, every worry. While Atsumu was helpful at times too, he was more of a talker than a listener. But Osamu always gave you his full attention. He would sit and listen to you for hours if you asked, chiming in at all the right places and really making you feel heard. When you started life at a new place, you were hit with the nasty, all encompassing feeling of missing him down to your very bones.

You texted him, you video called, you watched as the gray dye slowly faded from his hair, leaving him with his natural dark brown. He talked to you about culinary school, excited to share what new dish or flavor he had learned or created, and you watched as his face fleshed out more, losing almost all his remaining childhood fat and leaving him looking older. You supposed you changed in the same way, but Osamu never commented on it. He always talked to you the same, like you had never left.

You missed him terribly.

Your university friends were overly in awe that your soulmate was a pro volleyball player, and often thought you were on the phone with him when it was actually Osamu. It did hit you with a pang of guilt slightly, because while you also talked to Atsumu daily, it was never very long drawn out like it was with Osamu. You knew everything going on in his life, but you weren’t invested like you were in Osamu’s life.

And that little skip of your heartbeat never went away. In fact, it became more frequent. Whenever Osamu’s voice would first ring through your phone, your heart would jump, and your smile was automatic. His laugh would make you grin, and talking to him settled your nerves in a way no other person could.

It didn’t surprise you when a certain worry started sitting in your chest. A gnawing voice, low pitched but annoying, muttering in your head about how this was wrong, you should be feeling this way for your soulmate and not his fucking twin brother. You weren’t dense. You knew what a crush was. And you knew that these feelings were definitely indicating a crush. But you dismissed it as just Osamu being Atsumu’s twin. They were identical looking. So it was natural for you to like Osamu because he was so closely reminding you of your soulmate.

You tried to ignore the fact that your actual soulmate never made you feel this way.

Atsumu visited you often, maybe one weekend every month, which he would spend in your apartment. Your roommates would wiggle their eyebrows and make lewd, suggestive comments, saying something about how they should clear out for the weekend since you two would be getting loud and rowdy. It made you flush furiously, but you couldn’t exactly tell them nothing would happen.

You and Atsumu had yet to go all the way. The most you did was a makeout session that felt cold and distant. It was worrisome, it was a huge concern, but it was something neither of you talked about. You were comfortable with Atsumu. You would pig out on junk food, talk shit about old high school folks you both knew, he would whine about his teammates and you would fill him up on your share of university gossip, and then you two would fall asleep cuddled under your blankets. It was comforting, a slice of home, and so what if the thought of sex with Atsumu made you kind of uncomfortable and grossed out? It would pass. You were still young.

But then you would feel the butterflies burst to life in your stomach when Osamu called, you would watch his eyes through your phone screen, how every passing month made him look more like a man and less like a boy. His dark eyes, just as calm as they were when you were kids, but now….. sultrier. More dreamy. Sometimes he would send you a morning selfie, still in bed, just above the neck but you could tell he was shirtless, and you would imagine waking up like that, with his shirtless body next to you. And you would wonder what his skin would feel like under your fingertips.

This was bad. This was so, so bad. But you couldn’t control it. All you could do was deny the existence of these feelings. Waking up every morning and convincing yourself that the man in your dreams was not him, but Atsumu. Though you knew. Deep down, you knew.

You didn’t go back to Hyogo after your first year. Your parents had traveled down to Tokyo and you spent a wonderful two weeks with them before the new term started, and while Osamu groaned and complained about how bad he wanted to see you, you were relieved. You couldn’t see him, not when your head was messed up with thoughts of him. Thoughts you should never, ever have. You wondered, now very often, what you would do if you saw him in your current state. How badly you would want to kiss him.

No. God. No.

Once Atsumu became a starter for the MSBY Black Jackals, he and Osamu decided to get an apartment together in Osaka, the team’s hometown. Osamu had freshly graduated, while you still had one year left. And as per her nature, your mother started hounding you to complete your final year in Osaka. She wanted you to move in with the Twins, and for the first time in a long time, you were on board with one of her wishes.

You had missed them both so much. And you yearned for the time you spent every single day with them. The thought of sharing a living space with them was extremely exciting, so when you ironed out the details of your university transfer, you were on the first train to Osaka.

Halfway through your ride, Atsumu texted that he couldn’t make it to the station (since your train had been delayed and he had an event for later that night), and you tried to digest the implication of his untimely absence.

Osamu would be picking you up.

You felt anxiety creep up on you at the thought, fiddling with your hands and biting severely at your bottom lip. Shockingly, you had not seen Osamu since graduation. Your parents had moved to Tokyo after your first term, since nothing was holding them in Hyogo anymore, so you spent your breaks with them. And between Osamu opening his own Onigiri Place and working on his uni courses, he never got the time to come down and visit you.

Fresh in your twenties, you were a different person now. Tokyo had truly changed you, given you new experiences, new friends, new opportunities. For a brief second, you worried how your reunion with Osamu would go. You two had talked nearly every day for three years, but surely seeing him in person would be different, right?

You were right.

You found him standing next to a pillar in the crowded station, trying to stay out of everybody’s way. It wasn’t hard to spot him, since he was so tall. He had grown, which was a given. You should’ve known, because Atsumu had grown too. But you didn’t expect it. And you also didn’t expect him to have…. bulked up so much.

You knew he hadn’t really played volleyball after high school, so he had decided to start going to a gym instead. Your mouth went dry as you saw the results of it now. Osamu was wearing a tight compression shirt that hugged him in all the right places, broad shoulders, bulging biceps, down to his slim waist. His hair, now dark, looked softer than ever before, and you felt the urge to feel it between your fingers. His focus was on his phone screen, so he didn’t notice your distant gawking. God, he was…. a specimen. Was he always like this? Had you never noticed?

You felt your knees wobble like a baby deer as you walked closer to him, watching as he finally looked up and his eyes met yours. Something zipped through you like hot current, and you felt your ears buzz.

“Hi.” You sounded breathless.

“Hey.” He replied, and you saw, in real time, his eyes run over you from head to toe, before quickly snapping back up to your face. You saw his ears warm at the thought of you catching him as he looked you over, and you felt something liquid hot churn in your stomach.

When you hugged him, you experienced the true change in his strength. His arms were steady, torso firm but warm, and he smelled so good. You shivered when you felt his face find home in the crook of your neck, and you feared he would feel your heart as it jumped around frantically in your chest, trying to beat out of your ribcage.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, and you were met up close with the wonderful, calm slate gray. You watched as his lips tilted up at the corners, as his cheeks twitched with that same, lazy smile.

“Missed ya.” He whispered.

“I-” Your eyes flickered, and you finally gave into your overwhelming urge, leaning forward only a few inches so your lips pressed firmly against his.

[osamusbigtits]

I can't stop thinking about this slightly fucked up au where osamu commits suicide. and it just ruins atumu completely. he's a shell of his former self, nothing feels right, he's basically a walking corpse. some people say that when osamu died, he took atsumu with him. and everyone, I mean everyone, is worried atsumu's not gonna be too far behind. but he keeps going because he knows that's what osamu would want. and goddammit, he said he would have the better life and he will stick to that. even if it means he cries so hard, all his tears are dried up, and he shows up to practice and acts like it's all fine. even if he doesn't act like he used to.

[ranspuppyboy]

for the hcs, either of the miya twins or oikawa. pls and thank

i love all 3 of them so... yeah

Atsumu

He messed up dyeing his hair the first time but he was too embarrassed to admit it so he kept it

One time him and Osamu tried to switch clothes to see if their mom would notice (she did but she thought it would be funny to play along) and when their mom didn't immediately recognize them he cried

He caught a lizard once and tried to keep it as a pet but his mom forced him to take ir outside again

There is a picture of the twins as babies sleeping and Atsumu has his foot on Osamu's face

He used AXE bodyspray in highschool (specifically the dark temptation one)

He only stopped once he was trying to scare Sakusa and he immediately recognized him by smell

Osamu

He knows about Atsumu's hair disaster so he tried to do it too... Atsumu is still salty he did it properly

Osamu hates going to fast food restaurants because Atsumu always stole his fries

Half of the pictures he sends to Atsumu are of him giving him the middle finger

Whenever he gets angry at Atumu he just puts wasabi or sugar on the onigiris he gives him

He also put salt on the sugar container once and blamed it on Atsumu

His embarrassing baby picture is him sucking on Atsumu's thumb

Oikawa

Has a twitter stan acc

His nephew found it and still makes fun of him for it

He would wear ungodly amounts of cologne because he didn't like smelling like sweat

Despite all the flirting he's not really into dating since he doesn't really feel attracted to anyone (Aromantic king)

One time he got very drunk and showed the 3rd years his baby picture and no one lets him live that down

He wanted to get his ears pierced but thought it would be inconvenient to heal them since he plays volleyball

[saint-satias]

I mean both Simon AND Betty were prepared to die together. The crown wasn't working and death was inevitable. With Finn as an awkward third wheel, they were both ready to die together and it would have been beautiful and romantic and I am weeping

TRUE!!!! but! They had to make us suffer a little, I guess

[uravitypng]

friends with benefits atsumu who calls you up when he's stressed after practice just to hear your voice.

friends with benefits atsumu who'll pin you against the lockers in the changing room after a match.

friends with benefits atsumu who takes his frustrations out on you when MSBY lose.

friends with benefits atsumu who'll hurriedly push your clothes off you because he just needs to touch you.

friends with benefits atsumu who tells you there is nothing better than being inside you, and he's not afraid groan in your ear about how good you feel.

friends with benefits atsumu who knows that theres one thing better than that and its you.

friends with benefits atsumu who holds you close because he just needs to be next to you.

friends with benefits atsumu who holds your close while you both walk out the changing room and glares at any of his teammates who even looks at you.

friends with benefits atsumu who realises he is falling in love with you.

-obviously time skip atsumu - i have serious msby atumu time skip brainrot rn

[nicka-nell]

SFW-Requests/HC

Osamu - feeding his s/o

Matsukawa - comforting his stressed out s/o

Ushijima | Satori - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Osamu | Kuroo - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Bokuto | Suna | Atsumu - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Sakusa | Akaashi | Sawamura - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Semi | Oikawa | Kenma - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Akaashi | Ushijima | Iwaizumi - React to your ex boyfriend writing to you

Sakusa | Kuroo | Oikawa | Sugawara - What they give you for the anniversary

Sakusa - Accidental confession

Ushijima | Tendou - New year celebration

Osamu | Atsumu - Miya twins with their twin babies

Ushijima | Atsumu | Sakusa | Suna | Kuroo | Iwaizumi - Showering with their s/o

Suna - Remember us this way (angst) Part 1 | Part 2

Atumu - break up because of a pregnancy (angst)

Suna - pregnancy confession going wrong

Ushijima | Atsumu | Sakusa - Seeing you in lingerie

Ushijima | Sakusa | Atsumu | Osamu - Would they talk about their relationship or you with reporters

Oikawa | Osamu | Kita - Things you fight about and how they comfort you afterwards

Kuroo | Ushijima | Suna - Things you fight about a lot and how they comfort you afterwards

Good morning kisses - Bokuto | Futakuchi | Kita | Kuroo | Oikawa | Sawamura | Ushijima

Awkward boyfriend moments - Atsumu | Bokuto | Oikawa | Osamu | Suna | Ushijima

Awkward boyfriend moments - Kita | Iwaizumi | Akaashi | Kuroo | Daichi | Ennoshita | Matsukawa | Kageyama | Hinata 

How they found out they love you and how they confessed - Semi | Ushijima | Daichi | Osamu

Getting interrupted during sexy time - Tsukishima | Kuroo | Semi | Futakuchi

Getting interrupted during sexy time - Osamu | Ushijima | Iwaizumi

Getting interrupted during sexy time - Kita | Sakusa | Fukunaga

How they act when they have a crush on you - Atsumu | Suna | Kuroo | Ushijima | Daichi | Hinata | Iwaizumi | Oikawa

How they act when they have a crush on you - Kita | Osamu | Tsukishima | Akaashi | Semi

Regretting their actions - Atsumu | Iwaizumi | Suna

Regretting their actions - Kuroo | Ushijima | Sakusa

A rainy Sunday - Osamu | Atsumu | Bokuto | Akaashi | Iwaizumi

Their toxic traits - multiple characters

Social Media-AU/Text Messages

SMAU: 100 days a bet - Suna x reader (Coming soon)

Ushijima |Tendou - I’m breaking up with you

SMAU: Ride of love - Osamu x reader | Atsumu x reader

SMAU-mini Broken string- Suna x Reader

Bokuto | Kuroo - I’m breaking up with you

Kozume | Kageyama - I’m breaking up with you

Atsumu | Sakusa - I’m breaking up with you

Kuroo | Kozume | Kageyama | Oikawa - Tell him "I love you"

Ushijima | Tendou | Bokuto | Akaashi - Tell him "I love you"

Ushijima | Yamaguchi | Atsumu | Kuroo - He accidentally confesses

Kozume | Ushijima | Tendou - Tell them you're pregnant

Kageyama | Sawamura | Oikawa - Tell them you're pregnant

Sakusa | Atsumu | Akaashi - Tell them you're pregnant

Bokuto | Osamu | Kuroo - Tell them you're pregnant

Osamu | Atsumu | Bokuto | Akaashi | Tsukishima | Kuroo | Kenma | Oikawa - Random boyfriend texts

18+ Requests/HC 🔞🍋

Akaashi | Oikawa | Kuroo - Having their first time

Sawamura | Sugawara | Tendou - Having their first time

Iwaizumi | Bokuto | Kozume - Having their first time

Osamu | Sakusa | Atsumu | Haiba - Having their first time

Suna | Matsukawa | Ukai | Hanamaki - Having their first time

Kyoutani | Ushijima | Kageyama - Having their first time

Daishou | Kita | Azumane - Having their first time

Yaku | Nishinoya | Hinata - Having their first time

Semi | Shirabu | Futakuchi - Having their first time

Kunimi | Yamaguchi - Having their first time

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[bee-bee-writes]

“Why Can’t I Kiss You Pt. 1”

Prompt: A series of fics where for various reasons you can’t kiss your boyfriend and he decides to take this way too personally. 

Character: Atsumu Miya

Tags: Whiney Atsumu, Insecure Reader

WC: ~1.9K

A/N: Yo this is my first every writing account, I’m very scared lol. I really appreciate if you read this warms my heart :)

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"Achoo" You sneeze violently in a tissue before tossing it in the large trash bag near your bed. You roll over to check the bag and cringe when you notice it's almost full.

“Mom”' You call out. 

Silence… That means it's 4pm then. She said she’d be out of the house by by then. Ugh. You slump yourself back to your bed rest as you grumble your dilemma. 

It's the middle of spring who expects a slight cough to be a week-long cold in surprise. Now it’s Thursday and despite how grimy and tired you feel, and the nonstop snot pouring out your nose this has been the best day of your cold yet. Speaking of mucus, you feel a cough rise in your throat. You rush to the box of tissues on your side table and cough it out. You squirm at the clear mess in your hands and toss it into the overflowing bag. And with that the box is empty. 

“I had to get up eventually…” You whine as you push off your covers. “Woah! Not on my watch” A voice boomed. You quickly look up to see your boyfriend Atsumu Miya beaming right at you with a tray in his hand. “Hi, baby” You keep staring at him wide-eyed stuck in the same position as earlier. He walks into your room and places the tray and his school bag on the coffee table near your bed. You look down and find a bowl of porridge, a plate of clumsily cut apple slices, and a bottle of medicine. “Y/n. Helloo. You’re amazing, reliable, and handsome boyfriend came by for a visit” Atumu quirks his eyebrow at you as he waved at you from across the table. You snap out of your trance and look up at your concerned boyfriend. 

“W-wait what are you doing here? Is my fever spiking again” Before you could get up, Atsumu rushed to your side. “Wait are you serious? Hold on” He freaked out as he pushed his bangs aside to put his forehead on yours. You flinched at the sudden contact as Atsumu wrapped his hand on your neck to pull you closer. You glance up into his warm brown eyes and see so much worry and care. You feel your heart skip as he moves away to put his hand on your forehead. 

“I think your forehead’s fine, y/n. But if you feel woozy let me know okay” He leans down and gives you a peck on your forehead. He smiles down at you soft and wide, before heading back to the table for his school bag. You touch the top of your head and watch your boyfriend rifle through his bag. The last time you saw him was at a home game for his volleyball team on Friday. Since you got sick over the weekend, you’d gone almost a whole week without seeing him. Sure he texted and called to check in, but it’s so different having him here and getting affection from him. You feel your skin warm up, but you know better that it’s not from a fever or the blankets that surround you. You smile as you think about the light kisses and attention he gives you. 

“Hey Tsumu, how’d you get in here” His head perks up at the nickname and a goofy grin spreads on his face before a pout appears. “Why? Are you trying to kick me out? I just got here” He slumps on the table and gives you his puppy eyes. You roll your eyes, but Atsumu chuckles at the big smile on your face. He sits up and beams at you staring into your eyes. “I got a call from your mom that she’d be out today and she asked me to visit and keep you company” He put his finger up as he began to count. “So 1. I love your mom and I’d do anything for her 2. What better time to dump your missing school work on you” 

“And?” You giggle while wrapping yourself in your blanket. His eyes sparkle as he laughs with you. “And, obviously, I missed you baby! School’s so boring without you now” He leans forward on the table and pouts at you again. “I might be back tomorrow, but I can’t promise that. I’m still feeling pretty sick, but not as bad as earlier this week so we’ll see” You blew him a kiss as he groaned, while catching the kiss you blew.  

 “Oh yeah, your school work!” He grabs a pack of papers and walks toward you. 

“You’re amazing boyfriend and friends were able to convince your teachers to give you a month to catch up on this week’s material. So make sure to thank us-” You and Atsumu looked at the source of the crunch sound and your eyes widened. Atsumu stared at your overflowing trash bag, before turning to face you. You flinched suddenly aware of how gross it must’ve looked. “Do you need me to toss out your bag” You nod. He begins to pick it up. “Is there other stuff you wanna get rid of” You quickly grab the empty tissue box and a half-empty water bottle to hand him. Atsumu takes the trash and drops it in the bag while tying it. As he turns around, you cringe at the bag he’s holding. Suddenly you feel worse as you glance at the scattered pillows and half-opened drawers about your room. 

“Hey babe, do you need anything else from downstairs?” Atsumu’s voice brings your focus back to him. You shake your head. Then pull the blanket closer to your body. “N-no” You cough into your elbow. “I’m good babe” He stares at you for a moment longer before nodding and giving you a soft smile. Then he disappears from your door frame.

You feel your heartbeat pick up and your stomach drop. You tug your knees and feel tears trying to prick your eyes. 

‘I’m so disgusting. I can’t believe I let him see me look like this. My room… I’m such a mess’ You turn away in your bed to muffle your cries.

“Hey! I know you didn’t say you wanted anything, but I got you some tea-” Atsumu’s eyes widen when he sees a blob of blankets against your bedside window. His eyebrow raises as he places the tea on your coffee table. He takes note of the untouched apples and porridge. He replaces the trash bag near your bed, before taking a seat next to the blob. “Do you know where my girlfriend went blob?” His voice has a little laugh in it as he looks back at your hidden figure. You whisper back, “I’m actually feeling kinda bad again. So..” You can’t find the words to explain. ‘I’m sorry for being so gross. You must be disgusted’ Your thoughts begin to run wild again as you both sit in the silence.

“Y/n”. Atsumu’s voice felt like a pin dropping in the silence. You worried if the blankets wouldn’t hide your shaking. You hummed back at him. Atsumu turns to face you on the bed. “Am I… bothering you somehow? If so please tell me” He pleads with you. You bite your lip as you hear the sorrow in his voice. 

“I’m sorry you have to take care of me!” You yell out. “What?” You can already imagine the confused look on his face. Your face begins to warm thinking about how embarrassing what you’re about to say is. 

“I-I’m all gross and smelly. And I've been hacking up snot since Sunday. I just. Ugh, this is so stupid” You shift on your bed and muffle the rest in your pillow. A quick silence fills the room again before you feel Atsumu tug on your blankets. 

“What are you doing?” “I really, really, really need to see your face right now” Atsumu whines. You pull back on the space he tugs on and he taps you back. “Let go” “No, I can’t” “Y/nnnn” Both of you go back and forth tugging for a while. “Baby” You drop your side of the blanket as he drops his. You sit up but remain covered. Atsumu shuffles closer to your figure. “Can I please see you, Baby? I miss you Y/n” You can hear his pout in that last sentence. You start to blush at how cute he’s being, but don’t respond. He sighs. “You leave me no choice then Y/n” He mumbles as he crosses his arms next to you.

“Darling. I really miss you. Can I see my baby again?” He asks with a deep voice. Your face begins to burn as you feel blood rush to your cheeks. “T-that’s illegal! You can’t use ‘that’ voice on me” Atsumu snickers and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he continues, “But darling, I really miss you” You turn towards your window again and push down the noise your heart is making. “Y-you can’t call me Darling either” He presses himself against you and wraps his arm around your shape to pull you closer. “Can you pull this down for me darling” He tries again. He tugs the blanket near your head. 

You slowly pull the blanket down. You face away from him, embarrassed for completely different reasons now. Atsumu laughs at you as he drags your head into his neck. “I’d do anything for you. I’d carry mountains of homework packets, fight our teachers to give you all year to catch up on your work, and most always be by your side for anything” You lean into his shoulder and feel your heartbeat slow down. 

The room begins to still and all you can focus on is Atsumu and your heartbeats. He leans over to give you a peck on your forehead. “I don’t care that you’re sick” He gives you a quick squeeze and gets a giggle out of you. “I love you and I’m so glad I get to take care of you like this” He hums and he cuddles closer to you. As you lean into your boyfriend, he grabs your chin to focus on him. He brings you closer to his face. 

“Ow!” You slam a pillow into Atsumu’s face and he glares at you. You glare right back and wiggle out of his hold. You hold up the pillow as a shield. “What were you trying to do?!” “Trying to kiss my girlfriend, you psycho” He fires back. You can’t help but laugh at this scene. He looks so mad with his pout, but you can’t help but giggle at him. 

“Tsumu I’m literally sick” “You let me kiss you on your forehead a while ago though!” He whined.  You burst out laughing at his response. He tried to give you puppy dog eyes and another pout, but you just threw your pillow at him again. He slowly fell off the bed as he began to groan. You leaned over to laugh at his suffering as he sat next to your bed. 

“But babe, I haven’t seen you in like a week. The last time I saw you was after our game on Friday. Pleaseee” “You’re so dumb” You laughed as he whined. 

You decide to let him off easy and lean down to kiss his cheek. But right as you reach down you see a glint of mischief in his eye, but it’s too late. He turns his head and sneaks a kiss on the lips from you. “Noo” “Yess” He cheers as he falls on your floor. “What’re you gonna do if you catch my cold now dumbass” He looks back up at you with a love sick grin

“Be grateful, I have such a cute girlfriend to take care of me”

[spikesbimbo]

Three's trouble

Pairing: suna x reader x atsumu

Tags: face fucking, praise, dirty talk, threesome, exhibitionism at first, teasing, choking, oral sex, finger sucking,  idk reader has an oral fixation, lowkey eiffel tower, spit/drool, crying, spanking, daddy!suna, masturbation

wc: 1.8k

a/n: Feeding yall until my dilf fics come out. Iowkey insp by this 

Minors dni 18+

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“C’mon lemme touch her...please rinnie” He teased, copying you, knowing all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and mumble those words and you'd get what you wanted.

“Call me that shit again and i'll kick you out.” suna said. Freezing in place, dick almost going soft after those words. Lucky your pretty face drooling all over his cock brought him back.

“Go ahead...” he sighed, knowing this was gonna happen after he ‘invited’ him to watch yall fuck after he walked in on you two, knowing he was insatiable as you, and that stroking his cock wasn't enough.

“I-,  you sure…?” he asked. “This okay with you, hmm?” Only caring what your answer was, knowing your boyfriend would go along with it if it made you happy.

“Dont get me wrong its hot as fuck, been dreaming about this for so long, but...” He continued waiting for you to put out an answer, an opening as you responded by breaking your head from sunas cock enough for you to mumble a soft, sweet “yeah”. Expression hidden as your boyfriend drags you back onto him, greed overriding him, wanting to be only one to see your face like this.

Physically responding by arching your back more, rocking your hips as the friction of the air wasn't enough, humming out while your lips were wrapped around his cock once again, nodding your consent again as suna wrapped his hand around your head, leaning back with a groan.

“Fuck baby.” he muttered out. Pride rising in your chest, taking all of him like a good girl. His tip hitting the back of your throat, hands sneaking up his thighs to grab his balls in between your fingers. 

“Don't be rough at first, she doesn't like that.” he said, eyes half closed watching his every movement, looking at your body and expression for any signs of discomfort.

“Got it, got it. Don't worry.” He complained, placing himself behind you. “You're acting like i've never touched a girl before.”

“Wouldn't doubt it.” he said under his breath. Turning his vision back to you, stroking your cheek as his face was getting more tinted by the second.

“Hey!”

You let out a whine, needy moans getting their well-needed attention back on you. Body feeling so neglected as tears started forming in your eyes, your boyfriend quickly calming you down.

“shh baby s’okay, ignore him. Just keep all your attention on me.” He cooed cupping your jaw, distracting you by doing the work for you, bobbing your head up and down with his hand on the back of your head.

Your noises getting higher and higher as atsumu moved his hand to your cunt, sliding his fingers down your slit up and down a few times before stopping to rub your clit. Sliding his finger in, so tight but you gave way so easy, curling his finger pushing the build up of slick out of you, dripping onto the floor beneath you.

“So fucking pretty.” he mumbled out, barely getting the words out before he put his lips on your thighs, placing harsh open mouthed kisses on them. Squirming at the feeling, suna’s hands locking you in place while his hands were grabbing your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he spread you open. “So wet, wanna taste you.”

Moaning at the words, all shame leaving your body as you presented yourself more, just wanting to feel good already, hearing a chuckle followed by a slight smack landing on you. The shock, letting out a cry laced with pleasure, disconnecting your mouth from him, a gasp of “tsumu” falling from your lips, face contorting with embarrassment as your body does the same.

“You like it pretty girl? You like when your daddy spanks you when you're being bad, hmm?” 

Tears pooling in your eyes as the words left his mouth. “Aww, sweetheart. You love when he makes you cry like that, what an angel.”

His hand comes down onto your skin again, jumping at the contact, ashamedly getting you wetter and wetter. ”Fuck, you get this everynight? Lucky bitch.”:

Suna just chuckled, loving how you caught everyone's attention but at the end of the day you were his, no matter who touched you. Every nerve ending was tensing up as he entered you, his hips slowly meeting your ass at first. Watching himself slide in and out of you as he started to move, shallow strokes turning into deeper ones. “God damn baby, your tiny little cunt’s already swallowing me up.” thrusting into you harder and faster, cries leaving your throat as you already made a mess.

“Fuck baby, you already cum?...”Poor little thing, should've known that when i walked in on you creaming just from your daddy playing with your little cunt.”

“C-cause you were teasing me” you softly sobbed out in protest, needing him to move or you would breakdown.

“Was I? M’sorry pretty girl, dont worry ill make you feel good.” Hearing his grunts as you clenched, not stopping but getting rougher. Thrusting into you as his balls were hitting your sensitive clit, walls throbbing around him as you cried out incoherent words.

Watching himself slide in and out of your tiny little cunt  as he starts to move, slow and shallow strokes sliding into deeper ones. “You’re just fucking swallowing me up, fuck.”

“D-daddy” escaping from your lips in a moan, as his hand was wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look your wet sloppy face in his eyes as you were getting fucked. You blurry vision making out his deadpan face, but you felt his gaze on your body, ass bouncing after every thrust, only being held up by him.  

“Daddy?” tsumu questioned, his grip on your hips growing tighter, letting out a little squeal as his thrusts get shakier. “Fuck, youre so lucky.”

Suna just chuckled, knowing what he had, making sure you knew it too. Tsumu leaning back against your body watching you catch his thrusts halfway. Hips rolling, gasps barely having time to escape before they’re knocked out of you again.

Your boyfriend not being able to fight the groans that spill out of his mouth, thumb swiping over your lips, smearing his cum and spit there. Rocking his hips back into your mouth, eyes hooded watching tsumu make you crumble and cry under him.

“He making you feel good baby?” he asked. Whimpering at the way he’s grabbing your jaw, already so sore. “C’mon, be a good girl and tell daddy.”

Being patient with you was one of his specialties, letting you take all the time you needed, eyes focused on you waiting for you to be a big girl and use your words.

“Y-yea, rinnie.” you stuttered out, voice displaced by his thrusts.

“Good girl.”

The way he's speaking to you, so sweet and soft, but so dominant at the same time. Kissing you on the forehead before moving down to your lips. Wet eyes being rubbed by his finger as his other hand is stroking his cock.

Tsumu’s moans are background noise as you drag your tongue down his hand, grabbing it with the hand that isn’t currently on his dick, wrapping your lips around his digits. Not reacting besides letting you do what you want, as usual; breath hitching as you take it down to his knuckle.

“Fuck,” tsumu groaned, flicking his hips up into yours, getting off to the both of you looking like the sight of a porn clip in front of him.

“daddy, i-, im gonna” you whimpered, lips hovering over sunas, a line of spit connecting you two, how romantic. Your sentence not finishing as he dragged you back into a kiss, sloppy and messy, all while tsumu is bruising your cervix, the pain dulling at this point.

“Yeah baby, you gonna cum on my cock? Already doing such a good job.” he said, trying to look back at him before suna grabs your head again, looking into your red teary eyes as you pant out. Dry mouth open as he’s fucking your fist, rocking into you like you were a toy.

“You gonna be a good girl and take it? Gonna be a good girl?” he muttered out, sliding his flushed cock back into your drool covered mouth. 

“Our good girl.”

Suna rolls his eyes as he cups your face again, spit sliding down it as he pushed it in, not wanting to cum again after looking down into your spaced out eyes. The sound of his balls slapping your chin, obscure words leaving his mouth as your nose was now at his crotch.

The pain of your dry lips growing, the ache in your jaw only adding onto it but you were gonna make him finish. Hiccupping out whimpers as astumu gets rougher, picking up the pace. 

The sound of your wetness leaking onto his thighs and balls, every slap sounding lewd as possible the vibrations coming from your mouth is enough to have suna shove himself down your throat more, fucking you there until he cums down it.

A dazed smile appearing on your face as you licks up what slipping between your lips, looking like hes about to pass out at the sight of your lips licking it off of him, leaning his head back as the thinks hes about to blow again.

Another moan leaves your lips as you feel so close to your climax, not having anyone to pay attention to anymore but yourself as you feel your orgasm building up. Selfishly moving your boyfriends dirty hands to you, already catching your drift as he starts lazily rubbing your clit almost instantly making you cum.

Atumu chasing his as soon as he feels yours, rolling his hips deeper as he pushes your back in an arch. Seeing black for a minute as he lets himself go. Getting faster, hips stuttering as your body is limp under him resting on suna. Sobbing at the overstimulation as he continues to abuse your poor cunt as he drains his balls dry, making the most of his orgasm.

Mind going bank, not even realizing that he pulled out of you, and that you were laying in your boyfriends arms. Wrapped in the thin sheets, him coming down from a high just as much as you.

 “You good, baby?” suna whispered, wrapping his arm around you kissing beneath your ear as he rubbed your back. Nodding as you dozed off into him, sleepiness overtaking you at the feeling of being in his hold as you did every night.

“ So…” Atsumu started breaking the silence, suna already giving him a side eye, not wanting to wake up your pretty face squished into his shoulder. “Maybe ne-”

“No.”

[bucketofchum]

Nsfw talk under cut

Get you a man who apologizes for having a boner when you are actively trying to get him hard

Get you a man who tries not to cum and if he does, spends the entire time apologizing for it and trying to hide himself

Get Atumu

[clawsdevour]

his first crush

wc: 1.2k content warning: ur atsumu's first ever crush and he's all nervous and shy and silly!, fluff, atumu x reader, not proofread

note: this is for that one anon req!! im sorry that i chose to write atsumu instead of hoshiumi b/c genuninely i'm still not very familiar with hoshiumi as a character!! T_T but i still hope you enjoy this!!!!!

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“The girls are gonna practice alongside us this whole week, you better behave” you overhead from the back. A familiar voice jogging through your mind while you attempt to look back to see who said that.

It was Shinsuke Kita, Inarizaki’s boys volleyball captain. He was explaining the current situation the girls’ gym was in and why you were gonna be sharing their courts to the Miya twins who’ve stopped by at your class.

A recognizable blonde behind his grey haired twin was trying to sneakily look through your class. His eyes squinted and widened in excitement the moment he found out where you sat by the window. 

Atsumu had a big fat crush on you and everyone on the boys’ volleyball team knew. The moment school started after summer ended was when you found out you had class with one of them. Meaning, that that person may update Atsumu your every action if they really wanted to.

When you transferred into Inarizaki last year, you were a complete nobody. Not in a way where everyone disliked you, but in a sense where you absolutely knew no one. That was until you tried out for your favorite sport, volleyball, and successfully made it onto the team! From there you met your fellow friends, and classmates that they introduced you to. That of course, also lead to Atsumu’s discovery being you. 

One day you stayed a bit longer in the gym where no one else was in building. You were practicing your serves, in hopes to get better before your next match. From the corner of your eye you saw a blonde man peak his head in, feeling his intense eyes resting on you, but too focused to look back. 

Your dedication towards volleyball and your team got you caught up in his heart. He only came to the girls’ gym to look for his trainer, but was swept off his feet by his first crush ever, you.

“Oh my god Samu, she sits right ‘der” you heard Atsumu loudly whisper from behind Osamu before leaving.

You weren’t annoyed or disliked the fact that Atsumu liked you. You thought it was kinda silly how he chose you to crush on, overall he was popular amongst the girls in Inarizaki. 

Either way you weren’t sure what the rest of the school year is gonna bring but you know it’ll be a very interesting year before graduation.

“Okay girls, remember to be respectful to the boys and their coach because they’re allowing us practice in their gym this week due to construction,” your trainer explained to your team. You’re all standing in front of the gym while your coach continues. 

A few girls in the back were gossiping about the Miya twins and how attractive they are while you smiled under your straight face, a bit excited to see how Atsumu will react the moment he sees you walk in.

“For the first fifteen minutes, you guys will be stretching and warming up together to get along since we’re gonna be in here for a while. The boys’ coach will be subbing in for me while I prepare atheletic sheets to hand out, got it?” A loud ‘Yes!’ roaring from your group. 

Your coach slides open the door, excusing your guys’ intrusion. The boys’ trainer walks over to the entrance to greet you all, the sounds of squeaking coming to a halt to follow behind their trainer. 

When you’re all situated in the gym, their coach is going through all the basic rules about his courts and shows you which one you’ll be practicing in as well as where the balls are kept. Everyone’s bowing and introducing each other, of course a small crowd around the twins as always. They both somewhat ignored the girls, waiting for their trainer’s next order.

“Please choose a partner to get warmed up with for 15 minutes before you both split off and practice in your teams!” yelling across all the chit chat, catching everyone’s attention before they all go off to pick partners.

You’re looking down at everyone’s shoes, knowing everyone’s either already partnered up or already searching for one of the guys. A few steps in, a pair of familiar shoes catches your attention while you look up. It was no else but Atsumu Miya.

“Um… HI! Do you need a partner?” A bit louder than usual due to anxiousness, his hand reaching out to you with the other scratching the back of his neck to calm his high nerves. His large hooded eyes inspecting you in your casual shorts and tee.

“Oh..! Sure,” gladly agreeing amongst the murmurs. His hand reaches out to yours, leading you towards the volleyball cart in the back to select your ball, trying to get away from the crowd that gradually dispersed. While choosing a ball, his piercing tension is so dense the pressure’s making you sweat in fear.

“How bout you choose? You probably know which one’s best!” Turning around rapidly, pushing him closer to the cart nervously trying to get rid of this awkward atmosphere you created.

“O-Okay..” turning his head to seek a ball that’s in good condition. His heart is pumping like crazy, he can’t help but swallow hard. He wants this to go well and to build a stable connection with you throughout the week.

The moment he turned around was when you started to get down to stretch. Taking your mind off that blonde to get all loose, thank god because he would’ve continued to stare you down while you were choosing a ball.

“Let’s practice over there,” facing you again with a wide smile, he’s pointing at the corner of the gym where it’ll just be you two. Everyone’s already finished stretching, either in line to grab a ball where the front of the gym was or peppering to get more warmed up.

You agreed and followed him, he’s walking so stiffly. Did he forget to stretch? You can’t help but have these random thoughts engulfing your mind while you analyzed Atsumu now that you get to see him up close. 

Blonde hair that so needed to be toned with purple shampoo, his brown hair growing in and peeking from the bottom. His tall and broad stature was attractive.. Not to mention his face. Him and his twin are highkey attractive, you had to admit.

“Pass!!” you shouted at him the moment threw the ball in the air. Somehow catching him off guard.

“Sorry about that. Kinda got the jitters, ‘er something like that. Ya know what, ignore that.. That was embarrassing” his pale face flushed a hot red in humiliation from what he just said. You tell him it’s okay and to continue, hearing him course under his breath.

To be honest, you thought that it was kinda cute that he had this more vulnerable and shy side to his tough guy act he always puts up. For once, he was the one who’s more flustered than even just a regular girl.  Before he began to practice with you, all you could think about is how this was gonna be a long but fun week.

masterlist here

[gayfanservice]

Heyy! I would like to request something if thats fine.

(It is late for me at the moment so sorry in advance if there are some spelling errors or if some parts don't make sense, I'm practically asleep haha)

So I would like to request a Atsumu x male reader if thats fine.

So the plot goes like this: atsumu and y/n have been friends since they were babies as their parents have been best friends so it made sense for them to be friends too. At a young as atsumu so really into volleyball and played every chance he could, he would of course ask y/n at play but most times y/n would decline the offer as volleyball or any sports wasnt his thing. Y/n liked calming things like Gaming, cooking/baking. Things that didnt involve lots of moving. At sum u being the kid he is would complain to y/n that he didnt play volleyball with him and would sulk for ages until y/n would finally agree.

Years pass by and they were still friends, maybe even closwr. Atsumu now plays for the school's team. He tried to convince y/n to join too as by saying "oh come on!! You should join already, you so good at it" and things like that.

But it really did annoy atsumu. The two where at y/n's home talking. Y/n stated that he wanted to go to a culinary school in the future. He showed atsumu a cake he took hours to make, he was proud of himself so of course he showed Atsumu. Atsumu told him how that was a stupid idea and how y/n should just stop being so 'lazy' and 'boring'. Out of frustration, Atsumu smashed the cake y/n had made. It made y/n distraught and scared in a way of the sudden action from Atsumu. The two argued until y/n said his final words in the argument "I can't even believe I ever liked a selfish guy like you..! Let alone love you.." Tears streamed from y/n's eyes. Atumu stood there in shock from the words just said. Atsumu had always had feelings for y/n. He thought that they would be even closer of he made y/n join volleyball with him. Atsumu engulfed y/n in a hug and began crying himself. He explained his reasoning behind him lashing out. Without thinking Atsumu kissed y/n. It was a short kiss, but it was filled with so much love and emotion that caused then to want it more (not in a sexual way). Atsumu asked/mostly begged for y/n's forgiveness and of course y/n soon accepted the apology.

I dont know too much about Atsumu so he’s probably a little ooc! (Also, you, dear anon, first ever requester, thank you)

Angst-ish with a happy ending?

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“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” Playing on your Gameboy, you could hear Atsumu yell at you throughout the house. You groaned. The door to your bedroom opened as Atsumu ran in, immediately having a pillow thrown at him. “Knock!” “But ya’ know me! I shouldn’t have ta’ knock!” Picking up another pillow while glaring at Atsumu, he huffed (it was a disguise. He was terrified of your glare, and insane aim accuracy) before walking out and closed the door. A second went by and you heard a knock. Sighing, you told him told him to come in. He opened the door, completely forgetting what he was mad about earlier and asked that god awful question you hated.

“Come play with me!” “No.” He pouted, “Ya’ always say that!” “I agreed yesterday.” You concentrated on catching a caterpie, “C’mon! I’ll, uh,” he paused, “I’ll buy you Pokémon!” You stared at him before sighing. “You’re 11, you can’t buy anything.” He whined as you went back to your Gameboy, “Please! Please! Please! Please!” God he never quits, you never understood why he didn’t get Osamu, he was better (and actually tried) at it than you. “Why can’t you get Osamu? He’s better than me.” He stopped complaining and looked at you before jumping on your bed, shaking you back and forth, “It’s not the same! Come on! Pleeaase?” You agreed, just to get him to shut up.

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“(Y/N)!” ‘God damnit all.’ You thought as you felt the body of your best friend crash into you, “Ye’re finally joining?!” You could hear Osamu swearing to kill his brother. “No.” You were still blunt as ever, only at the gym so early in the morning because Atsumu forgot his lunch bag at your house. He whined, “But whyyyyy?” Before you could reply Osamu came upon to you two. “Hey, dumbass! Leave ‘im alone! We’re supposed ta’ be practicing!” Gripping the back of Atsumu’s shirt and pulling him away from you, Osamu pulled the whining teenager back to the court. You looked at Ojiro and waved, he waved back. You two were barely friends, only knowing each other because of the twins, but he was cool so you didn’t care.

You put Atsumu’s bag on the bench and left for class, hoping you could catch a nap.

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“(Y/N)?” Your head was on your desk still, “Atsumu I swear to god I’m not playing volleyball with you.” You heard a huff, “I’m Osamu, also it’s lunch time.” You shot out of your seat and looked at the clock, seeing it was indeed lunch. “Fuuuuck.” Your teacher was not happy. Walking towards the cafeteria with Osamu, you talked about all the different recipes of Onigiri there was and what your favorite type is. Coming to the cafeteria doors you held it open for Osamu, walking in after him and immediately seeing Atsumu waving at you, Ojiro beside him. Sitting in front of him (with Osamu in front of Ojiro) you opened your bento, eating whatever you made. “Mm, (Y/N), so nice of ya’ to make me lunch!”

“Shut the fuck up and don’t talk with food in yer mouth.” As much as Atsumu complementing your cooking made you happy, seeing him talk with a mouth full would undoubtedly make your appetite go south for the day. “Damn (Y/N), why’d ya’ have ta’ go and make ‘im lunch?” “‘Cause I’m nice.” You stated, taking a bite of Onigiri, “And so he owes me.” “(Y/N)!” Osamu and Ojiro laughed at Atsumu’s demise while you just blankly stared at him while eating. “Hey, (Y/N).” “No.” “Oh, c’mon! I didn’t even say anything!” You glared at him, he looked down at the lunch you had the curtesy to make for him. “But ye’re so good! C’mon, Osamu, tell ‘im how good he is!”

You looked at him with a ‘don’t you fucking dare’ face, “Atsumu does have a point.” He shrugged at the end of his sentence, picking at his food with his chopsticks. You looked at him before looking at Atsumu, then looking down at your bento. “Ojiro’s my new best friend.” “WHAT!?”

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“(Y/N)!” You were playing on the PlayStation 1 in your living room, “Who the fuck let you in?” Not looking away from whatever you were playing, Atsumu sat down beside you. “Me, of course!” “Atsumu I’m not playing volleyball.” This was a weekly occurrence. Atsumu some how gets in your house, he begs for you to play volleyball with him, you say no, he still begs, you get tired and agree. God you hated him and his stamina. “But (Y/N)!” He stretched out your name, “Atsumu, no. I’m busy.” He crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed that you, yet again, refused to play with him. “Actually, I have something I want to show you.” He perked up before you still didn’t agree to play.

Flopping back on the couch, arms still crossed and still acting like a baby, he watched you get up and go to the kitchen. He watched as you open the fridge and took out a beautiful cake. “I’m thinking of going to culinary school, but baking seems more, uh, tasteful?” You set the cake on the table, Atsumu walking up to it. “I wanted your opinion on it.” Looking at you, Atsumu couldn’t believe how you’d want to go to such a boring school, have such a boring job. “Baking is boring, and it’s a lazy job. It’s a stupid idea really.” “It’s not boring, and it’s not stupid.” You weren’t one to get mad often, sure you act mad with the twins (Atsumu) but you were easily the chillest person alive, but Atsumu was really pushing it.

“It really is. There’s no fun in standing in a kitchen all day.” “Wow, fuck you too, I guess.” You crossed your arms, ready to call Osamu to get his brother. “I’m just saying! You should come to volleyball! It’s more fun!” “Atsumu for the love of god, I fucking HATE volleyball!” Atsumu stared at you, processing what you said. Hate volleyball? Impossible. No one likes baking more than volleyball! It’s just a excuse for being lazy. “But ye’re so good! Why don’t you just go pro with me instead doing stupid, whatever this is!” He raised his hands, hitting the table out of frustration. The cake fell, getting red, white, and some blue frosting all over the floor. You both stared at it, wide eyed.

“What… what the fuck?” You could feel the tears building up in your eyes. “I spent… so long on that.” “I-I didn’t mean too! I just wanted you to play join volleyball and play with me! And-and-” “What about me?! What about what I want? Huh? Do you even care about me?” The tears were falling and Atsumu had tears of his own, “I can’t believe I ever liked someone so selfish!” You wiped your tears, “You selfish fucking bastard!” He stood still, before stepping over the smooshed cake and hugged you. You squirmed, “I just thought if ya’ joined the team, we would be closer. I thought we could be a team, y’know?” His voiced crack.

He could feel you stop and wrap your arms around him. “I just, I just didn’t want ya’ to leave me. I want you with me, and it would be hard if we had different jobs.” You could feel your shoulder get wet with his tears, “I’m so, so sorry, (Y/N). Please, I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you.” You both stayed like that for awhile. Sure, you were still pissed that he smashed your cake, but you really needed this hug. He pulled back kissed the side of your mouth before looking in your eyes, silently asking for permission. You leaned in, kissing him. It was short, but you both could feel the love the other felt. Atsumu put his head on your shoulder, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). Could you forgive me?” His voice was strained from the crying.

“Only if you accept Osamu is the better twin,” He pulled back, looking at you with bewilderment in his eyes. You laughed at your own joke, “I’m just kidding,” he relaxed, putting his head on your shoulder again. “Tuggin’ at my strings,” You both chuckled. “You’re cleaning this up, though. And I’m not helping.” “That’s fair.”

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I have got to stop making these so long. And remember kids, baking is not lame.

Also sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted

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[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.18

Genre: Humor, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

I’M STILL INTO HIM TSUMIE

Y/n found herself sighing softly, as she leaned against the Onigiri stand in the stadium. Atsumu’s organization had planned something for the kids, a training camp with the team, and Kuroo had begged Osamu to help them out with meals. Of course the silver haired twin wasn’t going to say no. His brother had already asked, and he adored children. He just liked making the taller man sweat a little bit. Y/n was sighing, because she’d just spent the last few hours watching her heart melt every time Osamu interacted with a child.

She didn’t even know the man could be good with children. Atsumu was terrible when it came to any child under the age of 7. He was kind of a bully and babies liked to pee on him. Y/n was too busy musing, that she hadn’t noticed Atsumu coming up behind her. “Ya been starin at Samu for hours now sweetheart.” Atumu mused, motioning toward his twin. Osamu was on the court, showing a little girl how to hold her hands up for a proper set. “Ya got somethin goin on?” He teased. Y/n only snorted giving the blonde a shove, as she turned to clean up the Onigiri stand. “Of course I don’t.” She hissed, moving things about and slamming supplies. “What could possibly be happening between me and that god of a man that’s your hot brother.” She rambled, losing focus. “It’s not like he’s fucking funny, or literally the sweetest guy ever.” She sighed, moving around the stand, as she ranted. “Just the other day, I watched him listen to this old man talk about his wife for two hours straight. It was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.” Y/n whined, as Atsumu watched on, eyes filled with mirth. “And don’t even get me started on seeing him with children. God,” she groaned, leaning her head back. “The way he smiles at them makes my fucking ovaries explode.” Y/n snarled, looking over at her friend.

Atsumu only smiled, giving her a chance to continue, but all she could do was whine, as she threw herself into his arms. “He makes it so hard to stay away.” Y/n sniffed, snuggling into Atsumu’s chest as she pouted. “He’s so good. Even when he’s being a stubborn jackass. Like last week when we all went out, and he punched that guy for calling me a slut. God I wanted to swallow his dick then and there.” She stated, making Atsumu bark out a laugh. “He’s just this wonderful, amazing, unique guy, and I promised myself I wouldn’t fall for him again.” Y/n huffed, as Atsumu continued laughing. “This isn’t funny!” She seethed, reaching back to hit her best friend in the stomach. “This is a damn crisis!” Before Y/n could continue, Osamu made his way over, the little girl he’d been helping trailing behind. “Ya done yellin at tsumu, this little sweetie wants to ask ya a question.” Osamu teased, winking down at the small girl. Y/n stepped away from Atsumu and crouched down toward the girl. “Can ya show me how to make Onigiri? Samu says ya make the best around!” The girl mumbled, shyly as Y/n smiled. “Sure can sweetie!” Y/n nodded, reaching out for the girl. “How’s about you help me sort out the afternoon snack too!” She declared, standing up, and pulling her toward the stand. “We’ll leave these smelly boys to clean up.” She teased, as the little girl made a matching stink face. 

Atsumu watched, as his brothers eyes never left Y/n’s, eyes rolling at two of them. “If you’re in a fucking crisis, he must be in one too.” He mumbled to himself, as he turned to go find his boyfriend. They had some planning to do.

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Things that they do when they miss you

Note: Something quick before I plop to bed <3 Also you didn’t die, you are just on a trip or something idk.

Looks at old or recent pictures or polaroids that you have taken together. He start remembering how happy you were at that moment with him, he hopes you get back soon so you can make even more memories together. :)

Suna, Tendou, Kuroo, Yaku, Lev, Kenma, Akaashi, Semi, Oikawa and Kita

He cuddles your pillow pretending it’s you. He also smells it because it has your scent.

Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Hinata, Kunimi and Yamaguchi(we all know that he sleeps hugging a pillow)

He starts doing things that you like/eating/listen to but they don’t even notice. They just picked up small habits that you do and he integrates them into his lifestyle.

Tsukishima, Semi, Aone, Osamu, Akagi and Ojiro

He tries to keep himself busy by doing something that he likes . Eventually that thought enters back again that you aren’t there with at the moment and he just has to be patient.

Atumu, Sakusa, Kenma, Shirabu, Aone, Iwazumi and Bokuto

He texts you to either check on you to see that you are alright.Or they either spam you with messages 24/7 about how they miss and that he wishes that time fly by so you can be together with him sinsjwjsjwhduaidiijs882 He also gets concerned if you don’t reply back.

Hinata, Bokuto, Lev, Kita, Kuroo, Akaashi, Ushijima, Ojiro, Sugawara, Oikawa and Sakusa

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"suna? what's your problem? you've been acting weird all day."

rinatarou doesn't even have to look to know that atsumu is the one bothering him. his voice and his blunt words give it away. "how did you get into my house?"

"your mom let me in," atsumu says. rintaoru feels the bed sink and then a weight falls on rintaoru. "you skipped practice. samu covered for you. did you guys get into a fight? he didn't want to come with me to check on you."

rintarou buries his face into his pillow. "I'm avoiding him."

"is that why you skipped pratice? all 'cause of samu? i'll kick his ass for you-"

"that's not why I skipped practice. and don't kick his ass, he did nothing wrong."

atumu shifts and lays his head on rintarou's back, his arms attempt to wrap around rintarou, but atsumu huffs when rintaoru doesn't budge. "so what's the matter, sunarin?" atsumu's voice is soft.

rintarou sighs. "i don't know. i just feel so exhausted. and volleyball feels like a chore, and it shouldn't but it does."

"come to practice tomorrow."

"are you not listening-"

"everyone on the team misses you. and you should come to our house tomorrow. or tonight, if you want-"

"I just said I was avoiding osamu, dumbass."

"why?"

rintarou goes quiet. his stupid emotions would just ruin everything, like they always do. he's going to lose his two best friends with one simple statement. if he hasn't already lost osamu.

"suna," atsumu says softly. he nudges ritnarou's arm. "talk to me. come on. i know something is off between you and samu. he won't talk to me either." rintarou shifts. "i can't have both of you ignoring me."

"don't guilt me into talking."

"i'm not! i'm concerned for you! you're my best friend, sunarin. I care about you."

"i think i have a crush on osamu and i've been avoiding him ever since I realized," rintaoru whispers. "and i think osamu is giving me space but i don't know if thinks i'm mad at him, but i'm not. i'm mad at myself."

"you shouldn't avoid samu. if it were anyone else, he'd confront them. but it's you. he'd jump off a cliff if you told him to." atsumu shoves his arms around rintarou and squeezes. "and i think that should tell you something."

"are you saying he likes me back?"

"i dunno. he doesn't like to talk about that type of thing."

"atsumu."

"i'm just saying. I've never seen him act like that with anyone. and neither has mama. speaking of mama, i told her you were gonna come over for dinner." atsumu sits up and pulls rintaoru with him. "so come on."

"you're a piece of shit."

"love you, too, sunarin."