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reelock · 2 years

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UNO OUT | INARIZAKI HIGH

prompt: playing uno with the volleyball team always ends up in a fight.

author's note: the reader is black-coded, but anyone can read it, this is a short drabble type, I'm trying to get my groove flowing on here since my main blog is shadowbanned right now so I'm moving slowly.

稲荷崎高校 INARIZAKI HIGH

Every Friday after practice you sit down with the volleyball team and teach each other different games. This game night you decided you wanted to teach the team uno with aran as help just in case Osamu & Atsumu decided they wanted to fight.

Aran and you love watching everyone fight over who's going to go out first while you two are in the corner plotting on what card you'll put out next. Suna is a type of cheater that would look at everyone's cards to see what card he shouldn't put out. Suna likes to look into your hand just to see what cards he either wants you to put for his benefit or to get back at someone else through you.

Atsumu likes to yell that he's about to quit and does this whole dramatic thing like throwing his cards, getting mad at Osamu, and bickering with him or begging you for help. Osamu got the game plan rather quickly it wasn’t hard for him to catch on to the game and it was rather easy to win a couple.

Kita learned fast as well, it was really just atsumu that had a problem with everything they were doing because he hated being the only one out of the mix. But that got him to sit next to you for the whole game and that was his plan all along. To sit next to you to make his brother jealous.

And after you and Aran taught the team how to play uno, they wanted to play every Friday and that became a team bonding routine.

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kitasgloves · 3 months

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"R U Mine?"

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— ♬ "And I can't help myself. All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

— ♬ Atsumu x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, fem reader, rockstar au, vocalist! guitarist! atsumu, no beta just me being down bad for rockstar tsumu

His honey-brown eyes always find your figure in the crowd so it becomes natural to seek you. The color of your hair, the shimmer in your eyes, the tint of your lips, and the shape of your silhouette invaded Atsumu Miya's mind daily. Being labeled by the media as 'the hottest modern rockstar' meant he was granted opportunities. Nonstop concerts and gigs, exclusive interviews and meet and greets, and overflowing awards. Atsumu was exposed to meeting people left and right, he was accustomed to forgetting their faces at the end of the day. However, he finds it impossible to forget you.

You're nothing but a friend of a friend, a pretty girl with a pretty name. You attended most of his band's concerts, he knows because he manages to spot you in the crowd every time. You have a particular effect on him. Whenever you're in Atsumu's line of vision, his nerves get all tied up into one knot, his chest doing odd flutters and his tummy performing foreign flips. You tend to bring the best out of him during concerts because his performance enhances every time he sees you watching him from the crowd. Yet you're capable of weakening him so much so that he feels like a puppet on a string.

Atsumu had met you once in a small gathering exclusive to all his friends. You were the band's rhythm guitarist's childhood friend. How could he forget you trailing behind Suna Rintaro with an excited grin on your lips when he formally introduced you to him? Especially when you gushed about how fantastic he was as a musician and singer before begging him for an autograph. Since then, you have never left, not even once, Atsumu's mind.

He lazily sits back on the velvet chair as the interviewer rambles out questions to him and his band members about their upcoming new album and world tour. Blah blah blah, it goes over Atsumu's head. He's going crazy because here isn't where he wants to be. And satisfaction feels like a distant memory. He could have all the applause, awards, and riches in the world but it will never make him content. Not when you're not beside him, not when you're not his.

The green look of envy never suited Atsumu, especially when it was evident. It wasn't easy to not glare at Suna when you're always running up to him first. Granted, you two were childhood friends, but it's not like there weren't better options for you such as himself. You had the privilege to be friends with the band but it's unfair that you and he weren't getting closer after being given opportunities.

"Yer glarin' at Suna again"

Atsumu blows out a raspberry and walks off to busy himself with his guitar. The band's drummer, Aran Oijiro, shakes his head with slight amusement. Atsumu could cool off and write a song about how he and you should be misbehaving for days and losing track of time and space. And how you're a silver lining climbing on his desire. He gets often teased by his bandmates on how the songs he's been writing are obvious confessions to you. They could fuck off for all he cares.

"Oi, Miya, the show is in ten minutes"

Sakusa Kiyoomi, their bassist, rolled his eyes at Atsumu when the blonde was frantically fixing himself in the mirror for the nth time.

"I know! I know! Don't rush me, Omi"

"It's not like she's gonna be there"

"Oh, she will"

Atsumu smirked and Sakusa only scowls at him and leaves him in the dressing room. And he was right, there you were in the front row watching his band play. God, every time you cheered and screamed the lyrics along with him, Atsumu's voice wavered. His knees were growing mellow and he's been hitting the wrong chords more than once now. His bandmates were sending him looks, probably wondering what has gotten him to fuck up a few of the songs in a row.

Sweat poured all over his body as heat burned further in his belly. Atsumu gulped, he knew his desire for you was getting out of hand. You had him chasing after you for ages, you're cruel for letting him live only on the thrill of the chase. He wanted you. He needed you. Atsumu just wanted to hear you say 'Are you mine?'.

After the show, the blonde hurries backstage and ignores the concerned calling of his bandmates. He knows he wasn't at his peak during the show but he couldn't give a fuck. Atsumu waits at the door, he patiently waits for you to knock and enter. A grin splits on his face when he hears your familiar knocking on the backstage door. All his bandmates were most likely in the dressing room so he was the one who answered.

"Hey Rinta-oh. Atsumu?"

You stood there bewildered by the figure towering over you by the door. Atsumu chuckles lowly as he pulls you by the hip inside and swiftly shuts the door. He leans over you while you're pressed against the wall.

"Uh, are you okay, Atsumu?"

"Hm? I've been better, sweetheart"

"Are you sure? Because back on stage you seem...off"

"Oh, yer gettin' concerned 'bout me?"

There was an instant blush rising on your cheeks that drew out a laugh from the blonde. You glare up at him when he teases you with a smirk.

"I doubt the world isn't concerned about the world's hottest modern rockstar"

"Yeah, but it isn't every day that I get a pretty girl telling me she's concerned 'bout me"

"...What are you on about, Atsumu?"

You raised a brow and crossed your arms. That's when Atsumu hastily takes your arm and leads you to the nearest restroom. You gasp when he presses you against the locked door before inching his face close to yours.

"Ya know, I've had it with ya, [Name]"

"What the hell did I do to you?"

"A million things but stealin' my heart is one of 'em"

There was a pregnant pause as you gazed up at him, flabbergasted. You blink at him, batting your eyelashes as if feigning innocence and it was enough to make restraint snap within Atsumu.

"I thought...I thought you were just playing"

"You have no idea how badly I wanna make ya mine, [Name]"

"Atsumu..."

The space closes between you and him as you grab him by the fabric of his shirt while one of his hands plays around your waistline as the other grabs your chin. Atsumu's face leans forward to the point his breath tickles your face.

"Well, are you mine, [Name]?"

He asks and the answer you grant him is capturing his lips with your own, starting a fiery dance of clashing emotions. Both of your lips caught in a passionate kiss with hands clumsily exploring each other's bodies. Without even an hour, clothes were being desperately pulled off each other's bodies, and nails digging into each other's skin.

"You got me, baby"

That was your reply and it drove Atsumu to madness. Breathless moans were exchanged as heat engulfed both you and Atsumu. His teeth mark your skin, your nails clawing his back, and the unwavering eye contact from the two of you. Bless the unfortunate soul who approaches the restroom to hear an obnoxious banging on the other side of the door and labored panting.

After that fiasco, Atsumu was happy to announce his official relationship with you to his band. He's met with several 'Damn, finally' from most of them, Suna appeared the most relieved saying 'Took you two long enough, it was painful to watch you two act like idiots' or whatever that meant. Every musician has their muse, and you were his muse. You brought meaning to every song he wrote and played on stage. You were the inspiration for his success. And most importantly, you were his. Of course, Atsumu was yours too. Not just for tonight or tomorrow. But for the rest of each other's lives.

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