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throttlee · 17 hours
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one of the many fanfics i wrote inside my head
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cloud practice !
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kart0 · 2 days
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Some head canons idk
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ghost-recs · 3 days
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Atsumu Fic Rec
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you're not the one by heartcondemned [ao3]
synopsis: stuck in the friendzone with suna, you have the brilliant idea of fake dating one of his best friends - miya atsumu.
i started this looking for a good suna x reader fic, but was utterly pulverized by astumu... i'm not complaining tho (option to choose either atsumu or suna at the end)!
ghost rating: 10/10
msby black jackels online! by mooshys [ao3]
@mooshys
synopsis: the crazy things that atsumu the msby black jackels want to post on their socials and the things they atsumu put you through.
mostly a good laugh and scenarios that imagine what it would be like interacting with the msby black jackels, turns into something a little more.
ghost rating: 9/10
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heart-case · 2 days
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worry-woman-her · 2 days
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yuusagi-chii · 2 days
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a phone call away
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sugawara--san · 2 days
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reading a sakuatsu brooklyn nine-nine au. making sakuatsu peraltiago? beautiful. but making kita captain holt? play of the century.
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northescere · 2 days
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Haikyuu!! as things my friends and I have said (part 2)
edit: part 1
Once again some of these have been edited slightly to make more sense in Haikyuu context. 
warning: My friends and I say a lot of unhinged things which include a lot of swearing and like one sexual joke
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Tendou: Put whatever the fuck you want on pizza, just not in front of the Italians
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Daichi when someone falls asleep during study group: Can you please kick him and wake him up
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Tanaka: Noya what’s with the all caps bro
Nishinoya: I HAVE AN EXCUSE I GOT AN ANEURYSM TRYING TO DO MATH
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Hinata: (stepping onto the court and inhaling) Smell that volleyball scent
Kageyama: (frowning) Body odour? 
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Bokuto: I remember I once read that male tits are one of the most useless body parts. But what will gay people bite on when they’re fucking?
Kuroo: The feet? Obviously they would bite on the feet
Kenma: What the actual Hell
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Sakusa: My lap is cold for some reason
Atsumu: Need someone to sit on it?
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Suna: just backwards shrimp
Osamu: that is NOT how you solve scoliosis
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Tendou: If crossing lights are shaped like people, why aren’t traffic lights shaped like cars?
Ushiwaka: (eyes going wide)
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Tanaka (talking about Zyrtec): IT DOESN’T WORK.
Saeko: THEN DOWN THE WHOLE FUCKING BOTTLE, RYUU. TAKE IT LIKE A SHOT (aggressive drinking movements)
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Terushima: I won’t find a shit husband, I’ll find a piss husband
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(texting)
hoshiumi: im amazing. I know everything 
hirugami: are you god 😟😟😟
hoshiumi: no
hoshiumi: im a threat start running
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counsellor: has anyone here ever had a disagreement with their parents?
oikawa: I once had an argument with my dad over the existence of aliens
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meleth03 · 20 hours
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Atsumu, playing the piano: Tale as old as time Hinata, singing along: meme as old as vine Bokuto: Beauty and the Yeet! Meian: What- Kiyoomi: Don't question it. It only encourages them
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flyingwargle · 17 hours
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there are two ends of the table, and adriah is caught in between both.
one end is where he usually frequents, with his english-speaking teammates. they share a common tongue, an understanding of how it feels to live overseas and play for a foreign league. but when they start talking about their spouses and kids, that's when the commonalities stop, because at 28, adriah has only had one relationship that ended because his partner didn’t want to go long-distant.
so, he turns to the other end, where the younger, rowdier players congregate, except there's one problem: they speak japanese, and his own comprehension is similar to watching anime without subs - enough to understand the context, but not enough to respond intelligently.
and then there's inunaki, who sits across from him, alternating between gushing about his fiancée with meian and barnes, and egging hinata and bokuto to drink more. oh, to be bilingual enough to have such finesse over language. if adriah knew he'd play in japan, he would've studied japanese instead of french.
he looks at his phone, then at his glass, beer foam left along the rim. bar nights with the team can either be the most fun all week or the most isolating thing in the world. tonight, it’s the latter.
he stands. inunaki watches him. “bathroom?”
“just need some air.”
“okay.” laughter catches the libero’s attention, and he switches to japanese when he addresses miya. it’s frightening how he can easily code switch. adriah stuffs his hands in his pockets and slinks out of the izakaya.
the sky is dark, stars dimmed. he finds a bench not too far away and sits, phone out. it’s around 4 am back home. all the messages that he last sent to his friends and family were from him. he probably won’t hear back from them until the next morning. his sigh is long, throwing his head back to stare at the clouds.
when he’d gotten word that the black jackals accepted him, his family was overjoyed. they’d known how hard he’d trained to break into overseas teams, and to get accepted into a division 1 team after the first tryout is impressive. management helped him secure an apartment, prepared his papers, welcomed him to osaka. for the first few months, he got by using japanese that he picked up here and there, relied on the team’s bilingual staff, got close to the other players that spoke english. for the others, they managed to find some middle ground using gestures and simple words from both languages. it was fine.
and it still mostly is. some days, it’s easy. some days, it’s hard.
the izakaya door slides open and sounds of drunken salarymen and rowdy customers drift outside. he hears another voice that shouts over them. “adriah!”
he straightens as his newest teammate bounces over. he was immediately jealous of hinata when he first joined, already familiar with bokuto, miya, and sakusa, and he was fluent enough to converse everyone else, even mistakenly speaking in portuguese from time to time. he’s a whirlwind with an unpredictable path.
“hey.” adriah gives him a small smile. “did you need some air, too?”
hinata nods. “can i sit with you?” his accent is heavy, though not as bad as bokuto, who apparently struggles enough with japanese. miya usually acts as his translator, although his kansai accent makes it difficult to understand him at times.
adriah nods, and his teammate sits. for a while, they just stare into the darkness, listen to the train rattle in the distance, watch the lights wink in and out of existence. hinata speaks. “i know how it feels to be left out.”
he stares at him. hinata keeps his eyes forward, arms leaned on his knees. “i didn’t know any portuguese when i went to brazil. i wasn’t good at english either, and i didn’t speak japanese often. some days, it got so confusing that i’d speak japanese instead of english, or portuguese instead of japanese.” his chuckle is soft. “but i was still able to talk with the others, even if i didn’t understand everything.”
hinata straightens, catches his eye, gives him a smile. “if you want to join the conversation, just jump in. the others won’t mind. none of us are very good at english, so we speak japanese, but don’t let it stop you.”
“i think you’re doing fine,” adriah blurts out. “your accent, i mean. it’s good.”
“your japanese is good, too! we can help you learn.” hinata jumps to his feet. “wanna head back in?”
adriah blinks at him. even in the night, he’s still as radiant as the sun. “okay.”
back inside the izakaya they go. many of their teammates’ glasses are refilled, including adriah’s. they sit down, and hinata turns to the others, speaking in english. “bokuto-san! tell us the story again. adriah wants to hear.”
“huh?” the owl-haired wing spiker looks at adriah, surprise in his golden eyes. hinata gives him an encouraging nod. “okay! tsum-tsum, you help translate!”
“ugh, bokkun, what happened to yer daily practice?” miya grumbles, his kansai accent sharpening his vowels.
sakusa rolls his eyes, glancing at adriah. “it’s not an interesting story. just some dumb thing he mistakenly saw on his run.” out of everyone, he knows the most english. apparently, it’s because he spends a lot of time online reading about overseas cleaning products to import.
“i’d like to hear it, anyway,” adriah says, smiling.
and so, bokuto tells the story again, speaking in english, backtracking in japanese, correcting himself when he’s provided a proper translation. adriah helps fill in the blanks, offers alternate vocabulary options, repeats some of the japanese words for himself. it’s a process, but he stitches together the narrative in both languages, and by the end of it, he’s laughing with hinata, while bokuto yells that it isn’t funny.
adriah might not have the finesse to move seamlessly from one end to the next, but he’s confident that no matter which side he ends up at, he’ll be accepted with open arms.
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catladykt13 · 1 day
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Office au 💼✨
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iramisfortune · 2 days
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annoying ass couple fr
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xkaidaxxxx · 2 days
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Miya Atsumu
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Sorry for any errors ! Love you !
Imagine Atsumu came back from a shitty practice. He was upset, annoyed and angry. “Welcome back honey.” You welcomed him. He ignored you and went to shower.
After he showered he entered the room. You were wearing a sexy lingerie. He pounced on you. “Hi to you too daddy.” You giggled. “Gosh I’m so lucky.” He said. You whined as he turned you on all fours and spanked you. He was hard. All he wanted was you fuck you til sunrise. A soft moan left your mouth as he rubbed your clit. He chuckled on how quickly you responded to his touch. You felt how soaking wet you were. It coated his hand on how he played with your nice pussy. He groaned as you wiggled your ass like a bitch in heat. He slammed into you. You yelped, your face fell on the pillow as he pounded you. “ fuck baby..your pussy is so good f’me”. His voice was hypnotizing. You loved how he stuffed you. You felt the veins on his long and girth dick. He saw how your eyes were shut and how you drooled onto the pillow. “My cute slut.” He whispered in your ear. You nodded. He suddenly gripped your hair and yanked you upward. You let him manhandle you. He fucked you hard. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Atsumu hit your G-spot with every thrust. “ Atsumu!!” You released around his cock and squirt making a mess everywhere. A few seconds later he filled you up with his warm thick cum. He made sure not a drop spilled. “s’full daddy.” You spoke as you clenched around him. “ you were so good f’me sweetheart.” he replied with a smile. He appreciated the sex. You wanted him to release his negativity. You knew sex would make it fun and easy. You squirmed as he pulled out and left. Atsumu always makes sure you felt okay and always includes aftercare. He carried you to the bathroom. He bathed you. “Thank you…I feel way better.” he thanked you. You hummed as he scrubbed your body clean. “I love you honey.” as he heard that his eyes sparkled. “I love you too sweetheart.” you couldn’t help but giggled as he rinsed you off and dried you up. “Is it okay if I bath you?” You asked yawning. “You can’t stand and you’re sleepy baby.” You couldn’t deny that. After about an hour. He was done showering, changed, and the bed had new sheets. You two cuddled and drifted to sleep. It’s funny and cute how you both snored.
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mniqqss · 16 hours
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comfy skts too
for the soul
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