#sick Atsumu

[afterthelambs]

Between Kita and Sakusa, im starting to think Atsumu’s type is just ‘men who like things clean'

[idlerin]

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love sick (coming soon)

suna rintarou x f!reader

social media au, college au, fake dating, matchmaker, romance, crack, humor, fluff!

cupid! calling cupid!

a/n — why, hello there lovely hoomans it doesnt make sense rn but it will make sense lmao u may be asking y d hell is sakusa here 1. i wanted to add him 2. the trio adopted im 3. i missed him

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[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part VII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2k

About: You talk to your mysterious friend and finally part from Atsumu.

Part I II -> Next part

"It's me. I'm okay- please don't worry. I'll be back soon."

"Where have you been? I was worried sick; I've tried calling you all night! You just texted me that everything's alright at 4am, but what's going on? Where are you?"

The voice comes out of the phone, quickly and fast as always, and you hold the phone a bit further away from your ear. "Please, I'm okay, I promise!" You can hear a few deep breaths on the other side, probably the attempt to calm down, and then the voice speaks again.

"Where are you right now? I'll come and pick you up, and then you can tell me everything."

"I'm at the—" you hesitate and then look at the name on the towel and read it out loud. "Do you know where that is?"

"Give me a second." You hear typing noises on the other side and then a little gasp. "That's an expensive hotel! One night costs 500 bucks, and the suits are literally thousands of dollars per night!"

"What?!" you're speechless for a few moments, realizing just how much money Atsumu might own—you are in a suite after all and you definitely did not pay for it.

"It will take some time to get there. I'll be there in an hour? I'll send you my location. Is there someone else with you?" Your thoughts drift to Atsumu, and you hum. "Yes. And I need to ask for a favor. Do you have a lawyer? Or do you know someone who maybe knows someone who can help me with a divorce for cheap?"

"A divorce? Who needs a—wait. Are you talking about yourself? Did you get married?" The voice is so shrill and loud that you almost flinch, and you find yourself regretting revealing that fact already. "I'll tell you the details later. Please don't worry about me." You try to sound as calm and soothing as you can, and after a few shocked gasps, you hear silence again on the other hand. "Hello? Are you still there?"

"Yes. I'll come and get you, and then you'll have to tell me everything."

You agree, and after a few more times of you repeating that you'll be fine and that you're being taken care of, you hang up. You take a deep breath, and without thinking too much about it, you quickly undress and go into the shower.

It's like heaven. The warm water feels soothing on your skin, and there are more products in the shower than you have ever used so far, but you find yourself drawn to the pretty bottles and decide to spoil yourself. It's not your water bill after all, and if Atsumu is paying for it, you can go all out and spend a few more minutes in the shower. The towels are fluffy and warm, thanks to the towel warmer, and you find yourself pressing your face against the soft fabric and inhaling the fresh and clean smell. The mirror is foggy by now, you probably showered at too hot a temperature, but the warm water just felt so good on your skin.

A soft knock on the door brings your attention back to reality, and you find yourself stepping closer to the pompous wooden door. "Y/n? I put the clothes in front of the door. Samu and I will wait on the balcony; you can get them anytime."

"Thanks!" you respond and hear footsteps leaving the room and a loud sound that's probably the window closing behind them. You wait a few more moments just to be sure that they are gone, and then you open the door a little bit to take the small pile of clothes.

It's a shirt with the hotel name, surprisingly tasteful due to the minimalistic logo of the expensive establishment, as well as a matching pair of sweatpants as well as a pair of socks. The fabric is soft, and you quickly put on the new clothes, only regretting that you have to wear your old panties, but there is not much you can do about it.

You take one last look at your phone, quickly checking your appearance one last time, wishing you'd have the time to wash your hair too, but you'll do that when you're back in your hotel room. You're just glad that you feel clean and warm now.

You step out of the room, feeling a little better and more alive already, and look around. You find Atsumu and Osamu standing on the balcony, both of them busy in a heated discussion, and you watch them for a few moments from your position after you noticed that they are not looking in your direction yet.

They are undeniably related. You can find similarities in the way they speak, in the way they use they hands when they talk and in the way they stand. They are both very attractive—something that you can freely admire now that they haven't seen you yet.

A notification on your phone informs you that your friend will reach you in a few minutes, and when you look up, you see that the twins have stopped talking and instead watch you through the window in silence. You pause momentarily and then lift your hand to wave at them. Atsumu's eyes take in your new clothes, checking you out from head to toe, and he gives you an approving thumbs up and a grin. Osamu rolls his eyes at Atsumu and simply pushes the door open.

"Hey. I'm glad the clothes fit." He comments, and you look down at yourself at his words. "Yeah, me too. Thanks. I appreciate it a lot; I feel so much better already."

Atsumu also steps into the room again, making sure to bump his shoulder against Osamu's when he passes him, ignoring the curse of the dark-haired male.

"Ya look better already. Feelin' alright again?" His voice is still tinted with the slightest bit of concern, and you smile at his words.

"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry for being so weird before. I was just a bit overwhelmed." Atsumu shakes his head and buries his hands in his pockets. "Don't sweat it. That's normal. Gettin' married like this is a pretty unusual thing after all."

"Right. Uhm. My friend will pick me up soon; I'll get downstairs and wait there. I'll give you my number, and then you can call me as soon as you find out more?" You look at him questioningly, and he is quick to fish for his phone in his back pocket. "Sounds good. I'll wait with ya till yer friend arrives." He watches while you type in your number and quickly save it. "Oh, you don't have to. I'll find the way on my own, don't worry." You shake your head, but he quickly wraps an arm around your shoulders and leads you to the door. "Nah, I insist. Where are your shoes?" You let him guide you, his arm around your shoulders feeling somewhat heavy but comforting while you look around for your high heels from last night. Atsumu guides you to the chair next to the door and ushers you to sit on it while he grabs the black shoes from the ground. "Do ya think they'll fit with the socks?" He asks with a frown, and you just shrug your shoulders as a response. "I hope so. I don't want to leave without socks; I don't even want to wear the shoes, to be honest."

His brows furrow while he looks at your feet. "Sorry, I wish we had some other shoes for ya." You quickly shake your head. "It's fine. It's just for the way downstairs. It's okay." He nods and kneels in front of you, and you subconsciously slide back on the chair as far as you can to create some distance between the two of you. "What are you doing?" He takes your left foot and places it on his thigh, and you feel every single muscle in your body tensing at the sudden contact. "Helpin' with yer shoes. Stay still for me."

You're at a loss for words while he slips the shoe on your foot; all you can do is stare at him while he secures it around your ankle. Surprisingly, it fits around your socked foot, and he nods before he lets go of your foot and reaches for the other. It doesn't take him long to get it on your foot too, and you shortly admire how skilled he is with his fingers, and then he places them both on the ground. "There ya go." He hums satisfied and gets on his feet, quickly offering you his hand to stand up. At this point, you just accept it and take his hand, allowing him to lead you to the door.

"Uhm. Bye, Osamu. See you. Maybe." You turn around and wave at the dark-haired twin who had made no attempt to come with you, and he nods acknowledgingly. "See ya."

You follow Atsumu through the door, who seems to be familiar with the hotel because he is quick to lead you to an outrageously big elevator. It's silent on the ride downstairs. You're standing each on different sides of the elevator, leaning against the walls, your bodies no longer touching. You don't really know what to say to him; you're too deep in thought right now, and he seems to feel somewhat similar.

"The exit is right there." He motions to the other end of the hall as soon as you get out of the elevator, and you hum while you follow him to the doors. You're lucky that there are barely people around because you certainly feel a bit underdressed with the clothes from the shop, but Atsumu doesn't even spare a glance to anyone you're passing. The receptionist greets you without batting an eye at your unusual attire; you're fairly certain that you both give a very unusual sight. Atsumu with his formal dress pants and half-opened dress shirt, and you with the hotel shirt and sweatpants and heels from last night. Surely not an everyday sight, but professionalism prevents her from looking longer at you.

It does not take long until you both stand in front of the hotel, just far enough from the entrance not to bother other guests but still close enough to see everyone who enters the building. You both stand there for a few moments in mutual silence, until you look up at him with a faint smile. "Thank you for showing me the way. I'll manage from here on. You can get back to Osamu; it's alright."

He frowns at your words and looks around.

"Can I really leave you here?" He looks a bit worried, and you nod with a tight smile. You really need some time to think about everything. "My friend will pick me up soon. You can go back to Osamu; it's fine, really!"

He hesitates for a second, probably not fully convinced that everything's fine, and the next thing you know is that his big arms surround you and pull you into a hug. You're stiff at first, unsure how you should react, but the comfort and familiarity that he is radiating by now makes it all too easy to melt into his touch and to hug him back. "Y/n. I meant it. I'll take care of ya, okay? Everything's gonna be alright. I'll make sure of that."

"Hmm." You hum against his shoulder, deeply inhaling his comfortable smell, and his grip tightens around you. "And if ya need anything—anything at all—call me. Anytime." You nod, hoping that he can feel your response and your gratitude because you don't trust your voice right now. You know you should probably pull back, but it feels too good to be in his arms, too good to be close to him, so you just stay, and he seems willing to let you.

"Y/n!" You hear someone yelling your name behind you, and you quickly pull yourself out of Atsumu's arms. You turn around and face a familiar face with big brown eyes which flicker from you to Atsumu with a surprised expression.

"Wait—Atsumu Miya? What are you doing here?"

Your jaw drops, and you turn your head back to Atsumu, who looks equally surprised to see your friend.

"You know each other?!"

[kitas-cleaning-supplies]

omi sits delicately on the edge of their bed, her legs spread a little too wide to be natural. there's a dirty joke waiting on the tip of atsumu's tongue but she bites it back, not trying to push her luck. not yet.

she's still a clingy piece of shit though: so she wraps her arms around her girlfriend's waist; shoves her wet head into her stomach, only to get slapped lightly with the towel in omi's hands.

omi doesn't say anything, but her body is relaxed against atsumu's, so atsumu lets herself enjoy the view. omi's face is screwed up in concentration as she steadily dries atsumu's hair. atsumu wants to kiss the pout off her face and smooth the furl of omi's eyebrows, but she savours the feeling of omi hands through the towel instead.

it started with an offhanded comment, and like most things in their relationship, developed into a pleasant surprise. atsumu wonders if omi's ever thought about it before, or if she offered because she didn't want atsumu to catch a cold. either way, atsumu's eternal curse of having hair that's impossible to dry at the roots is so worth it if this is her reward.

laying like this, it's not the most comfortable position, but when has atsumu ever liked anything that came easy?

the repetitive motions almost lull her to sleep, she barely notices omi removing the towel from her head before she gets assaulted with a light noogie through a dry part of the towel.

"omi-chan," atsumu whines, not upset in the slightest, "you're such a bitch."

atsumu squeezes omi's thighs and makes a show of getting up, groaning as if they're not both athletes in their prime. it's a nice change of view, looking down at her pretty girlfriend.

atsumu reaches around omi's head and tugs at the end of the towel there. "ya want me to dry yours babe?"

omi kicks her for tugging on her hair but nods all the same. atsumu wonders if it's possible to die from how cute her partner is before getting to work.

part 1 | part 2

[correct-hq]

Atsumu: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Suna: I’ve been zoned out for the past two hours.

Osamu: I got distracted halfway through.

Sakusa: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

[tumblinglikeduckling]

It was snowing so drew a Miya 4 doodle in it :D

[gwacha]

maybe my favorite slogan ever, sorry for implying angst on your birthday my favorite twins in da world

[giggly-squiggily]

Good morninggg! I'm so glad that your request are opennnn :3. Can you write lee atsumu with ler kageyama? I feel like "lee atsumu" is super underated :*(

Good morning/afternoon/evening to you, anon! :D As of posting this, requests are still closed! (I've been getting a few requests lately so I figured I'd mention that here) Of course I can! Man- I miss Haikyuu! I need to rewatch it. :D One Lee!Atsumu fic coming right up!

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“Hey, King. Don’t tell me you ditched your cape and scepter already?”

Ignore him, Kageyama willed himself, keeping his attention on the tips of his outstretched toes. He knew the moment Atsumu Miya approached him it was gonna be a long training camp.

Atsumu seemed to think the same thing, currently hovering over Kageyama’s stretched form with that stupid smirk he never seemed to be without. Oh, how he wanted to wipe that smirk off, to get under his skin for a change.

Unfortunately, all his previous attempts proved useless. Really- they just encouraged the other boy to keep on pestering him.

Focus. Breathe slowly. Reach your toes.

“Ah, I get it now. You must have left them with your men, yeah?” Atsumu swatted beside him cheekily, eyes dancing. “Shared your toys with the others to play leader until you get back, huh? Careful- one wrong move and they just might stop pretending.”

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore-

“Aww, what a good little goody two-shoes you are, King. Sharing with the little people-”

“Would you shut the hell up?” His temper snapped like a wire as Kageyama whirled on the grinning player. Screw stretching and ignoring him; this jerk was gonna die. “One more word out of you and I’m gonna shove my foot up your-”

“Now now; you heard coach. No fighting~” Atsumu cooed sweetly, further enraging the younger player. “Though I do like seeing the Old King rise from his ashes.”

“Now you’ve done it!” Kageyama reached forward, grabbing Atsumu’s shirt with a white-knuckled fist. Standing abruptly, he dragged Atsumu with him, making the other boy’s eyes widen. “If I’m a King, then I’m ordering your execution!”

“Wow, Caesar- good line.” Atsumu recovered, rolling his eyes as he chuckled softly to himself. “You really think that’s gonna make me crack? I’ve heard better comebacks from a popsicle stick.”

“Cracks you want, eh? Fine.” Kageyama winded his arm back, fist clutching. “I’ll give you a good one!!”

Now Atsumu did seem panicked. He raised a hand to his face just as Kageyama’s fist came flying at him. The gesture blocked his vision, but at least that would be saved from the blow.

At least- if such a blow were to come.

Instead, the hand shooting at him grabbed his waist, fingers flying against it.

Slowly, Atsumu lowered his hand, blinking down at the vengeful fingers squeezing his waist. “Uh…what happened to hitting me?”

“Hitting you? No, I’m gonna make you….crack up.” Kageyama blinked, realizing his current attack was doing nothing. “What the hell? Everyone’s ticklish here!”

“Are they?” Atsumu blinked, starting to smile again. “Wait, you’re trying to tickle me?”

“That’s the plan-ah!” Kageyama all but yelped when Atsumu grabbed his own waist, squeezing rapidly. “Nohohoho! Gehehehet ohohohohohff, you ahahhahahass!” He squirmed away, arms against his sides and cheeks red as he glared.

“Aww, the Crow King is ticklish~” Atsumu cooed, slowly approaching with wiggling fingers. “How adorable! Come here so I can properly exact my revenge!”

“What? No- I’m supposed to be tickling you!” Kageyama dodged a grab, keeping the other at arm's length. “Where are you ticklish?”

“Fool! As if I’d ever tell you that!” Atsumu laughed when he landed a prod, making the brunette arch with a squeak. “If you wanna know, you better get over here!”

He was right, much to Kageyama’s annoyance. He wouldn’t learn anything from way over here. Deciding to tempt fate, he sprinted forward, tacking the other around the waist. Much to his satisfaction, Atsumu’s legs gave out almost immediately, sending them both to the floor.

“W-Whoa! Where’d that come from?” Atsumu cackled, delighted in the turn of events. His hands made short work of Kageyama’s torso, squeezing and pinching all the spots there with expert fingers. “Looks like I've gotcha now! Hehehe!”

It took everything in Kageyama to not immediately curl up against the other’s attack. Laughing breathlessly, his hands flew all over the place, searching desperately for a tickle spot. Stomach? Nope. Sides? Barely a giggle. Armpits? Promising, but Atsumu barely slowed. He tried for the neck, but that only earned a condescending snort from the other.

“Nice try, King! I’m not tickl-IISH!” His tease was cut off by the squeal ripping out of his throat, eyes widening when Kageyama squeezed his hips.

“Fohound it!” The crow wasted no time.

“AH! Ahehahhaahahhaha! Whahahhahait, whahahhahait- fihhihine you win! Yohoohohu wihiihiihihn!” Atsumu screeched when Kageyama drilled his thumbs into his hips, pressing like he was playing a video game and had to button mash. His other fingers scratched along the surrounding skin, unfazed by the clothing protecting the spot. “Kahahhahahahahgeehehehhyahhahahamahahhaha!”

“Oo, finally said my name, have we? Too late, fool. I’ve found your weakness!” Kageyama snickered, keeping up his playful attack on the older boy. Feeling curious, he returned one hand to Atsumu’s stomach, wiggling softly.

The older boy all but spasmed, arching up so much you’d think Kageyama was exorcizing him.

“Wow.” Kageyama grinned, giggling openly now. “You’re so ticklish!”

“Stahahhahap! Stahhhahahap, plehahhahahhahase! I ca-HAAAAGHN’T!” The sound he let out sounded like a deep pig growl, making the setter above him lose it. Falling to his side, Kageyama cackled like a child, curling in on himself as Atsumu wheezed for air.

“Ohohoho my god! Ohohoho god- that was amazing!” Kageyama gasped, rolling on his back with little kicks as Atsumu sat up to glare. “Yohoohohu sounded like a dehehehemon!”

“Shut up! I so did not! That was only because those grubby little fingers of yours poked my belly button!” When Kageyama blinked out tears, he couldn’t help but grin. “That’s where all the demons are stored.”

Kageyama howled in mirth, not bothering to cover his face as he laughed and laughed. Soon Atsumu was laughing just as much, unable to hold onto his mock anger upon such a sight. Before long, the two were side by side, giggling breathlessly.

Suddenly, training camp seemed a lot less exhausting.

Thanks for reading!

[seiwas]

everyone is being so sweet in my inbox this valentine's 🥺 i will get to you soon! and hop in inboxes too!! 🥺 sorry if it's taking a while, i am not ignoring i prommy!!

[summ1nt]

listen i am a big proponent of the sakusa cannot cook agenda but hear me out

sakusa can cook basic food, is fully capable of cooking for himself, but pretends he cant so atsumu will cook for him without admitting that it makes him happy that atsumu cares abt him

[sashimiyas]

what i love about the twins (miya) is that when it comes to their partners, they do not understand the concept of me before you.

and what i mean by that is, a partnership with them embodies the true meaning of us and a family unit. you become one with them. your emotions are theirs and despite them being upset, if you need consolation, it will always be you before them.

it's easy to look at them as selfish, but naturally, because they've always shared everything, they look at their partners as a true extension of themselves. atsumu's grief has never been for him to own. he knows that if he loses, the loss does not affect just him, but osamu as well.

so when it comes to emotions, the twins have never regarded their feelings as their own. everything has consequences and the direct and indirect effects are far more apparent because they have each other.

your pain is theirs. your success is theirs. you are part of who they are. and that's why it will always be you. you over him and never him over you.

[idlerin]

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suna rintarou x f!reader

social media au, college au, fake dating, matchmaker, romance, crack, humor, fluff!

cupid! calling cupid!

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[buizie]

on the unfortunate occasion the miyas’ periods sync up

[kitas-cleaning-supplies]

omi lets her eyes fall shut as atsumu works the towel through her hair. they've swapped spots but omi's sitting facing outwards. it makes casually leaning on atsumu's thigh easier. atsumu's not dull enough to not notice her obsession with them, but they're both relaxed enough that she doesn't tease omi, at least not immediately.

omi can't count the amount of times she's watched atsumu recklessly run a towel through her own hair, so the gentle ruffles and light squeezes are more confusing than anything.

"what the fuck are you doing?" she asks, clearly carrying her message across.

"...dryin' yer hair?"

"no the fuck you're not. do it properly."

"i dunno how to dry curls," she huffs, dropping the towel a little and pulling omi's face back to stare at her.

"just dry it the way you dry yours." omi's voice comes out a bit strained from atsumu's hands squishing her cheeks in, "and let go of my face."

atsumu doesn't look like she believes her entirely, but it's not like omi's ever done a proper curly girl hair routine or whatever it's called. she tosses her hair in a towel for a while and then dries her roots before she can risk a cold. it's been working for a her so far so why fix what isn't broken?

atsumu drops a kiss onto omi's nose before releasing her face. she hums, "i ain't callin' bullshit omi-chan, it's yer hair."

omi resists the absurd urge to check that the woman behind her is her atsumu. it takes more effort than she'd care to admit.

"so don't go blamin' me if ya hate it."

ah there's her girlfriend. "don't do a bad job if you don't want me to complain."

"yer the one who said to do whatever i wanna," atsumu sing-songs.

"you're putting words in my mouth."

"well if ya don't like that, i can put somethin' else in yer mouth."

omi might be facing forward, but she can hear the overexaggerated and embarrassing wink loud and clear.

she pinches atsumu's calf in retaliation and rests her hand there. her girlfriend thankfully grows some sense and gets focused on doing a proper job.

after all, they're both aware omi never said no.

part 1 | part 2

[homosubtext]

sakusa gets his steak extra extra very well done and atsumu gets his medium rare. they are both appalled at the others choice.